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[grunklecakes]

btw i made a levi/farlan blog

levixfarlan.tumblr.com

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[fairylights-101]

Monster In The Dark

There was no point.

There was nothing left to live for.

Nothing to give a damn about.

No one waiting on him for when he got out, especially since he'd be in a pine box. Well, maybe Hanji would be there. She still visited him, her and Mike and Nanaba and Erwin. Probably because they knew why he'd done it, why he'd said "fuck you" to the law and thrown himself into a veritable suicide mission. And they still loved him, even if he was a murderer, even if Levi was no longer there.

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#levifar #fanfiction #levixfarlan #shingeki no kyojin

[amaranthprincess21]

Ready

Levifar, (ftm!Levi)

Warnings: none

Note: This came out of my and my friend churchofthieves talking about headcanons and a few of them were Levi really liking kids and wanting to try having kids.

The beauty of kids growing up was that they put themselves to sleep. When she was little, Isabel never wanted to go to bed and it took a lot of convincing from Farlan and Levi to get her to go sleep. Now that she was eleven she went to bed on her own accord and Farlan couldn't think of anything better than that.

He lay in bed, flipping through a book and waiting for Levi to join him. That was another good thing about Isabel being older now; she didn't need a whole lot of attention and she could take care of herself if she needed to. Now Farlan could get caught up in all of those books piled up in the corner of his bedroom. Levi's bare feet barely made a sound as he entered his and Farlan's bedroom. There was a contemplative, determined look in his eyes as he crawled into bed.

"You all right?" Farlan asked, putting his book aside.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied. He paused for a moment, blue eyes flickering over to his boyfriend. “Farlan, I want a baby. I want more than one kid and now that Isabel’s getting older and can take care of herself, I think it’s time we have a kid."

"A baby?" he asked. Not the most eloquent response, but in his shock he couldn't say anything else. He and Levi had been together for a while, but he didn't know if he was ready to be a dad. A baby was a huge responsibility and a huge step in their relationship. They had the money and the space for a baby. The only issue was Farlan wasn’t sure if he was ready to be a dad.

His own dad had been nothing more than a deadbeat. It wasn’t that Farlan wasn’t scared of becoming one himself; no, the only way he’d leave this family was if someone killed him, but he just didn’t know how to be a dad. He couldn’t leave all of the parenting to Levi like he did when Isabel first came to stay with them. But part of him wanted a family. Well, a bigger family. Isabel was nearly over her toddler years when Levi brought her home and Farlan would like a baby and have the whole experience. But if they did have the baby that’d mean a massive lifestyle change. Levi would be sidelined from heists, for starters, and the baby meant another mouth to feed.

And what if something goes wrong, he thought. What if Levi miscarries? Then what? What if everything goes south and we can’t feed our family? What if I’m a shitty parent? Should we even be raising a baby down here? The Underground isn’t a good place for a kid. But then again, Isabel turned out just fine. Our baby could too, theoretically. And how much different could a baby be from Isabel in terms of taking care of? It’ll be more work, but I want to take it on. I don’t know if I’ll be a good dad, but I can’t be worse than I already am to Isabel. After all, Levi and I have raised her since she was a kid. We’re basically her dads already.

But the thought of holding a baby, his baby, in his arms made excitement jolt his veins. We can take anything that comes our way. We’ve been successful in life so far; we can still be. And besides, we have nine months to get everything together. We have time and we’ll be beyond ready by then. I want to have a baby. The skills I don’t already have I’ll get. I want this too.

“Yeah, a baby. Are you deaf or something?” Levi inquired, folding his arms in front of his chest.

“No, it just kind of came out,” he replied with a chuckle. He gave Levi a wide smile and grabbed his hand. “I’d like to have a baby too.”

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[amaranthprincess21]

Goodbyes and Hellos. Levi/Farlan

Written for Levifar Week, Day 7

Prompt: Goodbyes

TW: death, implied homophobia.

