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LEVI ACKERMAN X READER - THE REALM'S DIAMOND. [AOT AU]
WORD COUNT - 3,108.
RATING - 18+. [kissing and fingering].
[she also has other pairings thus the hashtags but its mainly levi x reader].
SUMMARY - the annual ball is being held, however this year, many ladies are searching for husbands whereas suitors from all over the world have traveled to find their wife, you as the main suitress have trouble finding the perfect man, along with finding it difficult to leave the past in the past.
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If you said it out loud, you would have certainly been called a brat, but, belonging to the richest family in the du Aurous country had meant that at a very specific and early time, you’d have to be married off to start a family but before start a union with one of the dozens of suitors who travel to the annual ball held in the Capital City, van Diamanten.
Twenty-three and unmarried, beautiful and wealthy, your parents were in a rush to have you engaged to one of the men who had thought they were good enough to pursuit you; it’s not like your parents would give you off to anyone, they had adored you and would want you to marry the best option under the roof, yet, you had wished that your brother was here to accompany you, but he had been in a business trip in Boston, so he couldn’t be here to cheer you up and make you laugh.
You had belonged to the van Richesse family, your family had been the first founding family of the du Aurous country, [which had meant country of Gold], and every year the country held a ball to celebrate the day the country was founded, your father, the duke of du Aurous, believed that the ball was the perfect time for you to meet your future spouse.
Your father had given the idea for other families in du Aurous to have their daughters find a wealthy or high-status husband to marry; even though there were hundreds of daughters looking to be married off, you were the main focus of tonight, in relations to the fact that you were currently the richest heiress and stunning, many men had wanted to present themselves to you and pursue a relationship.
By the Queen of du Aurous you were given the title of the “Realm’s Diamond” when you reached fourteen, you were an Ace, you were gorgeous, you could play the piano, write, read, sing, ride horses, paint, moreover, use a bow and arrow, majority of these was due to the pressure of your mother, she had wanted the perfect daughter and thus she constructed one, and whenever you had felt burnt out she’d remind you that this was for the best and for your future. Your father had wanted your mother to calm down, but all she did was ignore his warnings and continue projecting her dreams into you.
Currently, you had been dancing with Erwin Smith, he had belonged to one of the founding families, and was dangerously handsome, a well-respected man, with strong physical features, was a serious but a kind man and knew how to dance.
“Your dress is beautiful,” he kindly complimented, it had been more than three minutes since you two had waltzed in the ballroom, you had felt other guests in the room share glances at each other after they watched you with the blond man, some of them speculated that you’d choose him.
“Thank you,” you gracefully accepted, you had been styled in a rococo dress, the colour blue and white, complimenting the darkness of your eyes, it happened to always strike people with how glossy your orbs were, your brother would always joke about how your eyes always had the “Devil’s glint” due to how innocent but cunning they appeared. “The gown being pretty is worth me being suffocated in it; I can hardly breathe.”
Erwin slightly chuckled at your slightly choleric behaviour. “Would you feel better if I made it looser?”
Hastily, you had sent him a look he had easily caught, awkwardly he had gracelessly coughed, embarrassed. “I did not mean it that way,” he briskly interjected and you hummed in response in attempt to hold back your laughter, your eyes had avoided his stare but had inevitably made way towards his light-coloured eyes which were full of shame, it had pushed you to laugh, he had looked like he had been caught in a horrendous act, so seeing him in such a state had made you titter.
“It’s okay,” you gingerly reassured, you had almost fallen into his chest but he was quick to help you stand straight, before you could thank him, you were interrupted by Sir Argent, a fat man, not really attractive, but he was rich.
“May I take your place, good Sir?” He asked Erwin, yet, the tone of his voice displayed that he wasn’t really asking, he was pressing to have you in his arms. You had wished that Erwin Smith wasn’t so kind and respectful, because under a minute your recent waltzing partner had been replaced by Sir Argent who had sneakily brushed his hand against your back while the other held your hand.
