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Mikasa was already steeling herself, jaw clenched tightly, as Armin adjusted his uniform with shaking hands. They both planned on pleading for Eren one last time, hoping to sway the Premier’s decision. But before they could even leave the room, a young scout came rushing in, his face pale as he stumbled into the meeting room.

“The Premier… he’s dead,” the scout announced, his voice barely more than a whisper. His words hit the room like a punch, sending a wave of disbelief through everyone.

“What?” Levi’s sharp voice cut through the stunned silence as he fixed the scout with an intense gaze. “What the hell are you talking about?”

The scout swallowed, his hands trembling. “He was… they found him dead. Just now, face down at his desk. They’re investigating, but the cause is unknown.”

A heavy silence settled over them, each face reflecting various shades of shock and suspicion. Levi clenched his fists, his brow furrowing deeply. “We need answers. Now.” His voice was a barely-contained growl.

As a unit, they quickly made their way to the Premier’s office. The normally busy hallways of headquarters felt eerily silent, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting to understand what had just occurred. When they reached the Premier’s office, they found a cluster of MPs gathered outside, murmuring in confusion. A doctor was just pulling a white sheet over the Premier’s body, lying slumped across his desk.

The scouts gathered around, each one silent as they took in the scene. Beneath the sheet, the Premier’s hands lay in plain view, the skin mottled with an unnatural purple hue. Veins ran like dark rivers along his forearms, bulging and discolored. Hange knelt closer, inspecting the strange coloration with narrowed eyes.

“What could’ve done this?” Jean muttered, looking almost sickened by the sight.

The doctor shook his head, still examining the body with a troubled expression. “I’ve never seen anything like it. There are no visible wounds, no signs of poisoning that we’re familiar with. He looked perfectly fine yesterday,” the doctor replied, a hint of frustration lacing his tone. “We’re running tests, but I can’t say what caused this.”

“Perfectly fine yesterday…” Levi echoed, his eyes narrowing as his mind raced. “Who was in contact with him over the last few days?”

The doctor looked up, clearly uncomfortable with the line of questioning. “That’s… that’s still being determined. He had several meetings, including with some scout members and government officials, but we’ll need to go through the records.”

Levi’s eyes flickered with an intensity that made everyone tense. “I want a full report. Everyone he spoke with, every interaction he had,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Mikasa and Armin exchanged uneasy glances. It was too convenient, too sudden, especially with the timing. The death of the Premier, just as they were set to determine Eren’s fate… it felt too orchestrated.

Sasha whispered under her breath, “Do you think… someone did this to protect Eren?”

“Someone?” Connie echoed, casting a wary look around the room. “You think Eren’s got someone pulling strings in the government?”

“Who else would benefit from the Premier dying now?” Hange said, her brow furrowed as she studied the scene. “Whoever wanted Eren’s powers transferred would’ve needed the Premier’s authority. Now that he’s dead, any decisions about Eren are stalled.”

Jean crossed his arms, his voice thick with frustration. “So what does that mean? Do we just sit around while Eren goes rogue?”

“No,” Levi said sharply, his gaze fixed on the doctor and the MPs who were still at a loss. “We find out what happened here, and we don’t let our guard down.”

Armin stepped closer, his face pale but resolved. “If someone killed the Premier… they might go after anyone else who tries to control Eren. It means he’s got someone working with him.”

The words lingered uncomfortably in the air. Each of them could think of only a handful of people close enough to Eren who is capable of something like this. And each of them knew that whoever was behind it wouldn’t stop until Eren was free.

Mikasa’s face hardened, her voice almost pleading as she looked at Levi. “You know Eren wouldn’t have done this. He doesn’t kill people like this.”

Levi met her gaze, a complicated look passing over his features. “Mikasa, Eren’s changed. We don’t know how far he’s willing to go anymore.”

Jean scoffed, frustration boiling over. “This is insane. If Eren’s got people killing for him to keep his powers, then we’re dealing with something worse than we thought. How many more people are going to die before he’s stopped?”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Hange said, her tone calm but serious. “We don’t know who’s responsible, and until we do, we can’t assume it’s directly linked to Eren.”

“Then who?” Jean demanded. “Who else benefits from this?”

Levi’s gaze turned distant, as if he were piecing together a puzzle in his mind. “Someone with a vested interest in keeping Eren in power. Someone who believes in his vision, no matter the cost.”

Mikasa clenched her fists. “So you think it’s one of us? Someone in the Scouts?”

Levi shook his head. “Not just the Scouts. This could go deeper. And we need to find out just how deep.”

The room fell silent as Levi’s words settled over them, each of them realizing just how dangerous the situation had become. With the Premier dead, the military in chaos, and Eren potentially on the loose, they were facing a threat unlike anything they’d encountered before.

As Hange continued her careful examination of the Premier’s arms with the doctor, she pointed to the unnatural purple veins running along his skin. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned closer. “This discoloration… I think it could be the result of some kind of poison,” she murmured thoughtfully.

The doctor nodded slowly, studying the same marks with a deep frown. “If it is poison, it’s unlike any we’re familiar with. The reaction is too localized, and these veins… this isn’t a typical symptom.”

They began to scan the room, checking every object that the Premier might have touched or consumed in the last few hours. Levi, however, was barely paying attention. His mind was racing, and he couldn’t shake a suspicion that was beginning to settle heavily in his chest.

Poison. 

He had seen enough things in his life to know it was often a preferred weapon of those who didn’t want a direct confrontation — calculated, quiet, and effective. And when he thought of those traits, his mind inevitably circled back to someone specific: Aurora Jaeger. Only days before, she had apparently been on edge, insisting on a meeting with the Premier, supposedly to plead for her husband’s life.

He gritted his teeth. That meeting had seemed unusual from the start, and her full background was still shrouded in mystery. She was no soldier, but she knew her way around herbs and concoctions, and she’d stayed with Eren, hiding in a secluded cabin in Marley for seven months. Anything could’ve happened during that time — she could have easily learned skills no one knew about.

“Levi!” Hange’s voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back into the room. She held up a delicate porcelain cup, the remains of tea swirling in its base. “There are trace substances in here,” she said. “They’re faint, but with the right tools, I think we can identify them. It looks like he drank this right before he died.”

The doctor inspected the cup, nodding in agreement. “I’ll send it to the lab for a full analysis, but yes… this could very well be the source.”

Levi’s gaze darkened as he processed the information, and he clenched his fists tightly. Poison in the tea… it was all beginning to align. Just then, one of the MPs hurried into the room, a small stack of documents in hand.

“Captain Levi,” the MP addressed him. “These are the visitor records for the Premier’s office over the past week.”

Levi snatched the stack, flipping through it with a quick, practiced eye. He scanned over the familiar names of military officials and advisors, each entry further fueling his suspicions. And then, there it was — three days ago, Aurora Jaeger’s name was listed, accompanied by none other than Floch Forster.

“So she really did come here…” Levi muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing.

“What are you thinking, Levi?” Hange asked, catching the shift in his expression.

Levi set his jaw. “Aurora visited the Premier three days ago. She wasn’t here as a scout or a military officer, but as Eren’s wife, pleading for his life. Now, three days later, the Premier’s dead, likely poisoned by her.”

Hange’s eyes widened slightly. “You think Aurora poisoned him?”

Levi shook his head, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “I think it’s a strong possibility. She’s been living with Eren for months, learning god-knows-what while hiding out with him. She’s not just some innocent civilian.”

The doctor interjected cautiously, “Poisoned or not, we don’t have definitive proof of any specific culprit. It could be a coincidence—”

“Coincidence or not, it’s damn suspicious,” Levi snapped, not taking his eyes off the record. “She’s an expert in herbalism. If anyone could get their hands on something potent and undetectable, it’d be her. And Eren’s not stupid. He’d know exactly who to use to ensure this plan went through.”

Hange looked thoughtful, the wheels turning in her mind. “If Aurora did poison the Premier, it means she’s deeper into this plan with Eren than we thought. But we need more than just a hunch, Levi. We need solid evidence.”

Levi exhaled sharply, his mind already working on a plan. “Then we get the evidence. I want Aurora brought in for questioning,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for debate.

“But Captain,” Armin interjected, his voice pleading. “What if she’s innocent? If Eren loves her, maybe she just wanted to protect him… maybe she didn’t do it.”

Levi shot him a steely look. “And if she did? We’re dealing with a man who is willing to kill innocent civilians and children to get what he wants, Armin. If she’s involved, she’s a danger to all of us. We can’t ignore this.”

Mikasa looked down, torn between her loyalty to Eren and the growing suspicion that had begun gnawing at her since Aurora’s arrival. She didn’t want to believe it, but even she couldn’t ignore the strange feeling in her gut.

Jean crossed his arms, his expression grim. “We’re being naive if we assume she’s innocent just because Eren cares for her. We barely know this woman, and the timing… it’s too perfect. We can’t let personal feelings get in the way.”

Hange nodded reluctantly. “Let’s proceed with caution, but if there’s even a chance she’s involved, we need answers. I’ll keep analyzing the traces in the tea and see if I can identify the substance.”

Levi nodded, turning to the others. “Jean, Connie, Sasha — find Aurora and Floch. Bring them in. We’ll question them separately and see if their stories line up. No more playing nice.”

The scouts dispersed, grim determination in their expressions as they prepared to confront the web of secrets unraveling around them. Levi watched them go, his mind set. Whoever was responsible for the Premier’s death — whether Aurora or someone else — he’d find out the truth. No matter what it took.

…

Back at Historia’s farm, Floch’s face turned pale as he processed the news. His gaze flicked over to Historia, whose brow was furrowed in confusion and shock. “The Premier… murdered? It can’t be one of us, can it?” she whispered, her voice barely steady.

Floch’s mind raced, replaying every detail from three days ago. Aurora’s expression as they left the Premier’s office resurfaced in his memory — the brief, satisfied smile she hadn’t been able to conceal. He didn’t want to think much of it then, but now the pieces were coming together in a way he couldn’t ignore.

He clenched his fists, struggling to keep his tone level. “No, it… it wasn’t one of the Jaegerists. I think I know who might’ve done it.”

Historia’s eyes widened. “What are you saying, Floch?”

Floch took a steadying breath, glancing away as he gathered his thoughts. “Remember, when I took Aurora to see the Premier? She was insistent on meeting him, supposedly to ‘plead for Eren’s life.’ But what if that was just an excuse? What if she—?”

“No.” Historia shook her head, disbelief flashing across her face. “Aurora wouldn’t… She loves Eren, yes, but murder? Poison? Someone as gentle as her isn’t capable of that .”

Floch looked at her solemnly. “Are you so sure about that? Think about it. She’s carrying Eren’s child — a child she wants to protect. And she’s not naive, Historia. She’s lived in Marley, she survived as a slave… she’s not someone to underestimate. I think she did it, for Eren.”

Their conversation was interrupted as Historia looked up to see Aurora entering the room, her face drawn and tired. Her steps were heavy, her hand resting protectively on her abdomen. She looked between Floch and Historia, sensing the tension in the air.

“Aurora,” Historia started gently, but there was a firmness behind her gaze. “We just heard about the Premier’s death. It seems… they suspect it was murder.”

Aurora stiffened but quickly masked her reaction, her hand gripping the edge of her shawl. “I… I don’t know anything about that,” she said, voice steady but betraying a flicker of nervousness.

Floch stepped forward, narrowing his eyes. “Really? Because three days ago, you seemed pretty content after meeting with him.”

Aurora’s face flushed. “I was trying to secure Eren’s safety. I did what I had to do. But that doesn’t mean I… I didn’t kill him.”

“Didn’t you?” Floch’s tone was accusatory, and Historia’s gaze became slightly harder as she studied Aurora.

The tension built, and Aurora’s frustration began to spill over. “So, what if I did?” she snapped, her voice breaking slightly. “You don’t understand what it’s like… to be watched constantly, to know that they want Eren dead, to feel like any second, they’ll take him from me!”

The room was silent as her words hung in the air, each one heavier than the last.

Historia took a step forward, her voice soft but clear. “Aurora… you didn’t need to go to such extremes. If there was something you needed, you could have trusted me. You could’ve asked for help.”

Aurora’s eyes flashed, her hands curling into fists as she struggled to keep her composure. “I didn’t know what else to do. He’s all I have, and they want to kill him! What was I supposed to do? Just sit and wait for them to take him away?”

Floch exchanged a look with Historia, his suspicions confirmed but laced with an edge of reluctant understanding. They could see the desperation in her eyes, the fear that had driven her actions, and it stirred a mix of anger and sympathy.

Historia placed a gentle hand on Aurora’s shoulder. “Listen to me. Eren is going to break out soon. You don’t have to go through this alone. We’re on the same side here.”

Aurora bit her lip, her face softened by a glimmer of hope. She whispered, barely holding back tears, “I just want to see him. I need to see him.”

Floch shook his head slightly. “That’s not possible right now. There are too many eyes on us. You know that.”

Historia took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “We’ll get you to Eren when it’s safe. But until then, you need to keep calm, Aurora. We’re close to executing our plan, and if anything goes wrong now…”

Aurora took a shaky breath, nodding despite the turmoil raging inside her. “I understand… I’ll do whatever it takes. Just… please, let him know I’m here for him, that I love him.”

Historia gave her a sympathetic smile. “He knows. Believe me, he knows.”

…

In the dim solitude of his cell, Eren found himself lost in thoughts of Aurora and their unborn child. His mind wandered to daydreams, despite all that weighed on his shoulders. Would they have a boy or a girl? He imagined a child with his steel determination and Aurora’s gentle, warm eyes. He let himself drift further into the fantasy, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pictured himself holding their child, teaching them, protecting them…

The sound of footsteps shattered his thoughts. Eren’s eyes snapped back to reality, hardening as he watched Mikasa and Armin approach the cell door, their expressions conflicted.

“Eren,” Mikasa started, her voice tinged with worry and frustration. She stepped closer, gripping the bars of his cell, her eyes pleading. “We need answers. Did you… did you order the Premier’s murder?”

Eren’s face froze, his confusion evident. “What? The Premier… murdered?”

“Yes,” Armin said, his gaze sharper and more critical than usual. “He was found dead, poisoned. And—” Armin hesitated, glancing at Mikasa before continuing, “They’re accusing Aurora, Eren. The military is looking for her, wanting to bring her in for questioning.”

Eren’s shock turned into a simmering anger that sparked in his eyes. Aurora? Accused of murder? His gentle, innocent Aurora, who had been through so much, was now being hunted down by the same military he’d given so much for? His mind reeled at the absurdity — but then, flashes of that day in Marley flickered in his memory. He recalled how Aurora had saved his life by taking that soldier’s life, plunging the poisoned syringe into his neck without a second’s hesitation.

Eren swallowed hard, his heart racing as he remembered the fire in her eyes that day. He had fallen even deeper in love with her in that moment, realizing the depth of her resolve and the intensity of her love. She would do anything for him. And maybe… just maybe… she’d done this too, for their future together.

Armin saw the change in Eren’s expression and took a step back. “Eren, listen to us! This can’t go on. The military is going to treat her as an enemy. If she runs, it only makes her look more guilty.”

But Eren wasn’t listening. He stood up, his face twisted with a fierce determination that sent chills down both Armin and Mikasa’s spines. “They’re after her?” His voice was low, each word heavy with barely contained fury. “They’re after my wife? Because I’ll tell you this: I’ll destroy anyone who tries to hurt her.”

“Eren, please!” Mikasa’s voice wavered, her hand reaching out to him. “If you fight back, if you try to resist… they’ll never let her go. We need to handle this carefully. We’re here to help, just let us—”

But before she could finish, a blinding light filled the cell as Eren suddenly bit into his hand and his titan power surged within him. Mikasa and Armin stumbled back, shielding their eyes from the flash. The ground beneath them trembled as Eren transformed, his cell collapsing around him as his towering form took shape. Bones cracked and sinews stretched as his Titan solidified, and when their vision cleared, they saw Eren standing, his fury manifest in his sheer size and power.

Mikasa gasped, taking a step back. “Eren, stop! You’ll bring the entire building down on us!”

But Eren wasn’t hearing her. His determination had crystallized into one unbreakable goal: find Aurora, protect her, and get her out of harm’s way. The War Hammer Titan’s power activated within him, and with a surge of energy, Eren began to tunnel through the ground, tearing through stone and dirt, creating his escape route with ruthless efficiency.

Armin grabbed Mikasa’s arm, his face pale. “We need to get out of here — now!”

The two of them scrambled out of the collapsing structure, narrowly avoiding being crushed by debris as Eren burrowed deeper and deeper. All they could do was watch in stunned horror as Eren disappeared into the earth, unstoppable and driven by a singular purpose.

…

The ground shook violently, sending tremors up the walls of Historia’s farmhouse. Dust drifted down from the ceiling as books and trinkets rattled on their shelves. Floch tensed, one hand moving to his rifle, while Historia’s eyes widened, glancing nervously at Aurora. She knew Eren’s power; this must be him, there was no one else who could create this kind of upheaval. But Aurora had already gone pale, her eyes locked on the ground.

The rumbling grew louder, and then, with an earth-shattering crack, the ground just outside the farmhouse burst open. Eren’s massive Titan form emerged, dirt and stone sliding from his skin as he climbed out of the tunnel he'd created. The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying—a being of immense power, striding with purpose toward the farmhouse.

Floch moved forward, shouting, “Stay back, Aurora! It’s not safe until we know what he’s—”

But Aurora’s heart was pounding too fast, her emotions overwhelming her. She had been holding everything back for weeks, not knowing if he was safe, if he would be okay, and now he was right there in front of her. Without a second thought, she broke into a sprint, her breath hitching as tears blurred her vision. “Eren!” she cried, her voice breaking. Historia reached out as if to stop her, but Aurora was too quick, already running toward the Titan with all the strength she had.

From within his Titan, Eren saw her. His heart ached with the sight of her, desperate and running toward him. He quickly broke out of his Titan’s nape, leaping down and landing just in time to catch her in his arms. Aurora threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him as if she never wanted to let go. Her tears soaked into his shirt as she buried her face in his shoulder, her entire body trembling in his hold.

“Aurora…” Eren whispered, his voice raw with emotion. He tightened his arms around her, feeling her warmth against him, feeling the love they’d both been forced to bury while separated. He couldn’t believe he was holding her again.

Aurora pulled back just enough to look up at him, her tear-streaked face radiant with relief. “I was so scared, Eren,” she whispered, brushing a hand over his cheek as if confirming he was real. “I thought… I thought they would… that they would…”

Eren shook his head, gently pressing his forehead against hers. “It’s okay Aurora… I’m okay. We’re safe and no one will ever hurt you,” he said, his voice low but filled with fierce determination. “Not as long as I’m here.”

She nodded, a fresh wave of tears falling, and then, unable to hold back any longer, she leaned up and captured his lips in a kiss, pouring everything she had been holding onto into that one moment. Eren kissed her back with equal passion, his hands moving to cradle her face as he pulled her closer, wanting to feel her heartbeat against his own. For a few endless seconds, it was just them—the chaos and danger of their world fading away as they melted into each other.

