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sprout-fics · 7 months

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I think abt this all the time so I need to ask you. // whumpy ask ahead

Do you think simon’s ever afraid to sleep with/near his partner bc he gets violent night terrors and he’s terrified he’ll hurt them trying to ‘defend’ himself during a ptsd episode? I don’t think he’d ever be intentionally violent or scary, but I mean the man has been through a metric fucktonne of shit and clearly has survival instincts that rival a grizzly bear, what if he had a night terror and that self-protection instinct kicked in before he could register that he’s safe, he’s not in danger, that someone he loves is on the other end of his self defence? What if he hurt them on accident? What if he’s really as rotten on the inside as he pretends not to be? What if he shatters their trust? The trust he never deserved anyway? What if he’s a monster?

Anyway this thought consumes most of my waking moments. I love him. Put that man in a Shituation

Dark Vision

(Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OFC 'Fix')

(Of Shadows and Bones Masterlist)

Rating: PG-13 Wordcount: 1.5k Tags: Established Relationship, Sleeping Together, Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Second Person POV Warnings: PTSD nightmares A/N: Anon I literally could not resist not only putting that man in a shituation, I will put that man in a shituation with my beloved Fix

He’s talking in his sleep again.

Strange half-mumblings, words with no meaning that you can hear from behind you, curled as you are on your makeshift bedroll. The abandoned cabin on the rise overlooking your RV point does little to insulate against the chill that comes just before dawn. Both your forms are swallowed in darkness as Soap sits outside on third watch, vigilant for any approaching trespassers who may have followed you from the village the three of you had cased for traces of Makarov. Simon had taken the first watch, and you second. By the time you’d come inside to lay down he’d been curled on his side, solidly asleep and clutching one of his blades in a steadfast grip.

Almost as if he was protecting himself not from his pursuers, but from dreams.

“Tommy-”

Your worried frown deepens as the garbled, cracking call from the soldier behind you. You’d situated yourself not far from him, hardly touching except when you’d stretched out your legs. He’d twitched when your boots had grazed against him, and you thought for a moment he’d wake, levy a snarking remark at you. Instead he sucked in a deep breath, released it, and once more fell still. Now, you can feel him twitching in his sleep- little jolts and shudders as he bodily tries to fight off whatever shadows haunt his mind.

You shouldn’t wake him. You know better than that. Simon isn’t one to appreciate coddling, would merely buck you off and be sour for the next day until he forgot about it. Really, you should just go sit outside with Johnny, feign an excuse of sleeplessness and leave Simon to his restless dreams.

“F-Fix-”

You nearly startle at that, eyes blinking as you’re suddenly wide awake. You sit up, twist to look at Simon’s shuddering form, curled around the knife in his hands with a death grip. He arches, groans at some unseen entity, the sound dragging low in his chest. Again, he calls your name, and whatever phantom clutches at him feels as if it bleeds into your own marrow, whispering fear and ruin.

You shouldn’t wake him.

You really shouldn’t.

You feel your heart race as you gently lay a hand on him anyways, a soothing touch to his shoulder that he doesn’t notice.

“Simon.” You whisper softly, gently scooting closer to him. “Simon, love, it’s just a dream.”

The shiver in his limbs seems to abate a bit at that, and you watch as the grip loosens around the blade. You breathe in relief, feeling him grow lax as you continue to whisper to him in reassuring murmurs, trying to ward off his demons that haunt him even in sleep.

“It’s alright, Simon. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

You lean over him more fully now, hesitantly arranging yourself closer to the curl of his spine. Perhaps the proximity is what he needs, the comfort of another’s touch that he’s always so hesitant to ask of you. Nevermind that Soap is outside. Johnny understands to some degree the relationship between you and Simon, and you pray he’ll ignore any murmurs he hears at least until he can needle you about them later.

You’re careful as you quietly press in behind him, your hand on his shoulder hesitant, and then firm as you adjust your weight-

You feel him stiffen a moment too late.

Simon awakes with a snarl, a wild, feral beast in his fear as he twists towards you, rolls you under him in one swift, powerful motion.

You bring your hands up automatically, years of close combat roaring to life as you try to protect yourself from his violent reaction. Fortunately his movements are weighted with sleep, sluggish to some degree, allowing you to block the hand that moves for your windpipe, seize the wrist holding his knife and drag it well to the side.

It’s still sheathed.

Simon struggles for a moment, and you watch as he sucks in air, chest rising and eyes bright as he tries to make out the figure below him in the darkness. His instincts are on overdrive, adrenaline fully fueling his blood before he was even awake. You know he doesn’t see you, he sees a threat, something that tried to rouse him for ill-intent. For all he knows you could be an enemy, an ambusher, someone trying to kill him in his sleep.

You could be Roba, one of his men.

He grapples with you, twists your hands with a little grunt even as you try to shove him off. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, but there’s a part of you that knows that this is Simon. Simon, who has slept near to you a dozen times, who has been in your bed, who has saved your life, who knows your real name, who once smeared blood from your cheek with a fondness that had stolen the air from your lungs.

“Si-” You try as he hauls your hands above you, forcing yourself to go into limp surrender so as to show you aren’t a threat. “Simon, it’s me. It’s Fix.”

His shoulders are heaving as he finally stills, the blade planted on the floor next to your head. You can see his eyes glinting in the darkness, wild and unfocused, slowly dawning with realization at the sound of your voice.

You force yourself to swallow the rush of startled surprise in your throat, trying to even your breathing and show him you’re alright. He tenses as you speak.

“It’s alright, Simon. It was just a dream.”

Simon stares down at you in the darkness, past his mask, eyes wide with shock. There’s a flash of something you can’t name, one that passes over his eyes quickly as it too fades behind the facade of something forced.

“Fix.” He rumbles, voice hoarse.

You summon a shaky smile. “Yes, love. It’s me.”

“You’re-” He starts, before biting off his words, unwilling to finish whatever sentence has poisoned his mouth.

He releases you then, his adamantium grip slowly sliding off your wrists as he braces above you, staring.

“You were having a nightmare.” You tell him in the silence that follows, and it doesn’t truly touch the words you want to say.

You called my name in your sleep. You were afraid. What did you see? Tell me, please, so I can make it better.

He rolls away from you so his back is once again to you, and you want to chase him, press yourself to his spine as if you’re a shield for his peaceful slumber.

“Go to sleep, Fix.” He tries, and he sounds so tired, weary in a way you want to aid. You observe him, the way moonlight catches on his shoulders from the open window, the hunch of himself as he tries to shake the remnants of his forbidden vision.

“Not tired.” You tell him in return, and he sighs- with annoyance or with resignation, you aren’t sure.

You reach a hand for him. He tenses.

“You shouldn’t have woken me up.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He’s silent at that, and even with his back turned you know he’s fidgeting with his gloves, a sign of distress.

“I could have hurt you.” He says, and it’s almost angry. Not at you, but at himself.

You observe him silently, seeing the steady rise and fall of his shoulders, the way his demons chase him into wakefulness.

“You’d never hurt me.” You tell him, and you watch him sink at that, head bowing forward. “Would you?”

“No.” His answer comes quick, and to anyone else it sounds only prompt. To you, it sounds almost desperate.

“Simon.” You murmur, and stretch forward to touch him again. You lay a hand on his shoulder, and he sucks in a breath, pauses, before he gently lays a gloved palm against your fingers.

“It was just a dream.” You tell him again. He doesn’t nod, but he understands, this you can tell.

“You should sleep.” He replies, softer now, tired and tender.

“Only if you try to sleep too.” You offer, and scoot forward so your cheek now rests on his shoulder, feeling him fully relax against your touch. “Just lay down with me. You can stay awake if you want.”

Simon is silent for a moment, and you hold your breath in anticipation. At last, he turns towards you, arranges you in his arms with his back towards the window, his head tucked at the crown of your head.

You rub gentle circles into his hip as he lays your head on his arm as a pillow, curling around you protectively, almost possessively, as if daring his nightmares to touch you.

You don’t speak. There’s little else to say. You know someday he’ll tell you the thing he saw, the vision of you that had him cry out your name from his nightmares. You trust him to carry it until he’s ready, to keep you in his trust until then, and far after. You curl closer to him with a soft sigh, let your eyelashes flutter into a soft doze.

The knife remains in its sheath, beyond his reach.

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lancermylove · 9 months

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Goodnight Kiss (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x gn!Reader

Warning: None

Prompt: You sneak into your boyfriend/girlfriend's room/home to give them a goodnight kiss.

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You tiptoed into Lucifer's dimly lit bedroom, trying your best not to disturb him as he slept. You went to his bed and leaned in to give him a gentle goodnight kiss.

Lucifer smiled, "How very daring of you to sneak into a demon's bedroom at night."

He pulled you into a warm embrace. "Do you believe I will allow you to leave now?"

You buried your face in his chest and laughed. It was the perfect way to end the day.

You quietly tiptoed into Mammon's bedroom, peeked downstairs to check if Mammon was asleep, and heard him snoring softly, making you giggle.

You cautiously walked downstairs and sat on the edge of his bed, watching him sleep peacefully. Unable to resist the urge to kiss his forehead, you leaned down and pressed your lips on his bangs.

In response, Mammon stirred in his sleep and smiled, "I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, Mammon," you whispered, wondering what he was dreaming about.

You slowly walked up to Levi's bathtub bed and smiled at him curled up like a baby. You couldn't help but wonder if sleeping in a bathtub was comfortable.

Leaning down, you pecked his lips, but his eyes shot open to your surprise. In a panic, Levi sat up with full force, and his head collided with you.

Within a few seconds, both of you fell unconscious - Levi fell back into his bed while you collapsed onto the floor.

You quietly approached Satan's sleeping figure, being careful not to knock down any books on your way to his bed.

Satan was asleep with a book resting on his chest. He looked too cute to sleep, and you couldn't resist the urge to kiss his forehead.

You slowly took the book and set it on his nightstand, but Satan grabbed your hand and pulled into an a kiss.

"Did you really think I wouldn't wake up?" He mumbled on against your lips.

You sat down on the edge of Asmo's bed and admired his beauty. As you brushed your fingertips on his cheek, he whispered, "I am beautiful. The most beautiful being alive."

"Yes, you are," you chuckled. Was Asmo staring at the mirror in his dreams as well?

Thinking it was time to leave, you softly kissed his lips. As you were about to get up, Asmo whispered, "(Y/n), stay with me..."

You stared at him briefly, but he didn't open his eyes. Was he pretending to be asleep, or was he dreaming about you?

You couldn't help but smile as you watched Beel munch on his pillow in his sleep. It was such an adorable sight!

You quickly grabbed my phone and took a few photos of him, but not before putting your phone on silent more so as not to wake him up.

Satisfied with the photos, you leaned in to kiss his cheek, but Beel suddenly opened his eyes and stared at you.

You froze momentarily, but Beel pulled you into his arms and returned to sleep. There was no getting way you were getting out of his vice grip.

Belphie was curled up on the bed in the attic, with his beloved pillow in his embrace but no blanket.

Thinking he might catch a cold, you covered him with a fluffy blanket. Amidst covering him, you kissed the tip of his nose.

To your surprise, he opened his eyes and whispered, "I prefer you kiss me on my lips instead."

As you blushed, he pulled me into his arms and asked, "Will you be by my side tonight?"

You couldn't deny his sweet request. You drifted off to sleep in his protective and warm embrace in no time.

You managed to get permission from Barbatos to see Diavolo, and when you found him, he was fast asleep with his head on his desk.

He looked exhausted, and you couldn't help but feel bad for him - working day and night without many breaks.

For a few minutes, you took in his innocent sleeping face before gently kissing his cheek. The prince stirred a bit and began snoring softly.

As you stroked his hair, you wondered what you do to lighten his workload and make his life a little easier.

You snuck into the butler's room with Diavolo's help, and to your surprise, you found Barbatos sound asleep. The brothers mentioned at some point that Barb doesn't need to sleep, but it seemed like they were wrong.

Stopping beside his bed, you kissed his forehead, whispering, "Get a good rest. You truly deserve one."

"Unlike most creatures, I do not require sleep."

With a squeal, you jumped back. Barbatos chuckled and sat up, "But you require rest. I cannot permit you to leave the castle at such a late hour, but I can allow you to borrow my bed."

As you walked into the living room, you saw Simeon fast asleep with Luke sitting next to him, using Simeon's arm as a headrest. Luke wholeheartedly loved and trusted Simeon, and that made your heart melt.

Grabbing a blanket, you covered the younger angel and kissed the top of his hat. As you leaned in to kiss Simeon on his cheek, he opened his eyes and smiled.

You froze in shock, and the older angel took this chance to kiss your cheek. "Can I request a goodnight and good morning kiss every day?"

Solomon was fast asleep in his study room, his head tilted to one side and resting on the desk.

As you covered him with a warm blanket, you wondered how he could sleep in such an uncomfortable position. Doesn't his neck hurt? Then again, he works tirelessly and without a single complaint.

You stroked his hair for a bit before kissing the top of his head.