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               Goodbyes were something Levi Ackerman was used to. Telling his sister Mikasa goodbye when they ended their Skype calls, telling his friends goodbye when he'd go home early from parties, telling his mother goodbye after he'd visit home for the weekend. Goodbye was just a word Levi knew very well in his twenty-one years of living.

               And of course, that didn't count all of the times he had to say goodbye in his past lives.

               Levi never believed in past lives before. If there wasn't scientific proof for it, why should he put his faith in it? But the dreams he had were uncanny, terrifying at some moments. It wasn’t just the fact that they repeated themselves and were always consistent. In one set of his dreams, he was a thug living in an underground city. He had two companions, a handsome man named Farlan and a fun pain in the ass teenager named Isabel. Levi had written it off as some subconscious fantasy until he was a senior in high school and he met a girl named Isabel who looked exactly like the Isabel he dreamed about. He had no explanation for it and it unnerved him. His dreams could be downright horrific and if they were visions from his past, it made him think he wasn’t destined for happiness.

               His first set of dreams took place in the past he was taught so much about in school. The Titan Era. He was a thug turned soldier for the famous Survey Corps, renowned for their bravery and skill. He, Farlan, and Isabel were close friends and comrades. Levi had feelings for his male companion, but given the dog eat dog nature of their world, love wasn’t something Levi could express freely. He’d always had an inkling that Farlan returned the feelings, but like Levi, he did nothing to advance the friendship. He was killed during an expedition right in front of Levi’s eyes. He tried to save his friend but he was too late and the two parted for the very first time.

               The second set of dreams, he and Farlan acted on their attraction to each other. It was sometime in the 1700s and they would sneak away from their apprentice duties to be with each other. Those moments were sweeter than wine, filled with loving kisses, warm embraces, and hot touches. Everything was pure bliss until a war broke out. Levi was drafted and had to leave to fight in the dense forests of places he didn’t know. Saying goodbye to Farlan had been hard, although he wouldn’t outright admit it, but he’d promised Farlan he would do his best to come home in one piece. He did, but it was in a pine box with a gunshot wound in his head.

               The third and final set seemed to be placed in the fifties. He and Farlan once again were lovers, hiding their relationship from the disapproving world. They were constrained to passionate nights in cars parked deep in the forest and secret sleepovers when their parents were gone. Everything was blissful and Levi was ashamed to admit it lead him into a false sense of security. In this lifetime, his last goodbye to Farlan had been when they were hanging out with their friend Isabel. They ran out of beer and Farlan was the only one able to legally buy beer so he offered to go to the corner store and get more. If Levi had known it was the last time he’d see Farlan alive, he would have done more than give him a peck on the cheek and a weak, “See ya.” But the next time he saw Farlan was when he and Isabel went out to search for him after he failed to come home in an hour.They found his body in the riverbed, slurs carved into his back.

               That’s not to say all of his dreams were depressing. In between these dreams Levi caught glimpses of happiness. In some dreams he and Farlan were together and happy. They were able to live their lives together and only be separated by death due to natural causes. But those glimpses into the past were rare and seldom in nature. Dreams of love gone wrong plagued Levi and made him worry for his future. In all his dreams he’d been with this guy Farlan, but in this lifetime he’d never met or ever seen a guy that looked like him. For all Levi knew, Isabel was a serendipitous occurrence and Farlan was just a figment of his imagination. But with all the frequency and the consistency of these dreams, he was starting to think that maybe past lives were a thing and somehow he was able to see into the past.

               Levi didn’t like looking to the past. He didn’t like wallowing in his regrets. And he sure as hell didn’t like goodbyes. Whether it was in his nature or because of past experiences, he just didn’t like them.

               His most recent goodbye had been to his childhood best friend Petra Ral fourteen minutes and thirty-three seconds ago when she had to go to cheer practice. His phone buzzed as she texted him, letting him know she’d made it to the football field safely. He texted her back quickly and shoved his phone back into his pocket as he walked into the campus coffee and tea café. He’d been coming here ever since his freshman year. Petra would go to cheer practice, he’d sit in the café and wait for her to finish, enjoy a cup of black tea, and then once she was done cheering they’d go have dinner. That had been his Thursday afternoon ever since he started college and he didn’t see his routine ever changing.

