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levixreader · 3 years

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Dad!Levi x Mum!Reader - It's Just a Hobby

Charlotte: French name meaning freedom Summary: You woke up alarmed at the metallic shriek echoing in your room. Your angry husband sat a the far end of the room... sharpening his blades?... at three in the morning? Oh God, what did Charlotte do this time.

Warning: Pure fluffiness, Levi deserves happiness ;v;

Inspired by @cakeswashere prompt:

Y/N: are you angry? or...

Levi: no.

Y/N: so sharpening your blades at 3am is just a hobby then?

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It's Just a Hobby

Sheeeeeeek

It was a sharp, almost metallic in nature shriek. You tossed in your sleep, your brain still half unconscious.

Had you imagined it?

It sounded familiar. Where you having another dream of your time at the Corps?

All this talk about Charlotte joining the military was definitely not doing you any favours. It was scratching at the back of your head the obscure memories you kept hidden away. Ever since you had pushed Levi into taking her to work, every night, without fail, the deformed hands of your demons came to grab you at night.

Yesterday Levi had shaken you awake. You were sweating in your sleep, haunted by the last expression of your friends, of your family. Some nights, your dreams were so vivid that you were convinced that the life you had now was… imagined.

How had Charlotte convinced you that it was a good idea to join? Ah, yes, her unwavering spirit. Stubborn and passionate to the core, just like her father. Erwin had earned Levi and his constant devotion to the cause had earned Charlotte.

Truly, she had worn you down. She would talk as if she had been in the military for as long as she was alive. She had convinced every single one of her friends to join. Of course, she had worn you down. Children, you had discovered, had a way to make you feel like you could endure anything as long as it made them happy. Even if that meant spinning directly into a titan’s jaws. You shivered. Tonight, marked the beginning of winter and with it the fast approach of harsh months.

How could you selfishly stand in her way? She was the carbon copy of your husband, down to his unhuman like traits. She was fast and strong, but that didn’t make her cocky, it made her aware of just how far she could go. So when she had implored you to let her join the military… You caved because you knew your daughter, nothing you could say, not even the hellish nightmares you conjured now, would deter her from joining.

Levi could though. You didn’t have the heart or the will power to stand against her, she was, after all, a force of nature like Levi. So, it made sense that he could and did stand against her. So firmly opposed that he would rather sacrifice his relationship with her than watch her wear forest green.

I would never want to feel responsible if something were to happen to you.

His words had rung deep within you. Levi was strong, the strongest in fact. He had carried with his best friend’s death, carried the guilt of every death, carried the title of strongest, but, he could never carry the responsibility of the death of his only child.

Your heart ached. For months now, you had tried to convince yourself that you already waited with your heart of your throat every time Levi sat you down at the kitchen table to tell you there would be a new excursion. You could do the same with Charlotte. Right?

It was different. You knew it was different. You were all too aware of it. So, you settled. Settled to be thankful that where you lack the willpower, Levi could. Maybe, you had thought, that having her shadow Levi for a couple of days would show her a glimpse into a world she could never have thought of. You hadn’t. Not even Levi, who lived in the underground, had.

Sheeeeeek

You shot up. Straight up.

That had been the sound of a knife getting sharpened.

In a panic, your eyes scanned the room, your hand already reaching for your bedside table, inching into the drawer on the hidden weapon inside. You could feel your heart lodged in your trachea. All you could think was of your daughter and how to get to her as quick as possible. But, then, your eyes landed at the corner at the far back. It was Levi, seated in the leather chair he liked so much.

Relief, ice-cold relief washed over your stiffened body. Instantly, you relaxed at the sight of the familiar presence. Your heart unable to dislodge from your throat, the exhaustion weighing down at your body once again.

What the hell was he doing?

Shreeeeeeek

You felt a new wave of alertness wash over you. Something glimmered, you squinted, your tiered eyes fell to his lap.

There was a blade.

Shreeeeeeek

He was sharpening his blades.

He was sharpening his blades at three in the morning.

Oh, God.

Shreeeeeeek

Cried the sound of metal. He was hunched in the chair, hadn’t bothered taking off his uniform, or boots for that matter. His right leg on top of his left thigh. One of his blades rested across his lap. You sat there watching as he expertly manoeuvred the blade making it glimmer even in the darkest of nights.

Something was bothering him.

You sighed, the adrenalin leaving your body. It had been a minute since you last felt it course through your body like earlier. You had genuinely thought that there had been an intruder in the house. You were a light sleeper, years retired from the military could never kill that habit. It had saved you more than once.

You wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until you untangled whatever Levi’s brain was scrambling. It was Charlotte, you were sure of it. After the little incident at the beginning of the week, she had somehow squeezed a promise to not react like he did that day. How she did it you would never know. It took years -years- to get him to not impulsively confront any man that would even slightly look at you the wrong way. You were certain that something must have happened again and the frustration of being powerless had him sitting, sharpening his disposable blades at such an ungodly hour.

This was it. The time had come to have “The Talk” with Levi. You had been preparing for this ever since Charlotte turned sixteen. You had already noticed the attention she garnered whenever she accompanied you to the market. How some of her oldest male friends would stare a second too long. It was bound to happen eventually. You had prepared for it, Levi… not so much.

“Morning”, you said the bedsheets still pooled at your waist. Even with the window closed, you could feel the cold air prickling your skin, like small needles. He frowned, not really expecting you to wake up. He had already spent an hour on his other blades, this was his last one. “How was work today?”, you insisted. He grunted. He at least acknowledged you. He wasn’t feeling all that talkative at the moment.

Shreeeeeek

The sound of the metal echoing across the room. This man was impossible. Like father, like daughter, two stubborn mules unwilling to bend or move in their convictions. You were convinced that when God created stubbornness, Levi was first in line, closely followed by Charlotte.

“Somethings never change”, you thought shaking you head slightly. Unceremoniously, you yanked the sheets from your lower body. You shivered, the cold air now attacking your legs. Levi’s face remained turned down, his eyes, however, sneaked a peek at you. He had heard you move. You were, to his dismay, heading towards his direction. He noticed the hair of your forearms standing to attention. You were cold. He clicked his tongue; he wasn’t ready to go to bed, anger still bubbling at his feet. He frowned, returning his attention at the weapon in his hand.

Shreeeeeeek

“Are are you angry?”, he heard you ask softly. No answer. You grouched in front of his legs so that your face was in his direct eyesight. He gripped the handle of the blade, his eyes moving to observe the end of it. He was avoiding you. “no.”, he curtly answered. He looked stoic. “Stubborn, stubborn man”, you thought. You placed a numbed hand on his twisted knee. His eyebrows knitted together refusing to look at you, opting to look at your hand. You looked paler than usual.

Did she have another nightmare?

You smiled amused, “So sharpening your blades at three in the morning is just a hobby then?”, you asked sarcastically. His frown deepened, he didn’t answer. “Tell me what’s bothering you”, you pushed, the tips of your fingers going a bit numb. He sighed knowing you weren’t going to let this go and if needed would freeze half to death until he talked. “And you think Charlotte is stubborn because of me”, he thought. Charlotte, he frowned again the anger bubbling up again.

“Is it Charlotte?”, you asked, even softer than before. You gripped his knee in reassurance. He sighed again, of course, you would know exactly what was bothering him. He couldn’t hide anymore. “I can’t believe she is sixteen”, you said truthfully.

Sixteen years went by like nothing, one day she was too small to even reach the kitchen counter and the next she had a queue of boys lined up. “Fucking hormonal teenagers”, he thought to himself glaring down at the polished blade. He wanted to break the thing in two.

“Our brat is an adult now”, you said giggling pulling him again out of his thoughts. His eyes lifted slightly to look at you, clearly disagreeing with your opinion. Charlotte wasn’t an adult; she was just a brattier brat. “Did one of the cadets flirt with her again?”, you asked smiling sympathetically. His eyes widened and immediately narrowed to the point you thought he had closed his eyes. His jaw clenched, his grip on the weapon made his knuckles turn white.

“A boy”, he corrected. You smiled sadly at his words. “You know she is at that age”, you said earning you a glare. “You know I’m right”, you insisted. He clicked his tongue. You were right. That doesn’t mean he had to voice it. “I know this is very hard for you”, you continued, he looked pained. It had taken everything in him today to not march and punch the titan shifter straight in the face. He knew the look he was giving Charlotte; it was the same look he had given you. He felt his chest burn.

His eyes looked pained, the cold controlled captain melting away. You wanted to hug him, console him and tell him that his baby was still just that: a baby. That Charlotte would not grow up and that she would always call him ‘Daddy’. But this would only hurt him more and would do Charlotte a disservice as her mother.

“Here”, you said standing up offering a hand for him to take. He looked at your hand, eyebrow cocked upwards with curiosity. You rolled your eyes, “Well, take it”, you insisted shaking your hand. Cautiously, he placed his free hand on yours. His eyes narrowing when he felt how cold your fingers felt. In a quick movement, he rested the sharpened blade against the nearest wall and grabbed with both his hands the hand you had offered. “You’re cold”, he commented, making you roll your eyes again at him. “Well hurry up then”, you answered pulling him up. He pouted, finally complying with your request.

You pulled him out of the room towards the hallway in front of Charlotte’s room. His frown returned, “What are we doing here”, he asked, not appreciating the surprise. “Shh”, you said tightening your hold on his hand. As carefully as you could you opened the door to your daughter’s room. She looked tranquil, completely at ease. “Look”, you whispered moving out of the way. Reluctantly, he peaked into Charlotte’s room. His eyes softened and his chest, previously burning with anger, filled with warmth. She looked like a child hugging her favourite stuffed animal. “She isn’t quite an adult yet”, you whispered, “not because some boy is flirting with her means she stopped growing”.

He sighed closing the door just as carefully as you had opened it.

“Let’s have another one”, he said turning to look at you straight to your eyes. “What?”, you said in complete shock. “Let’s have another one”, he repeated closing the gap between the both of you. “What?”, you repeated louder, his hands grabbing your hips. “I said”, he whispered pulling you towards him, “Let’s”, you heard him next to your ear, “have”, you felt his breath on your neck, his nose caressing the base of your neck, “another one”. His teeth dug into your soft skin.

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levisblackbabe · 3 years

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Headcanons of Aot boys with a black gf

Characters: Eren Jeager , Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein x fem black reader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, slight angst, deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Language, a bit toxic, slightly suggestive

Wc: 1500+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

Eren Jeager (The lowkey Toxic one)

· Lowkey scared of y/n because she reminds him of Levi when she is angry, and he knows she will beat his ass if necessary

· Started out as friends but he has always liked y/n

· He initially asked you out as a dare and you only found out after 6 weeks where you broke up 😐

· This legit started the cycle of breaking and getting back together (he never cheated though just a lil bit toxic)

· He is very possessive and controlling which also lead to your break ups

· Even though you have your ups and down he is mostly a good boyfriend

· He plays basketball so every time he is practising on his own, he asks you to be there for rebounds (in reality he just wants you near him baso 24/7)

· Loves your smell so he steals those items might be your lotion, hair products or perfume

· Loves your natural hair and just touches it without permission after a couple times you just gave up telling him off

· He was confused on why you changed your hair so often

· When you guys first started dating you came with box braids rather then your usual bun and he deadass thought you were somebody else 💀he was so confused on why this stranger was touching him up (this mf loyal cuz he was ready to punch you)

· He was soooo scared of meeting your parents (had to call Armin to ask for advice)

· Your family at first didn’t like him cuz of the constant breaking up but they grew to tolerate him (however your older brother doesn’t)

· Loves taking pictures of you during facetime, golden hour or whenever and saves them in a folder (simp)

· Loves your cooking soo much that he goes collect tubber ware of food worth a week and stocks up his fridge

· He loves when you speak to him in another language so he pisses you off so you can cuss him out in your native tongue

· He barely calls your name its either babe or some cringey name like bubbs or something (however if you hear your full name leave his month rip)

Armin Artlet (The simp)

· SHY BAE that’s it

· He was your English tutor and has always had a crush on you

· He wanted to ask you out on a date, but he shy and thought you won’t like white boys

· You asked him instead cuz you fell for his ocean blue eyes (I mean who wouldn’t)

· In the beginning you had to take the initiative a lot cuz he wanted to respect your boundaries but after a while he grew comfortable and took the lead

· He LOVES your natural hair and knows your wash day schedule, so he always offers to help anyway possible

· He was absolutely scared of meeting your family cuz once again he white 😐 however everyone loved him

· He most definitely invited to the family reunion

· Your aunts adore him and they always talking about you as a baby to him

· He always doing late night ft calls with you, and he WON’T hang up cuz he wants to see your face when you wake up

· Armin is a giver, so he always offers to buy thigs for your and just buy gifts at least once a week

· He also loves cooking for and with you (once you had a cooking competition and technically, he is a better cook, but he let you win)

· He likes sending random pictures of things you like and remind him of you

· He happily takes pictures of you (photographer Armin)

· You guys have a pet turtle called Mickey 🐢

· His nicknames for you are beautiful, pretty and stuff like that

· Just overall fluff

Levi Ackerman (the co-worker)

· You guys have been co-workers for 2 years actually

· You thought he hated you but in reality, he does he just acts stingy towards cuz he is Levi 😐 (some serious enemies to lovers vibe)

· He didn’t confess and never would have but due to a drunken Hange letting it slip during a hang out with your co-workers you found out

· He deadass ignored you for a week like if he saw you, he would turn into Houdini and disappear

· However, you once caught him distracted and forced him to talk to you

· Reluctantly so he spoke the truth and asked you out (thought he seemed angry about it)

· Now you guys have happily been dating

· Everyone in your office finds you lucky cuz Levi is the finest man in the office heck the world (if he was real, I would leave my bf 😭)

· He actually has a 5-year-old daughter (DILF! Levi) and told you why he never said anything about his feeling was because you know single dad and shiz

· After 6 weeks you met his babygirl and she is the cutest she loves you considering she never had much of a mother figure in her life

· His daughter is mixed so he knows how to deal with natural hair thanks to YouTube, so he sometimes helps with yours (such a good dad)

· But now that you are here you offer to do any protective styles and give him tips

· Levi isn’t very open, but he expresses his love to you with physical touch, acts of service or gifts

· However, he speaks very softly to his daughter he seems different

· Due to his love language being touch he loves petting your hair (only when you have protective styles) and putting his head on it ( he is tall in my head okay)

· He loves having you in close proximity to you and just somehow touching you

· Him and your dad really hit it off because they both have daughters

· Your aunts are lowkey infatuated with him

· Loves making breakfast for you but due to your busy schedule he just buys your coffee in the morning

· He will never tell you, but he has trouble falling asleep but when you sleepover he actually has a full nights rest (he has silk sheets just for you)

· He might seem closed off, but you know he loves you due to the little things

Connie Springer (the bestfriend)

a/n I just want to say Connie will be of Hispanic heritage for the sake of this headcanon also because all the fanfics I read about him he is portrayed as Hispanic I just write him like this however this isn’t to offend anyone or play onto stereotypes.

