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Chapter 18

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Seventeen

•Next Chapter: Chapter Nineteen

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•New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 3.2k

•Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

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A/N: hey....

So I absolutely hate this chapter with all my soul. It took me a whole month to write. I'm so mad about how things turned out! Totally understand if y'all don't like it. I restarted and deleted this chapter so many times. Also super mad about how I wrote Levi in this chapter. I just want to hurry up and get to the 104th introductions but I have some more writing left before then. bare with me y'all. Sorry for the rant<3 (3-29-24)

I staggered into the pantry, my fingers fumbling over the shelves in search of something to drown out the chaos of my thoughts. But alas, Elenor had beaten me to it, leaving me to grumble under my breath about the injustice of it all. If only I hadn't spilled my flask earlier, I wouldn't be in this sorry state.

Elenor's grip on my ear was like a vice, yanking me away from my futile quest for solace. She muttered something about stains and salvaging, but her words were lost in the haze of my alcohol-addled mind. I stumbled along behind her, my steps unsteady and uneven.

"I can't believe you," she muttered, her disappointment evident in the furrow of her brow. "Do you have any idea how long it'll take to fix this mess?"

"Just dye it black," I suggested with a careless shrug, my focus already drifting elsewhere.

"You are not wearing black to the ball," she insisted, her tone brooking no argument.

"How about we just skip the ball altogether?" I proposed, hoping to evade the impending disaster. "I do it every year. Why change now?"

"You're going and that's an order."

Levi's voice pierced the air, sharp and commanding. Somehow he still managed to slice through the atmosphere even without the precision of a blade at hand. When he spoke, it was all eyes on him no matter where we were.

Startled, I spun around to face him, only to find his formidable figure looming behind me like the specter of authority he was. His expression was etched with a scowl, a silent warning of his displeasure. With his sleeves rolled up, his muscular forearms were on display, revealing how his time and effort had paid off. I couldn't help but notice the way his veins snaked beneath his skin. I watched his finger tap rhythmically against his bicep, a habitual gesture of restraint, he exuded an aura of controlled power that left me momentarily breathless.

I sensed the undercurrent of his pent-up frustration, knowing all too well that I was only adding fuel to the fire. Where had he disappeared to earlier that had left him in such a state of anger? Despite his efforts to conceal it, I could see right through him; after all, I knew Levi better than he knew himself.

"This early?" he remarked, striding closer to inspect the wine stain on my dress. "You're a mess."

"That's rich coming from you," I shot back, my words laced with a hint of defiance as I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the way his arms flexed with each movement. The faint traces of blood stained his sleeves, stark against the crisp white fabric, painting a picture of a man accustomed to trouble. Levi was like a magnet for chaos, and I couldn't shake the nagging thought of whose blood might be clinging to his clothes this time.

"I'm not trying to hide anything," he insisted, his tone laced with irritation. "Unlike you, I wasn't trying to flaunt it."

"Iris," Elenor chided, her voice tinged with exasperation. "Mind your manners. You drunk fool."

"I'm not even drunk!" I protested though the warmth in my cheeks betrayed me. In reality, I had indulged more than I should have, the remnants of last night's revelry still lingering in my system.

"Your cheeks say otherwise," Levi observed, his gaze piercing as he met my eyes. "Not to mention how boldly you're speaking to your captain right now."

"Cry me a river, we're off duty," I shot back, my defiance fueled by the liquid courage coursing through my veins.

"Iris!" Elenor's voice rang out, a note of panic creeping in as she attempted to salvage the situation. "I'm so sorry, Captain Levi. She's been drinking since she woke up. She's been nothing but defiant."

"Let's be honest, she probably never went to sleep after what happened last night. " Levi remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed me from head to toe. There was a flicker of something in his gaze, a complex blend of disdain and... another emotion that eluded my drunken mind.

Last night?

"Oh, whatever," I huffed, spinning on my heel to stride away from the brewing tension. I refused to linger and subject myself to their judgmental gazes any longer. After all, it was just a minor mishap with some wine. What's the worst that could come of it?

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The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm glow over our garden as I sprawled on the grass, my mother's voice fading into the background as my thoughts wandered to places they shouldn't dare tread.

"Iris," my mother's voice cut through the haze of my daydreams, pulling me back to reality with a jolt. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before focusing on her expectant gaze.

"Yes, mother?" I replied, my tone innocent but my mind racing to come up with a suitable explanation for my absent-mindedness.

"What has captured your attention so thoroughly?" she inquired, her curiosity evident in the furrow of her brow. I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the forbidden desires that swirled in the depths of my mind.

How could I tell her that my thoughts had strayed to the forbidden realm beyond our walls? I longed to explore the unknown, to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden in the world outside. The very notion was absurd, blasphemous even. But the urge burned within me, impossible to ignore.

"Iris," my mother's voice snapped me out of my reverie once again, her tone firm but not unkind. I swallowed nervously, my mind still racing as I struggled to find the right words.

"I was just... thinking," I mumbled, my gaze fixed on the ground as I avoided her probing stare.

"About what?" she pressed, her patience wearing thin as she awaited my response. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for her reaction.

"Beyond the walls," I admitted, the words tumbling from my lips in a hushed whisper. My mother's gaze softened, her eyes following mine as we both turned to face the looming structure that cast a shadow over our lives.

The weight of my mother's disappointment hung heavy in the air, she gazed at me, as if realizing a truth she had long hoped to avoid. I could see the reluctance etched in the lines of her face, the weariness of someone who had fought against inevitability and lost.

"I didn't expect you to be interested so soon," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of regret as she set aside our books, her movements slow and deliberate.

"But it seems the time has come for you to learn one of life's most important lessons, Iris."

"Are those ugly things truly that important?" I frowned, gesturing towards the looming walls that loomed on the horizon, their imposing presence a constant reminder of the boundaries that confined us. My mother's gaze hardened, her eyes narrowing slightly as she fixed me with a stern look.

"You must take this seriously, Iris," she admonished, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, Mother," I replied, my voice tinged with defeat as I slumped back against the grass, the weight of her expectations pressing down on me like a heavy burden. Why couldn't this be a simple answer, a straightforward explanation that made sense to my young mind?

"Good, now listen closely," my mother began, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom. "Those walls represent safety and security to all of us. They protect us from the dangers lurking beyond. It's only natural to be curious, but it can also be deadly. We must remember the blessings we have within these walls."

"What's out there that's so dangerous?" I interjected, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. The thought of unseen dangers lurking just beyond our reach sent a shiver down my spine.

My mother took a long, deep breath, closing her eyes briefly as if gathering her thoughts. I watched as her hands tensed up before she released her breath, her gaze meeting mine with a solemn intensity I had never seen before. It was a look that spoke of fear, of caution, of a mother's desperate plea to protect her child from the harsh realities of the world.

"Iris, dear," she started, her voice a soft murmur carrying the weight of untold history, "what lies beyond these walls is a realm of nightmares. Creatures known as Titans roam freely, devouring anything in their path. They're not merely monsters; they're the harbingers of chaos, the embodiment of primal fear."

Titans. The word hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the unknown. I felt a thrill of excitement course through me, mingled with a hint of fear. How had I never heard of these creatures before? What other secrets lay hidden within the confines of our walls, waiting to be discovered?

"Have you seen one?"

"Iris," my mother's voice cut through the air like a knife, sharp and cold. It was a tone she rarely used. I felt my excitement retreat, replaced by a somber silence that enveloped us like a heavy fog.

"No, I have not," my mother finally replied, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I've only heard stories."

"Stories?" I echoed, leaning in closer, eager for any scrap of information about these elusive creatures. "What kinds of stories?"

"The gruesome kind," she answered curtly, her gaze distant as if she were reliving memories best left forgotten.

"So these Titans, they're the reason we can't go beyond the walls?" I pressed, my mind racing with questions and possibilities.

"Exactly," my mother confirmed, her voice firm. "That's why we must stay inside the walls. We are safest within the confines of Wall Sina."

"Has anyone ventured outside the walls?"

"Yes, the Scouts."

"Do you think I could ever—?" I began, only to be swiftly cut off by my mother's stern interjection.

"It is forbidden," she stated firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

"But what about Father?" I persisted, determined to uncover the truth behind my father's mysterious comings and goings. "He always talks about protecting the walls. Is this why? Does he go beyond them?"

A shadow passed over my mother's features, her expression clouded with sadness as she spoke of my father's unwavering dedication to his beliefs. "Your father serves the walls in his own way, my dear," she explained gently. "But his duty lies within these walls, among the faithful who uphold the sanctity of our home."

"Swear on your life, Iris, that you will never attempt to breach the walls."

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The wind howled mournfully, chilling me to the bone as I stumbled through the neglected garden. Dead bushes clawed at my clothes, snagging on the fabric as I pressed forward. The iron gate groaned in protest as I forced it open, the rusted hinges screeching in the darkness. The darkness swallowed the stars, leaving me to navigate by instinct alone. Despite the absence of the moon's guiding light, I pressed on, my steps unsteady and my mind clouded by one too many glasses.

I felt like a lost soul navigating the depths of hell. The darkness was all-consuming, swallowing the stars and leaving me to fend for myself in a world devoid of light.

As I collapsed onto the unforgiving marble bench, the cold seeped into my bones, a cruel reminder of my frailty. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion, my thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.

Why did I drink this much? What was I trying to forget?

"Get up," Levi's voice pierced through the fog of my thoughts, his tone as sharp as a blade but I refused to yield. His hand reached out to help me, but I recoiled instinctively, my body tensing at the thought of his touch.

"No," I protested, my voice a defiant whisper as I clung to the bench for dear life. "I'm fine."

But the darkness pressed in, weighing me down like an anchor, my limbs heavy with exhaustion and regret. With a frustrated grunt, Levi hoisted me to my feet, his grip around my arm as he dragged me from the bench.

"You're a mess. A sloppy fucking mess," Levi muttered under his breath, his irritation palpable as he struggled to keep me upright. I leaned into him, my head spinning with each faltering step.

"You sound just like him," I muttered, my words slurred and barely coherent as I stumbled alongside him. Levi's touch felt suffocating, his fingers digging into my sides like claws as he propelled me forward.

"Let go," I pleaded weakly, but Levi remained steadfast, his determination unyielding as he pulled me closer. "Please."

But my protests fell on deaf ears, Levi's grip unrelenting as he guided me toward the safety of the house. With each step, I felt the weight of my past bearing down on me, the memories clawing at my consciousness like a ravenous beast.

My breath was taken away as I flung myself out of his grip and on the cold cement.

When will I stop flinching at the slightest brush of a hand, my body recoiling instinctively from any hint of closeness? When will I shed this suffocating cloak of fear that wraps itself around me like a second skin, a constant reminder of the horrors I've endured? When will I find the strength to stand tall, to reclaim my body as my own, untainted by the memories of pain and betrayal? When will I stop cowering from a man's touch, and learn to trust again?

After four years, I'm still fighting for peace.

"I said let go," I whimpered, my voice trembling with fear as Levi knelt beside me, his touch gentle against my clammy skin. "Don't touch me."

But Levi ignored my pleas, his patience wearing thin as he lifted me off the ground once more. I felt his strong arms snake underneath me, effortlessly hoisting me off my feet once again. My head bounced against his chest as he carried me, his expression stoic as ever. Despite my resistance, I couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude towards him, a flicker of warmth in the cold darkness that threatened to consume me.

"God, you smell like a bar," he groaned as he carried me into the house, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Levi's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he carried me up the stairs to my room, his steps deliberate and measured. Despite my drunken haze, I couldn't help but sense the tension radiating from him, like a storm brewing on the horizon. But I was too preoccupied with the swirling chaos in my mind to dwell on his mood.

As he deposited me onto the bed with more force than necessary, I let out an indignant grunt, my limbs splayed out like a ragdoll. Levi's jaw clenched with barely contained anger, his eyes flashing with a mixture of concern and irritation. But I was too intoxicated to notice, too lost in my world of blurred lines and fragmented memories.

"You're a damn fool, Iris," he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with exasperation. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to drink yourself into oblivion like this?"

I waved his words away dismissively, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness. "Relax, Captain," I slurred, a lazy smirk playing on my lips. "It's not like I'm the first soldier to drown their sorrows in a bottle."

Levi's expression darkened at my flippant response, his frustration mounting with each passing moment.

"You think this is funny, Iris?" he snapped, his voice sharp and cutting. "You could have gotten yourself killed out there tonight."

I blinked up at him, the severity of his words finally registering through the fog of alcohol. For a brief moment, I saw the worry etched into his features, the genuine concern that lay hidden beneath his gruff exterior.

But then the moment passed, and I was back to see him as just another authority figure trying to control my every move.

I was in Wall Sina, what's the worst that could happen to me? It's not like a Titan is going to appear randomly here.

"Always the overprotective captain, aren't you?" I teased, a mischievous glint in my eye. "What are you gonna do, put me on kitchen duty for a month?"

Levi's reaction was immediate, his jaw tensing as a flicker of annoyance danced in his steel-gray eyes. He let out a heavy sigh, his frustration palpable as he reluctantly took a seat beside my bed.

"Your insolence knows no bounds," he muttered, his tone laced with a fit of simmering anger. "Perhaps scrubbing the mess hall will help rein it in. Your behavior has been unacceptable."

"Do you even realize how reckless you've been?" he chastised, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You're a walking disaster, leaving a trail of chaos everywhere you go. It's exhausting having to clean up after you time and time again."

"Then don't."

"I'm your Captain. It's my job."

I watched him with bleary eyes, the room spinning around me in dizzying circles. Despite my best efforts to focus, everything seemed to blur together in a haze of confusion and disorientation. Levi's presence beside me was both comforting and unsettling, his silent vigil a stark reminder of how much I had let him down.

"Why are you still here?" I slurred, my words barely audible above the pounding of my own heart. "Shouldn't you be off saving the Walls or something?"

Levi's gaze bore into mine, his frustration seeping as he held my drunken gaze.

"We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning," he reiterated his tone firm but tinged with a hint of concern that he couldn't quite conceal.

"I don't have time to babysit a drunken fool."

I chuckled, the alcohol dulling the sting of his words. "Well, lucky for you, I'm a pro at taking care of myself," I quipped, my words slurring slightly as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Levi's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes before it was replaced by a mask of stern resolve.

