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Please read part 1 before, otherwise this doesn’t make any sense, here .
Levi X Y/N [Part 2]
Genre: Romance/Fluff/Angst (kinda)
Prompt: You feel Levi drifting away from you and it’s killing you to not know why he has pushed you away. As you approach his room that night, you throw away your morality to have him by your side.
TW: kinda r-rated make-out
Agony
You were back in the comfort of your room, laying on the bed with a heavy duvet covering your frame. If someone saw you, they would assume you were staring at the ceiling in boredom; however, there was an uproar inside your mind. An uneasy heaviness weighted down your chest as your mind replayed his words again and again.
‘I won’t, anymore.’
He had said it so causally like it were a walk in the park. It was so effortlessly easy for him to throw you away, trample on your heart. He had flushed you out of his life like this whole time, you were just a menace-as if he was waiting to get rid of you.
You held his pendent above your head, observing it’s sharp curves. After your encounter with Levi, you had decided upon grabbing the discarded pendent from outside the window and taking it back with you. You took it home like a coward; scared, he would never come out to take it and that would actually mean the end of everything.
Distraught, you brought his pendant close to yours, which was resting against your chest, and joined the two semicircles; their union sparked a sense of hope, that maybe, just maybe, the two of you would reconcile just like the two pieces of the moon.
How pathetic.
The matching pair resting against your chest started feeling like a burden.
Your heart began to ache as memories upon memories flooded your mind, your eyes filling up. You loved him so much, that despite his obvious detachment, you still didn’t think of him in distaste. You could never loathe the man who gave you a reason to survive this ruthless world. Overcome with grief, low sobs filled the four walls of your lonely room.
If he never treated you the same, how would you survive in the survey corps?
The clock struck eight, your gaze lingering on its ticking hand. As obedient as a trained soldier, you sat up, fumbling the duvet off. The chill air struck your warm skin, sending goosebumps down your spine and you shivered uncomfortably. Your eyes wandered to the glass window from where rays of the blinding sunlight streaked through the permeable blinds.
As you proceeded to walk to the washroom, you felt an uncomfortable ache spreading in your legs and arms, as if you had been beaten down. Ironically, the practise last night was less intense yet your body seemed to have been drained. You never knew that feeling emotionally drained was worse than the physical one.
Walking through the hallways, you felt like a Titan roaming the earth. No, it was worse than a titan -at least those creatures had a purpose. You were wandering aimlessly, strands of hair falling on your face from the disheveled bun.
“Y/N!” A chirpy voice called out. You turned around and met the tall, ginger-haired woman, Petra.
“Oh god, are you okay?” She walked to your side, her wide hazel eyes flooded with concern.
“I’m okay,” you replied, nonchalantly.
“You look far from it, girl. Did the captain give you a hard time yesterday?” You felt your heart stammer as you looked up, eyes wide in disbelief. And then it clicked. Petra probably meant, hard time training.
“Yeah, he did.” You weren’t lying. He did give you a hard time. Burning resentment lingered in your heart.
“I wonder why he always picks on you. Captain isn’t the type to nitpick unless you really test him,” she teased, her eyes glimmering in fascination. “Come on, we need to get going to the dining hall,” she insisted and dragged you along with her.
Was he acting this way because you were the weakest link of the team? Did he remove himself from your side because you were a lost cause and he was tired of giving you extra training hours?
Your heart felt like it was sinking in a pool of misery.
You reached the dining hall and instinctively your gaze sauntered to the room, like an unchangeable habit, you always searched for Levi’s mist coloured eyes. The tables were populated with the cadets, enjoying their lunch. You caught sight of Sasha, shoving mouthfuls of mashed potato in her system while Jean and Eren furiously eyed one another down, Mikasa sitting unbothered watching the two go at it and Connie and Armin looking like they were mediating through the tension.
The hall was surely busy but you didn’t see him.
Was it because of your presence? You gulped, sitting beside Petra on the table where Hange and Oluo already sat eating.
