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arminsumi · 1 year

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The Detectives

Oneshot / E. Jaeger

"Sweets..." Eren called sarcastically, looking directly at you, hands still on the steering wheel.

"Let's at least solve this murder case before we start one ourselves." He said.

Summary;

You and Eren are both detectives; your superiors, Hange and Levi, decided that despite your turbulent relationship, you work incredibly well together.

Your lack of seriousness to the case and bubbly + nympho personality vexes Eren.

To make things worse, Mikasa now holds a grudge against you. Topping it all off, Eren pried your intimate grip off of his best friend, Armin.

Let's see if two detectives can solve a murder case when they're well on their way to creating a new one themselves.

Cws; Profanity, mentions murder (I mean... obviously, you're detectives), a bit typical and cheesy at times

"Still wracking your brain at this hour?"

Reiner's voice gently rumbled into your ears, stealing your attention from your puzzling evidence documents.

You shrugged and smiled lamely in response.

Leaning against the wall of your cubicle, Reiner shook his head at you, "Everyone else got off work ages ago; you ought to take rest, too, you've been working too hard."

"Ah, you're right." You sighed, slapping closed the document folder that was previously spread out on your desk.

You stretched and groaned whimsically; it was a habit you'd formed, to play with the boy's ears.

Reiner took up small talk with you while you lackadaisically cleaned up your desk.

"Is it still looking bleak?" He asked, regarding the investigation.

"Yeah, it sure is. So far nothing makes sense." You sighed. "It would be great if I had a partner to work with." You said loud enough for Eren to hear.

There was a bout of silence wherein you expected Eren to respond or even look over at you from his little cubicle. You dramatically clicked your tongue after there was a response of silence from Eren.

Reiner was still leaning against the cubicle wall, pressing out a smile between his lips.

You surrendered to the messiness of your desk and strapped your handbag over your shoulder.

"Ah, chipped already?" You observed your freshly chipped red nails, "Eren," You called to him cheekily, and he lifted his gaze from his own documents, "If I solve this case all by myself, you're going to pay for my pedicure."

"Mhm." He hummed disinterestedly, returning his gaze right back to his documents.

Eren wasn't the type to joke or goof around, just like Mika.

They would have been great partners on this case, you thought...

Ah, why did you have to do this to us, Hange?

One week ago

Levi was against the idea, but Hange persisted.

"They'll get it done. I know them, alright? Ah, come on, Levi, put some trust in them, will you."

He tsked, arms folded and eyes narrowed, "They're going to create a whole new murder case. Have you ever seen them getting along? I haven't. This gamble of yours feels reminiscent of Erwin."

"Really?" Hange smiled, "I guess I'm taking after him."

"It's funny now, Hange, but give it a week and you'll see the detriment."

Hange wasn't really listening to Levi anymore; they were peering through the blinds of their office window, straining their ears to overhear whatever it was that you and Eren were arguing about by the water cooler.

He was giving his unwanted opinion of your nympho lifestyle, as he often did. Everyone else's lifestyles didn't get policed by him, but when it came to you, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Levi and Hange looked at each other and listened to you and Eren go at it.

"God damn you!" You were yelling at Eren now.

Levi shook his head and heaved a tremendous sigh, then rose from his hunched sitting position on Hange's desk.

" 'Put some trust in them', huh?" He sighed. Hange's lips pursed together.

Present-day

You stopped your steps a few meters away from the bakey.

"We're wasting our time here." You said, eyes squinting at the dangling sign above.

"We're investigating, Y/n; this is our job." Eren said flatly, "But I know," He continued sarcastically, "You'd rather be sucking your promotion out of Levi."

You quickly snapped at him, "Ah fucking hell! I was just joking, you damn crow!"

"Anyways," Eren added, ignoring your insult entirely, "The owner here knew our guy. I'm sure we can shake something out of him."

The hem of Eren's black coat scraped the sidewalk concrete as he headed inside the brightly-lit bakery. You watched after him, rubbing your tongue into your cheek, bathing in the annoying atmosphere that he stirred.

"Ah, God damn... fine." You groaned under your breath, then followed in his steps.

You took a stand besides Eren's imposing frame, feeling like a child tagging along rather than his partner. Upon taking a deep inhale and looking around, the atmosphere of the bakery replaced the annoyance that Eren has previously stirred. Both the neutral-earthy tones of the bakery's palette and its enticing fresh bread scent acted as a balm to your nerves.

"Smells good." You commented under your breath, flitting your eyes around.

Eren headed for the paying counter to speak with the employee about talking to the owner, but you were unbothered and wandered over to the bakery's beaming display case. Golden pastries and breads were neatly tucked into place, begging for you to give in and buy them all.

By the time Eren regrouped with you, you had bought two soot-black coffees and overly-sweet pastries to pair with it. He gave you a disappointed frown, then took a seat with you at a secluded table.

"Well?" You looked at him expectantly.

He focused his eyes into his coffee as if it had answers to the case swimming within the blackness.

After a bout of his analytical silence, you spoke up again.

"Oh, does the coffee know the killer?" You attempted a joke.

Eren ignored this and then said, "I asked to see the owner. He should be coming soon."

You laughed. Eren knew why. He let out an exasperated sound and quietly finished his coffee.

In order to annoy him to the fullest, you decided to recede back into your serious detective persona when the owner came out the back-end of the bakery.

You extended your hand and formally introduced yourself to him.

"Did you know him well?" You asked, among other typical questions.

It seemed that he was evading giving you valuable answers.

Although you were praised for being a gentle-spoken person by your friends at the office, it was times like this where you realized it was more detrimental than beneficial.

Eren stepped in, firm voice filling the air, "She didn't ask you for your life story, she asked if you knew him; did you? Was he a friend? A regular customer?"

When the owner started blubbering, Eren gave a flat look and spoke, "Do you think we're here to waste your time? That would be wasting our time, too, and our time is far more precious than yours."

The owner finally opened up, informing you two that the victim was merely a regular customer who acted awfully rude to him.

You could tell that further attempts to press the owner were futile efforts, so you subtly urged that the two of you leave.

"Eren." You said, and nodded for the two of you to finally leave.

The two of you left the bakery and retreated into Eren's beat up, sticker-adorned truck. He hated this thing with a passion, and it jolted so much when on the road that you'd be jiggling around together like in a ridiculous movie scene.

It was a hot summer; the blasting aircon barely helped to cool the incessant sweat of your body.

"What are we supposed to make of that?" You whined frustratedly, kicking your legs around.

Eren glanced at you with contempt.

You muttered what the owner had disclosed as if it would cause a eureka moment, "God, everyone in this city is fucking useless." You groaned, "Who the hell murders a man while he's sleep, anyways?"

"Alright, stop bleating, you're annoying." Eren sighed.

"I'm not bleating..." You mumbled.

You closed your eyes and shimmied down the plaid seat, "And a hot CEO at that... what a crime."

Eren gave you a disgusted side-eye, so you quickly added, "Joking, I'm joking! Fuck..."

He turned the keys in the ignition; the truck rumbled to life. He began looking behind him while pulling out the parallel parking space.

It wasn't the engine's roar that brought on your eureka moment, but the flapping remnants of an advertisement flyer on the light pole.

"The docks!" You slapped the dashboard.

Eren looked over at you, halting the process of pulling out of the parking spot, "What about the docks?"

"We've got to go there." You said, "I just... feel like we should, I mean."

Eren heaved a sigh at you, "You feel like we should?" He repeated almost incredulously.

"I have a hunch." You said.

He scoffed, "You're not Armin, you can't just go off of your hunches like he does."

You drew in a deep breath and squinted over at Eren.

His manbun was deliciously sloppy, spilling out strands over his face in a way that made you want to hop on top of him and eat him up.

"Get us to the damn docks, Eren." You said again.

He succumbed and continued pulling out of the parking spot, steering into the home-time traffic that the two of you so often got held up in.

Eren's eyes were alight with the golden hour's rays. You couldn't stand the fact that he was so sorely handsome, yet so hard to get. He showed zero interest in your sexual advances, so you entirely gave up on trying further.

The whole ride to the docks you kept squeezing your thighs together tightly. You'd never have noticed, but Eren glanced over and noticed this. Something about going on aimless chases all over the city for this investigation filled him with an excitement.

Night descended, the dock's lights gleamed as you rolled to a slow halt by the cargo.

You stepped out into the 'fresh' air; it was filled with pollution, a repugnant fish-and-traffic smell wafted by, but this was as fresh as it was gonna get in a big city.

"Eren, stretch your legs a bit." You urged, adding, "Get some fresh pollution."

It was the first time that Eren's face hinted at being amused by one of your jokes. It was merely shadow of a smile drifting across his face, but it was enough to make you feel good.

You two wandered the docks, seemingly aimlessly, but your gut told you that something important was here. It was an enigmatic feeling, almost like a premonition that was struggling to reach you.

Of course, you began doubting yourself because of how Eren had put you down earlier.

"Hey," You kicked the tip of his shoe, and he paid you attention, "Why'd you have to say that earlier? I know I'm not Armin... but, you know, there's no need to make me feel even more insecure..." You trailed off.

There was a silence only occupied by the rumbling of both distant waves and city traffic.

"Sorry." He said, finally looking at you.

Your gaze rose to meet him. It was impossible to decipher anything from his deadpan.

"Sorry...? Sorry doesn't cut it. You've been an awful partner." You sighed.

Eren idled closer to you. You were excited by the slowly closing distance between the two of you. His whole feeling engulfed you, that's the only way you could describe it to yourself; he captured you in his heavy, brooding feeling.

Heavy, brooding, but somewhere there was a sultriness that both of you recognized from the very beginning of your relationship, however your denial scooped you away from embracing this.

"Have I been that bad?" He said, speaking in a low murmur.

The waves beneath the docks rippled noisily. You just stood before Eren, utterly captivated by his green eyes; sometimes, the light hit them at such a perfect angle that they seemed to glow.

"Yeah. You have. You're possibly the worst partner I've had to work with." You huffed.

"Mhm, I'm sure. You must miss working with Armin. He's easier to wrap around your finger than I am, right? Isn't that what you hate about me?"

You immediately became defensive despite knowing he was right.

When you worked with Armin a while back, you had him entirely wrapped around your finger; he hopped at your every beckon and call.

Everyone at work knew that you two were sharing more than what co-workers should be sharing, yet no one cared enough to disrupt it. Besides, they all liked you so much that they didn't want to appear rude by commenting.

Only when Eren whispered in Armin's ear about your supposed nympho lifestyle, did everything fall apart. He saw right through you, he knew you were playing with his best friend just for the fun of it.

"God damn you..." You said bitterly, then sighed, "God... never mind, I'm too tired to — fuck!" Your sentence was interrupted, and you wailed in surprise, spotting something horrific floating along the waves below the docks.

"Too tired to fuck? See, that's a good joke." Eren laughed, "A nympho being too tired to fuck..."

"No, look..." You said, pointing, voice wrung with disgust at the sight of a body; half sunk in the water by the weight of death.

"Shit." Eren sighed exasperatedly after seeing what you saw.

Within one week of the last murder, another popped up, so adding even more to yours and Eren's plate. Great, you thought.

Something about your line of work demanded humor, or else it would be so grim you'd die.

"Ah, Eren, you were wrong, see? My hunches are correct." You joked when the two of you set off down the highway, on your way back to the station to report this.

"Please shut up." He sighed. You didn't; you wanted to rub it in his face that you were right for once.

You two reached the station and Eren turned the car off.

"Armin and I would have been great together, see?" You said spitefully.

There was a judging silence that descended over you, but it barely made you regret striking up this argument.

"I'm glad I protected my best friend from you." He said.

You laughed, "You make me sound like I'm the murderer!"

Eren didn't find this amusing. You pushed him further, even though at this point you could feel the heat of his temper radiating off of him.

He drew his gaze away from the station in front of the car, then turned to face you.

"Sweets..." Eren called sarcastically, looking directly at you, hands still on the steering wheel.

"Let's at least solve this murder case before we start one ourselves." He said.

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broken-freedom · 2 years

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I know I am slow with writing 😵‍💫!

I mostly do it for fun so I am trying to not make it another chore if that makes sense 🫡!

#I work 55+ hours during the week and reached a point where I pass out while I am eating from how exhausted I am #I have no time to read but I steal a few moments to write down ideas or lines every day so I always have Eren on the mind 🤤#next fic is a personalized request so it isn’t Eren but next maybe I will post chapter 1 of the pilot Ren series 🫡#I am usually good with detecting when I’ll pass out and prepare for it #but lately it has been sudden I’d pass out in random places and panic when I wake up in at 4 am still in my work clothes from the day before #easily dropped 5 lbs in the past few weeks hehe 😀

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coquettetoji · 6 months

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{💌} ARMIN ARLERT MOODBOARD

★ general armin hcs ★

— sweetest soul who is 100% down to earth, will scold you for not recycling your fork into the correct trash can and will pick up plastic / any trash on the ground

— nerdy golden retriever boy, and is the biggest people pleaser

— played hockey growing up and in college, he’s a right winger

— reads a shit ton of books, will press pretty and colorful flowers he finds outside into the book spine to save it

— is academically and naturally smart, gpa is a strong 4.2, majors in business, economics, or biology, some smart shit like that ( will grow up to be that hot rich dad every single mom wants )

— SLEEPER BUILD 🗣️🗣️AND A V LINE🗣️🗣️

— hands are big but they’re like bony and soft, he also plays piano so he’s good with his hands *moan*

— his most used app is spotify, google classroom, and messages

— lana del rey coded. i will argue with anyone who thinks otherwise.

— listens to cigarettes after sex, clairo, and this one random 63 hour playlist called ‘band cafe soft jazz music’

— speaking of cigarettes, armin also smokes cigarettes (ik i’m sorry) but this guy is a student athlete, ofc he’s gonna have to de-stress somehow

— drives the newest model of a white range rover with beige interior

— 6’1 teddy bear with attachment issues

— speaks french fluently

— so so so soft spoken like you will never see him yelling at another person, even when he’s frustrated

— also doesn’t like cursing, will give someone a quick glance if they cuss but won’t mind it

— has a gold chain around his neck, yes the slutty kind

— came from old money 🤭🤑, he dresses like it too i’m talking quarter zips, sweaters, khakis, and neutral colors, wears his gold thin wire framed glasses occasionally

— knows all girl shit bc of his little sister (who he adores) he learned how to take care of her so he’s really reliable when it comes to treating girls right

— his phone case is the apple silicone one that’s cream color, keeps one of his credit cards in the case behind his phone

— phone screen is him and his puppy ( spot the difference game for everyone 👍 )

— every woman he knows or did a favor for all say “his mother raised him right”

— the most organized person ever, his whole pantry would labeled and organized like khloe kardashian’s

— eren and armin are 100% that black cat golden retriever duo, take a wild guess on who is which lol

— 2 deep dimples on his cheeks that pop out when he smiles, also has light freckles dusted on his nose n around it, has the straightest whitest teeth + an adorable smile **he’s so grateful for braces existing

— overall the most genuine human out there, no detection of fuck boy here 😁😁😁

{💌} new message from mica

armin is actually my baby i love him so much i need me a soft spoken tall nerdy blonde white boy in my life now

#armin x reader #armin arlert #armin aot #armin x y/n #armin fluff #attack on titan #aot fluff #aot headcanons #aot moodboard #armin headcanons #aot smau #aot #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #armin x you #attack on titan x reader

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daddy-suguru · 1 year

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𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝟑𝟏 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬!

✑ MDI | active event! | warning for darker kinks, everything will be consensual - tag closed!

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 breeding - detective!Satoru Gojo

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | established relationship - married, breeding/talk of pregnancy, calling each other various nicknames of baby daddy/baby mama/princess, teasing/pleading/begging, cockwarming, lingerie, food play - chocolate hearts, pussy eating, breeding, hints at round two, clit rubbing during cool-down period, squirting, praise

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ | 2.3k

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐 corruption/virgin kink - true form!Sukuna Ryomen

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs | monster fucking, virgin!collage student!reader (has a vague idea of the parts and that they make babies but not how do), heavy virgin & corruption kink, begging, teaching, rough degrading praise, heavy hints at sukuna's jealousy/possessiveness, oral, needing to prep you for both his cocks, fingering you in front of the mirror, grinding, heavy size kink, sukuna is eight feet tall in his true form, sukuna has two dicks, Sukuna's stomach mouth is hungry for your pussy, extreme manhandling/holding you in the air to fuck you, begging, one slap, sukuna makes out with you a little

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ | 2.4k

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 edging - cop!Toji Fushiguro

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟒 begging - detective!Satoru Gojo

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 corruption kink - incubus!Suguru Geto

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔 thigh riding -Choso Kamo

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕 overstimulation - titan form!Eren Jeager

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖 bondage - Succubus!Mikasa

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟗 painal- Madara Uchiha

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 gunplay - Toji Fushiguro

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏 kidnapping (roleplayed) - Satoru and Suguru

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐 degradation/humiliation - ghostface!Toji & ghostface!Sukuna

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 praise/body worship - dragon!Suguru geto

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒 belly bulge - dragon!Kento Nanami

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓 dacryphilia - demon!Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔 somnophilia - Shoko Ieri

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕 triple penetration - Satoru, Suguru, Toji

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖 punishment - Toji Fushiguro

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗 outdoor sex - Suguru, Toji, Sukuna and Satoru

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎 mind break - dragon!Toji Fushiguro

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏 pregnancy kink - dilf!Suguru geto

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐 orgasm control - Eremika

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑 good girl/daddy - vampire!Kento Nanami

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒 femdom - Satoru Gojo

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓 voice/guided orgasm - Choso Kamo

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔 mutual masturbation - Madara Uchiha

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕 sensory deprivation/no sight or sound - Suguru Geto

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖 making you his goddess - God of war!Sukuna Ryomen

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗 squirting - giant!Toji Fushiguro

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎 drugged/high sex/mating - Incubus!Satoru Gojo

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟏 sorry for having sex with all of your friends/revenge n break up sex - Shoko, Suguru, Satoru, Sukuna, Toji, Choso, Iori

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linkspooky · 26 days

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Megumi Will Start the Merger Theory

You heard me. I know this sounds wild and out of left field, but it's just a theory. A Jujutsu Kaisen theory. I fully acknowledge it might not happen, but please stick around long enough for me to argue why I think Megumi's character may go in this direction.

This one is for all the Megumi corruption arc truthers out there. I came up with this theory when it became clear that saving Megumi from Sukuna's grasp was going to be more difficult than just giving him a motivational speech, or punching Sukuna until their souls separated. Furthermore, I believe that Jujutsu Kaisen's manga won't end with the defeat of Sukuna. There will be one more curve ball thrown at us by Gege in the late game, and this is me trying to anticipate the pitch before the baseball hits me in the face. Underneath the cut I will speculate on the direction that Gege may take Megumi's arc, the relationship between Sukuna and Megumi, and Yuji's role in the finale.

What is a Corruption Arc?

Before digging in too deep I want to explain what I mean when I say I'm a Megumi corruption arc truther. A character arc is a story arc in regards to a character where a character changes from beginning to end. That's the most basic definition, arcs can be more complex, some arcs are actually inversions of the standard character arc where a character is defined by his lack of change.

However, those still need some element change, sometimes characters around them change to show contrast. For example, Eren is a stagnant character from beginning to end in Attack on Titan, but characters like Mikasa, Armin, Jean all grow up to show by comparison how little Eren has grown. Sometimes circumstances change around a character, and their lack of growth is a failure to adapt to those circumstances.

A character arc requires a change, but it's not necessarily a positive change. Often called negative character development, these characters regress instead of grow. This happens in many ways. One of the most basic examples of a character arc is a want / need arc. A want / need arc shows an emotional hole in the protagonist's life that needs repairing and how resolving the plot allows them to fill that hole. The protagonist usually knows what they need, but they know what they want, and often what they want won't actually fix them.

For example if I'm feeling sad I want to eat donuts to lift my mood, but what I need to do is learn healthier ways to work through my negative emotions. A character who keeps pursuing what they want, instead of realizing what they need won't grow, that's negative character development.

That's just one example though, Gege gave us a blueprint for a corruption arc in Hidden Inventory.

In Yu Yu Hakusho the character Sensui (directly cited by Gege as his inspiration for Geto in an interview) once was a spirit detective like the protagonist. No one describes him as corrupt from the beginning, in fact he's constantly described as more pure and upstanding than delinquent Yusuke Urameshi who likes getting into fights. He has a strong sense of justice, but rigid black and white views that come with it. Once he's confronted with evidence that directly contradicts his demons bad, humans good paradigm he cannot cope, and the narrative all but states Sensui's purity traditionally a good trait corrupted him because of his inability to adapt and his rigidity in in his beliefs.

