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HASHIRAS REACT TO YOU BEING A BRAT !!

Scenario: You and them were training and you couldn’t find an opening to strike them leaving them multiple chances to strike you and you got so fed up and you threw your wooden sword on the floor and started shouting at them letting your anger issues get the best of you.

(Went over board with my baby obanai 💔)

NOT proof read.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ✧

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Gyomei ‘looked’ at you in confusion trying to figure out why you were acting like this. He tried his best to calm you down, saying things like— “Calm down, Im sorry. I didn’t realize how hard I was being on you.” or “This behavior is really unnecessary. Calm down.” Either way you had a snarky remark.

“I don’t fucking care, how about you shut the fuck and let me think for a second.” You said , pacing around. His eyebrows furrowed, his anger slowly rising trying to be patient with you.

Unexpectedly, Gyomei grabbed your upper arm and faced you to him. Your face hitting his chest as he lowered himself to your level. Not being able to look at you in the eyes directly because he’s blind. “Breathe.” Is all he said. You took deep breaths trying to calm down.

Once you finally calm down and lean into his touch you whispered an apology. “Sorry master Gyomei.” All his anger suddenly evaporating as he felt your breathing even out. “Its okay.”

You felt his hands travel down to your waist and grip it. “Although, that type if behavior comes with consequences.” He said, voice deepening. You gulped. Scared of what he had in store for you.

TOMIOKA GIYUU

He just stared at you. He was never good when it came to handling people’s emotions. “It’s never that serious.. Y/N calm down.” You heard him faintly say. His voice low. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever tell me shits not that serious.” You say, angrily. Walking up to him, dangerously close. “I suggest you back up if you know what good for you.” He said. Locking eyes with yours.

You scoffed, getting closer than you already were if that was even possible. Giyuu felt like you were testing his patience, he felt as if you thought he couldn’t touch you.

He gripped your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Watch who you’re talking to Y/N. You’re acting like a child like every other day I don’t have you laid up in my mansion unable to move.” Giyuu said, his mouth so close to your ear.

“ m’sorry..” You said, closing your eyes out of embarrassment. “gimmie a kiss baby.” He said, pulling away from your ear, giving you the sloppiest kiss ever.

SHINOBU KOUCHO

“Oh my, whats the matter?” She asked, taking a few steps back. “This shit is frustrating! I cant get a hit, im getting fucking mad.” You yelled, kicking the dirt. “Hey its okay really.” She gave you a weak smile. “Its not, I-its not!” You said, tears began to fall. “Y-You’re so mean shinobu! “ You yelled, attempting to slap her arm.

She stopped the slap by grabbing your wrist, applying pressure, making you wince. “Calm down. You should know better than to hit a hashira let alone your trainer.” She said, eyes piercing through you.

“sorry master koucho..”. you said weakly, before she let go of your wrist. “thought so.”

MITSURI KANROJI

She didn’t know what to do, she was confused and panicking. She tried her best to calm you down. “Im sorry! Im sorry!” she said, hugging you.

You calmed down and melted into her touch. her fingers caressing your arms. “you have to try okay my love? You can’t expect to just be able to land a hit on me without training.” she said, her voice soft and smooth. She calmed you down so fast as if this was a everyday occurrence.

MUICHIRO TOKITO

He stared at you blankly. just letting your tantrum run through. He had no idea why you were acting like this and didn’t really want to know.

“Pick your sword back up and stop procrastinating and come on.” He said. Your blood started to boil. He was making you angry. “Im not going to put up with your temper tantrums. So come on” He said once more. He was starting to get mad.

“Im not! Im going to quit for today.” You raised your voice. “No you’re not come on.” His voice starting to rise. You turn back and said something along the lines of, “im not gonna sit here and have you throw me on the floor for fun muichiro. You making me mad.” You started moving your hands when you were talking.

“Does it look like I care? stop acting like a child and grow up!” He yelled, which took you back.

“excuse me?” You said, wanting him to repeat what he said.

welp in the end the two of you bickered until the sun set.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

He got angry before you could even get angry. “You could’ve hit me right there. why are you so slow?!” He yelled in your face. You put your hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Boy back the hell up!” You said.

He was took back by the base in your voice, glaring at you. “Watch who you talking to.” He said, gripping your upper arm. “OW NIGGA!” You yelled, hitting him trying to get the grip to let up.

“quit all that fussin.” He said,pulling you closer. “We are going to try again, and this time you better knock me in my head.” He said , being dead serious “Yes sir.” You rolled your eyes. He snapped his neck towards you and gave you a look immediately shutting you up.

OBANAI IGURO

“Shut the hell up with that whining shit. You know I don’t like that.” He hissed. “b-but master! I can’t do it!”You whined. He always felt sorry for you when you couldn’t get something down and you’d stress about it.

“What did I just tell you?” He said, eyes slanting a little. Earlier today Tengen told him that he was babying you too much and now he can finally see that.

“You’re going to keep trying until you get it right. You’re so damn spoiled, I see what Tengens talking about.” He said from across the field. You got offended wanting to say something back but Obanai knew you better than yourself.

“I dont want to hear you saying anything. Come at me again.” He said. You refused. Not moving a muscle. Why should you have to listen to him? “No.” You said, sweat starting to form. “You’re literally shaking. Im not going to hurt you.” He said once again, but you didnt budge. “Go talk about me to Tengen I can train myself.

“Thats what youre mad about?” Obanai has venom in his voice. In a blink of an eye he was right in front of you. A hand was wrapped around your throat. “Lose the fucking attitude.” He whispered. “I hate when you whine about stupid shit. If I tell you to do something then you do it.” He continued. “Isn’t that right mama?” He looked at you. “Y-yes iguro.” You hate when he had full control over you but you loved it so much.

“Get your shit together and come on ‘for I fuck you outside.”

“yes master iguro.”

RENGOKU KYOJURO

Like Mitsuri, he started panicking. “Okay okay! I realized this is way beyond your level lets start slow!” sweat coming down his face.

“NO! I wanna do it till i get it right. Stop treating me like a baby!” You yelled and picked your wooden sword back up.

“Well you are getting angry so maybe stop!” He said, still keeping his cheerful expression. Your rolled your eyes and got into stance knowing that your attitude was going to get nowhere with him.

TENGEN UZUI

“well that’s really unflashy.” He said, one hand on his hip. “Will you shut up?” You said, voice very low. “What was that? Speak up. I couldn’t quite catch that.” He said, sarcastically. “I said can you shut up?” You said louder, making sure he heard you.

“Hey you know thats kind of rude for someone who keeps falling on their ass.” Tengen said. “Maybe if you stop fighting me like I was a damn demon then maybe i wouldnt be falling on my ass all the time? I dont know just a thought.” You said. “Pick up your sword and stop being a baby.” He said, smile plastered on his face.

You grabbed your sword coming at him with full force, faster than before catching him completely off guard. He grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back. “You need to calm down” He said, voice laced with shock and slight anger.

You rolled your eyes knowing that he won’t be nice with you anymore while training.

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viiamshe · 1 month ago

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Title:New years kiss

A male hashira x chubby black reader fanfic for new years 🎆

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Giyu Tomioka: The Quiet Yet Passionate Kiss

Giyu wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions always spoke volumes. He invited you to a quiet hill overlooking a snowy village, where the two of you sat side by side, bundled against the cold. Your rich brown skin glowed under the moonlight, and he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you, the soft curves of your figure catching his eye even under layers of winter clothes.

“You’re staring, Giyu,” you teased, giving him a playful nudge with your elbow. “What’s on your mind?”

He turned away, flustered. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, though his faint blush betrayed him. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, his voice low. “Y/N, you’re…beautiful. I don’t say it often, but it’s true.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Thank you,” you said softly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He turned to face you, his deep blue eyes meeting yours with a rare intensity. Slowly, he raised a hand, brushing his fingers gently against your round, soft cheek. “May I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart pounding. As the first fireworks of the New Year burst in the distance, Giyu leaned in and kissed you. His lips were warm and soft against yours, tentative at first but growing bolder as you responded. His hand rested lightly on the curve of your jaw, his touch reverent as though he were afraid to break the moment.

When you pulled away, you saw a soft smile tugging at his lips—a sight so rare it made your heart skip a beat. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice full of quiet affection.

“Happy New Year, Giyu,” you replied, leaning against him as the fireworks lit up the night sky.

Kyojuro Rengoku: The Fiery and Enthusiastic Kiss

The festival lights bathed the village square in a warm glow, and Kyojuro was practically bouncing with energy as he dragged you from stall to stall. He insisted you try every treat and game, his booming laughter echoing as he beamed down at you.

“Y/N, you must try this!” he exclaimed, handing you a skewer of grilled mochi. His amber eyes sparkled as he watched you take a bite, clearly more interested in your reaction than the food itself.

“It’s amazing!” you said, savoring the smoky sweetness.

“Just like you!” he said without hesitation, his gaze lingering on your radiant smile and the way your curves filled out your yukata perfectly. “Your beauty is unmatched, Y/N.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, but before you could respond, he reached out to brush a stray curl from your face. “The New Year is almost here,” he said, his voice softening. “And there’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”

“What is it?” you asked, your heart pounding.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned in, cupping your face with his warm, calloused hands. His lips met yours in a kiss that was as fiery and passionate as his personality. It was confident and full of love, his grip firm as though he never wanted to let you go. You melted into him, his warmth spreading through you like the festival lanterns’ glow.

When he finally pulled away, the first fireworks of the New Year exploded in the sky, their vibrant colors reflecting in his eyes. “Happy New Year, Y/N!” he declared, his grin wide and infectious. “Let’s make this year the best one yet!”

“Happy New Year, Kyojuro,” you replied, laughing as he swept you into a tight hug.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: The Rough Yet Tender Kiss

Sanemi claimed he didn’t care about New Year’s celebrations, but he agreed to spend the evening sparring with you in the training yard. His sharp gray eyes watched your every move, his smirk growing wider every time you landed a hit.

