One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Evidence Needed [Thug! Levi | Reader | Modern AU!]

((Author's note: this is a direct continuation of Evidence Enough, so I suggest you go back and read it first if you don't want to get confused by this because it doesn't sound right as a stand-alone))

"Fucking shit."

And to think that you went grocery shopping half an hour ago.

The two males in front of you fought furiously, one ducked at every punch thrown at him, the other one had the upper hand because he didn't let his opponent rest at all. Three more men lay on the ground unconscious as your small body pressed itself in the corner of the dead-end alley and waited for the end of the fight. The man that had been on the defence until now suddenly pulled a knife out of nowhere and tried to attack the boy in front of him.

Shit, I have to help. The thought ran across your mind as you averted your eyes from the battle. You slowly made your way towards the fighting males, observing how the teenager dodged the knife just barely and the man tried to land a blow to his shoulder. Thankfully it was unsuccessful.

It was dark in the alley and that, added to the fact both males were completely indulged in the battle, supported your conclusion you wouldn't be noticed until it was too late. You grabbed the nearest stone that was big enough to cause damage upon impact and made a few quick steps towards the man with the knife. Unfortunately for both the unarmed teen and yourself, the boy saw you approaching.

His narrow eyes went wide and he attempted not to let the armed man notice you, which resulted in him getting cut across the right shoulder. To the sight of blood, you froze, forgetting what your plan even was, but when the boy's pained orbs met yours you felt a surge of bravery. If Silvania could do it, you could, too. You stepped forward and raised the stone above your hand, letting it land on the man's head with a heavy swing not a moment later.

When the body fell to the ground limply and a thick dark liquid started pooling around his head, the boy looked up at you with surprise. A snort exited his lips not even a second later.

"You've got a good swing." He commented, making your eyes narrow. Didn't he recognise you?

Also, that fucking phrase is like, super familiar.

"Let's get out of here." You stated, dropping the stone to the ground and tugging at the hem of the hoodie you wore, which was coincidentally enough the hoodie he had given you about two months ago. It was awkward because you hadn't considered you'd meet him again and you didn't want to return it (partly because of the fact it smelled like him still and it made you think of Logan every single time you were close to it).

"Wait a second." He called out while moving towards the end of the alley after you, making you turn around to face him. "Princess? Is that you?"

Well, it was about time he caught up. You snorted condescendingly inside your mind.

"Yes, it is me, the girl whose home you crashed at about two months ago." You stated with a roll of your eyes, hoping he wouldn't make any kind of stupid comments like he did last time. They made him more similar to Logan, which was bad for you, and also annoying as hell since everything he'd ever told you was either seductively condescending or outright embarrassing with its rightfulness.

"Your voice isn't hoarse now." You paused and looked at him like you'd given up on life. He just had to say that. Right after you'd begged to the heavens that he didn't make any bold comments.

"No shit, Sherlock." You said mockingly and he huffed in response. His ebony locks were sticking to his forehead and he was holding a hand over the wound on his shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding.