Author's Note: Hi! Disclaimer. I haven't watched the seasons 1, 2, or 3 in a while so if I mess up on some details about the technicalities of a Regiment and whatnot, forgive me. I was in a rush to get to the good stuff. ;)
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The Scout Regiment had been traveling for most of the day. The mood was light-hearted, uncharacteristically so. The probability of a Titan sighting was low, seeing as the area that the Regiment was scouting had been scoped out only a few days earlier. The objective was to retrace the steps of the previous party and ensure the safety of all mapped-out bases before moving forward into uncharted territory. This was known throughout the history of Scouting missions to be easy work without any form of combat, so for the Regiment, it was almost as if they were on vacation.
You watched the Scouts from beneath your hood. You were riding in the back, and uninterested in the merriness of the crew. Your heart was heavy, for only a few hours earlier you had been told that your role in the mission would be severely - and almost embarrassingly- minimal.
"Hey, come on, it's not so bad, right?" Armin had said, clasping your shoulder. Earlier that day, you two had been standing in the corner, watching the crew check their gear. You had been holding a wooden box of perishables which you dropped implicitly on the floor. It hadn't been enough to warrant the Captain's attention. Or so you thought.
"You won't be missing out on anything, really," Armin continued. "We're just copying what the other team did a few days ago."
He meant well. You were sure that Armin didn't have a snarky bone in his body. But something about his words rubbed you the wrong way. Maybe it was that veiled sense of pity that they all felt for you. And you knew that they did. That's why they avoided your eyes and were careful not to talk about the mission around you.
"You don't know what you'll find out there," you said. "Titans could have migrated into the area since the last scouting mission."
"Oi, in what time?" Eren asked, walking past you. He adjusted the straps over his shoulders with a self-satisfied air. "There've been no traces of them anywhere. Gah, just let me get my hands on one of th-" he caught the expression on your face and fell silent. "Anyway...I have to finish packing. See you around, y/n."
Armin had squeezed your shoulder and joined the rest.
Now you rode in silence, the reigns of your horse held limp in your hands. Your eyes were trained on your Captain's back. Perhaps sensing your gaze, he turned his head ever so slightly. His silver-blue eye seemed to single you out specifically and your heart gave a stutter. You were forced to look away.
He had been the one who had delivered the gut-wrenching news. The memory was seared in your brain, as if someone had taken a flaming sword to your ego.
"Y/N," he had been standing outside of the abandoned building where the crew stored their goods. You had been elated at the fact that he was talking to you, and no one else. "You have a way with knives."
"Sir?" You looked down at the small knives fanning between your fingers. You had been practicing a trick taught to you by a friend of yours. You laughed, both delighted and humbled by the fact that he had noticed. "Yeah. I guess I do."
"Are you a good cook?"
"Captain?"
"Huh. Y/N," he said, looking away. "I have a lot to do. I'd rather not repeat myself."
Your eyebrow had twitched ever so slightly. You wished that he could be either bratty or handsome, but not both. Some days you were torn between loathing his unaffected attitude and marveling at his cold audacity. The knives hung limp between your fingers.
"I guess the quality of my cooking depends on who's asking." You jumped and covered your mouth. You hadn't meant to come off as rude but there it was. He looked back down at you, his face, as always, unreadable. Had he been offended by your comment or amused?
"Eh?" He said tonelessly. You respectfully diverted your eyes.
"What I meant to say is…I guess a hungry scout member might find my cooking excellent. A well-fed one...not so much"
"I see," he said, crossing his arms. You chanced looking up at him, but the sunlight slanting alongside his face washed out his features. Something in his tone had been different, as if he had found your little comment entertaining. "That being the case, I'm sure you'll find much enthusiasm amongst the crew."
"Captain?"
"Congratulations. You're now the camp cook."
