#and there’s also the baby making process that levi loves :}

[willreigns]

Full House

Day 29: Circus | Drabble Challenge 2024

CW: Levi x fem!reader, civilian!reader

A/N: Takes place in the same universe as Letters from the Other Side. Part of Drabble Challenge 2024.

It’s been six years since the Rumbling.

The Ackerman home feels full. A babbling child can be heard and the smell of something delicious wafts through the house.

“It’s like a damn circus in here,” Levi mutters, eyeing the toys scattered all over. His gaze shifts to the source of the babbling, but his expression softens as your daughter bursts into fits of giggles.

“Yeah, I look funny to you?” He picks her up, her hand meeting his scarred cheek with fascination.

You smile, hand resting on your pregnant stomach. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Despite his grumbling stomach, Levi feels full.

[m-jelly]

hello Jelly, how's going ?? could i ask you to do a AOT hcs with Levi,Hange,Erwin and Mike?? How would be their reactions if their kid (it can be girl or boy, that's up to you sweet :3 ) come to reader asking for a sibling? what would they say??

Thanks for your attention, i love your work!!

I want a sibling

All with a fem reader and it's set in modern world

Hange

Hange would be very good with your kid. She'd talk to them about how you have to go through IVF to have them and how it is very hard on your body and mind. She is a woman of science and wants to explain the whole process so their kid will understand. She'll explain that there were a few unsuccessful attempts and a lot of medication, but it was all worth it for them. However, she's not sure if your body could go through it all again, so she'd have to talk with you and possibly think of adopting a sweet baby. That's a long process, but they can do it as a family.

Mike

Mike would give you a smirk when your kid asks for a sibling, mainly because he likes making kids -nudge, nudge-. He also loves being a dad, and having a few running around the home would be wonderful. He's a very hands-on dad, always playing with them and teaching them wilderness skills (because I see Mike being a rough lumberjack-type man in modern). He takes them camping and has so much fun. So, while your kid is asking for a sibling, your man is joining in asking too, and you have to admit, having another mini version of Mike is perfect.

Erwin

Erwin blushed a little, knowing what would be happening to get a sweet baby. He would cuddle up to you and ask you if you wanted another kid. Erwin is so wonderful and sweet with your kid, always reading to them and telling them call facts and taking them to exciting places. Having more little ones sitting around him so he can read to them and go on adventures with them would make his life. He'll reinforce that it is all your choice as you carry the baby and the recovery after, which he is so good with you, and he's so big and protective. Having another little one being held by his big muscular arms seems like a perfect idea.

Levi

You both don't even think twice about it; you want another one because a nice big family is something you both wanted. After all, you desire a house filled with love. Plus, Kuchel wants many grandchildren. Levi is incredible good with kids; he always has been. He loves being a dad, and he goes out of his way to help you and your kid. He gets a bit emotional over his children and you. You would both like another kid and have already planned it, so you say yes.

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[wroteclassicaly]

Bby let's muse over Steve Harringtons ass.

Warnings: Language, smut, anal play, anal fingering, ass eating, anal sex, spanking, submissive Steve, dominant Reader, and NSFW.

~*~

There’s many things that you can say about Steve Harrington. He has great hair, he has a constellation of beauty marks that even dot into his ears, his cock is the unidentified monster of Hawkins, his hands can be used as a human shield, he fights for his friends until the death, he’s loyal, he’s sweet, he’s smart, he’s beautiful, he kisses as if it’s his last day on earth… You can go on, really.

But then… there is also a rather, specific trait about him that’s undeniable. A physical presence that has turned heads of even claimed straight men. It doesn’t matter what he wears, whether it’s swimming trunks, sleep pants, sweats, or those sinful little Levi’s that belong in a museum — it is always on display, front and center. There is no getting past it, zero capabilities to deny it. Steve Harrington has a fat ass.

A perky, shapely, cheekily cut, juicy, bite-able, fuck-able, slap-able — deliciously sinful… ass.

You didn’t start out as his girlfriend, no. Just his best-friend, one that had agreed to benefits, before things became too vulnerable to ignore. And the more open emotions were, the more open things in the bedroom became. Steve was only alright trying new things with you, and the opportunity wasn’t wasted. So you’d showed him with a very targeted rental from the store, assuring that you’d checked in out by yourself under a fake name.

The woman had been taking her scene partner in several stages. First with her hands on his ass, slapping until it reddened, almost resembling a blossoming bruise. Secondly, prepping him with a finger. Thirdly, her face had been buried between his sore cheeks. And the finale, you had to help Steve take off his jeans, pulling his cock out for him as she accustomed to the harness, taking him in wild ways that Steve had taken you.

“Do you like what she’s doing to him?” You spoke into his ear, kissing at that one freckle inside, your fingers wrapping around his cock, thumb stroking off the pre from the head.

“Yeah…” his voice was choked, so low and raspy that it sounded as if his vocal cords had been drenched with molten lava. “What does it feel like?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, hues of blue and orange from the television set reflecting off his blown pupils.

“You want me to do it to you, Steve? Guys have a spot, just like girls do.”

“You mean my prostate, right? I know it’s a place… inside me… there. Is that it?”

You brushed his hair off his already slicked forehead. “That’s right, baby. Right in between your legs, buried deep inside of that tight, unused hole.”

He trembled impossibly, and that is when things got started.

~*~

Steve loves spankings when he’s over work and just needs to unwind. How your hands can make it hard for him to sit, to focus on anything that isn’t you. The way you grab him, pull him apart to observe like he’s on display over your lap.

Steve adores when you just grab him after a shower, through his towel or jeans, giving his ass a little lift or smack. Just staking your claim, feeling him up.

Steve will admit to calling you up several times a day, just so he can ride your fingers in the bathroom or stock room at work, addicted to watching his cock kick and drain all over the floor. He’s already been able to touch himself, but it still isn’t the same as you.

Steve isn’t able to process what happens when you split him open and bury your face in his backside, not permitting him to touch himself (unless you feel giving). You eat him the way that he eats your cunt — animalistic, with one goal. Letting him fuck his opening onto your tongue.

Steve can attest to his eyes crossing several times, upon seeing you in your harness, the shivering trepidation as he props his head on his bicep and strokes himself off at the sight off your dripping pussy as you adjust to the toy. He’ll help you step in on occasion. And the many positions. Depending on what the other needs, you will take him on his side, in front of a mirror so he can see how perfectly beautiful that he is, soft on his back for closeness as you go chest to chest, deeply on his stomach with a taught arch and sweet little pleas from his gifted little mouth, hard from behind, hand on his hair (sometimes in public, even at work. you have become addicted to watching him squirm after, knowing he’s gonna fuck you that much harder for getting him in that state), legs on your shoulders or around your waist, him riding you against the headboard or whatever surface you can find (even in his car), bouncing on top of you and riding you, his hands on your tits for purchase, cock leaking all over your stomach, balls wet with the arousal that has leaked across your thighs — any and everything that you can think of.

It’s safe to say, you’re in love with Steve Harrington’s ass. And will forever worship, remaining eternally faithful to its perfection.

[bluewolfangel01]

Can you do the Obey Me! cast with an MC who finds out about their childhood pet getting ready to pass on and how they deal with the aftermath of the pet passing on. My dog is getting ready to go from the sounds of it and I’m looking for some comfort from my comfort character group. Take your time in answering! Here’s a picture of my sweet baby girl.

Aw, that's a very cute and sweet looking baby. I'll try my best to write something that'll help and comfort you as best as it can 🙏

If Mc tells the brothers that their beloved childhood pet is getting ready to pass on, they'll do everything in their power to comfort them

And even if Mc doesn't tell the brothers at first, they'll eventually find out why Mc is acting so strange and sad

Whose ever turn it is to cook, either for dinner or breakfast, they'll make sure that it's one of Mc's favorite or a dish that they like

Beel will make sure that Mc gets as much as they want to eat, even if he's really, really hungry he'll wait for Mc

Mammon will hang around and basically escort Mc everywhere when he's not extremely busy, kinda like an emotional support demon

Whenever Mc is hanging out with Levi, he'll play whatever games that they like best

Whenever Mc is hanging with Satan, he'll read to them if they like, and he's very much willing to listen to any stories that Mc has about their childhood pet

Asmo will steal Mc away, with permission of course, for extra long self care sessions that involve only the best treatments and letting Mc talk about any and all their memories with their beloved pet

Belphie will cuddle with Mc at night, or any time during the day really, and make sure they sleep extra well and dont have any nightmares while they sleep

If Mc wants to chat late in the night to better process things, Lucifer is very much willing to listen as long as Mc doesn't feel hurt that he may not be listening fully at all times since he is working away at the paperwork on his desk, but he'll try his best to listen fully as much as he can

If Mc wants, Lucifer will also talk to Diavolo about allowing Mc to go back home to the human realm

In the aftermath of Mc's childhood pet passing, the brothers would do the same stuff that they did beforehand to comfort Mc, but of course they'd do it with much more gusto

Whatever Mc wants or needs, even if it's something silly, the brothers get it so fast that Mc will get whiplash

Mc wants cuddles or to be held? Immediate line of the demon bros asking which one of them Mc wants to cuddle with or if they just want to have a cuddle pile with everyone

Mc wants to go back to their home in the human realm to be there for their pet's funeral? One or all of the brothers are willing to go as both support and company if Mc is okay with or wants that

This next bit is if Mc is okay with or finds being around "pets" to be helpful with coping

Don't forget that there's a giant doggo under the HoL in the catacombs

Although Cerburus is all teeth with the brothers, except Lucifer of course, he loves Mc and is willing to help them cope however he can, which is mainly via fluffy cuddles

If the brothers can't find Mc anywhere, then they'll check the catacombs, to which they'll find a Mc laying on top of Cerburus

Overall the brothers will do anything in their power to help Mc

Mc wants to forget about the whole thing for a while, talk through it, cry for a bit, sit in silence while being held, etc?

Mc is apart of their family, they'll do whatever it takes for Mc to feel even a little bit better

[koolades-world]

Hi!! Could I request how the brothers (mainly Levi, Beel , mammon) react to an s/o who’s deathly afraid of wasps , like phobia type fear . (It’s spring where I live and I have a phobia of wasps and it’s actually suffering)

hello! sure thing!!

I totally get the wasp fear thing. those guys are out for blood i swear. unfortunately for me, they love to find ways into my home and even more unfortunately for me, my pets love to chase them :,) however nobody has been hurt yet because of this (except the wasps sorry wasps)

enjoy <3

Mc who's deathly afraid of wasps

Mammon

he'll be the brave idiot who has no fear and will tackle the task head on

he'll get in there with a broom, a clear cup, and a dream

he doesn't understand why you're screaming...

until it's in his face and he also flees

but! he made you a promise and he isn't one to break that, so he's marching back into that room and completing the job like he intended

he's not sure how this situation is going to end, but every situation involves him removing the wasp from the premise

he may or may not have gotten stung in the process

he's proud to say the wasp has been disposes of but he was collateral damage

Levi

you might have to shake him or scream in his ear to get him to pay attention

the grind doesn't wait for anyone and he knows that

but, since its you, he'll help out

surprisingly he's very effective and it seems as if he's done this before

he traps the wasp in a glass and scoots a piece of paper underneath it

at record speed he takes it outside and sets it free

just like that, he's back to playing the game he was less than five minutes ago

he's the one to call when you have wasp problems!