Behind them, Floch and Historia exchanged glances. Floch looked slightly uncomfortable, while Historia watched with a mixture of relief and something close to pride. After everything Aurora and Eren had gone through, they deserved this moment, fleeting as it might be.

When they finally broke apart, Eren took her hands in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Are you okay? Is the baby…?” His voice softened, an uncharacteristic gentleness in his gaze as he looked down, resting a hand on her abdomen.

Aurora nodded, her eyes shining. “We’re fine, Eren. I’m fine.” She placed her hand over his. “But… they were looking for me. They suspect… they suspect me, Eren.”

Eren’s jaw clenched, and a fierce protectiveness flared in his eyes. “They won’t get near you. I’ll make sure of it.” He looked over his shoulder toward Floch and Historia, who had stepped closer.

Historia spoke up, her voice steady. “Eren, things are unraveling quickly. The military is closing in, and they won’t stop until they have control of the Founding Titan.” She paused, glancing at Aurora. “And now that they suspect Aurora… we need to move quickly.”

Floch nodded in agreement, his expression serious. “The Jaegerists are ready, Eren. Everyone’s prepared to act on your word.”

Eren looked at them both, then back at Aurora. The love and protectiveness he felt for her ignited his resolve. There was no more time for hiding, no more time for waiting. He couldn’t allow anyone to threaten the life he wanted to build with her and their child.

“Then we don’t wait any longer,” Eren said firmly, glancing at Floch. “Alert the Jaegerists. It’s time to take control.”

Aurora looked up at him, her worry still evident. “Are you sure, Eren? This… this is huge. There’s no going back.”

He met her gaze, his expression unyielding. “For you and our future, I’d burn down the world if I have to.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, the resolve in his voice unwavering. “No one will stand in our way. Not anymore.”

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Vivian, was already a bundle of excitement, her hands clasped together as she took in every detail of the boutique’s decor, as if each little trinket and piece of fabric added to the significance of the day. Emma and Robin were beside her, their eyes alight with anticipation as they looked at Vanessa with matching grins.

“You’re ready for this, right?” Robin asked, giving Vanessa a playful nudge.

Vanessa let out a small laugh, though her hands trembled slightly. “I think so… but I’m also a little terrified. This is really it, you know?”

Vivian placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, her eyes warm with pride. “Honey, you’re going to be breathtaking. I know it. And Levi… well, he won’t know what hit him.” She winked, a glimmer of mischief in her gaze.

Miss Draya, the ever-graceful seamstress with an eye for detail, stepped out from behind a curtain, her hands dusted with tiny flecks of lace and satin. She held her hands together, her gaze soft as she looked at Vanessa. “Are you ready to see your dress, my dear?”

Vanessa nodded, a knot forming in her throat as the reality of this moment sank in. Miss Draya motioned her towards a private fitting room, where the dress awaited, hanging like an ethereal vision of white and lace. It was carefully draped on a mannequin, catching the soft light from the window, each detail coming to life in a shimmer of delicate lace and embroidery.

As Vanessa approached, she took in every intricate detail. The dress was a masterpiece of craftsmanship—soft, flowing tulle cascading down in gentle waves, adorned with delicate floral lace detailing that traced along the bodice and flowed into the skirt. The off-shoulder design accentuated her collarbones and shoulders gracefully, and the sheer, billowing sleeves added a touch of elegance, as if she were draped in clouds. The bodice was fitted and structured, hugging her curves just right, before flaring into the soft, flowing skirt that pooled around her like petals of a flower.

“Oh, Ness…” Emma breathed, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the dress. “It’s perfect.”

Vanessa could barely speak as she reached out, her fingers brushing over the delicate lace that adorned the bodice. Miss Draya had truly outdone herself, adding subtle touches that made the dress feel like a part of Vanessa, a reflection of her spirit and love.

With Miss Draya’s help, Vanessa carefully slipped into the dress, feeling the cool fabric embrace her skin, molding to her body as if it had been made just for her—because it had been. As the last button was fastened, Vanessa took a deep breath, steadying herself as she turned to face the mirror.

The reflection staring back at her took her breath away. She didn’t just look beautiful; she felt beautiful. She felt like a princess, like she had stepped out of a storybook, ready to meet her prince at the altar. Her eyes filled with tears as she took in every detail, every inch of the dress that had been crafted with such love and care. The lace details Miss Draya had added seemed to bloom across her skin, the soft, sheer sleeves floating delicately around her arms.

Vivian let out a small gasp, her hands flying to her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “Oh, sweetheart… you’re… you’re breathtaking.” Her voice broke slightly, and she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, a proud smile spreading across her face. “I can’t believe my little girl is getting married.”

Robin’s eyes were shimmering with unshed tears as well, her hands clutched to her chest. “Ness, you look like a dream. Levi is going to lose his mind when he sees you.”

Emma sniffed, reaching out to give Vanessa’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I always knew you’d make a stunning bride, but this… this is beyond anything I imagined. You’re glowing.”

Vanessa blinked, her vision blurring with tears as the emotions swelled within her. She hadn’t expected to feel this overwhelmed, hadn’t anticipated just how powerful it would be to see herself in the dress she would wear to marry Levi. She wiped at her eyes, laughing softly as the tears escaped.

“I… I don’t even know what to say,” Vanessa whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I feel so beautiful.”

Vivian stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Vanessa in a tender hug. “You are beautiful, my love. Inside and out. And that’s something Levi saw long before you ever did.”

The mention of Levi brought a fresh wave of emotion. Vanessa could already picture him standing at the altar, his calm, intense gaze softening when he saw her in this dress. She could imagine the way his eyes would hold her, as if she were the only person in the world. The thought made her heart race, and she felt a surge of anticipation for that moment, knowing that soon, she would be walking toward him, ready to start a new chapter of their lives together.

Miss Draya stood back, a proud smile on her face as she took in the scene. “It’s truly a pleasure to see you in this dress, Vanessa. You wear it well. It’s as if it was meant for you.”

Vanessa turned to her, a grateful smile on her face. “Thank you, Miss Draya. I can’t thank you enough for making this dream come true.”

The seamstress waved a hand, modest as ever. “It was an honor, my dear. You are going to be the most beautiful bride.”

Vanessa took another deep breath, letting the moment wash over her. She knew that this dress would forever hold a special place in her heart, not just for its beauty, but for what it represented—the love she shared with Levi, the journey they had traveled together, and the future they were about to build.

As she looked in the mirror, her hand resting over her heart, Vanessa whispered softly to herself, “I’m ready.”

…

With only two weeks left until the wedding, Vanessa's life had become a whirlwind of final arrangements, dress fittings, and anticipation. She was beginning to feel the mounting excitement and nerves as each day brought her closer to marrying Levi. But in the midst of it all, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude—for her family, for Levi, and, of course, for her friends, Emma and Robin, who had been by her side through everything.

So, when Emma and Robin invited her out for what they described as a “little surprise,” Vanessa didn’t suspect much. She assumed they were probably just planning a small outing to take her mind off wedding planning stress. She wasn’t prepared for the adorable setup they had waiting for her.

The tea parlor they chose was tucked away on a quiet street, a cozy, intimate little place with delicate floral wallpaper and vintage teapots on display. It looked like something out of a storybook. As soon as Vanessa stepped inside, her eyes widened in surprise and delight. Emma and Robin had arranged a private corner for the three of them, complete with a table covered in a beautiful pastel tablecloth, an assortment of delicate teacups, and a platter filled with finger sandwiches and pastries.

“Oh my goodness, you two!” Vanessa exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth as she took in the sight. “You didn’t have to do this!”

“Are you kidding?” Robin laughed, giving her a warm hug. “Of course we did! It’s your bachelorette party! You think we’d let you get away without a celebration?”

“Besides,” Emma added, her eyes twinkling mischievously, “we wanted to make sure you had a little fun before the big day. You deserve this, Ness.”

Vanessa felt her heart swell with gratitude as she hugged them both, feeling a surge of love for her friends. She hadn’t expected anything like this, but the gesture warmed her heart. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You two are the best.”

They settled around the table, pouring cups of fragrant tea and laughing as they sampled the array of treats on the table. There was something so relaxing, so comforting about being here with her closest friends, sharing this quiet, joyful moment in the midst of the chaos of wedding preparations.

“So,” Robin began, smirking as she lifted her teacup, “how are you feeling? Two weeks until you become Mrs. Ackerman!”

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed, a shy smile spreading across her face. “Honestly? I’m a little nervous, but… mostly just really excited. I still can’t believe it’s happening.”

Emma beamed, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. “You deserve every bit of this happiness, Ness. You and Levi are perfect together.”

Robin nodded in agreement, her eyes soft with affection. “We’re so proud of you. You’ve come so far, you know? From that first day you spilled tea on him to now… it’s amazing to see how much you’ve grown.”

Vanessa laughed, her cheeks pink as she recalled that embarrassing memory. “I still can’t believe he came back after that,” she admitted, her eyes shining with amusement. “I thought for sure I’d scared him off.”

“Well, good thing he didn’t!” Emma said, raising her teacup in a mock toast. “To Vanessa—our beautiful, radiant, and soon-to-be-married best friend!”

“To Vanessa!” Robin echoed, clinking her cup against Emma’s before they both tapped them against Vanessa’s.

Vanessa’s heart felt full to the brim as she took a sip, smiling at the two of them. She couldn’t imagine going through life without friends like Emma and Robin, who had seen her through every high and low, who had lifted her up and encouraged her when she doubted herself. They were more than just friends; they were family.

They continued to chat, laughing and sharing memories as they nibbled on the delicate pastries and sipped their tea. But Vanessa noticed the mischievous glances that Emma and Robin kept exchanging, a hint of something up their sleeves that they weren’t quite ready to reveal.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of them whispering and giggling, Emma reached under the table and pulled out a neatly wrapped box. She set it in front of Vanessa with a devilish grin. “Alright, Ness. We got you a little something for your wedding night.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened in surprise as she took the box, glancing between them. “Oh no… should I be worried?”

Robin smirked, unable to contain her laughter. “Just a little. But trust us, you’ll thank us later.”

Vanessa opened the box carefully, her eyes widening as she lifted the first item—a delicate, lacy piece of lingerie in a deep, sultry shade of burgundy. She immediately felt her cheeks warm, laughter bubbling up as she held it up for a better look.

“Oh my god, you two!” she exclaimed, trying to hide her embarrassment as she admired the lingerie. “This is… wow.”

Emma grinned, clearly pleased with her reaction. “We figured you’d need something a little special for Levi. You know, to keep things exciting.”

“Plus, look at it!” Robin added, nudging her with a grin. “It’s going to look amazing on you.”

Vanessa laughed, shaking her head as she set the lingerie aside. “Thank you. Really, it’s beautiful. But I don’t know if I’ll have the guts to wear it!”

“Oh, you will,” Emma replied, her voice confident. “Trust me.”

But as Vanessa reached into the box again, her fingers brushed against something unexpected—something with an unusual shape. She pulled it out, her eyes widening as she stared at the strange object in her hand, utterly baffled. It was a… toy, though she wasn’t entirely sure where it was supposed to go or what it was supposed to do.

Her mouth dropped open, and she looked up at Emma and Robin, who were both trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter. “What… what is this?”

Robin burst into laughter, practically doubling over as she tried to explain. “It’s… it’s a, um, let’s just say it’s for your ‘enjoyment.’”

Vanessa’s face went scarlet as she examined the odd-shaped device, her mind racing as she tried to figure it out. “I… I don’t even know where this is supposed to go! Do people actually use this?”

Emma wiped a tear from her eye, trying to catch her breath. “We thought it’d be a fun joke! But, you know, if you’re curious… you could always give it a try.”

Vanessa buried her face in her hands, laughing and groaning at the same time. “You two are unbelievable! I don’t know if I should be grateful or horrified.”

“Oh, definitely grateful,” Robin said, giving her a cheeky wink. “Think of it as our way of making sure your wedding night is memorable.”

They all dissolved into laughter, the air filled with a mix of embarrassment, amusement, and joy. Vanessa couldn’t believe how thoughtful—and how utterly shameless—her friends were, but she loved them all the more for it. They had a way of making her feel cherished, supported, and completely understood, even in the most unconventional ways.

After the initial shock wore off, Vanessa carefully placed the items back in the box, still chuckling as she shook her head. “You two are insane. But… thank you. Really. This was such a wonderful surprise, and I feel so lucky to have you both.”

Emma wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “We’re the lucky ones, Ness. Watching you blossom, seeing you find love and happiness with Levi… it’s been an honor.”

Robin nodded, her eyes glistening with emotion. “We’re so proud of you. You’ve come so far, and no one deserves this happiness more than you.”

Vanessa felt tears prick at her eyes, her heart swelling with gratitude. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you two. Thank you… for always being there, for helping me find my confidence, and for believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

They hugged tightly, a shared embrace filled with years of friendship, love, and unwavering support. In that moment, Vanessa knew that no matter where life took them, no matter how much things changed, she would always carry this bond with her. Emma and Robin had been there through every chapter of her life, and now, as she prepared to start this new journey with Levi, she felt a profound sense of peace, knowing she would always have them by her side.

As they pulled back, wiping at their eyes with laughter and sniffles, Emma lifted her teacup in a toast. “To Vanessa—the most beautiful bride, an amazing friend, and the luckiest woman to have snagged herself Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.”

“To Vanessa!” Robin echoed, raising her cup with a grin.

Vanessa raised her own teacup, a bright smile lighting up her face. “To friendship, to love, and to all the adventures that lie ahead.”

They clinked their teacups together, sealing the moment with laughter, love, and promises that would carry them forward, no matter what life had in store. And as they sipped their tea, basking in the warmth of each other’s company, Vanessa knew that this was a memory she would cherish forever.

…

Meanwhile, Levi was making his way down the familiar halls of Scout Regiment headquarters, lost in thought. His wedding was only two weeks away, and though he was never one to get overly sentimental, he couldn’t help the subtle sense of excitement that had been brewing beneath his usual demeanor. The preparations had been overwhelming at times, but with Vanessa by his side, it felt… worth it. More than worth it.

But today, he was caught a bit off guard by the silence in the halls, which felt unusual for this time of day. Usually, there was at least some hustle and bustle, even if it was just Sasha hunting for her next snack or Jean and Connie bickering about something trivial. Today, however, it was strangely quiet, and Levi couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up.

As he approached the mess hall, the doors were closed—a rarity in itself. He reached out to push one of the doors open, and before he could even register what was happening, a loud chorus of voices rang out, nearly deafening him.

“SURPRISE!”

The doors burst open, and Levi was hit with a blast of noise, streamers, and confetti. He squinted, barely able to make out the sight in front of him. The entire mess hall had been transformed. Banners stretched across the ceiling, reading, “Congratulations, Captain Levi!” and “Best Wishes for the Wedding!” The tables had been rearranged into a sort of open space for people to mingle, and at the center was a large, ornate cake decorated with miniature figures of him and Vanessa—though, judging by the uncharacteristically mischievous grin on his figurine’s face, Hange had likely been involved in its design.

Hange, of course, was leading the charge, standing at the front with a huge grin, holding up her own glass in celebration. “Welcome to your bachelor party, Levi!” she shouted, her voice filled with glee.

Before Levi could say a word, he was hit square in the face by a burst of streamers from a party popper. He jerked back, feeling the plastic streamers cling to his face as he glared in the direction of the culprit. Connie was standing there, frozen, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and amusement.

“Oh, crap,” Connie muttered, holding his hands up defensively. “Sorry, Captain! I was aiming for, uh… anywhere else but your face.”

Levi’s gaze narrowed, but instead of snapping at Connie, he merely gave him a look that promised retribution at a later date. “Watch where you’re aiming next time,” he muttered, pulling the streamers off his face, though a hint of amusement glinted in his eyes.

The room erupted into laughter, everyone relaxing a bit now that Levi hadn’t immediately turned and walked out. Sasha, clutching a handful of snacks, gave him a thumbs-up. “Happy pre-wedding celebration, Captain!”

Eren stepped forward, a rare smile on his face as he clapped Levi on the back. “You didn’t think we’d let you get married without celebrating, did you?”

Levi let out a quiet sigh, feeling his cheeks heat just the slightest bit. “I should’ve known you’d be up to something like this,” he said, casting a glance at Hange, who was clearly thrilled with herself. “But I didn’t expect the entire regiment to be involved.”

“Are you kidding?” Hange replied, her eyes shining with excitement. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime event! Humanity’s Strongest Soldier getting married? We couldn’t just let that slide by quietly.”

Jean approached with a grin, holding up a glass. “To Captain Levi! May marriage finally teach you patience,” he quipped, earning a round of laughter from the room.

“Or at least a little tolerance for other people’s cooking,” Sasha added with a snicker, gesturing to the impressive spread of food that had been set up for the occasion. Levi cast her a dry look, but even he couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

With the initial surprise over, Levi allowed himself to relax a bit, surveying the room and the faces of his comrades. These were the people he’d fought alongside, the ones who had become his family in their own way. It was strange to think of them organizing something like this for him, but there was an odd warmth in his chest that he hadn’t expected. He looked back at Eren, Armin, Mikasa, and the others who had been by his side through thick and thin, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude.

As he moved further into the room, Hange looped her arm through his, leading him toward the center of the celebration. “Come on, Levi, don’t just stand there looking all grumpy. This is a party, and you’re the guest of honor!”

Levi gave her a deadpan look. “Hange, I’m not ‘grumpy.’ This is my natural expression.”

Hange snorted, waving a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Captain.”

She pulled him over to a table filled with drinks—some alcoholic, others non-alcoholic, though Levi was fairly certain that most of them contained at least a little something extra. Jean handed him a glass with a knowing grin, and Levi accepted it with a slight nod, giving the glass a sniff before taking a cautious sip. The taste was smooth, a well-aged liquor that went down easily.

Mikasa, standing nearby, offered him a rare smile. “Congratulations, Levi. I think I speak for all of us when I say… we’re glad you found someone who makes you happy.”

Levi glanced at her, appreciating the sentiment even if he wasn’t one to express it openly. “Thank you, Mikasa.”

As the evening wore on, the laughter and chatter in the room grew louder, the warmth of camaraderie filling the space. Connie and Sasha were engaged in a heated drinking contest, both of them trying to prove who could hold their liquor better, while Jean and Armin placed bets on who would win. Hange, meanwhile, had taken it upon herself to tell a slightly exaggerated version of Levi and Vanessa’s story, complete with wild gestures and dramatic pauses.

“…and then, as Vanessa spilled that tea, Levi looked at her with those intense, brooding eyes, and he knew right there and there that she was the love of his life!” Hange declared, spinning around dramatically.

Levi rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the faint smirk that crossed his face. “That’s not exactly how it happened, Hange.”

“Oh, but that’s the best part!” Hange replied, grinning mischievously. “Everyone loves a good romantic twist. Besides, it’s not every day that you fall head over heels.”

