Summary: When a killer emerges in Mitras, imitating Kenny the Ripper, it sparks fear and worry among the upper class. Under pressure to stop the murders before an annual summer ball, the military police reluctantly approach the survey corps believing humanities strongest could help. Under Erwin’s command, Levi finds himself in the unlikely position of helping the case. Yet, when he finds you hovering over a recent victim it sparks off a series of events neither of you could have predicted.
Word count: 6.3k (it flows)
Warnings: descriptions of violence, murder and strong language. I’m marking this as semi - canon divergence since there was some details that wiki fandom just couldn’t tell me. So I had to go with my intuition (mostly canon compliant!!)
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The cacophony of heart wrenching cries was the first sign that something was wrong. With the bright morning sun illuminating the day, you had expected the streets to be as calm and quiet as any other early morning. Yet, as you made your morning walk, you rounded the corner and saw that a small crowd had gathered. Military Police monitored those who gathered, urging people to stay back, but it seemed the low whispers and general unease felt by the crowd was enough for them to not go closer. Angling yourself in a different direction, you peered around the others only to practically freeze at the sight a moment later.
Four bodies lay on the ground, past the crowd. An attempt had been made to conceal their identity and a white cloth was respectfully draped over their corpses. Yet, one of the victim’s arm was sprawled against the ground, out of reach for the sheet to cover it and the all too familiar insignia indicated that it was an MP. Blood pooled under each of the victims, the white sheet managing to protect the identity of those murdered, but the blood, splattered and staining the cobbled street, was unable to hide the crime that had taken place.
Casting your eyes away from such a horrific sight, you found your attention moving towards the woman who’s cries you had heard in the first place. Hand clutching her mouth she would have looked to be on the verge of collapsing if a relative was not supporting her close to their chest.
You found yourself looking away not long after, it felt wrong that someone had experienced such a deep loss and was surrounded by prying eyes. When you looked back at the scene again you could see how unsettled the military police were, standing to the sides and talking in hushed tones, their expressions grim and etched in worry.
This had been the second attack in a row. It had only been two weeks ago when the attacks were first reported in the newspapers, but you were more inclined to believe that the murders had happened before then and had been covered up to avoid public unrest. Because once the attacks had been published, a dreaded sense of unease befell the Capital. Somewhere, it had originated that the killer was imitating Kenny the Ripper, their style of killing and their targeted group fitting the description perfectly. As far as the newspapers reported, the attacks were sporadic and had no pattern, but now with this being the second attack in a row, it seemed there was a pattern forming.
Wavering for just a moment longer, you turned on your heel when you saw a cart coming by the scene and Military Police unload stretchers to transport the bodies. It would do no good to linger any longer than you had, at some point the crowd would have to disperse and the scene would be examined more extensively before the evidence would be cleared.
As you continued your morning walk, it was a difficult scene to shake from your mind, the harrowing sights and the wretched grief-stricken cries would not fade easily. By the time you arrived on the merchant’s street, it was a welcome relief to see the familiar merchants outside their storefronts and preparing to open their stores. Moving towards the bakery settled in between a flower shop and a tailor, you saw the ‘closed’sign displayed in the window.
“Good morning y/n.”
A small smile formed on your lips “Good morning Amira.” The florist was in the process of placing white wooden buckets filled with blooming flowers outside the storefront, a bright glint in her eyes. Having owned her shop longer than you had worked here, she had been more than welcoming the first time you had met and ever since both of you had found friendship with one another. On her breaks she would often leave the flower shop in the capable hands of her assistant and come into the bakery, indulging in a fresh pastry, and offering easy conversation.
After setting down one of the flower buckets on the window ledge, Amira moved closer until she stopped a short distance away, arms crossed over her chest a slight frown appearing on her face. “I heard there was another attack.”
The smile faltered on your lips and you nodded once. “I had to walk by this morning, that makes it two nights in a row…”
Amira hummed lowly in disapproval and she sighed. “It will be all the customers will talk about all day.”
