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Forget-Me-Not Pt2

Pt 1

German soldier Levi x reader

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Growing up, you had always admired birds, almost as much as you loved art. But when you say birds, you don’t mean the beautiful pink flamingos that you would see on visits to your relatives in Camargue or the mysterious Eagle owl that you would see staring into your room on dark nights on your estate. No, not them. You admired birds like the Yellow Serin, they were small and common, and nothing was special about them.

But, they had beautiful colors like the flamingo, and at times they’d stare into your room like the Eagle Owl. Yet, they would fly away whenever they wanted to, leaving you in France. And of course, another would come the next day, but you would never know if it was the same one from the day before. Because the Serin from the day before could be on the other side of France, it could be in another country or continent entirely, or it could be a smushed mess on the side of the road with its feathers ruffled and its oozing body covered in tire marks.

But nevertheless, no matter what fate the small yellow Serin met, it would always be a mystery to you.

You wished you were a Yellow Serin.

Because if you were the small bird, you could fly away and leave France, leave the war behind, and specifically leave this small room right now.

Or maybe you’d be dead on the side of the road before you could even go anywhere, your small body unidentifiable and not swept away until the mystery of nature does so.

But to you, death would feel better than looking Levi in his eyes right now after announcing that you were going to destroy him.

“How in the hell did he get down here?”

A faceless voice screeches into the room at the sight of Levi, and as it does, the room erupts into panic.

But even amidst all the panic, as he slowly descends down the stairs, his dark eyes stare into yours, you try to read them, and you try to translate his language into your own so that you can understand what he thinks, what he feels right now.

But all you get is nothing, not even the bitter seed of betrayal.

His wordless eyes sting, and you turn away, you take in the rest of the room as their eyes are painted in horror and shock. Hitch steps back as if to have one last attempt at hiding from the man she lives with.

And Jean, Jean’s...

...grabbing a gun.

His long fingers wrap around the nozzle as he slowly pulls it to his side, and you watch as Jean and your leader make eye contact before coming to a small agreement.

Levi had discovered La Resistance.

And for that, he must die.

“Levi!”

As if wings themselves were attached to your shoes you flew in front of the soldier as he stood at the bottom of the stairwell.

“You want to destroy me, Y/n?”

The words roll off his tongue as if they pulled on his vocal cords before finally falling out.

Your heart hurts, “Levi, I-”

You bite your lip as the others stare holes into your head.

You had one of two choices.

You could tell Levi what he wanted to hear, tell him how you were lying, and hopefully, through more lies, he would forget about all of this.

But then the people around you would label you as a traitor.

So the other choice was to tell him yes, tell him that your plan all along was to get him to trust you so that you could chew that trust up and spit it out like good tobacco.

What would you choose?

Who would you satisfy and make happy?

“Levi, I want to end this war. I want to end the purging of innocent lives, and so does everyone else here.”

His face doesn’t even twitch at your pleading words or the way you step slightly closer.

“Don’t you understand, Levi?”

The desperation of your words could make anyone cry, they could make any hardened heart crack.

“I understand well, Y/n.”

The words leave his emotionless form, and they bring less reassurance than you thought they would.

“I understand that you are an enemy of Germany.”

His words slice your skin like a hundred sharpened claws, and his voice booms through the room demanding attention.

Your breathing becomes shallow, and your eyes focus on his strong form as his dark eyes burn with anger.

“Levi...”

Your eyes trail from his own to the silver nozzle of the gun that he points at you.

His fingertips are only one will away from blowing a hole straight through you.

“PUT THE GUN DOWN.”

The room erupts in uproar at the sight, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jean raise his shotgun.

This is all going so wrong...

Levi would shoot you, and then Jean would shoot Levi, and then what?

More death?

You squinted your eyes, and the soldier’s eyes flicked towards Jean and the rest of the room as they shifted on their feet in cluelessness as none of them knew what to do.

“Levi.”

His eyes flick back to you, and you swear you see them widen as you step forward.

“Don’t.”

You ignore him as you finish your step, and suddenly your chest is pressed against the silver nozzle. It digs so deep into your skin that the bullet will shoot right out if he shoots you. But you don’t care, not when you’ve got an entire foot closer to him, to Levi.

“You think I won’t shoot you?”

His eyes burn, but you swear you hear his voice crack a bit, almost as if it hurt him to say the words that fell from his lips.

Your fingers leave your side, and they grasp the cold metal of the gun that burns your hand like hell flames, your pulse beats as if it screams at you to stop.

You move the nozzle, and you plant it right where your heart lays, only protected by your cold skin.

“If you want me to die, Levi, then do it. Shoot me right here right now, and as my blood stains your shoes, you will know that you’ve killed an enemy to your war.”

Protests bang through the room, but they’re no louder than the blood that rushes to your ears as you continue to speak.

“Or, put the gun down, listen to me, Levi. We do not have to be enemies, this war can come to an end, then we all win. All we want is for the dying to stop. Are you not tired?”

Your hand grips the nozzle harder, but your eyes never break his as he listens to every word you say.

You wonder what will happen next?

Will he shoot you? He’s a soldier before a human after all, right?

And a soldier’s duty is to their country, not to someone who they’ve drunk tea with on a rainy day.

As you blink, you hope that when you open your eyes the next thing you see won’t be eternal darkness.

But when you open them, it’s something worse.

His back is to you, and he ascends up the steps before disappearing.

The room is blanketed in so much shock that no one goes after him, or even has the courage to break the silence with frantic words.

You blink again, again, and again, but no matter how many times you blink, when you open your eyes he’s not there.

Levi knew the truth, and now....now you didn’t know what was going to happen.

I...I still don’t have much to say about this.

‘‘And you said you haven’t seen him since that night? None of his things have gone missing while you were out-”

“Y/n, how many times are you going to ask me this?”

Hitch curls her lip as she watches you pace a hole in her floor.

“But this time I’m asking you if you noticed anything missing!”

The woman squints her eyes and brushes her tan fingers through her hair before she stands.

“No, none of his things have gone missing. No, he hasn’t been by at all, no, I haven’t seen him at the local bakery or bar. Y/n, I told you the last time I’ve seen him was the last time you’ve seen him, which was three days ago.”

You part your mouth to speak as the annoyance and frustration that’s on Hitch’s tongue only gets stronger with each word.

“Actually, why do you even care so much? You seem more bothered than anyone.”

You ball your first as your heart skips a beat at her squinted eyes.

“B-because, he could have the entire German army on their way right now! And he specifically knows my face and yours, if the Nazis will shoot anyone first, it’ll be us!”

Your arms flail as you raise your voice at your friend, but she doesn’t seem fazed as you’ve been acting like this for the past three days.

Hitch sighs, “I told you to stop thinking about that! Jean said that when they do find Levi, he’ll be handled. In all honesty, I have no idea why anyone let him walk out of the room like they did, it was as if we were all in some kind of trance..”

Hitch’s words become nothing but muffled background noise as she confirms your thoughts. You knew what it meant if Levi were to be handled.

And at that thought, your heart ached and pounded, you needed to find him before they did.

But no matter how hard you looked, and how many private investigators and others you sent to search for him, you just couldn’t find the dark-haired soldier.

Suddenly the door opens and both you and Hitch stare at the chipping white wall that blocks the view of the front entrance.

Neither of you looks at one other or speaks. You just listen to the slow pound of feet against the creaking wood.

And it sounds as if the person in the house is walking miles before they finally pear around the corner, and as they do, your lip quivers.

“Levi.”

You feel as if you’ve gone back to the past. Because the situation that you’re in right now is almost identical to when Levi caught you badmouthing him. There was a look of panic on Hitch’s face, yours was twisted in shock, and Levi looked as if he had just returned from his daily walk to the farmers market.

Your lip twitches, but before you can say anything he moves past you, and walks straight upstairs to his room, and suddenly there’s the sound of his room door opening and closing.

“What just happened?”

You glanced back at Hitch as she waited for your answer, and you gave her one as you shot up from your seat and ran up the stairwell.

“Y/n, don’t!”

Hitch screeches behind you at the bottom of the stairwell, but she doesn’t bother to even move up a step as she stares at you continuing to climb them.

You look at the simple wood of Levi’s door, and instead of doing the courteous thing that would be knocking, you bust the door down as if it’s on fire.

You expect the shotgun from three nights ago to be pointed at you, but instead, he sits at his desk, reading over papers and smoking a cigarette that seems as if it were waiting for him.

“Do you not know how to knock-”

“You came back. Why? “

His eyes flick to yours before back at his papers, “Because I live here.”

Your lip twitches, “Why didn’t you-”

“Have my squad hang you and your comrades in the middle of the town square?”

Your eyes squint at him in confusion as he flips to the next letter.

“I don’t understand. If you know what I’m going to ask, and why I’m going to ask it... why won’t you just give me a straightforward answer? Is it because you agree with our cause?”

He kisses his teeth at your words, “I’m not a traitor.”

Your heart pounds and you’re already getting tired of these games.

“I’m so confused-”

“That’s fine. Leave me alone now Y/n. We have no business together.”

Your heart skips a beat as his voice picks up pace just a bit to spit his venom at you. His body language might not portray it, but you can almost feel it in your bones. The utter anger that radiates off his body at just the sight of you.

Was he angry about not knowing that the La Resistance was right under his nose?

Or was he angry that I betrayed him?

“Leave me alone Y/n-”

“I need your help.”

You bite your lip, and your eyes sing pleas as he looks up at you.

“You must be out of your damn mind.”

“Probably. But I need your help, Levi. That night you found us we were discussing how to help the Springer’s, they’re Jews who need help escaping this country-”

What am I doing?

Your mouth flies and words tumble out of them. But none of them satisfy Levi, and you can tell as he almost teleports in front of you, rage in his dark eyes.

“I don’t give a shit about the Springers, Y/n! You have a lot of audacity, I decide not to have you hanged, yet you stand here and ask for my help. GET OUT-”

“Levi, please-”

“GET OUT!”

He screams at you, his steel fingers gripping your arm and dragging you towards the door to no doubt throw you out of it.

“Levi, there’s a reason you didn’t tell on us- tell on me! Whether it’s because you believe in our cause or something else. You know that this senseless killing is wrong! You know that something must be done about it, and you can be the one to help-”

You hope your words are enough. Because before you know it your form is pressed against the wall by the force of his throw, and the wood of his door is all you see.

You know you could scream like a madman outside of his room door all you want because he would have to listen to you until your voice got hoarse or he quite literally push you down the steps and silenced you forever.

