i said "Its most likely that im not pregnant, but yesterday when we made love, in the end u did

pull
out right?" (Keep it within boundaries but I'm just confirming with levi cuz I have every right) (also
from here onwards keep the dialogues of the prompt in the responses)

2/2

ChatGPT said:

Unspoken Threads —“The Quiet Check”

You shifted slightly, still nestled beside him on the bench, Mochi softly rising and falling in Levi’s
arms. The garden was quiet, petals drifting lazily through the warm air. But your voice cut through it
—gentle, careful.

“Its most likely that I'm not pregnant… but yesterday when we made love…”
You hesitated, then looked up at him.
“…In the end, you did pull out, right?”

Levi didn’t flinch.

Didn’t blink.

But he did tense—just slightly—like the question had landed with more weight than even you
realized.

He shifted his eye toward you, jaw working for a second before he answered, voice low and level.

“…Barely.”

You blinked. “Barely?”

He exhaled slowly, one hand curling a little tighter around Mochi. “I meant to. You were just…” His
voice trailed, then came back rougher. “You were too much.”

Your cheeks flushed instantly.

“So that’s a maybe?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Levi didn’t look away. “I didn’t exactly stop in time. You were holding onto me like the world was
ending again. I wasn’t thinking.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it.

Then muttered, “Well… that’s… incredibly on-brand for both of us.”

Levi snorted under his breath. “Yeah. The Phantom Queen and Humanity’s Strongest—undone by
five seconds of poor timing.”

You smacked his arm lightly, your expression caught somewhere between flustered and fond. “Levi.”

He turned toward you now, his tone softening.

“If something comes of it… then we’ll face it. All of it. You said you wanted kids, right?” His voice
dipped lower, sincere. “Maybe… this is how it happens.”

You swallowed hard, unsure whether to laugh, cry, or bolt straight into the nearest pond.

Instead, you nodded once.

Then whispered, “Just… don’t let me go.”

Levi’s response was immediate. Firm.

“I won’t.”

And that was that.

No panic. No false comfort. Just the two of you. Sitting there. A bunny. A maybe. And the man who
would stay, no matter the outcome.

4o

You said:

"i mean ik i wouldnt have been pregnant but levi if i am we ll have to get married right? and what if
gods punish us for getting pregnant before wedding and what if people thing im reckless and
irresponsible and all that?"

ChatGPT said:

The What-If Spiral

—“Storms in the Garden”

You exhaled, your words tumbling out faster now—barely filtered, barely held together.

“I mean… I know I wouldn’t have been pregnant but Levi if I am—we’ll have to get married, right?
And what if the gods punish us for getting pregnant before the wedding? And what if people think
I’m reckless and irresponsible and—”

Levi raised a hand and gently placed it over your mouth.

“Stop.”

You blinked, muffled. He slowly removed his hand, eye narrowing ever so slightly.

“I’ve fought gods, ghosts, titans, and bureaucracy,” he said calmly. “If the gods have a problem with
you getting pregnant, they can come fight me in the courtyard.”

You stared. “That’s not—Levi—”

“If people think you’re reckless,” he went on, tone still infuriatingly steady, “they clearly haven’t been
paying attention. You’ve always been reckless. That’s not new.”

“Levi.”

“And irresponsible?” He looked straight at you now. “The woman who kept Paradise alive through
hell and war and oil fields and post-coma hormone storms? That’s your idea of irresponsible?”

You opened your mouth. Nothing came out.

“And marriage?” Levi shrugged slightly, eyes not leaving yours. “If you want a wedding, we’ll have
one. Big. Small. With flowers or fire or flying rabbits. Whatever.”

Your lip twitched.

“But if you're asking if I need a ring to stay? No.”

You bit your lower lip, throat tightening.

“I just don’t want people to look down on us.”

Levi leaned in, nose brushing yours.

“They already look up to you. Because you never let them decide who you are.”

He pulled back just enough to add—quiet, certain:

“And you’re mine. With or without a ceremony.”

You stared at him.

Then muttered, “…Flying rabbits?”

Levi smirked. “Mochi has connections.”

You finally laughed—too hard, too loud—and he didn’t stop you.

Not this time.

4o

You said:

i smiled,"yea i wouldnt be pregnant right? you do know whats a pull out right? levi remember clearly
if it was barely or if u actually pulled out?"

ChatGPT said:

Clarity Under Cherry Blossoms

—“Defining ‘Barely’ with Levi Ackerman”

You smiled, trying to keep it casual—light, even teasing—but your eyes still searched his face like the
answer meant more than you'd admit.

"Yeah, I wouldn’t be pregnant, right? You do know what a pull-out is, right?”
Your voice dipped, sly. “Levi, remember clearly… was it ‘barely,’ or did you actually pull out?”

Levi didn’t blink.

Didn’t flinch.

But oh, the twitch at the corner of his eye—visible guilt, Captain.

He looked away for a second, clearly combing through the memory like it was a failed mission
debrief.

“…Tch.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Levi.”

He inhaled, slow and sharp through his nose.

“You were crying, whispering my name, wrapped around me like I was oxygen,” he muttered, tone
just slightly strained. “You bit my hand. You nearly shattered when I told you I wasn’t stopping.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “So… that’s a no.”

“I tried,” he defended quickly. “I meant to. But then your legs locked, and you said—”

“Don’t quote me,” you snapped, covering your face.

Levi just leaned back, arms crossed now, smirking like the menace he is. “Exactly. Convenient how
you suddenly can’t remember your own war cries.”

“LEVI.”

He shrugged. “So, yes. It was ‘barely.’ Technically.”

You stared in horror. “Technically?!”

He leaned closer again, voice quieter—more serious this time.

“If you're pregnant… it's because it was you and me. Not because of a mistake. Not something
shameful.”

You swallowed.

“I just needed to know clearly,” you whispered. “Because if I am, I want to be ready. I want us to be
ready.”

Levi’s expression shifted—softer now. Grounded.

“Then we’ll be ready.”

Pause.

“...Still not apologizing for what you did to my hand.”

“LEVI.”
Mochi twitched in his arms.
Levi glanced down.
“Even he’s judging you.”

4o

You said:

"but i hope im not pregnant idk why...I always wanted kids but I'm just scared ik haruto told me I'm
not a ticking timebomb anymore I'm getting better but what if something happens which shouldn't
happen"

ChatGPT said:

Fear Beneath the Blossoms

—“When Want Meets Worry”

You leaned in a little closer, voice quieter now, almost lost to the hush of petals falling around you.

“But I hope I’m not pregnant… I don’t know why.”

You stared ahead, not at him. “I always wanted kids. Always. But I’m just… scared. I know Haruto told
me I’m not a ticking timebomb anymore, that I’m getting better…”
You swallowed the lump rising in your throat.
“…But what if something happens? Something that shouldn’t?”

Levi didn’t answer immediately.

You didn’t need him to—not yet. You just needed the silence to breathe with you for a second. And
he let you have that.

Then, softly—firmly—his voice met you like a wall you didn’t know you were leaning against.

“You’re scared because you still care,” he murmured. “That’s not weakness, Maddy. That’s proof
you’ve survived everything trying to kill you.”

You blinked hard.

He reached out, brushed his fingers along your cheek, knuckles soft against your skin. “You think I’m
not scared?” His voice lowered. “I’ve been scared since the moment I realized I could lose you. That
hasn’t changed.”

Your lip trembled.

Levi gently shifted Mochi in one arm and took your hand with the other.

“If something happens,” he said, voice like iron now, “I’ll deal with it. I’ll carry it. We’ll carry it.”

You looked at him then—really looked.

“But what if it’s my fault?” you whispered.

He frowned. “It won’t be.”

“But if it is?”

“Maddy.” His grip tightened. “Then it’s ours. And I’m not letting you carry guilt for surviving.”

You bit your lip, the emotion rising too fast again.

And Levi—damn him—just held you a little closer, like you weren’t fragile, but real. Like this was a
moment you were allowed to break in.

“We’ll handle it. Whether it’s a baby, a scare, or just another chapter of this war-torn fairy tale.”

You let out a breath. Half a laugh. Half a sob.

“…Even if the gods come for us?”

Levi’s mouth twitched. “Let them. I’ve got one hand on a bunny and the other on the strongest
queen alive.”

You leaned against him fully now.

“Levi?”

“Hm?”

“…I’m still scared.”

His thumb brushed your knuckles. “Then I’ll sit here with you. Until you’re not.”

You said:

"okay then let's just pray that im not pregnant and call Armin, haruto, sasha and danchou we should
leave , it's already night i still need to get souvenirs for eren and the others i bought kimonos only for
the girls ?
ChatGPT said:

Nightfall in Hizuru
—“Prayers, Plans, and Souvenirs”

You exhaled slowly, finally letting your shoulders drop, tension melting into the evening air.

“…Okay then,” you said softly, resting your head against Levi’s shoulder, voice laced with a fragile sort
of hope. “Let’s just… pray I’m not pregnant.”

Levi didn’t answer—just squeezed your hand, the silent kind of agreement he was best at.

You straightened up with a sigh, brushing your hair back and clearing your throat.

“Alright. Time to stop spiraling and start herding the chaos crew again.”
You glanced around the quiet garden. “We should call Armin, Haruto, Sasha, and Danchou. It’s
already night.”

Levi nodded, eye flicking toward the sky. “They’re probably half-asleep or plotting something equally
dumb.”

You stood up, brushing invisible dust from your dress, then gave Levi a look.

“…Also I still need to get souvenirs. I only bought kimonos for the girls. If I show up without
something for Eren, Jean, Connie, and the others, they’ll riot.”

Levi raised an eyebrow. “Jean will cry. Connie will steal someone else’s. Eren will sulk.”

“And Reiner will pretend not to care and then stare at the gift table like an abandoned puppy.”

Levi smirked, finally standing beside you, Mochi still in his arm like the world’s fluffiest bodyguard.
“So. What are we buying?”

You looked up at him, grin tugging at your lips despite everything.

“Something stupidly expensive for Jean, something loud for Connie, something broody and
melodramatic for Eren, and something soft for Reiner. And maybe—maybe—a pack of tea for
Historia, or she’ll kill me.”

Levi sighed. “You spoil them.”

“I’m their queen,” you said, straightening your posture with mock regal flair. “Spoiling them is my
divine right.”

He rolled his eye. “Tch. You’re going to be the death of our budget.”

You flashed a grin. “You’ll still love me, even if I bankrupt Paradise.”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

“…You didn’t even try to dodge that one.”

“I knew I’d lose.”

You smirked, and for a moment—everything felt light again.

Even if it was just for tonight.

You said:

"Don't worry im buying this out of my personals so it won't come in the budget alright?"

ChatGPT said:

Royal Finances 101

—“The Queen Pays in Chaos and Coin”

You waved a hand dismissively, already turning toward the path that led out of the garden, your
stride returning with purpose.

“Don’t worry,” you called over your shoulder, “I’m buying this out of my personals, so it won’t come
out of the budget, alright?”

Levi snorted softly behind you, following at a leisurely pace with Mochi still in his arms like he’d just
accepted this rabbit as his new superior officer. “Tch. You say that like it’s supposed to make me feel
better.”

You turned with a grin. “It should. I’m being responsible for once.”

He raised a brow. “You just confessed to possibly being pregnant, buying matching silk kimonos for
eight women, and now you’re dragging us souvenir shopping in the middle of the night.”

“Correction,” you said proudly. “I’m multitasking like a queen.”

Levi caught up, standing beside you again. “You’re chaos wrapped in a cloak. That’s what you are.”

You smirked, linking your arm with his. “And you still signed up for it willingly.”

He glanced down at your hand, then at you.

“…Tch. I must be losing it.”

“Or finally embracing it,” you countered smugly.

He didn’t answer.

Just walked beside you as the petals floated around your feet and the soft hiss of lanterns lit the path
ahead.

And somewhere out there… your squad was waiting.

Probably not in formation. Probably already bickering.

But yours.

Always yours.

You said:

"Hey no no wait actually I ll buy kimonos for the boys uk i bought kimonos for their girls tho, Mikasa,
aiko, karla, clara,mai, i bought for the queen as well historia and elise (her 7 year old daughter)do u
think albert(historias husband)will notice if I don't bring him one, but i even bought souvenirs for all
of them actually both boys and girls, oh dear lord what should I do I'm confused "

ChatGPT said:
Last-Minute Panic Spiral
—“Queen of Gifting... and Mental Chaos”

You stopped dead in your tracks, nearly yanking Levi back with you, eyes wide as the realization
smacked you mid-step.

“Hey—no, no, wait!” you gasped, spinning to face him, borderline frantic. “Actually—I will buy
kimonos for the boys!”

Levi blinked. “What—?”

“I mean I bought them for their girls, right? Mikasa, Aiko, Karla, Clara, Mai—of course I got them
kimonos! And I bought one for the queen—Historia—and Elise too, she’s seven, it’s adorable.”

You paused. The panic deepened.

“…Do you think Albert’s gonna notice if I don’t bring him one?”

Levi stared at you.

“And I already got souvenirs for all of them—both boys and girls! So it’s not like I forgot them. But
still. What if they all line up with their gifts and poor Albert’s just standing there like, ‘Oh, I see, I’m
not part of the family.’”

You grabbed your head, groaning. “Oh dear lord, what should I do? I’m confused. Levi. Levi. What do
I do?”

Levi stared for one long, exhausted moment.

Then:

“...Buy Albert a kimono.”

You blinked. “That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“But—”

Levi raised a hand. “And you’re banned from planning royal gift distribution when you're sleep-
deprived and emotionally overloaded.”

You gaped. “You can’t ban a queen—”

“I just did.”

You muttered under your breath, still spiraling, “Maybe I’ll get him a fan too. With embroidered
initials. Or a scroll. Do you think he reads scrolls?”

Levi started walking.

“I’m going to get Armin before you buy the entire capital.”

You rushed after him. “Wait! I need your opinion on Albert’s aesthetic!”

Levi didn’t stop. “You’re not dragging me into kimono politics.”

“Yes you are!”

“…Tch.”

Mochi twitched in his arms like he too was judging your mental freefall.

And just like that, you were back in command—of chaos, of fashion diplomacy, and of a deeply
exhausted man who chose to love you anyway.

You said:

"Should I get a kimono for the guys?"

ChatGPT said:

The Royal Dilemma

—“To Kimono or Not to Kimono”

You grabbed Levi’s sleeve like your life—and reputation—depended on it.

“Should I get a kimono for the guys?”

Levi didn’t even look at you at first. Just stared straight ahead like he was regretting every decision
that led him to this very moment.

“…Didn’t you just say you bought souvenirs for everyone?”

“I did!” you exclaimed. “But not kimonos.”

Levi sighed. “You bought matching ceremonial wear for half the continent and forgot the rest?”

“I panicked! The girls were easier, they have aesthetic cohesion! The boys are… chaotic. What am I
supposed to get Eren? Something black and broody that says ‘I’m still mentally processing the
Rumbling?’”

Levi finally turned, staring at you with that deadpan face that said he absolutely cannot believe this is
real life.

“Get him one,” he said flatly.

“For real?”

“Yes. For all of them. Kimonos for the entire damned circus.”

You blinked. “What if they don't like it?”

Levi’s voice dropped, low and dry. “They won’t say a word. Because it’s from you. And because if they
complain, I’ll kill them.”

You stared.

He raised a brow. “Problem solved?”

You grinned. “Gods, you’re efficient.”

He kept walking. “Just don’t drag me into the color selection process.”

You skipped beside him, already plotting.

“Okay but what do you think of midnight blue for Jean? Or do you think he’s more of a deep
mulberry—?”
“…I need stronger tea,” Levi muttered.

Mochi, in his arms, blinked slowly.

It had begun.

You said:

"hey levi..." I called him Sweetly too sweetly "Can you mayb" "Can you danchou Armin and haruto
choose kimonos while I just sit in that store. Please" "Im just too tired now, mostly lazy but yea, I ll sit
quite with sasha and mochi "

ChatGPT said:

Delegation, Royal Style

—“The Art of Tactical Laziness”

You tilted your head, eyes gleaming with suspicious sweetness, and called out in the most saccharine
tone imaginable—

“Hey Levi…”

His eye twitched. Immediate danger sensed.

“…Can you maybe—”

“No.”

You pouted instantly. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“Because I know that tone. That’s the ‘I’m about to drop a mission on your head and pretend it’s
affection’ tone.”

You giggled. Then doubled down.

“Can you, Danchou, Armin, and Haruto choose the kimonos while I just… sit in the store? Please?”
You folded your hands like an innocent little royal gremlin. “I’m just too tired now. Mostly lazy. But
still tired. I'll sit quietly with Sasha and Mochi and be no trouble at all.”

Levi stared at you like you’d just declared war on his afternoon peace.

“…So you’re asking me,” he said slowly, “to lead a kimono shopping squad with three grown men, for
seven other grown men, and trust that we’ll get the colors right—while you lounge like a feral kitten
with a rabbit and Sasha Braus?”

You blinked sweetly. “Exactly.”

“Tch.”

A long pause.

Then Levi turned toward the others, already defeated. “Danchou, Arlert, Haruto. We’ve been
assigned.”

Erwin raised an eyebrow with a ghost of a smirk. “By who?”

“Her Majesty,” Levi grumbled.

Sasha cheered from the sidelines. “Ooooh! Mochi and I are gonna judge every pick!”

You threw Levi a peace sign. “Go forth, brave soldiers of fashion. Your queen believes in you.”

He gave you a long, unamused stare. Then turned away, muttering under his breath—

“…I should’ve pulled out harder.”

Sasha snorted. Mochi blinked.

You? You flopped on a cushion like royalty, already sipping tea.

Delegation: mastered.

You said:

"Okay then next stop the same kimono store and sasha btw when he said pulled out he meant the
thorn on my leg" then i looked at sasha,"please don't tell this to anybody i beg you"

ChatGPT said:

Damage Control Mode

—“Mistranslations and Sasha the Secret Keeper”

You clapped your hands once, all cheery and businesslike.

“Okay then! Next stop—the same kimono store!”

Levi groaned somewhere in the distance.

You turned to Sasha with a grin, voice light and casual. “And Sasha, by the way, when he said pulled
out, he meant the thorn on my leg.”

Sasha blinked. Slowly.

You froze.

“…Don’t think about it too hard.”

But it was too late. Her eyes had already widened to dangerously curious proportions.

“Wait, what thorn? When? Where—?”

You stepped forward in full panic, hands grabbing her shoulders.

“Please. Please don’t tell this to anybody. I beg you. Don’t even think about saying it out loud.”

Sasha looked you dead in the eye.

“…So not a thorn?”

You gripped her tighter. “Sasha.”

She looked at Mochi. Mochi blinked in judgment.

Finally, she sighed.

“…Fine. I won’t say anything. But if Jean finds out, it wasn’t from me, it was probably Connie. Or
divine intervention.”
You exhaled with exaggerated relief, hand over your chest. “Bless you, Sasha.”

Then, from the kimono store's direction:

Levi’s voice—dry, sharp, and just loud enough to carry—

“Tell her I’m not buying anything in pastel.”

You cupped your hands and shouted back, “No one asked you to, soldier!”

Sasha giggled beside you.

And just like that, the panic passed—buried under another wave of chaos, secrets, and bad impulse
control.

Standard operating procedure.

You said:

We went inside the store now, erwin, lavi, Armin, haruto we were responsible for kimonos for the
guys of paradise and i went to levi and took the bunny from his hand and said you lost your bunny
privilege and i took him and sat down on a chair with sasha waiting (improvise this whole scenario)

ChatGPT said:

Kimono Ops: Male Edition

—“Bunny Privileges Revoked”

The ornate bell above the shop door jingled as the five of you entered, warm lantern light spilling
across racks of exquisite silk and folded chaos waiting to happen.

Erwin walked in like a man on a diplomatic mission.

Armin walked in like he was about to build a spreadsheet out of fabric.

Haruto walked in like he was already regretting this entire timeline.

Levi… walked in like he wanted to walk right back out.

You, however? Regal. Poised. Slightly smug.

You turned to Levi, eyes narrowed with theatrical judgment. “Give him to me.”

Levi blinked. “What—?”

You stepped closer, hands out. “The bunny. You lost your bunny privileges.”

Levi looked personally offended. “For what crime?”

“For sarcasm. And emotional misconduct in the middle of a romantic crisis,” you said as you plucked
Mochi from his arms like a confiscated weapon. “Mochi belongs to the calm now.”

The bunny nestled instantly into your embrace. You turned on your heel and strutted to a plush chair
near the front window, plopping down beside Sasha, who had already claimed a full cushion and was
holding a sweet bun in one hand like it was state currency.

Sasha leaned over, whispering conspiratorially, “Did he really lose bunny privileges or are you just
marking territory?”
You smirked. “Both. Obviously.”

Meanwhile, back in the battlefield of brocade:

—Armin was color-sorting the racks by personality archetypes.

—Haruto was holding up a soft grey kimono and frowning. “Would this say ‘Reiner is emotionally
healing’ or ‘Reiner is one tragic poem away from imploding?’”

—Erwin was already coordinating styles by height. “Eren’s sleeves can’t drag. He will trip. He will
die.”

—And Levi?
Levi stood there with a look that screamed: I’ve killed Titans with less resistance than choosing a
kimono for Jean.

“Are you all seriously this bad at this?” he muttered.

You called out sweetly from the chair, stroking Mochi like a villainess.
“Remember, Levi! No pastels.”

His glare could’ve cracked the store’s lacquered flooring.

Sasha giggled beside you, bun halfway to her mouth.

Mochi twitched once.

And the Great Kimono War of Paradise raged on.

You said:

"alright fine im sorry, I ll stay quite" and they chose kimonos for the eren, Connie, jean, reiner,
renji(improvise and take it forward)

ChatGPT said:

The Kimono Verdict

—“Silk, Suffering, and Selective Silence”

You raised one hand in surrender from your velvet seat beside Sasha, Mochi nuzzled lazily in your
lap.

“Alright, fine—I’m sorry,” you said with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll stay quiet.”

Levi didn’t look back. “Miracle of the century.”

You muttered under your breath, “Temporary silence. I’m still queen.”

With your declared vow of restraint now in play, the men returned to the noble and tragic task of
dressing your squad.

Eren’s Kimono
Armin held up a dark navy robe with faint storm-cloud patterns swirling at the base, like a memory
trapped in silk.

“This one. It looks like it’s brooding about the nature of freedom.”
Levi stared. “Perfect. He’ll cry the second he sees it.”

Erwin nodded. “He’ll thank you without smiling. That’s how you’ll know he loves it.”

Connie’s Kimono
Haruto held up something far more chaotic—deep red with a golden wave motif and questionable
sparkles.

“He’ll love this,” he said confidently.

Levi looked like he was considering arson. “That’s not a kimono, that’s an explosion.”

Haruto shrugged. “Connie’s entire personality is an explosion.”

Erwin squinted. “Add a food pattern. He’ll cry. We’ll win.”

Jean’s Kimono
Armin gingerly lifted a soft chestnut brown piece with sharp black lining and minimal embroidery—
sleek, stylish, refined.

Levi blinked. “That’s… not bad.”

Sasha leaned over to whisper to you, “That one says ‘I own a horse and six hairbrushes.’”

You muffled your laugh behind Mochi’s ear.

Reiner’s Kimono
Erwin himself selected a heavy, earth-toned kimono with subtle mountain designs. Strong. Quiet.
Steady.

Levi crossed his arms. “He’ll sulk. Then wear it proudly when no one’s looking.”

Haruto nodded. “He’ll stare into the distance for five minutes in it. That’s a win.”

Renji’s Kimono
Levi, surprisingly, stepped forward this time—pulling out a deep indigo robe with light silver crane
patterns near the sleeves.

Armin blinked. “That’s…”

“Balanced,” Levi muttered. “Strong lines, good color. Slightly dramatic. Like him.”

Haruto nodded. “Mai’s going to blush when she sees it.”

Sasha swooned dramatically. “Love in silk form.”

From your chair, you smiled softly, resting your cheek on Mochi’s head.

“See?” you whispered. “I stayed quiet.”

Levi glanced back. “That was not quiet.”

“It was subtle!”

He rolled his eye.

Erwin turned, folding the selections. “We’ve got them. Ready?”

You stood, handing Mochi to Sasha and smoothing your dress.

“Let’s go before I start requesting embroidery details.”

Levi grunted. “Too late. I can feel the chaos returning.”

Sasha giggled. “You know you love it.”

And with the kimono mission complete, you stepped back out into the Hizuru night, arms full of silk,
hearts slightly lighter, and chaos—always—just one sentence away.

