Hii I Have An Angst Scenario Where Levis So Gets Trapped Under A Collapsed Building After A Titan Attack

Hii I have an angst scenario where levis so gets trapped under a collapsed building after a titan attack because she was saving civilians -with a happy ending please :3

Out of the Ashes

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Work count: 6.4K

Warnings: Canon typical violence

A/N: god you people know me so well at this point. I. LOVE. WRITING. HURT/COMFORT. PLEASE the angst is just the best. i love all your requests but hurt/comfort just holds a special place in my heart… FUN FACT! this is actually named after my favourite Michael Morpurgo book i read as a kid :,)

i hope this is what you hand in mind ^-^

You could never just have one fucking day to yourself, could you? There always had to be one thing after another, one disaster immediately following the next. It was how you found yourself zipping around Trost district, slicing through nape after nape.

Vibrations rattled the legs of your bones as you quickly kicked off the wall of a spire, sending yourself through the outstretched fingers of a 15m, before it's nape too was swiftly taken care of.

This was a shitshow. An absolute fucking shitshow. Once again humanity had been caught unawares by the Colossal and Armoured titans, somehow taking out your defences as if they were punching and kicking through paper. And not a Scout in sight. The Garrison were doing as much as they could, protecting civilian lives and evacuating them to the gates, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

You winced as you landed on a rooftop, your knee giving out slightly as it buckled beneath the impact and your weight. It was the reason you’d stayed behind rather than heading out on the most recent expedition. Managing to pop your knee out of place when taking a hit for another soldier on the last mission had hindered your mobility too much to ride a horse, much to your dismay, and Levi’s relief.

You’d been dating for some time now. When you first met him, you still being a cadet and him fresh from the underground city, you thought he was the most annoying, foul tempered, vile humoured, prickly little bastard you’d ever had the displeasure of meeting, often finding yourselves provoking each other, belittling each other or just plain ignoring each other. That was until a particularly harsh expedition roughly eight months after your begrudging introductions. The same expedition where you’d lost your best friend. She’d been with you since you were cadets. You were partners in crime, two peas in a pod, she was your ride or die. And then she did die. She died protecting you, throwing you clear of a crawling titan’s jumping trajectory and quite literally sacrificing herself to save your pathetic little life.

You were barely holding yourself together, your sanity hanging on by a quickly fraying thread, when he made a comment about you being here and not her. It didn’t have his usual biting tone, but the words were there nonetheless, and you snapped. You snapped and punched him square in the jaw, the faintest crack gracing your ears as you raised your fist to strike again, before two arms looped beneath your armpits and held you back. Of course you struggled against it, you wanted to fucking kill him. Not for what he said, but for being right about it. She had given her life to save you. You, of all people. And you screamed at him. Screamed every damn word about how stupid she was, how fucking ridiculous she was that she’d had chosen you over herself. How pitiful and shameful it was that you were the one to live. How you knew every single damn insult that was about to fly from his mouth because you’d already thought of it beforehand. You’d already realised before he even had time to say anything that yes, it was a great fucking shame that you were the one to return and she wasn’t.

It was only when you fell quiet did you realise the entire courtyard was looking at you in sympathetic pity, and you hated those looks. You didn’t want pity when you were just stating facts, and the raging fire in your shining eyes told Levi just that, before the flames were quenched completely. You relaxed in Hange’s grip, now realising it was your mutual friend who had stopped you from going berserk, and there was no other way to describe you other than fractured. You looked tired, broken. Like an old toy nobody wanted to play with anymore, left on the shelf to gather dust and cobwebs.

When you’d later discussed this incident a little further into your relationship, Levi described you like he was watching sunlight bleach the cover of a book, or grey skies sapping the green from the trees. You drained of colour before his eyes, monochrome replacing the fiery oranges and striking reds he’d always seen you as, before you silently walked away. Nobody went after you, everyone having heard your outburst knew what you’d just experienced, and knew you probably wanted to be left alone. But by the fourth day of not hearing your random biting remarks about whatever tea he was drinking, he’d started to realise he actually missed you. He missed hearing your laughter in the mess hall, as much as he used to claim he hated it. He missed seeing your scowl whenever you made eye contact with him. And though that punch really fucking hurt, he missed when you were paired up during hand to hand combat practice, feeling you give every strike your all, watching your eyes light up whenever you manage to gain the upper hand. He missed you. Fuck, he really missed you.

So by the end of the fourth day, Levi took his metaphorical olive branch in the form of a tray of tea and two bowls of soup, to your door.

You shared a dorm with your best friend, or rather, you did. But it didn’t exactly look like a dorm, more like the site of a titan massacre. Whatever anguished rage you couldn’t take out on Levi had been taken out on your possessions, and on hers. Picture frames had been shattered, pillows had been torn apart, clothes ripped from their drawers or closets and flung in any and all directions. The wooden bedframe had splintered under the weight of one of your kicks, and small splatters of blood decorated the floorboards where you’d sliced your foot open on broken glass.

A sharp intake of breath was the only sound your soon-to-be lover made as the door slowly creaked open. Nobody had been in here, not even Hange, since you’d locked yourself away. Well, not locked, only high up’s doors could lock, but you’d shut yourself away nonetheless. And Levi then immediately understood what you were going through, because he went through something extremely similar not eight months previous. His eyes fell to you, curled up in a corner by your bed, not even sitting on the stripped, ruined mattress. Whether you’d noticed him come in or not, he couldn’t tell, but he set the tray down on the nearest flat surface, having to gently move what looked like a really sweet pencil drawing of the two of you from beneath shards of glass, before kneeling in front of you. He’d removed his own cravat to use it as a bandage for your foot, cleaning the wound with a spare cloth he kept in his jacket pocket.

When you’d finally lifted your head, you’d expected to see Hange, or maybe a member of your squad. The last person you’d expected to see was the man who you swore hated you, and who you could have sworn you hated too. But when his soft eyes met yours, so full of empathy and understanding, you realised that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t so bad afterall.

You ended up talking most of the night, answering his questions about who she was to you and how you knew each other. He, in turn, opened up about his own experience when he lost Isabel and Farlan, explaining who they were to him and how they died. You knew vaguely, of course, you’d lightened up on the insults and general nastiness when word reached you he’d just lost the two people who had come up with him from the dirt. But you didn’t quite understand the connection between the three of them, not until now anyway.

You ended up understanding that the two of you were fairly similar in some ways, and you realised that night, you’d just seen a side to him nobody had ever seen before, at least nobody in the Scouts, to your knowledge. And you sure as hell never expected to see this side of him. Shit, you doubted he even had this side to him. But when he turned your head to look you in the eyes, gently gripping your shoulders and asking you to promise him you would never regret what happened, never regret her decision, you realised just how wrong you had been.

It was after that night you two actually managed to talk without wanting to rip each other’s throats out. You congratulated him on becoming a captain, only to be met with his request for you to be on his squad. You shared his paperwork, his tea –as foul as you thought the drink was–, his thoughts and fears, and all of a sudden you were sharing his bed, sleeping in his arms after you’d both realised you’d fallen in love with each other.

It was with his help you managed to honour your best friend’s life. You fought for her, and for this new relationship that seemed to have blossomed from the seed of grief. She used to take th piss out of the two of you relentlessly, constantly chiming about how thin the line is between hatred and love. And you guessed she was right.

That must have been nine or ten years ago now, seven of those years having been spent by his side as his lover, and three of them as his wife. The thin, simplistic gold band around your ring finger glinting in the midday sun as a testament to your love for each other. You wonder where he was now, whether he too was fighting titans, or whether they were setting up camp. Their return date wasn’t for another couple of days, you knew that, but then again, Erwin Smith was always a little unpredictable. You knew from experience, having known the man for a while now.

Smoke and fire rose from ruined homes, screams of the innocent rising like a choir singing for a malevolent god. You carved through flesh and muscle, felling as many beasts as you could whilst still keeping your injury fairly safe. If you didn’t stop, it didn’t have time to hurt, that was your mentality. Until high pitched cries for help stopped your rhythm, twisting in the air so you could at least deduce where the pleas were coming from.

And your heart dropped as soon as you realised.

There was a school. An entire class worth of children and teachers trapped by surrounding titans and flames. It was a hellscape, but one you had seen before, and wouldn’t hesitate to walk through. Flipping your direction from the original path you’d set yourself on, you drew two more razor blades from your scabbard, metal singing a chorus as they too glinted in the sunlight, before you set to work.

Your first port of call was to clear the area of titans. The giants currently surrounding the building, reaching their large hands through flaming, shattered windows in search for their next morsel filled you with a certain kind of rage you’d never felt before. You’d recently had that talk with Levi. The whole “children” talk. Whether you both wanted one, and whether it was a good idea to bring a child into this world of death and terror. Maybe that was why you sliced through titan flesh so viciously, watching with sick satisfaction as the beasts toppled and fell before they even knew what hit them.

