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tetsustation · 1 year

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[ BREAKING THE ICE — PART I ]

pairing :: eren yeager x f!reader

synopsis :: eren’s partner is out on injury, or so you’ve heard from across the ice. it’s a shame, considering the fact that they were an award winning pair. for that reason alone, you’re not entirely sure how to react when you’re recruited as her replacement. eren does, however—and the emotion is anything but positive.

word count :: 3.4k

genre :: modern!au, figure skating!au, kind of e2l, kind of hurt/comfort

warnings :: swearing

notes :: i've been working on this for like two years now on and off so i'm posting the first half—there's more than this but I just want to gauge if this is something you guys are actually interested in. no better time than the present!

Where do you belong? That phrase has never been anything but foolish rhetoric to you, and at its core, easy to answer—no where, because no match is made in heaven, no shoe has ever been crafted for your foot, and your fate is nowhere near predetermined. That being said, the closest place you could rule as such is on the cool, shaved ice.

Although right now, you wish to be anywhere but. Colliding with the sleet in a rather dramatic manner, you watch your useless limbs as you glide backwards—giving into gravity until your figure makes a full stop. Perhaps it’s time to throw in the towel after all, you flop onto your back and let the condensation soak your sweater.

“What do you think you're doing?” The exhaustion drips from his tongue, and yet he refuses to drop.

“Napping,” You remark sarcastically—clearly conscious. From a distance, you can hear the scratch of his skates as he glides over.

When coming to a stop, he makes a point of pivoting his feet to send loose snow directly into your face. Sputtering, you sit up—albeit, struggling slightly due to the lack of grip. He’s staring down at you, gloved hand on his hip, he strangely resembles your mother whenever she scolds you for something utterly ridiculous.

Frankly, you have no interest in speaking first, and he catches onto that fact. He releases a sigh that holds the weight of a day's work, before looking around the empty rink, and back down to you.

“Is this your way of telling me you're giving up?”

You scoff, “The rink closes in forty minutes, Eren.” Gesturing to the red, ten foot clock behind him, masked as a scoreboard, “I think this matter might be beyond us.”

And he rolls his eyes at you, the same way that makes your jaw crick uncomfortably. The green looks dull under the fluorescents, but piercing, nonetheless. Sinking to the floor with a steady knee, he leans into you, and as a result you lean back half-heartedly, “As soon the rink opens tomorrow, we’re trying again.”

You go to speak, retort that overworking yourselves would do no good, but as he skates away, he turns around and consequently halts your hesitant tongue, “No excuses!” With that, he’s gone. Hopping off the ice and into the locker rooms.

Flopping back down, you letting the chill soothe your aching calves, you wonder how persistent he’s going to be. Mentally, you curse Jean for convincing you to do this, but then again—if anyone’s going to push you to do your best it's him (and as reluctant as you are to admit it, so is Eren).

A weak groan slips your lips as you use the energy you have left to curve your spine into an upwards position. In front of you, your legs are spread apart as you stretch—but it only sends the shooting pain back up to your hamstrings. These bruises might not ever go away, but a bath might make them feel better—or so you hope.

Mikasa Ackerman broke her ankle a week and a half ago, two weeks from tomorrow. When you heard the news while tying the laces on your skates, you scoffed, “Poor Eren—there goes their qualifier.” It was a little apathetic, you can admit that much now, yet the world loves to play its cruel hand with you because soon enough your own partner had offered you up as bait in her place.

“—She’s great, really! Adaptable and flexible.” Jean argued, pushing you forward by the shoulders to a miffed Eren, “The two of us aren’t going to make it this year, not with our fiasco of a choreographer—but you two, together? I can see the headlines already, man. Trust me.” A piece of meat up for auction, was the only way you could describe how you felt.

“Jean, quit it.” You turned your head to the side, and whispered through gritted teeth (as if Eren wasn’t right there, and couldn’t clearly hear the words as they left your mouth).

“No. If you win with him it’ll be good coverage for the both of us.” Meanwhile, the man staring you down looked more disinterested by the second, most likely not interested in taking a fresh Senior skater in to replace his partner, two months before qualifiers. Honestly, you weren’t too sure why Jean tried so hard in the first place, it was a matter for your managers and sponsors.

Still, he didn’t let up, “If you win this with her, you and Mikasa can take the win to the finals,” you wondered if he fact-checked that, most likely not. “A couple did it in the ‘80s, if you have a viable reason there's a loophole to switch partners between the competitions, so long as the male partner remains consistent.” He explained, rather adamantly.

Eren nodded, not entirely convinced—yet, he didn’t not turn it down completely. Candidly, you weren’t sure which outcome you preferred. Yes, it would be a great opportunity, but then again, you weren’t entirely sure you could reach the bar set high by the skating enigma of Mikasa Ackerman. Eren’s death glare told you, you couldn’t—but Jean’s shook your shoulders so vigorously your vision got cloudy.

“I’ll think about it,” Is all Eren said, and he did.

The next day, Eren took you on as his partner, for the sole reason that he hates losing, especially after putting so much work into this program. Still, he vaguely insults your talent in comparison to his usual partner, which erupts a fire underneath your skating skirt.

As the days pass, Eren only expects more of you, and you can’t blame him. It’s going well, but not as well as it would’ve gone with Mikasa. His coach notices, and so does the choreographer—still you don’t let up, not that he lets you, anyways.

The connection that Eren and Mikasa have is almost telepathic. In all the times that you’ve watched them practice in your shared rink, not once have you heard them speak to each other on the ice. They communicate through eye contact, the occasional nod of a pointed chin—any verbal communication they do is reserved for behind closed doors.

Suspicion is what it arouses in you, but their scores are near perfect in the eyes of all the judges in the province, so there is no grounds to protrude on their methods. Yet, you never expect to take her place, to be forced to cooperate with the King of angry glances, meant to speak a thousand words.

That’s why this is so difficult for you, or at least, that’s the conclusion you’ve come to. Mikasa has come to watch you practice, made notes on your technique and passed a sheet of crumpled note-paper to you after your daily practice, but not enough to make a dent in the supposedly flawless instruction of his—now your—coach.

