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leviraaaaaa · 1 year ago

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Hiii! Idk if you accept requests but I decided to try and ask you anyway… I’ve read an amazing fan fiction in which Levi and the reader were secretly together and the reader was his lieutenant… Sooo, could I ask a Levi x lieutenant reader were the reader gets injured while outside the walls and like, Levi can’t show he cares too much cause he’s like “cold ice captain Levi” but he’s like worried for her?

I’ve been a lil sick lately and I wanted to cheer myself up a bit… Thank youuu! ❤️❤️

Hiii, I hope you're feeling better now, love <33

Levi pulled on the reins, coming to a stop in front of Erwin.

"All back?" He asked, glancing around the scouts spread all around.

"Almost." Erwin replied, giving a slight nod of acknowledgement to Levi. "Just recovering the fallen."

This was the worst part, Levi thought. After the expeditions. People die during, that was known. But it doesn't really sink in when you're more focused on saving your own life. But after, once it's all over and time to go back, when you're wrapping your friends' remains in the white fabric, it finally hits. All that you've lost and gained almost nothing in return.

He watched the slumped figures of the survivors. They fought hard to make it out, but their faces showed no sign of relief, only guilt. Blank, empty and tired expressions. They've seen it before and yet, they never get used to it.

He stared at Petra, who was comforting a younger scout, possibly a new recruit. The latter was green, eyes red rimmed. Gunther stood by, watching the two with a grim expression.

Levi looked away. What an unpleasant sight.

But where were you?

He only realized then, why he felt so uneasy. There was a strange emptiness surrounding him but he had been too absorbed into the mission to spare much attention to it. But now in the calm after the storm, he realized it was the lack of you.

You weren't with him.

But you were always there with him. Why weren't you now?

Levi frowned. He couldn't even remember the last time he had seen you or even when you slipped away. He had just assumed you were by him, as always.

But how long had you been gone and he hadn't realized it?

"Medics!" A sharp yell jolted him out of his thoughts. "Medics over here!"

He turned around towards the sound. It was Moblit, running towards him, face scrunched up in concern. And he was holding something, something bloody, something limp, something.... someone?

And he realized when Moblit's eyes locked onto his, the usually calm man's eyes were wide, panic stricken.

In Moblit's arms were you.

And for a second he didn't move. He couldn't move.

He stared, blurred figures rushing past him towards you as Moblit laid you and your face came into view. And he could only stare, his heart going quieter..and quieter..

Time had stopped around him.

Blood pounded in his ears.

And slowly, hesitantly, he slid down his horse, and the feel of the ground beneath his feet finally kicked start his heart.

Sounds crashed to him like a wave, drowning him.

And his legs moved, unwillingly, every nerve in his body warning him to turn away, to walk away, because the sight would only confirm it.

But not you. It couldn't have been you.

You were with him, just hours ago.

It can't have been you.

Yet when he heard the sound of your name, hushed whispers coming from the crown, he knew it was you.

He finally reached the small crowd of people, they immediately backed away, parting a way at his arrival. Murmurs brushed past, but he could hardly focus on the words.

There you laid, head resting on one of the medics' lap as they tried their best to fix you, wrapping bandages hastily around your head. The grass underneath you was scarlet–with your blood, he realized. Your blood. You were bleeding. Uncontrollably. Why were you bleeding how could you be bleeding you weren't supposed to be fucking bleeding—

"Captain!" Petra's alarmed voice reached his ears and he turned his head towards her, who had her mouth covered by her hands, eyes wide. "Captain, the blood–it's too much—"

"How the hell did this even happen–" Oruo let out a curse under his breath. "Wasn't the idiot supposed to be with captain–"

Levi swallowed, fingers digging into his palm.

You were supposed to be with him.

Not wrapped in bandages. Not lying in a pool of your own blood.

And as if you had somehow heard his thoughts, you opened your eyes, just a crack. They flickered rapidly, hazy gaze frantically moving as if searching for something. And then it landed on him and a ragged sigh of relief brushed past your lips.

"...Levi?" A whisper.

And then your eyes fell shut again.

Silence fell. Levi stiffened, staring straight at your face. People were rigid and even the medics froze. Eyes bounced from your face to Levi's, whether it was just delirious ramble, the direct address to the captain had shocked everyone.

Levi didn't say anything. And even if he was surprised, his face showed no sign of it, it was as blank and expressionless as it had always been.

Not a single crack in his composure to see one of his most important soldiers lying on their deathbed.

Levi only shot a glance at one of the medics, raising a brow.

"Sir," The white clad figure hastened to speak, immediately understanding the gesture. "We stopped the bleeding. It should be alright. Though when she'd regain consciousness again.."

Levi nodded, turning on his heels and walking away, leaving the crowd gaping at him.

"Weren't they close? Friends even?" He heard soft murmurs. "He looks barely fazed."

"That's captain Levi. What did you expect?" Another hissed.

"Levi." Erwin was staring at him as he slid back up to his horse, the question clear underneath the statement.

"She'll live." Levi replied tonelessly.

"Captain."

Levi froze, snapping his head towards the familiar, familiar voice.

