HOPE YOU ENJOY 

PLEASE VOTE

Side Note: Did I have this idea spark to life while watching the live action movie scene with this song? Yes, Yes I did. Do I enjoy both the anime, manga and live action film? Yes, Yes I do. Will I go out of my way to advertise the live action? No, No I will not. This small note bit not included. 

https://youtu.be/vaX0iqyzK7Q

They may have taken home a few souvenirs from their undercover visit to Marley. All having to take care over what they took, making sure it wouldn't be overly notice or something that those will higher power couldn't make a huge deal out of without upsetting the people of Marley. 

Hence Levi merely stood impressed as he watched both Mikasa and Jean casually carry back something called an jukebox. Apparently the two had found it within an basement, an fall out shelter that seemed abounded when they had came across it during their snooping outside the city limits.  

Armin and Hanji had wasted no time at all trying to figure it out on the travel home within their ship. Mikasa and Jean sharing an high five over their souvenir, knowing no one in Marley could even dare to made a fuss over it being missing. Not when things before the titans were as forbidden as it was on Paradis island.

Or as they were on Paradis before Historia allowed knowledge over times before titans to be spoken over again, to have books from before read freely once more and any items secretly kept in hiding were finally allowed to see the light of day again. 

In truth, Queen Historia had lifted the band in hopes to find anything of use or could help them deal with Marley better. Old weapons or useful battle knowledge written within books from old. Not many people had came forward with holding anything from before the walls, not many knew over items from before or a few having long since thrown them out or destroyed them when coming across an items from before. Scared over being killed for holding anything like that. And most that might have something from before didn't even know it was from before, assuming it was an odd family heirloom that held no real use. But those that held books or other bits did come forward, showed them off and stories from times before that had been secretly passed down within folk stories were spoken over more openly again. 

But sadly, power was still something that both islands lacked. Electric power in it's own way at least. Leaving the jukebox not able to be used so easily. Until Armin and Hanji teamed up to find another form of power source to keep it running. Somehow using the wind to produce the small amount of eclectic power needed to get the music playing machine to work for a few hours on the windy days. 

And that's how the main lasting members of the survey corpses all found themselves huddled inside Captain's Levi's office. The Jukebox playing songs from the times before titans and built walls, a time when the world held different enemies, themselves.

But Levi sighs, knowing times haven't changed much when they've been fighting against their fellow men all along. Even when the titans still roamed the island, those within the walls were still fighting one another to survive. Now, Marley stood as their new enemy and the titans all wiped out, for now. 

The Captain's fond eyes ended up glancing towards the rest in the room. At least three had shoved themselves to fit and sit on his sofa within the office space. Eren and Jean purposely elbowing one another and earning Armin to shuffle a little further from them to escape being shoved by them. 

Sasha and Connie were doing their own strange staying to the tune of the current song, standing by his bookshelf and being smart to be very careful to not knock anything over. Hanji sitting in his free armchair, tapping her foot unconsciously as her good eye grew distant with old and fading memories of those she had once called friends. 

And then his eyes landed on her. 

Mikasa. 

She'd taken to leaning against the closed and purposely locked door. Her eyes warm as she took in all those still holding breath in their lungs within the room. A light pull on her lips as she watched them all and burned the image over them all just relaxing and happily existing together in one space to her mind. The distant desire over the room being more filled with all those they've lost, but she wouldn't let the depressing thoughts ruin the moment for her. 

He couldn't help but sigh, feeling his own nerves grow as he moved himself to stand. Only numbing glancing to his desk full over mismatched cups and mugs, most empty and others almost empty. All mixed forms of drink, teas, coffees, water and Hanji even dared to try Marley wine tonight. His poor desk becoming clattered by everyone using it as a safe table to keep their drinks from being spilled in any way. 

But the mess wasn't what he wanted to think over tonight. 

He let the song fill his ears as he travelled across the room and knew he'd stop himself from gaining one more regret in life. 

The worse could happen was that he was rejected and he'd accept the rejection. 

God knows that something as simple as a dance almost seemed like a false safety to them all now. 

Years ago, he would have rejected, even by his close friends, fearing to gain one more beautiful memory that would be stained by death months later. 

He wouldn't blame her for protecting herself from the same hurt. 

So, he slowed to a stop  a few inches from her. 

Watching as she gave him her full attention, curiosity clear in her stare over what had him heading for her and her alone. 

Only when he knew she was prepared to ask, did he finally lift his hand and watched how startled she grew to be as a new song played around them. 

"May I?" He asked, voice gentle and his eyes hopeful. 

He wasn't ashamed to ask nor would he pretend he didn't care over her answer when he knew it did. She deserved to know how raw she's made him whenever he's with her. She deserved to know that he was serious, in everything that included her. She wasn't some prize or merely a tool for him in his life. 

