Fragile Life°•°•°

(A/n) : ‼️Dark situation, angst, mention of death, if you're not comfortable with these kind of things then pass this oneshot, anyway, read it at your own risk. You were warned.‼️

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The idea of the scenario :

I would burn the world for them. Please don't take him from us.

(The name will be Levi cause I don't have ideas anymore.)

The oneshot :

Levi sat in the high-backed chair in his office, the sharp scent of expensive whiskey lingering in the air. The lights of the city below twinkled, reflecting the empire he had built over years of ruthless ambition, blood, and betrayal.

Yet, despite all the wealth, power and control, none of it could fill the hollow ache that gnawed at him late at night, when the business was done and the threats had been silenced.

He wasn't the man who had once walked into this world with an iron will and a heart hardened by years of violence. No, that man was long gone.

Instead, the person he had become was a man who had something to lose– something far more valuable than money or power.

[Y/n].

His wife.

His angel.

Her [e/c] eyes had captivated him the first time they met, their depth and clarity reflecting an innocence he didn't believe still existed in the world. She had come into his life when he was at his darkest, when he had no belief left in anything but the ruthless pursuit of control.

But [Y/n]... she had changed everything. The way she looked at him, with no fear, no judgment, only love. The way she held his hand like it was the most precious thing in the world, even when everything around them was crumbling.

She had given him something he never knew he needed. A family.

When they first met, Levi never expected it to turn into this. He had thought it would be a fleeting affair, just another distraction. But [Y/n] had never been just a distraction. She had been the one thing that made him feel alive again.

Their marriage had been a beautiful whirlwind. She was everything he had never known he wanted– beautiful, graceful, intelligent and yet with a vulnerability that he never understood but cherished all the same. She loved him not for his power or his wealth, but for the man he could be when he was with her.

And then, Idris came. Their son.

(Yes, I'm gonna force with the Idris name but I just find it very pretty so the kids in my stories will always be named Idris.)

Levi looked at the photograph on his desk, his eyes softening as he saw the tiny face of his 1 year-old son staring back at him, his small hand clutching [Y/n]'s finger.

It was the first photo they had taken as a family, and Levi's chest ached every time he saw it. The child was everything to him.

Idris had brought a light into their lives that he had never thought possible. The laughter, the joy, the small moments of bliss that they shared as a family– it was all so new to him, so precious.

He was a Mafia boss, a man feared and respected, but when he looked into his son's eyes, he was just a father.

But the joy was always tainted with an underlying sorrow. The doctors had warned them early on that Idris had a fragile immune system, that he would likely face more health problems than most children. Every cough, every wheeze, every time the boy's small body struggled to breathe sent a chill of fear through both Levi and [Y/n].

They had been to countless specialists, consulted every doctor who might offer some hope. But each time, the same cold truth stared them in the face: There was no cure. They could only hope to make him comfortable, to try and keep him well long enough to experience the life he deserved.

But every day was a gamble. Every night, they lay awake, listening for the sound of Idris's breath, praying that it wouldn't stop.

Levi couldn't remember a time when he had been so terrified. He had faced down the barrel of a gun, stared down rivals who wanted him dead, but nothing– nothing– compared to the fear that wrapped around his chest when he saw his son in pain.

He would gladly burn the world to the ground if it meant keeping his family safe.

But no matter how hard he tried, there were no guarantees.

He thought back to the moments when [Y/n] had first told him she was pregnant. Her eyes had been bright with excitement, and for the first time, he had seen something in her that wasn't just love for him.

It was hope. Hope that they could build something beautiful together, something real.

He had been terrified. He was a man who had always been alone in the world, a man who had seen how fragile life could be. But when [Y/n] had placed their son in his arms for the first time, everything changed. He had promised himself that he would protect them both, no matter what it took.

But as he looked at his wife now, sitting by the crib where Idris slept fitfully, her face pale and tired, he realized that even his promises couldn't shield them from the fragility of life.

He could give her the world, he could wipe out every enemy, burn every bridge, but he couldn't save their son from the sickness that lurked within his tiny body.

She turned to him, her face drawn with exhaustion, her hands trembling slightly as she wiped a tear from her cheek. "He's struggling, Levi", she whispered, her voice thick with worry. "I can't... I can't watch him suffer like this."

His heart shattered at the sound of her voice. She had always been so strong, so graceful in everything she did, but seeing her like this– broken, fragile– made him feel the weight of the world pressing down on him.

