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Ch.11: Out of the shadows

Chapter 11 of Cherry

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy the chapter 😏

Warning- ANGST, LONG CHAPTER!, Talks of loss, violence, fluff, swearing, SLOWBURN.

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x reader,

Episodes- 3x38-3x39

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“Is she still out there?”

Sasha looks out the big glass window and nods her head to confirm your wandering question. Albeit she doesn’t linger behind to worry over Historia like you were.

For days now, ever since arriving at the secluded cabin, Historia has liked to go outside a few minutes before the sun set to sit on the grass all by herself. She never asks for company, or explains why she does; mainly because she rarely speaks, but nevertheless she just sits outside all by herself and doesn’t return inside until the night has completely taken over the bright sky.

Except for today. Historia was outside, but there was no sunset to admire. The sky was invaded with dark clouds that brought rain to patter down onto the earth, making the air smell bitter and yet sweet, but not allowing the sky to give any clear indication when day transitioned into night. Not like Historia seemed to mind as she stayed under the rain, letting you build the courage to go speak to her. Even if it meant with you'd get dirty and soaked.

“Mind if I bring some light?” You ask her quietly as you set the lamp down beside her.

Historia slowly drags her eyes up to your face and right away notices the hesitance on your face. She doesn’t speak about it and instead shakes her head to answer your question before returning her gaze to nothing in particular.

“Okay,” you breathe out as you painfully sit down on the ground beside her. “Nice night, don’t you agree?”

“I suppose,” Historia shrugs gloomily.

You smile softly and lift your hand to watch the raindrops collect on your palm. “I love the sound of rain.” You ball your hand and turn it around to then open your fist and let the rain drip down from your hand. “Especially when I’m reading, I like to sit by a window, with tea and a book. It’s very comforting.” You blink to look back at her, seeing that your words went through one ear and left through the other. Her wavered attention didn't discourage you, it should have, but you stayed prominent to your spot and goal—“You know,” you continued in a much softer voice. “When I miss someone who’s gone, I like to wear something that belonged to them. It doesn’t smell like them anymore, but knowing that they used to wear it brings me comfort.” You sigh deeply and look down at your hands on your lap.

Historia finally pulls her attention from the dark horizon ahead and shifts her eyes to look at you. She stays quiet and let’s the sound of the rain falling on the roof of the cabin, and on the ground play uninterrupted for a few minutes as the meaning behind your words processed in her mind. She thought of not answering and being content with your suggestion in silence, but she needed to ask. Just once. “Do you miss him?”

You lift your head and turn your eyes to meet her blue ones that gleamed brighter by the tears welled in her eyes, and the light of the lamp in between you both. “Who?” You question cluelessly.

“Reiner.” She shares, making you grow stiff. “I mean I just saw the way he looked at you, the way he treated you. Were you guys dating?”

You shake your head and mindlessly begin fiddling with your fingers as you choose to answer her with the truth to one of her questions. “No we weren’t dating.” You pause and swallow thickly, taking note of your habit and instead tucking your hands into your sleeves to wipe the rain off your face. “It was just a fling, nothing to it. Plus,” you exhale deeply as your voice softens. “There's no room in my heart for traitors.”

“Was Ymir a traitor?” Historia asks bluntly, once again making you grow rigid with her very straightforward questions. This time instead of answering right away you wait and think of your words very carefully. You didn’t lie to her, or avoid answering, there was no need to with this question.

“No,” you shake your head, “she was different then the other two.” You shift around where you sat to be able to fully face her, while you kept ignoring the pouring rain that made your clothes stick to your body, and brought your body temperature down to an uncomfortable level. “When I was with them, after they took us, the one thing she was sure of was protecting you. She cares about you. She didn’t betray you. She wouldn't.”

Historia’s lip trembles before she drops her head to hide her emotions expressed on her face. Emotions she failed to contain and let out as quiet sobs that caused her whole body to tremble with cold and emotions. You wanted to comfort her, grab her shoulders or rub her back but she shot up and began to cry out what she had contained since Ymir left. “I can’t stand it! Why? She chose them over me?!” Her eyes snap up to meet your bewildered expression. “She said we’d live for our own sakes. But now she’s left me behind.” She falls down to sit on her knees, letting out a shaking breath and dropping her head again, letting the rain shower over her hunched body. “Just like everyone else did. My father, my mother—Ymir left me.”

“I’m sorry,” is all you could offer in a broken voice as your own eyes fell, and filled with similar glum emotions. “I can’t offer you a clear explanation as to why Ymir left, but I can offer you some comfort.” You look up at the same time she does. “As to your parents, just know you’re not alone. My father left me too. My mother…well,” you shrug, “I don’t remember her. Not even a bit, so I don’t think she was a good person worth remembering.” You offer her an assuring smile while you wipe off the water that dripped down your nose. “It hurts. I know, trust me, but you said that you and Ymir would live for your sakes right? Well, do it. No matter what.”

Historia’s eyes flicker up to you and she wipes the tears and raindrops off her cheeks. Her lips maintained her frown, not giving any indication if she would take the advice, but she did nod stiffly, letting you know that she was at least listening to you.

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“I’m done cleaning upstairs!” You exclaim as you rush in the kitchen. “It took forever since no one helped,” you look at Connie. “But,” you sigh in relief, “It’s spotless.” You pull the mask off your mouth and let it hang around your neck, seeing Eren look back at you to address your comment.

“Good. Captain Levi is almost here. We just need this area here before we’re done.”

You swipe the bandana off your head and can’t help but smile sadly at a passing memory of Petra, Gunther, Eld, and Oluo in a similar cleaning situation. It’s something you couldn’t help but share out loud. “You know what this reminds me of?” You direct to Eren. “Cleaning with the Levi squad. The first one.”

“Yeah,” Eren nods slowly as his eyes fall back to what he was sweeping. His shoulders dropped but he hid what he felt with annoyance. “Only they knew how to clean.” His hands clench tighter around the broomstick and he begins to grumble. “Now it feels like we’re the only ones doing all the work.”

Connie shoots his head up and glares at Eren. “Hey man! Am I painted on the wall or something?”

You smirk and throw the bandana on the dirty pile basket. “You have room to learn.” Before he could add a snarky remark the door opens and Sasha, Jean and Armin walk back inside with the boxes of rations that had arrived.

“Hey!” Eren exclaims to the group, “did you guys wipe the dust and dirt off your shoes before you came in?”

“Huh?” Jean questions as he looks up at Eren whilst he sets the sacks of food down. “No, we didn’t. Can't you see all the stuff we’re carrying?”

You scoff at Jean’s comment and grab the canister from Armins hands to put it on the table whilst you watch Eren march towards Jean to complain further. “Do you seriously think that attitude will satisfy Captain Levi?”

You peek over at the duo and pretend to do something around the kitchen to continue listening to the argument—“If I hadn’t personally made your bed this morning—” Eren argues, making you snort.

Jean hears you and looks to you with a widened and almost horrified expression before his eyes snapped back to Eren to shout at him out of embarrassment. “Shut up! Quit nagging! Who are you, my mom?”

“We’re back.” Mikasa announced as her and Historia finally rejoined the group inside.

“Wait,” Armin protested, “were you just chopping firewood?”

You tilt your head and narrow your eyes on her. “I thought I told you no heavy lifting, and to tell me when you were leaving.”

“Gotta stay in shape.” She quips.

“You got grabbed by a Titan!” Armin shouted as he stepped towards her. “You should be in bed.”

“I try to stop her, but she won’t listen,” Eren interjects in a grumble. “I saw her doing sit ups earlier!”

You sigh and watch Armin follow after her to continue scolding her in his own gentle way before Sasha interjected. “It’s almost like we’re back in the Cadet Corps.”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Why do you figure we were chosen for the new Levi Squad, though?” Armin can’t help but ask. “Protecting Eren and Historia is such an important mission.”

That was a good question, and one with many different possibilities, but only one you could think of, and Sasha said that for you. “Because we’re talented, I assume.” Albeit she didn’t say it in your exact words. Regardless, as she was answering Armin, she quickly shoved something in her bag that caught your immediate attention.

“Sasha,” you grimace, “what did you just put in your bag?” You turn to face her with a fuming and intimidating glare, but all Sasha does is slowly look up at you with an unaffected expression to lie to your face.

“Nothing bread-related.”

“Why, you!” Jean cut in as well whilst he stormed towards her.

You move towards her and snap back. “Give it back.” “Hey, focus!” Eren interrupts, “we gotta finish cleaning before the Captain gets back!” However no one really listened as you all tried to fight Sasha to put the bread back before said man you were trying to avoid getting upset, walked in.

“What’s the commotion about?” Levi broke the tension, creating a much thicker one as he walked towards the table, causing your shoulders to stiffen, and your angry expression to fall while you met Erens matching concerned gaze. And as Levi swept his hand under the table and dust and dirt fell from the wood, that concern turned to slight fear. Even more so as he lifted his hand and faced the group to address the situation. “I’m quite sure I gave you enough time.” Levi grabs his cloth from his pocket inside his coat and cleans off the dust and dirt collected on his fingers. “Anyways, we’ll discuss your lax cleaning job another time. Eren, Hange is itching to get the experiment started.”

As far as experiments went, you thought it went rather well for the first two hours. Eren listened well to instructions while in his Titan form, he performed all his given tasks well too and you couldn’t deny that he was impressive; he could write, he couldn’t speak because of the shape of his mouth, he could last a pretty long time, but only transform a few times before he seemed to go groggy and lose memory as his consciousness dwindled. The one thing he couldn’t do was harden himself like everyone wanted him to. It was weird, but there was an explanation, there always was.

——

“Huh? What was that?” Levi asks Hange after they and their squad walk into the small cabin, with their face contorted into distress and a hint of sadness.

“He’s dead…” they announce once more. “Pastor Nick. He was murdered. This morning, in the Trost District barracks.”

Levi’s face grows even more serious as the thoughts in his mind begin to churn, he hums and shows no remorse like Hange was. Instead he guided everyone to sit around the table and the couch beside it so Hange could explain in more depth what they and Moblit had seen, and what their thoughts were behind the bloody scene. And as they talked you grabbed the pot of tea you had made and served Levi, Hange and rest of the older Scouts before you walked back to sit on your seat. Albeit before you could serve yourself, Connie pushes his empty cup towards you, and quietly, and discreetly points to it so you could get the hint to serve him first. You smile kindly and grab the cups you set on the table to serve everyone but him.

Now you weren’t being petty, or anything. Not even because he was assigned to clean the table and didn’t clean it well the other day, causing you and the rest of your friends to get a long cleaning speech. No that’s not it.

Regardless you sat down beside Jean and across from Eren, feeling your mood go down as Hange continued with the heavy topic. “I figured the Church would want to deal with Nick since he was cooperating with the Scouts.” Hange explains, “that’s why I hid his identity and had him stay in the barracks, but….to think they would use soldiers to kill him. I was too careless. It’s entirely my fault.”

The room goes quiet for a minute, growing the tension thick enough that it felt as if you were carrying it on your shoulders. You tried to ease the tension, but such a grim topic was hard to brush off, especially as Armin decided to add onto the weight of the tension. “The military police…did they torture Pastor Nick just to find out what information he spilled to us?”

Levi sets his cup down and answers Armin in the same serious and unaffected voice. “Most likely. But it was the Interior Military Police, which means there’s something more behind it. So,” he turns and looks to Hange. “How many nails did Nick have ripped off?”

“Huh?”

“You saw, right? How many?” Levi asks, making you swallow thickly and tighten your hold around your teacup.

“I only caught a glimpse of him,” they answer, “but all the nails that I could see.”

“People that talk, talk after one.” Levi explains, “if they don’t, peeling more won’t make a difference.” Levi looks away from Hange, but continues, not noticing how you began to quickly tap the side of your cup out of uneasiness of the gruesome conversation. Perhaps it was something you needed to get used to, but fighting and killing Titans was one thing, talking of hurting human beings was something else completely. It was never part of your job, nor anyone else’s in the Scout Regiment.—“Pastor Nick…I thought he was an idiot, but. He didn’t turn away from what he believed, all the way til the end. In other words, they have no idea we’ve caught wind of the Reiss family. Though, someone in the government is up to no good, and their eyes are fixed on us.”

Right as Levi finishes, the front door opens and a soldier named Nifa, from Hanges squad, walks in and heads directly towards Levi to hand him a note from Commander Erwin. “I went to tell him about Pastor Nick, but he sent me off with this.” She shares while Levi reads the words on the small paper that made his eyes narrow deeper, and his shoulders stiffen much tighter. Once he finishes reading the note he looks up and urgently addresses the whole room.

“Everyone, out. We leave now.” Levi announces while he stands from his chair. “Leave no trace we were here.”

There was no moment of hesitance after Levi’s announcement, what little you all brought was packed in your personal bags. After that a blood pumping rush ran through everyone as you escaped the cabin to get to higher ground, and deeper into the forest where you could only hope no one was in. With the adrenaline that rushed through your veins you didn’t feel the chilly evening air, nor really catch that you had walked far until everyone stopped on a hill that overlooked the cabin getting raided by military police.

“That was close,” you breathe out while you tear your eyes from the scene down below.

“If we hadn’t left right then, what would’ve happened to us?” Connie asks with his eyes peeled back widely, expressing the shock and slight fear that ran through him.

You glance at Connie to answer his wondering question. “We would’ve been caught, Eren and Historia would’ve been taken and they probably would’ve left us for dead after beating us up.” You’ve seen it happen once when you lived underground, you weren’t supposed to see the Military police beat up a couple of young teens trying to take some food, or whatever it was they had taken, but Furlan, nor Levi managed to pull you away from witnessing the scene in time.

Nonetheless, Connie's head slowly shifts to you with his eyes expressing more horror after your words. His lips part, but all he does is inhale a small breath of air before you turn to check out the small patch of woods in front of you—you couldn’t apologize for your honesty that he hadn’t witnessed before, that he was blind to due to where he grew up. He had to know, those who didn’t know before had to know too. The world was a beautiful place, but life inside the walls also had their own monsters.

