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Fifteen, what an age to be alive. (Dad!Levi)

Summary: Steal your father’s car! What could go wrong? Author note: Since the Marley world seemed to be around the 30s-40s, I’ll set this idea in a world that looks like the mid-50s.This is POST WAR. Warnings: Cursing ‘cause Levi, obv. And slightly mention of a group taking advantage of a girl, nothing really happens and there’s no graphic description at all. Word count: 3.9k Pairing: Dad! Levi x Mom! Reader

His hands gripped the big round wheel of the car as his eyes scanned the dark night with a nervous smile, quickly turning into clenched teeth. His attention shifted to the passenger seat, soft as if it was a scene from one of the horror pictures he saw at the drive-in.

A light blond girl lay unconscious, her head resting against the door, appearing lifeless. She wore a typical sleeveless red button-up shirt and very short white shorts, with white socks crumpled down to double-coloured loafers. Her hair was still in a ponytail, exposing her face completely. It was August, plain summer break, and he knew that most of his classmates wore shorts or even swimsuits at the pool or beach. But somehow, her exposure made him blush and feel ashamed, as if even staring felt wrong.

Turning to the back seat of the car, he picked up his letterman jacket and placed it on top of her, covering her as much as possible. It looked big on her, and somehow, Adrien blessed every deity mentioned; he probably was inheriting his father’s uncle’s height and not his father’s, a fact becoming rather obvious every day, as he was only 15 and already almost 1.80m.

“Calm down, Adie… you got this,” he whispered to himself, “I’ve no idea what I’m going to do but I got it.”

How did he get into this situation? It was supposed to be a silly night out; one of his friends invited him to a party of the seniors who were graduating from high school that year. What was the issue if he was just a freshman? Fifteen, eighteen, it’s the same! Plus, it was some party at some old forgotten building, half destroyed during the rumbling around ten years ago, in the middle of nowhere. Nothing wrong with that.

Yes, perhaps he stole his father’s keys and car. Yes, perhaps he lied about sleeping in his room. Yes, maybe he stole a bit (a lot) of money from his parents. “I mean… deep down, it’s my father’s fault for not allowing me to come legally,” Adrien argued with his own reflection in the car’s mirror.

But everything went downhill when he saw a group of guys dragging a girl who was clearly not feeling well and decided to step in. Now, here he was, the party had turned into a mess as the fight happened, he got kicked out with an unconscious girl, and who knew what they had given her. He hit his forehead against the wheel as time slipped through his fingers; he was supposed to be back home already.

“Fucking shit! Who told me to step in!” he cursed under his breath. Deep down, he knew stepping up for what he had been told was horrendously wrong, knowing he had the strength to fight those assholes back. ‘The curse of being a fucking Ackerman, man,’ he thought.

He had done the right thing, at least one right thing during the entire night, but now he had to face the consequences. Muffled cries mixed with distressed groans filled the car, “My father is going to kill me!”

His forehead kept hitting the wheel repeatedly as if that would knock some common sense into him or perhaps give him a concussion and fake that he had been kidnapped or something. Surrounded by trees in a dead-end road, it wasn’t even paved. Only the footprints of multiple cars to follow back to civilization. The distressed teen didn’t even know where he was; his older friend had guided him there and left with his girlfriend at some point of the party.

Slowly raising his head up again to admire the endless kilometres of dim nothing, contemplating his options, seizing his courage. “Come on, Adie. Be a man, be a man!”

The trees’ branches creaked in the middle of the night, the car slightly swayed under the strong summer wind. “I want my mommy,” he muttered.

Hand on the wheel and turning on the car, one step at a time, he took a deep breath and then decided to go out on the road again. Forgotten somewhere, his father’s car’s papers and driver’s license. In them it read “Levi Ackerman.”

Each branch from the forest that scraped the car was a personal pain, praying to any god’s existence that it didn’t scratch it. Of course, his father had filled up the tank, obviously he had. Levi was like that, always cautious. Adrien did a personal wish his father had a map stored in the glove compartment, but obviously, he didn’t. After all, Levi knew the streets of the city like the back of his hand. He drove a lot, especially since his legs weren’t what they used to be anymore. Perhaps he didn’t need any support for walking any longer, but walking long distances wasn’t in Levi’s plans anymore.

“Perhaps I can… drive to the hospital, leave her, and like run away,” he contemplated, before groaning loudly, “No, I can’t do that. God, I’m dead.”

‘I could have walked away, but no, Mr. Adrien Ackerman has to be a hero. Mr. Ackerman has to do the right thing.’

Adrien had driven twice in his life; this one was the second. The first was a few years ago when his father sat him down on his lap and let him do it for a little bit. He was happy he hadn’t encountered much traffic and only had to drive ahead because he wasn’t completely sure yet what the third pedal was for.

“I got it, do not worry,” he said, trying to sound reassuring to the unmoving girl on his right. Adrien’s grey eyes checked on her from time to time, but she seemed deeply asleep, or so he hoped. “I’ll get to the hospital in no time, and you’ll be alright,” he promised.

His smile created a couple of dimples on each side of his face, but it quickly faded as fear kicked in. “And if you’re not alright, do not worry. I’ll throw myself off a bridge, and we can be not alright together,” he kept joking as if, by some miracle, the girl would reply.

He didn’t even know her name, and somehow, that made him feel even guiltier. As civilization began to appear and the sky began to lighten up, he lost hope of not dying at the hands of his own progenitor, but he was also hopeful that at least he was getting somewhere without crashing. The sun hadn’t shown up yet, but the deep blue of the sky had a particular glow to it that made it imminent.

The streets were deserted, and rightfully so; it was the middle of the night on a Monday. Adrien tried to park the car as best as he could, finally reaching the only hospital he somehow remembered the route to. Rushing to the other door, he carefully picked her up.

When he crossed the doors of the main hospital, which was almost empty at those hours, the doctors on duty quickly took her in, some searching for identifications inside her clothes. The police officer at the front gates forbade him from leaving the place.

“Alright, please hand me your ID,” the front gate secretary asked after informing him that the girl was out of danger, but she would have to stay for monitoring. Adrien’s suspicious silence made the woman raise her eyes from the form she was filling out to look at him. “You know that carrying IDs is obligatory, right?”

“Yes, madam…” He felt his palm sweating as he feared being taken to the police station.

“How old are you?”

Her voice sounded calm but tired as she quickly understood the issue, “… eighteen.”

With a loud sigh, she took off her cat-eye red glasses and then slowly blinked back at him. “Look kid, I’ve been on night watch for three days straight. I’ve no energy to deal with this.”

Adrien’s eyes remained glued to the floor, feeling small despite his stature. “… fifteen,” he admitted reluctantly.

Her unpleasant groans echoed in the empty walls that reeked of disinfectant. He slowly turned to the gates, and the security guys began to chuckle as they drank coffee. Feeling the need to clarify, he said, “I swear it wasn’t me who hurt her.”

