Author's note
Hi readers, I'm Laurelle! Some notes before we start.
- This is my first fanfic ever and I'm writing it as a sort of exercise to express my creativity and practice my English, which is not my first language. So be gentle with me guys, but any constructive criticism about grammar or anything related to the language is more than welcome. Please, tell me when I'm wrong and correct me.
- I do not own Attack on Titan and its characters, or any of the fan-art I'll use. I'll insert the author's name in the notes. I found the current cover on Pinterest, I think it is by "Ninig's art" as you can read on the picture.
- The story is highly inspired by The Birth Of Levi/No Regrets and takes place after its events.
- As you've already read, this story is a Levi x OC, however, feel free to replace the main character with yourself if you want to.
- The story will contain heavy issues, such as past trauma, death, strong language, and sexual content. So, you minor, I see you, go somewhere else. Love you, be safe.
- This story is also available on Ao3 and Tumblr. You can find me there as laurelleghuleh.
- After the Prologue, you'll find the characters' specifications. Levi won't have his own chart, since he is basically the original aot character, but taller (like 5'8). Or you could just imagine Daphne/You being slightly smaller than him, just a few centimeters.
Prologue
Pungent. The smell of the underground has always had something in it so pungent, a smell of dirt, decomposition, and death. You couldn't just avoid it: it would have followed you anywhere, anytime.
And yet, for a brief second, you could have run away from it. During my usual wondering around the underground capital, thanks to some 3D maneuver gear I had bought at the black market, I've once made it to a secret spot where you could at least feel a light breeze of wind, savor a tiny slice of sky, and dream a little dream of freedom.
Nothing more was allowed in the Underground: dreaming was somehow impossible and all that smell has always been keeping me from even thinking straightforward.
The stink was even worst anytime I felt it coming from myself: the blood on my hands from the lifeless body of a victim, the dirty money getting silently into my pocket, the crying from the scene of my last crime... sometimes, all of that was just too much even for me, even for the greatest scoundrel of the Underground. On top of that, I was the villain of my own story.
Three years ago, I escaped from a brothel thanks to – let's say – a benefactor and since than I dedicated my whole life to save my sisters, still held there. In particular one of them, Abigail, my real sister – for what I can remember, we both got there together from the orphanage. I stole money, made allies – and enemies too -, I did anything in order to gain money and passes for us all. But it was never enough. Nobles used to make fun of the poor people, constantly raising the price to get on the surface, to get a pass and the needed documents.
At that point I was hopeless and my crimes became even more feral than before.
One night, one of my fellows told me that someone very powerful had highly requested to talk to me about a serious matter. I agreed: a new client.
"Trust me, with this you'll get the biggest bang for the buck," said the hooded man.
"I'm listening"
"Four targets, up there, on the surface. Four targets for a lot of gold, four passes and a safe place to live"
"You talk shit. Who do you want me to kill? The king?"
"Kid, I don't have much time. Four targets, are you in?"
"Start calling the funeral home"
Four targets from the Survey Corps, four names, four faces: Erwin, Levi, Isabel, and Farlan.
Them for us, them for our freedom. Four passes won't be enough, but I'll pay. I'll pay for the other tickets with the gold. Ok. That's good. I'll make it. This time I'll make it work.
Characters
OC (or Y/N if you prefer). Note: she is 24 when the story begins, but 21 when she escaped from the brothel.
The "sisters"
Others