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Levi Ackerman Imagine

This one's a little low to bat, but whatever I'm tired as fuck and spring break is next week. College sucks, and I should be using the break to catch up, but no. I'll be writing here, and on my new daryl dixon fanfiction which I'm updating today check out or don't I don't give a fuck.

The inspiration and song is "Build God, then we'll talk" by Panic! At the Disco.

Take care my lovies,

HowDULL

Levi Ackerman Imagine

Modern Affair AU

Warnings: Adultery, character Death

It's the substandard motels on the corner of fourth and freemont Street

Appealing only 'cause they're just that unappealing

Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.

Levi had never expected to find himself here. He scrunched up his nose when he entered the building, but nevertheless advanced to the front desk. It was sixty dollars a night, a price far too high for the substandard room quality. The only reason they could jack up the price was because it was a love hotel, and they didn't ask questions. As it happened, they didn't answer any either, which added more to the bill.

Room eighteen had become a monthly thing, which was slowly turning into something that happened every weekend. 

 The rooms have a hint of asbestos
And maybe just a dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing
Right before your very eyes  

She was late. She was never, ever late. When Levi had gotten married, it had been with doubt. He'd wanted to marry Petra, with complete certainty, up until ten minutes before the wedding. He was adjusting his bow tie in his dressing room when a disheveled young woman barged in.

Y/n looked lovely, in a (F/c) dress that suited her well. Her hair had been in a pinned bun, at one point, but because she'd been running to arrive it was mussed. He found his knees week, and she marched up and kissed him on the mouth.

"What are you doing here Y/n?!"
"I was invited. I know you left me because I'm not safe, Levi. I know I dodged commitment. But I love you, and I'd rather marry you than lose you. Don't do this."
"Y/n..."
"We both know that you don't know Petra Ral enough to buy a timeshare with her, let alone spend a life with her. I love you, Levi." Her hands were on his face, and she stared into his eyes, dripping with tears.

"I can't." He snapped, jerking away. "I'm marrying the love of my life, Y/n. You're just another crazy ex."

Minutes later, he made the worst decision of his life. Minutes later, Y/n was gone from all possibility. The love of his life, out of the picture.

It had taken three months for him to reach out to her, two months to convince her to be his affair, and almost a year of furtive meetings.

Along with the people inside

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy  

He went home at three in the morning, after five hours of waiting. He tried calling her at least ten times, and he sent dozens of texts. No response.

The next morning, he was eating breakfast at his table. The usual guilt that stained him was replaced with upset panic. Y/n was a good girl, and as much as she detested sneaking around, she loved Levi more than life. He bitterly mourned the fact that she was not there the night before, as the divorce papers sat heavily in his briefcase even still. He was going to show them to her when she got there. 

Petra hummed in the kitchen, and he opened his mouth to tell her when the news caught his attention.

"An accident last night occurred at Ten Thirty P.M, a three car pile up with four people in the hospital."

He froze up.

"The collision was caused by a drunk driver by the name of Jean Kirstien, who is in the hospital with severe trauma. The only life lost was that of Y/n L/n, who was pronounced dead from trauma this morning, at Six thirty five. There is a memorial scheduled for April, the eighth. At the time of death, she was three months pregnant."

He was startled from his trance when Petra's arms slid around him from behind.

"Isn't that the crazy girl who tried to ruin our wedding?"

He tried to force words from his throat, but it was completely dry.

"Oh well, anyways. That's sad, but I've got some amazing news!" Her lips touched his ear.

"I'm pregnant!"

She squealed, but he remained still.

"Levi? Levi, what are you-oh, you're so happy, you're crying!" She kissed his cheek, smudging the tears that tracked his cheeks. He wanted to scream, to tell her that those tears were for the love of his life, but he couldn't. He wanted to tell her that he didn't want her baby, he wanted Y/n's.

But he couldn't.

Eight Months Later

He was the first one there, and he was the last one there.

He was also the only one who visited on a regular schedule, every weekend.

Kneeling at her grave, he cried silently.

"You shouldn't have come out. You should have called and told me. I bet you came right from a clandestine doctors appointment, didn't you? You were too upset to drive smart. You should've called, you should've...." 

He broke down, sobbing.

"Petra gave birth, yesterday. And it's so lucky that she forgot who you were. I love you, Y/n....and I think that you'd really like Y/n Ackerman. If she were yours, mine, or anyone's."

He stayed there for a little while after, but soon enough he left, leaving only a rose on the grave, and a handful of daisies on the tiny one right next to his Y/n.

  There are no

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses

And sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.