Ackerman’s Sister || Chapter 5

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Sister Reader (strictly platonic), Erwin Smith x Reader

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CHAPTER FIVE: UNDERGROUND BIRDS

The sound of mechanical whirring bounces off the cave walls in a crisp echo citizens below have no doubt become annoyed with at this point. The high pitched screeching of wires demands their attention to the dark shadows above just in time to catch the four blurs fly by. They make it look effortless; racing through the air with perfect grace and balance while weaving between stalactites with cloaks that flap behind them like wings. It’s no wonder that they’ve become the closest thing the Underground has to birds.

“Heads up everyone! We’re being followed!” Pivoting enough to catch a good look at their new tail, the blond of the group alerts the others of its presentence which is nothing alarming, in fact, he shows more annoyance that worry or even surprise,“ not too many today! Just the four it looks like!”

“Hmph. Those poor dumbasses just don’t learn, do they?” The redheaded girl smirks while looking coolly over her shoulder, however, her demeanor completely washes away with the glow of childish joy in her eyes,“ wasn’t that really cool what I just said, Levi?!”

“Keep your eyes forward unless you want to run into something, idiot!” Levi only spares a quick glance at the young girl who frowns in disappointment, but that isn’t much of his concern at the moment. Instead, his eyes return forward, setting on you for direction which he knows you’ll provide; you always do in these situations.

“It doesn’t matter if there’s only four of them! We can’t risk leading anyone back home! Just follow me!” Without ever looking back to the others, you readjust your grip on your handles then dive straight towards the ground at what most would consider an alarming speed. As you get closer to the stone street, you send grapples into a small bridge ahead before pulling back on the bottom trigger to propel yourself forward, narrowly missing several unsuspecting civilians on the way.

Finally checking behind yourself, you’re pleased to see Levi flawlessly copy the move without a single crack to his bored expression, Furlan and Isabella following in suit with the latter’s laughter filling the air along with the curses of the people below who had been left in your group’s dust, or better put gas.

“WOOHOO! THAT WAS SO COOL, BIG SIS!” Usually, you’d send Isabella a smile in return for her enthusiasm, however, when you once again turn backwards, you notice the four soldiers still following behind, not to mention they’re gaining.

“You’ve got that ‘look’ on your face. You gonna share with the class or what?”

You’re nibbling on your lip, a habit Levi loves to give you crap for even in moments like this and, while it normally annoys you, you might not have the time to match your brother’s smartass behavior today,“ I don’t think those guys are with the Military Police. No MP gives enough of a damn about their job to put this much effort into chasing us nor do I think they’d be skilled enough to pull off a move like that.”

Your brother raises an eyebrow,“ do you think-”

“-I’ll check,” you then call back to Furlan and Isabella,“ double back at the next pillar!”

They nod and the four of you rise higher into the air. Upon approaching a giant stone pillar, you latch your grapples into it at the last minute while in near sync with each other and use the force to swing yourselves back around the other side. While doing so, you maneuver yourself in the air to pry at your oddly determined pursuers. For that split second, you unintentionally meet the eyes of one of the men, his amused smirk managing to piss you off even more than the fact that all four perfectly mimic the same move around the pillar.

“DAMN, THEY’RE GOOD!” Isabella exclaims before spotting the dim looks on both you and Levi’s faces which leads her to change her own,“ I mean- They’re kinda shit, aren’t they?”

“I never thought the Survey Corps of all people would come after us,” you comment with a missable hint of apprehension, earning the attention of Furlan and Isabella.

“The Survey Corps? You’re sure?”

“Positive. They have the Wings of Freedom symbol on their cloaks.”

“They’re not going to be easy to lose,” Levi warns, but Isabella unsurprisingly sees no issue with the given situation.

“They ain’t shit against us though! We can totally take 'em, can’t we, big sis?!”

“If we get caught, they’ll take our gear away which will be a pain in the ass- and that’s if we don’t get punishment!” Furlan inputs, running a hand through his ruffled hair in irritation.

“Then don’t get caught.”

He rolls his eyes at Levi’s 'advice’,“ gee thanks. You’re a real help there, buddy-”

“-It’s a waste of time sitting here worrying about them. There’s four of them and four of us; we’re evenly matched. Isa, you’re going right and Furlan, you’re going left. Don’t do anything too fancy; just enough to confuse them. Once you’re sure you’ve lost them, hide out somewhere. We’ll all meet up together at the tavern two blocks down from the house to make sure we’re not being followed back.”

“Yes, ma'am!”

“If you say so.”

Isabella smiles brightly while Furlan seems a bit unconvinced, but doesn’t voice any objections. The two follow your orders, splitting off in their assigned directions while you and Levi continue straight for a little further. It’s silent until you finally break it.

“Levi.”

“Hmm?”

“We’re coming up on another pillar. We’ll each double around it at different ends then split off behind-”

“-Not a chance-” He wastes no time narrowing his eyes.

