One More Rule (Pt II Of Daddy Issues)

One More Rule (Pt II of Daddy Issues)

Summary: After your final fight, you and Billy went your different ways. But a summer in Hawkins reveals secrets about you he never knew.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x fem!Reader (platonic)

Request: Yes, from multiple anons

Warnings: Graphic violence, language, usual Stranger Things content

A/N: I got an overwhelming amount of asks for a part two to Daddy Issues, so here it is! I decided on a lot of twists instead of my original fic I had planned (hence why it took me so long to actually write it lol). Enjoy!

Summer of 1984, your first one free from that douchebag you regret to call your adoptive father. Who knew the hair Harrington would take a shining to you after the battle at the lab. Get you out of that hell hole, give you a place to stay, a good word that landed you a job at the local mechanics you still work at.

"Hey (Y/N)! Got a customer here, says he needs you to look at his Camaro." your boss yells from the front.

"On it, sir!"

Pulling yourself out of the hood of Hopper's busted pickup, you grab your rag and wipe off any grease you could from your arms and hands. Walking towards the front, your smile turns into a grimace when you see him.

Billy, fucking, Hargrove.

"What do you need from me, pool boy?" you ask as you cross your arms over your dirtied tank top.

"I just wanna talk,"

"So I'm pity enough to fuck now?"

"No that's not it-"

"Really, cause that's how it looks."

His nostrils flare as his temper is tested. You can't help but grin, your subtle jabs at his ego giving the wanted result. With a turn and a sigh, you grab your coffee cup from the front desk.

"If you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

"(Y/N/N), please..."

You stop before walking back into the mechanic's bay. Turning slightly to look at him, you see the sincerity in his eyes despite the macho display.

"Pick me up at Harrington's at seven. One drive, that's it. Don't you dare be late,"

You open the door, the squeak covering the sigh of relief that comes from him.

"I'll see you then. Nice tattoo by the way."

With a nod you walk back into the bay, gently rubbing at the numbers tattooed behind your ear before getting back to work.

Before you knew it, the analog clock hanging above your toolbox was at the six o'clock mark and your shift was at its end. Walking to the front desk, you clock out and say goodbye to Larry before driving back to Steve's.

Walking in the house, the smell of KFC fills the air making you grin, your stomach rumbling loudly. After kicking your shoes off, you make your way into the kitchen, gently tugging on a part of Steve's hair to get his attention.

"How was work, Harrington?" you ask as you grab a beer from the fridge.

"Boring as always, nuthin thrilling about scooping ice cream. What about you?"

"The usual, oil changes, safeties. Hargrove showed up though, gonna go on a drive with him in about an hour."

"Wait, wasn't he the asshole that told you that you were a pity fuck?"

"Yup,"

"So remind me why you're going with him?"

"I don't know, he seemed sincere enough." you take a piece of chicken and start walking upstairs. "I'm taking a quick shower so knock before you come in!"

"Yes ma'am!"

Once you finished your chicken piece you make your way into the bathroom. As you strip in front of the large mirror above the sink, your eyes scan over all the blackened scars cascading down your abdomen and circling your back. A constant reminder of your fight not even a year ago. A day that constantly plagues your mind.

Quickly turning from the mirror, you step into the steamy shower, a mix of relief and numbing pain crawling up your back and into the base of your neck. You follow your usual routine, making it snappy so you had time to make it downstairs to meet Billy.

After about an hour, you walk back downstairs. Steve lays on your shared couch passed out with the TV on. Quietly, you turn it off and gently lay a blanket over him with a small smile.

"You two dating or somethin'?"

You jump up, feeling the familiar tickle at the base of your neck ready to implode as you clench your fists. There stands Billy, the front door open with his body leaning against the frame, a toothpick highlighting his frown.

"None of your business," you mumble.

Grabbing your leather jacket, you push past him and walk towards his Camaro while swinging the heavy material over your shoulders. Slipping into the familiar car, you smell the bittersweet fragrance of cigarette smoke, (insert here). You hadn't let one touch your lips since moving in with Harrington, but damn did you miss it.

