Chapter 27


The pair sat silently for an unknown amount of time, rocking back and forth.

Hange and Baphomet had left long ago and as the hours ticked on, the market sounds and slowly shuffling refugees could be heard out on the streets once more.

Another moment passed before Juno slowly pulled away, meeting slate eyes and a slightly lowered brow, and said with a sniffle, "I made your clothes dirty."

Levi pursed his lips, brow lifting as he mumbled, "No shit."

She sniffed once more, gaze lowering to the red marks on his cheek. Her lip quivered, "I'm so sorry I hurt you, Levi. I thought… I thought I was back where…"

Levi shrugged, dismissive in her apology although reminded of her odd speed. "Nothing worth discussing – there's some bigger issues to talk about like the breach in the Wall."

Juno nodded, appearing pale and small as she held the black sheet around her front. Levi scanned over her, searching once more for any concerns before announcing, "We have lodging next door. We can talk while you bathe."

Standing, the soldier brushed his hands together, feeling the grit fall away. Cringing at the dirt, he turned to see Juno attempting to stand. She wobbled suddenly but Levi was quicker. Collecting her small body in his arms, she let out a gasp as her feet left the ground.

Frowning, Juno muttered, "I can walk. I'm getting your clothes more dirty."

Shaking his head and providing her with an indifferent stare, he scoffed. "Which is why I'll be bathing with you."

"I can clean my –"

"I know."

"Oh."

He walked quickly, ensuring she was entirely covered by the sheet as they passed a few bystanders on the street. Turning quickly and entering a small cottage, Levi kicked the door closed behind him. Upon entering the kitchen and living area, an older man suddenly stood from a table at the sight of the pair.

Weathered in appearance and dressed in only what Juno could describe as religious garb, the man gawked at her and said loudly, "S-she lives! You must –"

"Not now." Levi brushed off, making a move to pass him.

"She must –"

Levi paused, his back to the Godly man and hissed, "I said not now."

Juno peered over Levi's shoulder to see the older man back down, taking his seat once more not without shooting her one more stare.

"Who's that?" Juno asked quietly as they turned into a hallway and Levi placed her gently onto a seat. He disappeared for a moment and returned with several towels, soaps and clean clothing for both of them.

Opening a door, he guided her into the even smaller bathroom. A shower the size of a box, Levi removed his clothing and reached past her to turn the hot, very hot water on. When steam slowly began to rise, Juno gave him a pleasantly surprised look of approval.

"That's Pastor Nick – apparently, he knows shit about Titans and the Walls but won't say anything. Until he opens his shitty mouth, he is under our 'care'," gently taking the sheet from her, he nudged her side to indicate to step under the shower before adding, "Tch. And don't look so surprised – I don't give a shit if I have to sleep on the ground or kill a rat to eat, as long as there is water to clean myself."

Juno chuckled, enjoying the sound of his deep, drawl as he squeezed into the space with her. Levi allowed for the water to predominantly cover her, enjoying her skin pressed against his. Reaching below her, he scooped up the bar of soap and met her gaze expectedly.

Lathering over her back and shoulders, course fingers tips rubbed away the dirt and grime of a terrifying 24 hours. The water rained black and brown as Titan mess fell away and soon, her golden skin could be seen through misty heat.

"Eight days and look what happened," Juno mumbled under her breath as she turned to allow him to wash down her chest and neck. "Eight days and it all goes to shit."

"Eight days and you were eaten by a titan."

He paused, brow set once more as he stared at her, seeming to take in every curve of her features, the finest hairs that lined her skin, every freckle that dusted across her petite nose and high cheeks.

Juno shifted in the small space, lowering her gaze as she mumbled, "At least I killed four before..."

"I told you to stay out of trouble – to leave if everything became –"

"I saw Mike get eaten!" She wailed, face crumpling in pain.

