The world ends now - (Levi x Reader)

Hollow

"What's your name?", he asked you. His tired eyes followed your slender figure running up and down in the small room. "You may call me whatever you like.", you replied as you looked through the cupboard in search for some medicated cotton wool. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, so that you could treat his wounds.

You helped him up the stairs to one of the sleeping rooms in order to treat his wounds. His equipment was locked in the attic, but you promised him to return it before he departs.

"What's that supposed to mean?", he wondered with furrowed eyebrows. - "I found it!", you exclaimed kind of cheerfully while you hold the cotton in front of his face. In the other hand you held a brown bottle with disinfectant. "Listen...", you began as you soaked the cotton in the alcohol, "...I am not looking for friends or anything. I will patch you up, give you shelter for the night, even food, okay? But tomorrow afternoon you will leave this place and we will never see each other again. So what's the point in knowing each other's names?"

It was then, when he realised how hollow and cold your eyes were. Somehow they didn't match with your youthful impression he first had of you. "It will hurt, but bear with it.", you warned him before dabbing the soaked cotton on his wound. He gave a muffled painful grunt to this, but he kept still for you. After you bandaged his wounds thoroughly, you gave him a satisfied look. "Finished. Let's hope for a quick recovery.", you smiled. "Thank you.", he said with his deep voice. 

While he warmed himself up next to the hearth, you prepared the dinner. Since you went hunting in the morning, you had some rabbit meat to make a pot of stew. You also harvested some potatoes, onions and carrots in the back of your garden, though it wasn't much of course. The crackling noise of the fire underneath the kettle was calming and the heat it gave off was more than pleasant to you. "I hope you don't have any problems with rabbit stew?", you asked him. He shook his head no. 

The last time he ate something decent was two days ago if he recalled it correctly. "You can sit down there.", you offered him as you pointed to a fragile looking wooden table. He let his body sunk onto the hard chair and turned around to take a look at your house. It was then when he realised how dusty and cramped this place actually was. "Don't you ever clean?", he wondered with a look of dismay. 

"Are you seriously complaining about the cleanliness of my house? Excuuuuse me, but had I known that the Queen herself would pay me a visit I would have cleaned every nook and cranny.", you retorted in a mocking tone. He only replied with an annoyed 'Brat.'          

There was something else that caught his eyes. A big colourful vase was standing on the windowsill and filled to the brim with yellow and red tulips. He realised that the flowers must have been freshly plucked, which was strange because there were no flowers in the surrounding area. He recalled sawing some tulips near the church in Westbury, but it was half a day trip away from this place. "Did she went out of her way to get them?", he wondered.

"Hey, those flowers...where did you get them?"

You seemed a bit startled by his question. "Ehm...", you cleared your throat, "I found them near a church in Westbury. I go there every day. Why do you want to know?" - "Why would you go out of your way for flowers?", he asked. 

"That doesn't concern you.", you replied coldly. 

You harshly placed the bowl with stew in front of him, sending vibrations down the table. "Eat up and then go to sleep. If you want another plate, feel free to. You can use the bed in my room, the one where I treated you. Don't worry about the dishes. You are my guest for this night." With this you headed to the staircase, holding your own bowl of stew in your hands. 

"Aren't you going to eat here?", he wondered with a frown. You turned around to give him a tired look. "As I told you, I'm not looking for friends or anything. Just eat and get some rest and tomorrow you will leave this place after I've checked on your wounds again. Oh, and don't try to pull anything stupid on me. You're not the only one who can use weapons."

With this you left him alone. He looked at the bowl in front of him, the smell of it made him salivate. He quickly scarfed down the stew before he went for another bowl. Your cooking was not the best, but to a starving soul like him this was heaven. After he finished his meal, he did the washing up, as he could not stand dirty dishes.

While doing so, he noticed some portraits of a young man pinned next to the spice rack. He had brown hair and dark gentle eyes. It must have been someone important to you, he assumed. After he finished, he went upstairs to your room. He let himself fall onto the bed and let out a exhausted sigh. 

The smell of fresh linen and flowers filled his nose, which sent pleasant shivers down his spine. There was another survivor besides him, but she did not want him around. Before he could think about the young woman, he drifted back to sleep again.        

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He was used to short sleep, so he woke up before the sun was rising. At first confused about his whereabouts, he recalled the happenings of last night and his encounter with the girl. His stomach was growling again, so he went downstairs to look for some food. 

You were woken up by clinking noises coming from the kitchen. Immediately, you jumped out of the bed and pulled a robe over your short night gown. "That bastard! I told him not to do anything stupid!", you cursed, assuming he was trying to steal something.

When you saw the bread and fried eggs on the table, you were dumbfounded. "Did you make breakfast for us?", you asked as you took in the scent of the delicious food. He was standing at the sink, washing the frying pan. 

He only turned around and nodded. You felt a little bit ashamed that you accused him of robbery, so you scratched your neck as you thanked him. 

"Where did you get the eggs?", he asked as the both of you ate. "There's a farm not far from here and there's still some animals. Surely you must have noticed, that this town has not been attacked by the titans. After the last wall broke down, everyone fled to search refuge in bigger cities, hoping they would be more secured, so they left a lot of things back here." - "It has not been attacked yet.", he said.

"Excuse me?"     

"On my way to this area I have encountered many titans, including abnormals. There's some kind of blockade around the old oil facilities holding them in, but they seem to be unstable. This place will soon be overrun by titans once they give in. If you stay here you will most likely have to face them sooner or later.", the man said calmly, yet something in his voice gave you an unsettling feeling.

"Of course I know about this since it was my brother and I who set up that barricade.", you replied indifferently as you chewed on your bread. He gave you a curious look. "Well, we did not set the walls up.", you admitted, "But we lured them inside and blocked the entrance with debris, using some explosives."

He was surprised by this. "Your brother?" - "No making friends.", you reminded him,"Besides, what's the point in telling me all this?" You gave him an annoyed glare, which he honestly didn't care about. 

"I want you to leave this place with me."