A.N, 27/08/2019: As you guys know (or do not know?), since I am Irish and have given my OC an Irish name, I do want to give the titles Irish names. Sometimes Irish does this weird thing where the words make more sense in Irish than it does in English. Hell, sometimes I think the word sounds nice.

Mothúcháin [mu-who-cawn] is the Irish for 'Feelings' (:

Slight nsfw in this chapter for you dirty rascals, because I know you love Levi just as much as I do ;) Nothing too explicit, just a fleeting dream. Don't worry, Blevi smut will come soon ;) I have a question to ask at the end!

Back at HQ:

Upon recovering, Bláithín was promoted to secondary Lance Corporal.

A person who chose to remain anonymous, though it was blindingly obvious as to who it was, let slip to Shadis that Bláithín was not mentally fit to own a squad. Shadis agreed whole-heartedly. Her current duties consisted of paperwork.

However...

"No, wait, I don't want that," Levi told Keith.

Shadis was preparing files and paperwork for a meeting perhaps with the higher-ups. He was stacking them all together when Levi questioned his verdict. "Are you questioning me?"

"Yes, I am. I came to say Bláithín is not in the right state of mind and to demote or do whatever to make sure she is without a squad. Not for me to step up and become primary Lance Corporal."

Shadis just shrugged. "Yeah, I do see your point. We need Bláithín's physical strength but her depressive disposition will hinder her, and the Corps. So, you two will be promoted and you take her place as commanding the squad. End of discussion."

Levi groaned audibly and rolled his eyes. This was not the intention he had.

"Also, no soldier has entered the Corps showing your potential. You have a higher kill count than some of our higher ranking soldiers. It was only a matter of time before you got promoted." Shadis stated. "Besides, you get plenty of benefits."

And boy, was Levi blown away by the benefits of his new promotion. Perhaps it wouldn't be the worst thing that happened.

Shadis lead him to one of the spare bedrooms within the headquarters. One that would be his own bedroom.

For starters, the room was the same size of the dormitories that the cadets typically slept in. The room contained a much larger bed with pristine white sheets. It was neatly made and the pillows appeared to be fluffed too. The bedroom was furnished on a meagre budget but it was filled with more warmth than Levi had ever seen in many years.

He walked over to the walnut desk that had a wooden chair with it. He sat down and crossed his legs and the foreign feeling of seemingly authority washed over him. He suddenly felt a massive responsibility. He looked to his right and saw the bed, and to the left was a fireplace. It hasn't been used in a while; the heap of ash had built up from lack of use.

He made a mental note to clean it later.

He also imagined all of the tea he could make with the convenience of having a fireplace in his room.

"I'll forward the news onto Bláithín. She'll deal with the paperwork and a bit of the training here and there, but you will have your own squad to be one hundred percent responsible of," Shadis stated as he was about to leave, before walking back to him with a list with names on it, "These are the people I have made a note of. They are due to finish their stint in the Training Corps in a year from now, and have much potential of being some of the best Titan-slayers of our generation. You get to pick up to five people."

Levi nodded politely and took the list off him. He unfolded the list and read them to himself.

The names Oluo Bozado, Petra Ral, Gunther Schultz and Eld Jinn had a bracket drawn around them.

"Are they listed in order of skill?" Levi asked

Keith continued to venture out the door. "Yes, indeed. The circled four work very well together, all being close friends."

"I'll meet them all separately then and see if they are suitable," Levi said. Considering he just got a serious upgrade, being polite certainly wasn't a bad idea. Levi and Keith's relationship was very much neutral. Levi only really had a bone to pick with Erwin but it was long overdue for him to get over it. It was about time he started being respectful for the people who took him out of the Underground District; it was about time for him to realize that though he lost his best friends along the way after arriving here, that there was no guarantee how long he'd survive down below. "Thank you, sir."

Keith nodded and left.

Levi stood up and walked over to the fireplace, thoroughly examining it. If he bent down low enough, he'd be able to smell the charred ash from previous usages.

"How filthy." He commented with disdain.

~*~ Meanwhile, in Mitras ~*~

There were observant individuals within the Walls. People who relayed information down the line. What may just be rumours to some, was crucial information to others. Often, these people relayed said information until it reached the Underground District and the black market. Although, not necessarily...

In rare instances, sometimes nobles relied on this service too. This service was built on confidentiality and trust, and seemingly, it could fall apart very easily if a person so wished. One wouldn't risk it though, lest he wanted to be hunted down for the rest of his life.

A man with fair hair, almond-shaped blue eyes looked out over his balcony. He sipped from his cup of china and sighed, wistfully. He spun around on his heel upon hearing a knock on his door, beckoning for the servant to come in.

"Lord Sven, I have an update on the situation at hand?"

