Hanji's Sweet Treat (VariousXReader) Lime Path

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Levi’s Path

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You carefully scanned through all the colors in the box, considering all your options. Only one of them was the flavor you really wanted. After a few moments of scrutinizing the treats, you had made your decision.


“Alright. I pick lime.”


Somebody from the line tensed up. Hanji saw this and grinned, sauntering over to the shortest person in the line. “Oh, Leeeeevi!” She sang, grabbing his arm and hauling him over to you. She laughed, seeing the look of panic cross your face as you stared at the Corporal.


“Congrats, (f/n)! You picked shorty!”


You felt yourself flinch as Corporal Levi looked you over. He grunted and turned to Hanji, giving her another intimidating glare. “You better try not to pull anything idiotic, Shitty Glasses.” He spat.


The brunette simply laughed again, grabbing a lime popsicle and thrusting it into Levi’s hand. Before Levi could, I dunno, smash it through her skull, Hanji took the rest of the popsicles and ushered the rest of the boys out the door. A few whoops and hollers made it to your ears before the door closed, with a quiet chink resonating around the office. Hanji had locked you two inside.


“The game is simple! Lick the popsicle until it’s gone, or you two kiss!” She called through the door, and then left as quickly as she could. You sighed, tensing up at the other presence right beside you. Taking a hesitant glance toward your superior, you gulped once you saw his steely grey eyes meet your (e/c) ones. He had been watching your reaction.


“I suppose we should participate in this stupid game, considering how she won’t let us out until something happens.” Levi explains monotonously. He glares at the popsicle in his hand before sitting in Hanji’s desk chair, motioning for you to bring the other chair around to sit in front of him. You comply silently, lifting up the chair across from Levi’s and bringing it to set in front of the ebony-haired man. Sitting down quickly, you avoid his gaze as you fidget in the chair. You didn't know what to say.


“Alright. Look at me.”


You blush, swallowing at the lump in your throat as you look back at him. He holds the popsicle between the two of you, his eyes keeping level with yours. “Say ‘aah’.”


Your cheeks grow even warmer as you open your mouth slightly, letting out a small “Aah,” as you take a small lick on your side. Levi does the same, and you both start licking your sides of the treat. It’s quiet, and nobody speaks as you two consume the treat. It was delicious, the lime juice tart as it swirls on your tastebuds. However, after swallowing some, a sweet aftertaste lingers in your mouth. It was probably the best thing you had ever tasted.


You can’t help but be disappointed when the popsicle is gone and Levi gets up from his seat. He throws away what’s left and sits back down, watching you again. This time you just stare back at him, observing the color in his steel orbs. They were mesmerizing.


“(F/n).”


This jolted you out of your reverie. The Corporal-er, Levi, never called you by your first name.


“Y-yes sir?” You stammered.


He said nothing. Instead, he leant forward and grabbed the back of your head. He pulled you forward, slamming his lips onto your own. You only let out a squeak as you tasted the lime lingering on his lips. Finally you closed your eyes, lips moving together in sync as you cautiously wrapped your arms around his neck. He hummed in approval, lifting you up and placing you on his lap. He licked your bottom lip, and you complied. His tongue held even more lime, the kiss sweet and delicious. Suddenly, a low whistle echoed throughout the room. You jumped off of Levi’s lap and onto your feet, your heart hammering from Levi’s actions.


“Well well, looks like I was right. As always!” Hanji giggled as she stood in the doorframe.


Levi’s cheeks tinted a light pink as he glared at the intruding scientist, an arm wrapped protectively around your waist.




“Fuck off, Hanji.”