“Hange-san, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Petra teased and Hange broke into a chuckle, the last spoonful of potato entering her mouth as she munched it profusely.
“I just felt like coming but to my disappointment, shorty is nowhere around,” she sighed, her tone filled with boredom. “Y/N, you both are usually glued together. Why isn’t he down for breakfast?” Hange quirked an eyebrow, her tone ambiguous. Even with glasses, you could tell her round eyes were playfully twinkling.
“I don’t know,” you muttered lethargically, running fingers through your disarranged hair, your head aching at the mention of him.
“Did a truck run you over?” Oluo huffed, a large grin splayed against his lips and the others joined in, cackling at his statement.
Normally you would fire back with sarcasm, but today you simply didn’t have the energy to entertain his antics.
It almost felt like a crime, walking out here with a lethargic body, scruffy hair and droopy eyes, yet you didn’t have any other choice. You felt like you would go insane alone in your bed, thinking about him.
“Hey, Y/N, is the captain in his room? Erwin wants him in his office,” Gunther appeared from behind Hange, his words hurried.
“I don’t know,” you muttered, gulping down your annoyance.
“Erwin is gonna kill me. Why’s the captain missing? No one’s seen him around.” His stoic eyes, bitter words from last night replayed in your mind.
“Well, I saw the captain last night- I don’t know what got into him but he was walking around manically looking for something,” Oluo added, shrugging his shoulders uncertainly as he sipped the bowl of stew.
Your blood ran cold, eyes growing in alarm. “Looking for what?” You interrupted, jerking awake.
“Woah, Y/N why do you look so-” Gunther interrupted but you ignored his remarks. “Oluo, answer me,” you sternly replied, your heart picking its pace.
“Man, I don’t know. I asked him and he just walked right past me,” the man huffed and you thought back to yesterday.
‘I won’t, anymore.’
The pendant.
You saw red.
Your clenched jaw unclenched. Without a moment’s thought, you rose to your feet; the sudden movement making your head feel heavy but you ignored it and quickly scurried out of the dining hall. With the remaining stamina, you trudged through the hallways, towards his room, the air hitting your skin making you feel colder each second as if you had caught a fever.
Breathless, you stood panting against the door of his room. You knocked once. Twice. Then you impatiently yanked the door open. What greeted you was an empty-spotless-bedroom. You faltered, stepping back and proceeded to check the training grounds, meeting room and the commander’s office.
He was nowhere to be seen.
You felt your knees beginning to give out as you neared the plains, green as ever with towering trees. You looked to the farthest green land, searching for him. Again, you were met with disappointment.
You were about to head back inside when suddenly your head flicked. You still hadn’t checked the stables. You turned back and dashed across the plains, towards the horse barn. Struggling to breathe, you pushed through the ajar door and you sped inside.
And it was like you felt him before you saw anything. Your heart eased, as if growing aware of his presence: Levi Ackerman, the man who had you at chokehold with a single glance, the man you would throw away all your sense of reasoning for, the man you were devastatingly in love with.
His back was turned to you as he kneeled against the hardwood floor, body mechanically, digging through bales of hay. His hands were impatient, tossing the hay aside, due to which the entire barn seemed chaotic. You drew closer, curiously.
For someone who was extremely sensitive to sound and movement, he didn’t seem affected. He paid you no heed, his entire attention directed towards his ongoing hunt. You walked closer.
His peripheral vision caught sight of you. His jaw clenched, body taut like a deer caught in headlights. He looked up, disarrayed hair, falling against his eyelids as if he had run his fingers through the soft strands. His cloudy eyes were darker than usual, exhaustive dark circles cladding under them.
His expression suddenly dropped to an estranged one.
“Why’re you here?” His tone was acrimonious, but you kept your composure. Not sure why, but he was purposely trying to get under your skin.
“Why’re you here?” You shot back sourly.
