Levihan Family Fluff

Stand Up

A/N: Remy is 13, Ava is 8, Hanji and Levi are all for their son taking down jerks. Warning, people are mean to a puppy in this one...
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"Do you have any coins left?"

"Nope, spent my last two on those blueberry tarts."

"Aw..."

Remy smirked over at his disappointed little sister. The two of them had spent the morning at the open air market near their house, looking at all of the goods and food that were for sale. Their part of town was mostly made up of military families and folks who worked for the government, so sales people and farmers came from all over to sell to them. Remy was in charge of keeping an eye on Ava and the majority of the money that their parents had given them. They were officially out buying ingredients for dinner, but they had been given a little extra pocket money to spend on themselves.

Ava had quickly spent all of hers on sweets and a tiny butterfly hairclip while Remy had used his to get a new tool for his kit and the blueberry tarts. They had the ingredients that they had bought for dinner and were carrying them back home in a couple bags.

"What would you buy if you had something left?" Remy asked, glancing at Ava, "Another hair clip?"

"No, I wanna get one of those," she said, pointing at a stall to their left. Puppets were strung up by thin white strings across the top of the stall, their dull eyes staring at Remy. Now he was seriously glad that they didn't have any money yet.

"Those are creepy."

"Are not, they're funny. I think I'd be a good puppeteer."

"I'll make you one then. A not so freakish one," Remy said. He was good at carving, or you know, he could probably create one out of scrap metal and leather. There was a lot of that laying around the smith shops and tanneries over near the barracks, and they always let him have their extras.

"I like those, though."

Remy wasn't going to argue with her anymore. The point was moot anyways, seeing how they were out of all of their money. He kept walking, which forced Ava to either keep up with him or get left behind. She wavered for a moment in front of the stall of creepy puppets and then trudged after him, dragging her feet with every step.

"Don't pout."

"I'm noooot," Ava said, her tone definitely leaning toward whiny. She wouldn't have tried that tone with their parents, but Remy was a different story. Not that she whined a lot, seeing how it was pretty much useless in their house, but Remy sometimes gave into it just to make her be quiet. Today, however, he simply ignored her.

The two of them made their way out of the market, weaving between adults and horses and wagons, heading for home. Ava's bad mood slowly dropped away the farther they went. She wasn't the kind of person to cling to unhappiness, so shifting from being annoyed to being rather neutral was easy for her.

They were on the edge of the marketplace, about to move onto the street proper, when a yelp caught Remy's ears. It wasn't a human yelp, instead it sounded like an animal in pain. Remy stopped, making Ava bump into his back.

"Hey..."

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" she asked, looking around.

Again, something yelped, high-pitched and terrified, and the siblings looked at each other. They had definitely both heard it that time. The two of them took off running, racing toward the pathetic sound. Ava tried to keep up with Remy, but he dashed into the alleyway before she did, and he reached out to grab her before she could move beyond him.