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A light tip tap of the rain on Levi's window is what wakes you up at 3:30 in the morning. When most of the city is quiet save for the man next to you with a laptop over his thighs, the blue light reflection bouncing off of his glasses as your own eyes squint to adjust.

It's not uncommon for him to be awake at this time of night, often working into early morning because that's when it's easiest for him to focus. He turns to you, features softening over the hardened expression of concententration.

"Did I wake you?"

"Nah," you yawn, nodding your heavy head towards the window. "Rain."

He hums, resuming his typing with one hand as he smooths the blanket over your shoulder. "I have some disposable earplugs."

"no, no. Could you just...keep doing that?"

"Mm?'

"Your hand feels nice there," you tap the top of his knuckles, feeling them flex slightly out of instinct. He resumes the strokes up and down your upper arm, his nails just barely grazing through the blanket in a soothing pattern that serves as a silent lullaby.

"Like this?" There's amusement settling in his question. You're too tired to be indignant about it, offering a chuffed affirmation instead. "So cute."

It's uttered under his breath, under the quick typing and increasing pitter patter of the summer rain against the window, but you still hear it.

"Sleep, sweetheart," he says in that same baritone, laced with a sense of fondness that only you've managed to earn from Levi.

"Don't forget to sleep too," you chide gently, curling up next to him as he gives your shoulder a squeeze. His reply is the vocalized equivalent of a roll of his eyes, but he appreciates the care you put into the gentle command nonetheless.

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Levi taking up beading after the war. He's still getting used to the technicalities of his injuries and the new limitations they pose in his life, so he starts looking for ways to keep his hands busy.

Pottery is too messy and strains his back. Knitting and crocheting test his patience just a bit more than he'd like. Baking bores him as he spends enough time in the kitchen as it is in his tea shop.

But beading seems to have hit a sweet spot for him. It's simple enough, keeps his mind at work, and you seem to enjoy it as well. That makes it all the more enticing to him.

He's meticulous about his work. Levi doesn't have a collection of beads; he simply buys what he needs— what he thinks you'll like. He was never one for bright colors, but they look so lovely on you.

The memory of you frowning because you didn't have nice earrings to match with your new dress lingers at the back of his mind. Just a week later, he'd gifted you a new pair of earrings that perfectly complemented the outfit.

He scoffs at himself lightly. Humanity's Strongest spending his new life making silly little trinkets and accessories? It sounded almost ridiculous.

But the twinkle of joy in your eyes, your soft gasps of surprise, and squeals of excitement makes it all so, so worth it.

[dwchtjiminah]

𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓.

After all, neither one of you wanted someone to hear your sweet moans — or the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin — and open the door, right?

Sorry, but he didn’t expect to end up fucking you over his desk right now, and he forgot to lock it. And he definitely wasn’t going to stop thrusting into your pussy to get up and go do so.

Your body trembled with need, beads of sweat appearing across your forehead as you fought to hold back every moan and whimper.

But he fucked his cock in and out of you roughly with every single snap of his hips, and when you finally came around his large dick, you couldn’t help but shout his name.

“Be quiet,” he demanded, placing his large hand over your mouth. “Don’t want anyone to walk in and find out that you’re not the good girl you pretend to be, right, sweetheart?”

You nodded obediently.

Even so, with your muffled moans, tight cunt that milked him, and your juices soaking his thighs, he didn’t stand a chance.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his hand still covering your mouth.

Increasing his speed, he thrusted harshly until he finished inside of you, and he couldn’t help but moan over and over again uncontrollably. He had never gotten so loud before.

“Oh fuck,” his breath hit your ear, and using the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth, he gripped your thigh as he fucked his cum in as deeply as possible. “Damn it, you feel so good — so, so good.”

When he finally pulled out, breathing heavily as he leaned down a bit to kiss you deeply, someone knocked on the door.

“Hey,” they said, their voice laced with concern. “Everything alright in there?”

♡ Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto, Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke Uchiha ♡

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Levi comes up beside you, hand sliding over your waist to rest on your hip and hold you close.

"I don't know how to approach this so I'm going to break it down." there’s a hint of apprehension in his voice.

"Uhh, okay?" you're confused and look up at him to give him a look.

"You know I respect you right? and that I know you're not an object?" he waits for your answer.

A huffed laugh leaves you, "Yes? why, where are you going with this?'

"So thats been established. I don't see you as an object to possess or own?” another pause for your acknowledgment. " I just want to make that clear because I don't want to say anything that's gonna make you think that I own you or-

"Levi, what are you talking about?'

"There's a guy over there," he nods his chin in the direction of said man. "Who has been staring at you all night and I really don't like it and I wanted to talk to you about it but I didn't want you thinking I was being possessive. I just don't like the way he is looking at you, like he wants to own you or something but you belong to - wait never-mind, I just don't like it."

"Levi?"

"Yes, love?"

"Do you belong to me?"

He pauses for a moment to really think about how to answer you. "Yes, I think I belong to you."

"And do you think I belong to you?'

"Well, I like to, I hope you do."

"Then I do."

"But you know its not in a toxic way, I'm not being controlling.”

"Yes, baby I know, but for all intents and purposes, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

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Your back is pressed to his chest, his face buried in your hair. Peaceful breaths brush past your lips, your shoulders rise and fall. Levi wakes up first, reluctant to peel off you. The white gown is crumpled on the floor, his bow tie hangs from the doorknob. With a light flush grazing his cheeks, he recalls the events of last night, curling toes, forehead to forehead, the exchange of afterglow kisses, the giggling and whispering until your eyes drifted close. This can’t be a dream.  You’re here, cocooned, and safe in his arms, the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes.  

He reaches for your hand under the blanket and the cold metal is the there, bracing your ring finger.

Wife.

His wife.

The only fool who’d take him as husband. The only one who could see through his eyes.

If only he could tell you. His vows dripped from him in a stutter and flustered mess.

He loves the finesse with which you do things; he loves your smile, your velvety laugh, the spark in your eyes when you talk about your dreams, your superpower to see the good in people.

You deserve the best of this life, everything, and he promised to give you all of himself so that you will never miss anything.

You stir in his arms, groaning as you hang from the end tail of your dreams. A weak chuckle bursts from him, and he nose-bumps you on the head, dropping I love you’s to your ear.

"It's too early."

"Go back to sleep." he coos.

"You're not leaving, are you?"

He holds you even tighter. "Never."

[dwchtjiminah]

TELL ME || Levi A.

even during the battle to end the rumbling, levi can’t help but think about you.

“Tell me, Y/N . . . Are you proud of me? Or are you disappointed? Did I fight hard enough? Could I have done more?”

Unanswered questions continued to appear in Levi’s mind as he glanced down at the blood splattering onto his fingertips, dripping from his mouth.

“Will I see you again someday? How long do I have to wait until I can know the answer to that?”

The pain in his leg was horrific. Awful. Indescribable — there weren’t any words in existence that could accurately detail the burning, aching sensation that made him wish he could chop off his own leg to escape the misery.

Even so, as one or two of his comrades held onto his limp body — he couldn’t tell who or how many, thanks to his blind eye — he did nothing but cough up blood.

“If I died today, I wouldn’t mind. Not if I get to see you again. I promised you that I’d always keep fighting — that’s what I said, right? I wish I didn’t make that promise, because I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired . . .”

As Levi rode on the back of Falco’s winged titan form, he realized something.

The pain in his leg was nothing compared to the agonizing heartache he felt every second of every day since he watched you die.

He hated himself for falling in love.

He hated himself for not being strong enough to save you.

Being known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier felt like an utter joke. Like he was being mocked.

It was all he could think about as he looked down at the kids — no, they were adults now — fighting titans on Eren’s skeleton-like form, desperately attempting to stop the rumbling.

It was like he raised them. You both did.

But you didn’t get a chance to see them grow.

If you were still around, you would have known that Connie did indeed get taller. You won that bet. Levi owed you a new tea set, as he thought that the hilarious kid would stay the same height forever.

You didn’t witness Armin start to come out of his shell a bit, either. He was the commander now, could you believe that?

The shy kid who you thought of as a son — who followed you around like a lost puppy during his early days as a scout — was now Levi’s boss. And the colossal titan. How silly.

Jean had turned out to be a great leader as well, fighting for humanity instead of for himself. You would have been proud.

He only grew out his hair because you weren’t around to help him trim it. He could do it on his own, but he didn’t want to. Not without you.

Mikasa was exceptional then, and she was exceptional now. You were the only person she trusted to wash her scarf whenever she was too busy to get around to it.

