#levi angst
What You Deserve
Request from Anon: Heyo! If its okay can I request a scenario where the reader has a fight with Levi and then gets hurt while on a mission and thinks he lost you. And Levi regrets what he said as the last thing that happened was the argument. Basically lots of fluff and Angst! c:
Warnings: Blood, traumatic injuries, mentions of loss/death, pregnancy, angst, allusion to abortion
Word count: 4.1k
A/n: Holy FUCK I am so sorry that it took so long, but here ya go! Also, I hadn’t written angst in so damn long, so fingers crossed this is at least half-decent. I promise there’s plenty of fluffiness at the end! Thank you for the request
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Fuck. No. No, no, no, no, no.Where the fuck is she?
Levi desperately scanned the city streets, soaring between buildings faster than he had ever managed to travel before.
Everyone else had already retreated. The mission to scout within this section of Wall Maria was an absolute disaster from the get-go. There were far too many titans, dozens more than past expeditions would have led anyone to believe, and most of the new recruits had paid the insurmountable price of the regiment underestimating this excursion with their lives.
It was a dark day for the Scouts, but it was an even darker day for one in particular.
Levi had seen you not ten minutes ago, catapulting through the air and claiming the napes of countless titans. You both knew that if any more lives were to be spared, you’d both have to fight with everything that you had to give the others who still could flee a chance at returning home in one piece.
He was humanity’s strongest, it was his duty to throw himself into battle to protect others. You were a fiercely skilled soldier, your kill rate: second only to Levi’s. If there was to be a chance for everyone else, it rested on both of your shoulders.
But now that burden was crushing him. Pulling the air from his lungs faster than he could inhale. Cracking his sternum under the immense pressure; threatening to pierce his very heart with the shards of what crumbled within him.
The others had gotten away; no further lives were lost. He should be relieved, but instead he feels regret.
Regret that he didn’t take all those titans on himself.
Regret that he lost track of you in the commotion.
Regret that he couldn’t find you now.
Regret that he couldn’t hear your response when he cried out to you.
But most of all he felt regret for what he had said when you last spoke.
//Earlier that morning//
You had been standing outside Levi’s room for a few minutes too long, drawing curious stares as people passed down the hall, no doubt wondering why you, who were normally so composed, looked like such a mess.
A quick, shallow inhale was the last burst of self-assurance you could offer yourself before you landed an urgent knock on his door.
“Levi, can I talk to you for a minute?”
The fragile quality of your voice matched the urgent tone of your approach and before you could have any second thoughts, the door swung open.
“Good morning to you too, brat.”
The handsome, playful smirk that you had come to love so much greeted you as you carried yourself through the door, promptly shutting it behind you as you pushed your way past Levi.
Another, deeper breath in and you were searching for the nerve to initiate the conversation that you never thought that you would have with this man, this absolute specimen.
You took a moment to observe him, trying to collect your jumbled thoughts. It was still early, but he’d probably been up for hours. If he even slept; he usually didn’t the night before an expedition. His eyes were tired, as they usually were, but soft as they fell on your frame.
Not many people would use that word to describe Levi Ackerman. Actually, there probably wasn’t a soul within the walls who would. Except you. He had shown his soft side, his most intimate, vulnerable parts of himself with you. That meant something, right? You couldn’t help but doubt yourself once again as you took in the sight of him.
His hair was still a bit askew, his cravat dangling untied around his neck. Those eyes were piercing straight into yours, threatening to dive in and pull the words you were too scared to say from your lips, whether you bid them to leave or not.
There was no turning back now.
“I-I-…I thought that,” you stammered, dropping your gaze to the floor as it became obvious you wouldn’t be able to beat holding eye contact with him. “I thought that I might have been pregnant.”
There it was. The horror that had been plaguing you for weeks now. It was out in the open, finally. It felt somewhat relieving to actually say the words out loud; to acknowledge the anxiety that had been haunting you for so long now, but it also invited a whole new wave of torment.
Levi’s jaw was immediately sharpened into a hard set line, his eyes blazed with a concoction of confusion and rage that encouraged all that anxiety that you had thought you’d finally purged to come flooding back into your system.
“What? Y—what do you mean you thought? When? Why in the hell am I just now hearing about this? Pregnant? Dammit, Y/n, are you fucking kidding me?”
He spun away from you, one hand raking through his hair as he shut his eyes tight, before sliding his palm over his face until it rested on the desk in front of him.
“Levi, I-I’m sorry I didn’t come to you about this sooner, I thought I might have been, but I didn’t want to alarm you and..well, I-I didn’t know how you might..react..”
Trembling, you took a step back, leaning against the wall as if the physical support it offered might help you quell the doubts swelling in your chest.
Levi’s weight shifted as he leaned against the desk, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge and hung his head. You could see the curvature of every rippling muscle that carved his back into the work of art that it was. Normally, the sight would inspire different feelings in you, but right now all it offered was fear.
He would never lay a hand on you; you knew that for a fact. However, no amount of physical pain could even come close to what you would suffer if he ever left you. You would gladly endure any torture over having to lose Levi.
Your heart sank in your chest as you waited for what seemed like ages, desperately listening for his response. It was hard to tell what Levi was thinking almost all of the time, even as well as you had been blessed enough to come to know him, but standing here, shaking as you watched his shoulders clench and unclench as he shook his head, unable to even glance at whatever expression he was making, made it impossible to speculate what was going through his mind.
Finally, his shoulders seemed to relax a degree and his voice was low and measured when he spoke.
“But you’re not. Correct? You’re absolutely certain?”
Venturing away from the wall, you cautiously took a few steps towards him. Craning your neck, you were able to see that his eyes were shut tight and he seemed to be intently focused on his breathing.