· You guys have been besties since freshman year high school

· You hooked up freshman year of college and been dating ever since

· Nothing really changed in your dynamic other than the fact yall kiss and do the deed

· Like you legit call each other insults though Connie likes calling slime and bubbs

· You jokingly calling each other baby mama and baby daddy (manifesting kids but whatever)

· Speaking of kids, you have plushies that you call kids and rotate them around (they are from your arcade date)

· Loves being on call with you when he is playing because it helps calm him down and not break his tv (anger issues much)

· HYPEMAN if you are looking fine asf he will hype you up so much and offer to take pictures for the gram

· You have a joint TikTok account where you reaching 10k and just do dumb couple stuff its cringey but cute (Same goes for your joint spam account where you guys just do silly things together)

· He always asks to do your hair which you repetitively deny keeping in mind last time you let him he nearly ripped off half your scalp

· Late nights drives happen a lot so you can vent and have a heart to heart under the stars, you guys also just vibe to the music and might spend hours in silence looking at the city lights and dancing

· If you fall asleep on him or in the drive back he becomes really cute and soft and just says you are beautiful and that he loves you in Spanish (ugh my heart)

· He only speaks Spanish when he wants to be cute and knows you won’t understand

· Your family have always liked him so when you guys started dating everyone was like ‘FINALLY’ (same with his family)

· Some type of kid’s movie marathon once a month cuz being a child is great

· Its just overall jokes

Jean Kirstein (Mr Doesn’t Give Up)

· Kept asking you out for a year until you gave in, he was so excited he kissed you straightaway

· He was so nervous in your first date, but he was a gentleman opening doors etc (whoever said chivalry was dead 🤨)

· Nearly said I love you on the first date considering he has liked you for a year, but he held it in

· However, he did get a kiss goodnight on the cheek (he was grinning like a fool)

· Loves the fact that you change your hair so much and so often that he happily gives recommendations and offers to help you out

· He is the overprotective type of boyfriend so he was reluctant on you meeting his friends especially Eren, but you reassured him that you wouldn’t be swayed (still icky about you hanging with Eren though)

· He adores playing pc games with you and you have a little family in Sims4 which is cute

· He now has a skincare routine because you introduced him to it (he said he didn’t need one cuz he has a ‘handsome face’ but he secretly started one lol

· He also steals your body lotion and legit smells like you (smh)

· His wrist always has a silk crunchie in case you need it, and, in his car, he has a bag with essentials for you such as pads, edge control, etc

· He calls you cute pet names but also the occasional insults as a joke

· He is lowkey rich, so he happily spoils you to fancy dinners and more

· He also likes going back to the basics so picnic dates in the spring and summer are common he says he cooks them but in reality, it’s his mum

· Your mum absolutely adores him cuz he is a ‘charmer’

· He likes facetiming you when he is working out so he can show up, but you just ignore him and continue doing what you are doing

· Like Eren he has a folder filled of mugs of you

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levis-hazelnut · 2 years

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hehe hi my lovely angels!! i know this says 1k event but we can also see it as a 'hazel is leaving tumblr' event because i'm dipping once it's done 😌 but anywaysss the details are below:

'tis be a collab called BABY FEVER

it could be about anything to do with children - from your chosen character being a parent to them finding out they are going to be a parent or them babysitting a child, anything to do with that!

all you have to do is send me an ask telling me who your chosen character is and a brief summary of it (e.g. "i would like to join your collab and i'm writing for single dad eren meeting reader" or something like that)

NO NSFW please keep it SFW

it doesn't matter how long it is but please remember to put a 'read more' if it's too long!

make sure to tag me in your fic and to tag the fic with "hazel's baby fever collab" so i can find it and add it to the list

this is FOLLOWERS ONLY but other than that, anyone can join hehe

there isn't really a deadline but it would be preferred to be done by a month from today (1st August) since i'm planning to leave then

and the last thing is that the anime accepted are: Attack on Titan, Haikyuu, and Jujutsu Kaisen

other than that have fun!! <3

ENTRIES

@levis-hazelnut - babysitter!connie x reader

@oh-theseus - babysitter!jean x reader

@oh-theseus - single dad!levi x reader

@postwarlevi - babysitter!levi x reader

@gimmedemballs - Jean, Sasha, Connie babysitting EreMika's baby

@fxtalitygod - husband!gojo x reader

@tolkienlockian - single mum!sasha x jean

@chaotic-nick - dad!miche x reader

...

#hazel's 1k event #hazel's baby fever collab #it would be great if you could reblog too!! <3 #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyojin #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq #hq!!#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #anime

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ficrecsfrombob · 3 years

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Levi x Female Reader Fic Recs

Image Source

Fics by Duker42

Sharing a tent with Levi

In the woods

Levi breaks first

Levi and the reader can't get a break from the 104th in the cabin

Reader is oblivious to Levi's hints

Babymaking Pt1 Pt2

Levi and reader forgot that Kenny was coming over

Reader helps cure Levi's insomnia Pt1 Pt2

Bloodline Pt1 Pt2

16 kids and counting pt1 pt2

Reader gets Dared by Hanji

Levi and reader are both single parents

Kid!Levi looks after Kid!Reader and gets teased by Kenny

Levi accidentally reveals their relationship to the 104th squad

Levi messes with the reader at a dinner with a Lord

104th needs to learn to knock in the cabin

Levi and the reader mess around in the warehouse

Levi and the reader finally act on the tension by Ruika-Writes

ModernHighschool!Levi asks Kenny to leave the house for the weekend by LucySarah-c

MordernTeen!Levi's mum walks in by Vinea

Eren walks in on them by Mysteriousmagicx

Fics by Ackerfiction

Young!Levi is teased by Kenny

Teen!Levi is caught in the act by his mum

Dad!Levi finds his sons dirty magazine

#levi #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x female reader #levi fanfiction #aot #attack on titan #snk smut #snk #female reader

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tvdsure · 2 years

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i. habits of my heart

paring : eren x reader, levi x reader, (used in past tense) armin x reader.

trigger warning : after birth depression… i think that’s it. no sexual scenes.

summary : reader had a kid at twenty two and between trying to take care of elena and her unsupportive mother she just wants to give up.

honestly, i think this deals with a story more of my usual love one shots. i hope you like it + it’s heavily unedited i’ll come back later cause its 4 am.

so many people let me believe that i'm worthless. that i mean nothing beyond the amount money i make, or how smart i am, or how i dress. their words will forever stick with me. i'll always remember that no matter how hard i try, people have it harder and still go further that i ever can.

because if my mother doesn't love to remind me of it i don't know who does. which is exactly what she's doing right now. at a dinner. with my friends, no less.

"and if she'd just went that extra year, she'd be much better than she is right now. oh how i wish she had listened to us back then. instead she has a child..." i block her words out. i fought her endlessly on this, more than i can remember. thankfully, she never mentions elena in bad blood, she loves her, but the way she explains my pregnancy is more than enough to know she doesn't love me.

"thank you, mum." i interrupt halfway through her speech (that has switched to another subject).

"honey, you haven't even had dessert." i shrug, grabbing the two girls and we all get up.

"next time. thanks." she gets up, allowing clara and mary clean up the table as she walks us out. we were already finished eating but we were about to have dessert.

"thank you for having us, ms. ellison." she smiles, kissing the girls cheeks and then mine, but not before whispering something in my ear.

"don't interrupt me again, darling." i nod once and walk out while waving goodbye to her. once the door is closed i feel so much better.

"god," i groan, "that's was horrible." mikasa and annie face me sympathetically. i shake my head quickly as we all get into the car.

"no! don't look at me like that. i hate it already, i don't need sympathy." they both look at each other before nodding. "where do you wanna go? cause i haven't eaten a single thing that was served and i really need a change of scenery."

"yn..." i groan, knowing that means they can't go out. "i'm sorry! me and armin haven't seen each other for weeks and they're finally back from tour." my head perks up at the new announcement.

"they're back from tour?" mikasa nods and i start to drive.

"yeah. eren just texted me an hour ago. he's waiting back home." i smile, knowing how much elena adores eren, they've connected in a way no one else was able to reach her and i love that. monster because her own father doesn't have that connection with her.

"speaking of," annie starts and i immediately shake my head, knowing where this is going. "come on, yn, tim has to see her. it's been a month. he's her father, too, you know." if there's anything i despise, it's giving my daughter away for a whole week to her dad.

"tim texted me yesterday." my bottom lip is pulled in between my teeth. i know their reaction.

"yn!" they both shout and i park the car silently. i'm about to shut off the car before annie, from the backseat, presses my shoulders down. "we'll literally dismember you. he needs to see his daughter, it's not fair on him for you to do this." i sigh, knowing she's right.

"okay okay. i'll call him tonight." they both seem satisfied because we're finally out of the car and i get to see my daughter.

i check my phone for any text messages before getting consumed with elena and the band since they're back. apparently everyone texted me. i've had my phone on focus mode.

( 4 49 ) armin : hey pretty

i've missed you

we're here, can you guys answer the door

damn it i think we woke elena up

sorry, see you when you get back

( 4 55 ) jean : ynnn, we're outside

we're waiting and i don't like it

please answer the door for the love of god

eren just informed me that we are bothering

you while you're at your mother's

sheesh, have fun (haha as if)

( 5 03 ) 'we own a house' groupchat :

eren : y'all are so annoying someone open the door

armin : i think they're out

jean : i don't care, someone better let us in

connie : why are we texting here when we're two feet from one another?

eren : so that the girls could answer while we're suffering

historia : i’m not home

eren : clearly. if you were, your ears would be blessing by now

sasha : you’re all so annoying, the sparks key is tied under the mailbox

armin : that’s really smart guys

sasha : it’s was mikasa’s idea

eren : liar. i saw a tiktok about it.

historia : just open the damn door and shut up already

( 6 14 ) mum : you guys left so fast

what's wrong? is it elena?

call me when you're home.

( 6 20 ) lilly : im coming back to nyc tomorrow

can i stay over? it'll be fun. please.

i haven't seen you in agesss

the latest message, from lilly, gets me excited and i smile. while i attempt to text her back, my body crashes onto someone else and i’m almost positive i’ll be falling any second now. until i don’t.

eren yaeger.

“hey.” he barely lets out, letting go of me completely. he’s changed in the span of three weeks. he’s gotten taller, i think, and his hair looks… his eyes, his clothes… too much. he’s too much.

i can’t do this right now.

“hi. have you seen elena?” he nods, looking me up and down and i feel myself shy under his gaze.

“uh yeah, i put her in her room, she was asleep on the couch when we got home.” i nod and start to walk away. i know we have a lot to talk about, i know that, but i can’t do it right now.

“armin!” i smile once i’m greeted with the whole band as well as the girls sitting together. he quickly comes over to me, pulling me into a tight hug, swirling me around and i laugh a little. “i’ve missed you so much.” he nods, agreeing as he hugs me a little tighter.

“come on, armin. you’re hogging her.” i laugh at jean’s comment and let go of the hug with armin and instead jump into the slightly taller man’s arms.

“you guys have been gone for too long.” i say, letting go of jean and greeting the rest. connie, erwin and levi.

levi is their manager. and an amazing one at that. i don’t know what erwin is to the band but he’s everywhere they are so i don’t really question it. besides, he gives the best advice.

someone taps my shoulder from my behind and for a second i’m afraid it’s who i think it is. but it’s hange. i attach my self to them and they hug me back even tighter.

“how have you been? where’s my little sunflower?” they ask and i smile, knowing how much they love elena.

“she’s asleep. i’m good. i missed you too much though.” they smile, kissing my cheek.

“i’ve missed you even more.” and just like that we’ve all fallen back into routine.

me, armin, and sasha are on the white couch, my legs dangling on the blond’s hips as he bounces his slightly for my satisfaction. jean, connie and historia are on bean bags. hange and levi are on the chair in the kitchen (which is open so they’re practically sitting with us). eren, mikasa and annie are talking together.

they’re mostly sharing stories of the tour and what happened. i didn’t really have time to watch it, which is disappointing, but they aren’t leaving any details out.

“i’m glad you guys had fun.” historia smiles at armin and jean who immediately start ranting about it again. i love hearing these stories, even though they make me wish i can get away from here one day, i love knowing my friends have found their purpose. that they’re happy.

“you tired?” armin whispers to me while everyone is consumed in their conversation. i nod a little, swinging my legs off of him and onto the floor.

“i’m gonna go to bed guys.” they all say ‘good night’ before i’m off to bed. not really. it’s more of watching elena sleep while i cry myself to a deep slumber.

once i’m at my room i finally take a deep breath, letting all my tears flow. there isn’t a specific reason why i feel… heavy. i just do. i always do. and while i know everyone down there would do almost anything for me, including comfort me, i can’t burden them with ‘postpartum depression’.

yeah, i’ve officially been diagnosed a few weeks after elena was born. the doctor said it wasn’t that serious, though. nothing dangerous or harmful to me or elena, just some mood swings here and there, panic attacks, crying randomly, intense irritation or anger. nothing a few pills couldn’t fix. so now, every night i’m supposed to take a fluoxetine.

it’s nothing, really, it’s just some depression. i can handle it, and i will. i just tend to cry a lot which i don’t think needs to be mentioned.

i take the pill, and then another one, before resting next to elena, smiling as i hug her closer to me. i never thought i could love someone so much but she’s only seven months and i already love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my twenty two years of living. she’s my heart and soul. she’s my everything.

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the parent trap — levi ackerman (iv)

— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | the parent trap au)

— warnings: angst??? and feels, i think

— summary: after assuming that everything was starting to shift further away from the plan, the people in the ackerman estate found out the identity of the boy mirroring the twin they know so well.

— word count: 8.6k (i know, i had to do it bc it's been so long)

— author's notes: finally, after weeks of not touching this series, i finally updated it. this part is centered around the reveal in levi's side of things. to those who watched the movie, you know things will go down from here. happy reading everyone !!

part one | part two | part three | masterlist

The news that was dropped on Altair last night stole away every ounce of sleep from him.

At first, he felt like everything collapsed on his shoulders. His mum is getting married? In what universe? There wasn’t even a decent man in a five-meter radius around his mother, well, except for her employees at the bridal shop. Nonetheless, all of the men trying to court her were turned down in an instant but why was she getting married to an idiot when he was away from home? The number of times he ran his hand through his hair and wishing everything was perfect can’t be counted on his fingers. First, it was that Cindy woman and now, an unknown man wooing you with serenades and God knows what in London has added himself in the list of pesky outliers. There shouldn’t be outliers in the first place. Throughout the night, Altair made his mind busy by making adjustments in their plan, eyes fixed on the ceiling in concentration.

The next thing he knew, daybreak dripped on his eyelids, peeking through the spaces between his curtains. Altair sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes free of sleep crust before turning to his alarm clock on the nightstand. A red 9:34 glared at him, telling him he overslept. The boy huffed and plopped himself back on the plush mattress, his pillows swallowing him whole as he tried to give himself more hours of sleep. His five-minute doze was interrupted with a knock on his door. It took everything in him not to shout ‘five more minutes' so he decided to might as well wake himself up by walking to the door and answering the person on the other side.

Petra’s face beamed at him and Altair had to narrow his eyes because Petra’s smile was too bright for his own good. It was like looking too long at the sunrise.

“Good morning, Al!” the redhead greeted him.

“Morning, Petra,” Altair replied, rubbing his eyes again. “I’m sorry I overslept.”

Petra waved him off. “It’s fine. I expected it yesterday since you just came home from camp. You must be so tired. Why don’t you go take a bath and change and come downstairs for some breakfast? I’m sure this will wake you up — I cooked your favorites.” The boy nodded at her suggestion. She tried teasing him by calling his name again, Altair turning around to acknowledge his nanny with a raised eyebrow. “You know, I’d probably oversleep, too, if I were up in the middle of the night making mysterious phone calls from my bathroom. It’s pretty quiet in here at midnight so I think that pretty much exposed you.”

