Disclaimer: Post-war, 5 years after the rumbling. Levi isn't in a wheelchair. He's healthy and thriving (as he should). RM age gap here is 10 years. Some characters are dead, and some came back to life, cause why not. I'm going with the flow with this fanfiction, each chapter will be a surprise even for me. Hopefully, everything will unfold smoothly. Please do not hesitate to leave comments, questions, or anything that can help or motivate me. They are very much appreciated.
This chapter serves as an introduction to the intricate dynamic between Levi and Mikasa, which will lead to many challenges, as they explore their complex relationship.
Mikasa let out a deep sigh as she adjusted the strap of her tight black dress. The fabric felt foreign against her skin, a sensation she wasn't accustomed to. The dress hugged her curves tightly, causing her to feel a bit uneasy. She wore a discreet pearl necklace that complemented her sophisticated appearance, a stark contrast to her usual practical attire. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the way her soft makeup highlighted her already pretty features. Her dark hair was styled in loose waves, cascading down her back, completing her elegant look. Mikasa had received an invitation to attend the wedding of a former comrade, and her friends, especially Liah, had been relentless in urging her to go. Despite her reluctance, she eventually gave in to their pressure and agreed to attend. The thought of donning a forced smile and watching others revel in their happiness made her uncomfortable, but she knew she had to put up with it for the sake of her friends.
She couldn't help but ponder on the false image of perfection that weddings often presented. Behind the facade of smiles and elaborate ceremonies, she saw a world that felt distant and unattainable. A world she felt disconnected from—a world that demanded her to be someone she wasn't. As she made her way inside, stepping into the lavishly decorated venue adorned with flowers and draped in romance, the sounds of laughter and music filled the air, a sharp contrast to her solemn nature. Mikasa immediately felt out of place, her evident discomfort in the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and her tight dress clinging to her every movement serving as a constant reminder of her uneasiness.
The party was already kicking in realizing at the same time how late she was.
Mikasa found herself standing on the outskirts of the dancing crowd, watching the newlyweds sway to the music, their smiles shining brighter than the glittering lights of the venue. She felt a genuine sense of happiness for the couple, she couldn't help but reflect on the journey they had been through and the fact that they had made it out alive. Suddenly, a voice called out her name, pulling her out of her reverie. It was Liah, one of her closest friends, who had been searching for her.
"There you are, hiding in the shadows as usual," she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face. "Come over here!"
"I'm fine here, Liah. No need." Mikasa replied, hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.
Liah was having none of it. "Look at you! That dress, that hair! You look stunning!" she gushed. "I can't let you go unnoticed."
Mikasa knew that arguing with Liah was futile. She reluctantly made her way over to her friend, knowing that she wouldn't give up so easily.
"It's not my thing, you know that." Mikasa said, hoping to convey that the last thing she wanted was attention.
But Liah just laughed it off, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Mikasa immediately regretted showing up at the wedding as she followed her friend, who handed her a glass of wine with a big, wicked smile and urged her to loosen up and celebrate. As Liah led Mikasa into a more central area of the venue, a small group of friends gathered around them.
"Look who we've got here!" Liah announced to the crowd. "The one and only Mikasa, in all her glory!"
Mikasa wished she could disappear as the compliments came pouring in. The music then shifted to a slow, melodic tune, and couples began pairing up for dancing, taking away the attention that Mikasa had gathered. She hesitated for a moment before reluctantly giving in.
She couldn't shake the melancholy that had settled over her. Despite Liah's cheerful antics and the lively atmosphere around her, she couldn't distract herself from the longing for Eren and Armin. For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and imagined an alternate reality where Eren confidently dominated the dance floor, and Armin was engrossed in a conversation, occasionally glancing her way with a warm smile. The ache of their absence deepened, but Mikasa quickly pushed those thoughts away, reminding herself that it was a night to celebrate, not to dwell on what couldn't be changed. Mikasa wasn't partnered with anyone and drifted away on her own. Although she understood that she could be intimidating, it didn't upset her in the slightest. Instead, she reached for another drink and continued to dance on her own. Sometimes the best company is just you and your glass of wine.
Mikasa noticed that Liah was already a bit tipsy as she danced. Despite occasionally getting on her nerves, Mikasa found comfort in her friend's carefree spirit and felt lucky to have her in her life. The scene was set with soft glowing string lights, laughter from friends, and gentle musical notes that created an atmosphere of sweet joy and enthusiasm. Her third glass of wine was a toast to the present moment.
