Literature
Speak [Levi|F!Mute!Reader]
You sat staring up at the brunette, your shocked expression reflecting off of her trademark glasses. If you were able to speak or make any type of noise it would be somewhere between a sob and a cackle, but the scar on your throat had put a stop to that years ago. You ran your fingers along your neck, feeling the raised skin underneath the green ribbon you wore around your neck to keep the questions at bay. People often asked you about it but eventually the questions died off as your glare intensified each time someone brought it up. You weren’t born mute, an unfortunate turn of events left you with damaged vocal chords, scarred skin bu