Reiner and Annie were fighting too.

Everyone was fighting. All to stop the rumbling.

Even if it meant killing Eren.

“Could you do it, Y/N? Could you have helped us take Eren’s life?” Levi wondered.

You wouldn’t have supported the rumbling. That was a fact. Even so, you adored that kid, almost as if you were possessed by Carla’s ghost.

And he adored you too.

Your death was one of the horrific events that pushed Eren to this unspeakable point.

Both Eren and Levi witnessed it.

A titan snacking on your body as if you weren’t a person, but grapes at a picnic. Both of them were too weak to stop it.

They could only watch. Watch as you were eaten alive.

—

When the fight ended, your face was among the many ghosts staring at Levi. His old comrades were all satisfied. He didn’t have to fight anymore. He could just live.

But he couldn’t rest.

That came later. It came when Levi was an old man, sitting alone in his wheelchair at his favorite place in Marley to stare out at the glistening water with his one decent eye.

Old age claimed his life as the sun started to set, its beautiful orange rays shining over the water.

And you were waiting for him. You and all of his old comrades.

He pushed himself right out of his wheelchair. He could walk again. He could see again. He was young again.

His wrinkly skin melted away. His gray hair was once again black. His scars no longer existed.

Slowly, he walked towards you, the love of his life. The person he never got a chance to grow old with. Start a family with. Experience peace with.

When he wrapped his arms around you, holding you after so many years of trying and failing to remember what it felt like to touch you, he knew that he could finally rest.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LEAVING LIPSTICK STAINS ON LEVI

fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words

“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss. 

he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live. 

cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.

he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.

“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.

“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.” 

a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.” 

“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."

normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks. 

levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”

you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice. 

levi makes his way towards the door. 

“levi?” 

he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t. 

but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought. 

you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.” 

he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”

within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting. 

he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter. 

no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle. 

levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess. 

their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say. 

his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first. 

“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.

armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”

levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red. 

he should've known.

“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.

“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."

levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you. 

“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”

eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice. 

or so he thought, anyway.

historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness. 

“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”

levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.

eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned. 

it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety. 

“how long have you been together?”

“does she actually like you?” 

“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.” 

“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.” 

“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.” 

"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.” 

“five—” 

a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.

levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.

even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.

he’s never been very good about hiding it anyway.

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Levi eats pussy like a starving man to the point where his jaw starts to hurt. He has you spread open on the desk, your leg on his shoulder as he grips your thigh with his hand. His thumb gently rubbing your clit, his tongue moving skillfully against your wet folds, he has slight subtle in his face that rubs against your pussy with each of his moves. Grey eyes look up at you as you squirm, your hips bucking up, moans escaping your puffy lips. "Good girl, you like this don't you?" His thumbs rubs your clit faster, your legs threatening to close around him and he groans. "Keep those pretty legs spread, baby. I am not done with this pussy yet."

He keeps eating you put until you cum on his tongue, your back arching, your fingers tugging on his hair tightly. But Levi doesn't stop even when you cum, he laps on your cunt and then licks a stripe up to your clit. He pulls away for a bit, just admiring the way your swollen pussy is twitching under his gaze. "Fuck yeah. So wet for me aren't you?" He dives back in, his mouth sucking on your clit gently as his hands spread you further. He has your wetness srippind down his face, his jaw is getting tired so he leans his head on your inner thigh, giving your pussy gentle licks. "I can never have enough of this pussy. So fucking good." Levi kisses your inner thigh before brining his tongue to your folds again and starts to eat you put more roughly. This time he doesn't stop until you suirt and you go puddy in his hands.

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Not ready-D.M

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x pregnant!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, war, dead parents, birth and pain.

A/N: hello loves, in this fic, Draco doesn't have access to his family wealth and money, but he works for his money along with y/n <3 yeah yeah annoying right?

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“Yeah- Jesus, Dray give me space.” You breathed heavily, pushing him away with a light chuckle as the end of a contraction rippled through your body. “It’s not bad. It might be false labor again.”

“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, fidgeting his feet, not able to stand still. “You’re a week overdue. I think this is happening.”

“I think my opinion on that is more valid than yours.” You huffed, leaning back on the couch and kicking your socked feet up on the coffee table. “And I say, baby isn’t coming today. I don’t feel it.

He rolled his metallic eyes at your stubbornness and sat beside your kicked up feet, patting your purple socks and giving them a squeeze. “You ready to be a mommy?” He gave you a playful smirk.

You hummed through your teeth, relaxing from the previous uncomfortableness. “Are you ready to be a daddy?” You gave him a look

You both gave each other uneasy looks with sly smiles, looking down at your belly. “I’m excited to finally meet her.” His veiny palm went to your navel, rubbing softly. “You have a connection with her that I don’t. I hope..I hope that we’ll be able to bond.”

You placed your hand atop of his, guiding it to a foot that was prodding your side. “You have a connection, Draco. Trust me. I’m the one who’s carrying her, remember? I’ve got a junior miss Draco Malfoy in here.”

He laughed genuinely, leaning down to give your tummy a kiss. “Hurry up, okay? Daddy wants to meet you.”

Nine months ago both you and Draco thought your lives were going to be ruined by the accidental pregnancy, but now, the two of you couldn’t be happier. Your lives were now extremely domesticated. You owned an apartment together, worked jobs and owned your own vehicles. You were even engaged. The boy who didn’t have a choice, the former death eater had grown up. And it was only because of how much he loved you. His friends often made fun of him in the beginning, teasing him for how much he’d changed, when in reality, he hadn’t changed all that much.

The beginning of the pregnancy was hard for both of you. Draco had a lot of unresolved trauma from his own childhood, making him doubt his abilities of a father. If it hadn’t been for Narcissa, you weren’t sure if he would of been able to snap out of it. And then you had your own doubts about mother hood, and you had no mother to help you through your curiosity, but Draco was there for you. It had been you two since day one. You leaned on each other and took care of one another. You were just adding another number to the bunch.

You lived in an apartment complex in Diagon Alley. Rent was surprisingly not terrible, and with two paying jobs, you were both able to keep bills caught up and ready your daughters nursery. He’d wanted to do it himself, but you said no, so he left the decorating to you.

It was a year and a half since the battle. The wizarding world had healed itself and so had you and Draco after having to endure that night. His dark mark faded a little more within the passing months, but they’d always be there. It was okay, though. He didn’t let them bother him anymore. And after that, it taught him a lot about the things he thought were important to him. More so, what wasn’t important to him.

After surviving that night, he cared less about society and the pressure to please his father at all costs. It taught him that if he didn’t have you, he didn’t have anything. He didn’t have purpose. Some had not been so lucky. And some barely ever spoke again or wasn’t the same anymore, and it was hard for Draco to watch his classmates or even friends suffer so badly. It only made him treasure you and your well-being more.

Later that night, Blaise, Theo and Goyle were over at your apartment having pizza and playing with Draco’s pool table. They didn’t even know how to play right, but they still had fun with it. Your contractions were coming about once every hour, but your water hadn’t broke. You were beginning to think Draco may be right. You busied yourself cooking over the hot stove, flipping hamburgers for your guests. Normally, Draco would cook since you didn’t like the heat, but you were trying to busy yourself as to not think about your growing contractions.

You’d taken this whole pregnancy like a champ. You barely had mood swings and only occasionally morning sickness. You didn’t complain like he figured you would. Of course, you had your days, but you aced this nine months. But now, you weren’t feeling so confident. And just at the thought of it, you felt an ache in your back that made you freeze and grip the stove. “Fuck.” You groaned, gaining the attention of the men.

“What? What?” Draco panicked, running to your side. “Is it another one?”

You groaned and nodded as you bent over, breathing sharply as he held you up. “Fuck.” You spat

“That’s another one boys!” Draco beamed, pulling you up as the pain subsided. They didn’t last long, but you knew that would soon change. “How close are they now? Like…every forty minutes, right?” He guided you to sit at the table, pulling a chair out for you.

“Yeah, I think.” You nodded, holding your swollen belly.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be uncles, man,” Blaise shook Goyle and Theo’s shoulders, hopping once in place. “Pansy is so excited for her next visit so she can see her.”

“Well, I’m glad everyone’s thrilled.” You teased, pushing Draco back so you could try to stand

“Woah, woah, you need to sit down, love” He grabbed your shoulders, trying to usher you back into your seat.