“But why?” Armin inquires, “what would make Commander Erwin…?”

“New orders came from the government.” Levi revealed. “There’s been a freeze on all Scout Regiment activity outside the wall. They’re telling us to hand over Eren and Historia.” At Levi’s words, you once again turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, feeling yourself full with buzzing curiosity at the new piece of news that just kept piling on.

“By the way,” Nifa interjected, “right after he gave me the message, the Military Police came for him.”

“They’re treating him like some sort of criminal!” Hange exclaimed bitterly.

“Someone’s not working from the shadows anymore,” Levi continued, “they’re moving for all eyes to see.”

“To go far to protect the wall's secrets.” Hange added while she faced Levi. “What’s more, why do they want us to hand over Eren and Historia? Not to kill, but for them to obtain?”

You clench onto the rifle in your hands and suggest, “Control?” You turn around and continue to add your thoughts out loud. “Whoever is deciding to finally come out and play, is no lowlife scum.”

Levi glances at you and nods, “you’re right. But,” he says as he looks away. “Who knows? Anyways it’s clear the enemy is after these two. Loitering around here is dangerous. We’re moving her and Eren to Trost District.”

“Why?” Moblit protests. “That’s the same place Pastor Nick was killed.”

“It’s worse to head towards the interior. With Trost in a panic, it should be easy to slip in,” Levi says, “and if somehow it comes down to it, we can use these in the city.” He pulls a side of his cloak and looks to his odm gear. “Plus, not knowing the enemy puts us in a tough spot. We need to find out who’s behind this.” he looks to Hange. “Hange, lend me some of your squad.”

“Of course,” they don’t hesitate to answer while they tap their chin and glance down for a brief moment, before once again facing the group. “All right, I’m going after Erwin.” They continue to turn to the man beside them. “Moblit with me. The rest of you will follow Levi.”

“Roger!”

As Hange climbs on their horse, Eren calls to them and hurries after them. “Hange! Here.” He hands them a folded up paper. “I remembered a conversation between Ymir and Bertholdt. Didn’t get to tell you, but it’s here.”

“All right,” Hange says as they grab the note and stuff it in their pocket while they climb onto the horse. “I’ll take a look at it later.”

“Be careful,” you wave at them, making them shoot you a faint smile before they ride off with Moblit. The rest of you being left having to walk through the forest as the sun set further by each passing second.

Levi led the squad, leaving you behind to eye the shadows that lurked in the forest that surrounded you. You wanted to distract yourself by thinking that running from the Military Police, and being seen as some criminal must be nostalgic to Levi since he left the underground to escape that life, but now it seemed it followed him here. Just like it also followed you, something he had wanted to avoid when he thought of making a life above ground. It’s funny how that works.

Regardless, the sun disappeared completely, taking away the security of its bright light and leaving you in a freighenting darkness that lamps couldn’t ease its eerie presence, making you walk closer to one of the people that could bring comfort to this traumatizing situation, Jean. “Why is it that we always have to move in the dark?” You grumble.

Jean glances at you and answers. “Because it’s better to hide in the dark. We aren’t as easily spotted.”

“I know,” you sigh deeply, “it was a rhetorical question.” Your eyes flicker over to him and right as you were going to meet his gaze you look up at the hat on his head, and you can’t help but smile. “I—”

“Don’t laugh,” he grimaces bitterly.

“I wasn’t,” you lift your hands whilst you meet his gaze. “Honestly. I was going to say that I like your hat. I think it looks nice. It gives off, uhmm,” you tap your chin and look ahead. “Cowboy type of vibes, or,” you clap, catching the brief attention of Armin and Eren in front of you, “some sort of a gangster.” You look at Jean again and tilt your head, noticing he seemed to be holding his breath and that his eyes had lost their intimidation. “Maybe that’d work better with a suit though, so cowboy it is.” You grin but he’s quick to look away. “It’s a nice look on you, Jean.”

Unlike Eren, Armin's eyes stayed on Jean and you for a moment longer to study your gestures, and hear the words coming out of your mouths. He could think nothing of it, after all he thought of Jean and you as a weird pair of friends. But he was quick enough to catch Jean’s flustered expression hidden under the hat he had on, and that set off a new curiosity within him that he wanted to further explore.

“Whatever,” Jean brushes you off with his head completely facing away from you, and his expression hidden by his hat.

You scoff lightheartedly and roll your eyes. “It still looks pretty ridiculous at night though.”

“It’s so they don’t recognize me,” Jean snaps.

Your eyebrows furrow and you snort. “Who's going to recognize you out here at night? The shadow man? A ghost? Or maybe a raccoon?”

Jean slowly turns his head to glare at you. “You’re about to become unrecognizable.”

“Oh,” you smirk, “I’d love to see you try.” You look to the front of the group and point to Levi with your eyes. Jean scoffs and leans closer to you to whisper. “Yeah, consider yourself lucky. For now.” He squints his eyes, “but watch your back. Cherry.” He mocks.

Your smirk deepens and you lean in closer to him too, holding his gaze intently and licking your lips as they tug to a smile. “Again. I’d like to see you try. Jean-boy.” Your eyes linger on his for a while, noticing that his lips turned to a smirk as he held his confidence high, not letting show the feelings that he felt fluttering inside. A tension rose between the little gap between you, but you were oblivious to it, unlike him. But he did nothing to point it out and make it clear to you, all he did was watch you blink and look away. After that you proceeded to part away from him and fall at Levi’s side. “Hey, Levi, so how are we planning to sneak into Trost with Eren and Historia? A big group will attract attention, and what if there's some dressed up Military police members in the crowds already expecting us?”

Levi glances at you before he looks at Jean and Armin over his shoulder to simply say, “I have a plan.”

——

“This is so, so stupid.” Jean grumbles beside you.

You shoot him a side glanced glare and nudge his arm. “Shush.” Your eyes return to the streets you’re marching through and they scan every stand open as you pass them, they lift to the roofs and catch the flags that hang from roof to roof sporting bright colors, your eyes search the crowd that is unusually big and clustered, falling from person to person no matter how young or old they are. One just couldn’t be too careful, you needed to look over your shoulder….it needed to become second nature no matter how bad that sounded. You needed to think as if every person that wasn't the Scouts, your friends and family was hostile, even if you hated to think that way of people.

Every person was against you until proven otherwise. Or at least that’s what Levi says in a time and mission like this. But it was so hard to think that way, especially when you saw the hungry and homeless people on the streets asking for food, or money after the destruction created in the city. And it seemed now there were a lot of those around, cities above ground were beginning to look like the underground, it was hard to see their sad and angry faces. So you had to put your hood over your head to avoid searching for those hallowed faces.

“So what, I can’t complain now?” Jean snaps in a sharp whisper. “He does that a lot.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “and it’s annoying. So shut up.”

Jean shoots you a brief glare before he picks up his pace to leave your side. And if it wasn’t for his undercut and his tall figure, from behind his wig would fool you into believing he was the boy he was pretending to be. Not the front though, you could pick him out in a crowd even with the wig on, he….had a very long one of a kind face.

“Try not to walk in a cluster.” Levi repeated to the group, “we’ll stand out. Eren and Historia, just walk normal.”

If he kept talking like that every ten minutes, someone would notice, no matter how far apart you’re all spread out.

“Why is the royal family’s flag hanging everywhere?” Connie asked as his eyes roamed the colorful flags overhead.

“Oh! Today must be the anniversary of the King's coronation.” Sasha answered, making your eyes return to look at the flags over your heads. “Once a year, they hand out a haul of rations.”

A man begins to announce what Sasha had pointed out, but your attention goes to the flower stand you walk by and your eyes get lost on the big, beautiful bright yellow sunflowers decorating the front of the stand. A soft smile tugs on your lips and a gleam sparkles in your eyes. You’re tempted to walk to it and buy some since they were your favorite, but you hold yourself back…as hard that was. It was such a brief moment that you didn’t think anyone would catch you, but someone did, they just didn’t say anything and instead admired your smile as your eyes remained on the yellow petals. When you pass the stand, you pull your eyes off the flowers and notice your group came to a stop, and before you could bump into Connie, you stop in your tracks and listen to what Sasha commented over the man’s announcement.

“What a king! He sure is generous!”

You scoff at her comment and before you could remark something, Levi beats you to it. “He’s got more than he knows what to do with. People are weak, especially when baited with food.”

“I have an idea,” you scoff, “they could take some of those rations underground. There's a lot of people who really need it down there.” You glare at the announcer as if he was the King in charge.

“We’re considered riff raff down there,” Levi replied to your bitter comment. “Or don’t you remember? They didn’t care about us, they still don’t care about them.”

“Yeah,” you huff out after you return your gaze to the path ahead. “I remember.”

The walk after that talk is quiet, uncomfortable and nerve wracking as no one knew when someone was going to attack your group and take Jean and Armin, or should you say, “Eren and Historia.”. Everyone had to keep looking over their shoulders and keep their guard up, only making yourselves more suspicious. Part of you believed you would get away without getting attacked, but you needed to for the plan to work. And it did happen as Levi had planned—“Watch out! Behind us!” Levi bellowed after he stopped and looked over his shoulder.

Before you could look back, you heard the speeding carriage racing your way that he had warned you about. As it sped past you, you jumped out of the way and had to hold back from fighting their attempts as you watched them take “Eren and Historia”. Yet you couldn’t help yourself from screaming out their names. “Je—Eren!” Sasha seemed to have the same trouble as she yelled out for Armin, but soon corrected herself and called out for who they were pretending to be. And even if you were going to save them regardless, the knot in your stomach wouldn’t loosen and you had to fight the urge not to instantly catch up to them. Really just run after Jean.

*A FEW MINUTES LATER*

“Calm down Cherry,” Levi assured you from behind you. “You reek of anxiety. We’re going to save them.”

You gnaw at your cuticles and take a deep breath. “This plan is shit. I can’t stand not knowing what they could be going through.” You lift your eyes and pull your thumb away to stand up as Mikasa joins you on the roof. “So?” You instantly ask her impatiently. “How is it going inside?”

“If we don’t hurry, they’ll see through Armin's disguise.” Mikasa informs Levi and you before looking away from your worried gaze. “And I feel bad for him.” She lowers her head.

Shit—you lift your finger to your lips and begin gnawing once more as you sink down on the roof, hearing Levi respond with a simple, “I see.”

“How is your leg?” Mikasa looks back at him. “Any better?”

You look over your shoulder, seeing Levi peek over his own before grabbing his knee and answering. “I can move well enough. It’s not bad, thanks to the things Cherry made for me.” He looks back at the streets below. “More importantly, these kidnappers…they’re nothing but amateurs. Why would they be using guys like this?” He stands up and takes a step forward, letting your eyes, like Mikasa’s, watch him carefully. “You both can handle the rest on your own. I’m heading for Eren. Once you’ve dealt with the trash, come and meet up with me.” He keeps walking ahead, assuring himself with the short comprehensive answer Mikasa gave him. “One more thing,” he stops at the edge of the roof and looks back. “I’ll tell you, just in case. Tell Armin and others, too. From now our enemy won’t only be Titans,” he pauses and looks away. “But other humans too.”

Your eyes widen and it feels as if all the wind had been knocked out of your lungs. You part your lips to argue, to interject with anything against his comment, but there was nothing you could say, even if you could, Levi left before you could think of anything. After that you tried to look at Mikasa, to see if she was struggling like you were, but she remained expressionless, and cold, or at least that’s what she wanted you to believe. You didn’t know what she was really thinking. She was a lot like Levi in that way.

Nonetheless, there’s a silence that falls over after his comment where you feel your whole body stiffen, and your heart sink to your stomach. Your body grows cold and a grim feeling takes over your anxious state for a brief moment where the silence feels deafening, and the question of “can I really do this?” Begins to linger in your head, making you nauseous. That question was brief before your mind was overridden by instincts that told you that you could and it was the right thing if it came to it, but your conscience told you otherwise. It turns you gloom and makes you stiff as your instinct, and your conscience battled with one another to have a winner.

Neither of them won. Mikasa interrupted you before the battle could be decided. “Let’s go.” She stands up to fly back to the other roof, but stops once you’re behind her to scold you. “And stop eating at your hands. You’ll ruin your cuticles.”

“Right,” you whisper as you pull your hand away and then follow her to the other roof to fall in your assigned position. When you hear the deep voices inside, you peek your head inside the open window, and prepare your fighting stance as you watch the floor and Mikasa down below. In the center of it all, you could see Jean and Armin tied up with their disguises still intact, which was something that should bring you comfort since they hadn’t been discovered, but seeing them in that position made you uneasy.

Regardless, their disguises were beginning to be questioned by the man leading the small group that walked in the storage room. “You’re sure, without a doubt, it’s Krista and Eren?”

“Yes,” another man nods, “they match the description.”

Yeah sure they do. Armin perhaps resembles Historia in some way, but Jean was not even close. They all sucked ass—you think to yourself, scoffing and rolling your eyes before taking a step closer to the window and meeting Mikasa’s dark eyes after they looked up to quietly signal you.

“Huh? Where’s the guard?” With that question uttered, just as Mikasa moves forward, you jump down the window whilst you take your cloak off and let it float down, while you land on the ground and look up at the tall startled man with a cocky smirk. He tries to reach for his gun, but before his fingers could even touch its cold metal, you jump to your feet and roundhouse kick him to the ground, instantly knocking him unconscious after a single impact to his face.

The other two men who had been up front freeze from the shock, and watch Mikasa and you wide eyed out of fear. They try to reach for their guns, but before they could think of shooting, and without a single word uttered between Mikasa and you, you both sprint towards them. She jumps off the floor and you slide down past her body almost as if the moves were rehearsed; she kicks a man with red hair, while you swiftly get up and swing your leg to kick the other man to the floor. He intended to move after, but he couldn’t even catch your fleeting figure before you pin him to the ground and twist his arm to his back, causing him to groan.

