Don't Die - Levi x Reader {Book 1}

Chapter 18

(Y/N) hurried through the corridors of the castle, anxious to inform Levi of her success. Erwin had placed his trust in her and then sent her back to training after mumbling something about getting back to his paperwork. (Y/N) giggled as she remembered how flustered he'd been after she'd embraced him. Apparently, the Commander of the Scout Regiment wasn't used to hugs.

(Y/N) smiled as she broke out of the confines of the castle and into the dying sunlight of the day.

The sun was dangling above the horizon and (Y/N) realized that training would be ending soon. Hoping to catch Levi before everyone headed for the Mess Hall, (Y/N) increased her speed.

Her feet padded against the worn dirt and (Y/N) went over a small hill as the training field came into view. However, the smile that had been there just seconds before quickly faded to an expression of aggravation and irritation.

Just below, Flagon was visibly yelling at Levi, though he was still too far off for (Y/N) to be able to make out his words. But whatever he was saying, it wasn't good. Levi's muscles were coiled and he looked like he was about to pounce.

If anything, (Y/N) was annoyed by Flagon's arrogance. A part of her hoped that Levi hit him, just to make the Captain shut up. But, (Y/N) couldn't let that happen. If Levi struck a superior officer, even she couldn't protect him.

Taking off at a brisk walk, (Y/N) approached Flagon from behind. Levi saw her coming and she shook her head, signalling to him to ignore Flagon. However, just at that moment, Flagon opened his mouth to spew even more hateful words, along with a raised fist.

"You ignorant punk! Listen to me when I'm speaking!"

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as Flagon's fist sailed through the air, headed straight for Levi's left cheek.

Frantically, (Y/N) leaped forward and gripped Flagon's forearm, bringing his swing to a stop mid-air.

"Captain." (Y/N) voice was low and threatening, obvious warning in her tone.

Flagon whipped his head to the side, finally noticing (Y/N)'s arrival. He was speechless, his mouth opening and closing hopelessly. (Y/N) eyes held all the malice in the world and the crushing grip that she held on Flagon's arm was enough to make him stumble back, half out of pain and half out of fear.

"W-What do you want?!" Flagon finally found the courage to speak and attempted to nonchalantly rub his aching forearm.

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, her features a mask of cold stone. Heat raged through her body and tightness coiled in her muscles. Flagon had been about to hit Levi and the very idea of the stupid Captain laying a finger on him made (Y/N)'s bones quake. However, she couldn't allow her fury to erupt: that would only cause more problems. Instead, she put on the emotionless mask that she had perfected over the years. Lately, it had been coming in handy quite often.

"Captain, I suggest that you lower your voice and take a look around you."

Heeding her words, Flagon glanced around him. Several of the other groups had stopped their training to watch the fiasco before them. Many of them had shocked expressions and some were whispering to each other under their breath.

Realizing that his own reputation was at stake, Flagon did as (Y/N) had advised and quieted his voice.

"Fine. But you should be in just as much trouble as these three thugs. You ran off against my orders." Flagon was hissing under his breath, his displeasure seeping through with every word.

(Y/N) raised a disinterested eyebrow. "I'll have you know that I just went to see Erwin. He's decided that the recruits are to be given a warning with no punishment. They are not familiar with the Corps rules yet and they were sick this morning. They didn't know that they were required to report their illness."