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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons

Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.

I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;

Who's a Good Boy?

The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.

That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.

So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?

Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.

One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—

And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.

“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).

Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.

Lucifer

What.

Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!

He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.

MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.

He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.

Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.

Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.

He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.

Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.

They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.

It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.

Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.

Mammon

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.

What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !

Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!

So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.

Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC’s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans

Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.

Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~

Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.

Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.

Leviathan

Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!

He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.

It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)

100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…

Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!

Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.

But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.

Satan

He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…

Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?

He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.

Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!

...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.

Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.

Asmodeus

OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww

Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.

...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?

Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.

Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!

As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!

Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~

Beelzebub

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2

As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.

But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!

As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.

Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.

(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)

Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.

Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.

Belphegor

He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!

Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!

He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).

“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.

They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.

Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?

He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.

But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.

And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.

And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.

And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me cerberus #obey me scenarios #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #mc

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levis-hazelnut · 3 years

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Levi x Reader Smile For Me

Summary: you were found curled up outside HQ, basically on the brink of death. However, Levi finds you and takes you to the infirmary. To his surprise, Erwin enlists you as a scout.

Levi's POV "Levi, where's your squad?" Commander Eyebro-- I mean, Erwin asked. "I don't know. Probably picking each other's noses or some sh*t like that." "Go get them. We need to go get supplies." I sighed, walking away to look for my squad of idiots, who I didn't want to bring along since they would just mess around. I went into the castle, hearing loud chatter and laughter so I went towards the source. Opening the door to the mess hall, I find them sitting around a table. "What the hell are you guys doing? I told you to be at the stables after breakfast." "We were playing truth or dare." "Get your a*ses outside." They all followed me in silence; I'm guessing it was because they didn't want to irritate me any further. All of us got on our horses, me and Erwin at the front, and we were about to leave until we saw something the size of a human scrunched up in a ball. I jumped off of my horse and crouched down as I frowned. I scrunched my nose up in disgust, brushing the unruly hair from their face and I saw (E/C) eyes half-open, staring up at me. I was able to see the bones under her skin on her face, arms and legs, while the rest of her body was covered by a scruffy dress. She looked as if she was on the brink of death, pale and weak, and she seemed to have trouble to breathe. I didn't think she would be able to walk in this state, or maybe even stay alive for a few more days.

When I stood up and looked at Erwin, he had just leapt off from his horse and neared me.

"What's wrong?" "This girl looks like she's going to die anytime soon." "Let's take her to the infirmary." I nodded and went back to the girl, crouching down again and scooping her up to carry her to the infirmary, which wasn't far. I asked them to take my horse back to the stables before they left to get supplies without me. Normal POV You laid on the most comfortable bed you've ever been on. Out of a window, you could see the bright, azure blanket illuminated by the radiant sun.

Before you had slept, for however long, you weren't able to breathe properly but now you were able to with ease. Though you felt a lot better than before, your stomach was still growling for some food. You brushed your hand over your stomach, feeling the soft and clean clothes you had on your body. The door opened, making your eyes to flit there and you gripped the pristine sheets, terrified to find someone walking in. He had blonde hair, blue orbs that radiated a warmth that made you feel comfortable. He gave you a smile and approached you. You've never seen him before, but he's acting so casually around you. "Do you feel better?" You stayed silent, not wanting to talk to this mysterious man even though he seems benign. "I'm guessing you're hungry after sleeping for two days." He passed you a tray of food, your eyes beaming at the amount there was. Almost immediately, you picked up the spoon and popped a bit of food into your mouth. "Do you like it?" he asked to which you shyly nodded. "One of my men made it. And I don't think he'll make it again, so you're lucky." "Thank you..." you trailed off, wanting to know his name. "Erwin." "Thank you, Erwin," you said quietly. "If you can move, there's a room for you. I'm going to let you stay here and enlist you as a scout." As you listened to what he was saying, you scoffed the food down. You had a bit of food on the corner of your mouth which Erwin wiped with a tissue as he subconsciously smiled. "What's your name?" "...I don't have one..." You stopped eating and kept your eyes on the plate. "Where's your family?" "I don't know..." The blonde had a slight crease in between his eyebrows before he asked another question. "Do you have a home?" "No." "Well, you can call this place home now," he grinned, trying to get a smile on your face, but it didn't work. "If you have any questions or uncertainties about anything, come to me." You gave a mere nod as he got up to leave, taking the tray from your lap since it appeared as if you weren't that hungry anymore.

No place has felt like a home to you, but this place does, you felt so comfortable. After a while of staring into space, a knock on the door snapped you out of your trance. A man you recognised came in, but you couldn't remember where you've seen him. "How are you feeling?" Silence. "So, you're just going to ignore the person that rescued you from death?" His tone had a bite to it, however, you seemed unfazed by his sharp character. That's where you saw him; he was the one who picked you up and brought you here before you would slowly die away. His grey orbs before were pooled with concern then, but now, they hold no emotion whatsoever. He took slow steps towards your bed. "Thank you for saving me. I'm in your debt." "Tch. I didn't save you so I could have something in return." He crossed his arms. "Anyway, Erwin asked me to take you to your room." Slowly getting up, you noticed that you weren't feeling weak anymore and you were able to stand properly without feeling dizzy. Your bare feet padded against the floor, following the raven whose name you have yet to learn. Catching up to him, you walked beside him as you fiddled with your fingers. "Why are you nervous?" he suddenly questioned. You slightly shrugged as a small blush crawled onto your cheeks. "You aren't much of a talker, are you? Well, that's a good thing because I don't want another brat giving me a headache." Brat? He's being harsh with the person he saved and someone he barely knows, and he thinks he can call you a brat? Whatever, it's not like you're going to stand up for yourself. And it’s not the worst treatment that you’ve been given. "When we get to your room, have a shower. You smell like sh*t." You understand that you would stink and you aren't in the cleanest state, but does he have to be so critical? Upon reaching your room, he fished a key out of his pocket to unlock the door, allowing you to step inside as he passed you the key, which you took from his hand, your fingers skimming his which he clicked his tongue to. "Be ready in eight minutes. I'm taking you to Erwin's office." And with that, he left. Why was he so specific about the time? ~/~ "Do you have any experience with fighting?" You shook your head meekly as you sat on a chair on the other side of Erwin's desk, fidgeting with your hands which were slightly damp with sweat. You've never seen these people until two days ago, or even an hour ago, so you were afraid of these new people. Can you trust them? "What were you doing before you stumbled across this place?" "I-I was homeless. I w-would eat the leftovers of what people threw out and people b-beat me up for no reason. I wasn't able to make any friends and I n-never knew my family. I d-d-don't even know my name." Erwin stood up with an expression of sympathy and went towards you, crouching by your chair and whispered, "You don't need to be frightened here. None of us will beat you up and you will have your own room. You won't need to eat leftovers. Don't worry. You're safe here." Not able to hold back anymore, he hugged you, leaving you and the other male in the room in surprise. "And I'll give you a name." After being in thought, he spoke, "... How about (Y/N)? Do you like it?" "Yes," you replied, almost as if you mouthed the word. "(Y/N) it is. And I don't know if you already know or not, but this is Levi. You can trust us if you don't trust anyone else." He stood back up. You nodded, getting up to leave. "And whenever you're ready to start training, let me know." "Can I start tomorrow?" "... Sure. But don't you think it's a bit too soon. You just recovered from a severe illness." "It's fine." "If that's what you want." You left his office, gently closing the door behind you as you made your way back to your room. "Erwin?" Levi uttered. "Yes?" "Why are you being so gentle with that girl? This isn't a f*cking fairytale where she gets pampered by you. This is a military base, Erwin. She's a freeloader with you treating her like that. No one here takes it easy." "That's enough, Levi. I'm not going to let her take it easy, all my soldiers are treated the same way." "Explain the way you hugged her then." "I was simply comforting her. And I don't why you're complaining, you're the one who brought her here." "It was just so she could be brought back to health. I didn't think you would enlist her as a scout. She has no experience with fighting. What potential does she have?" "A lot. You are dismissed, Levi." Levi clicked his tongue and exited the office. He didn't want another brat to look out for. He just hoped that Erwin would be in command of you instead of him. You better not cause any trouble for him. ~/~ You thrust your fist forward, attempting to punch Erwin but you never liked hurting people so it was a light blow. He let out a light chuckle, shaking his head. "(Y/N), don't be scared to punch me. This is part of your training." You went into an awkward fighting stance which he fixed for you, telling you what to do. You got ready to punch him again and this time, it was stronger but he could tell you weren't putting all your strength into it. "Again." You took a moment to fix your posture before throwing a surprise punch to his stomach. But unfortunately, he saw it coming and made a cross with his arms, nearly stumbling back but he kept his balance. You lifted your leg, kicking it into his side where he wasn't able to block it. He smirked, seeing how you were able to get a hit on him. "Okay. I'm going to attack you and you need to defend yourself now." You nodded, getting ready for any attacks that would be coming your way. He threw his fist at your jaw, knocking your head back. Straight after, he punched you a couple of times at your stomach, causing you to cough up some spit as you bent down, too weak to stand. "Get up." You got up unsteadily, complying to his order. "Defend yourself." For another hour, you trained with Erwin until you were too exhausted to carry on. By the time you stopped, the sun was setting as a wind blew over you, cooling you down after your training. Your skin was drenched in sweat and stained by mud and dirt which you were going to go wash off. "Same time tomorrow." "Okay." You reached your room, stripping your clothes off your body and stepping into the raining water, steam dispersing from the shower. You scrubbed all the grime from your body and washed out the sweat in your hair before grabbing a towel to dry all the water that remained on your flesh before slipping on a fresh uniform.

After, you went to the mess hall for dinner, getting some food and sitting down on an empty table, silently eating your meal, desiring the food that was specially made for you a few days ago. "Why don't you sit with the others?" You looked up, seeing Erwin holding a plate and a smile on his face. You faced the table again, shaking your head. The blonde sighed and sat down opposite you, joining you for dinner.

Levi looked over at you two, thinking, Why is she so special to Eyebrows? He's acting as if he's her dad or some sh*t like that. Erwin tried to get you to speak but you would only say a few words since you were shy and there wasn't really anything you could talk about - he basically already knows everything about you for your life feels like it didn't even start until you came here.

Apart from Erwin, Levi, and someone else called Hanji, you haven’t spoken to anyone else. She's a bit too energetic for your taste, but she has a friendly nature. And even though you speak to them, it's only a few words like 'yes', 'okay', 'thank you'. You don't speak to them as they would speak to each other. You try to avoid interacting with anyone but Erwin always seems to get you to talk, even if it's one word. ~/~ Pinning Erwin’s arms over his head, you straddled his legs, breathing heavily as you wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. He smiled, glad to see that you have improved significantly over the past month. You were one of the best scouts he's seen develop and you could maybe even be one of the best scouts in the regiment after you train some more. Now, he can show Levi the potential he saw in you. "Well done, (Y/N)." "Is this what you call training?" a voice inquired to which you looked up to. Blushing, you abruptly got off of Erwin, allowing him to stand up as he dusted off his clothes. You gazed at the ground as the blonde cleared his throat, facing Levi who had his arms crossed over his chest. "I never knew you were the submissive type, Eyebrows." "We were training and I can tell you that (Y/N) is better than you think." "Better at what exactly?" He arched an eyebrow. "Fighting. Stop thinking like that." "Whatever." The raven walked away with the roll of his eyes. "Have a shower and go to the mess hall." "Okay." "And you're training with me is over. I'm going to put you in a squad." You were just getting comfortable with Erwin and now, you're going to have to join a squad of new people you've never even spoken to. Oh, well, it's better than living on the streets. You gave him a nod and strolled back to your room, getting stopped by two young boys, whose names were Eren and Jean. "You've been here for nearly a month weeks, but you haven't spoken to me or anyone else." "Jean, leave her alone." "Why's she so quiet?" "It's a miracle she is," a monotone voice stated from behind you, and you knew who it was. "Both of you, go. Let her go to her room because she needs a shower." Again, he came with the usual criticism. At least, it got those boys to leave you alone as you carried on your journey to your room. ~/~ Over the year, you have become one of the best scouts, joining Levi's squad who had no objection because you still don't talk much and you won't give him a headache like the others. And maybe there's another reason... "Oh, come on, (Y/N)! Take it easy on me!" Eren complained after you had knocked him to the ground with two punches and a kick. You shook your head, putting your jacket on, which you took off to spar with Eren who thought he could beat you after he made a bet with Jean. You went off into the building, getting stopped as soon as you entered. "Cadet Smith," Levi, who was watching you spar, called. (A/N: btw I chose Smith since Erwin took you in as his daughter and you never had a surname before). You turned around and shyly saluted, avoiding eye contact. It could be true that you may have developed feelings for the Corporal over time. He might have been cruel to you at the start, but then he started to be nice to you, well, it's his version of being nice and you think he's only kind to you because Erwin told him to. "I told you that you don't need to salute. Put your arm down." You let your arm hang by your side, still standing there timidly as you could feel his gaze burn into you. When you felt an arm rest around your shoulders, you averted your eyes from the floor, soon realising who it was, relaxing your tensed shoulders. "Is Levi being rude to you again?" Erwin asked. "I was never rude to her," Levi scowled. "You always seemed to frown whenever she was around." "Tch. Why are you here?" "I need to speak to (Y/N)." "I was going to talk to her." "You can in five minutes." Levi clicked his tongue with a roll of his eyes. Why did Erwin have to ruin the opportunity for him to talk to you? All Levi wants to do is hear you say full sentences, see a smile on your face and make you happy because frankly, you aren't/don't do anything of those things and you deserve to be happy, in Levi's opinion. But that blonde man comes in and lets the chance for that to happen slip. Yeah, Erwin may be trying to get you positive as well, but Levi wants to do that before anyone else does. Somehow, it makes him upset to see you gloomy and he wants to fix that. "I'll talk to Erwin first," you softly spoke. Damn, he just wants to hear more of that delicate voice you own. "You like him, don't you?" the Commander whispered once you were out of hearing distance of Levi. "What?" "You like Levi." "W-w-why would I?" "I don't know. I'm not the one who likes him." He ruffled your hair with a smile. "You can tell me anything, I'll keep it between us. "... Yes, I do," you admitted. "Okay. You can go to him now." With a pink hue stained on your face, you made your way to Levi’s office, accidentally stepping sinde without knocking. But he didn't seem to mind when he saw it was you. "Bring me tea," was the only thing he said before dismissing you. You merely nodded, heading for the kitchen as Levi continued with the paperwork. You boiled the water and reached for a mug before pouring it inside the porcelain that had a teabag. You stirred it and let the flavours of the tea infuse the water before picking it up from the surface and went towards his office, meekly knocking on the wooden door. Upon hearing a 'come in', you opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind you. You placed the cup on his desk, where there was a space free, and stood there silently. "Why are you just standing there? Sit down." Hesitantly, you sat down in the chair opposite him as he took a sip of the tea and you noticed the slight surprise on his visage. "This tea is really good." "Thank you." You blushed and looked down at your hands. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small jar. He took the lid off, showing some cookies that looked appealing to you. "Help yourself. I made them." You were confused; why was he complimenting you? Why was he giving you his homemade cookies? Why was he making small talk which he hates so much? Why is he being so casual? What did he want to talk to you about? What's going on? "Sir?" "Levi," he corrected you. "I already told you that you don't have to address me formally when you're speaking to me alone." "Why are you doing this?" "Tch. Just appreciate that I'm treating you like this." "But why are you?" "..." Silence settled in the room. You didn't want to ask him any more questions since it may infuriate him and he'll probably kick you out, which you don't want to happen. He continued with his work, acting as if he was ignoring your presence. Tch. Why can't I just say it? It's not like she's one of those people who will shun me out of their life. Why do I hesitate? Do I fear rejection? No, of course not. What is it? I just want to see her smile. See a smile enhance her beauty. See her happy. But how the hell is that possible in this world? "(Y/N)Ilikeyou," he confessed quickly and quietly, making it difficult for you to apprehend what he said. "Sorry?" "Damn it! I like--!" "Shorty!!!" His door slammed open. "What the f*ck do you want?" "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your date," the brunette grinned as he rolled his eyes. "It isn't a date," he growled. "What do you want?" "I have some more paperwork for you." This is what you barged in here for, you idiot? "Okay. Get out." "Have fun~!" she creepily smirked and closed the door, leaving you two alone again. "You were saying something...?" you inquired. Levi huffed, running a hand through his charcoal locks. "I've been wanting to tell you that I like you," he muttered. Did you hear him right? "Pardon?" "You heard what I f*cking said." "You... like me?" "Tch. Just get out if you have nothing to say." He never even glanced at you. "... I like you, too," you barely murmured. Slightly surprised, his orbs immediately shot to meet yours. He stood up and tipped your head up with his fingers, placing a kiss on your lips, causing you to become a blushing mess. You could taste the tea he previously had and you had to admit, it did taste pretty good. Levi pulled away and gave you the first smile you've seen. "Can you please smile for me?" he whispered, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb on your skin. Your eyes fluttered away from his steel ones, now pooling with affection and warmth. He tilted your head so you could look at him again. "A woman like you shouldn't be so downhearted." He pressed his lips against yours again for a more passionate kiss. You lidded your eyes, moulding your lips with his as you felt a smile tug at your lips. Once your lips tore away from his, you were still smiling with gleaming orbs gazing up at him. "Thank you." He leaned his forehead against yours, feeling content to see a smile grace your beautiful features.

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mikoobun · 3 years

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if levi had a son/daughter in the underground. (part 1)

-being born into the underground under kenny’s supervision, levi was never surrounded by exactly the best influences. levi would most likely mess around at a young age, getting someone pregnant at the age of around 16 years old.

-hearing that he had a child on the way.. was not exactly exciting. in fact, it was the complete opposite. levi was in shock; he completely refused the possibility of someone bearing his kid. being so young, he had no idea what to do. he’d kept the secret from kenny for a while until he couldn’t do so anymore.

-he’d ran to the older man for advice, as he was the closest thing he’d ever had to a father. kenny was surprised, and actually found the situation to be quite comical. nevertheless, he gave levi pretty solid advice.

-kenny simply said, ”you want to be a deadbeat? go on and do that if you can live with the fact that you left a child behind that you never met.” and took a swig of his beer. “mess with as many broads as you’d like.”

-”but just know that your actions are that of a coward,” kenny continued, gaining levi’s full attention. “little self respect will always make you a little ass kid, runt.”

-that was all levi needed to hear before making up his mind.

-levi’d taken full custody of the child after it was born; the mother was too busy selling drugs and her body to care where it would end up, anyways. levi was happy he’d made his decision, god knows how the child would've been raised under that woman’s care.

“take him/her,” the woman carelessly tossed her screaming baby into levi’s arms. his eyes widened as she just walked past him. he looked down at the infant. their eyes were overflowing with tears, and their face was an alarming shade of red. “i don’t need no damn baby.” the woman continued. levi’s chest bubbled with anger. how could she be so cold? he held his crying baby boy/girl into his chest and stormed out of her house, trying to keep his temper from flaring.