Beel

unfortunately for you if you though he was going to be your night in shining armor

you’d be wrong

he’s also terrified because he once heard some wasps eat flies and feed them to their babies

he’s not ready to become baby food, not when he hasn’t eaten as much as he’s wanted in his life yet

you’ll both have the scream and shake belphie to wake up if you see one in the house

inevitably if there’s a nest somewhere outside the hol, you’ll have to call lucifer to get it. make sure to use your puppy dog eyes on him, that always works

together you can anti-wasp proof the house and spend as much time as possible away from the fireplace (one time a wasp flew in through the fireplace…)

but he’ll stand in front of you while you’re frantically calling for another brother help to protect you :)

[opiopal]

My physical head canons for the brothers that no one asked for but I’m sharing anyways because I can’t contain myself cause im a beast of headcanons that need to be released RARARARAR(don’t mind the cringe I’m sleep deprived,)

Lucifer

I like to imagine Lucifer with a slim face and bold cheekbones, he has side burns that look more like small black feathers and ofc he has eyebags, and he’s not as pale, having more of an olive skin tone. I’ve always imagined him with a hooked nose as well, along with more gray hairs. His ears are pointed upwards and are decently long. He still has a slim waist in my brain but also a bolder chest and shoulders. He’s not very muscular but still looks strong for his age(got those baby holdin arms). He has Insanely good posture and I imagine him in his regular outfit as is(though I like to imagine his stupid fuckin shoes are at least a darker brown). He is the third tallest in the household.

Mammon

His face shape is relatively the same in my brain, minus the addition of his ears being pointed, though I always tend to imagine his skin a few shades darker then what it is. his hair has little gold tips like in his demon form. And some of his body hair, like on the back of his hands, arms, and his legs, look like little white feathers. He’s fit like a runner and has very vague abs, like, you wouldn’t process they were there unless he pointed them out. I like to imagine him with a few piercings as well(body piercings not face piercings iykyk;3). His clothes are relatively the same in my brain but he doesnt have feathers in his boots(just keep the feathers as a keychain babe we all know you have a bird thing going on it’s ok). He’s the fourth tallest in the house.

Levi

Levi has as round face in my mind, along with blue freckles that appear like blue scales and visible gills on his neck. His ears are long and thin and constantly drooped(cause bbg is always pathetic no matter what and that’s why I love him💕) His hands and feet have webbing. since he is canonically tall(compared to mammon at least) I like to imagine him being the second tallest and because he is decently tall his body fat does even out, though he has a gut and multiple parts of his body is a lot squishier. I can imagine his clothes give him the appearance of being thinner, but obviously he’s not. And i imagine his clothes to be pretty much the same, maybe looking a little more like he just rolled out of bed though if that makes sense. And like I said he’s the second tallest in the HOL, but sometimes it’s hard to tell cause he slouches.(I can imagine one day he’s getting scolded by Lucifer and he’s told to sit up straight, and after he does so it baffles Lucifer a bit that he has look up at him)

Satan

First things first he does NOT have that jacket, immediately he looks a lot better with only that sweater and his regular pants. Though I can imagine his clothing looking a lot darker, black pants, darker shirt underneath his sweater. His face is pretty similar to Lucifer’s, though his nose is a little smaller and his ears are a little shorter. He’s fit, mostly because I’m sure he burns calories out of pure spite/j. But in all seriousness I feel like he would be a little scrawny from not eating a whole lot by mistake, probably because he was sucked into a book, so he doesn’t mean to forget to grab a snack here and there, he’s just to much of a nerd </3. He’s relatively tall, and him and mammon are the same height.

Asmo

Skin so smooth it would make a modeling agency weep. I like to imagine any makeup he wears is a lot more obvious? Like, you can actually tell he’s wearing makeup, and it’s always flawless, the type of flawless were you can’t help but wonder if he gets up at 4 am to do his makeup. And I could totally see him either using those eyelash oil things to make his lashes grow longer as a part of his 3457 step skincare routine. And I imagine his ears are more elegantly elf like. His hair is still that very soft pink in my mind but the tips fade into a slightly brighter pink, and is also longer. I will never imagine him in his Og outfit because his human realm outfit just fits him so so SO much better both personality wise and just fashion wise period. He definitely works out but just enough to stay healthy and to not develop any muscles. I imagine he is also the same height as mammon, but maybe shorter by half an inch? I also like to imagine he flip flops from looking super fem to being more in between.

Beel

First things first he has a rounder face, period. I also like to imagine him with freckles and his hair is a little scruffier and longer. Not to long but touching his shoulders. He also has shorter chunkier ears that droop downwards. He is the tallest in the household no doubt about it, being taller than Levi by nearly a foot. I imagine his clothes as relatively the same, the fluff on his coat just doesn’t look as matted(I can’t be the only one who thinks that it looks like it needs to be brushed😭). As for his body, he has a gut. And just overall is so much more hunky. I can imagine his body is constantly changing from being more fit to being chunkier, so he has a good handful of stretch marks from his body constantly changing. I like to imagine that demons can burn fat a lot easier than humans, so he finds little to no issue with working away some of the fat that accumulates. But overall he’s mostly rocking a gut and strong arms. Also he’s not as pale in my mind, like he definitely has some melanin.

Belphie

Belphie also has a rounder face, with cow print looking freckles. His ears are droopy like beels and has the same cow print freckles. His hair is longer and he is in a constant state of bedhead. I also don’t think he’s SUPER scrawny, his stomach is pudgy and you can kind of see his ribs. I can also imagine the tips of his fingers have a black gradient and his nails are long and pointy like talons, I like to imagine that it takes some effort to be in their neutral forms, so he doesn’t care a whole lot to fully commit to it. First things first with his clothes: mf does NOT have those pants, nor those knee high laced brown boots. In my head he probably has a pair of sweatpants that have a star pattern, along with some slippers(maybe little cow head slippers cause that’s adorable in my head, and even though I don’t like him a whole lot he still deserves SOME bbg vibes </3). The rest of his clothes are fine to me I guess. But overall he does not care about his looks whatsoever and is always ready for his next nap.

[roseofdarknessblog]

Christmas baby | Levi Ackerman

You’ve always loved Christmas and everything that came with the holiday season. But for the last couple of years, Christmas has been special thanks to your partner. Since Levi was a Christmas baby, as you loved to call him, the holidays became even more remarkable to you.

Making everything perfect for Levi and his special day was your priority every single year. He didn’t like big noisy celebrations or people making a fuss out of his birthday. So every year, you made sure to spend the 25th of December in a calm and loving atmosphere. Sometimes at home and sometimes away on a little vacation somewhere nice.

„Good morning, sleepy head,“ you said with a huge smile when Levi walked into the kitchen. It was bright and early, the sun was only coming up, making the thick layer of snow outside sparkle in the sunlight. Your whole house was full of warm yellow glow, making everything seem extra cozy. „Breakfast is almost ready.“

Levi shook his head with a sleepy smirk, coming up to you and hugging you around the waist from behind. His lips pressed a warm kiss behind your ear, while you were finishing up with the special breakfast for your most beloved.

„Happy Birthday and also Merry Christmas,“ you said joyfully, looking over your shoulder to meet his lips in another tender kiss. His grip around your waist tightened a little, keeping you close.

„Thank you, love. Merry Christmas to you too.“ He rested his head against yours, watching you finish his favorite French toast with pieces of fried bacon. It was a lovely combination, mainly with Levi’s special winter-flavored caramel tea. „Do we have any plans for today?“

„No, not really. Maybe we could go for a walk if the weather stays nice. I love how quiet and peaceful the world outside is during the holiday season.“

„Yeah, that sounds nice. Maybe we can visit my mom, too.“

„I talked to her yesterday, she’s coming over for lunch tomorrow. And she’s expecting us for dinner today.“ You and Kuchel had an amazing relationship. She truly was a saint, who always had so much love for both you and her son. Even her brother Kenny liked catching up with you when he came for a quick visit or if you met at Kuchel’s house.

As you kept talking, both of you sat down at the dining table and enjoyed breakfast together. While you served the food, Levi made tea. Since there was nowhere to hurry, you could truly enjoy each and every moment, cherishing the time spent together on this very special day.

The house was nice and quiet, and all you could hear were the sounds of nature from outside. When you looked out the window, you saw tiny snowflakes drifting around and making the outside scenery even more lovely. It was such a huge contrast to everything you saw around you in the house – the Christmas tree, all the decorations and the fire peacefully burning in the fireplace, making the house warm and cozy.

The day of Levi’s birthday nor Christmas were ever about giving one another a huge amount of gifts. The best thing about the entire holidays were actually the days leading up to them. When you found time to decorate and bake together. Dance around the house to gentle Christmas music and fool around the kitchen, making a huge mess in the process and then cleaning it all up while tasting your sweet creations.

Yes, the actual holidays were beautiful and filled with love and gratitude, but those very last days before them had some unique kind of magic you looked forward to every single year. And Levi too. He adored helping you get everything ready. Despite all the tasks, he found it relaxing and assuring in a way. All the hustle before the holidays made him feel grateful that he had a special someone to share all of this with.

„What?“ Levi asked, when he caught you looking at him with a smile on your lips, while he was still finishing his breakfast. You shook your head and looked into your already empty plate. „No, tell me. What’s the matter?“

„Nothing, I just... I love you.“ He smirked at your shy expression as you said that. Almost as if you were saying it for the very first time. „And I’m so grateful that we can celebrate another holiday together,“ you added, reaching out your hand and stroking his cheek lovingly.

Levi slightly turned his head and pressed a kiss into your palm, leaning into your touch a bit more. The calm and content expression on his beautiful face made you feel all the joy in the entire universe.

„How about showing me just how much you love me?“ he teased and before you knew it, he pulled you over to sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly.

„Don’t you want to unwrap your presents first?“ you asked, playfully running your thumb over his lower lip. With a smirk, Levi’s hands slipped under your shirt and onto your lower back, his touch warm and gentle.

„Hmm, there’s one very special gift I can’t wait to unwrap,“ he mumbled in a low voice, his lips gently brushing against your mouth. One of his hands traveled up your back underneath your shirt, holding you close. His eyes locked with yours, full of love and hunger for your body. „Maybe we could get to it now, so later we can go for that walk you mentioned earlier,“ he continued teasing you, while his other hand slipped out from underneath your shirt and into your hair.

„It’s your special day. So you’re the one to say that we’ll be doing.“

„Trust me, I’ll enjoy this fact very much,“ he whispered into your lips and stood up, lifting you off his lap. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he made his way back to the bedroom, your lips staying pressed together in a passionate kiss for the entire time.