“Kid, people who drug girls don’t carry them to hospitals,” she replied disinterestedly, pouring the information into the typewriter, the typing echoing in the place. Finally, she picked up a post-it with a pencil and raised it to the top of the reception table. “Your parents’ contact number, please.”

Her eyes quickly moved to him and then back to her writing as he hesitated to fill out the paper. “You know I’ve done nothing; can’t I just go?” Adrien insisted, trying to escape the situation.

“Kid, you’re breaking national curfew and walking around without identification. A responsible adult must come and sign for you to leave; otherwise, you’ll live here until you turn 18.”

“Could you at least wait until 9 am to call my mother’s work number?” He smiled awkwardly, trying to find a way to avoid his father’s rage. The secretary looked up at the clock; it wasn’t even 5 am and then back to him, deadly. Unpleasant complaining groans echoed as he reluctantly wrote his house’s telephone number. “Sorry.”

Sat down at one of those uncomfortable waiting room’s seats with a latte and chocolate donut he brought at the cafeteria, he waited as someone waits to be hanged. The doctors and nurses moved here and there attending to the few people that came in with emergencies. Until the secretary walked by and said, “Your father picked up the phone; he said that getting the car and coming this way.”

Adrien’s grey eyes quickly turned in fear to check out of the window, grimacing uneasily as he admired the family’s car parked outside. “Great…”

The longer it took, the more Adrien knew he was in trouble. Pressing his eyes closed and clenching his jaw, as if he could already feel the kick in his ass. Despite the nerves, his head bobbed forward as he fell asleep, and the tug of falling forward snapped him back awake. At some point, he rested his head on the joined seat and fell asleep, mouth open.

The front gates snapping open woke him up, and he wished to make himself smaller so he could hide behind the back of the seats. But as he turned backwards, Levi was at the front desk talking to the secretary and security guards. His dark hair was a mess, and it seemed like he had just put on some shoes and a shirt because he still had the pyjama pants on. Outside, the cap that his father had probably been forced to take there.

As the secretary picked up the forms for him to fill, his father quickly raised his grey eyes to shoot him across the room the deadliest glance he had yet to witness. ‘Goodbye everybody, it was nice knowing you.’

Avoiding facing death, Adrien remained seated, giving his back, but he quickly heard the footsteps of his father, characterized by the slight hobble he had after the war. With his presence looming, he looked down at Adrien, who slowly raised his attention up.

Smiling innocently, “Hi, dad.”

Levi didn’t smile back; quite the opposite, he frowned even more and extended his right hand that was missing two fingers. “My fucking keys.”

The teen searched for them inside his jeans and quietly handed them over with puppy eyes. Levi snapped them, but his hand didn’t withdraw. “And my damn money.” Repeating the same action but with the bills, Levi grabbed them and began to count. “And the rest?”

Adrien mumbled some incoherent groans as he refused to make eye contact. “Tch,” Levi clicked his tongue and gripped his shirt neck, raising him from his seat, pushing him to the exit. “Get in the fucking car.”

The walk of shame only accentuated as his father’s angry tone didn’t match the polite one he used to greet the secretary and guards on his way out. He cowered in the passenger seat, trying to make himself a tiny ball as Levi slammed the door shut. Loud sighs that didn’t withdraw the deep frown before he turned on the car again.

“You’re so fucking wrong if you think I’ll stand this type of behaviour; I’m telling you,” Levi spat the words as he drove back home. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Adrien!” Levi insisted as the kid didn’t even reply, looking to his right as he waited at a red light. “You don’t want to talk? Fine, fucking ungrateful brat. You know how fucking worried your mother was when we received a call from the shitty hospital? Eh?”

“The drive-in the other day, the supposed hang out at your friend’s house that you were never fucking there, and now this. Are you fucking proud?” the ex-captain of the scouts kept going as his eyes were glued to the road despite only one of them working anymore. “You’re grounded, you’re so fucking grounded that I’ll fucking die, and you’ll have to get a damn Ouija board to contact me to see if you can go out to buy groceries.”

The teen just silently rolled his eyes as the long list of unhappiness of his father about his behaviour couldn’t care less. “Don’t you dare to roll your eyes on me, brat. You heard me? Drop that fucking attitude.” Somehow his father always seemed to have eyes everywhere. “Happy now? You ruined your entire summer break; beg all you want later on. You’re not leaving the house.”

“As if you’d let me go out anyway,” Adrien murmured mockingly under his breath.

“What?” Levi demanded. “If you’re going to have the guts to steal MY car, MY money, and break MY orders, then grow the guts to speak the fuck up.”

“That you never let me go anywhere!” Adrien shouted back angrily.

“For what? To go to this damn party in the middle of nowhere to hang out with fucking rapists and get

shit-faced?” Levi argued back. “You think I was born yesterday? I know exactly which places I don’t want you to get involved with. You think you’ve everything figured out, but that’s not it, Adrien! You’re 14! Fourteen!”

“I’m fifteen!”

“You turned fifteen two weeks ago, for fuck’s sake!” Levi shouted, slightly turning to his right before focusing back on the road. “I’m telling you, better fix your attitude or this is not going to end well. You may be getting big and feel cocky, but you won’t play smart-ass with me. You can grow up to be as tall as the fucking Colossal Titan, and yet you would do whatever the fuck I tell you!”

“I did the right thing! I stood up for her; I’m not stupid enough to do whatever my classmates do. Why can’t you see that?!” Adrien complained as they reached the front of the house, and Levi stopped the car.

“’Cause you were stupid enough to steal my car even when you don’t know how to fucking drive!” Levi complained as he got out of the car, walking to the front door. He kept going with the lecture but lower as he didn’t want to wake up the neighbours. “You don’t like it? Choose another father in your next life; in this one, it’s me, and I’m not going to let my teenage kid not give a fuck about the decisions I take. I’ve gone through too much shit for a fucking brat to tell me what I believe is the best for them.”

They both walked in, and Levi locked the door behind them. The room was still dim for the early hours, and their dog greeted them enthusiastically. The keys dropping at the front plate echoed loudly, and the tuxedo cat of the family finally appeared to rub himself against the legs of the teen, who quietly picked him up. Y/N quickly rushed to check on her kid.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did they hurt you somewhere?” She seemed clearly agitated, and Adrien remained with his eyes glued to the floor.

“No, mom,” he murmured, downcast. “I’m fine.”

“Oi, to your damn room,” Levi quickly ordered. “and clean it up; I won’t say it again.”

The kid left, cursing under his breath as he went upstairs and slammed the front door shut.

“What happened?” she asked Levi, who was preparing himself a tea to calm down, enveloping herself in a negligee.

