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allthelovenina · 27 days

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Nothing lasts forever

NSFW warning, MDNI.

Pair: levi ackerman x reader

Shout out to @leviismybby for giving me the idea.

English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for writing errors and mistakes.

Also, it's my first time writing smut. Please be nice T-T

It's been a long week. Training, paperwork, and negotiations for the upcoming mission funding.

So, there you were attending another ball alongside other scout higherups, Hange, Erwin and Levi. The ball was thrown by a "rich brat" as Levi calls him, who was enthusiastic about spending his money in places no one else would. In truth, Erwin saw this as an opportunity to convince him that the Scouts could take back Wall Maria with the assistance of Eren Jeager, the titan kid. In that case, he was able to expand his construction business further and gain a huge profit, considering the amount of destruction the buildings had gone through.

The "rich brat" who was only the same as yours, named "Benjamin Scott". A handsome and smart man who threw this party and invited everyone involved in the three regiments to find more connection and link with people who would one day be useful to him.

Anyways, there you were. Makeup on your face like a piece of art, hair done, in your heels, turning heads to yourself. No one could not notice you. Which of course, was a pain in Levi's butt, except that he didn't know why. He had no idea why was he so pissed off the moment he stepped into this stupid party, surrounded by idiots. Of course, he didn't acknowledge the fact that he was jealous, even to himself.

Whatever was going on between you and Levi was...complicated. you weren't in a relationship but you were definitely something more than "friends" or "colleagues" which was just a headache to you. You were sick of this situation, you were in no place to roll your eyes at the new recruits who constantly tried to hit on him, or to get close enough to him to bring him out of his agony and you were certainly in no position to touch him, kiss him or give him a pat on his head when he is tired and overworked. You were really done with him not acknowledging you nor your feelings, when you finally realized he wasn't going to ever be anything more to you, you gave up. This party had the perfect timing because now you had an excuse to be drunk without anyone suspecting you that you're drinking because of Levi.

Afterall, being flirty with those rich bastards has always been your job to secure the funding for missions, handed to you by Erwin. Add some alcohol to that equation, and there you are. Flirting shamelessly with the one and only Benjamin Scott. To be honest, you took his attention the moment you stepped into the hall, he could always appreciate a beautiful woman with the right amount of strength.

On the other side of the hall, there stood Levi, no real expression on his face but his eyes said something else. He was staring at you and Benjamin from afar and as unusual as it was for him, he was drinking. He wasn't listening nor was he paying any attention to anything and anyone but you and the man you seemed so fond of while chatting. He sighed with anger once he saw the blush on Benjamin's face.

No one really noticed Levi's anger, he had always been grumpy anyway so it didn't seem anything unordinary. Except for Hange of course. They could easily read his mind and expression, with a tease in their voice, they said "Seems like y/n is having fun. I guess the guy will fully cover our financial matters."

Levi remained silent and he took another shut. "Someone's having it tough, huh?"

"Shut up four eyes."

"Jeez it's not my fault she chose him over you!"

"I said shut up! I don't care."

"You know Levi, if it's messing your head to this extent I think you actually do. You're not being honest with yourself."

"It's not that I like her like that it's just that Erwin shouldn't take advantages of her like that! Sending her to flirt with these bastards so they would give us the fundings we need. That's all!"

"Oh yeah? Well it's not the first time he asked her to do so and you never seemed this worked up. Could it be that not only she seems to be having a good time with him, she's been ignoring you?"

He frowned, they had a point though. A few nights ago you went to him, expressing concern about the amount of work he'd been doing and of course, all he said to her was "I'm busy doing your job as well, peace out." You didn't talk to him ever since that incident, only a few words like "hey" and "sign this".

He waited. He was probably the most patient man you knew. Anyways, on your way back to the HQ, you kept ignoring him. Hange called you to hold a conversation with you about the lovely, handsome man who was determined to fund the next operation. Meanwhile, Levi was gone. Perhaps he was too tired. Perhaps...

Damn it. He didn't mean it that. He just wanted you to know that the main reason he was okay with overworking was you, so you would have less work on your plate since you two had the same rankings. He could see now how offensive he came off as. So after a handful amount of blaming and cursing himself and overthinking everything, he decided to wait. Like a patient hunter who waits for his prey, he waits. He kept watching you chatting with the handsome man, he almost felt like a creep. Imagining things he would do to you the moment you get back to the HQ. Although he was inexperienced he felt like he knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

You got to your room only to find Levi, sitting on your bed with his eyes on the floor. You were surprised by the sight. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You raised an eyebrow, little did you know it was going to be about tonight or the other day in his office. "What about?"

There was no emotion in his expression nor his tone as he lifted his head and looked at you "We need to talk."

He sounds annoyed as he lets out a sigh and says "You're right. Why would I talk? I've never been good with my words..." Unlike Erwin or your lover boy of a spoild rich brat.

He got up, stepping towards you. As your confusion grew, the distance between you two shrank by him. He basically invaded your personal space, whispering, "You don't get it, do you?"

Before you could answer him, or even ask him what was he talking about, his lips were on yours. His tongue getting in your mouth, swirling around. You were in one word, shocked.

It finally happened.

You knew damn well no joy in this world lasted long so now that you had such a delightful moment, you claimed it. You closed your eyes, kissing him back as he put one of his hands on your waist and the other on the back of your shoulders as he pulled you even closer. You rested one of your hands on the back of his neck, and the other ran through his undercut, yanking his raven hair a little.

You broke the kiss to catch your breath and hallelujah, you were blessed by a scene no one had ever seen. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes that were filled with desire. The blush was spread all over his cheeks and his lips were swallowed, puffy and wet.

He was like a painting by some lavish artist in Wall Sina. You could just look at him all day long but as you were too busy admiring his beauty, his lips invaded your neck, sucking it oh so desperately. He kissed your skin and ran his tongue on it like a thirsty man who finally found water. He felt helpless in your presence. All of the questions in his head were answered now. Why does he get pissed whenever someone gets too close to you? Why does he find himself looking for you in every crowded room during the meetings or meals? Why is it that he hates it when you overwork yourself and when you ask him for something and he gives whatever it is to you like a mindless puppet?

He...adored you. Simply loved you. As much as anyone like him was ever capable of loving someone.

So there he was, cursing your soft skin and scent for making him this animalistic. This brainless as he bit your earlobe. He just wanted you, at this moment, in was only you and him in this whole world.

And oh man, when he finally heard your moans...it was as if something got into him, driving him to the verge of sanity. He felt a disgustingly sweet warmth in his heart as he heard those angelic moans. He wanted more, no he needed more.

When he finally could let go of that smooth neck, his mouth got close to your ear as he whispered "If you want me to stop this is your last chance because if I take one step further I won't be able to stop. Make up your mind and make sure you won't regret it."

Is he fucking serious? Hasn't he noticed it already? Hasn't he seen the desperation in your smallest actions? Didn't he realize you needed him?

Probably not, otherwise, he wouldn't say such a dumb thing. As a response, you unbuttoned his shirt as your eyes never left his. Running your hands on his chest, drawing circles around his nipples with ghostly movements. He grabbed your wrist and made you lie on your back on your bed. He got rid of his shirt, throwing it god knows where. Now came the hard part.

Should I tear her stupid dress up or fuck her with it on?

He slid two fingers in your mouth while your head rested on the pillow beneath your head. The other hand unbuckled his belt. You sucked his fingers as if your life depended on it, taking them into your thraot, muffled moans came out of your mouth. Then he pulled the wet fingers out of your mouth, slid them into the collar of your dress and ran them all over your breasts. He pulled out your breasts, perhaps if you weren't a mess and your mind actually did have any room for anything except for Levi and pleasure, you would've seen the spark in his eyes once he saw your exposed body. Oh he wasn't going to take that dress off. You would be fucked with that tease on.

He sucked your nipple as if it was his meal after long days of starvation while the already wet fingers of his played with the other, pinching and twisting it. He hasn't really done much at this point but you could still feel the heat between your legs. You were on cloud nine, so you didn't mind the marks he had left on your breasts once he was done with them. Exposed, wet and sore. The air hitting the wet flesh makes you feel the chill down your spine. He went down, holding one of your legs by the ankle as he put it on his shoulder. You still had your heels on. He kissed your ankle, leaving hot, wet traces on your leg as he was kissing it and running his tongue on it. He marked your legs too as he was sucking and nibbing them, worshipping them basically. He goes up little by little until he reaches the gates of heaven. He specifically only runs the tip of his tongue on where your hips are connected to your body. He wanted to tease you, he kissed your skin so hard and sucked it while bitting it. Small bites all over the skin that are close to that era. All of a sudden he slipped his tongue into your panties, leaving kitten licks on your folds as the fabric was still on and that's when you saw the stars. "You were having fun, weren't you? Ignoring me and chatting with a spoiled brat. Huh? Did you like it when he was eyefucking you? Tsk...he had no idea I'd be devouring you like this, had he?"

"Levi...Please..."

"Answer me!"

"Nghh no I didn't enjoy it!"

"Oh? And why is that? You seemed very pleased by the attention he gave you."

He couldn't help but leave a slap on your pussy, you gasped in surprise and pain as he started stroking it while the underwear was still on. He pulled the underwear so up the fabric was now rather exposing everything and leaving a delicious pain.

"Doesn't matter anymore cause you're mine!"

He pulled the underwear down, put both of your legs on his shoulders and he got closer, stroking his cock on your entrance, feeling your wetness. Then with no warning, he slid two fingers in. You moaned loudly then she smacked your buttock with the other hand.

"Keep it down unless you want everyone to know what a mess you turned into under me. Not that I have any problem with that though."

He increased the speed of his fingers, and then, they found the sweet spot in you. Once he saw how you reacted-practically jumped- he knew he pushed the right button. He aimed the spot again and again and again until you had to shut your moans by covering your mouth with your hand.

"You like it, don't you? Fuck you're so wet. What a filthy girl you are! My filthy girl."

"Levi...not enough...please..."

"Please, what y/n?"

You didn't see any smirk on his lips but you heard it in his tone .

"Slow down? Stop? Leave you like this? What?"

"No! No no no no, please! F...fuck me already. Levi!"

"You're lucky I'm not going to punish you for ignoring me this whole week!"

He then pulled out the fingers, digging them into the flesh of her thighs now as he repositioned himself between them, holding his cock, entering her hole slowly. Her eyes rolled back and a loud moan skipped from her mouth, she bit her lips to shut the moans. Levi, on the other hand, kept it quiet with ease, not that his cock didn't twist by the scene in front of him but he kept it down only to listen to her. He slowly pushed further and now was fully in her. He put a hand next to her head, on the bed as the other held one of her legs on his shoulder. He was looking at her closer as he whispered "Look at you..."

He wasn't sure if you heard him, you didn't really. Too preoccupied by the pain and the pleasure.

"Tell me when you're ready, okay?"

He tucked a stray of her hair behind her ear as he was waiting for her to adjust, secretly admiring her in every possible way. Not only her beauty but also her grace.

"G...go on."

And that was all he needed to hear. All those years of training and his stamina were paying off in another way now... not to fight or destroy but to pleasure and satisfy. Initially, his hips moved in a slow yet hard and steady way. He didn't moan, but he was panting while you were a hot mess, trying so hard and desperately to get a hold of yourself and keep it down, shutting your moans, but you failed. All you could do was not scream.

That was until he found that sweet spot again. (Bold of you to assume he forgot where it was in the first place). Your neck arched back as you let out another loud moan. He increased his speed, aiming for that poor spot. Hitting it over and over. You could swear at this point your walls got his shape, feeling every vein and curve of his cock.

One of his hands grabbed your breast tightly and the other was now working on your clit. Started with ghostly slow touches, getting more and more aggressive as his speed increased. You were seeing stars. It didn't take you long before your pussy was tightened around his cock, and that's when he knew you were closed.

"Cum for me. Make a mess on my cock."

And as if that was all you needed to hear, you followed his command. Reaching your climax in no second, still moaning. Good thing everyone's already asleep. You hoped so.

The marks on your neck and breasts, the mess you became because of him, your smudged lisptick, and ruined mascara made him proud. No, that's an underestimation. It struck his ego. That alone could make him cum and boy, he did cum. He pulled out and cummed on that stupid dress on yours that had been on his nerves all night long.

Still both of you were panting when he fell right next to you on the bed.

"You...ruined my dress...jerk!"

"I'll buy you another brat."

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bloompompom · 7 months

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Trending Now! Beloved, international pop sensation was spotted getting hot and heavy with the lead vocalist of Devil's Paradise, Eren Jaeger, at an after-party, sparking rumors of a secret fling. The unlikely couple has yet to comment publicly on the status of their relationship, but their scandal-worthy PDA alone implies they must know each other very well.

Ha! That couldn’t be any further from the truth.

♡ pairings: rockstar!eren jaeger x popstar!female reader, eren jaeger x historia reiss ♡ content: ~11.6k word count. enemies-to-lovers, jealousy, mentions of infidelity, alcohol, slut shaming, cyberbullying, brief oral sex (m!receiving), PIV sex, explicit sexual content, explicit language. reader discretion advised. ♡ previous chapter | next chapter coming soon | series masterlist

★ Chapter Five ★

Eren has a lot of making up to do if he hopes to get out of this relationship unscathed, but it seems he's already in too deep for such wishful thinking.

Believe it or not, it was Historia who approached Eren at the party that night. She found it just as strange, considering she never had to do that before. It felt degrading, scampering after him like a lost puppy, but she was tired of waiting on him to make the first move.

She was also the one to suggest they go back to Eren’s place. She offered up the idea after Jean bothered them one too many times, doing everything short of yanking her off Eren’s lap. By that point in the night, she was sick of hearing your name on everyone’s lips, as if once wasn’t more than enough. Where did this sudden interest in you come from?

Historia knew about you and Eren. At least, she knew as much as the general population did. Eren couldn’t tell her about the fake relationship. NDA, remember? If any information leaked, who knew what would happen to him—to you? But he didn’t need to tell her anything beyond that for her to accept her role as the ‘other woman.’ She brought that up on her own. She liked the excitement of it, the thrill of being wanted over you, Miss Most Eligible. He wished he could say it shocked him, but that was just the type of person she was.

And yes, Eren could have said no. He could have said no at any time, from the moment Historia came onto him to when she dragged him out of the party. He could have said no to fooling around during the car ride or when she pounced on him in his foyer before he shut the front door. But he didn’t. He didn’t know what he was thinking—if he even was at all.

Historia laid her back against the wall, beaming up at him with her doll-like eyes. She took him by the collar of his shirt and brought him close. Giggly as she went, she unbuttoned it for him, slipping it off his shoulders, then tossed it aside for you to find later, intentionally or not. She threw herself into his arms, ready to be taken to bed. Things escalated from there until she was straddling Eren, wearing nothing but her lace bra as she had her way with him.

Her hips began to slow as she leaned in to kiss him, deep, with an open mouth to let her tongue meet his. She soon pulled back, tilting her head as she looked down at him, like she pitied him. She ran one of her delicate hands down the side of his face.

“Is everything okay?” she asked. She kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw.

Eren only muttered back, “Mhm,” but it didn’t carry the confidence it should. “Why?”

“You’re—” She cut herself off with a demure smile. She was trying to be tactful, as kind as she could be, if it were possible. “Going soft.”

As if he didn’t know already.

It would normally bother him, but for whatever reason, it didn’t tonight.

“Sorry. I probably drank too much.” He started to sit up on his elbows, but she pushed him back down with a hand against his chest.

“That’s never stopped you before,” Historia said with a faux pout that was meant to be cute.

She perched higher on her knees, shimmying down the length of his body. She took him in her hand, giving him a few pumps before starting to jerk him off. She kept her gaze on his face as she brought her lips to his cock, purring happily.

While everything else around him felt turbulent, her mouth was soft and warm. His head went heavy against the pillow, eyes shutting out the rest of the world as if he could find solace in the back of her throat.

He didn’t watch her as she bobbed up and down because suddenly, you were there. Right in front of him, always popping up at the worst times, it felt like.

In Eren’s mind, you looked just as you did sitting in the limo. He could vividly see your hand, nails painted white, inches away from his leg; the split in your skirt that had been catching his eye all night, creeping higher and higher, exposing more of your thigh as you leaned into him. With champagne on your breath, Eren could hear your voice as you said, ‘Kiss me.’

“That’s better,” Historia giggled, sounding pleased with herself. She straddled his lap again, picking up where she had left off.

It confused him, but he didn’t stop thinking about it—about you. It wasn’t that he couldn’t stop himself, he just didn’t want to, even as Historia began bouncing on his cock. He only wanted to keep his eyes shut and think about how you’d look on top of him. He tried to imagine your tits, how they’d look in his face, but he could only see you in that tight top, still in the back of that limo.

Kiss me, Kiss me, Kiss me.

Eren placed his hands on Historia’s hips, pretending they were yours. He held you in place as he started to buck his hips deeper.

He should feel guilty over this, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Not right now, at least. No one had to know; he was safe in the sanctity of his mind. Nothing would ever come from his harmless fantasizing, so it didn’t matter. None of it mattered.

Historia started porno moaning, making it difficult for Eren to focus on you. And when he squeezed her thighs, he only felt her. He was losing you, and Historia was losing her patience with him.

She came to a complete stop, another one of her fake gasps getting cut off mid-breath, and glared down at him. Her hands were no longer against his chest but folded across her own.

“Are you going to come or what?”

So that was how it was going to be. Eren figured as much.

Part of him wanted her off him. But the other half wanted her to stay for no other reason than he was unwilling to risk letting go of the only way he could have you.

Eren relaxed into the bed with a heavy breath. He ran a tired hand through his hair as he honestly said, “Don’t think so.”

As if the snip in her tone wasn’t enough already, she became visibly upset. It was like she was running through the stages of grief all at once. Denial, bargaining, anger—then she just stayed in anger.

Her perfectly plucked eyebrows knitted together. She gave this pathetic ‘hmmph’ and crawled off of him, then the bed entirely. She nearly tripped as she stepped into her underwear. As she started to collect the rest of her clothing, she snapped, “I don’t get what’s wrong with you tonight.”

“Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m exhausted and drank too much.” And you’ve been pissing me off.

Eren had been with Historia long enough to know where this was going. He knew his blatant disinterest, unintended or not, would get under her skin. After all, she liked to be the most important thing in the world.

“It’s like you’re not even into me anymore.”

There it was, just as he predicted. And she was probably right—even Eren couldn’t say for sure. But if he did have any feelings for her left, he was sure he would have tried talking her back into bed rather than arguing, “You’re the one that dumped me, remember?”

It was easy to fall back into old bickering habits; they had been there and done that countless times during the year they spent together.

“And you’re the one that wanted to get back together, remember? ” Historia had fully dressed now. Her shirt was on backward, but Eren didn’t feel like mentioning it. “But I’m not going to keep pretending to be interested in some limp-dick loser who doesn’t know what he wants.”

She called him a few other names, ‘limp-dick loser’ being the most benign of the bunch. All the while, Eren sat there, blanket tossed over his lap, and took every dig without a single word until she left with nothing more than a slam of the door; he could hear its resounding sound even from his bedroom.

Maybe if this happened a few months ago, he would have been embarrassed over it. But right now, he was just relieved she was gone.

Those buried feelings of resentment reared themselves again, washing over his body much like the shower he wanted to take, ridding himself of her, but he couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed.

Sure, Historia wasn’t all that pleasant to be around, but at least she was there. She was a warm body, someone to hold, to talk to, even if she didn’t always listen. But Eren started to feel lonelier when he was with her than he would if he were alone. He’d forgotten how it felt, like he’d repressed the bleakness that plagued the last month of their relationship, just for the sake of feeling something.

But there was more to it than that. It was complicated and messy and Eren didn’t want to deal with it—as if he wasn’t dealing with it already. His feelings were obvious enough, weren’t they? When minutes ago, he couldn’t even fuck someone without thinking about you.

Months ago, back when this ordeal began, Eren decided there were two ways to handle this if he wanted to come out on the other side of this ‘relationship’ alive. The first: he could get back into your good graces, which was much easier said than done.

Despite wanting his thirty-minute break that day, he couldn’t say no to bringing lunch to your apartment when you called. He was curious; what would you be like without Petra, without Pieck—without all the fucking cameras? He wanted to see if you had any lingering feelings from that fateful after-party. It was for selfish reasons, if he had to admit it now. He thought he could play into it, use your emotions to his advantage in hopes you’d keep him around without complaint.

