Hey guys! Sorry I couldn't update until now, I've been a little busy. FORGIVE ME. I haven't gotten many reviews, a little saddening :( But a good amount of people are following this story and that's nice too, I appreciate it :) This chapter is more serious, like a development chapter. I liked writing it, and I hope you guys enjoy it :) LONGEST CHAPTERRRRR.

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"And to you the name Ottilia Annaleisa Gottlieb shall be given…"

Early morning of the coming fall she was born unto two parents who shouldn't have had her. She lived a life of solitude, the only communication she was blessed with was that of her nanny, whom had played as more of a parent than her actual biological parents. Her earliest memory was of sitting by the fireplace, nestled in the arms of that kind and benevolent woman while she read old folktales, her favorite being Cinderella. She liked it not for the same reasons as the other girls. She didn't want to be a princess, she wanted to break away from her evil family, prove that she wasn't dispensable and most of all be able to find the love of her life and have him take her away from it all and just love her.

Around the time of her thirteenth birthday she dropped the formal title for which she was named and only responded when being addressed as "Odila", she felt the simplified form of her regal name suited her more, yet during one of the rare occasions that her parents were actually present and she had informed them of her name change all she had received was a swift smack to the face. Looking to her nanny, face bruised and battered the elderly woman cupped her cheeks delicately and told her Odila was a beautiful name.

She never did get called Ottilia again.

At the time of her sixteenth birthday her parents informed her they wished she would start courting, her being the only heir to the Gottlieb line meant she had to marry and carry on the blood. She recalled lying awake, the early morning hours drawing near and crying for what seemed like endless amounts of time about how she wasn't ready for such a commitment and that no one inside their wall understood her. That was also the year her nanny died.

Yet her parents told her she had to. It was her duty, and why she was born.

Days turned to weeks and months turned to years, and on her eighteenth birthday her parents proposed an idea to her and she refused, it was so wrong and manipulative she couldn't do it. Yet, her parents told her it was no longer a choice. A year was spent planning, and well into her nineteenth year it was executed.

She knew she couldn't do it; she couldn't do that to a feeling human being…

Yet…

Was she willing to be killed all in the name of being noble?

She was dispensable, she was caged and she would never be truly loved again.

This was the life of Ottilia Annaleisa Gottlieb, she knew she could never be who her heart yearned to be and she knew this was her permanent ever after.


"Brat."

Her eyes shot open, dainty hands shooting to her now damp sapphire orbs. Why had she been having that dream, the one where she went through her life, every depressing sick faucet of it? Odila peaked up slightly to skim her surroundings. She had been sprawled out under a large shaded oak tree, the sun seemingly incapable of penetrating through the lush greenery.

If she had remembered correctly she had been hiding from Levi…It seems he had managed to find her though. Rubbing her eyes she forced out a nervous laugh, not even bothering to explain herself. They'd been training for about two weeks at this point; he'd continued to keep his distance. Yet, from when she had first met him she had realized Levi usually didn't care about the explanations for feelings; he would just want it to cease.

She groaned internally, feeling that her eyes were still puffy. Excitedly she looked up at him and smiled.

"Levi-Heichou sir I'm sorry for running away, I won't do it again."

His face twisted into a look of slight confusion, looking like he was about to comment.

"Oh wow it's evening already? Silly me, I should start dinner! I'll call for you when it's ready!"

Ever so chipper she turned on her heel and bolted for the lodge, unaware of the pair of piercing blue orbs glaring in her direction.

"What the fuck is going on."

It wasn't a question. Levi wasn't a touchy feely kinda person, the exact opposite actually, He enjoyed being blunt and brutally honest to the point where his name could probably be found next to the definitions, yet…

He'd taken notice to her increasingly deteriorating mood.

He'd originally been avoiding her like the plague to ward off anymore unnecessary sexual situations, and in the beginning she tried protesting against the training he had her doing. Yet, as the days passed he noticed she became more and more quiet, like she was just going to take it and not even try anymore.

For some reason it had pissed him off, why wasn't she being her usual aggressive self? Submissive Odila wasn't any fun to fuck with. Sure he'd kept his distance but she still had plenty of opportunities to throw jabs at him.