"This isn't a joke, Iris," he insisted, his voice cutting through the haze of my inebriation. "You need to take this seriously."

I waved him off dismissively, my hand swatting at an imaginary fly as I leaned back in my seat. "Relax, Captain," I replied, a lazy grin spreading across my lips. "I've got it all under control."

Levi's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to rein in his frustration.

I shrugged nonchalantly, my gaze drifting lazily around the room.

"Hey, we're still alive, aren't we?" I countered, my tone flippant as I brushed off his concerns. "What more do you want?"

Levi opened his mouth to respond, but I was already drifting off, the weight of exhaustion pulling me into its embrace. His words faded into the background as sleep claimed me, leaving me to drift away into a sea of dreams.

When will this end?

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Chapter 17

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Sixteen

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•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

•Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hey y’all ♡

I’m having horrible writers block. Some pieces aren’t fitting the way I wanted to so I can only do one chapter this week. I’ve decided that one Thursday every month I won’t post unless I’m itching to. My goal for that is to make sure I don’t catch up to my chapters I haven’t posted yet so I have something for y’all to read when I get stuck. Hopefully I get some creative juices in me soon cause there’s so much I have to still write about. I’m so excited for the third seal🫶🏼

Also! Shoutout to all y’all who binged the story recently. I loved seeing each part you were all at! It really helped me write some stuff for the current chapter I’m on. Love y’all’s support!!!!

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Levi's Perspective

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"Captain Levi"

I narrowed my eyes at the sight of him—the man I despised more than any other. His once proud stature had been reduced to that of a broken man, shackled by his own demons and the weight of his crimes.

I met his gaze with a steely glare, his eyes held a feral intensity, worse from the last time I saw him.

"Alexander," I replied icily, keeping my tone devoid of emotion. His smile widened, revealing a row of yellowed teeth.

"What brings you here?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice.

"I was in town," I replied curtly. "Wanted to see how desperate and disgusting you looked after all these years."

His laughter echoed off the walls of the cell, a hollow sound that mixed together with the clinking of shackles on his limbs.

"Ah, Levi, always the charmer," he mocked, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"Did you miss me?"

I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to maintain my composure in the face of his taunts.

"Careful now," I warned, forcing a smirk. "Wouldn't want to end up like last time."

But Alexander just laughed, reclining against the cold stone floor with a smug smirk.

"Oh Levi," he sighed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're so quick to violence. Makes me wonder if above ground is really meant for someone like you."

"You're one to talk," I shot back, my voice laced with venom. "You grew up in the same filth I did."

But he just laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that echoed off the walls of the cell.

"You think we're the same, huh?" he taunted, his eyes boring into mine with a chilling intensity.

I took a step closer to him, my fists clenched at my sides as I fought to suppress the rage bubbling beneath the surface.

"I might be a rat, but I'm not a shitbag like you," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "Cut the shit and tell me— who's killing the Scouts again? Is it Carter? You calling the shots behind bars?"

But Alexander remained silent, his smug smirk never wavering as he watched my every move. I gritted my teeth in frustration, knowing that Erwin's orders bound my hands, preventing me from unleashing the full extent of my wrath upon him.

I pivoted on my heel to turn back but the echo of Alexander's voice pulled me back into the suffocating atmosphere of his cell.

"How's Iris?" he jeered, his grin twisting into a smirk that oozed malice. I shot him a withering glare, my fists clenching at my sides.

"You don't deserve to know a damn thing about her,"

His laughter grated on my nerves, a grating sound that echoed off the stone walls.

"Touchy, touchy," he taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.

"Let me ask you something though. Did you fuck her yet? Or is she still saving herself for marriage?"

"Shut your mouth, scum," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

But he just leaned against the cell bars, his smirk widening into a smirk.

"What's the matter, Captain? Can't handle a little banter?"

Before I could stop myself, my hand shot through the bars of his cell, seizing his collar with a vice-like grip. With a swift motion, I yanked him towards me, his body slamming against the unforgiving iron bars.

I watched with grim satisfaction as his face contorted in pain, the metal pressing into his flesh. Yet, despite the agony etched across his features, he dared to smirk at me, his eyes gleaming with twisted amusement.

"I know she's in Wall Sina right now," Alexander choked out against my grip.

"Stay the fuck away," I growled, my voice low and dangerous, as I spat in his face, relishing the sight of my saliva trailing down his cheek.

His smirk widened into a grotesque grin, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in a vulgar display. "It won't be me touching her," he taunted, his words a venomous echo in the dimly lit cell.

Disgust surged through me like a tidal wave, fueling the fury that burned within. The red haze descended over my vision, a veil of fury that clouded my senses and consumed my every thought. In that moment, rationality fled, leaving only raw, unbridled rage coursing through my veins.

This insolent little shit thought he could mock me, thought he could make light of the pain and suffering he'd caused. The audacity of it all ignited a firestorm within me, stoking the flames of my fury to new heights.

My elbow met his face with relentless force, each blow a symphony of vengeance echoing through the cold, stone halls of this damp dungeon. His anguished cries reverberated off the walls, a jarring agony that served as a grim will to his crimes.

I cared not for the ears that heard his pleas, nor for the consequences that may follow. All that mattered was the burning desire to see him suffer, to witness him endure the same torment he had so callously inflicted upon her.

The sight of blood streaming down his battered visage only fueled my resolve of the justice he so rightfully deserved. Though my pristine white shirt bore the stains of his punishment, I cared not for appearances. All that mattered was the relentless pursuit of retribution, a relentless storm of fury that showed no signs of abating.

His screams filled the air, a symphony of agony that still echoed through the darkness of the cell block. But even as the blood began to flow, I felt no satisfaction, no relief from the torment that gnawed at my soul.

I wanted him dead.

As I stood amidst the chaos, the echoes of my own name reverberated through the air, accompanied by the unwelcome touch of another's hands upon my person. My immediate response was sharp and unforgiving.

"Get the fuck off me," I growled, my voice cutting through the clamor as I forcefully shook off the unwanted contact, releasing my grip on Alexander and allowing him to crumple to the ground in a heap.

"We need a medic!"

The urgency in the interior police's voices only served to heighten the tension of the situation, their frantic shouts mingling with the sound of my own exasperated sigh.

"You got blood all over my sleeve," I muttered irritably, casting a disdainful glance at Alexander as I attempted to straighten out the mess he had caused.

Turning my attention to the trembling interior police, I couldn't help but feel a surge of impatience at their obvious unease. Rolling up my sleeves to conceal the bloodstains, I met their gaze with a cool and unwavering stare.

"His nose is broken. Might want to get that taken care of quickly or he might lose consciousness. Either way, I don't care," I stated bluntly, my words devoid of sympathy as I prepared to leave the scene behind me.

"Hey, you can't leave yet," one of the interior police protested, attempting to bar my path with a shaky hand.

"And why's that?" I countered, arching an eyebrow at the young officer before me, his nervous demeanor only serving to irritate me further.

"You need to fill out an incident report," he explained, his voice trembling with uncertainty as he attempted to assert his authority.

Glancing back at Alexander, who lay bloodied and battered on the floor, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the absurdity of the situation.

"Your incident report is barely breathing on the ground right now, I suggest you take care of it." I instructed calmly, yet with an unmistakable undercurrent of authority in my tone.

The young man quivered before me, his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of my stare. With a muttered apology, he stepped aside, allowing me to pass with a nod of acknowledgment.

"Smart choice."

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• Levi Ackerman FanFic x OC Fem! Slow Burn! Canon Verse!

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♰ New chapters every Thursday

♰ Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with (*) at each chapter.

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Table of Contents:

Playlist (coming soon)

Prologue

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"Now I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals; and I heard one of the four living creatures saying with a voice like thunder, 'Come and see.' And I looked, and behold, a white horse. He who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer."

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

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"When He opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, 'Come and see.' Another horse, fiery red, went out. And it was granted to the one who sat on it to take peace from the earth, and that people should kill one another; and there was given to him a great sword."

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Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

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A/N (2/22/24): Hey Hey! I hope you guys are enjoying, all the support means so much to me. This is my first fic ever so I’m learning on the way so thanks for the patience.

I have big plans for this fic. With that I plan to follow the whole aot storyline to the rumbling. I don’t plan on ending anytime soon. Just keep in mind this might be a painful slow-burn with lots of OC trauma.

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Any art/images are not mine and belong to the rightful creators & owners. OC & OC’s storyline is my creation. Do not repost on other platforms. Do not copy work. All artists & creators deserve recognition for their creations.

#levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman #attack on titan

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Chapter 16*

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As we gathered around the opulent dining table, the weight of memories pressed down upon me like a suffocating blanket. The clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversation faded into the background as I drifted further into the recesses of my mind.

The portraits adorning the walls seemed to leer at me, their frozen smiles mocking my pain. Each stroke of the brush captured a moment in time, a fragment of a life that no longer existed. My mother's face, forever preserved in oils, gazed down at me with an expression of warmth and love that felt like a cruel mockery of my current reality.

As we sat in the grand dining room, surrounded by the solemn gazes of the portraits, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. My likeness, frozen in time, stared back at me from its gilt frame, a silent testament to the innocence I had lost.

The girl in the painting seemed to mock me, her carefree smile was long gone. She was a relic of a bygone era, a reminder of the girl I would never be again. Her eyes held a spark of vitality that had long since faded from my own, a painful reminder of all that I had lost.

I couldn't bear to meet her gaze, couldn't bear to confront the stark reality of who I had become. In her eyes, I saw all the hopes and dreams that had been shattered by tragedy and loss. She was a ghost of my past, haunting me with memories of a life that could never be reclaimed.

As the conversation flowed around me, I felt myself sinking deeper into despair. Levi's voice, usually a source of strength and reassurance, was nothing more than background noise, his presence a distant echo in the cavernous room. Hange's laughter grated on my nerves, a sharp reminder of the carefree spirit I had once possessed.

I pushed my food around my plate, the taste of each morsel turning to ash in my mouth. The weight of my past hung heavy upon my shoulders, threatening to crush me beneath its burden. How could I face the future when the past loomed so large, casting a shadow that stretched back through the years?

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"Iris?" Her soft tones drifted from the hallway, gentle and reassuring.

I couldn't find the strength to respond, my heart heavy with sorrow and my eyes swollen with tears. I felt her presence draw near, her touch a soothing balm against the ache in my soul.

Her hand found its way to my back, tracing small circles that sent shivers down my spine. With a sigh, I leaned into her touch, grateful for the comfort she offered.

"You're worried, aren't you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, filled with understanding and empathy.

"Worried doesn't even begin to cover it," I admitted, my voice choked with emotion.

"I know, and I'm sorry," she murmured, her words a gentle reminder of the sacrifices we had made for love. "But this was the only way to ensure his safety above ground. After his contract is up, he will be a free man."

"But what if he doesn't make it into the top ten?" I sobbed, the weight of uncertainty crushing me beneath its relentless force.

"I assure you, he will make the top ten," she insisted, her voice laced with determination. My mother was not one to make empty promises; she knew things that I could only imagine.

"Iris, please. Look at me," she implored, lifting my chin to meet her gaze. "Dry up those tears. Tonight is your last night with him before he leaves. Don't waste it on sorrow. Go and cherish every moment you have together."

I stared into her jade eyes, the warmth of her love washing over me like a gentle breeze. With a deep breath, I wiped away my tears, determined to make the most of the time we had left.

"Okay," I whispered, a flicker of hope igniting within me once more.

"Good," she said, rising from her seat and smoothing down her black dress. "Your father has requested my presence at the church tonight, so we won't be back until later."

"I love you, Iris."

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As Ivy's voice pierced through the haze of my daydream, I found myself swirling my glass of wine absentmindedly, the crimson liquid dancing in intricate patterns. Taking a sip, I let the rich taste wash over me, a fleeting distraction from the chaos unfolding at the dinner table.

There she was, Ivy, seated next to Levi, her infatuation palpable in every word she uttered. My father seemed thoroughly entertained by her antics, indulging her with amused chuckles while completely ignoring my presence. But then again, I hadn't exactly been the life of the party, choosing to drown in silence instead.

"So, Captain Levi, what made you choose my daughter for your squad?" My father's voice cut through the air, his gaze piercing through me with thinly veiled disapproval as I raised my glass to my lips once more.

"Erwin placed her with me," Levi's voice, a rare disruption in the symphony of chatter, broke through the tension at the table.

"So the rumors aren't true? You didn't handpick your squad members?" My father pressed further, his curiosity tinged with skepticism.

"No, I did," Levi asserted, his tone firm and unwavering.

As the conversation continued to ebb and flow around me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation at the way Ivy hung onto his every word, her eyes sparkling with admiration, while my father seemed almost skeptical of Levi.

"So if given the choice, would you have chosen my daughter for your squad?" My father's inquiry hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the dinner table. His scrutiny was like a weight on my shoulders, pressing down with every passing moment.

I swirled the wine in my glass, its crimson hues dancing under the soft glow of the dining room chandelier. My father's questioning always had a way of making me feel like a child again, unsure and unsteady under his watchful eye. His doubts were no secret, his skepticism regarding my place in the Scouts was a constant source of tension between us.

"I would have still chosen your daughter if it was my choice," Levi spoke out, his voice softer than usual but only Hange and I would recognize the difference. To my family, he remained apathetic, his demeanor unwavering in the face of my father's interrogation.

I glanced up from my glass to meet Levi's gaze, finding a flicker of something unfamiliar in his steely eyes. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, a crack in his usual facade that only I seemed to notice.

"As a father, I was worried when I found out my eldest daughter joined the Scouts," my father admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of pride. "But knowing she's under your command, I have a good feeling she will be alright."

"She's fine on her own." His response was blunt and short as ever.

"If she truly was, then she'd be a captain already, not--" My father's voice grated on my nerves, but I wasn't about to let him finish that sentence unchallenged.

"I've had plenty of chances to be a captain. I just prefer being his right hand," I retorted, my tone dripping with defiance. It was like they were talking around me as if I were some puppet on strings instead of a soldier capable of making her own decisions.

My father's disapproving scoff only fueled my irritation.

"You passed up a captaincy just to keep playing second fiddle to him? You haven't changed a bit."

With a resigned sigh, my father stood up, signaling the end of dinner.

"Well, it's been lovely, but duty calls. Make yourselves at home. Elenor will show you to your rooms."