Ere Erwin had left the current circumstance, you had sent him a look of betrayal as Sir Argent began yapping his mouth to you, “I only came to the ball because I heard that you were looking for marriage,” he must’ve thought that it would’ve flattered you, but it had made you quiver in your stomach, you had tried not to be rude and avoid his gaze and commenced to hold eye-contact.
“Is that true?” You lightly crooned, you had forced yourself to smile at his comment, and if your parents were watching you from where they had been seated, they would be keen enough to know that you had currently been screaming on the inside.
Sir Argent’s family had belonged to an oil and silver trading dynasty, he had been part of one of the wealthiest families in du Aurous but they had been known for not having the best-looking men there.
Uninterested, you had allowed the man to continue speaking about his family’s wealth and how the union of the Argents and Richesse family would be benefiting for both sides. “Our future children would never have to worry about losing money, they’d belong to a family with endless abundance.”
Mayhap it had been the mention of children that had caused you to freeze, verily, it had been, you just did not expect the subject of children to be spoken about so quickly. “Has your cherry been popped?”
“No, it hasn’t,” you uncomfortably replied as you had felt his grip around you tighten, your touch around him loosened, you had wanted to return to your family and wail about how the ball has become a disaster for you.
You had appeared taken aback, disgusted that you two had barely been in each other’s arms for ten minutes and already he’s been asking you such, vulgar inquiries. “I’m looking for a man who isn’t only interested in my wealth and popping my cherry, Sir Argent,” you rudely commented, you had slowly begun to distance yourself from him, yet still, he had held you close, stubborn to have his last say.
“You’d be stupid if there’d be at least one suitor who would only be interested in your personality and not your wealth or your cunt.”
You had pressed your lips into a thin line, offended; thus, Sir Argent had finally let go of you and sauntered to where he had originally come from. You could cry and have him taken out of the building but you had promised your parents you would not cause a scene, though, you had fiddled with your gloved hands fore you had rebounded to your parents’ table, the couple had speedily recorded your troubled look and encouraged you to sit down.
“How well did your conversation with Sir Argent go?” Your father asked, and you could tell there was humour under his inflection which had commenced you to dramatically roll your eyes in disgust.
“He’s already been speaking about children,” you informed and your mother laughed in response.
“You need to continue your search of finding a suitor, my dear; princes, dukes, businessmen and soon to be Kings from all types of countries have visited to find a wife, and we know they have specifically come for you,” you mother apprized which had caused you to drag out a tired smile, you had been in this event for more than three hours, dancing to music, speaking to admirers and looking at paintings in the paint room whenever you had itched for a break.
You had sighed while you had fixed your dress, you couldn’t wait until one of the maids from your palace helped you out of it. “The only good paramour I’ve interacted with this night, is Erwin Smith,” you countered and listened to your mother hum, impressed. Aside from being one of the founding families, the Smith family were travellers, they also built ships and some of the other family members taught in schools all over the world.
“There’s someone approaching you,” your father forwardly informed, his short information had made you drop your shoulders, you were tired and you needed a break, a long one this time, but with your mother’s pushy attitude you knew that was never going to happen.
At least marrying someone would mean that you wouldn’t have a pushy matriarch to boss you around. Eventually, you had turned around, met with Levi, in relations to the Ackerman family, you had heard of him and seen portraits and you had admitted that he was attractive, but to see him standing in front of you with your own eyes had felt like a punch in the throat.
Seeing him had made your stomach ache, the provoking feeling had travelled between your legs and if you weren’t such in a public environment you would’ve attempted to make him fuck you against one of the tables. “Would you like to dance?”
His voice added to his seductiveness which had pushed you to willingly agree to his request, your hand had clasped onto his as you allowed yourself to be pulled by his soft force to the dance floor. “I see that you were uncomfortable with Sir Argent,” he spoke, you had paused, you had wanted to take him in, he smelt like fresh mint and pinewood, he was well shaven and had an undercut, his eyes so grey that it appeared blue and he was not only erotically handsome, he was pretty.