Most if not all, would express a comment on it, especially with the other attacks still fresh in everyone’s minds. “I expect we’ll get a bigger delivery of newspapers.” Musing on the thought absentmindedly, you found your gaze trailing to the bakery front door where usually a stack of papers, secured neatly with twine, was there to greet you. But none had arrived yet this morning.
Following your line of sight, another sigh passed Amira’s lips. “They must still be writing the story if they haven’t delivered it yet. Not to worry, I’m sure the Military Police will sort it out.” And even though a small smile was painted on her lips, the both of you shared a glance containing unspoken words to avoid prying ears perceiving anything else.
“I’ll see you around lunch?”
“You will, I’ll bring over some of those flowers you love so much.”
“And I’ll have your favourite pastries waiting for you.”
With the promise of that for later, you both returned to setting up the business for the day. The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries greeted you once you stepped inside, the head baker having been here since dawn preparing for the day. Flicking the sign at the front of the shop to ‘open’ you took off your coat and hung it up before donning an apron. Exchanging morning greetings to Miro, you slowly found yourself setting into the familiar morning routine. It would be enough to momentarily deter the horrific sights of the morning from your mind till a customer, or the newspapers arrived to remind you all over again.
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It had been mid afternoon when Levi received word from a soldier that Erwin was looking for him. Dismissing the soldier, it had taken him a moment to look over the training field where Hange was currently experimenting on Eren’s Titan abilities. In the past few weeks since Historia’s coronation, Hange had amplified Eren’s training experiments, spurred on by the new information they had gathered. Mikasa watched astutely from the side-lines and Armin hovered nearby too. Levi was certain one of them would intervene, if and when, Hange got blind sighted in the search for advancing knowledge and failed to see when Eren could no longer continue.
Even so, Levi turned to face Moblit who had been standing near him, watching diligently as his section commander was invigorated by the experiment. “Moblit, tell Hange that I’m with Erwin and make sure this doesn’t go too far.”
“Yes sir.”
Levi had no doubt he would do just that and he turned on his heel to return to headquarters.
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Standing by the window in his office, Erwin turned around for a moment when Levi entered, returning to his previous position a moment later. Striding forward, Levi took a seat in the visitor’s chair and noticed how two steaming cups of tea were already waiting on the desk too. Beside the tea was a newspaper, the headline immediately capturing his attention.
‘slashed and slain: the brutal killings in the Capital’
Reaching forward, Levi gathered the paper in his hand and his eyes skimmed through the article. Majority of what was reported was full of scaremongering language, brutal, savage, lack of remorse, silent and lethal. From what he could see, there was more written on how awful an attack it was compared to what had actually happened and once he observed that, he felt inclined to believe that they, in fact, did not know what had happened.
“Commander Nile Dok visited me this morning.”
“Oh?” Lowering the newspaper, Levi watched as Erwin finally turned around, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Whatever they discussed, seemingly weighing on his mind.
“The attacks in Mitras are growing out of control. Last night an upper-class civilian was killed alongside three MP’s and it has changed the narrative.” Erwin took his seat in front of Levi and pushed forward a cup of tea in Levi’s direction, before picking up his own by the cup handle. After taking a few sips, Erwin paused with the cup mid-air. “The military police are under pressure from all sides, public unrest, their own soldiers and the government. Nile wants you to aid their investigation.” Levelling his cerulean blue eyes on his steel grey ones, Levi couldn’t help scoffing at the suggestion.
“Are the MP’s really that incompetent that they can’t catch a murderer?” It was difficult to believe they were that idiotic to let someone run rampant and unchecked. At the very least, Levi could have considered the interior police capable of doing something almost useful.
“Perhaps, or the murderer is more intelligent and is evading their efforts.”
“Its more likely that they aren’t putting any effort into this.” Levi grumbled under his breath, images of how those idiots would gamble and piss away their time drinking came to mind instantly. “Why do they want my help? They should have asked you; you could solve it in a few hours.”
A small smile curled on Erwin’s lips and he raised the cup to take another sip. Yet, with this issue remaining unresolved, Levi couldn’t bring himself to indulge in his own tea just yet.
“They are calling the killer an imitator of Kenny the Ripper.”