“-Don’t argue with me. I’ll be fine on my own and I’m trusting you to be, too- so long as you don’t make me regret it,” he looks to you, hating that softness in your eyes that begs him to trust you. How is it that he’s a grown-ass adult yet his heart still desires his big sister’s validation?

“Only if you don’t go running into any more walls,” he redirects his eyes stubbornly, although, he can’t fight the smirk when you chuckle warmly.

“Hey now, it was only the one time,” turning to face backwards, the two of you get a good look at the soldiers following you. Seeing that only two remain with the others having split off to pursue your friends, it seems your plan is already working,“ ready to give these guys a run for their money, bro?”

“Like it’ll even be hard for us, sis.”

Giving each other a nod, you double back around the next pillar at opposite corners. With a smile, you meet Levi’s eyes when coming around the backside before pulling the bottom trigger again which picks up your speed. The cold air against your skin makes your cheeks turn red which doesn’t get much better when going so fast nor does it help the slight burning in your eyes. Nevertheless, you peek over your shoulder to check if the plan’s still working, confirming that such is the case once spotting one of the soldiers on your trail.

’Would you look at that? I got my first choice, too. Lucky me,’ you smirk to yourself when seeing it’s the same man from before,’ let’s see how good the Survey Corps really is then.’

Diving downwards, you let off the gas and allow yourself to fall into the alley between two houses before grappling to one of the sides. Zipping forward then around two corners, you notice the man is still close behind much to your annoyance, although, you don’t let it get to yourself too much seeing that you’ve barely begun.

You begin to slow down with each turn which allows the man to get even closer. Upon reaching a T in your path, you decide to continue straight instead of choosing a particular street to follow, hitting your legs against the stone before kicking yourself off. Sending your grapples behind the man, you’re following them within seconds, in fact, by the time he gazes upward, you’re already flying overhead, smirking down at him before picking up speed.

From there, you turn around several other corners, skip off the sides of houses, and duck under nearly invisible clothes lines in further attempts at throwing him off, however, to his respect, he manages to keep up fairly well despite your tricks. Noting his skill, you assume he must have far more experience than any of the MP’s that normally come after your group. Regardless, you notice him eventually slowing down and, upon narrowing dodging a market stall, you lose sight of him completely.

Landing on a rooftop, you keep low as to not be easily spotted while surveying the street below then the sky. To your surprise, you spot the man flying over the roofs in a path that gets increasingly far from you. Anyone else might see this as a victory, calling the man an idiot to have gotten that mixed up as to your current location, but you can’t help doubting his actions. He was keeping up too well with you to suddenly be this turned around, going in the complete opposite direction as to where you’ve been heading this whole time; right in the direction Levi went instead.

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Ackerman’s Sister || Chapter 4

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Sister Reader (strictly platonic), eventual Erwin Smith x Reader

Words: 1,848

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CHAPTER FOUR: PRESSURE

You thought today would be a good day for once. Seeing that the funds Kenny left for you and Levi wouldn’t last forever, you’ve been determined to find ways to make ends meet, but of course, finding respectable work in the Underground is far easier said than done especially considering your young age. Usually, you’re paid for simple tasks like helping merchants load supplies onto their wagons or that one time you managed to milk three whole coins off some poor MP soldier who was desperate for information on some criminal in the area, however, this week has marked the first where you actually received a steady job spanning over the course of several days.

A local storekeeper had been outside complaining to a customer about being understaffed when you decided to offer your service. While they were originally against the idea, they eventually gave into your persistence, agreeing to let you work for them but only until their employee returns from sick leave. For the last four days, you’ve worked for the store while earning a decent wage much to your delight and, by the end of it, you were provided with enough money to buy food for the whole month.

With so much money in hand, you’ve decided to indulge for once, after all, this might be the only time you can afford to do so. The plan was to purchase some groceries as well as an early birthday present for Levi then make a nice dinner for tonight, but those plans have now been soured when catching sight of a crowd just down the street.

People are circled around at the end of the block, screaming and shouting cheers to whatever’s going on in the center. Of course, you’re not stupid. You assume based on the context clues that it’s a fight, and whenever you see a fight nearby, you make the next conclusion which you always hope to be wrong, but that day has yet to come.

“Levi!”

Your once optimistic mood towards the day melts into anger and annoyance as you push past the crowd, your dull eyes locked with the two fighters. One is a man who’s down on the ground, wiping the blood off his face the second the blows finally halt thanks to his attacker flinching at the sound of his name.

“What the hell are you doing?! Didn’t I tell you no more fights?!” You grab your brother’s arm, spinning him around to face you which is something he tries to avoid. Instead of looking up, he keeps his eyes on the ground.

“But he-!” Levi attempts to argue his case, but you don’t give him the chance.

“Did he swing first?”

“Well, he-”

“Did. He. Swing. First?” Levi presses his lips together stubbornly, sneaking a quick glance at the deadly poison in your eyes before reluctantly shaking his head.

