#young!levi

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Levi and Young!Levi from a request ~ 

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“Don’t worry,” the blonde one says to Levi in a low tone. He’s holding my knife to Levi’s throat like I had done to him just a minute earlier, doubtlessly smearing my blood onto Levi's pale, bruised throat. They’re walking further and further away from me, so I have to hurry to catch them. “I don’t want to kill you either, alright? Just do whatever Sammy says or he’ll have to kill your friend.” He pulls Levi a little closer and I hardly hear the quiet, sincere, “I’m sorry.”

Levi wouldn’t let me do what I had to do when I had a chance, but even so, I still refuse to go quietly. “Levi, no! Don’t just go along with them! We have to fight!”

I get wailed in the back with the gun and I grunt out another pained cry as my hurt arm is jostled. It startles Levi. “Don’t do anything, Eren!” he orders.

Why the hell not?!

The next few minutes melt into a blur of rage for me. I want to do something. That’s all I keep thinking as they lead us along through the maze of the underground, deeper and deeper. Just give me an opportunity. I want to fight.

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As we fly through the underground city—my 3DMG sending little spurts of dirt and dust flying as the hooks dig into the rocky ceiling, turning heads on every corner—I’m once again having a hard time believing that Levi is fifteen like he says he is. He’s so light.

I’m not the best at maneuvering with the gear yet, so I can’t carry him bridal style like I secretly want to. Instead he’s on my back, his stick-like arms and legs wrapped over my shoulders and around my hips, holding on for dear life. He’s stiff as a board, perhaps out of terror or maybe just out of embarrassment at being carried. Either way, his clinging is on the verge of overkill. His heels feel like dull little daggers digging into my abdomen and his arms are crossed over my chest so that his boney fingers are vice grips in my armpits.

He has to stay pretty high on my back to avoid getting in the way of the gas dispensing, so before long I think I feel his thighs start to quiver around me. “You alright back there?” I call to him as I send my left cable shooting around the corner. He doesn’t answer but I feel the nub of his chin sinking into my collarbone.