"You know what would make me feel less tired? You staying with me tonight," he teased with a smile, his eyes still closed.

Raphael was asleep on a chair, his arms dangling off the side and his head thrown back, the chair's headrest digging into the back of his neck. He looked so uncomfortable that you wanted to wake him up.

Sighing, you took his arms and placed them on his lap. "Why do I get the feeling you can sleep anywhere, no matter how uncomfortable the place is?"

Even before you could place a kiss on his cheek, Raphael jumped out of the chair with his spear in hand and pointed right between your eyes.

After much convincing, the guards finally allowed you to enter Mephistopheles's home. You hurried towards his bedroom before they changed their mind and quickly walked in.

Much to your shock, he was sleeping without a shirt. You scanned his physique with bright red cheeks, smiling to yourself.

After a while, you pulled yourself together and leaned closer to his face but stopped. Shifting your eyes to his chest, you smirked. You weren't going to miss this chance.

The following day, Mephistopheles woke up with lipstick marks on his torso. What happened, and why couldn't he remember? Moreover, how was he going to explain this to you?

Thirteen woke up to a voice crying for help and was stunned to find you hanging upside from the ceiling, tangled in a spider web and drenched in water.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here? How did you end up like this?"

"I wanted to give you a goodnight kiss, but this happened!"

As Thirteen helped you, she explained that the traps were set for Solomon.

"So what were you saying? A goodnight kiss?" Thirteen grinned and tapped her cheek with her right index finger. "Then what are you waiting for?"

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yeetskeetstreet · 1 year

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Accusations and Words | Daemon x Reader

I AM A SIMP FOR DAEMON RN.

S/N = son’s name

D/N = daughter’s name

if anyone wants me to make this a series, feel free to name the kids!

(Laena never married Daemon, their kids exist with an unnamed father, obvi no Rhaenyra & Daemon.)

This piece has no identifying features for reader other than a non-blonde hair colour, and is NOT of targaryen descent.

CONTENT WARNING: swearing, blood, child abuse, fighti- honestly, its game of thrones, lets be real here.

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Y/N and Daemon burst into the hall, the doors flying open, (a knight behind said door was startled by their entrance).

Rhaenyra looked almost relieved as her uncle and his wife arrived after the handmaiden had been sent to fetch them. Luke was to her left, Jace in front of him, while Daemon and Y/N's son, of age ten, and daughter, of age seven stood to Rhaenyra's right. S/N held his sisters hand, as she hid behind him, her face buried into his back.

"S/N! D/N! What happened?" Y/N ran directly to her children, placing a hand on the side of her son's face, looking at his bruised eye and bloody nose. Her other hand briefly grabbed Rhaenyra's, squeezing it in thanks, for protecting her children.

Daemon, on the other hand, stood next to his wife, narrowed eyes aimed at Queen Alicent, taking in the sight of her enraged expression, and the Maester stitching up his beloved nephew.

D/N didn't move from behind her brother, while (S/N) looked at his mother, speaking to her quietly, "Aemond took Vhagar, he hit Rhaena and was going to kill Luke. He- He.." S/N looked down at his feet, "He called us bastards. Luke, Jace, Me and D/N. It was Jace's knife but I cut him I swear."

Y/N just nodded and sighed quietly, looking at her son before standing, S/N standing in between his mother and Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra spoke calmly, "There was an incident involving the children. Jace and S/N... defended their siblings and Laena's daughters."

"Defended? Defended you say! My son has been maimed. Your sons are responsible. They were trying to kill him." Alicent almost squealed towards the family, Aemond refusing to turn to look at anyone, even his mother.

Y/N simply directed her daughter towards her father, who simply plucked the small child from the floor, tucking her head into his neck, holding her tightly.

Rhaenyra stood tall, "it was our son's who were attacked and forced to defend themselves. Vile insults were levied against them."

Y/N looked to Daemon who stood close to her right, it was an easy guess as to what these insults pertained too. Alicent had always whispered and questioned the legitimacy of both Rhaenyra and Y/N's children. While Rhaenyra's sons were clearly that of Ser Harwin Strong, (a fact Rhaenyra had been honest about to both Y/N and Daemon) they had all agreed to keep it a secret for the safety of her family.

Daemon was always angered by these rumours, his son carried her hair, both his children carried his pale complexion and his daughter had inherited his Targaryen locks. It was clear D/N was his child, a spitting image of Daemon with her mother's face. His son took Daemon's face, even his expressions the young boy had yet to learn to hide.

Viserys finally limped into the room, moving forward slowly away from the throne with his cane, "I will have the truth of what happened. Now."

The children in the room burst into words, Aemond yelling how he was attacked for no reason, Rhaena and Baela accusing the prince of stealing their mother's dragon, Luke and Jace backing the girl's claims, throwing out accusations of Aemond's attacks.

Y/N's children stayed silent, her daughter still clutching at her father, and her son had his eyes trained fiercely at the King, almost refusing to let his resolve crack under the pressure.

The adults in the room simply stood and watched, until Viserys called for silence. "Aemond. I will have the truth of what happened. Now."

Alicent quickly turned to her husband, "What else is there to hear? Your son has lost an eye!"

Viserys simply ignored his wife, "It was a regrettable accident."

"They meant to kill my son! Prince Lucerys and S/N brought a blade to the ambush."

Y/N was quick to add her piece, "Not only was Rhaenyra's integrity questioned, but mine as well. The Prince Aemond called our children bastards, Your Grace. To question the legitimacy of our children's lineage? That is the highest of treasons, Your Grace."

Viserys addressed his brother's wife, "Prince Aemond will be sharply questioned so we might learn where he heard such slanders."

Alicent scoffed "Over an insult? Over training yard bluster?"

Viserys stepped towards his youngest son, "You tell me boy, where did you hear this lie?" The boy avoided eye contact with his father.

"Aemond. Look at me. Your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?"

Aemond hesitated for a second, his eyes raising to his mother, before is voice sounded out in the room, "It was Aegon."

Viserys flung his attention to his other son, and almost hissed out at the gob smacked Prince.

"And you, boy? Tell me the truth of it!" Viserys was quickly losing his patience.

Aegon simply looked at the floor "Everyone knows. Just look at them."

Viserys stepped back to his throne, addressing the room "This interminable infighting must cease. All of you. We are a family. Now make your apologies and show good will to one another."

Alicent held her chin high, her eyes watering, "Good will cannot make him whole again. There is a debt to be paid."

Y/N, Daemon and Rhaenyra watched the exchange between the two monarchs with baited breath, each hoping that Viserys would not backing down from his rage-fuelled wife.

Daemon handed his daughter to Corlys, who had left his grand-daughters with his wife. He could feel the tension in the room arise again, and was waiting for it to peak.

However, Alicent had already made up her mind, "If the king will not seek justice. The Queen will. Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon and S/N Targaryen. They can choose which eyes to keep, a privledge they did not grant my son."

As Ser Criston took a step forward, Viserys was quick to halt to knights progress. Rhaenyra pushed her sons behind her, as Daemon stepped forward, slightly in front of his wife and son. Corlys was quick to grab the rest of the Targaryen children and muster them away from the commotion towards his wife.

A handful trusted knights who were loyal to the two Targaryen's and their families had stepped closer to Rhaenyra and Y/N. The knights priority was the two women, Daemon's hand rested on the hilt of his sword. (Every man and his dog knew Daemon could handle himself if it came down to a fight.)

"Alicent. this matter is finished. Do you understand." Viserys addressed the room next, "And let it be known, anyone whos tongue dares to question the birth of my grandsons, nieces or nephews, should have it removed."

Rhaenyra stood tall, "Thank you, Father."

Daemon simply made eye contact with his brother, and nodded firmly silently thanking his brother for protecting his family. Viserys gave his brother a small nod in return.

Y/N turned to her husband, grabbing his hand off the hilt of his sword, holding eye contact as they began to communicate without words. Daemon sighed, nodding his head sadly squeezing his wife's hand.

Rhaenyra had turned around, her back to the rest of the room, and took a few steps to move closer to the children, still huddled together behind them.

Yelling made Rhaenyra stop in her tracks, turning in horror, "Y/N! Behind you!"

The next few seconds were chaos, one second, yelling from Viserys and Ser Harrold filled the room, "Alicent!" "Hold your approach". "Stay your hand, Cole!" "Stay with the King!" "Mother!" "Y/N! No!"

The next, Y/N was hold Alicent's forearms as she brandished the Kings valyrian steel knife towards her.

Y/N could see the knights surround her and the Queen, as well as he husband intercepting Criston Cole from moving closer to the two women.

Alicent looked at Y/N in horror, and almost whimpered out her words, "What have I done but what was expected of me?"

Y/N was almost sympathetic towards the women, "Alicent, You've gone too far."

"You take my son's eye, and to even that, you feel entitled."

"Exhausting, isn't it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. But now - now they see you as they are."

Alicent cried out and pushed Y/N away, dragging the blade down Y/N's forearm. Blood pouring down her hand, gathering into a puddle on the floor.

Y/N gasped and pulled away, gripping her arm, she fell backwards, and was caught by Rhaenyra, a deathly gaze on her face, directed at Alicent. "Are you proud of yourself, 'Your Grace'?"

Daemon moved quickly over to his wife, his face showing no emotion, and attended to her arm, ripping fabric from her dress to wrap her arm tightly, trying to stop the blood that was still flowing down her hand.

The King was yelling at his wife in the background, who was swiftly removing her children to their chambers, the other bystanders in the room heeding the King's warnings, making their own exits and dispersing into the castle.

Y/N rested her head on her husbands shoulder, shaking slightly in his grasp. Daemon was whispering comforting words in her ear, trying to calm her down.

Rhaenyra had pulled her two oldest children close to her, watching as Daemon picked his daughter up, while Y/N held her son by his shoulders.

Y/N looked at her daughter in her husbands arms, Rhaena and Baela holding themselves close to Rhaenys, Jace and Luke who watched their mother with tears in their eyes.

She took a shaky breath, "We need to be careful, I always knew Alicent was trying to get us, but the events of tonight have finally revealed the lengths she will go too. Rhaenyra, I know his your father, Daemon, your brother, but we can no longer rely on Viserys to protect us any longer. Corlys, Rhaenys, I must apologise to you, your grand daughters don't deserve to be dragged into our mess."

The group was quiet as Y/N's words sunk in. Corlys ushered his wife and grandchildren from the room, Rhaenyra following behind after embracing Y/N closely.

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S/N grabbed his mothers hand as the four walked back to their chambers, Y/N looking at a worried Daemon, "I know I wanted to stay in King's Landing, to be near our family, but maybe it would be safer for us and our children to go to Dragonstone. We should ask Rhaenyra to come with us."

Daemon barely reacted, looking up to look at his distressed wife. He pulled his daughter closer, and briefly looked at their son. "Let the children rest, we can speak to Rhaenyra first thing in the morning. For now, let us ignore the issues within the walls and be with our family."

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yan-lorkai · 5 months

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Would you consider writing a drabble about Leona (And who ever else you want) The reader has a pet they adore and spoiled with love, and the boys are green with jealously over it. The mc is going somewhere and asks Leona (or whoever) to watch the pet for a bit, the boys think this might be their opportunity to take the pet 'out of the picture' but as the mc leaves they say to their pet "Be good for daddy while I'm gone~" How do they react to that and what changes

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ LEONA

Many people are jealous of their loved ones' pets, but you wouldn't expect Leona to be one of those people. True, he was attached to everything he could call his own - a consequence of the way he was treated, you suppose. But jealous of a pet? As incredible as it may seem, Leona was jealous, he always wanted to be with you in his arms and he growled low, or as low as he could, to keep the little animal from coming running towards you, wagging its tail like a stray.

Still, even though he was jealous, you trusted Leona to take care of your dog while you had other tasks that day. His green eyes sparkled with mischief when you finally handed him your beloved pet, leaving a soft caress on his head.

"I need you to take care of my baby while I'm gone, Leona," You murmured and left a tender kiss on your beloved lion's cheek. "I won't be long, and I trust you to take good care of them."

Leona smiled, inwardly enjoying the opportunity to finally have your undivided attention. As you turned to leave, you remembered something and leaned into your pet, whispering in a tender, cute tone. "Be good for daddy while I'm gone!"

Leona's smug expression faltered as soon as you were gone, and a strange warmth settled in his chest at your words. You were at a stage where you hadn't discussed whether you wanted children or not once you finished your studies at NRC but now he is reevaluating everything he had thinked before. The way you act all cutesy, your little hums and smiles when you spend time with your dog, somehow simple words are making his hearts pounds like crazy in his chest.

Initially, he considered moving the pet "out of the way" as he had planned, but he could no longer do that even if he still wanted to. Leona hesitated, but bent down to gently stroke the furry companion who wouldn't let go of you. Your dog responded with a satisfied bark and wagged his tail. And for a second, Leona thought he might get used to it all. With the dog, with the silly way you acted, with the promise of a future.

