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bts-spnlvr12 · 3 years

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Falling in Love with Arthur Morgan

Pairing: Modern!Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: A while ago you met an extremely handsome man by the name of Arthur Morgan, he was the sweetest guy ever, you want to be more with him...how will he react when he can’t stop thinking about you?

Warnings: Arthur being a sweetheart, crushing like a high school girl, smut, cursing, angst, minor anxiety, fluff, requited feelings, death of pet mentioned, (I believe that’s it...)

WC: 2015

Credit to mrskrazy for the AMAZING artwork!!

You were sitting down near your favorite café, having a latte and reading the news for the day...

You didn’t notice the figure in front of you until your computer was suddenly slammed shut, “Hey- Arthur?”

“Hey Y/n...” He smiles softly...

“How are you, and sorry I didn’t see you...” You put your laptop in your bag and drank your latte...

“I’m doing good, was just walking around town when I saw you here, figured I’d say hi...” Arthur sits back a bit more...

You smile and start having a conversation with Arthur; you remember when you met him about 9 months ago, he was helping you load your dog into the truck as you we’re struggling to get her inside...

The warmth from his touch, the soft smile he gave before he left and gave you his name and number; you remember that day like the back of your hand, that was the day you fell for the man, but you didn’t know if he liked you back, which made you a bit anxious to think about it...

“Y/n? Y/n? You alright?” Arthur tries to get your attention...

“Huh? Oh, sorry, was just thinking about something...” You blushed and looked down, trying to hide it...

“Thinking about what? Something on your mind?” You look up at him, sighing softly...

“Just the day I met you, you helping my elderly Newfoundland into the back of my truck....” Arthur smiles softly...

“I remember that day, I was lucky I was there to help out. Speaking of your dog, how is she?”

You looked down, sighing sadly, “She went over the rainbow bridge about a month ago, her battle with cancer ended, I couldn’t let her suffer so I did an at-home euthanasia for her...” You feel a tear roll down your tear, Arthur moved forward and wiped it away with his thumb gently...

You sniffle and smile sadly, “I’m sorry Y/n...”

“It’s alright, she was in bad shape anyway, I figured it was time to let her go...” You voice wavered a bit...

Arthur got up and walked over to you and hugs you tightly, and kissed your cheek, “You should've called me and I would’ve come over and comforted you...”

“I know, but I wanted to be alone to process it...” You admit, you look up at the sky to see the oranges, pinks and purples appear...

“It’s getting late, we should head home...” Arthur nods and hold your hand as you stand up, you we’re confused on the way he’s acting but you just decided to ignore it as you know he’s that person to not say how he feels...

He walks with you to your truck and you talk a little bit more, “It was nice talking to you again Arthur, it always is...”

“You too Y/n, take care...” You nod and get into your truck and drive back home...

Arthur makes his way home, he’s had you on his mind a ton recently, about his future with you, and things he probably shouldn’t have thought about but he couldn’t help it; he believed you were the most beautiful woman in the world...

Arthur sighs as he gets up from his bed and puts on a t-shirt and blue jeans, and drives over to your place, once he arrives he knocks on your door...

You looked up as slowly headed to the door and looked through the peep-hole to see Arthur, you open the door, confused as to why he’s here...

“Arthur what are you-” Arthur slams his lips onto yours suddenly, you start kissing back almost instantly when you pull away...

“Arthur, what the hell was that?” Arthur shuts the door once he’s further inside, “I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/n...”

“What the hell are you talking about Arthur?” You say breathlessly...

“What I’m tryna say is that...is that...I love you, Y/n...” Arthur finally says...

“W-w-what?” You were shocked...

“I love you Y/n, it started sometime after we met, I couldn’t get you out of my head...” You started to blush a ton...

“I...I love you too, Arthur, I’ve loved you for a while now...” Arthur smiles and gently kisses you...

You kiss him back as it starts to get heated, he carries you upstairs and gently sets you down, clothes are stripped off and thrown everywhere in the room...

He gently lays you down on your bed and kisses down your body, you whimpers softly from his soft kisses and soft touch, “A-Arthur, p-please be gentle, I’m still a virgin...”

