#levi x pregnant reader

[citrus-simp]

Okay so we all enjoy the cute pregnancy stories BUT! Realistically pregnancies are sometimes worse than the sweet stuff that even I write about

So now I’m thinking of:

Modern Levi! Who was with you through the entire labor who is also there postpartum from the second your baby was placed in her bassinet. He’d help adjust your pillows, feed you and even change your pad if your need help. You desperately wanted a shower and you weren’t sure if you’d make it on your own.

“Come on, hold on to me” he said standing in front of your bed and offering his arms to you. You brace yourself on both as you stand up on shaky legs.

“Levi, I-I don’t know if I can stand in the shower…” you said nearly on the verge of tears. The birth was difficult, labor was a pain and after wasn’t any better. You were overwhelmed, overstimulated and just exhausted.

“Hey, hey…it’s okay. Whatever you need I’m here. Do you want my help with anything in the bathroom?” He’d ask

Modern Levi! Who helps you to sit on and get off the toilet and will stand out side of the shower to help you. Hell take the sponge and scrubs anything from your hips downward so your didn’t have to bend over. While you got dressed he’d prepare another pad for you to put on and even change your sheets. The nurses said they’d do it but he wanted to be of help.

Modern Levi! Who makes Sure to have his paternity leave because he’d rather lose his job then to let you adjust in your own!!!!

Modern Levi! Who knows that even at home it was hard for you to adjust. A lot of crying, diaper changes and feedings. Sometimes you’d go way too long without eating or a shower. He’d make sure to get the baby all night so you’d be able to rest. Change every diaper he could get to and even helped with latching if it wasn’t working. When you do have calmer days he’d take the time to just sit with you and be in the moment

“How are you feeling love?”

“Better, still kinda weird but I’m okay”

“How about some tea and cuddles?” He asked

Modern Levi! Who has seen you when you’re alone and how god look at your new body in the mirror. How you would squish and poke at areas that have now change. How you’d wipe tears away if you heard him coming. He’d even see how you would avoid looking at yourself int he mirror and it broke his heart. He knew your body is now new but, you had done something he couldn’t do and gave him something he never had. He’s never loved someone more each day from looking at them than when he looked at you . At night he pull your in with his hand resting on your stomach and whisper

“You’re the most beautiful creature to ever Grace this world. And to pick me of all people to have a family with, I couldn’t be any more lucky”

Modern Levi! Who is your entire support system postpartum

[violet-fluff]

Levi x Pregnant! Reader AU

An Unexpected Gift (pt.2)

Part one

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“Soooo…what made you want to come in on another day off? Saving up for a vay-cay?” Hanji knudges your arm as you fold some clothes.

Your childhood friend, Hanji, owns the local thrift store in town, Hand-Me-Down Hanji’s.

Only taking in the best furniture and the most trendy clothes, Hanji’s small business continues to boom. Almost rivaling the regular retail stores.

“I’ve just had a burst of energy lately. Might as well put it to use.” You tell her, trying not to instinctively poke your stomach where your little burst of energy resides.

Hanji raises a brow. “You’re not doing drugs are you?” She throws her hands up when you side eye her. “I’m kidding! So testy lately!”

Hanji takes a granola bar out from under the desk, unwrapping it and practically eating the bar whole. “I hope people start leaving for lunch soon. I’m starving.”

Your vision tunnels in on Hanji eating. The graininess and bleak color of the granola bar makes your stomach turn. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

Hanji watches as you try not to make an obvious run for the toilet, her brows furrowing in suspicion.

Once you lock the bathroom door behind you, you kneel forward and release heavy vomit into the bowl. You heave and gag as it seems your stomach did not want to stop twisting and turning, even when there was nothing left in it.

“Please stop.” You whisper as you rub your stomach, trying to communicate your plea to your baby who has a weird distaste for granola apparently.

After a few more minutes of dry heaving, you stumble to your feet and look in the mirror to clean up.

Pale skin, watery eyes and a runny nose stare back at you. With a sigh, you flip on the faucet to rinse off your face, a small smile forming as the water cooled you down.

Happy with how you cleaned yourself up, you jump in surprise when Hanji is leaning against the wall as soon as you open the door.

“Jeeze, you could have knocked if you needed to pee.”

Hanji adjusts her glasses. “Now from my observations…I think you may be pregnant?”

Your eyes widen and you nod your head back in shock. “Pregnant? What are you talking about?”

Hanji follows you back out to the store. “Well, you don’t exactly vomit like a cute anime girl. I heard you hacking and heaving in there. Along with your sudden burst of energy, moodiness and strange food choices…I think you may have forgotten I was studying to be a doctor before I chose the simple life.”

You rub your head with irritation. “Ok, Hanji, you’re right. I’m pregnant. Congrats to me.”

“Now is this unhappiness due to you being annoyed with me, or not being happy with the pregnancy?”

Tears well up in your eyes and a frog catches your throat. “What do you think?”

Hanji’s face drops in sympathy. “How about I close up shop and we can talk?”

After giving the last customer an “I’m sorry” coupon, Hanji flips the sign to “closed” for the day.

She plops herself on the fitting room couch next to you. “Alright. So…pregnant?”

You twiddle your fingers as you look down. “Yes. About four months now.”

“Four?!” Hanji asks in shock. “I guess you have been wearing looser clothing. Well, how do you feel about this?”

You look up at her with a small smile. “Happy for the most part. I mean, I know we didn’t agree on having kids, but I want my baby.”

Hanjis face lightens up. “Ok, ok! That’s great! I’m glad you’re happy regardless of the circumstances. I bet Levi is excited as well.”

“Well,” Tears start flowing as the water works gear up, “He left.”

Hanji’s mouth flew open in disbelief, her voice stuttering as she didn’t know what to say. “Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. How long ago did he leave?”

“When I found out. So a month ago.”

“A month?! You’ve been alone for a month?!” Hanji repeats in anger. “Some husband he is for leaving his pregnant wife.”

You shrug your shoulders. “I mean, he didn’t ask for this. He got a vasectomy so he wouldn’t have kids, so I get why he’s upset that it failed. I haven’t talked to him, but the landlord said he’s still paying the rent so he cares somewhat.”

“Do you know where he is?”

You shake your head. “No. He took some of his stuff when I was here at work, and he still hasn’t answered my calls or texts.”

Hanji sighs. “Did you want me to stay with you?”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll be fine. If I need anything you can just come over.”

After your talk with Hanji, you felt a lot better knowing someone close to you was happy about your pregnancy at least.

You take in the nice breeze as you walk home, wishing Levi were by your side so you can hold his hand and watch the sun go down.

Pregnancy causes you to lose your breath faster now, so finally making it to the door of your apartment had you ready to kick off your shoes and lay in bed.

Except when you unlock your door, you feel a hand go over your mouth.

“Walk inside. Hurry up.” The guy holding your mouth closed orders.

You quickly shuffle inside and you get thrown onto the couch.

“Stay there. Don’t make any noise.”

You cry as the masked man waves a gun at you. His partner hurrying around the apartment, grabbing anything valuable.

“Man, hurry up!” He grumbles to his partner as he watches you cry in the corner of the couch.

These burglars are quick and quiet as they rummage through your place. The one rummaging around fills his bag with who knows what of your belongings and gives the guy holding you at gun point a nod.

“What should we do with her now?”

You wave your hands as you start to sob. “Please! Please I promise I won’t say anything! I just found out I’m pregnant!”

“Man, let’s just leave her alone.”

The guy with the gun grabs your hair as you yelp in pain. “She’s going to say something!”

The other guy waves him to the door. “Dude stop. Just…knock her out or some shit.”

Your eyes widen when you see the butt of the gun fly towards your face.

