Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Cadet Characters: Rating:NSFW Content: Bondage, blindfolding, knife play, masochistic behaviour, blood play, themes of BDSM, face slapping, choking, degradation, dacryphiliaaaaaa
Finally writing about my husband! Ugh I love him. I would PAY this man to slap me in the face holy shit.
WARNING!!! This is one of my more intense posts. Please be wary, this post involves cutting of a knife and being burnt. It features a lot of harm from Levi so if you are uncomfortable with that please do not continue reading. He. is. mean. to. you. That’s how I write him, so keep that in mind.
“Levi with all due respect this is the absolute worst.” Now you’ve done it. You just had to open your big mouth and argue against your captain. Sure, he was being a bit unfair but you’re a cadet! You have no place to argue against his orders. The rest of the squad looks at you, their eyes as wide as saucers as they watch on to see what Levi will bring upon you as punishment. But, it’s quiet. A bit too quiet for your liking, he simply inhales deeply and shuts his eyes. “Come to my quarters tonight.” His voice that sort of quiet that is chilling to the bone. Even Mikasa is intimidated by it. Granted, she’s younger than you but definitely one of the fiercest on the squad. You gulp loudly as a bead of cold sweat drips down your neck. Yeah… now you’ve really done it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hesitantly, your feet drag towards that hallway which held your fate. Who knows what the captain has in store for you. The thought of it makes you shiver as you reach his door at the very end of the corridor. “Come in, cadet.” Your knuckles hadn’t even touched the wood when his voice echoed from the other side of the door. You’d be lying if you said that the sudden sound of his voice didn’t make you slightly jump. Your fingers wrap around the cold handle, striking goosebumps over your arms. As you open the door, your eyes spot Levi sitting at a desk directly across from the entrance. “Closer.” He barely tears his attention away from the scattered papers. You fiddle with your fingertips and step further towards his desk where he finally looks up and stops writing. His harsh eyes seem to pierce right through to your soul. You shift the weight on your feet and glance around the room, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Care to explain what that was earlier?” He sits back and cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. “Not only did you talk back but you also didn’t even care to acknowledge me as your captain.” All you can really do to answer back is mumble incoherently under your breath, obviously regretting your actions. “Speak up, cadet.” His intimidating voice sent a shock down your spine. He was now standing, obviously growing impatient. You muster up all of your courage to look up at him. “I apologise, Captain. I was completely out of line.” You pray for him to accept it and let you go. Any moment spent stuck in this room with him was laced with pure anxiety. “Yes. You were. This isn’t even the first occasion too. How much longer do you think you’ll get away with these childish games?” He steps further towards you, leaning against his deck with his arms crossed. You mumble once more causing Levi to scoff. “Did I not tell you to speak up?” He asks, his hand tangling into your hair and giving it a slight tug to tilt your head back and present your neck. A move to show that you’re completely vulnerable to him. “Yes sir.” You squeak. Not expecting his sudden movements at all. The tiny pull against you hair takes you back to nights alone with a certain other cadet, your cheeks flush red at the memory. “Why so timid now? You clearly weren’t afraid to speak up earlier.” He pulls harder earning a quiet gasp. Levi steps back and lets go. “You enjoying this, cadet?” His tone is almost accusing rather than questioning. You’re at a complete loss for words. Embarrassed that you really did that in front of your captain. You eyes trail down his figure, stopping at his noticeable semi, it even appears that he takes notice of your wanding attention. “Seems you’re not learning at all.” He barely gives you any time to react to his words before he grips your wrist and drags you over to his bed in the corner, throwing you harshly.
“What are you-!” “Shut up.” He slips his belt off with an intimidating ease and wraps it around your wrists, tying you to the bed frame. You wriggle to try and slip free, ultimately failing. “Captain! I’m sorry!” He huffs tiredly and pulls a slim piece of fabric out of his nightstand. Much to your surprise, he ties it around your head, covering your eyes from seeing anything. “You need to learn. It seems a stern few words aren’t gonna work against you.” With the loss of your sight, you whimper. Relying purely on the dull sounds of his movements around the room. The familiar unsheathing of his sword throws you into a panic. “Wait wait wait! Captain please-!” The tip of the blade touches your hip, specifically where your shirt ends. In one swift movements, the swords runs right up the middle, cutting off all the buttons and exposing your chest to him. You tremble, feeling a slight cut against the skin over your ribs. His warm hand grazes over one of your hips as he inhales deeply. “Completely bare. Safe to assume it’s the same down here?” He asks, perching the blade against the hem of your pants. No warning, he cuts it open as well, narrowly avoiding causing further damage to your skin. It’s just as he assumed, completely bare for presentation. You barely know what to make of it all. The cool air blows against your already icy skin. “Sir-” “I told you to shut up. That’s an order.” A familiar scent of tobacco fills the room. The potent smell invades your nose, letting you know he was smoking. “Honestly, cadet. You get away with everything. Why do you think that is?” He takes another drag and blows the smoke into your unsuspecting face. You cough back against the cloud. “It’s because you’re a brat. Not to mention cute. You think you can bat your eyelashes and get away with murder. No. This punishment was always going to happen one way or another.” He sounds almost confident in his words, as if he had been studying your behaviour. He smiles maliciously, brushing your hair behind your ears. “So don’t blame anyone else but yourself for everything that happens next.” An overwhelming burning sensation erupts onto your collarbone, leaving you to thrash against your binds and cry out in pain. It’s briefly taken away before placed back down beside the first burn. Over and over until the heat started to cool down and wouldn’t leave any more marks. You whimper and bite your bottom lip, trying not to let your tears fall from underneath the blindfold. Levi’s hand reaches up and softly holds your cheek, his actions the complete opposite of what he just did. “Such pretty marks. I’ll show you.” he slips the fabric off and throws it back on his nightstand. It takes a moment for your watering eyes to adjust back to the light but once you look down, you notice obvious burns from a cigarette scattered across your chest. They were rather pretty, to a masochist that is.
“Now, what I do next… you can’t look away from.” He warns while walking back over to his desk where he fetches a small knife. “I want you to watch what happens when you act out of line.” Levi climbs onto the bed and wraps your legs around his waist to sit between them. As much as you want to, you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his hand that holds the knife, unsure as to what he was planning. At an almost teasingly slow pace, he presses the blade against your hip, just barely breaking the skin. “A bitch needs to have her owners name on them, perhaps it’ll teach them to behave.” He smirks, forcing the blade further into your flesh and dragging it down. You shriek at the sensation, barely able to hold back from crying. You legs wrap tighter around from him, trying to tell him that it hurts too much. “Captain-” His hand strikes against your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded. “Seems the bitch can’t even obey orders. Shame.” With your eyes peering down, you notice he’s cut the shape of an L into your hip. Almost your whole body aches. Your cheek from the slap, your chest from the burns and now your hip as he begins to carve the E. Tears roll down your cheeks and land onto the mattress below. “Crying, cadet? How pathetic.” His hand covered in your dripping blood wraps around your neck, cutting off most of your air yet not enough for you to pass out. “Whose fault is this? Answer me.” He growls, finishing off the V. “Mine!” You hiss, trying not to use up the only air that you can get. ‘Good girl. Seems someone’s learning.” Purely out of satisfaction from your answer, he makes the final letter significantly faster than the last three. He had only dragged it out to be agonising because you had simply refused to acknowledge your fault. You blood trickles down, staining the sheets below. His name now carved into your hip, you whimper at the stinging that doesn’t appear to be easing up any time soon.
