"You can literally help save the world, but you are too incompetent to make sure a three year old doesn't lose a diamond ring?" Levi asked as he looked at everyone in the room, save for Armin, Annie, and Anya. They felt like they were once again looking at their stoic, angry Captain, but anger couldn't even begin to describe how he was feeling as he looked at their grim expressions. Anger wasn't the emotion of the moment, no - he was nervous, he was desperate, and that was so much more terrifying to them.
Sarina cleared her throat, "Look, we're not the ones who lost it, she is!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes.
Levi couldn't help but walk up to her and face her, meeting her intoxicated brown eyes with the darkness in his own. Is she really blaming a child? "She is three years old," he reminded her, "I know you like to act her age, but she is a child, and you are an adult" There was no way he was going to let them get away with this - his orders were clear, make sure the toddler isn't the one holding it. In fact, Jean was supposed to be holding on to it. He turned his attention there, to where Jean stood next to Mikasa. "Where is it Jean?" He asked, looking up until their eyes met.
"I-I..." Jean started, before Mikasa interjected.
"It's not his fault you fucking midget!" MIkasa growled, stepping in front of her boyfriend and looking down at Levi with anger. "You shouldn't have trusted any of them with it!"
Levi rolled his eyes, in spite of knowing that the girl was right. "Where was the last place she had it?" he asked, deadpan as always to hide his feelings. He watched as everyone shifted where they stood.This isn't good he thought, watching as even Mikasa looked away
Jean swallowed, "In the reception hall," he responded, as Levi raised an eyebrow, "We had to go down there to make sure everything was set up for our table like Annie wanted, and she started showing the ring to the people who were setting everything up,"
"It's the only place we haven't looked," Sarina began, stepping next to Levi and placing her hand on his shoulder, "we will find it - we just have to get through the ceremony first." He couldn't imagine having to go the entire ceremony with the weight in his chest, the feeling like he had completely ruined what could have been such a magical moment for Anya by entrusting these people instead of only himself. Sarina cleared her throat again, and took a swig from her flask. "You need to distract her at the end of the reception. All we need is an hour after the send-off, and between all of us we can look for it without being noticed."
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, knowing that what she was saying was correct but hating to agree with her. "How do you propose I keep her busy during the wedding?"
Sarina grinned deviously, "oh, I think you can figure that out, find a closet or something - spice it up a little, I'm sure even you lame ass lovebirds are sick of missionary," She let out a laugh at the blush on Levi's face from the innuendo as he swallowed, and the others couldn't help but stifle back a chuckle. Just as soon as the embarrassed look came onto his face, he washed it away.
"Fine, I'll distract her after the ceremony. But you idiots had better find it." he scoffed as he walked out of the room, fighting the temptation to hit Sarina with his cane on the way out.
Everyone lined up for their places in the ceremony, as Armin walked in alone and took his place in front of the elaborate archway.
Moments later, once the doors had closed, he would be followed by Levi as the best man escorting Hitch as the maid of honor, and then all of the other couples who were paired up accordingly - Jean and Mikasa, Reiner and Pieck, Gabi and Falco, Connie and Sarina, and finally Historia and Anya, with Historia to stand by Armin and Anya to stand with Annie. They would be followed by Princess Frieda, tossing her flower petals to make way for the bride.
Upon hearing the music, they all made their way down - two at a time, to where Armin stood. Levi and Hitch took their places first, with Armin pulling Levi into a hug the moment they reached each other. Mikasa and Jean exuded confidence as they gracefully walked towards the archway, Reiner and Pieck being the picture of happiness as they smiled while making their wary down, Gabi and Falco being stunned at how many guests were there - it could have been the entire capital if they didn't know better, Connie and Sarina grinning like idiots and casually giving Armin looks to ease his anxiety as they made their way to him.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime to both Armin and Levi, it was Historia and Anya's turn, being followed by Frieda, and the doors closing behind them - soon to reveal Annie.