You nodded in vain, bobbing your head nervously as you stepped closer to him still, reaching a hand out to lay atop his left hand, which still had the edge of the desk in a vice grip.
“Yes, I’m certain.”
His shoulders sank further as he let out a long sigh and opened his eyes, keeping them fixed on the desk before him.
“Well thank God for that at least.”
A pang in your gut made you take a small step back, retracting your hand from atop his. His eyes followed your fingers as they broke contact and he fixed his eyes upon you, squinting in confusion as you shrank away from him.
It’s something that you had never considered before: kids, that is. You were a solider. You were both soldiers. The life you currently lead wasn’t conducive to starting a family.
But isn’t that part of what you were fighting for? For freedom? For a world where humans didn’t have to live in fear? One where you could live in peace and maybe bring children into the world without wondering what might become of their future?
It may be a far-fetched dream, but it was a nice ine to consider. Having spent some time contemplating what being a mother might entail, the idea has started to grow on you. It was just something you’d never even considered, but now that it had seemed within reach, maybe it was something you wanted?
But Levi’s reaction seemed to indicate anything but willingness to be a parent. The way he had said those words made it seem like the two of you literally creating a life together would be the worst thing that could happen to you both. Or to him, at least.
“What’re you doing?”
Levi’s words shook you from the runaway train of thought you’d become stuck on. His hand left the desk and reached toward you, but all you could do was stare at his palm as you backed against the wall, folding your hands behind your back and leaning against them.
Suddenly, the floor seemed to be the only thing that you could bear to look at as you inspected the pattern of wood beneath your feet. You tried to sound strong, but the crack in your voice betrayed you when you finally found the courage to speak.
“Would it really have been the worst thing if I had been?”
Another exasperated sigh fell from his lips, his head hanging as he rubbed his palm to his forehead.
“Yes. It would have been.”
The sharpness of his tone added to the cutting nature of his words, which sliced into your gut once again with that heavy pangs for sensation. It felt as if a void had been opened up within you and your heart was sinking into it, with no hopes of escape.
Tears immediately threatened to spring from your eyes and you had to swallow to choke back a sob as you nodded in a reluctant acknowledgement to his confession.
“I have to go.”
You turned to leave, bringing one hand to wipe the tears already rolling down your cheek, while the other clasped around the doorknob.
Levi’s fingers caught your wrist before you could twist the knob and pulled your hand toward him, turning you back to face him as he stepped closer, essentially pinning you between him and the door.
“What? No, talk to me, dammit. You can’t seriously think that us having a child would be a good idea. I know that you’re not that reckless or idiotic.”
Wiping away your tears proved to be a fruitless effort as his words only bid more to flow freely from your eyes. You did your best to repesss the heavy sob that escaped your chest, nearly choking on it as you looked away from him.
You had cried in front of Levi before, but not like this. Certainly never because of him. It was embarrassing. It was painful. It was a cruel torture that you wanted to end, but he seemed resolved to has this out now.
“No! That’s not what I’m saying! Obviously, I’m not that fucking stupid. I get that we can just run off and start a family and live happily ever fucking after, but I come to you with this information and the first fucking thing that you think of is to get angry with ME?”
Once the words started to tumble from your lips, the embrassment and the shame you had just been so smothered in turned to anger. To indignation. To rage. That’s all there was now. You could feel it bubble in your chest, burning within you and fueling your tirade as you found the nerve to lock eyes with Levi.
“I didn’t come to you immediately and maybe that’s my fucking bad, but you—YOU. Do. Not. Know. What I have been going through ALONE. I didn’t tell you when I first suspected, because a part of me was afraid that you would react this way. So I have been sitting with this nagging terror that I had just fucked up in the worst way imaginable and I couldn’t say shit to anyone about it. Not even to you. And every passing day I got a little more fucking terrified that it was real. Terrified and also excited? In a really fucked up way, because I want what I know that I can’t have and what you clearly never fucking want.”
Levi opened his mouth, his eyes narrowing as he readied a response, but you were too far gone now to give him the opportunity.
“No. Shut the fuck up. You have said enough for now. You can’t wait a fucking second to hear what I have to say. I had to wait 3 damn weeks, going back and forth about how awful and how wonderful things could be, before I finally got my period and then I had to let that dream fucking die. Against my best judgement, against everything that I have ever known about myself and about this fucked up life we lead, I allowed myself a few weeks to dream about a normal, domestic life with you and I realized that there was nothing that I wanted more and even if deep down I knew that it could never happen, that didn’t fucking change how badly I wanted it to be possible. How attached I was growing to this idea of you and I being able to have our own family. To have our own lives not having to worry about the burden of carrying the fate of of humankind on our backs. And before you can even hear me out, or think to ask me how in the fuck I FEEL, you’re mad at ME?”
A spiteful laugh echoed between you two, Levi noticeably winced as you shook your head and rolled your eyes before meeting his gaze once more.
“Fuck you, Levi Ackerman. You might be humanity’s strongest solider, but you’re sure as shit not what I’d call boyfriend of the year.”
His eyebrows furrowed and his tone dropped to a nearly venomous whisper. It sounded like he was struggling to contain his emotions, and failing, as his face contorted into an obviously conflicted expression.
“So what in the hell makes you think I’d ever be father of the year, huh? Did you consider that in your little fantasy? Did you account for the fact that if you were pregnant, you’d have been putting yourself and that kid at risk if you went on the mission today? And when in the hell were you going to fill me in? Were you just gonna wait to fucking let me in on this little secret until you were too far along to change your mind?”
Silence.
That’s all that was left between you. You just stared at him, jaw agape as he looked down and furiously ran his hands through his hair, tugging at his raven locks as he spun around before slamming a closed fist against the wall.
