boyfriendLevi! who wants to get married to you as soon as possible so he can officially claim you as his and only his
boyfriendLevi! who cuddles you when you have period cramps because he knows you like them
boyfriendLevi! who gets protective of you because he is scared of loosing you
boyfriendLevi! who immediately cancels work if you get the slightest fever- You're his most important priority
boyfriendLevi! who has stocked up the freezer with your favourite ice cream as you crave it at the most randomest times - he would still go through hell for it as it makes you happy-
boyfriendLevi! who loves your scent especially when you're fresh out of the shower
boyfriendLevi! who has zero tolerance for people who are shitty to you he'll make their life hell for trying to wipe off that dazzling smile of your face
boyfriendLevi! who will watch a movie whilst staring at your expressions because they are so amusing and cute
cw: violence depicted, suicide, cults, crime, etc.
read at your own risk.
It is now 2:40 in the morning, you can hear the strong wind whistling as loud as the cars drive past and the branch of the tree on your front porch banging on your window for the past hour. Maybe that’s what's keeping you awake, or maybe it’s everything else that has been going on preventing you from sleeping.
Nevertheless, you sit up and push your blanket aside, turning on the old lamp that barely lights up the entirety of the room.
You sat down cross-legged on the floor and looked over at the box of your mother’s belongings again, scrutinizing more desperately, pushing stacks of old medical records and yellowing photos. The smell of old paper and your mothers scent lingers, like she never even left.
Then your hand brushes something thin, it feels crisp and old, it is wedged between the cardboard and the bottom of the box, very easy to miss. You pull it out slowly, and your breath catches your throat.
It was a makeshift booklet. No cover. Just a small stack of aged, yellow paper folded in half and held together by two staples along the spine. The first page is blank except for a date that looked like it was written in a hurry, uneven scrawl.
March 12, 1998
I told her I’d wait for her. I always do.
She doesn’t know what’s happening, she doesn’t understand any of it, and I’d be damned if I let her.
I should’ve stopped Grisha. I should’ve seen what they were doing to him, what they were doing to the rest of them.
Everyday I see eyes on my daughter, on me, they wait, and just when I thought I could get her away, when I thought I could protect her, was when they’d come after her.
If I am not here to protect her, or if something happens tonight, just know that I tried to leave, but he made sure I never could.
You closed the booklet in confusion, noticing the sun already out when peering out into the window.
The timeline, this was the day of your mothers death. She wrote this when she set you out for scratch cards but why? Who is ‘he’? How was Levi arrested so quickly?
And why would the police arrest someone across the country without airtight proof?
You stood up from the floor and grabbed your jacket and keys before going to the police station.
All you could think about during the drive was how no stories were matching, the police stated one thing, Levi, Eren, and your mother stating the other.
As you arrived at the station you grabbed your ID and tapped inside, you made sure you went unnoticed before going into the station's archives.
The room was cold. The concrete walls and the old flickering overhead lights show that no one has been down here in a long time, everything looked run down and was starting to rust, it was an archive after all, no one pays attention to these things anymore.
You grabbed an old evidence file from 1998, fingers grazing over the worn label marked Avon / Lange Case.
You flipped it open.
Incident reports, photocopied photographs, photos of the crime scene, a picture of you, the wall, and your mother. But something was off.
There was no source of a witness statement – none. It was listed in the log summary, referenced twice in the officer’s notes, but the actual statement was gone. Fully redacted or never even included at all. Either someone made a mistake, or someone made sure it disappeared.
As you stare down the hollow spot where the statement should be, your fingers tremble as what you touch freezes you in your spot entirely.
Tucked behind a brittle folder divider is a picture of you, as a child, leaving your home to buy scratchcards.
The image is grainy, but it was clearly taken in a rush. You’re frozen mid-step, your backpack slightly open, holding crumpled dollar bills in your fist. The timestamp in the bottom corner reads exactly when your mother sent you out.
But that’s not what makes your stomach turn.
It was taken from inside of the house, a window from a room where your mother was obviously not in. Someone else was in there.
Your breath hitches in a rampant and scared hurry as you shove the photo in your pocket, but before you could close the drawer and the folder shut, something else catches your eye. Another folder marked “Confidential – Internal Use Only.” the folder being stamped multiple times with red ink: RESTRICTED.
You flip it open anyway.
It was a memo, from March 14, 1998. Just a couple of days after your mothers death.
To: A/Captain Erwin Smith
Commanding Officer
From: Lieutenant Reiner Braun #3498
Investigative Services Department
Date: March 14, 1998
Subject: Immediate Suspect
During the investigation conducted by Avon PD on Thursday, 3/14/1998, at 235 6th Blvd. Suspect Levi Ackerman is to remain in state federal custody under sealed charges. While initial findings seem to confirm that he was not present at the residence at the time of the incident, he is still listed as the primary suspect for public records.
Cease all field surveillance immediately. No further interviews permitted. The case of Avon/Lange is to be marked CLOSED for all non-essential personnel. Contact with Subject E. Yeager to be monitored and watched closely. Destroy all duplicates of this case. This is not a request.
And with that, you shove everything you could gather inside your jacket and run to the closest remnant of your past that you have never stopped running from. Levi.
cw: violence depicted, suicide, cults, crime, etc.
read at your own risk.
The rest of the drive goes by filled with agitation. The closer you get to the station, the more you feel anxious. The need to see him, the need to know more about your mother, and everything else was enough to drive you insane.
“I have a scheduled appointment with Levi Ackerman today.” You tell the receptionist, who looks at you with a monotone but apologetic look. You can almost convince yourself that she was sincere.