While his expression remained indifferent and unchanged, Levi suddenly became more aware of what exactly they were discussing. For a moment he simply froze. “Kenny is dead.”
“I know.” Erwin agreed with him. The last few moments of Kenny’s life had been a complicated addition to Levi’s relationship with him and with it only having been a few short weeks since his death, Erwin knew he had to tread carefully. Levi wasn’t one to voice his feelings, but that didn’t mean that when he discovered Kenny was in fact his uncle, only on his deathbed, he wasn’t greatly impacted. “Nile thinks you could add a valuable insight to the investigation, not to mention your reputation would be an invaluable asset.”
“If the killer is targeting civilians now too, then that is different than how Kenny operated. They’re unpredictable.”
“Even so, join a patrol around Mitras and lend your effort.”
Levi clicked his tongue at the command “Yes sir.” Folding the newspaper, the crisp pages crinkled before he tossed it back on Erwin’s desk and reached forward to grasp the cup of tea by the rim. It was thankfully still hot by the time he took the first sip.
Erwin watched his Captain closely while still maintaining a casual way of doing so. Issuing Levi an order to patrol Mitras was certainly outside of his regular duties, but sometimes it was called for. This situation could lead to civil unrest and sheer panic at being hunted inside the walls where they were supposed to be the safest. The events of the last few months with the female titan attacking the Stohess district and the whole ordeal occurring with Rod Reiss, had undoubtedly left civilians spooked. The only stability and reassurance had been Historia’s coronation. Even so, it wouldn’t take much for the situation to spiral out of all their control.
“I have an audience with Queen Historia tomorrow morning and will be travelling to Mitras in a few short hours. Come with me then and go on patrol this evening in case they attack for a third night in a row.”
Levi’s jaw seemed to tense at how quickly the entire situation had developed, he had only been monitoring Eren’s training a few moments ago and now he was involved in some sort of a crime investigation. With far too many smart comments on the tip of his tongue, Levi decided to busy his mouth with indulging in the tea instead.
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Having made for Mitras on horseback, two additional soldiers had joined them. Levi hadn’t thought much of it, sometimes they had travelled with just the two of them and other times they had a slightly larger company. Yet, they stayed a small distance behind the for the entirety of the journey. It was close to nightfall by the time they finally arrived in the Capital, forgoing their horses outside the wall by an area that had been set up to accommodate travellers. Levi found himself producing an apple from his saddlebag and offering it to his horse, both as a reward and an apology for having to leave now.
One of the additional soldiers took the small bag he had brought for the overnight stay and Erwin confirmed that they would stay in the usual inn they had frequented on visits to the Capital. With the logistics sorted, Levi offered Erwin a curt nod before making his way to where the MP’s were meeting to discuss tonight’s patrol. After embarking beyond the walls for so long, accompanied by his gear and blades, it was different to be only carrying two knives on him that night. But, having learned to fight with knives first, it meant he was no less covered.
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For the whole day, the modestly sized bakery had been bustling with customers. You had been kept on your feet baking fresh pastries with Miro for most of the day. The window in the kitchen had been thrown open halfway through, the mixture of the heat from baking and the start of the summer weather making the space grow stuffy quickly. As you had earlier predicted, once the newspapers had arrived, the stack had been larger than usual. After setting the newspapers on a stand beside the till, you had tucked the delivery docket safely in the record book stored in the owner’s office and found yourself baking pastries for the entire day.
While Miro consistently baked in the kitchen, storefront and bakery work was rotated between yourself and the third employee, Dan. Which meant while you could peacefully bake away to your hearts content, Dan was subjected to each customer comment on the tragic murders. Halfway through the day he had popped his head through the kitchen, imploring you to switch with him, but you’d only smiled to yourself and said you’d bake him something nice for getting through it. Once a freshly baked apple turnover was placed in front of him, he seemed both content and revived to continue. It was only fair, after all you had been subjected to his position yesterday.
By the end of the busy day, it was only yourself and Dan left to close. Miro had long gone home, his shift having started and ended before both of yours.
“Long day huh?”
“Not as long as others.” You half agreed, while Dan swept the floor and you wiped down the counter, brushing the crumbs into the palm of your hand.
