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Letting Go (Levi x Reader Oneshot)

Levi Ackerman is known for his unshakable discipline, always in control, never letting his guard down—until tonight. What begins as a stolen moment on a hidden beach in Marley turns into something far more intimate, as Levi finds himself vulnerable in ways he never thought possible. With you, he's faced with a new kind of battle—one between his iron will and his desire to finally let go. In the quiet of the night, you guide him through an experience he's never had, helping him understand that losing control doesn't mean losing himself.

18 + Only | Minors Do Not Interact

It was a quiet night in Marley, a silence that hung heavy with the tension of a looming storm. The Azumabito estate was shadowed under the dark clouds that rolled in, the ocean breeze sending a chill through the night air. You stood by the window, the dim light of the moon casting a faint glow over the hidden beach below. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was faint but rhythmic, like a lullaby carried by the wind.

Your squad had been undercover for weeks now. The Assassination Squad—your elite squad— along with Levi’s Special Operations Squad were specifically assigned to handle delicate operations like this. And yet, for all the precision and skill you had developed over the years, nights like this made it hard to sit still. You were restless. It wasn’t the mission or the danger that kept you awake. It was him.

Captain Levi Ackerman.

Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. The stoic, disciplined captain of the Special Operations Squad. His very presence exuded control, an iron will that seemed unbreakable. But you had seen cracks in that steely exterior. You had noticed the subtle glances, the way his eyes would linger on you just a second too long during training or briefings. There was chemistry between you—an unspoken pull neither of you would acknowledge. He was as untouchable as he was guarded, yet you couldn't resist pushing those boundaries every chance you got.

You glanced over your shoulder, your gaze settling on Levi as he stood near the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. His sharp eyes were scanning the room, ever watchful, ever vigilant. The others were asleep, but Levi—Levi never slept during missions.

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips.

“Captain,” you called softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The sound of your voice broke the silence, making him turn his attention toward you. His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable.

“What is it?” His tone was flat, disinterested, but you could hear the subtle edge of curiosity beneath it.

You turned fully toward him, taking a few quiet steps closer. The silk of your cloak shifted with each movement, the light fabric brushing against your skin. “You’re always so serious,” you said, teasing him. “Don’t you ever just… let go? Do something spontaneous?”

Levi’s brow furrowed in response, his arms still crossed as he regarded you with that intense gaze of his. “We’re on a mission,” he replied, his voice stern. “There’s no time for foolishness.”

You shrugged, undeterred. “What if I told you there’s a hidden beach just beyond that cliffside? We’re right on the coast, and nobody would notice if we snuck out for a little while.”

His expression hardened, and you could almost hear the disapproval in his silence. “Tch. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Oh, come on,” you pressed, stepping even closer now, your voice dropping to a whisper that only he could hear. “Just for a few minutes. What’s the harm?”

Levi’s jaw clenched, but you could see the internal struggle behind his cold exterior. You had a way of getting under his skin, and you knew it. It was a game you had played since the day you joined the Scouts. You knew how to push his buttons, how to tease him just enough to break through that impenetrable wall of discipline he kept up at all times.

Levi sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “If anyone notices—”

“No one will notice,” you interrupted, your smile widening. “It’ll just be you and me, Captain.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. His eyes searched yours, as if he was weighing the risks. Finally, with another resigned sigh, he relented. “Fine. But we’re only going down to the beach, and we’re not staying long.”

You beamed at him, excitement bubbling up in your chest. “Deal.”

Within minutes, the two of you had quietly slipped out of the estate, careful not to wake the others. The hidden path down to the beach was narrow, winding between jagged rocks and overgrown brush, but the sound of the ocean grew louder as you descended. The cool night air whipped around you, carrying the scent of saltwater.

When you finally reached the beach, the sight of the ocean stretched out before you like a dark, endless void. The waves shimmered faintly under the moonlight, casting a silvery hue across the sand. You pulled off your boots, letting the cool grains slip between your toes as you wandered closer to the shore.

Levi followed you, his steps measured and cautious, even in this moment of stolen freedom. You turned back to face him, your eyes gleaming with the thrill of the night. He was standing a few paces away, his expression as unreadable as ever, but you could see the faintest trace of curiosity in his eyes.

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” you asked, stretching your arms out toward the sea, as if you could embrace the entire ocean. “The ocean breeze, the quiet… For once, we’re not surrounded by Titans or soldiers. It’s just us.”

Levi remained silent for a moment, his eyes drifting toward the horizon. “It’s quiet,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.

You stepped closer to him, your bare feet making no sound in the sand. “You should enjoy it, Captain,” you whispered, your voice low and coaxing. “Let go… just for tonight.”

He turned his gaze toward you, his gray eyes locking with yours. There was a flicker of something in them—something you had never seen before. Hesitation? Longing? You couldn’t quite place it, but you knew that he was fighting an internal battle, one that had been building for a long time.

You took another step closer, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt the tension between you grow stronger. Your fingers brushed against his hand, and to your surprise, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he stood still, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Just for tonight,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The sound of the ocean faded into the background, and all you could hear was the quiet pounding of your heart. Slowly, you leaned in, your lips hovering just inches from his. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension that had been simmering between you for so long reaching its peak.

But just as your lips were about to meet, Levi pulled back, his breath ragged as he shook his head. “No,” he muttered, his voice strained. “We can’t.”

Your heart sank, but you could see the conflict in his eyes—the desire he was struggling to suppress. His discipline, his control, it was ironclad, but even Levi Ackerman wasn’t immune to the pull between you.

“Why not?” you asked softly, your fingers still brushing against his. “What are you afraid of?”

Levi’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t respond. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper. “Because if we start this… we won’t stop.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, the weight of his admission hanging in the air between you. He was right—if you crossed this line, there would be no going back. But the desire burning between you was undeniable, and you weren’t going to let him retreat into his shell again.

“Maybe that’s exactly what we need,” you said, your voice bold, daring. “To stop holding back. To just… let go.”

Levi’s gaze darkened, and for the first time, you saw his iron will falter. He took a step closer, his hand gently brushing against your cheek. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, his voice rough with emotion.

You smiled, leaning into his touch. “Then burn with me.”

And with that, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that was as fierce as the storm brewing in the distance.

The kiss ignited something in both of you, a release of all the tension that had built over time—every stolen glance, every fleeting touch, every unspoken word. Levi’s lips were rough but desperate, moving against yours as if the restraint that had kept him on a tight leash had finally snapped. His hands slid up to your face, holding you with a gentleness that stood in stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging between you.

You pressed yourself closer to him, your heart racing as the taste of salt from the sea mingled with the heat of the kiss. His grip tightened slightly, pulling you into him as the world around you faded away. There was no mission, no looming danger, no war. It was just you and him, here in this stolen moment on the hidden beach.

Levi pulled back, just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was heavy, his eyes half-lidded but burning with an intensity you had never seen before. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered, his voice rough and low.

You smiled softly, still catching your own breath. "You can let go, just this once. You don't always have to be in control."

His eyes flickered with conflict, but before he could respond, you brought your hands up to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down into another kiss. This time, it was slower, deeper. His hesitation began to melt away with each passing second, his lips moving against yours with a newfound urgency.

Levi, always so composed, so controlled, was unraveling right in front of you. His iron discipline was slipping as he gave into the moment. His hands, once tentative, now explored your waist, pulling you closer as if afraid that letting go would mean losing you. The warmth of his touch, the feel of his body so close to yours—it sent shivers down your spine.

As you both stood there on the edge of the sea, the waves lapping at the shore behind you, Levi’s control faltered completely. His lips left yours, trailing down the line of your jaw to your neck, leaving a burning path in their wake. His breath was hot against your skin, and a soft gasp escaped your lips as his grip on your waist tightened.

“Levi…” you breathed, your voice barely audible above the sound of the crashing waves.

He froze for a second, his name on your lips grounding him. His forehead pressed against the crook of your neck, and for a moment, he just stood there, holding you. You could feel the tension in his body, the internal battle he was fighting. He was always carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, never allowing himself to truly let go. But here, in this moment, you could feel him begin to falter.

“You don’t have to hold back,” you whispered, your hands gently running through his hair. “Not with me.”

Levi lifted his head slightly, his gray eyes locking onto yours. There was a vulnerability there, something raw and unguarded. His breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling against yours, and for the first time, you saw the man behind the soldier. The man who had been through so much, who had seen more death and destruction than anyone should have to bear, and who had locked himself away behind walls of steel.

“I don’t…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how.”

You smiled gently, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “Then let me show you.”

Before he could say another word, you closed the distance between you again, capturing his lips in another kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Levi responded immediately, his hands roaming your body with a hunger that surprised even him. It was as if every pent-up emotion, every suppressed desire, was being unleashed all at once.

He was gentle but desperate, his touch burning through your skin, his lips demanding against yours. Your hands wandered across his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his shirt, and a shiver ran down your spine. It was easy to forget that beneath all his discipline and stoicism, Levi Ackerman was still a man, still human.

The kiss deepened, and you felt Levi’s body press against yours with a need that sent your pulse racing. Your back met the soft sand as Levi gently lowered you down, his weight hovering over you, careful not to crush you. The world felt like it was spinning, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the scent of the ocean, the taste of salt and skin.

Levi pulled back just enough to look down at you, his expression intense, his breathing ragged. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin, as if he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“I…” He struggled for words, his voice strained. “I’ve never…”

You smiled softly, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I know,” you whispered. “It’s okay.”

For the first time, you saw a flicker of uncertainty in Levi’s eyes, a vulnerability that he rarely let anyone see. But instead of pushing him, you gave him space to breathe, your touch gentle, your movements slow and deliberate.

Levi’s lips found yours again, softer this time, less frantic, but no less passionate. His hands moved with more confidence now, tracing the curve of your waist, the shape of your hips. He wasn’t holding back anymore. He was letting go, just as you had asked.

And for a brief moment, in the quiet embrace of the night, Levi Ackerman wasn’t Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. He wasn’t the stoic captain or the ruthless warrior. He was simply a man, and you were the only person who had ever seen him like this.

The storm that had been building on the horizon finally broke, the distant rumble of thunder echoing across the beach. But neither of you noticed. The world could crumble around you, and it wouldn’t matter.

Because, for once, Levi was letting go.

As the storm’s distant rumble echoed across the beach, the tension between you and him completely melted away, replaced with something raw and electric. His lips, once hesitant, now pressed against yours with fervor, his body no longer holding back. It was as if every wall Levi had built around himself had crumbled in your arms. The feel of his hands, strong yet trembling, sent shivers down your spine. The kiss deepened, his fingers threading through your hair as the soft sand shifted beneath you. Levi groaned softly against your mouth, a sound that sent a surge of heat through you.

Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and you could tell he was holding himself back, unsure, yet desperate for more. Levi, always in control, always calculating, was at the edge of losing himself. You pulled back slightly, your lips hovering over his, your breath warm against his skin.

“Levi,” you whispered, your voice laced with desire and affection, “let me take care of you tonight.”

His sharp, storm-gray eyes met yours, wide with uncertainty. His breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling against yours as he tried to catch his breath. “I… I don’t know how to… I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, his voice low and strained.

You smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his skin. “That’s okay,” you said, your voice soothing. “You don’t have to do anything. Just… let go.”

Levi’s brows furrowed slightly, still caught between his iron discipline and the pull of his desire for you. He was always the one in control, always the one leading. Letting someone else take the reins was foreign to him, but the temptation of your touch, your words, was impossible to resist.

“Trust me,” you murmured, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

With one last lingering kiss, you both stood up, still breathless. The ocean breeze cooled your flushed skin as you silently made your way back to the estate, the night air filled with the distant sound of the waves and the occasional rumble of thunder. When you reached the estate, you quietly snuck in through a side entrance, careful not to wake the others. The halls were empty, dimly lit by the faint moonlight streaming through the windows.

You led Levi to your room, his hand firmly grasped in yours. The moment you closed the door behind you, the tension between you both snapped like a taut string. Levi barely had time to process the situation before you were on him again, your lips crashing into his with the same intensity as before, your body pressed against his. His hands were at your waist, gripping you tightly, but he still seemed unsure, almost as if he was afraid to lose control.

You pulled back, your lips ghosting over his ear as you whispered, “You don’t have to hold back tonight, Levi. Let me take the lead.”

He swallowed hard, his breath shaky as he nodded slightly, his eyes searching yours. You gave him a soft, reassuring smile before your hands roamed over his chest through his shirt. Levi’s breath hitched as you felt the toned muscles of his chest and stomach. You took a moment to admire him the sturdiness of him, your fingers lightly tracing the lines of his shirt, aching to feel more but knowing you needed to take things slowly with him. His skin was warm under your touch, and the tension in his muscles was palpable.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” you whispered, your voice dripping with affection and desire.

Levi’s eyes widened slightly at your words, a faint flush rising to his cheeks. He wasn’t used to being complimented, especially not like this. “Tch, don’t be ridiculous,” he muttered, his voice gruff, though there was no bite to it.

You smirked, leaning in to kiss his neck, your lips trailing down to his collarbone. “It’s true,” you murmured between kisses. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.”

Levi let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as your lips continued their slow, deliberate assault on his skin. You could feel the way his body tensed beneath your touch, how his resolve was starting to crumble. He had spent so long being in control, always keeping his emotions in check, but tonight, you were determined to show him what it felt like to let go.

His eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to hold on to the last vestiges of his control.

“Relax, Captain,” you whispered, your voice sultry, teasing. “I’ve got you.”

You slowly slip off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor without breaking eye contact. His sharp gaze followed the motion, but he didn’t say anything, his jaw tightening as his fingers twitched by his sides. You noticed the slight shift in his breathing, the way his chest rose and fell a little quicker as you began to undo the buttons on your shirt.

When you let the fabric fall away, revealing the smooth curves of your skin, Levi’s breath hitched audibly. His eyes widened just slightly, betraying the stoic mask he wore so well. His gaze lingered on your breasts, then your thighs, his usually composed features cracking for a brief moment of awe. The flicker of emotion in his eyes was unmistakable, but just as quickly, Levi tore his gaze away, his ears burning red as he tried to regain his composure.

You couldn’t help but smile softly, watching him struggle. “Levi,” you called his name gently, stepping closer. His eyes snapped back to yours, and you saw the embarrassment in them, as though he had been caught doing something wrong.

“Tch…” He muttered, clearly flustered. “Stop staring at me like that.”

You chuckled softly, enjoying how vulnerable he looked. “You were the one staring,” you teased, stepping even closer until your body was just inches from his. His eyes dropped to your chest again, only for a second, but it was enough for you to notice.

Levi swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly, but when your hands reached for his shirt, he froze. His entire body tensed as you began to undo the buttons, your fingers moving carefully over his chest. His skin felt warm under your touch, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart through the thin fabric.

He avoided your gaze, his lips pressed into a tight line as you peeled the shirt off his shoulders, leaving his chest bare. You could see the tension in his muscles, the way his breath hitched slightly as your hands moved to his waistband. Levi wasn’t used to this—he wasn’t used to someone else taking the lead, and the vulnerability of the moment was palpable.

When you knelt down in front of him to finish undressing him, Levi’s breath stuttered, and his hands twitched at his sides, as if he didn’t know what to do with them. He looked down at you, his eyes wide and uncertain, as if he wasn’t quite sure what was happening. For all of his strength and confidence on the battlefield, here, in this moment, Levi was shy.

“You okay?” you asked softly, your voice gentle as you looked up at him. He was completely naked now.

Levi’s eyes flicked away, his jaw tight. “I… yeah,” he muttered, though the hesitation in his voice betrayed him.

For the first time, you saw him without the armor of his uniform, without the stoic mask that he wore so often. Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze swept over him, drinking in the sight of Levi Ackerman—bare, vulnerable, and entirely real.

His body was lean but sculpted, muscles honed from years of battle, each line defined and purposeful. His skin was marred with the faintest traces of scars, the silent history of the wars he had fought, and survived. His chest rose and fell with quiet, controlled breaths, though you could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he was not as composed as he wanted to appear.

Your eyes trailed down to his toned abdomen, the faint ripple of muscle there catching the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. His torso tapered down to narrow hips, the sharp lines of his pelvis only accentuating his lean frame. He was all strength and precision, yet somehow delicate in this vulnerable state. His hardened length was standing firm at attention–his arousal for you evident, much to Levi’s embarrassment.

His arms hung by his sides, his hands flexing slightly as though unsure what to do with them. You noticed how his knuckles were pale from gripping the fabric of his pants just moments ago, and now, as he stood bare before you, his fingers twitched with a nervous energy. His usual stoicism had cracks in it now, uncertainty flickering in his storm-gray eyes as he caught you staring.

“Stop staring,” he muttered, his voice gruff but quieter than usual, betraying a slight hint of embarrassment.

But you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t look away from him. There was something breathtaking about seeing him like this—without the hard edges, without the barriers. He was always so composed, so untouchable, yet here, in this moment, he was entirely yours to behold.

“You’re perfect,” you said softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Levi’s brows furrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he averted his gaze. A faint blush dusted his cheeks, creeping up to his ears, and it took you a second to realize that Levi Ackerman—the strongest soldier—was shy. He shifted uncomfortably, as if unsure of how to stand or where to look, the vulnerability of the moment not lost on him.

“Tch, don’t say stupid things,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual sharpness. It was softer, almost as though he didn’t believe what you said but didn’t mind hearing it.

You stepped closer, reaching out to gently brush your fingertips against his arm, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. He flinched slightly at the touch, not because he didn’t want it, but because he wasn’t used to it. Not like this.

“I mean it,” you whispered, your eyes tracing over the planes of his chest, down to the dip of his waist. “You’re perfect, Levi.”

He let out a breath, a soft, almost inaudible exhale, as though the weight of your words finally settled over him. His eyes flicked back to yours, and for a moment, he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The vulnerability in his gaze, the slight hesitation in his movements—it all spoke volumes.

And in that moment, standing before you, Levi Ackerman wasn’t just Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. He was a man, stripped bare in more ways than one, allowing you to see the side of him that no one else ever had.

You smiled up at him, your hands brushing lightly against his thighs as you gently guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white, and his breathing grew uneven as you began to explore him, your touch slow and deliberate.

You wrapped a delicate hand around his member and slowly stroked him up and down, glancing up at him through your lashes to gauge his reaction. He tensed as soon as you touched him and immediately gasped. Taking that as a good sign, you decided to speed up your ministrations until Levi was squirming. Every little sound he made, every sharp inhale or quiet groan, told you that you were driving him closer to the edge. His usually stoic expression was completely gone, replaced by the look of a man who was losing control of himself for the first time.

When you finally took him into your mouth, Levi gasped, his body jerking involuntarily as his hand instinctively found your hair. You swirled your tongue around his tip before hollowing your cheeks and sucking him tightly. You took him all the way till you felt him hit the back of his throat and you heard a soft whimper from Levi. He gripped your hair tightly, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he fought to hold on. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face flushed, and you could tell he was already struggling to maintain control.

“Shit…” Levi’s voice was rough, barely above a whisper, and his hand tightened in your hair as you continued. His body trembled, his hips moving slightly in time with you, but it wasn’t long before you felt him tense up even more, his breath coming in short, erratic gasps.

“Wait… I—” He tried to warn you, but it was too late. Levi’s entire body shuddered as involuntarily shot his seed down your throat, a deep groan escaping his lips as he came, his grip on you almost painfully tight.

For a moment, the silence between you was almost deafening. Levi’s lips parted as if to say something, but the words didn’t come. His expression shifted quickly, from pleasure to something closer to embarrassment. His brow furrowed, and you could see the frustration creeping in. He turned his head slightly, as if ashamed to meet your gaze.

“I… I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Levi muttered, his voice low and gruff, but there was an undeniable edge of uncertainty there. He was still breathing hard, his hands now gripping the sheets beneath him as though he couldn’t quite believe what had just occurred.