A faint proud smirk tugs on your lips once the thought of what you did registers in your mind, but it’s fleeting before you grow serious again. Instead of thinking too much into what you did, you look back, noticing Jean and Armin were tying up the other two men, leaving you to look up to a window on the roof to address the boy you knew was waiting by it. “Connie! Is it really just the four of them?!”

Said boy pokes his head through the window and confirms your question. “Yeah, that’s it! Nobody else in the area!” Connie finishes, keeping your eyes on him and not letting you pay attention to the man reaching for the gun he had dropped. Not until you heard the whiz of Sashas arrow impact the ground just inches away from your hand, and pinning the gun to the ground before he could try to shoot you. The crash made your head snap to the arrow, and made your eyes widened out of shock.

“If you move again, who knows where I’ll hit?” Sasha threatened the man whilst your heart pounded in your ears.

“H-hey!” Jean began to exclaim in an angry tone. “What if you hit Y/N with that!”

“It’s Y/N’s fault for taking her eye off the prey.” Sasha countered.

You nod and look back to the man under you. “Yeah, no, you’re right,” you interject. “Sorry! I should’ve known better!” You stand up and pull the guy up with you.

“All right!” Mikasa yelled out, “first, we tie these guys up, then we meet up with the captain.”

Armin looks at her and questions her command. “What do you mean?”

“Captain's orders, and he sends a message, too.” She shares with your friends what Levi had told the both of you, and they react in the same speechless disbelief as you. This time though, you fought with yourself not to think about it further. Instead you focus on tying up the man in your hold, before you place him with others in a deafening silence that had set in the storage room.

That was until you were done and spotted Jean with the wig still on his head behind you—“Eren,” you say seriously. “Are you okay?” You stifle a laugh.

“Huh?!” Jean exclaims. “What did you just call me?!”

You turn with your eyebrows furrowed in concern to continue with your act as seriously as you can manage. Which was going surprisingly well. “Oh, it’s you Jean. I forgot, you know with the wig,” you point, “you fooled me.” You shrug. “Sorry.”

His eyes narrow to a piercing glare and a venom laces in his voice. “You’re not funny, you know that?” He snatches the wig off his head and throws it to the ground, before he turns sharply on his heels to storm past you and leave the storage room with his chest puffed out in anger. His reaction makes you giggle and you have to run to catch up to him.

“Jean, come on, I was only joking. Just trying to ease the tension.” You smirk and try to meet his burning glare.

Jean scoffs. “Yeah, just be quiet, I'm not talking to you.”

You snicker and grab his arm, making him go instantly stiff. “Come on, don't be a jackass. I was joking. Of course I knew it was you.” You scoff. “I mean anyone with eyes would know you’re not Eren, even with the wig on.” You look away from him to look at the upcoming large doors, whilst you begin to list what comes to mind. “I mean, you’re much taller, your eyes are brown and his eyes are green, you're more muscular than he is. You’re—” you suddnely cut yourself off and feel your cheeks burn hot after you catch what you had been saying.

You glance at him nervously and pull your hands from his arm, missing the smirk on his lips that had swept away any anger he had felt. “Yeah,” you nod and swallow thickly and pretend not to be affected by the tension you felt fall over you as you look away. “It was obvious.” You clear your throat and begin to fiddle with your fingers as you change the subject. “Anyway.” Your eyes flicker up to steal a glance at him. “How are you feeling over what Levi said? I mean, I know I was just joking around, but I’m being serious now.” You throw the doors open and you both walk out the storage room with Sasha, and Connie in tow.

Jean exhales deeply and pulls his eyes away from you to look ahead at Armin and Mikasa. “I don’t know. For the first time, I really don’t know how to feel yet. I mean,” he pauses, and unfolds his arms to clench his fists at his sides and furrow his eyebrows to glare at the dirt ground. “They’re people…that’s not what I signed up for.”

“Yeah,” you sigh and drop your hands to your sides. “I understand.” You lift your eyes to the sky, managing to catch two brown birds flying past your head. “We signed up to save humanity. Not to fight them. I don’t know what to feel either. I wish I could. I wish I could talk…” you pause, and return your eyes to look ahead and watch Mikasa use her ODM gear to fly to a roof that overlooks the street. You follow Armin and her, and don’t finish what you had thought of saying. Was it obvious that you dropped your comment so abruptly? Yes. But you couldn’t finish it. “I understand.” You end up saying. Your eyes flicker to Jean and you offer him a faint assuring smile.

Albeit Jean didn’t miss what you said. He didn’t return your assuring smile, or nod to say he understood, he stopped you after you walked past him on the roof. “Wait. Talk to who?”

You instinctively want to reach for your wings of freedom patch, but stop when you remember that you weren’t wearing your uniform. It saddened you, especially because even if he was gone, his patch brought solace to your aching heart—“We’ll talk about that later, yeah?” You brush Jean off. “Just don’t give up on us, okay?” You peek over your shoulder and meet his eyes filled with confusion.

Jean answers with silence; no nod, no verbal answer as short as it could’ve been. Nothing but silence as he tried to understand the thoughts running through his head. He was assured that you at least understood his struggle of morals…he knew everyone else did too, but he was assured more with the fact that you did.

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“Gunshots!” You heard Sasha warn. After you hear her, you look to the roof she landed on with Connie and Armin, and follow where her finger pointed to. “I heard a bunch of shots!”

“You two think something happened?” Jean asks Mikasa and you beside him, while the three of you watch the streets ahead.

“Most likely,” Mikasa answers much more bluntly, before she runs forward to jump off the roof before either of you could protest against her quick actions. It causes Jean, and you to share a quick look that spoke hundreds of words neither of you spoke aloud before he, you, and others followed the sounds of gunshots alongside Mikasa.

Finding the commotion didn’t take long as you flew the sky, Connie was quick to spot Eren and Historia, passed out in their newly styled carriage. Following after them, you spotted Levi—“it’s Levi!” You point out with short lived relief, because after you spotted him, and you and everyone else began to change courses to follow him, some thug flew past and shot at Levi. The thug of course missed, letting Levi pierce his grapple hook in the man’s chest to pull him forward, so he could also fly forward to swiftly slice the man’s stomach.

You were left speechless, stunned, and wide eyed after witnessing the bloody scene, but you kept yourself focused on the chaos you were now in the middle of. You had to.

“Chase the wagon!” Levi instructed the squad once you all got close enough. Albeit, Mikasa is the only one who answered right away—“listen up!” Levi continues after Mikasa. “They’re used to fighting other people! They already got three of ours. If we’re gonna get those two back, you can't hesitate! If you get the chance, you kill! Got it?”

“Roger!” Mikasa answered with inspiring determination.

Yet you couldn’t muster the will to answer like she did. You knew what you had to do, what the right thing was to avoid being shot, but you couldn’t wrap your head around killing other people. Mikasa seemed to be so okay with it, she didn’t hesitate to agree and do what needs to be done. And you admired that, envied her ability to not let her conscience get in the way when it came down to it. It would be easy if you were like that too.

“Armin, Jean! Secure the wagon! We’ll cover you!” Levi’s instruction pulled you from your train of thought, causing your eyes to slide over to watch Armin do as he was told, while Jean hesitated for a few seconds, eventually following orders, but just hesitating after witnessing another person being killed. And even if your stomach churned with the speeding thoughts of potentially having to kill someone, you kept flying forward with your blades slightly trembling in your hands, and your eyes bouncing from the carriage and your surroundings. And in that last moment your eyes fell on the carriage, you caught Jean on the floor and a woman pointing her gun at him as he sat paralyzed with fear and hesitation.

Instinct hit you then, like lightning striking the earth. There was no hesitation, your instinct shot straight through the battle of moral debate. Your eyes determinedly set on the pair, as your mind hit you with the possible outcome of what could happen to Jean paralyzed on the floor. And those thoughts didn’t let you fret to speed forward. “Jean!” Fear and panic laced in your voice, just like they vividly expressed in your face. Mikasa seemed to have the same thought in trying to save Jean, since you caught her also swooping down below. But just before either of you could swing your blades, you both heard a shot that made you both gasp and fly past the carriage.

The loud explosion that came from the gun made your heart stop, and your breath catch in your throat. You turned in the sky to face the scene, but you averted your gaze to avoid looking at the carriage where Jean had been. You didn’t want to look out of fear of what you'd see, you let the sound of the wind howling in your ears sound over your cracking heart. You wanted to turn away and avoid looking, avoid potential heartbreak in seeing yet another of one of your friends dead, but you forced yourself to look so you could witness the outcome.

Luckily heartbreak didn’t come this time though. Armin had been the one that shot first. It left Mikasa, you, and even Armin stunned for a few seconds, more so it left Jean alive and in disbelief. Not like you could rejoice over that fact because three thugs then flew overhead with their guns trained on the two in the carriage. They flew in fast and determined, having Levi get Jean out of the way, whilst Sasha picked up Armin just in time before the thugs could shoot aimlessly and manage to hijack the carriage.

However, determined to not let Eren leave, Mikasa began to follow them. Or at least tried with all her might, because after more thugs began to follow the carriage out of the city, Levi stopped her. “Don’t do it! Fall back!”

“But,” you protested as your legs twitched to move. “We can’t let them take Eren and Historia.”

Levi continued to struggle to fight Mikasa’s attempts to follow after Eren, as fear and panic had struck her heart like it had happened with you only mere moments ago. But unlike you, she couldn’t find instant relief in seeing he was okay, or getting him back to her, she had to stay with those emotions aching her heart, only being able to express them out in a loud cry. “Eren!”

It was a cry that made your feet move forward to try and chase after them. Albeit you also got stopped. “Y/N.” Levi called to you too. “Stop. We have to let them go.”

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“…it’s okay now. That guy is tied up, and after today you don’t have to worry about him anymore.” Jean’s voice sounded through the echoing silence in the storage room. He had been talking to Armin for some time now; in a soft and low voice that you were surprised you could hear. While Armin had tears welled up in his eyes and his words barely came out in soft chokes. You didn’t exactly know word by word what they were sharing to each other, but you knew the context of their conversation, and it involved something a sick guy that had been guarding him and Jean had done to Armin.

It was upsetting to hear Armin so upset and affected by what happened, it made you want to help comfort him, but with your mind in shambles over the news you were all told, you weren’t a good person to talk to at the moment. You couldn’t provide what he needed, but it seemed Jean was patient, and sweet enough to try and comfort Armin. He was the only one.

“I’m sorry it happened, Armin. I am.” Jean continued. “He’s not going to do anything anymore, and I promise he’ll pay for what he did, for what he said to you.”

At the sound of Jean’s words you look away from the plate in your hands and look up at him to steal a brief glance. Noticing his softened, and worried gaze by the bright yellow light of the lamp sitting in the middle of the group, and seeing his hand gently grabbing Armin’s shoulder. And you didn’t know why, but you caught yourself smiling softly at the sweet interaction. Yes, you’ve seen him act kind before, he may act tough, but if you pressed the right buttons he could be soft, but seeing that now made your heart flutter.

The feeling was sudden, but you did feel it, and it was…weird? Yeah….Weird, but also not unwelcomed or wrong. Just weird because you felt it happen with Jean.

Moreover, while you struggled to understand what you had felt, you were caught off guard and got caught looking as Jean’s eyes flickered over to you. You of course proceeded to look away as fast as humanly possible, and instead foolishly looked down at the food in your bowl in hopes he wouldn’t notice. But you werent blind, or dumb, he obviously met your eyes for that quick second before you could look away—fucking embarrassing that’s what that is.

“Are you going to eat? Or are you going to watch your food get cold?” Levi startled you.

“No.” You snap your eyes up to meet his gaze.

“No, what?” He deadpanned.

You shake your head. “No. I’ll eat.” You return your gaze to your food and scoop some up, but just before you could bring the spoon up to your mouth, you drop a hold of the wooden spoon and once again meet Levi’s gaze to ask him a serious question. “Levi, is it,” you pause and sigh, dropping your eyes to your bowl once more. “…is it right to kill people? I mean we’re supposed to save humanity, not kill them. So is what we’re doing, right?”

Even if you were willing to…kill someone in order to save Jean, in that moment your mind and your body were fueled by this instinct. It was only because at that time your mind wasn’t a clustered mess filled with overthinking, guilt and hesitation, your mind was abundantly clear with what you needed to do. But now that you were sitting, the confusing mess in your head returned and doubled in size. You just wanted to clear your mind again, but in a different way with actual answers to assure yourself with. Even if those questions made Levi have to think of a clear answer.

He exhaled deeply and tried to answer your heavy question, but how could he give you a clear answer when he didn’t even know? He could lie and say it was so you wouldn't hesitate and end up the one dead, but he couldn’t lie to you, or any of his squad members. He promised you the truth ever since you were a little girl, he’s lived to that promise even when things got too difficult for you to comprehend. But he’s always had the truth even if he did sometimes avoid saying it. The only difference now was that he didn’t know what that truth was. There was nothing to avoid, there was just a disappointing answer he could give you.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, and heard you exhale deeply with discontent. He wished he had the answer, but he didn’t.

You nod. “Okay.” You then sit in silence while you eat your food, not paying attention anymore to what happened around you until Levi broke the deafening silence moments later.

“What’s wrong? This grimy place kill your appetite?” Levi directed at Armin.

“No.” Said boy shook his head. “Jean, there’s something I don’t understand.”

Jean lifts his head and queries. “What’s that?”

“When I shot that gun to save you. I honestly thought I didn't make it in time.” Armin shared, “sorry, but why was I the one who shot first?”

You lift your head and lift your eyes to look at Jean, seeing him lower his head, and squeeze his eyes shut as his breath trembled while he remembered what happened. “That’s…”

“Because the other person hesitated,” Levi interjected. “It’s true.”

Jean’s eyes flew open and widened from the disbelief he felt at the sound of Levi’s words. He was quick to lose the surprise and instead grow serious. Even if you caught the falter in his voice. “Armin, I’m sorry…I should’ve done what I had to do.”

“I know what it is,” Armin spoke glumly. “The person that I killed…I bet they were a nice person. Someone that was much more human than I am. I pulled the trigger so easily…I did…I’m—”

“Armin,” Levi cut him off. “You’ve got blood on your hands now. You can’t go back to who you were.”