“What happened? That kid is driving me nuts, that’s what’s happening,”

Y/N sighed loudly, positioning herself behind her husband and running her hands through his arms, seeking to provide some comfort. She then switched to hugging him from behind. “He’s going through a phase… his new classmates are mostly kids who survived the rumbling, and some of them aren’t the best influence. He just wants to fit in, you know how important that is at his age.”

“Tch,” Levi kept facing the countertop, murmuring as the anger didn’t quickly wash away. But eventually, he closed his eyes and sighed loudly as the adrenaline slowed down. “The audacity of that kid, where the hell does he get it?”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle against his back, “MH, I wonder,” she said sarcastically. “If they were still around, perhaps we could have asked some senior MPs… perhaps they could enlighten us on how you were as a teen,”

“I wasn’t like that,” Levi softly replied, almost ashamed of the point out.

“No haha you were worse,” Y/N was entertained as she kissed his shoulder blades tenderly. “Or do I have to remind you how you made me sneak out to meet you after curfew?”

“That’s different…”

Forcing him to turn around to place a kiss on his scar as she caressed his face softly, “He’s your kid,” she murmured against his lips. “He hates to be told what to do and has the strength to know he can get out of almost any situation. Asking him to be submissive is like asking him not to be an Ackerman; he got it in his genes,”

Levi just groaned, accepting the caress, her loving his face as if he was brand new and the residues of the war had never happened.

Days passed by, and while the mood in the house was slowly returning to calmness, the punishment still stood, and Adrien was reading in his bedroom, suffering the heat of summer without being able to go out with his friends. He couldn’t even play his record player because if in normal cases his father tolerated him to play his favourite bands loudly, now he was almost cursed to quietness. Levi didn’t seem to be very fond of Rock; perhaps Paradise music was too behind, and the period of adaptation was lacking. It sounded like loud noise to him.

A quiet knock at the front door was heard, mostly because the dog that was resting beside him in his bed raised hastily and rushed downstairs. The noise was almost imperceptible as his father was vacuuming the living room’s carpet while his mother prepared dinner. Adrien was about to raise himself from his bed and open the door himself, but the overwhelmingly loud noise of the vacuum stopped, so he guessed his father was on it.

Levi opened the front door without checking; he had faced so many adversities in life that he hardly doubted that anyone who rang his bell at 6 pm on a Thursday in their quiet family neighbourhood was a threat. “Yes?” he crossed his arms as he admired the young girl at the front gates. She was wearing the usual outfit of the time, white and brown loafers, crumpled low white socks, an inflated pastel yellow skirt that was tightly around her waist with a white blouse. The matching light cardigan was hanging from her shoulders, but she didn’t seem to put it on, another thing that Levi thought was some stupid new fashion trend from teens. That and his son’s imperious necessity to fold the sleeves of his t-shirts. High ponytail and blushed cheeks.

“Good evening, Mr. Ackerman,” The girl greeted him with kindness and politeness.

“Hello,” Levi replied, almost uninterested, his usual unfriendly nature not withdrawn even after years of not being on service.

“I was wondering if Adrien is at home,” she asked, and Levi wished he could roll his eyes at how almost immediately the girl blushed at the mention of his son’s name. “I’m the girl from the other night; I wanted to thank him…” seeing Levi’s slight frown at the memory of that early morning, she nervously added, “And you, of course, for what he did for me,” The young girl handed a package that was easily deduced to be a cake.

“He’s grounded,” Levi quickly replied. “And you don’t need to thank him; he did the only right thing to do. I don’t raise abusers,”

“Oh…” the disappointment in her voice was palpable, “Well, but please at least take the cake? For all the inconvenience,”

“No, kid, it’s alright-”

“Hi, sweetie! Adrien will be down in a minute!” Y/N popped behind Levi, slightly pushing him to the side and smiling softly at the girl. “Do you want to wait inside?”

Levi looked at his wife, confused and slightly offended by how quickly she overstepped him in the conversation.

“Ah, no, it’s alright; I don’t want to be a bother-”

Adrien appeared behind his parents, wondering what the whole issue was, and his mother quickly pushed him forward. “There he is!” She added while tugging Levi back inside. “Let’s give him some space,” she whispered to her husband, who was refusing to move.

“Oi,” Levi complained as he was forced back inside.

Both parents faking to be doing something in the living room to not be seen; Levi wasn’t spying, but his wife was. “She’s so cute,” she whispered, “and she’s crushing so much on him.”

Levi clicked his tongue, “He’s tall. All girls of that age crush on tall boys,” he argued back.

Y/N chuckled and turned to look at him, “talking from experience?”

“Ha ha,” Levi faked a sarcastic laugh. “He’s supposed to be grounded,”

“Shh, I can’t hear!” She hushed him back and then moved slightly as Levi joined her next to the window.

“Great,” Levi said annoyed, “she’s fucking bonnie,”

Confusion was written all over his wife’s face as she grimaced dazed and raised an eyebrow, silently asking how those words could be said with such disappointment.

“Now I won’t only have to buy him all those stupid vinyl records, textbooks, and uniforms for the school team, but I’ll also have to start buying condoms; there goes my fucking salary,

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empressgetou · 14 hours ago

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empressgetou · 14 hours ago

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baby steps.

early post-war, levi struggles not against beasts or titans or tough decisions, but something as simple as a button-up. luckily, amidst the frustration and sense of inadequacy, there is you.

mentions of grief and war obviously. not like tooth-rotting fluff but not angst; levi learning to accept help. gender neutral reader I think. not beta read we die like hange zoe (cooked). probably ooc i’ve never written him before. meant to be a drabble and I couldn’t help myself. word count of 1028

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in the wake of the war, as peace settled and left nothing but silence, levi still felt the impact as everyone did. however, the traces that were left on him were… different. it was not simply aching grief—he had long since learned to cope with that—or the emptiness that came with no longer being a soldier. it was the most mundane of things. in the early days, functioning felt like the most tedious feat of all. perhaps it was less demanding, less life-threatening than the assassination of cannibalistic beasts, but oh, how it was frustrating.

he was well acquainted with anger—simmering beneath the surface, boiling over, setting the room alight, you name it. however, the resentment that came with inability to do simple things was unlike anything he had ever felt before. his anger was always hand in hand with grief, laced with sadness, despair clinging thickly to the edges of his outrage. the anger he was used to was not entirely anger. this, though not pure wrath, was far less complex: exasperation. just that. how was it that something so linear felt so bad? not worse than the usual—the complicated knitting of every heartstring he had left in him, the strumming of mocking blues tunes on his aching nerves—but unfamiliar.

the culprit? a simple white shirt.

the buttons on his shirt stared up at him mockingly. they were a testament to all that he could not do, all that he had stripped himself of in the process of getting revenge. was it worth it? he did not dwell on that thought. regrets were for the weak, for the naive; for those who believed present wisdom could cancel out the arrogance that was displayed in the past. still, it—for lack of better words—pissed him off.