For now, he'll spend time trying to understand your dog's mind and why this furball doesn't want to sleep with him in the botanical garden.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ LEVIATHAN

Levi is the personification of envy, it's clear he's jealous of the time you spend with your pet. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!!! He was with you all this time and you prefer to prioritize this little animal? If you say that he does the same to Henry he will quickly silence himself.

He realizes how foolish this jealousy is, but he can't help it. He wants all of you, all of your attention, all of your thoughts and emotions, your mind, your body, everything must belong to him, or he will cry. You don't want him to cry, do you?

So when you tell him that you have a test to take and that he needs to take care of your bird, Levi feels everything around him shake. Not only can he not spend time with you because you have a test and he has online classes, but he still has to listen to your bird singing non-stop, exploring his room and pecking at everything it finds. He must protect his figures and games, and... Did your bird just climbed into his shoulder and is nuzzling against his neck?

"Take care of our baby, Levi." You smile at him and Levi feels like he's on fire, like someone threw holy water on him, his cheeks pink. "Be good to daddy, okay my dear? I'll see you both later!" You leave a peck on Levi's mouth and then kiss your bird affectionately, smiling when it chirped.

Levi ceases his movements, words and phrases forgotten on the tip of his tongue as you leave him with your bird. Baby? Daddy? Oh heavens, he feels like at any moment he's going to pass out, heat rising from his neck to his ears and cheeks. He had never thought about it before; having a family with you before, after all he was happy living with you and his brothers, without having thought about children yet. He turns to see the bird relaxing on his shoulders, preening its feathers and sometimes looking at his brightly lit computer screen. Now that he stops to think it is so cute, Levi can see why you love that little creature.

He reaches out a finger and scratches the bird's head, watching as it closes its eyes and enjoys the affection offered. He sees himself no longer caring about your pet, even though he feels jealous of the little creature. But he doesn't need to be jealous if he steals your bird to spend time with him, his daddy. So you will also spend time with him, win-win!

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Vampire Levi x fem!reader

Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, mentions of pregnancy, protective Levi, dad Levi, mentions of violence, mentions of blood.

In this chapter: Levi butts heads with his son and best friend over the final plan to face Damian, but a bit of a chat with you leads him to make up with his wonderful son and friend. You face off against Damian and put an end to it all. With a new addition to the Ackerman family, you plan a fun thing for the future.

Levi paced backwards and forwards as he contemplated what was just told to him. Many emotions flooded through him. At first, he was furious, then scared and finally sad. A deep growl escaped him. “I don’t like it.”

Evan looked over at Erwin, and the two of them showed a knowing look before Evan returned his gaze to his father. “Dad.”

“Don’t you dad me.” Levi welled up. “You don’t understand. I can’t send my soulmate to that monster. I can’t lose her.” He shook a little. “I almost…not again.”

“We’ve tried everything to get to him. He won’t show his face to us.” He moved closer to his father. “He only showed up in person when mother was vulnerable.”

“She’s pregnant right now.” Levi snarled. “You want me to send your pregnant mother to face him?”

Evan ruffled his hair. “I love you and I love Mum. I love you both so fucking much. It is killing me to suggest this, but if we don’t do this he won’t stop.”

Levi stared at his beloved son and his best friend. A fight or flight sensation coursed through him, and a panic set in. He turned on his heels and sprinted out of the room, down the hall and right to you in your reading room. Seeing you sitting there with a blanket over you and a book in hand soothed him instantly. Tears filled his eyes when you looked up at him and gave him a loving smile.

He stumbled over to you and dropped to his knees. He rested his arms and head on your lap seeking comfort and you gave it by playing with his hair. “Mm.”

You smiled a little. “What’s going on?”

“I got upset with our son. I feel awful, but I don’t like what he’s suggesting. I know he’s trying his best. He’s a strong and smart lad, but I just…”

You continued to play with his hair and started to rub his back. “Darling, he knows you mean well. He knows you love him. He’s also very understanding because he knows how obsessed you are with me.”

He pouted a little. “You’re mine.”

You hummed a laugh. “I am. Now, tell me about this plan he has.”

Levi lifted his head and gazed at you. “The ex-prince will only come out of hiding if you are free to approach. He thinks you should be bait.”

You smiled at Levi. “I think he’s right.”

Levi went pale. “What? No! No, no, no, no. You can’t. The baby and, and, and…” Tears filled his eyes. “I could lose you.”

You moved your book to your table before sliding off your seat and wrapping your arms around him. “You won’t lose me. All of you will be watching me when I do, I’m sure of it. If it looks like it will go bad, you and the others will come running in.”

He nodded. “I will save you. I always will.”

“I love you, Levi.”

“I love you too.”

You kissed your husband and hummed in delight. “It’ll be okay. Think of it this way. Once we do this, he’ll be gone forever.”

Levi whined before flopping onto the floor on his side. “Mm.”

You giggled. “You’re like a toddler.”

“I know it’s right, but I’m not happy.”

You lay on your side and gazed at him. “Well, you love babies but you don’t like me giving birth.”

He sighed. “Because you’re in discomfort.” He huffed in thought. “Sometimes, things must be bad to become good or for you to appreciate the good.” He released a long sigh. “Okay.” He sat up and whined. “I need to say sorry to our son.”

“He’s outside the door.”

Evan slammed the door open. “How did you know?”

You wrapped up in a blanket. “Mother’s six sense.” You stood up and kissed Evan’s cheek. “You’re a good boy. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He hugged you tightly. “I only want the best for you, Mum. No matter what.”

“I know, sweetheart.” You released him. “Go hug your father. He’s a bit of a sad bear.”

Levi pouted a little. “Son…”

Evan tackled Levi into a hug. “I love you, Dad. You’re the best, you really are.”

Levi pulled him to sit. “Let’s talk this through.”

Evan placed his hand on his father’s shoulder. “I understand you want to protect Mum. I want to protect her too. To do that, we need to get the ex-prince and kill him. To kill him, he needs to get out in the open. To get him to appear, we need mother to help.”

“I know. I just…I don’t want her to get hurt. I’m very torn.” He put his head in his hands. “It’s hard.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand how you feel or what you’re going through.” Evan smiled a little. “I hope that one day I meet someone who I can have a deep love with, just like Mum and you have. I think then I’ll understand.” He released a long sigh. “For now, we need to do this.”

Levi nodded. “I understand. As long as we can watch her from a distance, I’m happy. If something looks bad, I will go running to her. I’m not letting her get hurt again.” He walked over to you and held your hands. “Not again.”

You smiled sweetly before kissing him. “It’s only a few scars I have.”

“Scars you shouldn’t have gotten if I had been a better husband.”

“You’re the perfect husband.” You hugged your husband. “Please be nicer to yourself.”

He hugged you back. “I’ll try.”

“Good boy. If you do well, I’ll reward you.”

His eyes widened. “Reward? What kind of reward?”

You pressed the end of his nose. “Secret.” You let out a long sigh. “Well, I’m going to go help in the kitchen. I’m going to cook dinner. I think I’ll make your favourite.”

Levi gasped. “Sausages!?”

You giggled. “Yes, now do some father-son bonding.”

Levi sat down and played with the book you had been reading. He opened it up and read a part you’d been reading a lot. His eyes scanned the page and as he read his cheeks slowly heated up. Every time Levi had seen you reading, you had been reading smut and it was perfect and detailed. He slapped the book closed and placed it on the side. A thought drifted through his head, he was thinking of reading again and trying out a few things in there on you.

He ensured the book was hidden from his son and began talking with him about work, his aims, his goals and a bit about his love life. Levi smiled as he listened to his son talk. “I’m so proud of you.”

Evan blushed. “Really?”

“Yes. You’re incredible, you really are.”

Evan hugged Levi. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too.” He sighed. “I’m sorry for how I reacted.”

Evan sat down. “It’s understandable. Mum is your whole world. The bond vampires have with their families and the people their love is stronger than simple human love. It’s hard to describe.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to have that love with a partner.” He chuckled. “But I do understand a bit because I love you, Mum and all my sisters.” He fiddled with his trousers. “I can’t wait to meet our new sibling. I wonder if it’ll be a girl or a boy.” He gasped. “What about a boy?”

Levi laughed. “That’d be great. We have to think of names though.”

Evan hummed in thought. “So many options.” He looked over at Levi to see tears running down his cheeks. “Dad! What’s wrong?”

He rubbed his tears away. “Sorry, I’m just happy that we’re having another kid. I love all my children and having more is fantastic. It’s odd though.”

“That you and mum have the most children ever recorded for vampires.”

Levi blushed a bit. “Yes. I wonder who it is.”

Evan laughed. “I bet it’s you. Mum was turned into a vampire, so it’s likely something to do with you.” Evan frowned in thought. “Does this mean…” His eyes sparkled in delight. “I could have lots of kids!”

“You’ll be an amazing father.”

“Thanks. I have a great father who inspires me.”

Levi hugged Evan tightly. “I love you.”

Evan hugged his father back. “Love you too.” He released his father. “We should go to the dining room. Mum has made delicious dinner.”

Levi walked with his son. “We’ll plan soon about our attack.” He smiled when he saw Erwin chatting with Violet. “Erwin? The plan is on.”

Erwin picked up Violet and smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. We’ve all talked and we’re going for it.”

Erwin nodded and smiled. “Okay, we’ll start planning soon.”

“We’re going to dinner. Please join us.”

Erwin chuckled as he walked with his best friend. “I can’t say no to your wife’s cooking.”

Levi cupped your face. “Are you sure about this?”

You placed your hands on Levi’s. “Yes. I can do this.”

“If you want to walk away, just say at any moment.”

You hugged Levi tightly. “I promise.” You hummed a laugh. “Feels weird wearing my old Victorian clothes though.”

“You look incredible. It brings back memories.” He squeezed you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You giggled as your kids tackled you into a hug. “I love you all too. I’ll be okay.”

Lilly whined. “I’m worried for you mum.”

Daisy sniffed. “Me too. He’s dangerous. I know Dad is crazy about you, but he’s good crazy. This ex-prince is just…”

You smiled a little. “I know. I know…” You released a long sigh. “I know the risks. I love you all so very much. You’re all so wonderful. I’m proud to be your mother and I’m proud to be your wife, Levi.”

Levi pulled you away from the kids. “You’re talking as if you’re not coming back.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…I just…I want everyone to know I love them.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “You will live. We will be a big happy family again.”

You welled up a little as you smiled. “You’re right. I let everything get to me. Gotta think positive.”

“Good girl.” He wiped your tears away. “We’ll be right with you, always.”

You released a long sigh. “All right, let’s do this.” You grabbed your handbag and puffed your chest out. “Time to go pretend shopping!” You waved to your family before leaving the house and getting into a car. You smiled at the driver. “Let’s head out.”

The driver nodded. “You got it, Mrs Ackerman.”

You sat back and looked at your phone to see Levi and your kids had sent you plenty of texts of love already. You replied to all of them. It was a hard job ahead of you today. Damian needed to believe that you were available and ready for the taking. You had to try your best to act calm and not have a reaction to him.

Focusing on shopping was difficult at first because you were hyper-aware of your surroundings, but then you noticed gifts your kids would love. You grabbed a basket and started shopping for all kinds of things for your kids, as well as your wonderful husband. You were buzzing with excitement allowing your mind to wander away from what task you had to do.

After you paid for everything you went for a walk. The modern world was so much fun, but you did miss the people from the 1800s. Levi still used his romantic ways from the 1800s, such as getting you a dressmaker, a jewellery maker and writing you letters filled with love. He even took you on long walks in your vast garden and a little boating on the lake you lived near.

You paused for a moment and thought about going home to Levi. You wanted to take him on a romantic date like old times. You wanted to see Levi in his handsome old suit as well. You wanted to dance together and have him take your dress off.

“Mommy! Pretty vampire lady!”

You felt your cheeks burn as a little girl admired you in your Victorian dress. “Aww.”

The mother came over to you. “Sorry, could my daughter have a closer look?”

You nodded. “Yes.” You smiled at the little girl. “You like my dress?”

She nodded. “Yes.” She reached over and touched your dress. “So pretty.”

You giggled as she touched and pulled on your dress. “Thank you. My daughters love them too.”

“Mummy, can I dress like this pretty lady?”

The mother laughed. “Sure. We’ll get you a pretty dress.” She smiled at you. “Thank you for this.”

Your heart fluttered. “You’re welcome.”

“You and your husband make a charming couple. I bet you’re looking forward to your baby arriving.”

A little gasp escaped you when an arm wrapped around you and pulled you close. The voice of your target came from the man next to you. “Thank you. We’re very excited. Have a lovely day.”

You looked up at Damian as he grinned at the mother and daughter walking away. “You came.”

He looked down at you. “Of course. I could never leave my pregnant wife all alone to shop.”

You gripped your bag with the gifts of your family in. “We need to talk.”

He chuckled. “That’s divorce talk.”

You sighed before walking with Damian to a little spot where you had some privacy from the public, but your family and friends could keep an eye on you. “Why me?”

“Sorry?”

You locked eyes with him. “Damian. I want to know why me.”

He smiled sweetly. “You’re the only person who understands me. You know my pain.”