Eren raised his glass, grinning. “Here’s to that twist, then. And here’s to Vanessa for somehow getting through that infamous glare.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, but he clinked his glass with Eren’s, feeling a surge of appreciation for his comrades. He could feel himself unwinding in a way he hadn’t expected, the weight of responsibility and duty set aside, if only for this one night. It was strange, allowing himself to relax like this, but he found he didn’t mind it. Not when he was surrounded by the people who had seen him at his best and worst, the ones who’d fought alongside him, survived alongside him.

As the night wore on, Hange pulled out a deck of cards, declaring that no bachelor party was complete without a few rounds of poker. Jean and Connie immediately dove in, each of them convinced they were the best players in the room, while Armin watched with quiet amusement, occasionally offering strategic advice to whoever seemed to need it most.

Sasha, ever the instigator, leaned over to Levi as the game started, nudging him with a smirk. “So, Captain, any pre-wedding jitters?”

Levi shrugged, taking another sip from his drink. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Jean snickered, dealing the cards. “Of course. Figures Captain would be the calmest groom-to-be ever.”

Eren, watching him closely, leaned forward. “You don’t fool us, Captain. We know you’re excited. You’re just too good at hiding it.”

Levi didn’t respond directly, but there was a glimmer in his eye, a rare softness that spoke volumes. “Maybe,” he said, his tone almost teasing, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

The evening continued with rounds of poker, laughter, and friendly banter. Levi found himself fully immersed in the moment, appreciating the bond he shared with each of them, a camaraderie built through battles, sacrifices, and unwavering loyalty. It was a reminder of everything he’d fought for, and in that moment, he felt a rare sense of peace.

He didn’t know what to expect from a “bachelor party,” let alone one organized by Hange and the Scouts, but their energy and light-hearted enthusiasm had grown on him as the evening wore on. He'd received a few thoughtful gifts from his comrades: a sturdy new set of cleaning supplies from Armin, who knew his penchant for cleanliness; a leather-bound journal from Mikasa, something for Levi to record his thoughts or memories if he ever felt inclined; and even a sleek set of cooking utensils from Sasha and Connie, hinting that perhaps one day he’d be cooking romantic meals for Vanessa.

Levi had accepted each gift with a small nod of gratitude, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind them. But the most peculiar and undoubtedly the most ridiculous gift of the night was the one Hange brought forward.

With a gleam in her eye, she walked up to Levi, holding something behind her back, her entire expression practically vibrating with excitement. “Levi,” she began, barely able to keep a straight face, “I know you’ve received some truly heartfelt and practical gifts tonight, but I figured… you might need something with a bit more personality.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as he looked at her, knowing full well that “personality” in Hange’s terms often bordered on insane. “What did you do?” he muttered, glancing warily at the rest of the Scouts, who were trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter.

“Oh, don’t be so serious!” Hange grinned, whipping out the gift with a flourish. In her hands was a shirt, but not just any shirt. It was bright white, emblazoned with bold, playful letters that declared “I LOVE VANESSA” across the chest. The shirt was absolutely covered in various illustrations of Vanessa’s face, each one somehow more dramatic and exaggerated than the last. From serene smiles to slightly ridiculous winks, Hange had apparently commissioned—or drawn—dozens of different “Vanessa expressions” to create this masterpiece.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Levi stared at the shirt, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite process what he was looking at. Then, the Scouts erupted into laughter, their voices echoing throughout the mess hall.

“Oh… my… god!” Jean managed to say between breaths, clutching his stomach. “Hange, you outdid yourself!”

Armin was covering his mouth, trying to maintain some level of decorum but failing miserably. “I… I didn’t know you could even make a shirt like that!”

Sasha’s laughter was so loud it nearly drowned out the others, her face red as she gasped for air. “Oh, Captain, you have to wear it! You have to!”

Levi’s eyes were still fixed on the shirt, his expression unreadable. He glanced over at Hange, who was grinning proudly, clearly thrilled with her creation. “You’re kidding,” he deadpanned, holding the shirt with two fingers as if it might explode in his hands. “There’s no way I’m putting this on.”

“Oh, come on, Levi!” Hange urged, practically bouncing with excitement. “It’s all in good fun! Besides, you know Vanessa would love it if she saw you wearing it!”

The room erupted in another wave of laughter, with the Scouts chanting, “Put it on! Put it on!” Connie was especially vocal, egging Levi on with an impish grin. “Come on, Captain! Where’s your sense of humor?”

Levi shot them all a glare, the kind that could silence an entire room on the battlefield, but here, amidst his closest friends, it only fueled their laughter. Against his better judgment, he felt his resolve cracking. As ridiculous as the shirt was, he couldn’t deny the amused glances and expectant faces around him, each one silently pleading for him to go along with the joke.

With a sigh of resignation, Levi looked at Hange. “If I put this on, will you all shut up?”

“Absolutely!” Hange promised, though her grin made it clear she had no intention of actually keeping that promise.

Grumbling under his breath, Levi tugged off his jacket and slipped the shirt over his head, adjusting it as it settled over his frame. He stood there, arms crossed, his expression as stone-faced as ever, but the contrast between his intense, stoic demeanor and the absurdity of the shirt had the Scouts in hysterics.

The chants turned into cheers and applause as Levi finally, albeit reluctantly, donned the “I LOVE VANESSA” shirt covered in illustrations of his fiancée’s face. It was a sight none of them would soon forget.

Eren was practically in tears, slapping Jean on the back as he struggled to catch his breath. “Oh man, if Vanessa could see you now, Captain… she’d probably frame this moment!”

Jean managed to compose himself enough to nod, grinning ear to ear. “Honestly, Captain, you’re really pulling off the ‘romantic fiancé’ look.”

Levi shot him a look of pure disdain, though a slight smirk betrayed him. “If any of you mention this to Vanessa, I’ll have you scrubbing the latrines for a month.”

Hange clapped her hands together, looking at Levi with a look of mock adoration. “Aw, Levi, you look so proud! I knew you’d be the kind of guy to show off his love so boldly.”

Levi rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the small, almost imperceptible chuckle that escaped him. “You’re all idiots,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Armin, who had finally composed himself, spoke up with a smile. “Captain, we’re just happy for you. Honestly. We might joke around, but we all admire how much you care about Vanessa.”

A quiet nod of agreement went around the room, the laughter slowly fading into a comfortable silence as they all looked at Levi with genuine fondness. Levi felt his chest tighten slightly, the weight of their words settling over him. He hadn’t expected a moment like this to feel so significant, but he realized then that his comrades, his family, were just as invested in his happiness as he was. It was humbling, and it reminded him just how fortunate he was to have them all in his life.

Clearing his throat, Levi glanced down at the absurd shirt again, shaking his head with a rueful smile. “Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now, someone get me a drink before I decide to throw this shirt out the window.”

Sasha immediately handed him a drink, grinning as she saluted him playfully. “For the most romantic Captain in the Scouts!”

Levi took the drink, rolling his eyes as he muttered, “I swear, you’re all impossible.”

But as he took a sip, surrounded by the laughter and warmth of his friends, he felt a rare sense of contentment settle over him. This was more than just a celebration; it was a reminder that he wasn’t alone, that his happiness mattered to these people, and that they would stand by him no matter what.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and playful jabs. Levi even managed to crack a few jokes of his own, much to the surprise of his comrades, who delighted in seeing this rare, lighter side of him. And despite his initial resistance, he found himself almost… enjoying the ridiculous shirt, if only for the memories it represented.

By the time the night drew to a close, Levi knew he’d carry this moment with him, a testament to the bond he shared with the Scouts. As he prepared to marry Vanessa and embark on a new chapter of his life, he felt a renewed sense of gratitude for the family he’d found here, and he knew that no matter where life took him, he’d always have these memories—and these friends—to carry with him.

…

Levi unlocked the door to his and Vanessa’s apartment, feeling more than a little ridiculous in the bright white T-shirt emblazoned with “I LOVE VANESSA” in bold letters, surrounded by all the various illustrated expressions of his fiancée’s face. He’d never hear the end of it from Hange or the rest of the Scouts, but he was too tired to chase Hange down and retrieve his original shirt. Instead, he’d just decided to wear it home, planning to change into something more comfortable as soon as he got in.

Stepping inside, he let out a small sigh of relief as the familiar comfort of their apartment settled over him. This place, their shared space, had become his sanctuary. It was a stark contrast from the quiet solitude he was once used to, but now, it was filled with warmth, with traces of Vanessa’s touch everywhere—from the soft cushions on the couch to the light scent of vanilla lingering in the air.

As he walked further inside, he spotted Vanessa near the kitchen counter, fiddling with something in her hands. She hadn’t noticed him yet, but the moment she looked up and saw him in the doorway, her eyes widened in surprise—and then she burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, Levi,” she managed between laughs, her hand covering her mouth. “What… what are you wearing?”

Levi felt his face flush slightly, but he crossed his arms and gave her a half-hearted glare. “Don’t ask. This is Hange’s idea of a ‘gift,’” he muttered, glancing down at the absurd shirt. “She and the Scouts thought it’d be funny. And, of course, she stole my original shirt, so I had no choice but to come home like this.”

Vanessa was still giggling, clearly delighted by the sight. “I think it’s cute,” she teased, walking over to him. “You should wear it more often. It shows everyone just how much you love me.”

Levi scoffed, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked at her. “If it makes you laugh like this, maybe it’s worth keeping around,” he admitted, his voice softening.

Vanessa stepped closer, reaching out to straighten the collar of the shirt, still grinning. “It’s definitely a keeper. You might even wear it to bed tonight,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

But as Levi took in her playful expression, he noticed a slight flush on her cheeks and the way she kept one hand carefully behind her back, almost as if she were hiding something. His gaze narrowed, his suspicion rising.

“What are you hiding back there?” he asked, nodding his chin toward her hand.

Vanessa’s eyes widened, her smile turning nervous. “What? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all,” she replied quickly, a little too quickly.

Levi raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Really? Because it sure looks like you’re trying to hiide something.”

Vanessa gave him an innocent smile, shrugging her shoulders as if to brush off his suspicion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Levi took a step closer, his curiosity piqued. He leaned in, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as her cheeks grew redder. “You’re a terrible liar, Vanessa,” he said, a smirk forming on his lips. “Come on, let me see it.”

She shook her head, taking a small step back, keeping the mysterious item hidden behind her. “Levi, it’s really nothing. Just… you don’t need to worry about it.”

Levi’s smirk grew, his eyes glinting with a playful challenge. “Oh, now I really want to see it,” he said, taking another step forward.

Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to change the subject. She knew that if Levi saw what Emma and Robin had given her, she’d never hear the end of it. It was embarrassing enough that they’d given her such a… bold gift, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to face Levi’s reaction.

“Seriously, Levi, it’s… it’s nothing important,” she insisted, trying to keep her voice steady.

But Levi wasn’t buying it. He took another step, closing the distance between them, his smirk turning into a grin. “You know, Vanessa, I don’t give up that easily.”

Before she could react, he lunged forward, reaching around her to grab at whatever she was hiding. Vanessa let out a startled laugh, dodging to the side as she tried to keep the item out of his reach.

“Levi! Stop!” she squealed, twisting to avoid his grasp, but Levi was relentless. He was quick, his hands deftly moving as he tried to catch her, a playful determination in his eyes.

“Oh, I’m not stopping until I see what you’re hiding,” he teased, his tone low and mischievous as he reached for her again.

Vanessa laughed, her cheeks burning as she continued to evade him, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he caught her. Levi was far too persistent—and far too skilled—to let her slip away for long. Finally, with a triumphant grin, Levi managed to catch her around the waist, pulling her close as he reached behind her back.

“Got you,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction as he grabbed the small box she had been hiding.

“No!” Vanessa gasped, trying to take it back, but Levi held it out of her reach, giving her a smug look.

“Let’s see what we have here,” he said, his tone teasing as he examined the box. But as he read the label, his eyebrows shot up, a look of surprise—and perhaps a hint of amusement—crossing his face.

Vanessa felt her face go bright red as she watched him realize what he was holding. “Levi, I… I can explain,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

Levi opened the box, his eyes widening as he took in the contents—a rather daring-looking toy, courtesy of Emma and Robin, who had clearly thought this was the perfect “bachelorette” gift. He looked back at Vanessa, a smirk forming on his lips as he held up the toy, his expression somewhere between amusement and disbelief.

“Care to explain, Ness?” he asked, his voice filled with playful curiosity.

Vanessa covered her face with her hands, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. “It’s… it’s not what you think!” she protested weakly, though she knew that was a terrible lie.

Levi chuckled, holding up the toy and examining it with an intrigued look. “Oh, really? Because it looks exactly like what I think it is,” he said, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Did Emma and Robin give you this?”

Vanessa peeked through her fingers, nodding, her face still burning. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “They thought it would be… funny.”

Levi’s smirk widened, his eyes dancing with mischief as he set the toy down on the counter, leaning in close to her. “I’ll have to thank them,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “They clearly wanted us to… have some fun.”

Vanessa felt her heart race as Levi’s gaze lingered on her, a warmth spreading through her that made her pulse quicken. She could see the playful glint in his eyes, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, I’m not sure I’m ready to use… that,” she admitted, glancing at the toy with a sheepish smile. “But they were so insistent…”

Levi chuckled, pulling her into his arms as he looked down at her, his expression softening. “You don’t have to use anything you’re not comfortable with, Vanessa,” he said, his voice gentle. “All I need is you.”

Vanessa smiled, feeling a wave of relief and affection as she looked up at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, resting her head against his chest. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

Levi pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her close as they stood together in the quiet comfort of their home. For a moment, the world around them faded away, and all that mattered was the warmth of each other’s presence.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Vanessa felt her embarrassment slowly fade, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would always have Levi by her side, supporting her, loving her, and making her feel cherished.

And as Levi held her, he silently vowed to make every moment of their life together as full of love, laughter, and warmth as this one.

~

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Mikasa moved with practiced efficiency, her face stoic as she secured her gear and checked her blades. She glanced up to see Armin adjusting his harness, his brows knit together in deep thought. Jean and Connie were whispering to one another, their usual banter subdued but present, as if clinging to a fragile thread of normalcy.

Eren stood at the forefront, his sharp gaze scanning the interior of the airship. He was a pillar of determination, the weight of his Titan power and the responsibility it carried evident in the set of his jaw. But his focus softened as he watched Luna move gracefully among the other sirens, her presence a beacon of calm in the storm of anticipation.

Luna’s milk whie hair shimmered under the dim lighting, and her blue eyes held a steady confidence that seemed to anchor everyone around her. She reached out and touched Solara’s arm, sharing a nod with her before turning to the group of over a hundred sirens who had come from the sanctuary. Their faces were a mixture of anxiety and resolve, the unknown ahead weighing heavily on them all.

Sensing their unease, Luna drew in a deep breath. She stepped forward, commanding the attention of every siren and scout aboard. The low rumble of the engines seemed to quiet as her voice, clear and melodic, rang out.

“Sisters,” she began, her voice carrying both strength and warmth. “We have come from different seas, different homes, but today we stand united. Marley has hunted us, forced bonds upon our kind, and brought pain to our people. But today, we fight back—not just for ourselves, but for those who have yet to find their voices, for those who need hope.”

The sirens leaned in, their eyes fixed on Luna, drawing from her presence the courage they needed. Even the scouts found themselves listening intently, their resolve hardening as her words sank in.

“We have powerful allies at our side,” Luna continued, glancing over at Eren, who met her gaze with pride and unwavering support. “We will not face this alone. Together with the soldiers of Paradis, we will show Marley that we are not just songs to be silenced, but voices that will shake the very foundation of their world.”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the sirens, their nervous expressions replaced with determination. The scouts exchanged glances, bolstered by the unity of their forces.

Eren felt a surge of pride as he watched Luna step back, her speech having stirred even the most hesitant sirens. He reached out and squeezed her hand, a rare moment of vulnerability showing in his eyes. “You were incredible,” he whispered.

Luna’s lips curved into a slight smile, the tension in her shoulders easing as she squeezed his hand in return. “We’ll get through this,” she said, more to herself than to him.

Not far from them, Reiner stood with his eyes fixed on Rue, who was busy talking with Sera and Caspia. His heart thudded unevenly in his chest, the anxiety gnawing at him with every second. He had already failed too many times, and the thought of something happening to Rue was a weight he could barely bear.

Rue caught his gaze and walked over, her soft smile offering him some comfort. “Reiner, stop worrying,” she said gently. “I’ll be fine. We’re stronger together, remember?”

He exhaled shakily, nodding. “I know, but... if anything happens to you, I don’t think I could—”

She placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “We don’t know what’s going to happen out there, but what I do know is that we’re fighting for something bigger than ourselves. And I’m glad I have you by my side.”

Reiner’s throat tightened, but he managed a small smile. “Me too.”

Nearby, Levi stood off to the side, his eyes shadowed as he watched Aria speaking with Bria. His fists clenched at his sides as he replayed every possible scenario in his mind, each one ending with the fear of losing Aria. He couldn’t let it happen. Not her. Not when she was the only family he ever had since his mother.

“Levi,” Aria’s voice pulled him from his dark thoughts. She stepped close, her eyes searching his face. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He met her gaze, his expression unyielding but the fear simmering beneath. “Aria, this mission... it’s more dangerous than anything we’ve faced. If something happens to you—”

“Stop,” she interrupted, placing a hand on his arm. “We’ve been through this. I’m coming back. You have to trust me, just like I trust you.”

Levi’s jaw tightened as he struggled to put his emotions into words. “You’re all I have, Aria,” he finally said, his voice low and rough. “I can’t lose you. Not again. Everyone else... they had loved ones before. But for me, all I have is you.”

Aria’s eyes softened, and she reached up to touch his face, her thumb brushing against his cheek. “And that’s why I have to come back. Because you’re all I have too. We fight, we survive, and we come home together. That’s the only outcome I’ll accept.”

For a moment, the tension between them hung heavy, but it was softened by the quiet understanding in their eyes. Levi let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, nodding once as he leaned into her touch.

This was it—the final push that would determine everything. The sky ahead seemed endless, and beneath it, an entire nation waited for them, unprepared for what was to come.

…

The city of Liberio stretched out below, lights twinkling like stars on the dark canvas of the earth. The scouts and soldiers gathered along the narrow confines of the ship, their faces taut with anticipation, each of them aware that this was the moment everything changed.

Luna stood at the open doorway of the airship, her hair swept back by the wind, eyes sharp and unyielding. Her gaze flicked over the horizon, calculating and determined. She turned back to look at her pod: Aria, Bria, Caspia, Solara, Melody, Sera, and Rue. Each of them stood poised, muscles tense, the weight of their responsibility hanging heavy in the air.

Eren stepped forward, eyes locked on Luna, his expression a mixture of pride and a flicker of worry. “This is it,” he said, his voice low but steady. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Luna’s gaze softened as she met his eyes, the fierce warrior giving way to the woman who had shared countless stolen moments with him. “I am,” she whispered, reaching up to touch his face. “We all are. Trust us.”

