Little Drawings (Levi x Shy!Artist!Reader)

[WARNING- CURSING AND A BIT OF GORE. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THESE THINGS, WHY ARE YOU IN THE ATTACK ON TITAN FANFICTIONS LIKE WTF MAN]

Reader's P.O.V.

It was a fairly normal day for me in my room, being isolated unintentionally. I didn't mind in the least, normal interaction with others was fairly scarce. If I did interact with someone, my voice would be very soft, and they could barely hear me. The only people I really talk to on a normal basis are Hanji and Levi. Hanji because she likes to bother me, Levi because he's just dragged along.

Ah, Levi. The angriest little corporal the Survey Corps had ever encountered, and I had a humongous crush on him. Every once in a while, I would draw a sketch of him- His basic facial structure, outfit, muscle build- How did that last one get there? It's not like I've drawn Levi shirtless or anything-

... Okay, I have. BUT ONLY ONCE, I SWEAR- ... or twice. Or multiple times-

Anyway, I had been drawing yet another picture of the Corporal, this time upon a horse, charging valiantly into battle. Of course, this isn't how the corporal acts when faced with titans and such, but I draw that sort of stuff anyway.

Currently I was drawing some smaller details, like the wings of freedom, shading, features on Levi's face, so on and so forth. Suddenly, Hanji bursts into my room, scaring the living shit out of me.

"[NAAAAAAAAAAME]~!" She says, her voice echoing throughout my room. I swiftly hide my drawing, looking over towards her.

"Er... Hi, Hanji." I reply, my voice quiet. She frowns, Apparently thinking that she had broken me of my habit to speak quietly.

"[Name], how many times do I have to tell you? SPEAK UP, GIRLY!" She says, walking over to me and slapping my back. "Now, we're going out and about, and leaving shorty back here to watch over the others!" Hanji says, and I pale. My drawer with all the drawings in it has a lock, but I lost the key long ago. Levi could easily get into them, and see all the drawings of him. "Er, [Name]...? You okay?"

I snap out of my thoughts, looking at her and nodding. "Y-yeah. Just gimme a minute, okay?" I say, and put on a smile. She nods, smiling in return then leaving the room. I wait until her footsteps fade out of my hearing, then I frantically search my room for the key. "Where the fuck is it?!" I mutter to myself, looking through drawer after drawer. Finally, I find it within the deepest corner of my drawing drawer. I pull it out, locking up the drawer, then I put it around my neck. I made sure to make it a necklace, so it would be harder to lose it. But, of course, I'm very talented at losing things.

I walk out to the stables, and see Hanji there with two horses. She looks up to me, seeing who it is, and frowns. "What took ya so long?" She asks, frowning a bit. I shrug, and she shakes her head a bit. "Whatever, just get on the horse!" I comply, hopping onto my horse. She immediately takes off, while I hang back a bit. I look over to the HQ, and hope that Levi doesn't get into the drawer. "HURRY UP, [NAME]! I AIN'T GONNA WAIT FOR YA!" She yells, her voice becoming more distant with each word. I sigh, before slapping the reins and taking off after her.

~P.O.V. Switch time WOOT~

Levi's P.O.V.

Apparently Shitty glasses and [Name] left not too long ago. [Name] looked very reluctant to leave... even more reluctant than usual. I frown, wondering why. Did shitty glasses decide to take her to a darker side of town, and she's afraid? No, that couldn't be it. After a few minutes of thinking, I suddenly realize- She's left the drawer unattended.

Now, I have no fucking idea just what in the everloving fuck is in that drawer, but she never lets anyone see the contents. Whenever Hanji and I would come into her room, [Name] would immediately shove some papers or something in there and shut the damn thing. And now that she's not here, I'm going to find out what's in that fucking drawer.

I look around the area near [Name]'s room, making sure no one saw me go in. When I was sure the coast was clear, I dashed into her room, closing the door behind me. Now, me randomly walking into a cadet's room would be normal under other circumstances. Not only was this a female cadet's room, but quite a few of the other cadets and even the other superiors knew that I kind of sort of maybe have a crush on her.

... There. I said it. I have a crush on [Name]. I have a valid reasoning for it. Not only is she one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever laid eyes on, but I owe that woman my life. Here, allow me to explain that.

On our most recent expedition, I was injured badly. Not just a sprained ankle this time, oh no. My leg was broken, making it impossible for me to use my 3DMG without making matters worse. I was huddled in a corner of an alleyway, hoping that it would provide some sort of protection for me. I had also shot off a flare, signifying that I was in need of help, and soon.

I examine the wound on my leg, and wince. The bone had punctured the skin, making quite the grotesque sight. I've tried covering it to stop the bleeding, going to the length of using my cravat to cover it, but nothing helps. A small, shuddering sigh is released from my throat, as I feel even more blood roll down my leg. It had been bleeding continuously, and I couldn't do shit about it.