Levi stands to his feet and unbinds your hands. You look up at him with confusion. Isn’t he going to… you know? His eyes don’t even consider glancing down to you, he simply turns and sits back at his desk. Almost as if he were ignoring what just happened. You sit up slowly, still unsure as to what happens now. “Uh… Captain?” “You’re excused cadet. Go clean yourself up. I expect you to listen to orders from now on.” What the fuck? You tediously step off the bed and hold your ripped shirt shut. Was that really it? Your feet carry you back towards the door that seemed so frightening not too long ago. “Oh and cadet?” You glance back at him, not expected to hear anything else. “You are to meet me at my quarters after every training. It seems you haven’t learnt at all.” You nod your head and turn your back to him. A slight smile creeping on your lips. So he has a plan for you after all…
__________________________________________________________________ Sorry for the short post teehee I’ll be posting one where he actually does the sexy times but I just wanted to write this scenario because BARK BARK WOOF brand me Levi
The sound of mechanical whirring bounces off the cave walls in a crisp echo citizens below have no doubt become annoyed with at this point. The high pitched screeching of wires demands their attention to the dark shadows above just in time to catch the four blurs fly by. They make it look effortless; racing through the air with perfect grace and balance while weaving between stalactites with cloaks that flap behind them like wings. It’s no wonder that they’ve become the closest thing the Underground has to birds.
“Heads up everyone! We’re being followed!” Pivoting enough to catch a good look at their new tail, the blond of the group alerts the others of its presentence which is nothing alarming, in fact, he shows more annoyance that worry or even surprise,“ not too many today! Just the four it looks like!”
“Hmph. Those poor dumbasses just don’t learn, do they?” The redheaded girl smirks while looking coolly over her shoulder, however, her demeanor completely washes away with the glow of childish joy in her eyes,“ wasn’t that really cool what I just said, Levi?!”
“Keep your eyes forward unless you want to run into something, idiot!” Levi only spares a quick glance at the young girl who frowns in disappointment, but that isn’t much of his concern at the moment. Instead, his eyes return forward, setting on you for direction which he knows you’ll provide; you always do in these situations.
“It doesn’t matter if there’s only four of them! We can’t risk leading anyone back home! Just follow me!” Without ever looking back to the others, you readjust your grip on your handles then dive straight towards the ground at what most would consider an alarming speed. As you get closer to the stone street, you send grapples into a small bridge ahead before pulling back on the bottom trigger to propel yourself forward, narrowly missing several unsuspecting civilians on the way.
Finally checking behind yourself, you’re pleased to see Levi flawlessly copy the move without a single crack to his bored expression, Furlan and Isabella following in suit with the latter’s laughter filling the air along with the curses of the people below who had been left in your group’s dust, or better put gas.
“WOOHOO! THAT WAS SO COOL, BIG SIS!” Usually, you’d send Isabella a smile in return for her enthusiasm, however, when you once again turn backwards, you notice the four soldiers still following behind, not to mention they’re gaining.
“You’ve got that ‘look’ on your face. You gonna share with the class or what?”
You’re nibbling on your lip, a habit Levi loves to give you crap for even in moments like this and, while it normally annoys you, you might not have the time to match your brother’s smartass behavior today,“ I don’t think those guys are with the Military Police. No MP gives enough of a damn about their job to put this much effort into chasing us nor do I think they’d be skilled enough to pull off a move like that.”
Your brother raises an eyebrow,“ do you think-”
“-I’ll check,” you then call back to Furlan and Isabella,“ double back at the next pillar!”
They nod and the four of you rise higher into the air. Upon approaching a giant stone pillar, you latch your grapples into it at the last minute while in near sync with each other and use the force to swing yourselves back around the other side. While doing so, you maneuver yourself in the air to pry at your oddly determined pursuers. For that split second, you unintentionally meet the eyes of one of the men, his amused smirk managing to piss you off even more than the fact that all four perfectly mimic the same move around the pillar.
“DAMN, THEY’RE GOOD!” Isabella exclaims before spotting the dim looks on both you and Levi’s faces which leads her to change her own,“ I mean- They’re kinda shit, aren’t they?”
“I never thought the Survey Corps of all people would come after us,” you comment with a missable hint of apprehension, earning the attention of Furlan and Isabella.
“The Survey Corps? You’re sure?”
“Positive. They have the Wings of Freedom symbol on their cloaks.”
“They’re not going to be easy to lose,” Levi warns, but Isabella unsurprisingly sees no issue with the given situation.
“They ain’t shit against us though! We can totally take 'em, can’t we, big sis?!”
“If we get caught, they’ll take our gear away which will be a pain in the ass- and that’s if we don’t get punishment!” Furlan inputs, running a hand through his ruffled hair in irritation.
“Then don’t get caught.”
He rolls his eyes at Levi’s 'advice’,“ gee thanks. You’re a real help there, buddy-”
“-It’s a waste of time sitting here worrying about them. There’s four of them and four of us; we’re evenly matched. Isa, you’re going right and Furlan, you’re going left. Don’t do anything too fancy; just enough to confuse them. Once you’re sure you’ve lost them, hide out somewhere. We’ll all meet up together at the tavern two blocks down from the house to make sure we’re not being followed back.”
“Yes, ma'am!”
“If you say so.”
Isabella smiles brightly while Furlan seems a bit unconvinced, but doesn’t voice any objections. The two follow your orders, splitting off in their assigned directions while you and Levi continue straight for a little further. It’s silent until you finally break it.
“Levi.”
“Hmm?”
“We’re coming up on another pillar. We’ll each double around it at different ends then split off behind-”
“-Not a chance-” He wastes no time narrowing his eyes.
“-Don’t argue with me. I’ll be fine on my own and I’m trusting you to be, too- so long as you don’t make me regret it,” he looks to you, hating that softness in your eyes that begs him to trust you. How is it that he’s a grown-ass adult yet his heart still desires his big sister’s validation?
“Only if you don’t go running into any more walls,” he redirects his eyes stubbornly, although, he can’t fight the smirk when you chuckle warmly.
“Hey now, it was only the one time,” turning to face backwards, the two of you get a good look at the soldiers following you. Seeing that only two remain with the others having split off to pursue your friends, it seems your plan is already working,“ ready to give these guys a run for their money, bro?”
“Like it’ll even be hard for us, sis.”
Giving each other a nod, you double back around the next pillar at opposite corners. With a smile, you meet Levi’s eyes when coming around the backside before pulling the bottom trigger again which picks up your speed. The cold air against your skin makes your cheeks turn red which doesn’t get much better when going so fast nor does it help the slight burning in your eyes. Nevertheless, you peek over your shoulder to check if the plan’s still working, confirming that such is the case once spotting one of the soldiers on your trail.
’Would you look at that? I got my first choice, too. Lucky me,’ you smirk to yourself when seeing it’s the same man from before,’ let’s see how good the Survey Corps really is then.’
Diving downwards, you let off the gas and allow yourself to fall into the alley between two houses before grappling to one of the sides. Zipping forward then around two corners, you notice the man is still close behind much to your annoyance, although, you don’t let it get to yourself too much seeing that you’ve barely begun.
You begin to slow down with each turn which allows the man to get even closer. Upon reaching a T in your path, you decide to continue straight instead of choosing a particular street to follow, hitting your legs against the stone before kicking yourself off. Sending your grapples behind the man, you’re following them within seconds, in fact, by the time he gazes upward, you’re already flying overhead, smirking down at him before picking up speed.
From there, you turn around several other corners, skip off the sides of houses, and duck under nearly invisible clothes lines in further attempts at throwing him off, however, to his respect, he manages to keep up fairly well despite your tricks. Noting his skill, you assume he must have far more experience than any of the MP’s that normally come after your group. Regardless, you notice him eventually slowing down and, upon narrowing dodging a market stall, you lose sight of him completely.
