Quote and character request. Levi Ackerman. "You don't have to love everything about me; that means you're actually looking at me"
Beneath the Armor
Pairing: Levi x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,2k
Synopsis: You searches everywhere for Levi Ackerman. But when you finally find him, he acts cold as eyes, doesn't even want to talk to you. Word after word his true intentions reveal...
Warnings: Levi is very self conscious in this fic due to how the war left him - if that's too negative for you or simly not your style keep on scrolling. Hurt to comfort, fluff fluff fluff
The room is tense, thick with the lingering echoes of your argument. You can’t believe it. You traveled for what felt like ages, turned the whole planet upside down in order to finally see that man again. And him? He avoids you at all cost, ignores you while you’re standing right in front of him.
You clench your fist, gleaming eyes staring at him through the thick silence. All of that, after you spent one night together, after you finally started trusted another human being fully.
The air feels heavy, each of you standing on opposite sides of a dark hallway that only seems to widen with every passing second.
Levi’s clenches his jaw, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes, normally so calculating and composed, flash with a rare anger. It’s not often that you two fight like this. But when you do, it feels like the world is tilting off its axis. You’re both too used to being strong, too used to being in control. And now, that strength is clashing, neither of you willing to yield.
Can’t you understand that he did all of this to protect you?
“You don’t get it,” you spit at him, voice trembling with frustration.
“You shut me out, Levi. You push me away every time I try to get close. And that after I searched the whole fucking world for you.”
He doesn’t immediately respond, his silence only adding to the tension. When he finally speaks up, his voice is low, almost dangerous, like the calm before a storm.
“And maybe you’re better off that way. Maybe it’s easier if you don’t get too close.”
The words sting like a flat-palmed slap, causing your heart to tighten in your chest. It’s as if he’s trying to push you away on purpose, as if he’s testing to see how far he can go before you finally give up. But you’re not ready to let him off that easily. Not when you spent weeks trying to find him over here.
“Why?” you demand, taking a step closer, your voice rising with emotion.
“Why do you keep pushing me away? What are you so afraid of?”
Levi’s eyes flash again, but this time, there’s something else there - something darker, more vulnerable. He turns away from you, as if he can’t bear to face you head-on, his shoulders tense and rigid.
“I’m not afraid,” he mutters, but there’s a crack in his voice that betrays him.
“Then what is it?” you press out, not willing to let this go.
“Why do you keep trying to make me hate you? Why are you running away from me?”
He spins back to face you, his expression torn between anger and something else, something raw, something painful.
“Because if you don’t hate me, you’ll see me for what I really am,” he says, his voice rough with emotion.
“And I don’t know if I can handle that.”
The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his confession. Who he really is? You eye him up and down, take in his blind eye, his missing fingers, his overall worn-out figure. Is he really talking about how this war changed his appearance? No, he can’t believe you’re that superficial, right? Did he really push you away because he thought you’d stop loving him now? For a moment, you’re both silent.
“You believe I don’t love you anymore”, you finally speak up.
“I can’t believe you think that-“
“You don’t have to love everything about me,” he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
There’s a softness to his tone now, a tenderness that wasn’t there before as well as a new-found fragility. His hand reaches out, hesitant at first, before resting on your arm.
“That means you’re actually looking at me. Seeing me for who I really am. But I understand that…You might not want me anymore.”
You feel like giggling and breaking down at the same time. Why would that man ever think that he isn’t good enough for you anymore, that you’d throw him away like trash? But he’s letting his guard down, exposing a side of himself that he rarely shows, a side that’s scared and unsure, but also hopeful. Hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you’ll see him and still choose to stay.
“I’m not perfect,” he continues, his gaze never leaving yours.
“I’ve done things… things I’m not proud of. I look even worse than I did back then. And I don’t expect you to love me. I just want you to know that I’m trying. Trying to be better, trying to be the man I was before, for you. I just…can’t change that shitty body.”
His hand moves from your arm to your cheek, his touch gentle, almost reverent. But still, he doesn’t dare to look you in the eyes, his voice still muted and covered in agony.
Is this the reason why he never tried to reach you, never tried to find you? Because he thought you’d never look at him again the way you did before all of this? Humanity’s strongest losing his whole confidence over something so minor, something that actually makes you admire him even more.
His thumb brushes over your skin, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen.
“I want you to stay. But if you can’t love me like that, I’ll leave right away” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
His words hang between you, raw and unfiltered. That lack of self-esteem, all the horrible things he had to endure while you were gone. What did he see? What did he feel? With each passing minute, your heart swells up more and more. For that man who risked everything including his precious life for a world you’d be safe in. For that man who know stands in front of you and thinks he isn’t good enough for you.
“I see you, Levi,” you say softly, your voice trembling with the weight of your own emotions.
“I see you, and I’m not going anywhere. Those scars,”
Gently, you allow your finger to wander over the faint scar that covers the skin around his blinded eye.
“Those hands that hold my entire world,”
You take his hand in yours tenderly.
“Do you really think I’ll leave you over something like this when I searched the world upside down just to see you again?”
A flicker of relief passes through his eyes, and for the first time in what feels like forever, Levi allows himself to hope. And for the first time since he can think, he’s glad to see your tears paired with that loving look in your eyes. Will you really…stay with him?
“Please don’t push me away. I still need you in my life”, you mutter before lunging yourself at him.
Like countless times before, you rest your head against his shoulder, wrap your arms around him in fear that you’ll lose him any given minute. That precious but stoic man who drove you insane more than once, that man who never failed to argue with you.
That man, humanity’s strongest. The love of your life.
“Fine, brat”, he grumbles before stroking through your hair.
a game of taboo makes you wonder if levi is your soulmate
content: post war levi, domestic fluff, mentions of nightmares, falco + gabi, kinda manga spoilers?, blood
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Every weekend, you and Levi open up the likes of your tea shop and your home to your two favorite kids - Falco and Gabi. Not that Levi would ever tell them that. It was a tradition the four of you adopted after Reiner went out of town on a trip that you continued after he returned. The four of you enjoy each others company more than most.
Falco and Gabi always help you and Levi with the shop on Friday, granted creating more of a mess than actually helping. While you and Levi had adopted a pace to making drinks at the shop, like a well oiled machine, Falco and Gabi were anything but.
Gabi was all about speed. She wanted to make all the orders as fast as she could, not caring who or what, she had to trample over to get there. You swear the girl has nearly knocked you off your feet a few times, which earns her a scolding from Levi.