“…No,” He spits the word as if it kills him to admit, continuing to glare at the ground as if it did something wrong. Meanwhile, you rub your tremble with your free hand before using it to drag him away behind yourself.

“I can’t believe you. We’re going home and once-”

“-‘ey now, where ya’ runnin’ off to so fast, little lady? Ya’ know ya’ can’t leave a fight ‘til it’s finished. The kid’s gotta finish what he started,” the man Levi had been fighting steps in front of you both, successfully cutting you off from a hasty exit.

“I apologize for whatever my brother did, sir. I assure you he’ll never do it again,” you send a glare back to your brother who clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“‘Sorry’ don’t cut it ‘round here, princess. Ya’ gotta pay for the damage. That’s how life works, ya’ know?” The man leans forward, getting dangerously close to your face even as you try to lean back with disgust. His breath smells like a pub and his yellow teeth are stained with the blood that oozes out the gap where one of his incisors use to be.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any money,” you lie quietly which only he likely hears. You try to push past him, but with a shake of his head, he snakes a very unwanted arm around your waist, drawing an uncomfortable gasp from you.

“Well then there’s plenty o’ other ways to pay up, girly,” he slurs in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

You hear Levi growl and feel him pull against your grip likely in preparation to hit the man, but you beat him to the punch quite literally. Before the man can utter another word, your fist collides with the center of his face, cracking his nose against your knuckles and forcing him off balance. Letting go of Levi’s arm, you swipe your leg under the man’s, sending him crashing to the ground where his head smacks against the hard dirt. While he isn’t unconscious, he certainly isn’t getting up anytime soon.

The crowd erupts into laughter and awes, although, you give them no mind. Instead, you turn on heel to march off without even looking back at Levi,“ come on. We’re leaving.”

Not needing to be told twice, Levi steps on top of the man before chasing after you. He makes sure to stay a few feet behind with his head bowed in shame. He can sense the anger radiating off your body, then again, anyone could tell you’re beyond pissed just by the way you walk with curled fists and a fire burning behind your narrowed eyes. It’s a look Levi could only wish upon those he hates most in the world.

Once arriving at the apartment, you go directly to the kitchen, setting your bag down while Levi remains standing near the door stiffly. Looking down at his clothing, he memorizes each mud stain and slight tear, although, he’s sure his face looks worse judging on the burning of his cheek and jaw as well as the liquid he can feel running down from his eyebrow.

“How many times does that make it this month?” You ask suddenly from the counter, focusing the best you can on putting the groceries away in their respected places.

He kicks his shoe on the ground,“…five.”

He hears you inhale sharply which draws his attention upwards for once. While he was prepared to listen to you lecture him again about not picking his battles more carefully, he didn’t expect you to fall so silent nor did he expect to see the visible quivering of your hand as you pause to set a jar in the cupboard.

After a second, your hands reach up to the top of your head, pushing your hair back as you let out a shaky sigh.

Levi whispers your name with worry, however, you don’t respond to him directly. Shutting the cupboard, you walk off towards the bedroom,“ I…I just need some time alone right now.”

He watches the door shut behind you, flinching at the soft slam of it which leaves him confused. While the two of you have fought quite a bit recently, you’ve never just walked away with so little to say. Normally he was the one to run off.

Noticing you hadn’t put all the groceries away, Levi decides to quietly finish the task, putting each item away slowly before one in particular catches his eye. Removing the porcelain pot from the bag, he’s eyes go wide to discover it’s a tea kettle. Although it’s cracked on the top, it’s still beautiful with a blue flower painted delicately on the side. Reaching further into the bag, he finds a few matching teacups.

Frowning, Levi puts the tea set on the counter by the stove and hangs your bag up by the door before finally deciding to approach the bedroom. He hesitates there, reaching a hand out to knock, however, he freezes when the sound of soft whimpers meets his ears.

Sorrow pricks his heart at the sound, leading him to slowly crack the door open just enough to peer inside the room. From the glow of the kitchen lantern, he can see you huddled at the edge of the bed, your knees pulled to your chest and face hidden in your hands as you sob.

Levi’s own lip quivers at the sight. He isn’t blind nor is he stupid. He knows how much you’ve sacrificed for him, and he knows how truly lucky he is for it; all those nights you’d stayed awake just to ensure no one gave either of you trouble and the daily streaks you’d go without eating all for the sake of providing him with more food…Without any hesitation, you took on the responsibility of keeping him healthy and safe, but what has he ever done to repay you? Get into fights and add more unnecessary stress to your shoulders…

When Kenny first came around, Levi figured he could learn to be stronger and prove to you that you don’t need to keep sacrificing everything for him, however, his quest to prove he’s capable only resulted in the opposite. He’s only managed to get himself into more trouble, getting into fights with adults three times his size just to return home to your disappointment and anger. What happens when you can’t take it anymore? What if you decide you’ve finally had enough and leave him just like Kenny did? He wouldn’t blame you and maybe you’d even be happier without him there to be a burden, but he's terrified of losing you.