Eren swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. He wanted to say more, to ask her not to go, but he knew better. This was a moment that required faith, and Luna was not one to waver. Instead, he nodded, leaning in to press a firm, lingering kiss to her lips. “Come back to me,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“I will,” she promised, her voice as unyielding as the sea.

Nearby, Reiner stood with Rue, who, despite the exhaustion that clung to her features, had a determined smile. He cupped her face in his hands, his usually stoic expression crumbling into one of raw vulnerability. “Rue, you don’t have to do this,” he said, his voice cracking. “I can’t—”

“I do,” Rue interrupted, placing her hand over his. Her eyes glistened, reflecting both the lights of the ship and the depth of her resolve. “Our people need us. And you need to trust that I will come back. I’ll be fine, Reiner.”

Reiner’s throat bobbed as he fought to suppress the panic gnawing at him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, holding her close for one last moment. “Just come back,” he whispered, the words more a plea than a command.

On the other side of the ship, Levi’s hand gripped Aria’s arm tightly, as if afraid that letting go would mean losing her forever. His usually sharp eyes were clouded with a storm of emotions he seldom allowed himself to feel, let alone show. “This isn’t just another fight,” he said, his voice rough with barely restrained fear. “I can’t lose you, Aria. I won’t survive it.”

Aria’s lavender eyes met his, a rare softness in their depths. She placed her hand over his and squeezed. “You won’t lose me,” she promised, her voice a melody that soothed even in this moment. “But you have to trust me, Levi. I need to do this. We all do.”

Levi’s jaw clenched, the battle between his instincts and reason raging behind his eyes. Finally, he nodded, though his grip didn’t loosen. He pulled her in for a kiss, fierce and desperate, pouring every unspoken word into that moment. When they parted, he whispered, “Come back to me, no matter what.”

“I will,” Aria said, her voice unwavering.

Floch stood further down, holding Bria’s waist tightly and burying his head in her chest, eyes wide with a fear that bordered on desperation. “Bria, please…you don’t have to go. We can find another way,” he rambled, tears threatening to spill over.

Bria’s usual playful smile softened as she leaned down to kiss him, silencing his panicked words. “I have to, Floch. But I promise, I will return. You have to be strong for both of us now.”

Jean, Connie, Armin, and Bertholdt shared solemn goodbyes with their siren mates, quiet words of reassurance exchanged between them. Each scout held a deep, unspoken understanding: this was a moment of trust, the kind that only years of fighting and living on the edge could forge.

Solara, with her sunlit eyes, kissed Jean, pressing her forehead to his. “Remember, Jean. We’re stronger than we look.”

Jean managed a shaky smile. “I know. Just be careful.”

Sera touched Bertholdt’s arm, her gaze fierce and determined. “We will come back. Keep the sky clear for us.”

Bertholdt nodded, his usually timid expression hardening with resolve. “Always.”

The airship rocked slightly, signaling the final descent. Luna turned to her pod, their unity palpable. “It’s time,” she said, her voice commanding yet infused with the silent fear they all carried. “Together, we change everything.”

With one last glance at their mates, the sirens stepped to the edge of the open doors. The wind roared around them, a deafening promise of what awaited below. One by one, they dived into the dark waters, bodies cutting through the air before vanishing beneath the waves. Over a hundred sirens followed in perfect formation, the moonlight catching the silvery shimmer of their tails as they started transforming as soon as they hit the water.

The scouts leaned over the railings, eyes wide as they watched the sea ripple with movement. The sirens glided beneath the surface, their scales catching the faint light and glistening like stars in the deep. The water seemed to come alive, a sea of sirens moving in perfect, silent harmony, following the shadow of the airship as it made its final approach.

Eren’s eyes caught the glimmer of Luna’s tail, a flash of silver-blue that sent a shiver of both fear and pride through him. Levi stood stone-faced, the imprint of Aria’s warmth still lingering on his lips as he watched the depths. Reiner’s fists clenched at his sides, Rue’s promise echoing in his mind, anchoring him to hope.

This was it—the moment of trust, the prelude to war. And with every siren's dive and every scout’s heartbeat, they readied themselves for whatever fate awaited them in Liberio.

Just under the water, the sirens moved as one, cutting through the deep waters with synchronized grace. Their tails left trails of bioluminescent glimmers, marking their path like constellations beneath the waves. The sea seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the moment that would change everything. Luna led the pod, her eyes narrowed with determination, a silent command echoed through her sisters with an unspoken bond that only sirens shared.

Above, the sky was a deep navy, spotted with stars that looked down indifferently at the brewing chaos. The Marleyan fleet loomed ahead, a formidable wall of steel and weaponry that was meant to guard Liberio’s port from any outside force. But they weren’t prepared for this.

The scouts on the airship adjusted their positions, securing the special earplugs Hange and Armin had meticulously designed. Eren, his expression steely and resolute, glanced over the edge, where the dark waters shimmered faintly with movement. He caught a glimpse of Luna’s tail disappearing beneath one of the larger warships, and his heart clenched with a mix of pride and fear.

“Remember, don’t remove these under any circumstances,” Armin shouted over the wind, his voice steady despite the tension. “The sirens’ power is about to reach its peak. Stay alert!”

Levi, his face set in stone, nodded curtly. His gaze flicked to where Aria had disappeared into the sea. He felt the grip of cold fear tighten around his chest, but he pushed it aside, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. This was war, and there was no room for hesitation.

Reiner stood at the edge, his eyes scanning the waters below. The thought of Rue in the heart of danger made his pulse pound. He could only hope her earlier promise held true—that she would come back to him.

“Get ready!” Jean called out, his voice edged with adrenaline. “The signal’s coming.”

Suddenly, from the depths of the ocean, a sound began to rise. It was subtle at first, a gentle hum that seemed almost melodic. But within seconds, it grew in intensity, a powerful, high-pitched whistle that resonated through the water and broke the surface. The sirens’ voices melded together, forming a note so pure and piercing that it shattered the silence.

The effect was immediate.

The glass windows of the massive warships cracked, then exploded outward in a rain of shards. The decks of the ships buckled under the pressure, men who had been standing guard dropped their weapons and clutched their ears, eyes wide with pain and horror as the sound dug into their skulls. Blood seeped from their ears, and screams of agony filled the night, though they were barely heard over the sonic chaos.

The buildings on the shore of Liberio trembled, windows shattering with a cacophony of breaking glass. The civilians and Marleyan soldiers near the port fell to their knees, faces contorted in agony as the sound waves crashed into them like an invisible tidal wave. The ground itself seemed to rumble in protest, and a few nearby structures began to crack under the sheer force.

“Now!” Eren’s voice cut through the air as he sprang from the airship, ODM gear hissing as the wires launched and secured onto the mast of a disabled warship. The scouts followed, a stream of shadows against the dark sky, their blades glinting as they descended upon their stunned enemies.

Levi was a blur of motion, slicing through a Marleyan soldier who had managed to stumble to his feet, trying to shout an order that never left his mouth. “Move fast and keep the formation tight!” Levi commanded, his voice cold and focused. Aria’s voice echoed in the back of his mind, grounding him amidst the chaos.

Jean and Connie paired up, sweeping across the deck of a smaller ship. Connie shouted, “Jean, left flank!” as a soldier appeared, weapon raised. Jean was already moving, blade catching the moonlight as he dispatched the man with precision.

“Keep pushing!” Hange called out, her usually animated face deadly serious. She swung from one mast to another, eyes darting across the battlefield as she calculated the next move. “We have the advantage—don’t waste it!”

Armin landed on the deck, eyes scanning for weak points in the fleet’s formation. His analytical mind raced as he assessed the damage. The sirens’ initial attack had rendered most of the fleet disoriented and vulnerable, but there were still soldiers gathering their wits.

Eren, already in his Titan form, roared as he crushed one of the smaller warships beneath his foot, the wood splintering and metal groaning under the weight. He could feel the rage building in his chest, fueled by the sight of Marleyan forces scrambling like ants. His eyes caught Luna’s glimmer below, a reminder of what he was fighting for.

“Luna, please stay safe,” he thought.

Below the surface, Luna’s eyes were fierce as she guided her pod, their bodies cutting through the water with seamless grace. The sirens sang once more, a different note, lower and resonant, aimed at disorienting any remaining Marleyan defenses beneath the ships. The water vibrated around them, and Luna felt the rush of power that came with their unity. But the stakes were higher now, and the weight of leading her sisters pressed on her.

Aria swam beside her, her gaze darting between their formation and the shadowy figures moving above them. “We’re making them scramble. This is working.”

Luna nodded, her expression unyielding. “We can’t stop now. We push until they have no choice but to surrender.”

Rue, still bearing the marks of her recovery, kept pace with Solara and Caspia, determination etched in her features. “Let’s show them that we won’t be hunted like prey,” she said, her voice fierce despite the water swallowing the sound.

Reiner, caught sight of Rue’s shimmering form as she surfaced momentarily before diving back down. His heart clenched with both pride and fear.

“Reiner, keep moving!” Bertholdt’s voice called out, snapping Reiner out of his trance. Bertholdt’s tall frame moved with unexpected agility, his blades slicing through a group of stunned Marleyan soldiers.

“I’m with you,” Reiner replied, shaking off his hesitation. He charged forward, following Bertholdt as they cleared the deck.

The combined power of the sirens’ voices and the scouts’ relentless attack sent waves of panic rippling through the Marleyan ranks. Soldiers shouted orders, their voices lost in the cacophony. Sirens circled the fleet, creating whirlpools that rocked the ships, their power unlike anything the Marleyans had anticipated.

Levi’s eyes narrowed as he took in the battlefield. The plan was holding, but he knew this was only the beginning. His heart ached at the thought of Aria submerged in the fray below, but he forced himself to stay focused. He had to trust her, just as she had trusted him.

And with that trust came a singular resolve: this fight would be won, or they would die trying.

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She pushed open the door and stepped inside, finding him seated at his desk, surrounded by stacks of documents and royal decrees. His expression was focused, his gaze steady as he reviewed the papers in front of him. But the moment he looked up and saw his daughter standing there, a soft smile broke through his otherwise serious demeanor.

“Solina, my dear,” he greeted, setting down his quill and motioning for her to come closer. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Solina couldn’t help but smile back, her nervousness easing just slightly as she approached his desk. She clasped her hands together, trying to look as composed as possible, though her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Father,” she began, her voice gentle but earnest. “I… I wanted to ask you for a favor.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening with intrigue. “A favor? Now, this sounds serious.” He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands together as he watched her. “Go on, then. Let me hear it.”

Solina took a small breath, carefully choosing her words. “It’s about Levi,” she started, glancing down shyly before meeting her father’s gaze again. “I know that the imperial gardens are strictly off-limits, and I understand the importance of preserving that space for the family. But… I was hoping you might consider giving him special clearance.”

Her father’s eyebrows rose in mild surprise. “Special clearance? You want him to have access to the gardens?” he repeated, studying her face with interest.

“Yes, just to the Rose House,” she clarified quickly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “There’s something I want to show him… my music room. I thought it would be nice to share it with him, and—well, I think it would mean a lot to him.” She paused, watching her father’s reaction nervously. “And to me,” she added softly.

The Emperor’s expression softened as he looked at her, his eyes filling with a warmth reserved only for his children, especially Solina. She rarely asked him for personal favors, and seeing her so earnest, standing there with that familiar pleading look, tugged at his heart.

“You know, Solina,” he began, his tone thoughtful, “the imperial gardens are meant to be a sanctuary, a private space for the royal family. Allowing outsiders, even one who is soon to be family, is no small request.”

Solina’s heart sank slightly, fearing he might deny her. But she wasn’t one to give up easily. She leaned forward, her expression pleading as she clasped her hands together, her voice taking on a softer, more endearing tone.

“Please, Father? Just this once?” She tilted her head, offering him a small, sweet smile—the one she knew he couldn’t resist. “It’s not every day that I ask for something like this. And I want him to see… a part of my life, something that’s special to me.”

Her father sighed, leaning back in his chair as he looked at her with a faint smile. “You’re using that look on me, aren’t you?” he teased, feigning a stern expression, though his eyes betrayed his affection.

Solina giggled, her eyes bright. “Maybe a little,” she admitted, her voice filled with a hopeful lilt. “But it’s only because I know how much you love me.”

The Emperor chuckled, shaking his head. “Very well, Solina. You have my permission to bring him into the gardens and show him your music room in the Rose House.” He reached across the desk, taking her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “But remember, this is a privilege. I’m granting it only because I know how much this means to you.”

Solina’s face lit up, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you, Father!” she exclaimed, squeezing his hand back. She leaned over and gave him a quick, affectionate kiss on the cheek. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

He smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “I think I have an idea,” he replied, a soft glint in his eyes. “I’ve noticed the way you look at him, Solina. There’s something… different about it.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it. “He’s… not what I expected, Father,” she admitted quietly, her eyes lowering slightly. “He’s kind, in a way that’s hard to explain. He listens to me, respects me, even though he doesn’t have to. And… I think he cares.”

The Emperor’s gaze softened, and he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m glad to hear that, my dear. You deserve someone who will see you for who you truly are, beyond titles and expectations.” He paused, his expression turning serious for a moment. “But remember, Solina, marriage is a partnership. It requires patience, understanding, and a willingness to grow together. I believe you and Levi have the potential for that.”

Solina nodded, absorbing his words as she smiled warmly. “Thank you, Father. I’ll remember that.”

He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before releasing her. “Now, go on. I’m sure you have a lot to prepare if you’re going to be giving Captain Levi a tour of your treasured music room.”

She laughed softly, her excitement bubbling over as she nodded. “I do! Thank you again, Father. I won’t forget this.”

With one last grateful look, Solina turned and left his study, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to share this special part of herself with Levi, to show him the space where she felt most at home. As she walked through the palace halls, her steps were lighter, and a hopeful smile graced her lips. For the first time, she truly felt that she was about to embark on a journey with someone who saw her not just as a princess but as a person—and that meant more to her than she could ever express.

…

Solina moved quickly through the palace halls, her excitement making her steps unusually brisk. She had been searching for Levi all morning, only to be met with a frustrating game of near-misses. Each guard, attendant, and court official she questioned had given her the same answer: “You just missed him.” It seemed as though Levi was always one step ahead, slipping through the palace like a ghost.

Her persistence didn’t wane, though. She was determined to find him before the day ended, her eagerness to invite him to the Rose House propelling her forward. Finally, as she turned a corner leading to one of the quieter palace corridors, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. Levi, with his usual purposeful stride, was making his way down the hall, head slightly lowered in thought, moving as though he had somewhere important to be.

“Captain Levi!” Solina called, her voice carrying just enough urgency to make him stop in his tracks.

Levi paused mid-step, turning to see her hurrying toward him. His expression softened—only slightly, of course—when he recognized her, and he waited as she closed the distance between them.

“Your Highness,” he greeted, giving her a polite nod. “Is everything alright?”

Solina caught her breath, a bit flustered from her rushed pace, and smiled up at him. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” she said, her voice holding a hint of relief. “You’re… quite hard to keep up with.”

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of Levi’s mouth. “So I’ve been told,” he replied dryly, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Was there something you needed?”

“Yes, actually,” Solina said, brushing a stray curl back as she met his gaze with newfound determination. “I wanted to ask if you’d like to visit the Rose House tomorrow morning.”

Levi’s eyebrow raised slightly in surprise. “The Rose House?”

Solina nodded, her cheeks pinkening a bit under his scrutiny. “I… I’d like to show you my music room,” she explained, her voice soft but steady. “It’s a very special place to me, and I thought… well, I thought you might like to see it. If you’re interested, of course.”

Levi regarded her for a moment, his gaze thoughtful. He hadn’t expected such an invitation, and he could see that it had taken her some courage to extend it. There was a sincerity in her eyes, a vulnerability that he was beginning to recognize in her—a quiet, genuine nature that seemed to run deep beneath her royal titles and the roles she’d been trained to fulfill.

“Tomorrow?” he echoed, his tone indicating that he was considering it seriously.

“Yes,” Solina replied, her eyes brightening with hope. “It’ll be quiet then, and we won’t be interrupted. I’d like to share that part of my life with you, Captain Levi.”

Levi’s gaze softened, and he gave a small nod. “Alright, Princess. Tomorrow morning, then.”

Solina’s face lit up with a smile, her excitement barely contained. “Wonderful! I’ll meet you by the entrance to the imperial gardens. Just after breakfast?”

“That works,” Levi agreed, his voice calm but carrying a faint warmth that hinted at his own interest in the idea. He could see how much this meant to her, and that alone made the invitation hard to refuse.

“Thank you, Levi,” Solina said, her voice softening. She looked down for a moment, her fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her gown. “It really… it means a lot to me.”

Levi’s gaze lingered on her, noting the slight tremor in her hands, the way her eyes held an unguarded earnestness as she looked back up at him. “You don’t have to thank me, Solina,” he replied, his tone more gentle than usual. “If this place is important to you, then I’m honored you want to share it.”

Solina’s blush deepened, and she smiled shyly, unable to hide her joy. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Levi inclined his head in a small nod. “Tomorrow,” he confirmed.

She lingered for a moment, reluctant to break away, but finally, with a soft smile, she took a step back. “Goodbye, Captain.”

“Goodbye, Princess,” he replied, watching as she turned and walked away, her figure disappearing down the corridor.

Levi remained there for a moment longer, his thoughts lingering on the conversation. The idea of seeing a part of her world, a part of her life that she held close to her heart, stirred something in him—a quiet anticipation that was as unfamiliar as it was intriguing. He didn’t know what to expect from this music room of hers, but he was certain of one thing: he was looking forward to it more than he cared to admit.

…

The next morning was quiet, a light mist still hanging over the palace grounds as Levi made his way to the entrance of the imperial gardens. His steps were steady, but there was a sense of curiosity simmering beneath his stoic exterior. This garden was one of the most guarded places in Valoria, reserved only for the Emperor’s immediate family and their personal attendants. Levi knew it was a rare privilege to be granted entry, especially for someone who was still, in many ways, an outsider.

As he approached the tall iron gates of the imperial gardens, the guards stationed there straightened, acknowledging him with respectful nods. They stepped aside, allowing him through as one of them murmured, "The Emperor has granted special clearance, Captain. Please, proceed."

Levi gave a silent nod, passing through the gates and stepping onto the lush grounds. For a moment, he paused, taking in the sight before him. He’d been prepared for elegance and beauty, given Valoria’s reputation, but what lay before him was nothing short of breathtaking.

The gardens stretched out expansively, meticulously designed yet lush with a natural, almost wild beauty. Manicured hedges lined winding paths, leading through archways of climbing roses and clusters of blooming flowers in every color imaginable. Delicate fountains, their crystal-clear waters shimmering in the morning light, stood scattered among the greenery, creating a symphony of gentle trickling sounds that filled the air with serenity. Towering trees cast dappled shadows over the pathways, their leaves swaying softly in the breeze. It was an oasis of tranquility, untouched by the chaos and politics of the outside world.