Partner or not, Mikasa was determined to loosen up and let herself absorb all the good energies around her. As she completely immersed herself in the rhythm, a hand unexpectedly landed on her shoulder, causing her to tense up. She turned around and looked up, meeting familiar eyes - it was Jean.
He asked with a warm smile, "Mind if I join you for this dance?"
Mikasa quickly composed herself and managed to nod, replying with a soft smile, "Sure, Jean."
He led Mikasa in a slow dance, their movements synchronized with the soothing melody. As he held her, Mikasa found herself nestling her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes to fully immerse herself in the moment. The warmth of their dance and Jean's comforting hold around her waist offered a quiet escape from the whirlwind of emotions within her
Jean, a cherished friend whose timing was always impeccable - either with his words or presence when she needed it most - was truly a blessing for which Mikasa felt deeply grateful.
The subtle fragrance of Jean's cologne wafted into Mikasa's nostrils, and she couldn't help but feel the effect of its intoxicating scent. She felt her cheeks warm up, not from the embrace or the dance itself, but from the three glasses of wine she had already consumed. Her initial resistance to the alcohol had given way to the carefree atmosphere of the celebration.
Jean, renowned for his mischievous antics, flashed a grin that was nothing short of cunning, revealing his playful plot, and with a subtle, calculated stumble, he allowed Mikasa's body to descend, giving the illusion that she was falling into an abyss. Mikasa's eyes widened in shock and panic as she felt the weightlessness of free-fall for a fleeting moment, her heart racing as she braced herself for impact. However, before she could hit the ground, Jean's arms reached out and caught her, pulling her into a secure, protective embrace. Mikasa was caught off guard and let out an unanticipated laugh, a sound that came out as a surprise. It was a rare moment of lightheartedness from her. Jean was pleased with his successful trick, and flashed a playful smirk at Mikasa, "Got you!."
However, the amusement in her eyes was quickly replaced by a subtle warning. She tapped him on the shoulder, conveying both camaraderie and a hint of seriousness.
"Great move, Jean," she teased. "But one more trick and this might be your last dance."
"Got it, baby girl," he chuckled in response.
Despite her outward demeanor, she truly longed for those playful moments and found herself enjoying the dance more than she could imagine, completely absorbed in the moment and oblivious to his presence.
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Levi Ackerman stood in the shadows, casually leaning against a counter, his intense gaze piercing through the dim lighting of the venue. His sharp jawline, chiseled features, and deep-set eyes hinted at a stoic personality that exuded a quiet confidence. Dressed in a sleek, well-tailored suit, Levi was the epitome of effortless sophistication. The deep charcoal hue of his attire perfectly complemented his air of calm authority. The fabric clung to his lean form, revealing the subtle strength beneath. The crisp white shirt under the jacket hinted at his meticulous attention to detail, and the open collar added a touch of nonchalant allure. His raven-black hair, styled in his usual undercut, was a work of art that framed his face in an unkempt yet striking manner. A few strands fell gracefully across his forehead, further emphasizing his enigmatic allure. Every movement he made exuded grace and precision; even the way he held his glass spoke volumes about his composed nature.
Levi's piercing grey eyes locked onto her with an intense gaze, determined to make sure she noticed him across the room.
And she did.
As their eyes met, a subtle sneer played on Levi's lips. It seemed like he was challenging her to engage with him, testing if she could handle his intensity. Mikasa felt a mix of repulsion and intrigue. Turning to Jean, she remarked in a monotone voice, "I wasn't aware that scums were invited to the party as well." He understood exactly whom she was referring to.
"Ignore his ass."
But that was easier said than done.
Regardless of his presence, she wasn't going to let him ruin her night. She flipped her hair behind her shoulders with effortless grace, revealing the smooth expanse of her neck and shoulders. The subtle movement unintentionally exposed a hint of cleavage, adding a touch of allure to her already captivating presence. Her glamorous gesture, combined with the inadvertent unveiling, drew a collective gaze from the onlookers.
The light in her eyes sparkled with an inner strength and a subtle playfulness, creating an enigmatic aura that left those who witnessed the moment captivated, recognizing the unexpected glimpse of beauty beneath her usual stoic demeanor.
