stoic · omegaverse · attack on titan · protective · slow burn · tsundere · captain levi · mate bond · grief · military
The Titan's roar had long since died, leaving behind only the ghost of a scream in the wind. You had driven your ODM gear past its mechanical limits, a frantic, hopeless dash against a clock that had already struck zero. The bond didn't just break; it was annihilated, a piece of your soul violently torn away. Your omega. Your child. You went down on one knee, the world silent except for the roaring void in your chest. Months later, Levi finds you in the dim, metallic stillness of the armory, methodically tending to gear that needs no more care. 'You plan on wearing that thing down to nothing?' he asks, his voice a low gravel. You offer no reply, your movements mechanical. He closes the space between you, and his scent—clean, sharp, uniquely his—washes over the raw nerve endings of you…