His Little Brat. {Levi x Reader}

My Duty.(Injured!Levi x Doctor!Reader)

-I hope you enjoy! It's longer than the usual oneshots I write, which are around 1000 words. But I just got carried away haha.-

  The rich aroma of a fried breakfast wafts into the bedroom, and Levi is awoken by the delicious scent of a good morning. His head pounds with a heavy headache, and his blurry eyes don't seem to want to focus on anything. His hand reaches over to the other side of the bed, and he realises dumbly that you're already up. He has such a rough night, that he didn't even hear the alarm go off. Levi feels a little guilty for not getting up on time, but his heart rests easy as he glances at the clock. He still had an hour to spare before needing to head off to work again. A low sigh escapes through his nostrils as he throws on a shirt before heading downstairs.

  The first thing he sees is your back, and a small smile erupts on his tired face. He decides to lean against the door and just watch you cooking. He just gazed upon her perfect form, this was something he liked to do every morning you spend together. He could've admired you for days on end, but when you swivel around with two plates of steaming goodness, your eyes meet his and he walks over casually before dropping you a kiss to the temple. He then pours himself a cup of strong coffee and inhales it's comforting scent before taking a long sip. This time it's your turn to stare at him, but it doesn't take him long to notice.

"Morning, love." he murmurs as he sets the glass cup down gently to sling his arms around your waist. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Mhm." you hum softly against his warm chest as you savor the embrace. "Let's eat, or you'll be late again."

"Yeah, I don't want to get chewed out by Erwin again." he grumbles as he sits across from you before picking up his cutlery. "This looks delicious as always, (Your Name)."

    Your lover, Levi Ackerman, currently holds a position in the Survey Corps. Apparently it's the aristocracy of the police force. He never really tells you about the work that he does, so you tend to assume that it's not something he can cheerfully chat about over dinner. But by the way his tired eyes sharpen almost inhumanely over the slightest things, he's seen and done some things that he'd prefer to keep to himself. You may be his long term lover, but these situations that he faces everyday remains strictly confidential. You feel somewhat grateful that he hides these things from you, because you know that it's all for your own safety and wellbeing. So for now, you 

"I'm glad you enjoy my food." you grin and he gives you a wry smile back before digging in.

  You guys end up conversing over breakfast, and the conversations are endless, much so that you lose track of time and have to rush out of the door. He offers to drive you to work today, and you know that he isn't giving you an option to say no. You are running quite late anyway, so you accept gratefully. Whenever he stays over, the routine is always the same. Sometimes you wonder what it will be like if you guys actually moved in together. But your relationship hasn't progressed that far yet. Besides, you both worked difficult and time-consuming jobs, maybe it is better off like this. After all, it makes the days you spend together more sentimental. The car engine hums supportively and the vehicle comes to a stop. You glance out to realise that you've already arrived at the hospital.

"Thanks for the drive, Levi." you thank him softly before leaning over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't forget to pick me up at 8 tonight." 

"Who do you take me for, (Your Name). I'd never forget our date plans." he says seriously before revving the car up. "I'll see you tonight, I promise."

  The day goes by with you on your feet as you do everything from rushing into major surgeries to stitching up minor injuries. Being on the head team of elite surgeons meant that you have to be very versatile with the time that you spend in the hospital. You neither have any time to eat, sleep or drink, nor do you have the luxury of just sitting around. Every accident and emergency pack a punch and the thoughts about tonight slowly dissembles away as a line of new medical interpretations crowd into your brain. Personal situations ebb away, and you enter the true realm of professionalism. Some call it getting used to facing horrible situations and scenarios, you call it being a good doctor.