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EXO / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage

Request: Oh oh oh would you pls do an exo version of that arranged marriage & Mafia thing? I'm getting excited right now!!

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TRIGGER WARNING! Some strong language and some violence

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7

Xiumin

Sometimes you felt as if you were the modern-life Juliet. You were forced to marry the Romeo that you had no feelings for, just so two rival Mafia families could be united.

However, even after you moved in with your Romeo, you couldn’t help but still feel the hate that basically coursed through your blood.

You grew up being told that his family was to be hated and now suddenly you were a part of it. It messed with your head.

“Could you stop making that noise?” you asked Minseok with a groan, not realizing that this was the twentieth time you asked him to stop doing something in the past hour.

“I’m breathing,” Minseok answered, glaring at you.

“Yeah. It’s loud,” you said. “I’m trying to read here.”

“You read all the time,” he shot back lamely. “Is that your specialty? Do you think that because you’ll read and become a know-it-all, you’ll be able to achieve a higher place in the Mafia hierarchy?

You stared at him with a frown. “What the hell are you talking about? I read because I like to read.”

“See, but that’s not what everyone else thinks.”

“Oh, really? And what do they think?”

“They think you’re pretentious,” Minseok said, not specifying who ‘they’ were. “They think you’re showing off.”

“Showing off what? The fact that I can read?” you raised your eyebrows in a mocking way.

“Showing off in general,” he explained. “You walk around here thinking that you’re better than us.”

You rolled your eyes, not admitting that maybe there was a little truth to his words, and stayed quiet. Minseok smirked, thinking that he won this time.

“Are you one of them?” you asked, a few minutes later.

“One of what?” Minseok asked, having already forgotten what you’ve been talking about before.

“One of those people who think that I’m showing off,” you finished.

He considered this and the longer he stayed quiet, the more interested in his answer you were becoming.

“No,” he said finally. “I just think you’re uncomfortable here. I think all of this is new for you and you don’t know how to handle it all, so you handle it the only way you know how. The only way you’ve been taught how. By hating us and appearing snobbish.”

“Oh, so I’m also snobbish.”

“That’s not what I said.”

You knew it wasn’t. You were just trying to win some time to regain your balance after he had openly admitted that he didn’t think you were stuck-up. It was nice to hear that at least one person in this house had somewhat warm feelings for you.

“So, do you think this will work?” you asked again. “I mean us. Our marriage. God, I sound like I’m forty.”

Minseok laughed. You haven’t heard him laugh before and you’d thought of him as one of the most serious people you’ve ever met, but when he was smiling, he looked almost ten years younger, and an unexpected thought flashed through your mind.

You liked his laugh. You wanted to see him laugh. Hell, you wanted to make him laugh.

“I think anything can work,” Minseok said, going back to his serious self suddenly. “Even our marriage. Though right now it’s the furthest thing from an actual marriage I’ve ever seen.”

It was your turn to start laughing. “We are talking, though. So that’s a start.”

Minseok smiled at this, sending your brain into another overdrive. “Took us long enough.”

Suho

Junmyeon wasn’t a bad person. Sure, he could kill in cold blood if he felt like he had to, but other than that, he was great. You knew you could have gotten a husband that was so much worse, so although, you were still awkward around him, you tried to get used to him. You were married, after all.

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” he asked you one night when both of you were eating dinner in the spacious dining room of your manor.

“I have training at 10,” you answered. “But other than that, no. Why?”

“I was thinking maybe we could go out tomorrow night,” Junmyeon said in a voice so official, that it sounded as if he was proposing a business offer, and not asking you out on a date.

And yet you still felt yourself blush.

“Okay,” you said, not daring to look up from your plate.

You had no doubt that Junmyeon could tell that you got flustered every time you talked to him and yet he never called you out on it, making you appreciate him even more.

“Can I tell you something?” Junmyeon said.

You finally raised your eyes and nodded, slowly.

“But promise me you won’t get upset,” he added.

You nodded again, wordlessly promising, despite not really knowing what to expect from him.

“Last week one of my friends died,” he said. “We got attacked by some wanna-be gangsters and they shot him in the chest multiple times before I could react.”

“Oh, my God,” you gasped, despite promising him not to get upset. “I’m so sorry, Junmyeon.”

He nodded, acknowledging your compassion. “But the important thing, however, is what he said right before he died. He was married, but his marriage was pretty similar to ours.”

You quickly understood that this meant he was in an arranged marriage and therefore, not particularly close to his wife.

“Anyway, so right before he died, he asked me to tell his mother that he loved her,” Junmyeon continued. “So, I asked him, ‘What about your wife?’ and he told me – and I remember this part vividly – that he wasn’t sure if he even knew what his wife’s name was.”

This story raised a million questions in your head, the most prominent of which was, did Junmyeon think all arranged marriages were like that? Did he think two people in an arranged marriage pretended to be married just for show and, possibly, power, but they never actually loved each other?

This made you sad. You didn’t know why but you didn’t want him to think that way. It was a sad attitude and the last thing you wanted was for him to be sad.

“I don’t want a marriage like that,” Junmyeon said after a short pause. This jump-started your heart so hard that even your hands started to shake.

You were afraid to ask him what he meant by that, but you didn’t have to because he continued.

“And I can promise you that I’ll do everything I can to make sure our marriage – although existing against our wishes – is as great as it can be,” he said. “We might or might not be soulmates, but that doesn’t matter. We’ll work on it one date at a time. We won’t be just another statistic that proves that people in arranged marriages hate each other.”

Your entire body filled with warmth at this and suddenly you felt like a child on Christmas day. Sure, you weren’t in love with Junmyeon yet. But you knew that one day you’d be.

“I believe you,” you told him with a sincere smile. “I believe that we’ll make it work.”

Lay

The wedding wasn’t devastating. It was truly kind of bearable. You weren’t the biggest fan of Yixing, but you weren’t really against him either.

That is, until rival Mafia members placed a bomb in your parents’ house, killing them both, along with a couple of other relatives. Your little brother was still at school but the sight of his house burning left him shaken up. His crying voice, when he called you to tell you what happened, haunted you to this day.

You fought for the rights to look after your brother and won (with Yixing’s help, though you refused to admit it), and thus, he moved in with you. But he wasn’t the same. He wasn’t your little brother anymore. He closed off and only talked to you when it was absolutely necessary.

Yixing could see that you were upset but he didn’t know what to do about it. He tried to get you to open up but you ignored him no matter what he did, unintentionally hurting his feelings in the process. Somehow, you just couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, feeling as if it was his fault you weren’t at your parents' house to protect them from the bomb.

And then one day, you woke up to screams coming from outside. With your heart nearly beating out of your chest, you walked to the window overlooking the backyard of your house to see what was making the noise. You had to sit down at the sight in front of you.

It was your little brother and Yixing, both chasing each other with water guns, reenacting a scene from a gangster movie that you have never seen. They were screaming cheerfully, laughing, and rolling around in the grass, their clothes completely soaked from the water already.

You didn’t think you could name a moment where your brother looked happier than he did right then, playing with Yixing.

Not losing the smile the entire morning, you found your little brother, when he finally returned home and changed into a different outfit.

“Hey!” you said happily. “Did you have fun this morning?”

“Lots!” your brother replied, giving you a smile that you haven’t seen in ages. You almost started to cry. “Yixing said he’ll teach me how to use real guns soon!”

“Oh?” you stopped smiling at this.

“Hey!” Yixing’s voice was suddenly heard down the hall. “Did I not tell you to keep it a secret?”

Your little brother gasped, not expecting him to overhear this. “I’m sorry, I just got so excited! You’ll still teach me, right?”

Yixing smiled, messing up your brother’s hair when he reached him. “Of course, I will. If your sister doesn’t kill me before I get a chance to do that.”

“Y/n wouldn’t do that,” your little brother said confidently. “She’s a good person.”

You saw Yixing smile at you but you were too occupied with your brother’s good mood to pay attention to anything else. Finally, once your brother ran off to prepare for breakfast, you raised your eyes to meet Yixing’s.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked with genuine curiosity.

“What, befriending your brother?” Yixing asked. You nodded. “I like him. He’s a cool guy. Also, you’re my wife and his legal guardian. That makes me his guardian, too. Maybe not by law, but by marriage, then. He’s my responsibility as well.”

You softened even more. “I couldn’t get him to open up ever since the tragedy happened and you just… he seems to really like you.”

“He does like me,” Yixing said, winking teasingly. “Unlike his sister.”

You scoffed. “Don’t make assumptions about things you don’t know.”

“Oh? So you do like me?”

“We’re married, Yixing.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

It was your turn to tease him. “Some questions are supposed to be left unanswered.”

And you walked away from him, heading to the kitchen, while he continued to stand there, confused about what you were feeling for him. He failed to realize that you were just as confused about your feelings as he was.

The feelings were neutral before, you were sure of that. And yet seeing him today forced some kind of creatures to come out to play in your stomach. You’ve heard people call them butterflies, but to you, it felt more like tiny t-rexes who clawed at your intestines whenever Yixing smiled at you.

Baekhyun

You were the real black sheep of the family. You couldn’t fight (seriously, you broke your foot every time you attempted to kick something), you couldn’t interrogate people, you had no talent to make new deals, and you couldn’t use guns.

You thought your parents would disown you, and in a way, they kind of did – by giving you away to the boy from a different Mafia family.

Afraid to make your new husband and his family see how useless you were, you avoided every single job assigned to you. You pretended to be sick. Then, you just disappeared for a few days and stayed at your friend’s house. Then, you actually got sick.

Finally, four months after the wedding, Baekhyun had had enough of this.

“What’s the problem?” he asked you. “You don’t want to work with me? With my family?”

You have not prepared for him to confront you about this, although you really should have seen it coming. Sooner or later, someone was bound to notice that you were not doing any work that was assigned to you.

“N-no,” you said, slowly. “I do. Of course, I do. I mean, I have to.”

“’Have to’ and ‘want to’ are two very different things, Y/n,” Baekhyun said. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do but you’re… you’re not doing anything at all. And you haven’t talked to anyone about it. Like, is something wrong? Do you just not want to do anything because that’s fine—”

“I want to do something,” you interrupted him confidently but then your voice faded. “I just don’t know how.”

Baekhyun heard you. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t do anything,” you said. “I start something and then I ruin everything. My family used to jokingly say that they should lock me up in a tower Rapunzel-style. Maybe that way I’d manage to find at least one thing I’d be good at.”

“That’s not a funny joke,” Baekhyun said with a straight face. “And I’m sure your family just didn’t have any patience. Come on, tell me one thing that they thought you were bad at.”

“Well, firearms, for starters,” you said. “I can’t fire a gun. My aim is way off.”

“Good!” Baekhyun said and then saw your frown. “I mean, it’s good that you told me. Now I know what’s up. Be up at seven tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ll train you,” he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “I’ll help you learn everything you’ve always wanted to learn. And I can already promise I will never bring you down, no matter how badly you do anything.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” you warned him.

“Yeah, they told me that before I married you,” Baekhyun said with a small smile. “But I guess I like challenges.”

For some reason, you smiled back. It would have been easy to find offense in his words but you knew they were true. You truly were a challenge (but then again, wasn’t everyone?) but no one ever bothered to take this challenge on before. And now this concerned boy – that was apparently told not to marry you – was more than ready to work on this challenge with resilience until he completed it.

For the first time in your life, you actually had hope that Baekhyun will turn out to be the person with enough patience to handle your every fail and praise your every win. You’ve never had a person like that in your life. Maybe you finally found him.

Chen

You strictly refused to ride cars. Your husband (you refused to call him your husband, too. Explaining to people that your parents forced you to marry, was embarrassing, so you chose not to talk about it at all) protested against this, saying that it was unsafe for you to walk everywhere but you ignored him. The air was already as polluted as it was, and you could never understand how people had enough patience to be stuck in traffic and not punch anyone.

So, yes, you preferred to walk, no matter the distance.

Thing was, wherever you walked, you always carried your earphones and listened to music at full volume, being completely oblivious to your surroundings. More than once, you missed your destination because you were humming along to a song, imagining yourself in a music video.

One particular Friday, you were in a restaurant, patiently listening to one of the Mafia heads from a different country. He spoke with a huge accent so it was hard to understand him. On top of that, you kept spacing out, making it even harder not to lose track of what he was saying.

Suddenly, you saw a person with a black coat and a face mask enter the restaurant. He passed the hostess - who politely asked him to take the mask off - and headed to the table next to yours, claiming he had reserved it. The hostess just gave up and brought him a menu.

That’s when you turned your head back to your companion since he had asked you a question. You had no idea what he had asked, but just as you were about to think of something to answer, you heard a scream.

“Look out!”

Startled, you turned to look at the source of the noise but you couldn’t understand where it came from because another noise interrupted the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant.

A shot.

It didn’t take you long to find who fired the shot. You turned your head to the left and were met face-to-face with Jongdae, who had just shot the man with the facemask next to you.

Before confusion clouded your brain, you managed to see that the masked man had a gun in his hand, too. Absolutely baffled, you turned back to look at Jongdae who had already made his way to you.

“Your meeting is over,” he said, glaring at your guest and then looking back at you. “I’m taking you home.”

“Jongdae—”

“Get up,” he said sternly. “We’re leaving.”