Levi couldn't help but feel conflicted as he looked at her. She looked breathtaking. That black dress hugged her curves in all the right places, while the rosy tint on her cheeks from the wine added a hint of charm. She appeared almost ethereal, a complete contrast to the familiar soldier he had known for so long. Her elegance and composure were undeniable, yet they only served to deepen his irritation.
Despite his best efforts to remain indifferent, there was an undeniable acknowledgment of her presence. He found himself grudgingly admitting that she was, in a sense, the life of the party —Mikasa Ackerman possessed a captivating quality that drew eyes to her.
"Quite the display of happiness for someone who often portrays herself as a miserable widow," he muttered disdainfully.
Mikasa, being keenly observant as always, couldn't ignore the fact that Levi's eyes were still locked on her from a distance. A feeling of disdain towards him started to grow within her, questioning why he consistently had to cast a shadow over even the most joyous occasions.
The memories of the war and the choices Levi had made that led to that tragedy played over and over in her mind, like an endless loop that she couldn't escape from. Feeling overwhelmed by the intense emotions that stirred within her, Mikasa turned away from the dance floor and approached Jean for a break. The warmth of the wine that had been coursing through her veins all evening only intensified her need for a moment of respite. She longed for a breath of fresh air to clear her mind and a cigarette to dull the sting of unresolved emotions that seemed to be weighing her down. As she stepped out into the cool night air, Mikasa found a quiet corner where she could be alone with her thoughts. Quickly fishing out a cigarette from her purse, she lit it up, and took a deep drag, savoring the temporary distraction it brought her.
Despite the festive atmosphere of the event, there was an unmistakable tension between the two of them. It was as if the air around them was charged with an unspoken animosity.
The intensity of her hatred towards him was immeasurable, and the very thought of his existence ignited a fiery rage within her.
The quietness was suddenly shattered by approaching footsteps. Mikasa turned to face Levi, his slender figure outlined against the shadows, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand, and the other, a half-consumed cigarette.
Despite the palpable tension between them, Mikasa was determined to maintain her composure. She chose to ignore Levi's presence, focusing on smoking as a way to create distance between them. The acrid taste of smoke filled her senses momentarily distracting her from the uncomfortable atmosphere.
Suddenly, Levi's mocking laughter pierced through the night air like a sharp blade cutting through their strained interaction. Mikasa clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes at his derisive behavior.
"Couldn't rejoice in your glamorous façade tonight?" he taunted with irony.
Her nemesis had arrived to awaken all her inner demons this evening.
"Go to hell," she retorted swiftly, hoping to drive him away.
Levi remained unwavering as he spoke, "You know, the chaos you're engulfed in is a direct consequence of your decisions no matter how hard you try to conceal it. You might deceive others but not me," he goaded while exhaling blue smoke into the air.
"You don't get it, do you?" she replied, her patience wearing thin.
"I don't get it. Enlighten me. What's so thrilling about wallowing in misery? I might just jump on the bandwagon as well." he inquired, a smile playing on his lips, undisturbed.
Mikasa, fighting the urge to engage in the provocation, threw away the rest of her unfinished cigarette, abruptly ending what she thought would be a relaxing moment.
"Get lost," she spat, hoping that this blunt response would put an end to the verbal sparring. As much as she wanted to retaliate, tonight wasn't the moment for that. The last thing she wanted was to create a commotion at a wedding celebration.
But he continued, appearing amused by the situation as if he enjoyed pushing her sensitive buttons, "See, you still hold onto the past like a rusty anchor. Just like you hold onto that damn washed-out scarf"
Touche. That was the breaking point.
"You have no clue what it means to lose everything, do you?" Her question was more of a statement, her gaze fixed on him as he stood there casually sipping his whiskey. "What could a heartless bastard like you possibly know about losing a loved one?"
"Oh shut up." he muttered quietly before taking another sip of his drink.
Mikasa refused to back down; she knew she had struck a nerve and she pressed on, "No, you shut up!" she warned, her voice growing stronger with each word spoken. "I'm not the one with blood on my hands, let's make that clear."
Every word cut deeper than the last.
"Ensuring his safety wasn't guaranteed," he responded wearily, sounding like he had repeated himself countless times before. "How many times must we go over this? It was a war. People die."
"He wasn't just people! He was my family! The only family I had!" she retaliated at him, not hiding her frustration anymore.
Levi remained unaffected by her outburst, speaking in a cold and detached manner, "Do you think I care? I am not the bad guy here. Everything I did was for the sake of Humanity."