“I will darlin’, I will I promise...” You smiled softly as he kisses your inner thigh softly and nips gently, causing you to yelp...

He smirks and positions your knees over his shoulder and lightly sucks on your clit, you buck your hips while he slips his tongue in your entrance and eats you out like a starving man...

You moan loudly and tangle your fingers in his hair and tug, causing him to groan and keep going...

“Oh...oh god Arthur, that’s feels so good, please don’t stop...” You moan breathlessly...

He keeps going until you reach your orgasm which came within a matter of seconds, you buck your hips and shake as you come down from the first orgasm of the night...

He moves up your body and kisses you on passionately, you moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, sighing deeply and lovingly...

He kisses your cheek and positions himself and looks up at you, “You ready sweetheart? Tell me stop if you don’t want this or if it hurts too much, alright?” You nod, he was always a caring guy despite him looking tough on the outside...

He pushes in slowly and gently, you wince as he does so, keeping the same speed, you squeeze his bicep, “A-Arthur, w-wait...”

He stops pushing in and lets you adjust, “I gotta keep going darlin’, I’m almost there...” You whimper from the stretch...

“I-it just hurts, Arthur, please, but I’m also a bit nervous and scared...” Arthur gently lays his hand on your cheek and caresses it with his thumb, “Just look at me sweetheart, I know this scares you but once the pain goes away it’ll make you feel amazing...” You sigh and nod...

He pushes in deeper, blood surrounding his member, signaling he’s popped your cherry which made you tear up from the pain, he kisses your tears away and stays still so you can adjust to his size...

“You’re doing great darlin’, let me know when you’re ready...” You nod and try to ease up how tense you are, which dissipates after about 5 minutes...

“I’m ready, Arthur...” Arthur nods and pulls out almost all the way then thrusts back in again, you arch your back from the sensation and moan loudly as he keeps the same rhythm...

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Oh fuck, Arthur, this feels so good...” You moan loudly once again, Arthur smirks and makes passionate love to you, but soon turns into a bit of a faster and rough pace which you absolutely love...

You feels Arthur’s member twitch while your walls start clenching around him, which starts causing his movements and pace to falter a bit, “Y-You close baby?”

Arthur nods, “Are you darlin’?” You nod and move your finger onto your clit and rub it as the same pace as Arthur’s thrusts, “O-Oh fuck, I’m cumming...” You breathlessly moan...

“M-Me too sweetheart, me t-too...” He grunts as he releases his seed inside of you as you orgasm for your second time that night...

After riding out your highs, Arthur pulls out and lays beside you, and pulls you close, both breathing heavily...

“That...was amazing Arthur, thank you...” You look up at him, he looks at you and smiles, kissing you passionately...

“I love you, Y/n...always have, always will...” You smile softly, “I love you too Arthur...” He kisses the top of your head as you both drift off into dreamland...

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The next morning you wake up, feeling warmth against your back and smiled softly, you slowly and gently gets out of his embrace and go downstairs and start making some eggs and bacon while making coffee...

You we’re cooking some eggs on the stove when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and feel a gentle kiss pressed in the junction between your neck and shoulder, causing you to lean against him with content sigh...

“Mornin’ darlin’, food smells delicious...” He mumbles against your skin, you smile softly, “Morning Arthur...”

You finish up the eggs and bacon within 10 minutes and plate them, fixing drinks then going to sit at the table and eat, sitting next to each other...

There was a long silence, but it was a comfortable silence, he looks at you and gently takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly, then rubs his thumb over them, which caused you to smile softly...

“What....what are we now, Arthur?” You suddenly ask, “What’d you mean?” Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed...

“After last night, I know we said ‘I love you’ to one another but...I don’t know if you’ll stay...” You look down, thinking back to the previous night...

“Y/n, look at me...” You look up at him slowly, “There’s those pretty (e/c) eyes, you know damn well that I meant every word I said last night, every word, I know you meant the same, I want to be with you, for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me?”

You smile softly and kiss him softly yet passionately, “Hell yes, I’ll have you for the rest of my life as well...”

He pulls you onto his lap gently and holds you close and rubs your back as you straddle his hips, knees bent in the chair...

