Hey there, I see youre asking for prompts and I had this idea a few nights ago: the survey corps soldiers are in a mandatory ball or smth like that for the military, and Levi sees the guys that hires him to kill Erwin all those years ago and he gets super pissed (because if he hadnt entered the corps he probably would have been sentenced to death for all his crimes, and then this rich guy plots to kill a high ranking military and a few years later he is free and partying like nothing ever happened.) Everybody sees he is in a sour mood, and Petra aproaches him to ask why and comfort him, whether he tells her what happened or not.
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Levi Ackerman hated going to Mitras for precisely two reasons.
One, he hates the rich, snobby people of the upper class.
And two, he hates parties.
And just socializing in general.
Talking to people makes his head hurt. And one of the main reasons that the Scouting Legion even goes to Mitras is, well, for number 2. And if number 2 is the reason why they’re being summoned to the capital then most likely number 1 is involved as well.
And well, you could say that Levi Ackerman will be having the worst time of his life. Thinking about schmoozing up to the rich - and expecting to dance with them with his two left feet - is making him wish he’d be eaten alive by a titan instead.
Levi sulks at the edges of the ballroom, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. He fishes out his pocketwatch from his coat pocket and curses under his breath, he’s only been here for literally 30 minutes and yet he feels as if he's been stuck in this cursed place for all of eternity.
Erwin has left him to go talk with Zachary and the other commanders, Hange is talking the ears off of some noble about titan research and hoping to get much-needed funds for the next expedition, while Mike and Nanaba are having the time of their lives - drinking and dancing.
And his whole squad is missing. He hasn't caught sight of them since the moment they stepped through the threshold of the palace.
"I'll go and fetch us some drinks, Captain."
Eld had said 30 minutes ago. He hasn't returned since.
"And I will get us some snacks."
Oluo had said right after but knowing him, he's probably trapped some new recruit in a corner and started flirting with them.
Levi wonders where Gunther and Petra are. They went off to dance around the same time Eld and Oluo excused themselves. He stands on his tiptoes and cranes his neck in search of them, quickly spotting Gunther on the other side of the ballroom, headed towards who he thinks is Eld.
Petra, on the other hand, is still missing.
Levi sighs and lowers himself back on his heels, slipping his pocketwatch back in his coat.
He decides to hunt down his squad - just so he can bid them good night. He's not needed here, anyway. And his headache is killing him.
Levi opts to find Petra first since he already knows where the boys are. He makes his way around the perimeter of the ballroom, looking this way and that for the familiar flash of sunset-colored hair.
He thought it would be easy to spot her from across the room with her hair but that has proven itself difficult with the number of tall people around and it pisses him off. He has gotten elbowed too many times in one night for his liking and Levi clenches his jaw tight.
Fuck tall people.
He decides to get some fresh air before trying to look for Petra again. He is nearing the balcony when he hears a familiar giggle behind his back and whirls around only to collide with yet another tall person who can't even be bothered to look at where they're going.
The collision caused a vein to pulse in his temple, making his headache even worse than it already is.
"Pardon me. I didn't see -"
The man stops mid-sentence upon seeing Levi's face and Levi has never wanted to kill a person so hard in his life than this very instant.
“I see you’re still alive, Levi,” Nicholas Lovof smirks, looking down his long nose at him.
Fuck this tall bastard most of all.
Levi’s blood begins to boil, “I see that you're out of prison you crusty old piece of shit."
Lovof laughs and Levi felt his hands twitch by his side, itching to punch the older man in the face.
“There’s nothing money can’t buy, Levi.”
Levi balls his fists and grits his teeth, doing everything he can not to slip the dagger out of his waistband and slit the bastard’s throat open right then and there. Levi hates how money makes the world go round. If he did not join the Scouting Legion he would've been thrown in jail for all the crimes he's committed and for all the people he's killed.
He would probably even be dead by now.
Lovof sneers, “What? Nothing to say to that, street rat?”
“Get out of my sight,” Levi seethes, each syllable laced with hatred and disdain. His hand subconsciously moving to the dagger at his waist.
Lovof's eyes dart to the movement of Levi's hand and his face breaks into another shit-eating grin, “You can’t kill me. You can’t even kill Erwin.”
A growl rises at the back of Levi’s throat just as a delicate hand wraps around his elbow, stilling his movement.
“Captain! There you are!”
