•Chapter Eleven•
Naga!Levi Ackerman/Fem!Reader
Summary: Growing up, the forest's edge always darkened the far corner of your small village. The giant, twisted branches overhead rendered the forest floor a terrifying, pitch black. You shouldn't be here. There's creatures here, dangerous ones.
Overall warnings: Past references to child abuse, blood, scars, gore, mystery, eventual sex, inhuman genitalia (Levi is a snake man), horror vibes.
Chapter warnings: Nothing much! References to last intimacies, but that's about it!
Chapter length: 14k
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The most special of shoutouts to my beloved friend and beta @theferricfox!!!! Also, credit to @the-milk-anon for the snake banner!!
Note: So the last chapter was supposed to be that last spicy scene, but I had a dream so there's another one in the next chapter! Also, as this is posting, I will be eating breakfast with my dad, so it'd be very funny if you guys deluge me with your thoughts and make me seem important lol.
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Outside, the rain falls steadily, its sound creating a soothing, constant rhythm. The arrival of spring brings with it inevitable rain showers, as nature awakens and rejuvenates. The drops tap against the stone of the mountainside, echoing with a resounding intensity. The world becomes enveloped in a misty haze, as if the raindrops create a veil that obscures the surroundings.
It's the gentle patter of rain that eventually rouses you from your deep, exhausted slumber. The rhythmic beat of the raindrops guides you back to consciousness in a serene and gradual manner. As you awaken, warmth seeps through your senses, accompanied by the weight of Levi's arm draped over your hip, creating a comforting presence.
"Hey," Levi's voice, still rough from sleep, softly calls your name. His chest rises and falls against yours, the steady rhythm matching the peaceful atmosphere. His eyes, a soft morning grey, meet yours, filling your vision with a gentle warmth and connection. The rain serves as a backdrop to this quiet moment, adding to the tranquil ambiance that surrounds the two of you.
"Morning," you murmur, nuzzling into the comforting warmth of Levi's neck. "You've been watching me? How long have you been up?”
Levi lets out a soft hum in response, trailing a gentle nail along your hipbone. "Not for too long," he admits. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore," you reply honestly, a tinge of weariness evident in your voice. The beast had been considerate enough to change positions during each of your intimate encounters, but the exertion has left your knees and thighs tender and sensitive to even the slightest movement. Shifting your legs beneath the heavy blanket of his tail, you let out a soft hiss as the muscles in your upper thigh twinge in protest.
"I'm sorry," Levi apologizes softly. His hand shifts, working gentle circles into the meat of your thigh.
"It's fine," you reply evenly, shuffling a bit closer to him with a pained hiss. "Actually, I kind of like it. It's a good ache, although I wish I could move my legs properly."
Raising your head, you assess the aftermath of the last two days. Surprisingly, there are no visible bruises despite the intensity of your encounters. You had expected your knees to be blotchy and discolored at least, given how long you'd spent on them. "I thought I would be bruised," you comment, a hint of surprise in your voice. "But I guess not."
Levi points out with a short laugh, "Remember, my saliva is healing." One hand trails slowly along the small of your back, and to your surprise, you don't even feel the slightest wounds from his sharp claws. The other pinches your chin between his finger and thumb, his thumb softly grazing the plump skin of your bottom lip. His eyes sparkle in the low light. "I think enough of it got into your system for the magic to handle any of those."
That makes sense. Playfully, you ask, "If I kiss you enough, will it make me immortal?"
"No," he scoffs softly, "but you'll certainly live as long as I do."
You run your thumb over the mating mark, yearning to see its black imprints. However, all that remains are small, shallow indentations instead of the deep grooves his teeth once left on your skin. "By the way, what does it actually do? Other than bond us forever, I mean."
Levi's expression turns thoughtful as he attempts to explain. "While I can't be entirely certain if the magic will affect you in the same way, the mark should enable you to sense when I need you. As my heats approach, you'll experience a burning sensation, basically screaming that I need you."
Recalling the pleasant tingling burn of the mark, you hum with curiosity. "I've felt a bit of that the past two days. So, will I be able to sense if you're in danger?"
"More or less," he responds with a shrug. "It's a bit more deliberate than that, as if I'm sending you an emotion or the essence of a thought."
Suddenly, the mark tingles, akin to a gentle brush of a soft feather against your skin. The back of your head prickles, and a deep longing pull resonates within your mind, eliciting a tender response.
"Do you feel that?" he asks, playfully nudging your nose with his.
You nod, your eyes widening slightly as the tingling sensation of the mark washes over you. "Yes, I feel it," you reply, your voice filled with a blend of curiosity and awe. The gentle touch and the longing sensation within your mind convey that something is unfolding, that Levi is extending his connection to you through the bond of the mating mark.
"What are you saying?" you inquire, eager to understand the significance of the odd fluttering along the back of your consciousness. It feels as though his consciousness is leaning forward to bump into yours, as sensation he mirrors with a soft bump of his forehead into yours. You can't respond in kind, but you get a vague sense of what he wants.
"Close your eyes," he urges you, his breath shuddering. Following his guidance, your eyes flutter closed. In the darkness behind your eyelids, you concentrate as his consciousness surges, delicately brushing against yours. "Focus on the sensation."
With another gentle bump of his forehead against yours, you vaguely sense the presence of soft lips through the intimate connection you share. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, and without hesitation, you lean in to fulfill his request. Your lips meet his in a tender and affectionate kiss.
As the kiss deepens, you can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, the sensation of his presence growing stronger within you. Levi hums against your lips in open satisfaction, fingers pressing firmly into the skin of your back.
When the kiss finally breaks, you gaze into his eyes, a spark of love and gratitude evident in your expression. Behind you, his tail flops happily onto the bedding.
Chuckling softly, you playfully bump your nose into his. "Make sure to give me a heads-up if you ever plan on taking another nap in the snow," you jest. His eyes soften, gazing into yours with a sparkle of delight. Drumming your fingers softly along the curve of his waist, you ask, "And what about you? How are you feeling?"
"I'm sore too," he grumbles, wincing as he rubs his fingers along his abs. "This heat was shorter than I expected."
"Well, you did mention that the bond would provide some relief," you reply. "I can't imagine enduring a longer one than that..."
"I did my best to clean you up," he starts, sounding somewhat embarrassed. "But I only keep a few rags around for the mess from my heat. This was... more intense than usual."
Sighing, you huff in frustration. "I'm not sure I can climb up the mountain like this," you admit, feeling a painful twinge in your leg as you draw it up, resting your knee against the bend of his tail just below his hips.
“I could carry you again,” he offers, a concerned look glimmering in his eyes.
You shake your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “No,” you protest, teasingly. “I kind of like the idea of walking there on my own two feet. It gives me a sense of independence, you know?”
Levi chuckles, his warm laughter filling the air, creating a delightful melody that resonates within you. Despite feeling exhausted and sore, the sound of his laughter brings a surge of joy, making your stomach flutter with excitement.
“Fair enough,” he concedes, his gaze filled with admiration and a touch of pride.
Outside, the rain intensifies, its steady rhythm filling your ears with a comforting sound. Through the entrance, the downpour becomes a torrential deluge, obscuring visibility with a cascade of rapidly falling raindrops. The world beyond is transformed into a hazy blur of water, as if the entrance has been blocked by a thick wall of white. The distant rumble of thunder adds to the immersive experience, infusing the storm with a sense of power and grandeur.
As the warm rain continues to cascade, it creates a soothing ambiance, infusing the air with a gentle touch of moisture. The rush of cool wind that accompanies the rainfall brings a refreshing relief, offering a pleasant contrast to the warmth. Even without a roaring fire at the entrance, the nest emanates a comforting warmth, enveloping you both in a cozy haven within the cavern. The combination of the warm rain and the embracing atmosphere of the nest creates a balmy and tranquil setting, inviting relaxation and serenity. Against your will, the soothing warmth and sounds have your eyes falling heavy lidded once again.
"Let's take our time, then," Levi offers softly, his voice carrying a sense of ease. "We can wait out the storm here."
"Sounds like a good idea," you agree wholeheartedly. "I don't really feel inclined to venture out in that heavy downpour anyway." You both settle in, finding comfort in each other's presence as you wait for the storm to pass. The rain becomes a soothing backdrop, lulling you into a state of peaceful respite. Within the safety and warmth of the nest, time seems to slow down, allowing you to fully immerse yourselves in the tranquility of the moment.
"This'll probably be the last time we get to just be together like this for a while, huh?" you ask softly, a touch of melancholy in your voice.
"We'll make time, but yeah, things will be busier once we get back," Levi agrees with a soft hum, his understanding evident. “I’ll probably be gone most days, hunting for WildOnes while they sleep. Sometimes I'll have to spend the night out.”
