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◉𝐴𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛:

United in grief. (levi x reader)

Taking care of postwar!Levi .

◉ 𝐽𝑢𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑢 𝐾𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑛:

Devotion I, II. (Sukuna x reader)

◉ 𝐷𝑢𝑠𝑘𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑:

Lovesick. (Jake x reader)

Light's out I and II.

When i was there.

◉𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑜𝑛

ALSO it's fem! Reader

Levi Ackerman believes that love is not as strong as the poets say.

He believes it is not strong enough to keep people together like it does at the end of a long, romance book.

He brushes another yellowed page, the sun begins to creep through the thin window curtain while he's busy blinking away his burning eyes from the lack of sleep and poorly lit rooms.

It is not strong enough to heal a bleeding wound from a comrades chest, nor was it strong enough to help the hands of the other pressing on it to keep the little life they had left from flying away.

And it clearly was not strong enough to breathe life back into them both once the monstrous, hungry titan smiled down at them, tight lips stretching past the scarred cheeks, it's red coated teeth dripped with saliva and bitten gums itching for a scratch of flesh.

He believed-well he knew- love was not strong enough when the corps rode back home, giving away leftover limbs and bodies to their families.

Their tears would not water them back to life like a plant, their mothers wailing like their children once did, when they took their first breath out of the womb.

Love was not strong like the writers he read the books of wrote about, it being able to make people see the good in one another and forgive. No, he would not forgive, he was not a forgiving person, but maybe love had not visited him yet.

Levi's love was not strong enough to hold the hand of Hange Zoe and drag her body away from the flames she gladly went in to save her comrades, and her love was for them was not strong enough to have pity on her and carry her back to them and witness a life past blood and poverty.

Yes- he thinks to himself- love was not strong enough for that.

Levi's love was not strong enough to heal his mother back to health, and while her love was strong enough to keep him fed, it was not strong enough to help bring her back to life when he wailed in hunger.

Levi believes love is not strong enough to let people grow old together, nor to protect the life it's created and brought forward.

He thinks love is not strong enough to keep the promise it made to humanity.

And when you came along, it seemed to further prove that point.

You were gentle, a contrast to the monster you appeared to be in the front lines. Love looked good on pretty souls like you.

Love kept your overworked hands soft and gentle. From the vice grip of your bloody sword to planting the last flower on your shared garden.

"Just a small act of celebration to marl tje first day of spring" you had told him.

Yes, love loved u very much. Now, he cannot blame it for it never visiting him, he too would cling to you like bees that mistook you for a flower.

He figured from birth, and proven further even now, that he was just meant to live a different life.

Unlike many others, no Levi's love for you was not strong enough to make him a man and dare to call u his , but his fear of losing you was.

And as ironic as it all sounds to him, fear is what has droven him until the end of the bloody road of a soldier's victory, his reward being getting to keep his life. Unlike many braver comrades that would see their beginning and end of their service within one mission out of the walls.

It is a type of guilt that keeps him up at night, sweaty and with a tight jaw as he chews away his tongue. A scene you now had grown accustomed to whenever u woke up in the middle of the night, either from his stiff, cold form or his screeching voice, tormented by his terrors.

Once you gain consciousness, your body moves forcefully before you can even think of opening your eyes, suddenly aware of the cold temperature that engulfed the bedroom each night.

The sheets tangled you like restrains as you looked down at his thrashing body, sweat sticking to his skin, greedily eating air like a fish without water as his eyes were opened wide as if trying to look for everything all at once.

"Levi-levi..levi" you press yourself a bit, your hands finding his as you press them against his chest, believing he'd find some comfort in weight, repeating his name until you're sure it's reached him.

His eyes almost twitch and you're unsure if he's looking at you, or the cracked ceiling above.

"It's me, Levi. It's bedtime, you're here"

"Mother..."

That's all he ever said to you, and you would never ask him about until neither of you no longer roamed this earth- not that he'd remember anyway.

"Mother" he'd gasp again, eyes almost burning from his unblinking, dazed stare.

"...I'm hungry"

If it's one thing Levi for sure knew you were-it was a good cook.

And if it's another thing he knew you were- was weird.

He'd roll on his wheelchair after a tussle and turn of early morning. Hair stuck out like hay and eyes aching from the bright sun that covered every surface of this house, your regular habit of opening the curtains fully as soon as the rooster sang.

Levi did not know love, but the morning teacup waiting for him at the wooden table loved him very much. The wheels of his wheelchair that creaked and slid, loved to carry him into the bakery, and your hands loved to push him forward wherever his head turned.

Levi did not know love, but his eyes loved you very much, so he can behold the weight of your presence for just a bit, and your voice loves his ears, because they seem to remember so well.