Falco was all about precision. He wanted to make all the orders as perfect as possible, not caring how long it could take. You swore he could spend an entire day steeping if he could. You’re sure the habit is no thanks to Levi, who always sends the poor kid back whenever he asks him to make his tea.
After finishing up at the shop, you and Levi close up, letting Falco and Gabi play the board games or read the books you have set out in your apartment for them. Games, from you. Books, from Levi. It goes to say that the spines of the book are in perfect state from never being opened.
On this lovely Friday, Gabi and Falco had picked out Taboo for the four of you to play. You and Falco chose to team up like you did every week, the two of you a dream team of sorts. Meanwhile, Levi and Gabi begrudgingly worked together, butting heads every time the game started. They were both used to taking charge and making the plays, which led to arguments on how they should strategize and win. Meanwhile, you and Falco worked out a system - taking turns calling the shots which fared very well for the two of you.
The game is chaotic, with Levi and Gabi aggressively trying to guess the words at the top of the card. You and Falco can’t help but laugh at their turns, the two of them arguing about the semantics of the words and scolding each other for losing out the points each time. Meanwhile, you and Falco have a civilized conversation, high fiving every time you could figure out the word together.
On your turn, you lift the card to your forehead, Falco smiling in excitement.
“This one’s easy. You and Levi.”
“Me and Levi? Is it business owners?”
“No. Think about what you guys are.”
“Adults? A couple? Short?”
Levi grabs the back of your head, turning your face towards his.
“I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear that last one, brat.”
You see Gabi and Falco laughing from your peripheral and you roll your eyes at him in response.
“Military? Leaders?”
The buzzer rings and you remove the card from your forehead to check the word. You hear Gabi and Levi taunting you in the background, but you’re too busy staring down at the card. Gabi leans over, flipping the card from your fingers to read the word.
“The word is soulmates, Mr. Levi.”
“Soulmates?”
You turn your head at Levi saying the word.
“Soulmates, Mr. Levi, are people who are made for each other. The person who balances you out, the one you’re destined to be with. You can swear you’ve met them before, your souls together in the previous life and the next too. Like you and Miss Y/N. ”
Levi turns to Falco, his gray eyes glaring at him. He turns to you, his gaze noticeably softening. You’re sure your cheeks are beet red by now and you try to divert the subject.
“I’m going to start dinner. Whose turn is it to help me?”
“Mine.”
Your eyes widen as you turn to Levi, cursing yourself for asking in the first place.
“You guys only played a few rounds. Stay here, I can handle it this week, Lee’.”
You stand up before he can respond, basically running to the kitchen.
“But Mr. Levi, wasn’t it my turn?” asks Falco, turning his head to the side to look at Levi.
“Yes. Shut up and play the game brat.”
-
After dinner, you and Levi pull out the air mattress the four of you sleep on. While you used to set up the guest rooms - you and Gabi in one and Falco and Levi in your bedroom - the four of you had been sleeping together in the living room as of late.
It all started a few weeks ago, on a particularly bad night for you. Falco and Gabi ran into your room to find you screaming in your sleep, Levi hunched over you trying to pull you awake. When you came to, you held onto Levi, the tears streaming from your eyes.
“Miss Y/N. What happened?”
You turn to your side to find Falco and Gabi crying at your side, their faces pink. You motioned for the two of them to join you and Levi on the bed, the four of you sitting criss cross to face one another.
“Nightmares, Falco. I’m okay.” you whisper.
“I get those too. Bad ones.”
The three of you look over, Gabi’s head in her hands. You move her hands, guiding her face to meet your gaze.
“Mine are always about Hange. I see them in the air, skin on fire. I try to stop them in the dream, but they’re gone by the time I get to them. They never get up, no matter how hard I try, how fast I move.….they still die in my arms every time I close my eyes.”
You feel Levi shift behind you, his hand making its way into your hair. He brushes through the tangles, attempting to fix your bedhead. You warm at the thought, Levi’s touch comforting you all together.
“I’m killing Sasha, watching her blood spill onto the floor. Or watching Eren become the Attack Titan, his skeleton spinning into the air while the walls come down.”
She pauses, the words dying in her throat.
“Falco turns into a titan, his warm eyes replaced with that lifeless, horrifying look in his eyes. He’s gone. And it’s all my fault.”
Falco reaches for her hand, the three of you squeezing your hands together.
“You didn’t tell me, Gabi.” whispers Falco, turning to face her.
“It’s embarrassing. That stuff is over but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“It’s not over, not for us anyway. Sometimes I swear I can still see that girl, Ymir’s memories. I wake up in a cold sweat, dreaming of being her as she’s crushed in Galliard’s teeth. Or I see Colt. Him embracing me while I kill him.”
You hold your arms open, the two of them moving into your arms. You feel the two of them crying onto your shirt, as you press a kiss to the top of their heads. You turn to face Levi, his expression steely. You knew the look all too well, after being at Levi’s side for years. He felt guilty. You’re not sure what for.
“I have them too.”
Gabi and Falco turn to face Levi, shocked at his words. While you opened up to the two of them often, Gabi and Falco rarely had heart to hearts with Levi. They never hated him for it, understanding that he had every reason to be guarded, more than most. The only person he really talked to was you.
He reaches over, his hands brushing across the scars on your forehead and then your neck. You’re taken back to the moment, being nearly crushed in Zeke’s grasp as you guys stood on the Attack Titan. Levi had gotten to you in time, severing you out of Zeke’s hold, but he wasn’t fast enough to catch you before you fell down.
“My nightmare is that I killed you. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is you falling, after I cut you down. I reach you and you’re dead. No sparkling eyes looking at me, no stupid remarks when I talk to you. You’re still. Quiet. Lifeless. And it’s all my fault. I wake up every night, pressing my fingers against your neck just to make sure you’re still here.”
You reach forward, pulling him into your embrace. You place your hand on the side of his hair, the other arm still slung around Gabi and Falco. The four of you sit like that for a while, no one reaching to breaking the silence.
“Mr. Levi. Can we sleep here?” he whispers, looking up at Levi.
You and Levi move, opening up the covers for the two of them to climb in between you. Within a few minutes, the two of them are fast asleep, the tear stains now dry against their cheeks. You and Levi face each other, interlocking fingers over the two of them.
“Whatcha thinking about, Miss Y/N?”
You turn to find Falco, pulling out his pajamas near the mattress. You shake your head, throwing away the memory all together as you finish putting the bed together.
“Nothing, Falco. Levi’s in the bathroom. Go brush your teeth.”
