#oh the way levi is drawn is actually my absolute favorite...

[obeymeluv]

The Baby Assignment [Lucifer]

I have a list of actual headcanons for demon baby behaviors, but this is not that post.

You and the boys have a baby! (sort of). 

You should’ve never told Diavolo about how high schools used to have practice baby classes.

Note: most of the genders and children come from “The Bros as Dads” post.

Cut me some slack on the names. I didn’t really have them planned, haha.

Lucifer:

Extremely skeptical. This whole assignment depends on you two standing in a summoning circle and--in a flash of light there’s a KID in the middle of the floor.

It’s a GIRL! 

This triggers his demon form on reflex because he’s startled and can’t help but have flashbacks of Lilith. You’re cooing to the little girl and Lucifer feels breathless as he takes in her hair (it’s his) and those big eyes (they’re yours)

His wings flap a few times before pressing close to his body. This has caught the baby’s attention and she’s staring at him with more intelligence than a child should have.

The professor says the child will grow exponentially over the next week or so and she should be able to deliver a report on how competent you are as parents. Their developmental age will be assessed and factored in as part of the grade.

You walk carefully over to Lucifer, eyes shining and a tiny fist in your hand and oh Diavolo, he wants this child to be real right then and there!

The naming doesn’t happen until you’re back at the House of Lamentation with a massive magical trunk that will spawn child necessities. You sit in his study as the baby looks around and points to things. You name them off.

You’re in the middle of walking her over to look at his records and watching her slap things on the shelf, trying to feel them with her fingers, when he gets the idea to name her after one of the human composers he knows (”Marianna.”)

You honestly thought the addition of a literal child would throw Lucifer off but he’s prepared. It’s only then you realize he’s been alive for thousands of years and helped raise the other six people in the house

Enjoy your view of Lucifer wearing a baby sling for the first three days because unless you have a real kid together, this is the only time you’ll see it

The two of you work on a schedule and carve out time to teach the child on top of your other duties. Sometimes you’re hooked up to the sling, sometimes it’s him. He gets a kick out of seeing you tote the kid around and usually catches you tickling her feet.

Diavolo graciously lightens up on Lucifer’s paperwork load (BY A LOT!) in exchange for seeing the child and playing with them

Most of her facial expressions take after Lucifer’s and Diavolo is BEYOND amused

After day 3, Marianna gets distressed seeing Lucifer sit so long, so she’ll toddle you to Lucifer and just points until you do something about it

100% a daddy’s girl and Lucifer has a hard time keeping his pride in check. It’s coming off of him in waves

She says her first words between day 4 and day 5 and Lucifer wants to cry (he does) because the first one is “daddy”

From day 5 on it’s a constant fight to keep her close because the bros want to smother her for being so cute and are bugging her to say their names

Marianna is partial to Satan and Lucifer is secretly glad. Satan acts all smug about it.

She has Lucifer’s insistency for perfection. Mammon was messing with her tea party set up and she bit him for moving her plate in the wrong spot. That was day 6 and she had her pointy baby demon teeth. Marianna got a little whisper scolding that Mammon would’ve died for BECAUSE SHE GETS KISSES WHILE SHE’S GETTING SCOLDED? FOR REAL?! HE GETS STRUNG UPSIDE DOWN!

Marianna hates being fussed over and likes to dress herself. Whatever you or Lucifer fix, she undoes when your back is turned.

One of her favorite hobbies is sitting on Lucifer’s lap and practicing her handwriting. She also likes to brush his feathers. Marianna asks to sleep in them and will try to hide from you in them. The giggles give her away.

By day 7 she has the intelligence of (at least) a 6 year old and has velvety nubs for horns. You learned that demons like to rub their horns against hard surfaces (or loved ones) as scenting and for their growth.

She accidentally scratches you up, not quite understanding you’re human, and goes into an absolute meltdown. She didn’t mean to hurt you.

Goes into a freaking rage when anyone tries to fix you up. Wants to do it herself. This kid is a literal puddle of apologies, please hold her.

She cuddles you for the rest of that day and officially gets her own little desk beside Lucifer on day 8. Marianna pretends to write her own letters but mostly draws. Bugs Lucifer with the random stuff Satan and Levi teaches her but he doesn’t mind.

You’d bring them snacks every now and then and sometimes you’d hear them singing together (ever so quietly). You didn’t know Lucifer could sing. 

Lucifer has woken up with a fist in his face, accidentally been punched in the eye, and has been kicked away at least once since she was big enough to sleep in the bed. She takes after Lucifer in the way that she needs you behind closed doors. Marianna doesn’t sleep unless she can feel both of you next to her. 

Lucifer officially has bragging rights about sleeping with you (even if he won’t pull that). Secretly gets the best sleep of his life. Really starting to feel the parent thing. A kid with you would be nice.

Marianna gets little fluffs for wings on day 9 and they “air box” when she’s angry. She demands back scratches for how dry and itchy the feel and you figure out she purrs like Lucifer.

She doesn’t always prank Lucifer but when she does, she hides his pens and makes him play hide and seek with her to get them back

Marianna likes to help out in the kitchen and loves setting the table. She gets mad if anyone messes with the napkin folds you guys practice. She makes a tiny Lucifer screech when Asmo gets obnoxious with taking pictures for Devilgram and Mammon nearly breaks his chair trying to run out of it. She laughs like you.

Around day 10 she insists on a family day and Lucifer has this sinking feeling in his gut that she knows she won’t be around much longer. Maybe it’s a side effect of the spell. The two of you spend the day running around the Devildom taking lots of pictures. Diavolo crashes a few of those pictures.

She spends day 11 burning the midnight oil with Lucifer. Around 9 PM he’s trying to send her to bed. Marianna just drags a blanket back into his study and snuggles down. He notices all her old pictures and some new ones she’s drawn. “It’s my book,” she tells him.

“Your book?”

“Yep.” she colors in the lines carefully, the finished pages pushed away and much better than her older ones. “It’s for you guys, for when I go away. And for your school.”

On day 12 you bring her back into the class, she’s dressed in similar colors to Lucifer. She wanted to look good for her presentation and she said ‘dad always looks nice’.

Marianna talks through her book, calling back memories of building blocks and playing hide and seek. She’s very proud of the pictures from two days ago. They’re her favorite. She shows off her horns and the “dad roar”.

You and Lucifer walk her to the circle. She stands in it as the spell determines her final age. She’s about 10, pushing the limits for growth as determined by the spell.

“I wasn’t here a long time, but I had fun.” she hands him the book and gives you a much longer hug than Lucifer. You wonder if it’s her way of apologizing for having a favorite even though she was good to both of you. “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.” she looks up at Lucifer as she hugs him, her chin pressed into his stomach.

“Perhaps.” Lucifer takes on his demon form as the circle starts to glow, flapping one wing at her. She “air boxes” back before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

It’s a quiet, lonely silence. Very cold. There’s a subtle warmth in Lucifer’s embrace as he guides you back to your desk. It was brief, but you see why she likes his hugs. 

#Obey me! #Obey me! x Reader #Lucifer x Reader

[sleepy-belphie]

Hello! I don’t know if you’re doing headcannon requests but if you don’t mind could you do something along the lines of “the brothers find out mc likes to draw and drew the brothers”

Hi! I am doing hc requests so thank you for sending this in! It was actually really fun to write, I really hope you enjoy it <3 Got a little carried away with this one too lol

Tags: @kawaiiblack

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Lucifer:

He’s doing room checks as usual

And you left your sketchpad/drawing tablet out on your desk

You catch sight of it a bit too late and can only watch as Lucifer moves from your dresser to your desk

He pauses as his eyes spot the sketchpad/tablet

He picks it up and looks at it before glancing at you

“May I?”

You nod and nervously watch him go through your work

His face is unreadable as he goes through drawing after drawing of him and his brothers

It feels like an eternity before he finishes

“Do you do commissions?”

It takes a moment for you to register what he’s said

“...what?”

“I’d like to commission you.”

If you do traditional art he asks for a 30x40 of him and his brothers

If you do digital art he asks for a colored, full-body piece of him and his brothers

He lets you decide how much you want to be paid

But he thinks it’s not enough so he pays you 55,000 Grimm

The 30x40 piece hangs in his study

The colored, full-body piece is printed, framed, and sitting on his desk

Mammon:

He bursts into your room one night when you’re finishing up a drawing of Satan and Asmo

You’re not fast enough to hide it from him

“Is that Satan and Asmo? Oi! Where’s my drawing!?”

Before you can show him anything else he’s speaking again

“N-not that I care! It’s hard to capture this perfection! I can see why you haven’t drawn me!”

He tries to act unbothered, but you can see past his tsundere ways

Once he’s done declaring how unbothered he is, you show him some pieces with him in it

He grabs the pad/tablet excitedly and snatches it from you to marvel over your work

“This is actually really good, ya know? I bet we could make some good Grimm off your little talent.”

You can practically see the dollar signs in his eyes

But you tell him that is not happening and take your pad/tablet back

He’s a bit mopey about it for a little but eventually lets it go when he sees you aren’t budging

When he does have a little bit of Grimm he does commission you for a small piece

The brothers’ eyes almost bulge out of their head when they hear that Mammon actually paid you for work

“What!? The Great Mammon can be nice sometimes! It doesn’t mean anything!”

It means a lot actually

But you’re a pro at reading between the lines with Mammon

Leviathan:

He’s on social media when he sees a drawing on his explore page that he’s absolutely in love with

The art style? Immaculate. He wanted to see so many of his favorite game and anime characters in this style

He imagines Ruri-chan in your art style and his brain just *internet dial-up noises* for about five minutes

He goes to the artist’s profile and starts scrolling through all their posted work

He pauses when he comes across a drawing that looked suspiciously like him in his demon form

The face was blacked out but the serpentine tail, the horns, the diamonds on the neck, the side zipped hoodie

It had to be him

In shock, he scrolls back to the top of the profile and checks out the bio and name of the artist

He is greeted by a very familiar face and name

He is in your room less than 2 minutes later

“You! Y-You did this!?”

You almost drop your pad/tablet thanks to his outburst and abrupt entrance

You look at the DDD that was shoved in your face and slowly nod

You thought he was gonna blow up at you for posting a drawing of him, even though his face wasn’t in it

You are very wrong

Levi becomes your #1 source of income

The moment you finish a piece, he is commissioning you again

You worry that he’s draining his bank account because he tips you very well

But he isn’t bothered at all by it

All of your pieces are on display in his room

He also posts all of your art on his social media and tags you

Your page explodes in popularity and the commissions are rolling in from his online friends

You had no idea otakus pay so well

Mammon is very jealous of the amount of Grimm you have piling up

Satan:

One day he asks you about your hobbies and you tell him you draw

“What do you draw?”

Cue internal conflict on if it’s weird to tell someone you’ve been drawing them and their brothers since you’re always around each other

He senses your hesitation and like the smart ass he is, he’s able to guess exactly why 

“Would your hesitance be because of the subject of your art?”

He knows too much for his own good

You decide it’s best for him to see it instead of telling him

Being a fan of literary art, you were worried he may be overly critical of your fine art

He was not the type to sugarcoat anything

However, he simply smiles and hands your pad/tablet back

“You’re incredibly talented, MC.”

A few days later he asks you to tag along with him while he handles something

That ‘something’ is going to feed some stray cats he’s come across

“MC, I’d like to commission you. I’ve found homes for these cats but I want something to remember them by. Will you help me?”

How can you say no to a man holding four cats in his arms?

You take some photos for reference and make four different pieces for him

When you give them to Satan, you swear you’ve never seen a bigger smile on his face

He framed them all and keeps them on top of his bookshelves

Asmodeus:

He found out through Levi’s social media

He commissioned you for a piece of him and the protagonist of a game he recently started playing

This piques Asmo’s interest and he wonders if you’ve ever drawn him before

He approaches you when you’re in the kitchen grabbing a drink

“Hi, darling. I saw the piece you did for Levi and naturally if you’ve done one of him you’ve probably drawn my beauty as well, right?”

You decide to show him since he brought it up

He’s gushing over all of your art

No, seriously, he is praising you so much even the tip of your ears start burning from your blush

He commissions you to draw him in many different ways 

Him in his bedroom, him in the bath, him as a mermaid, him as an exotic dancer

He comes to you with so many different ideas

He tests your limits but you actually like that

Beelzebub:

Beel is rather stoic, but he doesn’t mean to be

It was his resting face and smiling was usually reserved for eating yummy food

But you wanted to practice drawing him with different expressions

Beel’s welcoming manner gave you the courage to approach him and ask if you can take some pictures of him to use for a reference

He’s shocked you wanna draw him but agrees with the condition that he gets to see some of your other work

You show him different pieces of him and his brothers and he’s smiling the entire time

“These are all so good. I didn’t know you could draw.”

He commissions a piece of him and Belphegor and one of all seven brothers

But he also asks if he can watch you draw them

You both spend quite a few nights together

You drawing and him munching on snacks and feeding you some every once in a while

His presence is actually pretty calming so you ask him if he minds staying around while you work even after you finish his commission

Beel being Beel, agrees to keep you company

The night usually ends with him carrying you to bed

Sometimes, he takes you to his bed to cuddle

Belphegor:

Belphie was actually the first brother you drew

You came across him asleep in the attic once and he looked so perfect

Your fingers were itching to draw him, so you did

It became a routine for you to head to the attic and draw him while he slept

You always crept out before he woke up

You thought he had no idea of your little practice sessions

But one day you looked down to fix a mistake you made on his nose

When you looked back up you saw Belphie staring right at you

“You know, if you’re gonna draw me the least you can do is show me.”

You try to stammer out an apology as he sits up

“Oh, I don’t care. You don’t make noise or anything, I’m just very hyperaware of my surroundings. So I know when someone is in the same room as me when I sleep.”

He moves over to you and looks at your pad/tablet

“Hm, not bad MC. Show me your other work some time.”

Then he goes back to his sleeping spot, curls up, and falls back asleep

You sit there with your pencil/stylus in your hand, trying to wrap your head around what just happened

But he didn’t seem disturbed so you continue drawing

When he wakes up you show him more of your work featuring his brothers

He asks if he can have a quick sketch you did of him and Beel 

You jokingly say he has to pay for it

He actually pays you for it

He puts it up in his room

It’s nice to see when you visit him and Beel

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me reader insert #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #Anonymous

[diavolosthots]

Could I request a f!reader x Leviathan fic or headcanon about the reader falling asleep in Leviathans room. Like its consistent because he makes her feel safe?

I was feeling kind of soft so i decided to tackle this. I hope this turned out okay!

Safety ( LEVIATHAN X F!READER )

It was never supposed to happen this way. You were supposed to come over and help him with the costumes and then you were supposed to leave! What is he supposed to do with a normie in his bathtub when that is where he sleeps? But he can’t wake you up either because you look absolutely adorable right now ! “Ugh! Why is my life so hard?!” He quickly covered his mouth, realizing at what volume he was even speaking, a blush tainting his cheeks as he turned his head to check on your sleeping form. Good, you hadn’t moved. A long drawn out sigh escaped his lips, making him sound more annoyed than he actually was. It’s not that he doesn’t like your presence or doesn't finds some type of comfort in it, it’s just that… you’re you and he is him, and you shouldn’t be here in the first place. What if Lucifer does a surprise check-in and sees you here? What’s he going to think? That he drugged you and hid you in a bathtub?! Might as well make an actual murder scene out of it. 

Levi quickly throws a blanket over you, not wanting to look at you anymore because he can feel the anxiety rising inside of him, “no.. oh…! Now she can’t breathe!” He pulled the blanket back a bit, tugging it into your sides to keep you warm, and away from your head, to keep you breathing. He sat himself back down in his gaming chair, staring at your sleeping form and trying to think of possible excuses just in case one of his brothers decided to walk in, but also… he was truthfully just staring at you, admiring your sleeping form and smiling softly to himself because wow… he just felt really lucky in that moment, like everything was and is okay. Leviathan pulled his phone out, snapping a few pictures that he’s sure to hide from you for all eternity but look at in the middle of the night when he’s lonely. 