“You’re getting better,” he admitted grudgingly, brushing a speck of dirt off his arm. His gaze lingered on your figure, the way your curves moved with confidence and strength. He always admired how you carried yourself, though he’d never say it outright.

“Maybe you’re just getting slower,” you teased, your rich brown skin glistening with sweat under the moonlight.

“Tch. Keep talking,” he muttered, though there was no real bite to his words. The distant sound of fireworks drew both of your attention, signaling the arrival of midnight. You turned to Sanemi with a warm smile.

“Happy New Year, Sanemi,” you said softly.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he wouldn’t respond. But then he stepped closer, his expression unreadable. “Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, his voice gruff. “You’re too damn gorgeous for your own good.”

Before you could process his words, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you flush against him. His lips crashed into yours, rough and unyielding at first, but softening as you kissed him back. His hands rested on your waist, gripping you firmly yet carefully, as if afraid to hurt you. The warmth of his body against yours chased away the winter chill, leaving you breathless.

When he finally pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, and he refused to meet your eyes. “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he grumbled.

You laughed softly, your heart swelling with affection. “Happy New Year, Sanemi,” you said, leaning into him.

“Yeah, yeah. Happy New Year,” he muttered, though the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

Muichiro Tokito: The Sweet and Innocent Kiss

The quiet snowfall blanketed the forest in a serene silence as you and Muichiro sat on a fallen log, gazing at the stars. His pale skin glowed under the moonlight, and his mint-green eyes were wide with wonder as he turned to you.

“You look beautiful tonight, Y/N,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on the contrast between your deep brown skin and the pristine white snow. His words were straightforward, as always, but the sincerity in his tone made your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you, Muichiro,” you replied, brushing a curl out of your face. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Do people kiss on New Year’s?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

You nodded, smiling. “It’s a tradition for some people.”

“Then…can I kiss you?” he asked, his cheeks tinged with pink. “I think I’d like to.”

Your heart swelled at his innocence, and you leaned closer. “You don’t have to ask, Muichiro.”

He hesitated for only a moment before closing the distance between you. His lips were soft and warm against yours, the kiss sweet and unhurried. His hand rested lightly on your round cheek, his touch gentle and full of affection. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you under the starry sky.

When he pulled back, his eyes sparkled with quiet joy. “Happy New Year, Y/N,” he said, a rare smile gracing his lips.

“Happy New Year, Muichiro,” you replied, feeling your heart melt at his sweetness.

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Happy new years my lovely’s I love you all so much and I hope you have an amazing new year 😘 and I’ll have a demon version posted later today ❤️

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viiamshe · 1 month ago

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ONE MONTH | g. tomioka

synopsis: your sent to train with the ever ellusive and quiet water hashira... request: "the people yearn for a story from you that’s1. giyu x afab reader2. fluff3. something along the lines of giyu is a hashira and you’re a young swordsmen working you way up the ranks and giyu becomes fixated on you. the first reason he’ll fall for you is because you’re the first person to talk to him like you actually wanna “hear” what he has to say and doesn’t just brush him off because of how recluse he is..."author's note: helloooo is it clear that I'm a bit obsessed with giyu right now? this one goes out to you anonymous! hope I made you proud :) cw: blood, gore, fluff, fem reader wc: 5.2k

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Giyu read over the letter again, folding it up as he stood near the train station, wind picking up as the oncoming train approached. He pocketed the letter and pushed off the pillar he was leaned against and waited for the train to pull to a stop. Ms. Kanroji was sending her new tsuguko to train with him for a month as well as accompany him on a mission the last week of the month. The love hashira claimed in her letter to see great promise in this slayer and wanted her to train with each hashira for a bit before settling on a breathing style.

Giyu wasn’t one for partnering up, let alone training people but he owed Ms. Kanroji a favor and although she wouldn’t hold him to it he still decided to let it happen. After all, what's the worst that could happen?

“I heard the water hashira hates people.” A girl whispered to your left as the train pulled closer to the station. You turned to her with a gentle smile.

“If he hated people he wouldn’t be a Hashira.” You implored softly.

You’d been on a bit of a roundtrip meeting of each hashira for about four months now. So far you’d met the mist breathing hashira who let you braid his hair out of his face during training. The sound hashira who’d asked if you wanted to be his fourth wife, tempting but you had your mind set on other things in the present moment. The wind hashira who instead of verbally assaulting you like he did with all the other slayers had sighed and told you you were something promising. The serpent hashira was very kind to you. Definitely because you were Mitsuri’s tsuguko though. But still you made a good impression on him and he said in some moments you reminded him of Mitsuri.

And now here you are, at your fifth hashira. The water hashira, Giyu Tomioka. You’d never met him in person before this training started but a boy you met at the butterfly mansion with hanafuda earrings told you he cherished Giyu as a friend.

“I knew a slayer that said she tried hard getting along with him and he wouldn’t even talk to her.” She returns with wide eyes.

“Maybe he was having an off day, you never really know what someone’s going through.” You say and the girl besides you sighs softly. You two had met at Mr. Shinazugawa’s training and she was sort of a pessimistic person.

“You’re too optimistic.” She pouted just as the train came to a complete stop. You grabbed your things and smiled down at her.

“That’s not always a bad thing.” You give her a wave and reluctantly she waves back as you weave your way off the train. You step off, the sun low in the sky as a gentle wind pushes your hair back out of your face.

It was easy to spot Giyu once he pushed through the crowd towards you. He was tall and lean, black coal hair and the darkest blue eyes you’d ever seen. It was like glimpsing into the ocean at midnight. You swallowed and smiled brightly, pushing the little gossip your friend had told you on the train to the back of your mind.

“Mr. Tomioka, I’m Y/n, Ms. Kanroji’s tsuguko. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You smiled, holding your hand out to the taller man. His eyes met yours for a moment, then looked down at your hand in the space between you. It hung there for an awkward second and just as you went to lower it he met you hand in a gentle and firm shake. You quietly sighed in relief, glad he saved you from last minute embarrassment.

“You may call me Giyu.” He says softly. Your eyes meet his as you nod your head in affirmation. You stopped yourself from saying ‘yes, sir’ thankfully as he reached a hand out for your bags. You smiled brightly as he helped you carry them.

“Thank you very much.” You beamed but he didn’t return your smile, he just turned and led the way towards his house, which you quietly took as a que to follow.

It was a short walk to the house and Giyu’s place sort of reflected him in a way. It was calm with earthy tones. Though as he showed you to your room you thought maybe a few window’s needed to be opened because you found yourself almost tripping in the darkness several times. He pulled the door open to your room and placed your bags down.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll prepare something to eat.”

“Oh! That’s very kind… would you like my help?” You asked, setting your own bags down and turning just as he shook his head ‘no’.

“I’ll come get you when it’s ready.” He says, leaving you in your room alone. You swallowed. So maybe the gossip about him wasn’t too far off but only time could tell. You had a habit of somehow breaking through to rough around the edges types. You thought for sure you’d never even scratch the surface of Mr. Shinazugawa but he showed you kindness near the end. And the same went for Mr. Obanai. You were the type of person that saw the good in all people, and you’d find the good in Mr. Tomioka.

Once you finished settling in you turned just as Giyu gently knocked on your door. You opened it with a smile.

“Settled?” He asked as you nodded your head. “Dinner ready. You can eat at the table.” He says and walks the opposite way to the kitchen. You stepped out of your room.

“You’re not eating?” You asked as he paused.

“Hmm? I ate already. Figured you’d want to eat alone.”

“Oh,” You say, turning towards the kitchen. “I wouldn’t have minded eating dinner with you. It’s quite lonely eating alone.” You say and Giyu blinks at you for a moment. As if stunned by your words. He parts his lips and seemingly searches for the right words. He clears his throat.

“I apologize,” He starts. “It’s… been a while since I’ve had anyone here.”

“It’s alright.” You beam. “Next time.” You turn and walk towards the kitchen, sitting to eat dinner. So Giyu really thought you wouldn’t even want to eat with him? Did he really think his presence was that much of a hassle? As you ate, you wondered just how long he’d been cooped up here all alone. It was quite dark in his place, nothing on the walls, no memories with his family hung up on the walls. No books well loved in a nook. No plants or anything to signify this place was even lived in. It was a sterile type of clean. If you’d walked in here unknowing of Giyu, you would’ve thought this place was vacant. You poked at your food as your mind swirled you in circles. Each of the previous Hashira’s hadn’t spoken too highly of Giyu.

Tokito had referred to him as a decorative object, which you took to mean they didn’t speak much. Tengen outright said he was depressing to be around, that he was gloomy. Which Obanai had seconded, saying his gloomy attitude pissed him off. Sanemi thought Giyu was stuck up, that he thought he was better than anyone else.

But you didn’t get any of that. Sure you’d only spoken to him briefly and you were here for one reason, to train. But you decided to befriend him because he didn’t seem stuck up or gloomy. He just seemed lonely. And you knew how to deal with loneliness.

In the morning Giyu woke you up before the sun even got the chance to rise. He taught you the basics of water breathing and had you run through a few trials. Giyu only spoke when he needed to. He carefully adjusted your stances, asking permission to touch you first every time. His hand would slide down your arm just under your elbow and raise it up just slightly, his hands falling down to your hips to turn them.

“Spread your feet,” He intoned and you followed instructions. He walked around the front, he’d test your swings a few times, nodding his head. “Kanroji was right about you.” He said as you two finished up for the day. You raised your brow as he handed you a cup of water.

“What’d she say?” You asked, wiping the sweat from your brow and taking a drink of your water.

“You’re talented.” He said and when you looked at him with a smile he looked away, red faced.

Giyu made dinner and this time you ate with him. He cooked as you washed up and you helped set the table once you were out.

“This is delicious.” You smiled. Giyu didn’t look up from his plate as he nodded his head. “Do you cook often?”

