A Man with Ink. (Levi X Reader)

A Man with Ink. (Levi X Reader)

“(Naammmme)!!”  The sound of the low growled yell down the hallway makes you do two things immediately, grin, and then cringe. You close your (e/c) eyes tightly and take a couple of deep breaths.

The way he drew it out, you know he’s beyond angry and you almost want to laugh, if you weren't terrified what he would do if he catches you.  You know that it means your little ploy worked, you also know, a certain short corporal will be here momentarily, probably to choke the life out of you this time.

Oh you’re not a bad girl, not normally, but he has been driving you crazy for the last several weeks. Ever since you've become a squad leader he’s been more cynical and rude to you than normal, and that is really saying something.

For a moment you hesitate, and then you start your mad dash down the halls, pushing past anyone and anything that gets in your way. You find your way to the door you are looking for and rush inside. You know before long that same voice that is still yelling your name through the halls, searching for you will be catching up. The little shorty is fast.

Your heavy breathing and flustered demeanor are the first tip that something was wrong. Hange turns around quickly. Her reddish brown hair is pulled up and her glasses half obscure the view of her chocolate eyes.  She turns to you with a knowing grin that only she can seem to pull off.

“(Name)” She says looking at you, then she laughs. “Oh god, did you do it?” You simply nod, your (h/c) hair falling across your eyes.

“Hange… I really need somewhere to hide…” You plead. She motions to the back supply closet.

You fling yourself into the closet, knocking over a bucket and a broom. You pull them inside with you as you try to shuffle more deeply into a dark corner. With the amount of junk in here, it would be difficult to find anything. You pulled a piece of cloth between you and the entrance, hoping that no one would bother to look in here.

You hear muffled voices outside and pray that she can just get him to go away. Yes, you are still as scared of Levi as you were when you were a cadet. Even though his steel grey eyes and ice cold stare somehow make me just want to lean in and… WHOA… No… Why am I thinking like that? He’s been nothing but an ass since I made squad leader anyway… You try clearing your mind again, breathing, slow, silent breaths.


~~~Hange POV~~~


“Where the hell is (Name)?” Levi demands. I can’t help but chuckle. (Name) really did it this time…

Levi’s normally pale skin was streaked with lines and smears of dark colored substance. It looked like ink. I couldn't help it. I started laughing… really loud laughing.

Here’s the clean freak corporal standing in my office, with his shirt only half buttoned, cravat untied and the only thing in order was his pants which were held up by a belt. His hair was still wet and his normally white face was raged with anger. I can see it in his eyes, that girl really crossed a line.

“Stop fucking laughing shitty glasses. Where the hell did that little shit go?” He yelled again. Oh he’s so flustered too, this is perfect. Maybe they’ll finally get mad enough this time!

“Wow what happened to you?” Snicker... giggle… My voice was just going on its own now. “She really got you didn't she? You know you could have avoided all of this if you just told her…”

“I didn't ask for advice, shithead I asked where the fuck (Name) is.” Levi’s fists were clenching and unclenching. Oh I know he wasn't going to use them, he just needed something to vent his frustration. I Find it almost impossible not to want to study this angered side of him though.

“I wouldn't know.” I said laughing at the way his normally stoic expression was pulling into a sort of rage. He was showing more emotion now than I had seen in so very long. “You might want to try cleaning that up though.” I say motioning to the ink on his arm and sweeping a long sweep towards the closet.

“Cleaning.” Levi said quietly… A strange grin tugged at the corner of his lips and I knew he caught what I was hinting at. I smirk, winking over my glasses and turn and walk away.

Now where to hide so I can watch this fight? I think to myself. I choose to stand behind some equipment near the door. It’s not like he’s looking my direction anymore anyway.


~~~ Your POV ~~~


The voices go quiet. You aren't sure but think you heard Hange laughing in the distance. Now there is nothing. Not even the comfort the strange noises of Hange’s lab would have brought to your mind.