~2 years later...~

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, reading some cheesy romance novel, when suddenly you hear the stereo in the same room playing a slow dance type of song, which you recognized fairly quickly and look up to see Arthur standing in front of you, holding his hand out for you...

You set the novel down and take his hand as he leads you to the moderately sized space in the room to spin you and start slow dancing to the song...

You never thought this would happen, never in a million years you would’ve thought you’d be with your future man in your shared house, in the living room, slow dancing in his strong tatted arms, sharing long and sweet kisses with one another as you stare into his bright blue eyes...

After sometime the song ends, Arthur steps back and slowly gets down on one knee and pulls out a dark red maroon velvet box and opens it up, revealing a rose gold band with a light blue diamond in the center, you covered your mouth and started tearing up...

“Don’t start tearing up darlin’, you’ll make me tear up as well...” Arthur smiles softly then continues, “Y/n, for these past couple of years, you have made me the happiest man on this earth with seeing you everyday, watching you doing the things that make you happy, I want to keep seeing that for the rest of my life... What I’m asking is, will you marry me, (Y/F/N)?”

You started crying a bit during his speech, words wouldn’t come out of you so all you did was nod and held out your left hand, Arthur stood up and slipped the ring onto your ring finger and kisses you passionately and pulls you against him, which makes your smile widely...

“I love you so much, Arthur Morgan...” You finally say...

“I love you to, darlin’...” He holds you tightly against him as he starts to sway a little bit to another slow song...

~A year later, you and Arthur get married around friends and family who are glad you two finally got together, and had a son named Ben and a daughter named Julia, and lived out the rest of your days until you we’re old and grey...~

#arthur morgan x y/n #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #smut #arthur morgan x female oc #fluff #modern!arthur morgan

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anon-e-miss · 4 years

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Ooo! For the prompts what about "Oh look, it's alive." (If it hasn't been done already)

“Oh look, it’s alive.”

Prowl felt the tip of a ped nudge his side.He did not move. Let the think he as incapacitated and when the moment was right he would make his move. His frame ached, unsurprisingly. The blow to his helm had not corrupted his memory. He had fallen. The ground beneath him had opened up and he had fallen down and down. Everything hurt but there was no agony, Prowl hoped this meant his doorwings had been spared. For the second time in a mega-cycle Prowl felt servos that were not his own rooting through his subspace.

“Ric, if ya don’t get yer servos off o’m y’re gonna lose’em.”

“Jazz? What the fraggin’ Pit are ya doin’ here?”

“Got into trouble in Darkmount. Now ‘m tryin’ to get back to Iacon. Figured I’d stop in at the shop since the fragger broke my visor.”

“This fragger?“

“No! Now back off. Ya know ya could actually tell me when ya go plantin’ new traps.”

“Cons have been sniffin’ ‘bout more. Tryin’ to give’em the impression this is just a real tricky cave, ‘n not worth their trouble.”

“Staniz is playin’ a dangerous game.”

“Aren’t we all?”

The invading servos pulled away and were replaced by Jazz’s. He did not probe about Prowl’s subspace but checked him for damage. Prowl onlined his optics. For a moment he was afraid he was blind as he saw nothing but blackness but Jazz leaned over his face. Those white optics glowed, the only light in the darkness. It was eerie. Their glow was bright enough that Prowl could see Jazz’s mouth turn up in a smile.

“Ya a’ight, Prowl?”

“I believe so.”

Jazz helped him to his peds. Prowl tested his doorwings and was relieved to find they were intact. His optics saw only darkness but when he softly clicked his glossa, Prowl’s doorwings saw a little more, and as the echo faded Prowl began to commit the shape of the cave to his memory. It was imperfect. Echolocation was not in the curriculum of the enforcers. Prowl had learned it from his originator, just as he had learned to break out of stasis cuffs.

“My ‘creators’ll have a medkit ‘n we can see to all these dents. Lucky ya didn’t fall on yer back.”

“It was not luck,” Prowl replied. “I turned.”

“Clever. Ya’ve spent more time studyin’ Circuit-Su than I thought.”

“I am out of practice.”

“Maybe we can work on that.”