“You saw that I was uncomfortable and didn’t decide to save the day and rescue me?” You challenged, you could feel your eyes glisten at your question, you had arched your right eyebrow in a daring motive and lightly smirked, he had shared a small smirk and had seemed to examine you like you had done to him.
“Already expecting me to be your knight in shining armour?”
You gently scoffed at his inquiry, “if you see me as one of your marriage options, I should assume so.”
“I’m not really looking to marry,” he sternly replied, slightly taken aback you had raised the both of your eyebrows; he looked of age, perhaps past the decent age to marry and you had speculated to why did he request a dance if he wasn’t attempting to make himself one of your suitors. “Yet, I know that almost every single man in this very ballroom is looking to have you as their wife.”
Flattered by his comment, you had gently smiled as you had continued to dance with him, you had slowly brought yourself closer to his body. “How comes you asked me to dance?”
“I wanted a better look at you.”
Once again, you could not help yourself but scoff, “you might’ve as well gone to the painting room and ogle at the many portraits dozens of artists have made of me.”
“Why can’t I just hold you?”
It had seemed like he had been testing your ego, you, someone who was used to having men and even women fall at your feet, had been in the arms of someone who didn’t perceive you as a wife option. “It’s because you’re wasting my time, along with other worthy men who are actually attempting to make me their spouse,” the way you had responded was harsh and bitter, you hadn’t known what had taken over you, mayhap it was because you were spoiled and had thought that anyone should bow to your needs, but you knew when to act mature and understand life can’t give you everything, “I can’t flirt all night with a man who sees no future with me, excuse me I need to use the toilets,” you then faux kindly smiled at the man who stared at you, baffled at your quick rude response to his simple answer, yet, had still allowed you to remove yourself from the circumstance and exit the ballroom.
Truthfully, you hadn’t verily left because he did not want to marry you, you honestly needed to use the restroom, you had drunk enough for you to need to use the toilets and it was quite a walk from the main event location.
“[Y/N!]”
The voice familiar, yet, you had been intelligent to know that it was not the voice of Levi Ackerman calling out to you, but of someone from your past, you had twisted your body to view who had called your name and had been met with Eren of the Yeager family, he had belonged to a family of doctors and scientists, besides from that, Eren had been the one to take your virginity.
He was one of your past lovers and a known rebel, your father had forbidden you to continue seeing him, even though he hadn’t known your virginity has been taken away by Eren. Your father had believed that he had stepped in quick enough for that to not happen. He had rebuked you from seeing Eren due to the fact that the boy could bring trouble everywhere he could go, and if you were in a romantic relationship with him, that meant that he could bring trouble to you, and to your family’s doorstep and bring shame to the Richesse name.
“I’ve seen you dance with many men,” Eren carefully spoke, but you could hear he was humoured with a twinge of envy, you had but smirked at his comment and looked him up and down.
“Jealous?” You asked.
“No, because none of them will have the chance to take away your innocence the way I have done, [Y/N],” he knowingly replied and you had felt a dagger pierce into your heart, you had felt annoyed peak out from your chest as he had responded to you with arrogance.
He spoke with much confidence in relations to the fact that you couldn’t take back your virginity from him, the deed was done, completed years ago, moreover, you had slept with much men after your bond with him. With your jaw clenched you had tried your best to not speak any rubbish to him, because it would mean you had let him get to you.
“You’re not allowed to speak to me.”
Unmoved by your comment, Eren had moved closer to you and in response you had moved back and suddenly felt the cold walls of the palace hallways touch the backside of your clothed body. “You like to break the rules.”
You’d be stupid to do what you had in your mind right now, but, whenever you had been around Eren he had always easily influenced you to live your life running on broken glass, and even though there would usually be consequences whenever you had taken apart of a place of activity with him, you would remind yourself at least you had fun.