The thought of being separated makes you feel a twinge of sadness, even as you're filled with anticipation for the new beginning that awaits you both.
As the rain continues to pour outside, its rhythmic sound creating a comforting backdrop, you and Levi find solace in each other's presence. Engaged in soft and intimate conversation, you savor these precious moments, cherishing the connection you share. The world outside may be tumultuous, but in each other's company, you find a sense of peace and warmth that is unparalleled.
Levi's intensity remains, the same unusual fervor he displayed before his heat began, a persistent desire to hold you close. His aura exudes a mix of pent-up energy and restlessness, as if he is eager for something more. While the rainstorm continues to confine you within the nest's boundaries, a subtle shift in Levi's demeanor becomes apparent as the day progresses. The restlessness gradually gives way to a growing anticipation, a sense that something significant is about to unfold.
Finally, the next morning arrives, and the rainstorm shows signs of relenting. Levi's energy reaches its peak, his excitement palpable. With a renewed sense of purpose, he moves toward the entrance of the nest, his hands skillfully removing the woven branches that had shielded you both from the outside world.
As the branches part, the sounds of rain diminish, and a soft breeze whispers through the air. The world outside comes into view, glistening with fresh droplets of water, as if cleansed by the storm. The vibrant greens of the surrounding foliage seem more vibrant, alive with renewed energy.
Levi's gaze meets yours, and a knowing smile plays at the corners of his lips. “Is it time to go?” you ask, squinting at the bright morning light streaming through the entrance.
Levi nods, his gaze scanning the surroundings. “We shouldn’t delay any longer. The WildOnes are beginning to awaken,” he responds with a sense of urgency. He then turns his attention to you, concern etched on his face. “How are you feeling?”
You take a moment to assess your body, feeling the residual tension in your muscles. “I’m fine,” you reply, mustering a confident smile. “My legs are still a bit tense, especially my inner thighs, but it’s manageable. I’m good to go.”
Levi’s concern eases slightly at your reassurance. He reaches out, gently squeezing your hand in support. “Just let me know if you need a break or if anything becomes too uncomfortable,” he says, his voice filled with genuine care.
Now that fresh air is flowing into the cave, you become aware of the musty odor that has permeated the space. Rising to your feet and joining Levi by the entrance, you also notice the stickiness on your skin, likely a leftover from Levi’s heat along with the heat and humidity within the nest.
“Can we make a quick stop at the river to wash up on our way?” you suggest, hoping to freshen up before meeting a bunch of new people.
Levi nods in agreement. “That’s a good idea,” he remarks. “I would like to wash up myself. I would love to clean all the bedding before we go, but it's probably better to leave it. The scent will help keep away any pests while we're gone.”
Levi glances back at you, his eyes scanning the area as he assesses the situation. “Do you have everything you need already in your bag?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.
You nod in response. “Yeah, I didn’t bring much with me to begin with,” you reply. “But I still have some extra space if you need me to help carry anything.”
Levi’s gaze softens, appreciating your offer of assistance. “Thank you,” he says, a hint of gratitude in his voice. “Would you mind carrying the books back then?”
“Sure,” you reply, pulling your bag over as you crouch by his side.
As Levi uncovers his collection of odds and ends, a glimmer of excitement fills the air. On top are the handful of books that have been pretty much untouched, which he immediately hands to you. You quickly tuck the tombs into the cloth bag.
As Levi reaches into the depths of his cubby, his fingers delicately retrieving the jewelry, you’re captivated by the sight before you. The array of rings, bracelets, and necklaces glisten with intricate designs and shimmering gemstones. The combination of silver and gold creates a striking contrast, each piece exuding its own unique charm.
The vibrant colors of the gemstones catch the light, casting a mesmerizing glow in the nest. It’s as if each piece of jewelry has its own tale to tell, a story of elegance and beauty waiting to be adorned and cherished. The craftsmanship and attention to detail are evident in every delicate curve and sparkling gem.
You watch as Levi holds the thick silver necklace in his hand, admiring the intricate metalwork that resembles interwoven scales. It’s a stunning piece, and you can’t help but be intrigued by its craftsmanship.
“I’m guessing it’s finally warm enough to wear jewelry?” you ask, your eyes filled with curiosity.
Levi chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “That, and the others will probably be offended if I show up naked,” he replies with a smirk, his thumb gently playing with the clasp.
Your lips curl into a playful smile. “Can I help you put it on?” you offer, eager to be a part of this small ritual.
Levi’s smirk turns into a warm smile as he extends the necklace towards you. “Sure,” he says, his voice filled with affection.
With a gentle touch, you carefully clasp the necklace around his neck, the cool metal contrasting against the warmth of his skin. As you secure the clasp, your fingers brush against his nape, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Gasping audibly, he shudders at the touch, goosebumps welling up along his back.
Levi turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and adoration. The necklace sits perfectly, accentuating Levi’s features and adding an air of elegance to his form. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly, his hand reaching up to caress the necklace.
Levi swiftly adorns himself with additional pieces of silver jewelry, each one adding to his captivating appearance. The tight metal bracelets encircle his biceps, emphasizing the strength and definition of his muscles. The glimmering rings on his fingers catch the light, adding a touch of elegance and charm to his hands.
You can’t help but chuckle at his adorned form, realizing that this is the first time you’ve seen him dressed in such a way. The contrast between his usual simplicity and the newfound embellishments is both amusing and endearing.
“It’s hilarious that after everything, this is the first time I’ve actually seen you dressed,” you comment with a playful smile.
Levi grins back at you, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “I don’t wear nearly as much as some of the others,” he replies, his voice tinged with amusement.
You watch as Levi’s expression transforms, his eyes filled with a mixture of reverence and sorrow. The item he retrieves from the depths of the crevice holds a profound significance, and his voice carries a weight of emotions as he speaks.
“This was my mother’s,” he says, his tone infused with both awe and sad nostalgia. His fingers gently trace the delicate contours of the necklace, as if seeking a connection to the memories it holds. “She didn’t have a lot of things, obviously, but she always had a handful of necklaces covering her chest. They were the few small reminders of the life she had before she got captured.”
Levi’s voice trembles slightly as he continues, his gaze fixed upon the necklace. “She gave this one to me one of the last few times I saw her.”
As you listen to Levi’s quiet words, a sense of empathy and understanding washes over you. The way he holds it is so gentle, cradled in his palm like it's fragile. It's clear that the necklace holds a profound significance in his life, serving as a tangible connection to his mother and the moments they cherished together. It represents the resilience and strength of his past, a reminder of the love and bond they shared, even in the face of adversity.
Reaching out, you gently place your hand on Levi’s, offering comfort and support. Words feel insufficient in this moment, as the weight of his emotions fills the air. The shared silence speaks volumes, conveying a deep understanding and reverence for the importance of this heirloom.
As he holds it out towards you, the weight of the moment hangs in the air. The delicate silver metal chain gleams softly, leading to the focal point of the piece—a large, ornamental gemstone at the base. The stone captivates with its dark, swirling forest green color, adorned with orbs and swirls of black, creating a mesmerizing pattern that almost seems to move.
Cautiously, you run your fingers along the metal of the necklace, tracing the delicate weave of the chain. With a gentle smile, you inquire, “What was her name?”
Levi’s voice softens as he shares, “Kuchel.” The name carries a weight of significance and tenderness, as if it holds cherished memories and a profound sense of longing.
“That’s a beautiful name,” you remark, your voice filled with empathy. “Do you remember anything about her?”
Levi’s expression turns wistful as he reminisces about his mother. “I barely remember what she looked like,” he admits, a touch of sadness in his voice. “She was always so frail when I was brought to visit her.”
You listen attentively, sensing the weight of his words. “She had a collection of necklaces, with that unique stone. Whenever the handlers tried to take them from her, she always fought tooth and nail.”
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you recognize the strength in her spirit. “She was a fighter, just like you,” you remark, admiration lacing your voice.
Levi’s gaze softens, a mix of pride and longing in his eyes. “I think she would have been happier in The Pit than in the breeding cages,” he confides. “Though she always smiled so happily whenever I was brought over.”
There’s a bittersweet undertone to his words, a sense of longing for a different life for his mother. You offer a comforting presence, understanding the complexities of their situation.
“I think she knew it was the last time I’d be seeing her. That’s why she gave it to me,” Levi continues, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. “It smelled like her for a while after.”
A gentle silence settles between you as you take in the depth of his emotions. Then, curiosity sparks within you, and you inquire, “Did you ever wear it?”