It was his birthday, after all. So it was only fair to grant him every little pleasure his heart desired.

[sixpennydame]

The Better Man | Epilogue

Previous Chapter | Series Masterlist

Read in AO3 here

“Levi…”

You stretch your arms out to his side of the bed, expecting to feel his warm body. The late fall mornings were getting colder and you were yearning to cuddle beside him. But then you remembered: it’s nearly impossible for that man to sleep more than four hours a night, yet alone get him to sleep in the bed, even when he’s here in the comfort of home.

Our home, you think to yourself.

_____

After the Female Titan attack on Stohess, Levi insisted that he move you inside Wall Sina, on the outskirts of Mitras. It was safer, he’d argued, and less likely to have a large-scale titan attack, as protecting you was always first and foremost in his mind. Outside the capital, on two acres of land, you’d found a small, cozy cottage, the perfect size for the two of you (“Smaller houses are easier to clean,” Levi had noted). It was just far enough away that people wouldn’t pry into your business; a place where Levi could be at peace. 

But in the months following Stohess, there would be no peace for Levi; in fact, you’d barely seen him. You kept yourself busy with making pastries for the local market and making the cottage a home for Levi to come home to. It had been three months with no word, but you knew he’d come back. He’d promised you.

And that promise was kept when he rode up to the picket fence surrounding your home a few months later. He was weather-worn and exhausted, and he held you in his arms like your very presence was bringing him back to life. He told you of Kenny and the MP’s, of the military coup, and Historia's upcoming coronation. His eyes cast downward when he spoke of Kenny, but there was a hope there too; something you hadn’t seen on his face in a long time, maybe ever.

You also had news for him: you were pregnant.

Your tiny bump was unnoticeable under the layers of your late-summer dress, and at first, he’d just looked at you, as if he was trying to process what you were telling him. You thought he was unhappy at first, but then his face softened and he held you tightly, whispering in your ear that this was the happiest he’d ever felt. 

(So there was more than one reason why Levi was smiling so broadly at Historia’s coronation ceremony.)

Finally, it seemed like there was some good in the world.

For the next two months, Levi and the Survey Corps stayed in Mitras, where he became involved in Queen Historia’s efforts to bring all the orphans out of the Underground. He invited you to be a consultant with him, but you’d refused; you didn’t feel educated enough to be in a room full of government and military officials, but at home Levi would ask your opinion on matters. Working together towards making the world a better place, having the man you love beside you, it felt like a dream. And every evening Levi’s hands would rest gently on your belly as you slept.

But no good thing lasts forever.

“Re-taking Shiganshina and filling the hole in the wall should only take a few days”, he’d said. “I’ll be back in a week.”

“We’ll be here waiting for you.” Your belly had grown in the months Levi had been home, and his hands always gravitated toward it, as if willing his protection to the baby inside.  

A week came and went, but Levi didn’t return. When another week passed with no word, you started to worry.

News finally reached the village of the massacre of the Survey Corps and the nine survivors who were awarded a medal of valor by the queen. Levi’s name was listed among the nine. You breathed a sigh of relief.

He’ll be home soon.

When he did return, there was a change, like a dark cloud hanging over him. You understood - he’d lost Erwin, who’d been his guiding light for so many years. And he was angry - angry that he wasn’t able to defeat the Beast Titan, that he wasn’t able to keep his promise. You were happy and relieved to have him home, but he wasn’t fully here.

The cold floors creak as you softly walk to the room that will soon be your child’s nursery and there is Levi, sitting in the wingback chair next to the window. Ever the light sleeper, it only takes a few steps of your walking into the room before his eyes flit open.

“Another rough night?” you ask as you walk towards the chair. 

“I just didn’t want to wake you. You should rest as much as possible.”

You knew Levi felt guilty for not being with you during much of the pregnancy, and so he made up for it by being extra protective when he was around. He’d barely let you lift a finger, which you’d tried to tell him was unnecessary, but did love being doted over. 

He pulls you towards him and you stand in between his legs as he starts gently caressing your belly. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Fine, but I feel huge,” you sigh. “I still have three months to go… how am I already this big?” you ask, hoping that Levi will reply with, “You’re not that big,” or “You look beautiful,” but he’s silent, his forehead resting on your stomach.

“Levi…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” is his reply, but you know that’s not true. He hasn’t been fine since he returned, but what bothers you most is that he’s closing off his feelings.

“Hey,” you lift his head up to look at you, “don’t shut me out. I can tell you’re hurting. Just talk to me.”

You won’t be shut off from the man you love again. You won’t watch him being eaten away from the inside.

It takes him a few moments to respond, seemingly struggling to say the words out loud. “It’s just that everything I’ve known about the world has been wrong. Titans are humans. Kenny was my uncle. There are people - hell, a whole entire rest of the world - beyond these walls. Our duty as Scouts was to find out the truth, and we did that. But without Erwin, I’m not sure any of us know what to do with that truth.”

You sit on Levi’s lap as his heavy heart slowly begins to open up to you. “It’s only a matter of time now before we kill all the titans trapped in Wall Maria. Once spring comes, Hange plans for the Scouts to explore beyond the walls.” His arm, wrapped around your waist, pulls you in tighter. “My life has always been full of unknowns, but this..” he pauses and as you run your hands through his hair. “I don’t know what kind of world we’re about to open ourselves up to…and if I’m strong enough to protect humanity anymore.”

“You’re worried about the world you’re bringing your child into,” you add, your hands caressing his freshly shaven undercut. 

“I’ll protect you and our child with every inch of my being, but I hate that I don’t know what’s coming next.”

Levi has always been so sure of himself and his abilities. Erwin gave him a bigger reason to focus that brute strength. Now, Levi is like an unmanned ship careening into dangerous waters. 

And he needs you to be his anchor.

“The future is scary right now, no doubt about that. There are times when I’m so terrified of being a mother. But when I feel that way, the one thing that keeps me sane through it all, Levi, is knowing that I’m not doing this alone.”

“And you’re right, the world is changing - there’s nothing any of us can do about that. But think about where we came from, and how far we’ve come. Through it all, there’s been one constant,” your hand gently turns his face towards yours.

“Us.”

You lean your forehead against his. “We have each other. No matter what the future holds for you, me, and Paradis, I will be by your side.”

Levi’s shoulders drop as he lays his head on your chest. You love this man deeply and you know he loves you too. 

And whatever happens, you’ll face it together.

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[journey-to-the-attic]

OMG, I'm so sorry that happened to you that sounds awful !!! I've definitely been there before, so happy you only came out sore 🙏🏽

As for AU stuff-

I think a super cool side spin to the Drangon!AU would be if IK became the world's first dragon rider, like a HTTYD situation !

I think about the transition from "small weakling human" to "precious baby child" all the time, so I feel like the process of them learning about each other (the brothers + IK) in the sense of being in tune while flying is so sweet,,, like, they all obviously have different flying styles, and I'd imagine that Satan, Levi, and Belphie can't even fly at *all*, so getting accustomed to the ways they operate was probably pretty tough but SO cool for IK yknow

And on the flip side it was probably a struggle for the brothers to learn to trust her cues when training or even actively fighting something when they're so used to being independent, but they have to realize that she's not trying to control them, but work as one essentially

Idk, they just make me so happy!!!!! I love dragons!!!!!!

Any thoughts on maybe who enjoys flying/riding with her the most/who has the easiest time adapting to her cues? or any other misc thoughts, up to you!!

oooooooh humans becoming so close to their creature companions that all their movements are in sync is something so dear to me

i reckon mammon (who is nearly always ik's first friend, no matter what universe, and also the best flier) would be super quick to get used to giving her rides around the place, but at first it's more like just carrying a doll around because ik is clutching him stock-still in Terror the whole time

but then!! there's a moment where it just sort of clicks. i'm vaguely remembering a trick in one of the httyd movies where hiccup jumps off toothless's back, and then toothless catches him again? it'd be like that, except it happens completely by accident the first time, but then they keep doing it for fun

on the other hand lucifer would take SO long to properly sync, because he's always like I Will Do As I Think Is Best, Your Commands Are Mere Suggestions. for him i think it'd take a moment of him being in danger and needing to rely on ik, and that's where it clicks for him. he mellows out, but he keeps acting as if he marches only to the beat of his own drum, even though he is absolutely doing everything ik tells him to

in general ik would have a set of subtle but specific gestures (some of which are unique to each brother) that she uses to both communicate and instruct, and i reckon levi likes that bit the most. since he's more geared for swimming, he'd have a range of clicks and whistles designed for underwater communication, and ik learns to understand and reply - so it's like they have their own secret language

[peachymilkandcream]

Hi! I have a scenario in mind. After giving birth to their firstborn, Evelyn realises that Levi treated her a lot better during her pregnancy. Post-delivery hormones fogged up her brain and in a stupid split second decision she concluded that if she couldn't run away from him, she could at least try to make her life easier during those nine months. So she decided to ask him for another baby. What would be his reaction?

Levi x Evelyn -> No Escape

(A/N: Ooh this is a good one, we've never seen a slightly mind broken Evelyn before so I think this is going to be a good one with a sweet sweet prompt. We love to see it ;) Also it doesn't help that I've been looking at Levi as a dad arts on Pinterest :P)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviour, domestic violence, slightly soft and good father Levi should be a warning in and of itself, etc.

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Evelyn watched Levi with their firstborn son, Furlan, he had bragged to her months prior that he would be just as strict with her as their children, but he was unusually loving and sweet. He held their child with such care and love, talking to him in his soft voice, bouncing him gently.

"Did you know you're the descendant of the strongest bloodline on earth? Oh yes, personal guards for the king, a line of warriors and soldiers, the most feared in the land."

Despite herself Evelyn let a small giggle escape. "I thought you never cared about where you came from."

A smile creeps onto his face. "Oh I don't. But he'll care. My reputation is shitty at best, respected and loved only because I'm feared. He'll be different, respected because he is the first Ackerman in a long time. We're better than any of those stuck up rich pricks, our name's been around longer than theirs."

She shakes her head playfully. "The feared part might stop if you keep acting this way towards him."

"Mm, he won't fear me. He'll be in awe of his dear Papa, riding on the front of my horse and seeing what a hero he is. He'll be disciplined, but that doesn't mean I can't spoil him, I'll buy him a pony, that way he can become better than everyone else, show those other rich brats he's the best."

She rolls her eyes as the little bundle squirms and cries. She stands and takes him from her husband. "It's time for little one to go to bed."

Levi's reluctant, but hands him over. "I'll leave you to it wife," His hand cups her cheek, a glint in his eye. "Come to me downstairs when you're done."

She shivers, but nods in agreement, watching him as he retreats downstairs.

As she settles in the child her mind starts analyzing Levi's change in behaviour over and over. Had the birth really changed him that much? Changed them both? Here she was thinking warmly of her abuser, smiling and laughing at his sweetness. Even during the pregnancy, he had treated her differently, he didn't have sex with her as roughly, he didn't beat her and was overall loving and sweet. He was like a real husband, tending to her needs, a life without stress or work as he took care of everything.