Levi quietly walks to your side before sitting down close enough for his hip to brush yours, but he doesn’t say anything neither do you, in fact, you only stiffen upon hearing him enter. While your cries may have silenced, there’s still visible tears rolling down your cheeks.

“…I’m sorry, (Y/n). I'm really sorry. I’ll…I’ll be a better brother, I promise. I won’t get into any more fights, I’ll come home early, and I’ll even start helping you make money without causing trouble. Just…Please don’t cry…” Levi can’t prevent his own whimper when he does decide to speak, his grey eyes quickly filling with tears as they remain locked on your figure,“ I-I don’t like making you sad.”

He isn’t really sure what to say or do. Although he had sometimes heard your sniffles on late nights after your mother died and had seen you cry while fighting with Kenny a few times, he’s never seen you cry because of him which leaves him to wonder just how often it happens. That guilts eats him alive…

Fortunately for Levi, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close with his small frame held firmly to yours, his chin rested against your shoulder. He’s quick to return the embrace, sniffing to keep his nose from running which is getting hard to avoid with the tears that keep filling his eyes. 

“We’re gonna be okay…right?” He whispers, a bit afraid of the answer, but he’s offered comfort when you pull away slightly to move a hand through his soft hair with that smile of yours that never fails to make him feel safer. 

“Yeah…We’re gonna be okay.”

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Ackerman’s Sister || Chapter 3

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Sister Reader (strictly platonic), eventual Erwin Smith x Reader

Words: 1,601

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CHAPTER THREE: KENNY

Kenny…That’s the name the man told you to call him. Of course, you had a lot of names you’d rather call him, but none would’ve gotten you anywhere good.

Like most adults in the Underground, he’d never been exactly ‘warm’ in personality- hell, not even an ounce- yet despite how harsh he remained, there was a foreign care to his actions that you could never quite wrap your head around.

Upon first meeting you and Levi, he had given a stern command to follow him without any explanation. To your utter surprise, he ordered you both big bowls of soup and loafs of bread from the pub down the street without asking for anything in return; an action completely unheard of in your given environment. When you questioned his motives, he irked his brow and asked if you’d rather go back to starving on the streets. After that, he merely sipped on beer as you wipe off Levi’s face, begging him to eat slower or else he’d make himself sick.

Feeding the two of you that day wasn’t the only shocking action Kenny made because from that day on, he became a type of caregiver for you. Instead of returning to your makeshift home on the cold pavement, Levi and yourself were allowed to stay at Kenny’s apartment where he provided not only shelter, but a steady supply of food, a few new pairs of clothes that were far nicer than your mother’s old dresses that you had both worn, and lessons on how to fight which you had been relucent to take part in until realizing you’d need whatever skills you could to protect your little brother from the dangers of the world around you.

On the outside, Kenny actions might’ve made him seem like a caring old man with a heart of goal, after all, who else would take in two street rats? Of course, you didn’t think that to be true. Attitude wise, Kenny always remained the same from the moment you had first met. Unlike your mother who offered endless words of affection and praise, Kenny kept his distance aside from getting angry here and there. Perhaps it didn’t help that you carry a similar stubbornness in your bones.

To say the least, you and Kenny butted heads frequently. He’d tell you to fix your stance when swinging a knife and you’d reply with some snark comment that would earn a knock to the back of the head with a 'don’t be a smartass with me, brat’. The joke was on him, though. His remarks with you only gave you further access to a curse word library you could use in arguments with him whenever Levi wasn’t around to hear.

Speaking of which, Levi had always had a better relationship with Kenny in terms of respect. Being more timid with his own personality, your brother would rarely argue against the man’s instructions. He worked tirelessly to please him, a desire you assumed was fueled by Kenny’s constant comments about him being a 'runt’ and looking 'weak’. Any child would be determined to prove those assumptions wrong especially when they come from the only male role model in their life, which was why you though Levi saw Kenny’s advice and mentoring in such a high light. The problem is you and Kenny had far different ideas on how to raise a child, something you soon learned in an upsetting way.

It all began the day you saw the two walk through the apartment door, Levi’s face bloody from a large gash above his eyebrow and his nose leaking. Despite the blank expression he attempted to hold, you could tell instantly that he was on the verge of tears with his lip quivering and eyes twinkling. Originally, you had feared Kenny had done it, but when an explanation was demanded, he merely brushed you off with the answer that Levi had gotten into a 'tussle’ with some guys at the pub. Of course, that only made your anger flare as did the sobs that finally dropped from Levi’s month. While he could stay strong around his cold caretaker, such strength dried up when in the comforting arms of his sister.