Billy slips into the driver's seat with ease, turning the car on and slipping in a mixtape that was all too familiar. Your handwriting had been slightly worn out, fading with overuse. It left a small spark in your chest that maybe this man beside you was still human.

Rock tunes fill the car as you speeding down empty streets and littered highways. Eventually, the awkward silence is broken by the two of you belting verses into the chilly air. A smile that hadn't graced your face in months appears and the light feeling in your heart returns. Because this to you was your happy place, your home.

Your little bubble is burst as Billy turns down a small street towards Motel 4. Something was off, you could sense it. Then that all too familiar tingle reappears at the base of your neck. Gently grabbing onto his bicep, you look at him, eyes full of fear.

"Get out of here,"

The tingle grows into a burn.

"What? Doll, we're fine driving down here."

"Billy, please trust me and get the hell off this road."

That's when you see it, and instinct takes over. Reaching your hand outwards, human flesh is overtaken my slimy skin as the car swerves. Just before the car flips, you feel the skin take over the rest of your body, rows, and rows of teeth filling your vision before everything turns black.

With a growl, your vision returns to you and the world's colour is now vibrant oranges, greens, and reds. Looking beside you, you see a black worm trying to crawl down Billy's throat. You quickly grab onto its ass-end and rip it away from him, throwing it through the already shattered windshield. Panic fills Billy's eyes as he tries to absorb everything that is happening.

Well, this should be interesting.

Reaching down, you bust the mechanism that holds the seatbelt, setting him free. With one punch you create a hole big enough for both of you to climb through in the roof, helping Billy through it before following after him.

He lands on the pavement, coughing from all the smoke that had overtaken the car in the little time he was still in it. You land beside him, shivering as your skin turn back to normal, the beast inside your returning back to the scars that litter your abdomen.

"What the literal fuck was that?!"

You sigh as you run a hand through your hair and begin to pace. How the hell were you even going to begin to explain this?

That's when that damn worm tries to make a sneaky escape into the surrounding forest. Quickly, you pick it up and examine the creature. A limb from an all too familiar being. Looking back at the Camaro, you see parts of its larger form covering the front of the car.

"(Y/N)?! You gonna answer me?!"

Without a second thought, you crush the limb into dust before walking back to Billy and helping him up.

"We have to get moving, I'll tell you on the way."

---

"So, this Brenner guy. He's dead, right?"

"Yeah, he's dead."

The two of you had been walking for hours, trying to make it back to the town centre. But, time passed quickly as you explained to Billy your secret. How you were one of the lab's experiments, how your father wasn't really your father, everything that the Upside Down was.

"And that skin you grow, it's part of a Demogorgon?"

"Yeah, I was a petri dish baby. They spliced my DNA with one of them and boom, I was made."

"Creepy," he says with a shiver.

As the lights of the town centre appear, you feel your chest tighten at the words you knew you had to say.

"Look, I know it's a lot to take in. You've got every reason to walk away and forget this night ever happened."

You stop walking and turn to look at him, trying to judge his reaction through his macho facade. But there was no sense of pride coming off of him.

"I ain't leaving,"

"Bil-"

"Just shut up for two seconds, alright?"

Crossing your arms with a raised eyebrow, you shut your mouth and look up at him expectantly.

"That night, I was a total asshole. And I didn't mean what I said."

You still stay quiet, urging him to continue.

"Look, what I wanted to talk about with you was about being friends again. I miss having you in my life or something along those lines."

You had to give it to him, he was trying to be vulnerable. It was hard coming from his situation, you knew that first hand. You slowly uncross your arms as you clench your jaw a little.

"You pull that shit again and I won't forgive you like this alright?"

"Totally fair, I'll watch it, promise."

"Hmm good, but I'm still making some ground rules," you say matter of factly.

"Yes, mom,"

You glare at him playfully as you begin walking back into town again, him following suit.

"Rule number one, no using me as a verbal punching bag when you're angry. Second, you leave Steve alone and you cannot terrorize the shit outta him."

"What is up with you and that guy anyway?" he interrupts.

"After the whole thing with the lab, I knew I couldn't go back to my adoptive Dad, knowing that he had helped that...bastard," with a deep breath, you continue, "Steve needed a roommate and I took him up on the offer. Strictly platonic though, he's too vanilla for me."