But either way, he had shut you out. You had lost his trust forever, and instead of trying to make amends, you screamed in his face about a greater cause. You would never regret your stance in the war, but as you descended the steps, you couldn’t help the tear that rolled down your cheek at the loss.

“What happened?”

Hitch came out of nowhere like a rat when the kitchen lights come on. You didn’t question why she didn’t come upstairs to check it out herself, instead, you put your head down and walked past her.

“Nothing.”

You whispered the somber words out, tears beginning to prick so strongly in the corner of your eyes that they began to sting. As much as Hitch pestered for answers, you tuned her out as you grabbed your belongings.

“I need to leave...I’m going home.”

You mumbled the words as you held the door in hand, at this point, Hitch had already given up on pleading with you to stay.

“Goodbye, Hitch-”

“Y/n.”

Your eyes widened at the new voice that commanded the room, and you looked up from your confused friend to the center stairwell.

And there he stood, with his lip peeled back a bit as his eyes burned into your skin.

“Levi?”

You tilted your head, wondering what he had to say.

He took a deep breath before finally letting the words slip from his mouth.

“I’ll help you.”

No one can truly say what suddenly made the soldier change his mind. But what they can say, is that after this decision... life for the soldier and Y/n became a rolling cart down a hill heading straight for a pile of boulders.

Made my bed?

Check.

Set my parrots free?

Check.

Visited Hitch?

You bit your lip at that last thought, you were so close to saying the five-letter word that keeps repeating in your head as you go down your mental checklist. All you have to do is knock on the old wooden door once, maybe twice, and it’ll open.

And then you can check that box.

You nervously shift on your feet.

This was so much easier in my head

You groaned as your fist met the wood door.

“Y/n?”

Hitch’s eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Hitch-”

“Oh my God- I missed you so much! Come in!”

The woman wrapped her arms around you, she pulled you in so close that you’d swear she wanted you to melt into her skin.

“Jean had told me that you were back from your trip, but I called him a liar since I knew you would have come by my place already if that were true. I’m just so happy you’re safe, that the Springers are safe, and oh God, that you’re safe. I can’t believe that you went on such a dangerous and dumb mission.”

The woman continues to ramble, and you feel tears swim at the back of your eyes at how happy she was to see you.

“Let’s go up to my room so that we can talk! Maman is supposed to be home soon, and she’ll put something onto cook if she knows you’re here, she always seems to do that-”

“Hitch, wait.”

She tugs at your hand, but you don’t budge from your spot.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?”

Your stomach twisted.

Just say it Y/n

“Y/n?”

The dark-haired woman tilted her head, concern running across her face as she waited for you to speak.

“I’m leaving, Hitch.”

She kissed her teeth, “Oh. You have to go home? I was really looking forward to us talking and gossiping about your epic adventure. But I guess that's ok, that trip of yours must have truly been traumatizing to make you so dramatic about such little things now, Y/n-”

“I’m leaving France, Hitch, and I won’t be returning.”

It was as if all the air in the room had been sucked out, and Hitch was just now realizing it.

Her face twisted and formed into shapes you didn’t even know were possible until she opened her mouth.

“You’re leaving France? Why? I don’t get it, I thought the mission went well? Are you in some kind of trouble? You don’t have to run, we can help you-”

“I’m not in trouble, Hitch!”

The words rip out of your vocal cords as you knew this conversation was inevitable.

“Then I don’t get it Y/n, why would you leave France? Why would you leave your home?”

You swear you see tears prick at the side of her own eyes and your stomach twists as you hope she understands what you’re about to say next.

“I’m leaving France to live with Levi. We are going to be together, and the only way for that to happen is if we leave this life behind.”

“Leave this life behind?” Hitch says the words as if they’re lemons on her tongue. “Do you mean the life with your friends, your family, your everything? You’re running away with a Nazi? Have you gone mad? Have you forgotten everything you stood for?”

Hitch throws venom at you, and it stings, bad.

“I’m not running off with some Nazi, Hitch! I’m leaving to have a life with the first person who has ever made me feel like I mattered! He makes me happy, and I won’t ever get that feeling if I stay here in France. If you love me, Hitch, you’d let me go. You’d be happy for me!”

Tears stream down your face as your arms flail and your voice grows hoarse. You’ve known Hitch since you were 8 years old, and this is the first time the two of you have ever argued. And it hurts.

“I loved the Y/n I thought I knew. But I can’t love the person that’s in front of me right now. “

This, this stings.

You don’t even try to reason on scream anymore, you’ve done enough of that in this house. Instead, you turn on your heels, and you rush out of the door with nothing but tears filling your eyes as you can’t believe that you and Hitch’s relationship would end like this.

You ended up crying all the way home. And when you reached your doorstep, your eyes were nothing but puffy lumps of meat.

In all honesty, you didn’t exactly expect Hitch to jump for joy.

But you could dream, right?

It didn’t matter now, what’s done is done. You’re only responsibility is to finish packing, and meet Levi at the spot like you both promised one another.

And when you meet up with him, you’d leave all your worries from this life behind.

“Going somewhere?”

Your heart slowed a bit at the sound of your mother’s voice, you could hear it coming from your door as you assumed she was watching you pack. But you refused to turn around and look at her, you couldn’t.

“Yes, I’m going on a trip.”

You bit your lip, the thought of the last conversation that you’ll probably ever have with your mother being made of lies broke your heart a bit.

But you knew that if she knew where you were truly going, she’d strap you to your bed and have the maids feed you by pump for the rest of your life.

“You’re visiting cousin Lyam again? You just got back.”

Lyam.

That was your lie from before, you had almost forgotten that you had told your mother that you would be visiting your cousin for a while and that you would be back when you could.

“I know, but it’s him, not me. I’ve taught him all about these plants that he can grow in his greenhouse, and he’s become obsessed with them so much, but at the same time he believes that he can't take care of them on his own, at least not for right now. So just as I've landed back home, he wants me to come right back-”

“I called Lyam, Y/n. He told me he hasn’t seen or heard from you since when I took you ten years ago.”

Your mouth dried at her words, “Y-you caught me, Maman, Hitch and I ran away to the countryside for a minute, we just wanted to get away!”

You continue to babble, your mouth flying, but as you stared at your mother in her eyes, the look in them frightened you.

She didn’t believe a word that you said.

What could you say?

What lie could you come up with to make her shake her head, pull your ear, and then walk away?

What could remove that weird look that was on her face as she stood there staring at you with...with-

Actually, there was something else to that look in her eyes.

She didn’t just not believe you.

She knew something.

And that made you stop talking all at once.

“Madame L/n, you’ve been kind enough to your daughter. It’s time we tell her outright.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at the aged man that stood in front of your mother. His tall frame towered over her, his brown eyes staring at you with nothing but distaste as he walked into the room.

“Charles.”

“How could you hurt your mother so deeply, Y/n? How could you hurt me?”

Charles Allard.

Your fiancé, who currently held a deep look of hurt and distaste on his face.

“I don’t understand, what did I do-”

The back of Charles’s hand finds your face, and before you know it your face is pressed against the ground in shock as your hand grips your stinging cheek.

From the ground, your eyes meet your mother’s, but she does nothing but look off in unspoken discontent.

“We know about everything, Y/n. We know about La Resistance, we know about you drugging your mother every month to sneak off, we know that you helped Jews escape this country, and we know of your sin.”

Your fiancé's voice didn’t even raise, there was nothing but venom and squinted eyes of disgust as he talked to you.

You stood on your feet, making sure to back up into the wall so that he wouldn’t so easily strike you again. You were trapped in the room, and the window was your only way of escape. If you jumped out of it you’d be sure to break a few bones, but you’d do it to escape to Levi.

“You and I will get married in Toulouse, and you will live there from now on. You will obey my every order, and we’ll work impregnating you so that you can produce me a son-”

“You can burn in hell! I will never marry you, and I will not carry your devilish seed!”

You screamed at the man in front of you, you watched the way his hand raised in reaction and you grabbed the closest thing to you which was a lamp and you threw the priceless object at him. It wasn’t hard for him to dodge it, and the lamp shattered onto the ground, a noise coming out of your mother’s lips at the sight.

“Y/n, dear, just calm down-”

Charles snatched you by your arm, pulling you close to him and his brown eyes stared holes into yours.

“You will do everything that I say you’re going to do. You should consider yourself lucky that you are receiving no punishment for your sins. Instead, that traitorous soldier will be in your place.”

You felt as if the world stopped on its axis at his words.

And as you processed them, you realized that the earth would fall into oblivion any time now.

“What did you do to him?”

Your words were desperate, and your hands gripped Charles’s shirt like a vice as your eyes bore holes into his skin.

“He is paying for your sins.”

The world finally rolled off its axis and began its descent into the dark.

“What did you do to him?” Your hand reeled and you punched your fiancé in the face. “Where is he?” Before he could fall at the force of your hit, another fist flew towards his face. “Tell me now!” You screamed as he fell onto the ground, and like a beast you found yourself on top of him, your fists meeting his face wildly as you screamed at him. “Where is he-”

“Y/n, stop this!”

Your mother hooked her hands under your arms, pulling you off the man that was under you as the shock on his face slowly melted away into another face.

“You Nazi whore!”

The back of Charles’s hand found your face once more.

“If you want to see him so bad, you have your wish.”

He screamed at you, his fingers hooking themselves into your hair before he pulled you by it out of the room.

Your estate was filled with your mother’s screams and your own as he held you by your hair the entire time through the house. And as you approached the cellar, Charles snatched the door open.

“You can find your soldier down there.”

He reeled you by your hair and threw you down the steps, and you gasped at the sensation of your body hitting the hard of the wall and the splinters of the steps that tore into your skin. The sensation of your skin tearing and peeling would repeat for what felt like a millennia until your entire body slammed against the hard cement of the ground.

“Y/n-”

“Y/n!”

Your eyes squeeze at the call of your name, your body throbbed in pain, and the sound of screaming makes your ears bleed.

But at the familiarity of the voice, your head lifts off the ground to meet your soldier’s eyes.

They look at you with worry, and they’re smothered with care for you and only you.

In another world, as his name falls from your lips, it’d be in relief at finally being united with him, but as your lips part, a scream falls from them.

“LEVI!”

You find yourself back on your feet, your legs wobbling and screaming as you do so, but you don’t care as you throw yourself onto the dark-haired man. Your hands grasp his face as you can’t believe the sight. His eyes are swollen shut, and his face is decorated in different shades of purple and pink that run all the way down to his once-pale chest.