Juno was against him once more, face pressed against his chest, caramel against alabaster. She shook with contained gasps as she tried to hide her wails of pain, only resulting in sobs. Levi clenched his jaw, wrapping his arms around her form as she bit back her tears.

And through her pain, Juno began telling her horrible recount of the past twenty-four hours, from the moment she went for a session in the forest, to the second she was blasted from the gut of a titan.

Levi listened in silence as her disjointed words would cut from thought to thought as she would suddenly remember a piece of detail she deemed important to her story. At times Juno would break down again and again, sometimes twice when she would return to a particular moment, seemingly able to link parts to feelings she experienced months prior.

And when the water went from hot to warm and finally cool, Levi gingerly lifted her from his chest and met her reddened gaze.

"You are the only person I could imagine finding a way out of a titan," he mumbled with a furrowed brow.

This seemed to make her smile, even briefly. "But Eren did the same thing."

"Eren is a piece of shit," Levi replied quickly as he draped her in a towel. With a gentle tone he added, "An okay piece of shit."

A chuckle escaped her, eyes closing slightly with her smile and Levi felt his stomach flip, seeing her warm up. She seemed a bit more lively now that the dirt and muck had been stripped from the beautiful skin he so loved to gaze upon.

Guiding her out of the tiny bathroom, Levi allowed for the smaller female to stand in front of him as he reached to open the door to his sleeping quarters. Letting the female into the dark room, the fiery male moved his neck a fraction, side eye falling upon the Pastor hiding in the hallway entrance. Narrowing his glare on the man, he gasped suddenly and disappeared back into the shared living room.

Juno slowly dressed herself. Levi had insisted on briskly helping her lift her sore arms and worn out limbs, however she was adamant that she wasn't handicapped. Slapping his hand away with once again, surprise speed, Levi pursed his lips and began to change himself into his bed clothes. His slightly tense gaze never left Juno's movements up until she sighed and began to pat her hair dry.

"What… can I do?" The question seemed to slip from his lips with a slight lack of confidence.

Juno's warm yet weary eyes stared at him, cheeks rising slightly into a tired smile. The man she called her own stood in plain pants and a grey shirt that hugged at his defined body. Damp, ebony hair draped across steely eyes which held a level of attention to detail that Juno was certain he could track her breathing pattern.

Levi was trying to do what he had seen many people, couples, lovers, around him do.

He was trying to show that he cared. He wanted to help.

Collecting her hair and placing it on her right shoulder, Juno gingerly approached the stiff male until her nose was almost touching his. Tilting her head up, large eyes peering up at him, Levi saw the frail and weathered memory of her recent ordeal disperse.

Brow creasing at the female, he studied her expression as he felt her hot finger tips trail his right wrist before abandoning the area and slowly slipping under the hem of his shirt. Her nails met his flesh first, a touch he so missed when only a week had passed. Then the soft, pads of her finger tips met the fine line created by his lower abdominals and hip.

A wave of electricity shot through the Veteran, nerves coming alive as five finger tips melted into an entire palm that pressed against the lines of his lower stomach, gently guiding over scars Juno had somehow memorized.

Swallowing hard at the immense wave of energy that ignited between them, Levi refocused his gaze on Juno's face. She was still gazing up at him - only gone was the worn-torn pain, replaced with a heated stare that ran across his eyes, over his cheek bones, across his jaw line. Her wandering hand continued to trail teasingly over his lower abdomen whilst the other lifted and curved behind his ear and head, his hair teasingly asking to be grasped.

He found his own hands had already made their way first to Juno's waist then to her lower back as he gently pulled her closer. A sigh slipped past his lips, narrowed lids closing with relief as she simultaneously allowed her finger nails to curl into his scalp and his hands relished the touch of her womanly figure.

"Fuck." Another hiss, a whisper from Levi's lips as she pressed against him. Even with clothes on, the flame burning against them was as if anything they had felt prior had been given a supercharge.

