CELL 19 // Levi x reader (gender neutral)

Chapter 1

Gender neutral version
Calaneth District. Where drunks stumbled about the streets, where Snow White was upon the nose of every whore; where Levi's little white lies circulated the city, where his reputation exceeded him. Only a mere few days ago did he hear of Y/N's mother being brutally slaughtered. Did he feel any different after hearing the gruesome details? Well only a runt would feel different. He was unfazed with that complacent smirk of his never straying from his lips and nose always upturned in distaste.

He had always closed himself off from others, business associates were for the money and small talk however how could he close himself away from the man who had the very omnipotence that he wanted to possess: Erwin Smith. A cunning minx of a man who could invite you over for a game of cards and fuck you the following night. A man who was careful with his words and had gained control of one of the most infamous gangs within the walls.

It was in the early hours of that Monday morning, that isolation was Levi's enemy; in the past he wallowed within it, enjoying its ice cold repose but now he couldn't help but fear it liked a dog that foamed at the mouth; he was unpredictable and dangerous when cornered. And God had he been cornered when Smith dragged him into that office of his, brows furrowed as he'd explained the extent of what was to be expected of him. To watch over the brat left in cell 19.

It had dawned upon him that this task was not to be as simple as it seemed. Beneath the surface, this person: Y/N, must have something about them; especially as Erwin had stressed the importance of this hostage's safety. You were to become another pawn of his, how amusing.

For hours Levi had been meticulously planning, his fingers bruised and aching from all of the notes he had made, all of the variables of what could go wrong. Each variable, each factor he had planned around yet there was one that he had disregarded: a brat that he couldn't wrap so easily around his finger as he assumed he could.

And now it was time. Y/N was due to wake up, or be awoken by this beast of a man. The halls were dark as Levi strode along them; it was as if a dirty lens had been held over his eyes as he struggled to clamber down the cobbled stairs. Glistening death sat at his waist, ready to wink at anyone who caught his eye. You see, possession of a blade was mandatory, especially in circumstances such as this and even if it was not, the man would carry one without a second thought. It's better to watch one's back then get caught in the dark.

Levi took a casual approach, every step had its purpose; every stride left the squalor blushing beneath his feet. Prisoners in opposing cells jeered and threw obscenities, nothing that the man was not accustomed to and yet when he reached your cell, his heart couldn't help but pulsate within him. Cocking his head to the side, with pricked up ears and a scrunched nose, in mild distaste he took in the many sights before him. The poor person barely had any meat on their bones, they were scrawly like a runt; littered with bruises and contusions from when the others had handled them earlier. Typical. He had tutted to himself with a growl escaping his lips, already his new toy had been spoiled by fingerprints from men, already they had been defiled yet the question hung heavy within the air, were you broken?

Silence. That was all that could be heard. It echoed throughout the room, yet there was no echo at all. An unnerving silence, the sort that made Evil's hair stand on its end, the sort of noise that drowned out any other, the sort that left you breathless and weak. Silence.

Roaming Y/N's unconscious body with his eyes he resembled a predator. After all, the man always longed to be a few steps ahead. He longed to be in that ever so advantageous position to stalk from the shadows, to pick out those vulnerable within a group, to obtain information from those who he knew would talk a little too much or to force a confession out of someone; he was not picky. What was it to be with the runt that laid within cell 19?

"Wake up, Y/N" he stated with a stern yet monotonous tone, the man had taken a seat; leg casually folded atop the other; bent at the knee as he remained outside of your cell, "Tch. Don't even dream of pretending to be asleep or be deluded into thinking that I'd set foot in that godforsaken cell just to wake you from whatever wet dream you're having,"
With a low grunt, he paced over to the bars; stopping inches from them as he slammed a fist against them.
"5 seconds and you better be awake and on your knees. Take any longer and there'll be consequences."

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Hello guys I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter! I wanted to keep it quite open in terms of what could happen to leave a little cliffhanger while I write chapter 2.
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