Laverna [ Levi Ackerman x Reader ]

↳ 𝟏.𝟑 - 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

YOU WERE BACK home again within a few days. Though you weren't better, you wanted to return before your family became suspicious. They weren't pleased to find out that someone had stabbed you. However, that didn't cloud their gratitude toward you being alive, and they made sure to take good care of you.

Even though your injury had since healed, the topic seemed all the rave in your household.

"Those damn brigands," your father mumbled, his spoon scraping up the broth at the bottom of his bowl. "All because of that stupid salt delivery... why did they move it a week back, anyway? I would've made sure you stayed home if I knew."

Even though the incident had happened a few weeks prior, many of your mealtime conversations circled back to the topic. This one was no exception. Your family sat around a wooden table, surrounded by the aroma of a home-cooked meal. Considering the lack of resources, soups seemed to be your mother's specialty— and though she had several recipes under her belt, potato soup seemed to be her go-to.

"The merchants were trying to outsmart those thugs, darling," your mom said, blowing on a spoonful of her soup. "I'm just glad that sweet family was able to help you, [Y/N]."

You remembered how angry your parents were when they found out about the stabbing. However, infuriated as they were, they could do nothing except get you rested and healed up. Such events were an unchangeable (though unfortunate) circumstance about living in the Underground.

"Me too," you nodded. "I'm not sure what would have happened if they hadn't helped."

The memory was still fresh in your mind. Though most people would have been traumatized after such an injury, you knew that living in fear would only make things worse, giving a reason for you to make money by stealing. The mere thought reminded you of your bandana tucked into your pocket.

After all, you didn't want it lying around where your parents could see.

"We should thank them when we get the chance," your mom recommended, nodding toward the steaming soup sitting idle on the stove. Your father stood up, heading in that direction for some seconds. "I can make some extra soup tomorrow. If their house is on the way to the market, I can drop it off to them as a gift next time I go... or maybe I can just pick them up something."

"I don't mind dropping something off for them," you stated, suppressing your slight panic. A blush dusted your face. You wanted to keep your two lives as far away as possible— as far as the east was from the west— but if your mom found out that you had been staying with Levi Ackerman and his gang, that would raise at least a few red flags.

"We are out of bread," your dad tutted, his eyes landing on his now-empty bowl. "Well... I was planning to go to the market today, anyway— I'll go ahead and buy some more and maybe something for that family. Do you know if they like fruits?"

"I can go," you volunteered. You were still recovering from the prior spike in heart rate— and, even though you'd faced intimidating situations before, your family getting involved was the one thing that made you nervous. "I'll grab the bread and something for them."

"Are you sure?" your mother asked. She had a spoonful of soup lingering at her lips, but she paused, moving it away as she spoke. "I don't want you to get hurt again."

"I know," you nodded, trying to come up with some sort of reason. It left your lips more smoothly than you anticipated. "I just... I don't want to avoid going out just because I got hurt last time. I promise I'll be careful."

Reluctant though your parents were, that became the first time you were out in public after your injury.

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