You could tell that Levi, for all his skill in battle and composure in life, wasn’t used to being in situations like this. Vulnerable, open, and without control—he wasn’t prepared for how quickly everything had unraveled. The weight of his embarrassment was heavy, written all over his face.

“Hey…” you whispered, your voice soft and reassuring as you moved closer to him. You could see the tension in his body, the way his jaw clenched as he tried to avoid looking at you. Gently, you reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “It’s okay.”

Levi stiffened at your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours for just a second before flickering away again. His hands twitched by his sides, his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets harder. “It’s not…” he began, but his voice faltered. His brows knitted together in frustration, and his usual sharpness was replaced by something softer—something unsure. “I don’t… I didn’t expect—”

You could see him struggling to find the right words, and it only made him more flustered. Levi wasn’t used to losing control, not in battle and certainly not in moments like this. It was clear that he felt embarrassed, maybe even ashamed, but you weren’t going to let him feel that way—not with you.

“Levi,” you whispered, leaning in closer, your hand still resting gently on his chest. “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He let out a low, frustrated sigh, his hand coming up to brush through his hair, clearly at a loss. “I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He finally looked at you again, and you could see the uncertainty in his eyes—the vulnerability he rarely showed. “I wasn’t ready.”

You smiled softly, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his chest, trying to ease the tension you could feel radiating off of him. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you said, your voice soothing. “You were just… in the moment.”

Levi let out a quiet scoff, his face still flushed with embarrassment. “Tch. In the moment,” he muttered, clearly still irritated with himself. But even through his frustration, there was something softer underneath, a vulnerability that told you this was unfamiliar territory for him.

“You’ve been holding back for so long,” you said softly, your hand moving to gently cup his cheek. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and this time, he didn’t look away. “It’s not a bad thing to finally let go.”

Levi stared at you for a long moment, his breath still coming in shallow bursts. He seemed to relax slightly, though the tension in his body hadn’t completely disappeared. “I don’t know how to… do this,” he admitted quietly, his voice so low you almost didn’t hear him.

You smiled gently, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “That’s okay,” you said, your tone soft and full of affection. “We don’t have to rush. We have all the time in the world.”

Levi let out a slow, shaky breath, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find reassurance. His hand, still trembling slightly, came up to cover yours on his cheek. For the first time since the moment began, he seemed to relax a little more, his body slowly releasing some of the tension.

“Just… don’t think too much about it,” you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’ve done more than enough, Levi. You’re perfect as you are.”

He didn’t respond immediately, but the way he held onto your hand told you everything you needed to know. Despite his embarrassment, despite his frustration with himself, Levi was letting go—if only for a moment—and that was all that mattered.

He glanced at you, his sharp gray eyes softened by your gaze and for a second, his usual stoicism flickered. Levi was never one to let his emotions show, but now, with the barrier between you both shattered, he seemed different—unsure, vulnerable.

You smiled softly, your hand moving to rest over his, guiding it upward, toward your chest. His eyes widened slightly, and you could feel the hesitation in his movements as his fingers brushed against the soft curve of your breast. He paused, as if unsure if he should continue, his gaze searching yours for permission.

“You can touch me, Levi,” you whispered, your voice gentle, filled with encouragement. “It’s okay.”

Levi swallowed hard, his breath hitching as his hand gently cupped your breast, his thumb brushing over your skin with a hesitant reverence that surprised you. His touch was soft, almost cautious, as though he was afraid of doing something wrong. But the moment his fingers made contact, you felt the tension in him shift, the vulnerability replaced with something more primal—something deeper.

His eyes darkened, his body reacting to the intimacy of the moment in ways that even he couldn’t control. His breath quickened again, and you could feel the subtle shift in his body as he started to respond, the growing heat between you unmistakable. Levi was clearly trying to hold back, unsure of how to navigate the intensity of his feelings, but the way his hand lingered on your skin told you that he was being pulled under by the desire he had kept buried for so long.

"You're driving me insane," he muttered, his voice rough, barely above a whisper, as he focused entirely on the sensation of your body beneath his touch. His hand trembled slightly, his control slipping once again, and the shift in him was palpable.

The desire between you reignited, stronger than before, and you couldn’t help but notice how his body responded. Levi’s jaw clenched, his breath becoming heavier, and when you shifted slightly against him, you could feel just how much the moment was affecting him. He was hard again, the tension and need that had briefly subsided now returning with a force that seemed to surprise even him.

Levi’s hand stilled on your breast, his eyes closing for a moment as he fought to regain control, but you could see the struggle in him—the desire to let go warring with his instinct to maintain composure.

"You don’t have to hold back," you whispered, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, feeling the way his pulse raced beneath your touch. "It’s just us. No need to be in control."

Levi opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto yours with a mix of need and uncertainty. He was clearly torn, still unsure of how to handle the intensity of the moment, but the look in his eyes told you everything—he didn’t want to stop.

For a moment, he said nothing, but his body betrayed him. His grip on you tightened slightly, his breath hitching as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "I’ve never felt like this before."

You smiled softly, your fingers gently trailing down his chest as you whispered back, "Then let’s explore it together."

And in that instant, you could feel Levi’s last walls begin to crumble, his hand moving more confidently now as the tension between you both reached its peak once again. The vulnerability and connection you shared in that moment were undeniable, and Levi, for the first time, was letting himself feel it all.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, and Levi’s eyes widened as you lined yourself up with him. His hands shot to your waist, gripping you tightly, his breath shaky as he tried to steady himself.

“You don’t have to—”

But you cut him off with a soft smile, your voice low and teasing as you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I want to, Captain. I want to see you lose control again.”

Levi groaned softly, his fingers digging into your hips as you slowly sank down onto him, inch by inch. His entire body tensed beneath you, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he fought to keep himself together. But the moment you took him in fully, he let out a low, guttural groan, his grip on your hips tightening even more.

“Fuck…” Levi muttered under his breath, his voice strained. It took everything in him not to come right then and there, his entire body trembling as he fought to hold on.

You began to move, slowly at first, your hips rolling in a way that made Levi’s breath hitch. He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw clenched tight as he struggled to keep himself together, but you could feel how close he was, how desperately he was trying to hold back.

“You feel so good,” you whispered, your voice dripping with seduction as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “I love watching you like this… watching you lose control.”

Levi groaned in response, his hands flexing on your waist as his breath came in ragged bursts. You picked up the pace, your movements slow but deliberate, teasing him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “I want you to come for me, Levi. Don’t hold back. Let go.”

"I can’t... I can’t—" Levi's voice faltered, his body tensing beneath you as his breath hitched, his head tipping back against the pillow.

"Yes, you can," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to give in. Let it happen, Levi. Let me hear you."

Your words seemed to break whatever restraint he had left. With a final, deep groan, Levi’s body tensed completely, his grip on you tightening to the point where you were sure he’d leave marks. His breathing grew ragged, shallow gasps escaping his lips as he finally surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure and began to buck his hips up into you.

"That's it," you murmured, guiding him through it with your words, your voice laced with affection and desire. "You're doing so well. I want you to feel all of it."

Levi’s body jerked beneath you, his eyes squeezing shut as the intensity of the moment overtook him. He couldn’t control the way his hips were shooting up into your hot core, desperate for his release. His breath came in short, desperate gasps, his usually sharp mind clouded with pleasure as his body gave in completely.

The world seemed to blur around him—his breath hitched, his chest heaved, and he felt as if his body had ignited in a way he’d never experienced before. His vision went white, the pleasure almost overwhelming as you continued to talk him through it.

“Levi… you feel so good,” you whispered in his ear, your words a soft encouragement, keeping him grounded as he gasped for breath. “I want you to remember this night.”

Levi’s breath hitched, his grip on you tightening as you continued to move, faster now, your hips rolling in a rhythm that had him on the brink of losing himself completely. His body trembled beneath yours, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he struggled to hold on, but it was no use.

With a sharp, ragged groan, Levi came again, his body shaking violently as he lost control. His hands gripped your hips so tightly it almost hurt, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts as his release hit him harder than before.

He was trembling beneath you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his body tensed with overwhelming sensation. His hands gripped your hips so tightly that you could feel the indent of his fingers, their strength betraying the iron discipline he usually held. His face was flushed, and his normally sharp eyes were wide and unfocused, lost in the intensity of the moment.

His breath hitched, and he squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the newness of it all. Levi had faced countless battles, stared death in the face time and time again, but this—this feeling coursing through him—was something entirely different. His senses were overloaded, the heat of your body pressed against him, the way you moved, and the sound of your voice sending him spiraling further into a state of vulnerability he wasn’t used to.

You leaned in close, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered soft, sultry words. "You feel so good, Levi." Your voice was like a lifeline, pulling him deeper into the experience, and he clung to every word.

Levi gasped, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook him, white spots clouding his vision. His hands moved from your hips to your waist, then lower, gripping the soft curve of your thighs as if grounding himself in the reality of the moment. His breathing was uneven, and for once, Levi Ackerman—the ever-composed captain—was completely undone.

“I… I can’t—” Levi tried to speak, but his words faltered as the pleasure overwhelmed him. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, every muscle in his body tense as he continued to shoot his seed inside you. You could feel him filling you up, his body trembling as he lost all control.

"That's it," you murmured, your voice soft and coaxing. "Just let it happen, Levi."

You continued to guide him, your words both reassuring and teasing as you spoke pure adoration and desire into his ear. Levi groaned, his body arching against yours as another release surged through him with a force that left him breathless. His grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your skin, and for a moment, all Levi could do was hold on as he was swept up in the intensity of the moment.

His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, and his normally composed expression was a mix of pleasure and disbelief. He had never felt anything like this before, and it was as though his body was reacting on instinct, surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through him.

As the peak of his orgasm finally washed over him, Levi’s mind struggled to process it all. The warmth of your body, the feel of your skin, the sound of your voice—all of it combined to push him past any boundary he had ever known. You stayed with him through every moment, whispering encouragement as his body trembled beneath yours.

Levi finally opened his eyes, still wide with shock and disbelief, his breath shaky as he tried to catch it. His gaze met yours, and for a brief moment, there was something soft and vulnerable in his expression—something you rarely saw in him. He looked at you as if you were the only person in the world who had ever seen him like this, and in that moment, you realized how much he had been holding back.

"You're... incredible," Levi whispered, his voice rough and filled with emotion. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, and as he tried to regain his composure, he found himself still lost in the sensation of having let go, something he had never done before.

You smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips as you whispered back, "You deserve to feel like this, Levi. I’m happy I got to show you what it's like to lose control, even if it’s just for tonight."

Levi’s hands remained on your hips, his grip softening slightly as he slowly started to come down from the overwhelming high, his heart still pounding in his chest. The vulnerability, the raw emotion, was still there, but this time, Levi didn’t pull away. For once, he allowed himself to be present in the moment—something he hadn’t done in years.

He held you close, his breathing steadying, but the intensity between you was far from over. There was still a fire in Levi’s eyes, still a desire simmering just beneath the surface.

That look in his eyes told you everything—you had taken him somewhere he had never been before, somewhere he had never allowed himself to go.

"Thank you..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible as he caught his breath. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that you had never seen before, a soft gratitude that he didn’t need to voice.

You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, whispering, "You deserved it, Captain."

Levi’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as you both lay in the afterglow, the tension and exhaustion from the night slowly melting away. The storm outside continued its distant rumble, but inside the quiet room, the only sound was the soft breathing of two people who, for the first time, had truly let go.

And you weren’t done with him yet.

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 months ago

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I really can't get this out of my mind: handmaid's tale AU where you're posted in commander Erwin Smith's household and you secretly fuck with his Eye/chauffeur Levi 👀

Pls lemme know if this has already been done I can't-😵‍💫

#been watching that series lately and just #that was the first thought i made #i know it's supposed to be fucked up but IMAGINE #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #erwin smith #erwin smith smut #snk smut #aot smut #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith x you #erwin smith x oc #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x y/n smut #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader

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sixpennydame · 10 months ago

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North Star ✶ Chapter 11

A Levi Ackerman x oc slow burn

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An opportunity arises, that puts tension between you and Levi.

A/N: I found an amazing, detailed map of Marley on Reddit that has helped me view the geography of Marley and its surrounding locations. If you'd like an idea of where Mursa is, it's in the far SW range of mountains.

“Levi…you’re overthinking it. Let go and trust!”

Mathieu sits in a corner of the training barn and watches as Levi and Demon race around the perimeter. He shifts uncomfortably, attempting to wave his arms, which are still in slings on either side of his chest.

“Work with Demon, not against him.”

Levi leans in, pulling the right rein just slightly and attempting to give Demon more control. After finishing a round, he rides toward Mathieu, beads of sweat dotting his forehead despite the cold. He leads Demon to a water trough before getting a drink himself, ignoring the frustrated look on Mathieu’s face.

“You’re still pulling too hard on the reins when you need to make a right turn. I’ve told you to trust Demon to be your sight on your right side.” Mathieu walks toward Demon and attempts to pet him with his bandaged arm. “It’s a partnership, Levi. You can’t be in total control. Give in a little.”

Levi knew this - he’d heard Mathieu yell this at him a hundred times since he’d started training. He knew he needed to trust that Demon knew just the right time to turn, but without his peripheral vision on his right side, he felt too vulnerable.

Kenny had taught Levi to always be aware of everything going on around him: every sound, smell, and movement could be a possible attack. He’s sure that his keen senses are what kept him alive for much of his life; so of all his injuries, the lack of sight in his eye has been the hardest adjustment to make. Lack of depth perception, difficulty in judging accurate distances and tracking object movement - abilities most people take for granted - were now challenges beyond his control that not even his Ackerman blood could remedy.

He sometimes wondered why he was even attempting this in the first place.

But then he remembered: it was a challenge. He knew he wasn’t the man he used to be, but riding made him feel alive and caused all his senses to become alert and focused. When everything clicked with him and Demon, it was like being whole again.

It’s just this damn eye.

But Levi could adjust - he just needed to focus.

Which meant he needed to think less about you. That was the whole point of moving out of your house anyway.

It wasn’t like you were completely out of his life. You come daily to the stables to brush and ride Astrid, and you’re both amicable to each other, talking about the weather and goings-on in Mursa, as if nothing had happened between the two of you.

But something had happened. Levi couldn’t get it out of his mind.

Did you think about it too?

He checks his watch. A creature of habit, he knew you’d be here at the stables any moment now to check on Astrid and make lunch for them; the latter you’d insisted on doing ever since the accident. Of course, neither of the men would argue with that, although they argued with each other about almost everything else.

“Ok old man, enough of your badgering,” Levi says, taking Demon’s reins and leading him out of the barn. “I’m working on it.”

”You better work harder. Your first race is only a few months away,” Mathieu yells to Levi’s back.

——- ✶ ——-

You’re learning to live with it, the solemn silence of the mornings without Levi here. That same empty feeling you’d felt in the previous three years, now creeping its way along the floorboards of the house. It’s been a month now since his departure, and looking back on the night he left, and the kiss that had happened hours before, you felt silly for thinking it was anything other than some fantasy.

Maybe you were meant to be alone, and that was ok. You’d made due before Levi had come into your life and were learning to live with the loneliness. And besides, he was still your friend; that hadn’t changed, thankfully.

But you missed his presence in the house, the conversations shared in the early morning hours when even the sun had not yet risen. It had been mostly you talking, but he was a good listener, someone who looked at you while you were speaking, as if he was weighing every word carefully. On the rare times he did open up, it was like one of those flowers that only blooms every ten years; it felt special and you couldn’t help but listen, enraptured by the stories of his youth and his training for the Survey Corps. You wondered what it must have been like to live the first half of your life underground. And then, to live within the confines of gigantic walls.

When you were young, you often thought of the mountain ranges surrounding Mursa as high, impenetrable walls. You figured most young people felt that way, eager to escape and see more of the world. It was one of the reasons Martin and his younger brother Tomas had joined the military - a bit of freedom and adventure before settling down. But back then, you all knew Tomas would never settle down. He was wild and carefree, an unstoppable force too big for this small town.

Hmmm..

...you hadn’t thought of Tomas in years, not since your return to Mursa after The Rumbling. Although Martin had loved his younger brother with all his heart, they’d never truly gotten along; like two magnets with opposite poles, it was sometimes hard to believe that the two were even related. Tomas had always yearned to travel over the mountains and make his own way in the world, and he had made it clear to everyone that he never planned on returning to Mursa once he left. True to his word, you’ve not heard from him since.

The picture of him and Martin in their Southern Marley military uniforms still stands on the mantle; Martin is smiling, standing proudly in his officer’s uniform, his hand on the shoulder of his brother. Tomas is sitting in a chair, one arm resting on his leg. He’s not smiling, but there’s a fire in his eyes, a look of eagerness. Like so many others around the world, you wonder if he was killed during The Rumbling, or maybe he was living, carefree, in some other part of the world.

Because he was about the same age as you, everyone had expected you and he to be friends; but throughout the years, Tomas had only ever treated you with indifference, even when you and Martin had married. Although the relationship between the two of you had always been spotty, it would be nice to have family here. Someone who remembers how things used to be, even though those days are long gone.

You walk to your bedroom as your focus changes to the picture of you and Martin on the altar near your bed. Tradition dictates that the altar be taken down after the three years of mourning are over, but in the past month, you just haven’t had the will to put it away. You know Martin has moved on, and you should too, but some things are just hard to let go of.

But there’s a tug at your heart, saying today’s the day.

The silver frame feels heavier than you remember. It had been a wedding gift from Martin’s parents, in a time when silver was a less precious and rare resource. Lilies of the valley had been delicately etched into the surface, with the year of your betrothal engraved at the bottom. You look so young in the photo, even though only a little over 5 years have gone by. You gently wrap the frame in a silk scarf Martin had given you once for your birthday and place it in a small wooden box.

The other object on the altar is even harder to put away.

In opposition to the frame, the baby booties are soft and feather-light. You remember sitting in the chair in the corner, easily crocheting them in a day, but being so proud of yourself because they’d been the first thing you’d made for the baby. Other things had come after that: a blanket, a few tiny cardigans and even tinier bonnets. In a fit of grief, you’d burned those things after returning to Mursa three years ago, along with the other things you and Martin had bought for the nursery. It was just too painful to look at.

Looking at the tiny white booties, you regret doing that now.

You place them next to the frame and close the box, then place it in a corner of your closet. In the spring, you’ll bury it next to the large oak tree in the backyard, the one that Martin would always take naps under as a boy, and where you and he would steal kisses behind in your teenage years. Closing your eyes, you can see him now, sleeping under the tree in the heat of midsummer, your child laying on his chest. Peaceful. Content.

The clock chiming for the hour breaks you from your dream. “I need to get to Mathieu’s,” you say to yourself, putting on your warm winter layers before heading out the door and down the road to the stables.

——- ✶ ——-

“Stop pulling on my coat, you silly girl! I need to brush you, and then we’ll go out and stretch your legs.”

Levi smiles when he hears you talking to Astrid. Your voice always goes up just a tad whenever you talk to animals and little kids. With anyone else, he’d think it annoying, but with you, he finds it endearing. The smile on his face is gone by the time he walks past you.

“Astrid’s been a stubborn little shit lately,” he says as he takes the saddle off Demon. “She probably just wants to see you more.”

(He just wants to see you more.)

“I’m already over here for practically half of the morning every day. Maybe you just need to give her more attention.”

”Astrid could care less about me.”

”Awww, did she reject your charms, Levi?”

Your laugh reverberates through the stable and causes his mouth to turn upward just a bit. He loves this playful side of you. He’d almost think it flirting if he didn’t know that he’d ruined any of those chances.

He knows he hurt you that night, when he told you the kiss was a mistake. It was written all over your face: the confusion, the rejection. You had smiled, thinking he wouldn’t notice, but you wear your heart on your sleeve.

A heart that Levi isn’t worthy enough to handle.

Your eyes shine at him as you give him a wink and a smile, before you continue to brush Astrid.

This is fine. This is enough for him.

