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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 3 months

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Simeon(10/02)-TSL convention with the best author of them all

has 1169 words, I feel like Simeon is OOC though...

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did you anticipate there would be a celebration for Simeon´s or for most of them “Christopher Peugot´s” birthday in the TSL fandom? considering Levi is a part of it actually yes you did but that isn´t the point, buuuut that´s the perfection distraction you need for him not only would he like to see his fans and how they see his work but Luke asked you for a distraction so they can put the finishing touches on his surprise party

also it had the added bonus of both of you enjoying some nice peace and quiet in the Human World away from everybody else and you got to give him his present early it was a bunch of kisses <3… and he got a printed out, leather bound and 100% comprehensible dissection of his work because you are very normal about it, honestly it´s more like the ramblings of a madman but he could understand it so mission accomplished also he did seem to enjoy that you liked it so much to do this so mission even more accomplished in your eyes

but back to what you two were there for it´s … honestly a pretty nice convention in your eyes but that just might be because you didn´t encounter any gatekeepers so far which greatly improves everything

you were holding Simeon´s hand and looking up at him “so watcha think about this? kinda interesting huh?” he was looking around “it´s… a really interesting experience” you had to hold back a laugh “if you think this is interesting now you should see how it was on social media” this caught his interest “there was even more?”

“oh yeah a bunch of people drew fan-art and everything, some even speculated on how you could look”

“I have a bad feeling”

“everybody drew you like one would an ancient wizard, some got really close to how you actually look” he gave you a small smile “so they drew me as Solomon? as long as they didn´t give me his interesting culinary abilities I could live with this” you were laughing now, so loud in fact some were staring at you dunno why though you are barely louder than the average person

“so wanna check anything out? there is a lot of TSL themed things we could choose from” Simeon was still holding your hand and you don´t think he will let go of it anytime soon “Leviathan said there would be some people´s attempt at remaking food from it”

“sooo snacks first or did you want a cook book?” Simeon lightly moved you along “knowing you I think food would be a good way to start, we will be walking for a while and you skipped breakfast again” he was still smiling at you but more in the “you better watch what you do now” way, just slightly hiding the rage behind it

“you noticed?” wrong thing to say before he just seemed more upset at you “yes and if we get home we are going to have a serious talk I hope you know this” you physically deflated “yay… even more scolding”

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both you and Simeon got some food, looking at it you wonder if Simeon based the description of those foods on Devil and Angel foods they sure look like them, tastes a lot more different though but that might just be the lack of of weird ingredients

both you and him were in a more secluded spot were nobody could hear you both “so Mister Peugeot what´s the verdict?” you gave him a teasing grin and he could just shake his head at your antics “with what a normal Human can work with it´s good”

“and if it´s somebody with connections?”

“it could have been better”

“I take this as we could make it a lot better” Simeon gave you a smile “you think so? I belief there is somebody in front of me who still can´t figure out the most basic of Celestial Realm ingredients” you just gave him a pout “so what do you want to do next?”

he thought for a moment “I heard people were displaying their artworks and interpretations of my characters and I would love to see those, it´s rare for me to find them” yeah you know why it´s rare, this man can´t work anything more advanced than a type writer most of the time and teaching him has… mixed results most of the time

“it´s your day Simeon, we´ll do whatever you want” he gave you a smile “I would love to, but you should still enjoy this day with me”

this man really is to sweet for words “don´t worry I´m sure it´ll be plenty of fun!” you gave him a bright grin and walked towards the stands

it was really impressive in your opinion but some of them seem to get a rather critical eye from Simeon, most notably the ones who are either selling replicas, figurines or outfits from the series guess they can be glad they don´t work with him, he did help with a stage play in RAD and it wasn´t easy

you saw him take a look at all the art that´s being displayed and he looked so happy about it, there is everything from all forms of drawings, figurines, even some out of Glass and some even were showing of their writings, it seems like he really took a liking to the people´s writings he seemed to enjoy reading them and giving the people compliments and in some cases some well meaning critiques not to say he didn´t enjoy looking at the other art works just that he paid a bit more attention to those

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both of you spent hours walking around the convention and for the Birthday of an Author nobody even knows the smallest amount of it was really impressive but now it´s time for the more important party and you hope Luke was finished with everything because the poor kid already seemed stressed more than enough…

you opened the Door of Purgatory Hall and everything was chaos, Luke is stuck on the ceiling, Solomon is in the kitchen making… something that you don´t even want to think about, Raphael is eating something that´s either food or the really fancy looking soap you made and the entire place looks like a battle field

this really wasn´t what you were expecting when you left Luke alone, poor kid even promised he had everything under control when you wrote him a quick text a couple of hours ago…

Simeon though looks really calm like eerily calm so calm your sure everybody that´s in his vicinity should evacuate before they are they are face with his wrath

“uh hey Simeon I think I just remembered I had to get back to the House of Lamentation so see ya!” you mentally apologized to poor Luke but you´ll be stuck with enough scoldings for a day because you didn´t tell Lucifer were you where...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon x mc #obey me simeon #obey me fic #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic

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demonicheadcanons · 3 years

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Can I get the brothers reacting to finding MCs sketchbook and it’s filled with drawings of the demon who picked it up? All of them are masterpieces and some are angsty or sad, others happy, some just them doing mundane things. When confronted, MC just says “Of course I draw you all the time, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You’re my muse.” Thank you in advance, if it’s too complicated you can skip.

AN: This cute prompt has been sitting in my inbox for far too long. Thanks for sending this in Nonny <3 I love this idea. I tried to keep each scenario short so I could get this done quickly, as you’ve waited long enough for it. Tried is the key word here ;u;

You’re maybe already dating the boys in these? Or very close? They’re not explicitly romantic but have some affection. I also didn’t make the MC say these exact words, or even anything at all in some of these prompts, but the general feeling is still there. I hope that’s alright!

Lucifer

You left the book behind when studying together, rushing off to meet up with Mammon after you realised you were late and would hear hell for it. He notices it sometime later, too busy relishing on even the short period of time he’d gotten to spend alone with you in relative peace.

He picks it up and, curious, with no worries that you might not really want him to look through it, he flips it open to the first page. He realises what it is right away, and continues to flip through the pages until he gets to a drawing of him. Its such a perfect represention of the moment that he can recall exactly when you must’ve drawn this.

You’d come into his room to have a break from all the noise in the rest of the house, and you had laid on your stomach on his bed and worked away at something as he went through paperwork at his desk. He’d wanted to ask you, at the time, what had you so focused, but he hadn’t wanted to ruin the sight.

He continues to flip through the pages, and frowns slightly for every drawing he sees of one of his brothers, but his lips twitch up every time there’s even a simple doodle of him. He counts, unconsciously, and realises you’ve drawn him more than anyone else. Pride swells in his chest, so very familiar and not at the same time.

He hears the tapping at his door and calls out, immediately, for you to come in. He knows that knock, after all, and you’re one of the few members of the house that he wouldn’t hear coming down the corridor. He leans against the front of his desk, holding your book open in front of him, not bothering to hide the fact that he’d looked through it.

The particular sketch he’s looking at is one where you must’ve been close - you’ve detailed in every long, delicate eyelash, his hair falling in front of his face and his lips slightly parted, only the faintest frown on his face as he focuses hard on his work. He smiles as he tips the book forward, watching as your eyes are drawn to it. To his surprise, you only smile, relieved, raising a hand to your chest.

“Thank goodness, I did leave it here after all.”

You walk over and hop up onto his desk, leaning towards him as you try to see which sketch he’s looking at. He slouches a little more to make you comfortable and shows the sketch.

“You’ve drawn me a lot,” he comments.

“Of course. You’re beautiful, how could I resist?”

He presses a kiss to your temple and rests his head against yours, smiling. He doesn’t often like people commenting on his appearance - he was confident enough about it, knew how he looked, but he didn’t need to hear about it all the time. Still, from you, it didn’t hurt. Especially not if you felt inspired enough by it to draw him.

[[Other brothers are under the read more]]

Mammon

Mammon had burst into your room and you weren’t there. Frustrated by your absence and unsure of when to expect you back, he decides to pick through your stuff. He wasn’t going to steal any of it - he’d been called out by Beel about that, before, and whilst he’d denied it at the time he knew it was true. He’d much rather steal something for you than from you.

The book is open on your desk to a page full of mindless doodles. It piques his curiosity, and he grabs it and sits down, kicking his feet up on top of your desk. It wasn’t like you were there to tell him not to, and you’d left without telling him where you were going so he was going to do whatever he wanted until you got back.

He flicks back to the start of the book, and honestly his first thoughts are about how you could easily sell these drawings for a lot of Grimm. Sketches of the Devildom, of flowers and creatures you couldn’t find in the human realm, of how the Devildom looked all lit up with the moon overhead, from the highest balcony in the RAD building. He’s in awe, mouth a faint ‘o’ shape as he continues to turn page by page.

The first drawing of him makes him freeze up. He was a model, Mammon knew he must be handsome. But he’d never felt it like he did now. In the drawing, he’s sitting on the floor, cushion in his lap as he plays some game on a controller. His expression is somewhere between frustrated and delighted, his hair fluffy and messy because he’d been running his hands through it.

He remembers - you’d been having trouble adapting to the Devildom so he stole- borrowed a console from Levi, but you were too tired to play. He played anyway, hoping that at least watching him would distract you enough, and to convince himself that he was in part doing it for him too and not to entertain some random human.

You walk in and he slams the book shut, but its too late - you’ve seen him holding it. You don’t seem mad about that, though, and instead glare at how he has his feet up on your desk. He adjusts quickly, fumbling as he tries to put on his confident act, walking over to you as he waves the sketchbook in the air.

“What’s this, then? You’ve been drawing me without asking me first?” he asks, teasing lilt falling flat in his voice. His face feels far too warm, as it often does when he’s around you.

“I couldn’t help it. You’re so pretty I just had to.” You shrug, nonchalant. You swipe the book from his hand and sit on your bed, tapping the space beside you. “How far in did you get?”

Mammon pouts as he goes to sit beside you. “Not far.” As he sits beside you, he grabs your sides and pulls you to lay down, holding the sketchbook open up in the air. He’s desperate for some attention right now, but he wanted to keep looking at your art. “Let’s look through the rest together.”

Leviathan

Levi was flustered. You’d been spending time in his room, and he loved your presence but it took him so long to get used to it each time that you stopped in to hang out with him. You’d brought the book you always had with you, and were working away on something, laying on your stomach on the floor with a Ruri-chan plushie in one arm.

He fumbles with his controller and sighs as he misses yet another jump in the game he was trying hard to distract himself with. Every time he glances over, he wants to ask what you’re doing, why you’re here with him when you could easily do your work elsewhere or with any of his brothers, if you were really happy to just sit in his presence like this. His voice dies in his throat and his face flushes when he catches sight of you, so he never does get to ask.

He’d messed up one too many times and was starting to get frustrated when he glanced over and realised you were looking at him, too. Heat floods into his face, and his frustrations die before he can even mumble out his signature ‘this is so unfair’. You smile, going back to your work before dropping your pencil. You wiggle around until you’re sitting, cross-legged, and hold out your sketchbook.

It was a drawing. You’d been drawing, and you’d been drawing him. Levi leans closer hesitantly, wanting to get a better look at it, trying not to think about how giddy and anxious your proud smile made him feel. He works up the courage to take the book out of your hands and looks over the drawing. It takes a long time before he can say anything, too busy focusing on all the little details - how his face is scrunched up from frustration and concentration, how his headphone cord is coiled around his fingers from when he’d been playing with it and hadn’t untangled it fully, how his head was tilted to stop his hair from fully falling in front of his eyes.

“You... its really good, but, I don’t... I’m not this handsome,” he mumbles, face bright red, and he flinches when you laugh.

“You are. More-so, actually, but its hard to capture from this distance.”

Levi can’t respond, just swallows. You sigh, something fond in it, and walk on your knees until you can fall against his side, cuddling up to the Ruri-chan plushie.

“Look through the other drawings. I only draw what I find beautiful. That’s why I drew you.”

His smile is faint, but its enough. He’s hearing your words, even if they’re hard to process for him. He relaxes and flips back to the front page, ready to look at the rest of your work with you.

Satan

Books were commonplace in his room. They were part of the furniture - quite literally, as they were piled up everywhere, even on top of his bed, although he’d made an effort to stop putting them there so long as you were spending time with him, so that you had somewhere comfortable to sit or lay whilst you were reading.

And yet, he always noticed when one was out of place, or when a new book had joined his collection without his knowing. Sometimes this happened because his brothers had found something interesting but weren’t willing to say aloud that it had reminded them of him, or that they bought it because he might enjoy it, so they’d simply popped into his room and added it to a stack. It was normal at this point.

That’s why he didn’t question it when there was a new book left on his bed, and when he didn’t hesitate to lay down and open it up, curious as to what story one of his brothers had left for him this time. Instead, he’s met with drawings. Amazing drawings of the Devildom, of his brothers... and of him.

There are notes, as well, few and far between, that allow him to place this as being your book. He knew that scrawl. He felt guilty to look through your sketchbook without your permission, but now that he’d already opened it, he was too curious to leave it be. He’d be honest about it later and deal with the consequences then, or joke about how you’d been drawing him without his permission so you were equal now.

The drawings were beautiful, more detailed that he’d seen for casual doodles left in a book without being shown to the subjects in them. He takes his time to look over each page carefully, each drawing filling his heart with something foreign, sweet and sticky like berry pie. He spends extra time focusing on each drawing of himself, wonders how and why you’d made him look so soft. It was hard for him to get portraits done as his presence could invoke anger in others and leave harsh and angry lines and brush strokes on the canvas, but clearly he didn’t have that same influence on you - instead, each drawing of him was more delicate than any of the others, like you’d put more effort in.

Satan returns it to you later, a smile on his face. He does apologise immediately, for looking at the drawings without your permission.

“Its alright. I’m just glad you found it for me.” You’re completely cheery, not bothered at all, and Satan sighs in relief.

“You’ve drawn me quite a lot,” he notes.

“Well obviously. I spend the most time with you,” you say, smiling when you catch the faint pout he covers up. That wasn’t what he had expected or wanted you to say, clearly. Nor was it all you had to say on the matter. “Also, you’re very beautiful. I wanted to try and capture that and keep a little for myself.”

He smiles now, content, and pats you on the head. “If you want me around, you only have to ask.”

Asmodeus

You’d been working away at something as he picked out an outfit and fixed his hair, and he’d been dying to ask but he just needed to adjust a few more strands first - you were going out to Majolish together and he wanted to look perfect. He always did, of course, but when the two of you were going out together he put in even more effort than usual.

When he finally finishes, he jumps up out of his chair and rushes over to you.

“How do I look?” he asks, beaming, full of confidence as always.

“Fabulous,” you say, reaching out to readjust a few strands of hair that had fallen out of place from his quick movements. He sits down on his bed beside you and pulls you up until you’re sitting beside him, hugging you around your waist.

“What were you doing whilst you were waiting? You looked so focused, it was adorable~” Asmo chirps, looking pointedly at the sketchbook. His eyes widen in genuine surprise. “Wait, is that me?”

You nod, lifting your sketchbook up so that the two of you could see it properly. You’d been drawing him, just little sketches as he flitted about the room doing this and that to get ready. You couldn’t have spent long on each one, and yet they captured him perfectly. He looked elegant in each, determined and beautiful.

You flicked back to the previous page before he could comment, and Asmo’s breath caught in his throat. This drawing was him, it was so brilliant an example of everything that he was. He was looking at you and smiling, and you’d captured the love and admiration in his eyes so perfectly he wondered if this was somehow a photograph.

Asmo tears up and hugs you tighter, burying his face against your neck. You can feel him smile wide against your skin. He stays like that for only a moment before his excitement bubbles up to the surface and he litters your cheek, nose, and forehead with feather-light kisses. He’d do anything for the one who saw him as he was.

Beelzebub

Beel had a pretty normal schedule for each day - he’d exercise, go to school, spend time with you and Belphie or his other brothers if they were around and alright with it, and of course, he’d eat quite a lot. You had a good idea of where he’d be throughout the day, and when you had the time for it, you’d accompany him so he wasn’t alone. Whether that meant sitting on the counter as he dug through the fridge, or laying on the sofa with your head in his lap and your feet in Belphie’s, you just liked to spend time with him.

And, a lot of the time, he noticed you had this little book with you. He’d caught you glancing at him many times, but didn’t think anything of it. He glanced at you a lot, too, so maybe it was only to be expected. He’d gotten used to the butterflies in his stomach when you two randomly linked eyes and you grinned, twirling your pencil around in your hand.

A lot of your time was spent together in relative silence, as well, and he was accustomed to hearing your pencil scratch against the paper. But he never asked what you were doing, because if you wanted to tell him you would. He trusted you to do that. And his trust paid off, when you were both watching a show together.

He notices early on that you're paying more attention to him than the screen, and when the episode finishes you tap him gently on the shoulder before stretching out your wrists. He looks to you, tilting his head in curiosity until you hold the book open in front of him.

It was a drawing of him, focused on the screen, odd lighting casting shadows against his form. He had something in his hand, some sort of food, but you’d put more attention into actually drawing him. So much attention that he was sure no matter how long he looked, there would always be something more to notice.

“Its me?” he asks, unsure lilt in his voice. He looks bashful, like he’s done something wrong. “Why?”

You stretch out your arms again, thinking, and finally answer, “Because you looked beautiful, and I wanted to draw you?”

It was neither easy nor hard to make Beel blush, and most of the time it just seemed to happen. You hadn’t caught onto the pattern yet, hadn’t been able to perfect it so that you could make it happen whenever you wanted. But you smile in silent victory now as his ears and cheeks flush a reddish pink, pairing nicely with his wide eyes.

His surprise gives way to a smile, and he leans over to wrap his arms around you, holding you close. All he can manage is a thank you, but with that you know how much he appreciates it, how much he appreciates you.

Belphegor

Belphie would often drag you off to the attic, and whilst he enjoyed the times where you would curl up in his arms and nap with him until you absolutely had to get up, he knew he couldn’t expect that of you constantly. You were still human, and you could only sleep so much before you had to get up to stretch or eat or just do something else to occupy your mind.

You’d built up a habit together, now, where if you wanted to get up you’d tap his arm twice and he’d reluctantly let you go. He’d stay awake if you left the room, just enough so that he’d be able to tell when you returned. If you didn’t, he’d have to go seek you out again by himself to drag you back with him and absolutely not just to make sure you were okay. If you did return, he’d go back to sleep and let you do what you wanted, opening his arms up if you tapped on them again to crawl back into his grip. It was peaceful, and though he never said it aloud, he loved it.

Often times, when he did wake up, you’d be sitting nearby in a little bundle of pillows and blankets that you’d made with a book and pencil in hand. You were quick to notice when he woke up, so Belphie could never just watch you to figure out what you were doing, which frustrated him to no end but at the same time it was nice to be known. Still, he was determined to figure it out.

His determination is unnecessary, because one day he wakes up and you’re looking straight at him, smiling contentedly. He woke up too fast, then, heart pounding as he tried to remember that expression. Did you admire him so much to look at him like that, even when he was just sleeping?

“You’re awake,” you say, voice light and cheery.

“And you were watching me sleep, as always,” Belphie scoffs, pulling the blanket up over his face to cover up his blush. “What’s new?”

You pout and stick out your tongue at him, and he lowers the blanket enough to return the gesture. It was hard to remember just how old he was when he acted like that.

“With good reason,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow, and you smile and hold out your sketchbook. He takes it immediately, trying to act nonchalant as he opens it up and flicks through the pages. You barely catch how his eyes widen, how his breath catches and he slows down, taking in each drawing carefully.

“There are... a lot of drawings, of me sleeping,” Belphie says, swallowing, raising the book enough to try to cover his smile. Too late, you think. You’d caught him.

“You look cute like that. Plus, its the only time you sit still enough for me to draw you.”

“Or you’re just that obsessed with me. Weirdo.” He closes the book and hands it back to you, sitting up to stretch. He keeps his eyes on you, notices when you frown the tiniest bit. Was his teasing too much?

He sighs and slides out of bed, sitting in your pile beside you. He leans against you, like a cat looking for attention without wanting to admit it, and takes your hand in his, playing with your fingers.

“Thanks, MC.”

#surprise request! i felt like writing and it just all kind of flowed out with this one #Anonymous #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #my headcanons #my writings #fluff #i had a lot of fun writing this ashdashj even tho i only did bc i couldnt sleep ;u;

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Being a big brother when you've never been a big brother (800 follower special)

Synopsis: In which Levi's been dating you for a year and a half and gets the news that Kuchel is pregnant.

