𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 | Levi Ackerman X Reader

| #36: Don't treat her like a charger |

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Levi's eyes slowly opened, and he realized he was still in the exact spot where he'd fallen asleep. It was the next day. The burial had passed.

Late morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, intensifying, making Levi stir awake in his chair at this desk, where he's taken a quick power nap. But something else woke him, something far more unsettling. Something that left him at a loss. What was that?

It felt far too real, but it's also still so blurry and distorted in his brain for him to completely process. It was also so brief that he didn't know if he should give it any time of day, but just based on a gut feeling that he had the moment that he woke up, he already had an idea of what it could be, and also the reason why it's coming back to him.

At first, it took him a couple seconds to get his bearings back and he tried to dismiss it as just a dream like any other, but deep down, he already knew the truth and it was one of things he was afraid would happen. His stomach sank. It was a memory. A memory from when he was a human. He couldn't deny it.

He couldn't remember specific things about the dream because, again, it was so brief, and the memory felt fuzzy in his brain still. The impact it left behind created a void in Levi's chest that he couldn't shake. He could remember certain words.

Survey Corps. Cadet. Commander. Captain. Those are all terms that he's familiar with solely because of the fact that he's spent years dedicating his life to research and honor the lives of Scouts so that their names or efforts for humanity are not forgotten.

Nowadays, information about these heroes in textbooks and relics that he's found remain undecipherable, and there's barely any information about them in regular history books.

The paintings he recovered are ancient, their details blurred, but that's exactly why Levi spent so long uncovering the past, piece by piece, since no one else seems to care about honoring them.

It's always been fascinating for him. But if those words that he remembered were any indication to him, did it mean that his human self had some sort of relation to the Scouts of the past? He wasn't sure what triggered it.

All he could do the moment he woke up was remain frozen in his chair as he stared ahead, out the large, floor to ceiling windows, and not move a muscle as he tried to process what he just woke up from.

Not once in 200 years has he dreamed about himself in the way that he did just now, and the only viable explanation seemed to be that this had to be some sort of memory. He didn't know when, or why he was getting these all of a sudden, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time.

While Levi continued to look ahead, with a deadly and blank stare in his eyes, he didn't even turn his head when he heard the door to his office open, followed by a peppy and happy hum from Onyankopon walking in.

"Good morning, Levi!" Onyankopon said cheerfully. As he walked in and started heading towards the bar, he didn't notice that Levi wasn't quite there at the moment.

Well, he was, but his mind was elsewhere trying to process what he just woke up from. The absence of his powers was causing big changes, and he didn't like it one bit.

He was really starting to feel its effects now. He doubted this would be the end of the 'side effects' of not having his powers on him like he used to, and he had no idea how it would progress from here to almost a month from now and him seeing possible memories of his past life did not seem like a good sign.

Levi didn't turn his head to look at his assistant, but he was still able to find his voice to express what was going on through his head. "Onyankopon," Levi started, in a tone that felt empty, dry, devoid of emotion.