He jumps off, retreating to your bathroom. You move towards the guest bathroom, finding Gabi brushing her teeth by the sink. You join her, the two of you making faces at each other as you finish up.
“Braids, Gabs?”
She nods, sitting up on the counter as you start brushing your fingers through her hair. You section off parts of her hair, getting to work on braiding her brown hair.
“Do you not think Levi is your soulmate?”
“What?”
“It’s just that earlier, the card. You seemed uncomfortable when Falco said you guys were.”
You sigh, twisting her hair in your fingers.
“It’s not that, Gabi. Don’t soulmates have to be reciprocal?”
“You don’t think you’re his soulmate?”
“I don’t know. He’s lost so many people but I’m unsure of how he felt about them and how he feels about me. Sometimes I wonder if they were still here, I wouldn’t be the one next to him. Maybe he would want it to be one of them instead.”
“I don’t think so, Miss Y/N. He loves you. The thing he’s most scared to lose is you.”
“That’s because I’m the only thing left, Gabi.”
Levi and Falco burst in, Falco nearly falling face first into the floor. You and Gabi turn to your side, glaring at the two of them for interrupting your conversation. You see Falco’s eyes shine at the sight of you braiding Gabi’s hair.
“Gabi! You look so pretty.”
You watch Gabi flush at his words, running out of the room to avoid making eye contact with him. He follows, screaming an apology at her.
“Brats. They’re hopeless.”
“She’s hopeless. I bet she does this everyday, because there’s no way Falco walks around without saying something like that to her.”
He nods in agreement as you clear the sink from the brushes and elastics you were using in her hair. You look into the mirror to find Levi staring at you.
“What? Do I have something on my face?”
“No.”
“Then why are you staring?”
He reaches forward, crushing you in his arms. You feel his heart pounding in his chest as he holds you even harder in his arms. He lets go, running his eyes over you.
“You okay, Levi?” you whisper, staring into his gray eyes.
“Yeah, it’s just-”
He’s cut off by Falco and Gabi, who barge into the room again.
“Oh, sorry. We were just going to ask when you wanted to sleep.”
Levi turns to you, giving you a smile before turning to glare at the two of them. He pushes Gabi out of the room and you sling your arm around Falco as you follow them.
“Did no one teach you brats how to knock?”
“No. My parents died in the rumbling before they could teach me that.”
“Your parents dropped you off here. You’re real funny brat.”
-
You wake up, a cold sweat running down the side of your back. Sasha in a pool of her own blood. You look over, Gabi and Falco are still fast asleep under the blanket. Levi is absent from the mattress and you peer around for any signs of where he went.
You spot his black hair through the window of the balcony, him sitting on the floor out there. You pull your jacket (it’s Levi’s but who’s paying attention?) and join him out there, moving to sit next to him. He tenses at the contact, before opening up his arm for you to rest against him. You lean your back against his chest, his chin resting on top of your head.
The two of you sit in silence, staring out at the neighborhood over you. You lean into his embrace, thanking whatever gods there were for letting you be the one next to Levi in this moment.
“It was always going to be you.”
“Hm?”
“The person next to me. It was always going to be you.”
You sit up, turning your back to face him. You’re unsure what he’s talking about, confused by his admittance all together.
“I heard you talking to Gabi earlier. If they were still here, you would still be the one I want by my side.”
You feel your cheeks burning, embarrassed Levi had heard you confessing your insecurities to a twelve year old girl.
“I’m sorry, Levi. I didn’t mean it like that. I know how you feel about me.”
Hie expression pinches and you can feel him tense behind your back. You curse yourself for placing doubt in his mind after everything he did for you.
“I…loved them. They were both special to me, my best friends.”
You nod, cradling the side of his face in your hand.
“I know, Levi. You don’t need to explain.” you whisper.
“But they’re not special the way you are. It sounds bad but I don’t love them like I love you. I’d be done for if you were the one gone instead of them.”
You smile, glowing at his words. You knew Levi loved you, but he was hardly one to ever say it. Make no mistake, he showed it to you everyday - leaving tea out for you, making the dinner you like, buying flowers that remind him of you. But he was never the best at saying it, which did leave you to wonder at times.
“Me too, Levi. As weird as it is to say, sometimes I feel lucky that you and I get to do this. Run a tea shop. Have the kids come around. Walk in the markets. I mean this time last year we were cradling each other's nearly dead bodies.”
He pauses, swallowing hard before answering.
“The next life will be nicer to us. I mean the odds are fucking impossible - anything is better than this.”
“The next life?”
“Soulmates. Your souls are together in the previous life and the next.”
You feel your chest warm at his words, at him calling you his soulmate. You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his soft lips.
-
Levi walks Gabi and Falco home the next morning, leaving you snoring in the mattress behind. Gabi and Falco press kisses to your head, telling Levi they’ll bring dessert when they come next week.
Levi returns, groceries in hand. He makes breakfast, starting a cup of tea as you pad into the kitchen. Still half asleep, you swing your arms against his torso, leaning your face against his back.
“Kids gone?”
“Mhm. Dropped them off earlier. I got the apples you wanted yesterday while I was out.”
You turn to the counter, rummaging through the bag Levi brought. You take out the flowers he brought from the market - a bouquet of red tulips. You smile, setting them aside to put in a vase later.
As you look for the apples, you find a small green box. You take it out and click it open, a simple silver band in the box.
“Levi.”
“Hm?”
“Did you buy me a ring?”
You see his expression pale, as he reaches over trying to take the box from you. You’re able to avoid his grasp for a few seconds, but he gets it back in the end.
“You’re so damn nosy, brat.”
“Why are you trying to hide it? Buy it for your secret girlfriend instead of me?” you tease.
“You get stupider as time goes on. It’s obviously yours. I was waiting to give it to you.”
You smile, holding your hands out so he can give you the box back. As he reaches out to place the box in your hands, you pause spotting an identical silver band on his ring finger.
“You have the same one!”
“Yes. That’s the point, idiot.”
You look up at him, staring into his eyes. You suddenly feel nervous. Last night, Levi called you his soulmate. And today he bought you rings. Matching ones.
“What does it mean? I mean, am I really all that?” you whisper.
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
You deflate, dejected by his words. While the implication of matching rings made you nervous, nauseous even, his fast rejection made you feel even worse.
“Oh. Okay, yeah.”
“I didn’t-”
You can see the frustration rising to his face, his eyes squinting at you.
“I didn’t mean it like that. You mean everything. I just mean we don’t have to do anything. If you don’t want to. They’re just rings. We can do all that whenever we want to.”