               Levi plopped down into his usual spot in the comfy armchair near the window. He pulled out his copy of Heart of Darkness and started reading. The faint notes of piano music waltzed through the air with the quiet conversations of friends and couples around him. It was by no means loud, but for some reason noises distracted him and he ended up having to reread passages over and over again to understand them, even though he had read this book several times before.

               Fuck, what’s wrong with me today, he gritted his teeth, staring at the book’s pages. Why can’t I focus? This is an easy read. It’s not like I’m trying to plow through some Ernest Hemingway or something. The soft chiming of bells tinkled through the air as the door to the café opened and a group came in. They weren’t anything special. A girl with cat-like eyes, a burly guy, and a tiny blonde that couldn’t have been taller than five feet. But as the last guy entered the café, Levi’s heart nearly stopped.

               The guy had ash-colored hair, bright purple streaks popping against the muted natural color of his hair. He had snakebite piercings sparkling under his lips. He worse pleasantly tight pants and what looked like a very worn and very loved Green Day T-shirt. The guy was very pretty and incredibly familiar to Levi. Fuck me, he thought, staring at this guy in utter disbelief. It can’t be him. It can’t be Farlan. His heart was racing and pounding in his chest as if he’d just run a mile. Before he could look away, the guy looked over at him and their eyes locked.

               Shit. Levi knew those blue eyes anywhere. How many times had he seen them before? How many lifetimes had he spent looking into those eyes? The spark of recognition lit up Farlan’s eyes. He broke eye contact first, talking to the cat-eyed girl and handing her some money before walking over to Levi. What do I say? I can’t tell him, “hey, I keep having dreams that may or may not be from my past lives and you’re in all of them as my boyfriend. How are you doing?” Farlan dropped himself into the armchair across from Levi, a cocky grin on his face.

               “Are your legs sore? Because I swear you’ve been running through my dreams every night,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching as he fought back a laugh.

               “You call that a pick up line?” Levi asked, rolling his eyes as he resisted the urge to laugh. “Where’d you get that shit from, from a popsicle stick?”

               “Are you saying popsicle stick jokes are crap?” Farlan inquired, raising an eyebrow at him.

               “Yeah.” Farlan laughed heartily and stuck his hand out to Levi.

               “I’m Farlan. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, a bright smile on his face. Levi stuck out his hand.

               “Levi,” he introduced himself, although judging by Farlan’s looks it wasn’t needed. If his dreams were anything to go by, they were destined to say goodbye one way or the other. It’d be a goodbye he would dread, but he put those dark memories and thoughts away for a moment.

               Here was the chance to relish a wonderful hello instead of a grim goodbye and Levi had every intention of enjoying that.

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[amaranthprincess21]

Running. Levi/Farlan

Written for Levifar Week, Day 4.

Prompt: Travel/"Alone Together"

TW: discussion of homophobia.

People always told him that running away from his problems wouldn’t solve anything. But he disagreed. Driving into the future with Farlan by his side felt pretty damn good.

Levi almost didn’t wake up. His alarm was so quiet he almost slept through it, but thankfully by some miracle it managed to wake him up. It was pitch black outside his window. The moon was just a small sliver in the sky and the stars seemed to keep their light to themselves tonight. It was three am and he’d only gotten four hours of sleep; his high school graduation had been hours before and parties kept him up. Shit, I need some coffee or something, he thought, getting out of bed and silently moving around his small bedroom.

It was odd to see his room emptied out. The few pictures he had on the walls were packed away in his duffel bag, their frames sitting empty on the pale grey walls. His favorite clothes were packed as well. The jar that he put all his extra change into since first grade was empty; he’d taken it and gotten it exchanged for bills the day before. It’d ended up totaling seven hundred and fifty-two dollars and it added a nice padding to his bank account. He’d worked all his life, saving up for this moment. Saving up for the day he’d get out of this small town and explore the world.

