Live➡Levi x Reader

The job

5 years

It had been 5 years since you had seen Levi, after he was captured by the Survey Corps and forced to join. You yourself had no idea what had happened to him, Isabel or Farlarn. The day they had been captured, you had caught a cold from the form the horrible conditions you all lived in in the underground city, the failed strike to live without fear of the titans finding us. So while you was sick Levi wouldn’t let you participate in this job, which still haunts you, that you couldn’t help them that day.

But that didn’t stop you from continuing in your line of work.

You still and to get money somehow, and going back to the streets wasn’t what you wanted to do, there were still some people from the group who could use manuvor gear, like you could. You still got jobs, but smaller which seemed to go un-noticed by most of the higher ups, but you had taken a couple of quite large jobs, but that came with a couple of close calls.

But ever since they were captured, you had shut off your emotions, not wanting anything to happen to you again, and let your heart break. See the thing is, you had a crush on the leader of your group, the perfect, cruel, yet handsome Levi Ackerman. Of course you hadn’t had a chance to tell him yet, and you never thought you would ever get the chance to tell him neither, everyone knew he wasn’t one for relationships, and if he was he could have anyone he wanted. 

Your (H/C) hair you hadn’t cut, it was down to your feet, but you always kept it up. Your (E/C) eyes were more of a mask than anything else, hiding your true feelings from the world, it was only a cold glare to people who passed you by. You had gotten slimmer, not bothering to eat much as you worked yourself to the bone trying to become a better worker so you could support the others in the group, others said you were trying to replace Levi, and left. But there were a couple who stayed, wanting to continue getting money, not really caring if the three natural leaders of the group were now gone and probably never coming back.

You sat in the small house you used to share with them, cleaning your manuvor gear as you had just finished one of your smaller jobs. You had just finishing splitting up all of the money between everyone, and all of them had left back to their own placed leaving you alone in silence, something you had now grown used to.

You heard a knock on the door, causing you to stand from your wooden chair, and slowly reach for the pocket knife which you kept in your left boot. Your cold (E/C) eyes fixated on the door as your body slowly moved toward the door cautiously. As you reached the door, you held the knife close to your side in case you need to use it. You opened the door, knife at the ready as a hooded figure stood in the door way.

“Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?” The man asked in a gruff voice, not peering up from under the cloak as you gave him a long hard stare, leaning against the door frame but you still had your pocket knife at the ready in case something happened.

“What’s it to you?” You snapped in a monotone voice, your arms crossed across your chest as you continued to watch the suspicious man. You had never seen this man before, maybe he had some work for you? The only thing you cared about these days was the money, you were saving up to get up and out so you could also get a citizenship, but you always had to give the people you worked with money, and they didn’t like it when you skipped out on them, you could hold your end against them but they were stronger then you.