"Am I... actually going to die here?" I mutter to myself, then hear a Titan coming this way. "... Sounds like it." I try to scootch as far back into the corner as possible, pain shooting through my body as I try to move my leg. Nonetheless, the Titan somehow finds me, turning down the alleyway towards me. I sigh, closing my eyes, and await the inevitable. I've given up at this point, I've done enough in my life.

My thoughts wander in the few seconds I have my eyes closed, then they get to the one person whom could knock some sense into me, without even saying a word to me. [Name]. My eyes fly open, as I realize that if I die here, I will never see her again. But I know that I can't do anything, I'll just hurt myself more. As I feel myself start to tear up as the titan draws nearer, A figure comes out of nowhere, slaying the titan in a swift, clean movement. It falls face first, landing near me with a loud thud.

I look at the titan for a bit, before my eyes wander up to the person who killed it. At this point, I'm starting to feel dizzy, unconscious beginning to slowly overtake me because of all the blood lost. The last thing I see before falling unconscious is the face of my savior.

[Name].

For the past few weeks, I had been on crutches. I technically should still be on crutches, but I didn't want to attract too much attention with the sound of the damn things hitting the floor. I use various things to lean on to get to the drawer, and I sit on the chair she has with her desk. I look at the drawer, contemplating whether or not I should actually rifle through whatever the fuck is in there.

I sigh, making up my mind to look in the drawer. I grab the handle on the front, giving it a tug. It stays put, not wanting to budge in the slightest. I frown, using both hands to pull on it. I pull with all my might, causing me to fall backwards. "sHIT, FUCK, DAMMIT-" I screech, hitting my bad leg on the desk. "OOW-"

"Corporal, are you alright?" A familiar voice asks me, both confusion and concern in his voice. Ah, Jaeger. You always seem to have the best timing to appear...

"Help me up, brat. And get my lockpicks from my room." I say, and he at least helps me up. Upon hearing that I have lockpicks, he raises an eyebrow at me.

"... You have... lockpicks, sir?" He asks, confusion lacing his voice. I roll my eyes at him, shooing him away.

"Yes, I do. Now go get them, you little shit." I reply. He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly shuts it, deciding to just comply and not question me. After a bit, he returns with the materials, and I shoo him away. I look at the drawer, finding the lock after a bit of searching. I carefully pick the lock, making sure not to damage anything. If I did, then she would have trouble unlocking it, and then that would show signs that it was tampered with, and I don't want to deal with that shit.

After a few minutes of carefully picking the lock, I finally get it open, and hold my breath as I open the drawer. Inside is a shit ton of papers, with what appears to be-

... Drawings?

I pick a few up, and see that they are of me. One is partially finished, but I can clearly see that it is supposed to be a picture of me riding a horse. I rifle through the large stack of papers, finding many pictures of random things, quite a few of them being me. After I've looked through most every picture in there, I set the large stack down, looking through some other drawers, before I notice a note folded up in the back of the locked drawer.

Curiously, I take the paper, seeing my name on the front in [Name]'s handwriting. I furrow my brows, unfolding the paper and reading it.

Dear Levi,

If you're reading this, I've finally decided to make a confession. I know a note is not the best way to make a confession to someone, but I don't think I could confess to your face. Augh, even just writing this is kinda freaking me out.

Alright, I'm just gonna admit it. I love you. There, I said it. Well, wrote it. But you get the point, right? Yeah.

If you don't return the feelings, that's alright. I was just kinda hoping that you would love me too, so I wouldn't be completely alone. Yeah... crazy, right?

~[Name]

As I read through the note, My eyes widen. Folding the paper back up and setting it on top of the stack, I find a blank piece of paper and a pencil, and write a quick note before looking out the window and seeing that she's returned. I write my signature on it, fold it up, then write her name on the front of it. I put it beside the note she wrote to me, shutting the drawer and locking it back up.

I get out of the room as fast as I can, Eren standing outside with my crutches.

"I thought you might need these." He says, handing them to me and walking away.

... The brat isn't half bad sometimes.

~P.O.V. SWITCH BACK TO YOU AWWWWWWWWWW SHEEEEEEEEEEEET~

After a long night of wandering around with Hanji, I walk back up into my room, and decide to unlock my drawer and finish that picture of Levi on a horse. I pull the key out from under my shirt, unlocking the drawer. I raise an eyebrow, seeing that the note I had written for Levi but never delivered to him was out and on top of all the drawings. Another paper sat beside it, neatly folded up. My name was written on it in neat handwriting, and all color drained from my face as I realized whose handwriting it was.

Levi's.

My hand shakes as I reach out and lightly grab the note, picking it up and holding it with both hands. I hesitate, then slowly start to unfold it. There isn't much writing on it, only a few words in the middle.


Dear [Name],

I love you, too.

~Levi.