You fired a green flare, a visual sign for backup as you kept up your attack, growing tired as more large hands replaced the ones you just severed. There were too many, and the screaming from within the building wasn’t helping your sense of panic either. You were trying to stay calm. Trying everything you could to keep your breathing regular. If this was any old titan attack, you’d be fine. But there were civilian lives at stake. Children’s lives at stake. Letting them die wasn’t an option.

Relief calmed your stuttering heart as the sound of gas accompanied by the sick squelch of blades through muscle came to your aid. A small squad of Garrison soldiers putting their cadet training to good use by actually killing some titans. You would have been impressed if the current situation wasn’t so dire.

“Keep them at bay! There’s people in there, don’t let a single titan near this building, understand?!” even if they didn’t know who you were, they obeyed your orders without question. Something about your tone of voice screamed authority, and they knew you were everyone’s best bet at survival here.

Without a second thought, and without even considering the faint cracking of strained support beams, you disengaged your gas, running through the small inferno. Smoke clogged your lungs immediately, and you crouched as low as you could whilst still being able to travel at a reasonable pace. You were listening. Over the roar of fire, you were listening for the panicked shouts and hollers for help. You just needed to find where they were, and you’d get them out. You had to.

You managed to look up seconds before a part of the ceiling collapsed in front of you, prompting you to dodge back. The movement had you coughing, and once you started, it was difficult to stop. Pulling a small cloth from your pocket, you planted it over your nose, hoping to filter out the smoke as you continued your painstaking search. Long hallways lit by the blaze taunted you as you ran into each classroom, searching what felt like in vain. Until angelic, blood-cooling screams graced your ears, and you sped up as much as you could without prompting yourself to pant.

Throwing open the door, you surveyed the class of terrified looking kids, all huddled close to the ground. Tear stained and puffy eyed, they looked to you in fear, and your gaze fell to the teachers keeping them as safe as possible. It didn’t look too bad, if not for the fire that separated the two sides of the room, blocking off their exit and preventing you from accessing them. You were now frantic, searching in desperation for something, anything that could help them escape. Some desks and tables had already been consumed by the flames, but others were almost unharmed.

The structure creaked and cracked all around you, falling debris could be heard outside the classroom as you dragged one of the desks as close to the blaze as you could, gesturing for one of the adults to do the same. You had managed to create a sort of makeshift bridge, although they would have to leap across a small gap, fire licking the legs of the desks, as if taunting you, mocking you. Reaching up to pull you into the flames.

“You have to jump! I will catch you, I promise!” you shouted, heart beating faster than you thought possible as a little girl clambered up onto the desk opposite you, her expression one of utter terror. You held your arms out, cringing slightly as the heat from below engulfed and singed your skin, but you didn’t have a choice. You had already told yourself you were going to save these children, so that’s what you were going to do. Mustering all the courage you had, you wiped your own expression, before producing a calm, reassuring smile. Determination sparkled in your now flickering irises, and you took a step closer to the edge of the desk, the toe of your boot now hanging over the inferno. “Trust me.” you implored, before you saw the girl nod, take a small step back, and leap into your arms.

Instinctively you curled her into your embrace, before placing her onto the ground behind you. The next kid, a smaller, brown haired boy, seemed a little braver, and didn’t hesitate to jump over the flames, colliding into your steady body.

“I have to take two at a time! I’ll be back, I promise!” your voice must have carried to one of the teachers, her wide eyed expression, though nodding in confirmation, silently pleaded you to hurry. You had nine more children to help escape, that and the two adults. Hauling the two kids over your shoulders, you started to run. Smoke and ash coated and burned your lungs, but you didn’t stop. Eyes streaming, you gasped for fresh air as soon as your eyes saw the blue sky beyond. A small crowd had gathered in front of the school, the titans nearby having been eradicated, civilians and soldiers alike stopped to watch in awe of a single woman running in and out of a burning school, collective screams ringing out each time a piece of the building collapsed. Some people yelled at each other to help you, but nobody seemed willing to risk their lives in the same way a Scout would.

It was the commotion that drew Levi to the scene. Word had reached the Scouting Expedition that titans had broken through the wall and were running amok in Trost District. His immediate thought turned to you, worry infecting his mind as he constantly wondered if you were okay, unable to think of anything else the entire gallop back to the walls. He’d already seen enough shit today. Some cadet falling from the nape of a titan skeleton was bad enough, but arriving in front of a burning building just in time to see his wife sprint back inside of that very same burning building was enough to drive him insane. Hange ran up to his side, clearly having seen the exact same thing.

“Was that–?”

“Yeah, it was…” Hange’s eyes flicked from the doorway to Levi’s face, slack jawed with fear as he watched wide-eyed. You’d just run head first into a burning building. You. When he finally managed to tear his gaze from the door, Levi realised what was happening. There were people in there. Evident by the Garrison soldiers providing water and blankets for ashen faced children. Soot coating their little bodies, clothes stained black. Dread pooled in his gut. You were injured. That’s why you stayed behind. You had badly fucked up your knee and needed to rest. His stomach roiled as more screams from the crowd pierced the air, another section of the school collapsing to the ground, rubble and embers piling up as only one section remained. Levi couldn’t wait any longer.

There was no hesitation in his step as he ran forward, only increasing his speed with Hange’s panicked shouts behind him. But the longer he didn’t see you emerge, the more the icy hands of terror gripped his heart. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t–

“Levi?!” snapping out of his hazed trance, Levi looked up to see you, covered head to toe in ash, two kids thrown over each shoulder. Neither of you stopped to say just how fucking relieved you were to see the other. It was all conveyed through your eyes anyway. You passed the kids over to him before cupping his neck and pressing your forehead to his.

“You’re okay…” he breathed, eyes flicking between yours.

“I’m fine. Get these ones out of here. There'll be two teachers next, followed by me and the last kid. Don’t do anything stupid like come back in for me, okay? I’ll be back soon.” you reassured him, briefly capturing his lips in a light kiss before you both turned your backs on each other and ran the opposite directions.

The situation was becoming more and more dangerous by the second. Splinters and shavings of wood crested with sparkling embers continued to fall from the ceiling, smoke continued to swirl from shattered windows and broken walls. Levi didn’t know how long you had been doing this, but he was impressed you hadn’t collapsed. His own lungs strained from the excess inhalation of smoke, coughing slightly as he managed to carry the kids out to safety, gently setting them down with the rest of their class. Now was the waiting game.

Hange came to his side again, offering their canteen of water, but Levi was too focused on the doorway to notice. Everything had dulled slightly. The din around him had faded as he could focus on nothing but the door. You had to return. You had to come back.

The crowd erupted as two adults came running from the building, arms stretched out to greet those who had been waiting for them. But that’s not who Levi was looking for. That’s not who he was waiting for.

“There!” a miscellaneous shout to his left brought him back and spurred him once again into action. There you were, limping badly, a little girl clutched in your arms. His subconscious mind briefly admired how good you looked carrying a kid, before he ran back in to help you. Like earlier, you handed the little girl over to him, but as Levi went to put your arm around his shoulder so you could take some of the weight off your injured knee, you immediately protested.

“No! Get her out first, I’ll be right behind you.” you shouted over the sound of fire and destruction around you.

“I’m not fucking leaving you here,” he spat through gritted teeth, hand still clasped around your arm, but your expression remained steely.

“I’m not giving you a choice. You die, she dies. Get the fuck out of here, I’ll be right behind you, I promise!” Levi lost his grip on your arm as you shoved him forward. He gave himself time to look back as you, brows creased with worry.

“You better be.” he said, before leaving you behind. If there was ever a time Levi doubted his speed, it was now. He couldn’t seem to move swiftly enough, run fast enough. Every step seemed like it was taking another hour. But you were, of course, unable to keep up with his speed. Your knee howled in pain, having to make the jump over the fire yourself since the last girl was too scared. You’d managed to fall and land on it, badly. No permanent damage, but enough to keep you a good six or seven feet behind your husband, a man who you could usually keep up with.

But it was six or seven feet too far.

Levi cleared the doorway, shielding his face as a sudden burst of fire exploded to his right. A shrill scream of your name had him whirling, the deafening crack of solid wood hitting the ground an accompaniment to your pained yelp as you once again jumped back. It was Hange who had screamed your name, a fear like one Levi had never seen raged in her hazel irises as he set the girl down before turning back to you.

Or to where you should have been.

The doorway had caved in, creating a barrier of raging heat and smouldering logs. You were trapped. Trapped in a building that was seconds from collapsing. Levi could see it in your face. Could see the sudden, horrified realisation. The paralysing fear that you were now caught in a web of fire. The panic as your eyes searched for a way out, and the grim resolve as you realised, this was it. And it was that gentle, melancholic smile of acknowledgment that speared his chest.

