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full circle (Levi x Reader)

•angst w/ a happy goodish ending

•major cannon spoilers! If you haven’t finished aot I suggest not reading this yet !

•also not proofread, maybe tmr it’s like 3am :’)

Anyways thank you guys!!

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Fight like you had nothing to lose.

That's how you'd always operated, so did he.

You two were one in the same. So similar, that it took you years to finally get along. You both grew up in similar situations— depressing ones at that. There wasn't a lot different about the way you two functioned.

Closed off and guarded, here to do one job only as precisely as possible.

That was, until you both entered each other’s lives.

Not in the sense you didn’t know one another before. No, you two had been bossing brats around for years.

You told yourself it was easier that way—to act as if everyone was already gone, not having to worry about future losses.

But Levi never did enter your life, truly, until you grew closer to him.

And when he did, you realized this time, you wouldn’t be able to push him away.

It started with the small talks late at night. The both of you tiredly bumping into one another in the kitchen–one of you already making tea and begrudgingly offering the other some.

Then, it was when Eren came.

You walked outside one night, the air cool against your thin jacket. But you needed to get a breather, get away from all the confusion of Eren’s existence.

That’s when you saw Levi, up against the stables wall. He looked just as tired as you, arms tightly crossed against his chest, eyes flickering in your direction.

That night was the first night, that you knew you were starting to care.

It was the scariest feeling you’d felt in a long time. Because- well really, it was probably the most you’d felt in all your adult years.

The months that followed, only bloomed that feeling more.

What started off as care for a colleague, turned into something deeper, something more intoxicating. You weren’t sure if that was love you were feeling, because you had nothing to compare it to. But it was much more impactful than plain affection.

You could tell, he was just as confused with himself too.

He’d stumble on his words sometimes, coughing it off and blaming it on the cold. Or when you’d walk to the kitchen late at night, he’d be sitting there with a mug already brewed for you. A splash of milk and sugar, too sweet for his taste and exactly how you’d liked it.

They were small gestures, but you knew they only extended to you.

You both had no direction, no clear navigation. Neither childhood had any sense of familial roots or care to look back at. So what you both were experiencing felt all too new—or maybe just so locked away, you’d forgotten it was there.

You two lacked some serious emotionally stability. What everyone saw as mysterious and cold—was really more awkwardness and avoidance than anything.

The slow pace—the patience, all of it, nurtured the feelings. it gave the proper growth to parts of you that were depleted and hollow.

For the first time, you both weren’t so independent.

Many would never see it like this. Human connections were normal, emotionally dependency was a common part of nature. Some would argue close connections thrived a person, not deter them.

But the both of you took this as a sign of vulnerability, of weakness.

If anyone knew what you both felt for each other, they’d use it to an advantage, ruin it, and take it away.

So you made the riskiest decision you had in a long time, and instead of pushing each other away, you grew even closer.

No on had to know, but you sure as hell weren’t breaking away from each other. Not after you’d both realized how desperately alone you’d both been.

Late night tea talks would be followed up by the two of you in his room. Sometimes you’d lay on his bed, having pointless conversations about the meaning of life that kept you up for far too long. Or sometimes, it would be quiet kisses down your neck, hushed moans between your shaky breaths as you both felt the feelings you shared.

It went unnoticed for a long time.

But all things had to come to an end, and secrecy had its limits.

Hange was the first to notice. Too observant and smart for her own good, she would notice all of it. The glances you shared, the small touches when you passed by one another.

But what really confirmed it, was when she saw, once- just once, Levi crack a small smile.

It didn’t take long until she was following you both around like a lost dog. You’d both try and ignore the teasing, but the way she hummed them with cackling laughter made you crack.

It wasn’t long before one afternoon, Levi snapped, finally responding to her taunts.

He’d turned around to face her after she’d followed you two around the practice yard.

“Dammit Hange, how many times do I have to inform you? We’re outside together, not reenacting a romance novel.” He bit back a scoff, turning back around. “Forget it, I waste time trying to explain things to you.”