That option was quickly crumpled and thrown into the trash, considering you were already dreaming of your eventual ‘breakup.’ So he went with option two, that it would be easiest for everyone involved if you continued hating him. It wasn’t hard; you already had this bitter competition going, always pushing each other’s buttons and seeing who was the best at it.

This way, after this fake relationship blew over, you could move on with your separate lives—he could move on.

Eren had narrowly escaped the trenches of a shitty breakup; how much of a dumbass would he be to jump back in? There was no chance he could let himself get close to you—or vice-versa—because fake dating was one thing, but developing real feelings? Then it would be inevitable that one of you would hurt in the end, and Eren wasn’t willing for it to be him again.

So that was his plan: he’d go on hating you, and you, him. It was simple, practically fault-proof. Up until Eren realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to move on from this. And that really freaked him out.

Perhaps it was all in his head—no, he was sure it was all in his head, but that didn’t make the little, nagging feeling any less real. A voice so small that it was nothing more than a whisper, coaxing and caressing him, telling him honeyed words. That, deep down, you didn’t despise him as much as you led on.

But what wasn’t in his head, what was very much real, was the way you’d look at him on the rare occasion, like there was a faint glimmer behind your eyes. Just these fleeting instances, gone before Eren could even think to try and capture them, offered him glimpses inside. Like at the Alternative Music Awards, right after the announcement that Devil’s Paradise had won, he saw it then. He wrapped you in his arms, desperate to keep it, whatever it was, for himself. That was when he knew he was in deep—that this wasn’t just harmless lust.

What better way to sabotage it all than going back to his ex and fucking her like she could fill the void?

Eren woke up that morning with someone at his front door: you. His breath warmed the pillow as he blindly slapped his hand around the bed, searching for his phone to stop that damned ringing. His eyes blinked and adjusted to his phone screen, and when he checked who was on the other side of the camera, he saw you, nose nearly pressed up against it like you’d never seen one before.

He held his breath, thinking he was about to get chewed out for last night, wondering who had already told you—or worse: you’d seen everything from another shitty tabloid. But when he finally clicked the speaker button, saw you shove his jacket in front of the camera, the dreadful pit in his stomach—a horrendous mix with his hangover—faded.

And when he sat beside you, contentedly strumming away at one of his guitars—one he wasn’t sure he’d let anyone else touch before—Eren realized he no longer wanted to play this stupid game he created for himself. He didn’t want any part of it. The only thing running rampant in his mind was how he would manage to get the words out—any words, really. They felt stuck in his throat, as dry as if he had to cough them up or wash them down with a drink of water. He didn’t have to say anything profound, he knew that. It could have been as easy as apologizing, asking if the past could remain in the past. If you could try again.

But it was terrifying, and he was a coward. Once Eren spoke the words into existence, he knew he wouldn’t be able to take them back. They’d become this thing you’d have to deal with—something he’d plop right into your hands, hoping you’d hold onto instead of throwing it back in his face. But the chances of that were slim, which was why you absolutely couldn’t know about Historia and the mistake he made the night before.

Eren wished he had never told you to check your phone. He wished he had acted then—said something, did something. He didn’t know what, and it probably would have been the wrong choice, but at least he could say he tried.

Or he could have acted even sooner, kissing you in the back of the limo when you asked him to. As was already very well established, he developed a habit of replaying that moment, that thoughtless request of yours, over and over again. Sometimes he’d think about it before falling asleep. Other times, it was when he was fucking Historia, which was new.

If Eren kissed you then, you wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but it’d be his point of no return.

The same went for if he had tried while you were on his couch, playing the guitar with that damn smile of yours, now engraved in his brain. He thought of how easy it felt in that moment, with you, even if just for a blink. Yes, there was a chance he could have ruined it, but that happened all on its own, didn’t it? Eren had already gotten the ball rolling, and there was no way he could go back in time to stop it.

Oh, well. At least you truly hated him now. It made the inevitable easier. Mission accomplished.

Eren didn’t know what to think, what to feel, after you stormed out. It had been days now, and he still hadn’t tried to talk to you yet. He didn’t know if he even wanted to or not.

He didn’t feel sorry for himself. That’d be pathetic—a new low, even for him—considering he only had himself to blame. It was a position he was used to, being the hated one. It never concerned him much.

Listen, Eren wasn’t stupid (well, not that stupid). He knew what he did would hurt you, but it’d also keep you at arm’s length. It would give him one night where he didn’t think about you. At least, that was what he was hoping for.

It was selfish, yes, but the thing was, he didn’t care. Or, what he should say was he didn’t expect to care. After realizing how upset you were—seeing that hard look on your face finally crack—he regretted everything. So much.

Eren wanted to put it all on Mikasa, like he could pass this heavy burden onto her. He’d rather you have heard the truth from his mouth… eventually. If it came down to that.

No, he knew himself better than that; he would have hoarded the secret forever if it meant he could go on as if it never happened.

Mikasa shut his blame game down fast. ‘It was the right thing to do, and you know it.’ Both Jean and her were acting all high and mighty about it. She was right, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t give her the cold shoulder for a day or two.

She effortlessly shut that down, too, when she finally called Eren after he had ignored her texts. She asked if he’d talked to you recently. Eren was suspicious of her tone, but he tried not to let it get to his head when he replied, “No. Why?”

“It’s just that.” She had to mull over her word choice. “I haven’t heard from her since…”

Mikasa didn’t finish the sentence; she didn’t need to. Eren didn’t outrightly tell her the gritty details, but it didn’t take a genius to conclude that Historia caused a rift between you. She just didn’t know the extent of it—that you were at Eren’s house, sitting right beside him, when she told you.

“I’m a little worried, that’s all,’ Mikasa said. “You know, with everything going on.”

She was shuffling around the obvious, like always. Eren pinched the phone between his jaw and shoulder and turned his attention back to his laptop. Offhandedly, he said, “Yeah, sure. She just needs a few days to cool—”

Apparently, that was the wrong answer. Mikasa’s attitude completely flipped, then she completely flipped. “You knew? And you haven’t done anything? They're your fans.”

Eren grabbed his phone again. “Wait, wait. What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Eren blew off. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I don’t even know where to—”

“Mikasa.”

“The article!” she blurred out. Before Eren could ask her to be more specific, she began rambling. “There’s this article from the other day. It’s everywhere. I think you should read it for yourself. It caused some backlash—a lot of backlash.”

“What kind of backlash?”

“The usual stuff,” she dodged. Eren imagined how her cheeks flushed red as she spoke; it always happened when she was bashful. “I don’t want to repeat it.”

He didn’t have time for this. “Tell me.”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you? Like I said, all the usual stuff. Everything that you’re already imagining. They’re calling her untalented, stupid. That she should go crawling back to her dad. She’s a bitch, a slut. That she broke up you and Historia. That—”

“All right, I get it!” Eren interrupted.

“You asked!”

Eren had gotten up from his seat. He’d been pacing around for the last minute or so now, entirely unsure of what to say.

“So,” Mikasa pressed. “Are you going to do something?”

“I’m thinking!” he snapped.

“That’s new,” she deadpanned. “You should talk to her before you do anything.”

“She’s pissed at me.”

“I think she’ll be more pissed if you don’t talk to her.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Eren said, despite having no idea how to figure this out. He didn’t even know where to start. He should probably check out that article, shouldn’t he?

“Don’t do anything stupid—”

Eren ended the call.

Frustration pulsed hotly through his veins, his entire body tense, like he needed to throw his phone or punch a wall or something. He was furious at everything. The fans, the fight—that there was even a fake relationship in the first place. Most of all, he was infuriated that he even cared about this, that he cared about you.

There was a twinge of protectiveness in him; he felt it in the center of his chest. He could try to ignore it, that strange, engulfing feeling, but it was only a matter of time—perhaps seconds—before his final thread of restraint snapped.

God, when did such a nuisance become so important to him?

♡ ♡ ♡

You called Pieck the second you returned from Eren’s. You gave yourself the drive home to try and collect yourself—not that you cried that hard, you didn’t think. But after being best friends for so long, she’d hear it in your voice right away, and you didn’t feel like answering any questions.

She answered the phone as if she was already in savior mode. At your rescue, bucket and mop in hand, like she was ready to clean up this mess. In times like these, you were grateful for her overbearing, motherly self—grateful for her.

She summarized the situation as if she had been rehearsing it, preparing which parts to include and which to skim over, even if you wanted to hear every detail.

According to Pieck, an article was published just this afternoon. Based on the time stamp, you could guess it was during your drive to Eren’s house. The headline read, ‘Girlfriend from Hell,’ which, in your opinion, was a bit of an exaggeration even if it were true. But what really sold it was the picture they used of you—of you and Eren together—leaving some restaurant. Looking back, you couldn’t even recall the day, but neither of you looked happy. You were practically scowling while walking hand-in-hand.

Admittedly, it wasn’t the best photo of you optic-wise, but it had nothing to do with you being the so-called girlfriend from hell. If anything, it was the relationship from hell. But unfortunately for you, the world could never know the real reason behind your expression, comparable to if you had smelt sewage, while being toted around by Eren.

For your benefit, as Pieck put it, she only provided cliff notes on how this situation started. In not so many words, it was your loud mouth that got you in trouble. Not just that, but that twerpy intern you didn’t want to hire in the first place.

By the sound of it, she ditched set and sprinted straight to the press, spouting off everything she heard that morning, along with some tidbits she either exaggerated or outrightly fabricated. This ‘exclusive inside source’ told the tale of your ‘rampage,’ recounting how you threw your phone across the room, shattering it, when Eren texted you, even though it was currently at your ear and in perfect condition.

Sure, you whined a little when Levi texted you, but no one wanted to hear your boring side of the story.

It was exactly as you said about Eren and Historia at that party: you’d be surprised at how fast someone would compromise their morals when a fat wad of cash was the reward—especially if you were a broke college student working an underpaid internship. But you could admit, her turnaround time was impressive, and it explained why Pieck couldn’t find her at the end of the shoot.

The more Pieck went on, the more it sounded like she and the rest of your team knew about the article from the second it dropped. You, on the other hand…

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” you questioned.

Pieck was at your penthouse now, sitting in the corner of your sofa, hands folded anxiously in her lap. You sprung from your chair and began walking around. Then you leaned against the table, waiting for her answer. Then began circling the room some more. It felt impossible to stay still.

Her eyes kept up, following every one of your steps as she spoke. “Because it wouldn’t have made a difference.” Your pacing didn’t let up. She watched as you poured yourself some water. “The hashtags, the comments—they don’t matter. It’s all coming from a bunch of kids, anyway. Hormonal teenage girls. The same ones that have hated you from the start.”

“From the start?” you repeated on a gasp. You set down your water and marched toward her. “What do you mean ‘from the start?’”

“Well, you know,” she started to say slowly, her voice hushed, tinted with guilt. “It happens with every celebrity couple: the fans get jealous, as if they believed they had a shot with Eren. The only difference is now it’s a lot of people.”

Like that’s any better, you couldn’t help but think.

You flopped to your rug with a big, dramatic sigh, your arms and legs spread like you were about to make a snow angel. You stared blankly, hopelessly, at the ceiling until Pieck piped up again.

“You know none of it’s true. You haven’t dated in the public eye until now. I bet everyone saying those things are way bigger sluts than you are.”

You turned to look at her. “So are they kids, or are they sluts?”

She blinked on her pause, realizing there wasn’t a right answer to that. “Never mind. You know what I’m trying to say.”

You dug your elbows into the plush rug to sit up. “This was all a mistake. That’s what I’m trying to tell you—what I’ve been saying since day one.”

“It wasn’t me that made you ‘date’ Eren.” She used finger quotes around that word; she knew you’d correct her otherwise. “I tried to talk your dad out of it, remember?”

“Maybe now he’ll finally see the disaster he created.”

A disaster in more ways than one. Your head felt like a hurricane or a tornado—no, an earthquake. The creeping fault line had finally burst open, shaking your entire world, because while all this was happening, you couldn’t help that spidering around in the back of your mind were thoughts of Eren. It was like he was spinning his sick little web for you to get caught in.

You were mad at him. You were mad at your stupid kiss, mad at his stupid attitude, and his stupid face. You were mad that he was stupid enough to cozy up to Historia at a party, even stupider for thinking he could get away with it, too.

You were mad that you were stupid enough to believe he cared, even in the slightest.

You hadn’t told Pieck about the fight with Eren; you couldn’t bring yourself to. You didn’t want her to know you went any further than his doorstep. You wouldn’t be able to handle whatever joke she’d get out of the way before consoling you—another comment about the two of you being an old married couple, probably.

A few days went by, all of which you spent stowed away in your apartment. You knew the minute you stepped outside, you’d be swarmed by paparazzi. They were like vultures out there, circling and waiting to prey on your weakness—the moment you’d finally collapse and they could dive in for a taste.

They’d shout your name, shove their cameras in your face. They’d blind you with every snap, hoping you’d slip up and give them some fodder for the ever-growing fire. Then they could waltz home, proudly wipe their hands together, and pat themselves on the back like they did some sort of public service.

You could imagine every question they’d sling your way, none of which you could bear to hear. Not now, not this soon.

‘Tell us, why are you and Eren Jaeger fighting?’

‘Are you and Eren Jaeger broken up?’

‘Why are you such a raging psycho bitch?’

Though appreciated, your only human contact came from Pieck. She’d come by and check in on you periodically, just to ensure you hadn’t lost your sanity. You told her it hadn’t even been a week. If anything, you were losing your sanity before this, when you couldn’t even get a day to yourself.

After stewing on it for so long, weighing out the what ifs and what could have beens, you broke down and told Pieck about the WWE smackdown with Eren. In your defense, your guard was down. The two of you were curled up on your couch, dressed in the matching pajamas she brought, like you were kids again. Maybe that was why you fell right back into your old habits of gossiping about boys and feelings and all that junk.

You told her everything—about Mikasa’s text, about Historia and the fight, how Eren didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. You told her every word you spat and every hair-pulling-worthy thing he said in return, even putting on your best impression of his annoying voice. You even told her about Good Guy Jean, as Sasha would say, whom you had reached out to the very next day to thank, by the way.

You only excluded the part where Eren let you play one of his guitars. You decided to keep that to yourself.

“What did you expect? That he’d actually keep it in his pants?” She posed the question as if you were thick in the skull.

“No, of course I didn’t,” you hastened to say. “I just didn’t expect—”

“For it to hurt?” she guessed. She was right, but you couldn’t admit to that aloud. “It’s okay if it bothered you. You’re allowed to care. I’m sure there are some weird emotions there. Hatred, jealousy—”

“I’m not jealous!” you corrected. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Your conversation about Eren ended there. You didn’t want to talk about him any longer. You wanted to pretend he and the rest of this situation didn’t exist. Just for tonight. Pieck agreed, though you picked up on the hesitation in her voice. While you wanted to wait for this to become yesterday’s news, you knew she’d eventually ask you to comment publicly.

Little did she know, someone else would put out a statement before you—for you.

It was maybe an hour later, maybe more. Closer to one o’clock in the morning than midnight. You were already tucked into bed with Pieck beside you, but both of you were still awake, pretending to watch the muted TV. The only light in the room came from it and your phone screens.

You were facing away from her when the bed startled rustling, your body gently bouncing along with it as she crawled to you.

“Hey, I know you don’t want to talk about Eren, but—”

“Ah!” you interrupted. You threw the duvet over your head as though you could hide from her—and your thoughts of Eren, for that matter. “You’re right: I don’t want to talk about him.”

She tore the blanket back, down past your shoulders, exposing you like a little nocturnal animal, ready to hiss. You reacted similarly, too, when she shoved her phone in your face, the screen nearly blinding you. She was going to destroy her eyes if she kept it this bright.

“Look,” she urged.

“I’m trying.” Even if you could see past the harsh light, her phone was too close to read. Whatever she was trying to show you was a complete blur. You snatched the phone from her hand and examined it.

It was a rare sight: Eren had posted on his Instagram story, just a minute ago. You supposed it made sense for Pieck to have her notifications on for him, it was ‘literally her job,’ after all.

Even more surprising, it was about you. You read it over and over again.

You hate her? Really? Do you know her? Take that negative bullshit somewhere else. You don't even know the person you're talking about. If you want to talk shit, talk shit about me. Leave her out of it.

Then you read it some more, your stomach clenching all the while. You stared longer than you should have. Long enough for Pieck to notice you were having some sort of reaction to it, one you couldn’t even figure out yourself.

That was… nice. Out of character. You’d say it was Petra who did it, but outside of the fact that she wouldn’t have said ‘shit’ that many times, she wouldn’t have access to Eren’s phone in the middle of the night.

You thought about Eren, thinking about you right now, and then you really didn’t know what to think.

You handed the phone back to Pieck in silence.

“So.” Her voice dawdled on the syllable. “Are you going to say anything to him?”

You stared and stared at her. “I—” Another pause. “I’m just going to go to bed, I think.”

In the morning, Pieck was out of bed before you were. The blankets on her side were neatly tucked back into place as if you had slept alone. You would have thought she left if not for the smell of fresh coffee wafting through your cracked bedroom door. You could hear the milk frother going as her slippers shuffled around the kitchen floor.

She was in a cheery mood, even for her. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, she greeted you with this dorky smile.

“Hey, Miss Popular,” she sang as she slid a steaming mug of coffee across the counter. You couldn’t tell if she was being ironic or not.

You sat at the corner stool and took the mug between your hands. You tapped your fingertips against the ceramic, focusing on the heat of it rather than the suspicion creeping through you. “What happened now?”

She pressed her elbows into the counter and leaned into you. You didn’t like the smile on her face. “Seems like your boyfriend saved the day.” She wagged her eyebrows at you while she took a sip of coffee. “Or, at the very least, he made my job much easier.”

Pieck ran through her morning update more or less like a news anchor. Yes, she had exaggerated the ‘Miss Popular’ quip; it would never be that simple, reality wasn’t like a light switch. And no, the court of public opinion didn’t ubiquitously rule in your favor overnight, but at least they no longer were preparing to burn you at the stake.

Now, instead of the entire fan base attacking you, it was more like half, according to Pieck. There were even some keyboard knights coming to defend your honor. Well, they were defending Eren’s girlfriend; they’d defend anyone in your position, so long as Eren gave the command. The latest rhetoric was that only ‘fake fans’ couldn’t be happy for him.

Oh, if only they knew what they were defending, how it was all a sham. You couldn’t help but feel a little bad. Only a teensy bit, because you had to admit this was the best news you’d received in a long time.

On that note, Pieck left you to enjoy the rest of your day ‘to celebrate.’ But as always, the universe had another surprise for you merely hours later. The powers that be really had it out for you, didn’t they?

It was probably naive of him, but Eren expected it to be like the movies. Where you’d open the door, and your face would look all puffy from crying. You’d be in your sleep-stale pajamas with a carton of chocolate ice cream in one hand and tissues in the other.

But you looked fine. No bedhead, no pajamas. You looked like you had just wrapped up a gym session.

When he decided to show up at your apartment, he wasn’t thinking that far ahead, clearly. He’d forgotten it was Friday—that used to be your scheduled workout day together until you gave up on it. He was relieved he hadn’t missed you.

“Eren?”

You looked about as taken aback as he expected.

He didn’t know how to do this, he wasn’t good at emotions. He skipped right past the greeting, saying, “Mikasa was worried about you,” as he held up an oversized brown bag.

“So you brought me lunch?” you asked. Eren pressed his lips together into one of those tight-lipped smiles. “I was just about to leave for my yoga class.”

Shit. He never did get your schedule right.

“I just—I think we should talk,” he said.

Eren watched you weigh out your decision. You sucked in a breath, clenched your jaw, and your eyes flitted between him and the floor. You conceded by releasing your jaw and that breath, then stepped aside for him to come in. You kicked off your shoes, and it looked like you would be skipping out on yoga today.

See? You couldn’t hate him that much.

Like the first time—which felt strange to say, considering you thought the last time was a fluke—Eren followed you into your kitchen and set the bag down in the same spot on the counter. He opened it, popping the staples as he said, “I don’t know what you like, but you ate all of yours last time and tried to eat mine, so I figured this would do.”

Perched on a stool, you reached for your share as he handed it to you. “Sushi’s good.”

“Then that’s one thing we can agree on.”

You pointed to the receipt. “And the fact that you look like a Dylan.”

“Just because I used it doesn’t mean I agree with it,” Eren said as he retrieved your chopsticks from the correct drawer. He remembered.

That’s exactly what it means. You laughed half-heartedly at his denial but left it at that.

