Fic collaboration with @soarecreates ❤️Life with the AckermansLevi Ackerman’s life can on
Fic collaboration with @soarecreates ❤️Life with the AckermansLevi Ackerman’s life can only be described by using two words: domestic bliss. When a ghost from Levi’s past visits him, his family’s life takes an unexpected turn.Postwar Rivetra in Marley with a pinch of Kenny Ackerman in their livesCHAPTER 4 HERESnippet:“Kenny, you fucking rat.” Disturbing his sleep yet again was another offense going on Kenny’s record. The physical one Levi hid from Petra. Since his memory worsened as he got older, Levi had to come up with a way to keep up with all the wrongdoings of his uncle. Not only that, but when he married Petra, such a book suddenly appeared. All for the happiness of his marriage, Levi would argue in case his dear wife ever stumbled upon it. He worshipped Petra, but, at times, her cleaning was… subpar, to put it nicely. He just needed to blow off some steam. Kenny had expected the brat to show up when he had heard the footsteps, and he had expected a berating because when did Levi ever speak to him if he wasn’t cursing him? And he was about to respond with a comment that surely would irritate his nephew, but he didn’t have time to speak.“LEEEEEVIII!” Hange practically screeched, rushing over to greet their best friend with a hug, but in their drunken state, they collapsed into his arms. “Shut the fuck up, Four Eyes.” Levi hissed quickly, glancing back at the stairs. If the crash that had woken him didn’t wake up everyone else, the brunette’s screaming would. They seemed too drunk to care, though, their clothes a mess. The man grimaced as it took him back to the fateful night that had turned his life upside down. He couldn’t deal with another one. Surely not. Whatever deity was out there was playing a cruel prank on him.“I’m setting this straight now. I’m not fucking taking you in too. One is enough.” He clarified. And this time, not even the best sex of his life could convince him otherwise. Thoughts of his sweet wife dressed in his favourite maid outfit made their way into his mind, but before the blood could travel downward as well, Levi pulled himself together and tried to focus on the problem at hand. He was not about to parent four children. “Is that a way to talk to your oldest friend?” Hange said, doe-eyed, with a fake pout on their face. “After everything we’ve been through together, I thought I’d always have a bed in your home.” They knew Levi would always help them if they were truly in need, of course. But teasing him was always a favourite pastime of Hange’s. “You… Never… Fucking… Wash.” Levi responded slowly, accentuating every word. At some point, all he had to do was take out a cleaning brush from his pocket, and Hange would run off faster than if a Titan was chasing them. Levi always wondered if it was an extreme fear of being clean or if Hange truly loved Titans up to the point of losing all caution around them. Hange just laughed lightheartedly, taking nothing Levi said too seriously, as they knew he never tried to defend them deliberately. “Aww, c’mon, don’t be like that. I know you love that about me, anyway. You can get off from washing me again.” They winked, often teasing him about having a cleaning kink, but they were certain that he must have one. Even if it didn’t revolve around them, per se. “Did you hear that Kenny, your nephew has always been a little pervert.” “Can’t believe the brat has always had some game.” Kenny snorted, still in disbelief that he had scored someone like Petra. He had made himself comfy while his old friend had been distracting him. His pants were now discarded on the floor as he lay flopped on Levi’s precious suede sofa, a beer in one hand as his other hand was busy picking lint from his belly button. -- source link
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