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Lost in the Pages, Birds of Paradis Chapter One

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"Man, I thought Shadis was gonna kill potato girl." Connie said with a sigh in his voice, closing his eyes as he leaned over the wooden beam before him. Standing up on the deck of one of the cabins designated for sleeping, right besides him remains none other than Marco Bodt.

Behind him? Mina Carolina, Eren Yeager, and Armin Arlert.

"I know, what a hell of a first day." Eren said from behind, making his way over to Marco and Connie. The two boys made space for the brunette, as he came between them. Armin's eyes didn't falter away from the sight of the brown ponytail running at a distance, feeling sympathy for Sasha in the moment as the sun pelted it's set above her head.

"It's almost funny, being told to run to the sunset didn't seem to bother her nearly as much as losing meal privileges for the next five days." Eren went on, as Mina walked out from behind Connie and Marco, standing next to Eren and leaning against the same beam of wood they'd all been gradually adding their weight to.

"She's from Dauper, if I remember right that's a small hunting village up in the mountains." Connie made it known what he knew about Sasha, the bare minimum given from her previous introduction before everyone. Eren's eyes shifted away from Sasha, and onto a wagon that was being pulled up the hill of the cadet grounds, towards the fences that should mean only one thing.

"What's that over there?" Pointing a dinger in the direction, Mina tweaked her eyes over for a good look. "Those are drop outs." She said in response to his question, "But it's only the first day." Armin tagged along in the conversation, walking across the boards of the porch to get over to Eren and Mina.

"That's how it is. You can't handle the pressure? You gotta leave." Everyone shifted their eyes towards Eren, Connie lulled his head over, and pushed more of his weight forwards into the railing before him. Marco loosened up his stance, and pulled himself away from the wood at the sight of Connie pushing in more. A soft smile on his lips as he allowed the shorter boy more space, not wanting to test this wood more than it's already been pushed.

"They'd rather pull plants than fight." As Eren finished, Marco found himself pulling away from Connie and towards Eren, lifting up his hand as he spoke. "I know about some of us, but you never mentioned where you were from, Eren." A simple question, returned with a light smile on Eren's lips as he reached out for Armin. Plopping a firm grasp on the shoulder of his friend, a firm shake as he looked back over to Marco.

"The same place he's from, from Shinganshina." Connie's eyes widened, and a lump in Marco's throat was swallowed. Mina gave Eren a double take, as Armin just stood there with his friends hand on his shoulder.

"Oh— well, that means-"

"You saw it!" Connie cut off Marco, who was the more uncomfortable of the two upon hearing that initial statement. More thrown off by Connie's outright state of immediate questioning, the assumptions that come along with saying he's from Shinganshina.

Titans.

"You were there that day!" Marco quickly turned on his heel, a bead of sweat making it past his cheekbone as he snagged an index finger towards Connie. "Hey, c'mon-"

"The colossal one— did you see it?!" Ignoring Marco's outright attempt at getting Connie to avoid digging up a strangers trauma, especially one with titans. Connie's eyes were wide with curiosity, as Eren's voice softly dropped before he got the chance to use it again.

"Yeah. Yeah I did." Eren replied softly, removing his hand from Armin's shoulder, and putting it next to his other hand on the beam of the wooden barrier before them. Mina exhaled with a nervous air, as everyone around them slowed their conversation to a a stop.

In that moment of uncomfortable silence, Mina Carolina's mind wandered back to the girl who she stood beside during the initial orientation for the cadets of the 104th training corps. Who knows if it was an attempt to lighten the mood, or to just say what most people had previously thought about. One way or another, Eren and Armin's attention went straight to her as soon as she opened her mouth to speak.

"There's a girl here from Stohess." Marco's eyes moved over to Mina, a glimmer of thankfulness in them at the changing of the topic, regardless of the fact that he knows they'll be on it again just as quickly as it was dropped. But Marco didn't care, he joined in on Mina's conversation in the hopes it would be enough to keep Connie's interest at bay temporarily.

"I heard she's from a military family, think that she'll be any good?" Marco asked, as Eren brought his hands up above his head. Holding onto his elbows, and arching his back.