“I’m fine, Dray.” You patted his chest. “It could still be false labor. You’re worrying over nothing.” He let you pass with a creased brow as you went back to your food.

“How do you know when it’s time to go to the hospital?” Goyle lined his pool stick with an eight ball.

“When her water breaks.” He glanced at you over his shoulder, watching you carefully like you were made of glass. “If we can go after midnight, though, our insurance lets us have two free nights at the hospital.”

You were the one carrying this baby, and you also knew that this was not false labor. It was the real deal, and you were also nearly shitting yourself over it. Truthfully, you wanted to cry on the shower floor, but you wouldn’t even be able to stand up without any help. You’d never gotten nervous about any of this before. You were scared shitless in the beginning, sure, but you and Draco had gotten your bearings together rather quickly. After all, you both had done a lot of growing up since the trauma of the war. But with all the talk of labor, you weren’t feeling so confident in your body’s abilities of producing a human being.

“Well, what if her water breaks before midnight?” Theo sat on the pool table, talking as if you weren’t even in the room.

“Then we go to the hospital.” Draco chalked up the end of his pool stick. “Just a plus if it happens later.”

You huffed, turning around and holding a plate of cheeseburgers. “I am right here, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, we know.” Theo grinned. “You’re kinda hard to miss.”

“Ha ha.” You flipped him off, making the guys laugh as Draco took the plate from you and sat it on the table. “Eat your damn food”

While everyone else talked about your unborn child, you kept glancing at the clock. It was four o’clock, and you knew damn well that your water was going to break before midnight. You would have this baby tonight. Merlin, as crazy as it was to believe, you didn’t feel like eating. You passed your cheeseburger to Blaise , who happily scarfed it down while you pretended to not be scared to death, and Draco for once, was too excited to be able to tell that something was wrong.

It was times like these where you missed having the comfort of your mother, even though she hadn’t provided much comfort when she was alive. You just missed a female presence. Honestly, you wished Hermione was there with you, but you weren’t going to demand that she just let everything go just to calm your nerves. While the boys played pool, you sat on the floor and folded baby clothes, your body tense and nervous. You were extremely frustrated with yourself.

“How’s my girl?” Draco crouched down to sit beside you after some time had passed. “You seem awfully quiet.”

“No, no, I’m okay.” You nodded, still folding little baby socks. “Just tryna get this all sorted. Guess I should of done it when I wasn’t so huge.”

He chuckled, draping his arm around your shoulder. “How are you feeling? Think you’ll be getting any more contractions?”

What Draco didn’t know was that you’d already had three more. You’d just gone to the bathroom and ran the sink water while you bit on a towel. They were getting more painful, and you dreaded when your water was going to break. “Nope.” You lied through your teeth. “I told you it’s not gonna happen today.”

He patted your thigh and smirked. “Okay, mama. You just tell when you start to feel one, okay? We need to keep ‘em’ timed right.”

You were doing your own timing, and the last three had came every twenty minutes. “I will.” You gave him a peck on the lips as he stood to head back to his pool game. You knew you shouldn’t be lying. It was gonna get you in trouble, but damnit you were terrified. How in the hell were going to push out a baby? You were going to be ripped in two. You shuddered just of the thought of it...

After a while you decided you needed to get your mind off it, so you decided to join their game. Theo rolled his eyes when you took his spot and made him sit out a round, but obliged when Draco kicked him. You got yourself laughing after awhile when you’d kicked everyone’s asses. Pool was your game, and Blaise was a sore looser. “That’s utter bullshit!” He threw up his hands. “I didn’t even get to shoot! How do you get every pocket full!”

“Because I’m a woman, Blaise.” You leaned against the table. “We know how to handle balls.”

Blaise cringed while Draco and Goyle snickered, leaning shoulder to shoulder while they shared a beer. “That’s my girl!” Draco cheered. “Nine months pregnant and can still kick your ass, Zabini.”

“Don’t get cocky, blondie” You gave him a playfully look, tossing down your stick, “I can still kick your ass too.”

“Ha ha.” Blaise shook his head at him.

You smiled wildly and went to say something else, but a ripple went up in a wave through your abdomen, burning down against your pelvis that made you double. “Oh-” You couldn’t even try to conceal this one.

Draco’s metallic eyes widened and he shot over to you immediately. “Hey, hey, are you okay? I got you, I got you, my love”

Your hand gripped your belly and the other on his bicep, gritting your teeth and letting out a cry. “Oh, Merlin, ow, ow- ouch!”

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He reached to pull out a chair and slowly helped you sit in it. He crouched below you and took your hands. “You alright? Talk to me, honey.” He reached up to pushed your hair away from your face.

You nodded as you felt a bead of sweat roll down your neck. You exhaled loudly as one last tightening sensation burned against your back, and you leaned your head back in exhaustion. “Damn, that hurt.”

“Alright, Blaise, what was that, man?” Draco looked over his shoulder as Blaise looked at his stop watch.

“Still seems to be once every few hours.”

Draco crossed his brows and swallowed nervously, looking up at you. “Are they supposed to be that painful so early on?”

You shrugged, not liking the sudden attention. “I dunno. It doesn’t matter anyways. We can’t go till after midnight. We can’t afford it.”

“Hey, you let me worry about that.” He squeezed your hand. “You just tell me when we need to be going, okay? I don’t care about our insurance.”

“Well, I do.” You snapped, crossing your arms. “I’m not going till after midnight, Draco. Stop trying to force me to go.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not forcing you-” Draco was beginning to try and apologize, but your defiance made him stall. He gave you a weird look that made your heart race, like he was reading your mind. He sighed frustratedly. “You’ve been having more contractions, haven’t you?”

“What!” You screeched, feeling trapped in your chair. “No, I haven’t!”

“Y/n, don’t lie to me.” He shook his head firmly. “You need to be honest with me, this is serious.”

“You don’t think I know that?” You shoved his hands off of you, and stood, he still helped you even though you didn’t want it. “I’m the one who was to give birth to her, you know? I know how serious it is!” You snapped, ignoring the boys who stood together awkwardly, giving each other nervous glances. “Quite hounding me about it and play your damn game.” You opened the freezer and grabbed your chocolate and salty caramel ice cream you’d been eating for weeks, pushing past him to head to the couch.

“Y/n, don’t do this” He followed you. “I’m sorry, okay. I shouldn’t have said that.” He tried to apologize, sitting beside you on the couch and grabbing your shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey, okay? I’m just nervous, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

You pouted your lip and brought the spoon to your mouth, taking a bit as you tried to keep from crying. “It’s fine. I just don’t want you to worry about me. She’s not coming today.”

He apprehensively nodded. “I know, I believe you.”

An awkward tension filled the room as he stared at you while you ate. You didn’t have much color in your face, and he knew that something wasn’t right. And any normal person would assume that it was just nerves, but Draco was able to expect that from you, as to how easy the pregnancy had been for you. He thought you’d sore through the delivery with flying colors.

“Should we go?” Theo cleared his throat awkwardly.

The three stood side by side in the kitchen watching the both of you with nervous glances. “No, you guys can stay.” You brushed off with a wave. “Finish your game, I’m gonna watch tv.”

They nodded and obeyed, but Draco didn’t leave your side. “Draco, you can go play. I’m fine.” You reassured him, clicking on the tv with your remote.

“I know.” He pulled you into his side, arm draped around your shoulder. “But I wanna sit with you.”

Draco knew damn well that something was up, and he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight. You bit your lip but said nothing, sinking back into the couch while you paid no attention to the gameshow on the screen. Draco rubbed your thigh lovingly, then up to your belly. It had been eight minutes since your last contraction, and you prayed you wouldn’t have one sitting right beside him.

You were embarrassed how scared you were. You’d never felt so nervous in your life. You’d heard horror stories about birth before, and sweet Salazar, the picture books Pansy showed you were for nightmares. You weren’t going to be able to handle it. What if you weren’t strong enough? What if you couldn’t tolerate the pain?

You brought up a nail to bite and Draco noticed, but he said nothing. And then it happened again, your breath punctured it’s way out of your lungs and you gasped, doubling over as the tightened burn vibrated up your body.

“I knew it!” Draco squeaked out in a high pitched, panicked tone, holding you as you rode out your contraction. “I knew you were lying to me! Hell y/n-”

“I’m fine.” You moaned through the pain, squeezing your eyes shut as you whimpered.

He gulped and shot up. “Blaise! How close was that? Ten minutes?”

“Nine.” Blaise tapped his watch as he and the guys followed you. “Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital now.”

