Rain douses the district of Ehrmich. The concept of downpour still baffles herâthe abundance of water and the rumbling of thunder never did reach home.
Gliding through the back door of the building, she leaves her drenched cloak in what would have been the mudroom of the abandoned dwelling. She weaves through the stairs and dodges open windows to reach the attic.
She stills when she notices the tea set on her dining table and rolls her eyes at how the place appears slightly cleaner than she left it.
âLeave my shit alone, Levi,â she says into the deceptively empty room.
Paying no mind to the figure revealed by closing her door, she silently pads to her makeshift kitchen and picks one of the tins in her cabinet and sets it on the counter. It remains unopened from when she liberated it from some old nobleâs castle in Wall Sina.
âHere. Now, get lost.â
Unlike every time she shoos him off with his monthly tea caddy, his usually unheard footsteps follows her behind a wall of curtains into the makings of a bedroom.
She does not miss a beat and began removing wet layer after the other until she stood bare. Itâs nothing he hasnât seen before.
When sheâs covered with her nightgown, he finally speaks, âYour operation last week reached the higher ups.â
âHm. I thought theyâd have caught on months ago.â
âYou donât give the MP a lot to work with.â He sounds almost proud.
A twitch of her lip almost blooms into a smirk as she reaches for a towel. Itâs the most words theyâd spoken to each other ever since making contact last year. With the speed only she could contest, he grabs the fabric from her hand.
âLet me,â he says. She considers dropping him to the ground for invading her space.
âSit.â He gestures to the bed and she finally looks at his face when she hears the uncertainty under his command.
Levi looks more sleep-deprived and the ever present frown on his face more prominent. No one would have noticed the difference. But none of them were her.
With a huff, she relents.
When his hands sifts hrough her hair, she immediately regrets it.
Dimmer days than the storm outside trickle through a crack in her defenses. Back when light was a commodity but her heart full as he never fails to volunteer to take care of her grooming. Back to when heâd run his fingers from the base of her skull to the tips resting at her bare behind. The moments when he would ball and tangle her hair to take them both into new heights of pleasureâ
A shiver jolts her back when his fingers brushes her ear.
âThatâs enough,â she hisses and grabs the towel from his hand.
For old times sake, sheâd riffle through the needlessly stocked pantries of those rich bastards his tea. When she heard what had happened to Isa and Farlan, she allowed him to use her abode as a safe haven when the nightmares would come back after every expedition. She actively ignores the fact that he could have taken his supply without waiting for her to return every single time. When he needed information it was there for him to use to support the Scouts.
She would give him anything. But she will never surrender herself to him.
Never again.
âIâll have a new tin for you next time.â
She parts the curtains.
âLeave.â
He hesitates, hands tighten into fists before he silently makes his exit. The scent of him mixed with rain is new but familiar as he walks past her, shoulders almost colliding.
Just before the curtains close, she hears him say, âDonât get caught, Dove.â
She has half a mind to rip the heavy fabric open to see if wore the expression to match the tenderness in his voice. A scream has crawled its way to the back of her throat barred only by painfully pinching lips as she watched his shadow grow smaller. The nerve of that man to utter her once cherished name as if it hadnât fallen from grace; a once treasured endearment decrepit to a mere criminalâs moniker.
Tears of frustration choruses with the rain. She falls to a crouch begging her own body to not betray the walls she had built over the years.
Yet as she gazes down her window, her hand reaches out to the man under his umbrella as he crosses the streetâthe sight of his retreating form a recurring nightmare.
That day when he walked you down the altarâwas it any different to sending you off to your demise?
Erwin received a missive from the Military Police in the early morning. Levi arrived at Mitras in record speed, his mare at the verge of collapse when he handed the reigns to the stable hand.
The mansion was huge, bigger than the former Survey Corps Headquarters. And while he thought such a gaudy thing never suited you he was at least comforted by the fact that you had all your needs met and more. Your marriage may have been a sham to support the regiment yet he swore that a man that openly proclaimed so much admiration for you would cherish you.
âYou must be Captain Levi.â A man with a white cloth over his nose and mouth met him at the top of the stairs leading to the second story of the mansion.
Levi followed through the gilded corridor, the sound of footsteps barely eclipsing the sound of his rapidly beating heart.
The room was as lavish as the rest of the building; filled with furnitures and trinkets he would never be able to afford. At the center of it all was an expansive four-poster bed and on it was a memory that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Varying colors of bruises riddled your skin. Your once bright and eager eyes that seemed to wander to unseen lands stared up at him devoid of life. Cheeks sunken and limbs so thin, his mother may as well be lying before him again.
âThere are signs of abuse that can be dated to weeks back. Starvation and dehydration played their parts too but ultimately, her death was due to blood loss from the multiple stabs wounds she sustained.â The medical examiner sounded too clinical for Leviâs liking.
It felt like torture almostâto hear about how much you suffered. So, he held the urge to punch the man in the nose because Levi thought he deserved the punishment.
