Walking Among Spirits (Levi x Reader) [REWRITE]

[ Chapter 26 ]

Content Warnings:

•Season 4 Part 3 Spoilers
•Mentions of Suicide
•Mentions of Death
•Strong Language
•Violence
•Blood
•Panic
•Guns
•Gore
•War

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Flashback

In a matter of days, your father's world had completely shifted until it turned upside down, shaking the loose pieces free that were never promised to stay attached. At barely two days old, you had already lost a parent, one you would grow to never know or ever be aware of their absence. Your older brothers grieved hard even at their young ages, they understood death well enough since your grandfather had already passed.

Raising you should have been no different than your brothers, but truly, your father hadn't the slightest clue as how to take care of a little girl. Any father had anticipated it to be easy since their wife would be bonded to their little girl, but without his, it was all up to him. He had to fill in the role as both parents. Shopping was a nightmare since he was used to his sons' clothing. Little dresses were foreign and he always seemed to get the wrong size. That's when he scraped the idea and thanked his late wife for keeping all of the boys clothes they outgrew, handing it down to you instead.

He did his best to give you both worlds, however, his effort did not last long, as it did not work for him so well. He felt like he couldn't give you the full authentic experience of having a mother, so he decided to give up even trying. To stop lying to himself and you. The reality was you had no mother, just a sad and lonely father.

The widowed man stuck to his old ways, raising you the same as his boys, with the expected caution as you were the youngest and smallest. Tough love, pushing them to be their best, not allowing any of you to give up, even letting you roughhouse. It came to a point where you noticed he still tried to baby you, reminding your brothers to not be so rough and you did not like that. You saw yourself as one of them, just as tough and strong too. You wanted to be an equal, not fragile. So, your father bit back his tongue and stayed out of your playful brawls.

You absolutely loved being a part of their activities. It took a lot of persuasion, but eventually, your father let you join the workshop downstairs as well. You thrived in the environment, part of it being craving the inclusion, the other part of it being in your blood. You were born to toss tools around and get your hands dirty, full of splinters too. However, being in your brothers' shadows was another challenge. You struggled finding yourself at times, often falling back on the line of trying to please society and your father. Two very different things with different expectations.

Flashback End

A numbness overtakes your lower half, a chilling tingle scurrying up your spine until a ring echos in your ear. Thankfully you're properly secured to one of the Founder's protruding bones, otherwise you would have fallen from the sudden sensation. Grip tightening on your ODM controls, anxiety creeps around the corner. You haven't felt nervous to be so high up in years, why all the sudden? Deciding to lower yourself down to Eren's spine, you release from the bone you hung from moments before to drop the last few feet. Whatever that was, you'll keep it in mind.

"What's the plan now?" You ask yourself, staring down at the Armored Titan as he kneels on top of a crushed husk of the Beast. Nothing. The rumbling is still in motion. "Come on, think!" You're desperate to lend aid when you have the ability to. The population is counting on your small, misfit team to save the world, the pressure is definitely on.