Billy simply nods, signalling you to continue with your rules.

"Alright rule number three, everything I told you tonight stays between us or the others. And if you ever see anything like that again, you find me immediately."

After that rule, a comfortable silence settles between you two as you walk through the empty streets of Hawkins. Once you make it to the house where Steve is still probably laid asleep, you turn towards Billy again.

"Sorry bout the car. Feel free to take mine for a while until you can find another one."

"Nah don't worry about it, I shoulda listened to you in the first place anyway," he says with a grin, making a small smile appear on your face.

"Can I include one rule though?" you hear him mumble.

"And what's that?"

"Always be honest with each other about what we are feeling. No more hiding feelings or shit like that."

"Okay, but why the sudden need for that rule?" you ask while your eyebrows softly furrow towards the centre of your face.

"Because I've been meaning to do this for a while,"

Before you could react, rough hands grab onto your hips and pin you against him, his lips colliding with yours in a bittersweet way. Smoke and your cherry chapstick mingle, causing a grin to break your lips from the intense lip-lock. It was rough, you had to admit, so you slowly make him stop as a blush reaches your ears.

"Nuh-uh, no more of that. Try it this way,"

Pulling him back towards you by the collar of his leather jacket, you softly kiss him again, taking your time to make it slow but sweet as he followed your lead.

"Okay, gross."

Both of you quickly break apart as you spin to look at Steve, his hair sticking up every which way, probably from tossing and turning on the couch.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be in in a minute," you say with a nervous chuckle.

Steve closes the door with a grimace which makes Billy chuckle under his breath. You gently punch his chest.

"Remember rule number two,"

"I know, I know but I think he's a little butthurt I got you first,"

"Who said you had me?" you say with a playful smirk.

"Well, you tell me?"

"If you weren't such a macho asshole all those months ago you would've seen that you always had me,"

His jaw drops a little but quickly closes once you lay a kiss on his jaw.

"Pick me up again tomorrow," you throw him your keys. "Same place, same time Hargrove. Don't you dare be late,"

"Wouldn't dream of it, doll," he says with a grin before you disappear back into the house.

____

He was late. In fact, he didn't show up at all. You were too late that day to get the Mind Flayer's slug out of his throat. He still got Billy. Turned him into one of his minions.

And you made that fucker pay.

Now you stand, staring below you with a sniffling Max in your arms as you fight off your own tears. Gently rubbing her back, the events of that day replay in your head over and over. Damn did you feel drained.

"Thank you for saving my brother, (Y/N)."

But it was so worth it.

Because there he lay, passed out from the grueling surgery he had to endure when one of the Mind Flayer's arms punctured his gut. But he was lucky no more had gotten near him since you got there first, using your Demogorgon form to tear apart any other arms that tried to touch him.

"Any day, kiddo," you whisper softly into her hair.

It took days for Billy to wake up. Every waking moment you had, you sat in the same chair, holding the same hand, praying that he woke up soon. In private, you ensured you drained what little part of the Upside Down was still in him into your own body. Sure, it made your scar bigger, its traces crawling up your neck and peeking above your shirt, but you couldn't care less.

Exactly 6 days, 14 hours, and 23 minutes after his surgery, he woke up. The panicked look on his face was quickly wiped off when he saw your smiling face that had a hard grasp on his hand, small tears cascading down your red cheeks.

"New rule," you say in between sniffles. "You don't get to scare me like that ever again, asshole."

A soft chuckle comes from him in response, a weak squeeze around your hand making you grasp onto it tighter.

"Alright doll, I'll try my best."

With a soft smile, you gently kiss his hand and press it against your forehead. His hand shakes as it pulls out of your grasp and gently takes your chin in its grasp, making you look up.

"Ready to get out of this haunted town?"

pls a part 2 of Daddy Issues 😩 im begging on my knees here

I’m so happy people are loving this story!! I’m gonna just publish it tomorrow no matter how much I hate it so keep a look out!