That would be good. Prowl had not trained with a partner since he and Tumbler had parted ways. He did not trust. His procreators had taught them the importance of this. They had been right. Every time he had trusted someone it had been a disaster. But sparring with Jazz did not require real trust. He was not taking the mech into his berth or into his spark. As he walked alone, with Jazz’s arm around his waist, Prowl ached, and right knee creaked. Prowl felt sticky liquid leak between the gaps in his armour.

“What’re yer levels like?”

“40%. I have a leak in my leg. I have diverted the flow.”

“I hope ya don’t expected me to apologize,” Ric said. His red visor glowed eerily in the darkness. Did they always wear them? Even when they were in their natural environment.

“No,” Prowl replied.

“Yes,” Jazz said. Ric snorted. There was no apology.

The tight passages opened up into a great cavern and it glowed under the soft light of thousands of crystals. It was still too dark for Prowl to see clearly, but it was more like the dark-cycle than total darkness. They passed mechanisms, some wearing visors like the one Jazz generally wore. Those that did not stared at them with white optics. Stared at him, Prowl thought. More than Jazz or Ric. No one troubled them. He supposed that was a blessing. They came to a row of habsuites carved out of the rock, Ric started up the stares. Prowl was not thrilled, but he followed. Jazz did not give him much of an option. At the top of the long staircase, Ricochet held the door. As Jazz ushered Prowl through, three mechs stood up.

“Jazz!” The tallest of the three was mostly yellow, at least Prowl thought he was. The light was dim. “What trouble have ya drug up now?“

“Just a friend. Got me outta Darkmount, then he got caught in one o’ Ricochet’s traps.”

“Your brother and Geni have been digging like a couple Dwellers the last few weeks. At least they have added the acid bath yet.”

“Pit’s sake,” Jazz grumbled. “Worn me before ya set up lethal traps, would ya?”

“Sit’m down ‘n introduce me. We’ll see if we gotta bring Fixit in.”

“Thanks, Ori. Is Geni ‘round. The fragger took my visor before he got distracted.”

“Ric, why don’t ya find yer genitors. Neither o’em would be happy if they missed Jazz.”

“Sure.”

Prowl sat quietly as the kinsmech spoke around him. He heard them speak, but did not follow the conversation. As often happened, he was distracted by his own thoughts. If the Decepticons actually knew Staniz existed under the desert, not so far from Darkmount, the underground village would have been blown to the pit. They would not need to enter the village, or even properly locate it. As long as the coordinates were anywhere close they need only drop one of the bombs they had dropped on Praxus to obliterate the caves and everything and everyone in them. Were there other communities like this, hidden underground, living out of sight as Autobots and Decepticons tore Cybertron apart over their helms.

“He’s burnin’ up.” A servo touch his helm, feeling almost shockingly cool. Prowl brought his optics back into focus. It was not Jazz, it was... his originator.

“He’s been burning through coolant. Prowl what’re yer levels at.”

“30%.”

“Ya burned or leaked out 10% in half a joor. Ori, mind if I raid your stores?”

“Have at it. Prowl? ‘M gonna open up yer leg ‘n see where the leak is.”

“I appreciate your assistance.”

“Ya got manners. Jazz must drive ya crazy.”

“He puts a concerted effort into it.”

“Ha!” Jazz replied. “Two cubes, Prowl. Drink’em ‘n we’ll see where that puts ya.”

“Put a cold compress on his helm too. I think that’s where the trouble really is.”

“Ya think he’s got a leak in his helm? Frag!”

“No. I think he’s got a glitch givin’m some grief.”

“A glitch? Prowl?”

“I will not crash,” Prowl said, feeling defensive. They called him a glitch and a drone. These were just insults, they did not really know. Not even Ratchet knew. Jazz laid a compress over Prowl’s helm and sat down next to him. He helped Prowl drink the coolant.

“If ya do, ya do. We’re safe enough. How ‘n the fraggin’ Pit did I not know you had a glitch.”

“I don’t imagine anyone knows, do they, Prowl?” Punch said. His tone was gentle, so were his digits as he probed Prowl’s knee.

“No.”