Time came to a standstill. Everything faded into the background as fiery gold met desperate silver through the impassable doorway. Levi couldn’t breathe, the familiar feeling of helplessness wrapping barbed wire around his windpipe. Feet stuck to the ground, heart stuck in his throat. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t–

“I love you.”

Levi’s breath hitched in his throat as he swore he could hear your words. He lurched forward, arm outstretched, fingers flexing, trying in vain to reach you. A roar of your name ripped from his throat, anguish and grief shattering the moment of stricken peace.

Before the ceiling, and his world, came tearing down, snuffing out the flames, and your life, in a heartbeat.

There were no screams around him, or if there were, he couldn’t hear them. White noise clogged his mind as he could do nothing but watch, stuck staring at the last place he’d seen you.

You were gone.

The woman he’d sworn to protect. The woman he’d given his heart to. The woman who’s finger wore the symbol of his devotion. The future he was going to have with you. The memories he hadn’t made yet, had just been snatched away in a split second. No time to say goodbye. No time to tell you yes, he wanted to have a child with you. Wanted to start a family with you. In this world of death and terror, he wanted to bring something joyful, something brimming with such innocent happiness that he could come home to. He wanted that, more than anything.

But you were gone. A reality he couldn’t accept, not yet.

Where his legs found the strength to run, he wouldn’t question, but he was carrying himself forward. His hands didn’t even register the searing burn on his palms as they began tossing smouldering debris to the side. You weren’t gone. You weren’t. You couldn’t be. No, you weren’t. No. No. No, no, no no no nonono–

Halted in his movements by a pair of arms looping beneath his elbows, Levi felt himself being pulled back and away from the rubble. The rubble you were trapped under. Nothing made sense. No sound was distinguishable. An cacophonous amalgamation of shouts swirled together like an oil spill. Thick, stagnant air constricted his lungs as the iron-like grip around his arms dragged him further away from you. And as quickly as everything had slowed, time sped up again.

“LEVI STOP!” it was Hange’s voice, a voice he knew well. One he could easily distinguish in the sudden tsunami of sounds. Everything was suddenly too loud. Too fast. The smokey stench of death curled around him, taunting him, mocking him. But there was a kernel of hope. A small flicker that he clung onto and held tight. You were alive under there. You had to be.

“The fuck are you doing? We’re getting her out. Now.” His voice held the usual authoritative edge to it, but laced with desperation. Hange didn’t lessen their grip, only held him tighter.

“Levi… there’s no point. She’s–”

“She’s not dead.” he snapped, whipping round to face the morose looking scientist. Their expression slowly dimming the small flame of hope. Anger flared in his gut, eyes narrowing in grief stricken rage. “She’s not fucking dead, but she will be if we don’t get her out. She was right behind me, she promised…” his voice was losing what little conviction he had, expression falling as the reality finally dawned on him. He’d left you behind. He’d abandoned you. He shouldn’t have listened, he should have stayed and helped you. And now you’re gone.

You’re gone.

“I’m so sorry Levi…” apologies were worth nothing. Not when he’d survived and you hadn’t. You’d given your life to save him. And he can’t help feeling every single word you’d screamed at him years ago. This was how you’d felt. He’d forgotten the feeling. Forgotten what it felt like to lose someone so close to him. To lose someone he loved so dearly. He never thought this was possible. Losing you. He’d never even entertained the thought because it was simply too terrifying to think about. But now he had lost you, and he realised there would have been nothing he could do to prepare himself.

Sinking to his knees, the bite of the stone didn’t even reach his numbed mind. Unbeknownst to him, Garrison soldiers had been having trouble keeping people back from the devastation. Your act of selfless heroism had struck a chord with the civilian crowd, and though the likelihood of you being alive was small, they wanted to do what little they could to at least recover your body. With soldiers being tired after a day’s battle, there was nothing they could do when the crowd broke through. Immediately people set to work, wrapping their hands with whatever material they could gather to protect their hands from the heat. Though the fires were now out, a few glowing embers still glowed.

Hange watched with tear glistening eyes, their expression awestruck as they surveyed the situation. Levi too had managed to turn his head. In this world of death and terror, the occasional kindness of humanity mesmerised him. This is what your selflessness had done. You’d brought people together, people who were too scared to move, too scared to help. Through the blanket of agony, a small arrow of pride cut through the cloth. Pride over how high you’d soared from how far you’d fallen. He was so fucking proud of you. So–

“SHES HERE!” any more lacerations to his heart and Levi didn’t think he would survive. They’d found you. From beneath the smouldering debris and rubble, they’d found you. His hope reignited, Levi was on his feet, the crowd parting for him like some biblical figure.

Joke after joke had the universe played at his expense. Death after death, loss after loss, heartbreak after heartbreak. But the weak strained cough from your dusty, bloodied body felt like fate giving back. You were alive. You were alive.

Your lower half was still buried, a beam of solid wood preventing you from crawling to safety, but the slow, shallow rise and fall of your back was the proof Levi needed that you hadn’t left him. You were still here. He didn’t have to say goodbye. Not yet. Levi couldn’t quite work out why his vision was suddenly blurry, until wet warmth trailed down his face. Sinking to his knees for a second time, a tentative hand cautiously brushed bloodsoaked hair from your face.

Cracking an eye open, you struggled to focus your gaze on the familiar yet hazy outline of your husband, head spinning from the crushing weight currently paralysing you from the waist down. You opened your mouth to speak, immediately tasting the metallic tang of blood on your tongue, but before you could say anything, Levi was already shushing you.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, we’re gonna get you out, okay? Just hold on for me, you’ll be out soon, just hold on,” whilst his words and gentle caresses of your hair soothed you, a small smile pulled at your lips when you mentally questioned whether he was trying to reassure you, or himself.

Levi briefly looked up from your face to quickly gage how they were actually going to get you out. Currently, the entire weight of the collapse wasn’t on your legs. But there was a steady creak of wood telling him that soon, the supporting plank will give way and completely crush you. He needed to get you out. Now.

“Captain Levi Sir! We’re more than willing to pull together and lift what we can! But we won’t get another chance Sir! That plank is minutes away from breaking and once it does, we won’t be able to lift the full weight.” Levi closed his eyes for a second as the soot stained civilian addressed him. He needed to separate his emotions. He needed to forget that it was your life at stake, because everytime his mind reminded him, panic flooded his system and he couldn’t think straight.

“Alright, thank you. We have one chance at this, I’m counting on you.” he replied, his voice steadier than it was a few moments ago. Reverting his gaze back to you, you seemed a little unaware of what was going on. Drifting in and out of consciousness, you tried your best to stay awake, but exhaustion was proving that task difficult. Levi’s brows pinched slightly, before once again stroking your hair to get your attention. “Hey, ‘m going to need your help. Can you prop up your upper body for a second? Can you do that for me?” it wasn’t really like you had much of a choice. The only way Levi could gain enough leverage to pull you out without ripping your arms off was if he could hook his elbows under your armpits and tug.

You nodded, slowly bringing your arms from their positions to push yourself up. Only, all and any strength had left you. Your arms wouldn’t work, bones feeling like twigs, muscles feeling like foam. You tried in vain to muster any strength, closing your eyes in defeat as you relaxed your body, accepting your fate.

But Levi wasn’t having any of it.

“Don’t you fucking dare give up. Don’t you dare.” he hissed, lifting your head with a finger beneath your chin. Though his words were harsh, his touch was gentle, eyes filled with steely determination. “I thought I lost you earlier, I thought you were dead. I thought you were gone. We’ve been given a second chance, I am not losing you now, understand?” the haphazard, makeshift support groaned in protest to the weight, spiderwebbing cracks only underlying the urgency in his tone. You were tired. You were hurt. But giving up was not an option. Not now.

You nodded as much as you could, a new determination igniting to life as you grit your teeth. You had never felt heavier, but as soon as you’d managed to elevate your upper body high enough, Levi slid beneath you. Bracing a foot against the wreckage, his hand cupped the back of your head, still unable to quite believe you were still alive. Though now wasn’t the time for reprieve, neither of you could help quickly basking in each other’s presence as you buried your face in his neck.

“Levi–”

“It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine. This might really hurt sweetheart, but you’re going to have to trust me, okay? You’ll be safe soon, I promise, just a bit longer,” he soothed your slightly matted hair, reassurance spilling from his lips before he looped his arms beneath your shoulders. He felt your breath against his neck quicken slightly, anxious adrenaline feeding your heart.

“Ready?!” the same man from before shouted, a whole line of both civilians and soldiers alike had their hands braced on the beam that was currently rendering you helpless. Multiple answers of “Yes!” and “Ready!” rang out amongst the crowd, before the countdown started.

“Three! Two! One–”

“I love you too,” Levi murmured, before his arms tensed around you.

“LIFT!”