“Want me to walk you home?”
“No, its fine. Amira usually goes in the same direction as me, so we’ll walk together.”
Sweeping the last of the dust off the floor, Dan set the broom back resting against the wall. He lingered for a moment and you glanced in his direction, eyebrow arching wondering what he was thinking. “Something on your mind?”
“This killer situation seems to be growing out of control… there’s talks of them implementing a curfew.”
Tossing the crumbs in the palm of your hand into the bin, you made to take off the apron and hang it back in its usual spot. “Seems likely, it wouldn’t be a bad decision to make.”
Clearing his throat, he stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed and etched in a worry you’d seen quite frequently on others that day. “I think we should talk about walking home together in the evenings, its not as safe anymore, especially now if civilians are being killed too.”
You found yourself unable to disagree with his point, it would be safer to walk home together. “Alright, I’ll discuss it with Amira and I’m sure she’ll be grateful for it too.”
The worry eased off his face and a lighter smile wound its way through. “I’ll see you tomorrow then and the three of us can figure it out.”
“See you.” You offered him a small wave as he gathered his coat and left the bakery with one last look in your direction. With most of the work done, you found yourself blowing out the last of the candles lighting the shop and gathering your own coat before stepping outside into the cool summer night. Locking the door behind you, you pushed the key into your pocket just in time for Amira to join your side.
Looping her arm through yours, the two of you set off down the quiet and all but empty merchants street. “I saw Dan before he left, he seems quite concerned over this killer thing doesn’t he?” Voice hushed and spoken low; Amira leaned in towards you to share her thoughts.
“I suppose he is a bit spooked, but aren’t many people? We’re told that the safest place for us is in the walls and now this happens.”
“But its not as if crime doesn’t happen normally, they just get to it before the newspapers can notice.” You didn’t think it was possible for your friend to speak any lower, but somehow she managed it. It still didn’t stop you from feeling uncomfortable for her to voice such thoughts. The most notable place for crime was the underground, you knew of it by reputation alone and never once wanted to set foot down there. You wouldn’t survive it. You hardly understood how any children raised there could, but deep down you knew they were forced to survive it by whatever means necessary. Still, some criminal activity did occur above the surface, only the area was so well policed, and criminals were quickly detained.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to discuss this out in the open any further. The killer has to be in the walls, and we don’t want to be considered as suspicious.” Your voice came out almost as a breathless whisper and you glanced around just to be certain that there was no one else nearby, luckily there wasn’t. But it didn’t mean there wasn’t an open window somewhere or someone willing to give information to the military police.
Amira pipped down after that, instead changing the conversation to something more light-hearted, about her new stock of flowers coming in in the next few days. It was enough to tie you both over until you reached where you’d part ways. With nothing but a light-hearted promise to see each other tomorrow and to enjoy the rest of the night, you went in a different direction, pushing your hands into the pockets of your coat. It would be good that tomorrow the three of you would have organised a safer system, but for tonight, walking by yourself would have to do. Your fingers brushed lightly against the switch blade hidden inside, a necessary precaution, one you took on a regular day, but even more so since hearing about the murders.
You mused on how strange the killings were on your walk home, how it was hardly clear what the point was. A political message? A personal agenda? Thoughts ran endlessly in your mind as you tried to make sense of it, but each possibility was soon replaced with another that was just as likely as the last. You wondered about the details that were being kept from the public eye, certainly there was some, there had to be.
Wrapped up in your thoughts and brushing your hand absentmindedly against the switch blade, you almost didn’t notice when you stepped in a puddle. It took you a moment, you even walked by, before you froze. It was the start of summer; it had not rained that day. Your eyes widened while you stayed glued to the spot and slowly, you pivoted back, the lanterns illuminating the street just about cast a light on a crimson pool a few metres behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat and full of trepidation, you took a step forward. Where the shadows of the night fell, it concealed the poor soul, a middle-aged woman laid slumped against the wall, deathly still and unmoving.
