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The Corpse Groom | Undead!Levi x Reader AU! Part 8

Parte 8

Le marié cadavre 

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- The beautiful solid blue of the sky, outstretched, never ending. This was what you were thinking in the back of your mind, whilst being guided by none other than, your supposed fiance, Eren. Rays of sunlight reflected off of the strands in his hair, causing the deep brown to have a sleek red sheen. Your eyes trailed down his covered arm, to the place where he had linked the two of your hands together. It was then you realized he was undeniably warm; his grip firm yet gentle. Your next study was his legs, cloaked in perfectly ironed trousers. The bending of his legs, the sound of the soles of his feet pushing the grass out of the way. The sound of him inhaling broke your focus, causing you to tense up a bit and squeeze onto his hand. He turned around, facing you with a gorgeous smile, “Shall we sit, milady?” he said, almost mockingly, a hint of refrained laughter in his tone. You only nodded, taking in the many teal, blue, and green hues swirled together in his eyes. With a chuckle, he kneeled down to sit cross-legged, pulling you down as well. You fell onto your knees with a yelp, other hand reaching to hold onto his shoulder. You opened your eyes from a wince, only to see just how close you were. His expression was calm yet a serious aura was about him. You expected that, since a soldier never fell out of his habits. You couldn’t help but feel that if you were to become involved with him in the future, there would always be a wall or boundary hiding and restricting his emotions. He began to reach up, and just as you could feel the warmth radiating from the palm of his hand, a harsh gust of wind blew from the depths between the trees; almost as if it was a terrifying warning. You leaned back from him, only to nuzzle into his side, waiting for the leaves that had fallen from the trees to subside their battle against each other, yet it just wouldn’t stop. Eren looked down at you with a worried expression when you began trembling in fear; his eyes hardened as his instinct to protect kicked into action, he turned over, putting a hand at the back of your neck, pushing your face to his collarbone before holding you close, and lifting you up with his other arm at the bend of your knees. He jogged towards the house, the wind only becoming stronger. You wrap your arms around his neck and peeked over his shoulder, noticing an angered Levi with his fist planted firmly against the tree beside him, “Mine…” he shouted inside of your head, causing you to look away and allow yourself to be taken further and further away from him. When you awoke, you were startled to even know that you had been asleep. You looked around frantically, only to be surrounded by the comfort of your own room, and the form of the gentle boy sitting in your window seat, leering at the sight of what was outside. He seemed to be very troubled, but all you could do was study the curve of his brow, and his majestic essence. It was hard to believe someone so beautiful could look so torn and tattered, that someone so young could change into something so frightening. You hadn’t even been conscious of the smile that had spread nicely on your face. He turned his attention towards you, with this your happiness faded, as he twiddled the small mysterious ring in his fingers. “Where did you get this?” His voice was accusing and serious, no sign of the gentle boy you had only wished you’d kissed earlier. He stood, walking to tower over you as you cowered under your covers, “I-It is mine.” “No it’s not,” he fired almost immediately, “This was the wedding ring of a deceased comrade of mine. I know this, because there is no other like it.” Now it was your turn to wear a scowl on your face, your cheeks becoming red slightly in anger, “That fallen comrade of yours, is obviously my ancestor, it only seems right to own something of your family’s, doesn’t it?” “You were carelessly wearing it on your marital finger as if you were already married, not only that, but I know as a matter of fact that Levi Ackerman who was betrothed to the woman this was to belong to, had this in his possession before the tragedy took place.” He dragged a wooden chair across the floor, causing an eerie screech to echo in the room, “Now, I will ask you again, where did you get this?” All of a sudden it clicked, he was suspicious of you. Remembering what Christa had told you, about no one knowing what had happened to Levi. And now you had one of the things that belonged to said man, while one of his subordinates sat at your bedside, an angry titan-shifter at that. “You wouldn’t believe me,” you stated, confidence and slight rage in your voice as you crossed your arms in defiance, “Enlighten me,” he said stubbornly in a way that irritated you even more… why did it have to become like this between the two of you? “Fine then. He gave it to me.” “He? By whom do you mean, ‘he’?” He leaned in, anticipation apparent, “Levi.” He sat there for a good few seconds before scoffing at you and sitting back in his chair, massaging his temple with the sides of his fingers, letting out a chuckle, “Levi? As in the Levi that is dead? As in my upperclassman?” His laughter only escalated, yet it stopped completely when you leaped out of bed and snatched the piece of jewellry from him, bolting out the door. It wasn’t until you go to the top of the stairs that you heard his rushed footsteps bound after you. The front door blew open, dangerously smacking against the wall; your coat and scarf swooped off of their hanging places in time for you to catch them and quickly jump over the front steps. The iron gate unlatched and opened for you, slamming shut in attempt to slow your pursuer down, but he just leapt over it and continued to chase after you. You felt tears well up in the corners of your eyes, knowing that you would surely be caught by this agile soldier. But your thoughts were quickly proven wrong, when you heard another puff of wind coming towards you, but avoiding your form, and pushing against Eren. You kept going with your newfound hope, and directly into the odd comfort of the last place on earth you’d have found refuge in.

