Do You Have Regrets? (Levi x Reader)

Chapter 1: Big News

A/N: This chapter is basically just back story about the reader, but don't worry the fun stuff is gonna start soon. This story will be sort of a slow burn so be prepared for that. Please don't judge me too harshly because this is my first time writing a fanfic and I'm still learning the ins and outs. Anyways I hope you enjoy!
TW: mention of death, violence, and slight mention of s3xual @buse

I awoke to the sun shining brightly in my eyes. I quickly threw my pillow over my head and groaned. I really did hate waking up. "Good morning my dear Y/n!" I heard my roommate Hange sing, as I felt my bed covers being torn off me.

"What the hell Hange?!" I yelled, as I turned to face the crazy scientist staring at me with glee. "Don't be such a grump. Hurry or you're going to be late!" Hange sang as she left our room. 'Damn her, and her excitement in the morning,' I thought as I slowly got up and made my bed.

I had joined the Survey Corps about a year ago, and I was now a Squad Leader. Hange had been my best friend since our days in the Training Corps. We were honestly pretty similar, both love science, are fascinated with titans, and have been described as crazy. It's true, I do have a wild side. Hange is definitely crazier than me. Most people are scared of me. I've been told I'm unapproachable. I guess it has something to do with my face.

I don't mean to look intimidating. It could have something to do with my past. I grew up in the Underground City. My mother was young when she had me. The only thing I know about my father is his last name, L/n. Which I was so kindly given. From what I remember my mother was a kind woman. She worked at a Brothel and I'm not sure if my father was a costumer of hers, or not.

It was a hard life. I learned from a young age that the only way to survive was to fight and kill. Most of the life lessons I learned, at such a young age, were taught to me by a tall man in a hat. He would often visit my mother, I'm not sure what their relationship was to be honest. He was always kind to me, when I did see him. His name was Kenny Ackerman. He taught me everything I needed to know to survive down there. Kenny gave me my first knife and taught me how to fight and kill. I was only three at the time, but living down there caused you to grow up fast. I was speaking by the time I turned one, and it became apparent that everyday was a struggle for life.

After a while Kenny quit coming to visit us as often. I never did get to thank him for everything he did. I just kept on living life as best I could. I didn't have any friends and I spent most of my time outside on the streets, while my mother did her job. I hated having to stay on the streets. I wanted to see the sun, to play with other kids, to have fun. But I never saw anyone having fun. My mother did have one friend that worked with her. Her name was Kuchel. I would sometimes hangout with Kuchel while my mother was working. She taught me how to sew and would tell me about her son. I never got to meet him with Kuchel though, he was always out. I had a feeling Kuchel hated him having to live in that awful place and wanted him out as much as often. I think my mother wanted the same thing for me. I would often dream of meeting Kuchel's son and finally having a friend, but I never saw him.

By the age of four I had gotten used to being alone and I think I was happy. That all changed when there was a situation between my mother and one of her clients. My mother had asked me to leave for the day, so she could get started on work. I didn't listen, I hated the streets, instead I hid in her closet. A drunk man can into my mother's room and she refused to do "business" with him. She had a rule that she would never be with one of her clients while they were intoxicated. I started to hear a ruckus, so I peaked my head out of the closet and watched as the man became violent with my mother.

She asked him to leave, but he refused. Instead he pulled a knife from his pocket and stabbed my mother seven times. I sat there in horror as I watched my mother die. Soon after he left and I ran to my mother's side, tears streaming down my face. I didn't know if she was dead, but I knew one person who might've been able to help me. I ran out of the room and down the hall to Kuchel's room.