"I know, love. I know..." His voice cracked, a rare vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his hardened exterior.

He stepped forward, kneeling beside her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. Her eyes met his, the tears spilling over despite her best efforts to hold them back.

"What if... what if we lose him, Levi ? What if this is... it ?"

Levi's breath caught in his throat, his chest tight with the unspoken truth neither of them dared to say aloud. He had seen the way she looked at their son, the way her heart seemed to stop every time Idris coughed, every time the boy's tiny chest rose and fell more shallowly than it should.

He reached out, cupping her tear-streaked face in his large hands, his thumbs brushing over her soft skin.

"I'll never let that happen. I swear, [Y/n]... I will do anything. Anything. I'll burn the world down if it means keeping you both safe."

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch as if his promise could take away the pain. But she knew the truth as well as he did. Nothing was ever guaranteed. Not even love.

"Levi..." She whispered, her voice barely audible as she looked down at Idris. "I don't know how much longer I can do this. I don't know if I can keep going like this, seeing him like this."

He closed his eyes, his own heart breaking at the thought of her giving up. She was his world. She had given him something he never knew he needed.

But now, with every passing day, it felt like he was losing her, too. The weight of their son's illness was tearing them apart, pulling at the seams of the fragile life they had built.

"I won't let you go through this alone, [Y/n]", he whispered hoarsely. "I'm here. I'm with you. We're in this together."

But the words felt hollow. He could hold her, he could promise her anything, but the truth was he wasn't sure how long they could keep pretending everything was fine when each day felt like a countdown.

He sat with her in silence, their hands clasped together, watching as their son's small body rose and fell with labored breaths. They didn't speak, but the fear, the love, the desperation were all there, tangled together in the stillness of the room.

And Levi realized, as he looked at his family– the woman he adored, the child he would die for– that in the end, all the power in the world meant nothing.

The only thing that mattered was the fragile little life they were holding onto, trying to make it through another day. Another night.

And deep down, he knew that there was no victory to be found in his empire, no success that could replace what they stood to lose.

But he would keep fighting. Keep loving. Keep hoping. Even if the world outside crumbled, even if Idris's health continued to deteriorate, he would never give up. Because as long as they had each other, there was still something worth living for.

But as he kissed [Y/n]'s forehead that night, whispering promises of a future they both feared they would never see, he knew.

He knew that love was the only thing that could keep them going, even in the darkest moments, even when the fight seemed lost.

He wasn't sure how much longer they could hold on. But he would never, ever let go.

The next day, panic gripped Levi's heart as soon as he woke up. It wasn't the sound of the phone ringing or the quiet murmur of his men outside his office that made his blood run cold. It was the sharp, panicked cry of his wife coming from the nursery.

He shot out of bed, his legs nearly tripping over the sheets as he rushed toward the room. He could hear [Y/n]'s voice now, frantic, trying to soothe their son, but the desperation in her tone was unmistakable.

He reached the door in seconds, slamming it open to find her crouched beside the crib, her hand pressed to Idris's forehead, her face pale and drawn with terror.

"Levi !" She gasped, her voice cracking as her [e/c] eyes met his, wide with fear. "His fever... it's too high ! He won't drink anything. I don't know what to do !"

Levi's heart stopped as he saw Idris lying in the crib, his small body burning with fever, his face flushed with heat. The boy's normally bright eyes were dull, his little chest rising and falling rapidly, but shallowly.

"No", he whispered under his breath, his voice hoarse with dread. He rushed to the crib, his large hands trembling as he scooped his son into his arms, holding him close.

Idris barely stirred, his tiny body feeling fragile and limp against his father's chest. Levi could feel the heat radiating from him, a fever so intense it sent waves of panic crashing through him.

[Y/n] was already reaching for the phone, her hands shaking as she dialed the doctor. But Levi could hear the shakiness in her voice as she spoke, trying to keep calm but clearly on the edge of breaking. The sound of her pleading with the doctor, trying to explain what was happening, sent a sharp pang of helplessness through his chest.

"Levi, please", she whispered desperately, her voice barely audible, her hand reaching for his. "What if it's too late ? What if this is it ?"

The words she didn't want to say hung heavy in the air between them, too painful to speak aloud, but both of them knew it was a possibility they couldn't ignore anymore.