"Uh...sir," you hurriedly stood up and made a move towards him. He stopped mid-step and shot a glance at you that was as cold as ice. And yet, there was something else there…
You looked away again and cursed your inability to look him in the eye. "If I'm cooking for the crew then how will I be able to fight a Titan if we do run across one?"
"You won't," he said simply. "The only thing you'll be using those knives for is chopping vegetables."
"Captain," you hissed, rage mounting within you. Your next words were a vehement hiss meant to dissuade him. "I'm not even that good of a cook."
"Ah? But you're excellent at wielding knives. You'll just be wielding them in the camp kitchen." He made a snipping motion with his fingers. "Go find Tzofi and Zanya in the cellar. The vegetables need washing. I want them spotless by tomorrow."
The vegetables need washing. You sniffed and spat on the ground beneath the horse's feet. Well! You'd knock his head around until it was spotless. You looked up, caught his eyes again, and hurriedly looked away. Why was he staring at you so often? For someone with your lowly position on the crew, he sure seemed fixated on you for some reason.
The Regiment came to a stop in a clearing. Levi gave the signal and the crew began to dismount. As they sifted through their bags and adjusted their ODM gear, you cleared a spot for the fire and began to set up your pots and pans. It wasn't much, Levi hated having his crew overburdened with baggage. So making do with what you had was to be a challenge.
You put your hand on your hip and surveyed your stock. You had been given the bare minimum: some celery, carrots, potatoes, as well as salted rabbit meat and peppercorns. You decided on a stew, seeing as you had no other choice but to dump everything in the shallow pot that you had been given.
You immediately set to work building a fire pit. You tried to ignore the chattering of the crew and immersed yourself in remembering every little thing that had been taught to you about making fire. Out of all of the lessons that you had been given - using your gear, wielding a weapon, running long distances - it disheartened you to think that this was the skill that you would be utilizing. A shy flame sprung from the pile of sticks and you bent down to blow it gently. Ash and debris fluttered onto your face and you reared back, grimacing.
"Try not to burn yourself," a harsh voice said from behind you. "We're relying on you to provide us with tonight's meal."
You stood up and wiped the ash from your face, succeeding in only smearing it across your cheeks. You didn't want to give Levi the satisfaction of seeing you so indisposed so you kept your back turned to him.
After a moment of implicit silence, he walked around you and sat on a large fallen branch in front of the fire pit. He crossed his legs delicately at the knee and simply watched you. You felt a cold sweat break out along your back. Something about the way that he looked at you always felt odd. His glances tended to linger a bit too long, and you wondered what he thought of you. He had been distant during your training, only ever interfering to correct you or bemoan your abilities under his breath. If he thought so low of you as to make you the camp cook, why did it always seem as if he had his eye on you? Was it appraisal? Distaste? Or could it have been…
"What's for dinner?" He asked, snapping you out of your reverie. You looked up at him and spoke without thinking.
"It's a surprise."
The whole camp had fallen quiet. The leaves could be heard rustling in the trees. Everybody was staring at you in shock and you realized that, not for the first time, you had gotten snappy with Levi.
Damn my big mouth, you thought as you braced yourself for the reprimanding that was sure to come.
"I thought I asked you about dinner. And unless you're serving up a side of sass, your answer is disappointing, y/n."
"Yeah," you said, turning your back on him and crossing your arms. You were too far into this banter, you weren't willing to give up now. Besides, what more could he do? Demote you to a lower position? "You asked, and I answered. Since you've made me cook, I am telling you your dinner options."
"Huh. And that is?"
"A surprise!"
Someone on the crew giggled. They were beginning to whisper now, and the word 'insubordination' popped up quite a few times. You should have stopped. There was nothing to gain from verbally bullying Levi. But you couldn't help it. You had always seen Levi differently. Sure, he was a hard-ass who was about as emotive as a potato but there was something about him that begged to be challenged. You couldn't keep your mouth shut and, truth be told, you loved how you felt just then. You had sparred with your careless words and won, judging by the heated silence.
