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nelapanela94 · 2 years ago

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Hey Nela! Hope you're doing great. I wanted to ask for canonverse where reader is having her first symptoms of pregnancy, canonverse, post war, and Levi's reaction! Just an idea! Love your work and writing! <3

ANON!! You know I'm a dad Levi sucker!! Working on this had my weak heart fluttering.

WC: ~5.5k

TW: A bit of mild language (It's Levi's fault)

Years after the war, Levi and you have earned the respite you deserved. You both live a quiet life, sticking to the routine, until one day, unexpected news turns your world upside down.

“Have I gained weight?” You can’t resist spinning around and around, catching all your angles in front of the mirror. The lightweight skirt billows like a bell around your knees with every swirl.

Why do you have to be so heartless and trap Levi between Scylla and Charybdis? Now, he faces a question with not right answer. His arms are folded over his chest, the back of his knees pressed against the end of the bed. His mouth twitches as he rummages in his head for something that would not unleash a war.

You loop the golden stem though your lobe and lean forward to admire the glint, but his sour grimace eclipses the earrings effect. You swivel around, your hands anchored to your hips, and you cast that look that tells him he’d be sleeping on the couch tonight.

“I think you’re prefect.” He shoots, hoping the bullet doesn’t ricochet and pierce his leg.

Now your reflection is scowling at you. A drawer creaks open, and you pick out the paddle brush. “That doesn’t answer my question, Levi.” You wince as the bristles struggle to run through the knots of your disheveled strands.

“It’s all in your head.” The bullet strikes right next to his foot. Cold sweat dashes down his spine.

Your eyebrows sink, and creases knit between them. “Levi…” Pouting, you split a lock that cascades from the curve of your thumb and forefinger. The wooden pins sink and slip through the ends.

“Spare me.” He tosses his hands in the air for surrender.

“It’s just, the dress feels tighter around my waist.”

“Sure it shrunk in the dryer.” He shrugs.

Making a face, you put the brush on the vanity, tuck your hair behind your ears and turn around. The wrinkles between your brows smoot down, and you pad toward him, moistening your lips. “You’re just trying to be nice.” Your hands roam up over his chest, drinking the steady beating through the linen as you reel to place a sweet peck on his cheek.

“You know I’m always a dick.” He rasps, closing his eyes. His arms wind around your waist, drawing you into a melting embrace. The pads of his fingers play a soft melody on the small of your back.

And there you are, nestled and safe in his arms, imbibing his warmth you forget the shot-at-close-range question, and the matter that’s been tugging at the edge of your head for days. Sandalwood and bergamot sail into your lungs. You gaze up, prodding your chin against his chest, relishing in the sudden flare of joy, and the closeness. “I love you, Levi.” You purr and plant another kiss beneath his jaw.

A faint laugh pours out from him at the tickling your lips elicit in his skin.

This is the side of Levi you wish the entire world knew, and at the same time, you yearn to keep all for yourself.

Levi’s downy cheeks dimple when he smiles.

His laugh is mellow like a cotton candy melting in your ears.

The Levi with the purest heart, which, owing to the blows of life, he had to keep hidden inside a safe for so long. Years impersonating an aloof lunatic.

But the war is long over, and with the rocks you stumble upon in your road you built an empire. Your empire. And it’s perfect.

His hands sneak south, breaking goosebumps on your flesh, and you snatch the dimpled grin beaming on his face. No matter how many times his hands have traversed the lines of your skin, and the lighter spot cased under the band on your ring finger, your body still reacts to his caresses as it did the first time.

His fearless fingers dive into the supple roundness of skin, squeezing and closing any gap between the two. And you feel it. Your eyes widen as something stiff nudges your lower belly. “You get me so hard.” He grunts, rubbing his cheek against your head, and his hips against your tummy.

“Levi!” Flattered and indignant, you break apart, blowing out your cheeks.

“You knew what you were getting into when you said yes. And worry about it when it stops happening.” He twits, looming closer, rubbing the tip of his nose blithely over your cheek.

You bite off a giggle, feeling your face tingling with heat. A coltish snort breaks from him as you playfully shove him back, but he immediately grabs you by the shoulders so as not to lose his balance, and you go on with your silly game of pushing and pulling, lighting up the room with your guffaw, until his leg gives up, and you both, in a tangle of limbs, topple on the bed.

A mesh of belly laughs whips through the room as you try to peel off him before he suffocates. You sprawl next to him, with your cheeks suffused in pink and sparks of bliss shimmering inside you. His husky voice, laced with mirth, caresses the syllables of your name. You roll onto your side, and the dwindling tittering leaves behind that toothy smile that reminds him that the universe can still surprise him with beautiful things. The one that knocked down his walls and made him realize that crying inwardly is a torture. That pretending to be strong all the time is an act of terrorism to the heart. After all these years, he still wonders what the fuck you saw in him that no one else could. Maybe your eyes were made different. Made to rive his layers; and your heart was molded to stay with his.

Levi is facing you. His knuckles brush down your cheek as you thread your hand with his free hand. You bring it to your mouth and press plumose kisses on the stumps. His chest flits with suppressed giggles as your lips devour his hand with woolly caresses. Kissing every inch of him is therapeutic.

His gaze flicks to you, seeing his image flaring in your eyes. A fingertip traces along the line of your upper lip and he muses, “you do look different.”

“How different?” You smile amusedly and raise an eyebrow, bending your elbow to casually prop your head on your hand.

“Radiant.” He smooths your hair behind your ear. “More radiant. I don’t know how to explain,” he says, pinching your cheek with the back of his fingers, “but you glow.”

Your hand splays on his chest as you lean closer to kiss him, a butterfly flutter against his lips, and you mutter, “you’re doing great, Levi. Keep going on and I might reward you tonight.”

His tongue slips between his lips. “Now I’ll be thinking of that pretty ass all day.”

“You’re like a hormonal teenager.”

“It’s you.” He captures your lips. “I.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” His palm baths your cheek with his warmth.

Time freezes as you stare at each other for a while. Your fingertip redraws his lines, tracing the bridge of his nose and his cupid’s arch, his rosy bottom lip. It marches up, guided by the large scar, and he closes his eyes as your finger follows the path of his lash line. Three years ago, he wouldn't have let you touch him, he would have pushed you away. He would’ve hidden from you. Levi has never been a shallow person, but seeing the vestiges of war in his reflection, a constant reminder of what would never be again, lacerated him. It felt like barbed wire scourging him, tearing off his skin. And even though he behaved like the king of assholes to you, to the person who least deserved his rage and bitterness, you stood by his side. Always his light, his support, his guide. Now, he revels when you touch his scars, his heart flutters when he feels your fingers wandering over the bumpy tissue, when your lips curve against his right eyelid. A sweet reminder that, through good and bad, you’re fighting together.

He and you, the perfect tune. What else can he ask for?

You are the first to roll out of bed. You flatten the rumples on your dress and lend him your hand to tow him on his feet. Levi wraps up his sleeves while you tug at the collar of his shirt. “I don’t want girls staring at your arms. Makes me jealous.” You fake pout and split in giggles as your hands slip down his shoulders.

“It's called marketing strategy or so.”

You pat his cheek and kiss him again. “Winter children are not compatible with summer.” You tease.

You’re right. The clock hasn’t struck eight yet and he swears he’s going to melt as soon as he sets a foot on the street. He sweeps some messy strands away from his face and groans. “Damn weather.”

Another kiss. “Are you ready to adult today?”

He ducks his head and sighs, then straightens his back and meets your eyes, pinning his thumbs in his pockets. “Do we have another choice?”

His arms hook around you from behind as you cross the living room in your way to the kitchen. His chin huddled on your shoulder. Lavender suffuses the air, the curtains dance at the rhythm of the soothing morning breeze in a golden glow stage.

You split ways. Levi trudges to the stove and swings out the copper pot filler. Waters gurgles out, echoing against the bottom of the kettle, and he eyeballs for two. He turns off the handle and buckles back the faucet. A fleecy whistle wrests out, pleading for oil, and he pins a mental note that will soon fall off. Blue flame rings around the burner. An ashy thread swirls up and ebbs, and Levi dumps the corpse of the match on the granite counter.

While he handles the tea, toasts, and scrambled eggs, you finish packing his lunch. One compartment, the largest one, brims with rice for an army; the other third you fill with a stir-fry of shrimp and veggies. Levi became a huge fan of seafood ever since he tried it for the first time on the island, and luckily for him, you listened heedfully to Nicolo’s lessons, grasping his finesse and knowledge. Shrimp season began about two months ago, so at least once a week, you've been pampering your husband with a good dose of…

Your eyes bulge out when realization dawns.

You gulp, and the stainless-steel lid clacks close. The dull thud of the food container, the one with kitties doodled on the top, yanks you out from your reveries.

“Are you ok?” He reels and busses you on the side of your head.

“I’m alright.” You give him an assuring smile he doesn’t buy, yet he doesn’t push.

Your eyes glint with curiosity as your fingers slit open the lid by a wedge, taking a peek of what he made for you last night. You suck in a long whiff, relishing in the blend of basil and parmesan.

Fusilli with pesto, dried tomatoes, and grilled chicken breast. One of your vices.

With a swap of lunch pails, you set the first stone of your morning ritual.

The slices of bread jump out of the toaster, and the kettle shrill bursts through the kitchen. Levi plates the eggs and pours the tea. A smidge of honey for yours. Sacrilege.

You set the jar of blueberry jam and the butter dish on the table and retrace your steps. The cutlery drawer pops out. A rustling sound raises as you delve into, slinking through the knifes, and a simper plasters on your face when your fingers sweep over the cow handles. You pluck them out. A quick hip nudge, and the drawer reels close.

You shuffle to the table, humming a song you listened to in the radio last evening, so sticky you couldn’t wrench it out of your head.

“Mine with double jam.” You slip one butter spreader into his hand, the other you set it on the toasts plate. Wooden legs creak against the floor, and you dunk onto the chair.

One elbow tucked on the table. You prop your cheek on your hand and watch him slathering a layer of butter, topped with a thick slab of jam. From time to time his gaze scoots to you, stealing glances, exchanging smiles. Words are not needed. Levi talks louder with his eyes.

“Here.” He slides the toast on your plate and grabs the naked one. A thin coat of butter is enough for him. His teeth clamp and tiny crumbs pelt onto his dish. He freezes with the toast in his mouth, squinting at you.

A hill of scrambled eggs lies over your toast, threatening to spill over. You set your fork down, and bring up your breakfast to your mouth. The soggy toast sags in the middle, cradling the blend of sweet and savory Levi finds gross. Eggs with specks of marmalade fall from the other end as you claw your menacing fangs on your bizarre meal.

He eyes you with concern, crinkling up his face at your odd combination, but you fend off his grimace, humming in delight as you rub your fingers clean.

“You should try too.” You fold the napkin and dab your lips. “The flavors are so balanced.”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

You shrug. “Save me some chocolate cake for this afternoon.” You chime in and nab the last chunk. “And quiche too.”

You’ve never been a calorie-counter freak, and back on the island, it wasn't like you had a huge fan of options to whim on food, but lately, you’ve been quite lenient with your choices, leaning towards high sugary treats. But he keeps quiet before you bombard him with questions he doesn't know how to answer.

He leers at you, smirking.

Delicate fingers loop through the handle of the floral mug. Your palms flood with the balmy heat through the ceramic, and you smile back at him, raising the cup to your mouth, the spiciness stroking your lungs. Your breath fans over the rim, conceiving waves.

“I was thinking of refurbishing the guest room.”

“What’s wrong with it?” He takes another swig.

You raise your shoulders. “It kinda lacks personality, I don’t know.”

You baptized it ‘guest room’; in truth, it’s only a soulless room with a single bed and a nightstand. And you’ve never had any guest camping there. It’s the only place in your apartment that doesn’t have your stamp.

“It’s a guest room, it doesn’t need a personality.”

“But-“

The pendulum clock strikes eight thirty. Your eyes go round, and jumping off the chair, you gobble down your cool down tea.

“We can continue during dinner.” Levi jabbers, picking up the dishes.

You nod, rushing to your bedroom while Levi does his magic to leave the dining room and kitchen sparkling clean.

You brush your teeth, wash your face, and put makeup on to conceal the dark circles under your eyes. The lipstick glides smoothly. You rub your lips together and apply the second coat.

A smile framed in red gives you the thumbs up, and you hustle to the entryway, passing by Levi at the hallway, walking in the opposite direction.

From the shoe rack you pick the flat sandals, and slump down onto the cushioned bench. You buckle them on. Your forefinger cleaves inside the strap and gauge the tightness, so it doesn’t mar your ankles throughout the day. It must be the heat that worsens fluid retention.

Levi sits next to you, the lunch bags perched on each side of him. While he finishes putting on his shoes, you give the house one last look so as not to forget anything. The breeze falters, and the natural light turns off.

You hit the lively streets. Car honks, engines revving. Levi’s cane sets the speed. You strut down, hand in hand, people making way to the limping man. Levi despises being treated differently because of his condition. He prefers to stand in the regular line rather than use his priority pass, but in emergency situations, he takes advantage of its benefits.

The blazing sun melts your layers and chars your bones. August's sticky heat, and the tree leaves hardly whir. A cough muzzles in your fist. The dense air polluted with the lurid smoke is something you have not been able to get used to.

Three stoplights later and a right turn, the beaming postman carboard cutout greets you. You stop before your workplace, and Levi slings your lunch bag on your shoulder. He kisses you good-bye and brushes off the warp smudge of red of your lips, and you do the same on his.