Wood and brick tumbled from the wreckage as the entire mountain of rubble was lifted from your body. An agonised scream tore from your throat as blood stabbed a thousand needles into your legs, rushing to rehydrate the veins and nerve endings. A grunt of effort left your husband’s gritted teeth as he dragged you from beneath the debris, using his leverage against the collapse to push against, finally pulling you free.

As if unable to bear the weight any longer, as soon as you were safe, the deafening crash behind you told you all you needed to know, the split of the support beam and the rumble of falling shrapnel making you jump in Levi’s embrace.

But, you were free. And your husband wasted no time in gently adjusting you so you were cradled in his arms, secure within the crease of his abdomen. He held you against his chest, your hand coming up to weakly grasp his bicep. You didn’t realise you were shaking.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. You’re safe. Fucking hell you scared me shitless, fuck.” he muttered, breathing slightly erratic. You could tell by the tone of his voice he was crying. Not that you could blame him. Not when you were crying as well.

“I c-couldn’t breathe, Levi, I th-thought I was going to die, I never thought I’d g-get to see you again,” you stuttered through tears, prompting him to hold you tighter.

“I know sweetheart, I know. But you’re safe now. I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you, I’m so fucking sorry,” you slowly, gently pushed against his chest so you could look up, wanting to show him it wasn’t his fault. And peering into your now shining eyes, Levi saw everything you wanted to say. Your tentative hand came up to softly caress his cheekbone, and though he couldn’t help feeling like he should be comforting you, he couldn’t help leaning into your touch, hand coming up to encase your wrist, holding you against his cheek after being so terrified he’d never feel it again. You guided his head to yours, tiredly raising your head to touch your brow against his, and finally you could breathe again.

A small, calm smile pulled at Levi’s lips, allowing the peace to settle in both his mind and his body. “If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I swear I will just kill you myself and get it over with,” there was nothing in his demeanor that even remotely suggested he would do such a thing. You chuckled weakly, contently resting your head back against his chest.

“Yeah yeah, like you wouldn’t have done the same thing.” you responded, and though exhaustion swaddled your bones, you had enough energy for a spark of mischievous defiance to enter your gaze.

“Tch, I mean it. Don’t fucking do that again,” he reiterated, though clearly amused by your old self slowly returning. In those brief minutes he thought you were dead, he realised he’d never get to see this again. But you’re here, and Levi silently made a promise to himself to always protect you, no matter what. There was a beat of contented silence, before you spoke up again.

“Sooooo, about that kid…” your smile morphed into a sly, toothy grin. Rumbles of laughter vibrated from his chest at your expression, his hand coming up to cup your face, thumb smoothing your ruffled brow.

“You are in no state to bring that up now. Heal up first, then we can start trying for a brat,” and the look on your face was worth everything the two of you had just been through. Your jaw slackened slightly, eyes widening in realisation as his words processed in your mind. Fresh tears welled in your eyes as your smile broadened into something awestruck, searching his face for any sign of deceit and coming up naught.

“Wait, really? You want one? A family?” you couldn’t help confirming what he’d literally just told you, incredulous disbelief swirling in your irises as he just nodded, admiring your expression.

“Yeah,” he brought you into his embrace again, reslishing in your face once again being buried in his neck. “Yeah, I think I do.”

A Silent Night

Hufflepuff!Reader X Draco

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong When she’s just so nice to look at?

I’d never tell No, I’d never say a word And oh, it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

Chapter One     Chapter Two    Chapter Three

Summary: Winter break promises soft moments in the snow and laughter… or does it? There’s a darkness looming ahead and it’s harder to escape now than ever before. It doesn’t help at all with how you two feel about another.

A/N: Alright! Y’all told me to follow my heart so here’s about 7k words of a winter holiday that has fluff and angst. Also She by Dodie was on repeat as I wrote this (the lyrics are above). If you’re like me and need music to read, give that song a shot. Also I 100% stan Narcissa in this chapter. There were a lot more cute moments I wanted to add, and rewrote a lot of this, so if you want a headcanon list of things that were going to happen let me know! (Welcome to Christmas in the middle of the summer)

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Miss Y/n,

It delights me that you have invited us to your home for the holiday. Draco speaks adamantly about you whenever his father is not around. I must apologize for having him keep you from his father’s knowledge. I know it pains him to have to keep you hidden, but I fear at the moment it is for the best.

I must thank you for your understanding and kindness. The burden that he bears is steep and I wish nothing more to see him through it and to keep him safe. You have taken years off of his eyes and heart and now I can begin see my young son shining through.

Draco and I will accompany you for the holiday. Lucius will be away all of the winter holiday and I feel as if it would do Draco some good to see you as it aided him over the summer holiday. I have written a letter to your mother as well, so she is aware. Draco will arrive in the morning of the 24th and I shall join him later in the evening for dinner.

You are a bright and wonderful young wizard with a heart so pure to see what I see in my son. The same thing that keeps us both fighting for him. Thank you for everything you have given. I am in your debt for bringing back my son even for a little while.

Narcissa Malfoy

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I read your recent Levi fic and I absolutely love your writing??? May I request a canon verse Levi fic too? A fic where the reader is Levi's wife and she visits him at the survey corps and a lot of the people are in awe of her and are shocked finding out the husband she's looking for is Levi? Just some funny fluff! Bonus points for the reader being more soft and affectionate in public with him so we have a cute embarrassed Levi LOL tysm!

The Wife

Levi Ackerman x Reader (Mayyybe some Erwin x Reader?)

Summary: : A particularly breathtaking woman has decided to visit, and gossip is strife in the Scouting Legion.

Warnings: SFW / mentions of a miscarriage

Wordcount: 7.1K

Genre: Tooth rotting FLUFF

A/N: EEEKK this took soo long! But thank you for appreciating my scribbles, anon! I try :> Also, I absolutely LIVE for this request, I'm so glad you asked for it <3

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Depending on who you are, Sundays in the Scouting Legion either meant you get to finally have your once a week visit to go home and see your family, or-- if you’re Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Ymir, Christa, Reiner, and Bertholdt-- you don’t have a family to go home to, and so you get to spend Sundays lazing around and keeping post in the Legion’s base.

But it isn’t all too bad! Sundays can be quite eventful if you’ve got a good eye for entertainment. Because where Eren is glad he’s finally fucking free of that bastard Jean’s neighing, the rest of the newly minted 104th recruits of the Scouting Legion get to keep themselves up to speed in the military’s juicy, juicy gossip.

And if they’re lucky, Sundays would let them see scandal unfold! In fact, Ymir can’t tell you how many stories she’s heard of Officers’ mistresses visiting the compound. Or of Officers whose wives just visited the morning before, visiting their mistresses the afternoon later!

For Commanding Officers specifically, affairs are fairly easy to spot since most of them don’t leave the compound even on Sundays, thanks to their mountains of paperwork. No one’s judging them though; they are only human after all. And there is an understanding amongst Legion soldiers that a few trysts with prostitutes—like Squad Leader Zacharias’ happy excursions with a woman named ‘Babydoll’-- could slide every now and then considering their lifestyle. The job doesn’t exactly allow for many long term attachments.

There’s also the matter of figuring out which soldier is sleeping with who.

Did that Squad Leader’s subordinate just stay in his office all day? Not even coming out once?

Or perhaps, who may be secretly married with kids without telling anyone, including a fellow Scout that they’ve been sleeping with.

Maybe a few civilian girlfriends here and there.

Once, Bertholdt had to gently lead out a weeping woman who’s apparently fallen pregnant, and was telling a Scout that the child was his.

Now, Mikasa didn’t give a rat’s ass about it all.

Eren just does his job with an almost impressive single-mindedness, but he reacts every now and then.

Armin tries not get too caught up in it all, but he often ends up being the one to unravel whatever compelling mystery-scandal they’ve got, because of course he does.

Bertholdt just listens quietly, so quietly you can hear him praying to the goddesses that their superiors don’t catch them. But he’s also the one who would end up telling Connie, Sasha, and Jean everything once they come back the next day.

Reiner gives a snide comment or two, always trying to rationalize things before jumping to conclusions. He’s probably the only person who’s actually actively listening to Ymir.

Christa hisses at Ymir to stop gossiping about their superiors’ sex lives, that it’s not right. All while secretly curious about the gossip, but never admitting to it.

And Ymir? Ymir just laughs at Christa, and proceeds to gossip some more. She loves this shit. Lives for it even.

“Oh loosen up! It’s literally my only form of entertainment these days,” she would say.

But there was one riveting piece of gossip that’s got them all glued to every word Ymir says. Yes, even Mikasa.

“I swear I heard that Captain Levi’s got a secret girlfriend somewhere! A particularly young girlfriend, in fact.”

“We’re all but three weeks in the Scouts and already, you’re starting a smear campaign on the Captain,” Christa admonishes.

“It’s not a smear campaign if it’s true,” Ymir quips back.