You heard him stand up. You turned when he was just a few inches behind you and met his stormy gaze. There was nothing in his eyes, nothing at all. So when he reached his hand out to touch you, you instinctively flinched back. But he hadn't been reaching out to hit you. You straightened up and he slid a cold finger beneath your eye. His fingers came back sooty and he rubbed them together.
"If you're going to talk back to me," he said in a low voice that only you could hear. "You'd better do it with a clean face. We leave now," he called over his shoulder to the milling crowd. They straightened up and began to mount their horse. He looked back at you, but his expression was softer now, calculating and even a bit concerned. "You stay here. We'll be back before nightfall. If the smell of dinner doesn't reach me on my way back then I'll knock your insolent head a notch lower."
"To what?" You said with a small smile, for you could tell that you had gotten the better of him.
"It's a surprise. You like surprises, don't you, y/n?" Someone brought him his horse and he mounted it in one swift movement. He took the reigns in his hands and snapped them. He glanced back down at you with a snakish smile that caught you off guard. His eyes gleamed as he said, "I've been meaning to put someone on horse shit duty."
With that, they were off. You waved your balled fist at him and cursed his name, the sound of which was mercifully drowned out by the stampeding of the horses.
Well. That was that.
You spent the next few hours stumbling around the empty clearing. You tried your hardest to focus on cooking but you were heavily distracted. You couldn't stop thinking about Levi, specifically the words that you had exchanged. If his comments had meant to come off as threatening, they hadn't hit their mark. Instead, something about the way that he had spoken to you had come off as playful, as if you were two bratty children lobbing playground insults and threats at each other. He was Captain Levi, for God's sake, and you were supposed to be like everyone else: frightfully respectful of him. But you're weren't frightened. You were amused, and you found yourself eagerly anticipating his return. There was no way you'd be able to hold your tongue around him anymore and, repercussions be damned, you looked forward to your next opportunity to speak with him again.
But then there were other things that you looked forward to, too. Little things, like the way that his hair whipped across his face, the pitch of his voice when he gave a command, the rare gesturing made by his hands when he spoke.
Was it possible that you had fallen for him, of all people? And why him? Why not someone zealous like Eren, kind like Armin, ruthless like Mikasa? Why him?
You were humming to yourself as you stoked the fire. The stew was bubbling now and, despite your efforts, it didn't look or smell particularly appetizing. It simply looked like chunks of reddish-brown meat floating with broken down vegetable sludge...which it was.
Twigs snapped somewhere to your right, and this should have alerted you to the presence of the Titan. But you were too busy staring into the fire, thinking about Levi and the shape of his hands. But when you looked up it was too late.
Your breath caught in your throat as you saw yourself reflected in the squinted eyes of the Titan. It was a small thing with shaggy black hair that dragged in dreaded tangles around its knees. You tried to scream but your voice escaped you and you stumbled back, knocking over the pot. The Titan was grinning as it bent down and placed its hands on the ground. The earth beneath your feet rumbled and you hurriedly scrambled to your feet, just in time to get a running start before the Titan began to scamper after you. You heard nothing, you barely saw the world in front of you as you ran. Fear lent you speed as you ran, and your only thought was getting to the others before the Titan got to you!
But luck was not on your side and your foot caught beneath a twisted root snaking along the ground. You fell and tumbled into the brush as the Titan leaped over you. You could only watch in stupefied amazement as it soared over you, turning back to catch you with its gigantic eye before it crashed into the surrounding trees.
It was blocking the path that the Scouts had taken.
You stood up and began to run in the opposite direction, back towards the fire pit. You didn't want to look behind you. You could already tell by the intensity of the stench and rumbling of the ground that the Titan was gaining on you. Your only hope was that it would lose interest, or otherwise be too stupid to act on its animalistic urges.