This little boy, their beautiful, precious son– he wasn't just fighting a cold. He was fighting for his life.

Levi's grip tightened around Idris, his thoughts a chaotic whirl of dread, anger, and helplessness. His mind raced, trying to think of something– anything– that could make this better, but there was nothing.

The money, the power, the connections– none of it meant a damn thing now. All he wanted was to see his son smile again, to hear his laughter, to watch him run and play like other children.

But the world felt so cruel, so fragile, as though it was slipping through his fingers, and all he could do was hold on tighter and hope it didn't fall apart.

[Y/n] sank to the floor beside him, her face wet with tears, her shoulders shaking as she pressed a hand to her mouth. She didn't speak, but her pain was evident, written in every line of her face, in the way her body trembled as she reached out to touch Idris's hand.

Levi could feel her eyes on him, pleading with him, wanting him to fix this, to make their son better. But he couldn't. Not this time.

He was the king of a ruthless empire, a man who struck fear into the hearts of even the most dangerous men, but he was powerless in the face of his son's fragility.

"No", she whispered again, her voice breaking as she gripped his sleeve. "Please don't take him away from us. Not like this."

Levi's breath caught in his throat and he kissed Idris's forehead, his tears mixing with the heat that burned there. "I won't let them take you, Idris. I won't let them take you", he whispered fiercely, though the words felt empty.

What could he do to stop the inevitable ?

The doctor arrived in a blur of motion, his face as calm as could be expected in the middle of such a crisis. He checked Idris's temperature and made a few quick notes.

"It's high", he said, his voice measured but concerned. "We'll need to get him to the hospital immediately. We'll start him on fluids and anti-fever medications, but his body's already under a lot of stress."

Levi nodded, unable to speak, his mind consumed by the sight of his son's flushed face, the small labored breaths that rattled in his chest. He felt like he was drowning in the horror of it, the weight of his helplessness too much to bear.

[Y/n]'s hands shook as the doctor gave them directions, telling them to prepare for the worst, but Levi could barely hear him. He was already on his feet, moving quickly to the car, with [Y/n] close behind him.

The entire world seemed to slow around them, each second dragging on as if the universe was holding its breath, waiting for the final answer.

The ride to the hospital was a blur, the city streets flying by in a rush of light and noise that seemed so distant, so meaningless. The only thing that mattered was Idris. The only thing that mattered was the boy in his arms, the fragile little boy whose every breath felt like a gift and a curse at the same time.

When they arrived at the hospital, Levi had to force himself to move, to let the doctors take over. [Y/n] was beside him, her hands clutching his arm, her tears falling freely now. But even in that moment of fear and heartbreak, she was strong for their son. She was everything he needed her to be, even when everything around them was crumbling.

The hours that followed were agonizing. The doctors did what they could to stabilize Idris, but the fever refused to break. His tiny body was exhausted, and with each passing hour, Levi felt the weight of it pushing down on him. They told him they were doing everything they could, but no one could say with certainty that their son would survive the night.

He sat by the bed, his hand resting gently on Idris's, as [Y/n] stood at the window, staring out at the city, her figure a silhouette in the dim light. Her silence was heavier than words, the weight of her grief too deep to express.

He knew she was thinking the same thing he was– that they had no guarantees, no promise that their son would make it through this.

He had faced death countless times in his life, but this was different. This wasn't a bullet to the head or a knife in the gut. This was slow. This was watching helplessly as the thing he loved most slipped away, piece by piece.

She turned toward him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "Levi..." Her voice was a whisper, a faint echo of the strength she once had. "I don't know how much more I can take."

His heart broke at the sight of her, her pain more unbearable than his own. He reached out for her, pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her tightly as if he could hold her together, as if he could stop the world from falling apart.

But there was nothing he could do.

Nothing except hold on.

And as the hours passed, as the doctors continued to work and [Y/n] cried in his arms, Levi realized the truth.

He wasn't afraid of the life he had built or the enemies who might come for him. What terrified him the most was the thought of losing them– [Y/n] and Idris. They had given him everything he never knew he needed, and now, he was powerless to save them.

The future was uncertain. But he swore that no matter what happened, he would never stop fighting for them. Even if it meant losing himself in the process, he would fight until his last breath.

Because without them, there was nothing.

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(A/n) : I'm back ! Missed me ? Well aside from that, I really wanted to kill Idris but was getting tired of writing so this is all you get.

See ya ! 💋