“What did you do to him you, monster?”

You whipped around, your fists balled as you stared at everyone that was in the room.

Your fiancé stood there with a look of disgust on his face, but it wasn’t pointed at the sight of Levi, but instead at the way you showed such deep concern at what the man next to him had done.

The other man stood tall and burly, his fists covered in blood that wasn’t his own. He laughed at your angry expression.

Your head turned towards your mother who was too nervous to come down the stairs to see what was happening in her own home.

“Y/n...run.”

Levi muttered breathlessly, but you didn’t waver as you stared holes into the men that stood in front of you.

“Now you see the price of your sin, Y/n. Don’t you understand that you’re the reason that this happened?”

Your blood boiled, and it took everything in you not to lunge at Charles and the man next to him and not rake their faces off with your nails and teeth. Instead, you turned around and attempted to remove the shackles off of Levi that kept him in place.

But the minute you did, you felt a hand around your hair that snatched you back.

“I see this isn’t enough. It’s time you get beat into shape.”

You gasped as you were pulled back further, you screamed and kicked, but with both Charles’s and the large brute’s power combined, they managed to chain you just the way they did Levi.

“Harvey, I’ll leave her to you. Do with her as much as you want, just don’t kill her-”

“Wait! This wasn’t what we agreed on Monsieur Allard! You said you would take her away and rid of the soldier!”

Your eyes widened at the woman who stood at the center of the room, her eyes refusing to look into your own as she pleaded with your fiancé.

“Hitch? Hitch, what do you mean- I don’t understand-”

Your eyes widened and you screamed out. “You did this to me? You told my mother and Charles? How could you? I thought we were friends?”

Your heart ached with betrayal, and Hitch finally turned to you with sorrowful eyes that were spilling with tears.

“Y/n, I did this to save you! You’d die if you ran off with that soldier-”

Hitch was cut off as Charles backhanded her just the way he did you earlier. But instead of letting her fall, he snatched her by her arm and pulled her close.

“I’m tired of you damn women and thinking that what you do or say matters! Y/n had her chance to not be punished, and instead, she let her feminine emotions cloud her head. If anything, you need to be grateful that I don’t have you hanged and thrown in the dirt where you were born for knowing this affair was going on the entire time. Now, come on.”

You couldn’t help the way your heart panged in fear for your friend as Charles dragged her up the stairs.

“Charles, maybe we should listen to the girl, my daughter did think with her emotions, but there have to be better ways to solve this rather than-”

“Shut up woman! Or do you want to be strung up right with your whore daughter?”

Charles screamed at your mother. And for just a second, there was hope in your heart that your mother would push the man down the steps and untie her daughter from the fate that awaited her.

But all she did was give you a sad look before retreating up the stairs.

Another part of your heart shattered as the door finally closed, leaving you, Levi, and the beast Harvey all in one room, waiting for your punishment.

All in one day you had experienced more betrayal and despair than you had ever experienced in an entire lifetime.

And as you waited for your punishment all you could ask yourself was how did you get here?

Was it when you joined La Resistance?

Was it when you decided to use the soldier for his knowledge?

Or was it that trip that you took with Levi to save the Springers?

It had to be that.

In the middle of such a tragedy, your heart still warmed at the thought of those past few days you spent with Levi.

And to continue that warm feeling, you thought about that exact moment.

Levi and Y/n were in grave danger. But to overcome it they both must remember what led them to where they are now.

“Are they all asleep?”

You jump at the sound of Levi’s voice. And as you turn on your heels, you swear you see the ghost of a smirk dancing across his face at sneaking up on you.

You glance inside the small barn, it was pitch black. But, if you squeezed your eyes hard enough you’d be able to see the small family huddled up in ragged blankets and clothes.

You sighed, “Yes, they are.”

“Go to sleep, I’ll keep watch.”

You placed your hand on your hips and let the barn door close.

“You’ve been saying that since we left home. I’m not sure if you’ve ever rested. It’s fine, I’ll keep watch tonight.”

It was the truth, Levi, the Springer’s, and you had escaped your Nazi-ridden home an entire week ago in a small baby blue Peugeot. And the entire time Levi had kept night watch.

You’d swear he never slept. And he’d always blame it on-

“You’ll do nothing but fall asleep. You’re shit at staying awake for long, I’ve been trained to stay awake for days at a time.”

You roll your eyes as he uses his training against you.

“Well, this isn’t a mission. And if it is, it’s my mission, I’ll stay on watch tonight, I got a good rest while we were driving earlier, so I’ll be up anyways.”

You watch as his eyebrow twitches, but he doesn’t argue or sigh as he lets out a small, “Suit yourself.”

You nod, “Have a goodnight.”

Without a response, he disappears into the barn.

You decide to keep watch inside the car as Levi had done many nights ago.

Even though you did volunteer for night watch. You hoped that the sun would rise soon. Night watch was boring, and the most you could do was watch the grass sway and hope that a fox and a hare would run by soon in a dramatic chase of life and death.

But, it was as if the entire world was asleep, except for you.

You didn’t know when it started, but your head had become heavier, and soon it began to rock from side to side. And soon after, your eyelids became a hundred pounds, and no muscle in your body could hold them up for long.

And in a matter of seconds, your eyes fell closed, and you too succumbed to sleep.

“AHH!”

Suddenly you were jerked awake by the sound of a scream that ripped into the night. You gasped and cursed yourself for falling asleep. You ripped the car door open and ran to where you assumed the scream had come from. Your heart pounded with each and every step, and as your hands snatched the barn doors open, your eyes widened in utter shock.

The golden hay was soaked red under the Springers’ blood. Each and every one of them rattled with holes that only vengeful bullets could bring.

“NO!”

You screamed into the barn, horror painting your face as you looked for the culprit of this crime.

Could it have been Levi?

Your heart panged at the idea, but you entertained it.

What if he was never on our side in the first place? What if he’s going to kill me next? What if-

Something wet splatters onto your face.

Your eyes widen in shock, and your fingers slowly touch your face. Your fingertips are soaked in whatever you’re touching, and as you pull your hand back, your fingers are dripping with thick liquid the shade of dark blue.

But you’re no idiot, and the darkness of the night isn’t enough to fool you about what the blue shade is truly hiding.

And as another splatter hits your face, you slowly tilt your head upwards to find its source. Your head suddenly feels like a hundred pounds, but you manage to finally lock eyes with the source of your soon to be forever nightmare.

And as you take it all in, your lips part into a scream loud enough to break sound barriers.

Levi Ackerman hangs from the beams. His body is lightly swaying, but the swell of his purple neck and the carvings of his stomach that spell out: TRAITOR, are enough to let you know that he is dead.

“LEVI, NOOO-”

“Y/n?”

Hands wrap around your shoulders and you scream once more, your hands flailing as you try to fight off whoever could have committed such atrocities.

“Y/n!”

They scream your name once more, and this time your eyes focus on the source.

“L-Levi?”

He stands there in front of you, his neck pale and perfect, and his stomach covered by his clothing. And as you looked forward to where the Springers’ dead bodies are, there was nothing but a slightly ajar barn door.

“The Springers-”

“Are fast asleep, what’s wrong?”

Levi squints his eyes at you, and as he continues to give you a confused glare, your eyes widen in realization.

“I was sleeping?”

Your hand grasps your face, and suddenly you realize that you never left the car in the first place.

“Yes, your screams were loud enough to wake a sleeping bear up. Were you trying to get us caught-”

He stops talking as he notices tears streaming down your face.

The look of concern that paints his face makes you bow your head in shame.

“I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot. I fell asleep on the job and then had the audacity to wake up and scream, I’m the worst.”

You don’t have the strength to look at him. You had told him that you were fully capable of keeping watch, and yet you had proved every reason as to why you were not.

He already hates me, and I’m just giving him another reason to add to his list of why

The tears seemed to flow harder as they pooled onto your pants.

“What was your dream about?”

You lift your head in confusion, and his own is tilted out of curiosity.

You shake your head, “It was nothing-”

“Tell me everything, Y/n.”

He speaks with authority, and your heart skips a beat at the sound of your name on his tongue.

But you shake your head and tell him every single detail from when you thought you woke up to when you actually woke up.

You had always known that Levi wasn’t a man of many emotions, but when someone tells you a brutal death that you suffered in their dream, you at least expect the quiver of their lip.

But all he did was blink.

“So, you had a nightmare.”

It was more of a statement than a question, but you nodded your head in shame.

“I’m sorry.”

You bow your head once more, and your heart skips another beat at the feeling of his hand falling onto yours.

“Are you sorry for falling asleep or for having nightmares? Because if it’s for falling asleep, your forgiven, just stop being a brat and listen to me next time.”

You feel like a child as you nod your head.

“As for your nightmare, there’s no reason to apologize for those, we all get them.”

You squint your eyes as he looks off at his own words.

“Do you have nightmares, Levi?”

He sighs, “Not in a long time.”

Your eyes look off at his answer.

But by being a soldier you’ve had to have seen the worse of this war, your dreams can’t always have been sunshine and rainbows

He catches the look you give, and his fingers curl on your own.

“I haven’t had a nightmare in a long time because I don’t get much sleep.”

Your brows furrow, “What do you mean you don’t get much sleep?”

He shrugs, “It’s exactly what it sounds like, I sleep enough to regain energy, but even then, I’m not truly sleeping, sometimes I’m just closing my eyes.”

Your fists ball, “But why would you do that to yourself? It’s unhealthy!”

“Would you rather I have nightmares?”

You shake your head, “What? No!”

“Then I don’t need to sleep.”

“Would you stop being a brat and fix your sleep schedule, Levi?”

“Since when did you turn into my Mutman?”

You raise a brow, “Your what?”

“The French call their Mutti’s, Mutman, right?”

You snort as you recognize the German word. “It’s Maman, Levi.”

His eyes stretch wide for all of a second, and you can’t help but giggle, the utter horror that filled your body earlier melting away into nothing.

“I like when you’re like this, I like when we’re like this.”

Your hand rests on your cheek as your head tilts towards him.

“Are you flirting with me, Madam?”

Your heart pounds, and you sit straight as you stare at the man with a flustered face.

“W-what? Of course not! Why would I ever do that?”

You continue to ramble like a schoolgirl, your cheeks hot and your hands waving. Did what you say truly come off as flirtatious?

Your mind deep dives into over analyzing your actions so much that you almost don’t hear what he says next.