You hugged yourself. “Just because we share a similar pain does not mean we’re destined for each other.”

He moved closer to you. “If you never met Levi…”

“Damian, don’t.”

“I need to know. If you never met him, would I have a chance?”

You shook your head. “That’s a cruel and horrible thing to ask. I met you after I met Levi. I have never had any feelings for you or anyone else. Levi is the only man in my heart. I have never considered another man. So, asking if there was or is a chance would be a no because I’ve never thought about you at all. Levi is my lover. Levi is my husband. Levi is my soulmate. Levi is the father to my children.” You blushed a little. “Levi is the only one that makes me hungry and tingle all over with need. Levi is the only one who can who can satisfy my needs.”

“No sorry?”

You frowned. “Why would I be? I need you to stop this. Please stop this.”

He softly said your name. “I can’t stop loving you.”

“Just walk away. I won’t ever be yours.”

He clenched his fists. “I was going to give you a chance to come quietly with me. I don’t ever want to become my sister, but now she’s gone and I reflect on how she was with Levi. I understand now.” He laughed a little as his look went dark. “I need you. I need you like I need blood to live. You are my everything. I refuse to let you go.”

You backed up from him. “If you don’t stop this, you will be killed. You’re a danger to me, my family and others. You have a chance to walk away. I’m asking you to walk because you did help me once.”

His laughing was light at first before it slowly turned maniacal and insane. “You think I helped you out of the goodness of my heart!? I made a deal with my sister. I’d help her get Levi if she gave me you. I did it so I could get you. It was all to get you to be mine. I didn’t help you to be kind. I did it so you’d want me.” He shook his head. “I only killed my sister because she was getting in the way. I needed freedom.” He ruffled his hair. “I didn’t realise losing a twin was so devastating. I’m all better now though.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you gazed at Damian. Even though most people saw Damian as a monster, you saw this child who was beaten, bruised and tortured by someone who was supposed to love and care for him. He was a broken person so desperate for love that he had given in to the darkness within him. He was someone who found more comfort in the dark voices than the good.

You clutched your chest. “Oh…oh Damian…”

He gazed at you with a look of confusion. For a small moment, he was registering everything, almost like he was piecing things together. The moment didn’t last long because the darkness consumed him. Damian was lost and there was no saving him. There were so many things that Damian had done without your knowledge. Levi had thought the same things you had many years ago until he learned about Damian’s cruelty to his workers in his home. Damian was just as wicked as his sister.

You backed up from him. “I need to go. I’m feeling a little sick because of the baby.” You hurried away just as he reached for you. “Fuck.”

Damian screamed your name. “Come back! I need you!”

You hurried out of the shopping centre and looked for your car. “I want to go home.” You sobbed a little as your heart strained. It hurt that the man who saved you was not kind. The man who saved you could have easily been you one day if it were not for Levi saving you. “I want my Levi.”

Daisy appeared in front of you making you gasp. “It’s okay mum. I’m the rescue. Dad and everyone are in place.” She hugged you close. “Come on.”

You sniffed as you hurried with her. “I thought maybe there was a chance I could save him.”

“You really are too kind, Mum.” She stopped in her tracks as she gazed at Damian. “Don’t you touch my mother!”

Damian chuckled. “You know, if I gave you red eyes you’d be like my daughter.”

She snarled. “My father is the great Levi Ackerman! You have hurt my mother long enough. You have to leave.”

He released a long sigh. “Where is Evan? My perfect family is Evan and her.” He smirked. “I don’t need you or your two other sisters.”

She inhaled deeply. “DADDY!”

You gasped as you watched Damian get tackled to the ground. “Levi.”

Daisy gripped your hand and started running. “We have to go!”

You looked back as Levi and Damian tore into each other. Your son and Lilly arrived to help, along with Erwin, Hange and Mike. Your heart went cold when you saw that backup for Damian was arriving, his army was here. “Daisy, we have to help.”

“Dad said-.”

“I know! But we could lose our family and friends if we don’t.”

She slowed down and looked over at the fighting. Heads were being ripped off and hearts were being torn out of chests. The bloodshed was hard to watch, even more so when she saw Mike get smacked to the ground with blood on his chest and Lilly trying to protect him as he healed up. She looked back at you. “Let’s go.”

You ran over to Mike and pulled him away from the fighting. “I’ve got you.”

Mike panted a little. “Thanks.”

Lilly grabbed your upper arm. “Mum! You can’t be here!”

You yanked your arm away and fumbled in your bag. “I am needed here.” You got out some blood you always had on you and fed Mike. “Here.”

Mike gulped down the blood you gave him. “Thank you. I can tell you’re a Mum.”

Your cheeks burned. “I take care of the people I love.”

“When are we telling Levi?”

You giggled. “Naughty. Get back out there.”

“Got it.” He winked at you and rushed into the fight.

You pulled all your blood-based drinks and food out of your purse. “Okay, Daisy bring me anyone who gets hurt.”

Daisy nodded and watched the fight. “Ah! Uncle Erwin!” She used her speed to weave in and out of the fighting and tackled Erwin. She skidded and ran back to you. “His arm!”

You grabbed a blood booster. “I use this when the kids feel unwell. I can’t have Kat getting upset over you losing an arm.”

Erwin grunted. “Thanks. Don’t worry, I’ll get back to Kat and marry her, turn her, have kids and live forever with her in my arms.”

“Good boy.” You patted his chest. “Take your time.”

“I will.”

You watched him rush back in. Your eyes moved to Evan as he took on the second in command. You felt so much pride in yourself when he used his father’s fighting techniques to beat him back. He twisted his body as the man threw punch after punch. Evan caught his fist and then twisted his arm causing all the bones in his arm and hand to shatter to pieces. Evan yanked the man downward before twisting his body and kicking up into the man’s neck.

Lilly had such powerful strength and pure rage inside her, just like you. She easily tore a door off and slammed it into a vampire to send him flying. She screamed before hurtling the door into a running vampire. She snarled at her next target. “No one hurts my momma!”

Daisy giggled. “Lilly is scary.”

You hummed a laugh. “She is. Oh, she’s teaming up with Evan.”

Daisy shoved you to the ground. “Mum!”

You watched in pure horror as your daughter was tackled away from you by a beaten Damian. “DAISY!” You raced after him with all your kids and Levi following. “Give her back to me!”

Daisy slapped and scratched Damian. “Let me go!”

Damian smirked. “If I can’t have your mother, at least I can have a daughter of hers like her!”

You saw red. Nothing enraged you more than someone putting a child of yours in danger. You snarled and launched yourself at Damian. You took him to the ground causing him to drop Daisy. You rolled with Damian and came to a stop. You straddled him and started punching him in the face over and over. Rage filled you. Your whole being was consumed with the need to end the man below you to protect what was yours.

Damian reached out and wrapped his hands around your neck. He used his strength and weight to shove you on your back. The look in his eyes was not that of manic love anymore, but pure killing need. The look reminded you of his sister. He was just like him, no matter how much you tried to think that there was hope, there wasn’t. Damian wanted to hurt and break you enough so you’d give in to him.

You turned your head and bit hard on his arm and tore his flesh causing him to scream. Once he released you, you spat out his flesh and dove at him again. You clawed, hit and bit him as much as possible. You yelped when he backhanded you off him. You slammed against the floor and rolled away. A little whimper escaped from you as your cheek felt like it was burning, meaning he had hit you with silver on his hand.

Levi screamed your name and kicked Damian hard into a car causing it to dent and buckle under the impact. “I’ll kill you!”

Evan hugged you tightly. “Don’t look, mummy.” He squeezed you tightly and then was joined by your two daughters. “Hug her with me.”

You welled up and relaxed. “Thank you, all of you.” You closed your eyes as Damian gargled on his blood. You ignored the screams of a man’s last attempt to fight back as he tried to survive and live. “I’m so proud of you all. I love you.”

“Love you too, mum.”

Lilly kissed your cheek. “Love you so much, mummy.”

Daisy squeezed you. “Love you forever.”

Levi panted as he stumbled closer. “Is she okay?”

Evan released you first before your two girls. “She is. We protected her.”

“You’re wonderful kids. I’m proud of you all.” He hugged them before looking at you. “Darling.”

You over into his arms. “Levi!”

He hugged you tightly. “We’re free now. The Monroe’s are gone.”

“Good. Is Violet okay?”

He smiled sweetly. “Safely protected by my parents and yours. Are you and the baby okay?”

You nodded. “We’re good.”

He held you close. “Good. Let’s go home.”

Tiredness gripped Levi as he got up out of bed and shuffled his way out of the room, down the hall and to Ren’s room. He slipped inside and heard the hushed whimpers and cries coming from him. Levi smiled down at his baby boy, who was only two months old. He scooped him up and rocked him. “You hungry?” He yawned and rocked Ren. “I’ll get you some of your mummy’s milk.”

He stumbled out of the room and made his way down the hall. He frowned when he saw his kids slowly joining him. He shook his head and went to the kitchen and found a bottle. He heated it and turned to see a tired-looking Evan walking in.

Evan yawned a moment before looking down at Ren. “Hungry?”

“Yeah.” Levi frowned. “Why are you awake?”

“I just get this sense when he cries.”

Lilly shoved the door open. “Ren okay?”

Levi laughed a bit. “He’s good, just hungry.”

Daisy walked in holding Violet’s hand. “Ren up?”

Levi picked up the bottle. “Yes. He’s just hungry.” He smiled as Ren happily drank the milk. “Go to bed. Your mother is all alone upstairs.” He chuckled when everyone gasped and ran away. “Anything for their mother.” He looked down at Ren. “I know you’re the same, right?”

Ren patted the bottle and wiggled his legs.

Levi smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He put the bottle in the sink and patted Ren’s back. “One burp is all I need, little man.”

Ren whined and shifted before letting out a burp.

He shifted his son and smiled. “Good boy. Now, it’s time for bed.” He walked upstairs and hummed a little song as he rocked Ren. He came to a stop when he saw you in a stunning dressing gown. “Darling, you look ravishing.”

You giggled. “Thank you.” You walked closer and looked down at Ren. “Did he wake up hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“You could have woken me.” You kissed Levi’s cheek. “I have plenty of milk to give.”

Levi rubbed your back. “I know because when we fool around in bed and I squeeze and suck on your incredible breasts, milk comes out.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Hungry boy.”

“I am.”

You tickled Ren’s cheek. “Someone’s sleepy.”

Levi carried Ren to his cot and lay him down. “Bed it is.”

You hugged Levi from behind and kissed his shoulder. “Our babies are perfect.”

“They really are. You know, all our kids came down to see Ren.” He turned in your arms. “They sensed him crying.”

You walked with Levi out of the room. “All our kids have had that.”

“They have.” Levi sighed. “Oi, I told you lot to go to bed.”

You giggled as doors hurriedly closed. “Night my babies.”

The doors opened and all your kids spoke. “Night mummy and daddy!”

You laughed as they closed again. “So cute.”

Levi scooped you up into his arms and carried you into the bedroom. He used his bum to close the door and smiled at you. “Could you lock the door?”

You locked it and giggled. “Locking the door, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have plans with me?”

He threw you onto the bed and growled as you squealed with laughter. “You know I do.”

You squeaked when he dove at you. “Levi.”

He crashed his lips against yours and kissed you passionately. “I love you.”

You linked your arms around his neck. “I love you.” You let out a long sigh. “Fuck, I love you. I’m one lucky woman.”

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. “No, I’m the lucky one. You’re so perfect.” He released a long sigh. “We should do something special for our anniversary.”

“What do you have in mind?”

He hummed in thought as you played with his hair. “I’m thinking we dress up like we did when we first started becoming a couple.”

You smiled in thought. “Our Victorian clothes?”

“Yes.”

“I think that’d be perfect.”

Levi leaned up and looked down at you. “Really?”

You nodded as you looked up at your husband. “Really. I think it’ll be fun! We can get the kids to dress up too.”

“Yes, we’ll have a little fun day in the garden.”

You sighed as memories came flooding in of your early days with Levi. “I can’t wait.”

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Lucifer with overworked NB! s/o

yippee my first post for Obey me <3 I don't know how much of my current followers know this fandom but I will write sometimes for Obey me too now

NBreader, comfort, cuddles and kisses, soft Lucifer, just wholesome stuff;;

-He can immediately say that you're much more tired than usual today, seeing it not only with his eyes, but with his inner feeling.

-That pale face with dim eyes, you look like you will fall unconscious in any second..

-Despite he has a very big urge to scold you right now, Lucifer will try to calm down, after all, he can be much softer around you.

-He just can't help it, seeing those terrible bags under your eyes makes his heart ache with worry. Foolish humans always love to push themselves too much, huh?

-He doesn't even want to hear your protests. You can whine as much as you want that you promised Levi to play a new game together today or that Asmo wanted to show you his new makeup palette, Lucifer doesn't care as he drags you into his room.

-This evening HE will be the one who will take care of you, and don't you dare think about any of his brothers. After all, he was the first who noticed that tired pathetic expression of yours.