"I-I don't know how to dance.." She quietly confessed, lowering her gaze to her boots in embarrassment. She'd never gained the chance to learn, not even playfully dance around with someone at home as they hummed out of tune. She'd never had the chance and the older she got, the harder it became to ask for someone to teach her without pity in their eyes. 

"It won't be too difficult. Even the suicidal brat can be taught how to dance it, promise" He promised with small but cheeky grin as he stayed holding his hand out to her, showing he didn't care if she held no skills, he still wanted an dance with her. He wanted her as she was. 

And he would always cherish the amused smirk that pulled on her lips over his jab at her adopted brother. 

Proof that he's grown close enough to be build inside of her walls. To be able to freely tease and mock her titan shifting family members without her trying to shove a blade in his heart afterwards. For her to grin and give quiet laughs over his playfully jabs in return now. 

"Don't complain when I stand on your foot" She warned as she met with his eyes again, glint of humour still shining around the edges. 

"I've got plenty of other things to complain about instead" He shot back with an casual shrug, happy to complain over his list of complaints instead if she do steps on his foot. 

And he let himself smile for that split second why his back still stood to the rest of those in his office. Watching as she placed her hand in his, trusting her vulnerability to him in her own way. Allowing to give up some of the control she's already carefully kept a tight grip on and couldn't risk to let slip, even with those she's called her friends. 

It was always an honour when he was given her vulnerability.

And he wasn't ever growing to thrown away such an honour either, he'd always stay fighting to stay as one of her few safe places in this world. Even if he makes her cry by having to fight so hard, he'd do it all just for her to stay feeling safe with him. 

Leading her towards a small space behind the end chair, the sofa facing them and giving them an audience to half of the room. But he didn't care, he wasn't going to shy away after being gifted a dance. 

He thought maybe he should have kept by the locked door, try to keep out of half the rooms direct gaze. More so when it was her first dance and knew she might be a bit shy. But he also didn't want to hide her away, more so as he held her close. 

So, he held her in his arms and swayed with the music. 

It was sad, he knew she thought so too but it was also.. beautiful. 

In the corner of his eyes, he saw Sasha and Connie start to slow dance in their own way by the bookshelf. Hanji leaping to her feet, the wine maybe her much calmer compared to her normally hyped up self. She'd grabbed Jean's arms, yanked him to his feet and danced in the small space between his sofa and the wooden chairs for guests tucked at the front of his desk. 

And lastly, Armin seemed determined to gain a fond memory with his family and forced Eren to stand up next. Dragging his friend in the space by the door and hugged his best friend, his brother, to death as they swayed to the sad song. 

Soon enough, Levi's eyes returned to the only person he cared for most in the room. Holding her just that little bit tighter, even if she had mostly had his own smaller body hidden within her own embrace. 

Their roles may have been a tiny bit swapped but he didn't mind, not when he saw the warm smile on her face. Felt how her fingers clung to him even more than she'd clung to the two boys she's been raised with. 

He knew that this moment would forever be tucked safely in his battered and cracked heart until his final breath. That this memory will return to his mind and remind him over what he was fighting for when all seemed lost. 

Because neither were brave enough to hope over a future, to seal the deal for something more right now. They both knew how cruel the world could be. 

But maybe, just maybe, if they both survive, they could finally speak over promises between them for an forever. 

Until they win, they'd just keep this dance alive in their hearts instead. 

Use it as a memory if they don't both make it and let their minds wonder over a future they could have had together. 

And it was a memory he had almost forgotten after all that ended up happening. 

But then it was played at their wedding, with the same jukebox stolen from Marley that held the love of his life holding pride in her eyes for weeks afterwards. As well as an smug attitude whenever Marley prisoners mentioned over hearing music on windy nights. 

His eyes flashed up to his wife, watching as she gave an smile of gratitude towards Armin, who grinned back from his spot beside the jukebox. Personally ready to let his own wife, Annie, start a fight with anyone who might try to change the song or skip it. 

He'd like to say that his wife had only somehow grown closer to her childhood friend due to them both taking up all family roles that their families couldn't do anymore. For example, at Armin and Annie's wedding the year before, Mikasa had walked Armin down the aisle and gave him away, happily, to Annie who stood at the bottom of the aisle in her wedding dress waiting for him. Annie might have given her father a second chance, gotten along with him better now, but she still wasn't close enough for him to act as the father of the bride at her wedding. But both Armin and Annie wanted some traditions to be kept, hence Armin asked Mikasa to walk him down the aisle instead and she accepted with great honour. 

