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Letting Go (Levi Ackerman series) Part 3

A/n: Levi x f! oc…I'm trying my best on these especially since college has been killing me. Anyways......enjoy!!

Summary: V is Erwin’s sister and has a past with Levi which Erwin doesn’t know of. What will happen when Erwin proposes an arranged marriage between V and Levi? Read to find out….

Warnings: abusive family, angst, anime spoilers, death of characters, Erwin’s sister! oc, arranged marriage and enemies to lovers.

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

I was 16 when I was rescued from my abusive household. I remember that day clearly almost as if it happened yesterday. I spend my entire childhood within the walls of Sina as my mother and father were known for their presence in the church. We were known as the Huxley family. My father was an avid believer that the walls were gifted by the god and that we should protect it with our everything. Whereas my mother was a two timer; on one side she would be like my father preaching the same, but at the same time she herself didn’t believe the exact words that came out of her mouth and on the other side she was the town whore. She would sleep around with almost everyone just so she could get her way towards anything and everything.

I had a sister who was 7 years older than me and she would often go to my father telling him about mom sleeping around with other men whenever he wasn’t home but he would never believe her and beat her up or sometimes even lock her in our basement without food or water for several days at a stretch. When my mother came to know of this, she manipulated my dad into sending her to the Survey corps without any prior experience. My father loved my mother so he does anything she asks for….

Now you might think as to why the town people never told my dad of my mother’s behavior. That’s because whoever does so where mysteriously found dead the next day by my mother’s thugs. At one point, people were so scared of her that they started avoiding our entire family like a plaque. They turned deaf ears to our screams and pleadings.

I remember spending time with my sister, Kaylie, and if anything she was the mother figure in my life. She would buy me clothes and give me good food unlike my mother who would give me her leftovers. She taught me to read and to survive my mother’s abuse. I will forever be thankful for her.

Three weeks after my mother send her to the Survey corps, we received the news that she was killed by an abnormal titan and there was no part of hers that remained. I cried for years because I was missing her and my mother’s abuse only became worse after she left. I tried running away, but she always found me and dragged me back to the hell hole.

I first met Erwin, who was a captain back then, when he came to our house to give the news of my sister’s death. His icy blue eyes looking calculative as always with a hint of compassion for the loss of a family member. He had a very intimidating aura which helped him look strong and proud. He reminded me of my sister in various ways, one of which being that he would try his best to help save someone to the best of his abilities irrespective of what his elders or seniors opinion on the matter.

The next few times I met him, I thought it was a complete coincidence until I happened to eavesdrop on one of his conversations. He was staying for the time being at a castle in its ruins due to years of negligence. I was passing by to retrieve water for my family from the river near the ruins when I heard noises coming from the castle which was unoccupied for as long as I remember. I leaned against a broken window to hear well and that’s when I recognized Erwin’s voice. I couldn’t see who he was talking to but I heard something along these lines, “You know John….there’s something really off about the Huxley family.”

“What’s that?” I heard John ask.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that Kaylie Huxley, who was working in the church all years of her life, happened to suddenly join us out of nowhere just when we were leaving for the most dangerous expedition we have had in the last three years?”

“Maybe you’re just over thinking this Captain” John sighed.

Erwin paid him no mind and continued, “It’s not just that, when I was inquiring about their family in the neighborhood, everyone seemed to avoid talking about them almost as if they were scared about something happening to them if they spoke a word about the Huxley’s.”

“….That’s a bit of a stretch Captain. Maybe they’re just not as well known for the neighbors to speak about them” John replied exhaustedly trying to end the conversation there.

“Negative! Mr. Huxley is very famous in the church especially for his preaching and is also close to the royal family. So, there’s no way the people don’t know about them” Erwin exclaimed thoughtfully.

“Why are you so obsessed with their family? Maybe they just wanted to help humanity by sending their beloved daughter to the survey corps. They probably didn’t even know about the danger factor of the expedition. We don’t have much proof to question them for their actions” Said John.