The closest Levi has come to love is respect, he respects his mother's sacrifices, he respects Kenny's brutal hand. He respect the cold gravestones engraved with his comrade's names, all lined up like chess pieces in the grass field.

Levi loved the color white because it made him feel clean, untainted from any that's happened and yet to occur. He knew he loved it even more when he saw you draped in it. When you stood by the doors, a bloom of embroidered lace pooling from the top of your head, all the way down to your feet. The chapel's stained windows reflected on your eyes like water, it was as if a dove had come to collect him, save him from his own fate.

He'd told you this, one evening by the fireplace of your cabin. He'd told you how that moment is inability to walk did not matter when he felt like he was afloat, he'd told you this should've never been where he is, but you tell him his fate is drinking tea and watching you pick flowers now. He never had anything to say after that.

And the reason he's remembering it is because you look just as beautiful in it now. The cloth is as clean as the first day, and the perfume you had used still has a faint linger to the cloth. All is the same expect your face. That day you wore gleeful expression, your eyes were crystal clear, your lips stretched in a smile and your face a bit more round. Now, you carry a peaceful mask.

Your eyes are closed, your lashes sweep your face and your lips are just as colored, but they remain as they are. The breeze occasionally blows your hair just a bit, but you make no move to fix it, you cant, so he does it for you.

In your hands is the same flowers that made your bouquet, you planted the seeds in the back garden, and he picked them exactly to match. But instead of gripping them with sweaty hands from nervousness, they are gently tied to your hands, where they will remain.

You look exactly how you did back then, except Levi does not float, but he feels as though the soil is trying to swallow his feet, as its now swallowing you.

Yes it is true, that love did now want men like Levi. Maybe it is true that love loved girls like you, and love loved you so much is swallowed you whole, to a better place than here, with him. He thinks maybe God is real if it means you would hear him pray to you, and you would not come back in sentimental ways, like a swallow by the window to welcome spring, or a flower in the garden he takes care of now, but whole by his doorstep.

It is true that life loved you very much. So much so that Levi lived on just so you wouldn't cry by his stone, and so much he makes himself tea just like how you made it. Even love could not recognize itself in mirror.

After the war is over, everyone distant from one another, Armin along with his team travel to teach the history and prevent from it repeating, Historia remains in Paradis as queen with her newborn child, some stay in Marley after the war because everything is so destroyed, some choose to go back to Paradis.

Imagine being the only one left from Levi's close squad. Sure, it might have started out rought with him (as does everybody), but you have been there through it all, hand-picked to be in his squad as one of the best soldiers for your skill and wits.

After the war he loses it all, the soldiers he's raised are building their lives and him-with nowhere to go, no place that he calls home that could miss him- you step in and tell Gabi you will be his caretaker, even if Levi protests at first.

It just dosen't seem fair, others out there are enjoying the freedom they fought so hard for, getting married, building their lives and you're stuck here, taking care of an old man that can only walk a short amount of time before needing a wheelchair, and sometimes struggles to do simple tasks.

"I got it, it's fine" he grumbles as you hold him by the arm and gently place him in the wheelchair as he groans in pain, ignoring his previous comment.

But despite what he thinks, you know deep down it's much deeper than that, it isn't just some loyal habit of carrying your duty to take care of your capitan, but rather a selfish need your heart has to keep him close, you who has no home yourself- have found a palace in his presence.

You wonder if all the things you do have caught up to Levi, to others around him - you were appearantly terrible at hiding your feelings, but mabye all that you did was all but a simple and kind act to Levi.

You wake up early every morning to prepare breakfast, making sure to shop well the previous day in order to feed him a full and loving meal. You clean more than usual, keeping him out of the house and occupied in the garden so the dust won't make him sick, even taking him to the café every morning with his newspaper in hand, a ritual you both effortlessly created with time.

Every weekend you go to buy flowers with Levi, and leave them at the memorial of fallen soldiers, his wheelchair sitting not far behind the engraved stone of his fallen comrade, as you helped him bent down and place them on the cold stone.

'(Hange Zoe) 14th Comander of the Scout Regiment'

Ever since the war ended you had picked up the hobby of baking, you always knew you had a good hand, even during your time with the scouts, where all that was available was potato, bread and some dirty carrots, you managed to make a hearty meal.

Now you bake as your heart desires, making cookies, pies and pastries that Onyakopon,Gabi and Falco enjoy too much when you head out with Levi and everyone for a picnic. And while everyone thanks you and enjoys what your hands made, you don't have the heart to tell anyone that you bake them for Levi, but give it to everyone as to mask your gesture.

It was obvious to Gabi, when you place the picnic basket on the blanket under the tree, and take out all the sandwiches and pastries you've done. You take out a glass for each for the fresh lemonade you've made, and then a special thermos of black tea and pour it for Levi.