“Every night.” He answers shortly. You bite your lip, hoping you weren’t annoying him. You were just a curious person. It was silent for a moment and then Giyu surprised you. “Do you… cook?” He asks, almost a little awkwardly. You look up and he still doesn’t meet your eyes.

“I’ve learned to. I wanted to be useful for Ms. Kanroji since she’s teaching me so much so I learned to cook her favorite things.” You explain as Giyu nods.

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s your favorite things to cook?” You smile at his question.

“I like sweet things. My mom used to make this taro bread and… I wish I could figure out her recipe but… haven’t gotten it quite yet.”

“You can’t ask her?”

“We don’t,” You clear your throat somewhat awkwardly. You didn’t want to bring down the mood so you just forced a smile. “I’ll ask next time I see her.” You looked back down at your plate and felt Giyu’s eyes on you. You could tell he saw through your lie but he didn’t ask about it.

After almost a month of training you and Giyu set off on a mission together. You boarded the train in the morning and disembarked closer to nightfall. From what Giyu told you a demon had been rumored to have been feasting off of a small town in the mountains. It was quite the trek to the town and as you got closer you saw the dim lights. You walked a bit faster to keep stride with Giyu and cleared your throat, speaking softly.

“It’s quiet.”

“It’s a small town, a lot of older people reside here.” He answers as you nod your head, eyes scanning around for any sort of movement. Giyu must’ve heard something because his arm instantly extends infront to stop you. You pause your movements immediately as he moves in front of you protectively, his hand on the hilt of his katana. It was deathly quiet where you two stood. Even the trees seemed to have paused their swaying, the wind slowing. You watch Giyu take a few steps, he glanced back at you, holding out a hand. His way to tell you to stay directly behind him. You nod once and keep close to him. You hadn’t heard a thing, but the hairs on your arms stood. The air felt heavy as you slowly placed your hand on your sword, ready to yank it out when needed. The town came closer into view as you two stepped quietly on the road. It was nearing 7 p.m. and not a single soul walked around the streets. They were practically deserted. Giyu backed up and leaned close to you, his breath tickling the side of your face as he spoke.

“Something is watching. From the trees.” He warned as your eyes immediately shot to the trees around. Still you didn’t see a thing. But you didn’t question Giyu, you knew he had better instincts than you. Something learned over the years. Something you didn’t possess quite yet. “Stay close.” Giyu commanded and again you nodded your head as he led the way into the village. Sure enough all the lights were off, some street lamps lit your way but the houses and businesses were practically dead. Something dark caught your eye, a dark spot on the steps leading up to a small house. You walked towards it but made it two steps before you felt a hand shot out, gently catching your wrist. You realized you hadn’t even alerted Giyu, just naively starting walking towards something probably dangerous. He gave you a sharp look and you returned a guilty one.

“Sorry,” You pointed towards the spot and his eyes followed. He walked first towards the spot, bending over. The closer you got you realized what it was. Blood. A dark red puddle of blood that led up the house, the door to the house precariously open. You both, on instinct, pulled out your swords in one quick motion. He gave you a look that told you to stay close as he walked up the stairs of the house. The house was even more deathly quiet if that was even possible. The walls were covered in blood, the smell of metal so strong it almost made you gag. You held tighter to your sword, eyes darting left and right as Giyu leaned and inspected a print left in the blood.

“It’s fresh.” He says up to you just as something from upstairs rumbles. Giyu stands quickly, he notices the fear in your eyes and you feel the gentlest of touches to your chin, his way of asking you to look up at him. You two shared a meaningful look. He didn’t have to say a thing in the dark house. You just understood. He’d keep you safe and you’d do your best to be helpful and watch his back.

You two made your way upstairs, checking room by room and just as Giyu pushed the last one open something stopped in the moonlight. Over Giyu’s shoulder all you saw was red eyes before it attacked. Giyu was quick to step into the room, overwhelming the demon with a quick succession of slashes before it could even think of getting close to you.

Something ticked to your right and before you could even turn your eyes to the noise a demon slammed into you, taking you crashing down the stairs with it. It’s claws digging into you as your sword clatters out of your hands. A silly and deadly naive move on your part as the demon recovered before you did.

You scrambled from the floor towards your sword, feeling hot blood coat the sides of your shirt from the slashes it dealt on you moments ago. A clawed paw wrapped around your ankle just as you were a fingertips length away from your blade as it yanked you back towards the dark. You kicked at the thing, finding purchase as your heel met the thing's throat. It coughed and sputtered as you recovered quickly, rolling towards your sword, yanking it up just as the demon pounced back towards you. You slashed out in a wide arc, your aim true as you lopped the creature's head right from its shoulders. It burst into flames and dusted away just as Giyu ran down the stairs. You blew out a shaky breath as he pulled you from the ground with surprising strength, checking you over.

“You’re hurt,” He sees the blood on your sides from the claws.

“It’s nothing really,” You answer, barely lifting the side of your shirt. The slashes are deeper than you thought when you finally see them.

“That’s not nothing,” He guides you carefully to a chair and bends to his knee. “May I?” He asks as you nod your head. He reaches and gently pulls your shirt up, He looks it over for a moment before carefully wiping up the blood and gently wrapping it. He ties off the bandage and pulls your shirt back down. He meets your eyes. “You did well defending yourself.” He says and you can’t help but blush and smile.

“I’ve had good teachers.” You remark and swear Giyu’s cheeks are just as red as yours as he stands back up.

“It’s not over just yet, alright. I’d like for you to stay here while I check out the rest of the village.” He says, not meeting your eyes as he walks back towards the front door.

“Mr. Tomioka! I can’t just leave you on your own. We’re partners.” You say, pushing to your feet. Your side screams in pain but you don’t show it on your face as you follow him. He turns and shakes his head, meeting your eyes.

“No. Stay here and rest up. It won’t take me long.”

“No,” You argued, clearing your throat. “I’m fine. I swear.” You implore, not wanting to split from him for even a moment. Giyu walked back towards you, leveling his eyes with yours.

“You’ve done enough. That wound is deep. You need to take a rest.”

“I promise… I’m alright.” You give your best soft smile and watch Giyu smile, his eyes dipping to your lips before he looks away quickly, clearing his throat.

“You stay plastered to my side and let me deal with any demons. Promise me.” He says, an intense look in his eyes. You nod your head.

“I promise.”

Giyu didn’t let you out of his sight even for a moment, he’d glance back at you regularly as you made your way through the rest of the village. He was very attentive, so attentive that it was making you blush. Two weeks spent together and he seemed to really care for you as a friend. All those long hours spent training, eating together, you really felt as though you’d conjured up another friendship.

Something rustled near the edge of the village as you both turned at the sound, Giyu was quick to step between you and the sound. There was a distant cry and a deep growl as you pulled out your sword. Giyu narrowed his eyes just as another demon crashed out of the forest towards you two, you blinked, its head toppled off its body, Giyu’s blade glinting in the dim light. He killed it in mere seconds. You hadn’t even had time to think before it was lighting on fire and dusting into nothing. Your eyes widened as a smile fit your face. He was impressive and you couldn’t help but admire his skill. Giyu was back at your side in seconds checking you over as if you even got a chance to move.

“I’m okay, Giyu.” You insisted as he nodded his head, blowing out what seemed to be a breath of relief.

Giyu rented a room at a nearby inn and as you two settled inside he insisted on checking your wound over again before bed. He sat you down and unwrapped the bandaging to clean up the wound and wrap it up again with clean bandages.

“You think it’ll scar?” You ask as Giyu shakes his head,

“I don’t think so.”

“It’d be kind of cool, though. Like a memento of our time together.” You smile as Giyu’s eyes snap to yours. In this light he blushes, actually blushes at your words. You almost can’t believe your eyes. He looks away, embarrassed as he speaks.

“It’ll heal up just fine.” He says and pushes back to his feet. You clear your throat.

“Giyu?” You ask as he pulls back the cover on his cot, yours a few feet from his.

“Hm?”

“You’re incredible, you took out that demon in… seconds.”

“It was a weak one.”

“Still. It’s been an honor to train with you.” You say as Giyu turns away from you. “May I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“What made you want to be a hashira?” It’s silent for a moment and you wonder if somehow either he fell asleep or didn’t hear you, that is until he turns over, eyes meeting yours.

“What made you want to be a slayer?” He countered. You smiled. You two had broached this topic on your second night together but you had brushed it off then. But now… now you felt compelled to tell him.

“My mother was turned into one. It was late, I usually waited up for her with my siblings till she got home from work. But… it wasn’t her that walked through the door… it… well you know. Demons don’t think much other than to kill. My mother tried to attack my younger siblings and I-- I had to kill her.” You recount, clearing your throat as tears well up into your eyes. Giyu watched you with an unreadable expression. He then pushed off his cot and sat beside you, just as you turned Giyu pulled you into a gentle hug. You instantly hugged back, smiling against his shoulder as he held you. You missed your family and you came to terms with things a long time ago, you did what you had to do. You saved your siblings from something that wasn’t your mother anymore. After that night you vowed to try and do that for others so they wouldn’t have to go through the pain you went through that night. To try and prevent it. When he pulled back he looked sad for you, you smiled at him. “Thank you…”

“That must’ve been hard.” He says as you nod your head.

“I miss her. I do… but I don’t regret it. I had to save my family.” You say.

“You’re the incredible one.” He says and now you're the one blushing shamelessly. His eyes soften and for the first time you feel your heart speed just at the sight. You look away for a second before clearing your throat.

“You dodged my question early.” You say as Giyu slightly cocks his head. “Why did you become a hashira?”

“You don’t want to hear that.” He says as you nod your head.

“I do. I really do.” You implore. He looks at you. Really really looks at you.

“I… shouldn’t be.” He starts as you furrow your brow. “My friend… he should be where I am now.”