Levi felt like his senses, mind, nerves, his arousal, were magnetically, genetically, astronomically wired to the woman pressed into his front.

"Kiss me like you missed me –" Juno had barely whispered the words against him before he had already captured her lips in a hungry, consuming kiss.

Her nails dug into the back of his neck as she buried herself into his form, her tongue fighting against his own. Levi snarled against her, senses heightened as he could smell the sweetness on her skin, her body.

Rough hands moved quickly down her back, grabbing fist-fulls of her arse cheeks and forcefully pushing her hips into his. Juno groaned against him, his lips leaving hers to trail passionate and possessive marks across her jaw and neck. Levi opened his eyes a fraction as a gentle whisp met his ears and the candles in the room suddenly flared with life.

Entirely consumed by the woman moaning against him as his fingers began torturous actions against the secret between her legs, Levi felt the primal want and need begin to rise within him.

Her legs buckled, his name a stutter against his ear. Collecting her against him, Levi got Juno to wrap her legs around his waist as he turned to bring them to the small bed. His mouth never left her neck, her hips grinding against the swollen mass growing between them.

Placing her down like delicate porcelain, Juno was already pulling the large shirt from her body before her back hit the bed. Eyes never leaving hers, Levi followed suite, tearing the shirt from his body.

A second passed as he paused, devious and narrowed stare raking over her flesh. Beautiful, womanly breasts rose gently on her chest as she took short, feverish breaths. The dim lighting danced like warm honey over her exposed skin, welcoming him to lower down and kiss up her stomach.

Whimpers escaped her, head falling back into the pillow as he trailed lines over her equally as hot skin. She shivered against him, letting out a sharp gasp as he encased her nipple in his mouth.

"Levi!" She hissed, eyes falling upon his face with mild surprise. "You – your skin – your mouth – you're like ice!"

Levi sank back, considering her words for a moment before disregarding them altogether and capturing her mouth once more. He licked her lower lip, enjoying the quivers that raked her body. Levi ground his hips into hers, indulging in the way she arched into him, wanting more.

"I need you," Juno moaned as she felt Levi shift above her. "Always. Forever. Now."

Nerves a flame, the seasoned man pressed against her slick warmth. He lowered his head, pressing his forehead to hers. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself into the woman who burnt brightly, Juno encasing and squeezing him whole.

They both moaned loudly, the candle light flickering and all other means of the world suddenly becoming meaningless.


Baphomet stepped into the dark street, trailing remarkably slowly behind the jittery woman Juno had so fondly called her 'mad-scientist friend'. Hange had managed to regain her footing and now seemed as if she was more excited than dizzy.

The cool air tickled at his nose as he lifted his chin slightly and took a deep breath.

He had forgotten the scent of human environments.

Pulling his lip slightly as he quickly pulled a heavily draped hood over his head, the ancient being was met with a variety of sensory overloads; the dank moisture of wet earth combined with human bodily fluids, the dull musk of under arms that had not seen a decent bathe in days and the rank waft of spoilt food.

Whispers were as loud as shouts, scratches as noisy as an angry bee hive and clothes rustling against bodies like leaves crunching under feet.

Sniffing lightly and reminding himself that humans simply would not have as sensitive senses as him, Baphomet found that Hange had stopped and was now unlocking a door. Swinging her hair with a mutter of frustration, she attempted several keys, needing to pause twice to hold the ring of keys up into the light.

A gentle waft of lilac whistled past his nostrils as she swung her hair once more to hold another key in the dim lighting.

Baphomet wriggling his nose in mild delight, enjoying how Hange muttered under her breath about finding a 'brassy, small one.'

He watched her for a few moments more as she tried one final time, greeted with a dull click and she yelped with victory. Pushing the door open, Hange seemed to fondle blindly in the dark room. Deciding it was probably a little cruel to enjoy how she tried her best to not knock over anything, Baphomet breezed past her hunched over form, arms out-stretched, and quickly brought all the lanterns to light.