“Whattt!” She put a hand over her mouth, fawning the fake surprise. “Who said anything about romance? Ooo, are you outing yourselves already?” She giggled, jumping excitingly behind you.

“I’m gonna shove one of those glass science tubes up your-“

“No, break one of her liquid saliva samples from Eren, that’s worse.” You mumbled, an annoyed groan leaving your lips.

You heard a small gasp from behind you, followed by a whine.

“Guyyyys, come on! I won’t tell anyone! I’ve always been a sucker for the dark and brooding types finding happiness.”

“Well if you want us to be happy, tell everyone we hate each other.” Levi grumbled, rolling his eyes at her dramatics.

There was a pause.

“…Wait a minute, Levi. Are you implying there’s something between you? You don’t actually hate each other?” She squealed, voice pitching higher as she pointed a figure at him. “Ohmygosh! I got you! Right there! Just now!”

“Alright.” You turned to face her, grabbing her shoulders to contain her jitters. “If I tell you we are together, will you promise not to say anything?”

She nodded excessively.

“Pinky promise, you know how serious I treat those.” She winked, extending out her pink towards you.

You sighed, locking your pinky around hers in a cold embrace.

After that, it was the three of you who knew.

Then, eventually four, because Hange couldn’t keep her mouth shut to Erwin.

“Hange.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. “I thought you said your pinky promises meant something.”

She frowned, averting her gaze from yours guiltily.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” She whined. “He asked and I just couldn’t say no. I needed someone to talk to about it with! He won’t say a peep, don’t worry okay?”

You scoffed, waving her off.

What went from care of one person, grew to two, then three.

Before you knew it, you were not only in love, but you also had friends.

The four of you would meet in Erwin’s office, playing cards with a bottle of liquor in the middle. Levi would pass it up, while the rest of you poured small glasses. The four of you all chatting more in a few hours than what you did in most days. Sometimes, Hange would bring Moblit, an extra person to talk about the scientific things you’d all pretend to understand. And even then, you enjoyed his presence too.

It was a family, small and still growing, but a family.

So when everything started to crumble, and they dwindled one by one, you remembered why you hated keeping people close.

It started with Moblit, and it hurt. But it hurt Hange more. Her laughter—the loud kind you used to hate but grew to love—dwindled. That spark she burned so fiercely with, flickered and shrank. It was noticeable, and you tried to be there for her. But it wasn’t something you could control, you knew that.

Erwin came next, and it was disgustingly painful.

So painful, there would be nights where you and Levi would sit in silence. Arms wrapped around one another, hugging each other just to remind yourselves you were both alive.

It was agonizing, but for Levi, it was worse.

The guilt he carried about the decision he made, changed him. His emotions, the ones he held such power over, seeped through his control. And you’d come to the kitchen sometimes, to see his head in his hands, soft sobs shaking his body.

The two of you from that day on, promised that no matter what, you wouldn’t lose each other.

Now, the number down by two people, card nights were quieter. But you still played them, tried to repair what was once there.

It wasn’t the same, but it was still family.

It stayed like that for awhile, the three of you dodging death.

Your guard came back down, only a little, but it did.

The three of you allowed yourselves to laugh a little louder (really just Hange, you and Levi snickering the most you could muster.) There would even be times, though all the suffering, that it didn’t feel as bad. Because you had them.

War came, and it breached your lives fast and unmerciful.

People died left and right, allies were mixing like paints. Whoever you fought with was different each day.

Through it all, you eventually found yourselves fighting your own side.

At some point, in the midst of it, you almost lost Levi.

It was an explosion from a Thunder Spear. The weapon you once magnificently praised, now the official trigger for your revenge.

It was the reminder that Zeke was a stain on the earth, a ruthless and viscous creature. The kind that killed prey—not for hunger—but just because he was a predator that could.

The relief you felt, as you reunited with Hange, was unimaginable.

