Walls-A Levi x Reader Fic {Book One}

One - Induction

Quick Guide:
(Y/n)- Your Name
(F(or L)-First/Last Name
(H/c)-hair color
(H/l)-hair length
(E/c)-eye color

Your POV
The day you were taken into the scouts was a blessing and a curse. That particular morning was the same as ever go out, get your shit and make it back without dying. Unfortunately for you, life wasn't that easy. That day was routine as any had been. You were out watching the ports and listening for news of an incoming delivery. Two guards were sitting not far from you, and you listened intently as they discussed the incoming food stocks from Krolva District. You internally laughed at their foolishness. They never did learn. Not long after, you left to grab your 3DM gear for your mission. On your way back you caught wind of two men, clearly drunk from the previous night following you. You knew better than to run and risk getting caught helplessly in an alleyway, so instead, you waited patiently for one of them to touch you before swiftly turning around and stabbing the man's hand. He yelled out in pain as his friend ran to attack you, tripping drunkenly as he did so. You brought his face to your knee and forced him to his knees before following similar steps with the other one. After they were both knocked out, you shoved them in an alley and slit their throats. You scoffed.

"Less of a bother now," you deadpanned before running back, 3DM Gear hidden under your black cloak.

You were on your way back to your hideout when you caught wind of an undeniably irresistible chance. Two guards stood casually near the gate, chatting with each other. The gate itself would've been easy to surpass, but once you were out there-really inside the walls, you'd have nowhere to hide. "Did you hear about the Krown shipment coming in today?" "Didn't realize that we were porters now. What's it got to do with us?"
"Lots. If we can get their jewel cart through safely to Sina's port of entry, we'll be outta here with enough gold to last months." He snickered, clearly reveling in the thought.
"It'll be in about ten minutes from now, hope you're ready." He laughed. The second guard said something next, but you weren't listening. Instead, you were planning. The time of arrival was absolutely precise. You couldn't have been luckier if you tried. With money from this, you could buy your way out of the underground completely. You smiled as you watched the cart pull forward, down the same path you had predicted. Patiently you waited for the unfamiliar driver to turn down the right alleyway. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out a paper with black ink and bold lettering. This was it-this was your chance! You dropped down, grabbing the man by the shoulders and flipping him over, hearing him hit the ground. He didn't move-you'd done it right. Carefully and quickly you took all you could, filling your bags with as much as possible before ditching and returning to the safety of your hideout.
When you were finally home, you smiled at your loot. This was what you'd been trying to attain for years now, and finally had it-there was no words to describe your feelings. This was your ticket to freedom. It was only when you came out of your trance that you realized that you were still starving, and needed food. With a sigh, you pulled the large wooden chest out from behind a false brick wall and emptied your bags into it before closing it up and sliding it back into place. Stealthily you left your hideout, covered in dark clothing and a black cloak to conceal your weapons and 3DM gear. You walked quickly to the port's nearest alleyway and waited. There were shipments that came in monthly, and luckily enough, there happened to be one that afternoon. You stalked the entrance like a hawk and its prey, waiting for your next meal. As soon as the horses were de-attached from the carts you struck, taking your dullest blades and using them to break the boxes as you flew by. You quickly swiveled back around to grab your own food, seeing every nearby person rush towards the free food. However, you'd already been testing your luck that day, and unannounced to you, that luck was wearing down to a wire.
"It's her! Get the Military Police!" A man shouted from behind. You were already running away, trying to conserve your fuel for the real getaway. Almost instantaneously you found the MP's behind you with angry faces. They'd lost half their booze only a week ago to you and your underlings and didn't seem to be taking it lightly. "Hey! Stop in the name of the law!" A man yelled. You scoffed as you took a sharp turn, hearing the satisfying 'oof's from the MP's hitting the wall. Your victory, however, was short-lived. In only an instant, they were back again, and closing in fast. Your nerves spiked, but you kept your mind on ice as you coldly flipped backward, countering their movements and preventing your capture. As you slid under them, you caught a glimpse of someone's face-a blonde man with piercingly blue eyes filled with sheer determination and authority. Dispite the distraction, the outcome was as predicted, you flew underneath them and they sailed hopelessly ahead as the physics of their momentum ran in your favor. What you hadn't predicted was their adjustment and recalculations. Only two of them had caught you, but that only reinstated what you had feared to begin with. They weren't the Military Police-they were the Survey Core. You kept your head low, continuously recalculating your moves. Regardless of what you did, they were right on top of you. You had to admit, they were fast and damn good at their job."That's it," you murmured, "enough running." You knew you were headed to a dead end very quickly, and if you didn't do this right, you'd most likely be handed over to the MP's in a second. As the building face approached, you ducked into an open window and rolled, careful not to damage your gear. It'd taken months to get it, and with all the heightened security now, it'd take at least six more before you'd be able to replace it.