Levi’s lips curl into a nostalgic smile. “When I was small, I could clasp it around my waist, but I was always terrified of breaking it during a fight,” he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
You nod in understanding, appreciating the significance of the necklace to him. It serves as a tangible connection to his mother, a reminder of her love and strength.
Staring down at the swirling stone, he bites his lip. Suddenly, his eyes dart up to meet yours, the smoky grey orbs firm with a clear decision. “Take it,” he insists, his voice filled with determination, as he pushes the cool stone into your palm.
“I can’t-” you protest weakly, pushing the stone back towards him.
His response is firm and unwavering, the words carrying both sincerity and conviction. “She'd want you to have it.” Levi’s insistence catches you by surprise, and you hesitate, looking down at the necklace now resting in your hand.
You meet his gaze, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation, but find none. There is a deep earnestness in his eyes, and you realize that he truly believes his mother would want you to have the necklace.
With a soft smile, you bring the necklace closer, feeling the smooth coolness of the stone against your skin. “Thank you, Levi,” you say, gratitude and humility evident in your voice. “I’ll cherish it forever.”
Levi’s smile widens, a mixture of relief and appreciation crossing his features. Moved by his gesture, you accept the necklace with a mix of gratitude and reverence. Holding the precious heirloom in your hands, you can't help but feel the weight of its history and the love that Levi's mother must have held for him.
“My turn,” Levi hums, urging you to turn around. As Levi clasps the necklace behind your neck, you feel a gentle sense of connection, as if you are carrying a piece of Levi’s past with you. The cool stone rests against your skin, a comforting presence that serves as a reminder of the bond you share and the strength that resides within both of you.
Levi leans back, his eyes tracing the delicate silver chain and the stone pendant that now adorns your neck. It's long, stretching down from your neck to rest between your breasts. There’s a sense of satisfaction in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the significance of this moment.
“Thank you,” you say again, reaching out to touch his arm. “For entrusting me with something so precious.”
Levi’s smile is both bittersweet and filled with gratitude. “It fits you,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. Taking your hand, his thumb works a fond circle into the skin along the back of your hand. The soft look in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat. “She would have liked you.”
His heartfelt words bring a genuine smile to your face, and you can feel your cheeks flushing with a mix of joy and shyness. The thought of Levi’s mother approving of you fills you with a sense of validation and joy.
With the weight of the necklace around your neck, you step forward together, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. Hand in hand, you step out of the nest, ready to embrace the world and the possibilities it holds. The rainstorm may have kept you confined, but it also created a sense of anticipation, a sense of pent-up energy that now propels you forward. With Levi by your side, you venture forth, ready to discover what awaits beyond the protective embrace of the nest.
Levi turns, quickly twisting the branches back to cover up the entrance behind you. “I'll come back a couple times while I'm out hunting to check on it. Make sure nothing has decided to move in.” Watching the scraggly entrance disappear beneath a layer of woven pine fills the air with a bittersweet feeling. Saying goodbye to the place you’ve called home for so long tugs at your heartstrings, and a wave of nostalgia washes over you. As you take one last look at the familiar surroundings, you can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for the shelter and safety the nest provided during your time there.
Stepping out into the forest, you’re greeted by a vibrant and lively scene. The air is filled with the sounds of chirping birds, rustling leaves, and the soft whispers of the wind. The canopy above casts dappled sunlight on the forest floor, creating a magical interplay of light and shadow. The dark and ominous atmosphere of the forest floor is contrasted by the vibrant life that thrives within it.
The journey to the river is swift, the path familiar to both you and Levi. As you reach the riverside, a breathtaking sight unfolds before your eyes. The water rushes down from the mountainside, cascading in a dazzling display of sparkling droplets. The sunlight dances upon the water’s surface, creating a mesmerizing play of reflections and glimmering ripples.
You find a peaceful spot by the river's edge, its serene beauty captivating your senses. The gentle sound of the rushing water creates a soothing melody, lulling you into a state of tranquility. It's a precious moment of respite, allowing you to immerse yourself in the wonders of nature and find solace in its simplicity.
Leaning over the water's edge, you catch a reflection of yourself in the calm, drifting surface. Despite the monumental changes in your life, you're struck by how little your physical appearance has altered. The face staring back at you remains familiar, unchanged by the profound shifts that have occurred within you.
But as your gaze lingers, your breath catches at the sight of your mating mark. Nestled at the pulse of your neck, where it meets your shoulder, is a perfectly rounded indentation of teeth. Its dark, striking appearance contrasts beautifully against your skin, a tangible reminder of the bond you share with Levi. You're captivated by its significance, finding beauty in the symbol that represents your deep connection and commitment.
“It's beautiful,” you breathe, your voice filled with emotion and admiration for the mark that binds you together.
“I'm glad you think so,” Levi responds, curling up to join you by the river's edge. A contented smile graces his face, mirroring the peace and joy radiating from within. Side by side, you bask in the serenity of the moment, immersed in the gentle warmth of the sun on your skin and the caress of a cool breeze against your face. It's a perfect pause in your journey, a precious interlude to embrace the sheer beauty of the world that surrounds you.
Together, you immerse yourselves in the cool stream, feeling the refreshing water against your skin. The rush of the river washes away the dust and grime accumulated from your time in the nest, leaving you feeling revitalized and rejuvenated. The water cascades over your bodies, carrying away the remnants of the past and preparing you for the new chapter that lies ahead. The worries and burdens of your previous life momentarily fade away, replaced by a lightness of being.
However, the tranquility is interrupted by an ominous sound in the distance, a loud crunching sound resonating from within The Maw’s dense canopy downhill. Turning towards it, you think you can even see one of The Maw’s giant trees shaking from the impact. Levi’s senses sharpen, and he instinctively tastes the air, alert to the potential danger lurking nearby. With a soft hiss, he urges you to rise with one hand gently tugging at your shoulder. “Come on. We should get going.”
“Y-yeah,” you agree shakily. With a sense of urgency, you heed Levi’s words and rise from the stream, water cascading off your bodies as you move to quickly dress. Another loud crunching sound from The Maw’s canopy sends a shiver down your spine, heightening your awareness of the potential danger lurking in the forest. Levi's hand gently tugs at your shoulder, his hiss urging you to move swiftly.
The once serene ambiance is now overshadowed by the ominous sounds echoing from The Maw. As you gather your belongings, you can't help but feel a surge of anxiety coursing through your veins, heightening your senses and propelling you to act quickly. Time is of the essence, and you and Levi make your way towards safety, leaving the peaceful riverside behind as you navigate the challenging terrain ahead.
Fortunately, the source of the ominous crunching sounds doesn’t seem to be pursuing you, either disinterested or hindered by its immense size. The fading echoes provide some relief, easing the tension in the air as you continue your ascent up the steep mountainside.
Each step becomes a struggle against gravity, the strain on your knees and thighs intensifying with every upward movement. The burning sensation in your muscles serves as a reminder of the physical exertion required to conquer the challenging terrain. Despite your determination, the mountain seems to taunt you from the distant horizon, teasing you with its seemingly unreachable proximity.
The path is rugged and unforgiving, filled with uneven terrain and treacherous obstacles. Your muscles ache from the sustained effort, and fatigue begins to settle in. Yet, you push forward, driven by determination and the knowledge that reaching the summit will be a triumph of endurance.
With each breath, you draw in the thin mountain air, feeling the coolness fill your lungs. The air becomes thinner as you ascend, adding another layer of challenge to the already demanding climb. Your heart pounds in your chest, matching the rhythm of your footsteps, as if urging you to persevere.
Despite the physical strain, you find solace in the breathtaking scenery surrounding you. The towering peaks, majestic cliffs, and sweeping vistas remind you of the vastness and beauty of the natural world. The sheer grandeur of the mountainscape provides a sense of perspective, reminding you of the insignificance of your individual struggles in the grand tapestry of the universe.
As you continue your ascent, you find strength in the camaraderie between you and Levi. His presence serves as a source of motivation and encouragement, as you both share in the arduous journey together. He offers to carry you several more times, but you decline him each and every time. You get the impression that he's moving slow, keeping pace with you, and you deeply appreciate the gesture.
Time seems to stretch endlessly as you climb higher, but eventually, you begin to notice subtle signs of progress. The angle of the slope gradually eases, and the summit looms ever closer. The burning sensation in your muscles is accompanied by a sense of accomplishment, knowing that you’ve persevered through the challenges and hardships.
As the sun begins to descend, its warm golden light bathes the landscape in a serene glow, creating a picturesque setting. Your gaze follows the transition from the grassy banks of the river to a pathway adorned with smooth white and grey stones. These stones create a defined trail that runs parallel to the river, guiding your journey towards the awe-inspiring snow-capped ridges of Prime and Skull that loom majestically above.
