Promises, Promises. | A Levi Ackerman Fanfiction. | Attack On Titan.

thirteen

"You know how much I love you, right?"

"Yes, I do."

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Your eyes scanned the words printed on the paper of the book that rested in front of you. You remembered stealing that book just a few days ago. Only at 8 years old, stealing was something you were already good at. It was something you learned from Levi, something that was a necessity in the Underground City you lived in. 

And it was only about eight years since Levi had saved you from that man in that dark alley. And ever since then, you never once left Levi's side. And the book that you were reading, it was telling you something. Something you never really knew until you read it.

Love. 

What was love? 

The book was conveying the feelings of love. 

And you found yourself understanding such feelings. Only your feelings were specifically meant towards Levi. The one and only person in your life. Levi. 

"My Levi," you had muttered to yourself. 

Your back was now laid against the flat ground surface of the rooftop. Your eyes were gazing at the dark ceiling of the City. There was a slight wind, something quite rare within the confining humidity of this trash hole. 

The loose strands of your hair were moving along with the breeze. Your heart did a warm flutter, a sense of peace flooding you as you said those words. As you claimed for Levi to be yours. 

"My Levi," you repeated, liking just how the words sounded. 

Perfect, if perfection was a thing. 

"Since when did I become yours?" His low voice questioned, startling you yet comforting you all at once. 

You tore your gaze away from the blank darkness. You craned your head to see Levi raising a questioning brow, interest piquing behind those grey steel eyes. He didn't seem mad or disgusted, or anything like that. He only looked intrigued. You watched as he walked towards you, taking a seat next to your lying body before lowering into a lying position by your side. 

"Are you gonna answer or are you going to just stare at me the whole time?" He plainly asked. 

"Can you call me yours?" You blankly requested, slightly taking him in shock with such a request. 

But he didn't oppose it. Only heed it. 

"My Y/N," he said in a low voice. "My Y/N," he repeated, finding himself liking just how beautiful it sounded. 

"It sounds nice," you hummed softly, watching as he sat. 

"Yeah," he nodded, the gears in his mind turning. 

"I think it's nice when I called you mine just now, too," you added quietly. 

"Yeah, it is," he mumbled, turning to you. 

Hovering over you, he brought a hand up to your cheek. His eyes were staring straight into yours. And though you've always found those grey orbs intimidating, you couldn't even force yourself to look away. 

You didn't even want to. 

"You have really pretty eyes," you whispered, studying the features of the boy over you.