Welcome Back!
I am, SOOO very sorry for not uploading ANYTHING for, like, a few monts. But I'm back! And with a new fic!
Ok, I am just gonna say this now, I have never gotten a tattoo or drank any sort of alcoholic beverage (I'm 14).
BUT, I would like to get a tattoo in the future!
Also, I had this Idea while I was in the shower ( Original, I know ), because I've read one or two fics about LEVI being the artist and thought, Why not switch it up a bit?
And thus, this fic was created!
Well, not yet, but soon!
ANYWAYS!
Sorry for any spelling and grammar errors, am bad at spelling.
Now that thats all over, on with the fic!
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As a professional tattoo artist, Eren has seen his fair share of "Odd". He's seen everything, from simple sholder tats, to fake eyebrows, down to out right tramp stamps. He's even given himself a few tattoos, (To which he promptly removed because he was drunk and it was for a dare) and even gave a few of his close friends tattoos.
He has his own little tattoo studio on the outskirts of Maria, a small suburb with a little over a thousand residents, himself included, and a small flat upstairs. A simple two room, one bath house, one room as a studio, and another as his bedroom.
His adoptive sister, Mikasa, lives a few streets down from him, being the overprotective, clingy, sister that every brother dreams of, with her girlfriend Annie. A cold, stotic blonde who he likes to spar with.
His childhood friend, Armin, lives with his husband Jean, whom Eren calls Horse-Face, on the other side of town in a small city named Trost.
Eren's life was simple. Wake up, get dressed, go to work, come home, eat, sleep, rinse and repeat. So, when three grown ass adults storm into his studio, drunk off their asses, demanding free tattoos, Eren is beyond confused.
o.O.o.O.o
Levi awoke in his bed with a massive headache, and stripped down to his boxers. After a long night out with Erwin and Hange drinking at the bar until they couldn't remember their names, everything became a blur. Levi groaned as he turned to his side and sat up slowly, bringing a hand to rub his temples.
Reaching around to his bedside drawer, he dug his hand inside. Sighing in releif when he found his aspirin. He instantly took two out and swallowed them dry.
When he deemed himself well enough to get out of bed, he slung his legs over the side, cringing at the hard, cold floor against his bare feet. Standing up, althouth a little wobbably, he padded to the ajoined bathroom. Seeing as the sink and toilet were still clean and bolted to the tile, Levi looked into the mirror, and groaned at his appearance. His raven hair was stuck in all directions, the dark circles under his eyes were more prominate. His bottom lip was brused and swolled, probably from a fight, and his skin was more pale than it usually was.
Lightly touching his lip, he hissed at the sting. Levi turned on the faucet and splashed his face with cold water, waking him up a little. He turned off the water and sighed. Deciding for a shower, Levi pulled back the curtain and twisted the silver nobs, steamy water ran out the shower head.
Hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, Levi pulled them down and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. There, on his right hip, stood a white, blue and purple unicorn head with sparkles surrounding the pale pink horn.
Pulling his boxers up with shakey hands, Levi turned off the shower and rushed to his bedroom, nearly tripping over his trousers from the day before, and fumbled with the lockscreen of his phone, angerly dialing the one person who would allow Levi to get the tattoo.
"HANGE!" He growled lowly once the number picked up. "Why the FUCK is there a goddamn UNICORN TATTOOED ON MY HIP?!" Levi shouted into the phone, wincing as a sharp pain struck his head.
The woman on the other line must have experienced the same, because the line fell scilent except for a pained cry. "Levi!" Hange whined rather loudly, groaning once another shock sliced through her head. "Can you not be so loud, its six in the morning." She mumbled.
Levi growled. "Do you think I give two FUCKS what time it is?! I have a PERMINATE mark on my hip, and its a FUCKING UNICON TRAMP STAMP! NOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I'M SO LOUD?!" Levi yelled into the receiver, effectively cracking the microphone.
Hange sighed into the line, letting out a dry chuckle. "Levi, you do understand that you can get a tattoo REMOVED, right?"
Levi went dead silent. The relization setting in. A long, gratefull sigh escaped his lips. "Sorry, Shitty Glasses. Thanks for telling me the obvious."
He could practically see the grin when she spoke. "No problem, Shortcake. Also, the parlor we went to is called Titan Tattoo's. Just ask to get it removed."
Levi nodded and replied with an "Alright, thanks." And hung up. Sighing, Levi sat down his phone amd went back to the bathroom and took a steamy shower, deciding to freshen up before heading to the tattoo shop.
o.O.o.O.o
Levi drove for about two hours through the outskirts of maria, passing by small buildings, a few parks, and many pedeatrians even in the late winter chill. His GPS said he was nearing his destination on the left, so he parked his car on the side, and walked the remainder of the way, which was only a quarter of a mile.
The shop was a dingy little shop. It was two stories, with brick walls, a black tiled roof, and three floor-to-ceiling windows next to the glass door leading into the shop with black curtains framing them. The interrior was an older, midevil theme, with dark, wooden floors and light wood walls, adding to a nice contrast to the modern chairs and counter, and a staircase leading to the second story. There was a small light hanging from the ceiling with a ring of lit candles, making the lighting in the room a pale yellow. There were old paintings depicting a castle with a dragon atop it shooting fire, an ocean with a viking boat sailing with round, wooden sheilds nailed to the body, and a deer head above the counter. Next to some mirrors with wooden outlines on the wall was the tattoo instruments on a wheeled cart, next to a single chair with a woman sitting, and a man busy dying her skin with colored ink.