You look up at him, smiling at his nervous expression.
“I mean everything?” you ask, smirking at him.
He prods his fingers into your forehead, pushing you back into the chair. He places the breakfast he just made in front of you along with a cup of green tea.
“You’re hopeless, brat.”
-
Falco and Gabi return the next week, accompanied with a box of mochi Reiner had bought for the two of you. As you and Levi take to make dinner, Falco and Gabi lean over the counter, whispering at the sight of you.
“They’re wearing matching rings.”
“What? Where, Falco?”
“On their ring fingers. Look.”
“They’re getting married, Falco! Does this mean I get to be a flower girl?”
You and Levi smile at each other, trying your best not to laugh at the two of them whispering (yelling) over the counter. Levi turns towards them, placing their food in front of them.
“We’re not getting married, brat. Not yet, anyways.”
“YOU COULD HEAR THAT?”
You turn to join the three of them, balancing your plate and Levi’s in your hand.
“You’re not the best whisperer, Gabs. Sorry.”
“Who bought them, Miss Y/N?”
“Levi did, Falco. Last week after he dropped you off.”
“Told you he was whipped for you. He looks like a kicked dog every time you walk away from him.”
“Keep talking, brat. I can easily convince her to pick another flower girl.”
You and Levi turn to Gabi, a wide smile spreading across her face.
“Wait, so you’d actually consider me?”
“Well yeah. Who else would do it?”
She runs across the table, pulling the both of you together in a hug. Falco jumps up as well, running to join the three of you. The two of them shout in their excitement, shaking the two of you in their hold. Gabi grabs Falco’s hand, dragging him onto the balcony to look at which flowers would be best for the ceremony.
“Since when does that murderous brat like flowers? It’s sickening.”
“She’s just excited, Levi. Getting to be a part of it all and everything.”
“We aren’t even getting married yet.” he deadpans.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
You turn to him, interlocking your fingers with his as the two of you eat your food. You hear the two of them chattering outside and thank the gods, for keeping the other half of your soul next to you.
A/N: This was an idea that I've been thinking about for so long. What if Y/N was one of the higher-ups. Will you two hide your feelings for one another because this won't end well for either of you and your goals? Or will you just let go for once and accept it as it is?
Part 2
You were working as the right hand for Zachary in the Premier core. He'd discuss everything with you and would take your advice on almost every case. He taught you everything from the very basics and had always adored how professional you were.
Keeping your feelings aside and taking action against your friends is never easy but you knew what was right and you have always tried to do the right thing in the best way you can.
So when Eren's case came up, Zachary made it very clear that he wanted you with him in the courthouse.
You knew this was a very crucial and sensitive moment because the decision that is being made day is going to turn humanity to 180. It was up to you two to decide whether it was for good or for bad.
So it was natural that your heart was beating fast as you were entering the courthouse as every commander, and every captain was saluting you and giving you "THE LOOK".
You were very young to be there but you have proven your skills over and over again so Zachary always trusted you.
As the case began it started as the normal fight between the Regimins. They all were loud and pointless as always but you noticed that the scout's regime was silent. You've heard how cunning and sharp Commander Erwin is so you were waiting for them to start with their case.
And when he started talking it was crisp and clear. No sub-stories no blame games but clear reasoning that you always expect the team to present.
Zachary looked at you to ask for something but before you could answer you heard a loud thud. You looked over to the source of sound and it was Captain Levi beating the hell out of Eren. You were shaken to your core by how brutally he was doing it but you kept your straight face.
He proved his point that if anything happened to Eren he was more than capable of taking care of it.
It was clear as hell to you that you were sold on Scouts. You looked over to Zachary and nodded in agreement. When he asked you to join him in the court, you thought that it'll end there. Little did you know that you were about to be sent to a far-off place from the interiors and had to stay in a castle with a boy who can turn into a titan in seconds.
Well, you still took the offer because it was better than living in the interior, listening to these nonsense cases, and listening to grown men whine like babies when you took a decision against them. Apart from that you had other reasons too.
------------Two Days Later------------
You arrived at the castle and it was way prettier than you expected it to be. Captain Levi and Section Commander Hange were there and they greeted you at the door. You only met them at the courthouse when they saluted you. You've heard a lot of Hange and how crazy she is and Levi on the other hand was told to be a "mannerless bastard who thinks he is better than everyone". Well, that should be fun since he barely talked when you met them and Hange on the other hand was so loud and excited. It brought a smile to your face but then Levi's bored face helped it fade away.
You finally met everyone at the dinner. Eren was there too. It was tough to digest how such a petite guy could turn into a titan. And he was too young. Honestly, you pitied him for having such a huge burden on his shoulders at such a young age. You started talking to everyone and you could clearly see that some of them were friendly and nice but some of them absolutely hated that an official is sitting between them.
One of them even commented on 'How YOU would know any struggles since you live a nice life in the interior'. "Little do they know," you thought to yourself and ignored him.
One interesting character was Captain. He was nonchalant and only spoke to calm down Hange when she was being too loud. He never made any eye contact with you nor did he even try to make any effort in initiating a conversation.
As you went back to your room. One thing was crystal clear these few months are either going to be VERY interesting or you would start missing the men from the courthouse complaining.
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Part 2
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request! if you haven’t done it already could you do a headcannon on the demon sisters meeting the demon brothers?
Sure! I will probably make two parts of this one the sisters POV and one the brothers. This will be the brothers POV :) tysm for the request I love this idea :D
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Lucifer:
Well this is a shock isnt it
But In a way he is kind of glad he met someone who can relate to the struggles his brothers put him through and the work
its also nice ti have someone who he knows won’t destroy everything
they were a bit hesitant about eachother when the first met but one they both screened “MAMMON” they knew it was meant to be <3
Mammon:
at first he doesn’t really care as long as she stays away from mc
(she doesn’t lol) then the fights start “HEY Your not their first demon I AM!”
”NO I AM”
but they soon realize as they run away from Luci and Lucifer that they have a lot in common
they try (and fail) to make several schemes together that is only left unpunished Bc the rest of the house is so glad they stopped fighting
you have two body guard now :)
they also comfort eachother after everyone gangs up on them :(
Levi:
EXCUSE ME?! DID THAT STUPID NORMIE CALL HIM A STUPID NORMIE
thye both soon find out after a hour or two of aggressive otaku talk they both are not normies
they Probably get along really welll bc they both understand all the otaku talk
they do get jealous over eachother tho so then you have to give the gamer duo cuddles
congrats you have two people insulting while holding onto you like there life depends on it! How do you feel?
