One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

A Chain Of Fate [Levi | Reader]

[I]

"Get up, (L/N). Dirt doesn't suit you even if you're a shit."

Your eyes snapped quickly to the raven haired corporal, your sparring parter all but helping you get up in this situation. You knew you were bad at hand-to-hand combat. But with giggling like a girl, the guy didn't fucking show that he was anywhere higher than the dirt he managed to put you in with brute force alone. 

With a sigh, cheeks dusting over ever so weakly with pink due to your superior noticing your third-in-a-roll fail, you got up and dusted yourself, rubbing your sore bottom. You brought your hands in front of your chest in fists, trying to defend yourself - your parter giving you a nasty smirk before stricking for your side with a kick. You blocked and turned defence into attack, managing to catch him off guard with a single punch to the side of the face. 

When pride overwhelmed your insides for finally landing a proper blow on your opponent you lost focus on the battle and the guy kicked you in the gut, grabbing your head with his calloused hands and kneeing you in the face then sweeping you off your feet again and making you fall back into the dirt with a heavy thud and a pained "oof". Your nose hurt like hell and you could feel the blood dripping from it onto your upper lip. 

You heard a sigh behind yourself right after glancing up at the taunting smirk of your opponent. You turned around to look whose that desperate sigh belonged to, facing no one else but your corporal - crouching in front of you with his usual frown.

"Get up and go get cleaned up. I told you dirt doesn't suit you." He stated, getting up himself and glaring ahead at your sparring partner. You furrowed your eyebrows in insecurity, quickly getting up and dusting yourself off then heading for the insides of the building to get yourself cleaned up. 

Five minutes later when you came running back you saw the guy that was supposed to be your partner lying on the ground unconscious - blood dripping from his nose, hand standing in a rather inhumane way by his side. When you looked away from him and your eyes met your corporal's your features softened from surprise and shock into gratitude and happiness as you smiled in his direction and he only huffed.

[II]

"Petra, Lance Corporal said he wanted you to make his tea." The ginger turned around to look at you, a flicker of despair flashing across her amber hues. 

"Right now?" She did look quite busy but you didn't know what to do if she had enough work to keep her away from doing as the corporal had requested. 

"Y-Yeah." You nodded your head and the expression on her face just grew even more desperate, it was obvious she was wondering what to do herself. 

"(Y/N), do me a favor." 

You nodded in return to her words, seeing as she was in a hurry. You could see she wanted to help Oluo with the 3DMG check-up and she had to do her own as well. You have clearly heard earlier today that she was on stable duty with Gunther as well. This was bad for her. You could at least help her right now. 

"Please do Corporal's tea for me. The trick is to leave the leaves to soak before pouring the tea. He likes it with a spoon of honey and a little milk, no sugar." 

"W-Wait, you mean to say I have to lie to him that you made the tea?! But what if I don't do it properly and he senses so? You could get in trouble because of me!"

"I will get in trouble either way it seems. If I don't do my chores it will be worse, though. Please, (Y/N), just this once. I beg you." With a sign in defeat you faced the other way and headed straight for the kitchen, knowing something bad was bound to happen. You couldn't cook for your life just as well. You didn't know if preparing tea was indeed in the cooking department but you would surely understand pretty soon.