Altair froze at Petra’s inquiring tone, blinking his speechlessness. In an instant, he doesn’t feel sleepy anymore. He scratched his undercut. “Uhm, it was a friend from camp. He just wanted to talk to me, that’s all.”

The redhead hummed as she crossed her arms. “Ooh-kay. Well, your breakfast will be waiting on the kitchen counter!” She shouted while making her way downstairs.

“Okay!” Altair yelled back.

He opened his closet and took out a blue flannel, a white undershirt, and a pair of jeans. Without wasting any more time, Altair got himself ready by taking a bath just as Petra suggested and made himself presentable once he reached the kitchen. His hair was still wet, a towel wrapped around his shoulders when he inhaled the savory smell of breakfast on the first floor. As Altair sat on the high counter stool, Petra turned around from cutting up fruits and placed too many plates in front of the boy with a smile. He couldn’t control the twitch in his eyebrows as he stared at his breakfast. Is his twin really eating this much food every morning? He realized he might be coming off as rude since he was only staring at the number of bacon slices on his plate so Altair took a bite of bacon and let the sound of knives against the cutting board flit through his ears.

“Petra?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I have a cup of rose tea?”

Petra stopped cutting the mangos and stared at Altair, who was immersed in doing small bites of his breakfast. The redhead stared for a moment and assessed the way Altair picked up his fork and knife — it was the same way a certain someone did back in college when Levi’s friend group and lover ate meals together. Now that Petra remembered it; when you gave birth to the twins, she mentioned how one of them inherited the shape of your eyes. It could be a trick of the light but Altair’s eyes were softer in the edges instead of the sharpness Levi adorned, the boy’s eyelashes slightly fuller than usual.

“Petra?”

The said woman jumped at the mention of her name, with Altair’s face scrunched up in worry at her lack of response. She cleared her throat while transferring the mangos in a small bowl, sliding it towards Altair. “Yeah?”

The silver-eyed boy rose an eyebrow. “Are you alright? You look like you were in a trance there.”

“I’m fine.” Petra washed her hands before wiping them dry with a clean towel. Her gaze went from the boy’s expectant stare to his unfinished breakfast. This was weird. Altair usually never leaves any leftovers on his plate, it was what Levi taught him since he could eat on his own. Pushing this matter at the back of her mind, she smiled. “You’re not going to finish that, Al?”

Altair looked down on his half-eaten scrambled eggs, bacon slices, and still full pasta salad. He only had a couple of bites from the last dish and wished he could eat more but the two slices of bacon and scrambled eggs made him full in an instant. His stomach couldn’t handle too much in an early hour. He needed the tea to wash all this down. “No, I’m not, I think I’m full,” he answered, patting his stomach with a grin. He hoped Petra wouldn’t notice that his appetite wasn’t like his twin. That idiot (his twin, never Petra) appeared small like him but the buffoon has a vacuum inside his torso, always hungry at the wee hours of the day. If this was roast beef, this was a different story. “Must be because I’m tired from the trip. I don’t feel like eating and moving around too much.”

Petra nodded in understanding, preparing the rose tea the boy requested. She was waiting for the water to boil as she glanced at Levi’s pride and joy. “So why rose tea?”

“Pardon?”

Pardon? With a suppressed chuckle, Petra turned around with an incredulous expression on her face. “Camp made you prim and proper, huh? So why rose tea, champ?”

“Because I thought it would be nice to try the flower teas instead of the fruit-flavored ones this time. I know Dad has been experimenting with flowers for the next blends.”

Petra hummed, letting the tea steep for a few minutes. The scent of roses immediately wafted across the kitchen, making the two sigh in contentment. Petra wasn’t one for tea but smelling the pink drink made her want to try one. She presented the cup of rose tea to the black-haired boy, who was leaning forward to finally have his drink, his silver eyes sparkling at the small petals floating on top of his tea. Petra knew she was watching Altair closely but all her doubts flew out the window when she witnessed the boy hold the teacup the same way Levi does. Maybe she was looking into this too much. She shook her head and took away the leftovers, placing them in containers.

She missed the way Altair blew out a sigh of relief, a small half-smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

Altair stood up from his seat, patting his lap from imaginary dust and placing the towel from his shoulders to the back of the counter stool. He took a long sip of his tea before grinning widely at his nanny. “Thank you so much for breakfast, Petra!”

“No problem, kiddo. Oh, and your Dad wants to talk to you about something. He’s in his office.”

“Okay!”

The black-haired boy walked past the archway leading to the living room, where the glass double doors to the patio were located. Snuggling on the floor and chewing on his toy was Levi’s golden retriever, Captain. Altair flinched when he saw the dog shift their head in his direction. A series of barks came out of the pet, making the boy hurry for the handles of the double doors. His heart was pounding when he couldn’t get the doors to open, pulling on them as Captain was now standing up to give him another round of barks. It caught the attention of Petra and the woman instantly shot to the living room but not before shouting something that made Altair’s ears turn red of embarrassment.

“Push, Al.” Petra was now wrapping her arms around the dog, eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

Altair stopped for a moment, twisting the handles of the double doors and pushing them just as Petra said. He turned around with a sheepish smile, chuckling nervously because this mistake might have lost him the plan. “Must have slipped my mind.” He had never gotten out of a house that quickly in his entire life.

Only when he stepped foot on the patio that he could breathe normally. Altair kicked a pebble on the pathway, hands snug inside his pockets, as he thought about what his father will tell him. He followed the pathway until he was met with a slope, a building looking the main estate was sitting on top of the small hill overlooking the plantation. With a bundle of nerves swirling in his stomach, Altair took a deep breath and trekked the hill. The higher he got, hectares of a variety of tea trees greeted his vision, mimicking the sea with its vastness. It was the first time he saw something so wide and before he knew it, questions started entering his mind.

If the Ackerman family held so much money, why did his grandparents make his mum go back to London? Why did they take away the only person who made her feel loved in every sort of way possible? She could’ve been happy here. Everything is so soothing and secure.

The sound of people talking snapped him back to reality. Altair shook his head and continued his small walk towards the building. It looked like there was more activity in here than he imagined. People were sorting out the tea leaves they harvested and others were manning a machine meant for grounding the leaves. It was so busy that he didn’t realize he stopped in front of the huge window showing all of the employees trying to keep Levi’s business booming.

A person rounding the building noticed his gawking and smiled a little. They clutched the flowers they picked for the new blends Levi was experimenting on and went to the black-haired boy. “Al, welcome home. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here yesterday to welcome you back.”

The silver-eyed boy turned around to the young woman sharing his features — the same jet-black hair, pale complexion, and shade of silver for the eyes (though hers were more on the bluish side of the spectrum). He tried recalling the family members his brother told him to remember. There was a woman with the same appearance in one of the pictures. She was hugging the Altair she knows, their smiles shining through the piece of shiny paper. She was the older cousin his twin was telling so many stories about since she was the only one closer to his age around the household. The Altair standing in front of her right now smiled, muttering her name, “Mikasa.”

Mikasa returned the smile with her own, sitting on her heels to meet the boy’s eyes. “How was camp?”

“My opponent in a fencing competition pushed me in the washing area of our pavilion.”

Mikasa winced, ruffling the boy’s hair gently. “Why did they do that?”

Altair shrugged, feeling proud of himself for doing that to his twin despite being guilty to this day. “Guess he was better than me at fencing. He has a teacher specifically for that sport back in their hometown.”

“Oh, wow. If you want someone to practice fencing with, I’ll gladly help you.” The young woman tilted her head with a smile. “That is if you want to go back to that camp next summer. I’ll even learn the rules for you.”

The older of the two had so many records in her portfolio. Altair recalled that his brother was gushing about how Mikasa was a part of the track and field team the entirety of her stay in college. She was also a part of a volleyball club when she was in high school. This young woman has everything in her belt and it would be so good if Altair practiced fencing with her. However, he also realized that Mikasa probably had her hands full with academic and familial responsibilities. “But you have your final year in college, though, and you’re so busy in the plantation.”

Mikasa once again tousled Altair’s hair, chuckling under her breath. “Anything for my baby cousin so don’t worry about it.” She looked down at the pile of flowers in her arms. She handed a single red lily flower to Altair. “Here, to brighten up your day.” Mikasa stood up and waved at Altair. “I’m testing these flowers out with some berries, kiddo. I’ll be in the kitchen by the sorting room with Annie. If we can get the right combination, we’ll let you try some. Your dad is in his office waiting for you.” With that, Mikasa turned around but not before ruffling Altair’s hair again.

Altair nodded at nobody in particular and entered the building with a slight skip in his steps. The office was situated on the second floor of the manor-like establishment. The color palette of red and olive green was still observed in the interior but the large, open balcony let in enough light to illuminate the second floor. There was a railing surrounding the middle space of the entire floor, perfect for looking down and observing the bustling life inside the house. Altair’s destination, however, was the door to the left side of the second floor down a painting-covered hallway. He tentatively knocked on the door with his father’s name pinned on it. Altair faintly heard someone call inside the room and opened the door to peek his head in.

Levi was behind his desk, phone close to his ear. “Yes, Erwin. I thought you will be visiting because of Altair today. I see. No problem. You can visit the plantation anytime.” He glanced at the opened door, seeing Altair meekly staring at him. He smiled a little before telling Erwin, “Al’s here. Yeah. The stocks are fine and the new blends are coming out great. Sure, I’ll send you some. Bye.” The silver-eyed man sighed as he placed his phone on the desk. “You can come in, Al. Usually, you just barge in here and wait for me on the couch.” Levi hummed, eyes softening at the sight of his son grinning in front of him.

Altair chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I thought it was an important call.”

“It was just Eyebrows.”

“Whatever you say, Dad.”

The boy sat on the couch, eyes inconspicuously roaming around the office. He heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor and Altair looked up to find his dad preparing a cup of tea in the kitchenette installed in the room. He looked away from Levi and shifted his attention to the framed photographs on the desk. Everything wasn’t facing him but there was one frame positioned to face the person behind the desk. Altair craned his neck to get a glimpse of the picture, his eyes going back and forth between the frame and his dad, who was waiting for the tea to steep. With his body draping over the couch and neck stretching as far as he could (the position was starting to hurt), Altair saw that it was a picture of you, his mum. The silver-eyed boy gasped because it was you in a wedding dress.

“Blimey.”

“Al?”

Altair dropped the position with a huff. He straightened himself to face a confused Levi, a tray of two teacups filled with raspberry tea held by his hands. “Thought I could just, you know,” he nervously chuckled, “get a good stretch after oversleeping. So what’s up, Dad?”

Levi hummed, placing the tray on the low table. He sat beside Altair, body facing the little boy as he surveyed the innocent smile plastered on his son as he sipped on his cup of tea, the two of them mirroring how they held their cups. Maybe it was because Al went away for summer camp in the last eight weeks or maybe he was just missing you and your presence in his life, but Levi felt his heart clench at how fast his little boy was growing. The summer camp must be a blessing in disguise because his boy came home with newfound manners and the whole time he was away, he thought hard enough to make a decision he won’t come to regret. Eight weeks was a long time, things are bound to change. So Levi cleared his throat and readied himself in spilling his carefully thought-out plans to his son.

“There’s something really important I want to talk to you about, Al,” Levi started, putting this teacup back on the low table.

“That’s funny because there’s something really important that I want to talk to you about.”

“Yeah? Well, you go first, kiddo.”

Altair shook his head rapidly, gulping down his tea first. “No, you first, Dad.”

“Hmm.” The black-haired man carefully formulated the words in his mind. The first order of business was to cut off any people who would dare hurt his son. Yesterday was just the catalyst in his ongoing debate with Petra all summer to get rid of the publicist leeching off of him. From the look on Altair’s face while he was wading in the pool, Levi figured that Cynthia said something to him that might have shaken his mind. He leveled his gaze with Altair’s and told him, “Okay, I want to talk to you about Cynthia, the hired publicist for the teahouse and plantation.”

The boy turned his body so that he was seeing his father eye to eye. “And I wanted to talk to you about Mom.” Altair furrowed his eyebrows in distaste. “Oh, so Cynthia’s her name. What about Cynthia?”

Levi blinked in surprise. He knew Altair was a smart kid but he didn’t expect him to pick up on things so fast. There was no one in the estate that he shared his current sentiments. Petra was known to be a person not careful enough to keep a secret hidden from Altair and Erwin will most likely tease Levi throughout the day if he revealed his plans. Not to mention that Mikasa will probably indulge his kid in spilling every embarrassing thing about him so that makes his niece out of the list of people worthy enough to be told a secret.

With a calm voice, he regarded his little him with a flat expression. “What about your mom?”

Altair groaned in exasperation. “Dad, I’m almost twelve. I’m at a point in my life to ask about the whereabouts of my mom. You can’t expect me to believe the stork story all my life!”

A slow inhale and a look at the ceiling was all Levi needed to compose himself. “You know what, that is a story for later. But first, we’re going to talk about the publicist. Did she say anything to you? Anything that might have hurt you in any way yesterday?”

One pair of gray eyes looked away from the other to examine the invisible dust gathering on top of the coffee table. Altair wanted to tell Levi that Cynthia was trying to exploit him, trying to wound him in her trap and to make him fall in love with her. But the way that his father was insisting on the topic of Cynthia instead of you didn’t sit right with him at all. To Altair, it looked like Levi was desperate to clean the woman’s name and to make him build a relationship with her when the time comes that she’ll be carrying the Ackerman name. He mentally apologized to his other half across the ocean for not having the strength to continue the plan. Because as he glanced at Levi, the man’s concern apparent on the glint of his eyes, Altair wanted his father to be happy — to love someone without any pain that spanned for more than a decade.

“No, she didn’t say anything to me. She just told me how happy she is to be on the plantation.”

As much as he was scared to be a father when his boys were born, Levi always knew if his son was lying after years of raising Altair alone (with the help of Petra but the nanny will always give him the credit). Right now, however, he couldn’t tell if Al was lying or not. “Al, are you telling me the truth? If not—“

The door burst open, bringing with it an overly dramatic woman. “Levi? Are you here, sweetie?”

Eld followed after Cynthia, his face betraying his aggravation at the woman. “Don’t just enter Levi’s office without permission, Ma’am!”

Cynthia scoffed, insulted at the term. “'Ma’am’?! I’m not that old, employee.”

The blonde man bristled. He tried puffing his chest to remind the publicist that he has more authority than just a last-minute accommodation in the staff, but he stopped when he saw Levi starting to stand up from the couch. He had never seen his boss express anger in his years of being Levi’s secretary, however, the apparent look on the onyx-haired man will probably drive Cynthia more than six feet under the surface. Eld dismissed Cynthia with a roll of his eyes, focusing on the annoyed man walking towards them with terrifying footsteps. “Levi, she just went inside the building. Believe me, we were trying to prevent her from getting her head cut off by you but she wouldn’t listen!” The blonde glared at the woman who was gasping dramatically, manicured hand pressed on her chest. “Levi, you have to believe me. Mikasa even had to—“

“I understand, Eld.” Levi’s voice was uncharacteristically icy. Sure, he was known for being blunt and dismissive at times but that was the man's nature in forming social relationships. The employees were used to him being that way. Right now, though, his glare could have frozen Cynthia in place. “What is this, Miss Maryland? I thought I told you to leave a message to my secretary if you want to have an appointment with me. But I remember telling you that I’m not free this day.”