“Would it be so bad if you were?”

Your rambling suddenly stops.

The words that fall from his lips make your heart pound, and as his dark eyes stare into yours the compact blue car becomes a bit smaller.

You had always thought Levi to be a handsome man.

The combination of his dark features and his pale skin is something you only read about in your secret romance books.

There was no man in all of France who was like him.

Maybe there was something in the air tonight, but the moonlight reflected off of his pale face so well that his dark eyes shined and felt deeper than ever. You wondered if you could swim in them? If you swam deep enough, would you know every single secret about the man in front of you?

Would you know how he truly felt about you?

Would you-

“We shouldn’t talk like this, Monsieur, I wouldn’t want anyone to overhear. I’m a soon to be married woman.”

Your hand grips your chest as the thought of your fiance flashes through your head.

Your heart pangs.

You watch Levi, and he slowly blinks.

You should have expected such a reaction from him, but a small part of you wanted a wide eyed look or a small gasp.

“Do you love him?”

You slightly gasped and your eyes widened.

“I-I love him as much as a soon to be devoted wife should.”

Your words sound so practiced and picked apart to perfection that you feel like a machine when you say them.

How could you expect him to let his barriers fall when you couldn’t even see past your wall of lies?

“Are you happy with the role you play, Y/n?”

Your brows furrow. “Excuse me?”

He blinks slowly. “Everyone in this damn world has a role, and everyone in this war knows it, are you satisfied with your role, Y/n?”

You bite your lip as you think about his question.

“Of course I’m satisfied, I work every day to stop the corruption that bleeds and spreads into Europe-”

“Not that role.”

Your brow raises, “What are you talking about then?”

You watch as he adjusts his collar as you dwell over the hard question.

“Your role in this world is more than La Resistance, are you satisfied with everything else?”

You think about your life, your upbringing.

Every part of it had been written for you before you were even born.

And every decision you made led you right back home.

You were an aristocrat, who loved to paint but would never be more than a painter whose art would be hung up in the garden to rot.

You were a romantic who loved the magic of love but was cursed to live out the rest of your life with a man you’ve only met once.

You were a symbol of hope who’d lead the cause in France to end the Nazi reign that cursed Europe, but you were cursed to the shadows with the rats, your voice always answering to your leader.

So, were you satisfied with the role that you played?

“I’m not sure.”

You feel a single tear roll down your cheek and fall onto your hand, the wet drop sizzling on your skin like acid.

You blink three times before you wipe the tear off your face.

You take a deep breath and you look at him as he waits patiently, as if he knew you were going to ask him a question.

“Levi, what will you do once the war is over?”

This time he’s the one with the wide eyes.

You don’t know why you ask it, but you need to know, you want to know.

You’ve never asked anyone such a question.

How can you?

When you’re deep in a war, and the entire world has gone to hell, it’s selfish to ask another adult what they’ll do once the war is over.

Questions like that are meant for big eyed children who don’t know their days are numbered.

Not people like you, not a soldier.

“I’ll probably still have nightmares if I’m able to see the end of the war.”

Your heart pounds at the thought of it only being a possibility of him seeing the end of the war.

The thought of him dying in service makes your heart skip a beat.

“What do you mean about still having nightmares?”

He blinks slowly.

“I don’t deserve to see the end of the war, I gave my soul to my country, and I don’t plan on getting it back when the war is over.”

His tone doesn’t break, his face is still, and his eyes are steady.

But his fists are clenched so tight you can see blood oozing out of his hands.

You want to scream at him to stop, you want to tell him not to think like that, that everything will be ok in the end.

But how could you have such audacity?

Especially when he represented everything that you hated, everything you worked against.

Especially when he had come to terms with his own fate.

Your hand rests on his, and suddenly his clenched fist loosens.

You stare deeply into his eyes.

“Levi, what would you do when the war is over?”

You repeat the question, and this time you hope he understands what you mean.

He sighs, and his eyes look off as if he’s looking for his possible future, for his dream.

“I’d live in a small home on a hill, surrounded by Forget-Me-Nots.”

Your heart pounds as he talks about the flowers that he says remind him of you.

“And what else?”

You see the flicker of a dreamy look in his eyes, and you want it to grow into a flame. You want him to want his dream as badly as you want it.

“It’d barely rain, and when it did, I’d stay in, knit, and drink tea.”

You laugh at the thought of the soldier knitting a sweater.

“And what would you do when it’s sunny?”

The light in his dark eyes grows, and your heart inflates.

“I’d make tea for anyone who passes by, and I’d sell homemade silks and quilts for a living.”

“Would you be alone?”

Your eyes widen as you don’t expect the question to fall out of your lips.

“Who else would be there?”

Your heart pounds, and you throw out the first things that come to mind.

“Your mother, or sibling, maybe a cat or five, or even...” You take a deep breath and look off.

“Your wife and children.”

You refuse to look at him as your body is on fire. You have no clue why, and as his eyes bore into you, your body heat only rises.

“I’ve never thought of anything that way.”

You tilt your head. “Why not?”

He lets out a small breath. “I’ve never thought there to be a woman out there who’d love someone like me enough to smile at the thought of living out the rest of their days with me.”

Your eyes widen at his sad words. “Never? I’m sure thousands of women have thought about marrying you!”

Your heart pounds at the thought of the thousands of women out there who’d be willing to marry Captain Levi.

The thousands of girls out there who would move out into the empty countryside in a small house that’s surrounded in blue flowers and only rains every now and then.

The thousands of girls who would drink tea with him and talk about the memories that they shared.

The thousands of girls who would grow a family with him in their little house and watch them grow up as they grow old together.

Your body hurts, and you’re not sure why.

“Thousands, huh?” He looks off, almost as if the words leave a bad taste on his tongue. But his eyes connect with yours and he speaks once more.

“What will you do when the war is over, Y/n?”

You want to tell him that you’ll probably be in Paris raising your three sons while Charles works and you drink until you die in the house pool.

But you know he’ll say the same thing you told him.

You squeeze your eyes tight, and you try to imagine the perfect world where there’s no war, and no more suffering, just peace.

At first, there’s nothing but darkness, but as you squeeze your eyes tighter, you can start to see it, your paradise, your dream.

And it takes the form of-

You gasp and open your eyes, your heart pounding.

Your eyes meet Levi’s waiting ones, and you shift around in your seat.

“I’d be able to travel the world, I’d probably go to America to look at the Statue of Liberty, I heard it’s beautiful to draw in the winter.”

Your heart feels as if it’s pounding out of your chest. You can’t tell him what you really thought when you closed your eyes.

If you did, it’d ruin everything.

“Is that so?”

You nod your head, and you swear there’s a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

Does he know?

“Your dream is boring.”

Your eyes widen and you gasp.

“And yours is basic, you white picket fence plagiarist”

That night stretched on forever, and the soldier and the aristocrat continued to talk about a world that didn’t exist, at least not yet.

“Do you two know my name?”

You only see the back of the brute as he sharpens his knife. You can’t see his face, but you can feel the sickening smirk that wraps it.

You grit your teeth, you refuse to answer his question, and you refuse to play along with his sick game.

“For the sake of your pretty faces, I’m going to say that you don’t know.”

He sharpens his weapon one last time before placing it down on the table.

He turns around, and his lip curls to reveal a menacing yellow tooth that was turning black.

“They call me Le majordome du diable”

His French is broken and poor due to his strong English accent, but you instantly recognized the name.

“So you do know who I am.”

The man boasts and laughs, and every single ear-shattering laugh shakes your bones as he’s no normal brute.

“Why don’t you tell your German friend who I am, Madame.”

You forget how to breathe as the man’s large grotesque face is only centimeters away from yours.

“Y-you’re a murderer.”

The man laughs, and his spit slaps against your face which you can’t even wipe off due to your tied hands.

“Everyone in this damn war is a murderer, I just happen to get paid for it, I’m a businessman. The French hire the English butler who serves no one but the devil of money itself, so I kill or torture who I have to.”

He laughs some more, and you feel nothing but shock as you stare at the source of your childhood nightmares.

At least that’s what you thought he was, nothing but a figment of your imagination. A silly tale made up by other nobles on how they’d send Le majordome du diable to hang you by your intestines from the Eiffel Tower if you crossed the wrong person.

But he was no silly tale.

He was real, alive, and menacing.

“Do you know that, that Charles up there paid me enough to buy three of these houses in exchange for torturing the soldier back here?”

The beast laughs and your stomach twists at the evil that your fiance’s money was used for.

You try your best to glare at the man, especially as Levi’s broken and battered form dangles from the wall, and if it weren’t for the slight twitch of his finger every now and then you’d swear he was dead.

“I wanna make sure I do a real pretty job with the two of you since this isn’t no quick kill. I’m gonna make this slow and fun for the three of us, I even made sure to bring all me tools.”

The man’s gold tooth gleams at you, and his hand references the table full of weapons that you’ve never seen before.

“I’ve thought long and hard on what I was going to do, I thought about putting a bucket of rats on your stomachs and having them dig their way out through your innards.”

He laughs and you shift uncomfortably.

“I thought about having my horse walk across yer bodies real slow and nice so you can feel every crack and break of your bones.” He scratches his chin and laughs again.

“The two of you might be able to tell I wanted to be a veterinarian. But I got into a more entertaining profession.”

You shake your head and look on with disgust.

“You’re a monster.”

His large feet lumber towards you, and you instantly regret your words as his large and rough hands wrap around your chin. And while he’s not angry, just the feeling of his hands holding your chin feels as if it’ll break any second now.

“I’m worse than the monsters under your bed darling-”

“GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF HER!”

Levi suddenly comes to life as he roars from his chains at the large man. You feel hopeful as you see the act of rage slightly move his chains out of the wall.

Le Majordome laughed at the display, but he took his fingers off you nonetheless.

He stomps over to Levi and grabs a handful of his dark hair.

“I thought I might have killed you, I was actually getting a little bit scared.”

He smiles as Levi glares at him through swollen eyes and a bloody face.

“Let’s begin the game before you go into shock, yea?”

He lets go of Levi, Le Majordome presses himself against his table, his arms crossed as he smiles.

“The rules of the game are simple, and I won’t repeat them, so open your damn ears.”

He speaks as if the three of you are about to play tag or footbal.

“I call this game the lover’s quarrel because it tests the strength of a relationship. I tell you two what torture method I plan on using, and the two of you decide who I’ll use it on.”

Your eyes widen and you spit at the man.