The sudden movement sent her hair moving again, another hushed wisp of lilac.

"Oh!" Hange blinked several times, standing straight and peering at Baphomet. "Th – thanks! We only got here recently, so I haven't had too much time in here and forgot to set up the lanterns."

Baphomet gave a content, amused smile. "Your hair, it smells like lilac in Spring."

Hange stiffened, cheeks blushing and an awkward grin rising on her lips. "Ugh, yeah. Juno went to the markets with Sasha once and came back with some scented oils. She gave one to me."

"Hm," Baphomet acknowledged, lowering his hood to reveal his horns had disappeared. "And your name – Hange. Hange. Quite interesting, I must say. Not known to my knowledge, where did it come from?"

She was still planted near the door, a few steps from a desk covered in papers she had likely dumped earlier today. Smiling shyly, Hange replied, "My parents couldn't decide since they both wanted to use their grandparents' names, so to prevent any more arguments, they put Hania and Gene together in respect to both families," she huffed awkwardly once more. "Hange. Hange Zoe."

Baphomet rose his brows, not expecting the response but welcoming it with a thoughtful nod. "Interesting. So tell me, Hange Zoe, what have you learnt about Juno Monroe and the disaster that are titans?"

The woman brightened at the question, eyes shining wildly as she dashed forward and collected a chair. "Please, sit down, Baph. I can call you Baph, right? I have so much to discuss – you aren't on any type of schedule or rush are you? I'm sure Levi and Juno have a lot of touchy-feely to catch up on, so better not bother them…"

Baphomet watched her with a bemused smile, listening and watching as she continued her extensive rampage of everything she knew about first, titans. She rushed around the room collecting papers and laying them out on the desk, pointing at her findings and beginning a new train of explanations without finishing the prior.

Hange, a woman in her mid-thirties, began her explanation of her studies from the day she joined the Corps. With vigor, she jumped head first into how the young woman had shown interest in her love for science but initially was rejected a fund for her requests to study titans as they had never had a supporting role for something she was asking.

This resulting in the stubborn teen seeking another route to a more stable position, concluding she needed to become top percentile in all other skill sets – predominantly physical tasks. Her height worked in her favour, able to climb and reach for objects with her long limbs. Her inability to fear the titans seemed to help her gauge tactics and acute means of safety for her team mates.

In no time, Cadet Hange Zoe was appointed second-in-command to a Squad Leader.

The eccentric teenager had shouted with glee, fist-pumping the air and ignoring the odd stares being thrown in her direction.

Time after time, the young soldier proved her worth until the day finally arrived; Hange Zoe was appointed Squad Leader.

It didn't take long for the knowledge-crazed woman to fight for her role as unofficial Regiment Scientist-Medical-Extraordinaire but with Erwin Smith willing to accept any form of help to save humanity, mere months passed and Hange finally got the funding and freedom to do her 'scientific' tests.

Baphomet watched her with content, amazed at how quickly she was able to pour information from her brain and then to her mouth, finger moving quickly across the table, Hange made clear and concise connections between her speculations and collection of solid evidence.

When Hange reached the finality of what she deemed important titan information, she sank back and took a deep breath.

"Here, have some water," Baphomet slid the wooden cup to the puffing brunette. "You have an impressive amount of knowledge regarding these vile creatures. Far vaster than the scientist and philosophers of a century ago."

She took a hefty swig and said with a puff of air, "I like my job."

Baphomet chuckled. "I can see. I have some discussion points I would like to mention."

Hange nodded, eyes still firmly planted on the handsome man.

"You mentioned she was able to light a candle, however it resulted in the entire wax and wick exploding and creating a canyon in the table," Baphomet explained, Hange nodding in response. "I want to provide some insight on why this occurred."

Hange stiffened, complete attention on Baphomet. "Yes, anything."