Cynthia pouted. “But I also told you that I wanted to have lunch with you! Is your job more important than me? Or are you just using that as an excuse to not make time for me?”

Eld looked scandalized at the woman’s reaction while Altair was wincing at the sound of Cynthia’s whine.

Levi was praying for his ears as well, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself down. He looked at Altair at the corners of his eyes. “I don’t recall you being on my priority list, Miss Maryland, and I have plans with Al today anyway. Horseback riding.”

“You’re lying!” The woman turned to Altair. “Is this true, Al, darling?”

The boy quickly took note of the hint of desperation from his father’s eyes so he smiled. “Yeah, I’ll be riding Nox since I miss my horse while I was at camp.”

“You heard my kid,” Levi drawled. “Now get out. You’re invading my privacy — sounds fitting for your job.”

Cynthia’s face scrunched in disgust, turning around abruptly, her hair hitting Eld in the face. The blonde man sputtered before incredulously staring at the retreating publicist. There wouldn’t be any need for Mikasa to restrain her if needed since she knew the way out. Eld turned back to Levi and Altair, his face showing how guilty he was. “Levi, I’m really sorry. If I’d known she’ll barge in here like this.”

“No, it’s fine. Thank you, Eld.”

“Alright.” Eld trailed off, shifting his attention from Levi to Altair. He waved at Levi’s son before pointing at the door behind. “Have a great afternoon, you two.”

Levi nodded at his friend, sitting on the couch with a sigh when the door closed. He had to get rid of that publicist, she was starting to become a headache. Levi then felt a small weight on his shoulder. Turning his head to the side, a head of onyx hair greeted his vision. With a small smile, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around Altair, letting him snuggle into his side some more. The two of them cherished the silence as if the room was their haven, away from pesky publicists and the bustling activity a floor below.

Speeding through the plantation felt liberating for Altair. He wanted to raise his arms in the air as they zoomed by the small tea trees but that would mean having Levi being suspicious of him. At first, Altair thought that the predicament with Captain would be the same with Nox but the black beauty of a horse nuzzled his palm affectionately as if he was the real owner. Of course, it couldn’t happen without the help of the sugar cubes laid out on his palm. Now, he was laughing as he raced with his dad, their destination was the hill on the other side of the plantation. It looked like Levi was winning but Altair tried to spur Nox faster. A blur of black reached their landmark, a tree with a swing on it, and Altair whooped at the top of his lungs.

“I won!”

“You always win,” Levi told him, a loving stare directed at his son.

Altair turned his horse to meet Levi’s stare. “I do?”

A confused frown painted the silver-eyed man’s lips.

At that, Altair brightened immediately, realizing his mistake. “I do! Just slipped my mind again. I can’t seem to stop forgetting things. That’s so weird.”

Levi guided his horse to walk towards Altair’s. “Yeah, so weird,” he murmured until he was beside his son. They stared at the plantation with varying expressions. The boy looked so mesmerized at how the sun touched every single tree while Levi blankly surveyed the rows of what brought him to this moment. It was once upon a time when he brought you here during spring break in junior year at college, telling you his dreams of starting a tea plantation. You looked radiant against the sunset, the rays creating a halo that Levi wanted to preserve forever. Altair’s laugh when he won has the same smile as yours when you manage to outrun him in a race. Levi couldn’t help but think of a life with you and the twins here in the plantation and estate, the two boys growing up with each other and with both parents unlike now. The four of you wouldn’t experience the pain brought by the separation. But reality struck him hard when Altair breathed out an expelling sigh, eyes soft around the corners like yours.

“So, Al, do you think we’re lonely?”

The said boy looked at his dad, who was wistfully looking at the plantation like it was hurting him. “I don’t think so.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Altair’s grip on the reins tightened. “Why are you asking this, Dad?”

Levi took a deep breath. “Believe it or not, Al, but I feel lonely every night. The moon and the stars must be tired of my internal monologues to them, all wishing to have a normal night with our complete family. But with Maryland here, there seems to be someone at the back of my head telling me to make a move. You know what, Al, I want—“

“Race you back to the ranch, Dad!”

“What—wait, Al! Hey, slow down, kiddo!”

Tears were starting to blur Altair’s vision as he rode around the plantation. No, the plan wasn’t going to work. His twin brother was a liar when he said he had an amazing and genius plan. Everything was starting to burn in flames and Altair had no choice but to watch it fester until only ashes remain. When he reached the stables, he tied the reins to the post with hurried yet precise knots. And Altair ran and ran. Up the slope leading to the manor, past the building where the workers were happily interacting with another until he felt himself bumping into someone. He brushed off a concerned Mikasa shouting at him to slow down. Minutes later, Levi passed by the fretting young woman, the latter asking if Altair was alright. But the onyx-haired boy finally reached the safe confines of their manor, passing by the opened double doors. He started pacing around the living room.

Altair buried his hands in his hair, his accent coming out as he rambled. “This isn’t going the way he expected it to. Bonkers, this is a mess! I’m just a kid and I couldn’t handle everything at once. Now, Mum’s getting married to a person I don’t know and Dad is tying the knot with Cindy—Cassandra—whatever!” He leaned on the back of an armchair, body slumping on the plush cushion. “And I don’t even know Dad as much as he does. How am I supposed to fix this?”

“What are you trying to fix?” Petra suddenly appeared in the armchair. (She was there all along but she figured that by keeping quiet, she will learn more about why Altair acted strangely since he came home.) The redhead stood up, arms crossed on her chest. “Do you want to share something with the class, Al?”

Altair jumped back, placing a hand on top of his pounding heart. “You gave me a fright, Petra.”

Petra leaned back with an expression of disbelief. “What? Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to talk to me about? If you’re scared of your dad finding out your secrets right now, you can always tell me.” Altair remained silent as he stared wide-eyed at the nanny and housekeeper. “Care to explain to me why Captain doesn’t like you anymore when he has been with you since you were a toddler? Or how you can’t open the doors properly? Even your appetite change this morning. I have so many questions, Al, and it all stemmed from when you came home. Do you know something we don’t?”

The boy shrugged. That didn’t seem to alleviate the suspiciousness he carried. “I just changed over the summer, that’s all.”

Petra slowly took a step forward and tilted her head down to meet Altair’s eyes. “I’m starting to think you were raised …” She shook her head to dispel the thought and turned around to make herself busy in the kitchen. “That’s impossible. Never mind. I must be needing sleep from all these theories.”

“I am raised by who, Petra?”

She waved her hand to dismiss the question. “Forget it, Al. I’m not supposed to talk to you about this anyway.”

“Like I’m raised by [Name] [Last Name]? Like I’m the other half of one pair of twins?”

The redhead tensed at the question, her smile frozen in place. She managed to blink herself outside of her stupor, slowly regarding the onyx-haired boy, who was gradually turning into an image of you. Those eyes, though sharing Levi’s stormy irises, were reminiscent of your kind ones — always appearing as soft as they can be despite the intensity of a present glare. Petra was at a loss for words and she had to clear her throat a couple of times to find her voice. “How do you know her full name? How do you know that you have a twin, Al? How do you know about—?”

“About Caelum?” The boy pursed his lips, forcing himself to smile. He dropped the act because there was no use continuing their charade any further. Besides, this is Petra, the most loyal person from what he could observe during a full day in the Ackerman estate. She reminded him of Oluo, the way they stuck to each parent almost every day. His British accent came out when he said the next words, “That’s because I am Caelum.”

If this wasn’t a serious situation, Caelum would’ve laughed at Petra’s reaction.

“Altair?!”

Levi looked around when he stepped foot on the patio. However, he was surprised at the peculiar scenario welcoming him in the living room — it was as if Petra was looking at his son for the first time in years. The redhead had both hands covering her mouth, tears prickling her eyes, and an expression showing disbelief. He rose an eyebrow in incredulity because nobody paid him any attention. With measured footsteps, Levi placed a hand on his son’s shoulders, making the boy jump a few inches in the air.

“Hey, buddy,” his voice was so soft since his boy looked shaken up just as much as Petra, “why did you take off on me like that? I told you I wanted to talk to you about something.” His son looked up at him with wide eyes so Levi expectantly glanced at Petra. The woman was still silent with that constipated look on her face. “Petra, do you need to take a shit? Why are you looking at Al like that?”

Caelum was breathing heavily, eyes pleading with Petra to let him tell Levi the truth.

With a subtle nod, Petra wiped her eyes and turned to Levi, who had his face scrunched in perplexity. “Like what? I’m not looking at him in a special way.” She shrugged but with one look at the bright-eyed boy beside her friend, her voice started to falter. “I’m looking at him like I’ve looked at him for eleven years. Since the day he came home from the hospital, all wrapped up and squirming for contact with his parents.” Petra looked like she could cry any minute. (Levi was staring at her like she had grown a second head. He was ready to give her a day-off.) “Seven pounds, five ounces, 21 inches long. This is how I look at him.”

Caelum felt himself smile as Petra gestured at him.

“Can I hug him?”

Levi blinked and stayed silent for a second. He lifted his hand from his son’s shoulder and stepped back since Petra wrapped the boy in a tight hug. He felt the back of an armchair behind him, leaning against it with a sigh. “Everybody’s so weird.”

As the woman continued hugging Caelum, she exclaimed, “Oh, he’s so beautiful and he’s grown so much.” The boy nuzzled his head on the crook of his nanny’s neck, a large smile painted on his face.

For once in his life, Levi wanted to sleep the day off. Maybe everything might go back to normal.

Petra pulled away from the hug, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. She pointed at Caelum while trying to control her voice from shaking. “I’m going to make you something special to eat. What do you feel like eating? Anything? You know what?” She waved her hand once she reached the entrance of the kitchen. “I’ll just whip up something from everything we’ve got, okay?” With a last nod and an apologetic smile directed at Levi, Petra went to the kitchen whilst wiping her tears, leaving behind the two Ackermans’.

Now that heartfelt moment ended, Levi knew he had to tell his son what’s weighing on his mind for the past years. All it took were eight weeks for him to steel himself in making a choice he won’t come to regret. If only he had done this when you gave him your back, a baby looking like him snug in your arms and reaching out to a father he won’t come to have. If only he had chased you to London, fighting for your love in front of your parents, promising a life filled with enough luxury for your newfound family. If only he had the strength back then, none of this would’ve happened. So Levi gently directed his son to the couches, sitting in front of the boy on the low table. Their gazes matched each other and it looked like Levi was staring at his younger self.

“We have to talk.” The onyx-haired man’s voice was so soft, matching his visage that was contorted in slight wariness and expectation.

Caelum nodded. “Okay. Shoot, Dad.”

Levi nodded back. “I’ve been thinking about this since you were a toddler and this summer was the only time I could focus on debating with myself on it.” He took a deep breath, his heart thundering in his chest, and his cheeks burning. “Al, I want to get back together with your mom.”

The whole world stopped. Caelum stopped breathing for a few seconds. There was a lack of emotions inside him at first, him just staring like an idiot at Levi. Suddenly, he felt like jumping but that would look suspicious so Caelum abruptly stood up in front of his dad, tingles traveling in every fiber of his body.

“Al?” Levi asked, confused at the constipated look on his little boy.

Bright gray eyes stared back at Levi, Caelum’s grin erasing every doubt in his father’s body. “This is perfect, Dad!”

“It is?” The onyx-haired man trailed off before perking up a little, a small grin tugging his mouth upwards. “Yeah, it is. I decided that I will do everything right this time and have our family back again.” He looked down wistfully on the floor, fingers wringing with each other. He murmured under his breath, “I wonder how Caelum’s doing right now. Will he like me? I’m not exactly awarded with the best father of the year title.”

On the other hand, Caelum heard it and he couldn’t help but grin knowingly. He erased that on his face when Levi looked up at him. “So, Dad, what are you going to do about Cindy?”

“What about the publicist?”

Caelum sat back down, leaning forward to enunciate his next words. “Well, it’s quite obvious that she’s so enamored by you.”

Levi scoffed a disdainful laugh. “Why would she? I’m not interested in her in some way. I don’t even like women her age.”

“That’s the thing, Dad. I heard from her yesterday that you’re planning on telling me something. I figured it would involve her since she suggested it. It might be a different thing than what you told me right now.”

“Oh, that. I decided, with the help of Petra and the other workers, that you will be the face of the tea shop. Since I am not too comfortable with the idea of having my pictures posted on every branch, a majority vote prompted you to do the job. But Mikasa suggested that we also do that by putting you in the new label design. It doesn’t have to have your face on it, just your silhouette. I think Isabelle will do that well enough.”

“So,” Caelum prolonged the word, “you’re not engaged to her, right?”

Levi looked ready to barf his lunch. “What? Where the hell did you get that idea?”

A sheepish smile prevented the laugh that was bubbling in Caelum’s chest. “I tend to overthink at times, Dad.”

The silver-eyed man sighed, running his hand through his hair. “You get that from me.”

“I asked you that because yesterday, she told me you proposed to her because you wanted me to have a mother figure. She even told me you dated because you liked her at first sight. She mentioned that you went horseback riding in the sunset like a typical chick flick pairing and there you confessed that you felt lonely because Mom left you. Oh, I mustn’t forget how you reciprocated her feelings under a moonlit night. Hey, Dad, where are you going? Dad?”

“Don’t mind me, Al, I’m killing a bitch this afternoon and it’s best if you stay put while I do that.”

“Dad?!”

Cynthia Maryland is a fucking menace to society.

It has been so long since Levi met a person who just by talking, brain cells are diminishing at every word they utter. The first one who made him feel this way was a genius, however, they were too much for his social battery. They always hung off of him at times during college all because they were your childhood friend, who followed you to America to make you feel like you had someone in a foreign country back then. That was seen as endearing but this time, it’s fucking irritating. Levi didn’t even have to control himself from showing how much he wanted this meeting to be over.

“Miss Maryland, can you please listen to me for one second?” Levi spat out, the stress coming to him in a migraine.

“I am listening, doll, and I guess those plans with Altair didn’t happen because you have me in your office — doors closed and just the two of us,” Cynthia spoke in a sultry voice that didn’t have any effect on the man slumped on his chair. “I will do anything for you, Mr. Ackerman.”

“Thank God for that.”

Cynthia was over the stars at that statement.

“Because I believe it’s time for your job as my shop’s publicist to be terminated. So I suggest getting out of here.”

“What?!” The brunette all but shrieked.

At the commotion, a knock resonated in the room. “Levi, is everything all right in there?” Mikasa asked. “Do you need me to restrain her?”

“No need, Mikasa,” Levi answered, not looking away from the distressed woman squawking in front of him. “Hey, Maryland, what are you whining about? Didn’t you hear what I just said? You’re fired. What are you still doing here?”

“Pray tell, why are you firing me?! You need me!”

Levi rose an eyebrow. “Why would I need you when I have capable people working on the plantation right now? It was a mistake hiring you. Eld was actually the one who wanted to have a publicist for the tea shops and if my secretary said it would be beneficial to the business, I will always say yes. But I guess he hired the wrong person. As for the question of why I fired you, let’s just say, you were spewing things that weren’t even true. And of all people, you said those things to my son. What are you trying to gain from telling him we’re fucking engaged? Money? My last name?”

The brunette remained silent, angry tears dripping on her cheeks.

“Let me tell you this, Miss Maryland, you’re not worth those things. So if you don’t want me to get fucking angry at you, get the fuck out.”

