Persuasion (Psycho!Levi X Agent!Reader)

~A/N: Please Listen As You Read!   www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhye_T…   you may need to replay it a few times throughout the story. And also, here's a little picture of the setting if I didn't describe it too well!   www.theawl.com/wp-content/uplo… ~








The first thing you noticed was the stench.

Putrid, foul, disgusting. A combination or mixture of bodily fluids and possibly some other liquids you'd rather not know about. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you focused your gaze on the hallway, leading to a lonely fold-out chair facing a glass cage rather than the barred ones that were beside it. Of course, the guard outside had warned you not to get too close, for the men trapped inside hadn't seen a woman in possibly quite a few years, which was highly obvious at how wolf-whistles were being thrown your way. Stealing a nervous glance to the side, you had to hold yourself back from stumbling away from a man who practically threw himself at the bars of his cage, stretching his arm forward in attempt to grasp your calm striding figure. Taking yet another deep breath, this one a bit shuddered, you gazed at him coolly as you stepped to the side, out of his grasp, and continued your walk to the glass prison.

There were small holes cut into the glass to allow the inhabitant to breath, big enough for the -somewhat- fresh air to leak in, yet too small for the person inside to attempt escaping. You kept your features at a natural state, trying not to pinch your lips together from the anxiety trickling through your veins and causing your heart rate to increase. Your gaze began skimming the small room, taking in the surroundings and mentally storing it for evidence. What caught your attention, wasn't the deathly realistic drawings towards the right, but the man standing in the center of the room. His arms were by his sides, feet shoulder-width apart, ashen silver hues burning holes into your form, and his features -although stoic- had an expectant look to them. You trailed your tongue over your rosy glossed lips, fumbling in your jacket pocket before pulling out a small russet wallet, flipping it open and holding it out.

"Hello sir. I am Agent (Name) (Last Name), and I'm from the FBI," you said, voice sharp and sure.

He stood quite a few feet away from the glass, staring at you with those intense steely grey orbs of his that caused your hand to tremble slightly. His footsteps seemed soundless as he walked forward, until he was almost pressed against the glass. "Come closer, I can't read it," he muttered. His voice was knifelike, and yet it slid off his tongue as if it were a snake's hiss.

Setting your jaw defiantly to keep your lip from trembling, you took a single step forward, remembering the guards instructions to not get too near the glass case. "Closer," he said again, voice as smooth as a serpent. You took another step forward, outstretched hand almost brushing against the smooth surface of the glass. You watched closely as his eyes skimmed over the ID, observing the way his dark lashes brushed against the bruised lilac crescents underneath his eyes, the way his hands clenched into fists, and stretched out at a methodical pace. His voice suddenly cut into your thoughts like a pair of scissors, causing you to jump slightly as you tucked the wallet back into your jacket pocket. "How stupid of Erwin to send a student agent to interrogate me. I swear that idiot hasn't had his head screwed on the correct way for years," he said as he turned away and sat in a wooden chair. His eyes looked you up and down, before he motioned to the chair outside of the glass case. "Sit."

Clearing your throat you perched on the edge of the metal -very uncomfortable- fold-out chair. "If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Ackerman-"

"Levi. Call me Levi."

You drew in your breath, blinking slowly as your gaze lingered on his form. "Levi..." you tested, allowing the name to roll off your tongue. He hummed in satisfaction, pulling over a small stool and setting his legs atop it. "Well, Levi, I'm not here to interrogate you."

"Then what are you here for?" he cut in piercingly. "Hm?"

Sending him a slightly exasperated look, you continued slowly. "I can't really say if you keep interrupting me, now can I?" you hissed. Although you immediately regretted it when you saw something incomprehensible flash through his eyes.

"I see... Erwin sent a feisty one," he murmured, a compensated smirk playing onto his lips, laced with incisions and lacerations. He harshly kicked the stool to the side, resting his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands together. "Alright, now tell me Agent (Name), what are you here for? I won't interrupt this time."

Your breath hitched for a moment as you uncertainly stared at his still form, an odd aura of tranquility surrounding him. "I'm here on behalf of Erwin Smith, leader of my department in the FBI, as you've seemed to already notice. Since you are one of the most dangerous and well-known... sociopath-"

"I prefer the term Serial Killer, or a Psychotic Serial Killer," he cut in, mischievous glint twinkling in his orbs.

"... Since you are one of the most well known Psychotic Serial Killers, the FBI along with myself would like your assistance and cooperation in capturing a new sociopath," you finished. Pausing for a moment, you let the information sink in, watching his features for any sort of reaction. A slight quirk of the eyebrow, although other than that he remained expressionless as always. "They go by the name the Colossal Titan, as I've been informed. As we've tracked this person's movements, we've recognized a... a pattern," you said, stuttering around the end as you opened the briefcase you had carried in with you. You pulled out a large piece of paper, opening it and glancing around the glass. Towards the right was a dull, rusty, metal slot. You hesitantly opened it, placed the paper inside, and closed it swiftly. His hardened gaze watched your movements as you sat back down, before standing and reaching into the slot.