You’d been told he died, and when you heard that, apart of you did too.

But finding the both of them, hidden in the forest. It was a miracle.

A gift.

He was scarred, fingers gone and definitely out of commission. But he was still there. Still the same man you grew to love, the same one who gave you feeling in this bland world.

You’d grown far enough to know it wasn’t weak when you cried Hange’s arms.

She patted your back soothingly as you cradled her, you thanking her over and over like a broken clock.

Because words couldn’t repay what she’d done, nothing truly could.

The war continued its aggressive march to ruin everyone’s lives.

Eren, continued his demise.

It was shocking when you’d first heard back then, but you kept your head high all the same. The enemy was the enemy, care extended to only so many now.

Levi—as stubborn as ever, moved even as his body pleaded against him. Nights where you’d camp, you’d wake up to the groans of him in pain as he tried to sneak out. He’d tell you he couldn’t do it, couldn’t handle not moving like he used to. He just needed to ‘walk it off’, find a way to manage the new hinderance.

You’d pull him back to bed, whispering how he’d done enough already, and kiss him until he fell asleep.

Fighting persisted, locations changed, and things seemed like they were reaching the end.

But then, three went down to two.

Holding the line for only so many minutes, was why she couldn’t be saved.

All for a damn aircraft.

Levi would hold his high ground, saluting her properly out. But you, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You were angry, angry at the loss. The loss of your family.

“No.” You grounded out, grabbing her wrist tightly. “Someone else. Not you.”

She turned her head, eyes grabbing yours as she smirked deviously.

“Dark and brooding types, you’re always the ones who care the most.” She pulls her wrist out of your grasp quickly, taking a few steps away from you. “But hey, those are my favorite people to be around too.” She whispered, winking playfully at you.

“Hange, please.” You begged, something you never did. It sounded foreign coming out of your mouth, and she gasped.

“The both of you! So out of character!” She giggled, stepping back further. “Gosh today is full of surprises!”

Then, she dwindled from this life to another. Like a shooting star in the sky, she gave it her all and then she was gone.

Then—It was the two of you again, like it had been in the beginning.

There wasn’t time to process the rest of what came. Neither of you expected to live through it either.

So you gave each other a long hug in the aircraft, thanking one another for the times you shared.

But when it all ended, and Eren was defeated. There was still the two of you.

The two of you, still stuck on earth like someone forgot to scratch your names off the list.

It was a punishment, to live with the grief. But it was a blessing too, to be here with him. Free from war, from pain, and just be with him for the rest of this life.

You’d both gotten a small house in the refugee village. Simple and stacked with tea, perfectly suited for you both.

You’d keep letters and memories of the past, of the loved ones you remembered. And you vowed to live the peaceful lives they so bravely gifted you.

You’d build a community in the town. Holding card nights every week with Levi, to show the kids how to play the best (and appropriate) games.

You’d bake for your neighbors, because you finally had the time to learn how to make a good cake. They’d all tell you how delicious they were, how much skill you had, and you bake anytime you could after that. Giving Levi cookies to pass out to families, and when they’d ask where’d he’d gotten them. He’d say, “my wife, she’s a good cook, good at kickin ass too. So don’t try and steal her recipes.”

He was still learning how to be nice. Growing up as a scout didn’t teach him that much.

Each day was quiet, and you loved it that way. Like when you and Levi would sprawl on his bed at night after dinner with the neighbors. Both of you drunk and laughing like teenagers, kissing each other sloppily like it was the first time you had.

Or when he’d come inside, drenched in the summer heat after teaching the scrawny kid how to fight. Because he’d seen him get teased too many times and it felt all too familiar. You’d walk up to him, press a kiss on his warm forehead, and whisper how proud you were to call him yours.

It was the simpler things, the new friends, and the same love that kept you going.

Because you and Levi found out how to feel, and although it hurt. You’d never regret a thing, because finally feeling brought you what you always wanted.

Family, and you’d always remember the ones who’d made that.

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