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Levi x Reader - Stranger [sequel] - [AU]Captain-Fan
Levi x Reader [AU]
The night you came home after the encounter with that handsome stranger, you poured yourself a tall glass of red wine. Not only had work been stressful for a Friday night, but images of your mysterious love interest infested your mind, clouding any normal judgment you may have had. This had been bothering you all damn day, while everything about that man was unknown, there was still something so strangely tangible about him, almost as if you both had met before. That was unlikely though, surely you'd notice a stranger as good looking as him. He recognized you for the first time that day, and there was something in his gaze, something similar to that when you see someone you haven't for many years.
After watching some pointless TV and enjoying your wine, clothes were lazily tossed about as you crawled into bed, still distracted by these thoughts. This was your favorite time of the day though, the time when you would play
Addict!Levi x Reader |One Last Chance?| AUAttackonfanfiction
A/N: The following story discusses drug addiction, and implies an abusive relationship. If any of these things make you uncomfortable or trigger you, I'd suggest you stop reading.
"(Name)... I will not tell you again. Give me the needle." His tone. It was unrecognizable. A side of a calm and collected person that you had never seen. You trembled at the intensity of his glare, and the eeriness that surrounded him. You knew that Levi was dead serious, but so were you.
"L-Levi, please, a-at first I honestly had know idea how bad this was, but now I know you need help. Pl-Please, if not for me, think of your friends-"
"Who the actual hell do I have? Who in this goddamn piece of shit world actually cares about me?" Levi continued to persist on, his strong hand grasping your wrist. You winced at the force, a pained cry leaving your quivering lips. You held the needle out of reach to your best power, hoping to keep it away from him.
"I care, Levi!" You yelled, not caring if your
'To Catch a Thief' - [Levi x Pickpocket!Reader]cherrypikkins
[warning for suggestive scenes and foul language]
For those who were bored of the quiet countryside, the life and bustle of the city was a pleasant diversion - in more ways than one. The markets of Trost were flooded with its common folk, but you navigated the urban corridors effortlessly, like a cat weaving underfoot. You weren't dressed for show, nor were so sloppy and ragged in appearance that the locals would recognize you as a resident of the underground. There was a great advantage in being seen, but not noticed. Blending in, as ordinary and innocuous as one could be.
You smiled discreetly beneath the fabric of your scarf. It was time to look for a mark.
"Fresh produce from Inner Wall Rose! Take your pick before the first snow rolls in!"
"Bargain prices on fabrics, including silks and linens from Sina!"
"Discount on our best cleaning supplies and equipment! You won't see a chance like this again any time soon!"
From every corner of the street, merchant criers displayed their
Ripper - [Yandere!Levi x Prostitute!Reader] [AU]TheNobodyofaSOLDIER
Paranoia infected you as you wandered the Whitechapel streets that night, a tiny decision you would come to regret for the rest of your life. Underneath the black and grey hues of the sky, a thin fog settled around your feet. A cold wind moaned through London in attempt to clear away the mist and smoke billowing from the workhouses and chimneys. The moistened bricks on the street reflected the light of the flickering lanterns. Orphans brushed by you, occasionally glancing up at you with hollow eyes. Drunks plastered up against the wall and mumbled incoherent jabbers. Hooves clicking along the pavements, horses whinnied as they carried their masters to their destinations.
But, despite all the distractions, you honed in on one sound only: the footsteps trailing close behind you.
Every day for the past week, you heard their soft patter behind you; when you entered the safety of you droll little home, when you accepted a client, when you escorted a man, even just weaving in and out.
Amare (Vampire!Levi x Pianist!Reader) [AU]runefires
Deft fingers fly over the ivory-white and small charcoal-black keys, a mesmerizing and enchanting tune emitting as you press the keys of the grand piano. It reminds him of a combination of the soft tinkling of sleigh bells and of harmonious birdsong, the velvety sounds echoing and ringing off the walls of the dim room. Digits seem to move gracefully and effortlessly, and the melancholy melody seeps into his veins, rendering him speechless. The room was sent to life by the elegant motions of your nimble fingers, like magic flowing out and slipping into every crack in the stone floor and the rough walls.
He nears you with a slow pace, afraid that one wrong step would waver the music. With a final swift press of the keys, the song ends, fading away quietly and softly. He places his pallid hands on your shoulders, felt that tiny jolt of surprise and chuckled, a deep rumble reverberating deep in his throat. He leans in, garnet lips inches from your ear.