It’s difficult, and frankly, you miss the days where people just said what they meant. Jean was never like this, you can’t help but think. However, this isn’t Jean, and in a way you're happy it isn’t. An irritating challenge is a challenge nonetheless, and you’ll be damned if Eren Yeager blames his lost ticket to finals on you.

Especially after the number of bruises you’ve acquired, from all the times he’s dropped you.

Deep down, you believe there is a reason why Jean put you up for this program (aside from Mikasa’s obvious injury). Despite Eren’s reserved nature of fending for himself in the rink, the set was for the most part, separated. A collection moves that we're paralleled, adjacent to one another, instead of moves that lie in the hands of both.

That is, except for three instances within the seven minutes in which the classical hymn plays. These are virtually unavoidable. While you can perfect your own moves alone, and mirror Eren’s stature down to a ‘T,’ there’s only so much you can do for yourself when he’s lifting you up with a single hand, palm nearly shaking against his own.

It’s not that you don’t trust Eren—although, it's kind of a stretch to say that you do—the problem at hand is that he doesn’t trust you, because you're not Mikasa and you can’t hold your own against the stiffness of his locked elbows. Or at least, you’ve explained that much to Jean and Sasha on the benches outside of the rink, while adjusting your shoes with vigor.

“It’s gonna be a process to adjust to each other.” Your former partner reasons, stretching out the blades of his shoulders, “The jumps are going to take a while, I don’t suggest pushing it—or you’ll seriously get hurt.”

His vague allude to Mikasa doesn’t slip your mind, but you give Eren the benefit of the doubt, there’s no way he actually would wish malice upon his partner of over a decade. You, however, are unfamiliar to him, he’s not used to your agility, and you're not used to his rigidity. There’s a frozen sea separating your techniques, but Jean is right, adjustment is everything.

“You should talk to him,” Sasha suggests, standing against the glass and watching Niccolo practice his triple axel for the umph time, “If he’s too stiff, of course you’re going to fall.” A hiss slips from her lips as the blonde in the rink misses his landing, wiping out not-so-gracefully.

A yank of the wrist and the sound of strained laces is music to your ears, “I feel like everything I tell him goes in one ear and out the other.” You adjust, “He’s convinced his way is the only way, he’ll listen to me but the second it seems unnatural to him he shifts back to what he’s used to.”

Standing up, you grunt, “When is he going to learn I’m not Mikasa?” It’s a bitter fallacy on your lips, but aggressive nonetheless. It could even pass as a growl, if you listen closely. However, when you hear the door open and close, and watch Eren walk past the bench you're standing in front of with a stoic expression—you hope it’s meek and unintelligible through the glass doors.

Behind him is Eren’s coach—your coach—you stand a little straighter. Levi Ackerman is small, and not very menacing from afar, but he has the bite of a bark and the skills of a lion. In your core, you fear him, but out of respect more than anything else. The coach you and Jean shared was much nicer, but then again, you and him weren’t up for finals, now were you?

“Stretch out, and on the ice in twenty.” He snaps a pointer finger to the rink where Niccolo is currently stepping out defeatedly, “We’re doing the lifts again today.”

The bruise on your hip from yesterday aches at the mention, but alas, your work is cut out for you. Jeans sends a half hearted condolence your way, already marking up how much ice you’ll need for your bath tonight to soothe the pain. Stepping onto the ice is anything but unfamiliar, but today it feels distant—somehow, the momentary skate to Eren feels grueling as he waits for you with crossed arms.

“Play the track!” Levi yells elsewhere, where someone is waiting from the booth above the rink, “I want to see how much ground you covered without me.”

The melody is crisp, and echoes through the rink with a boom. Sometimes you can’t help but like a bat in a cave, this climate isn’t welcoming to the typical person—but you’ve become adept at it after so many years that you can navigate it like the back of your hand. The ice is where you live and breathe, fly to the best of your capability against the push of gravity. It’s freedom, but at what cost?

Eren nods you off, to which you follow him in a series of turns, he glides and you mimic, the two of you look as if you're attached by an invisible string that strains each time the direction of your skates change. The ice comes up in flakes of snow, and they sting your nasal cavity as you take a deep breath in, readying yourself for the upcoming lift.

Levi is standing against the rink, his skates perpendicular to sustain balance, and his arms crossed in premeditated judgment. You’re painfully aware of the fact that he doesn’t expect much from either of you, the condescension of your ‘adjustment phase’ still at the forefront of your mind. Still, he’s there to guide you, you keep going.

“Start crouching! Give him room for the lift!”

A good eye is what Levi has, he can tell you’re milliseconds out of sync, and that's all it takes to send you belly up to the unforgiving ice. Crouching, you make a straight line to Eren—his eyes don’t give you the confidence you need to latch onto his palms and lift yourself, but it’s too late to stop.

Grasping his palm flat in yours, fingers outstretched and face one another, your grip and jump—to which Eren lifts you over his shoulder. The only thing holding you up is the grip on his hand, and he’s barely paying any attention to it, already attempting to move away from the spot in which you hopped from.

It becomes increasingly difficult to keep your legs still, as he moves quickly across the ice—you can feel your forearms shake slightly, and that's all it takes to come tumbling down.

Eren barely has enough time to recapture your hand, before you slip behind him and onto the ice with what might as well be a splat. The blades of your skates clang, and you can feel a multitude of eyes stare down your splayed figure. Only taking a moment to take back your stolen breath, you sit up and brush off.

Never is Eren entirely apathetic, as he skates over and leans down to your eye level, where you're just barely holding yourself up by the frozen heel of your hands, “Are you alright?” His eyes flick downward, falling on your hip, “Same spot as yesterday,” he looks up again, “Does it hurt?”

No shit, you think, ‘Course it hurts.

The nature of his question is polite, but you can tell by the way his hand is twitching that it wasn’t an invitation to rest—instead, he’s eager for you to get back up, refusing to be stopped by something as measly as a fall. Nodding, you grab his hand and hoist yourself back up.

“My bad,” Is all you shout to the room.

“Good.” Levi affirms, “Let’s keep moving.”