Introduction: In this Kuchel is 43. She had Levi as a teenager (17). Female reader and Levi haven't talked a lot about having babies yet. You two live together but haven't discussed it fully but you have told Levi you'd be open to the idea of having children while he was slightly on the fence.

• To say Levi is shocked is a monumentous understatement.

• When he gets the news that his mother was pregnant with his step father's baby he gets quiet.

• Doesn't say much.

• Well what would he say honestly?

• You on the other hand are spewing out baby names and bouncing in your seat while asking his mother about her plans for colors in the nursery.

• It's not surprising that he's distant. He's 26 and he just found out he's gonna be a big brother. He knows next to nothing about children as it is.

• Though eventually he warms to the idea and by warms I mean he becomes as helpful as possible in aiding his pregnant mother around. Buys her anything she wants/needs and goes on all the trips to buy clothes, toys etc for the baby's arrival.

• Even though he's still pretty quiet on his feelings about the whole situation.

"Babe?" You call to him one night as you're both getting ready for bed. He turns his head slightly to look at you. "Are you ok? I know this might take a lot more getting used to."

He sighs placing his tie on the dresser. "How would you feel?"

It's not said maliciously just curiously. Grey eyes fully scoping the lines of your face. "How would I-" You start and then stop, eyebrows raised and cheeks puffed. "Well.. I know you probably don't need to hear awkward."

He blinks turning his attention back to the mirror. "No! I'm sorry, Levi!" You gestured out to him with both hands and he sighs, walking over to you with light thumps on the carpet.

You laid back in bed and he slowly pulled himself over you. His hands on either sides of your shoulders, legs spread on either side of yours and head resting delicately on your chest. "It's gonna be ok. Look the first year of that kid's life is just them needing love and a bottle to suckle. Worry about the first year once they're born and everything else will fall perfectly into place."

Levi snorted against your skin, fingers lightly stroking the arms of your tee shirt. "Perfectly.."

"You know what I mean." You reply, pressing the smallest kiss against the top of his head. "I'll be by your side the entire time."

The only reply you get is a soft exhale. Levi's heart beat softly evens out and with your fingers curling through his gorgeous black hair he slowly falls asleep.

Finding out the baby's gender:

• When Levi finds out he's having a little brother he feels.. pretty much the same though apart of him is kinda sighing in relief at knowing he won't have to protect a little girl from nasty boys.

• You on the other hand are beaming, "Levi, you're gonna have a little brother! Isn't that great. Kuchel were you hoping for another little boy?"

• Kuchel smiles, "I wasn't too concerned with the gender just as long as they were healthy." She admitted "But I wouldn't have minded a girl, just to see what parenting the opposite gender would be like."

• Somehow the conversation of Levi's future baby brother turned into a conversation about you and Levi's possible future child and what you'd want your first kid to be.

• Levi didn't stay long when that started, promptly excusing himself and you found out almost three hours later that he'd taken a walk and ended up at home.

"Levi?" When you walked into your shared house he was laying on the couch with an arm over his face.

He slowly laid his arm out flat next to his body and you walked over to him cupping the hand closest to you.

"I was going to come back but.."

"You didn't?" You gave him a small smile running a finger over his cheek. He went quiet, eyes falling shut.

"Don't.." He sighs, eyebrows twitching on his forehead. "Don't start that thing you do.. you know when you worry about people.."

You scoff, "Well I am worried about you, I've never seen you look like this before."

His eyelids flutter open slightly, grey eyes flashing over to you through the slits. "You've thought about our future kid a lot?"

You blink, mouth hanging open, "I- well I.. wasn't ok I was it was just for Kuchel." You tried to laugh.

Levi's eyebrow raised, "No, you didn't tell me how much you really thought about it beyond our past conversations. You've thought about it more than you admitted so you might as well stop pretending."

He sits up on the couch, hands dangling between his spread legs. "Ok fine you win." You admit with a huff. "But with Kuchel and the baby and the baby shower and all it definitely wasn't the right time to revisit this conversation. I just couldn't help it."

His fingers come up to rest in your hair carding away any loose strands where they are on your face. "Looks like we have to discuss it again." He says

A couple weeks after the baby's actual birth:

• You and Levi had come over only a couple days after the birth of the youngest Ackerman.

• "I named him Chance." Kuchel had remarked, her eyes filled with light as she held one of the smallest things Levi had ever laid eyes on.

• "Chance?" You replied, slowly transferring the baby from her arms to yours.

• "Because he was a Chance baby. It was honestly a little worrisome having him since I'm getting up there you know. More of a risk." She laughed it off.

• You looked to her with a small smile. "He's gorgeous." Your smile only getting brighter as you held the small person in your arms. Watching as he softly sucked his pacifier.

• "Just like his big brother." You added, smirking in Levi's direction.

• "Tch." Was the only thing he could muster as he stared in any direction other than the one where his girlfriend was now holding his newborn brother.

• "Levi, don't you wanna hold him?" Kuchel asked her smile never fading.

• Now he felt himself look up. He looked first at Chance and then to you holding him so tight.

• "Come here." You whispered and like a startled deer Levi slowly surveyed the situation a little more before he was coming closer.

• He inched his way down right in front of you and Kuchel, plopping down on the coffee table. Eyes locked on Chance's currently closed eyelids.

• "Not yet right?" You said to him

• He looked up at you then back to baby Chance.

• "Yeah.. not yet." You confirmed

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• You'd been right about one thing all Chance needed was love and a bottle to suckle..

• It just for whatever reason wasn't allowed to come from Levi.

• He'd hold Chance, he'd cry.

• Kuchel would hand him his sleeping brother while she got his dinner ready. He'd wake up and scream bloody murder.

• And at this point Chance had successfully: Peed on, spit on and thrown up on Levi.

• And all with the same blissfully smug expression.

"Don't get discouraged, Levi." Kuchel said soothingly "He's just not comfortable with you yet." She explained as she rocked Chance in her arms.

"You did talk to him the least while Kuchel was pregnant. Maybe it has something to do with that?" You tried with a shrug.

"All I know is I'm sick of being covered in his different bodily fluids." Levi huffed

"Awwww. Barely a year old and the brothers are fighting already." You giggled, Kuchel quickly joining in on your laughter.

Levi just rolled his eyes. He felt a little pang in his chest as he looked at his sleeping brother. No one else got nearly as much shit from this kid as he did. But it couldn't possibly be a personal attack the kid was less than one year old what could he possibly know about fights with his brother?

You and Levi take one year old Chance to the park:

• It was comfort weather.

• The perfect kind of weather to take Chance to the park on a crisp Saturday when you both were off from work.

• And a part of Levi was sort of glad for this opportunity.

• Kuchel and his step dad had gone out for pizza and here he was with you and his brother.

• It was surprising to Levi how lively Chance was: trying to push the hood of his stroller up and messing with the buckle strapping him in.

• Felt like just yesterday he couldn't hold his own head up.

• "Alright Chance. Come here." You giggled, gently pulling him out of the stroller with Levi's help.

• You guys had a little set up going in the shade under a tree. Blanket, Chance's toys and his sippy cup all sprawled over the space.

• You handed Levi a red donut shaped toy and told him, "Hold it out for Chance, he loves this game."

• "Chance look." You said as Levi held the toy up to a distracted Chance.

• Unsurprisingly the first thing he did was cry.

• "Here let me try." You offered, pulling the toy from Levi's grasp.

• The second you took the toy and held it in front of Chance his smile practically touched his ears and he leaned forward trying to grab it with his hands and then his mouth.

"You're doing great." You praised, pulling Chance onto his legs.

Levi just sighed, "Anything else?"

You pointed to the ball with one finger, still bouncing Chance. "He loves that squeaky thing."

Levi looked in the direction of the small toy, yanking it up off the blanket. He held it up giving it a little squeeze in front of Chance. It drew his attention surprisingly fast and he watched Levi's hand as he squeezed it again.

He was so weirdly enamored by such a normal item it was honestly really cute. A warmth spread through Levi's chest as you smiled at him in his peripherals.

"You want this?" Levi asked, holding it out for Chance.

Your smile stretched over your face as Chance reached for it. Little legs working to get him closer to the ball in Levi's grasp.

"That's it." You cheered softly. "Good job."

It wasn't clear who the compliment was directed towards but Levi was too distracted by Chance's little hands trying desperately to pull the object from his grasp. You still had your hands around Chance to support him as he finally grabbed the ball at a weird angle. The object immediately meeting his mouth.

"Yay, you got it." You said, bouncing Chance lightly. "See now you guys are-"

Chance turned in your grasp, the ball plopping onto the grass with an almost inaudible thud. Unfortunately Levi didn't account for Chance to bend over at the same time as him trying to pick up the ball and his nail came down on Chance's forehead. Not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough for Chance to scream at the top of his lungs as if he'd been stabbed instead.

"Wait no!" You gasped, picking up the ball.

"Shit." Levi sucked his teeth.

"Levi!"

Luckily Chance probably didn't hear either of that thanks to his loud screaming. You tried to give him back the ball only to have it smacked from your grasp. The tiny object tumbling down the hill as you tried and failed to coax Chance down.

Thankfully Levi reacted fast grabbing it before it could roll too far away.

"Is he alright?" Levi tried as you rocked him back and forth.

You giggled, "Yeah, he's a drama queen you know that." It didn't seem to really help though. Levi's features scrunched and his shoulders unnaturally hunched. "Let's take him for a little walk, maybe then he'll calm down."

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It took around thirty minutes of walking and rolling Chance's stroller through the once quiet park for him to finally tucker himself out.

Levi huffed as you and him plopped down on the nearest park bench. You rifled through the bag pushing the hood of Chance's stroller up before placing his blue bucket hat on his head. Which perfectly matched his blue overalls and blue socks.

"Sorry." You finally heard him mutter as you pushed pretty brown locks out of Chance's eyes.

"It's not your fault." You replied "I promise Chance is just being himself he probably would've cried that hard if I or anyone else had scratched him too."

Levi said nothing. Just watched as you pushed the brim of the hat up. With a little click you fastened it to the front of his hat. Chance's soft features in full view. The little froggy on his green shirt moving with every breath he took. But Levi could only watch.

"Hey, look here." Your cheeks were puffed out as you yanked Levi's face toward yours. "He's gonna warm to you." You said with softened features. "You're doing such a good job." You praise.

The edges of Levi's eyebrows slowly relax and he lets his chest flow with air like he hadn't done since he made Chance scream earlier. The corners of his lips lift a little and he sits back as you push the stroller back and forth with one arm.

Before he can even think about it he spills the awe flowing in his eyes, "You'd make a great mom."

When you smile at him it makes his heart sink. You slowly turn your attention back to a sleeping Chance and he moves in a little closer.

"If there's.. some future where I actually have a child. I want you to carry my babies."

Your eyes are blown a bit, mouth agape as you look back at him. "Levi.." You start but are immediately cut off by a soft aww from two passing women.

"He's adorable." One says, staring into the open stroller.

"You guys are the cutest parents." Says the other.

"O-oh.. I.. we're actually just babysitting him." You struggle

"Still he's cute." Says women number two bending down to have the same view as her friend.

"Thank you." You practically choke. Eventually they leave and you run a shaky hand through your surprisingly sweaty hair.

"Levi." You start before he can get the chance. "I want you to be sure. Ok, I mean we went from Chance being a drama queen to you saying you want me to have your kids?"

"I didn't mean to say it here." Levi admitted "I did mean it though. You weren't the only one thinking while Kuchel was pregnant."

You give him a little kiss on the nose, brushing your finger over the tip of his ear. "It would be a huge step. We're not even married."

Levi nods, "Someday.."

"Someday."

Family beach day? Family beach day:

• Mikasa had come cause this was her first time getting to meet Chance.

• There were lots of firsts actually. It was also Chance's first time on the beach.

• Chance instantly loved Mikasa the second she held him.

• Soft laughter and a bright smile flooding his face.

• Kuchel and Levi both spent as much time as possible under the beach umbrella.

• You spread sunscreen on Chance's body while Mikasa distracted him by showing him how to make a sandcastle.

• Cue you also trying to get some pictures for Kuchel to hang on the family wall she had back home only for Chance to turn away every time.

• Which he genuinely thought was the most hilarious thing ever.

• And in all the time you'd known Mikasa you'd never seen her smile so much.

• "Is it.. possible it's Chance?" You asked while Chance threw any and all the sand that could fit in his tiny fists.

• She just playfully rolled her eyes, handing Chance the shovel. Which he didn't know what to do with so he just resorted to shaking it around till it flew from his grasp.

• "That's such an Ackerman response." You chirped reaching for the discarded shovel.

• You were more than a little surprised when Levi's uncle Kenny showed up. Slamming the door of his kidnapper van closed.

• "Woah Kenny came?" You asked Levi as you sat on the edge of his beach chair.

• You, Mikasa and Chance had all decided to take a break from shell collecting to come up and eat lunch.

• Kuchel laughed at your surprise. "He hasn't met Chance yet." She explained

• "Ahh." You replied

• Chance seemed.. confused by Kenny.

• His only response to Kenny holding him being a blank stare.

• Kenny didn't seem to notice though as he yapped on about the time he accidentally put Levi in the washing machine.

• "You what?" Kuchel gasped

• "It wasn't on!" Kenny explained

• "If me and Levi aren't free to babysit please try Mikasa." You whispered to her.

• Chance spent most of his time after that resting in Mikasa's lap while she rubbed his back and hair.

• Cue Kuchel trying to get Levi to help her put a fussy Chance down for a small nap a couple hours later.

• Which unsurprisingly made Chance more fussy.

• Though the second Levi left, Chance drifted off on the towel in their tent.

• Mikasa made Chance a seashell crown 🥺

• It was a little big so it slipped off his head when he turned a certain way but he laughed whenever she'd place it back on his head.

• Mikasa had been a little on the fence about it but you had basically insisted on getting Levi to take Chance to the water.

• Unsurprisingly Mikasa wasn't the only one on the fence.

"He's having fun with you and Mikasa so you should be the ones that take him down there." Levi argued

"Oh come on Levi! It'll be fun."

Mikasa bounced a calm Chance in her arms as he played with the seashell crown she'd made for him. "He hasn't been with his big brother all day because you've been sitting here reading a book." Mikasa tried but it was only successful in getting Levi to suck his teeth.

"You know I don't wanna go anywhere near the water Y/N." He replied

Finally you got bored and peeled the book from Levi's grasp a cold stare greeting you when he looked up. "You can just go into the water for five minutes with Chance, please! Just so I can take a few pictures and he can get a feel of the water and then you can give him back to me and Mikasa and return to your book."

You could see the gears working in Levi's head as he looked over at a happy looking Chance. His red striped shirt covered in sand which Mikasa was happily dusting off. You already knew exactly what he was thinking but you didn't actually have to say anything because he was slowly rising from his chair:

"Mikasa give Chance to Levi." You said, holding your camera out as Levi reached for a distracted Chance.

Mikasa's arm came up to Chance's back, "Shouldn't I carry him to the water?" She tried

You tilted your head, "Mikasa.."

She finally relinquished Chance, handing him over as if she were fearful Levi would drop him. Levi looked down at the small boy in his arms mildly comforted in the fact that he didn't immediately cry, scream or pee on him.

"Come on guys let's get to the water." You called beckoning to them.

"I'm fine to carry him, I've done it before." Levi assured her as Chance looked behind him towards where they were headed.

"I'm not really worried about you." Mikasa replied, looking down at Chance who was now kicking his legs against Levi's sides.

When you'd all arrived near the water Chance was in awe. His bright grey eyes practically blown and his mouth hung open. He nearly dropped the seashell crown in his arms. Luckily Mikasa scooped it up before it fell.

"Look at this Chance." You cooed gesturing to the water. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Chance responded with glee reaching his arms out toward the huge body of water. He bounced up and down, hands out as he grasped onto nothing.

"He loves it!" You chuckled, carding your fingers through his gorgeous brown hair.

"Armin's gonna love him." Mikasa said, rubbing Chance's belly.

"Ok, quick get him over here while the water is calm." You gestured to the flowing sea and Levi placed him down, holding his waist awkwardly.

You lowered the camera in your grasp, "Come on big brother sit with him, make it look like you're really having fun at the beach with him." You gestured and Levi begrudgingly sat.

He looked back over to you and you gestured again to the water coaxing Levi into splashing water on Chance who was currently staring out over the huge body of water in delight.

Unlike Chance who was actually wearing water shorts Levi was not. He'd come to the beach in cargo shorts because he hadn't planned on sitting on anything but a beach chair or a towel. So now that he was wading uncomfortably in barely ankle deep water his shorts probably looked like he'd pissed or shit himself.

Though he still followed your advice, flicking a tiny bit of water in Chance's direction. It worked surprisingly well because Chance's attention immediately caught on to Levi sitting in front of him.

"Good job baby." You cooed as you snapped picture after picture. Meanwhile Mikasa crossed her arms as if she were waiting for Levi to mess up so she could jump in.

Chance's lips curved up slow and before Levi or anyone could react he lifted his legs slamming them down hard. Water flying all over Levi in the process. It made Chance guffaw and he did it again this time with his hands forcing Levi to shield his eyes from the assault.

"Chance stop it that's not nice." You called but Chance continued smacking and splashing every bit of sea water that flowed between his legs onto Levi.

And for someone who'd never played with water he was way too good at understanding how to get the most water with each scoop. Drenching Levi until Mikasa stepped in to stop it.

"Chance, that's not funny." She said, her features cold. "If you can't play nice in the water, you can't play in the water.

That seemed to strike a cord in him. His breath hitching as tears flowed down his little cheeks. He clung to Mikasa and sobbed until she reached up to rub his back.

"Are you ok?" You asked Levi as he spit ocean water. His hair clinging to his face.

"I just wanna take a shower." He admitted, though his jaw was locked as he spoke.

His hoodie was drenched and his shorts had turned dark brown all over. He walked a little bit faster than you and Mikasa as you both made it back to Kuchel and Kenny.

"Oh God what happened?" Kuchel asked immediately grabbing a towel while Kenny laughed.

"Chance happened." You answered for Levi as he dried his head first stripping his wet hoodie off to reveal his bare chest.

Kuchel looked to Chance who was now innocently sucking his thumb, his head laid on Mikasa's chest.

"I guess his first time in the water was interesting." She sighed

"I got some good pictures before things hit the fan. I'll send them to you." You said, showing her the first couple pictures you had pulled up of Levi and Chance sitting in the ocean together.

"Thank you so much Y/N."

Chance's first words:

• Chance had said his first words when he was 6 almost 7 months old.

• And barely anything else since.

• He really was an Ackerman.

• Every now and then he'd say little things: Ball, Mashed Potatoes (cause they're his favorite food) And TV.

• And of course names which he was pretty good at.

• But the only name he refused to say was Levi.

"Alright Chance you remember your big brother's name right?" Kuchel asked, Chance looked up from his block fort. Kuchel pointed to Levi who was calmly drinking tea and surveying the scene. "Levi." She said

Chance blinked then went back to his block fort. "He has to say it eventually right?" You asked Kuchel as you handed Chance another block.

"He's being stubborn and yes he has to." She replied squeezing Chance's waist.

Chance's eyes rolled to the sky as he placed the block you'd given him next to the tower of blocks that he'd already built.

"When did he learn that?" You huffed in surprise.

"Same time he learned the s-word probably." Kuchel sighed when you gasped she laughed a little. "Stupid." She explained still laughing.

"Oh! Oh."

The two of you continued to laugh as Chance rearranged the tower he'd built knocking it over in the process.

"Chance I believe a smart two year old like you can say a name like Levi I mean you got Mikasa down." You say

"He calls her Mika actually." Kuchel replied

You hum and Chance puffs, "Don't wanna."

He finally gets the block tower to look at least slightly how he wanted it seemingly. He slowly leans back like he's trying to get a better view.

"That's amazing Chance." Kuchel applauds with a soft gasp.

"Good job sweetie." You chime in

"It's not bad." Levi says to which Chance is rolling his eyes again.

"What are you gonna call it?" You ask hoping it'll cut the tension you can feel growing.

Chance peers at it then opens his mouth but before he can say anything he looks at Levi who's staring back. And slowly but surely that slow moving grin works its way onto his features.

"Stupid Levi!" He exclaims with a laugh before taking a block and smashing the whole thing in.

"Chance!" Kuchel huffs

"That's one stubborn kid.." You say with a sigh as Kuchel takes Chance to the punishment chair.

Emergency in babysitting (in which Levi gets high but Kuchel needs to drop off Chance because she has an emergency to take care of.):

{This is based off some headcanons I read for Levi when he's high. If I ever manage to find the post again I'll link it here.}

• You'd forgotten how clingy Levi got when he was high.

• He hummed into the fat of your waist as you sat still trying to watch TV on low volume.

