Vengeance [Levi x Fem!Reader] - Prologue

„It's always a pleasure, [First]. Have a nice day and come back tomorrow!“ The young man, Christian, working at the bakery smiled charmingly while handing you your bread and bidding you goodbye. You blushed slightly, but returned the smile genuinely, before leaving the shop and heading along the cobblestoned main street of Trost, the town you lived in along with your family.

Since two weeks, when you turned fourteen, young men started to see you as a young lady instead of a simple girl now and you would always get slightly flustered about their charming behavior around you. But, apart from that you also enjoyed the attention you got from them.

It was late autumn and the chill of a fresh wind sent shivers and goosebumps over the bare skin on your arms as you made your way back home. You made a mental note to get the winter's clothes out of the far corner of your wardrobe once you were back home.

Whistling a merry tune you coquettishly flipped your long  [h/c] hair to prevent lose strands from falling all over your face. Sometimes it was quite unnerving to have such a wild untameable mane, but the guys liked longer hair better and you were in a marriageable age; soon you'd have to pick your husband-to-be. So it was pretty important to attract as many of them as possible to get a good catch.

'Maybe Christian would be a good catch,' you thought giggling. He was charming, tender, handsome to some certain degree and he always provided you with fresh-made pastry when you cast him that patented special smile of yours.

Yes, you were indeed a pretty, normal girl with pretty, normal romantic desires and dreams like any other girl, who didn't wish to join a military career, but preferred to live a happy life behind the protective Wall Maria instead. Titans would never bother you in here, you were sure of that.

You walked on, being close to your home, when you suddenly bumped into a person, who was running around the corner at top speed. The force of the collision sent you bottom-first to the ground, making you spill all the precious bread over the dusty pavement.

You felt a stinging pain arching up your spine as you dizzily tried to get up again, but some weight on your body wouldn't let you move properly. You opened your eyes and stared right back into a boy's face, hidden behind an olive-green colored cloth. Dark-grey eyes stared at you in panic...

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That was all you could remember from that one moment you caught glimpse of the murderer of your parents, before the boy dashed away and out of sight.

You bit sharply on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from crying and felt your hands clench into fist when the memory came back to your mind, while hatred charged your heart.

It were those dark-grey eyes you would stare at 3 years later - on the day you had to pick which Corps you'd join - in a man's face who was proudly wearing the Wings of Freedom, the emblem of the Survey Corps. Lance Corporal Levi's eyes... humanity's ray of hope and your sworn arch-enemy.