"Probably just trying to find an easy way into the Military Police, if you ask me." Armin brought his hand up to his friends shoulder, and gave it a subtle push. Not hard enough to knock Eren off his feet, but hard enough to get him to look over at his friend.

"What was that supposed to be for?" Pulling both his arms down off the top of his head, and crossing them over his chest. Armin gave a blank stare to Eren, and shook his head.

"You don't know her, none of us do. I bet we're not the only one's making assumptions about her based off of what little we know." Trying to get the point in to Eren that being so upfront about judgments and ideas about a person isn't the right thing to do.

"Not to mention, it might be uncomfortable to explain that thought to her yourself if she caught you." Armin added, pointing an index finger out behind Eren to get him to look. Turning around on his heels, the wood under his boot creaking into the weight of his turn. Eyes landing firm on two figures, as they walked towards the circle of cabins spread out among the training grounds.

"Right, sure." Eren said softly, removing his hands from over his chest, and rubbing the back of his neck. He turned to Connie, Mina, and Marco. Said something about heading inside to the mess hall, while Armin kept his eyes out and stared at you from the distance.

 You kept walking towards them all, unknowing of Armin's eyes unable to look away from you at the Cabin. Making his way closer to the beam, as everyone around him on the deck of the cabin gradually moved away. Heading towards the mess hall, Eren piped up and shouted something towards Armin as he only now became aware of his lack of presence along with him.

"Armin! You're gonna come, right?"

"In a minute, just give me a second." Waving off his friend, earning a shrug of the shoulders as Eren made off on his way, with Marco and the others with him the whole time. Clasping both his hands firmly over the wooden beam, fingers curled right over it.

Soft, e/c eyes would do anything but look right at him. Unaware of the blonde boy staring at you, trying to pick apart the pieces of who you just might be out of his own curiosity. Walking with a light smile on your face, holding up a casual conversation with a taller male next to you.

He's older than Eren and I, that's for sure. Maybe by two years, at the most.

Adorned in a green shirt and brown pants for his plain clothes, broad shoulders and short blonde hair. Parted in the middle, two little strands sticking out on his forehead that were just a touch longer than the rest of his length. He stood taller than you, laughing at something you said out of Armin's ear shot.

Even by the clothes you wore, it was obvious you came from a life that not many people here would be able to envision themselves having. Armin's weight shifted forwards, propping his arm up on the surface of the beam below him. Bending one of his knees, and dipping his face into one of his hands. Propping a chin up in his palm, as his eyes followed you.

A long, baby blue skirt that reached the length of your knees. You'd occasionally pull it up, but the skirt would drop back down to your hips and allow it's hem to kiss at your knees again. Like it was too big for you, as if the clothes were hand-me-downs.

It's texture looked like silk, and each pleat looked like it was set in permanently, like crisp folds on parchment. You wore a white blouse, top buttons undone. Nothing in the line of the collar, popped up against your neck. Hair tied back into a low bun, save for a couple stray strands of h/c that stuck out behind your ears, hairline and nape of the neck.

Then your form became much more visible, and the faint glimmer of your voice could be heard as you got close enough to interact with. Armin's eyes widened at the realization, darting away from you and the boy by your side as soon as he'd understood he didn't want to get caught staring at you.

He doesn't even quite fully understand why he stayed back in the first place, but his feet just didn't give him the option to leave as soon as you stepped in his eyesight for the very first time. Placing his palm on the side of his face, hearing you laugh at something the person besides you said this time. More clear, not a single ring on the water of your voice.

Smooth.

"Alright, Reiner, I appreciate you showing me the way here." You said so politely, naming the boy next to you on your way to the mess hall. Armin's feet felt like they were glued in place, as Reiner spoke back up again in response to you while passing Armin himself.

"No problem at all, don't even mention it. I don't mind saving a spot for you either—"

"That's fine actually, thank you but I've already got a seat." Armin held his breath, and waited for the two of you to completely pass him. Letting go of the beam, and holding onto his chest. He picked his head up and put it back in the direction of you, and watched as you went up the steps to the mess hall one by one.