“See you at The Burned Leave.” You muse and dash into the post office.

Your coworkers whisper, their eyes nailed on you as you duck behind the counter. Not to brag, but yes, you are the luckiest person in the world because you have Levi by your side.

You uncap the pen with your teeth and jot down the tasks for the day as well as the ‘to buy’ for tomorrow’s breakfast. You also need to stop at the pharmacy for Levi’s medicines. The pen swings between your index and middle fingers, tapping on the desk a melody that conveys your concern. A mangled paperclip slips off from your idle hand.

At the end of your list, you scrawl ‘Iron supplements.’

With one hand in his pocket, Levi continues his way. The Burned Leave is just a few blocks further downtown.

“It tastes like burned leaves, Levi.” You scrunch up your face at the bitterness. “A bit of honey might help.”

He wishes he had you with him all day. Sure, your smile would lure more customers, but you didn't want to get in the way. It was him, his space, his dream, the corner where he could do what he loved best. Plus, during dinner, you could exchange anecdotes of hesitant customers and pain in the ass Karens.

It's just another ordinary summer day. The sky is clear, and the sun scorches the city without a bit of mercy. The teashop stirs up with the motions of customers entering. They dive in for the cold drinks and the famous lemon cheesecake. Something Levi owes you.

It’s noon, and there’s a huge line before the counter. Falco takes the orders diligently; Levi scurries around blending, steeping, pouring as Gaby completes the orders with the desserts and summons customers to the Pick-up-here. A perfectly synchronized sequence that doesn’t allow room for error.

Drained and sweaty, respite swaddles them by 2PM. The afternoon runs smoothly since most clients are office staff who return to their hives as soon as lunchtime is over.

“You did great, brats.” Levi ruffles Falco’s hair as the teenage boy sweeps the floor. The ravenette leans against the counter, arms folded over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles.

“You should consider a raise.” Gaby prods while wiping clean one of the tables.

“Don’t get too smart.” He raps his fingers on his upper arms. The brunette traipses back to the counter, flings the cloth on Levi’s shoulder, dodging her boss’ deathly glower. Her hands hook to the edge, and she heaves up on the wooden surface.

“Oi! Don’t stick your ass on my counter.” Levi blows off a lock of hair of his face, his eyes plunged into a scowl. But she ignores him and reaches out for the slice of oreo cheesecake that Falco had started and left in plain sight of predators.

“Gaby!!!!!”

“What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine.” She licks the spoon.

“Go grab lunch.” Levi breaths, tossing a thumb over his shoulder. “No making out in the staff room.” He casts a mocking grin, and from the corner of his eye he catches them, brushing fingers as they head to the backroom. Gaby fiddling with her necklace and Falco rubbing a hand behind his head.

Thank goodness they don't know the beginning of your story. Flustering and stammering whenever you came around.

His smirk falters, and his face unsettles with disquietude when he spots his lovely wife through the glass. Head bowed; arms wrap around yourself.

His hand curls around the grip of the stick, and he plods to the door. He wedges it open with a foot and welcomes you in an embrace. “Hey.” He croons, caressing your hair.

You pull apart and gaze up, your stinging red eyes crash with his. A drumbeat of pain and concern spreads in his chest. Your eyes are dull and leaden, lacking all their gleam from this morning. His brows draw together, and he tilts his head. Apprehension grazes up his features. You nuzzle your face on his chest as the tip of his finger assuages you with lazy circles on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Levi helps you to the couch in his office and sits next to you, drawing you to his chest.

“I started feeling sick in the morning, so they took me to the infirmary. They told me I could take the rest of the day off. I didn't want to be home alone, so I came here.”

“Do you want me to call a doctor?”

“No, I need some rest.” You mutter, pressing a hand on your forehead, your face crinkling in discomfort. “It’s just a headache.”

“I’ll get you a pill.” He kisses your head, but you don’t let go.

Running a hand through his hair, he sighs. He pats his thighs, inviting your feet, and you shuffle on the couch, raising your legs. The ghost of a smile flickers on your pale lips. He frees your swollen ankles from the ordeal, and blood fizzes back to your toes, delivering alleviation to every inch. His fingers pamper the red marks where you were mauled and strangled. Your shoulders feel light, and you slump against the arm rest, cocking your head and perching your cheek on your hand.

“I love you, Levi.” You give him a weak smile.

He brings one of your legs up, and his lips douse your shin with a trail of tickles. “I love you too.”

Your eyes leap from the picture of you and him roasted in the beach, to the lamp on his desk, to the succulent Gaby and Falco got him for his last birthday, to the clock on the wall, and after a tour around his office, they land back on him.

A lock of hair twirls around your finger. “You know, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone like you.”

If only you knew he mulls over that every night, wondering what he did for the universe to grant him so much bliss.

A tangle of voices buzz from the corridor, dwindling when the sappiest couple– only one step above you–frosts at the door. Blushing, they snap each other’s hands away, smuggle them behind their backs.

“Hey,” you spout, waving a hand.

They gasp your name in unison. “Are you–“

“Go get the first aid kit.” Levi cuts them, and next second, heavy steps are filling the air.

“Are you treating them nice?” You raise a brow.

His deft hands allay your upset feet. He knows where to knead, and squeeze and press his knuckles. “I’m not a nice person, Y/N.”

“You can deceive them all, but not me.” Light fades behind your lids, and a moan of relief falls of your lips.

“Something’s wrong with your setup.”

You bite your lip and nudge his thigh with your toe. “You’re saying I’m blind?” Your eyes greet light again.

“I can't find any other reason for you to have fixated on me.”

“C’mere.” Your arms stretch out, grabby hands persuade him. You make room for him, wriggling and shifting into a more comfortable position, and he curls by your side, half his ass suspended in the air. Levi holds you in his arms, nestling his cheek on the side of your head.

“I can assure you that madness didn’t sting my eyes.” Your voice comes out in a weary whiff.

“You sure you’re ok?”

Your fingers plait with his, seeking shelter. “Yeah.”

“Did you like your lunch?” His voice caresses your temple, soft and husky like evening breeze.

You contort your face, scratching something behind your ear, eyes scooting around “Well…” You don’t want to break his heart.

“You didn’t eat…”

“I wasn’t hungry.” Maybe it's not a good idea to mention that you almost threw up as soon as the smell of parmesan and basil hit you.

Levi’s eyes twitch, and he opens his mouth to speak, pausing to collect his thoughts. You could eat a jar of pesto by spoonfuls as if it were not an olive oil bomb and carry on with your life. Something is wrong. Definitely wrong.

Falco breaks into the room with an ibuprofen tablet and a glass of water.

Lines pleat on the boy’s forehead. “Should I call a doctor?”

“I’m alright, Falco. Thanks.” The corners of your lips quirk up in a gentle smile. “It’s not necessary.” You swallow the pill, and close your eyes, cuddled on Levi. Your unfurled hand swills the beats of his heart.

But before Falco is dismissed, he reads from Levi’s mouth ‘call them.’

With his head down, and his hands fumbling in his pockets, Levi paces from side to side, impatient, trying to chase away the bad thoughts before they drive him mad. His heart pounds in his ears. His jaw clenches tight. For the nth time he glances at the door, then at his watch. It’s only been five minutes, Levi. Relax. Grumbling, he stops, and takes a long, appeasing breath. He slants against the wall and runs a hand down his face.

As a pester as they might be sometimes, he wishes those brats were here, but someone needs to run the shop and take orders.

The door clicks open form the interior and Levi’s straightens up in a lurch. The man, with salt and pepper hair, smiles at him. An assuring smile. Levi tips his head. Creases in his forehead tug up one eyebrow.

“Congratulations, Mr. Ackerman.” A gentle squeeze in his shoulder, and amid the mental blur only few words he grasps. “…six weeks pregnant�� nothing out of the ordinary… regular checkups…” His mind yanks him back to the word ‘pregnant’.

It bangs in his head like a bass drum.

Suddenly, his legs begin to weaken, the ground moves, or so he feels, and he scrambles forward, clinging to the wall before he smashes his face at the doctor’s feet. “Hey, Mr. Ackerman.”

A pat on his back.

Then an arm winds around him; next, he’s sitting on his chair. Levi blinks several times until the light sets and the edges of reality smooth down. Dr. Ziegler is waving goodbye; a broad smile strains his pink, plump cheeks.

“Pregnant.” Slurs out of his mouth. His face snaps at you. You’re staring back at him, chin tucked on your arms folded over the armrest. Your head swing from side to side.

Wide eyes startled, white specks, like tiny diamonds, flicker on is quavering irises. His hands clench at his thighs. He fills his lungs with the scarce air and puffs out “Pregnant?” His chest rises and falls, trying to ski down the hill of shock. “You’re with child?”

“Well, I guess that’s the definition of pregnant,” you quip.

Battling against his quivering legs, he urges himself on his feet and slogs to you, shutting his mind to the lash of pain whipping though his leg. But it yields, making him topple before you.

“Levi!!!” Your voice is a shrill with worry. “Levi!” Your hands grapple him by the shoulders, waggling him to wake up.

And then, you feel a velvet touch sauntering up and down you’re your calves. A sob wrings out from him, followed by a long sniffle. Dazed with the news, he bottles up his breaths trying to calm down, unsuccessfully, and raises his face, stained with tears of joy. His eyes red and swollen; his chin wobbling as his lips try to pull out a smile.

His heart burst, and his thoughts, scattered around, curb him from thinking straight.

Fuck. He’s going to be a dad.

Him. A dad. Someone will call him dad with that chirping voice. A little brat will wake him up in the middle of the night with their strident cry. Between him and you, they will seek protection from the monsters that lurk in the night, thwarting any indecent approach. Changing diapers, preparing bottles, reading bedtime stories.

Is it too soon to buy a toy tea set?

New papa guide.

Fatherhood for dummies.

We’re pregnant!

The expectant father.

He scrolls down through infinite titles that doubtlessly will join his collection. Tomorrow he will start with the sketches to remodel the room.

Feather-like tingles swamp his chest, enraptured with waves of love and pride and joy.

However, all those ‘what ifs’ push him down into a vortex of insecurities and self-consciousness. All those questions pricking in his chest, spreading their venom like a scorpion sting.

What if the brat doesn’t like me?

What if they don’t love me?

What if they’re scared of embarrassed of me?

He is about to face something he wasn’t groomed for. But he wouldn’t let panic weighed him down. He has you, and now he has to be stronger than ever to fight for two.

A dazzling smile and a lulling caress quell his fears. Your fingers curl under his chin.

“I told you I wasn’t sick.”

“You knew?” He snivels as your thumbs, fuzzily, brush his tears away. Levi ties his arms around you, snugging his face on your lap, your fingers weaving through his hair, coddling his scalp. The weight of age peeks in the form of gray strands.

You are that love song on the radio, the warm sun caress on a winter day. An ice cream of lemon and vanilla in summer. A gentle kiss; a clumsy ballroom dance. A soft squeeze of hands.

And soon, the mother of his child. His child. Your child. Shit. He’s created a life with you.

He shudders, grasping the oxygen he can.

Your walk without a destination it’s not intimidating because he is with you.

“I was suspicious.” Scratching the side of your face, you bite your lip. “I didn't want to tell you until I was sure.” A nervous laugh ripples out of you, taking your lips from hooked to a beam. “Can you believe that? We’re having a baby.” You chirp excitedly. “What do you think they’d look like? I hope they have your hair and your eyes and your nose.” You pinch his cheeks. “And these too.”

“They will have your eyes.” Levi burbles.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone!” You fiddle with the hem of your dress. Levi hums, those brats won’t leave him alone. He can already hear Connie squeaking in disbelief.

You scavenge in your thoughts, a finger tapping over your mouth. “You know what? I am actually surprised it took so long.”

Levi chuckles. You offer him a hand, hoist him up, and he flumps at your side.

A webbing of emotions he can’t unravel and put into words clogs up in his throat. But thank walls Levi ladles out his feeling through his eyes. Now, it’s him curled up in your chest, unfurling his hand on your bloated belly. A new life is forming in you, a life that’s half him, half you.

Shit. He’s terrified.

Your fingers sink through his, impregnating him with the reassurance he needs.

“No onesies with the word brat.”

He pulls away, bumping with your furrowed eyes. “I already have three designs in mind.” He wipes his tears with his forearm and snorts. “And I'll sign up for embroidery classes.”

A thread of giggles spools out from your lips, and with a silly smile, he watches you until your laugh peters out.

Mindful of his overprotective instincts, you remind him, “I don't want you to overexert yourself, Levi. Don’t sling more weight over your shoulders. Don’t forget I'm not sick.” You stress out the last words.

To treat you like a goddess and cater to your every whim so that you only have to worry about that life growing healthy inside you?

Message sent. Message received.

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unloved-cadillac · 3 years ago

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I see you need Levi fluff request! How about Levi is feeling grumpy during a meeting with nobles, so Reader gives him some tickles under the table. Erwin encourages Reader because she can get him to laugh at all the nobles' awful jokes. Afterwards Reader makes it up to him with lots of kisses in the privacy of their room. Based on a dream I had 👀. Love you and hoped you're doing well. You deserve the world my dear. ❤️🥰💞💖

C/n: I’m such a slut for tough, stoic men laughing. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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Extra Money. (Levi x Reader)

“So I said “I’d rather be dead than wear that. Even if I’m dead I still won’t wear it”!” A noble woman says and everyone laughs at her lame attempt at a joke. Levi’s mouth hasn’t moved an inch. Arms crossed with Y/n by his side, he didn’t find the need to entertain anyone.

