it’s my bday so imagining
birthday morning with Levi
established relationship, soft levi, reader w/ personality, fem reader (calls you girl)
You wake up to the sun landing softly on your pillow. The blinds are pulled up and you rub your eyes against the sharp light. As you drift into reality you hear muffled sounds from the kitchen, of utensils and movement, and you stretch over the big bed. Tangling your body with the white sheets.
Some swearing mixes with the muffles, and some other words you can’t really make out. You can’t help but smile at yourself. Typical him.
Wallowing in the crispy whites around you you enjoy the space as you wait for him and whatever he’s prepared. Listening to the silence.
The door creaks as he pushes it open with his foot and steals into the room you share, trying not to wake you. You open one eye and glance at him from the corner of it. Bare feet shuffling on the parquet floor as he enters wearing only his boxers. He’s carrying a tray but you can’t really tell what’s on it.
“hey baby” he whispers to the morning air as he puts the tray down on the bedside table
You yawn out a “mmmm” and stretch your body after him like a cat, grabbing whatever you get in contact with and pulling it towards you on the bed. Turns out it was a hairy leg.
He scoffs.
Then makes to sit down with his back against the headboard as he greets you with one of his “good morning”s.
“sleep well?”
“mmmh” god knows you were never a morning person.
He’s not either, not really.
“You’re up early” you muffle out into the duvet.
He yawns and you peek a glance as he reaches for a coffee-cup, one of the things that was on the tray.
“Yeah,” he takes a sip, “special services for my girl only.”
You’re beginning to wake up, “lucky girl”.
You can practically hear him smiling into his cup as he takes another sip.
“Tea?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely”
You roll your body over enough that you’re almost upright and sit up in the middle of the bed.
If only you knew how cute you looked. Hair messy, face frowny, sleep in your eyes.
“Come here princess”, he grabs for your waist and pulls you to sit between his legs, chest flush against your back.
“Here, I made your favourite” he says as he puts the breakfast tray on top of you both. “Happy birthday darling”, he kisses your ear.
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imagine if instead of garak, ziyal would’ve had pursued jake. how insufferable dukat would have been. ahhh commander sisko, it appears your son and my daughter are embarking on a rather interesting relationship! correct me if i’m wrong, but by human standards, wouldn't that make us somehow related? i’m now—how would the terrans consider it—your wife?
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