Oh, hello there. My name is Kirsten and I am a horrible author who keeps unpublishing this fanfiction. :)

Worry not though. I pinky promise (the promises I take the most seriously, mind you) never to unpublish it again. I am in the process of adding in more chapters to this fanfiction as it was hastily done multiple times. The reader/OC was weak, poorly constructed and lacked in depth. I may have to throw in a few more angsty chapters at the beginning, hence why I have only published this introduction again. I am not using this as an excuse to make this fanfiction a shit-show by having drama EVERYWHERE. But in SnK, their world is a little bit of a train wreck already, so extra angst wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary.

I am keeping my original plot, those who remember what I was writing about regarding the reader's shifty family in future chapters. I am filling in stuff in her past more, life before the Survey-con-Regiment Corps Legion (haha, ignore my stupid jokes pls) to add more depth, flair - if you will - and gonna try cut out all of the confusing time skips. In other news, I was admitted to my music school in August, so I can tell you now as a violin performance major, it's tougher than what you think and I can't promise to update weekly like the good authors here...

And without further ado, here is my fanfiction, republished for the second time.

One final note: the OC's name is pronounced like Blaw-heen (it's Irish for little flower)

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I met a man who lost his sun,

His life was now bleak and his vision became numb

The Survey Corps had returned from the 57th expedition a day or two ago.

Nobody kept count because nobody dared to speak of that catastrophe of an expedition. Why would they anyway? Who in their right mind would want a recollection of such events?

It was midday, and some people were just lounging around HQ, just being idle. Of course, they were recovering, be it physically, emotionally or mentally.

Levi was in his office. He overslept. Yes, being a corporal had its (few) perks, but staying up all night to do paperwork certainly wasn't one of them.

White rays of sunlight poured through the cirrus clouds, and was beating down through the window. It was blinding. There were birds chirping some merry, whimsical song. There was a small breeze, along with a bit of laughter from the Mess Hall. It was bliss.

That, or...it was stark contrast as to what they had just seen, so to speak.

In his sleep, Levi was tapping his quill against his wooden desk like a woodpecker. Sounds of bustling footsteps roamed the corridor resulting in him to wake up abruptly, but groggily. He stirred around a bit before sitting up straight. His eyes darted from left to right, taking in his surroundings and recalling where he was last. Ah, my office...The bane of my life if you take out the titans, he grumbled.

He pushed his chair back, and made his way over to the couch in his room, of which had another pile of paperwork. But alas, being exhausted and being distracted by the amount of paperwork he had been doing, he forgot about his broken ankle.

"Ugh, Bláithín? Can you help me, please?" he called out, keeping his foot hovering above the ground. "Shit..." he grunted as he put pressure on it.

He lifted his foot a few millimeters above the ground and hopped over to the couch. In transit to the couch, there was knock on the door. Levi stopped, extending one leg out while standing on the other to make sure he wouldn't bash it off anything else.

"Levi." Erwin called from outside his office, reminding him to do paperwork.

"I know, I know." He grunted in response. He bent down and picked up the pile of paperwork. He was being asocial enough as it was and decided to limp out to the Mess Hall to join the others.

Upon arrival, he sat down on the setter. He took out his quill and began to flick through the paperwork as time dragged on. He was going through the death toll, the living soldiers, the injuries sustained and other boring details. After around half an hour or so, he was greeted by Erwin, Hange and Mike. After doing a headcount, he concluded that someone was missing.

"Where's Bláithín?" he asked them, a bit bewildered.

A man who had seen so much,

A man who was so brave,

Once I saw him, I knew he had to be saved

Bláithín Hahn was a squad leader. A very well-known and powerful soldier of the Survey Corps. She was very well known for her use of the 3D Maneuver Gear. She was a Lance Corporal just like Levi. There were many notable things to say about her. Her being a good soldier, Squad Leader, Corporal, but also, how she managed to maintain a very committed relationship with Levi.

Mike, Erwin and Hange looked at each other. Hange's lips parted in disbelief and adjusted her glasses trying to lay off the subject, and glanced at Erwin. Mike looked at the Commander and Squad Leader and then averted his eyes to Levi, before sniffing the room. "Tch," was all he could say and then glanced at Erwin once more.

Erwin sighed knowing he'd have to be the one to give the news. Words would not be appropriate, especially since Levi's concern only doubled with every passing second.

He simply slid a document being held together in a binder down the table. Levi corked a brow at his superior's actions, but read the cover of the document:

Name: Corporal Bláithín Hahn

Age: 24

Affiliation: Survey Corps

Occupation: Lance Corporal and Squad Leader

Status: [Deceased]

Cause: N/A

"Levi," Erwin began, "it's more than reasonable to assume she is dead. Nobody saw how she died. She lost her parents long before the fall of Wall Maria, so there's no point in telling anybody anything, even if she does have family or friends. She has nothing in her will or-"

Levi balled hands into fists. "...No," was all Levi murmur, his voice cracking. "No, no, no! Sh-She...she couldn't have died..."

Every fibre of Levi's being was aching, the only evidence was the quiver in his voice on the word 'she'. He could feel his resolve falling brittle, already, his eyes welling.

"Levi, I know you're obviously upset, but you just have to-" Hange tried to say. Levi simply had to inhale sharply to make her shut up.

"If anyone needs me, don't - unless urgent, in which case I'll be in my office." he stated simply, and got up. "I want to be alone..."

"Levi, wait, we can-!" Hange called out.

"S-shut up..." he replied hastily, practically ignoring her and everyone else in the Mess Hall. He ignored the stares coming from his subordinates. Obviously his downcast eyes and his hooded face was not a pleasant sight to behold.

Once in his office, he slammed the door shut and locked it. His eyes remained tightly shut. He limped over to his desk, and sat down.

He lounged back and covered his eyes as a few tears threatened to make themselves known. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. He removed his locked fingers from his gaze when a twinkle caught his eye.

He lowered his hand and stared at it for a few moments before he just felt like something inside him cracked.

It was the most valuable and treasured thing he ever owned. It glimmered in the sunlight, so too his tears, which eventually turned into silent yet uncontrollable sobs.

"Bláithín..why y-you of all people..?" he hiccuped as he fiddled with the golden band on his finger

A man who had seen too much,

Whose mind was corrupt,

And his hopes and dreams shattered,

It was all so abrupt

(Crappy poetry attempted by yours truly)