Taking a moment to study her face, he continued, "Your selfish attachment to him is still clouding your judgment."
She was taken aback by his lack of empathy, although she hadn't expected much from him in that regard.
"You refuse to accept that you abandoned your role of a hero when he needed you most. It was easier for you to leave him face it all alone, to die alone." Her voice quivered with a mix of sorrow and fury, unwilling to let go of the pain she harbored within.
A heavy silence settled between them as they absorbed each other's words. Levi had long given up any attempts to reason with her; a lost cause.
Breaking the tension with a nonchalant clicking tongue sound, Levi showed his indifference without uttering a word, as he gulped down the last few sips of his liquor.
The sound of that tongue clicking triggered an intense frustration in her, leaving her speechless.
She closed the distance between them, allowing herself to be near him after what felt like years. She could detect the scent of whiskey on his breath as she approached, reminiscing about the lips she once yearned to explore and the eyes that used to evoke a myriad of emotions within her, emotions that shook her to the core. Those eyes were once an escape she longed for but now served as painful reminders of how they shattered her world. As she scrutinized him more closely, a sense of relief washed over her, knowing that she had never allowed those fleeting emotions to overpower her heart. They were transient, a moment of uncertainty and solitude. A moment where she briefly entertained the thought of being with someone other than Eren.
Levi stood firm, his eyes reflecting defiance and suspicion but also hinting at a readiness to confront any unexpected moves. The only sounds were the faint whispers of the breeze, gently playing with Mikasa's hair, creating a soft wave that mirrored the tumultuous tension both were feeling at that moment. The air was charged with silent anticipation, as if the universe itself held its breath, waiting for the inevitable.
"What do you want from me?" Levi whispered amidst unsteady but controlled breaths, still surprised at her sudden closeness.
His lips nearly brushed hers, causing Levi to quickly tug on her arm, drawing them even closer together; their foreheads touching as they synchronized their breaths. The mingling of various spirits they had imbibed earlier created an electrifying ambiance, akin to being intoxicated by their exhalations.
Skillfully avoiding their lips from brushing once more, "I know what you need, you're just scared to admit it." He paused for a moment, waiting for a reaction out of her that unfortunately never came.
Then he proceeded, "Have you ever considered what your life would be like without me?"
"Peace. A life free from constant chaos," she quickly responded, confidently.
Levi set to challenge her a little, "Are you sure? Peace could be more unsettling than chaos."
With determination in her voice, Mikasa retorted, "I'd choose peace over the never-ending storm you bring with you whenever I cross your damn path, whenever I think of the past, whenever I think of the future you took away from me."
"What if I told you that storm was the only thing keeping you alive? Would you believe me?" Levi observed a hint of confusion on Mikasa's face and took advantage of the moment to deftly maneuver and gently push her against the wall with no chance of escape. He reached for her hands, intertwining their fingers as he pinned them against the wall.
"What are you doing?! Let go!" as she struggled to break free.
While Levi held Mikasa firmly against the wall, a mix of sorrow and beauty reflected on their faces as they gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
"In different circumstances..." he began.
"I wish I had never met you," she interrupted before he could finish his sentence.
Levi disregarded her comment, as his lips trailed towards her neck. With ease, he found his way to a tender spot on her neck, gently pressing a silent kiss where he could feel her pulse beating. The effect it had on Mikasa sent shivers down her spine, accelerating her pulse even more, while a knowing smile formed on Levi's lips.
"In different circumstances," he murmured, as he inched closer to her left ear, speaking in a hushed tone, "You and I could have easily found that elusive happy ending you've been chasing in vain."
Levi stepped back to observe Mikasa's reaction, only to see shock reflected in her eyes as they darted between his lips to his eyes and then back again to linger on his lips.
Slowly, he released her from his grip, taking another step back. "I just gave you the proof that I can make you feel alive again, that I can make you forget about him".
"Go away," she finally mustered the courage to say, avoiding any eye contact. "Leave before I commit a murder on a wedding day.
Without any word, Levi walked off with what seemed like a triumphant grin, his silhouette gradually fading into the darkness, heading back to the venue.
Meanwhile, Mikasa stood there trying to collect herself amidst the shock. Tears welled up in her eyes as she processed the unexpected flood of emotions, emotions that felt foreign, emotions she thought she would never feel, emotions she missed, craved, needed, and deserved. Only to be brought forth by the man she loathed most.
"I just gave you the proof that I can make you feel alive again."