Daddy Issues

Summary: No one knows Billy like you do...no one knows you like Billy does. Both of you got daddy issues.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Power/Quirk: N/A

Request: Yes

Warnings: Angst, angst and more angst

A/N: This is my first request in months so I'm really rusty. I did change the setting a little to add to the atmosphere but the premise is the same. I still hope you enjoyed it @trelaney !

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September's first frost files into your room, pushing the toxic yet sweet smoke of your cigarette back into your face. Downstairs you can hear your father screaming again at your stepmom, probably getting ready to smack down at any moment. After years of abuse, you couldn't bring yourself to care, instead choosing to light another smoke.

When the yelling doubles, that's when your interest is finally peaked. Not only could hear your father's gravelly voice below you but an equally pissed voice came from your neighbour's house.

Ah, yes, the infamous Hargrove household. The new king of Hawkins moved in a year ago but it only felt like months. With shared bruises and the same look of desperation in your eyes, an unspoken agreement was made.

No matter what, split up the fight.

Your knuckles rap against the perfectly painted front door and all the yelling ceases. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch a certain redhead skip out of the window. The mustached bastard opens, a sickingly deceptive smile pushing up his nose. You mimic the smile, twirling an unlit cigarette in between your fingers.

"Sorry, (Y/N), but me and Billy are having an important discussion at the moment,"

"I'm sorry Mr. Hargrove but I really need Billy's help. You see, my car is making this weird clunking noise and if I have to take it back to the mechanic again my Dad won't be happy. You know how it is."

With the soft bite of your lip and your eyelashes fluttering against wind-whipped cheeks, you try to pull off your most innocent look.

"Maybe if you turned your music down you would've heard it earlier. It's all that smoke and leather,"

"I'm much more than smoke and leather, Mr. Hargrove,"

Biting your lip you nearly crush the cigarette between your fingers. After a few seconds of thought, Mr. Hargrove backs away and walks further into the house. You strain to hear his mumbles:

"We can finish this conversation later,"

Billy quickly storms out of the house, leather jacket in tow as you follow. Handing him an uncrushed cigarette and a lighter, you lead him to your car. Once his cigarette was lit, he handed the lighter back to you.

"Please don't tell me you fucked up this car again," he growls.

"Nah, just had to come up with a quick excuse," you toss him the keys. "Just added a new muffler too. Wanna hear her purr?"

"Do I ever,"

He slides in quickly, listening to your black Camaro rev with ease. His gleeful chuckle sends lightning down your spine as you light the crushed cigarette, inhaling as much as your lungs can take and exhaling as you enter the car.

"Good job, princess. She's running beautifully,"

"Don't call me that," you mumble. "I'm not another one of your whores."

For some reason, one you cannot put your finger on, he goes silent. With a harsh tug, the e-brake is off and your speeding down the country roads that Hawkins has to offer (the only positive to this town in your opinion).

Leaning over, you slip in your mixtape of all the greatest rock hits you could get your hands on, letting the angry rhythm and aggressive beat push your worries away temporarily.

It was late when you finally pulled over, somewhere in the ass-end of town. Popping open the trunk, you pull out the beers you had stashed and walk over to the hood of the car, handing Billy one.

"So, what was the bullshit this time?"

"The typical shit he comes up with. I'm not treating Maxine right, I'm impeding the "family happiness"," he makes air quotes quickly followed by a sigh. "He's never gonna get it through his thick skull that I never wanted to be a part of it,"

"They never listen so they'll never understand," you say simply, chugging back more of the watery beer you bought from some random kid who stole it off his Dad.

Once you finish your drink, you toss it away with a sigh.

"At least we've got each other in this shithole," you say.

"Who the fuck said that?"

You turn to him aghast.

"Please tell me you're joking,"

He stays silent, his glare ahead of you. The macho facade takes over and it makes your blood boil.

It always ended like this. A late-night drive. A pack full of cigarettes. A few beers. But the minute you tried to connect, to give yourself an opening to confess what had been eating away at you, and he closes up.

You thought, no, you were convinced, that he needed you. That he relied on you. That your unspoken code could finally be spoken about.

"Drop this whole macho act, Billy, cause I'm tired of it. The least you can give me is a thank you,"

"And what the hell are you talking about, huh?" he turns to you, nostrils flaring.