You stopped and stood behind a gnarled tree, hoping against all hope that it wouldn't be able to spot you. You chanced a peek around the trunk and caught a glance of the Titan's ugly hyde as it moved sideways across the tree line. Its large nostrils dilated and it turned towards your direction. You hurriedly moved out of its line of sight and stared up at the skyline. The Scouts had left hours ago. Who knew when they'd be back and if it'd be in time to save you.
You covered your mouth with your hands and tried to think. Your ODM gear was lying across the clearing, on the other side of the Titan. Trying to get to it would spell your peril. And calling out for the Scouts was risky, as it would alert the Titan to your position-
A monstrous hand appeared beside you and the panting behemoth knocked away a grove of trees as if they were made of sand, leaving your right side exposed. You ducked and covered your head against the onslaught of debris as it uprooted the trees to your left. Loose bark and stones scraped your skin like shrapnel and you realized that, if you weren't eaten, you were bound to be crushed to death if the Titan decided to uproot the tree that you were standing behind.
So what to do?
The smell of something burning filled your nostrils and you peeked around the tree again. There, just beyond the Titan, was the fire that you had built for dinner. The remnants of stew in the pot had been upturned and now lay burning upon the embers.
It was a long shot, but…
"Don't think. Just do," Levi had told you once, long ago while teaching you how to aim properly.
You threw yourself into the clearing. The Titan gave a surprised grunt and but was too heavy to stop you as you ran between its legs. Your fingers closed around the largest branch sticking from the fire and you held it reverently in front of you.
The Titan wasted no time.
It crashed towards you on all fours, its hair flying wildly in the wind. You braced yourself and then ducked away just in time. You had missed your opportunity.
The beast turned around and trampled towards you again. Steady, you thought as it got closer, steady!
Its mouth opened and you jumped towards it. The fire flickered in your hand as you grabbed onto its shoulder and swung yourself onto its back. Success! But it was short-lived. The fire wriggled and threatened to go out at any minute. The movements of the Titan had generated a lot of wind which threatened the likelihood of your plan succeeding. You dug your fingers in its leathery skin and balanced the flaming branch as delicately as possible. The Titan reared up and turned in circles. You closed your eyes against your dizziness and suddenly felt very nauseated. But you had to hold on. If you faltered, you would die.
As the Titan bucked and shivered, you climbed along its shoulder until you were higher on its back. A gust of wind blew strands of its hair across your face and you gagged at the smell. But you were there now, at the nape of the neck. The knives in your pocket wouldn't get the job done but the fire - you reasoned that maybe it could weaken the skin enough to get in a good blow.
The Titan stood up and roared, and you were tossed backward. Desperately, you clung to the folds in its neck. There was so much hair! It was everywhere: blowing in your eyes and tangling along your arms. A strand of it brushed across the flaming branch and caught fire. You cursed and readjusted your hold as the creature bucked again and reached back to grab you. Its fingers bumped into the branch and knocked it out of your hand, onto the ground where it sizzled out.
"No!" You cried. "No no no!"
The creature roared as if in response. It swung its head back and forth. The strand of hair that had caught fire was beginning to ignite its entire head, and soon you were surrounded by the flames that licked the Titan's back.
You looked around, searching desperately for something, anything to aid you. You still had your knives but they weren't strong enough on their own. The fire roared.
The smell of it burning the Titan's hair stung your nose. Well! You had climbed onto the Titan's back intending to burn its neck. And you were surrounded by fire.
So. There was only one thing left to do.
You plunged your hands into a flaming mass of hair and screamed. Fire crawled along your hands and up your arms but you willed yourself to dislodge the burning mass from its roots. Quickly, so as not to give in to your body's resistance to the pain, you pressed the flaming mass against the open spot on the back of the Titan's neck.
The Titan screamed and reared up to its fullest height. Everything in you begged for you to release the flaming clot of hair but it was working: the fire in your hands was actually searing crinkling lines along the Titan's neck!
The job was done. Well, almost.