It was probably the closest thing to paradise Levi had ever seen.

He continued walking, taking in the sprawling estates that were unmistakably dedicated to each consort. The Rose House stood prominently, its structure painted in soft shades of cream and rose. Elegant yet welcoming, it exuded an aura of warmth, different from the grandeur of the palace. The entrance was framed by vines of red roses, their petals deep and velvety, trailing up the archway like a scene from an old storybook. It wasn’t difficult to see why Solina called this place her sanctuary.

As he approached the house, he spotted her standing at the entrance, her hands clasped in front of her and a bright, eager smile on her face. Solina’s eyes lit up when she saw him, and she stepped forward, her movements graceful yet filled with an unmistakable excitement.

“Levi!” she greeted, her voice soft but filled with warmth. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Levi nodded, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Morning, Princess,” he replied, his gaze steady as he took in her appearance. She looked radiant in the morning light, her hair catching the soft glow, making her appear almost ethereal against the backdrop of the garden.

She gestured for him to follow her. “I can’t wait to show you the music room,” she said, her tone filled with an enthusiasm she couldn’t quite contain. “It’s… well, it’s my favorite place in the whole world.”

Levi fell into step beside her, his stride slowing to match her pace as they walked toward the Rose House. He was typically a man of few words, but something about Solina’s energy had a way of softening his usual guarded demeanor. “You mentioned it was special to you,” he remarked, glancing at her. “Why?”

Solina looked down, her cheeks warming with a faint blush. “It’s where I’ve spent most of my life, practicing and… just being myself, away from the expectations and responsibilities.” She paused, her gaze drifting toward the garden around them. “When I’m in that room, it’s as if everything else fades away, and it’s just me and the music.”

The Rose House was alive with a quiet, bustling energy as Levi stepped inside. Servants moved through the hallways carrying flowers, fabrics, and various decorations, all in preparation for the upcoming wedding. The air was filled with a light scent of roses and fresh pastries, creating a warm, welcoming atmosphere despite the hustle.

Levi paused for a moment, taking in the place that Solina had invited him to share. He had seen grand homes, but there was something intimate about the Rose House, something uniquely Solina that made it stand out from the imperial grandeur he was accustomed to outside these walls.

As he entered the main sitting area, he noticed Lady Solana seated at a breakfast table, sharing a meal with the twins, Solandor and Solene, as well as Princess Soleil. The moment the twins spotted Levi, they dropped their forks and scrambled out of their chairs, rushing over to greet him with an excitement that brought a rare, subtle warmth to his eyes.

“Captain Levi!” Solandor grinned, reaching him first and bouncing slightly in excitement. “Are you here to train us? Or maybe show us some more Titan-slaying moves?”

Levi’s mouth twitched into a small smile. “Not today, kid,” he replied, placing a steady hand on Solandor’s head, tousling his hair lightly. “I’m here for your sister.”

Solenne giggled, tugging at the edge of Levi’s jacket. “You’re here to see Solina again! Are you going to marry her soon?”

Levi let out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, his eyes flicking up to meet Lady Solana’s amused gaze. “That’s the plan,” he replied simply, his tone steady but gentle.

Lady Solana smiled, her gaze soft as she rose gracefully from her seat to greet him. “Captain Levi, it’s lovely to see you again,” she said warmly. “I trust you’re ready for all the wedding excitement?”

Levi gave her a respectful nod, feeling a tinge of gratitude for her welcoming demeanor. “Lady Solana,” he greeted, bowing his head slightly. “The Rose House seems… lively this morning.”

Lady Solana chuckled, sharing a knowing glance with Soleil, who had been quietly observing the scene. “It’s only natural. After all, it’s not every day our dear Solina gets married,” she replied, her tone filled with both pride and a motherly tenderness.

Soleil, smiling softly, gave Levi a nod. “Good morning, Captain Levi,” she greeted. Her voice held a warmth that reminded Levi of Solina’s own gentle nature. “Solina mentioned you’d be visiting today.”

Solina blushed slightly, her eyes lighting up as she glanced at Levi again. Her gaze flicked briefly to her family, a hint of bashfulness evident in her expression. She stepped forward, gesturing toward the hallway. “Levi… would you like to see the music room now?”

Levi nodded, acknowledging her invitation with a brief but genuine smile. “Lead the way.”

With one last wave from the twins, who promised to “not bother them too much,” Solina led him down a winding corridor. The soft sounds of activity faded as they walked further into the private part of the Rose House, until they arrived at a door with intricate carvings of roses and vines. Solina opened it slowly, revealing a room filled with sunlight streaming in through large windows, illuminating the instruments placed carefully throughout the space.

The music room was larger than he had expected, with various instruments neatly arranged, each reflecting Solina’s dedication to her craft. A grand piano stood in one corner, polished to a shine, while a cello rested beside it, its wood a rich mahogany. Shelves lined one wall, holding sheet music and music theory books. The centerpiece of the room, however, was an elegant harp near the window, its strings glinting in the morning light.

Solina’s eyes softened as she took in the room, as if stepping into a space where she felt truly at home. “This is where I spend a lot of my time,” she said quietly, glancing back at him. “It’s a bit… cluttered, maybe, but I like it that way.”

Levi shook his head, his gaze traveling across the room. “It’s impressive,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of admiration. “You must have put in countless hours here.”

A blush rose to Solina’s cheeks as she looked away. “Yes… I’ve been practicing since I was a toddler. My father believed it was important for all of his children to be well-versed in the arts. But over time, it became something I wanted to do for myself. I guess… I found a kind of peace here.”

With a small smile, Solina moved gracefully to the grand piano, where she lightly brushed her fingers over the keys before starting to play. Levi stood a short distance away, his gaze following her every movement, unable to look away. She played with an ease and elegance that made the piano’s melody flow seamlessly, filling the room with a gentle yet powerful sound.

When she finished, she glanced over at Levi, her expression shy yet hopeful, as though she wanted to know what he thought of every single note. “I started with the piano when I was very young,” she explained softly, still resting her fingers on the keys. “My father insisted on it, actually. He’s the one who taught me to appreciate each instrument, each melody.”

Levi nodded, a hint of understanding passing through his gaze. “He’s a wise man,” he remarked. “It’s clear he saw something in you early on.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she moved to the cello, picking it up with care and settling herself. “Yes,” she replied, softly, almost as if speaking to herself. “We’ve always had a… special bond. Music is what we share; it’s how he taught me discipline and patience.”

She began to play, her fingers dancing across the cello’s strings with practiced ease. This instrument brought a deeper, more melancholic sound to the room, a stark contrast to the brightness of the piano. Levi couldn’t help but be drawn into the way each note seemed to carry a story, each movement deliberate and thoughtful. She closed her eyes, getting lost in the melody, her face a picture of focus and serenity.

When she finished, Levi’s voice was soft but filled with genuine admiration. “You play like it’s a part of you, like each note means something.”

Solina’s blush deepened, but her smile was genuine as she set the cello back down. “Thank you, Levi. It does mean something to me. It’s… It’s how I express things I can’t put into words.” She glanced down at her hands, flexing her fingers as if feeling the music still coursing through them. “I don’t know what I’d be like without music.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Levi’s steady voice filled the space. “It’s rare to find that kind of dedication,” he murmured. “Most people wouldn’t understand what it means to put yourself into something like this.”

Solina looked up, her eyes warm. “I think you understand better than anyone, Captain. You’re dedicated to what you do. And I admire that about you.”

Her words struck something deep within him, and he found himself momentarily at a loss for words. Instead, he simply nodded, his gaze meeting hers with an intensity that was both silent and telling. Her words seemed to hang in the air, a quiet affirmation of the unspoken respect they shared.

Solina broke the silence, clearing her throat softly as she made her way over to the violin, lifting it with a delicate touch. She positioned it under her chin, adjusting herself as she met Levi’s gaze once more. “This one… was the hardest for me to learn,” she confessed with a small, almost playful smile. “But once I learned, it became one of my favorites.”

She drew the bow across the strings, filling the room with a hauntingly beautiful sound. The violin’s melody was soft, almost whispering as she played, yet it held a power that stirred something deep within. Levi felt himself captivated, watching the way she moved, each note deliberate and expressive. He found himself wondering if she had ever played for anyone the way she was playing for him now.

As the final note faded, Solina lowered the violin, a slightly breathless look in her eyes as she glanced at him. “I… I know it must seem silly to play for you like this, but… it’s a part of who I am. And I want you to know that part of me, Captain.”

Levi met her gaze, his expression uncharacteristically soft. “It’s not silly at all,” he replied. “It’s… impressive.” His voice was quieter, almost contemplative. “To be able to express yourself like that… it’s a rare gift.”

They stood there in silence, a mutual understanding filling the air as they both processed the depth of the moment. Solina gently placed the violin back in its stand, her hand lingering on it briefly before turning to Levi, her face thoughtful.

“My father always told me to nurture my talents, even if they didn’t seem useful to others,” she said, her voice filled with a fondness Levi hadn’t heard before. “He’s the reason I learned to play in the first place. He saw something in me when I was just a baby and encouraged it. It’s how we’ve always bonded.” Her eyes softened, her expression becoming more vulnerable as she opened up. “Even now, whenever I play, I feel like he’s here with me, like I’m carrying on something important.”

Levi nodded, absorbing her words. “Your father sounds like a good man,” he said quietly. “And you’ve clearly honored what he’s given you.”

Her smile widened, a hint of pride mingling with her shyness. “It means a lot to me that you’d say that.” She shifted, a little hesitant. “I… I hope that one day, I can be as supportive of you. I know I’m not a soldier, but… I hope I can be a support to you in other ways.”

Levi felt a rare flicker of warmth in his chest, her words bringing him an unexpected sense of comfort. “You already are,” he replied, his tone steady yet sincere.

Solina gave him another bashful smile before looking away. Her gaze fell on her grand piano and an idea struck in her head.

“Levi… would… would you like to play something,,, with me?” Solina asked shyly.

Levi’s eyes widened just a fraction. He wasn’t expecting that invitation. He had never played an instrument before, but there was something in Solina’s gaze, a soft pleading that made him want to give in to her request.

“Alright,” Levi said softly.

Solina’s green eyes lit up as she smiles and gestured for him to take a seat on the piano bench. She couldn’t believe he actually agreed.

They sat side by side on the piano bench, her fingers gently guiding his along the keys as she taught him a simple melody. Levi’s hands, usually so accustomed to wielding blades and maneuvering his gear, felt strangely out of place on the smooth, polished keys. But under Solina's patient guidance, he found himself easing into it, allowing the notes to blend together in a simple yet harmonious tune.

“See?” Solina’s voice was soft, a delighted smile gracing her face. “You’re a natural, Captain.”

Levi huffed lightly, his lips twitching into a rare smile. “I’m not sure about that, but I’ll take your word for it.”

They played the melody a few more times, their hands occasionally brushing against each other. The intimacy of the moment hung in the air, the music creating a gentle rhythm that seemed to synchronize their breaths, their heartbeats. As the final note faded, they turned to face each other, both feeling the weight of the moment.

Levi’s gaze settled on her face, studying every delicate feature with newfound appreciation. Solina’s cheeks flushed under his intense scrutiny, her lips parting slightly as she caught her breath. She noticed how his eyes flickered down to her lips, lingering there for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Her heart raced, and she felt an electric thrill shoot through her as he began leaning in, his gaze never wavering from hers.

It felt surreal to Solina, as though everything around them had faded, leaving only the two of them suspended in this fragile, intimate moment. She swallowed nervously, but a small, giddy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she began to lean in, her eyes drifting shut as the space between them diminished.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the door to the music room burst open with a loud clatter, jolting them both back to reality. Solina and Levi sprang apart, their faces flushed, as they looked over to see Prince Solomon, his expression caught between annoyance and amusement as he stood there, out of breath. Behind him, the twins, Solandor and Solenne, were giggling uncontrollably, clearly the culprits behind the intrusion.

“Solandor, Solenne,” Solomon’s voice held a tinge of exasperation as he reached for his missing pocket watch that the twins dangled in front of him like a prize. But his gaze quickly shifted back to Levi and Solina, his brows raised as he took in their obviously flustered expressions. “Well,” he said, a hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Did we interrupt something?”

The twins, oblivious to the tension in the room, looked between their sister and Levi with wide eyes and grins. “Were you two about to kiss?” Solandor piped up, looking delighted as if he’d just stumbled upon the most exciting piece of gossip.

Solina’s face turned scarlet, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find something to say, though words utterly failed her. Levi, equally embarrassed, cleared his throat, avoiding everyone’s gaze as he quickly adjusted his collar, pretending to find great interest in the piano keys. The entire situation felt like it had spiraled out of control in seconds, and Solina could hardly breathe from the flurry of emotions—embarrassment, nerves, and that undeniable, lingering excitement.

“Solandor, Solenne,” Solomon said, trying to regain some semblance of control, though there was clear amusement dancing in his eyes. “It’s rude to barge in on people.” He took his pocket watch back from Solandor’s small hand, ruffling his little brother’s hair with a smirk. “And perhaps you should give them some space.”

The twins, grinning mischievously, didn’t seem the least bit chastised, though Solandor whispered loudly to his sister, “But they’re going to get married! Why can’t they kiss?”

“Because it’s none of your business,” Solina mumbled, her voice flustered as she gently pushed Solandor’s shoulder in mock frustration, though a small smile broke through her embarrassment. She glanced at Levi, who looked equally mortified yet seemed to share her amusement at the absurdity of the situation.

Lady Solana suddenly appeared in the doorway, assessing the scene with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling. “Come now, little ones,” she said, gesturing for the twins to follow her. “Your sister and Captain Levi deserve some peace.”

Solandor and Solenne looked disappointed but trotted over to their mother. Solenne, with a cheeky grin, gave her sister a knowing look. “Don’t worry, sister. We’ll give you plenty of time to kiss later!” And with that, she burst into a fit of giggles, tugging Solandor along with her as Lady Solana led them out of the room, leaving Levi and Solina alone once more.

As soon as the door closed, Solina exhaled a long, relieved sigh, though a soft chuckle slipped from her lips as she looked up at Levi, the awkwardness of the moment replaced by a shy, lingering warmth.

Levi gave her a small, dry smile, though his eyes softened as they met hers. “Quite the lively household you have,” he murmured, a faint smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

Solina laughed, a sound filled with warmth and happiness, the last traces of embarrassment melting away. “They are a handful, but… they mean well.” She hesitated, her gaze flickering back to his face as a shy smile returned. “I suppose… we’ll have more time together soon.”

“Yeah,” Levi agreed softly, his gaze steady as it lingered on hers. The unspoken promise between them hung in the air, both of them feeling the anticipation of what was to come.

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Levi stood off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression as impassive as ever. He was watching Tiana, who was chatting animatedly with Hange and Armin near the mess hall. There was a lightness to her that he admired, a joy that seemed to radiate from her whenever she smiled. It was a joy that he hadn’t seen in a long time, a joy that was contagious.

Jean, Connie, and Sasha were sitting nearby, their eyes flicking between Levi and Tiana, mischievous grins spreading across their faces. Connie nudged Jean with his elbow, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Hey, Jean,” he whispered, not bothering to lower his voice too much. “You think Captain Levi’s gone soft now that he’s in love?”

Jean chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know, man,” he replied, his tone teasing. “But he sure does look… different. I mean, look at him. He’s actually… smiling.”

Sasha giggled, leaning in closer. “Do you think he’s thinking about Tiana?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement. “I mean, he’s definitely watching her.”

Connie snickered, nodding. “Oh, definitely,” he agreed. “He’s got that look in his eyes, you know? That look that says, ‘I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it.’”

Jean grinned, his eyes flicking to Levi. “Hey, Captain!” he called out, his tone light, teasing. “You’ve gone soft on us, haven’t you?”

Levi turned his head, his eyes narrowing slightly at the group of scouts. “What did you say, Jean?” he asked, his tone flat, though there was a hint of warning in his voice.

Jean held up his hands in mock surrender, but his grin didn’t fade. “I’m just saying, Captain,” he continued, his voice filled with amusement. “You’ve been smiling a lot more lately. Could it be that you’re… in love?”

Connie and Sasha burst into laughter, their eyes dancing with mischief. “Yeah, Captain,” Connie chimed in, a wide grin on his face. “You’ve definitely gone soft. Who knew that all it took was a little love?”

Levi’s eyes flicked to each of them in turn, his expression unimpressed. “You brats have too much time on your hands,” he muttered, his tone dry. “Maybe I should assign you all some extra training.”

Sasha quickly straightened, trying to suppress her laughter. “No, no, Captain!” she said, her voice filled with mock seriousness. “We’re just… happy for you. It’s nice to see you… you know, happy.”

Levi’s expression softened just a fraction, though he still maintained his stern demeanor. “I’m always happy,” he replied, his tone deadpan.

Jean snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, sure, Captain,” he said, his voice filled with laughter. “But you can’t fool us. We know what’s going on.”

Levi sighed, his eyes rolling slightly. “And what’s that, Jean?” he asked, his tone exasperated.

Jean grinned wider, leaning back against the bench. “You’re in love, Captain,” he said simply, his tone softening slightly. “And honestly? It looks good on you.”

Connie nodded in agreement, his smile genuine. “Yeah, Captain,” he added. “We’re just glad to see you happy. You deserve it.”

Levi’s eyes flicked to each of them, his expression softening despite himself. He knew they were teasing, but there was a warmth in their words that he couldn’t ignore. He turned his gaze back to Tiana, watching as she laughed with Hange, her face alight with joy. And for a moment, he allowed himself to smile—a real smile.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, more to himself than to them. “I guess I am.”

Sasha’s eyes widened, and she nudged Connie excitedly. “Did you hear that?” she whispered, her voice filled with delight. “He admitted it!”

Connie chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I heard,” he replied, his grin wide. “Captain Levi, in love. Who would’ve thought?”

Jean shook his head, a soft smile on his face. “Guess there’s hope for all of us, huh?” he said, his tone light, teasing. “If even Captain Miserable can find love…”

Levi rolled his eyes again, though his smile lingered. “Enough,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind. “Get back to work, all of you. Before I change my mind about that extra training.”

The scouts laughed, but they quickly complied, their smiles lingering as they returned to their tasks. Levi watched them for a moment, his expression softening. He knew they meant well. And in their own way, they were right.

He turned back to Tiana, his heart swelling with affection as he watched her. She turned and caught his gaze, her own smile widening, her eyes filled with warmth. She gave him a small wave, and he felt a flutter in his chest—a feeling he wasn’t quite used to, but one he was beginning to cherish.

As he walked over to join her, the scouts’ teasing voices echoing behind him, Levi couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. For the first time in a long time, he felt… whole. And he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he had found something worth fighting for—someone worth protecting, someone worth loving.

And that, he realized, was more than enough.