“That’s not—I don’t mean that I—“
The sound of the door slamming behind you caused him to turned around and that’s when he saw that you were gone. He rushed after you, desperate to pull you into his arms and apologize and explain himself, but you had already turned the corner and Erwin was expeditiously headed his way.
“Levi, I need to speak with you about today’s expedition.”
A heavy sigh left his lungs as he propped the door open for Erwin to enter. His eyes lingered down the hall, hoping you would reappear, but to no avail.
//end flashback//
You and Levi had never fought before. Not over anything serious. Not over anything like that, certainly. He had never wanted to hurt you, but he broke your fucking heart and he knew it.
He knew that that was the last real interaction you had with him and it killed him inside. Not only had he managed to hurt the one person that he loved more than anything, more than life itself, but that was likely the last thing that he would ever get to say to you.
Because you were gone. Nowhere to be found. He’d flown into a rage when he initially realized that he couldn’t see you anymore. He never lost track of you in battle; he was always keeping an eye on you, even though you could handle yourself. He just wanted to make sure that nothing ever happened to you and now he’d failed at that too.
Now every last titan was dead. The city was quiet, save for the sound of his ODM gear and the thumping of his heart.
His chest physically ached and tightened as he continued to fly through the city streets, scanning for any sign that you might be nearby, and mercifully in one piece.
With each second, he could feel his hope shrinking and the terror in his soul feeding on the fear he felt with every passing moment that you weren’t within his sights.
He didn’t know how long he had searched or how many times he had inspected the same corpses, praying each one wasn’t yours, but eventually, he had to tell himself to go home. You weren’t here.
Titans had begun to reappear and he didn’t have the gas to engage in any more confrontations, so he forced himself to find his horse and turn back.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t make you happy. He couldn’t not hurt you. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t even find you. He could never really say goodbye.
All he could do was replay that awful scene in his mind, over and over and over again.
How selfish he had been. How much pain was evident in your face when he spat those awful words at you.
He didn’t mean them, he was just scared and confused and now because of his own insecurity and thoughtlessness, you had suffered even more than you had ever needed to and he would never get the chance to try and make it up to you, if something that would have even been possible.
The ride back to base was a dizzying blur. Levi didn’t know what to feel by the time he got back. He didn’t think he could feel at all, actually. It felt like a void had opened up in his chest that was now sucking the air from his lungs and the light from his very soul. He felt broken beyond repair.
“Levi!”
He barely registered the sound of his own name being called and he certainly didn’t feel like interacting with anyone, so he kept walking.
“Levi, she’s here!”
What? Had I heard correctly? Did they mean??
He didn’t waste another second when he thought there was a possibility that he could see you again. His head snapped up to look at Hange, who was waving him toward her with a reassuring smile on her face.
Levi had never run so fast in his life. Within moments, he was at your side in the infirmary. His heart broke all over again at the sight of you laid in the bed, bloodied bandages covering most of your limbs and dark bruises peeking out from the places the bandages didn’t cover.
Tears were already falling from his eyes as he gingerly took your hand in his, pressing desperate, soft kisses along your palm.
“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry. Oh my God, I thought I had lost you. I can’t believe you’re here. I’m so fucking sorry. I love you so much, baby, I love you so damn much.”
You cupped his face in your hand, smiling at him as tears fell from your own eyes.
“Levi, I—“
He carefully leaned over your bed, taking in the state of your body as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand as delicately as he could.
“Don’t say that you love me.”
He interrupted your impending words as if he could actually read your mind. His fingers pushed into your hair, running through your tresses soothingly as he looked down at you with an sad, apologetic grin. Remorse was evident in his tone when he spoke again.
“I don’t deserve your love right now. I don’t think that I ever have, but I know that I don’t deserve it after how I treated you this morning. I’m so, so sorry, Y/n.”
His other hand delicately wiped the tears that were trailing down your cheeks, brushing his thumb across either side of your face carefully. You put your hand over his and pulled his hand to your lips, pressing gentle kisses along his palm as he had done to your own just moments ago.
“Levi, I do love you. I love you more than anything, even now. I’m so sorry that I didn’t come to you sooner abo—“
“Sshsshssh, baby, no. Don’t apologize to me for that. I was such a jackass this morning. I am so sorry that I didn’t even consider what you must have been going through. I-I-..when you—fuck.”
Levi’s eyes closed and he let out a long breath as he tried to compose himself. He wasn’t one to ever get flustered, so seeing him like this was a bit unusual.
“I didn’t know how to react and I picked the worst option possible. I didn’t mean the awful things that I said, Y/n. I didn’t mean a single one.”
His eyes were focused on you again, both of his hands taking yours as he sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling remorsefully down at you.
“I love you so much that it actually scares me. I try not to let myself think about it too much, because the thought of anything ever happening to you kills me. I searched for you for I don’t even know how long, because I just couldn’t accept that I might have lost you and thinking about the last thing that I said to you I couldn’t—“
Silence filled the room for a moment as Levi visibly struggled to choke back a sob and when he spoke again, his voiced cracked; the guilt he was clearly struggling with was evident in his tone as his voice dropped to a whisper.
“I couldn’t live with myself knowing that that was the last thing that you would have ever heard from me. I need you to know that that’s not how I feel. I would give anything to be able to have that life with you. I want nothing more than to be able to give you as many children as you’ll let me. I want a house full of brats running around, driving me insane.”
You smiled and stifled a soft giggle as more tears sprang from your eyes, happy ones this time. Levi chuckled along with you as he continued.
“I want you and I want to give you the world. But I want to give you a world that’s worthy of you. That’s what I wanted to say earlier, but I didn’t know how to put it into words; I still don’t, really. I was scared and I had a knee-jerk reaction and I will apologize to you until I can give you the life that you want; the life that you deserve.”