Eren didn’t know where to start, but he knew it didn’t start with him diving into his lunch first. The longer it sat in front of him, the less hungry he felt. His stomach was so knotted he wasn’t sure he could even swallow.

Those knots began twisting and tying right when you opened the door. Honest to God, he didn’t believe he’d even get that far, expecting you to slam it in his face. Of course he’d thought over what he wanted to say, at lengths, but he didn’t know how to get there exactly. Was this the time for pleasantries, or should he dive head first into the apology?

The silence lingered. Before Eren could decide, or talk himself into another hole, you finally spoke up.

“Thank you for standing up for me.”

Then he understood.

You cracked open your to-go container. “How’d you manage to get away with it?”

“I changed my password so Petra couldn’t delete it.” The post was still up, actually. He’d gone the day with Petra’s and Levi’s notifications muted. “I think Levi almost had a heart attack.”

You aimlessly poked at your food with your chopsticks. Then you gave another cursory chuckle, followed by the cursory response, “You didn’t have to do that.”

There was more to it than that. There had to be. So much was left unsaid just in that innocuous sentence. Eren struggled to read between the lines, struggled to read you; you weren’t letting him.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let that slide?” he joked, just to test the waters.

“You should be thankful it was me. Could have just as easily been you, the cheater, across the headlines.”

There it was.

Eren’s shoulders drooped. He had hoped he’d be the one to bring it up first, not you.

“About the other day—”

“Let’s just forget it happened.”

“But—”

“I said,” You pointed a not-so-threatening chopstick at him, “forget it.”

What was it with everyone in your life always wanting to talk things out? Couldn’t you just repress your emotions in peace? You didn’t want to talk about it, not now. You could only imagine one outcome and one outcome only: another fight.

“For the record, I am sorry,” Eren said, which was unexpected. You didn’t process it before he added, “And if you want the apology I prepared, feel free to change your mind.”

A small smile played at your lips, even if you didn’t want it to. “Let’s raincheck it. Add it to your outstanding tab of apologies you owe me.”

Eren didn’t question what the ‘outstanding tab’ you were referring to. He simply matched your smile and nodded once.

Both of you finally had your appetites back, slowly making work of each of your meals. After a minute or two passed, Eren asked you, “So, did you really throw your phone?”

You made a face. “Did you really text me that morning?”

Touché.

Eren had another bite, chewed it slowly, and after he swallowed, he said, “Just know they’re only saying that shit because they’re jealous of you.”

As the words left him, he only thought of Historia. She was a shining example of it, jealous of everything you were. Your success, your looks—hell, she was probably jealous of the way you breathed.

If you asked Eren, she was right to be jealous. You were the antithesis of her; you had a heart.

“That sounds like your roundabout way of telling me I should be lucky I’m with you,” you laughed.

That wasn’t how he intended it, but you weren’t a mind reader. He played along anyway, fearful of delving any deeper than surface conversation. “You said it, not me.”

“In your dreams.”

Yeah, you were right about that.

♡ ♡ ♡

It’d been a week since then, and surprisingly, Eren’s laundry list of apologies hadn’t grown. You were grateful for it, and your strange lets-try-and-get-along lunch, because it at least meant you put on a happy face for the birthday party you were to attend together. You couldn’t imagine how the night would turn out otherwise, but it’d probably result in another nasty article. You could see it already: one of you dumping expensive champagne on the other to the absolute horror of the partygoers. You wondered what asinine headline they’d concoct then.

The party was for one of Eren’s friends. By now, you had learned he had many, but you couldn’t explain why for the life of you. Her name was Hitch Dreyse. Her birthday appeared to be a big affair every year—everyone who’s anyone was invited—even if you hadn’t heard her name until a few weeks ago. And you would have continued on just fine never knowing her name if not for Eren, who you were bound to tonight, playing the role of plus-one again. Apparently, Hitch was over the moon about your attendance, giddy over the potential for it since the news broke that you and Eren were ‘dating.’

It would be your first appearance together since that dumpster fire of an article went viral. You, both of you, had to be on your very best behavior, and that was you saying it this time, not Pieck. There was no chance you’d let anything, or anyone, get in the way of selling the illusion that you were the most loyal, loving, picturesque girlfriend, even yourself. You’d bite your own tongue off before letting that happen again.

The event was far enough away that you had to get a hotel for the night. Well, technically, Pieck did. She had to scramble to find one with a vacancy, too.

To make the trip even remotely bearable, you pretended it was a little retreat. A well-deserved getaway after hiding out in your apartment for nearly two weeks.

It was refreshing to be somewhere else. And you specifically requested to come alone—none of your styling teams, no Pieck, no one at all. The only thing they sent you off with was your outfit, of course. It reminded you of an elevated nightgown, off-white with lace lining the top, flowing down to your ankles with a bit of rushing at your hip. You had it hanging behind you in the bathroom, admiring it through the reflection as you finished your makeup.

You could fantasize about alone time as much as you wanted, but as the hands of the clock crept closer and closer to party time, you knew there was one person you’d inevitably have to spend your night with.

Best behavior, best behavior.

You hadn’t seen Eren yet today. Having known about this party well in advance, months before he’d even met you, he already had his arrangements in order. You had no idea where he was staying, or when you were supposed to see him, or how you were even supposed to see him.

Perhaps having a team—a Pieck—on hand would have been night right about now.

All this was to say, you were rightfully shocked to see Eren at your door. Petra, maybe, but not him. It seemed he’d stolen a page from your book and developed a habit of showing up unannounced. You swung the door open and whatever face you wore must have made him feel he needed to explain himself.

“I have the car running out front.” He looked you once over with concern. You were clearly in no state to leave; you were still in your bathrobe.

“You could have given me a heads–up, you know.” You meant it, but you kept your voice lighthearted all the same.

Best behavior.

Eren didn’t say anything, just gave a tiny shrug.

You poked your head around him from side to side. “Where’s Petra?”

“Not here.”

“Huh.” You held the door open for him to come inside. You turned to him with hands on your hips. “Someone put on their big boy pants and thinks they can handle themselves.”

“Where’s Pieck?”

You frowned; he had you there.

“I’m obviously running behind,” you said as you went toward the bathroom. “I just need to get dressed and put on my shoes, then I’ll be ready.”

You waited for him to say something, but again, he was silent. An ‘okay’ or an ‘all right’—even a ‘hurry up’—would have been appreciated. Instead, he was more like a zombie than a human—a zombie that cleaned up well, at least. He had on a fitted, black suit jacket that he left unbuttoned. Underneath was a white button-down, no tie.

What caught your eye the most was his hair. You hadn’t seen him tie it back since he was Jeff, though it looked neater this time. He’d styled it in a way that you could finally see all of his face, his sharp, clean-shaven jawline. You only realized what you were doing after you watched it tense under your stare. You didn’t say another word and hid in the bathroom to get dressed.

You slipped into your dress quickly. It had the tiniest zipper, right in the middle of your back, to help you slide it over your hips. Not the most practical placement, in your opinion. You could only tickle it with the tips of your fingers. You nearly started to break a sweat trying to close it. After a few strenuous minutes, you finally accepted defeat.

You peered out from the bathroom door and tried not to be weird about it when you asked Eren, “Do you mind zipping me up? I can’t reach it.”

He answered by rising from his seat on the chair and walking over. You gave him your back, and it only took a second, the quick sound of the zipper sharp in your ears, but it felt like the longest second of your life.

His hands dropped from you. “There.”

“Thank you,” you said without turning around. You felt squirmy and didn’t want to look at him yet. You went to put on your shoes.

And you nearly fell when you did, with the first shoe’s heel wobbling under your weight as you put on the second. You smacked your hand against the wall to catch yourself. It seemed Eren wasn’t the only one needing to pull himself together tonight.

Your face ran hot when he asked, “You good?”

You finally let yourself meet his eye. He was closer now, most likely reacting to your near fall, but not close enough to catch you if it actually happened. He stayed there.

“Yes,” you answered quietly. “Just clumsy.”

He didn’t even make fun of you for it. He didn’t complain about his date having two left feet or crack any jokes about you hitting the bottle before the party. He just gave you this apathetic smile, tight and toothless.

Feeling flighty, you flipped the question on him. “Are you good?”

“Yeah. I just don’t feel like going to this party.” Eren reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. “Don’t want to wear this dumb mask, either.”

Had you mentioned it was a masquerade party? Not a masquerade ball but a party, meaning there was no looming threat of dancing. A masquerade-murder mystery type deal. Like you said before, Hitch liked to go all out.

You only caught a glimpse of Eren’s mask before he shoved it back into his pocket. It was black, the opposite of yours, the yin to your yang, but shared the same gold intricacies, tying the two together.

“Does anyone?” you playfully quipped back. The straps of your shoes were fastened, and your purse slung over your shoulder. You straightened out your dress, then asked, “Does that mean we can bail early?”

“As early as we can,” he affirmed. For once, you were on the same wavelength.

It was almost impressive the extent to which the car ride felt more tense than the stint in your hotel room. Neither of you was talking. You couldn’t even look at each other. Eren’s eyes were fixed ahead, on the road, while you stared out the window and watched the cityscape slowly disappear.

You rapped your fingers against the leather interior anxiously, letting your mind wander just to pass the time. You wondered how long you’d have to sit in quietly and if the car was a rental or belonged to him. It had this classic sort of vibe but still smelt vaguely new. That was the most you could say about it; you were far from a car expert. You could have asked Eren, but the silence was thick. So thick that it’d make your words feel like a plastic knife, snapping before you could even make a dent.

It was clear that Eren wasn’t feeling chatty. You speculated if something went wrong—if you did something wrong, but you hadn’t even had the chance to screw up yet. You had thought you were cool-ish with one another, but now you had no clue what to think. You should have known better than to expect anything else from the moody bastard.

Time was limited. You had to say something before you arrived. Otherwise, the night was bound to be a disaster.

Just before you pulled up to the valet, you tried your best to disarm him, turning so your entire body faced him, knees in his direction and everything.

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

It took him a beat to respond. You almost thought he wouldn’t, but then he said, “I haven’t seen Hitch in a while, that’s all.”

“Do you two have history?”

The way he answered, “Something like that,” had you mentally preparing to meet one of his exes. All you could do was sigh, frustrated with his ever-cryptic attitude toward everything.

It’d been a gloomy day that dampened into an even gloomier night. You walked to the venue side-by-side along cobbled paths, weaving through gardens filled with flowers that managed to survive the season. You could smell the drizzly rain from earlier, the scent sticking to limp grass. Despite how the cold had stolen its life, the dreary night murking the world’s color together like the leftover water from paints, you could appreciate the macabre beauty in it.

Past the fountain, with wilted leaves decorating the still, unrippled water, stood the center of it all: this mansion you could only describe as Victorian Gothic. The only thing missing from the sight was a crack of lightning in the distance. While the interior was just as lovely as the exterior, you could see why Hitch picked the venue; it looked—no, felt as though it could be haunted, like some sinister hundred-year-old murder took place right on that grand staircase, adorned with ornate carpeting as red as blood.

Before you and Eren ventured a step further, you heard someone calling his name to your far right. She was a vision in crushed velvet, the emerald color looking a bit Christmas-y compared to the rest of the manor. Her ash-blonde hair bounced almost as much as she did as she skipped to his side. She took his arm between both of her hands, swinging around him like a light post as she leaned past him.

“You have to properly introduce me to your girlfriend.”

She intended it for Eren but spoke it at you, no different than if he were nothing more than a light post.

The conversation between the three of you flowed easily. From your limited perspective, it didn’t seem like they had a history lurking over them. Eren’s demeanor quickly melted back into his usual self, the self he put on for the cameras, dazzling smile and all. And one thing was certain: he was right about Hitch being over the moon to meet you. Any word you could fit in was only a reaction—another ooh or aah—to what she was saying, raving on and on about her party to ensure you understood just how wonderful it was.

Really, it seemed like Eren had been freaking out over nothing.

Hitch waved over one of her ‘headless’ butlers wandering about—you’d seen three already, astonishingly not running into one another. She requested him to give you and Eren your escort cards with a quick snap of her fingers. Then she finally waved you away to find your table.

What would have been the ballroom was now filled to the brim with tables, each draped in a black tablecloth and decorated with porcelain plates. More of those headless butlers served hors d'oeuvres and did a wonderful job at stressing you out as you watched them amble about. After dinner, but before you could get a drink stronger than wine at the bar, Hitch announced the rules for the main event: solving the murder mystery. Eren leaned into you then, whispering that he already told her the two of you wouldn’t be participating; you were just here to celebrate her and enjoy the party. Thank God.

Once Hitch’s never-ending spiel was over, she released the guests to start playing detective. For you, that meant a bathroom break. You had been holding off long enough. More than that, you needed a breather from all the… excitement.

But, lo and behold, the excitement wasn’t going anywhere. Why would it? It was you we were talking about, after all. You were practically a magnet for unfortunate events.

And a magnet for other guests as well, apparently. You almost collided with a woman in the narrow hall leading to the bathroom. Before you could even apologize, you heard her titter of a laugh, soft and metallic as a bell.

“Whoops.” It wasn’t quite a gasp; it was more intentional than that. She held her drink back, steadying her hand as the wine swirled in her glass. “Wouldn’t want to get any on that pretty white dress of yours.”

The word ‘white’ was on her tongue like a hiss. It was a venom-laced threat from a woman you didn’t know, or at least, you couldn’t recognize with her face obscured by a mask resembling a black doile.

“Yeah,” you warily replied. “Thanks.”

You tried to sidestep her, but she pushed her mask high like a headband and smiled at you. You didn’t know her, not personally. But she didn’t need to introduce herself for you to know it was Historia Reiss.

Fuck me.

You didn’t realize she would be here. You didn’t think it was even within the realm of possibilities for tonight until, all at once, it was. You wondered how long she had been keeping an eye on you. She had to be; how else would she have recognized you under the mask? From the moment you walked in with Eren, this loon had been following you, you just knew it.

You didn’t extend her the same courtesy of removing your mask the same way she didn’t extend the courtesy of hiding her blatant staring, big blue eyes piercing you like icicles.

“If you have something to say, then just say it,” you flatly said. What was she waiting for? For you to clutch your pearls at her villainous reveal? As if.

“So temperamental,” she tsked. Your nails dug into the meat of your palms. “I just wanted to say how happy I am for you—for Eren. I’m just glad he has someone to help him move on.” She did this strange pouty thing, jutting out her pink bottom lip. “He took the breakup really hard.”

She didn’t know that you knew they’d been fucking. Either that, or she didn’t care. You weren’t sure what reaction she was hoping to weasel out of you, but whatever it was, you didn’t plan to give her the satisfaction of it.

“Ah, well, he seems fine to me,” you brushed off. Your voice was this perfect, sinister mix of unfazed, uninterested, and unbothered. You wanted to play dumb to her provoking pokes and prods. “But that’s very sweet of you. I’ll be sure to pass along your well wishes.”

That was enough Historia for one night—better yet, the rest of your life. Still very much needing to pee, you decidedly walked by her, regardless of whether she wanted to block your way or not.

When you were feet away, you heard her call out, “Actually, do you know where I can find him?” You peered over your shoulder; she was smiling. “I’d like to tell him myself.”

Best behavior be damned.

You pulled a sharp breath, one that had your lungs pressed against your ribcage. You didn’t turn to look at her, though; she wasn’t worth the extra step it’d take.

“You’d probably know where he’s been better than I would.”

You laid it on thick with that little comment, but Historia wouldn’t go down without a fight. That'd be too easy, too uncomplicated. And if you had learned anything by now, it was that with Eren, nothing was easy or uncomplicated, and it would be idiotic of you to think otherwise.

“Sounds like you should be keeping a better eye on him. Wouldn’t want him wandering into someone else’s bed, now would you?” Historia puffed a laugh through her nose. “But I guess I would, too, if I was tied down to the—what was it again? Bitch from hell?”

You were seething, but you couldn’t let on such. You didn’t have anything to say to her after that. At least, you didn’t have anything polite to say—something that wouldn’t get you thrown out of this party. But even if you did, you wouldn’t have been able to; she had already twirled around and pranced off in the opposite direction.

You had to find Eren before she could. There was no other option. If anyone saw them together, especially after the article—ugh! You didn’t even want to think of the possibilities. What was she plotting?

You flitted between finding Eren and going to the bathroom first but ultimately chose to hold your bladder. You hurried around, trying your best to be casual about it, as you searched for him. He wasn’t at the table where you had left him. And when you thought to check the bar, where all the mopey souls typically congregated, he wasn’t there either.

You craned your neck around, peering into every nook and cranny of what felt like the entire first floor. Everything started to look the same. You had achieved nothing but wasted time.

When you paused, partially to catch your breath, you finally gave it some thought. If you were in a shit mood—if you were Eren—where would you disappear to?

Then you saw it: these gigantic, overelaborate doors. On either side of them, floor-length windows dampened with fog obscuring your view. You weren’t sure if anyone was on the other side, but what you could see was that the doors led to a balcony. Had Eren gone out for some fresh air?

By some stroke of luck—thank you, karma—you were right. There was barely enough light to see him, only the milky light of the sconces, decorated with fluttering moths. He was the only one out there, leaned against the wrought-iron gate overlooking more gardens.

The door closed behind you with a resounding thud. The rest of the party was blocked out from that point. The laughing, the crooning piano—it all went mute, absorbed by the night. You could only hear the drips of residual rain, crickets, and the sound of your voice tearing through both.

“Eren!”

He only turned to look at you then. You didn’t know what expression he wore—soured, surprised—because of his mask. He started to say your name, but you interrupted him.

“Historia’s here, but I think you know that already,” you said, still briskly headed toward him. You ditched your mask, flinging it off somewhere. “So you know Hitch through Historia, am I right?”

“Not exactly,” Eren said. You watched his hold on the gate tighten. “More like an unfortunate mutual friend.”

“She’s looking for you,” you rushed to say. “Historia, I mean.”

He had that look on his face like he was internally cursing himself. The same ‘fuck me’ face you likely wore when she found you.

She would be out here any minute, too, by the sound of it. While you were on the hunt, she did just the same, with her heels click-clacking behind you like the killer in a horror movie.

You had to think fast. You were buzzing, eyes flickering between Eren and the doors. What was the best ‘fuck right off’ move you could come up with? Something to get her off your back, at least for tonight.

You looked up at Eren, chewing your lip before you announced, “I know I said I wouldn’t get involved in your jealousy game with Historia, but it turns out she’s the worst, so I’ve changed my mind.”

Before you could think on it any longer, you tore off his mask like you did yours and kissed him without any hesitation. You kissed him the way you would kiss a lover, taking his face between your hands, every part of it cold beneath your palms except for the very crests of his cheeks. Your fingers curved around his head, toying with whatever hair you could reach. You didn’t focus on anything but how to make this the most amorous, borderline pornographic, kiss you could. And you especially didn’t focus on the heat it brought out in you, sparking something within your core that you really didn’t want to name.

It was a strictly business kiss. The ultimate win-win for you both: Historia would leave you the hell alone, and her jealousy would drive her right back into Eren’s arms, just like it did the first time.

The first time.

Thinking about it now made you feel weird. Dizzy, almost. The realization that this was the first time you’d had Eren’s lips on yours for longer than a camera flash, your tongue tasting his, hit you more or less like a freight train.

No, this wasn’t like the first time. You reminded yourself of it again. You were doing this to help yourself—to help him. Eren publicly defended you when you needed it most. This was the least you could do, right?

You only ended it when you heard Historia, the fed-up screech she gave. Her silky blonde hair whipped around before she left, letting the heavy doors slam shut behind her.

“Ha! I think it worked,” you said, trying to sound proud, but you were a bit breathless. You cleared your throat. “She’s totally jealous.”

When Eren didn’t say anything, you turned to find he was still staring at you, lips slightly parted, with this moony gloss over his eyes.

“What are you doing?” you questioned. “Go after her!”

He blinked a few times but followed your command without complaint. You stayed put, eyes fixed on his back as he headed inside. Before he reached the door, you shouted, “Just—” He turned to look at you. It caught you off guard. “Just don’t make a scene.”

“Okay.”

Then he disappeared.

Eren went back inside knowing damn well he had nothing to say to Historia. It was over between them. They had stomped and snuffed out whatever pathetic flame was left. He wiped what remained of your lips off his mouth and tried not to think too hard about it. That kiss meant nothing to you, and he had to remember that. He already felt foolish for thinking you were about to stop him back there.

Historia hadn’t made it far; she was still within range to hear Eren trailing behind her. He didn’t get a word in before she set the tone of their conversation.