Your hand instantly went to clasp your mouth in shock, she was an ordinary civilian, completely unarmed and unthreatening from the looks of it. Shit – before you could even think of what the fuck you were to do now, report this? Was there even someone nearby? What if you look suspicious? The woman suddenly twitched and her eyes blinked open and closed before opening again.
Audibly cursing you took a step back as the woman’s eyes pleading and fearful turned on yours. She parted her lips to speak, but a dreadful gurgle passed her lips instead, her hand went to clutch the wound on her stomach, as blood trickled down from her lips the killer strikes victims by their throat. You thought and only for one more second did you remain standing stupidly before you swiftly knelt beside her. Not wasting another second, you moved your hand to securely press against her wound, in the hopes of adding pressure and avoiding her bleeding out on your watch. “Don’t try and speak.” Your voice came out shaky and hurried. As much as you wanted to ask her multiple questions, the dreadful coughing fit that overcame her gave you an indication that it would be useless either way.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why this happened to you.” The words came from your panic and shock at the situation, how quickly a walk how had escalated to you kneeling beside a woman on the verge of death. You hurriedly glanced around you hoping to see someone else that could call for help, afraid if you left even for a moment that it would cause more harm than good. The woman clutched your arm weakly, her eyes swimming with unshed tears and she tried to part her lips again, but it was utterly futile as it only led to her coughing out more blood. Despite the predicament, it didn’t stop her from taking your hand and guiding it towards the pendant around her neck.
She desperately urged you to clutch it and when you broke eye contact for a moment, looking down at the pendant, that was all the time it took for when you glanced back at her again to see her eyes stilled and utterly unmoving. You bit down on your lip staring helplessly at her lifeless eyes boring into yours and for a moment you closed your eyes tightly, taking a few deep breaths to calm down your heart. When you finally gathered yourself to open them again, you purposely avoiding looking at her eyes and slowly removed your bloodstained hand from her wound.
Tentatively and utterly respectful, you unclasped the pendant from around her neck and paused for only a moment before slipping it safely into your pocket. It had been important to her, somehow, and you would figure out why exactly when you figured out what the fuck to do next —
The edge of a cool metal blade was pressed against your neck, the edge so sharp, a warning for how easily it could break your skin. “Don’t make another move.” The low voice spoke the words tinged with as much warning as the blade accompanying his actions. Frozen to the spot for the second time that night, you found your gaze pinned on the wall above the woman who had just died before you. Suddenly aware of how badthis situation looked; you found your heart begin to race again. If only you had moved quicker you could have gotten on top of this story before it had gotten on top of you.
“It’s not what it looks like.” You managed to grit out, the words a seemingly safe bet, you weren’t sure who the person could be, an MP? Or the killer come back?
“Oh?” Their tone was mildly amused, most likely by your choice of words. “And what else does someone crouched over a dead body covered in blood look like?”
“Someone who tried to help.” For the first time that night, your voice came out with more bite to them, perhaps it was how quickly the entire situation had escalated which leant the tone to come out harsher than your usual demeanour. But there was no way you would stand to be accused of this atrocity.
The figure standing behind you continued to hold the blade against your throat, but they stayed silent. The sound of approaching footsteps filled the area, followed closely by hearty laughing. If you were to guess, you would wager with the way they were laughing, they had indulged in a drink or two. A hand harshly gripped the back of your coat and hauled you up onto your feet, the knife disappearing from against your throat. Everything moved quite quickly, the cloaked figure grabbed your arm securely and with his smooth hurried strides, you were brought down an alley, before you knew what was happening. Beside some lined barrels, hidden in the shadows, the figure paused, before pushing the knife into your hand.
“Stay down, stay quiet and don’t move till I’m back.” His voice was filled with an oddly calm urgency and you found yourself nodding, hardly even realising what you were agreeing to till he had turned on his heel and all you saw was the dim lanterns cast light against the wings of freedom on his cape.
You clutched the knife close to your chest and leaned your head against the wall, hardly even daring to breathe loudly. You could hear the voices in the distance.
“Shit…another one… third night in a row…”
“Fuck what are we going to do…”
“If you idiots hadn’t pissed yourselves getting drunk this evening then this wouldn’t have happened.” The voice of the caped man filtered into your attention, sounding audibly pissed off.