The empathy that Eren shows you the first couple of times you fall dissipates as the day goes on. With each flop on ice, he becomes more irritated—clearly frustrated with evident roadblock you’ve seem to have placed in his otherwise ‘perfect program.’ When stepping off the rink, he doesn’t give you a goodbye.

It’s grueling on you, honestly it is. To come in everyday and take his attitude along with Levi’s insistence on perfection. Perfection goes both ways, you believe, and Eren is hardly upholding his end of that promise. The only comfort you find on the rink is Levi, though he can only do so much for you, and you’re not sure if his mild surges of pity are endearing or degrading.

Frankly, you can’t remember the last time you had this many bruises, up down the sides of your legs and alone the cranes of your pelvic bone. The locker room is the last place you want to be, although for the first time in a while you find yourself smiling upon entering,

“Long time no see.”

Jean is propped against the lockers, Niccolo is next to him motioning about this and that while holding up a blunt skate. “You’re one to talk!”

You watch him stand up straight, striding towards you, but is cut off by Sasha who is closer by just a couple feet—having been seated on the bench untying skates of her own. She’s quick to come hug you, nearly knocking you off your feet, but it’s the last tumble you're worried about taking today and quickly reciprocate her affections.

Once your autonomy was returned to you, you walked over the bench and threw a leg over the other end so that you were straddled—a stretch that always made you feel comfortable enough to sit for long periods of time. It all felt too familiar—the red plastic beneath you, and the friendship you seem to have neglected over the past couple of weeks—while training with Eren, he became your life, and the rest faded to fuzz and scratched ice.

They smiled down at you like you were the face of the hour, an enigma, it wasn’t praise but from the people who established you at this rink—you couldn't help but feel some sense of gratitude as they spared you their silent approval.

“So,” Jean started, “How is training with Yeager?”

The smile you wore dissipated to crumbs of false pride when you recalled just how awful you truly felt—how demeaned you felt beside Eren who stood tall despite his own shortcomings. And you hated how noticeable it all was, how your momentary joy fleeted and the exhaustion in your shoulders hit you like the initial fall, your shoulders slouching as you looked anywhere other than directly into their eyes.

“Awful,” was all you said, “It’s awful.”

Ever distasteful towards the awkwardness of competition Niccolo cleared the air with a clap, “That’s Yeager for you, he’s a real stiff one.”

“You're telling me, he’s got a real stick up his ass. Just—shoup—right up there.” To which Jean had accompanied with a rather lewd hand gesture.

This was news to you—yes, you had heard tales of Eren being a diva to some extent, but he was practically a god amongst others at this rink and in all the competition magazines. Him and Mikasa owned the region’s senior competition stats, it was impossible that sleazy locker room talk was enough to dethrone him of that.

Sasha, always blunt in her sentiments, places a hand on your own, “He’s nothing but a name without Mikasa, don’t take it to heart—do your best.”

Jean picks it up, “We recommended you for a reason, you’re the best of us without all the unnecessary press.”

“Plus you challenge Yeager,” Niccolo chimes, “No one challenge’s Yeager.”

“No one challenges him because he’s a fucking prick,” Jean couldn’t seem to help but blurt.

His eyes swell like saucers when the locker room door hits the opposite wall with a slam, and none other than the subject-of-conversation himself briskly walks past you and Sasha, only to open his own locker with another slam. The room falls painfully silent, and Jean opens his mouth to speak only to subsequently close it—as rectifying the situation is really beyond him at this point.

Eren manhandles his duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder. When he closes the locker he looks around the room, scanning for the eye contact that no one will make with him. He huffs, and mumbles something that vaguely resembles a bitter affirmation that you were indeed discussing him. Knowing the walls and the echo of the place better than anyone, it was unlikely he missed the comment that brought the conversation to a halt. He stormed out in the same fashion in which he came, and you were all left to your devices.

Niccolo kicked Jean for his ignorance, to which he took with nothing more than a grimace. Sasha turned to you again, the color had faded from your face, and she didn’t quite have the words to console you, so she only said, “At least it wasn’t you.”

Though, it might have well been. Jean was your partner before you were Eren’s, just like he was bonded to Mikasa in such an all consuming way, something similar could be said about you and Jean. Thus, his sentiments were yours and vice versa.

Yes, you missed your friends dearly, and for a moment it did feel nice to joke with them. Although, you knew that the consequences of such were only going to make practice that much more difficult for you tomorrow. Grabbing your belongings half heartedly, you said your salutations. The smile that sat on your face didn’t quite come back for the rest of the night.

[ TO BE CONTINUED ]

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madewithspice · 1 year

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AOT Royals And Their Ball Outfits

Male edition:

The King - Erwin Smith

The Prince - Armin Arlert

The King’s Guard - Levi Ackerman

The Prince’s Guard - Eren Yeager

The King’s Advisor - Jean Kirstein

The Court Jester - Connie Springer

The Palace Cook - Niccolo

The Palace Gardener - Reiner Braun

The Hunter - Porco Galliard

- Kiki.

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daysiwrld · 2 months

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꩜1: welcome to paradise

You look up at the sky, it is Wednesday, the first day of school. "I'm early." You mutter to yourself as you check the time on your phone. It was almost eight in the morning, your first class wasn't until 9:45.

You lived off campus, roughly ten minutes away. You woke up early that day but went to sleep late the previous night. It was the beginning of a new semester, at your new college, and you were filled with dread. With each step you took the weight on your chest got heavier.

I hate this feeling

Although you wished to sleep a little longer, you couldn't, your anxiety did not permit it. So you decided to go to school. You planned to get some coffee and then sit in the library until it was time to head to class.

Paradis University wasn't the smallest campus, but in comparison to your previous university, it was. The campus was clean and modern, not many students were there, but you imagined they would flood in within the hour. You stopped by the school's coffee shop, grabbing a hot coffee before heading to the library.

"Have a nice day!" You hear the girl yell as you walk out the door. You wave back with a smile.

Sighing, you walk towards the tall building known as the library. You took in the scenery as you walked. Although there was no sun shining, you noticed that the walkways were all shaded by trees with long branches. Right in the middle of the campus was a huge tree that provided a large area of shade, and a picnic table within it.