Asmo:
he Is so HAPPY
finally somone who understand his daily struggles of being amazing
they both talk about who beautiful they are then they suddenly turn on you
and congrats you have the most loving pair in all the three realms all over you
they give shopping devilgrahm is FILLED with pics of you three the most beautiful trio In all of the worlds!
will tag team flirt with you ;)
they like to go about and paint there siblings nails
Satan:
He didn’t really care at first she didn’t bother him he didn’t bother her
till they discovered there mutual hated for their eldest sibling
new members to the prank squad :D
most dangerous duo in all of devildom
they often read and play with cats together
because they know they won’t make fun of eachother
Beel:
Finally someone who could understand his appetite
Poor lucifer and luci , the bill for food must have been terrible with two avatars of gluttony
they liked to go food tasting with eachother
would also work out with eachother
also bonding over the twins to
over all very wholesome and give very good hugs :))
Belphie:
didn’t really care but was kinda glad he had someone who understood his sleep schedule
really just randomly became friends after napping in the same place by accident
apart of the I hate Luci/lucifer squad and prank them with satan and satania (idk lol)
like to sandwich cuddle you so you can’t leave hahahaha >:)
Second person version (“you” pronouns) can be found here
Master List
"You and I, we could make it."
― Suzanne Collins; The Hunger Games
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I couldn’t help but let out a laugh as Levi planted a punch right in the peacekeeper’s nose. He howled and stumbled back bumping into a makeshift stall whose owner shoved him away casually. The rest of the hub watched in amusement as the guy landed on his face in the dirt. Three of the district peacekeepers were hyperventilating as they laughed, not even attempting to help their comrade. Levi shook his hand out and rolled his wrist, looking far too cool for everyone else but looking like a dumbass to me who knew he had messed up the punch.
The hub was dark and grotty as usual, the light barely reaching through the gaps in the wooden boards above and the crooked barn doors around us. Levi never liked to stay for too long or he swore the smell made visible stains in his already tatted shirt. I didn’t mind the hub myself, always people going along with their day, throwing a smile here and there to those they knew and to those they didn’t, and of course always giving the best prices for our meat. We had gone into the hub to try and sell some rabbits and squirrels to the butcher but two of the uptight peacekeepers had wanted to know how the hell we got them. Speaking of two…
My eyes went wide as I saw a huffing red-faced peacekeeper storming up from behind Levi. I grabbed a wooden ball from the stall behind me and tossed it my hand, feeling its weight.
I cocked my head to the side, looking Levi dead in the eye who then plummeted down into a crouch as I piffed the ball straight into the peacekeeper’s forehead. We admired as he fell back like a log, sending up a cloud of dust around him. The other three peacekeepers finally started looking agitated, not because they didn’t like us or something, which was evident from the amount of times they had bought from and covered for us in the past, but their superior on the other hand wasn’t going to be too pleased.
I started sweeping our money into my pouch, as Hannes, one of the other three peacekeepers, our main customer, though a raved drunk, put up his five fingers and started counting down. It was the classic system we had set up: if we catch you; you’re punished, if we don’t; we never saw you.
I thanked the butcher with a charismatic smile as Levi tugged on my sleeve, saluted the blond guard with my two fingers. “Adios dear Hannes!” And we broke off into a sprint.
I couldn’t help but chuckle as we passed out the doors and heard the faked cries of disappointment and anger and their lazy run after us. But with no telling when the other two were going to get up we wound around the corners of slanted houses and piles of decade old rubble scattering the paths as fast as we could. We didn’t exactly have anyone to bail us out. Levi led ahead, checking back periodically to check if I was keeping up as his small stature always seemed to outrun me. He slowed down to match my pace and a little smile appeared on my lips at his little form of care.
I let out happy greetings drunk on adrenaline as we passed school mates, heading home early for the day, who sent back confused waves.
“God, you’re so loud,” Levi jutted at me, but I easily saw the small smile he tried oh so hard to hide plastered on his face.
Finally, we made it to our shitty house and let ourselves in quickly with an exhausted breath. We closed the door behind us and soon heard footsteps and an overdramatic sigh from Hannes. I peeked out through a hole between the wooden boards, Levi pretended to remain uninterested but stayed leaning against the door to listen with his knife cleaning out under his fingernails. I watched as Hannes feigned confusion and gradually led them all away, they had bigger things to worry about today.
With a sigh of relief, I dumped our stuff on our tiny kitchen table. Our home wasn’t much with its small wooden table and stools, half working stove, which was just a glorified campfire, our basic set of draws we had picked up off the road one day and our two squeezed together mattresses on the ground. Our thin tattered blankets weren’t much on their own but when layered they could become half useful, and hey, a little body heat never hurt either. The legality of whether we owned the place was up for debate but since no one had bothered us yet, we were yet to budge.
I sat back on our rocking chair and started counting out the coins. Levi leant against the table drinking out of his bottle, holding it from the top which I would never fail to find endearing. He wiped his mouth lazily looking at me, peeking out of the black hair covering his face from his undercut, which would have made me blush if I hadn’t focused my energy into my hands. God those eyes.
“How much did we get?” he said, putting the bottle down.
I let out sigh with my fallen shoulders. “Enough,” I admitted, “But we’ll need a bit more if we want to get you a shirt next week.”
“We’re eating for two not four, remember?” He said it so softly it could have made me cry if I was tired enough which wasn’t far off to be honest. He leant his head to the side to catch my eye.
“I know I know; habits die hard.” I said scratching my head, I mustered a half assed smile his way. “But hey? It’s always good to have some comfort money.”
He nodded absentmindedly, dropping the subject to my relief. Grieving takes a lot of forms, but they all fail to disappear just as slowly.
“Do you want to go out to the forest before it’s time?” he said out of nowhere, staring out the window.
I looked at him in confusion. “I mean I guess, but we were just out there this morning.”
“Just in case.” I heard him whisper.
I stood up and headed towards him with anger already beginning to carve itself in my face. “How many times did you put your name in?”
He let out a quiet exhale and looked at me. “Thirty.”
I instinctively let out a bewildered breath, a half baffled half mad smile, running my hand through my hair, no doubt pulling some out. “And how much did we promise?”
“Twelve,” he said emotionlessly. “One for each month. I did more since it’s my last one alright.”
I could barely look at him, overwhelmed with frustration at his stupid selflessness that he seemed unable to shake. “God, and I thought I was being the annoying one doing twenty but fucking thirty?!”
“You what?” Levi said dangerously quietly.