…

Tiana and Levi were alone in her quarters, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the window, casting warm, golden hues across the room. It had been a long day filled with drills, training, and the ever-present tension that came with being part of the Scouts. But now, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, there was a rare, peaceful quiet that settled over the HQ.

Tiana had been eyeing Levi for the past few minutes, watching the way he stretched his neck, the way his shoulders seemed perpetually tense. She knew Levi was a man of few words when it came to his own comfort—he never complained, never asked for anything. But she could see the exhaustion etched into the lines of his face, the weariness in his eyes that he tried so hard to hide.

“Levi,” she said softly, her voice breaking the comfortable silence between them. “Come sit down. I want to give you something.”

Levi looked up from where he stood by the window, his gaze meeting hers. “What is it?” he asked, his tone curious but slightly wary. He wasn’t used to being doted on, and even less used to being asked to sit and relax.

Tiana smiled gently, patting the edge of the bed. “Just… sit down,” she insisted, her tone playful but warm. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

He raised an eyebrow but did as she asked, walking over and sitting down on the bed. She moved behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Take off your shirt,” she said softly, her hands already beginning to work on the stiff fabric.

Levi hesitated for a moment, glancing back at her. “Why?” he asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Tiana chuckled softly, her fingers deftly working the buttons. “Because I’m going to give you a massage,” she replied, her tone light, almost teasing. “You look like you could use one.”

Levi blinked, clearly caught off guard. “A massage?” he repeated, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and confusion. “I’ve never had a massage before.”

Tiana’s smile softened. “I figured as much,” she said gently. “You’re always so tense, Levi. Let me help you relax. Just this once.”

He stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable, before finally nodding. “All right,” he agreed, his voice quiet. “Just… don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Tiana couldn’t help but smile as she helped him shrug off his shirt, her eyes tracing the well-defined muscles of his back. She could see the tension there, the tightness in his shoulders, the way his muscles seemed perpetually coiled, ready for action. She knew he carried a lot on those shoulders—responsibility, duty, the weight of being Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

She took a deep breath, her hands moving to rest on his back, her fingers brushing lightly against his skin. “Just relax,” she murmured softly, her voice soothing. “Close your eyes and try to let go.”

Levi did as she asked, closing his eyes, his posture stiff at first. But as her hands began to move, pressing gently into the muscles of his back, he felt a strange sensation wash over him—a warmth, a comfort he hadn’t realized he was missing.

Tiana’s fingers worked expertly, kneading the knots in his shoulders, the tension in his neck. She moved slowly, deliberately, her touch firm but gentle. She could feel the tightness in his muscles, the way his body seemed to resist at first, unused to this kind of attention, this kind of care.

Levi’s breath hitched slightly as she pressed into a particularly tight spot, his eyes fluttering open for a moment before closing again. “That… feels good,” he muttered, his voice low, almost surprised.

Tiana smiled, her hands continuing their work. “Just relax,” she whispered again, her fingers moving in slow, soothing circles. “Let me take care of you.”

Levi’s shoulders slowly began to loosen under her touch, his muscles softening as he let himself sink into the sensation. He wasn’t used to this—this kind of softness, this kind of comfort. It was foreign, unfamiliar, but in a strange way, it was… nice.

As Tiana continued her massage, she felt him begin to relax even more, his breathing becoming slower, deeper. She moved her hands down his back, pressing into the tight muscles there, her touch firm but soothing. She could feel the knots slowly melting away, could feel the tension leaving his body.

Levi let out a soft sigh, his head tilting forward slightly. He could feel himself drifting, the sensation of her hands on his back lulling him into a state of calm he hadn’t felt in years. He didn’t realize how tired he was, how much he needed this—needed her.

Tiana smiled softly as she felt him begin to relax even more, his body leaning slightly into her touch. She could see the lines of tension in his face slowly softening, could hear the faint, almost imperceptible sighs of contentment that escaped his lips.

She moved her hands back up to his shoulders, her fingers pressing gently into the base of his neck, massaging the tension there. She could feel his muscles relaxing under her touch, could feel him beginning to melt into the bed.

Levi’s breathing became even slower, deeper, his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel himself slipping into a light, almost dreamlike state, his mind drifting as the soothing sensation of her hands on his back lulled him closer to sleep.

Tiana smiled as she felt him begin to doze off, his head dipping slightly, his breathing slow and steady. She leaned in closer, her voice a soft whisper. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “You can sleep, Levi. I’m here.”

Levi’s lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes remaining closed. “Mmm… don’t want to,” he muttered, though his voice was thick with drowsiness. “Want to stay awake… with you.”

Tiana’s smile widened, her hands still moving gently over his back. “It’s okay,” she whispered again, her tone soothing. “I’ll be here when you wake up. Just… relax.”

Levi’s body relaxed further at her words, his head dipping forward, his breath becoming even slower, deeper. And before he knew it, he was drifting off, the sensation of her hands on his back, the warmth of her presence, lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Tiana continued to massage his back for a few more minutes, her touch gentle, soothing. She could feel the tension leaving his body, could feel him fully relax for the first time since she’d met him. And as she watched him sleep, his face soft, peaceful, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment, knowing that she was able to give him this moment of peace, this moment of rest.

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his neck, her lips brushing against his skin. “Sweet dreams, Levi,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with warmth and love.

And as Levi slept, his body finally relaxed, his mind finally at ease, Tiana knew that she would always be there for him—to care for him, to love him, to give him the peace he so desperately needed. And for the first time in a long time, she felt truly, deeply happy.

…

A few hours later, Tiana sat at the small desk in her quarters, the room bathed in the soft glow of a single lantern. The evening was quiet, a gentle breeze rustling the curtains, the only sound the faint murmur of distant voices from the scouts outside. She dipped her pen into the ink pot, her fingers curling around the smooth handle as she brought it to the paper. 

She had meant to write this letter for days now, but between the chaos of her work, the unexpected turn her relationship with Levi had taken, and the ever-present tension of being on Paradis, she hadn’t found the time. But tonight felt different—tonight, she felt calm, content, a soft smile playing at her lips as she thought about the man who had unknowingly stolen her heart.

She began to write, her pen moving smoothly across the paper, the words flowing easily from her mind.

…

Dear Mama, Papa, Grandma, and my sweet sisters,

I hope this letter finds you safe and well in Hizuru. I miss you all more than words can say. Every day, I think of you—of our home, of the way things used to be before everything changed. I wish more than anything that we could be together again, but I know that right now, this is where I need to be.

I want to tell you about someone important. I’ve mentioned him briefly before in my previous letters, but I think it’s time I tell you more. His name is Levi—Captain Levi Ackerman. He’s… well, he’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before.

At first, I didn’t know what to make of him. He’s stern, serious, and has this intense presence that can make even the bravest soldier stand at attention. He’s quiet, reserved, and sometimes a bit gruff. But there’s so much more to him than that. Beneath that tough exterior is a man who is fiercely loyal, incredibly brave, and, surprisingly, very gentle when he wants to be.

Levi is… complicated. He’s been through so much, seen so much. He carries a heavy burden, the weight of all the lives he’s sworn to protect, and it shows in his eyes, in the way he carries himself. But there’s also a softness to him, a kindness that he tries to hide. I’ve seen it in the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching, in the way he talks to me when it’s just the two of us.

I didn’t expect to find someone like him here, in the midst of all this chaos. I didn’t expect to feel this way at all. But Levi… he’s different. He makes me feel safe, even in the most dangerous of situations. He makes me feel… seen. And I think—I hope—he feels the same way about me.

We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately, and it’s become clear that what we have is more than just a professional relationship. It’s more than friendship. I know you might find this surprising—maybe even a little worrying, given everything that’s happening here—but I want you to know that I’m happy. Truly happy. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be, with someone who understands me in a way no one else ever has.

I wish you could meet him. I wish you could see the way he looks at me, the way he tries to hide his smile when I make a joke, the way his eyes soften when I talk about home. He’s not perfect—far from it. But neither am I. And maybe that’s why we fit together so well.

I know things are uncertain right now, and I don’t know what the future holds for any of us. But I do know that with Levi by my side, I feel a little braver, a little stronger. And I think… I think that’s enough.

I promise to keep writing, to keep you updated on everything that’s happening here. I know you worry, and I wish I could do more to ease your fears. But please know that I’m doing my best, and I’m surrounded by people who care for me. And most importantly, know that I love you all more than anything in this world.

Please take care of yourselves. Give my love to everyone, and know that I’m thinking of you always.

With all my love,

Tiana

…

Tiana set the pen down, her fingers lingering on the paper as she read over her words. She felt a warmth spread through her chest, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She had wanted to share this part of her life with her family for so long, to let them know that despite everything—the danger, the uncertainty, the constant threat of Marley—she had found something good, something worth holding onto.

She carefully folded the letter, slipping it into an envelope and sealing it with a wax stamp. She would send it with the next dispatch to Hizuru, hoping it would reach them safely. 

As she sat back in her chair, she felt a familiar presence behind her. She turned to see Levi standing in the doorway, his expression soft, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“What’s that?” he asked quietly, nodding toward the envelope in her hand.

Tiana smiled, holding it up. “A letter to my family,” she replied, her voice gentle. “I… I told them about you.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “About me?” he repeated, his tone a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Tiana nodded, her smile widening. “Yes,” she said softly, standing up and walking over to him. “I told them how important you are to me… how you’ve become someone I care about deeply.”

Levi’s expression softened, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You think they’ll approve?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.

Tiana chuckled, her fingers brushing against his. “I think they’ll be happy that I’m happy,” she replied, her voice filled with quiet confidence. “And that’s all that matters.”

Levi nodded, his eyes searching hers, his hand reaching up to gently cup her cheek. “I’m glad you wrote to them,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against her skin. “And I’m glad… you’re happy.”

Tiana leaned into his touch, her heart swelling with affection. “I am, Levi,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his. “And it’s because of you.”

Levi’s smile widened just a fraction, his eyes softening. “Good,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet sincerity. “Because I feel the same way.”

And as they stood there, the world outside quiet, their hearts beating in unison, Tiana knew that no matter what lay ahead, she had found something worth fighting for—someone worth holding onto. And she would never let that go.

…

The next dayTiana and Levi were seated on a small bench outside her workshop, enjoying a rare moment of quiet amidst their busy lives. The soft evening breeze tousled Tiana’s passion twists, her eyes reflecting the fading light as she looked at Levi, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Levi sat beside her, his posture relaxed, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He was content—more content than he had been in a long time. The air between them was filled with a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes when two people are truly at ease with each other.

Breaking the silence, Tiana turned to face Levi fully, her smile widening. “Levi,” she began, her voice soft but filled with amusement, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. Something I probably should have told you a while ago.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. “Oh?” he said, his tone light, teasing. “And what’s that?”

Tiana bit her lip, a small laugh escaping her as she looked down at her hands. “I had a secret crush on you from day one,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with a hint of color. “And the only person who knew… was Hange.”

Levi blinked, clearly caught off guard by her confession. “A crush?” he repeated, his voice filled with surprise. “From day one?”

Tiana nodded, her smile turning sheepish. “Yeah,” she said softly. “From the moment I met you. I mean, you were… are… this incredible soldier, strong, brave, a little scary… but also… really handsome.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly, his expression shifting from surprise to something more incredulous. “You’re serious?” he asked, his voice low. “You had a crush on me… and Hange knew?”

Tiana laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yes, Levi,” she said, her tone light. “Hange figured it out pretty quickly. She’s… surprisingly observant when it comes to things like that.”

Levi shook his head, still processing the information. “And here I thought Hange was just being… Hange,” he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. “So all those times she was grinning at me like an idiot, she was… teasing you?”

Tiana nodded again, her smile growing. “Yep,” she confirmed. “Especially that time a few months ago when you came back to the workshop on guard duty. Remember? You walked in, and Hange and I were talking. I was flustered, and Hange had that big grin on her face.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled the memory. “Yeah, I remember,” he said slowly. “I sensed you two were talking about something… I just didn’t know what.”

Tiana giggled, her eyes bright with laughter. “We were talking about you,” she admitted, her tone teasing. “Hange was teasing me about my crush on you, and I was trying to get her to shut up before you came back. But of course, you walked in right as she was in the middle of it.”

Levi’s mouth fell open slightly, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “You were… talking about me?” he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief.

Tiana nodded, her smile softening. “Yes, Levi,” she said gently. “I was. I couldn’t help it. I was so flustered, and Hange… well, she likes to tease. Especially when it comes to things like that.”

Levi ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in amazement. “I can’t believe it,” he muttered, his tone half-amused, half-incredulous. “All this time… you had a crush on me?”

Tiana leaned in closer, her eyes meeting his, her expression tender. “Yes, Levi,” she repeated softly. “From day one. And I’m not ashamed to admit it.”

Levi’s eyes softened as he looked at her, his expression shifting to one of quiet awe. “And here I thought… you just tolerated me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never imagined… that you actually liked me. Like that.”

Tiana laughed softly, reaching out to take his hand in hers. “I more than liked you,” she said, her voice warm. “I was completely smitten. And I didn’t know what to do about it. I was too shy to say anything, and I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way.”

Levi squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Well, I’m glad you did,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet sincerity. “Because… I don’t know what I’d do without you now.”

Tiana’s heart swelled at his words, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “You don’t have to worry about that,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. “I’m not going anywhere, Levi. I’m here… with you.”

Levi’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile, his eyes never leaving hers. “Good,” he said softly. “Because I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

They sat there in silence for a moment, their hands intertwined, their gazes locked. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, wrapped up in each other. 

Finally, Levi let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “I still can’t believe Hange knew,” he said, his tone filled with amusement. “She’s never going to let me live this down.”

Tiana giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “No, she won’t,” she agreed. “But that’s okay. Because now, we don’t have to hide anything. We can be… us. For real.”

Levi nodded, his smile widening. “Yeah,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet contentment. “For real.”

And as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over them, they sat there, hand in hand, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together. And that, they both realized, was more than enough.

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Those words reverberated through his mind like a heartbeat, steady and powerful. His heart swelled with an emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time—a warmth, a joy so profound that it almost hurt. The stoic mask he usually wore, the one that hid his darkest thoughts and deepest fears, cracked for a moment, revealing the tenderness beneath. A small, genuine smile touched his lips as he thought about Aurora, the woman who had stood by his side, the woman who had healed parts of him he didn’t even know were broken.

They were going to be parents. He, Eren Jaeger, the man the world now saw as a devil, would be a father. The thought sent a shiver through him, a combination of excitement and fear. He had faced titans, fought in countless battles, and carried the weight of an entire nation’s future on his shoulders—but this? This was different. This was life—a life that he and Aurora had created together.

His hand clenched into a fist, pressing against his chest as he tried to steady his breathing. The love he felt for Aurora was already overwhelming, but now, knowing she was carrying their child… it was almost too much. He wanted to be with her, to hold her close, to feel her warmth and let her know that everything was going to be okay.

But there was still so much ahead. So much danger. So much blood that needed to be spilled to secure the future he had envisioned. Eren opened his eyes, and the warmth in them began to fade, replaced by the cold, calculating resolve that had driven him this far. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions cloud his judgment—not now. Not when everything was so close.

The rumbling. His plan. It was all falling into place, but now it wasn’t just about freedom for Paradis—it was about his family. His family. Aurora and their unborn child. He couldn’t fail. He wouldn’t fail. He had to survive, not just for Paradis, but for them.

Eren's thoughts drifted back to the cabin, their secret haven for all those months. The memory of Aurora’s laughter, the sight of her smiling as she worked in the garden, the way her eyes lit up whenever they talked about their future. She had been his first friend, his first love, and now, she was the mother of his child. Despite the chaos around them, despite the looming battles and destruction, those moments in the cabin had been the happiest of his life. And now, even in the darkness of his cell, that happiness glowed like a beacon, reminding him of what he was fighting for.

He thought of Aurora, alone in her room at Historia’s estate, probably just as anxious as he was. She was strong, resilient, but he knew this world wasn’t kind to people like her—people who valued life, who wanted peace. He had dragged her into this war, into his fight, and now she was carrying a child into it, too. Guilt gnawed at him, but he pushed it down, refusing to let it take root. Aurora had chosen him, just as he had chosen her. And together, they would survive this.

He had to survive. There was no other option.

Eren’s mind raced, thoughts of their future intertwining with his plans for the present. He needed to ensure Aurora’s safety above all else. She couldn’t remain in the crosshairs of the military or Marley’s forces. Once the rumbling was unleashed, once the world trembled before his power, he would create a world where they could live in peace. A world where Aurora wouldn’t have to be afraid, where their child could grow up free from fear of titans, war, or death.

The thought of their child—their child—strengthened his resolve. Eren’s gaze hardened, his jaw clenched as the enormity of the responsibility sank in. This wasn’t just about vengeance for what Marley had done to his people, or even revenge for what they had done to Aurora’s family. This was about creating a future where his child wouldn’t be hunted like an animal. Where his child wouldn’t grow up with the same hatred and fear that had shaped his own life.

He couldn’t die. Not now. Not when there was so much at stake. His life was no longer just his own—it belonged to Aurora, to their unborn child. He wouldn’t leave them behind, wouldn’t let them fend for themselves in a world as cruel as this one. He had to survive. He had to ensure that the rumbling succeeded, that the world beyond Paradis was flattened, and that the island was free from threats forever.

His hand rested over his abdomen, where the power of the Founding, War Hammer  and Attack Titans pulsed within him. He had the power to change everything, to ensure that his family would never know the horrors he had faced. The memory of Lara Tybur’s crystallized form cracking beneath the Jaw Titan’s fangs flashed through his mind. The war hammer’s power was now his, and with it, he had even more strength to wield against the enemies of Paradis.

But even as the brutal plans solidified in his mind, his heart pulled him back to Aurora. He thought of the way her hair glowed in the moonlight, the way she’d laugh softly when he would hold her close, the way her eyes sparkled whenever they spoke of their future together. Soon, he promised himself. Soon, they would be together again, and nothing would stand in their way.

He couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms again, to whisper in her ear how much he loved her, how much he loved the life they were building together. For all the pain and suffering they had both endured, there was still hope. There was still a future worth fighting for.

Eren closed his eyes for a moment, picturing Aurora’s face, imagining the child she carried—their child. He smiled faintly, a rare glimmer of hope breaking through the steel resolve. He was going to be a father, and that changed everything.

He wasn’t just fighting for freedom anymore. He was fighting for them.

…

Historia returned to the farm later that day, the sun casting long shadows over the golden fields as she approached the modest farmhouse where Aurora had been staying. Aurora had been sitting on the porch, her hands resting gently on her stomach, deep in thought. The past few weeks had been overwhelming—Eren’s absence weighed heavily on her, and now, with the knowledge of her pregnancy, she was consumed by both excitement and anxiety. She wanted nothing more than for Eren to be by her side, especially now that they were starting a family together.

As Historia approached, Aurora stood up, her heart quickening as she read the serious expression on Historia’s face.

“Did you see him?” Aurora asked, her voice soft but laced with concern. “Is he okay?”