• His leg shaking a little every couple minutes.

• Your fingers slowly carding through his head as his eyes stayed shut tight.

• At some point the doorbell rang and you tried to pull yourself out of Levi's grasp thinking he was sleeping.

• "Where are you going?" He almost whined, pulling himself up on his knees and crawling to you.

• "The doorbell baby. I promise I'm coming back." You said giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

• "W- OK.. I'll wait here." He sat on the edge of the bed, kicking his legs a little.

• You can't help how hard you smile, "I'll be back, I promise."

• The second you open the door you're bombarded with words and Levi's step-dad holding his nose.

• "Oh God what happened?" You asked

• "I need someone to watch Chance for a couple hours while we go to the hospital. He fell on one of Chance's toys while he was carrying some boxes and.." She gestured absently, handing Chance over

• "Sure, no problem." You replied "Hope you feel better." You said to Levi's step-dad.

• Kuchel quickly handed you a bag of Chance's stuff before hurrying off with Levi's step-dad.

• You shut the door with a sigh just as Levi came down the stairs, "You said you'd be back." He huffed

• "I'm sorry, listen your step-dad is going to the hospital so we have Chance for the night." You explained

• You honestly couldn't tell what Levi or Chance's faces meant but both boys seemed to be in silent agreement.

• "Are you hungry Chance?" You asked as he sucked his thumb laying his head on your chest.

• "Mashed Potatoes." He nodded

• "Yeah? OK let me get you some."

Levi followed you into the kitchen and watched you as you placed Chance in the high chair you guys had for when he visited.

"I know, you want to sleep off your high baby just give me a few minutes to get Chance fed and asleep." You offered

Levi nodded but he stayed by your side as you grabbed the box with mashed potato mix in it and got to work putting it in a pot with some water and butter.

"You don't want anything else babes? Just mashed potatoes?" You called to the small boy kicking his legs behind you.

He nodded, "mashed potatoes." He repeated with a kick of his legs.

You managed somehow to get the food cooking while Levi clung to you like a puppy. His gaze soft whenever you met his eyes. His hands in your shorts pockets and arms coming up to meet your waist.

"You know Chance, mashed potatoes are more of a side." You explained

Chance shook his head, he glanced over at Levi who was still holding onto you like he was worried you'd fly away or something. Which immediately sparked tears, he shoved at the tray in front of him screaming your name and reaching out for you.

"Ok, ok please don't cry Chance!" You shouted over his crying when you picked him up, he instantly stopped, yanking you closer to press a kiss to the side of your face before snuggling into your shoulder.

"Aww Chance." You patted his back giving him a kiss back on his forehead.

"I want kisses, please." Levi said bouncing on his tippy toes.

You quickly gave him a forehead kiss as well and he calmed down enough to rock against you, "I hope you're still this cute when you're holding my children." He sighs.

(Ok so I reached the post number limit. Might make a P2 of this let's see how this one does first.)

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clefairymuke · 3 years

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regrets | chapter three

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pairings: levi ackerman x reader / eren jaeger x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 1760

Levi's words had undeniably left you a bit shaken; this contributed to the pit in your stomach when you approached his door for the second time that day. Something about the way he glared at you -- so angry yet calm, terrifying yet serene -- had been the frontmost thing in your mind all day. His eyes cut straight through you in a way that you had never experienced. You nearly shivered as you raised your hand to knock on the door. You knocked twice and stood back, waiting for him to say, "Come in."

He didn't, though. He opened the door within moments, like he had been waiting. He looked different now. He was not wearing his typical uniform and cravat combo, which you thought made him look like a dunce anyways. He was dressed in a simple grey long-sleeve shirt and brown pants. On his feet were a pair of white socks. When your eyes came to his face, you noticed that his hair was a bit messy. If he wasn't such a pain in your ass, he might have been somewhat attractive.

"Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to say something?" he asked, breaking you from your unknowing trance of studying him. And with that, all of your musing about him disappeared and he was back to being the bane of your existence.

"I was just trying to figure out how you managed to pull that stupid tie from around your neck without having a conniption. I thought you probably showered in it," you told him as he stood back to let you in. The room was as you left it last, completely tidy.

"How did you make it this far being this disrespectful?"

"A lot of determination. So what exactly am I to clean?" You looked around searching for even a speck of dust. None was to be found.

He scoffed at you. "Do you honestly think I sleep, cook, and shower at this very desk? Believe it or not, I function pretty similarly to the average human being. I did say you would be cleaning the entire suite."

"Okay, asshole. You don't have to make me feel like an idiot." You felt the blood rushing to your cheeks and tried desperately to fight it off, if such a thing was possible.

"It's easier because you truly are one."

"An idiot?"

"That is what I said. Do you have hearing problems, brat?" He combed a piece of hair out of his face as you huffed. "Can you just get to cleaning and get the fuck out of my hair? If you would just be obedient and stop doing stupid shit, we'd never have to be in this situation again."

"If you would've minded your own business and let us have a little extra food, we wouldn't have to be anywhere near each other, either!" You threw your hands up in an overly exaggerated shrug. Messing with Levi was no longer fun. It was utterly infuriating. "What do you care if I'm a little disobedient? How does it affect you, Levi?"

"For the last time, you will refer to me as your Captain. And that is exactly why it matters to me. You will not ignore my authority. I will have your respect, feigned or otherwise." He was glaring at you again, the same look in his eyes from earlier. You tried to match his intensity as you scraped the bottom of your soul for as much courage as you could muster.

"What have you done to make me respect you, Levi? It isn't like you respect me. Or anybody. You don't watch your words for anyone, what makes you think you deserve for me to watch mine because of a stupid title?" You were absolutely fuming with rage towards the man in front of you. His muscles were tense and his jaw was clenched tightly. You wondered if you had seen Levi angry now. Would he be able to make the same threatening comment after this interaction?

Within a second, he had you frozen. He said your name roughly, almost as a growl, and was now so close the ends of his hair brushed your cheeks. "You will not speak to me this way. Continue to treat your superiors as peers. You won't make it past the first mission. Do not become a casualty over a stupid fucking complex." You were sure he was angry now. Your blood was running cold against your will. "Stop looking for attention. If you keep going down this path, the most you will get is at your funeral in the very near future."

For the first time, you had no snark reply to his rage-inducing words. All you truly wanted to do was hit him. It was nearly impossible not to. Your fists were so harshly clenched you could feel the crescent-shaped wounds forming on your palms. All you could form a coherent thought to say was, "Fuck you, Levi."

He backed up, likely for your safety. His hand rose to grip his hair as he exhaled slowly. "Get the hell out. I can't stand to look at you. Forget your punishment. You cannot fix blatant stupidity."

You accepted his invitation and stormed towards the door, Levi following closely behind. he reached in front of you and practically tore the door off of the wall, slamming it as soon as your feet planted in the hallway.

You wanted to scream.

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You sat in a pile of hay at the stables, still filled with anger. You had no way to release it except pressing your fingernails deeper into your palms as you replayed the fight over and over in your brain. You wanted to storm back up to his room and punch him in the face. You despised the smug look on his face as he taunted you. He could dish out any disrespect he wanted, but as soon as you returned the favor, you may as well be dead.

You heard hay rustling a few yards away. You stood quietly, one hand on the hilt of one of your swords and the other on the trigger for your ODM gear. You began to walk slowly towards the noise, saying, "Hello?" when you drew near. You could see a figure, but it was too dark to know who it was for sure.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you were on stables tonight."

It was Eren. He was brushing the mane of a horse as he spoke. You let your guard down.

"What the hell are you doing?" you asked rather harshly. You hadn't meant to say it so angrily.

"Woah, what's wrong with you?" he questioned, placing the brush on the rack to his left and stepping away from the horse. You leaned against the wall next to him.

"I really, really hate Captain Levi," you told him honestly, pinching the bridge of your nose between two fingers.

"Hey, me too. But what's your reasoning?" He kind of laughed with his words, cheering you up a bit.

You told him the story. By the end, you were sitting together in the hay. When you finished, you placed your hands behind your head and leaned back until you were laying down, facing the stars. Eren followed suit.

"Trust me, I get it," he told you, a smile hinting in his voice. "He publicly beat the shit out of me. He's not exactly in my top ten favorite people." You laughed, your first time smiling since breakfast. "I don't even think you have a top ten, Eren. Maybe a top two."

"Nah, you're up there somewhere. Probably Reiner and Bertholdt, too. Make it a top five." He looked over at you, pulling his eyes away from the night sky. You did the same. You noticed his eyes were a really pretty green. Jean would puke if he knew you had really just thought that. You chuckled at the thought.

"What have I done to get into Eren Jeager's top five?" you asked him, interested. The two of you hadn't really talked previously.

"Well," he stretched a bit, his shirt lifting to expose a bit of his stomach, "your awful taste in friends aside, you seem like a good person. Fun. Smart. Interesting. Typical top five traits. Your looks definitely aren't a detriment."

You hoped he couldn't see you blush in the dark surrounding you. "Jean would kill me if he knew we were hanging out right now." It was true, but you mostly wanted to redirect the conversation. Eren basically telling you that you were pretty made you happy and made you want to crawl into a deep, dark hole at the same time. Emotions and compliments were not your strong suit.

"Jean doesn't have to know everything, you know. Mikasa wouldn't be a big fan, either." You thought about that for a moment.

"Mikasa is in love with you. Jean hates your guts. There's a bit of a difference in their reasoning, I would say," you told him, grinning.

He ignored your comment about Mikasa and focused on you, instead. "Sure, Jean hates me. But do you?" He looked at you expectantly, his green eyes growing larger.

You looked away for a moment, embarrassed. Then you looked back and met his gaze. "No, I don't suppose I do. Should I?"

"I'd prefer if you didn't, honestly. You're pretty fun to talk to." His lips pulled into a smile as he looked at you meekly. You would typically describe Eren as anything but meek. It suited him.

You looked at each other for a few moments. You noticed how his hair fell messily over his forehead, almost touching his eyebrows. It looked nice shaggier like that. You, for whatever reason, found yourself hoping he didn't cut it anytime soon. He had a slender nose that came to a nice point above his cupid's bow. His lips were slightly parted. They looked inviting.

After a comfortable silence, you finally said, "Jean doesn't make my decisions for me, you know. Nobody does."

You saw his eyes moving slowly, studying your face. You didn't try to prevent yourself from blushing this time. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"Why is that?" you asked as his face drew closer to yours. Suddenly, Eren was kissing you. Your face grew hot as he pulled away, but you put your hands behind his head and pulled him back towards you. As his hand traveled under your shirt, your worries about explaining this to Jean faded away completely.

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shotofire · 3 years

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bonjour,how are you ? well a oneshot for levi with a kind and shy cadet s/o, who respect everybody but when she gets mad, she'll answer with sarcasm cuz she's dumbass without being afraid or caring about the punishment(even if it's keith or another chef, no body have the right to treat her like a shit) merçi beaucoup ^^✨

Hi friend :p i’m great and I hope you are as well ! Thank you for the request <3

LEVI ACKERMAN x F!READER

Warnings: cursing, age gap (legal of course)

Season: not specified

Becoming apart of the Survey Corps was everything but glamorous. Not that anyone would think that, but things definitely were on the ugly side most of the time. To be a scout required discipline and a huge amount of focus. To lay down your life without a second thought would be hard for just about anyone. For some reason, you found it rather easy.

Not a single person believed when you’d say it wasn’t that complicated. Of course knowing you’re going to die isn’t the most exciting thing to come to terms with, but every scout needs to. When your mind is set like that you only excel from there, and that’s exactly what you did. Many of your peers found you admirable, and only wished they could think they way you do.

Levi Ackerman especially found interest in you. At first to find a girl younger than him was controversial, only to him, and he worried that others would accuse you of trying to climb up in the ranks. Soon everyone knew Levi was not the reason you excelled. Sure he’d help you train and push you to your limits, but your natural inner strength is what has kept you alive.

The two of you never classified your relationship, but it was obvious it was closer than an ordinary friendship. There has been several occasions where a group of cadets have spotted you sneaking out of his office. One time Erwin saw you go in without even knocking, that’s the day he knew Levi Ackerman was definitely whipped.

Many couldn’t imagine how you two even came together. Levi was quiet, and only really spoke when giving orders. Then there was you, the quietest girl that had ever entered the Survey Corps. Nobody was being dramatic when they said to hear you speak was rare. You tried to keep to yourself, getting close to others was a weakness. Then Levi entered your life and screwed up that little plan, and now you were perfectly smitten with the captain.

The relationship, or whatever you’d call it, was kept at a minimum to the eyes of others. The furthest it had gone to give others a clue were the office visits, and the way you’d smile at him in the halls or during training.

Before the two of you became a thing you’d given him a few sarcastic remarks. Initially he saw you as someone who needed remediation, but that soon changed. The man saw so much of himself in you it was ridiculous, and he soon started to understand you. On the occasions you’d been a urchin he realized that you were simply sticking up for yourself.

It shocked many to hear the quiet girl stand up for herself, especially to someone as scary as Levi. Unlike everyone else, you didn’t find him intimidating. In all honestly, you didn’t find any of the commanders, chiefs, or captains worth cowering over. You’d experienced titans break down the wall to your home village and devour people in your late teenage years. A couple of humans were the least of your fears, especially men.

Those sarcastic remarks and dramatic eye rolls is what drew the captain in. Not to mention your strength was something they hadn’t seen in years. Some would go as far to say you were worth a hundred soldiers. The raven-haired man made it his mission to get closer with you. This feeling had never been within Levi, that’s how he knew you were special.

He knew you so well after years of watching you become stronger and more skilled. You may be young but you were better than half the soldiers who’d been fighting for a decade longer.

Levi was worried about today, it had been on his mind for weeks. It was time for commander Keith to do his annual checkup. Levi found it rather pointless but it had to be done. The sunkened eyed man always came when he brought a new batch of soldiers. Levi had managed to steer you clear of him year after year, but it still worried him. Keith was a loud and rude man most of the time, and that was your biggest pet peeves. To come face to face with a walking version of the things you hated wouldn’t end well. He knew if the man pushed your buttons in the wrong place you’d have plenty to say.

He spent majority of the day convincing you to train with him away from everyone else. It was his usual solution for this day, to have you separated. As the years went by you started to pick up on it, it’s not like you were dumb. Around the same time every year Levi did this and it started to become obvious and you knew something was happening.

Right now you were trying to take the wooden knife from his hand and pin him down, which was something you hadn’t done since the earlier years. It had been round after round of outsmarting him and throwing him to the ground that you finally spoke your mind, “Levi what’s going on? Everyone is gathered out front and we’re here, I want to get the experience that the others are.” He could see the frustration running through you, and the annoyed on your face expression was prominent.

You didn’t like when Levi took you to do things one on one when everyone else was together. There was a fear of judgment, what if they thought you were getting special treatment? This is what that was to you. Levi was much more skilled than anyone else out there and you were getting to do combat with him, which is unfair in your eyes. “I just wanted to have some alone time with you, is that okay?” The man may have a face that mainly consists of one expression, but you knew he was lying.

He knew you saw right through him once you scoffed. “I’m going to join everyone else, feel free to come with.” There was no stopping you now, even if he tried it’d be more obvious that something was going on. Your eyes scanned the groups of your fellow cadets, and a few you didn’t recognize. Did we get a new group today? You asked yourself.

Before you can really process what’s going on, a bald man with weird eyes is making his way towards you. You recognized his face from past expeditions, but didn’t care enough to remember his name. “Late to meet new fellow cadets?” He asked baffled, a bit dramatic in your opinion. Getting new cadets was nothing special or new, so who cares if you were late? Half of them would be titan food in the next month.

He was quick to talk before letting you answer, but you weren’t sure if you were even going to say anything. For a second you considered just walking away. Someone coming up to you and raising there voice for no reason was enough to irritate anyone. “You’ve been here for years but have never bothered to show up to one of these, maybe you should learn some respect cadet.”

Levi watched from afar with wide eyes. Of course Keith was already talking to you, the man had it out for you. He’s complain that you kept to yourself too much and it was suspicious, and hated that you never showed up to these. Half of that was obviously Levi’s fault. Keith wasn’t aware of that and also wasn’t aware of your relationship with the captain.

Keith’s eyes become staggered when you let out a light snicker, cheeks upturning into a smile. “What the hell is funny?” He asks with his arms crossed, still trying to be intimidating. “The fact that you think i’d ever be afraid of someone like you.” Your words made his mouth fall, no one had ever said something like that to him. He’s pretty much convinced himself at this point that everyone feared him in some way. Then there was you, showing him he was completely wrong.

“You should have some respect!” The man says, stepping closer to you. “So coming up to me without introducing yourself and yelling in my face earns you respect? I don’t know where the fuck you came from, but we say hello first here.” He was down right astonished by you. The smirk on your face made his blood boil, you had zero alarm of him. Before he could come back at you, which he was struggling to think of something, Levi’s hands were on your waist. “Oh well okay, i’m gonna take her away from you now.”

Levi nervously laughs as he pulls you away from Keith. You didn’t want to be around him any longer so Levi taking you away was perfectly fine with you. “What’s that guys deal?” You asked with your lips pushed up and you eyebrows knitted. “As you can tell, he’s not a fan of you.” Well duh, you could tell. You look over Levi’s shoulder to see the man was still looking at you with his same crossed arms. “What a freak,” you mumbled and Levi huffed.

“That freak is pretty important to the scouts, he could have you removed if he really wanted to.” That statement didn’t scare you one bit. Everyone would raise hell if you got taken away, Levi even knew it. “He said I never show up to these, do you know why?” Your brow is quirked and your hand is on you hip, fingers tapping against it. It had become evident that Levi had kept you away from the man, but that seemed to have made things worse over the years.

“I’m sorry,” he said while scratching the back of his head. He knew you had already figured it out by the way you were looking at him. You laughed a bit at his mannerism, the guy really had you isolated from someone like Keith. “It’s fine, you just need to understand I can handle myself.” You smile and Levi ruffles your hair. “I’m well aware you can handle yourself. I experienced the (y/n) attitude when you first got here, don’t think I forgot.” You chuckle thinking of the hard times you used to give him.

“Oh you loved it, didn’t you? I mean look at us now.”He rolls his eyes at you and you can’t help but let out another laugh. “Yeah yeah, whatever you brat,” he says playfully, “Just avoid Keith till he leaves. I don’t feel like listening to him complain about you, I may use choice words with him myself.” You scan to make sure no ones looking, Mainly Keith, before you smack a kiss on his cheek. His cheeks heat up at the gesture, which you’d never done in public before. “You sound like an old man, I may use some choice words,” you voice deepens as you restate what he had just said.

Before he can say anything your giving him another kiss on the cheek and walking off, “I want to meet some cadets this year, unlike all the times before this.” He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek and narrows his eyes at you playfully. You walk off with a smile and wave, getting ready to greet the cadets. This would probably be the only time the new comers heard you speak to them directly.

Levi’s eyes watch you, then they widen when he sees Keith headed straight for you.

Shit, not again.

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lilred8220 · 3 years

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Well, yet another fic no one asked for😃

I wanted to write this because some time go, I was watching the fireworks when this song started to play↓↓↓

And I just thought how romantic it would be if I wasn't forever alone 🙃 so, I build a story around that. I hope you enjoy it!

P.s. This is a F!MC

I had been so excited for this day! In the human realm, my hometown this time of year had a huge festival ending with a huge firework show. I had asked to go a week in advance but due to being in the Devildom for the exchange program, I couldn't go. It definitely was a disappointment. However Diavolo, seeing me upset and now curious about the tradition, asked all about it and he thought it sounded fun. Thanks to him always wanting to do anything new, he immediately decided to do the same here in the Devildom.

So through the long week, he asked about everything we would do at the event to make it much more fun and quickly get everything ready to make this last second festival. It somehow all came together and it feels almost exactly like the festival from the human realm. The food, sweets and all! Now it was the time to enjoy the festival!

The brothers couldn't understand why I was so excited for this. Though we all went to festivals and saw fireworks, It was just something that I would always look forward to this time of the year and it's just more special this time around. It kinda feels as if I'm sharing something that I love with everyone I care about in a place where I like to call my new home. Hopefully they'll come to enjoy this as much as I do.

"So, this is called an Elephant ear?“ Beel asked, drooling at the large fried sweet in front of him.

I laugh, as I grab a piece before he can scarf the treat whole, "Yeah, it's just fried dough with powdered sugar on it. They usually sell these at any carnival or festival." I pop the elephant ear in my mouth, savoring the amazing taste.