Little did he know that he actually never needed to do that anymore. You came over a lot more after that time, hanging out with him and trying to beat him at games that he played more times than he can count. Sometimes you would show him random things you found funny, or you’d watch videos together. It truly felt like a really easy relationship to him and he found himself trying to hold back on doing anything too hasty, until one day you just seated yourself in his lap while he was sitting at his desk, “w-what are you doing, normie?!” You shrugged, turning your head to smile at him and then turning back around to mess with his computer, getting whatever anime you last watched pulled up, “I’m getting comfortable so I can hang out with my favorite demon.” To say he was flustered was an understatement. He felt… out of place, like this wasn’t right, but not because it wasn’t right, more so that he felt you’re making a big mistake by choosing him. 

He also may be struggling to keep his hormones under control at this specific point.

But he didn’t push you off. Your warmth and body weight on top of him just felt so… nice, and the sudden urge to keep you close rushed through him. “C-Can I.. uhm…. My arms?” You laughed at him, turning back toward him to nod, “of course, dummy. Here.” You grabbed his hands in yours, wrapping them around your waist and snuggling back against him. He was so stiff, you nodded, like a block of wood. It wasn’t that he felt uncomfortable, per se, it was just so foreign to him. He liked it, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watched an anime with you that he didn’t have the heart to tell you he watched a million times already. He noticed your breathing, his arms slowly rising and falling with every breath, every giggle, every word that left your lips, and he found himself wishing his own were on them right now. 

It wasn’t long before you fell asleep again, this time on him, and it made him nervous. It made him question. It made his heart feel full and like it’s bursting out of his chest. He pulled you closer, moving you a bit so that your legs were across his lap and his arm was supporting you behind your back; you looked like a princess. Your hair was falling gently over your soft features and he took the time to note every curve of your body. You were pretty, but gorgeous to him, and he’d feel more than honored to have you, “my real life waifu…” he silently cringed at himself, at his thoughts. You’re not some inanimate being, you’re real, and he doesn’t know what you chose him to be this close to you, but he couldn’t bear the thought of giving you away, either. 

He was shifting, trying to find his own sleep but racing thoughts and the feeling of you in his arms kept him away. “Why are you doing this to me, (Y/N)?” He sighed, almost sadly, brushing your hair out of your face and finding his hand lingering on your cheek a little too long. You turned your head, leaning into his touch, tiredly opening your eyes before they fell shut again. A soft mumble left your lips, barely audible, and he considers himself lucky for catching it, “because you make me feel safe… and you’re comfortable.” He stared at you, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. His eyes were wide, soft whimpers screaming against his hand as you snuggled closer to him. 

His heart was pounding, his skin was on fire, but you… you held onto him, no matter how awkward and embarrassing this was for him, “I.. r-really…?” But his question stayed unanswered, seeing as you already dozed off again and he silently debated with himself if it was just a dream, but it wasn’t. You were still there the next morning, when he opened his eyes, cuddled into his chest. Somewhere in your sleep, or maybe even before that and he doesn’t remember, you had stolen his jacket and draped it over yourself, something his heart could barely handle this early in the morning. He felt he was, as silly as that sounds, on the verge of tears, because for once in his life, he truly did feel like he was good for something; he was good for bringing you comfort and safety, and if he got to hold you this close in return for it, then that’s all he needs. 

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[wandering-travesty]

Call Me By Your Name

    You weren’t sleezy. That was just a word idiots used to try and pull you down to their level. Yes, your hair was slicked back. Yes, your eyeshadow was dark as the night. Yes, your suit jacket barely covered your chest. Yes, your nails were painted black and sharp as daggers. But, no, you weren’t sleezy. You were dressed for your job. What was your job? Well, that was a bit more complicated….

 “I need you to get close to him.” Erwin said coolly, stubble covered chin resting on his strong hands.

 “I’m sorry?” You asked, genuinely hoping you had too much wax lodged in your ear canals.

 “You heard him.” You met the glare of the midget standing behind your boss.

 “Okay, smartass, I did. But you can’t be serious, boss! He’s beyond dangerous. Shouldn’t someone like,” you gestured in Levi’s direction, “one of the Ackermans take care of this? I’m not discounting myself or anything, but fucking with a Yeager is basically a suicide mission.” You were actually shocked Erwin asked you to do something so important. More so, dangerous. You weren’t exaggerating when you said it was a death sentence. You’d lost enough comrades to know that.

 “Listen, he’s the key to taking down the Marlian Syndicate.” You knew that, but still, this seemed out of left field. “The Ackermans are strong, yes, but they lack a certain…”

 “They’re not ready to whore themselves out. Just say that, Smith.” You understood now. The Ackermans were cold blooded killers ready to strike at any moment. However, they were awkward and completely inept at things like lust and heated and frankly revolting rendezvous. That was how he wanted you to get information for him.

 Erwin wanted you to fuck the leader of the Marlian Syndicate.

 “I wouldn’t use that wording exactly, but your assumption is correct.” Levi couldn’t seem to meet your gaze, but Erwin continued to stare straight into your soul. He was the leader of La Peste Eldienne (The Eldian Plague) for a reason. Strong, debonair, charming, and slightly insane. He could down a beer in one swig, sip a martini all night long, or abstain from alcohol completely. Whatever he needed to do, he did. He murdered, sent the idiotic young and the hopeless old to their deaths just the same, and could absolutely wine and dine a stranger until their clothes practically flew off their body if it was for the cause. You needed to be like that. Especially at a time like this.

 “I’ll do it. And I’ll do it well.” You assured your boss and his partner. Yeah, this would be easy. You could go low as the scum you were about to completely fuck over. You had been climbing up the ranks as of late, so this would be easy as pie.

Before going on your little date: you made a mental note of the main players you would have to deal with. The list you had went something like this:

Porco Galliard: Complete idiot. All brawn, no brain. Basically a bouncer with a fancier jacket and a higher salary. No worries about him doing anything funny.

Pieck Finger: The sweet little thing they kept around for good reason. Part of you wished you had to deal with her instead. She was witty and had a surprising amount of control over the shipments of cocaine and ammunition that went on about the city. Her pretty face and calm demeanor hid her true genius. She was one of the more concerning figures at tonight’s gig, but also one of the one’s more willing to hear you out before killing you.

Colt Grice: Basically a smarter but weaker version of Galliard. He was really only part of the Syndicate to learn from the best and become a great mafioso one day. You had high hopes for him, despite yourself.

Bertholdt Hoover: A freakishly tall mix of the last three members of the gang. So sweaty and shaky he wasn’t allowed to handle guns under any circumstance. That told you all you needed to know about his threat level.

Annie Leonhardt: Tiny, quiet ball of rage and skill. Could murder you in an instant, but would only do so if ordered. Not a concern unless someone else found you out, or you didn’t like being glared at all night.

Reiner Braun: His personality changed with the passing minutes. Could be calm and almost kind, or could snap your neck like a twig in his giant ass hand. He was a wildcard, and a dangerous one. Though he was obsessed with following orders and being the perfect little soldier boy, so you didn’t need to worry about him if no one told him to start shooting.

Yelena: Even more freakishly tall than Hoover. Also freakishly obsessed with the gang leader and his “master plan”, whatever the hell that was. Maybe you would find out tonight. Anyways, she would only do anything if you threatened the boss in any way. If you did your job right, that wouldn’t be an issue.

Eren Yeager: Easily the most brash and idiotic member of the gang. His problem was that he was trigger happy. In this business, trigger happy meant dozens of dead innocents piled up on the club floor in an instant. You had to be careful around him. Unlike most of the others, he would kill you without thinking.

And the top dog. The man of the hour. The man you had to seduce:

Zeke Yeager: Think Erwin but with more wit and charm. Not to mention more of a sadistic mindset. His favorite game was cat and mouse, seeing how long it took before he had a good excuse to have someone drawn and quartered. His expertise was slow torture that the victim didn’t even really know was happening before the barrel of the gun was already pointed to their temple. And you had to fuck him so stupid he leaked confidential information.

 The only other issue with Zeke was his habit of sleeping around. Yes, he was a tramp by most standards. A harlot with exotic tastes. You had heard stories of him seducing women and men alike, and god only knew what they did once he succeeded. What that meant for you was he would be hard to impress.

 So, you were here to beat him at his own game. And if you were found out, his younger brother would most likely shoot you on the spot. That was, if one of the others did it first. Or even worse, Zeke decided to be a tried and true asshole and torture you to death. The options were endless, and you hated them all.

 So there you sat, ass perched on a bar stool, sipping on a gin rickey and waiting for your opportunity. The room smelled strongly of tobacco, rum, and cinnamon. At least you would die surrounded by what you loved, you thought, laughing grimly to yourself. Men and women danced to slow songs you faintly recognized. The air buzzed with haughty laughter and upper class small talk. You barely had any idea how to interact with high society shitheads as high and mighty as the ones Yeager surrounded himself with. You weren’t often sent out to jobs like this. You were like Levi, born in the slums and never taught how to properly behave. You knew what you had to, much like your knowledge of the goings on of La Peste Eldienne. You knew your gang traded drugs, ammunition, and whatever else was a hot commodity at the time, but nothing other than that. You were actually quite glad to know nothing, since that made you a pretty unimportant person to rival gangs. Not as many death threats and kidnapping attempts came your way, unlike the ones Erwin, Hange, and Levi got every day. You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts on the gang hierarchy.

 “Excuse me, miss. The boss wants to chat with ya’ real quick.” A man with greasy hair and green, catlike eyes softly gripped your shoulder. Considering what you knew of Galliard, you figured that grip wouldn’t be soft for much longer if you didn’t do as he suggested.

 “Oh, alright. Did he happen to mention why?” You were genuinely curious. Porco didn’t offer you any solid answer, but there was a reasonable explanation.

 Zeke wanted to get his rocks off. Parties could be interesting, with the right people, of course. The right people hadn’t happened to show up that night. You, on the other hand, seemed interesting. To be frank, you were gorgeous. Even from a distance, he could tell there was something behind your eyes that spelled trouble. He loved people like you. Vicious, cunning, witty, all hidden behind an uninterested and bored demeanor. Those were the people he wanted around him. The best examples were Pieck, and surprisingly, Levi. They seemed to be completely different people than the ones hiding behind their eyes, and Zeke loved to see how long it took to break them down. Well, he was a bit kinder to Pieck, but you and Ackerman got the rough treatment.

 “Zeke, what the hell’re you doin’?” Eren pulled him out of his rather disgusting thoughts of…things better left unsaid.

 “I’m going to talk to a woman, Eren. What does it seem like I’m doing?” Zeke had a sharp tongue and quick wit, which he didn’t spare even his brother from.

 “I get that, but why that one? She seems…shady t’me. I wouldn’t let ‘er get too close, y’know?”

 “Eren, please be rational.” Zeke held a palm out in front of Eren, as if to physically stop his train of thought. “You and Yelena will shoot at the first sign of danger, so inviting this lovely woman to join us for a harmless chat isn’t a danger in the slightest.” Zeke reassured his brother, neglecting to tell him his true intentions. He was sure that would just make him more upset and skittish, which was dangerous for everyone there.

 “’Kay, boss. Got the dame ya’ asked for.” Porco trudged to the brothers’ secluded table with you in tow. He had kept one hand on your shoulder and the other right above your ass. The two main reasons being: one, he didn’t want someone so seemingly important to escape his grip, and two, you had a nice ass.

 “Ah, thank you Galliard…you can let her go now.” He gave Porco a knowing smirk. He let you go immediately and walked away, cheeks slightly reddened. Zeke didn’t want someone else touching his new toy.

 “I’m sorry if this comes off as rude, but did you need something from me? That man made me leave my gin at the bar and I would like to finish it at some point.” Oh, Zeke was going to love you. You weren’t flighty or scared in the slightest. He knew you had seen some serious shit. Not to mention how you cared more about your alcohol than a dangerous mafia boss and his younger brother ordering you over to their table. You were attractive and relatable. What a catch.

 “My apologies, Galliard tends to be a bit, how do you say, brutish. Feel free to order something new and sit down with us.” He gave you a smile that told you it wasn’t a suggestion. This guy was already just as bad as everyone had told you. He hailed a waiter over to the table. You knew that wasn’t some kind gesture, rather a show of how much power he had over everyone there. His long, thick fingers and suave smile also showed you how easily swayed you could be by dashing looks and raw power.

 He held himself like a king but talked like a philosopher. At the same time, he was down to earth yet still slightly condescending. You never knew where you stood with him, and he liked it that way. His flaxen hair was parted down the middle, and unlike most of the men there along with yourself with their hair hardened with pomade, it was fluffy and moved as he gestured wildly when he spoke. He tended to talk with his hands, once again drawing attention to just how attractive they were. His face was indescribably beautiful. His eyes were like stormy oceans cascading with passion and intrigue. His lips looked soft and plush with a wonderful roseate hue. His beard was well groomed and framed his sharp jaw perfectly. His gold rimmed glasses had a habit of hiding his eyes when thrown into direct light, which often happened with how he talked with his whole body. The way he constantly made direct eye contact with you had you lost in a daze of desire and fear. Was this all some sick ploy to get you to slip up and get everyone you loved killed along with yourself? Or was he seriously that interested in you?

 Eren was quiet most of the time, unless Zeke spoke to him. He didn’t like you. You were too similar to Zeke for his tastes.

 “Say, Eren, could you pass me a smoke?”

 “Oh, so you do have vices. See, you never ordered a drink for yourself, so I assumed you were a man above pleasures of the flesh.” You flashed a toothy grin at him, signaling that it was just playful banter. You two were both rather good at that.

 “My dear, the more you get to know me, the better you will understand just how enthralled with earthly pleasures I am.” He winked, and it sent you to the moon with want. How could a man be so gorgeous, charming, dangerous, and sadistic all at the same time? And why did you have to deal with it? You needed him out of his right mind, but it seemed like that could never happen. Whether it came from alcohol, drugs, or sex. You planned to use a mixture of all three. As you continued your playful jabs and taunts at each other, you found your opportunity to seal the deal. One sniff of the white stuff and he was putty in your hands.

 “Now you know, Mr. Yeager, gin isn’t my only vice.” You kept your usual sly tone.

 “Oh really? That is quite the interesting thing to say.” He matched your energy perfectly. This was too good.

 “Have you ever happened to try, well, what do they call it these days? Well, I tend to call it blow. Snow, stardust, snort, sugar, crack, whichever you prefer, I suppose.” Oh, how brave of you to mention your own trade to your top competitor.

 “Why, yes, I have indeed partook in snorting blow. Is there any reason as to why you’re asking me that right now, darling?” You wished he would stop with the pet names. Or rather, you wished you would stop loving them so much. It felt dirty to enjoy your enemy’s company to this extent.

 “Well, I was wondering if you might like to sneak off and try some of my personal mix.” You leaned in close, covering the side of you mouth with your hand. Eren wasn’t a bad kid or anything, but he’d mess with your plan, and you couldn’t have that. Especially not with his slippery ass trigger finger.

 “Your own personal mix, eh? Don’t tell me you’re involved in the trade, now.” He leaned in just shy of touching your lips. “That wouldn’t be very good for either of us, sweetheart.” That’s it, you were fucking this man if it was part of your plan or not. The entire thing could go south, and you’d still want this man’s dick in your mouth. You didn’t really care anymore. He was too hot to handle, and you were this close to cracking under the pressure. Zeke was right, you were fun to play with.

 “Not at all, I just happen to know the right people.” You grinned at him, knowing you technically weren’t lying. It was your own little inside joke, or so you thought.

 The next thing you knew you were in Zeke’s penthouse, smashed up against the wall with a hand around your neck. By all accounts, this is what you wanted, but it was also quite the opposite.

 “Dearest, I find it insulting that you think I would fall for that pitiful act.” He had you figured out from the moment you walked in. Zeke Yeager never forgot a pretty face. He’d wanted to have you naked in his bed for months, and here you were, all helpless and needy. You were adorable, thinking you could get whatever you wanted from him.