[ilylovelyz]

cherry.

pair : levi x fem!reader

warning(s) : pregnant sex, pregnancy (obviously), fingering, a lil vanilla, breeding, cream-pie, squirting, a lil degradation, humiliation , takes place during the paradis vs. marley/paradis invading marley arc

levi skillfully scribbles his signature on another report before grabbing the corner of the paper to set it in his finished pile of work to work on the next one. he's been working nonstop all day. and the day before that, and the day before that. overall, he's just been working hard lately, but not on purpose.

for some reason, his work pile has doubled and he has no time to breathe and sit back. no time to play with your hair. no time for you at all. i guess it's expected, after all paradis has just recently basically invaded marley so there's much to report on.

he feels frustrated, though. you're currently 6 months pregnant, and the only times he can really see you is when he passes by you in the hallway, at meetings, or at bedtime when you are basically half-asleep, body tired from all the heavy stress the baby puts on you.

not only are you emotional due to all of the pregnancy hormones, but you've also been having to take time off from your duty as a soldier/captain, which hit hard because it made you feel useless. and not only that, you can't even really see levi any of these days. he imagines how miserable you must feel.

suddenly, the door to his office is creaked open, followed by soft pats of feet walking towards him. he turns his head around to look at the intruder, only to be met by the relieving sight of you. he raises his eyebrow in confusion, "...it's really late, aren't you tired? you should go to bed." he urges, a little concerned. you're wearing nothing but a flimsy white nightgown and slippers. you have a light brown cloak draped over your shoulders for comfort. if he looked close enough, he could see the outline of your body underneath. the slippers are a little smaller than your feet, so he assumes they are his. how cute, he thinks.

you don't respond to any of his words. you waddle over to him, and when you finally reach him, you lean down to place a soft kiss on his forehead. "i miss you, i can't go to bed without you lev'." you pout, eyes full yearning and love. he sighs, today he'll let you off for not going to bed on time. "i know. i miss you too." he replies, hand taking yours so he can place a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.

"no.. not in that way.." you whisper out. levi looks up at you once more, eyebrows raised in confusion. why is your face so red? are you sick? should he call a doctor? his eyes widen with surprise when you take his hand in yours, guiding it down underneath your short dress to your core. you place his index and middle finger against your panty clad pussy. he can literally feel your heat, throbbing with want.

oh, he thinks. he just realized the two of you have yet to even have sex in almost a month. "oh.. i'm sorry y/n." he pitifully says, scowling at your discomfort. "can we..?" you mutter, eyes tearing up. "i want it - you. really bad." you sniffle.

he softly smiles at your desperation. without another word, he pushes your cotton panties to the side, index finger finding your clit, rubbing soft circles. you moan out the contact, arm coming to support yourself on his chair. "lev'.." you cry when his middle finger finds your pulsating hole, slowly entering. his fingers continue playing with your pussy, not long afterwords does he slide his ring finger in as well.

he's teasing you. his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, dragging them in so deep but not deep enough like usual to rub against that spot. "levi.." you cry out, "stop teasing me. please, i need you." this is your breaking point, tears finally flowing down your cheeks.

he lets out a tch at your whining before he suddenly pulls out his fingers, ignoring your cries of displeasure. he places his hands on your waist to guide you on his lap. "you're so pitiful." he says, hands undoing his belt and fly so he could pull his cock out. he pumps it lightly before guiding it to your sopping pussy, sighing with relief when his tip pushes in your warm embrace.

your back arches with that. his hands pull your hips into him slowly before you're taking all of him. hip to hip, he connects his lips with yours, hand coming up to support the back of your nape. he supposes that since your pregnant n'all, he'll be nice and do all the work for you. what a gentleman.

he pulls away, letting you limp your silly head into his shoulder as he rocks his hips into yours. his ears listen to the sounds of your lewd cunt slosh with every thrust of his. "you're so wet. i've barely done anything. kinda shameful of you." he teases, free hand coming to grip at your thigh.

he feels your adorable baby bump rub against his stomach as he rocks into you, hand traveling upwards from your thigh to your bump to rub soft circles. he smiles with pride, your bump has gotten bigger. that must mean it's healthy right? healthy and well-grown.

"how are you going to be a good mother when your pregnant and so desperate for cock?" he bluntly said. "can't even go without a month of cock so you have to interrupt my work and beg me to touch you." you whine at his words, shoulders lightly shaking as you sob in pleasure. "no.. i'm a good mommy. just missed you."

he picks up his pace suddenly, thrusting his hard cock into your cunt so deeply he's finally giving in to your whines and hitting that spot. "no, you just missed my cock, like a bitch in heat." he hisses, eyes clenching shut when he feels your pussy pulsate around him. you're so sensitive, you're practically sucking him in.

he grunts when he feels his orgasm near. "bet you wanna be bred again." he taunts, "bet you wanna be bred so well, like a bitch, hm?" he questions. it wasn't much of a question, though. he already knew your answer.

like clockwork, you instantly shake your head, mindlessly babbling words of affirmation and pleas. "yesh- i wanna." you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm hits you when he assaults your sensitive spot so roughly. "of course a whore like you would." he spits out. "can't even make a full sentence because of your stupid mommy brain."

suddenly, he's forcing you to take him as deep as possible as he cums deep inside you, burly hands gripping your hips down. you squeal at the sudden fullness, and before you realize it, you're squirting all over his lap. creating a sloppy mess over his thighs and lower abdomen.

he catches his breath, body stilling as you're limp in his arms. "damn brat." he pants, hand coming to rub soothing circles into your sore back. he places a sweet kiss to your shoulder. he'll remember to set up another office rendezvous again.

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[willreigns]

Full House

Day 29: Circus | Drabble Challenge 2024

CW: Levi x fem!reader, civilian!reader

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

It’s been six years since the Rumbling.

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

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

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

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

Despite his grumbling stomach, Levi feels full.

[sixpennydame]

16 is my favorite number and it just happened to have the perfect prompt for Levi 🤭 may I request that one?

Thank you & love you 💘

Dee, I love you and I will happily write this Drabble just for you. I hope you like it. 😘

16. You’re getting crumbs all over my bed

Characters: Levi and pregnant!reader (again)

Word count: 396

Y’all. When I tell you I have brain rot right now for cute, fluffy stories about having a baby with Levi…..apparently this is all I can write now. 😬 (Am I writing a Dad!Levi drabble series?)

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The first trimester of pregnancy was rough. First, it was feeling nauseous and throwing up every morning. Then, you couldn’t stand the smell of any cooked meat and bananas, of all things. You didn’t want to eat anything because you feared you would just throw it all up later.

Levi was so concerned. He went to all the specialty tea shops and natural health food stores around town and bought you teas to help with morning sickness and nausea. He stopped cooking meat. Hell, he even stopped buying bananas. He hated to see you so miserable.

And then you entered your fourth month and it all just…went away. The nausea, the sensitivities to foods and smells. But now you were hungry.

All the time.

Levi never knew when your pregnancy munchies would hit. Sometimes he’d be driving back from work and he’d get a text from you:

“Babe, I really want some garlic bread sticks from The Olive Garden. Can you get some on the way home? Oh, and some ice cream. Love you!”

Or at 9:00 in the evening, while watching TV together:

“Babe….can you get the cookies in the kitchen?”

He goes to check. “I think you ate them all last night.”

You give him an innocent smile.

He looks at you sitting on the sofa, your hand resting on your small baby bump, which seems to be growing every day. Of course he’s going to go buy you cookies at 9:00 at night. He’d do anything for you.

One evening, Levi had to work late and by the time he got home, you were already in bed, reading a book and waiting up for him. He stood at the door, just staring at you. He’d always thought you were beautiful, but lately….you just had this glow.

He starts taking off his clothes to join you in bed, but as he pulls down the covers, he sees it. Something he cannot abide.

“Darling….you’re getting crumbs all over our bed.”

You look up at him with guilty eyes. “I was just so hungry..” you say with a half eaten cracker in your mouth. He crosses his arms and you finish the cracker quickly.

He sighs. “It’s a good thing I love you so damn much.” Then he smiles. “Now get up for a moment, so I can clean this up.”

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Hello can give levi ackerman x f!reader

pregnant headcanons please 🙏 😊☺️

Pregnancy - Levi Ackerman

A/N: It's fanfic Friday y'all!! Also, I survived my first college band camp! There was an induction ceremony for us new people and it was so emotional. But it's been so much fun!!! Anyway, thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like this one!!!

