In Another Life || Levi x Reader/OC

Proposition

It all felt like some dreadful hallucination.

A woman with dark hair styled in a low bun was chained up high above. Her stare was grim and hollow, her solemn eyes glued to your appearance down below.

A needle poked at your skin. You swallowed nervously, anticipating the fate you could no longer escape from. The injection was inserted, then a blast of white invaded your vision. Your blood bubbled and your body expanded.

It was all a blur after that.

You woke up in a hospital bed hours later. Your leg was healed, your wounds were gone, and the headache you once had fully disappeared.

But they still weren't done with you.

To ensure the procedure went correctly, you were asked to perform a transformation. They passed you a knife to use, but you shook your head.

"I have my own," you said.

You returned to the same, vast location from before, your pocket knife placed on the inside of your palm. Frantic footsteps padded away from you to evade the explosion being anticipated.

Slice.

Crimson seeped from your hand, but that was all that happened. Your first attempt had failed; you knew exactly why that was.

You needed to want to transform.

You shut your eyes and concentrated, repeating the same actions as before, then a massive shock jolted through you. It felt like lightning struck down from the sky and electrocuted your entire body. You groaned and you squirmed. It was painful, like your blood was boiling from being dipped into fire.

But then it faded away, replaced by a coolness that soothed your body.

When you opened your eyes, your head was almost touching the ceiling. You were tall - abnormally tall. Dipping your head down, you witnessed smiles expressed on the faces down below.

"It worked!" someone shouted excitedly. Everyone looked like ants from up here. It was hard to make out who was who.

Your gaze trailed down to your hands; they were white as snow and hard as a rock. You brought your fingers up to graze over your skin and face. Your body was guarded by what looked and felt like white armor, and your mouth was stuck behind a cage.

For some reason, you were inclined to raise your hand and summon a large hammer. You weren't sure where that instinct came from, perhaps from the past inheritors. That seemed like the only reasonable explanation.

The hammer formed from thin air, but you could somehow feel its formation within yourself, like it had to take a piece of you in order for it to form. It didn't hurt, though. It made you feel fulfilled.

The weapon was not only huge, but spiky as well. Surely, any opponent would have difficulty going up against you with it, and there was so much potential to create so many others. The thought excited you.

No. No, this shouldn't be exciting to me.

You shook that thought away. Some of the memories of the past holders were flowing through your mind and it was hard to ignore. You hoped it wouldn't continue to influence your thoughts.

"Detransform!" a person called from below.

You pondered it for a moment. This titan was much different from the others; you didn't reside in the nape, you resided in a crystal. Your normal body went nearly unconscious while encased in the cocoon-like ice, and to detransform was something you weren't fully sure how to do yet.