Trost was the epitome of Small Town, USA. Everyone was obsessed with football (God forbid you didn’t have school pride), everybody had known each other since birth, and the people were good ol’ “Christians,” the ones who didn’t practice what they preached and used a warped version of religion to justify their prejudice and shitty attitudes. They were the ones that did horrible, horrible things and used religion as a reason why and ignored the fact that what they were doing would go against what a loving God would want.

He remembered his twin Mikasa getting punched during second grade because she said she would marry her friend Sasha. He remembered his first day of middle school, watching janitor paint over graffiti on lockers that had homophobic slurs written on them. He remembered the week before high school began how a group of men murdered a gay high schooler and got away with it by claiming he attacked them and they were acting in self-defense. He had always planned on leaving, but once he fell in love with another guy he knew it was time to high-tail it out of there.

They started dating after winter formal their sophomore year of high school and while Petra and Mikasa knew about their relationship, they had to keep it under wraps to the majority of their friends. In a town as small of Trost, word traveled fast and while they were sure they could trust their friends, they didn’t want to risk it. But even with the danger looming over their heads, the past two and a half years had been the best of Levi and Farlan’s life.

Car lights flashed in the darkness outside of Levi’s window. He threw his dirty pajamas into his hamper and grabbed his duffel bag. Slowly he opened his bedroom door and tiptoed down the hall. Mikasa’s bedroom door was open. She was fast asleep and for a moment Levi considered waking her up to say goodbye. No, you can’t wake her up, Levi told himself. She won’t tell anyone but it’d be better to keep her out of this. He gave her one last look before walking down the stairs and out of his childhood home. He locked the door and left his keys in a potted plant.

“It took you long enough to get here,” Levi said, the ghost of a smirk on his face. Levi threw his duffel bag into the back of Farlan’s car before climbing into the passenger seat. Farlan chuckled.

“I had to deal with family. It took them forever to go to bed,” he replied.  

“Have you gotten any sleep?”

“I’m not tired. Once we get out of Rose County I think we should find a place to sleep, though. It’s not healthy to run on almost no sleep,” Farlan shrugged. He pulled out of Levi’s driveway. “But we can figure that out later.” He turned to Levi, a bright smile on his face. “The big question is where do you want to go from here?”

“How about New York City?” Levi suggested.

“I think I can live with that,” Farlan smirked. “New York City it is.” His hand found Levi’s, fingers lacing between his. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We’re finally getting out of his hellhole. We’re finally going to explore the world.” I can’t believe it either, Levi thought as he squeezed Farlan’s hand. They were finally going to leave the confines of Trost and see what the world had to offer them. There were no words to describe the amount of relief Levi felt as they drove past the cheery “Welcome to Trost!” sign and into Maria County. There would be no more hiding. There were some things to worry about soon and Levi knew they couldn’t underestimate those obstacles, but he knew that they were safer as they drove away from Rose County.

It felt like a weight was being lifted off of Levi’s shoulders. People always told him that running away from his problems wouldn’t solve anything. But he disagreed. Driving into the future with Farlan by his side felt pretty damn good.

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[amaranthprincess21]

Stay {2}. Levi/Farlan

Written for Levifar Week, Day 2.

Prompt: If I Stay (derived from the Gayle Forman novel)

TW: death.

Synopsis: When a fire takes Levi but spares Isabel, a heavily-injured Farlan must decide whether to fight to stay alive or not.

“How many more fucking stores do we have to go to?” Levi grumbled, looking at the shops in disdain. It was a bitterly cold December night as he and Farlan walked around downtown Mitras Christmas shopping.

“Just two more and then we can go have dinner,” Farlan told him. Levi sighed, clearly displeased, but said nothing. “Come on. We need to get something good for your sister and my mom.”

“My sister doesn’t like anything,” Levi sighed. “Trying to get a gift for Mikasa is like trying to nail water to a tree.”