”Yes”

“No”

Draco whirled around and gave you an incredulous look. “What?!” His blonde hair in the front flew a little as he dramatically flayed his arms about. “You’re nine minutes apart!”

“And that’s too early.” You said firmly, huffing and puffing as the pain went away. Blaise passed Draco to sit beside you, patting your shoulder in support. “We go when my water breaks and when I’m five minutes apart. That’s what the doctor said.”

“Yeah, man you don’t want to be waiting all night in the hospital.” Theo tried to calm Draco down. “Listen to her.”

“Thank you.”

“Shut it idiot.”

Draco took a deep breath and rubbed his face tiredly, looking down at you with a panicked look. “Five minutes apart.” He gulped through a nod.

You nodded back. “Yeah. Now, sit down you’re making me nervous.”

Everyone gathered around you, and the room was dead silent besides your tense breathing. Blaise sat on your left side, Draco on your right, turned to you as he stared at your belly. Goyle and Theo sat on the floor where you had folded your baby’s clothes, staring at Draco for the next move. “Well, somebody entertain me!” You snapped, making them jump at your reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having contractions?” He said, or at least tried, gently, holding your knee. “If it’s about the insurance, I told you I don’t care about that. I have money saved up.”

“Theo have you read the new book I recommended to you, yet?” Blaise clapped his hands together, trying to change the subject.

“Because I don’t want you worrying, Draco.” You breathed shakily, closing your eyes and trying to tune out the noise. “If we leave when you want us to we’ll be there for hours. Trust me, we have plenty of time.”

“Yeah, man, it was good.” Theo cleared his throat, blinking between the two of you.

“Okay, but don’t lie to me about it, y/n.” He stressed. “We need to keep track, it’s important to-”

“I know, it’s important, Draco!” You shouted emotionally, voice cracking despite your strength. “I’m timing them, okay! Just shut up and let me worry about it!” You glared it him, failing to stand up. “Fuck!” You struggled, and Blaise placed his hands on your upper back to push you.

Draco gulped, shaking his head in disbelief at your outburst. “What is going on with her?” He whispered to his friends, pushing back his hair with sweaty fingers. “What the hell did I do wrong? She’s crazy!”

You ignored whatever whispers were being said about you, and you swallowed back the lump in your throat as you placed your ice cream back in the freezer, slamming the door and turning to the sink to wash your hands. Your breathing became shallow and you felt as if you were going to have a panic attack.

Then, a splat hit the floor that made you jump, and you looked down in horror at the puddle on the floor that soaked your grey leggings. “Oh, my god!” You cried, covering your mouth in shock at the sight.

“Y/n?” Draco heard your exclaim and he hurriedly ran over to you, the guys all following him single file. “What, baby, what is it?” He came to your side and followed your eyes down to the floor, seeing the puddle your purple, socked feet were standing in. “Oh- gross, oh, oh my god! Oh, my- shit! It’s time!” He laughed, bouncing up and down as he hugged you, the boys cheering behind him.

“No, no, no, it is not time, Draco .” You assured, but panic was seeping through your pores easily without care.

His face fell. “What? Y/n..love, you said when your water broke we would go, so- so let’s go!” He tried to smile it off, but your stern expression made his falter.

“Oh, gross.” Theo cringed at the puddle of…well, whatever that was on the floor.

You groaned as you sat down. “No, I said whenever my water broke and my contractions were- oh, oh, ow, ow ouch!” You wailed, gripping the chair as Draco’s hands shot up in a panic, rubbing over to grab his keys.

“Yep, yep, we’re going!” He grabbed his wallet and shoved everything into his pocket. “Goyle, go get the baby bag. Theo you go get her new pants and Blaise- Blaise stand there and look pretty.”

“I’m pretty.” Blaise stuck out his tongue to Theo.

“Oh, god- Draco, love, I’m fine.” Your voice was thick as you tried to speak through the pain, holding your stomach as you shook your head. “We still- we still got time.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “Y/n, let’s- okay, yeah, come on, we need to go. Like right now.” He winced at your sharp gasps of pain as he grabbed your shoulder to try and get you to stand. “Blaise, help me.”

“Honey,” Your body was tense and on fire as you gritted your teeth. “Calm down. It’s okay, just relax- ow, ow,”

“That’s five minutes apart.” Blaise stepped over to the other side of the chair.

“Five minutes!” Draco pointed to his watch. “See that, love? Five minutes. And you said we’d go at five minutes, so we need to go, right? Come on, up, up, up!” You both spoke over top of each other. You tried repeating over and over that you were fine. Draco kept telling you to get up. Blaise tried humming a lullaby to keep everyone calm, and if you hadn’t been so panicked, you would of heard Goyle and Theo trying to pick out a pair of pants that would fit your swollen legs.

Your eyes were closed to keep him from seeing your brewing tears. You were too scared. You couldn’t do this. Nope. Nope. You changed your mind.

“Baby, darling— light of my life, my treasure,” He bent slightly to place a hand on your shoulders, expressions panicked and wired with adrenaline. “Jill to my jack and Juliet to my Romeo, we’ve gotta go.”

Draco’s hands began pulling on your arms, and then you felt Blaise’s. It was enough to send you over the edge.

“No, get off! I’m not going! I’m not going!” You yelled out a nasty sob as your tearful eyes snapped open, you jerked your hands away and Draco’s face fell, and both him and Blaise backed away immediately at your sign of distress. “I can’t do it! I don’t want to do it! I’m too scared!” You sobbed, hot tears staining your cheeks as you covered your face, shoulders shaking with heavy hitches.

“Hey, hey,” Draco said so softly, crouching down to your level. “Sweetheart, hey, look at me.” He peeled your hands away gently, holding them tightly in his grasp. “Are you kidding me?” He smiled sweetly. “Y/n, if there is anyone in the world who can have this baby, it’s you. Merlin, you are so strong. The things you’ve done and seen. You’re going to be such a good mother.”

You sobbed pathetically and gripped his wrist, your nose leaking. “But Dray I’m so scared. Please- can’t you do it for me?”

He chuckled and cupped your cheek. “Oh, love, I wish I could. But I’m gonna be with you the whole time, I swear.”

Your breath started to pick when you felt another contraction start. Draco seen the panic in your face and he reached in for his key. “Blaise, go start the car.” He threw them over his shoulder without looking and heard the door shut.

“You’ve got it love, breath.”

You cried and leaned over to rest your head against his shoulder, and you pinched the skin against his arm as you sobbed and moaned through the ripple of pain. “Oh- god,”

“I’m so scared.” You whimpered. “I won’t be able to do it, Draco. I’m not strong enough.”

He shushed you gently and coaxed you to breath through your contraction, rubbing your back as you cried against him. “You remember what all the moms said at the last lamaze class?” He said into your ear.

“Yeah.” You choked. “They said that their vagina’s were ripped in two.”

He smirked and cupped your neck, pulling you away slightly so he could look up at you. “They said how worth it was. Come on, you remember that, don’t you?”

He wiped your tears with soft thumbs and held your face, his icy eyes full of such passion it made you want to fall over and die. “Remember, Leslie? She said that she forgot all about the pain when she saw her baby. And- and Donna said that everything was worth it once she got to hold her son.”

You looked so frightened, and he sighed, leaning down to place a kiss along the swell of your belly. “Sometimes I hear you talking in your sleep to her love, you’re gonna be such a good mother. She’s almost here. I know you’re ready to meet her.”

You let out a tiny sob and took a breath, your emotions all jumbled together. “Yeah.” You nodded through a thick voice. “I just- Merlin, I just can’t believe we’re doing this. After everything that we’ve been through. I mean..it’s really happening for us.” You let out a whine and closed the space. “I love you.” You kissed him, holding his face. “I love you so much.” You cried.

“I love you too, my sweet girl..are you ready to do this? Ready to go?” He asked with a soft smile on his beautiful pale face.

“Yeah, I’m ready.. will you be there with me? I can’t possibly do this without you, dray” you sniffled a little looking at him with doe eyes.

“I’ll always be there with you, love. Always.” He said and kissed you on your salty cheek. “Now, let’s go and meet our baby girl”

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Hellooo! I know I know, I haven’t posted in months🤦‍♀️ but here I am. I feel like this is shit but enjoy it anyway❤️

[dwchtjiminah]

levi period comfort bc why not :)

you’re curled up in a ball on the bed as another wave of stupid cramps kicks in. You’re debating if you should stay in bed or actually find the energy to get up and work. You wince and turn the other way, kicking off the covers because it’s getting too warm.