Historia nodded, her usual calm demeanor reassuring. “He’s fine, Aurora. I told him about the baby.”

Aurora’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. “What… what did he say?”

A small smile crossed Historia’s lips as she walked up the steps and joined Aurora on the porch. “He was shocked, but… happy. I’ve never seen him so happy. He told me to tell you that he loves you and that he’s coming for you. He’s going to break out of jail soon, and he’s not going to let anything happen to you or the baby.”

Aurora exhaled a sigh of relief, tears welling up in her eyes. She had been so afraid that Eren wouldn’t return in time, that something terrible might happen to him before he even knew about their child. But hearing that he was as excited and determined as she was filled her with hope.

“Thank you, Historia,” Aurora whispered, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill. “I’m so glad he knows.”

Historia placed a comforting hand on Aurora’s shoulder. “You’re strong, Aurora. And you’re not alone in this. Eren will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. And so will I.”

Aurora nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for Historia. She didn’t know what she would’ve done without her support during these trying times.

But Historia’s expression grew more serious as she turned to look out over the fields. “There’s something else. Eren told me the plan has to move forward faster now. Because of the pregnancy.”

Aurora’s heart skipped a beat. She had suspected that her condition would complicate things, but now it seemed like the stakes had been raised even higher.

“Faster? What does that mean?” Aurora asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Historia turned back to her, her eyes filled with resolve. “It means that we don’t have time to wait. Eren is going to break out of jail in just two weeks. He’s going to initiate the coup d’état with the Jaegerists.”

At that moment, Historia called for one of her aides, sending him off to retrieve Floch discreetly. Aurora watched as the aide ran toward the nearby building.

“What’s going to happen?” Aurora asked, worry creeping into her voice.

“Floch has been gathering supporters from all branches of the military,” Historia explained. “Jaegerists, they call themselves. They’re loyal to Eren and his vision for Paradis. We’re going to merge these supporters into a single, powerful branch of the military—one that will follow Eren’s orders, no matter what.”

Aurora felt a cold chill run down her spine. She understood why Eren was doing this—why he felt he had no choice but to take control of Paradis’s military. But the idea of a coup, of overthrowing the current regime, made her stomach twist in knots. This wasn’t just a political move—this was war, and her husband was at the center of it.

Just then, Floch arrived, a look of surprise on his face as he approached Historia and Aurora. He had been expecting orders, but nothing of this magnitude.

“You sent for me, Your Majesty?” Floch said, bowing his head slightly in respect.

Historia wasted no time. “Floch, the plan is moving faster than anticipated. Eren is breaking out of jail in the next two weeks. We need to round up all the Jaegerists from across the branches of the military. The coup d’état is happening soon.”

Floch’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait, what? Already? I thought we were waiting for the right moment—”

“There is no more time to wait,” Historia interrupted firmly. “Aurora is pregnant. Eren can’t afford to stay locked up any longer. We need to move now.”

Floch’s mouth opened in stunned silence, his eyes flickering between Aurora and Historia. He hadn’t expected this—a pregnancy, a child… This changed everything. If Aurora was pregnant, then Eren had even more reason to take control of Paradis. It wasn’t just about saving the island anymore. It was about ensuring the safety of his family.

“Pregnant…” Floch muttered, running a hand through his hair as he processed the information. “Okay. Okay, this changes things. We’ll need to accelerate everything. I’ll get in contact with the Jaegerists. We’ll be ready.”

Historia nodded, satisfied with Floch’s determination. “Good. When the time comes, Eren will lead the Jaegerists as the new Commander of this branch. Once he’s out of jail, we’ll make sure the people see him as their leader—their only hope for survival.”

Floch’s eyes gleamed with fierce loyalty. “I’ll make sure everything’s in place. The old military brass won’t know what hit them.”

As Floch turned to leave, Historia called after him. “Make sure to keep this discreet. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

Floch nodded before turning towards the exit, already planning how to mobilize the Jaegerists. Aurora watched him go, her heart pounding in her chest. The reality of the situation was sinking in—everything was happening so fast. Soon, Eren would be free, but the cost of that freedom weighed heavily on her mind.

Historia placed a reassuring hand on Aurora’s arm. “Eren will be back with you soon. And when he is, he’ll make sure that nothing happens to you or your child.”

Aurora nodded, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach. She hoped that Historia’s words would be enough to calm her nerves, but the storm brewing around them was impossible to ignore.

Floch hesitated at the door, turning back to face both women with a grim expression. His usual cocky confidence was replaced by a hard, calculating look—one that spoke to the seriousness of the situation. “You should know… the brass doesn’t trust me. Not me, not you, Your Majesty, and definitely not you, Mrs. Jaeger,” he said, looking at Aurora. “And they’re not just suspicious. They’re making plans, real ones. They want to make sure they have control over Eren.”

Historia’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, plans?”

Floch lowered his voice, glancing around even though they were already in the privacy of Historia’s quarters. “The premier and some of the top brass… they’re looking for someone they can trust to inherit Eren’s titan abilities. They want to feed Eren to someone else. Someone they think they can control.”

The room seemed to go completely silent, and Aurora felt the blood drain from her face. Her heart pounded, drowning out everything around her. “They want to… kill him?” she whispered, barely able to get the words out. The idea sent a shock of fear through her so powerful that her entire body felt paralyzed.

Historia clenched her fists, her jaw tightening as she considered the implications. “We knew they were wary of him, but… I didn’t think they’d go so far as to kill him,” she said, voice trembling with contained rage. “They’re truly afraid of him.”

Floch nodded, his gaze shifting between them. “They don’t trust Eren or his plans. They think he’s too dangerous, especially after what happened in Liberio. They’re already mobilizing forces—slowly, quietly—but the Premier isn’t going to wait around. He’s making moves.”

Aurora’s mind was a whirlwind of dread and desperation. She gripped her hands together, trembling as she tried to process the weight of what Floch had just said. “But… but Eren can handle himself, right? He’d never let them do that to him… he wouldn’t…”

Floch frowned, looking uncertain. “I don’t know. Eren is strong, but the brass has resources, and they’ll strike when he’s vulnerable. They’ll try to trap him, catch him off guard. They won’t make this easy.”

Aurora felt her heartbeat quicken, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as fear clawed at her throat. She could already see it in her mind—a horrible vision of Eren being overwhelmed, trapped, unable to fight back. Her worst nightmare. She couldn’t lose him; she’d rather die herself than see him taken away. And if they went through with this plan, if they actually killed him…

“We need to warn him,” Aurora said, her voice almost frantic. “We need to warn him now. We can’t just wait around while they plot against him. Please, Historia. He needs to know.”

Historia placed a hand on Aurora’s shoulder, trying to calm her down. “I understand, Aurora. But you need to stay calm. We can’t rush into this. The more suspicious we act, the more they’ll watch us. Going to his cell now isn’t an option; there are too many eyes on us.”

But Aurora was barely listening. Her mind was racing, filled with terrible images and the gnawing thought of Eren in danger, alone and unaware of what was happening. She shook her head, her hands balling into fists. “I don’t care about the risks,” she said, her voice rising as panic took hold. “I can’t lose him, Historia. I can’t. I’ll… I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him safe.”

The intensity of her words hung heavily in the air, and even Floch looked slightly taken aback by the fierce determination in her voice. But Historia didn’t flinch. She looked at Aurora with steady, understanding eyes.

“Listen, Aurora,” Historia said softly, her tone firm yet gentle. “I know you’d do anything to protect him. But we need to think carefully about this. If we act recklessly, we’ll only put Eren in more danger. If we’re going to help him, we need to do it the right way, with the right strategy.”

Floch nodded, his expression serious. “She’s right. If we try to act out of desperation, they’ll catch onto us. Right now, our best weapon is patience. Let them think they have control. When Eren breaks out, we’ll be ready.”

Aurora forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew they were right, that acting out of panic would only make things worse. But the fear of losing Eren, the love of her life, was overwhelming. She closed her eyes, focusing on his face, on the promise he’d made to her. He’d told her he would protect her and their child. He’d told her to trust him. She had to believe in that promise, as hard as it was in this moment.

“Alright,” Aurora whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ll wait. But please… let’s make sure he knows, somehow. I don’t want him to be blindsided.”

Historia nodded, squeezing Aurora’s hand reassuringly. “We’ll make sure he knows. And when the time comes, he’ll be ready. We’ll all be ready.”

Floch stepped back, nodding with determination. “I’ll do my part. We’re rallying the Jaegerists across the branches as we speak. By the time Eren breaks out, we’ll have a force loyal to him, a force that won’t hesitate to defend him against anyone who tries to take him down.”

Aurora watched Floch leave, her heart still heavy with worry but tempered by a newfound sense of determination. She wasn’t powerless. She had Historia, she had Floch, and she had Eren’s promise. No matter what the military tried, no matter how desperate they became, she would stand by Eren’s side. They’d face whatever came together, and she’d protect their child with every ounce of strength she had.

As the door closed, Historia gently pulled Aurora into an embrace, offering a quiet comfort that words couldn’t convey. And though fear lingered, Aurora knew one thing for certain—she would fight with everything in her to protect the family she and Eren were building, no matter the cost.

…

Aurora barely slept through the night, her mind racing with thoughts of Eren in danger. Every time she closed her eyes, her imagination filled with scenarios of betrayal and despair. She couldn’t shake the image of her husband surrounded by soldiers, powerless to defend himself, taken away before he had the chance to protect her or their unborn child. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she lay in bed, gripping the sheets tightly, frustration and fear twisting her stomach into knots.

By dawn, she had made her decision.

Aurora dressed quickly, slipping her herbalism bag over her shoulder, and sought out Floch, who was meeting with some of the Jaegerists in a nearby room. She pulled him aside, her voice low but firm, a determination in her eyes that brooked no argument.

“Floch, I need you to take me to the Premier,” she said, clutching the strap of her bag. “Today. Right now.”

Floch looked at her in surprise, glancing around the room to make sure no one else could hear. “Aurora, that’s… risky. What are you planning on doing?”

“I need to speak with him,” she insisted, her tone unyielding. “He’s the one threatening Eren’s life, and I can’t just stand by and do nothing.”

Floch hesitated, glancing at her bag. He could tell there was something she wasn’t saying, something hidden in the depths of her eyes that made him wary. But he also knew the depths of her loyalty to Eren. If she’d made up her mind, there was little he could do to dissuade her.

After a long pause, he sighed. “Fine. I’ll take you. But be careful, Aurora. You know how sharp the premier is.”

Aurora nodded, a fierce light in her eyes. “I will. Thank you, Floch.”

They made their way through the headquarters, and Aurora steeled herself as they approached the premier’s office. She clutched her bag tighter, her heart racing not from fear but from the weight of her plan. She knew what she was about to do, and she accepted it with a cold resolve. If it meant Eren would be safe, she would do anything.

When they arrived, Floch nodded to the guards stationed outside, and they stepped aside, allowing her entry. She took a steadying breath as she walked into the premier’s office, her face composed, eyes soft and pleading.

Premier Dhalis Zachary looked up from his desk, his gaze sharpening as he noticed who had entered. “Mrs. Jaeger,” he said, his voice both surprised and curious. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Aurora lowered her eyes, carefully adopting an expression of vulnerability and quiet desperation. “Premier Zachary,” she began softly, her voice trembling just enough to convey her supposed worry. “I… I’ve come to beg for Eren’s life. Please. He may have acted recklessly, but he did it for the sake of Paradis. He just… he needs a chance to explain himself.”

The Premier regarded her coolly, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk as he considered her words. “Your husband’s actions have put us all at risk,” he said bluntly. “He disregarded the chain of command and brought the wrath of the world down upon us. Why should I trust his intentions? Or yours, for that matter?”

Aurora felt her pulse quicken, but she maintained her composure. “Eren is only trying to protect us. He may have been… misguided, but his heart is in the right place.” She took a step closer, glancing briefly at the cup of tea sitting on the desk beside him. “Please, sir. He’s not a threat to you, to Paradis. All he wants is to make sure we’re safe.”

The premier raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing as he studied her. “And you’re certain of this? That Eren isn’t planning something even more dangerous?”

Aurora nodded earnestly, keeping her tone soft and innocent. “Yes. He just… he wanted to make a difference, to protect us. And if you give him a chance, he can still help all of us.”

She watched as his gaze softened slightly, though the guarded look never left his eyes. Dhalis Zachary wasn’t a man who trusted easily, especially when it came to Eren and those close to him. But as he reached for his cup of tea, Aurora felt a spark of hope flicker in her chest.

Her hand slipped subtly into her bag, fingers brushing against the elixir she’d prepared. 

Similar to the one she created when she accidentally killed the bird at the cabin.

She waited, timing her movements carefully, and when his attention was briefly diverted, she slid her hand forward, letting a few drops of the liquid trickle into his tea.

It was a delicate maneuver, one she’d practiced in her mind for hours before daring to try it. The liquid disappeared instantly, mixing seamlessly with the tea, and she pulled her hand back into her bag, her face never betraying the darkness of her intent.

Premier Zachary took a sip of his tea, and Aurora forced herself to keep her gaze steady, even as she felt a surge of satisfaction. The poison would take three days, just enough time to throw off any suspicion. And once he was gone, the immediate threat to Eren would be lifted.

“Very well, Mrs. Jaeger,” he said finally, setting his cup down with a faint clink. “I will take your words into consideration. But understand this—Eren’s fate is still uncertain. His actions have put us all in jeopardy, and it may take more than words to restore trust.”

Aurora nodded, her expression grateful, though inside, her heart was pounding with triumph. “Thank you, sir. I only ask that you… give him a chance.”

With a final nod, she turned and left the room, her steps steady, her face calm. But inside, she felt a strange mixture of relief, guilt and exhilaration. She had done it. She had protected Eren in the only way she knew how, using the skills she’d honed in the shadows. This is the second time Aurora has taken a life, and both times have been to save Eren. But even as she felt the guilt of taking a human life, she couldn’t find herself regretting her choice. 

As she walked away from the Premier’s office, Floch fell in beside her, giving her a questioning look. “Well?”

“He listened,” Aurora replied, a faint, unreadable smile on her lips. “And that’s all I needed.”

For now, the fate of Paradis, and the safety of her family, lay in the hands of a slow, deadly poison. And for the first time in days, she felt a glimmer of hope.

As they walked back, Floch’s gaze flicked between Aurora’s face and the path ahead. Her expression held a kind of quiet satisfaction, a calm that seemed out of place considering the tense conversation they’d just left behind. He’d heard the Premier’s dismissive response, that Eren’s fate was uncertain, yet here she was, radiating an air of accomplishment.

After a few minutes of silence, Floch’s curiosity got the better of him. “What exactly did you and the Premier talk about?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual. He knew better than to press too directly, especially when dealing with someone who had Eren’s trust, but his suspicions lingered all the same.

Aurora turned to him, her expression softening into something innocuous. “I simply told him that Eren isn’t a threat to him or Paradis,” she replied, her voice steady and earnest. “I asked him to consider Eren’s actions from the perspective of someone who wants to protect this island.”

Floch arched a brow, skepticism evident in his gaze. “And you think that’s enough to sway someone like Zachary?” He studied her carefully, trying to gauge if there was more to her story. “He’s not the type to be easily convinced. He’s not even one to trust the scouts fully. Why would he trust Eren, after everything?”

Aurora gave a gentle shrug, choosing her words carefully. “I don’t expect him to trust Eren completely. But he is a reasonable man. I believe he’ll think about what I said.” Her tone was calm, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes that made Floch pause. She had a subtle confidence, one that suggested she was leaving out key details.

Floch’s gaze narrowed, and he stopped walking, turning to face her fully. “You seem awfully confident for someone who just pleaded for her husband’s life,” he observed, his voice edged with suspicion. “And I get the feeling you’re not telling me everything.”

Aurora met his gaze directly, unblinking. “What would you like to hear?” she asked, her tone soft yet unwavering. “That I begged him on my knees? That I pleaded until my voice broke?” She smiled slightly, though there was no warmth in it. “Eren is my husband, Floch. I’m going to do everything in my power to keep him safe, just as he would do for me. But I also know there’s only so much I can say without overstepping my place.”

Floch crossed his arms, frowning. Despite his loyalty to Eren, he felt an innate wariness toward this woman. He’d been careful around her since the moment he’d learned of her existence. Eren Jaeger was a man who walked the line between savior and monster, driven by a vision that many struggled to comprehend. And this woman… there had to be something darker in her to love a man like Eren.

“Eren’s… a certain kind of person,” Floch murmured, his gaze calculating as he searched her face. “He’s willing to do whatever it takes. The fact that you’re willing to stand by him… well, it says a lot about you.”

Aurora didn’t flinch, meeting his eyes with an unyielding stare. “I know exactly who my husband is,” she replied calmly. “I’m under no illusions about what he’s capable of. But I understand his intentions, and I trust him. If that makes me a devil too, then so be it.”

Floch’s expression shifted, his lips pressing into a thin line as he considered her words. He had his reservations, certainly, but there was something undeniably unsettling in the way she spoke—an unbreakable resolve that mirrored Eren’s own.

“Alright, Mrs. Jaeger,” he said finally, his tone guarded. “I’ll trust that you know what you’re doing. But remember, everyone’s watching. You, Historia, even myself. Levi and the brass… they’re not stupid.”

Aurora allowed a faint smile, as if she understood more than she let on. “I appreciate your concern, Floch. But Eren and I… we understand what we’re dealing with.” She looked back in the direction of the premier’s office, her gaze hardening slightly. “And if it comes down to it, I’ll do what’s necessary.”

Floch nodded, though his wariness hadn’t entirely dissipated. As they continued down the hall, he kept his guard up, unable to shake the feeling that Aurora Jaeger was far more than she appeared.

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He shifted carefully, his arm still around her as he relaxed back into the pillow. His mind drifted, already savoring the small routines they’d developed since she’d moved in. After a few quiet minutes, Vanessa stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his, and a small, sleepy smile curved on her lips.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice still soft with sleep.

“Morning, Ness,” he replied, brushing a stray curl from her face with a gentle touch. There was something so grounding, so whole, about starting his day like this—with her.

The two of them lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, a peaceful quiet shared between them, before Vanessa finally sat up, stretching before slipping out of bed. She reached for her robe, casting him a smile over her shoulder. “I’m going to start some tea—and maybe try that new pastry idea I had yesterday,” she murmured, her tone thoughtful. “Want me to bring you a cup?”

Levi nodded, watching her as she moved toward the kitchen, the sight of her in his apartment filling him with a satisfaction he could hardly put into words. He lingered for a few more minutes, listening to the soft sounds of her preparing breakfast, the clinking of teacups and the rustle of baking ingredients, before joining her.

When he walked into the kitchen, Vanessa was already busy, sifting flour and humming softly to herself, her fingers dusted with flour. Her focus was so intense, her movements graceful and methodical, and Levi couldn’t help the faint smile that crept onto his face. He settled into a chair, resting his chin in his hand as he watched her, simply enjoying the way she moved around the kitchen, so at ease.