“I’m sure we’ll find a good present,” Farlan said optimistically. “Otherwise we can just get her a gift card, or something.” Levi shrugged but didn’t argue with him. As they got closer to the mouth of an alley, Farlan could see a small redheaded girl sitting near a garbage can. Her clothes were soaked and too thin for the freezing, snowy weather. She couldn’t have been more than ten years old. Poor girl. She shouldn’t be out here, Farlan thought. Levi let go of his boyfriend’s hand and walked over to the girl kneeling in front of her. God damn it Levi, what’re you doing now?

“What’s your name?” Levi asked the girl as Farlan walked over to the two of them.

“Isabel,” she told him.

“How come you’re out here? Are you homeless?” Levi asked. She nodded.

“My mom had the wrong kind of friends. She made them mad and they shot her,” she explained. “I’ve been living in this alley since then.” Either she was a very convincing actress or she was telling the truth. Do I want to take the chance? If she really is homeless she could be dead by morning.

“Isabel, we were just about to go have dinner. Would you like to come with us?” Levi inquired.

“You’d let me come with you?” she asked, her green eyes the size of the moon in amazement.

“We can’t let you starve out here,” he replied. “Come on, get up. Let’s go get some food.” She stood up eagerly and tried to brush the dirt off her wet clothes. She needs something dry on her, Farlan thought. I never thought I’d actually do this. . .

“Here, wear this. You look like you’re about to freeze to death,” Farlan said, pulling his jacket off and handing it to her. It was far too big for her, but it’d keep her warm nonetheless. Did we just adopt a kid, Farlan wondered as the three of them walked down the street and into a new chapter of their lives.

“Oi, wake up, Farlan.” Fluorescent lights burned his eyes as he woke up. The walls were an awkward off-white color and on either side of his equally drab bed were Isabel and Levi. Levi looked perfectly fine but Isabel had bandages around her arms and her hair was in a pixie cut. Unlike Levi, she looked almost transparent, as if she wasn’t really there.

“Shit, am I in the hospital?” he inquired, gingerly rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Burns ran up and down his arms and covered his palms and the pads of his fingers. “What happened?”

“There was a fire in our apartment building,” Levi explained. “We got caught in the middle of it. Isabel was able to get out alive but I didn’t manage to make it.” The memories slowly trickled into his mind. The last thing he remember was Levi pushing him and Isabel out of the way of a falling beam. Farlan’s throat felt like it was closing in as he recalled watching the beam crush Levi, pinning him to the ground.

“What’re you saying?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“I’m saying I’m dead and if you don’t fight harder, you’re going to end up dead too,” Levi told him bluntly.

“Why should I? Why should I keep fighting? You’re gone and these burns look like they’re severe. Why should I fight this when it’s clear I’m not going to live?”

“You have no idea if you’re going to die or not. You’re just assuming you will and we both know you aren’t always right, even though you like to act like it,” Levi said “You can give up like you always do and die. Or you can wake up and fight to live another day.”

Why should wake up, Farlan thought, leaning back onto the fluffy pillows. Levi’s dead. Even if I wake up there’s no chance I’ll live, I could die from these injuries after I wake up. And then I’ll just be pushing back the inevitable and I’ll have to live in worry. I can just stay like this and stay with Levi.

But Farlan’s eyes shifted over to Izzy. Who’s going to take care of Isabel if Levi and I are gone? She’s too young to take care of herself. I can’t leave her on her own. He inhaled deeply, looking back to his boyfriend. Levi got himself killed trying to protect us. If I die, Levi will have died in vain. I’m not ready to let him go, but I can’t let his death mean nothing. And I can’t leave Isabel all by herself.

“I’m not ready to leave you,” Farlan told him, trying to ignore the dry ache running through his throat. “But Isabel, she needs someone to take care of her.”

“She does,” Levi agreed. “We’ll see each other again eventually, Farlan. This isn’t the last time we’ll see each other.”

“I know, but it’ll be years before I see you again and I don’t know if I can do that,” he said, trying to keep himself together.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You can do anything you want to,” Levi said, a ghost of a smirk on his face. “You don’t have a lot of time left. If you’re going to wake, you need to do it now.” “But I’m not ready,” Farlan protested.