Your surroundings were soothing, the worry you felt earlier had diminished a bit, and you felt more hopeful about the school year.

Walking into the library, you silently greet the librarian, and make your way to a secluded area near a window. The library is four stories, but you stayed on the first floor since it wasn't busy.

You dig through your bag taking out earbuds and the book you'd been reading. You check the time. Damn, only 8:30. As you take a sip of your coffee, you notice a figure standing in the corner of your eye.

Your eyes meet with those of a girl your age. She's pretty and thin, with big brown eyes, and long hair that's tied up in a ponytail. You take in her appearance, her outfit was cute and simple, flare jeans, converse, and a fitted graphic tee that enhanced her figure just perfectly.

"Y/n?" the girl questions, you furrow your eyebrows. Do we know each other?

"Yes?" you respond quietly, racking your mind for any memory of her.

"It's me, Sasha...do you remember me?" She asks as she approaches the table.

Sasha...Sasha? oh, Sasha!

"Yes!" you blurt out, startling the girl. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, it just clicked in my brain, and well..." You explain meekly taking out your earbuds.

"It's okay, I'm sorry if I approached you weirdly, I was just walking by and you caught my eye. You just looked so familiar, I was trying to figure out who you were before I realized, sorry." She replies equally embarrassed. You shake your head with a smile, "it's okay."

"But girl, it's been like what, five years? How have you been?" The brunette asks with a smile.

You met Sasha when you were ten, she transferred to your school in 5th grade. You both were instantly glued to each other, becoming the very best of friends. The summer before you turned 15, you moved away suddenly leaving her behind. Due to certain circumstances, you weren't able to say goodbye properly, leaving Sasha confused, sad, and alone.

You felt your chest tighten at the memory, oh how terrible you felt now.

Ignoring your heavy feelings you give her a weak smile, "I've been...better, but I'm okay."

She nods her head, silence falls upon you both, the feelings you were trying to ignore must have resurfaced for her as well. The abandonment weighed heavy on Sasha's heart.

You sit in silence a few moments longer before she speaks up, "I've missed you, I would think of you ever so often." You nod your head, looking down at the table. You wanted to apologize and explain why you left, but you couldn't bring yourself to, it was too hard for you to talk about. You take a deep breath trying to find the right words to say.

You hear sniffing from across you, you look up to see Sasha with glazed eyes. "I'm really happy to see you again." She smiles. You take in a deep breath looking up towards the ceiling.

"Girl wipe those fucking tears before I start crying." You state, causing her to laugh. You look at her with a smile on your face. "I'm sorry, I get emotional when others do," you state, letting out a laugh and wiping your eyes on your sleeve. She nods her head understandingly. "I hope this isn't weird, but can I hug you? It's okay if you don't-"

Quickly, you get up, stepping out from the table going to her side, hugging her tightly as she sits. Sasha instantly melts in your embrace, getting up to wrap her arms around you. You both stand like that for a few minutes before you both realize how weird you probably look to others. You pull away from Sasha.

"No homo tho..." you state, causing Sasha to laugh.

"Still the same as before, can't have an emotional moment with you ever." Sasha playfully rolls her eyes as the two of you sit back down. "You know me." You reply with a smile.

"On a serious note, I do want to explain what happened, just give me some time, it's not easy for me to talk about. Just know that it wasn't my intention to up and leave. I promise." you assert looking directly into Sasha's eyes.

"I imagined that was the case, I would think 'y/n wouldn't do this to me willingly, something must have happened' and well now I know that's the truth. tell me at your pace, no pressure, just don't leave again, at least without a proper goodbye." she sends a smile.

"Girl, I'll try." You state seriously before laughing. She deadpans, "bitch-"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, of course, I'll never do that to you again." You wave your arms to emphasize. She squints her eyes, "You better not..."

"Anyways, do you have class soon? What time if so?" You ask Sasha, putting your book and earbuds back in your bag. "My first class is at 9:45, it's an art survey class, what about you?" She responds. "Same, what's your professor's name?" you ask. She grabs her phone checking her schedule, "Professor Smith in white hall, room 305."

"Cool, we have the same class," you reply, looking at the schedule on your phone. "We still have roughly an hour til class, you wanna go walk around or something? I was just going to sit here and read." You look up at Sasha. She nods her head grabbing her bag, "Yeah, this is your first year here huh? You want me to give you a tour?" You nod your head grabbing your bag, "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Yeah his name is Jean, I think you'll like him," Sasha exclaims as the two of you walk.

She showed you where most of your classes are, the dorms where she stays, and the best hangout spots, but for the most part, you both just talked, catching each other up. You were sure to tell her only about the good things, she was happy and you didn't want to ruin it.

"Really? Well, I can't wait to meet him and all the others." You respond to Sasha as the two of you walk to your first class. The tour wasn't long since everything was nearby. You arrived about 15 minutes early. "Looks like we can get seats in the back since we're early" Sasha points to the back of the lecture room, there were only five other students already there.

The two of you walk to the back left corner of the room near the big windows. "Who'd you say was in this class as well?" You ask as you sit next to her. "Jean and Connie, let me text them and see where they're at." She unlocks her phone, sending them a text. you nod your head turning towards the front. More students began filing in, and you observed them quietly; taking in appearances, and making generalizations about them. It was like a game.

You watch a guy with a buzz cut walk in, he daps up some friends and begins conversing loudly with them, disturbing surrounding students. Too much energy...

You shift your eyes forward when you see another man walk in. He stood very tall and handsome, with light brown hair, his style was simple and comfy, plain black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and some bunny slippers. Bunny slippers?

He stands at the front scanning the room, his eyes land in your direction. "That's Jean," Sasha whispers to you as you stare at the giant walking towards you. "I fuck with his bunny slippers," you reply, causing her to laugh.

"Hey, what are you laughing about?" Jean questions, furrowing his eyebrows a little. "nothing," she waves him off trying to conceal her laughter.

Sasha sat next to the window causing Jean to sit next to you, sandwiching you between them.

Sasha returns to her phone after feeling it vibrate leaving you with Jean.