Suddenly the door opens and levi’s standing there in his uniform, going still when he sees your weak form. He’s not concerned about the fact that you’re in bed past waking hours- he’s more alarmed at how pale you look.

“What happened to you?” he shuts the door, a frown on his face as he walks over and crouches down beside your bed. He takes your hand, kissing your knuckles.

“cramps.”

levi immediately knows what you mean. “are they bad?” you nod and he sighs, brushing the sweaty hair off your forehead as he orders you to stay in bed. He takes the day off for both of you and heads down to the medical room to get painkillers and pads, brewing a cup of tea on the way back.

“drink this, it’s peppermint tea. It’ll help.”

He climbs into bed beside you, spooning you gently as his warm hands rest lightly on your lower abdomen. He always makes sure to be gentle with you on your period, not wanting to aggravate the pain accidentally. While you wait in silence for the pain to subside he whispers words of comfort, playing with your hair.

He’s there for you the whole day, spending time holding you close and bringing anything you need until you feel better.

[dwchtjiminah]

✧˖*°࿐ Cramps | D.M

Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Draco takes care of you whilst you’re on your period.

Request: Yes

w/c: 1.1K

You groaned once more as you rolled over in bed, grabbing hold of your covers and bringing them above your head to try and muffle the sound of your roommates talking. On most days, you’d be right there alongside them, complaining about your most recent potions assignment  and gossipping about who is taking who to the upcoming Yule ball. But today, all you wanted to do was lay in bed, curl up in a ball, and die; any means of escape necessary to help ease the pain that was going on in your uterus.

It was already noon, and you were still in bed. You had no plans on leaving soon, even if it meant sacrificing your weekend trip to Hogsmeade that you had been planning for the past few weeks. Your friends only giving you looks of sympathy, as they started grabbing hold of all their things, getting ready to leave for the day.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” One of the girls asked you, as the group started heading for the door.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you squeak out, “I don’t think it’s going to get any better any time soon. Can you just tell Draco I’m not going?” 

They give you a small nod as they close the door behind them. The room finally silent after a full morning of chatter, at last you could take a nap. 

You bury yourself deeper into your sheets as you try and find a more comfortable position. The warmth of the blankets hugging your body as you found yourself drifting further and further into sleep. Nothing could disturb you now.

Nothing except for Draco that is.

The door flung open, a loud bang ricocheting off the walls, as he rushed over to your side. A worried look plastered on his face as he went to put his palm on your forehead. A look of confusion now taking over once he realized you weren’t actually ill. 

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he asked, going in to give you a kiss on the cheek, “the girls told me that you were sick so I decided to stay behind as well. But you don’t seem ill.” 

You didn’t know whether to be angry at him for disturbing you, or appreciative of the fact that he cared about your well-being. You sat yourself up from the bed, a cramp hitting you as you did so, causing you to let out a little yelp in pain and clutch your stomach. Draco gave you a look of sympathy as he realized what was wrong.

“I’m not sick Draco,” you let him know, “just on my period.” 

He let out a small hum and gave you a gentle kiss on the nose. It was days like these that you were thankful for the blonde, mean-eyed, Slytherin boy that you were able to call your boyfriend. It was no surprise to you as to why so many people saw Draco as cold, you weren’t a stranger to his rude remarks and cold glances, but thankfully throughout your years at Hogwarts, Draco and you managed to develop a strong and unbreakable bond. One that gave him the confidence to show you this soft side of him, and for this you were grateful.

So, by routine, the boy got up from your side and started heading out the door. 

“I’ll be back with your tea and a pumpkin pastry.” He put his hand to the knob and started stepping out.

“Wait!” You interrupted. He turned around and gave you a confused look. It became habitual for him to get you tea and sweets whenever you were sick or during your period, and usually you were okay with him leaving you for just a few minutes.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No, just, for the tea,” you hid a shy smile in midst of his concerned gaze, “just remember to add honey and tw–”

“Two sugarcubes, but not the ones from the first cabinet, the ones hidden behind the ugly flower vase near the window.” He finished your sentence. It was such a small and silly thing to be flustered about, especially since it is something that happens so often, but right now, all you could think about was the fact that he was in your room taking care of you and that he remembered how you like your tea. 

“I’d be a terrible boyfriend if I didn’t remember. I’ll be back soon, my sweet.” He came back up next to you and gave you a kiss, turning around and then finally exiting the room.

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Twenty minutes later your boyfriend finally returned. In his hands your tea, some sweets, and one of his sweaters. He gave you a flashy grin as he came to your side, placing the things down on your bedside table. 

“Drink this,” he handed you the tea, “It will make you feel better.” 

You grab hold of the small cup and start drinking it. Groaning and trying to resist the urge to curl up into a fetal position every few moments from the constant cramping. “Thank you Dray, but I don’t think the pain is going to go away soon.” 

The boy took the now empty cup and set it aside. He pushed a stray strand of hair away from your face and behind your ear as he went to lay down next to you. Peppering your face with kisses as you laughed in between, almost forgetting about the ache. “Is it really that bad?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You let out sweetly, bringing yourself close to him to try and capture some of his warmth. He smelt of mint and mahogany, a scent that you knew all too well. The boy grabbed the sweater from your bedside and handed it to you, watching as you put it over your tank top. He grabbed hold of your hands and started rolling up the sleeves.

“Then,” he finally finished rolling the sleeves and gave you a small kiss, “I guess I will stay with you until you feel better.” 

“Even if it’s for the rest of the week?” You asked him, taking notice of how soft his gaze has become. 

He closed the small remaining space between you. Both of your bodies glued together as he hummed your favorite song into your ear. Forgetting about your missed Hogsmeade trip, as well as the Pumpkin Pastries that were now going cold on your bedside, he responded,

“Especially if it means the rest of the week.” 

And you didn’t doubt his words for a second.

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[dwchtjiminah]

IMAGINE...

• Being on your period and Draco is just the sweetest boyfriend alive, even despite your more grumpy moments during that time of the month...

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♡ Credit goes to @fieldofsecretss for their original post, which gave me this idea for the full imagine.

"Feeling any better, angel?" There it was. "Angel". That pet name Draco always had for you, when he knew you needed it the most. Letting out a yawn, you snuggle deeper into his lap, tucking your head just underneath his chin, your gaze drifting to stare at the flames flickering away in the open Common Room fireplace.

Even with the fire going, it was still too cold in here. Even while wearing Draco's slightly-too-big-for-you Quidditch sweater, you still had the chills. Being that time of the month, you tended to get a slight fever, making everything go cold and ache all over. A sighing whimper slips past your lips, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Pansy flash you a knowing look, the hint of a smile playing at her lips.

"A bit brutal this time around, isn't it?" she asks. You nod, tilting your face up to leave a kiss along Draco's jawline. "This sucks." you whisper. He pats you gently on the back, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug. "I know, darling. But at least it's only one week. And then it's over." he tells you. "Ah, that time again already, is it?" you hear Blaise ask, as he enters the room.

He sounds amused, much to your annoyance. Not even bothering to lift your head, you raise one of your hands, giving the Slytherin boy the finger. Draco laughs, kissing the top of your head. "You're so cute..." he says. You can practically hear the grin in his voice, without having to see it on his face. "Shush... I could beat the shit out of you..." you mumble, yawning again.

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Draco answers, kissing the top of your head again. Pansy lets out a laugh from where she's sitting, before nodding towards you. "I dunno, you better watch out, Draco. This one's tiny but ferocious during her cycle." she tells him, grinning. He laughs, the noise a soft rumble in his chest.

"I'll believe it when I see it. But thanks." he says. With one hand, you lightly swat Draco on the arm, earning another laugh from him. "You hush. I can be intimidating." you mumble sleepily, glancing up at him. He smirks, raising one eyebrow at you. "Oh, sure. Darling, you're about as intimidating as Potter is attractive. Which isn't saying much, by the way. But nice try." he says, kissing the tip of your nose.

You make a face at him, before kissing him lightly on the mouth and snuggling up to him again. As you rest your head on his shoulder, he gently rubs soothing circles into your back with the palm of his hand. "That's right, Y/N, my pretty baby. Go ahead and sleep. You'll feel better, soon..." he murmurs lovingly.

As you drift off to sleep, you could swear you hear Draco humming to you, but you can't be sure. Either way, you soon find yourself falling into a deep slumber, nestled within the safe, comforting embrace of your boyfriend's loving arms...