"Uh huh, and who’s your ‘reputable’ source this time?” Reiner chimes in, shaking out a fresh load of hay for the horses. The cadets have been tasked to guard the main gate as well as the stables nearby for the day’s expected visitors and soldiers going in and out of the compound.

“I overheard my Squad Leader whisper about it.” Ymir’s smug snicker was all Christa needed to pause what she’s doing.

In fact, it made them all pause. If the Squad Leaders were whispering about it, then it must hold water.

Mikasa was the first to speak, nonchalantly going back to her task, “Well, I wouldn’t put it past an officer who would openly beat up a helpless man on his knees just to prove a point.” Eren responded by muttered that he was fine.

“Right? Besides, Captain Short Stack’s in clear need of a good lay!” Ymir guffawed, piling onto Mikasa’s spite. This time, it was Christa’s turn to chide.

“Don’t talk about the Captain like that! It’s not right, Ymir. We’re going to get into some serious trouble because of this.” And as long as it’s Christa disagreeing with something, you best believe Reiner would take her side straight away.

“Christa’s right,” he says, Ymir rolling her eyes at the way he puffs out his chest in bravado. “There’s no reason for us to gossip like hens. Besides,” Reiner grins mischievously to his friends, “I heard Commander Erwin's wife is coming today.”

“And so?” Bertholdt raises an eyebrow at him.

Reiner takes his closest friend in a clutch around his arm. “And so, I heard she’s a hot piece of ass, Bertie!”

Annoyed, Bertholdt shakes him off. “Call me Bertie one more time, and I’ll tell Jean you’ve been fantasizing over the girls he draws.” A threat which promptly shuts Reiner up with a conceding gesture.

“The Commander’s married?” Christa asks curiously.

“And how hot is the wife exactly?” Eren nudges Reiner. Reiner would’ve given the younger cadet the low down if it weren’t for Mikasa’s death glares trained right on Reiner’s jugular.

“Err… I’ll tell you another time, Eren.”

Waving her hands in the air, Ymir intervenes. “Yeah and who the hell cares about Commander Erwin’s babe of a wife anyways—put your hand down, Reiner.”

“And I thought you were a woman of culture,” Reiner grumbled.

Ignoring the blonde man, Ymir continued excitedly. “The meat gets juicier! Seems like Captain Levi’s young girlfriend was his lieutenant.”

There was a collective gasp.

“No.” It was the first time Armin spoke. Ymir nodded enthusiastically.

“Yup! Before Petra, she was the only girl in the Special Ops Squad. Handpicked by our esteemed Captain, of course.” Ymir looks to her friends conspiratorially, her eyes conveying what was said between the lines.

“A-are you saying she… had an affair with her superior?” Armin could barely say the words. Very dangerous words.

“And it seems like the Captain got his favorite pregnant and so she had to be quietly dismissed and sent away. My Squad Leader even mentioned catching her leaving his office well into the wee hours of the night. Even spotting matching hickeys on them both.” Ymir snorted. “Who would’ve thought, huh? Captain Levi? She must be a fucking bombshell for the Captain to even notice her. Or a saint. Because who the fuck wants to deal with Captain Scrooge McShorty? Never thought I’d see the day when I’d hear a woman is actually interested in that midget. But I suppose a rank adds a few inches, eh?”

All while Ymir was yapping along, the rest of the cadets were quiet.

“…So the Captain has a kid?” Eren could barely wrap his head around what he just heard. It just doesn’t check out to him. Captain Levi, for all his singular tastes and dangerous temper, did not strike Eren as the type to take advantage of his young subordinates.

Ymir frowned. “Well. From what I heard, she miscarried.”

Armin was still, “That’s not why she was sent away w-was she?”

In a snap, Christa shook her head vehemently. “Stop that! How can you say those nasty things about another woman, Ymir?! From what I know, Squad Leader Klaus doesn’t have the best track record either, so who is he to judge?!” Christa’s little face was contorted in loathing now. And she was right. Klaus’s reputation precedes him, and it certainly isn’t a good one.

Mikasa sighs, standing by Christa comfortingly. She was no avid advocate for the Captain, but she can recognize blatant misogyny when she sees it. “True or not, talk like that has no room in our job description. The Captain’s personal affairs is none of our business, and frankly,” Mikasa’s face scrunches up in disgust. “I’d rather not know. Let’s just finish up here before the next wave of visitors arrive.”

It was then that a soldier from outside Legion perimeters hollers to the cadets to open the main gate; a visitor was to stable their horse. Bertholdt and Reiner jog to yank open the gates to let in a rider with a lady riding side-saddle on pillion as his passenger.

A very pregnant lady riding side-saddle on pillion, indeed.

Hurriedly, Reiner helps the woman down the moment he saw her condition, being the biggest of the bunch. Once he sets her down in a graceful sweep, very careful to be gentle, Reiner was immediately struck frozen to his spot.

This very pregnant lady was absolutely gorgeous.

Her beauty was only accentuated by the pretty smile she offered the strong blonde soldier, when she beamed up at him with a, “Thank you, Cadet. Would you terribly mind showing my steward where he can stable the horse, as well as where he can rest with some food and drink?”

While Reiner was slack-jawed and stupid trying to formulate a coherent answer, the woman’s steward dismounted and handed the lady a full-looking wicker basket. Most likely bearing treats and food for whoever she was visiting in the Scouts, judging by the wonderful smell of baked goods coming from it. Quickly, Bertholdt and Eren swoop in.

“I’ll stable the horse for your steward, ma’am. We’ll give him some fresh hay, too,” Bertholdt says, already getting a hold of the horse’s reins. He looks to the steward, “If you’ll just follow me, sir. I’ll show where the refreshments and the nearest inn are after I stable the horse.”

And Eren, also already dumbstruck by their new lovely visitor, immediately offered to carry the woman’s basket for her. With an equally charming smile, she thanks Bertholdt, and gratefully hands Eren the basket—whose face blooms into a blush when she said he was too kind.

“She’s… so beautiful. Like, in an elegant way,” Christa quietly squeaks to Ymir who, just as in awe, distractedly replied with a, “Must be the pregnancy glow hormones.”

But something makes her stop.

The woman had a wedding ring.

This wasn’t just any pretty visitor, this was a very beautiful married woman come to visit the Scouts who—judging by the fine horse and the personal steward—must be connected to somebody high-ranking indeed.

“Psst! Reiner!” Ymir nudges at the still stuttering oaf. Her eyes dart to the lady then back to Reiner.

“That’s the Commander’s wife!”

Before the realization fully sunk into Reiner’s ogling face, Armin and Mikasa quickly jumped into protocol.

“I presume you are here to visit your husband, ma’am?” Mikasa asks courteously.

The woman smiles kindly, “I am.” Already expecting that she would have to be escorted to her husband’s office, immediately follows with, “His office is at the Commander’s Corridor in the North Wing.”

In a wordless look amongst the Cadets, the 104th immediately recognized that this lady was indeed who they thought she was at her reply. After all, who else would she be visiting in the Commander’s Corridor of all places?

“Alright, Cadet Braun and I will just go up to inform him that you’re here so that you won’t have to climb all the way up. We wouldn’t you to strain yourself, ma’am,” Armin says, taking the woman’s pregnancy into consideration. But the woman said otherwise.

“Oh, no need for that! He’s a busy man, I understand. And he probably won’t take kindly to you kids disturbing his work. Besides,” she says with a twinkle on her eye. “I want to surprise my husband, considering he hasn’t seen me in months.” A hand smooths over her large belly, telling the Cadets exactly what she means. At that, Armin and Christa especially smile back at her, saying they completely understand.

“But do allow us to go ahead and alert him that you’re here. It’s protocol, you see,” Armin said apologetically. The woman just nods and says it’s all fine, as Armin taps at Reiner before they begin to jog up to Commander Erwin’s office.

Turning back to the visitor, Mikasa tells her that as is also protocol, the rest of them would have to escort her up; also so that they could assist her in her climb up. Hardworking as always, Eren eagerly nods with the basket in hand; always ready to serve, as the woman agrees. And so, with Mikasa and Eren leading the group, Christa walks by the woman right behind the two, as Ymir walks at the tail-end of the group.

~

As they were walking past the courtyard, Christa looks up to the North Wing—the highest of the livable offices in the base—and then looks worriedly to the woman she and her friends were escorting.

“Ma’am? Are you absolutely sure you can climb up? It’s a lot of stairs to the top of the highest office wing. We wouldn’t want to endanger you.” They’ve reached the bottom of the steps leading up to the Commander’s Corridor, cueing Christa and Ymir to flank the pregnant woman in order to support and assist her up; allowing Christa to hold her hand, while Ymir rest a ready hand at the base of her back.

The woman just laughs indulgently. “Don’t worry Cadet, I’m made of tougher stuff than you think.” She winks at Christa.

“I was once a Scout like you, you know.”

