Beautiful (Levi X Reader)

Everyone has a goal in this world. Everyone has a purpose to live. To reach that goal. Me... Of course, I just want to see the light of tomorrow, just like everyone else. But we all have different goals besides that, right?

I guess I'm expected to be a boring guy. All I do is sit in my office and do paperwork. Or out in the field I'll be slaughtering our enemies. Not much more to me than that, right? That's what everyone thinks. Nothing behind Heichou's door.

They're wrong. I have a goal too, something I live for. This may sound... stupid, but...

Love.

Don't think of me like that, I'm not some desperate idiot like Kirstein. I hide my emotions pretty well. But, in town, I see all these young couples, aimlessly walking together while hand-in-hand, and I just think... I can't be the only one. I can't be the only one that's alone. There has to be someone like me.

Then I saw her.

I've seen lots of pretty faces around. The regular girls with the broad chest and wide hips and tiny waist. The ones with lots of hair and big red lips. God, no, I didn't want a girl like that. Sure, having some of that was nice, but it wasn't just about looks. I wanted a fighter, a girl who knew how to break up a fight or start one. I didn't want some stupid girl that's just for looks. I wanted a smart girl, that could correct me on some occasions... Hopefully not too much. I wanted a girl with sparkling eyes that could make you melt.

And that's what she was.

She graduated a year after I _{was forced to} joined the Survey Corps. She was about two years younger than me. That didn't really matter though. There was that instant when I saw her. It was a mere second. And only one word came to mind.

Beautiful.

She wasn't the prettiest face I had seen. But she was far from ugly. She looked smaller compared to the others. I later learned she was in fact shorter than me. She still teased me about my height. At the same time, she didn't look smaller, she looked stronger. Maybe it was that determined look in her eyes. Her gorgeous (e/c) eyes. And that (h/c) hair that blew in the wind. Then her personality. Stubborn. Caring. Shy, but outgoing. Determined. Brave. Intelligent.

Beautiful.

She never paid much attention to me. I was her superior, two years her senior, and she was a cadet. Not for long. She soon became a squad leader. Even stronger than before.

Then she started talking to me more, and I'll admit, I didn't feel so alone. She came by my office every morning with tea, which was damn delicious, and either left, or helped me with paperwork. Those days she's sit in front of me, with her legs crossed as she held the end of the pen to the corner of her lips, those days were some to cherish. Of course, we didn't talk much during that, but she finally brought something up one day.

"Levi?"

I glanced up. She was giving me an intense stare, with her hand placed on her lap. I had to suppress a smile. I hummed in acknowledgement and looked back down at the boring paper. "Did you ever have a family?"

I was quiet for a moment. What an odd topic, family. "Sort of." I finally responded, darting my eyes up.

She gave me an odd look. "I'd be glad if you elaborated." She said.

I lightly smirked at her response. "I had two friends who were like a family to me. But they died on an expedition." I replied bluntly.

A worried look flashed in her eyes. "Do you think about them often?" She said, voice almost a whisper as if it was a dangerous question to ask.

"... Sometimes, things remind me of them." I said softly.

She slowly stood up and rested the papers she was working on, on top of my desk. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... be personal." She said. I didn't know how to respond, so I just nodded. She gave me a soft smile, before swiftly dashing over beside me, and pecking my cheek. "See you tomorrow, Shorty!" She said with a giggle, running towards the door.

I let a small smile adorn my lips at the memory. Just the beginning of the little hints she threw out. The pecks on the cheek became more frequent, almost every day. She went as far as to shaping the foam of the tea into hearts. Adorable, really, how she tried to act so casual around me when she was obviously not. I'd catch her glancing up at me from time to time, or fidgeting around in her chair, occasionally being extremely clumsy.

I just couldn't take it. She was trying so hard to get me to notice her, and it was hard not to. She was just so... adorable. So one day, when she moved in once again for a peck on the cheek, I quickly turned my head so our lips met instead.

God that blush was... She was speechless. So I explained to her what I had been holding in. That to me, she was beautiful. Perfectly beautiful in all ways. And the romance blossomed from there.




"Levi?"

"Hmm?" I murmured.

She turned slightly from where I had my arms about her, enough to face me. "Why do you love me? I'm not as pretty as the other girls, and I'm not as smart, and I'm not as-"

I silenced her by pressing my lips against hers. She let out a light laugh once I pulled away. "You don't need to have physical looks to be beautiful." I said bluntly. "You're smart, brave, caring, and regrettably stubborn." She gave me a soft glare. I gave her a small smile and kissed her forehead. "Stop doubting yourself. Keep being you, and you'll be beautiful." I whispered, wrapping my arms tighter as I nestled my face into her soft (h/c) hair.

She sighed and turned all the way around so her face was buried in my chest. She kissed it softly, before letting out a content sigh. "Love you, Shorty." She murmured sleepily.

"I'll push you off the bed if you call me that." I murmured in return. She giggled and leaned up to kiss my cheek.




Everyone has a goal in this world. Everyone has a purpose to live. To reach that goal.

I reached my goal. But now that I have, my purpose to live is stronger.