While the whole debacle with Cynthia was happening in Levi’s office, Caelum was in the kitchen rolling a pin over a chunk of dough. The silver-eyed boy was helping Petra with the afternoon snacks, something that the nanny suggested since Caelum looked bored out of his mind, staring into the high ceiling of the living room while lying on the long couch. Only half an hour passed since Levi stormed into his office, demanding Eld to contact ‘that hysterical fucking woman’, and only two batches of apple turnovers were ready for the oven. There were a lot of workers on the plantation, all of them having big appetites, so Caelum and Petra had a lot of work to do.

Caelum just finished his story of meeting Altair for the first time and his shoulders felt so light after spilling everything out.

Petra pensively gave Caelum a wistful glance. “I’m happy that you two found each other.”

The boy looked up at the redhead. An air of earnest gratitude exuded from her, the idea of two twins reuniting was worth being happy about. Petra wasn’t the only one thanking the moon and stars for granting a request, Caelum felt like his world expanded because of that summer camp. “I am happy, too. I got to meet you, Mikasa, and the workers. I want this stay to last longer than a day but Al and I will eventually go back to our rightful homes.”

“Why are you being sad, kiddo? Didn’t Levi tell you that he’s planning on courting your mom again?”

“That’s the thing,” Caelum mumbled. The dough became too thin to wrap around apple fillings at the force he was pressing down on the rolling pin. He sighed, starting over again. “Mum is engaged to someone in London. I can’t even do anything about it.”

Petra hummed casually. “But Altair can.” Beside her, Caelum once again shifted his attention from the dough to her side profile, making her smile. “One thing I know about Al through the years is that he will do everything to make his plan a success. That brother of yours is a stubborn kid but he’s determined to fulfill his goal, which so happens to be what Levi’s planning, too.” She placed the knife on the cutting board, leaving the apples unattended, and faced Caelum with a half-smile. “How about this, you want to make this a success?”

Caelum nodded.

“Then tell your dad who you really are.”

The boy’s eyes widened. “No!” He looked down, cursing himself for raising his voice at Petra. “I mean, he’ll be mad for sure.”

The redhead chuckled before pointing a ladle at Caelum. “That’s where you’re wrong. Levi was always praying every night to have a glimpse of his other son across the sea. Now that you’re here, you’ll be giving him the happiness he always wanted for eleven years. He deserves to hug you, knowing who you are.”

This is how Caelum found himself standing in front of Levi’s bedroom. It was inevitable anyway — his dad finding out his real identity. Letting out a sigh, Caelum twisted the doorknob with clammy hands, opening the door to the image of Levi reading a book on his bed. The boy smiled when Levi looked up at the sound of the door opening.

Levi took off his reading glasses and smiled. “Hey, kiddo, come in.” He lifted his covers as an invitation for the tentative boy. When Caelum got on the bed, Levi placed his book on the nightstand along with his glasses. For a moment, he only looked at his son with soft eyes as Caelum adjusted the duvet to cover his lap. He pulled him close with an arm around the boy’s shoulders, letting Caelum relax against him. “Did you have a nightmare?” Levi felt his son shake his head. “Is something bothering you?” At the silence, Levi looked down on Caelum's onyx hair. He kissed the side of the boy’s head. “I hope you will feel better once we spend the rest of the day tomorrow.”

“I can’t, Dad, I’m sorry.” It was a low murmur that Levi had to crane his head to hear. “I have to go somewhere tomorrow.”

“And where will this somewhere be? Is Mikasa going with you? Or did Petra invite you to go get the groceries?”

The silver-eyed boy squirmed out of Levi’s hold, burying himself in the think blankets.

“Al? Are you feeling unwell? Kiddo?” Levi tried tickling his son’s sides but was only met with muffled laughs. “Al.”

A British accent enveloped the words Caelum uttered next, “That’s where I’m going! I have to go see Altair.”

“And where might Altair be?”

A pause. “In London.” Levi froze. “With his mum, [Name] [Last Name].”

It was as if cold water surrounded Levi, dunking him in a fever dream. It was too good to be true. Of all the surprises he received for the day, this is by far the most responsible for taking away his voice and steady breathing. He couldn’t think properly at the revelation. So this was the reason why Petra looked like she saw the boy for the first time because she did, after eleven years. His heartbeat echoed through his chest, making a duet with his clattering mind. Levi didn’t know what to do. Should he embrace the son he never got to hug in almost twelve years or should he stay quiet and let the night go on, pretending that this was a dream? His eyes started to burn with unshed tears as he carefully lifted the edge of the duvet off the small figure lying beside him. There was no way this was happening. But as he finally got a glimpse of his son staring up at him, eye shape boring some similarities to yours, Levi let out a shaky breath.

“Caelum?”

Caelum sat up. “Yes, Dad?”

Levi’s vision became blurry, arms instantly wrapping around Caelum. He hugged him tightly, worried that this might be a trick of his loneliness, that this was Altair pretending to be his twin to make him happy. But no. He knew Altair like the back of his hand and if he hugged him like this, the little brat would whine at the long physical contact. This was Caelum, hands gentle like yours as they patted his back. He didn’t know he was crying until Caelum rubbed rhythmic circles on his back to calm him down.

“Al and I met at camp and we decided to switch places.” His breath hitched, nuzzling his head on Levi’s chest. “Dad, I’ve dreamt my whole life of finally meeting you. Seeing you waiting at the airport nearly made me cry because you were exactly like Mum’s vague stories. And Al wanted to meet Mum as well so we sort of made the switch impulsively.”

Levi pulled away, a smile present on his face. “Who exactly made this plan?”

“Never in my life would I suggest switching places with my twin. I told Al this is an idiotic plan yet here we are.”

Levi snorted a laugh. “Of course it’s Al’s idea.”

“But Dad …”

“Hmm?” The man waited patiently for his little heaven to speak up.

“I hope you’re not raging at the moment because I love you so much and I just hope that one day, you will love me as me — not as a mirror image of Al.”

Levi pulled Caelum again in a hug, kissing the boy on the crown of his head. “Did you know I was the one who named you?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Since your mom named Altair after a star, I thought it would be best if you were named after the realm the star is situated. You’re my little heaven, Cae, and nothing can change that. I’ve loved you your whole life. Stop being a mopey little brat — I meant that term in the most endearing way possible because your mother was the original one, she was my pain in the ass — and give your dad another hug.”

Caelum felt like he forgot something, choosing this moment to never mention you being engaged to someone and instead chose to let his dad’s warm hugs lull him to sleep.

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m-jelly · 8 months

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Hello Jelly! I hope your December was fabulous!

I'm wondering what you think Levi's reaction to his young child calling him their superhero might be :) (bonus points for post war Levi)

thank you for being amazing!

Superhero

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, post war, dad Levi, mum reader, fluff, being parents, married life, emotional Levi.

Levi spends some time with his daughter and is moved when she calls him a superhero.

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Lilly giggled as she sat on her father's lap and he wheeled his chair down the town path. It was a father-daughter outing while you were at home with your one-month-old son. Going out with her father was so much fun, but she did miss you and her brother Evan.

Levi came to a stop and watched a confrontation happening. He gave his daughter a hug and knew very well that he might have to get involved, but it would cause a lot of pain in his knee. Using his leg to stop people fighting and help people would likely result in three days of using the chair all day.

The fight was getting worse and Levi had to step in before a poor kid was going to get hurt. He lifted his daughter and sat her on his chair. "Wait there for daddy, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay." She watched in awe as Levi limped over to the two men fighting with a small kid in the middle. "Wow!" Seeing her father scoop up the kid, before leaning on his bad leg and using his good one to kick the drunk abusive man shocked her. The man flew and smashed right through a wooden wall. "Daddy!"

Levi handed the kid over to his father before accepting gifts from the shop owner. The drunken man was a regular pest and it was likely he wouldn't be trouble again because Levi Ackerman stopped him. Once Levi had everything he returned to his daughter and handed her the gifts. He picked her up and sat with a groan in his chair.

Lilly gazed at her dad as he wheeled them out of town. "Daddy?"

Levi smiled at her. "Mm?"

"You kicked that man super hard!"

Levi blushed a little. "I did. You shouldn't do things like that, okay? It's dangerous." He moved his chair back to the house. "Daddy used to fight a lot when he was younger, but he shouldn't now."

Lilly hummed. "You did it to save people."

He gazed at his daughter. "Did your mummy tell you that?"

"Yes." She giggled when she remembered the fun stories about Levi you told, of course you'd tamed it for a little girl. "You're so cool, daddy."

"Thank you."

You hurried out of the house with a smile on your face. "Welcome home you two! How was your outing?"

Lilly slipped off Levi's lap. "Daddy kicked a guy super hard!"

You rushed over to Levi, knelt before him and checked his knee out. "Is your knee okay?"

Levi placed his hand on yours. "It'll be fine. How are you and Evan?"

"We're well. We missed you both."

Lilly stood next to you. "Daddy saved a kid."

You smiled at her. "Your daddy is amazing. He saved so many people from big scary monsters. He flew through the air. He was impressive to watch."

Lilly gasped. "Daddy is a superhero!"

Levi's eyes widened. "Super...I...I'm not..." He saw how much his daughter was grinning, how happy and excited she was. No matter how many dark feelings Levi had about his work in the past, he didn't want to beat himself up in front of his precious daughter. He wanted her to have confidence. "Yeah, that's right."

She bounced up and down. "So cool! My daddy is a superhero!"

You leaned up and kissed Levi. "My superhero too." You wiped his tears away. "Maybe this is what you needed to hear all along, an innocent person's view of you. You're more amazing than you think, Levi."

He whined a little. "This..." He smiled softly. "Thank you, both of you." He picked up Lilly and hugged her tightly. "I love you."

Lilly hugged Levi. "Love you daddy."

You stood up and winked. "Love you always, handsome." You walked inside and picked up your son, before returning to Levi. "This little man loves you too."

Levi smiled when he saw his baby boy. "I love him too."

Lilly giggled. "Daddy is a superhero to Evan too! Daddy is the best!"

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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(OM) You Had A Bad Family In The Human World (Hurt/Comfort)

Lucifer X Reader, Mammon X Reader, Levi X Reader, Asmo X Reader, Satan X Reader, Beel X Reader, Belphie X Reader

Warning: Mentions of bad family life nothing too detailed though, bad siblings, bad parents, abuse injuries.

Lucifer

📚 Lucifer didn’t think there would be a human that would not cause trouble when they were in Devildom but from the moment you got there, you had your head down studied and tried not to cause any trouble.

📚 You cleaned and he didn’t have to make sure that you were at school, you were there early.

📚 It confused him, he heard that most humans your age were irresponsible and inconsiderate but you seemed to be the opposite

📚 He got the chance to address it one evening when you brought him a tea before bed.

Lucifer was still hard at work, as always there were still tons of things that he needed to take care of before the day was done, he wasn’t expecting anyone so when he heard a knock on his office door “Come in.” He called expecting one of his brothers to have a problem that they needed him to fix. “I don’t mean to bother you but I saw that your light was still on and figured you would be up for a little longer.” You stepped forward and gestured to the tea before putting it on the desk a safe distance from the paperwork. “You made that for me?” He asked. “Mm, when I had to sit up back home I always liked to have a hot drink, although I preferred hot chocolate when I could get it.” You shrugged. “I’m rambling I should leave you to work.” “(Y/N) wait.” He said as he put down his pen, he leaned back in his chair. “Your different than I expected you to be.” “Is that bad?” You asked. “No.” He answered honestly as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the rest as he rested his chin on his interlocked fingers. “You far less trouble.” “Well I lived alone, you actually made living here easier when you asked Mammon to keep an eye on me.” You explained. “You lived alone?” He asked. “My mum died when I was born and my Dad got in a drunk accident, I’ve lived alone ever since.” You answered playing with your fingers. “I’m sorry.” He said softly as he watched you carefully. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, you guys are the ones that changed my life anyway.” You shrugged “some might say you saved me, I need to get some sleep, you should get some sleep too.” Lucifer watched you leave a small smile on his face, it had been a long time since someone had considered him a saviour.

Mammon

💳 Mammon had never been good with money but you were the first person that seemed to actually want to help him. 💳 You had finished a shift with him and you were both paid, you saw the look on his face. The one that said he was spending the money already. 💳 You reached over and whipped the money from his hand, you counted it quickly before splitting it evenly for seven days handing him the sum for one day. 💳 He grumbled about it as you pocketed his money, thinking that you weren’t going to give it back because you had found out about the money that he had already stolen from you.

Over the next couple of days, you handed back parts of his money until his next payday where you did the same thing all over again, at first Mammon hated that he didn’t have full control over the money that he was earning but he then realised that he never had to borrow money from his brothers and in turn get in trouble with them when he didn’t pay them back.

One evening on your way back from work he handed you the money and you smiled as you sorted it and handed some back “why do you do that?” He asked. “What?” You asked. “The money, no matter how much money I spent not even Lucifer has done this for me.” Mammon frowned. “Well before I came here, my parents travelled all the time and they left me at home with some money and I had to make sure that lasted until they got back.” You explained. “They left ya alone?” He asked. “Ya had siblings right?” “No, it was just me,” You answered. “You always have that look in your eye, the same one I had on the first month that they left me alone, that month I barely ate anything because I spent all the money on things that I didn’t need.” “Why didn’t ya just get a job?” Mammon asked he didn’t mean to sound harsh but he truly didn’t understand why you had to struggle along like that you seemed completely capable. “I was too young to get a job back then.” You answered with a shrug. “It’s better here though. You guys never leave me alone and you all make sure that I eat.” “Well, I promise The Great Mammon will never leave ya alone again.” He promised and he looked away scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks reddened with his next sentence “if ya need help ask me okay?” “Sure thing Mammon.” You smiled as you grabbed his hand and tugged him along with you.

Leviathan

🎮 Levi didn’t notice anything about you for a long time because he spent so much time avoiding you but once he declared you his new best friend he started to realise that it was very rare for him to hear your voice. 🎮 He tried asking you questions to get you to answer but you often nodded or shook your head in vague response or gave very short answers. 🎮 At first, he thought that you were stilled scared of him due to his actions during the competition but he then realised that you did the same thing with all of his other brothers. 🎮 Levi decided to ask you about it at your next hangout session.

You were sitting cross-legged on the floor watching Levi play a game, he looked at you for a second before looking back at the game “Left or right?” He asked, you looked at the screen for a second before pointing at the path you thought he should go down. “You could have just said which way you wanted me to go.” You smiled but shook your head. “Why?” You looked at him for a second but when you realise that there was no way to answer him without talking. “I don’t want to annoy you.” You answered quietly and he frowned as he moved so that he was facing you. “How could you annoy me?” He asked. “My older siblings used to say that my voice was annoying, they told me never to talk unless they asked me a question.” You explained pulling your legs up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “What happened if you did?” He asked. “They would pretend that they couldn’t hear me or flick my ear sometimes.” You answered. “Anything worse than that?” He asked. “Sometimes.” You admitted, he frowned his fists clenching, he knew the feeling that you were feeling, it was the reason that he never left his room but his brothers never made him feel that way, they all supported him in a weird way and he didn’t know what he would do if they ever turned the other way. “I like your voice,” Levi admitted and your eyes widened. “I-I’d like to hear it more.” “Okay.” You said softly as he turned back to the game.