Just as Armin had walked Mikasa down today, during their wedding, gave an accepting smile as he looked Levi straight in the eyes before passing on his sister to him to marry. 

And now, Annie stood as both a bodyguard for her own husband who wouldn't dare throw a punch at a wedding out of fear for ruining the wedding. And as Mikasa's own maid of honour, just Mikasa had been Annie's maid of honour and actual did throw a punch at the married couple's wedding due to some rude guests trying to taint the day. Both was stopped by Mikasa, knocked out and carried out without any real disturbance. Armin had no clue it happened until the next day when his now wife had gushed over her maid of honour being the best to ever live. 

Losing himself to his own thoughts were always a bad idea. 

Because he found his wife making her way across the room as he did so in his own office all those years ago. 

A sweet smile on her lips as she had planned to have that second date with him.

She was a much better dancer now, and he wasn't bias just for being her husband nor her teacher, he just knew how talented she was.

Fighting was sometimes a dance and she was one of the best skilled fighters known, he merely taught her how to turn fighting into a dance without shredding blood. 

"May I?" Mikasa, his wife, still as beautiful and imperfectly perfect as she's always stood before him, asked with a warm smile as she held her hand out towards him, prepared to make one more memory with him under this song. 

"Did you plan this out?" He asked, glancing towards the jukebox and taking notice as both Connie and Jean had sat by the tables near the jukebox. Both prepared to let lose to anyone who might try to change the song, though most won't with the promise of murder that Annie's glare was giving out currently. 

All of their other friends, the room now filled with so many known faces, all sat or stood unsure over the suddenly protection of the jukebox or the meaning of the song. So many comrades stood alive, holding breath in their lungs around them. But barely any of them had stood with them from the start, their numbers even smaller from the very first time the song had been played. 

A room full of people could always fill empty when you take notice over the faces missing. 

"I know we can't claim this as our own song. Not forever. But just for the windy days, let it be used to make the happiest cherished memories we can have" She replied with an small frown, glancing around the room as if knowing his thoughts and still waiting for all those lost to suddenly appear for a slit second to give their blessing. They never would. 

"Don't complain if I step on your feet. The fake is bloody difficult to move with" He warned, shuffling in his wheelchair to help place his false leg down, he'd rarely use it to due to have raw and red it made the flesh on his stump due to how it rubbed when he stood or walked with it.

 He'd worn it today, stubbornly standing for his vows with her at their ceremony, wanting to hold her hands and stand proud to be her husband, before slumping back in his wheelchair after her scolding. She'd never seen him weak, nor pitied him, she'd only never wish to see him suffer again. 

"Levi.." She says his name, sad but knowing. Prepared to lecture him but giving up by the look in his eyes, knowing nothing she'd say would stop him from standing. 

"I want to dance with my wife as close as I did with our first dance" He simply states, forcing himself to stand, his flesh leg as weak as his fake but he was stubborn. The doctors would clearly be glaring at him from wherever they stood on the island, most likely sensing him pushing himself again. But he didn't care, he wanted to hold his wife close as they created a new memory with his wife. 

"Okay. Armin's prepared to have this song played none stop throughout the night until we're sick of it. Meaning, there's no need to rush" She quietly reassured, grinning as she nodded towards the jukebox once more as most guests assuming they could freely use the jukebox was soon scared away from it. 

He couldn't help but chuckle, never having once thought in his life that the bunch of annoying brats would be helping to protect his chance at memories on his wedding day. Giving the direction of the few faces that have survived it all from the beginning a nod of gratified, all smiling back and having their backs as always. 

Focusing on his wife once again, her hand never once being lowered and he gripped it with the few fingers he still had left. Leading her to the space left as the open dance floor. 

Pulling her close, not even trying to make the dance more complicated than swaying on the spot. Letting his wife take most of his weight as they swayed at once and whispered sweet nothings to one another. 

Warmth in their eyes and smiles full of love as they escaped to their own bubble once more. 

This time, promises spoken between them over a future together that both knew they had survived to finally have. 

Closing their eyes, allowing their minds to play a few tricks on them as the dance floor filled with love ones and close friends who didn't survive with them. All partnering up and dancing around them to the sad but beautiful song. 

Some even holding hands and just skipping in a circle together, leaving no one left out from odd numbers or those who would never have dared to dance without being forced into doing so. 

Snickers leaving the married couple as they opened their eyes, knowing that they'd be asking for a dance on the most windiest days of the year and creating lasting memories with it. 

And they did. 

He'd find his wheelchair being rolled backwards and forward, the design so basic and awkward but they made it work. 

One would forever ask the other for a dance and they'd dance through the windiest day or night of the year together. 

Knowing that they'd forever spend the end of the world with the person that would make the world feel like it was ending if they ever lost them.