-He will shower you with affection, letting you sit with him together on his bed, listening carefully as you venting about how long this day was, this work shift was unbelievably hard for you.

-Lucifer will soothe you not only with his soft voice, but with his big warm hands too, as he caresses your back or plays with your hair while you talk about your problems. He will try to hold back but eventually breaks and just brings you to his laps, feeling the warmth of your weak body.

-"Darling.. Don't look so sad. You're now here, with me, alright?" - his hands stroking your sore muscles as you just sigh tiredly and nuzzle to his chest. His musky cologne was so pleasant, and his calm heartbeat was so soothing, almost sending you to sleep.

-He can't help but chuckle, when you warm up in his arms like that your sleepy face looks so cute. You have such trust in him and it makes his heart skip a beat. But despite this soft atmosphere that he creates for you right now, one thing keeps bugging him.

-"Is this the first time you feel so bad after work?" - Lucifer was genuinely worried. He may look at you with a caring and gentle gaze right now but inside his chest the only thought about you being abused at work causes a thrill of indignation. And he doesn't mind stepping in to resolve this conflict if your boss actually crosses the lines.

-Only when you convince him that it's not that bad and it's rare when you have such terrible shifts he calms a little. It's just hard to resist this urge to protect you, it doesn't matter if it's small or big things.

-"Alright, but you need to give me a little promise now that you will never push yourself too much on your own will, s/o" - he pats your head and you nod softly.

-After the whole evening with him together you finally relaxed and your mood lights up a little. You smile back and show him your pinky finger, ready to give a promise, but Lucifer just laughs.

-"Dear, we are not kids anymore.. " - he touches your chin with his hand, leaning closer to your face - "We should make a promise in another way.."

-Before you could react his lips covered yours, just a light and soft kiss, not that passionate as his casual hot kisses, but no less pleasant. It even feels better like that, as It was right that you needed - some gentle touches from your beloved man, as they show all tenderness of his deep love.

-"Don't you mind staying for a night in my room? I will not take "no" as an answer.." - Lucifer smirks, caressing your cheek with his thumb - "You need to relieve all your stress today, and I'm willing to help, darling..♡"

#obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer x gender neutral reader #lucifer x reader #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x you #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader

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ionely-galaxy · 1 year

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nicknames.

cw; ig, wholesomeness ; bad grammar ; usage of 'brat' on levi's part ; possessive ayato (tell me if there is more, lol)

abt; how they would call you, their S/O. and how he reacts to the nickname you give him. [ w/zhongli, sonny brisko, kamisato ayato, hex haywire, and levi ackerman ] (don't ask me why the fandom kinda messed up)

!; grammar can be false, im still learning ; all that has been written was only my opinion/imagination, and still have the opportunity to be inaccurate/ooc ; im taking suggestions/correction

chat; now im busy as hell. and here's my wattpad, in case something unbelievable happened there. (check it out on Saturdays, jk XD)

-- ZHONGLI loves to call you with any endearments, but it must start with ‘my’ (‘my dearest, ‘my sweetheart’, ‘my beloved’, ‘my darling’, ‘my Y/N’ etc.). but the main nicknames would be just ‘sweetheart’.

-- he loves anything you called for him, even daddy. however, i feel like ‘Li’ is the closest one among the others. +he cant help but smile—almost blushing—when you call him that.

-- SONNY brisko (my man). i think sonny is the type of bf/hb that would ALWAYS call you ‘baby’ / ‘babe’, or simply just the shorten/cuter version of your name (sorry i dont have any example). but again, he loves to call you baby, like you are the adorable lil child for him to protect.

-- IF i’m in a relationship with sonny, i will just be calling him ‘love’ or ‘darling’. but THERE IS ANOTHER CHOICE, such as ‘sunshine’! he is really happy when hears that word come out of your mouth.

-- kamisato AYATO, is such a tease in my eyes. but calling you with a delicate endearment is his priority tho, it is for keeping a good image for you both in front of the public. an those are like ‘beloved’, ‘dearest’, and ‘love’. and ‘beloved’ is the main one (because it’s the first of the list-)

-- ‘my lord’, that’s it, no drama, no doubt, just ‘my lord’, period. he feels that he has you when you call him that, and kind of 'turned on'.

-- i have no reason or evidence for doubting HEX for your nicknames. it’s literally ‘darling’, guys. even his fan name changes to ‘sicklings’, because of how often he calls his fans ‘darlings’.

-- HAHA, MY TIME HAS COME. so for calling him, you can go by anything, he's not picky, actually, but the perfect one should be ‘hexy’, he's not mad, not happy, just fine with nicknames you gave to him.

-- LEVI ackerman! who doesnt love this man haha, levi … is suitable enough to call you ‘love’, an old-looking endearment (like him). but remember, he just calling you ‘love’ in private or with a person whom levi trust, which means calling you ‘brat’ in public to keep the image of an actual levi ackerman.

-- ‘daddy’, ngl that is what stuck in my mind when it comes to naming levi. we can change that! we can change that! ‘shorty’! because he’s short, that’s all. and one thing, he is fed up and flustered.

#eve's writ #i love my men #zhongli #zhongli x reader #sonny brisko #sonny brisko x reader #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #hex haywire #hex haywire x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #aot fanfic #aot x reader #fanfic

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aki-mochi · 1 year

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Levi x Chubby!Insecure!Reader

“Y/n…Y/n? … Earth to Y/n.” Levi snapped his fingers in front of your face to snap you out of your daze.

“Huh? What? Oh, hi.” You blinked a few times to get your head back into reality.

“Is everything alright?” His face was blank, as usual, but his eyes glistened with concern. “You’ve been staring at that character's idle animation for 10 minutes.”

“Really? Guess I zoned out…” you rubbed your face, pressing pause on your game.

“I noticed… go get some rest. You look exhausted.”

“Says the one who practically never sleeps.” You smile at the huff of a chuckle your husband gives you in response.

“I’ll make some tea and bring it to you. Go to bed.”

With an amused hum from the man’s carting orders, you get up from your seat and go to your shared bedroom. You pick out a pair of pajamas you like and start to do your nightly routine. But as you slipped your shirt off over your head, you froze. In the mirror that hangs on the wall, you caught a glimpse of yourself.

Your gut. Your rolls. Your double chin, stretch marks, sore spots… You see your flaws and you frown; switching pajama shirts to one that’s baggier and hides you before crawling into bed. Soon, Levi comes back with two teacups and sets one on your night stand.

“Careful not to spill it.”

“Thank you, hun.” You sit up, drinking the tea he always makes to help both of you insomniacs to get some sleep. You looked down at your reflection in the tea cup you held so carefully as the negative emotions from earlier flooded back into your head. Biting your lip, you were conflicted of asking your beloved his reasons for picking you as his wife, but you wanted answers to the questions that stabbed at your self-worth and confidence.

“… Levi…?”

Levi hardly heard you say his name so quietly. “Yes dear?”

“Why did you pick me…?”

“What do you mean?” He raised a thin brow.

You frown and look at him seriously.

“Why did you; a perfect man that women used to throw themselves at, chose to marry me; a fat, ugly, spoiled brat who can’t do anything right?” Tears welled in your eyes as you spoke, turning your head away to hide your face whilst trying to wipe away the tears that escaped down your cheeks with a free hand before he would see, but to no avail.

“Girls everywhere are skinny with perfect skin and hair… While I… I-I'm…”

Levi frowned and set his cup down, taking yours and moving it as well before holding your hand. “Hey. Look at me.” He demanded, but you shook your head.

“Y/n… look at me.”

With a bit of upset sniffling, you lifted your head to look at him, a cheek being cupped by his strong hand and you immediately lean into it.

“You are not fat. You are not ugly. You are a brat because I spoil you because I love you.” He said firmly.

“A woman isn’t just a body. They’re a person. I love you as a person. I love your smile and your personality. I dont care that you have rolls and a belly, there's more of you to hold. They are called ‘love handles’ for a reason.”

You scoff but can’t hide a bit of a chuckle. “It always goes to sex with you…”

“Because you please me and I want to always please you.” He continued.

“Whatever shape you are, I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t want to see all of you.” stroking his thumb over the golden band that sat perfectly on your fourth finger.

You sigh softly and lean forward onto his chest as he wraps his arms around you as if to protect you. “…you don’t normally talk this much.”

“I guess my actions toward you haven’t spoken loud enough.” He hummed.

“Maybe… but thank you.” You hug his waist, giving a soft hum from feeling him placing a kiss on your head. “I love you.”

“Mhm… I’m serious about the love handles.” Levi gently squeezes one of the rolls on your side, a smirk gracing his lips at the sound of your giggle.

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“ . . . and as you’ve grown up, I continued with running my companies, starring in movies, making music, and I produced my play. Everyone else eventually found happiness in one way or another, thank goodness.”

Nia had wondered how her parents were so rich, how she was able to enjoy such comfortable seating out on the patio she glanced around at now that overlooked an enormous pool — the big, outdoor flower and vegetable garden to the right of it — and the patio also had two flat-screen televisions, a gourmet outdoor cooking area with a grill, and, appropriately, ceiling fans and a fire pit.

“Wow, mom. That’s . . . wow.” The young girl was in a bit of shock. She understood why a filmmaker wanted to make a movie about you. A countless amount of questions ran through her mind about you, her mother, who was considered to be a living legend.

Your beloved chef came outdoors and served you and your daughter a bowl of strawberry chicken salad, your favorite summer meal, which she now knew reminded you of your old, deceased lover, Armin Arlert.

“Thank you,” you said to the chef. “Would you mind bringing me my photo album?”

The photo album.

You mentioned it in your story.

Several minutes later, your chef returned with a brown, hardcover book that Nia had seen a countless amount of times in a reserved spot in the library, but never had she touched it. She couldn’t anyway, as it was on a pedestal display underneath protective glass.

Opening the pages, you showed her several photographs of your younger self.

“These were taken by Levi Ackerman,” you said softly.

“You look really pretty,” Nia mumbled, taking the photo album from you, as you were flipping through it too fast for her liking.

She glanced down at a selfie of you and a dark-haired man at the beach, the decades-old date catching her attention.

“Is that Levi?” She asked.

“Yes,” you replied.

Then, she saw the letter Levi had written to you. She only skimmed across it, having already known its contents from your story, and then, she explored the other pages: where Levi told you to continue filling the photo album with pictures from your past, present, and future.

There was a picture of you with a kind-looking, blonde-haired man, standing side by side in a bakery, hands covered in flour.

There was another picture of that same man in a selfie with her father, who seemed so young.

It was clearly Armin. Not only could she gather that from the details your story provided, but he was one of three people in every photo she stared at who she hadn’t seen in her entire life.

There was a photo of you and Jean in a studio together, you writing something down on a notepad as he studiously adjusted something on the soundboard mixer.

“Wait, was this CS Records or Arlert Records?”

You leaned over, looking at the photo.

“CS Records. See the date? Jean and I were more than likely working on my first few songs during the Eldian Devils tour. I can’t remember who took the picture, though.”

Nia hummed in response.

Next, there was a picture of you and Eren getting married for the first time as young artists in Las Vegas. Underneath it, there was a picture of you and Eren getting remarried in Europe.

The other photos consisted of you, Reiner, and his family the night he proposed, you and Mikasa having lunch near a bridge, a group of friends playing cards around a table, a few pictures of you on stage, on film sets, and at awards shows, Eren’s family, and other pictures of you and your friends who she lovingly recognized.

It was odd to know that, as she looked at all of the photographs of people who she had just seen last week, there were two people in some pictures who would never, ever age. The photos of Levi and Armin existed as a permanent reminder of how they will always be known.

Towards the back of the photo album, there was a picture of you with another man she didn’t recognize, but it wasn’t Levi. It wasn’t Armin.

“Is that Connie Springer?” Your daughter leaned over to show you a photograph of you and Connie dressed in suits and gowns for some sort of event.

“Yes,” you said. “That was my album release party. It was the first night Connie let me out of my bedroom after locking me away.”

“Uh,” Nia frowned. “That’s really-”

Nia interrupted her own sentence, distracted by the very last photo in the photo album.

It was a picture that was much older than the other ones. Not only did the date give it away, but the horrible camera quality as well.

It was a photo that couldn’t be found online. A photograph that was worth more than diamonds and gold.

Four young teenagers, standing in front of beautiful trees and bushes, smiling brightly, were photographed by her grandmother, Carla Yeager.

Nia read the little description below the childhood photo of Eren, Jean, Connie, and Marco: The original Eldian Devils. So long & farewell.

Below that, there was a photo of two young children trying to catch fireflies in a patch of high grass underneath a streetlight, photographed by her other grandmother, whom she had never known.

The little description below that childhood photo read: First loves. So long & farewell.

Nia closed the photo album.

“I think I’m gonna cry, Mom,” Nia started to bury her head in her hands. But then, she suddenly perked up and pushed herself out of her seat. “I gotta go see Dad!”

The young girl speed-walked through the enormous home. At this hour, she was certain where to find him.