“We refuse to play a part in your sick and twisted games!”

The humor leaves the murderer’s eyes, and they turn ice cold as they stare at you.

“Neither of you have a choice you bitch, you’ll either play or die, and I’d hate to stop the fun now.”

His voice shakes you to your core, and you begin to realize the magnitude of your situation. Your entire life you had been in control whether you wanted to agree with that idea or not.

And now? You were truly experiencing what it would mean to have every single power and ability stripped away from you as you would soon be forced to watch Levi or yourself be tortured.

You bit your lip as you looked at Levi.

Whatever torture that is given, I will take it, I refuse to see that savage lay another hand on him

“I’m gonna start this game off nice and simple with my little pocket knife. “ The Butler wiggles around his knife as that sick smile finds its way across his face again.

“I’m gonna cut one of you real bad, so who’s it gonna be-”

“Me.”

The man laughs as both your and Levi’s eyes widen.

“Now, this game is gonna be exciting, I’ve never had two people both volunteer to be tortured at the same time.”

“We- we’re not, Y/n, shut up.”

Levi spits the words out, blood spattering the floor as he glares at you.

“Levi-”

“Do you have no shame?”

The brutish man curls his lip in disgust at you.

“You want to save the life of a Nazi? After everything his people have done?”

You shake your head furiously.

“He’s not a Nazi!”

Your brows knit as you spit at the man. It was something you had to learn the difference between as well. For so long you had believed that he was a Nazi soldier.

However, one night he revealed to you that while he was a soldier of Germany, never in his life did he carry the title of a Nazi.

He had only lived a life on the battlefield.

“How pathetic.” The Butler squints his eyes at the both of you. “He fights for a country that’s killed thousands nonetheless-”

“Just as you said everyone in this war is murderers, from the Americas to Britain-”

“Y/n!”

Levi barks out, and you can tell it hurts as his body shutters.

“He’s right, now let me take the punishment, there’s no reason for you to pay for my country’s sins.”

“L-Levi, I refuse-”

“Make a decision or I’ll hurt both of you.”

“Y/n, say me.”

Your head spins as you think about his words. You couldn’t let him do this for you, right?

He was right, his country had sinned, but was he not just another victim of a senseless war? Were you all not victims?

So why was it right to see him suffer once more?

“Levi, I choose Levi.”

Your heart falls onto the ground as the words fall out of your mouth.

Why did you choose him?

Why didn’t you fight harder?

Did you agree with Le Majordome?

Was everyone right and did the emotions that you felt for the soldier across from you cloud your proper judgment?

At the clap of The Butler’s hands, you’re snapped out of your thoughts.

You look at Levi in pure horror, but all he does is nod his head at you.

“Finally, we can have a little fun! Now, dear, pick which part of him you want me to cut off.”

Your eyes widen. “What?”

You screech out and the man groans. “Pick which part, or maybe I’ll pick myself.”

The man takes his knife and drags it down Levi’s broad chest, he doesn’t stop in one place but the blade on his skin makes yours crawl.

You feel sick to your stomach as you have to think about which part you want the murderer to mutilate.

“H-his finger.”

Your fists ball and your fingers flex as you try to think. If it were you, the one thing you wouldn’t mind losing would be your finger, right?

Your lip curls.

But it’s not me, I’m disgusting

Before you can process what’s happening, a sick slice slashes through the air. And a spatter of blood stains the grotesque man’s shoes.

Bile fills in the back of your throat as Levi’s finger rolls to the bottom of your feet.

Le Majordome bursts out into laughter.

“You should see the looks on your faces!”

He bends over in laughter, and as he does you imagine ten different ways of brutally killing him.

“You monster-”

“What’s next?”

The shaky breath falls from Levi’s lips, and for the first time, you look back at him. His head is bowed, and his body shifts uncomfortably. You look at his hand and the place where a finger is supposed to be spilled with blood, staining the bone that sticks out of his hand and palm red.

“Next?”

The man laughs as he stares at Levi, “It’s time to see who is here’s gonna get branded like a lucky heifer.”

The man chuckles and your heart drops as the fire pit finally catches your attention, the branding iron that sticks out of it making your body sweat from where you stand.

You shook your head, Levi lost a finger and he’s in terrible condition, I’ll take the rest of the punishments until I die or figure a way out of this

Your eyes stare at the man fiercely.

“I’ll take this round.”

You shift uncomfortably, but you try to stand as proudly as someone can who’s bound.

The man’s lip curls and he tilts his head at Levi.

“German, both of you have to agree, are you alright with your pretty doll getting marked by me?”

The man’s disgusting tone makes your stomach flip but you don’t waiver.

“Y/n...” Levi grunts out, his voice deep and damaged as he struggled to speak.

“Never let me hear you suggest yourself for my punishment again-”

“But Levi-”

“Or I’ll never forgive you, I refuse to see you hurt.”

Tears fall from your eyes as you stare at him, why won’t he just give up?

“Levi-”

“Five seconds left to make a decision.”

Le Majordome’s lip curls as he stares at the two of you.

You think of every way to convince him to give up, to let you take the punishment, or a way for the two of you to escape, but nothing at all comes to you.

Because you knew no matter what you tried, even if Levi was on the thin line between life and death, he’d let the psychopath hurt him a thousand times before he touched you.

And if you continued to argue the both of you would be hurt, which would help nothing but your shame.

“Levi.”

“Me.”

The man laughs, and his back turns as he gets the bright red branding iron out of the fire pit.

“Now, where should I brand him?”

The sound of sizzling flesh and the smell of it would be burned into your brain forever.

And so would every other torture method that the man performed on Levi.

He was burned, mutilated, and so many more atrocities were committed against him.

All because of your weakness, all because of you muttering his name like a coward every time it was time to pick a punishment.

“Levi Levi Levi Levi Levi.”

His name repeated in your head like a bad song, and before you knew it you were staring at your bile, watching the way it bubbled and seeped into the ground as it got to escape.

“I think he’s dead.”

Suddenly you zone into reality, and your heavy head lifts as you stare ahead of you. A shrill scream leaves your throat at the sight of your soldier.

“LEVI!”

His body lays limp, his red wrists twisting blue and purple as his body hangs from the chains.

Le Majordome puts his finger on Levi’s pulse as he looks at you, his tongue sticking out in excitement.

“Since he’s dead the next punishment will be which piece of him will you eat- he’s alive.”

The man pouts, “Bastard is barely there though, it’s not gonna be fun torturing a walking corpse.”

You don’t even pay attention to the way the brute shakes Levi by his hair.

He’s alive?

You should be feeling relieved, right?

Levi was still alive, of course, he was still alive, it took more than that to kill him, right?

But the sinking feeling in your stomach made you want to throw up again.

Because as you stared at the man who sacrificed his sanity and body for you, you realized something.

He might now have given up physically, but he had given up mentally.

He accepted his death before it could even come.

Tears fall from your eyes like waterfalls at the reality of your situation.

You were a loser, a pathetic loser who could do nothing but watch the man you lov- the man who sacrificed himself for you to give up and accept his own death while you stood there with nothing but a twisted ankle.

And when he died, you’d be next.

Neither you nor him would ever see the end of the war.

And your dreams would never come true.

Your body shuts down, and you close your eyes in hopes of dying.

“LEVI, WAKE UP!”

You sound like a broken record as you scream the words out over and over again.

But you get nothing in response.

It’s all over

Your fists ball

If it’s truly over, then I want his last moments to be as beautiful as they can

“Levi.” Your voice quivers.

I have nothing to lose, damn my pride.

“May my lord strike me down quickly so that when we both pass on we’ll meet again. And if you’re in hell, I’ll follow you to the deepest pits so that we can be damned together for eternity.”

Each word is raw and beating as it falls from your tongue.

“In the living world, we may have not achieved our dreams, but when we pass on...” Tears fall from your eyes. “We’ll live in our own paradise in the middle of the woods in a cottage home where you make tea for as many lost souls as you can. And I will be by your side...because...because....”

You choke but the words spill.

“Because my dream is to be by your side for the rest of my life, because I’m in love with you, Levi Ackerman!”

You scream the words as you sob, and you hope that even if he’s already walking the bridge to the afterlife he can hear the faint whisper of your voice one last time.

“He’s dead.”

The man drawls and your heart stops.

Your head falls in utter defeat.

Was it all worth it?

You had risked so much, your life, your status, your everything, and he did the same.

The two of you risked it all to be together, just to be ripped apart in the end.

Was the beauty of your relationship, every single moment from tea talk in Hitch’s kitchen, secret letters, and late-night talks worth the fate that the two of you met?

All you were left with was heartbreak and despair.

“Please, just kill me.”

You hear the sound of the man’s large feet stomping over, and you don’t even react to the pain as his hands grab fist fulls of your hair, lifting your limp head up, but no matter what he did your eyes bore into the ground.

kill me

“Look me in my eyes as we decide how ima kill you.”

The man slurs, and as he makes your eyes connect with his, yours widen.

Because wrapped around Le Majordome’s face is a chain.

And within a second, it snaps, hair and skin filling the hair before it falls to the ground with the large man.

But his screams of agony are nothing but white noise at what stands in front of you.

At who stands in front of you.

Your chest heats and tears spill from your eyes.

“Levi.”

He stands there, like a walking corpse.

His muscled chest heaves as it’s painted in scars and wounds that’ll heal in another lifetime. His head is bowed and his dark hair sticks to his face so much that you can’t even see his eyes to know if he’s actually alive.

“Levi.”

The second time you say it, it’s not out of shock, but pure relief.

He’s alive

He walks over towards you and cups your face. And you can finally see his eyes. They’re swollen, ugly, and smothered in pain, but in the small slivers, you can still see raw affection in his eyes.

His lips connect with yours, and your heart flips and pounds.

The blood on your tongue is clouded by the love on his.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

“Levi!”

When you say his name, instead of relief, it’s filled with warning as the large man’s hands wrapped around Levi’s shoulder.

And you gasp as Levi is snatched back, falling to the ground.

“You really messed ma pretty face up. But it takes more than that to kill Britain’s Butler.”

The man’s half-lip curls in a nasty kind of joy as he stares at Levi who’s already jumped to his feet.

Without a word, Levi grabs the nearest weapon which is the same branding iron from earlier.

He charges and attempts to swing at Le Majordome’s head, but the brute sloppily dodges as the sting of the missing skin is sure to knock him off his feet.