The sight of these towering peaks fills you with a profound sense of awe and reverence. The sheer size and grandeur of the mountains command your attention, leaving you with a tingling sensation of insignificance in their presence. Even this early in spring, it's warm enough for you to be sweating slightly, and yet the snow persists high above. Looking up at the ridges, you can’t help but feel a slight ache in your neck from the strain of craning your head to take in their immense height.
Yet, despite the physical discomfort, the sight before you is undeniably breathtaking. It feels as if nature itself has sculpted a magnificent gateway between Prime and Skull, where the two mountains converge with a high ridge. The worn grey stone wall that separates them bears the marks of the relentless force of the river you’ve been following, its surface eroded and weathered over time. It's as if the river had slowly burrowed its way through the mountain wall, creating an opening to the little haven nestled within.
“It is like a giant wall,” you breathe in awe, watching the golden sunlight filter over the rugged edge.
“Armin’s spotted us.” Levi’s voice breaks through your reverie, drawing your attention to the high ridge. Following his gaze, you spot a figure standing atop the rocky mountain wall. It’s a small shadowed figure, waving its arm with enthusiasm, signaling their excitement at your arrival. It hops, excitedly rushing along the stone and down the rough slope.
“He has legs!” you note with surprise, watching the figure run across the top of the ridge.
You watch in awe as Armin swiftly descends the mountainside, effortlessly maneuvering through the uneven ridges with a remarkable display of agility and grace. His movements are fluid and confident, reflecting his familiarity with the rugged terrain. It’s evident that Armin has honed his skills and adapted to the challenges of this world, allowing him to traverse the landscape with ease.
Soon enough, he's on level ground with you, stopping a short distance away and struggling to catch his breath. “Hi,” Armin breathes excitedly, his chest heaving from the run. His eyes widen in awe as he takes in your unfamiliar form.
You feel equally stunned. “You’re a faun!” you exclaim, unable to contain your excitement as you take in Armin’s unique lower body with its little goat legs. The limbs are coated in short blond fur, matching the blond locks on his head.
Armin smiles, clearly pleased by your reaction. “And you're a human! I've never met a human before!”
You can’t help but be fascinated by Armin’s unique appearance. His long furry ears and little white horns add to his charming and otherworldly presence. You find yourself drawn to these distinctive features, curious about the intricacies of his faun nature.
As you take in Armin's appearance, you notice a small blue tome in his hands. He shuffles it back and forth between his fingers, clearly eager to engage in a conversation. “It's nice to meet you! I have so many questions.."
Levi interrupts with a hint of amusement, "It's getting late. Can we at least make it inside before you begin interrogating her?"
Armin's excitement is palpable as he exclaims, "Oh! Right! I’ll go let the others know you're back!" His hooves clack against the stone walkway as he runs off, disappearing between the stone walls. His eagerness to share the news with the others is evident in his hurried departure.
Levi lets out a small sigh, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I don’t know why he’s ever on guard duty. He gets too distracted by reading to really pay attention.”
You can’t help but chuckle at the image of Armin tucked up along the mountain wall, engrossed in the pages of a thick tome. You'd barely met him, but you know just from looking at him that he must be smart.
“He saw us coming well enough,” you point out. “He’s so young, do you guys normally have teens guarding the village?”
Levi nods, his expression serious. “It’s voluntary, and they’re mostly kept doing menial tasks until they’re older. Some of them patrol as well, but they’re supposed to call for an adult if they encounter anything significant.” There’s a hint of frustration in his voice, suggesting that not everyone adheres to that rule.
Continuing forward to pass through the mountain walls, you notice an excited crowd gathering just beyond the entrance. Anxiety rears its ugly head, causing a painful lurch in your stomach, momentarily halting your progress.
Sensing your concern, Levi stops beside you. "Most of the adults are probably still... busy, so it'll likely be mostly a younger crowd."
Levi's hand gently finds its place on your lower back, offering a comforting touch. "It'll be fine," he assures you with a soft voice, his presence providing reassurance.
Taking a deep breath, you let Levi’s words sink in and allow his touch to calm your nerves. With his support, you gather the strength to step forward and join the gathering crowd.
As you approach, the excited chatter and laughter of the younger villagers fill the air. Their eyes widen with curiosity and anticipation as they catch sight of you and Levi, returning from your journey. Some of them wave eagerly, while others nudge each other, whispering in hushed tones.
Levi’s presence by your side provides a sense of stability amidst the bustling atmosphere. You feel a mix of nervousness and excitement as you prepare to face the curious gazes and questions of Levi’s young den-mates.
Their excited whispers intertwine, creating a symphony of voices that reaches your ears. Amongst the sea of sound, you catch snippets of their astonishment. “A Human?” “Levi brought a human here?” The surprise in their voices only adds to the nervousness already bubbling within you.
With a timid wave, you stutter a hesitant greeting, unsure where to direct your gaze in the midst of the numerous figures that surround you.
At the front of the crowd, Armin, ever perceptive, notices the edge of your mating mark peeking out from the collar of your blouse. His voice cracks with sheer surprise as he poses the question that hangs in the air, “Wait! Are you Levi’s mate?”
The crowd’s excited chatter cuts to stark silence before swelling, transforming into a cacophony of noise. Curiosity, astonishment, and anticipation blend together in a symphony of voices. All eyes are fixed on you, awaiting your response, and the weight of the moment hangs palpably in the air.
In that pivotal moment, emotions surge within you—vulnerability, tinged with a hint of embarrassment. But as you meet Levi’s gaze, a sense of strength washes over you, bolstering your resolve.
Taking a steadying breath, you gather your composure. Pride and affection resonate in your voice as you address the crowd. “Yes, I am,” you declare, your words carrying the weight of your connection.
Impossibly, the crowd somehow gets louder, their excitement escalating to a fervor. Whispers and murmurs rise to a crescendo, filling the air with a cacophony of voices. The sheer volume of their reactions takes you aback, momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity of their response.
You exchange a bewildered glance with Levi, both of you caught off guard by the magnitude of their enthusiasm. Questions are fired at a rapid-fire pace from all directions, creating a chaotic chorus of voices that overwhelms your senses. Feeling the pressure mounting, you instinctively take a step back, seeking a moment of respite.
Levi’s arm slides across your back, his fingers pressing gently into your shoulder, offering a reassuring touch amidst the whirlwind of inquiries. With a glare and a firm tone, he barks, “Easy, easy. Not all at fucking once.”
The gaggle of teens surrounding you immediately look abashed, their excitement subdued by Levi’s stern command.
“It's late, and she's tired from the journey,” Levi points out. “One question each. You'll have time to ask more later.”
The tense atmosphere eases slightly as Levi's authoritative voice resonates across the field. The teenagers exchange sheepish glances, seemingly challenging one another to break the silence. Finally, one of them steps forward, their voice filled with curiosity.
"How did you meet the Captain?" Armin asks quietly, bravely stepping up.
"Captain?" you repeat, a bit confused. Turning, you catch Levi's eye.
"It's my rank," Levi explains casually. "Having leaders helps keep hunting WildOnes safer. I tend to hunt alone, though." His fingers curl around your shoulder, the nails gently digging into your skin. "She actually saved my life." His voice carries a sense of pride.
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you recall the memory. "And then you immediately tried to kill me," you playfully recall with a hint of fondness, reflecting on the unexpected turn of events that marked the beginning of your journey together.
Confusion spreads through the crowd, and a brown-haired naga speaks up next, his tone curt. "So what made you stick around? Surely it wasn't his charming personality?"
"Eren, don't be rude," the dark-haired girl beside him interjects, reprimanding his remark.
Turning towards her, he gestures vaguely at the Naga by your side. "What? He spends most of the time leaning in corners, scowling at us. That's not exactly welcoming. Plus, Levi hates humans."
There's a pause in the conversation as the tension lingers in the air. It seems that Levi's demeanor and reputation have left some questioning why you chose to stay by his side.
You reply with a hint of mystery, a smile curving your lips. "Let's just say we have a lot in common."
"What does that even mean?" questions a sandy-haired Naga, his face twisting up in a blatant show of confusion.
You take a moment to gather your thoughts before speaking up. “Wait, wait,” you begin. “Can we take a step back a bit so you can all tell me your names? I know Armin, but that’s about it.”
Taking the opportunity, the sandy-haired Naga, pushes forward to the front of the crowd and introduces himself with a sharp smile. "I'm Jean," he says. His scales are a sandy brown, akin to autumn leaves coating the forest floor. Yet, they glisten and shimmer like gold in the warm glow of the evening sun.