“Giyu…” You shake your head. He tells you his story, about his friend Sabito, who sacrificed his life to save everyone during the entrance exam. You could hear the hurt in his voice as he told it. The way he thought he really didn’t deserve to be a hashira. You couldn’t just sit there and listen, not when you felt so strongly. You turned and looked him straight in the eyes. “You deserve to be where you are, Giyu. You worked incredibly hard and… watching you fight… It was so inspiring so… amazing. It baffles me that you really think you’re on a lower level than everyone else.” You start, you gently grab his hand. “Spending this past month with you has been an honor. You deserve everything good that comes your way, Giyu.” You give his hand a little squeeze. His lips part wordlessly, you hope your words meant something to him. You watch him swallow and blush once again.

“We… we should get some sleep.” He says and you can’t help the hurt that flashes across your face as he gently pulls his hand away from yours. You bite your lip. Nodding your head, you turn over in your cot, forcing your eyes closed as the light is extinguished from the room. You laid there in the dark, feeling foolish.

You stepped off the train into the blinding light, bags in your hand as you heard your name being called out. You shield the sun from your eyes just as Mitsuri practically tackled you in a hug. You giggled as you hugged her back.

“I missed you so much!” Mitsuri beamed as she picked you up and spun you around as you giggled.

“I miss you too.” You laughed. She set you down, pinching your cheeks as she inspected you.

“You’re taller! And look at these muscles.” She pokes at your arms as you push her hand away giggling. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry, let’s eat while you catch me up, huh?” She asks, locking her arm with yours as she pulls you towards the closest restaurant.

Once you two are settled with lots of food on the table you recount to her things you’ve learned and moments from your travels.

“And how was meeting the water hashira? You spent more time with him than probably any of us!” She says as she gobbles down some ramen. A soft smile fits to your lips as you push your hair from your face.

“I learned a lot from him.” You said as her eyes flew up to yours, she looked over your face and suddenly grinned like she knew a secret.

“You talked a lot about all the other hashira’s with a neutral expression but only say a few words about Giyu and smile like that,” She points to your face and her grin widens. You blush instantly.

“What? T-this is my normal smile.” You implore as she shakes her head.

“I don’t think so. Spill it.”

“What?”

“You have a crush.”

“I most certainly do not.” You gasp, looking around as if Giyu was sitting somewhere in this restaurant.

“You do! You do! If only you could see your face right now, you're a blushing mess!” She laughs heartily, reaching for another dumpling. You narrow your eyes, shaking your head but… but you couldn’t hide the smile.

“You’re insatiable.” You admonished Mitsuri who gave you a bright smile.

“I knew you two would get along, and get along you did, right?” She wiggles her brows as you blush even more.

“Stop that!” You laughed, embarrassed.

“You have to share with your master.”

“This is not how a master should act.” You tease as she smirks.”Fine. Yes. I had a good time. Mr. Tomioka-”

“You even say his name in a dreamy way.”

“Hush.” You laugh. “Mr. Tomioka was very accommodating. He was very attentive during our mission and that-”

“Made your heart flutter?”

“You are the worst!” You giggle as Mitsuri gives you a cheeky smile.

“I’m sorry, dear, it’s just… that way you talk about him and… and say his name it just reminds me of Obanai and I.” You really blush at that. “I… received a letter from Mr. Tomioka halfway through the month and the way he spoke about you… it made me wonder what really happened in that time you two spent together.”

“He wrote?” You ask as Mitsuri smiles.

“He did. He talked very adamantly to me that you were very impressive in battle and training and that he expected you to be a hashira in no time. The reason I sensed something was because most of the time he writes to me it's only a sentence or two but… he spoke of you so fondly he almost filled the whole page.” Mitsuri smiles as you can’t help but smile back.

“I… I was sure I messed things up.”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought… I thought we’d gotten closer, that he’d warmed up to me but… by the last day he shut back down. He barely spoke to me and even when I boarded the train he only just said goodbye.” You recount his cold treatment as Mitsuri reaches across the table, gently taking your hand.

“Obanai was the same way. Sometimes people shut down when something good is dangled right in front of them. Don’t be disheartened.” She says with a comforting smile. You give her a smile back.

“It’s alright, really, I was just happy to learn from him. I couldn’t ask for more than that.” You say and Mitsuri leans back, she gazes at you for a moment, pouting.

“Did you at least thank him?” She asks as your eyes fly up to hers.

“I… I didn’t… I can’t believe I forgot…”

“It’s alright, dear, when we get back you can write him a letter, hmm?” She asks as you nod your head.

Once back Mitsuri lends you her writing kit as you make your way to the wisteria garden near the back of her mansion. You picked a nice tree to sit under and laid out your supplies.

Dear Mr. Tomioka,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to write to you and thank you for your time. I apologize for not saying this to you face to face, it seemed to just slip my mind. I also wanted to apologize if I crossed a line. You showed me kindness and I wanted to give you some in return. It was none of my business and

“Y/n?” Your hand pauses as your eyes drift up and meet Giyu’s. You sit up straight, knocking over your ink well as you scramble to save your letter but it covers the page.

“Mr. Tomioka!” You gasp, wiping off your hands.

“Did I startle you?” He asks as you shake your head. The wind picked up, blowing wisteria around behind Giyu. You're struck then by just how much you’d grown to like him. How utterly important it was to see him in front of you once again, how much you longed for this in such a short time.

“I… was just writing to you. And then… here you are.”

“Ms. Kanroji said I could find you here… you were writing to me?” He asks as you nod your head.

“I… didn’t get to thank you. For your time. Training and taking care of me.”

“I would… do that for you… anytime.” Giyu says and you instantly blush, hiding a smile behind your hand. “I should apologize to you.”

“Apologize? For what?”

“I treated you coldly. You showed me kindness and I… shut down.” “You don’t have to apologize.” You smile with a shake of your head. Giyu steps a few feet closer.

“I do. I am… not well versed in opening up to people and I haven’t really wanted to.”

“That’s okay-”

“Until you.” He interrupts as your eyes fly up to his. He’s looking at you intently. “You’re… incredible in ways that are far past your fighting abilities and I find myself… wanting to be near you at every turn.” Your lips part in surprise at his confession. “When you left… I knew I had to find you. You… don’t have to say anything back, I just… wanted you to know.” Giyu says, the wind brushing his hair back out of his face. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips as you took a step towards him, you reached for his hand, gently pulling his knuckles to your lips as you brushed a kiss against them.

“Now I know.” You smile up at him as the distance between you two diminished and he pulled you against him, lowering his lips to yours.

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viiamshe · 1 month ago

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The extreme difference between these photos is mind boggling

How this country treats someone who (ALLEGEDLY) killed ONE PERSON

Verses how this country treats a man who has and continues to bomb people he knows are innocent…

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viiamshe · 2 months ago

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black girls,

write the content you want.

i’m serious.

idc if you think it’s gonna flop.

idc if you think you’re a terrible writer or artist.

idc if you believe that character/celebrity/athlete/whoever likes black girls or not. (who cares what the fandom says anyway!)

idc if you’re the first and only one to start that _____ x black reader tag.

make the content you want to see!

do it for you most importantly! (you will inspire others ofc)

in conclusion, you won’t get it if you won’t make it.

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viiamshe · 4 months ago

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Transformers have been in my life longer than my dad.

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viiamshe · 5 months ago

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Megatron and Lauren are part of my daily freak out!! Congratulations to Brooke_Demore on Ao3 for this masterpiece she created for us!! This drawing is something simple but I made it from my heart to show how much I love your work! ❤

I drew the "Transformers prime" version because this megatron has my heart! (It's also much easier to draw hehe)

I hope my perspective of Lauren's appearance is correct, I don't remember there being a very deep explanation about her appearance other than her famous blue eyes and brown hair!

And I NEEDED to draw precisely this scene that conveys so much affection with something simple, after all, sleeping on the warlord's shoulder is a privilege only for his dear Femme. 💜

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viiamshe · 5 months ago

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Colored it. Next post will be jjk related I promise

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My Angel in the Dark

Levi Ackerman x afab!reader

Synopsis: You meet a military man who visits your place of work often, a bar in your small town. He always looked tired, and he was always fairly quiet. Maybe, if you can get him to let you in, you'd turn out to be everything he needed.

Content Warning: there isn't much smut in this, only fingering and oral (female receiving), fluff (I think)

Author's Note: I was going to put actual smut in this, but honestly with the way I write Levi's character, it didn't seem like it would come natural. I may end up writing a part two for this and develop their relationship more. I hope this is still enjoyable. 🤍

Also: I hate that I loved this and now I hate it. I do that with literally everything. 💀

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It was late. There was a soft pattering against the window of your room as the rain fell from the dark sky that was currently being illuminated by only the soft glow of the moon and stars. You look over at the clock, 12:30am being displayed by the hands when suddenly, you hear a soft knock on the front door.

You get up from your bed, long white nightgown cascading down your legs as you make your way to the door, hard flooring cold beneath your feet.

“Who is it?” You ask as you learn your ear closer to the door, your hand resting lightly on the doorknob. You assumed you knew but it’d be foolish to open the door past midnight without asking.

“Would you be expecting someone else?” You hear the deep, monotone voice you were expecting, and you open the door, giving him a sweet smile, one he doesn’t return, but you know by now to not take it personally.

Levi had been coming to see you for maybe 3 months now. You both first met at a bar in the small town that you had been a waitress at about 6 months ago. He didn’t speak much to you at first. Well, he really didn’t speak much to anyone as he sat there sipping a beer and, if not a beer, tea. His eyes always looked tired, and his presence had always made the other customers turn their heads, whispering amongst themselves.

He had come in late one night, just a while before closing. His eyes seemed more tired than usual, and he was still wearing his uniform even though it was almost 2am. He had taken his normal seat at the bar and you approach him from behind the counter.

“The usual?” You ask, greeting him with the same polite smile as you normally do and he only responds with a nod. You turn, fixing the beer for him before returning to the counter and sitting it in front of him, seeing him run his fingers through his hair with a soft exhale before he grabs the cup.

“Thanks.” He mutters, taking a sip and you give a small nod and smile.