When you came out of the building you crashed right through a set of supply boxes, and almost immediately you found yourself cornered with the blonde man. Quickly you drew your knives-two double-edged steel faced blades that'd originally given you your fame. Anyone who'd ever gotten too close had met a brutal end with them, and each time it was with cold precision. You didn't waste time on fancy moves and flourishes-you were about precision, accuracy, and speed. The man with the eyebrows stepped forward with two swords drawn to you. In no time you were fighting in a blur. He was trying to get you pinned but you were too fast for him to ever catch you. But his weapons were strong, and eventually, he knocked you to the ground, leaving you like a bird with one clipped wing. Nevertheless, you continued. In your false shock, he'd tried to gain a step, but you caught him in the act, leaving a deep cut on his upper arm and barely nicking his face. In the end, you'd been taken down by them all-each overwhelming you when they came down from the sky. Eyebrows had been the first to speak, and what he offered was something that you couldn't get out of.
"You've really got no other option here, (F/N)," he'd began. "I'm offering you a golden opportunity. If you choose not to take it, you'll be handed to the Military Police and tried in court. Given your record, I'm not sure you'd even make it to the courtroom." "What're you offering?" You deadpanned.
"Join us. Become a member of the Survey Corps and fight for the freedom of humanity." A long silence had passed. This man was a psychopath on a road of destruction, mainly so because he'd offered the underground's biggest criminal a job working with him. You contemplated for a second longer before answering.
"Fine."
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It'd taken a lot of convincing to get you to where you were. Countless court visits, endless training and plenty of sleepless nights. Not that you hadn't been used to them. After almost a year of trying to rewire your brain, they hadn't gotten anywhere. You were a stone wall and all they had was their fists. You'd been met by plenty of them, that was for sure, but every time you fought back, always making even the higher-ups worry. However, this didn't go over easy with the courts, who saw such a simple defending tactic as a definite threat, and they had sentenced you, thenceforth, to be in solitary confinement in the cellar. Immediately you found yourself terrified. You couldn't go into a cellar-not again. That's the only reason you'd joined the scouts in the first place-to avoid cages. The first night was full of terrifying flashbacks to the underground. Life was rough there, that was common knowledge. What wasn't though, was the growing Rose Gang. They'd had you for too many years, taken from you too many things-too many years and memories. The only thing you'd ever gotten from them was severe PTSD. The minute you were away from the general public and on your way down to the cellar you fought with all your strength. The fight in the underground seemed feeble next to this. Your muscles were pulsing with fear in its purest form. In that moment the commander was replaced with the scientist from the underground, and you were trying to get free. It was a living nightmare, and you were in an absolute primal state. That night they'd somehow drugged you, only adding to your panic. Erwin was long since gone, leaving two unfamiliar faces in charge of you. They were angry and prodding, and everything that you were all-too-familiar with. When morning came, you hadn't slept at all, just sitting in a corner with your knees pulled to your chest, eyes wide with the memories of the torture you heard and endured. Nevertheless, they continued to use it as punishment until one day you gave up fighting their orders, and eventually caved in on yourself. After that, you were told you'd be finishing your 'formal' training with the 104th cadets. You remembered the ride there clearly, on a musty saddle that didn't quite fit your fidgeting horse. You hadn't spoken to anyone you saw, but they all seemed to ignore you anyway. Eventually, you reached your stop-an old castle that was abandoned and completely overgrown. Not long after your arrival, you were met with two familiar faces-Captain Erwin and Corporal Levi. Almost immediately you were sent off to groups to clean the place. You were glad there was someone else out there who had a similar drive for cleanliness.
You were assigned a decent section of the stables along with Jean, Sasha, and Armin.
"Great," Jean starts. "To be honest I'd rather be doing something that's actually productive."
"How exactly is this not productive? We're stuck here for god knows how long..." you quipped. Jean throws you a look.
"I'm just saying, I'd rather be training than doing this." He mumbled.
"I'm sure when we actually start training you won't be saying that." Sasha giggled.
"Hey, um, I don't think we ever got your name in training before," Jean says, turning to face you.
"It's (Y/N)," you answer shortly, trying to finish cleaning the small window.
"Oh, well uh...I'm Jean, this is Armin and Sasha," Jean continues awkwardly.
"Nice to meet you, I guess," you say, trying to help Jean out but not really caring. The four of you fall back into a working silence until you finish, proudly looking around at the sparkling stable. (At least, your side was sparkling).
"Tch, what do you think you're doing, brats?" A man came around the corner with a stoic expression, judging by the way he spoke you could guess he was close to the top of the ranks.
"J-just finishing up here, sir!" Sasha stuttered. You almost laughed.
"You call this clean? Tch, should've guessed." He continued. "Do it again." He declared, walking away. You realized then that that must've been Levi-nobody else would've fit his description. After all, he's the only one next to Ervin that you'd heard of before joining.