 “Smith was a fool to send anyone, let alone a little minx like you.” You hated how good being insulted by this bitch felt. How did he make it so that your panties got wetter every time he called you a different synonym for whore? It was so awful and so amazing.

 “I’m the slut, yet you’re the one actively trying to fuck me? Do I have that right?” You quipped the best you could from under the pressure of his strong hand.

 “Alright then, we’re both sluts. But the difference between us is that I admit it, yet you pretend to be this perfect little princess in order to fuck powerful men like me.” His grip on your neck tightened as if to add injury to insult.

 “Don’t insult me,” you had to catch your breath between each word, “I fuck men ten times more powerful than you.” But, god was it worth it. You figured he might slap you or otherwise reprimand you, but no, the bastard just smiled wide. What a fucking asshole.

 “Maybe to you.” He widened his cheshire grin. “Maybe you think Erwin’s more powerful. That he has a bigger cock and sucking it will get you further in life.” He pushed you further into the wall. “Or maybe letting Ackerman smack your ass will earn you some cash. Or having Zacharius sniff around your cunt instead of your neck will rise you up the ranks, hmm?” You just grimaced at him, knowing none of it was true. “Or maybe,” he let out a chuckle, “letting Zoe do whatever the hell they’re into will get you more coke and gin.” He was mocking you, ruthlessly, with no signs of stopping, and without letting you get a word in. You were starting to see black spots in your line of vision.

 “Well, fucking with me will get you much more, angel.” He finally let your neck go, letting you fall to the ground, left to look up at the devil in front of you.

 “You fucking suck.” You glared at him, not necessarily trying to hide how much you were enjoying this. As it happened, you weren’t some innocent angel. No, you weren’t a sadistic maniac like Zeke, but you knew what you wanted, and it wasn’t necessarily vanilla. As if reading your earlier thoughts, he bent down to your place on the floor.

 He slapped you, and it wasn’t gentle.

 “You’re a sloppy whore on your best days, now get up and strip.” Well if worst came to worst, you could say that you got him where you wanted him…just not exactly how you wanted him, or with a guarantee you would get what you wanted out of him. Honestly, you felt kind of flattered by his attention and apparent need to fuck you.

 “God, do I have to do everything for you, sweetheart?” Apparently you had been standing around catching your breath too long for his liking. He had made quick work of his own jacket, shirt, and dress pants, leaving him in a black pair of boxers. You hated admitting how magnificent he looked. He was muscular, but not in the same way someone like Reiner or Erwin was. Every single limb on him was lengthy and wiry, thus the bruise marks forming on your neck. While on the subject of length, from what you could see, it applied to his cock as much as it did his other appendages. If it looked that good through the black fabric, you couldn’t even dream of what it would look like out in the open, slapping against his defined v-line and abs.

 You hadn’t even noticed him getting closer to you, completely forgetting about his earlier demand turned complaint.

 “Not only are you a harlot, you’re a useless one, as well.” He came close enough for you to smell the hints of smoke, pine, and black tea that wafted off of him. He started playing with the collar of your shirt. “But damn if you aren’t a pretty one…” He said that more to himself than you, clearly not being comfortable complimenting you. He saw you as a toy, a pawn in his game of chess he was playing with the rest of the world.

 You decided that would be your last deep thought as he began to undress you. Nimbly moving his fingers down each button of your dress shirt, until it came completely undone and bore your chest to him. You were by no means flat, which seemed to entertain the man in front of you.

 “I knew you’d be the perfect slut for me.” He groped your breasts through your bra, hands greedy with the clear goal of making you yearn for him. “Perfect tits, soft skin, pretty face, nice ass, strong will. Yeah, you’ll be fun to break.” He gave you one of his signature smirks, making you want to crush his windpipe and deepthroat his dick at the same time.

 You shrugged your top off your shoulders and let him snake his arms around your chest to undo your bra and expose your tits to the cool air of the room. He didn’t waste time kissing your filthy mouth, and instead skipped straight to your sensitive neck. He slowly dragged his soft lips down your throat, kissing his way over to both sides and under your jaw. He licked and sucked at any area that made you gasp or let out some embarrassing little noise you tried to desperately to hide. He hated how you hid, he needed you to need him, to want him at a level beyond human comprehension. He wanted to destroy you, do break you down to your most animalistic and pitiful form. You were strong, that was for damn sure, but he wanted to fix that.

 He took all this into account as he began nipping at the tops of your breasts. He moved from one to the other with no clear pattern. He dragged his tongue down to your right nipple, only touching the tip of his tongue to it, making you shiver in anticipation and let out a small whine. Yes, that was the progress he wanted to see from you. He swirled his tongue around it, slowly making his way to the center, harshly sucking it into his mouth. He pulled his sinful mouth away from you, leaving a trail of saliva connecting him to you. He quickly made his way to your other nipple, doing the same and driving you just as wild.

 “You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to make more noise, darling.” He teased, sounding genuinely annoyed with you.

 “Well, maybe if you did a better job, I would be louder.” You had discovered your talent of keeping up with his smart mouth, and you used it to your advantage. You wanted to rile him up; to get a rise out of him. As previously stated, you didn’t want a vanilla little love making session, you wanted to fuck.

 “Alright then, if you’re so keen on keeping quiet,” he put his rough hands on your bare shoulders, pushing you back onto the ground, this time on your knees, “how about I stuff that mouth?” You hated how good he was at turning you on.

 He pulled his dick out right in front of your face, letting it lay on his toned abs, just as you had envisioned it. It was easily 10 inches long, 5 inches thick, with a slight upturn that could drive you insane if it hit the right spots, which it would. It was flushed pink and dripping pre-cum; it was pretty.

 “Well, are you just going to gawk at it or are you going to make yourself useful, slut?” The sweet pet names were out the window, swiftly replaced with the most debasing insults he could think of. To avoid any more of his smart ass remarks, you took his thick cock in your hands. You slowly stroked it, taking in exactly how big it was. You moved your plush lips closer, giving it a few small kitten licks to test the waters. You kissed the head and gave longer licks up the side, earning a grunt or two from the man above you. As you began to swirl your tongue around his tip, his strong hand came down and pushed on the back of your head. It wasn’t gentle, forcing you to take him down your throat. Considering his size, it was no shock that you choked on it at first, but he kept his hand on your hair, forcing you to stay on him.

 “That’s it, sweetheart, keep that dirty mouth on fat cock.” Tears starting pooling in your eyes as you struggled to breath around his length. “Aww, are you actually crying?” He cooed, taking sick pleasure in mocking you. “How pathetic of you, darling.” His words send shockwaves of shame and pleasure down to your core. You abhorred how badly you needed him inside of you. As he let out a low moan, he pulled you off his cock, tugging your hair just enough to make you even wetter.

 “Alright, angel. I’m not a big fan of blowjobs, so we’ll leave it at that.” You coughed a little as he bent down to your heaving form.

 “Really? That’s a shock.” That was your genuine reaction. You were far too fucked out to be a smart ass at this point.

 “Yeah, you’re not the first to make that observation.” Much to your surprise, he picked you up bridal style, barely breaking a sweat in the process of getting you to his bedroom. Though the lights were on, you couldn’t take in many details, your cock drunk state making it difficult to process anything other than the warm, bare skin of the monster you tried so hard to vanquish.

 “Now, lets get these cute little panties off, hmm?” You had forgotten him taking off your pants in the heat of the moment. His menacing figure loomed overtop of you, slowly sinking down to your thighs. He placed licks and kisses all over them, leaving a few bite marks along with them. You moaned louder than before, feeling too blissed out to care about your pride. You felt large, tepid fingers hooking themselves between your legs and into your panties. He pulled them to the side, wanting to really take you in. Despite his lust for power and dominance, he much preferred giving head to receiving it, especially when it came to women and their soft, tender pussies. You were no exception to this rule.

 “Goddamn you’re fucking wet.” You looked up at you, making you lean your head back to avoid his gaze. “You must like me more than you care to admit, sweetie.” Just after saying this, he ran one long finger up your dripping slit, coating his fingertip in your slick. He looked at it shimmering in the low light of the room, grinning before taking it into his mouth and tasting what your cunt had to offer.

 “You taste like heaven. Surprising, considering what a nasty girl you are.” Unlike you, he could keep that smartass act up for hours on end, no matter how lost in your sex he was. He landed a chaste kiss to your throbbing heat before flattening his tongue to lick a fat stripe up the middle. He began to devour you, making the lewdest noises you had ever heard in the process. You felt amazing, and disgusting, and just about every other emotion you had ever felt in your life. He was a god at eating your pussy, feeling no remorse in having his lips and beard dripping with your juices. To hell with the burn marks he left on your thighs and the burning sense of guilt you had for moaning so loud and creaming all over the face of your greatest enemy. Shame and guilt were for foolish children with no place in the world, Zeke wanted to enjoy every last second of destroying you.

 As he continued to lick and suck at your most sensitive spots, you began to feel your stomach tighten, signaling your closeness. Zeke noticed as well, taking note of your erupting moans and groans and tugs at his silky hair. He moaned on your clit, the vibrations sending you over the edge. You came all over his face, arching your back of the soft sheets and making you scream his name. He kept his lips attached to your clit as you came down from your high, keeping you ensnared in his trap of bliss.

 “God, you moan like a fucking whore, you know that?” The way he insulted you felt disgustingly good, especially coming from such a obnoxiously handsome man.

 “And you eat pussy like a god.” The veil of hatred came off in one foul swoop. You couldn’t hold back how you truly felt about Zeke Yeager. You were in love with the way he treated you, and spoke to you, and ate you, and soon enough, fucked you. He was so damn good, and you just hated to love and loved to hate him.

 “Oh, do I now?” He let out a low chuckle, taking pride in how helpless and stupid he had made you. “Does that make me your god, pet?” It wasn’t a real question. He knew the answer, and he loved that answer: yes.

 “Now, how about I partake in some earthly pleasures and fuck your brains out, sweetheart?” He questioned, moving his arms up to rest on both sides of your head. His face was right above yours, lips hovering over your breathless, panting ones.

 “Yes, please.” Your eyebrows scrunched together as you grew impatient and needy as all hell. Zeke had a sinister idea. God was a nice term, but he could think of a better one.

 “How about you beg daddy for it?” He was such a disgusting pervert, and he relished in it. You mustered all the strength you could in order to speak.

 “Please fuck my pussy, daddy.” That was all he needed to push himself inside your tight heat. Your walls clenched as he thrusted balls deep inside of you, not caring if you needed to adjust or not. Luckily, you didn’t, despite his size.

 “Fuck yes, angel. You’re so goddamn tight.” He thrusted into you with reckless abandon, using you more than making love to you, which is exactly what you both wanted. Your walls clenched and throbbed as he brought you to orgasm once again.

 “Cumming all over my cock, sweetheart? Such a dirty whore.” He teased, continuing his motions, hitting your g-spot over and over again without much issue. His dick was perfect, reaching every inch of you that made you scream out in pleasure and overstimulated bliss. All of this for a few bags of cocaine and bullets. You weren’t even thinking of that as he pounded into you, getting rougher and sloppier than before. He was getting close to his own high just as you were about to reach your third. No one had ever made you feel like this. You never wanted to let him go. Fuck everyone you cared about, this was too damn good to throw away.

 “Where do you want my cum, slut?” He asked seconds before climaxing.

 “Wherever you want it, daddy.” That was exactly what he wanted to hear. You had been molded into the perfect toy for him, even if it was just for the moment. He had debased and perverted you, like putty in his hands. You thought you could just waltz in there and take what you wanted from him. But no, instead you were writhing around on his bed with his fat cock filling up your pussy while you screamed for your daddy. You were filthy, slutty perfection. He quickly pulled out of you and shot his cum on your stomach and chest. Noticing you were still squirming around, he pushed his thumb to your clit and rubbed circles as two of his fingers entered you and hit your sweet spot.

 “Come on, slutty girl, cum for daddy.” This time felt different than the others. You were completely out of your mind with pleasure and lust, and he was hitting just the right spots. You came around his fingers, squirting your juices and ruining his sheets. As if he could sense it, he had moved his face down just in time for it to reach his mouth, coating yet another layer of your cum on his beard. He licked his lips, savoring you taste and the blissed out, fuck drunk look on your face. He wished he could keep you like this forever. No, he would make sure to keep you like this forever. You were going to be his for the rest of time, no matter what it took. Even if he had to play the long game and pretend you had a choice in the matter.

 “Well, sweetheart, I’m afraid you have to go home empty handed. I’m sure those tarts will just pat you on the head and congratulate you for trying your best. That’s why they’ll never surpass me, and that’s why you will come crawling back to me.” You couldn’t respond, too disappointed and drained to say a word.

 “I have a shower that I recommend you use.” He looked down at you, your eyes hazy and barely focused on him. You were completely exposed to him. You looked beautiful. “In an act of civility, I’ll let you sleep here tonight. On a different bed, of course, considering the damage you’ve done.” You laughed at that, and he followed suite.

 “You know Zeke, for a monster, you’re not too bad.” You looked at him, admiration clear in your eyes.

 “You’re not too unbearable either.”

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How would the demon bros react to an artist MC who secretly sketches them and they find MC’s sketchbook~?

The Demon Bros: Finding MC’s Sketchbook

Lucifer

He goes to your room to check on you and sees your sketchbook lying open on your bed

He doesn’t want to invade your privacy, but he can’t help but take a peek at what it is you’re working on

He’s seen you working hard on something for the past few days and has been curious

He steps towards your bed and looks down at the page

It’s him!

His eyes scan the page, taking in how handsomely you’ve portrayed him, sitting at his desk working

He smiles and flips the pages to see what else you’ve drawn

It’s all him ? Reading, cooking, talking, existing. You’ve captured him in every light

You walk back into your room

“Lucifer!” you gasp, rushing over and shutting the sketchbook, in denial that he saw the pages and pages of himself

“What did you see” you ask him, standing on your tiptoes to try to intimidate him

He debates whether or not to lie, but knows how strongly you value honesty and communication

“I saw a few, but, they’re all incredible, MC. You don’t have to hide them from me”

You blush, “I just didn’t know if you’d think it’s weird that I draw you so much”

He leans down and kisses you, gently, whispering “It’s not weird at all, it’s quite flattering actually” against your lips

You spend the next bit of time going through your sketchbook, showing him the sketches and explaining how he made your heart race

Mammon

You two are chilling in your room on your bed, chatting about this and that

He reaches over to your nightstand and grabs the sketchbook, “Hey, human, what’re you always drawing in here anyways” he asks innocently

“Mammon no!” you try to grab the book from his hands but he’s already opened it

He goes silent, flipping through page after page of sketches and drawings of him, some colored, some not

“Mammon…I can explain…” you whisper, face red with embarrassment

He shakes his head no and continues flipping through each page, the silence in the room making you nervous

After he’s done looking he closes the book, “Mah human~” he says lovingly, and leans over and presses a kiss to your lips

“I shoulda known you were drawing The Great Mammon, what else would you draw?” he teased, kissing you again before returning the sketchbook to your nightstand

You giggle, “Exactly, what else would be so worthy of the pages than you?”