“I know you’re not and I’m not ready for this either. But you have to take a leap of faith, Farlan. Just this once.” Farlan’s eyes felt like they were burning and his throat hurt as he bit back tears. Just wake up, he told himself, his hand reaching for Isabel’s. She needs you. Don’t let Levi’s death mean nothing.

Farlan opened his eyes, Isabel by his bedside. She was passed out, her head resting on his nightstand as she slept. Typical Izzy, he thought. His eyes glided over to his right, half-expecting to see Levi sitting there alive and well. But the chair was empty.

“Isabel, wake up,” he announced, turning back to his friend. Her eyes shot open at the sound of his voice. A smile broke out on her face as she saw him awake.

“Farlan, you’re alive!” she cried, ruffling his hair. He chuckled weakly.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he replied.

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[amaranthprincess21]

Stay {1}. Levi/Farlan

Written for Levifar Week, Day 2.

Prompt: If I Stay (derived from the Gayle Forman novel)

TW: death.

Synopsis: When a fire takes Levi but spares Isabel, a heavily-injured Farlan must decide whether to fight to stay alive or not.

Link to part 2

It was a chilly October night as Farlan Church stood outside the dive bar smoking. He’d stepped outside to calm his nerves before he and his band performed. He wasn’t usually a nervous performer, but tonight he was going to be singing in addition to playing bass because their band��s singer bailed at the last moment. Fucking asshole, he’s putting us in such an awful position, Farlan silently seethed, taking long drags of his cigarette. We told him about this weeks ago. He has no excuse to ditch us.

He watched as a guy and a girl approached the bar. The girl was pretty enough. She carried herself confidently and had a bounce in her step. The guy was definitely a dark kind of attractive with inky black hair and a “take no shit” aura.

"Tch, fucking smoker," the black-haired guy sneered under his breath as he and his friend approached him.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Farlan said, voice dangerous as he glared at the guy.

"Smoking's disgusting. Way to be considerate of yourself and others, douchebag," the man said, glaring right back at him. Who the hell does this guy think he is, Farlan thought indignantly.

"Do you want a fight, asshole?" he asked.

"No, no! No fighting, please!" The petite ginger girl got in between the two. She nervously smiled up at Farlan as she put a hand on the her friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry about him. He doesn't mean any of that. He just gets a little anxious before performing," she told him. He’s not worth it, Farlan, his conscious told him

"Whatever," Farlan replied, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Just stay out of my way."

"Oh, he will! We both will!" she said hurriedly. "Bye!" The two hadn't taken two steps away from him before the ginger girl started tearing into the guy, berating him for "trying to pick a fight." What a bunch of freaks, Farlan thought. That girl's so far out of her element. She's literally a rainbow in the pits of hell. He's a shitty friend for dragging her out here.

"Farlan, we're on in fifteen," his drummer Vera told him as she poked her head out of the bar’s back door. He sighed and put out his cigarette, flinging it onto the ground. He followed her back inside the dingy, overcrowded bar to get ready for their show.

Despite the fact their singer ditched them, the gig went very well. The crowd cheered, he got catcalled a few times, and from what he gauged the audience adored them. We better get a good bonus or some shit, he thought as he helped Vera pack her drum set into the back of her van. This show was too fucking stressful.

"Hey Vera, did you or Janelle grab our paycheck?" he asked.

"No, I didn't and I don’t think she did,” she replied.

“All right, I’ll go and get it.” He left Vera  alone at the van and went back inside the bar. The music was loud and pretty damn good from what he could hear. That singer's fucking good, he thought. I wouldn't mind having him in our band. He looked over to the stage to see the performers and his stomach sank to the floor. Well I'll be damned. The ginger girl and the black-haired man from earlier were on stage with a few other guys. Shit, that guy can fucking sing, he thought in amazement, watching him. Not to mention he knows how to work the crowd, he added, eyes shifting down to the guy's gyrating hips. We could use a guy like him on vocals for our band. Farlan quickly got his paycheck before sitting down backstage, watching the punks finish up their five song set. The wheels in his mind were turning rapidly, trying to figure out how to get this guy as a singer for his band.