Asmodeus

💅 Asmo needed a new partner in crime and none of his brothers was going to entertain him. 💅 He decided to come and find you but he couldn’t seem to find you anywhere until he got to your room where he knocked and heard you yell for him to come in, ultimately you denied his request. 💅 Asmo tried asking you to go out with him a few times after that but you always declined, he hardly ever saw you out of your room, he wanted to believe that it was because you were somewhere new but after a while he started to see the way that you enjoyed the time that you spent with his brothers at dinner or at school. 💅 One day Asmo walked past your door and we he looked into your room he saw that you were sitting on your bed but it didn’t seem like he was doing anything.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?” He asked, you looked at him and smiled. “Nothing.” You answered, he frowned as he walked into the room. “Let go do something then.” He suggested and you looked around you almost seemed panicked before you looked at him again. “Are you sure that it’s okay?” You asked. “Of course.” He smiled as he walked into the room and walked over to your wardrobe opening it “where are all your clothes.” “What are you talking about?” You asked as you walked over to him and frowned “they’re all there.” “This is everything that you had back home?” He asked. “Yeah.” You answered. “Well then it’s time for a shopping trip.” He smiled asked grabbed some of your clothes urging you to get changed.

You had been out with Asmo for almost 2 hours as he dragged you from shop to shop, but he was now looking over make up and pointing at different things but he could tell that you were completely lost “you’ve never use make up before?” He asked. “No…” You answered and he looked at you and frowned. “What about your friends? They never used it?” He asked. “I didn’t really have any friends.” You answered as he held a foundation colour to your face before shaking his head and going for another one. “Why? You seem like a prefectly good person to me.” He smiled as he spoke and threw something into the basket. “It wasn’t me or them, it was my Mum, she always wanted me home straight after school, she never let me leave the house, if I left without her permission I’d get some injury that I would have to lie about or hide.” You explained. “Your Mum used to do that to you? Is that why you never leave your room unless it’s dinner or school?” He asked. “Yeah… It’s a hard habit to break, you guys have never made me feel like I have to do that by the way. You guys are the nicest people that I’ve ever met.” You admitted. “Good, now lets get this shopping finished so I can show you how to use everything that we bought today.” He smiled seemingly most excited them he was before as he pulled you to the counter to pay for everything.

Satan

🐈 Satan honestly thought that he was the problem, he was never not the problem. You never looked at him, your eyes were always on the ground. 🐈 He never realised that you didn’t look at any of his brothers, you never looked anyone in the eye. 🐈 One night he walked into the kitchen and saw that you were in there, it seemed at first like you were cleaning up after yourself but as he continued to watch you he saw that you were just cleaning the kitchen in general. 🐈 He caught you doing that every night after that and eventually decided that he was going to ask you about it even if it scared you because after all you weren’t getting much sleep if you were up all night cleaning.

You were in the library this time dusting book cases and putting back the ones that the others had left around “what are you doing in here?” Satan asked as he walked into the library, you turned to him and for a split second you were looking at him then as usual your eyes dropped to the floor as you started fiddling with your fingers. “I’m just cleaning.” You answered. “Why?” He asked. “What do you mean, I always had to do this at home, I got blamed for the mess when I was younger so I just clean everything up you know?” You asked. “Your siblings blamed you for what they did?” He asked and you nodded. “Well that solves one mystery, you don’t have to clean up after all of us, you won’t get blamed for anything.” “I don’t mind.” You answered as you turned to go back to what you were doing but he caught you wrist and you tense up. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said there was a slight edge to your voice and for the first time you looked up at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” “Why do you sound so scared?” He asked his voice was softer this time, he had read enough to know about the signs that you were showing “what happened when you got blamed for all the mess at home?” “My parents got angry.” You answered as his eyes travelled down your face and neck, which for the first time wasn’t shadowed and he could see that there were bruises that seemed to have scarred on your shoulders and neck. “Is that what happened when your parents got mad?” He asked. “Sometimes.” You answered. “Nothing like that will happen here, just go and get some rest okay?” He asked and you looked at him for a second before nodding. “Okay.” You agreed, you walked passed him and back to your room and as he watched you go he realised that maybe his family wasn’t so bad.

Beelzebub

🍫 Beel didnt notice anything different about you at first, if someone spilled their food you would be the first to offer up a replacement or if one of them complained about still being hungry you would offer your food to them. 🍫 It didn’t take long for Beel to realise that you were always offering your food and one night he decided to come to your room with a snack, he noticed that you light was still on when he walked towards the kitchen so on his way back he knocked on the door. 🍫 You called for him to come in and he when he did he smiled as he offered you food and made himself comfortable on your bed. 🍫 When you shook your head at the food he offered he decided to ask you why you always gave up your food.

“Why do you always give everyone else your food?” He asked. “They’re hungry.” You answered with a shrug. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked as he moved to the middle of the bed to face you properly. “Not all the time.” You said honestly. “What about the times when you were?” He asked. “I’m used to it.” You answered and that made him stop. “What does that mean?” He asked. “My family didn’t have a lot of money but we had a lot of mouths to feed and I was one of the oldest so I always gave food to my younger siblings if they needed.” You explained. Beel reached over and grabbed you, pulling you over so that you were sitting inbetween his spread legs and held up half of his sandwich. “Eat.” He ordered. “Beel you got that because you were hungry.” You explained as you looked back at him but he shrugged before pressing it closer to your face. “You didn’t eat at dinner, I remember you gave it to Mammon because Levi threw his across the table.” Beel mumbled and you sighed. “Your not going to let this go are you?” You asked, he smiled down at you so you sighed and took the half of the sandwich taking a bite of it. “Good enough?” “No all of it.” He ordered as he grabbed the other half of the sandwich and started eating himself. “Alright.” You sighed as you leaned back into his chest, he made a noise of approval and from then onwards always offered you food nad made sure that you never gave away yours.

Belphagor

💤 At first there was nothing wrong but after a while Belphie started to notice that the were bags forming under your eyes and you never seemed to be able to focus for very long. 💤 You were sitting a breakfast and you’d fall asleep before he did, he’d push his pillow under your head before it hit the table. 💤 Belphie always saw you head to bed early so he really didn’t know what happened but it seemed like you weren’t sleeping very well. 💤 Finally one night he decided that he was going to go and check on you, you light was off and when he opened the door you were sleeping, he was about to turn around and leave but then you shot up out of breath breathing erratic as your eyes moved around the room before finally landing on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “I’m fine.” You answered rearranging the covers and looking anywhere but him. “You have nightmares?” He asked. “It’s nothing, you dont have to worry about it.” You dismissed him and he sighed before closing the door, he thought that he knew the root of your issues and walked over carefully. “This is because of me isn’t it?” He asked. “No this has nothing to do with you.” You answered and it seemed like you were telling the truth. “You were sleeping fine before.” He reminded you and you nodded. “Because Beel used to sleep in here, I guess he got lonely because you weren’t there with him, so he neded up in here with me.” You answered with a shrug “I forgot about the nightmares for a little while but they’re back.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He asked. “No one to tell.” You answered, you felt the bed dip where he sat. “Beel and I would have helped.�� His answer came seconds after your confession before he climbed over you getting comfortable on the other side of the bed. “I’ll stay right here for the rest of the night.” “What about Beel?” You asked. “He’ll find us if he needs us.” He answered, it was slient for a second before he spoke again “what are they about?” “Just some people I used to live with.” You answered. “They probably don’t even realise that I’m gone.” “They don’t?” He asked as he turned to pull you towards him. “No.” You answered. “Get some sleep.” He prompted “I’ll stay and chase away all the bad dreams.”

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burning-a-bible · 4 years

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Lucifer x Reader

This is on the platonic side but you can also read it as the foundation for a future relationship

Being the Avatar of Pride means that our favourite mum of 6 (arguably 7) keeps up his reputation 24/7, which is why your friendship is a welcomed break from the centuries old routine. Believe it or not, you bring out the playfulness in Lucifer. When dealing with his baby siblings, big bro Luci earned their respect by showing them he is as much of a troublemaker as they are, even if it's only sometimes. After all, to lead a literal war you need to be a rulebreaker. This mischievousness faded... until you showed up! From the very beginning he took interest in your behind-the-scenes schemes. No matter how sneaky you tried to be, Lucifer always knew what you were up to and discretely helped you out. He has learned that whatever you are planning is most likely harmless - like when you secretly downloaded some of Levi's digital art and replaced some of the paintings in the house with it. The childish and innocent mischief grew on him and ta-da! A few murder attempts later and you landed yourself on his very short list of friends. The closer you two got the more he saw you as an equal and a friend rather than someone he has to constantly monitor and control.

Ensue secret shenanigans! Playing little harmless pranks on each other has quickly become Lucifer's favourite past time activity. He's not Satan's dad for no reason. From you printing out memes and leaving one under each stack of papers on his desk to laugh at him boomer-ness to him cursing your pen to go invisible every once in a while. It was never anything crazy but it was all enough excitement to really brighten up Lucifer's day. The mischief! The wholesomeness! For once Luci, Lulu, Mr-I-slept-one-hour-this-week, whatever you want to call him, was in on the joke and could enjoy himself - even if in secret.

Your friendship is filled with smirks and knowing glances.

#obey me #om! lucifer #om lucifer #om! swd #lucifer om #platonic #obeyme #obey me platonic #platonic series #ace

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levixreader · 3 years

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Dad!Levi x Mum!Reader - A Father's Duty

Charlotte: French name meaning freedom

Summary: "So what you're asking me is if you can defile my daughter?" "Dad! That's not what Eren asked!". Yup, not a fun day for you. Warning: Pure fluffiness, Levi deserves happiness ;v;

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A Father's Duty

“So”, Levi started, grabbing the teacup from the top, “What I’m hearing is you want my permission”, he continued bringing the cup closer to his lips, “to defile my daughter?”, he asked sarcastically, a vein in his forehead pulsating. “DAD!”, complained Charlotte, her face beat red in embarrassment, “That is not what he asked!”, she argued, her blush spreading to her neck. Levi’s eyes lazily turn to her small frame, he clicked his tongue, “No?”, he asked his voice not inviting. “No!”, she insisted taking a step towards him. Levi’s grip on the cup tightened.

Eren looked pale, his throat felt dry and raspy as if he had swallowed sand. He had asked Captain Levi if it was alright to take Charlotte to the market with Armin and Mikasa. He had not asked to defile his daughter. How the Captain had gotten to that conclusion was beyond him. Then again, the only time he had seen Captain Levi with that same glare was when he had been beating him half to death at the trial and he was not looking for another beating of the sort.

“He literally said if I could go with them to the market!”, Charlotte continued arguing. Levi, on the other hand, was sipping his tea impatiently with his eyes closed as he tried to block out his daughter’s rambling and whining. “No”, he said firmly drinking the remainder of his tea. Charlotte was by now gripping the edge of his wooden desk, the same vein popping from her forehead. “wHy?!?!”, she moaned her body leaning even further against the desk. “If you want to go to the market, I’ll take you”, he offered setting the cup on its given plate. “I don’t want to go with you!”, she countered.

Levi’s eyes opened.

“Please, dad!”, she begged, her eyebrows scrunching together, very much like you did when you wanted something and he was not yielding. He could feel cold sweat running down his back. He sighed, “three hours”, he said finally caving in. Charlotte squealed making his eyes narrow. She ran around the desk throwing herself against him. He had been sitting with his arms crossed- in other words, completely unprepared to catch the heavy teenager who landed firmly on his body. With wide eyes he welcomed her warmth, soaking in the few seconds she has her arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Ok, ok brat”, he said stabilizing himself as she wrapped her hands around his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”, she said planting a kiss on his cheek. He smiled sadly. “I promise I won’t be a minute late!”, she said pushing herself off from him. “One minute and you’re grounded”, Levi called out as she grabbed Eren’s hand rushing him out of Levi’s office.

The action did not pass unnoticed.

If Levi ever learned that Eren so much as look at Charlotte the wrong way during this little outing, he would rip his arms off. He groaned.

I don’t want to go with you.

When had she ever not wanted to go with him anywhere? He stared absentmindedly at his office door. Had she really said that? He blinked, opting to stare out of the window instead. He could faintly see Charlotte in a group of four chatting away without a care in the world. He could feel a piercing pain dissolving within his chest. She had inwardly hurt him. He didn’t know exactly what to think nor say. He knew she hadn’t meant it the way he had received it, yet, his heartfelt as if it had been punched. After all, he and Charlotte were two sides of the same coin.

His eyes narrowed watching to see if her hand was still locked with the titan shifter. They weren’t. Perhaps it wasn’t that great idea to leave her on her own.

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“MOM!”, shouted Charlotte, stomping her way into the house.

You sighed, you knew that tone, it was the ‘Dad did something to embarrass me’ tone. It was almost eight at night and you had, had an extremely productive day. The house was clean, laundry completely done, even the bedsheets and towels were washed and fluffed. You had even been able to catch lunch at that new little café around the corner. Your day had been, in short, perfect. Well, until whatever goliath of an argument awaited you downstairs.

“Honey!”, it was Levi’s voice now. He rarely called you that. Oh boy, he had done something bad. Peeling yourself from the leather chair of your bedroom, placing the book you had been reading on the small table next to it. You sighed again, not really wanting to deal with whatever had happened between those two. Slowly, you descended the stairs from the second floor. The two seething figures waiting for you in the living room. They weren’t looking at each other. Instead, each on opposite corners, their forehead veins popping out. “Yup, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree”, you thought stepping into the room.

“Mom you won’t believe what dad did!”, Charlotte yelled. “NO, No, no, you won’t believe what this brat here did”, Levi refuted stepping closer towards you. Your eyes remained calm, as they suddenly decided to start screaming at each other. Between the shouts, you manage to understand the gist of the situation.

Charlotte had gone to the market with a group of friends.

There was a boy there.

Levi had followed them to the market.

Boy had tried to grab Charlotte’s hand.

Levi attacked said boy.

“Ok, ok!”, you hollered, effectively shutting them both up. You sighed, for the thousand time. “Let me get this straight”, you said already half annoyed, “Your dad attacked someone?”, you asked. “No”, “Yes!”, they both said at the same time. “I didn’t attack him”, Levi denied. You stared at him, eyes narrowed, not believing a word he was saying. “Yes, you did!”, claimed Charlotte, now glaring at Levi. Levi returned the glare, “Watch your mouth brat”, he chastised. Charlotte, however, didn’t back down.

She was like him in that sense too. She didn’t respond to commands if she did not agree with them, especially if she knew they were wrong. She didn’t respect anyone who hadn’t earned it. And, by the looks of it, at the moment, she didn’t hold Levi in such high regard.

“You stalked me and suddenly attacked Eren!”, she seethed. You watched them continue arguing. You sighed, so much for a perfect day. “Ok, that’s enough”, you clapped stopping them a second time. “Charlotte go upstairs, take a shower and cool down”, you suggested. Charlotte looked defeated, “But mum!”, she whined, “No buts, go”, you ushered. She groaned but obeyed. You watched as her head hung low as she made her way upstairs.