Y/n nudges his side. “Honey, why so angry?” She whispers and he groans. “Stupid nobels making stupid jokes. Can’t we just go home?” He asks and she shakes her head. “Sorry. Dinner is going to be served just now. Let’s go.”

She takes his hand and leads him to the big, long table that seated various royals. Many just pissed Levi off by the sight of them. Fat, stuffing their faces with the money of the poor, living a life of luxury while the people starve to death and risk their lives for the greater good of humanity. The only thing these people are doing is risking their heart from heart failure from all the shit they eat.

Levi sits with Y/n as the royals start to occupy the seats. They sat in between Hange and Erwin who sat next to royals. They were everywhere.

Dinner was served. Pork roast, lamb, whole chicken and a variety of side dishes. Levi had never seen this much food in his life but here these royals had it everyday. “Shows how corrupt this whole thing is.” He whispers to Y/n who squeezes his thigh. “Easy, tiger. I’m gonna try and sneak some food outta here for the kids.” She winks at Levi who shakes his head, stopping himself from smirking.

As the night progressed, Levi had to keep his mouth shut from all of his usual and snarky comments. Not only were these people terrible at making jokes, they had no sense of the fine line of being offensive and cracking a joke. He hasn’t laughed. Not a chuckle. Erwin nudged Y/n’s side to catch her attention.

“Y/n, try and make your husband laugh. These royals aren’t going to give us their money if they see Humanity’s Strongest not find them funny.” He whispers. “And how exactly do I do that?! The man is hard to crack.” She whisper shouts and Erwin shakes his shoulders. “Just try anything. Please.” Y/n sighs and looks to her lover who had the sternest face, if he could get any sterner.

A royal woman was speaking to him, spewing complete nonsense but his lack of response didn’t bother her so she just kept going. As the noble finished her awful joke, something to do with Eldians and pigs sharing the same blood, Y/n runs her fingers along Levi’s rib cage. While Y/n knew it was a long shot, making him laugh, but when she and everyone heard Levi chuckle out loud, Y/n almost fainted.

“Ah! Yes! I finally got a laugh outta ya! I knew you didn’t have a stick up your ass.” The same Nobel woman says and Levi frowns but Y/n quickly makes her fingers work. Levi’s musical chuckle fills her eyes and Y/n smiled so broadly that her face could cramp and remain like that.

Y/n continued to make Levi laugh throughout the night and Erwin gave Y/n a thumbs up after shaking a royals hand. It was weird. Levi glared at her but he didn’t say anything to stop her. After the carriage dropped them off at their base, Levi and Y/n walked hand in hand to their rooms where Levi quickly locked the door and pinned Y/n to their bed.

“Now what was that all about?” He asks and Y/n just starts to laugh. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and she hugged Levi’s neck. “Honey you have the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard. After all these tears, how did I not know that you were ticklish?!”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It never came up. You just assumed I wasn’t.”

“Well, thanks to you, the Corps has a substantial amount of money to last us for five years. We might even have extra to which we can buy tea.”

Levi groans. “I can’t believe you’re using me.” Y/n smiles and flips them over so she straddles him. She bends down and lays her lips all over his smooth skin, leaving his lips for last. “I love you and your laugh. Let me make it up to you for enduring this horrible night.”

She says as she makes her way down.

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🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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italeean · 2 years ago

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My amazing friends

I think it's time I share with you the list of the closest friends I've made during this little journey of mine. I also decided to add a little paragraph for everyone, I hope it's not too sappy lmaooo 😅 ALSO, if you're not on the list, please tell me... I probably just forgot. Vi voglio bene 💚🤍❤️

@jettori Well... one of my first friends around here. What can I say? I think you already know what I think of you and how much I treasure our friendship. You deserve all the love and all the cookies of the world!! 🍡🍪

@rattypatty BABY AGE!! 🌸 This is gonna be your new nickname here ^_^ You always bring a smile to my face (even when you call me baby height...). I genuinely think you're brave and tough and I hope you'll always remain as you are because you're amazing.

@fanfic-chan Such a sweetheart 🥺 Seriously, I think everything about you is cute. Also, I'm proud of all the progress you've made and of your new job. Keep going, you're marvelous and you only deserve the best!!

@kaerichan-yatta My Italian (and linguistic high school) buddyyy 💚🤍❤️ And SUCH. A. TEASE. AAAAAAAAHHH!! But remember, what goes around comes back around. (Although we both know I don't dislike your teases). Anyway, besides being teasy, you have many more qualities and I hope you know how unique and great you are.

@xiaosstepstool MOM FRIEND!! 🥰 Let's be clear now, at first you gave me Gorou vibes, but the more we talked, the more Yae-like you became (in the best way possible). But you're also so sweet and adorable... my heart can't handle this-

@xsezzie Shortieee <333 You're one of the very few people I can use this nickname with. I genuinely think that you're really cool and I really admire how hard you work. Although you're still a small bully to me!! 😭 (I'd say big bully but you know... height difference is on my side here lol)

@tickles-and-cuddles SWEETIEEEEE!! Ily but please, be more self-confident. I'm really glad you reached out to me because now I have another amazing friend, and I know for a FACT that other people would love to get to know you❣️

@wertzunge Tbh you remind me of a little cub lol 😹 I was kinda scared at the thought of approaching you (a big thanks to my social anxiety) so I guess I'll have to thank you for making that project about communication. Thanks to that I got to know a cute, little ball of sunshine ^_^

@intheheartofarainbow Idk if you expected to be on this list, but here you are my dear 😸 Your nice words supported and motivated me probably more than you can imagine. I'm glad I've met such a gentle soul

@skribblz AAAAAAAHHH you have no idea of how honored I felt when you gave me permission to write for your drawings!! I was extremely nervous at the thought of you reading my works though, since I was (and still am) basically an amateur... but your compliments really did improve my self-esteem as a writer (although I'm still rather inexperienced) 🌈

@vampirecorset One of the most mature and strongminded people I've ever met. I admire how you have your own opinions and stick to them. You're truly inspiring ✨️

@fresh-thomato LITTLE CUTIEEEE!! Let's be honest, it's adorable how easy it is to fluster you 🥰 You're one of the strongest people I know, always ready to listen. You're really special to me and I hope you know that

@simplysmilingdrew I WON'T TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I APPRECIATED YOUR FANART BASED ON MY FIC JUST BECAUSE IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT PARAGRAPH AND NOT AN ESSAY 💘 Apart from that, you're always so sweet and nice, I'm honored to be able to call you a friend!!

@tickly-floof One word: BABYYYY!! 🥺 Because that's what you are (in an affectionate way obviously). Honestly, your demeanor is heartwarming... you're really a cute and sweet person!! (PS. Give Kiro a few scritches for me please, he's Baby no. 2 after all)

@leeviathaaaan Levi... or LEEvi..? Sorry, sorry... I had to say it 😅💖 Anyway, I really appreciate your support for my works and I LOVE when we talk. You're a really interesting person and I hope you agree with me here (since I'm 100000% sure I'm right)

@myreygn my fellow Takao simp 🥹❤️ Jokes aside... my Bashful Sweetheart!! Okay I'll get serious now... you're one of the nicest people around here, so sweet and cheerful, I feel like everyone would want to be your friend. But I can't let your teasing about my height and other things slide, hmph! <333

@mai-meiei Aaaaaww you really give me big sister vibes ✨️ You always have something nice to say and are always so supportive... it's a honor to have such a great friend!! Also, your drawings are AMAZING, cutie 🥰

@eliasiis Okay we haven't talked much, but I'd love making friends with you. You seem someone really sweet and funny 😸 Also, you're super talented (seriously guys, if you still aren't following him, do it right now)

@lovinglyroses Yuukoku no Moriarty is undoubtedly a great series, but another reason I'm happy for watching it is because your hcs made us meet 🥹 You are a treasure, for me as a friend and for the whole community thanks to your personality and talent 🩷

@rand0m-s1nner Aaaaahh the first time you texted me I had a giddy smile plastered all over my face!! Like, you showed appreciation for one of the fics I felt the most insecure about... and you're so interesting!! Another amazing person I have the problem of calling a friend 🍡❤️‍🔥

#my mutuals #it came out longer than I expected hehehe #and maybe a bit messier..?#but I like it the way it is so i won't change it #ily all <333

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years ago

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‘ A Broken Promise’ Mikasa x Reader Fanfiction || Angst.

||| Chapt.4 「 FINALE. 」 “The Loss of Freedom of the boy who fought for it,”

﹋「 This contains MAJOR AOT Spoilers for the manga, please proceed with caution. 」﹋

“AGH!” Shit. You felt your body falling through the air, blurred vision as You screamed. Something just- hit you, and you had not a clue what it was. Your leg felt numb, almost like it wasn’t there. “Y/N!” Jean called out to you. his voice getting closer as You felt my body hit his arms. “Shit you alright!?” He asked. Gritting your teeth as your focus came unblurred. The sight infront of you, terrifying. Dozens of titans, more than the nine shifters. So much blood everywhere. Remembering the injury, you looked down at my leg to see a big gash in it, blood falling down into the atmosphere.

“There’s- so much… screaming..” Tears fell down your cheeks. “The titan won’t stop..”

「 This is a time skip to this part. 」

Falco’s titan took you four up in the air. You , Mikasa, and Pieck who can’t turn into pure titans. The people below emerging into titans as you all soared higher. Turning around, you saw Armin fighting Eren in his titan form, his punches no avail to Eren’s.

“Mgh…f-fuck..” You jolted your head as you heard Mikasa murmur. “a-ahh..” She let out in pain. Mikasa’s hand laid rested on her head, her teeth gritted as she suffered.

Her headaches.

That’s what’s happening. Mikasa told you about them once when you both were only cadets. You often helped her through them, letting her lay on your lap as you stroked her hair, giving her comfort. But, that’s all in the past now. You guys are done. Hell, and so is the world..

“I’ll kill him, Help me.” Your Ex’s voice said. “Alright,” Your Captain said. “Y/n, Don’t let Armin accidentally hit us,” He commanded. “And Don’t get caught up with Reiner and Pieck!”

It was all chaos. The explosion of the thunder spear hitting Eren’s teeth left a ring in your ear. Everything is too much..You thought. I- I don’t know how much longer of this I’ll be able to take..

I need someone. I need something. You shut your eyes as you landed on Armins shoulder, stumbling because of your broken leg. It was a relief to be close to him. He turned his head over at you, looking at your tear stained “THEY’RE GONNA DO IT!” You screamed, telling Armin. “THEY’RE GONNA KILL EREN!” Your eyes fell saddened. Everything went blank for you. The screams of children, mothers, fathers, the elder. People who didn’t deserve it, their screams getting more and more faint with every crush. I just, want it to stop.

Eren’s colossal fist punched Armin as you saw Mikasa and Levi heading for the mouth. Bracing your self you gripped your ODM gear tight hanging on.

Please, God just make it Stop.

And then all of a sudden, you blacked out.

Opening your eyes, you saw eren standing right infront of you. He looked into your e/c eyes, guilt and regret on his face. Your eyes widened as you saw him. “Eren…” You said, “y-you… you BITCH!” You sent your hand flying across his face, every ounce of anger inside of you you let out in that one punch. He let out a groan of pain, “YOU’RE SUCH A TRAITOR! YOU’RE NOT ANY BETTER THAN ANNIE BERTOLDT OR REINER! DO YOU NOT SEE THE PEOPLE YOU’VE KILLED!” He held his cheek while after being knocked to the ground.

“ARE YOU STUPID!? DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW MUCH THIS HAS AFFECTED US!? DO YOU EVEN CARE!” Tears spilled down your cheeks like a waterfall.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO THE KIDS WE WERE! THE KIDS WE USED TO BE!”

“they’re gone now,” he replied, looking at your angered mess. You gritted your teeth just looking at him. “You are such a dick.” You growled at him. “Y/n, I know how you feel.”

“WHAT!? YOU KNOW HOW BAD IT HURTS SEEING MY FRIEND SINCE I WAS EIGHT KILL MILLIONS OF PEOPLE!? DO YOU EREN?!” Heavy breath as your screaming continued.

“Y/n,” Eren said. “Make sure she kills me,” His sentence caught you off guard.

“AND YOU… what..” you replied back, your eyes widening.

“Right now we are in a place called the paths,” Eren explained. “I need you to make sure Mikasa kills me,” you looked at him like he was crazy. “Eren, you’re fucking nuts.” The man infront of you eyes glimmered the same as they did as when you were a kid. “I- I don’t want you dead.” You confessed. “You deserve it like hell though! What the hell would your mother think!” You shot at him. “She’d be disappointed in me,” He looked down at the sand beneath you two. “DAMN RIGHT SHE WOULD!”

“Make sure she knows I never hated her, and that she was like family to me,” he said biting his lip. “Don’t tell her I said that, but-“ You were confused, “What are you talking about, we are in the middle of a war you created and you started! We were all at peace till you snuck off to Marley 3 years ago! You said you hated us, that we weren’t ‘free’ you called Mikasa a slave and said that that’s the only reason why she fell in love with me because she’s an Ackerman!”