PART 8 AFTER BEING MIA FOREVER!! I am sorry for being gone for so long!! Here is an update that you have probably already died waiting for, (if anyone is still interested). Your sweet moment with Eren was ruined when he got all hostile... but what will happen now... was Levi protecting you? Part 9 coming... when it comes ~~~~~~~~~~ I own the plot apart from the parts where the story "Corpse Bride" is used, ©Tim Burton I don't own the AOT characters nor the characteristics, ©HajimeIsayama I don't own you, owns you, --> Y/N ©Levi Ackerman. Until next Part!  

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when its almost school holidays

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Saaaame

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Inuyasha

When you’re watching an anime like Inuyasha, and you’re on episode 55, realizing you have 112 episodes to go until the end.

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Anime and Manga Comparison

Thinking about doing something similar to a project I have recently been working on, which is simple comparisons between Manga and anime (whether it is characters or story plot...) Most posts will be of the similarities.

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Am I funny yet

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Why is this making a comeback

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Oh my god yes

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priest: you may now kiss the bri--

me: *clears throat*

priest: *sighs*

priest: you may now kiss kiss fall in love

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ごめん！！！

HELLO!!!! IT IS AUTHOR-CHAN~ WHO WENT ON AN UNANNOUNCED HIATUS!!! I AM SOOOOO SORRY!!!!  FORGIVE ME SEN/SEMPAI!!!!!!!

Levi~~~~ Credit for the artwork goes to original author, (Sadly I don’t know who.. but whoever you are, stay awesome!!!)

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The Corpse Groom | Undead!Levi x Reader | Part 7

Le marié cadavre -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --    The talk with Christa about the night before had left you shaking, and begging for her not to leave your side. She had sat at the foot of your bed, her hand resting on the covers above your thighs. When she knew you were fast asleep, she checked the locks on the windows, closing the curtains across so as to catch any trace of moonlight that dared to escape through any cracks. Finally, she dragged a cushioned chair over beside you, and sat comfortably, drifting off into a dream world of her own. ~~~~  “Y/N…” The deep voice was soothing, and echoed softly in the catacombs of your mind…  “Y/N…” You wanted to call out to them, the one who was saying your name, but you seemed oddly incapable of doing so.  “Open your eyes, Y/N.” Ah, that was why. You were seemingly unconscious. You felt the chilling skin of a hand gently lay itself on your arm, another one resting on your hand which laid on your stomach, “For me, Y/N, please!” Suddenly, you felt a boiling urge at the back of your throat… the urge to say a word. Your lips parted as you drew in a deep, fulfilling breath, and the word finally came out as a rushed gasp, “Levi!” Your eyes shot open, and said being was hovering over you, his milky skin an iridescent, dull blue. His ash mauve irises, gentle and loving. You would have widened your eyes in shock, or at least made an attempt to get up and run away, but it almost seemed as if you weren’t the one controlling your body, for your eyelids drooped in the way one’s would when facing their lover. His soft-to-the-touch fingertips touched your cheek, tilting your head to angle towards his line of sight. A small, benign smile lit up his otherwise undead features, whilst he scanned every crevice of your face so as to keep a mental picture of you in his memory. You noticed that his almost happy expression, turned to a forlorn one, as his beaming smile slowly turned straight, and then angled down; that beautiful shine in his gaze dulled as if it was switched off with the press of a button; his eyebrows arched upwards as a sign of his emotional agony. Thin lines of clear, watery liquid gathered at the bottom of his eyes, before bunching up enough to overflow, and slip elegantly down his cheeks. Your hand twitched at your side, before you knew it, you had brought it up to cup his cheek, your thumb swiping away the sorrowful tears he shed. He turned his head to nuzzle his face in your hand, giving the middle of your palm an affectionate kiss, all the while still not taking his reddened eyes off of yours.  He leaned down over you, curling his fingers around your hand so as to keep it in place, and stopping when just a centimeter remained between your noses. You let out a pitiful gasp, and realized that you, yourself, had been crying tears of your own. He managed to let a smirk sneak on his face, taking his free hand and brushing it through your hairline, then bringing it down to nudge your tears with his index finger, “My dear Y/N, I am not worthy of your tears,” he whispered weakly, moving himself downward until his chapped lips pressed delicately on your forehead, and his cracking voice whispered, “Au revoir, mon amour.” ~~~~~~  You awoke with a startled inhale, yet only the sounds of the sweet honey-like chirps of the robins outside. Rubbing your eyes, you were greeted by a slightly worried, and warmly smiling Christa, (who had already re-lit the fire, and chosen out your clothes for the day, which sat at the edge of your feet). You sat up, covering your mouth in shock, your face feeling damp, a sign of tears. It was just a dream. But how come instead of feeling frightened, you felt a deep emptiness? Christa gently tugged you from beneath the covers, and positioned your arms straight above you like a small child. You could tell by how normal she was acting, that she was trying to ignore any subject that pertained to Levi. “Goodmorning, lady Y/N,” She said smoothly, slipping your nightware up and over your head, “You slept well, I presume?” She winced, knowing that she would always ask you this, and that now wasn’t a good time to ask such a thing. She shook her head, not allowing you to even think about it before she grabbed a deep, blue velvet dress with black lace trim, beginning to put it on you, “Young master Jäger will be accompanying you today in my stead.” Your eyes widened slightly as you attempted to turn and look her in the eyes to show your shock, but instead your movement was interrupted with the violent tug of the corset strings, “P-Pardon?” You coughed out, letting out as much air as you could so Christa could secure it. Your face crumpled as you placed a delicate hand on your lower stomach while she knotted them. You twirled around once she was finished, “I-I must say that I am ill prepared to be in the company of any man, especially a young lord such as himself.”  She ignored your statement, placing two short black heels in front of you to step in. You obliged, then followed after her in protest while she began making your bed, “You can,” she finished folding over the linens, and spun around to grab your hand, yanking your reluctant form out of the room. She continued to speak while the two of you descended the stairs, “Master Jäger and you can take a walk in the garden, and have morning tea.” Her head shot up at the two of you were nearing the foot of the steps, to see that, there stood the bashful boy, in the flesh, anxiously awaiting for the time you would spend together. With that, she’d disappeared into the corridor which lead to the kitchen, and you were faced with the slight stranger, who smiled sheepishly, hands folded behind his back as he granted you a small, respectful bow, which brought heat to your cheeks, “Good day, Ms Y/N,” he held his hand out expectantly. With a mind numb, and swimming, you slipped your small hand into his, an even brighter crimson blush rising once he brought your knuckles to his soft lips, leaving a warm and lingering kiss. Something inside you throbbed painfully at the resemblance of this moment, to the one in your dreams. Yet, you snapped out of your trance once he stood up, kept your hand tightly enveloped in his, gingerly ushering you to the back of the house, inevitably towards the garden. The world around you spun as your eyes focused carefully on the partial roughness of his calloused palm. The color of his skin seemed like a dark, sweet caramel, even if the clouds had blanketed the sun for what seemed like eternity. You couldn’t help but notice just how strong he must’ve been; his broadened shoulders, and defined muscles which were easily spotted even beneath his shirt and blazer. The way he carried himself like a soldier drew you towards him, but wait. That’s right. He was a soldier. A titan-shifter. A friend to many, a comrade to others. How could someone go through all of that and still try to be a normal boy? The depressing fact that he could never be normal, made your heart yearn for him. Because with the mysteriously dazzling ring on your left marital finger,              you knew that you couldn’t be normal too.