"You can't keep ignoring the fact that I'm the only girl that has stuck by your side the longest! That breaks you outta those stupid fucking fights! Gives you an escape!"

"Get to your point already, (Y/L/N)!"

"God Billy! You can rely on me! You can let me in for once so that I can finally tell you how much I love you! That I want to run away from this haunted town with you and we can start over! That's my point!"

You breathe heavily with anger as your words set in. The conflict in his eyes is slowly overtaken by annoyance...then frustration.

"That was quite the speech..." he draws closer to you, eventually towering over you. "But you're not my type. Why any guy would even pity fuck you is a mystery to me."

Tears prick your eyes but they never fall.

"You're nothing but a small girl with daddy issues. So think again about that little fairytale running through your head,"

Your jaw tightens along with your fists. Long ago you learned how to mask, to push back tears and fight.

"Daddy issues, Billy? You're the personification of them. Fuckin' every girl that even bats her eyelashes at you. Pathetic, temporary. Just like your mother was, come to think of it. But the minute someone wants your trust wants your vulnerability, you're this big macho man that has no feelings. Come back to me when you decide that I'm pitiful enough to fuck."

With a glare, you quickly get into your car and drive away, leaving him angry and alone. It wasn't long until water impeded your vision and you're forced to pull over. Gripping onto the steering wheel so tight your knuckles turn white. Your chest feels like it's caving in with how harsh your sobs bounce.

You know you've got daddy issues...

But he was the one that understood your wounds...

Your partner, your friend, your love;

Left on the side of the road.

masterlist • season one • season two • season two-point-five • ao3

summary: An ex-princess forced to hide and fight for your life, you’re now on the run with a Mandalorian and a foundling, trying to protect the three of you from the threat of death that creeps around every corner accompanied by a tracking fob.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x f!oc/reader

includes: canonical-type violence, fluff, swearing, childhood/current trauma, angst

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Little Moments

Summary: A typical morning with Shouta and your little family.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x fem!reader

Power/Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory/Conscious Manipulation,

Request: No

Warnings: Unless you hate fluff (which I get) then no warnings here.

A/N: This was originally meant for my discontinued Like the Incredibles series but it was too cute to delete <3

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Quiet footsteps pitter-patter across hardwood floors as you stand at the stove, watching the bubbles begin to break the surface of the egg you had just placed in the pan. Turning around, a smile etches onto your face when you see doe eyes that belong to Eri; still in her Eraserhead pyjamas and clutching her Illusionaire stuffy.

"What are you cooking?" she whispers softly before clinging to your leg.

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe my favourite little girl's food in the whole world."

"You're making tamagoyaki?!" she yells in excitement.

"Shh!" you say softly with a giggle before gently rubbing her back. "But yes, I'm making tamagoyaki along with some miso soup, rice and fish cakes."

Eri stays quiet after that, clinging to your leg as the smell of eggs fills the room, causing a small smile to form. Once you finished a few of the cylindrical omelettes, you feel Eri tug on your shirt, wanting you to bend to her level. When you do, you get a kiss on the cheek and a quick;

"Thank you, mommy,"

She takes the plate with a gleeful smile and quickly makes her way to the small dining room table you had placed just outside the kitchen. An even brighter smile replaces your previous one as you stand.

"She really loves you,"

Turning around you see Shota with his hair in a bun, grey sweatpants and a black shirt hanging off of him from the night's previous rest. With a grin, you begin to clean up.

"I was so worried she wouldn't accept me, or even Shinso wouldn't want me around."

"Well they both love you and everything you do for them," he says as he dries his hands off from doing the dishes.

"They love you too you know,"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Probably for different reasons though."

You snort softly before pulling him close to you by his sweatpants, gently swaying your hair out of your face with the flick of your head.

"And? Do you love me?" you ask with a grin.

"Shut up,"

He kisses you in between giggles, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck as your lips play an intricate dance. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, slowly lifting you up from the floor a little as you nibble on his bottom lip just a touch.

"You two can be really gross,"

With a soft groan, Aizawa breaks the kiss and nuzzles his head into your neck out of both embarrassment and annoyance. You slightly turn your head with a grin to see an exhausted Shinso, looking just as annoyed as his (adoptive) father.