“A family who works for the royalty and the church must make more than enough to feed a family of four. Remember when we went to give them news on the death of their elder daughter, there I saw a teen probably around 15 or 16 years with bruises on her body and rag like clothing. The moment Mrs. Huxley found me looking at her, she shielded her from my line of vision and I also noticed that Mrs. Huxley had quite some jewelry on her. I searched through church documents and found that the teen is their younger daughter, her name is Verity….Verity Huxley. If all of this is true then two major factors needs to be assessed here, one Verity is being abused or used as a slave and two, sending Kaylie to our dangerous expedition was no coincidence. They were trying to kill her.”

[Verity as a first name is derived from a Latin feminine noun meaning ‘truth’]

I heard guards coming around the corner of the castle’s entrance so I decided to quickly get back to the path towards the river.

I didn’t see Erwin for the next few weeks so I just thought that he had left wall Sina to do his work since he was a captain afterall.

On the day after Halloween, I was woken up due to the commotion outside my house. I heard my mom screaming profanities at someone and it also sounded like many people were talking about something. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and blinked a few times. As soon as I was awake I called out, “Mom….can you open the door? I promise I won’t do it again…its dark in here and I’m a little scared. Can you please open the door mom? Please….” I trailed off when I heard someone opening the door to the basement I was locked in on because I ate mom’s leftovers the previous night without asking her.

The door was swung open while the light from outside almost blinded me and I squinted my eyed trying to adjust to the light. I looked up and was shocked to see Erwin with some senior officials standing on the doorway. Erwin turned and said to one of the officers, “She is their youngest daughter, Verity Huxley also the sister of Kaylie Huxley. She was the one I told you about.” The officer looked at me, my condition as well as my surroundings and then whispered something to one of the soldiers who then walked out. The officer then said to Erwin, “I’ll leave her to you then. Ensure a safe and healthy surrounding for her and then report back to me later.” They nodded at each other and everyone other than Erwin left the house.

“What happened to mom and dad?” I asked Erwin. He looked at me, smiled and said, “You don’t have to worry about them anymore…they’re where they belong. I know that you don’t know much about me and probably don’t trust me but I can give you a place you can call home and good food. So you might have to trust me and come with me.”

“Are you sure she won’t come wherever you’re taking me? Will I be safe?” I asked feeling a little hesitant to follow him knowing that she might hurt him if she gets a hold of me ever again. “I promise. And even if she does, I’ll keep you safe…she’ll never be able to hurt you like this again.” He said having a serious and genuine look on his face. He has kept his side of the promise so far.

All rights and credits of the Attack on Titan character(s) mentioned, image(s) and gif(s) used belong to their respective owner(s) except for the oc which belongs to me.

The way I cackled hsfdhf!

On another note...I relate to this soooo much!!

unrelated (possibly) shigaraki's dad was kinda hot😕😕🤞

Gojo Satoru eye appreciation

The power this man holds!!! Single handedly brought the entire fandom to its knees!! Damn.....

This is such a cute scenario!!!

obvious — c.sc

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @svtglitch : hiya sol :00 may i request bakery/florist au with seungcheol (svt) ? (bee tee dubs i <3 u)

a/n: hi tawni <33 tysm for requesting!!!! idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you’ll still like the direction i went w this 💕 ily too muahhh

word count | 0.9k

pairing | choi seungcheol (svt) x gender neutral reader

genre | fluff, bakery au, florist au

warning(s) / includes | brief alcohol and food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

“Lovely wedding, isn’t it?”

You smile at the man who had just joined you at the open bar as he hops onto the stool next to yours.“Mm, indeed,” you agree before taking a sip from your glass. Apple juice, because you can’t drink on the job. “Though, it’s bad manners to look better than the groom, don’t you think, Seungcheol?”

As disgustingly corny as it is to say, he’ll always be the prettiest person you know. He’s the prettiest when he’s greeting customers with a warm grin, when he’s wearing his pink apron that has Cherry Bakery emblazoned across the front in red bubble font, even when he’s pulling an all-nighter to put the finishing touches on his special orders, icing sugar dusted across his shirt and counters as though a mini snowstorm had wreaked havoc in your kitchen.

And he’s still the prettiest right now, in his wedding guest attire of polished shoes, slacks and a crisp button-up, the sleeves neatly cuffed to expose his forearms. I clean up well, you recall him joking earlier today as you both rushed around the reception venue. It’s perhaps the biggest understatement you’ve heard this week, but you only had enough time to respond with a teasing call of just don’t get frosting on your shirt!