Anya took a deep breath before taking Historia's arm and interlocking it with her own. She could feel a twist in her stomach, fear of what would happen if she fell or made a fool of herself racked her brain for a moment. Historia cleared her throat and motioned for them to start walking. As she passed the doorway, she was floored by the decoration and the sheer amount of guests. She looked up towards the archway, her breath was taken away - but not by the beautiful surroundings or what felt like hundreds of people watching them, no - it was Levi that took her breath away.
He was standing there, as handsome and perfect as ever, right next to Armin, with his hand on Armin's shoulder. As Anya made eye contact with him, his hand dropped from Armin's shoulder as his entire demeanor changed. She could see the way his shoulders relaxed, and she could swear she saw a hint of a smile on his face. She smiled softly, as she held back tears imagining how he would look when they would get married - when she'd be walking towards him in a white dress, surrounded by their friends and family. She watched as he wiped a tear from his face, and somehow she felt like he was thinking the same thing she was.
Levi's breath hitched as he watched Anya, smiling and arm in arm with Historia as she walked towards him. He could feel his heart beat as it was threatening to burst out of his chest. Although he had already seen her, in a sense she looked so different in that moment. Her hair flowed so beautifully, and her eyes were so full of joy as she looked up at him. The small bouquet of flowers she held to her chest complimented the sunflower yellow dress perfectly, and for a moment he felt like the rest of the world had melted away as he watched his Anya walk towards him down that aisle. He couldn't help but let his mind wander as he imagined that she would look just as beautiful and magical, if not moreso, when she would be walking towards him on their wedding day. He didn't even realize that a tear had fallen from his eye until he felt the warmth on his cheek as the tear cascaded down. All of the weight in his chest seemed to float away, all of the nerves, the doubts, the insecurities - it was all gone. Ring or not, he was going to ask her to marry him. Hell, he would marry her right then and there if he could. He wiped the remnants of the tear from his face, and smiled as she took her place at the end of the line of women waiting to stand with Annie.
Right behind them, Frieda skipped as she threw the flower petals in the air, along the aisle, and even at some guests - eliciting a chuckle from some of them.
Once everyone had made their way down the aisle, the doors re-opened - revealing Annie in her wedding gown, taking Armin - and the rest of the guests, breath away. She was simply beautiful, and Armin couldn't hold back his tears upon seeing his bride, his so-very-soon-to-be wife, walking towards him - ready to marry him.
In spite of everyone's nerves, the ceremony went perfectly and so did the reception. The photographers Historia had brought in from Marley took exceptional photos of the bridal party, the dinner was exquisite, the cake cutting went just as planned. Armin and Annie danced their first dance and many others before being sent off by their friends and guests. Before they left, Armin and Annie made sure to wish Levi good luck.
Anya was so busy taking care of Frieda and attending to the needs of others, she didn't even notice that she hadn't danced with Levi the whole night until after things were winding down. She made her way to him, Frieda now in the care of Historia, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He looked absolutely dashing, his suit fit him perfectly as the emerald green accents highlighted his features so delicately. "Hey, you know what we haven't done tonight?" she asked, smiling as she looked up into the grey orbs she adored so much.
Levi hummed in response, his mind distracted as he watched the others casually looking for the ring that was lost, he couldn't help but melt as he looked into her blue eyes, "What might that be?"
"We haven't danced together, at all" she responded with a pout, knowing he would go weak at the expression and indulge her wishes. She lifted her hand to the nape of his neck, and ran her fingers through the soft hair of his neatly trimmed undercut. "I wanna dance like when we were kids," She smiled at the memory - teaching Levi to dance while her youngest cousin played a familiar tune on the piano in their living room, Furlan swaying with Esther in his arms right next to them.