”There’s my favorite girl,” Mathieu exclaims, standing at the entrance of the stables before walking towards you. “The best part of the day is when you arrive here. I’m not sure how much longer I could endure Levi’s sullen looks this morning.” Looking over at Levi, he smirks. “But it seems that your arrival has changed his mood too.”

Levi stiffens while a slight blush washes over his cheeks. He doesn’t look at you, but he can feel your eyes on him.

“Get inside before you freeze, you old geezer,” Levi replies as he unsaddles Demon. “I’m going to exercise a few of the other horses before lunch.”

“I’ll help him out with that,” you add

“Of course you will,” Mathieu says, a teasing lilt in his voice. “I’ll leave you both to it then.”

“You don’t mind if I join you?” you ask, eyes on him again.

“Do what you like. They’re not my horses,” his voice as apathetic as he can muster, in hopes it won’t reveal that he loves it when you ride with him.

He’s realized that in the last month, it’s practically impossible for him to push you completely out of his orbit.

The two of you ride into the training arena, you on Astrid, and Levi on a young mare he’s been working on saddle training. He can feel a curious aura around you, a question right on the tip of your tongue.

At the end of the hour, it finally comes out.

“Levi, what’s the rest of the world like now? After The Rumbling?”

He forgot that you’ve only left Mursa once in the past three years. But why the sudden interest?

“To be honest, most of it’s in chaos right now. Practically the entire continent of Marley was decimated in The Rumbling, and the loss of such a world power has put every other nation at a stand-still. Even now, there are refugee camps everywhere as entire communities try to rebuild.”

Levi’s face darkens. “And while nations are either rebuilding or fighting for control, Paradis is building its arsenal, just biding its time to see what kind of world is going to come out of all this.”

“Some of your former comrades are going to Paradis soon as peace emissaries, right?”

“As if that’s going to make any difference, after all this.” He looks away. “Fucking idiots.”

“You didn’t want to go with them?”

“To do what? Kiss Eldian asses and beg them to be nice?” Levi clicks his tongue. “I’m a soldier, not a politician.”

“You still see yourself as a soldier?”

Levi looks up at you. He didn’t even realize he’d said that.

“No, of course not.”

“Then how do you see yourself?”

That’s something he’s asked himself time and time again. Honestly, he doesn’t know who he is anymore. His entire meaning, his purpose, had been in service to and for others, but now they were all gone, including the world he’d fought so hard to save. It was like learning to be a new person.

He’d spent the years following The Rumbling in that pursuit: joining Onyakopon and the others in rebuilding the world, hoping to find that meaning he’d lost. But through it all, this lingering emptiness followed him. His life in Mursa was supposed to be a reset, a chance for him to rediscover himself without the shadow of war and death.

So why did he feel just as lost as ever?

It embarrasses him that he can’t answer you, and so he deflects. “Tch, what’s with all the damn questions today?”

“Well, before Annika returns to Mursa this spring, she wrote to me and said that she and some other doctors are working with an organization to help set up a clinic at the Pulsella Refugee Camp.”

”She would do something that idiotic. Does she realize how incredibly dangerous it is there? That part of Marley is still a steaming pile of shit. It’s overrun with bands of warring gangs.”

“You’ve been there?”

“I haven’t, but I’ve been to plenty other camps that were the same. We did what we could, but not even the Marley military - what’s left of it - will touch that place.”

Your brows are knit in contemplation. “So that’s what’s happening beyond these mountains.”

“A lot of turmoil and strife. You’re lucky to live in a place like this.”

“I suppose I am.” You pull on Astrid’s reins, leading her out of the arena. “I should go get lunch ready.”

Something’s shifted in you, but Levi can’t quite put a finger on what that might be. It sends a pang of worry and uneasiness through his mind.

It seems that pushing his feelings down for you is going to be harder than he thought.

——- ✶ ——-

A few days pass before you return to the stables. Levi figured you had other things to do, but it didn’t stop him looking over the horizon every morning, expecting to see your figure walking in the slushy snow. It’s been unseasonably warm the past few weeks; he’d been told to expect snow well into mid-spring, but nothing about the world has been normal since The Rumbling, not even the weather. It’s beyond Levi’s level of understanding, but a scientist had explained to him that it had something to do with the months it took for the millions of steaming titan bodies to decompose, as well as the environments those same titans had destroyed.

His muscles ache as he breaks up some ice that had accumulated at the entrance of Mathieu’s home, the sound of the shovel scraping against the ground only interrupted when he hears footsteps behind him.

“Warm today. Spring will be here before we know it,” you say.

”Not nearly soon enough. I’ve about had it with snow.” He stops and leans his body on the shovel, relieving some pressure on his leg. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah. I’ve been busy.”

You don’t elaborate, and Levi doesn’t ask what you mean. You’re standing next to him but he feels a great distance between you both, something he hasn’t felt since becoming friends with you.

But this was the whole point of his moving away. This is what he wanted.

Right?

Your silence continues as you saddle Astrid, choosing to ride outside by yourself instead of with Levi. There’s no questions today. No asking him about his knee or how Mathieu is doing.

Something is up. And as much as Levi wants to ask you what’s going on, he knows it’s not his place. He shouldn’t pry into your life.

Mathieu, however, has no boundaries, and when you finally all sit down to lunch, he asks, “Is there something wrong, Catherine? You’re quiet today.”

You shift in your chair and wipe your lips with your napkin. “No, nothing’s wrong. But I do have some news.”

At that, both men lean forward. “Annika has asked me to help her pack up her things before her move back to Mursa this spring.” You pause, sitting up straighter. “She also invited me to accompany her to her last assignment with her hospital: to set up and build a clinic at the Pulsella Refugee Camp in the Eastern Marley Territories. You stand up and take the plates from the table. “I’ll be gone for a month or two.”

“Why?” Levi’s voice is cold and direct.

”What do you mean, why? I want to help Annika.”

”With moving, ok yes, I get that. But going to Pulsella? I told you it’s a lawless wasteland there. What can you do?”

”I guess…I just want to try and make a difference, in whatever way I can. Annika said they could use volunteers to make food, distribute aid kits, and build more permanent shelters. I think I can help.”

”How? By getting yourself killed? Some help that’ll be..”

”Levi…” Mathieu says, putting a hand on his arm.

You turn your back to both of the men, walking to the kitchen with the plates. “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t understand. I didn’t even want to tell you.”

Levi is quick to follow you. “I don’t think you understand. That place is beyond dangerous, Catherine. The people are desperate there.

”All the more reason why people who care should go help those who have nowhere else to go.” You start roughly washing the dishes. “I’m tired of just living here while others are suffering. It doesn’t feel right.”

There’s an intense silence as you roughly rinse the plates. Levi knows he should say something, tell you that he’s worried and he just doesn’t want anything to happen to you. But to say all that would be to admit that he still cares for you deeply.

The whole problem would be solved if he just went with you, but he knows he can’t. He promised he’d stay and help Mathieu, and the old man had already put time and money into training him for this damn race. He can’t back down from his commitment.

And he knows the kind of hard work in store there; hard labor that his body can no longer accomplish. Even if he managed to go along and there was an altercation, he’s not sure he could fully protect you in a fight. Feelings of uselessness bubble up inside him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you suddenly put down a plate and face him, cutting off his train of thought.

”And frankly, Levi, I don’t understand you. First, you told me I was strong and to rely on my friends. Now I’m trying to use my strength and be useful, but you’re against it. The way you talk to me makes me feel like you see me as some helpless, frail woman, when I’m anything but. Or maybe I am, I don’t know.”

You bite your bottom lip. Levi’s noticed that you get emotional when you’re angry. You’re probably trying to hold back tears, in an effort to look strong in front of him.

”I don’t really know who I am. But I’ve done hard things before and I can do it again.”

”Yeah, but this time I won’t be there to save you.”

He didn’t want to have to spell it out for you to make you understand.

But his words don’t have the effect he was expecting. Levi sees your body tense as you furrow your brow.

“I’m thankful for what you did for me on Mount Aspe, I really am. But don’t hold it over me like some kind of trump card anytime you want to boss me around. I didn’t ask you to save me then and I’m certainly not asking for your opinion now.”

“You’re not listening, Catherine.” He could feel his patience wearing thin.

“Oh, I hear you loud and clear, Levi. You think I need a man to look after me. Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m sure there’ll be lots of young, strong men there that will be more than happy to assist me with whatever I need.” Your voice drips with resentment.

So that’s how you see him, as some weak, old piece of shit. You probably judge him for escaping the outside world and coming here. His fists clench and he feels defensive for the first time in ages.

“Oh yeah? I didn’t know you were that lonely and desperate for a man that you’d do something this stupid.”

Shit.

He went too far. He knew it instantly when he saw the look of hurt on your face, tears forming in the corners of your eyes before you blink them away. Your jaw tenses, and something changes in the way you look at him.

”Fuck you, Levi.”

It’s not the first time those three words have been directed toward him, but hearing them come from your mouth, it makes him visibly wince.

You bolt out of the kitchen and head straight for the door.

“I leave in two days, so I need to get packing. Mathieu, Luka will come by with my stable rent payments and to ride Astrid.”

The door slams and then there’s silence. Levi can feel Mathieu scowling at him.

“What?”

Mathieu rises from his seat and shakes his head. “You can be a real asshole sometimes, you know that?”

——- ✶ ——-

“Asshole,” you mutter under your breath as you trudge through the snow.

You had a feeling Levi would react negatively when you told him your plans; it’s why you hesitated saying anything until the last minute. You knew he’d doubt your strength and question the reasoning behind your motives.

But calling you lonely and desperate…that went over the line. It was a deliberate jab.

And it infuriates you even more to admit that he’s right, to some extent. You are lonely. You do want to feel the touch of a man again, to feel wanted and desired.

But that’s not why you’re going to Pulsella. He knows that. He’s just miserable about life and wants everyone else to feel that way. You wonder now what you ever liked about him in the first place.

You’re glad he moved out. The less you see of him the better.

You slam the door and stomp through the living room, startling Max and Albert.

“Whoa. Everything ok?” Max asks.

”It’s fine,” you reply sharply. “Max, can you take me to the train station in two days?”

”Sure…I just figured Levi would take you..” he answers, each word coming out in hesitance.

”Why would you think that? He doesn’t live here anymore.”

Max scratches his head nervously. “I don’t know..I guess I thought the two of you were…“ you send him a questioning look, “...good friends.”

“Humph,” you scoff, “that man doesn’t want to have any friends.”

Needing to clear your head, you head straight to the kitchen. “I’m gonna bake something.”

But as your hands knead through the dough, you feel the embers of your temper fading. Placing the two loaves of quick bread in the oven, your mind feels even clearer. What Levi had said was hurtful, but maybe you’d been hard on him too. You’d assumed he didn’t trust in you, when maybe he was just worried about you.

He’d told you he cared for you once. Perhaps that was just his really bad way of showing that.

You expect him to walk through the door that night, admit his feelings, and apologize for being an ass. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to do that.

But he doesn’t come that evening, or the evening after. Your last night at home, you stop looking for him.

Perhaps it’s time you stopped expecting things from Levi that will never be.

——- ✶ ——-

Max stops the wagon in front of the train station. “You be careful out there, Catherine. I promise I’ll keep the guys in line.”

“I’m more worried about who’s gonna keep you in line.” You give Max a quick hug. “I’ll see you in a couple of months. Don’t burn the house down.”

You buy your ticket and walk to the platform, but before you can make it to the train you stop.

Levi stands there, hands in pockets, leaning against a pillar.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, knowing you can’t just ignore him.

“I had to come into town anyway to run errands for the old man.” His foot kicks a clump of dirt away from your luggage. “I figured I might as well see you off.” He reaches down to grab the handle. “Let me get that.”

Your hand quickly pulls it away. “I can carry it just fine, thanks.”

Levi walks with you silently until you reach the entrance of your train car. You’re not sure which is worse: his awkward silence or his crude remarks. Not wanting to experience either anymore, you decide to end…whatever this is that’s happening.

“Well, I’ll see you in two months. Take care.”

“Wait.”

Levi pulls out a slender knife from his pocket and places it in your hand. “For protection.”

You look down at the wooden handle. “A knife? I don’t need this.”

“It’s a switchblade, and you do need it.” He moves closer to you and puts his hand on yours, guiding your finger to a metal knob on the wooden handle. “This is the safety. You slide this to lock and unlock the knife.”

He then guides you to another button. “Just press this button and the blade pops out.” It opens with a click. “Press down this tab to slide it back into the handle.”

You haven’t felt Levi’s touch since that New Year’s morning and it makes your heart race. His hand lingers on yours, encouraging your fingers to curl around the now warm handle.

“Just take it. Please.”

Although his lips don’t say, “I’m sorry,” you know him well enough to know that this is his way of apologizing, and to show that he trusts you.

You pull your hand away from his and put it in your pocket, your way of saying that you accept his apology.

“If you’re being attacked, don’t hesitate for a moment to use it. Seconds count in those kinds of situations.”

“I’ll be careful.” You want to say more, but the conductor is yelling for all to board, and passengers begin to push by.

“Just come back safe.” Levi moves away from you slowly. “And bring back that knife. I’ve had it a long time.”

You smile, then board the train. As you find your seat and look out the window, you notice that Levi stays on the platform until the train slowly accelerates out of the station.

——- ✶ ——-

The three day train ride reminded you how big Marley was, and it was hard to believe most of it had been decimated. Trains would only take you so far, however, and Annika said she and her friend would pick you up at the final train station and drive you the rest of the way to Pulsella.

True to her word, Annika stands next to an automobile with a tall man.

He shakes your hand and gives you a warm smile.

“So nice to finally meet you, Catherine. I've heard so much about you.”

“I’m Onyankopon.”

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EPISODE 1

PAIRING ☆ jean kirschtein x fem!oc! ( you can just imagine it as yourself!!! i tried to describe physical features for this purpose x )

WARNINGS ☆ no smut in this one, dirty, slowburn, lots of teasing, a little niccolo x oc, voyeurism (???), vulgar and dirty jokes lol, baddie main character

SUMMARY ☆ In which Mirabelle enters Paradis Island years before the Liberio Attack and finds herself instantly interested in Jean Kirschtein, an innocent man who is soon tied mercilessly to her womanly wiles. Jean attempts to escape her but can only run so far before he starts running back to her.

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MIRABELLE WINDRIDER POV

Living in the storage section of a Marleyan warship for several days comes with having my limbs squished between a box of deactivated bombs and ration packs. It’s one of the several cons of being stuck here, besides the seasickness, having to freeze up when soldiers come in to look for things and multiple hours of being bored, plotting my arrival.

Voices atop tell me there’s a disturbance up ahead the boat. Well, they aren’t telling me. The Marleyan soldiers don’t actually know I’m here at all. It should be kept that way until it’s time is what Yelena strictly instructed.

It’s been forever-and-a-half since we left Marley! We certainly must've arrived on the coast of Paradis by now. I’ve been sharpening the blade all this while like a good girl. Can something happen already?

I stretch my body after eight hours of sitting in a cramped position. The commotion above doesn’t surprise me as I feel the familiar pull in my limbs and torso. An assassin’s flexibility is unmatched, a small breeze in the air, seductive and chilling as we kill our victims.

An explosion and a loud horn cause yells on the warship but a smile on my face.

Thank you, Yelena.

I flip the dagger into my belt as I make my way up the stairs I snuck down merely a few days ago.

I have to be quick but soft.

They can’t know I’m here.

Not yet, at least.

The cool air makes contact with my skin, clearing my lungs and any mustiness that has accumulated instantly. But there wasn’t any time to relish in this moment. I’m here to get the job done—the Beast is counting on me.

The soldiers are stunned at what’s in front of them. I try to get a look at the situation from where I am, right behind, in the corner of the door where no moonlight can reveal me.

Outside is dark, but lighter than inside the storage bunker where I couldn’t figure out who was coming unless I really tried to listen through the water. The first thing I notice about Paradis Island is that the stars here are explicit, little trinkets hung on the blanket they sit on. That, and the many lights by the tents that illuminate where they must be living. Yelena did tell me when she snuck into Marley in between to pick up a couple of the supplies that the stars here shine way brighter.

It’s beautiful.

I shake my head. I can look at the stars later. I have to assess the situation we’re in first.

Beyond the vessel is rocky land and what looks like many rifles being pointed towards the warfare ship. I attempt to look for Yelena through the hunter green capes but the lanky woman is nowhere to be seen.

I roll my eyes.

Looks like I’ll have to get to work.

Cracking my neck, I slide behind the soldier closest to me.

I slink my arms around him, one coming up to cover his mouth and one around his torso and arms. I whisper in his ear, “Make this easy for me.”

He whimpers against the palm of my hand, making me smile.

That’s cute. He’s scared of me.

The power thrills me, sending goosebumps through my skin. It’s been a while since I’ve been back in action.

I snake up his chest, up his neck. before he can move or do anything, I twist his neck. He falls onto my lifted foot like I wanted, noiseless and efficient.

The rest of the soldiers are paying attention to the rifles pointed at them and a Paradis person screaming through a megaphone at how excited they are to see Marleyans on their grounds and how they want to invite all of us onto their island.

Is that supposed to be welcoming?

I snatch the pistol off of the soldier I just injured, popping a few bullets into the barrel. The soldier opens his mouth, heaving in to scream but I smash my foot onto his face, glaring right down at him.

That was a close one.

They’re all blindly focused on the Paradis soldiers so I make the decision to move.

Now or never, baby.

I cock back the pistol, gaining the attention of the Marleyans.

Their eyes widen.

I clear my throat, “Hi!”

“Who are you?!” the captain of the ship hollers at me.

I kick back the face of the soldier underneath me and walk towards the Captain. The soldiers pull out their guns rapidly, only to cause me to laugh.

“Don’t shoot, men.” he orders them in his husky tone.

“Doesn’t matter if they only got dummy bullets in them.”

The Captain hesitates, puzzled by my response, “Excuse me—”

“You’re too slow, Captain.”

I launch the dagger into his neck. Blood splatters out of his throat and mouth as he lands with a thud. He’ll be dead soon. I stabbed the artery after all!

Slipping my dagger right back out, five men charge towards me, hostility swimming through them.

I kick the first one on the side of the face, sending him towards the side. The next two with simple dagger slices in their necks like their damned Captain. The next one is a dodge—I let that one fall over the boat and into the water.

The last soldier grabs me by the shoulders while I’m cackling at the soldier who fell overboard. He shoves me against the boat’s railing. My head hits the metal, a weird vibration making the world spin in a way seasickness could never.

Said soldier grabs his pistol and shoves it into my mouth.

I cry aloud. He yanks my hair back so I can properly taste the coarseness of the instrument almost hitting the back of my throat.

I’m going to pass out from suffocation or a dummy bullet.

It’s going to be the end of me.

“I’m going to choke you out, whore.” he says.

It’s then that a lightbulb goes off in my head.

He gets off on the fact that he’s in power right now, that at any moment now he can push me off the boat, shoot a bullet down my throat and touch me however he pleases. The sinisterness in his eyes illustrates his devotion to his job, the real grotesque that comes with it.

I’m dealing with someone much like me—a sadistic fuck.

With all my strength, I discreetly pull out my own pistol that I stole earlier, tears slipping out of my eyes.

Just one push, just one push—

I heave my knee into his manhood and shoot him in his abdomen.

He flies back, along with his pistol.

Coughing, I grab my dagger and kick his chest to send the man flying down onto the wooden board. He yells in pain, a cry that is my favourite sound a human’s ever made. It’s washed out and terrible, sending a chill down my spine.

I swear I hear cheers from the island but it could just be my near passing out from the pistol down my throat.

I straddle the crying soldier and raise the dagger above my head.

“Please,” he blurts out, “Please spare me, ma’am.”

I throw my head back, laughing, “Oh God…no!”

The dagger sinks into his face. Right in between his eyes, at the beginning of the slope of his nose.

One stab renders him deceased.

However, one stab doesn’t satisfy the assassin in me.

Two, three, four, five, six—blood splatters onto my face and clothes, a forced strength coming out of my arms and the target’s face absolutely unrecognisable.