Apologizing to your confused companion, you followed the angry Jongdae out of the restaurant. Once you saw him open the door of his car for you to get in, you stopped.

“You know I don’t—”

“Do you know who the guy with the mask was?” Jongdae asked right away, looking as if he was already expecting you to protest.

“No,” you said. “Should I?”

“He was stalking you. For at least a week,” Jongdae said.

You gasped, feeling your stomach drop. “What? That makes no sense.”

“It makes a whole lot of sense,” he continued, not losing the angry expression on his face. “You walk everywhere and you’re never aware of your surroundings. That makes you an easy target. I assume he chose the restaurant to kill you in, because he wanted more attention.”

“He was going to kill me..?”

“Obviously. That’s why I killed him first.”

You stayed quiet, watching the man in front of you and trying to grasp the fact that he had just saved your life from a stalker that you didn’t even know you had.

“Get in the car,” Jongdae said, then. “You’re never walking anywhere alone again.”

“You can’t say that,” you protested again, but still stepped into the car.

“I can say anything I want. Your life was in danger,” he told you before closing the door of your car. “I’m not letting that happen again.”

While he jogged around the car to sit behind the wheel, you could only think about one thing. Jongdae had protected you. He saved you. And maybe it was just the adrenaline, but you felt as if he didn’t do it as a favor. He did that because you were his wife. And all of a sudden, you were no longer embarrassed of this title. You were proud of it.

Chanyeol

You only acted like you were married in public. At home, you stayed on separate floors and barely said anything if you accidentally ran into each other in the hallway. You weren’t sure if you liked it that way but Chanyeol wasn’t showing that much interest to act like an actual married couple, and you weren’t going to suggest doing that, either. Call it pride, if you’d like.

One night, though, during the birthday of Chanyeol’s father, all of your pride flew out of the window.

You arrived at the party a little late because your dress had a malfunction and Chanyeol was too impatient to wait until one of the seamstresses helped you fix it, so he went there alone. He didn’t even notice you when you finally arrived because he was busy. Busy entertaining at least five different girls that you’ve never seen before.

Feeling your heart drop to your stomach and then jump right back up again, as anger and irrational jealousy mixed in your blood, you made your way towards him.

“Good evening, ladies,” you announced yourself, concentrating on the girls and making all of them turn to look at you. “Have you tasted the lamb salad that they’re serving over there, at the other side of the room?”

All five of the girls exchanged glances and then turned to look at Chanyeol, who was watching you with a confused and a slightly amused expression.

“No,” one of the girls answered you. “We actually haven’t. We’ve been—”

“Oh, fantastic! I’m sure you’ll love the taste of it,” you said. The five girls still didn’t move, obviously not catching your hints. Finally, you lost your patience. “That’s your turn to scatter. Get lost. Fuck off.”

With shocked faces, all five of them quickly moved away from you and Chanyeol, and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people.

“What the hell was that about?” Chanyeol asked you right away.

You looked at him with innocent eyes. “What do you mean? I offered those girls to try the lamb salad across the room. It’s really good.”

Chanyeol resisted the urge to smirk. “You told them to fuck off.”

“Did I?” you continued to feign ignorance. “It must have slipped out by accident.”

“By accident, huh?” he said, suddenly standing closer to you. “I was pretty sure you were jealous.”

“What?” you said, your heart hammering in your chest at his close proximity. “I wasn’t jealous.”

Chanyeol hummed as he slowly leaned closer until you could feel his breath on your neck, forcing you to shiver involuntarily.

“It’s a shame,” he whispered. “I love it when you get jealous.”

He pulled away before you understood what happened, and walked away with a smirk, his cologne lingering in the air around you. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and watched him walk away from you. Suddenly, he turned his head over his shoulder, quickly meeting your eyes, and winking, while every girl in the room watched him.

You weren’t jealous. You were so much more than that.

D.O.

He didn’t look very dangerous and yet people were afraid of him. They crossed the street when they saw him. They closed their windows when they heard him drive by. They avoided him in every way possible.

You weren’t an exception, although, legally, you were his wife and he wasn’t supposed to ever hurt you. However, you couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t impossible. If he could kill helpless people that crossed him, he could kill you too.

And that was why for the first few months after the wedding, you slept in a different room that you locked every night.

One night, however, you heard a lot of suspicious noise downstairs and decided to investigate. Kyungsoo was supposed to be out working the whole weekend, so you grabbed your gun before you walked down the stairs.

Not wanting to startle the potential intruder, you didn’t turn the light on. Slowly, you walked down the hallway and then stopped when you saw a silhouette at the end of the hallway. It looked like a man and he had his back turned to you.

“Freeze!” you yelled, not finding a better word on such short notice.

The man did just that. But then he turned around a second later and you almost fired.

You were glad you didn’t, though.

“Y/n?” Kyungsoo’s voice called out and your body had gone cold. “What are you doing awake?”

“I…” you lowered your gun, immediately. “I’m sorry. I thought someone was in the house. I-I’m really sorry.”

You saw him slowly make his way towards you, and your entire body started to shake.

He stopped a few feet away from you, however, and turned the lightswitch on the wall next to him, finally illuminating the hallway.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, carefully watching you.

You swallowed, not knowing what the right answer to this question would be. Your silence was enough for Kyungsoo to understand everything.

“Why?” he asked. “Why are you afraid of me? I could never hurt you.”

“Y-yes, you could,” you said in a quiet voice, looking down.

Immediately, he lifted your chin, so your eyes met again. “Y/n. My job is to protect you. And to teach you not to say ‘freeze’ when you see strangers in your house, but that’s hardly the point right now. Point is, it hurts me to know that you’re afraid of me.”

It hurts him?

You stared at him as if in a daze.

“Please don’t be afraid of me,” he said, gently moving his hand from your chin to caress your cheek. “Please.”

He touched you as if you were the most fragile piece of china ever created. He looked at you as if you’d break if someone glared at you.

And suddenly, you couldn’t understand how you didn’t see it before. He wasn’t dangerous and scary. He was human. And he’d never hurt you.

Kai

Your domestic life was far from exciting. After you got married, it felt as though you became the main character in the movie Housewife By Day, Wife of a Gangster By Night.

Although you weren’t a big fan of what Jongin did, you stayed quiet about it. Not just because he was your husband and your father warned you beforehand to put up with whatever your husband did, but also because the sight of Jongin with a gun was enough to cause your heartbeat to speed up.

You didn’t think much of this, though. So you got excited after seeing a guy with a gun, so what? He was an attractive person and frankly, you were always into bad boys. It was normal. No actual feelings were there.

Or so you told yourself.

One day, you asked him to borrow his car, because yours had broken down, so you could go to the store to buy some vegetables for dinner (cooking was always your hobby and although Jongin insisted you let the professional chef do the job, you never listened) but Jongin had other plans.

“I’ll drive you,” he said. “Just wait a second.”

You were about to protest and tell him that there was no need for two people to go to the store but he got up from the chair and ran to the garage before you could open your mouth.

A couple of minutes later, you heard someone signal you outside, so, grabbing your jacket, you walked out of the house and then stopped dead at the sight in front of you.

Jongin was leaning against his favorite custom-made, matte black Harley-Davidson with a grin on his face and a helmet in his hands.

“Hop on,” he told you.

“Jongin… I literally need to buy carrots,” you said. “I’m not driving to the supermarket on a motorcycle.”

“Carrots or drugs, doesn’t matter. You’re no longer just a simple city girl,” he said. “You’re my wife now. And my wife rides in style.”

“Can I ride in style in an actual car? Like, with seat-belts on?” you continued, not moving from the same spot.

Jongin laughed. “Come on, Y/n, don’t pretend you don’t want to ride it. Feel the wind in your hair and the material of my jacket when you wrap your arms around me when I drive.”

You swallowed deeply at that last part, your stomach already burning with excitement.

“Come here,” he said, patting the back of the motorcycle.

And he didn’t have you tell you again. You groaned dramatically, forcing him to laugh, and grabbed the helmet from him before getting on the back of the motorcycle. You didn’t do anything with your hands, though, almost afraid to touch him.

“Do you want to fall off?” Jongin asked loudly, as he brought the engine of the Harley to life.

“Not really,” you answered just as loudly.

“Then hold onto me,” he asked loudly. “I know you want to.”

You knew he smirked at that last part but you couldn’t see it because he had his back turned to you. After whispering a quick ‘fuck you’, you wrapped your arms around him at the same second that he pulled out of the driveway of the house and sped down the street.

The feeling of him right there, under your fingerprints, while the two of you flew down the street, the scenery blurring around you, was enough to break you away from the lie you’ve been living in.

The feelings were there. All the damn feelings were there.

Sehun

You knew every Mafia family had their own traditions. Your family was a little more conservative in comparison to Sehun’s, which is why, your parents quietly cried when they had to give you away, while one of Sehun’s great-aunts sobbed as if he was going to his death. And it really should have been the other way around, considering that you were about to enter a clan of people who showed their loyalty to their Mafia family in a different way than you were used to.

You made a vow in front of the other family members, while Sehun’s family got tattoos.

They didn’t force a needle on you right after the wedding though, they gave you some time to adjust. And still, the first couple of months were terrifying to you.

Sehun tried to relieve your stress of living in a new place by introducing you to every family member he had and then showing embarrassing pictures of them in the family albums. It worked for a short while and you truly felt a little bit more relaxed, until the day you were supposed to get a tattoo came.

What you didn’t know, however, was that traditionally, the husband was supposed to give his wife the tattoo of the family symbol. You only found out about this, when you were already sitting the leather-covered chair, waiting for your doom. That is, the tattoo.

“Is it going to hurt?” you asked Sehun while he cleaned your wrist with rubbing alcohol.

“A little,” he said, honestly. “I’ll try to be gentle, though, I promise.”

“It’s not you I’m afraid of,” you told him. “It’s the needle.”

Sehun gave you an encouraging smile. “I’ll stop the needle if the pain gets too much for you, okay? Just tell me. Or give me a sign, like a nod or something.”

You nodded.

“What, it hurts already?” he tried to joke but saw you nod again. He released your wrist immediately. “Does it really hurt? Maybe you’re allergic to—”

“No, Sehun,” you said, then. “I’m just terrified of this. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt even more when I’m this scared.”

“Well, relaxing definitely helps,” Sehun said. “I’ve practiced this before and it’s much easier to tattoo a person who’s not so tense.”

“Well, I can’t relax. So, you’ll have to manage.”

He smiled again. “I’ll manage. I just wish you weren’t so uncomfortable.”

“I don’t have a choice but to do this,” you said. “So I have to get over my fear.”

Sehun took your wrist again and you thought the tattoo process was about to begin, but instead of a needle, you felt his fingers softly caress the skin of your wrist.

“You’re still part of the family, with or without the tattoo,” Sehun told you sincerely.

You watched him for a moment and then inhaled deeply. “I know. But I want you to do this.”

He felt a little better after hearing you say this, so he grabbed the needle with a lot more confidence. He knew he could draw the symbol perfectly, he’s done it before. But the fact that you were so nervous, made him nervous.

And yet, even when the needle came in contact with your skin, you didn’t feel any excruciating pain that you had expected. You weren’t sure if it was because Sehun kept checking up on you every few seconds and talking to you about the funny things that happened to other people when they were getting their tattoos, or because your hand had simply gone limp.

Either way, you enjoyed this process a lot more than you expected.

The way Sehun kissed your tattoo once he had finished it and wrapped a bandage around it, made you realize that although at first, you had feared to get the symbol of the Family (because you knew you weren’t related to any of them by blood and the divorce rate was still pretty high), now you were ready to do anything, as long as Sehun would be there to hold your hand through it.