“Its your fault as much as ours.” One of them growled back, but the accusation was followed by a string of drunken hiccups, completely taking any validation away from his point.
The caped man scoffed at the words, his voice coming out dangerously low. “This isn’t my fucking job… You look less shitfaced, go find the nearest patrol unit to here and report what has happened.”
Whoever he had given a command to return a slurred ‘yessir’ before his footfall faded into the distance.
Time faded away from your grasp, you were vaguely aware of others arriving too and the distinct voice of the caped man taking charge of the situation. From what you gathered, the woman must have been covered and taken away, the sound of sloshing water made you think they were attempting to clean the blood off the cobbled streets. Your heart ached as you thought that at least it hadn’t been long enough for it to dry yet. But you could feel the caked blood on your hands start to dry… You remained where you had been told to stay, clutching the knife so tight in your hand that it strained your skin. You weren’t sure exactly what made you obey the man’s command, maybe it was how his voice had been filled with finality and such authority that no thought made you think that you shouldn’t. Besides, it was clear from what you had overheard that he was clearly the one thinking rationally here and that the MPs hadn’t responded correctly.
Eventually, you became aware of approaching footfall and having gripped the knife so tightly and anxiously for so long as soon as the figure came into view you found yourself automatically moving. Your strike was instantly parried, your wrist captured in his hold and having stepped out of the line of sight of the barrels, you found a little bit more of the lantern light filtered through. From under his cape hood, you were greeted with indifferent grey eyes, not a flicker of surprise at your actions. Instead, the figure continued to grasp your wrist and you only faltered for a moment to realise you’d attacked someone who in a way, had helped you.
“You’re coming with me.”
“Where to?” The fact that you’d been told to hide gave you the impression that he’d dropped all suspicion of you unless you had misread the situation.
“Let’s go.” Dropping his hold of your wrist, he turned on his heel and began to lead the way without a further explanation. A small huff of annoyance at being brushed off passed your lips and you only wavered for a moment before following him.
Pushing the blade up under the sleeve of your coat, you let the cool metal rest against your skin, and you pushed your blood covered hands into your pocket as you trailed after him. You passed by the sight of the crime, all but void of what had transpired, only a dark water stain appeared on the ground, the blood seemingly having been cleaned. The caped figure before you didn’t even spare it another sight though and you didn’t linger any longer.
You wondered what his name was, but now didn’t strike you as the best time for introductions. Instead, you stayed quiet, observing the direction that he was leading you. You could make a break for it if needed, he’d left you to walk behind him, as a sign of trust? Certainly, he didn’t seem like a man who would do something without good intentions. Your mind wandered to various possibilities for the situation as the two of you walked in silence.
Only when you saw a familiar sign for an inn, did your find yourself slightly confused as to why you were brought here. The caped figure pushed open the door and stepped inside, the warm glow of the inn flooded out into the dimly lit night and he held the door open for you just long enough for you to hold it for yourself before he continued onwards. It was most likely ungodly hour by now and the inn was not packed. There were only two workers behind the counter busying themselves with a game of cards, briefly they glanced in both of your direction before returning to the game. However, the jovial sound of drinkers wound through the silence of the inn, the adjoined tavern sounding packed with customers.
You followed the stranger down the winding halls, until he stopped at a door and glanced in your direction once as if to finally check you had followed him all along. Turning the handle door, he stepped inside and left the door open for you to follow. When you got closer you heard there was another man inside too and for a second you completely faltered wondering whether this was the best decision. Neither of you had introduced yourselves, you had been caught in the moment and blindly trusted him, when all he had given you to go off, was an accusation, an avoidance of handing you over to the military police and telling you to go with him, with no other explanation. The bottom line was, he was a stranger.
With both of your bloodied hands in your pockets, you once more found your hand brushing against your switch blade, but realised his knife still laid under your sleeve. If he had any malignant intentions, surely he would’ve disarmed you with it entirely and not left it in your care. Inching closer towards the door, you heard how both men talked in hushed voices and when you finally stood in the doorway, you earned both of their gazes.