Opening the door to the family room, there he was, strumming his guitar.

“Hi angel,” Eren smiled, soft wrinkles by his emerald eyes appeared as he greeted his beloved daughter with her favorite nickname, but upon seeing her eyes glistening with sadness, he immediately put down his guitar. “What’s wrong?”

He motioned the girl over, who quickly ran to him and sat down, wrapping her arms around him.

While he didn’t know why she was so upset, he had years of experience soothing her cries.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here,” he repeated.

Nia was a touch more sensitive and incredibly empathetic compared to the average person, that much was true, and right now, she could only think about all the pain her father experienced. The abuse. Almost dying. Losing friends.

And it hurt terribly, especially because she had only known him as the kind-hearted man who was a phenomenal father.

“I’m glad mom picked you,” Nia mumbled. “Thank you for always watching The Parent Trap with me . . . showing up to all of my shows and stuff . . . reading my papers . . . and just . . . you’re a great dad. I love you.”

“Aw, I love you too.” Eren hugged his girl even tighter. “Of course, sweetheart. Always.”

When you stepped into the room, smiling softly, Eren gave you a confused look that silently asked: What’s going on?

You held up the photo album, and he immediately understood.

Eren then motioned you over. Once you sat beside him, he kissed your forehead and wrapped his arm around you as well, holding on to the two people he cherished more than anyone or anything else in the world.

“I love you, mom. You’re so strong, and pretty amazing, too.” Nia reached out, touching your arm. “I hope I can be like you when I’m your age. Older you. Not younger you. You used to be a mess.”

For a while, the three of you sat there, hugging one another, experiencing nothing but pure love and joy.

—

A few months later, it was Thanksgiving.

The heartwarming event was hosted at your house, as it was every year, and familiar faces were gathered around the enormous dining room table covered with warm plates of food.

This year, Nia approached everyone and asked them more specific questions about their lives, wanting more details about the story she heard.

Aunt Hange was more than happy to answer just about everything after having too much wine.

Everyone was lovingly questioned by the teenager, and she shared what you had told her with their children as well.

After having dinner, Jean and his wife were sitting in the living room, playing cards with Erwin and Hange.

Reiner and his wife, who had flown in from Tennessee, were socializing with Annie, her girlfriend, and Sasha — who brought her husband, Niccolo, and their son.

Nia hung out in the recreation room with Reiner’s three children, who both had hair as blonde as his and were slightly younger than she was.

Mikasa, who had settled down in Washington after seeing the world, wanting to be closer to her friends and family, was telling you and Eren about one Thanksgiving year that she had spent lost in the middle of a forest.

A little while afterward, once dinner, laughter, and board games came to an end, Eren found you outside on the patio, staring at the glowing fireplace.

“Hi, baby. Everyone’s gone,” Eren sat down beside you. “Nia’s asleep, or she’s pretending to be, I’m not sure.”

“She’s probably tired, so I’m guessing she's actually asleep,” you said with a grin. “Today was fun. I miss everyone already.”

“Me too,” Eren smiled softly. “I’m glad everyone’s doing well. I hope it stays that way.”

“It will,” you suddenly yawned.

“Come on,” Eren stood up and reached his hand out, and you took it. “Let’s get ready for bed.”

“Someone’s excited to cuddle, huh?” You teased, expecting him to deny it, but proudly, he grinned wider and said, “Of course I am, so hurry up.”

After having a shower together, you and Eren both cuddled up in bed, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

That night, you dreamt of your past — making cinnamon rolls in a bakery and staring at stars from a rooftop.

It was a dream that you often had, but not out of regret. Not out of pain. But out of reflection of just how much you healed. How much your life had changed.

There were some people you wished you could bring back — Armin and Levi.

Some questions went unanswered — who your stalker was all those years ago, and whether it was a stranger or a lover.

But, even so, after having five husbands, and after every beautiful experience and painful memory, you could finally say that you had found contentment, and your one true love was the happiness you experienced as you grew old with your friends and family by your side.

— ONE MONTH LATER —

Five years.

That’s how long Eren had been trying his hardest to visit Connie in prison.

And a month after having Thanksgiving dinner with his family and friends, Connie allowed him to come.

What a stubborn man Connie was, but Eren’s persistence had won.

Eren couldn’t lie. He was nervous. The last time he laid eyes on the CS Records owner, he was testifying against him in court, both of them as young men. Both of them wishing that the other person would simply fall over and die.

But now, as the man in his forties sat in an uncomfortable chair in a private room, waiting for Connie to arrive on the other side of the thick glass, he couldn’t help but wonder what made Connie finally allow him to visit.

But he wouldn’t have to wonder much longer.

His leg, which shook with anticipation, halted its movement when a door opened and a prisoner was escorted out in chains, two correctional officers standing at his side.

It was him. Connie Springer.

Eren’s brows unintentionally furrowed, his face twitching as he fought the urge to both smile and frown.

It was Connie — the same man that tried to take his life. A murderer. Torturer. And yet, it was Connie, his old childhood friend who had aged just as he did, and despite being behind bars, he looked rather well.

If Connie was as shocked to see Eren after years upon years, Eren couldn’t tell, as the prisoner simply blinked at him as he was escorted to his seat on the other side of the glass, his face expressionless. Intimidating.

And he just stared at Eren.

The former musician was the first one to pick up the phone hanging on the wall to communicate. Connie did so as well a few moments later.

Pressing the phone to his ear, Eren’s emotional, shiny eyes darted away from Connie’s, down at the new tattoo on Connie’s left arm, and back up at him.

“Hey,” Eren spoke first.

Connie didn’t respond.

He just stared at Eren.

“I’m here because I wanted to see how you were doing,” Eren spoke yet again.

Connie’s chains rattled as he shifted in his seat.

He just stared at Eren.

With a frown, Eren questioned, “Why did you let me come visit you if you weren’t going to talk to me?”

“You didn’t give me a choice. I thought you’d give up . . . after five fucking years.”

Finally.

Eren couldn’t help but smile a bit. Hearing his voice again after forgetting what it sounded like was rather startling.

“You only said yes so I’d leave you alone?” Eren asked.

“Yeah.”

“Alright. I’ll take what I can get,” Eren softly sighed. “I never thought that I’d ever want to see you again, but here I am.”

“You really did all this to check on me?” Connie’s question was fired rather abruptly, nearly cutting off Eren’s sentence. “I put a bullet through your chest. I’m the reason you only have eight fingers left. I killed your friends, and I could keep naming shit I’ve done. Why are you here?”

Eren glanced away, adjusting the dark green phone in his hand.

“Time heals all wounds.”

“That something your therapist came up with?”

“Yeah.”

The corner of Connie’s mouth twitched as, this time, he was the one fighting the urge to smile.

“What I’m trying to say is that I can’t forgive you for what you did to Armin and Levi, and it’s not my place to or not to. But I forgive you for what you did to me.” Eren’s eyes glistened with subtle sadness. “I guess I’m just hoping that after all this time . . . after all we’ve been through . . . I can talk to my friend again. Not CS Records owner, Connie Springer, but my friend. I haven’t spoken to him since I was fifteen, and I woke up with two new gray hairs today.”

It was a soft noise, one that was very brief and vanished as soon as it had arrived, but Connie chuckled.

“You’re saying some corny stuff, man.”

Eren’s smile brightened. “That’s what happens when you have a kid. All I do now is think of dad jokes, and try to-”

“You have a kid?”

Eren’s face faltered in utter confusion, but as he stared at Connie’s slightly shocked face, he could tell that the man wasn’t messing around.

Nia’s birth was worldwide news. It was a steady hot topic for an entire year — one would have thought that a new member of the royal family had been born.

But then, Eren realized that for the most part, behind bars, the outside world ceased to exist. Especially in maximum security facilities.

“Yeah,” Eren said. “I have a daughter. She turned fourteen a month ago.”

“Is her mom around? Who’s she?”

“Her mom is Y/N. And, yeah, she’s around. We’ve been married for years.”

“Seriously?” Connie couldn’t hide the shock and surprise. A look of amusement appeared upon his face as he raised his eyebrows. “Well, uh . . . congratulations. How’s Y/N?”

Eren couldn’t help but smile as he thought about you, his beautiful wife. “She’s good. She’s great. Her companies are still going strong, and she’s finally happy.”

“Didn’t wanna come see me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Connie nodded.

Then, his face fell into a small frown, hazel eyes darting down to the corner of the glass, staring at nothing in particular.

“How’s Jean doing?”

“Jean’s fine. He’s retired from music. He married a pianist.” Eren paused. “Everyone else is doing fine too. Reiner has kids and a wife, and they all have Southern accents — it’s funny to hear. Mikasa finally . . .”

For a while, Connie listened to Eren ramble on about the progressive lives of the people he once knew.

As his old friend spoke, he couldn’t help but wonder how his life would have turned out if he had made different choices.

Sadness pricked at his heart, sending a small ache throughout his body.

If only he wasn’t such an idiot back then.

No. He was worse than an idiot.

He was a monster.

“What about you, Connie? I know you’re locked up, but how are they treating you here? Knowing you, you probably run this place, huh?”

Truth be told, Connie was rather surprised to know Eren cared. It was just as touching as it was shocking.

“Damn right,” Connie said.

And it was true, but not in the way one would imagine.

He intimated who he needed to. Ruined lives when he needed to. But, over the nearly two decades he had been behind bars, he had done it solely to stick up for the defenseless prisoners, both young and old, who didn’t deserve to be treated as he once was when he was locked up the first time.

It wasn’t some change of heart that had occurred over the last several years, either.

From the very first day he entered as a younger man, he was both starting fights and finishing them to protect others.

He couldn’t explain why he did such things. It was no secret that he didn’t mind letting other people get hurt, considering he excelled at harming others, but this was different.

Somehow, it just was.

“Can I ask you something? And be honest with me,” Eren paused, carefully thinking over his words before he dared to utter them. “Do you regret it? Any of it?”

Connie ran his hand down his lower face.

It was a difficult question, and not because he didn’t know the answer, because he did, but rather, he wasn’t sure if the truth was an acceptable response.

Telling the truth meant showing weakness. Losing power.

Letting go of that mentality was rather difficult, especially behind bars where weakness was preyed on.

But he didn’t care about those former beliefs anymore. He was getting too old for such stupidity.

“Telling you I regret it will give you closure, right?”

“Surely you want closure too.”

“I regret everything.” The prisoner looked into his old friend’s eyes as he spoke. “I wish I . . .” He clenched his jaw. He couldn’t speak anymore — but there were, perhaps, no words in the English language that could properly express what he felt in his heart.

“Well, uh, how about this,” The other man sniffled softly as spoke. “You’ll have to be under constant supervision, but, in a few years, how about we work on getting you out of here . . . letting you see the sun again? What do you say?”

Fighting the urge to cry was an incredibly difficult battle. The prisoner nodded, his teary eyes shining with guilt and hope, and the other man nodded along with him.

“Okay, well,” the former musician smiled sadly, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

The visit ended with goodbyes and promises that they both intended to keep. Your dear husband couldn’t be certain what the future held, but as he did the day he first met you all those years ago, approaching you backstage with great curiosity, he’d trust his gut.

For it had led him to his one true love, and he’d listen to it — always.

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scorbleeo · 1 month

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Book Chat: God of Fury

Legacy of Gods (Book 5) by Rina Kent

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I’m not attracted to men. Or so I thought before I slammed into Nikolai Sokolov. A mafia heir, a notorious bastard, and a violent monster. An ill-fated meeting puts me in his path. And just like that, he has his sights set on me. A quiet artist, a golden boy, and his enemy’s twin brother. He doesn’t seem to care that the odds are stacked against us. In fact, he sets out to break my steel-like control and blur my limits. I thought my biggest worry was being noticed by Nikolai. I’m learning the hard way that being wanted by this beautiful nightmare is much worse.

ISBN: 9781685452193 (2023) | Source: Goodreads

Absolutely Worth It

This review took me a long while to get to it mainly because I am still in a daze. I cannot believe I finally got to God of Fury and that I am finished with the book. It hasn't been a long journey to get to Nikolai and Brandon's story but it had been a rather arduous one. Kent's books have been an unpredictable roller coaster ride with extreme hits or misses and as much as I was afraid my high expectations for this book would ultimately bite me in the ass, I maintained extremely high expectations for God of Fury.

For a book written by an author I sometimes have issues with for the writing style, for a book where I have ridiculously high expectations for, and for a book that I've actually already know roughly what goes on in it... This was a wonderfully and beautifully crafted story. While reading God of Fury, I can feel the patience and time and effort Kent took to build her characters and develop the storyline. I finally understand why some people said this felt like such a different book as compared to Kent's other books.

Lets begin with the storyline of God of Fury. This is the only book in the Rina Kent Universe where I did not feel that the author was rushing through the plot. Yes, Nikolai was instantly attracted to Brandon but the feelings both parties developed for each other came slowly, smoothly and very naturally. Like, before I finished the book, when exactly did Nikolai fall for Brandon? Or when exactly did Brandon start to develop positive feelings towards Nikolai? As you're reading the book, you really don't see it as it happens right in front of your eyes.