Frowning, the rude boy, Eren, pushes in front of Jean and introduces himself with a short bark. "Eren," he announces. His scales are green, reminiscent of the rich, deep shade of the forest behind your shoulders.
"Mikasa," the dark-haired girl by his side introduces herself quietly, accompanied by a shy wave. Her scales mirror the same color as Levi's, a rich deep black, but they glimmer with a subtle undertone of red.
"Connie," says the scruffy-headed boy next to her, lips spreading in a wide, fanged smile. He's unmistakably a fox spirit, adorned with two grey-furred fluffy ears sprouting from the sides of his head, accompanied by three fluffy tails. He points towards his furry ears and exclaims, "Don't worry, your eyes aren't deceiving you, these aren't faux!" In response to his own joke, the boy bursts into laughter, his ears tilted back and his eyes pinched tight.
Surrounded by his friends, their response is a collective groan and cringe. However, Connie finds the situation even more amusing and his laughter intensifies. He's forced to wrap his arms around his waist, unable to contain the deep chortles that escape him.
Suddenly he stops, turning to the friend to his right with a horrified look on his face. “Wait, would ‘fox-tastic to meet you’ have been funnier?”
With a cruel smile, the girl next to him responds, "Neither of them were funny. I'm Sasha," she introduces herself with an adorable bounce. Her ponytail accentuates her features, and her scales resemble the dark brown hue of tree bark. The bow across her back, along with the fletch of arrows, hints at a surprising proficiency in archery.
You take the opportunity to introduce yourself as well. "It's nice to meet all of you," you say. "Forgive me if I forget names; I have a feeling I'll be learning a lot of new ones over the next few days."
By your side, Levi supplies, “There's a bunch of other younger den-mates that you'll meet later. Most of the adults might be occupied for a while longer.”
Noticing the weight of your backpack pressing against your back, Sasha’s excitement takes over, and she eagerly moves closer. “Do you have any food?” she asks, her curiosity piqued.
“I think I have a slice of bread, but it's probably pretty stale..” Noticing Sasha’s excitement and eagerness, you rummage through your backpack and find the last remaining slice of bread. However, as you pull it out, you realize it’s incredibly stale and crumbled, having been in your bag for almost a month. Sasha immediately snaps it out of your hand, greedily stuffing it into her mouth. Concerned, you warn Sasha, “Hey, wait! You probably shouldn’t eat that!”
But it’s too late. Sasha, driven by her hunger, greedily stuffs the crumbly slice of bread into her mouth, devouring it without hesitation. She munches it along with the paper wrapping.
"It's fine," Connie reassures you, waving off your concern. "I've seen Sasha eat rocks."
"Mmmph," Sasha mumbles with a mouthful of food, attempting to refute Connie's statement. “‘ave not.”
“Can humans really spit acid?” Jean asks, pulling your attention away from the horrifying sight of watching Sasha struggle to chew the paper.
With a surprised laugh, you reply, “What? No? Where did you even hear that?”
Eren quickly interjects, pointing at Jean, “See! I told you that was idiotic-”
Suddenly, a loud squeal pierces through the conversation, grabbing everyone's attention. "LEEEVIII!!" echoes through the air, causing Levi to release a loud sigh by your side.
Confused, you glance at him, seeking an explanation, but before you can ask, the crowd hastily makes way. A figure sprints straight toward the two of you, almost bowling Levi over with an exuberant hug.
"You're back!" they cheer excitedly, shaking Levi back and forth with their arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, while his face is pressed into their neck. Levi's hands scramble behind their back, trying to pull away from the enthusiastic embrace.
"It's way too quiet when you're gone," they express, emphasizing how much they missed Levi's presence.
"H-hange," Levi wheezes, struggling in their grasp. "Let me go, you fucking nut."
You can't help but let out a soft laugh at Levi's predicament, which earns you a hollow glare. Unfortunately, the sound captures their attention, and they release Levi, quickly turning toward you with a loud gasp.
"A human!" they exclaim excitedly, their dark brown eyes scanning your form. They step forward, patting their hands along your arms. "Levi, you brought a human here?"
You observe their unique appearance, unsure of exactly what they are. Dark brown branches twist and wind, growing out from the skin at their shoulders. More branches sprout from the crown of their head, twisting around their face like goat horns. They're coated with soft green moss, and a handful of leaves sprout from the outer branches, giving them an intriguing and nature-inspired appearance.
As their hands gently explore your hair, tracing the curve of your ear with keen fascination, you become acutely aware of the attention you’re receiving from the crowd. Among them, you stand out as the only one without pointed ears, making you somewhat of a curiosity. However, Hange’s perceptive gaze suddenly fixates on your mating mark, causing them to pause in wide-eyed astonishment.
Their thumb grazes the edge of your mark, an action that triggers a protective response from Levi, who hovers nearby with evident concern. A sharp hiss escapes Levi’s lips, revealing his unease at the intimate contact near your mark.
"Levi, you MATED!" Hange exclaims, their excitement momentarily overshadowing any sense of personal boundaries. They envelop you in a tight and overpowering hug, squeezing you to their chest with a force that leaves you breathless. Speaking quickly, they ramble, “Hi! I'm Hange! I need to know everything about you! What's your name?”
Though you're not entirely pleased with their invasion of your personal space, you try to maintain a polite composure. "Hi, Hange," you manage to respond, your voice slightly strained from the tight embrace. Feeling overwhelmed, you make an attempt to step away, seeking the comfort of your mate.
Levi intervenes with a stern warning, interrupting the conversation. “Don’t tell them your name,” Levi interjects. “They’re Fae. Hange has a habit of stealing names for their own entertainment, and you’ll be without it for several hours.”
You pause, taking in Levi’s words and realizing the cautionary advice. You decide to heed his warning and refrain from revealing your name for the time being. Continuing to try to wiggle out of their grip, you remain quiet.
"Levi, why do you always have to ruin my fun," Hange whines dramatically, pouting with a frown. "Do you realize how long it's been since I've met someone new? I hardly get the chance to trick anyone."
From somewhere behind you, Armin chimes in, "You did steal Pixis's name for half a day last week, though."
Hange grumbles in response, "Thanks, Armin. That's very helpful. And besides, I wasn't even planning on tricking her!"
"Why do I have a feeling that's a lie," you remark, sensing their mischievous nature.
Hange’s exuberance is palpable as they cackle with delight, giving you a firm pat on the back and sporting a wide grin. “We’re going to be the best of friends, I can already tell! Levi, come on, just tell me her name!”
Levi releases a weary sigh and reluctantly reveals your name, explaining, “That’s the rule. Hange can only play their games if you directly tell them your name.” He moves closer to you and tugs at your arm. “Are you going to let them go now?”
Finally, they release you. Hange’s disappointment is evident for a moment, but their curiosity quickly resurfaces. “Oh, but I still have so many questions! And it's been so long since I've met a human. Where are you from? What are your hobbies?
Feeling overwhelmed, you recall the books in your bag, one of which was lent to Levi. Pulling out “An Analysis on the Refraction of Light,” you offer it to Hange. “I skimmed through the book you lent to Levi.”
Their eyes widen with excitement as they take the thick tome from your hands, flipping through the pages until they reach a specific chapter. “What did you think? Chapter twenty-eight is my favorite. It discusses how the density of different gemstones can affect their refraction.”
You admit honestly, “I didn’t get that far. It was kind of… boring.”
Levi’s soft laugh catches your attention, and you realize that perhaps calling the book boring in front of Hange wasn’t the best choice. However, Hange remains undeterred, their excitement unfazed.
“Light is truly fascinating,” they exclaim. “I have a theory that the sun affects the WildOnes in some way. Even creatures that thrive in the light become nocturnal once they’re overcome. I've conducted several experiments-”
A loud chorus of groans resonates amongst the teens behind them. You get the impression that they're about to go on a tirade, one that they go on quite often.
“Hange, it’s practically night,” Levi interrupts, his voice laced with exhaustion. “Both of us are tired from the hike, and I believe a few of these brats are supposed to be on night-watch duty.” He gestures towards the group, a handful of which suddenly look abashed.
The sun’s descent behind the mountain paints the sky in a rich, dark orange hue, reminiscent of a dying flame. As you take in the view, your gaze settles on the sight of several tightly packed wooden buildings, nestled not far along the rocky trail. These quaint and picturesque houses are scattered on both sides of the river, creating a charming scene. Curious heads peek around the corners, observing you with a mixture of interest and caution. Amidst the onlookers, you catch a glimpse of a glittering, soft pink tail before it quickly disappears behind one of the buildings.
“Fine,” Hange sighs loudly. Their demeanor suddenly shifts, their tone becoming serious, “but I do need to speak with you for a moment.” Jerking their chin, they indicate to Levi that the conversation needs to be private.