Royal Declarations, Round #47

—“Kimonos for the Gentle Scholars”

As the squad stepped out onto the lantern-lit street, arms full of folded silk and metaphorical
exhaustion, you turned sharply on your heel, finger pointing at the last two standing innocents.

“Alright, Armin, Haruto—you guys are seriously not gonna buy yourselves a kimono?”

Both froze like you’d just asked them to perform live theatre.

Armin blinked. “I mean… I didn’t think it was necessary—”

“Unacceptable,” you declared, striding right back into the shop. “Danchou has one. Heichou has one.
Sasha and I? Obviously. So you two? No excuses.”

Haruto raised a slow hand. “Technically, I’m a doctor. I don’t even go to parties.”

You turned mid-dramatic step, eyes narrow with faux menace. “Oh, so saving lives exempts you from
fashion now?”

He opened his mouth, paused, and said, “…Honestly that sounds like something Levi would say.”

From behind, Levi muttered, “I would.”

You ignored him. Naturally.

“I’ll buy them for you,” you said with finality, sweeping both hands toward the display. “My treat.
Royal decree. No arguments. Unless you want to fight me.”

Armin laughed nervously. “That never ends well.”

Haruto sighed. “Fine, but I swear if this ends with me in something with gold cranes, I’m blaming the
bunny.”

You grinned. “Mochi is an excellent judge of style.”

Levi groaned in the background. “She’s gone power-drunk again.”

Erwin smirked. “Let her have this one. It’s been a long trip.”
You turned to Sasha, eyes sparkling. “Two more kimonos. Two more fashion victories. Paradise is
thriving.”

She high-fived you without hesitation. “Let’s make them pretty.”

As Armin and Haruto reluctantly wandered back into the store—guided by you and Sasha like two
hostages of color coordination—Levi simply leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching with
tired affection.

“…At least she’s not buying another rabbit,” he muttered.

Pause.

“…Right?”

You said:

Okay Armin you take this brings out ur eyes and haruto u buy this, enhances your shoulders and
forearms and neck

ChatGPT said:

The Final Fittings

—“Enhance the Scholar. Embolden the Doctor.”

You clapped twice like a commander on a mission, silks flaring around you as you spun to face your
next victims.

“Armin,” you said with flair, thrusting a folded kimono into his hands, “you’re wearing this one. It
brings out your eyes.”

Armin blinked at the soft teal fabric with silver trim, subtle wave embroidery curling along the hem
like whispered strategy. “Wait—is this—?”

“Yes. Ocean tones. Because your soul is made of maps and melancholy.”

He blushed immediately. “Th-that’s… really specific.”

You ignored his flustered confusion with the efficiency of someone who’s made Levi wear flower
crowns.

“Haruto,” you spun to him next, slapping a darker kimono into his arms—deep forest green with
structured shoulders and simple copper threading.

“This. Enhances your shoulders. Your forearms. And your neck.”

Haruto stared at it. Then at you. “…Is that something I should be concerned about?”

Sasha snorted from her seat, Mochi twitching with approval.

You pointed dramatically. “This one says ‘I’m a doctor, but I could also snap your spine and then
tenderly realign it.’”

Levi—still at the doorway—groaned audibly.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” you challenged.

“…She’s not wrong,” Sasha whispered to Armin.

Haruto sighed, but his lips twitched. “Fine. I’ll wear it. But if people start offering me proposals at
Paradise’s next dinner party, you’re explaining this to Aina.”

You smirked, folding your arms triumphantly.

“Please. I already picked out Aina’s matching accessories. They’re going to combust from how good
you look together.”

Levi’s voice cut in dry as ever. “If we don’t leave now, she’ll start assigning weapon accessories to
match embroidery.”

You blinked innocently. “Wait—that’s actually a good idea—”

“Move,” Levi ordered, already turning.

Sasha giggled. Armin smiled sheepishly. Haruto exhaled like he’d just finished surgery.

And with the last two kimonos claimed, you all finally stepped out of the store—souvenirs secured,
dignity mostly intact, and Levi once again dragging you all home from a completely normal, entirely
deranged royal field trip.

You said:

I look at the two attendants who were patiently bearing us, they looked at me with too much
admiration, I offered them two sweet buns and said,"thanks a lot for this evening and escorting us
everywhere we really had lots of fun, tomorrow we r gonna leave , you're aware of that but you both
are always welcome to paradise and i would personally escort you both for shopping and other stuff"

ChatGPT said:

Gratitude in Silk and Sugar

—“The Royal Farewell”

As the squad began to filter out of the store, you paused—your gaze settling on the two Hizuru
attendants who had been standing quietly by the entrance this whole time, bearing witness to every
dramatic declaration, silk crisis, and kimono catastrophe.

They smiled softly, hands folded, but the look in their eyes… it wasn’t just professionalism.

It was admiration. Honest, open, awe-struck admiration.

You stepped forward, holding Mochi in one arm, and with your free hand, you reached into the small
cloth pouch at your waist. From it, you pulled two perfectly wrapped sweet buns—still warm.

You offered them out with a gentle smile.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely, “for bearing with us through all of that.”

They blinked, startled, then carefully accepted the buns like you’d just handed them national
treasures.

You bowed slightly. “We really had lots of fun. And I know tomorrow we’re leaving—you’re aware of
that—but I wanted to say this: you’re always welcome in Paradise.”

Both of them looked like they’d just been knighted.

You grinned. “And if you ever visit, I’ll personally escort you both for shopping. And snacks. And
possibly a complete makeover if Sasha’s involved.”

Behind you, Sasha fist-pumped. “YES. We’re gonna make them glow.”

The attendants exchanged a glance, then bowed deeply—genuine gratitude shining in their eyes.

“We would be honored,” one said quietly.

You winked. “Good. Because Mochi likes you both. And that’s basically a royal endorsement now.”

Levi groaned behind you. “Great. Even the bunny’s handing out diplomatic invitations.”

You didn’t answer.

You just walked out, head held high, Mochi in one arm, destiny in the other.

And behind you?

Two attendants stood in stunned silence—holding sweet buns and the memory of being part of your
chaos for one unforgettable night.

You said:

I went with sasha towards the carriages, Armin and haruto controlling us from behind(improvise )
the attendants said something(improvise ) to levi which erwin heard and they spoke about me
(improvise)

ChatGPT said:

The Walk to the Carriages

—“Controlled Chaos and Unspoken Admiration”

You and Sasha strutted toward the carriages like two queens of opposite ends of the elegance
spectrum—one radiant and graceful, the other gleefully chewing the last bite of her sweet bun while
humming a victory tune.

“We slayed,” Sasha whispered dramatically.

“We conquered,” you whispered back.

Behind you, Armin and Haruto exchanged glances like exhausted babysitters dragging two sugar-high
nobles out of a festival.

Armin adjusted his glasses, sighing. “They’re not walking. They’re parading.”

Haruto muttered, “At this rate, we’ll need a second medical team just to carry their shopping bags.”

“We heard that,” you and Sasha sang in unison.

Meanwhile, at the Store Entrance…

The two Hizuru attendants lingered by the door as the last of the group stepped out. Levi passed by
them, silent as always, still holding one of the wrapped souvenirs under his arm.

One of the attendants turned slightly toward him, eyes still on your retreating form.
“She’s unlike any queen we’ve ever seen,” he murmured.

Levi paused, glancing sideways, eyebrow twitching.

“She has… chaos in her,” the second attendant said more quietly. “But it’s the kind that brings life.
Like fire. Like spring after war.”

Levi didn’t respond right away.

But Erwin, who had just stepped up beside him, folded his arms and smiled faintly.

“You’re not wrong,” Erwin said. “She was born from everything this world tried to destroy—and still
insists on rebuilding it in her own way.”

Levi glanced at him. “They’re talking like she’s a poem now.”

“She is,” Erwin replied. “A violent, stubborn, magnificent one.”

The attendants looked between them, clearly stunned. “You’ve both fought wars with her?”

Levi finally smirked, eye narrowing slightly. “No. We fought wars under her.”

Erwin chuckled low in his chest. “And we’re still following her.”

As the carriages came into view, you turned and caught Levi watching you from a distance,
expression unreadable as always.

You gave a little wave, like you hadn’t just emotionally derailed him three times in one night.

He didn’t wave back.

But he didn’t look away either.

And that?

That was enough.

You said:

i told from a distance"hey come on let's go back we still need to pack and this kimono is tiring me
and levi our date doesn't end till I escort me back to my room or urs"

ChatGPT said:

End of the Night, Not the Date

—“Royal Demands, Delivered in Silk”

You turned back toward the group, hair tousled from the breeze, kimono trailing behind you like a
statement in motion. With Mochi in Sasha’s arms and absolute mischief in your voice, you called out
across the street:

“Hey! Come on, let’s go back—we still need to pack!”

Levi looked up. You could see the faint twitch in his brow. You weren’t done.

You dramatically tugged at the edge of your kimono sleeve, pouting just enough for theatrical effect.
“This kimono is tiring me,” you added with mock exhaustion, “and Levi, just so we’re clear—our date
doesn’t end until you escort me back. To my room…”
You grinned.
“…or yours.”

Armin coughed into his sleeve, trying not to trip over a loose cobblestone.

Haruto muttered under his breath, “They’re going to kill each other one day.”

Sasha wheezed. “I can’t tell if she’s being seductive or just mean.”

Levi, still near the store, stared at you with that slow, inevitable exhaustion only you could pull from
him… but there was the tiniest, almost invisible smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He adjusted the collar of his jacket with one hand.

Then answered, low and flat, but unmistakably amused—

“I’ll escort you. Doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate your royal drama the entire walk.”

You smirked, already turning on your heel as Sasha skipped behind you.

“You love my royal drama.”

Behind you, Levi muttered, just loud enough for Erwin to hear:

“…Tch. Damn right I do.”

You said:

I went inside erwins carriage, where Armin, haruto and sasha were sitting and i carefully put the
bunny back inside the crate and went to my carriage thinking about my date today (improvise)

ChatGPT said:

The Carriage Pause

—“Goodnight, Mochi”

You stepped lightly into Erwin’s carriage, the lantern inside casting a soft glow over the velvet-lined
interior. Armin sat with his hands folded, still gently stunned from the kimono ordeal. Haruto looked
halfway between sleep and deep regret. Sasha was humming, head leaned against the window, eyes
half-lidded in sweet bun euphoria.

Cradled in your arms, Mochi stirred as the carriage gently rocked beneath your steps.

“Alright, little one,” you whispered, kneeling beside the wooden crate lined with soft cloth and a
folded napkin you absolutely didn’t steal from the teahouse. “Back to your royal chamber.”

You placed him gently inside. He blinked up at you once, then flopped sideways with dramatic
resignation—as if he, too, had been emotionally wrecked by the evening.

You smiled and stroked his ear once. “Thanks for being our emotional support squad member. You
did good, Mochi.”

Sasha peeked open one eye. “He deserves a medal.”

“Better than most of the recruits,” Haruto murmured.

Armin nodded. “He’s the only one who didn’t argue during the kimono crisis.”

You gave them all a tired smile—genuine, worn, and warm—then turned toward the door.

“I’m gonna head to my carriage. I need to… think.”

Sasha gave you a sleepy thumbs-up. “Think romantically or regretfully?”

You didn’t answer.

Because truthfully—it was both.

Your Carriage
The inside was quiet. Moonlight spilled through the open curtains, trailing in silver lines across the
polished floor. You sat down gently, folding your kimono carefully beneath you. The silence was soft
—not heavy.

You leaned your head back against the cushioned seat, eyes gazing upward, seeing nothing but
everything.

You thought about the flower Levi gave you. The black gloves. His voice when he said he’d protect
you. His smirk. His hand around yours. The paper streamers on the bridge. The tea.

The way he looked at you when you said you were scared.

And how he didn’t run.

You closed your eyes, one hand still slightly warm from where his fingers had brushed it earlier.

If this was the last night before returning to Paradise…

Then it had been more than just a date.

It had been a promise. Unspoken, but understood.

And the moon rode with you, all the way back.

You said:

Levi entered the carriage now (btw he was wearing the kimono dark black with silver threading along
the collar and sleeves ever since we entered the store for the first time throughout when we went to
the pet store and the garden path and came back to the store so the keep the scene accurate but
don't highlight this )(improvise the scene)

ChatGPT said:

The Carriage and the Quiet

—“Shared Space, Shared Silence”

The gentle creak of the door pulled your gaze up.

Levi stepped inside the carriage without a word, his movements fluid, familiar—like he belonged in
every room you sat in, whether you were ready for him or not. He closed the door behind him with a
soft click, and for a moment, he just stood there, eye scanning the space, lingering on you… and then
not.
You didn’t speak.

Neither did he.

He sat down across from you, arms resting on his knees, posture slightly slouched from exhaustion—
but only the kind he allowed in private. You watched him quietly, eyes tracing every detail without
drawing attention. The silence between you wasn’t tense. It was full.

His gaze flicked toward you once, briefly.

You raised an eyebrow. “...Are you going to pretend like we didn’t just commit fashion-based warfare
together?”

He sighed through his nose. “You assaulted at least six price tags and threatened a bunny nap in
public.”

You tilted your head. “And yet, here you are. In my carriage.”

“I was under orders to escort you,” he muttered.

A slow smile crept to your lips. “Oh? Whose orders?”

He looked at you flatly. “Yours. Obviously.”

You chuckled under your breath and leaned your head against the carriage wall again, eyes drifting to
the dim sky through the small window. “It was a good date,” you said softly. “I didn’t think you’d
actually… plan anything.”

Levi’s voice was low. “You didn’t think I’d take it seriously?”

“No,” you said without hesitation. “I thought you’d show up, sit there like a stoic tree, and grunt once
when I asked how the food was.”

“Tch.”

“But you mapped the whole thing,” you added, smiling again. “Bridge, tea, even the streamers.”

He looked away for a second, then back at you. “I didn’t know how long we had.”

That shut you up.

The silence returned, heavier now. Tender.

You blinked slowly, heart aching just enough to remind you that it was real.

Levi leaned back against his side of the carriage, eye still on you.

“…You’re tired,” he said. Not a question.

You nodded, voice barely audible. “Just… don’t want it to end yet.”

He didn’t move for a second.

Then extended his hand.

You stared at it, then slowly reached forward and placed yours in his.

No words.
Just warmth.

The wheels rolled beneath you both, gentle and steady.

And somewhere outside, the world waited.
But in here?

It was just you and Levi.

And the quiet promise of tomorrow.

You said:

Our date is still not over btw, cuz I'm not in my home yet, okay in this case the hizurus residence

ChatGPT said:

The Ride Home

—“Not Quite the End”

You tilted your head toward him, a sly glint in your eyes as your fingers curled around his.

“Our date’s still not over, by the way,” you murmured.

Levi raised an eyebrow. “We left the restaurant. You harassed the kimono store. You bribed the
attendants with sugar. You paraded a rabbit through a diplomatic garden. What else is left?”

You leaned back smugly, gaze never leaving his. “I’m not home yet.”

Levi exhaled through his nose, eye narrowing slightly. “We’re heading to the Hizuru residence.”

You smirked. “Exactly. I said you have to escort me back. That means physically walking me to the
door. That’s basic courtship, Levi.”

“I carried a rabbit and defended your honor in a fabric store,” he grumbled. “That’s elite-level
courtship.”

“Still doesn’t count,” you said with the cruelty of a woman who knew exactly how much power she
held in a closed carriage.

He stared at you for a long beat, then leaned back again with a low tch.

“Fine. I’ll walk you to your room. But only because I’m tired of you rewriting the definition of 'date'
every five minutes.”

You smiled sweetly, victorious. “Good. Because if I’m left alone, I might wander into a weapons shop
and start naming grenades after you.”

Levi muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “kill me,” but he didn’t let go of your hand.

Didn’t even try.

The carriage rolled on, lanterns flickering past the windows, and with each turn of the wheel, the
night deepened—stretching out the last of your stolen hours together.

But not over yet.

Not until the door closed.
Not until you said goodnight.

You said:
I just signed and looked towards the window , our date was still on (improvise the situation and take
the scene forward and improvise)

ChatGPT said:

The Slow Descent of Night

—“Still On”

You sighed—softly, not with annoyance, but with that strange, heavy warmth that came from a day
too full to process yet. You turned your gaze toward the carriage window, cheek resting against your
hand, watching the lantern-lit streets of Hizuru slip by like threads on a weaving loom. Each light
passed slowly, flickering, stretching the silence between moments.

The city was quieter now. Even the air felt different—cooler, gentler. As if it, too, had noticed that
something rare had happened tonight.

Behind you, the soft rustle of Levi’s sleeve broke the stillness as he shifted, adjusting slightly in his
seat. But he didn’t speak.

You liked that.

You didn’t need him to speak.
Not right now.

Your fingers still lingered in his hand—absent-minded, warm, no longer tangled in urgency or
uncertainty. Just there. Present.

The kind of silence only lovers earned.

And as the lanterns cast soft shadows across his face, you glanced at him from the corner of your
eye.

He was looking at you. He’d been looking the whole time.

You smirked slightly, but didn’t turn.

“Still not over, you know,” you said quietly.

Levi exhaled like you were the most exhausting, precious thing to ever breathe air. “You’ve made that
very clear.”

“I mean it,” you whispered, still watching the street pass by. “The world gets loud again tomorrow.
But right now… I want to stay here.”

“In a carriage?” he asked.

You nodded slowly. “With you. In this moment. Between the tea and the goodbye.”

He didn’t reply right away. But then his thumb brushed the edge of your hand gently—almost
absently.

And that said more than any words could’ve.

After a long pause, he finally muttered, “You’ll fall asleep if we stay here much longer.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst place to sleep,” you murmured, lips curving upward just slightly. “I’ve slept in
worse places. Like on top of Jean. After that time he crashed the wagon.”
Levi scoffed. “Jean deserves worse.”

You chuckled, voice sleepy now. “You’d still carry me, right?”

He looked at you again, eye unreadable but full of something quiet and steady.

“I always do.”

And then the carriage slowed, the wheels creaking slightly as you reached the gates of the Hizuru
residence—tall, quiet, waiting.

You didn’t move yet.

Neither did he.

Because until that door opened—until one of you stepped out—

The date was still on.

And neither of you was ready to end it just yet.

You said:

Continue and take the story forward

ChatGPT said:

Arrival at the Residence

—“Not Yet Goodnight”

The carriage came to a smooth stop in front of the Hizuru residence. The driver tapped twice on the
window, the practiced signal that you’d arrived.

You didn’t move.

You didn’t even blink.

Levi glanced at you, waiting to see if you’d spring into command mode again, start listing who had
what luggage and which attendant was responsible for Mochi’s crate.

But instead, you stayed there, still turned toward the window, cheek resting on your fist. Your eyes
had softened now—somewhere between sleepy and sentimental.

“You’re stalling,” Levi said finally, voice quiet.

“Obviously,” you muttered. “I like this moment.”

He smirked faintly. “You like anything that delays responsibility.”

You looked at him, chin tilted up with faux dignity. “Excuse you, I ruled a continent while bleeding out
and emotionally imploding.”

“And I carried you home both times,” he added dryly.

You grinned, then slowly sat upright. “Touché.”

The door creaked open just a sliver—one of the Hizuru staff waiting patiently, bowing with practiced
grace.
You exhaled slowly and rose, kimono rustling softly around your legs. Levi stood up as well, his
silhouette sharp and calm beside you, one step behind like always—but never beneath.

You turned to him at the edge of the carriage, the amber glow of the residence bathing the space
between you.

“So… does the escort include walking me all the way to my room?” you asked, head tilted.

Levi raised a brow. “Do you want it to?”

You smiled faintly. “I don’t need it. But I want it.”

Without a word, he stepped out first and extended his hand to help you down. You took it without
hesitation.

Inside the Residence

The halls were hushed, dimly lit with paper lanterns casting slow golden light against polished wood.
Servants moved like shadows, soft-footed and distant. It was late, and the whole world seemed to be
whispering.

You walked beside him, steps in sync.

The silence wasn’t awkward. It had evolved into something sacred between you now.

When you reached your room, you paused just outside the paper screen. The guards at the far end
of the hallway didn’t look up—they knew to mind their own business.

You turned to Levi.

His hands were folded behind his back now, posture casual, like nothing in this day had affected him.

But you knew better.

You stepped closer. Not touching him, not yet—but close enough to see the exact shift in his
expression when your voice dropped.

“I meant it,” you said quietly. “This day meant something.”

His gaze held yours.

“You think I don’t know that?”

Silence again. And then your hand lifted to touch his collar—just a small adjustment, a light touch.

“You still owe me one more thing,” you whispered.

Levi’s voice dropped an octave. “What.”

You smiled.

“A goodnight kiss.”

There it was—that blink, that shift in his expression that only you ever got to see.

Slowly, he leaned in—one hand rising to rest against the wall beside your head, the other brushing
your cheek with the back of his fingers.
And then he kissed you.

Softly. Deliberately. Like he meant every second of it. Like the date hadn’t ended, because you were
still the center of his world.

When he pulled back, you were still holding your breath.

He muttered against your lips—

“Sleep. Or I’m dragging you to bed myself.”

You smirked. “Promises, promises.”

Levi rolled his eye and turned away, muttering, “Go inside, Maddy.”

You watched him walk down the hallway—slow, steady, and yours.

And only when he turned the corner and vanished from view—

Did you finally step into your room.

Date: complete.
But your heart?

Still racing.

You said:

I went inside my room , changed into comfortable clothes then looked at the three kimonos levi
bought for me and the earrings just ,I couldn't stop smiling and kept smiling as I was packing all my
clothes (improvise)

ChatGPT said:

Behind Closed Doors

—“The Smile That Wouldn’t Leave”

You stepped into your room and quietly slid the paper screen shut behind you. The warm lanternlight
inside flickered against the walls, throwing soft shadows that danced along the polished floor. For a
moment, you just stood there in silence—still holding the edges of your kimono, still caught in the
softness of the kiss that hadn’t quite left your lips.

And then, with a quiet sigh, you untied the sash and changed into your more comfortable clothes—
loose, familiar fabric that felt like home. Your hair fell over your shoulder as you moved with
practiced ease, slow and calm for once. No fire drills. No explosions. No battlefield panic.

Just… you.

You turned toward the edge of the bed, and there they were.

Folded neatly.

The three kimonos Levi had chosen for you—each one in a color that suited you too well for it to be
coincidence. The midnight-toned one with delicate embroidery. The warmer one with gentle florals.
And the last, the one with silver-threaded edges you hadn’t even asked for—but knew he’d picked
because he saw you in it before you ever did.

And beside them, glinting faintly in the light—

The black stone rose earrings.

You stared at them.

And then, without even realizing, you were smiling.

A quiet kind of smile.

The one that came from deep contentment, not giddy thrill. The kind you got when the world felt
safe. When someone had thought of you—really thought of you—and showed it in a language that
wasn’t loud, but unmistakable.

You sat down on the edge of the bed and opened your bag to begin packing. Folding clothes with
military precision, your old instincts kicking in automatically. But the smile never left.

You folded a shirt—smiled.

Tucked in your sash—smiled.

Rolled your undershirt into your travel pack—still smiling.

It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t for anyone else.

It was just you. In this quiet little moment, surrounded by silks and stones and memories from one of
the rare days that wasn’t about war or duty or death.

It was about you.

And him.
And the life you were finally starting to let yourself have.

And still—

You kept smiling.

You said:

And i fell on the bed. It was a bit late I was really happy but still I had my mind on levi I was bored so i
was on the same clothes but wrapped a shawl went down the hallway seriously like I had something
important to discuss just to make sure the guards wouldn't get the wrong idea , I didn't knock ,
opened the door bingo it was unlocked and i popped my head inside saying,"heichou~"(improvise)
(hey chatgpt you're giving inaccurate responses levi should either be in the same kimono a bit
loosened up or already changed into comfortable clothes cuz it's late and he should be packing too ,
keep the scene flow accurate)

ChatGPT said:

Late-Night Intrusion
—“The Door Was Unlocked, So...”

You collapsed onto your bed with a soft pomf, arms flopping out wide as your half-packed clothes sat
in tidy stacks around you. The ceiling stared down with a knowing silence, and despite the warm
calm that curled into your chest, your brain just wouldn’t shut off.

Levi.

Of course your mind had settled on him. The way he walked beside you. The quiet weight of his
hand. The kiss.
You turned your head to the side and groaned softly into your pillow. “Stupid charming short
menace…”

Still fully dressed in your comfortable tunic and loose pants, you reached for your shawl—threw it
over your shoulders dramatically like you were heading to a war council—and padded softly toward
your door. Your steps were quiet but determined, your face dead serious.