God, you had missed those green eyes of his, the way they would stare you down whenever he had wanted to kiss you or whenever you laid with him, but that was all the past, this was the future, and within this current future, you had been scouting for a husband----but if it weren’t for those snuggly lips of his, you wouldn’t have been shoving each other’s tongues down each other’s throats, you had groaned, ashamed of yourself but the way your hand had pressed the back of his neck contradicted your thoughts.
You had tried so hard to be a good girl, the perfect daughter for your parents but Eren always had his ways, just like how he had made his hand slide up your dress and find way in your underwear, you had already been wet, not necessarily because Eren had seduced you, it was chiefly because of your interaction with Levi Ackerman; you didn’t understand the reason why, but you getting irritated by his comment had made you feel…lustful.
Randy, you had bit the lower lip of Eren’s mouth, the image of Levi embedded in your mind, Eren had pressed his fingers against your pearl and rotated his digits in circles causing you to cry out, libidinous you had rubbed your cunt against his fingers, edged him to move rougher and faster. Your eyebrows furrowed, allured and gratified with how Eren had worked with your pussy.
“Eren!” You had lustfully cried out, your figure had twitched against his slender built physique, you had moved your face to the crook of his neck and muffled your whimpers against his shoulder, you could feel the heat strike all over your body the moment Eren had slumped his fingers inside your pussy and began to drive it in a repetitive motion.
“Move your hips just like that,” Eren fervidly whispered, lustful to continue hearing your lewd cries, your moans itself had turned him on and he could feel his cock attempt to haul out of his trousers, obedient, you had trucked your hips how he had wanted it to move, your body stiff the moment your orgasm had excitedly fussed out of your cunt, your eyes blurred with love tears during the moment Eren pulled out his fingers and rebounded to play with your clit.
Your moans were choked as he continued to play with you but once he was done toying with your body, he pulled himself away and watched you quickly pull up the low attire you had pulled down when eager to be touched by him.
With your mouth pressed into a thin line, you had gathered all your faults, how stupid you were to fall back into his arms, you hadn’t been looking at him but you could tell he was smiling, briskly, you had turned to face him and hastily smacked his cheek, your eyes wide with rage, angry at him and yourself.
“Never do that again!”
You hadn’t used much of your energy to look at him once more but you had accumulated yourself and quickly advanced yourself to the toilets.
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Namibia 2023/24 - Tag 6
Herrschaften und Oukies!!!
Schweren Herzens verließen wir heute Morgen kurz nach 9 Uhr die gemütliche Farm Heimat und fuhren ganz entspannt die Nebenroute bis nach Mariental.
Rainer war so freundlich uns noch ein wenig Proviant fürs abendliche Grillen mitzugeben: Boerwors, Lammkoteletts und Kudusteaks. Der Preis dafür ist ja immer so lächerlich gering, da gleichen wir mit einem üppigen Trinkgeld gerne aus.
Es ging über Schotterpisten zunächst bis nach Dordabis mit der alten Farm von August Stauch, dem Finder der ersten Diamanten, und der Ibenstein Weberei.
An Schnittpunkt mit der D 1223 liegt der sogenannte "Mäuseturm", der eigentlich Hindenburgturm heißt, eine Befestigungsanlage aus Kaiser Wilhelms Zeiten.
Er ist das letzte koloniale Bauwerk der Deutschen in Namibia und wurde 1915 als Verteidigungsturm gegen die Rehobother Baster, von denen die Farmer annahmen, dass sie zu den Südafrikanern überlaufen würden, errichtet.
Weiter führt uns die Strecke zu so spannenden Orten wie Uhlenhorst und Jena.
Das letzte Mal waren wir hier im Jahre 2017 unterwegs. Allerdings hat sich in den 6 Jahren eigentlich so gut wie nichts verändert.
In Jena steht, man glaubt es nicht, ein echt deutsches Stadtschild: schön gelb leuchtet einem "Jena" entgegen. Der Eigentümer der gleichnamigen Farm hat das Schild extra aus Deutschland mitgebracht.