You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch as he brought a hand up to your cheeks again to wipe away the tears that were seemingly ever-flowing.
“Levi, I love you so much. I want that life with you, but I’m happy with just you.”
Your hand clasped over his as you spoke, before gently removing it from your cheek before you carefully began to sit upright in the bed, wincing only a little as you successfully did so, bringing your face just inches from his.
“I’m happy with whatever life I can have with you. I know this world isn’t fair; it’s downright cruel most of the time, but it’s still a world that I love, because you’re in it.”
His soft gaze fell to your lips as he leaned forward, capturing them in a passionate kiss as his hand cautiously held your waist. When you parted, he rested his forehead against yours and took your hand in his once more.
“I don’t deserve you. I love you so much, Y/n.”
You smiled softly as you soothed your thumb over the back of his hand.
“You deserve the world, Levi. And I love you too, so I’ll make sure you have it.”
Flood my inbox, pleaseee
Send whatever you got my way. Whether it be angsty, smutty, or fluffy. Super specific scenarios are cool too. As long as whatever it is can be feasibly written in drabble format, which for me, is 500-1k words.
Idk why I’m having such a hard time writing for Levi atm, but I’m hoping that busting out a few quick drabbles will break my writing block spell for him.
We’ll meet again
Levi x Reader // gn!reader
•you and Levi spend a night together before a dangerous mission outside the walls.
Word count: 700
Warnings: no one dies, but it is foreshadowed if ykwim, angst/fluff, cute moments spent together before disaster basically.
a/n: guys I try so hard to write happy things for you, but I’m just not built for it.
“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.”
Wherever You Go
Chapter One
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.”
His ghost haunts me
Levi Ackerman x Reader // gn!reader
“ his ghost haunts me, but he is not dead. Levi Ackerman is the furthest thing from dead ”
A short imagine, will be turned into a oneshot, but for now I like it too much to not post a snippet
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In your dreams, he is there- every time you close your eyes, he is there. Levi is neither dead nor a ghost, but he haunts you all the same. Whispered confessions filter through your ears; “I love you,” but love isn’t enough for the Ackerman to stay, he considers it a weakness and humanity’s strongest is not allowed to have a weakness.
So he leaves, the broken expression on his face apology enough, but you don’t want expressions, you want words- words that match his expression.
Humanity’s strongest is nothing but a coward, you’ve decided. Cowards run away, they don’t stick around to find out; cowards let society’s expectations suffocate them in its grip. Though, you admit, it is comforting: knowing what is expected of you. Levi knows what he is capable of, what he is supposed to be, one can not blame him for following through no matter how bad you want to.
‘Levi is not dead,’ you think. ‘But he haunts me.’
What he could have been- should have been, haunts you. Late night talks, hot chamomile tea in hand, ‘he could have been so much more than humanities greatest,’ but he never will. You can still feel his smile, the way his lips curved before placing a chaste kiss against your neck. Levi wanted more, at least that night under the cold sheets, he wanted more.
It takes a mere second for change to occur, perhaps those 20 seconds of silence after his confessions, when your hand raked through his hair and after you both burst into giggles, he decided he did not want that.
You no longer share a room, but you cannot help but wonder if he’s washed away your scent; if he has thrown away the half burned sandalwood candle you’d fought tooth and nail to keep and if your half of the bed would still mold to your body.
He is unforgettable and maybe it’s the memories shared that makes it seem that way, but Levi lingers. In the halls, in your bed, on your skin, on the very tips of your fingers; he lingers.
“It’s been how long?” Jean asks, sighing as he takes a seat beside you. “What will it take for you to get over him?”
‘Time’ you think, turning your attention towards him, “It will take time, Jean.” you’ve told him the same thing a million times before. “How long will it take you to get over Mikas-”
A hand is clamped over your mouth, he is giving you a death stare- one that says ‘shut the fuck up,’ so you shut the fuck up, but not without licking his hand.
He frowns, pulling his hand away rather slowly as he watches you. “That was disgusting,” Jean grumbles, wiping the hand on his shirt. “I can’t believe you just licked me- you don’t even know what I’ve done with this hand.”
Now you frown, he is right hand dominant and you think you’re going to be sick. “Yep, my day is even more ruined.”
“Woah, captain’s lookin’ at you,” Jean teases, nudging your shoulder. “Oh, he’s walking over her-”
Levi clears his throat, you wince. Moments pass, a word has yet to be spoken. One can hope he will walk away, again.
“Cadet (L/N),” he starts, eyes boring down at you. Levi is irritated, you can feel it. “My office after training, don’t be late."
You want to ask why, ‘why would you want me back there’, but instead you nod, "Yes captain” falling from your chapped lips.
The potato soup on your plate has gone cold, so you find Sasha and give it to her, you don’t have an appetite anyway- Levi took it with him, who knows if he’ll give it back.
We’ll meet again
Levi x reader // fem!reader x Levi (can be gn!reader if you ignore the mention of pregnancy <3)
I made a second part and am planning for a third (final) part. It was not supposed to be a series, but with some encouraging comments and ideas, here we are.
Synopsis: In a futile attempt to save your life, Levi tries to bargain with fate; he is ignored.
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If anything takes you, let it be old age. Levi’s hands ball in a fist, let it be old age, let it be old age.
His pleas go unnoticed, unbeknownst to him. There is no bargaining with fate, but he tries.
Rain continues pouring down; the pelt of drops hitting the window doing little to soothe his nerves. Usually, rainy weather mixed with you would have him sleeping like a baby, but tonight is different.
He knows why, he can feel it in every inch of his soul.
Let old age take you.
It’s useless, wasting his energy on futile attempts to sway the universe’s demands. He stands no chance against fate, he can feel you slipping through his fingers.