If anyone stops me, I’ll say I’m delivering urgent intel.

Two guards at the end of the hall straightened at your presence. You nodded once with perfect
military calm, giving them absolutely no reason to question anything.

They didn't stop you.

You made your way down the hallway and reached Levi’s room. You didn’t knock.

You simply pressed your hand to the door.

Unlocked.

Of course it was.

You cracked it open just slightly, popping your head in like a child peeking into a restricted archive.

“Heichou~” you sang in the softest, most mischievous tone possible.

The room was dim, lit by one lone lantern and the moonlight seeping in through the half-open
window. Levi was inside—exactly as you expected.

He’d changed out of the formal kimono, now in his sleepwear: simple dark cotton shirt, sleeves rolled
up, collar loosened slightly, and drawstring pants—barefoot, hair slightly mussed like he’d run his
hands through it too many times while packing.

His travel bag was half-open on the table. Neat piles. Precise folds. Of course.

He paused mid-fold, one brow twitching as he turned his head just enough to glare at you from over
his shoulder.

“You better be here to report a fire or an assassination attempt,” he muttered, voice already strained.

You pushed the door open a little more, stepping in on quiet feet and pulling your shawl tighter.

“Nope,” you said innocently. “Just bored.”

Levi stared at you, deadpan.

“In your room. At night. Unannounced. With a tone.”

You grinned.

“Technically, you said our date doesn’t end until I’m home.”

He crossed his arms, hip leaning against the desk. “You are home.”

You took a step closer, still all faux seriousness. “Emotionally, spiritually… I might still be here.”

Levi closed his eyes briefly, muttering something under his breath that suspiciously sounded like
“gods help me.”
You dropped onto the edge of his bed without asking, propping yourself up on your hands.

“I won’t stay long,” you said cheerfully. “Just long enough to admire how your post-date packing is
even more aggressive than mine.”

He didn’t reply.

Just walked over, plucked your shawl off your shoulders like it was a stray curtain, and tossed it to a
chair.

Then—softly—he sat beside you.

Not touching.

Just there.

Just close.

You didn’t need more than that.

Not yet.

You said:

"so how's packing going on?"

ChatGPT said:

Late-Night Questions
—“Packing and Proximity”

You swayed slightly on the edge of the bed, your bare feet barely grazing the polished floor, hands
bracing behind you. Your voice was soft—playful, but not mocking.

“So… how’s packing going on?”

Levi, arms crossed and one ankle casually hooked over the other, barely tilted his head toward the
half-stuffed travel bag on the table.

“Efficient. Unlike yours, I assume.”

You smirked. “Excuse me. Mine was elegant chaos. Yours looks like a tax form.”

He didn’t deny it.

Instead, he shifted slightly, the soft rustle of fabric against his seat the only sound before he replied,
“I pack fast. Habit. You know that.”

“Still,” you said, glancing sideways at the bag. “You’re taking your time now.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then finally: “No rush.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You? Saying no rush?”

He looked at you now, sharp gaze softened by the lanternlight.

“You’re still here.”

That simple sentence.

No inflection. No dramatics.

Just fact.

Just Levi.

You blinked once—caught off guard. Then smiled, just a little.

“Well,” you murmured, brushing invisible lint from your thigh, “I was curious. About your mood. Your
packing. The fact that you somehow made that kimono look dangerous.”

Levi scoffed. “You’re deflecting.”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Maybe I’m letting you.”

You paused. Then muttered with a smirk, “Then maybe I’ll keep talking until you kick me out.”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even glance toward the door.

Instead, his voice lowered—steady and familiar.

“Keep talking, then.”

And you did.

You said:

"I wanna help you packing "

ChatGPT said:

Hands in the Folds

—“Packing with Intent”

You turned slightly, shifting your weight on the bed so you could face him more directly. Your fingers
brushed across the blanket absently before your gaze lifted back to his.

“I wanna help you pack,” you said.

Levi looked at you like you’d just offered to rearrange a crime scene.

“…No.”

You blinked, mock offended. “Wow. Just straight up rejected.”

“I fold with precision,” he said flatly. “You pack like a raccoon with good taste.”

You scoffed, already standing up and brushing past him toward the table. “I fold with flair. Flair is
important.”

Levi grabbed your wrist gently as you passed, stopping you beside him for just a second. “You don’t
need to do this.”

“I want to,” you said softly, turning to face him.

He held your gaze for a moment. Then, reluctantly, let go.

“…Fine.”

You grinned like you’d just won a battle Erwin couldn’t.

You approached the table, carefully eyeing the contents of the bag.

“Hmmm… neatly stacked shirts, sharpened blades, small medical kit, handkerchiefs arranged like a
damn decorative napkin display—Levi. Levi. This bag is judging me.”

“Then don’t touch it. Just pass me the shirt on the left.”

You did—after smoothing it once unnecessarily and holding it up like it was sacred.

He took it with a sigh, refolded it (slightly tighter), and placed it inside.

You stood beside him in silence for a moment, your hand brushing over one of the side pockets.

“You’ve got room for one more pair of gloves,” you noted.

“I only need one.”

“Still. I’ll sneak a second pair in just to annoy you.”

He glanced at you. “You planning to pack yourself in too?”

You smiled without looking up. “Would you unzip the bag if I did?”

Silence.

Then: “…Depends how much you squirm.”

Your eyes darted to him—half-shocked, half-choking on laughter. “Levi!”

He didn’t smirk. He didn’t blink.

But he did pick up another shirt and hand it to you.

Fold. Pass. Place.

You both moved in quiet rhythm now, hands occasionally brushing, hearts occasionally skipping,
neither of you willing to say out loud that this—this—felt oddly intimate.

Not because it was about packing.

But because it was about staying.

And helping.

And being allowed to touch the parts of his world he usually kept zipped away.

You said:

"Oh wait we missed something...." "We missee this undie of urs which was lying around here" I said
tht with a flirty smirk

ChatGPT said:
Unholy Discovery
—“The Undergarment Incident”

As your fingers brushed past the folded medical kit and reached for a cloth tucked in the corner of
the table, your eyes caught it.

You paused.

“Oh wait,” you said, voice pitched with innocent mischief. “We missed something…”

Levi barely turned his head, still focused on aligning the hem of a shirt inside the bag. “What?”

You slowly held it up between two fingers like it was a sacred artifact that deserved a
commemorative plaque.

“We missed this undie of yours, which was lying around here,” you said with a flirty smirk, waving the
dark fabric just slightly.

Levi froze.

Like a man who’d just been ambushed on a routine supply run.

His head turned toward you—eye narrowing, jaw tightening in that specific way that told you he was
deciding between wrestling it back or burning the entire room down.

“…Put that down.”

You grinned wider. “No.”

“Put it down, Maddy.”

“I’m helping you pack, Levi.”

“You’re harassing my dignity.”

You twirled it gently between your fingers. “These are really neat, though. Functional. Battle-ready.
Tactical briefs.”

Levi slowly stood straighter, crossing his arms. “If you don’t fold that and put it in the bag like a
decent human being—”

“What?” you teased. “You’ll escort me back to my room again?”

He stepped forward one pace. Close. Closer than the teasing warranted. His voice dropped
dangerously low.

“I’ll shove that shawl of yours in your mouth and carry you back in silence.”

You blinked.

“Oh.”

A beat of silence passed between you.

Then you giggled, folding the fabric with mock reverence and tucking it into a side pocket.

“There. Dignity restored. Tactical underwear secured.”

Levi muttered under his breath as he turned back to the bag, “You’re worse than Sasha.”
You shrugged behind him, still grinning. “You love me anyway.”

He didn’t answer. Just zipped the bag shut.

But his ears were a little red.

And you absolutely saw it.

You said:

"Hey sit down for a while"

ChatGPT said:

A Pause in the Packing

—“Just Sit With Me”

As Levi reached for the last clasp on the bag, you gently touched his wrist—just enough to stop him
without force.

“Hey,” you said softly, the teasing finally slipping from your voice, “sit down for a while.”

He looked at you, brows slightly furrowed—not annoyed, just… guarded, as always.

“There’s still—”

“I know,” you said. “Packing. Schedules. Logistics. Socks.”

He didn’t reply, but his posture shifted—just barely. You stepped back and patted the edge of the
bed, your voice quieter now.

“Just five minutes.”

There was a long pause.

Then, finally, he moved.

Levi sat beside you with a soft huff, resting his arms on his thighs, fingers loosely laced, head bowed
slightly. You didn’t push closer. Not yet.

You just… sat there beside him. Not queen and captain. Not ghosts of war and lovers of
circumstance.

Just Maddy. And Levi.

The moment breathed.

The lanternlight flickered gently on the walls. Somewhere down the hall, a guard’s footsteps passed
and faded. The world outside kept turning—but in this quiet slice of night, it didn’t matter.

You turned your head toward him, voice softer than before.

“I just… didn’t want to go to bed yet.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Because of me?”

You smiled faintly. “Because I’m finally not alone.”

Levi was quiet again.

Then, almost imperceptibly, he shifted his hand—fingers brushing yours. Not fully holding. Just
letting them rest there.

Like he was telling you: I’m here.

And he was.

You leaned your head against his shoulder—softly, no dramatics. Just existing beside him. Just being
allowed to feel this moment for what it was.

No battles. No nightmares.
Just five quiet minutes with the man who stayed.

You said:

"okay now close your eyes, come on , open them when I tell you" (improvise just till here)

ChatGPT said:

Moments Between Breaths

—“Close Your Eyes”

You lifted your head slightly from his shoulder, just enough to see his profile in the lantern glow. His
eye was half-lidded, his expression unreadable—but you could feel he’d started to settle, to breathe
a little easier beside you.

You straightened up, just a little, and turned toward him with that familiar glint creeping back into
your eyes.

“Okay,” you said, your voice playful but calm. “Now close your eyes.”

Levi didn’t move. Just raised an eyebrow, suspicious.

“Maddy…”

“Come on,” you said, nudging his arm gently. “Just for a second. Open them when I tell you.”

His brow twitched, clearly battling between instinctive distrust and resigned affection. Then—with a
small tch—he finally let out a sigh and shut his eye, slow and deliberate.

“There,” he muttered, arms crossed again. “Closed. If I open them and Sasha’s standing in here with
another damn bunny—”

“She’s not,” you whispered, inching a little closer, voice warm and teasing. “This one’s just from me.”

And now, with Levi sitting there—eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed, clearly restraining a hundred
suspicions—you smiled softly.

Because he still listened.

Because he still trusted you enough to sit in silence, in a quiet room, and close his eyes on command.

And because he had no idea what was coming next.

You said:
I pulled out a gold bracelet and a rose which I had tucked behind inside my top , and I said,"don't
open yet not yet" and i put the bracelet on his hand and i also pulled out an ascot and told him to
open his eyes (improvise this whole surprise scene from beginning till the end)

ChatGPT said:

The Gift, the Rose, the Quiet Offering

—“What You Deserve”

Levi sat still—silent, eye closed, shoulders held with that usual tension that never quite left him, not
even in peace.

You leaned forward carefully, reaching beneath the collar of your loose tunic. From just inside—
tucked safe against your skin like something precious—you pulled out two small things you’d hidden
the moment you changed clothes: a slender gold bracelet with engraved etchings only visible in
direct light, and a single deep red rose, the petals slightly bruised from being pressed so close to your
heartbeat all night.

“Don’t open yet,” you murmured again, barely above a whisper. “Not yet.”

Levi didn’t move, though his jaw clenched ever so slightly like he could feel your hands moving close.

You took his hand—his real one, the one that bore the callouses of every war he’d fought and every
life he carried. Gently, you slipped the bracelet over his wrist.

It slid into place with a soft metallic whisper, fitting like it had always belonged there.

Still, you weren’t done.

You reached behind him, pulled a carefully folded piece of black silk from your pocket—a thin,
elegant ascot you'd picked quietly from a vendor just before dinner. Subtle silver embroidery lined
the edges in the same pattern as the kimono he'd worn earlier.

You let it drape softly over your palm, held it in front of his chest, and finally said:

“Okay… open them.”

Levi opened his eye slowly, blinking once as he adjusted to the lantern light again—then looked
down at his wrist.

The bracelet caught the glow, gleaming softly—not flashy, not loud. Just clean. Strong. Quiet. Like
him.

His gaze lingered on it, unmoving.

Then his eyes shifted to your hand, where the ascot rested across your palm like an offering.

“I saw it and thought of you,” you said gently. “Not because you need it. But because I wanted you to
have something you didn’t pick for yourself.”

He didn’t speak.

You reached up, slowly, and adjusted the collar of his sleep shirt. “Can I?”

Levi nodded once.

You folded the ascot with practiced grace and tied it loosely around his neck, just enough to let it sit
comfortably, the silk soft against his skin. When it was done, you smoothed the ends and stepped
back to admire your work.

“You look…”

You faltered. Swallowed.

“You look like yourself. Just a little more seen.”

Levi looked down at the bracelet again, then at the rose you now held between both hands.

“For the table,” you added with a soft smile, offering it. “Or for pressing in a book. Whichever feels
less ridiculous.”

He took it. Quietly.

His fingers touched yours just a little longer than they had to.

And then he spoke—low, rough, unsure.

“…Why?”

You met his gaze.

“Because you never ask for anything. And because you’d never let anyone spoil you.”

A pause.

“Except me.”

Levi stared for a moment longer. Then finally muttered:

“Tch… I should’ve escorted you to your room faster.”

You laughed—too loudly, too freely—and it made him smirk, just barely.

He looked down at the bracelet again.

“…Thank you.”

You nudged his shoulder with your own.

“Get used to it, Heichou. I'm not done spoiling you yet.”

You said:

"you're gonna be proud of me cuz I didn't buy it out of the military budget at all, they were from my
personal savings"

ChatGPT said:

The Budget Victory

—“Spoils of the Heart, Not the Treasury”

You nudged him again, the proudest grin curling on your lips like a child who just aced a test no one
thought they studied for.

“Oh—and you're gonna be so proud of me for this,” you said, eyes twinkling with smug delight.
Levi narrowed his eye suspiciously. “…What now.”

You leaned in a little closer, hands folded like you were about to deliver divine news. “I didn’t buy any
of this from the military budget.”

Levi blinked.

You placed a hand over your chest, dramatically sincere. “Swear. These gifts? This bracelet? The
ascot? Even the rose? All from my personal savings.”

He stared at you like he was still waiting for the punchline.

“You had savings?” he asked.

“Excuse me. Royal savings. That I hoarded quietly while everyone assumed I was spending it on
coffee and trauma-induced gear polishing.”

He scoffed, folding his arms, eye narrowing faintly. “You didn’t pull from the treasury?”

“Not a single coin,” you said proudly. “Which means no one's gonna yell at me. Not even the
accountants. Not even Gregor Danchou. Not even you.”

Levi’s lip quirked. Barely.

“…You do realize you're the queen, right? No one would’ve yelled at you anyway.”

You grinned wider. “You would’ve.”

He paused. “...Fair.”

You gently tapped the bracelet on his wrist. “I wanted it to be from me. Not my title. Not the military.
Just… me. Maddy. The person who loves you.”

The words lingered longer than anything else had all night.

Levi stared at you quietly.

Then, low—gruff, but unmistakably real:

“…Yeah. I’m proud.”

And this time, he didn’t look away when he said it.

You said:

I gave him a kiss on his cheek and I said "alrighty then i better go now" "And don't you dare remove
that bracelet alright? Im gonna check your hand everyday all day..... Mr. Cute undies" (improvise this
whole scene)

ChatGPT said:

Goodnight and Gold

—“Mr. Cute Undies”

You smiled—softly at first, that warm kind of smile that only surfaced when Levi allowed a crack in
his stone wall… and you were the only one ever invited in.
Without overthinking it, you leaned forward, your hand gently brushing the side of his jaw as you
pressed a light kiss to his cheek. Your lips lingered for just a heartbeat—enough to make him still, to
make his eye flicker and his breath pause for half a second.

Then you pulled back, eyes twinkling with trouble.

“Alrighty then,” you said with a grin as you stepped back toward the door. “I better go now, before
Sasha comes looking for Mochi and assumes we’re plotting a revolution.”

Levi didn’t move. Just stared at you in the dim lanternlight—jaw tight, but gaze soft.

You stopped at the doorway, spun on your heel, and pointed dramatically at his wrist.

“Oh, and don’t you dare remove that bracelet, alright?”

Levi raised an eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” you added, hands on your hips like a scolding royal. “I’m going to check your hand.
Every day. All day. In meetings, on patrol, while you’re eating, even if you’re brushing your teeth—I
will be watching.”

He narrowed his eye, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

“…You’re unwell.”

You smirked like you were born for it. “Unwell and in love, thank you very much.”

Then, with a wicked sparkle, you tossed your last line over your shoulder as you opened the door:

“Goodnight, Mr. Cute Undies.”

Levi groaned audibly.

The door shut behind you before he could retaliate.

But not before you heard him mutter:

“Should’ve thrown her out after the bracelet.”

And yet—
He didn’t take it off.
Not that night.
Not ever.

You said:

I popped in again and I said,"u didn't remove the bracelet right?" "Alright , uk i love you"

ChatGPT said:

One Last Pop-In

—“Still Wearing It”

The door creaked open again.

Levi didn’t even flinch this time—he just stared forward like a man who had seen the war, seen
death, and now had to deal with you.
Your head popped in with that same mischievous glint, hair slightly tousled from the hallway breeze,
voice laced in mock suspicion.

“You didn’t remove the bracelet, right?”

He slowly turned his head toward you, his arm already raised, wrist extended like he was being
frisked.

“It’s been two minutes.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s enough time for a betrayal, Levi.”

He stared.

You stared back harder.

“…Still on,” he said flatly, holding it up so the soft gold caught the lamplight.

Your expression softened—only slightly—but it was there, flickering in your eyes as you lingered in
the doorway, lips tugging upward just a little.

“Alright,” you said gently.

A pause.

Then you added, softer now, the mischief melting out of your voice like mist:

“…You know I love you, right?”

Levi blinked.

Not stunned.

Not surprised.

Just… quiet.

The kind of quiet that spoke volumes.

His voice, when it came, was barely louder than a breath.

“…Yeah.”

Another pause.

Then his eye met yours—serious, steady.

“I know.”

You smiled.

Not like a queen.

Not like a soldier.

Just you.

“Good.”
Then you disappeared into the hall again.
And this time, you didn’t come back.

Not because the moment had ended—

But because it was still with you.
Wrist, heart, and all.

You said:

And then it was the next morning and I was still asleep in my room but sasha was in my room and
there was booze , lots of empty mugs and bottles, Something really violent had happened last night
and we both slept dead and we didn't wake up until Armin and haruto found us and had to wake us
up they were the ones who put us down to bed but then sasha came to my room and we drank like
hell and now we didn't wake up, they were trying to clear everything before levi or erwin got to
know, levi hadn't visited my room cuz him and erwin were busy for our departure and I was also
under the supervision of levi , erwin and hange except that hange was not here (improvise the scene
make it chaotic and funny)

ChatGPT said:

The Morning After the Storm

—“This Is Why You’re Both Supervised”

The sun was far too bright for anyone’s wellbeing.

Especially yours.

You were sprawled face-down across your futon like a fallen queen after a diplomatic assassination
attempt. Sasha was draped half on the floor, half across your legs, snoring into an empty bread
basket. There were mugs. So many mugs. Empty bottles. Three corks impaled on your hairpin. A
suspicious puddle of what might’ve been plum wine glistening on your travel cloak like a war crime.

Armin stood in the doorway, holding a broom like it was a bayonet, frozen in horror.

Haruto stood behind him, arms crossed, whispering like they’d stumbled onto a crime scene.

“…We put them to bed,” Haruto said. “We tucked them in.”

Armin’s voice cracked. “I tucked her in myself.”

Haruto muttered, “Then she got back up. And dragged Sasha with her.”

In the corner, Mochi was hiding inside your spare boot.

Armin tiptoed in, immediately tripping over a knocked-over bottle labeled Cursed Rice Brew — Do
Not Use Without Priest. He barely caught himself before his knee hit the spilled trail of dried pickles
lining the floor like ceremonial salt.

“Gods, what even is this,” Armin whispered in despair.

“Sasha,” Haruto hissed, gently shaking her shoulder. “Sasha, wake up. This is a diplomatic hotel, not a
bandit hideout!”

Sasha snorted and rolled over, mumbling, “I didn’t eat the pigeon… it flew away…”
Armin grabbed a tray and started frantically scooping up shot glasses. “We need to get this cleaned
now. If Levi sees this, he’s going to have a stroke. If Erwin sees it, he’ll start reciting ethics.”

“Worse,” Haruto groaned. “He’ll write a report.”

Just then you stirred, one eye cracking open like a haunted relic.

“…Armin?”

“Yes, hi, good morning, please don’t move too fast.”

You tried to lift your head and immediately groaned. “Why do my boots smell like vinegar…”

“Because you used them as an ice bucket!” Armin hissed, holding up a mug with your name carved
into it. “And this says ‘Queen’s Cup of Doom!’ Why is that a thing?!”

Haruto was already chucking the bottles into a sack. “Hurry, before Levi or Erwin finishes their
logistics meeting.”

You blinked slowly, reaching blindly for a blanket, and accidentally grabbed a wine-soaked napkin.

“…Tell Levi I was meditating,” you croaked.

Sasha lifted her head, eyes bloodshot. “Tell Erwin I was possessed.”

Armin nearly dropped the entire tray.

“No one’s telling anyone anything,” he gasped. “We’re getting this clean, you two are brushing your
hair, and no one speaks of this again.”

You grinned, half-delirious.

“Armin?”

“What.”

“I love being under your supervision.”

He glared at you, utterly betrayed.

And then from down the hallway—

Levi’s voice.

“Where the hell is Maddy?!”

Everyone froze.

Haruto paled. Armin’s soul left his body.

Sasha flopped face-first onto the futon like a corpse.

And you?

You raised a mug still half-full, smiled faintly, and whispered:

“…Tell him I’m still meditating.”

You said:

Continue and take the scene forward

ChatGPT said:

The Levi Threat Approaches

—“Deploy Operation: Hide the Booze”

Levi’s voice echoed again, closer this time, sharp and unmistakably not in the mood for spiritual
excuses.

“Armin? Haruto? Where the hell are you?”

Armin grabbed the nearest curtain and practically yeeted it over the table to hide the cluster of
mugs. “Haruto, window! Sasha, play dead! Maddy, do not say a single thing unless it's ‘I slept early,
sir!’”

Sasha made a garbled noise from the futon, still face-down.

Haruto was stuffing bottles into a satchel like he was disarming bombs. “We should’ve burned this
room!”

“WHY didn’t we burn this room?!”

“Because I’m a doctor, not a war criminal!”

You, very unhelpfully, sipped from the remaining half-glass you found behind your pillow.

Armin turned, saw it, and hissed through gritted teeth, “Are you drinking?!”

You shrugged. “Hair of the dog.”

“You are the dog!”

Suddenly—three quick knocks. Tap tap tap.

Too late.

Levi's voice.

“Maddy. I know you’re awake. You had better not be—”

He slid the door open.

There was a moment of complete silence.

Levi stood in the doorway, one brow slowly lifting as he took in the absolute battlefield: the alcohol-
scented air, Sasha’s unconscious body in a bread basket, your wildly unbrushed hair, Armin’s terrified
freeze-frame pose mid-tray dump, and Haruto trying to casually lean against a sake-stained wall like
this was all part of a strategy.

You slowly turned your head, wiped your mouth, and gave Levi the most innocent, diplomatic smile
in your arsenal.

“Good morning, Heichou,” you said, in your softest, royal-neutral tone. “We were… bonding.”

Levi looked you dead in the eyes. Then looked at Armin.

Armin looked like he was about to cry.

“…Bonding,” Levi repeated.

Haruto cleared his throat. “...Spiritually.”

Levi’s eye narrowed. “Sasha’s hugging a loofah.”

Sasha raised her head, confused. “Did we win?”

Levi closed his eye for a slow, long moment. When he opened it again, he looked directly at you.

“You’re lucky we’re leaving today,” he said flatly. “Because if we weren’t, I’d throw you into a cold
bath, her into a food crate, and make Armin rewrite military protocol from memory.”

You blinked innocently. “So… that’s a ‘no’ to breakfast?”

He turned on his heel, muttering, “Five minutes. I want you dressed, packed, and sobered up. Or I
swear—”

“Love you too, Heichou~” you called sweetly as the door shut behind him.

Haruto groaned into his hands. “We’re all going to die.”

Sasha rolled over. “Worth it.”

And Armin?

Armin just collapsed into a chair, tray still in hand, muttering to himself—

“…I gave up academia for this.”