"Figured," you muttered, but nobody heard you.
"Back to the drawing board," Sasha whined.
-Two Hours Later-
"Damn, thought we'd never finish that," Jean cursed.
"I'll say," Sasha added.
"If it wasn't for Captain Clean we would've finished hours ago." He muttered.
"Well, at least it's done now, hopefully, they'll switch up who cleans what next time." Armin chips, which earns a groan from the rest of you.
"Kinda hoping there won't be a next time." You added, exhausted. The four of you walked in the mess hall and grabbed a tray of food before heading off, separating from your group and finding your own table.
"Finally," you say, digging into your food. It was rather bland, but seeing that you missed lunch, you didn't particularly care. Halfway through your meal, three people sat in front of you, breaking the peace.
"Mind if we sit here?" A dark-haired boy asks.
"Why not?" You quipped.
"I'm Eren, by the way," he says, putting his hand out in greeting.
"(Y/N)," you say, hoping he introduces the other two.
"This is Mikasa, and that's Armin." He continues. You nod at the both of them in acknowledgment despite knowing one already.
"Nice to meet you. What district are you from?" The group fell silent. A pang of pity hit you there's no other place they could've come from except-
"Shiganshina," Armin whispered, but you heard it. Unfortunately, you too had been there that day...
You'd just gotten out of the underground, so you paid your fare to get to Shiganshina. You'd hoped to find work there, maybe even open up your own shop there.
"Where are you from?" Mikasa asks.
"Trost District." You hated lying but you had to.
Unfortunately, you too soon found yourself running back amongst hundreds of dead villagers and businessmen, hoping you wouldn't be like them, praying you just fall and wake up and it's all be a bad dream, but it wasn't, and all you could think was god that could've been me.
"(Y-y/n)? Are you okay?" Eren asked, looking into your eyes with earnest concern.
"I'm fine, really." You assured, but really you couldn't stop reliving it. You'd barely been free, worked so hard to get there...only to come crawling back to your old life.
"Actually I'm kind of tired, I'll catch up with you later." You said before briskly taking your tray and leaving.
You weren't sure where you were going, but any solitary place would be better than in there.
'What the hell just happened?' You asked yourself as you walked up a hill and into a tree that overlooked the courtyard. Looking around now, with the warm sun setting over the wall, you almost, just for one second, forgot about the Titans, the death of your sister, and your only friend, about your suffering and the ghosts that will forever haunt you.
I guess it wouldn't hurt to just pretend...
So in that moment, the exhaustion of the day got to you, past your insomniatic mind and into your bones. And in that slow sunset, you felt yourself slip away.
-Time Skip~one hour later-
"(Y/N)!" Liza screamed, trying to find you. You could see her, wandering about the ruins of her home, blinded by debris from the wall that had been kicked in. You tried I tell her it was okay, that you were coming to save her and take her somewhere far far away, but you couldn't. You were stuck, unable to move or speak or think, the only thing you could do was try to move. Suddenly you saw it, a titan running full speed-right to Liza . You heard a bell ringing, each time it struck the titan was one second closer to her. You felt yourself begging to move again, maybe you could still save her...
You're jolted awake by the sounding of the bell, calling all cadets to the square. Quickly you made your way down to the block with your fellow soldiers.
"Alright cadets, you'll all choose your own room tonight but be prepared to move tomorrow after your squads are assigned," Ervin instructs before dismissing you to your rooms. Quickly, everyone filed into the housing unit and picked their rooms. You were grateful to see each cadet had their own room, mostly because you were sure you probably wouldn't want to make small talk at this hour. You changed into your nightwear and made your way over to the bed, simply staring at the ceiling before drifting into a temporary slumber.
When you woke up, the moon was just barely in the middle of the sky. Sighing, you open up your window and see there's a makeshift balcony covered by a very low roof. I could probably climb up there... You thought as you opened and climbed out the window. As usual, you were right and easily made it to the top of the roof where you stood, taking in the smooth night air.
"What are you doing up here, brat?" The voice shocks you, but sounds familiar...there's only one person that sounded like that,
"Tch, I thought I asked you something, are you deaf, idiot?"
"I heard you." You answered flatly. The wind blew your (h/l),(h/c) hair lightly, and for a second you forgot about the man behind you.
"I guess that means you've thought of a reason why you're up here then. I'd love to hear it." He deadpanned.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Too bad I asked first." Levi pressed. With a sigh, you answered him again,
"Couldn't sleep. What about you, corporal?" Silence.
You turned your head just enough to see him-charcoal black hair and steely eyes, the moonlight bringing out the blue in them.
"Same here, I guess. Are you homesick or something?" He asks with a slight change in his tone. You scoffed.
"You've gotta have a home to be homesick." You deadpanned.
"You should probably get back to your room, you'll end up getting sick out here this late," Levi mentioned.
"Tch, why would you care?" You questioned.
"Because if you're sick you make a giant mess, that's why." He answered obviously.
"You've got a point I guess." You said, standing up.
"Hey brat," he began, "what's your name?" Levi asked seriously.
"(Y/N) (L/N)." You answered before climbing back into your makeshift balcony and trying to get back to sleep.

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