Midnight Adventures - Levi x Reader - (One-Shot)

Winter in the Survey Corps HQ was brutal. The halls were always freezing, the grounds outside were wet and muddy, and the fireplaces that were littered around the place didn't really help much. But, it was much worse at night.
The icy chill would creep in through the old bricks, frost would glaze the windows, and the windowpanes would rattle whenever the wind blew.

You awoke with a start, startled to find your bed soaking wet, frost already starting to collect on the blankets above you. Looking around, you groaned in annoyance as you realised that, for the second time that week, the window beside your bed was wide open. Last time it hadn't been so bad, but this time it was raining outside.

“Ymir!” You hissed into the darkness of your dorm. “Hey! Did you open the window again!?”

You heard the girl shift somewhere in the room, groaning quietly in her sleep. Annoyed, you picked up your soggy pillow and threw it in the general direction of her bunk. A disgruntled noise cut through the quiet dorm, and you silently cheered your success at hitting the girl.

“Oi, who threw a wet pillow at me,” Mikasa snapped, waking up Sasha, who was above her.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't Ymir, you thought, shit.

“S-Sorry, Mikasa,” you said quickly, not wanting to face her wrath, “I was aiming for Ymir.”

“Why?” The Asian girl growled.

“She opened the window again! My beds soaking!”

“No one could sleep because it was rattling,” you heard Ymir mutter, stirred from her sleep by the noise in the dorm.

“Actually, it didn't bother me,” Sasha yawned.

“Or me,” Mikasa declared, “what did bother me was getting hit in the face with a wet pillow!”

“Hey, that was (F/N)’s fault, she's the one who threw it,” Ymir argued.

“C-Can you all please stop arguing?”

Great now Krista was awake too. You groaned, slamming the window shut before lighting the candle beside your bed with your tinder box. Your corner of the room took on a faint orange glow as you got up and faced your bed to inspect the damage.
The sheets beneath you were wet, so were your nightclothes (consisting of an old sweater and a pair of thick leggings) and so were your blankets. You pressed your hands against the mattress, sighing when you heard water drip onto the floor beneath it, going through the wooden slats on your bunk.

“Hey, Mikasa, I'm sorry I woke you,” you said slowly, “but since you're already awake, do you think you could give me a hand moving the mattress?”

“Moving it where?” She asked, already getting out of bed.

“Just moving it to lean against the wall to try and air it out a little.”

While you had been talking, you'd already stripped off the blankets and sheets, dropping them in a pile on the floor. Mikasa began to move the mattress, you went to help but she waved you off, claiming that she was fine on her own, and stood it up against the wall beside your bed. You grimaced as you watched a puddle already start to form beneath it.
Damn Ymir…

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Mikasa went back to bed while you changed out of your wet clothes. Unfortunately, all you had to wear that would be suitable to sleep in was a pair of shorts and a vest, which wouldn't be very effective against the cold. You grabbed your sheets and blankets, balancing them in over one arm while picking up the candle with your free hand.

Quietly, so as not to disturb the boys sleeping in the dorm next door, you stepped out into the hallway. Goosebumps began to creep along your arms and legs as you walked, using the candlelight to guide you to the laundry room. You planned to drop off your damp things and grab a spare blanket, maybe you could find somewhere to sleep for the night since you couldn't do anything about your mattress until morning. If it came down to it, you were willing to go torment the boys until they agreed to let you share a bed with one of them, which wouldn't be too difficult since Reiner was always saying that he wanted to ‘sleep with you.’

Ymir had snickered when you'd told her, patting your head and telling you that it was almost cute how innocent you were, whatever she meant by that.

Eventually, you arrived at your destination, dumping your things with the other dirty laundry before quickly scanning the room, looking for a spare blanket.
After opening the various cupboards in the room, you eventually found what you were looking for…

Sitting on the top shelf of the highest cupboard in the room.

Now, this wouldn't have been a problem for someone like Mikasa, who was pretty tall, but for you, it was going to be a workout just to grab it. With a sigh, you put your candle down on the counter before climbing onto it, balancing on your knees as you reached up, fingers barely brushing the soft fabric of the blanket.
For a moment, you considered going for a wander around HQ. One of the higher ups were bound to be on night duty, where they walked around and made sure that everyone was in bed and that nobody was trying to sneak out. However, you quickly decided it was best not to, you didn't want to get in trouble for wandering the halls so late at night.

So, you stayed there, fingertips just brushing the fabric you were so desperate to cover yourself with. If you were just a little taller, you'd have grabbed it by now.
Slowly you tried to stand up on the counter, determined to just grab the damn blanket on your own!
Unfortunately, your candle suddenly went out, having burned down to the point where the wick was practically swimming in hot wax. Surprised by the sudden darkness, you lost your balance, falling back.
You closed your eyes and did your best to shield your head as you fell towards the cold, tiled floor, bracing yourself for impact.
However, to your surprise it never came.

Instead, you felt your body being grabbed by a pair of strong arms. Slowly, you moved your arms away from your head, opening your eyes to see who had saved you, but all you could make out was a faint outline in the darkness. The mystery person dragged you up until you were on your feet.

