Humanities Outcast (Levi x Female Reader)

Gambling

It's been a couple months since the incident. News that Eren Jeager was captured spread like wildfire throughout all the walls. Commamder Hange has been having a tough time keeping all the people tame. The rants and complaints make it hard to sleep at night, so I've been staying up with Levi.

He's been making me do work for him. From easy tasks like washing clothes and making him tea to more difficult ones like paperwork and training the new cadets for him.

"I can't think of anything else that needs to be done right now, so you have some time to yourself," Levi says.

I fidget with the wooden chair in front of me.

"(Y/n), did you not hear me? Leave. Get some air and relax a bit."

"I'm not sure what I want to do," I confess.

His sigh changes into a frustrated groan. "Just get out of the building."

"Okay, okay, bossy."

"Be careful, brat," he murmurs as I exit his space. I'm slightly annoyed by his rushing me. Okay, slightly might be an understatement.

"What an insignificant asshole. I mean, the hell does he care about my time? Forcing me to go outside."

The annoyance at him then focuses on myself. "I should've stayed in his office just to piss him off. Why do I have to listen to that man?"

Then the irritation moves to a nice, warm feeling. "That man is also the person I opened up to and spilled all my secrets to so there's no way I can let him go. He's witnessed too much." I whisper the last part.

"Uhh..." Connie pops his head from around the corner of his horse stall.

I stare at him creepily.

"Don't blame me for hearing all that, you were talking pretty loud," he informs me. "Your pregnancy mood swings really are as bad as I've heard."

"What?" I snap.

"Sweetie, when will you give the act up? It's an obvious view to everyone that you have some devil being in there," Hitch pipes up from the stall next to Connie's.

"Where'd you come from?" I ask.

"I was given some time to clear my head from all those crazy people out there so I came to help Connie with the horses," she explains. Something clicks in her head and she scowls at me. "Stop avoiding the subject! We know you're pregnant. We all gambled on it, too."

"You did what?"

"Ah, yea, a few weeks ago everyone gambled on if you're pregnant or not. You were too busy dusting the second level," Connie tells me.

"I want in."

They blink in shock, Hitch leaning forward against the wood.

"It'll be the easiest win for me," I say. "How much has everyone gambled so far?"

"About five pieces," Hitch answers.

"Then I'll do better than that. Five pieces and one of my knives."

"You mean stolen knives?" she corrects.

"Woah, hold on, really? Those knives can be sold starting at sixty," Connie inputs.

"Seriously?" Hitch looks back at me. "Better have a knife already chosen, then."

I smile widely, eager to get my money's worth off all these imbeciles for assuming I'm carrying a child.

"You'll be biting your tongue when you find out," I say.

Connie and Hitch exchange expressions, nod, then Hitch jogs off. Connie smirks at me the entire time she's gone.

Minutes later, Hitch returns with Hange.

"I've been waiting for this moment!" Hange exclaims.

"What's going on?" I question as I'm being grabbed by the commander and lead into the building.

"She agreed to check you to find out if you really are or not," Hitch explains.

"I stored a special device for this occasion. Ever since we met I knew having one of these on hand was a brilliant idea," Commander says.

Unable to process what is happening, she makes me sit with ease. Hange inspects my stomach and nods. She then opens a drawer from her desk and takes out an instrument. I used to ses doctors use this item on the sick in my hometown.

She holds the cold end of it against the skin under my white shirt and the four of us go silent. After many uncomfortable moments of her lifting my shirt up higher and switching locations of the tool, Hange finally moves away, her head hung low.

"So...?" Connie and Hitch harmonize.

Hange lifts her head to show us tears in her eyes. She smiles softly.

"I'm gonna be an aunt."

Connie shouts in victory, sprinting down the hall and screaming the news at the top of his lungs. Anyone who's in earshot celebrates along with him.

Hitch folds her arms. "I told ya. We'll be accepting our prize tonight at dinner."

.  .  .

The atmosphere when Levi and I walk in the mess hall is one of anticipation.

Everyone's eyes are on us, me specifically.

"Eat your food before you have to consume it from the floor," Levi threatens.

Hitch comes up to us when we take our usual seats across from Hange.

"Do you have your knife picked out?" she asks smugly. She makes sure the other cadets can hear the conversation.

Levi's eyebrow twitches in confusion.

I can't hold it back any longer.

I burst out laughing.

"You...hahaha, I can't..." I wipe the tears away from my eyes then look up at her. "I never told you what I would be gambling for."

Her cockiness drops instantly, craning her neck to the other witness of my bet.

"I actually don't remember her saying which side she was on," Connie comments.

"What gamble?" Levi asks me. Shivers travel through my body as I feel his cold stare on my back.

"Oh shit, no one informed him," Hange mumbles.

"Tell me what the hell is going on," he demands from me.

"I mean it shouldn't be a shock to you since you were the first to bring this up-"

"(Y/n)."

"I'm pregnant," I burst out whining and weeping.

He takes a long second to process everything. This annoys me.

"Why do you need to think about this?! You've been suspicious from the beginning!" I shout.

"I'm gonna be an aunt." Hange smiles, putting her hands together in a prayer form. "I knew I would be blessed with mini Levi's."

"Don't push it or you're not going to be watching it, shitty-glasses."

I slap a hand over Levi's mouth and smile at everyone in the mess hall. "Looks like it's a tie."