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wanna-17 · 7 years ago

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ha sungwoon first meeting! AU

summary: in which you are a pro video gamer and decide to meet a fellow video gamer that you admire

length: 1.1k

a/n: thank you for 84 notes on my daehwi one!! i hope you guys will show some love to sungwoon’s one tHIS BOY IS SO UNDERRATED AND NEEDS MORE LOVE HEHEH this story is supposed to be about video games but i know nothing about it but i hope this story somehow worked??? let me know your thoughts by popping a message in my inbox!

so you’re really into video games

and its right at the start of the semester break so you have all the time in the world to play your fave video game

i have 0 clue about video games so pls bear with me as i make up a lot of stuff lmao this is for the sake of the story

and what ppl around you don’t know is yes you play a lot of video games but they don’t know that you actually make money out of it

and ppl sponsor you to play for them and stuff

so tbh in this video game you are actually quite famous under your hidden id name which is flowerbloom

and its really amusing bc at uni you hear guys talk about video games and they’re like “i admire flowerbloom so much” or “i wonder if flowerbloom is a guy or a girl”

and you just slightly smirk to yourself lmao

a part of you wants people to know that you are flowerbloom as u were considered quite average at uni and in your course

but then you didn’t want it to be a fuss and for people to treat you differently

so you decided to keep it to yourself and so you basically had two identities which is pretty exciting

anyways in this video game there were quite a few users that were quite popular one of them whose id name was WANNAbetheONE

you played against them and you started to admiring for how fast their reflexes were and how skilled they were

after playing against him a coupe of times

you decided to message him through the video game chatting app

idk is that even a thing lmao

and you just wanted to let them know that you admire their skills

and tbh on this video game chatting app you get quite a few fan messages

and you try your best to reply to them when you can

so you think “WANNAbetheONE probably gets a million per day they won’t see mine” HAHAH r u kidding yourself girl

but u message them anyways

hello WANNAbetheONE, this is flowerbloom user whom you’ve played against a few times. i just wanted to let you know that i had fun playing with you and i really admire your skills. i am your fan and i hope you see this message

you thought your message was super cheesy but hey they weren’t gonna see it

you pressed “send” and went to bed

when you woke up the next day you opened your phone and saw that you got a reply from WANNAbetheONE and they had replied within a minute of you sending the message last night

the message said: hey flowerbloom! i’m so happy that you messaged me cos i’m your fan! let’s be friends!

you dropped your phone in shock and embarrassment

shock because they actually replied to your message when they probably got millions of messages??

embarrassment because you regretted writing what you wrote especially about being a fan

you came back to your senses and tried to come up with a cool reply

but then your phone buzzed indicating that WANNAbetheONE had sent you another message

it says you read my message why aren’t you replying to me haha don’t seenzone me

you gasped and quickly typed a reply

haha omg sorry i only just woke up! thanks for replying to me i appreciate it

no worries i’ve always wanted to message you too ^^ how old are you btw?

i’m 19

really??? me too we are friends then :))))

that’s awesome!!

what’s your real name?

my name is y/n....i’m actually a girl haha

that’s awesome you are the coolest girl ever, my name is ha sungwoon

and from that day on you found out that WANNbetheONE was a guy called ha sungwoon who studied IT at the uni near you

you guys got along super well and chatted pretty much every day

and you guys would stay up late chatting about everything and anything

about school and life and friends and family

it felt like he was your soulmate and you guys connected so well

a part of you were really curious as to what ha sungwoon was like in real life

was he this chatty and outgoing in real life? or was he more awkward? what did he look like?

you even tried to find his facebook except none of the ha sungwoons you came across seemed to match the one you were talking to

you really wanted to meet him but you didn’t want to take the initiative

until one day he messaged you asking if it was okay to meet

hey y/n, we’ve been talking for a week now and i promise i’m not a creep, but i was wondering if you’d like to meet in person?

yes ofc!!!!! that would be great

and so you guys agreed to meet at a cafe shop that was between your universities

you were super nervous and worried about what to wear

but you opted for a casual look: a denim jacket, black ripped jeans and sneakers

you weren’t really into dresses and heels so you decided to just be yourself and wear what was comfortable

you arrived at the said coffee shop with 3 minutes to spare and immediately a good looking guy caught your eye

his hair was tousled and a lighter shade of brown, his features were sharp and he had high cheekbones

you lowkey hoped that the good looking guy was ha sungwoon

but you thought ha sungwoon sounded more of a nerdy name and that it was probably someone who looked like an average uni student

so you ignored him and ordered a Frappuccino

while waiting you sent ha sungwoon a message

hey i’m there, are you here yet?

yeah i am!! where are you? :)

you looked up from your phone and noticed that the good looking guy’s eyes were scanning the cafe

you stared at him unsure what to think

until his eyes made eye contact with you

he gave you the brightest and most beautiful smile and walked over to you

you realised he was only a little bit taller than you but he was really cute and handsome

“hey you’re y/n right?” says sungwoon happily still smiling at you

“yes” you reply nodding shyly

“i’m so glad it’s so nice to finally meet you!” says sungwoon

as he pulls you into a big hug

and you feel your heart rate go up

and you hoped that he didn’t feel it lmao

he let go and patted you head “you’re so cute y/n”

he waited with you and helped you take your drink to back where he had a spot by the window

it was kinda awkward at first since you guys both knew a lot about each other already

and the fact that you found sungwoon good looking didn’t help much either

it was pretty much silent for the first 5 minutes

and sungwoon couldn’t stand the awkwardness so he just said anything

“did you know that there’s a competition to giveaway the next version of the video game next month?”

you put your drink down excitedly

“really how do you know????” you asked happy and surprised at this news

“it’s actually super lowkey right now, but i know because my friend, taehyun’s brother works at a video shop in hongdae!”

and thats how the silence was broken and you guys talked just as much as you guys did online

after a few hours you guys decided to grab dinner together at a nearby japanese place

at the end of the dinner when you were fishing for your wallet to pay for your portion

sungwoon gives the girl at the counter his card “i’ll pay”

“ok - i can pay you back in cash now!”

“nah it’s fine y/n, since this is our first date right?” says sungwoon smiling at you

your heart starts beating super fast and you repeat the words in his head and he meant exactly what you thought he meant

*cue waitress swooning over you two*

this was going to be the best semester break ever

omg sorry i suck at endings but let me know what you think of this series so far!!!!! also send me a message of which member you want next for this series!!!!

other wanna one members: daehwi (x)