“Give it up already, Eren!” she spat. Surprisingly, she kept her voice low. She must have been humiliated. Eren couldn’t care less. “I don’t want this, you don’t want this, so why are we even pretending?”

He opened his mouth, but only Historia’s voice raged on.

“We both know this is over. It’s been over. We only ever fought. There was never anything between us, and we both know it.”

He thought that line would sting more than it did. There was a time when he desperately wanted her back, to get back to what they had. Which, according to her, was nothing.

Eren didn’t say anything. He didn’t even want to follow her in the first place.

“You didn’t even try the last time I was over. Were you looking to shove your new relationship in my face? Was that it?” She waited for an answer she knew she wasn’t going to get. “I don’t know what sick hope you had—to get me back, to piss me off, to fuck me, but it doesn’t matter. You need to figure out what you want, Eren. It’s time to grow up.”

It wasn’t that Eren didn’t know what he wanted. He knew exactly what—who he wanted. He just couldn’t have her.

Neither of them noticed you had snuck back inside, standing off to the side, trying to decipher what was happening. Historia was livid, her eyes wide, lips coiled into a snarl. You couldn’t what was being said because they were doing that whisper-yelling thing, hissing at each other like cats—well, at least she was; you could only see the back of Eren.

“So how about you go crawling back to your cunt of a girlfriend,” Historia snapped. “Maybe she’ll be the one to finally knock some sense into you.”

Out of everything she hurled his way, every cruel jab or callously warped perception of the past—out of everything she hoped would twist her knife deeper into him, that was the one thing that got him.

“I think I already got rid of her,” Eren said. His voice was quiet at first, contemplative. Then, he decided he didn’t give a fuck about making a scene. “So she can go back to sucking off her guitarist in her free time now.”

You heard that comment. Hell, the entire party might have. You slapped a hand over your mouth, covering the way your jaw dropped much like Historia’s before she skittered away.

It clicked then for Eren. That final puzzle piece that completed the picture. He could take a step back and see it then: he wanted to make you jealous, not Historia. As much as he didn’t want to face it, he did need to grow up. He had been punishing you for his own insecurities, his fears of winding up hurt again. And every fucked up thing he did along the way only ended up hurting him even worse in the end. Hurting you, too.

He was done with this fucking birthday party.

You stood frozen, only observing from afar as Eren walked not toward you but further into the party. The sight made your heart ache.

You figured he needed a minute to collect himself after what appeared to be a harsh rejection, but after ten had passed, he still wasn’t back at the table. You had already gone scouring for him once, only to conclude this place was ginormous. Besides that, your gut was telling you he had already left.

You tried to forget about it, tried to kick the lingering guilt. You knew you didn’t do anything wrong, but could you really sit there and go on as if that hadn’t happened?

After ping-ponging the idea around in your head, you finally decided to go after him. You sprung from your table and went out the way you came. Cars were already lining the loop out front, ready to escort every piss-drunk partygoer back home. Before you waved one down, you called Levi to figure out what hotel he was at.

He was suspicious but gave it to you anyway. “Just be care—”

You hung up and gave the address to the driver.

♡ a/n: i promise i don't have a problem with historia, i just needed someone for the role

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weluvsosa · 2 years

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side nigga! eren who is just sooo fucking sick and tired of hearing you whining and bitching about your boyfriend, ranting about all the things he did and didn’t do. he was so excited when you invited him over to your dorm, hoping that you were finally gonna give him some attention but instead he was rubbing your back as you cried on his shoulder, a look of aggravation on his features. “a-and then when i told him, he just said i don’t care before hanging up” you ranted. you were so caught up in your troubles you didn’t even catch the fact that eren was unbuckling his pants, a large hand reaching behind your head before he pushed you down, shoving his dick in your mouth until his tip touched the back of your throat, loud gags coming from you.

“you’re always so focused on him” his hips bucked up into your mouth. “focus on swallowing this dick yeah?”

#— sosa’s brain rot :(#i’m so in love with eren being a side piece #meanie eren #anime smut #aot smut #eren smut #eren jaeger #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk eren

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nanaminsmoon · 11 months

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𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 (pt.2)

a/n: this has been kicking my ass for days but here it's finally done so here she is😭

part.1

cw: eren x ony x blackfem!reader, oral (f + m receiving), jealousy, pnv, unprotected sex, ony and eren call reader; 'ma', 'good girl', and other stuff i'll forgot bc i'm tired:))

wc: 4510 of smut:))

remnants of eren’s warm shower hung from the tips of his hair strands, sticking them to his ears and nape. his torso was bare, and his pyjama bottoms covered his lower half. mid tying his hair into a loose man bun, eren heard a rhythm of light knocks at his door. there was no one he was expecting, so he walked over to the door without covering himself because he just expected to shout ’wrong place’ and go back to enjoying his evening. but one eye looking through the peephole told him that his evening would be a lot more tumultuous than he had anticipated.

all eren’s control of his limbs flew out of his brain to stand beside him, and ask him what the fuck he was meant to do. looking at the two people outside his front door, he could see that ony was looking at something on his phone and you were whispering something to him. something that, from eren’s side of the door, sounded like ’what if he says no?’. burning curiosity revived all of eren’s motor skills, and he swung the door open to find you with a bright smile on your face. that bright smile would dim momentarily at the sight of eren shirtless, as your eyes began scanning his bare chest and chiselled abdomen. but, ultimately, you would be the first to speak,

”hi eren”, you raised a hand, and eren looked at ony before looking back at you. it was hard to read the look on eren’s face. to you, it seemed like an odd mixture of surprise, confusion, with a sprinkle of annoyance.

”hm.”, he hummed lowly, eyes still lidded. it was unusual for eren to look this irritated when his friends visited him. but he knew that, whatever happened tonight, at the end of it all his heart would hold a scar with your name signed next to it.

”can we come in?”, you asked timidly, and eren just opened the door wider, allowing you and ony to walk in. you assumed the tension between them was a product of the conversation they had at jean’s party, but you didn’t bother to ask.

this interaction would either end in a short conversation, or however many hours in eren’s bedroom, so neither you nor ony bothered to sit down. and that made eren’s curiosity perk up again. but, before he could ask any questions, you had begun speaking,

”so…”, the confidence you had built on your way up to eren’s door had vanished, so you looked to ony for reassurance, and he nodded, ”i…uh, don’t know how to say this”, was all you could get out before a nervous laugh left your lips. eren’s annoyance had transferred to ony, and he decided to speak for you,

”you still wanna fuck her, or what?”, he started. eren’s eyes found your face, looking for confirmation or a laugh to tell him this was all some sick joke, but he got nothing.

”she said she’s down, so if you are then do it now before i change my mind”. eren didn’t need to hear anything else for his hand to wrap around your wrist, feet quickly leading you to his bedroom, leaving ony alone.

”what’re the rules?”, eren asked as he led you down the hallway. his grip on you remained firm as he walked you into his room, kicking the door closed behind him.

”there are no rules”, you smirked at him, and his eyes glossed over. until the door swung open again. eren should’ve known better than to assume that ony would just sit in the living room and let eren do whatever to you. but his excitement meant that, at that very moment, his brain knew nothing but how bad he wanted you.

”you nut in her, and i’ll burn this whole place down”, ony said, and you just nodded abashedly at him. eren wasn’t the only one who was excited, and you were disappointed at yourself for letting that show. the same couldn’t be said for eren, because that nigga was not phased by his friend’s threat at all.

”and i’d die a happy man”, was his short response.

your boyfriend’s presence was wiped out in both you and eren’s minds, the second eren’s lips started travelling the expanse of your neck. his desperation could be felt in his fingertips—their soft trailing of your skin quickly becoming them digging into, and kneading, your ass through your skirt. all of this partnered with the way eren’s mouth was spilling a mix of low, heavy, breaths and obscenities onto your skin, was setting it alight.

”fuck, y/n. you don’t know how long i’ve been thinking about this”, he spoke, his breath tickling your neck.

”why are you like this?”, you laughed lightly as you pulled him back to look him in his face, “we both know you could fuck anyone you wanted”,

”yeah, but they’re not you”, he kissed onto your collarbone.

”they’re not me?”, you giggled out, joining your hands at his nape. eren’s eyes didn’t know where to place themselves, so they’d be all over your face until the shimmer from your lip gloss caught their attention. he wouldn’t be looking at it for too long before leaning forward and smudging it with his lips in a kiss he’d been needing for far too long. it was just a gentle meeting of your lips until eren’s tongue brushed past your bottom lip. it would move with yours for a few moments, before he’d pull back.

”yeah. i want you”, his lips uttered, a mix of your saliva and lip gloss still on them.

”well, how’d you want me, eren?”, your eyelashes batted coquettishly up at him, and eren could’ve fainted.

”on your back, clothes off, with your legs spread.”

the second request would be fulfilled by eren's own impatient hands; his main concern not being seeing you naked, but being the one that made it happen. because, inside eren lived an intense burning desire to see his hands undressing you, as you just let him be the one to leave you bare in front of him. eyes that were already acquainted with the sight of your bare chest would triple in size once the elastane knot behind your back came undone. and they’d remain that size as your skirt dropped to the floor. they’d only become lidded once he got on one knee before you, sliding your bikini bottoms down slowly, as he maintained eye contact. he’d take a moment to smirk at your wet folds, before rising to pick you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. wetness would glaze eren’s abs as your core pressed against them and, once he splayed you on the bed, he’d run a finger on the glistening spot on his stomach. before putting it in his mouth, and smirking again at the taste of it,

”ony was right, you are such a needy girl”, would be the final thing he’d say before his tongue flattened against your wetness. you'd shudder at the contact, but eren's fingers would dig further into your plush brown skin, bringing you closer to him as he began sucking on your clit.

comparisons were a terrible idea, but they were inevitable. ony and eren both made you feel good, but in different ways. perhaps it was just the novelty of it all, but eren’s mouth drove you crazy. because eren ate you out like you were his last meal on death row, and he wanted to carry the taste of you into the afterlife. with no regard for the fact that your arousal was smearing all over his lower face. because his main points of focus were you keening his name, and keeping your legs apart as they dangled off the furthest side of bed—a location eren had picked to keep you as far from ony as he could, so he could get you all to himself.

as soon as he saw you two kissing, ony had left the room to get some water to extinguish the fire burning inside him. and when he came back, it was to the scene of eren coercing moans out of your mouth. but, once the shock had settled, he’d pull eren’s gaming chair to the corner of the room and sit there vehemently trying to deny the fact that he was turned on by his best friend making his girlfriend’s back arch off the bed. even though the sight of the bedsheets creasing at how hard you were gripping them made his hand move to stroke his dick through his basketball shorts.

albeit short, the distance between the three of you made it feel like you and eren were the only people in the room. and, with the sweet taste of you on his tongue, it was hard for eren to focus on anything else. barring his pulsating tip that, unbeknownst to you, he was gently driving into the side of the bed. gentle groans and whimpers would leave his mouth at both the sweet tingling on his tongue as well as the miniscule relief he was getting through his tip’s contact with the bed. those vibrations would drive you crazy, fingers running through his hair, before stilling to grab at it. it hurt just a little, but that pain intensified the pleasure eren was feeling from basically fucking into the side of his bed.

”’ren, i'm g-gonna cum fff-fuck”, at those words, eren's tongue would fuck harder at your hole. and the consequences of a funny feeling near your bladder meant that eren's face, chest, and bed were soaked within a few moments.

when he’d finally come back up for air, there'd be a very self gratifying grin on eren's face. and it’d remain there as he slowly moved closer to you, one hand on either side of your head as he leaned over you, his eyes boring into yours. partly due to your hands, and partly due to his frantic actions, eren’s hair was a mess. so you’d lift a helping hand, fingers sweeping it all neatly to tuck it behind his ears. there was no lust in the air at that moment, just amorous affections that had been forced into hiding for far too long. and, now that they were finally being given the chance to see the light of day, they’d run free in eren’s bedroom—building a wall around the both of you as you just paused in time and studied each other’s faces. eren’s was calm, probably due to the hand on his face that had paused there after you tucked his hair away. he didn’t want to move it, but he knew he’d have to. so his hand covered yours, to bring your palm to his lips as he repeatedly kissed all over it. eren’s body would lower just a little bit, and his hard length would poke at your navel from behind his pyjama bottoms. curious eyes would start to float down to it, but they’d be promptly stopped by the wetness of eren’s mouth surrounding your thumb. his tongue would swirl around your digit once before he’d pull it away from himself—the string of spit connecting his lips and your finger becoming an extension of his mouth’s undying need to taste every single part of you. even if you wanted to move, you wouldn’t need to. because eren would take it upon himself to place your hand on his wet chest, moving it down to smear your wetness all over his torso, finally reaching his need for you packaged in flannel, cotton pyjamas.

”y/n, i need your pussy so bad. please give it to me”, eren whimpered out, and you just nodded at him.

had that conversation at jean’s party never been had, eren’s aching want for you would still be evident in the way he fucked you. mainly, the way that he did so like it’d pain him not to. the last sliver of sense he had left, implored for him to push into you slowly—to savour every single moment, as well as to get you both used to each other. but, a man’s greed can be the end of him, and that end would commence when he felt just how wet and tight you were. it became apparent to eren why ony had to take so many breaks while inside you and, as much as he hated to admit, he just didn’t think he could last very long before nutting in you. but he wanted you to know that he could take you. over and over again. until you took every morsel of his being. eren wasn’t as thick as ony was, but his dick still had you tapping his shoulder a few times to get him to stop so you didn’t rip in half. and, to add insult to injury, eren had two veins on either side of his length that meant that you were trying to run from him, and singing his name, before he was fully inside you.

once he was, he’d move quite slowly, just taking in the fact that this was really happening. and that novel disbelief would wear off quickly, when you spoke into his ear,

”h-harder, eren”, it wasn’t much, but it was enough for eren to let go of anything that had been holding him back up until that point; his friendship, fear he’d never be able to get over you once he got a taste of what you felt like, and the fear that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself once he started. your calves would be pressed into the back of your thighs, the front of them against your chest as eren fucked into you—the sight of your tits bouncing in front of him making it even more difficult for him not to just nut in you. the sound of his balls hitting your ass cheeks deafened you to the fact that your boyfriend was in the corner of the room—brown irises zeroing in on the interaction in front him.

the sight of you and eren surveying each other’s faces had made ony’s stomach twist slightly, but he had been able to unwind it quite quickly. the same could not be said for the verdant creature sitting atop his shoulder that he had been struggling to shake off as his eyes remained set on the fast, but deep, strokes eren was feeding you. your fingers and eyes had been entangled since the moment eren had moved your legs to wrap around him. leading ony to sit still, hands in his lap, as he just watched his best friend make love to his girlfriend. what the actually fuck is going on right now?, he thought to himself.

”turn her around, eren”, ony instructed. his voice overrode the jarring sound of eren’s balls smacking against whatever part of you they were; ony didn’t know because he couldn’t see that side of the bed. even still, it took eren a second to really take in what had just been said, and feel the outrage move through his entire body.

”but—”, was all eren managed to get out before ony moved forward in his chair.

”eren, you turn her around right now or i’ll drag her out of here, and you’ll never see her again.”,

even in the middle of confrontation, eren’s tip wouldn’t cease its attack on your cervix. though sandwiched between the fiery words being thrown above you, moans were still spilling out of your mouth. they’d draw eren’s attention back to your presence—you sounded so good. he didn’t want those beautiful sounds to stop coming out of your mouth so, once again, he’d have to obey ony’s commands just so he could carry on making you feel good. and you felt your stomach sink—not at the fact that the two men were basically using you as a pawn, but at the fact that the lack of eye contact would detach you from eren.

but when he’d turn you around, you’d be reminded of your boyfriend’s presence in the corner of the room, his bleary eyes watching his hand slowly pump his dick. from what your teary eyes could deduce, there was already a layer of nut on ony’s hand, sliding down his length to coat his balls. and when his eyes would move back up to the bed, they’d be met with your eyes lazily gazing at him. he’d smirk at you before getting up to walk over to you. and his dick would be inches from your face when he’d say,

”spit on it f’r me, baby”. and one of eren’s hands would still be digging into your hip, when the other would wrap around to slide two fingers into your mouth.

”just getting all spit that ready f’r him, ma. c’mon, drool on ‘em”, your salivary glands would react before your words could—producing more spit around eren’s digits before he’d push them in a little further, making you gag around them. as pretty was you looked, the only thing ony wanted you to gag on was feeling neglected at the lack of lubricant on it. so he’d pull at eren’s fingers to get them to move out of your mouth. and, once you’d grounded yourself again, he’d move closer to you, allowing the hanging spit to land on his dick. he’d rub it on his length, before leaning down to kiss you on your forehead, and praise you.

”that’s my good girl”, he had said, his eyes locked with eren’s.

the irritation that eye contact had bred in eren was present in how harsh he was fucking into you, the movements lurching you forwards causing your forehead to drop onto the bed underneath you. but you’d still raise it so you could keep looking at your boyfriend. the sight of him getting off to his friend fucking his girlfriend sent a swarm of butterflies to the space in between your legs, and you’d swat them away with your own hand, rubbing circles on your clit. eren was far too lost in you to even notice what was going on—eyes cemented to the movements of the flesh on your ass when it’d connect with him. a vengeful smirk found his face before he said,

”ony, i wish you could see what i’m seein’ back here”, that taunt would hurt ony more than he’d let on, as he simply scoffed and replied,

”when i’m looking at a face like that, how could i care?”, it was then that eren noticed you had been staring at ony this whole time. that’s when that envious monster living within him grew far more furious than it’d ever been, and eren’s hand would grip around your throat to pull your back to his chest. it’d then turn your head so his lips were brushing past the side of your ear.

”you look at him again, and you ain’t nuttin’, d’you hear me?”, he warned quietly before licking and sucking at your earlobe. too distracted by the pleasure coursing through every limb, you could barely nod. it wasn’t until eren moved your hand, and delivered a light slap to your sensitive clit that you’d come back to reality.

”i said d’you hear me?”, his jaw clenched as he fucked into you with less affection, and more anger.

”y-yes, eren-n”, you’d stammer out, before he delivered another slap to your clit, causing you to whine out in pleasurable pain.

”yes, what?”, your brain froze at that question, because he couldn’t have been wanting you to call him the name you called ony. that just didn’t seem right. but, seeing you thinking too hard about it, eren’s hips would stop. that would be met with complaints as his tip had just been kissing your cervix in the perfect way, and now your orgasm was about to be robbed from you. so you’d just have to deal with ony’s dismay at another time,

”yes, daddy”, you said and, with no sounds of skin slapping to drown your voice out, ony had heard you loud and clear. and eren could see it. that’s why his eyes were on ony’s as he placed kisses on your shoulder and told you,

”that’s my good girl”, before lying you back on the bed, face down so you couldn’t look at your boyfriend. that eye contact wouldn’t be broken even as eren leaned down to kiss on your neck, wrapping his lips around a specific spot on your skin for a second too long, guiding a more strained moan to come from your mouth. and when eren would pull back from your skin, ony would notice that the spot eren had been kissing was now darker than the rest of your neck. and completely glazed in a layer of eren’s saliva. the side of your neck was a spot that’s very hard to miss, and that’s why eren chose it. he wanted to know that anytime someone saw it, they’d assume it was the work of your boyfriend. but the fact that the three people in that room would know otherwise made his dick twitch inside of you.

this would probably be the last time you two fucked, so eren didn’t want to have regrets at the end of this. meaning there was no way in hell he was nutting before you did, but he was so close it seemed a possibility within reach. so he’d slam into you harder, gifting your ass slaps every few thrusts, before reaching around you to toy with your clit and suck harshly onto the skin on your neck. pleasure was attacking you from every corner, and you’d soon succumb to it, drooling onto the sheets underneath you as you did so,

”eren, i’m-m c-cumminnggg”, you cantillated, and eren just fucked into you harder, trying his absolute best not to loosen the thin rein he had on his own release.