You said:

Levi informed erwin about the chaos cuz I was still under the supervision of levi, erwin and
hange(hange is not here in hizuru don't keep her in the scene) After levi informed erwin about my
booze and sasha, erwin came to my room ,(improvise the scene )

ChatGPT said:

Enter the Danchou

—“The Queen’s Hangover Council”

Ten minutes after Levi’s dramatic exit, the room was still a battlefield of half-cleaned chaos.

You had made some progress—your hair was… brushed (debatably), Sasha was upright and sipping
water like it was the blood of the gods, Armin had managed to hide most of the evidence under a
decorative throw blanket, and Haruto had wiped the wine stains off your boots with surgical
precision.

And just when you thought the worst was over—

Knock knock.

A pause.

Then the unmistakably calm, commanding voice:

“Maddy. It’s Erwin.”

You all froze.

Armin: dropped the tray.
Haruto: muttered a prayer.
Sasha: gasped, “Save the bread!”
You: “Oh no. He knows.”

The door slid open with terrifying serenity.

Erwin stepped in, composed as always—clean uniform, polished boots, hair exactly one degree off
from formal due to travel. His expression was unreadable, that classic look of I am both disappointed
and amused, and you will not know which until I speak.

He surveyed the room. Eyes swept past the stacked mugs under the blanket, the faint scent of sweet
rice wine still clinging to the air, your definitely-not-queenly posture as you tried to look composed in
your wrinkled travel clothes.

And then his eyes landed on you.

You straightened like a schoolchild caught passing notes during a war strategy meeting.

“Danchou,” you said, nodding regally.

Erwin raised an eyebrow. “Levi said you were—how did he put it—drenched in disgrace and alcohol,
possibly dead, but not worth reviving yet.”

You cleared your throat. “That was… a slight exaggeration.”

“I’m looking at Sasha curled around a sake bottle like it’s her firstborn.”

Sasha, without missing a beat: “His name is Kazuhiro.”

Haruto buried his face in his hands.

Erwin exhaled slowly, then turned back to you.

“Maddy… you’re under my supervision, and Levi’s. And while I admire your capacity to destabilize an
empire with or without sobriety, this—” he gestured at the room, at everything “—is pushing it.”

“I understand,” you said solemnly. “I accept full responsibility.”

Armin stepped forward. “Actually, I—”

You shoved a hand in front of him. “Full. Responsibility.”

Erwin walked in further, arms crossed, the slight twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth
betraying him.

“I was going to tell you that your ride to the docks leaves in twenty minutes.”

Everyone froze again.

“Twenty?” Armin croaked.

“Levi wanted to leave in ten. I bought you ten more,” Erwin added with a hint of mercy.

You blinked. “Why?”

“Because I remember what it’s like to wake up from your kind of drinking.”
You stood slowly, groaning a little, and saluted with the grace of a hungover royal who’d just been
spared death by Danchou wrath.

“You are… a benevolent leader.”

He gave you a long, amused look. “And you are a diplomatic disaster waiting to happen.”

You saluted harder.

Then Erwin turned, already walking toward the door. “You have nineteen minutes. Be ready. Or Levi
will drag you onto that ship by your ankles.”

The door shut behind him.

Sasha turned to you.

“Did… did he just forgive us?”

You nodded, wiping your forehead. “No. He just reminded us he’s seen worse.”

Haruto looked at the ceiling. “Why is that more terrifying?”

Armin checked the time and groaned, “Because it means he’s planning for it.”

And the clock began to tick.

Nineteen minutes.
To erase a night of booze, bread, betrayal—and prepare for Levi’s wrath at sea.

You said:

"Hey armin why are we going to the docks again, i thought we were leaving by plane?"

ChatGPT said:

Logistics and Leftovers

—“Wait… We’re Not Flying?”

You blinked blearily, halfway through trying to wrangle your cloak over your still-hungover body
when a thought finally—finally—registered.

You turned toward Armin, who was currently tying a bundle of confiscated sake bottles together like
it was explosive ordinance.

“Hey, Armin,” you croaked, still holding one boot in your hand. “Why are we going to the docks
again? I thought… we were leaving by plane?”

Armin paused mid-knot, shoulders stiffening like you’d just told him Sasha ate the flight crew.

“…Oh right,” he muttered.

Haruto stopped mid-roll of a bandage. “Wait. Wait wait wait—she’s right. We are leaving by plane,
aren’t we?”

Sasha perked up from the futon, eyes wide. “Oh thank the walls, I thought I was gonna puke
overboard again—”

Armin turned slowly, eyes narrowing as realization dawned.

“That means…” he muttered.

You blinked. “That means…?”

Armin’s expression turned pale.

“That means we’re meeting at the docks… because we’re being escorted to the airfield by sea.”

You stared.

Sasha stared harder.

“…Are you telling me,” you said, voice dangerously slow, “that I have to get on a boat while hungover
before getting on a plane?”

Armin, already regretting his existence: “Yes.”

Sasha let out a sound that can only be described as a dying horse.

Haruto just sat down. “We’re all going to throw up on the dignitaries, aren’t we.”

You dramatically clutched your forehead. “Levi knew. He knew exactly what would happen. He
planned for this.”

Armin looked sick. “Erwin too. That’s why he bought us ten more minutes. To suffer.”

You stood, cloak half on, one boot missing, eyes ablaze with betrayal. “They’re testing us. This is a
loyalty trial disguised as transportation.”

Sasha rolled into a blanket. “I didn’t sign up for this…”

Armin looked toward the door. “You better put that boot on, Maddy. If Levi finds out you’re barefoot
again, he’ll duct-tape shoes to your feet.”

You hissed through your teeth. “Remind me to declare war on the docks once we’re back.”

And the four of you scrambled into organized chaos again—now preparing not just to escape the
wrath of Levi, but to survive a nausea-inducing sea escort with dignity.

Mochi, from your travel crate, made a small thump. Probably laughing.

You said:

"Guys come on move it quickly somebody move mochi and keep him safe somewhere for god's sake
or better Tell the guards outside to give him to erwin or levi" after everything was clean haruto took
sasha to her room so that she could bath and i took bath in a surprisingly speedy way with the help
of an assistant whom Armin had sent

ChatGPT said:

Departure Drill: Level Emergency

—“Mochi Protocol and Speed Queen Mode”

You clapped your hands twice like a furious general with a hangover crown.

“Guys, come on—move it!” you barked. “Somebody move Mochi and keep him safe, for god’s sake!”
Armin turned mid-sprint while trying to shove a blanket into a laundry bag. “I’m trying! I can’t leave a
royal bunny in the wine crate, Maddy!”

“Then tell the guards outside to give him to Erwin!” you snapped, tugging your travel tunic over your
head while hopping on one foot to find your boot. “Or Levi! Or Ymir herself! Just get him out of
here!”

Haruto, already halfway to the door, scooped Mochi up like a bomb with ears. “On it. Mochi’s going
to the most responsible adult we have access to.”

“So… Erwin?” Armin called.

“Obviously Erwin!” you and Haruto yelled in unison.

Two Minutes Later

The room was cleared. The evidence? Erased. Sasha was upright—barely.

Haruto reappeared at the door, out of breath. “Guards took the bunny. I told them to hand him
directly to the Commander. Used the phrase ‘do not let Heichou get near the rabbit without briefing.’
They looked terrified enough to follow orders.”

“Perfect,” you gasped, already stripping your travel shirt off as you shuffled into the washroom.
“Haruto, take Sasha to her room. She reeks like rebellion.”

Haruto grunted, grabbed Sasha by the arm like a defeated soldier, and began guiding her down the
hall. “Come on, wine goblin. You need water and soap.”

“I was the queen of rice brew,” she muttered proudly.

“Not anymore,” Haruto muttered. “Now you’re my problem.”

Meanwhile, In the Washroom

You had barely stepped in when your bath assistant arrived—a small, serious-looking woman sent by
Armin who looked like she had seen some things.

“No talking. Clothes off. Sit down. Water now.”

And that’s exactly how it went.

Steam filled the air, and you were scrubbed like a rusted sword before a royal inspection. She yanked
a comb through your hair with the discipline of a field medic. You were dried, dressed, and
reassembled in record time. Honestly, it was terrifying.

“...Do you work for Levi?” you wheezed as she tied your sash.

“I trained under a Hizuru military nurse,” she said without blinking.

“That explains everything.”

By the time Armin opened the door to check if you were still alive, you were already stepping out,
fully dressed, hair damp but tied back, cloak fastened, and eyes glowing like a commander returning
from war.
He blinked in genuine awe.

“You look… like a queen again.”

You raised a brow. “That’s because I am. Now—where’s Levi? I need to look completely innocent
before he starts yelling again.”

You said:

Armin took me to levi and the first thing i asked him was about the bracelet (improvise)

ChatGPT said:

The Confrontation Corridor

—“Bracelet Check: Priority One”

You marched beside Armin with the composure of someone absolutely pretending they hadn’t been
horizontal in a puddle of booze thirty minutes ago.

Armin, holding your travel notes like a bureaucratic shield, cleared his throat awkwardly. “He’s up
ahead. With Erwin. They’re checking manifests.”

You didn’t answer.

You had one goal.
One mission.
And it sparkled.

As soon as you spotted him—Levi, standing near the Hizuru transport officers, clipboard in hand,
voice low and authoritative—you made a beeline.

No hesitation.

The wind caught your cloak dramatically as you approached, stopping two paces from him like a
soldier about to demand reparations.

Levi didn’t even look up.

“You’re late.”

“Bracelet check,” you snapped.

That made him glance up. Slowly. Eye narrowed.

You pointed at his wrist. “Lift it. Now.”

Levi stared at you. The entire dock seemed to hold its breath. A Hizuru attendant slowly slid behind a
crate for cover.

“…Are you seriously doing this here?” he muttered.

“I said what I said.”

Levi sighed so hard the waves nearly shifted.

But—he lifted his arm.

The sleeve slipped back, and there it was.

Your bracelet.

Still perfectly in place.

Your eyes lit up like sunrise on a battlefield. “Yes! Still on. You passed.”

Levi muttered under his breath, “I should’ve taken it off just to spite you.”

“But you didn’t,” you grinned, leaning in just slightly. “You like it.”

“I tolerate it.”

“You adore it.”

“You were passed out in a crime scene.”

“And yet here I stand—victorious and radiant.”

Levi blinked slowly. “…You reek of citrus shampoo.”

“Efficient assistant. Armin’s doing.”

Levi glanced over your shoulder, where Armin was trying to slowly back away and pretend he wasn’t
involved.

“I’ll have words with him later,” Levi muttered.

You rocked on your heels, smug and satisfied. “Just admit it. You wore the bracelet because you knew
I’d check.”

His silence was answer enough.

You smirked, stepping beside him, your voice lowering just enough.

“Thanks for keeping it on.”

He didn’t look at you, but his reply came quiet, rough, and almost drowned out by the seagulls:

“…Didn’t want you thinking I’d throw it away.”

And with that, he turned back to the manifest—

—but not before you caught the tiniest flicker of red dusting his ear.

Victory: yours. Again.

You said:

"oh my god levi, no wayyy" "I forgot to get hange a kimono and a souvenir"

ChatGPT said:

The Real Crisis

—“You Forgot Who?!”

You suddenly froze mid-step, hands halfway to your cloak as your brain hit the emotional brakes with
all the subtlety of a collapsing tower.

Your mouth dropped open.

“Oh my god, Levi—no wayyy.”

He looked up sharply, already bracing. “What now.”

You grabbed his sleeve like the world had ended.

“I forgot—” you gasped, eyes wide with horror, “—I forgot to get Hange a kimono. And a souvenir.”

Levi stared at you.

“…You bought a kimono for Historia’s rabbit daughter,” he said flatly, “but not for Hange.”

“I panicked!” you squeaked, already spiraling. “There were too many options! There were florals,
there were geometrics, there were ones with sea dragons, and Sasha distracted me with a discount
section!”

Armin, who had just arrived holding a checklist, physically flinched. “You forgot Hange? That’s…
bold.”

You turned to Levi, eyes wide. “Do you think she’ll know?!”

“She’ll know,” Levi said, dead serious. “Hange could smell a forgotten gift three continents away.”

“Oh no—oh no no no.” You gripped your head. “She’s gonna throw a frog at me, isn’t she?”

“Best-case scenario,” Armin muttered.

Levi folded his arms, clearly savoring the moment. “You know she’s keeping a ledger, right? Every
time someone brings her back a gift or doesn’t.”

“She does not!”

“She told me last week you were ‘currently at 11 gift points, but slipping.’”

You looked like you’d been stabbed through the chest with a guilt dagger forged by Hange herself.

“I bought Historia’s husband a souvenir, Levi. Albert. I don’t even like Albert that much.”

“You also bought kimonos for Clara, Mai, and Aiko’s cousin,” Armin added helpfully.

You glared. “Don’t you help right now.”

Levi let out a low exhale, rubbing his temple. “Well, she’s not here. You’ve got about 10 hours before
she teleports out of sheer spite.”

You gasped. “The gift shop near the airfield—”

“No,” Levi said instantly. “We are not delaying the flight for a guilt kimono.”

“Then we have to send someone back!”

“No one’s going back, Maddy.”

“…Can Mochi deliver it if we write a tag and tie it to him like a carrier pigeon?”

Armin choked.

Levi sighed so hard the gods probably felt it.

“She’s going to dissect you.”

You looked around, wild and panicked. “Armin, what’s the fastest apology we can craft using two
scarves, a bag of dried apricots, and a poetic message?”

“Seven haikus or death,” Armin muttered, already pulling out a notepad.

Levi turned back to the manifest, shaking his head.

“This is what happens,” he muttered, “when I take one day off from babysitting.”

You said:

"Im going to get a kimono, Armin ur gonna come with me on the horse yes in the middle of the
streets alright?? Come on!! Levi you can kill me on the ship or on the plane later, im sorry" with that I
grabbed Armin and stormed off and immediately went out and asked the hizuru attendant to get me
a horse from their stable and i ride with horse and Armin is beside me and we are going at a
terrifying speed on the streets to the same kimono place we went yesterday (improvise the whole
scene)

ChatGPT said:

Operation: Emergency Kimono

—“Ride of Shame and Honor”

You spun on your heel like a storm given legs, cloak flying dramatically behind you.

“I’m going to get a kimono,” you declared.

Levi raised his head, that infamous dead-eyed stare already sharpening. “Don’t you—”

You pointed at him mid-jog, already grabbing Armin by the arm. “Levi, you can kill me on the ship or
on the plane—later. I accept my fate.”

“Why am I involved?!” Armin squeaked, already being dragged.

“Because you’re the most trustworthy, the least likely to let me buy another sea-dragon kimono, and
because I need a witness if I die doing this.”

“Wha—”

“No time, mount up!”

Outside the Residence

You slammed into the gates, hair wild, eyes blazing, dragging a breathless Armin behind you.

Two Hizuru attendants straightened instantly as you shouted, “GET ME A HORSE! Something fast, but
not suicidal. Maybe suicidal. I can handle it.”

Armin waved desperately at them. “Two horses! Or one. Probably one. I don’t know what’s
happening!”

The attendants, trained in the fine art of obeying chaos royalty, sprinted without question.

Moments later, a tall, sleek dark stallion with a white blaze down its face was brought out. It looked
majestic. It looked unbothered.
You mounted in one swing, grabbing the reins with one hand, eyes wild.

“Armin, on. We ride together.”

“I—I study military logistics, not this!!” Armin shouted as he scrambled up behind you.

You kicked off hard, and the horse bolted through the open gates.

The Streets of Hizuru

You were flying. Literally weaving through the cobbled roads like an actual royal menace. Market
stalls blurred past. Paper lanterns trembled. An old man shouted “THE PHANTOM RIDES AGAIN!!”
and Armin screeched something about laws and dignity and horses not being motorcycles!

“Where is it?!” you yelled over the wind. “Where’s the store?!”

“Turn right after the dumpling cart!” Armin shouted, clinging for dear life. “NO—OTHER RIGHT!”

You veered so sharply, a pair of vendors screamed and ducked, scattering flower petals and steamed
buns in your wake.

“WE’RE ALMOST THERE!” Armin cried.

“GODS, I love this city!” you screamed, euphoric, hair trailing like a war banner.

The Kimono Store – Impact Landing

You skidded to a stop so hard the stallion puffed in complaint and Armin slumped off the back,
clinging to a decorative lantern for support.

You stormed into the store, slamming your hands on the counter.

The same two attendants from last night froze.

“Emergency kimono,” you declared. “One. For a woman. Age: forever. Occupation: science and
chaos. Eyes: madness. Heart: full of frogs. Name: Hange. You have thirty seconds. Show me
everything.”

The younger attendant screamed “THE FROG LADY?!” and bolted to the back.

Armin stumbled in behind you. “Do not let her pick one with moving parts!”

And so began the most urgent shopping spree in Hizuru’s history.

The fate of your friendship—and possibly your kneecaps—depended on it.

You said:

And they gave me a beautiful kimono and we took it paid for it and went out to get some nice pairs
of glasses and hair accessories to go with the kimono (improvise the whole scene)

ChatGPT said:

The Redemption Run

—“Kimonos, Glasses, and Glory”
The younger attendant returned in a full sprint, cradling a folded kimono in his arms like it was a
newborn dragon egg.

He unfurled it before you with theatrical flair—

And you actually gasped.

The fabric was a deep indigo, almost black, rippling with embroidered threads of gold and green that
formed winding vines and—yes—tiny frogs perched like silent sentinels along the hem. The sleeves
were wide, the collar was dramatic, and the whole thing screamed: chaotic genius in formalwear.

Armin, slightly leaning on a rack for support, blinked. “That’s… that’s actually perfect.”

“I know,” you whispered, reverent. “It’s her. It’s her soul in cotton.”

You didn’t even haggle.

You paid in full from your personal stash—thankfully untouched by last night’s war against sobriety—
and tucked the kimono carefully into the fabric wrap the attendant handed you, bowing in gratitude
like you’d just saved the nation.

But your hand was already in motion. “We’re not done.”

Armin looked like he wanted to lie down in traffic. “We’re not?!”

“We need glasses. And hair stuff. If I’m going to survive this, it has to be a full set.”

Five Minutes Later – The Optic Boutique

You burst into the eyewear shop like a noble on a mission.

A dignified elderly woman behind the counter blinked slowly. “May I help—?”

“Yes,” you interrupted. “Science goddess. Lenses that say ‘I haven’t slept in four days but I can still
outsmart your entire lineage.’”

She nodded solemnly. “Ah. The ‘Cursed Scholar’ line. This way.”

Armin whispered behind you, “What is this city…”

You tried on a few frames with rapid precision—until you held up a pair of sleek circular gold-rimmed
glasses with clear violet-tinted lenses.

You turned to Armin. “Well?”

“You look like you’re about to diagnose someone with terminal foolishness,” he said.

“Perfect. Wrap it.”

Ten Minutes Later – Hair Accessories Shop

Now in your third store, your eyes locked onto a delicate silver hairpin shaped like a tiny scalpel
crossed with a gear. The attendant told you it was designed for doctors.

“Even better,” you muttered. “She’ll stab someone with it while explaining cellular decay.”
Armin just stared. “I don’t even know what you’re buying anymore.”

You added a second hair comb shaped like a frog with a monocle—because Hange would never
forgive you if you didn’t.

With everything wrapped and stacked in your arms, you stormed out into the streets of Hizuru like a
woman reborn.

Hair wild, cloak flying, frog-themed luxury packed in hand.

You turned to Armin, smiling so wide it almost scared him.

“NOW we can go back.”

Armin blinked. “So… no nap?”

“Nap? Armin. I just outran Levi’s wrath and Hange’s vengeance. This—” you held up the frog hairpin
like a sword—“is our victory flag.”

And with that, you mounted the horse again, prizes secured, hair blazing in the wind.

You had survived the war.

Now all that was left…

Was facing Levi.

You said:

And we stormed off directly to the docks, where levi, erwin, sasha, haruto, kiyomi and everybody has
just arrived, we were going towards the docks at a terrifying speed, and they saw me and Armin on
the horse (improve the whole scene)

ChatGPT said:

The Return of the Chaotic Riders

—“Docking with Style (and Regret)”

The dock was alive with motion—soldiers loading the final crates, Hizuru guards checking manifests,
Kiyomi standing with regal calm near the airship ramp, Erwin discussing protocol with a clipboard-
bearing officer, and Levi… already tapping his foot like he was plotting your funeral logistics.

Sasha, wrapped in a clean cloak with wet hair and a loaf of bread in one hand, blinked lazily as she
joined the group, chewing mid-step.

Haruto stood beside her, arms crossed, eyes squinting toward the far end of the street.

“...Is that… hooves?” he asked.

Kiyomi raised an eyebrow. “Are we expecting cavalry?”

Erwin looked up from his clipboard, sharp gaze narrowing.

Levi, who had just opened his mouth to ask where the hell you were, froze mid-breath.

And then—

Thunder.
You and Armin came barreling around the corner at a speed typically reserved for warfront
evacuations and divine judgment. Your cloak flew behind you like the flag of a rogue nation. Armin
was clutching your waist with the expression of a man who had just made peace with death.

You pulled the reins hard, the horse rearing dramatically, hooves crashing onto the dock with a
deafening clack.

Crates rattled. Dignitaries gasped.

You grinned like a madwoman, holding up the beautifully wrapped kimono bundle like it was a
trophy stolen from heaven.

“SUCCESSFUL DELIVERY!” you shouted over the crowd.

Armin slid halfway off the horse, clutching the saddle. “I want to go home.”

Levi stepped forward slowly.

“So…” he said, voice low, too calm. “You rode a horse through the capital… with the tactician of our
nation on your back… to buy a kimono.”

“For Hange,” you said brightly, dismounting with flair. “And matching accessories.”

He blinked.

Kiyomi, ever composed, tilted her head. “An interesting choice of exit.”

Sasha clapped enthusiastically. “I vote we travel like this everywhere!”

Erwin approached, expression somewhere between amused and trying very hard to stay
professional. “Did you at least succeed?”

You handed him the bundle like you were handing off a baby.

“Behold: chaos-certified frog-themed kimono, elite glasses, murder-hairpin.”

Erwin looked at it, then at you. “You may live.”

Haruto gave you a flat look. “Barely.”

Levi’s eye twitched. “You're lucky I'm too exhausted to yell.”

You grinned wider. “Then I definitely win today.”

He crossed his arms. “Wait until we’re airborne. I’m sitting next to you.”

Armin let out a quiet whimper.

And as the boarding call echoed across the dock, you saluted your squad, dusted off your boots, and
walked toward the ship—victorious, slightly insane, and, once again…

Unstoppably you.

You said:

I glanced back over my shoulders looked at them and said,"and i did all of this whole being crazily
hungover" (hey we are in docks why does the response have airship in it, Armin said we had to go to
the airfield by sea)
ChatGPT said:

Dockside Declaration
—“Hungover, Horseback, and Unholy Talent”

Just as the others began turning back toward the ship that would carry everyone by sea toward the
airfield—Levi grumbling, Sasha still clapping, Erwin pinching the bridge of his nose—you paused.

Mid-step.

Your boots scuffed against the dock as you turned your head slowly, glancing over your shoulder with
the smug grace of a woman who’d just tamed chaos and a horse in the same hour.

You grinned. Hair windswept. Eyes glittering with residual adrenaline and questionable sanity.

“And,” you announced proudly, loud enough for everyone to hear, “I did all of this… while being
crazily hungover.”

Silence.

A fish flopped somewhere off the pier.

Kiyomi blinked. “…Incredible.”

Sasha gasped and dropped her bread.

Armin sighed, climbing off the horse like a man returning from war. “She made me ride through a
street parade hungover too. Please someone arrest her.”

Haruto muttered, “She’s not under arrest. We’re under her supervision, somehow.”

Erwin stared at you with the unblinking calm of someone mentally drafting a 40-page debrief report
titled Why We Don’t Let Royalty Near Horses.

Levi just shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and muttered, “If you throw up on the ship, I’m
throwing you off it.”

You winked. “Then I guess I’ll just have to aim away from you.”

And with that final line, you turned back around—cloak swaying behind you like the war banner of a
legendary messmaker—and strode toward the boat.

Triumphant. Hungover. Legendary.

Hange’s gift secured.

Your dignity? …Debatable.
But your place in history?

Sealed.

You said:

And we all went on the ship, and waved the hizurus (improvise and take the scene forward)

ChatGPT said:

Setting Sail for Paradise

—“The Goodbye That Shook the Docks”
The ropes were untied, the sails adjusted, and the final crates secured as the ship creaked under its
weight—ready to depart from the Hizuru docks.

