oneshots ⤷‧₊˚ levi ackerman

⤷‧₊˚ heartache [arranged marriage levi x reader]

The title may be confusing so let me clear it up.

Levi put in an arranged marriage, but he loves you

(Petra slander coming up, sorry Petra stans)

Lastly, thank you sooo much for 1k reads!!

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It was crystal clear that you and Levi loved each other.

But the silly thing is none of you have confessed to each other.

And that was one of the biggest regrets in your life.

Because now, Mr Ral had arranged for his daughter, Petra, to marry Levi.

Petra loved it.

Levi didn't.

He hated Petra and despised her presence.

When he was with you, he would complain about her squeaky voice and clinginess, which you laughed off.

"Y/n, it's like there's a fucking magnet on me" he sneers.

But you always felt jealous that Petra was going to be Levi's wife.

And now this whole marriage was destroying you.

You accepted it and let them go ahead with it, but not without planning to object in the wedding.

Or possibly committing arson? Or spiking Petra's drink? Or get a contract killer? Or getting Eren to turn into a titan and eat her?

Even worse, every time you would go to see Levi as a fellow squad leader and a friend, you would see the ginger girl all over him, speaking to him non-stop.

Every time he would see you, his eyes screamed for help.

It honestly made you laugh sometimes, but reality hit you hard at the thought that Levi is going to be married.

So, when you saw Levi with Petra with that sparkling ring on her, you heart dropped lower and lower.

He would see the heartbroken expression on you.

And every time he would go to talk to you, Petra would take him away.

He wanted to be with you so badly.

It hurt him to see you, the one he truly loved, down over something he can't control.

You both eventually never had the time to speak to each other.

"Y/n, can I talk to you for one moment" he says, catching up with you in the hallway.

"I've got paperwork to do, go to Petra" you say before closing the door to your office.

Yes, it was rude of you to say that to him, but you couldn't help but feel rage and jealousy.

This happened for a few weeks, and now the wedding was in 2 days.

He woke up, not wanting to.

Walking towards his closet, his wedding suit was hanging in front of him.

Ironed and ready, it had hints of navy on the flaps of the blazer.

In the breast pocket, was a navy handkerchief.

Taking the handkerchief in his hands, he glared at the writing.

'Petra & Levi'

No, this can't be happening.

His eyes started to sting.

His fists clenched.

Why did his freedom have to be taken away?