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AoT A Fateful Encounter ReaderxLevi Chapter Five

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You cautiously followed Levi up the stairs, shining the candle around to make sure that both of you could see where you were going.
The only sounds to be heard were your footfalls on the creaking wooden stairs.
You paused for a moment, something to your left on the wall caught your attention.
“Hmm.” You held the candle up and examined the object.
Levi stopped as your footfalls fell silent, his cold gaze turned back to face you, his brow furrowing as he watched you.
“What are you doing l/n?” Asked Levi.
Receiving no response he started making his way back towards you.
“Glass...metal…” You mumbled.
Your hands stroked over the object, taking in all the small details of it. The shape of the glass, the contours of the metal and the small piece that turned at the bottom.
Your e/c eyes widened.
“I know exactly what this is!”
You turned the small dial at the bottom of the object, hearing the telltale hiss of gas being released.
“A gas lamp, I knew it!” Your e/c eyes glinted in the candlelight, how you loved your inquisitive nature.
You lifted one of the panels of glass and moved the candle flame into the chamber, waiting for the gas to ignite. You smiled proudly, a small portion of the stairs became illuminated in an eerie orange glow, you looked further up the staircase and noticed another one.
“The staircase must be lined with them.” You muttered, suddenly finding yourself facing Levi and jumping back from the shock of his sudden appearance.
“Light as many as you can, but make sure they’re not visible from the windows. We don’t want to attract any titans.”
“Yes Sir.” You replied, continuing to make your way up the stairs and lighting the next lamp.
“Oh and L/n.”
You looked up from the task at hand, the eerie glow of the second lamp illuminating your face.
“Well done Smart Ass.”
You smiled and nodded. “Thank you Sir.”

Sasha and Armin wasted no time in locating the kitchen.
The room was dark and cold. The window pane had been broken at some point, allowing the cold night air to circulate the area with its deathly chill.
The old wooden worktop and cupboards beneath were covered by a thick layer of dust. Pots and pans covered in dirt hung on the walls, the stove was covered with grime and mould.
The pale moonlight was streaming in through the broken window, bathing the room in a silver glow as they entered.
“Hmm this looks like it’s been abandoned for a while.” Said Armin, shining his candle around the room.
“Who cares, where’s the food!” Groaned Sasha, she clutched her rumbling stomach with a pained expression on her face.
“Let’s try the pantry.” Suggested Armin

Jean and Marco found an old wooden door to the left of the kitchen under the stairs.
“Think this could be the cellar then?” Asked Marco, he shone the candle around and examined the weathered surface of the wood.
“One way to find out.” Replied Jean as he tried the door handle, frowning when it failed to move.
“Hmm.” He twiddled it harder and tried pressing his weight down on it, but it still refused to budge.
“Guess it’s locked.” Said Marco as he shone the candle around again, his brow furrowed as he saw a rusty padlock on the door.
“Hey Jean look at this.” He pointed to the padlock. “Clearly someone didn’t want us getting in.”
“Damnit, where’s Brain Box when you need her? She could probably pick that lock within seconds...” A dirty smile crossed Jean’s face. “I wonder what other work I could find for her delicate little hands…”
“She’d probably sniff the air, test the wind speed and calculate the traveling speed of an unladen swallow before handing us the key!” Laughed Marco.
“African or European?” Quizzed Jean.
“How the hell should I know? I thought you were just going to make a joke about her swallowing!”
“Oh yeah, I didn’t think of that!” Jean’s dirty smile widened, his testosterone levels spiking.
“Or you could bring a Marco, I’m just as good as her!”
Marco kicked the lock and sent the door flying off its hinges with a loud thud.
“Get your knickers off and we’ll find out then.” Smiled Jean suggestively.
“Jean, I don’t wear knickers!” Marco blushed furiously as he stepped through the door and headed down the stairs.
“If you don’t know that guys don’t have a moist hole you can stick your little prick into then you’re not going to get very far!”
Jean rolled his eyes and followed Marco to the bottom of the cellar.
“So anything here?” He asked.
Marco raised the candle and looked around the small space, it was empty and dark. The stone walls were cold to the touch and there was absolutely nothing in the cellar apart from a ring of what appeared to be a ring of salt surrounding some sort of tribal markings.
“Hey what’s that on the floor?” Asked Jean, taking the candle from Marco.
He stepped forward, his foot scuffing the salt ring as he walked over it.
Marco knelt down next to Jean and reached out to touch the markings.
“Is...is that drawn in...blood?” Gasped Marco, recoiling his hand, his eyes widening in fear, he stepped back towards the stairs.
A loud hissing sound filled the air as several smoky tendrils emerged from the stone floor.

