#levi oneshot
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.”
Wherever You Go
Levi x Reader Zombie Apocalypse AU
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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.
Warnings: Eventual smut, explicit language, zombie apocalypse, minor character death, blood & gore, violence, weapons, minor & serious injuries, hurt/comfort
will be cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, and here.
Post schedule: once a week
Chapter one||chapter two
Levi slowly realizing he is in love
(a/n): I don’t know how long I’m going to drag this out, honestly. I just like writing for it <3
It’s excruciatingly slow, but the walls Levi had built so high begin to chip; each smile you send his way is another crack in the concrete. He should have built them better, sturdier, perhaps with metal? Though his efforts are in vain, he fights it tooth and nail.
The last four months have been brutal, Hange keeps pestering him to ask you out, Armin keeps trying to make advances- and worst of all: you don’t visit as often. He’s lucky to have you in his office once a week, compared to the everyday he’d gotten used to.
Levi hates change, truly.
He hated your visits the first few weeks, but he didn’t have the heart to kick you out, asyou were great at being quiet and filling out paperwork.
Now, the work seems intimidating, piled a mile high — not to add the silence, he’d gotten used to the sound of your pen on paper, the quiet yawns you’d fight back on exceptionally late nights, the clink of your tea cup that would make you wince everytime you sat it down; he could go on.
“Levi~,” Hange sang, cheerful as ever. “I’ve got good news- oh,” they took in his appearance: hair messy, darker eyebags than usual, deep frown etched onto his face, “Bad time…?”
He doesn’t remember them knocking or him saying come in, but he is too tired to bitch. “No, what do you need, four-eyes?” the nickname had become less degrading and more..affectionate overtime.
With a jump in their step, they plopped down in the wooden seat across from him, “I have good news, it’s about your little birdy, (y/n).” the mention of your name had him visibly perked up, Hange had to stifle a laugh. “Armin finally got the courage to ask her out, yeah?”
His face fell, there was no way in hell that little s- “hey, hey, Levi I haven’t even finished, let that poor pen go.”
Levi sat the pen down next to a document, a death certificate for a young scout named Henisey Lorpan, waiting to be signed, “I don’t care about my cadets love lives, Hange. If this is all you came to me for, then you are excused.”
His day was officially ruined, he wouldn’t be leaving his office for anything.
Hange smiled, shaking their head as they giggled, “Like I said, not done. She said no, she already has her eye on someone,” they paused, gauging the captain’s response before continuing. “Mhm, should’ve seen the poor kid, looked like a kicked puppy.”
Once again, Levi grumbled, “You’re dism-”
They cut him off, standing from the chair to leave, “Point is, I think she likes you, Levi.” The soft click of the door filled the room.
He picks the red pen up, signs his name onto the parchment and sets it aside.
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There are two things Levi must learn. One: how to share, and two: how to swallow his pride.
It’s impossible, that’s how it feels, at least. Levi is losing his grip every passing day, watching other men flirt with you- god forbid they touch you.
Hange’s words repeat in his mind, they have never been one to lie to him, but how likely was it that you liked a man twice your age?
He does not have the upper hand and he hates it, almost as much as he hates the way you make him feel.
Levi would love to ignore the way your hands feel on his arm; soft and nothing like his, the way your eyes look up at him, all tired and sleepy- something he wishes to wake up to, forever.
You’ve been nothing but kind to him, determined to prove your worth and keep your spot on his squad. Though, the only way you’d leave is if a titan pried you from his cold, dead arms.
“Sorry I’m late, captain,” you rushed, balancing the tea in one hand and your books in the other. “Armin held me up, wanted to tell me about glow jellies- pretty cool, honestly.” a soft smile adorned your features, he could tell you had a soft spot for the kid.
He dismissed you, the corner of his lips upturning ever-so-slightly, “A simple apology would have sufficed, cadet.”
It was clock-work, you’d read a book on the sofa, occasionally you’d get up and help with paperwork if there was a ton, but otherwise you kept to yourself; just how Levi liked it.
Against better judgment, Levi cleared his throat, glancing your way, “Hange mentioned Armin asking you out,” the book in your hand fell, hitting you square in the face with a thud. “Not to be a cock block or anything, but if it interferes with yours or his performance, I will have to remove him from my squad, understood?”
He itched to hear what you would say, whether you would deny it or not.
“Levi,” your voice was sweet, dropping formalities with the captain due to peer shock. “Me and Armin..we aren’t- I don’t like him like that. He’s my best friend, I assure nothing is going on.”
A moment passed, you felt like you could die from embarrassment.
“Alright,” he studies you for a moment, stone eyes taking in your appearance; your clothes are messier than usual, but he nods, content with your answer.
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Two more months go by, he knows he has to do something, to tell you and get it over with or this feeling will swallow him whole- that is if Hange doesn’t get to him first, he thinks.
If he wasn’t so sure they’d turn him into titan bait for their experiments, he’d think about letting them have their way.
Snow sets in, falling from the sky at a steady pace. You’re out there, making a snowman with Armin and Jean. The carrot has bite marks, no doubt from Sasha, but no one cares.
“Jean!” He hears you yell, you’re so close to his window. “You’re gonna…snow….doing that!”
Your voice is muffled, he can only catch snippets of your conversation.
Levi doesn’t notice Hange sitting across from him, he doesn’t notice them getting up and putting their hand on the curtain to pull it back, “Cute snowman,” they comment, watching as Levi startles at their -not so- sudden intrusion. “Kind of creepy that you’re listening to them.”
He frowns, not daring to peek behind him to see the snowman- or you, for the matter, “Get out,” but Hange doesn’t budge, instead they open the window and call out-
“Hey, cadets, cute snowman! Can you come to Levi’s office, Cadet (l/n)?”
Matchmaker Hange mode has been activated, Levi can see it in their eyes.
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.