"Not even Ratchet?” Jazz asked.

“No.”

“He’s gonna have yer platin’.”

“I found the leak,” Punch said, Prowl scarcely nodded, not wanting to disturb the cool cloth, it was a considerable relief. “I can patch it. Just relax.”

“Ratchet does not need to know,” Prowl said. It sounded too much like a plea to Prowl’s own audios. Even if that was what it was.

“Don’t ya need maintenance sometimes?”

“I manage.”

“Ya know it ain’t a big deal, Prowl. Red’s got a glitch ‘n no one cares.”

“It’s an old habit, ain’t it Prowl?” Punch asked. “Hidin’. Ya emerge wit it?”

“Yes.”

“Yer procreators knew.”

“They discovered it when I was a newling.”

“They must o’ been scared.”

“The assassinated the medic who made the diagnosis before he could report it to Central Health.”

“Hold up,” Jazz said. “Why’d they go that far?”

“Praxus had laws, Jazz,” Punch explained. Prowl wondered how he knew. “No matter the age if a defect was uncovered, they were ‘sposed to be reported to the state to be “managed”. Sometimes managed meant euthanasia, sometimes it meant repairs, or mnemosurgery.”

“The nature of my glitch would have required my processor all but be replaced in its entirety. My procreators could not tolerate the thought. They hid my defect well. I was home schooled, and trained to manage my glitch. I did well. Until I crashed during an enforcer exercise and my partner reported me to the CH. We were all arrested. I was detained in an CH facility to be “corrected”. My procreators broke me out and got me to Rodion. They went back for my brother but they were recaptured.”

“‘M sorry,” Jazz said. “When ya said not all cultures criminalize defects, ya were speakin’ bout yer past. He did not know.”

“Not then. I refused to allow him to perform mnemosurgery on me. He believed I could be fixed. He was angry I was too prideful to allow it.”

“Ya don’t need to be fixed. In Rodion ‘n Iacon they’d say I outta replace my optics wit standard issue blue ones so I would need to worry ‘bout visors. ‘M not effectively blind because my optics are bad. ‘M effectively blind ‘cause my optics are too good. ‘M thinkin’ yer processor’s the same.”

“That is an adapt comparison.”

“Let’s test yer knee,” Punch said. Prowl bent and straightened it as ordered. “Good. Give’m another cube o’ coolant. Just be safe. That’s how ya stop yerself from crashin’ too much, ain’t it. Ya go through coolant.”

“An obscene amount. I pay out of my own account. I am not stealing from the Autobots...”

“Takin’ what ya need to function ain’t stealin’. Ya ‘n me’ll see Ratchet when we get back. Maybe ya outta get some medgrade added to yer rations. I know Red does.”

“Okay.”

Prowl did not know why he wanted to cry. No. That was not true, he knew exactly why. He was utterly overwhelmed and utterly exhausted and having anyone care even this much was more comfort that he had been allowed in vorns and vorns. Since Praxus had been destroyed, Prowl had wondered what had become of his procreators, he had not felt the bonds break. Now he knew, and there was no peace knowing, only helplessness and guilt.

“I suppose yer procreators didn’t make it out,” Jazz said, softly as he placed another cube of coolant into Prowl’s servos.”

“Barricade broke them out before the bombing. They are detained. He could not convince them to enlist. He has kept them prisoner all this time. That was why he wanted me to defect. He thought that was the push that they would need.”

“Fraggin’ aft,” Jazz hissed. “He didn’t tell ya where?”

“No.”

“No matter. We’ll figure it out. ‘N we’ll spring them ourselves.”

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yodawgiherd · 5 years

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More than just red fabric

Rating: T Setting: current canonverse/manga chapter 118

Prompt: Could you please write Eremika to the 118th chapter. Something like the battle is already over, and Mikasa meets Eren, recovering from his wounds.

Note: Yo peeps, this is totally what's going to happen, i have through mysterious means acquired the future script of SnK, trust me. ;)

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It was over in the blink of an eye.

Marley military, arguably the mightiest in the world, quickly lost its bravado when faced with dozens of colossal titans emerging from the walls all around them. The battle, which up until now was rather one-sided, ended with a quick surrender of the invader, granting the defending forces of Paradis an unconditional victory.