Sarina locked eyes with Levi and shook her head, Levi rolling his eyes in response. Still nothing. He took Anya's hand, and he smiled back at her, bringing his lips to her ear, "then let's go dance, my love," he whispered softly, making her shiver as she felt his breath on her neck. Levi tossed his cane at Connie who was casually standing nearby and he grabbed it clumsily with a surprised yelp. "Make yourself useful and hold onto that for me,"
Connie arched an eyebrow as he looked at his Captain walking with a little bit of difficulty but he was so good at hiding it. "So, what you don't need it, now? You sure, grandpa?" Connie teased only to receive a glare from his former Captain.
Levi ignored him and took Anya's hand in his own, leading her to the open area of the dance floor. He couldn't deny it. That damn leg was making it difficult for him to walk without the cane, but his Anya wanted to dance, and there was no way he wasn't going to indulge her wish. He'd shake heaven and earth for her. Dancing on a smashed leg wasn't going to stop him from giving her what she wanted.
He wrapped his arms around her - hands at her hips, while hers made their way up to his neck. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, admiring each other. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers softly. As they swayed to the music, dancing as they had taught each other to so long ago, they never noticed that the other couples and groups had cleared from the dance floor - the small remainder of guests now had their eyes glued to the two of them as one song ended and another began.
They were lost in each other, the music taking them away from everything but each other as they gazed into each other's eyes lovingly, occasionally brushing their noses together and planting soft kisses on each other's lips. They were both smiling, enveloped in each other as their movements were perfectly in synchronicity with each other. She nuzzled her face in his neck as the song ended, breaking them from their trance. Without caring about who was watching them, He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close until their chests were flush against each other.
The tone of the music changed, from a slow dance to a more upbeat melody. Levi knew that soon, he would likely have to make his way to rest given his leg, but for that moment all that mattered was the smile on Anya's face - all because of him, all because he was dancing with her. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in the soft, serene light of the event hall - casting a glow on her skin, enhancing all the beauty of her soft features. As more people crowded back on to the dance floor, he spun her around so her back was against his chest, settling his hands on her hips. He was enamored by every movement she made, every flick of her hips against him. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and he knew exactly what she wanted him to do to her.
Anya giggled to herself as she wrapped an arm back behind her, easily finding the soft hair of his undercut and scratching gently. She loved it when he was like this - something more than just turned on, more than just caught in a moment with her and her alone, it was something more. Something electric and magical. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, serving to propel her body from teasing to sensual against him - uncaring of who could be watching.
His lips were pressed to her ear, "Have you got any fucking idea how beautiful you are?" he hummed out, before spinning her back around to face him and digging his fingers into her hips, "I want to take you,"
She bit her lip in response, as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her into a kiss. Her tongue begged for entrance, which he allowed before he dominated her mouth with his own. He held one hand on her hip, and one still wrapped in her hair while her hands now made their way across his back and gripped his clothes.
As they broke their kiss, he noticed the blush on her face as she leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Let's go somewhere else,"
He grabbed her wrist, not needing to be told twice. Wedding be damned, he couldn't wait another moment to hear her moan his name. He was almost to the door when he felt a tug on the ends of his suit's jacket
"Uncle Levi!" Frieda cried, tears in her eyes before she turned to look at Anya, "I'm so sorry!"
Anya looked from Levi to the little girl, unsure of who should take priority, "What are you sorry for, darling?" she asked, stopping to start to bend down in front of her before feeling Levi's pull on her wrist as he grunted and frowned at her.
"You can tell her later, Princess," he addressed the little one, before pulling Anya back up to him. He pressed his lips back to her ear, his grip tight on her wrist. "I said, I want to take you." his tone was demanding, and Anya could see the darkness in his eyes.
It didn't take long after leaving the reception hall for them to stumble into a linen closet nearby. As soon as the door shut behind them, their lips locked in hungry, passionate kisses. "When I say I want you, that means you follow me," Levi growled as he hiked up her skirt and cupping her now soaked core, "already so wet for me,"
She moaned at the touch, after having gone those excruciating long two weeks without, she knew she needed him as many times as he would take her. Her hand quickly found his belt, and the buttons of his pants, undoing them as quickly as she could.