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The Corpse Groom | Undead!Levi x Reader | Part 6.5

Le marié cadavre – – – – – – – It must've been nearing midday as you and Christa sat by the window, steaming tea in each other's hands. She took a small sip, "What do you want to know?" She asked, "To be honest, I haven't the slightest idea as to where to begin," She stated bashfully. You could tell she was definitely wishing she could avoid the topic. "I-," You sighed, "-How you met him." "I had come upon the training grounds fragile as a lamb. My only close friend was Ymir,she was very protective over me, but we still got close to the boys and created solid companion-ships. Even a some-what relationship with the corporal, who we met on the third day in. When around the corporal, to say you were intimidated was an understatement; First time we saw him, I remember we were in formation as we introduced ourselves to the elite squad of the Survey Corps, all descendants of siblings of the originals, Petral Ral II, Eld Jinn II, Oluo Bozado III, Günther Schultz III, and Levi Ackerman II. He gave everyone a death stare, and it seemed as though he hated everyone just as much as he hated the Mp's army. The boys were immature, snickering because of the corporal's height," Christa giggled lightly, "Levi sure put them in their place. Don't be deceived, what he lacked in height, he made up for in skills. As we were around him more, maybe it was just me that noticed, how alone and withdrawn he was. He must've lost someone important to him in a terrible way. But, he sure loved his black tea... I nearly saw him smile once!" She said like it was the greatest achievement.  The silence of happiness soon faded, "What... happened?" You asked, an image of this Levi forming itself in your head. "With many losses including the elite squad, it seemed as though history had repeated. Except, this time, Petra survived. The battle was over, thanks to Eren. There was a respectable period of grieving, yet afterwards, everyone in the walls rejoiced. Even Levi perked up. The entire Survey Corps was surprised to hear Petra's father give Levi his blessing." Your eyes widened, "Levi and Petra were to be married?!" You yelped out of shock, "But what went wrong?" "No matter how many times Levi would deny it, he did form a fondness over Petra. You should've seen the smile on her face when he proposed!" Christa held her cheeks, smitten with the memory, blushing, "They were to be married a week later. It got so close as to where Levi stood at the alter, dressed in-," "The finest cotton shirt, a fresh cravat, crisp black trousers, and the shiniest dress shoes." You finished her description, knowing that it was the same as what you had seen Levi in.  Christa looked over to you nervously, "Yes." A lone tear slid down her cheek, "He waited, and waited, but Petra never came. He was infuriated with her, so he stormed out of the chapel and walked into the forest." You shot your head out the window towards the trees, then flashed your eyes over to the turret of- "The Chapel Of The Dead." Christa whispered when she caught your line of sight, "With worry for the corporal, I kept close behind him, careful to not let him see me. He marched right to the middle of the clearing with one great tree in the middle." Christa stopped, her voice cracking, "It was there, he found her, by mere coincidence. Christa's head hung low, bangs covering her eyes. "Was she..." You trailed off, "She was in another man's arms." Christa turned to you, "-And dead." You furrowed your brows at the unexpected last bit, "But, how?" You asked, "I don't know," She said, "And what happened to Levi?" You asked, wondering why a man would remain all alone in the middle of the forest where his bride was murdered. Christa took in a sharp breath, "Don't you get it, Lady Y/N?" She caught your attention, looking you in the eyes once again, "Levi, is dead."  Your hand went numb and your tea cup came crashing to the ground. -- -- -- -- -- --  Christa held you tightly to her chest, "H-How is that even possible?" You nearly screamed as she hushed you, "I, I wish I knew. The only way a spirit or... what he is, can stay on earth is because he didn't find peace." "But you saw what happened!" You fired. She shook her head, "I left, seeing Petra was enough." She said, ashamed. "So no one knows how Petra died." "And, no one knows how Levi died," She finished. You lifted your head, "He's here because his case is unresolved?" You asked. Christa took a moment to think, "Well, that seems to be the reason people say the dead can still be with us, but, there is another. When they still have a purpose." "What is his purpose?" You asked as she sighed, "Levi never found the happiness everyone experiences at least once in their lives, but when he was with Petra, he was different. Yet he never acted like that around her before the engagement so,-" "He was happy... to be getting married?" "Yes. It seems so. But he never did get to." "So he's here... for a marriage," You said, "Oh, yes, but not with just any girl." "Me? Why?" You asked. "Because Petra was the one closest to him." She said, like you were supposed to understand, "But I have nothing to do with Petra, so why?" You questioned. When you said that though, Christa knowingly shook her head, "Because Petra II had a brother just like Petra the first did." She said, waiting for it to sink in. And     Then... you said something in speechless realization... "My...         father."