He teases you about it from time to time when he sees you sketching, but you know that seeing page upon page of himself in your sketchbook really struck a chord in his heart (sometimes he poses for you but tries to act like it’s just how he’s naturally sitting, but you both know that’s a lie) (and he looks at you with so much love in his eyes when he knows you’re drawing him, it fills your heart with such a warm feeling)

Leviathan

He’s on his fourth hour of playing through a new game

You normally play with him, but it’s not MPG, so you’re just watching him and refilling the snack bowl for the two of you when it gets empty

One trip back you stop by your room and get your sketchbook and favorite pencil

You drop the snacks beside him and sit on his bed, beginning to sketch the back of his head and body looking at the monitor

He doesn’t notice at first, but during a scene change when the screen goes black he sees you sketching, glancing up at him from time to time

“MC, what are you drawing?” he asks

“Uhh…nothing really” you stammer, hoping he didn’t catch on to your obvious lie

He does, of course, and pauses his game to come look

You try to hide your page, but don’t stop him when he sits next to you and lifts it from your arms

“Babe…” he whispers, admiring the work you’d done in such a short time, before flipping a page back and seeing another sketch of him

“I just…you’re my everything, Levi, and sometimes I see you and I just, have to capture the moment” you explain

“These are incredible, why haven’t you shown me sooner?” he asks, flipping through page after page of your work

“I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, thinking I was always trying to draw you

“I appreciate that,” he says, stopping on a page to admire a drawing from a few weeks ago of him reading a manga, “You have so much talent”

He showers you in compliments and after a brief kiss, goes back to his game, resuming the same position he was in earlier so you could finish your drawing

Satan

You were in the library on the couch, he was rereading a favorite book and you were sketching

You sat on either end of the couch, facing each other with your legs intertwined

You’d been working on sketching your view of this for about an hour, and were proud of how well it was going

Suddenly, Satan closes his book at you and meets your eyes as they were studying his face

“Can I ask what you’re studying my face so intently for?” he asks bluntly, never holding back any punches

And you didn’t either, “I’m…drawing us. And I want to capture your face as accurately as possible” you explain

He holds his hand out for you to hand over the sketchbook, and you do after a quick glance down to look at your work

He studies your drawing before flipping to the beginning and looking through each page, admiring each one

You watched as his eyes took in every inch of every page

“Satan?” you ask, wanting to hear his thoughts

“MC, I had no idea you had so much talent” he whispered, taking minutes on each page, sincerely admiring the time and effort you’d put into each drawing

“I hope it’s okay I draw you a lot, you’re always on my mind and I want to capture every moment we have together”

“It’s perfectly, kitten” he reassures you, a light blush crossing his face as he reached the piece you were working on currently again, scanning it before handing you back your sketchbook

“Show me your work more often, it’s beautiful”

You smile, falling even more in love with him than you thought was humanly (or demonly) possible

“I will”

Asmodeus

You’re a bit tipsy, whoops

“What are you always drawing in that sketchbook of yours, anyways” he teases, poking your shoulder

“Nothinggg” you defend yourself

“Then show me if it’s nothing” he smirks, getting off your bed and walking to your desk, flipping open your sketchbook to a random page

The random page happened to be a page with a drawing of him, sitting at his desk and applying a face cream

“Honey…is this a drawing of me?” he asks, voice soft

“Yeah” you say, getting up and walking over to him, wrapping an arm around his waist

“They’re all of you” you explain, scanning through the pages with your thumb

He takes a bit to flip through the pages slower, appreciating each drawing for a moment before moving to the next

After he’s done he closes the book and turns to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips

“Seeing myself from your eyes…it was amazing” he whispered, pulling away, “Your art is amazing”

“Thanks, Asmo” you say, smiling and kissing him again

He absolutely makes you draw him posing now, he’ll sit in any pose he can think of, in all sorts of cute or seductive outfits, letting you draw him for hours and hours

Sometimes he’ll wear an outfit, and well, the drawing doesn’t last long lol

Beelzebub

He doesn’t want to pry at what you’re doing, but you can tell by the way his eyes linger whenever you’re drawing that he’s curious

After you get a good portion of the way done with your current drawing, you scoot next to him

(You’re in the kitchen, because duh)

“Beel, can I show you what I’ve been working on?”

“Of course, my love”

You turn the sketchbook from your chest to his eyes, handing it to him

He takes it, carefully admiring the most recent few pages

His heart is beating fast, the fact that you saw him and wanted to draw him made him so soft

“MC…” he whispers

“Beel?”

“These are so good, your talent is undeniable” he praises you

“Thank you” you reply, heart warmed by his kind words

“You…always draw me. Why?” he asks

“You always stick out to me, love. You’re handsome and strong and the love of my life. Sometimes I get hit with a wave of appreciation for you and want to capture the moment” you explain

He smiles, blushing more before leaning in and kissing you

After a few kisses you two pull away, resting your foreheads together

“I love you, Beel”

“I love you too, MC”

Belphegor

You keep it Very on the down low when you’re drawing him

You know he doesn’t like attention on him, even when it’s from you, and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable

One day he catches you

The two of you are in his room, he’s reading something on his phone and you’re sketching

You always told him it was for your art class, which was sometimes true, at least

“MC, can I see what you’re working on” he asks

You hesitate for a moment, “Belphie, I’m…I’m drawing you” you confess, lowering your head a bit

He just looks at you, “Oh…”

“If it makes you uncomfortable I’ll stop, it’s just sometimes you look so peaceful I want to capture it forever” you ramble

“Hey, MC, it’s okay. I trust you” he says, holding out his hand for you to give him the sketchbook

You do so, and study his face intently as he flips through the pages

He stops at one, and you glance to see which one it is

It’s one from a few weeks ago, he was mid-nap, hair messy and face perfectly calm

“You’re so talented” he commented, “this one in particular, the level of detail is impressive”

“Thanks” you say, letting out a sigh of relief and laughing a bit

“You should show me more often, I’d love to see more of your work. Even if it’s just drawings of me” he teases lightly

You smile, nodding, “Yeah, I will”

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A/N: wow I’m not doing too hot on posting every day am I lol, but I’ve gotten some really fun requests (like this one !! thank u anon I loved writing this so much) and they’re keeping me motivated

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcannon #obey me headcannons #obey me reader insert #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me x reader

[7-deadly-simpin]

Got a request! The brothers with a writer mc that writes about the brothers in a lowkey way

(Im guessing you can do that!)

Congrats on 300 followers!!

Oh yes of course and thank you! 💙💚

I wasn't sure if you wanted serious or silly, so I kept it rather light and fun, hope you enjoy!

MC that Lowkey Writes about the Demon Brothers

(In order of most to least likely to figure it out)

Satan: 

First to catch on about MCs indirect references to him and his brothers when they write. 

MC always asked Satan to proofread their writing to see if it is captivating enough. 

Being the bookworm he is, and always looking for something new to read (and new ways to impress MC) he happily agrees.

There were just too many similarities in the “characters” or “misadventures” for him not to take notice. 

Finds it rather cute that MC feels inspired to write, let alone write about him and his brothers.

He may lightly touch on some similarities to watch you squirm.

Gauges your reactions to his teasing to see if it was your intention for him to find out or not.

His favorite story is about the ‘Cat Detective: The Purr-fect Crime’.

I wonder why…?

Lucifer: 

Second to realize exactly what has gotten MC so inspired to write.

Ugh….of course you would allude to that time “some” Lord had a “bunch of male characters” parade around as ladies. 

While some of your work causes him to blush out of embarrassment, he can’t help but enjoy some of your other work.

Your attention to detail in his implied attire brings a smirk to his face.

Oh no, the Avatar of Prides ego is swelling.

He will tease you about it, definitely.

Not until he’s had a chance to read all your work and discern which of him and his brothers are your most favorable for writing.

He hates to admit how much ‘Dad Dealing with Six Little Shits’ makes him chuckle.

Call him an old man in your work again though...you might run into some issues

Beelzebub: 

Off handedly understands the entire concept involving his brothers, causing your eyes to widen in amazement and slight fear that he’ll tell everyone. 

Of course he recognizes his brothers being worked into your writing, his family means more to him than FOOD.

He starts pointing out which characters are meant to represent his brothers, and even some random ones YOU didn’t catch

...maybe you didn’t realize just how much they inspire you.

But his hunger gets the best of him and he trails off while stuffing his face. 

Woo, that was close….you couldn’t handle much more of him reading in-between the lines.

Not that he would ever say anything to his brothers if you asked him not to.

Finds it endearing and asks to read your writing when you’re finished.

Enjoys the story about the ‘Family Chef Extraordinaire’.

Asmodeus: 

“Oh? May I read this MC? Your writing always brings a smile to my face!” 

Cannot stop talking about how beautifully the words flow.

Your ability to make this one character in particular sound absolutely exquisite! 

He’s highkey fawning over your imaginary character.

He must know more!

Oh how he wishes they were real so he could do more than just imagine things about them.

Asks for more writing about the mysterious attractive character.

Is...is Asmo unknowingly asking for fanfiction about himself?

Only after you ask him “How do you think you would react given this scenario” a few times does he catch on.

“Oh MC! Even in words I am gorgeous!”

Any and ALL work involving his alter-ego is an instant favorite.

Leviathan: 

First off, he thinks the titles of the games you mention are WAY too short, how is he supposed to know the entire plot if the name of the game is 3 words???

Wait, this character likes gaming too? 

*sudden interest*

You see a tiny smile displayed on his face as he starts to get more involved in the story.

Ah, this character is so brave, no wonder MC wants to write about them.

*Sad Levi noises*

Little did he realize, you basically wrote him into a Lord of Shadows AU.

Page after page, he gets drawn in even more.

He knew about fanfiction and AU’s, but he never expected himself to be a part of one.

*Happy Levi noises*

Sheepishly asks if you will be writing more and if he can read it when you are done.

Mammon: 

Stumbles upon your writing on your blog while he’s skimming through items to...borrow from your room.

“Oi, what’s this?”

You figure it’s alright to show him, if it doesn’t involve making grimm, he usually isn’t very captivated.

Read a few lines in complete silence.

Leaves.

You’re slightly offended, but again you weren’t expecting much and that’s fine.

He comes back with some snacks and says to move over, he’s not done reading.

Mammon really likes the misadventures of the casino goer down on his luck. *cough*

“Oi, where’s the rest?!

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?? DOES HE MAKE IT BIG???”

Guess you have to write a part 2.

Belphie:

It’s not that he's actually less likely to realize than his brothers.

He just can’t stay awake long enough to read anything. 

Even your shorter works.

All your work makes him want to take a nap, which might sound mean, but it's actually high praise from the avatar of sloth.

Your writing puts him in a calm state, they make him cozy and warm….and he’s knocked out.

He only got two sentences in, but at least he started reading your work...sort of.

Welp, guess he won’t get to hear about ‘The Wandering Magical Twin Escapades’.

You decide in the future that you really should switch to reading to him, like a bedtime story.

Feel free to send in requests!

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[obeyme-kaidii-writes]

Bath

Leviathan x gn!MC

Words - 3713

Content Warnings - some angst, lots of anxiety, LOTS of comfort

Prompt/Inspiration - none

Summary -  You and Levi decide to take your first trip together, and you’re excited about the possibility of finally getting to be intimate with your favorite demon.

AO3

This weekend was going to be amazing. You had planned everything down to the last detail, and there was absolutely nothing that was going to dampen your spirits.

A couple weeks ago, you and Levi had FINALLY started dating. Your confession had been the result of a really awkward text exchange, but it all worked out in the end. Levi was still his shy, introverted self - but he was slowly opening up to you more and more as your relationship became more intimate.

Your current excitement was due to the fact that he had suggested that the two of you go on a trip together - alone - for the first time. He had really shocked you by making such a suggestion, but his reasoning was that if you were alone, he’d be better able to relax since he wouldn’t need to worry about his brothers meddling (especially Mammon). And you agreed - it made a whole lot of sense.

After talking with Lucifer, you had also managed to get permission to turn this into a human realm trip as an extra layer of privacy. Lucifer understood all too well how determined his brothers could be at interfering, so it didn’t take much to convince him that leaving the Devildom was a necessity.

And now the day of your trip had finally arrived and you had just finished checking into your hotel.

Ever the dutiful partner, you had even gone so far as to arrange for your stay to be at a traditional Japanese hot spring inn. The cherry on top being that you managed to reserve a room with its own private open air bath too. You and Levi would get to enjoy the entire inn experience without a single worry in the world about your time together being interrupted. It was perfect.

“This is so amazing!” Levi said, as he bounced around the room, carefully examining all the details, “I never thought I’d actually get to go to Japan! And be here in person!”

You smiled as you watched how enthusiastic your boyfriend was. He was just beaming, and you loved seeing him like that. That smile alone made this entire trip worth it.

When Levi finally managed to pull himself away from his exploration of the room, he saw you had been staring at him and flushed in embarrassment. He knew he had let himself get carried away, but he was so incredibly happy right now he couldn’t help it. Not only was he finally getting some quality time with you, he was living out every otaku’s fantasy date.

The sight of Levi blushing just made you laugh, which of course, only made him blush more. You decided to show him some mercy and slipped your arms around his waist for a hug so he could hide his face if he wanted to. And he didn’t hesitate to either.

“Thank you, this is amazing. YOU’RE amazing,” he said as he pulled you closer and buried his face in your shoulder.

“That’s what I should be saying to you. It was your idea, you know. Thank you for asking me.”

Levi didn’t say anything in response, but instead tightened his grip on you as you did the same. It was such a sweet, quiet moment between the two of you, and you honestly didn’t want it to end.

“Well, I guess it’s time for the main event then, huh?” you teased.

“Th th the what?” Levi lifted his head to look at you, blushing even harder than before.

“The bath silly. You said you wanted to take a bath together,” you laughed.

“Oh. Ha. Right.” You felt Levi relax in your arms. Even though you wanted to tease him a little more about what he had been imagining, you decided to hold off for the time being.

Up until now, your physical relationship had consisted largely of cuddling, kissing, and some very heavy petting. But you had yet to go further than that since Levi seemed to need to take things slow. You were more than happy to accommodate him, of course. You knew how hard he was trying and how much he wanted to be closer to you - he just had a lot of insecurities and a lack of experience to contend with. Just knowing that he wanted to get there was enough to make your heart sing.

Tonight though, was going to be the first time the two of you were naked together. Levi had thought it might be easier since he’d be partially submerged in the water, so it wouldn’t be like you were looking directly at each other. Plus water itself relaxed him. Since you didn’t have any objections, you agreed.

You finally let Levi go and opened up your nearby suitcase, “Here. I’m super picky about towels so I packed my own. I brought robes too.”

You handed Levi a large, fluffy towel and a lightweight, oversized bathrobe, before picking up your own and heading to the bathroom to get changed. While you were gone, Levi quickly did the same.

It wasn’t until he started picking up his discarded clothing off the floor that the reality of the situation finally started to hit him. He was actually naked under that robe. And you were in the next room. Also naked. Maybe even more naked. You might not have even put your robe on yet.

Levi felt his pulse quicken, and his anxiety started to rise. He didn’t have long to think about things however, because you returned just then, bundled up in your robe, and shoved your clothes back into the suitcase.

“Alright, you ready?” you asked, trying hard to contain your excitement. You just couldn’t wait to be able to wrap your arms around Levi and rest your head on his shoulder. You had so much affection you were waiting to give, and now you were finally getting your chance.

Levi didn’t answer you right away, so you took a step closer and took hold of one of his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Hey, why don’t I go ahead and go first? Then you can have a minute to relax, yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” Levi grunted as he nodded his head. Yeah that’s all he needed. Just a minute to take a few deep breaths and to clear his thoughts and then everything would be ok.

“Ok, great.”

You pressed a quick kiss to Levi’s cheek and made your way out of the room to the private bath area outside, leaving Levi alone.

But as soon as you left, his thoughts started to race. Was this really a good idea? Was he actually ready for this? You’d be so close to him. What was he even supposed to do? Hold your hand? Hug you? Could even touch you? Or would that be too creepy? Would you be grossed out if he tried to move closer? Where was he supposed to touch you anyways? Would an arm around your shoulder be too friendly? Would a hand on your thigh be too pervy?

And even if he could figure out what to do with his body, what about you? What were you going to think once you saw him? Would you be disgusted by him? What if he didn’t measure up to your expectations? Were you going to want to touch him too? Would you be fine if all he could manage was holding your hand? What if he disappointed you because he didn’t let you as close as you had hoped?

What was he going to do?

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It had been 10 minutes since you had come out and removed your robe and climbed into the bath. But you had been prepared for that. You knew how anxious Levi could get, and you saw that he was starting to get a little worked up after changing clothes, which is why you decided to give him a bit of space to collect himself.

But as the minutes continued to tick by, you started growing concerned.

15 minutes had passed now. Maybe you should go check on him? You didn’t want to walk in on him when he could be naked (for his sake), but you were more than a little worried now. After weighing your options, you decided to chance it, and just keep your eyes down low while you walked as a precaution. So you climbed out of the bath, bundling yourself up again in your robe, and headed towards your room.