"Go help Eri set the table and we will be right there,"

He simply nods before walking away, a subtle 'humph' coming from Aizawa once he leaves. You reluctantly pull away, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear with a smile. You hand off a few plates to him which he expertly takes into the next room. Following with the last few dishes, you look at the little family before you.

Aizawa already helping Eri put food on her plate while Shinso lets a soft grin slide. The way your daughter's eyes light up and the sight of the fluffy egg. To put a cherry on top, you gently placed a fish cake on the side before laying them on the table for everyone else to eat.

Yes, looking at your family, it was little moments like these that gave you peace.

OMG YOUR REQUETS ARE OPEN!!! Could I please get a Levi x Reader with their baby girl? Like ever since she was born Levi has been attached and protective of her and takes her everywhere? Like when he cleaning and to meetings? And now she starts to act like him too? I’m sorry this is confusing 😭😭

A/N: this isn’t confusing this is GREAT! I fucking love this request man, I squeal every time I read it. here, have all this fluff that’ll rot your teeth. 

His Baby Girl

Levi gazes down at the bundle in his arms with wonder, his heart warm with happiness. A tuft of ebony hair was on her head, her face pale like his. Her fingers were tiny, her toes even tinier. She was just so small in his arms, so small and pure. She was their baby.

His eyes glance down at his wife who was sleeping, the long hours of labor zapped her of all energy. During the final pushes he kept his eyes fixated where the baby was going to come out. Soon a high pitched cry filled the air, their baby covered in blood and other fluids. She was so beautiful to him. After cleaning her up the nurse handed their baby to (y/n). Her eyes were glassy as she admired their baby girl, cuddling her close. He was hesitant to hold her, scared that he may hurt their baby. He wasn’t a gentle man by any means and his hands were rough, used for things other than softness like holding a baby. (Y/n) encouraged him, telling him that he was her father, he should hold her. He tentatively took her in his arms, (y/n) instructing him how to hold her properly. Then her eyelids drooped, her body sinking into the mattress. He kissed her on the forehead, advising her to rest.

It finally cemented in his head that he was going to be a father, that this was his baby. Their love together created this new life. He remembers talking to (y/n)’s pregnant belly late at night, both soon to be parents excited to meet their baby. Months later he was now holding their baby, their precious baby. The baby he didn’t know he wanted but would give up his life to protect. He never considered himself as having a bright future in this world. It was bleak, full of agony as he endured losses after losses. He didn’t think about kids, but when he got together with (y/n) it invaded his mind. How would having a kid be like? Would they act more like him or his wife?

Holding his baby in his arms, he would give up everything to protect her. (Y/n) and his baby are his life, they hold his heart in their hands.

He snaps out of his thoughts when he hears a coo. He watches as his baby’s eyes slowly open, revealing (e/c) eyes. She looks up at him confusedly, fingers coming to her mouth.

“Hey there,” he says softly,”I’m your father.”

She coos again, closing her eyes and snuggling into his chest. His heart was going to explode. Levi nuzzles her softly, kissing her cheek. “I didn’t have a father growing up but I promise you, I’ll be as best of a dad as I can be.” He declares. He would give his baby everything he didn’t have when he was a child.  He kisses her forehead.

“Love you baby girl.”

~~~

Ever since Hannah was born everyone could see the change in Levi. They could see the softness in his eyes, the pure love and adoration for his baby girl. He was gentle with her, holding her close. He was also very protective, like he was over (y/n). It took a lot of persuading on (y/n)’s end to let other people hold their baby for a bit. He would glare at them, spitting  out threats if they dare drop his baby girl.  He didn’t like anyone else touching his baby girl, only him and (y/n). He just wants to keep her close and safe.

It wasn’t unusual to see him with a sling around his shoulder, Hannah pressed against his chest. He was proud to show his baby girl off. He melts when she would wake up, looking up and cooing at her father.  It makes him block everything out momentarily, solely focused on Hannah.

He tries to spend as much time with (y/n) and Hannah. He was a busy man but he didn’t want his baby to think he doesn’t love her. He wants to bond with her, let her know how much she means to him. Everyday is something new. Despite the new journey of parenthood they embarked on, with all the crying in the night, dirty diapers, spit ups, and much more, he wouldn’t trade Hannah for anything.