There you were, standing besides Hange. You only gave a slight nod while Hange grinned, waving at him.

"Look, look, Levi!" Hange beamed, pointing at you. "She's all better now, aren't you glad?"

Levi stared at you, eyes scanning your face. Dark circles framed your eyes and your face was ashened. Your head was still wrapped in bandages but it seemed you're well enough to move now, to at least be released from the hospital.

He hadn't seen you for 2 weeks.

And Levi wasn't just glad, he was fucking relieved, but his face showed no sign of it, as expressionless as ever. As if he could hardly care.

"Well, you look like shit." He said, his voice flat.

There was a glimmer of amusement behind your eyes but you bit back the grin. "Pleasure as always, captain." You replied politely.

Hange was more offended than you. They gaped at Levi, horrified. "Oi Levi," They gasped. "Can't you be nicer? Kid almost died, for walls sake."

Levi glanced at Hange, eyes blank. "Well, she's walking around just fine."

"But—" Hange protested, but he turned to you.

"You." He said, frowning.

"Yes, sir?" You asked.

"Get back to work as soon as you can. You're already lagging behind." He said, turning to leave.

"Hey—that's all you got to say?!" Hange yelled at him as he walked out of sight. "He's so weird. And rude too." They murmered, glancing at you. "I don't even know why you're in his squad. He treats you like shit. You can come join my squad you know?"

"He treats everyone like shit, Hange." You shrugged, your eyes still towards the way he left. "That's captain Levi for you."

You were walking down a corridor when a door creaked open besides you. And before you could even realize, something wrapped around your wrist, pulling you into the small dark room.

And then arms wrapped around you, trapping you in a strong embrace, almost suffocating you. You would've been scared had you not recognized his scent.

You coughed, caught off guard by the sudden grip. You lightly tapped against his arms. "Capt—Levi." You spluttered. "This is very sweet and shit, but I need air."

He let you go, but his hands still gripped your shoulders hard.

"You fucking idiot." He hissed. "How the fuck did you even get hurt?"

"You're so nice to me." You grumbled, not without a hint of affection.

"I'm serious. Do you have any fucking idea how worried I was?"

"No, sorry. I was busy being half-dead."

"Don't." He sighed, his voice returning back to his usual volume. He sounded exhausted. "Don't even joke about that."

"The broom closet? Really?" You grinned, looking around to realize what the tiny space was.

He scrunched his face. "Don't blame me." He said. "Why is Hange always following you, christ. Are you my squad member or theirs? I had to wait all fucking day to get you alone."

"You really could've just called me to your office—"

"With the brats piping in every 10 seconds? There's no privacy in this damn facility." He huffed.

The darkness was finally starting to settle over your eyes and now that you had a better chance to look at him more carefully, you realized, he looked exhausted.

"I've been away for a few days and you look like you're about to drop dead." You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. "When's the last time you slept?"

"Guess who's fucking fault that is?"

"Awh, you couldn't sleep cause you were worried about me?" You smiled.

"Don't look so smug." He said, but didn't deny it.

"So worried, but you didn't even visit me for all of 2 weeks I've been stuck in the hospital."

"Because you're always surrounded by people." He said exasperatedly. "Whenever I went. It's always Nanaba, or Hange. Petra."

"Yeah but, you could've just peeked by—" You said, almost sadly. "I missed you."

He sighed. "People would've talked."

You pouted. "A captain visiting his half dead lieutenant, oh the scandal."

He looked at you, noticing your expression. He frustratedly ran his hands through his hair, frowning.

"Believe me, I wanted to." He mumbled. "But I'm afraid I surely would've caused a scandal."

"Yes?" Your mouth tugged slightly, your sad face giving out.

"Don't think I could've resisted kissing the shit out of you." He sighed, face flushing at the admission. "Holy shit, I was so scared."

" 'Humanity's strongest' has questionable self-control it appears." You raised a brow.

"When it's you?" He shook his head, leaning to press his forehead against yours. And when he closed his eyes, his long lashes almost touched your face. "Walls, I'm pathetic."

You grinned, patting his head.

"Missed you." He mumbled quietly, his breathing was slow, shoulders relaxed. As if with you was the only ever time he could breathe properly.

"Missed you too." You said softly.

And for a few seconds, you two just stood there, in a peaceful silence, listening to each other breath and breathing in the presence of each other.

And then the bliss was gone.

"Has anyone seen captain Levi?" A voice floated in through the crack of the door. "He's not in his office."

"Fucking hell." Levi cursed under his breath, raising his head.

"You better go." You giggled silently, shoulders shaking. "You don't want them finding you here, do you?"

Levi cringed internally, but stood up straight, brushing his clothes. "I swear if it isn't something important..." He muttered, daekly. Then looked up at you. "As for you, drop by my office later tonight. You need to catch up on your work." He spared a glance at you.

"I assure you, captain, lots of work would be done." You grinned, giving him a mock two-finger salute.

He grimaced, but his face flushed.

"Also." He reached for the doorknob. "Next time in an expedition you leave my side, I'm breaking your fucking legs."