-the first few weeks were hell. levi had gone many nights without eating and sleeping to provide for his son/daughter. levi began stealing baby formula, blankets, baby clothes and beat the shit out of anyone who got into his way.

levi held a knife to the sweaty storeowner’s fat neck, glaring fiercely. “if you hadn’t noticed,” levi drawled. “my child is fucking hungry. if you know what’s best for you, you’ll let me take this formula and we’ll both walk away with our lives.”

-kenny offered little to no help, but he did help provide food when it was absolutely scarce. kenny sure as hell didn’t describe himself as a father, but he was not cruel enough to watch the baby starve to death.

-levi picked up on his kids favorite foods. canned mangoes and peaches.

-the baby was a screamer; which subjected levi to many, many headaches and only increased his irritability. their temper tantrums were i n c r e d i b l e . this is actually where levi picked up the word, “brat”. (he used it on his child in the underground 24/7 lmaooo)

-levi's protective as hell over his child. nobody other than kenny, isabel, and farlan could touch them. everyone else was too dirty in his eyes.

-piggyback rides! very often! his child is literally a human accessory because they're constantly clinging onto him

-as his kid started to walk, chaoosssss grewwwww.

-___ was definitely a troublemaking kid. they would ignore their fathers reprimands, throw things around, and was far too curious for their own good (which has landed levi-and sometimes kenny- in a few shitty situations)

Levi: “oi ___, dont do that. oi- HEY-”

Kenny: “hey, kid. sit down. sit- HEY SIT-”

-if they could speak, Levi's kid could admit that their father's glare was terrifying.

-dressing his kid was absolute hell

-he quickly learned that his kid liked to walk around barefoot, and would NOT accept shoes. ever.

-levi couldn’t play with his child very often, but he did the best he could. his childs favorite game was patty-cake. (can you imagine THE levi ackerman singing and playing hand games with a 2 year old? adorable.)

-as much as levi pretended to hate it, he cherished these moments.

-he'd often fall asleep next to his baby, or with the child laying on top of him

-and soon, ___ began to speak.

-at first it was unintelligible gibberish, the type that only mothers could understand from their young. levi, being the mother in this scenario.

__: "sasq juk rbfjo awui anosoi?"

levi:

levi: "aren't you going to tell him/her how your day was?"

-one time, levi was out of the house, so __ was under kenny’s supervision. they’d called kenny “pawpaw”, which instantly grabbed kenny’s attention.

“what- what did you just say?” kenny didnt know if he was hearing things. __ giggled. “pawpaw!” they cheered. kenny sputtered. “paw- look, kid, i aint nobody’s pawpaw-” “pawpaw, pawpaw, pawpaw!!”

-his kid calls levi “dada” or “pop pop”. levi swears his heart melts a little when he hears it

-but with everything, comes a fee.

-___’d quickly picked up on his father’s foul mouth, which kenny found absolutely hilarious.

___: “fuck you!”

Levi: “dont say that.”

Kenny and ___: “fuck you!”

Levi: “oh god”

-needless to say, levi was tired as hell. every day was something new with him/her.

-suddenly, one day he just.. realized.

-he realized how much he truly loved his kid.

amidst the dirt and darkness of the underground city, there was a star that shone brightly in levi’s life. levi sat in a dark alleyway, holding his child close to his chest. the baby loved that; being held so close to their father. the baby was fast asleep, nuzzled deeply in levi’s arms, cooing ever so gently. his cold grey eyes softened, a sight that only his child would get to see. he realized his baby looked just like him. his heart throbbed in his chest. ___ was such a bright light, a youthful energy in a place made from hate. levi’s heart throbbed. he rocked back and forth a little. he wondered why they had to be born here. he wondered if he were a good parent. his thoughts ran rampant. almost as if they could hear his thoughts, ___ whined a little in their sleep. levi halted immediately, and glanced down again. the baby was fast asleep once again. levi smiled to himself. without even trying, ___ was his light.

trust me, levi wouldnt trade it for the world.

________

im sorry if this is bad haha, i came up with this in an hour :) -nila

#levi #levi ackerman #levi x child #levi x child reader #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #kenny #kenny ackerman #anime #manga #underground

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lettersinscarlet · 3 years

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Pillow Fight (Obey Me! Mammon Imagine)

Oh dear god, I’m never doing this again. This transfer process is killer, and after I finish this portion out, I’ll still only be about halfway done. But this is fine. If anyone was curious, in this game, Satan’s my favorite. Taken out of context, that probably sounds strange to normal people. But I’m not normal ah ha ha. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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“Oh (Y/N) you’re so cuddly!” Asmo squealed as he hugged you up against him. Diavolo had informed you that you were going on a bonding trip with not only the Demon Brothers but the angels as well. You were a little excited, but a little nervous.

Of course, being with the boys was bound to cause trouble, which it did. After narrowly escaping the dungeons, Asmo decided to make a pact with you. Now, he was clinging to you and being around you as much as possible, even if that meant being next to you in your own bed.

You laughed as you looked over at Asmo, and you could almost see hearts floating around his head.

“Okay but I still need some room to breathe,” you giggled.

“I’m sorry! I just can’t help it!” You laughed and Asmo started tickling you.

Mammon looked up from his spot in the room and rolled his eyes.

“You could give her a little space,” he commented. Simeon looked up to where Mammon was and Asmo turned to look at him.

“Why are you here?” he asked. Mammon flushed a bit before looking back at his D. D. D.

“Just saying,” he muttered. Asmo started tickling you again and you were laughing so hard that you couldn’t catch your breath.

“Stop, Asmo, stop!” you wheezed out between breathes. He stopped tickling you but he wrapped his arms around you and started giving you light kisses all over.

“Cut it out!” Mammon shouted from the other side of the room. Instead, Asmo continued, getting louder, specifically to irritate Mammon. You sighed, knowing that you were about to get caught in the middle of a brother battle.

“Do you have to have your hands all over her?” he yelled again. Asmo sat up and started talking to Mammon.

“Are you jealous that you don’t have your hands all over her?” Asmo fired back. You quietly slid back against the head of the bed and watched as Mammon got more red.

“No, but (Y/N) told you to stop and that she needs her space! Didn’t you, (Y/N)?” Both boys turned to look at you and you held your hands up.

“Don’t bring me into this,” was all you said. Suddenly, Beel and Satan appeared at the entrance, poking their heads in, and Levi appeared at the entrance, too.

“See? (Y/N) doesn’t care, so why do you?” Asmo asked, bringing the attention back to him.

“Her not being involved and her not caring are two different things! And I’m just trying to say that-“

And so the shouting match began. Asmo and Mammon were getting all in it, and the rest of the brothers were watching.

“You know what, Asmo? You’re just so aggravating,” Mammon announced. He reached over, grabbed a pillow, and chucked it at Asmo. He barely dodged it before he turned back to Mammon.

“Oh really?” he asked, indignant. He grabbed another pillow and threw it back at Mammon.

“Pillow fight!” Levi screamed and suddenly pillows were flying threw the air like bricks. You quickly hid near the wall and tried to protect your head from incoming pillows.

Unfortunately, Diavolo and Lucifer picked the wrong time to show up.

“What is going on in-“ Lucifer attempted you ask, but was cut off when a pillow hit him in the chest. He turned to look at who threw it and that’s when he was met with the terrified look on Mammon’s face. “Mammon!” he roared. Diavolo chuckled slightly and Lucifer turned to look at him. “Diavolo, father up some pillows as ammunition,” he ordered, and Diavolo did what Lucifer said. Suddenly, these pillows were flying like bullets through the air. Everyone was ducking for cover from Lucifer’s deadly pillows. Diavolo and Lucifer worked pretty well as a team.

Eventually, the clamor died down and there were a few feathers were floating through the air. The room was silent before Diavolo spoke.

“That was fun,” he commented, a brilliant smile lighting up his face.

“Fun? You think that was fun?” Lucifer questioned him. You chuckled quietly at their banter while it was going on.

“Everybody needs to go back to their room. Now,” Lucifer ordered, and you shuddered at the sudden ominous tone. Everyone got out, some of them grumbling, until they all left.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Simeon asked, walking over to help you up.

“Yeah, do you need cuddles to feel better?” Asmo asked. You chuckled softly and you went to your bed, going to sleep.

The next day was a bit hectic, with a scavenger hunt and all, but somehow, Mammon found a way to get you alone.

“Hey,” he said, scratching behind his neck. You blushed slightly because he looked so cute when he was nervous. But you didn’t know what he was nervous about. You looked at him and you saw a light bruise on his face you reached up and touched it and he flinched a little, so you pulled away.

“What’s that from?” you asked.

“Probably from one of those pillows last night,” he said.

“Let’s see if I can make it feel better.” You leaned up and gently kissed his cheek. His eyes were wide and he started stammering and you giggled. “Don’t pretend it wasn’t obvious how you felt. It doesn’t seem that anyone else cares as much as you do about Asmo’s hands all over me,” you added the last part, watching as he got angry and you chuckled.

“I just don’t like it, that’s all,” he said. He leaned down and he gently kissed you before pulling away. “I just want you to save those cuddles for me, maybe.” His cheeks were flush and you thought he was adorable.

“Tell you what, wait until we get back home and then I’ll give you some cuddles. Just don’t get insanely jealous while we’re here, otherwise Lucifer might string you up by your feet again.” Mammon shuddered but nodded at you.

“Deal.”

You kissed him on his lips one more time before you went back and found your group. Who knew that an epic pillow fight could end up this sweet?

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 4 years

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The Undateables Reaction to MC having a Nightmare

Pairings: Diavolo x MC, Barbatos x MC, Simeon x MC

Warnings: FEM!READER!!!, swearing?, kissing, a miniscule mention of blood and zombies lol, luke being a sweetie pie (as per usual), just comfort in general bc i’m needy, mention of a panic attack, big daddy diavolo can fucking rail me ok?

A/N: people make fun of me for liking diavolo :(( so I had to get this out of my system

Diavolo

Confused

I mean, he’s had nightmares before of course, but he’s never seen a human have one

He didn’t even know humans had the capacity to dream until a few nights before

So when he wakes up to you writhing around in the silken sheets, crying and begging some unknown entity to “please stop” and “don’t hurt him” with tears soaking your face, he was stumped

You seemed distressed so he did the only thing he could think of; wake you up

Now, this baby

He didn’t know, ok?

When he grips you firmly by the shoulders and gives you a good shake he only succeeds in scaring you a lot more

Your hand shoots up and you drag your nails across his pretty face in blind defense and wake up, tangled in mounds of silk, with a hulking figure hunched over next to you

Falling off the bed, you scramble as far as you can away from the monster and into a corner of the room

Barbatos, after hearing all the commotion, enters the room at that moment, allowing light from the hallway to flood the dark bedroom

“My lord, MC, what on earth is going on?!” He asks, noticing you crouching in the corner and he goes to you and rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, “My lady, are you alright? What did the young lord do to you?”

“Barbatos?” You whimper, tentatively peeking up from your hands.

“You can tell me, I’ll deal with him myself.”

“MC? Where’d you go, dove?” Came Diavolo’s disoriented voice from the bed, “Why’d you scratch me?”

A second later Barbatos was on his feet in a somewhat defensive stance, protecting you from any advance the demon lord could make.

You were still behind him crying less stormily, but crying nonetheless. Noticing how the butler was posed, you only started crying harder.

“Barbatos, please, i-it wasn’t him! It was me!” You said, emotion choking your sweet voice, “I h-had a bad dream and when I woke up, I hurt him!”

Cocking a brow, the butler strode toward the light switch (i think they have electricity??) and upon flicking it on, understood what had happened.

The demon lord was still slightly hunched over on the mattress, nursing a scratched, bloody cheek, you were crouched against the far wall, sniffling and crying out of fear, the bed was a mess…

“Correct me if I’m wrong MC, did you have a nightmare?” He asked gently, “Can you move?”

“M-hm.” You nodded shakily, tears stil streaming down your flushed cheeks.

“Let me help you stand… there. Lord Diavolo, humans are fragile creatures, especially after such an ordeal. I trust you can calm her down?”

“Of course! Ah, Barbatos, would you mind getting some tea and possibly a bandage or two?”

“My thoughts exactly. I will be back promptly.”

Then the butler left the room.

Diavolo dabbed at his face with the shirt he’d discarded before getting into bed and turned to you. “MC, love, what happened?”

With a sob, you threw yourself into his arms, buried your face in his chest, and began to cry again. It was a terrible dream, all seven brothers and the rest of the devildom, including Barbatos had turned into zombies. After running and fighting for most of the dream, you and the Demon King had finally been cornered by an endless horde of zombies and slowly you realized there was no hope. Just as the brothers were about to pounce on your royal boyfriend, he’d looked behind him and said, “I’ll always love you my darling MC-” and that’s when a zombie grabbed you and started shaking you violently, effectively and abruptly rousing you and causing a minor panic attack.

Diavolo stroked your hair oh so gently until Barbatos returned with the tea and handed you a cup of the steaming, sweet-smelling liquid to calm your nerves. After taking a few teary sips, the warmth spread down to your toes almost immediately and you were able to stop crying.

“Talk to me,” He murmured, tilting his face to Barbatos while he cleaned and wrapped his wound, his amber eyes on you all the while, “What happened?”

“Bad d-dream,” You stuttered, clutching the delicate teacup with white knuckles, “The brothers got hurt, t-turned into zombies to be specific a-and it was just us but then they got you and Mammon started screaming a-and shaking me-”

“That was me, dove. I sincerely apologize, I didn’t know what was wrong, nor a way to properly handle it.” Diavolo brushed stray tears from your flushed cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, “Forgive me?”

You nodded, sighing with a body-wracking shudder and settled back into your boyfriend’s muscled arms.

“My Lord, in case this happens a second time, why don’t you ask MC how she would prefer to be roused from such a dream. These things can be traumatic for their minds, it’s best to put her at ease.”

“Indeed.” The tanned redhead nodded, holding out your empty teacup for the butler to refill, “Dearest, how can I help?”

Barbatos

Knows this happens to humans and wasn’t surprised when you had one only a few weeks into staying at the palace

Prolly read a book or seven to learn this human bs

You claimed it was only from your new surroundings at the breakfast table, as to but the Lord and his butler at ease, but Barbatos is very intuitive

In fact, he’d seen you walk from your bedroom to the bathroom, hugging a blanket around yourself and sniffling, looking very frightened for a reason he didn’t know

Now he did

Hmm

The next evening, around two in the morning, you come running out of your room crying, hoping to find someone, and eventually, you did

Thinking it was one of the brothers, you crashed into them, wrapping your arms around their waist and burying your face in their chest, crying stormily until you felt the demon awkwardly pat your head with a gloved hand

…

Lucifer didn’t wear his gloves to bed… did he?

Did he even go to bed in the first place?

Probably not

Since when did Mammon wear a tailored waistcoat to bed?

Levi smelled different too, more like tea leaves, dishsoap, and ink than the salty ocean and fabric softener you were used to

Satans forearms were thicker than these as well; hours of holding books to his face gave him a little muscle

Where was the gentle coo and giggle you always got when you snuggled with Asmo?

Where the pecs your head usually rested on when Beel gave you one of his otherworldly hugs?

Why wasn’t Belphie’s shaggy hair tickling your face?

Wait

You look up and to your horror and embarrassment, it’s Barbatos. Not Beel, or Mammon, or Asmo (who you had been hoping to see) instead, it’s an extremely handsome butler with a very concerned look on his face

“MC? What happened?”

“B-Barbatos! I-I I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You begin to back away, stuttering and tripping over your words while tears continue to soak the collar of your nightshirt, but before you can escape, gentle hands stop you.

One slender, gloved hand cups your cheek, brushing away tears, and another gently holds the small of your back.

“It’s alright, no need to apologize,” He spoke softly as not to scare you any further, “Come with me, I’ll make us some tea.”

The butler wraps you in a blanket and makes you comfy on the couch in the sitting area before starting the hot water and returning to the room.

He stood in the doorway awkwardly until you asked in a tiny voice, “Would you… would you mind s-sitting with me?”

“Of course.”

Not too close at first, but eventually after you cuddle up to his side, Barbatos settles an arm around your shoulders and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What happened?”

“Um…” You kept your eyes downcast, knowing you’d told him your dreams weren’t a big deal, but he knew.

“Dreams again?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Tell me about this one.”

“You g-got crushed by a m-massive stack of papers a-and Lord Diavolo was just laughing. I couldn’t move, I-I wanted to help, I just-” You sighed, “Th-Then a big stack of paperwork started falling toward me too a-and I woke up before I got squished. I know it’s silly and ch-childish but it was terrifying. I hope I didn’t mess up your schedule.”

“That would be rather upsetting, I’m sorry MC,” He murmured, getting up for the whistling kettle, “But don’t think like that, it’s normal. One moment please.”

You nod and sink deeper into the luxurious warm cocoon the butler had made for you. He hands you a teacup and settles down next to you once again.

“Is there anything I can do to make these dreams stop?” He asks softly, dabbing your face with a handkerchief, “The Demon Lord requested for your utmost contentment during your stay, so-”

“C-Can I stay with you?” You blurted out, quickly taking a gulp of hot tea and instantly regretting it.

Even in the dim light, your convulsing form noticed a light pink tint on his cheeks as he rushed to get you water.

Simeon

He’d only ever known Luke to have nightmares (since he is baby) so you can imagine…

Deadass, when he wakes up to you writhing around and screaming at two in the morning, he almost called an exorcist

…

In the devildom

Does anyone else see the irony-

Nevermind

“LUKE, SOLOMON! WHAT’S WRONG WITH MC??? SHE’S CRYING AND SCREAMING ALL OF A SUDDEN, I THINK A DEAMON GOT HER-” *heavy scared boyfriend breathing*

Solomon was kicking Luke’s ass at Uno (yes, at two in the morning) so both of them follow the distressed angel back to his room

You’re awake, curled up in a little ball against the headboard, rocking back and forth and crying into Simeon’s pillow

“MC?” Luke asks, a little scared as he approaches the bed.

You lift your head just enough to see his pretty baby face and then reach for him, caressing his cheek to make sure the tiny angel was really there

“You ok?” He murmurs, resting one of his smaller hand on your own, “Bad dream I’m guessing?”

You nod, lip trembling with emotion and residual fear, “Don’t go-” You begged, “I don’t know where Simeon went…”

“I’m here love, right here.” The taller angel now knelt down next to where Luke was standing, took your other trembling hand, and pressed comforting kisses to your knuckles.

You whisper a soft ‘thank you’ to Luke and Solomon as they take their leave. As soon as the door shut behind them, Simeon slid under the blankets next to you and let you attach yourself to him like a koala while his pretty nose fell into your messy locks.

