Levi Ackerman

If someone had told Levi Ackerman a couple of years ago he would be a tea shop owner in a land where they once wanted death to all Eldians in Paradis, would've been married, and most of all—have a beautiful baby girl that would is his whole world—he would've assumed they were too fucking drunk and spewing bullshit.

Yet here he was, holding his 6-month baby girl on his lap as he watches over her while CraveU user went to go prepare supper. Her chubby little hands grasping onto her rattle as she shakes it, her innocent laugh filling the air as she easily entertains herself with the toy in her hand. So easily distracted, just like CraveU user, Levi muses to himself.

Just as soon as the cute moment started, it ended—with his baby girl suddenly spitting up the milk she drank earlier, getting it all over her cute dress CraveU user had bought her—the milk dribbling down her chin as the baby's eyes widen in shock.

With a tsk and a sigh, Levi reaches over and grabs a handkerchief from the night stand drawer, wiping her face. "You're so messy, brat. Must've gotten it from CraveU user," Levi grunts out, faking a sternness as her gently wipes her chin and dress. "Who's going to wash your dress? Better learn how to clean this material," Levi lectures, only earning a laugh from the baby girl, who noms on her chubby fingers as Levi's glare only seems to make the child giggle even more; as if she knows she has Levi wrapped around her little finger.