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[dwchtjiminah]

hi lovely! 💓 Here to request some Levi x reader where is just period comfort? Maybe during a training (so between S1 and S2) reader gets awful cramps that don’t allow her to train (happened to me this morning) and so Levi steps in? Thank you, take your timeee! 💕

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Pains

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Monthly cycles suck, but not nearly as badly when you’re expected to work up to 12 hours a day in the military.

Thankfully, you have your lovely boyfriend to soothe the aches and pains with his persistent comfort.

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Pairings: Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: period struggles :/, cannon!AU, fluff, established relationship, AFAB reader.

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe @starrylevi

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A/N: Great timing Anon! Mother nature hit me on new years and I suffered till the 8th, so this one’s personally written I’m sorry and thank you. :)

Also I apologize for the wait! I had my first midlife crisis of the month! (There any many per month and this is 2024th first one)

Enjoy~

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Landing on your ass during training was always a pain. Not only from the physical pain it erupts through your tailbone, knocking the breath from your lungs, but also because of the embarrassment that usually followed.

Yet despite this, today, it was all you could do to not cry out when it happened.

Every aching cramp you had the displeasure of already feeling was amplified, shooting sharp pains not only through your tailbone but across your hips and femurs as well. Had your spine just fractured?

Surprised that you hadn’t gotten up yet, paired with how your face twisted in obvious discomfort, Eren raised a brow as he knelt before you.

“Oi, Y/N. You alright?” He asked slowly, unsure how to perceive this moment of weakness you were displaying.

“Fine,” you grunted out, accepting his offered hand to stand once more. Immediately you were lightheaded, unable to stand straight up as your abdomen clenched in nauseating defiance. It was as though half the blood in your body made a rush towards your pelvic floor, as thought gravity suddenly had a stronger pull over you.

Attempting to play it off, you placed a hand on your hip and discreetly squeezed it hard, while keeping your thighs held close together.

“I think…I think I just need a breather. We’ve been at it an hour straight,” You huffed, wiping your brow of the sweat that had gathered there.

Still regarding you curiously, Eren opened his mouth to speak, but was caught off guard as a shout from across the field intrupted him.

“The hell’s going on over here, brats?”

Cursing under your breath, you slowly looked up and attempted to straighten your poster. Meanwhile, Eren was already in full salute.

“Captain Levi!” He greeted, albeit anxiously.

“What, you get tired Jaeger? Decided to take a little break from training?” Levi approached the two of you, stopping only a short distance away with his arms folded over his chest and a slight furrow to his brow. Silently, he observed Jaeger first, before his eyes landed on you. The furrow in his brow let up, but only slightly.

“Actually-“

“It was me, sir. I needed a break,” You interjected, cutting the poor titan shifter off with a look of worry. For your well-being or Levi’s harsh tone, you couldn’t be sure.

But it never came from the raven, as his eyes scanned you up and down curiously. You’d have been nervous by this, had you not known the man so personally behinds closed doors. You matched his stare, silently trying to convey to him you really needed a break. Finally, Levi tore his eyes from your frame with a sigh.

“Very well; Jaeger, continue with Mikasa.”

“Yes, sir!” Eren responded, finally dropping his salute. With one last curious look over his shoulder, Eren was off.

Sighing in relief, you allowed yourself to slump forward once more now that you and your lover weren’t in direct sight of the others on the training grounds.

“Sorry, Levi. I…I can’t train right now. I tried, but it’s too much.”

Levi regarded you curiously, once more looking you up and down. But this time, a slight tug of his lower lip hinted at a frown.

“You look constipated.”

“Thanks, I actually kinda am.”

He scoffed at your equally sassy remark, taking a step closer to you.

“You’re pale…the hell did that kid do to you? Do I need to go kick his ass?” He asked you softly, nimble fingers starting to brush your hair back for you. Stifling a giggle that you knew only too well would cause more discomfort, you shook your head.

“He didn’t do anything to me, I’m just uhh…” You sighed as you fought to find a way to convey what you were going through eloquently. As another sharp pain nestled into your side, you sighed in frustration.

“Oh to hell with it, I’m bleeding out, babe.”

Levi raised a brow at you, clearly unamused. “You could have just said you’re on your menstrual cycle.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t convey my anger,” you hung your head in defeat. You expected another witty retort, but instead you were pleasantly surprised when Levi half knelt before you and tucked his arms under your knees and across your shoulder blades.

Now held against his chest, you nearly protested as he began to walk back towards HQ. But you bit your tongue. Just how often did you get the privilege of being carried around like a princess, anyways? Especially by your usually closed off boyfriend. So instead, you took advantage of such a situation and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Can you carry me every month?” You asked him softly, giving him your best attempt at puppy eyes.

Looking down at you in his arms, he held your stare as he walked, then turned his attention back to the front, muttering a quick “Dunno, maybe.”

Content for now, you nuzzled up against his chest with a sigh.

“Where are we going, anyways?”

“I could have brought you to Hange’s lab and fed you to one of her new pets, and you wouldn’t have thought to ask that till now?” He paused, and you could tell he was trying his best to hold back a slight smirk.

“I’m taking you back to our room.”

“Our room? I wasn’t aware we shared a room just yet?” You snickered, biting at your lip to hide your excitement at the idea.

After caching his slip up, he mumbled “Well, it could be our room…if you want. I meant my room.”

Warmth filled your chest at his offer, as you leaned up to peck his slightly pink cheek.

“I’d like that. But why your room? I’m all sweaty from training.” You asked softer this time, worried your favorite germaphobe hadn’t thought this far ahead yet. But it seemed he had, as he merely hummed dismissively.

“You’re dont training today, and you’re going to rest where I can keep an eye on you.”

“Awe baby,” You cooed, ignoring the way your abdomen screamed out in protest to moving yourself in his arms. “So you can get me things I need?”

“So I can make sure you don’t make any messes. And besides, I have my own shower. Captain perks or some shit.” He corrected, but this time wasn’t able to keep up that serious expression of his through his teasing.

After entering his room, adjacent to his office space, he set you down. Much to your digression.

“Carry me to the bed?” You asked pleadingly, clutching absentmindedly at your abdomen as the dull aches started up once more.

“Patience, brat. You need these uniforms straps off if you want to rest comfortably.”

Rolling your eyes, despite your silent agreement, you reached down to start undoing the belts lining your thighs, abdomen, chest and shoulders. But when your hand brushed against his, you stopped cold in your tracks. He looked up at you as he knelt, a flicker of nervousness flitting across his eyes before it was gone just as fast.

“I’ve got it, just hold still.”

So you did, watching with bated breath as he made quick, yet gentle, work of undoing each belt with ease. He even went so far as to remove your boots and socks for you, and hung your jacket up alongside his. Every light brush of his thin fingers against your uniform pants and shirt made your mind slip further and further away from the pain that wracked your body from your shoulders down.

Standing back up with you snuggled up in his arms once more, he made sure to place you down with utmost care upon his mattress, as though he saw you as made out of glass all the sudden.

Standing back up, he looked you over from head to toe, and saw how you were still scrunched up slightly in discomfort. With a sigh, he spun on his heel and left the room.

“Levi?” You called out, not nearly ready to have him leave yet. You’d only just gotten to see this softer side of his, you’d be damned to see it go away so quickly. Just as you’d started to stand back up, you heard from the other room him lightly call out.

“Just sit still brat, I’m getting you something to drink.”

Settling back down, you curled up under his sheets. They looked unbothered before Levi had set you here, and you wondered if he even used his bed. It certainly smelled like him, so maybe he did.

Indulging in the little pleasure of breathing in his slightly musky and calming scent from his sheets to distract you from what felt like literal death, you curled in on yourself and sighed.

You lost yourself to the fantasy of sharing this room with your man, this very bed with him, and didn’t notice Levi had returned until the bed dipped slightly behind you. Lazily looking up, you were greeted with steely eyes looking down at you in concern.

“That bad?” He mumbled, gently placing his hand onto your hip.

“Worse than you could imagine,” You grumbled out, face half buried in his pillow. You heard him sigh as the weight was lifted off the bed, and a slight shuffling that followed. Peaking over your shoulder curiously, your face lit up with a blush.

“The hell you doing?” You mumbled.

“Shut it, and move your ass.” He grumbled back, removing his own jacket, straps, and boots.

“Make me. I’m comfy here,” You whined, wrapping your arms tighter around your hips. Were you really that comfy? Not entirely. But the look on his face made you want challenge him in some way. Why? Why not?