Levi’s head snapped up, his brow twitching, seemingly taken aback at sudden display of confidence, vibrant in your tone.
He didn’t say anything. Neither did you.
The next few moments passed by at turtle’s pace. You refused to open your mouth to answer him and he didn’t budge either, watching you, his gaze unreadable.
He tore his eyes off you and resumed his hunt, tossing aside more bundles of hay.
Great, he was back to ignoring.
“Answer me!” A frustrated cry left your mouth. “What’re you so desperately searching for?” You questioned, your body’s heat growing every second as you awaited the truth.
He didn’t spare you a glance, his hands hurrying through the mess, searching the floor and stack of hay. It was truly a sight: this was a neat freak, who didn’t let anyone clean his room or touch his things, kneeling on the dirty straws, searching through a pile of smelly horse feed while his olive cape clung to his sweaty back.
Your patience was wearing thin as you hovered around him, awaiting his response.
Instead, you heard a dejected sigh and he stepped up, on his feet. He turned away and proceeded to stalk out the barn, his stoic face unchanged.
“You’re looking for this, aren’t you?“
The man paused in his tracks. When he turned around, his pupils shook. You stood before him confidently holding up the pendant.
You saw the tension leave his body, his fists unclenching as he exhaled a soft sigh. His previously stern face lightened up. Your heart stuttered at the sight. Seeing his facade drop, your suspicions owed to be correct.
He took short strides towards you and put his hand forward, signalling for you to give it back.
You wanted to smack him.
“You said you didn’t need it,” your harsh tone made his cold demeanour return, eyes now blank.
“Why are you looking for it?” You interrogated, your tone challenging and you held your chin up, determinedly. You didn’t know what point you were trying to prove but you were desperate for answers.
“It’s mine,” he simply declared, his teeth gritting.
“No. It isn’t just yours,” you muttered, aggressively, your gaze never leaving his. “You share this with me,” you corrected him.
“Give it back,” his tone grew impatient, uncompromising as if he was damned without the necklace. You could tell his patience was wearing thin, but so was yours. You needed him to come clean- explain to you why he decided upon parting ways.
Your fist that held the necklace, defensively, clenched tighter, its sharp crevice burying inside your palm, tearing into your skin. If there was burning, your mind didn’t prioritise it, instead your entire body was respondent to his words only. Your stagnant posture remained as you held the pendant with iron’s grip. Levi noticed your reluctance and attempted to reach forward; however, you proved your skills by dodging him.
“Stop being so childish,” he scowled, his frown casting a grievous shadow over his features. He stepped up again and you quickly recoiled, stretching your arm behind you.
His jaw tightened. Your heart almost fell out as he charged forward, lunging at you. His thin stature was always an advantage. In a flash, he had his arm smoothly curved around your waist as he jerked you into his embrace. His scent flooded your senses, soap and a hint of woody musk, which you recognised as his distinct fragrance. You breathed him in, knees feeling limp like jelly. Your senses were heightened upon feeling drunk on his touch.
You saw something flick in his eyes-something you had seen before but never figured out. It was different from his normal stoic self; they were dark, not aggressively black but desirably bleak, rapturous almost.
You wanted to stare deeper to understand him more but his hands caught your attention. The arm resting around your waist grabbed your clenched arm. Your eyes widened, grip tightening.
You reminded yourself, he was here to get his moon.
Levi pushed forward, his body flushed against you and his chin resting on your clothed shoulder. His hands grabbed your clenched fist and he, forcefully, tried prying your fingers open.
You struggled, your fist aching to give in as the pendant pricked your flesh, drawing blood. You felt the burning sensation rise and your eyes screwed shut in building frustration.
“Stop fighting me!” He roared, now both his arms cradling you, his body warming up as he used his full strength.
You didn’t last long.