Once you were standing outside your door, you realized that it was still slightly ajar and hadn’t been slid shut yet. Through the crack you were able to hear what sounded like heavy breathing and the occasional choked back sob. Your stomach instantly fell: something was wrong with Levi.

“Levi?” you called to him, as you stepped inside the room. You didn’t notice him at first, but it didn’t take you long to finally find him with his back to the wall, just beside the doorway. His knees were drawn up to his chest. And he had his head buried in his arms, as he tried desperately to calm himself.

“Levi…” He hadn’t acknowledged your presence when you entered the room, so you weren’t even sure if he was aware of it. Seeing him like that made your heart ache, and you carefully sat down beside him, wrapping your arms around him as best you could.

You sat like that for awhile before Levi finally started talking.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I ruined everything…”

“Hey, Levi, that’s not true. That’s not true at all,” you said, sitting up a little so you could get a better look at him. You started to run your fingers through his hair, something you knew he liked and he found relaxing.

“Yes I do. I did. I am. I ruined this.”

“Why do you think it’s ruined, babe?”

“Look at me. I’m such a loser I can’t even get into a bath,” he said, his voice starting to waver again. He had just got himself to stop crying long enough so he could talk to you, and now he was about to start up again. Why did he ever think he could do this? Why did he think this was a good idea? Or that he could make you happy? He should have just stuck to 2D. He wasn’t cut out for 3D. He’d never be able to make you happy at this rate.

“Hey, we don’t have to do the bath. This was supposed to be fun for you. If you’re not having fun, we don’t have to do it,” you said, speaking softly and gently as you continued stroking his hair, “It’s ok Levi. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“How can you say it’s ok?! How is any of this ok?!” he snapped. He had never yelled at you before, and even he was surprised at the sharp edge to his voice. Just another thing he had messed up, he thought.

“Because it is. I promise you it is. I’m not upset with you,” you said.

You then pressed a kiss to the top of his head, resting your brow against him for a moment as you tried to figure out what else you could say to reassure him. When you felt him move slightly beneath you, you sat up, watching as Levi turned his head to the side to look at you from under his bangs.

“How can you be ok with this? This isn’t what we planned.”

“I planned on spending a weekend with you, Levi. That’s all.”

“...but the bath…”

“Was a nice perk. But not more important than you,” you replied. You rested your head on his shoulder and continued to comb your fingers through his hair, your arm draped along his back. He was still so tense, but at least his breathing had evened out some and he was no longer crying so hard.

“Would it help if we kept the robes on?” you suggested after a while.

“....could we?” If he was able to do that, it would eliminate a lot of the very things he was so stressed about. He still felt guilty that his own inadequacy was ruining all your plans, but at least he could do something with you this way.

“Yeah, of course we can.”

You stood up first, then offered Levi your hand to help him up off the ground too. He kept his head down, hiding behind his bangs, so you couldn’t see how awful his face looked. But you weren’t having any of that, and you stepped closer and brushed his hair out of his eyes, before giving him a soft smile.

“That’s better,” you said, cupping one of his cheeks with your hand before kissing the other, “I like seeing your face. You ready?”

Levi gave you a small nod before taking the hand you offered him. You led the way to the bath, careful not to walk too fast and to match Levi’s slow, nervous pace. He was still apprehensive about all this, and hadn’t figured out what he was supposed to do once he was IN the bath. But you would occasionally give his hand a light squeeze as you walked, and it reminded him that he was here with you and that was really the most important thing.

Once you reached the bath area, you carefully climbed in, taking a seat, and then waited for Levi to join you. Very cautiously he climbed in as well, being extra careful to make sure his robe didn’t float up as he got in, and then sat very stiffly a few feet away from you.

“Can I come over there?” you asked.

Levi nodded again so you scooched over until you were next to him. He flinched slightly when he felt you up against him, and then instantly felt ashamed of himself for doing so. But you either didn’t notice or just chose not to say anything about it, and instead raised your hand out of the water, palm up, and offered it to him.

“Can I hold your hand?”

He carefully took your hand in his, as you snuggled up next to him and laced your fingers together. The familiar feeling helped him relax just a tiny bit.

“I don’t know what to do,” he finally admitted, in a small voice scarcely above a whisper.

“That’s ok. You don’t need to,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder, relaxing and leaning into his side.

Your response left him confused. What on earth was he supposed to do if he didn’t even know? But before he could even try to imagine you what you meant, you continued…

“All you have to do is ask. It’s not like you get bonus points for figuring it on your own,” you said with a laugh, “Just ask me what I’m ok with. Just like I asked you.”

Oh. That...made a surprising amount of sense. But even if that was true, it didn’t solve the problems he was having about wondering what was appropriate and what would creep you out. Was it worth the risk to ask about something when it might just upset you and make you want to never see him again?

“How are you feeling? Is this ok?”, you said, checking in with him. You could tell that he was still anxious with how his leg was gently bouncing next to yours, but at least he didn’t seem quite so freaked out at having you close, which was a win in your book.

“Yeah...I think so.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, giving your hand a small squeeze and resting his head on yours.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel pressured.”

“It wasn’t you. It was me. I’m the weirdo that couldn’t even take a bath.”

“You’re not a weirdo because of that, Levi,” you said, lifting the hand you had been holding out of the water so you could press a soft kiss to the back of it, “You have a lot of other things that make you weird, but this is not one of them,” you teased.

Levi laughed softly to himself. Why were you so understanding? He gave your hand a soft squeeze, before finally relaxing and leaning into you. Sitting with you like this wasn’t so bad. Sure it wasn’t the fantasy date he had imagined, but it was still quiet and peaceful all the same. No one there to pop in and surprise you. Nothing around to distract him. Just you and him.

Feeling reassured, Levi decided to take your advice and ask you for something, “Do you...umm...can I hug you?”

“Of course. You can always hug me,” you said, releasing his hand and wrapping your arms around his waist in a sideways hug as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

That was surprisingly easier than he thought it would be. He felt some more of his anxiety melt away as he held you there, just enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms.

It wasn’t long after that that Levi was finally relaxed enough to talk like normal. The two of you exchanged jokes and laughs. He was smiling again, and your heart warmed at the sight. You had been worried that maybe this entire thing had been a horrible idea after you found him too worked up to leave the room, but he was much more like his usual self now and that gave you hope. All you really wanted was for him to enjoy himself. It wasn’t often you managed to drag him out of the House of Lamentation and you wanted to make the most of it. And even if you may not have grown physically closer during this trip, you knew you had definitely gotten closer emotionally and that Levi trusted you just a little bit more.

After a while, you had started to grow drowsy so you knew it was time to get out and prepare for bed. You still had two more days left of your trip, so you really needed to rest now to make sure you had the energy for all the sightseeing Levi had wanted to do tomorrow.

As you snuggled into your futon, you felt Levi climbing in beside you. You rolled over on your side, tucking one arm under your head as you watched him with a smile on your face. Once he had settled he also turned to lay on his side facing you, and his hand soon found yours, twining your fingers together. Even though it was now dark in the room, Levi couldn’t bring himself to look at you from so close. You wiggled a little closer to him and curled your body towards him until your forehead rested against his, eyes closed.

Despite all the other anxieties he may have, cuddling up to you at night was not one of them. Something about the darkness and the warmth of the blankets made the whole thing so soothing. There wasn’t that fear of feeling like he was being watched either - so even if he was a little flustered it wasn’t as obvious, allowing him to pretend that he was a bit more confident and less of a nervous wreck than he actually was. He wondered if maybe next time he could try things like this...in the dark, next to you, under a blanket.

“...are you sure you’re ok with this?” Levi asked, finally having found his courage. He had been hesitant to ask you again, scared that you might have changed your mind, but he also really did want to know if you were happy right now.

“Yeah, I am,” you said as you lifted your joined hands and kissed his, “Very happy,” you continued, kissing his hand again.

“Even though this is all I could give you?”

That question made your chest tighten. Did he really think this was something you were settling for?

“Levi…” you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, before rubbing your thumb along the back of it, “Cuddling you isn’t some consolation prize,” you said, finding his legs under the covers and tangling them with your own. You couldn’t see it, but he was blushing now.

“I’m really happy I get to be here with you. We have time to figure out all the other stuff later. I’m not in a rush. I just want you. Just like this.” You shifted your body once more so that it was a little closer to his, and unconsciously he did the same, pulling you nearer with his legs, holding your hand just a little bit tighter.

“I know how hard you’re trying, you know. Don’t think I don’t notice it. I do. And that means more to me than anything.”

Levi pulled your arm to his chest, holding it there, feeling your warmth seep into him. You were so warm. As much as he wanted to be ready now, and wanted to impress you, he also truly enjoyed moments like this that made everything else seem so trivial. Why was he even worried so much earlier? You understood him. You didn’t pressure him. You were happy with him how he was. You never asked him to be something he wasn’t. He was safe with you.

“...I love you.”

“I love you too, Levi.”

As Levi started to drift off to sleep, he felt you give him a gentle kiss on the lips and he couldn’t help but smile. You were always so sweet and kind to him, even though he didn’t think he deserved it. He wished he didn’t doubt you, and himself, so much sometimes. And it wasn’t that he was scared of being intimate, he was just so concerned about making himself look foolish or worse, making you uncomfortable. He was still learning where that line was between “ok” and “not ok”, but the more moments like this he had with you the more confident he became. Soon, he was going to make this up to you and show you just how much he loved you, in a way that only he could.

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[swiftlythebest]

au: tattoo shop owner nico and his boyfriend levi who owns a floral shop across the street

So I realized they’re never actually boyfriends in the text of the story. So I hope that’s okay! I have a few tattoos, but both places I went were vastly different, so I kind of combined the two. Fun fact: one of those places had a bathroom absolutely covered with clowns. It was terrifying. And as far as the flower shop goes, I just tried. I don’t know. It’s a bit longer so a lot is under a cut. I hope you enjoy!

Levi Schmitt had run his flower shop for a few years at this point. It had been passed down to him by his mother, who had inherited it from her father. When her arthritis became a bit too much, Rachel Schmitt had given the shop to her son, who had worked in the shop for most of his life. Levi had a botany and business degree, as owning this shop was all he had wanted for his whole life and he knew such a degree would be beneficial.

On a rainy Monday morning - and really, what morning in Seattle wasn’t rainy - Levi noticed a new storefront across the way. It appeared to be a tattoo parlor, which was called The Mad Tatter. Levi chuckled slightly at the excellent pun. He watched a tall man make his way into the shop and turn on all the lights, flipping the sign to ‘Open.’ While Levi couldn’t see much of him, he could tell he was attractive and Levi blushed. Maybe he’d have to go introduce himself later.

Later that day, while Levi was helping a lovestruck teenage couple design a corsage and boutonniere for an upcoming dance, the bell over the door tinkled. “One moment!” He called out without looking up.

“Take your time.” The smooth, deep voice coaxed Levi out of his concentration, and he looked up only to be met with an unfairly gorgeous face attached to a truly amazing body. This must be the tattoo parlor owner. Yup, definitely attractive.

Levi cleared his throat and turned his attention back to the teenagers, a small blush settling on his cheeks. The girl gave him a knowing smile, which he tried to pretend not to notice.

Ten minutes later, after the teenagers had settled on an arrangement and placed an order, Levi approached the man. “Um, hello. Welcome to The Green Room. Is there anything I can help you with today?”

He turned to meet Levi’s eyes, and Levi forgot how to breath for a moment. “Oh, no, I just wanted to introduce myself. I own the new tattoo parlor across the street.” He extended his hand. “Nico Kim.”

Levi grabbed the hand. “Levi Schmitt.”

“Well, Levi, if you ever want to swing by, I’d give you a discount.” Nico smirked.

“Oh! Thank you! But I… there’s really not anything I think I’d want on my body forever. But if I ever get an idea, you’ll be the first to know! Well, maybe not the first. I’d check with, like, my mom or something. Or my friends just to see-”

“You’re cute when you babble. Cute when you don’t babble. But seriously, stop by anytime.” Levi blushed profusely. “What’s your favorite flower?” He began to inspect the arrangements.

“Oh, uh, I mean, probably a lily.” Levi absentmindedly fiddled with the daisies in front of him.

Nico turned with a bright smile. “I love lilies. Mine is a gardenia. It’s simple, but elegant.” He grabbed a few lilies and gardenias and made them into a makeshift bouquet. “They look great together.”

“Yeah. We combine them for wedding bouquets a lot.” Nico offered Levi the flowers, which he took with a blush.

“I’ve got to get back to my shop. But seriously, stop by sometime soon.” Levi watched him until he disappeared through the door of his parlor. He then brought the flowers to his nose and inhaled the sweet scent, sighing deeply.

A week later, during a slow part of the day, Levi turned the sign on his door to “Closed” and made his way across the street, clutching a flower in his hand. He pulled open the door and was immediately met with an eclectic display. Scattered all over the walls were mock-ups of various tattoos, presumably all drawn by Nico. He was insanely talented, each work complex and beautiful.

“Hello sir, do you have an appointment?” A tattooed young woman chirped up from behind a desk.

“Sorry, no. I just… I’m Levi? I work at the flower shop across the street.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, you’re Levi! Nico’s been hoping you’d stop by. He was starting to lose some of that hope, actually. He’ll be delighted to see you.” She turned towards the back of the shop. “Hey Nico! That guy you’re obsessed with is here!”

“What? Wait, Levi’s here?! And he just heard you?” Nico’s voice rang out and a few seconds later, he appeared at the desk, bright red in the face.

“Funny that you knew who I was referring to.” The woman smirked.

“Cassidy, take your break. I’ve got this.” Cassidy sighed and stood, evidently upset she wouldn’t get to watch the interaction.  

“Um, hi. I brought you this. It’s probably dumb.” Levi held out a pure white gardenia, which Nico took with a blinding smile.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much. I, uh, I actually have something for you too.” Nico withdrew a small sketchpad from the desk and carefully pulled out a page. On the page was a detailed image of a lily and gardenia, the stems wrapped around each other. “I was just doodling, so it’s not great, but I figured you may like it?”

Levi, in awe, grabbed the page and inspected it. “It’s amazing. Thank you! I love this. Would you mind if I hang it up in my shop?”

“Please do, if you want.” Levi looked up to find Nico gazing at him with a fond expression.

“Are you new to the area?”

“Yeah. I needed a change and Seattle seemed like a nice place to… start over.” Nico shrugged, and Levi knew there was a story. Maybe he’d be able to hear it someday.

“I’d, uh, be happy to show you around. If you want.” Levi looked down, uncertain and scared of rejection.

“Like a date?” Nico’s voice sounded… hopeful?

“Yeah. Like a date.” Levi gulped and looked up.

“Yes. Most definitely.” THey gazed at each other with matching smiles.

“Ha, called it!” A voice rang out.

“Cassidy, break!” Nico yelled, not taking his eyes off Levi’s face.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s going to hurt so much!” Levi whined.

“Not too much. Your forearm is a good spot. And I promise I’ll take as many breaks as you need.” Nico held onto Levi’s shaking hand and stroked the back with his thumb.

“Let me see yours again.” Nico pulled back his sleeve so Levi could see the new tattoo on his own forearm: the lily and gardenia Nico had drawn almost three years prior.

“Don’t feel pressured to do this if you don’t want to. I know you thought this would be a sweet way to mark our first wedding anniversary, but it’s fine if you’re not ready.”

“No. No, I want this. I want to have this beautiful image with me forever. To remind me and everyone I meet that I have the most incredible husband. And also, flowers are kind of my thing, so it makes sense.” Levi gave a nervous chuckle.

“Okay. If you’re sure.” Nico leaned down to give Levi a reassuring kiss. “Settle in, this may take a bit of time.”

“But it’ll be worth it.” Levi rolled up his sleeve, took a deep breath, and prepared to have his favorite picture drawn on him forever by his favorite person.