“Please have food! Please have food!” Pleaded Sasha as she pushed the pantry door open.
Armin stepped inside and shone the candle around, he frowned as his eyes scanned the dusty space.
“Well there’s fresh food here.” Smiled Armin looking up at the shelves and seeing an array of various fresh fish on salt covered trays. He looked higher and saw fresh chicken and duck carcasses hanging from the ceiling, they were plump and fat as if they’d only just been slaughtered
“Hey what’s that?” Asked Sasha pointing at a woven basket.
Armin shone the candle over it and cautiously lifted the lid.
“Jackpot!” Screamed Sasha excitedly.
The basket was full of fresh fruit and bread, it looked and smelled delicious. The fruit was ripe and juicy, the bread was soft to the touch and had a just baked smell.
“This was such a good idea!” Shrieked Sasha, she was foaming at the mouth, her eyes darted around the pantry in excitement trying to figure out what to eat first.
“Look Sasha, they even have potatoes!” Gasped Armin reaching into the basket and pulling out a large brown skinned vegetable.
“Wow this is the best potato I’ve ever seen!” Sasha snatched it from him and inhaled its earthy aroma.

Eren and Mikasa walked into a large room and looked around in awe.
“Considering it doesn’t look like much on the outside, the inside looks impressive.” Noted Eren, his eyes scanned the room in the dim candlelight. The only sound to be heard was their footsteps on the polished wooden floorboards.
There were several comfortable couches, their wooden structures were draped in fine fabrics. The curtains still hung neatly over the windows, they were a little dusty but nothing a good shake wouldn’t sort out. There was also a large stone hearth with a comfortable looking rug draped in front of it, a pile of freshly cut logs sat on the right hand side of the fireplace.
“Eren, close the curtains and help me start making a fire.” Ordered Mikasa, she headed over to the hearth and started gathering up the logs and placing them into it.
Eren nodded and did as he was told.
“Well at least we can all get warm now.” He said.
“How long do you think we have until we meet up with Captain Levi and the others?”
“Not long.” Replied Mikasa. “Long enough to get this fire going.”
“At least f/n won’t get to hog all the glory this time.” Grinned Eren.
“Why do you care whether f/n is in Captain Levi’s good books or not?” Asked Mikasa with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m a titan shifter.” Stated Eren. “If anyone should be teachers pet in this squad it should be me!”
Mikasa laughed. “Eren, f/n uses her brain...you don’t!”
Eren frowned at her for a moment before a grin spread across his face.
“Yeah we all know what she uses her brain for.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Come on Mikasa, you can’t have failed to notice Captain Levi has a tendency to favour f/n above the rest of us. I bet she uses that mouth of hers for more than answering questions...”
“Eren that’s disgusting!” Gasped Mikasa with a blush.
“You know she said something odd to me when we first joined the Survey Corps, now the more I think about it the more it makes sense.”
Mikasa looked over at him, he squatted beside her and touched his candle to the pile of wood in the hearth.
“Go on.” Encouraged Mikasa.
“She said that a Survey Corps soldier saved her life in Shiganshina, she seemed to think it was Captain Levi.”
Mikasa frowned. “Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. Does it matter?”
“Just saying, maybe it was him and that’s why he has a bit of a soft spot for her.” Shrugged Eren.
Mikasa touched the candle to the logs. “I doubt it, that scout could’ve been anyone, who’s to say he’s even still alive?”
The logs on the hearth caught fire, bathing the room in a warm orange glow.
“I guess so.” Replied Eren.
Mikasa placed the last log onto the pile and stood up.
“Okay come on let’s go meet the others.”
Uh oh...what's going on? 
What sort of trouble have Jean and Marco landed themselves in?
Things are going to start getting sinister!
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digitalbird06's avatar
Jesus Christ Jean, could you be anymore vulgar. 

I do do have to say that I immediately thought of Supernatural when you mentioned the ring of salt. Maybe Sam and Dean will come to the rescue