Levi x reader || quiet chaos
This is the sister fic to Black cat in the war room which is Armin x reader
𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔-𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎.
the barracks is quiet, but not really. the faint scrape of boots, the low hum of lanterns, the distant creak of the walls—it all fills the space while you sit on the edge of the table, legs crossed, dark eyeshadow smudged with glitter, lipstick chipping off. It doesn't matter; you mean business. your laptop is open, strategy maps scattered, but you’re barely touching them. you’re watching. always watching.
levi steps in without a sound, as always, and stops when he notices you. the way you’re draped across the table, black boots dangling, hair half falling in your face. he pauses. his brain tells him to keep moving, stay professional, but the quiet pull in his chest says otherwise.
“you’re still here,” he mutters, voice low. not a question, but not really a statement either.
“someone has to make sense of this mess,” you reply, voice soft but sharp, like a blade wrapped in velvet. you don’t look at him.
he tilts his head, studying you. “you make it look… easy.”
“nothing is easy captain, we just do it anyway” you say, finally meeting his eyes. the look you give him is something between curiosity and defiance, dark eyeliner making the color of your eyes seem almost… dangerous.
levi doesn’t answer right away. he shouldn’t be noticing, shouldn’t be letting himself get distracted. but he does. god, he does. every time you cross your arms, every time you smirk just slightly at something he said under his breath, he wants… more than protocol.
“you don’t talk much,” you murmur, tilting your head. “that’s fine. i like that.”
levi blinks. “you… like quiet?”
“i like honesty,” you correct. “quiet just… comes along with it. people don’t scream over me then.”
he nods slowly, the corners of his mouth twitching. he knows exactly what you mean. he also knows that if he doesn’t say it, he’ll regret it. “honesty,” he repeats. “i… like you.”
your smirk grows, subtle but deliberate. “you do?”
“don’t test me,” he says, voice dropping an octave, low and dangerous. but the words don’t mask the flush in his cheeks. the way his eyes follow you. the way… he wants you to lean closer.
you stand, moving so close that he can feel your energy brush against him, the faint scent of smoke and leather and something uniquely you. “good,” you whisper. “because i might like you too.”
levi freezes, then leans just slightly closer, just enough that you feel the tension between you. “might?”
you shrug, playful, teasing, but there’s truth in it. “maybe. depends if you can keep up.”
he smiles for the first time in forever, sharp, dangerous, amused. “i never slow down,” he says.
and in the quiet chaos of the barracks, strategy papers and maps forgotten, the two of you just… exist. the war can wait.
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