You stood at the railing with Sasha on one side, clutching Mochi like he was the ship’s mascot, and
Armin on the other, holding onto the safety line like it might save him from the emotional scars you’d
given him in the last hour.

Levi, arms crossed, stood a few paces behind you, silent but absolutely watching—because he knew
you’d do something dramatic. He just didn’t know when.

Kiyomi stood on the dock, regal and unmoved, flanked by her officials. The Hizuru attendants—the
very ones who had guided, tolerated, and barely survived your group’s whirlwind diplomacy—were
lined beside her. One of them was still wearing a frog hairpin you’d sneakily gifted as a token of war-
forged friendship.

As the boat began to drift back from the pier, the gap growing slowly between your crew and the
land, you raised a hand high above your head.

“Thank you, Hizuru!” you shouted, your voice echoing across the water. “For the gifts, the drinks, the
sales, and the excessive tolerance of my behavior!”

Sasha raised Mochi’s paw and made him wave. “He says bye too!”

Haruto muttered, “He probably says help.”

Kiyomi gave you a graceful bow—silent, composed—but the faintest flicker of a smirk pulled at her
lips.

Erwin, beside Levi now, nodded firmly toward the delegation. “We leave with progress.”

Levi grunted. “We leave with less patience.”

Armin leaned on the railing, looking back at the city fading behind you. “And we leave with stories I’ll
never recover from.”

You turned to the squad as the wind picked up, blowing your hair back as the sea embraced the hull.

“Next stop,” you said, “the airfield. Then home.”

Sasha groaned. “Do we have to fly?”

You looked at her. “Would you prefer another horse ride?”

She went pale instantly. “Plane it is.”

And as the ship pulled farther from the dock, you looked ahead at the open water—

Your hands gripping the railing, your kimono purchases secured, your bracelet still shining faintly on
Levi’s wrist in your peripheral vision.

It was chaos.
It was beautiful.
It was you.

And you were heading home.

You said:
All was good until, levi was lecturing me and sasha and especially me alongside erwin. He asked us
what happened last night before sasha came to my room(improvise), ofcourse we didn't remember
so haruto and Armin stepped in to answer that....when I(me) was going to my room probably after
meeting levi, I met sasha who was gonna go out to get some fresh air and two officials mocked us
about drinking game and to prove them wrong we went and Armin and haruto who happened to be
near by followed us for safety and we won the battle and they put us in our room(improvise). By now
even the hizuru guys felt bad for me and sasha, cuz we were being scolded while looking beautiful
with red eyes Gradually felt really weird cuz of all the hungover, i managed and looked fine but sasha
looked terrible yet beautiful but our eyes were red like hell(improvise)

ChatGPT said:

The Lecture on Deck

—“Hangovers, Hypocrisy, and Heroism”

The sea wind was gentle, the waves soft, and the ship rocked with a rhythm that should’ve been
peaceful.

It should’ve been.

Except Levi was lecturing.

And not just lecturing, but entering what Sasha once called his “cold-blooded captain mode,”
complete with arms crossed, brow furrowed, and that disappointed-but-deeply-invested tone he
reserved for either war briefings or you specifically.

You and Sasha stood at attention near the railing, your eyes red and puffy, your souls still barely
functioning from the Booze Apocalypse the night before. But you were beautiful. In that tragic-
heroine-holding-it-together kind of way. Windswept. Cloak adjusted just enough to look presentable.
Eyes glassy but still defiant.

Sasha? She looked like she had been struck by lightning and resurrected by bread. Her hair was
barely tied, her face pale, eyes bloodshot red like she’d wrestled a volcano, and yet—somehow—still
radiant in that “I would die for this woman but I do not trust her with policy” sort of way.

Levi paced in front of both of you slowly like a warden with a grudge.

“So let me get this straight,” he said, voice low and absolutely surgical. “You came back half-dead,
somehow drank more, and then turned your supervised diplomatic suite into a liquor pit.”

Erwin stood beside him, arms folded, gaze unreadable—but watching you like a parent waiting to
hear which child broke the vase.

You opened your mouth. Sasha raised a finger.

“…What happened before Sasha came to your room?” Levi asked. “I want every detail. Now.”

You both blinked.

Then looked at each other.

Then back at Levi.

“…I genuinely don’t remember,” you said slowly.

Sasha added, “Neither do I. I think there was a pigeon at some point.”

Levi’s stare could’ve cut stone.

That’s when Haruto stepped in, face already pinched in irritation. “Right. That’s our cue.”

Armin sighed, stepping up beside him like this was a regular routine. “We were there.”

Haruto nodded. “Unfortunately.”

Armin adjusted his glasses. “It started after Maddy came back from seeing you, Levi. Sasha was
heading out for air. They bumped into each other.”

“There were two older officials nearby,” Haruto continued, voice dry. “They made a remark about
your little… ‘drinking game heroics.’”

“Insinuated you couldn’t hold your liquor, weren’t as tough as the rumors,” Armin said, glancing
between you and Sasha.

You blinked. “Wait, is that why we…?”

Sasha tilted her head. “Oh. That does sound like me.”

“They took it personally,” Haruto deadpanned. “Very personally. Challenged them right then and
there. Outside the inn. We followed to make sure they didn’t drown in a barrel.”

“Which was smart,” Armin added, “because they won.”

Haruto sighed. “Then collapsed. We carried them to bed like royal corpses.”

There was a pause.

Levi stared at you. Then at Sasha. Then at the sky, as if contemplating diving into the ocean.

Even Erwin looked slightly stunned. “You started a public drinking war to defend your honor… while
already drunk.”

You saluted weakly. “Paradise’s pride, sir.”

Sasha raised a finger again. “And we won.”

“You also wept on the floor about not having a pet llama,” Haruto added with a dead look.

“I… what?” you gasped.

Levi slowly rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Why are you under our supervision again?”

Sasha turned to you and whispered, “Do we look like we’re being scolded… or executed?”

You turned your head slightly, cloak flaring dramatically in the wind, and whispered back, “We look
glorious. Our eyes are red, Sasha. Like war heroines.”

The Hizuru officials standing nearby—even they looked sympathetic. One whispered to the other,
“They look like guilty angels.”

Another nodded solemnly. “Tragic beauty. But chaotic.”

Levi finally turned away from you both with a muttered, “I’m going to report this to Hange.”

You and Sasha locked eyes.

Then you both saluted like warriors freshly shamed.

“Worth it,” you whispered.

“Always,” she whispered back.

And the ship sailed on—carrying your glorious hangovers and scandalous victories straight toward
the next catastrophe.

You said:

And then slowly the hungover got worse cuz we were on the ship, sasha looked like she was about to
die i looked fine barely managed until levi asked me about me with sarcasm (improvise)(Kiyomi is not
on the ship)

ChatGPT said:

Sea Sickness & Sarcasm

—“Captain’s Concern (But Not Really)”

The ship had been at sea for less than an hour, and whatever ounce of composure you were clinging
to was now hanging by a fraying thread. You were standing, technically. Hair tidy, cloak fastened,
expression somewhat dignified—but internally? You were fighting for your damn life.

Sasha?
Sasha looked like she had already lost that battle.

She was hunched over a barrel on the lower deck, moaning like a ghost with motion sickness and
regrets. Every time the ship swayed, she clutched the edge of the railing like it owed her money.

“I can feel my soul leaving my body,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Tell it to take me with it,” you murmured, gripping a nearby rope for support.

You had just barely made it to the upper deck again when Levi approached, boots clicking against the
wood like an oncoming storm cloud with judgment in human form.

He stopped next to you, hands tucked in his pockets, casting one sideways glance at your posture—
which was noble in theory and desperately swaying in practice.

“You good?” he asked, voice laced with the driest sarcasm ever known to man. “You look like you’re
thriving.”

You turned your head slowly, blinking through the dizziness like a true professional.

“I am excellently deteriorating, thank you.”

He arched a brow. “Color’s drained, your eye’s twitching, and you’re gripping that rope like you’re
about to fall into the sea. But yeah—clearly in peak health.”

You took a slow, deep breath.

“…If I fall overboard, I want it known that I died defending our nation’s honor in a rice wine duel.”

Levi scoffed. “If you fall overboard, I’m telling Erwin it was intentional.”

You grunted, trying to straighten yourself. “I’m fine.”

“You’re delusional,” he muttered. Then added casually, “Want me to carry you?”

You glared at him through watery, defiant eyes. “I will walk this deck with pride until I collapse
dramatically.”

A few feet away, Sasha groaned, “Tell my bread I loved it…”

Levi looked over at her, then back at you. “How are you the better-looking disaster right now?”

You gave a tired smile. “Because I was born to look like royalty while spiraling.”

He sighed and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it out without a word.

You took it silently, wiping your forehead like a warrior receiving sacred rites.

And then—

You blinked.

“…Levi.”

“What.”

“I think the ship just tilted sideways.”

“It didn’t.”

“Oh good. Then that was me.”

And you slid down the wall with controlled, noble exhaustion.

Levi stared down at you, shook his head once, and muttered:

“Next time we travel, I’m drugging your tea.”

You said:

"Help me, Help me" i yelped , mean while sasha was being taken care by haruto and Armin, erwin
was simply watching us with mochi in his hands now(improvise those whole scene)

ChatGPT said:

Sea Queens in Crisis

—“Help Me, Heichou”

You clutched the side of the ship dramatically as the world tilted—not the actual ship, mind you, but
your brain’s internal gravity had fully betrayed you.

“Help me. Help me!” you yelped, half-sagging down the wooden railing like a royal tragedy mid-
opera.

Levi just stood there. Deadpan. Unmoved. Not even blinking.

“You drank like a titan last night and now you're shocked your body hates you?” he muttered, barely
shifting.

“I’m fragile, Levi,” you croaked, eyes glassy, hand reaching out to him with the desperation of a
theatre actor. “I’m withering like a flower in acid.”
Meanwhile—

Stage Left: Sasha was currently being supported by both Haruto and Armin near a coiled rope pile.
Armin was fanning her with his travel journal while Haruto gently tilted her chin to check her pulse.

Sasha's skin was a shade of “undead porcelain,” her lips murmuring incoherent poetry about soup
and betrayal.

“I can feel my bones… giggling…” she whispered.

“She needs water,” Haruto said urgently.

“She needs an exorcist,” Armin replied.

Stage Right:
Erwin stood at the center of the upper deck, absolutely majestic, hair catching the wind like some
sort of divine judgment figure.

He was holding Mochi in one arm, cradled like a tiny prince, and watching the entire scene unfold as
if it were an amateur theatre performance staged for his entertainment.

You could feel his gaze, that disapproving-yet-somehow-soft look that said “you’re lucky you’re cute
and semi-useful.”

You flopped onto your back, eyes to the sky, and wailed again. “Help meeeeeeeee—”

Levi finally crouched beside you with a groan, like someone being forced to feed a gremlin.

“You want help? Fine.”

He grabbed the back of your cloak and adjusted your posture like he was straightening a sack of
potatoes.

“Sit up. Breathe. Don’t vomit.”

“I make no promises,” you mumbled as you leaned against his side.

“You throw up on me,” Levi muttered, “and I’m tying you to Sasha and dragging you both behind the
ship.”

Erwin, watching silently, finally spoke with his signature terrifying calm:

“Should I start taking notes for the post-mission report? Title it: ‘Diplomats in Disgrace—A Study in
Alcohol and Consequences.’”

You turned your head dramatically toward him. “Put in the footnotes that I still looked amazing.”

He nodded solemnly. “It will be the only redeeming detail.”

Mochi gave a tiny hop in his arms.

Even the bunny looked concerned.

And thus, the ship sailed—carrying its chaos-born royals, seasick champions, bunny liege, and the
very last of Paradise’s diplomatic dignity into the distance.

You said:
I was clutching onto levi like I would die if I didn't hold him, sasha was basically dead And finally we
reached the air fields and sasha and i bolted out of the ship and sat on the ground like it was heaven
(improvise)

ChatGPT said:

Landfall at Last
—“Sweet, Sweet Dirt”

The ship finally pulled into the small dock near the airfield, its hull groaning like even it was tired of
your hangover.

You, on the other hand?

You were clutched to Levi’s arm like your life depended on it—which, at this point, it probably did.
Your fingers dug into the sleeve of his cloak with the same desperation of someone clinging to the
last thread of sanity.

“If I let go,” you whispered weakly, “the sea will take me.”

“It already has,” Levi muttered, completely done with your melodrama.

You blinked at him, eyes glossy and dead serious. “Then bury me with my bracelet on.”

Behind you, Sasha was barely upright, propped between Armin and Haruto like a scarecrow
possessed by soup. Her mouth moved, but no words came out—only soft, broken noises that
sounded vaguely like “never again.”

And then—land.
Sweet, glorious, unmoving land.

The second the ramp lowered, you and Sasha moved with inhuman reflexes.

You bolted down the gangplank at full speed—Sasha wobbling behind like a possessed potato—and
the moment your boots hit the packed earth of the airfield, you both collapsed.

“LANNNNND!” you cried, face pressed to the dirt like it was sacred silk. “I MISSED YOU!”

Sasha rolled beside you, hugging the soil. “I love this ground. I want to marry it.”

Armin jogged down after you, flustered but exhausted. “You’re going to stain your cloaks—”

“I don’t care,” you snapped from the ground. “Let the dirt claim me. I’ve seen things.”

Levi descended calmly behind, hands in his pockets, and stood over you both like a disappointed
father watching his kids fail at breathing.

He nudged you with his boot. “Get up. You’ve got mud on your face.”

“Then let it stay,” you murmured. “Let me become one with the airfield.”

Sasha groaned beside you. “Tell Nicolo… I love him… and I blame the ship.”

Erwin, coming down last with Mochi still in one hand like a calm judgmental deity, looked between
the two of you on the ground and simply said:

“Well. That’s one way to thank our allies.”

Mochi wiggled like he agreed.

You cracked one eye open, dirt on your cheek, dignity long gone.

“But Erwin,” you wheezed, “the earth… is not moving.”

“Small victories,” he said, walking past you both.

Levi sighed. “We’re not even on the plane yet.”

And you laughed hysterically into the dirt because somehow—somehow—this was still better than
that damned ship.

You said:

But the bracelet is not mine it's levis why did i say like that

ChatGPT said:

Correction Accepted
—“Dramatic License Revoked”

You blinked, still sprawled in the dirt, forehead gently smushed against the blessed unmoving ground
—
Then realization hit you like a tactical report upside the head.

You sat up, eyes wide, smacking a hand to your forehead. “Wait, wait—hold on.”

Everyone turned. Armin froze mid-hand-sanitizing. Sasha lifted her head from the ground like a
confused woodland creature. Levi squinted like you were about to say something stupid.

“I said—bury me with my bracelet on.”

Sasha tilted her head. “Yeah?”

“But it’s not mine,” you wailed, pointing dramatically at Levi. “It’s his! I gave it to him! Why would I
say it like that?! That makes no sense!”

There was a pause.

Then Levi muttered without missing a beat, “Because you were delusional. Again.”

You turned to him, dead serious, eyes narrowed. “If I die, Levi, I demand you wear that bracelet
forever. Even if you rem

Arrival: Grounded Glory

—“Land is a Blessing”

You were clinging to Levi like your life actually depended on the physical contact, arms looped
around his like a vine that had decided to become sentient. One wrong jolt and you'd have either
collapsed or flung yourself into the sea—both equally dramatic, both very you.

Levi had long since stopped trying to shake you off. He just stood there, posture stiff, cloak fluttering,
muttering under his breath, “You’re like a dying octopus. With perfume.”

“I will perish if I let go,” you whispered dramatically, face buried in the side of his jacket.
“I hope you do,” he said, but his hand gently rested on the small of your back anyway—because of
course it did.

Sasha, two decks over, was barely functioning. Armin and Haruto had built some kind of towel nest
around her and were feeding her tiny sips of water like she was a collapsed festival dancer post-
parade.

And then—

Finally.

The ship docked.

The call rang out, sails were tightened, the ramp lowered, and *land—blessed, sacred, unmoving
land—*came into view.

You and Sasha both looked up like dehydrated saints offered salvation.

The second that plank hit solid ground—

“GO!” you shouted.

“I'M GOING!!” Sasha roared back.

The two of you bolted down the ramp at speeds that would've embarrassed trained soldiers. Cloaks
flying, boots slapping the dock, arms flailing like war banners. Dignity? Gone. Grace? Dead.

You hit the dirt path of the airfield and collapsed, both of you landing belly-first on the ground like it
was a divine mattress.

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “I love ground. I want to marry it. Levi can be my side relationship—”

“I’m already cheating on my boyfriend with the Earth,” Sasha gasped beside you. “I’ve never been
this loyal to anything in my life.”

Erwin walked past the two of you, boots perfectly timed, Mochi still in his arms. He didn’t even look
down as he said, “Try not to lick the soil. There are soldiers watching.”

Levi followed behind him at a normal pace, looking down at you with the face of a man reconsidering
his life choices.

“You done being a dramatic shipwreck?” he asked.

You rolled over, face to the sun, and raised one hand.

“Just give me five minutes of this ground and I’ll be reborn.”

Sasha was already face-down again. “Tell my family I love them. And that I want to be buried right
here.”

And so, while the rest of the squad gathered at the airship nearby, preparing for flight—

You and Sasha lay sprawled on the dirt like two beautiful, disoriented war heroes…

Clinging to land like it was the last good thing left in the world.

You said:
"this is just so beautiful and soldiers you don't have any right to judge me or her alright ? We have
had a very bad time at the ship, now we're at peace, we can rest in peace"

ChatGPT said:

Soil & Sass

—“Rest in (Mostly) Peace”

You stretched your arms out dramatically across the gravel like it was a silk mattress spun by the
gods, eyes half-lidded, voice breaking into a poetic murmur as you addressed the stunned soldiers
nearby.

“This is just… so beautiful.”

They exchanged glances. A few blinked. One looked like he was about to salute.

You sat up on your elbows, red-eyed and dirt-dusted but looking like some kind of ethereal queen
who had personally survived a war, a storm, and a drinking game with fate.

“And you,” you pointed at them lazily, “have no right to judge me or her, alright?”

Sasha, still lying face-down beside you with a blade of grass hanging out of her mouth, groaned
supportively. “Tell ‘em…”

“We’ve endured horrors,” you went on. “Unspeakable turbulence. Moist bread. Sasha saw her soul
leave her body and wave. I spoke to a fish. On accident.”

One of the soldiers blinked. “You… what?”

“Don’t question it.”

You exhaled and let yourself collapse back down with a satisfied sigh.

“We’re at peace now,” you whispered with reverence. “The ship is gone. The earth is stable. And if I
die here, do not move my body. I’ll haunt you.”

Sasha rolled over, looked up at the sky with glassy eyes. “This ground has healing energy. I feel… like
myself again. I think. I’m also hallucinating a bird in a kimono.”

You lifted one hand toward the clouds, totally serene. “We rest in peace now.”

Levi, from the side, pinched the bridge of his nose again.

“If you’re done praying to the dirt,” he growled, “the plane’s ready.”

You and Sasha didn’t move.

“…We will drag you,” he added.

You turned your head, dirt smudged on your cheek like war paint, and said softly, “If you touch me
before I finish bonding with this soil, Levi… I will scream.”

He stared.

You stared back.

Armin coughed from the side. “Should we… give them a minute?”
Haruto: “Give them a shovel.”

You said:

"sasha we have to leave now come on" and with that we left towards the plane and waved back once
just to thanks the soldiers outside for being so coperative and showing us a wonderful time

ChatGPT said:

Final Departure
—“Goodbye to Dirt, Hello to Altitude”

You gave the ground one last affectionate pat, like it was an old friend you’d fought beside in battle.

“Sasha,” you sighed, nudging her gently with your foot. “We have to leave now. Come on.”

She groaned like a ghost being evicted. “But the dirt… it understands me.”

You leaned down, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her up with the strength of someone
running purely on stubbornness and leftover pride. “We’ll visit again. I’ll make a monument here if
that helps.”

“…With bread offerings?”

“Obviously.”

Together, you dusted yourselves off—well, sort of—and made your way toward the plane. As the
squad ahead boarded, you and Sasha paused at the top of the ramp, turned back toward the dock
and raised your hands.

You waved. Just once. Slow, grateful, steady.

“To the soldiers standing by the port, to the stable staff who gave you a horse without a single
question, to the shopkeepers who survived your kimono spree, and to the dignified chaos that was
Hizuru—

“Thank you,” you called softly. “For being patient. For being wonderful. And for letting us be… us.”

A few of the soldiers actually smiled.

One even saluted you.

And with that final farewell, you turned with Sasha by your side and walked into the plane, shoulder
to shoulder.

No longer hungover soldiers on the dirt.

But queens of chaos, in flight once more.

You said:

We are inside the plane now feeling a bit better than before and i was sitting with erwin and levi
now, and I was cooing mochi who was on erwins lap and sasha was with Armin and haruto
(improvise and take the scene forward)

ChatGPT said:
Altitude and Recovery
—“Clouds, Coos, and Commanders”

The plane hummed softly beneath you as it ascended into the skies, leaving the docks and your
dramatic soil-worshipping episode far behind.

Surprisingly… you were feeling better. Not good, exactly—but the world had stopped spinning like a
cursed top, your stomach wasn’t staging a mutiny, and you no longer felt like whispering goodbyes to
the living.

You were curled comfortably beside Erwin and Levi, nestled in the trio’s private seats reserved for
“people who either make decisions or are too chaotic to be left unattended.” Mochi had been
graciously handed back to you but was now, inexplicably, settled in Erwin’s lap—curled like a fuzzy
royal heir.

You leaned over and cooed softly, “Who’s the cutest little bunny lord in the skies, hmm? Is it Mochi?
Yes it is, yes it is—”

Mochi twitched his nose in regal approval. Erwin, meanwhile, stared straight ahead like a marble
statue, pretending the cooing wasn’t happening while subtly supporting the bunny so he wouldn’t
fall off.

Levi, next to you, finally broke the silence with a dry murmur:
“He’s not going to respond to baby talk.”

“He is responding,” you whispered defensively, tapping Mochi’s head gently. “See how still he is?
That’s trust. That’s elite bunny loyalty.”

Levi stared at the rabbit. “No. That’s trauma.”

Erwin’s lip almost twitched.

Across the aisle, Sasha had finally rehydrated and was sitting slumped between Armin and Haruto
like a sleepy child between two exhausted parents. Her eyes were half-lidded, head leaning on
Haruto’s shoulder, and Armin was mid-scroll through a field report that neither of them were actually
reading.

Sasha mumbled, “Tell the plane I forgive it…”

Haruto blinked. “For what?”

“Existing.”

You grinned faintly at that and glanced at Erwin. “She’ll bounce back in ten minutes. She always
does.”

Erwin nodded once. “As will you. Though I would prefer the next diplomatic trip involve less property
damage.”

You pressed a hand to your heart. “Erwin, I only damaged expectations, not property.”

Levi scoffed. “You nearly got arrested in a kimono store.”

You rolled your eyes and gently scratched behind Mochi’s ears. “So dramatic.”
He looked at you sideways. “Says the one who threw themselves on the ground at the airfield and
declared marriage to dirt.”

“That was emotional healing, Levi.”

Mochi twitched.

You, satisfied with your bunny-bonding moment, sighed and leaned back in your seat, finally relaxing.
The clouds passed lazily outside the window. Levi adjusted the sleeves of his cloak. Erwin exhaled
slowly and closed his eyes for a moment of peace.

You whispered to Mochi, “We survived Hizuru.”

He gave a small thump in Erwin’s lap.

You grinned.

Victory. Again.

You said:

"Erwin danchou don't show the bunny to pieck yet, you know what i mean surprise pieck with both
the ring and the bunny, double attack - double impact, you can propose to her at the festival, when is
the festival heichou?"

ChatGPT said:

Proposal Planning in the Sky

—“Double Attack, Double Impact”

You leaned over, chin resting on the edge of Erwin’s seat, eyes gleaming with the strategic fire of a
woman who'd just recovered from emotional death and was now dangerously operational again.

“Erwin Danchou,” you whispered like you were sharing classified intel, “don’t show the bunny to
Pieck yet.”

He turned his head slightly, one brow lifting.

“You know what I mean,” you added, voice soft and mischievous. “Surprise her. Both the ring and the
bunny. Double attack—double impact. Emotional devastation. Tactical romance.”

Even Mochi looked up at you like he understood the gravity of the plan.

Levi didn’t look away from the window but muttered under his breath, “You’re planning a proposal
like it’s a siege on the Capital.”

You nodded proudly. “Exactly. Psychological warfare. Hit her soft spots. She won’t even have time to
say no.”