Levi is so super over the top protective

Like he stops going on expeditions because he feels the need to stay home with you

And he doesn’t want you to raise a child all on your own

If your feet get super sore Levi will 100% rub them for you. He may be a germaphobe but he’ll suck it up for you

He makes sure you are on a healthy diet, one that benefits both you and the baby

You struggle with morning sickness? He’s right beside you, rubbing your back and holding your hair

Constantly tired? Levi has a bed made for you pretty much anywhere

He’s got a cot made up in the corner of his office for you, as well as one set up in your office

Levi doesn’t sleep, especially nap, so he most likely won’t lay with you, opting to work silently while you slept

Unless you beg, then he’ll let you lay in his lap as he runs a hand through your hair

Almost always has his hands on your stomach when he’s alone with you

Won’t do it in public though

The second Levi finds out you’re bearing his child, you aren’t allowed to do anything even remotely tedious

Of course you aren’t going on expeditions or missions anymore, but there’s also no more training or coaching the cadets

He doesn’t want you to strain yourself

Your limited to only a few hours of paperwork a day

Levi takes great joy in preparing the nursery

Loves picking out paint/wallpaper colors with you, as well as furniture and decorations

But he leaves most of the decor to you

He gets so frustrated when trying to put together the crib or dresser but you get a kick out of watching him struggle

You offer to help but he denies it before you can even begin to ask

Idk I just feel like Levi would be such a good dad and such a good liver to you while you’re pregnant

[apollodarling-writes]

Yander levi ackerman with fam reader pregnant headcanons I need this 😊

yandere! levi ackerman with a pregnant reader hcs

cws: soft levi, stockholm syndrome, fem! reader

— the moment yandere! levi finds out youre pregnant it’s over… and by that i mean he completely switches up his act. what once was forceful and heavy touches now becomes featherlight and hesitant.

— yandere! levi would take time off no matter the cost (keeping his odm gear just in case) and will return home to cater to your every need.

— oh, you need to use the bathroom? here, let him help you up! you’re hungry? hes already making your favorite food. late night cravings? hes whipping something up for you right now.

— yandere! levi will also force you to take vitamins so you and your baby are healthy. there will be no more skipping meals out of anger, no more defiance, nothing. you and your baby need to be healthy. even if you bite the rest of his fingers off, he will make sure you’re properly nourished. you’ve been good for him lately though, so he doesn’t think he’ll have to worry about that.

— yandere! levi is already decorating the spare room for the baby, consulting for everything. what colors are you thinking about for the nursery? which blankets you think the baby will like? are the blankets soft enough? are three dressers enough baby clothes? he got both boy and girl clothes in every style he could find to make sure you could switch up the aesthetic if you feel like it too!

— yandere! levi loooves rubbing your pregnant belly. he often wonders if the baby can feel the love he has for them this way. he also puts his ear up to your tummy and presses gentle kisses to it, murmuring how much he loves you and your mommy and how nice you’ll have it.

— yandere! levi will gently lift the bottom of your tummy once it gets big to take some of the weight off of your hips and back too!

-yandere! levi wants you comfortable, so he’ll make the bed around you more comfortable with blankets. levi will also massage your back and rub your feet once they start hurting. anything for his lovely wife!

— yandere! levi would be a wonderful dad too. he wants only the best for his family and will accept nothing less!

[iris0-0]

[Hange & Y/n are partners, any gender]

Hange calmly speaking to their partner y/n, as they look at the blood test results:

“You’re pregnant.”

Hange more excited runs to the mess hall, excited to be a parent, and you quickly follow.

Hange: “Guys! Y/n/n’s pregnant. I’m gonna be a parent!” They yell excitedly.

*Everyone turns their head, especially Levi shocked. He looks at you in horror.*

Levi: “Y/n. How could you do that to us. Oh my god they’re multiplying.” He says quickly walking out of the mess hall.

[liz-ashi]

I NEED HELP FINDING A LEVI X READER FIC WHERE IT WAS A MODERN AU AND FOR SOME REASON LEVI AND THE READER WERE FIGHTING AND THEY WERE AT A PARTY AND THE READER WAS DANCING WITH ERWIN ALSO ERWIN WAS IN LOVE WITH US BUT WE MARRIED LEVI? ANYWAYS IT ENDS IN SMUT IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY

[sixpennydame]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 // 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖: 𝐙𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

Levi Ackerman x pregnant!reader

Each drabble is a snapshot of the growing love between Levi and a recently widowed, pregnant reader. You can read the original story here.

Day 17 // Day 19

Levi makes you feel sexy. 

And that’s the last thing you thought you’d feel when you’re 7.5 months pregnant.

Kissing is no longer enough for you both, and so Levi’s mouth moves down your neck to your collarbone. One button after the other is undone, and soon your blouse falls to the floor.

Your hands move to cover your breasts, but he stops you.

“No - don’t hide yourself,” he says. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Emboldened by his words, your own hands begin to explore, moving down, down, toying with the zipper of his pants –

– his length begging to be released.

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34 (Epilogue) Home

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Thank you for reading this story is officially finished 💚

[antheshewro]

Una mattina - Chapter 5. (final)

It took a cup of tea and a stop on a local café to make Levi learn how Hange, his partner perhaps for life, hid something big from him. Something as big as another person, and a baby, involved. Perhaps going out that day had been a mistake.

✩ Last chapter as promised (and announced)!! Thank you everyoe for liking the story or even just reading it :( it had been months since i wanted to post it and it's my little treasure... my own child almost. the end is very bittersweet, considering what happened during the entire story, but i figured out i wanted something not to sweet and not too sad/sour. be free to write me what you think about it ♡ NDA and even tmi again: this made me bawl my eyes out

After quietly eating her dinner, she sat on the couch and looked out of the big window of her living room. The sun had already settled in the sky, tiny stars timidly appearing around the place. Was Arthur looking at the nightly scenery just like she did? Would he enjoy it? Just the thought of Arthur looking at the stars made Lawrence want to tear up. If she got the opportunity, she would love to show him the nighttime sky during a clear day, maybe sitting on a rock by the shore with Arthur in her arms so she could feel him resting his head on her shoulder. The small, intimate family that she always wanted was all she could think of. She would give anything to be a mom to Arthur and see him grow up, watch him become an amazing human being.

Several minutes later, the feeling of staying alone in that house was suffocating. Lawrence grabbed her coat, wearing it over her long nightgown, and slipped some loafers in. The neighborhood was quiet, besides a group of kids playing around the street. The moment she closed the door of her house, that sound made her stomach drop. Her therapist would say walks would help her to clear her mind. There was nothing to "clear", since everything felt empty. The children laughing made her heart suffer a little less, yet reminded her she didn't know how Arthur's laugh sounded like. Lawrence didn't even know what her own son looked like. Nothing could soothe that pain. Lawrence walked away from her own place, not even greeting any of the neighbors she encountered on her way to the park. She just wanted to be alone, to think and have some time to process her thoughts, her feelings of emptiness after seeing Sam and his dad. Arthur was probably happy without her. Levi was probably a better dad. Lawrence always believed she was a good mother, yet she wasn’t given the chance to prove it. It was too late and her heart would forever be aching with sadness and regret of not getting to cherish Arthur the way she planned to do. As she sat on a bench inside the park, Lawrence brought her knees up against her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. It was nice to see how parents would still bring their kids there, even after dinner time. Some of them even had an ice cream cone in their tiny hands. For the very first time in her entire life, as her eyes closed and took a breath, she prayed. She had never been a religious person, but felt a despair no words could ever explain. Lawrence prayed whoever was able to listen to her, asking for just a chance to see Arthur, to talk to him, to hold her own son in her arms. Asking for the possibility to be a mother.