Landing on a rooftop, you keep low as to not be easily spotted while surveying the street below then the sky. To your surprise, you spot the man flying over the roofs in a path that gets increasingly far from you. Anyone else might see this as a victory, calling the man an idiot to have gotten that mixed up as to your current location, but you can’t help doubting his actions. He was keeping up too well with you to suddenly be this turned around, going in the complete opposite direction as to where you’ve been heading this whole time; right in the direction Levi went instead.
You thought today would be a good day for once. Seeing that the funds Kenny left for you and Levi wouldn’t last forever, you’ve been determined to find ways to make ends meet, but of course, finding respectable work in the Underground is far easier said than done especially considering your young age. Usually, you’re paid for simple tasks like helping merchants load supplies onto their wagons or that one time you managed to milk three whole coins off some poor MP soldier who was desperate for information on some criminal in the area, however, this week has marked the first where you actually received a steady job spanning over the course of several days.
A local storekeeper had been outside complaining to a customer about being understaffed when you decided to offer your service. While they were originally against the idea, they eventually gave into your persistence, agreeing to let you work for them but only until their employee returns from sick leave. For the last four days, you’ve worked for the store while earning a decent wage much to your delight and, by the end of it, you were provided with enough money to buy food for the whole month.
With so much money in hand, you’ve decided to indulge for once, after all, this might be the only time you can afford to do so. The plan was to purchase some groceries as well as an early birthday present for Levi then make a nice dinner for tonight, but those plans have now been soured when catching sight of a crowd just down the street.
People are circled around at the end of the block, screaming and shouting cheers to whatever’s going on in the center. Of course, you’re not stupid. You assume based on the context clues that it’s a fight, and whenever you see a fight nearby, you make the next conclusion which you always hope to be wrong, but that day has yet to come.
“Levi!”
Your once optimistic mood towards the day melts into anger and annoyance as you push past the crowd, your dull eyes locked with the two fighters. One is a man who’s down on the ground, wiping the blood off his face the second the blows finally halt thanks to his attacker flinching at the sound of his name.
“What the hell are you doing?! Didn’t I tell you no more fights?!” You grab your brother’s arm, spinning him around to face you which is something he tries to avoid. Instead of looking up, he keeps his eyes on the ground.
“But he-!” Levi attempts to argue his case, but you don’t give him the chance.
“Did he swing first?”
“Well, he-”
“Did. He. Swing. First?” Levi presses his lips together stubbornly, sneaking a quick glance at the deadly poison in your eyes before reluctantly shaking his head.
“…No,” He spits the word as if it kills him to admit, continuing to glare at the ground as if it did something wrong. Meanwhile, you rub your tremble with your free hand before using it to drag him away behind yourself.
“I can’t believe you. We’re going home and once-”
“-‘ey now, where ya’ runnin’ off to so fast, little lady? Ya’ know ya’ can’t leave a fight ‘til it’s finished. The kid’s gotta finish what he started,” the man Levi had been fighting steps in front of you both, successfully cutting you off from a hasty exit.
“I apologize for whatever my brother did, sir. I assure you he’ll never do it again,” you send a glare back to your brother who clicks his tongue in annoyance.
“‘Sorry’ don’t cut it ‘round here, princess. Ya’ gotta pay for the damage. That’s how life works, ya’ know?” The man leans forward, getting dangerously close to your face even as you try to lean back with disgust. His breath smells like a pub and his yellow teeth are stained with the blood that oozes out the gap where one of his incisors use to be.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any money,” you lie quietly which only he likely hears. You try to push past him, but with a shake of his head, he snakes a very unwanted arm around your waist, drawing an uncomfortable gasp from you.
“Well then there’s plenty o’ other ways to pay up, girly,” he slurs in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
You hear Levi growl and feel him pull against your grip likely in preparation to hit the man, but you beat him to the punch quite literally. Before the man can utter another word, your fist collides with the center of his face, cracking his nose against your knuckles and forcing him off balance. Letting go of Levi’s arm, you swipe your leg under the man’s, sending him crashing to the ground where his head smacks against the hard dirt. While he isn’t unconscious, he certainly isn’t getting up anytime soon.
The crowd erupts into laughter and awes, although, you give them no mind. Instead, you turn on heel to march off without even looking back at Levi,“ come on. We’re leaving.”
Not needing to be told twice, Levi steps on top of the man before chasing after you. He makes sure to stay a few feet behind with his head bowed in shame. He can sense the anger radiating off your body, then again, anyone could tell you’re beyond pissed just by the way you walk with curled fists and a fire burning behind your narrowed eyes. It’s a look Levi could only wish upon those he hates most in the world.
Once arriving at the apartment, you go directly to the kitchen, setting your bag down while Levi remains standing near the door stiffly. Looking down at his clothing, he memorizes each mud stain and slight tear, although, he’s sure his face looks worse judging on the burning of his cheek and jaw as well as the liquid he can feel running down from his eyebrow.
“How many times does that make it this month?” You ask suddenly from the counter, focusing the best you can on putting the groceries away in their respected places.
He kicks his shoe on the ground,“…five.”
He hears you inhale sharply which draws his attention upwards for once. While he was prepared to listen to you lecture him again about not picking his battles more carefully, he didn’t expect you to fall so silent nor did he expect to see the visible quivering of your hand as you pause to set a jar in the cupboard.
After a second, your hands reach up to the top of your head, pushing your hair back as you let out a shaky sigh.
Levi whispers your name with worry, however, you don’t respond to him directly. Shutting the cupboard, you walk off towards the bedroom,“ I…I just need some time alone right now.”
He watches the door shut behind you, flinching at the soft slam of it which leaves him confused. While the two of you have fought quite a bit recently, you’ve never just walked away with so little to say. Normally he was the one to run off.
Noticing you hadn’t put all the groceries away, Levi decides to quietly finish the task, putting each item away slowly before one in particular catches his eye. Removing the porcelain pot from the bag, he’s eyes go wide to discover it’s a tea kettle. Although it’s cracked on the top, it’s still beautiful with a blue flower painted delicately on the side. Reaching further into the bag, he finds a few matching teacups.
Frowning, Levi puts the tea set on the counter by the stove and hangs your bag up by the door before finally deciding to approach the bedroom. He hesitates there, reaching a hand out to knock, however, he freezes when the sound of soft whimpers meets his ears.
Sorrow pricks his heart at the sound, leading him to slowly crack the door open just enough to peer inside the room. From the glow of the kitchen lantern, he can see you huddled at the edge of the bed, your knees pulled to your chest and face hidden in your hands as you sob.
Levi’s own lip quivers at the sight. He isn’t blind nor is he stupid. He knows how much you’ve sacrificed for him, and he knows how truly lucky he is for it; all those nights you’d stayed awake just to ensure no one gave either of you trouble and the daily streaks you’d go without eating all for the sake of providing him with more food…Without any hesitation, you took on the responsibility of keeping him healthy and safe, but what has he ever done to repay you? Get into fights and add more unnecessary stress to your shoulders…
When Kenny first came around, Levi figured he could learn to be stronger and prove to you that you don’t need to keep sacrificing everything for him, however, his quest to prove he’s capable only resulted in the opposite. He’s only managed to get himself into more trouble, getting into fights with adults three times his size just to return home to your disappointment and anger. What happens when you can’t take it anymore? What if you decide you’ve finally had enough and leave him just like Kenny did? He wouldn’t blame you and maybe you’d even be happier without him there to be a burden, but he's terrified of losing you.
Levi quietly walks to your side before sitting down close enough for his hip to brush yours, but he doesn’t say anything neither do you, in fact, you only stiffen upon hearing him enter. While your cries may have silenced, there’s still visible tears rolling down your cheeks.
