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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻-𝗙𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁
Levi is 27. There is a bunch of tattoos on his arms, his back, his legs. He has a piercing going through his brow and his bottom lip. His hair is eerily black and his scowl is intimidating.
Erwin loves everything about him.
His mother does not. https://twitter.com/Katrina__Rice/status/1304297821835866114
Levi is 27. There is a bunch of tattoos on his arms, his back, his legs. He has a piercing going through his brow and his bottom lip. His hair is eerily black and his scowl is intimidating.
Erwin loves everything about him.
His mother does not. https://twitter.com/Katrina__Rice/status/1304297821835866114
At the age of 30 her son was supposed to be already married, possibly have kids, an own house, for God's sake. Instead, Erwin is crashing at her place because his bachelor pad has burned down and right now he can't afford anything new because he has just lost his job.
And then, to top it all off, he brings this... this... troublemaker home. This good-for-nothing, notorious, scroundrel. Levi Ackerman, Kenny Ackerman's nephew. An ex-con.
Burgulary, theft, drug dealing, aggrevated assault. Some even say, Levi's murdered a man.
Burgulary, theft, drug dealing, aggrevated assault. Some even say, Levi's murdered a man.
And now that well-known thug is sitting at Cornelia Smith's dinner table. Sipping on her tea, holding the cup like an uncivilized beast, neglecting the handle and gripping the rim instead, looking at her with dark, cold eyes - while her daft, blushing son is all in smiles.
And all Cornelia wants to do is to drill the cake fork into her hand, hoping it would wake her from this terrible nightmare. Only this isn't a nightmare.
She had told Erwin that Levi wasn't allowed in the house. And boy, her son tricked her. Lying to her that he had broken off things with Levi and was going to bring his old friend Mike for tea.
And now that black-haired criminal is here instead of Erwin's wonderful friend.
And now that black-haired criminal is here instead of Erwin's wonderful friend.
Even though Cornelia had threatened Erwin. Had told him she would kick him out if he would continue seein this... eyesore of a man.
"Mum," Erwin says, shivering slightly because the tension in the room is nerve-wracking, and he knows his mother might have a heart attack next.
"Mum," Erwin says, shivering slightly because the tension in the room is nerve-wracking, and he knows his mother might have a heart attack next.
"Mummy," he repeats, putting on his brightest smile, while he grabs Levi's hand and entwines their fingers, "Levi and I are getting married."
"What?!" Cornelia screeches. "What?!?!?"
Levi scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"What the hell?! Erwin?! You cannot be serious!!" Cornelia slams her hands down onto the table making all the porcelain handed down from her grandmother clatter. "No! Just... i will not allow this!"
Levi scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"What the hell?! Erwin?! You cannot be serious!!" Cornelia slams her hands down onto the table making all the porcelain handed down from her grandmother clatter. "No! Just... i will not allow this!"
Erwin presses both of his lips together, thankful that at least his mother didn't suffer from that possible heart attack and is just furious instead, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"You are not marrying that that criminal! Erwin, for God's sake! What has gotten in your mind?! He is bad for you, you are ruining your life! You are ruining mine, and aunt Janice's! What will the people think?!?! I told you to not engage with the Ackermans - and now you're
𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 one?!"
"He's also going to 𝘣𝘦 an Ackerman," Levi says. Calmly. Lowly. And Cornelia nearly chokes on her own spit.
"Wh-what?! What the hell do you mean?!"
"I'm taking on Levi's surname," Erwin explains and loves the way Levi squeezes his hand.
"He's also going to 𝘣𝘦 an Ackerman," Levi says. Calmly. Lowly. And Cornelia nearly chokes on her own spit.
"Wh-what?! What the hell do you mean?!"
"I'm taking on Levi's surname," Erwin explains and loves the way Levi squeezes his hand.
He does not, however, love the way his mother reacts to that.
Because Cornelia Smith freaks out. His mother loses it. Becomes hysteric. She starts throwing insults, asking her son how in the hell he dares to do that, calling him useless and braindead in her desperate frenzy.
Because Cornelia Smith freaks out. His mother loses it. Becomes hysteric. She starts throwing insults, asking her son how in the hell he dares to do that, calling him useless and braindead in her desperate frenzy.
She starts to weep loudly, sobbing like a mess, tearing her hair out as she keeps on shaking her head in gruesome disbelief, while Levi holds Erwin's hand firmly, places their entangled digits on the table, in fact, for the woman to see. And it freaks her out even more.
She pleads Erwin not to do this, accuses Levi of exploiting her son in his most vulnerable moments, unemployed, depressed, according to her, lost deep in a midlife crisis, with Erwin staring at the piece of apple pie in front of him, unable to say a word.
And then, Cornelia Smith brings up his father.
"He would be so ashamed of you, if he was still alive."
And that's when Levi lets go of Erwin's hand.
"All right," he says, with his deep, almost bored and still very threatening voice. "I've had enough of this shit."
"He would be so ashamed of you, if he was still alive."