Her pain and desperation were too much for anyone to bear. It was as if she was mourning Arthur, yet he was and well. She kept praying and praying, until her head began to spin and hurt, feeling nauseous. Maybe Arthur missed Lawrence, maybe he had always loved her and wanted to be with his mother. He would never get the chance of hearing her soft voice and feeling her warm embrace. But those thoughts were mere assumptions, and deep down, she knew they could never be the truth. Arthur didn't know who Lawrence was. He only got to know Levi, and probably was oblivious about thr fact she carried him for nine months and gave birth to him. She was just a stranger for Arthur, that was the harsh truth. Tears rolled down Lawrence’s cheeks as she kept begging for one final chance at motherhood. ____________________________________________________________

A week later after that one day, Lawrence had the time to ponder about what to do and how not to live her life miserably. There was no point in staying in Liberio if her son was never going to know about her existence. Living in that house, with that nursery, was hitting her more than she expected to. In a matter of days, she organised a trip to go back to her home country, in Britain, booked for the following week. To finally leave everything behind and grant herself a little bit of happiness. Lawrence couldn’t wait for the day she would fly away from that house, to escape the pain of knowing Arthur was so close to her yet so far. She thought about not say anything to Levi and just disappear, too, but what would he think? That she was abandoning Arthur? She would rather know he believed such a thing than to know the truth. That she was still mourning her son in a way that was making her sick, both physically and mentally. It felt weird to just fly away, leaving everything behind without a word. She felt like a coward for planning that. Event though Levi was the last person she wanted to see, Lawrence had to let him know about her departure to at least prevent some more accusations. She wouldn't hop on that ship and sail to the U.K. if it wasn't for that situation, yet staying in Liberio was beginning to make her mentally unstable. Not even meds were keeping up with her mental health. A rather chill Wednesday afternoon, she found herself at Levi's front door. Soft knocks echoed around his house as she waited for him to open. It had to be done. Levi opened the door and saw Lawrence waiting in front of it. His face was filled with curiosity, as he knew that Lawrence never visited him until that one day, since Arthur's birth. If she was there, it meant something serious had happened. Lawrence seemed paler than usual, and her face was a bit drawn too. She was either exhausted or depressed, or both. Levi couldn’t say for sure, not asking her about it and just inviting her to enter. “Hello, Lawrence.” Lawrence had to support herself on the wall next to the doorframe in order not to fall. She looked at the door opening but didn't step inside, she had no pleasure to be in a house where her own son, the same she was never going to meet, was living and probably playing in that same moment. Her gaze lifted up and met Levi's, speaking with a voice that was barely above a whisper. “I'll be quick,” She bluntly said, swallowing and letting her glance move from Levi to the ground, several times, before speaking up again. “I'm gonna move back to Britain. Permanently.” Levi didn’t like Lawrence’s tone, knowing it wasn’t a tone of someone who was announcing a simple departure. In fact, it sounded like she was about to cry. Lawrence was always so composed and quiet, yet Levi could tell that she was holding back some sobs.

After Lawrence spoke up, Levi felt a small pang in his heart. It all felt so sudden; first, she appeared at his front door out of the blue. Now, she said she was going to leave Marley forever. Despite everything that happened, something worried him. “You will come back, right?” He asked her, making his voice sound quiet and composed, yet it showed a hint of concern. The fact Levi was acting so clueless, after everything he did and said to her, made Lawrence irritated, as if it never happened and he actually cared about her wellbeing. The hand she had on the wall clenched into a fist, wiping some tears with the other one, trying to calm herself down before responding.

“Back to a city where my own son lives? The same son who doesn't know I'm his mother?” She almost hissed under her breath, tilting her head a little to the side as she uttered those words. “Is that what you mean?” Levi knew that Lawrence was right, that she had every right in the world to feel the way she felt towards Levi. She was right, but Levi didn’t know what to say, as Lawrence had her mind set in stone about her own decision. He couldn’t stand the guilt he felt, and it was making him sick. Her own son. Levi’s own son. They never met and Lawrence would never get back her moments with Arthur. “I’m sorry.” Was all Levi could say in a voice even softer than her own.

Lawrence quietly hit the wall with her fist, trying to calm herself down as she tapped the tip of her heel onto the marble steps of Levi's house. Yet, she had something inside of her that needed to come out. Everything she endured and suppressed in the past three years, everything Levi didn't see about her suffering. “Shove that being sorry up your ass,” She murmured softly, raising her eyebrows as tears spilled from her eyes and down to her cheeks. “Don't even try to act innocent.” Levi felt his heart breaking in front of him. Lawrence’s harsh words stung, even though her feelings were valid and she couldn’t blame her for that at all. He couldn’t help himself and felt anger boiling within him. His voice turned into a low growl; it was too much to hold inside himself.

“You act like I don’t hate myself for what I did. You don’t know how much I regret it every single day, how much I hate myself for taking him away from his own mother.” Lawrence slightly narrowed her eyes at those words, which widened right afterwards as she took notice of Levi's anger. He was the one getting mad over what he did? Over her being rightfully hurt by what he took away from her? Her quiet footsteps soon reached him, and hopping on one step of the front door, she spoke closely to Levi's face. “Don't even try to gaslight me,” She hissed again, feeling her breath fastening as annoyance began to flow through her veins. “You got what you wanted. You're not sorry.” Levi’s teeth grinded together as he saw rage on Lawrence’s face when she stood in front of him. He couldn’t say a word that would make her calm. “You know what? You’re right. I’m not sorry.” His voice was firm and the growl made him sound serious and mad about something Lawrence only knew. His eyes met her own. “And you know what? I’d do it again if it meant protecting Arthur.” Just like his jaw clenched, Lawrence's did the same. Her fist tightly closed until her nails were almost digging into the palm of her hand, and let him step closer as they spoke to each other. It was the aftermath of what they went through. What they've been lodging for three long years and never got said out loud.

“You mean stealing someone's baby, since Arthur is Hange's son?” She asked sternly, yet with a hint of sarcasm and mockery in her tone. “Or you want to impregnate me and steal that baby too?” Lawrence’s question was too much for his gut to handle in this moment, and Levi felt his face grow red with anger. His nostrils flared as he stared at Lawrence for a few seconds before he lost control and let out a growl with loud words. “Don’t you dare put such thoughts in my head!” He shouted, losing his cool at last. How could she ask something like that to him? His mind began to spiral out of control, sending him over the edge. Lawrence exhaled deeply and shook her head. Levi's outburst was everything she needed to know about him and the way he was convinced about being right about what he did. There was no point in arguing anymore, or keeping the conversation going. As she took a step back, her eyes were on Levi, yet their faces were still some inches away from each other. Lawrence's expression was showing nothing but resentment towards him, mixed up with pain and annoyance. That confrontation, however, was pretty much needed. Levi’s breathing started becoming heavier as he tried to calm himself down. His face was red from shouting, but he didn’t regret telling Lawrence how he felt. What needed to be said was said. “You’re leaving. And I’m glad.” Her words hit him like a bucket of freezing water, feeling hurt and angry. His eyes were full of resentment and disdain towards Lawrence as she took a step back. “Don’t come back. I never want to see your face again. Be gone already.” Lawrence kept her gaze locked with Levi's as she moved away from the front door, down until the iron gates to exit his property. As if a cruel coincidence just decided to manifest in front of her own eyes, a fly was bothering her and she waved her hand to make it go away, following it with her eyes. Then she froze. On the first floor of Levi's house, out on the balcony, a child with dark brown hair and curious brown eyes was intently looking at her. Lawrence felt her knees weak. It couldn't be. It was Arthur himself.

Levi, who was about to slam the door in Lawrence’s face, stayed still once he saw her reaction when she noticed Arthur in the balcony. Levi himself couldn’t believe his own eyes and felt like he was hallucinating. He had never let Arthur see her, yet there the kid was, staring straight at Lawrence. Arthur was looking at Lawrence, intrigued and curious, as he watched her closely. He had always wondered about her, who she was and why his father never let him meet her. Yet, he saw her now, and he wanted to approach her.

In that eye contact, Lawrence could see the creature she carried on for nine months inside her womb. She got to see him once, right after his birth, but those were indeed his eyes. It was her son, yet Arthur didn't know she was his mother. He looked at her as if he wanted to know who she was, as if she was a mere stranger. Tears filled her eyes, stinging and making them burn. Her prayers, in the most painful way, were heard. Lawrence finally got to see her own son, even if her heart felt like someone was stomping on it more and more. Levi didn’t know what to do. Seeing Arthur staring at Lawrence filled him with a new kind of anxiety. He had never let Arthur know who she was. Arthur just saw a woman who was staring lovingly back at him, as if the woman was his real mother. Lawrence seemed so overwhelmed that Levi didn’t dare to speak or move. The kid would wonder why she wasn’t his mother, or why she wasn’t with them. Levi could see why Lawrence always kept her heart closed. Arthur was looking right at her with love in his eyes.