Now that he was thinking about it…It wasn't her being submissive, was it? Sure she didn't say anything, but now she would disappear completely if he turned his back for a second, literally a second. And what he couldn't fathom was that she disappeared in the blink of an eye and would be missing for hours. How could she get that far in such a short amount of time? On top of that every time he found her she was passed out with a tear soaked face.

And what was with how she was talking to him? It was like she was trying to pull that super fake polite shit on him again and it pissed him off. She was a fire cracker dammit, she was supposed to argue with him constantly. Now she was just stumbling around going through her exercises like she was there but not really.

"Levi-Heichou sir dinner is ready!"

And he swore to God, if she added sir to his name one more time…

Not particularly in a hurry Levi took his time getting there, picking up some stray equipment along the way and taking it inside.

"Ah, sir we ran out of meat so I could only make rice and vegetables…"

His eye twitched slightly, his gaze shifting over to the meal she had just thrown together. However, his eyes caught a glimpse of something sparkling hidden under a towel.

"Eh, Gottlieb what are you hiding?"

He eyed her intently, her posture seemingly straightening up at the question. She laughed nervously, swatting her hands around and sitting down.

"Nothing sir, why don't you just sit and—"

In the blink of an eye he was in front of her, his hand gripping her wrist painfully. She winced; his gaze grew dark and indescribable, a dark shadow seemingly looming over his eyes. This was the first time he had made physical contact with her since the bath incident.

"Don't fucking lie to me, what is it."

She felt like he was staring into her soul, his eyes a piercing shade of blue. Another nervous laugh escaped her lips, this time slightly freaked out by her superior.

"J-Just go see for yourself sir…"

She looked like she was on the brink of tears again and now he was growing suspicious; warily he walked over to the offending object. Cautiously, he ripped the towel off of it and his eyes widened slightly. There sat a wide array of multiple bottles of alcohol, the majority of it being extremely strong with high percentages. His gaze shot over to Odila, seemingly questioning what the meaning of this was.

That blank look glazed over her irises and she smiled forcedly at him, she stood, abandoning her meal and making her way next to him. He eyed her as she grasped the tip of a particularly large bottle, her fingers delicately running over the label.

"I didn't mean to lie to you…It's just that ladies shouldn't drink."

He wasn't one for concern but he could feel it nudging its way into him. How could she have gone from a little spit fire to practically looking like she could dissolve into nothing at any second? Odila had that look, that "I'm about to blow" look. He'd seen it on so many people before they'd gone after titans; it was a look he knew well.

"Gottlieb, what is the issue here?"

Not exactly the most caring way to phrase it, but it sounded worried, in Levi speak.

Her teeth dug into her lower lip, digging harder than necessary and slightly breaking skin.

"It's nothing of importance…Don't concern yourself."

His eyes narrowed, women.

Wearing his usual stoic expression he looked her square in the face.

"Priss, I'll drink with you."

This caught her attention, her sapphire orbs shot up and caught his, eyeing him slightly confused.

"Eh, Heichou, no that isn't responsible…"

He snatched the bottle from her hand, looking down upon her in the process.

"I'm aware. You know what else I'm aware of?"

She shrunk at the weight of his presence.

"I'm aware that you're even more fucking annoying like this than when we bitch at each other."

Popping off the top he pressed the opening to his lips and took a swig, shaking his head slightly afterward due to the pungent taste and burning sensation swimming down his throat. Eyeing her he passed the bottle.

"You don't have to—"

He shut her up by tipping the bottom of the bottle and having it press against her full lips. Her brows raised and she was slightly shocked.

"Just shut up, drink and forget whatever is fucking with your head right now."


"Oi, Odila, your chest is so fucking soft."

Sweet. Mother. Of. God.

She couldn't even begin to fathom the situation she was in right now. Levi was the one who instigated this. She had just wanted to drink by herself after Levi had gone to bed, you know, cry and let herself get everything out, but no. Now she had an insanely drunk Captain fondling her breasts, which, led her to believe what he did the first day they'd met was intentional.