"So you must be y/n?" He states studying the side of your face intently. You turn to him, "Yeah, I'm Sasha's childhood friend." You didn't mean to sound plain, but talking to men you didn't know made you awkward. He nods his head, "I've heard about you from her, I'm shocked though, she didn't mention that you were attending our university now." his lips curl up into a smile.

"Nor did she mention how pretty you are." He smoothly states, causing you to smile and look away.

"She just happened to run into me today, she didn't know either," you respond still looking away, you couldn't help feeling embarrassed. "C'mon, look at me when you're talking, I can barely hear you." Jean presses, trying to get more of a reaction.

"Hey guys," Buzzcut greets. You wave at him with a small smile ignoring Jean completely.

"Hey Connie," Sasha looks up to acknowledge him before returning to her phone. She texts rapidly as her face becomes more and more serious. I wonder who has her worked up like that...

"Y/n, right?" you turn your head back towards Connie. "Yeah, that's me," you respond, nodding your head. "Nice to meet you, I'm Connie, as you probably gathered." He flashes a smile, pointing at the girl sitting next to you. "Nice to meet you too," you return the smile.

Connie takes his place next to Jean and the two begin conversing about whatever men talk about, you tune them out, looking at the very front again. You notice a tall, serious-looking, blonde man at the podium. must be Dr. Smith.

You check your phone and notice you have five minutes left before class begins, "Sasha, what's your schedule for the rest of the day?"

Locking her phone, she places it facedown on the table turning her attention to you. "I have a break after this, my next class is at twelve-fifteen, and then I have three back-to-back classes until 4:30. Why, what's up?" You shake your head, "just wondering, my next class isn't till twelve-fifteen too, I didn't eat breakfast today, do you want to get food with me after this?"

Sasha gets a big smile on her face, "girl duh, I love food!" she exclaims with a laugh. You smile rolling your eyes jokingly, before you can respond Dr. Smith calls attention to the front.

"Good morning to you all, I am Professor Erwin Smith, and this is Art History 110, if that's not on your schedule, you are not in the right class." The blonde states looking around. A few students embarrassingly grab their things exiting the class quietly.

"I guess the rest of you are meant to be here." He states grabbing a big stack of papers from the desk behind him, he hands small stacks to a couple of kids sitting in the front, directing them to pass them back after getting one.

"Today is a simple day, we are just going over the syllabus and expectations for this class, we shouldn't be here for more than twenty minutes. So please, do not ask questions because I don't want to be here for longer than twenty minutes." scattered laughs are heard throughout the room.

He began spewing about the details on the syllabus, you tried to keep up, but you found it hard to concentrate. Your lack of proper sleep was catching up to you and you hated how bright it was in the room.

"Hey are you okay?" you hear from beside you, you turn to Jean and nod your head, giving him a small smile. "Yeah, I just didn't sleep much last night and it's catching up to me," you reply quietly.

Jean's mouth forms an 'o', "do you have a class after this or break?" he questions, you shake your head, "my next class isn't until 12:15, I'm going to get some food with Sasha since I didn't eat breakfast as well."

"Didn't sleep or eat? What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?" he questions half-jokingly. You quietly let out a laugh. Although you just met him, you like Jean, he is a lot easier to talk to for some reason, something that didn't come easy to you with new people let alone men.

"Try getting some rest though, after getting food, maybe take a nap in the library," he suggests. you nod your head, "yeah, I might do that." he stares at you a little longer before turning to focus on Dr. Smith.

Twenty minutes flew by, and Dr. Smith dismissed class promptly. "Remember to do your introduction discussion board before Monday comes! it's easy points and lets your classmates and I know more about you." He lastly says as students leave.

After grabbing your bag you patiently wait for Sasha, who hasn't even begun packing due to being distracted on her phone. Damn, I hope she tells me about whatever is going on later.

"Hey."

You turn to see Jean, "Hey, I thought you left with Connie." He shakes his head, "Nah, he has another class in fifteen minutes, my next class isn't until 12:15. I wanted to see if I could join the two of you?" He asks with a hopeful tone. You nod your head, "for sure, I would like that, I'm sure Sasha doesn't mind."

"What don't I mind?" you hear the brunette question, standing beside you. "Jean wants to join us to get food, is that okay?" you ask her. She puts a finger on her chin pretending to think hard about the question. "Hm, I don't know..." She squints her eyes at Jean causing him to roll his eyes. "Sasha shut up and let's go." He begins walking towards the front. She giggles at his reaction, the two of you following behind him.

"Y/n?" you look up to Jean, waiting for him to continue. Sasha went back to being immersed in her phone, she walked behind as you and Jean walked side by side.

"What are your plans for this Friday?" He looks at you waiting for a response. "I work a morning shift Friday since we don't have school, but nothing after why?"

"Well, there's a party happening that night, and I wanted to see if you like to come. Sasha and all of our friends are going to be there. Are you up for it?" He questions hopefully. You think about it for a second. You aren't a big fan of parties, but you know it would be good for you, you didn't know anyone other than Sasha and Jean, so it wouldn't hurt to socialize.

"Yeah, I'm down," you reply, although deep down, you were reluctant.

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hello! ꨄ︎ first chapter is posted! what are your thoughts? did you like it?

sorry if this chapter is boring to you, i promise it'll pick up next chapter! this chapter is important mainly for y/n and sasha's reunion.

please like! and share if you can, i'd appreciate it greatly. ꨄ︎

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kittenfangirl20 · 1 year

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How I think some of my favorite AOT couples deal with cooking.

Niccosasha: Niccolo does all of the cooking which makes Sasha happy because she loves the gourmet meals he makes because of the culinary training he got before he had to join the army of Marley.

Aruani: Annie does all the cooking and to the surprise of everyone she is a pretty good chef because she had to learn how to cook at a young age to feed herself and her father.

Erehisu: both cook in the kitchen together and are both really good at cooking because Eren learned how to cook from his mom and Historia learned how to cook from Frieda.

Jeanpiku: both can make basic stuff like sandwiches, eggs and bacon, some soups that don’t take too much effort, but anything beyond that is too much work for them.