She looked into the face of the sleeping infant, and her heart squeezed. He looked just like his father, the same raven hair and grey eyes, she was trapped. She couldn't leave Levi now, where would she go? And if she thought escaping on her own was difficult enough, if she ever left with his child that would be unforgivable. Levi would hunt her down with more vigour. Where would she go? A single mother with a child? No one would take her in, and the thought of the little one on the streets when he could stay here and have everything he could ever want in life? The choice was simple, she had to stay. But that doesn't mean she couldn't make it easier on herself in the process.

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Evelyn stole into the living room, trying to gather the courage to speak to the man she called husband. His expression was as stern as ever, focused on his book. But she knew that it was just his focusing face, she had come to learn his expressions, all of his quirks and habits. Despite everything it was still Levi, the same person she struggled and cried with, and rejoiced at their victories. They had been best friends, telling each other everything. Her mind went back to those nights on the beach before all of this mess, their pants rolled up and barefoot in the sand. Her singing some song they both knew as he chased her to throw her in the waves, showing his smile and laughter that no one ever saw. She missed that Levi, and if having his children brought it back, it would be worth it.

"Levi?"

He looks up, nodding with approval. "You came, good, come sit by me."

"Uhm...before that- can we talk?"

Levi rolled his eyes, undoubtedly waiting for one of her rants about his behaviour. "What is it?"

She shifts between feet, trying to find the right words. "So, I was thinking," She takes deep breaths, trying to keep herself in check. "delivery wasn't as difficult as I thought-"

"Well that's good I suppose." He had already gone back to his reading, half listening to her.

Finally she blurts it all out. "I want another baby."

He freezes, turning slowly to look at her. "What did you just say?"

"I want another baby."

He scowls at her. "That's not something to tease me about wife."

"I'm not."

He shuts his book aggressively, coming to stand in front of her. "And why all of a sudden do you want to have my child when before you fought me so hard?"

She shakes slightly, his intimidating presence getting to her. "I...I like being mom."

At this he softens, taking her hands gently in his. "Oh honey...you really feel this way?"

She nods, tearing up a little, this kind of niceness she wasn't used to. "I do Levi...honest..."

He brings her gently into his arms, holding her close. "Okay, okay, we'll start trying soon, alright? Once you're all healed and everything then we'll start trying."

She held onto him, thankful that this had gone off so smoothly.

[wewebaggit]

"El never had romantic feelings for Mike"ers 🤝 "Mike had romantic feelings for El"ers

Y'all think y'all are arm wrestling bt it's actually called a handshake in most parts of the world.

Both come from some weird desire for romantic miIeven to have meant nothing/something for both.

Cuz everything has to be just right and fair and neatly tied in a bow. God forbid the gay boy have struggles with his sexuality or the straight girl get her heart broken in the process. Evil evil things. To have your feelings unrequited. Unless it's Will. Cuz he's single and has to stay single and pure and loyal and what not, and it's only temporary. Soon in a few years after the time skip at the end of the series he'll be rewarded for being reduced to a pathetic little sap with no social life beyond Jonathan, Mike and the horrors of having spidey sense for 2 seasons.

And yeah there will be cirque du soleil levels of acrobatics being performed to show why this story and narrative makes sense. And I'm not opposed to it for being that but just that on show that prides itself for show don't tell it neither shows nor tells and then there's outside the show telling by cast cuz inside the show showing was less subtle and more in the realm of not there at all.

MiIeven is NOT a "plot device" for Byler any more than Mike being revealed gay is a plot device for independent El. They're both self contained arcs for the respective characters. MiIeven thoroughly exploited the BSY dynamic with how their interactions were framed and played and okayed and filmed. It's incredibly condescending to fault the GA for buying into the self insert fantasy of nerdy boy gets supergirl when the show didn't shy away from profiting off of it. Regardless of Mike's impending sexuality. Especially because of the super ambiguity of Mike's sexuality it cannot be classified as anything but trope exploitation. Subversion where? Leaving some visuals here.

El initiating the kiss in S1E6

And I'd love it if anyone explains them to me that's not the tired af "El's idea of romantic love comes from her watching soap operas" cuz she was shown watching it once. She was stuck in a cabin with a TV so she watched TV most of the time and daytime is soaps. You know what she (also) watched regularly? Westerns. Miami Vice.

Also El did make the first move in s1e7 to kiss Mike. Before Mike ever kissed her in s1e8. And before the soap operas n all other things. Point being. The BSY has always been BSYing.

Poor babies being forced by Lucas, Nancy and daytime TV into making out and enjoying it. Tsk tsk. (S3E1)

A forced to be flustered and blushing El after talking to her boyfriend.

Time to make out some more. It hits different at 4:20. - Mike & El probably. Dunno it's on mute.

Naive but powerful fawn rebelling against father for nerdy boyfriend. Ya. White American thing cuz Mike would be pissing his pants if he were anywhere else or maybe anyone else. (Can you imagine Lumax this way?)

For God's sake your platonic soulmate and so called lesbian awakening's brother is dying there.

Don't even understand the point of this shot. Since Mike never looked Billy's way. Or comforted Max. A glance at El that, idk what it meant, no mike crow expressions to guide me.

Scenes from a Marriage (1973) dir. Ingmar Bergman

Scenes from a Marriage (2021) dir. Hagai Levi

There's an intentional way in which the MiIeven scenes (not just the kisses 🤮) are filmed in a more "adult" way as opposed to the "cute teenaged romance" way that some people purport it is in contrast to Lumax and Duzie. (I guess they didn't go through puberty.🤷‍♀️) Heck even Jancy, Stancy never looked this weird even though sex was shown/ implied. (Because they were played by actors born in the 20th century and even then they weren't 13 🤷‍♀️.)

MiIeven is not a plot device for Byler. It is fan service. The adults shipping them and comparing them to various other adult couples isn't outta nowhere. Please compute. Which is why it was stretched for 4 seasons.

As of NOW Mike's sexuality is still plausible deniability and the breakup too is neither here nor there. It's NOT straightbaiting. Lmao. Not at all. It's fan service. Leaving the OBVIOUS BSY aside, the point neither party were forced into anything nor were they doing it to keep appearances cuz canonically NOBODY cared. Not Dustin, not Lucas, definitely not Will and I'm sure neither did Max.

El was a willing participant and initiator and Mike was also not opposed to it until puberty monster/feelings caught up with him. El has shown her attraction to guys and it is okay. There's no need to take that away from her cuz that is also an experience of girlhood. She barely has any experiences anyway. Let her have that.

It's the same for Mike. He's not some evil monster for being gay. Not anymore than Joyce was for being with Bob out of convenience and the fact that she liked him n didn't hate him. Mike does love El and cares about her deeply as all of S4 shows.

So to sum it up. Yes I smooshed 2 posts cuz I couldn't be arsed talking about these 2 AGAIN. But Mike and El were independent agents when they decided to embark on their disastrous romantic journey and Born Sexy Yesterday is REAL.

P.S. If you find this shit cute and y'all roll your eyes over byler kissing n what not (even in fics goddamnit). Hit your head against a spiked wall till you can't no more. Piss and love. 💙💛

P.P.S. Mike's the clingy one. NOT Will.

[m-jelly]

Jelly my friend! I'm gonna take a moment or two to answer all those LOL in the meantime let me send you something!

How does Levi do the first time he changes his newborns diaper?

How does Levi and his s/o (can be self ship of course :) ) handle trying to get to all of babies needs in those early days as parents?

It's a rainy day and outdoor plans are cancelled, how does Levi spend it/ spend it with you?

Also,

what meal does Levi request from you on his birthday?

Is there a tv show you like binging together?

If there was unlimited time/money/space how many dogs would he want?

How does Levi do the first time he changes his newborns diaper?

Levi does incredible! I've always HC'd that Levi would change almost all the baby's diapers. You carried the baby for nine months and you went into labour for hours on end and your healing process takes a while. He will be shocked at the colour of it and worry a bit, but then he would look at his baby books and online chats and see it is very normal. We would talk to his baby the whole time, he'd make comments on their dirty bum and how weird their poop was. He'd be so gentle with cleaning them. He'd kiss their tummy, feet, hands and their face.

How does Levi and his s/o (can be self ship of course :) ) handle trying to get to all of babies needs in those early days as parents?

You'd both be a well-oiled machine. You will find that Levi will do almost everything for the baby and you. In Levi's mind, you have already done plenty! So, he will get up in the middle of the night for the baby and tend to them so you can get as much sleep as possible. During the day when Levi rests, you will look after the baby. You will be very organised, but you won't be pressured to follow the routine you and Levi had made together. Levi will pretty much be over-prepared.

It's a rainy day and outdoor plans are cancelled, how does Levi spend it/ spend it with you?

The sofa gets set up with blankets and cushions. You'll have hot drinks and snacks as we cuddle up on the sofa. You'd sit on the sofa together and cuddle. You'd watch movies together and if you play video games you would play games with each other, mostly comfort games. Indoor dates are really your favourite kind of dates. Levi will want a lot of cuddles and kisses. He will hold you all day long and even have a little nap with you. The two of you will not cook but have a lovely takeaway instead.

what meal does Levi request from you on his birthday?

He would want the first meal you ever made him when you first started living together. The meal he had when he came home from work to you for the first time ever. He adored coming home and seeing you living there with him and you'd cooked him the most incredible dinner he'd ever had. He was so full of love and wanted you in his life for eternity.

Is there a tv show you like binging together?

I don't watch many TV shows, I'm more of a movie person. I think Levi would be similar. He would hate reality TV and would strongly dislike game shows as well. I think maybe he'd like shows like Expedition Unknown with Josh Gates, where he goes to different countries to find lost treasures and history as well. Any show that has dark comedy in it, like inside no 9 and league of gentlemen. He'd find always sunny funny as well.

If there was unlimited time/money/space how many dogs would he want?

It's really how many he would let me have ahah! I love dogs. I think Levi would happily have four maximum, but two would be the perfect number for him. Both would be well-trained but also spoiled. They would get lots of love and cuddles.

