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she’s a lady

chapter 1

levi ackerman x fem!reader

note: this is just a filler. an introduction, if you will so you can skip ahead if you’d like to get straight to the levi action hehe

(edited by @crazyforcococaine)

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I never put much thought into anything other than when my next meal was going to be. I also always worried about what quiet, cold alleyway I would have to hide in next, to sleep, away from the prying eyes of perverse drunk men, searching for their next prey and desperate women looking for ways to get enough money to travel up to the surface.

Although, I wasn’t very strong, I made up for that with speed. I was small, and light on my feet.

A gift, one would say, but it had its’ disadvantages.

Especially, down here, where everyone took one look at me and deemed me weak. It was satisfying to prove them wrong, but it was so constant, that I would grow tired. Sometimes, letting my guard down, and suffering the consequences.

I was but a child.

A reckless, lonely, misguided little girl. I shouldn’t have had to have been so strong at that age. What I needed was my family.

My father to teach me how to defend myself against those who dared mistreat me, and to protect me when I couldn’t do so myself.

My mother to show me the care and affection every kid my age needed, with her arms wrapped around my petite frame, shushing me to sleep after dinner.

Unfortunately, I’d never met either. As far as I knew, I was alone. I had no one but myself in this disgusting place I called home.

I eventually gained enough courage to start taking jobs to give myself a sense of purpose. I knew I couldn’t just sit, and wait for maggots and rats to eat away at my rotting, limp body.

I also couldn’t find it in myself to confide in anyone else here, so finding solo jobs was always difficult. I was afraid of the greedy bastards from this dark void stealing from me, taking my cut, selling me out, or doing whatever they could do to somehow throw me under the bus.

Over the years, I taught myself how to use knives, and was trained hand to hand combat by some of the women from a brothel I once slept behind. Of course, having been a naive kid, I had no idea what the place was and what type of nightmare that place was for them. Our meeting was sorta awkward, but they’d saved my life, even if I hadn’t known it at the time.

The women who trained me, found me, shivering behind a dumpster, confused just as a group of men had seen me. They managed to convince them I had diseases they surely didn’t want anything to do with.

I hadn’t understood what had been happening that night until I became of the age they thought was appropriate to teach me about sex, and such. And though, they didn’t go into detail about the type of work they did, I eventually put two and two together and no longer wondered how they knew how to fight so well, and the reasoning behind them being so persistent to teach me self defense became crystal clear.

With the horror and abuse they were put through every day, they were forced to learn how to defend themselves. It made me furious, the way they were treated like nothing more than objects, a toy for some mindless imbecile to use before tossing it away when he got bored.

Enraged, I offered to help sneak them out, somehow get them to safety, and as far away from this life as I possibly could, but every time, they’d brush me off, making me suck my teeth in annoyance. They never took me serious. I could help, I could get us all out of here if they’d let me do jobs more consistently.

At times, I would catch Gladiss, a brunette with blue eyes, mumbling to Yuna, the eldest of the group of women with short ginger hair and green eyes, about how much I reminded her of someone. They’d giggle to themselves about how much we would most likely clash heads, constantly in each other’s faces. Something about me being messy and him being some sort of clean freak, I never caught much.

They never specifically mentioned a name but from what I’d gathered, it was just some fool who’d gotten himself caught by the Military Police or something. The son of another woman they’d managed to befriend in this terrible work place, who sadly, I didn’t get the privilege of meeting. May her soul rest in peace.

From the way the group of women spoke of her, she seemed like a lovely lady, making me wish I’d slept behind that dumpster years earlier while she was still with us. Though, I am kind of glad she’s no longer suffering the pain this specific brothel brought her, it is difficult to swallow the fact that her son had to witness everything she’d been put through at the hands of all these bastards.

I felt for the man, and wherever he was, I’d always hoped they both rested in peace, living a quiet and happy life somewhere away from all this filth and corruption. If anyone deserved to get out of this place, and get a life, it was them.

“Petunia? Petu~nia?” A sun kissed hand with long, delicate fingers waved in front of my face as I stood in thought, my stance stiffening as I loudly inhaled. I refocused my eyesight and pushed up my glasses so they sat comfortably once again at the top of my nose, seeing Janeth, a blonde with two different colored eyes; one hazel, and the other a perfect silver, give me a small smile.

“...” I arched an eyebrow at her, and wondered how long she’d been calling out for me. Had I been lost in my own head again? I cursed at myself, hoping they weren’t talking to me about something serious.

She let out a breathy laugh, noticing my questioning, slightly panicked expression and motioned to Selene and Yuna going against one another, training.

Right. We’d been practicing and perfecting new moves that Yuna and Gladiss have been working on for weeks now.

“Sorry...I didn’t-“ I began, sighing after clearing my throat, my voice raspy after having not spoken for awhile, while I was stuck in my own train of thought, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I stopped myself before I could give away why I hadn’t slept a healthy amount yesterday, after realizing the hours long lecture they’d give me.

My head was throbbing, and I knew my legs were marked purple and blue from the job I’d so carelessly taken after a few drinks at Ralph’s Pub.