As he left the room, I resisted the urge to hurl my wine glass after him. It was just like him to avoid a confrontation, to walk away when things got uncomfortable.

Left at the table, I reached for the wine bottle, pouring myself a generous serving. The ruby liquid swirled in the glass, a comforting sight amidst the chaos of my family dinner.

When I glanced up, I found Levi's gaze already fixed on me, his eyes betraying a hint of amusement. I couldn't help but smirk back at him, raising my glass in a silent toast. His disapproving shake of the head only made me grin wider.

"You need to eat," Levi's voice broke through the heavy silence that had settled over the table.

"I'm not hungry," I retorted, parroting back all the times he'd refused food I'd offered him.

"Don't make me come over there," he warned.

I rolled my eyes, stabbing at my mashed potatoes with more force than necessary and shoveling a forkful into my mouth.

"Happy?" I mumbled with a full mouth.

"Ecstatic," he deadpanned.

Meanwhile, Hange was practically drooling over the food.

"Iris, you mind if I finish that?" they asked eagerly, reaching for the remnants of my meal.

"Is that even a question? Here," I replied, pushing the plate toward them with a smirk.

As Hange gobbled up the last of my food, their attention turned to the portraits lining the walls of the dining room.

"These are beautiful. How old were you guys when these were painted?" they asked, their mouths still half-full.

"Iris was fifteen, I was thirteen. It was a gift from our grandfather," Ivy answered, her gaze lingering on the paintings with a hint of nostalgia.

"Hmm, Iris, you look so innocent in yours," Hange observed, scrutinizing the portrait closely. "Wait, is that a paintbrush and canvas next to you?"

I sighed, knowing where this was going. "Yeah, good observation," I muttered sarcastically.

"Do you paint?" Hange inquired, genuinely curious.

"Obviously," Levi interjected, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he rose from his seat and made his exit.

"How did you not even know? You were roommates for a good five years."

With Levi gone, it was just Hange, my sister, and my left in the dining room. As Hange continued to pepper me with questions about my artistic endeavors, I couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at Levi's abrupt departure. But then again, that was just Levi being Levi.

"You know, Iris," Ivy began, her voice laced with a honeyed sweetness that made my skin crawl.

"I've always admired Captain Levi's...strength."

But Ivy wasn't finished. With a coy smile, she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I must admit, Iris, I never realized how handsome Captain Levi was until now. It's nice to finally put a name to the face."

Her eyes glimmered with an intensity that made my stomach churn uncomfortably, her subtle gestures betraying a keen interest in a man who had never shown an inkling of reciprocation. Let alone a man she just met.

"I've heard tales of his valor," she continued, her tone dripping with exaggerated admiration, "and his dedication to the cause."

I exchanged a glance with Hange, silently pleading for intervention, but she merely offered an amused smirk, clearly reveling in Ivy's shameless flirtation.

"And speaking of dedication," Ivy added, her gaze lingering on me for a moment too long, "Iris, do you know if Captain Levi has any... personal commitments? Perhaps to someone special?"

The insinuation hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating me with its implications. Ivy's relentless pursuit of Levi's attention grated on my nerves, igniting a fierce discomfort that begged for escape.

With a strained smile, I rose from the table, clutching at the excuse of fetching another bottle of wine to mask my abrupt departure.

"Hange can tell you all about it," I muttered, my voice betraying a hint of urgency as I fled the suffocating atmosphere of the dining room, leaving behind Ivy's lingering gaze and the unsettling echo of her probing inquiries.

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I tiptoed past the dining room, where the echoes of Ivy and Hange's laughter reverberated through the corridors like a mischievous melody. They were knee-deep in their preparations for the upcoming ball, their voices beamed with excitement as they discussed everything from decorations to dance partners.

I couldn't bring myself to join them. The mere thought of endless hours spent deliberating over floral arrangements and seating charts made my head throb with an intensity that rivaled the morning sun. So instead, I sought refuge in the solitude of my old room, hoping to find solace in the familiar confines of my childhood sanctuary.

But even sleep proved to be an elusive escape, my dreams haunted by fragmented memories and whispered regrets. When I finally roused from my restless slumber, a throbbing headache greeted me like an unwelcome guest, a lingering reminder of the wine-fueled haze that had clouded my senses the night before.

Seeking respite from the cacophony of laughter downstairs, I made my way to the kitchen, the promise of a steaming cup of tea luring me like a siren's song. Yet, to my surprise, I found Elenor already there, her deft hands maneuvering with practiced ease as she prepared a tray laden with snacks and tea.

"Well, well, if it isn't our sleeping beauty," Elenor quipped, her smile warm and welcoming despite the late hour.

I offered her a sheepish grin, my headache pulsing with renewed vigor as I scanned the array of herbal remedies lining the shelves.

"Just the person I was hoping to see," I replied, my tone tinged with a hint of desperation.

Elenor's gaze softened with sympathy as she assessed my condition, her fingers deftly selecting a blend of lavender and ginger to soothe my aching head.

"Your mother's tea will do wonders," she assured me, her voice a gentle balm against the discordant symphony of my thoughts.

"Are you not lending a hand with the planning?" Elenor inquired, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

As she busied herself with the preparations, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the prospect of evading my duties yet again. At the same time, I didn't ask to be a part of the planning. I shook my head, a sigh escaping my lips as I resigned myself to my fate.

"Not my forte,"

But Elenor had other plans, her gaze unwavering as she handed me the tray, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.

"Levi requested tea," she revealed, her smile knowing. "And since you're here, you might as well check in on your guest."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Elenor was already retreating, her laughter trailing behind her like a whisper in the wind. With a resigned sigh, I grasped the tray tightly, steeling myself for the inevitable encounter that awaited me. After all, if there was one thing more daunting than planning a ball, it was facing Levi Ackerman with a pounding headache but at least I had a tray of tea in hand.

As I stood in the hallway of my childhood home, the weight of the tray in my hands felt like an anchor tethering me to a past I longed to forget. Every step towards Levi's room I felt my stomach turn and my hands start to shake.

The portraits lining the walls seemed to mock me with their silent gaze, their painted eyes boring into my soul as if they knew the secrets I harbored within. Memories, both bitter and sweet, threatened to overwhelm me, each step forward a hesitant shuffle toward the inevitable.

Elenor's well-intentioned gesture had unwittingly become a catalyst for my torment, her innocent invitation to deliver tea to a guest transforming into a cruel reminder of everything I had lost. I wanted to scream, to lash out at the walls closing in around me, but the weight of my grief held me captive in its suffocating embrace.

With trembling hands, I approached the door to Levi's room, the wood worn smooth from years of use. I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest, the memories flooding my mind with a dizzying intensity.

My gaze fell upon the looming presence of the parlor room, its doors casting a shadow over my memories like a specter from the past. It had been years since I had dared to venture near that threshold, the weight of its significance bearing down on me with each passing moment.

The last time I crossed that threshold was the day my mother drew her final breath, the room forever frozen in time as a testament to the tragedy that had unfolded within its walls. It had become a sanctuary of sorrow, a sacred space untouched by the passage of time.

The memories that lingered within those walls were a haunting presence, a reminder of the pain and loss that had defined my existence ever since that fateful day. And yet, despite my best efforts to bury them, they clawed their way back to the surface, threatening to consume me once more.

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I couldn't wipe the grin off my face as Alexander guided the stallion through the gates, his hand firmly clasping mine. The exhilaration of our impending announcement coursed through me, making my heart race with anticipation.

Dismounting gracefully, Alexander extended his hand to help me down from the horse, his touch sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. I couldn't help but admire the glint of the ring on my finger, the sunlight catching the gemstone in a dazzling display.

"Ready to share the news?" Alexander's voice was filled with excitement as he gestured towards the house, his eyes shining with anticipation.

"My mother deserves to know first," I replied, a smile playing at the corners of my lips as Alexander led me towards the entrance.

As we burst through the door, Elenor's surprised voice greeted us, her eyes widening at our sudden arrival.

"Lady Iris!" she yelled, taken aback by our unannounced entrance.

"Sorry to barge in, Elenor. Do you know where mother is?" I asked my hand still intertwined with Alexander's, the ring sparkling in the light.

"In the piano room, but she didn't seem well," Elenor replied, concern etched on her face. "Perhaps it's best to wait until later."

"I have just the thing to cheer her up," I announced proudly, holding out my hand to reveal the dazzling ring.

Elenor gasped in astonishment, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the ring.

"Oh, my, that's stunning," she exclaimed, her excitement contagious.

"This will surely bring a smile to her face! Off you go then!" With a warm smile, she ushered us towards the piano room, leaving me feeling buoyant and eager to share our joyous news with my mother.

As we burst into the room, my heart racing with anticipation, I scanned the parlor with eager eyes, searching for any sign of my mother's presence. But the room lay empty, void of the familiar warmth and laughter that usually filled its walls.

"Let's check the parlor," I urged, my voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Gripping Alexander's hand tightly, I led the way, my steps quickening with each passing moment.

With a swift motion, I flung open the doors to my mother's sanctuary, my breath catching in my throat as I stepped inside. But instead of the welcoming embrace I had anticipated, the room seemed to darken before my eyes, the air heavy with an oppressive sense of foreboding.

A strangled cry tore from my lips as I stumbled forward, the weight of despair crashing over me like a tidal wave. Alexander's arms enveloped me, anchoring me to the ground as I sank to my knees, the world spinning around me in a dizzying blur.

Desperation clawed at my chest as I fought to reach her, my hands grasping for something, anything to hold onto. But Alexander held me back, his voice a distant echo in the chaos, his attempts to comfort me falling on deaf ears.

The sound of Elenor's scream pierced the air, shattering the silence with a jolt of raw emotion. My body trembled with exhaustion, every muscle aching with the weight of grief as I struggled to make sense of the nightmare unfolding around me.

But no matter how hard I tried, the truth remained unchanged, a bitter pill I couldn't swallow. And as the echoes of my cries filled the room, I felt the world slip away, consumed by darkness I could never escape.

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"Iris," Levi's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.

I blinked, startled to find him standing before me, his presence looming like a shadow in the dimly lit hallway. He wasn't clad in his usual uniform or stiff attire; instead, he wore something casual, an unexpected sight that softened his typically stern demeanor.

"Sorry," I stammered, momentarily flustered by his sudden appearance.

"I brought you tea." I lifted the tray in the offering, hoping to break the awkward silence that hung between us like a heavy fog.

Without a word, Levi reached out and snatched the tray from my grasp, his movements sharp and efficient. With a curt nod, he gestured for me to enter, holding the door open with an impatient air.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" His voice was laced with irritation, a sharp contrast to the calm facade he exuded just moments ago.

"Right. Sorry," I muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks as I followed him into the room.

The door clicked shut behind me, enclosing us in a cocoon of silence. I made my way to the seating area near the fireplace, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows across the room. It had been ages since I set foot in this space, and the sight of another person occupying it—especially Levi, of all people—sent a strange pang of discomfort through me.

Only these walls know the things that have happened in this room.

As Levi busied himself with pouring the tea, the tension in the room seemed to thicken, suffocating me with its weight. I fidgeted with the hem of my dress, unsure of what to say or do to break through the palpable awkwardness that hung between us like a heavy shroud.

"When was the last time you were back in this hell hole?" Levi's voice cut through the quiet, punctuated by the clink of his cup meeting his lips.

"The trials," I replied curtly, my tone matching his blunt demeanor.

He simply nodded, taking another sip of his tea, his expression unreadable.

"It's been that long, huh?" he remarked, his voice carrying a hint of sympathy.

"Yeah, I don't like being here," I admitted, feeling a twinge of discomfort at the memories this place evoked.

"I don't blame you. Your family—" He paused as if grappling with his next words, and I braced myself for the inevitable mention of my past.

"Irritating? Think they're better than everyone else? Annoying?" I supplied, cutting him off before he could tip-toe around the truth. His restraint was admirable, but sometimes honesty was necessary, especially in moments like these.

"No," he responded quickly, his eyes darting away from mine.

"Don't hold yourself back now," I teased, a playful smile tugging at my lips. "It's times like this when I need your witty remarks."

His gaze returned to meet mine, a flicker of relief dancing across his features.

"Your sister is a nuisance," he admitted, his tone tinged with frustration. "The woman does not shut up."

"Oh, it's only going to get worse," I chuckled, taking a sip of my tea. "Trust me."

"I don't understand," he groaned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I just met her."

"Well, get ready," I quipped, a mischievous glint in my eye. "You're in for a wild ride."

"Everyone's heard the stories of Captain Levi and how he's dedicated to the cause," I mimicked Ivy's voice, earning an eye roll from Levi in response.

"I'm just doing my job," he replied, his tone clipped and dismissive.

"Yeah, and you're pretty good at it. Of course, people are going to talk about the guy with a Titan kill count of thirty-six," I remarked, unable to resist poking fun at his legendary status.

"It's not thirty-six," he groaned, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

"Yes, it is," I insisted, refusing to let him downplay his achievements.

"Can't be," he muttered, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the truth.

"I keep track."

"Well, don't. It's not useful," he retorted, his irritation evident.

"It's fun, and I'm going to continue to do so," I declared, standing up from my seat.

"Where are you going?" he interjected, his voice betraying a hint of concern.

"To bed, and so should you," I replied, flashing him a playful smirk.

"Big talk from someone who doesn't sleep," he fired back, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Likewise," I countered, returning his smile as I made my way to the door. "Goodnight, Captain."

"Night," he responded, his gaze lingering on me as I exited the room.

"Iris," my father's voice called out from his study, the door ajar, inviting me in with its dim illumination.

With a heavy sigh, I stepped into the room, bracing myself for the inevitable confrontation.

"Father," I greeted him curtly as I entered.

"Close the door," he ordered, his tone firm and unwavering.

I complied, closing the door behind me with a soft click, the sound echoing in the tense silence that hung between us.

As my father removed his reading glasses and set them aside, his gaze bore into me with a harshness that cut to the core. It was a look I'd grown accustomed to over the years, but it still stung every time.

"You know how I feel about going into another man's room unwedded," he began, his words dripping with disdain. "Don't want to make the same mistake as last time."

"It's not like that. He's my captain," I protested, attempting to defend myself against his accusations.

"Captain and subordinates don't spend alone time together. It's inappropriate," he admonished, his voice growing harsher with each word. "You have a habit of inappropriate behavior. It makes our family look bad. He's from the underground; he's nothing but trouble."