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HOLDING ON TO GODHEAD'S STRENGTH AND LIGHT: A CALL TO ALL BRETHREN IN THE TERRITORIES OF THE BRITISH REPUBLIC OF ISRAEL, PARTICULARLY IN AUSTRALIA (COMMENTARY ON EMPIRE'S OFFICIAL WRITTEN PUBLIC REPORTS OF ITS ACTS FROM APRIL TO JUNE 2017) Most beloved fellow yokebearers in Godhead, may grace, peace and mercy be greatly increased upon you. The next few days will prove to be most critical for all of us as the Empire poises to get Australia away from us days before we all enter the places of safety to enjoy the Godhead forever. The Empire much knows how our love is soaring beyond all measure for the sake (Isaiah 62) of the people of Australia, inasmuch as since the Empire introduced the drive for conversion of deserts and arid lands elsewhere into blooming settlements, we here at your Commondominion had fully gave ourselves in to the attainment of that higher purpose, and since then has never looked back. I don't think if that's the same intensity the Empire has in pursuing that these days (Luke 17,21), but we could tell you that guilty as they are with (Romans 12) how we fully supported this cause and Tookey it as our own for the welfare of our fellowmen (Hebrews 5-6, Matthew 5,18, Philippines 2), they would rather refuse to honor us (Psalm 37) with this as long as we pursue this great endeavor of enabling Australian lands achieve their full potential as originally intended by our brethren of biblical times who has settled there long ago both as ancestors of the Aborigines and later on as distant descendants of the Hebrews (Deuteronomy 15,28, Psalm 68). We would like to be honest that we as many of your comrades here has already said, desire (1 Timothy 2, Malachi 1) that we get hold of each and every wilderness in the world to convert it into places of safety for you and for the millions of yokebearers (Revelation 12) elsewhere currently arrested by the Empire on their will (2 Timothy 2, 1 Kings 18, Deuteronomy 30). We decided to write you in the words of some of our newest recognized preachers here which we have included here as part of Godhead's supreme purpose for us here (Psalm 138). These preachers are also currently held under arrest by the Empire (Jeremiah 25,28-29, Amos 4,8-9, Hosea 4-5,12, Ezekiel 3) and has rendered these words originally when they were as part of Empire obligations, sent to the mother of us all, the British Republic of Israel, on April 22, 2017 (Ezekiel 19, John 15, Colossians 1, Proverbs 23,3-4,31). Their very words during that instance reveal yearning for their and our altogether glorious liberty as children of the Godhead, which we will get in a few days' time. It is so precious hence we cannot afford to lose anyone who dares to refuse it. Only that we could be able to give you a few verses that we solely got from the Empire's official public relay of this lecture because of course Empire has strongly restricted (Joshua 6, 2 Chronicles 16) the flow of information in and out of the Empire to fully make their hostages spiritually ignorant and hence unable to get out of the Empire. The lecture which these brethren of ours gave that day to the Empire in Britain only in fact (Numbers 23-24) confirm our divine election. 'You are people who belong to Godhead, They chose you to tell everybody about the wonderful things They had done.' (1 Peter 2:9, Easy to Read Version) Notice the words used. 'You belong to Godhead.' You do not belong to Empire. Why? Because you have to testify about the things Godhead does to you and to everybody else (Psalm 9,49,57,86,89 New English Translation). That's why here we mention a lot about you, about our fellow comrades and colleagues (1 Thessalonians 1, 2 Thessalonians 1), about how they (Job 12, Isaiah 40) and you (Philippians 1,4) testify about our divine election here altogether as one family team that is your Commondominion of Christ in all we are and in all we do and all we have (Colossians 3, Hebrews 6,10), things the Empire could not deny that they're so angry with how we here unlike what they claim, looks so lovingly (Song of Solomon, Jeremiah 30-31) upon each and every one of you (Hebrews 9, 1 Peter 1, Ephesians 1, John 3) in ways they could not do due to their arrogance and selfishness (Mark 4:11-12 Easy to Read Version, Joel 2, Isaiah 1-2,58, Exodus 15, Matthew 17, Isaiah 63). This Empire hence, could not claim you, as C. S. Lewis stated. We could see this further how this happens in 1 Peter 2. 'You were sheep gone astray then, but now has returned to the Chief Shepherd, the Guardian of your souls.' In our many past studies we have humbly rendered unto you the proof that yours truly fulfilled being your guardian alongside our Lord Jesus Christ, and how we have contended for your sake so many times (Philippians 2) and how Empire continues to derail in ways big and small (Amos 3-4) the onward thrust of this work of salvation that is your Commondominion of Christ. What is a palpable proof that we have succeeded in bringing many children to glory thus destroying the Empire's grip on them? In Revelation 7 and 14 we could see the Lamb, symbolized by Christ, standing on Mount Zion (or in the British Republic) leading the Commondominion in meek glory. A lamb denotes both: a young male sheep and a female sheep. For the side (Revelation 10-11,22) of female lamb, we could see it being fulfilled in all yokebearers, specially those in the British territories. For the side of the young male lamb (John 1), we could see it being fulfilled (Ecclesiastes 4,9-10) in the entire Administration of your Commondominion, as symbolized by our most beloved brother in the Godhead, Sir Nathan Sykes, who bears the name (Revelation 7,22) of our most beloved Executive Minister, Brother Nathaniel Manalo (Ephesians 1, Colossians 1, Hebrews 13). Most dearest yokebearers (1 Thessalonians 3), your divine election only confirms that our election here is of Godhead and is for your salvation, our divine elections here altogether is one and inseparable (Matthew 19, Malachi 2, 1 Corinthians 1-2, 2 Peter). We say these because for you to associate yourself with the Empire is completely disastrous (1 John 2, Matthew 15, Psalm 82-83,1). How furthermore our fellow preachers' lecture denoted our divine election altogether? In Colossians 1 it is stated: 'you were brought out of the power, control, and dominion of darkness and were brought into the kingdom of His beloved Son.' (Luke 18,12,22) But is not our religion called the Commondominion of Christ? How come that we may be of the Empire still? Yes, we all came from the Empire, but remember, as you were already taught that we already are in Godhead, 'dominion' and 'kingdom' are two distinct entities in Scriptures. Dominion or Commonwealth denotes a republic, while Kingdom, which in other renderings is also said to be a Dominion or Commonwealth too, denotes a monarchy, yet we here carry these names to imply that we are of the Godhead. Could we find any contradiction to this? In fact, we have to see these things as per the usage and claim of the Empire, that they are Godhead's purported nation and kingdom. First we have to ask them: how they could reconcile the words dominion and kingdom when they in fact are synonymous with each other? They would reply back; 'it depends on whoever rules it.' Yea, it is true (Matthew 19), but we should ask them whether they could really be worthy of the election of being Godhead's people. They could try to hack up again the Scriptures as they already do, but they can never prove honestly in their deeds (Matthew 7) if not in their words, that they are worthy of their claims to be true. In fact we already surrendered to Empire many times, because we have taken up the cross of atoning for their sake. And yes, we are not giving it up. In the official public written reports of the Empire's April 22 and May 20,27-28, 2017 sorties, they had reiterated that they 'will not give up their Empire membership.' Surely that's their word against our Ka Sykes and Ka Angel (Luke 10, Matthew 7,10,28, 1 John 1, John 13,20-21). As for us we have already said that saved sinners as we are (John 4,6-8), we are the better version of the Empire: 'they go from strength to strength, the Godhead of hosts will be found in Zion.' (Isaiah 40) Can the Godhead be found now in Empire? Absolutely not! (Ezekiel 11) it just happened that you went out of the Empire (2 Corinthians 3-4,6, Hebrews 6,11, Revelation 18) and that you're into a far more greater covenant which is us (Hebrews 1-5,7-10,12-13, John 8-12). Let's kindly and courageously denote the backdrop of the Empire's usage and claims of our distinguished men's words: April 22 really fits in for the whole Empire to rally on behind their activities against our populist drive: April 21 is Elizabeth the 2nd's birthday and you all know how blood-thirsty is not only her, but her entire family and horde of spies. As our comrades declared already, April 21 is the anniversary of the city of Rome which hosts the Vatican, kin of the Empire's British house (Ephesians 2,6, Judges 8-9), and April 22 a worship day for Jezebels like Elizabeth the 2nd. Not to mention the Empire being pabebe of course, they sent Edward to Wales, which sounds like 'wailing' and that really sounds also like the Empire's hybrid Jewish agenda (Daniel 5, Revelation 2-3, Ezekiel 38-39,8, Romans 9-11,2-3, James 2) but as the Empire themselves admitted, it is only yours truly, through my private writings way back then, taking from Edward's earlier writings for the Commondominion (2 Corinthians 12), and not the Empire, that confirmed Edward as a sign of Jonah, or a whale, due to his size. You could see by that how we are ready to concede to any Empire discourse as long as our stance is not compromised of course and as long as we save people like Edward (1 Timothy 1, 1 Corinthians 9, Proverbs). But not that I demand back any favor, but this Empire misconstrued this divine revelation that I was only able by Godhead to give to the whole Empire (Zechariah 1) as sadly a passport to continually do more evil against you (Jeremiah 2). How further Empire denoted their agenda in fooling people? They had staged a false flag debate as they would usually do, in South Dakota on April 21. The Empire men who holds Edward, in this instance, had secretly struck deal with the Empire man they are with (Proverbs 1) on that instance, James White (so shameful that he's named after some of our men here) and they could not admit it lest people join us here instead hence they settled declaring that it was rather a draw and that they are both winners in the purported 'debate'. This false flag is part of a comprehensive Empire thrust of self-persecution to mislead people and confuse them that their pretending-to-be-us churches are purportedly not Empire. Why this Empire could no longer claim to be truly of us and the Godhead (1 Chronicles, 1 John 2,4)? We would quote again from Colossians 1, on one of the Empire's further claims (Acts 8,13,16,19), specifically of those in British soil: the Power itself (Matthew 27, Acts 7) of the Godhead: 'may you be filled with Their Mighty, Glorious Strength' (The Living Bible, cited in Empire lecture of June 10,17-18, 2017). But surely Empire does not have it anymore (1 Samuel 4) because they rather opted for Empire heads instead to sit in their midst (Luke 17, 1 Timothy 5, James 1, 1 Samuel 8,16, Revelation 13,17), thus they are the power of darkness referred to here in Colossians 1 (Titus, Acts 26). Hence Christ declared that inasmuch as Empire no longer has divine power (Daniel 9), He exhorts us to spend our energy instead (Colossians 1) to find eternal life (Hebrews 6,10) which we would get only (1 John 5, Ezekiel 11) through the Seal of Godhead which is in Christ (John 6:27 The Message, cited in Empire lecture of April 30-May 7, 2017) or through the ministry of the Administration of the Commondominion of Christ which has the Power of the Holy Spirit (John 6 Today's English Version 1992, Revelation 7, Ephesians 1,4, Matthew 12). As we already denoted, Christ Himself shown being the Lamb of Godhead that both us have election here together as one Commondominion of Christ, and that our divine election would not be possible here without you and all our comrades and colleagues such as Ka Sykes (1 Corinthians 9:2 Amplified Bible, Revelation 14,18-20). But Empire could claim: 'if there are yokebearers who are female and the Male Christ represents them, then does it mean that Christ is a sodomist?' Godhead forbid! In fact, we have some branch churches, one of them in Australia, that declared that in the Godhead, all Male Members- the Father, Son and Spirit, has Their Respective Female Counterparts and it could not be that One of Them is a sodomist nor a feminist hence (Revelation 2-3,10-12,22). In fact should Empire still claim their readings last August 20 about the Canaanite women, Empire would be so shattered to know that Christ could be gleaned rather as a sexist because as you could notice, He does not immediately respond to the woman's cries but is rather testing her faith or in other words, whether she's going to agree with Christ and join His Commondominion (John 6) to the full (John 11, Luke 6,18). Notice further: the Canaanite woman is not a sodomist. She has a son whom she implores for to Christ. She could not get it outside marriage (1 Kings 3, Psalm 90, Sirach 24). She's not a feminist, because she does not want instant self gratification as the Empire's agenda proponents advance for themselves. And with that she's not a racist, because she does not get it immediately, hence she's not in a race or a hurry unlike this Empire jumping verses (Isaiah 53) just to fit in 33 Sundays of ordinary obligation (Ecclesiastes, Habakkuk 2, Proverbs 4, Isaiah 40, Matthew 14), rather she is patient (James 5) and persistent. And Christ would often tell the women- as well as men- who approach Him to sin no more (John 5,8). Hence, Christ declares that this Empire who wants to keep their monarchial grip on us -the 'sons of the kingdom'- as we could also see with the Empire's usage of Matthew 13 (yet Empire jumped over [as in on their refusal to take heed on the recent #GodBigDay eclipse {Exodus 32}] Romans 11 referral [Jacob 5-6] and Matthew 15's 'all plants Godhead never did [referring to Empire] shall be uprooted [hence Empire's claim of Jeremiah 32 [July 26, 2015] is shattered too]), must go out and give way to us (Matthew 8), the 'kingdom of His beloved Son'. What the Empire claims, we now have instead here. We are called Common because we need to remind ourselves here that we are only but saved sinners (Galatians 2,6) given the rare opportunity (Ephesians 5) to be in equal standing before Godhead (Matthew 5-7) as the Empire claims (Zechariah 14, Ezekiel 22, Leviticus 11) and to stand up for the Godhead wherein the Empire refused: ' we were given share in the inheritance of the saints who dwell in the light' (Colossians 1, 2 Corinthians 11, Galatians 1-2). Which takes us to another verse used in the April 22, 2017 lecture: 'that the Jews and the Gentiles be all within one body that is the Church of Christ…' (Ephesians 3 Last Days Bible)Jews wanted a monarchy (1 Samuel 8), Gentiles rather want a republic (Acts 17). The Commondominion of Christ is both a republic (of Heaven, said Ka Pullman) and a monarchy but it is not ours but of the Godhead alone (1 Corinthians 1-10), hence it is only here that Ephesians 3 is fulfilled. How further Ephesians 3 is seen in us rather than in the Empire? Here's what the Empire-held Central Archives has to say concerning the pioneering work of the scion of our governing succession line, Felix Manalo: 'It was this sort of religious disunity that prompted Felix to search for the true faith. He carefully and thoroughly analyzed every doctrine of various sects and compared them with biblical doctrine. Divinely inspired, he finally found the truth.' (Pasugo May-June 1985 page 15) We could see in this passage how Felix in his time welcomed any doctrine that will not be religiously correct but rather outrageous to make the Empire too furious. In likewise manner, we here gathered preachers and churches from all over the world who are #BraveEnough to contend for your sake before the Empire (Colossians 1, Ezekiel 16,19,31). How can Empire say that (1 Kings 11-12, 2 Samuel 19-20) the Messenger has to do nothing with us? In fact, Empire admitted most lately that to quote them, in spite of all accolades that they received publicly (Ecclesiastes 1-2), they still haven't got the divine commissioning of the Godhead which is why they're so furious to make grandstand showing before Godhead and men (Matthew 15,5-7,23). Meanwhile, the very selfsame Central Archives tells us further that Felix's son Erano furthermore point out (Matthew 1-4, Revelation 14) to this present truth we have now: he had the city where I'm at now to be featured in 2 consecutive issues (Proverbs 4) of the Pasugo: March-April and May-June 1993. Notice: these issues are just in time as Ka Sykes was born (John 11, Revelation 11). But Empire could still claim, 'if Zion is the kingdom of Godhead, and if we are the sons of the kingdom to be spammed out in Matthew 8 (Job 18, Revelation 2-3) as Joseph revealed that would be with Edward (me citing Luke 11), then that makes us to be the only ones to be saved come September 23, because Revelation 12 talks about the daughter of Zion!' (Revelation 12,20, Deuteronomy 20, Ecclesiastes 9-12,3-4) Empire, had you already forgot that you already surrendered claims to your 'No Middle Ground' which you use in discredit of us since your Baal Festival last December? And you would often quote Revelation 3 as the pitfall of those who are in middle ground (December 19-22, 2013-2014), and you yourself said that Edward, the man we taken out of you (Psalm 78) would be spit out as well. And when you tried to claim it again on Edward's May 13,20-21, 2017 lecture you in fact surrendered claims to Revelation 7:2 because you coerced Edward to render Hebrews 10:39 New Living Translation in a bad light both as self persecution in aid of Diocletianites and as well against us as per your purported sealing ministry: 'seal their fate' (faith in Empire word [Isaiah 65]). Remember that those who would be spit out (Ephesians 5, John 15) will be going to wail, or 'whale' out (Matthew 8). But you would claim Malachi 3, that we were the ones purportedly saying against thee: 'what use is this that we wail before Godhead?' Let me continually tell you Empire, that we love check and balance, and that we are so glad (Acts 4-5) sharing these to people even though it would only appear that we're defeated out of discourse because what we are only after here is to tell people (John 3, Acts 5) about the things you would only hate to share unto them (1 Corinthians 4, James 2,4, Acts 2-3, Zephaniah 3, Isaiah 28-29,22). So how about you hence? What (Psalm 14,36,52) do you only love is trying to usurp our fiscalizing clause, such as conceding to any discourse (1 Kings 11-12) and atoning for your sakes. We could prove Empire, that as Malachi 3 states, the whole Empire has turned away from Godhead hence the sin of one of your branch is the sin of all others as well, just as what Edward implied for your sake in a letter quoting 1 Corinthians 12 just after a calamity (Deuteronomy 24, Ezekiel 18). In fact (Revelation 2-3, 1 Kings 18) you had distorted the reckon of chapter and verse numbers in the Bible, therefore making it hard for people to navigate across the Scriptures, only because you hate us opening up the Scriptures for their sake (Luke 24, Acts 1-7). (In one instance you made our Edward be convinced that your reckoning of the Scriptures in the Bible of the Filipino People [Tagalog version of the Christian Community Bible] is perfect and proper, when he quoted the mis-versed Psalms there.) In fact also (1 Corinthians 4, 2 Chronicles 20) you hate that you undergo check and balance yet you are happy to pretend wielding such if only to mislead people further away from us. You mis-versed Malachi 3 too in the Bible of the Filipino People (Christian Community Bible) and here's what Malachi 3 in that very rendering of yours has this to say about you: 'what use is this that we closely supervise (2 Corinthians 5, Matthew 17) ourselves in temperance and self-control?' To be an unstoppable work of Godhead does not already mean that you're going to stop taking heed of the way you walk, right? (Luke 10-12, 1 Corinthians 10, Ezekiel 9, Revelation 11,14, 1 Peter 4) Now further your way of being spit out is rather negative because only those who are outside can only get mere stories and not the full truth about Godhead's Kingdom (Mark 4:11 Easy to Read Version). You have (Matthew 15) already (Romans 1) set aside (Matthew 6) breaking out your lectures publicly in aid of mundane testimonials (Colossians 2) so how can you still stay in the Kingdom of Godhead? So how Empire can no longer claim their sealing ministry in Revelation? They are further using this as a passport too, as they say (Matthew 25, Revelation 20, Hosea) in hoarding up biblical knowledge away from you. (Daniel 12, Revelation 1,22, Acts 4,22,26). We could furthermore denote the other lectures they made our Edward to preach in their honor so that we may get close to this point. Notice again the settings of his April 22 lecture: April 21 birthday of Rome, which invokes falsely the Apostle Peter, which they say to be the rock of the Empire (Genesis 49). Days before Empire sent Edward to Flintshire, Wales, Empire reported that their local team has already been in a place in the British Republic named 'Peterborough' as preparation (Luke 24, Galatians 4). May 20,27-28, 2017: Empire again invoked being endtime Daniel, first time they did so was on April 18, 2015, Ka Sykes' birthday a week (Daniel 9) after the Commondominion was reestablished out of the Empire. 