“It’s no problem.. long day?” You say, wondering if you could get a bit of small talk from him. Yet he only responds by saying a dry “yeah.”. You decide not to press him any further, maybe he had a bad day and wanted to be left in peace so you decide to begin wiping down the bar top, clearing some empty cups from previous customers. Normally this was about all the conversation you two had. It went on that way for a couple weeks. He’d come, you’d greet him and serve his drink, and he’d sit quietly. Sometimes he’d watch you make the drinks and other times he’d have a book to read. You couldn’t help but wonder what he’d think about as he sat there. He’d never have anything to say so you assumed maybe he was drowning in his thoughts instead.

“What made you want to work in a shithole like this?” He says and you aren’t quite sure if you were imagining things or if he actually spoke for once, so you place the cups down in the sink, turning back to him.

“Excuse me?”

He sips the beer again, icy glare meeting yours.

“I was asking what made you want to work in a place like this.. it’s a shithole.” He says dryly and you smile a bit at his harsh tone, not taking it personally since he gave off the impression of being the blunt, straightforward type. You continue to wipe down the bar.

“I didn’t have too many options, it is a very small town and I needed money. It can’t be that bad.. you come here.” You reply politely.

“Hm. Guess you’re right.” He hums, finishing his beer before paying and leaving without another word.

Levi would come in almost every night after that. He’d order the same thing but you noticed he’d watch you a bit more often. Not in a creepy way but it’s almost like his eyes would just gravitate to you before he’d catch himself. He started to talk to you more, not much, but he eventually told you his name, you knew he was in the military, a Captain. He’d tell you a bit about the cadets but not much about that either. He'd always keep his sentences fairly short and to the point and he never told you anything about before he’d joined the military but seeing as he wasn’t the most open person in the world, you were okay with it and took whatever he was willing to give you at least you two didn’t have to sit in complete silence anymore when he was the only other person in the bar.

He'd offer to buy you a drink sometimes if no one else was there. He never told you but you knew he just enjoyed your company so every now and then you’d take him up on the offer. Getting a drink and sitting with a seat between you two.

You would tell him stories of your childhood, stories of your parents and pets you had, stories of creepy customers and funny ones as well and he would always listen, he didn’t care how long you spoke. He wouldn’t look at you but you could tell he was listening and would even give a hint of a smile at times. Something you wouldn’t dare point out afraid that he wouldn’t do it anymore.

“You talk a lot.” He’d tell you all the time as you two sit there but really, he loved hearing you talk. Something about it relaxed him, maybe it was your voice or your sweet personality. He had found someone the world didn’t ruin. He even started to tell you goodnight when you’d close up, walking out of the bar with you before you went your separate ways.

*the next night*

You stand behind the bar, mixing different things into a frozen drink, Levi’s eyes watching your movements before you finish, turning towards him.

“Here, taste this.” You say sitting a colorful, icy drink in front of him, a strawberry wedged onto the sugarcoated rim of the glass. He looks at the drink with a bland expression before his eyes move back up to meet yours, an icy blue shimmering in them before he looks at the drink again.

“Pass.” He says dryly looking back at you and you pout slightly, a look of dissatisfaction on your face.

“But it’s good.. You always drink beer or plain black tea. Try something new.”

“I can’t drink it. You didn’t put a straw in it.” He says in a very matter of fact tone, looking at your pouting face that soon goes back to normal as you perk up, moving to grab the straw.

“Oh. Right.” You grab one, opening it and slipping it into the cup.

“Brat.” He mumbles before sipping the drink and you watch him with a hopeful smile. His face doesn’t give you an idea of what he’s thinking but he pulls his lips from the straw.

“It’s too sweet.”

You roll your eyes taking the cup back and putting a new straw in it for yourself, taking a sip.

“You have boring taste buds.” Your comment causes the slightest smirk to run across his lips.

“Maybe.”

After 3 or 4 months of knowing each other, he had finally started coming to your place after the bar closed. He’d linger around while you were cleaning and even after flipping the open sign to closed, he’d stay, offering to help and sometimes helping on his own.

“You know if my boss sees you helping, he’d be pissed. You shouldn’t even been here right now..” You say lightheartedly as he helps to wipe the tables.

“I’m doing him a favor.. whoever else works here can’t clean worth shit.” He says tossing the rag into the bin as you both straighten up, grabbing your things to leave.

You both get outside and typically, you go your separate ways but tonight he offered to walk to home, claiming it was “too dark” even though that never seemed to matter before. You didn’t object though, choosing not to point out that he’d never walked with you before.

You both walk in silence, only hearing the wind softly rustle the leaves on the trees, your footsteps hitting the cement. You both eventually get to the front door of your small, comfortable home and you open the door. Looking at Levi who has his hands in his pants pockets.

“You could come in, if you’d like.. I have tea.” You say before he gets the chance to tell you goodnight. You see a hint of hesitation behind his eyes but he nods softly and you step aside allowing him in.

Ever since then he’d just come to your house, sometimes directly from his, sometimes from the bar.

You two had gotten fairly close.. in a sense that he enjoyed coming to your place. He usually came at night and you came to learn that he suffered from insomnia. With Levi being the way he was, he never admitted you helped him sleep, but the more that time went by, the more you realized he liked to sleep at your place, that's why he liked to come by so late. Sometimes he’d lie next to you, keeping his distance but he’d always sleep so peacefully and he’d wake up looking a little less exhausted than when you first met him.

*back to present time*

You close the door behind him after he steps inside, taking the hood from his head. It’s been a couple days since he’d come by. This wasn’t unusual.. you assumed sometimes he was just very busy or maybe he just didn’t want to come out and it’s not like you two were together, so you didn’t expect anything from him.

“Levi, it’s freezing out there. You didn’t have to come all the way out here so late.. it’s raining..”

He sits in a chair at your table, not speaking but watching the lantern flicker across the room and you walk over to him running your fingers through his hair gently. He flinches a bit before muttering a sorry and leaning into your touch.

“You look exhausted Levi.. have you been sleeping?” He shakes his head no softly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He shakes his head again.

“Okay.. I’ll go make some tea, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You walk across the room to the kitchen, preparing the tea listening to the rainfall against the rooftop. Levi has only recently started to allow small physical contact between you two. The first time he hesitantly locked his pinky with yours as you both lie in the bed together. He claimed it was an accident but it helped him sleep. He started to allow you to caress his hair, but he never initiated anything that was too close.

He was very guarded and you could tell but you understood. He’d obviously been through a lot but you could tell he was trying to let you in, even if only by a little at a time. Sometimes he would more than others but if he felt that he had gotten too comfortable or started speaking too much, He’d bring the teacup to his lips cutting himself off mid-sentence and you knew that was your cue to speak instead.

Your feelings for him only began to grow stronger everytime you met. Sure he was quiet most of the time, guarded, a bit harsh and blunt in his tone but you could tell her had a heart of gold. He was the type to suffer in silence, to deal with his thoughts and pain alone out of fear of becoming a burden to those around him. You would stick around until he believed he wouldn’t have to do that with you.

Levi began to feel the same for you, although it was something he’d likely never admit anytime soon. He found peace in your presence, you helped him sleep even if only for a little while. He listened to you talk because it was the few times his mind could be quiet. He’d come to your place and leave early enough to get back before anyone knew he was gone and he would always leave a note with nothing but the words “thank you.” Written out in beautiful calligraphy and you can’t help but wonder if he’d spent a lot of time perfecting such beautiful penmanship.

You bring him back the tea and he thanks you softly before sipping it. You look at the table at the pile of thank you notes you’d kept.

“You have beautiful handwriting.. I haven’t seen anyone write like that in a long time..”

He’s quiet for a moment and he looks as if he’s debating whether or not he wants to say what he’s thinking. But he puts the cup down looking at the notes before grabbing one. He proceeds to tell you about his life in the underground and how he had spent so much time learning survival he didn’t have much time to spare with learning to read and write. He speaks about how Hange would help him after he’d joined the military and he’d practice on his own to make his handwriting as beautiful and as neat as possible.. why give them something else to talk about when they already expected nothing from him since he came from that hell hole.

You listen to him before taking another look at the notes.

“I appreciate the time and effort you put into learning it. It's very beautiful. Maybe you could teach me sometime.” A small smile runs across his lips, his tired eyes glistening for just a second before he nods softly, neutral expression returning to his beautiful face.

“Maybe.” He begins to drink the tea again and you assume that’s all you’ll be getting out of him tonight but that’s okay, he’s trying and that’s all that matters to you.

You stand, taking the cups after you both finish, taking them to the sink to wash them before you walk back past him, suddenly feeling his hand come out to grab yours lightly. You turn to him, watching his eyes as he caresses your hand, studying it. You reach your other hand up, gently combing your fingers through his dark hair.

“What’s on your mind, Levi?”

“Why don’t you ever stop me from coming over? Every time I’d come into the bar, you sit and talk to me.. even though I hardly spoke back. Why?”

“Because I knew you were always listening..I thought maybe you just wanted someone to talk to and I didn’t mind being the only one talking.”

“Hm.” He hums.

“And I don’t stop you from coming here because I have no reason to, Levi.. believe it or not.. I enjoy your company. We don’t have to talk.”

“You’re a strange one..” He says quietly.

“I’ve been told that before.. Oh! Look.. I brought this home from the bar.. I wanted to eat it together, I hoped you’d come tonight.” You say happily, wanting to lighten to mood a bit and you move to the kitchen again, grabbing a chocolate croissant and bringing it back to the table.

Levi looks at it before you cut it in half, sliding the other half on the napkin to him and he picks it up. He eats it, fairly slow but he does finish it and he looks at you realizing you’re waiting to see if he liked it or not. He looks away from you.

“It’s too sweet.” You look at him and you laugh.

“You liked it, didn’t you!? I remember you said that about the drink in the bar too.. you like sweets.. you ate the whole thing.” He watches you laugh and speak and as much as he doesn’t want to, he smiles.

“Yeah, whatever.” He says softly trying his best to get rid of the uncharacteristic smile on his face.

