Call my name, I’m yours to tame | Levi Ackerman - Attack on Titan
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader
Summary: Once star-crossed lovers’ pilgrimages collide again, what will transpire when their love is impermissible, living side by side as martyrs of cruel fate?
Word count: 701, 4k characters
Content/warnings: fluff, slight angst, star-crossed lovers type of situation
Author’s note: please! listen to middle of night - elley duhe while reading this (it’s inspired by this song ;), thank me later! )
The phrases prevail seized between my teeth. The insignificant sentiment of gloom tugging at my heartstrings, as I could sense it in my gut that this should never have transpired. The sensation of stigma.
“Levi, what’s…this between us?” I implored, as I feel my heart quivering, snug with maniac luck, longing for it to get what it craved for once.
His grey eyes moon-lit, gaze burning directly through my solitary presence, thundering my soul down in brilliant silence. He looked like a heinous paragon of virtue – artfulness of divinity but with diabolical excellence that hinted at the unspoken wickedness.
He continued staring at me, conveying a sweet-faded laugh. His laugh. A hymn, a metaphor I’ve been trying to jot down for years. Indefinite contours of his lips, a lascivious propensity to kiss me - I can feel. Eyes of conflagration, varnished in the multitude of moonlight’s glimmer. Moonlight kissing dots on his skin, flickering it with ripening extensions.
I gazed at the delicate ripple of his supple chest muscles as his body slowly collided with mine. His body, flecked with scars, was a predicament of near misses and negligences he would never make again.
“Nothing,” he resolved - voice modulated. Our hearts overflowing in our eyes, skin burning and hands grazing side by side, the vortex of desire tearing us inside.
Before I could even entirely proceed his intent, he pulled me by the back of my neck as his blossom-soft lips fell onto mine, deepening in the kiss lustfully, yearningly, yet passionately. And he was right, there was nothing between us, nothing between our lips - not even air.
I adored the essence of colliding figures, of breathless sweet-faded moans that pleaded for love in a manner that phrases never could; in a way we were never prepared to convey it to each other. Worshiping with a love beyond confessing; love as tender as a bullet wound; leaving you with a quiver like pleasure, eradicating you vacated as martyrs; but adored like saints.
I will never forget the way his hair laid tousled on his head, the way our sweats wavered on our feverish bodies, or the way he whimpered ever so softly that night, “Thank you for loving me while I still taste of heartache and war,“
Yet I never would have reckoned there would be havoc in loving, until I met him. Until our paths collided. I never would have thought that grey eyes could wield so much darkness that it perceives scanning them swallows you whole. His eyes told me tales of never-ending battles, formidable beginnings, and relinquished endings; where every porter was inhaling with hue.
But at that moment I knew, I was there. I saw the great void in his soul, and he saw in mine.
On that sharp and bitter dusk, the night before wake of Paradis’ ambush on Marley, the flickering storm culminated, my heart never felt softer. Flame - he kindled. All the stars and spaces in between, the hues and rhythms of him I could finally discern. It was always him. He has set everything around me on fire, but yet, never let a flame touch me. I fell apart deliberately as he delicately pieced me back together in a candy unconfused reverie, confessing me persuades which he didn’t intend to fulfill but were ameliorating regardless. I was yearning for winter-whittled affliction within my bones that consumes me from inside out. I craved to reach in and clutch onto it and never let go.
Not one utterance which I could portray it all. From the initial eternities, after we collided, through remembrances, from the way we loved and, in the ways, we shattered each other. It couldn’t be undone. I’ve glimpsed what love looks like thanks to him. Its magnificence, its lost crusade. I was meandering in its euphoria and bliss, drowning in its exhilaration and ecstasy. And in the end, it was a lost battle.
On the paths of roses where we were joyous, in between cups of tea full of our smiles and too bitter to drink off - and amongst the rows of heavy expressions that I wanted but could not declare; one last, I love you.
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