I couldn't help but fire back, my stubbornness bubbling to the surface.

"Last I recall, you favored a boy from the underground."

"And look where that got you. Cowering under that fool's hands. I thought the Scouts were supposed to make you fearless and strengthen you. All that work and you're still weak."

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A/N: Midsommar & Florence Pugh’s acting was my inspiration when writing Iris’s flashback about her mother. I’m sorry for such an eerie song to go with the chapter but if you’ve seen the movie then you’d understand what I’m trying to convey.

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Chapter 15

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The rhythmic trot of the horses' hooves reverberated along the silent morning streets as the carriage, drawn by majestic black mares, came to a halt before the imposing gates of the regiment's headquarters. Above, the sky wore a somber cloak of ash gray, devoid of any hint of sunlight.

"Early bird catches the worm, right?" Hange's lively voice chirped from behind me, breaking the serene atmosphere. I turned to find them, clad in their formal uniform, accompanied by Moblit carrying an array of bags.

"Can't let you have all the fun, can I?" I said with a smirk playing on my lips.

"I brought party favors."

"Well, well, well, look at you!" Hange exclaimed, sweeping over me with a critical eye. They seized my arms and maneuvered them, examining the intricate details of my dress.

"It's new, right?" Hange inquired, eyeing the delicate stitching on my sleeves.

"And that lace collar? Pure Wall Sina elegance. Plus, that cinched waist? You're stunning, Iris."

A blush crept onto my cheeks at their lavish praise, a warmth that I couldn't suppress.

"Thanks, Hange," I replied, unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips.

"Ah, but it's true!" Hange insisted, their enthusiasm infectious as ever.

"If only you swung my way," they teased, their tone playful yet tinged with a hint of longing.

I chuckled softly, shaking my head at their antics.

"You always know how to make me feel special, Hange."

"Well, what can I say? I have a knack for spotting greatness."

With a playful wink, Hange climbed into the carriage, and I followed suit, settling into my seat beside them. Pulling out a bottle of wine from my bag, I poured two glasses for the ride.

The morning sun cast a warm glow inside the carriage, illuminating the space where Hange's lively voice echoed.

"Anyone would be lucky to have you, isn't that right, Levi?" Hange quipped, their eyes gleaming mischievously as they accepted a glass of wine from me.

Levi?

Levi's entrance was unexpected, his usual stern demeanor softened by the way his hair fell slightly into his face. As he stepped into the carriage, a sliver of sunlight illuminated his features just right, highlighting the rugged edges of his jawline and bringing out the intensity of his sapphire eyes. His hand rested casually on his stomach while his suit jacket draped over his arm.

"What are you two blabbering about now?" Levi's tone was gruff, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he settled into the seat across from me.

"Oh, just how stunning—" Hange began, only to be cut off by Levi's sharp retort.

"Are you seriously drinking this early in the morning?" Levi's disapproval was evident, his gaze flitting disapprovingly between us as he spoke.

As Moblit bid us farewell and closed the carriage door behind him, reality set in that Levi was going to be with us for the next three days. Levi's attention remained fixed on the passing scenery outside, his posture rigid and defensive.

"What brings you here, Captain?" I couldn't help but inquire, a note of defiance creeping into my voice. "Don't you have squad duties to attend to?"

"Eld and Gunther can handle things," Levi replied tersely, his gaze still averted.

"You've missed practice the past few days. You can't just avoid it because of an injury."

"I'm injured, Levi. What do you want from me?" I shot back, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Besides, I've been handling your paperwork in the meantime."

He is so confusing, first, he gets mad at me for wanting to practice now he's upset at me for not showing up. What does he want from me?

Levi's response was a stony silence, but the tension in his posture hinted at a vulnerability that he was unwilling to show.

"What was that Levi?" I asked him as I watched his lips move but barely any sound came out.

"You can still drop by and check-in," he groaned, not looking at me. He crossed his arms and gazed out the window. If I wasn't mistaken, it seemed like Levi was pouting at me.

"Still doesn't answer my question. Why are you here? Hange? Why is he here?" I whined, feeling a tinge of frustration creeping in. "You didn't mention him tagging along."

"Well, you see," Hange began with a sheepish smile, but Levi interjected before they could finish.

"Look, I don't want to be here either. Deal with it. That's an order," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Don't mind if I do then," I retorted, lifting my wine glass in a mocking toast before taking a sip. Levi's scoff was like background noise, a familiar soundtrack to our interactions. His judgment was old news, something I'd learned to tune out long ago.

"Awe, look at you guys," Hange chimed in, seemingly oblivious to the tension.

"Don't start," I muttered, bracing myself for their teasing.

"You guys are matching!" they squealed balling up their fists in excitement.

I caught Levi's eyes scanning me up and down, his gaze making me feel exposed.

"Why are you dressed like that?" he questioned, his tone laced with thinly veiled disapproval.

I glanced down at my black dress, then back at him. His signature white cravat was wrapped around his collar, accentuating his pristine black suit. In my opinion, we were all dressed appropriately for the occasion. What did he expect me to wear? My Scout uniform? The thought made me shudder.

"I know you're not talking to me. Did you forget you're dressed up as well?" I shot back, giving him the same look he had given me.

"This is my normal attire," he shrugged, brushing off my remark.

"At least your hair looks presentable for once."

"Gotta say, that braid is pretty cute," Hange smiled, attempting to diffuse the tension with a playful comment.

"You think my hair is long enough for that?" Hange asked, playing with their hair, attempting to lighten the mood.

I took another sip of my wine, finding solace in the familiar burn as I turned my attention back to the window, blocking out Hange's incessant chatter. But despite my efforts to ignore him, I couldn't shake the feeling of Levi's eyes on me.

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As the fountain's water danced in the sunlight, I sat on the familiar marble bench, basking in the tranquility of my mother's favorite spot. The garden, a sanctuary of ivy and Iris's blossoms was a testament to my father's love for her, a love that I lingered for. The dedication I craved from a man.

"Hey, Iris," Alexander's voice broke through the peaceful ambiance, his presence sending ripples through my thoughts.

I glanced up to find him standing there, a single rose in his hand, his gaze soft and affectionate. Despite the turmoil brewing within me, his mere presence brought a sense of calm.

"Thanks," I murmured, accepting the flower, its delicate petals dancing along my fingertips.

As he settled beside me on the bench, his touch gentle against my cheek, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of him leaving.

"I'm gonna miss this place," he admitted, his tone tinged with regret. "But most of all, I'm gonna miss you."

My heart clenched at his words, the reality of his departure sinking in like an anchor pulling me down.

"Take me with you," I pleaded, desperation lacing my voice.

His expression softened, but his eyes held a weight I couldn't ignore. "You know I can't do that," he said, his voice heavy with resignation.

Tears welled in my eyes as fear gripped my heart. The thought of him leaving for the Scouts, of facing the unknown without him by my side, filled me with dread.

"But I'll be in the Military Police," he reassured me, his words falling short of comfort. "I'll be right here in Wall Sina with you. Your father said he'd help."

The fragile hope his words offered was quickly shattered by the harsh reality of our situation.

"I'm going with you," I declared, determination igniting within me.

His reaction was not what I expected. The warmth in his eyes faded, replaced by a coldness I had never seen before. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"You know I can't do that to your father," he said, his voice laced with frustration.

"It would be disrespectful."

Standing beside him, I refused to back down.

"It's my decision." I insisted, my resolve unwavering.

His smile came back like it never left.

"Come on, we are going to the market."

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As I sat lost in my thoughts, the sound of Levi's voice shattered the silence, his presence looming over me like a storm cloud. I glanced up to find him eyeing the nearly empty wine bottle with a mixture of disbelief and disdain. My heart quickened, a nervous flutter dancing in my chest for reasons I couldn't quite fathom

"You polished off this whole thing, huh?" he remarked, his tone dripping with incredulity.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, Hange did lend a hand," I quipped, attempting to deflect his scrutiny.

A grunt was his only response as he exited the carriage, leaving me alone with the remnants of our indulgence. With a resigned sigh, I finished off the last of the wine and gathered my belongings, preparing to follow suit.

To my surprise, I found Levi lingering by the carriage, his hand extended in a rare display of courtesy. My heart quickened at the sight, a rush of anticipation coursing through me. I hesitated for a moment before accepting his help, allowing his strong grip to guide me safely to the ground below.

"About time," he muttered gruffly, his coat draped effortlessly over his shoulders as his warm and gentle touch guided me down the carriage steps.

Once my feet were firmly planted on solid ground, I released his calloused hand quicker than ever. Though his words may have lacked sweetness, in that fleeting moment, his actions spoke volumes, a glimpse of a side of Levi I had never seen before.

As Hange's impatient call echoed across the dock, urging us to hurry, I couldn't help but marvel at her seemingly boundless energy.

"How did she get on there so fast?" I quipped, glancing at Levi who walked beside me.

"While you were in dreamland, we were unloading the carriage," he retorted dryly, waiting for me to step onto the dock before him. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, though he masked it well behind his usual stoic facade.

Together, we joined Hange on the deck, their excitement palpable as they rambled about dinner plans.

"What kind of dinner do you think your family prepared for us?" she chirped, her enthusiasm infectious.

I froze at her words, a wave of confusion washing over me. Family? What was she talking about?

"Dinner?" I echoed, confusion clouding my thoughts. What was Hange blabbering about now? But Hange's next words sent a chill down my spine.

"Your father invited us to the estate," they squealed, their enthusiasm contagious.

"I'm so excited! Just thinking about the word 'estate' makes me giddy."

For me, the word "estate" echoed in my mind, conjuring memories of a past I had long tried to forget. What had my father orchestrated behind my back? And why was he extending an invitation to my past life?

Suppressing a sigh, I leaned against the railing, watching the ferry pull away from the dock.

"Estate, huh?" Levi remarked, standing beside me.

"Yeah, what about it?" I muttered, my mind racing to make sense of this unexpected turn of events.

"Didn't think you were the noble type," he mused, his tone teasing yet tinged with curiosity. His gaze was fixed on the horizon but I saw the amusement in his eyes.

"Don't get it twisted," I shot back, bristling at the implication. "Just because I grew up there doesn't mean I'm a priss."

Levi's lips twitched in a ghost of a smirk, but before he could respond, Hange's voice cut through the air once more.

"I don't know about that. Rooming with you all those years, it's starting to make sense," they teased, a playful glint in their eyes.

"Alright," I conceded, pushing off the railing and following my steps toward the sanctuary of a nearby bar.

"Where are you going?" Hange called after me.

"The bar," I replied, my steps quickening as I sought solace in the promise of a stiff drink and silence.

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The estate stood in silent grandeur, its pristine white exterior softened by the tendrils of ivy that wove their way along the brick walls. Before us, my mother's beloved garden bloomed, her beloved irises stood proud, their vibrant blooms a striking contrast against the soft hues of alliums and peonies.

Hange's exuberance echoed through the air as they darted towards the front door. "Wow, Iris, your home is incredible!" they praised, their eyes wide with awe.

Levi's smirk was barely concealed as he observed the scene.

"House?" he remarked dryly, his tone laced with amusement.

A flush of embarrassment warmed my cheeks at Hange's enthusiasm. I hadn't anticipated bringing them here, to this place steeped in memories both joyful and painful.

Who would've thought we'd end up here, at my childhood home?

Standing before the imposing doors, uncertainty gripped me. Should I knock? Or just walk in? It had been so long since I'd been back, and the weight of the past pressed down on me.

When was the last time I'd walked through them? Was it really during the trials?

Levi's impatient voice interrupted my thoughts. "Well, shall we?" he grumbled. "Or are we just going to loiter here?"

Before I could decide, the doors swung open, revealing the figure of someone familiar.

"Lady Iris,"

"Elenor," I replied, returning her smile with genuine warmth.

"Lady?" Hange's incredulous gasp echoed behind me.

With a gesture, Elenor invited us inside the foyer. The smell of freshly polished wood and lavender still spread throughout the place. My mother always loved it when Elenor used lavender to clean, I'm glad she is still keeping her wishes.

"Come in, dinner is almost ready for you," she announced, her demeanor gracious and welcoming.

Turning to my companions, I introduced them to the woman who had been a steadfast presence in my family's life for as long as I could remember.

"This is Elenor," I explained, a pang of nostalgia tugging at my heart.

"She's been with our family for years."

Elenor's vibrant smile was like a beacon, drawing me into its warmth and familiarity. For a moment, all the reasons I had left this place faded into the background, overshadowed by the sense of homecoming that enveloped me. It was a feeling I hadn't realized I'd missed until now.

"Can I get you guys anything?" Elenor asked, her voice carrying a hint of warmth and hospitality.

"Tea, please," Levi requested, his tone softening ever so slightly.

"Right away," Elenor replied, disappearing into the depths of the house.

"Hey, follow me," I said, gesturing toward a nearby hallway.

"I want to show you guys something."

Leading the way, I navigated the familiar corridors until we reached a set of ornate double doors. Pushing them open, I revealed a spacious room bathed in soft, golden light. At its center stood a majestic grand piano, its ebony exterior gleaming in the sunlight that streamed through the windows.

"Wow, what is this place?" Hange proclaimed, their eyes widening in awe.

"This is the piano room," I explained, a nostalgic smile playing on my lips.

"My mother used to play here all the time."

Levi surveyed the room with a quiet reverence, his usual stoicism giving way to a rare moment of introspection.

"It's beautiful," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of admiration.

"Feel free to make yourselves comfortable," I said, gesturing towards the plush chairs arranged around the piano.

"I'll go check on the tea."

As I left them to explore the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to share this piece of my past with them. Despite the uncertainties that lay ahead, I knew that at this moment, surrounded by the echoes of my childhood, I was exactly where I was meant to be.

In the cozy confines of the kitchen, Elenor turned to me with a curious expression.

"Miss? What are you doing here?" she inquired, her eyes searching mine for answers.

"Helping," I replied with a grin, instinctively reaching for the familiar cabinets.

"And who are those dashing friends you brought along?" Elenor pressed, her curiosity piqued.

"Hange is an old friend from training camp, they're a section leader," I explained, glancing back towards the door where they awaited.

"And the boy?"

"Oh, that's Captain Levi."

"The Captain Levi?" Elenor gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.