But you didn't go in when the other one did. You stayed on the raised deck of the building, and made your way over to the wooden beam railing. Placing your hands around it, and loosening up your shoulders. Staring out for a few moments, your eyes latching onto various different faces.

"Is she looking for someone?" Armin mumbled to himself, feeling like he's in too deep to just leave now.

After all, this is the girl who's name was at the forefront of everyone's mind earlier.

Even he's curious, and he's not quite so sure about what to make of himself for that, and how he's stood here this whole time.

Your shoulders sunk down, and your eyes drooped down into a disappointed gaze. A soft frown took over your lips, as you shook your head and turned around. Hand dragging along the railing, right before shoving it back down by your side. Walking into the doors of the mess hall, leaving Armin to wonder what that was about.

And it wasn't even any of his business.

But watching you walk into the mess hall was his sign that it was time to go in. He'd kept Eren and the other's waiting long enough.

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Lost in the Pages, Birds for Paradis. Chapter 0

You ripped yourself away from your family duties the first chance you got. Expectations on you were higher than any of your other siblings, and you would soon find out why. Refusing to carry on the family tradition, you run away from your home and went as far south as you could. Enlisting in the 104th training cadets was how you started your life, it was the first choice you ever made for yourself without being lead to that decision by one of your parents. That's where you met them, the people who you'd eventually consider the most important in your life. You had so much in common with most of them, it was hard not to get attached. But you certainty did, attachment was inevitable. Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Historia Reiss, Jean Kirstein, Ymir, and Reiner Braun. Those are the names of the people who made it impossible for you to stay at arms length. If it weren't for those people, your life surely wouldn't have gone about the way it did. But out of all of them? Reiner Braun, and Armin Arlert? Those two, they played the most difficult roles in your life. Both painful, and pleasant. It wasn't all bad, not at all. Some of it...was sweet. If only it could have stayed that way. *AoT Season one* In progress *AoT Season two* /Not there yet/ *AoT Season three part one* /Not there yet/ *AoT Season three part two* /Not there yet/ *AoT Season four part one* /Not there yet/ *AoT Season four part two* /Not there yet/

Reader insert fanfiction

Y/n= Your name

F/n= Father name

E/c= Eye color

H/c= Hair color

Year 847

"Is a pathetic worm like you the best at Karanese has to offer?!"

You stand at a halt, fist curled against your chest. Saluting with your heart, as your eyes try their hardest to stay away from the dark haired girl next to you. Tied up in pigtails, one on either shoulder. she shuts her eyes and shouts back, a pink tint growing in her cheeks that rises from her neck.

"Sir! I'm afraid that's the case, sir!" She shouts back, moving ever so slightly where she stood. Her shoulder bumping into yours, though you didn't move. You told yourself that you weren't allowed to move, not right now. The last thing you wanted was to speak in front of so many people, better yet the last thing you wanted was to be yelled at in front of so many.

"And your name?" The instructor shouted again, keeping his head right next to hers. Bending at the hip to tower over her, not the knees. You held your breath, "Mina Carolina, sir!" As her name was shouted back. He didn't say anything else, as he grabbed her by the top of the head, and turned her around.

there he goes. Standing back up straight, Keith Shadis. The Commandant, he turns his head to the left of Mina, staring down the empty row before him. Taking a step forwards, and stopping right in front of you. Places his hands behind his back, and slowly turns to make eye contact with you.

"What's your name." It's not a question, it's a demand and you know that. Fighting off the sigh that crawls up your throat, you clear your throat and speak up.

"Y/n." Short and simple, as you lock eyes with him. Tightening the muscles in your arm, your back, everything. Feer creeping up into you, as he slowly leans down to your height. Bending at the hips, towering over you inch by inch until his forehead is smacked against yours.

"Any last name?"

"No, sir. Just Y/n." A couple eyes shifted towards you in the mix of young soldiers lined up, everyone from the ages of twelve to sixteen. Most fall on the younger side, when it comes to the 104th training corps. You stand in on that same side, having enlisted as soon as you could. You figure the stares stem from the statement regarding your name.