The brothers each had something to eat as we took a break from all the festival games littered around. We all take two picnic benches for the 8 of us, well, us and Beel's giant pile of food he got. Everyone had won something from the games…well everyone but me and Mammon. Mammon was determined to win a game, yet his luck seemed to be the worse for wear today and all the games we'd gone to all ended up with one of the other brothers winning the game. My luck honestly wasn't any better due to playing the same games that the others had won.

"I'm telling ya! Those games are rigged! The people runnin 'em are just a bunch of con artists!“ Mammon yells, clearly frustrated that he hasn't gotten anything.

"Or maybe you just suck lol" Levi says, holding a Ruri-chan plush to his chest.

"Honestly, you really shouldn't be surprised, you were pretty terrible at all those games since you had no choice but to play fair." Satan adds on, which all the brothers nod in agreement.

Asmo laughs, "Well, what do you expect from a scumbag?"

I start to get annoyed as the brothers all start to bash on Mammon. He seems fine on the surface but I've been around him long enough, with him basically living in my room and all, to see all his little ticks. Like when he's excited, his hand gestures are more dramatic, to emphasize his point or how his eyes light up when something catches his attention, like something to make a quick buck. However, right now, with the way his mouth slightly twitches and his hand shoved into his pockets, he's upset. He really only does this when the brothers throw insult after insult at him, like right now.

I sigh as they continue their assault on him. But an idea comes to mind and it'll be easy enough to pull off.

"Does...that all that stuff apply to me too? Since I didn't win anything either, after all..." I say, putting on my best pouting face and looking down at the ground.

Immediately, the brothers started to panic, trying to reassure me that it wasn't true, successfully drawing their attention away from Mammon. I slightly looked up, passed the frantic brothers to lock eyes with Mammon. He stood there for a moment, a bit confused by my sudden comment. I flash him a quick smirk before looking up at the brothers, accepting their apologies. The brothers seemed to relax and drop the topic after that, returning to the food they have. Mammon, who had seemingly understood what my intentions really were, looked at me, with his face slightly flushed, then stared down at his food.

In Mammon's mind, he honestly doesn't know what force sent Y/N here but, she is honestly the best thing that has ever happened to him. At first, he hated the idea of being her guardian due to all of the extra work he was given. But, as days turned to weeks, her treatment towards him was nothing but sweet and loving. It honestly was a huge adjustment for him, since everyone treated him like scum or useless, having her place so much faith in him, even defending him and doing little gestures like this, it makes his head spin. He honestly couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but, his feelings for her drastically changed, he couldn't deny it now, how he longed for her, wanted her all to himself. How he loved her unconditionally.

I smile, quickly finish eating my food then stand up, "Ok! Time to get back to the games!“ I say, excitedly.

"Y/N, I'm glad you are excited but some of us still need to eat." Lucifer says, glancing at Beel and his mountain of food.

"Awww, come on Lucifer, I wanna try to win something before the fireworks start." I plop down again, putting my chin in my hands.

"Well, I'm sure we'll have plenty of time." Lucifer tries to cheer me up, eating some fries.

Mammon looks up at Y/N, upon seeing her upset. He honestly hated seeing Y/N upset, even if for something so small as to wait for everyone to finish eating. He wanted nothing more than to see her smile everyday, it honestly was one of his favorite parts of the day to see her smile so sweetly. He'll do anything to make her happy. He sits up and scarfs down his food before standing up. "Ok, how 'bout this,' ' Mammon gets up and walks over to me, ' ' since I haven't won anythin', I'm gonna go play some more games and I'll meet ya guys later. Y/N, ya can come if ya want to." Mammon starts to walk away, at a slower pace than he usually would.

"Yeah! Ok!" Before any of the other brothers could protest, I quickly got up and hurried over to Mammon. I can hear the brothers stumbling to get up to follow us.

"Hey! Mammon is stealing Y/N!"

"That's not fair!“

"That scumbag..."

I hear some of the things they're saying as they seem to be trying to catch up.

I grab Mammon's hand and start to make a run for it. "Come on!" I glanced back at Mammon, who seemed shocked. He looks back to see the brothers in hot pursuit of us. Getting the hint, Mammon picks up the pace. We high tail it out of there, laughing like a bunch of kids all the while.

Me and Mammon finally stop and I flop on the floor, trying to catch my breath as Mammon puts his hands on his knees.

"I…I think we lost 'em" Mammon pants, out of breath from running around.

"I…I think so…jeez, how…how do you always do this when you get in trouble?“ I wheeze out, my human body not used to running as much as a demon. Especially if that demon is Mammon.

Mammon straightens up, finally catching his breath, "Well, I'm not usually running from ALL of my brothers, just Lucifer mostly."

Mammon reaches his hand to me and after a moment, I let him help me up. He helps me to my feet and when I look up, his face is very close to mine. We stare at each other for a moment before both of our faces turn more flushed than we already were.

His bright blue eyes that have a hint of that golden yellow has me in a trance. When I first met Mammon, it was the first thing that drew my attention, it's honestly something that I always find myself staring at all of the time. They are very beautiful to me and never fail to make me feel relaxed when I see them. But not only that, he is a very handsome man. His rich caramel skin with his pure white hair makes his face stand out even more. He is just so captivating to look at, however his personality is what truly makes him shine. Even if he tries, and fails, to hide his true feelings, he always has his heart on his sleeve, rather if he realizes that or not. He tries so hard to help me or to even make my day brighter when I'm not feeling my best. He even tries to protect his brothers and is always there for them. He honestly is the most caring person I've ever met and I can't help but fall for him because of that.

Mammon looked down at her face, he honestly couldn't help but stare. In his mind, she was more beautiful than anyone he's ever seen. Her beauty not only stopped at her looks but the person she was. She was a true wonder to him, too good to be true yet, here she was, defying all logic. All he wanted to do was look at every detail of her face, her eyes as they shine, her soft skin as the blush covers her face, her parted lips as her breath finally slows down. Mammon was the first to turn away, catching himself now staring at nothing but her lips.

He clears his throat. "W-Well since we're here, let's get to some games!" Mammon says, his fangs flash with his grin.

We made our way to the nearest game booth, both of us looking at the various prizes. The booth in question is a simple ring toss, the bottles are organized by colors which show what size prize you can get. There are the ridiculously large stuffed bears that are taller than me to the very small animal plushies. Scanning all the prizes, one catches my attention, a black plush crow with a yellow tag on it. It was big enough to hold in your arms, it's wings dangled at its sides. It had its beak opened slightly to look like a smile. I glance over at Mammon, who is currently eyeing a plushie of a grimm, that also has a yellow tag hanging off of it. I laugh, thinking of how that plush crow reminded me of him.

Mammon looks at me, slightly confused, "What are ya laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, though I know what prize I want." I smile, looking back at the crow plush.

Mammon follows my eyes over to the plush, he tilts his head at my choice, "Ya sure that's what ya want? There are plenty of things better than that ol' crow."

I nod enthusiastically, "Yeah, I think it's cute, like someone else I know." I playfully push him.

His ears turn a dark red but he laughs, "Well, I know what I want so, let's go and win some prizes!“

We pay the demon running the game and start trying to make the rings reach its mark. However, as in most carnaval games, the rings in question are only slightly bigger than the top of the bottles, making it much harder to win. Not to mention the bottles for the better prizes are further back, making it much harder. As we try a couple times, we don't get much luck and we're running out of grimms to play. However as we reach our last game, even though I end up with nothing, Mammon manages to sink a ring on a yellow bottle.

"We have a winner!“ the demon behind the booth says, walking over to grab the ring.

"Yeah! This was nothin' for the Great Mammon!" Mammon threw his hands in the air, and I cheered with him, "You did it! You won!“

The demon walks back over to us, "Alrighty, you can pick a prize with a yellow tag. Which will it be?"

Mammon's eyes flick to the plush he was eyeing earlier and he goes to speak, but an announcement rings through the speakers all around the festival, "The firework show will be starting in 15 minutes, marking the end of the festival! So hurry and grab a seat to enjoy the show!“ a cheery voice says before the music from before starts to play again. Mammon looks down at me for a moment before a small smile appears on his face.

Mammon looks at the demon and points at the plush crow, "I'll take that one."

I look up at Mammon, "But, I thought you wanted-“ I get cut off by the demon swift return, "Here you go." The demon hands him the crow plush.

Mammon takes the plush from the demon with his usual bright smile and starts walking off, I quickly follow, still confused. Once I catch up, he looks at me with a blush on his face and holds out the crow to me.

"W-well, there wasn't really anythin' I wanted, so I figured I'd get this ol' crow since ya seemed to want it so bad." He says with his usual bravado, yet it was a bit more shy than normal.

"But, you said…" I start to say as I take the plush but, cut my thought short.

Even though I know he wanted something, that much he's been saying all day, he still got me this crow plush. Knowing how he struggles to do these things and becoming a stuttering mess when it's pointed out, I choose to not question him. Yet, I can't help but love him even more, him knowing that I wanted something as well and that he'll be going back home later with nothing. I'll have to repay him later but for now, I'll just enjoy the rest of the festival with him.

I shake my head and give him a smile, one that shows how much I truly appreciate and love him, "Thank you so much, Mammon." I hold the crow close to myself.

Mammon feels all the air in his lungs escape him. Y/N's smile, the sparkle of joy and something more…intimate in her eyes. Honestly, for a split second, he found himself jealous of that crow, seeing Y/N holding it so lovingly. He wanted, no, needed to show her how much he loves her. If not tonight, it'll drive him insane.

After looking a bit, me and Mammon found a perfect spot to watch the fireworks. We sat on a hill that was a bit further away from the festival and luckily, we could still hear the music playing from one of the speakers nearby. We sat in a comfortable silence, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Which based on the amount of time it took to find this isolated spot, it should start at any moment.

Mammon is resting his arms on his knees as I sit with my legs crossed, the plush crow close to my chest. I watch all the demons in the distance hurrying to find a spot to watch the show as well. Thankfully, none of them seem to look in this direction. So right now, it's just us, alone.

After a few moments, Mammon looks over at me and shyly starts to speak, "H-hey, Y/N?"

I look back at Mammon, noticing his face slowly forming a blush, "Yes?"

"I…I wanted to tell ya-" Mammon gets cut off by the first firework going off.

We slightly jump, but my eyes widen as the firework show starts, "It's starting!"

I watch as the firework starts to make the usual dark Devildom sky shine bright with many different colors. All the while, a familiar song starts to play on the speakers, making this a moment that I want to treasure always. It was a song from the human realm and it was a song that made this moment feel more intimate. I honestly couldn't ask for a better day, I got to go to the festival with all my favorite people and I even had, dare I say it, a wonderful date with Mammon. The thought of going on a date with Mammon makes my cheeks burn but I truly wish that this day would never end.

Mammon's heart starts to pound in his chest, his gaze never leaving Y/N. He watches as her eyes glow with wonder, watching the fireworks as if it were the first time. She never looked more beautiful, more perfect than right now. If he was ever gonna make his move, it had to be now. Mammon opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find it in himself to break her trance. However, his greed for her attention, her voice, her touch, for nothing but her, was growing. So, he closes his mouth and takes a deep breath. He leans closer to her as his shaky hand gently touches her cheek to turn her face towards him.

When I suddenly feel a light touch on my face, I snap back to reality. Before I can react, I feel my face being turned and suddenly, Mammon leans in, his eyes close and gently presses his lips on mine, like he's afraid that I'll break. My eyes widen, taking a moment to realize what is happening. Mammon, feeling me not move, starts to move away, most likely worried he did something wrong. But, not wanting to lose the moment, I quickly filled in the space he left, pressing my lips a bit harder than he did. Mammon tenses at my sudden movement but quickly melts into the kiss, holding my face with his hands. I place the plush to the side, momentarily forgotten, I place my hands on his chest for support.

The air stills, the world around us starts to disappear. The only thing to keep us from forgetting the world completely is the sound of fireworks and the song playing so sweetly.

I snake my arms around Mammon's neck, then he takes the chance to pull me in closer by my waist, closing the gap between us. Even though he was nervous at first, he seems to have relaxed, even nips at my bottom lip, causing me to gasp. He swiftly slips his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine, deepening the kiss. We held each other close, like we were afraid that the other would vanish.

Needing to breathe, we lean away slightly. I'm not sure when it happened, but I managed to end up on Mammon's lap. Mammon seems to also realize the position we're in and his breath hitches.

His hand comes up and holds my face, "I love ya, Y/N."

My heart flutters and I lean into his touch, "I love you too, Mammon. I…I always have."

"Y/N, I care about ya so much and I…I don't want anyone else trying to steal my most precious treasure from me. The thought of it kills me, because I'm yer first man." Mammon stops, becoming more shy, "I w-want ya to be mine and…I'll be yers…if ya want me."

I feel as though all of the butterflies in my stomach would explode out of me. I can't stop the big smile that appears on my face, "Mammon," I hold his face in my hands, "no one could ever take me away. And not only that but…" I bite my lip, feeling a bit bashful, "You already have me. Now and forever."

If Mammon could, his eyes would have hearts in them. He looked at me with such lovestruck eyes, his face is probably the most peaceful expression I've ever seen. I look back at him in awe, honestly have never seen him so happy, like he's on cloud nine.

A smile is plastered on his face, "I promise that I will be with ya till the end of time. I gotta be the luckiest demon in the whole festival, no, the Devildom. But, I guess I did win something at the festival after all." His smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "What do ya say we go somewhere more private and we can continue…this?"

My face turns red, but I nod. We stand up, I grab my plushie so that we can leave when I suddenly hear someone, or rather, some people, running this way.

"MAMMON!"

We spin around, both of us knowing too well who that voice belongs to. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are running at full sprint in our direction.

"Oh shit!" Mammon yells out, quickly sweeping me off my feet, making a run for it.

Startled, I grabbed on to Mammon's jacket, making sure to not drop my crow plush, "Ah! M-Mammon!“

He looks down at me, " Well, I might get strung up later, but I'm yer man now. I want ya all to myself and I don't know about ya, but I'm not ready for tonight to end." He flashes his signature smile.

I can't help but laugh, as we make yet another escape from the brothers. This is truly the best day I could have asked for.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #Spotify

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majolishious · 4 years

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Could we have the boys' reactions to MC being turned into a toddler? Maybe it's for a week and they all get to take care of MC for one day? >.

This was a lot of fun to write! Sorry about the wait, I hope you enjoy this ❤️

【House of Lamentation】

They all want to scream when they see Solomon holding the tiny toddler version of you. Solomon was trying to stifle a nervous laugh as 7 demons murdered him with their eyes, but he still tried to be reassuring by telling them the spell should wear off in a week, and quickly left you in their capable hands.

They kept a careful watch over you while deciding on what to do for that week, they came to the conclusion that it would be best if each of them took turns babysitting you, until you were back to normal.

【Lucifer - Day 1】

As the oldest, he took charge and made the first day his shift - he regretted it almost immediately as you tried to throw his important documents into the fire. His room and study aren’t exactly equipped for children, be he tries to find ways to keep you entertained that don’t involve you hurting yourself or destroying something. He manages to get you to play quietly after he took you out to buy some toys; since he figured you’d need them for the week-long ordeal, and despite saying he was going to work, as soon as you crept up to him, holding onto the plush rabbit he bought, he melted and pulled you up to sit on his lap, easing you down for a nap while he slowly and quietly worked away.

【Mammon - Day 2】

He couldn’t wait to get you from Lucifer. Finally, a whole day where he can goof off without being reprimanded for it. He takes you to the park, holding tightly onto your tiny hand the whole way, occasionally asking, “You haven’t dropped bunny, right?”, while he smiles and pets your head with his free hand. He’s incredibly patient and honestly, he’s great with children, you end up having the time of your life running around with him and being pushed on the swing; even going over to play with some demon children while Mammon watched like a hawk - going into full blown panic mode when you fell over and began to cry for him. He scooped you up in his arms, sitting down on a bench to check for any cuts, “Shhhh, you just got a light scrape it’s okay, the great Mammon will carry ya home on his back!”, he cooed.

【Leviathan - Day 3】

He hates it. You have no interest in playing video games or watching anime with him like your older version would, and you keep trying to play with his figures, “They’re not toys!”, he says a bit too loudly, making you burst into tears. He almost starts crying too, and scoops you up, hoping he can cheer you up with Henry 2.0, which works, and Levi can’t help but smile as you run along the outside of the tank, excitedly watching everything the goldfish does, until you eventually wear yourself out enough to want to sit down on Levi’s lap while he watches some light-hearted and family friendly anime with you.

【Satan - Day 4】

He spent the last few days reading up about how best to care for toddlers, and he thinks he has it down to an art form until Levi hands you off to him. Toddlers are very unpredictable, and he certainly can’t have you in his room. He ends up spending the day with you in the common room, keeping you entertained by reading a variety of stories to you, which seem to do well, but once you’re bored of story time with Satan, he has no idea what to do next. He could watch TV with you, but his shows aren’t exactly toddler-friendly. Instead, he digs out some old colouring books and pencils he used a long time ago; when he read that colouring reduces stress. It seemed to do a marvellous job at keeping you entertained for the rest of the day, and the picture you drew for Satan practically melted his heart.

【Asmodeus - Day 5】

He was so excited he could hardly wait until Satan dropped you off. Asmo had the whole day planned out with you more or less. To start with, he took you straight to Majolish and let you pick out some cute clothes, then to a cafe for a dessert while Asmo got to delight as the staff swooned over how well he was taking care of you and feeding you the dessert. Once you were both home, he picked out a bunch of Disney movies to watch with you, but that was for after the two of you played dress-up - with him snapping photos of the two of you for Devilgram. While watching the movies, Asmo had you sat on his lap wrapped, up in a blanket. Neither of you got through the first movie before the exhaustion of spending a day with Asmo gripped hold of you, lulling you both to sleep.

【Beelzebub - Day 6】

He was a bit nervous for his turn. He was worried that he’d scare you, and you’d cry, but any fear he had about that was quickly eased by you holding your arms up, waiting for Beel to scoop you up. He was pretty relaxed after that, and the two of you spent sometime in the kitchen making cakes together. It got a bit messy, but overall, it was rather fun, Beel even found a way to make the cleaning up fun too, though it was only fun for him because you were having fun. Once the two of you had been removed from the kitchen so dinner preparations could be made, Beel decided it was time for him to do a work out, and it turns out, you’re still a great companion for that too. You sat on his back and laughed the whole time he did pushups, and there was something adorable about watching you try and do sit-ups with him.

【Belphegor - Day 7】

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t dreading his turn. Children aren’t known for their love of taking it easy and sleeping, so he has a feeling he was in for a pretty rough time. When he took you from Beel, he noticed something a bit off. You were being unusually quiet, and content to rest against Belphie’s chest. Turns out, the last few days you spent with his brothers had completely exhausted you, leaving you ready for a day of relaxing with Belphie. All of his Christmas had come at once, and has he pulled a blanket over you and him, the moment his head hit his pillow, he was out like a light. The next time you woke up, you were back to normal, but still resting against Belphie’s chest. Now it was time to plot your revenge against Solomon.

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chibinekochan · 4 years

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Obey me! The brothers find your sketchbook

Requested were only the main boys but I threw in a little bonus. I hope you enjoy

Belphegor

He is curious when he sees your sketchbook laying on the table.

Belphie has seen you doodling in it a few times.

Always lost in your own little world.

He chuckles with amusement.

Belpie only wants to see a peek of what you usually draw.

He finds a drawing of his brothers.

Belphie pouts a bit upon seeing that.

Despite it being a nice drawing it kinda upsets him that you drew someone else.

Then finally he sees a drawing of himself.

He is very pleased about this.

He flips to the pages and seems a bit upset when he sees another one of his brothers but he is smiling at every other drawing you have.

Especially when it becomes very obvious who have drawn the most.

It's none other than himself.

He feels extremely happy.

Not only does this mean you favor him above anyone else but he also thinks the drawings of himself are the best looking.

He finds it a bit funny that he is awake in almost each of your drawings, except the very first one you made.

You have drawn him from almost every angle.

He feels very happy.

His favorite drawing of himself is the one where he is seemingly daydreaming, looking in your general direction.

He can still recall that very moment and didn't think that you had noticed it.

You were so deep in your sketchbook that he couldn't help but look at you the whole time.

Who would have thought that you were drawing him at that very moment.

He will not tell you about his findings but you can tell that he looks at you and seems to smile way more often.

Great, just more material for you to draw!

Beelzebub

He almost spills drink over the table.

Beel then spots your sketchbook.

Just to make sure that it's alright he opens the book.

He is relieved to find it is completely fine.

Then he sees one of your sketches of himself.

He smiles softly at this.

Beelzebub finds this so great.

It makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

He flips through the pages and finds more and more sketches of himself.

He smiles so much.

He almost hugs the book, but he doesn't want to crumple it.