I chuckled softly. "Yes, the one and only. But don't bring it up, he's not one for idle chatter." I warned, continuing my search for the elusive tea.

"What a humble man."

Elenor's knowing smile warmed my heart as she produced a tin from the cupboard.

"I thought you'd be wanting this," she said, holding it out to me with a smile.

My mother's favorite blend. The tin was still filled to the top, it was like she made it just yesterday.

As I arranged the tea set on the tray, Elenor's inquisitive gaze followed my every move. Her teasing tone hung in the air like a mischievous melody, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes.

"What do they like in their tea?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity.

"He likes sugar when it's there. He normally drinks it—" I started to explain, only to be interrupted by the shrill whistle of the kettle.

"It still has time?" Elenor questioned, puzzled by my sudden rush.

"Levi taught me the perfect steeping process for tea is to never let it go for too long. The moment it goes over time, the whole batch is just ruined," I explained, swiftly removing the kettle from the burner.

Elenor's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Ah, I see. You came to make sure the tea was perfect for him."

I rolled my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Right," I muttered, focusing on arranging the cups and saucers. Elenor's playful demeanor was enough to make me squirm.

"It's not like that," I protested weakly, but Elenor's knowing smile told me she wasn't buying it. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she picked up the tray, her movements graceful and deliberate.

"I guess we'll see then, won't we?" she remarked, her words hanging in the air like a challenge.

With a resigned sigh, I followed Elenor to the piano room, bracing myself for whatever playful banter awaited me. Little did I know, her teasing was only the beginning of a much more intriguing game—one fate only knew.

The moment the door swung open, Ivy's voice pierced the air, a high-pitched squeal echoing through the room.

"Wow, so you're Captain Levi?" she gushed, her excitement palpable even from across the room.

Fuck. Ivy's enthusiasm would be impossible to contain, especially after seeing Levi.

"Iris!" Her voice reached a new octave as she caught sight of me, abandoning Levi's side to rush over to where I stood.

I braced myself for the impending onslaught, hoping against hope that she'd tone down the theatrics. But knowing Ivy, that was wishful thinking.

As she approached, her blond hair tied back with a perfectly coordinated bow, I couldn't help but marvel at how much she'd grown in my absence. Yet, despite her apparent maturity, she still radiated the same boundless energy that had defined her as a child.

"Ivy," I greeted her with forced calm.

In a whirlwind of motion, she enveloped me in a bone-crushing hug, squeezing me with a fervor that threatened to crush my ribs.

I struggled to catch my breath, shooting a pleading glance at Levi, who had risen to his feet at the sight of Ivy's exuberance.

"She's injured. Don't squeeze her like that," he spoke, his voice sharp and commanding. Ivy froze, her eyes widening in alarm as she released me from her grip.

"I'm so sorry, sister. I didn't know!" she blurted out, her expression morphing into one of genuine concern.

"It's fine. I'm fine," I reassured her, mustering a weak smile as I made my way to the nearest available seat, eager to put some distance between myself and Ivy's overzealous affection.

"So tell me all about my big sister!" Ivy's voice rang out, bubbling with curiosity. "What does she do in the regiment?"

"Your big sister is part of the best squad in the Scouts," Hange chimed in eagerly, playing along with Ivy's enthusiasm.

"Is that so? She never mentioned that to me! So are you a captain now?" Ivy turned her attention to me, her eyes alight with anticipation.

"No. I'm her captain; she is my second in command," Levi interjected tersely, cutting off any further questioning.

"Wow!" Ivy's eyes widened in awe. "So you train directly underneath humanity's strongest?" she gushed, leaning in closer to Levi.

But Levi remained unmoved, his gaze fixed straight ahead as if Ivy's presence barely registered to him. He lifted his cup of tea to his lips, his manner as impassive as ever.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at Ivy's persistent flirting, even though I knew it was futile. Levi wasn't one to be swayed by empty flattery, especially not from someone like Ivy.

As Ivy continued to chatter, I couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at my lips. Despite her best efforts, Levi's indifference to her advances was a small victory in my book. Her charms had worked on everyone we knew since we were children, but Levi seemed immune to her allure.

Maybe he wasn't as unflappable as he appeared, at least when it came to my sister's charms.

And for some reason, that realization filled me with an unexpected sense of satisfaction. It was comforting to know that, even in the face of Ivy's relentless flirting, Levi remained steadfast and unaffected. Somehow, it made me appreciate him even more.

But as Ivy continued to chatter, I felt a shift, a subtle change in Levi's demeanor. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him glancing in my direction.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. It was a gaze unlike any other I had experienced with Levi. His usual steely demeanor softened, and there was a warmth in his eyes that took me by surprise.

I couldn't help but hold his gaze, feeling a flutter of anticipation and uncertainty in the pit of my stomach.

And then, just as quickly as it had come, the moment was gone. Levi's gaze flickered away, returning to its usual impassive state.

What are you thinking behind those melancholy eyes of yours, Levi?

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Chapter 14

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•New chapters every Thursday

•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

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Her fingers traced the bumpy path of my ribs, each touch turning up the volume of the discomfort. With a casual hum, she locked her gaze on my stomach, methodically pressing into different spots.

"What's the news?" I groaned, the pressure intensifying with every poke.

"You're not gonna like it," she replied, fingers unrelenting.

"When do I ever?" I groaned again, feeling the pain spike. "Ouch, seriously, can't you ease up a bit?"

"Do you always have to whine?" she shot back, her fingers persistently prodding.

"Come on, just spill it," I urged, rolling my eyes.

"You'll be down and out for a while, maybe a month," she dropped the bomb.

"Not this again," I groaned, my gaze shifting to the ceiling.

"Well, maybe if you'd done what you were supposed to all those years ago, we wouldn't be here right now," she huffed, rolling back on her chair.

"Yeah, yeah, just wrap me up," I said, holding my shirt away to give her access. She worked in silence, securing the wraps around my protesting ribs with practiced ease.

"Has anyone asked you to the ball yet?" the doctor tried to spark a conversation.

I chuckled. "No time for that in my schedule."

Silence hung between us.

"How about you? Got a dance partner?" I shot back.

"Nope, and I don't need an invite to have a good time," she replied, a rare smile gracing her face.

The first time I'd witnessed that woman crack a smile. Her smile was infectious, I had to grin in return.

"Good. I know you'll rock it. Give me a heads up if you need some wine; I'll stash a bottle for you." I winked.

She rolled her eyes, laughing.

"Your tricks make me a bit concerned as a doctor."

"Hey now, I didn't down those bottles solo," I defended, throwing my hands up, but a sharp movement made me wheeze in pain.

"Careful," she cautioned, still wrapping my protesting stomach.

"Doctor Lange." The door swung open, and the voice echoed through the room.

"I'm busy!" She yelled, hastily trying to cover me. I quickly pulled my blouse closed, shielding my chest.

Levi's eyes met mine, and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He paced away, desperately avoiding eye contact, as if the wall next to him suddenly became the most intriguing thing in the world.

Today was my day off, and seeing Levi here was unexpected, especially after last night's incident. But here he stood, looking like a flustered teenager.

"Will you ever learn to knock?" The doctor huffed, clearly annoyed.

"Even after this, I doubt it," I laughed, finding the whole situation amusing.

Levi, for the first time, seemed genuinely embarrassed, and I couldn't resist enjoying the moment.

"Right. Yeah," he stumbled, avoiding looking at either of us. "I'll be... I'll be out there." He hastily walked out of the room.

"We're done if you wanna go," she said, clearly amused by the recent events.

"I don't know if I wanna leave just yet," I replied with a smirk.

"Well, that's the first," she laughed.

"Yeah, I didn't think my Captain would ever see that part of me, so," I said, shooting her a knowing look.

"You have to face him sooner or later. Use it to your advantage," she suggested.

"Y'know, I'm starting to like you," I laughed, hopping off the bed and adjusting my shirt, buttoning it back up properly.

"See you tomorrow," she smiled as I walked out the door.

Levi leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, gaze fixed on the ground. There was still a hint of red on his face when I approached him.

"Captain," I greeted him with a playful grin.

"Iris," he muttered, avoiding eye contact. "I didn't see anything, if that's what you're wondering."

"I'd rather pretend this didn't happen," I told him.

"Great. Good," he said, finally meeting my gaze. "Erwin is requesting all of us to meet in his office at noon."

"It's my day off," I protested. "Also, I'm not a captain."

"You were requested," Levi repeated.

"Fine. Whatever. See you then," I said, walking off. He headed into the doctor's office shortly after.

What could he possibly need in there? It's not like he's hurt, and if he was, he wouldn't be caught dead in the doctor's office.

I knew everything about that man's schedule he was supposed to have back-to-back meetings today. When did he find time to weasel his way out of them?

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"Commander. Sorry I'm late," I spoke out, pushing the heavy mahogany door open, its hinges creaking echoing my arrival into Erwin's office.

"Iris!" Erwin's authoritative yet welcoming voice filled the room. "Right on time."

"Uh, I thought I was late?" I questioned, taking in the dimly lit room, the sunlight struggling through the heavy curtains. The scent of polished wood and the slight rustle of paperwork filled the air.

My eyes danced over the orderly chaos of scouting reports and strategically placed documents. The faint scent of aged wood and ink lingered in the air.

As I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the room, Erwin motioned toward a plush sofa near the window, bathed in gentle sunlight. The ambiance felt almost reverent, a sanctuary within the bustling headquarters.

"Where is everyone?"

No one else was here. I purposely made myself late to the meeting so I didn't have to attend the whole thing. Did they already finish up? I'm so confused right now. Why am I the only person here?

"They'll be joining us shortly. Please, take a seat and let me pour you some tea," Erwin invited, his movements deliberate and graceful. The rich aroma of brewing tea began to intertwine with the atmosphere.

Seated on the sofa, it's leather cool against my back, I marveled at the view outside. The courtyard was adorned with blooming flowers and the distant hum of soldiers preparing for the day. Erwin's office, a haven within the bustling headquarters, seemed suspended in time.

"How's the injury?" Erwin inquired, the concern in his eyes mirrored in the soothing warmth of the tea he offered.

"I'll be out for a while," I replied, sinking into the luxurious sofa and the fragrant tea creating a momentary escape from the real world.

"Thought so, you took a hard fall last expedition," Erwin remarked, his eyes held concern but something else lurked behind it. It was a knowing look I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Yeah, well, the ground wasn't as soft as it looked," I quipped, smirking as I sipped the tea.

"So how are you holding up?"

"I'm fine. Just bored," I shrugged, glancing around Erwin's office. The atmosphere, with its subtle scent of old books and polished wood, made it one of the few places I could tolerate.

"I've been bored myself. Not much to do when the weather is bad. Titans seem to be quieter when it's snowing, so it makes up," Erwin shared, his eyes focused on the swirling snowflakes outside the window.

"Are you still having night terrors?" Erwin's question hung in the air, breaking the comfortable silence. I felt a twinge of discomfort, knowing this conversation would tread on old wounds.

"No," I replied, my gaze fixated on the swirling patterns in my teacup. The memories of those nightmares were locked away, hidden from prying eyes.

"Really? That's pretty good, then," he continued, his tone measured. I nodded, not willing to delve into the details of a past I'd rather forget.

"Yeah, I guess so," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. The scars from those nightmares had faded, but their ghost lingered. I was a prisoner to my dreams.

"I saw your dad the other day. Have you spoken to him recently?" Erwin's question felt calculated, a deliberate turn in the conversation. Levi must have been in on this too. I wondered how long they'd been scheming to corner me in Erwin's office.

I sighed, realizing I was lured into this situation. Was there even a meeting with the other captains, or was it merely an excuse to draw me into this unexpected tête-à-tête?

"We both know the answer to that one," I replied, reclining further into the plush chair Erwin insisted I occupy.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to try. He did ask me about you and-" Erwin's sentence hung in the air, abruptly cut off as the door swung open, disrupting our conversation.

"Levi," Erwin greeted, his tone betraying a hint of surprise. "You're early."

I turned to find Levi strolling in, his signature stoic expression doing little to mask the annoyance in his eyes. He settled on the couch, shooting a pointed look my way.

"I thought you two would be done by now, knowing how stubborn she is," Levi remarked, the barely concealed irritation directed at me.

"It would have been nice if you knocked," Erwin chastised, attempting to restore some order.

"I see you didn't learn anything from earlier," I teased Levi, savoring the tension emanating from him.

"Shut it," Levi growled, his jaw tense.

"What happened earlier?" Erwin interjected, attempting to piece together the puzzle.

"Yeah, Levi, what happened earlier?" I prodded a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"I thought you said we were going to forget about it," Levi snapped, his frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Yeah, well," I mused, tapping my finger against my chin. "I changed my mind."

"I didn't," Levi retorted.

"What happened earlier?" Hange's sudden entrance startled all of us, breaking the building tension.

"Damn it, Hange!" I yelled out. "You gotta stop sneaking up like that."

"Haha, sorry," they chuckled. "But really, what happened earlier?"

"Nothing," Levi grumbled. "Drop it."

I couldn't help but smirk, reveling in Levi's discomfort. This unexpected turn of events was too good to pass up, and I was determined to make the most of it.

"Well, since everyone's gathered," Erwin declared, his eyes scanning the room. "We've got some event planning on the agenda."

"About time!" Hange exclaimed, their excitement practically bouncing off the walls.

"The Scouts got roped into organizing the Yule ball this year," Erwin explained, casting a glance at both Levi and me. "Now, that's not exactly my forte, so..."

"Not mine either," Levi grumbled, interrupting the commander, something I wished to do.

"For once, Captain Clean Freak and I are on the same page," I added.

"Watch it." Levi threw my way.

I rolled my eyes and watched Erwin continue to speak ignoring our opinions.

"You both will be participating in one way or another," Erwin said addressing us both.

"To make it easier on you guys, Hange is in charge."

What he meant to say was to make it harder on all of us. One thing Hange loved more than Titans, was parties.

"Nobles specifically requested you and Iris-"

Erwin paused, his gaze fixed on me. I could sense the hesitation in his words, the unspoken weight of what was to come. His regret was evident, etched in the lines on his face. It was almost as if a new wrinkle appeared when he said my name.

"Your father appointed you on behalf of the church to plan as well," Erwin continued, laying out the unexpected bombshell.