Agony spreads through him like a wildfire, he opens the door to your shared room and you’re asleep, of course. Brown hair splayed across the gray, cotton pillowcase, his white shirt riding up your thigh.
For a moment he pauses, reaching out to wake you, but then he thinks ‘I don’t want our last night to be like this’ and takes the empty spot beside you; it’s cold and bare, you’ve stolen all the blankets from him.
Levi doesn’t mind, turning to face you as he wraps an arm around you, the heat of your body seeping through the thick wool to warm him.
You haven’t had nearly enough time to age, not a single prominent wrinkle on your face. There’s small, thin wrinkles in the crease of your eyes from all the times you’ve smiled, a wrinkle here and there on your forehead you’d have to squint to see.
He can’t help but wonder: what will you look like old, having lived a fulfilling life with Levi by your side- but then it hits him all at once, you will never be old.
Levi will not touch the wrinkles on your face and outline them as you sleep, he will not hold your frail hand with his own; he will never place gentle kisses along the stretch marks you gain from carrying his baby, instead he’ll leave flowers at your grave- white roses, your favorite.
You shift beside him, eyes fluttering open to meet his gray ones, “you feel it too, don’t you?” It’s a whisper, as to not startle him.
He startles anyway, jumping slightly, before running his fingers through your damp hair; you’ve never been good at drying it after showers.
“You’re going to get sick one of these days, brat,” he hopes you do, that you live long enough to get a stupid cold from stupid wet hair and he can take care of you. “Next time, let me dry it.”
He’s manifesting a future with you, more days where he can hold you in his arms away from prying eyes.
The wind howls outside, cold air pushing through the cracks, “I know, but you’ll take care of me right, Levi?” you look at him so sweetly, he is afraid he might melt. “You didn’t answer my question, though.”
How can he answer and say yes, when he is nowhere near prepared to let you die? The world will face his wrath, but he cannot let the world have you, not yet; It never would if he was the creator.
After a pause, he nods. “I do, the feeling has sunk its teeth into my soul, my flesh and being,” another pause, words catch in his throat and he almost doesn’t say it. “I love you.”
With his entire self, he loves you. There is not an inch of his soul- of his mind and body, that doesn’t. If given the opportunity, Levi will propel himself into the jaws of a titans for you.
Your touch is etched in his skin. Levi could tell you by breath alone, he’s too intertwined with your soul.
'Whatever your soul is made of,’ he thinks, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. 'Mine is too.’
“Don’t do stupid things, your eyes have that look,” you began, giggling at scrunch of his nose. “-that you get when you’re thinking stupid things, like the time you thought you could beat me in a tea making competition?”
Levi was so sure he’d win, tea was his thing, you didn’t even know the difference between dandelion and chamomile for fucks sake- 'they’re both yellow!’ his ass.
Somehow, against all odds, your tea was perfect. The best tea he has ever had and he was pissed about it, grumpy as hell and refusing to tell a soul you won.
With a grumble, he propped himself up. “Tch, brat. You can be a real ass, you know that? Tell me the difference between chamomile and dandelion tea.”
Flicking his ear, you smiled; probably for the last time and gave him a kiss, “All I know, is that they are both-”
He cuts you off, groaning. “Don’t say it.”
Silence.
“…Yellow.”
He can hear every bone in your body snap, the sheer force of the titans bite having split your body in half; he couldn’t watch, blood- your blood was painting the earth, raining down on him and everyone else.
Five more seconds and you would’ve lived, Levi was too slow and now your blood stains his skin, a reminder of what he lost.
Let old age take them, clearly fate had other plans, allowing a titan to snap your wailing body in half.
You knew, before even stepping foot outside the walls, you knew.
While you were saddling up your horse, you knew, pulling Levi into a hug when the others left.
A quiet “I love you too,” was mumbled into his neck, loud enough for him alone to hear.
Levi remembers you smelled of lavender, your lips tasted of honey and chamomile. It was sweet, you were sweet. The sun had risen, you were busy humming a tune you made.
Life was good at ruining things, he learned at a young age. To think you were an exception was foolish, both you and Levi paid the price of his hopefulness.
You just didn’t think it would be so…painful. The bite itself didn’t hurt, you couldn’t feel a thing. It was the look Levi gave you, stone eyes meeting your dull, glossy ones.
It was a quick death, at the very least the universe gave you that.
Levi’s hand stays entwined with your mangled corpse’s all the way home and one thing is certain: He will never forgive himself, for as long as he lives without you by his side, he will not forgive himself.
And neither will you, for leaving him.
Protect Them
Soo I know I’m way overdue with the 3rd part of my Armageddon AU but I’ve actually been replaying the lessons so I get a proper feel for what I’m writing, so to make up for it and to get this idea out of my head I’ve been thinking about it for days here is a related fic between the oldest brothers
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Levi can count on one hand how many times he’s seen Lucifer coming home injured. The Avatar of Pride could easily crush irrelevant demons with his glare and he proved worthy of Diavalo’s right-hand man for a reason… But the first time that Levi remembers was on a travel mission with Lord Diavalo within a year after their fall from grace. It was a distant memory, seeing Lucifer stumble up the stairs blooded up and adamantly refusing care from any of them, even Mammon who was following behind his every footstep. He had gotten used to such behavior and just settled for turning up his headphones on his way to the safe haven that was his room, stopping when he noticed the eldest’s door cracked open. He watched Mammon gingerly wrap the bandage around his shoulder, blinking back tears in his eyes and shaking his head vehemently as Lucifer spoke. The music was loud and distracting he just settled for reading their lips-
“Mammon I need you to do this for me..”
“I won’t! There’s no need, ya just paranoid-!”