"For every time Juno and I have met, I have given her some of my strength. Just little doses here and there to help her pass through the veil. The reason I did this was because I was unsure how strong she was due to how many years had passed," Baphomet pursed his lips. "I was concerned that she would become insane due to how little of Ymir was left in her – humans of her world are fragile, not built like creatures of my world or even humans of yours. They do not fight with fist and iron, but with contraptions that fire explosives. They hit their enemies with such force, it can obliterate the human so there is nothing left but blood and flesh. They don't even get to meet the eyes of the human who killed them. They do not face one another, eye to eye. Humans of her world deal with stresses to do with vanity, popularity and the need to be liked. Upon birth, they are riddled with vaccines to prevent illness, but in some cases, it makes people weak. They create money by playing games that require throwing a ball to one another. They worship idiots who are nominated to make decisions for an entire land far greater than yours."

"You thought she would die of disease or madness when she arrived?" Hange concluded.

Baphomet nodded slowly. "Correct. It was a risk, having never met Juno. I chose blindly, giving her small doses every time we conversed from the very moment I plucked her from the world she called home."

"Can I ask," Hange began quietly. "What ever happened to her family?"

Baphomet held her gaze, brow lowering as he considered his response. "They believe she ran away from home with her pet because they could not locate the contraption they called a car. Her mother was sad, her father angry. Both became bitter after a while and then soon accepted that Juno was no longer part of their lives."

"That's a little sad."

Baphomet pursed his lips, nodding and sitting back in his chair. "I do agree with you however Juno's existence serves a purpose. Call it divine intervention but both Juno and her families sudden detachment and acceptance was meant to happen, otherwise this world would end. Fate plays a huge factor here but not everything can be governed by a four-letter word."

"Let me get this straight," Hange muttered, now leaning forward and grasping the cup tightly in her hands. "Juno exists to save this world. She didn't exist due to two people falling in love and having a child? She didn't exist to live a life and achieve her own personal goals? I have to say, Baph, I was all about what you were talking about until now."

"Hange, everyone, everything serves a purpose. A flower, a bee, the sun, they all serve a purpose. The same applies to a rock, a river, the mountains far beyond the wall – it all works together and serves a purpose," Baphomet explained gently. "Juno lives and she breathes. She has achieved everything she could in her previous life, otherwise she would have tried to fall in love several times but would never feel entirely consumed by the feelings she feels now. She would grow older and alone, living and breathing a job she didn't enjoy and eventually, die young due to the many risky pollutants located in food, water, the air. Is that a life, Hange?"

Hange didn't respond.

"Do you see how she thrives here?" Baphomet continued. "Do you see how she is the literal bearer of light, warmth, hope. It is unfortunate she was born to the wrong time line but it was not coincidence that Juno was a direct descendant of the great Ymir. It was not a coincidence that out of all my blood descendants and Ymir's, that it was both Juno's world and yours that not one of each were produced within the expected time slots, especially when it had been occurring for many years prior to this, yet not a single one seemed fit for this – for this purpose."

They sat in silence for a few moments. Light had started to rise behind Hange, the soft chirping of morning birds and critters becoming louder with every passing second.

"Levi and Juno are the answer, aren't they?" She asked, jaw tensing at the realization of how much more dangerous their lives were because of this. "It started with you and Ymir and it has to end with the blood of you and Ymir. Levi and Juno."

Baphomet took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "It will end with Levi and Juno."

"I don't know how I am meant to respond," Hange whispered, lowering her eyes. "I want this to end as badly as any other person – this is why I became a Scout. So many lives have been taken – I don't even know if the other senior members survived."

Baphomet wrinkled his nose, considering her sudden lull in energy. "Hange Zoe, the hardships of this word, your world, are prevalent for everyone. I cannot tell you how it will happen nor when it will happen because I simply do not know. All I know is that for this world to become peaceful once more, they will be the reason."

