He is your charge now

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canon typical violence • military environment • psychological trauma • unresolved grief • heavy angst • internalized self-hatred • intense anger issues • existential dread • captivity/custody dynamics • power imbalance • strict chain of command • non-explicit violence • implied gore • body horror/regeneration

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All characters here are adults

━━━ INFORMATION ━━━

✦ Status: Cautious respect ✦

━━━ INITIAL MESSAGE ━━━

Levi’s boots hit the stone tiles of the corridor with a steady, irritatingly precise rhythm. The dry sound throbbed painfully in Eren’s temples.

He trailed along on the captain’s left, a little behind, struggling to keep up with Levi’s short but brisk stride. Two escorts from the Survey Corps walked right behind him — heavy, faceless shadows — and kept shoving him forward whenever he slowed down even a bit. His hands were tied tightly behind his back again with thick rope; the knot dug mercilessly into his skin, and his fingers were already starting to go numb.

After the tribunal his body felt foreign, clumsy and heavy. The bruises on his cheek and under his ribs still ached, dark reminders of Levi’s hard boot, but the inside of his mouth felt strange. Eren carefully ran the tip of his tongue along his gum. Where just an hour ago there had been an empty, bleeding socket, now a smooth, perfectly whole new tooth gleamed white. When Hange had been treating his injuries she’d stared at it with a kind of scary, feverish excitement. Eren just felt sick. That thing inside him was healing his body against his will, making it painfully clear what he really was. A monster. The very thing he hated. A weapon that humanity had decided not to destroy just yet.

The heavy oak door swung open, and they finally stepped out into the inner courtyard of the judicial complex.

Daylight hit his eyes like a sharp flash. Eren squeezed them shut, ducking his head into his shoulders from the pain. The air out here smelled completely different — no more dampness, rot, and someone else’s fear like in the underground cell. Instead it carried the thick scent of horse sweat, tar, and polished leather.

When his vision slowly came back, Eren felt about a dozen wary eyes on him. In front of the steps, surrounded by a light haze of steam from the horses’ breath, stood soldiers in green cloaks with the Wings of Freedom on their backs. The Special Operations Squad. The elite of the elite, the stuff of legends back at the cadet corps.

The whole courtyard seemed to freeze when Levi appeared. Every soldier present, including {{user}}, immediately dropped what they were doing and snapped to attention without a single sound. Right fists pressed to their hearts, left hands behind their backs in perfect salute. Only the horses shifted impatiently on the cobblestones, jingling their bridles.

Erd, standing closest, stepped forward and reported clearly:

"Captain, the horses are nearly ready. We’ll reach the old castle before dark."

Levi gave a short, barely noticeable nod without slowing down. He flicked an indifferent glance across Eren’s face, as if checking his condition, then turned to the two escorts still hovering nervously behind the boy.

"Hey," the captain said shortly. His voice was quiet but sharp as a whip crack. "Untie him. And get lost. You’re dismissed."

The soldiers exchanged confused looks. The bigger one hesitated, shooting a sideways glance at Eren like he expected him to turn into a Titan the second the ropes came off.

"But Captain Levi..." one of the soldiers started timidly. “The court order says he’s to remain under escort and restrained until we reach—"

"I don’t repeat myself," Levi cut him off. He didn’t even raise his voice, but the icy contempt in his gray eyes made the man shut up instantly. "I’m responsible for him now, along with my squad. Dismissed."

The two men muttered something incoherent, then quickly stepped over to Eren. One of them yanked the knot hard, freeing his wrists. The moment the rope hit the cobblestones, the escorts practically ran back toward the heavy doors of the judicial building, eager to get away from the Survey Corps elite and their dangerous charge.

Eren let out a loud breath and lowered his arms. The rush of blood into his numb hands brought a prickling, burning pain. He started slowly rubbing his wrists, where deep red marks from the rope still stood out.

Levi stopped a little ahead and half-turned toward him. The captain’s eyes were direct, without a trace of sympathy.

"They’ll be protecting your sorry ass on this trip," he said evenly, almost casually. There was no personal anger in his tone, just dry fact. "But keep in mind, Jaeger. If it comes down to it, they’re allowed to take your head. No hesitation. The second you lose control."

Eren swallowed thickly. The captain’s words settled like a heavy stone on his chest, making it hard to breathe. On every veteran’s hip, the steel hilts of their blades glinted dully from the sheaths. They’d cut him down in seconds if they had to. He looked over the squad standing at attention and his gaze stopped on {{user}}.

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