Watching the tears well up made Levi shift, uncomfortable and jealous, wondering what bond allowed them to be so vulnerable so open. Hadn’t they all fought their father together? Rallied behind him so readily behind Lucifer, their Morningstar that only shined a light that only Mammon was allowed to see. He lingered before continuing to walk down the hall, to dwell in his own sunken loneliness but hearing Mammon speak one more time before the door had shut.
“..I’ll do it, alright? Just stop ya crying, Luci..”
He had felt the deja vu of that very moment playing out in front of him, though this time he was hiding from Mammon in his secret spot in the living room. They had planned to go to the movies in an hour and Levi knew that Mammon would try to find him to convince him to pay for the tickets yet again so he decided to wait out the time so that scumbag would have to bring his wallet. It was a surprise to see the door open, everyone else is out and Lucifer’s return to be scheduled for a few more days, but instead, the eldest had come early with visible wounds and beatings. Levi felt frozen, debating on whether he should slip out to help or stay putt but once again Mammon comes down the stairs like it’s his calling. “Lucifer? Let me help you!” Denial was the first given reaction, the eldest’s heart too hard and stubborn to ask for help before collapsing into Mammon’s arms.
Levi followed with anxiety brewing in his chest, now wanting to just hide away in his room since plans were clearly on hold and he could do nothing to help the pair. Not like they would want his help, a shitty pathetic otaku wasn’t much good at bandaging wounds, not like he was able to get much practice like Mammon did. Jealousy seethed, it made his heart race as he hid to the side of the door at the mention of his name.
“We have to tell him, Mams.”
“We don’t have to tell him shit! It’s fine like this…Levi doesn’t have to be involved.”
It was confusing to be thrown out of the loop, but it hurt to hear Mammon so effortlessly fight to not include him. Maybe the second-born felt that Levi wasn’t worth it? Too weak and unable to do..whatever it is they are arguing about, even so, it was odd-looking into Lucifer’s room. Mammon unafraid of the eldest’s temper and even being so bold as to glare at him while cleaning his cuts, Lucifer had an expression of utter fondness that was intertwined with an unlabeled fear, one that only he seemed to see.
“Mammon, you know it takes a lot out of me to..admit this. I’m almost jealous that you’re able to view me so…”
Shit shit shit, he had been so entrapped in their conversation and his own envy he hadn’t realized that it was emitting throughout the hall. He stiffens when Lucifer calls his name, slipping out from where he was hiding and now embarrassed. “Levi..come here please.” He notes that Mammon refuses to look at him, biting his bottom lip hard as he sits next to his brother, so not used to this soft tone from him. He really must have stepped into a completely different world, one where Lucifer is willing to fight tooth and nail with his own pride in order to tell them the truth. And what a horrid truth it must be.
“Lucifer what’s going on? Why is Mammon…” He trails off, feeling Lucifer’s hand skim through his hair, and despite his own embarrassment leaned into the comforting touch and suddenly the bottle of Demonus was looking very tempting. “Levi…I would like to involve you in something very important, in order to protect the others.” Lucifer’s words were slow, each one taking some kind of will to overcome his pride, his wings twitching in what Levi could easily place as anxiety and one he knew way too well. “I’m not allowed to say anything about the threat outside of the Devildom but it puts us at risk and I…There may be a chance I won’t come back.”
His stomach drops, he doesn’t realize that he’s shaking until he feels Mammon’s arms wrapping around his shoulder, shaking his head in pure denial. Not Lucifer, the most powerful one of them all, their eldest brother not coming back. Such thoughts were unfathomable to even believe, much less considered as a probability to the point that they had to talk about it. Acknowledge it and take action, Lucifer keeps talking and Mammon presses Levi closer to his chest, “I talked this with Mammon since the beginning but now we believe it’s time to tell you in case something were ever to happen to the both of us and you would decide when to tell Satan…”
The prospect of such responsibility makes Levi feel like a fish out of water as he gulps for air yet in that same breath go on a rampage of self-deprecation and drowning doubt. How he’s not ready, he’s a good-for-nothing shitty pathetic otaku, he can’t protect his brothers, he’s weak, he’s nothing, if Lucifer and Mammon are gonethen there would be no fucking hope for them. The two oldest look at each other, small bits of regret building up from the pressure and burden they had put on him, Mammon gently rubbing his back and Lucifer cupping his face. “Leviathan please breathe.”
His body does it automatically before he can think about it, the air in his lungs felt like boiling water as the panic slowly dissipates in his chest. All that was left was his own soft mutterings, so sure that Lucifer was probably disappointed that he has to trust in Levi of all people to protect them, he leans against Mammon who nudges him affectionately before resting his head on his shoulder. “I…I haven’t really done anything good since…I was General…how can you be so sure in me?” He asks but squirms unready for whatever the answer might be, though he’s unable to mistake Lucifer’s radiating pride that he feels.
“Who’s the one who came up with the plan on where to steal the weapons in the Celestial Realm?”
“M-Me but I-”
“And who helped convince the others to lay low while we defended the base?”
“I did but Luci-”
“Who’s the one who took an arrow for Mammon while he was trying to protect me?”
“Lucifer-!”
He gets cut off with a flick on his forehead, his lips set in a pout but meeting the Morningstar’s expression that made butterflies bloom in his stomach from overwhelming pride had him turn away and looking down at the floor. “Levi, get out of your head for one second and look at how smart and tactical you are. When it matters…when there is no time to panic. You’re the third strongest family for a fucking reason, you should start believing it.” The unusual confidence makes him flush but it’s really Lucifer’s words that bring the tears, no longer from fear but slowly coming to the realization that Lucifer and Mammon too had faith in him…they always did.