But as you watch the two men throw blows at one another, your heart slows as you notice something. Even if both were injured, Le Majordome’s injuries were nowhere near as bad as Levi’s.

And you could tell as Levi’s moves were becoming slower and sloppier to the point where he kept getting hit.

I have to do something

Your heart pounded as you tried to do whatever Levi did to get out of his own chains.

But no matter how much pulling you did, it didn’t stop you from being chained up.

Tears of frustration tinged at the back of your eyes

What can I do?

A thump runs through the room and you watch as Levi lands against the table of weapons. He weakly throws a dagger and the larger man easily dodges it.

His strength is running out

Suddenly an idea runs through your mind.

“Levi!”

He looks at you, and you move your hands wordlessly explaining your plan.

“No-”

“Just do it!”

Your voice is gruff and demanding.

“Or we’ll both die!”

Torture runs across his face, but you sigh in relief as he grabs a sword off of the table.

Even with the outdated tool, he skillfully slashes at the man, causing Le Majordome to slowly back up as he dodged Levi’s sloppy attacks

“Is this the best you got soldier-”

Le Majordome’s eyes widen in surprise as he notices your legs wrapped around his torso.

“What the hell-”

“Levi, now!”

The man looks up in shock, and charging straight at him is Levi with his sword.

But before he can even react, the blade goes straight through and Le Majordome gasps in shock, his body toppling to the ground as blood spills from his mouth.

And his body lays still with a sword sticking out of it.

“Levi, you did it-”

Levi rips the chains off of you like paper, and your arms scream in relief.

You wrap your arms around him in relief, and his hands fall on your waist.

For all of a second, the two of you stare at one another to confirm if this moment is truly real.

“Levi.”

“Y/n.”

This time it’s your lips that find him, and he doesn’t run as he pulls you in closer.

Your love for one another is like a euphoria that takes over your entire body, and you can’t help but cry in relief at all the two of you had been through.

“Y/n.”

“Levi.”

When Levi says your name, it’s out of pure panic. And your brows furrow as you think the brute is still alive, but as you glance down he’s dead in his own puddle of blood.

A pain worse than no other rips through your body and you let out an ear-ripping screech.

Your legs lose balance, and if it weren’t for Levi holding you, you’d have fallen to the ground.

But as Levi lowers you to the ground so that your lower half can rest on it, your upper body rests on his legs.

“NO!”

He desperately screams, and you look down at what he stares at.

His hand is painted red and your heart pounds as the clothing around your stomach is slowly turning red as well.

And suddenly the sword-shaped hole in your stomach aches a lot more.

“No no no no, Y/n! Y/n, I’m so sorry this can’t be happening- no!”

The man screams out as he cradles you, and your body is on fire at the pain that runs through your body like one you’ve never felt before.

“Levi.”

Your hand cups his face.

His hand squeezes yours as tears stream out of your eyes.

“You didn’t do it on purpose, my love would never.”

If it weren’t for the flicker in the corner of your eye, you wouldn’t have even noticed the way the small room was starting to turn to fire as at one point all the commotion had made one of the many torches fall to the ground.

“Levi, you have to run, leave me here.”

I’ll die anyway and I’ll be nothing but dead weight to him

The man shakes his head furiously.

“I’m staying here with you.”

Your eyes widen. “Y-you’ll die!”

His eyes soften as he caresses your face.

“Y/n, a world without you is a hell that I can’t even live through. You’re the only good thing in this world that has ever happened to me, and I’ll be right there with you when we cross the bridge into the afterlife, even if we spend an eternity in hell, it’ll be a forever heaven as long as I’m with you.

Love oozes from his form, and the passion and love for one another that you feel are hotter than the flames that already engulf Le Majordome’s form.

“Levi, I love you.”

You cry, and Levi pulls you in for a kiss.

“And I love you, my Forget-Me-Not.”

The two of you hold one another as your estate burns to the ground.

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What happens when a runaway bride and a brokenhearted man walk into a bar? PT.2

(PT.1)

A quick check-in on Jean’s life just in case you forgot.

Jean spent the past 10 years being in love with Mikasa.

Mikasa spent the past 10 years being in love with Eren.

Jean spends his entire childhood chasing after someone who wasn’t even in his grasp.

Now, Mikasa got married right in front of him to Eren.

Jean planned to go home and drown away his miseries in cheap grocery store liquor and the new season of the Crown.

But, just as Jean accepted his fate, an angel came down from the heavens.

That angel turned out to be a runaway bride who he has to share an Uber with, and her dress is literally tickling the roof of his mouth by how freaking large it is.

Is he missing anything?

Oh yea, her- your name, is Y/n.

Y/n

His head tilts towards you for what feels like the thousandth time in the five minutes that the two of you have been riding together.

He blames it on the human desire to take in every feature of a stranger that they see.

But he knows it’s because of your beauty.

You are beauty.

He wasn’t playing when he said he thought you were some kind of angel, if anything, he’s still trying to convince himself that you’re not.

But your ethereal beauty is marred by the deeply sad look that decorates your face like a nasty wound.

It’s so out of place, and all Jean wants to do is dab it with alcohol and patch it up with bandages in hopes of when he takes it off, you’ll have nothing but a smile on your face.

He wants to ask you what could make you so sad?

What could you want to run away from?

He thinks of the worst and his skin shivers at the thought of someone hurting you or making you feel bad-

What am I doing?

Why do I care so much about...about this stranger?

His fingers run through his hair.

This is my issue now, people walk into my life, and I get attached to them like I’ve known them for years, and then I act surprised when they don’t feel the same way

Mikasa flashes through his head, and his hands pull at his hair just a bit harder

“Are you ok?”

He jumps at your words, and he turns his head to look at you.

The sad look in your eyes is replaced with one of concern.

He wonders why until he tries to see himself from your point of view. You probably see him as some weirdo hunched over next to you with his hands running through his head as if voices are dancing around his head telling him to kill all of humanity.

He sits up straight.

“I’m fine.”

You nod your head and look back off.

I’m fine? Are you serious Jean? You couldn’t think of anything else to say?

He has to almost physically stop himself from dragging his fingers through his hair once more.

“Where are we going?”

His eyes widen at your words, and before Jean can say anything, the silent Uber driver speaks up.

“We’re going to Mr. Kirstein’s house.”

If Jean’s eyes could widen anymore, his eyeballs would fall right out.

“We don’t have to though! Is there anywhere else that you wanted to go?”

He almost screeches the words out into the car, and the Uber driver gives him a look of annoyance, but lets him speak.

He looks at you, and your lips scrunch.

“Uhm, maybe The Lucky Duck?”

The Lucky Duck? Why does that name sound familiar?

“Is that where the two of you want to go?”

The driver glances at him from her mirror, and you look at him as well.

He wants to question what exactly is a lucky duck, but instead, he says “that’s fine with me.”

He watches a small smile grace your lips, and you mutter a “thanks,” to him.

“Of course.”

He scratches his side and silence falls over the car once more. You’re back to glancing out of the window, and a small part of him feels defeated.

He decides to focus on other things, specifically on the fact that he was no longer going to be in his bed in the next five to ten minutes, and instead, he’d be going to the Lucky Duck, which he has no idea what the place is.

Maybe it’s some kind of restaurant, she could be hungry. She definitely missed her reception

He felt bad for the small snort that left his nose

“Ok, we’re here.”

As the car slows down, Jean’s eyes widen.

He almost questions if the driver’s sure. Because the middle of nowhere shack that’s in front of him can’t be where you want to go so badly.

But the combo of you getting out of the car and the blazing purple and yellow lights of a yellow baby duck holding a glass with curved words titled: The Lucky Duck, show that the two of you are definitely where you’re supposed to be.

“Are you coming?”

He wants to say no, but right now he’s in the middle of nowhere with a stranger going into a run down shack.

This has to be a sex trafficking scheme

In another world, he’d smile at you and tell you to have fun with whatever this is.

But as his eyes connect with yours, his heart skips a beat as you almost look as if you genuinely want him to come with you.

And maybe it’s because of your eyes, or the feeling of being wanted for the first time in a long time, but he steps out of the car.

He looks at you and gives you a small smile and you return it. The two of you walk into the shack, and when he pushes the door open, he lets you walk in first and he follows soon after.

He takes in the place, and he almost laughs as the place you’ve taken him to is a bar. There are people everywhere, and they’re all staring at the two of you with bottles of different kinds decorating their hands.

“Congratulations!”

A man slurs as he walks past the two of you out of the door, he almost misses the steps but manages.

Jean’s brow furrows as he looks at you.

“Why would he say congratulations?”

You giggled, and without a word, your hands pointed at you and then you pointed at him.

His brow only rose higher until he thought about what the two of you were dressed in. He had the wedding appropriate tux on, and you still had your huge wedding dress on, he could see why the drunk man might say such a thing.

But his cheeks heated at the thought that people thought the two of you were married.

“I’m sorry about that.”

He scratched the back of his head and you laughed.

“It’s fine, it’s better than people knowing that I’m a runaway bride, right?”

Even though you’re laughing right now, Jean feels terrible on the inside.

Shit-

“Let’s sit over there.”

You tilt your head at a small high table large enough to fit the two of you. As the two of you walk over, you’re met with thousands of “congratulations,” and even a, “ congrats you two, I’d go grab a drink after getting married too.”

At that last one, Jean had to almost stop himself from rolling his eyes.

The two of you finally sat down, and he lightly kicked his feet as you sat there with a small smile on your face.

Are we actually getting a drink? I was planning on drinking my boxed wine, but a beer could be nice- shit, I should transfer money to my account, I don’t think I have enough to pay for the both of us right now- shit again, what if she’s a raging alcoholic-

“Sorry that I dragged you here. It’s just, I’m really hungry, and this place has great wings.”

You magically grab a menu out of thin air and read it, he doesn’t even notice that you’ve slid him one as well.

“Oh, it’s fine. I- I love wings.”

I do actually love wings, but why the hell does it sound so forced?

You nod your head and point at a wing flavor that you really like, and before you know it you’ve put in the order.

Even though you put the order in only minutes ago, he feels as if the cook is taking too long. His fingers have already ripped all of the corners off a napkin, and every few seconds he embarrassingly swipes it off the table in hopes that you don’t notice.

But your eyes aren’t even on him, as they’re instead focused on the TV. It’s actually kind of funny, there is plenty of TV's in the bar, but your neck is awkwardly turned so that you can watch the one behind you.

And Jean has to almost stop himself from laughing as the TV that’s got you literally breaking your neck is some Disney show with bipedal blue and orange Corgis.