Once her steps no longer echoed through the living room. You turned to glare down Levi, “Aja”, you begun, crossing your arms in front of your chest in disapproval, “What is this I hear?”, you asked severely. He wore a calm expression, but you knew better. “I did nothing”, he said his eyes meeting yours. “So you didn’t hit this Eren boy?”, you questioned. He clicked his tongue at the mention of Eren’s name. “I didn’t beat him up”, he offered. You sighed, already exhausted. “Levi”, you called out walking in his direction. “What were you thinking?”, you asked wrapping your hands around him. “I-I don’t know”, he answered truthfully, his body relaxing in your embrace. “Did he tried to touch her?”, you asked. He paused, unsure of what to say, “…yes”, he answered reluctantly. “Did you at least give him a black eye?”, you enquired making him smile. “No, but his jaw will need some time”, he said chuckling. “Good”, you replied returning his smile. “You know you can’t do that though”, you added, pushing him slightly to meet his gaze. He rolled his eyes, “I know”, he reassured. “No one touches our daughter without consequences”, you said making his smile widen. “Apologise tomorrow and let her hang out with her friends in peace”, you declared. He groaned, “Not with Eren she can’t”, he said pulling you up the stairs.

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tree0frog · 3 years

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violin hange zoe x gn reader part 4

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Dear Y/n

we hope you are doing well when you get this letter it is just to say that we are hosting a party and four of your higher-ups are coming and will be staying with us we will be awaiting your arrival its for the full weekend see you soon

Sincerely M/N and D/N

~Y/N POV~

my mind was racing I knew that it was most likely hange, Levi /Erwin and moblit would be there so that was going to be fun and second of all they have my violin so I'm most likely going to get killed by someone about that, I left a letter to say bye to Sasha. After about an hour I arrived because I waked slow as fuck, I was welcomed by my parents I was an only child and I sometimes wished I had slings . I excused myself to get changed into a plain shirt and jeans and unpack my belongings.

Hange's POV

I grabbed the violin and made my way to the others Sasha was taking to the three men but stop when I walked up to them we all said our goodbyes and , soon enough we made it to where we would be staying for the first night I decided to run to the L/N home to hand in there violin I knocked on the door and waited till someone opens it "can I help you " a man with H/C asked "ah yes you see I found this out behind our building and it has your last name engraved on it so I thought return it "I handed him the violin "ah thank you ""hange Zoe ""well thank you hange this is much appreciated have a good evening"the man said I nodded and handed back to the small hotel we were staying at for the night

No One's POV

after the change, lest Mr L/N called N/N down "be more careful with these pleas "he spoke "oh ya sorry who brought it back "they asked, "someone called hange Zoe" with that name N/N's face slowly t ruined a bright red their mum knew what was going on but their dad well he had no idea why his child was red in the face from someone's name.

#aot x reader #aot #hange x y/n

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happydaysandersen · 7 years

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Content.

Author Notes

Basically, my return from a dry patch. I do hope its okay.

An anon had requested Vulnerable Ivar smut. I do hope this is okay? (but not too similar to what I’ve already done)

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Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word count: 6,544

Warnings: SMUT, slight angst, first time.

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You made your way into your family house, knowing that no one would be around. With your dad being away on business, and your mum helping Queen Aslaug and others prepare for the festivities. You could feel the butterflies awake in your stomach as you made your way deep into the house. You have company due and wanted to get ready. As you started pouring out some ale, in two horn cups ready. “Okay, stay calm you’ve done this a dozen times before” you told yourself aloud, taking deep breaths.

It wasn’t long until your heard the familiar sound of dragging outside your front door. Signalling that company had arrived. You waited until he made his way inside. You gave him a small smile as he peered his head round the door. “is it safe?” he asked as you nodded grabbing his drink and sitting down at your table. Ivar had levied himself up and onto a seat opposite you. “Thank you for the drink” he smiled placing his lips to the cup, taking a sip.

“It’s okay… couldn’t have you go without” you said with a smirk as your lips mirrored his own. His head tilting in the famous way, softening you up immediately. In doing so, your nerves disappeared. “So, what brings you here Ivar?” you asked. You knew why he was here, you couldn’t help but love his company or the reason. Knowing that he loved spending time with you. Just the two of you, no villagers, no parents. But you never knew what to make of the situation. You were childhood friends, you knew deep down that you loved him. Sometimes you thought it was possible that he might have loved you in return. A glimmer in his eyes. But then when you were out in public, there was nothing. Just distance, throwing in the odd jokey insult, as you would when you were kids.

“I wanted to see you… before the celebrations tonight” he stated with confidence. “I wanted you to myself”. He added with a smile reaching across the table and opening his hand out for yours. You obliged with giving him your hand. Your lips curving up, framing a smile as his strong hand held onto yours. Managing to intertwine your fingers in his. His fingers were coarse and ever so thick, yet strong. The way they felt so sturdy in between your own. Evident from his ability to use this, pulling his own weight about to move. He pulled the back of your hand to his lips. Swapping his horn for your hand. Placing a gentle kiss against the skin, his breath radiating and warming you. Warmth flowing through your body. The way he let them linger there, driving you insane with wild thoughts. When he did things like that, the small things. You were certain he saw you as more than a friend… but at the same time, not enough to say he loved you. You opened your hand, his fingers never letting go as you reached up, caressing his jaw and cheek with your thumb.

“My parents will be back soon Ivar” you stated calmly. Even you could hear the sadness in your own voice.

“Can we just cuddle?” he asked with a smile. You nodded in response as you got up from your seat.

You could feel Ivar watch you, taking in your every movement. His eyes never letting you go, as you made your way to him. Helping him up from his chair and letting him rest his weight on you.

“Thank you Y/N” he said with a smile. Manoeuvring around next to you, taking slow but steady steps, until you made it to your room. Gently helping him down on your bed.

“what are you thanking me for?” you asked out of curiosity. Knowing that you hadn’t done anything spectacular. Ivar was definitely not one for showing appreciation for others, being even less likely to apologise or thank them. As you sat on your bed and positioned yourself on your back. Rolling over as far to the side as you could. You watched Ivar practically throw himself back onto your bed, using his arms to lift himself up. Rolling on to his front, making himself eye level with you.

“I really do appreciate you” he said with a smile. His lips hovering inches from yours. Feeling each of his breaths, against your skin as you smiled back. You couldn’t help but watch how close he got to your lips. Pin pointing your sight to his nose. Eventually going cross eyed in a funny pout. This is turn causing Ivar to laugh, admiring your goofy personality. Resting his forehead against yours, moving to kiss your cheek. Rolling back over and onto his side. Draping an arm over your hips. As you both just laid their staring at each other.

“I wish we could just stay here tonight? Not have to go to some party with everyone”. You said breaking the silence. As Ivar lowered himself down in the bed, resting his head on your breast. You couldn’t help but let out the biggest sigh, laughing at his head dropping and raising, mirroring the movement of your chest as you exhaled.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt content” he said aloud. Pausing for a moment. “Not like I do, when I’m with you” he stated finishing on an exhale.

You couldn’t help but take his words as confirmation that you were special. Special to him, more than just a friend. Even though he didn’t have many. Your fingers gliding through his hair braids, readily made for the evening event. You could feel him cuddle up into you, his hands holding the fabric of your dress gently, like a child with a blanket.

You wanted nothing more, than to be able to have more of this. Having him to yourself, in the most intimate ways. You Loved how peaceful he was. How he knew that you made him happy. It was only when you remembered that you had to get ready for the nights festivities. That you waved him bye and saw him out the house.

~*~*~*~

You had finally got yourself ready for the night, wearing a green gown with gold trimmings, your hair and makeup courtesy of your mother. You couldn’t wait to see Ivar again, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off you. Feeling confident and beautiful, finally dressed up. Giving yourself one more glance in the glass mirror, before turning around to meet your family outside to head over.

As your mother and father walked linking arms ahead of you. You couldn’t help but, admire the sound of the music escaping the great hall, or the cool breeze on your skin as you walked. The music getting louder, until you were at the door. You could feel the vibrations of the music and the laughter under your feet as you walked in.

Your followed your mother as closely as possible, while she introduced you to new people. You knew immediately that she was trying to find you a suiter. The realisation, instantly causing your previously excited mood to vanish. You couldn’t help but scan the room and many faces for Ivar. You finally found him sitting next to the Queen. You gave him a small smile and an even smaller wave. His face lighting up when he saw you. Giving you a nod from behind his cup and a subtle hand wiggle back. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed his reaction. As you nodded back and turned to find your mother again.

Amongst all the men trying to make conversation with you, you couldn’t help but feel saddened by the cold greeting from Ivar. Deep down you knew you weren’t sure on how he would react. You had hoped for more than a damn finger wiggle, and a smile hidden behind his cup.

You shook your head as if trying to shake the thoughts out of it. Deciding to pay attention to the men in front of you. There was no denying some of them were attractive. Showing off their strength and stories. Some were so much older than you were though. Only a few at your age, one in particular, trying to catch your attention. As you smiled back and he nodded for you to join him. As you apologised to the man now rambling on in front of you. You made your way to him and rearranged your hair nervously.

“Hello, I’m Y/N” you said reaching out your hand for a shake.

“I’m Asmund” he said with a smile. Taking your hand and placing a kiss to it. Your cheeks flushing red as you smiled back.

“Well Asmund, what are you doing here? You don’t look familiar?” you asked curiously.

“I can only assume to find a wife” he rolled his eyes and looked around and the evident pairing going on with the crowd of people. You couldn’t help but laugh, at his reaction to the whole situation he was.

“What about you?” he asked. You could see him relax at you laughing.

“Obviously my parents think it is time I make someone a good wife” you said matching his eye roll and shrugging your shoulders. Causing him to laugh at you in return.

“Maybe we could sit together for the food? Discuss how we both dislike this whole event” he smiled. “Maybe get to know each other?” he added, his hand finding the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously.

“I guess we could give that a go?” you replied with a smile. You couldn’t help but feel relieved that someone was paying you attention. Thinking about how getting to know someone knew could be a good thing.

He reached out for your hand, you placed yours in his and smiled at him. Following him to available seats at the table. Ready to eat, making idle chit chat. You couldn’t help but appreciate how funny he was, making you laugh effortlessly. You couldn’t help but feel Ivar watching you from his seat on the head table. Making noise, slamming his fist even his cup down with a thump trying to get you to look. But you refused, knowing you couldn’t keep on as you were. Knowing he wasn’t going to change it so you had to.

“that man there keeps looking at you” Asmund said nudging his head to Ivar’s direction avoiding eye contact.

“I know” you said sharper than intended as you puffed a stray hair out of your sight not turning to his direction.

“I do hope I’m not getting in between anything” He said turning to face you. You could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“Not at all, I have to move on anyway” you said softer than before, tilting your head to get the hair out of your face once it had returned again over your eye.

“So there was something?” he asked raising a brow at you. Your eyes rolling immediately at him not dropping the topic.

You couldn’t help but think through what you wanted to say, being careful not to ruin or scare him off.

“Nothing that was ever acted on or said aloud” you said having finally realised it yourself.

“Well that makes so much sense” he added, giving you a small nod and a smile as he brushed the hair out of your face and behind your ear. Tilting your head to head to his touch and biting your lip with a small nod back.

“We should eat and maybe go for a walk?” he said with a smile as he pointed towards your food growing cold.

“We should do that” you said with a smile as you nodded now diverting your attention to your food. Only when a hand reached your shoulder and startled you that you looked up.

“Hello Hvitserk” you smiled as greeted you.

“Ivar asked me, to ask you, if you would please sit next to him” he said, rushing the words out of his mouth. Wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

“I’m a bit busy here. Sorry” you replied turning away and cutting the meat ready to put to your mouth.

“Okay, I don’t ask much or really anything of you Y/N” he said taking a seat. “But will you please sit with Ivar, talk things through and let me get back to my food” he paused for a moment “Please”. He asked almost in a beg as watched you eating your own food.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Hvitserk and his relationship with food. Obviously upset at being kept from it. “like I said, I am busy trying to get to know new people” you said with a smile.

“Fine, but I’m taking some potatoes and meat” He said scooping some of your potatoes into his hand and taking a bite of meat of your fork. Before moving back to Ivar and his own seat. Causing you and Asmund to laugh, as he replaced some of the potatoes from his own plate.

Your laughter was cut short by the sound of an almost animalist growl. Coming from the head table to your left. As the hall fell quiet, as you turned to look at the only person known to be capable of such a sound.

“do you think this is funny?” he asked quietly enough for you to hear clearly.

“Pardon Ivar?” you asked raising your brow at him. His eyes growing wide and dark.

“Do you, Y/N. Think it is funny to ignore a prince?” he asked. You could feel all the eyes, every last one focus on you. The queen hiding behind her food and your mother shaking her head at you. Mouthing the words ‘ignore him’.

As much as you wished you could, you were so upset. So very angry at him. First he upsets you by just a finger wiggle greeting, then he has the audacity to send his brother over asking for you. Now he has the nerve to call you out in front of everyone. You could feel your hands shaking, with nerves and anger. As you stood up from your seat and looked him square in the eyes.

“No Prince” you echoed in a mocking but sub-servant way. As you curtsied down in your dress. “What I do find funny, is you sending your brother over to me” you said looking up at him. You could see the anger on his face, as you stood up properly. “Especially when it was just to ask little me to sit with you”.

He was at a loss for words. You could see the hurt and the anger on his face. Your eyes filling with tears at how embarrassed you felt. Refusing to let them fall. You turned on your heel, making your way out of the hall. All that could be heard was Ivar screaming for you to get back. But you didn’t, you just walked. Walked as far as your feet would carry you. Tears finally falling from your eyes. As you made your way to your stone.

You couldn’t remember how long it had been since you got there. But the cold night air was the only thing reminding you that you were there. Lost in your own thoughts. Until you heard a familiar but, unwanted voice behind you.

“Y/N” it called out to you. It was Ivar, you could tell by how it sounded cautious, yet sad. Even as if he had cried or was trying not to.

“Leave me alone Ivar” you called back keeping your face to the coast below you. watching the waves in the night.

“Please, let me come closer?” he asked, this time his voiced cracked with emotion.

“I said. Leave me alone Ivar” you almost shouted it this time. Standing up and facing him. “Leave me alone”. You whispered. Taking in the sight of him. He looked like a broken man before you.

His eyes looked up to you. They were red and puffy, tear stained even as he hobbled closed to you on his two feet and crutches. Tears still glistening, threatening to fall.

“Please, let me stay. Please, can we talk” he begged. The man in front of you, no longer resembling friend you grew up with. His voice cracking again from emotion.

“Have you been crying?” you asked, the look on his face evident. You felt like you had to hear him say it. Have him admit he was human.

“Nonstop since you walked out the hall” he looked at you. Letting you look at him, giving you a chance to expect the damage.

“Why were you crying?” you asked taking a step back. Not wanting to get to close to him.

“Please don’t step back, I won’t hurt you. I couldn’t, please don’t be scared” he begged, rushing the words out. Trying to catch his own breath.

“I don’t want to be around you right now Ivar” you said, folding your arms over your body.

His eyes gliding over you, as you took a step back. Taking one last look, before falling to the floor and crying. You could feel the impact of his fall, vibrate under your feet.

“Ivar please don’t get worked up” you asked looking over at him, your heart sinking at how bad you felt. Seeing him so emotional and vulnerable, before your very eyes. A sight you hadn’t seen before neither was you prepared for.

“I don’t want to lose you” he whispered. Loud enough for you to hear that he had spoken but, not enough to understand.

You took a step closer to him, sitting on the ground with enough distance for you to get up and run if needed. “What did you say?” you asked, a softer tone to your voice. Trying to calm yourself down enough to hear him out.

“I said I don’t want to lose you” he said calming down himself. Emotion still raw in his voice. “I can’t lose you Y/N” pulling his legs to the front of him, sitting up mirror your own position.