how was it that he, humanity’s strongest, had been demoted to such a pitiful state?

his phantom digits longed to grasp the fabric in the way that had felt so simple some time ago and he had been attempting it for so long that his knee ached from standing and fuck, he just missed being able to get up in the morning and not feel so limited. his eyes flicked from his still-unbuttoned shirt to the mirror before him. the man in the reflection was weary and scarred, as if the marks left on his soul had rushed to the surface the moment the brain-rattling sound of an explosion went off in his face. not only did he feel foolish, but he felt incapable. that was something he was entirely unused to.

he should ask you for help. he knew that. his mind was repeating it over and over again, the notion echoing off of the interior of his skull and bouncing around the crevices of his mind. if his heart were not so stubborn, he may have listened immediately. instead, he had been standing here for an amount of time he had frankly lost track of, the sound of you going about your morning routine in the washroom sounding so near and yet horribly far. not by your own doing, but by his, by the way his silence enveloped him and left him a solitary being of newly formed disability and a longing for something that would only exist in another timeline.

finally, he relented, trust and reluctant dependence winning over his pride. your name left his lips as though it hurt to say.

“yes?”

he averted his eyes as your head popped around the corner, quickly catching sight of his undone shirt. he had started on that when you had left the bedroom, you realized. it clicked into place then—the slight scrunch of his brows, the way he stared at the wall as though it were a piece of art rather than blank, satin-finish paint. you were almost surprised that he beckoned you for assistance without any personal coaxing (this was a first, and it pleased you, as twisted as it was). he hated asking for help. it was as if his mind did not know the difference between the brink of death and a simple “I can’t do this myself”, as if the admission made his consciousness fade and left only the fragile young boy that he had built a stoic crust around. he felt like he was curled up at the foot of her bed again, limbs shaky and vision blurring.

“I see,” you murmured, because of course you did. the way you seemed to know him was simultaneously infuriating and soothing; he did not have to spill his guts, but was that because you did not need him to or because you were the only one keeping them from bursting out of his torn seams?

with a soft sigh, you crossed the room, catching his eye only briefly before you reached for the buttons. he watched as you solved what had been troubling him for far too long, the methodical movement of your fingers seeming embarrassingly natural compared to his own fumbling ones.

as you fastened the uppermost one of the set, you looked at him, whispering, “you’ll get the hang of it soon. give it time.”

“I know.” I wish I didn’t. he had never had to “give it time” before.

you hummed. “for now, i’ll be here.” you meant it. you always had, in the midst of grief and anger and blood-soaked hands, you had clasped his despite the crimson. everybody needed someone to hold them amidst the tremors, to ease the pain with a bandaid and a kiss better. to be human was to have community; to love and be loved; to rely and be relied on. that was life.

the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. for some odd, unknown reason, the promise hit him harder than he would have anticipated. he did not allow something as graceful as a faltering of his expression to happen, but his eyes softened just barely. “yeah. good.”

you patted his shoulder and went on your merry way. he looked back in the mirror and, if even a little, his face looked less like a survivor and more like someone learning how to live.

a/n: hey… aha… I have been so not locked in i’m so sorry. I wrote this all in one sitting and it’s genuinely so bad i’m a disgrace to the fandom and I need to die. I just wanted to post something so i’m not forgotten and i’m already writing for aki behind the scenes so we move to levi ❤️

tags: @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @fiannee @bubybubsters @lizbix @mayyhaps @adoresia @xianji @cinnamxnangel @sickpatientt @megapteraurelia @spookypeacesandwich @cancelledkat @whoevenisjessica @juliaarchiv3s

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empressgetou · 14 hours ago

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AU: Jinu is free from Gwima's influence and although he's still a demon, his soul belongs to Rumi and communicates with her through the Honmoon

Friendly reminder that I have open commissions on VGen: https://vgen.co/Kouyiart

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empressgetou · 14 hours ago

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Levi giving you a box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day.

“Awww, thank you!” you said all excited as he woke you up with that gift, opening it up only to realize there’s one missing. “… what happened to the missing one?”

“… it’s standing up in front of me,”

“Awww, aren’t you such a romantic man.”

A few hours later.

“No, but for real, why was there a missing chocolate?” you ask.

“Well…. Hange found the box in my office, and before I noticed, they were eating it. It was the fight of my life.”

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empressgetou · 6 days ago

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🌙 Saja Boys —They Fought Your Pets… and Lost

Each of them. In their own way. In completely avoidable circumstances.

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🧿 Jinu vs. Your Cat (Momo)

It started with eye contact.

Momo, perched on the back of the couch like a tiny, furry gargoyle, narrowed her eyes. Jinu, holding his teacup, narrowed his back.

You knew that look. That was pre-battle tension.

“Don’t engage,” you warned softly, as Momo began slowly kneading the fabric beside her.

“She started it,” Jinu muttered.

“No, she exists. That’s not the same.”

But he was already lost to the silent war. Jinu inched forward and reached out one finger in peace. “Let’s be civil—”

Momo swatted him before contact, a blur of claws and betrayal.

Jinu jerked back, blinking at the tiny scratch on his knuckle. “She’s possessed.”

You shrugged. “Maybe she thinks you’re a threat.”

“I fed her.”

“She doesn’t remember that. She remembers weakness.”

Momo yawned. Victorious. Unapologetic.

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💪 Abby vs. Your Tortoise (Captain Pancake)

Abby didn’t expect to lose.

How could he? He bench-pressed concrete and yeeted demons into buildings.

And yet, here he was, sitting frozen in your hallway, both shoes held hostage beneath a surprisingly determined tortoise.

“Why is he doing this?” Abby whispered.

Captain Pancake blinked slowly from atop the sneaker. Unmoving. Regal. An immovable god.

“He likes elevation,” you said, peeking around the corner.

“But he climbed on them after I put them on.”

“Exactly. You made the mistake of moving.”

Abby sighed and sat fully on the floor. “I guess I live here now.”

You snorted. “Try offering him kale. It’s tribute.”

Abby offered a leaf like a nervous villager. The tortoise didn’t blink.

He’d be here for a while.

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📚 Mystery vs. Your Ferret (Beans)

Beans moved like chaos incarnate.

And Mystery—stoic, composed Mystery—had clearly underestimated that.

You found them in the hallway. Mystery crouched low. Beans darting in and out of his oversized sleeve like a furry missile.

“She got in,” he said flatly, arm lifted in eternal surrender.

You blinked. “Did you... try taking her out?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“She went deeper.”

Mystery stood carefully, Beans now a mysterious bulge wriggling across his shoulder.

You tried not to laugh. “Want help?”

He hesitated. “No.”

A moment passed. The ferret poked her head out of his collar, blinked, then disappeared again.

“...Maybe.”

You retrieved her with practiced ease.