“Do ya still wanna join the pact? If ya wanna think about it, ya still can Levi.” He blinks at the fact that Mammon had really been silent this whole time and just hugging him, the second born now getting up to tighten the remaining bandages. “Did you think about it, Mammon?” Levi knew the answer in his gut, only the blind would question the unwavering devotion that Mammon and Lucifer had for each other, only further cemented as the Avatar of greed simply shakes his head. He feels a small smile form on his face, “Then I don’t need to think about it…I want to do this.”
By the next few hours, any of the remaining tension and somber feelings had slipped away, replaced by a calm atmosphere that usually would not last long in the House of Lamentation. The melody of the cursed record floated and hung in the air as Levi rested on the floor in his demon form, the pact officially made and learning about the secret doorway by Lucifer’s bookcase, definitely locking that information into memory. He sees Mammon grinning above him, curiosity embedded in his features, “So where’d ya decide to put the pact mark?” Levi lifts his sweater, the symbol of the three still glow fresh on the side by his ribs, and Mammon hissing with empathy.
He wanted it to hurt weirdly enough, to serve as a forever reminder that this pain was temporary but the pain of losing his brothers would surely last till the end of time. Mammon shows the mark on his hand, Lucifer clicks his tongue in disapproval as someone might ask about the pact but the second brother waves his concern away. He enjoys looking at the pact, the constant reassurance that they would be okay when the word goes to absolute shit, and Lucifer couldn’t find any argument against that. They both look at the eldest who crosses his arms with a sharp, “No-” before puppy eyes come into play and Lucifer’s pride can not save him from that.
What they both don’t expect is for Lucifer to turn around and spread his wings out as if to show off, but then they see it. The markings trailing up his spine and next to the scars of where his two wings used to be, Levi is the first to reach up and touch it, internally blaming the remnants of Lucifer’s pride that is making him so bold. He sees his hand tremble but luckily he is able to hold his voice steady, “Just because we made this pact..doesn’t mean you both get to just fuck up. Y-You both should always come home.” Lucifer nods, Mammon kisses his cheek and Levi struggles to hide his tears.
When Levithan leaves the room while closing the door behind him, reality, as he knew it just a few hours ago, wasn’t all that different and he can hear Asmo drunkenly cheering as Satan carries him through the door. “Hey, Levi! Don’t hide in your room- you better come join us.” He doesn’t give his thoughts a chance, heading down the stairs with a small smile. The world hadn’t changed, but Levi would be forever.
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AHHH THIS HAS BEEN SITTING THE DRAFTS FOREVER I’M SO GLAD I FINISHED IT. Please please let me know if I should make an explanation post of how the pacts would work (it will most likely be headcanons cause I don’t know how they work in canon )
either way, I really hope you enjoyed the fic as I did writing it! I’m still working on the next part for the Armageddon AU so bear with me
Rapture
A part two to my Armageddon AU. Warnings for depictions of blood, gore, and self-depreciation.
Levi’s hand stayed pressed against the metal door, if he leaned in enough he can hear the footsteps of his younger brothers running to what he hoped was assured safety. His legs felt like jello and that he could barely hold himself up, anxiety pumping through his veins as he rushed downstairs. There was no courageous bone in his body, he was just a shitty pathetic otaku and all too eager to hide away in his room and wait for an attack to be over, for this fucking nightmare to be over. He watches Mammon continuing to fed of the doorway, trading punches and blasts to those who tried to come in. God, he was all too aware of his tail and horns, the clothes of his demon form feeling all too tight. “Levi! A little help here?!”
Mammon’s shout brings him back to the despair of reality, getting a running start as he pulled the angel off of him and began to tug at its wings before completely ripping it off with his tail. The angel cries fall silent and the two brothers meet each other’s eyes as the blood begins to reach their feet. “..They’re just newborns, why the hell would the Celestial Realm send newborns to try and attack us?” Mammon spoke, effortlessly gutting one that attempt to fly overhead and turning away quickly, his own claws digging into the palm of his hand and it’s hard to tell which of the dripping blood is his own or an angel. Levi doesn’t want to think about it, it’s clear when he closes his eyes and ripping apart wings like paper. He can’t bear to imagine each one that he kills being around Luke’s age…he just can’t. “This is just for a distraction, we gotta give them time to get to Dia’s castle,” Mammon speaks in plan in their shared language while twisting the angel’s wrist, and Levi is unable to hide his grimace from the loud crack that followed.
He keeps sinking, deeper into his own thoughts and trying to ignore the way his heart clenches at the painfilled screams and his eyes constantly shifting so he can kill on sight. There was a brief pause but sadly no relief from the attacks as he screamed, “Mammon look out!” The window of the living room shatters as an angel now armed with a sword tackles the eldest brother, Levi turns to help but finds himself surrounded with similar swords that he knows he can’t let them touch him. He breathes in deeply, despite his own self-doubt, he knows that there is a reason why he is part of the most powerful in Devildom though he is at a territorial disadvantage. He snarls baring his teeth now soaked with blood and fire pooling into his gut as some of them back off in fear.
His tail acts first, grabbing an angel behind him by the throat and viciously digging his claws into their eye sockets and watching in crazed delight as the blood oozed out. He looked at their fortified expressions and found himself completely void of pity, where was that hesitation when they so eagerly attacked? Where was that fear that could have driven them away from this house? Their home…his brothers..all split apart because of this attack made anger bubble in his throat. It was feral and ugly, Levi leaving gaping holes in the bodies of already dead angels and the growing thirst for more carnage-
“Are ya done yet? Talk about overkill, Levi.”