“Y/n I’m going to tell you this, I did it to protect you.” You scoffed, “did it to protect us my ass, you betrayed us Eren,”

“I know you hate me, but, y/n live your life after this war.” The boy said. “Huh? The hell you getting at? You basically dropped us like flies Jeager! It’s almost like you don’t want us apart of your future”

“No! That isn’t true!” Eren looked up at you, tears flowing down his eyes with pain in his voice. “I did this all so you could have a future! I never wanted to leave you guys! Ever! I wanna be there for you and mikasas wedding! I wanna be there when you have kids! I just..” Eren gritted his teeth, ribbons of water running down his cheek “Nevermind that..”

You sighed, tears of your own forming up in your eyes, “Please, just come home.” You begged. “I can’t,” He said numbly. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

“We love you Eren, we just want you back.. that’s why Mikasa fought so hard to change you..” you sniffled. “There’s nothing that can happen now, I promise, it’s none of you guys fault,” You sighed, “Eren..”

“I love you all so much, It was worth it.” He said, a small smile on his face. You pulled him into a hug as you cried. “Y/n, I’m so happy for you.. You’ve been through thick and thin and you’re still standing.”

“I just want you here.. with us,” you wiped your tears. “ I always am,” Eren put your hand to your heart, doing the salute. “Always,” his gaze more soft. “Until we meet again, Y/n L/n,” the boy said.

“ See you later, jeagerbomb.”

You were snapped back into reality only to see It ended. Everything. The screaming. The titans they just vanished. And the war. It was finally over. Oh shit is Mikasa okay?! You thought. Swinging your ODM gear over to Eren’s body you landed inside his mouth.

Mikasa stood there, her body still, as she held up the head of your childhood best friend. Eren Yeager. ‘She- finally..let go..’ she let go of the person who was her only family left. Running through the town of Shiganshina together. You four played hop scotch, fought of Armins bullies, captured butterflies and fire flies. The memories of when you all were kids was the only thing you could think of. She let go.. so it’s time for you to as-well.

Mikasa turned around slowly, her face numb, neutral. The head of Eren in her hand as she held it up to the air, frozen. You gave her a reassuring smile, “I’m.. so.. so..proud of you..” You limped, walked up to her as you cupped her cheek. Her eyes looked up at you, realization in her gaze. All of a sudden she wrapped her hands around your waist, she buried her head into your shoulder. Tears flowing down her eyes.

“You freed him baby..” Sniffling you said, “I know deep down, he thanks you.. you put him out of pain Mika…“

“I never wanted to hurt you.. I never wanted to...” Your girlfriend confessed. “I’m so..sorry..” she choked, tears building up in her eyes. “I love you mikasa,” you replied. “I love you too... “ The Raven Haired woman hugged you tighter, fighting back tears. “I just.. wanna..go home..”

“Then let’s go..” you whispered softly to her. She picked you up as she started heading for the exit of the mouth. Finally after fighting for so long, we got our freedom.

Thank you Eren Jeager, the boy who sought freedom, Goodbye. <\3

“Waffles!” The child cheered out. A small chuckle was heard from the Raven haired girl that passed out breakfast beside you, “You’re right good job!” She said congratulating the baby that sat at the high chair. It had been three years since you gave birth to (Child’s name) Ackerman. Now here you both were, your year marriage anniversary coming up and your daughters fourth birthday right around the corner, seems you both had a busy schedule for the week. “Thank you love,” you kissed the cheek of your wife as she gave you your tea, “of course,” she smiled returning the kiss.

“Mommy, ummie,” the child with Raven hair asked with curiosity, “how did you meet?” You both giggled a little bit before looking at each other, “well, it’s a long story,” you said to your daughter who’s identical to Mikasa. “How did you get that thing on your face ummie?” Your daughter asked Mikasa, “Someone’s full of questions today huh?” She teased tickling her. The cute laughs of the sweetheart you gave birth to made you smile with joy. Mikasa scruffled up their hair, “how did you meet?”

Looking at each other you both smiled.

“Well honey, it started along time ago, with a boy I knew, named Eren.” :)

Your daughters face lit up in confusion, “Who’s Eren is it one of Uncle min min’s friends?” There was a knock on your door as she asked her question, “well that’s a story for another time, and I gotta get that it’s probably Armin and Annie with Glacious,”

“ummie can you tell me?” (Childs name) asked.

“When you’re older sweetie,” Mikasa smiled.

‘Eren jeager, God, I hadn’t heard his name in a long time’you thought. ‘That boy..’ you laughed to yourself, ‘he stood out from others,’ Eren, the boy who sought freedom.

Memories of him filled your mind as all that was left was his memory, and forever that’s all that will be left. ‘Eren, I know you’re watching from up above,’ you said to yourself.

but as the days passed, his face got blurrier and blurrier, and all that was left were memories of when you all were children in Shingansia District, waiting for freedom to soar.

And Eren, that crazed man, made it soar :,)

➪ Kachiniko ||♡︎ My Blog ♥︎ || ☾What I write ☽ 08/ 01/21

Chapt.1 “Come back to me,”

Chapt.2 “The conclusion”

Chapt. 3 That promised light, the string called hope.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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shotofire · 4 years ago

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hi!! your recent stuff has been sooo funny lol and it got me thinking that a tickle fight with levi would be sooo cute and i was hoping i could request that pls🥺 especially with him being the one to be mostly tickled lmao he's just so cute dude. i have a hc that he's really ticklish and 🥺🥺🥺 my heart

AH! Thank you, you’re so kind *muahh* this is a cute idea and makes me happy to think about hehe

LEVI ACKERMAN x READER

Warnings: Cursing

Many would find it hard to believe that the oh-so-serious Levi Ackerman was ticklish. You didn’t even know of this fact until you’d poked his side and he yelped at the feeling. That night you asked the worlds strongest soldier if he was ticklish, and he acted as if that were impossible. “No, not at all.” The devilish smile on your face made his eyes widen.

“Then why did you have a mini freak out when I poked you earlier?” He avoided the question and instead started talking about all the paper work he needed to do. You let it go for the time being, but soon you were going to figure it out for yourself.

The man knew you weren’t going to let it go. You continued to surprise him with side pokes for the next few days. Each attack made him let out a squeaky sound that made his cheeks turn red. Sometimes if he saw you coming towards him he’d quickly scramble to his office to shut and lock his door.

It was funny at first but now he was just fearing for his life. Yes, a bit dramatic but he had a fear of being tickled. The feeling of not being able to breath properly and having no control was not the best in the world. It was obvious that you had figured all of this out and were out to get him.

It was becoming almost impossible to avoid you. Every where he went you followed or were already there. After the fifth day of the side pokes and sneak attacks he has had enough. The guy wasn’t mad at you, he just wanted to get you back.

That night you sat in his bed as he did paper work at his desk. “Can you bring me the books on the nightstand, please?” You nod in respond and bring him the blue and red books. “When do you think you’ll be-“ He cuts your question off with fingers attacking your middle. The books that were in your hands had already slammed to the ground in surprise.

Your laughter filled the air as he picked you up and continued to come for your midsection. Levi dropped you on the bed and continued his ambush. The air was growing thin and your eyes shut tight. “Stop, stop!” He does as you ask, and a satisfied grin is on his face. You look at him with a fake pout and he can’t help but let out a cackle.

“It’s pay back for this week.” You already understood why he made you almost pee yourself. In a way you deserved it, but you weren’t going to let him have this victory. He gasps when you grab his arm to pull him onto the bed with you. Legs straddle his hips as you have his arms pinned down under your legs as well. His eyes widen at your quick moves, and moving out of your grip was a lost cause. Cons of dating a soldier, you were strong.

“My turn.” The smile on your face was the same one you always make before you committing your devious acts. This time you’re the one tickling him and he’s much more sensitive than you. Your fingers are wedged into his rip cage, and working up to his underarms. His laughter is deep and non-stop which is something you’ve never experienced from him.

The sight has you laughing as well, it was just too good. You started to loose focus as your eyes crinkled and had tears brimming in them, it was excessively funny. He finally managed to get one of his arms free and pushed you off of him. Even if his laughter had stopped yours certainly hadn’t.

Your arms were wrapped around your stomach as you let out snort after snort. “You should have seen,” you cut yourself off with a squeaky giggle, “your face!” He rolls his eyes but can’t help but smile at you. Your face was red and your laugh was geeky, and it was too cute. “My life was threatened! Of course my face is going to look funny!” He defends himself jokingly and your laughs only continue.

After another minute you’re finally catching your breath. The whole laughing fit had you light headed. It was nearly impossible to remember the last time you got to roar with laughter like that. “Was it really that funny?” He asks with a quirked brow. You nod your head in response, if you talk the uncontrollable giggling may continue.

“You’re a damn lunitic sometimes, (y/n).” He says with a smile, obviously teasing. “Yeah and you love it.” He couldn’t argue, it was very true. You were his crazy person who pinned him down and tickled him until he was spent, and didn’t mind all that much. To see you laugh with such joy like that was all worth it.

“You have three seconds to run before I tickle you again.” Your words have his eyes widening snd looking at you with concern. Had you gone off the deep end? Was this what it was coming to? Everyday was he going to be attacked with tickles?

“Three”

Oh no.

“Two”

He scrambled to his feet but you grab him before you even say one. The rest of the night is consumed with laughter and wresting to tickle the other person. It was hard to believe the two of you were titan killing adults.

It was nice to let go and goof off, and just be crazy lovebirds.

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tamagochiie · 4 years ago

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soulmate au

synopsis. where the haikyuu bois can hear when their soulmate is singing (whether it be in another universe or theirs)

character roster. oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, kenma kozume, kuroo tetsuroo, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tedashi, sugawara koushi, daichi sawamura, hinata shoyo, bokuto kotarou, akaashi keiji

genre. fluff

a/n. this has been in my drafts for over a month now, and i really wanted to write this properly after finishing up my finals... i saw a lot of tiktoks about this and i was i n s t a t n l y hooked.

oikawa tooru —> it happens during his high at the final moments of the game; breaths ragged as sweat drips down from his face, the crowd chanting his name when he sends the ball flying over to the opposing court. his ego is flying dangerously close to the sun when the quiet hum of your voice has him jolt in place—feet completely glued to the floor. he'll try to brush it off and try to focus back on the game at hand, but there's a thrum of excitement in his chest when he hears you loud and clear.

its a moment he's been waiting for, but out of all times, why now? his eyes will sweep through the bleachers, hoping to see that you might be close by, but the poor boy's out of luck. even more so, when the buzzer screeches in the stadium does oikawa gravitate back to reality, your singing no longer ringing in head does he realize he's cost the whole team their winning point.

iwaizumi hajime —> he's in the middle of a nap during lunch, ignoring his friends who're eating by his side; oikawa's persistent chattering drowns out the noise in the classroom. so he gets up and leaves, knowing full well he'll never be able to get the peace he deserves if he stays a minute longer.

he threads his fingers through his hair, trying to subside his headache as he stumbles down the hall to look for a place to sleep. he'll eventually make a home out of a creaky wooden bench just outside the art room, settling uncomfortably on the fragile wood.

he'll miss it at first, thinking you were just one of the girls passing by. actually, he misses it completely by assuming it as such. but he doesn't mind it as it helps him fall asleep; he makes mental note to find you, making the mistake of assuming you're not anywhere else except here.

kenma kozume —> "who the fuck is singing?" is what kenma hisses as he clicks away, harshly pressing down on the keys in a switch motion. his lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed into a deep line as the screen of his computer ; he's been streaming for hours with kuroo and levi.

kenma is not a believer of soulmates, and the boy dreaded the moment he'd have to hear your voice uninvitingly taking up room in the space he felt the safest: his head. as you sing to the top of your lungs, enjoying the high of a chorus, unbeknownst to you the effect it had on the poor gamer boy who had all the hours he spent playing go to waste, he's just been given more reason to hate you than to love you.

kuroo tetsuro —> a smile creeps across his lips when he hears you sing, setting his textbook down before he slumps against the wooden backrest of his chair. he's been wondering when he'd hear from you; he always made sure he was in a quiet space so he'd hear you loud and clear. he flutters his eyes shut, craning his head back as his body eases to the sound of your voice. you weren't the best singer, but to kuroo you were the sweetest sound he could ever hear.

tsukishima kei —> he has a sharp tongue, but who would've thought there'd be a day when he'd open his mouth to fire insults at certain blueberry boy only to have nothing—not even a crack in his voice��slip out. his mouth goes dry instantly as he stands there dumbfounded as yamaguchi. somehow, the oh-so golden crown that usually rests well atop tsukki's head has fallen to the gentle sound of your singing.

though tsukki had always placed himself in a pedestal, looking down on other from where he stood, there was always a lingering insecurity that he'd never get a soulmate in this lifetime—or in any lifetime. so when he hears your voice in his head, there's a twinge of hope in his heart at the thought there's someone meant for him.

yamaguchi tadashi —> he's blushing quite profusely, slapping his hand onto tsukki's mouth without giving the action as much as a thought as excitement overrides him, catching tsukki off guard. he can finally hear you, and he almost misses it if it weren't for his best friend's pride.

yamaguchi rests his eyes, fluttering them shut as he and his lanky friend stop in the middle of the hallway, not minding those who brush past him as he dwells in the sound of your voice.

"she's so beautiful," yamaguchi sighs, moving his hand off of tsukki's lips and onto his chest, "i wanna marry her."

"how can you say she's beautiful?" tsukki seethes, spitting away the salty aftertaste of his best friend's hand. "you haven't even seen her yet."

