Torture (Levi x Reader x Hange)

Torture

idk what this is. absolute filth. sorry in advance, just had to get this out of my head. blood/mentions of torture warning? aggression/slapping warning. fellow bisexuals, hey lol

just to make it clear, I interpret Hange's gender as a woman, and will be referring to her as such throughout.

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It wasn't particularly rare to find yourself like this, scrubbing metal plates and tools at the stone sink in the castle's basement, often listening to the various clashes and clatters from Hange's makeshift lab just down the hall. As a bit of her personal pet, cleaning up after her and fetching countless books, vials, and whatever else was requested late into the night was nothing new, keeping track of whether more candles were in order as the hours passed on. It wasn't rare at all, but as you watched the blood drip from the pliers in your hand, the stone of unease in the pit of your stomach turned.

Tonight, the frenzied muttering and shuffling from Hange's workspace was replaced by muffled screams from the dungeon just another floor below. Torture. Uncharted territory for the scouts, championed by your seemingly fearless leaders, but that didn't make it any easier. Opting to keep close, help with the washing up, and act as a supplier instead of knocking knees with the other disturbed members of the squad upstairs, you had decided that at least hearing the wails of suffering was better than letting your mind fill in the blanks. It didn't take long before that decision was quickly second-guessed, Captain Levi practically shoving a tray of bloodied instruments at you to clean.

'Gross,' you had tried to lighten the mood when he'd handed them off to you, but his usual serious had only been amped up to maximum capacity. 

'Spotless. As soon as possible.' He had said, leather apron shiny with bodily fluids and sleeves rolled up, exposing his tense forearms. Grabbing the new bundle of tools you'd laid out for them and stalking back down the stairs, you remembered how you'd caught his gaze for only a second, a flash of hidden emotion behind your captain's stone-cold exterior. 

You shuddered, turning back to the stack of pliers, scalpels, and more that still needed attention. Gritting your teeth, it's not as if the sight of blood upset you, but knowing it was blood born of pure and senseless agony sent a shudder of apprehension through you. Levi and Hange were trained soldiers, fearless, brutal, absolute slashers on the field, but only for the sake of humanity, never against it itself. Captain Levi was one thing, a man of complete indifference for all you knew, but Hange? Crazed at times, yes, but sadistic? You couldn't imagine her taking any real pleasure from this, and sighed to yourself, finishing off the last tainted scalpel and setting it on the towel with the rest. You were worried for her--she didn't deserve to be faced with the mental burden of such a task.

When the wails had finally died down, you were leaned against the sink, feet clicking in anticipation before hearing faint footsteps round the corner of the stairs. Jumping to attention, you watched a weary Hange and Levi climb into the main room of the basement where you awaited them.

"Hange..." You called, catching her attention as you approached. The drained look on her face faded as you locked eyes, you searching for any sign of disturbance as you took her wrists in your hands, which she accepted by taking yours in her own. The worry you felt melted a bit as she held your gaze, seemingly appreciative of your concern.

"You gonna kiss or you gonna say something, glasses?" Levi huffed, eliciting a chuckle from you both as he broke the tension. She rested a heavy head into your shoulder suddenly, and you tensed at the contact. It wasn't even close to the right time, but her closeness and Levi's words ignited a small flame of desire in you, which you quickly suppressed. Not the right time. Not even close.