Finally, when I’m about to take the seventh, someone pulls me away from the body forcefully. I launch the dagger backwards but it’s caught for the first time by a hand right above their head.

Instead of trying to pull it out, I yelp in surprise.

“Yelena!” I huff out.

“About to kill me too?” she jokes, nothing in her eyes. As usual.

“Yelena~!” I repeat and wrap my arms around her torso.

“Gross.” she sighs at all the blood of two Marleyans rubbing onto her ironed, white shirt.

Yelena kindly puts a towel around my shoulders.

That’s right. I didn’t even think to check on myself.

I’m breathing so hard, there’s blood all over my hands and clothes and I’m super excited that I completed my mission to perfection again.

“Oops.” I chuckle, pulling out, “I can’t believe you guys left me!”

“Not my fault someone slept through their alarm on the day we left.”

I punch her playfully, glad I finally see someone I’m familiar with after so long.

“Let’s go.” she says.

“Oh, the sailor! I haven’t killed him yet!” I tell her, pointing at the back of the ship,

Yelena shakes her head, pulling my bloody arm towards the dock, “That’s enough killing for you today. We’ll handle it from here. Let’s go get cleaned up first.”

As I walk down the wooden dock, impressed, blank faces stare back at me. My breathing slows down to a steadier pace as I stare right back, unsure on how to react to this weird attention. What I just did is equivalent to a murderous performance.

I don’t think they’ve seen a massacre happen so quickly in front of them. I don’t blame them. I set a record in Marley. Especially working for the Tybur clan, I was trained to be the assassin I am today. However, I’m not particularly used to doing it in front of people.

That’s the thing about assassins, we’re supposed to take one’s life in private.

“Get to work!” one of the Paradis soldiers yell, “Stop staring, brats!”

A few soldiers walk down the dock, presumably to get the sailor’s head. One of them stands out—extremely tall, brown hair and a sparkle of innocence as he watches me intently. There’s curiosity within that innocence I discern easily, a little mouse coming out of its hole, respectfully.

A smile forms on my lips.

He blinks at me, blank, yet he knows I’m looking exactly at him.

He walks right past me, avoiding eye contact once he’s close.

JEAN KIRSTEIN POV

The image of gooey blood splattered on her face paired with a bewitching smile from the newcomer has Jean Kirstein confused on one side and intrigued on another. Confused because when the Marleyans said that one of their people was delayed back at Marley, he was expecting another male soldier who’s higher ranked, which is why they wanted him here to help out. Intrigued, because now that he knows it’s a woman, he wonders what kind of situation she was put in to create a flawless combat style.

As the moonlight flashes on her face, reflecting the glossy blood and the glimmer of her teeth. She looks incredibly insane and proud of herself for what she’s done.

Taking down six men in five minutes? Jean has never seen that happen before. The most impressive stunt he’s seen pulled off was Captain Levi taking down five Titans in under a minute—a whole other thing if he was to compare the two. It’s not comparable. By far, Captain Levi is the best he’s seen before.

But, still.

The woman lingers in Jean’s mind.

As he walked back to the tent him and Conny were sleeping in, he couldn’t help but wonder about her. The way she made eye contact with him as if she could read his thoughts then and there was sufficient to know that she’s seductively dangerous. Almost as if her sole purpose was to lure Jean in—

“Sorry,” he mumbles incoherently as he bumps into someone.

“Are you okay?” Mikasa asks him.

Jean blinks up at her, escaping his trance. He’s never been the distracted type before.

It’s rare for Mikasa to ask her comrades, it’s often she presses that question towards Eren Yeager. Deep down, Jean wishes Mikasa would be concerned with him the way she was with Eren. He really likes her and wanted to sought out for her ever since he came to know her. Eren took all her time, energy and love, now, Jean remains in the immovable comrade-zone.

He forgets the mesmerising aura Mikasa has that made him fall for her in the first place, “Fine.”

She walks off without another word. All she needed was that little ‘fine’ to let her keep going about her day.

After all, she had to go tend to Eren like she was some servant.

Jean sighs as he enters the tent, lamenting about Mikasa and knowing there’s nothing he can do about her or her so-called duty to Eren. He can’t help his attachment.

He gets ready for bed and the moment him and Conny turn off the lanterns to sleep and darkness fills his sight, the Marleyan soldier comes to mind again. It’s like she cast a spell on him the moment they locked eyes on the dock.

Her smile, he thinks.

It was beautiful amongst the slaughter on her face.

How can one make the wretched so beautiful?

☆

Conny and Jean are in charge of putting away the deliveries the camp receives from the Walls. The cart is full of food, weaponry and other things that would make living here easier.

They’d discussed that the Marleyans should be doing the labour here but Hange countered, arguing that it wouldn’t be right for the cause they were fighting for. Jean agreed—they had a point. They were trying to do good for the world. What would be the point of making Marleyans do all the work when they were fighting for equality?

As time goes on, Conny and Jean become exhausted and settle into the carts themselves.

“I need a drink.” Conny groans, leaning his head back on the cart.

Jean hums in response. The sun was burning their backs as they slaved the day away, barely breaking in between to keep this damn camp going.

“Conny! Jean!”

They lift their heads to see who’s calling their name.

It’s none other than Onyankopon, walking towards them with a great, big smile on him, a wave and a guest in tow. Jean wishes he was as positive as Onyankopon looked right now. He’d be getting through these deliveries in no time.

He looks over at the guest Onyankopon brought along.

Right then and there, chills run down his spine.

There’s no way.

He straightens up effective immediately.

“Wanted to introduce you to someone new!” Onyankopon says as he arrives at their cart, “She arrived last night.”

Jean’s eyes are plastered at the Marleyan soldier, eyes wide, consuming her presence. She’s piercing with caramel tones and charcoal hair, illustrating her humanity. Nonetheless, her eyes tell him something else. There’s a certain depth in them, a void that can suck you in if you look too long.

She steps up.

“Mirabelle.” she states, ample confidence, “Mirabelle Windrider.”

Sultry voice that coats strawberries with chocolate. The woman stares straight into him, taking words right out of his mouth and stomping them on the ground before her. The corners of her lips quirk upwards into a minute smile as if she knows exactly what she just did to him.

“Conny Springer.” Conny responds, “Weren’t you the chick that killed all those soldiers last night?!”

She laughs, “May have been.”

“You were so cool!” Conny continues and Jean would’ve looked at him but he’s currently too occupied with the newcomer, “The way you knocked them all down. Jean and I were talking about you last night! Everyone was.”

“Were you?” Mirabelle’s eyes easily wander to Jean. “Who’s this?”

He has nothing to say. He can’t say anything.

“Cat got your tongue, Jeanie-boy?” Conny calls. “You know staring at a lady is rude!”

Jean will deal with Conny later. Right now, her slightest provocation forces Jean to give her his name. “Jean Kirstein, ma’am.”

“Jean…” she utters and his eyes widen with fear? Anxiety?...desire?

Onyakopon comes into frame and she leans against his arm which she somehow can despite the man’s height. “Ma’am? She look that old to you, boy?”

“N-No! Of course not, just didn’t wanna disrespect her.” Jean blurts out as Mirabelle laughs.

There she goes again with that smile like she likes watching him twitch under her glance.

Onyakopon sighs, looking down at Mirabelle, “At it again?”

“What’s wrong with a little fun, Onya~”

Before he could think about what she meant by that, Onyankopon says to them, “We’ve got to attend some meetings. Hope you gentlemen do well.”

“Bye!” Mirabelle waves at them.

“Bye!” Conny replies.

“...bye.”

When they leave, a sigh leaves Jean. A couple seconds of silence passes them until Conny finally speaks up, “Hot stuff, huh?”

“What?”

“Ma’am.” he mocks.

Jean furrow my brows, “Shut up, Conny.”

MIRABELLE WINDRIDER POV

Paradis Island is a blast.

Besides sleeping inside a tent, I’ve had fun the last couple of days, getting to know the nation’s people and growing the bonds I already have. What Marleyans say about Paradis Island is nowhere near true but honestly, you’d have to have a brain to know that. They’re anything but devils, they’re humans trapped in walls and know nothing of the outside world.

Hange Zoe, Commander of the Scouts, has created a timetable for me this week so it’d make it easier for me to settle in.

How kind of them. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten close to this treatment back in Marley, even as a respected assassin.

The next thing on my schedule is a team building session with none other than Hange Zoe leading it. I’ve done a couple the past few days and it’s my favourite so far—something lighthearted amongst all the tedious soldier work.

As someone who’s not a soldier, the training style is different from what I’m used to. I mean, it is still combat training but it’s coarse, explosive training rather than the elusive, cunning style I’m used to.

When I pull up to the grassy patch a hundred feet from the camp, Hange is waiting with a group of Marleyans and Eldians, animatedly chatting with the group.

That’s one thing I love about Hange so far. They see no difference in our races unlike other members in the camp.

“There she is!” they exclaim as I join the circle, “Our final member.”

“Hello.” I greet everyone, looking around the circle.

I stop almost immediately. Two people over is none other than the starer.

Jean Kirstein’s eyes widens at seeing me join the circle.

There he goes again.

“Now that everyone’s present, today we’ll be playing a fun, little game I’ve conjured up when working with Cadets! Heard you Marleyan soldiers had no fun when in military, so this will be a little refresher.” Hange explains, “Now, sit down, sit down.”

We all do as they say, plopping onto the grassy land.

“This game,” they start, “Is called, ‘two truths, one lie’. It’s just as stated. We will go around the circle, telling two truths and one lie. The point of this game is to decipher the lie through the three statements told. It’s going to help us understand tidbit information about each other and hopefully, bring us closer as a team. Sounds easy enough?”

The group agrees. We take some time to think about our statements before Hange goes first, telling us that they are the example round, “Okay, so I’m the Fourteenth Commander of the Survey Corps, Captain Levi Ackerman is my best friend and I hate Titans.”

“I am not your best friend.” Levi responds indifferently, “That’s the lie.”

Hange chuckles, “Yes, you are, silly.”

Aw.

Levi rolls his eyes, “You’re so obsessed.”

They hit his shoulder, “You’re mean and short, so you’re just as bad.”

He glares right back at them.

“You’re the Fourteenth Commander, that’s the lie!” a Marleyan speaks up.

“No,” I interrupt before they can give away the answer, “It’s that they hate Titans.”

All eyes are on me.

Over the last couple of days, I’ve stayed quiet during team building sessions, only participating when absolutely necessary. No matter how lively I am around the Marleyans, being thrown into a completely new circumstance can make anyone nervous. So, staying quiet and observing is the best way to be until I’m comfortable enough.

Now I’m comfortable enough.

“Yes!” Hange answers, “How did you know, Mirabelle? I don’t remember telling you.”

I purse my lips and look down on my lap, a little embarrassed, “Not directly, but I overheard you telling other Marleyans that you had two Titans called Sawney and Bean. You said you adored them like they were your children. Plus, you don’t seem the type to hate Titans.”

Hange’s eyes light up.

“Sawney and Bean!” they gasp, “Bless them. Can we have a moment of silence for Sawney and Bean—”

“Those asswipe Titans? No.” Levi interrupts, raising an eyebrow, “Get on with the stupid game. I don’t know why you insist on these timewasters.”

“Ugh,” they groan, “This is not a waste of time! Having team building sessions helps people get along and build bonds. Like you care about any of that stuff, grumps!”

“Exactly. I don’t.”

“Okay, so shut your mouth. Don’t listen to this party pooper, guys.” Hange sighs, causing us to laugh, “It’s your turn, Mirabelle. Give us your statements.”

I nod, having my statements ready to go, “I’m left-handed, I’m an assassin back in Marley and—”

“You’re not left-handed.”

It seems as if Jean is confused as to why he spoke so quickly before I finished my statements. I’m confused, too. How did he know that was the lie?

“I’m not?” I ask, trying to throw him off.

He shakes his head, right on the money, “You’re right-handed. I remember the way you held the gun at the Captain on the boat that night. You were in a right-handed stance.”

It takes me a second to digest that.

It was dark that night, how could he have seen my stance?

“Did I get it?” he asks.

I smile at him, genuinely, “Yeah…you did.”

He must’ve really focussed on me on that boat. My heart races a little. To have someone enraptured by me is a feeling I haven’t had in a while.

“Well done, Jean!” Hange compliments, clapping, “Great attention to detail! See, guys. This is the point of the game. It’s to understand each other better, so we can have trusting bonds when in combat.”

Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“You better get your lies ready, Levi,” Hange warns, “You’re after Jean.”

For some reason, Levi looks scared. He is slipped into a trance, probably trying to think of his three statements to tell everyone.

“Go on, Jean,” Hange prompts

I watch Jean think about his statements, scanning the grass below him until he lifts his head, “Alright.”

He looks right at me.

He blocks the eight others around us, part of the game and shoots his statements at me.

It’s a challenge.

“I was forced to become a part of the Survey Corps, my mom makes the best omelettes and my friends call me ‘Horseface’.”

“The first one.” I tell him before anyone can say anything. I don’t think anyone was going to anyways. It was aimed at me. He wants me to get it right, there’s a desperation screaming at me to do so.

He blinks at me, “What? How?”

“I don’t think you’re the type of guy to be forced into the Survey Corps. You probably joined it because it matched your ideals and were willing to go far enough to obtain a goal. In that sense, I think most Scouts are like that anyways…did I get it?”

Jean nods, ever so slowly.

“Yay!” I reply.

An invisible line threads between the two of us, connecting us in the moment. Jean seems lost in thought as if it was the first time he was acknowledged for his decisions.

I’m glad I was able to give him that.

The Scouts in this island deserve that more than anything. The recognition and the pride that comes with it. It’s not an easy job, after all.

We’re looking at each other until Levi speaks up at last, “Get a room, the two of you.”

☆

“Mirabelle, Mirabelle! Wait up!”

I turn around, a running bald boy coming my way.

“Hi. Conny, was it?”

He slams his hands on his knees, catching his breath, “Y-Yes.”

“How can I help you?”

“Are you busy?’ Conny asks.

“Huh?”

“Are you busy at the moment?” he repeats.

What is this about?

“Not particularly, no. Sorry, what’s this about?”

Conny straightens up and grins at me. I try to return it with a boxy grin of my own but all this seems a little suspicious to me.

“Would you like to eat with us?”

“Sorry?”

“Would you like to have lunch with me and a few other Scouts?” Conny invites.

Oh.

“Oh my God. Yes!. I would love to.” I nod enthusiastically,

“Right this way, ma’am.”

“Stop that.” I chuckle.

“I’ve never seen Kirstein act like that in front of a woman,” he says, as I follow him.

So we’re having this conversation?

“Uh-huh.” I reply, trying to stay uninterested.

Giving Conny the wrong impression is the last thing I want to do. Yes, it may be true that Jean caused my heart flutter earlier but that was for a mere moment. I’m not interested in anything except keeping things cool and casual. Imagine if he thinks I’m interested romantically.

That would send the wrong message.

“He’s really a good guy,” Conny continues, “Don’t tell him I said that but he’d take good care of his missus, if he had one.”

“I see.”

“What do you think of him, Mirabelle?”

Did Jean set him up to this?

No, it can’t be. Jean seems like he barely knows that he’s interested in me. Conny, on other hand, as someone who’s on the outside of this situation probably read in between the lines and got a grip on the situation.

“He’s nice.” I reply.

“Nice~” Conny sings, “Anyways, we’re here!”

He’s brought me to behind a tent where a bunch of Scouts are sitting on upside down crates and eating from paper plates.

“Hi!” all of them greet me.

There’s four of them, including Jean, who is just as shocked to see me there as I am him. Oh, what did I expect coming with Conny?

I look at Conny, raising an eyebrow. He just shrugs, nonchalantly. Is he playing wingman right now? There’s nothing to play wingman for!

This is ridiculous.

“Hello.” I wave at them.

“The food’s over there, by the way.” a girl with a high ponytail and a stuffed face says, “You can help yourself!”

“Alright, thanks.”

I grab my lunch at the stand and come back. Jean quickly stands from his crate and gestures for me to sit down.

“Oh, you didn’t have to, I—”

“I already finished eating.” he interrupts, clearing his throat.

It’d be rude to decline so I take the crate, muttering a small word of gratitude.

The crates are assembled in a circle so I can see the new people I’m sitting with. Conny and Jean stand nearby, joining the conversation.

“I’m Mirabelle, by the way—”

“You’re the girl that knocked down those Marleyans a couple days ago, right?” the girl with the ponytails says, “Sasha, nice to meet you.”

“You’re right! It is her.” a blonde boy exclaims.

“I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Sasha answers, “This is Armin and Mikasa. You’ve met Conny and Jean?”

I look up at Jean and smile a little, “I have…it’s nice to meet you all.”

And the questions come instantly.

“How did you kill them all?”

“Are you a soldier? You’re not wearing a uniform.”

“How do you get your hair like that?”

“How come you came in later compared to other Marleyans?”

“Hey.” Jean interrupts the eager Scouts, “Let her eat before you talk her ears off.”

“That’s okay, Jean.” I laugh, “Let’s see,” deep breath “I’ve been trained to kill multiple people simultaneously. I’m not a soldier, I’m an assassin. My hair? Well, it’s this product I got from Marley. Totally cannot live without. I can share it with you if you like. I came late because I accidentally slept in when Onyankopon was leaving so I ended up having to find my own way here.”

They stare at me in awe.

“Any more questions?” I ask.

Shaking their heads, they go back to their food.

☆

“That’s the thing, Onyankopon. I don’t want to be trained like a soldier!” I whine behind him, “My combat style is already flawless and the way the soldiers train is so rough and not adequate for a nimble girl like me.”

“That’s a conversation for you to have with Hange, not me.” he replies.

It seems that Onyankopon doesn’t grasp my joke like he usually does. His lightheartedness and otherwise bubbly attitude has gone out of trace and is replaced with someone serious and, well, not so Onyankopon.

I slide off the horse we arrived on together as it stops before the Walls.

“Mhm, right and you know I’ll convince them anyway.” I say, attempting to bring my best friend out.

It’s not about the training anymore, it’s about making Onyankopon smile again. I miss that cheesy grin of his already and it’s been, what? Twenty-hours of this gloominess that has gone by?

“I doubt that but you can try. No one’s stopping you.” he shrugs, “Now that I’ve dropped you here, may I please go attend to my business in Wall Sina?”

“If I say ‘no’—”

“Goodbye.” he says and I think he’s about to go before he make a face and looks back at me, “Also, don’t play too much around the Kirstein boy.”

Ah.

“Whatever do you mean?” I ask him innocently, patting the horse’s mane. She has lovely hair indeed, the embrace of rich earth.

Unfortunately, Onyankopon has turned to ultimately-serious-bossman mode. He sighs, “You know what I mean.”

“There’s nothing wrong with having fun, Onyankopon. You should have some fun these days.”

“It’s not fun to be put in that position, Mirabelle. They actually have a word for that.” he says, whipping the reins on the horse.

It moves forward, forcing me to jump back with a gasp.

I cup my hands over my mouth and yell, “What’s that?!”

“Torture!”

“Who’s got his panties in a twist?” I ask myself, watching Mr Grim Reaper himself head off into the gates of Shiganshina.

My stomach twists with unease. He makes it sound like I’m going to cause pain to Jean when that’s nowhere near what I want to do. It doesn’t hurt anyone to flirt and play around a little without any strings attached. At least that’s what it’s like back in Marley.

I could do it as much as I want, until—

“I-I’m not sure.” a voice comes from behind me.

Jean.

“Oh, hi!” I greet him and point in the direction of the gone man, “Did you hear that conversation by any chance?”

He shakes his head, “Just what you said at the end. Onyankopon seems a little grim.”

“Yeah, I think the meetings are getting to his head.” I answer, admiring Jean from below.

Up close, the guy’s big, tall and broad simultaneously. He has slender eyes paired with long, thin eyebrows which exudes a feminine aura amongst the straight nose and frowned mouth. Additional to that, there are those pretty, long lashes that cave his eyes; every fluttering blink is one alike to a lovely maiden. He’s quite handsome though, a gentlemanly handsome that is difficult to find within this field of work.