“Why did you embarrass me like that?” you asked. Blinking back a tear, remembering how he spoke to you. As if you were no more than a mere servant.

“I asked for you to sit next to me” he sighed, tilting his head as he always did.

“You asked me through Hvitserk, that wasn’t you asking me”. You said now getting up to your feet to leave.

“Please don’t go” He begged reaching for your feet. “Please Y/N”. His voice shaking again.

You turned to face, letting the tears fall freely again.

“You had greeted me so coldly, you have embarrassed me, belittled me… in front of everyone” you paused “You’re playing this off like it’s nothing”. You took a breath in preparation. “You’re asking me to stay because that is all you have had to do previously”. Your tears falling now on his hand holding on to your foot. “I have to move on, this isn’t right Ivar”. You finished what you had to say and getting ready to leave silence filling the night air.

“I want you to stay, I want to talk this through Y/N” He said puling himself closer to you. Sitting at your feet, looking up to you. “Please, let me make this right. I can get better” He finished begging you again.

You sat down again, letting out one more sigh. “You have to know how I felt Ivar, you won’t like it”. You said with a stern tone.

“I want you to tell me, please”. He reached for your hand placing it to his cheek like you had earlier. You could have sworn you felt his whole body relax just at your touch.

“I got dressed up tonight for you” You said taking your hand away, so he could listen to you. “I couldn’t wait to see you, or how you looked when you saw me. All I got, was a finger wiggle and a smirk behind some cup”. You played with your dress nervously now. “I didn’t know it was some sort of pairing ceremony Ivar, my parents never said” rolling your eyes. “You had to get your brother to ask me to sit next to you. You couldn’t even do that yourself, had you have paid me the slightest attention and asked yourself I would have sat next to you”. Now looking at him, not breaking eye contact “The worse when you called me up in front of everyone. You spoke to me like I was a mere servant who had brought you the wrong drink”. Tears filling your eyes again, “Not like I was the childhood friend I had always been”.

His hand brushed up against your cheek, gently rubbing the tears away.

“I’m so sorry you felt that way, all of it Y/N” he stated. His eyes not leaving yours, his hand holding your cheek, keeping your face still.

“When I saw you, I wanted to approach you, I really did. I wouldn’t have made it to you quick enough. My brothers would have mocked for showing you anything. You were the most beautiful woman in the whole hall, not one coming close to comparison. I wouldn’t have known what to do”. He said resting his forehead to yours. You could tell his words were true, he meant every, last one. His forehead clammy from getting so worked up earlier. “I was so jealous seeing you with that man. I didn’t realise I had ever been jealous, not as deeply as I was watching you with him. Seeing you laughing and smiling and ignoring me”. He moved his face down to your cheek, placing a gentle kiss on where your tears had previously raced. “When you spoke up to me like that, in the hall. I had never realised how grown you were, how grown we both were. How perfect you have been to me. I couldn’t watch you leave with him”. His face was warm against your skin, his words hitting you with every beat.

“My parents are right though Ivar, I do have to have to find a husband”. You said welling up. Having Ivar confess everything, but having the realisation hit. You were grown, you had to make a good wife to someone. You couldn’t be branded a spinster.

“I know you do” he replied. leaning back and looking at you, “Be mine?” he asked. Almost shocked at his own words.

“Pardon Ivar?” you asked, yourself taken a back what you had heard.

“Be mine, be my wife” he asked again more confidently. You went to speak, to tell him how crazy that was. The moment your lips moved, and words went to leave your mouth. His lips came crashing down on them. They were coarse but plump. Your lips moving with his, as if they had done it a dozen times before. His hand Making its way to the back of your neck, pulling you into him. You leaned up and shimmied on to your knees, now towering over him, leaning into to him. His tongue anxiously brushed against your bottom lip. Your lips parted to let his tongue in. Your own tongue meeting his and dancing it out. His hands falling to your hips and easing you onto his lap. Pulling away to look at you. as You sat down gently not to catch his legs, catching your own breath in the process. You guys had kissed, cheeks mostly. soft and tender kisses but, that was hunger, desperation, intense. He let out a gentle ‘hmm’, you could tell he was unsure of what you made of it, or what to do.

“do you mean it?” you asked him as you placed a hand to the back of his neck. His eyes watching you intently. Giving a gentle nod. “I do Y/N, marry me?”.

You smiled at him as he leant in pressing his lips to your jaw line, “Is that a yes?” his hands holding your hips, pulling you closer to him. Unafraid of your hurting his legs in any way, you could feel all of him under you, the tightness of his pants around his crotch, the thinness of his legs and the fabric straps supporting them.

“Why me?” you asked leaning back, causing him to pout. You let out a small giggle as he rolled his eyes.

“Because tonight had proved to me, that I can’t see you with another”. He stated, thinking about what else he wanted to say.

You moved off his lap, taunting him by moving away. “So, you want to keep me for yourself, like a toy?” you asked mock hurt, wanting more from him.

He shifted his legs behind him as he crawled to you, Minimalising the distance you had made. Eventually crawling between your legs and resting his hands ever side of your stomach. As you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Tonight had made me realise that my feelings for you were not only valid, but real” he stopped nudging your back down as he hovered over you, his face inches from your own. “You are the only one for me, I can be myself with you”. he placed gently kisses along your cheek and jaw, causing you to giggle at the featherlight touch. “You Have sacrificed so much, for so long”. As you raised your skirt up over your knees, stopping it from getting in the way of him getting closer to you. “I want everyone, from family to the towns folk and visitors to know. To know that you we are together. If you’re okay with that? In the eyes of the gods?” He added as your titled your head, placing your lips to his.

“I want that” you said, your lips never leaving his as you spoke. You feel his lips turn to a smile. Against your own, his breath warming you up in the cold air.

“you’ve made me so happy” he said, dropping his hips against your own, his hand falling to your waistline. You hand looped over his shoulders playing with the fine hairs on the back of his neck with your fingers.

“Have I now Ivar Lothbrok” You smirked as looked down at you raising a brow.

“you have love” He smiled “You look so mischievous, what is running through that brain of yours”.

“I just can’t believe we’re doing this” you said pointing at him and yourself as he laughed.

“Well I’m glad it’s us two” he said before rolling off you and lying next to you in the long grass.

You sat up shocked “did I say for you to stop?” you said already missing the way he felt between your legs.

“You certainly didn’t” He stated surprised at your sudden confidence. As you placed your legs either side of him, sitting on him again placing your hands on his chest. His mouth agape, watching on at you. He sat up kissing you gently.

“we don’t have to rush pet” he whispered, “we’re going to have the rest of our lives”.

“But, tonight has already been a night of so many firsts” you whined, knowing that you had only just had the confidence to act on your feelings.

“I have never been with a woman”. He stated a loud, thumping his head back on the grass. “What if it doesn’t work” he hurried out, “what if I won’t make a good husband because, not only do my legs not work my prick wont either”. He almost finished almost crying.

All you could do is lean in to him, wipe his tears away. “It’s okay Ivar, you’re going to make the most amazing husband. Working prick or not”. You kissed the corner of his lips. His hand holding his mouth as he cried again. “I’ve never been with a man” you added in reassurance.

“You haven’t?” he asked holding on to your arm.

“Never, I’d love for my first to be you. Even if it isn’t tonight”.

He sat up and kissed you again, starting off gentle and tender. As you gently bit down on his lip and pulled away. Ivar was smiling and letting out a long sigh. Catching his breath. Dragging your lips gently along his cheek, placing the occasional kiss. Traveling further down and along his jaw. You could feel his breathing getting faster. It wasn’t until you made it to it his neck, a certain spot just off from his apple. That he let out a small hum, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you down on his crotch. He shook his head not even realising how fast he did it.

“Sorry” he coughed out, causing you to laugh.

“It’s okay. Although, it seemed as if you liked it for a moment Ivar” you smirked.

“I felt something”. He whispered as he kissed you. You pulled back and smiled at him.

“my lips? or down there?” You rolled your eyes down to his evident and bulging fabric between you’re your and him.

“down there” he whispered as his bit lip nervously. You couldn’t help but smile, as you placed your lips to his neck again. In search of the same spot. It not being long until you find it, as he released another noise, faintly resembling a moan.

It was only when his hands moved from your hips to his pants, that you stopped him.

“Let me” you whispered as you undid his trousers, manoeuvring yourself around yours hands gliding the fabric over his prick and down his legs. Catching a glimpse of his legs. You could see the panic on his face, as you sat back covering them with your dress.

“They weren’t that bad Ivar” you reassured him. “Yet let me know if I hurt them”. As he nodded placing a hand to your neck pulling your down to him. His body flat against the ground. Your hovering over him, not being about to keep your eyes closed. Ivar sensing this opening his own.

“Have I done something wrong?” he asked nervously.

“Not at all, I’m just admiring you” you said with a smile. Sitting up straight. His arms were huge and sturdy, from acting as his legs to move. His chest was toned, rock hard even from all of his training with his brothers. His skin surprisingly tanned given the dreary weather.

Your eyes lowering to his prick. The Prick he was so worried about, standing tall. Looking ever so thick. The tip poking out almost excitedly.

“Well Ivar, it would definitely seem your prick works love”. You said trying to hide your own fear.

Ivar sat up and looked down. Almost amazed at himself.

“We don’t have to go through with this” he said trying to encourage you to see sense. However, you knew you already had.

“will you stop worrying, help me out of this dress” you asked him. Raising a brow as you turned around. Revealing the lace that held it together.

You could tell his hands were shaking, as they undid the bow, calming as the dress loosened within his fingers. You stood up and shimmied the dress down from your body. Leaving Ivar gawking at you. He was actually shocked at how much of a woman you had become. Your curves evident and boobs perky. As he offered you a hand and allowed you to lower yourself on him.

Skin to skin, is how you stayed for some time. Him not letting you go, just holding onto you. Your hands running through his hair as you had done plenty of times clothed previously.

It wasn’t until you felt Ivar’s prick twitch under you, that you had remembered you were in the middle of something. He placed a hand on your breast, his lips on the free one. Twirling your nipple in his fingers. This time it was your time your get vocal. As a moan escaped your lips causing Ivar to stop his tongue mid flick and fingers mid roll to look up at you.

“Don’t stop” you whispered as he gave you a smile, this time watching the look on your face, the way your lips pursed together, the feel of your chest raising and falling as the moans left your lips. He couldn’t help but watch and take in the sight before him, knowing that his touch was doing this to you. Increasing his confidence.

Your back arching into his touch as he took his hand fingers off your breast, making their way down to your core. You gasped at his touch, his fingers coarse feeling so gentle. He let out a deep and nervous breath as the air brushed against your nipple. causing your legs to weak and sit down. He gave you a smile, you leaned in kissing him in reassurance.

“You can touch it Ivar” He nodded still unsure, “I want you to touch me”. He smiled at you, nervously gliding two fingers along your slit. Parting your two lips. You let out a moan, reaching your hand down to stroke his prick. He let out a gasp and closed his eyes while you both worked at getting familiar with each other.

“I can feel you” he whispered in excitement. You smiled at him. As you started stroking his shaft, tightening your grip and picking up the pace.

“is that okay?” you asked trying to pick up a rhythm. He bit his lip nodding at you, His breathing getting harsh. In between his moans, you could see him biting his lip and even glide his tongue nervously along his lips.

His fingers started sliding up and down your slight, gently tapping them. Trying to figure out what to do. Eventually he decided to place his thumb to your bud, gently rubbing it in circular motions. As you let out the loudest moan. Reaching to his shoulder for support to prop you up. Your body trembling.

“Fuck Ivar” you hissed.

Receiving the loudest laugh, you’d heard all night. He licked his thumb, placing it back on your bud. The slick feeling coating his thumb, paying attention to your bud. Causing another moan and wave of shakes ripple through your body.

It was only when He inserted a fingertip. That your head flung back. As you let out a slight moan, trying to get accustomed to his finger. When he felt you relax, he edged it in a little further.

“is that okay?” he asked concerned at the flinch on your face.

You nodded, leaning in kissing him. His finger circling and thrusting inside you. once you got used to it, you loved the feeling of a small part of him being inside you.

It was when you ran your finger over the tip of his prick. That caused a gasp from him against your lips. “You okay there?” you asked concerned.

“That felt so good” he whispered back. You finger repeating its last movement, this time his prick twitched and released a little on your finger tip.

“Well it definitely works Ivar” you said with a smile. Showing him your finger tip.

“Get it away from me” he said, as he inserted a second fingertip inside you. causing you to gasp.

“that was unfair” you whined, as you lowered yourself down his fingers. His wrist picking up the pumping motion. He smirked at the idea of your hips bucking into his palm. As you placed your finger to your lips sucking the sticky liquid off your fingers.

“oh gods” he muttered in awe at you.

“It didn’t taste to bad” you added as he pulled you into a kiss. Your tongues fighting it out. His fingers pumping into you. curling eventually hitting a spot. As you let out a moan. Feeling a surge of warmth flurry through you. As you rocked gently back on to his hand.

“Fuck Y/N”

As your body started shaking, a the warmth leaving you and flow down your legs.

“did you just?” he asked puzzled looking at his fingers, soaked. “Was that an orgasm?” he asked you.

“I really do hope so, or you’ve broken me” you said getting a little sore once you started seeing straight.

“So we’re done?” he said raising a brow and licking the length of his fingers.

“I can’t imagine so” pointing towards his prick. As you leaned into to him again, kissing him again. As your hand reached down to his dick.

“You haven’t got to” he pulled back holding your hips.

“I want to Ivar” you said as you tried to align his prick at your entrance. Rubbing your throbbing entrance along his tip. His eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“okay Love, but stop if you can’t?” Ivar whispered.

You lowered yourself on to his tip. His tip alone stretching you out as you bit your lip. Ivar’s eyes flinging open. He helped you ease down on to him. Letting out a gasp as you made it halfway.

“Just stay there” he said as he tried to get comfy, you not adjusting to the feeling of his member inside you. It felt so much bigger than it looked. It had looked fairly big when it was standing there. As you began to move up and down, sliding further down. It was only when you hit the end that you could feel it. As if poking at your inside.

Ivar’s hands griping into you’re your hips. His mouth a gap, letting the moans escape freely. He could definitely feel it all. You were relieved to have been able to take it all. You rocked back and forth, picking up a rhythm. His hands guiding you, his hips thrusting as best they could. As you soon felt your body tremble again. The pair of you getting sweatier than any training session.

You cries getting louder each time your bodies met, as your held onto his chest to support yourself. It was long before you hear Ivar let out the loudest moan. His prick twitching against your walls. As you fell onto him feeling his seed fill you. Own climax hit leaving you both, sticky and shaking messes.

As he pulled out of you, letting you lay on his chest. His arms wrapping around you. Holding you tight, as you both caught your breath.

“that was incredible Y/N” he stated aloud playing with your hair, as you looked up at him. Your fingers tracing shapes along his torso as you smiled.

“I’m glad it was with you Ivar” you said as you placed your head back on his chest. Keeping your legs inside his, your bodies still touching as they fell.

“I do love you Y/N.” He said aloud leaning up and kissing your head. “I did before this. But, now I can’t wait to get familiar with all of you”.

As you laughed and nodded in response.

“Well my answer is still yes”. You added with a smile, his eyes going big the brightest blue.

“Then I stand my statement, you have made me the happiest and most content I’ve ever felt”.

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