“Why would you say that?” Mikasa remarked.

“Embrace the new you.” Levi continued, “just think, if your hands were still clean…Jean wouldn't be here right now.” He paused for a moment to let silence fill the space so Armin and everyone else would understand his words. “I’ll tell you why you pulled the trigger…Because your comrade was about to die. Armin. Thanks to you getting blood on your hands, nobody on our squad ended up dead. Thank you.”

“Captain Levi.” Jean chimes in after, his eyes facing the light before him and his eyebrows furrowing and losing the uneasiness that were expressed in his face before. “I thought it was wrong to be fighting other humans. And wrong for you to order us to do it. I was afraid to be hurting other people. But…I’m the one who was wrong. Next time. I’ll shoot.”

“I never said anything about who was right, or wrong.” Levi countered, making your eyes drift over to him. “I don’t even know myself. Are you really the one in the wrong?” Levi briefly met Jean’s gaze that proceeded to widen right as he let out a shocked gasp. Neither of them said anything else on the matter, Levi left it at that before he stood up. “Now then, it’s about time we hear what he has to say.” Levi refers to the man you had taken down earlier today, a man you caught now, was Dimo Reeves.

Albeit before you could listen to the rest of the interrogation, Sasha returned inside and tapped your shoulder to gain your attention, “your turn. It should be quiet since the sun is setting.”

“Right.” You sigh and turn to head out. “I saved you some soup I made.” You point to the shitty dented pot on a box. “Eat up.”

Sasha grinned and then sped off past you to do as you said without an ounce of hesitation, letting you proceed to walk off outside and take your guarding post in silence.

Even if you knew time in this place was going to come to an end soon, Levi didn’t want to take any risks and be suddenly attacked, so he assigned a guardwatch outside the storage doors. And honestly even if you were out alone, whilst the sun left and the darkness of the night came, you didn’t mind being outside, it left you with time to think.

What's wrong?—you look up to the beautiful, fierce orange and yellow painted sky, and lean your head back on the brick wall—what’s right? I wish there was a clear answer, or at least something besides “I don’t know.”—It’s not as simple as what you wanted, but it would be something you could wrap your head around and understand.

It would be something.

You exhale deeply and drop your head to look at the dirt ground below your feet. Finding solace in the silence under the evening sky, until your peaceful silence was broken by a sudden long, and sharp whistle that sounded from an alleyway across from you.

“Hey, look at you.” A husky voice then broke through, causing you to snap your head up and look at the alley way. Spotting no one. Yet. “You’ve grown, baby Uri.”

Your eyes narrow on a figure that formed now that it was closer, and your hands wrapped around your hilts. “Now, now.” The voice scoffs. “Has that runt of yours not told you not to bring blades to a gunfight?”A bright gleam shines in the alleyway after the light of a nearby lamp hits the shotguns in the person's hands.

Under the light, you could also distinguish the figure stopping just at the end of the alleyway. You recognized that it was a tall, slim, intimidating old man with a hat on his long hair, and his eyes focused on you while his lips turned to a smirk. You intended to step back, but he pointed his gun at you before you could think of running to get Levi.

“Go in, or shout and I’ll tell my comrades to jump in and kill everyone inside. Be a good girl and stay quiet.” The man threatened.

Instead of showing fear; something you deeply felt in your bones at the moment, you instead narrow your gaze to a glare and lower your voice to a cold, intimidating tone. “Who the fuck are you?”

The man stepped forward and snickered, shaking his head and the shotgun in his hand. “Tsk. Now is that any way to talk to your papa?”

Your attempts at being intimidating, cold and unbothered dropped as everything went completely still and quiet. All except for the sound of your in disbelief grumble. “What?”

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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Could I please get option 2! Angst and fluff?

The reader and Eren had been dating for years, everyone thought they were end game, until he went all you know season 4 Eren so she left him. He’s still in love with her so when he comes back he tries to get back with her, he also tries to kiss her and Jean sees and he like “hell no” and pushes Eren away because the reader and Jean are now happily together?

I hope that makes sense ☺️

A/N; ooo I like this idea! I changed it just bit to make it a little more dramatic, hope that’s okay!

Warnings; Slight toxic relationship; mentions of hooking up/no detail; some language; possible spoilers for season 4 if you have no watched it yet; Angst; some fluff.

Please enjoy~🍰

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“Do you really think the future will be different for us?“ you asked Eren as you walked along the dirt road hand in hand. Pulling your hand towards him so you walked in his arms he answers

“As long as I’m here,“ he stopped and turned to you “we’ll have the future you always dreamed of“ he kissed your forehead gently

“The one with a house, a dog and 2 kids?“ you giggle looking into his deep green eyes. It was true you wanted that future with Eren, one where you were finally happy together. After everything was over

“That and more“ just as he was about to lean in to kiss you Jean passed by

“There they go again. All lovey dovey“

“Hey at least I got someone!“ Eren retorted back making you all laugh. Before taking off Eren pulled you into a quick but love filled kiss. You hear them making sick sounds from your display of affection. Maybe everyone was right...maybe he was the hope for the future...

However, that was 4 years ago. When things still seemed to have hope, now you were at a base waiting for the return of the scouts as a medic in the same scenario you never wanted to see. 4 years later you were back to war, and chaos. What was worse was Eren, he was just so distant and cold now, he wasn’t the same. Even your relationship was strained. He was never abusive or anything but he wasn’t the same boy you had fallen for.

You were the only person who knew about him siding with Zeke. Whatever happened to finding peace? Ending the war? Living your happy future? He had the told you it wouldn’t happen since his life was now limited. He even thought of giving you his titan once he passed. It was just all too much for you, which lead to you leaving him about 2 years ago.

It broke your heart but for the sake of your mind and heart, this was better. Sleeping alone was something new, and something you didn’t like at all. He wanted you to stay though, he still loved you. There were even a few occasions where you’d still visit him and even slept over. You had stopped when the mission had started to go into process. And slowly and painfully, you felt that old love for him die along with your old self.

Now marking 4 years you were someone different, and everyone had noticed it. Some of them even became a bit protective of you knowing how Eren had changed. Levi gave you different assignments, you were moved to the infirmary, and Jean was even in the picture now. When you ha first broken up he found you crying alone. Instead of hiding it you had only busted into more tears.

He was there for you more than anyone, he even told you to get better you had to stop seeing him. Long story short you had gotten very close, and he eventually made his move. You gave him a chance and things went better than you anticipated. He treated you well, he was respectful and very loving. He was honestly very cute with how flustered he would become with you. No one else knew about you both except for Connie and Sasha. You couldn’t let this get to Eren, who knows what he would have done.

When he had left you felt so lonely and you were worried about him. Of course he was strong and a great fighter but, he also put others before himself which worried you. As for him, he was happy you stayed home where he knew you were safe. As soon as you could see the airship your heart was pounding. With excitement, fear, hope and so many other emotions. But as soon as they came out Eren was in custody, grim faces, and a body, not to mention 2 kids...

Jean comes over to you with a straight face. He first embraces you over everything else. To feel you in his arms again was like grounding himself to reality that he was still alive.

“Jean?“ you asked

“...I’m sorry...“ he sniffed. Taking a head count there was one missing, Sasha. That body...it couldn’t have been...unless those kids were..

Pain was something you knew all too well. Yet this pain of losing someone was familiar yet more painful than anything. You didn’t have all the time in the world to mourn though, you had to tend to injured soldiers. Everyone wasn’t seriously hurt, a few scrapes and bruises but nothing more. After everyone was patched up you wanted to see Jean. You asked to see him or any injuries, which he actually had a few, just some scratches. You ask him to come to your room for more privacy.

“Come on take your shirt off“ you said grabbing some swabs and disinfectant

“you just want me to be shirtless“ he said with weak humor. You softly giggle but you know he wasn’t completely okay. Lifting up his head by his chin you make him look at you. You didn’t need any words as you lean down and kiss him gently. The kiss lingers just for a bit as his hands glide up to your waist and brings you down into his lap.

“being out there in war is the last thing I ever want to see. But if it means that I get to come back to you I'll give you a hundred times“ he whispered to you with one more kiss to your soft lips. Without moving from your place in his lab, you continue to clean and patch up the small scrapes on his chest. After you were done he laid with you in bed for the night.

The next morning you had to go and see Eren. You had to make sure he didn’t seriously injure himself or trying to at the moment. Of course there would be someone there with you just to be sure you were safe. And of all people it was Jean, now you were in a basement with you ex-boyfriend, and current boyfriend. He reluctantly opens the cells and lets you in.

“Y/N, it’s been a while. You look good“ he said eyeing you up and down, almost as if it were only you and him there.

“Please sit Eren. Did you hit your body in anyway?“ you ask feeling his shoulders and back; no broken bones

“No...“

“Hands please“ you hold yours out and take a hold of his large ones. They bring back a nostalgic feeling, you check them and see nothing wrong. You check other things like his eyes, head, hearing and he was in perfect health. Packing up your few things you tell him

“Well, you’re completely healthy and that should be because of your titan powers. If you start feeling sick make sure to tell the guard to get me.” before you could walk out he grabs your hand.

“Y/N wait“ he pulled you back a little

“Eren-“

“I still love you damn it!“ he cuts you off spinning your around. He meant it. He really did. It’s just you had moved on, and found a new light after seeing who he truly was. He still wanted you to be his.

“Eren let me go.” you try to shake him off

“Don’t you understand I’m doing this for us? So that we can finally be free together“ He holds you close and inches towards your face “whatever happened to us? Our future?“ he whispered

You shut your eyes hoping for all this to be some crazy dream. You expected for a forceful kiss to crash on your lips but it never came. Opening your eyes Jean had put himself between you both. Moving your hand out of the way and pushing you behind him

“She said, let go.“ Jean said sternly keeping his ground. Your hand gripped the back of his long coat to keep him from taking any hits.

“Who the hell are you in this situation?” Eren sneered

“A guy who can actually love her the way she should be loved.” he barked right back

“Y/N.” he called but you didn’t answer “I know you too damn well, now get-”

“I love him Eren! H-he’s been caring for me when I was down and I love him“ while Jean had his cheeks flustered from your profession of love Eren’s heat in rage. Whatever God was out there, more guards had come after hearing the shouting.

“The hell is going on in here” Levi spoke up seeing you behind Jean and the tension of the room spoke for itself. “You two out and upstairs now.” he said sternly. He had to be the cold captain to mask his worry about you both. Jean puts you in front of him and escorts you out of the cell and you could faintly hear

“i fucking loved you....“

Getting you upstairs as fast as he could he walks you into a small office and locks the door. After locking the door he turns to you and embraces you into his chest

“Did he hurt you? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?“ he asked cheking your head and wrists

“Im okay Jean...“ you say almost quietly “Just...“ you hold back

“I won’t force you to say anything...but I’m here for you, okay?“ he tries to comfort you

You step forward and crash your forehead on to his chest. “hold me?” you didn’t mean for it to sound weak and broke but you were just shaken at the moment. He took you into his arms in mere seconds. Walking slowly backwards he sits on a couch with you in his lap. He held you tightly almost as if you were going to be ripped form his arms. He’d press kisses every now and then to your head and whisper things like

“I love you“

“You’re so strong“

“no one will ever hurt you“

It still hurt. It was still there. Maybe you weren’t as strong as you thought or wanted to be. Yet, at this moment you felt the safest you ever have in a long time. Jean’s warmth, his scent, his whole aura engulfed you. Almost like you were in a safety blanket, one that protected you from the world. Even from someone who was once your world...

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I hope this was okay! ❤️

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ukeishin · 3 years

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— where did you go?

note: first attack on titan fic on this account!! im excited, but at the same time nervous??? pls be nice lol.

pairing: eren yeager & gender neutral (bff!) reader

word count: 1437

warning: angst, reader has neglectful parents, brief gore, aot 112 spoilers

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When you think about your childhood, the first thing that comes to mind is the Yeager household.

Your parents were admittedly not the best. They were neglectful to say the least, and often left you to your own devices, not caring for what sort of trouble you may find yourself in. As long as you didn’t do anything that had the Garrison at their front door, they didn’t care what you did. You took advantage of that fact and spent the majority of your days outside of the stifling walls of your home, exploring the district of Shiganshina. It was during one of these days that you had stumbled upon Eren Yeager, or rather he had stumbled upon you.

You had been walking down a quiet side street, minding your business, when a boy had come barrelling through and knocked you to the ground. He landed on top of you with a yelp while you grunted in pain at the rough impact of your back suddenly connecting with the dirt ground.

“Eren!” A high feminine voice calls out before a series of quickening footsteps rang throughout the air until a woman stands above both you and the boy still lying on top of you. He groans, eyes widening when he realizes that there’s someone underneath him, and scrambles as quickly as he can off of you. “This is why you shouldn’t run off like that,” the woman chides the boy, who cries out when she pinches his ear.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” She turns your attention to you, a worried expression across her face as she offers a hand to you. You’re unsure of how to react with the sudden concern for your well-being and give her a jerky nod in response.

“I’m alright, ma’am,” you say, wincing when she helps ease you back up to your feet. Her brows knit together when she sees the flash of pain that crosses your face.

“Oh dear, you skinned your palms,” she mutters. Her hands are gentle against yours as she flips your palms face up to get a better look at them. Your face warms as you attempt to withdraw your hands from her loose grip.

“It’s alright,” you sputter out, a bit uncomfortable that a stranger is treating you so kindly. The boy, who you presume to be Eren, stands beside the woman, peering at your hands that now hang loosely by your side.

“You’re bleeding,” he points out. “My dad says stuff like that can get infected if you don’t treat it properly.”

You choke on your own spit at the thought of your wounds getting infected.

“Eren, you’re going to scare the poor child by saying that,” the woman reprimands. In a much gentler voice, she turns back to you: “Those scrapes look rather painful. I’d like to make sure they get cleaned, especially since my son here knocked you over.” She punctuates the word son with a stern look addressed at Eren, who huffs and looks away while color floods his cheeks.