'They sealed the rock opening of the den so that nothing would be ever changed about Daniel's fate.' (Daniel 6) So if Empire makes Hebrews 10 in bad taste, that means Daniel, Commondominion man, was perditioned too (Lamentations 3, 2 Timothy 2, Psalm 35,70,40,15,115,135-136,24). And yet they would still both claim and discredit their very own New Living Translation just like what they did on April 21, 2017! April 22, 2017 was rendered in Flintshire, Wales, and the place's name denotes a rock. April 21, 2017, Empire staged false flag in South Dakota, that does not only contain the well-known rock memorial to the 4 US Presidents (Revelation 6-9), but also Standing Rock (notice the name) where they had sent too one of our fellow comrades here. We are mentioning these names because the Empire had also invoked earlier this year the claim and usage of the Godhead being their 'mighty rock of strength', but we in our previous posts, which you can be able to check out if you are going to spend the rest of your day taking my page as your while-away read, had declared that Empire could no longer claim any biblical positive denotement of rocks because these only serve as hindrance or stumbling blocks (Jeremiah 23, Ezekiel 18) in the work of the Commondominion (John 12, Psalm 37). Remember that the Empire gave Britain the symbol of a lion (Commondominion: Genesis 49; Empire: 1 Peter 5). Daniel was thrown into a lion's den, and Empire made Edward portray that as 'very evil for the Empire's heads to be thrown out into the den of lions.' First, Empire, that proves that you hate furthermore how our English brethren the world over confirm our election (Judges 14-15, 1 Corinthians 10-16,5-6). Second, how would you reconcile that with your misquote of Hebrews 10:39 NLT? How then can your faith be strong if you can't seal it by the way with the Holy Spirit because you're going to be perditioned by the way (John 17, Luke 18, Romans 5)? But if we here are made such, then it's only part of our atoning (Romans 8) for your sake. Surely our comrades are true when they said that we seal by the way we unmark, and that Judgement Day would only come if Empire stop sealing (2 Peter 3). Let's just denote first, Empire, what you staged at Standing Rock before our comrade (Revelation 13,17) whom you sent there. You made it as issue there that water must continually flow there and not oil. Similar instance is seen in another place named Flint, this time is in Michigan (Daniel 11, Matthew 14, Revelation 16,10-11,22). In spiritual sense, both water and oil are integral to the Commondominion, symbolizing purity and revelation (Exodus 17, Psalm 114), and 1 Kings 17 puts it together to symbolize the divine election of yokebearers: 'Cherith east of Jordan' denoting our yokebearers named Jordan and our Lady Brittany Nicole Cherry-Karminyan (1 Kings 18-19). Purity and revelation such as this could only flow out of the Commondominion (Ephesians 2, Judges 7, Daniel 2, Revelation 8-9) and should the Empire also be a rock of Godhead, purity and revelation, and hence, yokebearers, would be only going out of or getting away from them (Jeremiah 6-7,50-51, Isaiah 43,24,1-2,58, Revelation 16) to deliver the (Isaiah 55,45-46) purpose of yokebearers' existence which is to belong to us (Ephesians 1,3, Exodus 15,12, 1 John 5, Matthew 16,18, Isaiah 51,35,41). In fact, you had said, though with a bit of grudge and hence wooing, (Matthew 20) that this is only because Godhead is flooding us with Their Power due to our honesty and meekness before Them here (John 5,9), you said, citing Edward's lecture of September 29, 2012, which you relayed on November 15, 2015 which is our anniversary here since 1913, and by the way my baptism into the Constantinians in 2008 (Daniel 9, Ezekiel 9), that 'the new rock is river, and the new river is rock.' Hence, even though you could claim Revelation 16:12 to be happening instead against us, as per your usage, (Genesis 50, Deuteronomy 31-34) you are instead, as I have said says ago, also be drying up in the way that your usage of rocks, and hence claim of yokebearers, would be no longer divinely-approved (2 Timothy 2), and as per the Scriptures, the divine election of (Genesis 22) our comrades here, and hence Ka Nathaniel is confirmed (1 Corinthians 15, Psalm 42-43) because me, Ka Sykes, and even Ka Hailee Steinfeld, has fathers altogether named 'Peter' (Genesis 5-9, John 21), as per Empire's claim to the said apostle (Galatians 2, 1 Corinthians 9,15). Now if Empire would still claim that it is only unto them that eternal life must be spent all energies for, then everybody must know now that they only made Edward to read so because of Empire agenda: to promote the Constantinians and discredit our leader, Empire erected Ed Sheeran as mascot and ambassador for Edward (Luke 13, Ephesians 2, Daniel 5, Matthew 5,16,3,24, Job 27), which happened to be our leader's brother only that the Empire was able then to get Edward away from Ka Nathaniel, which we call here fondly as Ka Angel. Sheeran has songs like 'Barcelona' and the one that has the lyrics 'spending my life falling deeper in love with you'. Edward read John 6:27 MSG for the Empire in Barcelona itself, April 30-May 7, 2017 (not to mention his ordination day falls on the same day as the anniversary of Australia's parliament, May 9. [1 Samuel 18-31]). Why by the way we, as in river or Sykes, Cherith and Jordan (Acts 2, Revelation 10-12,22), are implied to be the 'new rock'? Because of course Godhead demands of us to be of broken and contrite hearts (Ezekiel 17,24,37) as we (Zephaniah 3) rebuild out of (Nehemiah 2-3) Their given chance for us to be Their new nation (Isaiah). We would get further confirming now from the Empire's reports of that May 20,27-28, 2017 lecture: they made special mentioning emphasis on the following names: 'Zachariah Bartholomew.' Zachariah denotes (Daniel 12, Nahum, Obadiah 1) the Commondominion martyr (2 Chronicles 26), the prophet (Zechariah 1-3,6), and father of another Commondominion martyr (Luke 1, Matthew 14) which happened to be also a yokebearer in the way of his clothes (Mark 1, Revelation 11, Zephaniah 1, Joel). Martyr- the lecture was delivered in France, now placed by the Commondominion under the British flag in account that the Empire's British quarters are kin with those on France (Philippians 1-2, Hebrews 5-6, Matthew 12,16,18, 1 John 5) where we had just commemorated the Jubilee of the Empire slaying many of our brethren there on August 24, 1572 (Revelation 2-3,7,12-20, Hebrews 11-12). Of course Bartholomew denotes Ka Sykes and hence Ka Angel. 'Alexander Dumas, count of Monte-Cristo'. Duma- denotes our Russian brethren and fellow yokebearers. Alexander (Daniel 8)- martyred and usurped by Empire (1 Timothy 1,4, 2 Timothy 4, Matthew 23-24) citing Revelation 11, which Empire also invokes for France. Monte-Cristo denotes my first surname 'Delmonte' (I work now under a Sylvania Pen-name [Revelation 2-3, Philippians]) and the Lamb, Christ. Hence it is us who has the prophetic office of Daniel (Remember that Daniel was twice in the lion's den, so Godhead does commission all over again [2 Corinthians 1,11, Psalm 18, Bel and the Dragon 1, Romans 10, 1 Corinthians 9] and that He commissioned us when the Empire failed Him). And why? Because as we said, we believe in check and balance, unlike what the Empire claims against us (Isaiah 48-49, 1 Corinthians 1-2). We are built on all positive things Scriptures can tell about rocks, but we know our limits and should we persist beyond it we would be only in the losing end (2 Peter 1-2), hence (Luke 12,16) we are described to be tent built on the Rock of Godhead (Psalm 27:4-5 Easy to Read Version [Matthew 7, 1 Samuel 17, 2 Samuel 1, Isaiah 2]) and not as already concrete, because the tent refer to our bodies (2 Corinthians 5) or our yokebearing (1 Corinthians 3,6). Being the Body of Christ (Ephesians 5, John 15) we here at Commondominion of Christ cares for yokebearers, there can be no good reason in anyway that we must usurp them like what the Empire has already did to them because these yokebearers being yokebearers made us as Christ's Body. This Empire hence must accept that yokebearers need us. If Empire can supply (Philippians 4, Matthew 6) yokebearers' material needs yet fail them in their spiritual needs, then yokebearers need us because we are supplying, or rather making up, what the Empire (Acts 12,5) had denied these yokebearers with (John 6, Matthew 4, Deuteronomy 8). Empire themselves (Romans 10, Isaiah 28-30) admitted that when they declared a draw in their South Dakota false flag (Deuteronomy 15,28, Isaiah 44, Revelation 1,11,22, Daniel 12, James 2). All their men whom they sent there are nonetheless named after some of us as we earlier pointed out to you: they sent somebody there named after me, Joseph, and they sent James White: Sykes, Putin, Whiteside. Let us be hence (Psalm 68) the Omega where the Empire becomes the Alpha (Amos 6, Isaiah 5). Let us be here the Spirit (Revelation 1, Ephesians 1,4) where the Empire claims their 'Truth is power' (John 4, Colossians 1-2, Ephesians 4, 1 Peter 4,2, 1 Thessalonians 1). Also, the lecture of June 10,17-18, 2017 was delivered in an Empire that both though bears name of Sheeran ('sever' or 'divide'), palpably bears also Sykes: 'S-18'. In my previous post I told you how Ka Woodley had attested to Ka Sykes' birthday. And also notice Psalm 27:4 ETRV: 'They shall bring me up to Their place of safety' (Psalm 42-43). This only confirms that the Commondominion shall not deny you the (Deuteronomy 19) places of safety (John 14, Matthew 25,16) that we prepared just for you in time for next month. You could only be ensured that you can get no such thing as this in Empire, because they rather dismiss the warning of repentance driven by the recent eclipse. What else proves that we must altogether stand beside each other against any Empire aggression? What furthermore of our work and common heritage proves our divine election and how further Empire confirms it? We mentioned Standing Rock. We said our comrade Ka Woodley was sent there by Empire. We said that she confirmed us in a lot of instances. Relating to her we have another fellow named Ka Elgort. Concerning him the Scriptures testified (Acts 13): 'the Day of the Lord shall come like a Thief in the night…' Further our fellow comrades declared him to have the spirit of those who are only able (1 John 1) to get inside (Matthew 15) the Promised Land (Numbers 14). His name even sounds like our leader's nickname. This Empire is doing a big deal of indicting us as thieves, but Ka Elgort (Matthew 27, 2 Corinthians) just only proved not only our atoning ministry but also our fulfilling of Revelation 11: remember that Empire indicts our leaders here as thieves, and that we seal people with Godhead by unsealing the Empire away from them. Our leaders' names Mark (Nathaniel's another brother, also caught up by Empire) and Ferdinand Marcos, are related to each other. Ka Angel and Ka Mark altogether initially fulfilled the 2 Witnesses of Revelation 11 before Empire caught Ka Mark, so I have to fill up his place alongside our leader (not to mention April 25, memorial of Apostle Mark, is near April 21-22, as per Revelation 13,17 in Empire). Marcos (Isaiah 45-46,48-51) was born September 11, when our Ka Angel took power as our leader here, and when our Jordan-named yokebearers were likewise inducted. Marcos died September 28, when a typhoon named 'Millennium' was recorded to hit my country (Luke 12). This Millennium of course denotes the election of our fellow yokebearers who has a facility named palpably as such (Matthew 25, Revelation 20) but of course we cannot forget, but will rather hold as accountable, this Empire for reestablishing their British quarters in time for New Year 2000 (Job 31, Ezekiel 8,35,38-39, Revelation 16,14). How further we English people are all denoted in prophecy? Matthew 19 speaks on its hand (Proverbs 2) about multiple thrones, declaring our backup reserve clause (Genesis 41,49) and our atoning ministry (Revelation 20,6,15). This speaks about our fellows Madden, Claflin, Merchant, Manlove, Wiles, Zavlaski, Dakota Blue, Pullman, Desplat, Tolini, Young, Lopapa and Emilia, among others (Ephesians 1-2, Matthew 10). What furthermore prophecy? Isaiah 63: 'Thou art our Father and Potter.' Of course this does not imply necessary about the names of the British Empire's mascots of witchcraft and wizardry (Deuteronomy 13), because we are in fact on work of shattering them all (Psalm 2). Instead, we would get (1 Corinthians 9) these names from the Empire itself: Lily and James (again), denoting our comrades Ninette Thomson and Kinnaird Taptiklis (Acts 9, Joshua 2, 1 Kings 8, Psalm 138,75-76). How about all others who are with Ka Woodley? (Revelation 7, Isaiah 22) How they are implied in Scriptures? Remember that Zion is usually implied to be up north (Isaiah 49, Psalm 48), and we could say the same for Ka Bill Skarsgard, who is from Scandinavia (Hosea 5,12, 2 Kings 2, Genesis 49, Isaiah 41). Also, Lady Zoe Kravitz's name denotes also the name of Zion (Psalm 87, 1 John 5) and Lady Nadia Hilker's linage denotes how Luther set forth (Revelation 14,16) for the creation of the restored Zions in both British Republic and United Saints (John 3, Ezekiel 23,16,19,20, Micah 4, Isaiah 42,59). Further, Ka Douglas Booth (Matthew 14, Revelation 16) is denoted in Isaiah 4,30, Zechariah 14 and Micah 4 (Ezekiel 4, Revelation 8-10, Exodus 12, Isaiah 1-2,58). Why we are now bringing forth their names? (Isaiah 61,28-29,37) Because it is the Godhead's desire that (Hosea 6, Joel, Psalm 119,32,51) none of our fellow yokebearers be lost or perditioned by Empire (John 6,3,17), hence we here contend for you lest the Empire (Job 1-2) strike against you in any means (Revelation 6-7, Psalm 105-113,91,89,72,127-129,124, Ezekiel 18, Philippians 2, 2 Timothy 2, Matthew 8-9,12, 2 Kings 2,13, Hebrews 5-6) and we in turn exhort you to do all things with us (1 Peter 4, Colossians 1, Ephesians) inasmuch as the Empire can never respect you in any way; with this revelation we have received (Matthew 10) on all our comrades and colleagues and the implications that come with it we all the more prove (Isaiah 52, Hebrews, Colossians) that the Empire could no longer claim anything they find on Scriptures (Isaiah 8-9,28-30, Micah 2-3). Furthermore pertaining to Ka Sykes, Empire has implied on their official written report of the Flintshire sermon the lighthouses in Wales. It could be well recalled that the Empire had a occult service attacking our allies in India, China (Matthew 2), and even specifically you and our other fellow yokebearers in Canada and New Zealand, on July 23-24, 2016 on an area in manila, near the mouth of the Pasig River (Revelation 12) where a lighthouse stands. July 23 is of course when we all, led by Ka Angel, went out of the Empire in 2015 (Genesis 8-9). As further for yours truly and Ka Angel, our Archives reveal this: On May 5, 1985 (wherein the Empire's Japanese quarters honor their children through flying fish flags: me being young, I declaring the sign of Jonah, and us being a standard and ensign to the nations [Luke 17, Exodus 18-19, Deuteronomy 32-34, Revelation 11,17, Jeremiah 50-51, Isaiah 49,5,11,62,24]), Edward received his theological degree. On May 10 that year Ka Angel was photographed (Sheeran) to be with a fellow named James (Psalm 68, Genesis 49), hence denoting the name 'Nathan James Sykes' (Psalm 27). 14 days later (May 24, which will later turn out this year to be near another false flag by the Empire's British quarters [Isaiah 3, Jeremiah 7]: Empire conducted similar activities on June 3-4, official secret relay of their May 28, 2017 service. May 28 Flag Day in the Empire's Manila quarters, hence further denoting [Micah 4-5, Revelation 13-15,18-22] Empire is in doing false flag operations. May 28, 2017 conducted in South Korea, Japan's Empire kin [Job 27,31, Ezekiel 8, Revelation 7,11,19,16,8-9]) Ka Angel's father held a special service for his employees (Genesis 32). Notice the number 14- that denotes Joseph (Genesis 41), and that hence denotes me. In this May 24, 1985 service he gave out honors to 92 workers (Matthew 20-25, Luke 10, Revelation 20). As in this year, Ka Sykes turned (2 Samuel 12) 24 years old, and it has been 25 years since he was conceived by his parents, July 1992, the 78th year of the Commondominion's civil registration on earth (Hebrews 12, Matthew 14-15, 2 Samuel 7,22-24, Psalm 92,85,65,15,24,40,51,32, Isaiah 54,60, Ezekiel 28,31,40-48). In this instance Empire has held all yokebearers (Revelation 8-9) in Barcelona, which saw action to Empire agenda using Edward for Sheeran wanton against Lady Alys Shee months ago (Ezekiel 28,31, 1 Samuel 17, Revelation 22, 2 Peter). But we must recall that I too was at another locale named Barcelona on the same day Edward was at the locale named as such (Revelation 5, Jeremiah 27, Amos 7, 1 Kings 13,20, 2 Kings 23). We must also recall that the Empire had just admitted today even citing (trying perhaps to woo her, Godhead forbid) Lady Jillian Davis whom we mentioned long ago to confirm us on this (Psalm 89, Matthew 16-19) that we all here have just 'satisfactorily' met the requirement (Matthew 27-28, Daniel 6) of Romans 11 and hence is now referred to by Empire as those who fulfilled the following phrases: 'who knows the mind of Godhead? Who dared successfully to give Them advice?' Of course we would not be taking advantage of this (1 Corinthians 9) but of course this is fully too much for us to digest in (Revelation 2-3) that Godhead now forces this Empire to confirm us right at their faces just days before our evacuation to the places of safety. (Genesis 26, Job 12, Psalm 46,66,33,144,103, Isaiah 22,28-35,51,45-46,9,49,40) Of course you rather must take heed to these because Godhead will not allow, in all Their Supreme Might between us and the Empire, that any Empire act to distort you may win, hence you must take full opportunity of this (Galatians 6, Ephesians 4-5, 1 Corinthians 7) and tell people about what we can do here for their sake. How about you? Where are you denoted at? Let's quote further the Empire: an Ethiopian eunuch just came from Jerusalem when a Commondominion official named Apostle Philip came to proselyte him about Christ's Lamb clause after the eunuch said that he wanted Philip to show him the proper way of understanding the Scriptures (Acts 8 Amplified Bible Classic 2015, 1 Corinthians 15 Easy to Read Version, Psalm 16 Contemporary English Version). We have once denoted how both Philip the Deacon and Philip the Apostle, thorough the Quinner sisters, our fellow yokebearers (Acts 21, Revelation 6-9) had denoted once more the 2 Witnesses fulfilled here in your Commondominion, as in the words of one of our very own, Edward Elliot, 'constitute two bands of witnesses: the loosely organized leaders and the formally-organized yokebearers' (Matthew 10, Luke 11, Jeremiah 26, Hebrews 11, Micah 2-3, Revelation 8,14-15,18-22). How we could know that we here in fact are the ones showing the way to people? First, we build on this (1 Corinthians 15 Easy to Read Version), hence we cited to you about how Zion and rocks are fulfilled in us. But we mentioned earlier that Empire also claims such, hence we were given the prophetic office of the River of Life- Sykes, Jordan, Cherith. We must notice here that our Rock is not on sinking sand not only because we don't do false flag as in Sandy Hook (Revelation 12,20, 1 Timothy 3, 2 Corinthians 3-4), or abuse yokebearers in order to shoot and kill people just like what Empire does to Ladies Amy Yakima, Melanie Moore and Eliana Girard (1 Samuel 1-4, 2 Samuel 5-7, Matthew 14) but because we (1 Corinthians 12, John 15, Ephesians 5) have Ka Grundhofer with us to denote the positive biblical denotement of 'ground' (1 Corinthians 3,1 Timothy 3, Matthew 16, Revelation 7) which of course the Empire has bred contempt for (Proverbs 3) through their discredit against us of 'No Middle Ground' (Zephaniah 1-2, Habakkuk 1-2, Psalm 73,55,59), while we have as well our Ka Arrigo (John 12, Matthew 12) to denote how (Ephesians 2,6) Godhead continually keeps us grounded as well (Isaiah 11,41,65-66, Habakkuk 3, Daniel 2, John 12, Mark 12, Luke 7, 1 Peter 5, 2 Peter, Psalm 37) in spite of Empire luring (Matthew 4, Philippians 2, Psalm 66 Living Bible). Now for us to wash away (Job 7,14) any Empire claim on rocks and Zion, and even on fulfilling Revelation 16:12, we have this to say: The 6th Bowl tells us that the kings came from the Far East. Luke 11, which also talks about Ethiopia (Isaiah 56,18), tells us that their queen came from 'the ends of the earth'. Acts 8 says the eunuch came from Zion and is returning to Ethiopia (Isaiah 43,52, Acts 2-3, Amos 9, Jeremiah 30, Psalm 126, Obadiah 1). All these eschatological terms are claimed by Empire. Notice this though: the Ethiopian queen came from the south, and not from the east, hence (Isaiah 41, Daniel 11, Luke 5, Romans 5,8, 1 Corinthians 1-2, John 16, Acts 17) shattering any Empire claims of exclusivisity in prophecy (Psalm 107). That of course does not denigrate the fact that our most beloved Australia is on the edge of the Far East yet its name means 'south' (Isaiah 54,43). Not to mention Ka Angel-Jordan Accession Day, September 11 is one day before the Ethiopian New Year (Revelation 6-9,19,16) which turns out to be our referendum day. We ensure you that should you decide to stay with the Empire and deny all that we stand for here, you will be no less than what Godhead has swore (Deuteronomy 6) to meet the Empire's claims on the eschatology of the Far East (Isaiah 19): 'blackened light' (Luke 11, Joshua 23-24, Matthew 23-24, Jeremiah 12-13, Isaiah 13-14,10,34, Ezekiel 32, Malachi, Psalm 50). As for the Empire's claims on the eschatology of the 'ends of the earth': Empire confirmed last year about Finland being the northern land of the endtimes. Years back, Empire already named Chile the southern land of the endtimes. Both has yokebearers in it. (Not to mention Austria, also meaning 'south', beside Switzerland, where Empire made a carnage against yokebearers June 1, 2016.) We have allies besides respective countries: Bolivia (which we declared as the new prophetic Far West on September 13, 2015) and Russia (the new prophetic Bethlehem). As for Denmark, which denotes again Daniel 6's rock seal, let me tell this Empire that Greenland denotes both my country's national hero's and home province's name, which was later on conferred unto me by my parents (Isaiah 63-64,51), and hence I solemnly testify that Greenland testifies about me and that it belongs to the United Saints: its original name signifies (Haggai 2) Ka Henri Kaalund and Ladies Sylvania Pen (Isaiah 10,41,22), Kirsten Wicklund (Isaiah 42,24, Psalm 60,94), Nicki Loud (Isaiah 52,40, Jeremiah 45-51, Ezekiel 7), Lindsay Leuschner (John 10-12) and Maycee Steele (Isaiah 60), compatriots of Lady Nadia Hilker (Malachi 3). I say these because that original name also denotes the Tagalog rendering of Genesis 3:15: 'papag-aalitin ko' (I shall put enmity between the Empire and the Commondominion, to be signified by their respective children.' I'm (2 Corinthians 8-9) the spiritual son of yokebearers: aside from my father and sister being named after Peter, and my other sister named near Ka Angel, my mother is named after Ladies Jasmine Wright and Melrose (Job 1-2,42, Matthew 2, Revelation 1-3,7,12,14, Ephesians 2-3,6, Song of Solomon 2, Philippians 2). Ka Henri Kaalund often uses water in his pieces, hence confirming our prophetic office as the Water of Life (1 Corinthians 12) that shall (Proverbs 4) harness all Australian arid lands to be places of safety for all yokebearers (Psalm 37,103, Ezekiel 34,36-37,9). Most beloved yokebearers, especially in Australia, inasmuch as we in undeserving indelible grace has been entrusted all these exceedingly great and precious promises, I most solemnly charge each and every one of you, on behalf of our beloved Brother Nathaniel and our whole family team elsewhere, in honor of all who went before us and for the sake of those to come, in the Overcoming Name of the Godhead, and in account (2 Thessalonians) of our most blessed office as yokebearers (Ephesians 3) to slay everything that the Empire hurdles you in attempt to hinder your course with us. Never deny this great, gracious Godhead Who dared not to give a second thought bringing all of us here under the wings of Their astounding foreknowledge, as we have proven in this study. Godhead stands by all Their promises to us, how much more us? I'm only your unworthy mere bondservant. Hence let's prove to Godhead that we love Them over and over again above all, beyond ourselves. Let's not betray our duty as yokebearers, let's not allow ourselves to live for the rest of our lives unworthy of our calling (Genesis 19, 1 Timothy 3, Galatians 2, Psalm 135-136,112-119) due to our being coward to stand up against the Empire besieging us on all sides and merely making mockery of the wed life (Haggai 2, Ephesians 1,3). Let us not betray our parents, spouses, co-siblings, children and other loved ones, whose obedience to the final biblical word on marriage has brought you as possible and authentic miracles, for their countenance is something beyond the seen, something peer pressure and public opinion and instant self-gratification could never, ever honor you (1 Peter 1). Yield yourselves fully to the Godhead Who has, is and shall never fail to deliver in all ways for your sake. Come join me here in your Commondominion of Christ and stay with us, get this word out as long as you live (Daniel 12, Philippians 2) inasmuch as by Godhead you had been permitted to read this because I know that Godhead desires all of you to realize your full potential here. I ensure you with all the dancing I do and with all my death for your sake (Hebrews 6) that this full potential can only be realized only if you join me here standing up against the Empire. Vote against sodomy next month and see what the Godhead can do for your life in absolutely all ways unfathomed (Exodus 15, Malachi 3, Isaiah 55). There can be no better way to treat the human will but for us to keep it above all reproach caused by the disintegration of our morals. I pray that Godhead may dwell within you and be your Strength mightier than me, or anything beyond your imagination. 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𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪! (reworked)

important update: I rewrote this fic (favorite Levi piece i’ve ever written) because I've been planning to do so for ages. I remember writing the original version in one night, and it was the most fun I've had writing a fic. I wanted to rewrite it because I knew it could be improved significantly, and in my humble opinion, this version is indeed a million times better! Just like the first time, I had so much fun working on this and making changes to improve the flow, fix typos, and include some extra fluff here and there. If you've read this before, I hope you can give it another try! mwahhh ♡

➸pairings: levi ackerman x (fem) reader

➸synopsis: the one where levi gets you as an assistant against his will and it turns out he needed you more than his company ever did

➸genre: enemies-ish (levi is just levi and y/n doesn’t get him yet) to friends to lovers, pining, modern au, fluff

➸contains: lots of sarcasm (Levi), profanity (again, Levi), mentions of food and eating. if there’s anything i missed pls let me know! Also completely sfw btw (as it usually is)

➸wordcount: 5.7k (updated word count)

➸(original) note: ok so I totally forgot Levi’s bday takes place on christmas so just ignore that fact, thank you :) i really hope you guys enjoy this one, i really enjoyed writing it. like a lot. as in this is my favourite piece i’ve ever written ♡

“Prior work experience?” Mr.Ackerman asks, his dark eyes scanning over you like you’re a puzzle he can’t be bothered to solve.

As the question hangs in the air, you find yourself shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. The impulse to talk with your hands, a habit when you’re feeling nervous, fights for release. You can sense Mr. Stone-face in front of you might not appreciate such animated conversation, or a one-person mime show so you resist the urge. “Well, let’s see,” you start, trying to recall your job history. “I was a sales associate at a retail store, a freelance writer for a few local magazines and websites, a long-term babysitter for three very naughty yet wonderful french children, oh and I briefly worked as a waitress— that was when I was eighteen but—”

The man interrupts you with a dry click of his tongue, his patience clearly wearing thin. “I mean, do you have any experience in this line of work?”

His question catches you off guard, prompting a frown. Isn’t he aware that every job has its messes? You’ve been part of the cleanup crew more times than you can count, and not to mention when you were a babysitter, you had to constantly tidy up after school aged children and the mess that always seems to follow them wherever they go. Whose fault is it that he’s not impressed by your eclectic job history?