I pointed an aggressive finger at his chest. “You are not allowed to get mad at me going up eight when you went up by eighteen alright?”
I watched as his jaw locked to the side and I could feel his want to lecture me radiate off him, but his hypocrisy caught him out into an awkward spot. “The last time someone did twenty-”
“Don’t try an act like it’s some jinxing number Levi.” I glared. “They’re gone, and have been for a long time, we’re just going to have to live with that.” I directed my anger away and towards my bag, taking out the small items we had bought and putting them away.
He watched me, unmoving. “Maybe I should have volunteered back then.”
I whipped around at breakneck speed. “You fucking should not have.”
He shrugged lazily.
“It wouldn’t have changed anything Levi, all four of us were kids, we barely even qualified. Not even you would have had a chance.”
“Like we aren’t kids now?”
“You know what I meant Levi; 14-year-olds don’t win the Hunger Games.”
“Never know,” he whispered. “Could have at least got Isabel out maybe, would have saved Furlan going in.”
“I wouldn’t have let you.” I shoved some thread in a draw violently, refusing to look at him.
“You couldn’t have stopped me-” He began but noticed my shaking form.
My hands were stuck to the draws, knuckles white. My eyes were squeezed shut, facing the brick wall in front of me, barely aware of anything except for him. I fastened my eyes closed, trying to not let anything out, but I could feel my tears pooling in my eyelashes. “Please not today Levi, just not today,” I whispered.
I heard footsteps, he turned me around and held my head to his chest, taking on the vibrations of my shakes and resting his chin on my head. It was a position we had both become far too accustomed to. I could feel his apology as he rubbed small circles into my upper back as I gripped tightly onto his shirt, terrified to let go. He rocked left and right on his feet gently, letting the small sound of our footsteps fill up the deafening silence.
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Levi ducked under the wire as I held it up, me looking around for any stray peacekeepers. Once he got out, we changed roles and I slid between the wires, knocking the metal sign reading “ELECTRIC FENCE: ANY TRESSPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED” with my foot; a sign many had learned to ignore.
We made our way into the trees and up the hill, but not too far so we’d have time to get back. We followed the small creek as we went. I jumped over the rocks absentmindedly, careful not to slip. Levi watched me quietly as he walked on the grass just in case he needed to catch me. Even though it had only been once, it was enough to be engrained in him. I saw him hold himself back from picking up the herbs we passed, a task that had become therapeutic to him, instead he picked a flower twiddling it between his fingers. It was a yellow daisy, well it wasn’t actually a daisy, it had some other weird name I couldn’t remember. Its yellow petals ended in soft curves but stuck in the middle was its black pollen in a little circle, catching the eye. Levi looked down at it softly.
We finally arrived at the grassy hill, I hopped off a rock and walked with him. We sat down and looked over the district. I always liked coming up there, though the walk was small it always made District Twelve look so tiny, so insignificant in the grand scheme of everything. It still made a nasty grey stain on the landscape though. At least there wasn’t much smoke today as people stopped work early, it made the air feel a little clearer.
My fingers caressed the blades of grass around me as I leant back my head and closed my eyes under the sun. Levi sat next to me leaning on his knees, eyes still on the flower. I rolled my head over and looked at him.
“I’m sorry I got mad at you before.” He looked up in mild surprise. “I just get scared.”
He gave a small nod.
I hesitantly put my head on his shoulder as we looked over the town. I felt him shift underneath to compensate and nestle me further into his neck more comfortably. Levi wasn’t one for physical affection, but it seemed today he had made an exception.
The wind brushed against us and made our hair dance gently in the wind. I could hear his gentle and slow heartbeat. I closed my eyes and just listened to the world around us. I could hear the mockingjays tweet their little song, no doubt having picked it up from some miner. It was good.
After a while, Levi spoke. “We have to head back.”
I groaned as I lifted my head and wiped my eyes groggily. “What would happen if we just slept up here for the rest of the day? What’s the likelihood of them missing us, huh?” I tried to bargain.
“We can’t get the tesserae if we don’t,” he argued back, lifting himself from the ground and dusting his pants off.
“Yeah, yeah, and you’ll get your stupid thirty lots of it.” I grabbed his extended hand which picked me up, nearly throwing me off balance with his strength. I quickly dusted myself off and look up to see him holding his flower to me.
“A gift?” I said in fake shock, holding a dainty hand to my chest, hopefully covering for my rapidly rising blush.
He rolled his eyes. “Accessory.”
I raised an eyebrow.
He stepped closer and my breath hitched. He tenderly moved my hair out of the way of my ear and gently slid the stalk of the flower in. He silently arranged my hair around it so it wouldn’t crush it and stepped back to admire his work. I attempted to form words in my head, trying to pinpoint something to say.
“See? Even you can look pretty,” Levi joked, a cocky smirk coming to his lips.
I pouted and narrowed my eyes at him, happy for an out. “Rude.” An idea popped into my head. “But you need one too,” I said smugly.
“I do not.”
“Do too.” I grinned.
I ran off with him begrudgingly following me as I searched the path back. With a chuckle I skipped over and plucked one dramatically, offering it to him. “We have to match,” I declared.
He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. A second passed. “Well are you going to put it on or what?”
Baffled that he was actually letting me, I walked over, making sure to seize the moment while I had it. I gently brushed his raven hair away and placed the flower gingerly on his ear, the petals caressing his face, the yellow clashing against his pale skin. I took a step back and give him a soft smile. “See? Even you can look pretty.”
Even Levi couldn’t help himself but to release a small smile at that.
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We each held two buckets of water as we walked through the town back home. The line at the pump had taken forever, but what else is there to expect on reaping day?
I nudged open the door and put down the water on the table, Levi following in suit. I quickly put three of the buckets on the stove to heat up and boil. Levi wiped down the inside of our wooden tub, adamant to find any speck that dared to cross him.
“You first yeah?” I asked as I set out our clothes on the bed.
“You,” he said simply.
“For someone who’s such a clean freak I do not understand how you manage to share water.”
Soon I got the water and poured them in after Levi was satisfied. The steam rose up and hit us in the face, already creating little droplets on our foreheads.
As if on cue, Levi turned away and draped the curtains across our window as he did so. I quickly got rid of my clothes and plopped myself into the bath, giving myself a moment to get used to the temperature. I let out a sigh as Levi took a seat on one of the stools still facing away to give me privacy.