Which brings me to why the patience in plot development is so prevalent in this book. First being the way Kent wrote Brandon's character arc, there is simply no other way to have this book succeed without having patience in developing the plot. Secondly, Nikolai's willingness to go with Brandon's pace. Because of what plots these characters have, Kent had no choice, she could not rush through the storyline and that made this book her best one.

Now moving on to our two main characters. I knew there was a reason I loved them since their first appearance (as kids). I mean, Astrid and Levi? They are my favourite Royal Elite couple. Rai and Kyle? They are one of my favourite Rina Kent couples. I could not hate their children even if I wanted to. Of course, this is not a place to gush over the parents.

Starting with Nikolai Sokolov. He is another unhinged man in the long list of unhinged men Kent has created. However, he was really only unhinged in other people's books. In God of Fury, you see that Nikolai's not exactly unhinged. He's just unapologetically himself, does not care how anyone views him and even though he does bad shit, he has a moral compass despite what anybody assumes. The fact that my dude has vulnerable phases every now and then, and yet he does not hide that. How many men has Kent created that embraces and showcases his vulnerability like Nikolai does? I can bet that's one big reason why Nikolai is such a beloved character.

As for Brandon King. He's my baby, okay? And I will do anything to protect my baby. He is the one and only male character created with a different template. This man is not annoyingly frustrating or has that stupid toxic masculinity that ultimately plays into his stubbornness to not accept people's "no". And boy, oh boy. One of the most tortured character with the most kindhearted soul. I really do love that Kent made everybody like/love Brandon, because he deserves all the kindness the world has.

Last but definitely not least. Kent did not do a good job writing God of Ruin to the point where I don't actually have a connection with Mia or Landon. But the way she wrote Brandon and Landon's brotherhood? I have a connection with Landon King now, all thanks to this book. Even thinking about the hospital scene now brings tears to my eyes, and I finished that book weeks ago.

So, yes. I really love God of Fury. This is the only one where I own a physical copy of. I read the book, fully focusing on every single word. I did not do any annotations because the first time deserves my full undivided attention. And I am way too lazy to check back but I am very sure this is the only book by Kent that I have given 5-star to.

Rating: ★★★★★

P.S.: Remember in God of Ruin when Nikolai made Mia call Brandon and Brandon ended up covering for Mia? I really wished we had a chapter for it here too.

More Rina Kent Universe here: Cruel King (Royal Elite, #0) | God of Ruin (Legacy of Gods, #4) | Throne of Power (Throne Duet, #1)

#book review #god of fury #legacy of gods #rina kent #brandon king #nikolai sokolov #rina kent universe

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forestsofthenightx · 5 months

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I’m a simple person. I see a post with Levi? I reblog it.

It’s incredible how much I grew fond of this character. He’s my cinnamon roll, no one touch him😭💙

#levi #levi ackerman #my beloved #cinnamon roll #he’s a baby and he must be protected at all costs #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi heichou #heichou #captain levi

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chronicdisasterwrites · 11 months

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silent love

pairing: levi ackerman x gn!reader

genre + warnings: - could be modern au or canon (you decide both works lol). no warnings, really. FLUFF. reader has tie-able hair.

word count: 518

authors note: this is my first ever attempt at writing a fanfic. I hope I could do our beloved Levi justice and apologies for calling him "old" twice LMFAO. and this isn't implying that reader is underage or anything (they're NOT underage pls), it's just funny to call levi "old".

I hope you enjoy <3

Most (read: all) people would agree - Levi was a cranky "old" man who enjoyed making tedious shit jokes, expressing his opinion in the most brutally straightforward way possible, and had absolutely no regard for untidy people who couldn’t clean a teaspoon to save their life.

Levi would much rather do things himself instead of teaching someone the “correct” way of doing said things. His teaching method is also more so, “you teaching yourself after he points out what you did wrong” rather than, “here, see this is how you do it”.

So, you found it endearing how he would go out of his way to actually demonstrate the proper way (according to him, anyways) of folding napkins, cleaning windows, or steeping the perfect cup of black tea. One time after you laughed at a particularly unfunny shit joke he made, you noticed from the corner of your eye how his gaze lingered on you for slightly longer than he would usually allow. And how after he turned his head away, the tips of his ears were a shade of the most adorable rosy pink. It threw you off for a second. Seeing Levi Ackerman, poker-faced and all, blushing? It got you noticing small things like these more and more. And one of the things you noticed was how he noticed small things about you too.

He would go off about how those pastries you like are “diabetes in a box” and would proceed to leave them in the fridge or your desk with your name scribbled in bold letters all over the box. He would deny it completely if approached about it though. He would keep an extra rubber band on him at all times because he noticed how you kept losing your own hair bands and how cranky you get if your hair got in your face. He would wait for you, walk with you in silence, and listen to you with the occasional hum to ensure you that he’s listening.

These things aren’t grand love gestures in Levi’s eyes. He may not even know he loves you. But to him, it doesn’t really matter. He knows this feeling is new to him and that you are important to him. He just knows that he wants you to be safe, happy and doesn’t mind spending all his time with you. Even if it’s in silence. Even if you don’t know how he feels for you. Even if you never will, because he’s lost too many people in his life and couldn’t bear to lose you too. So he’d show you his love, instead of using his words. Because it’s easier that way and he still gets to protect you and love you in his own subtle loving way.

So yes, Levi was still a cranky “old” man with an appreciation of ridiculous shit jokes, being straightforward and cleaning like his life depends on it. However, he would tone it all down for you. Although, if you knew this you’d tell him there’s no need to tone anything down. Because that’s the Levi you fell in love with.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #aot levi #levi x you #levi x y/n

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queenofallimagines · 3 months

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Hiya, I just read your Lucifer with a devotee ask and I was wondering if you could do the same with Leviathan or Diavolo from Obey Me?

Absolutely beloved! I am not sure how TF I didn’t see this?? (Writing really long Fics is actually so much work)

Leviathan:

- shook

- Literally at a loss

-Thinks you’re joking

- He will notice you, but def won’t notice that YOU are his Henry

- Probably will be like “you’re def not as good at them”

- And gushes about his Henry, and you’re just like 🤨📸

- All the brothers are surprised you follow him and look out for him so easily

- During the TSL arc the only time you’ve ever feared him was then

- after that you flat out don’t talk to him

- Avoid him

- He feels bad but not really bc “why would he feel bad about hurting a normie’s feelings”

- Your pact mark glows then too because I think if you were his devotee he would give you a pact easily after working with you for a while

- Levi was too upset to notice the searing pain in his chest when he attacked you

- Or how cold he felt right after

- Mammon nursing your sprained wrist, and you’re barely listening to him

- Well end up making you spill the beans, and he is FLOORED that you have a pact w Levi bc uh hello?? He’s your FIRST MAN??

- He will keep this a secret but the way more protective of you

- The house is low-key really awkward because of y'all too

- mammon giving Levi the stink eye

- Levi upset he’s feeling so many hurt feelings because he still don’t get y'all two are connected

- Gets REALLY depressed when his most beloved Henry isn’t picking up

- Like he can’t even feel your presence??

- Will barge into your room back in the human realm and move all the shit in your alter around wondering WTF is going on

- Maybe you’re at work or something, weird he didn’t know but okay

- Tries three more times, and you’re not there

- Worried something happened to you

- Gets super upset and Lucifer is like bro wtf is you sniffling for??

- dinner is wild bc when is the HOL not like a soap opera 😭

- Asmo is like the human you made a pact with??

- Asking Lucifer to check and see if your dead because he can only mildly feel your presence, but you’re not talking to him

- Mammon is uncharacteristically quiet

- He’s side eyeing the light blue mark glowing under the table (I HC that his would be in a place that’s always covered like right below your hipbone or like lower back and not more visible the other brothers marks)

- And then looking at you like “are you good?”

- Levi still babbling on about his Henry, and he’s upset they aren’t here

- Mammon is your protector, and he’s gonna stand on business about you EVERY time

- Also he can’t help not saying some slick shit 💀

- “Maybe if ya didn’t try to kill them your ‘precious’ Henry would want to talk to you

- Levi windows blue screen resetting Rn

- Satan messy bitch number 2 just hums and is like “I had my suspicions, but I wasn’t completely sure you were one of his followers”

- Asmo is gushing about how cute this is

- And ofc Levi is too awkward and anxious to even look you in the eye

- Dinner is still awkward but goes by smoother than before

- You go to your room to mind your business as you do, and you hear this timid ass knock on the door

- Like nobody in this house knocks that MF soft Levi IK it’s you

- Shuffles into your room w his head down and starts fumbling over his worlds

-“ you could have told me it was you…”

- “Didn’t think I had to. I never thought you would hurt me….”

- Shaking in his boots as he rambles out an apology and starts spiraling honestly

- You can barely hear him talking low as hell

- “Gah! And then I was bragging to you about YOU… How embarrassing!”

- You let him know you forgive him by teasing him

- “…….so….your so-called Henry was your most favorite?”

- He’s literally fighting for his life MC, please spare him

- Will act like hot shit lmao

- Monopolizing all your time too, like the other 6 bothers are exhausted

- Can’t even work towards getting belphie out of the attic because he’s always taking up your time

- “Sorry I’m borrowing them because we’re going top secret ritual stuff”

- “You are literally just going to play the new Ruri-Chan game”

- “OKAY AND???”

- Asmo sitting back and watching the chaos bc he knows y'all getting down and nasty on the regular

- “Someone go tell them to relax I can hear thumping because they’ve been gaming all morning”

- And he’s blowing your back out and realigning your chakras

- Like you can only cover up the scratch marks and hickeys with his clothes for so long

#my writing #x black reader #obey me #obey me x black reader #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obmswd #om leviathan #slight n*fw #devotee Au #I guess #these are really fun #I’m not gone I promise I’ve been revising this damn Lucifer short fic for eons #and writing this REALLY LONG isagi fic😭#obey me shall we date leviathan #leviathan obey me

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midnight-talescape · 11 months

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𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡

Not me having to do this twice because tumblr ate the first one

The single character are just the only character I will write for in their fandom because I only find them attractive (no I don't take question for my choice) But feel free to convince me otherwise with nice prompt

𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁

The Tyrant and His Pet (Yandere Frieza x Reader)

^ art to go with that story I said no oc but im also a hypocrite

Mine (Yandere King Cold x Adopted Reader) <- I will fuck his entire family excluding chill who look like a purple and orange dildo and kuriza whos a literal child

𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐵𝓊𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓇

Contract (Alpha Sebastian x Omega Reader) I want a demon buler

𝒫𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 (𝐼’𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔)

Trainer and Pokémon are both okay (final evolution and grown up only)

Rage (Yandere Human Gyarados x Reader) no thought mind blank

Sacrifice (Yandere Human Volcarona x Reader) why did i write lava cum

Forbidden (Yandere Greninja x Reader) i will always love forbidden ninja love

Mate (Serperior x Reader) favorite starter no regret

Virus (Various Pokémon x Reader) no comment

Worship (Arceus x Reader) go big or go home

Fire (Arcanine x Reader) dog

𝐼𝓃𝓊𝓎𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶

Heat (Sesshomaru x Half Demon Reader) <- first anime crush

𝒟𝒮𝑀𝒫 (𝒞! 𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎)

I’m here (C!Philza x Cat Hybrid Reader) Im so fucking sorry

𝒜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 (𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒶𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉)

Prey (Koro Sensei x Reader) Adult need special care

𝒪𝓃𝓂𝓎𝑜𝒿𝒾

Treasure (Yandere Tamamo no Mae x Reader) fluffy tails

𝒟𝒞

Criminal (Yandere Batman x Criminal Reader) I might have a type

Taboo (Brother Batman x Sister Reader) i was so fucking excited for this ;-;

𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 (𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓊𝓅)

Purpose (Lucius Malfoy x Reader) I have some daddy issue

𝐻𝒶𝓏𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁 + 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓋𝒶 𝐵𝑜𝓈𝓈

Deal (Alastor x Reader) not me remembering Alastor doesn't brush his teeth

Lust (Asmodeus x Succubus Reader) I love mister rooster guy

𝒞𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒 𝑅𝓊𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂 (𝓈𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽)

Cookie & Cream (Yandere Dark Cacao x Reader x Yandere Pure Vanilla) It's definitely call cream, I don't take argument

𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 (𝒴𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃)

Princesa (Miguel O’hara x Reader) I love writing hate sex

Needs (Alpha Miguel O’hara x Beta Reader) I want this man to do so many illegal shit to me

Washing Machine (Miguel O’hara x Reader) help me stepbro

Needs and Wants (Omega Miguel O’hara x Beta Reader) this man has so many things that can do so many things to me

Protection (Bodyguard Miguel O’hara x Reader) I will pay big money for this man

Aphrodisiac (Miguel O’hara x Reader) he totally gaslighted you lol

Good Boy (Hybrid Miguel O’hara x Reader) the title has little to no correlation with the story

Mi Diosa (War God Miguel O’hara x Reader) The amount of Miguel i’m writing is getting ridiculous

Secret (Best Friend Miguel O’hara x Hero Reader) I want miguel so badly

Villain (Yandere Villain Miguel O’hara x Hero Reader) I need to remember this is a smut

Hatred (Various Miguel x Reader) i love angst

Killer (Ghostface Miguel O’hara x Shy (?) Reader) very thin line between shy and psychopathic

Little Spider (Stepdad Miguel O’hara x Reader) stepdad miguel lets goooooo

𝒥𝓊𝒿𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓃

Leash (Wolf Toji x Reader) Bark bark

Master and Slave (Toji x Reader) No thought want Toji to [bleep] me

Discipline (Proffesor Nanami x Student Reader) Look at this beautiful mature responsible man

Liar (Sukuna x Reader) I think regular people will die if they fuck him

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇

Jealousy (Ice Bear x Reader) *insert How bad can I be

Despise (John Wick x Reader) <- this is favorite will recommand

Wine (Thranduil x Reader) Im into some freaky shit

Game (707 x Reader) My beloved

Love (Yandere Kururu x Reader) I dont know why I love him I just do

Captain (Levi x Reader) You can break my neck

Pet (Slenderman x Reader) daddy long leg

𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉

Pearls (Yandere Sea Monster x Mermaid Reader) I had to cut it because I was dragging it on for too long

Intertwine (Genderbend Parallel (?) x Reader) its just a little weird okay

Don't Leave (Yandere Dragon x Reader) Dragon, my love

Obsession (Yandere Wolf x Reader) I have no thought just head hurt, also want a wolf. Doesn't have to be a man just a wolf

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AND IF OUR LOVE MUST BE IMMORTALISED, LET IT BE LIKE THIS.

synopsis: all obey me characters + poems that describe your love.