“Our home isn’t too far away and my husband is a doctor who can take a look at your palms.” You pause, thinking it over. You really don’t want to be a problem for this nice lady, but your palms are beginning to sting a lot. She must notice your hesitation because she gives you a reassuring smile. “I insist, honey.”

“Okay,” you slowly say, causing the woman to beam at you.

“My name’s Carla Yeager and this is my son Eren,” she introduces as she begins to lead you back to their home. You give your name as well, and small talk is made on the walk. Carla inquires about your family, but quickly moves on from the topic when she notices how uncomfortable the subject makes you. Eren interjects at one point and you slip into an easy conversation with the boy.

Once you arrive at their home and Carla explains the situation to her husband, who regards you with a friendly expression, he motions for you to sit down in front of him so he can take a look at your hand. In no time, Grisha gently disinfects the shallow scrapes, prompting you to grimace at the stinging sensation, and then carefully wraps your palms up.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Yeager,” you say once he’s finished. You shift around in your seat, unsure of what to do now that he’s done. Picking up on your restlessness from the kitchen, Carla suggests that you go play with Eren, who doesn’t look displeased with the idea and grabs your wrist before heading out the door.

That was your first introduction to the Yeager family.

Eren and you quickly became friends, and it wasn’t long until your presence in the Yeager household came to be expected. Although you liked to skirt around the subject, Grisha and Carla were aware of your relationship with your parents and always assured you that you were more than welcome at their home no matter what. You were Eren’s first friend, but soon your duo became a trio when you two had defended Armin from some bullies and then a quartet when the Yeagers took in Mikasa after the murder of her parents.

Your childhood is full of fond memories. Helping Carla and Mikasa with the laundry, despite Carla’s insistence that you didn’t have to. Attentively listening to Grisha patiently explain how to treat minor cuts and bruises given that your group of friends tends to find themselves in trouble of one sort or another. Running around the streets of Shiganshina with your friends and relaxing beside one of the canals underneath the heat of the afternoon sun. Eating meals with the Yeagers, unable to quell the overwhelming happiness that you have people in your life that are like a real family to you.

But good things never last, do they?

You’re reminded of this fact when Hannes drags you away from the one place you considered home as you can do nothing but watch as Carla Yeager gets eaten by a Titan.

You’ll never forget the sickening sound of her bones breaking as the Titan squeezed her in its hand nor the feeling of her warm blood spraying onto your face as it bit down onto her torso. The image of Carla Yeager being eaten is seared into your memory from that point onward and haunts your dreams nearly every night.

It’s been years since that day. You, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin have stuck together ever since then. You’re older now. Aged and weary despite still being a teenager. You suppose that’s what fighting does to you. That’s what war does.

Eren. The person you’ve known ever since you were a child. A man who’s been your best friend for over a decade, and someone you consider to be family. You can barely recognize him now. The empty look in his eyes and the lack of emotion and care when you speak to him is disconcerting. The light in his eyes has been snuffed out and your heart aches.

You hurt for the ten year old boy who was forced to watch his mother eaten in front of him. The fifteen year old who had a burden much too large placed upon his shoulders. The nineteen year old who firmly believes that this is the only way.

He’s your family, and you so badly want to understand why. Why is he doing this? Why is he going down this path? You can understand his point of view, but it’s not right. You know it’s not right. Innocent people shouldn’t have to die. Not like the residents of Shiganshina did, like your neglectful parents did, like Carla Yeager did.

The man who stands before you is nearly unrecognizable. Where did your best friend go?

Because this man is not him. This is not the same boy who proclaimed he would always protect you no matter what. The boy who had fire in his eyes and determination in his veins to ensure that nobody else would have to experience the horror of the Titans.

Eren Yeager would not sit across a table and be so cruel to tear his closest friends to shreds. He would not attack Armin, saying that he was mindlessly carrying Bertholdt’s will by visiting Annie so often. He would not doubt Mikasa’s care for him, by calling her a slave to her Ackerman blood.

And Eren Yeager would not stare at you with emotionless eyes and calmly tell you that it should’ve been you that was eaten that day instead of his mother.

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blehbleehhhh · 5 years

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A Hero and His Heroine <3

idkwhatimdoingsometimes requests: Hi! I love your eremika fanfics and I was wondering if you could do like a comfort/fluff thing where they bandage each others wounds? You can put in smut if you like Love u❤️ thanks xxxxx

Thank you for being such a devoted reader! I love you too! 😍 ❤️ I’m so sorry that this took forever to writejjsidneidnosjfj .-. Their playful dialog is entirely inspired by conversations I have with my husband haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys the fluff and smut.

It truly didn't make much sense. Thunder rumbled around the squads patrolling on their steeds despite a clearly beautiful, early November morning sky that bore no clouds, and it got progressively louder as the soldiers were inundated with titans, kicking up rocks and debris that easily injure any puny human that happened to be nearby. The familiar sound of snapping trees was coming from so many directions, that nobody could easily discern one to focus on or even avoid - anything to get ahead of these assholes laying waste to humanity at any chance they can get. So, when an abnormal suddenly appeared, there was a fleeting thought in nearly everyone's mind that this titan is nothing more than bait to keep them concentrated to one area and not only make it much more difficult to flee but, most importantly, wipe them all out. Their best option is to fight as many as possible until there's an opportunity to get away on horseback - one after the other, soldiers took off from their horses' backs with plenty of gas and fresh blades to partake in the rightful slaughter, including a hero and his heroine.

The power couple expertly shredded through napes with precise, calculated movements learned from their heavily distinguished squad leader - one of them snarling under his breath because he's just as aggressive when destroying titans in his human form, while the other maintained an irritated expression despite being fairly good about keeping emotions in check during battle provided that her hero remained alive. But off to the west, Captain Levi spotted another wave of titans over the horizon, knocking down countless trees and causing more ground shaking, thunderous sounds. With an angry sigh he wiped blood from his forehead using the shoulder part of his jacket, slowly shaking his head as he prepared to activate the gas for his gear. "Retreat, brats! Find a horse and get the fuck out of here, now!" Whoever remained alive was soon on a frantic search for a horse that had managed to stay with the herd, then they were back where they started except this time they were pushing them forward with desperation - some people fighting off tears, some cursing like sailors, and some were completely focused as they struggled to remain calm in death's clutches. Luck was on their side, however, thanks to the now setting sun that allowed them to put enough of a distance from the titans that they could make it back with not nearly as many casualties as originally suspected, though everyone had some kind of injury ranging from flesh wounds to broken bones and dislocated joints, some people were even brought back to the barracks by an able body. Witnessing the brutal deaths of their comrades had left an unpleasant taste in people's mouths, the sound that comes from crunching of bones between a pair of destructive titan jaws isn't one you get accustomed to.

With the hero and his heroine once again safely locked away in Eren's bedroom, they can finally treat one another's wounds using the helpful warmth of candlelight and the full moon perched high in a sky filled with stars, shining through a window above where he sits on the desk's edge with his hands already roaming her body. From where she stands between his legs, it's easy for Mikasa to reach the deep cut on the left side of his forehead with a washcloth, to gently wipe off any caked on blood mixed with dirt, mud, and small rocks that had been flung into his flesh. But he's never exactly been one to make the process of getting his injuries treated a simple task since they started dating, after all, it's simply too easy for him to let his playful side come out, which is something they could both use after a day like today.

“Thank you for coming back to me."

"My pleasure, baby." Eren watched with a smirk as she reached behind him to rinse off the washcloth, very clearly ignoring his face though he knows she can see the way he's looking at her from the corner of her eye as he pulled up the back of her dirty uniform button up.

"Eren," Mikasa giggled when he immediately responded by grabbing her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze before slowly exploring the curves with his hands, pushing the edges of her shirt around to caress her skin. "Cut it outtt..." The young shifter chuckled at the sudden change in her voice that indicated to him her amusement with his playful actions, possibly because it's coming from the boy she's loved for as long as she can remember, who hasn't ever been like this until about two years ago.

"Can I kiss you now? This sucks." He smirked, lightly rubbing across the top of her belt as antibacterial cream was gently dotted on top of his wound. And as he studied her beautiful face, Eren realized that he could easily do this all day - mess with her, teasing her, anything as long as it's with his heroine. Oh, he knows how much she loves and appreciates this attention from him, something that has been long overdue, something they both get a lot of good from, finally acknowledging and freely sharing flirtatious urges with one another behind closed doors. Mikasa gently placed a bandage on his forehead as he unbuttoned her trousers to make it easier for himself to slip his hands down behind the material and grip onto her ass, because he knows how badly she wants him too since she's making it very clear how much she enjoys this, desperately fighting off a grin by biting down on her lower lip. "How about now?"

"You can survive another five minutes..."

"No, I honestly don't think I will," Eren laughed, a sound so rare that really only his girlfriend has the privilege of hearing often when they're alone together. "I've already forgotten how good of a kisser you are." The girl giggled as both of his hands slid up over her trousers to pop her ass over the fabric once, twice, then a third time, gripping onto her while she finished applying the bandage that is now mostly covered with his shaggy, brown hair.

"Why are you so obsessed with my ass?"

"Because your body is divine. Why are you so obsessed with the pronounced veins in my arms and my hands?"

"Because I think it's sexy!"

"Yeah, and, I think you're sexy! Let's just leave it at that."

"Stop..."

"Do you actually want me to stop? Or are you acting more adorable because you're bashful?"

"Oh, no, by all means continue being flirty. I love it when you're like this."

"I love you."

"Shut up, I love you more.." Mikasa smiled as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck and slowly leaned in to engage him in a sweet, loving smooch, allowing herself to be pulled closer into his solid form so he could deepen their kiss. With a small giggle she gently pulled back, only to be popped on the ass again in playful retaliation. "You can have more after we're done with treating each other's wounds, okay?"

"Oh, fine."

"Good boy."

"Good girls don't tell their boyfriend that they're a good boy, Mikasa."

"Did I miss that girlfriend meeting?" She grinned when he chuckled in response, reaching behind him to wring out the rag and carefully pressed it to a large slice on his shoulder, making him hiss from the sudden sting because some of it has dry clots of blood from when the bleeding eventually ceased, and it had been opened. "I'm so sorry Eren, I'm almost done with this one but it seems to have opened back up.."

"I forgive you. But only because you're cute."

"Bully."

"Woah! Bully?"

"Yes," Mikasa giggled as she looked up from his shoulder to meet his eyes, and he smirked when she leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips then back down at her task with a smile. "Bully."

"Why?"

"I don't know..."

"I mean, I certainly don't mind sitting here staring at you," Eren smiled and allowed his hands to slowly wander along her sides, then up beneath her shirt. "But I can't promise I'll be a good boy and keep my hands to myself." The girl grinned while doing that thing he adores where she bites her lip and pokes her tongue out just the slightest, something she has always done whenever she's trying to focus. Mikasa chuckled and looked up into his eyes once more after the bleeding finally stopped, studying those dreamy emeralds as she lovingly touched his face with her petite, lightly calloused hands.

"You're so handsome, Eren..."

"Hey, only I get to be flirty."

"Why's that I wonder?" Mikasa smiled and reached for the antibiotic ointment then gently spread a dollop of on his shoulder wound, his arms bringing her closer to where he sat on the edge of the table so he can hide his face in her chest. "Is it because you're the one blushing now from me talking about how hot and attractive you are?"

"Fuck off, I'm not blushing."

"Well, I mean, you are all bandaged up now so technically, if you really wanted to, I guess you could just toss me on the bed..." It was clear to him that she had tried to say this as plainly as possible and it made him laugh. When he finally looked up at her with his classic smirk, she was struggling to maintain her gaze down at the bandage she's gently pressing flat to his shoulder and fighting off a grin.

"That wasn't blatantly obvious."

"As I said, Eren, you are painfully attractive."

"Knock it off," He laughed and quickly caught the fresh rag tossed at his face, watching how she strips out of her dirty uniform top in such a slow manner that it became abundantly clear she was screwing with him. "I'm the one who's painfully attractive, huh? Look at you!" His finger was suddenly under her chin, gently making her to look into his eyes. "You're ridiculously gorgeous. It should be illegal." She smiled as she leaned in to plant a kiss on his warm, soft lips and pulled him off the table by the hands to make him sit on a chair instead, sweeping her arm over the table to gather the supplies closer to him so she can straddle her boyfriend's lap while getting her own wounds treated.

"Let's just get this over with. I'm so close to getting naked to let you take me."

"Oh? What did I do to deserve such a kindness?"

"Because now that I have you, you’re extremely irresistible." Mikasa smiled as he carefully pushed her silky, shoulder length hair to the side from root to tip, making it easier for himself to reach one of the scrapes on the side of her neck so he can gently clean it with a washcloth. She just settled into his lap, watching with a smile as he fought off an amused grin and slowly shook his head, gazing lovingly at his face because she knows exactly how to make him laugh, a sound that is music to her ears.

“Knock it off, baby."

"But I'm not even doing anything!"

"Yes, yes you are. You're doing that whole cute thing again and I don't appreciate how distracting it is."

"I don't appreciate all of these outlandish accusations."

"Well, what do you appreciate?"

"I appreciate you."

"That's who not what, smart ass." Eren smiled as he carefully cut excess bandage with a pair of scissors and set them down on the desk beside them, lightly pressing the bandage flat against the side of her neck with his fingertips. She reached a hand up to push hair away from his eyes and grinned as she cradled his cheek in her palm. "Look, it's just the facts, Miki. You truly are the most ravishing creature that I've ever seen."

"Will you hurry up..." With a somehow seductive giggle, Mikasa bit her lower lip as she studied his handsome face, lightly tracing his lips with her thumb. Finally, it's her turn to be a tease, and she has every intention of taking this golden opportunity to enact revenge. And so with the lightest touch, her fingertips traced along his fantastic abs as he gently cleaned the dirt from her cheek to prepare two slices for treatment. Almost immediately he felt butterflies from her touch and it made him smile as her fingers roamed lower to his belt before they trailed up to his pecs, an action that made him shudder and it pleased her greatly. "How many cuts do I have? I think I covered four or five on you."

