Hey guys! So, I've been on this site thousands of times, and I've written a few fanfictions, but I have never actually published a proper one that I intended to continue. Until this. So yeah, it's gonna be crappy, and will probably have a horrible start.

Just for you guys to understand, this is a Parental!Levi and Eren fic. Except Levi has known Eren since he was a baby, as in this story, Carla and Grisha had been attacked while traveling, leading Eren to be sent into the Underground (don't worry, Mikasa and Armin will still be pretty important here).

This will probably have a lot of angst, a lot of guesswork, a lot of made-up stuff, a whole bunch of bad grammar and usage, and OOC-ness galore. Have fun reading this terrible piece of writing.

Chapter One:

Levi's life was just a cycle. A cycle of waking up, eating, scavenging, stealing, and sleeping. New things rarely occurred, and nothing shook this cycle.

There had been the occasional change, like finding some new 3DM-gear parts, the moving in of Isabel, maybe an occasional rare item at the marketplace, but nothing exciting ever happened. It was always the same routine.

Yep. Just a cycle.

Levi was currently walking down a street in the Underground District, on his way home. People nodded and parted way for him as he passed, some muttering "Good evening" and other pleasantries respectfully under their breath. The nineteen-year-old was well-known in the district for being strong, as well as fair. If you kept your manners with him, he would do the same for you. If you lashed out at him rudely, however, you would be lucky to go home with only a broken arm or leg.

He stretched as he walked, and checked his maneuver gear idly as he went. He had just finished a small heist, stealing a few fruits, a luxury at this time of the year. However, Levi was now rather far from home, and was exhausted. It had been a long day, and he was eager to get home and rest.

Slowly, the path began to empty as more and more people retreated into their houses to sleep. By the time Levi was in the close vicinity of his own home, there was only a small group of people around. They appeared to be crowded around a wrapped bundle in a box, probably food.

Levi simply rolled his eyes and kept walking past them. He had plenty of food now and was perfectly capable of getting some more later–

Levi stopped. He turned around slowly, narrowing his eyes as he moved. He had heard…a baby's cry?

The small group quickly huddled tighter around the bundle, looking swiftly around, and paling or feigning nonchalance when they noticed him.

Narrowing his eyes a bit more, Levi looked closer at the group. It had about five people, three women and two men. A woman in a green dress had picked up the bundle, and was pressing it to her chest, looking around with nervous, dancing eyes.

What kind of food would cry like a f*cking baby? He began walking towards the group. They had started whispering again, and had not noticed his short figure approaching.

"Yes, someone just came and put him –" "- says they were killed, you say?" "No, that's impossible, how would he end up here?" "Like I said already, someone came –"

"Excuse me," Levi said, tapping on a man's shoulder, "What are you doing this late out?"

The man jumped, and everyone took a visible, anxious step back. The green-dressed woman clutched the bundle tighter.

The man stammered, and hurried to answer, "N-nothing! We were just about to go back now –"

Another loud cry tore through the tense atmosphere, and the bundle shifted slightly. The woman looked frightened, and started trying to rock the bundle subtly. Everyone else tried to smile and act casually, failing utterly.

Levi saw and heard everything clearly, however, and stepped forward towards the woman, who was slowly taking a few steps back as he approached. When he reached towards the small, quivering bundle, the woman bent her knees as though she would run away. However, one quick, sharp glance silenced her, and she shakily held out the bundle, ignoring the other women's panicked glances and gestures.

Immediately snatching the bundle, Levi turned it around, and his eyes widened slightly. It was…a child. A small, chocolate-brown haired baby boy, perhaps around 5 or 6 months, with shining green eyes. However, right now, those green eyes were shining with tears.

Seeing Levi's hard, emotionless face seemed to be the last straw, and the baby started crying. It wasn't a very loud cry, however, more strangled gasps and breathless whimpers, and that broke the young man's heart a little.

He began to rock the child back and forth, combing his fingers through the soft hair, and softened his expression slightly. This calmed the boy down slightly, and he began to stare quietly up at the man holding him.

Levi looked up from the baby, and saw a variety of expressions in front of him. Fear, anxiety, a little anger at the woman in the green dress, but also, maybe, a little relief.

He looked at the man he had questioned in the beginning, and deadpanned, "He is obviously none of your children. Who is he, and where did you find him."

The man looked nervously at the rest of the group, and said, "W-well…he was given to us by a man. He barely told us anything, only his name and that he was German. He told us to take care of him, that something had happened to his parents while they were traveling, and as you know, orphans without known ties aren't usually cared for aboveground..."

Levi's anger flared slightly. Children who had no family and nowhere to live were often forced to live down in the Underground District if they were caught. It wasn't common, but wasn't rare for someone to go around with a child, trying to find them a place to live. It was one of the reasons why the Underground was filled with homeless orphans, and why he hated the people who lived above the stairs; they didn't have time for anyone but themselves.

"I see," he said simply, handing the child back to the woman. So they were trying to figure out what to do with the baby.

The woman took him gratefully, and tried to put the infant to sleep. Levi watched as the baby slowly closed his eyes, yawning and snuggling into the woman's dress. The others relaxed, and began to whisper once more about the child, and what to do with him.

Satisfied with what he saw, he turned back, and began walking home once more. As he opened the door, he was attacked by a young, redheaded girl named Isabel, who cried, "Big bro! You're home!" and was given a smile from a tall, blonde man by the name of Farlan, who shut the door behind him.

As he pried the young girl of him, and shrugged off him gear, he thought back to the baby boy with sparkling green eyes, and shook his head, already moving his thoughts to a quick dinner, and then sleep.

It was just another day as usual. Just another round in the cycle.

So what did you guys think? It would be great for you guys to point out any problems you have with this, so constructive criticism would be awesome.

Thanks, and bye!