"It's a map of this person's whereabouts. In the pattern, we've connected these things. They kidnap women, only women, and women that are... slightly heavier than most. They then keep them hostage for three days, all the while starving them. After the three days, they shoot them in the head, skin them now that their skin has loosened off of their bodies, and dumps them in a river. So far he's kidnapped three women, each dumped in a separate river." He had the map spread in front of him, in his grasp as if it were a newspaper. His onyx-raven locks cascaded over his paled skin, sending a shadowed look over his visage that was captivating, and at the same time alluring. "Does any of this seem familiar, Levi?" you murmured.

He closed the map, setting it to the side before returning to his previous position. "You see, Agent (Name), this person is very different from me... How do they enjoy their kill?"

Your eyes widened at his question. "This is off topic-"

"How. Do they. Enjoy. To kill?" he asked, words cutting into the atmosphere like a knife.

Don't let him get inside your head, Agent (Name). Once he makes you feel uncomfortable and squeamish, he has control over you and your thoughts, and will get you to say anything. Don't tell him anything personal, it'll only grant him better access to your thoughts.

Erwin's words replayed in your mind as your gaze locked with Levi's intensified one. "Torture," you finally whispered, voice shaken.

"Yes... And how do I enjoy my kill, Miss Agent (Name)?" he said, a smirk now engraved into his lips at your current distressed and dolorous state.

A constricting sensation encompassed your torso as you attempted to keep your gaze strong and courageous, unwavering if you could. "You... you preform... cannibalism, sir," you murmured, gulping as you nervously wrung your hands together.

A sly and devious smile curled onto his lips as he rose from his seat, staring down at your now seemingly vulnerable and exposed figure. "Exactly..." he murmured, clasping his hands behind his back. "... I have heard about a man such as this before, seen him once or twice as well."

Immediately perking up from your liable state, your eyes widened with this new found information. "You- you do?" you said, standing as well. "Then, tell me, tell me his name!" you said excitedly, pressing your palms against the glass and forgetting all rules you had previously memorized.

"All good things come to those who wait," he muttered, turning away from the glass and towards the right side of his cell. "Now... if I do agree to help you, or if you succeed in persuading me to help, what's in it for me?"

You stared with wide eyes, not quite sure how to respond. You settled slowly back down into your chair, gripping the handle to your briefcase tightly enough for your knuckles to whiten. "For you?"

"You didn't think I'd do this just out of the goodness of my heart, now did you?" he said, quirking a brow up as his lips remained in a firm scowl.

"No, no sir, of course not-"

"Levi."

"Yes, Levi. What is it you would like, then? And I'm asking you to stay realistic here, Levi, nothing too extraordinary that the FBI cannot make doable for a person such as yourself."

"Such as a cannibal, hm?" he said, turning to face you. At your silence, an almost handsome smile appeared, but dissipated just as quickly. "I'd like to be moved from this cell, this prison in total, to a location with a window. I haven't left this room in eight years, Agent (Name), do you understand how maddening that is?" he said. He strode back over to the glass, almost pressed against his surface as he gazed down at you. "I want to be able to look outside. To have at least a little breath, a glimpse of freedom, one that I'll never taste again."

You were silent, melding this proposition over in your head. "I'm sure the FBI can do something of the sort," you said softly with a smile. "Now, I'd very much appreciate it if you told the the true identity of this man that we're after."

"As I've told you before, Agent (Name), all good things come to those who wait," he said, once again turning from the glass.

A short sigh of disbelief left your rosy lips as you defiantly stood, furrowing your brows at the man before you. "Levi, tell me the name of this man."

"All good-"

"TELL ME THE NAME!" you suddenly shouted, fed up with his tricky games and his off-topic discussions that would send your mind spinning. Your fist collided with the glass as you sent the back of his head a harsh glare. The men in the other cells behind their metal bars were hooting and hollering and whistling at your voice, some shouts encouraging others sexually harassing.

Before you could begin to shriek again, you stumbled backwards as the man slammed his fists against the glass where you had just stood, and although the glass didn't so much as tremble you still felt yourself shiver to the core. "YOU WON'T GET THAT GODFORSAKEN NAME UNTIL OUR DEAL IS SEALED, AGENT (NAME), NOW RUN BACK TO YOUR STUPID AGENCY AND LEAVE ME TO ROT IN MY OWN PERSONAL HELL!" he screeched, voice echoing through the hallway of cells.

Frightened by the sudden outburst -not just from him but from the other loud men as well- you swiftly grabbed your briefcase, and began swiftly walking towards the gate that was your exit. The men in the other cells reached out, attempting to grab at your enticing figure, yet you wouldn't pay them no mind. You only stopped when one of then spat towards you, and the saliva landed on your cheek, making the other cellmates scream with laughter as you wiped it away using the sleeve of your jacket.

"AGENT (NAME), GET BACK HERE!"

Infuriated, you were, by all the sudden commotion and your mind furiously trying to untangle this long thread of information and events. You stormed back to the glass cell, glaring at the glass where Levi had himself pressed against with his brows knitted together. "What is it you want?!" you said, fists clenched by your sides.

His voice was low, as he spoke his next words. "To find your clues you will need to go to a storage unit east of this place, it is where my secrets lie," he muttered. Your wide eyes searched his features for any other explanation, yet his ashen silver hues seemed so calming and... almost trustworthy. You absentmindedly nodded in agreement. "NOW LEAVE!" he hissed, slamming his fist to the glass.

Without another word, you raced down the hallway, out through the exit, and into the night to continue your search for the true identity of a man you knew little about. And how were you to do this, with so little information?




With aid from a psychotic serial killer, of course.