“You were a Scout?!” Ymir gasped in surprise. Mikasa gives her a sharp look for the impolite shock in Ymir’s voice. But the woman didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she humored the question.

“Oh yes, how do you think I met my husband? We were in the same squad when we did,” she smiled.

With wide eyes, Eren swivels and starts going up the steps backwards to exclaim, “Damn, you must be really good!” (An action which Mikasa promptly calls out, jabbing him in the side to make him face front.) For her to be a part of the Commander’s Squad, she must at least be an above average soldier.

The woman just gave a modest shrug, “Well, I was already a veteran when I married. So I suppose I was.”

With thoughtful eyes, Christa asks, “It must have been difficult to leave the Scouts. It’s for a happy occasion of course, but I can’t imagine it was ever easy to readjust to a new life.”

The lady purses her lips playfully, her bright eyes looking up in thought. “Weeell, having to be a Scout is pretty darn difficult, I’d say. Especially when I had to serve at the vanguard before I could become a full-fledged veteran. So setting down a Scout’s mantel was fairly easy.” It was a lighthearted but plainly honest answer. Then her face turned solemn. “But I’d say the hardest part was to leave my husband to it all.”

She looks to the young and curious eyes around her. “There’s something about leaving your spouse to the perils of being a Scout that’s terrifying. Knowing that while I’m safely cooped up with his child in my belly, he’s still out there risking his life with no guarantee that he’d make it out alive. It kept me up at night. Especially knowing how truly dangerous those perils are because I, myself have experienced them. And I would wonder, who would look out for him now? Because it was I who looked out for him.” Like a spell broken, she shakes her head, and her brilliant smile comes back to light up her face.

“Yet still, if a little bit of fear and bravery is all it takes to spend a life with him, to be the woman who gets to love him forever, then so be it. My husband is a skilled soldier. I trust that he can take care of himself.”

Christa—and secretly, Mikasa—all but swooned and sighed at how romantic their visitor’s words were. Ymir meanwhile, was eager to hear more as the group was nearing the mezzanine.

“How was it? Dating as soldiers, I mean. I can’t imagine it was particularly welcomed that you were dating the Scout’s top-dog,” Ymir says carefully assisting the woman through the last few steps. The woman wiped at the sweat on her forehead with a kerchief, and took a deep breath; the flight of stairs already getting to her. Still, she gave her usual lovely smile to Ymir.

“The relationship was certainly kept under wraps. People have suspected that I’m dating someone, but they never could figure out who.” She chuckled to herself. “I can’t imagine how not, with the many times I locked myself in my husband’s office to help him with late night ‘paperwork’ back then,” she says with air quotes, grinning at the Cadets’ blushing faces in realization of what she meant.

“And when I finally fell pregnant, and the cat was out of the bag, people couldn’t believe who exactly I was dating either, much less that he’s the father of my child. ‘How could someone like him, be with someone like her,’ they would say,” the woman laughed.

Ymir-- who was positively charmed by their visitor’s warmth and bubbly energy-- scoffed in jest. After all, it only made sense for a lovely woman to fall in love with an equally lovely man.

“Please, you’re a perfect match for Commander Erwin!”

~

Meanwhile, walking along the Commander’s Corridor, Armin and Bertholdt—who joined them on the way after he finished his errand— had the unfortunate opportunity to spend the walk to Commander Erwin’s office listening to Reiner gush about how beautiful that pregnant visitor they just had was.

“The Commander’s one damn lucky bloke!” Reiner moans, a hand rubbing his face.

“Well what did you expect? Have you seen the Commander? Of course he’d have a gorgeous wife,” Bertholdt replies blandly, already tired of Reiner’s constant groaning.

“And maybe it’s best not to lust after the Commander’s pregnant wife, Reiner,” Armin reminds nervously, eyes darting around in case anyone were to hear Reiner adulations.

Reiner sighed, “You’re right. Besides, if I were husband to a woman like that, I’d make sure to get her pregnant. I’d go absolutely feral, I’d tell ya!” Reiner smirks, elbowing a wincing and a grossed out Armin and Bertholdt.

“Shut up Rei, I don’t want that image in my head,” Bertholdt deadpans.

“Okay be quiet now, we’re here.” Armin says, as the three stop in front of the Commander’s door.

Bertholdt went ahead and gave three respectful knocks.

Oddly enough, instead of the usual prompt reply of their usually prompt Commander, the cadets heard a series of muffled shuffling and a few bangs on wood. Then finally, came Erwin Smith’s—albeit slightly strained—baritone.

“Come in!”

Armin could’ve sworn he heard giggling after the Commander’s reply, but Bertholdt turned the knob and swung the door open nonetheless.

To their surprise, they found the Commander with none other than Petra Ral in his office.

“Is it just me or did we interrupt something?” Armin discreetly whispers to Reiner, eyeing the slightly disheveled appearance of their Commander as well as the hurriedly awkward way Petra is combing down her ginger hair.

“Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, Sir. But we’d thought to let you know that you’re wife is here,” Bertholdt announces with a firm salute.

At his words, both the Commander and Petra look to each other with a funny look on their faces.

Confused, Erwin cocks a thick eyebrow. “I’m sorry, who?”

Back at the doorway, the three Cadets blink back. “Err… your wife, Sir?”

It was then that the boys heard a brisk tap on the still-open door behind them.

They pivot to see Squad Leader Miche by the door, smirking at them, and an utterly amused twinkle in his green eyes.

“Sorry to break it ‘ya, boys. But the Commander’s already with his wife,” Miche winked at a peeved Commander Erwin and the blushing ginger girl right beside him. Miche then gives the couple a woman’s name, telling them that she’s here. (He must’ve smelled her in the premises before anyone even had to tell him.)

Extremely puzzled, Reiner looks from the entertained look on the Squad Leader, to his Commander, and now apparently, to his Commander’s wife.

“Then who’s…?”

Before Reiner could finish, Miche simply threw his head back in a fit of laughter, as him and his newest piece of gossip to tell Hange, went on their merry way.

~

At the mezzanine, the woman stops.

“Commander Erwin?”

The woman blinked at the Cadets who have also stopped walking, looking back at her in confusion now.

She then turns to Ymir with a bewildered look on her face.

“Erwin isn’t my husband.”

“What? Then who are you here to—“

“Lieutenant Ackerman!”

At the sound of that unmistakable screech, the pregnant woman whirls and shrieks back.

“Hange!”

Excitedly, the bespectacled scientist ran over to the woman and gave her the tightest—but careful—of hugs. Immediately, Hange started fawning over her old friend.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mrs. Ackerman herself,” Hange says cheekily, as she went to hold her laughing friend’s hands. “Oh, look at you! Oh my goodness, you’re so big!” She exclaims giddily, gently rubbing the pregnant lieutenant’s belly.

Meanwhile, Christa stammers quietly. “D-did she just say… Lieutenant?”

“…Ackerman?!” Eren added, mouth open.

“Hell no.” Ymir gaped. There was no fucking way.

Beaming prettily, you giggled at Hange. “Well, I’m already at my third trimester!” You took a breath, and held Hange’s forearms. “It’s so good to see you again, Hange. I hope Levi didn’t sass you too much while I was gone.”

“Puh-lease! I’d say it’s Levi who’s had his hands full with me and my shenanigans since you’ve been gone,” Hange chuckles teasingly. She then tilts her head towards Eren and sighs dramatically, “I wouldn’t say the same about Jaeger over there, though.”

Now addressing Eren, Hange tells the Cadet, “Thank your lucky stars, Eren! You’re about to have a helluva stress-free weekend now that Levi’s wife is here!”

Still shocked, Eren just nods absently.

“Well, Lieutenant. I’m sure you’re here to see your Captain?” Hange loops her arms around the woman’s cheerfully. “I’ll take you to him! Let’s pass by Erwin and Petra along the way, I’m sure they’ve missed you.”

And off you two strolled, across the mezzanine and up the last flights of stairs onto the Commander’s Corridor, four flummoxed Cadets trailing behind you.

~

Reiner, Bertholdt, and Armin’s bafflement was broken by Petra’s squeal at the mention the woman’s name.

“She’s here?!”

Petra then flies out her husband’s office, the boys quickly getting out of her way. At the sight of her best friend at the end of the corridor, she calls out her name and goes, “About time you visited!”

Lieutenant Ackerman hugs Petra back, and soon enough, the three women were already thrilling about the Lieutenant’s pregnancy. Compliments on how glowing she looked, questions about how far along she was, how she was faring with the pregnancy, and if she had a clue about the baby’s gender flew about in giggles and sighs.

In a moment, Commander Erwin himself has followed Petra out to also engulf his subordinate-turned-good-friend in a warm hug.

~

At the side, Eren was still carrying your wicker basket. When he and the girls finally met up with Reiner, Bertholdt and Armin by the Commander’s office, Eren nudges Reiner sharply.

“She isn’t the Commander’s wife!”

