Soulbound
Characters: Levi Ackerman x Reader
Summary: Modern day with a twist of the supernatural. You live an ordinary life on paper. But lately, your dreams have turned strange. You see swords. Blood. A boy with stormy eyes and trembling hands. A name you don’t recognize… but your heart aches for him.
Chapter Three: Find Him Again
That night you didn’t sleep well. Dreams chased you through the night from half-formed flashes of places you’ve never been, names you don’t recognize, and eyes that felt familiar. Not quite his but haunting in a way that stirred something in your chest. Over and over, you saw your hands reaching for something and never quite catching. You woke tangled in your sheets, heart racing like you were late for something you didn’t remember agreeing to.
The morning was gray, the sky outside your window a dull wash of silver. You moved slowly, dragging yourself through the motion's tea, hair, coat, keys everything tinged with the distant weight of something unfinished. You didn’t speak much at work. No one pushed you. Even Hange, intuitive as ever, only glanced at you now and then but didn’t say a word.
You told yourself you were tired. But the truth clung to your ribs like fog
You couldn’t stop thinking about all of it. The book. The store. Him.
At first, they were all tangled together in your mind, each thread pulling at the next. But now, more and more, it was him. The way he looked at you not with surprise, not even curiosity. But like he remembered something. Like you were the ghost of a thought he’d held onto for far too long.
That evening, you walked home again. On purpose. Past the same dim corners, the old record store, the florist with the closed shutters. Just to see that the bookstore was closed.
You stood across the street for a while, coat zipped high, and collar pulled to your chin. Just watching. Just wondering. The sign in the window hand-painted, elegant rocked gently in the breeze. No lights. No silhouette behind the glass.
Still, you whispered to the dark storefront: “I came back.” And then you left.
That night the dreams came again.
They sharpened became clearer with every night. You were running through a golden field, breathless and laughing. Someone was behind you, or maybe beside you. You could never quite turn your head fast enough to see. There was a warm hand in yours and a distinct sensation of knowing you were safe.
Then a flash Water. Blood on stone. A name carved into something ancient and cracked with time.
You woke up shaking, your pillow damp. You reached for your journal without thinking. You hadn’t written in weeks. But now, the pen moved like it had been waiting for your hand.
You scribbled it all down. The field. The warmth. The ache. And three words you couldn’t explain: Find him again.
A week passed. The rain returned. You didn’t plan to stop by. You told yourself you were just walking.
But when you turned the corner, the bookstore was open.
The door stood slightly ajar, the little brass bell above it chiming softly in the breeze. The warm scent of cedar and dust drifted toward you like a welcome.
You stepped in. And he was there.
Behind the counter this time, sorting a stack of old poetry volumes like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He looked up as the bell rang. For a moment, nothing passed between you except the low hum of music on vinyl and the sound of the rain tapping the windows.
Then he smiled not the full kind, just the ghost of one tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You came back.” You nodded, voice quiet. “I did.”
He closed the book gently, sliding it aside. “I thought maybe I made you up.” You didn’t laugh. “I thought the same.”
There was a silence then one of those still, full ones that didn’t demand to be filled.
You looked around, fingers trailing along the edge of the counter. “So… is this place new?”
Levi glanced toward the back wall, where a faded, worn photograph was placed. A man in a weathered coat, with a sharp look and steady eyes.
“No, it’s not,” he said. “My uncle used to run it. Kenny.”
You looked over at the photograph and raised an eyebrow. “Your uncle ran a bookstore?”
He gave a small, dry laugh. “Not exactly the type you’d expect. He didn’t have much patience for nonsense. Always blunt, always sharp. But deep down… he cared about this place more than he’d admit. Kept the best books tucked away, even if the shop looked like chaos to everyone else.”
You smiled. “Sounds like quite the character.”
“Yeah,” Levi said quietly. “He had his ways. Left it to me when he passed. I guess he trusted me to keep it alive.”
You nodded, feeling the weight of that legacy between you.
After a moment, you asked gently, “So, what’s your name?”
He looked at you, steady and calm. “Levi.”
You smiled softly. “It’s nice to meet you, Levi.”
Levi’s gaze lingered for a heartbeat longer before he said, “I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime. Maybe a café or something.”
Your heart skipped. “I’d like that.”
Sorry for the late update everyone! I hope everyone is having a good day, also I'm working on my request that I've gotten, and I should have the first chapter posted next week! lmk if you have any suggestions
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