Rivamika: neither one of them can even boil water, in fact both of them are banned from even stepping foot into a kitchen because whenever they do it ends up looking like a war zone.

Onyahan: both love experiment in the kitchen, results will vary, with this pair you will either get an exciting new dish that is unlike anything else you ever tried or you will get a culinary disaster, there is no in between.

Reibert: usually ends up ordering something that sounds good from a delivery service that is a lot like their universe’s version of Uber Eats/Door Dash.

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ughlantsov · 1 year

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“her name was sasha braus. she’s the girl you stole from me.” i’m literally sobbing so hard right now what the fuck 😭

#sasha braus #niccolo aot #aot #aot season 4

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x-senon · 4 months

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If they were alive [n]

Sasha is very lucky!

#niccosasha #sasha blouse #sasha braus #aot fanart #aot #attack on titan #aot fluff #niccolo aot

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yellowgreendinno · 7 months

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I bet Niccolo tried Hange's cooking. This is probably how it went.

*cute slurping Niccolo noises*

"Wow this is really good! 👏 How'chu made it?🤨"

"Well, I- *explains how they made it*😃"

"😶... wait... you- yOU DID WHAT NOW?! SIN.

"Niccolo-

"YOU'RE GOING TO HELL HANGE"

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #niccolo aot #sasha x niccolo #hange zoe #hanji zoe #hange aot #hanji aot

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cealummmm · 1 year

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★ AOT men fav songs (s4) ★

This is just my opinion !!

✧ Eren ; Burning Pile - Mother Mother ✧ Armin ; Dont Know How - Ricky Montgomery

✧ Zeke ; Hayloft II - Mother Mother

✧ Reiner ; Michelle - Sir Chloe ✧ Floch ; Animal - Sir chloe

✧ Jean ; Alien Blues - Vundabar ✧ Connie ; I Can't Handle Change - Roar ✧ Colt ; Fine - Lemon Demon ✧ Falco ; Blow my Brains Out - Tikkle me ✧ Niccolo ; Sex with a ghost - Teddy Hyde ✧ Onyankopon ; I love you like an alcoholic - the taxpayers

if you would like to request some kind of head-canons feel free to do it (and if you would like to see someone that's not included here, request aswell) <3

none of the songs mentioned earlier are mine , they all belong to the artists that made them !

the characters does not belong to me aswell

#headcanon #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #eren jeager #armin arlert #zeke jaeger #reiner braun #floch forster #jean kirstein #connie springer #colt grice #falco grice #niccolo aot #onyankopon #aot season 4

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dreamyeuphoricll · 11 months

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Niccolo and Sasha🥺💔❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

This is one of the reasons I hate Gabi..

(credit to @byallmeans on Instagram)

#snk #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #sasha braus #sasha x niccolo #niccosasha #niccolo aot

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inotaro · 1 year

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some niccolo appreciation is fucking needed, he’s adorbs, can cook AND 6ft 2???? FERAL

#taro talks🎀 ‧₊˚ ⋅*#i wants him now #i see not a single flaw #i’ll bend over and he can use me as a stove #i says what i says #u see the way he tried to beat up gabi? i need that #niccolo aot #attack on titan

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madewithspice · 1 year

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AOT Characters In A Royal AU

THE KING - Erwin Smith

At first, I didn’t really want Erwin as the King just because I thought maybe another character would be better but he just fits too well in the role. He has the aura of someone who belongs in power. The type of man who can command silence in a crowded room with one single look. King Erwin would be a very fair and just ruler but would 100% stick to the laws, no matter who the defendant is.

THE CROWN PRINCE - Armin Arlert

Do I even need to explain this one? Armin is another Erwin Smith but with some tweaks here and there. These two as a father son duo would be great to see. Armin would love to watch and follow in the king’s footsteps and be a ruler of equal worth as Erwin. The people love him even more so because he’s more considerate than Erwin.

THE PRINCESS - Historia Reiss

Who better to wrap up the blond royal family than the actual aot queen herself, historia. She’s definitely the nation’s beloved princess who can do no wrong and is always super sweet to everyone. I can imagine her having garden tea parties with her handmaidens and going on walks in the meadows.

THE KING’S GUARD - Levi Ackerman

Come on guys, it’s perfect and who the hell wouldn’t want this man protecting them 24/7. Levi takes his job very, very seriously and will not talk about meaningless things whilst on watch. He personally trains all the guards that are in the castle and he is known to be ruthless on anyone who slacks off. But he does keep everyone safe so give the dude some credit.

THE PRINCE’S GUARD - Eren Yeager

They were friends from a young age and Eren was the worst influence on Armin ever but they both had a great bond so his blond bestie pulled some strings and got him training from Levi. Levi did not approve but ultimately will not disobey the Prince so here they are. Eren will always take the chance to pull pranks and annoy Levi whilst he’s busy working.

THE COOK - Niccolo

If I was in this au I wouldn’t eat anything made by anyone but Nicco. I don’t trust the rest but this guy can make me the nastiest looking food but I’ll eat it because I know it’ll hit. He’s that cook who starts screaming the minute anybody (other than Sasha) comes into the kitchen. He also is suspicious of everyone and thinks everyone is out to steal his food.

THE COOK’S HELPER - Sasha Braus

Every chef needs a sous chef and who better than the glutton herself. Obviously she will be helping to prep it all but she’ll also be pinching food as well but love makes people blind especially the chef ;) Her and the chef often have their own little side story going on while the rest of the castle has theirs.

- Kiki.

#attack on titan #aot headcanons #aot hcs #erwin smith #armin alert #jean kirstein #eren yeager #levi ackerman #historia reiss #sasha braus #niccolo aot #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #erwin headcanons #levi headcanons #sasha braus headcanons #sasha x niccolo #aot royal au #sfw blog

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daysiwrld · 1 year

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4 :: thinking about you

hi, hope you enjoy, please vote and comment! so sry for being gone ):

eren's p.o.v

shit

eren rubs his face harshly as the conversation the two of you just had replayed in his mind.

"i never do anything fucking right," he mutters to himself. he sits down on his bed, slouching as he thinks about you and the talk he had with mikasa and armin. he's screwed. mikasa and armin aren't going to talk to him until you accept his apology.

no.