“Have you seen the floral centerpieces?” Seungcheol asks casually, gently plucking you out of your thoughts to bring you back to reality. “The colours and composition are stunning, whoever made them must be an artistic genius.”

You hide your smile behind the rim of your glass, cheeks warming from his praises. “I could say the same for whoever made the wedding cake. Tasted as good as it looked too. Have you tried it?”

Seungcheol angles his body to properly face you. Your eyes naturally drift to his collarbones, now further highlighted by the glow of the fairy lights hanging above you. He catches you staring, and smirks. “No, not yet,” he purrs, “maybe we could share a slice before it’s all gone—”

“Oh, good! You’re both here!” The bride glides over to you from the dance floor with her husband not far behind, and you’re reminded of a princess as the floaty tulle of her gown kisses the polished tiles.

Radiating pure happiness, she takes your hands in hers. “I just wanted to thank you again,” she tells you sincerely. Her wide eyes, accentuated by shimmery makeup, brim with unshed tears. The flowers looked so lovely today. I’m so glad my friend recommended you, I’m already planning to press some from my bouquet!”

Unable to conceal your relief at the positive reception, you give her hands a reassuring squeeze. “I’m happy that you like them. Congratulations again, and thank you for letting us join the reception!”

The bride beams, cheeks aglow with a pretty pink flush that you liken to the roses from her bouquet. “Of course, you two helped make this possible!” She moves on to Seungcheol. “And you—the cake was incredible. I know I said the same at the tasting, but it really is the best cake I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you,” he says with a gracious smile, “it’s an honour to be part of your special day.”

“I’m no baker, but the icing details must’ve taken forever,” the groom chimes in, “you did a great job.”

Briefly, Seungcheol’s eyes meet yours, and you just manage to catch the mirth swirling in them before he turns back to the couple. “Ah, well, I got lots of encouragement.”

The glance you two shared had seemingly not gone unnoticed under the bride’s observant gaze. “Babe,” she chirps with a snap of her fingers, looking over at her husband, “don’t they look like they’d be cute together? A lot of people meet their partners at weddings, y’know.”

“Actually,” out of the corner of your eye, you catch Seungcheol biting down on his lower lip to suppress a laugh, “we…uh—”

Taking your hesitance for discomfort, the groom offers a sheepish smile. “Sorry, we don’t mean to make you both uncomfortable.” He gazes affectionately at his wife as he interlaces their fingers. “We should get you some water, hm, darling? You’ve already had a few flutes of champagne.”

Seungcheol waits until the couple are out of earshot before swivelling in his stool to face you with a pout. “I’m surprised they haven’t noticed,” he mumbles, looking down at his shirt, “I thought it was pretty obvious I matched with you too.”

You grin, wholly endeared by your boyfriend’s sulky display as you pat his knee in consolation. “You know what they say, love does make you blind. But if it makes you feel any better, I think you look really good today.”

He perks up at your words, a cheeky smile now playing on his lips as he leans in close enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne. The warm, woody scent is comfortingly familiar, reminding you of rare, lazy mornings with your head tucked under his chin, face nuzzled into his soft T-shirt. It’s a smell you now associate with him, with home.

“Well, I think you look even better,” he murmurs, leaving you hypnotised by the adoration dripping from his gaze, “what do you say we go get some of that cake now?”

Your hand slips into his, much like all the other times you’ve done before. “I say that’s a sweet idea.”

“Not as sweet as you, though.”

“Mm, let’s leave the cheesiness to the bride and groom for tonight.”

a/n: mom i love him 🧎🏻‍♀️ anyways if you made it this far ty for reading 💗

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My sister just gave birth like 2 days ago and it was total chaos so this hit close to home for me...

[SVT Imprinted] Wonwoo: Perfect (Part 4)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, fluff, angst(???), reader’s pregnant, giving birth oh boy!!, reader makes some graphic threats lmao, for the record idk shit about giving birth :)

Word count: 3,696

Summary: Nine months of mood swings, weird cravings, and crying at the smallest things has finally led to one of the biggest moments in your life. You just hope Wonwoo doesn’t miss it.

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