“I can imagine.” he says.

It appears he's curious about why I'm staring at him. He doesn’t back down or look away from me, he stares back this time.

So he’s not the nervous wreck I thought he was?

“I thought Hange was training me…” I say, peering behind his shoulder to see no zealous Hange running around, ready to train me.

“About that.” he sighs, “Commander’s gone to a meeting so she told me to train you instead and she sends her regards. I’m gonna be showing you how to use the ODM Gear, hoping that’s okay.”

“Huh…” I respond inquisitively and before I can stop myself, my hands are touching the cool rectangles on his hips. The technology here is definitely a lot more advanced than what I was expecting. It’s so…wait, “Why wouldn’t it be okay?”

I can see the alarms going off in his head.

“I don’t know.”

Has a woman never touched him before?

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out, “I—”

“Jean.” I utter, holding his shoulders in my hands. He tenses up immediately, answering my question right away, “You’re gonna train me just fine. Don’t be scared. Is this your first time?”

Both of us know the real reason why he’s shaking in his boots; however, neither of us can say the reason aloud.

“My-my first time?”

“First time training someone?” I clarify with a small giggle.

“No, it’s not.”

“Then, let’s go! Where’s the equipment?”

Jean brings me closer to the Walls. A green crate is loaded with ODM Gear equipment, including the gas cylinders, blades and harnesses. After putting on the various different equipment and being safely strapped up, Jean demonstrates how to use it.

“Your turn.” he prompts me.

“Okay.”

“So, you have to—”

I press the triggers, aiming high enough on the Wall and the gear yanks me up forcefully. I gasp, thinking I’m going to smash my face on the wall but I manage to plant my feet on the Wall, keeping my stance light on the surface.

“Like that?” I ask Jean, looking down at him.

He’s about twenty feet away from me, eyes widened to the brim, “T-That’s perfect! Can you get down?”

I do the same thing backwards and climb down the wall to meet him again.

“How?” Jean asks, his eyes glistening with admiration.

I pull back the strings and they snap into the contraption they come from. I laugh, “I don’t know! But that was really fun! Kinda like rock climbing.”

“Rock climbing…?” he questions, tilting his head to the side.

I forget how underdeveloped it is compared to Marley.

“It’s like a…sport, I think? People climb up rocks or walls using their hands and feet and there are these things that stick out that you use to push yourself up and climb up.” I explain, “I used to have to do rock climbing for training. It’s fun!”

He nods slowly, understanding the concept of it, “That does sounds fun.”

“When we go to Marley together, I can show you!” I tell him.

“Together?”

I want to bite my tongue.

“Not just the two of us! With everyone!” I declare, “Sasha, Conny, Armin, Mikasa, damn, even Captain Levi could climb.”

For the first time in my presence, Jean Kirstein slips out a genuine chuckle. Like he means it. There’s no nervousness exuding from him, rather the enjoyment of my presence.

“For sure, but I can’t get over how quick you grasped that. It’s not easy.” Jean replies, raising an eyebrow, “You’re good.”

I lean in slightly, dropping my voice a little, “I’m good at a lot of things, Jean…”

Just like that, the friendly air vanishes into the ether and is replaced with a drop of suggestion.

Jean freezes, dissecting my words before his cheeks turn red.

“Aw, look at you!” I point right in his face, “You’re blushing like crazy!”

“Am not!” he argues, quite defensively, “I don’t even know what you mean by that.”

“You are!” I laugh, finding his coyness amusing.

What’s the point of not admitting it when I watched him come to an understanding on what I just said?

“Whatever,” he huffs and points back at the Wall, “Let’s keep training.”

I can’t stop laughing at him.

“It’s not that funny.”

☆

“Wanna go to the Marleyan restaurant in Wall Rose?” Sasha asks the group.

“Of course you wanna go there.” Conny remarks, suggestion glinting in his eyes.

She hits him on the shoulder, red creeping onto the apple of her cheeks.

I furrow my eyebrows, wondering what’s going on with that comment. I don’t question it too much, fatigued from the combat training we just came from.

To no avail, Hange highly suggested that I join combat training on the island, despite me being a combat virtuoso. They said, although my combat is adequate, there’s always room for improvement and practising on different targets would do me more good than worse.

I couldn’t argue with them there.

However, I thought I had it in the bag and could convince them otherwise, that’s what put me down, not the training itself. I always thought of myself as a finesser but I guess Hange is just way too smart to finesse.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Jean appears beside me, peering down with a cautious look on his face.

I nod, “Just a little tired.”

“I see.” he answers, “Combat training can be tiring around here.”

“Mhm.”

“Stop flirting with Mirabelle and tell us what you wanna do, Jean!” Eren exclaims, playfully punching Jean on the shoulder, “Do you wanna go to Wall Rose?”

Jean shoves him out the way, “Get out of my face, asshole…and as for the restaurant, I don’t think we should go. Everyone’s tired. We gotta go all the way to Wall Rose to eat?”

“Yeah!” Sasha exclaims.

“You just wanna see—”

Sasha slaps her hand to Conny’s mouth instantly, “Shut your ass up. Wanna come, Mimi?”

“For sure. I don’t have anything for the rest of the day either.” I tell her.

“Are you sure?” Jean asks me, “I thought you’re tired.”

“She just said she wants to go!” Conny argues, gesturing both his hands at me flamboyantly

“I’m not asking you.” Jean replies and looks back at me, waiting for an answer.

I break into laughter, “I’m fine with it, really, but a Marleyan restaurant? Didn’t know you guys would have those ‘round here.”

“Best food I’ve ever had.” Mikasa speaks up indifferently.

Everyone hums in agreement at her statement.

The last time I’ve seen people react like that towards food was when—

“Let’s catch the carriage before it leaves for the Walls!”

We run towards the carriages stationed at the exit of the camp, climbing into whichever ones were accessible to us first. I end up in the last carriages, not wanting to get in between Conny and Eren fighting to see which one would go into the first carriage. Jean follows me into the third and final carriage, presumably for the same reason.

“Have they all gone in the other carriages?” Jean questions, peeking his head out of the carriage.

“Seems like it.”

After a subtle neigh at the front, the velvety carriage starts moving. It renders me silent for a second as I try to comprehend what’s happening.

No one else is in the carriage with us. I’m going to be going to the Walls with Jean alone. I’ll have forty-five minutes of him to myself.

“I have to say,” Jean begins, five minutes into the ride, “The way you killed those soldiers when you first came…it was amazing.”

I cross my leg over the other, slinking them back to me as I lean back, “You think so?”

Jean nods vigorously, “I haven’t seen anything like that before.”

“I could tell.”

He cocks an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

I take a trip down memory lane to the night before, re-imagining the look plastered on his face—the innocent intrigue and the shimmer of moonlight that swam in his light eyes. I can’t forget how he couldn’t take his eyes off of me, either. I felt so formidable in the moment.

“You seemed really curious,” I answer mildly. Offering a wry smile, I add, “It was cute.”

“Cute?!”

“Cute.” I repeat.

“Cute is not the word to describe me.” Jean retorts.

“Oh, yeah? Then, what are you?”

He rubs his chin, actually thinking about it.

I don’t know what starts it.

It must be the way his damn hair.

It falls in a way that looks incredible, it looks styled with a vehemence of boyishness. A

A sheen layer of sweat on his face, more visible when he looks to the side and the sun hits his face and rolled up sleeves to the elbow because of how hot it is out there. I've been trying to ignore it during combat but now, it’s making me squirm in my seat.

I think back to how he flung Eren to the ground as if he was just nothing to him, barely a sack of potatoes.

He’s so strong…I wonder if he can read my thoughts or I wonder if he can see how a pool of heat travels down to my womanhood and settles there like it’s its new home.

If he knew, would he let me take him right there?

“More like…handsome?”

Jean’s eyes sparkle again as he looks back at me—the same look in his face.

He has no fucking idea what he does to me.

I lean forward, arousal sticking to my clit as I mouth, “I’ll tell you what you are, Jean…”

“What’s that?” he asks, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

He must think I’m joking around.

“I think you’re sexy.”

The tension in his jaw slacks, “W-What? I don’t understand.”

“Let me explain it to you.” I reply and reach out to touch a finger to his knee, drawing erratic patterns on it. He tenses up as expected and it goes quiet for a second. All I can hear is the wheels of the carriage pulling us forward and the slight breeze that enters the carriage, sending a chill down my spine.

“There’s a drive in you that I’m attracted to. Your provider mindset, for one, tells me that you bring what is important to the table and you think about others before yourself. But you do it in a way that’s not showy, it’s just who you are. And, when you like someone, you really dedicate yourself to them. The way you think about those you like is only out of love. And, my favourite,” I ease back onto my cushioned seat, the silence from him being the loudest thing in this carriage, “How you lose all power when you look at me.”

The Big Jean makes himself small in his seat.

“I’m sorry.” he almost whispers.

“Sorry? Shouldn’t you be saying ‘thank you’? I just complimented you!”

“Thank you.” he breathes out as if there’s no oxygen in here. He peers at his lap before he looks up, brow furrowed and uncertain, “I think you’re incredible too, by the way. Ever since I saw you defeat those soldiers, I—”

The carriage comes to a halt.

“Huh?”

We exchange a confused glance.

I peer outside the carriage. The carriage in front of us opens their door and out comes Sasha and Connny. They come into our carriage and get settled in here.

“What’s going on?” Jean asks disappointedly.

I nearly chortle at the tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Eren started blabbering about freedom.” Sasha replies, getting comfortable next to me, “I couldn’t stand another second of it.”

“He doesn’t get it. No one wants to listen to the same speech again and again.” Conny sighs, sitting next to Jean. He looks between Jean and me, “Bro, you’re like proper sweating. Maybe we shouldn’t have left you here alone with Mirabelle. What have you done with him?”

I laugh at his accusatory tone, “We were just talking.”

“Talking? Jean’s cooking in his clothes.”

“Shut up!” Jean says, pushing him away from him.

Jean casually throws one leg on top of the other.

It’s only when I look closer I see something peek up at me.

He catches me looking and changes the way he sits so it’s less obvious.

Little did he know, I’ve seen those countless times and it only takes time before one explodes.

☆

“Where’s Jeanie-boy gone?” Conny pipes up when we’re seated in the restaurant.

There are massive fans all around the dining area, cooling us down.

“I think he’s in the bathroom.” I answer casually as I look at the menu in front of me.

The restaurant is by far the most luxurious thing I’ve seen on this island. That’s saying a lot as someone who takes frequent strolls in Sina to attend meetings here and there. It looks somewhat familiar too, in the sense of the vibes.

“He takin’ a shit or something?” Conny remarks, causing the others to laugh.

Conny doesn’t know why he’s in the bathroom. I do. I just keep it quiet.

“What’s the best thing they do here?” I ask Mikasa who happens to be sitting next to me.

“I heard they do the lobsters best—”

It clicks right there and then.

“Hello, everyone. What are you…Mirabelle?!”

I dread it.

I dread it so bad, a morbid anguish blossoming inside me as I blink up.

In front of me is none other than Niccolo.

My ex.

JEAN KIRSTEIN POV

Jean doesn’t like how eloquent Mirabelle is.

Her lips move so languidly yet, manages to say everything it needs to within a short time. The way she talked to him in the carriage somehow undid him and his pants. Being stuck in a restaurant bathroom where the walls are paper thin and trying to release the pent up was more than a mere struggle.

He’s like a putty in her hands, moulded and crafted for her to use.

“You make me feel powerful” she had told him.

He hates how, for once, he cannot control what’s happening in his body. It’s like she’s found his weak spot and is stepping into it. It makes him feel powerless—nothing but prey in her eyes.

After the Marleyan restaurant and the ride home, his friends wondered what was wrong with Jean, why their constant teasing wouldn’t rile him up like it usually would.

Even when Jean slips under his covers at night, he thinks about how Mirabelle spoke to him. Her voice had an effect, she had an effect on him that he couldn’t recover from.

But he couldn’t let himself fall for her.

No way.

That was a death wish.

He would put a lock on his cock before he imagined how her hands would feel tugging on his hair. Or, maybe how she would sound when he pushes into her. How about how she’d feel clenched around him, all wet and tight for him?

“Fuck!” Jean shouts, sitting up in his bed.

“What the hell, man?!” Conny yells back, equally as frustrated. He sits up, flicking on his lantern, “What’s wrong with your ass?”

“Nothing,” Jean grumbles, getting out of bed, “I’m going out.”

“Where are you going, baby?” Conny asks, softening his voice, “Come on here now. Don’t leave a damsel like me in bed all alone!”

Conny makes what is a horrible attempt of a woman moaning. However, it didn’t matter if it was horrible. Jean had had it. Anything remotely sexual was going to have a horrible impact on him. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen, he just knows it’s going to be bad.

He has to get out.

Outside the tent is a new world. He switches on his flashlight to guide him through the darkness to a place where he can unwind. Hopefully, a serene place where he can collect himself for a second and review what’s happening right now; somewhere with no commotion, just the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. Like the rocky pools a few hundred metres from here.

He’d accidentally discovered it on a walk a while back. Whenever Jean needed to run away for a while, he’d go there. It's been his designated spot.

He walks around the tents, strictly divided between the males, females and the leaders of the place.

Some lanterns still shone despite it being past two am.

There were soldiers still planning how to defeat the enemy, coming up with constructive plans and discussing them until dawn. Hange, Levi and Yelena are likely to be awake to be a part of these discussions. They’re saving humanity, meanwhile, Jean had his head wrapped around some woman like a little boy.

Speaking of the devil, Yelena walks right up to him.

“Kirstein, is it?” she asks, getting a good look at his face in the dark, “What are you doing awake?”

Yelena’s comrade has shaken up his mind and he had to go on a fucking walk to clear his head. Obviously, Jean couldn’t tell her that.

“Just walking around.” he grumbles.

“Strange,” she notes with a subtle nod that Jean’s not sure the meaning of. Yelena is a woman of little words and sometimes those words don’t make sense, “Anyways, could you do me a favour?”

“Sure.” he accepts before thinking over it.

Jean would do anything right now to rid his mind off anything from Mirabelle. He could go to the rocky pools after completing the delegated task.

“I have tons of things to do right now and need someone to assist me. Could you fetch Mirabelle from her tent?” she asks, “I doubt she’s asleep at this hour and I could really use a hand…Kirstein?”

He cannot escape her.

She’s everywhere, at all times, consuming his every thought and circumstance and there’s nothing he can do about it.

Jean sighs in defeat.

“Is there a problem?” Yelena probes.

He will die if he’s asked another question.

Shaking his head, he replies, “I’ll go get her. Where’s her tent?”

“It should be the one that’s the top left corner.” she relays, “Tell her to come to the meeting tent.”

“Okay.”

Yelena walks off the other way.

It takes everything in Jean not to explode right there and then.

He takes as much of his frustration out on a nearby pebble, kicking it away, simultaneously being aware that there are people sleeping in the tents surrounding him.

What did he do to deserve this? This is torture, absolutely torture and he wouldn’t wish this on his biggest enemy. As if there weren't already enough problems with planning an attack on Marley, Mirabelle had to make his life miserable.

What should he do?

Oh, but she is so pretty.

Where should he run to and scream?

I want to get to know her more.

He can’t have a full mental breakdown even if he wanted to.

He’s not one for mental breakdown but this…this was a different cause.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

It’s all wrong.

He refuses to back down.

In fact, he refuses to submit to her womanly wiles.

Jean is a strong guy, scratch that!

Jean is a strong man with a strong will and numerous strongly built morals. No woman can control him like he’s her personal toy just like that. He is not easily swooned or influenced by anyone. As it happens, he is guarded.

Who is she to him?

No one.

Exactly.

He will go to Mirabelle right this moment and act as if she had no effect on him!

Yes, there we go.

That’s the Jean he knew. Arrogant, reckless and the daredevil.

Off he goes, towards the ladies side of the camp.

As he makes his way, he can’t lie, his heart is clutched in a fist.

It’s the remaining effects of Mirabelle scouring his tainted mind. It’ll take time for her to be removed from his brain but time was all that was needed.

If not, a lobotomy will do and who better than Hange to perform it? It’s a joke, that’s a joke, right? Jean forces his thoughts to still. He had to do a task first and he needed his full concentration to complete it. He doesn’t have time to waste.

As he inches to the tent Yelena described, he notices that Mirabelle’s lantern is one of the only ones that are turned on this late into the night.

She’s one of the campers that got lucky enough to have a tent to themselves. There could be a specific reason why. He softens a little, wondering what she could be doing up so late.

Maybe she had trauma-induced insomnia and she couldn’t sleep? What if she needed someone to be by her side right now?

No, stop.

He’s going to march in there, deliver a message, leave and assert the dominance that she took from him.

That is until he sees something strange.

Two pairs of shoes scattered outside the tent, thrown as if they’d been discarded in a hurry. The tent entrance itself is slightly open. Warm light peeks through like a tease.

It beckons him to get a look at what he can through the tear of the tent…and halts in place.

“F-Fuck, yes~! Right there, right there…” she breathes out, “Nngh~”

Jean’s mouth runs dry.

“You’re doing so good.” a man says, his voice low and muffled.

Jean is about to pass out.

It could be a mistake.

Maybe he’s seeing something wrong?

Upon closer inspection tells him otherwise.

A man kneels between Mirabelle’s parted legs. He hooks his arms under her thighs and pulls her closer to his mouth, humming against her. Piercing his nails into the fat of her skin, demonstrating for anyone watching (Jean) that she is his.

The soft amber lanterns catch her breasts in the perfect angle, sitting beautifully on her chest. Of course he’s seen the anatomical body of a woman but like this? Never in a million years would Jean think he would see it tonight.

Mirabelle grabs his unruly blonde hair, pursing her lips. Her eyes flutter shut as she tilts her head back, the curve of her body arching, abdomen meeting the man’s forehead as she pushes him in harder. A desperate cry leaves her. It’s so velvety that Jean couldn’t believe it was her making those noises.

He shouldn’t be looking.

This is wrong of him.

Very wrong.

Jean is not a man, he is not moral, not strong-willed, not anything he wanted to be tonight.

As he’s about to turn away from the scene, seconds after accidentally looking in, Mirabelle’s head comes forward and her eyes lock with his.

It’s fueled with intensity. The golden flicker of the light takes a dip in her deliberate gaze. Instead of shock, all he sees is dark, wicked amusement plastered on her face like she’s won an award. She lets him watch, lets him bear witness to her, body moving with slow, languid precision, as though the very act of being observed excites her more. She doesn’t flinch or hesitate, she. Gets. Bolder.

She smirks before tipping her head back and putting on the performance of her life, “Yes, Niccolo! I’m close, I’m so fucking close, baby—I’m gonna, ah~!”

Jean runs.

He doesn’t know where he’s going, he just knows that he has to get the fuck out of here.

Dashing through the dirty paths of the camp, it’s like his lungs want to jump out of his body. He’s in flight mode

“Jean?! Where are you going?!” Yelena shouts at him.

“Don’t go to Mirabelle’s tent!” he warns her

She cackles as he sprints away.

Had she known? If she had, why the hell would she make him go? He should’ve stayed in his room with damsel Conny!

After a couple minutes of running, he arrives at the rocky pools.

Far enough.

Far enough, physically.

Mentally? Never.

He leans against a rock, much taller and sturdier than he is. It’s been a while since he had to break into a full sprint like that. He never imagined catching people fucking would be the cause of it.

He places his head on the rock, sweat dripping down his face and a situation to handle.

A rock hard cock under his pyjama pants.

Jean’s heart is racing like crazy and he grabs his clamouring chest, gulping nothing but dryness down his throat. On the other hand, his cock throbs with unease. He needs to get off. His morals tell him no.

Fact of the matter, he doesn’t really have a choice in this.