"with a voice like that, i already know she is."

sugawara koushi —> the amount of force he uses when he slaps his teammates on the back is the same amount of force that presses against his heart when he hears you singing, voice cracking ever so often as you try to reach the high notes. happy isn't a word he could describe the little pitter patter of feet squishing his stomach. happy is not a good enough word for sugawara to describe how he feels after finally getting to hear you sing.

she must really like this song, sugawara thinks to himself as mutes his teacher's chattering. he'll close his eyes, listening to you and your words carefully before scribbling the lyrics onto his notebook, keeping note to search the song later. it's a habit sugawara will eventually grow into every time he hears your voice, thinking he'll get to know you a bit better by listening to your favorite songs.

sugoi, he gasps in wonder, lips curving into a smile. its a soft ballad, foreign to his ears, but he'll mouth along to your singing and continue on with his jog.

daichi sawamura —> it happens in the middle of his morning jog while listening to music. he'll take off his earbuds, tapping against the plastic because he thinks his earphones one of his broken when your voice overlaps with the bands he's listening to. it takes him a while, but when he pauses his music, its only then does he realize what's going on.

hinata shoyo —> he sprints to kageyama, slapping him in the back while he's about to practice a toss, "i can hear her! i can hear her!" is what the sunshine boy screams, tugging onto the sleeve of his best friend as he hears your voice. "i can finally hear her!"

still clinging onto the material of kageyama's jersey, earning a grunt and a curse, hinata flutters his eyes shut and focuses on the sound of your voice. he doesn't understand the lyrics or the tune of the song you're singing, but its you—your voice that has his heart thumping against his ribcage, breaths hitching in his throat, drying his lips. the same high he rides in the middle of the game rises from the pit of his stomach and spreads a warm feeling across his chest.

and for the first time, the bright boy has something else to beam about other than a sport.

bokuto kotarou —> his eyes dilate as his lips curve into a toothy grin, cheeks blushing a peachy color when he hears you, his soulmate, the one and only person he can finally call home. your voice isn't the prettiest nor is it the smoothest, but it belongs to the one he'll get call his—his whole world. he's spent his whole life imagining what it'll feel like when he hears you; maybe his hairs will stand on its ends, a tickle down his spine, or maybe he'll know what it feels like to forget how to breathe. But instead, he's learns what it means to be at peace, to feel the world turn beneath his feet as focuses on nothing but the sound of your voice.

he drops everything in his hands, his attention slipping away from the front of the class and onto you. he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, tuning out everything else as he listens to you stumbling over your words as you try to sing properly.

cute, is the last thought bokuto spares before sinking back into his chair.

akaashi keiji —> its a small smirk that plays across this quiet boy's lips. there's a slight tug in his heart as his stomach folds into itself. the quiet mumble of your singing washes out the background noise of bokuto's shouting echoing the gym. he shuts his eyes, fiddling with the ball in between his hands as he listens to you.

he'll bob his head to beat of your words, even humming a little once he's caught the tune. his teams watch him from the side, brows furrowed while a few mouths hang open. he looks strange, but akaashi is too invested in the moment he shares with you to think twice about what he might look like.

*i'm still not convinced that i can properly write my bbies from inarizaki, so until then, please bare with me hahu

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sofijaeger · 4 years ago

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Sway

eren yeager x reader

word count: 3.3k

i wrote this about a year ago, i apologize for it being awkward lol

this isn’t the one I was planning on doing in my recent post, but I simply pasted this from my wattpad account and I think it’s kinda cool! This will mainly be set in 2nd person P.O.V. but your thoughts will be included as well.

Eren’s kinda OC... but who cares:)

Warnings:

• just a lil spicy👀 *Eren’s fault not mine*

• mentions/spoilers of season 3 part 2

Members of every Regiment appeared for what was planned as one special, social occasion, honoring the Scouting Regiment for their success in reclaiming Wall Maria, one of humanities' biggest comebacks. The take-back had caused so much pressure on the people, Historia, who had recently been enthroned as Queen a few months prior, had obliged an event to settle the scouts, and release any frustrations they had felt in the past.

Entering the large ballroom, each of your eyes gleamed in excitement at the sight before you. Captain even widened his eyes in amusement. Hundreds of formally looking pairs were painted across the spacious room. Many gathered in clumps around the perimeter of the ballroom, discussing each other's wear and significant ones, others casually seated at the tables, enjoying the fresh cuisine that had miraculously increased in supply thanks to the farmlands of Maria reopening.

Yet your eyes focused on one thing only. The dance floor, fully covered in couples flowing effortlessly in patterns like words written into poetry. As you began to step forward, lifting your dress in courtesy, a hand had gently tugged on your sleeveless arm. "Don't you think it's best we start the night off with conversation?" Armin gave you a gentle smile, despite his attempts to hold Connie and Sasha back from the royal buffet.

Inviting Captain Levi's Special operations squad as her guests of honor, discussions between your group and the rest of the Soldiers from each wall had been intense. The 10 members including yourself felt too uncomfortable thinking about the subject again, specifically the losses you each endured.

As the late evening began to set, and the population of the room increasingly drunkened themselves, the cadets and yourself had had enough of the boring conversations. "That's it", Connie interrupted the group, "LET'S PARTY!!". He chugged a small shot glass of alcohol, receiving a few cheers from random guests and shocked faces from you and the rest of your squad, before pulling on your wrist, leading you to the dance floor. Excited to start dancing, a single thought held you back, and eventually another wrist.

You turned your head, viewing a surprisingly timid brunette holding your hand. "Eren?" you questioned. "Is something wrong?". He finally made contact with you, and seemingly blushed? Eren was never one to make such emotional faces but it seemed the view of something had changed his thoughts.

Or someone.

"Y-You..." he stuttered. By this time Mikasa had placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong Eren?" she comforted.

Still keeping his gaze upon you, he mustered the words "You promised me a dance, don't you remember?" Your eyes widened at the question you answered only a day ago~

☼ ☼ ☼

"[Nameee]" Eren called, a day earlier. Finishing up the last of your chores, you hadn't turned in time for him to hold you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you in surprise. "Eren?!" you laughed. "Enough with the sweetness, I'm not finished yet!" Placing you down, he reached for another broom and assisted you in your cleanings.

After a few moments, you broke the silence, yet Eren was much more into physical showings than verbal. "I'm excited for the party tomorrow" You smiled. Turning to look at him, he kept his focus on the task at hand, sighing in what seems like half content, half dissatisfaction. "Oh, don't be so mopey Eren. Especially not around me!" He leveled to your eyes, a saddened look still present on his face.

"Er, what's wrong?"

"Taking a break doesn't sound very soldier-like to me"

"Don't you think we deserve a break?" you questioned. No matter how hard you tried it seemed you could never understand him and his motives.

"We're supposed to be fighting. Staying on the front lines until everything has been settled. What's the point in taking a rest?"

"Well let's see...to maintain our sanity?" You both chuckled. After another quick moment of silence, Eren considered your thought. "I guess it won't be too bad" he laughed. "Just don't expect me to be the life of the party"

"Oh you most certainly will be" you answered. "You HAVE to dance at least once".

"What? No way!"

"Despite what you may think, you've got some of the best rhythm i've ever seen. I promise you one dance won't hurt" you told. Eren looked into your eyes, the same eyes you'd fallen for not so long ago. "Will it be with you?" He spoke in almost a whisper, unknowingly moving closer to you. Your breath jumped before you could answer with a grateful smile.

"I promise".

☼ ☼ ☼

"I had her first, Titan boy!" Connie shouted, taking your hand again. Jean seemed to stand in disbelief. "Hey, I want to dance with her too!" He argued. Mikasa quietly giggled, sneaking you a shot glass before you approached the floor. Captain Levi was careless over the boys behavior but was quite concerned for the ladies, making sure they were safe was one of his priorities, almost making him seem father-like. As Historia from the other side of the ballroom instructed the musicians to mature the theme of the night, you took a few final sips of the beverage, seeing a few shocked looks from your comrades. Before accepting Connies proposal and making your way to the floor.

Almost immediately as the two of you stepped out, the music began to play. You were glad you had such great friends to dance with, but there was one problem.

Connie surprisingly had no rhythm.

He seemed to be enjoying himself as the instruments strummed in complexity, but his steps rather than reaching the floor stepped onto your small feet. You couldn't last more than 8 seconds with him. Jean suddenly tapped your shoulder and you accepted his offer to dance. "You understand, don't you Connie?" You cheekily smiled before walking away with Jean.

When Marimba rhythms start to play, Dance with me...

"Make me sway" The two-tone haired boy sang to you, making you laugh as you attempted to assist him in his dance steps. Jean was a good dancer, it was well known between the scouts, but it seemed no one could match your skill or competitiveness. "Jesus, Jean you really are a horse!" you critiqued. Your laugh though soon became more of a worry. Where was Eren? In all honesty you just wanted to spend time with him. Where could he have gone to?

What you hadn't observed was the turquoise-eyed boy on the side of the ballroom, who was very skeptical of your time spent with the others. No matter how often he denied it, seeing you happy with Jean pissed him off.

"I'd step in if I were you." a smaller man suggested, stepping towards Eren and Armin, who was trying to comfort his friend in the process of being extremely possessive over a girl who wasn't even his.

"Really, Captain?" Eren responded. Levi nodded, adjusting his tuxedo before shoving him to stumble closer to you and the horse.

Jean's face showed an apologetic frown for his clumsy footwork, before he noticed something over your shoulder. Jean smirked, then used his shoe to tangle you into your tight dress. You gave him a look that meant none else than 'are you kidding', leaving you no choice but to twirl yourself out of your tangled attire.

Immediately as you settled yourself out of your entwined dress, the hands of your partner were reapplied to your form, less tense.

You look up, only to notice your partner grabbing your hand and swerving you in a circle, beginning your dance again. You couldn't turn your head quick enough to meet his face, and it was quite a sharp twirl, one you never thought would've come from Jean.

And that’s when you realized you weren’t dancing with Jean anymore.

The male then began challenging footwork, something you could easily tag along to since it was...

At a quick tempo?

Just who am I dancing with?!

Again, before you could turn your head to make eye contact with your partner, he spun you once more, so that your backside was facing his chest. One hand of his sliding over your stomach, the other gently tracing down your arm to grab your hand again. Your breath hitched, and your feet continued to move in a pattern so insync, it was quite hard to understand how you were keeping time with him.

This guy is better than me!

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, pull me close, sway me more.

Spinning you back around so you were held in a standard partner position, this boy held you so close your head was practically leaning on his shoulder. He didn't want you to see the reactions of the hundreds of people, now stepping off the floor to give their attention to you two. He wanted you to feel the moment with him, as if you were the only two in the world.

You were his world, that was for sure.

Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease...

The two of you continued to move in a circular motion across the center of the floor, stopping only for improvised footwork or him lifting you off the floor as you two spun. From afar, you met Mikasa's eyes as she and a few other couples danced around you. She was with Jean, as he held her waist with a grin, but she didn't seem to happy about it. Chuckling at her facials, You were twirled again by your mysterious partner, his chocolate tussles brushing over your cheek.

When you dance you have a way with me, Stay with me,

The male hugged your form, pressing your entire body so close to his, slipping one finger into the cut of your dress so he was now tickling the bare skin of your lower back. The music timed perfect with this words:

"...sway with me"

Eren sang into your ear.

Your jaw dropped open, as the male longingly looked to your gorgeous complexion. Finally, you had the chance to meet Eren's eyes, but you didn't want to anymore. He had left you a beet-red mess.

God, you loved him.

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak.

It truly was an odd moment for everyone. The other scouts who had become your family had noticed your reaction in this very moment, as well as your emotions around him in the last few years. You were stubborn, but you'd always allow your temperamental, boss-like exterior to subside whenever you were with, him.

You had no choice than to wrap your arms around Eren's neck, to avoid any hints of your already blushing self. Dammit, what the hell is wrong with me?! you thought to yourself.

Eren chuckled in surprise, taking his far hand to support your upper back. "What?" he flirtatiously questioned, sending breathed heat to your neck where his mouth spoke. "You did say 'enough with the sweetness'". Eren used his index finger that had already been under the waistline of your dress to titillate your lower back once again. You whimpered in what you both knew was pleasure, and placed your head snug into the crook of his neck, your heavy breaths making his smug look even greater.

He took pride in how he was making you feel,

I can hear the sounds of violins, long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how, sway me smooth, sway me now

He slyly kissed the side of your upper half, from your warm cheek down to your collarbone over and over, continuing to sway as to not make a scene. You couldn't do anything but grit your teeth, for Eren had never pulled any sort of loving move to this extent. It was obvious he wanted to please you. And it was working, because you were furious.

No person could ever come close to making you feel this way, so why Eren? What about his sincerity and allurement made its way into you? Why did he make my heart race? It may have been his eyes, which caught you by surprise from the first day of Cadet training. You remembered thinking how you've never seen green eyes so bright, or how they could easily pass as turquoise from the blue and yellow flecks scattered in them. Maybe it was his confidence? An emotion he let out so effortlessly, even when he felt hopeless. It made you feel warm, like a true savior was guiding you.

As you pondered stressfully between your thoughts, so much frustration had caused you to gather a small tear in your eyes, and if you hadn't blinked, it wouldn't have trickled onto Eren, butterfly kissing his now damp neck.

Eren widened his eyes at your reaction, and immediately supported your head in his hand. "[Name?]" he worriedly whispered, burying his nose into your hair to shield your emotions from any eyeing guests. A minute passed with no response, he desperately tried to get an answer from you.

"Are you?... I didn't mean for you to-"

"It's not that" you whispered back.

"It had to have been something I did-".