"Where are you from then, just Y/n."

You don't want to say, but it's on your enlistment paperwork anyways.

"Stohess, Sir." A mix of subtle gasps surround around you at the statement. You feel your left eyebrow twitch as the eyes pile up on you, there wasn't anybody who didn't hear that who wasn't now staring at you with disbelief in their eyes. Keith Shadis took a step back himself, raising his head back up away from your forehead. Eyeing you up and down, both his eyebrows raised in accordance before he chose to speak back up again.

"You're a long ways from home. What possessed you to enlist in the most southern district, Cadet?!" He acknowledged you just now, referring to you as a cadet. The anxiety dwelled down in your stomach, nobody dared to speak a word as everyone peeled their eyes on the unlikely situation happening right in front of them.

All thinking the same thing.

If you're from Stohess, back behind wall Sina? Why would you ever enlist in the first place. Why would you enlist to Trost, if you're to enlist at all? What kind of background do you come from, is you're coming to Trost, away from Stohess? It's not doubt by now in your mind, that eventually these are questions you're going to hear from them.

But that doesn't matter.

"I come from a military family. I'm only doing what's expected of me." And just like that, half the people caught up in the attention of you looked away. Keith Shadis nodded his head, and moved on. Not asking you another question, deciding that was enough to get out of you.

Doing you a favor, by dropping it.

As he walked away onto the next person, and kept on going, you let out a sigh. Shaking your head to yourself, and loosening up your stance. The tension in your shoulders unwinding, the sweat behind your ears and neck finally making itself present in your physical standings.

Nervousness.

You turned to look away, catching a pair of amber eyes digging straight into yours. Held right below a pair of thin, light brown eyebrows. A look of confusion and disbelief being shot right through you from a boy standing across the open dirt. You raised one of your eyebrows, and shrugged your shoulder as if to ask what the hell he was staring at like that for. He simply exhaled sharply, and tore his eyes away from you.

You knew this might happen. Hoped maybe you'd be able to go a couple weeks without anyone finding out you're from Stohess, but put on the spot like that? You know already, that most of the people here already view you in a certain light. Privileged, snobby, uptight. Anything that goes along with those words?

You wouldn't be surprised if that's how you're thought of. You wouldn't blame them for it, either.

But it's just not true. None of those things are true.

This is what's expected of you, having grown up in the household you did. This was mandatory, it was never an option. One day between the ages of twelve and sixteen, you were going to enlist regardless. It was never worth having a conversation over, it was...expected.

But not like this.

You were going to do it your way, not theirs.

(This fic can also be red on Quotev and Wattpad. Coming to Archive of Our own, soon.)

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You ripped yourself away from your family duties the first chance you got. Expectations on you were higher than any of your other siblings, and you would soon find out why. Refusing to carry on the family tradition, you run away from your home and went as far south as you could. Enlisting in the 104th training cadets was how you started your life, it was the first choice you ever made for yourself without being lead to that decision by one of your parents. That's where you met them, the people who you'd eventually consider the most important in your life. You had so much in common with most of them, it was hard not to get attached. But you certainty did, attachment was inevitable. Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Historia Reiss, Jean Kirstein, Ymir, and Reiner Braun. Those are the names of the people who made it impossible for you to stay at arms length. If it weren't for those people, your life surely wouldn't have gone about the way it did. But out of all of them? Reiner Braun, and Armin Arlert? Those two, they played the most difficult roles in your life. Both painful, and pleasant. It wasn't all bad, not at all. Some of it...was sweet. If only it could have stayed that way. *AoT Season one* In progress *AoT Season two* /Not there yet/ *AoT Season three part one* /Not there yet/ *AoT Season three part two* /Not there yet/ *AoT Season four part one* /Not there yet/ *AoT Season four part two* /Not there yet/

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So here’s a fresh start, new accounts for everything. Here’s a fanfiction I’m working on, will transfer it here in addition to sharing it’s other sources. You can also read it on Wattpad, “Lost in the pages, Birds for Paradis” By LeonhartFav. Just trying to boost new readers to my work, that’s all!