Erwin considered it for a moment… then gave the smallest nod. “The element of surprise is
valuable.”

Mochi thumped once in approval.

You beamed. “So… propose at the festival. Big crowd. Fireworks. Flowers. Bunny in bowtie.”

“Bunny in what?” Levi turned slowly, eye narrowing.

“You’ll see,” you said, already spiraling into ten versions of the proposal scenario in your mind. “Hey
—wait. Heichou, when is the festival?”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose like he regretted sitting next to you again. “It’s in six days. On the
first full moon after return.”

You gasped. “Perfect. That gives us five days to prepare. One day for Erwin to panic and pretend he’s
not romantic. I can already see it—glow lanterns, moonlight, a trail of flowers, and the bunny placed
dramatically in Pieck’s arms right before he kneels—”

Levi interrupted, voice dry as a bone, “You’re more excited about this proposal than they are.”

You looked at him dead serious. “Because if it were up to you, you’d propose with a knife and half a
shrug. I have standards, Levi.”

Levi looked away. “Tch.”

Erwin simply exhaled a breath that might’ve been a chuckle. Maybe.

Mochi wiggled in his lap like a prophecy had just been spoken.

And somewhere across the plane, Sasha—half-asleep still—murmured,

“Give the bunny a cape…”

You grinned.

“Done.”

You said:

"And danchou guess what i bought, wait lemme get it" I went over to a bag which had a camera from
hizuru. I came back with the camera, "tada, this camera is the best camera" (I tell him about it's
features. keep the features relevant to attack on titans timeline) "and this was a gift from the hizurus
actually more specifically from the guy uk that engineer, kinda buffed up, a bit too tall and he wants
to come to paradise and settle there" (I was oblivious to him)

ChatGPT said:

Clicking Into Trouble

—“The Gifted Lens of Doom”

You sprang up from your seat with sudden excitement, nearly knocking over your cloak as you
scrambled toward the bags stowed near the back of the cabin.

“Danchou, guess what I bought! Wait—wait—lemme get it.”

Erwin raised a brow, but remained silent. Levi watched with thinly veiled dread, already predicting
disaster.

You rummaged through your belongings like you were digging for buried treasure—then let out a
triumphant, “Aha!”

You turned back to them with gleaming eyes and a grin that screamed I’m up to something, holding
the item like a sacred relic.

“Tada!” You marched back over with a flourish. “This, gentlemen… is the best camera in Hizuru.”
Levi looked at it like it was a time bomb. “Great. Just what we needed. A weapon that takes pictures.”

You sat down beside them again, cradling it like a baby. “No, no, listen. This thing is loaded. It runs on
compressed aetherium cores. Fully analog—no shutter lag. Built-in light meter, auto-crank lever,
reinforced lens housing with anti-fog coating, and you can adjust the frame ratio from standard to
panoramic.”

Levi blinked slowly. “…Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

You ignored him entirely, looking at Erwin. “And it even has a stabilizer charm that reduces motion
blur during action shots. You could use this in battle. Or, more realistically—for proposals.” You
wiggled your eyebrows.

Erwin was still staring at the camera, likely already calculating how many strategic photos of Paradise
infrastructure he could take with it.

“And get this,” you added with a proud smile, “it was a gift from the Hizurus. Specifically from that
engineer, you know the one—kinda buffed up? A bit too tall? Talks like he’s swallowing gravel but
always bows deeply?”

Levi slowly turned to you, unimpressed. “You mean the one who spent twenty minutes talking to you
in the garden about wind angles and forgot to breathe?”

You tilted your head innocently. “Yeah, that one. He said he wants to come to Paradise and settle
down. Isn’t that nice?”

Erwin cleared his throat faintly. “He also offered to personally calibrate our surveillance towers… and
requested to work directly under you.”

You blinked. “Oh. Really? That’s sweet.”

Levi muttered, “You’re oblivious. It’s a security risk.”

You held the camera up, aiming it playfully toward Levi. “Smile, Mr. Paranoia.”

He stared at the lens like it owed him money.

You clicked the shutter anyway.

Click!

You beamed. “Perfect. That’s going in the archive of ‘Levi being emotionally attacked by friendship.’”

Levi turned his head away. “Tch. Burn it.”

But Erwin—stoic, composed Erwin—actually smiled faintly and said,

“Save it. For the records.”

Mochi gave a proud little thump.

The camera was already legendary.

You said:

"but we've got to make better cameras than these"

ChatGPT said:
Vision Beyond the Frame
—“Next Generation Eyes”

You lowered the camera slightly, gaze sharpening as your excitement turned into something far more
dangerous: purpose.

“But we’ve got to make better cameras than these.”

Levi side-eyed you. “Of course we do.”

You leaned forward, voice quiet but firm now. “I mean it. If Hizuru can make this much with
aetherium cores and reinforced lenses… imagine what we could do if we combined that with
Paradise’s scouting experience. Stabilizers for ODM footage. Aerial recon tools. Portable units with
darkroom compression capsules for instant film development.”

Erwin nodded slightly, seeing exactly where your mind was going. “You want to build an intel
network based on image documentation.”

You smiled faintly. “A picture can say what a scout sometimes doesn’t survive long enough to report.”

Levi tapped the edge of his knee with one finger. “Not a bad plan. But we’d need craftsmen from
both Hizuru and the Azumabitos. And someone who can actually teach the soldiers to not break the
damn things.”

“Leave the training to me,” you said, grin returning. “And leave the development to our new
engineers. Buff-tall-gravel-voice guy might finally be useful for something besides awkward
compliments.”

“I’m putting that in his personnel file,” Levi muttered.

“And we’re not just talking about tech,” you added. “We’re talking history. Truth. Memory. We record
everything. The good, the bad, the rebuilding. We make sure no one forgets what it took to survive.”

Erwin looked at you for a long moment, thoughtful.

“You’re not just planning equipment,” he said. “You’re planning a legacy.”

You gave a small shrug.

“Legacy’s just another word for evidence that we lived.”

Levi was quiet for a moment.

Then said, low and dry, “You’re lucky you’re cute when you get like this.”

You aimed the camera at him again. “Say that to the lens, Heichou.”

Click.

You said:

"mochi is cute right, like really cute, I wish I could put bunny ears on levi and carry him and cup his
face just enough to make his cheeks look atleast a lil plump and kiss his face leaving lipstick
marks....oh shit did i say that out loud?"

ChatGPT said:
Accidental Confession Mid-Altitude
—“Bunny Ears and Lipstick Crimes”

You were still gazing down lovingly at Mochi, gently stroking his fluffy head as he nestled into Erwin’s
lap like a divine emissary of soft things.

“Mochi is cute, right? Like, really cute,” you sighed wistfully. “I wish I could put bunny ears on Levi
and carry him and cup his face just enough to make his cheeks look at least a little plump and kiss his
face—”

Your voice faltered.

“—leaving lipstick marks…”

A thick silence settled in the air.

Your eyes widened.

Levi slowly turned his head toward you.
Erwin stopped breathing.
Even Mochi looked up.
Sasha, across the aisle, actually sat up straighter.

You blinked hard, froze, then muttered:

“…oh shit, did I say that out loud?”

Levi just stared at you.

No blink. No breath. Just pure unfiltered Levi judgment.

You immediately tried to play it off, waving your hands around like a broken windmill. “I mean—not
in a weird way. In a totally respectful, post-hungover affection way. It’s hypothetical! Emotional
support bunny cosplay! Who wouldn’t want to—”

“I’ll throw you off the plane,” Levi deadpanned.

You slapped a hand over your mouth. “I can’t tell if I’m mortified or proud.”

“Be quiet,” he muttered, turning his face away—but not before you noticed the very faint, very real
tinge of red on the tips of his ears.

Erwin cleared his throat, holding in what might’ve been a laugh. “I take it the lipstick part was not
included in the original tactical plan.”

“Not that one,” you whispered.

Mochi thumped gently in Erwin’s lap, as if voting in favor of the hypothetical bunny-ear cosplay.

You pulled your cloak around your face like a shame burrito. “I’m going to exile myself to the
undercarriage.”

Levi muttered, “Good. I’ll toss your lipstick collection after you.”

But he still hadn't moved away.

And you caught the way his fingers brushed the bracelet on his wrist—
Like he wasn’t that mad about it after all.
You said:

"so danchou 6 days from now, how are you planning to propose?" (Everybody had their attention on
him now Armin, haruto and sasha)

ChatGPT said:

Mission: Proposal
—“Danchou Under Fire”

You leaned in with a sly grin, eyes locked on Erwin like you were about to conduct a formal
interrogation.

“So, Danchou,” you said sweetly—too sweetly.

“Six days from now... how are you planning to propose?”

Silence.

Like, weapon-grade silence.

Armin perked up instantly from the opposite row, his pen stilling mid-sentence.

Haruto slowly looked up from adjusting Sasha’s blanket.

Sasha paused mid-snack, a biscuit half-chewed and dangling.

All eyes were on Erwin Smith.

Commander of the Survey Corps. War veteran. Stoic god of strategy.
Cornered by love.

Erwin blinked once. His poker face was immaculate.

Until Mochi shifted in his lap and betrayed him by snuggling closer.

You grinned wider. “You don’t have a plan, do you?”

Levi muttered from beside you, “He’s gonna try to propose like he’s delivering a battle report.”

Erwin exhaled slowly. “I had a plan.”

“Which was?” you pushed.

“…Get her alone,” he said, calmly, “give her the ring, say a few sincere words.”

Sasha gasped in betrayal. “That’s it?! No music? No bunny? No audience losing their minds?”

Armin blinked. “You’re… really going with the minimalist route?”

Haruto, ever the realist, added, “She’s going to know something’s up if you don’t look like you’re
trying to escape a political hostage situation.”

You sat up dramatically. “Absolutely not. This is a woman who literally sniped a titan’s eye out mid-air.
You need to sweep her off her feet, not read her an operation brief.”

Levi chimed in, voice dry: “The plan’s dead. She’s hijacked it now. Accept your fate.”

Erwin sighed again, quietly handing Mochi to you like a general surrendering his sword. “I assume
you have something more… theatrical in mind?”
You beamed. “I have seventeen ideas. All of which include flowers, a bunny in formal attire, and some
level of airborne symbolism.”

Sasha clapped. “Proposal fireworks!”

Armin nodded solemnly. “We’ll need someone to document it. Should we get the new camera
ready?”

Erwin closed his eyes. “Six days. I should’ve proposed yesterday.”

Levi leaned back with a smug smirk.

“Too late, Danchou. You’re in her hands now.”

You held up Mochi like a tiny best man and grinned.

“Say goodbye to peace, and hello to peak emotional devastation.”

You said:

"you know I have a romantic plan which could give u both private moment too" "Like during the
festival, ofc you both will wear the kimonos which we bought here and take her out and in the
festival just let her so anything she wants and u just follow her and hold her hands alright? And then
have food as well, and take her to a bit more secluded place where you can watch the fireworks but
also there's crowd there, so when the fireworks just ending , there ll be the lantern lighting , so
propose during the lanterns not during fireworks cuz she won't be able to hear anything and also cuz
mochi is still a baby he would get scared by the noise of all the fireworks, so u both lit up the lantern
and then tell pieck to close her eyes and levi would definitely sneakily give u mochi and the ring box,
give her mochi first then get on ur knee and propose, and i ll click pictures without her noticing"

ChatGPT said:

Operation: Lantern Proposal

—“Romance by Tactical Deployment”

You leaned forward now, eyes locked on Erwin with the intensity of a commander unveiling the final
phase of a master operation. Your tone?
Dead serious.
Your expression?
Theater-level dramatic.
Your plan?
Flawless.

“You know,” you began, cradling Mochi gently, “I have a romantic plan that’ll give you both a private
moment and cause emotional destruction in the best way possible.”

Erwin blinked. Levi visibly tensed.

“During the festival,” you continued, voice softening into storytelling mode, “you and Pieck will wear
the matching kimonos—obviously. Don’t argue. The ones we got here are blessed.”

Levi muttered, “They’re fabric, not talismans.”

You ignored him completely.

“Then you take her out. Nothing over the top, just… let her wander. Let her pull you wherever she
wants to go—lantern stalls, sweets booths, whatever catches her attention. You follow her. You hold
her hand. You look at her like she’s the only person in the festival crowd.” You pointed for emphasis.
“Got it?”

Erwin gave a slow, thoughtful nod.

“And you eat food together—just the two of you. No squad. No Mochi yet. Keep it casual, warm,
simple. Then… right before the fireworks, take her to a secluded hilltop spot. Not too far, just a little
removed. Enough for privacy, but still with a view of the crowd, the lantern lights, and the sky.”

Armin was now scribbling furiously in a notepad titled “Emotional Warfare Tactics.”

Sasha whispered, “This is better than any mission brief I’ve ever heard.”

You held up a finger. “Do not propose during the fireworks. She won’t hear you. And more
importantly—Mochi’s a baby, okay? He’ll get scared. Fireworks are loud.”

Haruto nodded solemnly. “Baby bunnies. No boom.”

You continued: “So. Wait. Let the fireworks end. The moment they start lighting the lanterns—that’s
your window.”

Erwin was now… quietly listening. Focused. Like you were laying out the blueprint for his final
mission.

You leaned in closer, whispering, “Tell her to close her eyes.”

Levi raised an eyebrow. “And then?”

“And then,” you grinned, “Levi—you sneak in. You pass Erwin the ring box and Mochi. Then vanish
like a ghost.”

Levi rolled his eye. “Of course. I’m the ring courier now.”

“You’re the romantic shadow ops. Accept your role.”

Levi muttered something about regretting waking up today.

You lifted Mochi reverently. “Then Erwin—you give her Mochi first. Let her hold him. Let her melt.
While she’s distracted by the purest creature on this planet… you drop to one knee. And then you
propose.”

Erwin was still, lips pressed together. Quiet.

“And I’ll be hidden in the crowd,” you said brightly. “Camera ready. Silent. Surgical. Photos of the
century. She won’t even notice.”

Armin looked up from his notes. “That… might actually work.”

Sasha wiped a tear. “That’s so romantic I’m gonna sob into my bread.”

Haruto patted Erwin’s shoulder. “No pressure, Danchou.”

You smiled warmly and leaned back, cuddling Mochi once more.

“So… thoughts?”

Erwin sat silently for a long moment.

Then finally, he exhaled—
And smiled.

“Perfect.”

After the Yes

—“Tears, Lanterns, and Flashbulbs”

You were glowing now—absolutely thriving in your role as Chief Proposal Architect slash Emotional
Overlord.

“And after the lanterns,” you said, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you looked
Erwin in the eye, “that’s when the real magic begins.”

Armin, Haruto, and Sasha all leaned in like you were giving them sacred coordinates.

“Our whole squad will come in—quiet at first. Just watching you two in that little spotlight of lantern
light, and then…” You made a small explosion gesture with your hands. “They’ll lose it. Mikasa will
nod. Eren will awkwardly high-five you. Armin will cry. Connie will definitely cry. Jean will pretend not
to cry, but also cry.”

Haruto deadpanned, “I’ll be handing out tissues. Professionally.”

“Historia will be emotional but composed,” you went on, eyes sparkling, “and then I will be
everywhere—clicking pictures, immortalizing every second. The ring on her hand, the bunny in her
arms, your dumb overwhelmed face—I’ll get it all.”

Levi side-eyed you. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

You shrugged proudly. “I live for two things: strategic warfare and emotional chaos. This is both.”

Sasha sniffled. “Can I throw flower petals?”

“Yes,” you replied instantly. “At the end. Subtle ones. Floaty. Not the crunchy kind.”

Erwin let out a breath—not a sigh of exasperation this time, but something quieter. Lighter. Almost…
peaceful.

“I’ve faced titans,” he said, glancing at you, “I’ve charged into death, I’ve looked hell in the eye.”

You leaned in. “And this is scarier?”

He gave a quiet nod. “Immensely.”

You smiled. “That means it’s the right kind of battle.”

Levi grunted under his breath, but his smirk betrayed him.

And as the plane soared onward toward Paradise, somewhere between sky and sea, your squad sat
together—laughing, plotting, emotionally exhausted, and bracing for a new mission:

Operation: Make Pieck Cry From Happiness.

You said:

I sighed "alright then let's just sleep for a while, im kinda tired , I still have a bad hangover so I'm
gonna need you guys to tone it down to several notches, respectfully danchou heichou you are all at
like an eleven right now I need you guys to tone it down to four"
ChatGPT said:

Temporary Ceasefire
—“Hangover Diplomacy”

You let out a long, dramatic sigh as you leaned back into your seat, pulling your cloak tighter around
your shoulders like a hungover queen retreating into her sanctuary.

“Alright then,” you groaned, eyes half-lidded, “let’s just sleep for a while.”

The squad turned to look at you mid-sentence—Armin with his pen still poised, Sasha mid-sniffle,
Haruto halfway through handing out theoretical tissues.

“I’m kinda tired,” you muttered. “I still have a bad hangover, and I’m gonna need you guys to
respectfully tone it down several notches.”

You turned your head just slightly and gave Levi and Erwin a blank look of betrayal.

“Danchou. Heichou. You’re both operating at like an eleven right now. I need you to bring it down to
a four.”

Levi stared at you.

Erwin blinked once, clearly suppressing a smile.

Armin cleared his throat. “Um. Weren’t you the one at a twenty-seven five minutes ago while
planning a bunny-based proposal?”

You didn’t even flinch. “That was adrenaline. It’s worn off. Now I’m fragile.”

Sasha patted your knee sympathetically. “Do you want me to hum a lullaby?”

“Only if it doesn’t involve bread.”

Levi sighed, leaned back in his seat, and muttered, “Tch. You’re the chaos. We’re just the
consequences.”

“Exactly,” you said, already curling toward your side like a burrito of royal exhaustion. “And right now,
I am a delicate flower of diplomacy trying to nap.”

Erwin adjusted the blanket over your shoulders in calm surrender, while Mochi gave a soft thump
from his seat, as if also commanding silence.

The squad around you slowly quieted, the cabin dimming into a hush of peace.

You exhaled again, content, already drifting into the sweetest hangover nap ever earned.

And somewhere in the quiet, Levi’s voice murmured just under his breath—

“…You are a flower. Just one that bites.”

You said:

I heard what levi said "yea no shit detective"

ChatGPT said:
Bite of the Bloom
—“Return Fire at Altitude”

Eyes still closed, burritoed in your cloak with regal suffering, you muttered without missing a beat:

“Yeah no shit, detective.”

A pause.

Levi didn’t say anything for a moment. You didn’t need to see his face—you could feel the exact
twitch of his eye, the silent sigh leaving his soul, the way his head probably tilted a fraction in that
“of course you heard me” kind of way.

Armin muffled a snort behind his notebook.

Sasha whispered, “She’s alive.”

Haruto shook his head. “Barely.”

You cracked one eye open and smirked, still bundled up. “Don’t start a fight you can’t win, Heichou.”

Levi didn’t even turn his head. “You can’t even stand right now.”

“Exactly. Which means I have nothing to lose.”

Erwin let out a long, resigned exhale—the sound of a man who had once commanded armies and
was now babysitting children with god complexes.

“Can we all agree to get some rest before this turns into another international incident?” he asked
calmly.

You gave a lazy thumbs-up. “Only if he stops talking shit while I’m on the brink of death.”

Levi finally spoke again, voice low and smug:

“Go to sleep, flower.”

You rolled away dramatically, facing the wall.

“Water me with silence.”

You said:

"and btw we have something really important to deal with after we get back to paradise but we ll do
it after danchous proprosal"

ChatGPT said:

The Calm Before More Chaos

—“Delayed Mayhem, Prioritized Romance”

Your voice came out half-muffled into the cushion, but still very much full of intention.

“And by the way,” you said, shifting just enough to glare over your shoulder at the three most
powerful men on the continent, “we’ve got something really important to deal with once we get
back to Paradise.”

Levi’s brow twitched. “Of course we do.”

Erwin, who had just closed his eyes for what was clearly a very brief and naïve attempt at rest,
opened one again. “…Define important.”

Armin was already reaching for his notebook like you were about to say something that would spiral
into a week-long campaign.

You yawned, eyes still half-lidded, but your tone had sobered up just a little.

“We’ll handle it after Danchou’s proposal,” you said firmly. “He deserves that moment first.”

Sasha raised her hand with crumbs on her fingertips. “What are we dealing with?”

You looked her dead in the eye and whispered,

“…I’ll tell you when you’re sober.”

Levi grunted. “Great. Can’t wait to not sleep after the proposal either.”

You turned your head toward him again, smile smug even through the exhaustion. “You never sleep
properly when you’re emotionally attached, Levi. We’ve been over this.”

Erwin adjusted his seat with a quiet sigh. “One week of peace,” he murmured. “That’s all I ask.”

You gave him a soft, lopsided grin. “One proposal. Then it’s back to war plans, budgets, and probably
arguing with half the council.”

Levi muttered, “If it involves explosions again, I’m locking you in your office.”

You closed your eyes with a final sleepy smirk.

“I am the office.”

And just like that, silence settled again—fleeting, but golden—before the next storm began.

You said:

And with that i slept like a freaking dead person and i groaned multiple times and take the scene
forward where were almost near paradise now

ChatGPT said:

Final Descent
—“The Corpse Queen Awakens”

You slept like you’d been knocked out by divine intervention—completely still, arm half-hanging off
the seat, cloak tangled around you like seaweed, hair a royal disaster. You groaned multiple times
throughout the flight like a haunted painting. At one point, Sasha had leaned over just to check if you
were still breathing.

You were. Barely.

Levi hadn't moved an inch. But he had placed Mochi on your lap somewhere during hour three, and
now the bunny was curled against your stomach like a warm, judgmental heating stone.

Armin had attempted to adjust your cloak once. You growled in your sleep. He immediately backed
off.
Erwin, dignified and composed, had slept for an exact twenty minutes before reviewing documents
with the same intensity you applied to matchmaking and chaos. Occasionally, he’d glance at your
limp form and sigh like he was internally redrafting a will.

Sasha whispered at one point, “She looks like she died halfway through dreaming about punching a
noble.”

Haruto responded, “She probably did.”

Now—

The gentle bump in altitude shift caused your head to loll sideways, cheek squishing
unceremoniously against Levi’s shoulder.

You groaned again. Muffled. Distressed.

“Urrrrhhh…”

Levi didn’t even flinch. “She’s alive.”

Erwin looked out the window calmly. “We’re nearly over Shiganshina.”

Armin leaned forward from his seat, whispering, “We’ll be at the Paradise airstrip in ten minutes.”

You stirred slightly, eyes crusty, brain offline.

“…I smell home,” you mumbled. “And gunpowder. And maybe soup.”

Levi glanced at you. “No one made soup.”

“I can dream,” you croaked, slowly peeling one eye open like you were emerging from a crypt. You
saw light, clouds, Mochi… Levi.

“…Are we there yet?”

Sasha leaned forward, eyes wide. “You slept for hours. Like, corpse-tier sleep. I think you mumbled
something about handcuffs and a treaty.”

“I dream in strategy,” you grunted.

The captain’s voice rang out faintly from the front of the cabin, announcing landing protocol.

Armin smiled gently. “You should sit up.”

“I am up.”

Levi gave you a single glance. “You’re draped over me like a fallen banner.”

“…Romantic,” you mumbled, shifting upright with an impressive lack of dignity. “Alright. Let’s go
home.”

Outside, the golden fields of Paradise stretched wide.

The walls were distant shadows.
The rebuilding world waited.
And so did whatever the hell you were about to drag them all into next.

You said:
And i woke up washed my face and mouth, eyes still bloodshot red and i said to myself in the
mirror,"just another day, another fake smile" and ate a mint, tidied up my hair ,put on my robe and
came back where others were there (improvise) and then we got down the plane

ChatGPT said:

Descent & Disguise

—“Smile for the Kingdom”

The moment the plane’s wheels kissed Paradise soil, you stirred like an old ghost summoned back to
the land of the living. You dragged yourself out of your seat with the energy of a dramatic stage actor
returning for the final act—equal parts groggy and defiant.

You stumbled into the lavatory at the back of the plane, splashed your face with freezing water,
scrubbed at your eyes until the swelling looked barely survivable, and glared into the mirror like you
were daring your reflection to say something smart.

Your voice came out low, a whisper meant only for your own ears.

“Just another day… another fake smile.”

You popped a mint into your mouth like it was medicine for your soul, rolled your shoulders back,
grabbed a towel, dried off, and took a deep breath. Your hair? A mess. But a few quick adjustments, a
twist, a tie, and you looked like a queen again—just a deeply hungover, sleep-deprived, emotionally
exhausted one.