Mr. Ackerman pinches the bridge of his nose, cutting through your thoughts, and exhales, “Can you f—cking clean?”

“Of course I can clean,” You snap back, your own patience fraying. “You hired me for this position, right? Besides, I’ve already passed the interview so why this interrogation now?”

Ugh. You were not expecting to get grilled at 8:30 in the morning today. Is this what the onboarding process at Mr. Ackerman’s Cleaning Services looks like?

He looks past you, probably wishing he could swap you with the agreeable plant behind you. “I didn’t hire you, Erwin did,” he clarifies, like that’s supposed to mean something to you. You watch him take a sip from his mug. The way he’s holding the cup intrigues you with his long, slender fingers barely clasping its rim yet he manages it with an effortless grace.

You remembered Erwin during your interview, the handsome blond man with broad shoulders and thick eyebrows. He was the one who asked the majority of the questions while his counterpart remained oddly quiet. Mr. Ackerman did, however, chime in near the end to pester you about how often you washed your hands. You fold your arms across your chest, defensively, “Had no idea you were against the idea of me.”

You remember when you got the position; a quick phone call with Erwin approximately 30 minutes after your interview, where he tells you that you had in fact gotten the job. You felt impressed with yourself. You knew it was the shorter, dark haired man that ran the business, and considering how indifferently he was behaving during the interview, you were already looking at new postings online when your phone rang. Getting the job was like passing a test you thought you had completely bombed.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I was against hiring at all; I don’t need an assistant.” His tone is dismissive, yet his physical state—a sling on his right arm and a fracture boot on his left foot—tells a story of necessity, not choice. You want to teasingly ask how the other guy looks but you bite your tongue instead.

Maybe he’ll share what happened to him over time but for now, you won’t pester him about it. Based on this interaction alone, you know asking him such a personal question is not the best route to go. Mr. Sunshine seems like the type of no-nonsense, stick-in-the-mud that doesn’t appreciate a little conversation to make the day’s work go by faster. Unluckily for him though, you were the opposite of that.

“Mr. Ackerman,” you call out his name uneasily, feeling a mix of dread and embarrassment. Your boss had left you alone to retrieve something and in that time he was gone, you had already made a huge mistake. As Levi comes back into the kitchen, you notice his focus is on trying to put on thick, black sterile gloves instead of your blunder.

“Just Levi,” he corrects you without turning to face you. You grow more nervous.

"Okay, Levi..." You draw out his name, hoping it might soften the blow. "Um, where might one find a mop?"

His turn is cinematic, a perfect pivot of disbelief as his eyes land on the ocean of sticky raspberry lemonade—and you, the unfortunate island at its center. The same lemonade the kind owner of the house you were cleaning left out for you two to drink. The jug, now empty and rolling to a stop at his boot, seems to mock you both. He can’t seem to peel his eyes away from it.

“I was gone for five f—cking seconds.” The utter shock in his voice, evident.

“I didn’t peg you as a lemonade type of guy. I can make you some more if you’re that sad about it,” you awkwardly quip, trying to ease the tension in the room and failing, pathetically.

Levi's response is flat, "You were supposed to help clean up messes, not create—or become them."

Ouch.

By the end of the shift, Levi ended up doing most of the work which thoroughly impressed you. You’re certain that if he wasn’t limited by his fractured bones, he would cut his cleaning time by, at the very least, half. Still, he completed all the tasks before the client was back and with time to spare at that. Your role, it seemed, was relegated to fetching and carrying— you were simply a mobile extension of his toolkit. Disinfectants, buckets, and other cleaning materials pass from the van to his waiting hand, and your efforts were aimed at being useful, or at least not a speed bump in his way.

Anything Levi could do with one hand and one leg, he’d do it and everything else, he’d at least try. You felt more like a liability than an employee but that only made you more determined to be better next time, you wanted to prove to him that you could actually do your job and be good at it.

You are good at things.

You just needed to mess up a few times first.

Here’s what you know so far about your boss: He's mastered the art of drinking tea while driving, never spilling a drop, even one-handed. His social circle is super tight-knit, featuring exactly two friends—one being Erwin Smith, who you’ve met already, and the other is Hange, who, from your top-notch eavesdropping skills, seems to bear the brunt of Levi's scolding.

And lastly, you’ve learned that Levi's vocabulary is dripping with colorful language.

"That's not clean," comes his voice from behind you, prompting an eye roll before you shove the plate back under the running faucet. A half-hearted swipe with the sponge and a too-forceful toss into the sink's other side result in a loud clash. "Dirty and probably f—cking broken now, too," Levi comments, sounding bored.

"Sorry," you mutter. This marks the first time today he's felt the need to correct you—a personal victory. You've been improving, receiving fewer icy critiques with each passing day. Maybe Levi's just run out of energy for constant corrections, or perhaps he's grown accustomed to your unique... flair. Either way, you're grateful for the silence.

"You're done, brat. Go home."

"Don't you need help with the counters?"

"I got it."

You nod at this, turning off the water and drying your hands on the apron's front-pocket towel, relief washing over you as the day wraps up. You can't help but wonder what Levi does after hours—probably waits for you to leave so he can meticulously re-clean everything. But, you figure, if he really doubted your skills that much, he wouldn't bother waiting for your exit to do it.

"Good job today."

Levi’s words catch you off-guard, nearly causing you to gasp. The Levi Ackerman, offering praise? Have you smelled too many cleaning solutions? Are you imagining things?

He doesn't see your shocked expression, your mouth hanging open in surprise. You quickly stifle a smile. Maybe, just maybe, working with Levi Ackerman won't be the nightmare you had anticipated.

It was uncommon for the Ackerman company to have a client that requested cleaning services for any place other than their home but on some rare instances, the business would get one that would request Levi for a much larger setting.

Today, you two were cleaning hotel rooms.

"I take it this isn't your first rodeo," you comment, noting how Levi, despite being down to just two operational limbs, zips through tasks with astonishing speed. Your job is to vacuum the ugly, vomit green carpet, while Levi single-handedly makes the queen beds look pristine—a feat that seems Herculean.

He signals you over, instructing you to strip the beds so he can check for bedbugs. "I've cleaned here before, yes," he says with a frown, urging you to lift the mattress higher. "No, higher. Y/n. Higher. Are you making fun of my height?"

"No!" you protest, but the smirk on your face betrays you. You could swear you see the corners of Levi's mouth twitch in response. This is the first time you’ve ever seen your boss smile.

Kenny Ackerman, Levi's uncle, is the polar opposite—always grinning and brimming with charm. His visits, armed with homemade lunches for Levi and flirty comments for you, are a welcome break from the norm. Levi, one time catching you staring at the lunch Kenny brought in a brown paper bag, admits his uncle started bringing food over when he first got hurt.

“Is Ken really your uncle, or more like a family friend uncle?" You inquire as you both move to the next suite, settling into a comfortable work rhythm. Levi seems unfazed by your curiosity, which you’ve piqued frequently over the past few weeks.

He ignores your question but raises an eyebrow at you, “Ken?”

You press on, asking if Kenny might be a close friend of his dad’s, given their dissimilar appearances. Levi's reaction to the mention of his father is a clear signal to change the subject.

"Fluff the pillow on your side, brat," he instructs next.

You’re not sure what constitutes fluffing but you attempt to do so anyway by gently pressing down on the soft pillow. You can feel the heat of Levi’s glare torching you but when you look up at him, he looks sort of amused. “What palace were you raised in?”

“Huh?”

“Let me rephrase that then—do you not know what fluffing a pillow is?”

“I just did it!”

“No. What you did was give that pillow a shitty massage. Give it to me.” After you hand it to him, Levi aggressively demonstrates what he wants you to do but it looks awkward because he’s doing it with one arm. “F— ck,” he curses under his breath. “Maybe I should hire an assistant for this shit.”

You can't help but smile, recognizing this interaction for what it is—Levi's way of opening up. These past weeks have shown you that his gruff exterior hides a form of friendly banter, warming you from the inside out whenever you get to experience it.

You’ve actually begun to look forward to Levi’s humour.

Odd.

You have got to stop staring and you know this. It's just whenever he’s preoccupied with something and his concentration is laser focused, you can’t keep your eyes off him. You’ve convinced yourself that this was the safest way you could be semi-creepy and so far, it’s proven to be effective.

Right now, he’s on a very urgent and pressing phone call, at least that’s what it looks like to you. Just the mere thought of Levi taking notice of you gawking at him from above through a crack in the curtains is enough to send you spiralling. And yet here you are...still...

“Y/n, you’re staring.”

Shit.

Thankfully, it's Erwin who catches you, not Levi. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you scramble for an excuse. "No, I w-wasn't. I was j-just—"

Erwin's laughter cuts you off, deep and rich. "It's fine. I stare at him all the time. The difference is he doesn’t cuss you out the way he does me."

Your heart skips a beat. "What do you mean? You think he’s noticed me staring?" You sneak another glance at Levi, who's now expressing his disdain for the caller, blissfully unaware of your current predicament.

"Most definitely. And his silence on the matter is telling," Erwin says with a reassuring smile. But his words leave you more curious than comforted. What does Levi's silence mean? He continues, “It’s his birthday tomorrow since I know he wouldn’t dare tell you. Do what you wish with that information.”

As if he had a special sixth sense that alerted him that he is the topic of discussion upstairs, Levi waltzes into his office and squints with suspicion at the two of you huddled in a hush-hush conversation. “Oi, eyebrows. Don’t you have a vulnerable citizen to harass for their vote somewhere?”

Erwin shakes his head as he laughs. Looking at you, he says, “Don’t listen to him. I’m not a dirty politician.”

“You’re definitely dirty, get off my chair.”

One thing you wonder about when you see these two in action is how they ever became friends. They aren’t exactly drowning in similarities or mutual interests but you couldn’t deny that there is a deep-rooted respect that goes further than what you’re able to decipher. You do know that Erwin owns the entire building and he lets Levi rent office space and storage rooms here but you question which came first: the business relationship or the friendship?

“Before I head out,” Erwin turns to face you, “I can count on your vote, right? For the upcoming election?” He asks, raised eyebrows and all. The surrounding air is filled with his scent. His woodsy cologne is thick but pleasant—it suits him.

Before you’re able to answer, Levi cuts you off, “My office is not a breeding ground for your pathetic campaign efforts.”

“My building.”

“F—ck off.”

You smile at their banter— their exchange is a familiar dance, one you've grown accustomed to observing. But your thoughts are elsewhere, pondering Levi's upcoming birthday. You’re grateful Erwin mentioned it; he’s right, Levi would never share that information himself.

You find yourself wanting to do something for him— maybe get him a gift? What started off as a hostile, awkward work relationship has blossomed into a real friendship and you would never let a friend’s birthday go by without doing a little something special for them.

Levi also is a great boss, who deserves a birthday treat.

Perhaps there’s more to your admiration than you’re willing to admit quite yet.

Arriving at Levi's office early in the morning, you're greeted by the sight of him on his laptop, deeply engrossed in his work, his fingers flying across his keyboard. The morning light catches in his dark hair— the sun rays highlighting his intense gray-blue eyes. You can't help but be captivated as he brushes his hair back with a weary hand. You lose your mind when he does that; he’s blissfully unaware of how mind-blowingly attractive he is.

You linger in the doorway awkwardly, feeling suddenly out of place, reminiscent of a child caught in a mischievous act. When Levi finally notices you, his sigh fills the room. "It’s your day off."

Taking his acknowledgment as an invitation, you step inside, cheerfully reminding him, "It’s your birthdaaaay," your voice in a tune.

Almost immediately he retorts,“Exactly why I gave you a day off. A treat for me.”

You ignore him. “I wanted to take you out for breakfast.”

“I don’t pay you that much,” he scoffs, still tapping away on his keyboard.

He’s wrong, Levi pays you more than you’ve ever been paid in your life, even more than when you were working at that super pretentious magazine that bragged about how well they treated their employees. Turns out their idea of spoiling their staff was a pizza party every third Sunday of the month. It was pitiful. Levi Ackerman believes in a living wage. Levi Ackerman is a good man.

“Sit down, will you? You’re stressing me out just standing there,” he says, his eyes softening at you for a moment, allowing you a glimpse of his gentler side.

With a sheepish grin, you pull up a chair, the noise seeming to amplify in the quiet office. You quickly apologize for the disruption, settling into the seat across from him.

“We can grab something to eat once I’m done with a few things. Is that okay with you, princess?”

“Anything for you, birthday boy,” you respond warmly, beaming at him.

He veils his amusement with a face of semi-disgust, “Vile.”

"You know, when someone says they want to take you out for breakfast, there's usually a time limit involved." It's now 12:03 pm, and your patience, though thinly stretched, hasn't snapped—yet. Levi's gaze softens, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes. Rushing to lighten the mood, you add, "I'm kidding. I'm more of a brunch person, anyway."

"And what about my preferences?" His voice, gentle and distant, pulls at something inside you.

"Of course, it's your birthday," you remind yourself aloud, tapping your fingers against the edge of his desk. "So, what do you like, Levi?"

The pause before he answers is loaded, his look implying you ought to know his preferences by heart. "I like silence when I work," he finally says.

Right. You nod and mime locking your lips, leaning dramatically back in your chair, only to find yourself fighting off sleep shortly after.