”go on, ma, nut on it. give it to me, i wanna feel you”, those words were all the encouragement you needed to coat his thighs and bed. and eren was right behind you. his pace would falter, his hips stuttering slightly before he'd pull out of you and nut all over your back and ass cheeks like he'd been dreaming about for weeks.

it could’ve all ended there, and eren would’ve been content. although having sex with you had done nothing but grow his affections, he was sure it would be easier to move on from this now. knowing you had wanted him the way he did you, and he had gotten to see all his fantasies play out in real time would’ve been enough for him. but not for you. eren hadn’t been the only one with fantasies, and your main one was recreating the moment that sparked something in you that couldn’t be extinguished. so albeit wobbly, your arms were able to pick you up to turn you to face eren. still dazed from his nut, he hadn’t really thought anything of it, until your face lowered to his dick. within seconds, your lips were around his sensitive tip, sucking on it like you did a few weeks ago. he winced at the feeling, but still let you hollow your cheeks around him, his balls in your hands. there were no protests from him. even as you'd switch, one hand stroking his length as his balls were in your mouth. all with your eyes met. eren could've sworn he fell for you then and there.

with your wet pussy in the air, how could ony not walk over to you and sat eating it from the back as you're sucking eren's dick? eren's view of your eyes would be cut short when they'd close as you'd feel ony's tongue flat against your wetness. overstimulation would urge you to move away from him, but ony would grab your thighs and pull you closer to him. at the end of it all, novelty is quashed by experience because, as good as eren had made you feel, ony knew your body better than you did. he knew all the right places that made you moan out, sending vibrations through eren’s tip, all the way down to his toes.

overstimulation would pull eren’s nut from him quite quickly, all of it spilling into your mouth. and as soon as the pleasure made him lean onto the bed, your hand would be on the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours again. lust, and the taste of his own release, meant the kiss wasn’t as sweet as the last one. but eren didn’t pull away from you, it’d be you being pulled back by your hips, before you’d feel ony’s tip collecting your arousal. he’d quickly slide inside you, and the last thing you’d see before ony would push your head to the bed would be an overwhelmed eren sliding down to lean against the side of the bed.

”fuck.”, ony breathed out from behind you, his pace quick as he felt you already started to tighten around him. and it wouldn’t stall even as you’d cum around him, speeding up his own release. his hands would still find the middle of your back, perfecting your wavering arch,

”o-ony, i can’t-t”, you mewled.

”just stay wit’ me for a little longer, ma”, he’d whisper, kissing onto the shoulder eren hadn’t kissed. the reason ony had walked over to you was that he had been close to his second nut, and he wanted it to be inside you. so he’d only be thrusting in you for a few minutes before you’d feel warmth spill into you. followed by nothing but heavy breaths filling the room before you’d laugh slightly,

”round 2?”,

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— Pairing: Eren x Reader, friends to lovers

— General info: series, 18+, modern AU, serial killer AU, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

— Summary: Fate is a tricky thing. Certain situations can’t be avoided as much as certain people’s lives can’t be kept from intertwining. With a serial killer on the loose, and unexpected relationships blooming, how will the universe intervene?

— Chapter summary: The past is revealed to Eren, who can only do his best to prove that it doesn’t change his feelings.

— Content warnings: past child abuse/neglect, drug use, unstable family life, grooming, SA, slightly nsfw, mention of unprotected sex.

— Notes: Sorry for the cliffhanger last week lol but you should be used to it haha. Chapter 10 is now here! <3 There’s a lot going on in this chapter so please pay attention to the content warnings before reading. Don’t be shy to stop by my ask box <3 If anyone else would like to be added to the tag list, lmk. Happy reading!

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then and now

It wasn’t always so bad.

My earliest memory is that of my mom giving me a warm cup of tea and honey when I fell incredibly ill at three years old. I'd eaten something unclean and I was stuck in my parent's bed for a week, feverish, with little appetite and even less strength. If I concentrate enough, I can still hear echoes of my parents sitting at the kitchen table, crunching the numbers from their pooled savings so they could afford a doctor's visit. My mom remained by my side the entire time to make sure the IV drip didn't spontaneously clog, or that I didn't move the hand that was connected to it and started bleeding out into the tube. The doctor said a little bleeding was normal, but she was scared of it happening at all.

I developed a hatred for cabbage, which is what the doctor recommended to help regain strength without hurting my stomach. My father went out to buy it and my mom fed it to me in soup. She'd make a game out of it, and she promised to take me to the park to play as soon as I got better. I remember my childhood fondly if I focus on that first memory. So, I'm pretty sure anything before that was just as good.

I didn't know until I was way older that my mother did drugs before she had me. She struggled with addiction at sixteen, which was well into her relationship with my father. The only difference was, he remained clean after my mom told him she was pregnant during their senior year of high school.

I couldn't understand that I was witnessing her relapse after I started kindergarten. Apparently, being four and a half years old is the cutoff for being worthy of staying sober for.

That's when everything started spiraling. My mom failed to pick me up from school several times, leaving me to spend hours tucked away in the library, keeping Mrs. Zacharias company while she pretended to rearrange already organized books. My father worked long hours at a factory, some of which had to be punctured like swiss cheese so he could take me home because my mom was nowhere to be found.

By the time she stumbled through the door, she was being brought in by strange men. I never met them, I just knew they were there because the noise would wake me up in the middle of the night and I'd hear my father arguing with my intoxicated mom after thanking them for bringing her home.

My mom looked sick. As her number one fan, I was worried. She was getting skinnier, she barely ate and she seemed tired all the time yet never got enough sleep to heal the dark circles under her sunken eyes.

The first time I attempted to cook something, I was six. I could easily get by during school days. I had breakfast and lunch there, and sometimes Mrs. Zacharias would give me pretzel sticks if I read a book out loud to her while we waited for my father to come get me. But on weekends, I was on my own. My father was working even on weekends to make ends meet and even when my mom happened to be home, she wasn't truly there.

So, while she was locked inside the bathroom for hours, I went into the kitchen and tried to boil an egg. I couldn't find the small pot we always used, but my pink plastic bowl was on the drying rack from last night after my father fed me dinner.

I didn't know you weren't supposed to put plates onto a hot stove. The plate cracked and stuck to the burner. I tried to pry it off but I burned my hand. It would take years for the scar to fade.

When my mom saw what I'd done, she slapped me straight across the face. I was dragged by my hair and locked in the minuscule storage closet as punishment. That was just the first of many times.

My father would always be the one to let me out when he got back from work late at night, and I'd quietly call him from the inside, scared because I'd urinated myself and he'd probably be just as mad as my mom. But he wasn't. He'd clean me up, scrape the plastic from my now useless pink bowl from the burner, and feed me.

My father grew tired of it. All the money that was meant for food and supplies went directly to dealers, meaning he had to spread himself even thinner. When he found out my mom had ransacked the secret place he kept his savings for the sixth time, he snapped.

I was twelve by then, so I understood everything that was going on.

They had a huge fight and he stormed into the bedroom to pack his clothes into a bag. But my mom was ballistic. She took a pair of scissors and started cutting anything she could get her hands on into pieces.

I heard a series of slapping and punching before my father passed me by in the living room — no money or clothes on him — and slammed the door shut behind him.

Things got even worse.

My mom would constantly yell that if it hadn't been for me, my father never would've left. She'd tell me I ruined her life and that I was a burden. Had she not gotten pregnant at eighteen, her life would be a whole lot simpler.

But now we didn't have any money, I didn't have a father, and my mom's addiction pushed her into getting a job. Even back then, at twelve years old, I felt guilty because she had to work because of me.

She started off at a laundromat. Mrs. Zacharias visited our apartment because I hadn't gone to school for a few days and she wanted to check in. Despite my mom's foul language toward the kind librarian, she helped her get the job.

My mom was very happy to work at the laundromat, though it had less to do with having a purpose than it did with the crumpled bills she'd find in people's clothes that would later serve as pocket change for her dealer.

After a year, she was fired after being caught stealing from the register. It was surprising she even lasted that long in that place.

But now she was even more desperate.

And that's when the men started coming.

I spent my elementary and middle school years hearing my mom having sex with strangers inside the room she used to share with my father while I did homework on the kitchen table.

Some of them were nice. Some of them weren't.

Sometimes my mom's dealer would be the one to come around.

One day, when I was thirteen, I'd just gotten back from the school library from working on a group project and I was making myself a sandwich when he came out of the bedroom, still buckling his pants.

“Hey there, princess,” he said.

“Hi, Steve.”

I didn't think it was strange to be on a first name basis with the guy. He was around a lot and that in itself meant it was okay to be close with him, in my mind.

Besides, he wasn't that much older than me. I think about eighteen or nineteen. It just made sense to be friends.

“How's school?” he asked as he leaned back into one of the chairs at the table.

I knew he didn't really care — that's why he dropped out, he'd say — but I still answered him honestly.

“Math's getting a bit hard but I'm doing okay.”

“That's ‘cause you're smart,” he praised as he lit up a cigarette and took the first drag. “You're gonna make it outta here real quick with that brain of yours.”

He held my gaze as he blew out the smoke away from my face. It didn't matter because it drifted back to me anyway.

“You're pretty, too,” he murmured before taking another long drag.

I shook my head, an unamused scoff leaving my lips.

“I'm serious,” he laughed.

I turned back to look at him again, suddenly feeling shy.

He had very nice eyes. Sometimes bloodshot but always very blue.

I always liked how blue his eyes were.

I also liked that he complimented me. Outside of school I was barely praised for anything.

“You think I'm pretty?”

His smile slowly faded as he squashed his cigarette butt on the floor and leaned closer to me.

“Yeah, you're fuckin’ pretty, darlin’,” he murmured, his eyes flitting to my lips. “Wish I could taste you.”

I could feel my face grow hot at his words. At the time I thought he meant he wanted to kiss me, and perhaps that was all there was to what he said, but I found myself leaning closer to him, too.

I had my first kiss with a nineteen year old drug dealer. I didn't know what I was doing, of course, so I just tried to mimic his movements. He tasted awful but I felt my stomach fluttering at the thought that someone thought of me as pretty and not a disgusting nuisance.

The kiss was cut short when my mom caught sight of the scene and angrily kicked him out.

She was fuming when she got back to me, and I could feel my stomach trying to climb up my throat in anxiety.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled.

I tried to explain that he asked to kiss me first, that he made the first move. But she overpowered me.

“You think I don't notice the way you look at all my men?” she sneered. “It wouldn't kill you to stop wearing that skimpy little skirt around, you filthy slut.”

I was next to be thrown out of the house.

Living on the first floor of our apartment building included some perks, one of them being we didn’t have to climb the metal stairs attached to the side of the building to get to our apartment. There were no stairs connecting the apartment floors on the inside, either, which meant there was plenty of privacy.

But it also meant I had no way of getting back inside that night.

It was December. It was snowing. And I slept outside.

From then on, I was nothing but a whore, a vicious slut who was interfering with my mom's business. I had to leave the house each time she had someone over, or be locked in the closet until they finished. My mom said that as long as I was in view, men would be more interested in me, the pretty young thing, instead of her. And that wasn't fair.

Over the next couple of years, we coexisted with each other. I stayed out of her way as much as I could, a habit that ultimately translated to other aspects of my life. And she spared me just enough attention when I needed to be punished for taking money for school supplies and food.

It got to a point when I started hanging around my high school more than I should. I'd get there extremely early and leave as late as I could without getting in anyone's way.

And I actually really liked school. Steve wasn't lying when he said I was smart. I really did have a knack for picking up on things easily, and good grades came to me like a birthright.

I was top of the list for everything.

Minus social skills.

I kept to myself. I was smart but I barely raised my hand in class so as to not rob anyone else of the opportunity to participate. I ate lunch alone in front of my locker to not take up any space at a table in the cafeteria. But I was fine with it.

Everything was fine.

Zeke Fritz was the youngest teacher at my school. He was well-mannered and charming, and he was very popular among all his students — but especially the girls.

He just had a dignified presence that drew everyone in. A lot of the female teachers would shamelessly flirt with him but he always remained very composed.

As the only male born to politicians with connections just about everywhere, Zeke Fritz could've lived a cushy life with a breezy job that would keep him comfortable for life.

But he wanted to be a high school teacher. So, fresh out of a masters program in math, he quickly snagged the open position at the high school I enrolled in years later. Not that an open position was a sign of good luck. For Zeke Fritz, spaces were manufactured for him wherever he chose to go.

He was well qualified for the job, though. He'd also taken a liking to me during my first and only semester of my first year. I was the first to pick up on every formula he taught and he found that endearing.

“I think I want to be a teacher someday,” I confessed one late afternoon when he asked me to help grade my classmates’ recent pop quiz.

I'd accepted out of a sense of duty, and because if I had rejected him, it surely would've caused him trouble of some sort.

Right?

“You'd make a fantastic teacher,” he smiled.

So, there we were. Looking back, that must've been the day I dug my own grave because Mr. Fritz seemed awfully delighted that I didn't reply to his request for help with an excuse, and that I basically confessed to looking up to him. My compliant attitude must've looked a lot different for him than it did for me.

He drove me home an hour later and watched me open the door to the apartment before leaving, like a perfect gentleman. I waved him goodbye and he smiled at me from inside his car, waving back as he sped off.

That was one of the last few times I saw him. Because just two weeks later, I dropped out of school.

Little by little, my mom had built up a large debt with Steve, and seeing that she'd taken loans from different people, whatever she earned from selling sex just didn't cut it. Our water, gas, and electricity bills were more than we could pay for, so I had no choice.

I started mowing lawns, raking leaves, cleaning pools and houses, and walking dogs for extra cash. I wasn't rich by any means, but I'd split most of the money to appease debt collectors and whatever was left to save for a rainy day.

When my mom noticed I was bearing most of the weight, she began slipping away from her own, leaving it for me to pick up. She continued abusing, and even developed more expensive tastes. There wasn't much I could do at that point. I could beg her to stop and flush her pills down the toilet but we'd just go in circles for hours and I'd end up huddled in the corner with tears, hugging myself in an attempt to feel some warmth.

I landed a waitressing job at a diner. I'd go three days a week and on my off-days I'd keep working odd jobs to stay afloat.

On one occasion, Mr. Fritz walked in.

He pronounced my name with surprise. I was even more surprised he remembered me. An entire year had gone by since I'd seen him, and I was sure he had plenty of fresh faces to occupy himself with to remember his student of roughly four months.

I politely nodded at him in greeting and showed him to a table. That night, after he insisted on driving me home, I finally caved at his fourth try.

However, as we neared my neighborhood, I burst into tears. He pulled into a dead-end street and turned off the car. I cried for the longest time, explaining through sobs that I was tired and that I missed school but I felt forced to leave.

He held me in his arms, his hand brushing down my back in comforting strokes until I calmed down.

He began frequenting the diner after that. Every Friday, he'd invite me to sit with him during my break and he'd fill me in on what he was teaching that week.

One night when he came in, I had a nasty bruise on my face. In one of my countless fights with my mom, she'd thrown a broken glass at my face and cut my jaw. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to leave a mark for a couple of months.

I didn't go back home that night. I felt awful for intruding on Mr. Fritz’s space, but he was adamant I stay with him until I figured what to do.

He provided me with food that night and clothes the following morning. I didn't want to burden him, but he'd already bought them, so I accepted the clothes with a polite nod. I remember my face warming up when I noticed his generosity went as far as new underwear and a plain white bra that fit me a bit awkwardly, but he seemed unfazed.

His place was closer to the diner I worked at, and odd jobs could be found just as well in his neighborhood. So, as long as I stayed there, I kept my routine and even helped tidy his apartment as a thank you.

At sixteen and a half, I started studying for my GED. Mr. Fritz helped me cram for the math portion and did as much as he could for other subjects. I was incredibly grateful.

The afternoon the results were posted on the testing portal, I was a nervous wreck. Mr. Fritz stood behind me, his hands resting comfortably on my shoulders as he assured me I'd done just fine. I scrolled down the web page in search of a passing score. When I saw it, I jumped out of my chair and screamed excitedly. Mr. Fritz picked me up and spun me around as he rejoiced in my success.

Even when he put me down, he kept his arms around my waist as he smiled down at me.

“Congratulations,” he murmured.

And then he leaned in.

The kiss took me by surprise. His hold was strong so I merely stumbled as I tried to draw a distance.

“Mr. Fritz—”

“What's wrong?” he gently asked me. “Don't you like me?”

My face warmed at the question, and I barely stuttered out a response.

“I do, but–”

I wanted to explain that my fondness was out of admiration, but he cut me off before I could.

“Then why can't we kiss? I like you, too. I always have. It's only natural. I'm a man and you're a woman. We live together; it was bound to happen.”

Confused, but trusting that his logic was a compelling argument, I nodded.

“I guess that's true.”

“And besides, I've been helping you this entire time. I did it because I care. I'd be hurt if you didn't think I was worthy after all I've done for you. Think of it as a token of your appreciation.”

“I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful,” I murmured.

My voice was barely above a whisper, but my meek demeanor made him smile.

Lifting my chin, he leaned down to kiss me again. I didn't stop him that time, and he just kept going.

Before I knew it, I was routinely bent over his dinner table or pushed down to my knees so I could repay his kindness.

This went on for months.

I felt a bit guilty. Because even though I could feel it in my gut that his logic had its flaws, I still let him have his way with me. But a few weeks in, I was convinced I was in love with him.

It was only natural, as he once said.

People who love each other do everything together. People who love each other kiss in the shadows all the time. They sleep next to each other in the same bed and they wake up at three in the morning to have sex, which ends with the guy telling the girl he loves her because the girl asked what she means to him. People who love each other would rather stay home than go out on dates where people can see them because love is best kept private.

That's what Zeke told me.

And I trusted Zeke. I loved him.

After the diner I worked at closed down, I started making deliveries for a nearby restaurant owned by a family of the name Grice. They could only offer me weekend hours, which meant I had to move my other jobs around but I accepted their offer. Since I couldn't drive a car or a motorcycle, I had to bike everywhere. Thankfully, the Grice's eldest son, Colt, gave me his old bike to use.

Colt Grice was nice. He was only a year younger than me but we'd never met until I started working for his parents. He went to private school, so it made sense we'd never crossed paths.

Colt Grice also had a thing for me. He asked me out a couple of times but I always politely declined. I couldn't tell him a name, but I let him know I was seeing someone. So he remained a distant admirer.

One Saturday afternoon, as I was cycling to and from the restaurant to make deliveries, I got lost looking for the last address on my list.

I took a wrong turn and ended up in a neighborhood I couldn't recognize. Frustrated, I hopped off Colt's bike and started walking, hopeful to find someone to ask for directions.

I passed by a dead-end and there I saw it. Zeke's car.

Confused as to what he was doing there, but relieved nonetheless, I started walking toward the car to surprise him. But I never made it.

Because as soon as I stepped forward, I caught a second figure inside the car. A girl around my age, or maybe even one or two years younger was sitting on his lap in the back seat, fervently kissing him — and he wasn't doing anything to stop her.

Stunned, I rushed out of there as fast as my feet allowed me.

By the time I came through the door of the Grice restaurant, I'd succeeded in my last delivery but I was a mess. Colt's parents rushed to me, asking if I was okay but all I could do was apologize for the delay.

Seeing as it was already dark out, Colt offered to walk me home. He remained quiet the entire way to Zeke's apartment building, which was perfect because I didn't have it in me to talk. As I stepped one foot in front of the other in a zombie-like daze, I thought about how crummy my life had been so far. I kept seeing flashes of Zeke and that girl in the backseat. I also thought about whether I should actually be with someone like Colt Grice.

If I was honest, had Zeke never entered my life, I would've said yes to Colt Grice ages ago. He was kind and tall, and he was nice to look at. Not to mention he was closer to my age than Zeke was.

So when we reached the front steps of Zeke's apartment building and Colt bid me goodbye with a smile, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him.

He was taken aback, of course. But he kissed me back as soon as the shock subsided.

Blushing, he asked if I'd like to get a smoothie with him after work tomorrow.

I decided right then and there, on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, that I would cut ties with Mr. Fritz.

“I'd love to.”

Colt nervously laughed, amazed that I finally accepted his offer.

“I'll see you tomorrow, then,” he smiled, my name sweet on his tongue.

I didn't know Zeke had been watching us the entire time from his living room window.

My resolve to leave him was literally beaten out of me as soon as I walked through the door of his apartment.

I never brought up the girl from the dead-end street.

I never showed up for work the next day, I never showed up for my date with Colt, and I never saw the Grice family again even after I left Zeke for good six months later.

I went back to living with my mom. As expected, she was still a mess but by then all the crap in her system had worn her out so much that I had to do everything for her.

She couldn't fight with me like she used to just a year and a half ago, but it was still hell. She'd throw plates at me and scream horrible things at the top of her lungs until I'd break down crying each time. And that just wound her up even more.

I couldn't just leave her. She was all I had and I was all she had.

But even the most patient hearts are worn out, and so even though I held out as much as I could for six years — and I was probably just waiting to keep her company on her deathbed — I left. She was too out of it to realize who she was talking to, but angry enough to throw a picture frame at the door when I walked out.