You both stay up for a while, you tell him about your shift at work. You tell him about the past couple of days, weird customers, creepy customers and he feels himself get a bit jealous that other men try to flirt with you but he hides it well. You both share another pot of tea before getting ready for bed. You lie apart in the bed but you’re turned to face him. He lies on his back with his head turned away from you, looking at the window, moonlight shining through the slightly parted curtains as the rain continues to poor. Your eyes focus on his undercut and his black hair. His hair looked so soft and his haircut was always nice. That’s something you’d always noticed.

Your hand comes up, fingers gently running into his soft black hair and his body stiffens for a moment before he relaxes a bit letting you play in his hair without turning his head but you pull your hand away.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable.”

He speaks without turning his head towards you, “You didn’t. It’s fine.”

You smile softly bringing your hand back up to his hair, caressing the stands softly and he sighs before he turns to look at you, you pull your hand away. When he looks at you, you can just see a hint of longing in his eyes. You’re unsure if it’s intentional or not but you see his hand rise to your face and he caresses your cheek softly causing your face to feel warm. You also notice a light blush on his face. You think it’s so cute but you don’t want anything about it. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable or push him away. It’s taken him all this time to even do this. So you settle with gently bringing your own hand up to cover his own on your cheek.

“You okay?” You ask softly, voice almost being washed out by the hellish rainfall. He only nods in response. The light glowing off his icy blue eyes makes your heart pound a bit.

Levi’s mind was flying all over the place by now. When he looked in your eyes he did see the same look other people gave him. While he knew his comrades cared about him, he wondered if most people really seen him for who he was or did they just see the solider, the captain, “humanity strongest”..

“Your eyes look pretty..” You say softly, not realizing you snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Thank you.”

You both lie there for a while before Levi’s hand moves to grab yours softly bringing it to his chest. His sweet gesture makes you smile softly. He's never initiated this much physical contact and you can tell he’s a little hesitant. He doesn’t know if you’ll push him away and he’s definitely not about to tell you how he feels.. what if as soon as he does, you disappear. He's afraid. He played it off long enough but he admits to himself he can’t anymore. The past few months have created cracks in the wall he had built around himself, his mind, his heart. You were an angel in his eyes. Your presence made his busy, overly talkative mind be quiet, even if for a moment. He slept more if he was next to you. All these thoughts fly through his mind as you both lie there, his hand holding yours.

Levi suddenly moves closer and while something is telling him to stop, to just turn over and sleep; there is another thought in his mind screaming for him to let his wall down.. even if only for a moment. . And so he does.

Levi finds his hand squeezing yours just a bit as his lips gently brush against yours.. just barely touching. His heart falls to his stomach as you both lean in a bit more, lips locking softly. It was so soft it was as if you both were afraid the other would disappear.. would fall apart if you were to eager. You pull apart, his forehead on yours and he takes a shaky breath..

“An angel..” He mutters softly and you smile softly.

“An angel?”

“You are.. you have to be..” He mutters, and you lean in again, kissing him a bit harder. He reciprocates.

You both kiss for a while, slowly and intimately. Emotions filled the room. His hand moved to hold onto your hip, the material of the satin nightgown bunching beneath his hand. Your hand went to the neck, thumb brushing against his jawline softly. He slowly moves his lips from yours to your neck. Leaving behind the softest kisses before he whispers, voice deep and husky.

“Is this okay?” You immediately nod, reassuring him.

“Yes.. I promise I won’t push you away, Levi..”

He nods softly, moving back in to kiss your neck. He moves down your figure. His hand gripping at the fabric of the nightgown as his dragging it up your legs. He moves between your legs, pushing the gown up to your waist seeing the lace panties.

“Still okay?” He asks softly, his breathing a little shaky compared to earlier as he looks at the lace material of the panties.. “please stop me if I’m crossing a line..”

“It’s okay.. I’m okay.. I promise.”

His fingertips lightly move down your stomach to your hips and down to your thighs. You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him settle between your legs.

He plants soft kisses to your thigh slowly moving up and you moan softly at the sensation. The sound only encouraging him to go further. His fingers hook into your panties, pulling the material to the side. His nerves have transformed into feeling of passion.. of wanting to hear what he meant to someone.. of wanting to feel like he was enough. He lies his head on your thigh, his eyes focused on your folds that glisten in the dim lighting of the room before he plants his hand on you in a way that his thumb can brush your clit softly. He drags his thumb down to the hole and back up, smearing your arousal around the sensitive, swollen bud.

“Mm.. Levi..” You moan causing his eyes to look up at you, gauging your expression. He takes his hand back beneath sinking his middle and ring fingers inside. His breath hitching slightly as he feels the warmth of your soaked walls surrounding his fingers he sees your eyebrows furrow slightly, another loan escaping your lips. He leans in, not taking his eyes from yours as his tongue drags along your clit, his fingers pumping slowly.

“Ahh..” You moan, keeping your eyes on his and he sucks you clit softly, his eyes hazy with lust, pleading for your praise as his mouth is buried in your cunt.

“Mmm you’re so good Levi..” You say breathlessly, finger tangled into his soft hair.

He slips his fingers out, dragging his tongue from your leaking hole to your clit slowly lap at you eagerly, making your back arch just slightly, grip tightening on his hair.

“Mmm Levi, so good..” with every praise that comes from your lips he begins to feel like he’s losing his mind. His eyes look like a puppy’s, begging for attention, for love. He continues to lap at your cunt, slurping the saliva that runs downward from his tongue. He sucks on your clit lightly, the tip of his tongue massaging to bud*

“Ahh.. you make me feel so good Levi ..” You moan, chest moving up and down quicker as his mouth brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. He brings his fingers up, backing up just a bit to look at your pussy before he lets spit drip past his lips. The warm trail running south before his fingers push it inside, hearing your pussy squelching around his fingers as his lips go back to your clit.

His movements bring you to your orgasm, liquid gushing, squirting with every movement of his fingers and he lets out a deep groan as he watches, your legs trembling as you moan his name.

He drags his fingers out, cream following which he proceeds to lick up with the tip of his tongue and you sigh.

Levi moves back up kissing you softly. Before you move to your bathroom to get cleaned up. Coming back to him already being fast asleep and you smile. He always needed the smallest things to rest his mind. You caressing his hair, lying next to him, giving him praises.

You crawl back in bed next to him, nuzzling against him before kissing his cheek.

“I love you, Levi..” You whisper softly before you doze off alongside him.

When you wake up, Levi is no longer next to you and the rain had stopped. You sit up, rubbing your eyes seeing a piece of paper on the nightstand by the bed, you expected it to be his “thank you” note and while it was.. it was slightly different this time.

“Please be here when I come back again, my angel. Thank you.”

Thanks for reading! 🤍

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viiamshe · 5 months ago

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Levi Ackerman x Best friend!Reader!with Toxic Parent!ModernaotAU

Warnings: toxic parent, parents divorced

Just got into an argument with my parent and I needed to vent so here you guys go 🙂‍↔️ Levi is the best best friend ever and I needed that last week.

Also very much so unedited LOL

Includes : levi, Hange, Erwin

AOT MODERN AU

Your parents had divorced when you were 17. Your sister was 13. Between graduating high school and helping your sister focus on her own studies you didn’t have time to mourn the loss. The loss was of your family, your mother.

In college is where you met your best friend, Levi. Erwin and Hange soon followed after.

It was two weeks in school. You were buried in quizzes, tests, and essays.

The library was full, and you were sitting at a table with four chairs. Your textbooks had taken over the table.

A few students had walked in and out of the library and you ignored them.

Until a hand slammed on your textbook.

You didn’t look up hoping it was a mistake.

Then the fingers began drilling as if impatient. Finally, a voice interrupted your thoughts, “um excuse me?”

You looked up to come face to face with a girl who resembled that of a typical high school bully.

I thought for sure we’d left that behind, you thought to yourself.

Choosing kindness you responded, “yes?” With a smile.

She began popping her gum, blowing a bubble before she continued, “My friends and I need this table. There’s only one of you, so get up.”

You snorted, unable to take her seriously.

Her eyes narrowed, “Did I say something funny?”

You shook your head, “No sorry I just had something in my throat. I’m sitting here because the one person tables don’t have enough room for my textbooks.” You attempted to explain despite knowing you could have just said no and ignored her.

She stood up fully now, “Well maybe if you weren’t so dumb you wouldn’t need all this space to study.” She rolled her eyes.

You weren’t much of a bully and your own insults didn’t come easy. So, all you could do was stutter, “Uh…”

A new voice joined the convo. “Maybe if you weren’t a high school bully you abominable flamingo then we can all study in peace. Because you know, it is a study hall.” He spoke from behind you.

You turned your head just as the girls gasped. There stood a guy you could recognize from your other classes.

Levi something. The girl attempted to speak but shutting her up again he spoke, “You have an entire life to be an idiot. Why not take the day off?”

This time you couldn’t help but snorting. You caught it as your hand raised as if you were coughing. The girl glared at you but did walk away.

You turned to say thanks, but he was already walking away and towards a table where a blonde guy was sitting and a brown-haired girl. She was wearing glasses and waving dramatically at you.

Hesitantly you waved back. Despite the woman grinning and waving Levi didn’t look back.

You smiled at the memory. The next day, the girl tried to stop you in the hallway. But the girl who you learned was named Hange swooped in and dragged you away ignoring them.

She explained that if you were going to be such a target of bullying it would be smart to stick to them. You were exceptionally grateful. Most of your classes were with all three of them and if not at least one of them.

You were interested in becoming a professor and you soon learned they all were too. Erwin loved history. Hange science. Hilariously enough Levi and you both were interested in Literature.

Which is how you all ended up where you were now.

You and Hange were roommates. Levi lived alone and Erwin with his wife.

Petra Erwin’s wife had been out of town on a girl’s trip. So, you and Hange decided to have them over for an easy dinner.