But such triumph couldn’t have been achieved without sacrifices.

Zeke’s face was still etched into Eren’s memory, the relief on it quickly turning into horror as he was being picked up from the ruined body of his titan and swiftly brought to the waiting jaws. Once he ate his brother, and his royal blood coursed through Eren’s veins, the full potential of the coordinate was unlocked to him, giving him a complete control over the army in the walls. To be fair, Eren liked his brother, to a degree, but his zealous intent to end any life on the island was not a goal he could ever back. Euthanasia? Not on his watch. Eren had to play by Zeke’s rules, up until now, as he held most of the cards, but no more. Now the aces were in Eren’s hands.

And so, the rumbling began. Not on the full-scale, just a few of the giant titan army, but it was more than enough. No one could have faced this. With all their titans out of commission and the airships shot down, Marleyans had nothing to hit back with. Some pockets of resistance tried to keep their fighting spirits up, but from his vantage point high on the wall, where Eren climbed for a better view, he could easily direct the attention of his awoken colossal soldiers to quench any danger to his comrades. Now with the fighting done the unsung savior of Eldians sat down for a moment, to catch his breath and organize his thoughts. Because while today was won, the long-term effect was still fickle, and debatable, and he had to make sure that….

“Eren?”

A voice he knew, more intimately than his own, voice of a person he both longed for and dreaded to meet. Steeling himself and turning his head slightly, he decided to face the inevitable, which was coming to him in long strides.

Mikasa looked battle-worn, her uniform burned and cut, multiple new scratches and bruises on her skin, but didn’t appear to be seriously harmed. There was something about her, something Eren couldn’t quite place, that just didn’t sit right, not until she came to stand next to him and he finally managed to connect the dots together. Her scarf was gone. The usual redness underneath her chin being replaced with the pale glow of her skin, and a pink scratch on the left side, most likely from a bullet. The realization made Eren gasp. Not the fact that her scarf was missing, but that she was this close to dying, being shot down by a random soldier who’d never know that he killed the most impressive woman who ever lived.

“I left it behind.”, she said, seeing the stare at her bare throat, misinterpreting it. Defiant, she held her chin up, challenging his look with her own, unflinching. Apparently she was ready for him to be disappointed or something, even after everything he’s done to her. This girl was really one in a million.

“I’m glad.”, looking away, back at the city, Eren caught the change in her expression only at the edge of his vision, the simple words taking her aback.

“You’re…glad?”

“Of course. It’s good to see that you won’t let anyone insult you, not even me. Good to see that you’re finally free.”

Bark of laughter was the last thing he expected, but there it was, making him look back at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Something funny?”

“Are you really that dense?”, she asked, shaking her head with a bitter smile.

Unsure of what she meant, Eren waited for her to go on. Not like he had anything better to do right now anyway and having a moment alone with Mikasa was precious to him, especially now when everything else went to shit.

“That scarf, what do you think it meant for me? A bond? A chain binding me to you?”

Shrugging, he remained silent, because while he would most likely choose different words, the meaning was basically the same. The scarf was nothing but a collar to a leash that was firmly attached to him, not by anyone’s choice, but by her birth, and the tragedy that occurred. Mikasa was not to blame for it, no one but whoever forged that genetic chain was, and those people were long dead.

“You’re wrong.”, she cut into his thoughts, voice clear of any doubt in her heart, “It wasn’t you, the reason why I wore it, it was so much more.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at it from my perspective. I was nine years old and my parents were just brutally murdered in front of me. I was cold, hurting, alone, about to be sold off as cattle and then you came in. Saved me, wrapped that scarf around me…” Mikasa half raised her hand towards her neck before she remembered that it was bare, letting it fall back to her side, “It was warm, and safe, and showed me that there’s not only blood and violence in this world, but beautiful things too. That’s why I clung to it so much.”, she shook her head, sadness seeping into her words, “I would have given it up, if I had other reminders, but what was our life Eren? Was it nice? Safe? Warm? No. Your father disappeared, your mother died, our home was destroyed, and we spent every waking hour training and fighting to kill giant man-eating monsters. That’s hardly the life a young girl wishes for herself.”

