Beyond These Walls (Levi x Reader)

The Eyes of Truth

Your P.O.V

Another meal passes by in unparalleled throe. The monotony of the situation remains ludicrous. The faces of those who surround me loom in lethargy, gazes cast upon the floor. My hands latch firmly around the seat of my chair, taught with anxious tension. My eyes dart to the left upon resonating with the unnerved periodic tap of fingers against oak. Levi stares out over the melancholy room, his glare vacant in purpose. I purse my lips and shift uncomfortably at the sorrow that embodies the air.

Like the sharp edge of an emphatic blade, the stagnant aura is cut in two. Hanji burst through the door with energetic constitution. The look of sheer determination surmises her resolve. "What a bunch of pathetic excuses for soldiers. We have made great strides towards humanity's salvation and yet, you sit here, doubled over in anguish. Commander Erwin would seethe with rage at your impudence. He would not want us to look upon his sacrifice with malice. Commander Erwin was freed from the grips of his harsh reality. So, we must celebrate the fast approaching end to our tiresome journey as warriors." A hesitant silence fills the air as she speaks, her demeanor sinking into our consciousness. Suddenly, one by one, the soldiers stir. Their heads rise in indignation. This is the heart of a fearless brigade. Fists thrust into the air out of triumph and cheers erupt from dormant throats. The cloud of doom circling our heads is blown away amidst a newfound bliss.

Abruptly, Levi stands and exits the hall. He returns a few moments later, liquor bottle in hand. He sits beside me and arrogantly slides a glass into my vicinity. "Erwin and Pixis have already had the opportunity to indulge in recreation with you. If it's a celebration at hand, I would like my turn in partaking." He sneers with desire and flexes his lips in childish retort. I carefully study the sinful bottle within his wretched grasp. My body recoils with protest at the sight of the strong brew. The 50-year-old Scotch that impends before me is menacing compared to the Garrison's cheap chardonnay. Levi continues to entice me. "Let's make it a wager. If I win, you'll owe me one favor of my choosing." He coos into my ear and pours the tempting liquid into my glass. I ponder his offer for a moment before graciously accepting.

"And, if I win, you will quit your overprotective antics." He laughs lightly at my request, and then shakes my hand confidently.

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"I think you've had enough." Levi cautiously demands as he reaches for the glass enclosed in my shaky palm. I recoil defensively and turn my nose up in protest. My head flutters with helium like trance and my cheeks burn a fiery crimson. In an intoxicated fashion, I study Levi's features. His expression holds true to its unmoving un-impressible revere. The face of a man who can hold his liquor. His physique does not falter and I pout in defeat. I place the glass down on the table and my vision begins to blur. I feel the heat of slumber consume me and I prepare for the darkness that follows. In an unexpected embrace, Levi tugs on my chin and brings his face to mine. I feel his velvet lips press against mine and he drags his tongue along my bottom lip. Slowly, he slips it inside and my body is enveloped in a fiery dance. Each limb tingles with unknown pleasure. I pull away in panic and shout in frustration.

"What the hell was that?"

"My prize." He chuckles and smiles warmly. His amusement at my innocence is undeniable. Embarrassed, I tug at the sleeves of my shirt. I cannot deny that I enjoyed his touch.

Levi's P.O.V

I laugh hysterically at (f/n)'s prudence and wipe my tears away with the sleeve of my shirt. I am caught off guard by the gentle grasp of shy palms as they clutch the silk folds of my button up. Slowly, (f/n) leans forward and nuzzles her face into my chest, breathing shallowly as she mumbles. "Why does Corporal love somebody so... adrift?" I feel my heart wince at her pained tone and a warm sensation builds inside of me. I wind my arm around the crook of her back and speak in confident spurts.