[algolagniaa]

actually fuck it I’m posting it anyway. who gives af about a tumblr reputation

a couple years ago I was very deeply in love with somebody. like the strongest feelings I’d had for anyone since my relationship with my ex fiancé ended. and I talk a big game about not giving af about anyone but the reality is when I care about someone I REALLY care about them, like I am EXTREMELY all or nothing about it as Jess could tell you lol. and I was not quite recovered from being not only cheated on but also told (well I read it in Levi’s diary but same difference) that they’d never really loved me or been attracted to me at all and only got with me bc they didn’t think they could do better basically. so basically I was very emotionally fragile at this time and the fact that I had opened my heart enough to love again was a pretty big deal

and this person knew how much I cared about her. and one night she got really drunk and confessed her love to me in a big grand gesture that lasted literally an hour. and talked about how wonderful and beautiful and smart and kind I was, and how she wanted to marry me and have a big wedding so everyone could see how beautiful I was, and how she loved me so much and the reason she did xyz things was all to impress me but she couldn’t believe that I could also love her. and also she told me she shouldn’t be telling me any of this because she was going to take it back the minute she was sober, not because it wasn’t true but because she knew it wouldn’t work out between us so she was going to deny it all in the morning. and the reason it wasn’t going to work out between us was because her parents didn’t approve (did I mention she was a trust fund baby) and also because I don’t wax my eyebrows and that’s a dealbreaker bc my natural eyebrows make me look ugly. but she was also basically begging me to say that I also thought we were just like a fairytale and it was this big overwhelming thing and then in the morning she said she’d lied because she was trying to drink herself to death and it would’ve made a good story.

and it WOULD have made a good story if I had stopped talking to her on the spot. only I didn’t. because I wanted to believe that everything she had said was true. she did say she was going to deny it after all. and by the time I figured out it definitely wasn’t true - well at that point she and I were really close and she’d done a lot to show she was sincerely sorry for what she’d done and I still kept her around. and I just tried to push down how shitty and unlovable she’d made me feel. because after Levi I hadn’t felt like anyone could love me. and then somebody did, and it was that. and we spent years in the most fucked up situationship of all time that eventually became an admittedly pretty good platonic friendship but I never fully got over it and am only really processing it now after she did some new fucked up shit to me.

and I’m in a relationship now with the best kindest most wonderful woman of all time who makes it clear every day how special I am to her. and I’ve also had poetry written about me and artistic nudes done of me without me like specifically posing for it or anything like I’m obviously not some undesirable wench. but I feel like one constantly. when I’m with Jess I don’t feel like that but when we’re apart I start wondering how long it’s really going to last. I read tumblr posts about being a femcel loser virgin or whatever and I think “oh that’s me” even when my pussy is actively sore from having sex. like. it’s insane. but between her and Levi I spent p much my entire 20s in that mindset when I really didn’t have to. and it’s really fucked up. and I don’t mean to make myself sound like an innocent victim because I have continued to choose the circumstances that make me feel like this, but also it’s really fucked up that someone made me feel this way because I don’t and shouldn’t have to. and I don’t know how I’m going to get over it like I actually don’t know how to rebuild my self esteem from here.

also - the girl I’m talking about reads my tumblr and will definitely read this. and I’m not even going to bother hiding it from her tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️ kind of hope the guilt keeps her awake at night

[darlingpoppet]

Yesss ask game time: 25, 41, 78

Thank you so much for your patience Vex!!!! Here’s the first round of answers for you:

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

My favorite parts are probably the ones that feel the most good, and for me there are two main ones: the first is when I start the writing process on new a project (often I’m pantsing so no outlining here baby) and I’m brimming with ideas so oftentimes I’ll end up writing 2-3k in a day… the prose I write at this point usually only ends up requiring minimal edits because it’s all so clear in my head and I feel powerful & accomplished haha. Of course that tapers off eventually and then the rest of the draft will be a lot of messy throwing spaghetti at the wall and will require a lot of tedious editing to clean up and it’s the worst. But then that’s where that second favorite part of the process comes in: once I finish untangling the rough draft and I have a second draft done, that’s when I start to feel much better about the project again, since usually that first pass involves a lot of cringing 😂 So being able to see that light at the end of the tunnel and watching it all finally click into place feels GREAT! Finishing the thing? Best feeling ever!!

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

In the last meme I answered a similar question, but I think I’ll be more specific this time:

I really loved writing Erwin in The Upper Hand because it was fun to depict him calmly going along with all this weird fucked up shit but since he’s such a cool badass and has a guy like Levi who trusts him intrinsically, all he has to do to win is watch his opponents fall on their own swords. It’s fun to write such a cunning character (even if I just do it for dumb horny shit so in this instance cunning mostly just means shameless haha.)

I said last time I love writing Achilles, particularly his complex emotional state in Where The Dead Forget, but I also enjoyed making him more awful and self-centered in Closest To My Heart. Writing Patroclus & the unstable, erratic mess that he is in Closest To My Heart was probably my singular most fun writing experience to date, period 😂

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

Knowing that the downs will be followed by ups if I keep at it with patience and persistence. Reminding myself that it’s a marathon, not a sprint. Early on in my writing endeavors, a friend of mine sent a graphic that perfectly sums up the process, and I keep it on my phone home screen and it’s my “hang in there, baby!” motivational poster equivalent 😂 For my longfic specifically, my dream is to make a bound copy of the finished work for myself, just so I can have something physical that I Made on my shelf… so hopefully that’ll be the carrot that will entice me to make it all the way 😤🔥

Here’s my motivational graphic btw:

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 0 out 5

Book two in the Martini Girl Bar series, Forever Luna is a fun rom-com that brings the drama between past lovers and family. But more importantly, it’s about a six foot something Viking that does his best to prove to the woman he loves that she’s not boring and very much the woman he wants *insert swoon*.

Forever Luna also brings back a cast of lovable and hilarious characters, and makes you wonder (after it’s all over, of course) which Martini Girl will end up with Tails and Halo. IYKYK.

I laughed, and then laughed some more, and maybe cried a little. Certain drama will also make you wanna punch a certain character, but trust the process. Levi has got your back haha.

* Oh damn. I forgot all about that misunderstanding between Luna and Levi. And now my heart is aching for both of them again.

* She told him about Tails and Halo. He’s gonna bring them up again later on, I know it.

* Ugh. Moxi is gonna be a problem, isn’t she? She’s not gonna let her FWB (Levi) go so easily 😬

* Mila and Beck are gonna be another book, aren’t they? 😂

* Tammy is gonna be Luna’s coworker from hell, huh?

* Levi should sic Sofia on Moxi if she continues to hound him lol.

* Oh hell, there’s something fishy going on at the bank and Tammy is trying to get Luna in trouble. Oh hell no.

* Why the fuck is her ex Percy looking for her? Oh hell no.

* Mila and Beck need to get their shit together lol.

* Mila has a tattoo of a lone mourning dove..? Don’t tell me she had a miscarriage when she was with Beck 👀

* Lmfao. Poor Willow got her lady bits all waxed up.

* Oh no. Please don’t let Rita die. The old bats need to live longer.

* Oh fuck no. What is Percy’s problem?! Levi better handle that asap.

* Well at least she’s being smart and filed a report.

* Goddamn. Caveman Levi is hot.

* The Vintage Ladies are a riot. And they’ve initiated Luna’s classy nan 😂

* A baby 🥹

* Fuck. Luna is not having a good night. First the threatening text and now Rita 😩

* Fuck Maverick! What a shitty brother.

* Poor Mateo can’t catch a break 😂

* Goddamn. What exactly did Tammy and Percy get involved in at the bank? 👀 They really thought they could pull one over on Luna and when she didn’t do what they expected her to do, they lashed out 😬 I hope they get fucked up lol.

* Luna’s nan is a riot 😂 What is going on with her?

* Awww. He asked her to move in.

* Oohhhh. Moxi and Vic, huh. Another book?

* Beck has a daughter… did we know that? I can’t remember. And oh my god, what is up with Mila’s tattoo?

* So that’s why it’s called Forever Luna 😭 That was so cute!

[chernayawidow]

Alrighty let’s get into this!! So so so excited about this one, Ben and Pookie are my beloveds!

“It hadn’t taken her long after meeting Ben to start treating him like a son; always asking about his missions with Supe Affairs, praising a job well done when he had a successful report, and offering a supportive word even when they didn’t quite go his way.” — Awww that’s so cute, I love how accepting Marie is being of Ben! And it will never not laugh when it comes to her treating him like a son when he’s so much older then her as well 🤣

“But you noticed they were most often his favorites.” — Favouritism at its finest I see, and with her own boyfriend!

“(She still couldn’t cook worth a damn either, but she’d been taking a baking class.)” — AWWW YAY!!! Good for her! Now maybe Auntie Big Mouth can finally shut the hell up and stop being so judgmental on holidays.

“You hadn’t ever gotten around to replacing your IUD after you’d gotten it removed a few months ago. And God knew, Ben didn’t know how to pull out. (And he certainly didn’t buy condoms.)” — Honestly she really should’ve been expecting this outcome at that point 😅

“His first thought was to hire Frank and Loco back as your personal security throughout your pregnancy, and likely even afterwards.” — HELL YEAH!! Best idea ever, Daddy Frank is graduating to Grandpa Frank! 🫶

“You and Ben each got a package in the mail yesterday: a box of bonafide Cuban cigars for him, a maternity body pillow for you, and a hand-crafted toy box for the baby.” — This is so fricking cute! Especially the hand-crafter toy for bubs 🥹

“A son,” he replied. How brow rose, as if the answer was obvious. “I’ll be able to bring him up right. Strong. Not like these beanie-wearing pantywaists running the fucking Starbucks.” — Uh oh… even though we all saw this coming, it still has me facepalming. Honestly out of spite I want the baby to be a girl, then what’s he gonna do? Say “put it back!”? 🤣

“You had hoped for this one day, but it seemed he was finally making room for your family in his heart too.” — This is so damn cute 💖

“As your boyfriend chatted away with your mom, you hid a tendril of worry. You wondered what would happen if the baby turned out to be a girl.” — Yell “put it back” and run out of the room, probably… 😅 jkkk

“So what are you going to do about that?” she asked, gesturing to your man in the kitchen. “Mr. Macho wants his prized stud. What happens if he doesn’t get him?” — I’m anxious that Ben can hear them talking… but she’s also got a point.

“Congratulations,” she told you both. “She’s the right size for twelve weeks of development. And look there, you can even see the umbilical cord—” — IT’S A GIRL HELL YEAH!! Sucks to suck Ben 😏

““You sure this thing isn’t on the fritz?” Ben asked, bumping the ultrasound monitor with his hand.” — Oh Jesus he’s really gonna act like a baby about this? I’m not surprised, I’m honestly just embarrassed for him.

“Ben’s jaw worked as he barely held himself from barking back at you. It wouldn’t be the first time you levied your smart mouth at him, but it wasn’t often that you disrespected him.” — OH HELL NAH!! There ain’t no way he’s gonna chuck this tantrum, and then act like HE’S the disrespected one!

“It’s not all about you,” you shot back. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one carrying this baby. I’m not just a human incubator.” — YOU TELL HIM POOKIE!! He needs to learn that you get what you get and you don’t get upset! She’s going through a potentially life threatening process (especially in this case) in order to bring THEIR baby into the world, and he’s acting like a little bitch just because there’s a vagina and not a penis 🙄

“No, you listen,” you snapped, whirling around on him. “I would’ve been content no matter if it was a boy or a girl, and you ruined that today. You really did.” — I’m 1000% on her side here, there was no need for that reaction, especially in public.

“Ben’s hand tightened in your hair. That...was a thought he hadn't considered. It now made his stomach clench, though he remained silent.” — He’s finally seeing that having this baby is a major risk for her and her well-being.

