One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Significant Other [Levi | Reader | Future/Fantasy AU!]

There were colours everywhere. The stores and houses were going all from bright yellow, striking pink and baby blue to neon purple, dazzling green, light turquoise and pompous cherry red. 

In the middle of the city there was a carnival that everyone visited daily between their routines. The streets were always lively and the people were by no means less colourful than the places they resided in.

Even the darkest places had some kind of colour in them which made them all the more strange. The dark alleyways had bright marshmallow pink trash bins, the dirt on the very ground was green-ish to banana coloured and the asphalt on the streets was light blue. All road signs were made out of blue metal and the forbid colour was pink instead of red. On the same line of thoughts, traffic lights showed pink, purple and blue instead of red, orange and green respectively. 

It may have looked like a paradise to some but for you it was living hell. You didn't particularly hate it, but it was strange enough to make you think of how much you didn't fit in there on a daily basis. 

You stepped on the street and tried to connect to the colourful line of people that were headed to the carnival. 

Everyone was moving mechanically so you didn't even manage to catch the rhythm of their movements fast enough as to try and imitate them. 

With a small sigh you looked at the old woman that glared you down from the window of her house across the street. Your eyes narrowed and then you just pinned them to the green-ish pavement under your black combat boots.

You knew you weren't for here. 

You were what was naturally called an outsider or a wall-flower. You were dressed in dark clothes only, your hair may have been a natural colour just like all of theirs but without the inner rhythm bouncing in your ears to lead your movements daily you were as good as some cat on the street. 

And indeed you lived like one. 

Due to your outer looks, manner of speech and unsynchronized limbs, you were refused a place to stay in every single apartment complex you checked in. You ended up living in the part of the city near the centre of it, in a small park just by the carnival. You learned how to steal from the machines in the carnival and then buy yourself food from the other attractions that offered it. Sometimes you'd try talking to people, but they just stared at you strangely and then passed you with a cold word or two said in a sing-song voice.

With another sigh exiting your lips you started walking by the line instead of taking a place in it. 

The woman next to you, dressed in bright pink clothes with a yellow kerchief on her neck and an orange hat on her head glanced at you before turning her eyes back to the front and staring at the back of the head of the man in a plain but bright purple suit with a green tie and baby blue dress-shirt.

They continued moving their heads to the rhythm of the music that you couldn't hear even a slight bit of. Their legs and feet moves mechanically, simultaneously together ahead and their hands were doing small dance-like moves right by their sides. 

It was a funny thing to watch taking the fact that they were all dancing to music you couldn't hear, but you didn't really think you'd fit in even if you started dancing along to their beat.

Around seven minutes later you were already in the middle of the carnival, biting away at a cotton candy that you bought with the money stolen from a vending machine for plushies.

You stopped in front of the big roller coaster and glanced warily at the people going in and out of it. 

Their clothes were messy and their hairstyles were anything but normal anymore, but the smiles on their faces as if just fixed everything up. They all looked like they had a seizure and then magically lived it through on that roller coaster.