Levi remained latched to your side that night as you and Kenny got into argument which soon became a routine very quickly. Time and time again, he would egg on your brother into fighting someone be it other kids or several adults three times his size. They’d then return home, the two of you would get into a shouting match over what’s best for Levi, and the night would end with Kenny marching out to go to the pub while you cleaned your brother’s wounds.

Things only grew worse when Levi began to sink further into Kenny’s influence, abandoning his once timid nature in favor of a cold and harsh demeanor you didn’t recognize. Soon, he began taking Kenny’s side in arguments, pushing you away when you tried to bandage him up while protesting that he can take care of himself. Needless to say, the shift in your brother’s personality along with the unnecessarily risk of his safety were beginning to push you over the edge, something Kenny began to take notice to.

Perhaps this was most obvious the night when you sat at the dinner table, tapping your fingers against the wood in an offbeat pattern as you glared out the window in complete disregard of the man across from you. Once again, Levi had returned home with more injuries which you sent him off to get cleaned if he insisted he could take care of himself so well. That left you and Kenny alone in a tense atmosphere that could be cut with a knife.

At one point, you glanced at him, finding your thoughts once again beginning to wonder over to why he even takes care of you both in the first place. He isn’t a kind person, neither of you give him anything in return, no one’s paying him at least that you know of…so why? What does he have to gain by caring for two street rats?

You had your theories, one in particular that always stuck to the back of your mind, but you usually kept it to yourself. Because you don’t want it to be true or are just scared it might not be, you don’t know, but at last, you decided to face that possible reality that night.

“Are you one of our dads?”

Kenny had spat his beer at your sudden question, his face morphed into a look disgust,“ tsk, what makes ya’ think I’m your dad, huh?!”

For some unknown reason, you hesitated to answer against the harshness of his own question,“ you…you knew our mom and I don’t see any other reason why you would take care of us unless…maybe…”

“Hate to break it to ya’, but I ain’t your dad, kid, nor am I your brother’s. Don’t go filling your head with such ridiculous ideas,” his lips return to the mug he’s been nursing on, ignoring the way your eyes cast down to your hands in a failed attempt at masking your own hurt. Within a few short seconds, you tried to convince yourself you should be celebrating Kenny not being your dad. Why the hell should you be happy to relate to him anyways?

“Then why? Why take care of us? And don’t try telling me it’s out of 'the goodness of your own heart’ or some other bullshit like that. I refuse to believe you of all people would take care of us because of that.”

Unlike before where he had been very quick to shut down your question, Kenny took his time to think over his answer before voicing it,“ you’re right. It’s 'cuz I made a promise to Kuncel. I would’ve broken it if I left her kids on the street without any good chance of survival…That’s the only reason I’m doing any of this. Once I’m sure you both can do fine on your own, I’ll be taking my leave so don’t go getting attached or anything.”

You had opened your mouth but didn’t say anything. You still weren’t sure how his words were making you feel. Part of you wanted to make a snide comment about how much better you’d be once he leaves, but at the same time, your hidden side wanted to argue, demanding to know how he could just come into your lives for several years, be the only father figure you’d ever know, then plan to just leave.

Of course, you stubbornly muzzled yourself back then, assuming he was just trying to push you back at arm’s length to ensure you got that thought of him being related to either of you out of your head.

…But it wasn’t just talk.

You remember turning to the sound of a door opening, smiling to see Levi’s figure standing there in the light. While his nose was bleeding and his face was scratched, he appeared otherwise fine, that was, until you caught sight of his eyes.

There was a sadness to them that immediately raised worry in your chest, thinking that perhaps he took a really bad beating you’d have to go return to someone, but when you put a hand to his cheek, making him look up at you as you fussed over his injuries, he mumbled the words that explained everything despite their lack of context.

”…He left…“

That had been the last time you admitted to yourself that you respected Kenny and with Levi’s words that sliver of hope inside your heart that thought of the man as a father-figure died…

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Ackerman’s Sister || Chapter 2

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Sister Reader (strictly platonic), eventual Erwin Smith x Reader

Words:1,911

WARNINGS: Mentions of child abandonment/implied abortions

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CHAPTER TWO: STREETS

The Underground is a cruel place even to the adults that call it home with each day being a constant battle to survive by any means necessarily. Having that be said, most residents are rarely open to the idea of steepening their responsibilities for any reason even if it concerns children, therefore, it should be no surprise that the harsh environment holds the highest numbers of orphans and youth fatalities within the Walls.

Underground women who are unfortunate enough to discover they’re with child have three options: terminate the pregnancy, abandoned the baby after its first breath, or take the challenge of providing for more than one life. Many women who take the third option often end up returning to the second, leaving their child alone on the streets to either somehow fend for themselves or simply rot, regardless of their age.

Despite the heaviness that comes with having children in such a cruel world, Kuncel kept her pregnancy without hesitation which many of her coworkers and clients theorized to be a choice born through her own loneliness or perhaps even an unrequited love she felt towards whoever the child’s father was. Of course, neither were true for Kuncel decided to keep her unborn child simply through the instant love she felt for them, a love that somehow managed to grow the day you were born.

