Don't Die - Levi x Reader {Book 1}

Chapter 1

"Oi, (Y/N)! Wake up!"

(Y/N) groaned as she rolled over, covering her head with her pillow and shoving her face even further into her sheets.

"(Y/N), come on! Of all the days to be late this is not the one!"

(Y/N) felt the blankets ripped off her body, leaving her shivering in her shorts and tank top.

"Tika!" (Y/N) squealed her roommate's name.

(Y/N)'s dark-haired friend giggled a bit as (Y/N) stood up swiftly.

"Oh come on, you'll thank me later. The Hawk would totally whoop your ass if you were late to the Choosing Ceremony."

(Y/N) glanced at the clock and realized that she was running nearly 30 minutes behind schedule.

"Eep! I'm late!"

Tika let out a laugh.

"That's what I just said, sleepyhead."

The Hawk really was going to whoop her.

The Hawk was the nickname that the cadets had given the Training Commander. He was always watching with those beady eyes. It was creepy.

But that didn't matter anymore. Today, everything would change. Today was the Choosing Ceremony. And today, the trainees would choose their future.

(Y/N) pulled on her uniform in just a few minutes and then found her way over to the bathroom. Just one glance and she groaned loudly. Her (H/C) strands were a mess, sticking out in different directions and clumping together.

She hastily ran her brush through her (H/C) locks and let them hang loose. Most days she would pull her hair back for training, but that didn't matter today.

(Y/N) splashed her face with a bit of cold water and dried off with a towel.

Taking one last look in the mirror, she slapped her cheeks and let out a nervous breath.

"(Y/N)! Hurry up! we're really going to be late!"

"Coming!" (Y/N) dragged her eyes away from her reflection and sped out of the bathroom, throwing on her uniform jacket as she ran out the door.

Tika followed closely behind, trying to keep pace with (Y/N)'s quick strides. (Y/N) may have been short, but that never stopped her from being faster. Or stronger. Or better at just about everything.

It was the general consensus in the Cadet Corps that (Y/N) was not to be messed with. She was easily the strongest and most deadly of the group and it was smart to avoid angering her. Though (Y/N) never seemed to get angry. She was always upbeat and bubbly, helping others whenever the opportunity presented itself. Her dark side only seemed to be revealed when she was questioned about her past.

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One time, a boy named Hans had pressured (Y/N) to reveal her history after their first hand-to-hand combat training day. (Y/N) had taken down every opponent that had dared to face her in just a matter of seconds. Her fellow cadets had been astounded at her strength and efficiency. How could someone so small be so ferocious?

Hans had approached her in the mess hall at dinner. A wide grin had been spread across (Y/N)'s face as she ate, conversing easily and happily with everyone at her table.

"Oh, hi Hans." Tika had spotted him slinking towards the table out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh, erm..." Hans cleared his throat. "Mind if I join you?"