Mystery looked down at his rumpled hoodie, expression unreadable.

“She wins,” he said.

She always does.

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💋 Romance vs. Your Parrot (Sundae)

“Hi handsome,” Sundae chirped.

Romance lit up. “See? She gets me.”

You rolled your eyes. “She says that to everyone.”

“Still.” He wiggled his fingers at the perch. “Come on, gorgeous. Let’s be friends.”

Sundae fluttered once. Landed gracefully on his arm.

Then bit his ear.

“AHHH— betrayal!!” Romance cried, staggering in slow, dramatic horror. “My own muse!”

“She warned you. Three times.”

“She flirted with me!”

“She mimicked me flirting with you.”

He clutched his ear like a wounded soldier. Sundae, now perched smugly on the curtain rod, squawked, “Flirt with me again!”

Romance narrowed his eyes. “I will win her love.”

You handed him a cracker. “You’ll need this.”

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🔥 Baby vs. Your Dog (Milo)

It was supposed to be simple.

Throw the ball. Get the dog to like him. Easy.

But Milo had other plans.

Baby had thrown the ball three times. And three times, Milo brought it back and dropped it in the water bowl. Then stared. Expectantly.

Baby stared back. “...No.”

Milo barked once.

“No,” Baby said again.

Milo huffed. Walked over. Sat directly on Baby’s lap—nearly knocking him flat—and stared at him nose-to-nose.

You poked your head out. “He likes you.”

“I think he’s asserting dominance.”

You shrugged. “Let him. He’s the alpha now.”

Baby grumbled something under his breath, trapped under seventy pounds of fluff and one drool-soaked tennis ball.

Milo licked his cheek.

Baby didn’t fight it.

He’d already lost.

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Your pets were curled up, victorious, in various corners of the room.

Jinu kept a respectful five-foot radius from Momo. Abby was still waiting for Captain Pancake to move. Mystery was lint-rolling his hoodie. Romance offered Sundae another cracker (“for peace”). Baby had given up entirely and was now Milo’s designated mattress.

You sipped your tea, amused.

“You could’ve warned us,” Abby said.

You shrugged. “You said you were tougher most demons. I wanted to see.”

Jinu muttered, “Next time, I choose the battlefield.”

Momo blinked at him. He looked away first.

The war was over.

The pets had won.

And honestly? You wouldn't have it any other way.

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I would like one from Xeno and/or Staley of how they would be before, during and after pregnancy.

soon to be dad — xeno / stanley

what to expect: suggestive, fem/afab reader, modern au, not stanxeno lmoaoa

your sword's note: thankyu so much for the request dear anon! i only know the basics of pregnancies so i hope this is accurate. more on my mistresslist

xeno

before:

better believe this is a planned pregnancy, this guy is too elegant to have an unplanned baby

after marriage, you both agree that you want a family, but decide to wait for the right moment. once you both feel like it, you start making preparations

everything has to be perfect for the decision to be made. you two have attended parenting courses, gone to therapy, learned everything there is to know, diet is balanced, the finances are good and there is extra money just in case

okay now everything is ready, the only thing missing is getting down and dirty. i feel like he would be saying "we are trying for a baby☺️" to people, kinda offsetting

it takes a few tries, you get oddly upset once you realize you are not pregnant this month again and he comforts you saying you can keep trying (lmaoo)

during:

your period is a single day late and you already know

regardless, you wait a week to take a pregnancy test, and once it comes positive, you get ecstatic

you plan a date for the reveal, he kinda already knows because by that point you would be fussing about not being pregnant yet (this mf knows your cycle). on the date, you finally tell him that you two will be parents. he lifts you up immediately and kisses you

the first trimester is a roller coaster. you don't get morning sickness but the exhaustion has you sleeping all day. he is asking you often how you are doing and does the chores for you, let's you do stuff around because he knows you like being independent

during the second trimester your tiredness calms finally, your bump starts showing and the baby starts moving. xeno is fascinated by this. once the doctors know the gender of the baby, you have a gender reveal party. "hey baby, i am your uncle stan and i think you are going to be american as fuck... i mean, i think you will be a boy."

you and xeno wanted a boy, you got a boy

hormones get the best of you and you yell at xeno for taking so long at work (he took the usual amount of time)

by the third trimester, you take time off your job and stay at home. xeno massages you with oils and talks to the baby about god knows what

after:

your due date was approaching. a week left, everything was ready, the little baby seat in the car and the bag with clothes, you expect your baby to be elegant and therefore on time but your water breaks two days before the due date at 3am

it was a fast delivery, so fast that the baby was out while you were still waiting. you are sitting waiting as the nurses organize the bed for you to lay and you feel the pain become unbearable. the nurse checks and says "well the baby's head is out" oops, a few pushes after, the baby is out

you sit baffled at the bed while the doctors check the baby, the pain still haunts your body but it doesn't matter once they give you your little baby

xeno is scared. he holds the baby awkwardly and looks at him in awe

once back home, you rest and he takes care of everything, there is a big plate of food in front of you and he holds the baby while you eat, then after a bath for you, you lay down holding the baby and he sits besides you admiring you both

stanley

before:

better believe this was not planned

you and stanley had talked about kids, agreeing that maybe in the future you guys can consider it

the way in which things developed was a little different. after coming home from an oddly tortuous mission, he needs you so bad. he has you pinned down, holding your thighs while he fucks you so hard and for some reason when he says that he is close you close your legs around his waist and whisper "put a baby in me, stan..."

he took it literally :/

during:

days go on like normal, everything is fine, life is resumed... until your period is late, you panic and take a test. "you got me pregnant stanley, i am going to kill you!" he is sweating bullets when he hears that, but solves it with, "being a father, i can do it."

since xeno just had a baby (no, not in the mpreg way, in the 'his partner had their baby' way), you both go visit them and their little bundle of evil to ask for some advice

during the first trimester you have violent morning sickness and can only eat bread and milk for breakfast, eggs are a big no, it goes away fast but oh boy was it hell

stanley is so scared of you. mind you this guy is special task force elite soldier leader all that, but even though your belly starts swelling with the baby and you look adorable, one sight of you is making him kneel down and clean the floor and apologize for not being able to carry you up and down so you don't have to walk

in the second trimester you have to go to one of the ultrasounds on your own. you learn that you are having a girl and once you are home you spoil it for him. "i am so excited for our little girl to come home." you say with a grin and he crumbles (he had been so excited to make a gender reveal party)

