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chunyuan · 6 years

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Xmas gift #30

This is my fanfic for @gootbuttpaladin this Christmas, I hope you like it even though it’s my first time writing something like this and it has a lot of mistakes. Anyways, Merry Xmas to you and every Ereri fan out there!

Note: No smut, sorry T_T

"Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other."

— Rainer Maria Rilke

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Levi glares at the dead clock on the wall.

It is seven forty in the morning, but the damn clock only showed five and fifty. Since when did the clock die? He remembers changing the batteries two weeks ago. Then he remembers the clock has been running for more than ten years, and it is breaking down more often than ever.

Damn that clock. He is going to be late for work now. He must get up, find something to eat quick and maybe call a cab. Since going by bus is not really an option if he wanted to show up before nine. That is how much time you waste when you choose to live thirteen kilometers away from where you work.

However, as he gets up to the bathroom, passing the damn calendar, does he remember that today is the first day of his maternity leave. He cussed himself for being old and forgetting things easily.

Yes, Levi Ackerman is pregnant at six months. At the age of thirty two, no less. With an alpha who is nine years younger than him, no less. Said alpha is still snoring on his bed, naked and face full of bliss. Levi sighs and goes back to bed, sitting on one side and stroking his alpha’s head.

“Eren, wake up. You’re gonna be late soon.”

The alpha’s eyes flutter at the call of his name, but remain closed no matter what.

“Five more minutes, Levi. Your bed is literally calling me to go back to dreamland with it.” With a yawn, the alpha turns his back on Levi and buries himself deep under the blankets, which sure smells exactly like the “love nectar” they produced last night.

“If you don’t wake up now, I’m gonna kick you until you shit yourself, I promise. Or worse…” Levi rolls his eyes, trying to think of some more threatening threats, and smirks. “Or worse, I will send your most embarrassing photos to Jean. Like the one when you shit yourself thinking I was selling drugs.” He adds with a more playful tone.

The alpha groans. “Hey! I was six! And why do you only remember the moments I embarrassed myself?”

Eren got up to get ready to work nevertheless, but not before kissing Levi on the cheeks, a gesture he always does each morning. Levi watches his alpha grumpily stumbles into the bathroom with a chuckle, amused at how that alpha is still a bit childish.

He met Eren when he was in middle school. His mother Kuchel owns a spa, and she has many regulars, including Eren’s mother. The two ladies developed friendship over the addiction of skincare, and since both were proud of their sons, wanting the two of them to meet and be friends either. So the next weekend Mrs. Jaeger came into the spa with her four-year-old son clinging onto her hands, obviously not feeling good at being at an unfamiliar place.

However, when he laid eyes on Levi, who was eleven at the time, he literally ran up to the older boy.

“Big brother wants to play with me?”

Even though he was still a child who got uncomfortable being at a stranger’s place, the alpha subconsciously knew his status as the controller and acted upon instincts when seeing an omega. It was not in a way that demanded submission, but it was still full with pride, mixed with a bit of playfulness as well as curiosity of a child. Moreover, the small alpha’s eyes were shining as if hoping to be accepted.

Cute, Levi thought. He always wanted a younger brother anyways. And that was how their bond was formed.

Except that the cute younger alpha grew up too fast for Levi’s liking. When Eren turned fifteen, the alpha was ten centimeters taller than Levi. He felt so small all too suddenly at first, but their bond turned a bit differently after Eren got his first rut, which was after his sixteenth birthday.

They felt attracted to each other. All of a sudden Eren smelled like both honey and thyme, while to Eren, Levi smelled like sweet basil and pine mixed with a bit of ginger. And Levi was glad he was smaller than Eren, shorter than Eren, because nothing felt as good as being embraced by the younger alpha. Nothing could compare to being showered with kisses softly by Eren, while he himself caressed every inch of the younger’s body. Nothing could compare to being tangled with each other whispering I love you and crying tears of happiness. They are mates.

Levi smiles at the memories. Eren has gone to work for half an hour now, after clumsily making breakfast for both of them, stuffing a big sandwich into his mouth and literally ran to catch the bus. The alpha graduated a year ago with two diplomas in Culinary and Life Science. Levi understood the choice of Life Science, since Eren was always fascinated by the world, but Culinary was an odd major for an alpha. Especially with Eren’s shitty cooking when they first started dating. He still does not know now, but Eren’s cooking has improved a lot, and he can even make restaurant-leveled dishes, unlike Levi who can only cook regular meals.