I moved to a new city and got a job. I used my savings to furnish the small apartment I found for myself, filling it with soft pastel colors that made the place my safe haven.

I started wearing neutral colors, not wanting to draw attention to myself, and eventually found comfort in treating myself to the nice things I never had.

I only went back to my hometown to fill out paperwork when I got a call that my mom had died. That same week I spent there, I heard through the grapevine that Zeke got arrested after he failed to manipulate the young daughter of one of his family's friends, bringing shame to the Fritz name. I never saw him, or Mrs. Zacharias, or Colt Grice ever again.

You don’t seem to notice that your hands have been shaking for a while now, but Eren does. He's been holding them the entire time as they prune in the cold water.

Tears are pricking at his eyes but he refuses to let himself cry no matter how heavy his heart feels. It just doesn't feel appropriate when he's not the one trembling at the retelling of their life's story.

Words don't come easy to him, either. An apology seems out of place, and any string of comfort just doesn't seem to cut it. He wanted to know everything and now he does. Now he's just lost on what to say that could prove to you that you made the right call to trust him.

“I'm sorry,” you murmur, lacing your fingers with his, pulling his hand out of the water, and kissing his knuckles.

The gesture makes him ache.

“I know it's a lot.”

Eren could never lie to you. Everything you just told him definitely took a toll on him, but he’s also grateful that you shared it with him. And you shouldn't be the one to comfort him. It's given him an entire new perspective on who he wants to be for you.

It rips him apart from the inside to think that you grew up believing you weren't worthy of healthy parents or a proper home. To think that the only time you experienced love it wasn't even real, and that distorted your understanding of the word forever. To think you were present to help anybody you could without someone to do the same for you without any ulterior motives. To think you made yourself small when you deserved just as much as anybody to take up space in the world.

What can he say to a person who refuses to believe she could be genuinely loved but whom he loves like it's breathing?

If he had met you sooner, he would've done everything to protect you. It kills him that he couldn't keep you from being manipulated and used.

“Do you still like me?”

Your timid voice wavers in the air.

It dawns on Eren that he has yet to speak a word, and that you have no clue of where his head has been for the past few minutes since you caught him up to your present life.

You don't turn around to look at him, nor do you make any other move. You just remain with your back to him, looking down at your naked legs through the soapy water.

When Eren peers at you over your shoulder, lifting your chin with a wet pruned finger, you struggle to meet his gaze.

“Why wouldn't I?”

You crumble in his arms.

Eren cradles you as you cry into his chest like an affection-starved baby. He presses your naked body against his chest, rhythmically shushing you as his hand soothes your bare back and he presses his lips to your temple.

You cry out twenty-four years worth of pain with Eren as your anchor. Your eyes swell and your features contort in anguish as you sob so violently, the movement reflects on your shoulders and your cries are mute. You cry until there are no more tears to shed and all that's left are a few hiccups as your body comes down from its panic.

Eren turns on the shower and scrubs your body down. His fingers massage your scalp as warm water pours down your fragile frame. He sweeps the suds from your face with a gentle hand, as he looks down at you, teary-eyed but smiling as warmly as ever when you blink up at him.

A soft, fluffy towel is ruffled over your hair as he draws out the excess moisture before he wraps a second around your body and lifts you in his arms in one swift motion. You cling to him while he carries you to bed, where he carefully sets you down and he hugs you to his chest, coaxing you to sleep while the world outside your window slows down and darkens.

It's around three in the morning when Eren stirs awake. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he finds you looking at him.

“How long have you been awake?” he whispers.

You smile.

“A while,” you admit. “I didn't know watching someone sleep could be so fascinating.”

“Well, now I'm embarrassed,” he laughs, his voice still groggy.

“Now you know how I feel,” you smirk, reminding him of when he's done the same.

His hand comes up to cup your face.

“How are you feeling?” he tenderly asks, his bright emerald eyes shining in the dark.

“Better,” you murmur. Then you meekly add, “I didn't think I would cry so much. I'm a little embarrassed about that.”

Eren leans forward to plant a brief kiss on your lips.

“Thank you,” he says, to which your eyebrows upturn in confusion.

“For trusting me,” he explains. “I know it couldn't have been easy to relive everything.”

He clears his throat as he strokes the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

“I didn't know what to say at the moment. If that freaked you out, I'm sorry. But I promise none of that changes the way I feel about you. Not that, not anything. I swear. I won't fail you.”

You thought you were dried out, but Eren's words draw another series of tears to well in your eyes and cling to your lashes.

“So you still want me?”

He smiles.

“I told you. I'm in it for the long haul.”

As you melt in each other’s embrace, you realize this is what genuine love is. People who love each other want to know each other. They hold hands and play on swings in childlike glee. They wake up at three in the morning to watch the other person sleep, careful not to disturb them because the image of them dreaming is just too precious. And whether it be in light or shadows, people who love each other kiss slowly as words of praise and worship are poured into each other's mouths and warm hands caress each other’s scars.

The last two days leading to the New Year's Eve party at the Jaeger house are spent making last minute arrangements and check-ins with the catering service, florists, pyrotechnicians, and others.

You and Carla spend the last day shopping. You brought one of your fancier dresses in your suitcase, but after witnessing all the crates of champagne being delivered and hauled into the house in preparation for the party, as well as a preview of the flower arrangements, you felt the need to seek something livelier than the original sleek black silk dress.

It takes several stores and countless fittings until Carla finds you the perfect dress. It's simple but pretty and you and Carla are over the moon with the way it fits you when you step out of the changing room.

The following night, the music from the main house's terrace can be heard all the way inside the pool house. You haven't met anyone yet, but the sound of car doors and alarms have been faintly echoing in the background for a while.

Eren’s fixing his bow tie in front of the bedroom mirror when you slowly wander into the bedroom, in your pretty pastel dress and strappy heels, fixing your earrings as you go.

Eren's mouth falls open when he turns around and takes in the sight.

“What do you think?” you shyly ask.

You're in a flowy midi knife-pleated dress, washed in pastel colors that blend seamlessly between lavender, pastel pink, blue and green, like a watercolor painting. The bustier-style bodice is connected to dainty straps in the same soft colors.

His lips part and close as he struggles to find the right words. When you giggle, he finally grins and pulls you in by the waist.

“Are you even real?” he murmurs.

You laugh as he pushes you back against the wall, smiling and cradling your face with one hand as the other keeps you pressed against him by the small of your back.

Your hands drape around his neck as he catches a glimpse of the angel necklace resting below your collarbone.

“I think we should bail on the party and just celebrate here,” he grins as his nose brushes against yours. “You know, in some cultures, New Year's is more of a private holiday.”

You throw your head back in laughter as he peppers your neck with short, eager kisses.

“Seriously,” he says, leaning back just enough to admire your smiling face. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” you shyly reply. “You look really good, too.”

“Well, I remembered you liked me in a suit,” he smirks, eliciting a pleasant shiver to run down your spine. “So… what do you say?”

Giggling, you shake your head.

“I think your mom will notice if her only son doesn't show up to the party.”

Eren pouts.

“You're right. Then at least I'll get to brag about having the prettiest woman in the world with me.”

He enthusiastically pulls you into a kiss, drawing out an amused giggle from your lips as you melt into his touch.

When he pulls back, you're both smiling, connecting in one enamored look.

“Eren, I love you.”

Your eyes twinkle as they blink up at him.

“I know I haven't said it in a while but… you know I do… right?”

Eren's heart frantically pounds against his ribs as he caresses your cheek with tender strokes of his thumb.

“Of course,” he murmurs.

Your shoulders visibly relax, like you've been holding back on repeating those three words and this moment has finally granted you with relief.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you nod.

“Okay,” you sigh happily. You peck the corner of his mouth. “Come on, Carla's probably wondering what's taking so long.”

Eren doesn't move, keeping you in place against the wall.

“Wait,” he says, his voice quivering slightly at the end.

He brings your hand to his chest, giving you a second to feel the fervent beats.

You look at him curiously as your name rolls off his tongue.

“I love you.”

His features soften before you as the words leave his lips, like pronouncing them has lightened an unknown weight on his shoulders.

“I didn't say it back then,” he adds. “But it wasn't because I didn't feel it. I was just surprised you said it first. But you know I've loved you this entire time… right?”

His shy confession lines your eyes with tears.

“Of course,” you murmur.

He sighs heavily in relief as he kisses you once more.

“I love you,” he repeats, the words falling from his lips like it's what he was put on this earth to pronounce.

“I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.”

You cling to him, your fingers carding through his hair as he ruins your lipstick with his fervent kiss.

“I love you, Eren,” you repeat, as you fall back onto the bed, where his hand snakes up your thighs and his fingers tug your underwear to the side.

“I love you,” you sigh as he buries himself inside you, the contact raw without a single thing to keep you apart.

“I love you,” you whimper as your legs wrap around his middle and he finishes inside.

You both rest on the bed, hands laced together as you regain control of your breathing.

“I love you,” Eren smiles, your full name bouncing off his tongue and making you giggle.

“I love you, Eren Jaeger.”

The music from the string quartet on the terrace begins to play, reminding you of the night's agenda.

“Let's go,” Eren says, helping you up with one hand.

“I'm gonna need a minute,” you tell him as you fetch a fresh pair of underwear from the dresser. “I'll be quick.”

He nods, a cocky grin taking over his lips when he notices the streak of your lipstick smeared on your chin.

“I'll wait for you outside,” he smiles. “I gotta make a call.”

You nod and slip into the bathroom.

As you take in your reflection, an excited flutter stirs in your stomach.

Being with Eren doesn't compare to anything else in your life. He's the warmth you've craved your entire life. He's deep in every cavity of your being, patching you up from the inside with his strength and affection.

You decide at this moment that you've never loved anyone until him.

As you trade your ruined lipstick for a tinted lip gloss and you clean the remnants from your spontaneous lovemaking, three little words shaped by Eren's warm voice echoes in your ears.

I love you.

With one last look in the mirror, you walk out to meet him.

As you shut the pool house door behind you, you pick up the last of Eren's call.

“I gotta go… Yeah… Good luck, buddy.”

Eren ends the call with a quick tap to his screen before turning to you.

He holds out his hand for you to take.

“Ready?”

The party is in full swing on the terrace. Champagne bottles have been popped and music and lively voices fill the air.

You feast on shrimp and cream puffs, bacon-wrapped asparagus and antipasto skewers. You clink your champagne flute with Carla and the ladies from her book club as you suggest titles for their next read and you look over at the pyrotechnicians as they finish setting up for the fireworks show with ten minutes to spare.

Eren never leaves your side.

He laces your fingers with his as he tugs you away from the railing to dance. His hands fix your arms around his neck before settling on your waist.

He's not much of a dancer, but you follow his lead in swaying to the music. Your limbs tingle with the light buzz of brut.

“Are you happy?” he asks as he presses his forehead to yours.

You smile.

“I'm never not happy when I'm with you.”

He laughs.

“I guess I'm stuck with you, then.”

“You are,” you murmur as you draw closer to his lips.

He pulls back teasingly, chuckling when you inevitably pout at his evasion.

“Easy, you'll get your kiss in a couple of minutes.”

Resting your head on his chest, you continue to sway. It's not long before someone calls out that it's a minute to midnight.

As fresh champagne flutes are handed out to every guest, you turn around in Eren arms so you can face the fireworks show. As everyone around you excitedly counts down the last ten seconds of the year, Eren hovers over your shoulder and lifts your chin between two fingers.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you,” you murmur back.

The two of you kiss as golden lights burst in the sky.

Later that night, buzzed from champagne and with a new bottle tucked under Eren's jacket, you stumble into the pool house, giggling like teenagers who just stole from their parent's liquor cabinet. As you clumsily undress each other and exhale sweet words in the air while reconnecting your bodies one more time, you think to yourself that Eren has managed the impossible — to heal every wound and make you happy.

The following morning, you'll find a new series of text messages where Mikasa and Jean let their friends know they're engaged, and you'll be even happier.

Two days into the new year, you part from Paradis Island.

At the airport, as you, Eren, and Carla have a quick lunch before you leave, Eren pulls out his phone and asks you and his mom to pose for a picture together, before asking a security guard to snap a photo of the three of you.

Carla hugs you tightly as she makes you promise you'll be back soon even for just a few days. You hold onto her just as tightly, thanking her for everything, even for the things she didn't know she gifted you, and you swear this isn't the last she'll see of you.

Roughly thirty minutes later, as you look out the window, waiting for the plane to take off, Eren's hand gently envelops yours.

You turn to smile at him and he dips forward to kiss your temple.

“I love you.”

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Rosemary (Cannibal Eren x Reader)

Hiiii!!! Cherub again, this was just a silly one shot I have though of and Eren brainrot had hit me again recently and I love writing about him, this is ofc Out Of Character so super sorry about this!! I hope if you stumble accross my inconsistently written one shot you enjoy it.

TW - BLOOD, KIDNAPPING, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, DRUGGING, MURDER, CANNIBALISM, !!!!NOT PROOF READ!!!!

WORDS - 3,453

He saw you in everything. In the air he breathed, the water he drank, even in the God he prayed to. You were the only human he saw God in.

Most importantly, he saw you in the people he ate.

Several people who matched your exact description were found with limbs missing, it appeared that they had bled out to death after having their limbs torn off brutally.

Was it wrong of you to assume that this was targeted towards you? Many individuals around your age and are in similar professions were being brutally murdered horribly and didn't receive any justice. It’s impossible to catch the murderer.

You try not to let it get to your head but your family and peers have also caught on to this resemblance, no one lets you hear the end of it. Your mother wants your location, your best friend wants you to text them when you get home safe or when you go to work, all eyes are on you and you are sick of it.

At the office you worked at it was somewhat normal about your resemblance to the recent victims, a lot of them don’t know you personally for them to want to intrude on your privacy. You coming to work was simply enough to let them know you weren’t next in this case.

Today was normal as usual, you started off with today's workload and you’re finally on your fifteen minute break.

“Oh hey (Y/N)!” One of your coworkers greeted you. It was Eren Jaeger, he’s been here longer than you and trained you actually when you started here a year ago.

“Good morning Eren.” You sighed as you took a seat in the breakroom.

He scanned your face for a moment, “are you feeling alright?”

You didn’t realize you looked tired or bad overall, maybe you’re coming down with a cold?

“Uhh, yeah? I didn’t think I looked bad today.” You shyly chuckled.

“You sure? I know it must be stressful seeing the recent news about that serial killer.” You didn’t think about it much but it was half true, all eyes were on you and you had your own fears of being next. You’re more scared than anyone around you right now because it feels like any moment now you’ll be caught in a vulnerable position no matter how hard the people that loved you tried to prevent what felt like the inevitable.

“Well… it is stressful. But I know you really don’t know me so I won’t talk your ears off on your break!” You tried to walk out of the break room till he stopped you.

“How about I take you out for a few drinks? Think of it as a therapy session at a bar!” He laughed to himself.

That didn’t sound so bad actually, you thought to yourself.

You’d have an outside perspective on the entire situation and might even receive worthwhile advice.

“Perfect! I’ll take you today afterwork!” He said before you can even respond.

“Alright!” You said without giving it any other thought.

He walked off and you had eleven minutes left to yourself.

The end of your workday eventually rolled around and you see Eren waiting in the lobby, he truly meant what he said about getting drinks after work today. That made you nervous.

You weren’t attracted to him or at least you thought so, but it felt nice seeing a guy around your age and outside of your close friend group wanting to see you and listen to you, that rarely came by. He might be a good guy.

“Are you ready? I’m getting a taxi and I know you don’t drive.”

You nodded your head as you followed him outside.

As you both walked towards the taxi he opened the door for you, he truly was a gentleman.

You guys then sat in silence while on your way to the bar he let you choose, you chose something not too far away from your home so you can still be safe and not spend an arm and a leg on the taxi home.

Eren of course opened the door for you on the way out and even held his hand out for you to grab as you exited the taxi.

“Can’t wait to see what my client needs to talk about today.” He teased as you both went to find good or decent seats.

You both ordered your drinks and continued sitting in silence. You haven’t said a word since you got in the taxi.

“A lot is going on huh?”

“You could say that,”

“Well go ahead, tell me. I’m not your peer with seniority right now, I’m some guy you’re getting a drink with and telling me your business.

“It’s a lot.” You said, you’re trying to warn him or figure out if he’s joking. Any of those answers works right now.

He waved his hand signaling that he wants to listen to his coworker talk about their weird serial killer fear.

“Ever since that serial killer has been going around letting all those people bleed out to death I’ve been stressed, I fit the description of the people murdered and my family and friends won’t let me forget about it. Every day it feels like more and more precautions set up by them, it feels like they’re expecting me to be murdered. Any day now should be my time, they think! And they want to make sure I know that too. I’m scared Eren. I don't want that to happen.” Your voice cracked.

You’re in a bar talking about your fear of being brutally murdered to your coworker and your voice cracks because you’re on the verge of tears.

He rested on your hand on your shoulder, “hey it’s okay, I know it's scary but I’m sure you won’t be next.”

“How would my family know though?”

He hummed while he thought about his answer to that. You wish there was an easy solution for all of this, you really wish that this uncaught serial killer never started their pattern of murders. Life wouldn’t be so full of fear mongering people.

“Show them you aren’t scared, stop sharing, stop letting them track you. You’re not scared anymore, you don’t wanna be scared right (Y/N)?” He broke your train of thought with the most truthful response you ever heard.

He looked at you with a passion you never thought you’d see from someone so distant such as your coworker. It was beautiful to you.

“You can’t let fear take control over you, not even people's fears. You’d spend the day you do die in fear, don’t let that be your major regret. Start off by turning off your location.” He said.

You did as he said and turned off your location and got rid of your Life-360. Your best friend Sasha and your parents no longer have access to it.

“Of course I’ll let them know that I don’t want to share my location with them and why.” You smiled, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You were freeing yourself from other people's fears.

“Anything else you feel like you need to do?”

“No I don’t think so!” You said.

This was a great start to a possible friendship.

By this point you both were on your second drink and began to feel tired. You and Eren agreed on one last drink however to end a wonderful night.

You then excused yourself to the bathroom while your drink was being made. ‘He was such a great guy’, you thought to yourself. You never expected him to be so kind especially during your first after work outing. You really want to pursue him now, in which way is what you didn’t have an answer to yet.

As you stepped forward towards your bar stools your drinks were being placed by the bartender, it was perfect timing. Soon you’d be in bed starting a new day that wasn’t plagued by fear.

“Welcome back.” He smiled as he greeted you back.

You smiled as you took a sip of your drink, then another, and another. You felt great, you were relaxed for the first time in a while. You were understood and validated.

Eren began sharing things about his personal life as well by this point and suddenly you felt drowsy, you couldn’t comprehend Eren well while he spoke and he seemed to have caught on and out an arm around you.

The last thing you heard was Eren saying that you were safe in his care and he will get you home safe. It was dark now.

You woke up and you felt cold, and as you opened your eyes it was still dark.

This didn’t feel like home at all, you were on the hard ground instead of your bed, it didn’t smell like your favorite scented candle anymore. It smelled awful actually.

You were not home.

“Eren?” You called out. You were scared. Maybe something happened to you both.

You saw the glow of a hallway light fill up a small space in the room you were in, you saw a silhouette.

“(Y/N)?” Eren said. He was the man standing over you. He really tricked you? He was so kind and genuine, how could he do this to you?

“Eren, what’s going on I’m scared.” You shook in your spot.

He moved closer to you, you cowered closer into the corner of the room, maybe he’ll back off eventually.

He brought out his hand the same exact way he did in the taxi, you feel so stupid. You even turned off your location and told them they had nothing to worry about. You were stupid and you felt like you were going to get seriously hurt.

“Come with me, angel.” He spoke in the same calm tone as earlier when you were getting worked up about your fears and stress.

You had no choice but to take his untrustworthy hand and follow him wherever he took you, maybe he’ll set you free with minimal harm.

As he helped you up he guided you out the room into what appeared to be his house, it was clean and simply decorated. You both eventually found yourselves in front of a dark wooden door. It looked different from the rest of the house, this door seemed old and had scratched on it.

“Are you going to fucking torture me or something?” Your voice trembled.

He let out a huge laugh, as if you said something so shocking and unbelievable. It felt like him kidnapping you and leading you to this door was the only thing on his list tonight.

“Why would I do that? I just got you here.” He said as his laugh finally died down.

He finally opened the door and the smell that hit you was putrid, you couldn’t even describe what it smelled like.