Gradually, your breathing went back to its normal, comforting tempo and you began to melt into his embrace. He seemed to radiate warmth to the very marrow of your bones and soon, everything was ok again.

“What’s troubling you so, love? What caused this?” He asks, running slender fingers through your tousled locks.

“I don’t know,” You sigh, breathing in his heavenly musk, “I guess I’ve been a lot more stressed than usual. Exams are coming up and it’s hard to study when I’m at the brother’s beck and call since they can’t get along for more than 3 seconds. Plus, these classes are a lot more difficult than the ones we have in the human world.”

The angel nods, giving you a squeeze and a reassuring kiss to the crown of your head, “I can see why. Unlike you, most humans are very simple minded and plain dumb. I’ve already learned this material because of my ranking as an angel, so if you need a tutor, I’m here to help, sweetheart.”

“I’d like that.” You smile, tender aquamarine orbs meeting your own before closing and lips meeting for a slow, sensual dance of your unbounded love for eachother. Your interlocked fingers gave a squeeze before he released you, panting.

“Anything for my seraph.”

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livia-ackerman · 3 years

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| How would Levi react if he found out that his girlfriend is being abused ? |

warnings: mentions of abuse/ abusive parents/ wounds/ fluff

Characters : Levi x Reader

words: 1.7k

She was terrified. She could not believe it anymore. Who would have imagined something like that? This always happened though.

Her parents were divorced so her mom had taken over as the " boss " of the house. Last time she saw her dad, was 10 years ago, when she was 15.

When she was younger, she remembers her mom being sweet with her. She would tell her good morning everyday, give her a kiss for goodnight, ask her how her day was. This does not mean that her mom did not punish her if she had done something. But... What happened? What caused this sudden change?

She was not allowed to have a door in her room. She was 25 years old, she was mature enough, she should have her own personal space.

Everyday, (y/n) would go to bed with tears, shaking in fear not knowing what to do. Her mom hits her even for the tiniest issue.

One day, as (y/n) was washing the dishes, a plate suddenly slipped from her hand, fell on the floor and broke. Her mom quickly grabbed her by her hair and hit her head on the floor.

" Did you pay for it??? Show some respect to your mom, I worked very hard to buy this " .

She said screaming at her

" I'm sorry I did not do this on purpose I swear, it was an accid- "

" An accident??? Show some respect to your mom I said!!! "

(m's/n) said, pressing (y/n's) head harder on the floor.

(y/n) started crying and her mom released her. She quickly ran to her room trying to calm down. She had to cover her bulge on the forehead somehow, by changing her hair style. After an hour, she decided to visit Levi, who was in his office because she thought he would make her feel better.

She wore a casual white t-shirt with black sweatpants, and she was desperately trying to hide the wound on her head because she did not want Levi notice it.

- knock knock -

" Name and business? ", Levi said

" It is me Levi ", you said letting yourself inside his office.

He was sitting on his chair, working as usual. He pushed back with his feet against the floor, and you went closer to him to sit on his lap.

" I missed you, Levi " , you said calmly, relaxing your head on his chest.

" I missed you too (y/n)...How have you been doing ? I have not seen you in a while " .

" Oh everything is fine. When will you finish? I wanna cuddle... "

" I'm sorry... There is a ton of papers I have to report. Just go to the bedroom and I will come later I promise " .

(y/n) leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and stood up to headed to the bedroom.

" Wait ! "

" What is it, Levi? "

" What happened to your forehead? I just saw that there is something "

" Oh- t- that's nothing. I accidentally hit my head on a wall because I wasn't paying attention when I was w-walking b-but I'm okay... "

Levi realised that something was wrong but he let her leave saying

" you dumbass, you better be careful next time "

2 hours later, Levi went in the bedroom to finally cuddle with his love. She was covered with the blankets, her cheeks blushing from the warmth, sleeping peacefully. Levi blushed when he saw how cute she was looking and laid next to her wrapping his hand in her lower back and putting her head on his chest. A couple of minutes later, she opened slowly her eyes just to see him sleeping with the cutest expression ever and she quickly fell asleep again in his arms.

A week has passed since then. When (y/n's) mom found out that she had spent the night in Levis house, she grabbed a bottle of wine which was next to her, since she had started drinking alcohol and hit her wherever she could.

" I am 25 years old you can't tell me what to do !!! " (y/n) yelled

" What did you just say, you bitch? Who do you think you are ??? " (m/n) yelled back at her daughter.

(y/n) quickly walked towards to the door and ran as far as she could to prevent her mom from following her. Small pieces of glass had cut her skin lightly, and there was a big bruise above her knee. She tried covering the wounds and make it look like nothing happened at all. She headed to Levi's office because she wanted some emotional support, even though Levi had no idea about it.

- knock knock -

" name and business "

" it is me Levi " you said, letting yourself in.

This time, he was tidying up his desk, since he had finally finished with work. It was something very rare but you felt relieved because you knew you would spend time with him.

" So (y/n)... "

(y/n's) got anxious, waiting impatiently for what he was going to say

" I got you a gift... There is no special reason... I just saw it as I was walking yesterday on the street and I thought that it would look very nice to you "

" R- really? Thank you Levi but, you didn't have to. We have talked about this before "

Levi ignored her with a small smirk, and gave her the bag with her gift. It was a violet dress up to the knees, the shoulders covered, and white glittery flowers hugging the waist of the dress.

" W-wow... It is... Amazing! Thank you Levi! "

" Wanna try it and show me how it looks on you? "

" Y-yeah of course! ", you said awkwardly knowing that you had to hide the bruise on your leg.

You went to the bathroom, got quickly dressed up and looked yourself on the mirror.

' It doesn't look that bad. I think... ' you said to yourself

You exited the bathroom and went to Levi to see his reaction

" S... so beautiful... " He said, with his eyes wide-open, red cheeks and his jaw dropping as he saw your blonde wavy hair waving in your back.

" Do a spin for me, brat "

You didn't want to deny him so you tried to spin around carefully, trying to keep your dress from moving so your bruise wouldn't be shown.

Levi had realised from days ago, that something was wrong with her and now he had made up his mind.

" (y/n), come closer ... "

" why what happened ??? "

" N-nothing, just come, I want to see you from closer "

You approached for Levi, and he suddenly pulled you in his lap hugging you tightly. When this happened, you knew... You fucked up.

The dress waved above your knees, with your wounds showing as he had wrapped his hands around you. Levi's gaze quickly ended up there.

" What's this, brat? "

You couldn't hide it anymore. How were you supposed to lie to him? Especially when he was looking straight up to you, his eyes piercing into your soul.

" T- this??? Ohhh it's uh it's nothing, you know, I accidentally slipped yesterday a-as I was walking d-down the stair- "

"(y/n) ... Tell me the truth, please. I can see it on your eyes. Something is wrong, we agreed that we will say everything to eachother, remember?"

(y/n) felt her breath stopping on her throat. She felt that she couldn't breathe anymore, her eyes were red she was about to cry, she was so anxious. What would Levi do if he tells him the truth???

" (y/n)...? Please tell me what happened! "

" L- Levi... It's just that ... I... "

" (y/n). Just calm down. Take your time. I just want to know what's wrong, I'm really worried! "

" I'm sorry Levi... I've never talked to you about it, I just couldn't bring myself to it... This has been happening for years, i- it's my mom's doing, she- "

Levi paused her, rubbing his hand on his forehead in frustration. He knew something was wrong but he couldn't imagine that something like that had happened. He inhaled because he understood how difficult (y/n's) life had been. After all... Her own family 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 her.

" It's ok (y/n). I got it. You don't have to tell me more. " He said, putting her head in his shoulder as she was about to cry.

" Levi... Please... Help me... I can't stand living with her anymore, I- I just wanna live a normal life I can't take it anymore... "

" (y/n)... You should have talked to me about it. Why did you hesitate? You know that I'm always here to help you, no matter what ", he said hugging her tightly.

" you know... You can come live with me. My place isn't the best but... I think we can manage. As long as you are fine... That's more than enough for me " he said, calmly as ever

You looked straight into his eyes, about to go all out from your excitement

" R- really??? You mean that??? "

" yes, brat. Of course I do. I love you and I don't want seeing you like that, it breaks my heart. I can help you pack your things, and come here. You don't have to tell your mom anyth- "

" 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 Levi. Thank you... So much. I love you... "

" Now, go wear something comfy, and come here brat. I've missed you. "

You laid on his bed, and he put his covers all around you. He laid next to you. He pulled your lower stomach back, your back against his chest, and held you tightly. His lips touching your neck, leaving small kisses, as you were trying to keep your tears from happiness. You were finally able to live with the man you loved the most. ' Is there anything better? I wonder... '

You turned around to face him. His grey eyes looking at you... So soft ... You felt so lucky to have him... You leaned in to kiss him, crushing your lips onto his. ' so warm... ' you thought. You were kissing him passionately, and he was caressing your lower back because he knew how much you loved it.

" I love you, Levi "

" I love you too, (y/n) "

You both said while kissing. You pulled away from the kiss and rested your head on his shoulder. You soon fall asleep, hugging eachother, wishing this would last more.

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The Queen of Demons

Pairing: Erwin Smith x OC, Levi Ackerman x OC

Rating: Gen (the rating will go up as the story advances! But it will totally be explicit ;D)

Warnings: None for now, but sexist and misogynist upbringing (Eva's father is a huge asshole).

Word Count: 2.085

ALSO POSTED ON AO3

A/N: This is it! The first chapter of the Arranged Marriage!AU I've been working and drawing about! I'll be posting it on AO3 too since I don't know if Tumblr will screw me over again and give me trouble for posting text >_> This wouldn't be possible without @spirit-in-the-library's help, so I got so much to thank my friend for <3 I really hope you enjoy the story, I've got so much written and planned already jajajaja Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1: THE PATH TOWARDS PERDITION

The scenery before her was breathtakingly beautiful, although it sent her a chill down her spine as she knew she went further into the unknown and her sealed fate. Snow was pretty, but silent and deadly too, and these woods weren’t familiar to her. The serene landscape didn’t calm her as it should have, only sending her nerves into a spiral of never-ending anxiety.

The cold bit at her hands and feet, the carriage did what it could in matters of isolating the cold, and she burrowed further into the thick winter coat, clinging desperately to it. Her handmaiden, Flora, looked pitiful too, her cloak not as thick as Eva’s. They tried to talk to ease both their minds, but it turned out it was better to let silence reign over them and try to enjoy the ride and the scenery as much as they could. Eva had never ventured this far when she accompanied her brothers on their diplomatic missions, Flora always excitedly travelling with her, eager to know the neighbouring kingdoms and people; she was a social hurricane and always ended up making friends with all the other maids (Eva made sure Flora could send letters and gifts, often pulling strings herself to make sure the packages were delivered safely), so both women knowing this was their final travel sent a freezing cold knot deep in their guts.

Eva saw Flora shiver, and with a tiny smile she scooted over, making room for her handmaiden under her cloak.

“Come here, I don’t want you to freeze.”

“Your skirt will wrinkle, your Highness.”

“As if it wasn’t wrinkled enough from sitting here for God knows how many hours. Come here, you stubborn mule.”

Flora snorted but obeyed, not wanting to be in the cold any longer. Eva covered them both, cuddling and letting out a sigh as she let her cheek rest on Flora’s head, looking out of the carriage’s window. She always hated the cold.

Eva probably dozed off while Flora was talking about some silly nothings, lulled by the rocking of the carriage and the shared warmth under her thick winter cloak. She realised Flora put her hood on so she didn’t let her neck stick out for too long.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty! I won’t let Diana know you fell asleep listening to her epic romance with the guard captain’s son.”

“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Please don’t tell her, she wouldn’t stop reminding me of it.” Eva rubbed her temples, still hazy.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Flora crossed her heart and looked at Eva trying to stifle a giggle. She failed, and both women laughed out loud, picturing Diana’s irked expression and waving hands.

They kept looking out of the window, enjoying the small moments as this one; they both knew they would be sparse now.

The landscape outside the window changed, having less never-ending fields of pure white snow and heavily covered trees and mountains, to more fenced fields with cattle and horses roaming around with some lonesome wooden houses in an architectural style so different from the ones back home.

Eva’s heart thumped painfully in her chest, knowing the carriage ride was about to end as they neared the fearsome warrior’s village walls. Flora squeezed her when the carriage came to a stop, trying to reassure the princess upon seeing the gate guards on the entrance talking with the royal soldiers at the start of the entourage, and the tremendous amount of people running around inside the village as both women peeked from the cold glass. They looked at each other in a silent and mutual exchange of comfort.

The townsfolk stopped on their tracks upon seeing the carriages entering the village, their gazes wary and distrustful, a contrast to the children shouting excitedly at the shiny armour the royal guards wore. Their mothers stood proudly, in defiance, reminding Eva of the fierce stray cats that roamed the Royal Palace gardens, hissing and standing tall whenever someone approached their kittens. Eva recalled the talk she overheard of Father and his advisors about this nation of warriors, how every single one of them had the blood of a terrifying fighter running inside their veins, how every single member of their society was trained to enter combat. Demons , that’s what her Father called them more than once, The Demons of Eldia. Whether that was true or not, Eva was downright terrified. Hostility was clear in their eyes and postures, not happy at seeing foreigners entering freely their territory. How did Father suppose she could survive this?

The carriages kept going, entering further into the maze of beautifully crafted houses. Flora parted from her embrace with Eva, knowing they would step out of the secluded space soon, and would need to make Eva look as if she hadn’t spent countless hours inside a wooden box; she had to make a perfect first impression. Eva wondered how different the village would look without all the snow covering every inch of it. Would it look as intimidating, but still beautiful, as it looked now?

Lost in her thoughts and Flora’s fussing, the entourage stopped in front of the biggest house Eva saw until now. It was massive, artfully crafted by the best artisans when it was built. Intricate markings decorated the wooden pillars holding everything together, and Eva could tell they had a meaning for these people. Right in front of the steps Eva saw more Eldian warriors, and in the middle stood those who Eva guessed probably were the welcoming party. She wondered how this Chief her father gave her hand into marriage was. Would he be a decrepit old man? A greedy one with lecherous fingers? A barbarian who would only use her for his own gratification? Was this Chief so entitled to himself and his pride that he would not even step down his throne, or the equivalent these people used, to greet them properly? What saddened her deeply was how her brothers, Hans and Friederich, agreed with Father.

Her questions would be answered in just a moment, hearing how the other two carriages, where her older brothers were, opened their doors, their heavy boots falling down the snow with a solid thud. Both women heard voices and movement outside. It was time.

“Remember, your Highness,” Flora began, giving her hands a final squeeze. “You have the strength to proudly hold your head high. The people of Gottesreich are by your side in here.” Flora touched with her finger where Eva’s heart was. “And I will be right behind you.

Eva let out a shaky exhale, a trembling smile on her lips.

“Thank you, Flora.”

The door of the carriage opened and a gush of freezing cold air hit both women. Flora tightened her cloak around her and waited patiently for Eva to exit first. It was Friederich who came to get her, gracing Eva with a tired smile while he offered his hand to help her out. Eva delicately posed her hand on the outstretched hand of his brother, the other pulling slightly up the skirt of the dress so she wouldn’t accidentally step on it and cause a scene. God forbid that happened, she couldn’t afford any humiliating mishaps of any kind. Eva stepped aside as Friederich also helped Flora out, and turned just once to see her sister following him behind, still with her hood pulled up; that was definitely Flora’s doing, knowing how the woman liked the tiny dramatics. Friederich huffed, amused.

Once they stopped just right next to Hans, his stance truly the epitome of a proud and regal prince, a member of the Eldian welcoming party walked over them, bowing their head lightly and making his light brown hair move.

“The people of Eldia welcomes you, your Highnesses, and hope you had a pleasant and safe trip.” The man had a soothing voice, calm, and such feelings carried into his eyes. “My name is Moblit and I’ll be your interpreter throughout your stay.”

“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, Moblit. I’m prince Hans Stein, heir to the throne of Gottesreich.” The crown prince bowed, right hand on his chest, and waited for Moblit to translate his words into the Eldian language. Looking at each one of the Eldians of the welcoming party, Hans turned to his other two siblings. “This is the second prince of Gottesreich, and General of our troops, Friederich Stein,” Friederich mimicked his brother, bowing respectfully too with his right hand on his chest as Moblit kept translating. “And last, princess Eva Stein, our younger sister.”

Eva felt her hands tremble and not because of the cold. She could feel everyone’s eyes fixed on her although she kept her own to the floor as her father taught her— never look at them in the eyes, only when you are being presented, but then quickly look away, never speak unless you are being spoken and addressed first, never—

She could do this.

Eva raised her hands, carefully lifting the hood of the cloak so it wouldn’t disturb her hair and tiara, and let it fall gracefully on her shoulders. She raised her head to proudly display her long neck, knowing it was being accentuated by the collar of the dress she was wearing, and looked at each member of the welcoming party before elegantly bowing towards the Eldians while delicately lifting the sides of the dress skirt as she was taught as a child. Once done, Eva returned to the position she was before: gloved hands in front of her, clasped together, head slightly tilted downwards and her eyes refusing to meet anyone’s unless she was required to do so. Father would be proud of how well she performed.

Some warriors whispered to each other, and Eva didn’t know if to feel grateful to not know what were they saying. It was just a quick glimpse as she wasn’t able to properly focus, but, where were the horns? The claws? The evil smiles with mouths full of sharp teeth? Her books depicted Eldia as demons, as creatures taking humanoid forms but with grotesque features. Eva couldn’t help but to feel thoroughly confused at the difference. Were the books wrong? Were they waiting for the right moment to show their true selves...?

A deep baritone voice quieted all the murmurs, speaking in a calm and collected tone that didn’t leave room for questioning. Eva would have called it a beautiful voice if she wasn’t being eaten alive by her fear and anxiety. The voice kept talking, and was now joined by Moblit’s translations. It was time to raise her eyes again.

“We welcome you, your Highnesses, and thank Goddess Maria for your safe journey to our land.” Eva briefly looked at Moblit, and was taken aback by the gentle appearance he displayed; she expected a brute, like her books said, but was met with soft amber eyes and sandy brown hair. Her attention was swiftly moved to the Eldians before them as Moblit gestured towards them. “My name is Erwin Smith, Chief of the proud Eldian tribe, and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance too, your Highnesses.”

Eva’s eyes frantically fixed on the man Moblit was gesturing with his hand and claimed to be the Eldian Chief. Her husband to be. Eva was met with an icy blue gaze and intense like the sea she saw once when she traveled with Hans to a southern kingdom, but Eva noticed a hidden cleverness behind the stern glare. The eyes belonged to a handsome face, with sharp and chiselled features like his cheekbones, a beautiful aquiline nose and thick, blonde brows framing his face. His blonde hair was neatly parted to the side and Eva never saw a haircut such as the one he was displaying, both short and even shorter hair, but judging by the other Eldians, it was a common style. He was big, tall, and Eva saw the true poise and demeanor of a proud warrior. The blue war paint smeared on his face and exposed arms made Eva unconsciously gulp down; he looked terrifying. Even if the Chief was wearing thick clothing, there was no doubt there weren’t feeble sticks for limbs underneath them.