Looking at his belly and touching it in a tender way, Levi whispers.

“Well, isn’t your father a great alpha?”

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Levi spends the first two weeks of his maternity leave preparing gifts for Christmas. Eren helps him decorate the tree and their house when he comes back from work, and does all the cooking everyday. Since Levi is pregnant, their family and friends will gather at their place this year instead. Christmas party will be a big party consisting of more than ten people, too many for Levi’s usual liking, but he does not mind when it comes to the ones he loved. Even his past roommates Isabel and Farlan, as well as best friend Hange will be there. Things seem a bit busy, but Levi and Eren prepare well and the Christmas party is full of warmth and happiness. Laughter fills the air as all of them have dinner, which all the food is made by Eren.

When it is all over and everyone went back to their hotels, Levi is pulled into a hug by his mother.

“I see that Eren takes care of you well. You are so chubby now. Must be all of Eren’s delicious cooking.” She smiles as she caresses his hair.

“Mom…” He stutters.

“He loves you.” She cuts him off, glancing at Eren who is sending his side of family off, before turning to look at Levi lovingly.

“Yeah. He’s a good alpha.” Levi blushes while answering.

As he sends his mother on her taxi, Levi remembers ten-year-old Eren asking him these questions over and over:

“Levi-san! Why do you always drink tea? Why do you eat so little? You don’t like milk? You should drink milk everyday like me! My brother Zeke is younger but he’s bigger than you! I don’t like broccoli, but Mom says it’s good for my health so I eat it, you should too!”

Then he knows. He now knows why his alpha husband chose to study Culinary back then, and his heart feels full already at the thought.

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Eren Jaeger glares at the dead clock on the wall.

It reads four fifteen. It is around that time when their Christmas party starts, so he does not really realise it is dead. It is fucking dead, again. After saying goodbye to his mother-in-law, he leads Levi inside and runs to grab his phone, still charging upstairs to check the time.

Thank God, it is only eleven twenty. He still has a lot of time to prepare.

Christmas is always a special season. Not only because it is a family union, but because it is also Levi’s birthday. His omega’s birthday. Moreover, the other is pregnant with his child. He wants to make it as memorable as possible.

He considered many options on how he should celebrate this day. Food was out the question, since he would cook too much for the whole family anyways. Levi does not wear anything too fancy, so clothings and jewelry were not that magnificent. Levi likes reading books, but Eren was sure he got every book out there already. Pregnancy makes Levi lose sleep often, reading is a way to spend the extra time, especially when he is always home now.

Levi rarely wanting anything makes Eren want to shower his omega with many things. His omega deserves the best, after all he was the one who saved Eren from the very beginning of time. Levi was the one who saved his life, his soul, his entire being.

Especially two thousand years ago.

It is ironic that they were reborn like this, but to Eren it is also a blessing. This time he is the one in control. This time he is the provider, taking care of Levi and ensuring his safety. Eren’s heart and inner alpha swell with pride because he is doing those things well, even though their house is still small, even though Eren have not advanced as far as others. However, Levi is living a happy life with him and their friends, not suffering in silence because of the lost comrades like in the other lifetime.

Most importantly, they are expecting their first child.

Smiling in content, Eren takes out his prepared gift and heads downstairs to the kitchen. He is going to make some hot cocoa first to warm his omega husband first.

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Levi is opening his presents one by one. He is not picky with what people give him, but he likes the surprise. When your life has people like Hange around, surprises are both horrible and amusing. Especially when he receives an absolutely normal gift this time. Gingerbread bath bombs, along with some Himalayan massage salt. Levi could draw himself a bath right now.

Farlan and Isabel give him sexy lingeries. To spice it up since we guess he holds back such a long time now, you know. It is what the card inside say, or something along the lines. Okay, they are not bad. Not bad at all. Levi wonders what Eren will think when the alpha sees this.

Then he immediately dismisses the thought because his alpha will absolutely like it. A lot.

Other presents are pretty much normal, things he can use for daily activities. His mom gives him some baby oil, Eren’s parents give them children’s clothes and a cot. Too soon since they will be gathering around the house again when Levi is due anyways. Mikasa and Armin, Eren’s best friends, give him a songbook and some records for their gramophone.