Sensui goes through a corruption arc, albeit one offscreen and mainly referred to in backstory.

Geto's happens onscreen in its own story arc where he is one of two main characters. Much like Sensui he's presented to us as a sorcerer like Gojo, but unlike Gojo he believes sorcerers are obligated by duty to protect non-sorcerers who have no way of fighting against curses. You could argue that in some ways Geto and Gojo are the same type of jerk, but Geto's principles are clearly set up to contrast Gojo who at that age only was a sorcerer to flex his abilities. Geto's friendship often has him lecturing Gojo about respecting others, paying special attention to Gojo's feelings in ways that other characters don't, and also not being afraid to clash with Gojo over differences in morals.

If Geto is corrupt from the beginning there's no arc there, so he's clearly set up as being the moral fiber to contrast Gojo. We are literally presented with a scene where Gojo admits he could kill the non-sorcerers who hired a bounty hunter to assasinate Riko and feel nothing, and relies on Geto to make a moral judgement in his place, that society will already punish them and their slaughter is pointless.

The irony is that later, Geto will engage in pointless slaughter killing an entire town in retribution for their abuse of Nanako and Mimiko. When Gojo confronts him about his actions, Gojo cites the same reasoning that Geto provided him to stop him from killing the cult members.

That Geto's murder of innocent civilians is pointless, because it won't achieve anything - his world of sorcerers is out of reach. Geto's clearly positioned as Gojo's moral tether, because he cites Geto's statement of only killing when there's meaning to it right back at him.

This is also where the corruption part of his corruption arc comes in, a change has taken place here. Geto hypocritically contradicts his earlier words, not just engaging in meaningless slaughter but also punishing people with his own hands instead of letting the justice systems in place take care of the punishments. Two things he held Gojo back from doing, only to do himself post corruption arc.

You could cite many things as the reason for Geto's corruption arc, but the common theme shared with Sensui is resistance to change. Geto saw the world in two distinct categories strong / weak, the same way Sensui saw humans good / demons bad. When Geto is shown that weak people are capable of bonding together to oppress strong people (the cult) and that sorcerers despite having strength are on the losing end of their society (they are expected to risk their lives and toil endlessly for curses 99% of the population can't even see), he cannot cope.

He especially cannot cope with the reality that Rika's death showed him, that he is not strong as he once believed. All of this combined leads Geto to double down, still seeing strong and weak as separate categories but now blaming normal citizens for the inherent corruption inside the Jujutsu World. Notice how Gojo a character with positive development seeks to reform from inside the Jujutsu World instead.

Geto also still wants to think of himself in the strong category, rather than facing the feelings that Riko's death and his helplessness in that moment gave him, as well as Gojo pulling he instead decides to double down on the idea that he's in the strong category, that he's superior.

Geto even remarks jealousy at Gojo's godlike power for the first time, when before this he's always been the only person to treat Gojo as an equal - because Geto doubling down on his superiority complex begins imagining himself above others and therefore untouchable by trauma. It's also a grab for agency, because in this world sorcerers are rather agenciless, forced to be cogs in an unfair system. Geto incorrectly assumes agency = power. If he possessed Gojo's power he would be able to grab his agency back (which is simply incorrect because Gojo is one of the most agenciless characters in the manga, defined by his rigid role as the lynchpin of society).

Geto also doesn't mature. A mature adult lives in the world, and accepts that the world is imperfect. Geto is remarked as childish, first by Shoko when they are smoking together "sulking because no one understands you... sounds awfully childish if you ask me", and then by Yuta "You think you're a god? You sound like a kid!"

So we have, refusal to grow up, refusal to adapt to a complex world, resistance to grief, and grabbing for agency and power instead of fixing an issue inside himself - all of these combine to make the Jenga Tower that is Geto Suguru collapse.

The central question of Geto's arc, spoken by Gojo to Yaga is "Is it possible to save someone who doesn't want to be saved?"

If Geto refuses all help, refuses to admit that he's wrong, and does not want to change then what really can Gojo do in this situation? Was he right to give up? Did he give up too early, refusing to kill Geto but also spending ten years just ignoring the problem until Geto attacked in Jujutsu Kaisen Zero? Did it not matter what Gojo did because ultimately Geto's choices are his own?

There's no clear answer, because it's a question the author is asking the audience to ponder. It's also a question directly set up for Megumi to answer, because when Gojo is unable to do a thing for Geto we see his next action is to seek out Megumi. His words imply that he sees Megumi in Geto and advises him not to be left behind, he also clearly became a teacher in order to not let what happened between him and Geto repeat in the next generation.

In spit of Gojo's best intentions, he's not able to protect Megumi from any of Sukuna's designs toward him, or basically anything that happens in post Shibuya's. Simply raising Megumi to be strong, did not prevent him from suffering trauma in his youth on Geto's level.

There's even a deliberate parallel, they both witness the death of an innocent who they promised to protect (Tsumiki, Riko Amanai) and they both have had their body taken from them, Geto's corpse is turned into a literal puppet to help advance Kenjaku's plans, Sukuna steals Megumi's body in order to revive himself in the modern era. They're both even used as tools against Gojo, Kenjaku uses Geto's body to awaken memories in Gojo and complete the sealing. Sukuna uses Mahoraga to learn the world splitting slash that cuts through Gojo's defenses.

Megumi also has a set of values that society spits in the face of. Megumi wishes to selfishly protect his sister, and pick and choose who to save. Geto believes the strong are obligated to protect the weak. Geto sees weak people who are corrupt and not worthy of his protection and also the reality that sorcerers are the exploited class, Megumi is forced to kill Tsumiki with his own hands.

These are intentional narrative parallels to show the risk of Megumi may walk the same path as Geto, especially since Megumi is in many ways a pure child like Geto himself.

Dark Phoenix Arc

There's one more corruption arc I want to compare Megumi's too, to give some idea of where I expect Megumi's arc to lead.

The Dark Phoenix Saga commonly refers to the story in Uncanny X-Men #129 - 138 of Jean Grey’s corruption by the power of the Phoenix and the Hellfire Club. It was considered incredibly shocking for its time. One thing to note is while Jean Grey is famous nowadays, in early X-Men she was the weakest character and her role was basically limited to “The Woman” of the team.

Elevating the helpless damsel woman to the most powerful member of the team, if not the entire universe and then having her turn evil had never been done before. It was a jaw-dropping shock at the time.

The reason I am citing the Dark Phoenix arc as an example, is because both Jean Grey and Megumi's character arc revolves around themes of agency, how it's stolen from them and how they reclaim it.

The basic summary of the Phoenix arc is that Jean Grey is initially given a massive power boost when she's possessed by the Phoenix. She stays behind on a crashing ship only to be saved by the Phoenix, a guardian, alien entity of immense power that was locked away in a crystal. Jean Grey returns as Phoenix with a massive power boost, but there's several ambiguous elements that compromise her agency. It's implied that Jean Grey always had a tremendous power that was in part sealed away by Professor Xavier using his telepathy (infringing on her agency) and that while the Phoenix gifted Jean Grey power, it's also an alien entity effecting her mind and body.

On top of that when she acquires the power, outside forces begin wanting to manipulate Jean in order to gain her power for their own ends.

A group called the Hellfire club begin to psychically tamper with her mind. They trap her in hallucination world where she is a woman of the 1800s, (not famously known for their agency) and in love with the leader of the Hellfire Club, even going so far as to give her false memories in order to convince her that this is reality.

The concept of agency and how it's constantly infringed upon, even by someone who's supposed to be on her side (Xavier) is central to this arc. Jean evetually escapes from the Hellfire club's manipulation, and reclaims her bodily autonomy but the story does not end there.

The subtle changes in Jean's behavior still continue, even after Jean has freed herself from the mind control. Is this the result of being given too much power at once? Is Jean losing control because she was never taught to properly handle her powers?

Jean Grey is also the character with the strongest potential in the main cast (much like Megumi) and also a character who's been prevented from using her powers to their full potential and even had her powers stolen and used by others (Much like Megumi).

It's heavily important that Jean's corruption into dark phoenix happens after freeing herself, and in response to the Hellfire club's machination to take all agency away from her. Jean instead makes a grab for power and agency by abusing her power as Dark Phoenix.

Jean even mentions that turning against her friends and trying to kill them as Dark Phoenix, will sever the last tie holding her back, will get of Jean Grey for good and cause her to fully embrace being Phoenix.

Jean has flipped entirely, overembracing the power and agency that has been stolen from her again and again, but really how could someone not desperately try to take back control of their lives after being mind controlled or having their mind violated multiple times (the phoenix itself, the hellfire club, even by Xavier).

How can someone never allowed to use her power, or given choices on how to use her power, not be corrupted when after being stepped on all of their lives the power of a god is dropped into their lap?

This is why I believe Megumi will be the one to initiate the merger, because his entire arc has been about having his power stolen away from him and what would Megumi do when given total power over the merger by Kenjaku?

Megumi Corruption Theory

The biggest piece of evidence for this theory is right here, Kenjaku specifically says to give Megumi Fushiguro the authority to start the merger.

There's a technical reason for this, Sukuna is currently in Megumi's body, and Sukuna himself was actually registered in Yuji's place because Yuji was built by Kenjaku to be a cage for Sukuna.

However, it can also be read as foreshadowing. If you believe like I do that the merger has to happen, then Sukuna can't be the one to initiate it. The simple reason why is that the main characters will have to be alive to fight against a merger, and Sukuna has set the condition that he'll start the merger after killing the main cast in order to motivate them to fight him with everything they have.

If Sukuna is going to start the merger after killing all the main characters, then he can't be the one to start the merger because the main characters have to be alive to witness the merger take place and fight against it somehow.

Therefore, logically if the merger is going to occur the only person who could possibly activate it is Megumi Fushiguro after reclaiming his body.

There's more foreshadowing then this one instance however, and a lot of it revolves around Sukuna and Megumi's unique relationship and Sukuna's role as a character.

As for why Megumi would possibly start out the merger, it's the same as Jean Grey, a character denied of agency suddenly has all the power in his hands, who wouldn't be corrupted? Especially Megumi, a character who's just been robbed of his sister and his mentor, and his purpose in life besides that (protecting Tsumiki)? Why wouldn't he lash out if suddenly given the power to? His friends are trying to save him yes, but Megumi is begging those save friends not to save him to end it all.

How do you save someone who isn't prepared to be saved?

How is the story going to answer that question, if saving Megumi is a matter as simple as just beating up Sukuna and giving his body back to him?

Onto analyzing more foreshadowing, but first a brief tangent on the nature of foreshadowing in Jujutsu Kaisen. Every major twist in the manga is foreshadowed far in advance. Kenjaku beng the one to possess Geto's body - foreshadowed by Kenjaku killing Mechamaru when Geto was against killing young sorcerers, and the fact Geto was deliberately killed onscreen with no explanation provided to the audience on how he could possibly revive.

Sukuna calls the purpose of the bath to be near evil, to submerge Megumi's soul.

If saving Megumi is just a matter of ridding him of Sukuna's possession however, then how does that allow Megumi to reclaim his agency? What agency does a damsel in distress who just exists to be rescued have?

Megumi's entire arc has been defined by the potential power that everyone sees in him, and his inability to reach that power especailly since other characters (especially Sukuna) seek to steal that power for their own ends. In the culmination of this arc, Sukuna literally steals Megumi's body, and his bodily agency.

How does Megumi finally live up to that potential if Megumi's arc ends with him being saved by Yuji? How does this make Megumi grow or change in any way?

Sensui, who is once again Gege's model of a corruption arc is referred to as a pure angel that was inevitably grew scarred and defiled, by his close personal confidant Itsuki. Not only that, but sinking deep into despair made him grow stronger not weaker.

Itsuki is also, a demon who met and encountered Sensui and then took a deeply invested perosnal interest in watching Sensui be corrupted in real time.

Megumi also has a curse that took a sole interest in him because of his talent and potential, then had a hand in bringing him closer to evil in order to make him sink into despair. There's once again the symbolism of purity being corrupted.

This panel explicitly shows white lilies (symbols of purity) being torn apart and blackened to symbolize what Sukuna wishes to do to Megumi in order to further is own ends.

There's also the heavy budhist symbolism with Sukuna's role in the story, and the way he influences the rest of the cast, especially Gojo Satoru who is our stand-in for the Budha. If the goal of Jujutsu Society is to attain enlightenment (escape cursed energy probably the only thing that will end the miserable lives of sorcerers), then the merger represents the opposite, Kenjaku's goal of optimizing cursed energy by mixing humans, sorcerers and curses to give birth to a new being.

That's also a conflict that needs to be resolved, but Sukuna by pushing forward the optimizing of cursed energy and representing the peak of sorcery living only for sorcerery and his own strength represents a Mara.

Sukuna is comparable to the Celestial Demon Mara in budhist mythology, more on it in this thread. In budhist cosmology, Mara is the “personification of the forces antagonistic to enlightenment.”

If the ultimate goal of budhism is to escape the cycle entirely and stop being reborn in the sensuous realm, Maara instead tempts people to stay in this realm. it defines impernanence by suggesting we stay in this realm forever. It defies Dukha by saying we indulge in physical pleasures in this realm, that we should seek to satisfy ourselves even if budhism argues that life is primarily unsatisfactory.

We even see Sukuna literally tempt a budha-like figure into remaining in this earthly realm. After all aren’t we shown that Gojo achieved enlightenment at seventeen and let go of earthly emotions like the need to be angry and avenge Riko’s killer because the feeling of oneness with existence was too good in that moment.

A lot of people noticed what they thought was Gojo acting out of character in the fight with him and Sukuna, by enjoying the fight and choosing his selfish desire to love jujutsu and fight as a sorcerer over his responsibiltiy to protect children. Something which Nanami says in his dying hallucination that Gojo only ever lived for the pursuit of his selfish desire for Jujutsu in the first place.

Gojo in his last fight against Sukuna forgets about saving Megumi or at least makes it a lesser priority, because Sukuna tempts him to do what he's always wanted to go all out in a sorcery fight and have the freedom to use his powers to the best of his ability. Hoewever, even after using his full strength, Sukuna cuts down the notion that he is above humanity and drags him back to the earth - literally calling him unenlightened.

“This is goodbye. You were born in an era without me and hailed as the strongest yet you turned out to be painfully ordinary…”

Does Sukuna not represent this temptation for all characters? Sukuna represents the selfish ideal of sorcerers, using his powers for himself to satisfy his hedonistic desires and because of this he has the most agency in the story and the story at times even bends to his desires.

Characters even fight for Sukuna's recognition, Hajime, Jogo and Gojo are validated by that same recognition in theend.

Why wouldn't Gojo and more importantly Megumi who are characters with very little agency not jump at the chance to be more like Sukuna, especially if it brings Sukuna the freedom he possesses?

Itsuki refers to himself as Senseui's shadows, leading him to act on his darkest impulses and enjoying watching the corruption spread. Megumi is literally a character who's Jujutsu revolves around his shadow, and summoning powerful Shikigami from it in order to fight. A character with an incomplete domain expansion (another loose plot thread with Megumi that would be unresolved if Megumi were simply saved) which is his own creation, which might surpass Mahoraga the technique handed to him.

In addition to being a Mara, Sukuna is also literally called the "fallen / disgraced one". Itsuki calls Sensui a fallen agel, but in the context of Jujutsu Kaisen there's literally a character called Angel, who's only goal is to save Megumi's soul, and there is a satan figure in Sukuna who wants to corrupt him. Literally, there's an angel and devil on Megumi's shoulder.

How is stealing Megumi's body corruption though? Megumi's not being tempted into being selfish. He's not responsible for any of the sins that Sukuna commits in his body. There's no arc there, because Megumi doesn't reclaim his agency in response to having it stolen away, he doesn't decide to do the bad things himself - it's Sukuna who commits the wrongs.

Even More Setup for the End Game

Here's where I stop referencing Yu Yu Hakusho and only use foreshadowing in the comic itself. The first is the discussion of roles, and how Yuji needs to break away from them, as much as Megumi needs to fight for his agency back.

Part of the reason Sukuna jumped bodies is because Yuji wanted to be given an easy role like a character in a story - rather than thinking and deciding for himself. He thanks Megumi and Gojo for giving him a role seconds before the body swap happens. If Yuji is immediately punished for thinking that what he needs is to be a cog in the machine, to be given a role then methinks that's a bad thing.

However, Yuji has not broken away from that thinking in any significant way. Sukuna even mocks him for finally being given a role.

If Yuji's thinking hasn't changed then no story arc has taken place. If this conflict of Yuji wanting to conform to a cog or a role has persisted since Shibuya - then it's clearly important to his arc and is something that needs to be resolved. If Yuji just solves the problem by being stronger than Sukuna and beating him in a fight, how does that resolve Yuji's flaw of clinging to roles rather than thinking for himself? I ask once again, where's the change?

Saving Megumi like a damsel in distress is still a role someone else has assigned him.

How does the decision to save Megumi right now challenge Yuji's hero complex in any way, besides the fact that Megumi has sunk into despair and would rather just end it all. Is that much a conflict that really forces Yuji to think for himself - to go against the grain of society rather than blindly following others.

If Yuji gets to rescue Megumi like a damsel, that's giving him what he wants, without forcing him to realize what he needs. That's as much of an unfullfilling end to Yuji's arc as a ending where Megumi never reclaims his agency and stands on his own feet and just has to sit there and wait and be passively saved.

Most of all the question: "Is it possible to save someone who's not prepared to be saved?" goes unanswered.

Geto wasn't just depressed and suicidal, he was actively making harmful choices and represented a danger to others. He also had no intention of stopping the path that he was on.

There's a clear parallel between Megumi and Yuji's friendship, and Geto and Gojo's past fallout. However, if it's just a conflict of Yuji saving Megumi who's simply too suicidal and doesn't want to go on living, there's no conflict there. The audience will not see whether or not Gojo was still capable of saving Geto post his burning down the village, or if there was no walking back from that choice. The previous generation won't resolve or fix the mistakes of the past generation.

Yuji remains a hero, Megumi remains a victim, as I reiterate for the thousandth time there's no change.

Megumi starting the merger, or even defeating Sukuna himself (maybe with a completed domain expansion) and then starting the merger is a change. It's also foreshadowed, Mahoraga is the technique he inherited, the technique Sukuna stole (and Mahoraga won't work against him he's already defeated it), Megumi's domain expansion is his own creation, created in his deepest moment of personal growth.

The process of individuation also literally requires a character fully integrating their shadow. Sukuna possessing Megumi is not Megumi facing his shadow or his worst traits, because Sukuna is not Megumi's shadow, he doesn't reflect Megumi's flaws in anyway, he's literally just a parasite.

There's also the 1001 Toji parallels to Megumi that have gone unfulfilled. Toji specifically a character who was abused, then chose to continue the cycle of abuse, specifically because he wanted to prove himself stronger than the peak of sorcery. Especially after a lifetime of being belittled and abused by not having the potential of his Heavenly Restriction recognized.

And what do we have here, but a scene of Toji LITERALLY EMERGING FROM MEGUMI'S SHADOW, in order to enter Dagon's domain.

How is Toji referred to afterwards? As a puppet of carnage bearing his fangs at the strongest around.

An incredibly Sukuna like description, number one because Sukuna's entire existence is simply bearing his fangs at the strongest around, and number two Sukuna is referred to as pure destruction, like a calamity, something with overhwelming sense of self and no humanity.

Not only that, but when fighting Sukuna, Gojo makes an explicit reference to Toji comparing him to Sukuna as the last time he ever felt nervous or challenged by an enemy. Sukuna and Toji are being alligned as similiar characters, supremely selfish people who hoard their agency and strength. Toji also represents the worst of Megumi, a victim caught in a perpetual cycle of lashing out against the world, a bad future path he might take if he doesn't get over himself.

Sukuna is connected to Toji wo is connected to Gojo, and all three represent a path that Megumi has been nudged down his entire life, that he should just selfishly use his power with no regards to anyone else the same way they do.

As I said before in my comparison to Jean, why wouldn't someone who's been robbed of all agency for so long, not go too far in reclaiming it? What's stopping them now that the chains are finally off?

Megumi parallels Geto, who parallels Toji, who parallels Sukuna and why draw all these lines between these characters if it's not to represent a path that Megumi could take?