"Great," I groaned, my frustration evident as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Erwin had managed to turn a simple meeting into a tangled mess, and now the church was thrown into the chaos of unwelcome surprises.

"The church?" Hange echoed my disbelief. "They're in on this too?"

Levi's poker face slipped, his jaw hanging a little. His silver eyes widen showing the blues that lurked under his insomnia.

"Why are you representing the church?" Hange's voice cut through the silence, sharp and incredulous.

"My dad's a pastor."

"What?!" Hange's voice hit an octave usually reserved for Titans.

"How come you never told us?"

"It doesn't matter," I brushed off, trying to sound as disinterested as possible, but inside, I was already bracing for the fallout.

"This explains so much," Hange mused, eyes narrowing in a way that suggested they were re-evaluating every interaction we'd ever had.

"What else are you hiding?"

"Thirty bottles of wine," Erwin chimed in, an edge of mirth to his voice as if he couldn't resist joining the fray.

I shot him a look that could curdle milk, but he just smirked, unfazed. The man could face down a Titan without batting an eye, so what chance did my glare stand?

"I think my father can find someone else who can handle it on their own. I won't be attending," I declared, standing up in what I intended to be a dramatic exit, only to be met with Erwin's commanding tone.

"Sit back down," he said, and as a puppet with its strings pulled, I fell back into the chair, my gaze shifting skyward as if the ceiling held the answers to my current predicament.

Levi leaned in, his voice a low groan that carried a weight of resignation.

"If I have to go, you are going too."

"You have to go because you're humanity's favorite toy right now," I snarled back, letting my frustration bubble to the surface.

"And it looks like you're the church's puppet," Levi retorted, his words sharp, a mirror reflecting my own feelings.

The room was buzzing with the kind of tension you'd expect just before a storm hit. Except, instead of rain, it was Erwin's patience that was about to break. I shot Levi one of those looks that could easily turn wine back into water, but he just stared back, collected as ever. His eyes, though, were practically dancing. He was getting a kick out of this, the jerk.

"Enough." Erwin's voice, authoritative and final, cut through the standoff.

"Hange is in charge of the Yule ball planning. The Garrison and Military Police will also contribute. I expect full cooperation from everyone."

His gaze lingered on me, a clear directive that I was to play nice, especially with Levi—Mr. Grumps, seemed to find human interaction less appealing than a Titan encounter.

"Don't look at me,"

"It's not me who has issues with people."

I gestured towards Levi, ignoring his soft glare.

"Oh, cheer up, guys!"

Hange, ever the optimist, squeezed between us, their arms wrapping around our necks in a death grip disguised as a group hug. Their enthusiasm was unbreakable, their grip even more so.

"Hange," Levi groaned, his discomfort audible, yet he made no move to escape their embrace, a testament to his resignation or perhaps a rare show of patience.

With a swift dismissal from Erwin, I wasted no time. My escape was swift, my pace quickening with each step away from the office and the impending disaster of the Yule ball—a ball that, until moments ago, I had every intention of avoiding.

"Hey brat," Levi called out, his voice trailing me into the corridor. I ignored him, my determination to distance myself from the conversation—and him—as strong as my desire to steer clear of the ball itself.

The irony of my father's involvement gnawed at me. After four years of silence, and now he wants to inject himself into my life. It would be laughable if it wasn't so infuriating. There was no affection in his summons, no fatherly concern. Just demands, as always.

I seethed at the thought of being manipulated, a pawn in a game played by men who hid their insecurities behind badges of strength and independence. My father, Erwin, and even Levi in his own way—they all wanted something from me, yet none dared to ask directly.

I'm tired of being used, tired of the silent expectations and unspoken demands. If they wanted my help, they'd have to ask for it—plainly and without games. Maybe with a bottle of wine or two as well. I'm not doing shit for free around here.

I leaned against the doorframe, one hand resting lightly on the cool wood as I peered into the dimly lit room beyond. The scent of aged paper and ink filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of fresh lemons and mint that wafted from behind me, the presence looming like a silent shadow.

"What?" I asked, my voice betraying none of the unease that churned in my stomach. I already knew why he was here, trailing me like a ghost haunting my every step.

"I'm checking on you." His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"I'm fine," I insisted, though the words felt hollow even to my ears. I moved to close the door behind me, but Levi stopped me with a well-placed foot and a firm hand, pushing the door open once more as he brushed past me and entered my sanctuary uninvited.

"Don't believe you," he muttered under his breath, his tone clipped and devoid of its usual edge. His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail with a scrutiny that made me squirm under his gaze.

"I don't know what you expect," I snapped, my frustration bubbling to the surface.

"I was just cornered by you and Erwin, bombarded with news from my dad, so forgive me if I'm not in the mood for visitors."

Levi's response was unexpected, to say the least. Instead of arguing or pushing further, he simply reached past me, his chest brushing against my shoulder as he closed the door behind me with a soft click. His eyes gazed at for a moment but he quickly returned to looking elsewhere.

"Then go relax," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear after he shut the door. His voice was oddly gentle as he gestured towards the room beyond.

"But we still need to talk."

I watched him pace around my office, his movements controlled yet restless as if he were searching for something he couldn't quite find. The sight of him, usually so composed and unflappable, acting so strangely sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as I watched him, his demeanor a far cry from the stoic Captain I was accustomed to.

“Captain.”

"If we're off duty, it's Levi," he interrupted, his voice tight with tension as he turned to face me, his eyes dark and inscrutable.

I nodded, though the gesture felt more like a surrender than an agreement. "Right," I murmured, my mind racing with unanswered questions.

"Levi," I began, the name feeling foreign and unfamiliar on my tongue after years of calling him Captain. "What's going on?"

But Levi's response was evasive, his gaze flickering away from mine as he spoke.

"Just get yourself together, Iris," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency.

"Then we can talk."

I frowned, a knot of unease forming in the pit of my stomach. Whose plan was it to send Levi to my room after the meeting?

"Fine. Make yourself at home. Teas in the left cabinets. There's some hidden sugar in my desk," I informed him, motioning toward the makeshift kitchenette before retreating into the sanctuary of my room.

The ache in my ribs throbbed insistently, a relentless reminder of lingering memories I've tried so hard to forget and push away. With careful precision, I shed my clothes, each movement a delicate dance with pain. But comfort awaited, a fleeting respite from the relentless demands of our world.

Clad in baggy sweatpants and an oversized shirt, I embraced the familiar warmth of familiarity, seeking solace amidst the chaos. Yet, even in the quiet of my sanctuary, Levi's muttered commentary permeated the air, a discordant melody to my solitude.

He should have known coming into my room it wasn't going to be a pretty sight. It's not like I have time to clean.

"God, she is so filthy," his words floated through the door, my room will never be up to his unyielding standards. I couldn't help but chuckle, imagining his frustration with the disorder that was my office. But in a world plagued by fates and uncertainty, chaos was the only constant.

Summoning what remained of my waning energy, I corralled my unruly curls into a messy bun, a few stray strands framing my face in a halo of chaos. Stepping back into the lion's den, I found Levi attempting to bring order to the chaos, his efforts both futile and endearing.

"It's dirty," he observed, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

"I know,"

Levi's eyebrow quirked in response, his gaze lingering on my form as I brushed past him, his curiosity still getting the best of him while he cleaned. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin mixing with the coolness of my own.

I reached for a bottle of wine nestled within the depths of my desk drawer, the familiar glass cool against my fingertips. Levi's eyes followed my every movement, a silent observer of the dance of shadows in the dimly lit room.

"You stupid brat,"

I merely shrugged, uncorking the wine bottle before sinking back into the plush cushions of the couch. Propping my feet up, I took a long swig straight from the bottle, relishing the fiery warmth that spread through my veins.

Levi's disapproving gaze bore into me, but I met it with a defiant glare of my own.

"You know that's contraband, right?" he chided, his voice laced with thinly veiled frustration.

I rolled my eyes, the corners of my lips quirking up in a mischievous smirk.

"We're off duty, aren't we, Levi?" I retorted, savoring the way his name felt on my tongue.

His response was a begrudging nod, his gaze flickering away from mine as if unable to withstand the intensity of my stare.

"Yeah," he muttered, his voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire.

"Then I don't see an issue," I declared, taking another swig from the bottle and relishing the burn as it traveled down my throat.

Levi's scoff filled the air, but I paid it no mind, focusing instead on the comforting numbness that washed over me with each sip. Meanwhile, Levi busied himself with straightening out my desk, his movements precise and purposeful.

"So, did you come here to clean or?" I asked, my words dripping with sarcasm as I watched him fiddle with quill and ink.

"Someone has to," he grumbled, his attention still fixated on the task at hand.

"Suit yourself," I replied nonchalantly, leaning back against the cushions and cradling the bottle in my arms.

"Your hair," Levi said still cleaning.

"Uh, yeah? What about it?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Uh, nothing?" I replied, feigning innocence. "Why?"

"Because it looks messier than usual," he remarked, finally tearing his gaze away from the papers strewn across my desk to meet my eyes.

"Thanks," I shot back, my tone laden with sarcasm as I took another swig from the bottle.

As the minutes ticked by and the wine continued to flow, I found myself slipping further into a haze of intoxication. It had been a hell of a day, and from the looks of it, the night promised to be just as tumultuous.

Levi's offer of tea was met with a dismissive shake of my wine bottle, a silent refusal echoing through the room. Undeterred, he proceeded to pour himself a cup, his movements deliberate despite my lack of interest.

"Where's that sugar?" he inquired, his voice betraying a hint of annoyance.

"In the drawer with my wine,"

Levi's lips formed a thin line as he glanced at the drawer, clearly hesitant to delve into my personal belongings. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at his discomfort.

"I don't feel like snooping through your stuff," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the once-cluttered desk.

"You didn't have a problem earlier going through and cleaning all of it," I retorted, the bitterness of my words hanging in the air.

With a frustrated sigh, I rose from the couch, retrieving the sugar and another bottle of wine from the drawer. Placing them on the coffee table, I settled back into the cushions, uncorking the second bottle.

As I took a long swig, I noticed Levi's gaze lingering on me, his expression a mixture of disdain and concern.

"How much are you going to drink?" he asked, his voice tinged with disgust.

"Until your nagging doesn't annoy me," I shot back, my defiance unwavering.

"What? Do you want some?"

Levi shook his head, his features hardening. "Alcohol doesn't do anything to me anyways," he admitted. "Do you drink like this every night?"

I scoffed at his question, taking another sip of wine.

"I don't see how that's any of your business," I replied, the bitterness of the wine masking the bitterness of my words.

"But since you asked, yeah, I do. Got a problem with it? It's not a secret or anything."

In reality, the alcohol served as my sole solace from the relentless nightmares that haunted my nights. It was the one remedy that could momentarily numb the sharp edges of memory. If Levi failed to grasp the depth of its necessity, then he had no right to cast judgment upon me.

"You're an idiot."

Levi's voice was sharp and unforgiving. I merely shrugged off his insult with a casual smirk, taking another swig from my bottle as if his words were nothing more than background noise. The wine danced across my tongue, its familiar burn serving as a welcome distraction from the chaos of the day.

With each sip, the tension in my body began to melt away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that wrapped around me like a blanket. It was a fleeting escape, but at that moment, it was enough. I closed my eyes briefly, allowing myself to sink into the blissful numbness that the alcohol provided.

But even as I basked in the temporary relief, I couldn't shake the nagging awareness that this was just a temporary reprieve. Tomorrow, the pain would return with a vengeance, a harsh reminder of the battles yet to be fought. Yet for now, I pushed those thoughts aside, choosing instead to savor the fleeting moment of respite that the wine offered.

"How come you've never mentioned your family?"

I cocked an eyebrow, taken aback by his sudden curiosity. He always drilled into my head to leave our personal shit away from the survey and now he wants to mix it?

"How come you've never mentioned yours?" I shot back, refusing to let him catch me off guard.

His response was a low, almost approving hum, followed by a curt declaration.

"Don't have one."

I shouldn't have been surprised. In the years I'd known Levi, he'd built walls around himself so impenetrable, that they made the Walls of Maria look like child's play. Yet, in that moment, as he offered a rare glimpse behind those walls, I found myself unexpectedly intrigued.

For the first time in what felt like ages, a flicker of curiosity sparked within me, igniting a desire to peel back the layers of his guarded facade and unearth the truths hidden beneath.

"You," he added abruptly, his gaze fixed on the crackling flames of the fireplace as if retreating into the safety of silence.

His vulnerability hung in the air between us, a reminder of the complexities that lay beneath the surface. In response, I found myself opening up in turn, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

"My mom's gone," I confessed, the weight of the admission heavy on my tongue. Levi's eyes flickered briefly to mine before returning to the dancing flames.

"My old man's off his rocker, and I've got a little sister who's the epitome of perfection."

The contrast between my sister and me felt like a clash of light and shadow, as if she embodied everything bright and radiant, while I remained cloaked in darkness. Her presence illuminated any room, with her golden locks cascading like sunlight, and her cerulean eyes mimicking the beautiful waters. She was the epitome of perfection, effortlessly graceful and flawlessly composed, while I stood in her shadow with my messy black curls and deep emerald gaze seeming to absorb the light around me.

From a young age, my sister had been the embodiment of everything pristine and flawless. Her every action was met with admiration and praise, her every word uttered with grace and charm. Meanwhile, I struggled to find my place, often overshadowed by her brilliance. While she effortlessly danced through life's challenges, I stumbled in her wake, grappling with my insecurities and doubts.

But despite our differences, I couldn't help but admire her. She was the light to my darkness, the embodiment of everything I wished I could be. And as much as I tried to resent her for it, I couldn't deny the love and admiration I felt for my perfect little sister.

"Shit, Captain, you'd probably smile just by being near her. She's that perfect," I remarked, a hint of tease in my tone.

Levi's gaze shifted, his usually stoic expression softened by a flicker of something I couldn't quite decipher. His raven hair fell carelessly around his face, and for once, his scowl seemed less severe, almost as if he were at peace.

"You've known me long enough to know I'm not easily impressed," he replied, his voice steady but with an underlying warmth that caught me off guard. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt like I wasn't a nuisance to him. It was as if he had shed the weight of the world for just a moment, revealing a side of himself I had never seen before.

But then reality crashed back in, and I quickly diverted my gaze, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck. His words startled me. Just how long was I staring at him?