It felt like the cruellest joke one could ever imagine. Her own son was just feet away from her but she couldn't interact to him. Arthur was staring at Lawrence like a kid would with everyone, with innocence and joy in his eyes. How could she even walk away knowing her own son was right in front of her. With the corner of her eyes, Levi's reaction was crystal clear. She didn't want him to shout in front of Arthur just to send her away. Lawrence took a step back and opened the gates, yet her eyes never stopped looking at her child and tearing up. Arthur’s eyes widened when he noticed that Lawrence was slowly moving away. He didn’t want to see her leave. He couldn’t. Arthur didn’t understand what was going on in reality, but in his mind he felt like her mother was trying to run away from him. “Mommy?” By the time Arthur uttered that single word, using that soft baby voice, Lawrence swore her heart stopped. Everything that happened afterwards was unrolling in front of her eyes without her getting a grasp of it. She felt her knees so weak to the point she dropped on her knees, and with her upper body lowered a little, loud sobs echoed around Levi's garden. Was it fate to play tricks on her? How could Arthur, who never saw her growing up nor knew who Lawrence really was, call her as his mother? Even though more and more questions plagued her mind, it felt so empty in the meantime. She never recalled crying that hard before, maybe once. Her chest would hurt at each whimper and sniffle she made, not carrying about being heard anymore. Arthur’s eyes went wide in shock when he realized that his mother was crying. As if that wasn’t enough, Arthur was even more confused and sad when Lawrence seemed to want to leave. Arthur, who was just a kid, felt a deep sense of abandonment that only adults could truly understand. Arthur called out to Lawrence again. “Mommy, come back! Don’t leave me alone!” He cried and ran to her, his little arms up in the air, desperate to have her close to him. Levi was shocked at Arthur’s reaction towards Lawrence. The moment Lawrence embraced Arthur in her arms, the deep sense of sorrow she felt in the previous three years vanished for a moment. His tiny arms wrapped around her neck and she hugged her son tightly, crying over his little romper as she sat in the pebbled ground, caressing his soft hair in the meantime. What he said to her was enough to make her feel even worse, how could Arthur even think she was gonna leave him? Yet, that hug made her feel at ease. Lawrence didn't know what was making her cry anymore, but it didn't matter anymore. Someone up there took care of her pain. Arthur was crying so hard as he hugged Lawrence and yelled for her to not leave him. He was too young to understand what was happening, as all he felt right now was the love for his mother. “Don’t leave me! I love you!” He whined, trying to reach higher to hug her better. Levi couldn’t move a single inch. He was shocked at Arthur’s behavior and at his words. How coul Arthur feel such affection for her, if she didn't even know her? That, to him, was impossible and yet, there was evidence of it right in front of him. If Lawrence had to respond to that question, she would've asked herself the same thing. Lawrence couldn't understand how Arthur immediately knew she was his mother, they never met before that moment. She heard how mothers have that unbreakable bond with their biological kids to the point they would recognise each other everywhere. Was it the case?

“I'm never gonna leave you,” She whispered against Arthur's ear, giving her son soft kisses on his soaked, red cheeks as she spoke. “Mommy loves you.”

Arthur was crying even harder as Lawrence embraced him and told him she wouldn’t leave. It was a sweet moment even though it was too much of a coincidence. The boy held his mother tight as he cried all his tears out. It was probably the first time he cried with no shame, feeling loved and at peace in her warm embrace. After what felt like hours, Lawrence got up from the ground, while still holding Arthur, and moved towards the front door, where Levi was still standing against the doorframe. She felt so much relief, after battling with her mental health, to the point where her heart couldn't almost bear it. Her free hand reached for Levi's, placing it on Arthur's back, and gave him a faint smile, with her tear stained face and her red eyes. Then, she spoke up. Lawrence could never separate her son to Levi. He grew up with him, he cared about his wellbeing. The child was his. Those words felt so weird as they came out of her mouth, after what happened in the past years. But they came from a dark corner of her heart, too dark for her to understand it, or how her mind worked, and they felt right. Genuine. “He's your son, too.” Levi finally broke the silence when he heard what Lawrence had to say to him and saw her grabbing his hand. He felt like the world had stopped. “I thought…” He began to say, with tears in his eyes. It was true. Arthur was his son too, maybe not biological, but he had raised the kid with his own hands and he was part of him. “He’s my son?” Levi asked. It was hard for him to come to terms with it. Lawrence nodded and pushed away Levi's hand from her son's back, just to held it tightly as she let her own words sink deep into his mind. Even though that entire ordeal between them was more than horrible and it all started with Arthur being Hange's son, Levi made sure the child was loved and nurtured. He was indeed his father. He would've died for him. “He grew up with you, and you provided him everything he needed,” She said gently, intertwining her fingers with Levi's as she spoke up. “You're rightfully his father.” Lawrence’s words were like a revelation to Levi. Arthur was his kid. Even though he hadn’t created him directly himself, he loved him and cared for him as if Arthur was his own. And now his mother was saying that Arthur was his son too. Levi had never felt more emotional in his life than at that moment.

“He’s… my son.” Levi repeated with a soft smile, his mind racing with thoughts. He was a father, he had a kid. During the past weeks, however, Lawrence came up with another thought she let linger in her mind for days, but always pushed away at some point. Everything started because of Hange's infidelity, and even if she was indeed the side chick, Hange played both Lawrence and Levi. Why still being on a war for someone else's behaviour? “Hange cheated on you and didn't care about me, either,” She pointed out firmly, taking a breath and exhaling through her nose. “We both got wronged. Arthur is our son.” What Lawrence said made Levi think back to the reason why Arthur was born in the first place. She was right. It all began with Hange cheating on him and Lawrence getting mixed in that mess. Levi was still trying to process the revelation that Arthur was his son, and everything that happened until that moment. A smile appeared on his face as he heard Lawrence speaking the truth. Silence fell on the two of them, both Lawrence and Levi finally taking a grasp of what had been under their noses their entire time. There was no point in fighting anymore, and she was tired of it. All she wanted was to be Arthur's mother, and for some twisted reason, she was willing to get over what he had done to her. A shared look made the two of them realize how tiredsome it had been to keep up. It was time to give Arthur the mother he deserved and the father that kept him safe all those years. Their lips curled up a bit, sharing much more complicity they were expecting to feel. “Our son.”

[fandoms-x-reader]

Baby Daddies

Requested Anonymously

Headcannons

Summary: How would the Seven Demons Brothers be as fathers to babies. The Seven Demon Brothers x (Suggested Fem!) Reader A/N: They/Them pronouns but mentions of MC being pregnant

Lucifer is actually very good at raising babies.

He’ll blame it on the fact that he had tons of practice with raising his brothers.

But, anyone could see that he just had really good paternal instincts.

It will be a little bit of a challenge, to have a child with Lucifer.

He had so many responsibilities as Diavolo’s right-hand man; and, even though Diavolo never forced Lucifer to work, you knew those responsibilities were important to him.

So, you end up watching your baby most of the time while he spends long days working.

If it’s stuff he can do in his study, Lucifer will happily ask you to stay in the room with him.

He’ll play with your baby in between doing his paperwork and when it comes to a point where he could take a break, he immediately scoops your baby into his arms.

He’ll walk around the office, holding your baby and you have to stifle a laugh at some of the things that come out of mouth ~ it is definitely out of character for Lucifer.

He’ll walk towards you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead before reluctantly giving you the baby back, knowing he has to get back to work.

You don’t mind that Lucifer is busy because, in the moments that you do get with him, he always makes sure to show both of you how much he loves and cares about you.

Though, he tries to hide it in front of his brothers, not wanting them to see how vulnerable he was around the two of you. 

He knew they were just waiting for the chance to use it against him, especially Satan and Belphie.

Mammon is totally clueless when you have a child.

On the inside, he is ecstatic, and no matter what he claims to others, he’s always wanted a child of his own.