“…I’m sorry, (Y/n). I'm really sorry. I’ll…I’ll be a better brother, I promise. I won’t get into any more fights, I’ll come home early, and I’ll even start helping you make money without causing trouble. Just…Please don’t cry…” Levi can’t prevent his own whimper when he does decide to speak, his grey eyes quickly filling with tears as they remain locked on your figure,“ I-I don’t like making you sad.”
He isn’t really sure what to say or do. Although he had sometimes heard your sniffles on late nights after your mother died and had seen you cry while fighting with Kenny a few times, he’s never seen you cry because of him which leaves him to wonder just how often it happens. That guilts eats him alive…
Fortunately for Levi, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close with his small frame held firmly to yours, his chin rested against your shoulder. He’s quick to return the embrace, sniffing to keep his nose from running which is getting hard to avoid with the tears that keep filling his eyes.
“We’re gonna be okay…right?” He whispers, a bit afraid of the answer, but he’s offered comfort when you pull away slightly to move a hand through his soft hair with that smile of yours that never fails to make him feel safer.
- Contains eventual warnings/possibly sensitive content (the specific warnings will always be listed at top of the story and/or the exact chapter they occur in)
Kenny…That’s the name the man told you to call him. Of course, you had a lot of names you’d rather call him, but none would’ve gotten you anywhere good.
Like most adults in the Underground, he’d never been exactly ‘warm’ in personality- hell, not even an ounce- yet despite how harsh he remained, there was a foreign care to his actions that you could never quite wrap your head around.
Upon first meeting you and Levi, he had given a stern command to follow him without any explanation. To your utter surprise, he ordered you both big bowls of soup and loafs of bread from the pub down the street without asking for anything in return; an action completely unheard of in your given environment. When you questioned his motives, he irked his brow and asked if you’d rather go back to starving on the streets. After that, he merely sipped on beer as you wipe off Levi’s face, begging him to eat slower or else he’d make himself sick.
Feeding the two of you that day wasn’t the only shocking action Kenny made because from that day on, he became a type of caregiver for you. Instead of returning to your makeshift home on the cold pavement, Levi and yourself were allowed to stay at Kenny’s apartment where he provided not only shelter, but a steady supply of food, a few new pairs of clothes that were far nicer than your mother’s old dresses that you had both worn, and lessons on how to fight which you had been relucent to take part in until realizing you’d need whatever skills you could to protect your little brother from the dangers of the world around you.
On the outside, Kenny actions might’ve made him seem like a caring old man with a heart of goal, after all, who else would take in two street rats? Of course, you didn’t think that to be true. Attitude wise, Kenny always remained the same from the moment you had first met. Unlike your mother who offered endless words of affection and praise, Kenny kept his distance aside from getting angry here and there. Perhaps it didn’t help that you carry a similar stubbornness in your bones.
To say the least, you and Kenny butted heads frequently. He’d tell you to fix your stance when swinging a knife and you’d reply with some snark comment that would earn a knock to the back of the head with a 'don’t be a smartass with me, brat’. The joke was on him, though. His remarks with you only gave you further access to a curse word library you could use in arguments with him whenever Levi wasn’t around to hear.
Speaking of which, Levi had always had a better relationship with Kenny in terms of respect. Being more timid with his own personality, your brother would rarely argue against the man’s instructions. He worked tirelessly to please him, a desire you assumed was fueled by Kenny’s constant comments about him being a 'runt’ and looking 'weak’. Any child would be determined to prove those assumptions wrong especially when they come from the only male role model in their life, which was why you though Levi saw Kenny’s advice and mentoring in such a high light. The problem is you and Kenny had far different ideas on how to raise a child, something you soon learned in an upsetting way.
It all began the day you saw the two walk through the apartment door, Levi’s face bloody from a large gash above his eyebrow and his nose leaking. Despite the blank expression he attempted to hold, you could tell instantly that he was on the verge of tears with his lip quivering and eyes twinkling. Originally, you had feared Kenny had done it, but when an explanation was demanded, he merely brushed you off with the answer that Levi had gotten into a 'tussle’ with some guys at the pub. Of course, that only made your anger flare as did the sobs that finally dropped from Levi’s month. While he could stay strong around his cold caretaker, such strength dried up when in the comforting arms of his sister.
Levi remained latched to your side that night as you and Kenny got into argument which soon became a routine very quickly. Time and time again, he would egg on your brother into fighting someone be it other kids or several adults three times his size. They’d then return home, the two of you would get into a shouting match over what’s best for Levi, and the night would end with Kenny marching out to go to the pub while you cleaned your brother’s wounds.
Things only grew worse when Levi began to sink further into Kenny’s influence, abandoning his once timid nature in favor of a cold and harsh demeanor you didn’t recognize. Soon, he began taking Kenny’s side in arguments, pushing you away when you tried to bandage him up while protesting that he can take care of himself. Needless to say, the shift in your brother’s personality along with the unnecessarily risk of his safety were beginning to push you over the edge, something Kenny began to take notice to.
Perhaps this was most obvious the night when you sat at the dinner table, tapping your fingers against the wood in an offbeat pattern as you glared out the window in complete disregard of the man across from you. Once again, Levi had returned home with more injuries which you sent him off to get cleaned if he insisted he could take care of himself so well. That left you and Kenny alone in a tense atmosphere that could be cut with a knife.
At one point, you glanced at him, finding your thoughts once again beginning to wonder over to why he even takes care of you both in the first place. He isn’t a kind person, neither of you give him anything in return, no one’s paying him at least that you know of…so why? What does he have to gain by caring for two street rats?
You had your theories, one in particular that always stuck to the back of your mind, but you usually kept it to yourself. Because you don’t want it to be true or are just scared it might not be, you don’t know, but at last, you decided to face that possible reality that night.
“Are you one of our dads?”
Kenny had spat his beer at your sudden question, his face morphed into a look disgust,“ tsk, what makes ya’ think I’m your dad, huh?!”
For some unknown reason, you hesitated to answer against the harshness of his own question,“ you…you knew our mom and I don’t see any other reason why you would take care of us unless…maybe…”
“Hate to break it to ya’, but I ain’t your dad, kid, nor am I your brother’s. Don’t go filling your head with such ridiculous ideas,” his lips return to the mug he’s been nursing on, ignoring the way your eyes cast down to your hands in a failed attempt at masking your own hurt. Within a few short seconds, you tried to convince yourself you should be celebrating Kenny not being your dad. Why the hell should you be happy to relate to him anyways?
“Then why? Why take care of us? And don’t try telling me it’s out of 'the goodness of your own heart’ or some other bullshit like that. I refuse to believe you of all people would take care of us because of that.”
Unlike before where he had been very quick to shut down your question, Kenny took his time to think over his answer before voicing it,“ you’re right. It’s 'cuz I made a promise to Kuncel. I would’ve broken it if I left her kids on the street without any good chance of survival…That’s the only reason I’m doing any of this. Once I’m sure you both can do fine on your own, I’ll be taking my leave so don’t go getting attached or anything.”
You had opened your mouth but didn’t say anything. You still weren’t sure how his words were making you feel. Part of you wanted to make a snide comment about how much better you’d be once he leaves, but at the same time, your hidden side wanted to argue, demanding to know how he could just come into your lives for several years, be the only father figure you’d ever know, then plan to just leave.
Of course, you stubbornly muzzled yourself back then, assuming he was just trying to push you back at arm’s length to ensure you got that thought of him being related to either of you out of your head.
…But it wasn’t just talk.
You remember turning to the sound of a door opening, smiling to see Levi’s figure standing there in the light. While his nose was bleeding and his face was scratched, he appeared otherwise fine, that was, until you caught sight of his eyes.