Levi happily takes the records out and put one of them in the player. Their gramophone is old, but he loves the genuine, classic and nostalgic sound it makes. It is also the only thing his great grandfather left him with. While it is on, he turns to Eren who is carefully putting two cups of hot cocoa on the table.

“I love this song.” He exclaims and gives the alpha a hug.

They stay like that for a moment when the song plays, swaying a bit to the music as they enjoy each other’s warmth. Levi leans into Eren’s broad shoulder, while Eren’s hands supporting and caressing Levi’s lower back.

They have to sit down when Levi feels a kick coming from the baby. Sipping the hot cocoa his alpha made, Levi relaxes into the couch. Eren’s hands are still caressing both his hair and back, with the occasional slip onto his thighs.

“Don’t tell me you are horny, because you smell really enticing right now.” Levi remarks, but does nothing to stop Eren’s wandering hands, instead he chooses to lean into the alpha and inhales.

“Really? Are you sure it’s not you who feels horny because cocoa stirs you up?” Eren says jokingly, then brings both his hands to cup Levi’s face. Their eyes linger on each other for God knows how long, before Eren kisses Levi’s lips softly.

Levi melts into the kiss. Eren’s kisses always have a mysterious power over him. Want and lust aside, Eren always manages to make Levi feel safe. Just like this nest, where they can live and do things they like without a care in the world, Eren leads Levi into some kind of dream-like state, except that it is real.

I feel like I can live like this forever. Levi thinks as he puts his hands on the alpha, letting the kiss deepen. Eren is being extremely passionate and careful as time goes by, especially when Levi is in this vulnerable state, pregnancy. And all those things just add up to the fuel in their love life, sending sparks after sparks throughout their bodies where they touch.

After a long while, Eren pulls back and kisses Levi’s cheeks and forehead softly. The omega whines a bit, but lets his alpha end their session nonetheless. He still smells like an overwhelming mess, though.

“Now let’s exchange gifts. Your Xmas gift to me and my double gifties to you.” Eren chuckles and places a small red box in Levi’s lap, while Levi pulls out...a sock under the tea table. Eren rolls his eyes, but seeing the stern look on Levi’s face, he dares not to laugh just because.

“Since I’m your Santa, I suppose putting your gift in a sock is the traditional way.” Levi says as he drops the poorly knitted sock into the alpha’s hands, eyes averting away. “And I have plenty of time to kill anyways. Open it.”

The object inside is the exact opposite of its container. It is soft and it has a beautiful pattern and in a color that matches Eren’s eyes. Eren smiles softly as he pulls the item out of the sock, fingers sliding on the smooth material. It’s a tie, something Eren can wear to work and be reminded of Levi in many ways and vice versa.

While Eren feels loved and contented, the omega, however, has an intrigued look on his face after seeing his Christmas and birthday gifts. Inside the box lies a key, along with two airplane tickets. How mysterious. He carefully picks up the key and inspects it. Looks like a car key. The two airplane tickets has the destination of Paradis, somewhere so far away that Levi has not been to yet, but it is deemed the perfect place for a honeymoon. Why a honeymoon again? He is sure their honeymoon to Etruria last summer was ecstasy enough Eren got Levi pregnant right away. How wonderful.

Sensing the curiosity of the omega, Eren speaks out as he links their hands together. “You know, the key is for our new car. I suppose it’s time we have our own commuting vehicle. As for the tickets, it’s for summer holidays. I want us to be there together next summer.” He knows Levi loves traveling, but the omega does not like it being on public holidays. Bunches of motherfuckers out there. However, Eren can only accumulate enough paid leaves at that time.

“Well, you bought a car?”

“We can travel on our own with it. It’ll be easier if we need a quick ride here and there too.”

Levi does not want to be a burden on his alpha. A house, a large enough balance in their bank account and his love seem too plenty already. Sometimes Eren tries too hard to be considered successful. He knows it is not because Eren wants to be recognized, but to make life easy for the omega instead. That is why Levi lets Eren pamper him. However, as their child is due soon, buying a car means they are being short of money. Levi’s smells must have given his thoughts away, since Eren pulls him close and comforts the omega. “Don’t worry, I can always make more money.” Eren’s words always have the little kind of magic which can make Levi relax right away.