From the moment she had first held you snuggly in her arms, she knew she’d never feel regret over her decision regardless of the challenges that may befall her because of it. You were the image of innocence and perfection with your chubby rose-dusted cheeks and that little fluff of (h/c) hair upon your head, your tiny face scrunched up in frustration upon finding yourself in a new environment. Your existence melted Kuncel’s heart and seeing how in love she felt over you, it would’ve been a shame if she hadn’t allowed her next accidental pregnancy turn into another blessing.

Five years after your own birth, your mother gave life to another child, this time a son in whom she named Levi. You can still remember the awe you felt when looking down at your baby brother for the first time as the tiny guy wiggled and whimpered in your mother’s arms. You recall having reached your hand out, watching in utter amazement when it takes his whole hand to wrap around just one of your fingers, his crying slowly fading as if he already knew at only a day old that his older sister will always protect him no matter what. Of course, it’s a promise you’ve never let him down on even when the two of you hide away in a cold ally with Levi curled over your lap, fast asleep while you remain alert for any type of danger.

You don’t know the exact number of days that’s passed since the two of you left home, only that you’ve been wondering around the Underground streets for quite some time. You had naively believed that it would be easy to find somewhere else to say with a roof over your heads, but such proved to be impossible. Every abandoned building is occupied by the homeless and every adult shoos you away no matter how much you beg, forcing you to find sanctuary in allies, however, even those ‘homes’ are only temporary with either aggressive dogs or creepy addicts chasing you away.

You’ve been at your current spot for a few nights now. Located on the quieter side of town, you managed to make a makeshift roof with some planks of wood set on top of two barrels which are pushed away from each other just enough to allow you and your brother an area to sit, not lay. You even hung one of your torn blankets over the ‘doorway’, creating a barrier in which Levi can hide behind whenever you go out looking for food.

Speaking of food, your rations ran out quickly, not that you even had much to begin with, which means you’ve had to start putting in effort to fill your stomachs. Regardless of how often your search, you don’t usually find much aside from rare scraps in the trash behind pubs, but even that’s never enough for the two of you especially when the owner chases you off.

While neither of you have ever known what it’s like to feel full, your mother had at least ensured that you were never starving. Without her around, the two of you are quickly becoming malnourished, your cheeks visually sunken in with your body’s slowly turning to bone. You’re in possibly the worse condition due to your own habit of giving Levi the majority of whatever food you do manage to find. If there isn’t enough for both of you, he gets it all, no questions asked, at least, not on your part, that is. If anything, you’ve actually turned into a good liar with your time on the streets, telling your brother that you ate on the way home so that he won’t feel bad for taking what you give. He’s your priority, but that doesn’t exclude you from the natural requirement of food. If you continue your current path of starvation, neither of you will survive for much longer.

Maybe that’s why you’re in your current position, following some random guy from a comfortable distance with your eyes glued to his right pocket. Moments earlier you had seen him purchase something at a stand, pulling out a few coins from said pocket. If you can just get as many coins as possible, there’ll surely be enough for you to buy a decent enough meal for you and your brother. Hell, at this point you’ll take even a single loaf of bread. Anything counts.

It isn’t as if you don’t feel guilty over what you’re doing. Your mother taught you right from wrong, stealing being one of the actions that lands in the later category, but she also told you that as an older sister, it is your job to protect your brother. At such a desperate point in your life, you’ve had to decide which is more important to follow no matter how terrible you feel for taking from another person who might need it. Unlike the man you’re following, you and Levi are children who have no way of making money yourselves, meaning you need it more, right? At least…that’s what you keep telling yourself anyways.

The gruff man stops for a short minute at the intersection, seemingly to wait for a few carts to pull by before he can continue his way across. What makes the moment even better is he only has his left hand in a pocket, his right pocket being clear for you to take your chance.

Dashing forward, you make quick work reaching into the target, grabbing a handful of coins in a death grip, although, you aren’t fast enough to retract your hand in time. The second your hand disappears into the pocket, the man’s own is clenched around your wrist with a grip strong enough to leave a bruise which honestly isn’t much considering your current condition.

Gasping in fear, you immediately try to pull your arm away, however, you’re trapped. Instead of faltering, his grip only tightens by your struggling,” the hell you think you’re doin’ stealin’ from me, brat?!“

His glare is enough to kill, but it doesn’t deter you in any way. You refuse to give up on your fight, desperately pulling and clawing at his arm in continuous attempts at breaking free with your shouts drawing nearly everyone’s attention, yet not a soul dares get involved (not that you think any of them care).

“LET GO OF ME!” Suddenly, he throws you to the ground, your back smacking against the dirt and hard stone with such a force that it knocks the breath out of your lungs.

You weakly push yourself up, glaring at the man who opens his mouth to shout at you again, however, the words seem to be stolen from him after he finally gets a good look at you.