There was a sadness to them that immediately raised worry in your chest, thinking that perhaps he took a really bad beating you’d have to go return to someone, but when you put a hand to his cheek, making him look up at you as you fussed over his injuries, he mumbled the words that explained everything despite their lack of context.
”…He left…“
That had been the last time you admitted to yourself that you respected Kenny and with Levi’s words that sliver of hope inside your heart that thought of the man as a father-figure died…
The Underground is a cruel place even to the adults that call it home with each day being a constant battle to survive by any means necessarily. Having that be said, most residents are rarely open to the idea of steepening their responsibilities for any reason even if it concerns children, therefore, it should be no surprise that the harsh environment holds the highest numbers of orphans and youth fatalities within the Walls.
Underground women who are unfortunate enough to discover they’re with child have three options: terminate the pregnancy, abandoned the baby after its first breath, or take the challenge of providing for more than one life. Many women who take the third option often end up returning to the second, leaving their child alone on the streets to either somehow fend for themselves or simply rot, regardless of their age.
Despite the heaviness that comes with having children in such a cruel world, Kuncel kept her pregnancy without hesitation which many of her coworkers and clients theorized to be a choice born through her own loneliness or perhaps even an unrequited love she felt towards whoever the child’s father was. Of course, neither were true for Kuncel decided to keep her unborn child simply through the instant love she felt for them, a love that somehow managed to grow the day you were born.
From the moment she had first held you snuggly in her arms, she knew she’d never feel regret over her decision regardless of the challenges that may befall her because of it. You were the image of innocence and perfection with your chubby rose-dusted cheeks and that little fluff of (h/c) hair upon your head, your tiny face scrunched up in frustration upon finding yourself in a new environment. Your existence melted Kuncel’s heart and seeing how in love she felt over you, it would’ve been a shame if she hadn’t allowed her next accidental pregnancy turn into another blessing.
Five years after your own birth, your mother gave life to another child, this time a son in whom she named Levi. You can still remember the awe you felt when looking down at your baby brother for the first time as the tiny guy wiggled and whimpered in your mother’s arms. You recall having reached your hand out, watching in utter amazement when it takes his whole hand to wrap around just one of your fingers, his crying slowly fading as if he already knew at only a day old that his older sister will always protect him no matter what. Of course, it’s a promise you’ve never let him down on even when the two of you hide away in a cold ally with Levi curled over your lap, fast asleep while you remain alert for any type of danger.
You don’t know the exact number of days that’s passed since the two of you left home, only that you’ve been wondering around the Underground streets for quite some time. You had naively believed that it would be easy to find somewhere else to say with a roof over your heads, but such proved to be impossible. Every abandoned building is occupied by the homeless and every adult shoos you away no matter how much you beg, forcing you to find sanctuary in allies, however, even those ‘homes’ are only temporary with either aggressive dogs or creepy addicts chasing you away.
You’ve been at your current spot for a few nights now. Located on the quieter side of town, you managed to make a makeshift roof with some planks of wood set on top of two barrels which are pushed away from each other just enough to allow you and your brother an area to sit, not lay. You even hung one of your torn blankets over the ‘doorway’, creating a barrier in which Levi can hide behind whenever you go out looking for food.
Speaking of food, your rations ran out quickly, not that you even had much to begin with, which means you’ve had to start putting in effort to fill your stomachs. Regardless of how often your search, you don’t usually find much aside from rare scraps in the trash behind pubs, but even that’s never enough for the two of you especially when the owner chases you off.
While neither of you have ever known what it’s like to feel full, your mother had at least ensured that you were never starving. Without her around, the two of you are quickly becoming malnourished, your cheeks visually sunken in with your body’s slowly turning to bone. You’re in possibly the worse condition due to your own habit of giving Levi the majority of whatever food you do manage to find. If there isn’t enough for both of you, he gets it all, no questions asked, at least, not on your part, that is. If anything, you’ve actually turned into a good liar with your time on the streets, telling your brother that you ate on the way home so that he won’t feel bad for taking what you give. He’s your priority, but that doesn’t exclude you from the natural requirement of food. If you continue your current path of starvation, neither of you will survive for much longer.
Maybe that’s why you’re in your current position, following some random guy from a comfortable distance with your eyes glued to his right pocket. Moments earlier you had seen him purchase something at a stand, pulling out a few coins from said pocket. If you can just get as many coins as possible, there’ll surely be enough for you to buy a decent enough meal for you and your brother. Hell, at this point you’ll take even a single loaf of bread. Anything counts.
It isn’t as if you don’t feel guilty over what you’re doing. Your mother taught you right from wrong, stealing being one of the actions that lands in the later category, but she also told you that as an older sister, it is your job to protect your brother. At such a desperate point in your life, you’ve had to decide which is more important to follow no matter how terrible you feel for taking from another person who might need it. Unlike the man you’re following, you and Levi are children who have no way of making money yourselves, meaning you need it more, right? At least…that’s what you keep telling yourself anyways.
The gruff man stops for a short minute at the intersection, seemingly to wait for a few carts to pull by before he can continue his way across. What makes the moment even better is he only has his left hand in a pocket, his right pocket being clear for you to take your chance.
Dashing forward, you make quick work reaching into the target, grabbing a handful of coins in a death grip, although, you aren’t fast enough to retract your hand in time. The second your hand disappears into the pocket, the man’s own is clenched around your wrist with a grip strong enough to leave a bruise which honestly isn’t much considering your current condition.
Gasping in fear, you immediately try to pull your arm away, however, you’re trapped. Instead of faltering, his grip only tightens by your struggling,” the hell you think you’re doin’ stealin’ from me, brat?!“
His glare is enough to kill, but it doesn’t deter you in any way. You refuse to give up on your fight, desperately pulling and clawing at his arm in continuous attempts at breaking free with your shouts drawing nearly everyone’s attention, yet not a soul dares get involved (not that you think any of them care).
“LET GO OF ME!” Suddenly, he throws you to the ground, your back smacking against the dirt and hard stone with such a force that it knocks the breath out of your lungs.
You weakly push yourself up, glaring at the man who opens his mouth to shout at you again, however, the words seem to be stolen from him after he finally gets a good look at you.
Taking his hesitation as your chance for escape, you leap up to your feet and prepare to run off, but once again, you find your wrist captured by the man. Given, this time his grip is looser than it was even if just by a little bit as he kneels down to your height,” hey, where do you think you’re going, huh? You’re Kuncel’s kid, aren’t ya’?”
While your mother’s name leaving his mouth makes you pause your struggle, you still turn to glare at him. Once getting a good look at his face, you can say that he doeslook a little familiar, but you can’t think of a name that matches. Even so, you don’t care. Chances are, he’s just some former client of your mother’s; no one special.
Despite your hostility, the man remains unfazed if not a little astonished, although, you’re sure you’re just imagining the last part,“ see, that look right there tells me you’re Kuncel’s kid…Gotta say, you’ve grown since the last time I saw ya’. What’s your name again?….What? You ain’t deaf, are ya’? Didn’t your mama teach you to answer people when they talk to ya’?”
You hesitate before realizing that he’s never going to let go until you cooperate. In defeat, you mumble you name which he surprisingly hears regardless to how low your voice is.
“And no last name?” You shake your head. Your mother never did tell you if you had a last name. You didn’t even know they were a thing until you were four, having overheard passersby on the street using each other’s first and last names. When you asked, Kuncel said that someone people just don’t have last names which has always been a good enough answer for you.
To your surprise, the man sighs at your answer. You expect him to call you a liar, but it never comes,“…that’s smart. You don’t need it anyways…And what about your brother? You’ve got one, right? Or did he die, too?”
Too? So, this guy knows your mother died? While you don’t question that part too much, you do refuse to answer him about any possible siblings which only manages to frustrate him.