“Mr. Ackerman is currently occupied with a visitor, but I will let you know once your session with him can begin.”
You don’t even bother to muse up a reply and peek through the door that Levi is in. He’s with a man, much older than the both of you. You can only surmise what they are speaking about but you can guarantee it is good enough to leave a satisfied impression on Levi’s face right after.
The look on his face says it all, it looks like whatever that man has said to him made him feel relieved. The individual leaves the room with a pleased look on his face as he fixes his attire and steps out of the station.
You stepped into the conference room feeling the exact same disconcerted feeling you felt when you first met Levi. You aren’t exactly sure as to why you’d feel this way but you do. It feels different, almost as if there’s a glimmer of hope in you. You needed to fill that void.
“Who was that?”
“My lawyer.”
You peer up at Levi as he takes your hand to shake. He never misses to kiss your hand right after as always, over the past few meetings he has never failed to touch you at least once or twice in every one of them. It has become habitual, it came as a shock to you the first time but you’ve learned to tolerate it. Sometimes you even expect him to do it and he smiles smugly just by having the thought of treating you with respect.
Something tells you he’s in a much better mood than he normally is. Regardless, the thought of asking him what it was about left your mind as you bombarded him with countless pieces of information about the death of Grisha, how Eren explained to you about the cult and how it came to be, and how Levi has avoided and disagreed with his uncle despite ending up as a criminal. Something tells you that this series of unfortunate events are all tied together but you don’t wish to swarm him with information any longer.
Your job is to distinguish him from other criminals, to know the roots of his ventures and the intricacies of his mind. To be able to understand how he thinks, how he feels, and how he acts. You’re not here to solve a crime , you thought to yourself. But you can’t help it. You chose to study him for a reason and that reason being your mother.
Levi looks taken aback by the splurge of details you just gave him and he changes his expression from satisfied to a deadpan one. His features darken and he looks at you with nothing but coldness. The change was so quick you could barely catch onto it happening.
For a moment you were still, you didn’t want to move in case he spontaneously makes an attempt to hurt you. Much to your dismay, he was handcuffed to the table this time. But you didn’t want to risk anything.
“Don’t speak to him again, Ms. Lange. Do you understand?”
You scoff at him as if you’d ever stop speaking to the only one giving you information-
“He’s a part of it [the cult], everything he told you was the truth. But that was for the sole purpose of having you come back, he’s using the same information to bring you in.” His voice stops you from thinking any further.
You scoff to yourself and he notices the disbelief in your face. You know the reason why you got this job in the first place, nobody is able to manipulate you. You’re not gullible, not even your patients could trick you.
His expression changes again, but this time he looks anxious. He starts jittering, telling you that he doesn’t want to be restrained. You can see it on his face, he is evidently stressed but can’t seem to find the words to express it.
For a brief moment, you believe what he tells you, just by the look on his face.
“I won’t speak to him.” You lie. He stops tensing, the bouncing of his knees has come to a gradual decrease. He’s calm and that eases you.
“Eren also mentioned that he was with you the day you were arrested, correct? And that concludes that you weren’t there to kill my mother?”
“Correct.” He points out, his regular demeanor making its way back to him. Levi’s emotions change rather quickly and you’ve never seen him in this state before, with this type of behavior you can quickly gather that there’s a lot more than what he’s letting on.
Your mind instantly goes back to Eren. A part of you fears what might happen the next time you pay him a visit. So you settle to believe the man in front of you.
“The man that visited you not too long ago, what was it about?” The thought finally crosses your mind.
“A case for a possible frameup that has been ongoing for years. He’s planning to get me out of jail, Ms. Lange.” He says coolly, sounding proud of the conversation as he recalls it.
“How do you know that’s going to work?”
“I don’t. You’re just gonna have to take my word for it.” He whispers to you, leaning his body forward just a little bit in order to close the proximity. You roll your eyes in disgust and he laughs just a little. The atmosphere was enough to unsettle you and you felt comfortable. It’s not like Levi is a terrible person, his actions towards people don’t make up for it either. But when he tells you that he never committed any of the murders from your mother to his other victims makes you doubt the truth.
Maybe he is telling the true story. Maybe Levi isn’t the one who you should be fighting all along.
“We’re only a couple of years apart, Ms. Lange. I wouldn’t be capable of doing such a thing at a young age.”
I don’t know what you’re capable of.” You retort back to him. You stand up crossing your arms as you lean towards him to scrutinize, it’s your turn now. With your full acknowledgment, your white button-up has been slightly disheveled. You knowingly left a few buttons open that were enough to show your cleavage, knowing well you wanted him to look. Not even hesitation prevented him from knowing that this was the only invitation he needed to make him pry a look or two.
And of course, he took his opportunity and used it. It was very obvious. Obvious enough to the point where he closes the proximity between the both of you once more so quickly that it catches you off-guard. He caught your scent and it matches you perfectly. Self-willed and full of ambition, it’s what he found so attractive in a woman like you. The atmosphere is intense but not as much as a word came out of his mouth.
He turned his head back whilst groaning. He looked at you once more and gave you half a smile. You thought it was the most attractive part of him, his smirk. The way he’d speak so coolly and how his eyes never leave yours. It was the look you’d always expect him to give you. It’s his way of signifying the need of wanting his hands on you. Both desperate and demanding.
You never thought he’d have you feeling this way. Such emotions you feel for this ordeal are so raw it’s unfathomable. But good or not, you don’t know what he’s capable of. The thought of that alone is enough to excite you.
You refused the idea of toying with him, knowing full well that this could threaten your career. But where’s the fun in that?