"they never said she had to accept my apology, my only commitment was to apologize, and i did." eren whispers to no one. he knows that they'll still be upset with him, but since he did his part, they'll have to conform.

sighing eren gets up and quietly exits, making his way down to the living room where everyone was mostly gathered.

looks like she's still upstairs with jean

eren can't help, but roll his eyes at the thought, which shocks him. why is he annoyed at the fact that you're alone with jean?

he shakes his head slightly, dismissing the thought. he assures himself it's because he doesn't like you and doesn't want you around jean.

yeah...yeah, that's why

"hey."

eren turns his head to see his blonde and black-haired friends walk toward him. their facial expressions are just as serious as before.

"did you do what we told you to do?"

eren nods his head awkwardly causing armin to narrow his eyes at him.

"let's speak on the back patio." armin states quickly, turning around towards the back door. armin has already taken a few steps away before eren could even react and rebuke him.

"let's go." mikasa states sharply, following armin, and causing eren to sigh loudly. he begins to drag his feet against the floor, following the duo, his heart pounding hard against his chest. he's dreading the hell out of this conversation.

"so tell us what happened." armin directs once the three of them are outside and away from anyone that could potentially hear.

eren plays with the flyaways that frame his face as his anxiety begins to skyrocket. although armin is a sweet guy and eren's best friend, he's terrifying when he's mad and serious.

eren swallows the lump in his throat.

"well, i went into our room and she was in there with jean, i asked to speak privately, and once jean left i noticed she was packing her stuff. she told me she was switching rooms with connie. after that, i apologized and told her i'll leave her alone and pretend she doesn't exist as long as she does the same."

mikasa and armin nod their heads slowly. "she didn't say anything else?" mikasa questions, raising an eyebrow slightly.

eren scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, dreading their reaction to what he's about to tell them.

"she didn't accept my apology...she did agree to act like we don't exist to each other and then, she left." he breathes out. he looks back and forth between his two friends waiting on their response.

armin sighs. "what did–well, how did you apologize to her?"

eren contemplates, he's afraid to answer. he did as he was told, but he knows he didn't do it correctly. he looks down at his hands, noticing how shaky they are.

"well?" mikasa persists.

eren looks up towards his best friends, "i told her i'm sorry for how i acted in the morning, and that from now on i'll leave her alone and won't mistreat her again."

armin and mikasa share a look before looking back at their friend. "so she didn't accept your apology simply because...she didn't want to?" armin asks, furrowing his eyebrows. although you do not owe eren forgiveness, armin thought that you would accept it considering how kind you are.

"well, i kind of...gave her some attitude as i did, i also might have told her that i was only apologizing because you guys told me to..." eren finishes sheepishly. he's looking down again, fidgeting with his fingers as he waits for their response.

"that explains why she didn't accept it." armin huffs, mikasa agreeing.

"eren, why can't you do things right? why do you make everything so difficult? i know you don't like her, but how can you be so cruel? do you genuinely not feel bad for what you said to her?" mikasa questions. apart from hating to see you hurt by eren, mikasa feels defeated because of eren's behavior.

she, along with armin, know that eren is a kind-hearted guy. growing up mikasa and armin were both targets of bullying from their peers. armin was small and kind, a doormat, he was easy to beat down on. mikasa on the other hand was taller and lacked femininity, it made her an easy target for verbal bullying. eren was the first to stand up for them, even though it meant he'd get beat up due to his lack of strength, but he didn't care.

to many, he was just a hot-head kid, with no control over his temper, but mikasa and armin knew that he meant well.

"look, i do feel bad, i do. i just–i don't know. when i see her, i just can't bring myself to apologize. my emotions are everywhere." eren states, letting his head hang low, his eyes glued to the ground.

mikasa looks at armin her eyebrows furrowing, a thought has come to her mind.

"eren...is it possible that you like y/n?" mikasa questions.

armin snickers. "eren can't apologize 'cause he has a crush on y/n!? bro is being mean to her because he likes her? what are you? in middle school?" armin taunts.

eren groans.

"no-"

"yes."

"no!"

"eren just admit it." armin presses on, trying to conceal his growing laughter.

eren stays quiet, his head is still hanging low, and his friends unable to see his expression.

he's embarrassed at the fact that he can't definitively answer that.

"oh my fucking god...he actually likes her." mikasa states, a smile gradually appearing on her face.

eren stands up abruptly, "no! i don't, i find her annoying, and i don't want anyone talking to her." eren speaks out, but immediately regrets saying it.

hearing his own words makes him realize that it does sound like he likes you.

"sounds like you do." armin states shortly causing eren to groan.

"i don't, i really don't." i might.

"you're in denial, but whatever. with time you'll come to realize and accept your feelings." mikasa states waving eren off.

"let's go inside, i'm not going to waste my week-long vacation lecturing your dumb ass." mikasa begins to walk towards the door, armin nodding his head as well, following suit.

"wait so you guys aren't mad at me anymore?" eren turns towards his friends.

armin and mikasa turn towards him and contemplate for a second.

"i'm quite annoyed with you, but you did what we asked you to do so we're good." mikasa states before heading inside, leaving the two boys.

"yeah, but i wish you'd give her a genuine chance. i don't know if you like her and are hiding your feelings or if you actually dislike her, but she's a really cool girl, i think you'd enjoy her company a lot more than you'd think." armin finishes before heading inside himself.

don't say that.

eren nods his head, following behind.

once inside, eren, without realizing it, takes a look around trying to find you standing or sitting somewhere, but is left a bit saddened when he doesn't find you.

"so where's y/n?" eren asks. embarrassment washing over him as he realizes what he's asked and WHO he's asked.

sasha, connie, mikasa, and armin all turn to him slowly their faces void of any emotion.

"i thought you...didn't like her?" connie asks, eren could see connie's eye twitch.

i don't.

"i was just wondering." eren mumbles looking elsewhere.

"she's upstairs with jean i think." sasha shrugs.

eren's body stiffens ever so slightly at the mention of you and jean.