"hi baby, i am your uncle xeno and i know you will be a menace to society. now gender wise, i am inclined to believe you will be a girl." stanley wanted a boy, you wanted a girl. once he learned he was getting a baby girl (after he recovered from crumbling apart) he was ennamoured

he loves laying by your side and caressing the baby through your skin

has to see you eat the most absurd food combinations. "i am not buying you some honey for those pickles, that has to be radiactive." with a single look though, he is already getting on his car to get the honey

his ford mustang can't fit a baby seat so he has to buy a boring SUV, he hates it but when he installs the seat he doesn't mind it as much

after:

your baby was on time with her due date, there is no rush. you and stanley know what is happening once the water breaks, so he drives you to the hospital calmly

it was a long labor and painful as hell, it is possible you broke a bone in stanley's hand while you squeezed it when pushing

you cursed loudly, mainly at him, and he just nods

"you are so strong" he keeps praising you and encouraging you

the baby finally comes out and she cries, you sigh relieved, the doctors check her. before seeing her though, stanley makes sure you are okay and kisses your forehead thanking you for birthing his baby

she is so tiny and her little brows are furrowed. "she has her mommy's attitude already." stanley laughs holding his baby. seeing the little girl in his hands that has your eye color and his blonde hair ignites a sense of protection in him like no other

he actually has to step out for a second to not cry when the nurse gives you the baby and you two spend your first moments together

"stanley the baby is crying!" you shake him in bed. out of all the sleepless nights on missions, the sleepless nights of the newborn days are the worst, he gets up barely functioning and walks to the baby's crib, picking her up and singing the same song he has been singing for the past days in a robotic tone to try to calm her down but she is fierce and keeps on crying

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Could I get a xeno x fem reader where the reader was also a nasa scientist and they reunite after petrification and the reader was with the kingdom of science. Maybe the readers body drifted to Japan and senku recognized her or something. Thank you very much!!

I'm so sorry I think I strayed a bit far from the plot, I had to keep walking away and coming back to it.

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Without Me!?!

Xeno Wingfield x Fem!Reader

Description: Originally, being with the Japanese colony meant you knew nothing of what happened around the rest of the world; come to your surprise when you arrive in America and find out your husband and his stupid best friend are the ones you fight with you promptly tell them off.

Warnings: Cursing, sorry ass Xeno again, sappy shit lol, sprinkle angst.

A/N: sorry this took so long and if it's a bit all over the place.

Words: 822

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"You three with me now." You were beyond pissed, and you hoped it showed on your face; Senku was about to interrupt till he saw your glare and followed where you were leading the two leaders and the soldier. You walked away from your two groups to talk privately with the three men.

"My Dear-" Xeno started while holding his hands to you. Your glare hardened, and Stanley tried to hide a laugh with a cough. You sigh through your nose, not knowing where to start; the two scientists begin fidgeting while the sniper smokes. You eventually spoke up, starting with what made you the most mad about your situation.

"Seriously, Xeno." He looks up.

"STARTING A WAR WITH A CHILD?" You yell at him while pointing in said boy's direction; Stanley takes a step back while Xeno tries not to shrink back at your rage.

"I'm almost twenty." Senku starts, and you whip around to give him an unimpressed look, which shuts down the rest of his witty remarks.

"AND THEN WITH THE WORLD DOMINATION?" Xeno's staring down at his shoes now, and you continue to fuss at him before turning your tirade on to his best friend, asking how he could endorse him while you were gone.

"I go to Japan, and the apocalypse starts, and the two of you decide to become tyrants in my absence? Are you serious right now?" It takes everything in you not to strangle Stanley when he shrugs his shoulders. You hold your head in your hands, and Stanley grabs Senku and leaves you and your husband to have a moment to talk. You fall to your knees with a sob and furiously rub your eyes. Xeno comes and sits in front of you, wraps his arms around you, and slowly rocks you while mumbling to you.

"Do you know how scary it was to wake up on the other side of the world, having people speaking a different language, not seeing you when I woke up?" You told him, your eyes cloudly, thinking about how worried you were about him, spending years away from him, not knowing if he was awake.

"I was terrified when I woke and realized you weren't anywhere in the surrounding area. I had Stanley looking for you for days, " he tells you in turn while petting you absently. You rest your face on his chest and look up at him. He looks down at you, removes his gloves, and his bare hands meet the skin under your eyes, wiping away the rest of your tears. You lean into his hands, and he kisses your eyes gently before kissing your lips. You smile into the kiss, wrap your arms around him, and hum in his lips. The both of you bask in each other's presence for a bit before Xeno hoists you up to your feet; he leads you back to the fortress.

When both groups met to have a peaceful dinner to celebrate progress and move forward with each other, the dinner was highly awkward; any conversations that were being had were held with the respective group members and not with each other. You sat at the table with all the scientists: Suika, Chrome, Senku, and Xeno. Along with a few of the warriors: Tsukasa, Stanley, and Kohaku. And Gen ( You don't know when he joined.) Gen broke the silence with a simple question for you and Xeno.

"How did you and Xeno-chan meet?" There was a devious glint in his eyes. Xeno looked at you, which was a sign that you could answer.

"We met at one of Stanley's military events; we were the only people there wearing all black. I got a little closer to where he was to get a better look at who I thought was the most beautiful person at that sad excuse for a gala." As you told them, you spoke with a dreamy tone, and a few of the other members started to listen and pay attention.

"What was your first conversation like?" Suika butted in. This time, Xeno answered.

"She inquired about the documents I was overlooking during the event. She watched me with such rapture when I told her about them." He shares with a slight chuckle while looking at you again. Senku lets out a gag, and Stanley is grinning at you both. There's a few awe from the table, and you notice that the groups are now mingling. The others broke off into chats, and you and Xeno started your own one.

"Was it only my clothing you found interesting?" He asks while leaning closer.

"No, your intellect was also quite elegant, my love." You whisper to him and then flick his forehead; his pale skin turns pink. You spend the rest of the time sharing stories from the old world and making up for the days you drifted and ended up in Japan.

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Could I request a Dr stone Xeno x fem reader. Xeno and Stanley decide they need a doctor of medicine so they don't have to worry about injuries and stuff and what better person than their friend Y/N(xeno actually likes her). She managed to retain consciousness so the nitric acid works.

Thank you and have a good day

a/n: hiiii sorry for taking so long!! here you are <3 (seeing if i like replying to requests like this instead of how I usually do it, we’ll see)

xeno houston wingfield x gn!reader | 1k wc | no major warnings, Stanley takes a tumble and gets scored by a rock– so blood, reader gets called cute? that’s about it!

“Shit–” The curse falls from Stanley’s mouth quietly, the blonde raising his arm to inspect the large gash on his arm where blood slowly trickled out. “You’re kiddin’ me, a stupid rock did this?”

Xeno picks up the rock, turning it towards the sun, a shiny red spot on the side where Stanley’s skin was torn. “It’s jagged, terribly uneven. Not to mention the added friction from your fall.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he groaned, not waiting for another spiel. “Rock’s a damn cheese grater.” Xeno chuckles, handing the rock to Stanley when prompted. He chucks it away with a curse. “ Didn’t you have a friend who was a doctor? A medical doctor.” He’d quickly added once he saw his friend open his mouth, probably to say ‘I’m a doctor.’