Suddenly standing to his feet, the man turns heel and begins to quite literally drag you behind him,“ fine, don’t answer me, ya’ little brat. I’ll just hand you over to the Military Police. I’m sure they’d love a little thief like you with such an attitude-”
“-No!” You try your best to plant your heels into the ground. While it does nothing to stop yourself from being dragged, the man does at least stop himself, glancing over his shoulder in a bored manner, his eyes alone threating you to either answer his questions or he’ll do just as he previously said.
Stubbornly, you turn you head to the side away from him, staring at the dirt covered ground as you pray you aren’t making a huge mistake,“…he’s at our shelter…”
With that, the man finally let’s go of your wrist in which you rub afterwards, noticing the red mark he’s left. By the time you glance up at him with unspoken hatred, he’s holding his arms out with a snarl,“ now was that so hard, ya’ little brat? Go on, take me to him and no funny business or else it’s straight off to the MP’s for ya’.”
You shifted, slowly blinking open your eyes before sitting up from your ‘bed’. Truthfully, it was only a few blankets laid out on the floor which offered only about two centimeters of cushion against the cold wood below, but you were use to it, after all, when you live in the Underground, one has to be able to adapt to anything.
Rubbing your eyes, you glanced over to your side, pleased to find your little brother still asleep, peacefully curled against you. His small body moved only ever so slightly with each breath he took, breaths that became visible in the air after parting from his lips.
Careful not to wake him, you raise yourself from the ground while providing him with your share of the blanket. Tiptoeing across the cracked wooden floorboards, you made your way into another room, one not much bigger than the closest-like one your brother and you shared.
The door creaked when you pushed it open, presenting an almost pitch dark space. There was only a sliver of light available in which allowed your eyes to adjust just enough to see the outlines of the room’s single bed and the figure sleeping in it. Nevertheless, you had been in the room enough times to memorize its layout even with your eyes closed,“ mama, it’s morning. Time to wake up.”
There was no answer from the woman. She laid motionlessly on her back with her face pointed towards the ceiling, eyes and cheeks hallow from hunger yet her face perfectly peaceful otherwise. It was a sharp contrast to the way it had been twisted in pain for the last month since she had fallen ill. As happy as you were to see her finally relaxed after so much suffering, she was too still for your liking.
“Mama?” You placed a hand to her cheek, hoping the action would stir her awake, however, deep down you knew even before you felt the coldness of her skin that such hope was useless. Slowly, you moved your hand to her mouth, hearing nor feeling no soft blow that would normally being rising up from her lungs. You let your hand fall back to your side,“…oh…”
You weren’t quite sure how long you stood here, staring down at your mother softly as your mind swirled with thoughts. She had been sick for a little over a month. Even though she assured you it wasn’t anything too serious, you smarter than that despite your young age. Given your living condition and her line of work, it was bound to happen one way or another. Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t force yourself to be surprised. Regardless…it hurt. It hurt more than your mind could even begin to comprehend in the moment.
“(Y/n)…?” That was enough to snap you out of your trace. Your head spun to look at the small child who stood in the doorway, his tiny fist rubbing the sleep away from his eyes,“ is mama feeling better today?”
You took long strives to him, making sure not to walk too quick to cause concern yet quickly enough to scoop him up in your arms and carry him away from a possibly traumatizing sight. Luckily for you, sleep still fogged his mind, the warmth of your body commanding him to rest his head against your shoulder which gave you the time needed to shut the door behind yourself, never to be opened by either of you again.
“A little bit, but she still needs her rest, so we have to make sure she gets it, okay?” You rubbed his back before setting him back on your shared pile of blankets,“ in the meantime, mama has a game for us.”
“What kind?” He blinked his eyes a few times, finally waking up enough thanks to his childish curiosity.
“She wants us to go on an adventure through town…” you thought for a moment before adding,“ and be like little soldiers.”
While you began to gather the few belongings you owned, Levi frowned with narrowed eyes,“ why would mama want us to be like those bastards?”
“Levi,” you sent him a halfhearted glare, knowing deep down you couldn’t be too mad. It wasn’t his fault the two for you had been exposed to such fowl language.
“B-But they’re so mean, (Y/n)! They treat us like trash and we’re not!”
“The Military Police’s do, yeah, but not all soldiers are like that. They aren’t supposed to anyways,” you sighed, folding some clothes and setting them in the center of a laid out blanket before searching for something to eat,“ in fact, I heard some men at the market once talking about a group of soldiers called the Survey Corps.”
“How could they be any different?”
“Well, they’re more heroic than the MP’s because I heard…” you kneeled next to him, looking around cautiously before whispering in his ear,“… they actually go outside the Walls and fight Titans.”
Levi looked to you with wide eyes, his voice of whisper of disbelief,“ no way.”
“Yes way,” you chuckled, handing Levi a small piece of bread. Even though it was rather stale, he didn’t think twice about stuffing it into his mouth after his stomach growled with hunger.
“'at’s just st'id,” he commented while chewing.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Levi.”
He shallowed, going quiet for a moment before asking,“…so how’s the game work?”
“Well, we’re gonna pretend to be Survey Corps soldiers. Mama is our commander and has sent us on a mission outside the Walls which will be in town. All the grow ups will be titans, so we have to avoid them as much as possible, okay?” Levi hung onto your every word, nodding as he took another bite of bread,“ our goal is to find a new land completely safe from titans.”
“When are we going?”
“Now, so let’s hurry up and get ready. We still need to pack all of our supplies. Make sure to grab anything you want. We’ll be outside the Walls for awhile.”
“Okay!” He was quick to jump up, hurrying to help gather everything you two had which wasn’t difficult considering neither of you owned much. You both only had a few pairs of clothes each which were passed down from your mother as well as a few blankets, a small supply of food, and a tiny stuffed animal you had found Levi two weeks ago when you had gone outside to get food when your mother was too sick to. Once everything was together, you tied the edges of the blanket together into a makeshift bag.
“I’m gonna go say 'goodbye’ to mama real fast,” while you worked, Levi went to run towards her bedroom door only for you to quickly snatch his wrists, pulling him back a bit too harshly which you regretted, although, you didn’t have time to worry over it for too long.
“Levi, wait!” You frowned at the confused look he gave you,“ um…r-remember, mama needs to rest. She might not be able to go back to sleep if you wake her up.”
“Oh…okay!” much to your relief, Levi didn’t question you any further, instead smiling as he took your hand.
After a quick peak outside to ensure no one was around to give either of you trouble, you turned to Levi with the most convincing smile you could muster,“ are you ready, soldier?”
He nodded eagerly, gripping your hand a bit tighter as the two of you exited your old home for, unknowingly to Levi, the last time. You only looked back once, a part of you begging to run back just in case there was a small chance your mother would wake up to wonder where you two were…but you knew that was wishful thinking. She was gone and no amount of wishing would bring her back. What you needed to focus on instead was keeping your little brother safe. From that day on, he was the only family you had left. You’d be damned if you ever let anything happen to him.
SUMMARY: It’s no secret that Levi Ackerman is a very strong yet distant man set on keeping the most intimate details of his life hidden away from even his own squad, one of those details being the fact that he once had an older sister in whom dedicated everything she had to ensure his survival in the cruel world they lived in. At last, Levi’s new squad will learn her story and how Levi became humanity strongest man.
WARNINGS: This story will eventually contain mature themes such as death, gore, and strong language.
warnings; mentions of pegging, dumbification, just dick in general
authors note; i normally never thirst for levi, like at all, but this just came to my mind and i’m like yk the entire app needs to hear about this
let’s talk about levi’s ackerdick!
ok for starters, id like to point out that he was extremely malnourished as a child which means there is totally a chance of it being on the smaller side. in my opinion, it’s pretty small- 4.1 inches. while levi’s strength and stamina is immeasurable, his dick just does not apply to that. it’s a nice contrast though.