"Yes-" was all you could muster before Eren spun the two of you in between couples, exiting the hall in an elegant fashion. He let go of your form, only holding on by your hand as he led you out to one of the many balconies the castle held, away from all the people.

Coming to a stop by the balustrade, Eren quickly turned around to see your almost dizzied form. Head down and sniffing back tears you most certainly didn't want to release in front of him. He took one step, wrapped his arms around you, less provocative than before, and held you for quite a while in silence. That is until he gained the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry, I really am." he cooed. "I never intended to make you feel uncomfortable. Please, know it was just a joke if I hurt your feelings in any way..." He placed a hand back over your head, softly rubbing it as you stood in his embrace. You wanted to cry right then and there. Cry out all the emotions youd held in these past years. He confused you so much you didn't know how to think or act around him. If that wasn't enough for you to begin crying again, the kiss he gave onto your forehead did the trick.

"I don't understand. " you whispered.

"What?"

"I don't understand you!" you shouted. Eren's face paled as you shoved out of his embrace, crossing your chilled arms. Wary of being too loud, you stuttered your next words.

"How come... you always know what to say. Is that another perfect quality of yours?".

Shit

Holding back your feelings wasn't an option anymore.

You had to let him know.

You wanted to let him know.

"No matter how hard I try I can never understand you! One minute your completely focused on what you have in mind, and the next your smiling without a worry in the world. I don't get it! You never give up on me, or never fail to make me beam, even in the darkest of times. How can you do that to me?! How can you make me nervous and excited at the same time? What is it about you that makes me want to fall harder for you?!"

Eren stood at you bug-eyed. How in the world was he supposed to respond to something so heartfelt? Words he conveyed so mutually? Luckily, you gave him more time as you continued to confess in your confusing way.

"Maybe... it's that your so loving towards your goals" you calmed down,"Yea...That's it." confirming with yourself out loud."Goals I find so astonishing, though I can barely understand how you approach them. It makes me want to stand by you, all the time, defeating all the challenges you face”.

You grabbed each of his clammy hands that hung beside his limpish figure.

“I want you to achieve the greatest happiness imaginable Eren." You looked up at him, and there was that blush you'd seen on him from before. Darker this time, even in the illuminated sky.

"It's a distinct feeling, I think of admiration? No, more than that. One I can't help, so rather than trying to fight it, I can't do anything but surrender to it. I sound absolutely crazy but I can't help it because-"

“I’m in love with you” Eren finished your sentence.

"Yes, that's exactly how I feel Eren! Wait, come again?"

By the time you could process his words, Eren had pulled you into a deep first kiss. His lips were warmer than you expected. The boy had wanted to hold you like this for as long as he could remember, his own hands couldn't bring you closer to him. He slid his hand through your hair, the other around your waist, finding its way back to that sweet spot underneath your waistline hem.

You quiet moan from his action was enough permission to passionate the bond between you two, as you grabbed him around the neck.

Eren was so immensely happy. He'd had never felt this kind of love.

A love he felt so rawly, he was completely lost in his dreams when he was with you.

You couldn't contain your breath much longer, forcing yourself to break away in a gasp, yet your noses still connected, Eren blindly searching for your lips again.

"[Name]" he whispered , touching his forehead with yours.

"I didn't know how to explain it, how you complete me when I thought no one could, but you do understand me, that's why I-" He stared into your tired eyes, gesturing his confession. "I-I can't contain myself around you. As soon as I see you each morning, I feel every urge in my body to tell you every detail about me, knowing you'll listen and genuinely care. I want... to kiss you every single time I look at you." His breath carried him into a few peppered kisses to your lips.

"Never in a thousand years could this event, or any person i've met be the source of my sanity. It's you, [Name], it always has been".

Your mind couldn't process what exactly had just happened, so you continued to stare down at his shoes, Your foreheads still connected as Eren once again attempted to get a response out of you.

"Was that too much?" Eren asked. His hand had made its way to hold yours, his other against your dry, tear-stained cheek, stroking it with upmost sympathy. "What I did back in the ballroom?"

You smirked, meeting his eyes with pure confidence and shook your head 'no'.

"I never said I didn't like it, Eren".

Eren smiled, wiping your damp under-eyes with his finger as he lead you back into the ballroom. There, you'd met the rest of your squad who was seated at your reserved table.

"Oi, that was some dance you two did" Connie raised his eyebrows up and down in amusement. "I got... lost in the moment." Eren nervously claimed. Connie seemed to notice the two of you still holding hands just as Jean had. "Someone confessed" Jean confirmed, but you could only smile.

"That's enough with the chatting. Get the last of your fun in now, because you won't have another chance like this for a while." Captain Levi broke in. The 10 of you ran back out to the dance floor, enjoying every bit of yourselves into the late night.

In all of your losses, all your tragedies, you'd found true happiness. And it seemed Eren had as well, turning to you with an even greater smile than he had ever made before.

#anime #eren jaeger #eren x reader #snk eren #eren x you #eren yeager #eren aot #eren x y/n #fanfic #fan fiction #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #hes adorable

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free-pancakes · 4 years ago

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Promt 19 about Levihan..I'll cry if this gonna be angst🥺

sorry it took so long! prompt 19: First and last time Hange and Levi see each other cry

ask prompts here

AO3 link here

forewarning, the second half has snk chapter 139 spoilers! and thanks for the ask @i-am-no-body :)

The smell of salt tickled his nose, and the sand warmed the spaces between his toes. Levi sighed as the sun shined happily over the beach. The scene seemed too perfect--calm and safety were never the norm for any of them. He was much too accustomed to this, and couldn’t let himself relax. The mesmerizing glimmer of the light reflecting off the ocean water fought with Levi and tried to get him to let loose, but he just couldn’t. Someone had to watch over everyone, and he had to do it. Hange and the kids were all in the water splashing around—he stared at them all unblinking, worried that some unknown creature would pop out of the water, some titan would show up unannounced, or the strange push and pull of the water would carry all of them away.

Despite his tries to convince Hange not to touch anything, he knew it would never stop her unrelenting curiosity. He tried to smile at her whenever she pulled some strange thing out of the water, but all he could think of was every poison remedy and wound care plan that Moblit and Nifa taught him years ago—everyone who spent significant time with Hange had to learn these things, as her curiosity was bound to get her killed if they didn’t have an idea of how to help her if something went wrong.

Levi began to grow tired under the heat of the sun and the calming sounds of the water’s push and pull, and he let his eyes close for just a second.

Suddenly, he found himself waking up to Hange poking at his cheek, the sun low in the sky, streaks of orange illuminating the strands of Hange’s hair. She smiled at him, grabbed his hand, and began dragging him towards the water.

“No Hange, I don’t need to go in,” Levi protested.

“Of course you do, Levi!” she insisted, and once again, Levi knew he didn’t really have much of a choice. “Come on, before we completely lose daylight!”

Levi felt the water rush against his calves, the gentle force of the waves foaming and bubbling against his skin. It was as though the water was alive, trying to coax him in further. The ocean was cool and refreshing, in contrast to Hange’s arm laced in his, warm and overly energetic. He stared at her side profile, the setting sun illuminating over slightly hooked nose, her huge toothy smile, and her brown eyes sparkling as though all the light of the world resided between the lines of her irises—every thing he loved about her face lit in front of him. The sun’s rays caressed her cheek and he found his hand reaching towards her to do the same, but he instead brought his fingers to his own. “Are these… tears?”

Levi was unfamiliar with the sensation. The last time he ever cried was when he lost Farlan and Isabel, and the last time anyone ever actually witnessed him shedding tears was when he was just a child.

But this was the first time he ever cried out of pure happiness.

Hange was absolutely gorgeous in his eyes, her pure joy enough to reduce him to tears—nothing was more beautiful than seeing all the light of the world in her eyes again. Shiganshina had drained the light from them not too long ago, and he was simply happy to see it resurface once again.

He looked away towards the horizon, trying to hide the tears streaming down his face, embarrassed.

But Hange noticed. She didn’t have to turn around and look at him, she felt it in her grip around his arm—the slight trembling in his bones but the overall feeling of his body relaxing under her hold, and the sound of hesitant sniffling and his attempts to control his breath, which hitched every couple seconds as he tried to keep it together. She peeked out the corner of her eyes to see the tears on his cheeks, the light of the sun reflecting off them, a tiny smile gracing his lips, and she couldn’t help but tear up at the sight. Levi had never cried in front of her, or anyone in the Scouts before, and she was happy that he could simply let it out. She wasn’t sure why he was crying, but she knew what would help him feel a little better.

Hange quickly let go, catching Levi by surprised. She reached down to scoop water and splash it all over him, covering his face, blending in with his tears.

“There,” she thought. He could let the tears go, hidden in the splashes of ocean water dowsing his face. He splashed her back and they tackled each other down into the water, giggling like little children, their tears hidden in the splashes of the water and smiles of relief that they could have a moment of respite with each other. Hange collapsed under the waves and pulled him down with her, giving him a small kiss on the cheek under the water where the kids couldn’t see, and he pulled her into a tight embrace for a fleeting second before they surfaced for air.

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Levi saw the steam of titans rise from all directions as he sat, exhausted, laying his back against the rubble of the fight.

“Gabi!” He heard Falco yell, the sounds of the 104th surprised exclamations… relieved at the end of the battle.

He stared into the smoke, and saw blurred faces in a mess of green—the Scouts. He was seeing them all now, too. “Tch, just like those 2 idiots, huh?” He squinted at the sight— “Is it my time? My turn to join them?”

A few faces became clear amidst the fallen comrades— Erwin, Petra, Moblit, and in the center…

He stared into her eye, alive once again just like at their first time at the sea.

Light dancing between the lines of her iris, her eye a pool of honey so sweet and kind, something he absolutely adored, and genuinely missed.

“Were you watching?” His comrades began to smile, but he looked directly at Hange, the person he was reallyy directing his question at. She avoided his gaze, looking sad.

Hange tried living like Levi, a life with no regrets, but she had been filled with it. And her biggest regret was sitting right there before her, and she didn’t want to look it in the face. But she couldn’t ignore his darting gaze for long. Levi’s stare felt like small needles poking at her, asking her desperately to look him in the eye once again—he did say he’d see her later, right? She sighed, and looked up at Levi.

They were two halves a whole, and now it was even physically apparent—her left eye gone, his left eye present. His right eye gone, her right eye present. Tears welled up in each of their remaining eyes.

The air was silent, but their hearts screamed out for each other, and their familiar telepathic-like conversation ensued, talking with only their eyes.

“So do I get to join you now?”“No way, Levi! You get to live a long life—you deserve it, Shorty. And those kids need you.”

“You deserved it too.”

Hange grinned, a blush appearing on her tear-ridden cheeks.

“Keep watching over us, Hange? Over me?”

Her grin reduced to a soft smile, one Levi missed and adored so very much.

“Of course,” she replied.

She reached towards her eyepatch.

“No, Hange, I don’t need it. I want everyone to see the work you did here, and remember you.” Levi reached his hands towards the stitches on his face. “And this way, where my right eye is missing, you can see, Hange.”

A single tear fell down Levi’s cheek.

They both brought their right hands to their hearts, and Levi watched Hange close her eyes and smile, as she and all of his comrades faded away into the sky.

#levihan #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #snk 139 #snk chapter 139 spoilers #snk #aot #ask

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years ago

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Their Cravat

Levi Ackerman X Reader

Part One

A/N: *ugly, wet, and hysterical sobbing in the distance* - Nemo

Warnings: Manga Spoilers. Character Death. Angst.

Summary: Levi realizes you’ve been with him, watching his back for a long time. He also realizes he never return the favor.

Listening to: ‘All The Debts I Owe’ by Caamp - ‘And I know you'll miss me, I'm barley fifty, and comin' with me are all the debts I owe.’

Masterlist

If there was one thing that Levi wasn’t quite used to losing, it was people.

He could lose homes, horses, hope, and the heat that swelled in his chest when he saw a familiar face, but friends, family, or faith? Losing those would break him, he could tell. He knew it.

His mother, Furlan and Isabel, his Squad, Erwin. But now he’d lost Hange too, and everything he once had was running thin. Too thin.

Now his oldest and closest friend was you, and he didn’t even know you that well.

Over his chosen recovery time - barely a week, if only a few days, it all blurred to him - Levi realized he didn’t know you as well as he ought to have. You’d been in the Scouts as long as he had, worked with his old Squad as long as Hange had, and been one of Erwin’s most trusted subordinates. His lack of knowledge of you made him feel something akin to awful.

Then, waiting and thinking among the hum of the airship, he looked over at you.

You looked so tired. Aside from the slump in your shoulders and the reddened eyes - things others passed for as your reaction to Hange - Levi noticed the sunkenness in your face, and the hollow look in your eyes.

You weren’t Humanity’s Strongest. You weren’t gifted with some superhuman ability to go feral with power. You didn’t have a titan form to turn into when things got bad. You were you, simple, human, and eventually you would break.

Levi was worried you already were broken, and that made you more dangerous than anyone else on this ship.

He remembered back to those days when he was told to rest. You brought him his cravat - pristine white, and smelling like the most clean thing he’d even touched in his entire life. That alone earned you his respect.

But you stayed, and he understood because you both knew Hange was too busy to do it themself.

You lurked at the back of the room when the doctors came in, refusing to leave him alone. You learned how to change his bandages, so then no complete strangers would be getting up in his space. You took him to sit at the basin, and snipped away at his hair because it got too long. You lathered foam onto his face, taking the blade across his skin so precisely it took you an hour to do properly.