“The truth is, I couldn’t wait to fuck you raw to make this happen.” — Yeah Ben, we know how keen you were 🤣

“And he pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket. You let out a shaky breath of surprise.” — OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING!!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!

“Besides those old pictures, the only thing I’ve got left of my mother is right here,” — That’s so damn sweet and sentimental 🥺

“If I had to go back, do it all over again,” he said, “I wouldn’t have done a damn thing different.” — Oh god you’ve got me tearing up here, this line means so much. Especially when you consider the captivity he went through as well 🥹

“Yeah,” you agreed, with a beaming smile. “Let’s do it.” — THEY’RE SO CUTE OMGGG!!

“What do you mean, Tonya?” — On a first name basis with the psycho doctor, I see.

“The development concerns you,” she clarified, meeting your gaze. “As you know, we’ve been monitoring you very closely.” — preparing myself for heartbreak right now…

“It’s your wife’s cell regeneration levels,” the doctor replied, pointing to the second graph. “Hers have become almost as high as yours.” — I think I’m catching your drift here… 😏

“Ben noticed and caught you quick. His arms came around you, though as the news dawned on him, his face slid into shock.” — Awhhhh look at him protecting his girl 🫶

“I believe that blood transfusion, as well as your pregnancy greatly accelerated the effects, but no, this isn’t an isolated incident.” Dr. Baker shook her head. “Your DNA has mutated.” — My listening ears (or whatever the reading equivalent is) are on rn because this is getting really really interesting and I’m so so curious!

“How often would you say you two have sex?” —AHAHAH!!! AND THERE IT IS!!!

“You sighed and held his hand back. I chose this man. Remember that.” — She probably says this to herself on a regular basis 🤣

““He’s morally opposed to them, doctor,” you said dryly.” — It would most likely be a mission to try and get him to wear a condom, a futile effort.

“Ben blinked, and a frown also tugged down his brows. Are you saying that I gave her my superpowers…like an STD?” he asked.” — I’M WHEEZING!!! 🤣🤣

“If this was what it took to be with your husband, then altering your genetics was a price you were willing to pay…at least in this way.” — They’re gonna get to have a long life together after all 🥹

“He smirked. “You’ve got a supe STD.”” — BENJAMIN YOU CHEEKY MOTHERFUCKER 🤣

“When you first told me you loved me, you said you were holding back the truth. Because you thought that one day, you’d be alone again,” you said, stroking his chest. “That honestly broke my heart. And it made me wonder if I was selfish to be with you anyway.” — That line of thinking makes sense for her, and I really can’t blame her. When you love someone, you don’t want to cause them pain. And being with him, knowing that her lifespan is much shorter then his, and that he’ll have to grieve her, would make her feel terrible. I’m really glad you touched on this 🫶

“And at this rate, I might even live longer than you,” you teased. “After all, you got a head start. Compared to you, I’m still a hot young thing.” — I mean she’s got a point there too! 😂

“You shot him a look, but you were careful not to disturb the sleeping newborn resting on your chest, in the crook of your arm.” — BUBBA GIRL IS HERE!!!!

“And now, his entire world was in this room. He’d never admit it, but it was a terrifying thought, for a man who’d had everything and nothing.” — That would be terrifying for him, especially knowing that he can’t be there to protect them 24/7. Hopefully the bubba has inherited his invincibility, then he won’t have to worry as much 🫶 Actually I’m curious how her aging will go.

“Either way, he knew then that she was going to be a handful. Just like you.” — She’s definitely going to be headstrong, that’s for sure! Am I right to assume she won’t be afraid to talk back to him and stand her ground? 😂

“He knew then that what he said to you before was right. If he had to go back to 1984, or even 1944, he’d do it all exactly the same.” — This is literally such a satisfying conclusion to this series 🥹

This was a wild ride and I adored every second of Ben and Pookie’s journey together! So I would 100000% LOVE to see something about their family dynamic because I can already imagine how funny it would be to witness! What’s the bet that even though he wanted a boy, he’s going to be wrapped soooo tight around his little girls finger!

Strong as Blood - Part 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Summary: After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out? 

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

AN: And here's Part 2! (This two-part fic can be read as stand-alone, but it’s really a bonus sequel to Break Me Down!)

Here’s the chronological reading order for the series:

Break Me Down

Love Actually

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Strong As Blood (Part 1)

(Also, for those of you in the medical field…try to suspend your disbelief on this one. 😅)

Word Count: 6,200 Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff overload.

Part 2: “One Year, Forty, and a Hundred”

About a week later, you and Ben told your family the good news.

Your mom, Marie, took Ben’s face in her hands and pressed a delighted motherly kiss on his cheek, and then his forehead.

He very narrowly tolerated it with his usual gruffness, but you knew better. You saw the fond glint well hidden in his eyes, even after Marie released him.

It hadn’t taken her long after meeting Ben to start treating him like a son; always asking about his missions with Supe Affairs, praising a job well done when he had a successful report, and offering a supportive word even when they didn’t quite go his way.

Ben maintained his usual stoic bravado, but you knew he secretly ate up the praise, along with Marie’s genuine, nurturing nature.

Every time you saw your mother, she would give you baked goods in tupperware—for both of you, she claimed. But you noticed they were most often his favorites. You had a feeling she’d won him over early on with her macadamia nut brownies. (She still couldn’t cook worth a damn either, but she’d been taking a baking class.)

So Ben continued to help her do the dishes, even though she insisted he was a guest in her home. He claimed he was doing it so you wouldn’t jump in yourself.

And now we’re family, you had pointed out. Then Ben gifted you with one of those smiles, subtle and pleased, just for you.

You felt somewhat lazy, just sitting at the kitchen table with your sister Luisa. She sat close to you with her arm looped around yours, and she rubbed your lower back, which you now realized had been aching more often. For God’s sake, you hadn’t even realized you were late on your period.

I need to take some time off work, even before this kid gets here, you mused.

Realistically though, you should’ve expected this might happen. You hadn’t ever gotten around to replacing your IUD after you’d gotten it removed a few months ago. And God knew, Ben didn’t know how to pull out. (And he certainly didn’t buy condoms.)

“What’re you hoping for, a boy or a girl?” Louisa asked you and Ben, disrupting the path of your thoughts. You turned to your sister thoughtfully.

She still had her reservations about him, but she seemed to be warming up to your boyfriend a bit more after you told her the news. Especially after Ben had explained one of his plans over dinner.

His first thought was to hire Frank and Loco back as your personal security throughout your pregnancy, and likely even afterwards.

It was a rare time when you didn’t argue with him; the idea made sense, especially if you were going to continue working in Surveillance at Supe Affairs until you went on maternity leave. And, it would just be great to see them again. Frank had already agreed to start on Monday, after giving his polite congratulations.

(You and Ben each got a package in the mail yesterday: a box of bonafide Cuban cigars for him, a maternity body pillow for you, and a hand-crafted toy box for the baby. Inside had been a white noise sound machine to help the baby sleep.)

But now, Ben brightened at Louisa’s question. He crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“A son,” he replied. How brow rose, as if the answer was obvious. “I’ll be able to bring him up right. Strong. Not like these beanie-wearing pantywaists running the fucking Starbucks.”

“Ben,” you warned. He crossed his arms at you, quite literally standing firm on his stance. But your mother just smiled and pat his arm.

“It’s okay, honey,” she said. “I understand what you mean.”

You raised an incredulous brow.

Oh sure, you thought. She didn’t mind salty language when it was Ben, but God forbid you or Luisa bang a toe in your mother’s presence. Nor did it surprise you that she was agreeing with him.

But then Marie turned to him more earnestly.

“The way you take care of my daughter, I have no doubt you’ll make an excellent father,” she told him.

Ben treated her with a charming smile that showed touches of warmth.

Damn, you thought, as you felt the telltale burn of tears in your eyes. But it wasn’t just about what Marie had said. You had hoped for this one day, but it seemed he was finally making room for your family in his heart too.

“Football. A man’s game,” Ben continued. “I’ll teach him, take him fishing. Everything my old man didn’t bother with, I’ll do it all. Bring him up right…”

As your boyfriend chatted away with your mom, you hid a tendril of worry. You wondered what would happen if the baby turned out to be a girl.

With a glance at your sister, her subtle, raised brows told you she was thinking along the same lines. You sighed and got up; once again, it was time to pee.

Louisa followed you into the hall and laid a hand on your back.

“Hey,” she said. “You know how much I care about you, right?”

“And where’s this going?” you quipped. But you turned around and gave your little sister a half-smile. You knew what she was about to say.

“So what are you going to do about that?” she asked, gesturing to your man in the kitchen. “Mr. Macho wants his prized stud. What happens if he doesn’t get him?”

You sighed. “Ben’s wanted this for a long time. He’s got an idea in his head of what it’s going to be like, and…we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Louisa’s lips pursed, like she wasn’t quite satisfied with that answer.

“And what about you?” she asked. “How do you feel about this?”

You blinked back at her in slight surprise, but then your expression melted into a soft smile.

“I’m happy, Lou,” you said. Tears welled up in your eyes, yet again. “I’m really happy.” 

Louisa relented then, squeezing your hand. “Good…then good. I’m happy for you too.”

And that was really all you wanted.

“What? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Ben said, peering harder at the ultrasound. The kind OBGYN faltered, though she again tried to point out that what he was looking at was actually a small foot.

“Congratulations,” she told you both. “She’s the right size for twelve weeks of development. And look there, you can even see the umbilical cord—”

“You sure this thing isn’t on the fritz?” Ben asked, bumping the ultrasound monitor with his hand.

“Ben.” You looked over at him with a glare. “Are you serious right now?”

He looked back over at you, and you saw his stubbornness in his frown and knitted brows.

“I’m just saying—” he started, but you didn’t let him get that far.

“You heard the freakin’ doctor. We’re having a girl,” you snapped. “I’m the one who has the transvaginal probe shoved up inside me, so shut the fuck up!”

Ben’s jaw worked as he barely held himself from barking back at you. It wouldn’t be the first time you levied your smart mouth at him, but it wasn’t often that you disrespected him.

“Excuse me?” he still groused.

His anger got waylaid though. He watched you heave a sigh and blink quickly, so you wouldn’t release the well of frustrated tears building behind your eyes.

The doctor looked between you both warily. You turned to her with watery eyes, and you sniffed to keep your emotions at bay.

“Continue, please.”

When the appointment with the OBGYN was done, you didn’t let Ben help you down from the examining table. Nor did you let him touch you, all the way to the car.

An hour later, you both made it back to the apartment you shared in Scarsdale. You stomped up the stairs ahead of him and beelined into the bedroom. You had half a mind to slam the door in his face, but you didn’t have the energy to be that petty.

Frankly, you were exhausted with a tinge of nausea. But you didn’t know if that was pregnancy sickness, or if you were just that anxious.

You sat down on your side of the bed, and you sighed when you heard Ben’s heavy footsteps enter in behind you.