With a roll of his eyes, Xeno moved to walk ahead of Stanley, a timid aura surrounding the scientist. “Yes, their name was Y/n.”

Stanley hums, looking to his friend with a mischievous grin. “That was the cute one you were always yammering about, right?” Xeno freezes at his words, whipping his head around to stare at Stanley like he’d just admitted to murder. “What, I’m not wrong and you know it.”

“Whatever.”

After seemingly forgetting that he was quite literally bleeding, Stanley says, “We can send out a team to retrieve them, yeah? Having an actual doctor would be helpful.”

“I’m going to ignore your blatant insults,” the blonde raises his arms in surrender. “And tell you I agree with you; it would be quite useful, especially if one of us falls ill or you decide to go toe to toe with a pack of wolves again.”

Stanley rolls his eyes, setting a hand on his waist. “Then it’s settled, we’ll get them first thing tomorrow.” Xeno hums quietly, mind clouded with the thought of having you in his life again.

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Come morning, Xeno doesn’t even get a word in before Stanley’s marching out the doors with a small crew, waving to the scientist from below before disappearing.

He preoccupies himself in the meantime, stitching together an outfit, something simple but tied to your personality. He’d made sure to make a surgeon's coat, just in case, though it was partially for his own entertainment.

“Boss.” At the voice, Xeno turns, raising a brow at Maya, who stood in the door with a wide smile. “We’ve got word back from Stanley, they’ve retrieved the doctor and are headed back now.”

He hums in response, thanking her before returning his focus to the pile of clothes on his desk—maybe he should ask Maya if she wants anything new.

An unfamiliar pit forms in his chest when he gets up, a hand coming up to rest over the area. Heartburn? Xeno shakes his head, walks over to the window overlooking the fields, and stares at the tree line where four figures emerge.

And with them, you.

He holds his breath the entire time it takes him to meet them in his lab, releasing it slowly when Stanley presents your petrified statue in front of him. The jar of nitric acid sits heavy in his hold, a silent prayer bouncing in his head that you’ve retained consciousness and the fluid would work.

“Turn around, Stanley.”

The blonde huffs out a laugh, raising his arms in mock defense before stepping toward the door. “By all means, you two can have some privacy.” He waves over his shoulder, lighting a cigarette before walking out the door. “I’ll be at the range if you need me.”

Xeno hums, raises his hand over your head, tips the bottle slightly, and pours the liquid over you.

It cascades down your body, dripping off your elbows and pooling onto the floor beneath you– Xeno holds his breath once more.

He steps back, gripping the jar tightly as if it were his lifeline, counting the seconds that pass before he hears that all too familiar crack before the first piece falls.

Your skin pokes through the jagged stone, the light seeping through the windows casting a faint glow. An eye reveals itself slowly, catching Xeno’s with a widened stare– he finally lets go of his breath.

Finally, as the last piece falls to the floor, shattering as it hits, Xeno’s quick to toss his coat over your shoulders. “It’s been 3,700 years since that day.” He says slowly, walking back to his desk to fetch the clothes he made. “Humanity as we know it has been erased; we’ve been sent back to the Stone Age.”

You hum quietly, thanking him when he hands you the clothes. “You’ve been busy.” You say in amusement, eyes trailing over the gray walls lined with machines and vials. “I expect nothing less from you, Xeno.”

At your words, he felt his breath catch in his throat. It was a simple compliment that sparked a little too much warmth, but it was still a normal reaction.

“Well, dear, I hope you don’t mind—we’ll need your expertise in medical care.”

“As expected,” you chuckle, buttoning your shirt slowly, catching Xeno’s eye for a moment. “Has everyone been healthy?”

“Shockingly.” He answers, taking his coat back when you hand it to him. “Last winter was a close call, but you know– soldiers have inhuman immune systems.” A chuckle comes from you, Xeno’s eyes snapping to you to catch the smile on your face.

“Of course, and you?” Xeno raises a brow, looking at you in confusion. “How have you been, Xeno?”

His fingers curl around the edge of his desk, leaning his back against it slightly as he draws out a long hum. “I’ve been well,” you nod in response, holding your hands behind your back as you stare at him. “I’m…glad to have you back with us, Y/n.”

He catches your gaze, ignoring the hammering in his chest when you give him a soft smile. “You’ll be quite helpful if anyone gets injured or falls ill.” He adds, turning away from you when he feels heat running up his neck.

A quiet laugh spills from your lips, finding amusement in his timid behavior. “Of course, I’m happy to assist you, Xeno.”

He lowers his head into his hand, expelling a sigh before he clears his throat and turns back to you. “Come, I’ll show you around.”

a/n: big fan of xeno being a little out of his element when he’s got a crush <3

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empressgetou · 7 days ago

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My heart ❤️

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empressgetou · 7 days ago

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She won the kids in the divorce

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Ackerman's blood

Warning: Angst! Father! Levi.

I wrote this one fore the ending of the manga so, that's why it's a bit off.

Levi leaned his back against the beige-painted wall of their bedroom. It was past 3 a.m. His arms were crossed over his chest, broad shoulders hunched slightly forward, dark circles heavy beneath his eyes.

How many days had it been since he properly slept? He’d lost count. Everyone insisted he should at least try to rest. But how could he? He never slept well, even in the best of times — and now, every little sound, as soft as a mouse scurrying, had him wide awake in seconds.

Levi Ackerman. Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. Captain of the Survey Corps. Leader of the Special Operations Squad. Part of the team that ended Eren’s genocide years ago. The list of titles was endless, but at this hour, none of them mattered. They didn’t make him feel powerful. They didn’t help him sleep.

For the first time in a long time, Levi felt weak. Vulnerable. Powerless.

“Stronger than Humanity’s Strongest Soldier? Ridiculous,” his wife had told him not long ago, when they argued about it. But that nagging feeling of helplessness wouldn’t leave him. It wasn’t just fear keeping him awake — it was the guilt.

Levi’s gaze drifted from the wooden floor to the bed. His wife, Y/N, was asleep, holding their six-year-old son as if her life depended on it.

Normally, Adrien didn’t sleep in their bed. He has to learn to sleep on his own, Levi would say. But after what happened… well, rules changed.

After Hange’s death, after Eren, after the war… Adrien and Y/N were all he had left. The others — the so-called “brats” — they weren’t kids anymore. But Adrien? Adrien was his baby boy.

Levi could hardly believe how fast his son was growing. Six already. Damn it, it felt like he was going to blink and Adrien would be sneaking some girl into his bedroom. He joked about that to Y/N not long ago. She’d laughed. But tonight? Nothing felt funny.

Adrien had Levi’s eyes. Gray, sharp — “like yours,” Y/N always said. But Levi disagreed. Those weren’t his eyes. Those were his mother’s eyes. Big, shiny, silver-gray, like the most expensive cutlery.