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[sparda3g]

Attack on Titan Chapter 104 Review

I thought we have already seen all crazy and intense moments of the arc. I was wrong. This chapter doesn’t hold back on the possibilities to get the job done; even if it is done by the cruelest way possible. It is drawing near to the end of the massacre that Eren and Survey Corps brought to their home. It was another intense chapter that had me exhilarated to the very end.

At last, we finally got to see Armin’s Colossal Titan form, though it’s largely similar to Bertolt’s version. I believe it is larger than his though, judging by the drawn angle shot, but I can’t confirm. It makes sense that it won’t have a massive makeover since it’s basically a human body without any flesh. Even so, the devastating presence still leaves a bone-chilling impression.

The significant part of this scene is how Armin feels really uncomfortable with the destruction he and his friends have caused. It is true that they have killed many humans before; however, this is far different for it involves with normal citizens from another country. It’s not self-defense; it’s collateral damage. It’s always neat how Isayama dissect the effect of war differently for each arcs with different characters. Armin also feels sympathetic towards Bertolt for he had to kill as many as this Titan. It proves that everyone is/was human and their action scarred their mind.

One of the most anticipated outcomes was with Jean and Falco in a very tough situation. I have to admit, I was afraid to read this because the possibility of someone’s death with couple of paths to choose from. The way how it builds up was getting to me really bad, like “Who will die?!” It turns out that Isayama didn’t kill anyone off as Jean misses his shot. It sparks a new question on whether Jean missed because of sympathy or the steam from the dying Cart Titan that navigated the spear. This may lead to inner conflict of killing innocent lives or leaving them to be the next threat; which somewhat ties in with Armin’s early scene well.

The good news is Pieck survives; the bad news is she’s in a horrible state. When Falco pulled her out of the titan, I thought he pulled her head and spine only; her hair and blood splattered spots deluded my eyes. Still, she looks awful, nearly thought she’s already dead. Luckily, Falco and Gabi escape with her, thanks to Magath and other soldiers. It’s crazy how much of a hero vibe they’re having yet they’re technically the villain; it’s called humanity.

While the action takes place next, I want to continue with those two kids scene where they are hiding inside a building for shelter. Following up with Pieck’s condition, it’s no doubt that she is done with this battle. The only question left is will she survive to see another day as her recovery is taking a long time. I believe she will survive, so the fans could take a deep breath. The true purpose of the scene is the whereabouts of Reiner.

It’s hard to judge Falco’s decision in this tight situation because he acknowledged that Reiner can’t fight in his current state yet he believes that they shouldn’t disturb him. On one hand, it’s admirable to respect him as a person like he needs a time alone to ease his mind or whatever that overly stressed him. On the other hand, they can’t afford to let him remain immobile when he’s the Armored Titan and he could greatly benefit to the battle right now. It’s like there’s no time to let him rest when they are out there suffering and losing lives.

The airship made an appearance during the moment with Armin finishing his job to wipe out the fleet. Now, it arrives to the active battlefield, which is what those light signals were for in the early chapters. It coordinately lines up like it was ready for an airplane to make its landing. It’s basically a signal call for Survey Corps to make their retreat, which means this battle is close to ending. It has been intense, so I don’t mind a cool down.

Hange makes her time-skip debut and much like Levi, not much really has changed, though she is sporting the new uniform. I guess the veterans don’t change at all while the former rookies get makeover. The tension is that they only have one shot at this and everyone must make this only attempt to retreat; otherwise, they will be shot down. This gives a sensation that something wrong will occur and it could be one member being taken out before reaching to the airship. It certainly gave me a lot to look forward with this rising tension and stake.

We get an intense Titan battle. Porco lost his temper after witnessing his comrades being taken out; not even knowing if they are alive right now. It engages him to attack Eren head-on and he was matching up well.  The devastation was captivating; capturing the intensity of two Titans in a heated battle very well. Jaw is actually pretty damn frightening to mess with because it can chomp down an armored hand like a soft candy. The claws are no joke as well; it can freaking slash the crystal that Tybur lady is resting in and actually leaves a mark. I thought we saw everything from Jaw but when used correctly, it’s terrifying. Eren was struggling, but this would give him a brilliant yet heartless idea.

After the scene with the airship arriving for extraction, Porco did well for taking on Eren, but sadly, his mind was all over the place for vengeance in which will ultimately pay the heavy price. Because of the sight for his enemy to escape, he didn’t think anything else but kill them without carefully check his area. It’s too late now, as Mikasa takes out his legs; similar to what she did back when dealing with Armored Titan. Then we have this scene.

I know the series has plenty of brutality for a Shounen no less; however, I believe this has to be the most brutal way to defeat your enemy. It’s smart no doubt, but good God almighty, this was purely messed up. Eren takes Jaw Titan and uses its jaw to crush none other than the crystal. In other words, use your enemy to crush your other enemy; force him to be a murderer of his comrade. Wow…This whole scene was bone-chilling and rightfully so.

The sensation of this one moment is not only a slow victory for Eren but the large amount of regrets is coming in for Porco for costing War Hammer Titan against his will. It slowly takes the time as he is slowly pleading to stop, but with Eren, no amount of care is given. The crystal shattering is a clever way to illustrate her as a crushed body into pieces without resorting to graphic imagery. Either way, she is crushed and the War Hammer Titan is now in Eren’s possession. That was so painful; dare I say, physically painful to watch it.

Probably my absolute favorite scene is the rise of Reiner to do one act that blurs the line of good and evil. It got to the point that Eren really look like a total heel or villain with how he is annihilating them in the most brutal manner. I know, this is war and understandably so, but the imagery is rather staggering. I can throw this chapter to a newcomer and they will say, “This Eren guy is such a monstrous villain.” Porco was about to be killed, but what lead to next is the imagery of a rising hero.

It is amazing Isayama managed to swap the position of who will get a heroic act in the midst of massacre. Gabi cries for Reiner to help for he is the only one to save him. Falco joins in later on, basically submitted because they are really in need of help right now. Reiner was still sleeping but conscious to know they’re calling for him. It’s very telling that he doesn’t want to help but the more they cry, he finally begins to rise up and manages to turn into Armored Titan. It wasn’t completed, but it was good enough to pull one act.

Despite his words described as depressing, the fact he did shift to a Titan does speak volumes. Remember, he wanted to kill himself really badly, but he said that the kids are his reason to not give in the temptation. This basically readdresses that since he did shift. Those kids were the ones crying; who knows if the outcome would be the same if it was with others. It does give Reiner a purpose in life as he was cheered like a savior; something that he felt he doesn’t deserve, especially if you based off of his recent flashback. This was really nicely addressed.

The best part is what could have been Eren versus Reiner Round 3, only it is done for one final strike. I was all fired up when he woke up, so when they were about to exchange punches, I was marking out alas going nuts. The tension was running high and it ends with Reiner getting punched out, losing his jaw. Oddly enough, he retrieves the Jaw Titan from Eren. That was just astonishing, because Reiner didn’t bother to fight, rather put his comrade first and retrieve him. This does paint Eren to be the villain of the scenario completely. Newcomers would think Reiner is the protagonist that not only got cheered for like a hero but even pull a heroic act. That’s fantastic.

Eren is finally out of strength and notes that he and Reiner will meet again. It may be early to call, but to me, that basically translate that there will be a round 3 between them. I wonder if I should root for Reiner if Eren continue to act this way. Everyone is retreating, which means we can finally rest from this mayhem. Nope. Gabi is not letting that go by easily, though I don’t blame her.

What this chaos essentially done to her is to be clouded with vengeance. It’s kind of funny because if I recall correctly, she was designed after Eren but as a female instead. In other words, if you associate with Eren, your mind will be nothing but revenge. Joking aside, it does set the tone that the chain of vengeance can pass around by your action and Gabi is the victim. It ends with her going out to take a shot; unlike the last chapter, something big may happen with Gabi. It could end with a fluke like this one, but I think we are in for something going wrong. Oh man…

I got to say, the artwork and paneling has been some of the best Isayama has put out in recent memory. The atmosphere was intense as it should be. The sequence of the action was exhilarating. The moment of breaking the crystal was unnerving and quite shocking to some extent. Something about it gave me serious chills; probably the reaction and slow build to the breakdown got me worked up. The part with Reiner getting up and confront Eren was gratifying; it wasn’t meant to be a battle but damn, I got hyped.

This was yet another intense chapter that Isayama keeps on delivering. It’s going to cool down really soon, but I believe we are in need for one. The action was intense, the tension was running wild, and it was all around riveting from start to finish. The mystery from the last chapter hasn’t been unveiled, including with Zeke. After Gabi takes a shot, whether it leads to more dilemmas or not, we are going to have a lot of time to process this through.

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #chapter 104 #review

[goddamnchou]

Hello! I remember that a time ago you post some drafts on twitter about a kid!levi and kenny fic and a way more time ago one about vampire!levi. Do you intend to post them? I really understand if you don't, it's just that you're one of my fave fic writer and reading your writing is always a blessing.

omgg thank you anon ;___; the most recent vampire one i’ve been talking about i didn’t write anything of, but the kenny and levi one i did write some of for a day or two. i stopped after that and idk if i’ll finish it but i did write a good bit so i’ll just post it here since you asked, just fyi it cuts off suddenly

“Are you sure you wanna do this, sis?” Kenny asked, his voice stricken with a level of concern that was halfway between real and fake. “I mean, aren’t ya gonna miss the kid? A week is a long time.”

In response to his question, Kuchel - his little sister, who had stopped being little a long time ago and who he couldn’t pull the big brother card on anymore when she started bossing him around - just scoffed, rolling her eyes as she stepped into his open door, shoving a large travel bag into his arms roughly as if to demonstrate how determined she was not to take any of his shit. It made Kenny grimace, both because of what he wasn’t going to be able to get out of and because of how heavy the fucking bag was, and he closed the door behind Kuchel once she and her other delivery were safely inside.

“Of course I will.” She replied, in a sing-song voice that was directed to said package more than him - her son, Levi, who was 4 years of age and in Kenny’s opinion, too old for fucking baby talk and coddling. Unfortunately, though, his sister did not agree, as her back was to him and she was currently holding the tiny kid in her arms and kissing the side of his face, all while he stared over her shoulder at Kenny with a bored, unimpressed look. “I’ll miss him so much.”

“Kuchel!” Another voice rang out then, that of Uri, the man who for some reason liked putting up with Kenny’s shit enough to call him his partner.

They had a house that they’d bought and lived in for a while together, but because it was almost 8 hours away from Kuchel, Kenny had only had the pleasure of meeting his nephew a few times. He certainly had never babysat him, he thought with another grimace, which was what he was about to do - for an entire week. Why had he agreed to do this shit again, he wondered, when he didn’t know jack about taking care of kids? Oh right; his sister had needed the favor, and if his damned soft spot for her hadn’t convinced him all the way, Uri and the sway he too held with Kenny had made up the rest. He liked kids, Kenny knew, because his brother couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and had already given him a handful of nieces and nephews, and he for some reason thought that Levi was absolutely adorable.

Unfortunately, Kenny was not sure that he agreed. Sure, the runt was cute, he guessed, if you fell for small kids with chubby cheeks and big ears that stuck out like sore thumbs, but that shit was all just superficial. Kenny had sensed what lay behind that, had a feeling that Levi’s true nature was something diabolical and unruly, and knew that the sweet and obedient act he put on for his mother had to be just that: an act. In reality the little turd was probably the devil incarnate - all kids were, and he was an Ackerman, after all - and he could already tell his nephew was going to be a pain in his ass just from the cold glare he was still giving him over his mother’s shoulder. What the hell was his problem? Kenny wondered, scratching at his beard and watching Uri approach him and Kuchel.

“It's good to see you.” He told her, standing up onto his tiptoes to give her a kiss on both cheeks before he turned his attention to Levi. “There's the little man! Hi, Levi, do you remember me? I'm your Uncle Uri. I'm going to make sure you have so much fun while you're staying with us! Did you bring any toys?”

While Kenny fought the urge to gag and squeeze Uri to death because of his charming-to-him-but-actually-disgusting behavior, Levi turned his disinterested gaze to him as well, staring at him for several long seconds before he then buried his face in Kuchel’s shoulder.

“Sorry.” She said, while rubbing his back as Uri clapped his hands together and practically cooed like a hen. “He's shy.”

“Uh-huh.” Kenny couldn't resist uttering at that, snorting and sidling up beside Uri as if he was trying to shield him from Levi's misleading charms. “Sure.”

“Don't be like that, Kenny, look at him. He's just going to miss his mother.” Uri said though, smiling up at where Levi was still held and hiding his face but doing nothing more to get his attention.

Thankfully, Kuchel turned around too so his back was to them both, now sweeping her fingers through his hair soothingly while she spoke. “He’ll be alright. I brought a few toys, but lately he's just been fine to watch movies. His favorite one is in there, and so is his blanket. It helps him sleep through the night.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Kenny muttered at that, said under his breath but not quietly enough to keep him from getting a sharp elbow to the side from Uri and a dirty look from his sister.

“Watch your mouth around him, Kenny. If he comes back home with any new curse words, I'm gonna knock you out.” She said, in a tone that made Kenny throw up his hands defensively.

“Listen, I told you I'm not gonna swear!”

“You just did!”

“He didn't hear me! Look at him, he's not even paying attention. He's too busy crying into your shoulder.”

“He's not crying.” Kuchel told him, rolling her eyes at him again before she turned her attention back to Levi. “Are you, sweetheart? Mommy’s going to put you down now, alright? Why don’t you go put your backpack in your bedroom with Uncle Uri? I think he wants to show you something in there.”

At that, Kuchel bent to set Levi down on his own two feet like she’d said, brushing his bangs out of his face again before she stood up and he twisted his little head around to look up at Uri. Now that Kenny could see both of their expressions, the contrast in response to what Kuchel had just suggested could not have been more comical. Uri had brightened up instantly and was practically glowing, he noticed, as if showing Levi what they’d bought him in his bedroom - a bed shaped like a dinosaur at Kuchel’s recommendation, purchased specifically for this occasion even though Kenny hadn’t understood what was wrong with the old couch they had in there - was going to make his day.

Levi, on the other hand, looked disgruntled and constipated, with his tiny, thin brows drawn down and his nose scrunched up as if he found the thought of going with Uri to be like going to the damn dentist or something. Naturally, though, his shitty expression did nothing to sway Uri from his delight, which was good because he’d insisted on re-decorating Levi’s room so that he would be comfortable there, and because Kuchel had told him to, Levi had no choice but to follow him anyway, reluctantly trudging down the hall with his backpack in his arms after casting one last lingering glance at his mother.

“You need to be gentle with him, Kenny.” Kuchel said once they were out of earshot, crossing her arms and standing up straight to face him, giving him an icy look that was almost exactly identical to the one her brat had fixed at him.

“Shit.” Kenny said then, running a hand through his hair. “That thing looks just like you.”

“He’s not a ‘thing.’ He’s a little boy, and he’s sensitive. You can’t treat him like one of your bar buddies.”

“What the fuck? I’m not gonna, I told ya. It’ll be fine. I’ll sit him down and he can watch the game with me. I’ll give him a beer.”

“You can’t give him fucking beer, Kenny, he’s four!” Kuchel exclaimed at that, her voice raising in a way that made Kenny cringe. “Are you serious? He can’t have alcohol, it could ruin his development! He’s just started school, and-

“No, I’m not serious!” He all but shouted in response, holding his arms out in disbelief that she hadn’t laughed at his wisecracking. “It was a joke! You don’t gotta go all crazy mommy on me, sis, I’m not that stupid, alright? Calm down. I’m not gonna give him beer. I’ll give him liquor instead. It’ll loosen him up and we’ll get along great.”

In response to that, Kuchel just fixed him with another aggravated, scowly look, tightening her crossed arms and raising an eyebrow in response but saying nothing else. Clearly, she was completely unamused by his continued attempts at humor, and Kenny was only able to stare defiantly at her for another few seconds before he wilted and sighed.

“What do you want from me? You want me to carry him around like a damn baby the entire time like you’re doin’? Tuck him in at night and feed him with a bottle? I can’t do that, Kuchel, the kid is four for shit’s sake. When I was four, I’d already started feeding you ‘cus mom and dad weren’t there and grandpa was too old!”