The crowd was screaming when the band finished. Farlan weakly congratulated three of them on a job well done but didn't get in their way as they carried out their instruments. The ginger girl and the black-haired guy were the last to leave the stage, carrying amps and other miscellaneous equipment.

"Hey, you need help there?" Farlan asked the ginger girl, shooting up out of his chair to help her.

"Oh no, it's fine!" she waved away his help.

"Really, I don't mind helping!" He was cheerful with her but silently he surveyed the guy, who didn't look too happy about Farlan offering to help the girl out.

"If you're sure," she shrugged, letting him grab one of the amps from her. "Thank you!"

"It's no problem at all," he waved away her concern. "I say you guys perform, you did a really good job."

"Oh, thank you!" she smiled cheerfully at him. "We saw your band's set too. You have a really great voice!"

"Thanks," he tried to make his grin at her as genuine as possible, since it was becoming more and more obvious that the black-haired guy didn't like him talking to the girl.

"Your voice would be better if you didn't fucking smoke," the man piped up, giving Farlan a dirty look.

"Can you not?!" the girl turned to him sharply. "I'm sorry, he's not usually this cranky," she told Farlan with an apologetic look on her face.

"It's fine. I get it," he shrugged. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. I was stressed and just snapped. I’m not that mean, I promise.” The girl laughed but the guy seemed unconvinced. This isn't going the way I thought it'd go. I need to change course and do it quickly. "I'm Farlan, by the way."

"I'm Petra," she replied brightly. Her bright demeanor was gone in seconds as she looked expectantly at the black-haired man, who simply sighed.

"And I'm Levi," he begrudgingly introduced himself.

"How's Farlan doing?"

"He's being flitting around stable and unstable ever since he got here. We're keeping him for a few nights and doing what we can to make him stable."

"What about the girl that came in with him?"

"She had minimal burns, easily treated. She's getting checked out for any other injuries right now."

"And what about the guy? I heard some of the other nurses say a guy was brought with them too. The girl says he tried to save her and Farlan."

"Oh, him? He was DOA. The ambulance crew tried to resuscitate him but with a head injury like that it was a miracle he didn't die instantly." 

Dark, heavy piano notes swirled through the apartment like snow flurries. Farlan sat in the living room, trying to fix the wobbly leg of the kitchen table. He smirked at the music and got up, traversing to his and Levi’s music room. Three years had passed since they had first met and while the first few months of knowing each other were rocky, what followed had been utterly wonderful. Levi sat at the keyboard, blank sheet music and a pencil rest on the top of the instrument.

“Still working on that piece?” Farlan asked, pulling up a chair and sitting beside him.

“Of course I am. The rest of the song is done except for this. I’m not going to let it go unfinished,” Levi replied.

“Maybe you could play the bass part but a few octaves up,” Farlan suggested.

“The bass part is too plain. I need to embellish the song,” Levi argued.

“How about you try this?” Farlan randomly pressed on a few keys. The sharp clang of the dissonant chords made both of them cringe. “I think you should stick to playing bass,” Levi said with a slight smirk, lifting Farlan’s hands off of the keyboard. He laughed and grabbed Levi’s hand.

“I think I should too,” he agreed with a smile. The room was peaceful as Farlan sat there, looking back at his boyfriend. Something inside him clicked. Despite the rough beginning they had, Farlan couldn’t see himself with anybody else. Nobody understood him like Levi and no one understood Levi like him. I think he’s the one.

“Miss, please come back here!”

“Hell no! You’ve been keeping me from my friends for the past day and I want to know how they’re doing!”

“Miss Magnolia, I insist you go back to your room.”

“No! Not until I know that my friends are okay!”

A sigh.

“We don’t know if Mr. Church will make it. We’ve tried stabilizing him but we aren’t sure if he’ll make it. He’s already given us enough scares already. We just don’t know if he’ll live.”

“I-I see. What about Levi? Where is he?”

“ . . . I’m sorry, Miss Magnolia, but Mr. Ackerman didn’t make it.” 

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