Soon his long fingers found a way, pushing inside your palm and he felt the warm, metal chain against his skin, quickly grabbing it. With his other hand, he pulled at your fingers and finally, your strained muscles exhaustedly gave up, losing its grip. As you let the pendant go, your face fell limp on the side of his neck, humiliated and defeated. As if someone was slicing onions, your throat started burning, heavy tears clouding your vision.
Levi flinched. His breathing faltered. You felt his heart pound against his chest. The reason why he stalked over to you was the pendant and now that it was in his grip, he should let go of your waist and go away, away from you like he wanted.
Though, he didn’t move a muscle.
He held you close leaning back, his face collapsing into dismay and his eyes growing large as his mouth parted. He stared at you, dumbed for a moment.
“Are you okay?” He suddenly asked, his grip on your waist tightening.
“Leave now that you have it,” you muttered, your voice was hoarse. You had tried so hard, but in the end, he didn’t care.
Levi, suddenly, brought his hand to your forehead and his eyes grew double in size. “You’re burning up,” he rasped. What he said didn’t matter. Your head was drowning in a pool of glory as his callous fingers touched your temple.
“Oi, y/n!” He raucously shouted.
You winced, opening your mouth to respond but you already felt your body swimming through a sky.
You didn’t know when, your knees gave out and his hefty arms scurried to catch your fall. You didn’t lose consciousness though because you felt his arms enveloping your frame, cradling you into his chest; his rapid heartbeat, thrashing inside his body; his frame, heated against you.
You heard his boots thump against the floorboard like he was hurrying out of the barn. There were distant chatters from some passerby. “Captain, commander Erwin really needs to see you-” and his fiery rebuttal, Levi’s words laced with hostility. “Get a bucket and towel in my room immediately.” And off he hurried.
He mechanically ran up the stairs, ignoring all passerby’s questions. You realised he must’ve reached his room as he paused and kicked the door open. His arms holding you slackened and he gently plopped you into his bed. You wanted to persist the removal, but when your body hit his sheets, your heart tranquilly calmed its pace. His sheets smelled strongly of him, his wooden scent. You felt like you were drowning in him.
Were you dead?
You vaguely felt Levi shift next to you and then a heavy duvet covered your frame. The duvet Levi used to cover himself. Your body felt electrocuted by the thought.
There was distant murmuring and rustling of objects. You didn’t have the energy to open your eyes and return to real world where Levi neglected your presence, so you stayed half dead/conscious. The door was knocked upon and you heard Levi dash to it. A murmur was exchanged and then, again, you felt his presence beside you.
Suddenly, an icy cloth was draped onto your temple, a shaky breath leaving your mouth as your body quivered upon the contact. His grip on the duvet tightened and he pulled it closer to your neck. A slight moment passed, and you got used to the towel’s freezing temperature.
Levi flipped the drenched towel on your forehead to the other side, it’s cold surface again striking your nerve cells.
Then you felt his fingers trace your cheek. The callousness glided against your cheekbone, drawing down to your chin and gently rubbing the corner of your lips. Your body tightened upon the contact. There was something so oddly satisfying about his touch, like you were made to be felt by him.
His thumb deliciously kissed your bottom lip and you almost cried out. This was a fever dream. It had to be, because there was no way in hell, your squad captain was touching you like he was starved for you. Levi’s thumb traced your lip line and then gently caressed the pouty gap. You were tempted to open your lips voluntarily, but quickly controlled yourself.
“God…” you heard him rasp as he ran his finger against your lips. “So soft.”
And then as if something snapped inside him, he quickly retreated, his hand pulled away from your mouth. You almost cried out in desperation. Why was he stubbornly avoiding you if he wanted to touch you so bad?
The towel was removed from your head and as he wetted it, he plopped it against your heated skin all over again.
Then, you felt his cold touch on your hand. He held your wrist as his thumb gently caressed your palm. You winced upon the contact, a slight burning effect produced. It dawned upon you that it was probably from a while ago when you stubbornly held onto his pendant.