"Maybe three. You're mostly bruised, Mika. But I haven't, you know, checked anywhere else, so."

"Did you want to?" That's when those eyes flickered up to meet hers with a smirk as he gently bumped their foreheads together, planting a rapid succession of kisses to her beautiful smile.

"I know what you're doing and I want you to stop it now."

"But you're doing it back!"

"Yeah, and?"

"You're just pissy that I'm hitting on you."

"Eh, guilty."

"Don't be silly, Eren."

"I fail to see myself quitting that or any of my other shenanigans anytime soon."

"You know, there's a part of me that likes how I'm the only one who gets to see you behave this way," Mikasa giggled as his lips curved up into a smile, and he shook his head, carefully applying antibiotic ointment to the two slices in her cheek. "It's kind of like I have this secret lover nobody knows about." He chuckled as he wiped excess ointment from his finger with the rag and set it in the bowl of water beside them, reaching for one of the two bandages that he's already prepared.

"That's because you do. We didn't even have to tell Armin, he figured that shit out on his own. Not that I'm at all surprised."

"You shouldn't be. He's always been pretty observant."

"Well, it doesn't help that he almost caught us sneaking out that one night." Eren grinned as he gently flattened each bandage on her cheek and carefully cradled the other in his hand, making her blush as she giggled just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"If someone could have just waited another ten seconds and kept his hands to himself..."

"Excuse the fuck out of me for finding my hot girlfriend so ridiculously hard to resist."

"You're excused..." Mikasa flashed a playful grin and wrapped her arms around his neck with his shoulder wound in mind, letting out a soft moan from the pleasant warmth of his lips being crashed against hers; tongues dancing together between kisses and frequently inside of her mouth as his hands slowly explored her body, squeezing and grabbing her ass, body presses flush against his. And then his hands began to tug down on her already loosened trousers, making her giggle excitedly into their kiss as she tore away his greatest addiction with the cutest smile that honestly made his heart skip a beat.

"Do you even realize how beautiful you are?" Eren smiled as he stood with her in his arms and slowly wandered to the oversized twin bed in the corner of his tiny room where he could carefully lay the girl on her back, leaning in immediately until their lips met. She just chuckled as she playfully tugged the belt loops of his trousers and was already aware of the blush tinting her skin from his affections when she slowly pulled her lips away. "Are you aware of how many guys drool over you?"

"No," The girl giggled as she slowly rubbed her nose alongside his and allowed her hand to roam across his toned, naked back. "Because your opinion is all that matters to me. I don't care what other guys think."

"You know, I honestly didn't think I'd ever get to do this again..." He breathed to her lips in his already husky voice and kissed them softly as she sunk her fingers into his hair, pressing her hand into his low back while they slowly grind their clothed sex's against one another. She sighed happily into his mouth as Eren tugged on her already loosened trousers and tore his lips away so he could pull them down her legs. "There were so many titans back there that I figured we were all screwed for sure."

"I think if the other squads hadn't been nearby to help we would have been killed."

"You know what else I wouldn't have the privilege of ever doing again if we'd been killed?" Eren smiled as he tugged down on her panties and tossed them on the growing pile in the corner of her room, watching her lust filled eyes as a grin teased her lips. He dropped onto his stomach and spread her legs so he could clearly see the glistening, pink skin between them. "Eat you out." She bit her lower lip to hide her amusement and watched his eyes as he leaned in to drag his tongue through the wetness, eliciting a pleasurable sigh from deep in her body. Once, twice, a third time he licked from bottom to her clit and planted a kiss on the sensitive bud with a smirk because she's already squirming. "Someone's a little excited."

"Again, babe, painfully attractive..."

"Hey." He smiled as he dove into her sweet spot, making her hand fly up to catch the moan bubbling up from her gut because he's using his tongue and his lips in tandem and it feels phenomenal. With a muffled, soft moan she shivered when she felt his hands on her stomach, one of his thumbs slowly rubbing across her smooth skin as he pressed her hips into the mattress.

"Ohhh.." Mikasa whimpered just loud enough for him to hear and smiled as his hand wandered up to squeeze one of her breasts, placing hers overtop so she can make him squeeze harder. "Oh, yes..." He sealed his lips around her clit and suckled as he focused his fingers on her nipple, gently squeezing the sensitive nub, an action that made her gasp softly as she reached down to sink her fingers into his hair. "ErenErenErennn!" She moaned as he quickly shook his head, effectively rubbing her clit with his lips because he knows exactly what she needs and how to touch her. With a highly erotic sound, Mikasa struggled in his arms, squirming and wiggling as she came hard, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle her noises and gently tugged at his hair. He immediately returned to using his tongue and his lips, eagerly lapping at the accumulation of her sweet nectar from his ministrations, sending her over the edge all over again. Eren smirked inwardly as he wiggled his tongue over her clit and proudly listened to her whimpering, and she arched her back, releasing more of her wetness with a muffled cry into her hand. And then her body collapsed with a pleasurable sigh as he slowly kissed up an incredibly well defined stomach, the hand on her mouth sliding up into her sweaty hair to push it away from her face. Mikasa giggled, his lips slowly kissing up her chest as it quickly rises and falls. "You're so good at that.." He smirked against her skin as he buried his face in her neck, suckling on a spot that will easily be covered later with his scarf. Their scarf. She moaned softly and bit her lip as she reached between them to fumble with his trousers, pushing them down for him to finish the job by kicking them off until they landed on the floor, his mouth slowly pulling away from her neck so he can look into her eyes.

"I'm crazy about you."

"I know..." Mikasa grinned as he leaned in to kiss her inviting lips and placed her hand on his incredible abs to gently trace down until she could slip her hand beneath his boxers to gently touch the sensitive head of his cock, sending a mix between a muffled chuckle and a moan into her mouth. She pulled away slowly and trailed kisses down his chin until she could kiss his neck, easily one of his biggest weaknesses that always drives him wild. "Get on your back..." He smirked as he slipped a hand down between her legs to touch the wetness and to hear her moan and slid two of his fingers inside, thrusting them quickly, making her hips rise as she moaned helplessly just loud enough for him to hear.

"You're lucky that you're so hot or I wouldn't let you get away with bossing me around..." He smiled as she squirmed beneath him, whimpering and clawing at his broad shoulders until he suddenly removed his fingers before she had the chance to climax, making her body collapse on the bed.

"Because I don't remember any of that from

before you asked me out..."

"Now, you listen here, smart ass." Eren chuckled at the sound of her giggle as he leaned in to kiss her, more than happy to allow her to push down his boxers so he could shimmy out of them and kick them off the bed. She reached between them to stroke his length and smiled against his lips when he groaned as the head was guided through the wetness, slowly pulling away with a soft moan to gaze up into his eyes when he gently pushed himself inside of the tight heat.

"You're so hard.."

"You love that," He smirked at the sight of a grin teasing her lips as he began to move his hips which immediately put that grin on full display, her eyes rolling back and squeezing shut. "Don't you?" Mikasa hummed in response as she wrapped her legs around his back and brought them up until they were both moaning because he's reaching so much deeper, making him hang his head, thrusting into her faster than before. She smiled with a gasp and whimpered when her climax took over, squirming and clawing at the sheets as she opened her eyes to see his already watching her with an amused grin.

"Oohh, yes..."

"You feel so good, Miki -" But his girlfriend had reached up and cradled that handsome face in her hands to bring his lips down to hers, making him swallow the little moans constantly escaping her mouth because he's slamming into her so hard that she's already reached climax again. The sensation was so incredible that he just had to stop and enjoy the feeling of her contracting and releasing him, an action that's always made her squirm in the best way. Her kisses grew frantic as she wrapped her arms around his neck when he started slow and quickly gained pace again, making her whimper into their kiss as she pulled away. With a mutually dreamy, half lidded gaze they studied each other's eyes as her soft moans filled the air around them. "I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacum!" He whispered breathlessly as she reciprocated his thrusts and moaned with her when he slammed into her, squirting his juices as far as he could possibly go, and he even managed to make her climax once more.

“Ooh, Eren, yes!”

"Fuck!" He chuckled and leaned in to plant a kiss on her smile as he slipped his hands beneath the pillow. "Good girl..." The raven grinned as he allowed his body to rest on top of hers and buried his face in the side of her neck while he catches his breath, letting out a small, pleasurable groan when he was pushed out. Eren trailed slow kisses up her neck and focused his lips on one of the many ticklish spots she has, making her giggle as she slipped her fingers up the back of his neck and into his soft hair, both aware of their racing hearts beating against the other’s chest and it was extremely comforting.

Because Eren is her hero, and Mikasa is his heroine.

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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💚 See Me Now 💚

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XII. Drunk

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Hange was laughing so hard.

So hard, that it was irritating the shit out of Levi.

"Will you shut the fuck up?!" he said through gritted teeth.

"I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it!" she was treating the wounds on his fist, cleaning it and putting a bandage around it. She was readjusting the bandage when she squeezed his broken knuckles by accident.

"Ouch! Fuck! Will you be careful, shitty - eyes?"

Hange was still laughing hysterically. "S-sorry,... Hahaha!"

Levi rolled his eyes.

After what happened in his office earlier, he couldn't go back there, knowing that (F/N) would still be there. And probably still angry at him.

"Anyway, that's what you get for insulting a woman, Levi."

"What did you say?"

Hange finally let go of his hand and took away her medicinal kit. He couldn't go to the infirmary to get his injury checked, for the nurse might get suspicious on how he actually got his wounds. His secret might be revealed, then. So, he had no other choice but to go to Hange's office to have it treated. He was actually quite regretting the decision he made to have the mad scientist treat him a few minutes later after telling her everything that happened between him and (F/N) an hour ago.

And she was still laughing like mad at him.

I swear, if I get my strength back,...

"What I mean to say is that we women are kind and patient. Just don't test our kindness and patience or even make us mad. You will surely regret it if you do. (F/N) is no exception to that. That's what you get for making her mad."

Levi looked at her and finally decided to ask her the one question he dreaded so much. "Is she always like that? That girl?"

"(F/N)? What do you mean by that?"

Levi looked away, embarrassed. No other female in his life has given him a total backlash of insults like what (F/N) did, not even Mikasa. The gloomy brat would just glare at him with murderous intent for ordering Eren around, but that's about it.

(F/N), on the other hand, may be timid and obedient. But, damn, the wrath she displayed,...

...she was even creepier than Mikasa, herself.

"What I mean to say is, does she always get angry like that? I mean, she's your subordinate, and all, you must've known her for quite a long time."

Hange smiled. It was actually the first time that he asked her about (F/N).

Levi,... seemed to have learned his lesson, she thought. But, that injury! If he didn't infuriate (F/N) in the first place, it would surely not get this bad.

"I've known (F/N) for almost two months, yes." she stood up and went to her desk to fetch herself some sweet treats. "She's a very quiet and shy person. As you may have witnessed, yes, she's weak compared to other girls here. But, she more than makes up for it with hard work and dedication to her job, which are the two things that others lack in this line of profession." She went back to the pink sofa where Levi was currently sitting and offered him a treat. He shook his head in refusal and she just plopped back down beside him, eating the treat she offered him. "But, you know, it was actually the first time I've heard her act like that. Considering the fact that, well,..."

Hange was hesitating but, Levi knew exactly what she was being hesitant about.

"I heard you, you know." he said. "That day when,..."

Hange looked at him and immediately realized what he was talking about. "Oh. So, you really heard us?"

He nodded. "Was it true, though? Does (L/N) like me?"

The scientist grinned at him. "What kind of a question is that? Of course, she does! Frankly speaking, after what you did to her, I strongly opposed her attraction towards you. I mean, come on, you know what I'm talking about. You keep pushing her away, and she knows it. And yet,... I don't know if she's just plain obsessed with you, or she just had a deep reason for hanging around you long enough until this,..."

The man absorbed all this, not making any objections of some sort. He was actually used to hearing stories about numerous girls who adore him to the point of obsession. But, he somehow felt that (F/N) was different. He knew it from the first time he met her.

"Those stories I heard from her batch, that she seduced her way to the Trainee Corps and that she was always referred to as a slut because of it, it honestly affected how I see her as a person. I thought that she even had you, Erwin and the others from your Squad bewitched because you all seem to give her special treatment. Particularly you. And Erwin."

Hange made an effort to keep her mouth shut. They were under the orders of the former Scouting Legion Commander to keep their mouths shut regarding the true reason of (F/N)'s presence in the group. They may have blundered one of his orders, but this time, Hange would not fail.

Levi,... must never know about it.

"Why? Doesn't she deserve it? She's willing to learn as a Scout, and we're doing the best we can to educate her. It's the best we can do for someone as dedicated and selfless as her. You, Levi, will never understand it, since you have not the slightest idea of her abilities, its possible worth to us,... or even her past, for that matter."

And that's just scratching the whole truth.

Levi crossed his arms. He was fully aware that Hange was not telling her the whole thing. "Her past?"

"Yeah."

"And what about her past?"

"Not telling."

Levi clicked his tongue, stood up and opened the door. "Thanks." he simply said and left her office.

If Hange would not tell him, he would find a way to know it, himself.

******

Erwin knocked for the third time at the door.

"Please, come in." a little female voice finally said.

Erwin entered and what greeted him inside awed him. Levi's office,... was so clean and tidy that he could even go to sleep on the floor without getting even a speck of dirt in his person.

But, where could Levi be?

"Here are the next documents to be filled out." he handed it to the girl, who was still wearing her cleaning outfit. She took it and put it on the desk. He noticed Levi's gear there. And he was a hundred percent sure that it has never looked that shiny before.

(F/N) felt guilty after what she did to Levi. A part of her was telling her that the awful man deserved it, and a part of her was crying out loud to her, regretting her impulsive actions. Levi is sick. He was probably only acting like that because he badly wanted to have his strength back, plus he was getting more and more frustrated because he could no longer do the things he normally does. Like cleaning.

I should've been more patient to him. This is all my fault!