Levi scowled as he walked in, the soft ding alerting the two of his presence. The woman jumped slightly and the man hummed in acknowledgement, continuing his work.
Wiping away the residue, the man sighed and placed the rag back on the cart, smiling softly. "A'ight, Merida, looks like your tattoo is done." The woman nodded. "Now, if you would kindly join me at the counter, I have some cleaning kits for you." She nodded again, moving to stand.
Levi sighed and crossed his arms, making his way to the counter as well.
Once the lady and the man were at the counter, Levi got a good look at them. The lady had long, red, curley hair styled in a loose bun and large brown eyes. She had a grey sweater and a black skirt to her knees with black leggings and grey flats.
The man was the one that caught his eye. He had short, unkept chocolate brown hair, and bright green eyes. He had a pale green, long sleeved shirt, and black pants with brown army boots. He also had a string around his neck that dipped into his shirt, hiding whatever was on the other end.
Levi watched them exchange a few pleasantries and how to work the tattoo kit, and the woman, who he now remembered was named Merida but would never see again, leave. He turned to the counter.
The man smiled brightly before speaking in the generic greeting. "Hello, welcome to Titan Tattoo's, my name is Eren, how may I help you?"
Levi scowled, already not liking the overly cheerful employee. "Yes, hi. Last night me and a group of 'Buddies' came in, and when I woke up this morning I had a tattoo?"
Eren grinned devishly, "Ah, yes, I remember you and your 'Buddies' like it was a yesterday." The man then frowned, glaring at Levi, taking him by surprise. "Seriously, you and them completely TRASHED my studio, then, you demanded a free tattoo or else I was gonna be reported to my manager." He smirked. "Well, you asked and I delivered."
Levi's surprise deepened to a scowl again, glaring at the man. "So, you're the one who gave me the unicorn tramp stamp?" Eren nodded. "Can I speak to your manager? I have a complaint."
Eren leaned on his elbows. "How may I help you?"
Levi frowned. "No, Kid, I need to talk to your manager."
Eren smiled. "I am my manager, so, I'll ask again, how may I help you?"
Was this some sort of sick joke? Was god looking down on him with his lightning rod about to smite him? Levi growled, something he only did if he dispised someone, and glared at Eren. "I would like to get this damn thing removed."
The man blinked and smiled softly. "A'ight. Now, if you would take a seat, I will bring over some paperwork I need you to fill out, the bill at the end, and we can begin."
Levi was taken back, not only was Eren giving off some sort of calming aura after his little breakdown, but he also agreed to get rid of his tattoo in the quickest, less disagreeable way possible. Levi nodded and walked to the chair. It was a simple adjustable chair with leather cussions and a wooden frame.
After a minute or two, Eren returned with a few sheets of paper, a pen, and a mug of what looked like hot chocolate. The man grinned and set the mug down next to levi, subtly asking him to have it. Levi mumbled out a quick thanks and took a sip. It was good, the chocolate had the origional taste, but also a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg.
"A'ight, Mr..."
"Levi is fine."
Eren grinned, handing Levi the pen. "A'ight Levi, this right here is a consent form that I need you to fill out." Levi nodded. "And this right here is some silly paperwork that I ask all my clients to fill out in case something goes wrong, but I doubt something will."
"The only thing that could go wrong is you ending up jacking up my hip, but were not going to let that happen are we?" Levi stated coldly while signing the papers, Eren just stared, because after that comment, who wouldn't?
Shaking his head, Eren took the paperwork once Levi was done, and hurriedly placed them on the counter. "Okay Levi, I know this is going to seem weird, but I'm gonna have to ask you to undo your belt and pull your pants and such down until I can see the tattoo." Eren stated, glancing at the man.
Levi sighed, slowly undoing his bent, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and pulled them down until the tattoo was showing. Eren nodded and grabbed some tool, hopefully the one to remove the tattoo and not paint them, and flipped a switch. An annoying buzz filled the shop.
Eren glanced at Levi before speaking. "Alright Levi, as you know, this is going to take multiple sessions, and years of rehabilitation before you can live a normal life tattoo free, so let me get something straight, this is going to hurt, but not as bad as you think." Eren said jokingly.
"Oh cut the bullshit Eren and just get on with it." Levi scowled, flinching once the cold metal tip poked his hip. This was going to be a long process.
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And Done!
I was origionally going to make this a long oneshot, but decided to make it a story because I have some ideas that would make it too long.
But anyways, how did you like it?
I know Eren seemed a little off (At least to me), but I have a perfectly valid reason that will be explained later on in the story.
Also, Merida is literally the girl from the movie Brave, and she may come in handy later on. ;) ;)
ANYWAYS!
I may upload once a week on Wednesdays, so I have enough time to create the chapters and such.
But!
Enough stupid talking, I enjoyed making this, and I hope you enjoyed reading this.
Also, some feedback would be greately appreciated.
So... Much love, and Until Next Time...
CIAO!~