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The Corpse Groom | Undead!Levi x Reader | Part 6

Le marié cadavre – – – – – – –

   Christa had gotten up and walked over to the chimney to stoke the fire, "That was-," You began, "Levi. Levi Ackerman. Humanity's strongest," She mumbled, resting her chin on her knees before looking back at you and waving you over. You obliged, struggling to walk on your ankle, shuffling your feet, and sat beside her. She put a protective arm around your shoulder, "How-," Christa once more interrupted you with a sigh, "Long ago, our people lived inside of these walls just like we do now. The majority of us unaware for what was to come." You looked at her questionably, "The Titans. On an unsuspecting day, one known as the 'colossal' titan breached the outer wall, Maria." You nodded to this, "Tragedy struck as many were lost, survivors taken further in, and the younger ones trained to go into the three  divided regiments, Garrison, Military Police, and the Survey Corps. Over the years, the children chose which one they belonged... It's our history." Christa looked over to you, "Years after the Titan race was annihilated peace was brought over the lands and the world grew and flourished, until, however, five years ago." "The battle of 'Death'," You cut in. She nodded, "Our people became strong once the Titans were no more, in fact, we, the Survey Corps branch, were the strongest. After a few decades, others that settled elsewhere had forgotten the struggles and sacrifices that were made in the confines of the walls and with  their greed came jealousy, soon we had made enemies. The vast majority of the descendants of the Military Police branch turned against it's friends, and planned to overthrow us. With news of this, our army regiments were doubled in size, and trained harder. The Garrison became the wall guard, equipped with ranged weapons, the Survey Corps became everything in between, since it was quite large. Once the ground patrol part of the Survey Corps would venture outside of the walls to confront the Military Police's army, few would return. They were titled unstoppable, for reasons unknown. Hence, many of the towns-folk nicknamed them, 'The Titans." Christa solemnly gazed into the flames, "But the Military Police could not breach the walls, not even with their pesky boulders they launched. Still, our higher-ups didn't give up." She clenched her fists, "You were recruited weren't you?" You asked, "Yes," She answered, "-Along with the descendants of the great soldiers of the Survey Corps, Eren Jäger II, Connie Springer III, Sasha Braus III, Bertholdt IV, Mikasa Ackerman-Jäger VI, Ymir III, Armin Arlert VII, and Jean Kirstein III along with his brother, Marco Bodt Kirstein-," "I thought it was Marco Bodt..." You said. Christa's eyes saddened, "After the colossal titan was defeated, Jean Kirstein the first named his son after his deceased and close friend. It ran in the family for every single generation after." You smiled sadly at this, "And who else were you recruited with?" "Our superiors were Erwin Smith III, Hanji Zoë III, and-," Her breath caught,"Levi Ackerman II." She finished. "The numbers by the names... that's how many times, counting generations, they were named after their ancestors correct?"  Christa nodded, "The only two that were the first to be named after the initial elders were Eren and Levi." You looked into the fire, watching it stretch towards the opening of the chimney, until something clicked, "Wait-, Eren, Eren Jäger?!" Christa looked up at your words, "Yes. The boy you met last afternoon." "But he's so young! to have fought in the battle of Death," You started, astonished. "He's Twenty-one now, having been sixteen at the time. We had named him after Jäger the first, "Humanity's Last Hope", for he carries the Titan shifting gene."  Your throat tightened in slight fear, knowing that kind and quiet boy could turn into something extinct and deadly. "He isn't as bad as you may think he is, he has the will to fight, but he couldn't harm a fly. It's the friends he watched extinguish on the fields of battle that have changed him... made him more distant," She said. You just sat there, silent. She took your hand and enveloped it with hers, "The others had it easy, he had to live with guilt he doesn't deserve, enemies he never made, and the 'Titan-shifting' ability he never asked for."  You felt as if you wanted to cry,like there was no tomorrow, "I will leave the rest for him to tell you," She said, getting up from her seated position and walking over to the window, "Now, I must tell you about the urgent matter at hand." You faced her, face full of dread as she too looked at you with regret of the word that tumbled off of her lips. "Levi."