"So eager," he mumbled, as he worked his way from kissing her soft lips, to her neck. He sucked on the soft skin, making her moan sweetly. He moved the hand cupping her heat away from her, eliciting a pout and a whine of protest before slipping a finger into the lace of her panties and running it along her slit. He used her slick to guide himself up to her slightly swollen clit, and lightly nipped at her neck while he teased her. Pulling back from her neck, he looked up into her eyes, "Who do you belong to?"
Anya twitched in response, biting her lip as she stifled back a moan. She noticed his face turn into a frown,
"I said, who do you belong to?" he asked again, before removing the sensation she so craved from her sensitive nerves
She whined, unhappy that he had removed his touch. "I belong to you," she cooed in his ear, "you and only you,"
She noticed the smile as he resumed his touch, rubbing tight circles around her sensitive bud. "Thats right, and don't you ever fucking forget it," he growled, increasing the pressure on her clit as he dug the fingers of his other hand further into her, causing her to let out a lewd moan. "Shhh, you don't want us to get caught, do you?"
She felt his teeth start to take nips at her neck, her core feeling like it was on fire from the sensations he was putting her through. "P-please.." she started, "I need more..." she begged, as the touch from his calloused fingers on her brought her to her first peak with her moaning softly throughout it.
"More?" he asked as he retracted himself from her neck, "you want more, in a closet?" She nodded in response, "how filthy, my sweet girl..."
She felt his touch change, as he buried two fingers inside of her and used his thumb for her clit. The feeling of him moving his fingers inside of her was almost too much to take, as she threw her head back and continued moaning a slew of curses laced with his name. He smiled at her as he continued, thoroughly pleased as he could feel her riding through her second orgasm. He removed his hand from her core, and used her mouth being open from moaning as an excuse to force his fingers into her mouth. "Clean," he ordered, and she happily obliged, looking into his eyes as she licked and sucked until he was satisfied. "Fuck, you're so sexy..."
He couldn't wait anymore, and slipped her panties off before balling them up and placing them gently in her mouth, "We don't want to get caught because of your sweet, sexy moans - now do we?" he asked as she nodded. She was so submissive to him, so willing to please him, and the thrill of the potential of getting caught only excited him more. He pulled his length out of his slacks, and wasted no time in hiking up her dress and picking her up with one arm, her back pressed against the wall. He used his free hand to line himself up to her entrance, and quickly buried himself in - eliciting a deep groan from him and a stifled moan from her. Once he was completely sheathed inside her, he steadied her and began to find a rhythm that would work wonders for both of them.
She could feel nothing but pure bliss in that moment, as she felt his girth stretch her while his length rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her that quickly sent her over the edge. He could feel her walls pulsing around him, threatening to make him reach his own peak sooner than he'd like - He had to make sure she came again, and then they could come together.
He grunted as he felt her arms around his neck, one hand digging into his hair and the other gripping him tightly, her nails digging into his skin. She looked so blissful there, eyes closed and gagged with the sopping wet lace of her own panties as he thrusted into her. "Fuck, Anya" he groaned, "you're so tight for me, you take me so good, baby,"
His encouraging words sent her over the edge, her hips bucking into him as she felt herself reach her third orgasm - she wasn't sure if it was the setting or the alcohol, or even the risk of getting caught... but something about being in that moment had her more riled up than usual. She could feel all of him, every vein and bump of his cock, every twitch he made inside her, from his tip to the end - and every movement was sending her further and further into a fucked out bliss.
He looked into her hazy eyes, and examined her face as he watched a small bit of drool come down past her lips and around the lace of her panties. He could feel that third orgasm of hers - he knew her body so well, he knew exactly how to give her what she needed. He could feel the small gushes of liquid coming from her and saturating him as she squeezed his length, threatening to not let him escape her as he relentlessly thrusted into her. Finally, he felt the knot in his stomach as she thrashed her body against his - He felt pleasure wash over him, as he released himself inside of her, "oh god, Anya..." he moaned into her ear, as she gripped him tight and continued bucking her hips against him to ride out his orgasm. As he reached his ecstasy, so did she. Unable to take it anymore, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears from being overstimulated and blissful in his arms. She felt him throb inside her as he came, filling her up and swelling her belly with his seed.