“Tch, shitty brat.”

Oh, no…

Suddenly, light filled the room, the source coming from a candle being held by your saviour, the last person you wanted to be caught by while wandering the halls.

Lance Corporal Levi stood before you, a glare on his face as he examined you. You knew he was going to ask why you were out of bed so late and he would probably make you clean something for the rest of the night as punishment. But he was going to glare at you for a while first, just to make you uncomfortable.

“Cadet, do you really think that is suitable sleeping attire for winter?” He asked, his glare never leaving you as he looked you up and down.

You shivered a little as his eyes moved up your body, cheeks burning red as you realised you were practically in your underwear in front of the man you'd had a crush on for the past six months. You opened your mouth to answer but, before you could speak a word, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you forward, so that you were literally inches away from him.

“Oi, brat, why is your hair wet?”

You hadn't noticed before, possibly because you were too tired to, but now that he'd pointed it out, you could feel damp strands of (H/L) hair brushing against your skin.

“Um, sir, it's because one of the girls in my dorm opened the window in our room,” you explained quietly, “it's right above my bed, sir, and the rain-”

“The rain soaked your bed?” He muttered, finishing the sentence for you. “Fine, follow me.”

He didn't really give you much choice in the matter, dragging you out of the laundry room and towards his office, pausing only to bang on the door leading to Squad Leader Hanji's office, shouting that it was time for her to take over night duty and that she needed to get her ‘shitty ass’ out of bed.

The door to the Lance Corporals office was pushed open and you were all but thrown inside, stumbling slightly and catching yourself on the desk before you could face-plant the floor. You were expecting a scolding, however, Levi instead walked over to the door that presumably lead to his bedroom, before entering and slamming the door behind him.

You shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, waiting for him to return, which didn't take long.
You cursed your stupid hormones as your face invented a new shade of red at the sight of the Lance Corporal as he returned to the office. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, showing off his toned body and it took everything you had to tear your eyes away from the sight, choosing instead to look at the sparklingly clean floor.

“Here,” he said quietly, throwing something at you.

You caught whatever it was and held it to your chest, looking down to see a thick sweater and a pair of…


Were those his boxers!?


“Go change,” he ordered, nodding towards his bedroom.

“Y-Yes sir,” you stammered.

“Levi..”

“Huh?”

“Call me Levi when it's just the two of us,” he grumbled, “none of that ‘sir’ shit.”

“Yes s-Levi..”

You quickly ducked into his room, grateful that he hadn't mentioned the outrageous blush that covered your entire face. Working quickly, you slipped on the clothes he had given you, his scent drifting off of them and making you feel somewhat calm.
Like his office, Levi's room was completely spotless. Your eyes wandered to the large bed in the room, and you couldn't help but envy the fact that it was probably a lot comfier than the bunks back in your dorm.
A sudden knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Are you done in there or what?” Levi barked through the thick wood.

“Yes,” you said.

The door opened and he walked in, closing it behind him. Your mind was going crazy. Here you were in the Lance Corporals bedroom, alone, with the Lance Corporal himself.

“Sit,” he instructed, pointing at the bed.

You did as he asked, sitting on the edge while you watched him grab a towel that was sitting on his nightstand, one you hadn't noticed before.
He settled himself behind you, bringing to towel to your hair, rubbing at it while being surprisingly gentle. You just sat there, completely still as he got to work.

“Tch, if you get a cold, it's your fault.”

The feeling of someone playing with your hair was something you'd always enjoyed and, though drying it technically wasn't the same thing, you could help but relax into the usually intimidating Corporal. Your tiredness was beginning to get the better of you, you could even feel your eyelids growing heavy as you fought to keep them open.
You didn't even react when Levi gently moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You're staying here tonight, (F/N),” he whispered.

Surprised that he'd called you by your first name, you turned your head to face him, ready to argue that you should go back to your room, ready to tell him that you didn't want to be a burden, but he'd already guessed that you'd do that.

As you turned your head, you were startled when a pair of slightly chapped lips met your own, Levi's hand coming up to cup your cheek, stopping you from turning away. His lips moved against yours and you couldn't help but return it, hesitantly moving your hand to the back of his head to pull him closer, fingers grasping his silky, ebony locks. You whimpered when his tongue ran along your bottom lip and you gladly parting them, allowing his wet muscle to claim your mouth. He pushed you back, down on the bed and hovered above you, never once breaking the kiss.

It's too bad that a pesky thing called oxygen was needed. The two of you broke apart, your mouth slightly open, your breath coming out in short bursts. Levi laid down beside you, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm body.

“You intrigue me, (F/N),” he murmured, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. “I would like to get to know you better, so, with your permission, I would like to court you.”

A small smile found its way onto your face as you tiredly nodded your head, agreeing to his request. As you finally let yourself succumb to sweet allure of sleep, Levi shifted slightly to blow out the candle on the nightstand, resting his head in the crook of your neck, happy that he could finally call you his.





The End.