He shoved you into the doorway first, and you were met with stairs that led into complete darkness. He pushed you further so you had to take a step down in order to not fall down a flight of steps. The smell kept getting stronger and stronger the more you went down with him.

“You smell that?” He said as he was reaching for a light.

“Mhm.” You said while nodding your head, if you said anything else or even thought about the smell a bit more you would have thrown up.

“I can’t wait for you to see this angel.” He finally turned on the light. It was dim in the room now but you saw exactly what he wanted you to see.

The sight that was before you was terrible. There were limbs everywhere, old blood stains on the ground and walls, this was going to haunt you for the rest of your life. That was if Eren let you live long enough to be haunted by this.

He walked over to a severed hand and licked it slowly, as though he was savoring it. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the taste of old blood that has been sitting in his basement for an unknown amount of time.

“This is new, don't worry. I won’t get sick, I have to stay healthy for you.” He locked eyes with you. Dropping the now clean hand back onto the floor.

“You’re… you’re not… the murderer right?” You said, you began to slowly turn around to try and make your escape, the door that leads back upstairs was still open.

Before you could make a run for it, he caught on fast and grabbed your hair by its roots, your scalp beginning to sting and your heart beating so fast you swear he could hear it with you.

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he cooed, “I did all this for you.”

You let out a grunt in response, you’re thinking and smelling too much at once. You wanted to pass out and hope this was all a nightmare but your body knew this was reality, your body wanted to run.

He turned your head back around to face the gruesome scene once again, “you’re right, I am that person. But you know, I did do all this for you.”

“What the Hell are you talking about?!” You let out a cry.

“(Y/N),” He sighed, “I’ve been in love with you for months now. You seemed so unobtainable that I had to relieve my stress of not having you somehow! But then with some help I have you all to myself.”

You felt so sick, everyone was right. You were next and he made you feel like everyone in your life was crazy for thinking that. It was only a matter of time before he licked the blood off your hands next.

“You could’ve asked me out normally!” You said.

“Were you attracted to me?”

You weren’t, but it wasn’t because he was ugly; he wasn’t. But he never caught your eye, until he did at the bar and then betrayed your trust in less than five hours.

“No.” You gave in, you don’t understand or respect his actions but you both knew you weren’t attracted to him. He was simply a coworker.

“I started with having sex with people that looked similar to you, but it wasn’t enough. I got so angry that they weren’t you and were never going to be you, so I started killing them. Then that wasn’t enough by the third person I started eating them.” He said. He frowned for a moment but then grinned, what else could be going on in his head?

“But I don’t have to do that anymore.” He said while guiding you back up stairs.

You had no choice but to follow him back up, at least you didn’t have to smell the indescribable rot in his basement anymore. Fear of what was going to happen to you next though was still there, your life was in his hands and there was no way you could fight against him. Not right now.

“I finally have you, isn’t that great?” He sounded so proud of murdering people and kidnapping you on top of that.

“No.” You said, you weren’t going to let him corner you like this, you wanted to be free. Nothing about this was great.

“What?” His voice cracked, he was now trying to hold back tears.

“Nothing about this was great for ANYONE.” You shouted. You turned to face him and his once bright green eyes were dull and empty. It felt like you were staring into the nothingness of space. But you didn’t care, he ate people and kidnapped you. He didn’t deserve sympathy.

“No but I love you, I love you so much you wouldn’t let me have you. This was my outlet (Y/N).” He trembled. He hated rejection more than anything. He then grabbed your arms and began to shake you aggressively, “You don’t get to say what isn’t good, do you understand that?”

You tried to push him off you but he was much stronger than you right now, you could feel the bruises forming on your arms. He was known to have a short temper but you didn’t expect to be the cause of him snapping right now. You knew fighting back was going to make things a lot more difficult for you so you simply stood there helplessly as he shook you like you were a doll.

He continued to shout about how his one sided love for you wasn’t fair and that he wasn’t having fun either.

But why would he continue to eat these people that slightly resemble you? To you he enjoyed this more than anything, to you he enjoyed the chase and the fighting the victims put him through.

He jolted you back to your disgusting reality after a long shouting session.

“Do you understand?”

You nodded as fast as you could, you wanted him to stop shouting and shaking you once and for all. You wanted just a bit of human decency, the decency expected from a coworker.

He walked you to a chair, the chair was light brown leather and had thick arm rests, these were chairs you’d find in hospitals. There were clear signs of old blood alongside scratches. This had to have been used on his victims. Perhaps he simply wanted to eat and murder you? He motioned you to sit and before you could begin to take a seat he forced you into the big old chair.

He crouched as he began to tie your wrists against the arm rests and your legs together to ensure you won’t try to escape.

“I won’t be rough, I promise.” He said while focused on the intricate knots he was tying.

You sat there carefully, the more you sat still there was less of a chance for him to react negatively towards you. But he barely looked at you while he was tying you to the chair.

There was a slight burning sensation but nothing that would send you into hysterics luckily. You simply had to stay still for Eren.

“There!” He exclaimed he was more than happy to be finally done with tying, the texture of the rope also made his fingertips burn too.

He took notice of your red wrists from the friction of rope and skin and kissed your wrists lightly.

His lips were soft and warm, it made him feel more human than he actually was. This man was the Devil to you however, and no amount of kisses will solve that.

“I tried real hard to make sure this didn’t hurt, you know angel?” He said, he was still crouched on the ground, right now he was below you. You knew who had the power here though.

“I practiced.” He said while still leaving small warm kisses on your irritated wrists. It felt like he wanted you to praise him for his ‘hard’ work.

“Good job, Eren.” You tried to sound happy for him but the only tone that you had was an exhausted tone. You wanted to die already.

Despite the exhausted tone you kept with him, his green eyes lit up at you. He looked like he received the highest honor; your praise.

“Thank you (Y/N).” He said, “But no matter how many times I practice with this one thing I could never make it painless.” the light in his eyes died down and he pulled a hunting knife from his pocket.

Your heart rate skyrocketed now, you thought maybe a heart attack would occur and kill you before Eren did but all it did was beat in your chest as well as inside your ears.

“Don’t be scared please.” He cooed, he spoke to you the way you’d speak to a hurt puppy.

He pressed the knife against your skin, with a long drag across your skin red beads followed. Then it became tears of blood leaking out of you.

He had such a hungry look in his eyes it disgusted you. He then pressed his lips and you felt his tongue follow the cut he left behind.

“Mmm… you taste so so good, better than I’d ever imagined.”

You shuddered, everything felt too much for you. The feeling of his mouth, the sting of the cut, the sting of his tongue against said cut. It all hurt and scared you all at once.

He began to suck on the wound for a little while longer before he lifted his head up.

“I knew you were the one for me.”

Based on his statement you knew this wasn’t over for you yet.

#attack on titan #eren x reader #eren yeager #yandere eren x reader #yandere #tw yandere #self insert #self insert x canon #self shipping #cannibalposting #cannibalistic

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whatisthatmae · 1 year

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On Wat you On

Synopsis: You accuse Eren of cheating on you, and he’s so damn tired of it.

Warnings⚠️ : pet names( ma, mama) , black reader, Fem!reader, Plug! Eren, mentions of sex, cussing, sex in general, unprotected sex (p in v), sort of toxic relationship, tatted Eren, Eren with long hair!!( Yes lordt 🙏🏾)

A/n: this is my first time writing full on smut like this.. enjoy!

“Why you always telling these people I’m crazy?” Eren just got home from selling some of his drugs to his clients. Lots of people most females be telling you the things that says about you.

“What you mean mama?” He was standing by the door looking confused as if he did nothing wrong.

“Don’t look at me like that Eren. If you gon tell these people our business you should tell them how fucked uo you got me.”

“I got you fucked up?” He chuckled at that.

“Yes bruh, you do. How am I not supposed to be when you over here sleeping with Mariah and Casey? Who else know you be sleeping with behind my back.”

“Who said I was sleeping with anyone else but you?” Now he had an attitude with you.

“You said you were “hanging with Connie and them.” Turns out Connie said you weren’t even at his house today. So I know you were with one of them bitches.”

You had an apparent mug on your face when you look at him. He was slightly laughing at you, like you really were crazy.

“What the fuck is funny?” He looked up at you and he stopped laughing. “Nothing, just laughing at myself.” You still had the mug on your face and you were just blinking at him. “You really should be, dumbass.” You muttered out under your breath.

“What was that?” He looked at you with an angry expression. “Nothin, I aint say anything.” You looked away from him walking into the kitchen getting yourself something to drink to calm your nerves.

“Nah nah, go into the bedroom.” He came up to the island counter and looked at you while you were drinking your water. “Nuh uh, you can’t just put your dick in me every time we have a problem. Now you just doing too much.” “If I’m doing too much, then your not doing enough.”

You stopped drinking your water and looked at him. You tsked at him “That’s a damn lie, you don’t even hug and kiss me no more.”

“okay and I’ve been working on that, every time I try to do something right here you go making another issue.” Now your looking at him like he offended you. He’s trying to make it seem like you’re the problem.

“Oh no sir don’t turn this shit on me. My friends were right when I took your ass back.”

“You aren’t shit. Your only good for dick and nothing else.” You we’re so sick and tired of this shit happening. “Mama look, I’m sorry. I wasn’t cheating on you. Promise. I was just at Levi’s getting some more weed.”

“If you were ‘Just getting some more weed’ then whyd you lie?” Eren sighed before looking at you in your eyes. “Cuase I know how much you don’t want me around him.”

You were shocked that Eren was with Levi. “Boy, bye I’m leaving cause wtf were you doing with him? You coulda gotten weed from anyone else.” You we’re walking towards the door to put your slides on when you felt a tug on your arm.

“Eren, I don’t have time for this. Let me go.” You tugged for your arm back as you tried to put your jacket on. “No, cause now you’ve got me fucked up. Why you still have an attitude ma?”

You tried not to look at him and just huffed in annoyance. “I’m talking to you.” You turned around and looked up at him. “Cause you should’ve lied in the first place. What don’t you get?” You said snapping your fingers in his face.

“Okay first, I apologized. Second lose the attitude before I have to make it go away for you.” You we’re very short tempered, when something you didn’t like happens you get upset so quick.

You smacked your lips “Boy please I ain’t losing nothing.” You said so confidently before he picked you up over his shoulder and carried you to the bed room.

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“Daddy m’ sorry!” You cried out as he buried in you for the umpteenth time that night.

“Sorry for what baby? Tell daddy what your sorry for, I might forgive you.” He was going in and out of you so damn slow, you couldn’t take it.

He wouldn’t let you come either it was torture. “M’ sorry for yelling at you! I should’ve trusted you I’m so sorry!” You had a tear stained face with pouty lips. You screamed out when he hit your g spot.

“I don’t forgive you yet mama. Keep begging.” He groaned out when pulling out of you slowly before picking up his pace a little. “You had the nerve to tell me I’m not shit? When all I do is spend my last dime on you, treat you good, I flaunt you around like a damn princess, and I dick you down good?”

“That how I know you’re too spoiled.” He slowed back down and you groaned in annoyance. He’s been edging you this entire time and you were tired of it.

“Please ‘ren let me cum!” You pleaded out with almost everything in you. You were full on sobbing by now from how overwhelmed you were from not cumming. Your hands were scratching at his tattooed back. He looked so sexy with them to you.

“You can cum now baby, you can cum as much as you want.”

That was 10 minutes ago. Now he’s overstimulating you to the point you might pass out. You’ve been pleading him to slow down and stop. But he’s been acting like he’s deaf all of a sudden and doesn’t wanna hear you.

Now here you are, laying underneath him pleading for him to stop. Your thighs shook as you wanted to cum.

He’s been edging you this entire time and you still haven’t cum as much as he did. “Please ‘ren, let me cum!” You looked back at him and saw his face concentrating.

“I don’t believe you mama, you had the nerve to say I’m not shit? While I spend every dime on you, flaunt you’s round like a damn princess, and dick you down good? Keep begging though.”

You groaned with frustration as he said that, and it was all true. After some time he finally let you cum and after that he just kept going.

Now you’re underneath him on your stomach begging for him to stop and his pace sped up a whole lot more. You buried your face into the pillows of the bed while you were sobbing from pleasure. He hit a certain spot in you that made you scream out and arch your back.

“Keep that arch baby, keep that arch for me.”

He reached his hand down to find your clit, but he couldn’t do that because you grabbed his wrist. “Let my hand go baby. I said, let my hand go.” You cried out more as you finally let his wrist go.

He pulled his hand up and landed a harsh smack on your ass which causes you to yelp. His pace slowed downs little because of your disobedience.

On the bedside table, your phone lit up with a text message. It distracted you a little bit and your moans quieted down. Eren noticed and slowed down and looked at you, then looked ti where you were looking at.

He picked your phone up from the table and looked at the message, it was from your friend Sasha… ‘Hey ____! Come with me and girls for a brunch tomorrow afternoon! I know it’s kinda late but respond as soon as you can!’ is what it read.

Eren handed your phone to you and got his pace back, thrusting into you again as you groaned out from the pleasure building back up. “Respond to her, tell her you’ll be there.” And you nodded.

Likes,comments and reshares are much appreciated!! Thank you for reading! 🤍

#eren jaeger x black reader #eren x you #eren x black yn #X reader #attack on titan #black writers #eren x black reader #eren smut #aot x black reader #aot imagines #aot smut #eren x black fem!reader #plug eren x black reader #fem reader #↫ мαє’ѕ νιѕυαℓ ∂ιαяу ↬ ™

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melishade · 1 year

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Elita-1 and Megatron are gonna have to talk at some point and I imagine it going one of three ways:

-Elita giving Megatron an earful of why he's the shittiest person to ever exist and should just die already.

-Elita strikes Megatron at least once, like a slap or a punch, and says a sick burn that has everyone's jaw on the floor.

-Elita beating Megatron within an inch of his life, but only because Optimus stopped her from killing him.

Either way, Megatron's not getting out of this unscathed, and the Survey Corp will get a good show out of it.

Previous Episode of the Beloved Timeline

That one ask I did about Elita and Optimus

...Oh @justawannabearchaeologist! @echoblaze5! I'm bringing up the conversation we had! I was laughing so much over this topic with them when I brought it up and their comments were golden!

So we are going to pick up right where we left off where Elita decides to introduce herself to the Survey Corps. And while Optimus is fond of humans and Megatron hates them, Elita is definitely...in between those two options. Sure she gets that Optimus cares for them and wants to protect them, but they have tried to kill her in the past, and they look eerily similar to the titans that were outside the walls. She is also aware that Eren was the titan she tried to kill the night she found Optimus, and she doesn't really no about how helpful that's supposed to be? And on top of the fact that it's been 20 years since she's actually talked to a sentient being...

It's hard for her to make a good first impression on the Survey Corps, initially. They noticed that she is actively tense when introducing herself while trying to be as polite as possible. Some of the Survey Corps don't notice this, especially Hanji, as they are just asking her questions and are just so excited to meet this elusive Cybertronian. Levi picks up the fact that something is off because he has to know how to read people. Eren knows because she has a similar expression the night they first met: kind of tired but getting ready to defend herself.

But Hanji and a few others are asking her so many questions: What did she do on Cybertron before the war? How did she meet Optimus? What can she transform into? What's with the sword on her back? Elita is a little overwhelmed, but ends up talking about her role in overthrowing the Quintessons.

"What are the Quintessons?" Armin asked her.

"A giant, fused form of five helms, with tendrils, and they could fly," Elita explained as best as she could.

"Flying heads?!" Jean nearly gagged.

"Were they back to back or something?" Hanji asked in confusion.

"Actually, they were," Elita answered, "And they rotated to indicate which head was talking first...I'm sorry, is this too much?"

"No. No. Keep going. I am intrigued," Hanji smiled.

So now with Elita talking about her time overthrowing a tyrant allows for a little more bonding and puts Elita at ease and makes the Survey Corps think she's really cool. Levi doesn't know if he should feel relieved or annoyed that Optimus kind of looks like a love struck idiot. Well...considering what he had to deal with before their coup, it was probably better to have him happier for once. He needed it.

...And then Megatron makes the unfortunate miscalculation of showing the hell up. Because Megatron thought that Optimus might be alone at this moment to talk to him, but he underestimated that Elita would be willing to introduce herself to the Survey Corps today because she had been understandably standoffish. Now, Megatron is here. Elita is here. The Survey Corps is noticing that there's some tension in the air and Optimus is ready to jump in and intervene.

"Elita," Optimus warned her.

But Elita's sights are dead set on Megatron. And Eren is recognizing that look of murderous intent and also recognizing that look of fear on Megatron. No words are said in this moment, but the Survey Corps are surprised when Megatron's, the gladiator that fears nothing, takes a step back.

And it's enough for Elita to fucking rush him, pull out her sword, and tackle him to the ground! And the Survey Corps get front row seats to Elita's battle prowess and fury as she's throwing curse words in Cybertronian while giving Megatron a run for his money. Megatron is able to defend himself, but the Survey Corps sees that he's panicking. Optimus is trying so hard to break it up but he cannot get in the middle of this.

"Holy fucking shit!" Connie is laughing in disbelief.

"Should we...stop this?" Armin wasn't sure how to respond in this situation.

Levi placed a hand in front of Armin. "Fuck. No. Hanji, get my favorite wine."

"Ooo~. This must be a very special occasion," Hanji smiled with delight.

A few minutes later, Levi is just sipping wine with an amused smile while watching this shit go down. Hanji is furiously taking notes. Some of the Survey Corps are cheering Elita on with the others are making bets at how long Megatron can outlast Elita before Optimus can somehow break this up. Because Elita's been on her own for a while and has manifested that feral energy. On top of that, she literally went through hell because of Megatron. She despises him. With every fiber in her being!

Optimus has to beg Eren to help break up this fight because he can't do it on his own and Eren can regenerate! And Eren is just yelling 'Hell, no!' Eren is absolutely terrified of her. Eren is demanding Optimus just do it himself because he's that scared and Optimus is giving a look of 'Well how do you think I feel?!'

Eren does ultimately get involved and tackles Megatron out of the way of a killing blow while Optimus managed to physically restrain Elita. The Survey Corps do get a good look at Megatron's injuries and some do look fucking fatal, but Elita is still fighting against Optimus and is actually dragging Optimus with her as she tries to get to Megatron. Optimus tells Megatron to run, and Megatron has no choice but to fly away.

This is the best day of Levi's life. Nothing can top this.

Optimus lets go of Elita and forces her to look at now the air is tense, because the two are now arguing over something in their native tongue, no doubt about Megatron. The Survey Corps definitely do feel awkward about looking at this go down. They both seem to let it go for now, but it's still rather tense. And then Elita remembers the humans, and oh no they are probably scared of her now. She's ready to apologize but-!

"No," Levi spoke, holding up a hand in response, "Don't apologize for jack shit."

"You weren't-"

"Anyone who wants to kill Megatron like that is an ally in my book," Levi declared.

And the Survey Corps just like her even more now, which only confuses Elita even more, but she does give a rather subtle look to Optimus that clearly states they are going to talk later.

Later, Hanji can’t help but be so excited at all the new information that she’s learning today and won’t shut up about it. Money is being passed around in regards to the bet and Eren…can’t help but think back to the arguing and Elita’s hatred of Megatron. How big of a problem was that going to be?

And Optimus and Elita are having a heated discussion over it. Because Elita still cannot fathom the idea of working with him. Maybe when Megatron still held his ideals during his revolution, but not now. Not after poisoning the planet, messing with dark energon, and every single person that died because of him! Optimus has to reason with her about the few options that the island has for survival, but Elita retorts, knowing that even if Optimus has the resources, he still would’ve tried to appeal to Megatron. It does say a lot about Megatron’s character when the humans here are rooting for her to kick his ass!

And Elita is begging Optimus to not try this. Don’t try to appeal to Megatron because he’s rejected that hand in the past! He always has rejected peace! Why would Optimus even try? And Optimus tells her about Megatron saving Eren’s life. About how he chose to save the life of a human when he didn’t have to. And Optimus treasures Eren and it eats him up that he missed how distressed Eren was at all. And it’s a new revelation of Elita. Megatron saving the life of a species he thought was inferior.

Optimus solemnly asks her if she intends to leave because of this arrangement, and Elita is now angry at Optimus and grabs his face to force him to look her in the optics. She will not leave Optimus’ side. They are doing this together. But she is not going to be playing fair in any of this. She is not going to be nice to Megatron. She wasn’t going to forgive him. She will not be kind. He doesn’t deserve it. And Optimus needs to respect that because she needs a chance to process this. And Optimus does completely and apologizes about the circumstance.