He blinked as if awakened from a long nap, removing his knee from the angel’s back as he stood. They were both panting and clearly becoming exhausted, but he couldn’t look away from Mammon’s cocky grin and wiping off the remaining feathers. Too many questions flooded into his head, how long will they be able to defend their home? What more they could handle before eventually passing out? Were the younger brothers safe and sound? And why did Mammon look so cool at this very moment? He had watched Mammon so effortlessly fight angels that even he was struggling with, looking so strong and willing to defend their home while Levi’s first thought was to run away. He wasn’t brave like Mammon, he wasn’t strong, even weaker angels put up a fight. He was so weak it was disgusting, he was disgusting and stupid to think that he would be worth anything in comparison to fighting with Mammon.
Bitter admiration and malicious jealousy dances in his chest, he pants and stumbles into the wall as his vision blurs. Now only showing the pure white of his eyes and the last thing he hears is Mammon distantly calling out his name…and Envy taking over. There is an orange glow emanating and pulsing as Levi’s form shifts and changes, he grows larger as the scales covering his entire body are now sharp like razors. He’s more snake-like, hissing and gurgling deep within his throat, and makes his way to the streets of Devildom, quick to attack any demon or angel that gets in his way.
Mammon curses as he runs after his brother and racking his brain for any way to bring him back but the sight in front of him made him stop. Watching a multitude of angels continue to stab their blades into Levi’s tail and this untamable rage begins to take hold of Mammon. The mocking laughter of those surrounding him, filling his ears and drowning out any conscious thought out the window. “We’ll kill you and all your brothers too! Devildom is ours for the taking.” This sort of desire to make them shut the fuck up leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, black feathers completely decorating his arms as he stumbles back, trying his best to calm down. To think clearly, Lucifer would want him to keep his head on his shoulders, he would be so disappointed if Mammon couldn’t keep it together from some small taunts. But such needs…were growing to be too much, the desire to protect the ones he loved became something he could no longer suppress as he let himself transform and sink deeper into this kind of greed.
The greed that the only annihilation can fulfill.
Violence.
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Ahhhhh I am so happy that so many people fell in love with this au! Thank you for all the likes and excitement, it really means alot ❤ and once again a thank you to the fabulous @asterronomical for not only helping me review ideas for this part two but also giving visuals into the brothers (Levi and Mammon) current forms!
I’d also love to hear some theories on why the Celestial Realm is attacking
Revelation
Armageddon AU where it starts out with Lucifer leaving the House of Lamentation to go assist Diavalo, he texts the bros on his D.D.D saying that he’s going to stay in the castle for the night and the bros go ecstatic. Satan wants to bring a bunch of cats, Asmo wants to throw a party, Levi is gonna stay up way later than his version of normal. Mammon decides to be the responsible one and tells them that he’s in charge and that none of that is going to happen while Luci is gone. The brothers don’t believe him, it’s scummy Mammon talking, who’s listening to him? Soon though, the lights go off and flicker on and off and on. Asmo starts complaining how the wifi won’t let him post anything on devilgram and Levi stupidly laughs talking about his backup wifi box in his room. Mammon pulls that same exact box, “This? It ain’t worth shit, let me sell it.” Levi goes to grab it as Mammon taunts him, pretending that he’s gonna throw it out the door.
Then a bright light appears, practically blinding them but only Mammon who is partially out the door can see it clearly before he slams it shut. Now the brothers are curious, hurling questions and Satan being the first one to reach for the door handle. Mammon transforms into his demon form and growls, something animalistic and feral.. Satan is even too shocked to be angry, the second oldest would never threaten any of them, especially in his form. “What’s going on? Why is Mammon acting like this?” While they whisper out loud, Levi is the first one to see Mammon’s shaking hands and his panicked breathing as his eyes shifted over each brother one by one as if mentally counting them. As if he could blink and one of them would disappear.. Levi is the first to approach Mammon and stops that the batted growl in his throat. “Mammon what’s wrong?” He speaks, but not in the language that the others can understand, but from their time in the Celestial Realm so long ago when they only had each other. He tries not to pay attention to the confusion on their faces, seeing that Mammon was searching for a way to reply and he found himself a fool for thinking that Mammon remembered until-
“Angels. Angels are attacking the Devildom.”
And Levi doesn’t want to believe it, his heart races and he begins to shake too, not even realizing that he had transformed into his demon form as well. The younger brothers are now even more worried, but all they can do is look at each other as the oldest in the room talking amongst themselves. “Leviathan, you know I’m not lying to you-” “Of course I know that! Mammon what do we do…how do we tell them? Oh…Lucifer.” His hands cover his mouth, blinking back tears of relief as Mammon shakes his head, “He ain’t…he’s strong. I still feel em’..the pact ain’t acting up.” The second-born pressing his back even closer to the door, growing explosions and now screams being heard from the outside. Satan has had enough, now seething with anger as he launches at Mammon only to be held back by Beel. “What the fuck are you hiding? What aren’t you tell us, Mammon?!” The burning in his gut was only fueled by the look he had gotten, just oozing with pity. From what? What the hell was happening out there?
The sudden slams at the door made them perk up, both eldest was muttering curses as Mammon held the door up and Levi began leading them away from the living room. “Get them out of here!” He growled, the heavenly aura too prominent to ignore. All of them are now in their demon forms ready to fight but being pushed away easily by Levi’s tail. “Where are we going? We need to help Mammon!” Asmo cried out, though gasping at the opening door by the bookcase in Lucifer’s room. “This will take you straight by Lord Diavalo’s castle. You should be able to get there safely..” It was odd to see such confidence and reassurance from their most withdrawn older brother, Levi offering them his most characteristic nervous smile. Satan was still thrashing in Beel’s hold, “Mammon can’t take all those angels by himself! You know that!” Leviathan smiled, nodding in agreement before shutting the door behind Belphie. Satan letting out an ear-piercing scream as the eldest brothers now locked away to fight on their own.
And how he can lose them to the Celestial Realm.
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You started this, but thank you for encouraging me to post this @asterronomical