Erwin felt the girl's unusual silence and decided to know the reason behind it. "(F/N), where is Levi?"

The girl looked as though she was about to cry. His suspicions were right on. "Did he do something to you?"

(F/N) shook her head. "N-no,... he didn't."

Erwin smiled at her. He could simply ask someone to deliver the documents to her. He,... just wanted to see her.

"Then,..."

"Commander?"

"Yes, (F/N)?"

She was still not used to the Commander calling her by her given name. "I've been meaning to ask you, what is Captain's favorite beverage?"

What - ? "Sorry?"

"W-well, ah, do you know if he prefers something? I mean, he doesn't like coffee, or hot cocoa,..."

Erwin sighed. Of course, she still has feelings for Levi.

He, on the other hand, must not let his emotions get in the way of Shadis' plans for her in the Legion.

"It's,..."

******

(F/N) slowly entered the quiet and dark mess hall, the cup of warm black tea in her hand. She was certain she could find him here, for after all, he hasn't had anything to eat, yet.

It was past eight in the evening. She perfectly knew that the Scouts, if not all of them, were already in bed. She knew that he would not hesitate to eat here, since no one would see him.

And she was right. Right there, in the middle of the room with only a single candle for a light, was the Captain, himself, drinking booze. And not just booze; the girl noticed that there were three different bottles of wine at the table, all empty.

He'll be fine, right? After all, it was rumored that the Captain never gets drunk. Right?

"Captain? Captain Levi?" she called. No answer. His back was turned against her. She slowly made her way towards the offended Captain, ready to atone for hurting him. "Look, I understand how hard it is for you, Captain. And I'm truly sorry for what I've done to you. I should've been more patient. But, you have to remain hopeful for yourself. I'm pretty sure that you'll get your strength back. I'll never leave your side until then. So, will you forgive me?"

Levi didn't say anything. She was about to place the cup of tea on the table when he suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Captain!" (F/N) said, but it was no use. Levi pulled her and brought her down on the table, the tea spilling and the cup shattering on the floor. The man placed his knee between her legs and brought his lips to her ear. His mouth reeked of booze. "Captain, please,..."

"Petra,..." he said. The girl's eyes widened. "I want you,..."

What,...?

"Captain, I'm not Petra. I'm (F/N),..."

Levi suddenly bit her neck. It would surely leave a mark there. "Please, sweetheart. I want to make love to you. Just like the old times,..."

Just like the old times,...

Levi groped (F/N)'s chest and rubbed his knee on her soft spot. "Please, Petra, I want you so much,..."

Fire suddenly raged inside (F/N)'s head. She forcefully pushed Levi away. He landed pitifully on the ground with an ugly thud.

"Ow! What the - "

Levi was stunned. In his drunken state, he was only aware that his beloved Petra was refusing him. So, is it true? Is she really cheating on him?

(F/N), on the other hand, was feeling different kinds of emotions, all at the same time.

Levi stood and tried to tackle Petra once more. "Why are you being such a bitch tonight, Petra? I said, I want you! Don't you want me anymore?" he whined.

(F/N)'s brows shut up to her hairline. "I'm. Not. Petra!"

"Petra,..."

Levi went for the hug,...

...and was met by (F/N)'s hardened fist.

The man fell unconscious on the floor, knocked out by the girl's powerful punch.

******

A/N: Okay. To tell the truth, I removed the last line because I was laughing too hard on it. Anyone who wanted to know the last line, just let me know. 😅👍👍👌

~ @levi4mikasa , @yepps , @clovemcpandas , @shewolfofficial , @unhappysap , and @shortbty14 . 💚

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Submission [oneshot]

100 prompts: submission Attack on Titan | Eremika Summary: "You woke me up to spar?" It definitely was not because he craved the proximity that he had been missing for the last day and a half. Nope. Eren Jeager absolutely did not want Mikasa to trap him in another compromising position that had him questioning everything he's ever believed about her and their relationship. But, you know, if it happens then it happens.

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“Ackerman, you’re up.”

The sound of the captain’s voice this early in the morning was enough to make Eren wish he was still in bed, sound asleep and oblivious to anything going on within a 50-foot radius. He had taken a five minute breather to nurse the ache on the left side of his torso, courtesy of a nicely aimed kick Sasha threw to take him down.

In addition to the training and experiments Eren's Titan underwent to learn how to crystalize, Levi was in charge of hand to hand combat training sessions. It was to ensure that he didn’t overuse his shifting abilities, ultimately leading to an inability to use it later, while making sure he stayed sharp. Squad Levi was definitely taking advantage of this down time they had, since it was not guaranteed that they would be free to be sitting ducks for very long. It also made more sense, Eren mused, and he suddenly felt foolish taking these hand-to-hand combat training sessions for granted back in their cadet days.

Today, however, marks the first time he was graced with the opportunity to spar against Mikasa, since the smiling titan incident had rendered her out of commission for a while (despite her protests). It was absurd, though, and Armin could agree, how willing she was to do this and how easily the corporal had agreed to let her in the ring just because she insisted she was feeling better already. Just the other day he had scolded her when she was busted for doing sit ups. Either he had that much faith in Mikasa, or he really thought that lowly of Eren’s skill.

“I really don’t think we should be doing this,” he stands up, the pain in his muscles still aching, though significantly less.

“Eren,” she looked at him seriously, “I’m fine.”

He was about to shut her argument down when the captain answered for her.

“Mikasa is the only one who’s skill can rival the other titan shifters; you need to learn from her,” Levi explains, unamused. Eren scowled; he was so biased. He looked back at her and she was expressionless as usual.

Their relationship had improved since escaping the last mission, and it showed the most in how Eren looked at her differently: gentler, maybe even affectionately, though he would never admit that out loud. Ever since she gave her little speech to him expressing her infinite gratitude, he realized that maybe he may have been starting to take her for granted. Before he knew it, he was on his feet punching a fucking titan, and being far more gentle with her in the days that followed.

Despite this newfound confusion, the boy did his best not to read too much into it. He essentially promised that they would be together, forever. It seemed like an appropriate response to her declaration of gratitude when the heat of the moment dictated it, but in retrospect he wondered what the rest of its implications held. What exactly did he mean by it? And what did it did mean to her?

She has been treating him the same as always, with her annoyingly protective Mikasa-ways. But it felt different to him, like there might have been this unspoken understanding between the two of them. Eren had never been so glad in his life that she just understood what he meant without having to verbalize anything.

When she pushes him into submission, his mind takes a dive into the deep end.

First of all, he didn’t even realize he was on the ground, pinned underneath her unrelenting hold. Not until he heard some snide remark from Connie about how quick that was and, subsequently, a snicker from Sasha on the sidelines.

Eren cursed a thousand times in his head as she increased the pressure on the arm pinned above his head. And before he could even register that his other hand was free, it was in her grasp as well. Both of his legs were held down neatly with one of hers. He felt the pressure of her other knee on his stomach and he sighed.

He was trapped; she won.

“Yield,” she commanded, and her soft yet demanding instruction sent a wave of chills down his spine. If he gave in now he would no doubt have to go another round against her, and she knew this. Of course, the mighty Mikasa seemed anything but interested in this, and his ego flared.

“No,” he squirmed, lamely attempting to throw her off of him somehow, until he realized that she had effectively immobilized him.

Eren’s gaze shifted to Armin, who’s sympathetic expression only made him feel worse. Levi, who seemed indifferent, also hid a look that might have told him he was proud of the younger Ackerman, though he had no idea why. Connie was holding in a laugh, while Sasha wasn’t even trying, and Jean just looked disgusted (admittedly, he welcomed this reaction the most).

He took a deep breath, as if that was all he needed to muster the strength to shove her off, but she barely budged. When the hell did she get this strong?

“Eren,” she scolded, increasing the pressure enough to elicit a frustrated grunt. “He’s going to make us go again, there’s no use in fighting.”

“No,” Levi cut in, “He needs to know what to do to get out of a situation like this; we’ve seen him fight Leonhart and Braun before. They always take the fight to the ground.”

“Fine,” she relented, and turned her attention back to the squirming boy beneath her. It was almost endearing, actually, he looked like a small puppy stuck under a couch the more he struggled. But she would never tell him that, lest she want his ego to deflate miserably and his temper to take its place.

But it was too late when she attempted to conceal a giggle, and it came out as a half-chuckle, bringing his attention back to her face.

Big mistake.

The cold, emotionless facade she held not two seconds ago was replaced with something soft as she bit her lip to keep from humiliating him. What she didn’t know was that this had evoked another emotion inside him, one that burned much hotter than embarrassment at his shortcomings in fighting her.

Eren stopped moving altogether when he realized he was suddenly aware of the details. He felt every inch of her body that was pressed up against him and then the battle became internal.

He wondered when she had gotten this strong, but more importantly when she had the curves to compliment her insane strength. The way she bit her bottom lip and held his gaze with those wide, innocent eyes made his breath hitch, and the fact that her face was so fucking close that her hair tickled the sides of his face stopped his heart altogether. Something about her was so paradoxically innocent and naive, yet tempting and almost sultry. He wondered if this is what she looked like in bed.

Nope.

He had to get out of here.

Determined, Eren attempted to weasel a leg out of her grasp. Mikasa, caught off guard from that brief moment of intimacy (if either of them dared to call it that), faltered for a second and unintentionally gave him the opening to free a leg. But before he could get any closer to escaping, however, she retaliated by swinging a leg over his torso to restrain him.

Panic took over him when he realized that he was physically powerless to stop her at this point. So he opted to take whatever coherency he had left in his mind to call out to her, his voice breathy, panicked, desperate:

“Mikasa, don’t-!”

As soon as she sat herself down and applied miscalculated pressure with her hips, her eyes widened and she gasped just loud enough to send him over the edge.

In an instant, his eyebrows met and his jaw tightened.

Whether she got the message or not didn’t matter, for it was enough to render her distracted. He successfully shoved her off to the side and stood up hastily, too fast for Mikasa to react. His back was against everyone else, eyes focused on the ground as he dusted off his clothes and tried his best to maintain composure. For all he could do now was hope to whatever gods were up there, watching, that nobody knew what was going on in his mind, and in his pants.

“I’m...done for today,” he grunted and stalked off.

Mikasa remained on the floor, her gaze shifting up to Levi, who she half-expected to scold Eren for leaving just like that. But the captain had an unreadable look on his face, as if he had understood something that nobody else did. And was he...trying not to laugh?

The young soldier cleared her throat and picked herself off the floor gracefully, ignoring the curious gazes as she dusted the dirt off her clothes in silence. Her whole body felt warm at the thought of Eren underneath her just moments ago. She pictured his eyes boring intensely into hers in such a compromising position, like he was trying to tell her something that she just couldn’t comprehend. The idea of him laying under her, under different circumstances, arms pinned down with a devilishly dark look on his face had admittedly crossed her mind once or twice before. But she never actually anticipated that the real thing would make her feel like this.

But the flustered girl took a deep breath in an attempt to expel the dirty thoughts. He must have been on the same page as her then, because why else would he storm off like that? Did he truly find the idea of her in that way, really that repulsive?

Much to everyone’s surprise, Levi had dismissed the group for the morning after that. He approached her coolly, still looking like he was trying to hide his amusement.

“Heichou-”

“Yeah, tell your boyfriend to keep it in his pants,” he tells her, almost expressionless, as he answers all her questions in one snide remark. Mikasa groans, but not before giving the captain a look of absolute mortification. Eren was definitely going to avoid her for a while.

Eren, predictable as he is, did attempt to avoid her for the rest of the day. There was no other way to deal with the fact that he's frustrated and embarrassed and needed time to think. It seems that every time he closed his eyes all he saw was her, so close, so warm, so inviting. And he was powerless to the primal thing inside of him that made the images more and more lewd as they came in higher frequency the more he tried to avoid her. He tried his best not to think of his best friend this way, it was so...wrong.

Or was it?

No, it was definitely wrong. If he gave into these thoughts he would be just as gross as the boys in the barracks with their dirty locker room talk that he was always forced to listen to in their cadet days. If he entertained these urges, he would never be able to look at Mikasa the same way again.

It was embarrassing, it was distracting, it was...so enticing.

The guilt was definitely intensified by the unsolicited ways he had imagined her in the same position, with significantly less clothing between them. He pictured her, clear as day, sitting atop him, hips straddled across his own. He pictured her eyes, vividly, half-lidded and clouded with lust. And this time when she said his name, soft and breathy, it was not to scold, but out of pure, carnal need and sheer pleasure-

"Fuck," he sighed.

Eren shook his head and turned the shower on to the coldest setting.

Try as he might though, given their situation, there was only so much avoiding the troubled boy could manage. He saw her again for dinner that night with the rest of the squad, Of course, the only seat open is the one next to her as it was part of some implicit principle that they always sat together. His fellow teammates watched as the tension in the room spiked as soon as he sat down beside her.

“Hey,” she greeted quietly.

“Mikasa,” He returned the greeting, but refused to make eye contact, for he was genuinely afraid that engaging in such an intimate act would elicit those thoughts again, and at the dinner table no less.

In theory, dinner could have gone just fine, if she didn’t reach across the table to hand Armin some salt. She brushed her whole left side against him unintentionally in handing Armin the salt shaker, and when she leaned over, her chest was inches from his face. Nevermind the fact that Mikasa always dressed so modestly, Eren’s raging hormones somehow managed to give him some sort of imaginary x-ray vision in the moment. Shortly after that, they both reached for napkins simultaneously. When her hand brushed his lightly enough to send tingles up his arm, he withdrew his hand and muttered a clumsy apology.

“Oi, Eren,” Connie’s voice broke his train of thought abruptly. “You’re not still mad at Mikasa, are you?”

Eren looked up to see everyone’s eyes on him, as if Connie was the only one brave enough to address the elephant in the room. He waited a moment, calculating his response, before shaking his head and casually taking another bite of food, “I wasn’t mad at her to begin with.” There, simple, easy, and he felt her relax a little beside him at his response.

“So we can make jokes then?” It was definitely not supposed to backfire like this.