“This better actually be important,” Levi grumbles Turning to you, he leans up to press a soft kiss to the swell of your cheek. “I'll be right back.”
“I'll be waiting,” you reply. As they move away, you watch their retreating figures, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation for what they have to discuss. With Levi’s reassurance that he’ll return soon, you take a moment to observe your surroundings once again, the quiet beauty of the quaint houses and the curious onlookers adding to the sense of intrigue in this unfamiliar place.
As more figures join the onlookers, their curiosity evident in their eyes and expressions, the crowd around you becomes increasingly animated. The group of teenagers, emboldened by Levi’s absence, seize the opportunity to bombard you with a flurry of questions, seemingly unaffected by his previous warning. Their excitement and eagerness are palpable.
But amidst the sea of happy and excited faces, a stark contrast emerges in your mind. Memories resurface of the last time you found yourself surrounded by a crowd, but back then, the faces were expressions of fear and disgust. The stark difference between the two situations is not lost on you, evoking a bittersweet realization.
Amidst the flurry of questions from the teenagers, you do your best to provide answers and engage with them. The crowd is still abuzz with excitement, but your attention momentarily shifts to Hange and Levi in the distance. Hange's animated gestures and loud voice catch your attention, and you can't help but smile at their enthusiasm.
Levi, on the other hand, appears slightly embarrassed as Hange playfully slaps his shoulder. You meet his gaze, and there's a fleeting moment of connection as your mating mark flutters with a distant call for help. Understanding the unspoken message, you send a reassuring smile his way, silently acknowledging the bond you share.
In this new and unfamiliar place, it's comforting to have someone you can rely on, even amidst the bustling crowd.
Yawning widely, you suddenly realize just how exhausted you are. Every bit of you seems to ache from the hike. Levi immediately slides back to your side, obviously having had enough of whatever antics Hange was spouting, one arm sliding across the small of your back.
Feeling the warmth of his touch and the protective presence he offers, you lean into him, grateful for his presence. With each passing moment, the weariness of the day begins to settle, and the need for rest becomes undeniable. “I think it's time we call it,” Levi offers softly, only half-addressing the crowd.
“Probably a good idea,” you agree. “Feels like I could fall asleep upright.”
Turning toward the crowd of teens, Levi says, “Whomever is supposed to be on watch should get up on the walls.”
Waving behind you as Levi pulls you away, you say, “Night guys. It was nice to meet you!”
As the loud chorus of goodbyes fades into the distance, you and Levi continue up the trail. Suddenly, a retching sound breaks through the distant chatter, followed by Connie’s alarmed scream of “Not on my tail!” The sound prompts a soft chuckle to escape your lips, realizing that Sasha couldn’t keep down the bread she had consumed.
With a mix of exhaustion and amusement, you continue walking alongside Levi, your steps growing lighter as the weight of the day gradually lifts.
You don't make it far before a shy brown-scaled Naga approaches. He's an adult, you note with surprise. “Moblit,” Levi greets friendly, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “You're up early.”
The brunette scratches his neck shyly, the skin free from a mating mark. “Yeah- Hange- they- Yeah,” he struggles to explain. With a deep breath, he meets your eyes, “I have a small garden that I use to grow materials to make paints. It's mostly flowers, but there's a handful of fruits and berries. You're more than welcome to it,” he offers. “I know your diet is different. Armin already eats from it.”
With a grateful smile, you respond, “Thank you, Moblit. That’s incredibly kind of you. I would love to take a look at your garden and see what I can find. I have a bit of farming experience so I can help you tend to it if you want?”
Moblit’s eyes widen in surprise, his shyness momentarily giving way to a glimmer of hope. “That would be amazing,” he says, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. “I could definitely use some help. It’s not easy maintaining it all by myself. I mostly just let it go wild. Your farming experience would be invaluable.”
You offer a nod and a smile, affirming your agreement. “Sounds like a plan, then.”
With a soft "good night," Moblit slithers past you, making his way towards Hange. As you observe Hange casually throwing their arm around Moblit's shoulder, their animated conversation uninterrupted, a question lingers on your mind. Tentatively, you voice your curiosity, asking, "Are they-"
Levi responds with a shake of his head and a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders. "Sort of. Fae can't bond, so they've never really committed to anything." The implications behind Levi's words sink in, evoking a sense of sadness. The limitations imposed by Hange’s fae nature must weigh heavily on the both of them, hindering the depth of their connection and potentially leaving them with unfulfilled desires and unresolved frustrations.
As you contemplate the situation, you can't help but imagine the emotional burden they carry. The unfulfilled yearnings and unspoken frustrations must create a weight that is difficult to bear, highlighting the complexities and limitations of their relationship.
As you continue along the winding rock path, tracing its course beside the rushing river, the rows of homes start to multiply, creating a sprawling community. You can't wait until morning, feeling the urge to explore the surroundings eagerly. However, a part of you also harbors a desire to sleep in, relishing the comfort of rest. It feels as though you could sleep through the entirety of tomorrow and still be tired.
Before long, you reach the far end of the mountain’s divot, where the river descends gently from the snowy peak of Prime. It takes a sharp left turn, cutting across the meadow with an energized flow. Levi’s guidance leads you towards your destination, his arm gently resting on the small of your waist. “This is us,” he says, indicating the last building, far along the path. There, nestled in the bend of the river, stands his home—a charming, wide wooden cabin that exudes warmth and coziness.
Intrigued by the beauty of the surroundings, you find yourself curious about the river. Seizing the opportunity, you inquire, “I never asked, does the river have a name?”
Levi’s response catches you off guard as he reveals, “Scarlet Vein.”
“That’s not at all terrifying,” you jest sarcastically, acknowledging the macabre connotation associated with the name. Eager to understand the reason behind such a name, you press further, asking, “Why’s it called that?”
Levi’s voice carries a hint of solemnity as he unravels the history behind the name. “Before Naga settled here, there were so many WildOnes in the area that the river was constantly red with blood.” His words paint a vivid picture of a tumultuous past, where the presence of fierce creatures resulted in frequent clashes and intense battles. “It's mostly just referred to as The Vein now.”
As you step up onto the small porch, the symphony of crickets fills the air, their lazy chirping blending harmoniously with the serene surroundings of the rolling grass fields. The quaint cabin, with its charming garden bed in front, welcomes you warmly. “You have a garden?”
“My chamomile is already starting to sprout,” Levi notes with a pleased nod. Even in the darkness, you can sense his delight, and you find it endearing to witness his excitement over the small sprouts. It’s a testament to his care and dedication towards the garden. It's adorable that he has such cute hobbies.
You smile, appreciating his gesture as he holds the door open for you. Hand sliding along your shoulder blade, he asks, “I don't suppose you want a tour?”
“I would love a tour,” you reply, “but that can wait until morning. You might be able to see in the dark, but it's pitch black in here. And I'm tired.” You shake your head, laughing softly. Crossing the entryway in front of him, blind in the near pitch-black darkness, you kick off your boots by the door.
“The bedrooms this way,” Levi lets out a snort, his amusement evident as he guides you through the darkness toward the back of the house. As you enter the room, the soft moonlight filtering through the large window catches your attention, evoking a breath of awe. “You have an actual bed!” you exclaim, marveling at the sight.
The mattress is enormous, dominating the space and inviting you with its plush appearance. Without hesitation, you bounce down onto it, sinking into the softness with a pleasant heaviness. The realization that the blankets are made of actual cotton adds to the feeling of indulgence, and you revel in the simple pleasure of the cozy bedding. “And actual cotton blankets!”
Lying there, surrounded by the gentle glow of moonlight and the embrace of the comfortable bed, a wave of tranquility washes over you. The weariness of the day begins to dissipate, replaced by a serene contentment. It seems that in this moment, you have found a haven of rest and relaxation. “This is paradise,” you whisper softly, appreciating the simple yet profound pleasure of being in such a comfortable and peaceful setting.
Levi pulls himself up on the mattress to your left, curling around you. The mattress shifts and tilts beneath his heavy mass. He explains, “One of the villages a mountain over has a cotton field and some sheep. We trade with them quite often.”
“I'll have to see if I can get more clothes from them,” you note. It'll be nice to have at least a couple more changes of clothing. At the very least, you'd like to sleep in something other than a well worn blouse and trousers.
Levi acknowledges your remark with a nod, understanding the importance of having a few more changes of clothing. “We’ll figure something out,” he assures you, his voice carrying a reassuring tone.
Turning to meet Levi’s eyes, you inquire, “What did Hange want?”