In other words...

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Give You Blue

Epilogue

You are my universe, my everything, my sunset. You still give me butterflies, my lullaby. You are everything I wanted.

Pairing: Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

cw: switching POVs (reader is second-person, Eren is third), fluff, established relationship, smut – PIV sex (cowgirl position), cunnilingus, face-riding, spit play, pet names (sweetie, honey, sweetheart, princess, good girl, baby)

Previous Chapter

Give You Blue Masterlist | ao3

Author’s Note: Just an excuse to write a little bonus chapter about these two! Fluffy, adorable, and happily in love! Also a little smut added to the mix. Thank you everyone for reading this story all the way through the end! Love and appreciate every single one of you. What a journey this has been. Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are appreciated, as always.

It’s 11:45 PM, New Year’s Eve, fifteen minutes before the start of the new year. You leave your family gathered downstairs to head up to your room, shutting the door quietly, tapping your boyfriend’s contact on your phone screen.

Eren answers after two rings. “Hey, cutie. Hold on.” There’s shuffling, like you’ve been temporarily put in his pocket. In the background, you hear him announce, “Mom, I’m pretty tired. Going to bed now.”

“But you’ll miss midnight!” she responds.

You hear his dad chime in. “Let him, honey. He can make his own decisions.” There’s a hint of bitterness in his tone that even you can detect on the other end of the line.

Your boyfriend lets out a nervous chuckle, muttering a quick, “Happy New Year.” There’s more rustling, then sounds of steps going up stairs, ending with a gentle thud of a door closing. “Sweetie? You still there?” he asks, finally alone.

“Yeah, I’m here.” You smile into the phone, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he greets back. “It’s so nice hearing your voice.”

“I feel the same way,” you reply, falling back into the mattress, gazing up at the ceiling. “How was tonight?”

“Oh, you know, the usual: My mom cooked too much food for three people and my dad has been sneaking little jabs at me. Nothing new.”

Eren officially changed his major before the end of the semester from pre-med to education, a huge weight lifted off his shoulders while a tinier one replaces it, aka his father’s overall disapproval. Dr. Jaeger stood by his word, threatening that he would no longer support his son financially once he made the switch, to which Eren has been preparing for. He has two new on-campus jobs lined up for him at the start of the new semester, along with the weekly music session at the elementary school Erwin Smith’s dad works at. The first week of winter break, he was ready to apply for a few loans to help him throughout the rest of his term. Then, to his shock, his father approached him, informing him that he will actually continue to pay for his education, on the condition that he graduates with outstanding grades and a job guaranteed. Eren’s sure it was his mother who was behind the change in heart, to which he’ll forever be grateful for. Unfortunately, this hasn’t stopped his father from making snide remarks here and there.

You sympathize with him, saying, “I’m sorry.”

His charming grin is audible through the phone. “Don’t be. I can handle it.”

“Where’s Mikasa? And your brother?”

“Mikasa left this morning to spend the rest of break with Jean. And Zeke had to head back to prepare for some conference, so he’s actually in your neck of the woods right now,” he answers, referring to your hometown and current location: Marley. He adds, “To be honest, I wish I was there too.”

You smile, kicking your feet, belly fluttering with butterflies. “We’ll see each other in a week. Do you really miss me that much?” you tease.

“More than anything.”

Swallowing hard, sentimental words dancing on the tip of your tongue (I miss you too, I think about you every day), you remain silent, too shy to get them out. Instead, he continues speaking, changing the subject to talk about what his mom prepared and the new year traditions behind them. She decided to do a spread of German foods this time around: pork sausages for good luck, sauerkraut for more money, and lentil soup for even better luck. He tells you about his childhood, popping open apple cider to tip into everyone’s glasses, watching the fireworks light up the sky from a distance, igniting sparklers outside with Armin, Mikasa, and the other neighborhood kids on the street. You listen to him intently, imagining a young Eren with that same signature bright smile he dons as an adult; warm, genuine, full of light. It’s no wonder you fell for him, especially in a time of your life where you were shrouded in darkness from the fallout of your heartbreak, unsure when you’d ever see sunshine again.

I love you. Every time you think it, you double back, convincing yourself that it’s too soon, too much in such a short amount of time. After all, it’s only been a little over a month since the two of you officially became a couple. Wouldn’t it be crazy to express such a weighted confession?

When there’s a small pause in the conversation, finished with his stories, you start, “Eren,” ready to admit it.

“Oh, it’s already 11:59!” he interjects, excited. “How many seconds do we have left?”

You turn on the TV, switching to a local channel that’s displaying a countdown. “Ah, ten seconds!” You watch the clock, listening to Eren announce the numbers in your ear. At three, you join in. “3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

Downstairs, you hear your family cheering, clinking flutes of champagne or cider with each other. The sound of fireworks bursting can be heard faintly through your window. On the opposite end of the line, Eren says, “Happy New Year, beautiful. Wish I could kiss you right now.”

You smile. “Me too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join your family downstairs?” he asks.

“Positive. I want to start the new year with you.”

He laughs softly. “Me too. And you know what? For the first time in a long time, I’m actually excited about the new year. I used to dread going back, always so anxious about my new classes. All the tests and projects I had to work on during the semester. Even interacting with my classmates because it was always so competitive. Now, my new curriculum sounds interesting, and I feel good about my cohort. I just know this year is going to be a great one.” He pauses, choosing his next statement carefully. “I’m also looking forward to us. We’ve got all the time in the world now. I can’t wait to create so many more memories with you.”

Your heart beats faster, taken back by his sincerity. You decide not to confess to him tonight, not because you’re unsure, but because you mean it more. Those three words don’t seem enough to express that to him. Not yet at least. There’s no pressure to rush into anything; as he said, you’ve got all the time in the world.

~~~

Spring semester of sophomore year starts off smoothly, especially for Eren. This is the only time during his collegiate career that he’s felt at ease. While he’s equally as diligent as he was before, he enjoys the material he’s learning, rather than stressing each passing day like he once was. Having his supportive girlfriend by his side is also a huge help, maybe the biggest of them all. He’s never been happier.

Technically, it’s forbidden for RAs to date their residents. However, that hasn’t stopped them, often sneaking into his room to do what couples usually do. Quite frankly, neither are worried about hiding it, considering the rest of the dormitory residents are well aware of the relationship and unfazed by it. Still, whenever one of Eren’s managers visits, he’s extra diligent in keeping that information private.

As for her situation with her ex, she has completely moved on, and seemingly so has he. Occasionally, she’ll spot Reiner walking around campus with his fraternity brothers or classmates. She and him will exchange a cordial head nod, polite wave, sometimes a reminiscent smile, but nothing more. Acknowledging each other’s presence, understanding there’s no more left to their story. A fleeting moment of reminiscence about their past life together, gone as soon as it appears. During these times, Reiner will flash a serious glance at Eren. It’s not threatening or malicious, more like a cautionary warning. He can’t blame the guy; after all, Reiner was her first love, and vice versa. Despite their relationship coming to an end, deep down, they must care for each other to some degree. Even as the new boyfriend, he can understand that, so he remains unbothered by it.

Despite his father agreeing to continue the payment of his tuition, Eren decided to work at least one part-time job this semester to supplement date nights or gifts for his girlfriend. His job is being the front desk of the school library, helping students locate resources or manage the study rooms. For the most part, his schedule is manageable. However, when the week of midterms arrives, it gets a little more complicated. The facility remains open twenty-four hours on weeks like this so students have a place to study at all times. Driven by the increased pay during the night shifts, Eren offers to work them without thinking how it’ll affect his daily routine. It’s only after the first night that he realizes he won’t be able to see his girlfriend until the week is over. With her being just as busy with group projects, there isn’t a time they have free to see each other. So, they settle for voicemails and text message spanning the next few days, which in Eren’s mind, pass by like weeks, maybe months. He misses her.

Finally, Friday comes, and exams are over. After his last class, he heads straight for his room, knocking out for a long nap. He wakes up to gentle tapping on his door. When he answers, he’s thrilled to see her, smiling brightly at him. “Hi.”

Before he can respond with words, he launches forward, wrapping her in his arms. “I’m so happy to see you.” He buries his nose to the top of her head, inhaling that familiar scent he’s been yearning for all week long. “I missed you so much.”

She laughs, music to his ears, warming his entire soul. “I missed you too.”

He pulls her into his room, pushing the door closed by pressing her up against it with a kiss. They stay like this for a while, his hands caressing her cheeks, her fingers hooked to the waistband of his sweats, tugging ever-so-slightly towards her. They kiss each other, languid, soft, and effortless, like this is exactly where they’re meant to be. He’s been deprived too long without her. He won’t waste another second.

She pulls away, leaning back to look at him. “Are you hungry? Do you want to get dinner now?”

He smirks, mouth grazing her ear. “I am hungry, but for something else.” One hand trails down to her hip, squeezing. “I’ve been starving for you all week. Dessert first, then dinner.”

She giggles, nipping at his lower lip. “Are we calling this dessert now?”

“Yup,” he grins. “Because it’s going to be so, so sweet.”

~~~

Within minutes, your clothes are tossed to the floor, stripped and bare in his bed, sheets twisted beneath as your lips smack noisily with each other. “Can I taste you now? Please?” Eren asks.

You nod, rolling onto your back, spreading your legs for him. He shakes his head, hoisting you over him. “Not like that. I want you to ride my face.”

“What?” you stammer, surprised at the suggestion.

“Ride my face,” he repeats.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely sure. I want it so bad, baby.” The way his voice sounds needy and desperate has your pussy throbbing. Carefully, you straddle him, lowering yourself slowly. His hands slide around your thighs, gripping you. “Come on. Smother me, sweetie.” More aggressively, he shoves you to his face, tongue already out and licking at your clit. You grasp onto the headboard, rolling your hips onto his mouth, head thrown back in pleasure. His moans are muffled, vibrating into your skin with his lips puckered to your bud, sucking.

Soon, you’re coming for him, slick gushing from your slit. He drinks it up, slurping it noisily, his hips thrusting into nothing, cock stiff against his abdomen. “Fuck, you taste so good. Think you can ride my cock now, princess?”

Still reeling from your orgasm, you whimper in response, readjusting yourself so you’re on his lap, sliding your slippery cunt along his erect shaft. He rests his head on his palms, elbows splayed, watching you. “That’s it, baby. Get it nice and creamy with your cum. You’re doing such a good job.”

The praise spurs you on, rubbing yourself on his dick until you’re ready for him, tingling all over. You sink down, cock sliding in smoothly until he bottoms out, your pussy entirely full of him. He plants his feet to the bed, thrusting into you gradually. “I know you already came, but can you give me one more, sweetie? Just one more?” It sounds like he wants to add a pretty please to the end of it, nodding his head affirmatively, looking up at you with innocent eyes while he fucks you relentlessly.

You let out a pathetic whimper, nodding along with him, totally captivated. He smiles so sweetly, the tinge of wickedness in his eyes almost goes unnoticed. Almost. Your boyfriend can be a real menace sometimes, acting tender as he man-handles you like his own personal sex doll. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. He’s breathing heavily, exerting all the energy left in his being to give you the best fuck of your life. You bounce on his lap until your legs are spent, yielding all control to him. One hand travels up your spine and lands at the nape of your neck, caressing you, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue swirls into your mouth, pushing his thick saliva past your lips. He halts his brutal thrusts, hard cock all the way inside you, pussy throbbing around it.

“Open up, sweetie,” he says. You’re high off his cock, too dumbed out to think rationally, so you obey his command, sticking your tongue out. He bites his lip, studying you like you’re the prized treasure he’s about to collect. He tips your head towards him, leaning in close to spit a wad of his saliva in your mouth. “Swallow.” You do, guzzling every drop of it down your throat.

“That’s it. Such a good girl,” he coos.

“Give me more,” you groan, sticking your tongue out.

He grins, smooching your nose. “You like it, don’t you sweetheart?”

You nod, eyes half-lidded as he does it again, his hot, frothy spit coating the inside of your mouth. Arms coiled around his neck, you clutch onto him tightly, electricity rippling from your core throughout the rest of your body as he pumps his cock in and out of you.

“Eren,” you whimper, nuzzling his ear. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, or the fact that you haven’t seen him all week and you missed him so much, you’re bursting at the seams. In a breathy huff, it slips out. “I love you.”

Suddenly, he pauses, stunned by your confession. He holds your face between his palms, staring at you with a serious expression. “What did you say?”

“I love you.”

His lips part, dumbfounded and in a daze, with his dick still hard inside you. It’s not what you imagined it would be like, but in this moment, you wanted to get it off your chest. It’s been simmering within you since New Year’s, and while it’s not the most luxurious of settings, it’s intimate and special, especially with the way his eyes twinkle. “You love me?” he reiterates, clearly in disbelief.

With more confidence, you reply, “I love you, Eren.” You nuzzle your nose to his, smiling. “I love you.”

He laughs, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you this whole time.”

The two of you giggle into each other’s mouths as you kiss, Eren whispering “I love you” in between. You rock your hips onto his lap, making love slowly until eventually, you come together, skin hot and dewy with sweat, hearts thumping loudly against your chests. He cradles you in his arms, peppering more soft smooches around your face, intertwining his legs with yours. A perfect fit.

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themelongum · 6 months

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truth or dare that plays out perfectly for jean, but not so much for eren

multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere,” Sasha shouted, peeking out of the doorway. Wobbling her way, she approached our lounging area, glancing between me and Eren with a huge, silly grin on her lips.

“Just how much did you drink?” I asked, assessing her current state.

“Didn’t count,” she replied, giggling. “And, well, looks like someone was smoking,” she whisper-yelled, pointing at the joint with her widened eyes. “Didn’t know you kept secrets from me… Oh, secrets, right! I came to steal you for the ‘Truth or Dare’. Everyone’s in there ready to play, so let’s go.” She stretched out her arms and shook them, signaling for me to take her hands.

I did exactly that, getting off the bench, when she glanced over my shoulder. “You too, Eren!”

His nose wrinkled as he looked up at her. “Why do we have to play these stupid games every damn time?”

“Because we want to know your secrets, Eren.” She rolled her eyes. “Come on, don’t be so grumpy!”

His gaze slid to me, and I shrugged my shoulders, tilting my head with a smile as if telling him “Why not?”.

Through the noise of an ongoing party, Sasha led us upstairs, where it was much quieter. As soon as we entered a room that I detected as Historia’s, all eyes turned to us. Everyone I’d met so far was in that room, apparently forming their entire friend group.

Under their gazes—some warm and welcoming, some cold and wary—I made my way to the sofa, sitting next to Sasha, who plopped there, moving Marco and Connie. I had to shift even closer to the girl when Eren decided to sit there too. Next to him, Mikasa, Armin, and Annie sat on a smaller couch placed in an L-shape arrangement, while Jean stretched in an armchair at the opposite end of the bedroom.

Scanning the room, I met eyes with Reiner, who was sitting right across me on the edge of a king-sized bed, along with Bertholdt. On the other end of the bed, Historia was lying on her side, with Ymir sitting behind her.

“Alright, everyone’s finally here, so we can start,” Connie said, scooting closer to the edge of the sofa. “You all know the rules. Pick the truth, tell the truth. Pick a dare, do the dare.”

“Very informative,” Annie chimed in, her cheeks burning red and her eyes slit.

“If you’re a pussy, you can opt out by drinking.” Connie raised one of the liquor bottles off the table. He then focused his gaze on me, smirking before he said, “Our new girl here will start the game. Choose the lucky one.”

Shit, Connie, why me? I’m terrible at coming up with dares or truths. But at least I don’t have to be the first one to do them, I guess.

“Okay.” I gulped, feeling all eyes on me. “Connie, truth or dare?” I stared at the boy with a grin.

“Dare. You can dare me to kiss you, I won’t mind,” he replied, wiggling his brows.

But Connie didn’t get a kiss. Instead, he got a perfectly uneven mustache drawn on his face with a permanent marker. A little heart on his right cheek served as a consolation prize.

One after another, the truths were told and the dares were done. Prompted by Connie, Bertholdt ate a spoonful of hot sauce, and Annie then did fifty push-ups. Historia asked Eren about his body count over the summer, and when he said it was four, she labeled him a manwhore. Ymir flipped Reiner off when he asked her if she was a lesbian. And poor Marco had to jump in the cold pool water fully clothed and then just sit there soaking wet with only towels to help him.

When Reiner called my name, answering who was the hottest girl in the room, everyone seemed to be as surprised as me. Feeling my cheeks getting warmer, I averted my gaze to the side with an awkward smile.

As it came to Sasha, she fixed her eyes on me. Knowing her the longest out of anyone there, I was sure I would be safe with anything, so I chose to tell the truth. But I soon learned that I shouldn’t have trusted her in a state of inebriety.

“I know you don’t date, but are you into hook-ups?” she asked, raising her brows and giggling. “And,” she continued, “who would you pick out of everyone here?”

I could feel the burning on my skin from all the stares directed at me.

Why, Sasha? Quick, quick. I need to think of something.

“You don’t date?” Connie chimed in. “What about our marriage and four kids? Man, you’re ruining my plans,” he said, scrunching his brows and shaking his head in disappointment.

“Four kids is wild.” I laughed. “And don’t worry, Sash, you’d be the first one on the list if I had any,” I answered, earning a smug smile from her. Hoping that would do, I hurried to deflect the attention away from myself. “Mikasa, truth or dare?” The girl looked at me for a while before choosing to do a dare.

“I dare you to be my gym partner for a month,” I said absentmindedly, thinking she would take a shot. Mikasa, however, agreed to the dare, following with the warning about the intensity of her workouts and her strict schedule. And at this point, it seemed as if the dare was more mine than hers.

With the amount of voluntary and involuntary drinking, things got heated up. Some of the deepest secrets came to the surface, shamefully covered by blushing and averted gazes.

At one point, Connie and Sasha had to exchange their clothes, which was obviously more challenging for the former. Comfortable in a loose shirt and baggy pants, Sasha couldn’t contain her laughter every time she looked at the boy, who had to cover his nether regions for the rest of the night.

“Jean, truth or dare?” Sasha asked, bringing my attention to the guy, who had been quiet lately.

“Dare.” His eyes were already half-lidded as he nonchalantly scanned the room.

“I dare you,” she said, pausing for a second, “to kiss one of the girls.”

I didn’t know why, but I felt my heart sink at her words. It was probably the alcohol to blame, as everyone was practically wasted by that time.

Without hesitation, Jean got up from his seat and made his way across the room, confident in his moves, like he knew his target all along and was waiting for that dare to happen.

He was walking towards Mikasa. He didn’t look at her or at anyone in particular, but his movements said it all. Who else could it be on this trajectory? Certainly not Sasha. And Mikasa’s wavering gaze was more than telling, too.

Will he kiss her? Will she kiss him back?

My breath hitched when he turned to me, leaning closer. “’Tis okay?” he whispered, halting inches before my face, his eyes locked with mine. My mind went blank, and the only thing I could do was give him a nod, straightening in my seat.

In a second, his warm lips landed on mine, moving gently and rhythmically. He placed one of his hands on my left cheek, while the other slid from my back to my waist, pulling me closer.

His hold on me was firm, his strong arms lifting me slightly from the sofa. Reaching for his neck, I trailed my fingers up and down as we both deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, getting full access to my mouth, and I caressed it with my own, tasting a tinge of his liquor.

As we pulled away, I softly smiled at Jean, finding a grin on his lips. The extended eye contact became too much, and I shyly averted my gaze to the side, only for my eyes to be met with Eren’s intense stare.

He looked at me blankly, with no emotion visible on his face. But just a second before he looked away, I spotted something in his eyes, almost as if he was…

Disappointed?

another little something read the whole thing here or here

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #jean kirstein #eren jaeger #eren yeager #aot fanfiction #eren x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jeager x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschstein #aot x reader #ao3 fanfic

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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make it back to you • detective eren + P.I. reader

content warning: nsfw under the cut :), gun violence, cop/police things, soft, intimate sex, eren being so hopelessly in love :(, P.I. reader, (he and reader are engaged), pet names (baby, sweetheart, my angel) him being vulnerable/affectionate for once (and so vocal) marking, crying, overstimulation, breeding, pregnancy mention

📝: he is on my mind so heavily today and I wasn’t much up for writing anything today but I could not stop picturing this.