He had no idea that you were drawing him this much or at all really.

The only drawing you had shown him was of a dog, and he loved it.

Beelzebub feels very special and is really happy.

He later hands the book back to you, with a huge smile and admits that he looked at it.

You are a bit shy about your drawings.

Beelzebub gives you many compliments and you become really flustered but also very proud of your work.

Beel offers to model for you if you ever want him to do it.

He often asks to see some of your drawings.

He always has the biggest smile when you show him.

Especially if it's a drawing of himself.

Mammon

He finds the sketch book in your room.

He just can't help himself and takes a peek.

Only to find a drawing of himself grinning back at him.

Mammon blushes a bit and turns the page, only to find a drawing of one of his brothers.

He lets out a loud ;ah come on.

A bit frustrated, he turns a few more pages and then some more.

He finds more and more drawings of himself.

Mammon feels pretty good about this.

Of course you would draw him the most.

He is very happy.

You really seem to have a great eye for him, like all these poses all are flattering to him.

These are better than some of his professional pictures.

He loves every single one.

Mammon takes pictures of every single drawing of himself.

He only keeps them to himself, and even puts a password on the folder.

He doesn't confess to you but he is more often seen posing for you.

Each time he later looks if you drew him in a set pose.

He is ecstatic whenever you do.

You kinda have an idea that he has seen the sketch book but you don't mind and just keep drawing him when he is posing for you.

You are just happy that he likes your drawings.

Lucifer

Your sketchbook got mixed up with some of his papers.

He just opens it, thinking it's just some paperwork.

Then he notices the drawing on the first page.

Lucifer closes the book, just wanting to move on, then he sees it's yours.

He is curious now and looks at a few drawings.

Then he sees a drawing of himself.

He hums, pleased at what he sees.

Lucifer is very pleased by your drawing.

He had portraits made of him but they've never been able to truly capture his essence, you on the other hand seem to be.

He flips threw more pages, the entire sketch book.

Lucifer is very pleased that you drew him more times than anyone else.

He did see you looking at him quite intently, Lucifer now knows why.

Lucifer decides to give you the book back without much of a comment.

You ask him if he saw the drawings.

Lucifer admits that he has indeed seen your drawings.

This makes you feel a bit awkward.

He has nothing but compliments for you, which really flusters you.

Lucifer is very happy and thinks about requesting a portrait of himself from you.

It certainly would make his day.

Satan

He finds your sketchbook between some of his books.

How did that even get in there?

Well he will just return it to you.

Then he becomes quite curious.

Satan has seen you drawing before, completely lost in your own world.

Kinda like him with books.

He always wanted to know what you are drawing.

Satan opens the sketchbook and finds a few very nice drawings of random things and people that he doesn't know.

Then finally he sees a drawing of himself.

You really did draw him.

This makes him feel very proud and happy.

He finds a few of his brothers, he quickly skips these drawings, but whenever he spots one of himself he smiles and admires the drawing.

He is especially pleased to see that you drew him the most times.

He was never so happy about anything before.

Satan just puts the sketch book to the books he wants to give to you.

He honestly hopes that you will show him your drawings someday.

If you do he will definitely ask you for one of his drawings.

He loves them so much.

Leviathan

He finds your sketchbook between some of the games you returned to him.

At first he doesn't want to look inside but in the end he is just too curious.

He has seen a bit of your art but you always close the book before he can really admire it.

Levi carefully opens the book and takes a peek at the first page.

It's a character from your favorite show.

It's very good, Levi is a bit jealous of your talent but he is also impressed.

Then he flips through a few more pages and almost drops the sketchbook when he suddenly sees a drawing of himself.

He is genuinely surprised that you drew him.

Why would you waste your talent on someone like him?

Leviathan keeps looking through your entire sketchbook.

He finds many more drawings of himself, some that picture him in various different outfits from anime you watch together.

He finds these very special.

In the end he smiles a lot.

You draw him so much that alone makes him very happy.

On top of that you give him many cosplay ideas and he is over the moon to see himself in these outfits.

Especially drawn by you.

He gathers all his courage and grabs his own sketchbook and goes straight to your room.

Before his determination fails him.

He then shyly hands the book back to you and apologizes for looking into it and then gives you his own sketchbook to look through.

You find this very sweet of him.

You know how shy Levi is about this.

You let him in your room and with a big smile you look through Levi's sketchbook.

Much to your surprise he also has countless drawings of you in different outfits.

This makes you very happy.

You both then spend hours talking about your art and it's very exciting for both of you.

Surprise guest

Diavolo

He finds your sketchbook left behind in the student council room.

At first he just wants to return to you, but then he decides to look through it anyway.

He is mainly just curious.

Diavolo is pretty impressed.

He sees a few drawings from the human world, different animals and people.

Diavolo finds them all very interesting.

He keeps flipping pages with a huge smile and then he sees himself.

Diavolo is very pleased to see this.

You draw him, how great.

He has to show the drawing to Barbatos right away.

He is super happy and pretty giddy.

He sees drawings of some of the demon brothers.

Diavolo has to show every single one to Barbatos. He is so delighted.

Even more beaming upon every drawing he sees.

Someone get sunglasses.

He is so giddy when he is done.

Diavolo has to tell you right away.

He asks Lucifer where your room is, not failing to show him a few of your drawings.

Lucifer just points him to your room.

Diavolo knocks on your door.

You honestly didn't expect him at all.

You almost faint from his bright smile and then he gives you your sketchbook back.

Diavolo showers you with compliments and has a million questions about the drawings and then he asks you if you want him to model for you.

He would be very happy to squeeze you into his schedule.

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reclusiveprincessofsharks · 4 years

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Say You Love Me

AsmoxGN!Reader (Lowkey hints of SatanxReader)

Word count: 1,180

Based off this:

Running. You were always running it seemed. Running between classes, and tasks, and brothers’ rooms.

You knew it was your choice to keep yourself this busy so you didn’t mind it. After all not everyone decided to have more than one boyfriend. So far you found yourself a partner to Mammon, Levi, Beel, and most recently Asmo. You had a feeling this list would only continue to grow as you got closer to each brother. Boyfriends aside, you also had your studies and friendships to juggle.

Right now you were running through the cold halls of the House of Lamentation to a study session with Satan; the brother most likely to become your next boyfriend based on how things were going between the two of you.

You shook that thought from your head with a blush dusting your cheeks. It was time to study. NOT time to be swept off your feet yet again. You had an important test coming up that you didn’t want to get anything less than a B on to maintain your streak of B’s this semester. If you did get anything less you had a sneaking suspicion that Lucifer would say that you were not doing your part to uphold the honor of Lord Diavolo.

You skid to a halt in front of the large double doors of the library. You just barely made it on time for your study date. Satan greeted you with his beautiful smile and it made your heart melt. You took a seat next to him at the table near the fireplace. After settling your nerves that always seemed to start up around him you dove right into studying.

About 20 minutes into your study session your D.D.D. started ringing. Asmo’s gorgeous face popped up.

“Hi babe. What’s up?” You asked distractedly. “Y/N where are you?? I thought we were going on a shopping date today!” Asmo drew his words out in that way he does when he’s upset. He sounds upset enough to be stomping his foot like a toddler.

Your eyebrows shot up and your eyes widened. Fuck. You double booked yourself.

“Shit Asmo I’m so sorry. I accidentally double booked myself. I’m studying with Satan right now.” You tried to sound as apologetic as possible. You could practically hear his heart break on the other side of the call.

You knew something like this would be inevitable despite your best efforts to avoid it. You kept a physical planner on your person, an online calendar in your D.D.D., and posted sticky notes everywhere in your room to remind you of everything you had planned with all the boys in your life. God why did you have so many boys??

“How could you forget about me? I am the embodiment of Lust and you forgot our date?!” You knew he was making that rare angry face, but his words were tinged with sadness.

“I know you are my darling. You are the most stunning being and I’m lucky to have you.” You hated yourself at the thought that you had upset him. The only way this could be worse is if you had done this to Levi. Thankfully Asmo was less prone to phasing into his demon form and wreaking havoc than Levi.

“Darling… May I take you out to Ristorante Six tonight? I know it’s not the same as going shopping, but I want to see you.” You hoped this would help to bandage his wounded heart. “Let me spoil you.” You added lovingly.

“Of course you want to see me. How could you not?” Asmo said in a sing-song tone. “Fine I will let you spoil me. I’ll see you tonight.” He sounded mostly like himself again although you knew better than to assume he was perfectly fine. You had no doubt the saying “Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned” must have come from one of Asmo’s previous partners wronging him. You knew what he was capable of and it wasn’t pretty.

Asmodeus was the Avatar of Lust. He was always wanted and desired. He didn’t know how to feel when you showed up and were unable to be charmed by him. You knew it had damaged his ego a bit when he realized you didn’t fawn all over him immediately the second he appeared before you. Even though he tried to hide it, it made him nervous possibly to the point of being insecure.

“Ok thank you. I’ll see you tonight.” You sighed out a breath of relief that he was allowing you this chance to fix your mistake. Asmo was never above being petty and hurtful, but he tried around you. He genuinely cared for you and wanted your relationship to be healthy and last a long time.

After you hung up the phone a stiff silence settled in the air. Satan had not looked up from his notes in some time and his smile had faded. God did you hurt him too? Fuck today was not your day.

“Sorry about that. I guess I’m not doing a very good job at keeping up with my schedule.” You tried to laugh it off, but couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment.

The library was so quiet you could hear the beating of your own heart pounding anxiously against your chest. It remained silent for what felt like eons before Satan spoke again in a hushed tone.

“I still have your full attention for the time being, don’t I?” He reached out and took your chin in his hand, turning your face toward him. He was unexpectedly close. You drew a breath in nervously and nodded. He released you, but didn’t move away from you.

“Good. I don’t like to compete for what’s mine currently, Kitten.” He smirked, seemingly satisfied with your reaction. He pulled away from you and returned to his books. Your heart beat wildly. Fuck that was hot. Kitten? You weren’t gonna complain about that.

The study session wrapped up, though you didn’t feel like you had been capable of retaining any information after the phone call with Asmo and the “Kitten” incident. You slumped a little at the thought of having to study more, but alone this time as to avoid being put in any romantic situations that might cause your heart to explode.

The halls echoed with your hurried steps as you went to your room to get ready for your dinner with Asmo. Your mind raced with thoughts of what outfit you should wear to please your fashionable boyfriend.

Standing in front of your overflowing closet you grimaced. If it were up to you, you would have half this amount of clothes, but every time Asmo saw something he thought you would look good in he bought it for you. He did this even before you started dating. It was even worse now. You honestly wish he would just pick what you would wear.

Wait! That’s not a bad idea. You pick out several outfits Asmo has bought you ranging from classy to slutty and text him a picture.

You: Pick an outfit for me?

You send a winking Devilmoji along with the outfit choices.

Asmo: I just painted my nails pink for tonight.

Asmo: I want frilly and pink!

You: You got it mi amore

You lock your phone and get yourself ready for the night.

When going out with Asmo you feel compelled to use all of the expensive products you have while you get ready. You don yourself in luxurious body lotion, hair products, perfume, and jewelry. All purchased for you by none other than Asmo.

The door to your room opens with no knock and Asmo sweeps in looking absolutely divine. His smell hits you and you feel as though you just walked into a garden of roses. What had you done to make this gorgeous man fall in love with you?

He glided over to you, a dazzling smile plastered on his face. “Darling I’ve come to be wooed.” No matter how many times you heard that melodic voice you were never prepared for the effect it had on you. Every part of him was built to entice and seduce. How were you supposed to get used to this?

“And I am prepared to woo you.” You leaned up on your tip toes and planted a soft kiss to his lips. His lips were always perfectly smooth and soft beneath yours. You would expect nothing less of the Avatar of Lust.

Sinfully delicious smells floated through the air inside of the restaurant. Everything in the Devildom was built to entice a person or demon to sin. The food was something that always tempted you here. However tonight wasn’t about you indulging, it was about showing Asmo your love and attention.

You were seated across from him at a small table for two. Everything was candlelit and Asmo’s Amber eyes sparkled like liquid honey in this light. You had to keep reminding yourself not to get lost in them.

Dinner was going well so far. Asmo seemed happy to sit and dine on the best food in the Devildom with you by his side. He showed almost none of that sadness you had heard earlier as he chatted excitedly about the upcoming trends. You could still sense it within him though.

When there was finally a lull in conversation Asmo’s face seemed to drop.

“Y/N…” You looked up at him to catch a gentle look of sadness in his face. “You love me… right?”

Was Asmo really asking this? How could you not love him? He was the Avatar of Lust. He loved you in ways you never thought anyone would. In what world would you not love this man?

“Oh Asmodeus of course I do.” You reached out your hand to hold his from across the table. He stared down at your hands. He gently placed his other hand on top of yours.

“Hey, tell me you love me. I want to hear you say it.” Asmo looked into your eyes. He held no false pretense. He was being 100 percent vulnerable to you.

“I love you. Now and forever Asmo.” You gave the hand beneath yours a loving squeeze. “Even if you had a pimple on your face, or your teeth yellowed, or if all your hair fell out. I would love you always because you are you. My Asmo.”

Asmo smiled and lifted your hand to his lips to place a sweet kiss to it. “Thank you darling.”

He sighed contently as he gazed into your eyes. “I love you Y/N. Thank you for loving me.”

After paying for the hefty bill, you both headed back to The House of Lamentation content knowing that your love would continue to grow and blossom in the most beautiful ways.

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writingsofmyimagination · 4 years

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Instinct |6|

Levi x Reader

Summary: An unwelcome(ish) blast from the Captain’s trainee days comes back to the Scouting Regiment and old habits die hard.

Instinct: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

So I decided to carry on with the series. Bit of a time jump... now around Chapter 72 time :)

tags: @nefelimalfoy @beautifulimperfections13 @pjimochi @submissive-bangtan

Enjoy :)

Words:3232

Warnings: Swearing (Obvs), Smut, Smut -Pretty Sub Levi…..Like Oooof!

“Sooo, how did it go with Erwin, I assume you tried again to convince him to stay” Levi and you merged to walk the same direction in the dusty courtyard. Green cape briskly swept over your shoulder as the wind nipped at your forearms; little pin pricks of cold. The temperature measured equally in Levi’s dark face; hair half drooped over his forehead. The orange hue from all the lamps casting a shadow covering a scowl which quickly came into view.

“That good huh?” you added, trying to coax blood out of a stone.

“Those two brats just don’t stop” The stone completing dodging the question.

“Again!?” Eyes rolling.

“You should just let them go for it; they’d tire themselves out eventually”

“Ugh… if I didn’t need to make sure his energy was fully preserved for tomorrow I would” Levi unburdened you of the large unopened bottle of vodka from under your arm.

“Corporal YL/N” Erwin called as he added another walking body to the courtyard.

“I’ll catch up” You offered Levi as he’d already turned his back to you and walked off. The trio of Mikasa, Eren and Armin bundled out of the canteen hall in a cheery ball of jest.

“Hey suicidal maniac!” Jean called propping the canteen door open with his foot, hand gripped around a green survey corp jacket.

“You forgot this” Jacket launched quicker than Eren could react. You rushed over before Eren had finished screaming ‘You little…’. Your fist tight around Eren’s. You twisted his arm manipulating him to the ground before he could strike.

“Aaah” Eren wailed as he picked himself up from the dirt.

“Jean, extra clean up duty” His face shadowed with annoyance; Eren’s on the other hand brightened.

“Eren after this mission cleaning duty with Levi wherever he chooses”. It was now Eren’s turn for his face to drop and Jean’s to brighten in a balanced 360.

“Yes Corporal” They both mumbled heads down. Jean disappeared back to the canteen and Eren slumped down on the steps next to Mikasa and Armin.

“Sorry Commander” Returning to where you were called.

“It’s quite alright, ready for tomorrow?”

“As ready as you can be” Your response was still yet polite.

“Oh come on Y/N, I know your pumped, no need to be restrained for me. Anyway, I just wanted to assure you that I will be commanding tomorrows mission Despite the chattering going through the core at present”

“Sir, honestly, I wouldn’t expect anything less, this is your dream too”

“Levi tried to convince me otherwise, to his failure of course”

“He did mention it, mostly in the form of him being quieter and slightly grumpier than normal”

A slight knowing smile crept minutely onto Erwin’s lips.

“I thought as much, anyway, enjoy your night. I assume the bottle Levi stropped off with was for you”

“Most definitely more for me. Good night commander. Rest well”.

The trio were still sat perched on the steps. Armin, the forever motivator of life beyond the walls exciting the others. The glimmer of hope sprinkled on their expressions light bright fairy dust a refreshing view. Even on Mikasa it was a sight to behold.

Entering the archway something black and still in the corner drew your attention. Head dropped down, his sullen gaze lightened, a few creases less on his face when the confusion struck yours.

“Didn’t know earwigging was your thing” You said, quieter to not alert the three kids. Levi shuffled himself off the floor and vigorously brushed himself down, slight creases grew in his forehead at checking his hands. He gave one more rushed wipe down before you both made your way to his office

“I wasn’t earwigging… I was listening to the brats be hopeful and dream about the future” There was slight distaste scattered through his words.

“Sooooo earwigging…. And is that a bad thing?” The over-dramatic roll of his eyes was heard like a sassy echo in the bare office he liked to squirrel away in.

All that was scattered on the wooden table to the back of the room was a few sheets of paper with diagrams, drawing, indecipherable scribbles that only Levi could understand.

He slumped himself down onto the armed wooden chair, scowl still present staring blankly down at the desk.

Jeez he really is in a grump.

“Okay captain scowl!” You began.

“Erwin needs this, I’m sure he is more than aware that this could potentially be his last mission. He’s not the type to sit back the same way you aren’t” Your arms now folded, strength firm in your stance.

“But his loss would be detrimental to humanity, guy is a damn genius”

“Yeessss he’s a genius, will it be a huge hit, course it will, but he wouldn’t be going if he knew that the Corps wouldn’t be in good hands if something were to happen” He shuffled the papers into a somewhat neater pile and placed them meticulously down in the centre of the table.

“I suppose your right” He conceded twiddling a pencil through his fingers.

“Aren’t I always?” Whisky frosting half of the small tumbler a golden brown which soon disappeared when the glass touched your lips.

“Now....” hanging onto the word diffusing into something much more sultry

You waltzed over to his desk, fingers already teasing undone the buttons of your blouse.

“Can you please stop thinking about work, it’s going to be a challenging day tomorrow as it is” you pleaded leaning against his desk facing him. The final button undone, sight teasing him away from his concentration. Holding the sides of the shirt like curtains to a happier Levi.

“Understatement” He mumbled, his finger finding its way through a belt loop, corner of his lips turning up to a wicked smirk, just how you like them.

“It’s also an understatement that you’re such a tease” he added, the shimmering glaze of mischief reflecting in his eyes coaxed a raised eyebrow with the victorious tinge of your lips.

“Oh Soo I am tempting you then?” his leg now in between yours, his hand resting on your sides

“Perhaps” He tugged at your bra with strong determined hands freeing your breast for his teeth to lightly toy with. Your only was response to hum in approval.

“LEEEVVIIII!” A high wailed cry barely muffled by the dark wooden door.

“Shit!” the pair of you breathed unanimously. You didn’t have any time to fix any of your clothing predicament before the door crashed open and Hanje burst in. To her you were just lent up against Levi’s desk with your arms folder; Levi remained in the chair stoic as ever.

Don’t come round!, don’t come round!

Panicked thoughts spun through your mind like a pin wheel.

“What do you want Hanje?” Annoyance slipping over Levi’s voice coating of distaste thoroughly embedded through it.

“I just wanted to let you know everything is ready for tomorrow”

That’s oddly calm considering her entrance.

Hanje looked mildy uncomfortable, her cheeks were slightly puffed, eyes were wide and flitty. Thankfully she’d not move from where she stopped on the right side of the desk.

You and Levi both waited a beat

“AREN’T YOU BOTH SOOO EXCITED!” She finally burst, her body fully exploding with movement. High pitched; almost intolerable. Levi’s eyes rolled. Obviously.

There we go.

“We’re going to THE BASEMENT!” she continued, her hyped up voice became distant as it was drowned out by the concentration of your fingers being sly in trying to do your buttons up. Levi thankfully battered no eyelids at your miniscule movements. Your shoulders dropped, reveal crisis averted.

“I’m aware” Levi droned

“Is Levi not too much of a damn stone to be spending all this time with? If I didn’t know Levi had such a small capacity for emotions, I’d say you two are a thing”

Hilarious. He may not have the massive heart…

“Can you actually imagine?” You laughed competing with her hysterics.

“Jesus Christ Ladies!” Levi complained tutting.