The boy looked like his mother in almost every other way. His smile, his cheeky attitude — Levi wondered if he himself had been like that as a toddler. He wished Kuchel was still around to ask.

That thought… that brought him back to why he couldn’t sleep.

For years, Levi thought his Ackerman strength was a blessing. The only thing his bloodline had given him. Kenny’s brutal training. Escaping the underground. Erwin’s trust. Becoming the so-called hero of humanity. His powers made him untouchable. Unbeatable.

Titans were gone. Eren was gone. The Walls were gone. The war was over.

Peace, they called it.

But the world? The world was far bigger — and still dangerous.

I should’ve seen it coming, Levi thought bitterly, running a hand through his dark hair.

After Eren’s defeat, everyone became obsessed with the Ackermans. The mysterious warriors of legend. Not Titans… but not entirely human, either. And thanks to the last two surviving Ackermans, the world had been saved. The rest of humanity saw them as rare, powerful weapons — an army in a single person.

And Paradise had three of them.

Levi, Mikasa… and Adrien.

The radio shows had talked about it nonstop. Levi could still hear that smug announcer’s voice ringing in his head:

“Ackermans… worth an entire army! Imagine what one could do for your nation. Paradise has three! Oh, but one’s only a baby — a cute little baby!”

“But he’ll grow. Imagine what that kid will be capable of…”

It went on and on. Pictures. Interviews. The so-called Ackerman family splattered across newspapers, screens, radios. Everyone loved the story of Levi Ackerman — humanity’s strongest soldier — now a doting father to a cute little boy.

Levi hated it. He hated the cameras, the attention, the media circus. He should’ve destroyed that damn radio the first chance he had. Should’ve smashed every lens. Burned every photograph.

But ‘should’ve’ didn’t change anything.

It started like any normal day. Levi did his job, left the base, drove across the city — cars made the streets chaotic, but they were faster than horses, and Levi had grudgingly learned how to drive. By 4 p.m., he arrived at Adrien’s kindergarten.

Brats ran to their parents. But Adrien? He wasn’t there.

Levi’s eyes narrowed as he spotted the teacher by the door, chatting with other parents.

“Is there a problem with Adrien?” Levi asked, wasting no words.

The young woman smiled politely. “Good afternoon, Mr. Ackerman. I… I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Why isn’t he out yet?”

The teacher frowned, clearly confused. “But… you picked him up already. About an hour and a half ago.”

Levi’s blood ran cold.

“What?”

“Two of your subordinates came. They had orders signed by you — Adrien had a doctor’s appointment, they said.”

Panic punched him in the chest. He kept his face blank, but inside, it was chaos.

“You mean to tell me… you let two strangers take my kid?” His voice cracked, rising enough that a few parents turned to stare.

“They were in uniform… they had the paperwork—”

Levi ran a trembling hand through his undercut, eyes darkening.

“How long ago?”

The teacher’s eyes filled with tears. “An hour and a half…”

Too late.

Levi bolted to the car, driving faster than he ever had. There was still a chance — maybe Y/N had arranged something. Maybe.

But when he burst into Y/N’s office, ignoring the meeting in progress, he saw the truth written all over her face.

“Levi? What—”

“Did you pick Adrien up?”

“No… why would I—”

Her voice cracked as realization sank in. Levi rarely looked shaken, but now? His hands trembled. His face, usually stone-cold, was contorted in fear.

“Levi… what’s going on?” Y/N’s voice broke as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Someone took Adrien.”

Three days. No sign of him.

Borders closed. Seaports locked down. Airports under surveillance. Levi signed paper after paper, ordered searches, interrogations — but Adrien was gone.

Radio stations screamed the news. Headlines across the globe. “Ackerman Child Kidnapped!” Governments promised to help. It didn’t ease the ache in Levi’s chest.

He barely slept. Barely ate. Y/N was no better — frail, exhausted, hollow-eyed.

“We’ll find him,” Armin promised. “They’re still on the island. They can’t have gone far.”

“When I get my hands on them,” Levi growled, “they’ll wish they were never born.”

Mikasa held Y/N, her voice steely. “We’ll kill them.”

“They didn’t even ask for ransom,” Jean muttered, setting tea on the table. “What the fuck do they want?”

It wasn’t until nearly two days later that they found them — hiding deep in the Forest of Giant Trees.

Levi shot the first one — a clean bullet to the skull — the bastard had dared to hold Adrien by the hair like some rag doll. Mikasa pinned the other to the ground.

Levi dropped to his knees beside his son. Adrien was motionless, limp on the grass. His small body practically lifeless, pupils blown wide, silver-gray eyes almost black from the drugs in his system. Drool ran from his slack mouth.

“Is he okay?” Mikasa asked urgently.

Levi pressed a hand to Adrien’s chest — breathing. But unresponsive.

“He’s alive. Drugged… drugged to hell.”

It was enough. Enough to keep him alive.

Levi made sure the second kidnapper talked — and talk he did. The details sickened him.

“We were hired… someone powerful. They wanted the boy alive. It wasn’t the first offer — lots of people, from all over, asking for the same job. But this client paid the most.”

That brought Levi back to the present. Leaning against the wall, watching Y/N clutch Adrien in her sleep. Both worn down, dark circles under their eyes, thin, frail, exhausted.

Levi had fought his whole life to tear down the walls, to free humanity — and now? He wanted those walls back. High as hell. Impenetrable. Built brick by brick with his own two hands if that’s what it took to keep his son safe.

Screw the radio. Screw the cameras. The cars, the planes, even the damn vacuum he loved so much — he’d go back to brooms if that meant safety.

But none of it mattered. The world was still out there. And Levi couldn’t stop it.

“Daddy?” a small voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Adrien, awake. Big, silvery eyes staring up at him. His heart cracked.

“Go back to sleep, brat.” Levi pushed off the wall, crossing to the bed. “Another nightmare?”

Adrien nodded, crawling into his lap. He was clean of the drugs now — physically fine. But mentally? The scars remained.

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I’m here. Nothing’s gonna happen.” Liar, Levi thought bitterly. You were supposed to be there last time too.

“What if they come back?” Adrien whispered, eyes wide.

“Then I’ll kick their asses. You’re safe. I’m here.” Levi brushed messy dark hair off his son’s forehead.

Adrien giggled faintly. “Mummy doesn’t like when you say ugly words.”

The boy’s head slumped onto his father’s chest as sleep took him. Levi climbed into bed, holding him close.

Big, shiny, silver-gray eyes. Like my mother’s, he thought, exhaustion finally weighing him down.

And for the first time, he wished Adrien didn’t have those eyes. Didn’t have any piece of him. No, he had passed down a curse down on his kid that wished he could take it back. A curse that was running in his veins, a curse called: Ackerman’s blood.

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