Ignition. (Levi Ackerman x Sleeper!Reader)

I can't write a drabble to save my life. They always end up as full one-shots.
*cries*

Warnings: Mild sexual situations and violence.

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You scratched at the man's hands as he pushed you further into the wall. Tears bubbled up, rolling down your cheeks as you started wheezing. Even with the reddening lines on his skin, the man didn't release his hold. His face was set in grim determination as he slammed your head once against the wall and let you go.
You crumpled onto the floor in a heap, inhaling as much air as you could.


Your arms ached from when he had manhandled you into the bathroom, your neck was sore with the discolored imprints of his fingers and your head was pounding.
You panicked as he squatted to your level, attempting to put some distance between the two of you. He looked around you disinterestedly before his gaze rested on you.

"Come on little girl, I know you don't want to go this way. So why don't you just tell me where your boss keeps them, eh?"
You gaped at him. Your throat hurt too much for you to try screaming again and you were frightened to your core.

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The large man had suddenly appeared in the room you were cleaning. You had looked over your shoulder briefly, already reciting your practiced speech for when a guest returned to their room while you were cleaning. That was when you noticed the leather gloves and red stained rope. Your hackles were immediately raised and you took a tentative step backwards. You tried to put the large queen-sized bed between the two of you as you edged towards the phone on the bedside table.

His blank eyes picked up on your movement and he rushed at you with a speed you hadn't expected from him. His large palm had grabbed your shoulder as you reached for the phone, pulling you back and slamming you into the ground. You had shrieked for a mere second when his gloved hand muffled you; the pressure behind the move hurting your jaw, alerting you to the very real threat of its dislocation.

Easily dragging you into the bathroom, he slammed the door shut and pressed you into the wall of the shower.
"This can be easy or it can be very, very painful for you."
Your eyes darted all over his face trying to plead for your life. 
"Where are the files?"

You shook your head frantically. What was going on?
He released your mouth, the pain a dull reminder of his brute strength.
"I don't...I don't know what you're talking about. Please, this is a mistake, let me go." He cocked his head at you before his hand roughly tugged at the knee-length dress you had on.

The fabric gave out with almost no resistance revealing the smooth skin of your legs to him. You pulled your legs closer to your body, your heart rate racing. His deep laugh as he pulled at your right leg had you panicking even more.
"No! Don't! Please DON'T!"
Once more, his hand covered your mouth. You tried biting around the glove but it only made it easier for him to gag you by slipping in three fingers.

"Hush now, little doll."
He forcefully straightened out your right lower limb, his eyes greedily taking in the sight. Nodding slightly with his head, he pointed at the outer side of your thigh where there was a small lotus flower tattoo eclipsing a moon tattoo.
"Care to explain that?"

Your mind buzzed with questions. How did he know that was there? It was a silly little thing you'd got while on vacation with your friends. You struggled briefly before he lifted you and removed his fingers from your mouth. You took in a huge gasp, ready to scream yourself sore when his hands wrapped around your neck, hitting you against the wall as he strangled you. Your vision blurred for a second before his sadistic grin re-filled your view.

"You want to do it this way? We can do it this way..."
His grip tightened as your scream died in your throat.

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He leaned into your bubble slightly making you whimper and face away from him. He sighed almost sadly and ran his fingers across your face, delicately tracing your jawline.
"Such a precious little thing...oh well."
He rose to his feet as his hand dropped away from you, the movement making a hoarse screech pass your lips.

His hand wrapped around your neck once more, his fingers morbidly fitting the bruises formed. You tried to kick out at him, the attacks barely making him flinch. His other hand went round his waist to remove a gun from a holster. The tears streaming down your face increased.
'No. I can't die yet...Mom, I...Dad...I have so much to say...'


"No!" You screamed as loud as you could surprising him for a moment. Just then, two sharp knocks sounded on the other side of the locked door.
Without waiting for a reply, a low male voice spoke.
"The pink lotus is supreme."

Your transition, though expected, scared your aggressor. Your wide frightened eyes narrowed to near-slits as your tension-ridden body went slack in his grip.
Confused, he made his fatal mistake.
He loosened his hold.

The sharp jab into his eyes had him stepping backwards as he tried to regain his vision. You pulled out of his grasp, your tattooed leg rising startlingly fast to fracture the bones on the side of his face. He stumbled back, reaching to grab the affected part, dropping his gun in the process. You dove for it, evading his ill-aimed kicks. Placing the nozzle on his thigh, you shot without hesitation.
His howl of pain was mangled as you pressed the corners of his mouth together.

"Artemis, wait."
The voice behind the door spoke as you raised the gun to the assailant's head. Without missing a beat, you turned and unlocked the door. Grey eyes appraised you, looking around you at your conquered foe. The slight tilt of the corner of his mouth was not lost on the man on the floor.

"You!"
"Finish him Artemis."
A loud gunshot rang out followed by the sound of a wet heavy object falling to the ground. You turned around to face the dark-haired man, his hand already retrieving the gun from yours.

"Apollo-"
"The pink lotus is not in bloom."
Immediately, your eyes closed as you transitioned once more and succumbed to the fatigue. The man reached out to catch you, his sleeves riding up to show a lotus flower tattoo eclipsing a sun tattoo.

He lifted you gently, tenderly as he walked out of the bathroom as silently as he had entered it. He placed your limp body on the bed where your cleaning items were. He then wiped the gun of your prints and returned it to the dead man's hold. As he turned to leave, he passed near your unconscious self and cradled your bruised face in his hands. He sighed and left a soft lingering kiss on your lips before leaving the room. The CCTV camera's that had been frozen from when he entered, began functioning once more.

As he sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle watching the sudden frenzy in the hotel lobby, the figure next to him laughed slightly.
"You wish she was with you, don't you Levi?"
He gave no answer, instead closing his eyes and leaning his chair back to its near horizontal position.
It was true however. He was her sun and she was his moon and they looked out for each other.