Sven walked over to the door and left his office with the servant. The servant walked with him on his way down the winding stairs.

"Ah, yes, talk to me." Sven requested.

"The 'visitors' are due any time during the next two weels, four of them are coming. Should it all go to plan, you will be able to return to Marley once it is all complete, where you rightfully reside and are considered heir."

Sven flashed a toothy grin at the servant.

"Bear in mind that it would only be reasonable if these events unfolded one at a time. None of our families would evacuate in time."

Sven nodded as he walked towards the kitchen. Servants cleared the way as he sat down for breakfast. Before him laid an array of fluffy pastries, a pot of tea, a selection of citrus juices and he even had the opportunity to indulge in eating meat on the regular.

Sven always sat at the top of the table, his family sitting at the sides; he felt like he was in control this way. To his right, his elder niece used to sit there. She'd always eat very little, not really wanting to be around him. She'd have a cup of tea, a slice of bread and fruit and dash back to her bedroom.

Bláithín was the spit and image of his sister, Cecilia. Especially those blue eyes, they carried a lot of sadness.

They carried a lot of pain.

The fair-haired man shook his head.

No.

He did what had to be done; he had to follow his plan to the bitter end. Everyone would thank him at the end, right?

Bláithín was a hindrance to his plan, she was sent to Shiganshina where he hoped she'd have seen her fate.

Alas, she joined the military... so she wasn't out of his life for good.

Unbeknownst to her, there was a chain of people she'd have to defeat if she ever wanted to come into contact with her uncle again. Sending her off to Shiganshina was the easiest way to get rid of her. Should she defeat everyone before Sven... well, he'd be left with no other choice.

Sven would have to deliver the final blow.

As gruesome as it sounded, Sven was too hell-bent on seeing this plan through to the bitter end.

Bláithín was in her bedroom getting changed back into her uniform.

She was out of action for a long time, and wearing her military jacket and harnesses again felt foreign to her. She hadn't used her 3DMG gear for a while too, so now was a good time to go out and practice.

She walked out into the training grounds and tied up her hair into a ponytail. She inhaled the fresh air.

No more playing the tragic hero, she told herself, lest she wanted to be scolded by Levi again.

She shook her head to try to get rid of the memories of their argument. Levi hadn't spoken to her much recently and for some reason, she didn't know why. Him not speaking to her took up a part of her day normally. And now it's gone, and she missed him.

There, she admitted it. She missed Levi.

"Sheesh, I sound like a little girl who's been heartbroken." She said to herself.

She tapped on the metal canisters to see if she had a decent amount of gas to get her through this stint of training. Seemed like it; she was good to go. The Titan dummies were further ahead, buried in the forest that were located on the training grounds. Her walking turned into a light jog as she made her way over towards them.

She paused, sucked in a breath and shot a grappling hook into the nape of the wooden dummies. She allowed herself to soar through the air faster as she neared the nape. It stuck out like a sore thumb to her; she braced herself and drew her blades, holding them behind her at her hips. The wind today was blowing in her direction and used it to her advantage. Her eyes locked and closed in on the nape, bringing her blades forward and while spinning to provide momentum - she stole this move from Levi - she dragged the dual blades through and the target fell off.

A clean cut.

Perfect.

She smiled to herself and landed on a branch nearby. Even after being out of action, she still wasn't rusty, thankfully. She had always been a good soldier, certainly not the best, but she was alive after almost seven years... she must be doing something right. Only through blood, sweat and tears - a lot of tears - could she get to where she was. Bláithín never made it into the top ten, but that was never her priority.

She continued this routine, slicing the napes and doing acrobatics in the air with her gear. She loved the wind blowing through her face again, but she was starting to get worn out. Her movements were kinda sluggish; fighting against gravity even with the aid of gas, with heavy steel gas canisters stuck to your hips does a number on you physically.

She pierced the nape of the tenth dummy and dragged it through the nape. She flew off again, but the nape hadn't fallen off.

Shallow.

She watched this all while being airborne, and the urge to let disappointment consume her grew and grew. She gnashed her teeth together and cursed her luck. She let her head fall into her hands as she shook her head, letting out a few swears.

Before she even had the time to react, a flash of green flew past her and delivered the final blow. She gasped, shocked at the soldier's incredible speed, power and accuracy.

She smiled.

It was Levi.

He stared back at her and noticed her smile; it was a genuine smile. He softened his once hardened gaze and drifted over to her.

Her heart had been pumping a bit faster now, a blush rising to her cheeks. She allowed herself to feel this way, she wasn't going to try coax her heart to slow or anything. The aching void in her chest had closed up again.