But, on the outside, he’s a mess. He doesn’t know the first place to start.

Mammon ended up buying every baby item on Akuzon thinking that the only way to ensure a baby would survive is if they had everything they could ever possibly need.

You had to bite back a laugh when the two of you came home to the House of Lamentation and saw Lucifer standing in the middle of the living room, baby items covering every inch of the room while he was fuming, holding the bill from Akuzon.

After promising Lucifer you would handle it, you had to sit Mammon down and have a very long talk with him where you answered every question he had about parenthood.

After that day, Mammon ended up stepping up to the plate.

He was a great father and always found a way to make both you and your child laugh.

However, you did have to stop him several times from using your baby as a pawn in a get-rich-quick scheme.

He thought they were adorable enough to fool anyone and that they would be able to make anyone bend to their will. 

And if you thought he was overprotective of you, think again. Because he will be ten times worse with your child.

He’ll refuse to let it out of his sight for even a second unless you’re there and he’ll even be wary of his brothers holding your baby.

It’s definitely over the top, but you know that it’s coming from a place of love.

Levi is in a full-blown panic mode when he finds out that you’re pregnant.

Then, after talking to him about it, he calms down and is excited to have a baby with you.

But when you actually give birth and he realizes the baby is here, he goes into full-blown panic mode again.

It’s not that Levi is clueless, he’s just unsure of himself and ends up being awkward around the baby.

He’s scared to do anything with the baby without you, afraid he’ll mess it up.

But after you help him get more comfortable around the baby, he’ll relax into the job.

Levi will have so much fun showing your child all of his favorite animes and teaching them how to play games.

You’ve never seen Levi more proud than the day that your baby pushed a button on his control and ended up killing the boss that Levi was fighting.

Levi paraded them around the House of Lamentation and told every single person he saw about how your child was going to be a gaming prodigy.

You would have thought that Lucifer and Levi switched sins.

Satan was as studious as ever when it came to yours and his child.

He wanted to know absolutely everything he could.

He would know every possible illness the baby could get and every remedy for it.

He would study the best kind of diapers, the most comfortable cribs, the most appealing and educational toys.

Basically, if it is related to your baby, Satan would be an expert on the topic.

But despite doing all the research to make sure your baby was at one hundred percent satisfaction, you had a hard time getting Satan to hold your baby.

Every time you asked him to, he brushed it off or passed the duty along to one of his brothers.

You were starting to feel afraid that Satan didn’t want to hold your baby so you brought it up to him and that’s when he explained his fears of hurting your child.

He was the Avatar of Wrath and he was afraid that if something set him off while he was holding your baby, he would end up injuring them.

You managed to finally convince Satan to hold the baby and you sat with him the whole time.

When you placed the baby in his arms, Satan immediately knew that he would never be able to hurt the little one in his arms.

From that moment on, Satan would refuse to let go ~ even when you need him to.

He ends up being a really amazing father.

There will never be a day that goes by that Asmo doesn’t spoil your child rotten.

Your baby has to have the best of everything and Asmo won’t settle for anything less.

Asmo spent so long perfecting every detail of his bedroom, and he doesn’t spend any less time on the nursery.

He is an absolute perfectionist when it comes to the colors used in the room and what items are placed in it.

Your baby will also be the best-dressed baby in all three worlds. And if Asmo can’t find a suitable outfit for a particular night, he will make it himself.

It wouldn’t be the first time Asmo has made clothing, but you notice that he is much more satisfied with making clothes for your child than for himself or Majolish.

Your child will also be posted all over Asmo’s social media pages and they’ll have fans before they even know what that means.

But, you knew that everything Asmo did was because he was so proud of yours and his child. He just wanted to show the world how your love for each created something so perfect.

When Asmo puts the baby to sleep, he’ll sing it a lullaby, his idol voice ringing out through the House of Lamentation and you’ll notice the look of adoration in Asmo’s eyes as he holds the baby, rocking it gently.

There isn’t anything Asmo wouldn’t give to make sure both you and your baby are always happy.

Beel is the closest to what a normal human father would be like.

The only thing that Beel wants is for his family to be happy and healthy.

And he’ll do everything in his power to ensure both of you are happy.

Beel will shamelessly play with your child in front of everyone.

He doesn’t care in the slightest if he looks vulnerable or silly because it’s totally worth it to him to hear your baby laugh ~ or you for that matter.

Beel has so much fun feeding your child too. Food is one of Beel’s favorite things and he’s so happy when he can share it with his child.

You have to watch him carefully though to make sure he doesn’t try and sneak the baby food that it can’t eat yet.

Beel always looks like a guilty puppy when you have to stop him from sneaking the child a large piece of his meal. 

At the end of the night, Beel will hold the baby close to him in one arm and hold you close to him in his other arm.

Luckily, he’s big enough that you can both easily fit.

This is Beel’s happy place ~ the two of you cuddled into him as he held onto you tightly.

As the child grows, Beel would definitely encourage them to play a sport and then would coach their team.

Belphie will try to act normal around your baby, but he’s actually very overprotective of it.

He refused to let anyone besides you and Beel hold them even though you promised him it was fine.

Belphie will be reluctant to let the baby do anything, not wanting it to get hurt. 

You could see how much love Belphie had for them because whenever Belphie was napping, he would have your baby tucked into his arms, the two sleeping peacefully.

Belphie would always make sure your child had pleasant dreams and if they were in pain from teething he would gently put them to sleep to try and help relieve the pain.

Eventually, you explain to Belphie that the baby can’t just sleep all of the time and that they need mental stimulation so that they can actually grow intellectually.

Belphie doesn’t like the idea of losing his cuddle buddy, but he would never do anything to harm your child so he agrees.

The baby ends up changing Belphie’s life for the better in the sense that Belphie doesn’t want to part from them so he ends up spending more time going out and about instead of sleeping as well.

Of course, Belphie always includes you. Just because he was obsessed with yours and his child, it didn’t mean he was any less obsessed with you.

He couldn’t imagine his life without either one of you. 

[whimsyfinny]

He’s a Winchester

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It's been a long time since (Y/n) and Dean's paths have crossed. Last time they saw each other it was ‘98 and they were young and living in the moment. Nine years down the Line, their paths cross again, but (Y/n)s longest kept secret is about to become Deans reality.

Slow burn (ish), mom!reader, eventual smut

Warnings: language, mention of drugs

Chapter Word Count: 2330

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A/N: wooooop new series! I'm trying something new with this one! As a mom myself I loooove reading mom!reader fics, so I wanted to write my own. It's a slightly shorter first chapter, but the following ones should be longer. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, reading your comments makes my day ❤️ and of course, this is proofread only by myself so pls pls let me know of any errors! I really hope you enjoy it. I also didn’t write this at 2am for once so brownie points to me hahaha

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Chapter 1

“Come on, (Y/n)! You have to tell me all about it! What was he like? Did you kiss? Hold hands? Where did he take you?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the rapidfire questions spewing from Kats mouth. Kat, the stunner sat opposite me with perfect dark skin and the inability to have a bad hair day, was my closest friend. We lived on the same street, drank at the same bar and both hated this small, slightly judgemental town equally. We bonded over the similarities in our lives - like both of us having fallen pregnant at a young age and being dealt the hand of having to raise our kids as single parents. Life was fucking hard sometimes (well, nearly all the time), but my son, Levi, and Kat, made this life worth living.

“Jesus Christ, ok! The date was ok.”

“Uh oh. ‘Ok’? That means it was awful, right?” she raised an eyebrow.

I took a gulp of my coffee.

“The date was ok. But he was…. Seriously not my type. He was too…perfect?” I winced as the words left my mouth, fully aware of how utterly ridiculous that sounded.

“Girl, ‘too perfect’? What the fuck kind of excuse is that?” Kat snorted slightly into her latte.

“I know, I know. But he reminded me of a Ken doll, ya’know? With his white jeans and his Armani sweater over his shoulders - that’s not really… me. The dude gets more manicures than I do. Plus he drives a Fiat Panda. Levi wouldn’t be caught dead getting in and out of one of those.”

“You can’t use your sons taste in cars to dictate the men in your life. That’s a low blow and you know it.”

