One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Tomorrow It Is [Levi | Villager! Reader | Soulmate AU!]

"Tomorrow it is."

The words were vague, but they didn't bother him since he wasn't really interested in finding his soulmate. Levi was in an army where they fought human-eating monsters and could die at any given time - he found love useless and strongly doubted this soulmate of his would be able to provide him with any.

Still, he had his eyes on a particular someone.

It was strange and he didn't feel any particular way, but once he saw her his eyes couldn't possibly stop following her form. She worked at the shop where Erwin sent him and other cadets to buy cleaning supplies, although she also helped out at the flower shop across the street and the butcher right next to it. Levi didn't really consider her small frame capable of butchering a dead animal or skinning it, but when he'd seen it with his own eyes he felt slightly amazed.

The woman wasn't anything that exceptional, though, she was just a normal villager. Levi had heard others call her '(Y/N)'. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that was always let down (or pulled back when she was helping the butcher), her (s/c) skin had become tan due to the time spent outside running errands or sweeping the street in front of her shop, her (e/c) eyes were unable to stay in one place for all too long. They shone brightly whenever she would help a customer, even when she had to ward off some drunk or rude ones, and they certainly never missed the new wounds his subordinates showed up with every time they went there.

Today, Levi was alone because the cadets had a curfew and had been dining mere minutes ago. He didn't want to make his new squad go with him because he knew he shouldn't pressure them with something so trivial after a day full of training and other chores - plus he didn't really want to be burdened with making them quiet down as they walked. Levi had excused himself from the mess hall earlier than usual, announcing his intentions only to Erwin and Hanji, who was listening in on their conversation. The black-haired man took the money he thought would suffice for the purchases he had in mind and headed to town on foot, not in the mood to return to his paperwork anytime soon.

On the way there, the raven rolled up his sleeve just slightly, so that it showed his tattoo. He stared at the words on his wrist, the ones supposed to be said by his soulmate on their last ever encounter. If he'd even met them at all before that, Levi made sure to point out mentally as he tugged his sleeve back up to where it was, covering the cursive letters most people dreaded hearing.

He thought of all those tattoos his cadets waved around daily in desperate hopes of figuring out the identity of the one who'd say them before they'd been spoken. Eren and Mikasa had sat down this week, contemplating the simple phrase on his wrist with Armin looking at his own as if it would eat him alive. Sasha and Connie weren't all too interested in the topic, but Levi'd overheard them say it didn't really matter who their soulmate was as long as they had their friends. Levi dreaded the day it would start to matter because that would mean he would've lost another squad.

When his previous squad was still alive, the boys used to gather round Petra and force her to stay still as they wrote down the words on her wrist on a seperate sheet of paper before starting to argue who would be most likely to say them. She'd pout and try to make them drop the topic because her personal life and her soulmate's last words to her weren't their business, but they'd counter with the phrase 'of course it is our business, Petra. We're your squadmates and we want to know if this person is truly deserving of you'.

Levi seemed to be the only one who'd sit to the side and observe. Petra would always pout after that and he'd sense she was actually sad, probably contemplating how she'd never know who her soulmate truly was until she was dead. She'd silently make her way to Levi and would sit by his side as he drank his tea. Sometimes they'd talk about his tattoo and she'd try to persuade him into finding his soulmate, but he'd always refuse. Other times they'd converse about how childish their squad was. And sometimes they'd just sit there, enjoying the company before the silence was ruined by the rest.