She felt a feeling of fullness, akin to that of being complete. It wasn't a feeling she was used to, but she let herself feel it; the tingling in her stomach, the excitement in her eyes, the pink hue on her normally pallid cheeks. She rode the feeling out and felt it in full; the full she felt with him.

This new feeling was scary. What could it possibly mean?

It was, however, wonderful. It was delightful.

In the midst of this introspection, he had flicked her forehead and brought her back to reality. He didn't seem impressed by how distracted she was.

"Oi, dummy. Don't do this out in the open, you'll get eaten or worse, I'll have to drag your ass back home and-" he was interrupted when she threw her arms around him.

His breath hitched in his throat. He froze and didn't know what to do with his hands.

He had built up these walls so high, and brick by brick, she was taking them away, knocking them down.

It took him a few seconds to react again and reminded himself to stop holding his breath.

Breathe, he told himself.

His body loosened.

Relax, he told himself.

And he did.

He let his arms fall, so too his guard.

He let her hug him and his arms snaked around her back. He blinked a few times, trying to get used to this feeling. She felt so soft beneath him, like she was made of china; it was like Bláithín could get crushed and crumbled.

She was still a kid in his eyes.

She felt so good in his embrace too, almost too good.

"I-I'm sorry," she mumbled, pulling away. She was so overwhelmed with happiness that she didn't even think before hugging him.

"Don't go cry a river on me, Bláithín. You look like shit when you cry." He said, coolly.

He loved ruining the moment.

He dusted off his shirt, as though his uniform had gotten stained by a mere hug. He couldn't get his heart to slow, nor could he stop staring at her as she allowed herself to drift down towards the ground. She landed on the grass with a soft thud and looked up at him, her eyes beckoning him to come down. His gas canisters released and he allowed himself to fall.

To fall to her.

Fall to Bláithín.

Levi was falling fast and he didn't know how to make it stop.

"Guess what I learned the other day," Bláithín beamed when he landed in front of her. He passed her a bored look. She bent down and picked up a little daisy that was sprouted before them. It had traces of pink coming out from the pollen and it stood tall, though the stem itself was quite flimsy and weak looking. "I was reading the other day and I found out my name, in a very old language, means 'little flower'. I wonder if my mother knew what it meant!"

She twirled the daisy in between thumb and index finger.

She smiled, and Levi stiffened at the sight.

Levi didn't see her smile often, and if he did, it wasn't out of genuine elation. But here it was, and he loved it.

This little flower was beaming for the first time in front of him and Levi didn't know how to react. His gaze softened even further as he watched her, knowing that the same little flower had been trampled on so much, and still stood tall trying to shoulder it all.

She noticed him staring and she placed the daisy in his hair, behind his ear before running off.

So beautiful, Levi said to himself.

...

His hands roamed all over her body, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He stifled his moans through hoarse whispers of sweet nothings.

She responded in kind and arched her neck up, begging for it to be kissed again. Seeing this, he moved his necks across her neck, finding the sweet spot. He didn't linger there and trailed his lips down the valley of her breasts. She let out a moan in response and his advances continued.

He looked up at her with a hooded gaze, eyes filled with lust. His normally expressionless face was now replaced with a totally vulnerable look; brows creased in pleasure, sweat beading at his temples, face twitching as he moaned and panted softly.

"Bláithín..." the voice whispered as he removed the final barrier between them. His underwear had fell to the floor and he positioned himself above her. Her arms laced together and snaked around his neck, bringing him down to place a passionate kiss upon her swollen lips. He brought a hand up to caress her cheek as he kissed her, over and over and over again. His floppy, sweat-ridden black locks framed his face beautifully as he inched closer to her entrance.

She awoke with a jolt and sat up immediately.

Bláithín Hahn woke up drenched in a pool of sweat.

"That was... Oh, my god. What. Wait... What?" she spoke to herself. She buried her face in her hands and wanted to sob from embarrassment, or frustration, or horror... or all three.

She just experienced a rather intimate dream with a particular raven-haired man.

"This is bad, this is bad, this is bad..." she scolded herself. The girl wasn't even all that experienced with being intimate but here she was, dreaming Levi rested on top of her. A tingling feeling was present in the pit of her belly and she wiped her forehead from the sweat.

She hopped out of bed and made her way towards the Mess Hall. A drink of water would do her good. She clambered into the open space and lit some candles by the entrance.

"Sheesh, you look disgusting," the aforementioned man spoke, "You look like you had a nightmare or something?"

Bláithín gasped at his presence. The amber glow from the candles illuminated his face beautifully.

God, I need to stop being such a girl, she told herself.

"Oh, do I see a blush upon those cheeks of yours," he teased. "What's that about?"

"Pffft, I don't blush." She scoffed.

"And I don't clean every environment I come across with disinfectant," he retorted, "What are you blushing for?"

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