The princess was taken aback, unable to tear her gaze away from the Chief’s ones, and going against all her modal teachings. Those blue eyes were hypnotic and unreadable, like his face.

That was the man she was going to marry.

Erwin Smith.

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Your writing's really good! (~^-^)~* Can I get strong MC carrying their demon around bridal style?? (just an idea but imagine Levi being carried by MC in his favorite male character/ruri's cosplay :o, and for Belphie, maybe, him falling asleep during movie night or smth and MC just casually scooping him up to get him to his room?? For Mammon maybe rescuing him and running away from witches?) but u can think of smth by yourself ^^ can't wait :D

Thank you for the compliment anon. ♡

Manhandle the boys? I got ya covered. You had some great ideas, by the way. These turned into basically mini-stories.

Lucifer

“Chicken fight?” Diavolo asked you with a glint in his eye, always eager to learn more of the human world.

“It’s a pool game, where two people carry two other people and try to push the carried person off their person.” You explained, or rather tried to. Even for a mostly sober Lucifer, the explanation was a mess. A tipsy Diavolo found it impossible.

“Show me,” Diavolo asked. “Just show me.”

“It takes a minimum of 4 to play. And it’s done in a pool.” You laughed.

“You can’t do it outside of a pool?” Diavolo whined with a frown.

Never wanting to disappoint, you quietly considered it. “I mean…” Your eyes travelled to Lucifer, lighting up in a way the Avatar of Pride knew meant trouble. But with a shake of his head, knowing what was to come, he stood from his seat, and rotated his shoulders. Carrying you would be a simple task for him.

“If you can lift Barbatos, and I lift Lucifer, we could do a little demonstration. But we can’t actually play. Without the water it’s like, dangerous.” You suggest.

“Lift me?” Scoffed Lucifer, looking a little incredulous, while a delighted Diavolo barked out a laugh.

“Okay!” The prince agreed enthusiastically. His gold eyes flitting to the avatar of pride giving a silent, mortifying, order that sealed Lucifer’s fate.

Groaning into his drink, Lucifer quickly chugged down the last of his drink. You kneeled down to the floor, and Diavolo followed suit, as you instructed Barbatos how to climb on to Diavolo’s back.

“Like this?”

“Yes!” You nodded happily. “Lucifer, your turn! Hop on.”

The word no sat on his tongue but Diavolo’s expecting gaze wouldn’t allow for the word to pass his lips. “Perhaps I ought to be the one to—”

Suddenly one of his legs was yanked out from under him as you swung it over one side of you. You made no move to grab the other. “Stop worrying. I can lift you easy!” You assured him with a cocky grin.

“I don’t know—”

When you ignored his protests and attempted shift yourself between his legs to grip the remaining foot tethering him to the ground, in fear of losing his balance, Lucifer finally complied. He threw his leg over your shoulder, gripping on to your head and wrapping his thighs about your neck. He shot a glare at his liege. If you broke your neck, he refused to be held responsible.

To his surprise however, you stood straight up with ease, balancing him on your shoulders. He was rather impressed. ��Though that was sort of overridden by his unease at the sudden lack of control he had by being on your shoulders.

“Okay, now in a pool, Barbatos and Lucifer would have to shove each other off.”

A look of determination flashed across Diavolo’s face, and it took all three, Lucifer, Barbatos, and you to reiterate that this was not a game that could be played outside of the water.

Mammon

The witches call at the most inconvenient times. But Mammon knows he must answer.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled in apology to you as he dropped the shopping bags he’d been carrying into your arms. “I’ll be right back,” he promised.

“Should we call someone first before you go?” You asked, waving a hand at the plaza that surrounded you filled with demons. Eyes flickered towards you occasionally, however they quickly averting upon recognizing the Lord of Greed.

He didn’t have time, but he also knew you were right. Groaning and grumbling he texted a request to his brother’s chat for someone to come and get you.

But there was no immediate response. Calls to several of the brothers also went unanswered—even when you made the calls. Mammon grew impatient—because he knew the witches were too.

“Looks like I’ll just have to take ya with me,” he sighed. “Ground rules, first.” Looking serious and he holds his fingers up, “Don’t say anything,” he begins, dropping one finger. “Don’t touch anything. Anything I say, ya agree with. Anything I tell you to do, you do—no questions. If I say run, run.”

You looked nervous—as you should be, so was he. It was a bad idea to take you. But it’s a worse idea to leave you alone.

Seeing the witches generally made Mammon a little queasy—but he can handle anything they throw at him. It’s you he worries about.

“Got it.”

“Don’t you worry, human. The GREAT Mammon won’t let anything happen you,” he said with a grin, trying to rid you of your worries. You give him a small smile in return and he throws an arm around your shoulder as he begins to lead you away.

Meeting with witches didn’t seem to terrify you as they invited the two of you in for tea and treats. Mammon however, declined for the two of you, getting right to the point of their requests. They made their demands rather politely, but the undertones of a threat obviously present.

The nature of their demands however, no matter how honeyed the language, were insane. Limos, and dresses, and jewelry, and tools used by witches, made of luxury woods and metals.

“There’s no way I can get all this!” Mammon shouted as he estimated the total.

“You can, and you will. We trust you’ll find a way,” one of them said sternly.

Another slid herself to your side, an arm drifting to wrap about your waist. “And while you do so, we’ll just enjoy some tea with—”

“Don’t you touch my human,” hissed Mammon. His eye flit to you, a dangerous glint in them, and he nods his head to the door in a silent order.

“Don’t you talk that way to us,” another witch hissed in return.

“Your pact is with me, not—” Mammon started to argue in return.

“Yes, it is.” One witch calmly stated, “and by our pact, I order you to—”

Before her order could be completed, she was thrown back, the literal rug ripped out from under her. Mammon’s eyes widened and turned to see the edge of the floormat sitting in your hands.

“Time to go,” you told him.

Suddenly laid out over your shoulder, hefted about like a sack of potatoes as you ran the two of you of the building.

Mammon wasn’t sure how to feel. He was surprised, that was for sure. Thankful to some degree, but humiliated as well—for being the one in need of saving, for the way he was being carried (ass up). And though he dared not admit, turned on. He could only hope you were too busy running the two of you out of trouble to notice him at half-mast.

Leviathan

A convention has come to the Devildom and ecstatic was a massive understatement. When the convention was announced months back, Levi was already including it in every conversation somehow. As the weeks grew closer, his fanaticism was getting so out of control Lucifer banned him from bringing it up in the group chat, the dining table, and specifically, in Lucifer’s presence.

“Today’s the day!” Shouted Levi, as was his morning ritual of the countdown. While he was not technically in the dining room, everyone could hear him from his room. Annoyed but relieved that finally the day had come that perhaps he’d finally shut up about it, the brothers gave a sigh of relief.

“Come on, come on, Normie!” He pounded at your door. “We have a very strict schedule to keep!”

“Levi, you sound like Lucifer. Give me some time to get dressed! Honestly, if you’re this excited you might accidentally transform.” You scolded him with laughter dancing behind your door—still refusing him entry to drag you out. “It’ll ruin your cosplay if you do you know. Have you even gotten changed yet?”

“I will once we eat breakfast. I don’t want anything to get stained. And you shouldn’t either! Come on out!”

“Levi, I’m already half into the costume. You want me to come out there half naked?”

Levi blushed at the thought. “N-no! Just take it off, normie. Get changed after! We need a perfect picture together as Henry and the Lord of Shadows! And we can’t have one if you’ve got food all over it.”

He heard you sigh and grumble, but he knew he was getting his way. You had been supportive of all his enthusiasm, despite the numerous reprimanding your received from his brothers for “encouraging” and “enabling” his behavior. You always had his back, just like Henry.

Why, you even agreed to cosplay as his Henry to his Lord of Shadows! He thought he was having the most blissful heart attack when you suggested it. You suggested to be his Henry.

He could hardly wait to see you dressed, but the reveal was something he would savor, dressed in his own costume. And it would be worth it. Additionally, once he got his picture of the two of you in your perfectly pristine cosplays, he would be posting it and using it everywhere. As his profile pictures, in his icons, framed in his room. He had it all planned out.

He rushed you through breakfast, through packing, and through the door. But you took it all with a smile. He knew you weren’t as excited about the convention as he was, but the fact that you had the patience to put up with him on this day meant the world to him. He’d already put some Grimm aside to buy you whatever you wanted at the convention as a gift of thanks.

The line was agonizingly long, even with his pre-purchased pass, and changing into your cosplays in your shared hotel room took a while more than expected. He missed an early morning panel and went hysterical.

“Levi, you’ll ruin your cosplay if you transform,” you warn him again from the bathroom as you adjusted make up on your face to get some details just perfect for your Henry imitation.

“We should have gotten here sooner!” He complained. “We should have-“

“Levi, I’m ready.” You called out, interrupting him before he could rant any further.

He swallowed hard, eager to see the result.

You looked perfect.

“Well?” You asked as you gave a small twirl for him to let him see it in whole.

“Every detail i-is, is—” His heart raced, his face reddened. It was not that your outfit was revealing, but you were cute. You were really cute. You were cute and in cosplay with him, for him. It was just an outfit, but the implications hit him like a ton of bricks. He was overwhelmed, practically in tears. Too overwhelmed, really.

He passed right out.

When he finally woke up, he realized he was slung over your back, carried through the convention halls. “W-what is happening?” He screeched in embarrassment into your ear.

You faltered and nearly dropped him. Quickly you adjusted him, bouncing him with your grip on thighs to get him balanced properly against you again. “Don’t shout,” you hissed your ear ringing painfully.

“The next panel was about to start and I couldn’t let you to miss it.” You explained as you trudged along to your next destination. “You’ve been looking forward to this one most of all.”

Touched by the sentiment, Levi tucked his burning face into your shoulder mumbling ‘thank you’s and praises that you were a perfect Henry.

Satan

The Devildom archive is massive, and yet given its size it is still overfilled with books and shelves that line the walls up to his high ceilings. Tall ladders that slide across the rooms on tracks in front of the shelves, to allow easy maneuvering are available, but not many.

“I can see it just there,” frowned Satan as he stared up at the dusty covered volume, embossed letters with faded and chipped gold foil labelling its spine.

On his tiptoes, reaching upwards, his fingers just barely above the shelf and his fingers graze the binding, only to push it further back on to the shelf and out of his reach. He cursed.

“I’ll have to fetch a ladder,” he spat, turning his from side to side to spot on. On the farthest ends of either side of him he could see a few unoccupied steps. The trek just to fetch the damned things was an exercise in itself. Why the hell was the archive this size with so few ladders between them? Or rather, why wouldn’t they restrict ladders to certain sections? Why did they have to make the process so difficult?

“Seems hardly worth the effort,” you commented, as you slipped your arms around his waist.

The action was sudden, but welcomed. Having you wrapped about him was instantly soothing, and his temper dropped immediately. He sighed, letting out the tension, and his hand came to rest on yours. “To get as perfect score on this essay, all efforts are worthwhile. This time I will be top Lucifer’s standing for sure.” He said with a nod.

With a light blush, he pushed his fingers between your digits in an attempt to hold your hand, but your hands instead tightened and gripped tight together, as if rejecting him.

Actually, your entire hold on him tightened. His eyebrows furrowed curiously.

Next thing he knew, his feet were no longer on the ground. His first instinct was to struggle as he was suddenly lifted into the air. “What do you think you’re doing?” He whisper-shouted, wide eyes trying to peer at your face behind him, rage rising with his embarrassment.

“I’m just helping!” You laughed, rubbing your cheek into his back in a reassuring gesture. “Can you reach your book now?”

“Ah, right,” he muttered, his face heating to a deeper red as he hastily tore the book from the shelf and patted at your arm to let him down. “A little warning next time,” he chastised with a small smile, his anger clearly evident in the way he punctuated his request.

You gave a quick “sorry” but your smile showed no real apology. Well, he’ll have to wretch a real one out of you in a bout of punishment later. He hoped you’ll be looking forward to it as much he was thinking of it.

Asmodeus

Your ball ensemble for Diavolo’s ball was magnificent, and Asmo, as your date wore its perfect match. He could not be prouder of his efforts to make you both look stunning for your evening out. He designed the outfits himself, weeks before, and today he’d spent all day preparing the two of you—hair, make up, nails, last minute tailoring. It had been exhausting, but it was well worth it.

All eyes were on the two of you the moment you’d entered the room, and he couldn’t have been more pleased. Not that it was unusual for people to stare at him—but tonight, you were on his arm, and he felt a sense of pride that was new to him.

Because I have you. And they can only dream to.

It took a few drinks to loosen you up to the idea of dancing.

“Just one song,” he begged throughout the evening.

You smiled and promised him just the one, and at three drinks, he had finally could lead you to the dance floor for at least a slow one. Having you in his arms was a delight, though you seemed so focused on your dancing that you were forgetting to have a good time yourself.

To lighten the mood, he made it a point to spin you, and then himself, rocking together with you before repeating the process. A spin for you, a spin for him. The two of you looked childish, almost ridiculous. The type of dancing a 5-year-old’s interpretation of a fairytale dance. Asmo, a man of allure and the pinnacle of sexy, was happy to play goofy if it meant making you smile.

It took another drink to get you on the floor again, but this time it was song that was much more upbeat. There was less concern in you now for your steps, a little sloppy, but full of joy, which is all Asmo wants. He gave you a cocky grin before lifting you slightly into the air and spun you.

Your laughter was the best song all night.

Much to his surprise, you locked your hands on to his waist and lifted him in return, mimicking his spin. Giggling in the thrill. Almost like a child, he asked for another spin and another, posing each time he was held up high for all to see until the song ended.

“Let’s see what else we can do with that strength of yours,” he panted, catching what breath he’d been losing in all his laughter.

“This one’s a bit of a slower one,” you commented. “Spinning might be—”

“Oh, no, honey. We’re done with dancing.”

Beelzebub

Beel’s a quiet guy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t affectionate. He was a hugger and he different types of hugs for different occasions.

He gave short but firm for hellos. He held a little longer for good byes. Thank you’s were half hugs and pats on the back. And I’m sorry’s were engulfing but gentle, never imposing. For comfort, he was

But this hug was a new one. It wasn’t one he’d ever given you before. And it wasn’t one his brothers had ever seen him do since he’d been down in the Devildom—not since Lilith.

He’d been gone for about five days—given some business direct from Diavolo to handle an incident on the other side of the Devildom with Lucifer in tow. Lucifer returned early, but Beel remained for two days more.

When Beel finally lumbered through the door relieved to be home. He was chilled from the rain pouring outside, hungrier than he’d ever felt in the past two decades, and in desperate need of some time to relax.

The first thing he heard was the patter of footsteps, running to meet his arrival.

“Beel, welcome home!” You shouted from the top of the stairs, laughing heartily as you came down to meet him quick as you could. Trailing behind you came Belphie, eager to meet him, but slowed down by his sin to reach him as fast as you did.

It was as if his exhaustion disappeared at seeing your smile, and your rush to meet him was so endearing, it warmed him—at least his face—instantly.

“Glad to be back,” he said with nod, opening his arms.

To his surprise you launched yourself into him, the momentum knocking into him. To keep balance, he gave you a spin, chuckling at your excitement.

“I missed you!” You shouted as he spun you about.

“I missed you too.”

He held you tight against him, and in response to his grip, you gripped him tightly back.

It’s an affectionate game of mimicry you two play often. If you tap a beat on his hand, he’ll tap it back with an addition. If you give him a kiss, he’ll give you two. Back and forth until one of you gives. It was a game generally played behind closed doors, but this was a special occasion—he missed you too much. Now it was game of who can give a tighter hug.

And he was determined to win.

He adjusted his arms around you to hold you just a little lower—and then lifted you off the ground. You giggled, pleased. It was only for a moment before he set you down. He grinned at you.

But his smile soon turned to shock when you in turn put your arms about his waist, lifting him and spinning.

Too stunned to respond, Beel lost the round.

“Never expected that out of you,” whistled an impressed Belphie, having finally descended down the stairs.

Beel could only nod, wide eyed in agreement.

You gave him a cocky grin, planting your hands on your hips and puffing your chest with pride. Beel too beamed with pride at his partner’s strength. He begins to invite you to workouts together, curious to see just how much you could lift.

Belphegor

Movie nights followed a very specific pattern. It was a scramble to get the boys together, and just when you think you’ve settled in, someone remembers something they’ve forgotten: popcorn, blankets, phones, chips, drinks, coasters, pillows. And of course, the matter of seating arrangements was always a battle. You had your designated seat, but the demons around you didn’t—each fought to take the seats beside you in some way shape or form.

“You had your turn last week!” Fumed Levi, glaring daggers at his younger brother Belphie.

It did little to persuade the seventh born who seemed to instead nuzzled his face deeper into your lap, a hint of a teasing smirk his only answer.

Grumbles and protests eventually died down as Lucifer threatened each one into settling in. Finally, they could all relax as the movie began to roll.

Lucifer fell asleep midway through. Mammon and Levi shouted out quotes in bouts of laughter. Satan shushed his elder brothers, and Asmo sighed and provided commentary on outfits and hair styles. Beel ate most of the popcorn and chips, munching away happily. Belphegor managed to last to its ending, but the minute the lights were brought back up, he went right to sleep, skipping the inevitable post-movie debates and commentaries by his brothers.

As it grew later into the evening, the boys slowly trickled out to their rooms to bed. You however, remained a pillow to the cat-napping avatar.

“I’ll carry him up,” offered Beel, the last of the conscious.

“No, I’ve got it.” You told him with a smile, a hand slowly stroking through Belphie’s hair as he slept. “I’m not quite tired yet. I’ll leave him undisturbed for just a bit longer.”

Beel nodded, and returned to his own room.

You browsed your phone for awhile longer, one hand mindlessly running through Belphie’s soft locks.

When you were good and ready for bed, you slowly sidled out from below Belphie. Carrying him was the easy part. The only difficulty you had was trying not to disturb him as you slipped your hands beneath him to lift him. You seemed to have succeeded, and Belphie was determined to let you believe it, amused that you were going to such lengths for him.

He’d been awake for some time, mostly from the time you started trailing your fingers through his hair. He didn’t dare move and let you know he was awake. He feared you’d stop if he did. So instead he laid and enjoyed your gentle petting him the way you might a beloved pet.

When you moved out from under him, he considered waking up to walk himself up, but the thought of you lifting him amused him greatly. He assumed you couldn’t, and to have you try and fail to do so would be the perfect time for him to wake up and tease you.

