Levi x Reader Oneshots.

Peace of Mind - Dying!Levi x Angel!Reader

I think this is more of a ghost!reader, but if it works, let me know.

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Lub-dub, lub-dub...

A dull throbbing in his head. Scalding at first but cooling blood slowly began to lose its momentum; under less pressure. Every breath gave him pain.

Levi's hearing was failing now; all he could hear was his failing heart.

Lub-dub, lub-dub...

He didn't care anymore. He was so injured, so broken and mentally and emotionally destroyed at this stage that he wanted death to hurry up.

While normally he'd fight until the bitter end no matter end to avenge the fallen, this was his final expedition against the Titans. But death tackled into him suddenly.

The pain coursing through his body was too much; his left leg had been gnawed on viciously followed by a violent toss to the ground. He groaned through the pain, brows contorted from the white-hot pain. His teeth chattered against each other as the rain doused his bruised and bloody face.

Lub-dub, lub-dub...

He brought his left hand up to his vision, gold band providing one last piece of solace before his world darkened.

The wet grass soaked through his bloody, forest green cape. His body convulsed from pain and the frigid cold that assaulted his now weaker frame.

And of course, in his final moments, familiar faces flashed before him.

He recalled it all too well: the look of terror that flooded through Scouts' eyes. He remembered the stench of thick, maroon blood, mingling with the smell of gases and iron. The dirt and sweat that matriculated down the contours of his face served as a reminder that he was stained and that he had been to hell and back.

And here he laid, now in their position. He remembered the squelchy feeling of blood against his hand as he tried to tend and ease the dying soldiers of their sudden insecurities, thinking they haven't done enough.

But they did more than enough for him. They served as a legacy to continue fighting.

He recalled his two friends, Isabel and Farlan, who were there with him always causing trouble and who he had to look after His mother, Kuchel, his sheltered him from the dark and dangerous world of the Underground.

And of course his late wife, [F/n], who also died before his eyes a few years back. He was but a few seconds too late only to cause a lifetime of suffering.

As he began to lose sensitivity, everything felt softer, so to speak. More relaxed, serene...When he was tense, she'd cup his cheeks and just say a few soft, comforting words. He relaxed in her support.

She would move her lips up to his forehead, kiss him tenderly, before thumping it because sometimes hated it when the moment became 'sappy'.

He felt sick with guilt. He always had felt like this.

He wanted to just relax; he wanted to let go.

He had never liked the idea of having the title Humanity's Strongest thrust upon him, being forced to carry the burden of every individual. He fucking hated it. It tore him apart on the inside to see even more of innocent lives, members of his squad, loved ones, even the people he disliked, dying before him and being victimized by the Titans' endless reign of hunger for human flesh.

His lips quivered violently only for them to part as he tried to let out a pain-filled cry.

...But he couldn't. He was took weak. All that came out was a croak.