Levi's expression tightens and he lets out a frustrated sigh before responding, his voice laced with annoyance. "Other than hounding me about our mating? Hange wants me to investigate something. There have been sightings of a large entity near the entrance of the Den for the past few nights. They expect me to look into it tomorrow."
You raise an eyebrow at Levi's choice of words, sensing his reluctance. Trying to clarify the nature of the investigation, you ask, "By investigate, do you mean kill?"
Levi's features harden, his expression growing more serious. "It's a possibility," he admits, his tone tinged with determination. "They're not even sure if it’s something Wild, but if it poses a threat to our safety or the safety of the village, I won't hesitate to eliminate it. But I'll assess the situation first before deciding on the necessary course of action."
The weight of his responsibility and the seriousness of the task ahead are evident in Levi's words. Though the prospect of danger looms, you find solace in the knowledge that Levi is prepared to face whatever challenges arise, with his unwavering resolve to keep those he cares about safe.
“Hange wants to try and capture whatever it is, if so, but there's no way we'd be able to contain something like that.” Levi continues with a frown. “I'm sorry, I wanted to give you a tour tomorrow, but it looks like you'll be on your own.”
“I'll be fine,” you sooth his worry with an assured pat on his chest. “I can wander alone if I need to. I'm sure someone would be willing to guide me around. Though, if I'm too sore I might just sleep all day.”
“Just promise me you won’t overexert yourself, alright?” Levi requests, his concern still evident in his voice. “Take it easy and enjoy your day, whether it’s exploring or simply resting. I’ll wake you up before I leave.”
You nod, happy at the thought. “Everyone is so friendly and welcoming,” you note, eyes fluttering heavily. Between the soft cotton blankets and the warm weight of your mate, weariness is surging. “It's so much different from home.”
With your eyes closed, your senses are sharp enough to feel the vibration of his soft response: "This is home now, remember?"
Levi's reminder tugs at your heart, emphasizing the sense of belonging you have found in this new place. The words resonate deeply within you, reinforcing the notion that’s been swirling along the back of your mind all evening. Home. This place feels like home. A feeling of belonging and acceptance washes over you. A few tears build in your waterline, but you quickly blink them away.
“Yeah,” you respond softly, your voice filled with a mixture of contentment and weariness. The weight of the day, combined with the comfort and security of your surroundings, overwhelms you, lulling you into a state of complete relaxation.
As your eyes flutter closed, you surrender to the exhaustion that has been building within you. Sleep envelops you swiftly, its embrace carrying you into a deep and restful slumber.
The night passes in a dreamless haze. With a soft kiss on your cheek, Levi gently awakens you from your deep slumber. The morning light casts a warm glow in the room, and you find yourself blinking away the remnants of sleep.
"Morning," you respond with a yawn, stretching your tired limbs across the comfortable bedding. The enticing aroma of cooking meat reaches your nostrils, stimulating your appetite.
"Is that food?" you inquire, your stomach rumbling in response to the delicious scent.
Levi nods, urging you to rise, but you let out a groan of protest due to the weariness in your muscles. However, the enticing aroma of cooking meat and the promise of a delicious meal motivate you to overcome your fatigue. With a soft smile, Levi explains, "The Braus family stopped by and brought some pheasant for us to eat. Along with a chair for you."
The mention of a chair surprises you, and you're deeply touched by their considerate gesture. Curiosity prompts you to inquire, "The Braus family?"
Levi smirks, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and replies, “You made their daughter throw up yesterday. They catch fresh food for everyone each day.”
Grateful for their thoughtfulness, you express your appreciation with a warm smile. “That’s incredibly kind of them. I’ll make sure to thank them when I have the chance.”
Levi nonchalantly adds, “The Braus family has a whole bunch of adopted kids of different species, so they probably just had a spare chair lying around.”
“It’s still nice that Sasha thought of me, even if I ended up making her sick,” you note with a touch of remorse. Curiosity piques once again, and you ask Levi, “Do you have a last name?”
Levi shrugs casually, his expression unchanged. “Not that I know of.” Tugging at your arm, he urges you up with a soft clasp, “Come on, I don't have long before I have to leave.”
Following Levi out of the bedroom, you take in the layout of the home, which consists of two main rooms. The front room has an open floor plan, with a kitchen, a dining room table, and a small sitting area. Your attention is drawn to the empty dining room table, a bare square of dark wood with just one solitary chair placed at the far end.
The aroma of sizzling pheasant fills the air as you admire the cooking taking place on the wood stove. "Thank you for preparing breakfast," you express your gratitude to Levi.
Levi nods with a hint of optimism. "Hopefully, Miche will have some luck catching chickens this year. Fresh eggs would be a great addition."
Settling down at the small table, the two of you enjoy your meal slowly. The cozy atmosphere is enhanced by the gentle filtering of light, creating a warm and comforting scene.
Time passes swiftly, and reluctantly, Levi has to depart. He presses a quick kiss to your lips before disappearing through the door, leaving behind a sweet memory of his presence.
Feeling utterly exhausted, you make your way back to the bedroom, finding solace in the embrace of the oversized mattress. It engulfs you, and beneath the comforting blankets, you feel both cozy and embraced. The lingering scent of him permeates the bedding, a reminder of his presence despite his absence for several months. Soaking in the familiar scent, you snuggle in further, quickly falling back asleep.
In the gentle warmth of the sunlight, you drift in and out of consciousness, dozing softly. However, the abrupt sound of knuckles rapping on hardwood startles you awake, jolting you back to the realm of awareness.
“Levi?” you hear someone call from the other room, accompanied by the sound of the front door pushing open.
You quickly rise, suddenly wide awake. Peeking your head out of the bedroom, you cautiously greet the guest. “H-hello? Who’s there?”
Startled by your unexpected presence, the blonde man's jaw drops and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. His sun-kissed skin and scales the shade of rushing water, along with his well-built physique and adorned with thick gold jewelry, make for an impressive sight. He seems taken aback by your appearance, stuck still in the center of the main room.
Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you greet him again, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. "Hello, I'm sorry if I startled you. Is there something I can help you with?"
“Hello! Forgive me, I didn't really believe it when Hange told me about you.” Erwin greets you with a charming smile. “Apologies for entering unannounced.”
“No worries, it’s quite alright.” You feel a tinge of self-consciousness, realizing that your appearance might be disheveled after waking up. Nevertheless, you try to maintain a composed demeanor.
Based on the information you gathered from Levi’s vague descriptions, you hazard a guess. “You must be Erwin?” you inquire, hoping your assumption is correct.
“Yes, It's great to meet you,” he confirms. “It's been a long time since I've met a human.”
“It’s great to meet you too, Erwin,” you reply, relieved that your guess was correct. You can’t help but be intrigued by his comment about it being a long time since he met a human. “Oh! You're a guest! I should offer you a drink!”
You find yourself momentarily flustered, realizing you’re unfamiliar with the kitchen layout beyond the few plates used during breakfast. However, before you can voice your confusion, Erwin comes to your rescue.
“I can teach you how to make tea the way Levi likes,” he offers. “It’s the least I can do. I heard from the grapevine that you saved my friend’s life.”
Grateful for his willingness to help and touched by his gratitude, you nod appreciatively. “That would be wonderful.” Staring at the wall of cupboards, you quickly realize that you don't know where anything is beside the few plates you'd used during breakfast.
You follow Erwin into the kitchen, observing his movements as he retrieves a shiny metal kettle from a shelf above the stove. He fills it with water from the pump before skillfully rekindling the fire in the stove.
Your attention is momentarily drawn to the fact that Erwin has only one arm, but you quickly remind yourself to maintain eye contact, focusing on his face rather than staring.
Erwin reaches up to the top right cupboard and retrieves a small metal tin, extending it toward you. You accept it eagerly, feeling a sense of anticipation. Opening the tin, the rich aroma of dried tea leaves wafts up, enveloping your senses with an earthy fragrance.
As you take in the scent of the tea leaves, you can't help but voice your curiosity to Erwin. "Why doesn't Levi take any of this with him?" you inquire, gesturing to the kitchen and the comforts it offers.
Erwin's expression turns grim, and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts before responding. "I've always had the thought that Levi's winters are a form of self-punishment," he explains. "That he isolates himself away from all of life's pleasures out of a sense of guilt, whether he knows it or not. I'm not sure if he told you about-” Lips thinning, Erwin's words trail off.
His words strike a chord, and you can't help but feel a mix of empathy and concern for Levi. It seems there's more to his solitary nature during the winters than meets the eye.
As you reflect on Levi's austere living conditions during the winter, with his bare little cave and untouched books, you realize that he could have brought some form of entertainment or additional comforts with him. However, as Erwin's explanation resonates with you, you find yourself agreeing with his assessment. "That makes sense," you acknowledge, understanding that Levi's self-imposed isolation may stem from a deeper sense of guilt and self-punishment. “And he did tell me about.. what happened.”
