The Godparents (ModernAu: Levi x Reader)

|The Process of Coping|

The funeral consisted of a lot of crying, mostly from your cousins. Your parents had passed a while back. Everyone seemed to be ignoring you.

Perhaps they all knew that you and your sister had been on bad terms for years before her death. Perhaps they looked down on you for ever treating her such a way when she had two children to look after.

Of course you regretted everything. You regretted having been on such terms in the first place. You regretted not having gotten to know that child better. Hell, you even regretted not having tried to know her adopted child more before this event.

The day was dim, but not rainy. How cliché - of course the world would seem to mourn. You looked over, eyes skimming the black clad shoulders, until they fell on your aunt, a thin and sharp woman named Matilda. She was standing attentively, her hands occupied in front of her, no where near the child who needed the most comfort at this moment.

Matilda shouldn't have been there. She didn't even look the slightest bit guilty. She had always been cruel to you and your sister - all she ever wanted was the fortune that had been passed down to her older brother, your father. When he decided to have children, her hopes of gaining that fortune were lost.

Of course she would want the child. Both your parents' and your sister's insurance would amount to a nice sum. Not to mention what the government would "owe" her should she keep the child.

It was ridiculous, if even possible.

As for the adopted child, who had been living with the now-deceased (or imprisoned) family for five years: he was a slightly charming child with brown hair and teal eyes. His skin was a bit tanned. He was definitely a strong little fellow; any other kid was sure to be wailing at this point. But the six-year-old was crying in silence, biting his lips to hold back his cries.

You wanted to approach him, but it seemed that if you did, he might be angry. Angry that you had never even been there.

Nevertheless, when the funeral was over, and your aunt had moved away when he tried to get closer, you moved in, steadily making your way over.

Damn. You didn't even know the kid's name. He looked up at you, unsure of what to do. Eventually, you settled with resting your hand on his head.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He suddenly latched onto your leg, crying for a bit before Matilda cleared her throat.

"Come, boy. We do not have all day." The child nodded, sniffling, and let go.

You fixed Matilda with a glare. "He just lost his mother and brother. Can you pretend like you have a heart for even a second?" you hissed.

"What will mourning do? The child was not even technically her own," she said back, her snobbish voice matching her appearance.

"He was hers. And soon he'll be my own. I AM the godmother, Matilda," you snarled, hands balling into fists.

She narrowed her eyes. "Not if I can help it, you little fool."

With that, she marched away. The boy looked back at you, eyes wide with a sad kind of curiosity. What had you meant, he would soon be yours?

You gave him a gentle glance before turning away to approach your own car.

LEVI'S POV:

"I need you to take these to the town hall, Levi. Please get it done as soon as you can," Erwin had said earlier, placing a stack of papers in my hands.