(levi simps and stans, please don’t beat me up this is just a headcanon and there is nothing wrong with having a short dick! after all, it’s about the way you use it)
he’s uncut, but i’d imagine most men in aot are. after all, the walls are stuck in medieval times and technology and medical tools aren’t that great. it doesn’t matter though, he keeps himself clean down there so no funky shit grows.
now the color? oh boy, he’s got such a nice pale dick it’s cute. and the tip flushes a really pretty shade of baby pink. if you’ve got him REALLY aroused though it’ll turn just a tad deeper.
this may surprise some of you but his dick is… really smooth. almost too smooth. it’s really soft and nice and there’s only one semi distinct vein on the shaft. it doesn’t really curve either, it’s straight.
do the curtains match the drapes, if you know what i mean? yes, in fact they do! levi keeps himself very tidy down there, trimming regularly and never going full on jumanji down there unless on a long mission. he’s got a happy trail too, it’s a dull black and leads up to his navel. and there’s a few gray hairs in there because he’s aging, but it looks great nonetheless.
now for the really juicy stuff. levi’s cock is so so so goddamn sensitive! it twitches at the smallest thing, making him fail to stifle a moan. when you first pull his pants down, he covers his face with his arm because he finds it embarrassing to look all flustered in front of you.
now he rarely takes control when you’re having sex, but every once in a while if you’re being a tease, he will just use that godly strength of his to pin you down and fuck you until you’re dumb. to top it all off, he will bury himself in you and cum right there and after pulling out, marvel at the sight of his release dripping out of your hole. if you’re being exceptionally bad, he will let you have a taste just to let you know how much of a slut you are.
there’s times where you’re in control too, though. it’ll take some convincing but he might let you peg him at some point. the whole time he’s whining and whimpering for you to go faster and harder and rougher even though he acted like it was going to be a chore at first. his pretty dick and balls are swinging wildly, and he’s holding back tears because this whole sense of being filled up is so new to him. eventually he will feel his balls tighten and dick twitch rapidly until his sweet release makes a puddle on the sheets where he’s laying above.
i just had to draw this scene with these two! princess mononoke is my favorite movie and i haven’t seen any eruri art of this scene, so here is my version of it
i also wanted them to be in the underground city where they first met hehe
“I think,” you trailed off, eyes lingering on the sky, watching the colors blend together as you turned your head to Levi. “All I want in this life is to be something- to have my name known, y’know?”
Your eyes met his, he was silent sitting beside your sprawled out body, white dress fluttering in the breeze, finding your presence more captivating than the sunset.
Part of him didn’t understand, he’d give anything to lead a normal life for just a moment. His name would follow him to the grave and beyond, his ghost would not know peace in death. The bigger- better, part of him understood, though.
What would Levi be if not an Ackerman?
He pondered a moment longer, gazing down at you- have you always been this beautiful? You were a work of art, he thought. “Yes, I do.”
The breeze ruffled your hair, dark brown strands tangling together. It will be a bitch to detangle later, it always was, but it had always been worth it.
“Do you think-” your question was caught in the wind, blown away like a dandelion. “The stars are beautiful.”
Truthfully, they looked mundane with you lying beside him, it took half a heart for him to not say some sappy shit about you being prettier.
Words caught in his throat, huffing out a meek “yeah,” as you fiddled with his hand, tracing hearts on his bruised knuckles.
Has he always been this nervous around you? Or was the fact you could very well die tomorrow getting to him? Either way, he couldn’t look into your memorizing eyes without a lump in his throat forming- embarrassing, truly and utterly embarrassing.
The stoic, untouched captain was head-over-heels in love, as Hange had so bluntly put it one afternoon, having watched him stare you down all throughout training and in the mess hall- there was no saving Levi.
As the wind picked up, grass tickling your skin, you couldn’t help but smile at the man. He never said a word, didn’t have to, you knew.
Perhaps he likes that about you, your uncanny ability to read his mind. For you, he was an open book- one of your favorites, having surpassed even Shakespeare.
Levi raked his fingers through your hair, catching in knots made by the wind. “Can you promise me something?” His voice was steady, if it hadn’t been for the slight tremor of his hand you wouldn’t have caught the anxiety flooding through him.
Looking up, you moved your head into his lap, Levi’s hand caressing your face instinctively, “If this is about me drinking your tea, then no I can’t promise to leave it alone."
Your attempt at lightning the mood was well received, Levi snorting in response while he locked eyes with you; he had the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen, you could only hope they would be the last thing you’d see before death.
His hand found yours, intertwining, "My tea is yours, just make sure to leave me some,” his tone was sincere, dripping with adoration for you. “But seriously,” he started, smile falling. “I need you to promise me that you won’t leave my sight tomorrow.”
Levi Ackerman knew better than to make you promise not to die, fate was out of your hands; so he opted to prevent fate from taking what was his once again, the least he could do was try.
Without hesitating, you agreed. The universe would have to pry you from his cold, dead hands before they took a treasure like you.
It felt wrong to even suggest you may die, to put that energy into the universe to manifest, but you couldn’t help the words that slipped past your lips.
“We’ll meet again, you know that, right? Don’t know where, don’t know when, but we can’t be separated forever; however long that may be."
Though it left an uncomfortable silence, accepting the reality that you might die always did, it was still comforting to a degree.
Levi, no matter the year or universe, will hold you again. Even if you’re a pile of bone and ash, you’ll form again molded perfectly for him: he is yours and you are his, universe be damned.
Humming in acknowledgement, he reached down to kiss your head, "I’ll search for you, forever and always.”
Synopsis:You’d follow him to the end of the world, you promised, only to realize how silly the words sounded with the current state of life- not to mention, you had said the same to Petra, a girl that met her fate with zombies gnawing the flesh of her thigh.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: zombies, gore, blood, minor injuries, explicit language, mentions of death
When you were twelve, you promised Petra you’d follow her to the ends of Earth, even if the world had gone to shit- you’d follow her.
Looking below you now, growling corpses walking the streets of Paradis; one of the most populated cities, it began to feel almost taunting. Had you manifested this? Of course not, you were a naive twelve year old, but it was too ironic.
Petra walked in front of you, baseball bat clutched tightly in her scar riddled hands. The wind caused strands of her golden hair to fly to the right, escaping the messy bun she had done hours ago. “Hey, wait up!” you called out, having fallen behind more than what you considered comfortable.
She came to a halt, turning as the corners of her mouth lifted, “Aren’t you afraid of heights?” Throughout the whole ordeal, Petra had never lost her smile, you admired her for it; you lost yours on the second day. “Keep up, we only have so much sun, y’know.” and off she was, continuing with her fast pace, leaping from roof to roof.
You groaned, fighting the urge to claim the cement floor beneath you and sleep, but Petra was right, she had never been wrong. “Alright, alright.”
The gaps in-between roofs were small due to the sheer amount of buildings they had stuffed together, but still big enough that one slip would leave you a soon-to-be zombie. “Be careful not to fall,” a useless warning, but it became tradition.
A few rooftops away from home, your leg lost balance, the slant of the roof propelling you forward as your hand desperately clawed the ground, tearing the end of your nails off as a terrified scream fell from your lips, “Petra!”-but it wasn’t enough as you hit the edge, legs rolling over and off the side. “Fuck,” you cursed, bloodied fingers digging into the ledge as you tried to pull yourself up.
Zombies piled below you, the scream from moments ago attracting them. Their groaning and growling added to your fear, one slip up and you’re zombie chow.
It was inconvenient, but you were able to graze your tip toes over what seemed to be an edge on the building.