Suddenly the bartender changes the channel, and he hears you let out a sigh of disappointment.

She’s so...

You turn around and stare dully at nothing in particular. And suddenly Jean feels the crushing weight of needing to start a conversation.

What should I talk about?

Think of something Kirstein

Where’s your husband- NO!

“Have you ever been here before?”

He’s pulled out of his own head at your words.

“No...” He lets out a small laugh, and you nod your head, looking off once more.

Shit, that was an opportunity for conversation

“Yea, I’ve never been here before. In all honesty, I thought The Lucky Duck might have been some weird baby clothes store in the middle of nowhere, not a...bar.”

As he trails off, you burst out laughing.

“You’re like Rapunzel.”

He raised a brow. “Huh?”

Your hand covered your mouth as you continued to laugh. “Have you ever seen Tangled?”

He nods his head and you sigh, “Good, because if you would have said no, this night would have come to an early end.”

The both of you laugh before you continue.

“Well, the bar in the movie is based on this bar. And like Rapunzel, you thought it was going to be this cutesy place. Sorry to crush your dreams princess, it’s just a bar with a two and a half rating with really good wings.”

You snort, and his lip twitches into a smile as he watches you have fun.

“Well excuse me, Flynn Ryder, just a second ago I thought I was going to have my kidney’s sold, and now I’m waiting on wings from a cook who I’m guessing left arm is a hook?”

You bust out laughing, and people start to turn to look at the two of you.

“Wait wait wait, you thought I was setting you up? Oh my gosh. What were you gonna do if I was?”

Jean shrugs, “I don’t know, use my magical blond hair to help me escape.” His long fingers twirl his short ash colored hair, and you almost fall out of your seat as you continue to laugh.

“Here’s your food.”

He doesn’t even notice when your waitress comes back. He licks his lips as the wings are steaming and the scent of them makes his brain do backflips.

“Also, Duck over there said this is on him, congrats you guys.”

The waitress nods at the two of you and walks away.

Both you and Jean’s eyes are wide like saucers at the large pitcher of beer that sits there for the two of you to share.

The both of you turn your head, and your eyes fall on the man who you both assume goes by Duck.

He’s so massive that his head sits at a slight angle because the shack roof is too short for him. His body is almost bursting out of his black uniform, the title manager shining on his chest. His large hands wave at the two of you and there’s a smile painted on his rugged face.

If I don’t drink this, will he use my tongue to scrape the bottom of his shoe?

“We should really drink this before we get goosed.”

You both wave, and Jean tries his best not to laugh at your joke.

“That was corny.”

“Corny? Do you think I’m joking? I’ve seen that guy fight ten sumo wrestlers and come out with a scraped knee.”

You shrug your shoulders and Jean kisses his teeth.

“You’re such a jokester.”

“Jokester? Were you born in the pre-21st century?”

“You’re trying to joke me? Seriously Eugene? You can’t be after that ridiculous story about the seven sumo wrestlers and a scraped knee!”

“It was twelve wrestlers and-”

“You said it was nine!”

“Shut up Rapunzel!”

Soon, playful bickering turned into telling stories over the best wings Jean has ever had in his entire life, and extremely cheap beer that the two of you had somehow almost finished.

“So, Sasha’s all crouched over because this hog that she literally hunted and cooked to perfection lost over my awesome omelet that my mom made. Sasha’s hanging onto dear life with tears streaming down her face and she’s on her knees. And as she does so, guess what I say?”

You sit on the edge of your seat, your hands grabbing your face as you’re absolutely wrapped up in this story about a high school cooking competition.

“I reach my hand out to Sasha and I say...” Jean doesn’t even process that he’s standing up right now, but he doesn’t care as you’re laughing the entire time at his dramatic display.

His hand reaches out to you, and his tall frame bends down toward you so that only you could hear the whisper of his words.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, I roasted my dish too.”

You laugh so hard you almost fall out of your chair, and Jean sits down as he watches you wipe tears from your eyes.

“That was such a moving story, but you’re such a damn cheater.”

Jean dramatically gasped, “How am I a cheater?”

You rolled your eyes, “You didn’t even try to make the dish yourself, you just used your mom’s! She shoulda just bought a rotisserie or something!”

“What? She was already cheating in the first place! She deserved it.”

“How did she cheat?”

“Who the hell knows how to kill a wild boar in the 21st century? This is Trost, not Skull Island.”

“You’re such an idiot-”

“Here you two go, thank you, and once again, congratulations!”

Your waitress doesn’t pay the two of you any mind as she places the bill down.

Bickering soon turns to giggles and shaking heads at the white piece of paper.

“Let me just get my card...”Jean’s left hand pats his pockets in search of his wallet while his right slides the receipt over towards him.

“Don’t worry about it Rapunzel, I was the one who dragged you out here, so I should pay.”

His eyes widen as he watches you pull the receipt towards yourself.

“What? No, don’t worry about it.”

The two of you enter into some kind of weird tug of war as you pull the receipt back and forth.

“I insist.”

He shakes his head, “Chivalry would be dead if I let you pay. I’m the man.”

He hopes by pulling the gender card it’ll be enough to deter you, but all he gets in response is a breath of amusement.

“Maybe if this were a date, but when it’s an outing between friends it’s based on who asked who first.”

His heart skips a beat as you remind him of something important.

The white wedding dress becomes just a bit more white and big as he looks at you, and he suddenly remembers his place.

She called you her friend

His heart skips another beat.

You’re such a simp Jean- fuck.

His eyes widen as he watches the waitress take away your card.

“Even if we’re just friends-” He clears his throat before continuing. “You didn’t have to do that, I told you I’d pay.”

You tilt your head, “Rapunzel, don’t be so stubborn. How about this...” You tap your cheek before speaking again. “Next time we hang out, you pay the bill with your pretty golden hair.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol finally taking its effect on you, or maybe you’ve just always been this bold, but your finger finds a lock of his hair and wraps it around your finger before pulling back.

“Uh-uhm.” He coughs like a maniac as his cheeks turn beat red.

You giggle and he tries his best to talk.

“W-what do you mean by next time? Like today...or another day?”

Your giggle falls into wide eyes, and your lips quiver as you try to come up with an answer.

“I meant-”

“Hey, this card declined.”

Your waitress comes back, and there’s a blank look on her face as she hands you your card back. Your wide eyes widen even further.

“Huh? I checked my checking the other day, and there’s more than enough- shit.”

A look of realization runs across your face before raw sadness comes right after it.

He wants to ask you what cursed thought just ran through your beautiful head to make the corner of your lips turn down.

“Here’s my card.”

The waitress nods and takes his card away to pay for your meal.

“I feel like shit, I wouldn’t have dragged you out here if I knew my stupid card was going to decline.”

This time you’re ripping up corners of a napkin and rolling them into tiny balls under your fingertips.

“Hey, next time we hang out, you pay for the bill Eugene.”

The tiny napkin ball drops from your fingers and a smile graces your face as you look up at him, a smile on his own face that mirrors yours.

“Rapunzel-”

“This one went through, you two have a goodnight, and again, congratulations!”

The waitress hands Jean his card back, and he puts it in his wallet before pocketing the chunk of leather.

The congratulations that run through his ears, remind him of something that he keeps forgetting.

He watches you climb down from your seat, your white dress bouncing around you.

You should be on a flight to Bora Bora right now, not with me

The two of you silently walk to the front, congratulations being thrown your way all over again. Each one stinging Jean more and more.

Once the two of you finally make your way outside, you stand on the front porch of the small shack.

Your eyes look at him in wonder, as if you’re waiting for something.

And he hates the way the fairy lights that decorate the outside of the bar make you glow like so, and the wind’s no help either as your dress sways, only emphasizing how much of an angel sent from the heavens that you are.

“I think I might just order us both an Uber, where do you want it to take you?”

He has to put his foot down, because if he doesn’t, in the next hour, he’ll fall in love with a woman who belongs to someone else.

And he can’t do that again.

“I don’t want to go home.”

His brow raises, and he doesn’t even notice the way you step closer to him until your scent clogs his nostrils.

“W-what?”

You shift on your feet, “Rapunzel, I want to show you something.”

He raises a brow and gasps as your hand wraps around his hand, pulling him off the steps and into the unknown.

“What do you want to show me?”

Your finger points at the mass amount of trees behind The Lucky Duck, the moonlight dancing on their leaves enough that he doesn’t have to squint his eyes to see what it is.

He shakes his head, “You want us to go into the woods? We should go home.”

He regains his strength and stops in his tracks, causing you to stop as well.

You walk up to him, your head tilted.

“Why?”

His eyes widen.

“Because!”

“Because what?”

He doesn’t know if you’re utterly curious, or if it's something else.

But he decides to be blunt.

“Because you know we shouldn’t continue this night, not the two of us.”

You take another step toward him, and his heart starts pounding.

“And who are we? The two of us I mean.”

Your finger flicks between you both, and Jean tilts his head as your questions get stranger and stranger, and he’s starting to firmly believe that the alcohol is starting to get to your brain.

“I-I’m not sure.”

You let out a breath of amusement and then point to yourself.

“I’m a runaway bride, who are you, Rapunzel?”

Your finger touches his chest, and your eyes beg him to answer you.

“I’m just a brokenhearted man.”

He looks off to see who said that.

But as you giggle, he starts to understand that it was he who said such words.

Did the alcohol get to me too?

His fingers run through his hair, and his cheeks heat in embarrassment as you giggle.

Your hands find his neck and you pull him in, and as your wedding dress serves as a barrier to separate the sin the two of you are about to commit, his body fights it anyways as you’re only centimeters away from his face.

Your head tilts to the side and your lips find themselves next to his ear as you whisper to him a secret.

“A runaway bride and a brokenhearted man walk into a bar, what happens next?”

You pull back, and his body is on fire just at your touch.

He doesn’t even know what to say to something like that. But he can’t help but feel your smile wrap around his heart.

“Won’t you follow me on this adventure Rapunzel? Or are you too scared to leave your tower?”

He tries to burn your wedding dress into his brain.

But all he can see right now is a pair of overly worn ripped jeans, sneakers that should be white but are a dingy grey, a t-shirt with a band name that you only heard of when you found the shirt on the clearance rack, and every single pin and drop that’s in your hair suddenly gone.

And he’s dressed in his high school Nike shorts with a t-shirt that you'll notice has a stain on it if you squint your eyes hard enough.

Not a man in a suit and a woman in a wedding dress.