Easy for Hange seeing as she loved to clean. You took on the cooking role often.

You’d already planned dinner and the beef was marinated ready for you to cook. You were currently picking up your sister as your dad was called into work for a Tech Reserve.

He’d be gone for the week.

You’d been listening to Ann your sister talk about her latest situation. She’d been laid off from her job with no warnings. It was a simple cleaning job she did 3 times a week. It was easy money and someone you all knew. She’d been working there for 3 years. And now at 19 she needed to start over. With a new resume and a new job. It hadn’t been a week since the message that your dad had pushed her to call every business down the street to see if they were hiring.

She currently wanted to work at a cafe, but he said no. Most of his reason based on paranoia alone. You attempted to give suggestions as to why he should let her work where she wanted but to no avail.

As you both arrived you parked the car in your driveway, “I’m going to call him, you can go ahead into the house. Hange is here,” you unlocked the car.

She turned to you uneasily, “if I can’t convince him, I don’t know that you can. And you know how he gets, why you moved out in the first place.”

You shook your head, “it doesn’t matter, I don’t live there anymore. He can't hurt me anymore. Besides, he must see reason.”

You both knew that wasn’t the case.

He was a great dad, he provided for all your needs and in days where you were short on money. He was there. Days you needed air in your tire, needed to borrow bug spray he was there.

But after the divorce, your father began comparing you to your cheating mother.

As a teenager you were still reeling from your own mother’s betrayal not just because she cheated… but also because she abandoned you and your sister. You wished so desperately for an escape. So, the first mention of needing a roommate from Hange you began working hard. Putting your affairs in order and saving money. When you turned 21 with your first teaching position you were out.

The first few months were blissful. No more comparing. No more sly comments, no more backhanded compliments. Or ordering around. Or doing things the way only HE wanted.

Apart of you felt sorry for leaving your own sister behind, but you had the tiniest inkling she’d be fine. Considering she was the favorite child. No matter how much she or he tried to deny it. It was all in the way he listened to her, or heard her out, didn't interrupt her, and even treated her like an adult. There were no backhanded compliments or talking about her in front of others.

Ann shrugged, before taking her bag and jumping out of the car. You watched her walk up to your front door before you opened your phone.

There were a few messages from the groupchat. Erwin saying he'd arrived. Hange letting you know she'd taken the meat out of the freezer. Levi texting you and the chat he was on the way with dessert and drink.

Knowing you were attempting to distract yourself from your task you opened the phone app. You took a deep breath, sliding to the contact that read 'Dadmight' and hit dial.

As he answered, you greeted one another as usual. The formalities were out of the way. Then he asked what was up.

Shakily you spoke, “Dad, I know you’re her parent and you have a right to give her suggestions. But don’t you think Ann should work where she wants to work? I mean at the end of the day, you may help her with her resume, and teach her how to do an interview but wherever she gets accepted she’ll have to do the job on her own. You won’t be able to help her or give suggestions. So she might as well,-“ he cut you off. You instantly could tell he was upset.

“No. Hush your mouth,” he began his own spill. You zoned out barely hearing his words. But recognizing a few.

Disrespectful. On your own. Relationship. Stay out of it. So many words ran together and just like when you were younger you keep your face blank. Your body moved out autopilot as you opened the car door. The anger in his voice was always the same. However cool night breeze instantly woke you. reminding you of your intentions.

“Hello? Did you hear me? I said-“ he began again repeating everything. You listened this time. As he accused you of trying to destroy his relationship with Ann. As he said your tone was disrespectful and how just because you moved out you didn’t get to talk to him that way.

“I’m not trying to attack you,” you cut in attempting to diffuse the situation.

“Be quiet! I’m not done, don’t interrupt me when I’m talking to you,” you attempted to not zone. Because of this a lump in your throat formed. As you fought to keep from blanking out every little word felt like an arrow hitting your body.

He was silent now.

“Okay dad, I’ll talk to you later. Bye,” you hung up the phone. Before you could start sobbing.

Apart of you angry at his disrespect but also angry at yourself. You didn’t live with him anymore. He couldn’t punish you or burst in your room and demand a conversation. You were on your own. In your own space that you built with Hange.

And he still affected you.

None of these thoughts helped you. Within in seconds, you started crying. Your tears kept coming without cause. You ripped your glasses off and through blurry eyes you swiped on your phone again and pressed on a new contact.

The phone rang and rang and rang. Until finally someone picked up.

You heard a familiar but weak voice. "Hello?"

"Mom?" You asked albeit a little confused. Your voice was clear but barely.

She sniffed clearing her throat, before answering you, "Yes? What's wrong?"

You cleared your throat enough to ask, "Are you crying? What's wrong?"

She began protesting, "No no I'm okay, what's up?"

You shook your head, "No you're crying!" You lost it again the tears spilling over, "we can't both be crying," the tears fell even harder. Your head aching at the sudden onslaught of tears.

Your mom sniffled again, "I'm sorry. Me and your aunt just got into it. What's wrong with you?" You could tell she wasn't in her right mind.

Still, you answered her question as she had yours, "Dad and I just got into it. But I'll just call you later, okay? Feel better," you mumbled as she agreed and said love you.

The conversation ended and you were not feeling any better. In fact, you were feeling worse. You took your glasses to your shirt, attempting to wipe the stain of tears off, before focusing on the cold tears on your face.

You didn’t notice a car had parked on your street. Or that Levi was walking towards you.

He didn’t seem to see your face, “I got that disgusting wine you like so much,” he raised the bottle as you attempted to wipe your tears. But they kept coming.

He stopped as he finally got a look at you.

“Are you crying?” He was close now, “Who were you talking to on that phone call?”

Phone call? Christ did he hear me? Panic hit you as you started laughing uneasily, “sorry the moon is just so pretty tonight,” you pointed up only to come face to face with clouds that were covering the moon. From the looks of it, the moon had been covered for awhile.

Levi’s expression turned deadpanned. As if he were saying, really?

“Sorry,” you wiped the tears that had finally stopping coming, “dad and I just got into it. More like he laid into me,” you rolled your eyes.

You turned to your car, grabbing your own backpack from the back seat.

As you locked the door and began walking, he was in step with you. “You mean that heated voice was your dad?” His voice soured as if he couldn’t believe it.

You sighed, “Yeah. Well just now it was my mom. Before that it was my dad, I don’t think you’ve ever met him yet. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes,” you turned to him now, “are my eyes red and can you tell I’ve been crying?” You asked hurriedly.

He paused. His eyes scanning your face. Before he could answer you assumed he was trying to find an easy way to say yes. Or a funny way knowing him.

“I knew it,” you turned your bag attempting to find a tissue, but he stopped you.

“No sorry, I was just admiring your beauty.” He spoke as if it were obvious.

You paused not expecting his direct words. Or the honesty. Before you could say anything else, he opened the door and walked in.

You could feel your cheeks warm but ignoring them you followed him shutting the door. You hung your backpack on the hooks where other purses and bags laid. You slipped your shoes off and your sweatshirt, leaving you in a pair of overalls and a frilly shirt. Sitting on the couch was your sister, Erwin and you assumed Hange was making drinks.

Your sister made a beeline for Levi pulling him an unwillingly hug. He humored her. And funny enough only her.

“Hey brat,” he pulled away from her.

You greeted Hange and Erwin and they smiled.

You grabbed the wine from his hand and headed straight for the kitchen. He followed behind you with your sister in tow.

She was sitting on the bar stools as you began washing your hands. You could tell she wanted to know how the phone call went.

Ann wouldn't be Ann if she didn't just say what was on her mind. And that she did.

"So, how'd it go?" She asked before popping a can of soda.

You'd already dried your hands and were rinsing out a glass of wine. Hange opened your 'disgusting wine' as Levi dubbed and was already pouring you a glass as you pulled out the beef you marinated just this morning.

You rolled your eyes, "How do you think it went?" You were annoyed, "then I tried to call mom and she was crying too! I told her we can't both be crying," you plugged in the rice cooker to prepare for the rice you were about to wash.

Ann snickered, "Not you both crying. What was up with her?"

You washed the rice in front of her at the sink now. "She said she got into it with her sister. I told her dad and I got into it and then I told her to get some rest. We hung up after that," you poured the rice out as your sister nodded.

Hange cut in with a glass of something, "I'm sorry did I just hear you say you got into it with your dad? I thought you left that behind," she leaned against the counter as you turned the stove on, throwing garlic with sesame oil in the pan.

You chuckled unamusedly, "Heh, yeah. See I did until he started being unreasonable towards Ann." You gestured now opening the pantry. You pulled the flour free so you could start on the Kimchi pancakes.

Erwin now joined all of you in the kitchen as Levi rolled his sleeves up preparing to clean up after you. You were too busy cooking and sipping to notice the small bit of trash you left behind. To Levi this was okay because it gave him something to do with his hands while you cooked for them.

Erwin set his beer on the bar pulling himself into the seat next to Anna, "How is he being unreasonable this time?" He asked curiously.

It had slipped your mind the last time your father truly got on your nerves you called Erwin. He brought you lunch at the day care you were interning at and listened to your agitated words. You were 19 at the time and your father had taken your car and your phone... all to make a point. You knew this to be the case because a few days later he'd given both items back. Erwin convinced you right then in there to NOT move out at 19 with only your recent check to your name. However, he offered his place as a refuge in case you ever needed it.

Thankfully, you had been able to hold out for a few more years.

Levi was surprised to hear Erwin's choice of words too. You'd chosen to keep Levi out of this part of your life, due to the fear that he and your father would become enemies. Of course, Levi never knew this.

As you remembered this, you came back from your thoughts to Ann explaining the situation. The others listened as she expressed her opinion on the situation. You poured the broccoli into a pan on the back of the stove, readying the sauce so it would steam just right.

"Do you want to tell us how the convo went?" Ann asked apart of curious but also cautious... between the two of you she was less likely to talk family business. You however had no qualms in this regard.