It's a bittersweet realization, as you recognize the sacrifices Levi makes, but it also fuels your desire to bring him moments of joy and comfort during his winters, even if in small ways.
“I hope that things will be different from now on,” Erwin hums in response. The kettle whistles loudly, blowing out a strong billow of steam with a sharp sound. Moving the kettle to the side, Erwin quickly shows you where Levi keeps a surprisingly large collection of ceramic teacups.
“They will be,” you affirm confidently. Erwin’s wide smile in response reflects his shared optimism.
“Levi likes two scoops of the leaves,” Erwin tells you, as he adds the measured amount into the kettle. As he prepares the tea, you can’t help but notice the stump of his right arm, a visible reminder of past struggles and sacrifices. “Let them steep for two minutes before pouring it into the cups through the filter. He has sugar, but he doesn't use it.”
While he teaches you, his ocean blue eyes flick between his work and your face, catching your wandering gaze. Erwin’s perceptive nature picks up on your curiosity, and he addresses it with wisdom and openness. “You can ask,” he says, his voice carrying a tone of understanding. “I promise that I won’t be offended.”
Taking a moment to gather your thoughts, you appreciate his openness and decide to inquire respectfully, “What happened to your arm, if you don’t mind me asking?”
As Erwin slides over to the table, settling in a curled-up position next to the hard wood surface, you join him, holding your cup of tea. His response to your question takes a surprising turn, as he shares a peculiar fact.
“Did you know that felines are actually toxic?” Erwin begins, his voice filled with intrigue. “Their saliva contains a bacteria that infects birds and mice, usually causing their death.”
You find yourself momentarily taken aback by the unexpected shift in conversation. “And you’re telling me this why?” you ask in confusion.
Erwin maintains his calm demeanor as he explains further, shedding light on the matter. “In much the same way, there are some creatures whose saliva can actually halt our natural healing capabilities,” he elaborates. “It’s as if they are our natural opposites, counteracting our ability to heal.”
Worry suddenly seizes your heart at the thought of Levi possibly being affected by creatures with that healing-inhibiting saliva. He's out there, hunting WildOnes right now. He may be strong and experienced, but the danger strikes fear dead in your heart.
Erwin seems to catch your distress, as he swiftly reassures you, his voice soothing. “Don’t worry,” he says calmly, trying to alleviate your fears. “The creatures I mentioned, despite their saliva hindering our healing, are actually a sentient species, much like us. They’re quite nice, and we even engage in trade with them occasionally. I’ve only encountered one of them who was Wild.”
Erwin’s words bring a sense of relief, as you realize that these creatures are not a direct threat to Levi or others. You take a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of tranquility as you continue to enjoy your cup of tea in Erwin’s presence.
“This is good,” you remark, taking another sip of the aromatic brew. “Though it’s maybe a bit too bitter.”
Erwin’s smile widens, acknowledging your comment. “I’m sure Levi will be pleased when you make it for him,” he remarks playfully. “Although, he’ll probably find something to complain about, saying you made it wrong no matter what.”
A soft laugh escapes your lips, the sound carrying a warmth of familiarity. “Yeah, he will,” you agree, a fondness evident in your voice. “Levi mentioned that you've wanted to reach out to nearby humans.”
“Yes,” Erwin says. “He's fought me on it so many times over the years that I've more or less given up on the thought. Perhaps, now that you're here, things have changed.”
“I think it's a bad idea,” you tell him honestly. Surprise floods his face as you explain the reason you first found yourself in The Maw. “My village is corrupt. The village heads are killing anyone too curious and blaming it on the magical creatures in The Maw. They wouldn't welcome any trade earnestly.”
Erwin’s expression shifts to one of concern as he absorbs the gravity of the situation. “They would probably just take advantage of us?” he asks, seeking confirmation.
“They absolutely would,” you affirm resolutely. “The village heads are ruthless, and they have shown no regard for innocent lives. Children. They mostly kill children. We can’t just stand by. We have to do something.”
Your words convey a sense of urgency and determination, compelling Erwin to consider the dire circumstances and the need for action. He nods, his eyes reflecting a shared resolve.
“You’re right,” Erwin agrees, his voice filled with determination. “We cannot allow such injustice to continue.” He thinks quickly, you can clearly see the gears turning behind his eyes. “However, I'm not sure it would be a good idea for us to reach out and try to fix the situation. From what you've said, they'd probably only see it as an attack.”
“I’ll discuss it with some of the others,” Erwin continues, his voice thoughtful, “but I think the best we’ll be able to do is increase patrols in the area.”
As Erwin pauses, you seize the opportunity to share your idea. The determination in your voice catches his attention. “About that, I think I have an idea,” you assert, drawing his curiosity.
Erwin leans in, attentive to hear your suggestion. “Please, go on. I’m eager to hear what you have in mind.”
Encouraged by his willingness to listen, you begin to outline your idea, hoping that together you can devise a plan that addresses the corruption, protects the innocent, and brings about the justice that is desperately needed.
After Erwin leaves, you decide to wander and try to find your way to the library. As you wander through the library, the shelves towering with books on various subjects, you come across an intriguing sight. An old, greyish-brown Naga catches your attention. His age is evident in his worn scales and wise eyes. Despite his age, he exudes a jovial and approachable aura.
Next to him, you spot Armin, the familiar face bringing a sense of comfort. He seems deeply engrossed in a book, his mind absorbed in the pages before him.
Curiosity piqued, you approach the pair, a friendly smile gracing your lips. "Hello there," you greet them. "Mind if I join you?"
The older Naga, who introduces himself as Pixis, chuckles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course, my dear. You're more than welcome." His voice carries a soothing tone, inviting you to delve into the world of books.
Armin glances up from his book, his expression lighting up with recognition. "Oh, it's great to see you again," he says, offering a friendly nod. "Feel free to browse through the shelves. If you have any questions or need recommendations, I'll be happy to help."
Grateful for their welcoming presence, you immerse yourself in the library's vast collection. Lost in the pages and surrounded by the accumulated knowledge of countless authors, you relish the tranquility and the opportunity to expand your horizons. Time seems to slip away as you explore the diverse subjects and engage in enlightening conversations with Pixis and Armin, absorbing their insights and perspectives.
As the hours pass, you leave the library with your eyes burning. Continuing your wanderings, the setting sun casts a warm glow upon the rolling grass fields. The tranquil beauty of the evening fills the air, soothing your senses after the hours spent immersed in books.
Passing by a small fenced area, you recognize it as Miche’s home based on Levi’s vague description. The enclosure holds a handful of rabbits, their soft fur catching the golden light as they hop around and nibble on the grass. It’s a peaceful scene, adding a touch of serenity to the surrounding landscape.
Nearby, you spot the Braus’s home, a large dwelling situated at the entrance of the meadow. The presence of towering trees creates a protective canopy, lending a sense of privacy and seclusion. As you approach, the joyful chaos of children’s laughter and playful squabbles fills the air. The Braus family has truly embraced the spirit of adoption, with a diverse mix of children—some Naga, others adorned with feathers or covered in fur—creating a vibrant tapestry of life.
You find Sasha out back, engrossed in her archery practice. The soft thunk of her arrows colliding with the distant target guides you towards the scene. As you approach, she pauses and turns towards you, wearing a curious expression. Calling out your name, she greets you with surprise. “Didn’t expect to see you again so soon!”
Waving shyly, you return her greeting. “Hi Sasha. I just wanted to apologize for yesterday, for making you sick-”
She interrupts you with a dismissive laugh, waving her hand. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I enjoy trying new foods, even if they taste strange. I’ll eat just about anything. It was my own fault.”
You breathe a sigh of relief, grateful for Sasha’s easygoing nature and her understanding response. Gathering your courage, you cautiously express your request. “And your family stopped by this morning and dropped off a chair. That was so kind of you… I’d hate to be a bother, but I wanted to ask you a favor.”
Sasha rests her bow on a portion of her tail, looking curious. “What is it? I’ll be happy to help if I can.”
Feeling a mix of nervousness and determination, you take a deep breath and share your request. “I want you to teach me how to hunt.”
To your utter surprise, Sasha eagerly responds to your request. Her eyes light up, and a wide grin spreads across her face. She practically bounces with excitement. "Teach you how to hunt? That sounds amazing! I'd be more than happy to show you the ropes!"
Her enthusiasm is contagious, and you find yourself growing more excited about the idea. It seems that she's more than willing to take you under her wing.
Filled with determination, you’re ready to embrace the challenges ahead, working towards being an indispensable member of the community while supporting Levi in any way you can.
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