Nothing at all and you’re alone in a very dark, dusty, place, buried in the corner. Suddenly a light floods through the room. No one is at the door, but it is sitting wide open. You aren't sure… should you venture out?

You stay still a moment more as you realize that if it is Levi he’s probably glaring death at this mess and waiting for you. After a minute or two of pure silence you hear a voice.

“(Last name) I know you’re in there idiot. Get the hell out here!” His voice was strangely calm. It made a cold sensation flow through your blood. He is never this calm with one of your pranks. Did you finally push him far enough that he just snapped? I hope not… what would happen if he reached that point? Your thoughts were cut off again by another noise.

“Tch, are you coming out or am I coming in?” He says tapping his foot impatiently. You can see him now leaning against the door frame. His clothes are only half on. damn, he looks sexy with that shirt open… wait… I don’t like him… His arms are folded across his chest and he is staring into the darkness with his silvery gray eyes. The hints of blue in them are probably completely gone, due to his mood.

You don’t want to move, but you know if you stay much longer he really will come in after you. Would it be so bad? Me and a half dressed…  Your thoughts are interrupted by a sudden sensation of something wrapping around your wrist.

You hadn't even noticed he had come in. You were so busy in your own thoughts. He stares down at you, pulling you roughly to your feet and dust flies everywhere. You take that opportunity to knock more dust off on him and he steps back coughing and rubbing the dust out of his eyes. You push past him running out of the closet and into the main part of the research room.

You don’t get too far before something takes you around the waist and slams you on the floor. He spins you around so that you are facing up. Then he sits straddling your belly pinning you under him. His nose is now only inches from your face as he holds your hands pinned to the floor.

He glares at you. Honestly you should be shaking right now, but you start laughing instead. This erratic laughter only leads to a slightly confused expression on his part. This makes you laugh even harder.

“What’s so damn funny, (last name)?” His voice is chilling and you know you have pushed him beyond sanity. It is sheer willpower keeping him from punishing you to an inch from death.

“Sir… do you realize… You have these black smudges under your eyes…” You start laughing again. “It makes.” Laughter.. “You look…”

“STOP Talking until you can talk right.” He shouts.

“You look like a damn kitten!” You yell. He stops, staring at you as if trying to process what you are saying. His lip twitches in what looks like a combination of pure rage and absolute confusion. You’re fairly sure he has completely lost his mind. Somehow this loss on his part has your mouth running faster than your head now.

“Corporal Kitten.” You mock. “You have tiger stripes and everything.” You say touching the marks across his chest lightly. Then you stop… you don’t even move for a moment. His skin is just so touchable and you want to run your hand along his beautiful chest.

“What did you say?” You sort of hear his voice in the distance from your thoughts before you snap back to where you are. This isn't exactly a good position.

“Can I get up now, Corporal Kitten?” You yell. He stares at you a moment and starts to step off of you. Instead of letting you get up, he pulls you up by your shirt and holds you with your feet off the ground.

“You’re up now, better?” He states. His face falls into his normal expression and his eyes are like ice. Even on your most brave days, this particular look intimidates you. So why on earth did it not today?

“Anyway…. Did no one tell you that girls like a man with ink?” You say boldly. “I thought it was kind of an improved look, over-all.”

“Do I look like I care what you think about my looks, moron?” He asks setting your feet back on the floor. His tone calmed down some. “Plus, inking a person is just damn nasty.”

“Forbid anyone ever mess with your damn flawless pale skin.” You retort.

You aren't sure what he’s thinking right now, but his eyes change suddenly. You can’t even define that change. Is it my imagination or did he like that I noticed his flawlessness?

“Since when did you give a damn about my skin?” He asks in a slightly odd tone.

“About the time you started running around half dressed like a damn cadet late for training.” You say mockingly. “It’s not like I cared before that. Or that I noticed your damn eyes change colors with your mood.” So… why can’t I just tell him I like watching him… Ugh he’s messing with my head…

“So.” He says. Wow… give a girl something to work with… “Now what the hell possessed you to do this?” He says motioning to the streaks that are all over his body.”