Mirabelle’s face floats into his mind, her moans, her breasts…

Jean groans, sliding down the rock and hitting the hard ground with a thump.

He is so verily screwed.

He is screwed in a way that he’s never been screwed before and will probably never be screwed the way he is screwed now.

He has to do what he has to do.

Jean brings out his cock from his pants. Why wouldn’t his mind just match with his dick? What is the pain in that? He wonders, is there some part of him…a truly, screwed up, primal side of him that likes the way he’s being treated?

Does he like her having him in control?

Is he a…cuck for watching them like that?!

No, no, I can’t be. Not that.

It’s her.

It’s her long, black hair cascading in waves down her back. She tucks it behind her ear mid-conversation, focused on what the other person says. She nods, smiles and a little physical contact; usually, it’s a pat on the back or a playful hit on the shoulder.

Her skin is a soft radiance, captured by the core of the sun's embrace and light of the moon’s spirit.

Her laugh is a high-pitched melody and sounds like she’s being possessed by a banshee half the time. Nevertheless, seeing the corners of her lips perk up at something he said makes Jean swelter.

And, her body.

God, her body.

A divine sculpture—the ridges of her collarbone, the angle of her rounded shoulders and the curve of her waist; he thumbs the tip of his cock.

He can’t hold back anymore, he can’t stop himself from wanting her.

He wants to kiss her everywhere, appreciate her for existing as she is. She’s like nothing he’s seen before in a woman and there’s nothing more he’d want than to be a part of her world.

A low moan escapes his lips.

Jean’s hand travels down the shaft of his cock, pumping it slowly. Precum slips through the crack of his palm, lubricating him.

The throbbing takes a second to ease into his hand. As uneasiness turns into pleasure, the breeze waves into his face, washing over him.

Jean needs more.

He imagines her here.

He imagines her warmth.

He imagines her asking him how he got into this mess and asking him if he’d like her to take care of him. She looks up at him, sinister eyes and a grin he cannot fully comprehend. It’s in the middle of adorably charming and shit-eating. He tells her ‘yes’ with a shaky breath.

She takes his cock in her hand.

She spits on his tip, expertly bringing it down. Because Jean knows she knows how to treat his cock.

Her lips meet his in an embrace, traces of the strawberry jam she always buys from the market, a saccharine overload in his mouth. That woman has a knack for sweet things, it’s a bad habit at this point.

So is this.

“Shit—” Jean moans, biting his bottom lip.

He closes his eyes, a black screen providing a blank canvas for painting the horrid things he desires. No one’s going to be roaming here at this time. He’s free to do whatever he wants.

Then, Mirabelle climbs on top of him, her hands holding onto the blades of his shoulder like they did when he was teaching her how to use the ODM Gear. That slight squeeze and stability that she gave him was enough to send shivers down his spine.

She sinks down onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She grabs his hair, tugs it back just enough for Jean to let out another moan. He puts his face into her chest, hugging his arms around her whole body. There would be no sign of letting go anytime soon. He’d keep her to his body. He would want to stay inside her as long as possible, to keep that connection as long as possible. Because if it ended, Jean would have a missing heart and a half.

Mirabelle would ride him. She bucks her hips and mewl in his ear, making it tingle. She tantalises him, softens him and bullies him. She knows how bad he wants her.

Jean would feel so fucking full inside of her and she’d be so tight around him. Her walls surround his cock so tightly, he’s lucky he doesn’t have to breathe from down there.

He pumps his cock harder, his hips coming up to meet his fist’s demand and finally, he releases.

Strings of white fly out as Jean lets go of himself, falling back on the trusty rock that was able to support him through all this.

His sight blurs as he peers at the cloudless sky. A billion stars just watched him pathetically imagine a girl and masturbate to it.

It’s okay if he was pathetic.

He can be fucking pathetic for her.

What mattered more was that he wishes she was actually here doing all that to him.

☆

Jean hasn’t recovered.

When he’s seated at the Marleyan restaurant the next afternoon alone, there’s an air of gloom. He has no idea what to do now.

He hasn’t had much to do today, but his friends were piled with heaps to do. There wasn’t room for distraction.

According to Hange, they like to give soldiers rest days so they could reset and have an actual break. They said that it’s better for them to be different from his friends. The reason being that people need breaks from people too.

Levi full disagreed with the whole concept but Hange said it was especially for Levi since his tolerance for people was at a negative. He couldn’t argue with that.

It just so happens that today is Jean’s break day and he was stuck in the Marleyan restaurant before opening (soldier benefits), eating a meal alone.

Was it bad to come to the place where Niccolo works? Maybe. But he’s sure Mirabelle won’t turn up here. She has a hundred MP meetings to attend to.

She simply has no business here.

He had successfully avoided her the whole day. He will continue to do so as a means to escape thinking about whatever the fuck happened last night.

The Devil herself had slithered into his dreams last night. This was after he caught Mirabelle and went to fist his cock by the pools. He woke up rock hard—no pun intended.

You can imagine how scrambled his mind, heart and dick are right now.

Jean was extremely lucky that Conny sleeps like a log or else he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of that. What if it got to Mirabelle?

Double kill.

Anyways, he had avoided her the whole day and treating himself during the restaurant’s close before dinner openings was the best way to go about his day. If he stayed in his tent the whole day, he would’ve gone crazy.

He may have done something he wasn’t supposed to.

Although there aren’t any chefs running around (they gotta take breaks too!), he’s able to control himself in a public space. There was that to applaud amongst this mess.

“Well, well, well,” someone says from behind him, lightly stroking his back, “If it isn’t Peeping Tom.”

Jean freezes against the touch. Time itself stops.

She swivels around to meet his face, fingers still on his back.

He isn’t imagining her here, this isn’t a dream, she’s really here.

Jean chokes on his lobster. So hard that he doubles over his plate.

“Oh no, you poor thing.” she utters.

Mirabelle grabs the jug of water, pours it into Jean’s empty glass. He reaches out to take it from her. She doesn’t meet him halfway. Instead, she drinks the water.

Jean gulps down the cough and stares at her.

She laughs, “Here. Drink it.”

Mirabelle presses the glass against his lips.

Jean’s on autopilot, he tilts his head back and lets her feed him the drink.

Then, she sets the drink down and stares at him a second too long.

He doesn’t know what to do, what to say, how to process this and he can feel himself slowly getting hard again.

She’s done nothing, absolutely nothing and he’s wordlessly done for.

She reaches out and cups one side of his face, wiping a stray water drop from his face.

She punctures into his gaze and every wall he tries to set up for himself. It turns into paper and finds his real self, putting it up for display.

“Such a pretty face.” she mumbles.

And then, before you know it, she drops his face and leaves the restaurant.

MIRABELLE WINDRIDER POV

“That’s absolutely outrageous!” Onyankopon cries, shooting up from his seat. He slams his hands on the table for effect.

I roll my eyes for what must be the hundredth time and yank him from the back of his blazer. He falls flatly on his armchair. The stress lines on his forehead aged him by twenty years.

The meeting room is silent but the faces of the MPs are tumultuous with worry. It’s not every day the Onyankopon breaks out in a frenzy. He’s easygoing for the most part.

I wish I could tell you why he burst out. Unfortunately, I’ve lost track of what the meeting was about. It’s some minute detail in the overarching plan.

When I agreed to go to all these boring meetings, what I’d been doing was dragging his ass back down and mediating the arguments that were happening. I’m only here for his comfort and support of these meetings.

I’m a perfect middleman.

I have to say, Paradis Island makes compelling insights. Yelena and Onyankopon do too. However, being the middleman, I have to take in consideration what is the best and causes the least harm and sometimes, both sides don’t seem to consider this as an option.

I appreciate my comrades for their work ethics. They’re more than comrades, they’re friends and if this makes their lives easier here in the meeting rooms, I’ll do it.

“Let’s take a break and resume later.” Pyxis instructs at last, “We need it.”

There’s no arguing there.

Everyone scours from the room, leaving Onyankopon and I alone.

“Can I bring you some water?” I ask gently.

The man is looking at his lap blankly.

Finally, he sighs, “No thank you. I would like to be left alone though. If that’s okay.”

“Sure.” I reply, standing up, “Collect your thoughts and we can talk again before the meeting. I’ll go take a breather too.”

“Okay.” he responds dryly.

I start heading towards the door.

“Mirabelle.” Onyankopon calls.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you, ” he tells me, “I appreciate that.”

I smile, “Love you.”

“...love you too.”

Leaving the room, I head down many flights of stairs of the Mitras’ parliament building. I bid my respects to Queen Historia, who is visiting for a council meeting of her own and step out into the chilly night air.

There’s something about today’s air that makes it so special. The wind flirts with my hair, winding its way through the seams of my clothing.

To think this meeting was going to take my whole day? I was not expecting that.

I do hope Onyankopon is alright though. This is a lot of stress for one person to take. I want to help my friends. The only way I can do that is take on more, study more and morph into a soldier. There’s only so much the Marleyans can do here with our restrictions and such.

At least Paradis has a whole army, we’re on our own out here. I don’t know what’s going on half the time. I’m here because I hate Marley and this was a chance to go against them.

I’ve seen enough to prove that it is not an adequate place to live in. Especially as someone who worked close to politicians. Greed, hatred and sin, committed again and again with no remorse entailing their actions.

That’s not what I want to be a part of.

Assassination used to be a way to make money as someone coming from a low-income family and had to survive. I had to kill to survive—isn’t that ironic?

It’s time for me to put that behind me and turn a new leaf.

There is real happiness rooted in this island.

Coming here, I’ve realised the difference.

I’ve met it through my new friends, new life and…Jean.

“Mirabelle.”

I swivel around.

It is no one but him.

He’s standing under a streetlight like a full force manifestation of my thoughts. Slightly perplexed, a little untidy from the day’s labour but all in all, Jean.

“I was just thinking about you.”

The way we meet these days is starting to not come off as surprises anymore. It’s almost as if there’s this small part of myself that expects him there.

“What?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. What are you doing here?”

“I…” he begins and drops his head, deeming the stoned ground more interesting than me, “I was just finishing up here, I was about to head back, actually.”

“Hm, must be fate,” I say, linking my arm around his. He flinches, “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” he answers, a little more confidently than I know he’s feeling right now.

A simple touch must break his insides indefinitely. So I innocently smile, squeezing his arm closer to my face. His arm is tough and plush at the same time, telling me that there’s a good amount of muscle but soft enough for a lady to lay her cheek on.

“Shall we?” I ask, nodding towards the empty street, “I don’t have much time.”

“Okay.”

We walk down the moonlit street in Wall Sina.

I can feel tension in Jean’s strides. Every step that hits the ground is rough and not fully taken before he takes the other one. He’s not walking fast but there’s an impatience to the way he does this time around.

He doesn’t walk like this—he usually takes confident, full steps. It’s enough to tell me he’s still awkward from that.

It’s been a few days since Jean walked in on me and Niccolo.

Jean’s presence was nothing out of the ordinary. It was right for him to be there, to watch me and wish it was him that was between my legs like that.

I, for one, do wish that.

Since he zeroed in on me like that, I’ve never wanted anything more.

I’d take it so slow, nice and slow, fuck into him until he eases into my body and can take over. There’s nothing hotter than a man who lets me take the lead in the bedroom.

Niccolo doesn’t do that.

He’s controlling, demanding and can barely make me cum.

I have to clear this up with Jean first.

I don’t want this to get in between us.

It could start something new though…

“About that night.” I say as we stop under a streetlight, “Niccolo and I aren’t together. Like, at all. He’s an ex.”

It flickers, a constant struggle to seize the light, only for it to evade at every attempt.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to walk into you and him. Yelena wanted me to get you—”

“No.” I interrupt firmly, “I know you like me and you liked what you saw.”

He unwinds his arm from mine, looking anywhere but at my face.

“I—”

He slowly backs up.

“You’ve felt that way from the start.” I continue, walking towards him, “It’s written all over your face. On the first night, in the carriage, when you walked in on me and, look, even now. Why can’t you just admit it?”

He hits the pillar of some desolate luxury motel, broad shoulders taking up the entire distance of it. Despite that, there’s this deniance furrowing in his eyebrows that I’m slowly starting to dislike. It was cute at the start but I need him to own up to it, own up to it like a man.

“...Mirabelle.”

What bullshit.

“Jean.” I state, looking up at him, “I want to fuck you so bad that it hurts.”

Like magic, the streetlight turns on. A gentle buzz maintains as I search his face. Red blossoms on his cheekbones but no words draw from his mouth.

“There you are, Mirabelle!” someone calls me.

Pyxis is in the distance, waving at me, “We oughta get going. The meeting is resuming soon.”

Talk about horrible timing.

“Right behind ya, baldie.” I reciprocate his wave.

Pyxis walks back towards the building and I turn back at Jean one last time.

One last chance…and…nothing.

I give up.

“Coming, Mirabelle:?” Pyxis calls.

“Yes!”

I walk away from what could have been.

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goth-mami-writer · 11 months ago

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~☆The Masterlist☆~

((That no one asked for cause, why not? :3))

♡Jujutsu Kaisen♡

"Paint Me" | Choso; Tattoo Artist AU/f!Reader

"His Sweet Little Intern" | Kento Nanami; College Professor AU/OC

"Lease Agreement" | Gojo×Geto×f!Reader (poly) College AU

♡Attack On Titan♡

"Some Shitty Nurse" | Levi Ackerman/f!Reader (you're his nurse after The Rumbling)

"Your Legacy, Mr. Ackermann." | Levi Ackerman/f!Reader (Queen Historia arranges you two in marriage)

♡Hellsing Ultimate♡

"La Vie En Rose" | Pip Bernadotte/Seras Victoria have bloody vampire sex!!

♡Hazbin Hotel♡

"Fine Tuned" | Alastor×F!Reader who works for a rival radio station in Pentagram City (shared fic with my lovely co-writing babe, Mera @short-honey-badger)

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peachymilkandcream · 1 year ago

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~Masterlists for each fandom~

[Rules apply for both fandoms]

Levi and Evelyn Masterlist

William Afton Masterlist

All Might Masterlist

Reiner Braun Masterlist

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besosdemedianocche · 19 days ago

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𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒; 𝐋. 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐎. 𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐃: 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐎 𝟐: 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐀

𝐌𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐎́ lentamente hasta llegar a la tela de mis boxers. Vacilé unos segundos antes de comenzar a frotar lentamente la creciente erección por encima de la tela.

Me imaginé sus manos sobre mí, sus dedos recorriéndome como si fueran los míos. Me imaginé su sonrisa, su voz, baja y dulce, diciéndome cosas que nunca confesaría en voz alta.

Mis movimientos comenzaron a acelerarse, cada roce haciendo que un jadeo se escapara de entre mis labios. Una fina capa de sudor comenzaba a formarse en mi frente, mi respiración volviéndose más pesada, más irregular.

Me aferré a las sábanas con mi mano libre, buscando un lugar de apoyo, mi cuerpo tensándose ante la fricción de mi mano. Sin poder aguantar un segundo más, me despojé de la tela que envolvía mi erección.

El frío me golpeó, haciendo que mi espalda se arqueara ligeramente, un escalofrío recorriendo mi columna hasta llegar a mi nuca. El contraste entre el aire helado y el calor que emanaba de mi cuerpo intensificando las sensaciones.

Mis dedos se movieron con mayor libertad, acariciando y apretando con una necesidad que solo ella podía saciar. Cerré los ojos, recordando sus palabras del día anterior. Recordé sus labios, los cuales habían pronunciado mi nombre de una manera tan hipnotizante que me había hecho dudar si había sido verdad.

Jadeos roncos llenaron la habitación vacía, mientras la presión en mi vientre crecía. Instintivamente, solté las sábanas y llevé mi mano hacia mi boca, presionando con fuerza para ahogar los gemidos que luchaban por escapar.

Mi espalda se arqueó una vez más, los músculos de mi abdomen tensándose mientras mordía mi palma con más fuerza para no dejar escapar el gemido que amenazaba con salir de mi garganta. Mis movimientos se volvieron más frenéticos, desesperados, mi cuerpo entero temblando bajo el peso de la necesidad.

Y entonces sucedió. Mi cuerpo entero se estremeció, un espasmo profundo que me dejó temblando las piernas. Sentí cómo la tensión que había acumulado se liberaba de golpe, el semen manchando mi estómago en el proceso.

Mi respiración quedó suspendida por un instante, y luego, con un pequeño jadeo, dejé caer mi mano.

Me quedé ahí, inmóvil, mi pecho subiendo y bajando con fuerza mientras el eco de mi respiración se mezclaba con el silencio de mi habitación. Observé mi mano, notando las leves marcas de mis dientes en ella.

Cerré los ojos, soltando un suspiro.

Abrí los ojos, observando el desastre que había dejado derramado por toda la cama.

—Qué puto asco.

[...]

Había dormido poco. O nada, en realidad.

Los recuerdos de la noche anterior todavía flotaban en mi mente. Me había dejado llevar. Me convencí de que lo que había hecho no estaba mal, tan solo fue un pequeño desliz, una situación la cual no iba a permitir que sucediera de nuevo.

Tendría que ignorarla, fingir que no existía.

Pero ese era el problema, ella estaba allí, ocupando cada rincón de mi mente.

Una parte de mi sentía disgusto, pero la otra... la otra la deseaba más de lo que era capaz de admitir.

Qué patético.

Entré al salón antes que nadie. El día había comenzado hacía apenas unas horas, los primeros rayos del sol atravesando las ventanas y llenando el lugar de una luz cálida y perezosa.

Me senté en un rincón, justo en el fondo. De mi mochila saqué un libro al azar, esperando poder despejar mi mente aunque sea un poco.

—Hola, Levi.

Levanté la vista lentamente. Allí estaba ella, la razón por la cual me había mantenido despierto la noche anterior, justo frente a mi.

—¿Puedo sentarme aquí? —preguntó, señalando la silla vacía junto a mi.

La miré en silencio un instante, intentando descifrar sus intenciones. Luego de unos segundos, encogí los hombros y desvié mi vista hacia mi libro.

—Haz lo que quieras —murmuré, intentando disimular los nervios que se empezaban a acumular en mi estómago.

Emilia se sentó, acomodándose con calma. Colocó su mochila en el respaldo de su silla, no sin antes sacar un pequeño bloc de notas y una lapicera.

—¿Qué hiciste anoche?

La pregunta hizo que mi cuerpo se tensara de forma abrupta. Podía ser... no. Era imposible, no había forma de que ella se hubiera enterado.

—Nada.

Emilia me miró fijamente con una sonrisa que no era capaz de descifrar en su rostro. Algo no encajaba. Se dio la vuelta para escribir en su bloc de notas con una calma casi inquietante.

Mi corazón comenzó a latir más rápido de lo normal. ¿Había alguna forma de qué ella realmente supiera lo que había hecho? Me forcé a pensar en otra cosa. Era imposible que ella supiera lo que había hecho.

El sonido de su lapicera contra el papel era lo único que rompía en silencio, pero, de repente, se detuvo. Levantó la mirada nuevamente y me observó por un instante.

—¿De verdad nada? —preguntó, su tono suave como una brisa.

Ella estaba jugando, ¿no? ¿O tal vez era una coincidencia? Me quedé en silencio, tratando de encontrar una salida.

—Nada —repetí, esta vez con un tono más firme, intentando convencerme a mí mismo de que realmente no había pasado nada.

Emilia no dijo nada más, pero pude notar un brillo en sus ojos. Ella no me creyó, lo sabía, podía verlo en sus ojos. Sabía que le estaba mintiendo.

Finalmente, regresó a su bloc de notas, y siguió escribiendo, pero esta vez sentí como la incomodidad era palpable. Incomodidad que solamente parecía sentir yo, ya que Emilia no había dicho ni hecho nada el resto de la clase.

El día pareció transcurrir con normalidad, aunque podía sentir que unos ojos marrones me perseguian, juzgándome.

Ojos que parecían saberlo todo.