“Ok then, you go out with Robert and tell me about all the kale facts that you never wanted to learn.” I leant back on the couch, clutching my coffee with both hands to bring some warmth to my fingertips. Kat did the same opposite me, leaning back in the plush armchair as we both took a second to glance out of the large café windows. This was our happy place, right here. It was the place we would come to when we first met and the boys were still in diapers. It was our happy place for the last nine years, and we would come here for every situation: be it a breakup, a catch-up, to discuss terrible sexual encounters or dire situations that need insane back-up plans. But we mostly came here to people-watch. Being the young, single moms that we were, we were constantly under the scrutiny of the small town, having every decision judged by the perfect Jeep-driving soccer moms and the old ladies from church. When we came here, to sit by this window in these comfy-as-fuck couches, it was our turn to do a little judging.

“Vicki Priestley isn't fooling anyone with those sunglasses,” I said, taking another sip of coffee as I watched the thin peroxide blonde across the street repeatedly wipe her nose with the back of her hand.

“Right? We get shunned for…well… fuck all, yet that Paris wannabe can snort coke on a Tuesday school run and everyone turns a blind eye? What a joke.”

“Amen to that,” we watched her for a few more seconds as she climbed behind the wheel of some monstrous four by four and sped off down the road.

“Did you hear that Mrs. Harris caught Mr. Harris with a young mistress? Apparently she works at the bank.”

“Oh my GOD yes I heard!” Kat exclaimed, leaning forward, “and as revenge she put Nair in his shampoo - he's completely hairless, even his eyebrows are gone.”

We both snickered as we raised our mugs.

“To Mrs. H for taking no shit.”

Conversation flowed as topics ranged from the new dessert parlour that opened last week down the road to the extortionate price of kids' Motocross gear.

“I mean the bikes are so tiny, why do they have to cost that much?”

“You're preaching to the choir babes, Toby just outgrew his boots for the third time this year,” Kat grimaced at the thought of how much money she'd spent already.

“Ouch, they're like what? Eighty bucks a pair?”

“Yup.”

“Yeah well, I had to get Levi a new helmet after that little dickhead from the tournament last month crashed into the side of him. That boy was more upset about the stickers he lost than the bruises he got,” I shook my head with a smile on my lips. Kat did the same.

“That's a tough kid you've got there.”

I sighed.

“Yeah I know. Despite never having met him, he's so much like his dad. It's a little concerning actually,” I laughed nervously, instantly regretting bringing up Levi’s father in front of Kat. I glanced up at her, taking a sip of my coffee in an attempt to hide behind the mug. The wiggling of her eyebrows being an indicator of her impending wrath.

“That man is the reason why you’re never satisfied with your dates. He set that bar waaaay too high.”

I scoffed. “He did not. We were young and he just swept me off my feet a bit, that’s all; with that ‘give ‘em Hell’ attitude and handsome face. Plus he had a great car.”

“Last time you said his face was ‘gorgeous’,” Kat cupped her face and fluttered her eyelashes, puckering her lips. I threw a sugar packet at her which she batted right back at me.

There was a moment of quiet as we both looked out the window again, my mind unable to stop itself from racing through old memories.

“Do you think he’ll ever come calling?” Kat asked, some sincerity to her tone. I sighed and slumped back further on the couch.

“I highly doubt it. He doesn’t even know that Levi exists. I tried calling him a few years back but some guy John W. had that number instead. I gave up after that. Plus, he had this kinda dangerous job, and normally if he showed up it was because something was going to go down,” I paused, looking into the dark liquid in my cup, “It’s probably a good thing that he hasn’t just shown up.”

“You say that, but you still have that photo you took together on your vanity.”

I shot her a look, pursing my lips and pinching my brows as she laughed, knowing she'd stumped me there. I quickly downed my coffee and checked my watch before standing and grabbing my bag.

“Come on, let's stop interrogating me and go pick up the boys before all Hell breaks loose at the track.”

“Mom it wasn't my fault, I swear.”

I slammed the car door closed and turned to the boy who stood close enough to be my shadow.

I turned around to face him with a stern expression, “so you did do it? After I called that boys mom a liar? LEVI.”

Levi, my son, looked close to tears, his bottom lip trembling.

“Mom, I'm so sorry! I'll never do it again!”

I narrowed my eyes at him before sighing, already exasperated, throwing the car keys into my bag.

“Did you at least stick to the golden rule?”

His answer was a vigorous nod, the tremble in his lip disappearing.

“‘Never throw the first punch; throw the second and finish the fight,’” he recited the words like a prayer.

“And…?”

“‘Always claim self defence.’”

I smiled and ruffled his soft brown hair.

“Good boy. What started the fight anyway?” I asked, guiding him to walk through the parking lot towards that new dessert parlour.

“He said I was weird for not having a dad.”

I looked down at him, eyes softening and I lifted a hand to rub his shoulder. It wasn't the first time he'd had this argument, and it likely won't be the last. Kids can be assholes. “And then he hit me when I said ‘at least my mom's boobs are real.’”

“Levi!” I stopped in my tracks and looked at him, mortified. I didn't even know where to start with that one. “Where-”

“Jamie from math class told me what ‘implants’ were… and he said that Brad's mom had them.”

He looked up at me innocently, and I knew then that he didn't fully grasp what he'd said to Brad - the kid he'd just punched between the eyes. I sighed for the umpteenth time and started walking again.

“Whatever, just… don't say that to anyone again, ok? You're gonna make me look like a terrible parent.”

“Ok mo- whoa! Look at that car!” It was Levi's turn to stop dead in his tracks as he stood in awe of the sleek black car parked by the sidewalk.

A black Chevy Impala.

“Oh wow,” my words came out slightly breathless, my mind suddenly racing to him and the conversation I'd had with Kat earlier that afternoon.

“So cool!” Levi gushed, walking up close to it but not close enough to touch.

“Yes, very cool. Now let's go inside before they run out of ice cream,” I ushered him to the door, reflexively looking over my shoulder, not knowing if I even wanted to see who could possibly be in the area.

The bell jingled as we walked in and Levi ran up to the counter, pressing his forehead to the glass. My eyes scanned the menu and I was pleasantly surprised to see they served coffee.

“What do you fancy kiddo?” I ruffled his hair again and waited for him to decide, and it wasn't long before he'd made up his mind. After ordering, we headed towards a small table-for-two at the edge of the room, and as Levi slumped down in his chair something familiar caught my attention.

A voice.

My heart quickly became erratic in my chest and my palms grew sweaty. I looked in the direction the voice had come from and was met with a slap in the face from memory lane.

There he was; the same wicked grin and mischievous eyes that had burned themselves into my memory. He dressed the same as he did nine years ago - right down to the necklace and leather jacket. He was engrossed in a conversation with another man, who looked slightly younger than himself, all whilst digging into a stack of waffles.

“Mom?”

The sound of Levi's voice snapped me out of the stunned fog I was caught up in and I quickly sat down, trying my best to focus on my son and not the man who was sitting only a few feet behind him. Levi looked like he was about to ask another question when a giant chocolate sundae and a coffee appeared at the table. I heard the waitress challenge Levi to finish the whole thing, but it was like I was listening to the world through water. My mind wouldn't stop racing. He's here. Do I talk to him? Will he remember me? Do I tell him about Levi? I hurriedly pulled my phone from my bag and sent her a hasty message before turning back to the boy in front of me, convincing a smile to appear on my lips.

“If you have room in that black-hole stomach of yours then you definitely could've finished your veggies earlier at dinner.”

He smirked slightly, like he always did when he knew he was getting away with murder, and it almost took my breath away. I saw the same smirk grace the lips of the man in the booth behind him. The mans gaze shifted to the side and when his eyes met mine - the same vibrant twists of green and gold that I have tattooed on my memory - I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart leaping in my chest as I tore my eyes away. I clutched my coffee cup, staring intently at the dark swirling liquid, praying to anyone or anything that I'd find the answers to my troubles in the bottom of this mug. The prickling on my skin was unshakable, like his eyes were on me and I was trapped under his intense observation, unable to breath. Minutes felt like hours, and eventually he and his companion stood before heading to the door. The moment they were gone with the bell signalling their departure, the air gushed from my lungs as I dropped my head into my hands, earning myself a confused look from my son. I offered him a reassuring smile which he accepted before returning to shovelling ice-cream into his face.