“So we’re finding out,” Reiner grits out. Eren gives out some really painful jabs.

~

“Is it just me, or did your eyebrows get bushier, Erwin?” you tease.

“Shut up.” Erwin quips back, still hugging you. He looks down at you, smiling fondly, and feigning annoyance in his voice. “You’re lucky I missed you.”

When you finally separated, Erwin held your shoulders gently as he glanced to the flight of stairs you just traversed. “How are you and the baby? The stairs didn’t exhaust you too much did they?”

“We’re fine, and the stairs were nothing, don’t worry. I wasn’t handpicked by Humanity’s Strongest himself for nothing, you know,” You beam up at Erwin who was already nodding in relief.

“Good. Levi would kill me if I allowed you to get strained.”

You roll your eyes, “Levi fusses over me whether or not I get strained. But guess what, Commander,” you had a delicious sparkle in your eye.

“I made cake.”

And like a little kid, Erwin Smith gives a small pump of his fist; he’s always been a terrible sweet tooth. While Hange whoops in joy.

Petra looks to the new recruits who were watching the odd scene before them. It isn’t everyday they see their commanding officers act so ecstatic and carefree, after all. Incredibly far from the usual strict fashion their superiors would carry themselves. Commander Erwin, especially.

Smiling, Petra addresses the Cadets, “Look sharp, Cadets. You’re looking at one of the most exceptional sharpshooters in the three Walls! Graduated first in her class and everything. Even precedes me to the Special Ops Squad!”

“And the Scouting Legion’s finest Lieutenant,” Erwin added proudly, to which you only chuckled bashfully at, lightly swatting at his arm.

“But you kids can call her Lieutenant Ackerman,” Hange shrugged, grinning. Knowing exactly how Reiner, Bertholdt, and Armin would take the new information, despite her nonchalance.

And Bertholdt’s answer delivered just the reaction Hange anticipated.

“Wait. Did you just say--?”

“OI YOU RAT BASTARDS!”

Then like the rumbling thunder of an approaching storm, came Captain Levi Ackerman, stomping in with a smirking Miche just behind him.

And absolutely furious.

“What in the actual fuck made you brats think that letting my pregnant wife climb up the stairs was all fine and dandy?! I swear to sweet Sina’s shit, if something happened to—“

But something makes Levi stop in his tracks.

It was you. And oh, what a sight were you to behold.

The last time he saw you, your baby bump was only just showing. But in that moment, when you made that graceful turn of yours to peek up at him through your eyelashes, a playful smile dancing on your lips, Levi was convinced he must have married a goddess. A faerie woman who has quite utterly entranced him in a spell. A nymph who’s sly smile holds many a delicious promise to a simple man like him.

You looked absolutely divine with your full belly. And his wonderstruck burns deeper at the thought that it was his child that your beautiful body was growing; it elicits something primal in him. His wonderfully gorgeous wife was pregnant with his child, and Levi’s entire being ached to be near her. Ached to protect her and their baby; to provide them with everything their hearts desired.

Then Levi Ackerman quickens his pace to a sprint until finally, you were in his arms, safe and sound…

Until finally, he had you wrapped up in a kiss.

Furtively, Hange whispers to Ymir with a grin, “She’s always been the only who could calm him down.”

~

Once Levi was satisfied that he’s kissed his wife enough, he looked to you with warm eyes—warm eyes that no one else would see otherwise, if it weren’t for your presence smiling glowingly back at him.

His hands, so strong and calloused, wavered at your belly; hesitant that they might hurt the precious treasure within. Patiently, your soft hands took Levi’s hard ones—hands that have seen so much violence—and held them against the swell of your belly.

“It’s okay, Levi. Hold your baby.”

He held you so tenderly, so lovingly.

“Next time, don’t take the stairs. I’ll be coming down to you, no matter the time of day. ” Levi admonishes in a low voice, gunmetal eyes serious.

You just giggled at what the Cadets would think to be a fairly intimidating face, “You worry too much, darling. As if you haven’t trained me to be tough as nails.”

It could be nothing else but sorcery, the Cadets think. Absolute witchcraft! How in the world could this tiny woman turn the Captain’s temper up on its head just like that? They were like a tableau of the sun and the moon come together—a bright and bubbly girl, with a cold and aloof Captain. And much like the sun and the moon, one’s lightheartedness bounces off the other.

Now, Ymir understood why the Scouts couldn’t believe who she was dating back then. She couldn’t believe her eyes even as she watched Humanity’s Strongest himself envelop the woman in an embrace! But hey, Ymir was at least right with two things—Captain Levi’s lover is indeed both an angel and a bombshell of a woman.

Suddenly, Levi’s soft expression turns sour.

“I’ve also been filled in by Miche, you brats.” Levi’s menacing eyes flash to the Cadets that have accompanied his wife. A look which has promptly frozen the soldiers into attention.

“What kind of dimwit-loving maggot ate at your brains for you lot to think to bring her to Erwin’s office, huh?”

Briefly, Levi wondered if it was a breach of military decorum to smack these nitwits up the head for assuming his lovely wife was Erwin’s and not his.

The Cadets only stood frozen, not daring to say a word. The Captain certainly wasn’t a man whose anger they wanted to incite; even accidentally.

“Hey, hey, Levi, please,” you speak up, cupping your jealous (and adorable) husband’s cheek to make him face back to you, treating him once again to your tinkling laugh. “It’s my fault, I didn’t exactly introduce myself properly. Besides, it’s for the best. We both know that once you’ve got in me in your clutches, who knows when you’ll let me see Erwin and Petra anymore?”

And with your magic touch, the Captain visibly calms down. A little embarrassed (and blushing) that’s he’s been so easily rendered love-struck by his wife’s laughter, Levi sighs. He reaches to stroke the luscious locks of your hair, “And for good reason.”

Levi glares up at his blonde friend’s grinning face.

“He’s gonna finish up all the cake.”

~

Once the Cadets have been dismissed, you distribute the quaintly packaged boxes of cake to the Smiths, Hange, and Miche. Before you and Levi left for his office, Hange tells you to drop by her lab before leaving so that she can do a check-up on you.

“I know you have a good midwife and doctor back home, but you can never be too sure, eh? I also want to make sure you’re okay enough for the travel back.” She says to you and Levi, something you very much appreciated. You thanked her as Levi, after putting some serious thought into it, begrudgingly promised to bring you over despite the fact that it would leave him with even less time with you.

With an arm around your waist and a hand resting securely on your hip, Levi takes your wicker basket, and leads you to his office at the other end of the corridor. At the back of his mind, Levi knew that news of his wife would spread like wildfire now that the new recruits have met you. But he didn’t mind, because all he wanted was some much needed alone time with his wife.

Even now, on the way to his office, aides and squad leaders have already taken notice of you and the way he was holding you. Stares—both curious and disbelieving—followed them as these poor Scouts wrapped their heads around the fact that their fearsome Captain was being tender to a woman.

A woman who was delightedly telling him about the special carrot cake she made him—his favorite. As well as the artisan jasmine and ginseng teas you got him from Wall Sina. You even brought Levi’s favorite cleaning wax!

But when Levi finally had you behind his office door, all these treats were effectively forgotten. Because in a single husky order from your Captain, he’s got you melting like putty beneath his hands. Moaning his name and whimpering for him to come closer, to kiss you deeper.

And Levi, happily obliged.

~

The next morning when you woke up, your husband was nowhere to be seen. That didn’t alarm you though, knowing full well that as Captain, he often had a full schedule and has always liked to start his day early. So he’s probably somewhere working out, or overseeing training if he wasn’t in his office doing early morning paperwork.

And then something heavenly hits you. Something deliciously heavenly, to be exact.

You heard your stomach rumble, as the smell of butter, maple syrup, and freshly roasted nuts rouse you from bed and into your maternity clothes. With the morning dew still hanging in the air, you waddle across the courtyard to reach the mess hall where all the food you were craving was, when you heard a horse’s familiar neigh.

Looking up, you find Levi looking every inch the battle hero he was, as he gracefully rode on his great steed, Midnight, whom he’s slowed to trot and then finally to a halt beside you.

“Good morning, Captain,” you greet your husband cheekily.

“Good morning, why are you up so early?” Levi asks, thin eyebrows crunched together in concern. You haven’t even done up your hair yet.

Shyly, you bit your lip, and shrugged. “I got hungry.”

At that, Levi’s eyes widened in realization. Already mentally kicking himself that of course his pregnant wife would be craving for some food. He hasn’t lived with you for so long that he’s forgotten to ensure that you had breakfast by your bedside once you woke up.

‘Duh Levi, you dumbass,’ he thinks to himself

Quickly, he swings himself off his horse, and while firmly holding the reins, goes to you. He cups your face with an earnest and apologetic look in his face.

“I’m sorry, darling. I should’ve brought you up some food, you shouldn’t have had to come down.”