He held her there for a moment, pressed between his chest and the wall, until he felt his length go limp. He let her down slowly as he removed himself from her, and gently removed the panties from her mouth as she looked at him with those big, wide blue eyes. Once the panties were out of her mouth, they brought each other into a deep, passionate kiss. He broke the kiss by pulling her head back from him by her hair, and gently pushed her down onto her knees in front of him. "Clean me up," he ordered, as she enthusiastically obliged, taking him into her mouth and licking him clean while he grunted above her. She tasted the remnants of his orgasm and her own taste on him. He was enjoying every moment he felt her soft, slick tongue against him, and couldn't hold back the gentle moans threatening to escape his throat.
When he felt sufficiently clean, he used the same grip on her hair to pull her up and meet his lips, bringing her into a kiss and releasing his grip on her hair. As they pulled away she collapsed in his arms, humming as she nuzzled her face into his neck. "I love you, Levi," she murmured, planting a small kiss there in the crook of his neck.
"I love you too, my sweet girl," he responded, holding her tightly in his arms. "Did you know, you're the best thing to ever happen to me?" he asked, as she was thankful for the darkness of the closet hiding the blush on her face.
He bent down, and found a clean napkin among the stacks of clean and freshly pressed linens. He gently cleaned her up, the aftershocks of her orgasm hitting her with shivers down her spine every time he brushed against her swollen clit. He slipped her panties back on, and rearranged the hair ribbon that became undone and messy from their act.
He pulled his own pants back up, re-did his belt, and stuffed his shirt inside. She adjusted his tie for him, and he ran his fingers through his hair until she gave him a nod of approval. They knew they were expected to be back, and he expected that by now, the ring would be found. He took one last look at her in the darkness of the closet, and examined how beautiful she looked even in this setting - elegant, pristine, and genuinely happy. He only hoped he could be the one to make her that happy forever. He could hardly pay any attention to the excruciating pain on his leg. He needed to find that cane fast.
"Shit!" Sarina exclaimed, "We've looked everywhere!" she rubbed her temple, unsure of where else that stupid piece of metal and rock could be. The room was thoroughly disheveled, with couch cushions and pillows thrown around the floor in their fruitless search.
Connie sighed in agreeance, hitting himself in the head with Levi's cane, "he's going to fucking kill us," he pulled up a couch cushion, helping Sarina inspect the grooms suite one more time. "This is it, this is how we die..."
"Wait, has anyone checked Historia's room?" Sarina asked, looking to Connie with a mischievous glint in her eye
Connie glared back at her, "Sarina we cannot just waltz into the QUEEN'S bedroom!" he exclaimed,
Sarina grinned, "no, but the princess can..."
As they exited the closet, Anya and Levi spotted Sarina and Connie running down the stairs.
"Ugh, gross!" Sarina exclaimed as she watched them come out of the closet,
Anya glared at her sister, "oh please - what exactly were you two doing?" she asked, an eyebrow raised as she locked Levi's arm with her own.
"We were looking for something!" Connie responded, handing Levi his cane. "B- But we couldn't quite find it..."
Levi gave him a disapproving look, knowing what he was referencing. He pressed his weight on the cane and shot those two a glare. "I wish you luck in finding it then," he deadpanned as he tried to hide his annoyed expression, "After all, who knows what will happen if you lost something important,"
As the four walked past the doors leading to the royal gardens, Anya stopped. The Archway was still lit up, and the gardens had twinkling electric lights strewn about. "Levi..." she began, pulling him gently towards her, "can we go for a walk out there?" she asked, her eyes shining in the light from the lanterns above them.