We stayed in a comfortable silence as I scrubbed myself down using the soap and thick brush Levi had left beside me. Every time I used it, I always wondered if it was meant to be for horses, but either way it did the job. It always shocked me how much dirt was caked into my skin from everyday life. I had tried my best to get rid of as much as I could before I went in, but some still bled into the water around me. Scrubbing the bottom of my feet was always the worst part, the bristles always attempted to tickle me, I had to muster some self-control not to flinch away every time.
I was nearly done but left my back as usual. “Levi?” I said into the air.
As usual he dragged his stool over, careful to stay straight behind me to miss any parts of myself I would want to avoid him seeing. I held up the brush, making sure soap and water was soaking it already. He moved my hair out of the way and began scrubbing my back. I leant forward, giving him full access as I drifted into relaxation. I always managed to forget how gentle of a person Levi was in between knife fights in alleys and beat ups at school. Most would guess he didn’t have one bone in his body that wasn’t manufactured for sending kicks and punches and slashes. It felt special to see him like this. Like he was my own private Levi, one that no one else would get to have the pleasure to see. All I wanted to do to was keep him all to myself.
“You didn’t even do your hair right, it’s still shitty,” Levi insulted.
I turned to poke out my tongue at him and he immediately closed his eyes making me laugh. “Such a gentleman,” I joked.
“Done?” He said, eyes still fastened shut.
“Yeah, yeah,” I turned back around.
He started threading his fingers through my hair, tugging gently through knots. I closed my eyes and held my knees to my chest drunk from the touch. Soon his hands left, and my head felt empty. Taking it as my cue to get out, I quickly squeezed out the water from my hair and got dressed.
We were always meant to look nice on reaping day, like it was a wedding and not a funeral. I quickly put on the full-length blue dress I put on every year like clockwork. It was the only thing I had left of my mother. I would wear it until I no longer could.
As soon I was dressed, I took Levi’s place on the stool at the table, looking out of the window that peaked out from under the curtain. I tried to direct my focus to the people moving outside, some going home to get dressed up, other leaving home to get to the town centre early to miss the imminent lines. But as try as I might, I couldn’t help but pick up the sounds of Levi shedding his clothes behind me. It always managed to fluster me without fail and I was thankful for always having my back to him when he did it.
Water splashed. An exhale. A silence. Scrubbing.
After a while it stopped. “Need help?” I asked.
He hummed.
I made my way over, following the same as he did before, careful to avoid looking at him in any way that could make him uncomfortable. He passed up the brush. I flickered a few bristled with my thumb before getting to work. It went quiet as he leant into my touch. I steadied him with one hand on his back, as I scrubbed as hard as I could, knowing Levi would literally rather be red and have sensitive skin than dirty. I looked up and spotted a small leaf in the back of his hair that he had managed to miss.
“You didn’t even do you hair right,” I mimicked in a deep voice which elicited a low chuckle.
I picked the leaf out and reached down to the soap, making sure my hands were slathered in it. I slid my fingers into his hair and began massaging his scalp, getting the soap as deep into his roots as I could. He let out a quiet hum and closed his eyes.
It felt so peaceful and natural being there. But I couldn’t help but wish it were different, like my brain was trying to sour the mood. I couldn’t help but wish this close moment was more than what it was. Not platonic affection, though to be fair it was teetering on the edge, but it wasn’t a definite. It was too tender and intimate for my stupid heart to handle. But the atmosphere felt slightly different today, slightly off in a way I couldn’t manage to pinpoint, but a good difference, nevertheless. It felt like it meant something.
Soon he was dressed too, fitted into his white shirt and black pants that I had managed to tailor to actually fit him properly. He adjusted his cuffs as I quietly admired him.
“You look nice,” I said quietly making him look up in slight surprise. I was unsure whether it was my imagination that I saw a slight red dust on his cheeks as he turned away with a click of his tongue. I would have poked fun at him, but I felt too nervous and jittery to do even that.
He looked back at me, and wandered his eyes up and down me, following every part of my body. I stood stone still as blood rushed to my cheeks. He looked back up to my wide eyes. “You too.” Man, what this boy does to me.
We were about to leave when out of the corner of my eye I saw yellow on the table. I quickly picked up the two flowers, sliding one in behind my right ear, before running up to Levi. I put it in his breast pocket and patted it in place gently.
“I won’t force it behind your ear so you’re not embarrassed,” I poked my tongue at him.
I could see him itching to argue but I could tell he was thankful I hadn’t forced it on his head like an overbearing mother.
We headed out the door and followed along in silence behind the other people in front of us. Older siblings held the hands of their younger sisters and brothers who were shaking, some who were obviously having their first reaping. A girl was consoling her little brother who was sobbing on the footsteps of their home. Parents looked gaunt and sickly as their only child walked bravely in front of them, though their shaking hands were visible from a mile away. They were just kids. Kids.
It made me sick to my stomach.
Fear seemed to hit me out of nowhere and suddenly it was hard to keep up with his slow walking. Putting one foot in front of the other suddenly seemed like a daunting task. Levi looked at me concerned, I swallowed and gave him a small smile, but my jaw and face felt tight.
“It’s your second last year,” he reminded me, bumping his shoulder into mine.
“Second last year,” I repeated. Two years from now I would be nineteen and no longer qualify, Levi wouldn’t qualify after this one, all I had to do was get through this reaping and the next and we were golden. Just had to get through this.
I looked up and took a deep breath. “Race you back home after?” I managed out, accompanying it with a half-smile.
Levi didn’t fall for my deflection for two seconds. “Nothing bad’s going to happen to you brat.”
“Then you better not do anything stupid.”
We finally made it to the town centre meaning we would have to separate. We stopped and he looked at me, patting his chest just below the flower gently and with my index finger I tapped my ear with smirk. We split ways into our designated halves
Soon we got in the lines, my eyes burrowed into the back of the girl in front of me. “Next.” Eventually I got to the front where the lady in a sleek grey peacekeeper’s uniform was at her table, not even looking at me when she called. I held out my hand like clockwork and she pricked my finger making me wince. A beep came from her small machine, she looked at her device and then to her list curiously. She looked up for a moment, her dead eyes analysing me for a forever stretching moment. “Next.”
My heart dropped as I left the line. I was on auto pilot as I was guided towards the 17-year-olds section which they kept near the back so they could have the cute young kids at the front to somehow try and make it feel any less horrifying. I looked across and made eye contact with Levi. I tried to smile but my energy was being drained fast. I just wanted him to be next to me and bully me to distract me. For him to make shitty jokes that weren’t even funny. For him to just tell me it would be okay.