Much to his surprise however, you lifted him with ease, carrying him all the way to his room. He would be keeping this in mind for the next time he decided it was too much trouble to make the trip himself—play dead and he can get a free ride.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #headcanon #guess who's back #took me awhile to do this one #but it was a lot of fun #tryin' to come up with ways to have the boys lifted up #as well as get them some varied reactions was an interestin' challenge #i'm so sorry this took so long

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duker42 · 4 years

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Can I please request a reader x Levi fic where she caught Levi in bed with another cadet. She mistakenly thought that Levi cheated on her, but nothing happened.

💜Suspicious Mistake💜

Levi woke up to an angry screech that sounded like it was coming from Y/N.

His head throbbed from the sedative Hanji had given him. He had told Shitty-Glasses he didn’t want it, didn’t need it. But she had insisted that he needed his rest to recover.

He had been injured badly enough to that Hanji knew that the only way to keep him from trying to tough it out was to sedate him. After Erwin had gotten involved and practically ordered him to accept the drugs, Levi had begrudgingly given in. And now it seemed that was coming back to bite him in the ass.

When his eyes opened, Y/N was standing there but there was a cadet that seemed familiar to him, dressed in her underwear and an infirmary gown, backing up in horror from the bed.

“What the fuck? What’s going on?” Levi demanded, his voice ringing through the room.

“Levi! Why is Y/N running lik- oh...shit.” Hanji had burst into his room and stopped dead.

The cadet ran for the door, but Hanji grabbed the girl’s wrist. “What the fuck are you doing in here, cadet?”

Hanji’s voice was cold and dangerous. Her eyes were narrowed and her stance combative. Everyone always feared Levi, but they had never seen Hanji Zöe when she was pissed the fuck off.

“I-I d-don’t know m-madam!” The terrified cadet stuttered. Tears were welling up the in the girls eyes as she looked like she was watching a Titan reach down for her. “I w-was sick yesterday, a-and they gave me a s-shot. I got up to go to the b-bathroom and thought I went b-back to my bed!”

Hanji’s eyes softened as she listened to the cadet. There had been a rash of sickness going around and the medicine they were giving out was making some of the cadets rather loopy. It seemed that the cadet had wandered into Levi’s infirmary room, thinking it was her own. A simple mistake but, now Y/N was thinking it was something far worse.

She released the girl and told her to go find her real room and get back to bed. She turned to find Levi trying to get out of bed and stopped him.

“I’ll got talk to her, Levi. If you do, it’ll just seem like excuses. Lay back down before you hurt yourself more.” She told him.

His glare was fierce, despite the pounding in his temple. “You better fix this Shitty-Glasses. I knew I should have insisted on staying in my quarters.” He growled out.

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Hanji found Y/N in her room, practically ripping the door off the frame bursting in.

��Go away Hanji! I don’t want to listen to anything you have to say. I’m done with him. He...he cheated on me!” Y/N cried as she buried her face in her hands.

Hanji walked over to the girl’s bed and sat down beside her. She gently took one of Y/N’s hands and pulled it towards her. The upset girl finally looked into the warm and compassionate eyes of the Section Commander.

“No he didn’t Y/N. I know he didn’t.” Hanji said gently.

“He was in bed with another girl! How could you possibly know that he didn’t fuck her!” Y/N shouted, pulling away from Hanji.

“Because I sedated him last night.” Hanji said.

Y/N paused from getting up from the bed and turned back towards the scientist.

“Ask Erwin. I drugged Levi so he would get some rest and not aggravate his injury. By the time I left his room last night, he wouldn’t have been able to stay awake, let alone cheat on you.” Hanji explained quietly. It was probably the most serious Y/N had seen the woman in weeks.

“But the girl......” Y/N desperately wanted to believe Hanji, but the image of the girl shooting up in bed and looking horrified at Y/N catching them was burned into her brain.

“She was also there under the influence of drugs. She was sick and they gave her a shot that made her loopy. It’s been happening recently. She went the bathroom and thought Levi’s room was hers. She didn’t even know she was next to him until you woke them up, screeching.” The scientist gave her a grin.

Y/N felt the pain in her chest lift. Hanji wouldn’t lie to her, not about something like this. As much as she was Levi’s friend, she was also hers. She would be fair to both parties.

“I guess I need to go talk to him.” Y/N said, looking down at the floor, mildly embarrassed at her reaction to what was an innocent situation.