“I know that.” Kuchel responded, glancing away with a frown at the mention of their parents. “That was our childhood, but that isn’t normal. I don’t want Levi’s to be like that. I want him to be able to be a kid for as long as he can before he finds out how shitty the world really is.”

God dammit. Kenny thought, pausing to stare up at the ceiling in a moment of exasperation. Why had he brought that up? Now Kuchel was getting serious with him and he could tell that this was something that meant a lot to her, and not that he didn’t sort of get it, he supposed, it was just...well, he wasn’t a fucking touchy-feely kind of guy. That was what Uri was for, but if the little shit acted like a little shit and didn’t listen to them, then what were they supposed to do? It wasn’t his fault that Kuchel thought Levi was some kind of angel when Kenny knew otherwise.

“Alright, fine. I’ll have Uri tuck him in and kiss his cheek and shit when he goes to bed. He’ll even read him a story if he wants, he loves doin’ that kinda thing, but to me it seems like Levi doesn’t want anything to do with us. Didn't you see that look he gave me when you walked in?”

“No. I told you, he's just shy. He doesn’t really know you, but he should warm up to you after a while as long as you don’t scare the shit out of him. Promise me you’ll behave?”

Snorting at the thought of Levi being scared of him, Kenny then shook his head too, waving his hands around at how Kuchel had just told him to behave like he was the demonic four year old. Why was she so worried about it, though? It wasn’t like he was going to do anything to traumatize the kid, and Uri was capable of giving him enough of that sappy, motherly attention that Kenny recoiled from for the both of them. “I don’t think I’m the one you gotta worry about behaving, but alright, sis. I promise I’ll be nice, and anyway, Uri is gonna be here like I said, so-

“I know, but he’s your nephew first.” Kuchel interrupted, her expression softening as she paused and bit her lip. She looked away again too, and hesitated while her face turned red, something that made him swear internally because it meant she was probably about to say some emotional shit that would make his skin crawl. “You could at least try and bond with him. I’ve been thinking that maybe you can get him out of his shell some. He doesn’t have many friends at school, and he needs that. He needs someone to look up to.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Kenny muttered, rubbing at his face and fighting exasperation all over again.

Was his sister serious? Why would she want her precious Levi to look up to him, of all people? He hadn’t amounted to shit and had done things that he was pretty sure condemned him to hell twice over - if there was such a place, anyway - and he didn’t think a piece of shit like him was the right person for Kuchel’s son to find a role model in. Even if he didn’t get kids or have a fatherly bone in his body, he knew Levi was more important than anything to her, and the last fucking thing he wanted was to be responsible for the kid turning out like...well, turning out like him.

She’d be disappointed if he did, Kenny thought, and he didn’t do well under pressure like that anyway. Shit, though, what could he say? Obviously Kuchel was pretty concerned about Levi’s behavior somehow if she was telling him this, and unfortunately, he’d never been able to shake the stupid, soft, protective instinct he’d developed as a kid to keep her safe and happy.

“Fine. Fine, fine fine.” He said more seriously this time, sighing in resignation. “I’ll try, but don’t come back cryin’ to me if the kid starts stealing bubblegum and sneaking out by the time he’s 10.”

“He won’t do that. I’ll make sure.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Kenny said at that, snorting in jest and reaching out to wrap an arm around Kuchel’s neck. He pulled her towards him and patted her a bit in a rough, awkward sort of hug, and stood there a moment as she just stared at him before continuing. “Don’t worry about it, alright? Me an’ Uri got this. The kid will be fine. Just go and enjoy your vacation with your girlfriend.”

At that, Kuchel immediately smacked him on the chest and pushed herself away, shushing him in a half-panic and looking over her shoulder. “Shut up, Kenny! I told you not to call her that when Levi is here. He might overhear you!”

By then, Kenny was out of expression of disbelief and exasperation, so instead he just closed his eyes and rubbed at the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He thought. This was going to be a long, long week. Kuchel going on vacation - a cruise with her “friend” Traute, whom she had met through Kenny - wouldn’t even change that, as he had no doubt that she would find some way to check up on him whenever she could so that she could get onto him for not treating Levi like a prince or being ‘sensitive’ enough to his emotions.

She seemed to think that they were complicated despite the fact that Kenny was pretty sure Levi couldn’t even read yet - Could he wipe his ass though, he wondered? He should probably ask that before Kuchel left - as she had apparently not told Levi that she had a girlfriend yet because she wasn’t ‘sure if he was ready for that.’ She wanted to make sure he was okay with Traute or some shit first, and gave him an entire lecture about not mentioning it to her son while he was babysitting him, despite the fact that the only reason he had to do it was because Kuchel had wanted to take some kind of romantic vacation with her.

Whatever. Kenny thought, waving a hand at her and nodding as if to pretend he understood, making a mental note that he hopefully wouldn’t forget to not mention Traute as anything other than Kuchel’s friend.

By the look on her face it was clear that she wasn’t really appeased, but thankfully, Uri chose that moment to come back with the little runt trudging behind him.

“He really liked the bed.” Uri announced proudly, walking towards them with a soft, dreamy smile on his face. “And I found out he likes stories. I’m confident that he’ll let me read to him there before he goes to sleep.”

Nodding her approval, Kenny watched as Kuchel bent back down to face Levi, smiling warmly at him while she placed her hands on his tiny shoulders. “You hear that, Levi? Your uncles are going to make sure to tuck you in every night. They’ll give you your blanket and read to you until you’re sleepy, just like Mommy does. Did Uncle Uri show you the nightlight?”

Biting his lip, Levi glanced over at Uri with his eyes widened before he returned to staring at Kuchel, giving her a nod in the affirmative that he had indeed been shown the nightlight.

“Okay. So there won’t be anything to be scared of while you’re sleeping, alright?”

Nodding again, this time sullenly like he didn’t quite believe what his mother was saying, Levi frowned and looked to the ground, his expression now turning into something pouty that made his bottom lip stick out. It was because Kuchel was getting ready to leave, Kenny figured, so that she could catch her flight out to the cruise ship, and Levi could apparently tell that it was time. He was unhappy about it, obviously, and so was Kuchel, who had explained to Kenny that she’d never left Levi for this long before. Kenny didn’t think it was that big of a deal because it was just a damn week and the kid probably wouldn’t even remember this shit later, but whatever. She wasn’t going to hear that, and their goodbye took so long that Kenny had to go take a seat on the nearby couch.

Slumping down on it with his long legs stretched out in front of him, he watched Levi cling to Kuchel like she was leaving him for good, his face pressed into her clothing pitifully while she rubbed at his back and hair and hugged him close. She was murmuring shit to him too that Kenny was now too far away to overhear, but that he presumed was more baby talk and reassurances to keep him from losing it. He honestly had the air of someone who was about to cry, which, of course, was nothing that Kenny had confidence in his ability to deal with - at least in any type of way that his sister would approve of, anyway. Thankfully, though, she managed to soothe him enough so that he eventually let go of her, his now slightly red, wet cheeks coming into view when she turned him around.

“He’s alright.” She said, kissing the side of his face one last time before she wiped the beads of snot that had accumulated under his nose with a tissue. “He’s going to be brave.”

Beside him, Uri brought his hands up to his chest and smiled like he’d just witnessed a miracle while Kenny grimaced, his expression only growing worse when Uri suddenly reached down to grab something to hold onto in an awed, silent rush of emotion. Unfortunately, what he sought out happened to be Kenny’s fingers, and unfortunately, Kenny had long ago lost the strength that it took to pull away. Instead, he told himself that he was just humoring Uri and not actually thinking about how soft his hands were, but that didn’t stop his ears from burning like a stupid teenager or something when Kuchel caught sight of it and smirked wickedly.

It was the expression of a ruthless sibling who had just realized they’d just found new, embarrassing ammo to shoot the other one with, and Kenny fully expected her to start right then and there, to stand up and relentlessly tease him about it until he thought he might explode. Uri always laughed and smiled knowingly while she did that - which did not fucking help - but thankfully, she instead focused on getting out the door, giving Uri a hug and a kiss on the cheek while uttering some last minute instructions about what kind of food Levi liked before saying goodbye to him for good, the look she gave Kenny giving him no doubt that she was just going to file that shit away for later.

Look how soft you are. He could almost hear her saying. What happened to my brother, who used to say he didn’t need anyone?

Scowling at the imaginary conversation he was now having in his head - When had he ever said he needed Uri? He hadn’t; he just chose to have him around because he wanted to - Kenny gave his sister another quick, rowdy hug before she left, mumbling something to her about having a good time before she was gone. She’d given Levi one more wave before she’d walked out the door and told him to be good, and Kenny found that he could not give the kid any shit for the stricken look on his face when he suddenly felt a similar emotion inside too.

Shit. He thought, absentmindedly scrubbing his fingers through his beard again. What the fuck did he do now? What should he get the kid, if anything? Food? Water? Milk? Why wasn’t he talking? He was just standing there, and he hadn’t said a single thing in Kenny’s presence since he’d walked in, he realized, but he was pretty sure he was old enough to speak. He had heard him say shit to Kuchel once before, hadn’t he?

“Hey, kid.” He said at that thought, swallowing the trepidation - he wasn’t going to be intimidated by a toddler, that was ridiculous - when they all remained silent for a few more seconds and Uri looked at him expectantly. He motioned for him to do something encouragingly too, but Levi, on the other hand, was eyeing them both with that shitty stare on his face again. He looked sinister, in fact, like he was standing there plotting all of the ways he was going to misbehave and wreck Kenny and Uri’s house, but he had to say something, he guessed. “You remember me, don’t’cha? I’m your Uncle Kenny. Are you gonna behave for us while your mom’s gone?”

As he’d spoken, Kenny had crouched down in front of Levi like he’d seen Kuchel do, draping his arms over his legs casually and doing his best to look him in the eye even though he was still about a foot above his head. In response, naturally, the kid just kept staring at him, his eyes looking him up and down once like he was fucking sizing him up or something before, surprisingly, he finally did speak.

“You’re not my dad.” He declared, in an obstinate tone that made Kenny frown.

“No shit.” He responded, snorting loudly and crudely in a way that caused Levi to make a face. “That’s a good thing. Your dad was a worthless, no good son of a bitch fuckwad, and-

“Kenny!” Uri hissed at that, interrupting him by shoving his bony elbow into the side of his shoulder as best he could.

Oh right, he remembered. He wasn’t supposed to curse.

#words #levi ackerman #kenny ackerman #kuchel ackerman #i LOVE THE ACKERMANS OK #Anonymous

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Levi and Jason, Starter 1

Levi pushed himself up from the floor of the bar then reached down a hand for his friend pulling him up, a grin on his face. “Told you I’d smoke your ass doing push-ups even after two shots.”

“Not my fault you’re half-Irish and you can handle your liquor?”

“Irish drink beer, not rum. Besides, aren’t you half-Russian? Shouldn’t you be able to handle hard stuff better?”

“Fuck you,” Dylan said shoving him playfully.

“Oh sugar, I know you wish I would,” he winked at his friend and ran his hand under his jaw.

“Okay lovebirds, hate to break up the party, but I’ve got news. Somebody’s got their eye on you,” Becky said walking over to them.

“Wait, me or Levi.”

“Levi, you dick wad,” she said, reaching up and smacking Dylan on the back of the head, “because, you know, I would absolutely tell my boyfriend if someone was checking him out.”

“Hey, I don’t know, you might be into taking someone else home, you never know.”

“We tried that once. I didn’t like it. So yes, you do know.”

“Woah, okay,” Levi said laughing, “I’ll file that one right under ‘things I didn’t need to know about you sick fucks.’ Now come on, spill Bec, who is it?”

Becky smiled, and pointed over toward the bar. “The one on the corner. Leather jacket, dark hair, blue eyes, looks a little like Superman. He wouldn’t stop staring at your ass the whole time you clowns were having your little competition.”

“Really, no shit?” Levi said turning to look at the man who blushed when their eyes met. He was attractive and the Superman comparison wasn’t far off, he had to give him that much at least.

“Wasn’t Clark Kent like your first crush or something when we were kids?”

“He’s Superman but nerdy, who wouldn’t like Clark Kent?”

“Okay. Well this conversation has taken a weird turn, I was promised drinks, and Levi has way better things to do rather than debate the sexiness of cartoon characters.”

“It’s comics not cartoons and for the record Ivy is way hotter than Catwoman, no matter what anybody says!” Dylan yelled as Becky hauled him off.

Levi just laughed and shook his head as his roommates walked away. His eyes flicked over to the man at the bar with a small smile. Bec wasn’t far off. Slip him in a suit and add a pair of spec, he could pull off Clark Kent pretty well. Though with the way he was dress right now, he could much more easily pull off Nightwing-era Dick Grayson. Not that Levi minded. Not that he minded at all.

A small smirk crossed Levi’s lips and he grabbed his beer bottle. Maybe Becky was right. Maybe he had something better to do with his time. He’d felt the demons whispering a little louder lately, maybe this would quite them for a little bit. Even a night would do and the guy seemed nice enough. And the looks certainly didn’t do him any harm. Maybe this could even be a good thing. He wasn’t exactly looking for a relationship, but it could be nice, not that he would keep his hopes up.

He leaned against the counter on one arm, grinning at the blue-eyed guy. “So, uh, did your mother just never tell you it’s rude to stare or what?”

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Jason rarely opted to hang out in pubs but he couldn’t bear the thought of spending another night in his flat moping about. So when his best mate Oliver asked him to spend a bit of time at his favorite spot, he eagerly accepted. A night out with his mate was just what he needed to get over the small slump he had been in. it was just what he needed to feel good again. Or at least he had hoped it would be.

It took hardly any time at all for Oliver to find a girl to chat up and he looked toward Jason for permission to see where it went. Jason nodded even though he would rather not be left alone because that’s what friends did. He would probably spend a few more minutes drinking the beer he got himself and then maybe curl up with a good book in his bed as soon as he walked back to his flat. He should have known that Oliver would do this and he shouldn’t have gone out, he thought gloomily. Little did he know that Oliver had planned all this to try and get his mate to go out and maybe meet someone new. He knew his friend well enough to know if left to his own devices, chances were good that he would find someone to speak to or rather someone would find him. After all Jason was incredibly fit and it seemed to Oliver that gay males were able to pick out other gay males quite easily.

Jason was about to pick up and leave when someone caused him to pause and go for another beer. At first, he thought the two guys that were doing pushups on the floor were quite silly but then he noticed how handsome one of them was. He was first drawn to a sculpted jawline that had a lot of stubble that seemed to complement his face. He then noticed hair that was a lovely shade of red which went perfectly with a pale complexion.

His eyes then went to his shoulders which moved with ease, the muscles rippling under his tee. Finally, he found himself drawn to his backside which was firm and nicely rounded. He couldn’t help but think that it would probably feel nice underneath his fingertips and he felt a slight twitch in his groin. It had been so long since he had felt a man’s touch and perhaps he missed it more than he cared to admit.

He watched as the two boys got up and started to talk amongst themselves. He knew he should look away but there was something that kept his eyes on him. It had been so long that a man had caught his eyes, lately he had thrown himself full force into his studies so he didn’t have to think about his lost love. With his head in his books or toward the ground, he didn’t see much. It was scary to have his eyes on someone now but it felt nice at the same time. He was debating in his head about going to speak with him when their eyes met and he felt his face grow warm.

Quickly he ducked down to look at his beer. He hoped that the bloke didn’t think him odd. He thought maybe he should go over and have a chat now that they had made eye contact but he wasn’t sure that he should, especially because he was in a conversation. It wasn’t a good idea at all, he knew that much. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to move on even. Time had taken the edge off of the pain of loss but it wasn’t exactly healed.

He was still debating when the bloke came up to him and Jason looked up in surprise. “Right, yeah of course she did. He muttered to him. He used to be so confided and the words came easily to him, but no longer. He had to pause for a moment to formulate an adequate response. “It’s just that it’s difficult not to stare when a fit bloke is doing pushups in front of your face. I hope I’m correct in assuming you like males?” he said boldly. “If not, I do apologize but I daresay you wouldn’t have come over here if that wasn’t true.” He smiled and put out his hand. “I’m Jason. Would you like a drink?”