Just when I thought I was safe, I looked up and locked eyes with him. Our eyes locked through the window just as he opened the car door, leaning on it. It was like time froze, and for a few moments, despite my earlier urgency to not make eye contact, I was now unable to look away. My breath caught in my throat as a smirk pulled at his lips before he ducked down into the driver's seat, slamming the car door closed. I found myself chewing on my bottom lip as he tore out of the parking lol, that familiar rumble of the engine practically rattling the windows and, despite the noise, it was a comforting sound.

Once they were out of sight and the impala could no longer be heard, I sighed, pushing my hair off my face and running my hands through my hair. As Levi polished off the last of his ice-cream, my phone buzzed on the table. Opening it and reading the message, a small wave of relief washed over me as Kat confirmed that Toby would be at his dad's for once so she could come over to drink wine and discuss very important topics. She hasn't got a clue what I need to vent about yet, but I feel like tonight is going to be a very long night.

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Next Chapter: Chapter 2

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Where are You Part.4

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Summary: You’ve been with Daryl since you were teenagers having a lovely little girl and another on the way but then the apocalypse happens and you’re left by yourself with your daughter and unborn child, will you ever find you husband again? Mean while Daryl is with a group that has no idea about his family

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warnings: Usual twd violence, pregnancy, Shane

Part.3

•Masterlist•

I wake up in the bed next to Daryl as he’s still sound asleep, he looks so exhausted and we never got the chance to clean him off yesterday, I stroke my fingers down his arm lightly hearing him hmmm

“Ya staring again sweetheart” he says as he opens his eyes

“Can’t help it when you’re next to me” he looks deep into my eyes, his face blank

“Are you okay?” I ask worried

“Always am” I sigh taking his face in my hand

“D….i know you more than myself, and if you won’t take care of yourself I will, I’m not letting you work yourself to death”

“I can take care of myself woman” he groans as he sits up careful of his side

“I know you can but you know I like making sure you’re okay, how about we get in the shower and you LET me clean you up” he looks back at me with a little smile and I know I’ve got him, I pick some clean clothes for the both of us and lead him to the bathroom

Stripping of our dirty clothes and stepping into the warm stream of water with him behind me, wrapping his arm around me resting in my belly, reminding me of when he’d come home from work when I was pregnant with Harlow and we’d just hold eachother

“I miss this” I sigh we he starts running his hands down my arms to my hips

“Me too, thought about ya s’ much on the road, wishin I could hold ya, smell ya, just be with ya” his voice low in my ear

I turn in his arms wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him down into a kiss, trying to believe we’re back in our little home

“I wanna go home, how are we suppose to raise Harlow in this and what about a new born or what if something happens when I’m giving birth” he runs his finger down my lip stopping me

“As long as yer with me we’ll figure it out” I nod as I take soap and start washing him down being this close to him after so long and these damn baby hormones it was like I was on over drive

I watch the soap wash down his biceps making them glisten and I can’t take my eyes away I just want to bite them

“I know that look” he says with a smirk braking my trance and making me blush

“Well maybe if you weren’t so mouth watering I wouldn’t have this problem” we finish cleaning eachother and step out, he helps me get dressed and I help button up his sleeveless plaid

“As handsome as ever” he scoffs playfully

“Get yer mind outta the gutter woman”

“Ugh fine, let’s go take Harlow off of Beth’s hands”

•

We had breakfast as a little family on the porch and Harlow was stuck to Daryl like glue, staying on his lap not wanting him to leave

“Mommy when’s Levi coming?” She asks as she chews down on a strawberry

“Who’s Levi missy?” Daryl asks confused

“Baby brother, I think it’s cute” she says looking up at him

He nods and I can’t help but smile

“He’ll be here soon Angel a few more months” she squeals excited

“You’ll be here right daddy?”

“Of course I will baby” then there is a disturbance down by the farm, everyone yelling, Daryl takes his crossbow and runs down I take Harlows hand and make our way, finding out that Hershel has been keeping walkers in the barn

Shane’s freaking out making a panic of everything, I have Harlow stay with Lori and Carl back away from everything going to stand next to Daryl

“Face it we’re looking for a little girl WHOS GONE”

“Man ya don’t know what the hell yer talkin about I found her damn doll” Daryl shouts

“Ya you found a doll” he said pushing Daryl I step infront of Daryl trying to stop him knowing he’s still injured

“Don’t ever touch him again pig” Shane laughs in my face and grips my throat so tight I’m immediately seeing stars choking for air clawing at his arm, everyone screaming trying to pull Shane off me, I finally feel relief when he’s ripped off me and I fall back into Daryl arms, falling to my knees as he grips my face tapping lightly trying to get me to focus

“Come on Angel breathe, I’ve got ya” I finally come back to reality sucking in a deep breath feeling the pain in my throat, I try to talk but it hurts so bad

“Don’t talk” I faintly hear Shane going on a tangent, I turn in time to see him break open the barn doors and out floods the walkers, I look back at Daryl with fear, he gives me the look and goes off to take them down as a wobbly make my way over to Harlow covering her eyes from the gore, my throat still on fire my head foggy, all this trauma can’t be good for the baby

“Mommy I’m scared” she whimpers against my chest, I rub my hand up and down her back taking a deep breath I get back up on weak knees and take her away, she didn’t need to hear or see any of this I take her back to our tent

“Mommy he hurt you again” she says as he takes a blanket and lays it over me as I lay down and she plays like a doctor, taking a water bottle and handing it to me I try to say thank you but it comes out wheezy and painful

“Shhh mommy I’ll take care of you until daddy comes” she lifts my head and lays it in her lap being careful of the stitches on my head

We just lay there for a while until the tent opens and in comes Daryl pulling me to his chest

“I helped mommy, made her better!” Harlow says as she stands to join our hug

“Good girl” Daryl hums

He looks at my throat groaning when he sees the red hand print that’s quickly turning purple

“I promised he wouldn’t touch ya again I’m dealin with this” he gives both of us a kiss on the cheek and he’s gone

“Daddy mad”

“He sure is, Shane is a bad man”

“Because he hurt you?” I nod brushing her hair back

“Yes no man should lay a hand on a woman, I wish you didn’t see that but I’m okay” she nods gently brushing her little fingers against my neck

“I just want you to be happy mommy” her words break my heart

“I am because I’ve got that sweetest little daughter and I still have my family” Daryl comes back in his hand bloody and I could tell he was fuming

“Think he got the message now” he growls slumping down beside us, I clean up his hand and wrap it

•

The night air is hot and all I can hear is the soft breathing of Harlow and Daryl and the bugs out in the field, I couldn’t seem to sleep after everything, too hot to sleep anyways but Harlow and Daryl could always sleep through a hurricane, sleep was never a problem for them

I tiptoe around them and sneak outside trying not to disturb them, sitting on a camp chair letting the subtle breeze wash over me helping cool me just a bit

“Oh baby what have we got ourselves into” I sigh rubbing my bump when I feel a kick

It’s only been a few months of this new world and it’s already gone to hell, what else is going to happen, how am I going to protect my family I feel like a failure

“Woah” I gasp feeling a sharp pain in my stomach, one I’ve never felt before

I try to breath through it when an even strong wave of pain takes over me, I scream falling to the ground like the air was knocked out of me

Somethings wrong, I hear the tent unzip and Daryl comes out picking me up from the ground, Harlow on his tail

“What’s wrong sweetheart” he asks panicked

“I can’t….soemthing wrong D, it hurts so much” I gasp holding my belly

“Is it baby Levi?” Harlows little voice cracks

“Follow me close harly” Daryl says as he starts running through the field towards the house everything feels like a blur

“HERSHEL” Daryl yells when he busts into the house, I see a frantic Maggie and Hershel come to the guest room where Daryl laid me down

“Somethings wrong she said her stomach hurts, she screamed so loud” I feel it again and cry

“My baby, please god don’t take him from me” the pain is too much and I feel the darkness take me

•

Part.5

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