âWe tried to quickly operate on her upon her request but we couldnât save the child either.â
A ringing began to grow in Leviâs ears. Bile started to gather up his throat. He could barely register the words âescapeâ, âfightâ, and âself-defenseâ coming from the medical examinerâs mouth but it was enough to form a gruesome story that had the captain spilling his guts at the foot of the bed.
The thought of you starting the family you always wanted and he could never give you was a balm that soothed his loneliness and bitter days.
He didnât hear the doors closing as he was left alone to drown in his retch and vicious sobs.
Hours later, a maid silently slipped a tray carrying a jug of water, a glass, and a stringed, pile of letters beside where he knelt holding your hand at the side of the bed.
When he has exhausted himself from crying, Levi helped himself to the lettersâall of them were addressed to him.
He opened the one dated on the day of your wedding. Not even half-way through he drops it on the floor and shakily stands up ignoring the numbness in his knees.
For the first time since he came into the room, he spots the bundle by your side.
He strides to the opposite side of the bed, legs heavy as if he was weaving through muck. Hand seasoned with battle trembling when he reached over to pull the fabric open.
The almost translucent skin doesnât take away from the softness of the babe. If his fingers didnât feel the coldness of the infantâs cheeks, he wouldâve mistaken it to be peacefully asleep.
Fresh tears stained the swaddle as he lifted the unmoving bundle to his chest.
Levi thought your long hair was impractical as a soldier in the Survey Corps. Even though you always kept it in a neat braided updo during training and expeditions, he doubts itâs an easy task. Thereâs also the fact that hair fall sounds like hell for a clean freak like himâhe shivers imagining the shower drains after your turn.
He shuts up about it when he finally witnesses your skills with the ODM. You were a decent soldier at the HQ but an even better titan killer outside the walls.
He learns from someone(Hange) that you kept it that way since your mother adored your thick hair and taught you how to do all sorts of hair styles growing up. When she passed away after the fall of Wall Maria, your father learns to do your hair for you as you both grieve. It becomes a routine to commemorate your happy times. So, you go through the painstaking daily trouble of wrangling you hair with a brush and spending a good chunk of your hard-earned money on hair products. Itâs all worth it when you get your leave to visit your father and he happily tells you heâs been practicing with the neighborsâ kids.
After the Battle of Trost, you had no more reason to keep your hair long anymore.
Levi catches you just as you motion to slide a knife across your hair. He admonishes you for being outside after curfew but then surprises you when he offers to cut your hair.
Just before he starts to slice away, he sees the hesitation in your eyes. You talk and explain why you kept your hair long after all these years and he pretends itâs his first time hearing the story. You break down and he does a very shit job at comforting you.
âWhen you braid your hair in the morning, will it remind you of their deaths or will it remind you of their love?â He asked you.
The question felt like a slap to the face when you realize the moments of peace when your parents did your hair was one of the happiest memories you had of them. And like a fool, you were about to rid of the only reminder of those times.
Years later, Levi would visit you with your favorite flowers at hand after the war.
Heâd apologize if he didnât have enough fingers to braid your hair anymore. But ruminates that you wouldnât mind;
He was a child actor that stopped acting after performing on his only movie that was a blockbuster hit and got him nominated and win awards. After that, man dips and isnât heard of since.
Fans are surprised to see him on the IMDb page listed as a cast on the AOT TV Series.
This man has no social media whatsoever and is rarely on the internet. When seen in his cast matesâ posts, heâs usually lounging around or far in the background (non of the pictures is indicative of his height).
Manga Levi is short and in the official trailer, heâs seen as significantly shorter than the adult casts. Everyone is very satisfied and happy about it.
So, imagine everyoneâs surprise when pictures of this man in the red carpet for the premiere of the pilot reveals him taller than fucking Erwinâs actor.
The next day, behind the scenes pictures of Leviâs actor kneeling on set or his cast mates on wooden boxes so they could movie magic his height are posted.
Thereâs a recording of Erwinâs actor patting his head while heâs there kneeling with a menacing face.
Thereâs a 5 minute blooper real dedicated to Levi where the other actors would break character when shooting scenes with him because he looks so stupid. (Actual bloopers is an entire different video.)
He has specialized knee pads for filming.
Fans go crazy when Isayama(because in a perfect world heâll be directing this shit) confirms that Levi would actually be almost as tall as his actor if he didnât grow up malnourished and lacking vitamin D.
Vogue puts him on the cover and heâs kneeling in the photo(but in a seductive way).
When asked in interviews if it was a challenge to be kneeling all the time while filming, he jokingly answers âIâve had a lot of practice.â ISTG THIS MAAAAAAAAN
EVERYONE AND THEIR GAY UNCLE ARE JEALOUS OF THIS MANâS WIFE. (ofc this hunk is married with 2 kids *cough* dilf *cough*)
This man has no idea what a meme is Ă la CM style.
And since I go ahead and like giving actor au characters like an actual name so the au feels more authentic and the actor isnât just named as character they play. Iâve chosen to name Leviâs actor Dietrich.
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