“I’m sorry Levi” Hanje managed still trying to control her laughter turning and leaving humming way too loudly on her exit.

“Can you not encourage that damn woman” He whined, stood out of his chair encroaching on your personal space, stealing a hard kiss from you.

“I thing you’ll find I’m helping our cover.” The two of you quickly became absorbed into each other again. As cold as he could be, his body never failed to be the warmth pressed against you that you needed.

“I think you’re a pain in my ass” he quipped back.

A pain in his ass he couldn’t let go of

“If you take me upstairs, I will be” You tested. His smirk against your lips was matched, pupils growing pools of craving.

Door clicked shut on the rest of the world, his shirt racing to the floor before you could tussle the buttons of your own shirt back open. The back of your legs hitting the rough surface of the table, the contact not disrupting the soft pressure of his lips dancing with yours; his bottom lip catching numerous times between the gentle tug of your teeth. The harsh pillows didn’t linger on your lips for long. The nips at your neck quickly ached with desperation, impatience crying through the hands fumbling at your trouser buttons. Your trousers pooled at the floor; strong grip at your waist encouraging you half onto the table. You placed a stern hand on his chest in halt.

“What’s wrong?” He breathed through staggered breathes. You answered with movement grabbing the towel from the dresser and coating the table.

“I’m not getting splinters for you. On your knees” You ordered sliding up onto the table after slipping of your underwear in a seductive swoop. Levi on his knees focused glistened eyes zoning on your every small movement. His glare ran ablaze with your foot firm on his shoulder, drinking in the view of soft pale skin. The thighs he knew looked so pretty with blossoming red flower bruises. The way he loved to make them quiver; you whimpering his name.

“Always so patient” you praised. His insides were clenched, teetering on the edge of desperation. Dying for your call. He swallowed hard, with the insatiable thirst had ravaging over him. This may have combusted when your hand dipped between your own thighs. Humanities strongest kneeling desperate on the floor beneath you trying to harness all the will to stay put.

“Tell me what you want” you offered your hand, foot sliding of his shoulder. His mouth enveloped round the wetness of your fingers; a deep hum vibrated through his throat.

Your legs now parted with him snug in-between. He was making you wait for his answer.

“Well?” He stilled for a moment completely faking to ponder. Hands ghosting up your lower leg, your soft skin only imploring him higher. Your index finger stroking come hither under his chin

“Mmm” The pair of you mumbled, white knuckles gripped his shoulders. Even with your lips pressed together you could feel the wicked way the edges of his lips curled upwards.

“This” he managed, drowning out your whine. Already feeling the controlled digits inside pressing to your walls.

“Be more specific or you get nothing” pleasant strain and held back whines hidden terribly in your voice.

“Ugh” Levi complained.

“Did you roll your eyes at me?”

“On the chair!”. Your tone snapper quicker than a whip.

“You can’t tell me what you want, then I’m just going to keep giving until I’m finished with you”

“Hands behind your back until I say otherwise” you added, hands prying his thighs wider.

“Eyes on me baby” He tried not to blink. Forcing himself to look down, refusing his eyes to roll upward as you’d dropped to your knees. Tongue licking a slow stripe on the underside of his member. His bottom lip catching between his teeth. He could only enjoy the sweet warmth of your mouth for a few blissful moments before his bottom lip puffed out in hardcore sulk mode. You turned from him, sweeping your hair to the front of your shoulder carefully balancing your weight as you lowered yourself onto him; not how he’d like. You’d sat on his lap purposely avoiding him. Your hips circled, your head back resting the side of his neck, his low whines now right at the shell of your ear.

“Oh did you think I’d give it up that easy?”

“Don’t think so ….”

You thumb teased over the tip of his cock before honing your attention to focus on the movement of your hips”

“Please” He whined

“I’ve hardly done anything” You toyed. Knowing full well it didn’t matter; not with the fact the pair of you had had little time over the last week or so. It was all just too easy to get to him.

“Mmm…no. You can sit there and feel me.”

Frustration began seething though his controlled breaths, hips trying to match your movements under your weight. Your skin was heating up, but yet you could almost shiver with how sparked your nerve endings were. His lips stuttering soundlessly

“Something you wanna say?”

“Please just cum on me…”

Pale milky wax in droplets solidified on his chest. Each one earned a hiss past his lips with the occasional curse chucked into the air for measure. Moisture gathered where his hair met his skin and shone in the flickering candlelight

Small red flower patches blossomed so prettily when the wax dropped of his skin. Your lips followed the beautiful field to the buds on his chest. His desperate groan elicited at the grip of your teeth his hips couldn’t help but buck up into you.

“Levi…Fuck!” Finally allowing yourself to sink down onto him, exasperated pants omitted by both of you in solace.

“Please let me have you now, I need yooou” Your hands still at his chest, hips circling at a painful pace. Torturous eyes hand in hand with the unforgiving smirk beaming.

“But I love it when you’re so desperate, you’ll be begging me to stop when you’re too sensitive”

“How many times can you cum before you can’t take it anymore?” Levi had a damn near ridiculous refractory period, in addition to his extraordinary strength and healing speed. You loved it and saw it as a fun challenge to push it.

“Had enough? More?” You asked the writhing body under you, smirk still strong on your face. Moans choked in his throat. His stomach drizzled with himself, the rest of him you wiped away from around your lips. The veins in his neck jumping as he turned to you, his chest rising and falling in steadying moves. The unmistakeable moisture filled eyes, water gathering at the corners in frustrated droplets. His muscles quivering under your touch, so flooded with sensitivity.

“You” he whined, voice becoming dryer and crying with desperation with each passing breathe.

“Oh you think you can go one more with me?” You’d allowed yourself very little. Your walls were throbbing against nothing. The tension that had filled your muscles the tightly wound fibres needed an outlet.

The exhausted body beneath you moved with a sudden refilled confidence and stability knocking you back. Your hands locked behind his neck; you were half sat up and supported through his hand at your lower back. A fresh accelerated fire fight raging behind the dark orbs of his eyes, you’d pushed him, he’d had enough. Your cry had the hint of a giggle finally having him inside you, cheeky smile under your bit lip.

“Stop being a tortuous brat, ride me, make yourself cum around me or swear to god”

“Swear to god what?” you challenged clenching around him. His response; hissing with regret. Over-sensitivity pained in his features; brows knitted together as yours widened with your smile.

“Mmm” the pained hum melted right in your ear. Melted chocolate dripping of a soft pink marshmallow. Unwavering stable hand still solid supporting you. Your weight cradled into him, fingertips digging into his shoulder blades. Finally allowing your hips to spiral, unwinding all the patience you’ve exercised. Currents of heated heavy breaths washed across your chest. He ceased to challenge with any more words. Chest pushed against his; heat gathering in moist droplets between you.

You stole as many messy kisses in-between your moans and whines as you could; Levi had resorted to mostly grunts, his hips movements becoming staggered, each thrust becoming harder but seemingly more exhaustive. You shifted your weight forward. You’d felt his muscles begin to shake. Levi was now on his back hair falling against the pillow as beautiful black spikes.

“God you feel so good” You whined rolling your hips. Hands planted cupped around his thighs, gripping hard nails leaving crescents in the muscled flesh. With your back arched, chest bare and vulnerable to the dragged out firm knead of Levi’s hands. His arms dropped to cradle your hips slowing them down.

“Too much for you baby?” You cooed sliding your hands to his chest, one creeping further to sit at his throat.

“Mmmhm…Don’t ……” He warned. You were never going heed his warning; you tightened your grip disobeying the pressure at your hips and rocking him freefalling off that cliff. His head rolled back harsh against the mattress. The intoxicating chimera of blissful pain bled into relief. Hearing the beautiful stuttering sounds and pants of Levi falling apart had you equally calling out his name with jaggged breaths.

You were gently coaxed out of sleep by floating plump kisses at your shoulders, a wandering breeze of his hand cloaking round your waist.

“Why does time go so fast” you mumbled, shifting onto your back. The cotton sheets were fresh against your exposed chest, cooled by the crisp air flowing in through the open window. High positive chirps from the birds living un-unbeknown to the burdens of the day ahead.

“Wait how come you’re not up and dressed and kicking me out of bed earlier than necessary?” The pleasant surprise had you smiling more sweetly than you’d like him to see and you felt more peace than you’d normally allow yourself.

The peace went to full blown serenity like a spring morning trickling stream when his lips half turned up followed by a soft chuckle oozing with acknowledgement.

“Jeez you moan when I up and leave and moan when I stay, am I ever going to get a break with you?” Levi huffed way to animatedly to suit him; he kicked off the sheets and went to lug himself out of the bed. You tugged him back towards you just off balance to get him on his back to secure your thighs at his hips.

“Do you honestly wanna break from this?” Flicking your hair up in your grip allowing it to trickle loosely out of your hand. You fought his weight trying to push you off, which when he actually re-calibrated his balance he managed. One hand weakly holding your wrists together above your head. You were met with silence and a smirk worthy of the first ring of hell. He bounced off and slid his white shirt on. Neither of you spoke again until you dragged yourself to the bathroom.

“Annoyingly even when you act a brat I still can’t stay away. I’d would be weird without you now”

“Exactly”

Wait what?

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| chapter one

| the sound of forgetting

summary: after being wrongly accused of the murder of her fiancé, Bella Swan is trying to find stability in her broken life. Until a mysterious brown-haired boy reveals a harrowing secret about the man she loved, and she embarks on a time-bending journey to clear her name…

a/n: hooray harooh harrah i finished chapter one and this baby is ready to go! i can’t communicate to you how pumped i am to explore this world and all the dark fantasy that comes with it! let me know what you think x

October 14th, 2012

It was still dark when I pulled my ancient Chevrolet pick-up into the parking lot of the café, and I settled the beast into an open space next to Dad's favorite oak tree. Killing the engine, I reveled in the heat of the truck's cab, bracing myself for the crisp, Washington air that awaited me outside. Unfortunately, I always drew the short straw when it came to taking the early morning shifts from my siblings – Seth and Leah knew how to get exactly what they wanted from Sue.

"Morning, Dad," I called out as I strode into the café, hitting the switch for the neon OPEN sign that hung on the front door; it awoke with a dull hum. Garish lights reflected off the green gingham tablecloths Charlie had bought the other day from Billy Black – I made a mental note to look for replacements when I got home.

"Morning, sweet pea," He replied from the kitchen, and I could hear bacon already sizzling on the grill.

Dad had been the proud owner of Clearwater's Bites, sharing the responsibility with his wife, Sue, for almost ten years. Nestled into the sleepy heart of Forks, Washington, Charlie had surprised Sue with the café as an engagement present after she told him about her life-long dream of owning a restaurant. In the summer of 2002, he became the head-chef, Sue ran the front-of-house, and waitressing shifts were shared out between me, Seth and Leah. I was happy to see that the place was still standing when I was released from prison.

I doubted anyone else would have wanted to hire a convicted murderer to make small talk with their regulars.

"Expecting it to be busy today?" I inquired, making polite small talk as I rolled napkins neatly around pairs of knives and forks.

"Not too sure, Bells. It is a Sunday so I doubt we'll be rammed, but, then again, I could be wrong. We'll have to see."

Thank goodness, I thought, breathing a sigh of relief into the growing stack of cutlery; at least there wouldn't be so many whispers and stares.

"Sounds good, Dad! I'm sure we'll be able to hold down the fort!"

I enjoyed working shifts with Charlie – neither of us were particularly big talkers, so we worked side-by-side in comfortable silence, nodding at each other as we passed. While he set about preparing for the breakfast shift, I worked at serving the odd customer, giving the place a scrub when we were quiet – my siblings were not as pedantic at cleaning as I was, so I think Charlie and Sue were happy to have me in the shop.

The early birds were my favorite people to serve because, where the café was quiet, I was able to pay close attention to what they ordered. Gladys, along with her Labrador, Skip, came in for her regular one-shot cappuccino with extra chocolate dusting, while an elderly gentleman in a bowler hat ordered a simple tea and sat against the far-window, reading a newspaper. I let my mind conjure a story where the two used to be high-school sweethearts, but were torn apart when Gladys' mother died, and she went to live with her aunt. After seven years with very little to do, I had learned to become reliant on my imagination.

It was around two hours into my shift that a stream of customers began to build, and our small parking lot became crammed with a plethora of vehicles. A buzz of chatter filled the room as people shared stories over cups of steaming liquid, and my heart swelled. When people were paying little attention to me, I felt content to find myself amongst a crowd again.

"Welcome to Clearwater's Bites," I chirped cheerfully, placing two laminated menus before a new table of customers. They were two brawny construction workers, and both wore black t-shirts that clung to their bulging chests, stained with streaks of paint and dust. "What can I get for you today?"

"Aren't you the woman who murdered her fiancé?"

The pen began to shake between my fingers, but I couldn't tell whether it was from anger or the tears that stung my eyes. My prison sentence came to an end a month ago, and, although the accident happened in 2005, my presence in town seemed to stir up old memories. The front page of every national press had covered the story from the moment the coastguard pulled The Victoria to shore, and I had been led off the deck in handcuffs. I would get the occasional inquiry as to whether I was happy to be back in town, or what I planned to do with my time now I had returned to Forks.

It was the direct questions that always threw me off.

"Uhm," I murmured, struggling to get my thoughts straight. "No, I don't think that was me, but I appreciate the inquiry."

"Oh, come on, it's definitely you! Isabella, isn't it?" The weaker of the two men smirked as he leaned back in his chair, taking in the view of my beat-up Levi's from behind. "I would recognize that ass anywhere."

I clicked my tongue against my teeth as I turned away from his gaze and looked around briefly to see if anyone had overheard what he said. No-one seemed to be paying attention to our interaction.

"Would you like some tea with that misogyny, Paul?" His friend remarked from behind his menu, throwing a glare in his direction. Paul sat back up in his chair.

"Would you just fuck off, Jake? I'm only messing with the pretty lady." He turned back to me. "You were definitely the lass I had pinned up in my locker last year."

"That's wonderful. Do you want me to autograph it for you?"

"Ay, Mami, is this that famous temper of yours? Hopefully, there's no sharp objects around."

Paul winked; I seethed.

"It's eight in the morning, for Christ's sake," Paul's tanned friend spat as he handed me his menu. "We'll take two Americanos. Black, no sugar."

"No problem," I replied, plastering my best customer service smile across my face. "Coming right up!"

"You could always leave me your number instead," Paul hollered at me as I shuffled back behind the counter, drowning out my racing thoughts with the noisy whirr of grinding coffee beans.

"Alright, sweetheart?" Charlie poked his head around the entrance to the kitchen, forehead glittering with sweat. He held two plates of eggs in his hands. "Not causing you trouble, are they?"

I punched the double-shot button a little too hard on our clunky coffee machine, watching the black liquid splutter into the awaiting cup. "Nothing I can't handle, Dad."

"Are you sure? I haven't seen them around before, so I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I told them to move along?"

I peeked over at the men again as I waited for their cups to fill. Paul sat texting on a cell-phone, no doubt something about me; his friend…Jake, I think it was, glanced over and smiled. I darted my gaze back to the coffee.

"Honestly, Dad, it's chill," I placed the now-steaming cups of coffee onto two saucers, grabbing a pot of sugar cubes. "Like you said, they're not regulars. Probably won't ever see them again."

Charlie nodded. "Chin up, Princess, don't let-"

"-Your tiara fall," I finished, turning back towards Paul and Jake. "I got it, Dad."

Gingerly returning to their table, I placed a cup in front of each of the men and practically ran back behind the counter before they could make any more remarks. I avoided looking in their direction for the duration of their stay, feeling relaxed as I watched them take the last swigs of their drinks.

Until Jake started walking towards the counter. Feeling my heart in my stomach, I pretended to be writing something on a spare blackboard.

"Hey," He said, standing awkwardly in front of the register. "I just came to bring this back. No sugar, remember?"

He placed the neglected sugar pot in front of me; I shook my head. "Oops, sorry. Just one of those mornings."

"No problem, I get that." He chuckled. "I kept waiting for you to come back to collect it. Seemed like you were avoiding our table…?"

"You're observant," I remarked. "Didn't want your friend to harass me again."

"Yeah, I also came over to say sorry about Paul. He's a bit too forward sometimes."

"Don't worry, I'm used to it." I picked up the sugar pot and wiggled it. "Thanks for bringing this back."

Jake smiled, and we stood there in silence for a moment. His brown eyes bore into mine for longer than I expected, and I looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Right, I completely forgot to introduce myself, I'm Jake-" He stretched his hand towards me. "Jacob Black. My father owns the furniture shop in town."

"Isabella Swan," I giggled, taking his outstretched hand. "You must know my dad then. Charlie?"

"Probably not, I only just moved into town. I used to live with my Mom."

"Oh, cool, what happened to your Mom, if you don't mind my asking?"

"It's nothing like that, she just got remarried." Jacob looked at the floor. "Moved to Canada."

"Didn't fancy it?"

"Not really; wasn't up for moving sticks, I'd just got my job here."

"Construction, yeah?"

"At Forks High School."

"Nice – I used to go there, definitely could have used a revamp back then."

"Well, luckily we're here now!" We both smiled at each other. "That must mean you know Forks pretty well?"

I crooked an eyebrow at him. "Hmm, it depends why you're asking..."

"I was looking for a tour guide if you were up for it? Need someone to show me the ins and outs, stuff like that."

"Paul's not good enough for that?" Looking behind him, I expected to see his friend leering at us, but I was pleasantly surprised to find an empty table.

"He's not the greatest company."

"That's fair. I'm working the next coupla' nights, but maybe Thursday? I get off at 6."

"Sounds great." Flashing another smile, I realized how perfect his teeth were.

"Perfect – I'll show you the literal two bars in town."

Jacob took a napkin from the stack next to the counter, and pulled a pen from his back pocket, roughly scribbling down a series of numbers before handing it to me. "My number. Call if you need to cancel."

"I'll try not to," I flushed. "See you Thursday."

"Looking forward to it."

My heartbeat did not slow to a regular pace until Jake had safely clambered into his truck, and I watched Paul drive them out of the parking lot. I hadn't been the subject of a man's affection for what seemed like a lifetime. Had it always made me this giddy?

"Hey, Bells," Charlie's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"What's up, Dad?"

"Would you mind making me up a large pot of tea? I'm just going to say hello to Carlisle over there!"

Nodding eagerly, I set about grabbing our best porcelain pot from the shelf, settling the open-top under the tap of hot water, and switched it on. Charlie always spoke highly of Carlisle, a doctor who worked at the local hospital, and I was always in awe of his wife, Esme, when she accompanied him for a coffee and a croissant. They looked perfect, like models, with porcelain-smooth skin, and matching caramel-colored hair. I felt scrawny and inferior in comparison.

He occupied the corner table, where the elderly gentleman had sat this morning, but his wife was nowhere in sight. Instead, he was joined by a statuesque blonde with legs for days, a Herculean man who looked like he could break my head between one bicep, and a willowy boy with unruly, russet hair. Despite his form being covered by a long-sleeved black roll-beck, I could see his hands were extremely pale. In fact, they all were.

They all looked as though they had never felt a drop of Vitamin D in their lives.

Dad tottered over to their table, shaking Carlisle's hand with a grin. He had it draped on the shoulder of the tall, pale boy when I arrived with the tea.

"Ah, Isabella, perfect timing! This is Rosalie and Emmett, Carlisle's niece and her boyfriend," Charlie said, gesturing at the blonde and her burly man; I nodded politely and they returned the favor. "And this is Edward, Carlisle's son."

Once again, I nodded in the direction of Edward but he only grunted in response, grabbing for the pot of tea, and pouring himself a cup. Compared to Jacob, he had the manners of a toilet brush.

"He's a little shy," Emmett reassured, nudging Edward in the ribs.

"No worries," I blathered. "Enjoy!"

I hurried back to the counter almost as quickly as before, except I was sure no one was trying to stare at my butt this time. I knew Edward did not owe me anything – it had been a pretty awkward introduction from Charlie anyway – but a smile wouldn't have hurt anyone. I glanced back over towards Carlisle's table and caught Edward staring at me, eyebrows furrowed together. Just as Jacob had done earlier, I pulled my lips into a tight smile. He cocked his head to one side, briefly, as though mentally sizing me up. Finally, he smirked back, turning then to engage in passionate conversation with his family of perfect specimens.

I had a feeling, deep within me, that this wasn’t going to be the last time I saw this brown-haired boy.

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Growing Pains - Chapter Nineteen - Merry Christmas, Mr. Ogre

It was December 25th. One of my favorite days of the year. I lived for this day, crossing the days on the calendar, making huge preparations, anticipating the moment, hanging on the edge of my seat, eager for it to come. Christmas was a time of joy and forgiveness, of hope and love, of bravery and honor, of good food and wine, and family, and song, and yes, of a little consumerism, but I loved it. I shamelessly confess, I was a Santa’s groupie.