You mixed the Kimchi into the flour before setting the bowl in front of Ann. She pouted but got to work, as you leaned back and sipped.

"Yeah, so you know when I get excited sometimes I yell," you explained first.

Hange snickered, "Yell is an understatement. She was telling me about her latest enemies to lovers’ book in the car and I thought I lost my hearing."

You blushed deeply, your facial expression showing embarrassment, "Thank you Hange for proving the point that everyone else knows, I'm sure. Moving on," you stirred the broccoli before leaning against a counter again.

"So, I'm not sure if I was yelling or if it was my tone."

Ann cut in, "your tone can sometimes come across crazy."

You ignored her and kept talking, "I basically told him that even though he's Ann's parent he can help her or give her suggestions, but at the end of the day she's going to be the one doing the work. We all know whether you admit it or not you or a lazy person," you paused looking to Ann who was now flipping the first kimchi pancake.

"I am."

You bit a chuckle, "So I told him wouldn’t it make more sense if you let her work where she wants to work... so then she'll actually want to work and then later she can move up." You took a deep breath pausing for a moment to put the beef on the hot stove.

Hange was impatient. "So, what'd he say this time?"

You rolled your eyes, "First while I was talking, he told me to shut up and hush up and of course I laughed. Then he went into this spill about how I disrespect him and how I shouldn't talk to him in that tone. He said that just because I've moved out doesn't mean I can ruin his and Ann's relationship and that I needed to stay out of it," you were frustrated now.

The cup you were holding had been set down now and you were gripping the counter in anger, "Ugh I mean what makes him think I'm going to want to respect him if he treats me like that. I feel like every time we argue he treats me like dirt. Whether or not that's his intention that's how I feel," you turned to Hange now, "and this whole thing just made me truly realize why I dislike conversation about conflict or telling you how I feel. Any time I talked to him or try to tell him my point of view it turns into him thinking I'm attacking him or trying to take away his 'deserved' respect as a father. And then I shut down as you know Ann and so after the whole conversation and he finally went quiet I was just like, 'okay dad, I'll see you later,' and I just hung up. Then I was crying... not because of what he said or anything but because I was frustrated with myself for allowing him to still get to me." You couldn't look anyone in the eye as your felt your own frustration dissipate.

Hange was the first to speak up, "I'm sorry. I understand where you're coming from. Maybe with time he'll see our point of view. I feel like every time you mention him I want to like punch him in the face. Your dad is an interesting person, that's for sure."

You covered your mouth in shock before laughing at her statement. You then flipped the beef over in the pan as your laughed turned into a snicker.

Levi spoke up next surprising you, "What do you mean you 'shut down?'" His face didn't give away what he was thinking. Apart of you felt grateful worried he would think you were overreacting.

You were unsure if you wanted Levi to know this other side of you. The side your father only brought out. Interrupting your thought Ann however replied.

"She does this thing where her face goes blank. I feel like it's to protect herself from what he's saying. It's almost like she's disassociating, which is not good by the way. You need a therapist," your sister pointed out as she always did.

You couldn't help but snort, "So do you. But at the end of the day dad has taught me something," you leaned against the counter now allowing the chicken to cook on the stove.

"What's that?" Erwin curiously asked.

You grinned, "Not to marry anyone like him. Ann already knows if my future boyfriend acts anything like our dad, to hit me over the head."

Hange snickered, "Has she had to hit you over the head yet?"

Somehow knowing you wouldn't answer truthfully Ann chuckled, "I've hit her over the head for a few guys with red flags but none thankfully as bad as Dad."

Levi folded his arms, "Who have you dated?"

You kept silent, but Ann however did not care for your embarrassment.

She began cackling. "Oh you never told them did you?" You covered your face, "It was Chad! Remember him, right?" Ann smirked turning to the others.

Erwin began shaking his head, "I had to step in for Chad. That was truly one of your darkest moments (name). Gotta say I was a tiny bit disappointed."

You rolled your eyes, "Okay Erwin we get it. I have horrible taste in men."

Hange shook her head, "Not just horrible. Chad was like downright disgusting y/n! What did he do? Bat his eyelashes?"

You cringed. "What?? Nooo!" You didn't appear to be convincing.

Levi sighed. "Chad as in the college dropout Chad? The Chad who got kicked out of school our senior year?" Even he had the ability to look disappointed.

You turned away from everyone, "It's not my fault, I took his flirting seriously! I've never been flirt with," you gestured to yourself as if that would help your situation by any means.

Hange closed her eyes and softly shook her head. "Okay y/n you're right. We're sorry, although please tell me Chad was the only one," she turned to Ann who didn't appear to be in your favor.

Interrupting the stories that were soon to follow you spoke up, "Alright who's hungry?"

You were thankful for the short distraction. However, you were not expecting to catch the eyes of Levi. A curious look in his eyes.

Levi didn’t have parents. His mother died when he was young and he never met his father.

After that his uncle raised him until he was old enough to do something with his life. His Uncle Kenny was never much of a father.

Apart of him wondered what his life would have been like if he had his mother to raise him. Or if Kenny had stuck around to actually raise him properly.

Alas he would never know and now that he’s older he wonders if his thoughts and feelings on his parents would have changed.. if they were still alive. He was sure you still loved your parents because he knew just as well as anyone else a simple argument would never change that. However, a part of him began wondering if parent relationships were as black and white as he thought.

And how many times have you had to deal with your father in this way. How many times had he not been here to hear what was bothering you and understand what made you cry and why.

You approached Levi noticing him now deep in thought. The others had plates and were entertaining one another with a movie. You could hear the familiar Kung Fu Panda 2 intro.

"Hey, here's your plate," you whispered setting in front of him.

He looked up shock briefly taking over him, "Oh thanks."

You nodded watching him for a moment. It appeared he had something to say, so you gave him a moment. Your plate was sitting in front of you, and you took a sip of the 'disgusting' (deliciously sweet) wine.

Levi picked up his fork pausing for a second, "So how often do you and your father get in arguments?"

You stared at him attempting to gauge his thoughts. Like always he gave nothing away.

You shook your head hoping to be as convincing as you could and answered, "Not often."

He set his fork down, his eyes staring holes into your own, "Please do not lie to me."

You sighed turning away from him as your felt your throat weaken. Of course you had to be emotional.

Taking a few seconds, you turned back to him. "These days? Maybe once a month. Being out of the house has made it easier on our relationship. He still has opinions on things which is what we end up arguing over most of time," you rolled your eyes, moving the food on your plate around.

Levi nodded slowly, "How long has it been going on?"

You closed your eyes at his question... it had been nearly 4 years ago and still you remember every detail as if it was yesterday... maybe I really do need a therapist. Ann would gloat at you agreeing with her words.

You opened your eyes to see Levi looking at you with nothing but patience, so you spoke.

"Well, I was 17 and anna was 13 when mom left us. She cheated on my dad, they got a divorce and she and left anna and I for a year. She went zero contact, and we had no idea if she was dead or alive, what she was doing, and where she was. During that time, our dad was dealing with the divorce in a not so healthy way. He took it out on us, not super bad but sometimes he would compare me to mom. He said I would turn out just like her and he spent many nights talking to Ann and I about the way mom treated him and about how she had abandoned us. Ann hated mom for a long time because of this. Of course, we did our best to help him... and then he took up drinking. He was never physical, just very cruel with his words. One day... I got tired of him treating us like his therapists and from then on Ann became his favorite child."

Your story like past came to an end and you took the first bite of your meal as Levi took in your story. You could see his hands tense and his jaw locked.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he looked up now staring you in your eyes, "Y/n what was Erwin talking about? When he said he had to step in."

Your eyes flashed in embarrassment, "Oh yeah that. Dad got upset because Ann took up for me over something stupid and he laid into her. I mean he was telling her to shut up and I snapped. I told him he couldn't talk to her like that, how he had the issue with me and not to take it out on her. I was 19 and he took my car away and he shut down my phone," you chuckled at the memory, "and that punishment didn't last but 3 days because I was working full time and he didn't want to have to drive me to work every day. I remember being so pissed off because after all of that... he pouted like a child for days, ignoring me until I apologized." You shook your head, your anger surfacing for a second.

"Sometimes he makes me so angry," You whispered as if ashamed, "and there were some days where I hated him so much. I couldn't even look at him and say 'I love you' back.... because I wasn't sure if I did."

You felt a hand rest on yours, but you couldn't bear to look at him because the nights previous tears were begging to be shed.

For the first time ever, you heard Levi apologize. Not because of something he did... but instead on behalf of your father. You shook your head, "Levi please... Don't apologize for something you haven't done. I'd ask him to apologize but he's too arrogant to think he's at fault. It's just something I'll have to live with," you turned your hand, both of your palms facing one another.

He gripped your hand tight. "Well, you won't have to alone, that's for sure." He squeezed your hand in his, the pressure assuring you of his words, "And for the record, I'm more apologizing for the fact I wasn't there." He lifted your hand to his chest as if holding it there would help him more.

You rolled your eyes attempting to fight off a smile, "It's not your fault again, I purposefully kept you out of the loop, so the first time you met him would be a neutral conversation for you."

"Too late for that." His lips barely lifted into a smirk, "Let's just hope your old man respects you otherwise we'll have a problem."

You sighed, shaking your head, "Of course we will."

You stood from the bar stool, prepared to put your plate away, but as always Levi took over. Without a word his eyes telling you to stay exactly where you were.

Afterall... cleaning was his domain, and you did really like to watch him clean.

Extra;

*kung fu panda 2 playing in the background*

*Hange, Erwin, and Ann were sitting on the couch halfway paying attention to it*

Hange: Ten bucks they're dating in the morning.

Erwin: Make it 15 and it's a deal.

Ann: Make it 50 and you're both on.

Levi: I do really like you but also if we confirm the dating rumors your sister gets some extra cash... which works for us both...

Y/N: Sooo are you doing this for the cash? Or because you like me?

Levi: Like is actually the biggest understatement... I love you.

Y/N: shut uppp

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