Unable to take it anymore, you flung the flaming bunch of hair away from you and reached in your pocket. But your hands were too wounded and you couldn't grab hold of your knives. The Titan threw itself onto all fours and you lurched sickeningly. You couldn't continue to hold on to it and wield your knives at the same time, and yet if you fell it would no doubt see you and eat you.
You swung your hand back around and grabbed hold of a vine-like strand of hair. Your eyes began to water as you stared at the wounded spot on the back of its neck.
You had tried. You had come so close...
An image of Levi appeared in your thoughts. In your mind's eye, he looked disappointed, but by no means hurt or troubled by your death. As the Titan roared and shifted beneath you, you imagined yourself dying and approaching Levi as a ghost. What would he say to you then?
"What a surprise," came his mocking voice, "the least you could have done was save the dinner before you died."
That was it.
It was the thought of proving yourself a worthy Scout that reanimated you. You'd show Levi, you'd show them all that you were worth more than a camp cook.
You screamed as you stuffed your hands in your pockets. The skin over your knuckles smarted and stung but you gripped your knives and drew them with a heavy hand. Smoke was everywhere now. Patches of the Titan's hair were falling out in singed tufts. You could see the crackling skin of its scalp peeling in places. Such an ugly creature bound to a horrid fate! You grabbed one of the few remaining strands of hair and pushed off the Titan's back with your feet. Using the strand as a vine, you swung yourself through the air and landed right on the nape of itss neck. It swept its large hand back to meet you, but it was not dexterous enough to reach between its shoulders.
Good. All the better for you.
You unsheathed your knives and began to slash desperately at its skin. For a brief, heart-pounding moment, it seemed as if your dull blades wouldn't be able to break the singed skin. But alas! Reddened lines were beginning to appear. You slashed and slashed and slashed, your face splattered with Titan blood. It felt as if it would take hours to break the skin to the point of fatality but you would do it, even if it took days. This was a fight that you would see through to the end. You had no other choice.
But there was a problem. Your hands were growing heavy. You panted and heaved with every swing of your armed hand, unable to stop the slowness creeping up on you. You felt as if parts of you were melting, and other parts were grinding to a halt. How long had you been attacking the Titan? Judging by the position of the moon, an hour or more must have passed.
Your eyes closed briefly and you rocked forward. You couldn't do it anymore. The fatigue was overwhelming you. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep. You could barely see what you were doing. You closed your eyes again and made one more swipe at its neck with your knife. Then, weakened to the point of no return, you let go.
You realized with a jolt that you were free falling. Desperately, you twisted around in search of something to hold. A familiar winding noise passed by above you and something suddenly ground itself into your back, stopping your fall. At first, you thought that it was a branch judging by its size but when you looked up you saw that it was Levi who had stuck his arm under you at the last possible second. He spared a single glance at you before the lines of his ODM gear went taut and the two of you were snatched through the air.
"Hold on to me," he whispered urgently. You wrapped your arms around his neck and the two of you flew through the air. He unsheathed a large blade and yelled, "MIKASA!"
She appeared as if by magic, followed by the airborne scouts. The Titan turned and began to chase after them. You and Levi were nearing its nape and you realized that he was using the other scouts as a distraction. You blacked out for a brief second and then opened your eyes just in time to see Levi strike the fatal blow across the Titan's neck. The beast lurched forward, its head snapping at an unsettling angle, and then fell simmering to the ground.
It was done. The Titan had been defeated.
The cords of Levi's ODM gear went slack and the two of you landed on the ground. The smell of burnt Titan was everywhere. It was so overwhelming that you gagged. Levi crooked his finger beneath his nose and knelt in front of you. The other Scouts had landed and were running towards the two of you with concerned expressions on their faces. You couldn't believe that the Titan had been slain, and that you had lived long enough to witness it. The thought filled you with joy and you laughed deliriously.
"Levi," you said, grabbing onto his collar and pulling him close. "You wanna know what the dinner surprise is?" You pointed at the smoldering beast. "Roasted Titan! Fresh off the grill!"