You give him a peck, “Shh, it’s alright. You wouldn’t have known which one I was craving for anyways. And exercise is good for pregnant women, Levi.”

Levi looks back to you softly. “Okay,” he concedes. “But you have to kiss me again.”

And so you did.

Passionately. Devotedly.

~

It would have been unmistakable to those who witnessed you and your Captain kiss as to exactly who you were to him. Especially once they’ve noticed your matching wedding rings and your very pregnant condition. And it was nice, you think, to finally be able to wear your heart on your sleeve around the man you love; free and unafraid of judgment after years of secret rendezvous and feigning innocence.

It was certainly a thrill for a young woman like you to have unexpectedly attracted the interest of her handsome, older, Captain. And not just any Captain, Humanity’s Strongest, no less! The flirting behind closed doors, heated gazes across rooms, the innuendos, and the whispered promises; it was all as if your life has turned into a novel.

But you and Levi prefer this—to love unrestricted, and for Levi especially, to care fuck all who saw him kissing his lovely wife.

Yet still, when Levi lead you to the mess hall where many Scouts were already having their early morning breakfast at, you once again felt like the foolish young lieutenant that’s gotten herself pregnant, and even worse, has lost the baby. The stares and whispers following you both as you entered the hall took you back to time where stares and whispers felt like a weapon against you. And for a while, walking into the mess hall was like walking into a battlefield with the way you had to hold your nerves together, and desperately tried not to freeze up.

You felt well and truly disgraced back then. There was no denying the quiet but stifling judgement of seemingly all seeing eyes that trailed the girl who dared let Levi Ackerman fall in love with her. Who dared be as careless as to lose their esteemed Captain’s baby, on top of pretty much being branded as a whore.

Of course, Captain Levi promptly and adamantly married you after you miscarried and were safe enough. Levi was the one who convinced you to at least take a break, if not to retire completely, from being a Scout in order for you to safely have your pregnancies. It would kill him, Levi said, if anything bad happened to you while on the job. And he’d be damned if he’d let even a sliver of a chance where you or your baby could get hurt. Not again.

And so while your ordeal as the Scouting Legion’s newest scandal has long since been a bad memory now, you still couldn’t help but anxiously and unconsciously walk a half step behind your husband in order to hide yourself behind him.

Noticing this, Levi takes your hand, and gives it a firm and reassuring kiss.

I’m right here, it said. You’re safe.

But the dread would soon dissipate, as Levi carefully lead you to a table where his squad was already beaming up at you in greeting, morning coffee in their hands.

“Lieutenant! Good morning!” calls out Eld. He was always a morning person.

“I knew you were here! The Captain hasn’t rang us for paperwork all night!” Oluo jibes good-naturedly.

“How’s the mini-Captain going along?” Gunther added smiling, referring to your big baby bump.

“You mean mini-Lieutenant,” Levi says to his squad pointedly. He’s always hoped for a girl. You once joked to him that he only wanted a girl because he wanted to be able to kick their daughter’s future boyfriends’ asses. Levi scoffed at you then, “No shit.”

You just rolled your eyes, “The baby is going along well, Gunther. Healthy and strong just like their father.”

At that, Levi kisses the top of your head tenderly. He then looks to his men, “She’s too good to me.”

Gunther and Oluo chuckle fondly while Eld just raises his coffee cup in salute, “Cheers to that, sir.”

Once you’re settled, Levi asks you quietly, “Will you be alright? I’ll just go and get your food for you.”

You smile up at your indulgent husband, “Yes, I’ll be alright. I’m sure Oluo’s itching to share me the latest gossip, anyways.” You then proceeded to tell Levi what you want to have. “I want the potatoes with lots of butter, okay?” You all but gave Levi your best puppy dog eyes, knowing that he’d protest at you wanting unhealthy food.

Alas, the Captain sighs in defeat. He can’t say no to what his pregnant wife wants. Especially when she looks at him like that. “Alright, fine. For the baby.”

You beam up and give him another peck, “Thank you, darling.” And off Captain Levi went, with you watching the confident strides of his retreating form.

“Who would have thought, huh?” Eld’s voice breaks your reverie. “That our very own Captain and Lieutenant would be married. With a baby on the way, no less!”

“Yeah,” Oluo chimes in. “Who would have thought-- our lovely Lieutenant and our err… less than lovely Captain,” he says patronizingly. Oluo, perhaps more than anyone, would agree that Levi is an exceptional man. But even he could recognize the funny little couple you and Levi made.

You pointed at him, looking past Gunther’s arm which was pouring you a cup of coffee. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

Soon enough, Oluo and Gunther started telling you the buzz now that the new recruits have met you. Apparently, the cadets have been convinced that Levi was dating Petra. So you were quite a surprise to them. Eld even tells you how some of the recruits that haven’t met you yesterday—Connie, Jean, and Sasha, he said their names were—even walked up to this table this morning with very determined faces, asking if it was all true.

And with that, you and your old squad just laughed, feeling very much at home with the company.

~

Levi decided not to comment on the knowing smirks that the cooks met him with as he requested for extra portions for his wife. Levi knew he was sight to behold— their formidable Captain, gathering as much food as he can for his pregnant wife.

Levi’s used to it all now, the surprised looks and the gaping stares of soldiers at the sight of his undeniably dazzling wife. He’s also used to the confused looks of eyes darting between him, then to his wife, and then back to him, as if the bastards were trying to compute fucking rocket science. And he gets it. Even he has to pinch himself sometimes that this isn’t all a dream; that he’s actually married to the most riveting woman in the Legion.

But as he walked back, tray of all your favorite food in hand, the sight of you laughing with a hand contentedly resting on your belly was all a man like him needed to be satisfied that you’re real. You’re here, you’re real, and you’re his.

Once he’s sat back down beside you, he can’t help but kiss your temple again.

“Eat up,” he says, and it nearly fucking kills him the way your eyes lit up at the sight of the food.

Fucking adorable.

There was once a time Levi was convinced that he would never be one to have a family. That things like that just aren’t meant for men like him. But seeing you happily doing your little dance at how delicious you thought the food was (a truly very funny sight, considering this is Scouting Legion Mess Hall food.) He wonders what other preconceptions Levi had that you, and now your new baby, would be shattering for him.

After all, it was his own little miracle that you chose to love him at all. And at that, Levi has to agree with everyone else—

Who would have thought, indeed.

A/N: I had so much fun with this one, as usual. Maybe too much fun. I guess I'm incapable of writing short fics huh? Also, my inbox has been filling up, and I'm thinking back on writing The Wingman and The Paramour again so I'll be closing requests.

But hey, if you have any thoughts and questions, do hmu! My ask box is always open, and I love talking to you guys. Far better than talking to myself, I'd say. lol.

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Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Thomas x Reader Word Count: 1427 Warnings: none like one swear word I think?  Prompt: “hey, hey calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore” with Scorch Thomas - @lettersofwrittencollective​

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Sitting at the tables in the room they call the cafeteria with Aris, you notice a new group of faces walk in. A couple of minutes later a lone boy walks in and you stop mid chew at seeing his face. A face that you’ve been seeing in your dreams lately, ever since you were sprung free from the maze with Aris and the rest of your friends.

“y/n, you ok?”

You swing your gaze over to your friend and smile as reassuringly as you can “mhmm”

“You sure because you look like you’ve seen a ghost–”

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The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe

Hufflepuff!Reader X Draco

The tricky thing is yesterday we were just children

But now we’ve stepped into a cruel world

Where everybody stands and keeps score

So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard

Every lesson forms a new scar

They never thought you’d make it this far

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Chapter 4     Chapter 5     Chapter 6

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Summary: Planning for something in theory is easy… putting it into practice? That’s where the weak are separated from the strong. 

A/n: Hello my lovelies! So here is the second part to the last chapter!! If I had posted it all at once it would have been over 20k words so… yeah. I split them up. Also, this gets pretty dark and well, we all know how HBP ends… so I guess that’s a warning. And to add, this went in a completely different direction than I planned, but now it’s closer to my original idea so… Let me know what you guys think! Seriously, I thrive on your approval. (Also, I’d like to see if someone notices a MAJOR problem for these two kids… because I barely caught it myself) 

“Oh, my darling boy,” Narcissa crooned, nearing Draco’s bedside. She took his hand though he was in a spell induced coma and could not hear her.

“I’m so sorry Narcissa,” I teared up. “I…”

“Snape explained it all my dear,” She consoled, reaching out for me. “You have nothing to apologize for,”

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Ichor

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader Genre: angst, fluff Warnings: kidnapping, torture, blood, shooting, death, and uh I think that’s it. Sorry guys I didn’t hold back Word Count: 9.8k (is that too long omg this is the longest fic I’ve ever wrote. I’m sorry if it’s too long srhvoehrfvnwoinveg) Summary: (Y/n) could never have seen this coming. Hopefully, the team will have her back like always 

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