And that's when Levi lets go of Erwin's hand.
"All right," he says, with his deep, almost bored and still very threatening voice. "I've had enough of this shit."
He turns his head, looks at Erwin. "Bunny, go get the stuff you wanted to take with you tonight. We're leaving."
Wordlessly, Erwin gets up from the table, offering his fiancé a little, unsure smile, before he turns around and walks upstairs to his childhood room that he has been occupying for some time now as an adult, his mother huffing and puffing in anger, like an old steam locomotive.
Levi ignores Cornelia, his gaze fixated on the stairs Erwin has just walked up. Until he hears the distinct shutting of the door. Only then, Levi turns back around to look at his soon-to-be mother-in-law, glaring at the woman who immediately shuts up and stops fidgeting around.
Because the way Levi's staring at her is just terrifying. He's used his death glare on so many people. And it always works. Except on Erwin - but that's another story.
"Okay, listen up, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," he says, talking freely now as Erwin is out of the room - and Cornelia gasps.
"Okay, listen up, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩," he says, talking freely now as Erwin is out of the room - and Cornelia gasps.
"I won't waste our time and give you the crap of 'I changed so fucking much, I'm not the man who I once used to be, I shed my past, blah, blah, blah'-shit because even if it 𝘪𝘴 true, you won't believe me anyway," he says in a dark tone.
And that has Cornelia pressing her lips together, looking scared. And she should be.
"Just let me tell you one thing," Levi continues, slowly leaning forward over the table, furrowing his brows, "if it wasn't for Erwin, I would have already trashed this fucking place,
"Just let me tell you one thing," Levi continues, slowly leaning forward over the table, furrowing his brows, "if it wasn't for Erwin, I would have already trashed this fucking place,
and if you ever mention his father like that again, fuck, I will come back alone and do just that, burn down your motherfucking house. You following me?"
Cornelia nods slowly.
"Good."
Cornelia nods slowly.
"Good."
Levi grabs his cup, slurping on tea obnoxiously loud on purpose, enjoying the way Cornelia Smith flinches slightly at that. And then he continues his little lecture, while Erwin is packing up his stuff.
Then, when Levi finishes the cup of tea, he slams it down hard on the table, making Cornelia Smith flinch, yet again. And when their eyes meet, Levi smirks smugly. Dangerously.
“You know what makes me wanna laugh the most about all this crap?” he asks, folding his arms across his hard chest while he’s leaning back in his chair, not actually waiting for Erwin’s mother to answer that.
“You’re talking all this shit about my family, like we’re so poor and uneducated, dumb and evil and shit, and you’re acting like you’re some fancy pancy, ‘Queen of England’-missus with her fucking porcelain cups and exotic tea, looking down on everybody, who is 𝘴𝘰 below you,
as if you were some kind of doctor or lawyer, when we are 𝘢𝘭𝘭 from the exact shame shithole, where we will all fucking stay forever. And you, bitch, haven’t even worked a fucking day in your life, letting the fucking state take over all of your bills to this day,
claiming to be a fucking housewife and mother by choice, when you never actually cooked a real fucking dinner for your husband when he still was alive working his ass off for his family, and you never actually played with your son
because you were too busy binging on telenovelas and talk shows all the fucking time.”
Cornelia’s mouth is agape. But there’s no sound coming out.
Cornelia’s mouth is agape. But there’s no sound coming out.
“So don’t act as if you really care about Erwin,” Levi nearly growls at the woman, who, once more, flinches. “This isn’t about him, this is all about you. Like it’s always been, Cornelia. You and your fucking fantasy world. Look around you, nutcase.
This isn’t the fucking Buckingham Palace.”
It really isn’t.
It’s a shabby, small, narrow, row house, with a sorry excuse of a garden and appliances as old as some of the town’s senior citizens, busted flooring and remnants of moisture damage,
It really isn’t.
It’s a shabby, small, narrow, row house, with a sorry excuse of a garden and appliances as old as some of the town’s senior citizens, busted flooring and remnants of moisture damage,
the rent for this piece of shit paid for by the state - because Levi’s right and Erwin’s mother has been on welfare almost all her life.
“So stop acting like you’re some kind of princess, all right? And as if you had a fucking reputation to lose because of Erwin being with me, bitch,” Levi snorts. “Jesus fucking Christ… All right, you psycho. Here’s how this shit’s gonna go down:
Erwin’s moving out today and he’s not coming back. We’re getting married next Saturday, and if you don’t show up, I swear to God: You’re never gonna see your son again. Understood?”
Cornelia’s huffing and puffing again, but it takes a few moments before she can actually form words again. “Y-You.... H-How… How dare you talk to me like that?! There’s no way in fucking hell I’ll let my son marry a thug like you! You should have never gotten out of prison!
You should be rotting in a cell, just like that filthy uncle of yours should!”
“The uncle you so shamelessly fucked with behind the pub each Thursday night when your husband was still alive and on night shift?” Levi asks with a cold smile on his lips - and Cornelia is suddenly frozen like a statue.