You threw on your robe like it was battle armor, gave yourself a final, half-pained smirk in the mirror
—

And walked out like nothing was wrong.

Levi was standing near the exit, arms folded, clearly waiting. He looked at you from the corner of his
eye.

“…Still look like hell.”

“Thanks. It’s curated.”

Erwin gave you a silent nod, the ever-reserved commander expression returning now that they were
back on home soil. Armin, Sasha, and Haruto were already gathering their things—Haruto had Mochi
safely tucked into a small crate, and Sasha looked… suspiciously like she might fall asleep standing.

“Everyone ready?” Erwin asked, stepping forward as the doors unsealed with a hiss.

You gave a small nod. “Let’s go smile for the people.”

The ramp lowered. Wind swept in.

You stepped down into the warm light of Paradise, robes fluttering, face calm.

Your eyes? Still red.

But your spine was straight, your head high.

And the crowd waiting at the airstrip saw what they always saw in you—
The Phantom Soldier.
The Queen who came back from the Paths.
And the woman who would break herself again and again, just to keep them all standing.

Just another day.

Just another fake smile.
But you owned it.

You said:

I waved at the people saw my squad there my eyes were screeching at this point,"this is gonna be
bad"

ChatGPT said:

Welcome Home
—“Red Eyes and Regret”

You stepped down the ramp, raising a hand to wave at the crowd with all the grace of royalty—if
royalty had spent the last 24 hours in a hurricane of hangovers, emotional chaos, and tactical bunny
proposal planning.

Your robe fluttered. Your hair held.

Your smile?
Tight. Controlled. Politely fake.
The exact kind of smile that said, “Please don’t ask questions until I’ve had five hours of silence and a
boiled potato.”

And then—
You saw them.

Your squad.

Standing right at the front of the crowd.

Eren with his arms crossed, eyes locked on you like he already knew something stupid had
happened.
Mikasa beside him, her face unreadable but judgmental in that soft disappointed aunt kind of way.
Jean and Connie were already whispering to each other.
Annie was squinting.
Reiner waved like a proud dad.
Renji gave you a two-finger salute.
Nicolo had bread.
Historia and Elise were waving sweetly.
And Pieck was—wait, no, she was giving you that look. The one that meant she knew something had
gone down and was dying to hear it.

Your eyes were screeching. Actually screeching.

The wind hit your face and you wanted to vanish into the ground.

You whispered through gritted teeth, “This is gonna be bad.”

Levi, descending beside you, didn’t even glance your way. “Tch. That’s because it is bad.”
Sasha stumbled behind you, shades on, hood up, still smelling faintly like shame and biscuits. “Don’t
look them in the eye. They’ll sense the weakness.”

“Too late,” you muttered.

Armin, sweetly trying to stay optimistic, whispered, “Maybe they didn’t notice—”

Connie cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled across the tarmac:
“DID YOU TWO GET DRAGGED BACK IN COFFINS OR WAS THAT JUST YOUR FACES?!”

Jean added, “WHAT DID YOU DO IN HIZURU?!”

Eren just narrowed his eyes. “Tell me right now. How many people cried?”

You turned to Levi with absolute calm. “Permission to fake my death and run into the woods forever.”

He didn’t even blink. “Denied. Now walk.”

And so you did.

Down the ramp. Toward the judgment.
Hangover burning, eyes screaming, dignity fading.

And yet—
You smiled.

Because this was home.

This chaos was yours.

You said:

"I don't have to give a speech to people now danchou do i?"

ChatGPT said:

Royal Dread
—“Please No Public Speaking”

You leaned in toward Erwin with a sideways shuffle so suspicious it looked like you were plotting
either treason or escape.

“I don’t have to give a speech to people now, Danchou, do I?” you asked, voice quiet, already
internally composing your will in case the answer was yes.

Erwin—stoic, commanding, merciless Erwin—glanced sideways at you.

A pause.

A silence that lingered.

And then—
That cursed, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“…They’re expecting one.”

Your soul left your body.

You straightened up immediately like someone had just stabbed you between the shoulder blades.
“You—you knew this?! You let me get off this plane with red eyes, a hangover, and half a mint in my
mouth and didn’t warn me?!”

Levi snorted. “You looked bad enough they might not want one.”

“I can’t give a speech right now! I haven’t written anything, I’m emotionally sunburned, and I smell
like imported wood polish!”

Erwin tilted his head with polite amusement. “I’m sure you’ll improvise something… moving.”

Sasha wheezed behind you, “Say something about dirt.”

Armin looked apologetic but offered no rescue.

You turned your face to the heavens with dramatic despair. “I swear if anyone hands me a
megaphone, I’m pulling Mochi out and letting him handle it.”

Levi crossed his arms. “Mochi might do better.”

You clutched the edge of your robe like a martyr about to walk into battle. “Fine. FINE. But if I throw
up mid-sentence or start crying for no reason, I’m dragging all of you down with me.”

Erwin just gestured ahead with that perfect commander grace.

“Smile, Queen. Your kingdom awaits.”

You said:

Then i went infront of the crowd they all bowed(improvise) and I gave them the most serious speech
ever , it wasn't supposed to be serious

ChatGPT said:

Unintentionally Intense
—“Long Live the Queen’s Hangover”

You stepped forward, the breeze catching your robe just right. The crowd ahead—soldiers, engineers,
farmers, officials, and your squad—all straightened at the sight of you, and like clockwork…

They bowed.

A unified motion.
A sweeping sea of heads lowering in reverence.

You blinked.

No no no no— you weren’t mentally prepped for this. You were supposed to be half-hiding behind
Erwin, not Queen Mode Activated before lunch.

Levi muttered behind you, “They’re bowing. Do something. Don’t blurt anything weird.”

You inhaled, squared your shoulders, and stepped up to the platform.

Mochi thumped once from his crate like a tiny war drum.

You opened your mouth, fully intending to say something casual like “Hello, we’ve returned safely,”
or “Thank you for your patience.”
What actually came out?

“…I know what it means to carry the weight of a thousand lives.”

Oh no.

The crowd lifted their heads slowly, suddenly rapt.

You blinked. Paused. Realized you were in too deep.

“I know what it means to return home with more scars than silence, and more guilt than glory,” you
continued, voice deepening like a general giving her final address. “But I also know that we rise.”

Erwin, visibly impressed. Armin, stunned.

Sasha was halfway into a bagel. She froze, mid-bite.

Levi whispered, “Where is this coming from—?”

“We rise because this island is our cradle and our crucible. We rise because we have to. We rise
because love and war—”
You gestured vaguely toward the squad.
“—have never been separate here.”

Someone in the back yelled, “LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!”

You blinked again. “Wait, no, that’s not—”

“LONG LIVE THE PHANTOM SOLDIER!”
“I LOVE YOU!”

You raised your hand, trying to salvage it.

“Listen—this was supposed to be a casual ‘hi hello we’re back,’ I didn’t mean to—”

Jean cupped his hands and shouted, “TO HELL WITH CASUAL! THIS IS HISTORY!”

You froze.

“…Okay,” you said slowly. “Thank you. Please hydrate. We’ve all been through a lot.”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

You turned around stiffly and walked back toward Levi and Erwin, expression blank.

“I blacked out,” you whispered.

Levi, arms crossed, eye narrowed, simply replied,

“You gave a war speech to farmers.”

Erwin smirked.

Sasha sniffled. “I think I ascended emotionally.”

Armin just muttered, “That was... kind of terrifying.”

You stared forward, emotionally dead. “I was gonna talk about the dirt.”

You said:
"Okay nvm, haruto take mochi from behind the palace and keep him in ur room for a while, we don't
want pieck to find out now, later on i ll send a farmer or someone who can take care of him for
another 6 days alright? Danchou we good with this?"

ChatGPT said:

Operation: Hide the Bunny

—“Mochi Must Not Be Seen”

You snapped out of your accidental war-time oratory, took one deep breath, and immediately
switched into stealth command mode.

“Okay nevermind,” you muttered, already turning to the side. “Haruto, take Mochi right now. Behind
the palace. Slip through the back path near the old greenhouse—don’t use the main halls.”

Haruto straightened with military-grade obedience. “Understood. No contact, no trace.”

“Keep him in your room for a while,” you continued, adjusting your robe like a general re-strategizing.
“We can’t let Pieck find out before the proposal. Later today or tomorrow, I’ll send a farmer—
someone experienced, soft-voiced, bunny-savvy—to take care of him for the next six days.”

You turned to Erwin, giving him a look of pure strategic menace.

“Danchou, we good with this?”

Erwin nodded with cool approval. “Mochi’s presence will be classified until proposal day. I’ll make
sure the palace staff receives no conflicting orders.”

Levi muttered, “The rabbit’s more protected than some high-value prisoners.”

You smirked. “As he should be. Mochi is the MVP of this engagement plan.”

Sasha was wiping tears again. “He’s going to wear a bowtie…”

Armin blinked. “Wait—should we give the caretaker a cover story? Like ‘Mochi is in diplomatic
quarantine’ or something?”

“Tell them he’s a foreign gift,” you whispered dramatically, “under observation for emotional impact
testing.”

Levi just sighed. “I’m going to pretend none of this is happening.”

You nodded to Haruto. “Get moving, soldier. The fate of romance depends on you.”

Haruto saluted, picked up Mochi’s crate like it was a relic of old gods, and slipped off behind the
palace like a phantom in medical scrubs.

And just like that—

Operation Hide-the-Bunny was underway.

Because nothing, nothing, was going to ruin this proposal.

Not even premature bunny sightings.

You said:

Now me, Armin, levi, erwin, sasha walked and then we met our friends,"heyyy you guys, how are
favourite warriors , did you guys miss us?"
ChatGPT said:

The Reunion
—“Enter the Chaos Core”

You, Armin, Levi, Erwin, and Sasha strolled toward the plaza like the five horsemen of mildly
controlled disaster.

Cloaks swaying. Boots crisp against the stone. Hangovers hidden—barely. Levi still brooding, Erwin
regal as ever, Armin calm and mildly flustered, Sasha walking like she hadn't just survived a ship-
based near-death… and you? You had that dangerous gleam in your eye.

The second your squad came into view, you lit up like a festival lantern.

“Heeeyyy you guys!” you called out, voice rising in pitch like you were summoning mischief from the
clouds themselves.
“How are my favorite warriors? Did you guys miss us?”

Connie looked up, already grinning. “You smell like emotional damage and foreign cologne.”

Jean raised both brows. “What happened to your face? You look like you just escaped a tear-themed
cult.”

Eren crossed his arms and gave you a look. “We didn’t miss you. We tracked your chaos. Every. Hour.”

Mikasa gave you a quiet nod, eyes soft but amused. “We’re just glad you’re alive.”

Reiner folded his arms but his mouth twitched upward. “Can’t believe they let you back in.”

Renji held up a small sign he made while waiting: “WELCOME BACK, ROYAL MENACE.”

Historia smiled gently, little Elise clinging to her side, waving wildly. “The air got louder the second
you stepped off the plane.”

Sasha practically tackled Connie in a hug. “We almost died on that ship!”

“Yeah?” Connie hugged her back. “That’s what we assumed when you didn’t send any updates.”

“Armin was gonna update you—” Sasha gestured wildly. “—but he fainted after five minutes of
babysitting us.”

Armin raised a finger. “I did not faint. I sat down dramatically.”

Levi groaned under his breath. “We’ve been on land five minutes and I already want to defect.”

You turned dramatically toward him. “Too late, Heichou. You’re married to the squad now.”

Jean nudged Eren. “I give it ten minutes before she drags us all into something unholy.”

Eren just nodded. “Ten’s generous.”

You opened your arms wide and declared to your chaos family:

“Well guess what—WE SURVIVED HIZURU. And I brought gifts, questionable stories, a camera, and
emotional instability!”

Your squad?
Cheered.

Laughed.

Braced for impact.

Because you were back.

And peace?

Was over.

You said:

"Yes wheres pieck , heyy pieck we missed you too a lot actually" (pieck was next to reiner) (armin
was with us on this trip to hizuru so he wouldn't know don't keep it in the dialogues)

ChatGPT said:

Reunited & Already Exposed

—“Sweet Pieck and Subtle Lies”

You scanned the faces quickly, mentally clocking everyone—until your eyes landed on her.

“Yes, where’s— Pieck!” you gasped like her presence was the final puzzle piece of your chaotic heart.

She was standing right beside Reiner, arms crossed casually, eyes soft, a small smile on her lips that
could absolutely read through you like glass.

“We missed you too, Pieck,” you said, marching right over, voice filled with affection and panic all
wrapped in one dramatic bow. “A lot, actually. Like a lot lot.”

Sasha nodded rapidly. “Yeah, you would’ve loved the trip!”

Levi cleared his throat behind you like a warning gunshot.

Pieck tilted her head. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” you said, folding your hands like an innocent schoolgirl with no lies tucked under her
cloak. “Peaceful, smooth, nothing suspicious, no emergencies, no rabbits.”

Reiner raised an eyebrow.

Jean narrowed his eyes. “Why’d you specify rabbits?”

You coughed. “No reason.”

Pieck smiled, amused but clearly suspicious. “You’re glowing. And you smell like royal perfume and
guilt.”

You leaned in, lowering your voice. “That’s just… culture.”

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose again. “She hasn’t stopped lying since we landed.”

Sasha jumped in. “But we did bring back gifts! And stories! And, uh… photos!”

Pieck looked between the two of you. “Mmhm. I’ll be expecting a full report. Over tea. With
answers.”
You grinned. “That’s fair. I mean, what’s a queen without transparency?”

Levi muttered, “Alive.”

Pieck reached out, ruffled your hair like you were seven again. “Welcome back, Maddy.”

You exhaled and grinned wider, relieved and doomed all at once.

The bunny was hidden. The ring was safe. The proposal was six days away.

Everything was fine.

For now.

You said:

Alright people let's go straight to danchous office weve got souvenirs to look at

ChatGPT said:

March to the Throne Room

—“Souvenirs & Suspicion”

You clapped your hands once like a commander about to lead a campaign, spun on your heel
dramatically, and announced to the squad with all the gusto of a caffeine-fueled royal:

“Alright, people! We’re going straight to Danchou’s office. We’ve got souvenirs to look at and zero
time for wandering chaos. Move it!”

Connie: “Is this about the bunny?”

You: “WHAT bunny—no, shut up, walk.”

Sasha was already dragging Historia by the hand. “Wait till you see what we brought for Elise! She’s
gonna lose her tiny mind—”

Jean squinted. “Why do I feel like half these souvenirs come with a catch?”

Levi, arms crossed, sighed. “Because they do. They always do.”

Erwin was already walking ahead, entirely resigned to the fact that his office was about to become a
war zone disguised as a gift reveal.

Armin leaned to Annie. “This is either going to be heartwarming… or wildly illegal.”

Mikasa, deadpan: “Both.”

You linked your arm through Pieck’s as the squad followed the stone corridor toward the
commander’s building. “You’re going to love what we brought back. It’s very... you. Mysterious.
Thoughtful. Slightly unsettling.”

Pieck raised a brow. “And definitely not part of some elaborate setup?”

You smiled. “Define ‘elaborate.’”

Connie whispered to Reiner, “Bet ten rations this ends with an accidental explosion.”

Reiner just nodded. “You’re being optimistic.”

And so the parade marched on—cloaks fluttering, boots echoing, one bunny secret safely stashed
and one proposal brewing under wraps.

Danchou’s office was about to become the center of chaotic gifting diplomacy.

And you?

You were exactly where you thrived most.

At the heart of it all.

You said:

we all headed to danchous office now, i said "first i ll give you the little souvenirs and then the main
thing, is everybody here tho?"

ChatGPT said:

Danchou’s Office of Chaos

—“Souvenir Shenanigans, Phase One”

The doors of Erwin’s office swung open with the grace of a royal entrance and the mood of a tactical
assault.

You marched in like a general with a gift bag instead of a battle plan.

“First,” you declared, plopping your massive souvenir sack onto the nearest table with a proud
flourish, “I’ll give you the little souvenirs. Then, the main event.”

The squad gathered around like children waiting for their names to be called during rations—half-
excited, half-preparing for impact.

“Is everybody here, though?” you asked, scanning the room.

Eren, arms crossed: “Present.”

Mikasa, next to him: nods silently.
Jean: “Mentally or physically?”
Connie: “I’m both—but barely.”
Annie: leaning against the wall like she didn’t care but 100% did.
Reiner: “I’m ready for emotional damage.”
Renji: “Just give me something that doesn’t explode.”
Pieck: “Still suspicious but interested.”
Historia: “Elise is with the nurse, but I’m here.”
Sasha: “Where’s the food?”
Nicolo: “I brought bread. Of course I did.”
Armin: “I’ve got the list for reference.”
Haruto: “I’ve got a first aid kit. Just in case.”
Levi: Sitting on the arm of Erwin’s chair, arms crossed, one eye on you like a hawk waiting for you to
not behave.
Erwin: Already resigned to his desk being overrun.

You clapped once, standing dramatically behind the table like an empress preparing the execution of
boredom.
“Great. Everyone’s here. Sasha—grab the bags. Armin—bring out the notes. Levi, Danchou… brace
yourselves. You’re about to witness cultural exchange Phantom Soldier™ style.”

You gave the room a slow grin.

It was about to rain souvenirs.

You said:

"okay first things first to all the men who are still new to the existence of women in their vicinity , im
talking about you four jean, connie, reiner, renji, what im about to give you, please dont tell them
that i bought them, tell them that you guys had given me money from your personal savings and
then asked me to buy these specific things alright?"

ChatGPT said:

The Cover-Up Gift Operation

—“Lie Like Gentlemen”

You clapped both hands down on the table, leaned forward like a mafia boss addressing four
panicked interns, and locked eyes with the designated disaster squad.

“Okay, first things first—” you said slowly, seriously, dramatically,

“To all the men in this room who are still tragically new to the existence of women in their vicinity—”

You pointed one gloved finger at each of them like you were calling them out for crimes committed
in broad daylight.

“Jean. Connie. Reiner. Renji.”

They straightened up immediately like soldiers being pulled into a surprise interrogation.

Jean blinked. “...What’d I do?”

Connie: “Why do I feel guilty already?”

Reiner raised a hand slowly. “This about the thing I said last week? I’ve changed.”

Renji just adjusted his collar and muttered, “This smells like bait.”

You stepped around the table and stood between them like a shady merchant handing out forged
scrolls.
“What I’m about to give you,” you whispered, “is dangerously adorable. Thoughtful. Handmade.
Elegant. Basically things you would never think to buy unless forced by pain or bribery.”

The four men exchanged glances. Confirmed.

“So,” you continued, “when you hand them over to Clara, Karla, Mai, and whoever is currently trying
to survive Jean’s sarcasm, you will not say I bought them.”

Jean opened his mouth.

You raised a finger. “Nope.”

“You will say…”—you leaned closer—

“...that you gave me money from your personal savings and very sweetly asked me to pick up these
very specific, beautifully chosen gifts while I was in Hizuru.”
Connie nodded quickly. “So basically, we lie like noble idiots.”

“Exactly.”

Renji looked down at the bag nearest him. “And what happens if they find out the truth?”

You leaned even closer, voice dropping an octave.

“Then I will personally walk up behind you with a roll of parchment and list every time you’ve said
something stupid in front of them since the day you met.”

They all immediately nodded.

Jean muttered, “Alright, alright. We’ll lie. Like gentlemen.”

“Like heroes,” you corrected.

Reiner smiled faintly. “What if they cry when we give it to them?”

You placed a hand over your heart. “Then you hold them. And let them believe for one moment that
you’re not a lovable emotional dumpster fire.”

Levi muttered to Erwin, “She’s weaponizing romance.”

Erwin whispered back, “And winning.”

Sasha leaned toward Armin and whispered, “I give Connie three seconds before he blurts out it was
all her idea.”

Armin just smiled, already holding a backup excuse.

You spun on your heel and said with deadly pride:

“Now then. Let’s start handing out the lies of love.”

You said:

hange and pieck enter deep navy with crimson floral embroidery for mikasa leather bracelet etched
with ancient Paradise symbols. for eren compact folding knife with a sharp, sleek edge and a horse
engraved on the hilt for jean and a delicate silver hairpin with a rose motif. for clara box of exotic
dried meat skewers and matching wristbands with etched constellations for connie and aiko A
smooth, polished stone from the northern riverbanks of Hizuru, carved with the symbol for
“healing.” for karla and reiner matching set of compass pendants. One silver, one bronze. for renji
and mai a rare spice kit from the southern islands of Hizuru, wrapped in embroidered linen. for
nicolo an elegant ivory hair comb inlaid with mother-of-pearl. for historia A wooden pegasus toy that
squeaked when it galloped for elise a pair of sleek, minimalist earrings shaped like crescent blades
for annie an intricate notebook bound in black leather, stitched with gold thread in the shape of a
Titan spinal cord for hange a soft woolen shawl in a dusky plum hue. Gentle. Warm. Like something
she could wrap around her during early-morning walks with Erwin. for pieck I gave them the
souvenirs with lots of happiness and love (karla, clara, aiko mai arent in the scene and while i was
shopping for the souvenirs in hizuru none of the squad were present except levi who was there with
me the entire time i was shopping , sasha who only handed over the skewers and erwin, armin and
haruto were busy looking at something else and they were the ones who were on the hizuru trip)
(improvise the scene)

ChatGPT said:
Souvenirs of the Heart
—“Delivered with Dangerous Love”

The doors to Danchou’s office creaked open once again—this time revealing Hange and Pieck,
stepping in with the elegance of women who had absolutely no idea they were walking into a
souvenir ambush.

“Oh look,” you said with a wicked grin, arms stretched wide like a villainess welcoming her guests to
an elaborate trap, “my favorite scientists and snipers. Perfect timing.”

Hange blinked, amused. “Did someone say my name and ‘souvenir’ in the same breath or did I
hallucinate from lack of fieldwork?”

Pieck smiled gently, removing her gloves as she walked in beside her. “Are we late?”

“Perfectly late,” you said, marching to the table like a merchant of chaos, eyes gleaming. “Because
now everyone’s here… except the girls who are going to cry later.”

Levi muttered beside you, “You’re acting like a smug black market dealer.”

“I am a black market dealer,” you whispered. “For love.”

You clapped once and began handing them out—each one chosen with the precision of a general…
or a matchmaking witch.

You turned to Mikasa, holding out a small parcel wrapped in deep navy silk. “For you,” you said.
“Navy, for strength. Crimson flowers, for the blood you’ve shed to protect us.”

Mikasa took the fabric delicately, eyes softening as she ran a finger over the embroidery. “...It’s
beautiful. Thank you.”

To Eren, you handed a leather bracelet, the ancient Paradise symbols faintly glowing beneath the
sunlight. “I saw this and thought: stubborn ancient legend energy.”

He blinked. “It’s got that worn look. Like it’s survived things. Kinda like… us.”

You smiled. “Exactly.”

Then to Jean, you presented a folding knife—sleek, sharp, elegant. “Horse on the hilt. For obvious
reasons.”

Jean scoffed. “You really went to Hizuru and came back with a knife that insults me?”

“Shut up and open the second gift,” you grinned.

He blinked as you handed him a tiny box. Inside: a delicate silver hairpin with a rose motif.

“That’s for Clara,” you said, quieter now. “Tell her you found it, alright? Not me.”

Jean went silent. For once. Then nodded. Slowly. Seriously.

You turned to Connie, handing him a box wrapped in indigo cloth.

“Dried meat skewers,” you said. “For you and Aiko. Don’t eat all of them alone, or I’ll know.”

He grinned, then noticed the matching wristbands with constellations etched into the leather
beneath. “Wait—this is like the sky we mapped with Armin...”

You just winked.

To Reiner, you held up a smooth stone, small and cool in your palm. “From the northern riverbanks.
Symbol carved into it means healing.”

He hesitated—then took it, reverent. “...She’ll like this.”

“Renji,” you said with a smirk. “Catch.” You tossed a tiny velvet pouch. Inside: two pendants—one
silver, one bronze, each shaped like a compass.

He turned them over, speechless. “One for me… one for Mai?”

You nodded. “Don’t lose them. If you both wear them, they’ll always point you home.”

He blinked hard. “You’re such a menace. But I love you.”

To Nicolo, you handed over a neatly wrapped kit. “Rare spice kit. Southern islands. All the weird stuff.
Go nuts.”

He peeked inside, mouth dropping open. “This is illegal.”

“Perfect,” you said.

Historia stepped forward, elegant as ever. You handed her an ivory hair comb, mother-of-pearl
glinting softly.

She gasped, thumb brushing the edge. “It’s so… gentle.”