“Please. He was trying to get up to come find you.” Hanji patted her back and stood. “You are the only one that grumpy man wants, Y/N.”

~~~~~

Levi heard the door opened and cracked an eye and saw Y/N slip inside his room. She didn’t look angry, so hopefully that meant that Hanji had convinced her that he hadn’t been involved in anything that would hurt her. She was too damn important to ever do something like that to.

“Hey.” Y/N said as she came over to his bed.

“Hey.” His normally dry voice held a tinge of hesitation.

“You could see how it looked right?” Y/N asked, her expression remorseful but set.

“Yeah. It was suspicious looking. I told Hanji I should have gone back to my room. I’m going there tonight, and I’m never staying in this place again.” Levi scowled at the room, like it was the reason for her being upset.

He patted the bed and she went over to him. She let him pull her down and lay her head against his chest. “This is yours, Y/N. This heartbeat. No one else.” He said gruffly against her hair.

Y/N smiled and listened to the steady beat of his heart. It might have been suspicious, but it was a mistake on her part for believing he could do something like that to her.

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there-and-always-back-again · 4 years

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Captain’s Biggest Weakness - Levi Ackerman’s Love Story, Part 2

“Where is she?” growled Eren, furiously pacing back and forth. “It’s been all day!”

“She’ll be alright, you shouldn’t worry about her,” comforted him Armin, who was concerned about his friend not eating all day long.

Mikasa was sitting with the others at the table. They were all having a joyful conversation, but her focus was elsewhere.

“Would you two knock it off? She’s a big girl, she can handle herself. Eren, come and have something for dinner, please!” she begged.

Eren gave up looking through the window with the hopes of catching a glance of Vee and sat in front of the huge table, filled with various dishes. They were all prepared in celebration of the first day of the trainees’ program, yet he couldn’t find any of them appetizing. Captain Levi had made Vee do six hundred push-ups which Eren knew were an impossible task for her. She wouldn’t be able to do more than one hundred before she crashed onto the ground. While Eren couldn’t eat a single bite, the captain was peacefully sipping his tea at the other side of the table, not minding anyone’s presence, except his own thoughts.

Suddenly, Eren heard someone calling his name. He almost thought it was inside his own head, but then he noticed that others heard it, too.

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“Eren! Eren, can you hear me? Could you open the door, please? I don’t think my hands are working,” I yelled from the other side.

I had successfully entered the mansion and I gotta tell you, those huge doors seemed heavier to push than ever. Maybe it was because I had entirely lost the strength of my arms. I felt my muscles burning, yet I could barely move them. It took me more than 6 hours to complete the task. I had taken breaks between them and although I had been training for so long, I knew that six hundred push-ups was something even a well-trained guy would find difficult achieving. And yet, I had done all of them. S-i-x-h-u-n-d-r-e-d.

The door to the kitchen, however, was impossible to push. Not because it was any heavier than the previous ones, it’s just that my hands had given up on me.

I heard Eren’s footsteps. He rushed me inside the kitchen.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s here. Have you completed the task I gave you?” asked captain Levi. That dark smirk was on his face again.

“Yes, sir,” I responded. My voice was shaking and I could sense Eren’s grip tightening around me. I knew he was getting mad.

I realized captain Levi hadn’t looked me in the eyes since I first met him outside the mansion. He wasn’t even looking at me now! He was blankly staring at his cup of tea with steam coming out of it.

“Hm, good. Sit down, have something to eat,” he said, in a surprisingly calm way.

Eren sat me down next to him.

“Here, let me feed you. Your hands must be shaking,” he said and stuffed a huge spoon with rice inside my mouth. He wasn’t wrong. I really couldn’t move them.

Although I was finally inside where everything was warm and my arms were resting, I couldn’t help myself but wonder - was I that repulsive to him that he couldn’t even look me in the eyes and acknowledge my existence?

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“WAKEY, WAKEY, SLEEPY HEADS! TIME TO FIND OUT HOW TO KICK SOME TITAN ASS!” I heard Connie yelling outside in the hallway while knocking on each and every bedroom door.

He was a sweet guy - Connie. I barely knew him since I’d only met him several days ago, but I knew he had a kind heart. However, I wanted to kill him for waking us up so early.

The past week had been terrible. I cannot explain what captain Levi had put me through. While everyone else had been given tasks such as running a mile, doing a hundred sit-ups, carrying weights and fitting gear, the second day I had been made to run all day long, the third I had to carry everyone’s bags (which were even heavier than the weights others were given) and the thing I hated the most - I had to hold a long stick with two buckets filled with sand on each side.

And on top of that, I had to do it while standing on a lever IN THE MIDDLE OF A LAKE. Of course, I couldn’t do it, I’d fail every time and fall into the lake.

I have no idea why he hated me so much. Was he that petty? Making me do so many unnecessary things just to punish me for one sentence? I hated him, yet I have to admit - I enjoyed looking at him.

Even though he put me through such useless labor just to teach me a lesson, I found myself staring at him every moment possible. The way his hair was occasionally covering his blue eyes, his slim and fit physique with a shirt showing the perfect form of his muscles.

And the mystery - maybe this was the most attractive thing about him. You could never figure out what he was thinking. He’d always look a bit bored, a bit annoyed and that made you want to prove yourself to him.

I could leave the training camp at any moment. Nobody was forcing me to do any of this. Yet, I wanted to prove myself to him. Show the captain that I was worthy.

Many days had passed and most of them repeated themselves - others doing normal tasks, me - doing practically the impossible.

It was the middle of the night and I couldn’t fall asleep. I barely slept at the camp because I was too worried about the following day. I decided to go to the kitchen and make myself some tea.

I was wearing nothing but my night gown, which (to be exact) wasn’t the most appropriate wear, yet I didn’t think much of it, because it was way past everyone’s bedtime. Nobody could possible be awake at this early hour. The following day we would have been trying the vertical maneuvering equipment, so nobody wanted to be tired for that.

As I was making tea, I thought I heard footsteps behind me. I cannot explain how terrified I was of the idea of someone seeing me like this. It could have been Connie, Marco or even Eren. Gosh, I really wished it wasn’t Eren, I would have been so embar-

“What... are you doing?” asked captain Levi completely startled.

I wanted to die. I tried covering myself with my hands, but that did nothing. He was standing several steps away from me, entirely still. He didn’t move a muscle and for the first time ever I could see something other than boredom or annoyance in his eyes. He looked absolutely shocked.

“I’m so sorry, Captain, I never even thought that someone would be awake at this early hour, I-”

Captain Levi took off the jacket he was wearing and threw it at me.

“Please, put this on,” he said. The moment I covered myself his face went back to normal... He was annoyed again. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I don’t usually sleep well. Tea helps!” I said jokingly, trying to cheer both of us up a little. His expression didn’t change. He sat at the table and opened up a book, as if nothing happened.

Suddenly, I got extremely mad. He had been torturing me for weeks, treating me like garbage and now entirely disregarding the situation. He could’ve said that it was at least okay, that I shouldn’t worry.

My anxiety was piling up. I couldn’t contain my tears.

“Captain,” I started sobbing. I hated myself for being so emotional and weak. “Can I ask you... Why do you treat me so badly?”

I felt utterly scared. I couldn’t believe I had asked him this. I was so screwed. I knew he’d kick me out of the camp the following morning.

Yet, for my surprise, he didn’t even look at me. Was I interesting to him only when I wasn’t wearing much clothing?

Anger started building up inside me once again.

“LEVI, AM I THAT DISGUSTING TO YOU? AM I THAT WEAK AND PATHETIC?”

The captain instantly stood up and started walking towards me. Was he... going to hit me? I expected everything from him. Instead, he pushed me against the wall and hit its bricks as hard as he could right next to my face. He looked fierce.

“Pathetic? Disgusting?” he asked with a cold voice. “Haven’t you learned anything?”

I could feel his breath on my skin. I was shaking. I felt so terrified of him, yet I wanted to... kiss Levi? What was I even thinking, what is wrong with me? He’s a lot older than I am and he’s our future captain, but still I had never felt more drawn to another human being.

His eyes were piercing. He was leaning towards me and our faces were almost touching.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” I sighed. “I never wanted to make you mad.”

“Don’t you understand... Everything I’ve done, I did it to make you stronger... I... I can’t explain it,” he said.

I felt confused. What was he saying?

“The minute I saw you I knew I had to protect you. I had to teach you everything I knew, and my whole life all I’ve known is... pain. I learned from it, it taught me. And it made me stronger.”

He was panting, I could feel the heat coming out of his body.

“But why me? I’m nothing more than anyone else,” I asked quietly.

“I think I feel something for you that I haven’t felt for a long time before.”

My heart started racing. Captain Levi had feelings for me? I was going crazy.

“Kiss me, then.”

I can’t believe I said something like this. Goodbye, training camp.

And yet, he leaned even closer - our lips were almost touching and I could sense the smell of his skin when he suddenly pulled back.

“No,” he responded.

I was absolutely confused and even more embarrassed.

“But, but... Why?” I asked.

“I can’t let myself. I’ve too many enemies that always manage to find my weaknesses. And unfortunately, you’ve become one of them.”

#levi attack on titan #attack on titan #eren jaeger #titan eren #shingeki no kyojin #mikasa ackerman #mikasa #armin #manga #fanfiction #fanfic #romantic #romantic fanfic #love #lovestory #love story #levi ackerman

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shewolfofficial · 5 years

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I really like your fics about Levi's s/o having a dragon! Could I get a scenario where his s/o's dragon turned against her from a virus, just as the dragon was going to kill levi's s/o their brother/sister hops in and pushes them out of the way?

D/N - Dragon Name

B/N - Brother Name

Warning: Violence, Cursing

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The sun shone brightly onto the land below as the wind gently tugged at the branches of the old oak trees that loomed over large areas of grass. Training ground lit up from the heat of the sun, it was only you and your trusty dragon companion D/N. D/N had been a little sick lately and you wanted to bring him out to get a little fresh air and for a chance for her to stretch her wings. You were both in the middle of stretching unaware of the multiple pairs of eyes that watched you both from the windows of the corridor in HQ.

Surprisingly even Levi was amongst the group who watched you, arms crossed with a bored expression on his face he saw the way D/N purred playfully as you pet her snout. He’d been keeping an eye on the beast ever since you told him she was sick and had been acting a little strange in case D/N were to somehow turn on you.

‘‘I want a dragon of my own!’‘

‘‘Yeah me too! It would be so cool!’‘

Finishing both the stretches you hopped on top of D/N’s back-patting her head with a gentle smile. Gently taking the little reins you had to help steer her you began to hum quietly. Another figure had arrived by the group that watched you curiously, your elder brother, though he was nearly the height of Erwin your brother was definitely a gentle giant that gentleness went out the window when you were in danger. Levi wasn’t far off either resulting in you having two very overprotective guys make sure you’re alive and healthy.

‘‘Captain.’‘

‘‘L/N’‘

The usual greeting between both men, they both understood that they basically had to team up and get along for your sake so both Levi and B/N had a calm and somewhat friendly status. Standing side by side the two of them watched as you messed around on D/N for a bit whilst everyone else was watching in awe.

Hearing D/N sniffle a little you averted your gaze back up towards the sky before lightly pulling upwards on the rein signalling for her to start flying.

She didn’t budge.

Furring your eyebrows you tried tugging at the reins again while sending D/N a confused look. Feeling D/N shove you off her back you fell back onto the dirty ground, stones and dirt plastering your back as you scowled slightly. ‘’Ow.. Hey that’s not funny D/N that hurt’’ you whined sitting up watching as the beast turned around to you with a terrifying blank expression, eyes insignificantly wide as her pupils were like thin sharp black lines staring you down like you were a chunk of food she was craving.

Hurriedly standing up you gulped as she growled lowly, little razor-like teeth appearing out of nowhere as she stalked closer making you jump back slightly. That’s when shock and dread washed over the group inside the HQ who watched this happen.

‘‘What the heck!? What’s happening?’‘ Sasha exclaimed from horror as some people began to dart off to the nearest exit to the training ground, bulleting past the crowd soon accompanied by B/N, Levi bounded towards the nearest exit. Taking usual glances outside the windows he sprinted by D/N was now beginning to back you up into a tree, wings spread upwards to help intimidate you as you tried to knock some sense into her.

Hearing the doors burst open frantically you spanned your head towards the direction of the noise seeing both B/N and Levi dart towards you with terrified expressions. B/N was screeching for you to run and get away and you could tell Levi was already secretly planning D/N’s murder if she hurt you. D/N widened her jaw to an unhuman width as sparks and shocks began to sprinkle from her throat readying to fire at you. Turning your vision back towards both males who were almost in arms reach of you-you felt all colour drain from your face.

‘‘No! Stop! I can handle it!’‘

‘‘F/N no!’‘

A blinding flash of light overcame your vision as you felt your body collide with something then hit the ground roughly. Head beginning to pang from the immediate pain that shot through it you groaned and whimpered, opening your eyes you winced from the pain as you flicked your orbs to the side where your motionless brother lay unresponsive. As soon as the thunderous shot was fired from D/N’s mouth B/N had leapt in the way successfully shoving you out of the firing line but instead, he had gotten the shot himself, skidding to a stop Levi felt his stomach drop as steam came from D/N’s mouth as she hung her head low, mouth parted as the smoke lifted up towards the sky along with those possessed looking pupils that stared blankly to the dusty ground below.

You felt Levi tug you up with a worried look, fright laced his voice as he helped you up to your feet. ‘’What the fuck was that about? Are you alright?’’ he asked watching you turned a deathly pale colour back to your brother, shrugging off Levi’s hold you fell to your brother’s side shaking him. ‘’B/N wake up! Come on you idiot! Wake up’’ you choked as blood trickled from his ear and mouth, Levi had barked at the group that had just arrived to fuck off somewhere while Erwin and Hanji ran over.

‘‘What happened!?’‘

‘‘D/N turned on F/N.. She killed B/N..’‘ Levi muttered as you kept trying to shake B/N awake, pressing your ear to his chest you felt hot tears pour down your cheeks as you slowly lifted your head back up not getting a heartbeat from your elder sibling who lay there. Appearing by your side Erwin rested a hand on your shoulder deciding to stay silent as you felt your entire body go numb. Levi crouched down next to you knitting his thin brows together as Hanji stood to the side drifting her orbs from you then to D/N who was still panting.

Blinking rapidly D/N’s pupils dilated back to normal again, lifting her head back up she looked around in confusion before sneezing a little. Turning to you with a confused and innocent look D/N purred flicking her eyes to Hanji then to you as she crept over cautiously. Levi watched the dragon attempt to get B/N’s attention, seeming to be back in the normal mindset. D/N licked B/N’s hand before nuzzling her snout into his cheek before getting shoved away from you.

‘‘Fuck off!’‘

D/N tried again but you once again snapped at her ruthlessly.

‘‘I said fuck off! Leave! Get out of here!’‘

Keening D/N disappeared off leaving you there hopelessly sobbing to your brother’s body surrounded by the three veterans who tried to soothe you.

Seems like even your most trusted companion could end up killing someone you cared for..

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Dragonic 20

A/N: Thanks for all your likes and reblongs and reviews!! They really do keep me going and make me smile and laugh! :D I'm going to apologize in advance for this chapter, so please forgive me!! I will update again soon!! FF.net and AO3 are always available for previous parts and notified updates!

The very next day, Levy awoke to a light itch in her throat. Chalking it up to Gajeel, Lily and her talking late into the night, she didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t uncommon for her to talk herself hoarse, especially when she was in a heated debate with a particular stubborn dragon. That was until it got worse. After two days of the itch in her throat progressing, she also felt an increasing dip of her appetite. It too wasn’t uncommon for her to forget to eat while she was researching a topic, causing her actions to seem more normal than not. The honeyed tea that Ms. Carrie brought in was the only thing that aided her.

Taking her books outside early that morning for some much needed fresh air, she sat with Lily curled up beside her, near the vines of kiwis they found the other day. The warmth did wonders for her, but she wished the sun was out. Thick clouds blocked the sun she wished would warm her skin even more. Summer was slowly coming to end, letting her know that she had only a few more hours of daylight left, if the overbearing clouds don’t release an onslaught of rain first.

Rubbing the feline’s head, Levy collected her books. “I’m going to take these back.” Lily cracked open an eye, meowing lowly his protest.

“There’s no need for you to come with me. Mystagon is here…somewhere.” She motioned her hands around her, knowing that the ninja of a man was indeed somewhere close by. “Plus, I’ll be right back as soon as I put these up.”

Lily was hesitant before letting her go with a, “if you’re not back in a few minutes I’m coming to look for you.” Agreeing with a slight salute, she made her way back to the library. Her body felt sore from the constant curled position she’d taken in the past few days, hoping the walk back into the castle will stretch her tired muscles.

Her eyes started to water and her throat burned as she tried to suppress the sudden urge to cough, as she walked faster back into the castle. Discarding the books onto Gajeel’s desk, she used the edge of the old oak for balance as her body shook with a torrent of coughs. With slow raspy breaths, she raised a shaky hand to her head as she felt light headed and dizzy. Stars sprinkled her vision as she tried to get a grasp on herself. Her muscles felt even more stiff and sore and her mouth felt as dry as cotton, letting her know what she’s been neglecting for the past few days. Her health.

The office seemed to get darker, causing Levy to look up towards the large office window. A streak of lightening brightened the room before it darken once again, a loud crash of thunder and rain following it quickly.

“Oh no. Lily.” Levy breathed, running quickly out of the office. She stopped short of the library doors, Mystagon standing in her way.

The man shook his head, holding his hand up for her to stop her approach. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re clearly sick and going out in the rain will only make things worse.”

“Mystagon, please! We have to get Lily. He’s terrified of thunder.” she begged, using her scattered mind to think of a way around him. He was just as quick to refuse her, demanding she sit down, so he can fetch a doctor. The heavy footsteps of guards interrupted their conversation, bursting into the library. They were looking for her and Lily, most likely from Gajeel’s request. The guards were confused and immediately on guard by the newcomer they haven’t been introduced too, turning towards Mystagon for questioning. She wanted to help him, but she wanted to help Lily even more. Mystagon was a big boy and could handle himself. Taking the distraction as a blessing, she darted out of the library at a lightening pace.

She was already throwing the doors open and running through the pouring rain before the guards and Mystagon knew where she was. It took only seconds for her clothes to soak through, and her coughing fit to tingle her throat once more. The rain felt like mini icicles on her burning skin, as her body shook once again with another coughing fit. Her chest burned and ached with every breath she took, feeling as if a demon was trying to claw its way out of her chest. Even so, she refused to relent her race, ignoring the demon, intense pounding in her head and aching muscles.

When she finally found Lily, he was curled under a nearby bench shaking more than she was. Collapsing in front of the bench, she attempted to catch her breath as she crawled under the bench, wrapping her arms around the large ball of fur.

“It’s ok,” she reassured him, as another crash of thunder filled the air, causing the feline to let out a louder string of whimpers. “I’m here, Lily. I’m here.” Her breathing became more ragged as her vision blurred before her. The need to get them both inside was urging her to get up and drag Lily inside or at least grab the attention of the guards shouting their names in the distance. She attempted to open her mouth and scream out to them, but she could barely lift her head. Everything hurts.

‘I want to sleep. I’m so tired.’ Was the only thing she could think of as her eyelids started to become too heavy for her to keep open. Even though Lily was just as soaked as she was, he was a lot more comfortable then the hard ground. “Gajeel is going to be livid when he finds out what I did.” She muttered, but it sounded more like incoherent grunts.

“They’re over here!” Someone announced, before she lost consciousness. At least she knew they would be safe when she wakes up.

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Slowly opening her eyes, Levy sat up taking in her new surroundings. She wasn’t in Gajeel’s bed, or even in one to begin with. Plush green grass cushioned her and tickled her bare arms and legs as she sat up, observing the seeming never ending meadow and blue skies.

“Where…where am I?” She asked aloud, standing up slowly unsure of how steady her limbs were. “Am I dead?” A surge of panic seized her as she frantically looked around for answers, anything to clue her in on what was going on.

“Not exactly.” A voice spoke, causing her body to go rigid at the male tone. Turning around slowly, her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the two people she wasn’t expecting to see at all. “Hello, my sweet child.” Her father beamed, as her mother smile was just as wide.

Tears poured down her face as she ran into their open arms, hugging them tightly, committing their scent and warmth to memory. If it wasn’t for her father’s firm hold, she was sure she would’ve crumbled to her knees sobbing with happiness. She’s missed them so much.

“How are…what are…I’ve missed you guys so much.” She sobbed, her mind jumping from one question to the next. Her father shushed her, as he pulled away, all the while still keeping his arm around her. His shaggy blue hair and mustache looking the same when they last saw each other.

“Look at her honey, she’s gotten so beautiful.” Her mother gushed touching Levy’s wet cheek, her brown eye’s softening as she tucked a brown curl behind her ear to analyze Levy’s features.

“She gets it from you, my love.”

Even now, her parent’s love was still apparent, for her and for each other. Oh, how she’s missed them. Hugging them again, it took them another few minutes to let go.

“We know you have a lot of questions, and we will answer them within reason.” Her father said smoothing her hair down. “We only have a limited time with you.”

“When I asked if I was dead, you said, not exactly. What did you mean?”

“You’re in the in-between place; you’re neither dead, nor alive. But, it’s up to you to decide whether you want to fight for your life or let go.”

An image of Gajeel, immediately appeared in her mind causing her to bite her lip in anxiety. She missed her parents dearly and would love to stay with them, but she couldn’t leave Gajeel or Lily. They needed her, she needed them and she would miss Ms. Carrie dearly.

“Thinking about your boyfriend?” Her mother sing-song with a teasing glint in her eyes, causing Levy cheeks to burn from embarrassment. “He’s a handsome one.” She said, looking over Levy’s shoulder.

Looking behind her she saw an oval shape swirl appear before them, an image displaying Gajeel at her bedside, clutching her hand tightly with his head hung low. A lump formed in her throat at the image of herself, laying almost lifeless in a blue and green room she’s never seen before, and Gajeel looking close to breaking. She’s never seen him look so fragile, so breakable. He was cute when he was pouting, but this, she didn’t want to see.

“I’m so sorry, Gajeel.” She whispered, wiping the fresh tears with the back of her hands. As if he could hear her, she watched as he squeezed her hand tighter resting his forehead on their combined fingers.

A firm hand turned her attention away from the image, towards her father. “Of all the people, you chose one of my favorite and most troublesome students.” He said with a sympathetic smile. “I’m glad it was him though, Gajeel is a big softy at heart and I’m sure you’ve brought out that soft side more.”

“How did you know?”

Her mother was the one to answer, “We do get to look on our loved ones and ever since he’s found you, we didn’t need to constantly check up on your wellbeing.” She was thankful they didn’t bring up The House of Purity. Just thinking of them watching her struggle and be punished made her heart ache even more. They didn’t deserve to see their little girl be treated in such a way.

Levy didn’t know what to say or do and her parent’s knew that. “Levy, as much as we miss you, we don’t want you to stay here with us. You belong with him, you deserve to be happy and have a family of your own.”

A soft sob escaped her lips as she embraced them again. “But, you are my family.”

“And, we always will be, but you deserve to live.” Her father, kissed her on the top of her head before releasing her. “You deserve to experience everything life has to offer and it offers Gajeel. You love him don’t you?”

She nodded her head, “I do. I love him so much, papa, mama.” She didn’t really understand the extent of her feelings for him until that very moment. It’s funny how once life gives you a glimpse at what you could miss, everything becomes clear. Hesitation becomes irrelevant and just a hindrance. What a waste.

“Honey, our time is almost up.” Her mother stated to her father, causing Levy to look back and forth between them. No, they can’t leave, not when they just got here.

“Where are you going? Please, don’t leave me.” She croaked, more tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

With a soft pat on the head, her father kissed her head once again. “We’re not the only ones who wanted to see you, plus we will see each other again. Promise.”