Yes. Eren can always make more money. After all, he is an alpha, a man with strength and knowledge, as well as some kind of leading power. Eren will always easily find a suitable job. And I can, either. Levi thinks.

“All right.” The omega agrees with his alpha about their new car and the trip in summer, when their child is already born.

A journey to an exotic island with his husband should not sound like some burden. Levi decides it would be best if they can enjoy every bit and piece of their life. They are not rich, and certainly not anything more special than other alpha and omega couples, but Levi knows they are happy.

Happy being with each other.

Levi lets Eren lead him to their bedroom, turning in for the day. They exchange whispers of love as well as Happy birthday and Merry Christmas. Lying in the arms of his alpha, Levi dreams of the warm sunshine and breeze of the sea. In his dreams, there are familiar people as well as faces he has never seen before, but they are all celebrating something together. There are so many people around him, too many to his liking, of course, but somehow the feeling is not bad.

Especially when Eren is there in his dream, too.

“To get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.” - Mark Twain

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dannick99 · 7 years

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18th Birthday - Landmark for Mom

Just do it. Just pick one and run with it, like the wind. No looking back. Pick your *1 *out of 20 to 25 viable creative ideas that have been stirring in your head for years and fleshing themselves out as you age and grow and learn. Take it and run with it -is what I keep hearing… From God and from good understanders of me and my ideas and how I tick. Run with it, WW! Like the wind. No looking back and questioning whether it was the right one to start with......or not. The others aren't going anywhere any time soon, hopefully(?). Just do it, I hear Nike reverberate between my ears. Just take the first steps and God will bless it. God and other "importants" in my life are well aware of my ADD 'stuck' struggle for years. Too much creativity flow at times can be a problem when life is already slam- jam packed, full of necessary responsibilities and life's necessities beaming at you. That rare gift can be a gift(ADD), a blessing to be thankful for, which I am, but it can be a curse in other ways. So they say, and I believe them more every new year, indecisiveness is for sissies.....so here I go… Out into the wild blue yonder of this "reveal yourself" blog world. With my music, writing, photography, painting, appreciation of all things beautiful and creative/artistic, all based in love and positivity, it's time to Flow🌬🌬🌈☀️ And to start on the night after my son's 18th birthday (appropriately sentimental, as it should be), i'm tending towards introspection. First of all, I feel enormously blessed and gifted as a mom in the parenting department of my three. They're the only three I can speak for. Parenting is NOT for sissies, especially single parenting(🙃), or lazy or settled or self-centered or too-busy-to-get down-to-it parenting. Ha, or all of the above, for that matter.. Judge not that you be not judged :-&! I'm the last to throw stones, at anyone, for anything, especially parents. I have had my share of plenty well-deserved stones thrown and plenty not-so- deserved stones. Something my parents didn't tell me enough… Life isn't fair! Don't expect it to be. Even when you make mistakes and you fess up. Or even when others who have left you come back and beg your forgiveness and fess up themselves, (although, admittedly, that part Does feel more fair;)!) If nothing else, being the target/the focus of the gossip tree, will humble you and teach you to look outside of the box when it comes to what I may hear about others. I don't succeed 100% of the time, but I try to hear it from all sources before I speak. I'll make my own decisions based on proper, well gathered facts, thank you very much ;) So, BY THE WAY, welcome to my free-falling (Tom Petty style🎵) - mostly - unapologetic first blog entry of 2017!! 🎬🏹🔛🥂🆓🈂🔓✒️📆📬🎉🔮💡⌛️🌠🛤🎡🗽🚥🚀🎤🍻🌛🌙🌒🌝🌻🐶👢💃💁🗣👉🏼👻🤔🙀👣🇺🇸☮️ On THAT note, I'm already apologizing…😑- lol. I'm not one to go on an emoticon binge like this, but I have to say it's a pretty good description....one by one by one.....of where this, my new stream of conscious blogging very well may lead! 9 and 17 are my lucky numbers, I was born on July 17 and my son was born on January 17. J and A seem to be my letters. Numbers are always coming into play in my life in the wildest of ways. And lately #1 has been pretty damn cool (but more on that later). Craziness with that number and I've got photographic proof! For months now… Weirdville, I'm telling you! But more coming...soooo much more later. On so many subjects! Flatlining has not been my norm. I was born and taught by all the right folks in my life along the way, definitely including my parents and family, a very strong message of "Love is the most motivating factor, think for yourself, make things better for everyone, be authentic at all