"Iris, I rather stare at eyes that have seen death than fool myself with someone who portrays a false reality."

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Chapter 13

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Twelve

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•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

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A/N: Hey babes! I just want to say thank you all for the support. This is my first ever fanfiction & using Tumblr so thanks for the patience and positivity. I’ve read a lot of fanfics to the point I was running out. (I’m a picky bitch) I got to the point where I had an itch that wasn’t being scratched. I needed something so angsty and tension ridden that I decided to create my own story. I hope you guys enjoy this story because I have no plan of ending it anytime soon. Within the next month or so I plan on uploading this fic on Wattpad & ao3 as well. I understand it might be difficult to read on here, bare with me. I’m not tech savvy unfortunately. (2-24-24)

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The infirmary was a place where the scent of antiseptic hung heavier than Hange's lab. I don't know which one I'd rather be at. Hange would just talk my ear off, a lot better than being poked and prodded at. Who knows with Hange though, I could end up as their test subject at any moment. I guess the doctor is a safer option, one that I can hold accountable.

The doctor, with all the charm of a brick wall, attempted to order me around as she waltzed around the room. I didn't want to listen to her, there was no reason for me to be here anyway.

"Sit down, Iris," she demanded.

"I'm fine. I just need new wraps, that's all. I can handle the rest myself," I countered, my bravado masking the twinge of pain radiating from my battered body.

The doctor sighed, her expression a mix of 'Not again' and 'Why me.' She was over my shit and I was over hers as well. I avoid her just as much as she avoids me.

The door swung open without the courtesy of a knock, and in walked Levi, the epitome of perpetual grumpiness.

"When will you learn to knock?" I threw at him, but Mr. Manners over here didn't seem to care.

"Brat," he grumbled, his eyes quickly scanning the room. "Why am I here?"

"She won't sit," the doctor lamented like she was dealing with a toddler who refuses to eat their veggies.

Did she really call the Captain on me?

If Levi hadn't walked in maybe she would have accepted her fate and dealt with the defeat. Levi's eyes laser-focused on me, or maybe it was just his usual stare.

"Your ribs," he stated, a command more than a question. "Sit down."

In reluctant submission, I perched on the uncomfortable examination table, a sigh escaping my lips. The doctor prodded and pressed on every inch of my battered body. I winced, particularly as their fingers found the tender spots on my lower ribs, the pain shooting through me like a lightning bolt.

"I'm fine," I groaned through the discomfort, attempting to downplay the obvious.

"No, you're not," the doctor retorted, unyielding in her assessment. I shot her a scowl as she continued to deliver the unwelcome prognosis.

"Your ribs never healed properly. Maybe if you did as you were told we wouldn't be here. Rest for two weeks, and then we'll have another follow-up."

"Thrilling," I deadpanned, envisioning the excitement of two weeks staring at the ceiling. Levi's glower intensified, probably sensing the impending chaos of my forced downtime.

"She is not to engage in any training or expeditions until she is cleared, Captain," she declared, her stern gaze landing squarely on me.

Levi, arms crossed in that brooding way of his, shot a glare that could make even a Titan think twice.

"Oh, trust me. She won't be."

"I'll be fine. Stop overreacting," I mumbled, dismissing their concern with a wave of my hand. Death and I were like old pals—flirty but never too serious.

"No. You are not fine," the doctor asserted, her exasperation palpable. "You just love flirting with death, don't you?"

"Yeah, just a bit," I grinned, hopping off the examination table as if I hadn't just narrowly escaped becoming Titan chow.

"You're not done," the doctor stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Oh, I can just wrap it myself," I offered, trying to sidestep more medical attention.

"Wrong. You'll come to my office every day to get it wrapped,"

"That's okay. I got it," I insisted, attempting to regain control over my destiny.

"It's not an option. You have nothing else to do anyway," Levi chimed in, his annoyance practically a tangible force.

"Paperwork," I informed Levi, I can only envision the burdensome stacks scattered across his desk. "You have mounds of it."

"You can get that done after," he dismissed, a casual wave of his hand.

"Fine, whatever. Just wrap me already," I groaned, reluctantly surrendering to the inevitable visit to the infirmary.

And just like that, my grand plans for rebellion were crushed under the heel of duty and responsibility. No expeditions, no training, just the thrilling routine of daily bandaging sessions. Not even paperwork could get me out of this situation. The glamour of soldier life, they said.

Levi, ever the epitome of brevity, left the doctor's office, leaving me alone with her—a situation I deeply dreaded.

"So," she began, a faux pleasantness tainting her voice. I, on the other hand, contemplated escaping through the window.

"How've you been?"

"Great," I replied, my tone implying anything but.

She rolled her eyes, her hands deftly wrapping my protesting ribs. "Uh-huh," she continued, winding the bandages tighter.

"And sleep? How's that going for you?"

"Amazing. The full eight hours and occasional naps every day," I retorted, my sarcasm dripping like honey.

"Oh really?" she pressed on, unfazed.

"Oh yeah, best sleep I've had in years," I replied with a grin that didn't quite reach my eyes.

"Your eyes say otherwise," she observed, a touch too perceptive for comfort.

I opted for silence as she finished wrapping my ribs, hopping off the bed with an air of finality.

"Anything else, doc?"

"You need to rest," she insisted, stating the impossible.

"You know I can't do that," I shot back, walking out the door before she could further encroach on my stubborn resolve.

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Same old slop bean soup, the Scouts' daily culinary masterpiece – or disaster, depending on how you view things. Trash for us while the other military branches dined like royalty.

With an air of resigned acceptance, I served the lackluster fare into a container, the same repetitive soup that graced our tables day in and day out. Lars, the scouts' chef and bearer of both good and bad news, shattered any hope of something different.

"No bacon today, miss," he declared.

"Shocker," I mutter, unenthusiastically piling the obligatory veggies and bread into a basket.

"This is for the Captain," he grins pulling out a tin canister at his side from his apron.

"I'll make sure he knows. Might even crack a rare smile from humanity's stoic wall." I said taking the canister and quickly putting it in the basket before anyone else sees.

Lars beamed with pride. Everyone admired Captain Levi, and winning his favor in the food department was an achievement, especially for me. Often they would add small bags of sugar in my basket for the Captain or sometimes sweets from the ladies.

It worked in my favor most of the time. Captain didn't want the luxurious treats from his admirers but he did want all the sugar. It was a compromise I was content with. While the girls in the regiment splurged their savings on the Captain thinking it would work in their favor, I snacked on each item.

"To the office?" Eld inquired, strategically positioning himself to block my path.

I can never have a moment to myself.

"Yeah, the thrilling world of paperwork awaits," I replied, attempting to sidestep his social invitation. The mundane mess hall was the last place I wanted to linger.

"Stay, have dinner with us for once," he urged his hand landing on my arm in a well-intentioned but entirely unwelcome gesture.

"Let go,"

Eld complied, but the echoes of his touch lingered, reigniting a familiar anger as I left the mess hall, basket in hand, and a taste of frustration.

Eld doesn't know the details but knows enough to understand I don't like being touched. He's been around enough to know, he's seen enough to know. They all have.

I pushed open Levi's office door, an uninvited guest with a basket full of shit as an excuse for dinner. The room was suffused with the flickering glow of lanterns, and the warmth from the fireplace competed with Levi's ever-present scowl.

As expected, the man himself, sipping tea and drowning in a sea of paperwork, shot me a scowl as I strolled in unannounced.

"It's polite to knock," he scolded, his eyes narrowing.

"Pot calling the kettle black. When was the last time you knocked before barging in?"

Politeness and Levi were distant relatives, especially when it came to door-knocking etiquette. I couldn't help but wonder how many innocent souls fell victim to his uncanny ability to barge in unannounced, even in the men's restroom.

Ignoring his irritated huff, I set the basket on his side table and began unpacking our lovely dinner. Bread, potatoes, carrots, and the perpetually present bean soup – the Scouts' culinary masterpiece. The meat was a luxury reserved for those suicidal expeditions defending humanity.

"I brought you dinner," I declared, crafting a plate for him even though he would insist he was not hungry. The man needed sustenance beyond tea and stress, and someone had to remind him.

"I'm not hungry."

Shocker.

"Shut it. You're going to eat it or I'm going to shove it down your throat," I threatened, depositing the plate on his desk with a decisive thud.

His steel eyes, momentarily diverted from the paperwork, met mine. Levi's face remained an emotionless canvas, an unreadable mask only occasionally betraying a hint of anger. He took a begrudging bite of the bread, showcasing his usual efficiency in devouring it.

What a brat.

"Happy?" he deadpanned, pushing the plate away after a few bites.

"You burn more calories than you take in, Captain. Ever thought about a balanced diet? Y'know one that's not tea and stress?" I smirked at him.

"You are my stress." He said rubbing his temples.

"Oh really?" I challenged him, leaning on his desk. "Last time I checked, I'm the reason you've survived this long."

Levi's eyebrow quirked, his arms crossed, and he leaned in, eyeing me with that infuriatingly unreadable expression.

"Let's not forget I'm the reason you haven't bled out and died yet."

"Well, I'm the reason you have all these fancy teas," I snubbed him. "We both know without me by your side, your likability would be rock bottom."

"We both know I don't give a shit about status," he growled.

"You should," Hange's voice chimed in from the doorway.

I felt my body jolt back as Levi did the same, a rare moment of synchronized surprise.

"Oh, sorry," Hange giggled. "Do you think we interrupted something, Moblit?"

"What do you want, Hange?" Levi groaned, snapping us all back to reality.

They barged into Levi's office like they owned the place, plopping down on his couch with all the grace of a nosy neighbor. Moblit loyally stood by, an unwilling participant in Hange's grand entrance.

"Wow!" Hange gasped dramatically. "Can't I visit my very best friends I haven't seen in a while?"

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You just saw us four hours ago."

"Oh, so you guys can hang out together, but I can't join?" Hange played the victim, poking at invisible wounds.

"We aren't hanging out," Levi and I shouted in unison, our frustration evident.

My ears burned but my cheeks grew hotter at the accusation.

"Really? Then what was all that I saw a moment ago?" Hange prodded, determined to stir the pot.

"Me trying to get this mutt to eat," I groaned, gesturing towards Levi, who shot me a glare that could freeze hell over.

Levi's head snapped toward me, a warning in his eyes. "Watch it, brat," he growled.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore his threat, my attention fixed on Hange. They leisurely got up, stretching their entire body with an exaggerated yawn.

"Well, I guess I'll get going. Be expecting me soon, though! We have some big things to go over," they declared, strolling out the door. Their head peeked back in, a mischievous smirk playing on their lips. "Bye, you two."

"Come on, Moblit. We have planning to do," Hange's voice echoed down the hallway, lingering even after the door closed, leaving Levi and me alone once again.

I flopped onto the couch, covering my eyes with my arms to block out the light.

"What was that about me being stressful again?" I teased Levi.

"Shut it," he groaned. "Be quiet or get out. I have work to do."

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Gasping for air, I struggled to move, my limbs heavy as if the weight of the world pressed down on me. My feeble attempts to stay conscious were futile.

Coughs wracked my body relentlessly, and the metallic taste of blood coated my mouth, staining my clothes in macabre patterns.

The world spun around me, a disorienting blur that refused to make sense. Panic set in as I tried to grasp the reality of the situation. What was happening to me?

His fist collided with another's face, each blow accompanied by a sickening crunch. His eyes, devoid of any trace of remorse, blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

Crimson droplets dripped from his knuckles, creating a grotesque mosaic on the ground. He was forcefully pulled away, his breaths resonating like those of a rabid beast.

His eyes admired the bloodshed.

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"Iris!" I felt a hand urgently shaking my arm and another gripping my shoulder.

My eyes snapped open, and my hands instinctively shot toward the perceived threat, aiming for the throat of the intruder. Before I could tighten my grip, my arms were captured, restrained by a force I couldn't overpower.

"Wake up," a voice commanded its tone firm yet oddly soothing, accompanied by a hand gently resting on my head.

Levi.

Though my eyes were open, I struggled to transition. Levi's presence began to anchor me to reality.

"Breath," he instructed, locking eyes with me while still holding my wrists in a firm, grounding grip.

We found ourselves on the floor of his office, the crackling fire providing a grip on reality. My back leaned against the couch, and the warmth from the flames seemed distant.

"It hurts," I mumbled, my voice a fragile whisper.

"What hurts?" Levi questioned, his concern evident.

"It hurts to breathe," I replied more audibly, a hint of irritation seeping into my voice.

"Lay down on the couch," he ordered, his grip easing on my wrists.

"I can't. I need to get back to Alexander," I insisted, urgency tainting my words.

"Please, let go. It hurts."

His face appeared paler than usual, a stark contrast against the flickering firelight. Levi's words reached me, but their meaning blurred in my disoriented state.

"You're not awake," he asserted, rising and placing a cup in my hands, ensuring I had a firm grip to prevent any accidental spills. The cold tea trickled down my lips as I stared at the dancing flames behind him. He knelt beside me, still his rough callous hands covering my small puny finger as he held the cup.

"Alexander is in custody," he informed me, a somber note underlying his words.

"Drink," he commanded, lifting the cup to my lips.

As I sipped the tea, I noticed how close and docile he was with me. The heat of his body seeped through his clothes and into mine. The smell of mint and black tea radiated off of him, wafting my way with every move he made.

"What happened?" my voice a hushed murmur.

"You had another night of terror," he responded, his gaze shifting away.

"I realize that," I groaned, embarrassment flooding me. "What happened while I was out?"

"You were screaming," he admitted, his eyes avoiding mine.

"How long?" I pressed.

"At least ten minutes," he sighed. "I couldn't wake you."

Defeat settled over me as I absorbed the impact of my nightmares still haunting me after all these years.

"You're still dreaming about it?" Levi asked softly, his concern evident.

I met his gaze, and concern clouded his eyes, but I ignored it, choosing silence over confirmation. Four years had passed, yet the ghosts of the past lingered. I was still a prisoner to my dreams.

"No," I deflected, pushing myself off the ground and heading toward the door.

"Thanks for the tea, but I should probably get going. It's late. I didn't mean to fall asleep here. I'm sorry."

Without awaiting his response, I walked out the door, leaving the haunting shadows of the night terror behind.

Will I ever forget the devilish gaze in Levi's eyes that night?