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thinking about him just finishing up a very dangerous undercover mission. Spending days..even months taking on a new persona and lifestyle, all for the sake of taking down a high profile criminal. The operation finally comes to a head and they arrest their suspect. It was risky, downright reckless and there were times where he felt as if he may not have made it out of some of those situations alive but he’s thankful to have overcome this hurdle. Surrounded by his subordinates and superiors alike, getting pats on the back after successfully taking down some deadly drug dealer who was seconds from putting a bullet in his head if he hadn’t made the shot the first; subduing them long enough to get them restrained. His nerves are rattled…hell, he can’t help it. No matter how many times he does this. That fear of being snuffed out implanted fresh in his brain..a reminder to never let his guard down and stay vigilant. Not only for his own life..but the one waiting back home. the one he cherishes more than anything else in this wretched world. The one he fights so hard every single day to protect. Despite the fact you are two sides of the same coin: brave crusaders of justice, sworn under oath to stop those wishing to do harm. Even so..he wants nothing more than to see you. His beloved, precious pain in the ass (y/n). Who was probably investigating your own cases but right now, he was being selfish!..

selfishly whisking you away from your office back to your shared high rise condo, where’s he had you holed for the past four hours. Making love to you underneath the rhythmic pitter-patter of falling rain against the windows. Crisp white linen covering his waist as he hovers over your body..hips rutting into the cushion of your thighs with deep yet delicate strokes..

“R-rennnn…okay, baby..okay. Please..”

tapping faintly against his abs because it’s all the strength you could muster. He’s driven out at least two orgasms from your now fragile body. Working towards an inevitable third with no plans to halt anytime soon..his pace is wavering, rhythm constantly fluctuating; rough and short, soft and long…anything to stay inside of you. To be one..despite the fact he’s already filled your womb twice as well. Even sloshing and fucking his own cum out of you. Sweat bearing down his forehand and slicking those thin strands of hair skin. Jade colored eyes glosses over in a small sheath of tears and burning red from the immense pleasure. He knows he should quit..he knows he’s probably beaten your poor little cunt to a pulp at this point but he can’t bring himself to pull out or pull away. Not when the opportunity to ever make love to you again seemed so far away. When some nights, he lied in the cold, desolate room of a bando, surrounded by addicts and sex workers..wondering if you were okay. If you missed him..or if you’d still love him. If you found forgive him for up and leaving right after he finally found the courage to propose after three years of dating because revealing his mission would’ve put you both in immense danger. Your professions didn’t allow for the traditional love story and still, you two made it work. Flaws and all..

“ ‘M sorry…so fucking—ahh! Sorry, baby…can’t leave you now. Please don’t make me..you feel so good..”

“No, keep making love to me, ‘Ren. Please don’t stop..oh my God..”

so as you lie there…arms coiling his back as those sharp nails clawed his olive, tan skin, you’d beg him for more. That flesh, marked by your ferocious scratching and the two dragon tattoos he acquired while trying to fit the part of this hardened thug. His freshly formed mustache and beard rubbing against your lips as they met in sloppy, passionate pecks. Tongue kissing so intensely, you thought you’d climax from it alone. Your long legs finding home around his waist; hooking around to ensure he never let go. He’d even utter a slight chuckle when you’d ask why he was fucking you like this. The answer was truly simple and very apparent:

“I can’t live without you, sweetheart. It took me nearly dying to realize that shit. I don’t want to lose you..”

finding himself amid a long winded tangent..spouting off both affirmations and his heartfelt confessions into your ear whilst pounding your pussy like a man unhinged. No matter how uncontrollably your body shook. The imprints of that fat cock beginning to reach the very bottom of your belly with just a very slight bulge. He was buried to the hilt, slamming into you in hopes that you’d just keep begging for more. The way that heat so casually wrapped around him and refused to let go..like a hug.

“Squeezing me so tight—I love you, (y/n). You’re my everything. Please…stay here with me. Forever. I want us to grow old together..I want you to have my baby—“ the words eliciting another twitch from your spasming hole..even evoking tiny splashes of squirt and another sharp gasp heaving from your chest. He couldn’t help but to smile at your reaction. Brushing the side of your face, Eren burrowed himself further to kiss the top of your head. “Yeah? You wanna have my baby? Get your pretty ass pregnant?…swear you’d look so fucking good..full of me like that..” almost primal and feral in his lovemaking at this point. Huffing and sucking his teeth as that pace became more sporadic. Everything he said, you lingered on it…your lips quivering and brushing against his whilst nodding your head, submitting and consenting to him wholeheartedly.

“Yes! Give it to me!…fuck!” At the same time, those orgasms ripped through both of your bodies like paper through a shredder..tearing about your systems and bringing you the ultimate, insurmountable pleasure. Your womb filled to the brim and a vice grip on his cock. A milky sheath all over that pale member…dumbed out expressions glossed over both of your faces as well as strained tears falling from your eyes. “S-so..good.” “Here, look at me..” just then, he’d cup your chin into the cusp of his fingers and kiss you with the passion of a man who had just returned from the brutal woes of war and truthfully he had but it was all worth it the end.

“I told you, my angel..I always told you, I’d make it back to you.”

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bewitchedhearts · 1 month

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Modern detectives AU

• the story alternates from past (strangers to lovers) to present (almost exes to lovers)

•like the original au it begins as strangers to lovers

•eren is older than Mikasa

•they don't really were girlfriend and boyfriend because mikasa left and they didn't want to try to make it long distance

•I named the au the loneliest time but it was going to have a name inspired by TWICE'S F.I.L.A since that song is how the au started, two lovers falling in love again, as the au gained shape with the detectives plot I changed it

•the F.I.L.A part remains on the au

some scenes that happened in the past

• when Eren eats a cookie while they are investigating a poison related murder and he gets sick bc the cookie had been poisoned by the killer

•when theyre helping Hanji with a theory for how a fire started and well, Mikasa lights Eren’s cigarette for him (I got the idea from CSI)

#eremika #eremika fic #modern detectives au #detective mikasa #detective eren

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ambassadorarlert · 10 months

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HEAT WAVES... (Armin Arlert x afab!reader)

0.5 IS THERE SOMEBODY WHO CAN WATCH YOU? (main menu | spotify) 18+ MDNI NSFW ↳ summary: ...Armin begins to realize just how much he likes you ↳ warnings: obsession, swearing, Hange has they/them pronouns, brief mention of drug use ↳ genre: hurt/comfort, comedy ↳ word count: 12k

“Would you like some help with those?” Armin politely offered.

The kitchen was starting to go dim from the pending sunset. Everyone was outside apart from you and Armin. You stood at the sink washing the remaining dinner dishes. Armin figured he’d offer to help since he was the last to leave the table from dinner. You quickly glanced over your shoulder at him and smiled.

“I wash and you dry?” You suggested.

Armin nodded and joined your side at the sink. For every dish you scrubbed and rinsed, Armin took the towel to dry them off and place them back in their designated spots. You worked together quietly, watching everyone play outside through the kitchen window.

You were among the new Levi Squad assigned to protect Eren and Historia. You were all posted in a cabin deep into the woods. It was set far out enough to where you could make a reasonable amount of noise without being detected. Naturally, screaming and yelling probably wasn’t the best idea.

Eren and Jean’s competitive arguing turned into a fist fight very quickly. They fought like this at least once a week and no one else was really phased by them throwing hands at each other. Everyone continued to do just as they were, paying them no attention. Jean and Eren could never seem to put their differences aside, and they always had to hash it out until the last man stood.

It did get on Armin’s nerves sometimes. Why couldn’t there just be one moment of peace among comrades and friends? Armin inhaled and rolled his eyes as he dried off a dinner plate.

“They should just get married already.” He said under his breath. He watched as Jean was currently losing.

Armin’s sarcastic comment made you burst into laughter. You clamped your eyes shut, lips spread out into a genuine smile, nose crinkled in amusement. He paused.

His heart began to pick up speed, and his throat suddenly got very agitated and dry. Armin’s face flooded with blush. His chest swelled with the fact that he was the one to make you laugh, a glorious sound he didn’t realize he had grown quite fond of. Something had changed within him. A flame had been lit inside Armin’s stomach, and you were apparently holding the match.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as you came down from your giggle fit. You resumed washing out the cup you put a halt on cleaning, and handed it to Armin for him to dry.

“You’re silly.” You sighed.

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Chilly in here, was the first thought that arrived in Armin’s mind.

He sat up and shivered, holding his arms to his chest as a chill went through him. He didn’t have a shirt on, or any clothes actually. He took a quick tired look around the room. Your room. A blue hue was casted across all of your things. Armin spotted that the window was completely open. If it was this cold for him, someone who ran a warmer body temperature due to his peculiarity, he couldn’t really imagine how cold it must be for you.

With his mind fogged with sleep, he noted how unwise it was to leave your window open this way. So, Armin got up to close it. He tried to keep his eyes half shut so he could stay in the state of sleepiness he was in. By the time he got to the window and tried to quietly shut it, Armin was already starting to become more alert and awake. He was used to being up at this hour anyway. He paused to at least put his pants back on before going back to stand in an open window. All of his clothes were nicely folded across the back of a chair, and his shoes placed politely next to yours.

While Armin continued to wrestle with your sticky bedroom window, he noticed the pretty view of the pier and ocean in the distance. The water sparkled and glittered. A sliver of sunshine lined the horizon. Armin could hear the seagulls calling to each other from where he was standing.

He stared out the window, wistfully coming to his senses. Armin checked the time using your wristwatch on the bedside table. It was five-thirty in the morning. Every now and then, a person would walk on the sidewalk or a car would drive by. Armin wondered who they might be and where they might be going. He spotted a man walking with a strange black and white spotted dog, a woman and small child strolling hand in hand, and a boy on a bicycle. A fascinating contraption.

Armin wondered if any of those people had seen Eren. It was extremely unlikely that any of them did. But, if on the slim chance that they had, perhaps they saw him sitting on a bench enjoying the weather, or talked to him at a tavern, or even walked past him on the street. The world outside of the walls was far bigger than Armin could ever comprehend, and somehow his understanding of that was exceeded now that Eren was out there on his own.

What would the scouts do now that they not only let Eren slip away again, but they also lost the Attack titan in foreign and unknown territory? Armin hadn't really been keeping up with the Marleyean tabloids after the conference about Eldians being denied every basic human right, but Armin pictured that it wasn’t great. He hadn’t had the time to come up with a scenario on how to combat that. A sudden yet dull pain pierced through the top of his head, and into the back of his eye.

Armin was snatched back to his current reality when a noise from the present moment caught his attention. You moved your legs around under your blanket, shuffling and getting into a more comfortable position. With a little groan, you rolled onto your side. You turned to the open room, laying where Armin could see your face. Armin studied every detail, basking in this moment. If only he could pause time and stay in the memory of the night before. This particular second of bliss was enough to subside the ache from missing Eren. Armin didn’t want to think about him right now. He pushed Eren out of the front of his brain temporarily, and started to debate whether he should keep his distance, or suck it up and hold you the way he always envisioned

Armin has never seen a person sleep so peacefully. Your lips were gently separated, light breathing escaping from in between. Your eyelashes fluttered. The early morning shadows of blue, gray, and black did your beauty justice. He helped himself to sitting in the window, perching like an owl. He brought his thighs to his chest, chin resting on his knees, and arms wrapped around his shins. Armin watched your chest rise and fall with each breath. Somehow in the few hours Armin had slept, you had gotten more beautiful. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth. There was something rather tranquil about watching you sleep so soundly. His mind fell silent, except for the number rising in his head as he accidentally started counting every breath you took.

Three… Four… Five…

In his pretend scenarios Armin made up as he lay awake restless at night, he was always the big spoon. There was a gaping hole in his chest as he imagined holding you to his chest at night. He so badly wanted to be the one you curled up to, the one you sought comfort from in the dark. But for some reason, Armin was frozen. He dared not touch you, even though he was just as desperate for you now as he was hours ago. Armin wanted to crawl back into your bed and wrap himself around you. Or, embrace you in his arms. He didn’t really have a preference, he just wanted to be close to you. However, he kept his distance. He shrunk himself away as if you were the one who could explode at a whim. Armin had been fawning over you for so long and now that he actually could call you his, it seemed like an unforgiving joke.

Armin wasn’t funny like Connie, no matter how many times you may laugh at his jokes and tell him that he is. He could style and cut his hair any way he wanted, and he still wouldn’t be as handsome as Eren. Armin knew he would never be as strong as Levi-- or anyone else in the entire military at that, and there was no way he could compete with Jean in anything. He seemed to be the whole package.

Twelve… Thirteen… Fourteen…

Along with not being able to compare with any of his comrades, Armin was literally dangerous to be around. The Colossal Titan is powerful. Armin was capable of catastrophic, unpredictable damage, and it would be as easy as snapping his fingers-- not that he would ever have to use the Colossal to do intentional destruction anyway. Still, what business did you have being with someone like that?

Armin thought harder.

Perhaps it was your compassion and preference to see the good in others that made you believe Armin was worthy of your time. Any niceties you’ve shown towards him, he absorbed and hoarded it away like a crow to a shiny piece of metal. That was just the kind of person you were; unbiased and incredibly empathetic. After becoming a soldier, and killing a woman in cold-blood, his definition of what makes a good person and a bad person had become severely warped. The only constant that remained in his opinion was that he genuinely believed that you were authentically good.

Twenty-five… Twenty-six… Twenty-seven…

You would drop whatever it is you're doing to help anyone who needed it, and would give the clothes off your back to someone else. You were excellent at de-escalating arguments, cutting through the tension with patience and getting to the root of an issue with a neutral perspective. A soldier in your own divine right, ruthless and cut throat when you need to be, agile and precise when you’re going in for a kill. So far, you have four titan kills under your belt. Although you didn’t make it in the top ten graduates as a cadet, you were still incredibly intelligent. Any problem seemed easy to solve and didn’t take much brain power. You were brilliant, amusing, resourceful.

Ethereal.

Thirty-eight.. Thirty-nine… Forty…

Armin’s chest swelled with an emotion he had never really felt before. He could feel his hands heating up from the blood suddenly pumping through his body. Pressure began to build in his temples, his psyche was honing in on you while everything else around him began to fade out. Armin’s heart began to increase speed and there was an icky feeling in his stomach. It rose up into his throat, swelling as he kept counting.

Fifty-seven… Fifty-eight… Fifty-nine… Sixty…

Your people-pleaser attitude had to have come from somewhere. What could you have gone through to make you so resilient to negativity? You and Armin had been subjected to most of the same experiences being on Levi’s Squad and were friends as cadets. However, you existed before you were a soldier. Armin wanted to know what made you tick, what made the gears in your head turn, why your heart was so soft. Troubled childhood? Armin could relate to that. A bad break up? Not so much. Losing countless friends and comrades in the name of humanity? That was something you both, unfortunately, had in common.

Someone as precious as you needed to be protected and cared for, like a little baby bird that had fallen out of the nest. You gave your own time and energy running around to make sure everyone around you was square, but who was there for you whenever you needed it? Of course Mikasa and Sasha were an automatic default. But, who would be there for you if neither of them could fulfill your needs? Who’s shoulder do you rest on when you’re sad, angry, scared? Who tends to your wounds after being miraculous on the battlefield, or when you’re ill? Who do you share thoughts and ideas with? Where do you go when you need to be touched and loved?

Armin immediately scratched that last question out of his head. That icky feeling in his stomach turned sour and sickly. Just as quickly as he had made himself upset, it subsided with the realization that it didn’t matter anymore. Now, it was Armin you would come to if you needed anything. His brain tickled with an idea of a promise, a promise that he would walk to the end of the earth to fulfill. Whatever it was you needed, wanted, desired, Armin would be there to make it happen.

One hundred and eleven… One hundred and twelve…

Within the instant it took Armin to only blink, you had shot up and out of your tranquil sleep. A strange gasp for air squeezed itself from your throat. Armin jumped, shrinking back in sudden and blind fear. He put his hands out to protect his face and chest. Your eyes were wide and crazed.

Your heart was beating so hard, you thought for a moment that you were going to be sick. Your head pounded, mind fogged with the grogginess of an interrupted sleep and the surprise of a nightmare. You gripped your comforter as if your life had depended on it.

“Are you alright?” Armin tested. You blinked. Your environment became clearer upon hearing his voice.

Your eyes shifted to him in the corner of the room, sitting in the windowsill. He had one knee up, a hand pressed to his chest, and leaning against the glass. Armin stared at you incredulously. You weren’t sure which was worse; Having a terrible nightmare or the embarrassment of Armin seeing you wake up from one. You took both of your hands and quickly rubbed your eyes.

“Yeah. I just had a bad dream.” You muttered quietly.

“I have those too, sometimes. Do you want to… talk about it?” Armin asked. He put his body at ease, tucking his hands under his thighs.

You paused. Now that you were awake, you couldn’t recall a single detail about anything, but you remembered it feeling so real. You took a quick look into your shaky palms. The lines in your hands were just the same as they had always been.

“I don’t remember.” You shook your head.

You gave Armin a glance up and down. One side of his face was lit by the window, while the other was shaded by the darkness of the hotel room. His right eye glistened brighter than the other. You could see just how admiral his eyes were. Armin was as beautiful outside as he was inside. He stared at you softly, unsure of what he should do next. A question arose in your mind.

“Were you watching me sleep?” You questioned with one eyebrow raised.

You were mostly teasing. It was quite obvious that he had been looking out of the window, since you noticed it was now closed. You found it more surprising that Armin had actually stayed through the night instead of sneaking out at his earliest convenience. You saw Armin’s shadowed shoulders shrink.

“N-Not in a weird way…” He chuckled sheepishly. Armin took his tongue in between his teeth.

Your chest tightened looking at him. It was clear that Armin had just woken up. His blonde hair was frizzed in some places. His eyes were puffy with sleep. He looked so cute and sweet this way. What your eyes were really clued in on was how tragically gorgeous he was without a shirt on. Your memory matched the way his muscles felt under your fingers, in the dark, to how they looked in front of you.

The sweat that lingered on your skin felt gross. You could smell the salt of the sea in your hair as well as a faint hint of Armin’s own scent. You drew in a deep, grounding breath. There was a funny taste on your lips. An aftertaste of Armin kissing your lips after he had gone down on you just the night before. Your stomach churned with butterflies.

“I’m going to take a shower.” You declared. You threw the covers off of you and stood up.

“Oh, okay.” Armin spoke, slightly stunned by the change of environment and mood. He also wasn’t aware that you were wearing just a shirt.

His eyes were helplessly glued to your legs as you walked to the bathroom. You paused in the door frame and stretched your back out with your arms over your head, a yawn slipping in between. The hem of your shirt raised to reveal your backside. Armin bit his tongue harder.

“You can join me if you want to.” You invoked.

There was an articulation in your voice that sent Armin’s heart racing. It made his ears perk up, his blood flow harder in his veins, his attention firmly grasped. He began to faintly taste blood. Your voice was low and inviting. You batted your eyelashes at him as you waited for him to spit an answer.

This was another marvelous opportunity to be close with you. Private showers such as these were not a luxury at your headquarters on Paradise. The shower room was not co-ed, and the stalls were less than private. He might not ever have a chance like this with you back home.

“You don’t have to. I just thought I’d offer.” You shrugged.

Then, you closed the door, leaving Armin awkwardly on the other side.

You turned on the hot water and got your shower started. The bathroom quickly began to fill with steam. You were starting to realize that teasing Armin was fun. He either took it way too seriously, not understanding the underlying joke or sarcasm, or he clapped back with something as witty and crude. Armin was hilarious in his own way, when he wasn’t trying to be.

Flirting with him was different. You liked how easily flustered he could get, his cheeks and ears flushing pink whenever you taunted and made eyes at him. Armin had to recollect his thoughts and think before he spoke. Seeing the wheels turn under his blonde hair was entertaining.

Just when the shower was exactly how you liked it, you stepped in and began to gently wash your face under the hot water. You squint your eyes shut as you let your hair get completely soaked, doing a little turn to get wet evenly. As you did so, you heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened and shut very gently. An odd, ceramic on ceramic clack noise followed closely after.

You moved a corner of the shower curtain away, peeking out to see what exactly Armin was doing. He was fully dressed, minus the vest he wore yesterday. His button up shirt was lazily done, meeting halfway up his chest. Armin made himself comfortable on the lid of the toilet. You watched him curiously while he shuffled his feet around and tucking his hands in between his legs. He didn’t seem to notice that you were looking at him and observing him decide on if he wanted his feet on the floor or if it was more comfortable to cross his legs. He tucked his ankles together, making his position work.