Taking his hesitation as your chance for escape, you leap up to your feet and prepare to run off, but once again, you find your wrist captured by the man. Given, this time his grip is looser than it was even if just by a little bit as he kneels down to your height,” hey, where do you think you’re going, huh? You’re Kuncel’s kid, aren’t ya’?”

While your mother’s name leaving his mouth makes you pause your struggle, you still turn to glare at him. Once getting a good look at his face, you can say that he doeslook a little familiar, but you can’t think of a name that matches. Even so, you don’t care. Chances are, he’s just some former client of your mother’s; no one special.

Despite your hostility, the man remains unfazed if not a little astonished, although, you’re sure you’re just imagining the last part,“ see, that look right there tells me you’re Kuncel’s kid…Gotta say, you’ve grown since the last time I saw ya’. What’s your name again?….What? You ain’t deaf, are ya’? Didn’t your mama teach you to answer people when they talk to ya’?”

You hesitate before realizing that he’s never going to let go until you cooperate. In defeat, you mumble you name which he surprisingly hears regardless to how low your voice is.

“And no last name?” You shake your head. Your mother never did tell you if you had a last name. You didn’t even know they were a thing until you were four, having overheard passersby on the street using each other’s first and last names. When you asked, Kuncel said that someone people just don’t have last names which has always been a good enough answer for you.

To your surprise, the man sighs at your answer. You expect him to call you a liar, but it never comes,“…that’s smart. You don’t need it anyways…And what about your brother? You’ve got one, right? Or did he die, too?”

Too? So, this guy knows your mother died? While you don’t question that part too much, you do refuse to answer him about any possible siblings which only manages to frustrate him.

Suddenly standing to his feet, the man turns heel and begins to quite literally drag you behind him,“ fine, don’t answer me, ya’ little brat. I’ll just hand you over to the Military Police. I’m sure they’d love a little thief like you with such an attitude-”

“-No!” You try your best to plant your heels into the ground. While it does nothing to stop yourself from being dragged, the man does at least stop himself, glancing over his shoulder in a bored manner, his eyes alone threating you to either answer his questions or he’ll do just as he previously said.

Stubbornly, you turn you head to the side away from him, staring at the dirt covered ground as you pray you aren’t making a huge mistake,“…he’s at our shelter…”

With that, the man finally let’s go of your wrist in which you rub afterwards, noticing the red mark he’s left. By the time you glance up at him with unspoken hatred, he’s holding his arms out with a snarl,“ now was that so hard, ya’ little brat? Go on, take me to him and no funny business or else it’s straight off to the MP’s for ya’.”

‘This will absolutely be a huge mistake.’

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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Sister Reader (strictly platonic), eventual Erwin Smith x Reader

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CHAPTER ONE: MOTHER

You shifted, slowly blinking open your eyes before sitting up from your ‘bed’. Truthfully, it was only a few blankets laid out on the floor which offered only about two centimeters of cushion against the cold wood below, but you were use to it, after all, when you live in the Underground, one has to be able to adapt to anything.

Rubbing your eyes, you glanced over to your side, pleased to find your little brother still asleep, peacefully curled against you. His small body moved only ever so slightly with each breath he took, breaths that became visible in the air after parting from his lips.

Careful not to wake him, you raise yourself from the ground while providing him with your share of the blanket. Tiptoeing across the cracked wooden floorboards, you made your way into another room, one not much bigger than the closest-like one your brother and you shared.

The door creaked when you pushed it open, presenting an almost pitch dark space. There was only a sliver of light available in which allowed your eyes to adjust just enough to see the outlines of the room’s single bed and the figure sleeping in it. Nevertheless, you had been in the room enough times to memorize its layout even with your eyes closed,“ mama, it’s morning. Time to wake up.”

There was no answer from the woman. She laid motionlessly on her back with her face pointed towards the ceiling, eyes and cheeks hallow from hunger yet her face perfectly peaceful otherwise. It was a sharp contrast to the way it had been twisted in pain for the last month since she had fallen ill. As happy as you were to see her finally relaxed after so much suffering, she was too still for your liking.

“Mama?” You placed a hand to her cheek, hoping the action would stir her awake, however, deep down you knew even before you felt the coldness of her skin that such hope was useless. Slowly, you moved your hand to her mouth, hearing nor feeling no soft blow that would normally being rising up from her lungs. You let your hand fall back to your side,“…oh…”

You weren’t quite sure how long you stood here, staring down at your mother softly as your mind swirled with thoughts. She had been sick for a little over a month. Even though she assured you it wasn’t anything too serious, you smarter than that despite your young age. Given your living condition and her line of work, it was bound to happen one way or another. Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t force yourself to be surprised. Regardless…it hurt. It hurt more than your mind could even begin to comprehend in the moment.