Cerulean blue and grey eyes glanced at you, taking you in the full light and you were almost painfully aware of how unkempt you must look after everything. “I followed you here.” The words fell slow from your lips, hoping he would take it as an invitation to explain what you were doing here.
“Close the door.” Surprisingly, it was the blonde man who spoke, and you had the door shut behind you with a soft click.
The figure that had led you here lowered his hood finally and you had to stop yourself from outrighted staring at him, instead you tried to cast casual side glances in his direction, but when his indifferent gaze met yours, you quickly looked away.
The room that you were in seemed like a seating area, adjoined to no doubt a bedroom. While compact, it was fully functional with a couch and two chairs opposite, separated by a low coffee table that currently had a bowl of fresh fruit and a jug of water, accompanied by some glasses. Some mundane paintings hung on the wall, an attempt at sprucing up the area, but it was an inn first and foremost, functional, and not decorative. The candlelight cast flickering shadows against the wall.
“Wash your hands before you take a seat.” With only a jerk of his head, the steely eyed man indicated which door led to the bathroom and he turned away from you, seemingly ending the conversation there.
All too glad at an opportunity to wash the dead woman’s blood off your hands, you made your way inside. With so much having happened in the evening and little to no answers, you soon enough found yourself leaving the bathroom with freshly clean hands, coming back to both men once more engaged in hushed whispers. Only this time, the man that brought you here looked visibly more annoyed.
Taking a seat on the couch, it wasn’t long before both men sat before you.
“I’m Erwin Smith, Commander of the Survey Corps and this is Captain Levi.”
You found yourself almost sitting up straighter at being in front of such high-ranking soldiers. You knew the names instantly but having never seen them in person you had not put their faces to the names until their introduction. Glancing over in Levi’s direction, his gaze was purposely elsewhere, seemingly disinterested in being introduced in such a way. Nevertheless, Erwin’s compelling gaze remained on you and you offered “I’m y/n.”
“I understand you were at tonight’s scene of the crime.”
Your throat became quite dry suddenly, was this an interrogation? “I was.” You confirmed.
“How did that happen?”
Your hands clutched in front of you, almost uncertain as to why you were nervous when you had nothing but the truth to explain. “I was on my way home from work when I stumbled upon – upon her.”
Levi’s gaze flickered back to you for only a second before it found interest elsewhere.
“Where do you work?”
“A bakery on the main merchant’s street.”
“I see.” Erwin mused on your words for a few moments, silence falling in between you all. Having found something of interest in what you said, he looked to Levi and the Captain only levelled a stare in return. The look did little to deter the Commander though and he returned to look at you again. “Captain Levi has been assigned to assist the investigation. It appears the criminal is well versed in the area and we believe they are someone living in Mitras.”
This surprised you slightly to hear, but what surprised you more was what Erwin followed with next. “It is likely you know the individual and it is a possibility that they have a connection to Levi. Your connections with the local people would be invaluable to this investigation.”
“What are you saying?”
“We want you to help the investigation.”
“How would I be of help?” You were untrained, surely working in a bakery wasn’t the exact skillset they needed for this.
“Neither of us reside in Mitras and while Levi is assisting with this, he has commitments to other duties. We need someone on the inside, to alert us to information that might otherwise not be passed to us.”
Glancing between them, you couldn’t believe this was the proposition they had no doubt been whispering about moments before. “You want me to act as a personal spy?”
“Correct. It is likely you will hear information from sources that may not be willing to tell either of us. It would be an invaluable addition.”
Sitting back against the couch, you tried to take in what they were asking of you. With Amira’s connections, it was highly likely you would hear something that wouldn’t be reported in a newspaper or to either of them, information that might otherwise surpass their awareness. It didn’t take much convincing for you to know what was right to do, one thought back at the innocent woman who had died before you tonight were all it took. She had died alone, with only you, remorseful and alarmed at the scene by her side, someone had chosen to take her life for no valid reason. You couldn’t save her, but if there was a chance that you could hear an important piece of information, then it was worth it for you to do this. It was worth it to work with them.
“Alright, deal.”
A small smile broke out on Erwin’s lips, not an ounce of surprise on his features, in his eyes you only saw confirmation that he knew you would make this choice.