“All right, that could’ve gone better,” he said. “But look at it from my point of view—”

That nearly unhinged you. Your stomach roiled, but you got to your feet and turned around to face him where he stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed.

“It’s not all about you,” you shot back. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m the one carrying this baby. I’m not just a human incubator.”

“I fucking know that,” he retorted, but you raised a hand to silence him.

“And you’re not the only one who’s wanted this,” you said. Against your will, your eyes once again burned with tears as you held yourself. “You know very well what I’ve…that I didn’t have a normal family growing up.”

Ben quieted. His irritation softened around the edges, especially as your voice trembled.

“Don’t you know what it’s going to mean to me to give our child what I didn’t have?” you asked. “Stability, support, and…and love, from both parents?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks. And when he didn’t seem to have anything to say to you, you shook your head and walked away.

Ben let out a heavy breath. He followed you and stopped you in the living room. “Listen—”

“No, you listen,” you snapped, whirling around on him. “I would’ve been content no matter if it was a boy or a girl, and you ruined that today. You really did.”

His gaze briefly fell to the floor, before it met yours again.

“But even with that, I’m still happy,” you said, as your vision became blurry and wet. “I’m so damn happy…and so scared.”

When you finally broke down crying, Ben got a full picture of just how badly he’d fucked this up. He collected you in his arms and guided you to sit with him on the couch. There he held you as you clung to him and wept into his neck.

The longer it went on, the more he felt like an asshole—with the kind of uncomfortable, gut-churning remorse that only you tended to draw from him.

Ben hesitated, but he knew you deserved to hear him say it. (And you probably wouldn’t let this go until he did.)

“Okay, sweetheart, calm down,” he rumbled in your ear. Along with, "…I’m sorry."

The weight of that fell between you for a moment. You nodded, with a sniff, and he slowly rubbed your back.

“You don’t need to be scared,” he said. “My blood’s making you nice and strong.”

Well, technically it was the baby’s blood, and the super genes they held. You shook your head against his neck.

“That’s not it,” you said. “I mean, that’s part of it, I guess. Dr. Baker didn’t do a great job of reassuring me, but she did say that if the strength lasts throughout the birth, she didn’t expect serious complications.”

Fuck. Ben’s hand tightened in your hair. That...was a thought he hadn't considered. It now made his stomach clench, though he remained silent.

He wished you would’ve taken him with you to see Dr. Baker, but he guessed he couldn’t begrudge you for your worries. He knew he'd be having his own talk with the good doctor soon enough.

“I love my mom. She did her best, you know? But I…I’ve had to take care of myself for most of my life,” you explained, with a hand fisted tight in his shirt. “What the hell do I know about being a mom?”

Ben considered that with a frown. He pulled back enough to see your face, tucking his curled fingers beneath your chin so you’d look at him.

“You looked after your sister, didn’t you?” he reminded. “Made sure she was safe, and grew up right. Not to mention, you take care of me. And you got no problem calling me out on my bullshit.”

That got a slight smile out of you. He brushed away another one of your tears with his thumb.

“You’re gonna be great, sweetheart. I never had any doubts about that,” he said, “The truth is, I couldn’t wait to fuck you raw to make this happen.”

You spluttered a laugh then, even though you were still weeping.

“Yeah, I know,” you said with a wry smile, stroking his bearded cheek. You leaned up and kissed the other cheek. He turned his head and went for your lips. The kiss was slow and tender while he held you where you always felt safe.

Ben grasped the hand on his cheek…and an idea flickered through his mind.

He parted from you, only to say, “Wait here.”

Your brows furrowed, and you blinked through wet lashes. “What?”

“Just stay put for me,” he said.

But he didn’t tell you what he was up to as he left you on the couch to duck into the bedroom. You took the time to wipe at your eyes and take some deep, calming breaths.

Ben came back soon after, seemingly empty-handed as he sat down next to you. You gave him a curious look.

He slipped a hand into his pocket. “Just for the record, I’ve had this for a while.”

And he pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket. You let out a shaky breath of surprise. The ring he pulled out wasn’t a flashy, gaudy thing like you half-expected. It actually looked delicate, and vintage, pale gold with filigree around the hexagonal stone. It glittered, even in the dim lamplight. 

“Where’d you find that?” you asked. But somehow, looking into his eyes, you knew what this was. 

“Besides those old pictures, the only thing I’ve got left of my mother is right here,” he said, holding up the ring for you. More burgeoning tears fell down your cheeks as your heart constricted. 

“Marry me,” he said, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. 

Despite yourself, a smile raised the corner of your mouth. “Hmm, I don’t know. Is that a question?”

Ben released a breath. Reluctantly, he smirked.

“Fucking figures that you’d make this difficult,” he said.

“You’re the one who fumbled at the goal line, Romeo,” you replied cheekily.

You then gestured at the ground in front of you. He raised a brow.

But, he obliged your demands, making a show of sliding from the couch, down to the ground. He parted your jean-clad knees so he could move in between them. He knelt one knee on the hard wood, and once again took your hand.

Ben somehow hesitated on the question, even though you both were hanging on his words. With your free hand, you smoothed his hair away from his eyes, subtly encouraging him. 

“If I had to go back, do it all over again,” he said, “I wouldn’t have done a damn thing different.”

You frowned at him. “Really?”

“That’s right,” he said. “Because I’m right where I want to be.”

You teared up all over again when you realized what he was really saying. You laid a hand on his chest, where his fiercest power resided. He squeezed the hand he held. 

“So what’s it gonna be, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Ben asked. His smirk was almost boyish, despite his age. And yet, it was so very him.

You reached out with your free hand and slid your fingers through his hair, resting it at the back of his neck.  

“Yeah,” you agreed, with a beaming smile. “Let’s do it.”

He slipped the ring on your finger, where it fit well. And it was now the most beautiful thing you owned, not only for its shining beauty.

You pulled him in for a kiss. His hands burned up your thighs, squeezing your hips. But again, he hesitated. His lips pulled away from yours as his hand moved to brush your belly. It was already brimming with life. He’d seen the images, heard the heartbeat.  

“Thank you,” Ben said. His voice was deep and gruff.

You smiled. With a nod, you held him to you, laying a sweet path of kisses from his cheek, down to his neck.

“I love you,” you said.

He just nodded in response. His throat was tight at the moment. But you wouldn’t let him get off that easy.

“Say it,” you jostled him in your arms. “I’m only growing a super melon for you.” 

It earned you an amused look from him. 

“I love you too,” he said. His voice was a bit coarse, and laden with rare emotion. You pulled him into a stronger hug, which soon became him dragging you into his lap when he raised himself up onto to the couch. You took his face in your hands. 

“See? We made it here,” you teased. You knew he remembered the conversation you two had a few months ago, about waiting a little while to take this next step in your relationship. To have a family.  

“Soon. Not someday,” he’d told you. And you’d agreed.

You reminded him of it now while you stroked his face. “I promised you, didn’t I?”

He snorted at that. “You sure took your fucking time with that one, huh?”

“Excuse me?” you retorted.

Ben pulled you into a kiss before you could truly get going. Arguing with him was one of the things you did best.

But what you two ended up doing on the couch was second to none.  

A few months later…

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ben said. His tone was edged, his brows crunching. “What kind of development?”

You curled a hand around his wrist, shooting him a calming look before you returned your attention to Dr. Baker.

“What do you mean, Tonya?” you asked. Your other hand continued to rest over your belly.

At the seven-month mark of your pregnancy, you felt like you were beginning to resemble a parade float as you sat on the medical examining table in the doctor’s office. But you were grateful for Ben’s warm hand spanning the small of your back. It gave you stability as a coil of anxiety began to bloom in your chest.

Dr. Baker reviewed her charts once more. You didn’t like that gleam of scientific interest in her eye while she perused the data, then looked up at you and Ben from her narrow-framed glasses.

“Not with the baby. She’s doing very well,” she said.

That gave you a measure of immense relief.

“The development concerns you,” she clarified, meeting your gaze. “As you know, we’ve been monitoring you very closely.”

You nodded. The weekly checkups and monthly blood panels served to both soothe and increase your anxiety, but you knew that it made Ben feel better, that you were being taken care of in this aspect of your pregnancy.

To government knowledge, no one other than Becca Butcher had ever gone through a pregnancy of this nature. And Homelander had been created in a lab. This was breaking somewhat new ground (which was only in the top five of “things that made you nervous.”)

“I found something…interesting in your bloodwork,” said Dr. Baker. She pulled out two charts from her files and clipped them onto her whiteboard for you and Ben to see. They looked virtually the same, with one graph’s red bars slightly lower than the first.

“What’s that?” Ben asked.

“It’s your wife’s cell regeneration levels,” the doctor replied, pointing to the second graph. “Hers have become almost as high as yours.”

She pointed to the first graph for comparison. You leaned in closer to see as your eyes widened. With the weight of your belly making you off balance, you nearly slid off the examining table. Ben noticed and caught you quick. His arms came around you, though as the news donned on him, his face slid into shock.

“What?” he uttered.

“That’s got to be because of the baby,” you reasoned. “Is it…just temporary? Like the super strength.”

Even that was somewhat intermittent. Some days, you felt your aches and pains and experienced morning sickness and food aversions, like any other pregnant woman. On others, you were able to lift one side of the couch one-handed and vacuum up the dust bunnies underneath it.

“I believe that blood transfusion, as well as your pregnancy greatly accelerated the effects, but no, this isn’t an isolated incident.” Dr. Baker shook her head. “Your DNA has mutated.”

“Are you serious?” you nearly choked out. She nodded. Dr. Baker never joked.

“By my calculations, this process started before you conceived. Over the course of the past year, or more,” she explained. “Do you understand what this means?”

“Y-Yes, I think so,” you said. Your hand squeezed over Ben’s; it was the hand that carried the weight of your gold wedding bands. A lump of emotion rose in your throat. “It means…I’m going to heal from injuries quicker than normal. And…I’m not going to age like a normal person.”

“That’s likely correct,” she replied.  

That news fell in the room like a stone. You shared a wide-eyed look with Ben. Neither of you knew quite what to think just yet. Even though he was trying to maintain an even-keel expression, you could see his eyes were beginning to brighten with hope. Yours were too…though you were still confused.

“How the hell is this possible?” you asked. “I mean, Ben gave me his blood for a transfusion. But like you said, that was one time, two years ago now. And you said the pregnancy accelerated this, but that’s not how it started…”

Dr. Baker actually smiled. You didn’t like the wry turn of her lips. She crossed her legs where she sat at her desk and tapped her clipboard with her pen.

“How often would you say you two have sex?” she asked.

That was certainly not where you thought this conversation was going. You couldn’t help but blush.

“How is that even remotely relevant?” you asked.

You glanced at your husband, who merely gave you one of his smug smirks, while his thumb stroked your side. Fucking typical. 

“Once a week?” the doctor prompted.

Your face heated up further, and you had to cover your mouth with a hand. Your sex life wasn’t quite as…vivacious as it had been since before you’d gotten pregnant, but it was still a good one, even with your growing size. Ben was nothing if not creative.  