“I can see, ya know? Your eye bags have somehow gotten worse. Yuna also noticed and told us to start checking up on you more when you get home. We’re all worried for you, Nee.” Janeth confessed, frowning when I shook my head, waving my hand as if to say everything was fine, ignoring the fact that she called me by the nickname she knew I hated. Now wasn’t the time for that.

“It’s just the cold. The windows have started to come loosely opened again, by a small bit, but it’s enough to bother me from my sleep.” I tried to reassure her, not technically lying, but also not giving her the entire picture of what’d really been going on almost every night for the last few weeks.

They could never be angry with me, knowing and understanding it’s what had to be done to survive down in this dump but they’d definitely be disappointed in me for not being honest and open about how I’d been struggling to make ends meet lately, having been telling me since I was small, they’d always be there to help me in anyway possible.

Unfortunately, for them, I was stubborn. Very stubborn. So I suffered in silence, as to not disturb anyone. I couldn’t be more of a bother on this little group I’d learned to call my family, even more than I already have been for years.

I was twenty two for fuck’s sake. A grown woman. I needed to take action and responsibility for my own life. I couldn’t risk becoming so dependent on the three women, and never knowing how to do anything for myself if I were to ever be alone again. I wanted to be able to survive and thrive on my own; and that was a swear to myself, and the two who birthed me but failed to raise me. I’ll show them. I’ll show them all.

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crazyforcococaine · 2 years

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take care of me

chapter 1

jean kirschtein x fem!reader

(edited by @crazyforcococaine)

Chapter 2 Coming Soon

The gunshot rang through my ears and I flinched, my hand flying to my ears as I glanced at my father, his horrified and pained gaze stuck on the giant gaping hole in his hand. I gasped and to muffle the scream I almost let slip, I covered my mouth and instead, gagged as I looked down, noticing a chunk of meat resting right atop my boot. I tightly closed my eyes and blindly clutched onto Jean.

Jean had been assigned as my bodyguard when I got here, and although we had first clashed heads because of how flirtatious he was, he’d grown on me with his better attributes. His determination to help others, his leadership skills, his way of knowing exactly what to say and when to say it. His lips, his hair. The way his hands held onto my waist just now, making me fee the safest I’d ever been since Eren began the Rumbling.

“Stop, Floch! Don’t shoot him!”

Jean’s distressed voice brought me out of my train of thought and I looked up at him, distracted with the way his chest vibrated against my cheek, his heartbeat stopping for a split second when we made eye contact. He glanced down at my shaking figure one last second and pulled me behind him slightly as Floch eyed me, glaring at me up and down like he disapproved of me being here. As if my presence, was enough to make him want to shoot me the way he did my father.

“Relax, Jean. I’m helping him understand. Maybe Y/N also needs some help understa-“ Floch’s dazed voice was cut off by the man I was still clutching onto for dear life, literally. My life was at stake, I think. Floch was pretty unstable at the moment, and there was no telling what he’d try to do next.

“Bastard! Don’t even look at her! You hear me? Quit acting like a psychotic asshole!” Jean tensed as Floch’s stare shifted back towards me, becoming colder. He grit his teeth and the grip on his gun tightened. He lifted it up and kept it trained on my father, as he spoke, still looking dead into my eyes. I shivered, silently thanking Jean and his tall handsome figure for hiding my shaky knees.

“He couldn’t grasp the situation, but I think he does now. Now everyone knows what happens if you decide to mouth off.” Floch finished, pointing his gun at the ceiling as he gazed down at my father again. He was insane. What was going on through his head?

I didn’t care, I’d decided, as my father’s whimper of pain grabbed my attention. I gulped as he stared up at me, tears in both our eyes. I searched for Jean’s hand, keeping my eyes on my father and I held it when I felt my pinky graze his. Interlocking our fingers, I bit my lip to keep from comforting my father out loud, from promising him that I’d get him, us home safe, back to my mother and my siblings.

“Hey, who elected you to act like king of this place?” Jean’s voice was low, as if trying to speak a a wild animal he’d been hoping to tame. It would never work, I knew people like Floch. They never recover from doing something like this, if anything, they get worse.

“Please, stop antagonizing him.” My voice was so small, I almost thought he didn’t hear me until he gently waved a hand, signaling me to please keep quiet as he tried his best to keep Floch in line, as to not hurt anyone else.

“I’m glad you asked, Jean.” Floch spit out the tall man’s name with such venom, one would think he’d be some talking snake and from everything Jean had filled me in on earlier today, he might as well be. He threw away the sole purpose of the Survey Corps just to appease Eren, his admiration for Eren and his plan for the apocalypse was enough to make him go crazy. I almost felt sorry for him. Floch was nobody without Eren Yeager and I think he knew that as he spoke up to everyone in the room.

“Listen up, everyone! Ten months ago, Eren told me his plan: His plan to use Zeke and gain control of the Founder!”

“What?” Jean’s body shifted in what I’m assuming was surprise and I tenderly squeezed his hand, giving him a faint smile with a slight raise of my brows as if to ask if he was okay, and he froze, his eyes searching for something in my own. For what, I had no idea but if he found what he wanted, he didn’t show it as he slowly gave me a small smirk, delicately squeezing my hand back.