Authors note: ... hi, I am very nervous to share this for some reason. I think it’s because it lived in my head for so long and I wouldn’t allow myself near it until I could commit the time. It’s daunting to share something close to your heart with others ahahaha. This plot will be wrapped up in 10 chapters max
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concept 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 “friends” who are a little too close.
warnings 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 nsfw, unestablished relationships, pining, drug use (weed) & jealousy.
character 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 eren yeager.
♡ Neither of you are sure how exactly it got to the point where it is now, but there was no denying that there was an undeniable attraction between you two — and it only bubbled over the surface with time.
♡ The turning point in the friendship was one night during a usual hang out with the friend group. All of you sat in Jean's living room in a circle while a bong was passed around— you didn't know if it was the weed, the intense red LED lights, or the 90's R&B playlist in the background but Eren looked really good that night. His hair was down and tucked behind his ear, emerald eyes bloodshot and lidded and he kept flashing his pearly white smile.
♡ Let’s not forget to mention how attractive Eren looked taking hits from the glass bong. The flame from the lighter illuminating his features while he lit the bowl. His head drawn back and eyes closed while his lungs expelled the large puff of white smoke. God— was he always so fucking pretty?
♡ Eren wasn’t dumb, he felt your eyes lingering on him throughout the night. He didn't mind at all, he's been eyeing you for weeks now. You were always that lingering thought in the back of his mind in the late hours of the night when he was alone.
♡ Later that same night he took you back to his apartment and had your legs hiked nearly above your head while he lapped at your cunt like it was the only the only thing he’s eaten in days. Not too long after he made you cum he had you gagging on his cock while your nails dug into the skin of his thick thighs leaving red marks for the following day. Yeah, you two must be best friends, right?
♡ After that night you both kept your situation under wraps, for the most part. As the weeks passed it became increasingly more obvious that there was something going on and your friends became more and more suspicious. rightfully so.
♡ Eren pulling you in his lap while you giggle and whisper in his ear was a little odd, but then you two shamelessly making out after a few drinks was very alarming.
♡ You both preach "We're not dating," and yet you both do things that friends don't do.
♡ You and Eren sneaking off in the middle of a hang out to fuck wasn't something that friends do. The infamous excuse of “We’re going to go the store, do you guys want anything?” was always an indicator that you guys wouldn’t be back for at least an hour, if not more. You always came back with marks around your neck that weren’t there before.
♡ Eren fucking his cum into your tight pussy while he watched you mindlessly babble about how much you "loved" him wasn't a normal thing that friends do either. Nor was him saying that he “loved” you back.
♡ Eren staying over at your house the following day after a hook up wasn't even a thing that friends with benefits do.
♡ The casual intimacy shared between you two looked more like something of a couple in the infatuation stage of a relationship.
♡ Eren leaving lingering touches on the small of your back. Lazily locking pinkies with one another while you both trailed behind the friend group. Frequent and pointless eye contact that end up in you looking away because you're flustered and him trying to hide a smirk by looking down.
♡ One of the biggest flaws out of everything would be the jealousy. One could say how the emotion isn't valid in this particular situation— and they would be partially correct. Jealous shouldn’t be a valid emotion for two people who claim so often that they’re not romantically involved with one another.
♡ You insist that there's nothing more and how everyone should take what they see at face value but, that's just not true is it? "We're not dating," but the passive aggressiveness in front of friends turned into screaming matches in private when one of you sleeps with someone else says otherwise.
♡ “We’re just friends” but you’re always seen wearing Eren’s clothes— is the necklace he gave you with his initials not obvious enough?
♡ If its "We're just friends," then why do the both of you desperately wish that someone would take the initiative to start the conversation about being something more? Why?
hi m'am, and in response to that praise ask, i'll politely offer this link for your consideration https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUi2GyUincA&t=5s amen bless this man whoever he is
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oh my god wait are these translations accurate too. uhhhhh i will be playing it on a loop <33
why is the idea of like... levi faking sympathy for me while he wipes my tears but continues to work my oversensitive slit so hot to me.
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