But that particular year, I simply wasn’t feeling it. I was team Grinch.

I was forced to stay in Loveland for Christmas because the tickets to Portugal during the season were extremely expensive, and since I already had to go to Portugal in February to present my thesis, I couldn’t possibly afford them. I actually never mentioned it to Victor, afraid that he would volunteer to pay for the tickets or offer his personal jet, so I just told him I had to work harder on my thesis, which was not a complete lie. I also told him I would spend Christmas with Diane and a few friends, so Victor wouldn’t feel the need to change the plans he already made with his family. That wasn't a lie either.

But the few friends that were attending the party started canceling one by one, so in the end it would be just me, Diane and Goldman. Despite her protests, I canceled as well, saying I really needed to work, and I wasn’t feeling too Christmassy that year. Truth is, I didn’t want to be a third wheel. It was their first Christmas together, and they had been working so much, with so little time for themselves, they should have the day to… put their affairs in order, so to speak. So, I stayed home, cooked some traditional Portuguese food, put some Christmas music on, and tried to immerse myself in the traditional happy warm vibe, hoping to stave off loneliness.

Much to my chagrin, that didn’t work one bit.

My family was far away, I was yet to meet my niece Ana (who was born one week after I flew to Loveland), Victor was in another city and would remain there for the next few days, and all I had was my laptop, a few books I had to read to check citations for my study, and lots and lots of food, since I went a little overboard with the cooking. I felt like I was destined to a solitary demise, pathetically lonesome, overworked and fat. I admit, I was being a bit of a drama queen, but for the first time in months the distance from my family was hitting me hard. I ran my hands through the ugly Christmas sweater my mom had knitted especially for me that year, hoping it would bring me more comfort. It didn’t. It only made me miss them even more.

My doorbell rang. Probably Levi, wanting me to walk his dog sometime. After that morning with Victor, I started to avoid Levi. Yes, we were friends, but I didn’t like the way he acted when Victor was around, almost in a territorial manner, behaving in a way he never did before. Apparently, Levi had caught up on that, or maybe we were both just too busy, but the truth is I hadn’t seen Levi ever since. Despite all that, I couldn’t imagine anyone else at my door at that moment except for Levi. Maybe he came to wish me a Merry Christmas. Clearly he was a better person than I was.

I opened the door, not believing what I was seeing. Instead of Levi, I saw Victor, looking at me with a stern expression.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at your father’s house?” I said, letting him in.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at Diane’s house?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“How did you know?” My shoulders slumped. Nothing was hidden from the all-seeing and all-knowing magnate.

“It wasn’t hard. Goldman told me.” Victor looked at me like he was about to lecture me. “I am far more interested in knowing why I had to hear it from Goldman.”

“I didn’t want you to feel like you had to come here just because I’m alone. You should be with your family.” I confessed.

“And how did that work for you?” Another raised eyebrow at me. But this time, with a sly smile. Maybe he wasn't that angry after all.

“Very well, actually. I got to see you.” I smiled, squeezing his upper arm softly. “When did you come?”

“I left my father’s house first thing in the morning.” Victor sat on my sofa. “I had to come see how Santa Claus appraised your behavior this year.”

“Poorly.” I answered playfully, as I sat on the sofa beside him. “Turns out, I was naughty. Better luck next year, I guess.”

“Well, you must have done something right, because Santa left this at my house.” Victor said, pulling from his jacket a present.

“Victor…” I whispered. “We never mentioned exchanging gifts. You didn’t need to do that.”

“Have you been drinking too much eggnog?” Victor frowned playfully. “We’re not exchanging gifts. I just told you Santa dropped this at my house.”

“Oh stop it. Now I feel terrible.” I got up from my seat and walked to my room, pretending to be upset. “If I had known you would get me something, I would’ve meticulously prepared something for you myself… Since you have pretty much everything money can buy.” I returned to him, my hands behind my back. “Which was exactly what I did.” I beamed, showing him his gift. Victor chuckled. My heart melted with the sound.

“Come here. Open your present, and then I’ll open mine.” Victor pulled my hand, making me sit on the couch.

“No, you first.” I placed the gift in his hands. “I insist.”

Victor opened his gift ceremoniously, careful not to tear the wrapping paper, his fingers working diligently to peel off the tape. It was a book, The Profet, by Khalil Gibran, and a CD.

“What’s in the CD?” He smiled at me.

“My favorite songs. Well, some of them. You didn’t seem to know most of the songs I was talking about the other day, so now you will.”

Victor opened the book to also find a bookmarker I handcrafted for him. It was a felt charcoal tie with a bell attached to it. That got a laugh out of him.

“I do remember a certain someone saying I should wear a bell instead of a tie.” He said, quickly getting the joke.

“That can’t actually avoid future coffee burns, but the sentiment is there.” I smiled. “I hope you like the book as well, it’s one of my favorites, and I didn’t see it in your bookshelf.”

“I loved it all. Thank you.” He touched my forehead with his, his smile wide. “Now you.”

I started opening my present, and apparently not quickly enough, as Victor was starting to get impatient.

“Don’t make me open it for you.” Victor sighed.

“How many rolls of tape did you use on this anyway? It’s like trying to open a vault.” I fumbled, trying not to get him too annoyed.

After a moment and some sighs and eye rolls from Victor, I finally managed to pry the thing open. It was a book called “Fall in Love in Loveland”. A travel guide, it seemed. I blinked at it.

“Open it.” Victor said.

I skimmed through the book. Some particular places were highlighted in blue. I frowned slightly, paying attention to those parts.

“You said you didn’t have the time to visit Loveland yet, so I prepared a tour for you. The highlighted pages are my suggestions, the places I want to take you to, whenever we find the time, or whenever the weather is convenient. But we can visit any of the other places as well, if you’d like.”

“So this is kind of a Love Coupons book, but with places to visit?” I asked smiling, and Victor hummed in approval. “That’s so very thoughtful. I love it, thank you.” I said, going for a kiss, but he stopped me.

“You haven’t seen it all yet. There’s more.”

My fingers ran through the pages, until they stopped on a page with two pieces of paper stuck in it. I looked closely. Tickets. Plane tickets, to be exact.

“Read the tickets.” Victor smiled. He seemed even more expectant than I was.

I did as I was told. Tickets to Dubai.

“Wait…” Again, I couldn’t believe my eyes. “What?...”

“I told you to save New Year’s Eve for me.” Victor’s hand caressed my shoulder. “That’s where we are going.”

I jumped to his arms, hugging him tightly. I couldn’t care less if we were going to Dubai or staying at my place for New Year’s Eve, actually. What really brought warmth to my heart was to see this usually distant and apparently emotionless man so dedicated to include me in his life, giving such a careful consideration to our future moments together. Like it was an honor to share his life with me.

“Is it safe to deduce you liked my gift?” Victor asked. I nodded on his shoulder, still a bit overwhelmed by the surprise. “Where’s my kiss, then?” he teased.

My hands practically flew to his face, kissing him on the lips. It was loving and short, an excited peck. However, as I drew back, I took in his expression: vulnerable, clearly moved and wanting more. One of his hands went to the back of my head, pulling me for another kiss. He kissed me slowly this time, enjoying my lips. I was suddenly submerged in him, as he deepened the kiss. I was dazed when he pulled away.

“Do I have you for the day?” I asked, trying to compose myself. Victor nodded, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Lucky me. What do you want to do?”

“I’ll leave that up to you. After all, you’re practically a Santa's elf, I bet you can think of plenty of Christmassy things to do.” Victor eyed my sweater. “And if I may ask, why are you wearing that? Did you lose a bet?”

“My mom made it for me. It’s part of our Christmas tradition. We wear them on Christmas day.” I said, lifting my chin, showing my pride.

I remembered Victor saying, on one occasion, that his family didn’t really have any Christmas traditions, unlike my family, that had all sorts of rituals. His father sounded like a very practical, borderline robotic man, and wasn’t much into anything that didn’t have a useful purpose. Honestly, when I heard Victor talking about his father, I understood why he acted so aloof and unemotional sometimes. He was raised to focus on numbers and figures and results, and it seemed like Gregory Lee wasn’t the kind of father that used to sit down with his kid to talk about feelings. It only seemed natural if Victor was somewhat emotionally constipated.

Victor looked at the crooked Rudolph on my stomach with both disapproval and admiration.

“It’s… askew.” He frowned.

“Oh, it’s hideous, you can say it. But I love it anyway.” I smiled. “Now let’s eat, you must be hungry."

And so Victor had his first experience with Portuguese cuisine. I have to admit I was a bit worried he wouldn’t like it, since he was so picky about the quality of his food. But he seemed to enjoy it all, actually looking pleased as he ate, particularly with the wine my father had sent me from one of the wineries he worked at.

“How was Christmas Eve with your dad?” I asked, while cuddled up to Victor on the sofa, my ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Fine.” He answered shortly, playing with my curls.

“Care to elaborate?”

“What’s there to elaborate? I went to my father’s house, I had dinner, I went to my bedroom, I called Goldman and found out a dummy was spending Christmas on her own, despite what she had previously told me.” His voice got a bit heated in this last part. “Then I went to bed, woke up today, got in the car and now I’m here, answering your silly questions. Was I thorough enough?”

“Fine, I’m done asking.” I answered flatly. I wasn’t going to push him.

“Just tell me what you want to know.” Victor sighed, his voice dripping exasperation. I turned to him, looking him in the eyes.

“I just wanted to know how Christmas with your dad went. If you had fun, what did you do with your family... Because I care, Victor, not because I’m trying to intrude. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.”

Victor sighed, taking one of my curls and tucking it behind my ear.

“My relationship with my father is… different from the one you have with your parents. We don’t see eye to eye most of the time, so we keep our conversations to a bare minimum.” Victor spoke like he was impervious to all this, but his eyes betrayed him. I could see a hint of sadness.

I softly stroked Victor’s cheek. He leaned his face against my touch.

“I’m glad you’re here. Thanks for coming.” I offered, entering the comfort of his arms again. I hoped my words could offer him some comfort, even if he kept trying to prove he didn’t need it.

“No need to thank me. There's no other place I'd rather be.” He held me tight, whispering softly into my hair.

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zzloch · 5 years

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Torture

*Disclaimer, I don't own any of the characters but I do own the plot*

I hope you enjoy the story

-Z.Z Loch

"Levy!"

A blonde-haired girl was waving her arms violently calling over her best friend, who was on the other side of the gym talking to her boyfriends. "LuLu!" The small girl waved back, the boy she was talking to had walked away. Levy ran up the bleachers to get to the blonde and the other bluenette sitting next to her. The two girls hugged and sat down. "Hi, Juvia" Levy waved at the shy girl. "Hello Levy" she waved back. Juvia looked down at her watch. "Shoot, Juvia has to go, have fun tonight."

"Make sure they end up together" Lucy laughed.

"Will do" the bluenette smiled

"Gray-Sama, remember, tomorrow, the fair, 9 am" A dark-haired boy rolled his eyes and turned around to face his girlfriend, smirking

"Who do I bring again?" Gray asked

"Lyon-sama, and no 'forgetting' him this time."

"Fine, see you tomorrow" Gary waved to his girlfriend

"Gajeel-Kun" Juvia said popping out from behind the doorway

"Yeah, Sprinkler"

"Do NOT Kill anyone, when Juvia is not around."

"Okay, You can help."

"Gajeel-Kun!" Juvia stomped her foot. Gajeel laughed at the angry female.

"Yeah, Yeah, go have your goddamn sleepover," Gajeel said dismissing her

"Bye Boys" Juvia waved goodbye to the team then ran outside

The team waved back, some staring at her. Gray glared "Let's get back to work," he said grabbing everyone's attention from his girlfriend. "Hey Stripper, Last time I checked I'm the team captain" a blonde-haired boy commented. "No one cares Sparky."

As the boys continued to practice (So Gray and Natsu fighting pulling Gajeel in, Jellal trying to calm the situation, Leo saying he's pretty to fight, Laxus and Bickslow laughing at the 'Idiots,' and Freed shaking his head in embarrassment) The two best friends sitting on the bleachers continued to talk

"We Should watch Horror movies."

"No those are scary."

"Karaoke?"

"You know I can't sing."

Lucy rolled her eyes "Anime" she said knowing that's the only thing her friend would watch

Levy's eyes lit up. "Yesssssss, don't be mad you know you like it."

"I just need to know why he doesn't play the piano anymore, and I do not like it."

"Sure"

"If I watch anime you need to do something for me."

"What," Levy said suspiciously

"You need to convince Gajeel to go on a date with you."

"What's the catch?"

"You take him on a date, and I'll bring Natsu, and we have a Double Date."

"Noooooooooo, They'll fight the entire time."

"Please" Lucy begged of her small friend

"Fine" Levy said she knew she would regret this later.

"We'll work on the details tonight, just text him and tell him you guys are going on a date and to meet him at the Mini Golf course."

"Fine"

As the two discussed the details, their boyfriends were finishing up practice. "What are they planning this time?" Natsu wondered to himself as he was walking into the locker room "They could just be you know, Talking" Gajeel commented sarcastically. "I just hope it's not another double date."

"Me too."

"What's so bad about double dates," Gray asked, while he and his girlfriend had been dating for a while she didn't like to go out resulting in not a lot of dates.

"Well it depends if your friends it's ok but if you hate the other person" Natsu Glared at the punk talking to Laxus. " It doesn't normally go well."

"I almost strangled him last time."

"Why" Laxus inquired

"He was bein a dick."

"Good reason" Laxus rolled his eyes

"Why do you care what a double date is like, it's not like Juvia likes to go outside."

"Apparently she does now." Gray sighed "She's making me bring Lyon to the amusement park with us, and I think she's bringing a friend. But her friend and Lyon aren't dating."

"She's probably bringing Meredy" Gajeel commented

"How do you know?"

"Spend a week stuck in a hotel with her, while your parents talk about business. You have no idea how much she rants about Meredy and Lyon being a cute couple and just couples in general."

"Try dating the school's matchmaker" Laxus commented.

"Try hearing about how her friend did this, and that means they did this, and on and on, I swear Lucy could talk for a year non-stop."

The boys continue to bicker over whose girlfriend/friend was worse when it came to shipping their classmates, the girls were fangirling, over well, shipping.

"And Juvia told me she's setting up Meredy and Lyon tomorrow."

"Cute" Levy squealed "I heard Mira is setting up her brother with Laxus's friend."

"Ahhh"

The fangirling continued until the boys came out of the locker room and Laxus ran off to help with the lighting for the play, and Jellal ran off to make sure Meredy was with Juvia.

"Shrimp!"

"Ugh, What"

"Where are you going?" Her nosy boyfriend asked

"Lucy's."

"Okay"

"Where are you going?"

"RR, I have a planning meeting for a music video, then to the motorbike track."

"Nice"

Elsewhere

"Luce!"

"Hey Natsu" Lucy waved at her boyfriend

"Can I take you home."

"Sorry, Natsu, Levy and I have a sleepover."

"Awwww" Natsu pouted

"Hey, we can hang out tomorrow. Don't forget EV Mini-Golf Course, 1:00, PM not AM."

"Okay" Natsu Brightened up

Just then Levy and Gajeel walked out of the school. Levy ran towards Lucy's car and jumped in. "Come on, Let's go."

Natsu, seeing his brother kissed Lucy on the cheek and ran to 'talk to' aka annoy his brother. Gajeel walked towards his dad's company's headquarters

At Lucy's House

"Hello Mrs. Heartfilia, Mr. Heartfilia"

"Hey Mom, Dad"

"Good afternoon girls" The Heartfilia household was very prestigious and formal.

"Wash up, dinner will be ready at 5:30" Layla Heartfilia told the two 16-year-old girls

"Yes ma'am" Lucy ran upstairs dragging her small friend up the stairs and pulled the girl into her room.

"So, how are you and Gajeel."

"We're fine."

"What about you and Natsu."

"He was talking to Lisanna, and I don't know if she was flirting with him or they were just talking."

"They're childhood friends right?"

"Yeah"

"So why would she flirt with him? if she liked him she would have done that a long time ago."

"Because they were more compatible then him and me."

"I don't think so, Juvia was telling me Lisanna has a secret boyfriend, and she was going to ask Natsu how to be a good girlfriend. Also, Natsu clearly loves you so he would never cheat on you."

"First of all, That's true. Secondly, Aww, That's cute. Who's the guy?"

"Juvia wouldn't say, but I'm guessing Freed" (Spoiler Alert: It's not)

"They would be so cute together."

"LUCY GET DOWN HERE"

"Yes Father"

1 hour later

The girls were sitting in Lucy's room gossiping

"Oh, wait did you ask Gajeel to meet you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I asked him, He said yes."

"Oh perfect!" Lucy said clapping her hands together

Levy rolled her eyes. "You know they are just going to kill each other, right?"

"Maybe they'll get along this time," Lucy said shrugging.

"That's as likely as Natsu and Gray never fighting again."

"Fair, What movie do you want to watch?" Lucy asked holding up a bunch of movies. "MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS!" Levy screamed grabbing the movie case and running to the TV and putting in the movie. Lucy rolled her eyes at her friend's obsession with mystery and old books. "Fine, even though we've watched that like 12 times" Levy looked at her friend "Your Point," she said very seriously. The rest of the night was spent gossiping, teasing each other, laughing, and watching movies (mostly anime)

*The Next Morning*

"Levy! Get up" Lucy screamed in her best friends ear. "It's 11 am" Lucy was running around her room trying to find an outfit for their double date. "Calm down, we told them to meet us at 1," Levy said rubbing her eyes, trying to wake up and calm down her panicked friend. "Oh, right" Levy sighed she was finally calm. "Now let's go eat and then get dressed."

*Time skip to 1 pm*

Natsu nervously stood outside the golf course waiting for his girlfriend, she was never late. Then he showed up. Gajeel Redfox was walking towards him "What the hell are you doing here?" Natsu questioned the punk. "Waiting for my girlfriend, Why are you here?" "I'm here waiting for my girlfriend" The boys looked at each other realization washed over the two boys faces.

"Hey Boys," Lucy said dragging Levy behind her.

"Why are you doing this again?" Natsu asked his girlfriend

"Yeah, I'm just gonna end up getting annoyed at this idiot," Gajeel said pointing to the pinkette next him.

"Yeah, Hey," Natsu said offended

"So do you want to cancel."

"NO" Natsu yelled, Gajeel just shrugged.

"Let's go Golfing then," Lucy said pulling Natsu with her. Gajeel and Levy walking behind them. "Sorry I lied," Levy said sheepishly. "You didn't lie, you asked me if I wanted to come on a date and I agreed" Gajeel sad "I lied by omission" "What the hell does that mean" Levy was about to respond when Gajeel interjected "You know what nevermind, I honestly don't care. Everyone lies, I lie, and It normally doesn't affect anything. I also won't do anything, last time when Juvia found out what I did, she drew on my face while I was asleep." Levy stifled a Laugh "It's not funny" Gajeel said defensively "Remind me never to get Juvia mad" Levy told him. "Yeah, she's scary." Levy laughed, her big, tuff, punk boyfriend was afraid of Juvia, a tiny, sweet and adorable girl, who probably couldn't hurt a fly.

"Here's your clubs and balls, have fun," the person at the window said. "We will," Lucy said dragging Natsu with her. This was going to be Torture for the boys.

"I got a hole in one" Levy screamed jumping up and down. "Good for you, Shrimp," Gajeel said writing down her score. "What's the score now Gajeel?" Lucy asked. "Shrimp, You, Flame Brain, Me" Gajeel grumbled walking to the next hole. "Ha, I'm beating you" Natsu made fun of the black-haired boy. "Shut it you dumbass, I don't do Golf" Gajeel Grumbled. "That's a shit excuse. Please, I normally don't play and I'm beating you" "By one mother-fucking point, you aren't that far ahead" "Still beating you" "Stop fighting or I'll call Erza" Lucy threatened. "Sorry, Lucy" The boys responded.

*1 hour later*

The group of friends (Two friends and two frenemies) were driving home in Lucy's car. Natsu's brother, Zeref had taken his because Natsu wasn't supposed to have it and Gajeel brought his motorbike and the 4 of them couldn't fit on that. (It was currently in the back of Lucy's car)

"I Won!" Levy said excitedly. "We know, you've been saying that since we left the course" Lucy rolled her eyes at her overexcited best friend. "So boys, How is the team?" Lucy asked, trying to make small talk. "We're doing well, I think we will beat Sabertooth next week," Natsu said, overly confident as usual. "Don't overestimate yourself, we don't know how to work together." Gajeel Muttered the last part "You guys do fight a lot" Levy said. "Whatever" Gajeel rolled his eyes "Metal Brain always starts it" Natsu muttered. "What did you just say charcoal?"

