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This Is Not the End. Reader x Rivaille/LeviThis Is Not the End. Reader x Rivaille/Levi by SugoiKawaii-desu
"You cannot afford to dwell on the past for too long in this line of work, Rivaille." He barely hears Erwin's baritone voice rumble from beside him. The shorter man almost wanted to snap at him, tell him that he knew that -- but, the body that lay before him was not just his past but, was supposed to be his future as well.
Her dead eyes stared up at him, once [e/c] and now faded, distant. Her chapped lips parted, her teeth a dull yellow from aging; her hair still damp of blood and sweat. Rivaille needed to look away from her, he really needed to. But, he couldn't. He just kept staring down at his lost love, the woman he would never watch mothering their children, the woman he would never see when he came home from a long days work.
His future blackened before him, consumed in a black-hole as it swallowed any chance of happiness he had left in the world. It died with her.
Erwin placed a large hand on Rivaille's shoulder, urging him along. With a sharp jerk, the raven-haired soldi
In the Underbelly. Reader x RivailleIn the Underbelly. Reader x Rivaille by SugoiKawaii-desu
Hidden amongst the wreckage of a crumbling building, scarred hands and arms scraped against stone as they attempted to uncover a new burrow to hide in for the night. Blood dripped on to broken concrete, curses fled the rugged man's lips, and he pulled his thin shirt over his freezing shoulders more. The raven-haired man's female companion touched that icy shoulder with her warm and calloused hand, triggering a turn of his head and was shot a friendly smile.
"I have somewhere we can sleep for the night, Rivaille." She assures him with a gentle tone.
But, can she be so sure? Rivaille wants to believe her wholly, he really does, but he can't help but wonder what the hell the catch was. Despite how long they have known each other, and despite how much he might trust the lass - it was that survivor instinct inside of the man that made him regard her offer with furrowed brows.
"I'm fine here." He says while continuing to dig himself a small bed to rest his head for just a few hours, hopefull