You laughed and laughed and laughed until your world went black. The last thing that you saw was your Captain, peering down at you as if you were the craziest thing that he had ever seen.
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Midnight.
You sat by the pond with your feet plunged in the cool waters. The rest of the Scouts were sitting around a bonfire further into the clearing. Dinner had been understandably delayed and Levi had taken it upon himself to redistribute the rations and cook what was left. The Titan lay dead a few feet away from the new campsite. It made you anxious, its proximity, even though you knew the beast was dead. The Scouts had hailed you with amazement and respect upon witnessing the catastrophic scene. Who would have thought that in a mission assumed to be barren of adversary, the camp cook would be the one to take on a Titan by themself?
But you didn't feel merry or jolly over the achievement. You were just tired and the burns on your skin plagued you incessantly. You shivered and wrapped a blanket tighter around your shoulders. You had gotten what you had wanted- a challenge, and a chance to prove yourself-but it didn't feel as good as you had expected. You were alone in your misery, that was until…
"Y/N."
You liked the sound of your name on his tongue. He pronounced it differently, putting an almost musical emphasis on certain syllables. You had always believed that you could tell how someone felt about you by the way that they said your name. And the way that Levi pronounced it was...kind and curious.
Your shoulders tensed. You hadn't imagined things happening quite this way when he returned. You thought there'd be another round of verbal sparring and testing his nerves, but you were weak and mellow of mood.
He sat down beside you, but you didn't look at him. "You're the worst camp cook that I've ever laid eyes on," he said. You heard the sound of clothes shifting beside you and you wondered what the hell he was doing.
"I was busy trying to take down a Titan," you hissed back. Here we go again, you thought.
"You didn't try. You did. One more strike from those knives of yours and it would have been dead. There was only a small string of skin between you and the inside Titan's neck."
His bare feet appeared beneath the water beside you. You looked over at him in surprise. He was leaning back with his hands on the grass, staring up at the moonlit sky. His boots lay discarded beside him. He flexed his slender feet beneath the clear water and you found it odd, and yet charming, that he had let his guard down around you. "Tsk. Terrible camp cook," he said, "But one hell of a soldier. Here, let me see your hands."
You obeyed wordlessly. He cradled one of your hands in his and then dipped the other beneath the surface of the water. He raised it, cupping the cool water in his hands, and gently poured it over your singed palm. You winced and then relaxed, for the coldness felt good on your wounds.
"Ah. I remember the first impression you made on me," he said, taking your other hand and repeating the process. "During training, your skills proved to be average. And I thought to myself, 'why do I feel the need to keep my eye on this one?' You had enthusiasm, but so do all of the naive."
Is a compliment coming, you wondered as he rubbed your sore hands. It didn't matter. His touch was electric and exciting. And comforting.
"And then came the day of your first mission," he continued. He had stopped washing your hands and was staring out over the pond with a faraway expression. A tiny tadpole wriggled over his pale feet and buried itself in the mossy, moonlit undergrowth beyond. "The gates opened and I saw in my crew that nervous anticipation that makes the best of us falter. But you...I saw you standing amongst a group of children. You were laughing, and accepting the gifts that they gave you. And I saw on your face that you were scared of what awaited you beyond the gates. But still, you smiled and danced with them. Light-footed. Gentle. And I thought to myself, 'well, it truly takes a different kind of strength to maintain a charitable facade in the face of peril.' Huh." He leaned back on his elbows and stared at you. You held each other's eyes for a moment before he looked away. For the first time, you saw an openness and vulnerability in his face. You still couldn't quite read what was there, but it made you breathless nonetheless. To think that he should so expose himself to YOU, of all people.
"It was selfish of me to think, being the Captain of a crew, but...how could I send you into the jaws of the Titan? You were a light that illuminated the darkest corners of my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I tried. And to risk taking you away from the world…the laughing children…from myself. I had waded so far into the waters of treachery that going forward was just as difficult as going back."
