Sorry, Corporal (Levi x Reader)

Chapter 1

{{Hellloooo! :) New story, and yes I am sorry it's another AoT one .. I have a small obsession, but it's fine! :D Hope you enjoy anyways, and tell me what you think <33}}

(f/n) - First Name
(l/n) - Last Name
(h/c) - Hair Colour
(h/l) - Hair Length
(e/c) - Eye Colour

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"M-M-Mama?" You crawl over to the lifeless body of your mother, a pool of blood surrounding her. "Mama? Mama, wake up!" You cry a little, trying to wake her up but she doesn't respond. "Mama... M-mama.." You bury your face in her chest, avoiding the gaping wound in her abdomen where she was stabbed. You sob quietly into her dress, clutching it in one hand and holding your teddy close to you with your other.

After a while, you stop crying, and stare at her face, your eyes puffy and red. "Why mama.." you feel more tears roll down your face, but you wiped these away and cuddled Buttons, your toy monkey.

"Ey! You little shit! You're supposed to be asleep, go o-" My father stopped dead in his tracks, seeing that you'd seen the body. His eyes went dark and he glared. He picks you up by your 'scruff' and throws you roughly into your room. You cry a little more, pain in your legs from where you scraped them on the floor.

"What happened to mama...?" you asked wearily, scared of the answer. He smirked slyly, then grabs your arm and smacks your back. You scream, the pain shooting through your back to the rest of your body.

"Stop being nosy you BRAT!" He spat, tears starting to stream down your face.

"I want mama!" SMACK! You get a hefty hit across your face, leaving a bruise to join the big one on your back. "STOP!" You screech. You realize that was a bad idea once you see his face turn grim. This time you're punched in the gut, causing you to spit out blood. You started screaming and crying, but you're soon silenced as you're thrown into the wall opposite you, and blacked out.

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You gasp, waking up bolt upright, dripping with sweat. "Shit man.." You mutter. You hear your stomach groan, so you look in your food-box, seeing what you have left. You take out a small bit of bread, eating it quickly and standing up, looking out of your smashed window. You live in a small, run down house that was smashed and abandoned. You sleep on a springy, old mattress with a tattered blanket that was falling to pieces, and a ripped, flat-like-a-biscuit pillow to put under your head. Not exactly luxurious, but you don't need a nice ol' fancy place.

You look to your right to see your little brother curled into a ball sleeping peacefully, and sigh. "I'll keep my promise.. I'll keep you safe." You whisper softly, turning around. You walk outside, your (h/l), (h/c) hair falling over your face as you gaze at the moonlit sky. You close your eyes and drop your head.

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You stuff some clothes, a few knives and a letter into your bag before zipping it up. You pull on a black hoody over your navy tank top. Pulling on your black ankle boots, you slip out the door unseen and unheard, closing it carefully and quietly. As soon as you're out the door, you feel free. You start running down the street, heading for the underground knowing you'd be safe and hidden there.

'Wait.'

You dash into a dark alleyway and pull down your hood, ripping open the envelope containing the letter.

'Dear (f/n),

If you're reading this then you must've not long turned 15, so late happy birthday sweetie.

Sorry if you saw my body, I didn't want you to see that.. Although Derrick could've done a better job at hiding it, am I right? Heh...

I need you to do something for me. You have a little brother, Riley. He lives with your grandfather, who lives in Trost District. You'll recognize the house once you see it..

I need you to take him from Grandpa's care, and raise him. Make sure not to let him anywhere near your father... You can probably guess why.

Oh, and I never told your father I was pregnant with him, because it was after he started showing his.. More abusive side, and it was too late to save you from it, so I thought I could at least spare Riley the torture. That's why you've never met him.

Please, keep him safe... Promise me, promise me you'll keep him safe, (f/n), yourself too.

I miss you, and I love you. I will always be with you, even if you can't see me. Give Riley a good upbringing too for me sweetie, and best of luck <3

Love mum xxx'

You don't realize you've started crying until you see the parchment get splattered with your tears. You trace your fingers gently over the letter, whispering his name. "Riley.."

You stuff the letter back in your bag and pull up your hood, running like mad to Trost District. You were determined to find Grandpa and Riley. But wait.. 'You'll recognize the house once you see it..' It must be something pretty obvious.. Or obviously discrete? You shake your head, focused on running forward as fast as you can to Trost.

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"Grandpa!" You scream, running into his arms as he opens the door, ushering you inside. He chuckles heartily, showing you to the lounge. Your mum was right, you would recognize it. It was obviously discrete, like you thought.

And this was the moment you couldn't forget, and you never have. From the smaller bedroom, a dark-brown haired boy, probably not older than 11, emerged from the doorway and stepped in front of you, his (e/c) eyes glinting in the evening sun.

"Riley.."

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