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The Corpse Groom | Undead!Levi x Reader | Part 5

Le marié cadavre – – – – – – –

   Looking up at him in alarm,you furrowed your eyebrows until you noticed the color of the sky behind him,

         A bright, blood orange.  You spun around in a hurry, nearly losing your balance. Your entire body jolted as something around your wrist kept you from fleeing. Your pupils angled to the corner of your eyes, it was his hand. "Where are you going?" He asked sternly, a bit of a glare in his eyes, "I-It's morning," You said, eyes darting to the direction you remembered coming from, "No, you're coming with me," He stated. "Please," You whispered softly, "No!" He snarled, his death-grip feeling like it would be the end of you. "Levi," You whimpered as you stopped your struggling in order to inch closer to him, locking your eyes with his. It seemed hard for him to focus his emotions as a collage containing anger, sadness, guilt, and annoyance danced across his face. 'Gotchya', you thought, expression hardening as you violently tugged your arm away from his, bolting forward, running and maneuvering your body around the trees. The opening was a few meters away. You could see your house, white and glowing in the early morning sunlight.   When you were nearly there, your foot caught on the hem of your dress, and you face-planted in the wet leaves.  You shuddered in pain, eyes angling to your ankle, then flashing at the pathway that lead down the small hill and to your house. A few tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you reached your hand out and slammed it into the ground, curling your fingers into the mud and pulling yourself across the forest floor. Your foot ran over the root of a tree, causing you to cry out in agony, your vision of freedom blurring as more tears were made.  'One,'    You took a deep breath, clawing at the earth,           'More,'    Your heart seemed to threaten to break out of its place behind your rib-cage,                     'Pull,'    Just as your hand attempted to pull your body out onto the soft, plush grass, your fingers failed you, and an invisible force began to pull you back into the forest, the view of your one and only home becoming smaller and smaller until it was hidden behind hundreds of trees.   Your body was limp as you lay next to the tree in the opening, defenseless. Out of the corner of your eye, the shadow of Levi kneeling at your side caused your hairs to stand on end, "Y/N, I'm sor-," Was all you heard before you were yanked up by the shoulders, face-to-face with a worried Christa, "Miss Y/N! Where have you-," Tears streamed down her face as she turned her head to look over your shoulder. Her mouth was agape, expression of fright. Her grip on your shoulders tightened as she pulled you up and lunged back into the trees.     You ran as close to her side as you could, falling behind slightly because of the burning pain in your ankle, yet the two of you stayed linked at your hands. Your eyes scanned her face, it was empty. Not blank, but empty. As if she didn't know what to feel. The crunch of the dirt path turning into rock brought you back into the reality that you were almost safe.    Christa took our a hand and shoved the gate open, paying no mind to it as it banged into the rock wall of the fence. She eagerly opened the door, pulling you inside and turning around just in time to see a pearl-white hand reaching for your sleeve. She slammed the door, frantically locking it and standing in silence.   Her electric-blue eyes bore into yours before she walked up to you, once again catching your hand in hers, and leading you up the stairs, avoiding all early house staff, and towards your room.   She swung your door into the wall, eyes searching the room harshly before bringing you over to the bed, kneeling in front of you, and searching your eyes for any sign as to how you felt. The room was quiet as the two of you processed what just happened.

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The Corpse Groom | Undead!Levi x Reader | Part 4.5