“Do I get to know what you’re making?” he asked, his voice breaking the soft quiet.

She glanced up, a playful glint in her eyes. “Only if you promise to be my taste-tester,” she replied, winking as she set a kettle on the stove for tea.

“I think I can manage that,” Levi replied, a trace of amusement in his voice.

A comfortable rhythm had developed between them over the past few months, each moment blending into the next with a natural ease that felt like it had always been there. There were no grand gestures, no need for elaborate plans—just the quiet, everyday intimacy of sharing a life together. He found himself savoring the simple things, like sitting beside her on the couch as they sipped tea in the evenings, or watching her experiment with new recipes, her face lighting up as she discovered new flavors and techniques.

As she finished preparing the dough and slid the pastries into the oven, Vanessa poured them both a cup of tea, bringing his over with a soft smile. She settled down beside him on the small couch, the warm mug in her hands, and they sat there, sipping in silence, the steam rising gently between them.

Levi took a moment to study her, his gaze softening as he watched her savor her tea. She caught him staring and raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “What’s that look for?”

Levi shrugged, looking down at his tea for a moment before meeting her gaze. “Just thinking… it’s nice, having you here.”

Her expression softened, and she reached out, placing her hand over his. “It’s nice being here. I never thought I’d find a place that felt so much like home.”

He squeezed her hand, feeling a warmth settle over him. It was true—she’d brought a sense of belonging into his life, a feeling he hadn’t realized he’d been missing until she’d arrived. And soon, they’d have a place to call their own, a home they’d share from the start, one they could shape and fill with memories.

The timer on the oven beeped, and Vanessa jumped up, slipping on a pair of oven mitts as she carefully pulled the pastries out, setting them on the counter to cool. She turned back to him, her eyes alight with excitement. “All right, taste-tester, time for the verdict,” she said, grinning as she held out a small, golden-brown pastry for him to try.

Levi took a bite, nodding in approval as the soft, buttery flavor melted in his mouth. “Perfect,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers.

A soft laugh escaped her, and she reached up to brush a bit of flour from his cheek, her touch lingering. “Glad you like it.”

As they shared a quiet breakfast, Levi felt the weight of the world outside their walls slip away. These moments, as small as they might seem, grounded him. Soon, the wedding would come, and he’d make vows he never thought he’d say to someone who’d changed his life in every way imaginable. But for now, he relished the quiet routine of their mornings together, finding peace in the soft exchanges and quiet moments that defined their life.

And in that moment, with Vanessa by his side, Levi knew he’d found the place he wanted to be forever.

…

Later on in their bedroom, the soft light from the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Levi was buttoning his shirt, focused on preparing for the evening. He noticed Vanessa standing by the mirror across from him, her reflection wrapped in quiet contemplation. She was wearing just her undergarments, standing still as she studied herself in the mirror, an expression of dissatisfaction clouding her face.

Levi’s brow furrowed slightly as he observed her, realizing she seemed distant, almost critical of herself. Vanessa had mentioned working out more frequently these past few weeks and cutting back on her favorite pastries, hoping to slim down before their wedding. He’d noticed her dedication, the way she’d politely decline her usual tea-and-scone treats at The Sweet House, opting for more regimented meals, but he hadn’t anticipated the toll it might take on her.

As she continued to frown at her reflection, Levi quietly walked over, slipping his arms around her waist from behind and pressing a soft kiss to the curve of her neck. He felt her body tense momentarily, surprised, but then she relaxed slightly into his embrace, her fingers absently touching his.

“Vanessa,” he murmured, his voice gentle yet full of conviction. “What are you thinking about?”

She hesitated, avoiding his gaze as she looked back into the mirror. “I… I just wanted to see if there was any difference,” she replied, a note of disappointment in her voice. “I’ve been working so hard, but… nothing looks different.”

Levi tightened his arms around her, his hands resting on her waist, steady and reassuring. “What difference are you trying to see?” he asked softly, his gaze focused on her face in the mirror, reading every small flicker of doubt in her expression.

She let out a quiet sigh, casting her eyes down. “I wanted to look… thinner. Prettier. For the wedding,” she admitted, her tone heavy with vulnerability. “I know you love me, Levi, but… sometimes I don’t feel… enough.”

Levi’s jaw tightened. He brought one hand up to gently brush her hair aside, his lips pressing a slow, tender kiss to her shoulder. “Vanessa,” he said, his voice low and steady. “Look at me.”

Her eyes met his in the mirror, hesitant yet softened by his unwavering gaze.

“You are more than enough. You’re everything,” he said, his voice carrying a rare, unguarded tenderness. He traced his hands over her waist, up along her curves, letting his touch convey the words he felt. “I don’t want you to change a single thing. Every curve, every part of you… it’s perfect.”

Vanessa looked down, feeling her cheeks heat under his intense gaze. “I know you say that, but…” She bit her lip, swallowing. “I just want to look good enough for you. For us.”

Levi shook his head slowly, his fingers brushing over her belly and resting there, an affectionate touch that held no judgment—only admiration. “Ness, I fell in love with every inch of you,” he said, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of her insecurities. “This body, your body, is where I find comfort. Every part of you, just as you are, is beautiful to me.”

He turned her gently in his arms, his eyes holding hers. “I’ve never needed you to look different. You’re stunning right now. And I don’t just mean in that dress you’ll wear for one day. I mean in every way you are—today, tomorrow, ten years from now. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

Vanessa felt the lump in her throat soften, his words washing over her like a balm. The depth of his conviction, the calm in his eyes as he spoke, made her insecurities feel smaller, more distant.

She let out a soft laugh, one laced with relief and affection, leaning her forehead against his. “Thank you, Levi,” she whispered, her voice steadying as she felt his hands holding her securely. “You have this way of making me believe it, even when I can’t see it myself.”

He brushed his nose against hers, a rare, gentle smile playing on his lips. “Good,” he murmured. “Because it’s the truth. And any time you forget it, I’ll be here to remind you.”

He took her hand, kissing her knuckles, then lifted her arm so she could turn back to the mirror. “See what I see,” he said, his voice a low, soothing murmur as he wrapped his arms around her waist again, standing behind her. “Your strength. Your kindness. And a beauty that doesn’t change, no matter what dress or number on a scale you think you need.”

As his words sank in, Vanessa felt the heaviness lift. She looked into the mirror, her reflection softened by the warmth of his embrace, and for the first time in a while, she could see what he saw—a woman loved, a woman cherished, and a woman who didn’t need to change anything to be perfect in his eyes.

“Now,” Levi murmured, pressing another kiss to her neck, “let’s get you dressed, and then I’ll take you to that new restaurant.”

Vanessa grinned, feeling her heart swell with gratitude and love. “Only if you promise to keep whispering things like that to me all night.”

He smirked, giving her waist a gentle squeeze. “If that’s what it takes to make you believe me, I’ll do it every day.”

Hand in hand, they continued getting ready, but Vanessa felt lighter, more secure, a quiet confidence blooming inside her. She couldn’t wait for their date, but even more, she looked forward to every moment with Levi, knowing that in his eyes, she was already everything she needed to be.

…

As Levi and Vanessa stepped into the restaurant, the warm glow of candlelight and the soft hum of conversation enveloped them. Levi held her hand as they entered, his eyes catching the way her lavender dress seemed to float around her, accentuating every graceful movement she made. The delicate updo she wore, with soft curls framing her face, only added to the elegance that radiated from her. He couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by the woman beside him.

She looked up at him with a gentle smile, her cheeks tinged with the slightest blush. “What?” she whispered, squeezing his hand.

“Nothing,” Levi replied, his tone gruff yet softened by his admiration. “Just… you look beautiful, that’s all.”

Vanessa’s blush deepened, her smile widening as she looked down, a touch shy under his gaze. “Thank you,” she murmured, brushing her fingers over his hand.

As they made their way to their table, Levi noticed a group of men nearby. Their heads turned immediately, their eyes following Vanessa with a mixture of surprise and admiration. One of them nudged his friend, subtly pointing in her direction, while another cast a lingering glance at her as she walked by. It was subtle enough, but Levi caught every look, every glance, and every appreciative murmur exchanged between them.

Levi’s jaw clenched slightly, his grip on Vanessa’s hand tightening as a surge of possessive protectiveness flared up within him. He knew she was stunning, radiant in every way, and it didn’t escape him that others saw it too. But something about those lingering gazes had his blood simmering, a slight edge to his expression as he subtly shielded her from their line of sight.

Vanessa seemed oblivious, her focus on the warm ambiance of the restaurant as they reached their table. She turned to him, smiling as she slid into her seat. “This place is beautiful, Levi. I’m glad you chose it,” she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

Levi’s expression softened immediately as he took his seat across from her, his hand resting possessively on the table. “Not as beautiful as you,” he said, his voice a touch gruffer than usual, yet filled with an undeniable warmth. He held her gaze, letting his words sink in.

Vanessa’s cheeks flushed, and she laughed softly, glancing away for a moment. “You’re spoiling me,” she murmured, reaching for his hand across the table, her fingers lacing with his.

Levi smirked, his thumb tracing small circles over her knuckles. “You deserve it,” he replied simply, his gaze unwavering. He leaned back slightly, a satisfied glint in his eye as he watched her enjoy the moment.

As the waiter approached, Levi noticed one of the men from the nearby table sneaking yet another glance in Vanessa’s direction, his gaze lingering a little too long. Levi’s hand tightened just slightly on hers, his gaze hardening as he looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with the man.

The man quickly looked away, clearly taken aback by Levi’s intense stare, his friend giving him a nervous nudge as they both quickly turned their attention back to their own table. Satisfied, Levi turned back to Vanessa, his expression softening once more.

“Everything okay?” she asked, her head tilted slightly as she noticed the shift in his demeanor.

Levi shrugged, his thumb resuming its gentle strokes over her hand. “Fine,” he murmured, his tone casual. “Just making sure no one bothers you.”

Vanessa chuckled, shaking her head with an affectionate smile. “Levi, you don’t have to worry about that,” she reassured him, squeezing his hand. “I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”

He looked at her, his gaze softening as he took in the sincerity in her eyes. “I know,” he replied, his voice a quiet murmur. “Just don’t like other people looking at what’s mine.”

Vanessa’s heart skipped a beat, her cheeks warming at his words. She squeezed his hand again, her gaze tender as she leaned forward. “Well, in case you forgot, I’m all yours, Captain,” she whispered, a playful glint in her eye.

A faint smirk curved on Levi’s lips, his eyes glinting with that rare, subtle warmth. “Good,” he replied, a low hum in his voice. “Just making sure.”

Their conversation was interrupted as the waiter returned to take their orders. Vanessa scanned the menu, discussing the different options with Levi, who was less interested in the food than in the simple pleasure of watching her enjoy herself. Every laugh, every smile, every glance she cast in his direction seemed to light something within him, a steady warmth he’d grown accustomed to since she’d come into his life.

As they waited for their meal, Levi leaned forward, watching as Vanessa absentmindedly adjusted the clasp on her necklace. He couldn’t help the small surge of pride that rose within him, knowing she was here with him, his fiancée, and the only woman who’d ever made him feel so… complete.

“What?” she asked, noticing his quiet, steady gaze on her.

“Just thinking,” he replied, his tone soft but firm. “I’m lucky to have you.”

Vanessa looked down, the warmth in his voice bringing a shy smile to her face. “I feel the same way,” she murmured, meeting his eyes with a fondness that made his chest tighten.

As their meal arrived, Levi kept a protective, almost vigilant eye on the men nearby, ensuring their glances didn’t linger. But as he watched Vanessa laugh, share stories, and savor each bite of her meal, his own protectiveness melted into a deep, abiding pride. She was radiant, his love, his partner, and he knew that as long as she was by his side, he’d do anything to keep that smile on her face.

…

As Levi and Vanessa walked out of the restaurant, her hand securely tucked into his arm, the cool night air wrapped around them, a gentle reminder of the peacefulness they shared. They were laughing softly, exchanging stories and enjoying each other’s company as they made their way back to Levi’s apartment. But as they turned the corner, Vanessa’s smile faltered ever so slightly, her gaze landing on a figure she hadn’t expected to see.

There, walking arm-in-arm with her military police boyfriend, was Delancy.

Vanessa felt a familiar twinge of anxiety, the kind that used to grip her whenever she’d run into Delancy in the past. Delancy was still as polished and well-dressed as ever, a smugness lingering in her demeanor that Vanessa recognized all too well. But now, Vanessa wasn’t alone; she had Levi by her side, her fingers wrapped securely around his arm, and his presence grounded her.

Levi’s jaw tightened as soon as he recognized Delancy. He cast her a dark, unforgiving glare, his protective instincts kicking in immediately. His piercing gaze seemed to challenge Delancy, daring her to utter even a single word of disrespect toward Vanessa. Levi had zero tolerance for people who’d tried to belittle or intimidate her, and his stance was clear as he fixed his steely glare on Delancy, a warning unmistakable in his expression.

Delancy’s eyes, however, drifted almost immediately to Vanessa’s left hand, where the glint of her engagement ring caught the streetlight. Her brows raised in surprise, her expression betraying a hint of irritation, as if the sight had shattered some preconceived notion she’d held onto. It was evident she’d heard the rumors, and seeing the ring now made it all the more real.

Vanessa swallowed, feeling the familiar echo of old insecurities creep up, but she straightened her shoulders, choosing to hold her ground. She had worked hard to let go of the anxiety and self-doubt Delancy had planted in her mind all those years ago, and she wasn’t going to let that control her anymore. Levi’s hand tightened reasssuringly on hers, his quiet strength a reminder that she wasn’t alone.

As they drew closer, Delancy slowed down slightly, her boyfriend oblivious as he talked about something or another. She flicked her gaze from Vanessa to Levi, her expression a mixture of surprise and something almost close to reluctant respect. Whatever jab she might have prepared seemed to fade away as she took in the couple before her.

Delancy gave Vanessa a brief, acknowledging nod, her lips pressed into a thin line, as if swallowing her pride for just a moment. “Vanessa,” she greeted with a clipped tone, not unfriendly but not warm either, merely… respectful.

Vanessa nodded in return, her voice steady and polite. “Delancy.”

Without another word, Delancy linked her arm with her boyfriend’s again, and they continued down the street, her back straight and her head held high, unwilling to let the encounter faze her. As she walked away, Vanessa felt the tightness in her chest ease, the weight of past anxieties lifting.

Levi’s gaze softened as he looked down at her, his hand still resting protectively over hers. “You handled that well,” he said, the rare hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Vanessa released a quiet sigh, glancing up at him with a mixture of relief and gratitude. “I think I finally realized I don’t have to let her control how I feel,” she admitted, her voice steady. “And… with you here, I didn’t feel alone.”

Levi’s hand slid up to her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across her skin. “You’re never alone,” he murmured. “And if she ever tries to pull anything, she’ll answer to me.”

Vanessa chuckled softly, relaxing fully as she leaned into him. “You really don’t like her, do you?”

“Not even a little,” Levi replied, his gaze still lingering on the direction Delancy had walked. “But I don’t care about her. I care about you.”

Her heart fluttered, and she gave him a soft smile, fingers brushing over the engagement ring on her hand. “Thank you, Levi. For being here. For everything.”

He pulled her closer, planting a tender kiss on her forehead before they resumed their walk back home. The encounter with Delancy seemed a mere shadow now, brushed away by the comfort of Levi’s steady presence. As they walked, Vanessa felt a renewed sense of confidence, a realization that she’d left those insecurities behind. She knew, with Levi by her side, she was stronger than she’d ever thought possible.

…

That night, Vanessa lay in bed, cocooned in the warm embrace of the blankets as she listened to Levi’s slow, steady breathing beside her. The room was bathed in the gentle light of the moon, casting a soft glow across Levi’s peaceful face, his expression relaxed and calm. He looked so different in sleep, all his sharp edges softened, a rare moment where he seemed completely at ease. She watched him for a moment, her heart swelling with warmth and love, feeling as though this was a dream she didn’t want to end.

Her mind drifted back over the past year, recalling all the moments, big and small, that had brought her to this very place. She thought of that first day in the bakery, where she’d been so flustered that the tea had slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor as she tried to serve him. She remembered feeling mortified, shrinking under her insecurities, too afraid to even make eye contact with him. Back then, the thought of being in his life, of standing by his side, would have seemed like a far-off fantasy.

A soft smile curved on her lips as she looked down at her engagement ring, the symbol of the love she’d found with Levi. He was hers, and she was his, and that realization filled her with a profound sense of gratitude and pride. Vanessa had spent so long questioning her worth, wondering if she was ever enough, especially when she compared herself to others. The self-doubt and insecurities had clung to her like shadows, fueled by harsh words and judgmental stares from people like Delancy.

But tonight, with Levi’s arm draped over her, his warmth pressed against her side, those old insecurities felt like a distant memory. She was finally beginning to see herself through Levi’s eyes, to understand why he cherished her so deeply. The beauty he saw in her was something she was learning to recognize within herself. Her curves, her softness, the things she once tried to hide… she was beginning to love them.

Vanessa took a deep, steadying breath, letting the feeling of self-acceptance settle into her heart. She was proud of how far she’d come, of the woman she was becoming. She’d stood up to Delancy, faced her old insecurities head-on, and embraced the love Levi offered her with open arms. She was no longer the timid girl who shied away from her reflection; she was a woman who knew her worth, who understood that beauty was as much about self-assurance and kindness as it was about appearance.

Levi shifted slightly in his sleep, his hand tightening around her waist, pulling her a little closer. She smiled, feeling safe, cherished, and more loved than she ever thought possible. Gently, she traced her fingers along the line of his arm, admiring the quiet strength he possessed, the steady, unyielding presence that had supported her throughout her journey.

Her thoughts drifted to their future. She imagined the life they would build together, a life filled with laughter, warmth, and the kind of love that only grew stronger with time. She thought of the home they were preparing, the place they’d soon fill with memories, laughter, and maybe even children one day. The idea made her heart race, a soft blush coloring her cheeks as she pictured little ones with Levi’s dark hair and determined spirit, running around their home.

Unable to contain the surge of emotion, she leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, whispering, “Thank you, Levi… for everything.”

Levi stirred slightly, his arm instinctively tightening around her. His eyes opened briefly, still hazy with sleep, but a small, drowsy smile appeared on his face as he looked up at her. “Mm… Ness?” he murmured, his voice soft and rough with sleep.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered, brushing a hand through his hair.

He gave a small, contented hum, his eyes drifting closed again as he nestled closer to her. “It’s okay… just stay here,” he murmured, his words slurring slightly as sleep overtook him once more.

Vanessa’s smile grew, and she nestled back against him, her hand resting over his. As she closed her eyes, she felt a sense of peace wash over her, a quiet confidence that she’d carry with her wherever life took them next. She had found herself, found love, and found happiness in a way she never thought possible, and with Levi by her side, she knew she could face anything.

Tomorrow would come with its own challenges, but tonight, wrapped in Levi’s arms, Vanessa knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

~

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