Hange seemed to absorb his final comment. Swallowing hard and pressing her dry lips together, she sat back into her chair and sighed. "I guess if you can't tell us how or when, then I suppose we continue doing what we do. But what about these power doses you've given to Juno? If they contribute to her small bursts of Ymir power, what about the huge dose of power she was exposed to when she burst from the titan belly?"

He stiffened as she finished, gaze falling onto her face. "Yes… I am concerned of this. She did not die from the sudden amount of power, in fact Juno took to it quite easily. So much so, that when I caught her from the explosion, she burnt flesh from my body."

"Will she be able to control it?" Hange asked, sensing his sudden change. "We can keep training, we can work on it, just like Eren."

Taking in her suggestion, Baphomet seemed to lighten up a fraction and said, "I am ashamed to admit that I thought she would not make it in this world. This is why I kept giving her energy. But she has proven me wrong – Juno was able to genuinely cause damage to me. She is far stronger than I anticipated as I did not think she would survive the last energy transfusion. Juno wounded me quite severely," Baphomet sighed then smiled, "Yes, continue to train with her. As I cannot live in this world for long, I entrust both you and Levi to ensure that Juno Monroe does not succumb to illness, harm or abduction."

"I have a pretty good track record compared to Short Stuff," Hange chuckled as she stood and re-arranged her hair. "She hasn't disappeared under my care yet and wont be any time soon!"

"I know, Hange Zoe," Baphomet shook his head in disdain. "The boy is just that, a boy. It kills me seeing part of myself in him."

"What was it again? History repeats itself?" Hange laughed loudly, heading towards the small fire stove and lighting a flame. "Tea no sugar, I assume?"

"How could you possibly know?"


The soft thumps of a familiar beat vibrated against my cheek.

Warmth, glorious, safe, familiar warmth.

Light filtered gently over my nerves, reaching my closed lids. A mulled tangerine hue began to rise in my sight, my senses waking with every breath, every rise of the warm chest my cheek rest upon.

It rose largely, swelling with a deep breath.

"How long until you open your eyes?" His voice was husky, laced with sleep or possibly from not saying anything for hours on end.

I smiled into his skin, stretching against his warm figure. In most cases, I ran a lot warmer than Levi but when we lay in bed, waking with the sun, he was always a few degrees warmer at that time of the day. Always there to keep me warm.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, slowly opening my lids and allowing adjustment. The soft rays of morning glow shimmered over his raven hair and catching on one cheek bone, the tip of his nose. It only made his silver orbs glistening with more life. Wriggling my nose and breathing in the scent of tea tree oil and citrus, I added, "I guess you've been awake for a while?"

"I'd close my eyes, only to think I dreamt you were back and it wasn't real," Levi shifted, turning onto his side and curling my form into his chest. "Kept scaring the shit outta me, so I decided to stay awake."

"You're cute sometimes," chuckling, I tilted my head up to place a kiss on his jaw. "I forget that you're actually a hoodrat sometimes."

"Ex-hoodrat," Levi sneered, a faint but clear smirk on his lips. With another deep breath, I muttered under my breath as he detached his body from mine and sat on the edge of the small cot. Milk, white arms rippled with muscle mass as Levi lifted, stretching outwards and then holding his arms above his head. With an additional stretch of his neck from side to side, he stood and scooped his pants from the chair. "Time to get up. We need to speak with Baph."

Slowly, I lifted up and welcomed the ache that shimmed through my body. A small gasp left my lips, my back to Levi yet I knew he had heard, his watchful gaze likely eyeing me with gratification.

Gingerly, I peered over my shoulder, my suspicions true.

"Are… you okay?" He asked, slipping an arm into his neatly pressed shirt. A lingering, confident curl played on his lips, lidded eyes watching me with interest.

Standing and collecting the spare clothes provided for me, I tried my best to stand without showing resistance from worn-out muscles, over-used from hours of activity. A knee twitched, my stare remaining steady as he finished off the last button, secured his cravat and collected his jacket. Holding back my embarrassed grin, Levi didn't bother to hide the satisfied smirk on his lips.