His eyes fly to the hand curled around his elbow and he instantly knows who it belongs to. Levi watches as the hand slides down his forearm to cover his right hand and take it away from the dagger’s hilt.
He lifts his gaze from it and locks eyes with Petra as she squeezes his right hand with hers, “Dance with me."
She then turns to Lovof with a smile plastered on her face, "Excuse us, sir. I believe my captain owes me a dance."
Lovof smirks and raises his wine glass at him in a mock salute.
Levi nearly lunges at the old man but Petra squeezes his hand tighter to restrain him before leading him away from Lovof and into the throng of people in the middle of the ballroom waiting for the string quartet to resume playing music. The quartet begins playing a soft melodic piece that Levi thinks is more aptly played at a wedding.
“You know I don’t dance, Petra,” Levi nearly growls, still angered from his run-in with Lovof.
“Indulge me,’ Petra says as she transfers his right hand to her left and places it on her waist. She does the same with his other hand and leads him to sway alongside the couples beside them. She loops her arms around his neck and feels how tense his shoulders are. She gives him a small smile, one that he doesn’t notice as he is still adamant in glaring daggers at Lovof’s back.
Petra sighs as she leads him along in the dance. She knows that her captain hates social events but she has never seen him so close to stabbing a person in front of hundreds of people.
“Captain. Talk to me,” she whispers as she caresses his nape with her thumb, the gesture surprisingly tender and intimate and it catches Levi’s attention - his gaze finally drifting back to hers.
Levi relaxes a fraction as she continues to knead at his neck.
“That bastard should be rotting in prison,” He grumbles, hands tightening around her waist.
Petra nods, encouraging him.
”He’s -” Levi swallows, tries to contain the anger rising up within him, “He’s the reason why Isabel and Furlan are dead.”
Oh.
Petra knows about them - about Isabel and Furlan. They were Levi’s family before joining the Scouting Legion. She knew that they died in their first expedition outside the walls but that was it - that was all her captain has told her.
Levi sighs and proceeds to tell her the rest of the story, of how Lovof tracked them down and gave them a job to kill Erwin all in exchange for health care for their friend Yan and citizenship above ground.
“The Scouting Legion was coming for us whether we accepted the offer or not.”
Levi takes a deep breath and stops their slow dancing while the couples around them continued on, “Citizenship on the surface was all we ever wanted, Petra.”
He opens his mouth to continue but closes it again, realizing that they look like fools - standing in the middle of the ballroom while couples around them danced.
Levi takes Petra’s hand then and leads her away from the merriment and out into the balcony. He lets go of her and leans against the balustrade, tipping his head back to stare at the star-studded sky.
"They told me to trust them and that they will make it out of that expedition alive, that we will finish doing the job together and live the rest of our lives above ground.”
Out here under the starlight, he is more open, more vulnerable.
Petra remains silent and lets her captain tell his story uninterrupted. She is content listening and just being there for him - whenever and wherever he needs her.
She tips her head back as well, admiring the way the stars glittered against the pitch-black sky as Levi continued.
“I trusted them.” Levi swallows, "But they died, anyway. I -"
There's a tremble in his voice and Petra sneaks a glance at him and the look on his face shatters her heart.
Levi bows his head and whispers, “I couldn’t save them, Petra. I couldn’t give them the life they wanted.”
A moment passes in silence before a laugh escapes Levi's lips - mirthless and hollow.
Levi turns to face her then, "But no regrets, remember?"
She searches his eyes and wonders how he truly feels. He says these things but his eyes say otherwise.
This is my first Hector x Lenore fic! Please let me know what you think!!
Rating: M
Canonverse. 605 words.
Hector felt her presence even before his bed dips with her added weight.
He is still hyperaware of her despite being in that transitory state between sleep and wakefulness.
His eyes flutter open and he finds her sitting at the edge of his bed. She reaches out to brush a strand of his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. She smiles down at him, caressing the apple of his cheek with her thumb and making him shiver.
"Good morning," she whispers, her voice soft and soothing.
Sensing his intent of sitting up in bed, Lenore places her cold palm flat against his broad, warm chest, "Shh, it's alright, Hector. Go back to sleep.”
Hector settles back down and rubs the sleep from his eyes, "It's the middle of the night."
"What do you -” he yawns, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, “ - want, Lenore?"
You. I want you. Your blood in my veins, your taste in my mouth, your skin against mine.