Wir wechseln dann auf die C15, die nun im Auobtal entlang verläuft. Die nächste Siedlung, die wir passieren, ist Hoachanas. So armselig die Siedlung heutzutage aussieht, würde man niemals vermuten, dass es sich hierbei einst um die ehemalige Hauptstadt des Königreichs der Nama gehandelt hat.
Die alte Kirche, die bereits 1857 erbaut wurde, also vor der deutschen Kolonialzeit, stammt von der Rheinischen Missionsgesellschaft.
1905 wurden hier die Verwundeten des Gefechtes von Groß Nabas untergebracht.
Von Hoachanas geht es weiter nach Stampriet. Von Stampriet bis Mariental gab es dann wieder eine prima Asphaltstraße. Zugleich merkt man an den Siedlungen aus Blechhütten, dass man sich einem größeren Ort nähert.
In Mariental stürmten wir den gut sortierten Spar und kauften alles, was wir für die nächsten Tage zur Selbstversorgung brauchen.
Leider lungern dort auch etliche zwielichtige junge Männer herum. Deswegen bewachte meine Mutter erfolgreich das Auto, während wir in den Laden sausten.
Der Ortsname Mariental ist tatsächlich deutschen Ursprungs: Hermann Brandt ließ sich als erster weißer Siedler in dieser Region nieder, nachdem er 1890 Farmland von dem Nama Kapitän (Häuptling) Hendrik Witbooi gekauft hatte. Zu Ehren seiner Frau Anna-Maria Mahler benannte er die Farm Mariental.
Die Stadt liegt an der Grenze der Kalahari. Der Stamm der Nama nannte die Stadt "Zaragaeiba", was soviel wie staubig bedeutet. Das gilt ganz besonders für den Sommer, in dem die heißen Winde den Sand in alle Richtungen wehen.
1894 waren ein Unteroffizier und 14 Soldaten auf der Marientalfarm stationiert. Im Jahre darauf wurde eine Polizeistation eingerichtet.
Der Grundstein zur ersten Holländisch-Reformierten Kirche wurde am 11.September 1920 gelegt, und 2 Monate später gab es offiziell einen Ort namens Mariental.
Die letzten rund 30 Kilometer zur Lapa Lange Lodge waren dann wieder Schotterpiste.
Gegen 16 Uhr trudelten wir in der Lapa Lange Lodge ein.
Für uns ist es hier der zweite Besuch.
Anfang des Jahres hatte ich bereits einen der 4 Familienbungalows, unten am Wasserloch, gebucht.
Das hatten wir uns schon 2014 ganz fest vorgenommen: kommen wir hier noch einmal hin, gibt es einen der großen Bungalows am Wasserloch, damit wir von der Terrasse die Tiere vis-à-vis haben.
In der Lapa Lange Lodge waren wir dieses Mal eigentlich als Selbstversorger eingebucht...
... damit wir möglichst wenig die Terrasse verlassen müssen und möglichst keine Tierbeobachtung verpassen.
Allerdings bestand die resolute Dame an der Rezeption darauf, dass wir B&B - also mit Frühstück - gebucht hätten.
Wir wollten uns jetzt nicht herum streiten und nahmen dann eben das Frühstück mit dazu.
Wie wir von unseren Freunden Claus & Conny (dem Bayernschorsch), die Anfang des Jahres hier waren, bereits wussten ...
... scheint man den Mangel an Gästen durch zusätzliche Leistungen ausgleichen zu wollen.
Unser Familienbungalow war der Letzte in der Reihe, ganz nah an der Abgrenzung zum Wildbereich.
Von der Terrasse bietet sich ein toller Blick auf die Tiere, die ans Wasser kommen.
Micha warf auch gleich den Grill an und Mama & ich wickelten die gekauften Kartoffeln und den Gemsquash in Folie.
Während des Essens, das natürlich auf unserer Terrasse statt fand, sahen wir immer wieder eine Fuchsmanguste hin und her flitzen.
Lekker Slaap!
Angie, Micha, Mama und der Hasenbär
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