“I’ll follow you anywhere Eugene.”

This time he knows the words came out of his own mouth and his mouth only

And suddenly you take his hand, and the brokenhearted man and the runaway bride run off into the night.

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Rule #69 on why scouts aren’t allowed to place bets

Jean x reader

Summary: You and Jean had made a bet, but you lost. Now you have to keep up your side of the bet, the only issue is, you didn’t know it’d be so lewd.

Warning: Smut, profanity, Public Humiliation, Everyone is over the age of 18

“So...You gonna start, or what?”

Your eyes burned with hatred as you stared up at the man that stared right down at you.

He thought he was some kind of god, especially with that stupid smirk on his long face.

He had to think he was a god as you kneeled before him, your knees were bruised, and your eyes burned from his light.

But he was no god, he was just Jean Horseface Kirstein.

And if he was a god, you’d repent and curse your church’s name.

Jean was just an idiot you had lost a bet to, and now you were here, on your knees, looking up to him as it was time to pay up what you owe him.

As your fists clenched, your mind went back to what led you here.

It was hard to forget since it only happened earlier today.

Earlier:

“Run the rules by me one more time.”

You stretched your arms and legs as you and Jean stood on the large track. You didn’t pay him any mind as a smirk curled up on his lip.

“It’s just like I said earlier, we do three laps around this track, when I win-”

“When you lose.”

He sucks his teeth while you start jogging in place, “When either of us wins, you have to do whatever the other person asks you to do.”

You groaned lightly as you rolled your neck, your eyes watching as the clouds moved by slowly.

“You must really have a love for doing chores, Jean-boy.”

He can almost feel the smirk on your tongue as you finally look at him, his growing ash-colored hair is pulled back slightly by a black headband, and he’s dressed in the normal uniform except for the extra stuff like the jacket and gear.

“Whatever you say, Y/n, you ready?”

You feel a little surprised at the cockiness on his own tongue, but you brush it off as Jean’s always been his own form of a cocky bastard. You glance at Marco as he stands off to the side, close enough to be in earshot, but far enough to stay out of both of your ways as you race.

“Ready to win? Fuck yea, Marco, let’s get this show on the road! I got stuff to do after this.”

You mumble the last part, but it’s still loud enough for Jean to hear, which made him scoff. But he doesn’t bother to argue as he mimics you by getting into a runner’s crouch.

“3...

2...

1...

GO!!”

Marco’s words bounce through your ear drums, but it’s soon nothing but lost noise at the sound of wind whipping through your ears and feet hitting the dirt of the ground as the two of you raced.

You honestly have no clue why Jean would challenge you out of all people to a race.

That was like you challenging him to a race in the forest with ODM gear, or challenging Mikasa or Annie in a fight. They were the kings and queens of those things, but you? You ruled the track, you had earned the title of being the fastest person on foot out of the entire 104th years ago.

So why Jean would challenge you to a race?

You had no idea.

What you did know was that you had a whopping list of chores from butting heads with a certain brunette and a few others that always somehow turned physical. But in less than a few minutes, you’d be free to do whatever you wanted.

Yes, you would let the long-faced boy eat your dust and go get dessert after as a small reward.

But you had lost.

You had lost pretty pathetically.

You had beaten him the first two rounds, if anything, you almost felt bad and slowed down a bit to give him a chance to catch up.

And in the third round, the finish line was quite literally in your grasp, and as far as you knew, you had left Jean plenty of yards behind you.

But as if a titan itself had thrown him with full force, he suddenly shot ahead of you. And you were the one to eat his horse-flavored dust.

And now, you stood there at the finish line, your hands gripping your knees as you leaned over wide-eyed and out of breath as you questioned your very existence.

“Hey, good race.”

Your blood heated at the sound of his voice, and his large hand rested on your shoulder.

You looked up at him as he had that same face he gave Sasha when he somehow beat her with that stupid fucking omelet during the cooking competition.

You wanted to swat his hand away, spit at him and accuse him of cheating. You wanted to accuse Marco of cheating as well since they were best friends- probably fuck buddies, they definitely had to be in some kind of cahoots. Maybe Jean had cheated, maybe Marco had lied, maybe Jean had some kind of new shoes or medicine that made him ten times faster. Maybe-

Maybe he had just one fair and square

“You know, you don’t have to worry about losing your title of being the fastest...”

You stand up and your lips part a bit in surprise as his hazel eyes are still soft as he looks at you. You don’t know what to say, so you let him keep talking.

“But you do have to keep your side of the deal.”

You bite your lip and your stomach twisted a bit. You from literally less than five minutes ago didn’t even think twice about what Jean wanted from you. But now? You were nervous. Not only was he the one to ask you to race, he had also won, and now he was getting whatever he wanted, which was obviously premeditated.

“What do you want from me?”

It’s probably going to be something dumb like calling him my Lord Jean for the rest of our time in training...

“Well...”

As you looked at him, you noticed that soft look leave his face, and within the blink of an eye, a smirk replaced it that promised trouble.

So yea, that stupid race is what led you to be on your knees in the boys’ cabin. With Jean in front of you, and every single male scout surrounding you as they all waited patiently.

“If you don’t want to do this sweetheart, that’s fine-”

“Shut up dumbass.”

Suddenly your hands gripped Jean’s belt, pulling him closer to you. Your fingertips found the dark leather, and you pulled the belt entirely from around his waist, his hips moving like some kind of ragdoll as they did what you wanted.

Your finger found his button, the small piece of metal was cold on your tips, but you quickly undid his pants, and your hands paused on the hem of them. A large part of you wanted to look up, look him in his eyes, and try to read his mind, try to throw daggers through your own eyes.

But knowing Jean, he’d either have that smug look on his face or a look of pity. And you have no idea what’s worse.

Now or never, Y/n

This wasn’t some kind of sensual act between two lovers, so your fingertips made sure to drag his boxers down with his pants to get his dick out in one move.

And as his pants fell, you tried your best not to let your breath hitch.

I guess the horseface comes with a massive horsecock-

You blinked three times.

Focus, Y/n

His breathing almost stopped as your hand grabbed the warm piece of flesh.

If there was a moment to get up and leave, it was now.

But you were no bitch.

You reeled your head back and let a wad of spit hit his cockhead.

You were nothing but animalistic by the way you swallowed him. Lewd noises came from you as your throat closed and opened around him.

You were no expert on the sport you were playing in, so you decided to use the tools that you were given. If you weren’t swallowing him, your tongue ran itself along the green of his veins that danced around his heat. You licked him like your favorite candy, from his base all the way to his head that was leaking with pre.

You were confident in your ability, but your confidence was only boosted by the unfiltered moans that came from Jean’s throat. His hands gripped your hair and he muttered, “please don’t stop...please.”

Even if he wasn’t losing all control, you didn’t need reassurance when your crowd threw their approvals your way all the same.

Your eyes scanned them over.

Bertholdt’s face was almost painted red by how hot his cheeks were. He couldn’t even look you in the eye at the lewd act that you were committing, and you were sure he never would. But it might not have been because of the way you absolutely ate his comrade, but the way his boner made his pants so tight that he’d have to dismiss himself in the next ten seconds.

Armin was no different than his tall counterpart. His face was flush and his hands gripped his cheeks as if he couldn’t believe what was happening right in front of him. You’d swear he almost looked scared. But of what? Maybe it was the thought of his comrade getting caught sucking his other comrade’s dick. Or maybe it was because his training pants had a large wet stain because he had cum on himself just at the sight of you putting Jean’s tip on your tongue.

Next was Connie, his face was flush like the two before him. But it wasn’t because of his disbelief of what he was seeing. No, it was a different kind of flush. Only the kind an orgasm could bring. His hands were sticky with cum, and you couldn’t see his dick from this angle, but his eyes sunk low as he weakly beat the rest of himself out of his heat, his eyes never leaving yours as he let out low pants into the room.

You couldn’t put any more of your attention on Connie’s perverted act as you felt hands dance across your body, flipping your skirt and playing with your cunt before you could swat his hand away.

At least that’s what it felt like.

You could quite literally feel Reiner’s eyes fucking you.

He stood there unashamed, his cock pumped into his hand, slowly but surely. His eyes were eating you alive as they stared at you. His hips thrust into his hand as if there was a weight there, as if you were there. You could almost see it, see you riding his lap. His hands gripping your sides, and your body dragging your sopping cunt across his dick so that you could swallow him whole.

Your insides clenched at the empty feeling.

But soon they were doused with gasoline and burned with fire.

There was only one person who could be angry in a moment like this, and as your eyes fell on him, he wasn’t even staring at you.

Eren fucking Jaeger. His face was red, his lips were twisted, and his nose was scrunched. He jerked his wrist furiously, his hands already stained with evidence of his first orgasm of the night.

A small part of you was surprised to see the brunette sexually aroused.

I always thought the only thing that could turn him on was freedom and titans

His eyes screamed I hate you as he stared at Jean, and as your head tilted up you watched as Jean threw his neck at Eren, a soft laugh escaping the man’s lips as he stood there in utter glory.

Jean knew that Eren had feelings for you, hell, he knew everyone in this room had at least found you attractive.

And at the thought of that, Jean gripped your head, pulling you down onto his heat until it disappeared down your pretty throat. He ignored the sound of your gurgles and instead gripped harder, an earth-shattering moan slipping from his lips as the tightness in his balls finally snapped.

“Fuck- Y/n!”

He moaned into the room, and the both of you groaned as he came right into your mouth.

The minute his fingers released from your head, you pulled back and coughed.

“Swallow and make sure to show the room, Y/n.”

Jean smirked as he and the entire room stared at you. You wanted to spit his own cum right at him, but you’d already sucked dick, what was the point of pussying out now?

You stared Jean in his eyes and swallowed, your mouth parting to show the man who came down your throat.

He let out a laugh and walked towards you. He gripped your open mouth and tilted your head to show to the rest of the room.

“You guys see the pretty throat I came down? She swallowed all of my cum like a good girl. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

Jean smirked and your lip curled.

“Fuck you.”

“I mean, if you want, you gotta give me a second though.”

You shifted on your legs at his words. Your rage was smothered by utter need. Your cunt ached, and the thought of him fucking you in front of the entire 104th male cabin made you whimper.

But the thought of them all taking turns fucking you almost made you cry out in excitement.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Your head along with everyone else’s turned to the front door. Your eyes widened as captain Levi stood there with an expression of horror and confusion painted across his face.

#Jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader

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