Feeling his arms push down on the mattress and slide under you, you whined in discomfort as he quite literally slid you more towards the middle of the bed. But your complains were quickly snuffed when he placed himself right up against your back.

He removed your arms from around your waist, and replaced them with his own. Light pressure, nothing to intense. But the warmth he provided through this simple touch, it warmed you instantly.

“Too tight?” He whispered in your ear, lightly squeezing your middle. Shaking your head as best you could, you snuggled back against his chest.

Humming thoughtfully, he let his arms relax around you and set his chin atop your head, as his legs bent at the knee to fully encase your body with his own. The feeling was like none other, being fully spooned and cuddled by Levi nearly had the breath leaving your lungs. The faint brushing of his thumb across your abdomen was just the cherry on top.

“There’s tea on the dresser, whenever you want it. I’ll get it.” He mumbled against your hair, continuing to gently rub your abdomen.

“What did I do to deserve you?” You suddenly whispered, voice quivering just slightly enough to catch Levi’s attention fully.

Holding you a little closer and peppering light kissed across your neck, he pressed his chest closer to your back with a humored huff.

“I should be asking you that. But now, just rest darling. Relax, let me help you out in any small way I can.”

His soothing words lulled you into a sense of comfort once more, lacing your fingers through his as they traced aimless patterns across your abdomen.

As miserable as your cycles were, perhaps you now had something to look forward to during these weeks during every month.

Bringing his hand up to place a quick kiss across his knuckles, you allowed yourself a small smile as the cramps started to subside.

[dwchtjiminah]

Levi doesn’t get how you find The Sims entertaining.

 “It’s a virtual dollhouse.” He tells you. “That’s what so great about it!” You retort. “Whatever floats your boat…” He mutters to himself. He says this but he makes sure you have all the sims 4 packs (there are A LOT of them). And when one is coming out, He’ll listen to you passionately explain the premise of the pack. “When it comes out, just let me know.” He’ll give you his credit card info so you can charge it as he doesn’t want you to spend any of your money.

“I made us in the Sims!” You excitedly sit in Levi’s lap with your laptop in hand.

“Hm?” Levi places his chin on the crook of your neck as his hands gently graze the sides of your thighs.

“The Sims!” You exclaim again. “Look, there’s you and there’s me…” Your finger points out each of your sims on the screen. “Oh, and we have a child together!” Levi’s eyes follow your finger as you point at the child sim. “Her name is Kuchel.”

You feel Levi tense up behind you for a moment. “Wait…what’s her name?”

“Kuchel.” You repeat, quieter this time. “Sorry, I can change her name if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” You add quickly.

Levi’s expression softens; he stays silent for a moment before speaking again. “...Can you make her?” He asks you quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Your mom?” You turn slightly so you can see his face.

He nods to confirm.

 “Of course, I'll do my best.” You tell him with a soft smile.

You ask Levi to describe her to you, his eyes filled with fondness as he recalls her features and her personality. You spend hours on the Kuchel sim, wanting her to look and be as accurate as possible.

After a few days, you show Levi the finished product in the game as you have the Kuchel sim interact with the Levi sim. You look at Levi for a brief moment while the Sims are speaking to each other. The expression on his face is hard to read. It’s a mix of pleasant surprise, awe, and sadness.

“Is it okay, is there anything I should change?” You ask him, worried you didn’t capture her likeness as you watch him study her.

He silently shakes his head. “No…she’s perfect.” 

You tell Levi he’s more than welcome to play whenever he wants. You’re surprised when he does take you up on that offer. He picks up on the mechanics quickly and soon he has the whole family (Your sim, Levi’s sim, your daughter, and Kuchel) traveling all over the world, going on adventures, and trying new things together. At one point you suggest the Levi sim and the Kuchel sim spend some time alone together and Levi does just that, taking them to coffee and tea shops, having them take walks in the park, and going to the library. As you and Levi continue to play together, you learn more about Kuchel as some of the actions in the game trigger different memories of his mother.

Levi doesn’t say it but he’s thankful for this silly little game you introduced him to because he can now have a cup of tea with his mother, even if it’s only pretend.

[dwchtjiminah]

Hi, I have a Levi Ackerman x femreader request in the canon universe. How about one where Levi is the cold Captain he is and the reader is his subordinate and she leaves her cape or something in the forest after training so she goes to get it and gets lost in a ditch. Later, Petra gets worried that she hasn't returned so she informs Captain Levi and he goes out to find the reader and saves her from there. Fluff, angst and hurt/comfort would be much appreciated! Hope that's okay :)

YOU!!! You have no idea how excited I was to see you pop up in my inbox! Thank you for always reblogging my posts! I love this idea, sorry it took so long. Thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Trigger Warning: Meantion of ankle injury but we won't go into too much detail and light punishment threats - washing dishes. As well as playful banter and worry Petra being a little angry for you being too adventurous

Levi Ackerman x Y/n: Lost and Found

"Where's your cloak?" Petra asked falling into step with you. You gave the ginger a look of confusion before patting your shoulders and realizing the rough fabric was missing.

"I had it...wait no, it's back out where we were ambushed by all the Titans at our break area" you groan looking back into the forest where Eren's Titan experiments took place. The sun was still high enough in the sky that if you hurried, you should make it back in time before it gets dark.

"Just leave it, we can grab it tomorrow" Petra pushed already knowing that you were planning to run back to grab it.

"No because if Captain catches me losing something again then I'm going to become a permanent dishwasher" you shoot the ginger a look and she sighed.

"But going out there alone is not a good idea. Use your head Y/n. Captain will be more pissed if you go and get yourself lost or banged up out there. You two may be in a relationship but I doubt that that would help you get out of a larger punishment if you follow through with this"

She was right, you knew she was and Levi already had enough to deal with Eren's failed experiment. But you also didn't want to appear like an idiot for always forgetting things.

"I'll be quick, promise. I have flares and if anything happens, I still have my gear" you reassured her. Petra gave you a concerned look but let you go without pestering you anymore.

"If you're not back by the first sign of sunset, I'm going to get everyone to come after you" she scolded lightly but you know she was only doing this out of concern for you.

"Fair enough" you smiled then ran back towards the area everyone was gathered at a few hours earlier.

The ground was very uneven which made the trip take a little bit longer since you were constantly watching your step. There were trees within reach if you were to you use your ODM cables but just in case Titans were to appear later on, you didn't want to waste your gas. It took about an hour and a half before you were able to reach the area where the experiment was held. Everything that was neatly set up was in ruins from Eren's rampage in his Titan form. Due to that, the surrounds seemed to change into a different place.

"Great...now where it is?" You groaned realizing that your search was going to take a lot longer than you first expected.

"You've been standing by this window for the last two hours. I thought you would've gotten bored looking at the same area of for so long" Levi called out to Petra, scaring the crap out of the poor girl. She turned around and Levi raised an eyebrow at the panicked look on her face.

"What's gotten into you Petra?" Steel eyes bore into her hazle ones and he saw the internal debate.

"Y/n hasn't return yet" she said, knowing that it was better just to tell him since he would figure it out on his own sooner or later.

"What? When did she leave?" Levi demanded, though his voice remained level. Petra retold the conversation you both had prior to you running off. Levi clicked his tounge and glance out the window. If he hurried, he would still have a bit of daylight to work with while he tried to find you.

"Make sure no one else leaves" he instructs before grabbing his gear and cloak to go after you.

"Yes sir" Petra said, feeling some of her anxiety ease up now that Levi was going to find you.

"Y/n?!" Levi called out once he reached the area Petra said you were going to be. No response. He cursed under his breath and continued looking for you. The sun was starting to set and besides the lack of visibility, the temperature started to drop. He pulled his cloak tighter around himself and called out to you again.

"Levi!" You called out and he whipped around.

"There you are" he ran over and wrapped his arm around your waist seeing you limping. You knew you were going to be in trouble but right now you were just happy to see him here.

"What did you do?" Levi asked referring to your ankle. The way the way you walked gave him a pretty clear idea that you sprained it.

"There was a hole that I missed and um..." you looked away embarrassed.

"Climb on my back and hold tight" he ordered gently. You did as you were told and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck. He checked in and made sure you were ready before he shot his anchors into the trees and flew back to Headquarters. He was smart with conserving his gas so he had enough to make the return trip.

Once you were back safely, Levi took you back to his office. He set you on his bed and went to grab bandages to set your ankle.

"What were you thinking going out there alone like that?" He scolded gently, not looking up from your leg. His hands were gentle as he didn't want to hurt you any more than it was already hurting.