LUCIFER + “if you forget me” by Pablo Neruda.

lucifer wants you to know one thing - for perhaps his whole life - he has felt that something was missing. holiness and rebellion are two sides he tampered with and in them both, and even with every step he has taken to live - something was missing. you. with all of his choices, you melt into everything. he notices it all. you are the fire and the red branch and he must be the ash. you are in everything and everything carries him to you. yet, he has lost so many things already and he knows that humans are fickle creatures. when he is alone, he can’t help but think of the darker what ifs. still, he wants you to be free. lucifer lets you decide. but just know, that if you go against the darker voices in his mind - if you choose to remember him and love him (the same way he has already decided to do with you) - he will never truly be ash. the two of you would be destiny that burns forever.

‘my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.’

MAMMON + “how do I love thee” by Elizabeth Browning.

It would seem that Mammon has been counting the ways he loves you since the first day he met you. yes, since the very first day. he knows that he is full of flaws but the love in him remains holy. perhaps thats from the times he was an angel, because since then and forever forth he has imagined love to be the same way. he has dreamed of loving someone in day and night, in righteousness and praise and greed even. his soul dances around you; if he could - he would place it in your hands and watch it glow. he loves with passion and grief and warmth and selflessness and he would, after everything, pray to God for you. mammon would bend the knee to that extent if you wanted him too. he is just thankful that after everything - after almost losing love itself and falling - the concept of love has not changed; and it now carries your name.

‘i love thee freely, as men strive for right. i love thee purely, as they turn from praise. i love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.’

LEVIATHAN + “somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond” by E.E. Cummings

Levi is aware of how silly it sounds to say that he loves adventure when others know his habits. but he truly loves it. the adrenaline and the heroism, and the tales and connections of all those legends - but out of them all, knowing you has been the biggest adventure of his life. he wasn’t expecting you or seeking you out when you first arrived but, over time, the seasons of nature changed and you stayed the same. sometimes you are too near and he is stuck between wondering why and pulling you even closer. his love is definitely a quiet one but it is steady - it brings balance. the answer always seems to be you. protecting you in his own way and letting you gently recognize all of his layers - its all so intimate. his love is deeper than anything else. whatever you say, he is willing to do. and he finds that in perceiving the world with you - that love unlocks more charm and power than ever before.

‘somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near’

SATAN + “i dreamed i forgot” by Leila Chatti

many would describe that before satan came to be - all he had was dreams. he lived in them, through the eyes and the body and the wings of the man with whom he shares a complex relationship with. that is why he hates dreams that feel like prophecies. he knew his flaws oh so well, and he knew you too - so for a while he refused to admit to love. but dreaming of you means remembering you. dreaming of you means loving you. he always dedicates words to you. he was a fool when standing before you. he wanted so badly to cherish but while working on himself he doubted that he was capable of such a thing. but through dreaming of you and through watching you - he knew that denying love was impossible. satan’s love feels like a rush after the calm. it feels like he always calls out to you. now when he dreams that you forgot him, or that he forgot you, all he has to do is hear you sleeping peacefully next to him. satan wants to thank you a thousand times over.

‘i dreamed i forgot you but to dream you was remembering. i have words for you only, a linguistic fidelity.’

ASMODEUS + “don’t go far off” by Pablo Neruda

Asmo felt like he, for the first time in his life, had to beg someone to love him. when met with you and your eyes - the inner workings of his doubt started to make him realise just how love stood high above infatuation and lust. asmo would wait for you no matter how long it took. he would wait for you in empty stations and parking lots or his heart would be lost otherwise. you ground him when your arm is wrapped around his. he wouldn’t say he is begging for your love but he is begging to be close to you.’ stand together and don’t go off too far in this love so that you look like a stranger’. ‘love me as much as i love you’. ‘home is the place both of us step in’ - he feels like he shines most naturally when your attention is the only one that matters.

‘don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.’

BEELZEBUB + “i thank you” by Henry Timrod + “cottages” by M.A. + “aubade” by Amber Flora Thomas (i couldn’t decide on just one for him leave me be. the last one is erotic.)

with Beel love has always existed in its simplest nature. you were drawn to one another the same way the sun replaces the moon. but that is usually what happens to love that starts as a close friendship. as admiration. beel has thanked you so many times before he confessed. he has always felt that love towards you but actually noticing what it was just took him a bit longer. but does it really matter when he continued to treat you the same way? his love is always patient and kind and calm like the gentle wind. his love is always a ‘thank you’ and ‘lets build a home together’. ‘lets be at peace and let me bring you flowers’. ‘let us eat at this table together. i will bring a vase and you put the flowers in. i will kiss you and you kiss me back.’ it is so, so simple and thats what makes it truly wonderful.

‘what not, do I see, when I see any rendition of your existence? you reinstated the dream in me; its sparkling collective of wishes’

BELPHEGOR + “to you” by Frank O’Hara

he knew that he loved you because the stars seemed to spell it out for him. he knew that he loved you because his love found rivers and mountains and sunsets and sunrises in your being and in your eyes. his love continues to turn you into stories connected to him because it doesn’t let you go. you chose each other and you continue to stay together. consistency. before he met you, he found comfort in the stars but true happiness was only found when he held you under them - when he talked to you. ‘i will always love you’ slips off from his tongue so easily when he sees you. you two build love, like architects do, and then you showcase it to the rest of the world.

‘what is more beautiful than night and someone in your arms that’s what we love about art it seems to prefer us and stays’

DIAVOLO + “be arrogant” by Mahmoud Darwish

Diavolo has always seen you as someone so magical that you simply had to be hiding in everything. no, rather, everything was hiding in you. Sometimes he still blurs that line but he doesn’t mind - you’re that special that both of them are true. so, what he wants his love to convey is that you should always feel what he thinks of you. for a long time he has been the one with the biggest distance than the rest - almost unreachable. but even then. even while you were not aware - you remained the one he loved. yes, you are everything to him - a human, a lover, an angel, that special someone he loses his arrogance for. his love makes him feel small when he stands next to you. he loves comparing you to the earth itself - full of hope and possibility and too good to be true because he has lived so long yet it is your existence that truly shines.

‘no matter your distance from me. you will remain an angel in my eyes and flesh. you will remain as our love wills to see you.’

BARBATOS + “sorting laundry” by Elisavietta Ritchie (actually made me cry while thinking of barbatos)

his love is unable to control the way you overflow into everything. into his dreams, his fantasies, his hopes and his hands. he has done ‘mundane’ chores for centuries and when they’re connected to you - they become his place of unravelling. he wonders how you have come to be folded into his life. all these ‘silly’ things are actually stories. when you got so emotional over the washing machine eating your favorite sock and when he gifted you these flowers that you liked so much that magic simply had to be used to keep them forever. you keep overflowing into everything. into public and private displays of love, into his constant thoughts. He doesn’t even dare to imagine what would happen if suddenly one day - you decided to leave him. he never lets you fold your own laundry. something about this act makes him so emotional that you can’t help but give in to his sincere eyes.

‘well washed dollars, legal tender for all debts public and private, intact despite agitation;

and, gleaming in the maelstrom, one bright dime, broken necklace of good gold

you brought from Kuwait, the strangely tailored shirt left by a former lover...’

SIMEON + “being to timelessness as it’s to time’ by E.E. Cummings

simeon knows that time matters in all things and its his tendency to always wonder about it while he loves. since time exists in all things that means that his love does too. in the air, the ocean, the land. in the places so many people cannot reach. he knows that lovers suffer but his suffering is rather sweet - its not tangible; it is simply worry for you. simeon will stand in front of anyone who asks - and if someone deems his holy love as anything but true - he won’t remain quiet. when your fingertips brush he is overjoyed. his love finds immense joy in all things that come back to you. this love has no fear. this love knows just what to say. it doesn’t matter what sages have to say; it only matters when you speak.

‘love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun more last than star’

SOLOMON + “poem for haruko” by June Jordan (big thanks to @gatchagay that is the biggest solomon lover i know. i just couldn't find the perfect poem for him and they helped me)

when he walks from a simple grocery run to the place he calls home, solomon can’t help but wonder about his long life. you are definitely inside this home - if your form wasn’t sitting on the sofa that is already 3 years old then it would just be a simple house he holds no fondness for. because of you - so much has happened. the reason solomon never thought just one place could hold all of his love and sadness and happiness - is because he never had anyone to share those things with. he has witnessed the world change but his love for you just keeps blooming as it always has. that is the natural tendency. and when he comes inside, you hold his hand and he can’t help but bloom all over. plenty would describe him as fickle but he only dedicates himself to that which is truly worth it. you, this home, and the fact that your trace can be felt everywhere.

‘now I do relive an evening of retreat a bridge I left behind where all the solid heat of lust and tender trembling lay as cruel and as kind as passion spins its infinite tergiversations in between the bitter and the sweet’

RAPHAEL + “love’s philosophy” by Percy Shelly

he has always seen holiness in everything. and there is truly nothing more holy than love. his love often feels like water - constantly wrapping around you; not changing in intensity but instead shaping to the way you need it to be. He is an angel and his love has been predestined; divine laws dictated it. Despite this, he knows that it doesn’t come without any work. His love is both an eternal attempt and admiration as well as divinely eternal.

‘nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine in one spirit meet and mingle. why not I with thine?—’

THIRTEEN + “serenade” by Djuna Barnes.

for someone that is best characterzied as ‘impulsive’ you would expect the same to be the description of their love. but, thirteen fell for you impulsively and so quickly that actually wording it, actually sounding it out and allowing herself to be so vulnerable was hard. rejection would destroy her after she finally found you. she doesn’t ask you to come, she just asks you not to leave. she thinks that being, uncharacteristically, quiet about the love but expressing it as if it was actually spoken - would make your own feelings reach that cliff of impulse and it would all come crashing down. you would come right into her arms. in this love, you were the first one who had to start it by saying something - but once you did - that was everything she had been waiting for.

‘three paces in the moonlight’s glow I stand, and here within the twilight beats my heart. i’m not asking you to finish, but—to start.’

MEPHISTOPHELES + “i am not yours” by Sara Teasdale

He belongs to one of those that refuses to admit the true reason his gaze lingers on you. one of those who feels his fingertips tremble when you stand near while he chooses words opposite of that. what good would it be to admit that he is so utterly lost in you? he has expectations placed on him - how could he get lost like a simple snowflake in the sea with a human? you are so different from him and he swears that this distance will clarify the situation but, when distant from you - he grows even more lost. his love confession came as a surprise to himself the most. it was like rushing wind. denial means nothing when love plunges so deep.

‘i am not yours, not lost in you, not lost, although I long to be lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea.’

a/n: if you disagree with my choice of poems *shows you the list of my classes* i major in this and you’re wrong. this was so so fun but so hard?? because not only did i not want basic ass love poems; they had to fit the characters perfectly and they had to incorporate both the good and the bad since the game makes us see so much of their flaws. AND TO ADD TO THAT - THEY HAD TO BE GENDER NEUTRAL. tf u think i am?? to allow a poem mentioning she or him to slip inside and ruin your reading experience?

i hope you enjoyed it!!

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me brothers #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #satan x reader #belphegor x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #thirteen x reader #raphael x reader #mephistopheles x reader #solomon x reader #simeon x reader #not gi #not twst

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