“Come on, let’s not make jokes about him,” Sasha countered, but then she turned to the boy in question, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Eren must already feel embarrassed from getting his ass handed to him by Mikasa today.”

“Oh, shit!” her partner in crime reached over and praised her crass teasing with a high five. “Yeah, from the looks of it earlier, looks like we know who wears the pants.”

Armin’s face contorted into some sort of guilty expression, like he wanted to put an end to this. But he understood that there was no need to start anything, especially when those two weren’t intentionally trying to upset Eren and Mikasa with their naturally vulgar humor.

“Oh, please, we already know Mikasa’s such a top.”

“Sasha!” Jean scolded from across the table, face turning red.

“What?” she looks at him, “not like it matters to you! It’s Eren who-”

“Okay!” Armin speaks up once he sensed the impending implosion his best friends were nearing.

Mikasa glanced over at Eren, who had been uncharacteristically silent though this whole thing and looked like he was about to choke on his food at this point. She hesitated for a moment, but in an attempt to ease his mind and make him feel a little less ganged up on, she rested a hand gently on his thigh. Her touch was comforting at first, until he remembered the reason behind this whole mess in the first place was her damned touch.

Eren froze, and she wondered if maybe that wasn’t the best thing to do after all. It was odd, the feeling of something like betrayal crawling up in her chest. It was an unspoken thing between them, these lingering touches and intense moments of eye contact in which each party understood everything they needed to know just from a prolonged glance. Except now he looked even more uncomfortable, so Mikasa felt panic surge through her.

When the titan shifter set his own hand on top of hers for a moment, she thought maybe she overreacted. But then he sighed, and removed her hand from his leg with a simple, “I’m fine,” and she felt like her heart sink fifty meters into her stomach.

“Excuse me,” he mumbles, a few bites left on his plate as he mysteriously walks off again. It wasn’t long before Sasha was asking for his plate.

The next day really wasn’t that much better. Eren had kept himself busy asking Levi for pointless chores to continue on his quest to avoid the problem.

But then the separation anxiety gets the best of him, and he decides maybe to just steer into the skid. It was that exact impulsive thought that landed him at her door at one in the morning, asking her to spar with him again. He needs to get better, he concludes; maybe if he can just learn to beat her, then that should eliminate the need to be embarrassed in front of everyone again.

It definitely was not because he craved the proximity that he had been missing for the last day and a half. Nope. Eren Jeager absolutely did not want Mikasa to trap him in another compromising position that had him questioning everything he’s ever believed about her and their relationship.

But, you know, if it happens then it happens.

“You woke me up to spar.” It was half an inquiry, half a statement, confusion dripping with the question. She seemed annoyed, he thinks, but it was probably just from being woken up. “I’m not even dressed for this, Eren.”

His attention is suddenly brought to the fact that the girl before him was indeed looking a little immodest, only wearing a loose-fitting white sleep shirt and shorts that just barely showed underneath the hem of the shirt. Whatever support her usual bra gave was gone, seeing as these sleep undergarments were designed for comfort, not working out. Eren swallowed thickly, now aware of how dry his mouth was.

“It’s fine, you look fine,” he chokes out quickly, and she’s about to protest about how this wasn’t about how she looked, but he cut her off first with a, “please? I need to get better. I feel...more comfortable when it’s just you.”

But when he realizes the implications of this request, he started stuttering a correction, “I mean, you know, without everyone else watching me make a fool out of myself.”

“Nobody thinks that.”

“I’m pretty sure Jean thinks that.”

Mikasa sighed, assuming her fighting stance. “Fine. Hands up.”

At first Eren was successful in avoiding her takedowns. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line of avoiding irritating her injury even more and the fighting the scandalous thoughts that were harassing his sanity, his determination ultimately lost to the distractions. He eventually finds himself incapacitated yet again. Although, maybe he didn’t mind so much this time.

"How…ugh…" he whines underneath her. He looks up at the sky, just past her dark eyes, sifting through plans A-Z as to how he can make this predicament less frustrating. It just seemed to get more and more difficult each time he tried to fix it.

Then an urge bubbles inside him again, and he couldn’t help feeling so curious and craving that eye contact he missed so much. Helpless to his own doings, Eren relents and initiates eye contact, wondering when she ever had this strong of a hold on him.

To his surprise, Mikasa looks down at him coldly, because maybe she's also a little mad that he's been acting up with no explanation.

"You leave too many openings," she answers simply.

"How is this even fair, you watch me spar other people so you can study my style. Of course I'm predictable to you."

She looks puzzled, "So, you don't watch me?"

Oh, Eren thought, how naive of a question. But at least it confirmed that she was oblivious to the way he has been looking at her lately.

She shakes her head nonchalantly, dropping the question, and he's glad that her lack of emotion and physical distance (despite being on him) is keeping this from getting really awkward. Perhaps there was hope for him after all. ”Annie studied you too, that’s why she had the upper hand.” Eren winced at the bluntess of the statement, and at the fact that she was opening that old wound up again. “Look for an opening and take me down before I get you first. If you insist that I find you predictable, then change it up."

"Well...you're too good at this,” he tells her before he can think about it.

She blushes a little, caught off guard because she half expected him to jump on the defense, and he can't help but smile. The funny feeling in his stomach returns.

"Again," she stands up and offers him a hand, and for some reason that is what sparks something in him: her compassion perhaps. The fact that she’s always willing to help him and is there for him no matter how impatient and irritable he can get. That he was confident that even at one in the morning he could wake her up and she would- maybe after protesting a little- ultimately give him what he needed (at this thought turned dirty, Eren huffs in annoyance).

Mikasa really was his ride or die.

It really didn’t help that she was so fucking enticing either, and she honestly didn’t even have to try. Though he would never admit it to anyone else (even himself), Eren believed Mikasa was a pretty girl when they were younger. But then all these distractions came along in his adolescence and he had been completely oblivious to the firm grasp that puberty had on her until, well, today.

The realization hits him hard, slaps him in the face, and he almost wasn't ready when she came at him again.

The second time around, Eren actually manages to take her down...but the moment of victory was cut short when he realizes how she looks underneath him. He has never seen her like this before. He's seen her vulnerable, of course, in battle, but never in this light: at night under the stars. It was just the two of them and no looming threat close by, so that they had the luxury to simply be immersed in some intimacy for once.

She was just looking up at him, displaying this kind of voluntary weakness, some sort of unspoken submission, just for him.

Eren's mind goes wild once more. He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of all the details again, especially since she wasn’t wearing her usual layers of uniform. He understood what she meant by she wasn’t dressed for this, seeing as this thin, flimsy sleep shirt was barely a barrier between them. He felt the way her chest curved nicely underneath his own, and how toned her torso was beneath that. His pants rode up a little, allowing him to feel how soft her legs were where those damn shorts exposed her.

The young soldier was completely slack, beneath him, but she wasn’t frozen in panic quite like he was. His figure towered over hers as he sat there, just drinking in the sight beneath him. He honestly expected her to push him off, chew him out for being such a pervert, and never speak to him again. What he didn’t expect was for her to blink a couple times and lick her lips before his name escaped her in such a way that drove him absolutely mad.

Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.

When he feels the blood rushing down south at an alarming speed, Eren makes the attempt to flee. But then her eyes darkened and it's like her fighter instinct flickered on once more. Before he can remove himself from the situation, he finds himself under her once again (how the hell did she move that fast anyway?).

She maintained eye contact and an expression that was completely unreadable and almost...predatory. Not that he wasn’t used to her being so indecipherable, and he had certainly seen this unforgiving, predative look on her face before in battle. But it was never directed towards him.

And shit, this was scary. And if he was going to be honest, he really couldn't tell if she was gazing at him with violent or lustful intent.

Mikasa was seated dangerously close to his lower half, and the way her thighs just seemed to fit nicely around his midsection was making it increasingly difficult to think rationally. Her hands, he expected to be as calloused as his, but they were soft against his wrists. He briefly wondered how they would feel on less innocent parts of his body, if she ran those smooth hands down his chest, his abs, his…

Would it really be the worst thing in the world to reach up and just kiss her? Nobody would know.

He squirmed under her, hoping to any of the gods above that she couldn't feel him, again. Where did that thought even come from?? With each passing moment that silence enveloped them, Eren grew frustrated in anticipation. There was a sparkle in her eyes that seemed to be enhanced by the moonlight, and although he found himself entranced, it was still inconclusive.

He broke eye contact, turning his head away in an attempt to regain the composure that he felt slipping away way too quickly. She gives him a moment, then turns his attention back to her with a gentle finger to redirect his chin towards her.

Eren felt his chest ready to explode and his pulse quicken dangerously. His heart was suddenly in his throat and his stomach was somewhere in ass. The anticipation of what she was going to do next was going to be the death of him, he thought. It really wasn't like Mikasa at all to be this bold and forward; was she actually going to...make a move? Come to think of it, he actually had no idea how she behaved when it came to these things.

His questions were finally answered though when she looks down at him darkly and says, as aloof as ever, "never let your guard down."

Suddenly he's mad.

Suddenly she isn't on him anymore, discarded to the side, confused and dazed at his erratic behavior. Suddenly he's trying to catch his breath, irritated, angry, confused, hurt.

He cannot possibly be the only one who feels something else from this, especially with how she was looking at him just three seconds ago!

He runs his hands down his face, trying to calm down. Mikasa doesn't say anything- and her ambiguous silence is driving him absolutely nuts. Maybe steering into the skid was a terrible idea after all.

The walk back to the rooms was awkward and agonizing, and the fight between Eren’s rationality and raging hormones was at a high. He watches as she prepares to disappear into her own room and his mind flashes through a hundred different ways this next conversation could play out- none of which would be possible if he didn’t take action. Not to mention having to deal with this painfully annoying arousal that would more than likely keep him up all night. So he pulls her into his room instead at the last second, pushing her against the door and locking it behind her quickly. His hands are on either side of her and hers reflexively landed on his chest.

It was a completely impulsive decision, but there was no turning back now.

He gives her a once over and Mikasa finds herself utterly flustered at how intensely and hungrily he was looking at her. He presses closer, unsure of what his goal or endgame even was, he just wanted to be close, closer. He craved her touch, and at this very moment he wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over his best friend and feel her skin on his. Whatever rational reasoning that previously told him this was a terrible and inappropriate idea was making its way to jump out the window. The closer he pushed, the more magnetic she felt.

"Mikasa…" he all but purrs, and he could have sworn she blushed profusely in the darkness. "do you have any idea…” he fished around for words, but the whole situation seemed to render him frustratingly incoherent.

“What are you…” the words seemed to die out on her tongue.

When he looked up to meet her piercing gaze, Eren’s deepest fears from the last two days came true: he was instantly lost in the sea of emotions that her eyes held. And suddenly his mind was off, imagining her in the most lewd, titillating ways.

Eren rests his forehead gently against hers, her scent making his mind race faster as he realized he was probably overstepping a hundred boundaries at this point and crossing over into a whole new territory neither of them ever knew existed. Glancing down at her lips was the second mistake of the night, for the way she bit her bottom lip in anticipation nearly sent him over the edge. He was so close to giving in to these stupid, stupid urges, the only thing stopping him was the lack of reciprocation.

Mikasa doesn't push him away, but he can feel how tense she is: her breathing was hitched, jaw clenched, hands keeping him a set distance from getting any closer. She seemed entranced by him, like she wanted to know what he was going to say and do next, but it didn’t seem like she was going to let him.

He notices these little details; she's upset.

"Why are you frowning?" He deadpans. She softens, and one hand instinctively goes up to his nape, stroking his hair lightly, affectionately. He sighs, comforted by her touch, and she smiles gently at his submission.

"You've been very confusing lately," then she cuts right to the chase. "I know why you were upset yesterday."

Eren’s eyes snap back up to hers as he pulls away, cheeks growing warm. "Are you serious?"

She shifts the tone to catch and redirect his inner turmoil, her voice now just as breathy and needy as his. "You can talk to me, Eren. You can tell me anything," she was looking right into his eyes, taking him apart little by little. Did she even know what she was doing to him? But then she asked him something he was not at all expecting.

“Do you really find me that repulsive?”

“What?” it was his turn to be confused. Had he not made it crystal clear in the last five minutes that he wanted her, pretty badly?

“You’ve stormed off twice now,” is all she said and suddenly it made sense why she was so confused and upset.

“No, god no, Mikasa,” his answer came quickly, almost desperate, like he was scared he would say the wrong thing and all of this would just go away. “You've been on my mind all damn day. I just...I didn’t know how...I thought you were…”

"You could have talked to me,” she offered, almost bashful as they danced around the real issue.

"I-! I wasn't gonna...that was embarrassing, Mikasa!"

She seemed to understand, but she wasn’t going to let him win. Taking a deep breath, she tugged at the hem of his shirt until he was pressed flush against her (and oh, she could feel him again). Eren gasps, his face falls onto her shoulder and a low groan escaped him before he could stop it.

"Same thing," she breathes, feeling her face grow warm at his proximity.

"No," is all he can muster at this point as he slowly became aware that she was actually the one in control. Whether or not she was falling apart inside as much as he was, she hadn't made it obvious, and she got him to talk. He swallows and wills himself to explain in the least amount of words possible. "everyone was watching before."

"They didn't know," she countered easily. Eren watches as her eyes flicker to his own lips and he wonders if that was his go signal.

"Stop being so difficult," he growls. Whatever rebuttal she was planning to throw at him was forgotten when he pulls her in and finally kisses her, a final attempt to let her know exactly how he's been feeling in the last couple days.

Mikasa’s lips were soft and warm and her hold on him was so gentle. It was nothing like the intimidating demeanor she displayed in forcing him to yield in battle. Yet, it brought him to submit anyway, wondering briefly how he managed to keep from giving into her like this. But Eren was a vindictive little shit, and after getting a taste of what he had been missing out on, he wanted more.

He leads her off the door and onto his bed, and studies how flustered she looks. It occurs to him that maybe he wasn't the only one frazzled and heated over all of this. So a sense of personal victory surges through him and manifests itself in some newfound confidence as he closes the distance between them once more.

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