We’d be okay. Right?

“I gathered comrades, aided Eren, and today, his plan was fulfilled! You Volunteers lost both your leader and the military who had your backs!” Floch’s arms were raised in a way that seemed like he thought what he was saying was fantastic news and we should all be celebrating, but we all thought otherwise. He was telling us our people outside the island were going to die. The air in the room felt thick, and I could feel myself begin to sweat underneath my clothes.

I turned to look up at Jean to see if he was any better than myself, only to see his smirk had quickly faded into a look of distaste and shock for his former fellow soldier. They might not have been friends but I’m assuming it was a different type of pain, seeing someone you once fought for freedom beside, now fighting for the mass murder of innocents.

“Are you okay?” I whispered to Jean as he was looking into space, still stunned, I think. His hand, his soft hand, squeezed mine back in reassurance and I sighed to myself in relief. I only accompanied my father here because I wanted to see the horses. On my homeland, we didn’t have any, and this had been exciting for me. Exploring a new land with my father, finally.

I hadn’t been expecting some deranged ginger wanting to please his master, to take that from me. It angered me.

“And soon, you’ll lose your homelands! They’ll be reduced to giant footprints! You lost the reason you came here— the dream of reviving your homelands!” Floch continued his speech and I froze, my hand going limp in Jean’s hold, but he held it tight, so as I wouldn’t let go.

It finally hit me. His harsh tone, making me realize this was real. Eren Yeager wasn’t going to stop for anything. He was fixed on killing everyone.

My mother, my— my siblings. My friends. They were all going to die. I would never see my mother’s smile as I cringed at her attempt to joke; She’d made a corny joke that only people her age would laugh at. My siblings, I would never get to bully and be bullied, snitch and be snitched on. I was never going to sit at the dinner table and demand to know about everyone’s day. I was never going to sleep over at F/N’s again and draw on their face before they woke in the morning. We couldn’t laugh about it at breakfast as they proudly wore my drawings ever again. I really was going to lose them to the Rumbling.

“Even so, if there are any among you who will aid our Eldian Empire, speak up! We will welcome you as fellow Eldians!” Floch’s long speech was beginning to irritate me, and I could see my father gritting his teeth, hatred in his eyes as he looked at the bandaged up Yeagerist. He was going to say something. Hell, I wanted to say something but I could feel it, I knew it couldn’t end well with that gun still in that sociopaths’ hand.

“Father—“ I went to shut him up but he cut me off himself. Oh, no.

“Screw you, asshole! I’ll be bead before my daughter and I bow—!”

“Pay your respects!”

Another gunshot rang through my ears again.

And another. And another.

“His pride as a Volunteer wouldn’t let him live in submission. But is pride worth dying for? What’s so wrong with submission? Isn’t it much better than dying like this?” Floch sounded so far away, and honestly, I could care less what he was saying at this point. Nothing else mattered as I looked down.

I stared at my father’s dead body. Jean’s hand was stretched out as the other was on the back of my head, keeping it buried in his chest, trying to keep me from looking with a soft ‘Don’t look, baby.’ but I couldn’t rip my eyes away from my father and the pool of blood underneath him. I would’ve flushed at Jean’s english term of endearment if it weren’t for the fact that I felt numb, and somehow, at the same time, felt everything at once.

“Take some time to think,” Floch gave everyone in the room a giant, close eyed grin, giving a small bow before his face fell as quick as it was a sick joyous, “Lock ‘em up.”

“Yes, Sir!” A pathetic Yeagerist complied Floch’s order and I grew angrier. How dare they? How dare they think they can play Destiny and decide who got to live or die? Why did my father have to die? He didn’t have to KILL him.

I let out an indignant scream, tears leaving angry streams down my S/C skin as I pushed myself Jean away, falling to my knees at my father’s side. I cried out, seeing slabs and lumps of brain matter on the ground, by the top of the staircase. The smell of iron hit my nose, and I snapped, looking up at Floch, I lunged at him.

“I’ll kill you!” I didn’t sound like myself. I had spit streaming down my chin as tears clouded my vision and I knew I looked more insane than he did, but I was grabbed at the arms by Floch’s obedient puppies, and forced to my knees with a kick to my stomach. I yelped and curled into myself as best I could with my arms being restrained.

“Hey! Don’t you touch her— Hey! Let her go, Floch! That’s enough!” Jean’s angry voice came from behind me, but they must’ve stopped him from reaching out to me as I heard him grunting, growling at someone as clothes rustled.

“Why? You didn’t have to shoot. You— You didn’t have to kill him! I have nobody because of you!” My eyes were closed tightly as tears continued to stream down my face. My hands clenching and unclenching as I struggled, feral.

My chest felt tight, my heart weighing tons as I remembered how proud my father had been of me, having agreed to come with him on his journeys outside our home. Adventurous little one, he’d said to me on the passage here, now your mother must deal with two of us. I’d just smiled at him, thrilled to travel the world with him.

Now, he was gone. Just like that.

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