Eren x Levi's daughter!reader

Father daughter problems

~Your POV~

"You're Levi's daughter." The boy in front of me gasped and everyone turned their attention to me.

"No duh." I scoffed.

"You look just like him." He said in awe.

It was true, I looked just like my father. I had (H/L) raven black hair and stormy grey eyes. People were always pointing out how I look just like him so they expected me to act like him too, but in truth if it weren't for the looks no one would have guessed I was his daughter. I acted a lot more like my mom. I'm more hyper and weird than serious and calm. I liked to run around and get dirty, not keep clean 24/7. If my dad saw my room he would probably faint from how dirty it is.

"So what if I look just like him, it's not a big deal." I raised my voice. I was annoyed that everyone was always pointing out how I look just like him, that's all they knew me for. I'm that one girl that looks just like Humanity's Strongest soldier, yay.

I passed out the last bowl and stomped over to the pot of soup to carry it over. On my way over I heard the boy with a shaved head sitting next to the guy with brown hair mutter, "Man, what's with the women in this house."

'Tch. What's with men saying stupid things.' I thought.

I grabbed the pot and put it on the table roughly almost spilling some soup over the edge. "Knock it off, brat." Dad told me.

"Levi, don't call her a brat." Mom lectured him almost immediately.

"I'm just trying to help serve lunch." I snapped at him.

"It's your attitude." He stood in front of me with his arms crossed.

"Let's not do this while we have guests over." Mom stepped between us giving dad a particular angery stare. Then she turned to me and pointed toward my friends which were standing awkwardly in the corner of the room, "Why don't you walk your friends home, (Y/N)."

"Fine." I left through the door and they followed.

~Levi's POV~

(Y/N) left to walk her friends home, but she'll probably just sit outside by a tree and talk feelings to them. Annabell deep sighed, she's probably going to go all bitch mode on me.

"I can't believe you. It's been forever since you came to see us and you two have to ruin it by fighting with each other."

"She needs to learn her place."

"When she comes back your going to apologize." Annabell walked over to the table and started to serve the soup.

I walked over and sat down in my chair arms still crossed and my right leg crossed over my left leg. She grabbed the bowl in front of me and poured soup into it, but instead of giving it back she sat down with it and and took a sip. I glared at her watching her happily eat the soup. "Don't look at me like that, I told you no soup cause you were being a jerk." She finally said.

I turned my head forward and looked at my tea. I picked it up and brought it to my lips, 'Fine, all I need is my tea.' I thought to myself closing my eyes as I took a sip.

We all sat in silence as they all ate and I sipped on my tea. Then I heard something be placed in front of me. I opened my eyes and saw Annabell placing a bowl of soup in front of me. Of course, she may act tough on the outside but on the inside she was kind and sweet, just like how she was raised to be before we met. I took the soup and started eating it, giving her a quiet thanks. I didn't actually say thank you, but she always seems to know what I'm saying even if I don't say anything. She's probably the only one who knows how to read me. Usually people like her annoy me, but something about her was different. I don't know what but I do know it's what caught my interest, and why I love her.

~Your POV~

I didn't walk my friends home, instead we sat down by a old tree in a patch of green grass. Abigail, my friend that was slightly taller than me with long copper brunette hair in a nice braid, was leaning her head on my shoulder. While Elizabeth, my friend that was smaller than the both of us with medium short blonde hair with a silver clip that had something engraved into it holding some of her hair, sat on my other side picking flowers and making crowns out of them.

The two were my only friends, we've been friends for five years now. Abigail was tough and loved to get dirty and rough house with people. She has two older brothers so she acts boyish. I guess I wish I could be like her, strong and carefree. Elizabeth is kind and gentle, she literally wouldn't hurt a fly. She is smart, polite, and knew just how to make people smile and cared for the well being of others. I guess I'm probably more like her on the inside. I want to be strong and sociable, courageous and detemined. But in reality I'm out of shape, socially awkward, lazy, and even though I get mad and want to punch something I feel I couldn't actually full on hit someone. That's why I hate when people point out my resemblance to my father, because I'm not like him and it doesn't even feel like we're related.

"Why" I whispered.

"Why what?" Elizabeth asked me.

"Why do I have to look like him but act nothing like him."

"I'm sure there's something you two have in common." She placed a flower crown on my head and smiled.

"No, there's not! I'm not strong or brave or able to hide my emotions so easily. I like to dance and sing and I don't mind a mess, I play the guitar for god sake!" I could feel tears on the verge of falling.

"So what?" Abigail said relaxed.

"So what, SO WHAT!" I started to yell.

"I like you the way you are, (Y/N)." Abigail yawned.

"Me too." Elizabeth placed a crown on Abigail.

"But I dont."

"Your upset because people expect you to be like him even though your not, so you feel like you have to be. But you know what," Abigail stood up and raised her fist confidently like every other time she has a great idea. "Let's show everyone who you really are! Let's preform in front of everybody. We've been practicing in private with a group but I think it's time we show everyone just how talented we really are!"