His Little Brat. {Levi x Reader}

Winter Snow. (Worried!Reader x Ill!Levi)

-Enjoy! This was a requested angst. I know it's Christmas, but HERE IS A CHRISTMAS ANGST. You guys know how much I love my angsts.-

  It all started out picture perfectly. Your life could never have been any better. You had everything you could have wished for. Levi was the best thing that could have ever happened to you. You both met on Christmas Eve before getting sucked up into a whirlwind of a romance. It wasn't exactly the ideal first impression, since you were weeping your eyes out from being stood up by your boyfriend. If you look back at it now, you would have slapped yourself in the face with a baseball bat. However, you were forever grateful for his decision to sit with you and hear you out that night.

  That's probably how everything started out. You both got closer and closer until finally you felt the need to confess your feelings for the man. He was never a really emotional man to begin with, so you weren't surprised when he took quite some time figuring out what he felt for you. He definitely did come around though. You never rushed him into anything, and maybe for that, he was grateful too. After countless numbers of memorable dates and events as an official couple, he finally proposed to you on Christmas Eve under the winter snow.

  Everything was going very smoothly, it was almost a little too smooth. You should have expected life to start twisting things up with your relationship, but you were just too naive at that stage. Levi started to cough much frequently, but you never really noticed or caught on to the fact that he could have been developing a serious illness. He never once complained about anything, whereas you complained quite a bit about trivial things. His biggest mistake was that he always put you in front of everything else. He worried so much about you, that he didn't even have the time to notice that his body was growing weaker and weaker by the day.

  By the time you figured it out, it was already much too late. His illness was at it's pinnacle and he had no choice but to remain in the hospital for quite a long time. There was a chance for him to live on, but there was an even greater chance for him to die. It was like a little game of chess, one wrong move and he could have been ripped away from you in an instant. You blamed him. Of course, you would blamed him. You were just trying to lessen the harsh emotions of self-blame by making him feel almost as miserable. Any random person would have got up and left you in the dust, but Levi was no random person, he was your husband. He could see right through you. Instead of fighting back, he held on to you tightly and told you that everything was going to be fine. It would be wrong to say that you didn't believe him. But you really didn't believe him.

"He needs a heart transplant as soon as possible. But donors are hard to come by as it is. I'm sorry but the chance for your husband to live is low if not zero." The doctor's emotionless voice irritated you, but you knew that he was just so used to death and sorrow around him.

"If there was a donor, would you be able to save him?" you ask softly as you fumble with your fingers to distract yourself.

"A heart transplant is a hard operation to complete. But yes, if there are no complications, I will be able to save him." he nods.

"You better fucking make sure there are ZERO complications then, because you've got a donor right here."

  People would have said that it was more cruel to hide the fact that you were going to donate your heart to your lover without him knowing anything. He just believed that it was a random donor that just happened to come by. Sometimes, you believed he was the true naive one between the two of you. But to see him fight through hell to survive, it thrived your desire to be his supply to live on. But what you didn't know, was that he wasn't fighting for himself.

"(Your Name)." he whispers almost weakly.

"Yeah?" you answer as you place your hand over his.

"I know what you're trying to do." he sighs.

"What are you talking about?" you ask as if you don't understand, but you know that he caught on. 

"Don't fucking play dumb with me. Listen to me carefully,  you are NOT going to die for me. I am not allowing anything like that to happen." he begins to raise his voice.

"Why? You want to live don't you? So let me do this for you. You've done so much for me, I can't just-" your voice begins to waver as the tears creep up to your eyes.

"There's a difference between wanting to live and fighting death to be with someone you love. If you died for me to live, I would have nothing to live for. Please just listen to me for once and drop the surgery. I know I don't have long to live. Fuck, I can barely even lift myself up now. I'm not stupid (Your Name)." he replies softly before pulling his hand up to stroke your cheek.

"Okay," you whisper before he pulls your face in for a kiss. "Okay."

~~~

He left the world on Christmas Day. 

He left you alone in the winter snow.

The cold wind begins to blow

On a cruel world that lead your love astray.

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Dear Readers,

I hope you enjoyed this angst. I've been writing too many fluffs lately, so I wanted to indulge in writing an angst. I'm sorry if this made you upset on Christmas day LOL and please excuse the atrocious "poem" in the end. I just wanted to experiment with poetry and I don't think I'll be doing that ever again xD. It doesn't sound that great to me. Anyway, let me know what you think. Have a great Christmas you guys. 

Winnie xoxoxo