And you were still newlyweds, after all.

“Assume we’re doing a healthy amount of fucking, doc,” Ben remarked.

You gasped and hit his thigh, and finally covered your whole face in thorough embarrassment. He just smirked and took your hand so you couldn’t hide. It amused him that you still got like this.

He then pressed a kiss to the back of your fingers.

You sighed and held his hand back. I chose this man. Remember that.

“Again, what does that have to with this?” you asked, your voice a bit higher.

Dr. Baker’s lips flickered at another one of those smiles. “Well, how often did you use condoms over the past two years?”

You and Ben both snorted in response.

“He’s morally opposed to them, doctor,” you said dryly.

She nodded. “I assumed as much.”

Once again, Ben smirked, but Dr. Baker plowed ahead.

“Let me explain it this way,” she said. “Think of how HIV spreads sexually. The infected DNA is transmitted, and it eventually hits the partner’s bloodstream, affecting the entire body. What we have here is a similar case…if for the fact that this was a gradual effect, over the course of several months.”

Ben blinked, and a frown also tugged down his brows.

“Are you saying that I gave her my superpowers…like an STD?” he asked.

Your eyes became as wide as saucers.

Holy shit! you thought, and another one occurred to you. If this all started from the first time you and Ben ever had sex…then that was over two years of being dosed with literal super sperm.

“Not quite,” Dr. Baker said to him. “Just the essence of what sets your DNA apart, even from other supes.”

“Right. Because how the hell hasn’t this happened to anyone else who’s normal?” you asked. “What makes Ben different?”

Dr. Baker finally set down her pen. She folded her hands in her lap to address you with a patience that you didn’t often see from her.

“Remember, the serum he received was still a prototype,” she said. “Vought continued to refine the recipe after the ‘Soldier Boy’ project was successful. For example, the way his cells regenerate is one of those factors that needed to be weeded out, if Compound V was to be a successful product in the long-term.”

You nodded slowly, as that made sense to you. If every supe suddenly lived over a hundred years, it would make it pretty hard to secretly inject that shit into newborns. They had to package it in a more insidious way.

“This is an unpredictable outcome of your exposure to his unique genetic makeup,” Dr. Baker continued, “and there may very well be more to come in the future.”

You weren’t sure how to take that potentially foreboding news, but on the other hand…

“Oh my God! I’m going to live to be a hundred,” you said, holding tighter onto Ben as shock began to make you tremble. His grip was firm and steadying in response. And yet, his face betrayed how he was trying to process this as well.

“Likely much longer than that,” Dr. Baker said, shocking you even further. And she reminded, “Your cells aren’t regenerating at quite the same rate as his…but it is close.”

Again, holy fucking shit.

You let out a halting breath, and you looked up at Ben, a smile growing across your face. You reached up a hand for his bearded cheek. He looked down on you with his usual stoicism, but it was merely a front. You saw through to the true emotions shining in his eyes.

“Well, looks like you’re stuck with me, baby,” you said, even as your own eyes stung with tears. Your heart felt full to the brim, and even overflowing. If this was what it took to be with your husband, then altering your genetics was a price you were willing to pay…at least in this way.

Though you gave him a more teasing smile. “You’re not gonna be able to welch out of that ‘til death do us part thing. So cancel the caravan of blow and strippers.”

Ben chuckled deeply. He held your hand and stroked the inside of your wrist. For a moment, he just looked down at your face. It had become a bit more rounded with your pregnancy—thighs and arms (and ass) thicker too. And to him, you were still perfectly his.  

“Fine by me. You’ve got something they don’t, anyway,” he said. He remembered the same words he’d said to you just a year ago, in the bed he still shared with you.

Your eyes gleamed with amusement, and so much more. You played along.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” you asked.

He smirked. “You’ve got a supe STD.”

Your eyes widened at his audacity, but you burst out laughing and hit his shoulder.

“Yeah, from you,” you quipped back. “I should’ve known you were carrying something.”

The two of you didn’t know it, but that was when Dr. Baker smiled to herself. She decided then to leave the room, giving you some privacy as Ben laughed and framed your face with his hands.

His thumbs brushed against your cheeks, catching stray tears as they fell. You bit your lip as your glassy eyes met his once more. Ben became more serious as he let out a sigh.

“It’s not gonna be easy,” he reminded you. “Your family, your friends…they’re going to change, and you’re going to stay the same.”

Your excitement dimmed as that realization hit you. Your hands clenched in his shirt, over his chest. You thought about your mom, your sister, Yvette and Devon, Annie and Hughie and the rest of the team (even Butcher, you would miss).

“Yeah…that part’s not gonna be fun,” you said with a heavy, tremulous sigh. Your heart clenched at the very thought of them growing old, leaving you behind.

But your gaze eventually drew back up to him. You wondered then, not for the first time, how it must’ve been for him. For his parents to grow old and pass on long before him. For childhood friends, old lovers…

“Do you know what I worried about when we got married?” you asked.

Ben’s hands traveled down from your face, down your arms, to finally rest at your waist and thigh. He stared back at you expectantly.

“When you first told me you loved me, you said you were holding back the truth. Because you thought that one day, you’d be alone again,” you said, stroking his chest. “That honestly broke my heart. And it made me wonder if I was selfish to be with you anyway.”

Ben frowned, but you shook your head before he could respond.

“I told myself that after the baby was born, I’d go to Dr. Baker and ask her to find a way to make this happen,” you said. Another smile grew across your face. “But guess what? We figured it out all on our own, super stud.”

Ben smiled then, huffing in amusement as he thumbed at your cheek. You couldn’t really understand the full force of his relief. It might’ve threatened to buckle him into a seat, if he had been standing.

But now, he struggled with the warmth in his chest that for once, had nothing to do with his powers. He moved in to tug you into his arms, and he let out a long breath through his nose.

You couldn’t see how his eyes closed, but you felt his lips press against your forehead. You held him close. Or as closely as you could with your belly getting in between.

You rubbed his back and rested against his chest, hearing the calming, steady sound of his heart beating under your ear.  

“And at this rate, I might even live longer than you,” you teased. “After all, you got a head start. Compared to you, I’m still a hot young thing.”

Ben snorted and shook his head. “All right. Now you’re pushing it.”

You smirked into his chest.

“I’ll have to figure out where you rent those caravans.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. At the sound of your giggle, he couldn’t help but smile.

He still swatted you on the ass though.

A couple more months later…

He smelled like cigar smoke. For which you had no doubt, Ben had been puffing away with Frank and M.M. outside the hospital. 

The team of doctors (led by Dr. Baker) had finally left you alone with your husband, allowing you to take your first relaxed breath of the day.

“Your mom and your sister are waiting. Blondie and the others are out there too,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My girl’s got a whole possy of bitches.” 

You assumed he meant Annie and the rest of the team.

You shot him a look, but you were careful not to disturb the sleeping newborn resting on your chest, in the crook of your arm.  

“They’re my friends, babe,” you whispered. “And they’re your friends now too, you just don’t want to admit it.”

Ben didn’t acknowledge that, but he laid a hand on your shoulder as he sat down on the edge of your hospital bed.

“How’re you doin’, sweetheart?” he asked. “Got everything you need?”

He’d become even more protective, but also very sweet to you in these past several months. More so than you’d thought him capable of, but it warmed you every time, when you considered how rough, how stoic, and how damn-near emotionally repressed he was not so very long ago.

It seemed that fatherhood was beginning to soften him, even before he began. You quirked a smile at the thought, and at his question.

“Imagine pushing a super melon out of your dick. That’s how I’m doing,” you said, tired but still cheeky as ever.

He snorted a bit loudly at that, and you shushed him, as if it wasn’t your fault he was laughing. He expected nothing less from you.

“But I’m okay,” you answered his second question. “All I need right now is you.”

Ben considered you for a moment, a slightly softer smile curving his lips, and he nodded.

“All right,” he said.

Your daughter woke and began to squirm in your arms, prompting Ben to look down at the bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Gently as possible, he brushed the tuft of downy brown hair on her head. His hand shook ever so slightly, touching her small cheek. 

How can this little thing be mine? he wondered. His lips pressed into a firm line.

There was a thought, deep and thrumming inside him, that he didn’t deserve this. That just a couple of years ago, he had nothing to lose.

And now, his entire world was in this room. He’d never admit it, but it was a terrifying thought, for a man who’d had everything and nothing.

You unknowingly stopped the path of his thoughts when you raised a warm hand to his cheek. It earned his attention, and he grabbed your hand to keep it there.

You smiled up at Ben with weariness in your eyes. The super strength had drained out of you a few moments after the umbilical cord was cut, which had made for a less painful labor than you anticipated. But it had also been a long and uncomfortable eighteen hours.

“Wanna hold her for a while?” you asked.

The offer caught him off guard. His brows drew together, but he very carefully took his daughter from you, into his arms. Despite your temporary abilities throughout your pregnancy, he didn’t know if she already had his strength, or if it was something she’d grow into. Ben didn’t want to take any chances.

As he looked down at a small face that already had some of his features, he inhaled a faltering breath.

It was the first time you ever saw true tears in his eyes, as one managed to draw a path down his cheek. You smiled, and the pair of rings on your left hand caught the lamplight as you rested your hand on your chest.   

Ben held the bundle close in the crook of his arm. One of the baby’s hands was free, and he tickled his finger in her palm. She grasped it on reflex, opening her mouth on a yawn. Despite his red and shining eyes, he smiled, especially when she reached up for a strand of his hair with small, grabby fingers.

He let her get a hold of it, smirking when she gave it a little tug. Just hours old, and his girl was already demanding his attention. He didn’t know if newborns were able to do that this early, or if it was her blood that made her special.

Either way, he knew then that she was going to be a handful. Just like you. 

Ben glanced over and found you watching him with soft amusement. He looked back down at his daughter and told her the obvious.

“You know, you’re blessed to have my genes, baby girl,” he said. It elicited a knowing scoff out of you. However, his smirk softened. “But you’re also lucky as hell to have your mom.”

Ben looked back at you, and there was the predictable well of tears forming in your eyes.

“She’s the best damn woman you’re ever gonna meet,” he said.

He knew then that what he said to you before was right. If he had to go back to 1984, or even 1944, he’d do it all exactly the same.

It all worked out pretty damn well, from where he was standing.

AN: I’m not crying, you’re crying. 🥹😭

I sincerely hope you enjoyed “Strong as Blood.” I know I said I was going to be done with these two for a hot minute while I concentrate on “Smoke Eater” (Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Reader - series coming soon).

But now that we’re here, I have another one-shot idea I’d like to sketch out in the near future…

Would you guys want to read about their family dynamic? Maybe fast-forward a couple years to the “terrible twos” stage with their first child.

Along with some cameos from the Annie, Hughie, M.M. and the rest of the team. Maybe even Marie and Louisa, Grandpa George, and the insufferable Aunt Trina?

Let me know in the comments, or just what you thought of Part 2! 😘

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