  Le marié cadavre – – – – – – –

  Suddenly, you were oddly aware of the ring you had, (received from your dream,) clenched in the palm of your hand. Holding it between your index finger and thumb, the name Levi glimmering in the light. For a moment you glared at it, next your expression changed to that of fear. You hurriedly brought back behind you, then launching to towards the night sky. As you did so, the image of the man in your dream doing the exact same moment with a bride's engagement ring replayed in your mind. You watched as the gold soared a little ways past the fence of your house, but as another gust of wind came, it was carried towards the forest yards away, as if it were a feather. Blinking so as to clear your mind of the unbelievable sight, it had drifted and then dropped, as gravity had finally worked again,into the trees. You could almost have said it flew. Out of no where, you felt filled with the overwhelming desire to go after it, the forest drawing you in, like it had a rope around your waist that it constantly tugged at. There was little to no hesitation for you to ease your bedroom door open and glide down the stair case, your hand catching a hooded maroon cloak which twirled around you as you slipped it on. And so there you were, approaching the forest, a candle-clad lantern held in one hand, marching up the dirt path that lead to your obsession. The dirt soon turned into leaved which crunched and crumbled beneath your feet as your destination became nearer. You halted just at the barrier of maples, holding your lantern before you so as to make an attempt to find the ring you so carelessly threw, without going inside. You lifted a slipper-ed foot and placed it onto the forest floor. One step after another, you found yourself easing between the trunks on either side of you. Thoughts began to fill your mind, how it couldn't get any worse. That was, until it started raining. Clutching your cloak closed with your free hand, you angled your head down so the hood could prevent you from getting soaked. Now that it was pouring, the light that emitted from the lantern was rendered useless. You had lost all hope of finding it until you stumbled upon a small clearing, with a large, ancient tree in the center, which was split nearly completely in half seemingly by a lightening strike a long time ago. For a moment, you thought you saw the glint of the ring at the foot of the old tree, your feet carrying you quickly towards it, but to your disappointment, it wasn't there. Your shoulders slumped in defeat as you closed your eyes. The snap of a twig caused you to tense, spinning around quickly, holding up your lantern but nothing moved in the shadows. "Looking for this?" A voice called behind you, causing you to jump around. In the split of the tree, rested a man wearing black trousers and dress shoes, as well as a white button-up with a tattered cravat at the neck. Near his head, a thick trench-coat hung from a branch. You stood there, silenced by shock, when did he get there? You didn't move, but instead studied the bluish-white tone of his complexion, then the menacing shadow his short onyx-black hair cast onto his face. Finally, your eyes rested on the golden ring you had been searching for, right between his bony fingers, "Tch, didn't your mother ever tell you not to stare?" he grumbled, rolling his eyes, then shifting them back to your stone-still form. You snapped back to reality, "Of course, excuse me," you bowed your head as you curtsied, then looking up at his figure, those light grey-blue eyes seemingly staring into your soul. "What is such a young brat like you doing out here in the woods at nearly midnight?" He let his leg hand off to the side of the tree, the other bent at the knee as a resting place for his arm. You thought about replying with, 'I should be asking you the same,' but... manners. "I was looking for something," you uttered, eyeing the palm of his hand where the ring rested. He studied you before tracing your gaze to his hand, "That's mine," you stated quickly. He snickered, facing you with a smug grin, it was odd because he didn't seem like he was the time to smile much, "And your name is 'Levi'?" You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, "N-No, I just-," You stopped mid-sentence as he dropped down from his perch, approaching you while holding out his left hand, fingers spread, "Put it on me." "W-why?" You pondered, then it clicked, "Oh! It's yours, isn't it?" He sighed in frustration, taking his other hand and massaging the bridge of his nose, then gave you the ring. You slowly brought the piece of jewelry to his wedding finger, stopping just before it to look up at him, confused to see a very anxious expression on his face, "Wait," you said, grabbing his attention as he flashed you a slightly annoyed glare, "What is it?!" "Nothing, it's just... this is almost like, a wedding that's all." A bright red tinted your cheeks, "It is, isn't it?" He asked, taking your wrist rather roughly to finish sliding the ring onto his finger. He looked into your eyes for a long time, tugging you closer, face inches from his. Instead of moving away, you took note on the cold that radiated from his skin, your attention caught as he cleared his throat to speak. He looked at you almost lovingly. You were too caught up in the moment to decipher the words that escaped from between his milky-white lips. He began to lean in while you were in a daze over his appearance, capturing your lips into a restrained kiss in which you secretly indulged. That is until,                  the words finally reached your ears, "I do."

[reverseharems]

The Corpse Groom | Undead!Levi x Reader | Part 4

Le marié cadavre -- -- -- -- -- -- --  As soon as you heard the voice your eyes went wide, your lips parting and your breathing stopped in fright. "I-," As soon as you attempted to speak, a violent gust of wind forced itself into your room, wrestling the flames of the fire, and blowing out the candles that were lit around the room. The curtains threatened to rip from their place as moonlight poured into the room, the wind dying down as the purple see-through curtains delicately floated back in place. You closed your eyes, relaxing against the door once more, letting out a sigh of relief. Lazily, you opened your eyes and studied the smoke that streamed upwards from the wick of a burnt-out candle on your bedside table. Out of the corner of your eyes, a shadow of a figure by the window was cast onto the floor. You snapped your head to the window, only to see no one there. Rushing over to it, you looked down towards the front yard, eyes trailing the path past the fence that went through the field and into the forest. Squinting your eyes, you could make out a glowing figure just outside the barrier of trees, yet it was too far away to see completely, but it seemed to turn to you and hold your gaze, putting out it's arm with a beckoning pointer finger. You gulped as it turned to the black abyss of the shadows, disappearing amongst the trees. The wind began to pick up again, coming from the direction of the forest, your dress flapping as you winced from the force of it. For a split second, your left hand felt extremely cold while you held it up to protect your face. The wind was gone as soon as it had come, you placed both hands on the windowsill, staring out into the night. The omniscient light of the moon reflected off of something. Funnily enough, it was your left hand, (that had felt like a block of ice just moments earlier.) You held it in front of your face, and what you saw nearly made your heart stop. Placed on your finger, Was a wedding ring you had never before seen, embedded in the middle,                        was a diamond which would make the stars in the sky jealous.

