A lot of you are probably unaware, but 95% of my writing is actually reader-inserts. It’s where I got started and I think they’re fun. Someone on Tumblr suggested doing a self-insert weekend here and because I’m swamped with work I decided to post two of my xreader fics here. I know they meant fan art, but we all know I can’t draw and I still wanted to participate.
This is probably one of my favorite pieces, and one of my rarer first person POV ones. You can read it as Levi/Reader, you can read it as Levi/OC. It’s pretty flexible if I do say so myself.
Tw: blood, swearing, some sexual elements.
Although their motives are far different from mine, I get along fine with my brothers and sisters. They seek to destroy man and besmirch the name of God, but a few demons, such as myself, are a little bit more selfish in our goals. We only look out for ourselves and corrupt people for fun. I’ve taken many souls since I fell from heaven and I’ve had a lot of fun games in my time.
I’m not as powerful as my brother Satan, none of us are, but I still manage to make a lot of deals. I give people what they want, ten years to enjoy it, and then I take their souls. They become my slaves for eternity and I repeat the process with someone new. It’s not as monotonous as you would think. It’s quite enjoyable, actually. And a little bit satisfying watching these people live their dream. It’s amazing to see how much people fuck up when they have what they want.
Being summoned is a weird feeling. It feels like someone’s pulling at your arm, like a small child tugging their mother to a candy store. I simply let the tugging pull me to my next victim. The room is dark, lit by a few black candles. Besides the blood smeared on the floor and this man’s lips, the room is immaculate. My sacrifice, a small cat, lies on the floor in front of the small altar this very handsome man has set up. And it’s my favorite kind of cat too. He did his homework.
The look of shock on his face isn’t anything new. A lot of people are surprised when they first summon me; they don’t expect it to work. You wouldn’t imagine how many people have summoned me by just fooling around. It’s a pain in the ass, really, but what are you going to do? Tell people to stop summoning you? Or maybe the reality of him sacrificing a cat to a demon and drinking blood is settling in. Honestly it could be either. He just kneels there, looking up at me with his mouth agape.
“If you’re not going to use your mouth I’ll find a use for it,” I tell him. I don’t have time for this. He may be very attractive but I have a schedule to keep.
“Lewd, aren’t you,” he comments as he wipes his mouth clean on a rag. Good, he’s got a fire in him. I can’t stand simpering idiots, especially ones that can’t get a joke.
“Did you just summon me here to comment about my tongue or do you want to make a deal?” I ask, folding my arms underneath my chest.
“I want to make a deal,” he blurts out, getting to his feet in a rush. He regains his composure quickly, giving me a fierce look of determination. Like I haven’t seen that before. Or his nervousness and shock before.
“I’m listening.”
“I want aboveground citizenship for my partner Farlan Church, our other partner Isabel Magnolia, and myself, Levi, as well as the money to buy a mansion together,” he says. To be completely honest I haven’t heard that wish a lot. Once or twice before, but mostly the people who summon me are nobility who want to live more opulent lives. At least I can relate to his plight. This place, although it’s clean, is a fucking dump.
“That’s something I can grant you,” I say. “But what are you going to give me in return?” Asking them what they’ll give you is always a good idea. It makes you seem more merciful than you really are. It’s a trick I picked up from one of my brothers.
“I’ll serve you. I’ll worship you,” he replies.
“I already have worshippers, although I wouldn’t mind having an attractive man such as yourself among their ranks,” I chuckle. “How about this: I give you everything you want and you give me your soul in return?”
“What does that entail?” “What does that entail?” What do you mean, Levi? Do you want this deal or not?
“It means you’ll be my servant for all eternity after I collect your soul. You’re young and I’d like to keep you pretty once I have you, but I’m going to be merciful and give you fifteen years to enjoy your new life with your friends. How does that sound?”
“Sounds good. You have a deal,” he says without even batting an eyelash. He’s got balls or he’s insane. Most people at least hesitate before making a deal with me once they learn I’ll take their soul and they’ll be my slave. But not him. He’s diving into it like a swimmer at a lake.
“I’m glad we’ve come to an agreement,” I say. “To consum -”
“LEVI! WE’RE HOOOOOME!”
“Shut the fuck up Isabel! You don’t have to start screaming every time you enter the house!”
“Stop being such a buzzkill, Farlan!” So these are the people Levi wants to bring with him to the surface. Strange. I thought they’d be more . . . like him. Opposites attract, I suppose.
“Shit, I can’t hide all this,” Levi murmurs, looking around at the bloody room. And he knows if he erases my insignia I’ll be free to do whatever I want. Not that I’d do anything per se, but he doesn’t know that. He opens his door a few inches, not enough to put his dirty room and me on display.
“Hey, guys,” he says, poking his head out of the door. “How’d the heist go?”
“Great!” Isabel says. “I’ve never seen so many lengths of lace before!”
“Bolts. They’re called bolts, Isabel,” Farlan corrects her. His deep voice is rather pleasant. Maybe I’ll try and drive him into making a deal with me later. I’d love for him to sing to me constantly.
“Good. We’ll need to wait a week before reselling it but at least we have it,” Levi says.
“Big Bro, is everything all right? You haven’t moved at all since we got here,” Isabel points out.
“Yeah, I . . .” his voice trails off. For a thief he’s bad at making up excuses on the top of his head. Poor thing needs some help.
“Levi, come back to bed,” I call out, trying to sound as desperate as possibly. Even from here I can see that the mortification on his face is pure gold. Farlan bursts out laughing while Isabel remains silent. She sounds young, so she’s probably confused.
“You brought a girl home while we were out?” he demands, still laughing raucously. “I never thought you’d be capable of doing that.”
“Shut up, Farlan,” he retorts. Poor baby. How embarrassing.
“We’ll leave you two alone. C’mon Izzy, let’s go take a walk,” Farlan says and he drags Isabel out of the house. I chuckle as Levi gives me a dirty look.
“Oh come on. It got them to leave, didn’t it?” I point out.
“That was the worst way to get them to leave,” he says, slamming the door shut.
“But it worked.” He rolls his eyes.
“Can we get back to business. What do I have to do to seal the deal?” Now this is by far my favorite part of any deal. I grin and run my hand between his legs. A shiver runs down his spine from the contact.
“I think we both know how we’re going to set this in stone.”
So my friend Smex from DA and our friend FreckledArtist decided to collab. This is an audiobook rendition of Smex’s fanfiction “Morbid Appetites” with me and Freckled being the voice actors. I know there’s an issue with our mics and my pop filter so I apologize for that u_u