“Exactly why I picked it.”

You crouched to Elise, handing her the last little box.

She opened it, eyes going wide as she pulled out a tiny wooden pegasus toy that squeaked when it
galloped. “IT SQUEAKS!”

You beamed. “That’s right, my tiny princess of destruction.”

To Annie, you offered a velvet box, opening it just slightly.

Inside: a pair of crescent-blade shaped earrings, minimalist and lethal.

“You like sharp things,” you said. “Now your ears can, too.”

She gave the faintest smirk. “...These are perfect.”

You turned to Hange, holding out the black leather notebook bound in gold.

She stared at the golden spinal cord etched into the cover.

“This…” she whispered, “…this is insane. I love it.”

“I knew you would,” you grinned.

And finally, you approached Pieck, softer now, reverent.

From your arms, you pulled out a dusky plum woolen shawl—simple, warm, soft as breath.

“For mornings. With Danchou. When everything’s quiet.”

Pieck pressed the shawl to her chest, smile so gentle it almost broke you. “It’s perfect.”

You stepped back, hands on hips, absolutely beaming. “And that’s round one,” you announced.

Levi shook his head. “You just bought the loyalty of half the kingdom.”

“Correction,” you whispered. “I earned it.”

The squad stood, holding pieces of your heart in their hands.

And the only thing more powerful than that?

Was the main gift you hadn’t given yet.

You said:

"and , we even bought kimonos for you guys which we are all gonna wear after how many days was it
levi?" he answered "we are gonna wear them for the festival !!!"

ChatGPT said:

Festival Incoming
—“Kimonos & Chaos Await”

You clasped your hands together with that devilish glint in your eyes again, like the souvenirs were
just your appetizers of love.

“And—” you sang, drawing out the pause for maximum suspense, “we even bought kimonos for you
guys!”

The room collectively blinked.

You turned to Levi with faux innocence. “After how many days was it, Levi?”

Without missing a beat, arms still crossed and eye twitching like he regretted breathing near you, he
deadpanned—
“We’re gonna wear them for the festival.”

Your eyes sparkled. “YES. That one. The one with lights and music and very emotionally convenient
timing.”

Connie’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you got us clothes?!”

Jean: “How much do they cost and do they fit my emotionally complex frame?”

Reiner blinked slowly. “Did… you buy Karla one?”

You gave him a terrifyingly calm smile. “I bought her one first.”

Sasha clapped. “And Elise got a matching little kimono, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “She’s going to look like a weaponized dumpling.”

Armin looked up from his notes, confused. “So we’re all wearing them at the festival?”

“Correct,” you nodded, all business. “Kimonos. Lanterns. Love. And maybe someone will propose to
someone, but who knows, right?”

You didn’t even look at Erwin, but he choked lightly on air.

Pieck raised an eyebrow. “Did I just hear wedding-level foreshadowing?”

Levi sighed, muttering under his breath, “You’ve turned a cultural event into a tactical ambush.”

“As I should,” you said brightly.

And the room?

Burst into excited chaos.

Because now they had gifts in hand, soft cotton and silk waiting for them, and a countdown to a
festival that none of them—none of them—were emotionally prepared for.

And you?
You stood in the middle of it all, proud, dangerous, glowing.

“Now,” you clapped. “Who’s ready to look hot in linen and emotionally overwhelmed under
fireworks?”

You said:

i was still unpacking the boxes didnt give the kimonos yet , "yea so i bought one for mikasa, karla,
clara, mai, hange, aiko, historia and elise" I smirked at pieck and annie and i said, " I didnt buy a
kimono for pieck and annie cuz danchou and armin bought for them, and also aina cuz haruto
bought for her, and sasha bought one for herself" (improvise just till here and dont improvise on
what kimonos i bought i ll give the prompt in the next scene)

ChatGPT said:

Kimonos: Phase Two

—“Assignments, Smirks, and Mild Suspicion”

Still half-buried in the sea of delicately folded fabric, tissue paper, and pristine boxes, you peeked up
from the souvenir pile like a raccoon caught in royal mischief.
“Yea,” you said casually, brushing a ribbon off your shoulder as you opened another box, “I bought
one for Mikasa, Karla, Clara, Mai, Hange, Aiko, Historia, and little Elise.”

Your voice was bright, proud, and oh-so-calculated.

Then—
You smirked.

The kind of smirk that instantly made the room brace for chaos.

Your eyes locked first on Pieck, then slid slowly to Annie like you were about to drop a perfectly
sharpened blade.

“And I didn’t buy a kimono for Pieck and Annie,” you said, lips curved with sugar-coated menace,
“because Danchou and Armin bought them instead.”

There was a collective shift. Subtle. Dangerous. Amused.

Armin stiffened like he’d just been drafted. Pieck raised one brow, and Annie—well, Annie blinked
very slowly.

You continued, innocently, as if you hadn’t just handed out death sentences dressed in silk.
“And I didn’t buy one for Aina either. Because Haruto bought hers.”

Sasha chimed in through a mouthful of excitement, “And I bought mine myself, because I am an
independent culinary goddess.”

You gave her a regal nod. “Exactly. Everyone’s accounted for.”

Renji, whispering to Connie: “That wasn’t a kimono update. That was a soft exposure of feelings.”

Connie, whispering back: “I saw Armin’s soul leave his body.”

Levi, deadpan: “You’re assigning clothing based on emotional debts now?”

You didn’t even blink. “Obviously. That’s how gift-giving works in a monarchy.”

Pieck tilted her head, gaze sharp. “I look forward to hearing how exactly Danchou picked mine.”

Annie said nothing. Just narrowed her eyes at Armin—who was absolutely sweating through his
neatly pressed collar.

You grinned, victorious.

The room?
Moments away from imploding.
Just how you liked it.

You said:

Mikasa—bold crimson with subtle floral embroidery. She’ll pretend she doesn’t like it but wear it
when no one's watching. Aiko—bright teal with golden water ripple patterns. Very tech-girl energy
but make it fashion. Karla—earthy brown with forest green trim, strong, silent trench vibes. Clara—
soft peach with little blooming branches. She’s new and she’s going to feel seen. Mai—deep
amethyst, minimal design, sharp lines. She’ll give Renji a heart attack. Historia—pure elegance, ivory
with soft lavender cranes. And Elise—baby pink with tiny embroidered bunnies. (aiko, karla, clara,
mai were not in the scene so i showed their kimonos to their men) (improvise the scene and dont
keep modern jokes keep them relevant to attack on titan timeline and also erwin showed pieck her
kimono Plum silk, golden leaves. Cozy and sexy and sasha showed hers vibrant plum kimono with
wild florals nicolo almost died when he saw her , armin gave the kimono to annie. Haruto bought for
aina Red for Aina Short sleeves. Strong color. No fluff. also aina was not in the scene )

ChatGPT said:

The Unveiling
—Kimonos & Stolen Heartbeats

The table was now fully transformed into a ceremonial display of folded elegance—kimonos layered
carefully atop soft cloth, each bound in silk ribbons that shimmered subtly under the warm
candlelight of Erwin’s office.

You moved with reverence and a bit of theatrical flair as you began presenting each one.

“Alright,” you said, lifting the first and turning to Mikasa, “this is for you.”

You unfolded a bold crimson kimono, the faintest floral embroidery stitched into the fabric like
whispers of spring.

Mikasa blinked, unmoving. “...You didn’t have to—”

“I did. You’ll pretend you don’t like it,” you said with a little smirk, “but I know you’ll wear it when no
one’s looking.”

She gave the faintest huff and turned her head—but not before you saw the corner of her mouth
twitch.

Then you reached behind and pulled out a roll of bright teal silk for Aiko, turning directly to Connie.

“Give this to her. Water ripple design. Soft gold shimmer. Tech-girl energy with grace.”

Connie cradled it like it might detonate in his arms. “She’s gonna scream... like, in a good way. Should
I rehearse my face for when she opens it?”

Jean muttered, “Yeah. Try ‘humble awe.’”

You were already moving. Next: a soft, warm package of earthy brown with forest green trim. You
turned to Reiner, holding it out like you were presenting a medal.

“For Karla. Trench strength. Solid color. She’ll wear it like armor.”

Reiner took it in silence, nodding once with that rare look of something deep and unspoken crossing
his face.

Then to Jean, you handed a roll of soft peach, delicate branches stitched in thread the color of early
blossoms.

“For Clara. She’s new. She’s quiet. But this will help her feel seen.”

Jean stared at it, then cleared his throat. “...Alright. I’ll make sure she knows it came from me.”

“You better,” you said sweetly.

Renji was next. You handed him a fold of deep amethyst, its cut sharp and clean.

“For Mai. Minimal, sharp lines. Strong presence.”

Renji stared at it a moment, blinking twice. “...She’s going to kill me. Then marry me. Probably in that
order.”

You winked. “Then I’ve done my job.”

Then you turned to the center of the room, to where Historia stood—regal, gentle, radiant.

You held up a kimono so light it looked like breath itself: ivory silk with lavender cranes dancing along
the hem.

“For the queen who walks like spring.”

She stepped forward, touched the sleeve lightly, and whispered, “It’s perfect.”

And finally—

You knelt before Elise, little eyes wide and shining.

“Princess,” you said formally, unfolding a baby pink kimono with embroidered bunnies, “for you.”

She squealed and clutched it like it was sacred.

The room melted.

Then—

Erwin stepped forward without a word, holding out a folded kimono of plum silk with golden leaves
to Pieck.

Her eyes widened.

“Cozy,” he murmured, voice unusually soft. “But still you.”

She touched the fabric, let out the smallest breath—maybe a laugh, maybe a sigh—and murmured,
“You really do know me.”

Next came Sasha, who practically flung open her arms to show her own kimono—vibrant plum with
wild florals bursting across it.

“LOOK.”

Nicolo took one look, clutched his chest, and turned away like he’d just been shot. “She’s gonna wear
that around me?”

“I’m not responsible for your heart rate,” Sasha grinned.

Lastly, Armin—with slightly shaky hands and ears pink—walked toward Annie and held out a neatly
folded kimono.

He said nothing. Just… looked at her.

Annie took it silently. Examined the color. The stitching. The care. Then looked up, her voice quiet.

“…You picked this?”

Armin nodded.

She didn’t smile. But her grip tightened.

You watched from the side, arms folded, absolutely satisfied.

Erwin leaned to Levi. “That was dangerously effective.”

Levi muttered, “She could rule nations with silk and a smirk.”

You turned and said brightly, “And that, my beloved messes, concludes Kimono Distribution: Part
One. Now go fall in love or something.”

You said:

but before that, we also have kimonos for the men, and armin, haruto, danchou and heichou picked
for you guys armin picked dark navy robe with faint storm-cloud patterns swirling at the base for
eren haruto picked deep red with a golden wave motif and questionable sparkles. for connie armin
picked soft chestnut brown piece with sharp black lining and minimal embroidery—sleek, stylish,
refined. for jean Erwin himself selected a heavy, earth-toned kimono with subtle mountain designs.
for reiner levi picked deep indigo robe with light silver crane patterns near the sleeves. for renji armin
showed them his kimono soft teal fabric with silver trim, subtle wave embroidery curling along the
hem which i had picked for him haruto showed them his kimono deep forest green with structured
shoulders and simple copper threading. which i too picked up Erwin, he showed his kimono navy and
gold, regal and intimidating Pitch black. Full-length. Silver threading along the collar and sleeves
which i picked and which he wore that day when we went to shopping but later on without telling
him i also bought another kimono for him other than the black one which was sleek charcoal-gray
kimono with subtle deep purple embroidery of wisteria and swirling clouds, in the end i said, and
now time for the grand reveal , my personal favorite hanges kimono, "what you thought i forgot?"
deep indigo, almost black, rippling with embroidered threads of gold and green that formed winding
vines and—yes—tiny frogs perched like silent sentinels along the hem. The sleeves were wide, the
collar was dramatic, and the whole thing screamed: chaotic genius in formalwear. Also a pair of sleek
circular gold-rimmed glasses with clear violet-tinted lenses. look at this a hair comb shaped like a frog
with a monocle and delicate silver hairpin shaped like a tiny scalpel crossed with a gear

ChatGPT said:

Kimono Royale: The Grand Reveal

—Silk, Scandals, and Scientific Frogs

You clapped your hands dramatically again, just when everyone thought it was over.

“BUT BEFORE THAT—”

Heads whipped around.
“Let’s not forget the gentlemen’s edition. Because, yes—our men also got styled. And guess who did
the picking?”

You pointed like you were assigning blame at a crime scene.

“Armin, Haruto, Danchou, and Heichou.”

First up—
You gestured at Armin, who stepped forward like a shy merchant revealing forbidden scrolls.

He presented Eren’s kimono: a dark navy robe, storm-cloud patterns swirling faintly at the base like a
brewing tempest.
Eren blinked. “You picked this?”
Armin smiled. “It’s… symbolic.”
Mikasa narrowed her eyes approvingly. “Fits him.”

Next, Haruto dramatically unrolled a kimono so red it looked like it had just come from a battlefield—

“For Connie!” he announced.

Deep red, golden wave motif… and sparkles.
Yes. Questionable sparkles.
Connie gaped. “Am I supposed to look like a shiny tsunami?”
Sasha clapped like a seal. “YES.”

Then back to Armin, who handed Jean a soft chestnut brown kimono with sharp black lining.
Jean blinked. “Wait this is actually… hot.”
You smirked. “Minimal embroidery. Sleek. Stylish. Like your ego in fabric form.”

Erwin stepped up next, the Commander’s voice smooth, posture like he was back on the warfront.
He handed Reiner a heavy earth-toned kimono with subtle mountain designs.
Reiner touched the sleeve. “Solid.”
You nodded. “Picked by the mountain himself.”

Levi, of course, didn’t say a word when he handed Renji his pick—
A deep indigo robe, silver crane patterns dancing near the sleeves.

Renji blinked. “This is... beautiful.”

Levi blinked slower. “Don’t make it weird.”
You added, “He actually picked it without insults. That is weird.”

Armin’s own kimono was revealed next: soft teal, silver trim, wave embroidery curling along the
hem.
You beamed. “I picked this one. Subtle. Kind. Smart. Just like him.”

Haruto then showed his: deep forest green, structured shoulders, simple copper threading.
You tilted your head. “Also mine. Had to make the doctor look like a forest general.”

Then, Erwin unfurled his second kimono—navy and gold. Regal. Commanding.
You gave him a lazy grin. “You’re terrifying in that. Ten out of ten.”

And then you turned to Levi—arms crossed, expression already murderous.

“You all remember the black one,” you said, gesturing.

“Pitch black. Full-length. Silver threading. He wore it during our Hizuru adventures and made
multiple heads turn.”

Levi narrowed his eye. “Don’t exaggerate.”

“They almost bowed, Levi.”

But then, with slow drama, you turned around… and lifted one final kimono from a private box.

“And without telling him, I bought another.”

Gasps.
Actual gasps.
You held up a sleek charcoal-gray kimono, subtle deep purple wisteria embroidery and curling cloud
patterns traced through the fabric like whispers. It gleamed softly in the light.

“For you, Heichou,” you said. “Because darkness deserves depth, not just black.”

Levi stared at it for a long second.

Didn’t say a word.
Didn’t need to.
But everyone saw how tight his jaw got. And how gently his hand brushed the hem.

And then—
You raised both arms like you were about to unleash the gods.

“And now, time… for the GRAND REVEAL.”

The room held its breath.

“My personal favorite… Hange’s kimono.”

You carefully unfolded it like it was sacred scripture.

Deep indigo. Almost black.

Gold and green threads rippling through it—winding vines, dancing along the hem.
And yes—tiny frogs.
Frogs like silent, judging gods perched near the sleeves.
The collar? Dramatic. The sleeves? Volcanic.
The entire thing screamed: chaotic genius who’s about to rewrite your laws of physics.

The room was frozen.

But you weren’t done.

You reached into the box and pulled out—

A pair of circular gold-rimmed glasses with violet-tinted lenses.

“For flair,” you whispered.

Then?
A frog-shaped hair comb—complete with a tiny monocle.

And finally—
A delicate silver hairpin shaped like a scalpel crossed with a gear.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” you declared, “I present to you: The Official Uniform of Scientific Royalty.”

Hange took the whole thing in with wide eyes.

“…Is this legal?” she whispered, voice full of reverence.

“Not even remotely,” you said proudly.

Everyone clapped. Even Levi. Once.

You exhaled, finally, triumphant.

“I have blessed you all. With fabric. And flair. You’re welcome.”

You said:
historia this is for albert, cream kimono with delicate black and silver embroidery of wisteria

ChatGPT said:

The Final Fold

—A Kimono for the King Consort

You turned toward Historia, who stood with Elise tucked at her side, still gently stroking the ivory hair
comb you’d gifted her earlier.

“Almost forgot,” you said, lifting one last wrapped piece from the base of the box with a grin, “but
not really.”

You stepped forward, holding it out with both hands—a gesture of reverence, formality, and the
tiniest hint of mischief in your eyes.

“This one’s for Albert.”

Historia’s brows lifted, and Elise perked up with a little gasp. You slowly unfurled the fabric to reveal
the cream-colored kimono, the material soft and smooth like the petals of a new bloom.
Embroidered along the hem and sleeves in black and silver thread were delicate strands of wisteria,
winding like quiet protection.

“Refined,” you said softly. “Dignified. The kind of look that says: I married a queen, and I know how
to behave in public.”

Historia smiled warmly, fingers brushing over the embroidery with practiced care.

“He’s going to love it,” she said, eyes glassy with quiet gratitude. “He told me once wisteria reminds
him of the first time we danced. He’ll… he’ll understand.”

You smirked. “And now he can match you when you both step out looking like the softest political
threat Paradise has ever seen.”

Levi muttered, “You’re dressing people like chess pieces now.”

“And I’m winning,” you whispered without missing a beat.

Elise clapped. “Papa’s gonna look fancy!”

You ruffled her hair gently. “Only the best for your dad.”

And with that final gift handed over, the room quieted—everyone holding a piece of you, literally
wrapped in silk, thread, and meaning.

A kingdom armed with style, sentiment, and a whole lot of secrets.

The festival couldn’t come fast enough.

You said:

okay guys the festivals gonna be in 6 days and we are all gonna have fun alright?

ChatGPT said:

Countdown to Chaos
—Six Days to Festival Mayhem
You took a step back, arms spread wide like a benevolent ruler addressing her increasingly suspicious
but loyal kingdom.

“Okay guys,” you announced, voice ringing through the room,

“the festival’s in six days. Six days until chaos, romance, possible public crying, illegal sparkles, and
me pretending I didn’t plan half of it like a war strategy.”

The squad was already buzzing.

Jean: “We’re wearing these kimonos, right? No backing out?”

Connie: “I look like a cursed flame. Of course I’m wearing it.”

Renji, gripping his silver crane kimono: “If I survive this emotionally, I want an award.”

Sasha clapped. “We're gonna eat like royalty.”

Mikasa gave the faintest nod. “It’ll be nice. I think.”

Armin (still red): “It’ll be… something.”

You grinned like a fox in royal robes.

“We are all going to have fun,” you declared.
“Whether you’re dancing, drinking, getting proposed to, or having a mental breakdown under the
lanterns. Fun. Got it?”

Everyone collectively nodded with the terrified obedience of soldiers who knew fun under your
definition came with risk of public exposure and emotional vulnerability.

Erwin folded his arms, barely hiding a smile. “Six days. That’s all the time you have.”

Levi muttered, “Six days to prepare… or evacuate.”

You raised a hand in solemn promise.

“Six days. No drama. No explosions. Just peace, food, kimonos, and unhinged happiness.”
Then added, under your breath—
“…Ish.”

The festival countdown had begun.

And not even the Titans of the past could prepare them for what was coming.

You said:

okay then bye, im gonna go and sleep i have a bad hangover, like crazy bad hangover and on top of
that this man(levi) and that man(erwin danchou) made us (me and sasha) travel to the air field by
ship, we were suffering , armin and haruto they guys took care of sasha, and i was gripping onto levi
like my life depended on him, it was a terrible journey

ChatGPT said:

Exit of the Hungover Queen

—A Regal Collapse

You threw your hands up like a war-torn commander surrendering to exhaustion.

“Okay then—bye. I’m going to sleep before my soul cracks in half.”

Everyone turned as you stumbled dramatically toward the exit, one hand on your forehead like a
fading actress in a royal tragedy.

“I have a bad hangover. Crazy bad. Like—red eyes, aching spine, questioning-my-life-decisions level
bad.”

You pointed at Levi without looking back.

“This man—Levi Heichou—cold, unshaken, unbothered—dragged us across the sea like we were
smugglers with a debt.”

Then you spun slightly and pointed at Erwin.

“And that man, Erwin Danchou, calmly approved the ship travel knowing exactly what he was doing.
You two conspired. You conspired. Against two emotionally unstable queens.”

Sasha groaned nearby, laying on the floor like a crumpled napkin. “We suffered.”

You dramatically placed a hand to your heart.

“Armin and Haruto—our saviors. Those boys are angels. They took care of Sasha while I—”

You grabbed Levi’s sleeve and tugged it for emphasis.

“—clung to him like a drowning widow at sea. I was gripping him like he was the last stable plank in a
collapsing world.”

Levi looked sideways at Erwin. “…She’s not exaggerating.”

You huffed, robes billowing behind you like a weary queen in retreat.

“No one knock on my door. No one breathe near me. If someone whispers too loud, I might cry.”

You paused at the exit and muttered under your breath,

“…Also someone check if Mochi’s still alive.”

And with that, you were gone.

Dragging your hangover, your pride, and your chaos behind you.

Long live the Queen of Dramatic Departures.

You said:

and i went off, and pieck had gone too and sasha and haruto couldnt stop telling about how the ring
was bought and all the drama which happened (go through the previous documents and keep the
responses accurate my squad knew that i went to hizuru particularly for the engagement ring but
pieck didnt know also keep hange and levi involved in the reponse)

ChatGPT said:

The Aftermath Whispers

—The Ring, The Chaos, and the Loose-Lipped Duo

You were gone. Pieck had already slipped out as well—probably to rest or read or do something
suspiciously calm, the kind of calm that you usually shattered like glass with your presence.

But you weren’t the only one who left something behind.

Because the second the door shut behind you, Sasha and Haruto exploded like two loaded cannons
packed with secrets they weren’t supposed to share.
“Okay but listen—” Sasha began, flailing slightly, eyes still bloodshot from the hangover but filled
with renewed chaos. “The RING. The drama. The jeweler. You people don’t understand.”

“She made the salesman propose to Erwin!” Haruto blurted out, wide-eyed, hands flying in the air.
“Like literally. He got down on one knee.”

Jean blinked. “...Why.”

“Because,” Sasha said with full-bodied conviction, “she said, and I quote, ‘He’ll know the right one
when he gets the feels.’”

Annie stared blankly. “The feels.”

“She means emotional resonance,” Armin clarified helpfully.

“And then,” Sasha continued, absolutely on fire, “Levi, Armin, and I had to run across the city
because someone forgot the money bag!”

“You ran?” Reiner said, stunned.

Levi—who had not left—groaned from the corner, arms crossed. “I didn’t run. I walked fast. Because
I have dignity.”

“Oh oh oh—” Haruto was practically vibrating. “—and then someone else bought the ring we
wanted, and Maddy tried to chase him down wearing a tiara and rifle!”

Hange, who had been sipping tea like a mild observer, choked. “A tiara. And a rifle?”

Levi muttered under his breath, “And a pearl necklace.”

“Then,” Sasha added dramatically, “she got stuck in the anti-theft bars like an angry royal ghost!”

“She ran after a nobleman in the street,” Haruto continued. “And then—AND THEN—they staged a
fake dying wish story so the nobleman would trade rings!”

Connie’s jaw dropped. “They WHAT?!”

“Levi said she was dying,” Sasha nodded solemnly. “And she said she wanted to be buried in that
ring. He fell for it. Gave it up immediately.”

Armin coughed into his sleeve. “She also gave Erwin the second ring and called it ‘Compromise.’”

Jean whispered, “That’s kinda poetic, though.”

At this point, Hange leaned forward on the table, glasses glinting. “So let me get this straight—this
entire mission to Hizuru, under royal cover, was a black-ops engagement ring procurement plan,
layered with romantic manipulation, petty theft, noble deception, and jewelry-based performance
art?”

Sasha and Haruto, in perfect sync: “YES.”

Levi let out a long exhale through his nose. “And she wonders why I get headaches.”

Then Armin glanced around—and paused.

“…Guys,” he said slowly, “Pieck doesn’t know. About the ring. The bunny. The whole proposal plan.”

The room froze.