“It washes off. It’s not like you notice a damn thing I do since being squad leader.” You say. “I enjoy pranking you… it doesn't upset me in the least you’re ignoring me.”

Levi smirks. It’s a half smirk, the corner of his lip tipping upward on one side and his eyes flash with a sort of devilish mischief the likes of which you hadn't seen. You just realized your mistake. Now he knows what’s really wrong and you know you’re not getting out of this one.

“It’s not like I was interested in you before.” His smirk is gone, replaced with such a deadpan expression that it actually hurts.

“It’s not like I miss our friendship or anything. I just thought it would be fun to mess with you.” You say. To be honest, that’s exactly what it is. You miss him. You were so close but as soon as you were promoted it was like he was gone.

“It’s not like I’d be your boyfriend.” He says. Only his voice isn't cold anymore. In fact, he sounds almost sad. You can’t help but notice it or notice how you two are really only standing a very short distance from each other.

You take a small step closer to him, setting your hand back on his chest like you’re going to push him away,.. only you can’t bring yourself to push him.

“It’s not like I want you for my boyfriend.” You say, still trying to will yourself to push him away. It didn't happen. You feel his arm brush under yours as he sets his hand gently on your hip.

“It’s not like you have the choice.” He says suddenly. You take a breath to speak again and feel his other hand wrap up into your hair and drag you into him.

His lips crash against yours, where he takes advantage of your slightly agape mouth. He slides his tongue over the top of yours, pulling you a little more tightly against him. You grab his black hair with your fingers, pulling him in as you start a battle of dominance. Your tongues clash, sharing the space and fitting against each other so perfectly, as he starts to regain control of this kiss you find yourself aching in the chest. Oh yeah… I need air…

He pulls back from kissing you. Your shared saliva is a trail between you for an instant and you find yourself staring into his eyes. Yes, his beautiful now blue-grey eyes. The ones you fell in love with.

“Je t’aime.” He says quietly, staring at you.

“Hmm?” You ask softly. You’re still lost in that kiss.

“I’m not translating, stupid.” He says brushing your cheek with his fingers.

“I don’t not love you…” You stutter out. He laughs softly.

“How stupid is that? Can you even say it?” He says.

“You didn't say it in my language.” You say, smiling at him.

“So.” He says, leaning in again. “Let me show you…”

He pulls you into another kiss, this one slow and sweet. His arms wrap around your waist pulling you tight against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close.

This kiss puts a fire through you. You can barely talk and your face is probably as red as a hot coal. He pulls back from kissing you again and you smile at him softly.

“Je t’aime, Levi.” You say softly. You lay your head gently on his shoulder, resting the bridge of your nose on his neck.

“Even so… You realize you have to be punished.” He says.

“I know.” You whisper, your breath blowing softly past his chest.

“I need someone to help me get this damn ink and all the dust from that fucking closet off.” He states.

“But that ink won’t come off for almost a week!” You say pulling back to look at him.

“Then we know where you will be staying.” He says. “Plus we still have to find a fitting punishment.”

“Of course, my tiger.” You giggle. He looks at you a moment with a dangerous sort of small smile. You lean in to kiss him again, but you are cut off by a stifled laughing noise.

“I KNEW IT! See.! You two are so perfect! I got to tell Erwin... Hell he owes me twenty now. Oh god you are so cute!!!” She goes running past you both out of the room suddenly. You blush profusely and you are pretty sure that he is almost as red.

You look at Levi a moment and he holds out his hand to you.

“Since everyone knows anyway, let’s go back and make this official.” He says. He winks at you.

You feel like you’re about to faint. Did Levi just… wink? That is sooo… hot…. You didn't even notice your hand slide into his. He gives you a satisfied half grin and you two walk back towards his quarters.

For the first time in your life, you can honestly say nothing is sexier than a man with ink…