“You didn’t have to join the military with me.”, Eren pointed out, “You decided to do that yourself.”

“And what was I supposed to do?”, she countered, “Let you die alone? You were my last link to the safety and warmth, you and the scarf, and with how you treated me when we were trainees…”

Eren could feel his ears warming up slightly when Mikasa reminded him of that time. She was right, he was nothing but an asshole towards her, jealous of her strength, hating how overprotective she was. It took him a long time before he realized it, and he regretted it ever since. And Mikasa was still far from done.

“We had to almost die together before our relationship improved, and once we reached the ocean I thought that maybe we could finally be done with this fighting, finally have a home to return to, not an endless line of camps.”, she sighed, “But I was naïve, wasn’t I. In the basement, we found out that titans were never the true enemy, that there are people, humans like us beyond the ocean, wanting nothing more than to exterminate us all. Another war to fight, perhaps even more brutal and savage than the one we just won. More restless nights. More training. More blood and violence.”, her voice turned bitter,” You disappeared, leaving me with nothing but memories and the stupid scarf to remember the warmth by. And when you returned, did you bring back the safety I craved? No. More war, insults, and hate I did not deserve in the slightest, both for me and Armin.”

“Mikasa I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

She didn’t let him finish.

“Yes, you did. Maybe not word-by-word, but overall you meant those words you said to me, don’t deny it.”, she pointed towards the city, “The battle is over, so I was wondering, would you perhaps tell me why? What did I do to make you hate me?”

A fair question, one that deserved a well-thought out answer from him, in the least. He had to make her see, understand, because their time was already growing short, and Eren had no idea what will happen once they are discovered.

“It’s… not that I hate you, I said that wrong and I apologize. I was angry at that time. Disappointed.”

“Disappointed?”, she tilted her head to the side, a gesture Eren found downright adorable and had to bite his tongue not to say it out loud, “Why?”

“You asked me to see from your perspective, so now please, do the same for me.”, he took a deep breath, doing his best to organize the words, but he was no poet. There was no way around this, and Mikasa deserved the truth.

“After we reached the ocean,”, he began, “I came to realize many things. My life is going to be short; I don’t have much time left. We, as a nation, are doomed, unless we do something. And, perhaps most importantly,”, this was hard to say without blushing, “the attention of the girl who used to annoy me to no end was actually rather pleasing after all.”

Mikasa blinked in surprise, her mouth dropping to a small “o”, but Eren pressed on, determined to get it off his chest.

“I don’t know what it was, the fondness I had for you, I think I had it in me for a long time, never realizing it. But here we were, maturing, both in body and in mind, and day after day I looked at you and wondered how I could ever take you for granted. The way you acted towards me, so attentive, and supportive, gentle, it was all I needed. When I was younger, it was just titans this, and titans that, experiments, shifting, but now I found myself wondering if you smile was always so radiant. If the way you tuck the strand of hair behind your ear was always so adorable, and if you were always so a-…uhm… attractive.”, unable to continue, fumbling on words, he looked away, “This is so embarrassing to say.”

“I was not the only one who changed, your body matured a lot too. A few years back we were the same height, and now I have to look up to see eye-to-eye.”, Mikasa offered, hoping to ease him out of his sudden muteness.

It took him a few seconds to realize what she was saying, but then it hit him. Did Mikasa just compliment how he looked?

“You still haven’t told me the whole story.”, she pointed out, before he could really start mulling over it.

“Right.”, he agreed, “So here I was, thinking about all these things I never cared for before, mostly regarding you, and I came to a conclusion. No matter how I felt, the lives of our nation come first. I left, as you said, crossed the ocean, met my brother, and we talked. He told me a lot, about the titans, the world, and also about you, the Ackerman clan. The bond you create, the unnatural strength, the way your bodies are genetically enhanced to serve as elite bodyguards. And it got me thinking. What if all this fondness you have for me, what if its not from you, but from the bond instead? What If you don’t like me because of your free will, but because you have to?”, Eren looked back at her, “What if all those feelings I realized I had for you, what if they were all a lie?”