It was obvious to Falco when you personally started buying basic medical supplies like needles, alcohol, medication, and gauze because you wanted to take care of Levi personally, after the doctor might have tired him out with walking practice.

It was obvious to Onyakopon, when he kept seeing your regularly at the fabric shop, buying the same white wool. Only to see that white wool turned into a long, soft scraf placed next to a beautiful teaset, packaged well for the Secret Santa they did for Levi's birthday.

But mabye Levi noticed too. He noticed the black tea especially made for him, and the fact that you always placed two pastries in his plate instead of one like the others.

He noticed how gentle your fingers were when they grazes his scars and lifted his leg to tend to it, as if you had found a bird with an injured wing by the window.

He noticed the suttle, but engulfing perfume scent on the new white scarf, and your taste in style when he saw the teaset. He noticed through the slightly open door, tne candlelight that came from the living room when he tried to sleep, and your prickleled hands from the sharp knitting needles.

It is then that he gets up, from his chair, paper crumpled in hand as he reaches for the telephone on the countertop to call for Gabi.

"Where is she" ignoring the fast beating of his heart that wanted to leap out of his chest.

Imagine that after all this time, you figure you need to move on, you tell Gabi you've finished working, and refuse any payment they want to give you as compensation for taking care of a retired soldier. Unable to bear with yourself anymore, after rejecting every man that made any advance, unable to look in the mirror and see someone that he could love. You grab a pen and write a final letter, leaving early in the morning for the next train to take you far away.

Imagine how you close your eyes and sigh at the view of the oncoming train, ready to steal you away, yet your legs felt heavy, and your mind waged war against you to remain unmoved.

It's only when you take the first step that you stop, you don't know if you felt his presence first, or if it was his voice, but a strong wind blew your hair away as you kept your hand near your dress to keep it down, turning your head to see him.

He stood there, stormy eyes glued on you like a target, his wheelchair a few feet away behind him. In almost a shock and slight alert you take a few steps, afraid he'll need support.

"I thought you said you were a woman of your word, what about your promise?" You admire his stable tone in what seems like such an emotional moment to him

But you hate that you know exactly what he means, you remember it very well since back then, when everyone retreated for the night and camped in the dense forest during a mission outside the walls, you stood near a lake, washing your hands and face, thr only light source being groups of fireflies that shyly flew around bushes and near water.

Levi stands right behind you, deep in thought for whatever reason he was, you call him out when feeling his eyes burn the back of your skull.

"You know you don't have to be creep" you quietly say, focused on washing the cloth in your hands, and he slowly walks near a rock.

It is then that you made a promise to him. That you promised you would not die and stand beside him as long as be lived. It was an admirable obedience and trust from a soldier towards their capitan.

"Don't tell me it dosent matter as much to you now" he bring you back to reality.

"I fufilled it didn't I? I lived and stood beside you" you almost argue back.

"And I'm still alive." He steps foward slightly, using the metal railing that slightly shook as support.

"You fufilled your promise as a soldier and i did my duty as you capitan" he now stands in front of you, it's only when you notice the crumbled up letter in his hand.

"Now let me fufill my duty as a man"

The train swooshes past you, swaying leaves in the wind and onto the sunset, with a loud honk it continued to pass on your side, but your focus was long gone as his lips remained unmoved from yours. It was that day that despite any gear training and how far on a tree you've climbed, it felt like this moment was the highest you've ever flown.

It was from then on that when you helped him to bed, he'd tuck your hair away in the morning, with a strand between his fingers until you pretended you were slowly waking up.

It was now that once you finished cooking, you'd notice Levi place a second cup of tea on the table, before sitting back down to continue his book.

It was then that he'd go and buy the flowers for the memorial, making sure to get a extra bouquet to bring home to you.

It was then that whenever anyone asked him to stay for a celebration of after party, he'd simply say no and leave.

"My wife is waiting for me at home" he says with no ring on neither of your fingers yet.

It was then that he'd feel his ego boost a bit whenever you laughed out loud at one of his unfunny shit jokes.

It is then that he notices the contrast between the feeling of you pushing your hands on his chest to keep the blood from leaving the deadly wound, to placing them gently on his chest as you rest in the afterglow of a playful afternoon.

After all, it is when you both sit close under the shade of a tree, you watch Gabi and Falco mess around in the lake-dunking one another as you reminisce a time where you swear you've seen this happen before, Levi's hand that brushed a book page, unknowingly falls on top of yours, yet it dosen't move.

(Also want to mention none of these clips and music is originally mine, all except Jake's voicemail. Please don't chare on any other platforms other than on tumblr without ny permission, thank u <3)

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