You.
With me.
Inside me.
I want you.
She takes his hand, the one he used to cover his mouth, and cradles it in her own, "Nothing. I just -"
Lenore trails off and plants a kiss on his ring, the symbol of his loyalty to her, her cold lips brushing against his knuckles, making him suck in a shuddery breathe.
He is duty-bound to her and if she so wishes to have her way with him, she can do so without so much as a protest from his perfect little mouth.
But she wants him to come to her willingly. Not because he is obligated to, but because he wants her, too. She hates how she had to manipulate him and make him her slave.
All for Carmilla.
Slave, she thinks.
Pet. Slave. Toy.
They’re all the same to me.
Why didn’t he just agree? Young and stupid and pretty.
He could have been free - or as free as he can be in his golden cage.
Lenore sighs. He deserves to be free. But it doesn’t matter anymore - nothing matters anymore.
Except, maybe, tonight.
In his arms.
“What is it?” Hector asks, his head cocked to the side like a pretty little bird.
She moves to crawl under his covers and wrap an arm around his waist, sighing as she lays her cool cheek against his chest.
"I like watching you sleep," she admits. It was not a lie though. Everything about him captivates her. From the way he works in his forge and to the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he laughs - even to the way he breathes.
"You look so calm and peaceful.”
She tilts her head to look up at him, “I haven’t seen it on someone’s face in a long time.”
“Hmmm. Must be because I’ve been having such good dreams,” he says, his voice low and gruff, as he holds her close, squeezing her shoulder and relishing in the way she tucks her body tight against his.
“What were you dreaming about?” she asks, her big red eyes alight with curiosity. She wants to know more about him. She wants to know everything about him.
Hector fixes his gaze on hers, blue eyes shining with sincerity, "You."
Under the dying light of the pale moon, he sees her blush. Lenore swears that if her heart was still beating, it would have beat twice as fast.
"Go to sleep, Lenore. It's almost your bedtime."
She nods, her hair tickling his neck, "Will you stay with me?"
Hector kisses the crown of her head, "For as long as you'll have me.”
“After everything…I’d still choose you.”
Thank you so much for the prompt and the moodboard, @capitainelevi / @lareinecersei!! You’re honestly the bestest!! 🥺🥰
Rating: M
Words: 1351
PS. I Kinda changed up the prompt a bit!
Lenore cannot wrap her head around the fact that Hector is still here in the castle - still inside the very castle where he was once tortured and nearly beaten to death in. She cannot understand why he’d still choose to live the rest of his life here in Carmilla’s fucking castle. Even after King Isaac - she scoffs at the thought - had given him the freedom to do anything he wants, to live whatever life he wants.
15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
Thank you for the prompt, Emily! 🥰
This drabble is pure crack 😂😂😂 Prompt from this list here!
Jean snorted and leaned heavily on Connie's side, his knee colliding with the underside of the table as he crosses his legs and causing the beer to slosh around in their glasses while the empty beer bottles on top of the table toppled over.
"Connie-" he slurred, "Are you hearing this lady?!"
Connie's head is pounding and Jean is leaning so heavily against him that he's almost falling over the side of his chair.
Connie grunts and pushes Jean back to his own chair, before taking a swig of his beer.
"She hic-" Jean points a finger at Mikasa, who has her arms crossed and an amused smile on her lips, before shaking Connie’s shoulders with his clumsy hands, “ - wants me to hic come with her!”
"Connie!" Jean hits Connie's shoulder when the latter did not say anything. Connie completely ignores his friend and drops his head on the table with a loud thunk.
Jean tries to stand on legs that felt like jello before removing his hat, placing it over his chest, and bowing in front of her, "Miss Ma'am -”
Mikasa’s brows shot up. Drunk Jean always says the most ridiculous things.
“I am terribly sorry but I hic -”
Jean stumbles forward and grips her shoulders, crouching so that his eyes are leveled with hers, “I have a girlfriend."
"I am your girlfriend," Mikasa says.
Jean gasps, “You are?!”
He turns to Connie who is still passed out, “She is?!”
Jean turns to Mikasa again, “You are?!”
She nods, “I am.”
“I don’t hic believe you,” Jean pouts and releases his grip on her before collapsing down on his chair and throwing his head back to rest on top of Connie’s head.
Mikasa sighs and pulls Jean back up, "Well, you're coming home with me whether you like it or not."