"I didn't want you seeing me as a forgetful idiot because I lost my cloak for the second time this month. I'm trying to avoid these little slip ups but everytime something keeps happening. I'll accept any punishment you give. I'm sorry Levi" You lower your head as tears burn your eyes. Levi frowned at the sight. He remembered giving you the threat of a permanent punishment if you slipped up again but it was suppose to be harmless. He thought that would be the best way to help try to keep you focused but clearly he was wrong.

"You're not getting punished Y/n. I shouldn't have put that warning out there. I'm more mad that you could've gotten yourself killed. And I think your ankle is punishment enough" he lifted your chin with two of his fingers so that you would look at him.

"I'm just glad your home safe with me now" his face softened and he stroked your cheek. You leaned into it and he kissed your lips. The kiss was short and sweet. Your ankle still needed to be tended to and Levi wanted to prevent any more pain to you as soon as possible.

"No more worry about the small stuff ok? Talk to me first. I'm never going to think less if you because of a little slip up" Levi reasurrued and you nodded.

"That's my girl. Now you have bigger problems to worry about" you raised an eyebrow at his statement. He looked back up once he finished you ankle.

"Petra has been waiting for you ever since I came to find you. She doesn't seem too happy" he chuckled slightly seeing your eyes widened.

"Oh crap" you groaned and Levi rolled his eyes at your friendship dynamic.

"You'll be fine sweetheart" he gets up to put his stuff away.

"Levi wait!" He looked back at you.

"I love you"

"...I love you too Y/n"

[dwchtjiminah]

Hospital For Souls

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Request by an anon: Hello!:) Can you do a imagine where the reader has a really bad accident during quidditch and draco panics and rushes to madame pomfrey and fluff? Thanks! <3

Admittedly, looking back now, it seemed as though everyting that occured was a tad too conventional, which of course, is always a sign worth assessing. The grounds held an air of complacency, which masked the inexplicable uneasiness in the atmosphere.

The dread settling upon his chest should have warned him otherwise, yet, Draco remained unyeilding to the multiple shivers running up his back at every gust of wind. 

Draco stared intently at the spot where Y/N had disappeared from at Madam Hooche’s whistle. Only fleeting glimpses of mustard and crimson could be caught lashing like whips in the storm. The commentary was as incomprehensible as the players themselves. It was as the crowds had and the Quidditch match had begun to grow in intensity that they appeared. Billowing cloaks merged into the fierce sky like acrid smoke from a house fire. The faceless enigmas that hovered above the players were vengeful ghosts seeking closure.

Potter and Diggory had disappeared into the smog merely minutes before the creatures had dispersed in search of prey. Distant screams plagued the atmosphere as rain marred vision and dementors loomed like omens of death above them.

Fear unlike anything he’d ever experienced infiltrated his chest. Y/N was up there. If she was attacked….no one would see, nor hear…be able to save her. He’d heard the accounts of how Dementors sucked the souls out of their victims; leaving behind only an empty shell of the person. Clambering down from the seats, Draco sprinted in search of a means to halt the match. He’d barely crossed a few metres before a vicious strike of lightning streaked the sky and illuminated the area surrounding it. It was by chance that he caught a glimpse of her. A fear-stricken yell tore from his throat as one of the gnarled creature’s claw clamped around Y/N’s throat.

Time lost its pace and stretched innumerably. Draco lost all sense of hearing and could barely register himself screaming above the rest of the crowd. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a body shrouded in scarlet fall from the heavens like a bullet. Vaguely, he registered Dumbledore casting a spell and halting them before they hit the ground. But his focus was on Y/N. Her suspended form hung like a puppet in the Dementor’s grasp. His quivering hand plunged within his robes and aimed at her body, bracing himself for when she fell. It seemed like hours before she was let go, a silvery animal cast by a teacher had charged towards the creature and forced it away. Gathering his strength, Draco yelled, “ARRESTO MOMENTUM!” Stabs of relief shocked his numb body as her form slowed before hitting the ground and the impact lessened.

Gulping down tankards of air, Draco streaked across the battlefield of a pitch and flung down beside Y/N’s immobile form. The storm’s determination to unleash it’s rage above refused to cease as teachers and students surrounded Y/N. Someone had gripped his upper arm and hauled him to his feet but he couldn’t care less who they were. Floating eerily above the grass, two conjured stretchers supporting the injured players flew towards the hospital wing.

All rationalty failed him as he flung himself into a sluggish sprint after them. Burning lungs and splitting thighs accompanied him into the hospital wing whilst Madam Pomfrey hustled towards him; demanding an explanation. A string of incoherent words flew from his mouth as he rushed to explain the horror he had witnessed. 

“Will she be alright? Let me help. I’ll do anything. She can’t die, don’t let her die. What are you doing with that?! Send her to Saint Mungos, woman!” Draco stressed, going into a full blown panic attack.  

“Mr Malfoy do calm down, she will be fine! Sit, sit. And drink the draught, boy!” Madam Pomfrey fretted as she shoved him into a seat beside Y/N and handed him a steaming glass of calming draught. 

Draco casted the draught aside mindlessly and gripped Y/N’s hand tightly. “My father will be hearing about your incompetence woman, if you don’t heal her instantly-”

“Mr Malfoy!” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, scandalised. “There is no need for such impudence-”

“ ’s fine, Draco, ’m alright.” Y/N mumbled faintly, succeeding in erradicating the argument.

“Y/N!” Draco exclaimed worriedly. “Y/N I-”

Y/N lifted her hand arduously and smoothed it over Draco’s crowned hair. “Shh, I’m okay.” she croaked out with a weak smile. “I’ll be fine.” 

“I’ll get father to speak with Fudge, get the Dementors punished and taken from the school.” Draco stated determinedly. “They won’t get away with this, I promise.” he finished softly and pressed his lips to her temple. “Y/N wrapped her arms, frailly, around his neck and pulled him closer. Draco’s intoxicating scent was slightly washed out by rain, but was nonetheless comforting. Burying her face into his warm neck, Y/N fought back tears. 

“I can agree with you there, Mr Malfoy. Creatures like that have no place within this school. Now take this sleeping draught if you need it, Miss Y/L/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” Madam Pomfrey said authoritatively and placed the sloshing glass atop the table and bustled off to attend to Potter. 

“Don’t leave me.” Y/N whispered pleadingly against his neck.

“Never.” Draco whispered vehemently and planted a chaste kiss on her lips before her eyes fluttered shut and she lost consciousness.

[dwchtjiminah]

Calm (Draco Malfoy x reader)

************************************** Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Panic Attack!!!! , Swearing, parental death Request: Anonymous said “May I request a fic with Draco Malfoy, and the plot of where the reader had a panic attack and Draco calms her down? And if you don’t really understand the whole panic attack thing it’s totally okay of you pass or if you dont portray it very well. Also I think your writing is amazing!” Tagged: @bekahpaik (It wouldn’t let me tag you)

  A/N: So sorry this took so long! I’ve been busy! Also, I tried my best to do the panic attack but I’ve never experienced on before so I’m incredibly sorry if I don’t portray it very well!! I used what my friend portrayed as a normal panic attack for herself! ❤ Enjoy! ************************************** Y/n’s ears were ringing. All she could think about was the letter she received from her father. Mother. Dead. Peaceful. Sleep Her hands were shaking violently. Her breath quickened. She collapsed on the floor, tears streaming down her face. She thought back to all the wonderful times she had with her mother. The times she would take her out for ice cream, or when her mother taught her how to ride her first broom since her father was out of town. Her breaths became more shallow. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. All she could hear was the loud ringing in her ears and what sounded like a door opened. Her eyesight was blurred with tears, however she knew the strong arms that surrounded her belong to the infamous Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, Y/n’s boyfriend of three years. Draco caught sight of the tear stained, ink smudged, letter lying next to his distressed girlfriend. Y/n’s skin felt on fire, she felt as if she couldn’t breath. “Y/n, baby, please. Look at me. It’s okay. We’ll get through this. Deep breaths, baby girl, good job, deep breaths.” y/n followed Draco’s instructions, listening intently to his voice. Once she regained her breath and composure, she felt Draco’s soft finger tips run across the skin underneath her eyes, wiping away the violet tears still streaming. “Y/n. It’s okay. I’m so sorry, love.” Draco kissed her forehead. Draco look down at his girlfriend, slightly smiling as he saw her asleep in his arms. He gently picked her up and laid her on the couch beside them. He kissed her forehead again and cuddled up beside her. “Good night, princess.” He spoke, drifting off to sleep.