Something About You [ Levi Ackerman X Reader ]

Twenty-Three.

Chapter Twenty-Three:

"Rendezvous ; Prelude to Demise pt. 3."

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It was the eve of the expedition, and you and Levi rendezvoused at his quarters. The darkness had already settled in the sky, and all the Cadets had already retired into their respective rooms, ordered by Erwin to get a good night's rest.

There was the occasional sound of footsteps padding outside Levi's room, and the sound of doors creaking and hushed whispers of conversation, but the grand castle was silent, as it should be.

You and Levi sat beside each other on the foot of his bed, a few of your fingers locked together, as you spoke quietly about menial topics, like the corpse of a dead rat you found by the horse stables, and Levi spoke about how his tea was much too sweet for his liking.

But there was an obvious tension hanging in the atmosphere, and it seemed to have secured itself around Levi.

Levi was distraught. Obviously so. He would bite his lip every few seconds or so, his eyes darting everywhere, and his fingers steadily drummed against the sheets- all of which he had a tendency to do whenever something was weighing heavily on his mind.

"Levi, is everything alright?" you finally ask him.

He hesitates for a moment, and in that second of hesitation, all his troubles peeked out, before Levi forced them back in with a nod. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" you pressed.

And your question hangs in the air, unanswered, and an awkward silence washes over the both of you. Levi begins taking mental notes of his surroundings, even though he's slept in this room countless times before, deliberately avoiding your question.

He noted how moonlight filtered through the windows, producing little, illuminated squares on the floor, and shafts of light that crisscrossed the vicinity of the room.

Pressed against the wall of his room was a desk he used to secretly read even when you shooed him out of his office and into his room, and he remembered some nights where he would still be reading even when it was past daybreak, and in the morning, he would be slumped over his desk, passed out, with the book still cradled in between his hands.

He noted how the gasoline lamp he would usually light come sundown was burning just as brightly as usual, the flames inside flickering whenever a particularly strong breeze entered the room. The lamp had a stack of books and notebooks adjacent to it, and one of the books were open, bookmarked by a square of old cardboard.

He noted how his sheets were in need of fixing, as the ends were crumpled up from you and Levi's weight shifting around on top of them. But above everything, he was astounded at how, in those few moments of silence, your fingers were still locked in his, and you kept shooting worried glances his way.

So, finally, reluctantly, Levi answered.

"I'm. . . scared."

"It's okay to be scared," you tell him, with a sweet smile and a hand squeezing his bicep, trying to provide him whatever consolation you could. "But what could you possibly be scared of?"

Levi grabs a fistful of the sheets, crumpling it in his hands, his knuckles paling from exertion, huffing. "Of losing you." He clicked his tongue, "I sound like such a fucking sap."

"Ah," you say after a moment's thought, "well, you don't need to worry. You're not gonna lose me anytime soon, Levi."

"You promise?" 

You nodded, giving him a small smile for reassurance. "I promise." And to reinforce the genuineness of your promise, you pressed your lips against his softly, lovingly.

Two more kisses later, the sheets were as crumpled as ever, and a cloud rolled by, blocking the moon for a few seconds, allowing you and Levi more private intimacy, your rendezvous adjourning with whispered "I love you"s.