costs, keep God first and then, truly, in all manner of things, all shall be well😇. I am no angel but a very gratefully content 53-year-old mother of an awesome grown daughter (28) and two sons I adore as well - 18 and 15. I've been divorced a time or two, which yes deductibly means I've been married a time or two. More to come on that subject. Ive never been afraid to take chances and speak my mind when strong opinions and convicted convictions submerge. That may just set the stage for the up and coming Blogtone (shouldn't that be the name of a band?!) as its gonna pour outta me a couple nights a week. I'll try to choose a theme each time (So many to choose from, and yes, I'm sorry - and happy- to tell you, if you don't know this about me, that I have significant ADD! ). You'll see… If you look for it. Its that freefalling thing I was talking about earlier :-& Anyway, this blog (I hate that word!? Come on… What else can we call it??) will always be supported with photographs, quotes, lyrics, songs, videos, and hopefully good writing along the way. Its part of a vision/dream in the making and something I feel led to get a move on with right now! January 18, 2017. Without long intro, the subject of the night is my oldest son turning 18 yesterday. It's a definite thing to take note of as a parent and as an 18-year-old. We did last night. I have two sons and a daughter I adore equally. Really, for all their different reasons and beings. But tonight I want to honor my son who's become man. Because he deserves it. Here's my letter to Brade: You've been through a lot son, and I only see that you come out stronger. Yes, I am a proud mom and a pleased one with who I can see you are today. God knows I've been learning as I go with boys, but you have paved the way, Brady, and while I couldn't adore or respect your sister any more than I do, you have paved your own way and I have done my part and been able to sit back and be mightily impressed with who this little boy has turned into and applaud the decisions YOU've made to be your own person. You are kind, loving, empathetic, stubborn, demanding at times, messy as hell, but somehow stay on top of it all just enough to pull off a darn good balance in being a good well-rounded human being. Your 18th birthday was and felt significant. You're my son, a friend, one of the greatest companions ever, and still learning, until the day you leave for college! And this last semester of your senior year seems to have freed you from all the burdens and responsibilities that have fallen on your shoulders. Yay!!🎉. As you know, I'm already crying....just with your 18th birthday, graduation tears on the way (it's OK, you know your mama ;)). Anyway, the birthday night looked like it might not go super smoothly, but God had his hand in it and all went just perfectly👍🏼. Brady got to eat his favorite cake and eat it too. And more cake coming his way. The beauty of a divided family… Many many celebrations for someone we/they all love. What can be better than to be loved that much that there are too many celebrations to plan in a birthday week?!❤😘. Now he's looking for the perfect present to give his best friend Cameron, whose birthday is around the corner and who has life-threatening melanoma. Cameron is my early-on dubbed "third son". Brady and Cot (my youngest and a true soul) and all of Cameron's closest friends are keeping him strong along with his incredible fighting spirit. He's going to beat the odds💥🎯#cameronstrong! All this in the middle of my daughter's long life BFF almost dying through childbirth a week ago. Very scary situation, Campbell took off work and went to Birmingham for a week to help, as any bestie would do ;) through a gazillion prayers and a lot of true faith, and miracles no doubt, she is not only surviving but thriving and more and has been able more every day. Her baby Max is too! Looked mighty mighty dicey there for a while. We are all Thanking God, literally. I am a single mother, with a good supportive father, who has my kids half the time, who tries hard to make a difference when I do have them (and every day I don't) in the ways I feel matter as far as raising the best absolute human beings to go into the world and contribute in all the right ways and feel good about themselves in the meantime - that's my style of kid raising. And I hope that they will always know that they can ask God for the answers and he will provide. Because he does and as, hopefully, they will I've seen enough of that after a while to really know they can believe in him and his goodness and his ways. Anyway, to sum up Blog No. 1, from my Deck of Declarations, i'll say that my views good. Life is hard at times. My children inspire me to be a better person, so I can keep teaching them about all the things that matter the most and being a good human being on this planet... whether they become a sports star, a corporate magnate, a starving artist of some sort, a sitcom writer, a Brooklyn bridge salesman, a waiter, a rapper or a baker, or anything else (other than a drug doer/dealer or a criminal

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