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Levi was almost always confident with guys. He was fit and ex-military and attractive and he’d never had any complaints in bed. Honestly that was enough for most guys. Sure, there were times he had to flirt a little harder and there were times he struck out and times the guy was just straight. But he knew he did well with guys and even if he didn’t, he didn’t let it bother him. There were enough things for him to worry about. He didn’t want his sex life to be one more.

Up close, honestly, the man was even more attractive. His jaw was so perfectly chiseled Greek statutes were surely jealous. His dark hair was cut short but it somehow only better accentuated his gorgeous features. His bright blue eyes stood out so different from his dark hair and drew him in even closer. His smile was so perfect it looked like it had been photoshopped onto his face. And under the thick jacket, he saw the curved suggestion of strong muscles. Levi loved guys who could go toe to toe with him physically and this guy certainly seemed to fit the bill.

The flush on his cheeks certainly didn’t hurt him. Most guys that ridiculously attractive were painfully full of themselves. Seeing one who seemed a bit more shy only drew Levi to him more. In honesty, he was already imagining going home with him and sliding his hands under those far too present clothes and finding out just how muscular he was. He cleared his throat trying to refocus himself.

“Definitely like males,” he said sliding into the seat next to the brunette, waving to the bartender to bring over two fresh beers. “‘I do apologize,’ ‘assuming,’ ‘daresay.’ Fancy vocabulary. Not the kind I usually hear. Kind of sexy to be honest.”

“Levi,” he said shaking Jason’s hand. Idiot number one over there,” he said turning in his seat, “is Dylan. Pretty girl number twenty-five beside him is Becky. They’re my best friends and this is our usual haunt, so I don’t have to ask how often you come here. I’d remember seeing a face life yours around here.”

It was bold, even by Levi’s standards. He hoped his confidence didn’t push him away. There was something about the beautiful blue-eyed boy beside him. He was painfully attractive, adorably shy, and from the very little bit that they’d already spoken, he could tell he was intelligent as well. He seemed like quite a catch, even if it only lasted a night or two like most of his flings.

He gave a softer smile, moving a little closer. “Anyway. Harry’ll put it on my tab even if you tried to pay, so drinks are on me. Although, if you don’t come here often, what brought you in tonight? Just heard two tossers would be having a push-up contest and decided to come in hoping one of them played for your team?” He chuckled, taking a slow sip from his beer.

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Jason laughed and shook his head as the man mentioned his vocabulary. He was still feeling rather excited that this gorgeous man was in face gay and seemed somewhat interesting in him. He had even called his manner of speaking sexy, a word his ex wouldn’t use in a million years. Nor was it a word Jason would use with him. He felt almost self-conscious when he realized it had been years since he had actually properly flirted with a person. He had with Will at first but then things changed and he got cautious about it. He was a bit worried that he wouldn’t know how anymore but he was willing to at least attempt to, after all he had very little to lose. He looked up at the ginger and grinned.  “It’s my University vocabulary actually, I’m studying to be a lawyer,” he said. “We are a pretentious lot.” He joked although he believed it to be true. He hated law so far. “I wouldn’t say assuming is all that smart of a word though,” he said hoping that he wasn’t coming off as rude.

A tingle went up Jason’s arm and found its way to his stomach when Levi’s hand met his. It was a simple gesture but it wasn’t without meaning. The swooping feeling in his stomach intensified when Levi mentioned his face. It felt bold to Jason, so full of confidence that it was intimidating to him, but he like the attention at the same time. He hadn’t realized how much he missed being wanted in a sexual way. Or at least he thought it sexual. Then again, he had thought Will had wanted sex as well and that had gone poorly. He silently chastised himself for his thoughts and tried to redirect his attention. He felt like a sexual deviant sometimes and he didn’t want this person to know what was wrong with him. All he wanted was company.

“I’m actually with my mate,” he said in reply to Levi’s question. “Or I was. He’s found himself a girl.” He looked around the room until he spotted him and pointed him out. “He pleads with me to come out then ditches me as soon as he could. All that was left for me to do was watch a couple of tossers have a push up contest. You did well by the way,” he said shyly. “It was nice form. I would have had you on my team when I was rugby captain,” he said in hopes that he liked sports. It certainly seemed like he would if his build was any indication, but lately it felt like he couldn’t assume anything. “But we needn’t talk about that,” he said, “that was ages ago. Soon I’ll be a boring lawyer who uses a lot of pretentious words.”

“Enough about me though,” he said. Truth be told he wished he hadn’t brought himself up at all. The pleasant swooping sensation in his stomach was replaced with what felt like a lead weight. He hated his life now, hated that he allowed his father to lead him back to a life he never wanted. He knew Will would have been so very disappointed in him and he didn’t blame him at all. He had given up on his dreams because he had lost the person who encouraged him to follow them. He just couldn’t see himself doing it without him.

“Tell me about yourself,” he said after a bit of a pause. He took a sip of beer before continuing. “what do you do when you aren’t doing pushups at pubs?” He tried to keep his eyes on his handsome features but they kept drifting downward to his muscular frame. “I would hazard a guess that you do something active,” he said before he could stop himself. At this rathe he would run him off in no time, just as he had run Will off. “Oh and thanks for the beer,” he said realizing he hadn’t properly thanked him. “Now I’ll stop prattling on.”

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“You’re studying law?” Levi couldn’t keep his thick eyebrows from raising. He certainly wasn’t the bar’s typical clientele and in honesty, above the typical grade of men he took home, not that he much minded. It only made the gorgeous man that much more interesting. “Should I just assume if we keep talking there’ll be plenty of ‘therebys’ and ‘aforetomentioneds’?” he grinned and gave him a playful wink to let him know he was teasing. Knowing he was intelligent enough for law school only made him more attractive. They’d only just started talking and already Levi was desperate to at least bring him home for the night. Or, more likely considering how flirty Dylan and Bec were being earlier, go home with him as he did most of the men he bedded these days. “So tell me, where’ a fit bloke like you go to study law? Because if the rest of your class is so attractive, I’ll have to find a way to enroll.”

It was bold to say the least, but Levi didn’t see the sense in not being direct. Wasting time had cost him any chance he’d had with Vic. He wouldn’t let that happen again. Besides, there were so few things in his life where he could simply see what he wanted, go after it, and get it. He had control over his sexuality and his sex life. It was one of few things he could control when he had such shaky mental health. So more often than not, he found his guns and stuck to them. Hopefully it wouldn’t send the beautiful brunette running.

Not that it seemed to be between the blushes and the smiling. It was endearing in a way actually. Most guys were so full of themselves they were complete assholes or so nervous in their sexuality that they became awkward when flirtation was sent their way. This man—Jason—seemed to fit into a good middle ground. He let his fingers linger perhaps a second too long in their handshake just liking the feeling of his warm skin under his own. His heart clinched and he felt the blood begin to rush lower at the thought of more of his bare skin underneath (or even on top) of him.

“They always do that don’t they,” Levi said with a chuckled when Jason mentioned his friend. “Beg you to come out and then leave you alone when they find someone to hook up with. I’ll let you in on a secret.” He glanced around conspiratorially then leaned in and lowered his voice like he had an earnest secret to share. “It’s even worse when you’re a third wheel. I literally live with that shit. Not an exaggeration to say it’s my life.” When he went to sit back up he noticed how close they were, how easy it would be to simply lean in and kiss him. His heart beat harder and he hesitated, staying there, an inch from those perfect lips for a few moments than he had planned. When he sat up this time it was his cheeks that were flushed.

“Rugby eh?” He said straightening his shirt and clearing his throat. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? A rugby playing law student. Unarguably sexy.” He let his eyes wonder up to Jason’s. he hoped he was making himself clear. Usually he didn’t take striking out particularly personally but he had the feeling he’d be rather disappointed if he left alone tonight.

Tell me about yourself. That one phrase had his shoulder tightening rather than his heart. Maybe there had been a time when he didn’t mind talking about himself, but that had certainly changed since he returned home. He liked training the conversation on the other person because, really, what did he have to talk about? I don’t exactly live with Dylan and Becky as much as I crash there. I sleep on a shitty old couch every night so my mom and brother don’t find out how fucked the war left me. Oh and because of that I can’t pin down a decent fucking job—I mean even the military basically fucking fired me for being crazy—so I’m not going to be able to move off that couch any time soon. It was a far cry from ‘I’m an ex-rugby captain currently studying to be a lawyer.’ He was clearly out of his depth here. Maybe he should quit while he was ahead.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a long drink from his beer. “Used to,” he said nodding, trying to play cool and not let this amazing man see how much he hated his life right now. “I’m ex-military. Royal Marines.” He hoped perhaps that would be enough to satisfy him and they could change the topic again.

#levi #jason

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Brianna Reviews: Grey’s Anatomy

Episode 5: Everyday Angel 

Directed by: Chandra Wilson 

Written by: Julie Wong 

Episode Summary: 

At the hospital, while Bailey and Jo work together to help solve a mysterious case of stomach pain; Alex learns to work with Link and not let his past with Jo upset him. Jackson returns much to Maggie's surprise, but initially she's less than happy with him until the matchmaker helps her realize the true problem. Levi believes he's mistakenly taken Nico's interactions as come-ons, and Richard teaches Andrew a lesson about being a leader. Outside the hospital, Owen and Amelia spend all day outside Betty's school in attempt to keep her from skipping. Meredith talks Teddy through her animosity towards Owen by helping her understand that Owen is a good guy and deserves to know he's the father of her child.

Ah...the good was short lived. 

I really wanted the love to continue. I really did. And it just didn’t hit it with me. Sorry. So this week’s review is going to be brutal. But, this is MY opinion. You’re certainly welcomed to yours...you can comment with a post to your review or leave a comment down below. 

But, please...no attacking

Okay, let’s start off like we always do...and I will share things I liked about the episode: 

Amelia and Owen. 

Why do I get the feeling that in a few short episodes this ship will be ruined? Why? 

I absolutely loved them this episode...they were adorable. And they are in my #goals list when it comes to relationships. I love their interactions, and I think they are finally getting to know themselves for real this time and not some different version of themselves, i.e. Amelia’s tumor. 

But, we get to see a caring side of Amelia and she finally opens up about her son. Which is a big deal. And for her to be finally comfortable telling Owen that...my heart flutters. 

My heart flutters. 

Bailey + Jo 

The dynamic duo is back at it again...and this time, they’re helping a patient who begged for Meredith Grey. Like...she put her foot in the ground, made the line in the dirt, and she was not ready to see anyone other than the esteemed doctor herself. 

Only, Meredith had taken a personal day. 

So she was stuck with Bailey and Jo...which aren’t that bad, if you ask me. I mean, Bailey’s a freaking genius and works just as hard, if not more so, and is just as dedicated to the craft as Meredith. And in the end...they were the ones who found out what was ailing her...and, not Meredith Grey. Something Bailey pointed out, herself. 

Oh...and I loved that addition Jo made when Bailey was making a case as to why she should choose them. It was just hilarious. 

Jackson’s back! 

Am I the only one excited that Jackson’s back? Yeah. No? Okay. This has a double-edged sword...so expect something more on this...but I am excited that Jackson’s back. 

(And yes...it’s a bit contradictory...you know, you’re just gonna have to wait a minute.)

Jackson’s case. 

Well, you’re probably wondering what made Jackson return in the first place? And that my friends is a patient, Rafi,  who he stumbled upon in the forest, with Scapular osteochondroma, and he volunteered to help pro bono. He enlisted the help of Karev and Link to help him with the process. When the surgery uncovered another issue that would, in fact, lead them to make it so that the child could live...but not in the way that the child would be happy. But, luckily, Jackson is able to find another way...thanks to Maggie. 

And they were able to save Rafi and give him the quality of life he would want. 

Link & Alex Confrontation 

Luckily, for us, the confrontation between the two doctors didn’t last long. And wasn’t drawn out...as other, certain drama...*cough, cough* Teddy. 

In fact, it’s interesting to know...that Alex wasn’t upset with Link because of the relationship he shares with Jo. He wasn’t jealous. 

He was upset because he thought/felt that he wasn’t there for Jo when she needed him. Remember Paul? Yeah, that’s what Karev was ultimately upset about. 

And after the talk they had, I think Alex was able to move on. And I think their relationship won’t be stone cold anymore. 

At least...I hope. 

Link on guitar, DeLuca on Guitar, and Webber singing. What more do you want?! 

Oh my God. Oh my God. Where the hell has this been all my life!? I mean...my heart fluttered, and I literally paused the show and danced around my living room...I was that happy...that excited about it. 

I didn’t know Webber could sing...and I loved it. 

I am happy that they chose to end it like this. I think it was a gift, and I really appreciate it. It was beautiful and it made my heart sing. 

I wish they would do another musical episode...oh wait: 

No...for the part where I’m not a fan of...and I’m not even going to try to keep it in order, so let’s get started: 

Maggie. 

Wasn’t long before she’s back in this list, wasn’t it? 

There was like a small snippet where I thought she was going to grow a fucking backbone, but it was shortlived. Yeah, you can say I’m still butthurt about Japril, but I just don’t like Jaggie. (Do you know how hard it was for me to write that?) 

I think I can actually put into words...why I don’t like about this couple. I mean...other than the fact that this relationship will NEVER match up to Jackson and April and the fact that they’re siblings. Kind of. (Jackson’s mother married Maggie’s biological dad, whom she has recognized as such.) 

Especially since the last episode, she was literally in the “what I love” section and you know who was gone. 

I think she turns to mush whenever Jackson is around. I think she turns into a little school girl and she can’t focus, everything she does....is literally centered around Jackson and her relationship with him. Why isn’t it working? Why can’t he talk to me? Why can’t he be more open? 

Blah, blah, blah. 

I’m not saying that she can’t be hurt or asking these questions, but again... the majority of the time, it’s occurring during work. A place of professionalism (another reason why I liked Alex and Link, Alex was able to put aside his dislike of Link to help save Rafi’s life.) 

I don’t know. My observations could be wrong. But, that’s the impression I got. 

Meredith Grey 

Oh my God...really!? 

I love Meredith Grey....so, so much...and you have to realize how painful it was to put this in this part of the list. But, Meredith...was shady as f••• in this episode. I mean...she stalked Teddy, brought her into her house, to talk about Owen’s baby. 

I have a small question: Were Teddy and Meredith close when Teddy was on the series as a series regular? Did they have some sort of connection? Were they friends? 

Because this feels so out of character. I know Meredith is trying to be the “good guy” and trying to be helpful...on all sides. 

But, it didn’t feel like it. I have, like, zero impression that they stayed in touch over the years like she has done with Cristina, so I don’t get the “I need to help her” thing. 

And what hurts the most, is the fact that she is literally doing this behind her sister’s back. The one who is going to get hurt the most by this...and she has no respect for her, no human decency to try to warn her. 

She doesn’t treat this newfound relationship seriously, and doesn’t inform Teddy that “Hey, Amelia’s seriously seeing Owen.” I know she can’t really speak to her about Amelia’s true feelings, but on the same side as Meredith telling Amelia, she should tell Teddy what’s going on. Because they’re kinda...(if not officially) back together. 

I had another two points, but one of them was kind of meaningless, and the other is a rant about yet another love triangle. And you know, I don’t want to say something prematurely, and not see the full picture, so I’m going to hold off on that...until it unfurls. 

All in all, if we look back from the previous episode, I’m slightly bummed. It took one step forward, and then two steps back this episode. I didn’t get the old, warm, and cozy feelings I had from previous episodes. 

And it just wasn’t my favorites. It wasn’t something I would watch again and again with love. 

I’m going to give this episode a ....

                                                     B-

The things I loved about the episode, outweigh the things I don’t. And it wasn’t a horrible episode, just...very disappointing. I hope it goes back to the type of episode that aired a few weeks back...the episode that managed to get an “A” from me. 

But, who knows. The season is just starting, it can still turn around. I hope. 

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