~~~~

Levi takes care of Hannah at night as often as possible. His sleep schedule is messed up as it is, perfect for tending to his baby girl. Plus, it gets (y/n) the well needed rest she deserves.

Slipping out of bed he pulls the covers over his wife, kissing her forehead. He walks to the other side of the room, Hannah screaming in the crib. Her little arms flail around, legs kicking.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” He murmurs, picking her up. He bumps her against his shoulder hoping to soothe the baby. He winces when the cries get louder, deducing she was hungry. Holding her against him he makes his way to the kitchen, warming up the formula in the bottle. Leaning against the counter he feeds her. He smoothed down the hair on her head, smiling softly. Once she was done he pats her back, getting a few burps out of her. Rocking her while humming Hannah falls asleep. Turning off the light in the kitchen he heads back to their room, depositing her back into the crib.

Slipping under the covers (y/n) rolls over, curling up to his chest. “Thank you…,” she mumbles.

Kissing her temple he wraps his arms around her, drifting off to sleep until Hannah will again wake in the night.

~~~

Mornings were his favorite, especially if he had to pull all nighters. Levi hears a small coo in the air, looking up from his desk. Pushing back his chair he stands up, entering the bedroom. His lips twitch at the sight of (y/n) on his side of the bed, nose buried in his pillow. Shifting his attention to the crib his heart clenches in happiness.

Hannah was gripping the railing of the crib, bouncing up and down at the sight of her father. She squeals, showing him a toothless smile. Walking over to her he hooks  his hands under her armpits, lifting her into his arms. Her little arms wrap around his neck, snuggling her face in his chest. He wanted to cry at that point at how sweet she was being. He drops a kiss on top of her head.

“Morning Hannah.”

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Cuddle time was very important to Levi and people better not disturb him or they’ll be dead. He gave strict orders to Eyebrows that he should not be called for or he’s cutting his legs off.

He was on his back, one arm around (y/n), keeping her anchored to his side. Hannah was sleeping onto of his chest, thumb in her mouth. (Y/n) was rubbing her back, cooing at how cute she was. Cuddling with (y/n) is great but now add Hannah in the mix and it’s all he wants to do all day, cuddle his girls.

Levi sighs softly, staring up at the ceiling. There was no other place he would rather be than with the two people who have his heart.

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Levi was all about dressing his little girl up. She looks so cute in that red and white polka dot dress. He brushes through her hair, admiring how silky smooth it was. Hauling her up in his arms the Ackerman family exited the compound.

He led them on a trail, their baby cooing at the birds as they flew by. She squeals when she sees a rabbit hop by. She was fascinated by everything, Levi watching her face light up. (Y/n) leans against his shoulder, intertwining her hand with his free one. They come across a small hill with a tree at the top. Sitting down under the shade they enjoy the nice cold breeze. Hannah points her finger at the sky, amazed at the clouds. (Y/N) chuckles, kissing her forehead. It was a nice day to be outside with his girls.

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Paperwork was a lot more bearable now, especially if both his girls were on his lap.

Pausing his work he glances down, his lips curving into a smile. (Y/n) was on his lap, legs thrown over the armrests. Her head was fitted in the hollow of  his neck, sleeping peacefully. Hannah was in her arms, curl up against her mother. It was the ultimate form of multitasking. He could get shit done while being close with his family.

As he resumes his work he hears a small yawn. Hannah stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She blinks before looking up at her father, a toothy grin on her face. “Papa!”

Her voice was so cute, everything about her was just so pure. Everytime she calls him that he wants to melt into a puddle of goo. Yeah his baby had him wrapped around her finger so what? He loves her and would do anything for her.

Resting his pen off to the side he picks her up, lifting her in the air. She squeals, giggling. Pulling her back down he nuzzles her nose with hers, giving her eskimo kisses. He peppers soft kisses all over her soft baby cheeks. Her hands pat his face, his eyes softening. She surprises him by pressing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“Dada!”