“(Y/n)…?” That was enough to snap you out of your trace. Your head spun to look at the small child who stood in the doorway, his tiny fist rubbing the sleep away from his eyes,“ is mama feeling better today?”

You took long strives to him, making sure not to walk too quick to cause concern yet quickly enough to scoop him up in your arms and carry him away from a possibly traumatizing sight. Luckily for you, sleep still fogged his mind, the warmth of your body commanding him to rest his head against your shoulder which gave you the time needed to shut the door behind yourself, never to be opened by either of you again.

“A little bit, but she still needs her rest, so we have to make sure she gets it, okay?” You rubbed his back before setting him back on your shared pile of blankets,“ in the meantime, mama has a game for us.”

“What kind?” He blinked his eyes a few times, finally waking up enough thanks to his childish curiosity.

“She wants us to go on an adventure through town…” you thought for a moment before adding,“ and be like little soldiers.”

While you began to gather the few belongings you owned, Levi frowned with narrowed eyes,“ why would mama want us to be like those bastards?”

“Levi,” you sent him a halfhearted glare, knowing deep down you couldn’t be too mad. It wasn’t his fault the two for you had been exposed to such fowl language.

“B-But they’re so mean, (Y/n)! They treat us like trash and we’re not!”

“The Military Police’s do, yeah, but not all soldiers are like that. They aren’t supposed to anyways,” you sighed, folding some clothes and setting them in the center of a laid out blanket before searching for something to eat,“ in fact, I heard some men at the market once talking about a group of soldiers called the Survey Corps.”

“How could they be any different?”

“Well, they’re more heroic than the MP’s because I heard…” you kneeled next to him, looking around cautiously before whispering in his ear,“… they actually go outside the Walls and fight Titans.”

Levi looked to you with wide eyes, his voice of whisper of disbelief,“ no way.”

“Yes way,” you chuckled, handing Levi a small piece of bread. Even though it was rather stale, he didn’t think twice about stuffing it into his mouth after his stomach growled with hunger.

“'at’s just st'id,” he commented while chewing.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Levi.”

He shallowed, going quiet for a moment before asking,“…so how’s the game work?”

“Well, we’re gonna pretend to be Survey Corps soldiers. Mama is our commander and has sent us on a mission outside the Walls which will be in town. All the grow ups will be titans, so we have to avoid them as much as possible, okay?” Levi hung onto your every word, nodding as he took another bite of bread,“ our goal is to find a new land completely safe from titans.”

“When are we going?”

“Now, so let’s hurry up and get ready. We still need to pack all of our supplies. Make sure to grab anything you want. We’ll be outside the Walls for awhile.”

“Okay!” He was quick to jump up, hurrying to help gather everything you two had which wasn’t difficult considering neither of you owned much. You both only had a few pairs of clothes each which were passed down from your mother as well as a few blankets, a small supply of food, and a tiny stuffed animal you had found Levi two weeks ago when you had gone outside to get food when your mother was too sick to. Once everything was together, you tied the edges of the blanket together into a makeshift bag.

“I’m gonna go say 'goodbye’ to mama real fast,” while you worked, Levi went to run towards her bedroom door only for you to quickly snatch his wrists, pulling him back a bit too harshly which you regretted, although, you didn’t have time to worry over it for too long.

“Levi, wait!” You frowned at the confused look he gave you,“ um…r-remember, mama needs to rest. She might not be able to go back to sleep if you wake her up.”

“Oh…okay!” much to your relief, Levi didn’t question you any further, instead smiling as he took your hand.

After a quick peak outside to ensure no one was around to give either of you trouble, you turned to Levi with the most convincing smile you could muster,“ are you ready, soldier?”

He nodded eagerly, gripping your hand a bit tighter as the two of you exited your old home for, unknowingly to Levi, the last time. You only looked back once, a part of you begging to run back just in case there was a small chance your mother would wake up to wonder where you two were…but you knew that was wishful thinking. She was gone and no amount of wishing would bring her back. What you needed to focus on instead was keeping your little brother safe. From that day on, he was the only family you had left. You’d be damned if you ever let anything happen to him.

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Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Sister Reader (strictlyplatonic), Erwin Smith x Reader

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SUMMARY: It’s no secret that Levi Ackerman is a very strong yet distant man set on keeping the most intimate details of his life hidden away from even his own squad, one of those details being the fact that he once had an older sister in whom dedicated everything she had to ensure his survival in the cruel world they lived in. At last, Levi’s new squad will learn her story and how Levi became humanity strongest man.

WARNINGS: This story will eventually contain mature themes such as death, gore, and strong language.

CHAPTERS:Prologue,Chapter 1,Chapter 2,Chapter 3,Chapter 4,Chapter 5,

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Erwin: I have the dumbest employers ever.

Hanji: To be fair, commander, you hired us all.

Erwin: Looks like it’s time to move on to Plan 2.

Levi: Don’t you mean Plan B?

Erwin: The would insinuate that I only have twenty-six plans.

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