They hugged once more, before stepping away from their daughter. “We love you, Levy and remember the choice is yours.” They faded out, Levy crumbling to her knees as a sudden wave of fatigue washed over her. Thinking it better to just lay down in the meadow before fainting and hitting the ground hard, she let her eyelids close.

Waking up again, she was surprised to find herself this time in a forest reclined against the trunk of a tree. The sky was dark with the stars and moon shining brightly in the sky. The familiar sound of a fire, urge her to get up and walk towards it, the popping sound getting louder as she approached what looked like a small campsite. The trees opened up to a small circular area with four logs positioned around the bonfire. One man sat on one of the logs with his back facing her, his presence screaming importance and intimidation.

“Well are you gonna keep standing there or are you gonna come and take a seat?” The man’s voice was deep and it sounded as if it rumbled from his chest like thunder. She let out a small squeak as she hurried to take a seat on a log across from him.

A gasp slipped from her lips as she realized who exactly she sat across from and who else wanted to see her. The campfire was just low enough for them to see each other, while still illuminating their features. A sly smirk curled the old man’s lips exposing pointed fangs at the look of realization and shock on her face. Short grey almost platinum hair brushed his broad shoulders, shaping his angular jaw. Deep red eyes, glued her to her seat as she tried to even her breathing.

“You’re…..Metalicana, aren’t you?” She didn’t even need to ask, him and Gajeel were almost the spitting image of each other. The pictures in the books clearly didn’t do him justice either and also didn’t show the many piercings he had. He and Gajeel had similar piercings decorating his face, ears, and arms.

“And, you must be the little thing that has my son wrapped around you’re little finger.” He quirked a pierced eyebrow at her, as if challenging her to say otherwise. “Let’s have a chat, shall we?”

A/N: PAPA METALICANA HAS ARRIVED ON THE SCENE! I've been planning their interaction from the very beginning, so i cannot wait for you guys to read the next update! (Yes, I've been planning for Levy to almost die just for them talk. I'm evil i know.) :D

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DOTW 12 Full

Waking too a steady and rhythmic beeping, Eren groggily groaned at the world. He felt like absolute fucking shit. A cool hand came down to rest on his forehead "Eren? Sweet heart?" "W-water..." "Here honey. Let me help you" A straw was pressed to his lips, Eren taking a deep sip. His mouth felt all furry and gross. Letting straw fall from between his lips, he blinked at Hanji, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes "What happened?" "You had a bad heat and collapsed, do you remember?" He remembered fucking up and throwing himself at Levi... with everything that happened with Marco and Jean, he'd hit meltdown and climbed into Levi's lap. Ruining everything they'd built up between them. Hurting the alpha and losing his virginity in the process. Levi had been so kind and soft. So sweet and it'd felt amazing at the time. Until he woke up and realised what he'd done to the man. He liked Levi. But he'd stupidly ruined it all. Fresh tears rolled down his face "I remember my birthday and coming home" "Oh sweetie. Shhh... its not all that bad" "I... hurt Levi" Starting to sob in earnest, Hanji climbed up into bed with him. Rolling him up to her, she crooned softly "He was so nice to me... w-what h-have I d-done?" "Hey... out of everyone in the world you could have slept with, you chose an alpha that really cares about you" "I've n-never done an-anything like before... and n-now I've r-ruined everything" "You haven't ruined everything. I promise you that. Levi was beside himself worried about you. I promise you, he really cares about you. Eren, have you never had sex before?" "N-no" He was far too miserable to be embarrassed "Z-Zeke s-said it was dirty and wrong" "It's not dirty and wrong. What about your heats? You've touched yourself before? You know you can't help but feel the need too" "I... I don't... it's wrong" Hanji let out a small sigh "Ok. Ok, I understand. You didn't do anything wrong. You're ok. Just a little bit of dehydration and exhaustion. We gave you a sedative so you'd sleep through it all. But I imagine you feel a bit gross?" Now that she mentioned is, he did. Hanji was probably laying in a pool of slick "Yeah..." "Alright. How about we get you unhooked? Then you can take a shower in the staff showers. It's much nicer in there, and I've got my stuff in my locker" "Am... am I allowed?" "Of course you are. No one's going to say no to me. Also, Mike's on, and even if you don't remember him, he knows all about the precious omega I'm lucky enough to have living with me" "I'm not precious. I'm a... I'm bad" "No, honey" "I am. I hurt Levi. I didn't save my mum from my dad! Zeke left me... I'm bad" "Sweetheart, this is just your after heat blues talking. You're not bad. You're beautiful and kind. A hot shower and some chocolate will make everything seem much better" With legs as shaky as a new born foal, Hanji helped him into the staff locker room. Supplying him with a soap and change of clothes, he figured he must have been in hospital for a little while. Either that, or Hanji was scarily prepared "I'm just going to let Moblit know you're awake. He's been worried about you. The showers are just in there. Take as long as you need" "Thank you..." "It's ok. No ones going to interrupt you, and everything will be ok" * Coming out of his rut, Levi couldn't stop thinking of what had happened with Eren. Moblit had looked ready to deck him, carrying the omega up to his room while Hanji supported him up to the bathroom. Showering only made him feel worse. He wanted to revel in Eren's scent, his omegas scent... but after what he'd done... Hanji had called Erwin, sitting him down, bundling him in a blanket and forcing him to drink a god awful cup of tea. Erwin not asking questions as he was driven back home, where his rut kicked in. Filled with self loathing, he didn't want to face the world. His sheets and bed were a filthy disgusting mess. He didn't want to fucking move, but the crust across his skin was driving him crazy. It felt revolting to be laying there in a mess of his own making. Hauling himself from his bed, he staggered into his bathroom. The effects of his rut meant his shower took normal than longer. The bliss from release washed away just as fast as the mess he'd made down the shower floor. He hated being an alpha for this very reason, and having been through yet another rut, it was definitely time to see about being put onto stronger suppressants. A bitter laugh fell from his cracked lips. Eren was supposed to be on suppressants. They hadn't fucking done anything for the kid, but at least he'd been given a contraceptive shot, so nothing would grow from his monumental fuck up. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel the omega moving against him. The warmth and softness of his form as he rode him... the way he called his name and begged for more. The brat probably didn't remember a fucking thing. Fleeing the bathroom, he towelled himself dry, before dressing in loose sweats and an old T-shirt. The roughness of the fabric grating against his overly sensitive skin. Ruts fucking sucked. Despite his lack of hunger, he knew he had to eat, and had to feed Titan. Feeding Titan came first. The fat tom cat was waiting by his bowl, looking up at Levi as if concerned for his humans health. At least someone still wanted to talk to him. Hanji, Moblit, Erwin and Eren would all probably want nothing to do with him. With his lunch, or breakfast, or maybe even dinner made, Levi collapsed down on his sofa. He should have left Eren at the fucking hospital for Hanji to pick up. Picking up his cup of tea, he stared down at the dark liquid. His life had been so simple before Eren came along with his... no. Eren couldn't help it. He was scared. He was hurting. His body betrayed him due to how distraught the whole mess had left him. As the door to his apartment creaked, he couldn't bring himself to look up. The chain had been across, all his friends knew how to get it off, but only one had the stink that Erwin did "Hey, Levi" Sighing, he placed his cup back down. Of course Erwin fucking knew when he'd come out of his rut. The man knew way too fucking much about him. Closing the door softly behind him, his friend walked over and sank down next to him "Hanji, I'm going to put you on speaker phone" Levi's eyes widened. An uncomfortable feeling forming in the base of his stomach. He'd only heard from her once since this all started, and that was to let him know she had to take Eren to hospital "Hey Levi, it's Hanji" He didn't know what he supposed to say "I just wanted to let you know Eren woke up earlier. He was dehydrated, but he's going to be just fine" "Hanji, Levi's a bit out of it" "Levi, I know you're taking this hard but I have something I need to tell you. Eren remembers everything" Fuck... he didn't want the omega not to, but part of him had hoped he wouldn't... that way... maybe... "He's ok. His post heat has hit him pretty hard, but he remembers and he's really upset. He's worried you're going to hate him and that he's hurt you. You two are so alike. He likes you so much, and now he's terrified he's ruined everything between you. We talked a little, and you need to know, he wanted to have sex with you. But he was scared because Zeke has drummed it into his head that it's wrong and dirty. He doesn't even touch himself during his heat because of it. He's been denying his urges, which is probably part of the reason his heats are so erratic. He wanted it, and he wanted you" "He... he was in heat" "Levi, we talked about it at the hospital and then again during the drive home. He told me himself that you're the only alpha he's ever had the feelings for. Please, I know you're hurting and blaming yourself. And I know no matter what I say, you're going to keep on blaming yourself. Just... just don't give up on him because of this. Don't give up on being with him over this. You both like each other, and you might have gone about things a little backwards, but he likes you. You've been able to get through to him when Moblit and I haven't" He'd heard enough. He didn't want Hanji trying to make him feel better, and even if Eren did forgive him, it only proved how broken the brat really was. He'd taken the omega's virginity. Eren who deserved at least a bed with clean sheets and somewhere safe. Not just a hard fuck in the front of his Range Rover. Reaching out, he ended the call. He couldn't deal with this shit. He wanted to fucking scream. "Levi?" "Not now Erwin" "You need to talk to someone" Levi gave a small laugh "About how I violated an omega?" "You know..." "I know what? He's a fucking abuse victim. He was fucking punched in the face not even half an hour before I fucked him. This. I didn't fucking want to get involved with him because I knew he wasn't fucking ready. Zeke's so far into his fucking head, he's trying to suppress his own dynamic... yet I still fucked him. I knotted him without even thinking. If Hanji hadn't organised for his contraceptive shot, I could have got him pregnant. He can't even look after himself. How's he supposed to... no. I can't do this. You need to go" "Levi, you're not to blame" "I fucked him!" "And from Hanji said, Eren feels the exact same way you do! He has feelings for you! He feels like he forced himself on you and that he's hurt you! He might have gone into heat, but he chose to like you before that" "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about" "Don't I?" "He fucking passed out in my arms. He was emotionally exhausted!" "And you know what. Even after knotting him, you didn't force your mark on him. You cleaned him up. You took him home. You admitted what happened and you put him first. You're not a bad person for sleeping with the people you like, and the person who gave his consent. Eren is so stubborn and hot headed. If he hadn't wanted it, he would have found a way to stop you. Hanji told me about his lucid heats. He can function during them. He even used to go to work while in heat. So stop throwing yourself this fucking pity party and go talk to him properly" "Like he's even going to want to see me" "Right now, you're probably the only person he actually wants to see" "Why? I hurt him" "For fucks sake. I'd forgotten how rotten you got after a rut. You know what. There's no point even trying to talk to you when you're like this. I thought we left all this self destructive bullshit in the past. I've done what Hanji asked. Made sure you didn't die or do anything stupid. Now grow a pair and sort this shit out, before you end up hurting him even more" Storming from his apartment, Erwin slammed the door hard enough to scare Titan. The cat flying through the living area and into his bedroom. Even if Eren forgave him. He didn't know how to forgive himself. He... he liked him so fucking much... a feeling he didn't even understand to begin with... where did they go from here? Eren liked him... he liked Eren... they were definitely sexually compatible, but Eren needed time and space to heal... * Hanji had taken time off work to help him with his post heat depression. Most of the time they cuddled on the sofa, binging bad movies and napping together. He didn't feel great, not when Levi was on his mind constantly. Hanji had said she'd talked to Levi, and explained his feelings to him. He still felt guilty. He'd given into his depression and given into his feelings for Levi. He'd acted ever bit the selfish omega he was and let Levi kiss away his worries. Now the alpha wasn't talking to him, or Hanji, or Moblit. He knew Hanji had tried to ring him a couple of times, with no reply. His own phone had been flooded with messages from Marco, apologising for Jean's behaviour and assuring him he was alright. His friend had an allergy to cherries and hadn't realised they were in the fruit cocktails he'd started their night with. Even if Marco said it was his fault for not thinking to ask, he still felt responsible for what happened. His phone was sitting on the coffee table, glaring at him and demanding his attention, while Hanji was cuddling into him as she snored. It would be so easy to let himself fall asleep. It would be easy to spend another day ignoring reality... but... Levi was suffering and he was the one caused it. Plying Hanji off him, the woman grumbled but didn't wake. Slipping from his spot, he grabbed his phone and headed up to his room. Sitting cross legged on his bed, he took a few breaths as he mentally prepared his speech. He could just say "hey, how are you?", because that seemed not enough. He couldn't beg Levi to forgive him. He couldn't ask him out... he was too fucking scared to do that. And having sex had made him realise he really wasn't ready for it. It still felt like he was betraying Zeke... even if it'd felt right being intimate with Levi. He just... he wanted to hear his voice. Throwing his phone, he snatched it up again before he lost his courage. Scrolling through his contacts, he pulled up Levi's name, realising this was first time he'd ever actually called the alpha... he didn't even call Marco. Hanji and Moblit was it... pressing the device to his ear, his heart was racing at it rang... and rang... and rang... he was right. Levi didn't want to know him. He'd hurt him too badly and the man had abandoned him. Listening to Levi's prerecorded voice message, he let out a shaky breath "Um... Levi... it's me. Uh, Eren. I um... I'm sorry. I really like you. And I don't, um, regret what we did... I just, regret I hurt you. You... mean a lot to me and I've never done anything like that before, but I think the reason it happened was because it's you. I'm sorry. I like you. I like you so much... but I'm so fucked up. I don't blame you for hating me... I'm so sorry" His shaky breathing turned into sobbing. Ending the call, he threw it across his room. That was it. Levi wouldn't come back for him. Just like Zeke hadn't really been there on his birthday. His brother had forgotten all about him because he was too much trouble... and now he'd spelt with an alpha he wasn't even bonded with. Oh... Oh God... What if Zeke found out? Zeke would go after Levi. Levi wouldn't even know what he'd done wrong. Fuck... he couldn't tell Levi to watch out, because the alpha wasn't talking to him. Stumbling off his bed, he nearly broke his neck rushing down the stairs and face planting off them. The thud loud enough to wake Hanji "Eren?" Her voice was sleepy, pushing back the blankets she rose to her feet "Are you ok?" Gathering himself up, he shook his head "I forgot... I wasn't safe... Hanji, you need to call Levi. You need to make sure he's ok" Hanji frowned. Taking him by the arm, she lead him over to the sofa, where she pushed him. Sitting on the coffee table, Hanji took his hands in hers, checking for injuries "I'm sure he's alright" "No... Hanji, I wasn't thinking about Zeke" "Eren. I have no idea what you're talking about" "Zeke. If he thinks Levi did something, he'll go after him" "Oh honey..." "I know what you think, but Zeke is protective. He's had alphas hurt for getting close to me before. I can't let him hurt Levi because of me. Please. Please call him" "Eren, Zeke is gone. You haven't seen him since he left you in hospital" "I... I have. He told me I need to stay here. That means he knows I'm here. He knows about all of you. He can be dangerous when it comes to me. He's the one who put Bertholdt in hospital. Please..." "You've seen him?" "J-just once... he told me he'd come back when it was safe" "And you're not lying?" "No! Not about this. Please Hanji, he needs to be careful" "Levi can take care of himself. He's tough" "But Zeke has contacts and I can't tell him... Levi won't answer if it's from me" "You're really worried for him, aren't you?" "Yes" The word was said with so much force and conviction, Eren surprised himself. Yes. A million times yes "I think he'll be working, so I'll call Erwin. They should be together" The well of hope he felt at Hanji's words ebbed away when he realised that she was also calling Erwin because Levi probably wouldn't answer a call from her either. He'd ruined things between Levi and Hanji. Jean had been more right than he'd known. He was a jinx. He was bad luck and deserved to be left behind. Taking her phone out, Eren wiped at his eyes now his hands were free. He felt so nervous he was sure he would either vomit or pass out. Holding the device out, Hanji put it on speaker. The rings agonisingly repeating until Erwin answered "Hanji? What's up?" "Hey Erwin, I need a favour. Is Levi there with you?" "Yeah, we're on shift. Is everything ok?" The sigh of relief left him feeling deflated "Look. Eren's worried that Zeke is going to go after Levi. He also warned me that he's more than willing to hurt people, even those he's close to. Can you let know not to approach Zeke if he seems him?" "I've got you on speaker" "Thanks Erwin, he's really shaken by this and is worried about Levi's safety" "I'll keep an eye out while we're at work... but hasn't Zeke been gone for months" "Eren's seen him since he left him. Something he's only just decided to tell me about..." There was no mistaking that tone. He was definitely going to get it once Hanji got off the phone "He has?" "Yep. And of course, we have no idea where Zeke is. Both of you should stay safe and keep an eye out" "We will. Thanks Hanji, and thanks for letting us know, Eren" He didn't know what he needed thanking for. He'd done this to all of them. Ending the call, Hanji placed the phone down next to her "I think we need to have a little talk" Glumly, he nodded "You're going to make me tell, aren't you?" "Yeah, I'm sorry. But if people we love are in danger, I need to know what's going on" "And if I tell you... do you promise not to leave me" Climbing from the coffee table, Hanji wrapped her arms around him "Sweet heart. I am not going anywhere. Ok" "But do you promise?" "Pinky promise" Eren's lip trembled, if Zeke knew he told, he'd never forgive him... but if he didn't tell, then they could get hurt "What... what do you want to know?" "How did Zeke come into your life? You love and rely on him so much, so why are you scared of him?" Pulling his legs up, he rested his head on Hanji's shoulder "Please don't tell" It was more like, please don't tell Levi. He didn't want the alpha hating him even more "I won't" "He saved me" "I've heard you say that before" "Because he did... I ended up in a really bad home, who hurt me. That's how I got the scars on my ankles. They'd taken me to hospital and they didn't know what to do with me. I couldn't even talk, but Zeke came in one day. He didn't know he had a little brother until the authorities tracked him down and he became my legal guardian. He punished the people who hurt me, because the police didn't... he showed me photos of their bodies and promised he would always keep me safe... but we had to keep our heads down... we couldn't draw attention to ourselves. I didn't know anything. He taught me. He taught me to cook and clean. He stayed with me through all the nightmares and helped me learn to speak for myself again. He'd kiss me and hold me tight, and let me sleep with him when I was scared. Clean me up when I hurt myself during my heats. He trained me how to be normal and good. He showed me what to do and told me how I need to pay my way through life. A real adult doesn't not pay rent or for food or bills. All I had to do was be good. And I tried so hard to be good for him. A few months after we moved here, Reiner and Bertholdt moved in. They're both really scary... and could easily take Zeke... but he had something on them that kept them loyal. He made them get jobs at the club so I'd be safe to dance, because he knew how much I love it. Then... then I fucked it all up. I got drunk because I was feeling trapped and Zeke was gone. I climbed on the balcony rail because I wanted to fly. and when I jumped back down, I rolled my ankle... that's why Zeke took me to hospital. He was always there for me Hanji. He kept me safe from them. He killed to keep me safe. How could I betray him. I love him! I love him and he left me" Clutching at Hanji, he wailed. He didn't know if he'd told her enough, but he just couldn't tell her anymore about his past "He'd hurt alphas who took too much interest in me. He burnt down the club! I know it was him! He came and told me stay here and not cause trouble. But I did! And now Levi could get hurt!" "Shhh, ok. Ok honey, you've said enough. You're ok..." "I'm sorry!" "Shhhh. You're not responsible for Zeke's actions, and Zeke won't hurt Levi. Not if he loves you like you say he does" "I miss him. I knew what to do when I was with him. I don't know what to do anymore" "I know you don't. I know, but you told me and I'm still here" "You can't look into my past. If they find out... it's not safe. Promise me you won't!" "I told you before I wouldn't" "Please Hanji! I can't lose you! Not you or Moblit!" "We're fine. We're all fine... shhh" Crying himself out of tears, he fell asleep on the sofa. * Levi took Hanji's phone call with a grain of sand. His heart had momentarily raced over the fact Eren was so worried about him, but his anger at himself cut down the feelings blooming from the omega's words. After it, Erwin had spent the rest of their shift monitoring his every action. He knew Zeke was obsessed with Eren, but he'd honestly thought the alpha had abandoned him. The fact Eren said nothing about having seen his brother left him angered. He'd had so many opportunities, and to him it felt like he was throwing the fact Hanji and Moblit had taken him in, back in their faces. He didn't want to be angry at Eren, but how could he not be when the kid wouldn't tell them anything. Checking his phone after work, he sighed when he saw the missed call from Eren. It would be so easy to ignore it. Pretend he never got it, or that Erwin must have deleted it. He knew he that everything other than listening would be taking the cowards way out. Clicking the message, he raised the device to his ear "Um... Levi... it's me. Uh, Eren. I um... I'm sorry. I really like you. And I don't, um, regret what we did... I just, regret I hurt you. You... mean a lot to me and I've never done anything like that before, but I think the reason it happened was because it's you. I'm sorry. I like you. I like you so much... but I'm so fucked up. I don't blame you for hating me... I'm so sorry" The brat sounded to broken. His words fell between sobs as he voice crack with emotion. It must have taken Eren all the courage in the world to reach out and call him, and all because he was worried about him. Levi felt like an even bigger arsehole. This broken and pitiful creature had more courage than any of the alphas he knew, combined. Eren openly admitted he liked him. That he had wanted him. That he didn't regret having sex with him. That was convinced he hated him. The pit in his gut seemed to widen to a chasm. He didn't hate Eren. He was frustrated and annoyed and angry and probably a thousand other emotions when it came to him, but he didn't hate him. He couldn't hate him. The kid was brave and fiery, or broken and sobbing, his emotions like a yoyo, but even so, both sides were still Eren. And he liked him. Even knowing that he had no real idea what he'd be getting into if he took that next step and told him. He'd liked Eren from the very first time they'd met. When Eren had called him constipated and spat out horribly bad pick-up lines. But Hanji had said he'd been abused, and when he'd Zeke all over him, he'd known it to be true. Now the kid was free of his abusers, he wanted Eren to grow and rediscover himself. He was going to therapy, which was huge, and he hadn't wanted to do anything that would jeopardise that. Fuck. He needed to talk to him. He couldn't turn back time and undo what they'd done... but he could talk to him.

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End of Me ~ Part 3 (Bucky Barnes)

A/N: Hope you guys like this part, I enjoyed writing the fluff. Please let me know what you think!! I’m a sucker for comments hahah (There is Russian in this part and i’m sorry if its totally wrong, I tried my best.... You will definitely find out what it all means in the next part though, I PROMISE) If you wanted to be TAGGED, Please leave a comment :D

Words: 5667 (Sorry, Not sorry)

Warning: Fluff, Fluff and Bucky trying to be Fluffy.

Summary: Calin’s demon finally makes an appearance, and one super solider gets in the way to help bring her back to reality.

Part 1 // Part 2

It had been a long night, the longest she had experienced in quite awhile actually. It reminded her of those nights in the facility, where the screaming echoed off the concrete walls amplifying the noises. Where the crying from the other kids seeped into her brain, despite how hard she held her hands over her ears. Willing… pleading for the world to go silent, even if it was just for a moment, just so she could close her eyes.

She had been laying on Steve's floor staring up at the ceiling, listening to him snore softly. Calin envied him, how easily he found sleep. Even in the near silence of his room, she couldn't even dream of catching a wink. Every time she shut her eyes visions would plague her, images of Bucky, Steve, of Wanda and Bruce. Her imagination did not discriminate on who it picked to torture her with. Cause the flashes of images always ended the same, with the Avengers dead and their blood on her hands.

Sitting up from the floor, Calin ran a tired hand through her hair, before pulling it up in a messy bun. She knew her demon was the cause of the vivid imagery. It had seemed to find some foothold in her subconscious and it didn't want to let go. For over six years Calin had fought with her inner self, pushed her down, kept her buried under good memories she had started to form. But six years was to long for her demon she supposed, it wanted out, it wanted blood. Afterall it was use to coming out several times a week, back at the height of her treatments. There might have been restraints involved, but it still got to breathe some fresh air.

The plan was to wear Calin down until she couldn't fight it anymore. Once all her resolve was gone, it would have total control. And total control meant being able to do whatever the hell it wanted.