That wasn’t necessarily what you meant by inviting him to join you, but you couldn’t really blame him. The gesture to simply keep you company wasn’t surprising. You remembered how pleased Armin was just from sitting outside of the bathroom door while you did your makeup for the Eldian Rights conference about a month ago. The way Armin’s bashfulness flip-flopped was interesting and slightly perplexing. You shrugged to yourself. As long as Armin was content, then you didn’t seem to mind him hanging out.

“I’m glad you stayed the night.” You spoke out over the loud water.

Armin sat up straighter. He looked in the direction of your voice, not being able to see you by the solid teal shower curtain. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips.

“Captain Levi isn’t doing bed checks anymore, so I figured I’d get away with it.” He lightly laughed.

You took your shampoo and worked it deep within your scalp.

“What are your plans for the day?” You wanted to know.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe do some more work. Reading… and stuff. What about you?” Armin sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. What he was anxious for was unclear.

You hummed as you continued to scrub the grimy natural salt from your hair.

The date to the pier served as a successful distraction from the current every day drama of Eren’s vanishment. It was wonderful to spend time with Armin alone, refreshing to see him in multiple rays of new light. As your boyfriend, out and about in a striking and adventurous new world, feeling and appearing more human that he had been dragged out of a dark and depressing hotel room. Armin had been his usual self for the first time in weeks. You wanted to keep the spark going.

“I figured when I’m done, we’d get breakfast together.” You suggested. For a brief second, you changed the water from hot to cool to rinse the shampoo from your head. You shut your eyes as you spoke.

Armin switched from sitting to standing. He planted his feet in front of the sink and used the side of his hands to wipe condensation off of the mirror. He looked at his reflection, not recognizing himself for a split millisecond. His hair was tossed every which way, eyes still swollen with sleep. He used his ring finger to scrape a piece of crud from the inner corner of his eye. There was a foul taste in his mouth that he hoped you didn’t get a whiff of. Armin absentmindedly pulled the mirror open, revealing a rather empty medicine cabinet. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. At least a tube of toothpaste. Armin closed it back.

On the edge of the bathroom sink was a small brown bag. Armin had seen you carry it around a handful of times, and watched as you rummaged around through it for whatever you happened to be looking for. He wasn’t sure what exactly you kept in it. You were always pulling seemingly random items out of it, then haphazardly throwing them back inside. It was sewn in a rather boxy-square shape, but you had so much stuff jammed inside, it looked more round. Perhaps you had toothpaste in there.

“Hmm,” Armin groaned. “I still have a lot of-” Armin began, but you interrupted him.

“Aw, please?” You politely begged.

Unbeknownst to Armin, you had taken a pause in gathering your conditioner in your hand as you waited for him to respond. You were hoping that the pleading in your tone would make him change his mind.

And unbeknownst to you, your tone melted Armin right in his spot. How could he decline your sweet offer now? His heart clenched unexpectedly. Out of context, he might have thought he was going into cardiac arrest. Your toiletry bag was already unzipped. Armin pulled it open more. Maybe you wouldn’t mind if he looked inside for toothpaste.

“Alright then.” He chuckled. He really didn’t try to hold his ground. Whatever you wanted to do, Armin would willingly do it.

You did a shimmy of giddiness, and continued to work your conditioner in your hair.

The smell of whatever you were using in the shower filled Armin’s nostrils with a scent he was familiar with. A blanket of domestic comfort wrapped around his shoulders as he lightly dug around in your bag. It was packed with little tubes and bottles of… things. Armin picked up a few items, held them to the light to get a glimpse of what might be inside. Some of them were half empty, and others were on their last leg of product.

Why did you have so much? What did they all do? Why are most of them empty?

Armin couldn’t help himself, curiosity had bested him. He had already found the tube of toothpaste he suspected that you had, but couldn’t stop himself from looking deeper inside. Some of it was obviously makeup. There was a strange metal contraption, like a pair of tongs but the ends were curved and elongated. Armin snapped them open and shut, eyeing it suspiciously. He hadn’t the faintest clue what he was looking at. He put it aside, and kept looking.

One thing he noticed was that most of the bottles and tubes were labeled or had labels. Even though he read them all, he couldn’t comprehend what they were for or what they did. However, one simply did not have a name. With his interest further piqued, he unscrewed the cap and gave it a whiff. The smell that he came to adore so much smacked him in the face.

Soft, sweet, with just a tinge of amber. Armin smelled it whenever you walked by him in the mess hall. He could catch it on the breeze whenever you were all sitting outside, hanging out and talking about nothing. The scent danced on all your pillows, clothes, and skin. Armin took another inhale of it as if it were oxygen itself. He could have died right there in ecstasy.

“Hey, yo?” Some called suddenly from the inside of your hotel room, just on the other side of the bathroom door.

Armin jumped at the unexpected visitor. Armin stepped back from the sink with the bottle still clenched tightly in his hand. His fingers moved quickly to screw the cap back on.

“Connie?” You called out, poking your head out from the shower curtain.

Armin froze, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You and Armin both knew Connie would ask questions and make assumptions. In this case, they would be true and there would be no way Armin could deny any of it. Jean knew how to mind his own business, but not Connie. Connie would tease and pry for any detail he could get.

“What should I do?” Armin mouthed to you.

There was literally nowhere for him to hide.

“Oh, are you in the shower? Can I come in real quick, I have something important to tell you.” Connie asked regretfully, sounding sorry to bother you.

Armin’s eyes were wide with horror. You bit your tongue, thinking of the only thing that you could do. You reached out of the shower, grabbed Armin by his shoulder, and pulled him in with you. The water began to soak his hair and the front of his pants and shirt. You slapped your hand over Armin’s mouth as he clumsily slipped and exclaimed at being unexpectedly handled. You put a finger to your lips, hushing Armin as he squeaked quietly under your palm.

“You can come in.” You announced over the sound of the running water.

You heard the bathroom door creak open.

“I have my eyes covered, I’m not looking! I can’t see anything!” Connie proclaimed.

The smog of the bathroom escaped and a rush of cool air came in behind Connie. He hid his face with one hand while the other was extended in case he ran into anything. Connie took tiny steps as well.

“It’s fine, the curtain is solid. What do you have to tell me?” You politely pressed.

Connie removed his hand from his eyes and blinked. He looked around your bathroom as his eyes adjusted and his thoughts realigned.

“Are you almost done? Hange and Levi want us all together to talk. Sasha went to get Mikasa, so I came to get you.” Connie explained.

You and Armin locked eyes. You furrowed your brows at each other.

“Talk about what?” You wanted to know.

Now would be Armin’s third time seeing you naked. You were just as stunning naked in the shower, a less sexual context, as you were in bed. The way the water rolled down your body, soap suds bubbling on your skin, hair soaked in product and dripping. It was longer than Armin thought it was, now that it was wet. He almost couldn’t stand it. Armin swallowed to try and keep his growing bulge under control, but he was too infatuated with your figure and too startled by Connie’s unexpected appearance. He kept his eyes up to the ceiling so as to not just stand and stare, focusing on what Connie was saying.

“This whole Eren business, I assume.” Connie sighed.

“Oh,” you replied. “I kinda just got started, but I’ll be out soon.” It was all you could say.

“I’ve been thinking,” Connie began.

Oh, God! You thought to yourself. Anytime Connie said that, it was usually followed up with something so dumb, you seriously doubted if he thought much at all. You hoped Connie wouldn’t say something unintentionally ignorant.

“Eren’s been so sluggish lately. Maybe he’s older than we predicted and he crawled off somewhere to die? Dogs do it all the time. I feel, like, if Eren actually was coming back he would have already.” Connie explained.

You sucked the back of your teeth.

“That’s a terrible thought, Connie. Don’t say that in front of everybody.” You warned.

“I know, I know. I just think it’s fucked up, you know? The way Eren just dropped everything and left us behind. Especially Mikasa and Armin, after everything they’ve done for him.” Connie ranted.

You squeezed your eyes shut. The secondhand embarrassment made you want to dissolve down the drain. All you could muster up was a hum of neither approval or disagreement. Connie carried on with his rant.

“I don’t know what Eren and Mikasa’s dynamic is but I’ll tell you what, she does not deserve him. He always treated her like some side piece he could care less about. The way he always pushed her away and hollered in her face made me so angry sometimes. I stayed out of it, because it’s not really my business, but sometimes I really wanted to tell him to just fuck off of Mikasa for just a minute.” Connie preached.

He took a quick look at his reflection. Connie ran his tongue over his pearly white teeth and smoothed a stray eyebrow hair only he would notice. He then flashed himself a handsome smile.

You stayed silent.

The more Connie vented, the smaller Armin felt. Although Connie did have a point about Eren being rude to Mikasa often, he was positive that it was never as intentional as it may appear. He knew in his heart that Eren didn’t mean to hurt Mikasa, he was just an independent man who was set in some of his ways. Mikasa was doting and compassionate not just to Eren, but to everyone. Armin included. It was in her nature to care just as it was in Eren’s nature to…

“And don’t fuckin’ get me started on-” Connie wanted to add. He did a quick flex in the mirror. However, you put an end to his raving.

“Connie, I really can’t talk right now. I’m getting soap in my mouth!” You lied. The signal in Connie’s brain finally started to fire up.

“Right, right, right. I’ll tell the ole Cap’n you’ll be there soon. By the way, have you seen Armin? He’s not in his room.” Connie mentioned before he completely turned on his heel to leave. You took a pause. Despite the warm water, your toes ran cold as ice.

“Strange. No, I haven’t.” You fibbed again, looking Armin directly in his pretty blue eyes. A glaze of sadness fell over his irises.

“Well, when did you see him last? Did you both go to-” Connie began to think too hard. You interrupted him again.

“Connie. Soap in mouth.” You reminded him coldly.

“Alright, alright. Put some hustle on it, you know the captain doesn’t like to wait around.” On that note, Connie shut the bathroom door.

You and Armin held your breaths until you were both certain that the coast was clear. After the sound of the hotel room door closed shut, you released your hand from Armin’s mouth.

He said nothing. His eyes looked somewhere else, not at you or really anywhere. The front of his hair and clothes were now soaked. He looked like a little wet kitten left out in the rain. You pouted at him, knowing that his feelings may have been hurt from Connie’s unsolicited opinion. It was no ones fault, as Connie wouldn’t have known Armin was there. You could still imagine the sting of his words. A hand reached out to brush Armin’s wet hair off of his forehead. Before your fingers could touch him, Armin moved to get out.

“I’m going to go change my clothes.” He said simply. He couldn’t hide the melancholy in his voice.

His tone had definitely shifted. The dark cloud that had been hanging over him for weeks had returned.

Armin’s heart thumped as he booked it to the private dining room. He managed to sneak back to his room, and change out of his wet clothes without getting caught. A million and one thoughts went through his mind as he hurried to be on time, knowing how unpleasant it was to keep Levi waiting.

Armin swallowed Connie’s words with a giant grain of salt. Hearing Connie voice his true opinion in what he thought was a safe space did hurt, he would not deny that, but he didn’t hold it past him. No matter how often Eren and Jean fought, the two of them plus Armin himself and Connie were the closest thing to brothers that they all had. Connie and Eren pulled numerous pranks on everyone, you being a common target. The greatest stunt they achieved together was setting about twenty frogs loose in your bedroom just before a cleaning inspection. Connie was the only person Eren could be mischievous around and not be told off about it.

Armin wasn’t the only person who was offended by Eren’s departure. Connie was also grieving a lost friendship, and said the first words that came to his mind. That’s all that was.

The only context Armin has was that Hange and Levi wanted to talk about Eren, but nothing more was given. Perhaps they had heard from him, or even found him. If not brought back in person, then at least a location was known. Or, even better, maybe Armin would lock sight on Eren as soon as he walked into the room. He would be in once piece, profusely apologize and explain what had happened to him for weeks on end. Maybe Armin was right about Eren getting his memories confused and gotten himself lost. Maybe he was kidnapped and managed to escape. Maybe he had another motive that the scouts couldn’t know about at the moment for good reason. Armin’s chest fluttered with hope.

Armin pushed the doors open, a fraction of that hope had diminished when he took account that Eren was not there. He greeted everyone, sheepishly closing the doors behind him as he did so.

“Good morning, Armin! How’d you sleep?” Hange cheerfully greeted, smiling wildly at him.

In the face, they could tell that Armin had low spirits. But physically, he appeared fine, as if he hadn’t been decaying away in a hotel room alone for weeks on end. Armin appeared to be wearing fresh clothes, and Hange could faintly smell soap on him. At least he had been keeping up with his personal hygiene. They were quite relieved that Armin seemed fine for the most part. Perhaps a day in the sun is what he needed after all. Hange made a mental note to give you your credit for your idea, as it seems to have done him good.

“I slept alright.” Armin shrugged, downplaying his night and trying not to blush.

Sleeping next to you was some of the best sleep he had gotten in weeks.

Hange and Levi made sly eye contact as Armin kept his head down and found a seat at the table. Their telepathic minds sent each other the same thoughts. Hange had made themselves comfortable at the head on the table, while Levi sat off to their left as usual. Levi said nothing. He kept his arms folded in the moments where he wasn’t reaching for his tea.

“Where’ve you been?” Jean asked Armin.

Jean was finishing the last of his breakfast. Armin sat across from him, deciding to skip out on food so early in the morning. Armin’s anxiety levels were on one thousand. He bounced his leg under the table. For now, it was currently Jean and Connie sitting and eating. If Armin ate anything, he might not be able to keep it down.

“What do you mean? I was in my room.” Armin lied through his teeth.

He figured Jean was the one who went looking for him. Jean put a pause on raking some eggs onto his fork.

“No you weren’t. I was just in there looking for you.” Jean raised an eyebrow.

Jeans questioning was not helping with Armin’s uneasiness. Of course now Jean would try to pry for answers in front of Connie and superiors. Armin swallowed, and kept his composure.

“What’s up with your hair?” Jean asked another question. Armin was taken back.

“I just washed it. Why, w-what’s wrong with my hair?” Armin reached up to smooth it down flat. He had no way of seeing his reflection, and he didn’t really have time to comb through and style it nicely.

“I like it!” Hange chimed in. “It’s wet and wild. It’s sexy!” They beamed.

Armin’s face pooled pink. No one had ever referred to anything about him as sexy, and coming from Hange made him slightly embarrassed. Hange didn’t care. They dramatic tossed their own hair around on their head, one thick piece covering their eyepatch, giving Armin a smolder.

Shortly after Armin’s arrival, Sasha and Mikasa appeared. Sasha was already dressed for the day, which was surprising because she was usually in more casual and comfortable clothes until it was absolutely necessary for her to change. Mikasa had definitely seen better days, though no one dared to speak up on that. Armin could tell that she hadn’t been getting a lot of rest either. She appeared thinner in the face, with rings under her gray eyes.

Armin immediately noted your absence, but kept his lips sealed tight. He put his hands together in his lap and squeezed.

“Right, so now that everyone is here,” Hange began. Their voice changed from being playful to quite serious. Armin’s heart skipped.

“Hang on,” Levi interrupted, raising his hand to put Hange on pause. “Where is Y/N?”

The sound of Connie’s fork stabbing into his plate followed behind Levi’s question. He poked at the sausages, half already being stuffed in his mouth.

“I went to go get them, but they were in the middle of takin’ a shower.” Connie said with his cheeks full of food. Levi cringed.

“Stop talking with your mouth full.” Levi snapped. He folded his arms back into their natural position. Connie quickly chewed, and harshly swallowed.

“My bad— I mean, yes sir. Sorry, sir.” Connie apologized.

“That’s not a problem, we can just wait! Let everyone get some food in their systems before we begin!” Hange declared, adjusting their rectangular glasses.

Mikasa and Armin were the only two who hadn’t helped themselves to food. Mikasa was too busy eyeing Armin down from across the table. She looked at him, through him, and beyond. Her eyes were judgmental. Armin already knew what she was criticizing him for: last night's rendezvous.

Armin couldn’t break his eyes away from Mikasa. A mild sweat started to break out on his temple. He had almost forgotten that Mikasa technically had caught him in the act of sneaking into your hotel room. What did she know? Perhaps it was your ridiculously squeaky bed frame that gave away the events of the evening, or maybe Armin himself was just too loud? What if you and Armin both were overheard? Armin briefly looked away, and then back to Mikasa, but her gaze remained unbroken. Armin almost couldn’t stand it.

Finally, at last, after about twenty extra minutes of idle chit chat from everyone else, and people filling themselves up for the morning, you walked through the door. You were disheveled, obviously having to put a rush on your morning routine. You had a towel draped around your shoulder as your hair was soaking wet and dripping from the ends. You had to let your conditioner sit for at least fifteen minutes to get the full benefits, and had absolutely no time to dry it normally.

“You’re late.” Levi commented harshly. You stood tall, at full attention.

“I-” You wanted to explain yourself, but Levi wasn’t having it.

“Sit down.”

“Yes, sir.” Your shoulders fell, eyes drawn to your feet as you tried to find somewhere to sit.

Just your luck, there was an empty seat next to Armin. He sat up straighter and pulled the chair out from the table for you to claim. Only you could see how he gently patted the cushion. The corners of his mouth pulled up into an anxious smile. You quietly thanked him as the room suddenly fell silent.

“Alright, now everybody is here…” Hange stood up again.

They sighed heavily. They removed their glasses and began to clean the lenses with the hem of their shirt. You took notice of the frown on their lips, a solemn and regretful look in their eye. With this behavior, and the topic of conversation, you had a feeling that whatever Hange was going to say wasn’t good.

You quickly took a look at all your friends. You and Mikasa widened your eyes at each other. Sasha had taken a pause on her breakfast. Jean rested his elbow on the table with his chin in his palm. Connie mirrored Levi with his arms folded across his chest, but looked more clueless than menacing.

Then you gave Armin a quick scan. His hands were folded in his lap. He pressed his hands together so tightly, he was basically white knuckling himself. His wrists trembled. You drew in a deep breath to compensate for wanting to grab his hand and hold it.

Hange began to speak, lowering their voice to a discreet and intimate tone.

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’ll get straight to the point. Our situation in Marley is getting more and more dangerous by the second. With the recent verdict on the Eldian race, more and more establishments are demanding blood tests from all patrons. It’s to weed out any roaming Eldian’s, and to keep them in their designated internment zones. Since we’re the native island devils they fear and loathe, it’s too risky to stay here. Not just in the hotel, but in the entire country.”

Hange gently explained. They took a pause so all of their words could soak into six brains at once. Then, they continued.

“The next ship to leave Liberio’s port is scheduled to depart at nine tomorrow morning. So tonight you will all need to be packed, well rested, and ready to leave by at least eight just to be safe.”

A fog of confusion engulfed the room. Everyone present was thinking the same thing, and you all knew what it was. It dangled from the ceiling like a spider on a string of its web, frantically flailing around for a ledge to grab onto. Connie still had his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes fixated on the middle of the table as he listened and nodded. Sasha’s lips twisted into a pout. Jean rubbed his temple. You could hear just how hard Armin was breathing.

Mikasa sat as still as stone, looking blankly at Hange as she asked,

“What about Eren?”

Her words were a punch to everyone’s stomach. Only her voice wavered as she spoke. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Tears were starting to tickle her eyes. Without giving each other a single signal or clue, you and Sasha immediately abandoned your seats to be at Mikasa’s side. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders in a hug, her hand holding onto your forearm. Sasha knelt down to the floor, taking Mikasa’s free hand in her own.

“Can I say something?” Connie raised his hand.

“No, you may not.” You hissed.

You couldn’t mentally handle Connie putting his foot in his mouth again, not here in front of everyone else. Connie shut his mouth.

Hange hung their head.

“Eren has been missing in action for weeks. It’s unclear what his situation is, whether he abandoned his duties as a scout or…” Hange stopped themselves.

Everyone remained quiet, waiting for Hange to finish their sentence, but they couldn’t. They couldn’t muster the strength to picture Eren-

“Dead?” Armin had broken his silence.

All eyes turned to him. For some reason, Armin didn’t care about the incredulous looks he was getting. The possibility and reality had crashed onto him. Connie was going to say it anyway, had you not stopped him.

Your heart cracked. If only there was a way you could extend yourself to bring Armin into your embrace along with Mikasa.

“He’s not dead!” Mikasa’s voice echoed.

She broke free from your hug and stood to her full height and slammed her palms on the table. Sasha fell backwards on her ass at the shock. All of the dishes clattered and shook at the impact. Then, she pointed a shaky finger at Armin.

