Compilation: Levi x Reader

                                                                                       i.

His gaze flickered back and forth from you to the window beside him; dark curls of cigarette smoke staining the glass as slowly it meandered and dispersed through a small patch of sunlight. With each twine of breath filtered beneath a layer of regret, the bed dipped with the growing pressure of two people, both of whom trying not to expend the time neither were left with. 

Like a doll, you curved at his side. Perfect in every way, he was almost afraid that someday he might come to break you; too delicate for a man like him, but stronger than most of the people he's ever come across. Shattering your ego was only the easy part, yet whether that be the beginning or the end, he only wished that time would never come soon. 

                                                                                      ii.

He wanted to worship you the way you worshiped his name during sex. Each twine of breath entangled with the lost hopes of free time, the same way reality had a way of mixing up his views and what's right. 

Yet this came from a man who had a history of one night stands, of course, sticking around just a side affect of being you. Blurs of ecstasy as his only requiem while alone, or while you decided you needed to be alone. Either with the same ugly aftertaste of loneliness, exactly what he seemed to taste now. Understanding never was that easy, especially when mold was all that's he dared let escape his throat. 

Like all the false connections he seemed to acquire with everyone, love being no different than the experience of masturbation; nobody truly ever seemed to like him, for if they did, he knew they wouldn't throw themselves at him willingly,. But there was you, who stayed regardless of his refusal to behave. When all he did was fuck you, what else was there to feel for him other than hate? He liked to believe he was his own best company, yet you enveloped all that he was. No need to worship a god when he warmed up the spot next to you. 

If only he could dispose of the sloppy mess that was left in his heart, each lub-dub and howling knocking over all the stacked bricks, 60 meters tall, and one woman could bring it down. Not that didn't try to stop it, of course; much like the lies that he kissed your body with.

'This is the last time, I swear.' 

                                                                                     iii.

From his heart, you washed the grit and grime away the same way Eren did with his office; every kiss like soap upon his soul, and every touch a breath of fresh air cooling an unseen flushed face. Like the dirt he tried so hard to escape, whether from his past, or what he ran into now, just a touch from you could wipe his mind blank and send him spiraling in emotions for up to hours, is this what people called turmoil? No, because he preferred the term contentment, no matter how messy it left his thoughts.  

Only being able to exemplify traits, you found ones that were lost to him, lost to time, with lips worth kingdoms, and eyes worthy of the title treasure, you wore a heart that could rival the purest of people, from Sina to Maria, kings have killed for less. Like swears and orders, your name is all he needed on his lips, calling wildly as if he would lose you if he didn't. Deep down afraid of what would happen if he did, for finding true love is a dream come true.  

But here, in this shower, on the floor in tears, his heart, as black as his hair, weak from years of being torn and ripped apart. Weak, because past relationships had promise and fell short. Offering true love, but concluding with true heartbreak, he wondered why, when so many times after thinking of Isabel and Farlan, he never thought of the love before them, because here and now, despite acceptance with a side of heartache, being held in your arms, he could understand why Mark Antony, as Armin read from his old and stupid books, as treasured as you were, traded Rome for one woman. 

                                                                                         iiii. 

                                                                              (Does it help??)

                                                                 ((Well, I don't have any regrets))