“You’re too cute for your own good you know?” Levi says,  pulling up her dress and blowing raspberries on her stomach. Her hands push at his head, her laughter waking (y/n) up.

“Aww, look at you two.” (Y/n) chirps, loving the affection Levi was showing their baby.

The paperwork was forgotten on the desk, both parents captivated by the cute cherub.

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Levi strides down the hall, Hannah in his arms. Entering the meeting room Erwin looks up briefly, smiling at the pair. Seeing Hannah was nothing new,  in fact all the other superiors adore seeing her. Taking his seat Levi leans back, combing through Hannah’s hair. She never caused any trouble, either sleeping or keeping herself entertained with his cravat. Today it seems like the latter, her hands fiddling with the white cloth.

The meeting commenced, Levi idly stroking her back as Erwin listed their next plans. The meeting finishes without a hitch, Levi rising from his chair. A few female squad leaders came over, cooing at the babe and expressing their desire to hold her. Levi turns away, cradling Hannah protectively.

“No, you’ll get your filthy hands on her.” He declares, walking away. He intends to go back to his office and cuddle his baby with (y/n).

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Levi ties the handkerchief around his mouth, duster in hand. Before he could start cleaning the shelves he hears a giggle. Turning around he sees Hannah staring back at him, a happy smile on her face.

“What is it?”

“I wanna clean too!” She chirps.

He ponders it for a moment before nodding. Crouching down he becomes her over, tying  handkerchiefs around her face like him. “I look like you Papa!”

“We need to get rid of all the dust.” Levi says, handing her a feather duster. While he works on the higher shelves she takes care of the ones down below.

“Is it clean Papa?” Pausing his work he peers down at the shelves. Dragging a finger against the wood he holds it up to his face. He smiles behind his white cloth.

“You did good.” She did better than good, she cleans better than all the brats here. Definitely his baby girl.

“Yay!” She cheers.

Shifting his attention to the top shelves he huffs. This is where his short stature is a pain in his ass. Tall things. He was about to get a chair when Hannah’s voice stops him.

“Papa I can clean them! Pick me up!” She says, holding her arms up.

Smart girl she was. Complying with her request he hoists her on his shoulders, gripping her legs securely. She happily swipes at the dust on the top shelves. The door clicks,  Levi turning his head. (Y/n) enters, staying rooted to her spot at the scene before her.

“Mama we’re cleaning!” Hannah says excitedly.

She bursts into laughter, closing the door behind her. “Oh my god Levi you’re using our child for cleaning?”

“She wanted to clean.” He states, patting Hannah’s leg.

Her laughter reduces to chuckles, (y/n) coming over to pull the cloth down and kiss his lips.

“Mama you should clean too!”

“You heard our child.”

“Oh my god.”

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Hannah is such a sweet loving girl, taking a lot after her mother but it didn’t mean she was like her father too. (Y/n) would argue that Hannah was more like Levi, taking on a lot of his personality. For one she loves to keep things clean, the sight of seeing her perched on Levi’s shoulders  was common as they clean together. She was quick on her toes, reflexes sharp. He was going to teach her some tips and tricks later when she’s a little older.

But most of all, she talks like him.

“Papa why are they fighting again?” Hannah asks as she points  at Jean and Eren arguing.

Levi sighs. “I really don’t know.” Was it too much for them to shut their mouths? It’s like they constantly have to fight.

Hannah mirrors his sigh. “They’re both brats.”

(Y/n) chokes on her food, the rest of the superiors gawking at her words. Hanji’s mouth was wide open while Erwin had his fork lifted halfway into the air. Levi was staring at Hannah, wondering if he heard her right.

“Sweetie, what did you say?” (Y/N) clears her throat.

“I said they’re brats. They’re annoying.” She repeats.

Hanji howls with laughter, throwing her head back. “Oh my god Levi she’s literally you!”

Erwin smiles, nodding. (Y/N) smacks her hand against her forehead. “Levi…,” she mutters. Obviously their little girl got it from him.

Levi was just about to combust at the love he was feeling inside his heart. He lays a hand on her head. “They really are brats, aren’t they?”

“Levi don’t encourage her!”

“You should give them punishments Papa.”

Levi smiles. She was his baby girl through and through.