So I joked on tumblr and AO3 about writing a spin-off. And then it happened.
The prologue is a bit sad, but I promise generous amounts of crack and ghost sex in the future.
I can't believe I'm actually writing this. I guess ghost!Eren/ex-assassin-math-teacher!Levi was really something I considered very seriously for a moment when writing the main fic.
Levi did what had to be done. His own actions flashed before his eyes as if he wasn't the one moving his limbs. He sat on the bed where Eren was sleeping, simply staring at the boy.
Picture perfect innocence, all worries gone from his features. 15 years old. Some baby fat was still present on his face while the faint promise of high cheekbones should've made him into a handsome young man. He brushed the soft hair out of Eren's face before leaning into press his lips against the warm forehead chastely in a silent apology to both Eren and himself.
The rest was a blur. Carrying him to the car, injecting the boy with heroin, waiting for his heart to stop, silence ringing in his ears. Leaving him to rot in a shady alley. Levi lingered at the lifeless body for longer than needed. He felt like he had killed the last part of himself that he deemed worthy along with the boy - the part that was still a breathing, feeling human being.
Levi refused to cry, even if he knew that he wouldn't be getting Eren out of his head anytime soon and that he would pay for the consequences for the rest of his life, just not in a jail cell. His only straw left to hold onto was that the boy would've died at the hands of someone else and they might not have been as gentle. If you could call cold blooded murder gentle.
He called Erwin once the job was done. The man had picked up despite it was 4am. Levi announced that the hit had been successful and that he was quitting.
Once Erwin found out that Eren Jaeger was fifteen years of age, he felt guilty. Yet there was nothing that could be done, so he didn't apologize to his most trustful employee.
Instead he got him a spot at the local high school after providing the needed documents so he could teach.
In the back of his mind, Levi had expected, almost wanted for Eren to come back to haunt him, plague him with nightmares, but nothing happened.
A month later he was officially a math teacher. He taught only the senior year students as the rest were insufferable. The kids had a decent amount of respect for him, based on fear of the short man's icy glares.
Levi welcomed the numbness of routine and shitty television shows into his life with open arms.
Three months passed. That was when he had first picked his phone up with the intention to contact Erwin. The man had left him numerous text messages, some voicemails and calls all of which Levi had promptly ignored. He said he was doing fine, not sinking into alcoholism, which was what Erwin had feared, knowing Levi's past.
Levi asked about the whereabouts of Eren's grave.
He visited once and left white roses at the foot of the plain, dull gravestone. He didn't know why, Levi wasn't trying to find peace or closure of some kind.
He was afraid of forgetting Eren's face, of locking the memory too far away.
Three months. That's what it took for his life to take a turn for the unexpected yet again, but it would take him a while to even realize it.
Eren was aware of his own name and the fact he was dead. There was only one other memory in his mind.
As if gazing at the scene from above, he saw a serious looking black-haired man sitting on the bed where Eren slept. A sad, barely there smile tugged at the man's lips before he leaned over the resting body and planted a kiss on his forehead.
At that moment, Eren had felt warmth blossom in his chest and it felt like his heart was about to burst from hammering so hard. That was when he had realized that there was no heartbeat at all, just glowing, melancholic warmth enveloping his being.
This man was definitely related to his death, he could feel it. He didn't want to move on, away from whoever he was, away from himself.
Eren had to find him.
Instead he became stuck. He couldn't go anywhere at all, as if he was chained to his own slowly decaying body.
Three months passed.
Eren finally saw him. And suddenly he was free to go, wherever he pleased.
He chose to follow the man. If only he could feel the same warmth again, he could feel alive again. That was all Eren wanted.
Upon finally facing the man from his only remaining memory, knowing about the circumstances of his own death became secondary.
For now, Levi was oblivious to what had followed him home from the cemetery that day.