Levi Ackerman Oneshots (Levi x Reader) [Completed]

° Cowboys 'n Their Guns (Levi x Reader)

I simp so hard for cowboy Levi oh my lawd. this should be good, I'm from south! also we're nearly to 1k :)
!! dont assosate being a cowboy with bigotry! levi is definitely a progressive cowboy <3 - kay
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Dust and dirt built high on my boots from the wretched weather. Sand storms blowing like crazy, arising from no where, killing travelers along the way.
The brothel looked more than appealing at this time of night. The lights were low, patrons few, and a beautiful melody was outlasted from the piano by the bar tenders old father.

My getup was tight, the bandages concealing my chest were restricting breathin'. I needed it though.

For my job, I am a handler. I deal cards out to men, and occasionally women, to play black jack or poker with.
To be a handler you must be a man, though, and that I am not. It crushed my heart finding this out. My dad had been a famous poker player- reaching the ears of even the natives.

After his death I took well to handling and dishing the cards. Now, I work in a shitty brothel out in flat nowhere.
I began shuffling the deck thoroughly, waiting for more patrons. At this time of night no one came by really; only old men looking for a drink and one of our finest hookers.

Sitting the cards down, I sighed. Men would never dare look at me twice in this moment. To them, I was a young boy, stout and ready to start life.
Under the chest bandages, hat, and button up, though, was a twenty five year old woman. Sure, I'm not the prettiest. Lord knows no man wants a woman who takes her liquor like a forty-five year old man.

As deep as I was in thought, the doors slamming open pulled me out of it. Once my eyes met, though, they would never pull away.
A younger man in all black, beautiful spur boots that looked of the finest leather. They were tattered and dirty from the sand. Leather coat, and a button up with three buttons done from the top down.

My heart raced, I wanted to swoon over him, but that would look odd seeing how I'm currently a young man.

I watched the lonesome stranger make his way over to the bar, ordering what looked to be aged whiskey. He definitely had money.
His figure swayed easily over to me, slamming the glass down onto my table and looking up at me in grimace. Oh, lord. He was handsome.

The doors slammed open once more, another man who looked a little younger than him running through.
He was obviously clumsy, seein' how he swung himself around like a raccoon on a bandwagon.

"What can I do you for?" My southern tinge ran out of my lips, embarrassingly enough. The man, now with a young boy, slammed down twenty dollars.
"Hit me." His voice was rich and deep, sending chills up my spine.

"Alright! And, for you sir?" I attempted to make my voice deep, seein' how these men didn't look kind.
"Oh! Sorry! I'm okay. Names Hange." His hand shot out to mine, voice sounding much lighter than a boy.

I shook it, quickly dealing a set down to the man. "This is Levi!" They nudged him. Levi rolled his eyes and shot them back up to my own. "Hit me again."
I laid down one more card, eyes following to the prominent gun hanging off of his leather belt.

"Damn. Lucked out." He slammed the cards back down on the table, pushing them to me. I gladly took them, shuffling them back.
Levi stood along with Hange, walking back over to the bar and sitting down. I didn't mind, though, my shift was coming to an end.

I waltzed over to the back room, where I would undress and put my dress back on, slipping out as one of the ladies that worked upstairs.
While undressing, I watched the marks in my skin, pink and angry. It was sore. Usually I could get a break, but Fridays are busy, and there was no room for one.

"Looks like it hurts, huh boy?" That same rich, deep voice from earlier shot out from behind me. There stood the taller figure, Levi.
"You scared me out of my whitts! What're you doin', fool!" Goosebumps raised on my arms, chillin' down my sides from the open wind of the door.

He chucked a bit, sitting down in the wooden chair and closing the door behind him.
"I'm no fool, ma'am. I recognize a pretty lady when I see one." This made my face flush red, attempting to keep my chest covered with my hands.

"W-Well, you figured me out, then. I'm a woman, happy? Now get, pervert." I tried to sound buff, manly-ish as I did on the job to drive him away.
Levi only lit a cigarette, taking a long drag and blowing in my direction. "You've got a nice rack for a he-she." He poked fun, kicking one leg over the other.

I only rolled my eyes, turning the other way and slipping on the dress I wore daily. The ends were a bit tattered, but as far as I was worried, it was a gorgeous dress my dad had gotten for me.
Sure, the crimson shade was a lewd color, but everyone 'round here knew my name.

"I'm not a 'he-she', I'm a grown ass woman, sir." My words spat, turning back around. His eyes were nearly hungry on me, making me back up a little.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to sexually assault you. If that's what you were'a thinkin'," His accent was thick, he must be from the west.

As I paid closer attention to his getup, I noticed Native and Hispanic influence all around. Beautiful sewed in patches from both cultures. A man of travels as well.
"Then what're you here for, cowboy?"

He smiled, now opening his legs and sitting spread-eagle, broad arms over the back of the seat.
"Well, you just peaked my interest, that's all. I wanted to know if you were interested in traveling with me n' my partner." God, his voice was so deep and full, it made me want to melt.

"Partner?" I asked, lacing the knee-high boots up. He nodded, looking down at my feet. "They travel with me, that's all. Don't go assumin', darlin'." This man made my face more red than ever.
"They let women deal out n' New York, I could take you there. That's where I'm headin' to."

Truly, I had nothing to lose here. No family, no real home. Only this job, which I couldn't even be myself at.
"Sure, why not." God, if I've ever seen a smirk, or a smolder, the one he flashed nearly made me weak.

"Let's get'a goin' then." He stood up, heavy feet and spurs clanking as we walked out. The man with the eye patch whom he had came in with stood up, waving at me.
"Got her?" They asked, flashing a cute smile to me.
"Got her."