“Why do you test me so much?” His voice was heavy, you’d have assumed he was drunk if you didn’t know better. Then you felt the softness of his lips pressed against your injured skin and instantly your abdomen clenched. The burning flew out of your mind, his lips the only remaining memory.
“You’re hurt because of me.” You felt another light kiss on your palm.
“It’s killing me. Pushing you away, it’s the cruelest thing I’ve done to myself,” his words were interrupted as a pained groan left his mouth.
Your heart felt full. Hearing him say those words, kiss your injured skin, you wished to god you weren’t dreaming.
“Y/N, I know you can hear me.” His words caught you off guard. You didn’t think he was aware of your consciousness which was why he was confessing so boldly.
“Open your eyes. Are you okay?” His concern filled tone made your throat tighten. There was so much pent up frustration from his ignorance which was dreading to unleash itself like an overfilled dam. The relief from hearing him confess added to the ache building in your chest. You wanted to cry, scream and throw a punch at his handsome face.
“Please y/n. Look at me.” The yearning in his voice weakened your front as you heard his begging.
You slowly peeled your eyes open and before you could even see him, your drenched orbs hindered your vision, pouring out onto your flushed cheeks.
“Fuck. Don’t cry,” his gruff voice pled.
As the tears fell, your vision cleared and you caught sight of him. He was kneeling against the bed, his silver eyes flooded with horror, eyebrows furrowed in discern, his tousled hair messier than before. His palm was against your damp cheek, and you almost missed the tremble in his touch.
“How do you feel?” He rasped, his hooded gaze full of anguish. You didn’t respond. There was heaviness weighting down your chest that had been released just a moment ago. You felt overwhelmed, like a barrier had been lifted.
“Talk to me,” he sounded pained. You watched him struggle, his body tense as he stared at you.
“You ignored me for a week.” And as soon as you spoke, your voice broke, eyes filling up with fresh tears, drenching your skin.
“I-I didn’t know it would hurt you so much-” he stuttered, his eyes widening as he finally realised you were absolutely torn over him.
“You don’t expect me to care?” You cried, your face growing hotter.
“Why? What did I do to make you think that?” You sat up, your head spinning at the suddenness of your actions as the wet cloth fell on the duvet. Levi quickly shot up from the ground, sitting beside you on the bed as he held down your shoulders.
“Lay down,” he attempted to lean you back. You didn’t oblige, feeling fury overpower your resolution.
“No, I- I just don’t get it. Why do you hate me so much all of a sudden?” You wailed, tears streaming down your face.
“I could never hate you,” he gritted, his tone bitter, eyes burning. “How could I ever?” His voice trembled.
You wanted to say so much more but your throat felt clogged and a sob wrenched out of your chest. It made him wince, his eyes wide as he watched your inner turmoil erupt like the volcanic lava, burning him.
“Stop. Please,” he yelped. He impatiently rubbed at your cheek, as if the tears were like bullets raining down his chest. He caressed your face, his palms tenderly wiping the flooding tears.
“- why do you want the pendant so bad- if you don’t want anything to do with me, why?” You stuttered. “You left me alone. Avoided me like a plague. Is it because I’m the weakest member of the team?”
“No. Stop-” he interjected.
“Is that why you want me gone? Will you drop me? Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong so I can change it-” Your insecure rambling continued, sobs wreaking your frame.
“Stop saying bullshit-” his words went unheard.
“I swear, I’m really trying though. I promise you I’ll get better. I’ve improved since the last time, I’ll-” your words were cut off when suddenly, his hold on your arms tightened and he yanked you into his body, crushing you into a bone chilling embrace. Your face was flush against his beating chest, growing warmer as your heartbeat escalated.
“You don’t need to change. Your skills are unrivalled in the team. I’m not dropping you. You’re perfect, as is.” You couldn’t believe your ears.
“No, I don’t hate you. But you make me want to do things I hate. I hate mornings but to see you do your morning jog, I’m up early, patrolling the fields. I hate eating breakfast but to watch you mess around with the cadets, I’m there at the dining hall. I hate Hange’s lame jokes but when you crack up hearing them, I enjoy them too. I hate sleeping late but to be with you, I don’t mind sleepless nights.”
Loud boisterous thudding of his heart echoed against your frame.
“I’m a fucking moron for assuming I could end things like that. Honestly, it scared me-I didn’t want it to be true. God, anything but love,” his voice trembled, choked mutters escaping his lips. “Love. It’s so unnecessary. I don’t need it to live. I don’t need it to fight titans. Then why am I so consumed by it?” His breathless voice quivered, you felt his arms, if it were even possible, tighten more around your frame as if he wanted to absorb you within himself.
His words were like a gush of rain on your burning heart. Your chest felt jittery. There was a part of you refusing to believe this night had ever occurred: Levi Ackerman, a man so perfect, doubting himself as he spilled his heart out.
You only believed it because you felt his warmth engulfing you, his hot breath cascading down your neck and his smell washing over you.
“Why are you scared?” You found yourself asking.
His hold on you released and he pulled back. Suddenly, the loss of his warmth made your body tingle as if in retaliation, wanting him against you.
“It’s because… you lose the ones you love,” he rasped. Your chest ached.
“Of course, you can’t lose someone who never meant anything to you, Levi.” Instead of ‘captain’, his name fell out of your mouth like honey and it had him looking up, apparent shock visible on his face.
“I- I never felt confident enough to confess to you because I was scared too. What if saying something made you hate me? What if I ruined our friendship along the way? I’d never forgive myself for it,” you began explaining, your eyes fixed on him.
“But then one day- my nightmares became true. You looked away, walked right past me. My whole world felt like it was crumbling,” you voiced out, reminiscing the worst week of your life.
His eyes brimmed with water, nose reddened and body flushed as he watched you empty your mind.
Your heart was instantly in your throat.
“No- I don’t want you to feel bad please-I’m just-”
“I wanted this like my life depended on it,” he suddenly spoke, his words hushed as if he was embarrassed to be sharing his feelings and he pulled out the pendant from his jacket’s pocket. He held the half moon in his palm, tracing it with his thumb. “I want it so bad because it’s the only thing I have of you,” he whispered, cheeks flushing redder as his lips trembled.
“This is yours and mine.”
Your eyes filled up with fresh tears, heart palpitating in your chest. His words started flushing away all your misery, as if you had never suffered pain in this lifetime.
“I love you,” he choked out, his gaze filled with emotions which he had never allowed you to see before, his voice desperate and needy like a weeping mewl. Before you could respond, he tugged you into his arms and his lips slammed into yours with a fierce impatience. A gasp emitting your mouth was silenced as he swallowed it, his mouth feasting yours like a starved predator. It was mind blowing how one second he was innocently confessing his heart out and the other, his lips were shamelessly obscene, tasting your lips to his desire. The ravaging desire poured out of him as if he had persisted it for years, his hands angling your jaw to his satisfaction as he pried your lips open, his warm tongue entering your mouth and preying at your tongue. He tasted you to his heart’s content, until you were unsure whether it was his saliva or yours dripping down your jaw.
Breathless, red-faced and teary-eyed, you pulled away slightly, your forehead resting against his as you both struggled to inhale some oxygen. It took him a single breath before he grabbed your face again. “H-hold on-I-can’t-breathe,” you choked out, your senses overstimulated as a tingle sparked inside your chest.
“Breathe later,” he impatiently groaned and attacked your mouth, devouring your taste as if making up for the time you both had spent fearful of the building connection, entwining in one another just like the reunion of his semicircle and yours.
i can do an epilogue since this seemed kind of rushed, but I’m not sure if people would wanna read more, which is why i played it safe and decided to conclude it. plus this is already so long. I’m sorry :’
anyways. the response I got to Part 1 had me cryinggg. thank you so much?? To everyone who read it and decided to read this too, i love you.