"Nothin' Metal Face"

"Why you little-"

"NO FIGHTING IN MY CAR!" Lucy yelled at the two bickering boys

"Sorry," Natsu said sheepishly

"Whatever" Gajeel rolled his eyes

"Why don't you all talk about your weird drama at your next meeting" Levy suggested. "Fine" Natsu crossed his arms and sat back

"Natsu," Levy said

"What?" Natsu asked

"What were you and Lisanna talking about a few weeks back?" Levy inquired. Lucy glared at her from the steering wheel

"Oh, we were talking about- Actually she told me not to tell anyone"

"You can tell us, right?"

"Nope"

"They were talking about Lisanna's new boyfriend" Gajeel commented

"How do you know?" Natsu asked

"Juvia told me" He explained as if it was obvious

"Who is her boyfriend?" Levy asked

"Some dark blue-haired guy"

"There are like 500 people we know with blue hair”

“I don’t know the damn details”

"We're here Gajeel," Lucy said pulling up to Gajeel's House.

"Thanks, Bunny Girl, See you next week shrimp," Gajeel said as he got out of the car and went to open the back to get his bike.

"My Name is LUCY!" Lucy screamed at him. "Yeah, Yeah, Whatever" Gajeel sad pulling out his bike. "Wait Gaje, Could you take me home?" Levy asked hoping out of the car. "Why not" Gajeel shrugged. "Bye Lucy, Natsu" Levy waved at her friend and the pinkette. "Bye Levy" "Come on Shrimp, Let's get you home. Just let me put my bike away and we can take my car" "Alright" Levy said following him into the Refox family's garage.

As Lucy was getting ready to drive away Natsu climbed up into the passenger seat poking his girlfriend in the process "Hey Luce" "What?" "Do you hate Lisanna?" He asked. Lucy's face went pale, she dreaded Natsu asking this question. Before answering she sighed. "No, I'm just jealous of your relationship with her" Lucy started the car. "Why?" "because you guys are so close and seem like you would be a better couple" Natsu started laughing. "It's not funny" Lucy whined. "Luce, don't ever think I would date Lis, she's my childhood best friend, she's just my friend and I will spend time with her but I will always love you. Please be nice to her, she thinks you hate her." Natsu said in a serious tone. "She does?" Lucy asked. "Yeah, she really wants to be friends with you but thinks you hate her" "Oh No," Lucy said in a sad tone. "I never meant for her to feel like that" "I know" "I'll talk to her on Monday." "Good idea, She'll like that" Natsu smiled at his girlfriend. He was really lucky to have someone like her. "Alright see you at school." Lucy waved at Natsu as he got out. "Bye," he waved back smiling. "Love ya Luce" "Love you too" Lucy smiled, she was lucky to have such an amazing person as her boyfriend

*With Levy and Gajeel*

"Alright which car do you want to take?" Gajeel asked the petite bluenette. "Oh, that blue one is pretty. Can we take that one?" Levy asked pointing to a dark blue Corvette. Gajeel shrugged "Why not, Let me just make sure it's ok with the owner." "Who owns it?" Levy questioned, she sometimes forgot his family collected cars and they often kept a lot of people who needed someone to hold onto their car, commonly family friends who were on vacation, in their garage. "Juvia, she left it here last time she was over," Gajeel said nonchalantly. Levy tilted her head to the left out of confusion, sure she knew Juvia's family was rich but the girl had never seemed to be the one to own such an extravagant car. "She only has this one for when she's going somewhere important" Gajeel explained seeing the small girls confusion. Gajeel's phone buzzed, he looked down, "She said we could take it" "It's a nice car" "Yeah." The two got in the car.

"So are you doing well in class?" Levy asked. Gajeel groaned, she always asked this. "I'm passing," he said. "Passing is not the same as succeeding," Levy said seriously. "I know, I'm just not good at tests and I don't like homework"

"Just because you don't like it doesn't mean you shouldn't do it"

"I'm inheriting my dad's company, What more do I need"

Levi sighed "You need to know business tactics, stats, what people want, stuff like that"

Gajeel rolled his eyes "R.R is a record company, It can't be too hard to manage"

"Trust me you will be begging for my help when you become in charge"

"Alright" Gajeel decided to drop it, they were nearing her house (cough cough Library) and she wouldn't let it go if he didn't

"See ya' tater tot," He said as he pulled up to her house

"My name is Levy," she said kissing his cheek

"I don't care," He said sticking his tongue out "Love ya' Tiny"

"Love you to Screw Brains," She said kissing him again.

"LEVY, YOU'RE LATE" Mr. McGarden yelled from inside the house. "YOU BETTER NOT BE WITH THAT REDFOX KID" Levy rolled her eyes and turned around to wave to her boyfriend but he was already down the road. "Leave that boy alone, he is a fine young man" she heard her mother hit her father with a cookie sheet. Levy smiled and thought 'my family is crazy' "GET IN HERE YOUNG LADY" "Yes sir" Levy said running in her house. Today wasn't complete torture.

Hope you liked it and I hope you have a good day

-Z.Z Loch

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waywardnerd67 · 5 years

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Fangirl Dreams: Night Out

Summary: After being apart from Jensen and Zac for several weeks, they are all back home for just the night and (Y/N) wants to spend it with them both. Their night out ends up threaten the perfect little world they had carefully protected for the last six years. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Zac Levi, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Zac Warnings: Fluff/Smut Word Count: 3445 A/N: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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(Y/N) stepped off the plane seeing Clif waiting for her, “Did you have a good flight?” he asked.

She nodded, “Yeah just long. Where is Jensen or Zac?”

“Jensen is at home already and Zac’s flight is delayed. Up to you if you want to wait for him or not. Jensen was going to order food for dinner.” He explained grabbing her suitcase from the turn aisle.

(Y/N) nodded, “I want to wait.”

Clif chuckled, “I figured you would. Come on, we can go wait in the car and I will come back in for him.”

She followed him out to the car stretching her legs out in the backseat. The last six weeks had been a whirlwind for the three of them. Once Jensen and Jared announced the ending of the show, (Y/N) made the decision that her character also needed to come to an end which played well into what the writers were building up in the series finale. Shooting her last few scenes with the guys were emotional and then she immediately had to leave for the second half of her book tour overseas.

It had been four weeks since any of them had seen one another in person. She felt as if she were missing two of her limbs without Jensen and Zac. Thankfully, they had two whole weeks together for Christmas before Zac would have to go back to Los Angeles for the big premiere of Shazam. Jensen and her would have a few weeks after that until he had to go back to Vancouver leaving (Y/N) alone in Austin.

She felt the cool air filling the car as she peeked open her eyes smiling widely seeing Zac climbing into the backseat. She sat up instantly wrapping her arms around his waist before he could even shut the door. His strong arms wrapped around her as she relaxed for the first time in weeks.

“I missed you.” He whispered against the top of her head.

“Me too handsome.” She squeezed him a little tighter not being able to be close enough to him.

Arriving home, Jensen was impatiently waiting outside pacing along the driveway of their house. When he saw the two of them get out of the car he pulled them both into a hug. The weeks apart were particularly tough on Jensen who was not used to being alone for so long. Clif helped bring in all their bags then left for the night.

They all sat around the living silently eating Chinese food and absentmindedly watching the movie on the TV. Seemingly they were all lost in their own minds as they adjusted to be around one another again. (Y/N) sat up turning off the TV to catch their attention which it did.

“I want to go out tomorrow night.” She announced as Jensen and Zac both looked at her.

“Um, okay. Who do you want to go out with?” Jensen asked placing his food on the table in front of them.

(Y/N) squared her shoulders getting ready for the push back she was about to get, “Both of you. I want to go out on a date with both of you.”

Hazel and olive eyes stared at her widely before Zac spoke up, “Gorgeous as much as I would love that we can’t. If we do then I have to be the third wheel, the friend.”

They had all gone out before in public, but Zac was always the one who drew the short straw. Keeping his distance from her and acting like the best friend. Seeing how sad he would look at the end of their outing always broke (Y/N)’s heart.

“Zac’s right, pretty girl. We can’t just simply go out in public without risking what is really going on here.” Jensen’s even tempo voice had her standing up in front of them.

“Seriously? Guys we live in a day and age where guys can turn into girls and vice versa. There is every sexual type out there being celebrated and supported. You really don’t think our fans our society will not be able to comprehend how one woman could be full in love and committed to two men.” She ranted feeling like a mad woman.

Jensen looked over to Zac who was leaning back in his seat, “Dude you’re not considering this?”

Zac shrugged, “She has a point. Our society is opening up to all possible things. It would be nice to go out the three of us together. Dress up, wining and dining the night away.”

“Have you two lost your minds? We’ve kept this secret for six years fearing the fact we would all lose our jobs and possible future jobs. What has changed?” Jensen said as (Y/N) knelt in front of him.

She held his hands tightly, “These last four weeks is what changed. Four weeks without seeing you two and it nearly broke me. I can’t go through that again. We already don’t get to spend enough time together and I don’t want to spend the time we do have together hiding from the world. Jensen I just can’t do that anymore.”

He looked over to Zac who ran his hand through his hair, “I’m with her man. I’m sick of hiding and honestly, I want to be able to tell people I’m happily committed to (Y/N). Instead of having to dodge the question constantly.”

Jensen sighed deeply before looking back to (Y/N), “Before we go out in public, I think we need to tell our managers and publicists. Just to be prepared for any backlash.”

(Y/N) climbed into Jensen’s lap hugging him tightly and kissing him, “Alright, I agree to that, but can we still go out tomorrow night please? We need to get out and blow off some steam.”

She watched as he rolled his eyes, “Zac make the reservations. We are taking our girl out on the town tomorrow.”

The next day, Jensen was the first one to call his manager and publicist alone in his office. Zac and (Y/N) were putting up the Christmas tree when he walked out flopping down on the couch.

“How’d it go?” she asked nervously.

“Surprising well. Apparently, we’re not hiding it as well as we think we are. There are a lot of rumors floating around we are in a relationship together. Mostly though, fans just think it is cover-up for Zac and I being together.” Jensen explained as (Y/N) started laughing.

Zac bent over slightly running his hand over his ass, “You wish you could have a piece of this Ackles.”

Jensen began making gagging noises covering his mouth as if he were going to throw up. (Y/N) started laughing even harder as Zac acted like it hurt his feelings. “Seriously though, they seemed okay with it. They did tell me for us not to go out in public yet until we decide to go public. Then I stopped listening as they started naming off magazines and reporters.”

(Y/N) walked over sitting next to him, “I’ve actually had a thought about that. What if I wrote a book about the last six years of our relationship? The story of how we all became an item, how it’s worked for us and throw in some candid pictures of us.”

Suddenly, both of them were looking at her panic on their faces, “I don’t about that (Y/N).” Jensen said as she looked over to Zac.

“Yeah gorgeous. It’s one thing to say hey we are what we are and that’s that. A tell-all book will be complicated.” Zac said sitting on the arm of the couch next to her.

She sighed getting up walking towards the stairs, “You don’t think I’ll write our story to my best ability. This isn’t some kind of money gimmick for me. I just want people to know the whole truth without making any assumptions but whatever if I’m not good enough then I’ll forget it.”

Zac called out, “Wait…”

Just before Jensen said, “(Y/N), we don’t…”

“Forget it. I’m going to go upstairs for a little bit before we attempt to go out in public for the first time.” She said leaving before anything else could be said.

(Y/N) knew she was overreacting, but she could not help it when they both shot the idea down. She had been working on the book for months now writing so many important moments throughout their relationship. However, she needed them not only to be on board but be apart of the process. There were many things that only the two of them knew that had a much impact on their relationship.

As she laid on her bed with her eyes closed, (Y/N) heard the door open and close. Feeling the bed dip down in front of her she opened her eyes to see bright hazel ones looking at her. “Hey.” He whispered.

“Hey.” She said sniffling as Zac ran his hand down her arm coming to rest on her hip.

“You know that neither of us were saying that you’re not good enough, right?” He asked as she looked away studying the design on his t-shirt.

She shrugged silently as he pulled her closer to him, “Come on (Y/N), you know we think you’re an amazing writer.”

“I know, but it hurts more when you tell me to not write about something that literally means everything to me. Our story, our lives, you and Jensen are the center of my universe. I won’t be sorry for wanting to share that story with everyone.” She said looking up at him as tears threaten to fall down her face.

Zac brought his fingers over her cheek then moved a piece of her hair behind her ear. “You shouldn’t be sorry for it. We just want to make sure it is done in a way that doesn’t give the wrong impression. We don’t want to make this a publicity stunt. It has to be done in a way that shows the fans we are coming out to them honestly.”

(Y/N) rested her hand against his chest tracing the lines of the design silently gathering her thoughts. “I’ve already began writing the book.” She whispered.

“What?” Zac asked as she looked up at him seeing the panic in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, no one knows about it until just now when I told you. I began writing it months ago. Our story is so unique, and I think it will help others who may be going through the same thing. Honestly, it’s been the easiest piece I’ve ever written but it’s missing two chapters.” She looked right up at him as his eyes widen.

Zac shook his head, “Oh no. Gorgeous, I’m an actor even a singer sometimes but writer. No, I leave the Shakespeareing to you.”

(Y/N) sat up cross legged as Zac propped himself up on his elbow, “There are certain parts of our story that only you and Jensen know. I’m not saying you have to write but I need you two to tell me your sides. Like the trip to you two took to Nashville one weekend together then afterwards Jensen proposes to me. How was that decision made between you two? When did you decide to move to Austin and why? Stuff like that Zac is what’s missing.”

He looked down at the mattress for a moment before sighing, “You know it will be like pulling teeth from a man with dentures to get Jensen to agree to this.”

A spark of hope struck inside of her as she launched herself on top of him, “So you’ll be apart of it?” she asked as he laughed.

“Anything for you, gorgeous. Now it’s almost time for our reservations so you better get that fine ass in gear and get ready.” He said kissing her then getting off the bed, “I’ll talk with Jensen about the whole book thing, promise.”

“I love you Zachary Levi.” She said as the most breathtaking grin spread across his face.

“I know.” He said laughing as he walked out shutting the door behind him.

An hour later, (Y/N) was walking down in a simple black dress, flats and her (Y/C/H) hair straighten flowing down her back. Her breath was taking away from the two men waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. Jensen was in plaid suit with a white button down shirt and dark green tie while Zac had on a navy suit with a black button down shirt the first couple of buttons undone. They looked like they were getting ready to walk down the red carpet.

Jensen helped put her coat on as Zac held out his arm for her to hook hers with. Jensen then did the same thing, “Are you ready pretty girl?” he asked.

She swallowed the nerves trying to choke her as she nodded, “Y-Yep.”

At the restaurant, Jensen sat across from her and Zac as she looked at him curiously. “We have to start somewhere, and Zac is always sitting across from us. His turn to sit next to you.”

The small gesture meant everything to her as she smiled at him. Once drinks and dinner were ordered it was as if nothing was different between the three of them. Conversation flowed freely about their separate adventures. When dessert came, (Y/N) sampled for each of their plates. Zac’s hand squeezing her thigh as she let out little moans of approval.

“Now you know what I go through with her.” Jensen chuckled.

“It’s like sitting next to a constant porno playing with her. Moans and whimpers throughout the whole meal. I’m dying here.” Zac said dramatically as she slipped her hand over his hard length just like she would do when Jensen was sitting next to her.

Jensen smiled seeing Zac’s surprised face, “Ah but you are rewarded for sitting next to her.”

“Fuck. Me.” He whispered as she continued to stroke him.

She grinned up at him, “That’s the plan handsome.”

After dinner, they walked to a nearby bar that had live music playing. So far that evening none of them had been recognized or at least approached by fans. The bar was loud with customers and the music thumped throughout the place.

After a few drinks, (Y/N) dragged both men up on the dance floor. Facing Jensen first she held onto his shoulders as they sway together to the beat. Zac’s hands covering her hips as she pressed her ass against him. Being sandwiched between the two men, feeling their bodies and the music playing around them had (Y/N)’s knees getting weak.

The next song she turn to Zac to dance with him while Jensen said he was going back to the bar for a drink. “You know I’ve only ever liked dancing with you.” He said into her ear as she pressed herself more against him.

Looking up into his glossy eyes she could not help herself to push up capturing his lips. At first his body tensed up gripping her tightly, but then she felt him deepening the kiss relaxing against her. When they broke apart she grabbed his hand pulling him towards Jensen.

“Come on, we need to get home now.” She said as the two men laughed following behind her.

Clif was waiting for them as the three of them climbed into the backseat. Not caring if he saw or not, she straddled Zac’s lap kissing him and grinding her hips against him. One hand pulling at his hair as the other reached down stroking Jensen’s hard cock through his pants.

“Shit (Y/N)…” he hissed as she broke the kiss with Zac to lean over to kiss Jensen while Zac kissed down her neck.

They barely made it in the door before the two men were stripping her out of her dress. Clothes were being thrown in every direction as they walked up the stairs to their bedroom. Jensen pressed her against the wall his large hands gathering her breasts as his mouth covered one of her nipples. Her hand ran down his body until her fingers wrapped around his length pumping over him slowly.

“Shit!” she cried out feeling Zac lifted one of her legs over his shoulder running his tongue over her slick lips.

Jensen was now pushing his hips against her hand as he sucked and licked her nipple. “Fuck I need to be inside of you.” He grunted stepping back from her.

Zac, however, was not letting her go anywhere as his mouth worked over her aching mound. Her finger tangled into his hair as she grinded herself against his face. “Shit Zac!” she cried out when he pushed two fingers deep inside her.

Jensen came back over to her his hand brushing against her breasts until he tugged and rolled her nipple between two fingers. “Come on pretty girl the soon you come for Zac the sooner you get us both where you want us. Come for us (Y/N).”

Her body began shaking as her orgasm hit her pulling Zac’s hair tightly crying out his name. “Damn gorgeous, I’ve missed the taste of you.” He said standing up as she held onto him.

“Pretty girl, where do you want us?” Jensen asked holding himself in one of his hands.

Trying to catch her breath a memory flashed before her mind bringing a smile to her face. She shakily walked over to the bed getting on all fours in front of them. She heard each of them mumbling curses watching her getting into position.

“Jensen front, Zac back just like the first time.” She said both men groaning at the memory.

Jensen held his cock right at her as the tip of her darted out over her lips flicking over it. She looked up at him seeing his rigid body as he kept himself in control. She nodded giving him the okay as he pushed his thick cock into her mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chanted.

Running her mouth along his shaft a few times she came off with a small pop looking back at Zac who was stroking himself. “What are you waiting for handsome? It’s not going to fuck itself.” She said making his eyes widen briefly before darkening.

Lining himself up he gripped her hips snapping against her throwing her body forward a loud moan escaping her lips. Jensen’s hand fisted into her hair as he would push in her mouth, Zac would pull out of her. It felt like hours as they kept a steady pace driving her mad. She pushed herself hard back against Zac surprising him unable to speak from Jensen’s cock stuffed in her mouth.

Jensen chuckled, “Dude when will you learn that you won’t break her. Let’s give her what she wants.”

The moment both men thrusted into her at either end she felt like her body were burst. Both chasing after their release Jensen fucking her mouth as Zac was pounding into her from behind. The way they filled her in every way possible overwhelmed her in all the best ways.

Jensen came first as she gagged on his cock deep in her mouth, “Fucking hell! Fuck!” he yelled feeling his legs trembling. He gently pulled out of her mouth sitting laying down on the only empty space of the bed breathing heavily.

(Y/N) could feel her own orgasm starting to spreading, “Oh god. Harder Zac fuck please I’m almost there.” She called out lean down to start meeting his thrusts.

He was grunting as he snapped his hips roughly against her. “Shit I’m c-coming!” She felt his cock twitching deep in her sparking her own release as she cried out his name repeatedly. He pumped into her a few times riding out his release before pulling out of her.

The three of them laid there blissfully exhausted as each man curled into either side of her. “I would say that was a successful first outing.” She said once she could breathe halfway normal.

Zac and Jensen both held up their thumbs silently entwining themselves around her. The next thing (Y/N) knew there were buzzing and ringing echoing throughout her ears. She woke up to see her boys still sleeping peacefully. Reaching over Jensen to grab her phone she saw a ton of missed calls and text messages.

Opening the first message she saw from Jared and she shot up from the bed. “W-What’s wrong?” Zac mumbled as Jensen groaned.

“We have a problem.” She said showing them both the linking Jared had sent her.

“Oh crap.” Jensen and Zac said at the same time just as their phones started going off again.

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