He had to have been a light weight; either that or her tolerance was through the roof. Odila had a bit of a buzz, but she definitely wasn't drunk yet, while Levi was far gone.

She peaked down at him and had to suppress the urge to giggle. He was much less intimidating this way. A light blush gracing his features, his face slightly nestled into the crevice of her breasts and a content look on his face.

She was beginning to think he may or may not also be a closet pervert.

Sighing, she brought her hand up and hesitantly placed it on his head, slowly beginning to play with his hair. She could feel him shiver slightly and soon relax.

Maybe if she soothed him he'd fall asleep and she could drink by herself…

"Hey Odila, why are you so sad huh?"

God, his real accent started coming out and she could literally hear the tone of a delinquent dripping off every word. She sighed slightly, rubbing her hand further into his scalp, earning a content groan from the receiver. She could tell him right? What would he remember?

"Just thinking about my life Heichou."

He looked up at her through glazed over eyes, urging her to continue.

"My parents don't really love me you know? Just look, they threw me away so easily…"

He sighed into her chest, he started caressing her neck and she assumed it was his drunken attempt to comfort her.

"And…I just had so much I wanted to do but…They won't let me live."

She gripped his hair lightly, pulling him slightly closer to her chest.

"They're trying to tell me I need to find a husband but…Who would ever like a weirdo like me?"

She could feel the tears threatening to spill over again. No matter how many times she thought about it, it always erupted.

"I-I'm…I'm going to have to settle aren't I?"

She laughed, yet it lacked any sort of humor.

"Pick someone and have to suppress myself so I can fit into the image I have to portray?"

Her statements turned into questions she was aiming at herself and she could feel her face beginning to dampen.

"That's what my life is going to amount to, isn't it?"

She was sobbing now, her hands clutching him closer to her body. Her questions were turning into screams.

"There isn't anyone out there who would love someone like Odila Gottlieb, no."

She cried out.

"The world wants someone like Ottilia Annaleisa Gottlieb! There's no room for Odila!"

Odila laid her cheek on top of Levi's head, her tears never ceasing.

"What am I—"

"I Like you."

She paused, her now reddened sapphire eyes trailing down to the top of his scalp. She backed up slowly; he looked up her with a solemn expression.

"I mean yeah, you're annoying as fuck."

He rested his head on her left breast.

"But, you challenge me. You don't take my shit, you come right back, all sassy and what not."

He began idly drawing circles over her heart.

"I like that; you aren't submissive, well, sometimes but not a lot."

He kept his hand on her chest and scooted his face closer to the crook of her neck.

"I don't know what you mean by Ottilia whatever but that doesn't sound right."

He began caressing her and she could feel her face enflaming.

"You're Odila, Not some long ass over exaggerated snoot name. It doesn't suite someone like you."

She could feel the tip of his tongue run up the length of her neck and she couldn't help but shiver. He closed his mouth at the base of her jaw, kissing her lightly as his hand ran up her chest, over her neck and through her hair, giving it a firm grip.

"L-Levi, sir, what are you—"

He pulled her face forward, leaving roughly two centimeters of space between them. His icy blue eyes tore into her sapphire ones, muttering hotly.

"Don't call me sir."

He shoved her face forward and smashed their lips together, making sure to fully capture her mouth. She groaned out of slight pain at the forcefulness of the contact.

Her face had to have been a bright crimson at this point. He had managed to say all the right things and steal her first kiss. Her back arched at the feel of his teeth gripping slightly onto her lower lip. The feeling was weird, yet oddly sensual as he sucked on her lip lightly, kissing her so intimately.

Slightly surprising herself, a light moan escaped the back of her throat as he began massaging her scalp similar to how she had done to him earlier. The need to breathe overtook her, causing her to pull back suddenly, a light string of saliva breaking off.

The way his eyes were half lidded and the hue having darkened considerably from the feeling of lust made the long forgotten butterflies flutter once again throughout her abdomen. She jumped slightly as his free hand gripped her wrist suddenly and pulled it to his ab muscles. Using her hand he untucked his white button up shirt, allowing her hand to venture up and feel his hardened abdominal area.

Odila bit her lip, her arousal was beginning to spread further throughout her body and she needed more.