I looked up and watched as a crew set up the cameras around the area. One was looking right at the 17-years-olds girl’s group from above. I could see some other girls shifting uncomfortably, noticing it too. It felt wrong.
I looked up to the stage and saw the infamous Hanji Zoe sitting in a chair by herself on the right of stage, waiting for the mayor and his family to join her. I could see her joking with the peacekeeper next to her who was trying his best to ignore her. She was pretty well liked among the district, always making sure to come down to the hub to buy stuff, I was fairly sure she had bought from me once. A squirrel or something. Though usually she’d head home with as many bottles as she could carry. She was the only victor we had left alive, which wasn’t exactly a great feat to be fair, we had only won three times or so. We had had a thirty-year gap of no victors until she won a few years ago. Everyone but her was surprised it had seemed, the announcer had had to wait to double check she was the only one left. Maybe it was the fact she was from Twelve, or maybe it was the fact she killed the last four in one go.
A year or so after she won, she took over being the reaper and announcer as well as being a mentor. The Capitol apparently had found her a lot more entertaining to watch than old Nick who didn’t seem to be able to differentiate a boring lecture to an adrenaline pumping battle cry. I’d rather have my name called out by her than some Capitol asshole anyway.
Soon the mayor and his family walked out and took their seats. The crowd went quiet, save a few murmurs. I made eye contact one last time with Levi before looking back to stage as Hanji walked up to the microphone.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” Hanji said, “Today’s the day to kick off our 67th Hunger Games! Who’s ready!” The crowd remained silent except for a small rapid clap from Nick who I had failed to notice was still here, despite his unnecessary need to be present. “Wow tough crowd.” That elicited some chuckles.
“Before we begin the beloved ceremony, we need to watch a real empowering and touching video the Capitol has put together so kindly for us,” Hanji mocked, knowing she could milk the time on stage to try and alleviate our stress before we were live. “Here! We! Go!” she pointed dramatically up to the screen set up for us which began to play.
Melodramatic imagery began to play as the narrator, with an obviously altered voice to make him sound cooler, spouted out their propaganda script. I looked to Levi as I mouthed word for word the video, making funny faces in attempt to get a little smile. I saw him purse his lips and that was enough for me. The video ended without incident, and a man behind the camera facing up to Hanji indicated it was show time.
Her face fell and she took a deep breath. Even Hanji couldn’t find a way to make it any less terrifying. I swore I could hear a thirteen-year-old stifle his sobs to my right. “It is now time to reap our valiant boy and girl to represent our district in this year’s games.” She looked over the crowd gently. “May the odds be ever in your favour. As usual, ladies first.”
She walked over to the clear bowl filled with names. I instinctively touched the flower behind my ear, rubbing a petal between my fingers. My eyes never left her hand which hesitated above the papers before deciding on one and slowly pulling it out.
My heart was pumping so hard it was impossible that no one else heard it. I tried to calm my breathing, but I felt the little red light of the camera glaring right at me. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Levi, too afraid that if I did, I would run.
Hanji reached her mic. “The female tribute is…” She opened the paper, reading it, making sure she knew how to pronounce it and stepped forward. Her lips nearly touching the metal.
The single sound of my full name filled the square.
It was so quiet, so overwhelmingly quiet.
It felt like the blood had stopped in my veins. My legs were going to give out underneath me at any moment. With shaking hands, I gripped onto my dress. Around me, the girls parted, giving me a path out. I managed a step and then another, gradually getting out onto the dirt path. Two keepers followed behind me and piloted me to the stairs. Hanji met me there and extended a hand in comfort. I took it and noticed how dull my hand looked, like it was devoid of blood. She gently pulled me towards centre stage to show me to the camera.
My eyes searched the crowd and found Levi looking at me in what I couldn’t describe as anything else but cold despair. I saw the boys around him giving him a look.
Something changed behind Levi’s eyes and my body went cold. I continued staring at him as Hanji walked over to the boy’s bowl.
Don’t, I tried to say, don’t you dare Levi.
I shook my head at him desperately, but he had made up his mind, and Levi was a stubborn man.
Hanji came back, name in her hand. It didn’t really matter who she called up; it was going to be the same person no matter what.
You told me you wouldn’t do anything stupid.
He looked me dead in the eye and patted his breast pocket.
A noise came out of Hanji, a name I assumed, I couldn’t even say for sure. All I knew was that a sixteen-year-old boy was frozen in fear in his section, boys began parting ways for him to give him space. But before he had even managed to take a step, Levi walked out of his section to a path where a duo of peacekeepers tried to stop him, I could have sworn one of them was Hannes. He raised his hand solemnly. I bit my lip to choke down my sobs.
“I volunteer.” If I had ever been a millisecond away from a break down, it was then. His deep voice rang across the square, a camera quickly found him and followed behind as he walked up to the stage. He never broke eye contact with me. I could feel my lip trembling, waiting to give out.
Don’t let them see you weak, I could hear him say, sending out the message across the empty space between us. They don’t deserve it.
I took a deep breath and straightened my back, making my expression and emotions become shut away, at least for now. We extended our arms and shook hands like we had seen a million times before. His warm calloused hand felt at home in mine, but as quick as it was there, it departed. We both turned and faced the camera. It wouldn’t take a genius Capitol audience to notice the matching flowers.
Hanji continued talking, but it all just sounded like white noise. Suddenly she stopped and I focused my eyes back in. One by one, the kids in the audience and the parents and adults behind, thumped and held their fist to their heart. The only time you usually ever saw it was at a funeral, especially of someone you greatly respected. The last time I had seen someone do it, it was at the mass funeral after the mine explosion. It had been all my sob wracked body had managed to do. At first, when I stood upon that stage, I had been confused.
But ah, don’t you get it? This is your funeral, and Levi has decided to join you in the grave.
I’ve finally moved AQR over to Wattpad too, as along with AO3, this seems to be where all the cool kids hang out now ...?
Hoping to add some of my original stuff on here soon. If anyone would be so wonderful as to check out AQR on here and give it a little vote/ comment, I would be so, so super duper grateful. Eventually I’d love to be able to get feedback for my original characters and stories on here too!
(BONUS: I’ve added some little manga caps at the start of each chapter to highlight the best Rivahisu moments that sort of link in with the story! :D)
A Queen's Request (on Wattpad) When Historia realises she must become pregnant to delay the plans of the Paradis Government, she is left with the impossible choice of selecting the father of her future child. There are many possible candidates, however Historia knows that there is only one set of genes which will give her child the very best chances of survival. The only problem is, will he consent to it?