You took care of him so well, and before that he only would’ve seen you as another fallen soldier if you’d died. Now that had changed.

You were all he had left now, and that was why he strapped into the gear despite the warmth in his veins and the chills on his skin. If he weren’t there, you could disappear. You were all he had left now, and he wasn’t going to let that go that easily.

But this world was cruel. No matter how much you gave, how much good you did, or how much you fought - this world took, and took, and took, and took, until there was nothing left for it to take.

His life was nicer now than it was back then.

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Now, despite his great dislike of the mess, he found himself sitting among the grass, it’s blades tickling his bare arms. The sun was shining, and the breeze was warm, and he had never felt more at peace.

And yet still had never felt more alone.

In his lap lay his cravat, now more worn than it had been when you gave back to him it to him all those years ago, and now had a seam running from one side to the other. He shuddered to remember how it got there.

After Hange died, he could tell you needed something, anything, that was good.

Your act of kindness became his, and with wobbly legs, and shaking hands, he stood from his seat on that airship and went to tie it around your neck. From that moment on and up until the moment you died, no one could admit to seeing you without it on.

He wasn’t able to take it from you - no, the world was too cruel for that too - instead he plucked it from the sky as it slipped from your neck.

He supposed, sitting in that summer breeze, that the wind fifteen meters up into the open sky would have been enough to loosen it.

He wasn’t the nicest man, he knew that. He never did anything to make people want to be around him, and yet as he sifted through memories starting from the same time he met Erwin - you were there too.

You were at the Underground, standing on a rooftop just in his peripheral vision.

You were there after he killed the titan that took Isabel and Furlan, blades out and ready in case anything happened while Erwin talked him down.

You were there at the first break in the wall at Shiganshina, rescuing more civilians and cadets than you were attacking titans.

You were there riding right next to Erwin when they went on the mission to capture the Female Titan, keeping those you could out of harm's way.

You were everywhere, looking out for him and everyone else, protecting them so that they could fight even harder than they would’ve otherwise. You protected and cared to people - for everyone, including him - even if you didn’t out rightly show it. You let them give their hearts. And when you needed it - someone to protect you - where was he?

He took his cravat in his hands, running his thumbs across the fabric and the stitches from where you were cut. The part of you that ought to have been treated with tender touches, and soft grazes was treated with a brutality that brought a sickness to his stomach.

He couldn’t help but cry, because he was alone, because he didn’t have anyone, because now that the world was a place worth living in none of his friends were there to live in it with him.

And never in his life had he felt so old.

In the time leading up to when you died, he made the effort to get closer to you - and closer did you get.

On the day you died, in the last moment you spent alone together was a touch - a kiss so soft and fleeting that he wanted to chase it. He should have chased it. The foolish thinking that he’d have an after to spend with you meant he didn’t.

The world was cruel, and that meant that he didn’t get nice things. He didn’t get a family, or friends, or a lover. He didn’t deserve a happily ever after, not by the world's standards. But he was allowed peace.

So as he sat in the grass, warm breeze in his hair, and that white cravat in his hands, he spared a smile as he wiped away his tears.

As those he did have left came ambling towards him with baskets of food in hand, and laughter on their tongues, he spared a thought for those who weren’t here.

His old family, old friends, old confidants.

You.

He had the remains of a life, he had peace, and he did still have friends - even if they weren’t old men like he was. He would enjoy the life he had now, even if none of the people in his past were there to have it with him.

They were waiting for him, and he knew that they wouldn’t mind waiting a little while longer - just so that one of them could say they lived a long, peaceful, life.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman one shot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan one shot #Attack on titan spoilers

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roadkill01 · 3 years ago

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Levi x Male Reader

There three bodies lay in front of him. Each on the brink of death. Erwin, his best friend and commander for several years. Armin, the boy who could quite possibly save humanity. And finally [Name], the man he had loved and lived with for several years now. The needle in his hand seemed to grow heavier with every second and he could feel his squad around him hold their breath. Hange raised their head at the quivering man. He seemed so childlike in that moment, afraid and innocent. Anybody could see he was begging that someone would make the choice for him. “Levi!” His head snapped towards the bespectacled person, although now their glasses were lost and a bandage covered their eye. They were holding back a growling Eren who only glared when the two met eyes.

He glanced back at the bodies. Armin’s body a blackish colour from the burns he’d sustained. Erwins was a horrifying shade of red. And finally [Name]’s. He could barely bring himself to look at the man, the purple and black marks covering his body, most likely from the rubble. The blood flowing down his head, over his closed eyes. He took two steps towards his lover. Kneeling down he brought the tip of the needle closer to the elbow joint. He looked over at Erwin. Begging that he’d forgive Levi for making such a choice. The commander had always been surprisingly happy for them. Erwin would forgive him in a heartbeat yet Levi still felt he should beg for forgiveness. Forgiveness he thought he would surely not deserve.

Eren’s and Mikasa’s protests began to grow louder the closer the needle got to the skin. Levi began to hold back tears but it was growing harder and harder. The tension seemed unbearable. The pleads around him wishing to spare Armin were hurting his ears. [Name] squinted and opened his eyes, bringing a bloodied hand up to Levi’s face. “Don’t you... dare... be selfish...” pants were heard between every word and the blood on Levi’s face would torment him for the rest of his life. Levi knew he would be hated if he saved [Name]. [Name] would hate him too. He wished for tear after tear to fall down his face, so his face could at least show a fraction of what he was feeling and yet just a single two ran down to his chin. “Don’t cry... why are you… crying...?” Levi turned next to him where Armin lay and quickly pushed the needle into the burned boy.

A scream filled with pure anguish escaped Levi’s mouth as he clutched [Name] closer to him. Hange lifted Erwins body onto them as Levi clung to [Name]’s. A small smile gracing his face. “T-thank you... Levi..” the rest of the group watched as Levi, clutching the body to his chest, flung himself over to where they were stationed, a couple rooftops over. Hange put an arm around Levi and pulled their bodies into a hug.

Both were crying for their Commander, and for [Name]. They watched as the Titan Armin devoured Bertholdt. Levi held [Name] close to him, hiding him from the sight. “Forgive me [Name]. Please.” A quiet voice came from his as his last words were uttered. “Live for me Levi, and then you shall be forgiven.” A final sigh left the body and Levi almost dropped his lover as the sudden increase in weight surprised him. He held his hand over [Name]’s no longer beating heart and tried to resuscitate him with no avail. More tears fell from his face as he kept pushing down on the [hair colour]’s chest. He had lost both his lover and his best friend in a single day. It felt as though his entire world was standing on toothpicks. And he didn’t care if it came crashing down anymore. “I will live for you, [Name]. We all will.” He turned to the scouts around him. All with stern looks on their faces as they flew down to collect Armin. Levi shrugged his shoulders and pulled [Name] onto his back, so the limp body was sitting more securely on him. He would curse himself till the day he died if he couldn’t bring back his lovers body at the very least. He felt a head flop onto his shoulder, some locks of [hair colour] hair tickling his neck, and he turned to press a final kiss against the bloodied temple. Squeezing his eyes shut as memories of him flowed freely.

The mornings he would awaken to find [Name] cuddled into him. The lazy afternoons where the pair would dance around in the kitchen at golden hour. All the times he’d cooked for him. All the times he’d fallen asleep under a tree and scared Levi half to death when he couldn’t find him. When he cleaned and tried to get it as close to Levi’s standards. When he would hold him until he fell asleep. When he had an exciting idea and rushed to tell Hange. When he got that glint in his eye. Whenever he so much as breathed near him. [Name] would always be so incredibly perfect. He looked up the sky and muttered a few words. He knew there would be no family at home to mourn the death. He knew that only the scouts would go to the funeral. The pair were too alone in this world except for each other. And now that he was gone he couldn’t help but feel as though he was standing completely nude against the world. Confidence, faltering. It was as though he was a child once again, huddled in a corner, on the brink of death. Sometimes he wished he had died then. If only’s.. filled his head and his squad could only watch as their seemingly apathetic captain began to crack. The walls he had spent so many years building up all shattering in an instant like glass. Anyone could see how fragile he was now.

He sped through Shiganshina and commanded his squad to follow him. Placing an injured Sasha, an unconscious Armin and a dead [Name] on top of the wall. Erwin was placed next to [Name] and Levi bent down to close their eyes. He stood up and the pair made eye contact. It was only them left now. Hange grabbed Levi’s hand and pushed Erwins bolo tie into his hands. He stared down at the green centre, the two metal pins at the end, still warm. He undid his cravat and gently placed the cloth over his lovers face. He had received several as a gift from him so it felt only right that he would return it. “I’ll live for you, [Name]. As long as you promise to wait for me up there, and it damn well better be clean.” He felt another tear stain his cheeks but this time he wouldn’t wipe it away. He had to mourn their death’s. “They’ll be waiting for us shorty. I promise.” A quiet hum was heard from the short male as he agreed. “They better be.”

#male reader #snk levi #snk #aot #attack on titan #angst #angst without a happy ending #i think?

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lacheri · 4 years ago

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HELLOOO (again) congratulations on 200 🥳 you deserve it. i’m here for the 200 followers event :)

i am an infj and i’m an aries. i choose levi as my s/o, and i love the friends to lovers theme. as for hobbies i like to paint/draw and my love language is physical touch and gift giving (doesnt even have to be expensive, sometimes i’ll just give a cool rock i found or buying food) I HOPE THIS HELPS THANK YOU SO MUCH :)

tysm for participating and the kind words bby <3 I hope you like it!

The Sun: this card is positivity in a nutshell. this inspired me in a weird way to write this, it's not necessarily the happiness from this card but more so the imagery that comes to my mind that spoke to me. basking in the sun's warming rays, feeling the grass underneath your toes, a flower crown nestled in your hair, the simplicity of the summer season embracing you. it's the contentment, the unabashed feelings of oneness and pure bliss without the weight of the world on your shoulders. it's simple, there is no bad energy lurking with this card. it serves as a reminder that better days are always ahead, the sun will rise and fall, but it will always return to you.

the louvre - lorde. "A rush at the beginning, I get caught up for a minute. But lover, you're the one to blame, all that you're doing, can't you hear the violence?"

A rainbow of colors dotted and smeared across your hands and forearms as you meticulously worked, paint brush locked between your fingers. The scrape of the canvas soothed your ears as you worked, the warmness of the wind breezing delicately through your hair. It was such a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky as you sat on a stool in the grass, feet dangling centimeters from the earth. The grass was lucious this time of year, and it tickled beneath your bare toes as you leaned towards your easel. It had been a project to say the least, setting up your art supplies outside, but it was well worth it as you basked in the throws of summer.

You had banned Levi from coming outside, forbidding he saw what painting you had been working on all morning. He had grumbled, settling for the coolness of the indoors, curling up next to an open window with his favorite novel. Unbeknownst to you, he kept flickering his eyes to watch you, easel facing away from him, his expression unreadable but thoughts kind as he gazed longingly at your focussed form. If you’d allowed him to, he’d be outside with you, enjoying the quiet comfort of the sunshine and your company.

“No, you can’t see it until I’m done!” your tall wooden stool balanced in your hands as you shouted out the back door that morning.

Levi scoffed in remembrance. He had even offered to help carry your supplies out, but you had stubbornly rejected. Still, your paint covered easel was missing when you went to your dedicated art room to retrieve it, and you soon found Levi setting the damned thing up in the grass. You watched on with a smile on your face, heart swooning at the handsome man.

“Done!” you sighed, swiping the last highlight of white on your canvas. A portrait of two sat in front of you, one of the man whom you shared your home with, coupled with yourself. Languidly spread out on the grass, your painted finger pointing high in the sky as you sat criss crossed, while Levi’s form rested on his elbows, head pointed in whatever direction. The summer day had inspired you well, giving you the perfect scenery to stain your canvas with.

It was one of your best works, you had deemed as you wiped your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand, unknowingly smearing varnish across your forehead. You couldn’t wait to show Levi.

Unscrewing the levers that held your painting in place, you navigated the canvas off your easel, almost tripping over yourself as you rushed to get inside. Levi had taken notice when the words “done” had flowed through the breeze, and he was already up out of his seat to meet you in the doorway.

“Am I allowed to see your masterpiece now?” Levi asked, a single eyebrow raised as your bare feet padded into the kitchen.

“Yes! But you have to close your eyes first,” you smiled wide, the canvas facing away from him.

He made a grumbled noise, crossing his arms over his chest while his eyes fluttered shut. You flipped the painting around, trying to decide on the best angle to present him with. After a few moments of you shuffling, Levi grew impatient.

“I’m going to look if you keep fussing like that,” he announced, threatening to let a single eye peak open.

“Okay, fine! You can look.”

When Levi’s eyes finally opened, his breath caught in his throat as his heartbeat raced wildly. He had seen countless of your paintings before, in fact he had personally hung them up in frames littering the walls of your shared home, doing so long before the years he had moved in himself. They were reminders of your blossoming love, the friendship you shared long before it became romantic. Your pure nature had captured his attention, your mind keeping him within your grasp, hooked on the warmth that was you. How could he not make you his?

“That’s us?” Levi lifted a finger to trace the outline of your figures.

“Yes, wait, don’t touch it! The varnish is still drying!” you warned, nerves gnawing in your stomach. “I painted it for you.”

“For me?” he breathed in wonder.

“Yes, for you,” you giggled airily. “I love you, and I wanted to paint us together. Do you like it?”