[reverseharems]

The Corpse Groom | Undead!Levi x Reader | Part 3

Le marié cadavre -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- ~Arriving At Home~ You looked back at the forest before pacing up the front steps and into the house. Taking off your own apparel, you left Christa with a shocked expression in the open doorway. You froze as your ears picked up the sound of laughter and unfamiliar voices in the living room. Taking hesitant steps forward with squinted eyes, you concentrated on the faint conversation before being stopped by a tug on your sleeve. You whipped your head around to see a slightly nervous Christa holding up a pair of house slippers, “Here,” She motioned, shoving them into your arms, “You must always have a good impression on the guests.” She smiled, but you could tell that worry swirled behind the mindfulness in those blue eyes. Looking back and forth from the slippers to Christa, you nodded slowly as if you weren't sure whether or not you agreed, sitting down on the cushioned bench, you dropped them on floor as they lightly clapped against the wood. Slipping them on, you gave Christa a halfhearted wave with a few fingers while curiously making your way to the room where the source of the noise was kept. Standing outside along the wall beside the double doors, was most of the hands-on staff, excluding the cook and chambermaids. “Good day miss Y/N! How was your picnic?” One of the maids closest to the left door asked with a grin as a drop of sweat slid down her temple. You rose your brows at the young girl, answering in a suspicious tone, “I’m… good, thank you.” She nodded as the conversation stopped midway, you awkwardly standing in front of her, eyes glancing at the door to the living room. You let out a nervous chuckle, “Well,” You gestured towards the door, “If you’d please excuse me I have some business to attend to.” Just as you reached for the handle she stepped in between the door and you. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance as you cleared your throat, giving her the fakest of smiles as she slowly began hammering at your last nerve. “SO!” You nearly shouted in an overenthusiastic manor, “How about you step aside and go get me some tea? I’m parched!” You impatiently tapped your foot, hating the fact you had to act so rude, not allowing it to show just yet, “Of course, I’ll send one of the tea-maids to make you some right away,” She stated, waving a finger at one of the girls on the end. You faced your obstacle and let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw, holding out your arm and clamping it on her shoulder, causing her to let out a small squeak in fear, you kept your eyes closed as you shoved her aside, opening the double doors violently, entering the room, opening your eyes as the talking stopped and took in the new faces. There were two main couches in the middle of the room, on one of them sat your parents, and on the other sat a man and a woman, with who you had guessed to be their son, in between them. Your eyes glazed over as you studied the group until they lingered on the boy, or man you should say. His eyes were a bright, lively turquoise. He had slightly shaggy brown hair, but you could tell that he had tried to tame it by the bit of gel visible. He sat up with mature posture, fingers entwined and resting comfortably in his lap. Wait. Your eyes found his again and you could feel heat rise in your cheeks, realizing that you had been staring at him with everyone, including him, watching. Your eyes darted to the floor, but you raised your head at the sound of your father’s voice, “Well, just in time! This is our lovely daughter, Y/N,” Your father’s eyes locked on yours with a secret message behind them, Behave! You nodded, looking over at the guests, grasping the hems of your skirt and bowing your head with a kind smile, “Pleased to meet you,” You straightened your back, “Father, what a surprise this is! You didn’t tell me we were having guests!” You flashed him a toothy smile that made the statement, I’m going to murder you for this later! Your father chuckled fakely, gesturing towards the sofa chair in view of the two sofas, which you gladly occupied, crossing your legs, looking at your father with a deadly glare as he cleared his throat, “Well… Y/N, this is Mr and Ms Jäger,” He pointed at the two individually, while your mom quickly cut in, “And, this lovely boy here is their son, Eren,” She gave you a warm smile as you noticed an odd feel between your mother and your father, they both gave off the same aura, as if they were begging you for something. Not forgetting your manners, you turned to face the family before your mother spoke again, “Such a lovely surname!” She praised, turning back to the guests as you bluntly cut in, “It means, ‘hunter’ in German mother.” You could hear Eren stifle a laugh which you smiled at him for, until you met eyes with your mother. She gave you a scary look as if to say, Don’t ruin this! Which caused you to quiet down and sink a little bit in your seat for comfort, deciding to speak, “What brings such a lovely family into our household?” You asked, still watching the careful eyes of your mother burn into your skin. The beautiful woman that was titled Eren’s mother looked at you with a genuine look of grace and a kind expression that melted your heart, “Well, I know it is a bit embarrassing for your parents to admit it, so I will take the weight of their shoulders and state that, your family expenses are slowly piling up, so they met with us to discuss a strategy to solve their problem,” She looked over to her son, placing a loving hand on his knee, “And we concluded on a solution.” You sat there, taking in all that she said, wondering where this was leading. You looked into Eren’s eyes once again, searching to see if he knew where this was going. The way he held the gaze, a bit of pink adorning the tan skin beneath his eyes, told you that he definitely did as his body stiffened slightly under the watch of your eyes. You guided your attention back to his mother, “And what, may I ask, is that solution?” You asked hesitantly, angling your head gently as she let out a small giggle, allowing one word to slip from her lips and linger in the thick air, “Marriage.”