"So you decided that you would protect me by making me camp cook and keeping me away from danger," you said with some amazement. But your feelings quickly turned sour. You crawled on your hands and knees towards his reclined figure. You could see in his eyes that he felt guilty, and fully expected you to lash out at him. "You…" you huffed. "You…that's not fair!"
He sighed and shook his head. "You must forgive me, y/n. Due to my position in the Regiment, I am forced to make decisions that put lives at risk. No matter the hand I am dealt, I will always lose something. In you, I saw a chance to redeem the world of its evil qualities, to set something right that was on the path to being wronged. But I see now that I was guided by something not wholly professional."
"Huh?" You said, drawing back. You understood what he meant but you could not truly believe it. Captain Levi Ackerman was in l-...
"You will be reinstated to your chosen duties upon our next mission," he said as he stood up and delicately brushed the dirt from his coat. You hurriedly rose and faced him. "I will rotate the rest of the scouts through the cooking duties. It seems as if humanity has won, and in its desperate attempts for freedom, I have lost."
"Levi!" You gushed and grabbed his coat. His eyes widened in surprise. "If you really think that our attempts are futile-"
"I don't. Not with you and the others by my side."
"Fine! Then if you think I'm risking my life for the betterment of our society, then say what you really mean before it's too late!"
"Is that an order, Scout?"
"Delivered especially from your camp cook."
"Fine," he looked away and then looked back at you. "May I kiss you, y/n?"
Well! You hadn't been expecting that! You nodded mutely and he leaned forward. His lips brushed your cheek ever so slightly, causing goosebumps to erupt along your skin. Your hands loosened and then fell limp to your sides. He turned his head, held your cheek, and began to whisper in your ear, soft and dedicated words of love and kindness that raised your spirits and stilled your frantic heart.
He leaned back, held your eyes, and then kissed you on your lips. You couldn't believe it. Everything that you could have ever wanted had been summed up in the span of that moment, leaving you weak and flushed. You whispered his name as he moved away, regret dulling his eyes and aging his countenance.
"Thanks for dinner," he muttered before walking away and leaving you standing alone in the quiet, moonlit forest.
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Ending Notes: Y'all know me. I might throw in a few more chapters at some point. I'm a sucker for smut, so that might be in the works soon. Anyway. Thanks for reading! Stay awesome!
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BONUS FLUFFY MODERN DAY READERxLEVI NONSENSE. Imagine you and Levi are alone in an abandoned saloon. He picks up a dusty microphone and begins to sing you this song to the tune of The Weeknd's 'Save Your Tears.' IDK, y'all, I was just listening to that song and I had to do it.
"I saw you dancing on a crowded street
Never knowing that we'd one day meet
You were laughing 'till you caught my eye
'I didn't love you' was my biggest lie
I don't know why...I couldn't say
I've thought about you...everyday
My heart cascaded when you sought me out
And told me that you had become a Scout
There was nothing that I could've done
I had lost and the world had won
I don't know why...I couldn't say
I've thought about you...everyday
How I wish there was another way
For your love, I would kneel down and…
For your love, I'd kneel down and pray
For your love, I'd kneel down and pray
Tsk. Huh.
I treated you with indifference
You didn't care, what was the difference?
Yeah I was a jerk but still you persevered
You wouldn't quit, it was as I had feared
I don't know why...I couldn't say.
Ooh, you, I think about you...everyday
How I wish there was another way
For your love, I would kneel down and…
But is it you that I want to save?
You deserve someone stronger
For your love, I'd kneel down and pray
Oh yeah.
For your love, I'd kneel down and pray
(I don't know why...I couldn't say
I think about you...everyday)
For your love, I'd kneel down and pray
I said: for your love, I'd kneel down and pray
(For your love, I'd kneel down and pray
For your love, I'd kneel down and pray.)"