The yell of your name pulled your attention back from the hoard below, you saw Petra running back to you, skillfully jumping over the openings. “Are you okay- Holy shit, your hand.” she mumbled, dropping to her knees as she hastily pulled you up, careful of causing any more damage. “Shit,” her eyes ran over your fingers, the blood made it look worse than it felt. “you okay? What happened back there?”
Her worried questions fell upon deaf ears- you’d almost died, moments after telling Petra to be careful, you almost fucking died. “How far are we?” your eyes met her wide ones. “I don’t think I messed anything up too bad, my damn fingers hurt, though.”
A strangled laugh forced its way through her as she looked behind her, a sloppy trail of blood from where your fingers tried to catch flat ground showed, “Yeah, I bet.” she held your head in her lap, fingers brushing through your dark, matted hair, looking down at you with a small smile. “Just a few more roofs away, I’d say five more minutes.”
The sun blinded you, Petra’s head doing little to block it out. It was a beautiful day, couldn’t have been less than sixty degrees.
You brought yourself to your feet with the help of Petra, blood staining the front of her pale blue shirt, you shot her an apologetic glance. That was one of the few shirts she owned.
“If I thought I was over my fear,” you started, examining your fingers: the tips had stopped bleeding, but it looked like someone had taken a cheese-grater to them. “Then I was dead wrong.”
Your pun flew over her head or she just didn’t find it funny. Either way, your laughter was cut short as you looked up.
The sky was a light orange, any other circumstance and it would have been beautiful; but with the world burning below it, you couldn’t help but curse the universe and its ability to create something so pretty at a time like this.
“Let’s get home,” she urged, the darkening sky made it harder to spot the openings between buildings and with your luck, you’d fall through. “Don’t want to have to sleep on a roof, again.”
It was meant as a joke, but the silence following showed neither of you took it as such.
Right before you found the apartments, there had been one other in your small group: Annie. The three of you felt unstoppable, spending all your nights sleeping on whatever roof gave you the best ocean view.
In the end, it seemed zombies always won, taking away the people you love with no second thought.
Thinking about her brought tears to your eyes, she was your best friend of fifteen years and you killed her, or at least what was left of her after the zombies had their taste. “Fuckin’ zombies.”
Petra agreed. It was a loss for her too, having known Annie for the better part of ten years. “Fucking zombies,” she repeated, picking her bat up from the ground.
Trailing behind, you watched stars appear in the sky, one by one. Now that there was less pollution, the stars were brighter; one of the few rewards of the Apocalypse, if you could call it such.
A full moon lit the sky, marking the completion of a cycle. Soon there will be a waxing crescent moon, one of your favorites- you can only hope you’ll live to see it with your best friend by your side.
“Last one,” Petra announced, jumping over the opening. “Your turn, be careful.“
Launching off the edge with your right leg, you landed on your left, falling straight to the cement with a hiss, hugging your knee to your chest. “Ouch.”
A few moments of you not moving later, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to your feet. “C’mon, wanna sleep,” Petra whined, pushing the green, metal door open.
The sound of metal against concrete was unpleasant, tonight it seemed louder than usual.
Twelve stairs ascend down from the green door, you’d memorized the number the first day in case of emergency. “I’ll help you,” an arm wrapped around your waist, allowing most of your weight to rest on them as you walked- no, limped down the stairs.
One
Two
Three
Four
Fiv-
A clunking noise sounded from the floor below, echoing up the stairs. Metal against metal you noted, nothing a zombie could make.
“Did you hear that?” Petra whispered, arm tightening around you, ready to take off and drag you to the roof at any given moment.
Your breath was caught in your throat, heart hammering against your chest.
“Maybe something fell over?” The thought did little to soothe your fears, knowing even if something had fallen, someone or something was prowling too close for comfort. “Let’s just get inside our room, lock the doors, and put a chair up against them.”
“And trap ourselves!?” she yelled in a hushed tone, brown eyes glued to what little you could see of the staircase through the barricade. “I say we roof hop, find a new place. Mayb-”
You silenced her, shaking your head as you spoke. “No, our room is right by the ladder, remember? Anything happens, we can leave- but I’m in no condition to be traveling.”
God, she hated it when you were right. “Fine, but I hear it again and we are gone. Understood?”
A compliant ‘yes’ left your lips, Petra was the unofficial leader.
Rarely had there been a disagreement between the two of you. Ever since Annie, she had taken it upon herself to keep you safe, seeing as you were the youngest at twenty. Annie being twenty-one and Petra twenty-three.
She reminded you of your mother, occasionally. The way she doted on you, checking you for injuries every time you went somewhere.
Chairs stacked against the doors, underneath the handles. Petra worked tirelessly to secure the rooms and doors, making sure no one could kick them down, convinced the noise was caused by the living.
“I swear I heard talking, the living aren’t like how they used to be,” she rambled, locking the bedroom door and placing a black, wooden chair underneath the silver handle. “They don’t have laws preventing them from killing- there isn’t a justice system for them to fear.”
The wall behind you was cold on your exposed back, the ridges in the paint poking at your skin.
Turning to Petra, you let your head fall against the wall. “Tra,” you sighed, breaking her from her nervous pacing. “Why would people clear every floor of an apartment building? Not even we did, for all we know some dead fucker knocked something over.”
“The voices- what about the voices I heard!?” Tears pooled in her dark eyes, she was having a panic attack. “You’re injured, can you even climb down the ladder- oh my god, your fingers.” Words flew from her mouth, worries spilling out like a broken faucet.
Your hand caught the back of her shirt, tugging her onto the bed. “Calm down, I can climb and run if I need to and my fingers,” you held them out, blood staining the skin around the nail. “are fine, some rubbing alcohol and a hand wash will fix ‘em up, Tra.”
Her fingers tangled in her hair, palms pressed flat against her face. Blonde fly-aways blowing forward, the open window allowing a breeze to pass through the room. “I just..” she paused, looking over to you. “I worry about you, about us.”
The quiet rustling and groaning of the zombies below became somewhat comforting over the months, it was a constant in a life of variables.
“I am twenty years old,” you giggled, attempting to lighten the mood. “Not a reckless fourteen year old. I can take care of myself, too.”
Blonde hair clouded your vision, Petra had placed her head on your shoulder, hand intertwining with your own. “I know,” she mumbled, “But after Annie..” she didn’t have to continue for you to understand: she couldn’t lose you too.
Change the subject, you thought. Focusing on Annie for too long will make you cry, the wound was still too fresh. “What do you think…y’know, started all this?” It was a frequent conversation you had, each time leading closer to an answer. “I still think biological warfare.”
Silence coated the room, hanging heavy in the air. “I feel like it was just an experiment gone wrong, like someone mixed the wrong vials or something.”
Your back slid down the wall, meeting the softness of the mattress underneath the purple sheets. “That’s so boring,” you groaned, looking up at her. “Besides, this feels intentional. Like, how do you not only ‘accidently’ make a zombie, but spread the virus too?”
The bed creaked as Petra moved down, becoming eye level with you. She watched you with her honey colored eyes, studying your face- memorizing every dimple and divot.
She placed her thumb on your cheek, caressing the skin, noting the scar underneath your eye: small and delicate, thin like a paper cut.
To the right of her thumb, there was a scar, you could feel it as it drug against your skin. If you had to guess, it was within the last seven or so months, seeing as Petra had smooth hands before the Apocalypse.
“One day, you’ll find out,” she paused, eyes closing- pulling her thumb away from your face, before continuing. “I’m sure of it. Now get some sleep, I’ll listen for new noises.”
You smiled, an act reserved for Petra alone. "Love you, try not to stay up all night” you whisper, pulling the gray, wool blanket close to your face.
“No promises,” she grins, moving closer to your body. “Love you too.”