Inhaling deeply he yanked her hair, causing her head to go back.

"Ah, Levi, what are you—doing."

She breathed out the last word heavily, the feeling of his soft lips attacking her delicate neck, causing her eyes to close lightly in a feeling of bliss.

Her hand twitched under his shirt, feeling the need to explore the muscles she had now been invited to grope. His body really was amazing, she knew it ever since the first time she'd caught a glimpse of him shirtless. Slowly, her hand began massaging the lower portion of his abdomen, the action causing him to inhale deeply.

Every muscle felt so defined and perfectly molded onto his body, he had to be God sent.

"Ah, no stop you're going to leave marks!"

She moaned loudly at the feel of teeth scraping against her skin, his tongue then soothing the sting while his mouth latched on to mark her. She could have refused, she could have pushed him away, yet it was obvious that she did not wish for such a thing.

As his mouth traveled along the expanse of skin he left his mark in multiple places, to him, she looked even more radiant covered in his bite marks.

Her body visibly slumped when he ceased, only to have him pull her forward again so he could bury his face into the crook of her neck. His breathing turned heavy and a trace of concern sprouted in the pit of her stomach, yet, he reached for the hand under his shirt.

"Odila…"

He trailed off, gripping her hand and bringing it dangerously low, stopping at the waistline to his pants. Slowly, he trailed her fingers along the waistline, skimming his sensitive skin that led to an even more sensitive area.

Her sapphire orbs widened, through the undeniable feel of arousal swirling around her body, she felt something else.

Guilt.

She didn't want it like this. If it were to even happen she would want it to be when he was in the right state of mind and not highly inebriated. She would want it when he was conscious of his actions. She found a little humor in the situation however, seeing as how she was a girl saying this about a guy.

But also, she didn't even know if he had meant what he said…

With a great deal of will power she pulled her hand from his, lightly moved him off her and stood, holding her hand out to help him up. He looked at her questioningly.

"I can't do this now…We drank and…It's not right."

His icy eyes gazed up into hers, seemingly trying to comprehend what she'd said. Sloppily, he grabbed her hand, hitting it with a resounding clap and used her to get up. He teetered slightly and she gripped his waist and propped him against herself.

"Thank you…I'll take you to your room and—"

"No."

"No?"

"No…Lemme sleep with you…"

He nuzzled his face into the coppery heap that was her hair. She bit her lip, questioning if that was the smartest thing to do. He probably wouldn't try anything again, he was getting to the part of being drunk where you just got super sleepy…She supposed it'd be okay.

"Alright…But no funny stuff, ya hear me?"

He moved his head slightly and she took that as an affirmative. Her bedroom has a queen sized bed capable of fitting them both comfortably, so, taking her time she led him along, locking the door when the managed to get in.

"I need to sleep on the left so you got the right, okay?"

He grumbled something in cohesive, throwing his shirt of and crawling into her plush bed. She couldn't help but laugh at his drunken stupidity, knowing that she could hold it over him in a future argument. Odila stripped down to her bare essentials and crawled in with him, wondering how she could actually sleep like this.

"Eh…Goodnight levi-Heichou."

She half smiled at him, turning her back and facing toward the wall. The weather was comfortable, surprisingly cool for summer; slowly she started clearing her mind, lulling off into a comfortable sleep…

Until she felt a pair of hands violate her space.

"Eh?! Levi I told you—"

She paused as she felt him snuggle himself closer to her body, resting his head just above her's and squeezing her waist tightly, when he was situated comfortably he uttered out a low

"Goodnight."

Was he…Actually spooning her? Like was this really happening right now? She didn't take him as the cuddling type. She shrugged a bit, letting herself relax into his hold, a small smile playing onto her full lips.

It's going to be one interesting morning…


MKAAAAAAAAAAAAY I really enjoyed writing this chapter :) Give you guys a little feeling haha. I was actually doing one of those OC sheet things where you type out all this weird info about your OC character, if you guys would be interested in seeing all kinds of weird info on Miss Odila Gottlieb then let me know! I'll put it in the next chapter. I can't wait to write the morning scene when he wakes up after all of his drunken displays mwahahahah...

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