"[...]Like what you see?, you said with the hint of a smile in your voice
-Norns yes.", they murmured in admiration [...]"
A collection of one-shots cross-posted from my tumblr. Follow me and fall in love with Loki, suffer with Levi and cry with Apo...
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TW: mentions of rape and torture, violence, graphic description of injury, kidnapping, curses, not really proofread. Read with caution.
It was never supposed to happen. You were supposed to be his best-kept secret. His own, private mystery. He didn't know how they found out about you, about how he cared for you. But in the end, they took you.
He came home that day with your home in shambles, the floor littered with broken glass, splintered wood and torn drapes. You had fought, maybe you had called for him. It didn't matter now anyway. You were gone. The only evidence he found was a note and a few drops of blood. When he found the crimson stains, he found himself enraged at the thought that they might be yours.
He didn't know who the note was from, but the contents were clear enough to understand that a group of mercenaries had kidnapped you for leverage. After all, the Survey Corps certainly didn't lack enemies. He didn't lack enemies.
They only made one demand. Information, in exchange for you.
They mentioned a location for the "exchange" to take place. The information would have to be contained in a letter, written by his hand. They wanted everything. Future mission plans, relationship networks between higher-ups, addresses, soldiers' political opinions...nothing should be cast aside. It never even crossed Levi's mind to inform the corps about what was going on. If everything went according to plan, Erwin wouldn't even have to twitch an eyebrow about it all. He was going to take care of it himself. As he always did.
And so he wrote the letter. Of course, he wasn't so stupid as to tell them what they needed to hear. He just told them what they wanted to hear. A web of lies with tiny, inconsequential truths to hold it all together. They wouldn't be fooled for long, but he didn't need much time. After all, he could kill them all in a few seconds after putting you to safety.
Revenge will be sweet, he thought to himself while getting ready, concealing multiple weapons on his person. Too sweet.
Worry racked his mind as he crept towards the meeting place in eerie silence. He waited, cloaked by shadow, for the men to arrive. Evidently, he would hear them coming, since they would be transporting you. Surely you would be trashing and kicking, and he would just swoop in and get the hell out of here without even having to ruffle his clothes. He held reserves about bloodying the garments though.
Finally, after what seemed like days, one man arrived. He looked around, turning on himself multiple times, then nonchalantly rested his back against the wall and lit a cigarette. Levi let himself be taken aback by the sight but had to reason himself. It couldn't have been so simple. Of course, your kidnapers wouldn't just take his word for granted and let him waltz out of here with you in his arms. You once said that love made him soft, pinching his ear with a cheeky grin. If Erwin could see him now, he would say that it also made him stupid. And naïve.