He hummed in response, leading her to the door and opening it for her and revealing the beautifully lit walkways and the fragrant aroma of freshly cut roses. He held her hand with his, and his cane in the other, as he led her down the path to the small lake that resided in the middle. He adored watching her eyes light up, as he explained the different types of flowers to her - something he learned from a particularly flower-obsessed young man at the orphanage he would volunteer at in Marley.
She giggled at his explanations, and marveled at his story when he explained to her how he knew so much about flowers. Even having known each other everyday of the first 15 years of their life, and recalling damn near every important detail from the 22 they missed out on having together, she could still be captivated by learning new things from him and about him. She smiled at him when he explained the meaning of different types of roses - red symbolizing love, white for purity, pink for grace and yellow for friendship, and she couldn't help but be enthralled at his knowledge, his poise, his own elegance that rarely went noticed by others - yet she could see every time she looked at him. She sighed contentedly, and when he stopped talking she continued to look into his eyes - illuminated by the glow of the moon, she could perfectly see those specks of blue in his grey irises.
"I love you, Levi" she said as she leaned in to kiss him, pressing her lips to his softly and humming into the kiss. He pulled her close to him, and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Breaking the kiss, his parted lips uttered the words she knew to be true for damn near her whole life,
"I love you, Anya" He smiled as he said the words, looking deep into each other's eyes and pulling each other into another kiss. No truer words had ever been spoken between the two, and they couldn't care who could possibly see them there - kissing each other passionately, their love for each other radiating from them like an aura.
It didn't take long into their kiss for Levi to feel friction growing in his pants again, and he was sure she noticed it when her thigh moved against him, he broke the kiss with an apology on his lips - "shit, I'm sorry..."
Anya smiled, "don't be," she took a look around, and upon seeing that no one was near, she grabbed his wrist. "Follow me," she demanded, and led him to a small area that was surrounded by rose bushes. There was a bench there, and she motioned for him to sit before she straddled him. "Don't be loud," she ordered before pulling him into another heated kiss, sloppier this time as she reached her hand down to his pants, and undid his belt.
"Here?" he asked, an eyebrow raised as she nodded, grinding her hips against him as she kissed down his neck, "so needy..." he teased, bringing his hands up to her clothed breasts.
It didn't take much for her to undo the buttons of his pants, and find his already hard length there. She slipped a hand under her dress, and pushed the lace of her panties to the side. She knew she was already thoroughly wet for him, and could easily take him again. She lowered herself onto him, being sure to keep their act covered by her dress in case someone came up to them, while his arms wrapped around her to steady her.
"My girl, still so needy..." he groaned as she took him down as far as she could, her wet and sensitive walls suffocating his length as she gently moved her hips to move him in and out of her. She knew it wouldn't take long for either of them - her, still swollen and sensitive from their earlier trysts and him, rock hard and already twitching inside of her. She could feel that same stretch, the same pull of her sucking him deeper into her and satisfying her so thoroughly.
She kissed his neck as she moved against him, their hips meeting in thrust after thrust while she suckled the skin of his neck and left small bites on his skin before calming the sting with her tongue. She wanted nothing more than to please him, to hear him moaning and grunting under her. His moans were her symphony - her favorite song to hear, and she loved being the one to cause those sounds to erupt from him. She softly moaned his name into the crook of his neck, over and over again laced with curses and moans, as she felt herself throb and pulse around his length as his girth stretched her so perfectly, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure
He bucked his hips up into her, and she stifled back a louder moan as he began to nip at her exposed neck while she continued to move herself quickly along his length. She could feel him pressing against the furthest reaches of her, perfectly hitting the spot inside her that drove her crazy as she bit her lip to prevent from moaning too loudly. His arms clung to her, as her hands reached behind his neck - one hand gently tugging at his hair and the other making its way beneath the fabric of his jacket as her nails dug into the shirt covering his shoulder. The cool night air kissed her skin gently, exacerbating the goosebumps on her skin and making her look even more flushed as she reached the peak of her own ecstasy, unknowingly bringing him to the same high she was experiencing. She felt him spill inside her as his cock twitched, she sat until his entire length was in her as she gently rocked her hips, hoping to prolong his orgasm.