Letting out a shaky breath, Calin rose to her feet. Quietly creeping over to Steve's desk, she scribbled out a note stating she was alright and that she would meet them in the med bay later. She had to mentally prepare for the onslaught of tests Bruce had been hankering to perform. The man had been curious about her since she walked into the tower six years ago.

Calin didn't have high hopes for there to actually be a fix to this nightmare better known as her mind. There were only a few things that could be done at this point. They could either restrain her somewhere so her demon could make a very dramatic entrance like it always liked to do, or they could kill her. Preferably not the latter, death was something she begged for when she was with HYDRA, but she didn't want to give up the people who slowly became her family here at the tower. They were her everything, despite her best attempts not to show it.

The thought of letting her demon out made her cringe though. It was a violent experience, at least for herself. The event draining her already depleted energy to the point where it was like she was paralyzed. Awake and aware of what was happening, but unable to do much about it. Not that it mattered back then, she enjoyed the reprieve. To make the situation worse Calin really didn't know how long it would take to fight her way back into control this time. This thing had been lying dormant for years, so the possibility of herself not even coming back was a reality. So in the end death might be the only option, either at her own hands or one of her friends.

Groaning softly, she made her way out of Steve's room, ever so gently shutting the door behind herself. Knowing his super soldier hearing would pick up on the lock latching if she wasn't careful. She merely wanted a morning of peace to herself, knowing it was Saturday, most everyone was sleeping in after a busy week of training and missions. Tony and Bruce wouldn't be up until about eight as usual, so she had a few hours before good old Steve Rogers blew her in for last night's discussions.

Calins feet absentmindedly carried her down the hallway, the morning sun creeping in through the windows basking the walls in a soft orange glow. She had expected to be alone but when she plowed into a large mass, regret flooded her like a levy snapping in two.

She stumbled slightly, a strong metal hand coming out and taking hold of her elbow, steadying her form. Bucky had been up early, pacing the entire length of the hall in front of Steve's room, waiting patiently for someone to get up. He had to stop himself from smashing the door down several times just wanting to rip this God forsaken band aid off. All he wanted was a chance to apologize, to see her smile, and to hold her again.

“Sorry.” Her voice was weak as she took her arm from his grip. Not even looking up at him, knowing if she even glanced into those steely blue orbs, she'd fall right back into the trap known as Bucky Barnes. Like some mindless bug heading straight for the beautiful light of a bug zapper.

“It's ok.” He added cautiously, seeing how distant she was trying to be. Calin wouldn't even look at him, her gaze solely fixed on the hardwood floor. His heart tightened painfully in his chest, seeing what he had done to them, what he did to their relationship.

Without thinking he found his left hand gently raising up, his metal fingers smoothing against the skin of her cheek, an action that he was so use to doing with his girl. The feel of hot flesh against cold vibranium, sending a wave of pleasure shooting through his body. Oh how he missed touching her, feeling her with something that should not even be able to distinguish between materials. Yet here he was, using the pad of his thumb to trace her cheek, feeling every inch of her soft, supple skin beneath him.

He was surprised she didn't pull back from his touch, knowing how upset she was with him. It had taken Bucky so very long to gain every bit of trust she had to offer, that he was certain he'd had lost a good part of it, especially because Calin was someone who didn't forgive or forget easily.

It had taken two years of patient trust building to even able to brush his hand against her own without there being a panic look spreading across her face. From there he slowly allowed his actions to become more intimate and less friend like, trying to show her how he truly felt. It amused Bucky to see how oblivious she was at times. Letting his hand linger on the small of her back as they walked out of a room, how Bucky tried to catch her hand to pull her into a hug, all those things and many more seemed to go right over her head. Even Steve caught onto Bucky's lame attempts at woohing her. Only laughing, remembering how easy Bucky had it back in the day when it came to women. However things needed to be spelled out for Calin, in big bold letters, and in part Bucky knew it was because of her time with HYDRA.

But the girl was like a safe with the lock rusted shut, if it were to open it would need to be pried. She never spoke about her time in Moscow, never hinted at how long she had been held captive, or the things they did to her. It didn't take a brainyak to figure that she was probably tortured, it was HYDRA’s preferred method of captivity afterall. Whenever they spent time cuddled next to one another on the couch he used to pan her face discretely. Looking for scars or burns, anything to let him know what she had been through. He was thankful he didn't see any, and he silently hoped those ass holes spared her of the same pain they put him through.

In truth, that was part of the reason he never told Calin how he truly felt. Over the years she had put on a good front of healing, but every once in awhile flickers of her old terrified self would resurface. Anything regarding physical interactions still scared her especially when Steve or himself weren't nearby, she would flinch away from high-fives from Sam, cringe almost painfully if someone accidentally brushed up against her. He watched her more times than he'd care to count clutching the fabric of one of her sweatshirts, as if she was trying to shield away any unwanted attention. Bucky was already pushing his luck in that department, and figured it was safer to stay in the ‘friendzone’ as Wanda called it.

He knew she was not ready for a relationship when his feelings had developed, she had barely had a hold on friendships at the time. Hell, when he first got out of HYDRA’s grip he certainly wasn't anywhere close to being ready for a relationship. He had to focus solely on himself, and that's what Bucky tried to do for Calin. But Calin was never one to stick to the plans. She seemed to have helped Bucky more so, especially when his nightmares crept back. Which only made his love for the girl stronger.

Bucky sighed contently, continuing to let his fingers run against her skin. She remained quiet and unmoving, her eyes still not finding the courage to look up at him. After a few moments he felt her tilt her head into the palm of his hand, trying to gain more contact. Calin was fighting an internal battle, one wanting her to lash out at Bucky, wanting to yell and scream, telling him he had no right to touch her. However, the bigger, weaker side of herself was enjoying his fingers far too much. Her body missing the cool of the metal that always seemed to send a surge of peace through herself, calming all the frayed nerves that were just waiting to be lit up again.

“Can we talk?” Those three little words were all it took to break Calin out of the trance though. The three fucking words that brought this whole Bucky debacle upon herself weeks ago.

Her lip curled up in disgust, pulling away from his ministrations as if they scalded her skin. “You want to talk? Didn't you already do that?” Calin snapped harshly, stepping back a few feet to put distance between the two of them. “You wanted nothing to do with me Bucky, so why should I even consider listening to a word you have to say now?”

Bucky didn't know what hurt worse, that he had opened his big mouth, ruining their perfectly blissful encounter. Or the way Calins eyes glared with utter hatred at him, an anger swirling dangerously close to the surface of those hazel eyes. He swallowed thickly, uncertain how to respond. This was not how he had planned to patch things up with his girl, so he was at a loss currently. His brain spinning with ideas that certainly would piss her off even further, which was not the goal. ‘Calin’ and ‘pissed’ were never words that should be used in the same sentence, because when she was angry she became a totally different person.

So instead of making matters worse, Bucky's eyes softened, and settled with a matter of fact statement. “I miss you.”

Her mouth opened and shut promptly, clearly not expecting to hear those words. No, in truth Calin expected him to just give her more reasons as to why he couldn't spend time with her.

“What?” She furrowed her brows, still confused.

Bucky gave a weak smile seeing how flustered she became. “I miss you Calin.” He stated again, this time reaching his hand back out to her cheek. Wanting nothing more than to feel that blissful blistering heat against him.

However it never made it close, Calin hitting his arm away from herself. “You don't get to do this Bucky, you don't get to fuck with me like this. I've done everything you've ever asked of me, I tried to be a friend to you and you basically threw me away.” Calin was angry again, her emotions so heightened that it took hardly anything to upset her. “Believe me I know I'm fucked up, and I'm hardly worth the time you've spent with me, but that day… it felt.” Calin swallowed thickly, her hand tightening into a fist at her side, her knuckles turning a ghostly shade of white. “You know what, forget it.”

Taking a steadying breath, Calin looked over the man before her, eyes panning his face searching for anything. She wasn't even quite sure what she was looking for to be honest. A sign? Some kind of blinding light pointing her in the right direction? All she got was Bucky Barnes staring at her, in all his wayward puppy dog glory.

She needed to go.

Turning on her heels she started her way back towards Steve's room. Leaving Bucky right where he stood, leaving him just like he had left her. But she wasn't expecting Bucky to move just a quick, reaching out, wrapping his fingers around her wrist tightly. The act, so innocent yet so familiar. Flooding her mind with memories of how the guards use to grab her flailing body as they dragged her down the dark musty hallways. How their hands, nearly twice the size of her own at the time crushed her wrist with little effort, only the reverberating sound of snapping bone making them release the tension a bit. How when they learned of her powers, they caged her hands together with vibranium binding, only to then drag her kicking and screaming down the hall by a chain like some animal.

The images flashed before her like a movie, and it was one of those moments when time seemed to stop all together. Seconds felt like hours, as she stood there unmoving, feeling a surge of energy hit her consciousness. It knocked her, shook her mind so powerfully Calin knew exactly what was happening. Her other half found it's chance and was not wasting the opportunity. In these times Calin usually accepted it, almost wanting her to make an appearance. Now… oh no, now was not the time. She may hate Bucky at the moment but she would never willing wish for him to be in harm's way and harm's fucking way was exactly what he was in currently.

Biting down on her lip Calin screamed painfully, trying with all her might to keep it at bay. Pushing it back down in the depths of her mind, but it had other plans.

The feeling could be equated to a tidal wave, hitting her at full force causing her to lose her mental footing. Sending Calin falling into an icy pit of darkness that was so thick it made it nearly impossible to move or fight back. Her arms weighed down, so heavy and cumbersome that it felt like she was drowning.

This had never happened quite like this before. Calin had always been a willing participant in the change over. No, this was like that movie Bucky had made her watch, the one with the spartans. One swift kick to the chest and she was falling into a seemingly endless pit of pitch black nothingness, while her other half watched from above. A grin tugging at the corners of her own lips, giving a parting wave. Before Calins body slammed agonizingly into the rough bottom of the pit.

Bucky…

The mere thought of him had her starting to panic. He was in the real world dealing with her other half, her demon right now . Nobody had ever seen it, or dealt with it, she could have already killed half the people in the tower by now. Time didn't work the same being trapped inside the mind, so what felt like minutes could actually be days. So the longer she didn't fight, the more time she let her demon go on its rampage.

She struggled desperately, pulling herself to her feet, hobbling around the circular pit, her arms clawing at anything that would bring her back into control. There was nothing, no holds, no footings, nothing. There had always been something to cling to, something to climb her way back up. Frankly she had never been put here, she usually had one hand on the wheel with her demon, seeing what was going on. Now… not so much.

“возвращайся ко мне.” It was a soft distant voice that called out. Causing her struggling body to stop for a moment, listening.

“Любовь моя, пожалуйста.” Again the voice sounded, pleading to her almost.The noise reverberating off the walls of her mind. Making Calin look around frantically, trying to figure out where it was coming from.

A quiet sob left her lips when her eyes panned upward following the sound, seeing the tiny spec of light. It was so very far away, but she knew that's where the voice was coming from, she knew that's the direction she needed to go in order to take control again.

Wading over to the darkened wall, she pounded her fist violent against the barrier. Her limbs feeling uncomfortably heavy with each swing she took. Hours, it had begun to feel like hours had passed, her hands raw from the continuous barrage but her efforts getting her no closer to Bucky… just more exhausted. And the more tired she was, the longer this processes would last.

“Bucky! You fucking leave him alone.” Calin shouted loudly, rage clear in her voice as it bounced off the walls. But when nothing happened, and the light remained out of reach she choked back a pained whimper. Resting her forehead on the cold surface, her hands splayed out beside her. “Please… just leave him alone, leave them all alone.”

Turning around, she let her back hit the wall before sinking down to the floor. The air getting thicker, the darkness wrapping itself around her limbs pulling her back. Coxing her into a state of acceptance. It wanted her stuck there, just like Calin had done to it. It was gonna keep her trapped for as long as it could, make up for lost time.

“пожалуйста.” That last word, Calin could finally tell it was Bucky’s voice, pleading.

It was Russian, but she knew he was asking her, please. The sound echoing in her mind, stirring up all the things that could be happening to him at this moment. Things that were even worse than her time with HYDRA no doubt. She'd bare every torturous minute back in that facility, just to save him. Save him from herself.

With that thought it felt like she was shot out of a cannon. Body flinging up into the air and out of the hole she was pushed into. Bypassing the climbing option all together.

Calin landed on the ground violently, her breathing ragged as she lay there for a moment. The heat from her breath fanning out against the cold floor, fogging it a little. Vision blurry, her eyes blinked back the haze, trying to see clearly. Her body still shaking and exhausted from the fight it just went through. However Calin was unsure of what was going on or where she was at the moment. She supposed it was another level of her mind, the next barrier between her and her demon. Or she could be back in the real world, but that seemed way to easy.

“Cal….” She lifted her head slightly, seeing that she was actually back in the hallway.

Bucky was laying on the ground beside her, blood dripping from his nose and a large gouge in his cheek. He was staring at her like he had just seen a ghost. His hand gently rubbing his throat, the skin raw looking. In truth he had never witnessed anything quite like that before.

“D-did I hurt you?” Calin asked shakily, her voice quivering in fear. Worried that she hurt him badly. “Did I hurt anyone?”

Pushing herself up onto her hands, she dragged herself towards him cautiously. Keeping a slight buffer zone, uncertain as to how Bucky was going to react. She was surprised he didn't run off screaming, or better yet, find the nearest phone to call Fury. He was always waiting for something like this to happen.

Instead after a few breathless moments of staring, Bucky moved towards her effortlessly. Pulling her weak body into his arms and onto his lap, cradling her against his chest. “No, I'm fine.” He finally spoke, his voice lower than usual. “You're my Calin right, you're my best girl?” Bucky asked, needing to be reassured that she was back. Actually back.

Calin wasn't lying when she said her powers were better left unknown. It only took a split second and the girl he loved had turned into a unrecognizable monster. Eyes dark as a stormy night, swirling with a mixture of hatred and rage. Whatever it was, listened to no reason and was clearly out for blood. It had attacked Bucky so violently that he wasn't sure what to do. It was Calins body, but her mind, the things that made Calin herself were no longer there.

She sure as hell didn't pull punches either, picking him up like he weighed nothing, sending him straight into the nearest wall. His body crushing the drywall like paper, and destroying Tony's one of a kind desk to the point where it wouldn't even be useful for kindling. The commotion was loud enough that it had stirred several people, Steve included. But he told them to stay back, not wanting anyone else to get involved. That's when he began to plead with her.

Bucky knew she could understand Russian, she had caught him whispering it to her one night when he had thought she was asleep. It was little words, a poem, nothing major but the sheepish grin that pulled on her lips gave it away. Calin said she understood it but didn't know how to speak it well, so he was hoping this shared memory would trigger her to come back to him.

He whispered and pleaded as the girl focused her attention on him again, lifting him up without even touching him. A swirl of black smoke engulfing his body slowly. The final, please, seemed to grab her though. The black in her eyes flickering back and forth between her hazel ones, before she shook her head violently. Yelling out in disgust, clearly upset with what was happening. Calins hands moved, dropping him to the ground with a loud thud as she screamed out louder, the sound so guttural that it had him wincing before the darkness completely dissipated. Her body collapsing soon after.

“I didn't mean to do that.” Her scared voice brought Bucky back to reality. Causing him to pull her tighter to his chest. His head leaning down to rest against her. “You h-have to believe m-me.”

She looked exhausted, as his metal hand came to sooth her cheek. “Its ok, I have you now. I've got you Cal.” He whispered, gently wiping away the stray tears that began to roll down her face. She never cried, never in the whole time he'd known her. So Bucky knew this was serious, and it made his chest tighten painfully. He was at a loss, and it killed him to think he couldn't do anything to put Calin at ease.

He felt her arms wrap around him, burying her face into the front of his shirt. His eyes looking over her tired form, seeing most of the team standing there silently with looks of both shock and concern.

The hall was a war zone of drywall bits and over turned furniture. Broken glass dotted the floor, a clear reminder she had literally shattered every window in sight with little more than a flick of her finger.

After a few hesitant minutes, Bucky saw Steve inch his way closer, hands out in surrender. “Buck… I think we should get you two to the med bay.” His voice remained calm as he spoke, not wanting to startle the girl who was plastered to his best friends chest. “Calin? What do you think kid. Can you do that for us?” Steve addressed her this time, seeing her back quack beneath her sweatshirt.

Calin swallowed thickly, listening to her friend, her fingers bunching in the fabric of Bucky's shirt. “Y-yeah.”

Shifting ever so slowly till she was sitting up, Calin viciously wiped at her tear stain cheeks. Feeling Bucky’s hand gently rest on her back to keep her steady.

“Can you guys give us a second?” Bucky asked, as he rubbed circles into her back calmingly. His eyes looking over the crowd that was still congregating in the hall. Wanda and Nat looked the most upset, and if he didn't say anything the two would try to be right over here. Bucky knew Calin wouldn't want that attention. It was a sign of weakness to her, and she hated to seem weak.

He could sense the shame and embarrassment rolling off her in waves just sitting there. Watching as her heavy lidded eyes scanned the destruction she had left behind. Bucky didn't want her to stress out further, that was the last thing they all needed at the moment.

“No problem.” Steve nodded his head at his friend before turning around. “Lets go people, back to bed.” He motioned with his arms, making everyone slowly make their way back towards their rooms. His head turning back once to check on them before he disappeared behind his door. Out of sight but still within earshot incase a situation came up again.

Leaving Bucky alone with Calin.

She had said nothing, her eyes blankly staring out at the Bucky sized hole in Tony's wall. An ache in her chest forming, thinking about what she probably did to him that did that kind of damage.

“Hey, I'm fine.” Bucky smoothed her hair, knowing that Calin was dwelling on what had just happened. Ever since she sat up her eyes hadn't left the hole in the wall. But when his words didn't seem to pull her from her thoughts, his hand came up, timidly moving her chin so she was eye to eye with him. “Cal… I'm more worried about you darling. I know I shouldn't have grabbed you like that, it was stupid on my part.”

“It.. it reminded me of how the guards used to grab me.” She says absentmindedly, her gaze dropping to her wrists that were covered by the sleeves of the sweatshirt. “They broke my wrists a couple times…” Her voice was small, as she slid the fabric up slightly. Bucky's eyes settling on the faded scares that adorned the inside of her wrists. They were relatively small in size and if she hadn't drawn attention to them he would have never even known.

With slow calculating movements Bucky took one of her hands in his own, bringing her wrist to his lips. Kissing the soft blistering flesh ever so gently wishing he could take all that pain away with it.

This was big for him, in two ways. One, Calin had just willing told him something about her past. A topic that had been tight lipped from the moment she arrived at the tower. Even though it angered him to know someone manhandled her so hard they snapped her wrist. It was quite a feet to be honest, since Calin was no weakling. And two, he had just kissed her. It may have been innocently placed on her wrist, but it was all he could ever ask for. A chance… one moment to show her what she meant to him. That he loved her too Goddamn much to lose her.

Bucky's hand continued to make small circles on her back, his eyes watching her carefully. She seemed lost, her fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of her fraying sweatshirt. Picking at the loose strings over and over again.

“It's gonna happen again.” Her voice broke the silence after a few minutes. It was hoarse, as if she had just spent the last hour screaming.

Furrowing his brows Bucky stiffened, “Now?” He cautiously asked, hoping it wasn't the case. Her powers were beyond whatever his super soldier abilities could handle. She'd crush him with little more than a blink of an eye.

Letting out a small breath, Calin shook her head before glancing up at Bucky. “No.” Her eyes panned his tired drawn in face, the scruff on his face heavier than normal. The large gash she put in the side of his cheek still bleeding, leaving trails of crimson liquid running down to his chin. “I'm sorry.” She quietly added, using her sleeve to wipe away the blood. “I was so worried I was going to lose you Bucky. That I wouldn't be able to come back in time to stop myself…”

Another wave of stinging tears threatened to emerge, welling behind her eyes dangerously. But in an instant she felt Bucky's arm tighten around her body. His vibranium fingers dancing softly against the skin of her cheek, making her eyes meet his own again. “I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. If you need to, I will sit right here in this hallway all day with you.” He whispered softly.

She was so close to him, he could smell the sweet scent of green apple from her body spray. It drew him like a month to a burning hot flame. Against his better judgement he moved his face a bit closer to hers, watching for any signs of distress. But when she continued to silently watch, her breathing steady he took his chance. “Can.. Can I kiss you?” He asked for permission first, knowing Calin needed to feel safe. She needed to agree to it before he'd do anything rash.

Narrowing her eyes, she felt her heart begin to race. He was dangerously close, and her mind was swirling. This seemed like some cruel joke to her, having Bucky like this. Maybe she was still trapped in her mind and her demon was giving her something to keep her occupied. If that was the case, why not just play along. Why not just give in… Maybe find some kind of peace? Even if it was just fake.

Calin nodded her head hesitantly, not dropping her gaze. A small smile tugged at Bucky's lips, and his fingers cupped her cheek ever so gently. His movements soft and meticulous as not to startle her. Bucky hesitated only for a second, looking into her eyes trying to read the emotions hidden in them. Searching for any sign that her mind may have changed, but when he was met with nothing, he leaned in closer and let his lips gently brush against Calins. Her eyes fluttered closed instantly at the contact, and Bucky revelled in the heat.

It was a sweet, innocent kiss, and Bucky left it at that. Pulling away just enough so his forehead rested against her own. “I waited too long to do that. I've waited too long for a lot of things Calin. And I need you to know… there was never anyone else. I pulled away ‘cause I thought I was going to hurt you.” Bucky closed his eyes as he spoke, knowing he had to come clean once and for all, to just tell her the truth. This was his shot. “I've been having these nightmares… where I kill you, and I couldn't handle it. I just didn't want them to come true. There's no way I could live with myself if your blood was on my hands.” He breathed out fearfully, both hands cupping her face now. Needing to touch her, needing to show her the fear he had felt when those images flooded his mind.

Calin froze at this words, letting the weight of them sink in. He had pulled away because of nightmares? Almost the same type of nightmares she had been having?

Letting out a huff, Calin shook her head with an annoyed groan. She knew exactly what was going on now, feeling incredibly stupid for not seeing it sooner. Her demon… this was all it's doing. It fucked with Bucky so he'd leave her, and it knew how big of a blow that'd be. It had been the first crack in the impervious armor she had built up over the years. Then to hammer the final nail in the coffin, it conjured up nightmares for Calin as well. Breaking down her walls just enough to slip right through. This was all calculated, planned out so it could escape. The smart little bitch. Calin knew it had been fucking with herself… but to go after someone else… that was new, something that seemed impossible. But the similarities were striking, too coincidental to ignore. It was growing stronger clearly. Which wasn't good.

Seeing how dejected Bucky looked, Calin leaned in and pressed her lips against his softly again. Her body almost needing another taste, just to make sure it was real. Because in truth, she still didn't believe this was actually occurring.

“Let's go find Tony… I think it's time you guys know what happened. At least so you know what you're dealing with.” She murmured against his lips. “I owe it to you.” Closing her eyes, she felt his hands leave her face and carefully found purchase around her waist.

It was time to face the demons of her past and present.

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