Laverna [ Levi Ackerman x Reader ]

↳ 𝟏.𝟏 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

NOBODY KNEW THE sun in the Underground, and as such, many problems followed.

The most obvious was the physical ailments. Vitamin deficiency created a cocktail of problems— a poor immune system, muscle weakness, a lack of good food— but even as such, limited sunlight also forced another pandemic: crime.

The latter was your sickness.

It was no secret that everyone in the Underground was well-acquainted with desperation, ill with hopelessness about their circumstances. The lack of control often tempted people to take matters into their own hands, and you were no exception.

The difference? Most people just weren't as good at stealing as you were.

Though you knew your intentions, those who didn't would argue that you lacked moral character. The law didn't care about why you did things. All they knew was that you were a thief.

Or, more realistically, that there was a thief on the run.

Nobody knew who you really were.

The merchants called you "Laverna."

It was the name you fed them, but it became something like legend— so much so that people would blame you for missing items you had nothing to do with.

What they knew about you (or rather, "Laverna") was as follows:
1) Laverna is a female bandit.
2) She often steals without being noticed, but if she's spotted, she's too fast for most people to catch.
3) A solid red bandana covers the lower half of her face.

It was rather entertaining when people cursed your name. You would occasionally hear it over regular lost items (things you had no interest in stealing, like people's glasses), but sometimes, it made sense.

"LAVERNA!"

The swear had come from an angry brigand, whose stolen salt you swindled without his noticing.

You bolted several seconds before he even noticed.

"Over there!" another man shouted, pointing a thick, accusatory finger. "I saw someone running!"

You were already meters away from them. However, it seemed that even though you disappeared into the alleyways, there were more of them than you expected— some who were much closer in proximity.

Soon, about a dozen of them were clambering after you.

You'd dealt with angry men before. It was easy to out-maneuver them as they weren't too fast. The buildings whizzed past you in blurs of beige, and you were quick to use someone's porch to hop onto a nearby roof, continuing on your path with ease.

It would be easier to escape up there.

"Are you sure you saw someone?" another brigand asked, earning a smirk from you. "I didn't see anyone, and to be honest, I don't even know if Laverna really exists—"

Those words, seeping into your ego, were the closest thing you'd get to sunshine.

"I don't care if it's Laverna, some delinquent trying to make a quick buck, or a kid who doesn't know any better— get the salt back!"

You recognized the nearby voice as one of the brigands. However, you were too busy scurrying away to pay much mind.

"Wait— over here! It looks like we found the real culprit."

The voice, however, wasn't what worried you.

Your pocket felt lighter than it had just moments ago— and immediately, you checked it. Your heart sank.