“Take it back!” She demanded. “Eren is alive! I know he is!”

Mikasa left no time for Armin to redact his statement just as she demanded him to. Armin blinked, his head bobbing backward ever so slightly. Mikasa’s neck snapped to Hange.

“Hange, let me stay behind. I’ll keep looking for him, I can find him!” She desperately pleaded.

“That’s not a good idea.” Levi shook his head.

The room had taken a complete one hundred and eighty degree turn. The sound of Levi’s voice alone sent smoke coming out of Mikasa’s ears like a kettle on a flame. You watched Jean cover his ears and squeeze his eyes shut, already becoming overstimulated by the tense environment. Connie’s eyes were as wide as the plate he ate off of. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch Mikasa’s meltdown, or avert his eyes somewhere else so as to not wrongfully make eye contact with her and be the next person she yells at. Sasha sat on the floor, frozen, mouth agape and unsure of what to do next.

You bit the inside of your lip. Levi was correct, of course and as usual. It was a terrible idea for Mikasa to say behind. She would have no ally’s or resources to conduct an investigation on a missing soldier on her own. There was no way Armin would allow Mikasa to stay here alone. You knew he would volunteer himself to stay along with Mikasa if he needed to. And if Armin stayed here, then you would have to as well. Even worse, what if Mikasa had been caught as an Eldian from Paradise? You could already visualize the dominoes and how they would fall.

You put a hand on Mikasa’s shoulder and sighed.

“Mika…” You said carefully and softly.

Mikasa turned to you sharply. Her eyes stabbed you in the chest, and your blood ran cold. Mikasa was your best friend, and you weren’t necessarily scared of her, but you definitely didn’t want to be on the sharp end of her attitude.

“Don’t ‘Mika’ me!” She shoved your hand away. “This is wrong and you all know it! We can’t leave Eren, we just can’t! He wouldn’t leave any of us behind!”

The irony in Mikasa’s negotiation made you nauseous. Everyone shifted uncomfortably. Again, no one wanted to say what they were thinking. Mikasa was already incredibly upset. No one wanted to twist the knife. Levi, however, didn’t seem to mind doing so.

“He’s already left us behind. It’s been damn near a month, and that little shit hadn’t bothered to even write to us.” Levi said.

He stood up from his chair. His black hair glistened under the light in the room. His arms were still folded across his chest as he stood to his height.

“I know it sucks because you love him, or whatever. But it’s either we stay here and risk all of our lives on this god forsaken continent, or we escape by the skin of our teeth and leave Eren to fend for himself. We’ve all risked our lives for Eren before, but this is too risky. We’d be putting our whole island at jeopardy if we were busted out as Eldian’s. Does that sound like it’s worth risking, for him?”

Levi’s tangent was heavy. Again, Levi was correct.

Mikasa’s lip wavered. She saw black as anger consumed her aura. She wanted to scream at Levi, tell him to shut up, tell him he was wrong. But her tongue was tied with emotions. A sob left her chest as she took off. She stormed towards the exit, the door practically flying open before her, and disappeared. There was an eerie silence, similar to the calm after a terrible rainstorm. Everyone was too stunned to say or do anything except look at each other.

Sasha was still sitting on the floor. Her mouth hung open in an amazed ‘o.’ Levi sucked the back of his teeth in his signature “tch” and sat back down. Sometimes, it was all he could really say. Sasha stumbled to her feet like a newborn deer.

“Mikasa, wait!” Sasha called. She zoomed to catch up to Mikasa, not even looking back at her comrades or superiors for a reaction

You were absolutely gobsmacked. Yes, Levi was correct on every single point. It wouldn’t be wise to stay, as all of your lives were now on the line. You had no choice but to follow Hange’s orders, but you sympathized with Mikasa more than logic wanted to allow. Leaving Eren behind after everything you all lost, gained, and put at risk for him seemed… unreal. This all felt like a nightmare, as if you were still in your dream from earlier.

“Well, shit.” Connie heaved. He finally felt like he could release the breath he had been holding.

Jean cracked an eye open, examining his surroundings and slowly removing his hands from over his ears. Levi’s lips were drawn together tightly and eyebrows drawn in as he looked up at Hange, both of them shared conscience-stricken glances. It was expected that Mikasa, out of everyone, would be the most upset, but her outburst was magnificent to behold.

Armin had squeezed his hands together so tightly, his fingers had gone numb. His lips were kept straight, hi s face relaxed, but his eyes told all. If Armin really wanted to, he could cry over not seeing Eren again. And if he tried hard enough, he could laugh at the irony. He wasn’t sure where in the lines of this situation it was painted, but he could practically taste it. His irises slowly raised from looking at his lap, to making eye contact with you.

You scanned the room, observing everyone’s body language and mood. You weren’t sure what to say or do next. Out of everyone in the room, you wanted to go to Armin and embrace him, squish him to his chest and squeeze the pain out of his spirit. But, alas. Not here.

Without another word you quickly followed in pursuit behind Sasha, putting in work to keep up behind them both.

Mikasa ran straight to her hotel room and threw herself onto her bed. She screamed in agony into her pillows. It would be no surprise that she might have been heard on other parts of the hotel floor. For a moment, Sasha wrapped herself around Mikasa in a comforting hug. Mikasa sobbed into Sasha’s shoulder, and Sasha didn’t mind her shirt being soiled. She was notoriously terrible at offering advice and providing relief that isn’t humorous, there was little she could do here. You and Sasha exchanged faces at each other, unsure of where to start in unpacking all of this.

“It’s not fair!” Mikasa hollered one time over another.

Mikasa took her pillow in her hands and slammed it against the mattress as hard as she could, continuing her declarations of unfairness as she did so.

You and Sasha swapped places. Since you all would be leaving the next morning, it was best to start packing. Mikasa was fairly organized, so it didn’t take Sasha long to gather Mikasa’s things and put them away in her suitcase. You supported Mikasa’s anger from the sidelines. You were mainly making sure that Mikasa kept abusing her pillow and only her pillow. Lamps, books, and other non-soft breakable items were kept out of Mikasa’s immediate line of sight.

Even though Hange is the mastermind behind the scouts, the designated leader who had final say above everyone else, Mikasa blamed Levi. She swore up and down that it was his idea to leave Eren behind, that Levi never liked Eren to begin with. You and Sasha both knew that was untrue.

“I’m gonna rip that little bitch to shreds!” She gritted her teeth.

Mikasa balled her fists as tightly as she could to refrain herself from punching the walls. Mikasa always gave Levi a side eye, reluctantly following orders and every now and then disobeying them, calling him names whenever he left the room, and voicing certain acts of violence she wanted to inflict on him for the way he treated Eren. Mikasa insisted that Levi treated Eren like a step-child. She never learned, and in the case of Eren, she didn’t care what the repercussion would be for wringing the Captain’s neck.

“Don’t say that!” You tried to hush Mikasa just in case Levi happened to be near.

The fury was short lived. Mikasa huffed, sat back on the edge of her bed and began to cry. From that point on, the tears had not stopped. Her broken sobs had not lightened. You could see all of the pieces of Mikasa’s heart shattered on the floor. Mikasa clawed at her chest, leaving stripes of her fingernails across her flawless skin. She dug into herself as if there was anything she could bring out. Mikasa sunk her face into her pillow and screamed as loud and as hard as she could. All you and Sasha could do was stand in complete awe of the effect this disaster had done to your best friend.

Mikasa has been upset over Eren to the point of tears before. In less grander circumstances, Eren has said a phrase or two that would have hurt Mikasa’s feelings. Eren had never done anything this awful. Connie’s words played back in your mind. Eren was most definitely an asshole more times than not. Mikasa wasn’t the only one, you were a close runner up in some of Eren’s nonsense.

Hair seemed to be one of Eren’s favorite things to pick on. You always kept your hair in two neat braids away from your face. Eren often asked if you knew how to do anything else with it, and would sometimes tug on their curled tails when he thought you weren’t paying attention. In the mess hall, he’d flick small pieces of food at you. Nothing messy to stain your clothes or get on your face, but his aim was just perfect enough that a crust of bread he couldn’t be bothered to eat would land right in your soup. You never wasted time to pluck it out and chuck it back at him. By far, Eren’s favorite prank to pull on you was banging loudly on the door to your living quarters, jiggling the obviously locked handle, and pretending to break in. He did it at odd hours of the night, and sometimes early in the morning.

Through the red lenses of your vision, they were fond memories you would have and hold forever. But you were just too livid to see them from that point of view. Connie was right, after everything Mikasa had done for Eren is this the way he genuinely wants to treat her? Abandoning his post as a soldier, leaving his friends hanging high and dry in unknown and dangerous territory?

The scouts had saved Eren’s ass so many times, and if it wasn’t for any of you he would not be among the living. Armin vouched for him when it was revealed that Eren was really a titan, insisting that he wasn’t dangerous and that his power could be used for good. You thought he had gone mad. The original Levi Squad put their lives on the line to protect Eren against The Female Titan, leaving the other scouts in the dark about the real threat at hand. The caverns under the church was basically in the lowest part of Hell, you were convinced that the Devil himself would jump out from any corner. Nevertheless, you all went down anyway to rescue him and Historia with no real concern for your own lives. It was that day, during the battle with Kenny and his team, when you killed your first man. You did it all for Eren.

And this was the thanks you all got. It made you sick. You stood over Mikasa, lost in your own memories for just a moment, watching her unravel. This was no doubt her biggest heartbreak, and all you could do was watch. Even though Eren was a nightmare sometimes, for the first time in all the years you had known him, you hated him. You hated the way he hurt Mikasa. You hated the way he put Hange in a situation where they had to make a decision to leave him behind. You hated the way you saw Armin psyche break as he couldn’t come to terms with anything. You hated the way Eren left you to pick up his pieces.

“Mikasa, what can we do?” Sasha asked loudly. Mikasa’s crying bounced off of the walls.

“Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?” You cooed to her sweetly.

She declined, shaking her head. Her glossy black hair, that was always so shiny and looked so healthy, swished back and forth. You and Sasha stood over Mikasa as she howled in distress. Her face was wet with tears, snot slowly coming from her nose. The area around her eyebrows and her forehead were beat red. You excused yourself briefly to Mikasa’s bathroom, fetching the entire roll of toilet paper to bring her.

You came back and sat next to her, dabbing at her cheeks. You embraced Mikasa in another hug. Sasha helped herself to sitting on the bed, and took Mikasa’s trembling hand in hers.

You noticed that Sasha was particularly quiet, which was completely understandable. On top of watching her best friend suffer, and generally being awful at giving advice, Sasha was also upset about having to leave Eren. Who would take Eren’s place in their smoke rotation? Definitely not Mikasa, or Armin, or even you. Maybe, if they pressured him enough, Jean might crack. Sasha would have one less plate of leftovers, and one less tray to steal food off of. Sasha’s frown was deep and was quite unsettling to see, since she was always smiling and laughing at something or someone.

Even in the midst of your duty to tend to your best friend in her time of need, Armin couldn’t help but cross your mind. Where was he? What was he doing? How was he doing? Armin couldn’t hide his sorrows even if he sealed them in a vault with a lock and key. You had no idea what had happened in the meeting after you went to chase down Sasha and Mikasa. A sliver of regret pulled at your conscience, wishing you hadn’t left him at the table. Looking back, you probably should have stayed for his comfort.

Mikasa had to have been crying for at least an hour or two straight, and for the first time since coming back to her room her crying had stopped. She had bawled until her body had ran dry. Sasha quickly ran to grab her a glass of water. A drink seemed to calm her down significantly. Her weeping had settled down to pitiful hiccups.

“This is my fault.” Mikasa hushed under her breath. You squeezed her tighter.

“What makes you say that?” You pondered.

There was a pregnant pause. You and Sasha exchanged looks at each other as Mikasa blew her nose again. There was something she was leaving out, something that had gone unsaid until now. You both patiently waited until Mikasa collected herself. Then, she released a hard blow of air from her lungs.

“Do you guys remember when we found Eren at that campground?” Mikasa wondered, asking for context. You and Sasha both nodded.

“I caught Eren talking to that kid, the same kid who took Sasha’s purse. He was acting strange, saying weird stuff. He… He basically asked me what kind of relationship we had, what he meant to me…” Mikasa confessed. Your grip around her shoulders loosened as Mikasa unloaded her conscience.

It was no secret to anyone that Mikasa was head over heels for Eren, but it was unclear what their relationship was defined as. Sometimes, they acted as if they were a couple that had been married for years and years. Mikasa doted on Eren, and they squabbled often. The fact that Mikasa had been adopted by Eren’s parents and were raised together as children blurred some lines.

“What did you say?” You wanted to know.

Mikasa’s throat bobbed as she gulped. Her face twisted up again in a sob. She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand.

“I told him he was family. I-I must have made him mad. Maybe I said the wrong thing, or maybe I hurt his feelings…” She admitted with a crack in her voice.

Mikasa didn’t have much energy left to continue her full blown weeping, but she shed a couple of more tears from being temporarily hydrated. You rested your head on Mikasa’s shoulder as she sniffled some more.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sasha scoffed.

Your neck craned to her slowly, eyes wide with a nonverbal warning to mind her words. No, Sasha wasn’t good at giving advice, but it didn’t stop her from speaking her mind and calling bullshit whenever she saw it. Righteous, outspoken, and fiesty, Sasha was the friend who told it exactly how it was.

“You mean to tell us that Eren disappeared into thin air because he couldn’t stand being rejected? Is that what I’m comprehending right now?”

You weren’t sure where exactly Sasha was going with her tangent, but perhaps whatever she was about to say wasn’t what Mikasa wanted to hear, but rather it was what she needed. You could see Sasha’s anger rising higher and higher.

“So what if you don’t see him from a romantic perspective? That’s not your fault, and it’s not your problem that he can’t deal with his emotions like a normal person.” Sasha explained.

“But I do love him! I-I-I was just too stunned, I didn’t actually know what to say.” Mikasa replied. She twisted a wad of tissue anxiously in her hands.

“And that’s completely valid, don’t get me wrong! However, we’re here in Marley on a mission. He shouldn’t have fucked off the way he has. Look at you! You’re crying like someone just murdered your puppy. I’ve never seen you be so upset. You’ve barely eaten and barely slept in weeks.” Sasha pointed out. She spoke with her hands, waving them up, down, and around.

“And even Armin had problems coping! Y/N had to lure him out of his rabbit hole just so he could get some fresh air and sunlight!”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of you and Armin’s name being mentioned in the same sentence. You still hadn’t told Sasha or Mikasa anything about Armin. Eventually, you would, perhaps when you returned back home. Now, it seemed inappropriate to speak about your new relationship while Mikasa’s pain was equivalent to a break up. Even letting your stomach flip at the sound of his name seemed selfish.

Currently, all you could do was listen to Sasha’s preaching. You agreed with everything she was saying so far. You might have phrased a few things differently for Mikasa’s sake, but the core message all stayed the same.

“At this point, whatever Eren has going on in his stupid, fat, melon, man-brain is his problem. Not yours.” Sasha declared this statement as if it were a fact from a textbook.

While she raved, Sasha paced around the room. She helped herself back to sitting on Mikasa’s bed. Sasha grabbed Mikasa’s face and held it firmly in her hands, forcing Mikasa’s silvery eyes to meet her brown ones. Mikasa blinked rapidly, a few more tears falling down her cheeks.

“It’s not your fault.” Sasha stated firmly.

You watched as the two stared directly into each others souls. It was times like these where you felt closer with your girl friends more than ever. An ache clenched at your heart. There was a time when you three were just little Cadets and instead of being a group of three, it was a group of six. Krista was now Queen Historia, so it was almost impossible to see her whenever you just felt like it. Annie went off to join the Military Police after graduation. You exchanged a letter or two every now and then, but the last time you had laid eyes on her was when she was wreaking havoc in Stohess and capsulated herself in a crystal. Her whereabouts were unknown, and you could say the same for Ymir.

You, Sasha, and Mikasa were all that was left.

“Fuck him! You deserve so much better than what Eren has, could, and ever will give you. If I could, I would grab the biggest ladder in the world, climb it, pluck every star out of the sky like tiny little berries, and give them to you. Then, I would spoon feed them to you like the precious baby you are!” Sasha declared with her whole chest.

“Okay. Alright.” You decided to put an end to Sasha’s gospel, as you could sense she was about to go overboard.

“I agree with Sasha. You deserve someone who’s going to be there for you no matter what. This level of stress he’s always got you under… it’s not healthy, Mika.” You spoke softly, rubbing Mikasa’s back gently.

With no warning, Sasha sprung herself onto you and Mikasa in a gigantic hug. Her upper body strength constricted you all together, cheeks squishing together. Sasha groaned as her arms held you all tighter and tighter. You were definitely feeling the love. You coughed under Sasha’s grip, her affection and solidarity for girl-power restricting your airways.

Mikasa was caught in the middle between her two best friends. She squeezed her eyes shut. Mikasa sensed that some pieces of her fragmented soul were being cemented back together. Of course, it wouldn’t hold and solidify overnight.

“I love you guys so much! Men suck, and if anyone hurts either one of you, I’ll fucking kill them.” Sasha promised.

“Cool, Sasha, let me go! Please, you’re choking me!” You pleaded.

Laces in between Sasha’s oath and your desperate gasps for air something flickered inside Mikasa’s chest that as long as she had the two of you, plus Armin and Connie and Jean, she might just be alright.

It went without saying that no one felt any better than they did the day before. Bags were packed, people tossed and turned all night in final hopes that Eren Would miraculously show his face. He didn’t. So the following morning, just as planned, everyone was aboard the boat home by 9 AM. Finally by 9 AM sharp they said sail back to Paradise.

Apart from the ship, tearing through the open ocean waters, no one under the word. Mikasa had a firm grip on Eren’s suitcase, clutching it for dear life. The contents inside were all that remains of him. He had hardly unpacked anything. All of Eren’s personal belongings stayed perfectly in their place, barely touched. Armin found that quite odd, since Eren was less than his definition of organized. It took more time for Armin to put away his own belongings than it did for him to gather Eren’s.

Jean clapped Armin on one shoulder well Connie placed his hand on the other. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you could only guess that they offered their support. They mirrored you and Sasha, whose arms were linked together with Mikasa, and she sat in between you both. Mikasa was a quiet girl to begin with. Not shy or timid in the slightest. What more could be said or done? She stayed with her as she cried herself to sleep. She probably didn’t have any more tears left to cry

Armin’s hands gripped the side railings, holding his breath as the city line of Marley faded into the background. He clenched his jaw so hard, he could feel his back molars pressing onto each other. You were so occupied with Mikasa, you were unable to visit Armin to give whatever comfort you could. You eyed him closely. He nodded and shrugged as he, Connie, and Jean whispered among each other. You waited until they gave him space. Connie sat next to you, reaching across your lap to put a hand on Mikasa’s knee. He kept his mouth shut, but Mikasa could feel his tenderness in his touch.

“Everything will be okay, Mikasa.” Jean mumbled. His cheeks filled with blush.

It was all Jean could come up with. It wasn’t as romantic or as normal as he wanted to sound, but it came from his heart. Jean wasn’t sure if competing for Mikasa's hand would be easier or more complicated now that her heart has been broken. Whatever elbow grease was needed to help her heal Jean will put in the effort overtime.

“Thank you, Jean.” Mikasa replied. Her nose, lips, engine were buried under her signature red knitted scarf.

Armin still stood alone. You moved past Connie’s arm to stand and quietly made your way to speak to Armin. You approached him carefully so as to not startle him. His focus was trained on the water below.

“Hi.” You spoke softly. Armin blinked, giving you a weak smile.

“Hi.” He said back. A beat of silence rolled past.

You try not to focus on the water below, just looking out at the waves made your stomach uncomfortable. You got, unsure of what approach to take with Armin. More than anything you wanted to embrace him a hug kiss them across, bless cheeks and hold them close. However, you had a feeling that you were being watched. Feeling and touching all over him in front of your comrades, superiors, and other civilians aboard wasn’t a good idea.

“Sorry I didn’t come see you last night.” You apologized.

Armin turned to look at you for the first time this morning. You looked so beautiful to him in the open, fresh ocean air. Your hair flew back against the breeze, the sun kissing your skin and making you blow. A bashful yet sorrowful smile was curved on your lips. Armin’s own lips burned to be on yours. He licked them.