[reverseharems]

The Corpse Groom ¬ Undead!Levi x Reader ¬ Part 2

Parte 2

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Le marié cadavre  -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

You awoke to a soft knock on your door, you’d always been a light sleeper, “Miss?” Christa said with slight question in her voice so as to ask if whether you were still asleep. A few locks of precious gold hair fell to the side as two bright blue eyes peeked in through the crack in the door. Her eyes locked with yours, after which she giddily pushed the door open with a bright heart-warming smile, “Lovely!” She stated, placing a cup of what smelled like mint tea on your bedside table. Her smooth hands carefully lifted your back up slightly so she could position the pillow vertically behind your back, “There! That seems better!” She cheered. Your eyes watched her cautiously as she walked over to the window to slide the curtains open, “Ahh, the sun’s peaking out from behind the clouds a bit this morning, how about we go on a walk after morning tea?” Christa asked, turning around to clasp her hands together at the suggestion, “That,” your eyebrows furrowed, your face scrunched up, Something’s off you thought. Looking back up at your loyal maid that was the closest you’d ever had to a best friend, you stayed silent for a moment before answering, “That would be lovely,” You finally answered, putting on a smile of your own. Christa shrieked with excitement, “Wonderful! I shall prepare a few sandwiches for us, come down when you’re ready!” She cheered, already out the door and dashing down the hallway, “Huh,” you said to yourself. It wasn’t that Christa wasn’t ever like this, she was always happy and greeted you with the brightest of smiles, but since she had been serving your family ever since childhood, you knew that something was definitely different, but it was obvious that Christa embraced it openly, so you decided not to worry about it, it must be something good. You reached over to the nightstand, wrapping your fingers around the tea cup, you slipped from the warm confines of your bed, and over to the window, tipping the soothingly warm liquid down your throat as (e/c) eyes studied nature. From upstairs, you could hear bustling ruckus coming from downstairs. Placing the tea cup on the tea saucer before placing it on a table, you curiously padded over to your door and poked your head out, squinting your eyes, attempting to listen in on the conversations, “My god! What will the poor girl think when she finds out!” You recognized the voice to be one of the chambermaids, “SHH! She should be awake by now!” Whispered another, “I wouldn't be so cold as to say ‘poor girl’, it isn't an unfortunate event! It might bring out a spark of interest for her, instead of those damned trees!” The third maid spoke. Bringing your head back into the room, you narrowed your eyes at the door, taking ahold of your tea once more, sitting in a sofa-chair by the fire-side, just before another knock was made on the door, “Miss, I brought your clothes for the day,” Mumbled the maid, who you thanked kindly and handed your empty cup. Your eyes skimmed over the fancier-than-usual (f/c) dress with a white laced collar, and lace trim around the wrists and bottom of the skirt. ~After getting dressed~ You took uneasy steps down the stairs, eyes slightly widening as maids of all sorts were running here and there all around the house like mad men. You reached the bottom, nearly getting knocked over by one of them, which they sorely apologised and went on their way. Before you could get a grasp on what was going on, Christa appeared by your side with a wicker basket in the crook of her arm, “You’ll need a scarf today Miss, it is still a bit chilly,” She spoke, “When is it not?” you stated, wrapping it around your neck and following Christa out the door, down the steps, through the gate, and finally down the familiar pathway leading to the woods. Silence surrounded the two of you. You kept questioning this morning’s events in your head, and once your lips had parted to question Christa about it, she had begun speaking, “You needn’t worry Miss Y/N,” She faced you with her blue orbs, “About the cause of all this excitement. I honestly think it is a wonderful thing, I shan’t spoil it for you, but I can promise you that you can set your mind at ease, all your questions will be answered in the afternoon when we arrive back at home,” she finished, reaching her free hand to grab yours, looking into your eyes reassuringly. You stood there until giving one confident nod, resulting in a cheerful smile from your friend as the two of you continued until just outside of the forest to have your picnic. As Christa laid out the blanket and sat the basket in the middle of it you looked into the depths of the forest, which seemed to call to you. You jumped slightly as she suddenly spoke, “Not meaning to intrude, but I was wondering why you are always so fascinated with the forest?” Christa opened the basket and took out two plates and a metal teapot. She didn’t give you time to answer, “Do you know any of the events that happened in there?” She asked, watching your face for an answer, she smiled brightly once you shook your head, “Well, how about I tell you one?” You nodded excitedly, sitting down and readying yourself, Christa looked off into the forest with solemn eyes, voice extremely serious, “There was once a man, existing not long ago, that was highly respected,” You nodded, leaning in with interest sparking in your eyes. She looked at you and chuckled lightly before resuming to the way she was before, “He had many titles given to him. Each one of them had power and strength in them, but there was one in particular, that really grabbed the heart,” She paused, “ ‘Humanity’s Strongest’.”  She seemed to smile at a memory, “He really looked like it too. He was stubborn, short, and unmistakably evil. But nothing could hide how much he secretly cared about the well being and lives of his cadets.” She took a sip of her tea, “He used to make us run laps, constantly, if we missed a spot when we were cleaning… oh! And poor Sasha, always getting the good ol’ 100 laps from sunrise to sunset, you know, I always had a feeling that he liked picking on her.” You cut in, ‘Wait, so you knew him?” Christa nodded, looking at the trees again, “Aye, I knew the man named Levi.”

[tattsunsan]

you forgot the most important one…

Beautiful (ly).

[nanazse]

☆ A White Christmas with Nagisa Hazuki ☆

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