"I'll let you sort yourself out," he mused, drawl clear and on point as he reached the door. Looking over his shoulder, he added, "Make sure you sort out that sex hair."

I couldn't help but grin as the door clicked behind him. But as his light footsteps slowly disappeared, it was becoming more clear to me that my ordeal was not over.

Lifting my hands, I peered down at my fingertips.

Only hours before I was belly deep in filth, cooking in rank heat and bodily fluids. I was certain I was going to die.

But now as I sat quietly, studying my hands, I wondered outloud, "How are they not shaking like normal?"

I was never someone with unsteady hands, but as the hours spanned into the morning, my jittery behaviour tapered off and perhaps decided to settle. I had begun the night with shivering and quakes that courses through my body – something I equated to the immense surge Baphomet had given me. When the power had hit me, I was certain I would explode.

Only that I didn't.

Immense heat sprung from my body, white hot and as dangerous as lava. The heat was unbearable at first, my body wanting to wither in pain, although moments shimmered past quickly and soon, I was bathed in a durable warmth as the flames burst forward and I was collected in Baphomet's arms.

There was no pain after. Just tired and weathered, exhausted from almost dying.

Only power.

And as I leveled my hand up to my eye line, the light pillowing behind it to create long shadows on my front, there was no twitches, no movements.

I was still as stone.


A/N: Hello everyone!

I hope you are all well :) I am still in the adjustment faze of moving homes. Thankfully the unpacking is completed and now there is a monstrosity of boxes and foam in the garage which neither of us can seem to face right now ha.

Studies are slowing down, thankfully. I am now painting and drawing once more, tagging along BnHA and soon to start Darling in the FranxX and have finally taken a moment to sit down and begin some new chapters.

Like I said, I try to keep a few chapters ahead, but unfortunately I just can't get that momentum these days! I have the content in my head, but nothing comes out how I want it to.

To date, this is the longest I have gone to post a chapter and it bothers me big time.

I think I am in a rut - even though I have dot points for my story flow. I know what is going to happen, but why can't I put it down to the level that I want?

I'll keep at it. Writing makes me so happy and hearing from you guys makes me double the happy. I've made so many lovely friends... Especially when real life friends just aren't my jam - so it really makes me smile knowing I am writing for a lovely bunch of people who get how passionate I am for this fandom.

In other news, UM EXCUSE ME WHILE I COOL DOWN OVER HECTIC LEVI IN SEASON 3. Did anyone else practically fall off their chair during the saloon scene?

Side note: At the end of my Aug assessments, I will likely revert back to monthly updates!

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xXXSilverXXx - Dude, at some point I contemplated an Isayama move - would you guys have killed me? I would have killed me haha. I'm glad you feel good that they're back together. And I suppose getting emotion out of someone using words is pretty good, especially for a reunion in a story :) And thank you for your kind words. It's been a whirlwind the past few months so I appreciate that you guys aren't bummed by my delay.

Davera - Don't worry! They'll arrive in due time!

kid-kun - it's odd for me to seperate them but I feel like it drives their bond a lot harder, ya know? I want to have a ying/yang vibe... magnets of sort. Trying to follow the rules but then someone gets eaten so, shit. Probably should have stuck together. Really awesome to hear from you :)

Pati - Hey girl! Always good to hear from you. Baph and Levi are so alike in many ways, only that Baph has matured over hundreds of years that he's developed charisma. I like to think that Levi is just bitter that Baph is the reason everything has happened in his world but at the same time, grateful it has happened because he now has Juno. *inner turmoil*. I think I will add some Moblit into the story too - he's rather humorous in the prior seasons. And thank you as always for your sweet words... I know you guys don't mind the delay but I hate not being on schedule. I will try to be more kind to myself xxx