Just when he thought you couldn’t get any sweeter, you surprised him. Here you were, apologizing for something out of your control. It was increasingly obvious that Armin’s feelings for you had gotten stronger overnight. You barely said a thing and yet here he was, melting in your presence more than usual.

“Don’t worry about it.” Armin shrugged dismissively.

“How are you feeling?” You wanted to know. You moved a centimeter closer, making Armin’s heart pick up it’s pace.

Armin shrugged again. He looked away, breaking the mild eye contact you both held. He blinked out into the horizon. The clear sunny day, the crispy water around the boat, and Armin’s eyes were all the same color. Aesthetic wise, if the ocean were a person, it would be Armin.

He couldn’t deny the heaviness in his chest. Armin was still, understandably, confused about the turn of events. Angry, he may never get the closure everyone deserved. Scared for Eren’s safety. Armin concluded that, no matter what the others might say and despite statistics, Eren was still alive. He could feel it sitting hard and firm in his gut. Armin looked down at his shoes.

“I’m sad.” He confessed.

His answer held a different hue of honesty compared to when Jean and Connie checked on him.

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped. The lips you desperately wanted to kiss were tied together with a frown. You bit the inside of your lip and reached for the hand closest to you. You placed your palm over his knuckles. A simple gesture. Armin looked back at you once again. His eyes softened tremendously thanks to your touch.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Armin wondered out loud.

This feeling in his chest sucked. He wouldn’t wish this level of loneliness upon his worst enemy. Perhaps Armin wasn’t there enough for Eren. Maybe he didn’t listen well, or care about things as much as Eren did. Whatever the behavior was, Armin would not repeat it with you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a nod.

“I mean anything. Even if I’m the problem.” Armin insisted.

You chuckled.

“I seriously doubt that would ever happen.”

Armin tucked his top lip behind his bottom row of teeth, apprehensive of his next words. He didn’t put it past himself that at some point he might screw up. It was only fair that Armin let you know that you could tell him anything and everything, just as he could be honest with you. You had gone out of your way just to prove it. The same date to the pier was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. He owes you big time, and then some.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so… distracted.” Armin sighed anxiously.

He flipped his hand around, locking his fingers in between yours with a gentle squeeze. He drew a wavering breath in, and a shaky breath out.

“Armin,”

“But I promise when we get home, things will be different. You’ll be my top priority.” He swore.

You couldn’t help but beam at his proclamation. It was quite clear that Armin what is a sensual and romantic person. You could tell by the way he made a move on you in the tent, how he fucked you both times, and you peeped the binders of his stacks of books. At least one had a lovey-dovey title. You pondered what tricks he might have up his sleeve.

Armin didn’t digest the words you kindly spoke to him at the pier, that Eren’s troubles had nothing to do with Armin himself. But now, he could see what you meant. Even if he didn’t understand the full picture. Whatever Eren was up to now was out of his hands. All that he held onto now, literally and figuratively, was you.

There was no way Armin was going to let you go. You squeezed his hand back.

“I’ll do the same for you too.” You nodded as you spoke.

As much as you hate it, too, you released your hand from Armin’s. It was a bit of a shame that your stomach was now getting upset. You had no time to eat breakfast, plus the rock of the ship made you feel uneasy. If you look down at the rushing water, one more time you might get sick. Armin reframed a chortled laugh as you excused yourself back to your seat, claiming your spot right in between Mikasa and Connie.

Low and out of Connie’s ear shot, Sasha leaned in to speak to you.

“You know, you still have to wash that hand.” Sasha commented. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, shut up.”

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1+1=2 chp 3

You get ready to go on a date with Eren

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You couldn’t believe it. Eren has asked you out, something no one expected. It was a weird feeling, normally in college frat boys only like to fuck. Even your friend who was gorgeous couldn’t even cuff Armin. You didn’t know why Eren liked you or wanted you, but it didn’t matter now. He asked you out and you were going on this date.

You looked through your closet, looking at the different dresses you could wear. Normally you wouldn’t go for a tight dress but Eren has seen everything he needed to see before. Nothing was hidden, as you searched for the perfect dress.

Your eyes fell on a dress you knew he’d love. It was a black dress that showed all of your curves perfectly. It was a dress one of your friends bought you for your birthday, she said In case you needed to look sexy somewhere. You guess she was right.

Your hands pulled up the dress, before slithering your arms into the straps. You looked at yourself, seeing she was right about this dress. It fits perfectly. You didn’t believe her because how could a dress fit perfectly? But she was right. The dress was also comfortable, giving a soft feel to it. You’d have to start wearing the dress more often.

Your hands made use of themselves, coating makeup on your face. You were nervous for this date, and you didn’t know why. You felt a pit in your stomach, applying it. You wondered where he was taking you. Was he taking you to a restaurant or was he taking you to an arcade. Eren had told you he loved arcades.

Once you were finished, you made sure to put on your glasses, before walking out your bedroom door. You walked out to see your brother cooking. He doesn’t like cooking, he's told you, but you loved his cooking. He always knew exactly how to make everything to your liking.

“Where are you going?” Levi asked.

“On a date, could you put your food in a container so I can eat it later.” You questioned.

“Sure. With who?” Levi asked back.

“With Eren, the boy in the same class as me.” You answered. Levi hummed. He normally never hummed, always taking a deep breath or rolling his eyes. “What was that for?”

“Nothing.” Levi muttered. You hummed, in question. He didn’t look at you, just kept cutting vegetables.

“I’ll see you later, ok?” You smiled.

“Ok.” Levi whispered.

You walked out of the kitchen to the front door. Your eyes scanned for some shoes before putting high heels on. Normally you wouldn’t wear high heels, but you thought a date called for it. Your feet slipped into the heels, making you stand a little taller. You texted Eren, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.

You left the apartment, walking to your car. Levi had bought you this car after your 16th birthday. It wasn’t a fairly new car but it was fairly old. It was perfect for you. You sat in the driver’s seat, pulling off.

Your stomach started to feel like it was squeezing itself. You didn’t know why you felt this way, jitters maybe? You were normally never nervous because what do you have to lose? It’s never that serious. You calmed down your breath, looking to the side of the road.

Your head was telling you to turn around. Go back home and do something productive. Don’t waste your time, but you knew better than to do that. That’s cruel if you stood him up. He would never stand you up, you think.

Multiple men have used you for many things. Maybe it was for money, looks, or status. No matter what they wanted they used you. It made you upset sure, but what could you possibly do? It wasn’t in your control. If they did that, they were bad people. You had to learn how to detect what someone wants from you and why.

The car pulled up to the frat house. You felt all of your nerves start. Your heart started to pump faster, you stomach started to churn more, your head had started to have a headache, your fingers had a buzzing feeling. Maybe this was wrong. Why did you feel so uncomfortable? Was there something your body was trying to tell you? If you would have taken a guess, it would be to turn back now. Or maybe, you were excited. Excitement was always a new feeling for you, you barley did anything exciting.

You got out of the car, walking up to the house. You heard this house held so many parties. Multiple people, friends of friends have been. Even people who graduated sometimes came to these parties, why, you don’t know honestly. You’ve been to parties but never their parties. Every time they had a party you had a big test coming up, so you’ve never went.

You knocked on the door, waiting for someone. You couldn’t turn back now, not after your hands touched the door. Not after your finger pressed the doorbell, letting someone know you’re here. While you wait, you check your phone to see if he got the message. Delivered. The door opened, revealing a blonde man.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Armin asked. You heard creaking from upstairs.

“Eren asked to go on a date with me.” You answered. Armin’s eyes widened, but his head quickly nodded.

“Come in, his bedroom door is upstairs the last one.” Armin smiled.

“Thank You.” You smiled back as you went inside the house.

The pounding didn’t stop, it only got worse once you made it up the stairs. As you walked to the bedroom, the noise got even louder and louder. That’s until you heard a woman’s voice, chanting his name like it was a prayer. Your stomach started to sink, realizing quickly.

But you had to know, he wouldn’t fuck a woman before going on a date with you. He wasn’t like that. He said he wanted to marry you. Why would he disrespect you on so many levels like that? He knew better. He’s different from the guy’s you were with. He wouldn’t use you, he’s not like that. You opened the door, seeing a woman’s legs wrapped around the boy you were supposed to be going out with.

His head turned to look at you. His eyes widened as your heart sank. At that moment you realized he was just like your exs. He was someone who used women for one thing and one thing only. Something you should’ve seen from the beginning.

You walked the other way, hearing him call your name. You heard the way he apologized to you and try to go on the date. You heard the excuses he made for himself. You saw the way his hands tried to hold you. You saw as his friend looked the other way, not making eye contact with either of you.

Eren watched as you looked at him with purely nothing. It was worse than hatred, it was empty. As he spit out anything he could, he saw how your smile was gone. The way your cute hairstyles was starting to look sad. Your glasses start to droop down to your nose.

He watched as when he tried to say something you snapped. Your loud voice booming echos in the house. A voice he��s never heard from you before, no one has ignited. He heard you say Leave me alone. His heart sunk as you walked away from him, never wanting to speak to him again.

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fushigurro · 6 months

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pairing. — dental hygienist!eren jaeger x gn!reader

word count. — 1.3k

content. — suggestive content (no actual smut but still, mdni), mentions of candy/eating, dentist office setting, mentions of reader having dental anxiety and possible oral fixation, mentions of some questionable dental practice (but nothing bad happens to reader), no actual procedures are done but reader is told they have cavities, i think that's it sorry i'm trying to be thorough because until recently this shit seriously bothered me lmao so i don't want to upset anybody!

notes. — it is upon us!! i know it's like a couple of hours until halloween (at least where i'm at) but i wanted to post this while i was riding the high of finishing this up. this is my entry for @bastardblvd 's house of slimy horrors collab! my prompt was "candy" and i took this as an opportunity to thirst over dental hygienist!eren and lowkey further heal from my dentophobia lol. but i hope you enjoy! (divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

The distinct stench of the dentist’s office seems to fill your nostrils with increasing potency the longer you sit in the waiting room, anticipating the moment when your name will be called and you will be one step closer to being able to just leave. Your nerves are wracked despite the simple reason for your visit (a routine exam and cleaning) because this place never fails to nearly make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It seems fitting that Halloween is only a couple of days away, and you wish you could pop a piece of candy directly into your mouth to give yourself something pleasant to focus on.

Whether it be because of the rather off-putting and…eccentric cohort of licensed(?) dentists or the generally apathetic hygienist that is always hovering over you, your appointments consistently end on a note of complete and utter desperation to just get the hell out of there. You’re already bouncing your knee and anxiously counting down the seconds until it happens. The Halloween decorations, though relatively jovial in nature, don’t particularly make you feel any more at ease. You almost envy the fake skeleton in the corner for its perfect set of teeth.

You’re jostled out of your bored but nervous daze by a rather low utterance of your name coming from the doorway to the back. You stand from your seat and look over to see a familiar face: a young man with dark hair tied back to keep it out of his brilliant green eyes and expressionless—but handsome—features. You recognize him as the same hygienist to have taken care of you last time (was his name Adrian? Aaron?), and although his rather unenthusiastic presence leaves something to be desired, you can’t help but take the slightest bit of comfort in it. If nothing else, you at least remember him being thorough and competent enough for you to not be so on edge.

“Sorry for the wait,” he says as he walks you down the hall and to a room on the left where an empty chair is there waiting for you, and beside it a small table adorned with the various cleaning instruments all laid out in a neat line. You quickly take a seat and let him prepare the x-ray machine and place the heavy protective sheet over you shortly after.

“I’m gonna grab a few x-rays first, alright?” he explains, voice tinted with the slightest bit of friendliness. You get the sense that he’s not the most talkative of beings and that bedside manner isn’t exactly his favorite part of the job, but you at least appreciate the hint of effort you can detect. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s rather enjoyable to look at, either; not to mention the smooth sound of his voice and the way his eyes seem to linger on you for a few seconds too long.

“Bite down on this for me,” he instructs, placing an odd contraption in front of your mouth and waiting for you to open so that he can get on with the x-rays. He’s almost a little intimidating, looming over you and giving quiet orders in your direction, but you can’t deny that there’s something appealing about opening your mouth for him, even if it’s so he can place uncomfortable equipment in it. Maybe it’s the escapist part of your brain trying to forget about the stress of the appointment, but it can’t hurt to have a few indulgent thoughts during the process, can it? Whatever works to get you out of here with your sanity, right? You don’t reckon most people are lucky enough to have such an attractive hygienist, so you might as well appreciate it while you can.

You repeat this process a few more times—opening, closing, opening, closing—until he’s finally done and removing the lead sheet from your torso. Twiddling your thumbs restlessly, you watch as he examines the images on his screen, giving you a few moments to really look him over. You’re less concerned with the results of the x-rays than you are with observing his body—it looks rather toned even beneath the scrubs he’s wearing, and you wonder what sort of things he does in his free time. Going to the gym seems highly likely, but perhaps he’s outdoorsy? Is he a weightlifter, or does he go on hikes? Play sports? Is he good at other physical things—?

Your thoughts are cut short by his voice breaking the silence. “Looks like there’s some decay on a couple of your bottom molars,” he states, walking back over to you and placing a gloved thumb on your chin. “Open for me?”

You obey and lower your jaw, giving him space to lean in and take a peek at your back teeth. He’s much closer now, brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to focus in with his eyes, and there’s a faint but pleasant masculine scent capturing your attention. Maybe it’s a spritz of cologne or his body wash taking over your senses, but whatever it is, it’s certainly more alluring than you’d like for it to be, especially with the way you can practically feel his breath fanning over your skin. It only lasts for a second before he’s pulling away, and you’re warmer than usual.

“Yeah,” he says conclusively, taking a seat on the stool next to you and bringing the mask up over his mouth and nose, which… he probably should’ve done before getting in your face a few moments ago, but you honestly aren’t complaining. He looks and smells clean, and you’re already mourning the loss of the sight of his lips. “I’ll let the doc take a look, but you’ll probably need a little work done.”

“Is it bad?” you ask a bit too quickly from the jitters, his words not exactly what you were hoping to hear today.

Eren shakes his head in response. “No, nothing serious. Just looks like maybe you’ve been laying it a little heavy on the sugar lately.”

You don’t like the sudden feeling of being accused or interrogated, but you suppose that’s simply part of his job. With an ashamed look on your face, you cast your glance to the side. “Yeah. Maybe.” You don’t like to admit it at the dentist’s office, but in recent months you’d developed somewhat of a bad habit of sucking on candies and lollipops on the regular. Your sugar consumption had only increased since the beginning of October, which certainly couldn’t be helping the problem. “I guess I’ve gotten a little too used to munching on all the extra candy lately.” You chuckle to try and lighten the mood. “Maybe I have an oral fixation or something.”

It’s hard to fully read his face beneath the mask, but you see him quirk a brow as he starts to lean your chair back for your cleaning. “Yeah?” he asks, somewhat intrigued.

You’re staring up at him now, watching as those beautiful eyes fixate on your body and then your lips. Sure, it’s his job to make keen observations about your mouth, and maybe it’s just wishful thinking on your behalf, but you can swear the way he stares at you is less than medical in nature. It’s not easy for you to keep from squirming and hide that very same look in your own eyes.

“Mhm,” you reply simply, gaze glued to his face.

Slowly, Eren pulls the mask back down below his chin and leans in closer than necessary, letting you see the way his lips part and how his eyes go half-lidded. He brings his thumb back up to your mouth but slips it inside this time, fascinated with the way you instantly close down around it. “I think we should find another way to keep you occupied,” he says, voice even lower than usual in a way that makes your heart gallop. “Don’t wanna let candy be what ruins your pretty mouth, do you?”

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animeyanderelover · 2 years

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How would Yandere Killua, L, Levi, Eren, Kaneki, Chuuya, Dazai and Edogawa Ranpo react to their darling being kidnapped and nearly killed?

I finished D. Gray-Man!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, aged up characters, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, isolation, manipulation, kidnapping, murder, death

Kidnapped and nearly killed

Killua Zoldyck

🪀Killua's darling has a target on their back considering from which family Killua comes and everyone who holds a grudge against the Zoldyck family would leap at the chance to perform revenge on someone who isn't a professional and highly dangerous assassin. If it wouldn't be for the silver male constantly lurking somewhere near his darling, things would be easier for everyone because he detects harm from miles away and whatever he categorizes as something that will hurt you will be dead by the next day. When it comes to your safety Killua reduces himself to a ruthless killer, though he believes himself to be in the right. He isn't like his family who kills for fun or money, he kills becaus he loves you dearly and wants to protect you. It makes all the difference for him and no one wants this guy coming after their head, believe me when I tell you this!

🪀So as long as Killua is anywhere near you, stalking and protecting you, there is no chance in heaven or hell that anyone would be able to do as much as touch you. An opening is only there when he isn't for once with you which only happens when something really important happens. There isn't much time though and anyone who is aware who your lover is knows that because Killua has learned over time to develop a sixth sense when it comes down to something bad happening. A sudden wave of dread washing over him that churns his stomach up, the uneasiness and stress peeking as this bad feeling takes over and he rushes to your place, praying silently for you to be safe. Instead you are gone, he can't reach you on your phone and it doesn't take long for him to find clues that confirm that you've been kidnapped.

🪀He goes through several stages of emotions. Anxiety, dread, paranoia, fear and a icy rage that fills every cell of his body. Where is his darling?! Are they safe?! Killua tries to rationalize that letting his anxiety get the better of him won't do any good, he has to stay calm and bury his emotions as good as possible so he can think. Time is ticking though as there is this dreadful uncertainty whether or not you're even still alive or if you're being tortured this very minute. Despite this crippling fear, Killua manages to focus quite well since he knows that he will find his s/o again and that the bastards who dared to take you will pay the price. He has experience in collecting hints and hunting down the target. It's just like a murderous hunter going after his prey, a blizzard of hatred and rage storming inside of his heart.

🪀When he finds his darling, all he needs to do is taking in their sweaty and bloody experience before he finally completely switches over with a haunting and hollow look in his eyes. It's just straight out of a nightmare as he slaughters everyone without making even a single noise. Blood is everywhere after he's done and severed limbs lay around but despite it all Killua manages to come out clean, a single splash of red blood on his face the only hint to the small massacre that just happened.

🪀Only after he killed everyone does his anger ebb away and terror and fear takes over as he rushes over to his darling, freaking out even more when he notices their bad condition from up close. With his distrust in people newly awakened, the doctors caring for you after have to be especially careful because one wrong move ends with the fatal loss of one limb if his soulless expression isn't already the stuff from nightmares enough. He never leaves your side once, he doesn't sleep and never drops the threatening aura he emits whenever someone is close, so cold and thick that every breath hurts. You stay only as long as necessary before Killua instantly takes you to him and locks you inside of his house, terrified for your safety. He never held the thought of abducting you very high since he used to be imprisoned himself in his old home but he's incredibly distraught, horrified and paranoid to the point where he starts shedding the one or other tear once he's alone with you. He's convinced now, he can't leave you alone ever again.

L Lawliet

🍰L is very well aware that he risks something when he starts gaining a rapid interest in his s/o and that potential risk only enhances once he starts actively going out of his usual zone to interact with them. At one point stalking them via trackers and cameras he put in every corner of their house isn't enough anymore, he finds himself craving a real human interaction which isn't very common for him. It is a peril yet meeting you in person and talking with you...feels so nice. L experiences something he normally doesn't experience and like a man addicted he finds himself wanting more and more from this feeling, from you. Having to keep his identity a secret from you, indulging in his hobby of stalking you and simultanously protecting you through his stalking become part of his daily schedule, nothing beats meeting you in person though.

🍰It would be difficult to track L and you down once the situation has escalated to the point where he has already abducted you and drags you like this to every single country that needs his assistance. The best shot would be going after s/o if they're still a free person, as free as one can be if their entire house is wired and loaded with cameras. L, as much as he'd love having you all the time by his side, has cases to solve and work to do, moments where he can't watch you for a while. It's sort of ridiculous though, testing a detective who is known to be the best and L, as someone who can't really go on for long without catching a short glimpse of you, notices quickly that something is wrong. You're gone, he can't see you on his screen anymore. No camera is showing you on the footage.

🍰The two dots connect quickly and for maybe just a short moment he is stunned by the fact that someone actually managed to sneak past his security system to the point where he didn't notice instantly. Maybe he is even mildly fascinated if it wouldn't be for the fact that you were just kidnapped which stirs up another unfamiliar emotion inside of him. A feeling of indisposition that makes him physically a bit sick and unpleasant thoughts afflicting his mind. He wants this feeling to go away, wants to have you back safe and sound and so he instantly decides to drop everything else and focus on this current task. There are tons of clues left behind since he is able to get his hands on footage from the entire town and on top of that chances are high that he has a tracker somewhere on you.