Eyes swinging back to the city, Eren went on.

“Then I saw you, back at Marley, saving my ass again, and realized that I can’t control it. Even with all this knowledge about the bond, I still loved you. I hated myself, I hated you, I hated the stupid bond and whoever created it. And I said all those words, later, and you’re right that I meant them, to a degree. It was wrong to say them, but my feelings were still hurt, and Yelena was breathing down my neck, and it all came out much harsher than I ever wanted to. I don’t hate you, as a person, because you’re wonderful, but I hate the possibility that I forced you to love me, that I bound you to myself with that scarf, made you nothing more but a servant when you have the capability to be so much more.”

Silence fell after his words, because he said everything that he wanted to say, and now it was up to Mikasa to digest those words. And she did so with a laugh.

“Dummy.”

Eren looked up, unsure of what she meant, to see her staring down at him, face unreadable.

“Stand up.”, she ordered him, tone leaving no place for discussion.

Scrambling to his feet, Eren watched her unmoving expression, wondering if she wanted to punch him in the face or something, motion that was completely justified in his eyes and he would do nothing to stop it. There it was, Mikasa took a deep breath, and soon would pull her arm back to…

“Kiss me.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me.”, tone still completely militaristic, as if she was directing recruits on the field, her eyes holding steel in them, Mikasa’s lips didn’t do as much as twitch.

“I said kiss me.”, she repeated.

Slowly, sure that this is some kind of joke, or a revenge, Eren leaned closer, a bit scared of what would follow, and closer still, until he could gently and carefully press his lips against her forehead. Still, she didn’t hit him for some reason.

“Eren…”, she whispered instead, “You’re so incredibly dense sometimes.”

What? Did she want him to kiss her on the cheek or something? Surely not, he did not deserve such familiarity, not matter how much he craved to….

Her hands, appearing out of nowhere, took his face into a strong grip, and before he realized what was happening he was being pulled down, with a strength he could not deny, until his lips met hers, and they were actually kissing. The feeling made him freeze completely, because it felt much better than he ever even dared to hope, soft and warm, and while Eren couldn’t do much but stare Mikasa was way bolder, swiping her tongue alongside the seam of his mouth before pulling back, a wicked smile on her face.

“Dummy.”, she repeated, “I don’t have a single doubt about what I feel for you, not anymore. After you told me all those things, I was hurt, but in the end and after a lot of thinking I realized that you were right in a certain way. You made me look beyond the horizons I made for myself and see the bigger picture. I realized something. I don’t need the scarf. I don’t need you.”, she leaned closer, “But I want you, and there’s nothing unnatural about that.”

There was a lot of things he could say to that. But all of them felt unnecessary, as right now, there was a burning need inside him, one that he hasn’t felt in his life before. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he kissed her again, high on the wall, above the city that was still waking up from the aftermath of that terrible battle, the city that had many reasons to hate him, but with Mikasa in his hands and her lips moving alongside his own, he couldn’t bring himself to care. That was until she pulled back, making him growl, already missing the connection.

“You gotta apologize to Armin.”, she breathed out, “And Jean. They both trusted you.”

“They did?”

“Mhmm.”

“All right.”

But when he tried kissing her again, she pulled back out of his reach, giggling.

“Promise me.”

“Fine! I swear I’ll apologize to Armin.”

“And Jean.”, she added.

“And Jean.”, Eren agreed, already dreading the moment.

“And Connie.”, she went on, just about exceeding the limits of his patience.

“I’ll apologize to everyone, hundred times over. That enough?”

She nodded.

Whatever humiliation laid in his future was however completely worth it, as she allowed their mouth to combine again, each kiss feeling better than the last one. It didn’t matter that there was still the shortened lifespan of his to take into consideration. That while they repelled Marley for now, the danger persisted. That Yelena was still at large, somewhere below, most likely plotting her revenge already. That the world was still out to get them, even with their newest colossal guardians standing at attention. But Eren didn’t think about any of this, as for the moment he allowed himself to be selfish and focus solely on the woman he held.

Because any city can be rebuilt, but most importantly, maybe their relationship, which he thought dead and killed by his own hand, could be rebuilt too.

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