ׅ ◞ detest ׅ 𐚁̸ ㅤׂ l ackerman ׅ ⁄⁄͈
⠀ ༨ ﹒ cw 𓈒 fem reader. exploitation. remastered.
l ackerman is planned to arrive at paradis with one goal in mind, but you already suspected such, didn't you? to halt his attempt at killing you, hange helps you devise a plan where you've supposedly "lost your memory."
ׅ ༢ i. ﹒ next ﹙ troublesome ﹚
"levi ackerman, he's marley's strongest soldier." confirmed hange, their eyes glued onto the file miche handed to them.
the scent of cigarette smoke made levi's nose turn up in disgust though he tried not to show it in front of his marleyan superiors. "ackerman," one officer grouched, voice unceremonious in comparison to levi's who remained deferential and low. "we're sending you out on a mission." the officer said, looking crisp in his uniform and sleek boots despite his age. "to paradis island, we've sent a fleet of soldiers yet haven't seen the return of their warship in months." another sighed. levi heard rumors of the people occupying paradis island, scraps that other soldiers passed around from ear to ear. "they're growing in numbers. . ." levi muttered. the men talked amongst themselves as levi stood there in complete silence. if he were honest to himself, he hated marley, he hated how they treated their soldiers and he hated living in such a nation; avaricious officials and corrupt soldiers lingered in the ranks and no one batted an eye.
they were using him, exploiting him especially, like they did with every single man and woman in their forces. working him like a dog while also sending him out to do their dirty work. he was sure this mission to paradis was just another operation to have him snuff out someone of importance who posed a threat to the power of the motherland. "the commander of the survey corps, (reader) (last name)." an officer finally spoke, files say in front of them. "an ambitious woman, whom is constantly pioneering. . .we can't seem to ever get into her head, despite our many efforts of trying to make mutual concessions." he puts it plainly, buttering up his words before coating them in sugar—levi had an idea of the truth. "take her out, we don't care how but we need her gone." another chimed in, teeth rotting in his mouth. the sight made levi grimace so hard he almost lost his stoic expression to his ever-growing repugnance. "when you succeed, our operation to take over paradis island will begin."
"dissmissed." they didn't have to tell levi twice, the door closed behind him and his face finally contorted into a sour face of intolerable anger. he will sail to paradis island up top a boat big enough for one, he was sure. not for the sake of his nation, or for the interest of his superiors; for himself, for once he would do something for himself. he wanted to see what you were made of, the great, disobedient commander—one with authority yet stood humble with her soldiers, pointing men and women in the direction of glory. graced with intelligence and integrity, something he wasn't sure a soul in the marleyan military had. he couldn't deny that in his soul he grinned at the idea of bringing someone like you down, someone as great as you.
"and? is marley sending another fleet with him on it?" you asked, hand rubbing at your chin. hange shook their head, looking up to meet your gaze. "most likely not, ma'am." they snorted. "but i have a feeling they will try something, marley has been awfully quiet ever since their fleet came barging in; on our land." they practically threw the file back onto the coffee table, leaning back in the leather sofa. "we've got to come up with something before they strike, if anything; they're probably going to send that man here to assassinate you." miche offered an idea, the sun kissing his hair; reflecting a more golden shine to his brown-ish strands. "you're right." you groaned, rubbing your temples in contemplation. "pretend you've lost your memory. any trace of it." hange said, their voice now serious though you found the idea to be somewhat amusing.
"really now?" you chuckled. "and how, pray tell—would that work?" you urged for more, practically and literally sitting on the edge of your seat. "well, if you're willing to listen. . ." hange smiled.
the ship dipped against the ocean's rough waves, swaying in every direction as levi looked on. "we're almost there." he muttered to himself, seeing the island in the far distance; big yet evergreen. "those fucking devil's will be lost when they lose their precious commander." a soldier snickered, his uniform dawned in the sun's orange hue. levi's hand traced his jaw, strong and sharp—flecked with a slight stubble. "make this quick, ackerman. a week is what the higher ups are giving you." another marleyan soldier spoke, gathering boxes against the back of the ship, even as it dips again.
"a week?" levi blinked away his surprise, it wouldn't take long for him to kill you and pin it on another person. . .would it?
cutlery clinked, the loud and boisterous mess hall erupted with laughter. the noise was mostly coming from the young cadets, happy to be there, happy to finally be called soldiers of the survey corps. you, on the other hand sat at the biggest table in the back, your spoon drowned in the brown stew that was served. hange was at your right, their finger underlining a small portion of what they wrote down on a piece of crumbled paper. eren and mikasa at your left, the two children were capable, it's what made you keep them closest to you. "commander," eren spoke up, his eyes darting between you and hange. "what's wrong, yeager?" you ask as you lift your head, expression molded into one of seriousness. "i…may i speak to you after lunch?" the boy's brow was covered in sweat, he couldn't help but feel nervous when speaking to you. "of course." you nod.
the ship had left and levi found himself alone, now his mission is finally in progress.
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