🍰This queasy feeling stays throughout the entire ordeal though, even after he has located you and sent the police and reinforcements after you. He even decides to go personally under a fake alias of course, Watari accompanies him. But it is the moment where he catches a glimpse of you being hastily taken into a ambulance and the red and sticky liquid that the true nausea hits him, eyes following the ambulance like a hawk until he lost sight of it. He just stands there frozen for a couple of moments before he finally informs Watari that he wants to see you.

🍰His normal goal is just exposing crimes and passing judgement down on those people, but he's experiencing for the first time the need to manipulate everything a bit more to charge the culprits with more evil than they have already done. His mind is made up from that point on, that he wants to take you with him now because this was too close for his own taste. Things are set into motion after you've reached a stable condition in the hospital. A simple transfer whilst you're still in a condition where you can't put up much of a fight combined with a serum to put you out long enough so everything can play out just like L has wanted it to be. He's already thought of a nice little story to explain your sudden disappearance and has already ordered everything to continue your treatment until you're fully healed. The detective decides to wait for you to wake up after you've arrived, to explain everything to you now. He expects defiance but think about it. Would you be willing to go through the same horror again like you just did? Next time he might not make it in time.

Eren Yeager

👊In Paradise, Eren’s darling is quite untouchable to say the least. The man has his own goddamn cult at this point in time, two rather protective friends who treasure s/o as well and the Titan Shifter himself. Eren is a paranoid man, he has learned that the world isn’t quite what he believes it to be when he was younger and one of the very few pillars he has left now is his darling, a person he clings to dearly. Dangers are everywhere even after Titans are mostly gone and there are only a handful of people he really trust when it comes to you. There are really either two ways someone would want to harm his darling actively. First option would be someone from within the island holding some sort of grudge against Eren or some invader from Marley for whom Eren is the biggest threat to mankind and what better way than to get to him by using you as a bait?

👊There are only that many moments there is a good opening though considering how unwilling Eren is most of the time to leave his darling alone. Most of the time he is glued directly to their side and he is willing to commit homicide against anyone who tries to hurt you. If he isn’t able to be with you because he has to deal with something, he most likely asks Mikasa or Armin to look after you since those are the people he trusts the most. Connor, Sasha, Historia and Jean hold a good amount of his trust as well and the last option, one he discreetly dreads, is asking Floch and the Yeagerists to look out a bit for you. This might seem paranoid in your eyes, but for Eren all of this is necessary to stay sane. When he hears the news though, he suffers a short meltdown and goes into hyperventilation with Mikasa and Armin trying to calm him down.

👊He’s beyond furious as soon as he's calmed down a bit, shaking with rage as fear bubbles up in his stomach as he imagines what you might have to go through in this very moment. Eren can’t waste any time and just storms off like this and anyone who tries to stop him will be yelled at, even if those people would be Mikasa and Armin. Eren is too short-tempered and anxious to wait for any clues, he has to act and find you quickly and his friends and the Yeagerists participate. They all try to stay in contact via signal flares so that everyone knows if someone has found a lead. Whether Eren himself finds your whereabouts or someone else, the moment he knows the direction he is away in his Titan form and at this point he isn’t exactly careful anymore. If it wouldn’t be for Armin or Mikasa who are with him because they know that Eren is currently in a more violent state, he would leave behind a path of fair destruction.

👊He’s already that shortly away from entering a frenzy rage but once he’s arrived at the scene and catches one glance at you, it’s over. Eren completely loses it and lashes out, attacking and crushing everyone he doesn’t recognize as an ally. He’s homicidal, he wants to kill everyone who dared to take you, dared to hurt you and whilst Eren is busily turning people into mush, Mikasa and Armin rush over to escort you away from the bloody scenery unfolding itself right before your eyes.

👊Unfortunately Eren notices this as well and with his mind by now a bit blurry with wanting to gruesomely kill anyone who hurt you and wanting to safe you, he reacts hostile when he sees you being taken away. It’s not like he attacks his friends, he just suddenly moves rapidly over to both of them and snatches you away from them as careful as he can in this form. Only to panic when he finally gets a closer look at your condition, terrified because he doesn’t know what to do and yet also just as frightened of the thought to hand you over. His friends need some time to soothe him enough to start thinking rationally and to bring you to a hospital. As soon as he’s left alone with you, he just bursts out in tears. He actually even starts yelling a bit at you, only because he is on the brink of a emotional breakdown again because he blames himself more than anything for what happened to you. After that experience, Eren seems to glue himself to your side even more than normally and especially whilst you're still healing from the wounds he never leaves you alone.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️Levi...doesn't give off the nicest impression when people meet him at first yet he is insanely protective over his darling. They're the undeniable soft spot this man harbors inside of his heart and that is made obvious with time. Now, Levi is either respected or feared or even both among many since he's someone no one wishes to mess with due to his Ackerman blood. Knowing that he's your partner makes someone think twice whether or not to be rude or do something to harm you because if Levi finds out, and he most definitely will, he will chase the person down and not only force out an apology but also give a warning. It is quite the frightening experience for really just anyone to witness because if looks could murder, Levi would have killed a dozen of people already.

⚔️Despite his protective side, Levi has to leave quite often for missions and since the people he trusts are part of the Survey Corps just like him, you are left alone whenever he has to go on missions or has some business to deal with. A perfect time and the best time because Levi is ruthless himself when it comes to dealing with people who want to harm his s/o. He is a short-tempered man himself and if someone seriously tests their boundaries, he leaves them with broken bones. He's actually a person who doesn't instantly suspect the worst when he comes home and doesn't find you there, as long as there are no hints indicating a fight that is. You have your own life and Levi respects that. Only after some time has passed on and you still aren't back is the moment where he feels that cold shiver going down his spine.

⚔️He asks neighbors about whether they know where you went or not, searches in the places you went today and asks around again. No one has an idea where you are and that is the point where he starts connecting spots and assumes a bad scenario. The cue word for him to head out, armed with his equipment and a queasy feeling in his stomach. He's tried to pinpoint roughly where you were last seen and continue from there. It would have been probably wise from him to ask for some help, the man finds himself in a rush, disturbed with the knowledge that there is a possibility that you were kidnapped. Levi manages to stay for the most part rational and calm though which allows him to discover this one suspicious person that lurks around late at night in the streets, headed for an empty storehouse.

⚔️He follows the man secretly inside and finds you. Tight to a chair, beaten up and wounded. And just like that the silent and suppressed anger he's been keeping under control so far explodes and before the people even get a warning, they get attacked mercilessly by him. Levi actually holds his full furry partially back because otherwise he might end up killing someone. Less out of kindness than his desire to force one of your kidnappers to tell him why exactly they took you before he knocks them out as well. He plans to let the others in on what happened which is why he keeps them alive and ties them up.

⚔️But before that he frees you and instantly rushes to a hospital, scolding you throughout it all for your own inability to walk through the city without getting in trouble. He's in reality quite distraught, the injuries you sustained more severe than he thought and he tries to somehow keep you conscious. After you're in treatment, he informs Hange and Erwin of what happened since he trusts both people the most so they can take care of the pathetic beaten up bunch in the storehouse. He can't catch any sleep at all that night, too wary that possible allies of those gusy will try to take you again, especially if the whole kidnapping thing is connected to followers of the overthrown regime with the fake king. Levi isn't as stubborn as to permanently glue himself to your side like Eren, there is an increased uneasiness to leave you alone for a longer time though, especially since you're still limited due to your injuries. Orders you strictly to take it easy until you're fully recovered and you're chided like a little child when he catches you doing something you shouldn't do in your condition.

Ken Kaneki

🔲Kaneki is one of the most paranoid guys out there, especially since he experienced first-hand how quick things can go the wrong way. It doesn't matter whether you're just a normal person or not, life throws unexpected things at you and the world lets you suffer for something you didn't even do. That's the kind of image Kaneki has from this world by now and he's horrified that his darling will be a victim of this rather ruthless turn of events. Really anything can happen, they could be attacked and killed by a ghoul or be involved in a terrible accident. Kaneki stalks strictly at first, debatting whether or not he should actually take his darling or not. He doesn't really trust himself, fears a terrible rejection and disgust from your side. Why shouldn't you react like this though? He's a monster after all.

🔲Kidnapping could either be just kidnapping or a more interesting scenario behind it. Personally believe that it wouldn't be the doves since they would rather see you as a victim and resolve to protect you. Maybe a ghoul who holds a grudge against Kaneki after he joined the Aogiri Tree? Or just a sadistic ghoul who likes to toy with his victims? Maybe it was even a human. Considering the fact that the kidnapping was successful means that Kaneki wasn't watching you at that time. Words couldn't even comprehend how he felt when he returned later only to find you gone. You weren't home...you were gone. He assumes automatically always the worst, by now he knows your routine pretty well and normally you're always home at this time. So where are you?!

🔲It's a miracle that he doesn't lash out instantly. His chest hurts with a stinging pain and his breath is uneven, somehow he still manages to head out to all the places he knows you usually go on a normal day. There is no sign of you though and the more time passes by, the more this pain inside of his chest intensifies as every breath becomes more difficult to draw in. When he trails the way down you usually take to walk home, he finally spots something that has the blood in his veins running cold. Marks of a fight and your phone, broken on the ground. Silence engulfes his senses for a moment, wrapping it's tormenting arms around him as his mind fills itself with gruesome images. Kaneki becomes more and more undown whilst searching the entire district until a small stroke of luck befalls him.

🔲He smells blood that has his mouth watering shortly before the both you have eye contact. And suddenly his vision turns crimson red and his Kagune pierces the first person. Ghoul or not, Kaneki turns into an absolute madman, ripping apart flesh and bones in a lunatic fashion, his own brain isn't even registering the wounds he sustains in the process. He just keeps on stabbing and stabbing and stabbing until he slowly snaps out of it and realizes that he's standing in the centre of the bloody and bony carnage, a terrified darling staring at him in horror. Something inside of him shatters.

🔲You aren't taken to a hospital like you should, you've seen him and the damage is already done. Instead he brings you to his house despite knowing that he isn’t exactly a medic. As of now Kaneki is unable to trust anyone though, his rational thinking has ceased to function as he can only replay what he just witnessed. Everyone is as of now categorized as a threat, Kaneki winds up trying to take care of you as good as he can. Of course if he would realize that his knowledge isn’t enough and you have suffered too serious injuries, he wouldn’t just let you die. The only option he has left then is going to Anteiku, a normal hospital is out of question since you could tell everyone what you just saw and that would mean you would be taken away from him. That won’t do it for him. Honestly, after this event Kaneki feels almost justified with the fact that he kidnapped his s/o. He was right after all, it’s like the world just wrote in bold words to him that it’s too dangerous for you alone out there. You need him to protect you.

Dazai Osamu

🤎You might not even notice it yourself, but Dazai is quite often around you, more than you’d be comfortable with. What can he say? He adores watching you without you knowing, stalking you is by far his favorite hobby so far. Witnessing you being oblivious to all of it is naively sweet and draws him in even more. Of course stalking alone doesn’t satisfy him enough, he makes his move soon at one point and just worms his way into your life. He aims for your heart and under his sweet and goofy facade hides this terrible man who is willing to get rid off everyone who stays in his way and is willing to emotionally hurt and blackmail you if the end result will be that he has you for himself. Considering his position in the past, he has potential enemies who want revenge. They’re terrified though, they know what a demon Dazai is once he decides to rip his mask off.

🤎If we’re going with the scenario of someone wanting revenge then Dazai’s darling is the perfect target. They’re just a harmless and normal citizen of this town and it’s not like Dazai can constantly smother them and glue himself to their hips. He has a job to do and even if he whines about the fact that he has to leave his love alone, he has made a promise to Odasaku and is still a loyal member of the Agency. It’s easy to kidnap his s/o if they’re left alone since Dazai hasn’t restricted their freedom just yet. He hasn’t been given a reason so far since everything has been going smoothly so far. His happiness is rewarded with your freedom. A bad feeling follows Dazai soon and as soon as he’s back, he’s already trying to call you only to not reach you. Friends and family of yours have no idea where you are either and it’s in that moment that he knows that something bad has happened.

🤎If you still have your phone with you, he might be able to find you quickly since he’s nasty enough to use the tracker app he’s installed to find you. Mainly to know where you are all the time, it would be more than just useful in this situation though. Even if that shouldn’t work, Dazai is still a smart man and can spot small leads and follow them just fine by himself and if worst comes to worst, Ranpo is still there. He doesn’t show it just yet, he’s worried sick though since he suspects if this has to do something with his part in the Port Mafia. If that’s the case, you are in severe danger since such people are never friendly. His anxiety is being accompanied by this truly terrifying and suffocating rage, he almost wants to mock whoever took you away because they just messed up greatly. The place where you’re kept is found a few hours later.

🤎Dazai’s reaction is quite a terrifying one because he acts like a man possessed. Initially he just wants to murder the person who took you, something shatters temporarily inside of him though when he sees the state you’re in. He laughs and cries altogether, a murderous and frenzy look in his eyes and if some members of the Agency aren’t there to stop him, he’ll strangle whoever is responsible for this slowly with a sadistic glee on his face.

🤎The satisfaction is only short-lived though and his darker side fades as soon as he rushes over to you and frees you, stomach churning when he notes all the blood and wounds littering your body. You’re taken to a hospital instantly to be taken care off with Dazai not straying away even once from your side. He’s constantly by your side and as soon as the worst is over and both of you are left alone he tears up again because he is relieved that you’re safe but also feels extremely guilt for what you just went through and also utterly paranoid since he almost lost you. This is the trigger that leads Dazai to the conclusion that you can’t go anywhere alone anymore, he has to be by your side. It starts instantly after you’re out of the hospital that he starts to guilt-trip and manipulate you into letting him go with you and stay with you all the time. He just wants you to be safe, people might still be after you. He’s unbearable and the question remains whether you’ll be able to endure it or not because Dazai is only that far away from locking you away.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠Chuuya has his reasons to be paranoid, not only because of Dazai. He’s an Executive in the Port Mafia and it is just logical to assume that people who want to know informations about the organization or bribe or blackmail him would automatically use you as a bargain to make a deal with him. It often leads to this typical inner conflict of Chuuya where he is torn apart between his wish to live a normal and happy life with you where he doesn’t have to lock you away or giving you a safe life with the price of your freedom. A normal life sounds to good to be true after all he’s been through and maybe that is why he clings to this idea, wants it so desperately to work so you don’t have to know anything and he can keep you from behind the scenes safe. Between his hotheaded nature and possessive and protective traits he tries to make it somehow work.

🟠He’s a red flag by himself already, messing with his darling never ends well and Chuuya takes always quickly care of someone if they pose to be a possible threat because he can’t and won’t risk anything. Albeit he is clingy, protective and possessive, Chuuya has to go on his own missions and has to do his work. A time where he has to leave and always asks his darling to stay safe. You might see it as a little bit too much worries from his sides but you don’t know what he knows. Honestly, he’s just looking forward to spending the rest of his day with you after he’s finished with work but instead he is greeted with his personal and worst nightmare when he finds the house empty, things thrown around and a few drops of red liquid on the ground. Suddenly he hears his rapid heartbeat drumming in his ears and bile climbing it’s way up his throat.

🟠Where is his darling?! Are they hurt?! Which bastard dared to take them?! Anger is quickly overshadowing everything else and makes his blood boil before he races out of the house. He has to act quickly and has to track you down as soon as possible and that leaves him with few options. Somehow he knows that he can’t just storm off with no clue and so he can only think of two options which will help him to find s/o quicker. The first one is to ask Mori for help since as the leader of the Mafia he has various connections and ways to help track someone down. The second and faster one is asking Ranpo from the Agency for help. Both options are not pleasant for Chuuya, he wants neither to know about you yet he has no other choice. To whom he goes depends on how urgent he is, asking the Detective Agency involves sacrificing more of his ego.

🟠He goes alone anyways since reinforcements would only be in his way. He’s already boiling with rage the moment he kicks the door to the place open where you’re kept, but erupts like a volcano the moment he sees you. He just enters a violent frenzy and goes on a small rampage. Bones are broken, inner organs are damaged and the culprits are by the end either dead or already nearly there, beaten to the point where they’re completely deformed.

🟠On the verge of tears when he frees his darling who is shaken up and crying out of shock and fear. Chuuya tries to comfort them somehow, gives them a needy kiss and tells them that everything will be alright. He’s lying and he knows it, there is no way that he can enable you to live a normal life now and that knowledge just breaks a part of him. He gets you the medical treatment you need with help from the Mafia and after it’s certain that you’re in a good condition, he has to do the part he’s been dreading to do. He has to tell you the truth, or at least part of it, of what he is, for whom he works and what life in the future will be from now on. You will from now on not be able to leave the house without him for a while, you will move to a safer place with him, you will give basically your freedom up for a while. Arguing with him in his current condition might result in him shouting at you because he’s sensitive and overwhelmed right now. He’s terrified for you, upset and disappointed in himself, angry and incredibly hurt. Why can’t you understand that this is the only way to keep you safe?!

Edogawa Ranpo

👓Ranpo is one of the less intense Yandere to have, mainly because he is usually more carefree and laidback. He is confident in his skills and he doesn’t suffer from paranoia and insecurities unless he has a bad feeling. He can be quite annoying though because he has a bit of an ego when it comes to his abilities. He sometimes tells his darling that they should be happy that he spends so much time with them and turns people off by nagging about them and pretty much teasing them and making fun of them for everything. It is the problematic part of him his darling has to endure, especially the fact that he expects his s/o to dedicate almost all of their time to him. He likes to have your company and since he has no sense of direction and is pretty helpless when he doesn’t use his deducing skills, he just wants you to be his personal guide.

👓He doesn’t look intimidating most of the time and if one ignores his snarky and rude tongue, people might not even take him for much as long as they don’t know just who exactly he is. Being his s/o comes with certain threats and even if Ranpo doesn’t look like it, he tends to keep an eye on you sometimes because he knows of those risks. You’re an easy target after all if someone wants to settle something with the Agency. You have no special abilities and don’t spend as much time around the people working for the Agency. The perfect target for anyone who is too afraid to deal with the Agency personally. In that case this person has severely underestimated Ranpo’s skills as a detective or thinks that they will be quick enough to go through with their plan. It starts with Ranpo not reaching you on your phone before he already starts putting the puzzle together.

👓Ranpo finds his ego taking the first blow because he’s upset that he didn’t see this coming sooner and at the same time he starts to panic on the inside since he has a good picture of your current situation. Despite his fear he is still one of the calmest and most rational guys, he informs Fukuzawa and the others quickly about the situation and asks for help. He knows that even if he is a great Detective, physically he isn’t the strongest, doesn’t possess medical knowledge and he can’t safe you alone. His patience sometimes cracks a bit throughout the quick preparations where he tells everyone to be a bit faster. Ranpo is completely serious throughout the entire event, all traces of his usual playful side are completely gone and he is determined to safe his darling.

👓The operation proceeds fast the moment his friends and him break into the place where you are kept. Whoever kidnapped you isn’t prepared for the attack though as Ranpo has pretty much figured out who where is and how to quickly reach the room where you are kept. Ranpo stays as calm as he can even after seeing your condition. He tries to soothe you, tells you that you’re safe now and that Yosano will check on you before you’ll be brought to a hospital.

👓He acts unusually serious and comforting throughout the entire event, unfamiliar for you to witness after you’ve only ever seen his playful and teasing side. Ranpo acts like your pillar of comfort, he constantly is by your side and helps you to calm down if you’re still in shock or afraid and stays in the hospital. The first thing you see when you wake up the next day in the hospital is Ranpo who fell asleep on the chair next to you, lightly snoring. He won’t be able to stay the entire time with you, he keeps visiting you daily though and has by now regained his carefree side in an attempt to cheer you up. He even brings you constantly sweets and shares them with you. Despite this, Ranpo has gotten visibly more protective after there was a serious danger that your kidnapper almost killed you. During your stay in the hospital, he asks if someone can keep an eye on you so that no one will try something like this again and even after you’ve been released, he keeps you around even more. Ranpo doesn’t become quite as paranoid and doesn’t kidnap you, he just monopolizes your time a lot more and has gotten more careful.

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