Blades and kisses {Levi Ackerman x reader} by TheGardenStories

Prologue

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Okay so before we start there is some quick info in case you haven't understood/read the info box.

Y/n=your name obvi
L/n=your last name
e/c=your eye color
h/c=yo hair color

Aight with that set to the info☟︎

The fanfic will follow the attack on titan timeline up from "No regrets" trough the seasons 1-4 (including the OVAs). Oh and pay attention you don't know when I might put an important detail in the chapters hehe
Obviously spoiler alert for the whole AoT plot line so ye you've been warned. I tried to keep it as canon as possible so don't bark at me aight 💀
Also the first chapter may be a bit chaotic but keep reading to reveal more and to answer your questions.🌚

Hope y'all enjoy and have fun🤸🏼‍♀️

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Fire surrounded the room I stood in. Footsteps all around the house and I knew that once I run out of my room I'll get caught, so the door wasn't an option. I don't know what to do...But how do you expect a ten year old to react? The thought of climbing out of the window was scratched when I opened the window and looked down realising it's way too risky. Tho I could've used the sheets to climb out since it's not that high. But one look at the burning bed in the corner of my room made it clear that I should give up on this idea, and I guess I was just too scared to climb out on my own. Even more panic rising in me as I start coughing from all the smoke that has piled up in the room.

>>Y/n! Help me!<< I turned around and saw my mother. She was held by a man dressed in black, he had a knife pressed against her throat. >>Geez how many children do they have?I already finished off like three of them!<< he proceeded to come closer to me and his hand was already reaching out to me but my mother started to shift in his arms like crazy.
>>Take the knife out of his hands and stab him!<<
I just stood there, I wanted to but I couldn't. It's like all the bones in my body refused to move. Refused so much that my body ached. I felt something hitting against my feet. The knife. It fell out of his hands and was now in front of me, I had just enough control of my body to grab the knife and point it at the man, trying intimidate him. But of course it was no use, he knew I wouldn't have the courage to do anything, one look at my trembling hands was enough to make that clear.

My mother didn't wait for me and used his distraction as an opportunity to overwhelm the man. But she could barely hold him down.
I stood there, pointing the knife at them both. My hands are shaking. No scratch that, my whole body is trembling with fear. What do I do? I'm scared, what if I miss and he'll kill us both? I don't want to die yet! My mom's screaming at me, I can't even hear her. I can only watch. Watch as that guy grabs a large piece of wood and aims directly at my mothers head. She's under him now, not moving.
>>You bitch! Think you're stronger?<< he hits her in the face, again, and again and again and again. Blood splattering everywhere. The walls, the floor, my nightgown...She looks at me with pure pain in her eyes as her last breaths escape her mouth.

But the man stopped suddenly. Gagging in pain. It was then when I snapped back to reality and found myself standing right next to him, a knife in his throat that I still held in my hands. I took a few steps back before my instincts finally reached my brain and I start running. I don't know if anyone noticed me nor did I care. All I cared about was reaching that door, running past my dead siblings, their eyes filled with tears and fear. My house was a bloodbath.

I was running for so long I've reached the Main Street by now. My heart was still beating like crazy. I wanted it all to be a dream, to wake up and see my mother sitting at my bed, carefully bringing me tea like she always does in the morning. It didn't take that long until I collapsed on the floor. No surprise, I ran for what felt like hours and after the adrenaline has calmed down a little all of my stamina was gone at once. I just sat there, not knowing what to do. Completely lost. Should I blame myself? No...It wasn't my fault...Perhaps if I did budge even a little...
But it didn't matter anymore, my family was dead. And I have nowhere to go. Finally my brain started to realise everything I've seen and and an enormous amount of tears began to stream from my eyes.
My mother face getting smashed with that man's fist over and over again, turning it into a bloody pile. The images of the workers around the house with their throats cut open laying there, some of them already burning in the fire. And my dead siblings...
I was a mess. My body was trembling so much I could barely hold myself up, clothes were dirty, my lungs aching from breathing in all that smoke, and my hands covered in blood wich is not my own. I start to cough as the sobs that escaped my mouth didn't make it any easier for my lungs. The coughing made the pain even worse but I couldn't stop it.

I heard footsteps from around the corner and lifted my head. I tried to call for help, but my voice was raspy and I only coughed more. I start gasping for air and the pain in my body slowly takes over. My body was tired...I was tired. I saw them approach me but that's it. I passed out. Only to wake up in a cold place. It looked like a big cave, but rather a creepy and one. You couldn't see the sky at all wich made it look even more depressing. It was soon after I found out from the people next to me that two drunk police officers threw me in here figuring I was  dead judging by the blood I was covered in...So they preferred to throw me into the underground rather than actually doing their job and taking care of me...God what alcohol does to people...

From then on, I've spent two years in the underground. Killing, stealing, getting into fights. All of that to survive at least a day. Of course, the food I stole wasn't even remotely enough to keep a child in good shape. Surviving was hard. People fought like every day. And the water was so filthy some would prefer to drink their own piss instead. Or some preferred wine. It's better than the water and half-empty bottles were literally everywhere so getting my hands on them wasn't hard. Drinking at the age of 12 wasn't something I'd believe I would do. But I had no other choice. Besides, I got much more sleep with that. I had just accepted the fact that I'll probably die like any other swine down here. Not missed by anyone and somewhere in a ditch. If I get lucky enough to even become that old.

But one day changed it all.

I hid in a corner, waiting for the guys I had just stolen from to pass by so I won't get caught. It was then when I noticed a nicely dressed man walking directly at me. Catching the eyes of every person he passed by, six men following behind him. No wonder, Someone as dressed as him easily stands out in a place like this.
>>Well hello there little one.<< he kneeled down to face me properly. >>How old are you?<< he asked, smiling at me kindly but his serious aura still in the air. >>I'm twelve.<< I reply. I look him up and down one more time. Slicked back blonde hair, blue eyes and he wore dark blue suit with a fitting tie. I felt like dirt standing next to him. >>Do you want to get out of here?<< he asks as he reaches his hand out to me. I freeze, why in the world would a man of his obviously higher class approach me in the underground? Of course I wanted to get out of here, anybody would be glad to. But I had to think straight. I shouldn't let that desire get in the way. >>And what do you want for it? Someone like you obviously wouldn't just take me in.<< I glare at him, seeking for anything suspicious in his eyes. But I don't see anything that would make me think he's lying.

>>You only have to do one thing for me.<<
>>Spill it.<<
>>You'll have to work for me.<< work for him? How? What job? But it was obvious he wouldn't even try to explain it to me as he remained silent, his hand still reached out to me. I look at it for a split second and hesitantly put my hand in his. Mostly out of curiosity of where this path would lead me and out of despair, I wanted to leave this place. He then got up and the men behind me grabbed me by my shoulders gently and led me outside. The first time I saw sunlight after two years...
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And now I'm currently 23 years old. Heading for the next target that my Boss, Mr. Scott had given me underground. Funny how even after escaping that filthy place I still get my hands dirty in here almost every day. I hated the people who killed my family and still do. And now?

Now I have been killing people as my job for like 8 years now. But that's what I need to do, the people I kill are scum. The people I kill ruined hundreds of lives and not only that according to the files that Mr. Scott provides me with.

Some clean up dirt with cleaning supplies, and I prefer to take the trash out with blades.