#levi #levi ackerman #levi smut #levi x oc #levi x reader #levi x y/n #sub!levi #snk levi #captain levi #fanfic #wattpad

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iik1llz · 10 months ago

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𝜗℘ • Hello , once more. I’m looking for an aot rp, whether it’s a ship or platonic rp. I rp oc’s and canon characters , and i’d love to have someone to roleplay my favorite ships / characters with me.

ྀི • I don’t mind nsfw / smut but i’d like if there was a plot so that way it’s not all about the nsfw. I love fluff , angst , etc.

ꔛ 𓈒 • If we were to roleplay with my oc , i’d introduce him to you first. I’d love if we started all the way back while training to be a scout.

ೀ • The ships i like will be listed below , the characters i’m most familiar in playing will be highlighted in light blue.

Eren x Mikasa , Eren x Armin , Eren x Jean

Armin x Jean , Armin x Annie.

Mikasa x Annie , Mikasa x Sasha , Mikasa x Jean.

Reiner x Eren(?) , Erwin x Levi , And your suggestions.

Please comment on this post or DM me if interested , i would appreciate if you weren’t a one liner either , i may have barely started rping but i’d like to see how to write from you.

I only RP on discord , Which is @ hquntlui1.

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shiorihyugawrites · 1 month ago

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The Legendary Black Cat

Selena de la Rosa, known across Marley as the Legendary Black Cat, is the world's deadliest assassin—a master of agility, precision, and deception. When Marley turns against her, she is shipped to Paradis as a living weapon, chained and drugged, with her survival all but assured to be short-lived. But Selena is no ordinary prisoner.

Bound by no one, loyal to none, Selena plots her next move, determined to seize her freedom by any means necessary. Yet, her plans are complicated by the Scouts who captured her, particularly Captain Levi Ackerman—the so-called Humanity's Strongest Soldier. Selena is intrigued by his strength and reputation, but her pride refuses to acknowledge him as her equal.

Caught between Levi’s unrelenting gaze, Selena plays a dangerous game of manipulation. She’s biding her time, but when the moment comes, will her calculated escape bring her freedom—or will her path collide violently with Levi’s unwavering resolve?

The Black Cat has always landed on her feet, but for the first time, she might meet her match. (Levi x OC)

Chapter Four

The forest was silent except for the faint rustling of leaves and the heavy breathing of the scouts. Selena’s mocking laughter had faded into the night, leaving the group frozen in stunned disbelief. The scene before them was surreal—Captain Levi, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, stood disheveled, his uniform in tatters, blood dripping from shallow cuts across his arms and chest. His gray eyes burned with a fury that seemed to darken the entire forest.

No one spoke at first. They couldn’t. It was as though the very laws of reality had been upended. Levi didn’t lose. Levi didn’t get caught off guard. And Levi definitely didn’t get kissed by the enemy.

Finally, Jean broke the silence, his voice cracking with incredulity. “She… she kissed him.”

“What the hell was that!?” Connie added, his jaw practically on the floor. “Did she actually kiss him?”

“She kissed Captain Levi,” Sasha whispered, her eyes wide. “And then kicked his ass!”

Armin blinked rapidly, his analytical mind struggling to process what he had just witnessed. “I… I don’t even know what to say. That was… she was toying with him.”

Eren clenched his fists, his face twisted in frustration. “That wasn’t just toying! She humiliated him! Captain Levi doesn’t lose—how could she do that?”

Mikasa’s expression was harder to read, but her dark eyes flicked to Levi’s face. He was standing perfectly still, his hands clenched tightly around his remaining blade. The way his shoulders rose and fell with each breath betrayed just how furious he was.

Levi’s gaze dropped to the ground for a moment as he slowly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His movements were deliberate, restrained, as though he was using every ounce of his self-control to keep from exploding. The spot where Selena’s lips had pressed against his burned in his mind—not because of the kiss itself, but because of what it represented. He had underestimated her, and she had caught him slipping. That was unforgivable.

“Tch,” Levi muttered under his breath, his voice low and sharp. “Damn stray cat.”

Hange, who had been silent until now, suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Oh my god, Levi! She kissed you! That’s a first. How does it feel to be the target of such… bold affection?”

Levi shot her a glare that could’ve killed on sight. “Shut up, Hange,” he snapped, his voice icy. “Now’s not the time.”

“Oh, come on,” Hange said, grinning from ear to ear. “She kissed you and kicked your ass. You’ve got to admit, she’s… impressive.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Say another word, and I’ll kick your ass.”

Hange raised her hands in mock surrender, though her grin didn’t falter. “Fine, fine. But admit it—you respect her now, don’t you?”

Levi didn’t answer immediately. He hated to admit it, but she was right. Selena de la Rosa wasn’t just another opponent. She was the real deal. Her speed, precision, and flexibility had pushed him in ways few others ever had. She had read his movements, countered his attacks, and exploited his momentary lapse in focus with surgical precision. And that damn kiss…

“She’s skilled,” Levi said finally, his tone begrudging. “More skilled than I expected.”

“More skilled than any of us expected,” Erwin added, stepping forward. His blue eyes were calm, but there was a hint of something deeper in his gaze—concern, perhaps, or curiosity. “This wasn’t just a display of skill. It was psychological warfare. She wanted us to see that even our best isn’t invincible.”

Mikasa’s jaw tightened at the implication. “She humiliated all of us. What does she gain from that?”

“Control,” Armin said softly, his sharp mind piecing it together. “She’s establishing dominance. She wants us to know that she’s not afraid of us, and that she’s not to be underestimated.”

“Well, it worked,” Jean muttered, crossing his arms. “Because now I’m scared as hell.”

Eren scowled, his fists shaking. “We can’t just let her get away with this. We have to find her!”

Levi’s sharp gaze snapped to Eren, silencing him instantly. “Think before you act, Jaeger. She’s in control right now, not us. If you rush in like an idiot, she’ll cut you down before you even know what hit you.”

Eren bit back his retort, though his frustration was palpable. “Then what do we do?”

“We regroup,” Erwin said firmly. “Selena has the upper hand, but we can’t afford to let her out of our sight. She’s still in this forest. We’ll track her, but we do it carefully.”

Hange’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she adjusted her glasses. “Oh, this is going to be fun. I can’t wait to see what she does next.”

“She’s not a game,” Levi snapped. “She’s a threat. Don’t forget that.”

Hange shrugged, though her grin remained. “A threat, sure. But you can’t deny she’s fascinating. You don’t run into people like her every day.”

“Good,” Levi muttered darkly. “Once is more than enough.”

As the group moved to reorganize themselves, the younger scouts couldn’t stop murmuring among themselves.

“She kissed him,” Connie repeated for what felt like the hundredth time, his tone both incredulous and amused. “I still can’t get over it. She actually kissed Captain Levi.”

“Why would she do that?” Sasha asked, her brow furrowed. “It’s so… random.”

“It wasn’t random,” Armin said, his voice thoughtful. “It was deliberate. She knew it would throw him off.”

“Throw him off?” Jean scoffed. “It nearly killed him! Did you see his face? He looked like his soul left his body.”

Mikasa’s eyes flicked toward Levi, who was walking ahead of them in silence. “It worked. She escaped.”

“Not for long,” Eren growled. “We’ll find her.”

“She’s not just going to wait around,” Armin warned. “She’s always thinking ahead. We need to be smart about this.”

As the group continued, the tension in the air grew thicker. None of them had ever seen Levi pushed like that before, and it left them all with a lingering unease. If Selena could challenge Humanity’s Strongest Soldier, what hope did the rest of them have?

Levi stayed at the front of the group, his expression unreadable but his mind racing. Selena’s words and actions replayed in his head, her mocking grin and poison-green eyes burned into his memory. He had made the mistake of underestimating her, and she had capitalized on it with ruthless efficiency. The kiss… that was just the cherry on top. It wasn’t about affection; it was about control. And Levi hated losing control.

But even as anger simmered beneath his calm exterior, there was a part of him—however grudgingly—that respected her. Selena de la Rosa wasn’t just a killer. She was a tactician, a manipulator, and a force to be reckoned with. She had proven herself worthy of her reputation as Marley’s deadliest assassin.

Still, Levi wasn’t about to let her win. She had played her hand, but he wasn’t out of the game yet. The Black Cat might have landed on her feet this time, but the hunt was far from over.

“Tch,” Levi muttered under his breath. “Your move, Black Cat.”

…

Later on the group gathered around a makeshift table in the forest clearing, the night’s chill settling over them as they attempted to regroup and analyze the enigma that was Selena de la Rosa. Despite their injuries, no one could ignore the pressing need to understand their opponent. Levi stood at the head of the group, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his expression as grim as ever.

The scouts looked worse for wear. Eren’s uniform was scuffed, Mikasa’s blades were chipped, and Jean had a darkening bruise on his jaw. But all of them were united in their shock and frustration.

“She’s fast,” Armin began, his voice cautious. “Faster than anyone we’ve ever faced. Even you, Captain.”

Levi didn’t deny it. His gray eyes narrowed as he replayed the battle in his head. “She’s more than just fast,” he said. “She’s precise. Every movement, every strike—it’s calculated. She doesn’t waste energy.”

“What about that technique she used?” Mikasa asked, her dark eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

The room fell silent as they recalled the moment Selena unleashed her barrage of cuts. Even now, the memory sent shivers down their spines.

“It was insane,” Jean muttered, shaking his head. “She cut you—what? Eighty times in ten seconds?”

“Close,” Levi said, his voice cold. “It was exactly a hundred.”

Connie let out a low whistle, leaning back in his seat. “How do you even do that? I mean, I’ve heard of speed, but that’s just—”

“Inhuman,” Sasha finished for him, her face pale.

Levi’s jaw tightened as he thought about the way Selena had moved during that attack. The fluidity, the accuracy—it was unlike anything he’d ever encountered. “It wasn’t random,” he said. “She wasn’t just swinging wildly. She zigzagged her blades while striking, alternating between her left and right in perfect rhythm. It’s why she was able to land five cuts per second, with each blade in such a short amount of time.”

Mikasa frowned. “That level of skill… it would take years to master something like that.”

“Or a lifetime,” Levi said quietly, his voice edged with a grudging respect. “She’s been trained for this since she was a child. That technique isn’t just something she learned—it’s something she perfected.”

Armin’s brow furrowed in thought. “But it requires extreme precision. If she were even a fraction of a second off, she’d lose the rhythm and leave herself open.”

“Exactly,” Levi said, his gray eyes glinting. “It’s not invincible. It’s fast and overwhelming, but it’s not flawless.”

“But it might as well be,” Eren grumbled, his fists clenching. “You barely deflected it, Captain. The rest of us wouldn’t have stood a chance.”

Jean nodded grimly. “Yeah, I hate to admit it, but if she’d used that on us, we’d all be dead.”

Connie rubbed the back of his neck, his face pale. “Okay, so she’s fast, flexible, has killer aim, and apparently has a technique that’s impossible to block. Great. What the hell are we supposed to do about that?”

Levi’s sharp gaze swept over the group, silencing their murmurs. “She’s fast, but she’s not strong,” he said. “That’s her weakness.”

Armin tilted his head. “You mean physical strength?”

Levi nodded. “Her strikes lack power. She relies on speed and agility to overwhelm her opponents. But if you can slow her down, force her into a situation where she can’t use her agility, she’s vulnerable.”

“Slow her down?” Jean scoffed. “How do you slow down someone who moves like that?”

“By outthinking her,” Levi said bluntly. “She’s clever, but she’s not invincible. Everything she does is calculated. If we force her into a position where her calculations don’t work, she’ll falter.”

Armin nodded slowly, his sharp mind already working through the possibilities. “That’s why she relies on high ground and mobility. If we can take those away from her, we might stand a chance.”

“But she’s so unpredictable,” Mikasa pointed out. “Her fighting style is unlike anything we’ve seen. She’s flexible, almost inhumanly so. How do we prepare for that?”

Levi’s gaze hardened. “By being better.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of his words sinking in. Despite his seething anger over Selena’s escape, Levi couldn’t deny the grudging respect he had for her skills. She was the real deal—Marley’s greatest assassin. And now, she was their problem.

“What about her motives?” Hange asked, breaking the silence. “She spared everyone. Even you, Captain. If she’s so dangerous, why hold back?”

Levi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his mind wandered back to what the Marleyans had said about her refusal to titanize Eldian children. “She has a code,” he said finally. “She doesn’t kill children.”

“But we’re not children,” Eren said, his tone bitter. “We’re soldiers.”

“She sees you as children,” Levi said, his tone sharp. “Don’t let that fool you into thinking she’s soft. She spared you because she wanted to, not because she had to.”

Erwin, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, his tone measured and commanding. “Selena de la Rosa is unlike anyone we’ve faced before. Her skills, her tactics, her personality—they’re all designed to make her the perfect killer. But even she has weaknesses. Our job is to exploit them.”

“And what if she exploits ours first?” Sasha asked quietly.

Levi’s gaze flicked to her, his expression unyielding. “Then we don’t give her the chance.”

The group fell into silence again, the weight of their task pressing heavily on their shoulders. Selena was a force of nature, a predator unlike any they had encountered before. But Levi wasn’t about to let her win.

…

Perched high in the canopy of the forest, Selena sat on a sturdy branch, her body concealed by the shadows and foliage. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a silvery glow on her caramel skin. She dabbed water onto a shallow cut on her arm with a strip of fabric she’d torn from her makeshift dress. Her movements were calm, methodical. Next to her, a cluster of crushed berries sat in a small leaf bowl she had fashioned. She dipped her fingers into the dark juice and smeared it over her wound, wincing slightly at the sting.

“Good as new,” she murmured under her breath, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “That Capitán… he really does live up to the stories.”

Selena’s thoughts lingered on Levi Ackerman. The way he moved, the precision of his strikes, the sheer intensity of his presence—it was intoxicating. She admired strength, skill, and control, and Levi had all of those in spades. But admiration didn’t mean submission. She wouldn’t let him, or any of these scouts, capture her. No one would control her again.

“They’re all the same,” she muttered, her green eyes glinting with anger. “Orders, agendas, betrayal. I’ve seen it before. Marley wanted a weapon, and when they couldn’t control me, they tried to discard me.” Her jaw tightened as a flicker of bitterness crossed her face. “Never again.”

Selena cast a glance down at the forest floor, her sharp eyes scanning for movement. She knew Levi and his squad were already searching for her. She could almost feel him out there, stalking her like a predator, just as she had done to countless others. But the difference was clear: she was the Black Cat. And tonight, this forest was her domain.

Selena had spent the better part of the last hour preparing for this hunt. Using nothing but her surroundings and her quick wits, she had crafted an array of simple but effective traps. Thin vines twisted into tripwires, heavy branches rigged to snap under pressure, and clusters of dried leaves strategically placed to crackle loudly when disturbed. Each trap was designed not to harm, but to disorient and reveal the scouts’ positions.

She crouched next to one of her tripwires, ensuring it was taut. The plan was simple: force them to reveal themselves and lead them on a wild chase. She didn’t need to fight all of them again—not yet. All she needed was to stay one step ahead.

As she tightened the final vine, she paused and tilted her head, listening. The faint sound of footsteps reached her ears—quiet but not quiet enough. A small, satisfied smile crept across her lips.

“Time to play,” she whispered, darting silently back into the trees.

Levi led the group through the dense forest, his expression as sharp as the blades in his hands. The others followed closely, their weapons drawn and their eyes scanning every shadow. The tension was palpable, and no one dared to speak too loudly.

“She’s somewhere in here,” Levi said quietly, his voice cold and focused. “Stay alert. She’s fast, but she’s not invisible.”

Mikasa moved alongside him, her dark eyes flicking to the treetops. “She’s so skilled, she won’t make this easy.”

“She’s not just skilled,” Levi replied, his tone edged with irritation. “She’s resourceful. If you underestimate her, you’ll regret it.”

Jean huffed under his breath, glancing around nervously. “I already regret it. This whole forest feels like a trap.”

“Because it is a trap,” Armin said, his voice tight with unease. “Think about it—if she’s as smart as we’ve seen, she knows we’re coming. She’s probably been preparing.”

“Great,” Connie muttered. “So we’re walking straight into her little death maze. Fantastic.”

Eren scowled, his fists clenched. “We can’t let her outsmart us again. We just have to—”

A sudden SNAP cut him off, the sound loud and jarring. The group froze as a heavy branch swung down from above, narrowly missing Eren and slamming into the ground with a thud. A flock of birds scattered into the sky, their startled cries echoing through the trees.

“What the hell was that?!” Sasha yelped, jumping back.

“A trap,” Levi said flatly, his eyes scanning the area. “She’s marking our position.”

Another SNAP echoed from a few yards away, followed by the loud rustling of leaves. Then another. Selena’s traps were activating in sequence, their loud noises reverberating through the forest.

“She’s leading us somewhere,” Erwin said, his tone grim. “Or away from her.”

“She’s watching us,” Hange added, adjusting her glasses with a glint of excitement in her eyes. “She probably knows exactly where we are right now.”

Levi’s jaw tightened as he turned his gaze upward, scanning the treetops. He could feel her presence, like a shadow just out of reach. “She’s close,” he muttered. “But not for long.”

From her perch high above, Selena watched the scene unfold with a sly grin. The Scouts moved cautiously through the forest, their formation tight, their weapons ready. She had to admit, they were more disciplined than she had expected—especially Levi. He moved like a panther, his sharp gaze cutting through the darkness, his movements deliberate and controlled.

But discipline wasn’t enough. Selena had the advantage here. She had survived in places worse than this forest, and she had been studying its layout and had used it to her advantage. As the scouts triggered another of her traps—a tripwire that sent a shower of twigs crashing to the ground—Selena quietly retreated in the opposite direction, her movements as silent as a whisper.

“They’re good,” she murmured to herself, her poison-green eyes glinting with amusement. “But not good enough.”

Still, her heart raced with exhilaration. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating, and she couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed the challenge. Levi, in particular, was fascinating. His precision, his intensity, the way he never seemed to lose focus—it was almost enough to make her pause. Almost.

Selena smirked, her mind already forming her next move. The scouts thought they were hunting her, but she was the one in control. And as long as she stayed one step ahead, she intended to keep it that way.

“Catch me if you can, Capitán,” she whispered, disappearing deeper into the forest.

The stolen ODM blades gleamed faintly under the moonlight, their edges sharp but noticeably dulled from heavy use. Selena paused briefly to inspect them, running her fingers along their surfaces. They would suffice for now, but she knew they wouldn’t last long—especially if she faced Levi again.

“That Capitán doesn’t play fair,” she muttered to herself, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “But then again, neither do I.”

Her mind raced with possibilities. She needed an edge. Fighting Levi with worn blades wouldn’t be enough, but Selena was nothing if not resourceful. She’d observed the peculiar technology the Scouts used—ODM gear. It fascinated her how they zipped through the trees with unnatural speed and grace. But like all tools, it had its weaknesses, and Selena intended to exploit them.

She crouched in the shadows of the canopy, her poison-green eyes flicking toward the distant rustling of the scouts. They were moving cautiously now, but she knew it wouldn’t last. Soon, they’d tire of tripping over her traps and switch tactics. And when they did, she would be waiting.

Levi’s sharp voice cut through the forest. “Switch to ODM gear. Now.”

“But Captain—” Eren began, only to be silenced by Levi’s glare.

“We’re wasting time stumbling through her traps,” Levi said curtly. “She’s counting on us to stay grounded. If we stay low, we’ll never catch her.”

Erwin nodded in agreement. “She’s fast, but she can’t outmaneuver all of us in the air. Use the gear and stay sharp. She’ll be expecting this.”

The scouts exchanged uneasy glances before activating their ODM gear, the faint hiss of compressed gas breaking the quiet. With a series of clicks and whirs, they launched themselves into the air, the trees blurring around them as they began zipping in Selena’s direction.

“Finally,” Selena murmured from her hiding place. She watched their movements with predatory precision, her grin widening. “Just like I thought.”

As the scouts zipped through the trees, their confidence grew. The open air felt safer than the forest floor, where Selena’s traps had plagued them. Eren, fueled by frustration, moved ahead of the group, his blades drawn.