"okay yeah, but what i'm trying to figure out is why this dumb-ass is interested is y/n's whereabouts." connie points to eren, confusion present on his face.

eren rolls his eyes at connie's comment and shrugs slightly. "just don't worry about it, it's not your business anyways." eren spits out looking in a different direction, his facial expressions hard and cold. connie scoffs in response.

"anything that has to do with y/n is my business. unless she says otherwise," connie states, his eyes drilling holes into the side of eren's skull.

i guess he's an overprotective type of brother

eren let's out a soft laugh, "it's really not, but whatever man."

connie scoffs at eren's statement. "anyways, i'll be up in the room taking a nap or something." eren mumbles to the group as he gets up.

"we all literally just woke up, not even two hours ago, how are you already tired." mikasa exclaims, eren ignoring her and heading upstairs.

eren drags his feet to his room, his mind racing with thoughts, thoughts about you.

he eyes the room where you and jean are, stopping a few feet away from the door. he can feel his stomach turn as his mind starts producing scenarios of you two.

god what am i thing right now...

sighing softly eren begins walking towards his room.

he shuts the door quietly behind him and makes it to the bed, face planting straight into a pillow.

truth be told, eren was tired. you were taxing, mentally that is.

it wasn't long before eren started to drift off, his mind still thinking about you.

“WAKE UP BRUH!”

eren is startled as he wakes up, he looks all around frantically before his eyes land on the blonde in front of him.

“armin-dude jesus, can you not wake me up like that? i thought i died for a second.” eren rubs his face harshly.

“well you weren’t waking up with the light nudging so i had to.” armin shrugs, a sly smirk on his features.

“you went from light nudging to full on yelling in my face…you could’ve just shaken me harder” eren replies, clearly irritated.

“that wouldn’t have been fun tho, you should’ve seen your face! it was priceless.” armin states, laughing a little as he recalls it in his mind.

eren shakes his head as he reaches for his phone from the bedside table. “damn, i slept the whole day,” eren mutters as he looks at the time. “yeah, that’s why i came to wake you up, we’re going to the beach tonight!” armin exclaims, excitement clear in his voice.

“tonight? shouldn’t we go during the day?” eren questions as sits up, stretching his body.

“yeah, but jean says there’s a lit up area with a bar and he rented it out for the night.” armin tells eren causing him to roll his eyes.

eren couldn’t help but feel irritated at any mention of jean, he didn’t do anything in particular, but he couldn’t help it. “what time are we leaving?” eren questions looking at armin who’s sitting beside him.

“around 6 when the sun starts going down, it’s about a 20 minute drive from here.” armin tells him, getting up from his spot.

“pack some dry clothes, and a jacket, jean says it can get pretty chilly during the night.” armin says lastly before exiting the room. eren sighs as his friend leaves.

this fucking sucks, i shouldn’t have come.

eren gets up, drags himself to the bathroom, and tries his best to look presentable.

“god i look fucking awful.” eren mutters as he stares at his reflection in the mirror.

turning the faucet on, eren leans down and splashes water in his face; rubbing his face gently before grabbing the small towel on the counter. he pats his face dry as he looks at his reflection again.

not any better…

walking back in the room, eren grabs an empty backpack and stuffs some clean clothes into it. he doesn’t change what he’s wearing.

“i don’t plan to get wet anyways.”

pulling the phone out of his pocket, eren notices it’s 15 minutes to 6. quickly, he grabs his bag, heading down stairs to group up with everyone.

“there you are eren, we were waiting for you.” historia smiles as she sees the brunette walk down the stairs.

“yeah, sorry.” eren replies pursing his lips together.

“emo ass answer…” ymir mumbles causing a few chuckles from the group.

“everyone is here and i’ve sent directions to all drivers, let’s head out; everyone’s good with going in the groups they came in right?” jean looks around

after collective nods, everyone makes their way out. “hey eren, do you wanna ride with us? we have an extra seat in my car.” jean asks as he opens his car door.

“nah, i’m good.” eren mumbles, heading to his car. unbeknown to eren, jean shares a look with mikasa and armin, who both shrug in response to eren’s shortness.

“the fuck is wrong with him..” jean wonders out loud as he watches eren’s figure walk away.

i really don’t really want to be here right now.

eren puts his car in park as he sees that he’s the last one to arrive. aware that he’s being short and cold with his friends, he decided to take a detour and drive around a little to clear his head.

“yo, you made it, we thought you either ditched us or got lost man.” reiner walks up to eren.

“yeah, i just drove around for a while, wanted to clear my head ya know.” eren replies as he grabs his bag from the backseat.

“why are you back here tho?” eren asks reiner who’s rummaging through his car.

“looking for a portable charger for annie, but it looks like i don’t have it like i thought…she’s going to chuck her phone at me when i tell her.” reiner laughs, eren letting one out at the thought.

“reiner, can i talk to you about something?” eren suddenly asks as reiner shuts his car door.

“is it about y/n? and how much you dislike her?” reiner questions, walking over to eren. eren furrows his eyebrows, “how did you know..?”

reiner leans on his car, facing eren. “she’s a close friend from high school, i saw her crying earlier today, so eventually i asked why.” he states as if the information he gave was common knowledge.

“yeah…” eren looks away. “i just–“ eren starts, “i don’t know man, i just don’t like new people in our group.” eren lets out looking out towards the ocean.

reiner nods understandingly, “it’s because of the whole floch thing huh?” reiner questions. eren doesn’t reply but nods slowly.

“well i understand you eren, but coming from a person that’s known y/n for a few years; she’s not like that. i’m not saying you should like act besties with them, but just give it a chance. you never know, lightning might strike.” reiner shrugs before leaving eren to join their friends.

lightning might strike…

although he didn’t want admit it, reiner was right.

"i guess i have make things right with her tonight."

I FINALLY UPDATED WOOOO, so sorry for the almost year of me not updating, but when i started i was living with my parents. now i live by myself sooooo, you can see that i've gone through so much change. so sorry that this chapter is shorter that previous, but i think it has a good chunk content. i'll make it up to y'all, the next chapter is going to be so good, i'm so excited to write it (: !! let me know your thoughts on this chapter!! what are your favorite parts?

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