You were known as Y/N, the “Ghost of the Vanguard.” A Titan shifter, but unlike Pieck’s Cart Titan, yours bore a more elegant, haunting form — low to the ground for agility, but with sharp, piercing features and graceful movement. Your Titan form had sleek armor on your limbs, icy eyes, and a haunting call when you screamed. You were used for speed, reconnaissance, and ambush, but your human skills rivaled your Titan ones. A master in blades, silent as a shadow, your expression rarely wavered.

You were a warrior without a home, once part of Marley’s army, defected, captured — then trusted.

And that was how Levi Ackerman came back into your life.

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Flashback – Five Years Ago

You met Levi during a special operation in Marley, long before the War for Paradis escalated. You were his equal in skill and matched his cold, curt nature. At the time, the two of you shared missions, blood, and brief stolen moments. Words were few, but glances lingered. One night, after nearly dying together, he had stitched your shoulder in silence. That was the only time he called you by your first name.

But when you disappeared — assumed dead — he never mentioned you again. Not even to Hange.

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Present Day – Paradis

The room was dim. You stood near the window, wearing the black Survey Corps uniform. Your expression unreadable as you looked out into the forest.

Levi entered the room silently. He always knew how to find you.

“You’re not going to talk?” he asked, voice low.

You didn’t look at him. “No reason to.”

He stepped closer. “You left without a word.”

“I had to.”

“I thought you were dead.”

You finally turned, eyes sharp like knives. “You never came looking.”

That struck him harder than any Titan.

Silence stretched between you both.

“You were the only person who didn’t look at me like a monster,” you whispered. “Even after seeing my Titan form.”

Levi looked at the floor, jaw tight. “You were never a monster. Not to me.”

Your breath caught — the closest thing to an admission he’d ever made.

“I still remember,” you said, softer now, “when you stitched me up. You brushed my hair back… I pretended I was asleep.”

Levi looked away, hiding the faintest flush. “Tch… You never could shut up.”

You stepped closer. “You still care.”

He met your eyes. Cold steel meeting a quiet storm.

“Doesn’t mean I’ll act on it.”

You gave a sad smile. “Then I won’t wait.”

You left the room, silent and swift. Just like before.

But this time, Levi followed.

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Later – Battlefront

Your Titan tore through the battlefield with elegance and rage. You caught a falling soldier in your mouth and tossed him to safety — not unlike the stories of the female Titan. Levi, bloody and battered, landed on your back mid-fight, blade broken.

He placed a hand on your nape.

“Still beautiful,” he muttered. “Even in this form.”

You paused, heart thudding.

You were his ghost — his silent ally, the one who left and returned. The only one who made Levi feel… human.