:CE:Rivaille|Levi X Reader~ Witching Hour

:CE: Rivaille X Reader~ Witching Hour


    A loud whistle awoke the Corporal from his peaceful slumber. His eyelids shot open at the peculiar noise, and he laid quietly under his sheets waiting for any sound of movement. The moonlight shined through the curtains that covered a large window that was next to his bedside. The left side of Corporal's face was illuminated with the abnormal brightness of the light.

    Another high-pitched whistle made his ears perk up, but the same stone mask he wore remained. Rivaille removed the light blanket that was on top of him and flung over his left leg to hang over the bedside. His toes immediately turned cold as it touched the wooden floor of his bedroom. Shivering ever so slightly, he arose from the bed and redid the buttons to his shirt that seemed to undo while he was sleeping.

    "Whistles lure us witches, just like it calls a stallion."

    The Corporal froze at the frightening voice. It was as deep as a bottom of an ocean, yet it sounded more painful than liquid poison. Deep within Rivaille's stoic mask, was one of the feelings he never wished to endure- fear. Even if there was only a hint of it, fear takes over emotions like a virus.

    A blood-curdling scream was let out, but Rivaille was too frozen to move even a muscle. A quiet maniacally laugh followed the scream, and his mouth opened ever so slightly. It was as if he was paralyzed, unable to help the one who screamed in horror or defeat the one who laughed. He couldn't, his body wouldn't allow it.

    Rivaille gulped down his bubbling fear, and took a step towards the window. His hardened expression faltered as a large creak was heard from the window. He immediately jumped back from the noise and felt his body make contact with the bed frame. The pain didn't seem to faze the fear Rivaille was enduring, and he glanced around the room furiously. He tried thinking of any logical situation that can cause these noises other than paranormal activity.



    "What are you idiots doing?" A feminine voice boomed from the door to the dining hall. Jean froze on the ladder that he used to put a bright orange banner that stretched across the room. Connie's eyes widened at Armin who was sitting across from him making paper witch hats. Ymir eyes strayed away from a frightened Christa who was getting her face painted with black bats. Sasha stopped stuffing her mouth with potatoes and stared towards the door. Eren and Mikasa held orange and black streamers in both hands until they noticed everyone was staring at the door of the dining room.

    The clicking from the heels of boots can be heard as the women made her way towards the group. Trailing behind her was another women with tied back brunette hair with glasses. As the two women walked towards them, the moonlight casted over them revealing their identities to the group.

    Jean fell off the ladder, while the others stood up and sloppily saluted. He quickly pushed himself off the ground and followed the salute. The women's menacing glare traveled through all of the group's frightened faces. "Answer my question," she growled fiercely.

    "Col-Colonel [Y/N], we were just preparing a Halloween party and some other...things." Eren spat out nervously.

    "We're terribly sorry if we made too much noise," Mikasa added smoothly, but even a slight hint of fright was in her voice.

    The Colonel's eyes softened ever so slightly, "What is this Halloween you speak of?" Her arms crossed over her chest, and she glanced over at her companion beside her. "Do you know, Zoe?"

    Zoe used her pointer finger to prop up her glasses higher on her nose bridge. Her voice sounded curious but still contained the authority that's found in all higher officials, "If I can recall correctly, I think it was an annual holiday before the titans attacked."

    "That's right, Squad Leader! And we're going to bring it back!" Christa encouraged, but Ymir crossed her arms and looked the other way. Zoe chuckled slightly at the blonde girl's excitement, and glanced back over at the Colonel.

    The Colonel checked her watch that was in her breast pocket. "You idiots have to realize that its a quarter past midnight." Her questioning gazed looked up at the group for an explanation.

    "We know it's hours past curfew, but we have a reason!" Jean called out from the back of the group. The Colonel shifted her gaze to look at him, and beckoned him to continue. "We're kinda going to...scare someone."

    "Scare someone?" The Colonel repeated. "Who is it and what are you going to do?"

    Jean shifted uncomfortably,"Well, that person is the Corporal." Her eyebrows lifted in surprise.

    Before he had a chance to continue, the Colonel pointed out, "If you guys get caught, the Corporal is going to give you a world of hurt." The two officials stared at Eren whose eyes widened with an idea forming in his thoughts. Everyone could practically see a lightbulb hovering over his head.

    "That's why you two will do it!" Eren yelled with excitement sparkling in his turquoise eyes. Both the Colonel and Squad Leader raised one of their eyebrows questioningly.

    The Colonel unfolded her arms, "That's...tempting to say the least."

    "Yeah, seeing shorty scared would be absolutely hilarious." Zoe said and smirked at the thought. "Alright what do you need us to do?"


    A series of shadows and wind gusts made the curtain wave and change in color. It was almost as if dozens of leaves glided across the window, and the moonlight casted their shadows on the curtain. A choir of high-pitched whistles can be heard from outside the window making Rivaille shiver slightly.

    As the shadows across the curtain resided into the night and the whistles came to a stop, silence dawned on Rivaille. The silence was killing him. A dip in the mattress of the bed was felt as he leaned more towards the frame of the bed. The presence made his him bite the inside of his lip to avoid screaming out. Rivaille can hear the person's deep breathing, and he held his breath.

    A hot breath on his neck sent a tingling sensation up his spine. He exhaled as a feminine voice spoke with such a soothing tone, yet so frightening.

    "Whistles lure us witches, just like your heat calls out to me."

    Colonel [Y/N].