“She’s close,” he said, his eyes scanning the shadows. “I can feel it.”

“Stay in formation,” Mikasa warned, following closely behind him. “She could ambush us.”

Jean was close behind, muttering under his breath. “Yeah, and knowing her, she probably—”

SNAP!

Jean’s words were cut off as he slammed into a web of vines stretched between two trees. His body twisted awkwardly as the cords tangled around him, cutting off his momentum.

“What the hell?!” Jean shouted, struggling against the vines.

One by one, the scouts collided with the web. Connie and Sasha yelped as they became ensnared, their gear failing to slice through the vines quickly enough. Mikasa managed to halt herself just short of the trap, her sharp reflexes saving her from getting caught, but Armin wasn’t so lucky. He dangled helplessly, his blades slipping from his grasp in his panic.

“Cut yourselves free!” Erwin commanded from behind, his voice calm but firm.

Selena didn’t give them the chance.

As soon as the web ensnared the majority of the scouts, Selena struck. She crouched on a high branch, her chest rising and falling as she drew in a deep breath. Then she let it out—a piercing, ear-splitting scream that tore through the forest like a banshee’s wail.

The sound was so loud, so unnerving, that several of the scouts instinctively flinched. Connie yelped, Sasha dropped her blades in surprise, and even Mikasa’s grip faltered for a fraction of a second. The vines amplified the chaos, shaking violently as the ensnared scouts struggled to recover their bearings.

Selena wasted no time. She swooped down from her perch with the grace of her namesake, her stolen blades glinting in the moonlight. With a series of swift, precise strikes, she severed the cords connecting the scouts’ swords to their ODM gear. The weapons clattered uselessly to the ground, leaving the Scouts vulnerable and disarmed.

Her movements were so fast, so fluid, that the scouts didn’t fully register what had happened until she was already gone. By the time they looked up, Selena was standing a few yards away, two newly stolen blades in her hands and eight extras strapped across her back.

Levi had been the only one to react quickly enough. The moment he heard Selena’s scream, he had cut himself free from the vines and landed on the forest floor, his blades ready. He turned just in time to see her disarming the others with surgical precision, her movements a blur.

“Damn it,” Levi hissed under his breath, his gray eyes narrowing. He darted forward, his boots barely making a sound against the dirt. He reached Selena just as she turned to leave, his blade slashing toward her throat with lethal intent.

But Selena was ready. She twisted her body in a way that defied logic, narrowly dodging the blade as she pivoted to face him. Her poison-green eyes gleamed with excitement as she grinned.

“Capitán,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’re faster than the rest, I’ll give you that.”

Levi didn’t respond. His expression was cold, his gaze unrelenting as he lunged at her again, his strikes fast and precise. Selena deflected each one with practiced ease, her grin never faltering.

“Round two,” she said softly, her voice almost playful. She adjusted her grip on her stolen blades, her stance fluid and confident. “Let’s see if you can keep up this time.”

The tension in the air was electric as Levi and Selena squared off, the forest around them silent save for the faint rustle of leaves. The other scouts, still tangled in the vines, could only watch in stunned silence as Levi and Selena prepared to clash once more.

The Black Cat was ready to fight, and this time, she had no intention of holding back.

They clashed again, their blades ringing out with deafening precision. The scouts, tangled in vines or watching from the sidelines, could only gape in stunned disbelief at the sheer speed and chaos of their battle. Selena’s movements were mesmerizing—each strike, twist, and pivot executed with an almost inhuman grace. And Levi, sharp and relentless, countered her attacks with a ferocity that left no room for error.

But even as the two fought, Selena’s voice rang out, teasing and flirtatious, slicing through the tension like one of her stolen blades. “Ah, Capitán,” she purred, deflecting one of Levi’s strikes with a deft twist of her wrist. “You’re even more handsome when you’re angry.”

Levi didn’t answer. His jaw tightened, his gray eyes burning with frustration. He lunged again, aiming for her midsection, but Selena dodged with a spin, her short coiled curls catching the moonlight as she laughed.

“Careful,” she said with a smirk. “You might actually hurt me.”

Watching from the sidelines, Eren clenched his fists. “She’s toying with him,” he growled, his frustration evident. “We have to help.”

Armin, still tangled in the remains of Selena’s vine trap, hesitated. “But how? She’s too fast. If we charge in recklessly, we’ll just get in Captain Levi’s way.”

Mikasa, her eyes locked on Selena’s every movement, gripped her remaining blade tightly. “We have to try.”

Commander Erwin, his leg still smarting from the traps, made the decision for them. “Help Levi. Now. We can’t let her get away again.”

The scouts exchanged uneasy glances. Selena had defeated all of them with ease before, leaving their pride and confidence in tatters. Jean muttered under his breath, “This is insane. She’s going to lay us all out again.”

“She might,” Hange said with a grim smile, adjusting her glasses as she freed herself from the last of the vines. “But we can’t let that stop us. If we don’t help Levi, she’ll outmaneuver all of us. Now get moving!”

Spurred into action, the scouts armed themselves with whatever blades they had left. Mikasa led the charge, her dark eyes blazing with determination. “We’ll go together,” she said, her voice steady. “She can’t block all of us at once.”

Selena caught the flicker of movement from the corner of her eye and turned slightly, her smirk widening as the scouts launched their attack. Levi lunged for her again, but she sidestepped him gracefully, her focus shifting to the approaching group.

Her stance shifted subtly, her feet repositioning on the forest floor with an elegance that didn’t escape Levi’s sharp gaze. His eyes narrowed as realization dawned. She’s going to use another one of those techniques.

The scouts charged in a coordinated assault, their blades flashing in the moonlight. Mikasa reached Selena first, her sword arcing toward Selena’s shoulder. But just as it was about to connect, Selena’s body twisted with a fluidity that defied reason. She pivoted sharply, avoiding the strike entirely, and began to move—the Waltz Of The Flowers.

It was unlike anything the scouts had ever seen. Selena spun, her blades flashing in perfect rhythm as she danced through their ranks. Each pivot brought another strike—clean, precise, and devastating. Within seconds, the forest became her stage, and the scouts were her unwilling partners.

Eren lunged at her from the left, but she ducked low, her blade grazing his side before she twisted and struck Jean’s sword from his hand. Mikasa swung again, but Selena danced away, pivoting into a spin that brought her blade across Connie’s chest, leaving a shallow but painful cut.

Sasha cried out as Selena’s blade grazed her shoulder, and Armin barely had time to raise his blade before it was knocked from his grasp. Each movement was calculated, each strike delivered with pinpoint accuracy.

Erwin and Hange attempted to flank her, but Selena’s focus shifted seamlessly. She struck Erwin first, her blade carving a deep gash in his shoulder that sent him staggering back. Hange’s attack was met with a graceful spin, and Selena’s blade left a sharp cut along her leg.

In less than thirty seconds, it was over.

The scouts lay scattered across the forest floor, groaning in pain and disbelief. None of them were dead—Selena had held back—but their pride and confidence were thoroughly shattered. Selena stood in the center of the chaos, her posture relaxed, her breathing steady. She had barely broken a sweat.

Levi, however, was far from finished.

He clenched his teeth in frustration as he charged at Selena again, his blade cutting through the air with deadly precision. He had sustained a cut to his arm during her technique, but he didn’t let it slow him down. His focus was razor-sharp, his movements unrelenting.

Selena’s grin widened as she parried his strikes, her green eyes gleaming with exhilaration. “You’re persistent,” she said, her voice almost playful. “But persistence isn’t enough.”

Levi didn’t answer. He pressed forward, his strikes coming faster and harder. Selena matched him step for step, her agility and flexibility allowing her to dodge and counter with unnerving ease. But Levi had learned from their first encounter. He could see the faint patterns in her movements, the way her body shifted before each strike.

When she adjusted her stance again, her feet pivoting sharply, Levi recognized the motion instantly. She’s setting up for that cutting technique again.

Selena’s movements became a blur as she prepared to unleash her devastating attack—the 100 Cuts of Pain. Levi braced himself, his gray eyes locked on hers. This time, he was ready.

The sound of blades slicing through the air filled the forest as Selena executed her technique, but Levi moved with precision and instinct. He dodged and deflected, managing to avoid most of the strikes. By the time Selena’s attack ended, he had only sustained about ten shallow cuts—but it was enough to anger him further.

Before Selena could recover, Levi surged forward. He grabbed her by the neck with one hand, his other gripping his blade as he forced her to the ground. Selena’s eyes widened slightly, but her smirk didn’t falter.

“Well,” she said softly, her voice tinged with amusement. “Looks like the Capitán finally got his hands on me.”

Levi’s grip tightened, his gray eyes burning with a mixture of frustration and determination. “You’re not getting away this time.”

Selena’s grin widened, her poison-green eyes gleaming with defiance even as she lay pinned beneath him. “We’ll see about that.”

Levi's knee pressed firmly into Selena’s stomach as his iron grip pinned her neck to the ground, while his other hand gripped her wrists together. His cold gray eyes burned with frustration and determination, while Selena’s poison-green ones sparkled with mischief and amusement. Despite being at a clear disadvantage, Selena still had the audacity to grin up at him, her lips curling into a sultry smirk.

“You know,” she purred, her voice low and teasing, “You’re turning me on, Capitán. Your hand around my neck, the way you’re manhandling me—it’s kind of hot.”

The silence in the forest was deafening. Every scout, from Erwin to Sasha, froze where they sat nursing their wounds. Sasha let out a small squeak of disbelief. Jean’s jaw dropped. Connie audibly muttered, “What the hell is wrong with her?” Eren stared, his fists trembling in frustration, while Mikasa’s expression darkened. Even Hange, usually unflappable, blinked in astonishment as she adjusted her glasses.

Levi, however, was seething. His lips curled into a snarl as he glared down at her. “Shut your shitty mouth,” he growled, his voice cold and venomous.

Selena only laughed, undeterred. “Why so serious, Capitán? You don’t like a little foreplay?”

Before Levi could respond, Selena suddenly arched her back and swung her right leg up with breathtaking flexibility, hooking it over his shoulder. With a sharp push from the back of her knee, she propelled herself upward, using the leverage to almost roll out from under him.

Levi reacted instantly, his hand snapping out to grab her leg and slam her back into the dirt. His grip tightened as he wrestled her into submission, holding both of her wrists in one hand. His other hand clamped down firmly on her thigh, immobilizing her right leg before she could try another stunt.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Levi hissed through gritted teeth.

Selena raised a single eyebrow, her smirk undeterred.

She shifted again, this time using her free left leg to hook around the right side of Levi’s neck. With an impressive burst of strength, she tried to lift herself off the ground, twisting her body in an almost serpentine motion. The maneuver nearly worked—her flexibility and agility were unmatched—but Levi’s grip on her thigh tightened at the last second, slamming her back down.

“Enough,” Levi snapped, flipping her onto her stomach and pinning her wrists behind her back. He placed a knee on her lower back, his other hand pressing firmly on her thigh to keep her from wriggling free. For a moment, it seemed like she was finally subdued.

But Selena wasn’t done. She arched her back in a deliberate, calculated motion, pressing her hips upward and causing her butt to push against Levi’s crotch. The sudden, awkward contact made Levi falter for just a fraction of a second, his grip loosening ever so slightly.

“Damn it,” Levi hissed under his breath, his frustration mounting.

Selena seized the opportunity, twisting her body with remarkable speed and turning onto her back. Levi tried to regain control, pinning her arms above her head, but Selena wrapped her legs around his neck, squeezing tightly as she forced him back and tried to choke him. The two were locked in a tense hold, each struggling to overpower the other. Their movements were so intense, so precise, that the surrounding scouts could do nothing but watch in stunned silence.

The tension built as the stalemate dragged on. Both of them were breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. But Levi’s superior physical strength began to prevail, his grip tightening and his movements growing more deliberate as he pried Selena’s legs around his neck with his free hand. But Selena had one last trick up her sleeve.

Her sharp eyes observed Levi’s expression, noting every flicker of emotion that crossed his face. One thing she had learned about him in their short time together was that Levi Ackerman was meticulous, precise,—especially about cleanliness. And he also seemed to care very much for his comrades.

A wicked idea formed in her mind.

She hocked back her saliva loudly, making it clear what she was about to do. “You know, Capitán,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery, “you don’t want to keep me pinned like this. I might get… messy.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly, a look of pure disgust flashing across his face. “You wouldn’t dare,” he snarled.

Selena smirked, repeating the motion dramatically as if preparing to spit right in his face. Levi instinctively pulled his head back, his grip on her wrists faltering for just a moment. It was all Selena needed.

With lightning speed, she twisted her arm free and reached for one of the spare blades strapped to her back and flung it into the dark forest. Levi’s grip returned immediately, slamming her back into the dirt, but Selena’s plan was already in motion.

“What the hell did you just—” Levi began, but his words were cut off by the sound of snapping branches above them.

Selena had thrown the blade with accuracy, striking a tree she had noticed earlier—a massive oak with an old, heavy branch that hung precariously over the scouts. The blade embedded itself in the branch’s weak point, sending it crashing downward with alarming speed.

Levi’s eyes widened as he heard the sharp crack of wood splitting, his head snapping toward the sound. The branch was tumbling straight toward the injured scouts below.

“Shit,” Levi hissed, releasing Selena without a second thought. His ODM gear activated with a hiss as he launched himself toward the falling branch.

Erwin and Mikasa shouted warnings, but it was too late for most of them to react. Sasha, Armin, and Hange were directly in the branch’s path, their faces pale as they struggled to move in time. Levi reached them just as the branch was about to hit, slicing it into pieces with two precise swings of his blade. The shattered wood thudded harmlessly to the ground, scattering debris but leaving everyone unharmed.

“Move faster next time,” Levi growled, his tone icy as he glared at the shaken group.

But Selena was gone.

The moment Levi let go of her, she had bolted into the shadows, darting through the trees with the grace and speed of her namesake. She reached the riverbank in seconds, her heart pounding with exhilaration. Without hesitation, she dove into the water, her body disappearing beneath the dark surface.

By the time the scouts regrouped and reached the river, there was no sign of her. The water was too dark, the current too swift, and their injuries too severe to pursue her further.

Eren slammed his fist into the ground, his face twisted with rage. “Damn it! She got away again!”

“Of course she did,” Jean muttered, his tone bitter. “She always does.”

Levi stood at the riverbank, his fists clenched tightly. His cuts stung, his pride burned, and his frustration was palpable. He couldn’t believe it. For the second time, Selena de la Rosa had slipped through his fingers.His gray eyes scanned the dark surface of the water as though willing her to reappear, but he knew she was gone. The Black Cat had slipped through his grasp once again, and the fury bubbling inside him was palpable.

Behind him, the scouts staggered into the clearing, their movements sluggish and pained. Mikasa’s uniform was torn, blood dripping from a shallow cut on her arm. Armin limped slightly, his face pale and his eyes wide with lingering fear. Sasha and Connie leaned on each other for support, both sporting fresh bruises and cuts. Even Erwin and Hange, usually composed, bore the marks of Selena’s devastating technique.

Levi turned slowly to face them, his expression thunderous. The scouts froze under his gaze, the sheer intensity of his anger hitting them like a physical force. No one dared to speak. The only sound was the faint rustling of leaves and the uneven breaths of the injured.

“That sneaky little bitch,” Levi growled, his voice low and dangerous. The words dripped with venom, each syllable a razor-sharp blade. “She got away again.”

Jean, standing slightly to the side, muttered under his breath, “Of course she did. She’s like a ghost.”

Levi’s glare snapped to Jean, silencing him instantly. “She’s not a ghost,” he said, his tone ice-cold. “She’s flesh and blood. And the next time I see her, I’ll skin her alive.”

Mikasa adjusted her grip on her remaining blade, her dark eyes flicking to Levi. “We can go after her,” she said, her voice steady despite her injuries. “We can still catch her if we—”

“No,” Levi cut her off sharply. His gaze swept over the group, taking in their battered forms. “Look at yourselves. You’re all injured, tired, and half-useless right now. She knows it. She’ll have more traps set, waiting for us to stumble into them.”

Eren’s fists clenched, his frustration boiling over. “So what are we supposed to do? Just let her go? After everything she’s done?”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, and Eren immediately regretted speaking. “She’s not getting away,” Levi said, his voice deceptively calm. “But if we rush in like idiots, we’ll all end up dead. She’s smart, faster than any of you, and probably has traps waiting for us all over this forest. Use your damn heads.”

Eren bit his lip, glancing at Armin for support. Armin, however, remained silent, his expression thoughtful but grim.

Erwin stepped forward, leaning slightly on his uninjured leg. His voice was calm, but the weight of their failure was evident in his tone. “Levi’s right. We’re in no condition to continue pursuing her tonight. Our priority is regrouping and tending to our injuries.”

“But Commander,” Hange protested, wincing as she adjusted the torn fabric over her wounded shoulder. “If we let her get too far, we might lose her completely.”

“We won’t lose her,” Levi interjected, his voice like steel. “She’s not running away. She’s playing a game, and she’ll keep playing until she thinks she’s won.”

Sasha, her voice shaky, piped up from where she sat nursing a bruised rib. “She’s not… normal. The way she fights, the way she moves… It’s like she’s not even human.”

“She’s human,” Levi snapped, his gray eyes flashing. “She bleeds, just like the rest of us. And I’ll make her bleed again.”

Jean glanced at Connie nervously before speaking. “Captain, she almost killed some of us tonight. I mean, if that branch had fallen a second earlier, Hange Armin and Sasha would’ve—”

“Don’t remind me,” Levi said curtly, his voice cold but simmering with anger. His gaze briefly flicked to Hange, Armin and Sasha, all of whom avoided his eyes. The realization that he had been forced to let Selena go to save his squad gnawed at him like a festering wound. She had played him, and he hated her for it.

Levi turned back toward the river, his jaw tightening. He could still see her in his mind’s eye—those poison-green eyes, that infuriating smirk, the way she moved like a shadow through the trees. She had embarrassed him, humiliated him in front of his squad, and nearly killed his comrades. But more than that, she had forced him to make a choice: his team or his pride.

Levi Ackerman didn’t lose. Not to Titans, not to enemies, and certainly not to some cocky assassin with a flair for theatrics. The next time he crossed paths with Selena de la Rosa, he wouldn’t make the same mistake. He would end her.

“She’s made her move,” Levi said quietly, his voice cold and resolute. “But this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.”

Erwin nodded, his expression grim. “We’ll regroup and strategize. This isn’t a defeat—it’s a delay.”

Hange adjusted her glasses, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the tension. “She’s good. But Levi’s better. I’d bet my glasses on it.”

Levi said nothing, his gaze fixed on the dark forest beyond the river. The anger rolling off him was almost tangible, a quiet storm waiting to unleash its fury. His squad could feel it, the weight of his resolve bearing down on them like a physical force.

“Rest up,” Levi ordered, his tone sharp and unyielding. “We’ll find her. And when we do…” His voice trailed off, but the threat hung heavy in the air.

The younger Scouts exchanged uneasy glances. Eren looked ready to burst with frustration, while Mikasa’s eyes glinted with determination. Jean muttered something under his breath about “crazy assassins,” and Connie leaned against Sasha, his face pale but resolute.

“Do you think we’ll stand a chance next time?” Sasha asked quietly, her voice laced with doubt.

Mikasa’s grip on her blade tightened. “We’ll have to.”

Armin shook his head slowly, his voice soft but firm. “We’ll need to be smarter. She’s not just fast—she’s strategic. She reads us like a book.”

“And we’ll be ready,” Levi said flatly, his words cutting through the murmurs. “Because the next time I see that filthy stray cat, I’ll make sure she doesn’t escape. Not again.”

The night deepened, the forest shrouded in an oppressive silence. Somewhere beyond the river, Selena de la Rosa was out there, no doubt smirking to herself. But Levi didn’t care. His anger, his determination—it would fuel him for the battles ahead. The hunt wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.

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