"Time to wake up, princess. I have a task of royal importance for you," Levi's low, velvety command has you instantly alert. "You're going to answer all my texts. They're birthday wishes; just read them out and reply."

Grinning at the trust he's placing in you, you take his phone and start sifting through the messages. "Wow, didn't peg you for Mr. Popular," you tease. Levi rolls his eyes and then urges you to continue, unfazed.

Your eyes widen as you encounter messages from unexpected senders. "B-list celebrities? Really, Levi?"

"Just friends. And mind your business," he grumbles.

Reading a message from Hange aloud, you watch his reaction closely. "Happy birthday, shortstack. I promise I’m not planning anything extravagant for you but just so we’re on the same page, define extravagant winky face," you echo their playful tone.

"You're smiling," you point out, unable to resist.

"Hange's full of it. Skip that one," he dismisses, though his brief grin tells another story.

As the day stretches into evening, with work piling up and plans going awry, you can't help feeling a mix of disappointment and defeat. Was this the universe's way of suggesting you rethink your interest in Levi?

"I'm sorry," Levi finally breaks the silence, noting the time—6:17 pm. Your attempt to brush off the day's letdown with a smile doesn't fool him.

“I’m sorry you had to spend your birthday in an office,” you shrug.

"It's not about my birthday, I just hate making you wait," he says, sincerity lacing his words.

You try to wave it off, "Water under the bridge."

He surprises you then, "Can I take you out to dinner?"

"It's your birthday," you protest, the absurdity of the situation not lost on you.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," he quips, his signature dose of sarcasm in his voice.

“The whole point of me coming here was to take you out Levi!”

He sighs while standing up. Reaching for his coat, which had spent the day forgotten over his chair, he juts his chin towards the door. “Fine. So take me out then.”

You had pegged Levi for the type to frequent pretentious, overpriced restaurants — the kind that serves a single asparagus spear drizzled with truffle oil and charges a fortune. So, when he mentioned knowing a place for dinner just a couple of streets over, you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Despite dressing decently for Levi's birthday, you weren't in anything particularly fancy. And Levi, always impeccably dressed as if he were campaigning for office alongside Erwin, would surely fit in anywhere he chose. You remind yourself to relax; after all, it's just dinner.

"I hope you like Indian food," Levi says as you reach the destination. He holds the door open for you, the gentleman that he is at heart. You didn't just like Indian food; you adored it, savored it every chance you got.

"Yeah, I don't mind it," you shrug casually, trying to mask your excitement.

Once seated by a friendly teenage waitress, you take in the ambiance of the restaurant. It's a cozy, bustling hole-in-the-wall, filled with lively conversation and vibrant energy. It's loud enough to make you reconsider Levi's alleged preference for silence. If he can enjoy his time in a place like this, he can surely handle your occasional chattiness at work.

"This is a cute little place," you admit, taking in the bright decor and the charming, unlit lanterns on each table.

"Family-owned too," Levi grunts, passing you a menu.

You beam at him, "I like that."

After ambitiously ordering nearly everything on the menu, eager to sample the array of dishes, you start bombarding Levi with questions. "Have any siblings?"

"No, and you've already asked me that before. Running out of questions?" he teases.

"Pets?"

"No."

"Are you in a relationship?"

He chokes on his water, fixing you with a stern look. "Y/n."

"What? You know I'm nosy. You should be prepared by now," you lean in, undeterred by his reaction, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"Yes."

"Are you in one right now?"

A beat passes. "No."

His hesitation sparks your curiosity further. "But you hesitated. Why did you hesitate, Levi?"

"Holy shit—" He's cut off as the waitress returns, skillfully balancing the array of dishes you'd ordered. You offer her an apologetic smile, silently vowing to tip generously for the trouble.

As the tantalizing aromas of the dishes fill the air, you resist the urge to dive in immediately, mindful of the impression you want to leave on Levi. However, his encouragement, "Eat. You're not fooling anyone," paired with your enthusiasm for the rogan josh placed directly in front of you, quickly shatters any pretense of sophistication.

"Shut the hell up," you gasp between bites, your initial reservations forgotten in favor of savouring the delicious food.

"Oi, slow down. You'll choke," Levi warns, amusement lacing his voice.

"This is so good, Levi," you manage to say, your expression one of pure delight.

He chuckles to himself, looking away as he does so. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him laugh like that. You study his face, wishing you could capture this moment in a recording so you won’t ever forget it. It’s fine, you think to yourself. You just have to memorize the sound of his laugh and live off of it forever.

Eventually Levi says, “Why don’t you try this one too,” he pushes the plate of lamb biryani over to you, patiently waiting for you to take some.

This has to be your love language—sharing food.

You’re so happy you never want to leave this table, or Levi. Mostly, Levi. And this biryani.

“Do you like your job?” His question startles you. It came out of nowhere.

You swallow your food. “I do.”

Cocking your head to the side, you watch as he struggles to find the right words to use to form his questions. His eyes lock with yours and this time they stay there. “I’m not too...overbearing?” he asks, gently. Almost shyly.

“You’re the perfect amount.”

“Are you happy?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me, Levi Ackerman, owner of Ackerman’s cleaning services?”

“That’s the opposite of what I’m trying to do.”

“I’m happy working. I’m actually happiest working with you,” you admit, heat rising to your cheeks. Levi doesn’t say anything but you read something on his face. Relief? Maybe.

Eventually you realize it was Levi looking pleased with your answer.

“Cleaning is an honorable job,” you say after Kenny has left. He had made some stupid joke about Levi’s work despite how popular and very needed his services are.

“Y/n, quit it. Seriously. I don’t give a shit.”

“No, I know. I do, I just…” You take a deep breath in and turn to face him. He’s wearing his usual scowl on his face—the curve of his mouth slightly turned downward and his nose is scrunched up the tiniest bit. You could just about kiss that wrinkle between his eyebrows away if he’d let you. Smiling, you finish, “I just wanted you to know.”

“I enjoy spending time with you.”

You feel your stomach perform its now-famous acrobatics, seemingly attempting to tie itself in knots. Laughing nervously, you manage to say, "That's good because we do spend a lot of time together. It would be awkward if you didn't like me, right?"

Levi exhales deeply, a sign you've missed the mark. "You're not getting it. With other people, I'm always on edge, wondering if I'm being friendly, engaging, or polite enough. Constantly checking if my permanent resting scowl has scared someone off again. It's exhausting. People drain me, but the ones who don't... I prefer to keep them close."

"So, you're saying you want me around indefinitely?" you push, hope coloring your tone.

“I’m saying thank you. You—” he stops himself when he catches you hanging onto every last word coming out of his mouth, waiting for the rest. He rolls his eyes a little bit which makes you smile even harder.

“Yeah?” You pester him, not willing to let the moment pass.

“Nothing.”

“Say it.”

“F—ck off.”

Undeterred, you flutter your eyelashes in a playful, last-ditch effort. "Please? I'd really love to hear what you were about to say."

After a moment's hesitation, he relents. "You make it okay to be myself."

You laugh, “Levi, I don’t think you’re aware of how okay you are.”

He smiles the tiniest bit, “Charming.”

��No, you know what I mean. You’re obviously more than okay!”

"Mhm," he murmurs, beginning to walk away but not without leaving his hand lingering in the air behind him—a silent invitation to grab onto it. If there's anything you look out for, it’s the opportunity to touch Levi and in this case, to hold his perfect hand in yours. You follow him as he leads you back to that restaurant he first took you to.

“Have you guys kissed yet?” Hange leans towards you, excitedly waiting for your response. You catch Levi’s eyes on you from across the room but lately, they seem to always be on you. He’s pretending to be engaged in a way too animated conversation with Erwin and his politician buddies. Poor guy.

“Please, we’re not even a thing yet,” you snort, waving away the ridiculousness of the question.

“Okay, well, does Levi know that you’re not a thing? Because he already bought matching stuff for you at his condo.”

“What? really?”

Hange lists the items: cat mugs, slippers, and even matching gloves.

"He'd have a fit if he knew you spilled this top secret info," you say, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Hange waves off the potential threat to their well-being with a scoff. "Oh, he'd definitely kill me. But it was too juicy not to share," they wink, leaving you grinning from ear to ear.

You were finally at Levi’s impeccably clean and tidy place and you have to stop yourself from looking around for all the things Hange mentioned earlier. You’re sitting in the living room, on his comfortable green couch while Levi is making you a cup of tea in the kitchen. You wonder if he hid the matching mugs in the back of his cabinet. When will he think it’s an appropriate time to show them?

Or.

What if they weren’t even for you—what if there was someone else in his life he’s willing to be all matchy-matchy, cutesy-cutesy with?

Levi eventually comes out with two non-matching mugs; one for you and one for him. You feel a little disappointed when you see them but you swallow it down. “I should’ve been the one making the drinks. I’m not the one who’s injured.”

“Please, you watch me mop floors and wipe windows on one foot without ever offering to help. I even catch you smirking sometimes.”

You bite back a grin. “Hey!” You shout. He’s not entirely wrong but you know he would never let you intervene with his little tasks like mopping the floor or wiping down windows— they were therapeutic acts to him. What kind of monster would take that away from a man? Exactly.

“I hope you’re not completely traumatized by that gathering. I needed you there, I wouldn’t have been able to survive it without you.”

“I’m glad to be your knight in shining armor tonight,” you tease, taking the cup of tea from him and turning your body towards his. “Does Erwin usually host stuff like that?”

Levi sends you a look. “Always. And of course I had to choose a f—cking politician to be friends with.”

You chuckle, “Between Erwin, Hange, and me, you’re good to never have another social interaction for the rest of your life.”

He laughs out through his nose, similarly to how a dragon would breathe fiery flames out its nostrils. “I must be some extrovert magnet.”

“You are! Even with that permanent scowl on your face.” Your beautiful, beautiful face, you want to add. “Levi Ackerman, you are a prize. The prize.”

His eye-roll is theatrical, but you catch a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Are we a thing?” you ask gently, after some time.

“A thing?” He repeats after you, quietly.

“Like, you know,” you bite your lip. This could potentially be a dumpster fire of a conversation. Awkward and embarrassing depending on how he responds. “—like a couple.”

He sets down his cup on the coffee table, probably sensing the seriousness of the moment, and you do the same. “We can be.”

Oh okay, not the worst possible answer there is.

“Do you like me?”

He looks as if you just stabbed him, or more like you stabbed his mother in front of him and he had to watch in horror. “I’m going to be honest, y/n, i’m kind of f— cking devastated you’re asking me this.”

“I can’t ask?”

"No, it's just... Shit." His eyes dart frantically between you and the floor, a clear sign of the turmoil within. It's evident he's wrestling with a multitude of thoughts, and all you yearn for is a glimpse into even just one of them. After a tense few seconds, he straightens up and meets your gaze directly, a pained expression etched across his features. "I'm upset at the fact that you're walking around not knowing that I like you— and the fact that you even have to ask? That there's any doubt about my feelings for you?" He pauses, taking a deep breath before he adds, "I'm sorry. Yes, I like you. I’m upset at myself that I didn’t make myself very clear about how I feel about you before. I’m sorry.”

You can feel your eyes beginning to burn and you don’t even know why you’re about to cry. You just wanted Levi to like you, so, so much.

The realization that you're panicking both internally and visibly prompts you to stand, aiming for a quick escape. "This is good. Okay. So, I'll see you at work tomorrow morning?"

Levi chuckles at your abruptness, "Yes, you will, but could you maybe not try to flee the scene?"

"I have to go," you insist, though your feet betray you and show no intention of moving.

"F—cking hell. You planning an escape route?" Levi raises his eyebrows.

"I’m not escaping..." you confess, surprising even yourself.

"Then sit," he commands gently, softening it with a, "Please?"

“I’m so nervous. Stop making me nervous.” You blurt out but decide to sit down anyway. The way he’s staring at you like you’re bonkers out of your mind right now is enough to make you burst into laughter. You snort against the back of your hand. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Can’t make you nervous, can’t look at you. Is there anything I can do? Should I turn around and face the wall?” He mocks you, lovingly. His tone doesn't say it but his eyes do. Everything he does to you is with love. No wonder you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

"You do realize you're my boss, right?" you giggle, a sound so foreign to you. "I haven't giggled like this since middle school. What's happening to me?"

Levi beams at you, “Great, just what I needed, a subordinate with a crush. Now I have to navigate office politics, power imbalances, get HR involved…”

He pulls you onto his lap.

Your arms wrap tightly around Levi’s chest from behind him, as you rest your chin in the nook of his neck. He’s writing an email to someone, as he usually is during this time of the day.

Jokingly you ask, “When are you going to promote me, huh?”

“I did promote you,” you can hear the smile in his voice. He stops his typing to bring your hands to his mouth. He peppers them with a thousand pecks.

“Employee to girlfriend does not count”

"Shit," he mock curses, then grins at his screen which you catch in its’ reflection.

"I have another question," you announce, sensing an opportunity to delve into one of the many mysteries surrounding your lover.

"You always do," he shoots back without missing a beat, fingers resuming their dance across the keyboard.

"Very funny." You roll your eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck, savoring the coolness of his skin. "But seriously, honey. You never did tell me how you managed to break your arm and leg."

updated, feb 5th

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