Levi was speechless. It really was a masterpiece you had created. A small part of him felt neglected that he hadn’t watched your process, taking mental pictures of what your face would’ve looked like as you worked patiently. He almost felt cheated of this, the sun had stolen hours away from him that he could’ve spent enjoying the simplicity of sharing time with you.

“I want to hang it above the fireplace in the living room,” Levi finally spoke, his eyes finally leaving the art to gaze at you, his expression soft. “You did a really good job.”

The seasons changed, the leaves turned orange, snowflakes covered the ground, and the smell of pollen tickled your noses. That painting stayed the same though, unchanging and everlasting. Levi would stare at it for hours, every year, regardless of the weather outside. He could feel the heat of the sun on his skin, the breeze whipping against him, the smell of flowers. He even swore he could hear the buzz of a bumblebee one night as you slept against him, shaking his head to rid himself of the illusion.

Levi’s most treasured gift, aside from the remarkable love you had given him, was that beautiful painting. He’d love you and it forever, until the very end of his days.

#lacheri's 200 follower event #i got carried away with the idea of painting something for levi lmaooo

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sparklingichigo · 3 years ago

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Human World Adventures

Part 6

After lunch, Haruka gives them an idea of playing Uno which the younger siblings and Solomon agree without any hesitation. The older brothers (e.g Lucifer) are confused since they never played such games and Uno if Lucifer remembers correctly means "one" in Spanish. So...what game is this "one" specifically? Of course, this avatar of pride didn't ask and just watch from a distance as his brothers play along with the two girls.

Haruka: Why don't you play with us too, Lucifer?

Lucifer: No thank you, I'm too old for such games.

Haruka: Oh, come on! it's a fun game! You should join us!

Lucifer: No thank you^^ Perhaps the next round?

Haruka: Next round it is.

Belphie: I'm definitely defeating you two! >:D

Asmo: I'm still surprised Belphie is not asleep during this game...

Solomon: Same...

Mammon: Me three-

Satan: You can win if you have a strategy.

Belphie: Well, let's start, shall we?

Ichigo: We shall^^ [shuffling the cards and start to distribute them]

With that, they all start playing. Belphie is surprisingly determined today, he's obviously trying his best to at least defeat one of the humans.

Belphie: And I'll add +2 to that!

Ichigo: Oh? Bullying Monsolo I see. Let's go +4!

Satan: Which color?

Ichigo: [checks her cards] rED!

Satan:...

Ichigo: What? You got no reds? Or more +4?

Satan: Jokes on you, I do! Switching to green!

Asmo: You're so mean! >:( Fine! [gets the 4 extra cards]

Solomon: Pfft, your attempts of making me lose has gone out the window~

Belphie: Shut it! Beel, I believe in you! Please defeat that sus of a sorcerer, my twin~;-;

Beel: Ah, a green one. I have one! [puts in +2]

Solomon: What?!

Belphie: Thank you so much, Beel!

Solomon: ....sht

Satan: What's wrong, Solomon? Cat got your card?

Solomon: tsk. [gets two more cards]

As they were playing, Simeon passes by to watch them. Yes, unfortunately, this angel doesn't join them. Luke is in there though playing with them.

Simeon: How did it go?

Haruka: Overall...we're winning. Currently bullying Solomon.

Luke: Look, Simeon! I only have 4 cards!

Simeon: Oh that's great! You're close to victory!

Levi: [casually shows his two cards]

Simeon: Ah, no surprise^^

Mammon: How?!?! [sobs in 12 cards]

Satan: That's clearly because you're an idiot.

Ichigo: Belphie is improving his game skills though^^ Great job!

Belphie: Yeah to defeat one of you >:(

Levi: Since when are you this competitive?

Belphie: Since I keep on losing to those two >:((

Satan: Perhaps might wanna say goodbye to such victory

Ichigo: ...woops^^ [shows 1 card]

Mammon: Again, HOW?!

Haruka: She's the master of this game, I'm not even surprised [sigh in 5 cards]

Solomon: can we just go back to the game? [currently holding around 9 cards]

Asmo: Alright back to the game. Haruka, your turn.

Haruka: Hmm, it's green and a +2 huh? I have just the solution! [puts another +2 but in red]

Levi: Ha! UNO! [yeets his +2 but in yellow]

Mammon: Yes!!! [puts in lots of +2]

Luke: That's a lot!

Mammon: Sucks to be ya, Fido.

Luke: Shut it! [throws in a +4]

Belphie: Are you guys going against me now?!

Luke: no??;-; I'm just trying to save myself! Simeon!! Help me!!

Belphie: Just kidding, kid. Which color?

Luke: Uh... [checks his cards] Red?

Belphie: Great! [throws in a red card but he still needs to get that much card wow poor Belphie]

Ichigo: Uno game~!

Belphie: You! [tackles Ichigo while the others laugh]

Ichigo: Hey, hey! Why are you so worked up?! [laughing because Belphie is attacking her with tickles]

Belphie: Because you keep on winning!

Satan: [sigh] There's still Haruka and Solomon. You obviously can't defeat the master of Uno, Belphegor.

Beel: Come on, Belphie. There's still hope!

Belphie: There's still hope huh? Well, it's your turn, Satan.

Satan: Don't mind me^^ [puts in the same card but in yellow]

Asmo: Do you have a live problem with me?!

Satan: Clearly not. That's the only card I have that matches.

Asmo: [huffs but gets another card]

Beel: Ah? A yellow? I have the all-color one, is that okay?

Ichigo: Yes! Yeet it out!

As soon as Beel does that, everyone anticipates the color. Obviously, Belphie hopes it's the color that Solomon doesn't have so he can actually win against that sus of a sorcerer!

Beel: I'll have green^^

Solomon: Tf-

Everyone instantly laughs. Yeah, their target is obviously to give Solomon as many cards as possible but oh well.

Solomon: Man, you must have beef with me don't you-

Beel: Oh of course not^^ Just your cooking skills and that one thing [smiling but this scared Solomon]

Solomon: Right... [getting one card]

Haruka: Yas! Beel, thank you so much! [throws in three-card that matches]

Belphie:...

Ichigo: You can still defeat Solomon, Belphie^^

Belphie: True...he has like 9 cards or so...

Levi: Hmmm blue.... jokes on you! I have one! [throws in a block blue card] also Uno!

Mammon: U- Dang it! Why ya gotta block me like that?!

Levi: Because you deserve it^^

Levi: Well, Luke, give us your best shot!

Luke: I will! Take this! [throws in one reverse card but in blue]

Mammon: Holy sht, Fido! Thank you! [lol he throws in another reverse card but in red]

Luke: [whispering to Ichigo who's now beside him] I have lots of reverse cards...should I put it in?

Ichigo: [nods]

Luke: [puts in another reverse card but in yellow]

Mammon: Why?!

Luke: That's all I have!

Mammon: Geez, sorry to anyone who sits me. [puts in block but in yellow]

Levi: Dude, fck you!

Asmo: pfft at least you're not like him adding more and more cards to my pile.

Satan: It's called playing with a strategy^^

Asmo: Strategic playing my ass!

Haruka: Ah a block card^^ I have one too and U-

Solomon: Uno! Jokes on you! You gotta pick up two cards~

Haruka: [rolls her eyes and gets two more cards] You're blocked though.

Solomon: And you have more cards^^

Beel: Hmm a block card... Asmo, I'm sorry:")

Asmo: Beel no-

Too late bestie, he puts in that block card. There there, Asmo...

Asmo: What even have I done to you, little brother?! [dramatic whining]

Beel: :( I'm sorry that's all that matches-

Satan: Uno game. [puts a normal card but in the same color as that block card]

Haruka: How?!

Ichigo: Wow, guess his strategic playing does work.

Satan: Perhaps next round, just the two of us?

Ichigo: You're on, raging ball of chaos.

Solomon: not again- can we just proceed?! Yo Belphie! Your turn!

Belphie: Ah, a normal card. Alright then^^ [switches the card color]

Luke: Why?!?!

Belphie: Because I want to, kid :)

Luke: [grumbles but gets the card because he has none of that color or number]

Mammon: Ah yes, time to reduce my card amount! [throws in around 5 cards with the same content in it]

Levi: All that to go back to Yellow?!

Mammon: Does it matter?!

Levi: Of course you idiot! I got none of that! Fck you!

Mammon: Pfft, bye-bye to your victory, weeb~

The other sighs at the sight. This is gonna be a long game. Lucifer and Michael are both now interested though. This seems to be a fun game but can be pride-crushing as well.

Michael: That seems fun

Lucifer: Indeed. Willing to join for the next round?

Michael: [shrugs]

Rosaria: It does seem fun!

Michael: Hon-

Rosaria: Hm? I mean look at them! They're having fun and I think we should too ^^

Michael: I think it'd take a long time for them to actually finish considering how competitive they are.

Rosaria: That's true [laughs slightly] it's so refreshing to watch it though^^

Suddenly they all hear a rumble outside. Turns out today is raining, lucky for them that they're not going anywhere and are just staying in.

Beel: Oh? It's raining.

Belphie: It is. Quite a strong thunder as well

Haruka: Probably just Thor passing by.

Asmo: Or Zeus, finding another target to put his lust on~

Simeon: Asmo, I'm this close to drench you in holy water-

Asmo: Hey! I'm the avatar of lust! These kinds of things are obviously my thing!

Simeon: Sure it is, but Luke is literally over there!

Luke obviously has 0 idea what Asmo is talking about nor is he even listening so Luke isn't that bothered.

Haruka: Uh...everyone! Back to the game!

Finally, after a few minutes, Levi came out as the second runner up causing another groan of frustration coming from Belphie. Of course, he can still defeat Haruka and Solomon but now defeating Haruka would be difficult since she has 3 cards but defeating Solomon... now that's one thing he's after!

Beel: Go Belphie! Defeat him!!

Solomon: Babe, why aren't you rooting for me?!

Asmo: I'm obviously trying to survive myself!

Mammon: Can't yall just have mercy on me?!

Asmo, Solomon, and Belphie: No!

Levi: When Ichigo said Uno is fun to watch, she is 1000% correct!

Haruka: Complete agreement, 1000%

They all watch the bottom four play until Belphie appears to be a winner against all four of them.

Belphie: Finally! I defeated one human! [laughs evily]

Mammon: Can't you at least have mercy on me?! I'm your older brother!

Belphie: no^^

Asmo: Definitely a no^^

With that, Mammon lost the game. Asmo and Solomon of course won against him but still lost to the others nonetheless.

Asmo: Well that was fun^^

Solomon: It is.

Mammon: [sobs in I lost] Man why are you all so competitive-

Satan: It's a game. Losing and winning is normal^^

Ichigo: As he said ^^

So, the whole day is spent hanging out in Lucifer's mansion. Playing here and there or just talking. Now, this comes to Ichigo and Satan. Ichigo needs to get things straight with this rage of a demon. She was of course relief that there's no tension between Satan and Beel anymore but she needs to put him in place so here they are in the library. Of course, Ichigo told Beel, luckily Beel let her so here she is in the library talking to Satan.

Ichigo: We can still be friends. I just don't feel that way about you.

Satan: Yeah, I know.

Ichigo: Oh come on, you're turning cold again. Just focus on healing yourself okay? [pats his shoulder] I'm sure if you healed completely everything will turn normal.

Satan: I suppose...

Ichigo: and stop being an ice prince towards Haruka. I know she left you for Simeon and all, but you have 0 feelings for her right?

Satan: Well romantically no. But it still grills my pride seeing her with someone else furthermore an angel when I'm clearly trying my best to be better.

Ichigo: I know.... you're actually a good demon, Satan. I'm sure you'll find your love soon. But for now please heal yourself. I don't want you to have more drama in your life okay?^^

Satan: Then...we're friends?

Ichigo: We are^^ [handshakes with Satan]

Satan: You're still helping me with those pranks right?

Ichigo: Of course! What kind of friend am I if I'm not helping you?!

Satan: Yeah, let's start working on it! >:D

Ichigo: >:D mwahahahaha-

Satan: I've taught you well^^ [pats her head]

Ichigo: Perhaps I'm slowly turning into a gremlin, like you^^

Satan: Hey! :(

The next day, everything returns to normal. Satan surprisingly turned friendly in just one night. Everyone is surprised by this, especially Simeon. He doesn't mean to think of the worse because he's not supposed to but due to recent events.... he starts to think so about him.

Haruka: Are you sure it's not because he has bad intentions?

Simeon: I hope that's not the case. I'm sure Ichigo has talk things out to him.

Haruka: ...well true

Michael: Now, now^^ I'm sure he's trying his best to change. Having negative thoughts on this would just make his effort useless right?

Simeon: That's true.... [sees Satan just having fun creating more pranks with Belphie]

Haruka: I'll try talking to him....just trying

Simeon: Be careful!

Haruka: Of course^^

So Haruka walks towards him as Belphie and Satan are practicing another hex to prank Lucifer.

Haruka: Hey, Satan, Belphie what are you two doing?

Satan: Just practicing another hex to prank Lucifer. Is there something you need? ^^

Haruka: Oh just curious. You two need to tone it down with the pranks though, we don't want more trouble don't we?

Belphie: it's just Lucifer. What's the worse that could happen?

Haruka: ...hangged by the chandelier....?

Belphie: I can sleep upside down, that won't bother me much.

Haruka: Oh well.... :]

After saying that, Haruka returns to Simeon to tell him what happened. Simeon is of course glad that Satan is changing for the better good or at least good in demon standard. Let's hope this lasts and there won't be any romantic problems.

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