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Here’s the missing chapter to 7Seals. Sorry about the mix up. I scheduled it to post before Chapter 12 but technology hates me😭

7Seals

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Chapter 11*

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•Previous Chapter: Chapter Ten

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•Content: Levi Ackerman × OC female. Slow Burn! Canon verse!

• Word Count: 2.5k

• Warning: This content may not be suitable for all readers. If you've watched all of AOT then you will understand that the show handles heavy subjects such as abuse, racism, violence, and other heavy subjects. This fanfiction will also have the same heavy themes. Chapters with heavy themes will be marked with * at each chapter. This chapter does contain themes of abuse. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with that topic.

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Decode - Paramore

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Levi's Perspective

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"Can you slow down?" Her irritating voice echoed behind me as we navigated the halls.

"No," I snapped, rolling my eyes.

"Did you forget my rib is broken?" She complained, footsteps hastening.

"Weren't you just blabbering about being good in two weeks?" I retorted, annoyed.

"Yeah, two weeks. Not today," she groaned.

"I don't care. Hurry up," I barked. Erwin better be in his damn office, or this could turn into a colossal waste of my time. I didn't want to chance it being too late.

"Too late for what?" She said, running beside me while clutching her stomach.

Damn it, did I say that out loud?

"Nothing. Just keep going."

I've stared at that smug face countless times and never once noticed anything unusual.

If he's genuinely from the underground, how the hell did he surface? There's a reason for his secrecy, but why does Iris know? Is she in cahoots with him? Is she just his pawn?

"Erwin," I grunted, opening the door to his office.

"A firm knock works well, Levi," Erwin said, seated at his desk, the fire casting eerie shadows as he stood up. "Greetings, Iris."

"Alexander is from the underground," I declared to Erwin, cutting through the pleasantries. No need for useless banter; I wasn't here for amusement. Damn it, I had better things to do. But instead I had to involve myself with these shitheads.

Erwin's fake smile faded instantly, and his focus shifted to Iris.

"Is this true?" Erwin's stern question hung in the air.

"Yes, sir," Iris answered him.

"This changes things," I muttered, eyes narrowing at the unfolding situation.

"Drastically," Erwin replied, his gaze fixed on the world beyond his office window.

"Then I'm guessing you haven't heard the news yet?"

"What news?" I questioned, a wave of confusion washing over me.

What the hell did I miss while I was away? If it was crucial, someone should have tracked me down.

"Two more scouts were found dead this morning," Erwin dropped the bombshell. "Throats slit."

"What time?" I demanded. "How come no one notified me?"

"Sometime around noon. I sent someone to your office as soon as I found out," Erwin informed me.

"Wait, what?" Iris interjected, but both Erwin and I ignored her.

"You think it's connected?" I asked, suspicion creeping in.

"Both missing ODM gear. Just like last time," Erwin disclosed, turning to Iris once again. "Where was Alexander this morning?"

"I-I don't know," she stammered, her gaze flickering between Erwin and me.

"Where were you around noon?" Erwin pressed.

"I- I don't really know," she stuttered again. "I was training, and then I got hurt."

"Bullshit," I cut in, crossing my arms. She had been out of my sight for an hour today. "Recall everything you did—every person you interacted with, down to how you took a damn shit. Don't leave a single detail out."

"You were with me all morning," she protested, but her words fell on deaf ears.

"Except twice," Erwin said. "When you arrived and left my office. I timed you on your arrival; your departure, I'm unaware of."

"I went straight back and forth. No detours," Iris insisted, her eyes reddening with confusion.

"I find that hard to believe," I countered, fixing her with a piercing gaze.

"Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?" Iris demanded, irritation etched across her face.

Erwin and I exchanged a glance before turning our attention back to the increasingly frustrated girl. Her once-bright jade eyes now betrayed a mix of anger and something more elusive. Was she truly in the dark, or was she playing the fool? Her eyes held secrets.

"Stop playing dumb," I groaned at her. "We both know you didn't break your rib during practice." She moved closer, anger evident but an underlying fear betrayed by her eyes.

"I'm not playing dumb, Captain," she gritted through her teeth.

I stepped even closer, looming over her. Her newfound courage amused me, and a smirk threatened to escape.

"Watch yourself, cadet," I warned, relishing the moment. "Wouldn't want to end up with another broken rib."

"Stand down," Erwin's voice commanded, but she didn't yield. Iris stood defiantly, her angered eyes locked onto mine.

She was a stubborn brat if I'd ever seen one.

"Both of you," Erwin repeated. I shot a disapproving look at Erwin. Being kind won't get anything out of this girl. She's too damn stubborn. I stepped back, and Iris finally followed suit.

"Iris," Erwin addressed her. "How did you manage to break your rib?"

"I fell last night," she claimed.

"Stop fucking lying," I snapped at her. "How did you break your rib?"

Before she could answer, the door burst open, and Hange came running in.

"Commander!" they yelled, scanning the room. "Levi! Iris! I haven't seen you two in a while. What are you guys doing here?"

Getting distracted once again. Classic Hange.

"Hange," Erwin reminded them.

"Oh, right!" they said, saluting Erwin. "Two out of the three MPs have been arrested. We can't locate the other one at the moment, but—"

Erwin cut them off. "I'm afraid we won't catch the other anytime soon, assuming they're already alerted and planning to flee."

"What were their names?" I asked. Out of the four people I saw in the underground with Alexander, I needed to know who they caught.

"Officers Jinshi and Raymond have been apprehended," Hange said. "Carter is still on the loose."

"The woman? You let her go?" I said, frustration lacing my words. Who was she? Why has no one seen her before?

"We have no idea who she is. All we have is your description," Hange said.

It infuriated me. Loose ends. Always damn loose ends. I turned to Erwin. "What's our next move?"

Erwin's gaze met mine, a storm brewing in those blue eyes. "We need to find Alexander."

Hange chimed in, "And we're looking into more possible connections between the MPs and the underground activities."

I clenched my fists, a heavy feeling settling in my gut. This tangled web was getting more complex by the minute, and I couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that Alexander knew more than he let on. Just how much though? At what cost?

I need to keep an eye on Iris. Whether she was a pawn or a player, she held answers, and I intended to find them.

"Iris," Erwin said sternly. "Do you recognize the names we spoke?"

A heavy silence settled in the room. Why the hell is she silent now?

My fist slammed down on the table, demanding a response.

"Fucking answer," I barked at her. I watched her flinch, throwing a hand over her face.

"Levi," Erwin's voice warned.

"Yes," her voice quivered. "They were all best friends in training. Alexander sees them whenever he goes to Wall Sina."

"Very good. Thank you," Erwin acknowledged. "When was the last time he went to Wall Sina?"

"Last night, I think," she mumbled.

Last night? Alexander was in the damn underground, not Wall Sina. Is this another layer of his deceit? Why does she persist in lying to us? What the hell is she gaining from this?

I couldn't shake the feeling that Iris was entangled in a complex web of deception. Her hesitant responses and half-truths hinted at deeper involvement. The stakes were climbing, and I needed to unravel the truth before the whole damn thing tightened around us.

"Stop fucking lying," I bellowed, my face inches from hers. She stubbornly kept her eyes shut, a futile attempt to shield herself from the reality she couldn't escape.

"Levi," Hange's voice rose in protest.

"Levi, that's enough," Erwin's command cut through the tension, his grip on my shoulder pulling me away forcefully. But my frustration burned hotter than ever.

"Someone please. Tell me what's going on," she pleaded, her tears now a torrential stream. Fingers tangled in her unruly hair, she seemed to be unraveling.

"We have good reason to believe Alexander is a black market dealer in the underground. He's been stealing our equipment. We heightened security, but four Scouts have been murdered, ODM gear stolen," Erwin calmly laid out the damning truth.

Her tears hesitated, suspended in the air. Then, a violent shake of her head denied the allegations. She crumpled to the floor, clutching her stomach. Each sob seemed to echo the weight of the revelations, a heavy burden she couldn't bear.

"Please, Aldridge," Erwin pleaded, desperation lining his voice, but she disregarded it, storming out of the room with a slammed door punctuating her exit. The haunting echo lingered, amplifying the weight of the truth left unspoken.

This woman is nothing but trouble. I tried to follow her, but Erwin's firm grip on my arm halted my pursuit.

"Let her go, Levi," he urged, a knowing look in his eyes.

"What? Why? She's just going straight to Alexander," I protested, my frustration mounting.

"Exactly. She will learn the truth from him. She doesn't believe us now, but she will later," Erwin calmly asserted, a master strategist contemplating the next move.

"Don't tell me you bought that whole show she put on," I grumbled, unconvinced.

"It's obvious she doesn't know," Hange added. "You were way too hard on her."

"I was the only one being reasonable," I insisted, my determination clashing with their reassurances.

"You were being ridiculous," Erwin retorted, his calm demeanor rubbed against the storm brewing within me.

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"So, you just want us to wait here?" I grumbled at Erwin, my impatience bubbling beneath the surface.

"Precisely," he responded, a maddening calmness in his voice. We lingered outside Alexander's door, the hushed whispers within taunting us. Waiting felt like a pathetic charade. Why not just barge in?

Erwin rested his hand on my shoulder, leaning in to share his annoying pearls of wisdom.

"What do you hear? Is it cordial or insincere? Listen to her voice."

I shot him a disdainful look. What difference did it make? Yet, he urged me forward, pushing me to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Against the door, I strained to capture the unfolding drama. Erwin's method felt like a futile exercise in patience, but I complied.

"Just get your shit and let's go," Alexander's whisper cut through.

"No," Iris's voice, defiant and resolute, fought back. "I have something going for me here. You might not, but I do. I don't want any part of whatever the hell you are doing."

A sharp smack resonated through the door, followed by an ominous stumble.

"You stupid bitch," he snarled. "You thought I was giving you a choice? We are leaving."

The words hung in the air like an impending storm, and I could sense that beneath the surface, a tempest was brewing—one that threatened to shatter the fragile peace we clung to.

"No." Her voice, a sharp blade cutting through the air, declared defiance. "I am not going with you. You don't get to dictate my life anymore. I'm done."

The room hung suspended in silence, pregnant with tension. What dark theater of conflict played out behind that door? She was never a willing participant in his malevolent schemes; she was just the unintended casualty in his twisted narrative.

"Ow! You fucking bitch!" Alexander's enraged outburst reverberated, accompanied by the unsettling sound of coughing. Whose desperate breaths were those? The uncertainty clawed at me as chaos erupted within the room—objects crashing, glass shattering. Did he lay his hands on her?

Glancing at Erwin, I sought answers in his eyes, but he signaled restraint. The inexplicable scene played out, leaving me seething with restrained fury.

"Explain to me what's happening?" Erwin demanded, urgency coloring his tone.

"She's—" I began, struggling to articulate the storm of emotions.

"Calm down, Levi. Tell me what's going on in there. Clear your head," Erwin directed.

"He's- fuck- they're arguing," I gritted out. "She's just a puppet."

The door handle jiggled ominously. Erwin motioned us into the shadows of another hall, leaving me with a simmering frustration. Why the hesitation? Why not seize them now? Unanswered questions lingered, intensifying the enigmatic spectacle unfolding before us.

"Come on, you stupid bitch," Alexander spat, dragging Iris down the dimly lit hallway. My irritation flared, and I sidestepped Erwin, positioning myself to observe the twisted spectacle. Alexander, with his hand firmly on her neck and the other cruelly manipulating her left arm, appeared to have picked up a trick or two from my own repertoire. Not that he'd ever admit it.

Iris abruptly halted, locking eyes with Alexander. Tears streamed down her face, the terror etched into every quivering fiber. She didn't want to go.

"What do you think you're doing?" Alexander's anger reverberated through the corridor.

In a surge of defiance, Iris shoulder-checked Alexander, breaking free momentarily. However, her escape was short-lived as Alexander swiftly reined her in. Her desperate cries echoed, a haunting soundtrack to the scene unfolding.

"Be fucking quiet," he snarled, muffling her protests with a callous hand over her mouth. Against the cold, unforgiving wall, she became a mere pawn in his relentless game.

I shot a glance back at Erwin, once again waiting for his signal, but his eyes still signaled restraint. We remained concealed in the shadows, silent witnesses to this grim scene.

"You're a witness," Alexander hissed, his words dripping with malevolence. "You're coming with me. Be a good little whore and work for me."

Her face twisted in agony, each word from his venomous lips tightening his grip around her fragile throat.

"You'll fetch me a good sum. Perhaps your pretty boy will join you in the brothel. If you're lucky, he won't even recognize that face after I'm through."

The glimmer in her eyes faded, replaced by an all-encompassing fear that resonated with a primal part of me. Her desperate gaze sought mine, and a surge of raw fury coursed through my veins, urging me to intervene.

Before I could act, he heartlessly flung her to the cold floor, a swift kick targeting the already fractured ribs. Rage boiled within me, a visceral need to tear him away from her.

Emerging from the shadows, I confronted him, a tempest of red consuming my vision. Each punch was a declaration of my disdain, the muffled symphony of blows echoing the violence of the moment.

As hands yanked me back, a red curtain descended, obscuring the world. I pushed against the unseen barrier, my determination unwavering.

"Levi, breathe," Erwin's voice sliced through the frenzy, a grounding force against the crimson tide. The brick wall met my back as his firm arm pressed into my chest, a stark reminder of the brutal reality unfolding.

Amidst the echoes of Iris's slow sobs, a tempest of fury churned within me, yearning for Alexander's demise. I envisioned my fists soaked in his blood, relishing the sweet symphony of his final gasps. The desire for his death consumed me entirely.

Erwin's piercing gaze attempted to anchor me, his blue eyes reflecting my simmering rage. But indifference shrouded my senses; all I craved was the end of Alexander.

"Iris?" The name tumbled from my lips like an unbidden plea.

On the floor, Iris clung to her tormentor, her sobs intertwining with the chilling aftermath. Hange measured Alexander's pulse, while Miche struggled to detach Iris from the gruesome scene.

"Her ribs. Don't hold her like that."

"She needs medical," urgency coated my words, slicing through the suffocating tension. "Now."

Erwin sought to tether me against the wall, assuring medical attention for Iris. Disregarding his restraint, I surged toward her. Her labored breaths and the shift from fear to pain in her gaze compelled me to act. As I knelt beside her, an unsettling question lingered—

why was I entangled in the web of saving her?

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