He groaned at the sensation, her wet and pulsing walls already expending all they could from him, as he continued to gently thrust inside her. He buried her face in his neck and groaned as he continued to ride his orgasm out, and kissed her deeply as his cock spurt out its final rushes of his orgasm into her. Once he had been completely emptied, and he felt her stop moving, he moved away from their kiss as he held her now collapsed body in his arms. "You're so good to me," he whispered to her, as she let out a small giggle while burying her face in the crook of his neck.
They walked back into the reception hall, arm in arm as he leaned gently on his cane. The flush on their faces were clear to any adult a mile away, but to their little princess who knew no better - they just looked tired.
"Uncle Levi! Miss Anya!" Frieda called out, excited as she broke away from the grip Sarina had on her hand, "I found it! I found it!" she cried out, as Anya recognized a sigh of relief escaping Levi's lips.
Anya raised an eyebrow and looked from the little girl to Levi, and back to her. He caught her eyes, curious and anxious. "Found what, sweetie?" she asked as she bent down,
"The R-" she started to respond, before she found Levi's hand clamped over her mouth, A slight look of fear in his eyes that didn't go unnoticed by Anya
"Remember, Frieda, it's a surprise." Levi corrected her, only letting go of his grip on her mouth when she nodded. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "do you know where it is?" he asked, another nod coming from the girl before she pointed to her basket of flowers. He hummed in approval, and ruffled her hair. "Good girl," he exclaimed, a slight smile on his face
"Now?" Frieda asked, her blue eyes looking into Levis, he nodded, and she smiled. "Miss Anya!" she exclaimed, as Anya looked down at her, "Miss Anya, take me for a walk!"
Anya sighed, she knew these two could only be up to no good - but there was no denying how much she loved seeing the little one smile. "Where to?" she asked, taking the small hand in her own, as the little girl clutched her basket with her free hand
"Garden!" she exclaimed, "Uncle Levi, come with us!" she ordered, as she took off towards the doors the two had just come from, almost tripping Anya on the way. As she flung the door open, she led Anya through the gardens quickly, with Levi struggling to keep up behind them. Neither of them noticed that behind them Sarina, Connie, Hitch, Jean, Mikasa, Reiner, Pieck, Historia, Gabi, and Falco followed, steps behind and trying to hide among the bushes and trees.
Finally, Frieda led Anya to their destination. On the other side of the lake from where her and Levi had just been, along a small path that was barely illuminated by lanterns. At the end of the path, surrounded by rose shrubs taller than both of them, was an open area surrounded by half-burnt candles. Frieda let go of Anya's hand and sat on the ground.
Anya moved to sit next to the girl, but was stopped by Levi gripping her hand. "No, stand..." he asked, a shyness in his voice she wasn't expecting. She did as she was told, and looked from Levi to the little girl in front of them. "Stay right there, please," he asked with that same shyness, and she could tell he was nervous. She reached her arms around for him, and could practically feel his heart about to beat out of his chest
"What's wrong?" she asked with concern as her eyes met his, and she noticed a tear forming in the hues of grey and blue.
A moment he had waited for, for so long - the two years they were together before being so viciously ripped apart from each other, when he knew she was the only one for him even at that tender age. The twenty two years away from her, when he could only dream of seeing her again one day - believing her to be dead, and knowing there was no one who could ever replace her, no one else in the universe he would rather ask this question to. And now, these months back together, where he could dream of a future together that actually seemed attainable. A future together that started with seeing each other again - on the floor of her mothers bar. A future together he knew in his heart would last for the rest of their years and after. That moment, it was finally there.
He took a deep breath, as he intertwined their fingers together.
"Anya..."