Levi X Troubled Reader Chapter 2

You stared up at the dark blue eyes that once warmed your insides. His fingers gripped your hair roughly, yanking your head back. You let out a pained sound, trying to pull your wrist free of the tight rope that bound them together. “Be a good girl _____” they purred as you felt something sharp like a knife poke your neck.

You felt liquid run down from the base of your neck, your captivator licking off what blood was on the weapon. His hand held your hair, keeping your head as far back as possible so your neck was exposed to them. They tilted there head to the side, a evil gleam in their eyes. The knife danced on your skin, teasing you.

“You have such a beautiful neck…._____...wouldn’t it look better…drenched in blood?” your heart was pounding, unsure of they were really going to kill you or not. Your body shook violently as fear racked through your body.

They let out a chuckle “I just love how much I frighten you _____...” you felt the blade cut a straight thin line on your cheek, blood running down to corners of the wound. “Such lovely skin…” he whispered demonically. “Please….stop..”

You felt his breath on your neck as he moved toward it, only to stop momentarily. He twirled a strand of your long (h/c) locks “This just won’t do…” you shuttered “W-what?” “You hair…it’s in my way, too long. But don’t fear love, you’ll still be just a beautiful” suddenly he got up from the chair he had been sitting in front of you and left the room. You allowed yourself to take a few deep breaths and try to calm down.

He came back only seconds after baring a pair of scissors. You trembled as he sat back down and took a random piece of your hair, beginning to snip off sections. Each piece was a different length, paying no mind to being neat about it.

You did not like the pair of sharp scissors close to your ears and neck. “B-be careful!” he laughed “Your one to talk love~” pointing to the cut you left on his palm, still noticeable after weeks. “Why don’t we make this a little fun? See if I don’t cut your ear off with my eyes closed?”

~Creepy e-o~

You screamed, shooting up in your sleep. You panted, covered in a layer of sweat, a shuttered mess as you ran a hand over your neck, still feeling the cold metallic feel touching your skin. Your fingers brushed over a bold scar at the base of your neck, then gently touching your scared cheek. It was then that you noticed being in someone else room.

Your body shook violently in fear, afraid it was His house. You dropped your hand to the bed too push yourself up on, landing on a neatly folded piece of paper. You sat up, shaky hands grasping the paper and slowly unfolding it, afraid of what it would conceal. Your eyes scanned over the small note, written in pen “You passed out at training, don’t go anywhere. Rest. -Levi”

You let out a shuttering breath, relieve it was your trusted commanding officer. You rubbed the back of your head, groaning in pain as you touched the knot from falling. Your eyes traveled the depths of his room, wondering if he had ever had anyone in here. The bed was a king sized, making you feel small. The sheets were a crisp white color, not baring a single stain.

The walls were while as well, they were naked, not a single family photo or painting. To the left of the bed against the wall was a white love seat with a small stand beside it. There was a desk to the far right of the bed, a dresser in between the two. The dresser had nothing but a lamp, glasses and…a book? How odd, you had no idea the Corporal had an interest in literature (lol does he?)

His desk was quite cluttered considering his clean attitude. You spotted an open bottle of polish, his maneuver gear laying beside the desk. You dropped your feel to the hard cold wood floor, disobeying his strict orders to rest.

You wondered over to his private desk, spotting files on each of the 104 trainee, including your own. ‘he must be looking over them, seeing if anyone’s file resembles Annie’s’ you think as you ran your finger over them curiously. You spot 5 files spread out next to each other so you could see them, Reiner’s, Bertolt’s, Ymir’s, Eren’s and Annie’s. Curiosity getting the best of you, you sit down in the larger leather chair and open one up, being the gentle giant Bertolt.

“Strange behavior includes: Sweating a lot, nervousness, and collecting small animals. He was not around when the colossal titan and armored titan broke through the walls.” You huffed. “What stupid reasons! Who ever had made this report was an idiot! Sweating and nervousness is nothing strange!” “I agree, Cadet ____” you jumped, nearly falling down at the monotone voice you knew so well.

“G-good evening Corporal!” you tried to act as if you hadn’t been messing in his personal things. He placed a tray of soup and tea down on his private desk “I see you didn’t follow my orders?” “S-sorry Corporal, I got bored” he walked past you to the right side of his desk, shutting Bertolt’s file gently “Snooping are we?” you shuttered in embarrassment

“I-I got curious…” he turned to you “You are difficult to please…I’d give anything to be told to relax and rest…” he paused “Go eat, I did not just humiliate myself in an attempt to make you shitty chicken soup for an hour for you to say ‘I’m not hungry.’ Do you know how much food went to waste? Not to mention that friend of yours drooling all over my shoulder” he glanced at a wet patch on his shoulder.

“Yes sir!” he sighed “Relax, I’m not going to bite off your head or make you do laps just because you don’t stand straight or address me properly. I honestly don’t care at the moment, you’re still sick, I don’t want to put more pressure on you to make you call me ‘sir’ or ‘corporal’”

You nodded “Yes…Levi” you say, wanting to test how it sounded on your tongue. You sat down on the chair to his desk, carefully taking the bowl of soup into your hands, trying not to spill it on the files. Levi moved the papers and files covering the desk so you had room, placing it in a neat pile. You dipped the spoon into the liquidly mixture and brought it to your lips.

“Don’t complain if it doesn’t have enough flavor or the chicken it to tough.” You smiled as the hot broth warmed your insides and the flavor teased your taste buds. “No, Levi, your actually a really good cook. It tastes great to me considering all I’ve mostly had is potatoes and bread.” You take a heaping soup full and bring it to your lips.

He turned away from you, trying to hold back a smile forcing his mouth up. “Tck, not a big accomplishment, but whatever”