Now Elita is extremely passive aggressive whenever Megatron was in the room. Her love for Optimus outweighs her hatred of Megatron. She doesn’t kill him, doesn’t injure him, but she does insult him and make threats. Levi and Elita have mutually beneficial hatred for Megatron and exchange insults to throw at him together.

(Thank you Justa and Echo for the commentary! Really helped when writing this!)

Also the vibe with Elita in this episode:

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onwriting-hrarby · 7 months

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okay i finally saw it

and it was... nostalgic, sad, tragic, full of care, masterly animated, beautiful. truly the end of an era. when i read the manga chapters i skimmed through a lot unpurposefully, just because of the thrill, but getting to experience it in a slow, paced way and with such an amazing ost made a whole, whole difference

All the new added scenes made so much sense, and i specially liked armin and eren's convo (although i would have kept it shorter and it was a little bit on the nose, some bits). But reiner and jean's convo was amazing (THAT SHOT! The sworn enemies coming together and dying together and jean saying about the scouts.... the best boy confirmed). I could also finally feel Annie and armin's love, loved Pieck for her intelligence and wit, and cried a little bit with Levi.

But the mvp for this episode was Marina Inoue... every fucking time that Armin was on scene I was teary eyed. Every damn time. Armin was never one of my favourite characters but he's a pilar to the series and marina inoue just NAILED IT with her performance (i was legit thinking of @liquorisce all the time because armin was her fav and i would have DIED with such a performance).

and before proceeding with eremika... as a multishipper, i was VERY sad of the face jean made to mikasa when he said they had to kill eren (why so ugly, ma boy), and also sad that they skipped the "stay wih me, mikasa". Not only because of the rivamika ship but because I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THE ANIME SKIPPING THROUGH IMPORTANT ACKERMAN BITS. MY GOD. They are one and the same and their bond is fucking important to their development!!!!!!!!!! Levi saying "stay with me" is not an order but a pleading. Him saying "pull yourself together" is an order AND it diminishes their bond of caring as captain and subordinate.

nyway. Eremikas: we were fed. Raise to mappa for getting their faces right and beautiful. It was full of emotion, it was raw and compassionate and i loved them for that. They gave us exactly what i thought they would, was contended in silences but not in touches and it was so, so tragic. So tragic.

Best bit in my opinion? Mikasa and Armin with Eren's head. My boyfriend cried. We were: affected.

It started with EMA, it ends with EMA.

#attack on titan #Spoilers #Attack on titan season 4 #eremika #Arumika

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ramen8baka · 2 years

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Hey, could you please do a Captain Levi X cadet reader enemies to lovers fic please where the reader is injured and sick and Levi has no choice but to help her. Thanks!

Of course! Enemies to lovers always is a good story. I’ll do my best 😃

summary: reader gets slight concussion which makes her bedridden for a few days. So Levi has to take care of her. ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ just slight (i mean verry slight) angst to fluffy fluff. Also i used she/her pronouns.

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“Keep going cadets! Under any circumstances should anyone be stopping unless I say so.” Levi shouted. “What if you get injured?” Sasha’s dumbass said. Wow she’s really asking for it, you thought. Levi responded smartly with “unless you’re limbs are hanging off and you’re bleeding to death, no.” You were doing your regular pushups, crunches, sword skills, etc. You were still very sore from yesterday’s training. And the day before that. And the day before that. Annnd the day before that. Levi was known to be strict and if you didn’t follow the rules, you were getting your ass beaten. “Cadets, get in your lines!” You all did as ordered and ran into 2 lines. You knew what Levi was going to say before he said it.

“You’ll be sparring with the person across from you. No fatal injuries, and no complaining.” Yup, sounded about right. You were sparring against Mikasa. You weren’t worried, as you and her were on the same level of skill. You see, that was the problem. Mikasa was quiet but competitive. Connie and Sasha sparred, Connie won. Eren and Jean sparred. Eren won by a hair. Soon it was your turn. “I’ll beat you today, Mikasa.” Mikasa just grunted in reply. You started sparring. The rules were usually whoever gets to the ground (loses their sword, cannot fight back, etc.) first loses. Mikasa was pretty rough today and you tried your best to fight back but the soreness all over your body wasn’t helping. Somehow you’d gotten to the top of a wooden post. It was a few feet off the ground. You planned to use your grappling hooks to go from that tree then steal Mikasa’s weapons and you just might win. You’d have to be quick, though. You jumped from the post and-

“Hmm?” You rubbed your eyes. “what- where… how did i get here?!” You said, surprised. There, in the corner of the room was Hange. “hey, y/n. You got a concussion from training. I know it probably hurts now but-“

“what?! I don’t remember any of that! Now that you say it, my head is pounding. And i’m incredibly parched. What am I supposed to do? When will I be back on my feet? I can’t miss training!” You tried to climb out of bed but Hange stopped you. “Tsk tsk tsk, y/n. You’ll need to rest for a few days. Since you got a concussion, you’ll need special care. Your head will be more fragile and you have gotten sick in general just from dehydration.” What will Levi say? He’s probably mad. No, no, no, no!

“hey, calm down y/n/n! We have someone special to take care of you~” Hange sung. You really didn’t like where this was going. You felt like you’d pass out any second, you had a slitting headache, felt incredibly thirsty, starving, tired, and embarrassed. Just then the door opened. “Levi?!” “You bet!” Hange said. Man, she has too much energy. How and why was Levi going to take care of you?

“Let’s just get to the point. Thank you, Hange.” Hange waved and mumbled a ‘see ya’ before walking out. Levi sat on your bed next to you. “So… why are you taking care of me? What will the other Cadets do? Who’s training them?” “worrying won’t help you get better faster. Besides, none of that is your business.” He sat up and walked to the other side of the room. After a few minutes of digging around in drawers he brought you a bottle of water and leftover bread. “here.” He handed it to you. This was the nicest he’d ever been to you. You munched on the bread and gulped down the water in seconds. You swore you saw a slight smile on his face.

“are you… smiling?” He quickly put on his signature frown again. “No, why would I be smiling?” He blushed a bit. You will admit that you always had kind of a crush on Levi. Ok, you had a big crush on Levi. You never thought he might like you- even just a little- until now. “I think it’d be best if you just rested for now. Even if you just want to lay here.” He suggested. “Alright.” You laid on your side facing him still. “You’re strong, you know.” He said just above a whisper. “W-what? I mean, thank you!” You sat up after hearing that. “shhh. Lay back down. You need the sleep.” He was sitting in a chair next to your bed at this point. “Levi… I kind of… how do I say this”

“You like me, i’m guessing?” You turned bright red. “What?! How’d you know?” You asked the last part quietly. “it’s sorely obvious. Although I do suppose I’m fond you too.” He smiled softly. You were happy. “So you do like me? I can’t believe it!” You said joyfully.

“Calm down, y/n. Don’t get all riled up. Getting more sleep will make you feel better soon. We’ll talk more when you wake up.” You nodded and soon started to doze off. You swore just before you fell asleep, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

#Levi x reader #levi ackerman #Levi ackerman x reader #Sick reader #levi x sick reader #attack on titan #Levi #y/n

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moonlit-ivy-writes · 3 months

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LEVI FIC (will title later ig)

Levi x non binary (female anatomy) reader

Mulan -ass plot line but AOT world. Reader is a cadet. Smut with a little plot.

YN POV

"It’s 4 in the god damn morning. What is with all the commotion?" Jean is sluggishly rolling out of his bunk above you.

"Ow what the fuck man!?" He steps on Connie’s shoulder as he climbs down from above. Connie grumbles to himself as he hastily tugs on his boots.

The pounding, outside their door to their dorm, abruptly startles everyone. The incessant banging rushes everyone out into the common area.

You barely had any time to get ready, tucking in your night shirt into your pants, quickly realizing you forgot your binder and jacket back in your room, sweat beads of panic drip down the back of your neck, it’s a natural anxiety. When your binder is as to a child’s security blanket or stuffed animal, something about yourself feels vulnerable, you hold your arms infront of your chest as you line up with the other cadets. Who are seemingly just as confused as to why you are being woken up at this ungodly hour,

A distinct, sharp, sound of boots firmly shuffle down to corridor. One by one, cadets backs straighten and voices silence. captain Levi’s presence alone has the ability to quiet a whole army. A frown accompanies his furrowed brows. He speaks calmly and just loud enough even the stragglers down the hall can hear him clearly.

"There is a reason for this surprise drill, and know that this is not a punishment, but an opportunity to right the wrongs that have come to my attention this evening" He haults his march right infront of Eren jeager. Turning on the back of his heals to face him. A stoic judgemental expression painted his face. The captain seemed to had already caught his culprit.

"Someone has desiccated the late Commandar Greenes grave tonight. With. Vomit." His words spat at Erens face.

You wince in disgust imagining the vomit caked gravestones.

“There are strict rules about alcohol on campus, and I know no one was strolling through the grave sights �� with a sick tummy…" He turns his glare to Jean, who was trying to avoid eye contact.

You knew it wasn’t Jean. He was in the dorms with you, all night, playing cards with Connie and Sasha. It had to be Eren and buddies. Had to be.

"I will give you all the benifit of owning up and cleaning up your mess," he said this to everybody even though we all knew who he was reffering to. Levi continues his stride stopping to turn around scanning the faces of his subordinates. Trying to scope out the guilty expressions on everyone’s tired dull faces as if to find accomplisses to Eren's blatant disrespect. Eren wasn't drinking alone thats for damn sure, Levi thought to himself.

Everyone was putting on a good show.

"If no one takes the blame-" his words staccato'd with his steps,"-everyone-here-will be cleaning the graveyard from sunrise-until-the-sun-sets." Levi stopped his stride once more. "Do I make myself clear?"

He pivots again and faces you. He notices the sweat glistening on your forehead. You freeze, in fear, by his cold glare. He looked at you as if you had caught of him off-guard and he was ready to attack. You feel his eyes burn into you like he is trying to read your mind, you swallow hard, and pray to God your brutal captain doesn’t find you guilty of a crime you didn’t commit.

“Uhm sir?” You spoke so meekly, only a mouse could hear you, the sound of your heartbeat grew loud in your ears awaiting his response.

Levi’s POV

“These god damn brats.” Levi holds his handkerchief up to his nose, flies swarm the late commander greenes gravestone. A mixture of alcohol and stomach acid glistens on the course rock formation.

He was just out on a strole, usually in the witching hour captain Levi finds solace amongst his fallen comrades… these hours remind him that he is truely alone. despite his superior Ervin and his acquaintance with Lutenate hange. He found himself thinking about how he really doesn’t have anyone left in this world anymore. Choosing to pay respects for his friends. But this… this is the most disrespectful thing he has ever seen. Immediately he knew who was responsible for this

"Jeager…" he groaned in annoyance under his breath. He tried to calm himself with a breathing technique Hange so graciously forced into habit for him, but it was too late, the fury was already unleashed, and he wanted to make an example out of Eren. He knew just how to do it. He strutted straight to Ervin’s office to report on the incident and to get the green light to mentally torture his cadets.

Look at these teenage scumbags, barely adults in this world looking like toddlers shimmying out of their rooms, half asleep and confused.

After giving his brief speech, he decided to play dumb, allowing Jaeger the opportunity to do the right thing and not bring his whole unit down with him. Eren was Ervin’s pet project, and he saw potential in him that Levi surely couldn’t understand, but Ervin had a knack for seeing what others couldn’t. Just like what he saw in Levi back in the underground. He huffed to himself. Too much nostalgia tonight. Fighting back the urge to yawn, He skimmed the brats faces. He could tell what they all were thinking. It was Eren, the whole Corridor knew, but the solitary of the squad kept their mouths shut. For the fear of a titan being your enemy was worse than their captains… understandable.

Back and forth Levi slowly marched through the hall. He noticed movement aside of Jean, he walked forward to turn on his heal. They straightened their posture once his eyes met theirs. Suspicious… they’re sweating… and nervous… could I be wrong about the situation. He goes through the list of names in the cadet roster in his head and can’t quite pinpoint their name. He looks down, no jacket no I’d number, he judges the dichevals mess of their hair. Why can’t he remember who this cadet is… no one new had joined his unit recently, he studied their facial expressions closely.

“Uhm sir?"

"Announce yourself cadet." He used their nervous demeanor to his advantage.

"Yes sir Y/N L/N uh sqaud 6 sir." They saluted him for formalities.

Squad 6 was in his last mission outside the walls, flashing faces of his squad members cross his mind…L/N? He thought he was going crazy. Normally L/N has their hair pulled tight into a cap, so he hardly recognized them. Levi examined their features, soft feminine facial structure and their cheeks are plumper and more blushed from just waking up, fairly small shoulders. No this can't be right; he was for sure that he only had males on the last mission. Infact, he insisted on it with Commander Ervin. Saying the only solid girl cadet in the unit was Miss Mikasa. Hange had almost jumped Levi after the meeting for being a "Sexist Pig," what they referred to him as. Which was not the case. Levi recognizes strength not gender. If this cadet was telling the truth, then. His gaze fell below their shoulders. His ears flush with pink color as he notices the stiffened buds of their nipples, after they drop their arms from their salute. The fabric of their night shirt is transparent enough to expose just enough of their breast to the captains' eyes. He quickly disciplined his stare to their face once more. They were now both staring at each other in a burnt red hue of embarrassment.

"Sorry sir.. I didn't have time to fully-" She spoke so softly. He cut her off to avoid others from noticing what had just occured.

"Very well then-" He choked on his sentence and presumed his strut down the hall. Ignoring her for the rest of the time being.

#reader x levi ackerman #smut #levi smut

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Ayesha Liveblogs Attack on Titan S4

Heading into the next season b4 I can think too much about it

Who are any of these soldiers? What an abrupt change in narration, considering Armin has done every intro until now

“Wasn’t I just flying around with a couple of swords in my hands? And there were Titans too.” That is also what I’m wondering, Falco

“The successor to the Armoured Titan.” PARDON?? ALSO DOES REINER HAVE A BEARD NOW??? THAT’S NEW

So wait, if the loss of Bertholdt and Annie’s Titans are what caused the war, does that mean this war has been going for a year, since the battle of Shiganshina? Or has more time elapsed that I’m not aware of

“This war has dragged on for four years now.” I guess that answers my earlier question, assuming my premise was true

I must once again offer a hearty ‘Military bad’ to all of this:

“Look, Colt, you’re the chosen successor of the Beast Titan.” How do ur Titan soldiers feel exactly when u tell them u’ve chosen who’s gonna eat ‘em

"Honestly, you might never find a warrior candidate who is as talented as me.” What I would give for Gabi’s level of unwavering self-confidence

“I don’t shoot kids,” said an adult, for the first time ever in the history of this show

Honestly, the context that Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt knew about the outside world and then still chose to make things worse for the people already living in Titan Hell Island just makes them harder to understand

[Zeke yells out of a blimp] [Dozens of parachuting Titans are created mid-air] So the Beast Titan ability is just to fucking??? Yell people into Titans??? ZEKE WHAT ON EARTH

This does explain where all of those Titan ppl were coming from in Shiganshina tho

“I’m sick and tired of all these walls.” Is that why you kept destroying them, Reiner??????

As a sidenote, now that there are visibly brown people on screen: The ONLY action anime that hasn’t made me feel weird about their brown-skinned characters is Bleach; granted I haven’t watched that many shows, but the depiction in AOT is about as yikes as I expected

[ATLA voice] “Did Reiner just die?” “You know, it was really unclear.”

“My father, Grisha Jaeger, set something great and terrible in motion on that island, and as his former son, I would like to be the end of it,” said Zeke, like he had nothing to do with anything terrible happening on Paradis and as if he can renounce paternity like a belief system

So it’s not a known factor that Zeke has royal blood? Also why is royal blood so important in this show lmao like isn’t a king just whoever conquered ur country most recently

Ymir confirmed for bury ur gays (poor Historia) but when one female Titan disappears, another one must apparently reappear

Also weird that there have been a number of Titans who are women but Annie gets to hold the Female Titan title just cause her Titan got tiddies

Reiner being an older brother figure to these Other Military Kids gives me acid reflux why am I compelled to have stake in someone who has done so many wrongs

“Surpass Gabi to protect her.” You see, ACID REFLUX

Also nausea-inducing: The transparent H******** analogies!! WHY

We interrupt this griping to notice: IS THAT EREN IN MARLEY WITH THE BLINDFOLD? THAT LOOKS LIKE EREN’S HAIR

Setting other things aside, that they had to have Reiner’s uncle say “Sorry nephew,” as a way to intro the fact that Reiner and Gabi are cousins is funny, bc no one would say that, why not just have Reiner say “Uncle”????

Because they’ve yet to check in at all with what has been going on on the island, it really does feel like a whole different spin-off

Annie’s being able to summon Pure Titans confirmed as a Female Titan ability

“Well, I’m running away as fast as I can,” said Reiner’s father, summing up the attitude of almost every parental figure on this show

Mad relate to Reiner becoming reliable to fulfill a need in the team

Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt don’t look older than 12 in the flashback, why must the core force of these armies always be pubescent

What even was the point of Annie tracking Kenny? Bc he was Uncle Uri’s BF?

“His legs are saying it’ll snow today, right?” “Yeah, but his torso’s saying clear skies.” Thomas and Connie using Bertholdt’s sleep positions to predict the weather 😭😭😭😭😭 Boys ur friend is a douche

“Thing is, I don’t want this other candidate to be picked.” “Why not? Is this rival of yours a girl by chance?” It’s DEFINITELY Eren, and wow, Eren assuming the only reason u would not want ur friend to be a Titan is bc she’s a girl, quit projecting ur life onto Falco

How exactly is Eren missing a leg can he STOP himself from regenerating?

Also whose idea was it for Eren to be at exactly the place that wants to kill him the most kjghkgjh what kinda weirdass plan

“I’m doing this for you!” “He really just up and said it!” The guards being invested in Gabi and Falco’s potential tween romance

I really cannot follow the Commander and Willy’s conversations, are they going to overthrow the governments of the world orrrrrr

“My name’s Jaeger, I’m an internment zone physician.” Oh my god, Eren’s meeting his grandpa

Ah, so Eren’s crazed rambling is hereditary, I guess

“I think I know why [this woman would save me]! She must be an Easterner from Hizuru.” Dshkjdhkfjh u must be East Asian in this Marleyan society in order to acquire empathy

Perplexed by the man in the kaffiyeh holding alcohol but perhaps that’s on me for not interrogating my own preconceived notions

“I got [Reiner] to come!” announced Falco to Eren excitedly, not knowing that he was facilitating a meeting of probably the two least sane people in the world at the moment

Lmao @ the sudden content warning on episode 64, like should I be newly worried

“What do you plan to do?” “The exact same thing you did. As for why? That’s the same too.” Incredible that all it takes to threaten Reiner is ‘I’m rubber you’re glue’ (also yikes at Eren implying he’s gonna fuck-up one third of Reiner’s country)

“I feel like I’ve seen you before.” Me too Pieck, I think Shady Helmet is Annie, and I love that for her

Falco’s lesson of the day: Stranger Danger

What exactly has Eren been doing the past four years that he now views himself as a villain and Willy feels confident to label him as such in a crowd of the whole world

“If all that was to save the world, then you didn’t have much choice,” said Eren, even though Reiner definitely did, and Eren definitely does now (military bad!!!)

Eren has defeated Reiner through the power of empathy and 10 years of deep-seated psychological trauma

“If I escaped while my people died en masse, the world would not rally to our cause.” Willy Tybur really willingly offered himself and a bunch of civilians to die to both smoke out Eren and to start a world war. And Eren really went through it, knowing he would be offering the first blow in the war, and killing a bunch of people of his same heritage! A game of cat and also cat (war crime edition)

“But I’m just as sure that we’re devils ourselves.” Who’s he calling the devils? Him and Tybur? The military? Non-Eldians as a whole? Commander Magath’s vibes are constantly oscillating, what’s his deal

I’m going to guess that the War Hammer Titan is Finé, since she is the only Tybur child to get a name

Update from 6 minutes later: It’s Auntie War Hammer, actually

The parallels between Udo and Eren trying to lift something off of their loved ones who have been crushed by debris. Sickening

Is it wrong to be happy that the Scouts are finally showing up? I mean, everyone is clearly on Murder Avenue, but hey, they are the protagonists

“You’ve killed so many civilians. Innocent people. Kids.“ Not to be pedantic, Mikasa, but he did that in Stohess like five years ago with Annie, that ship has sailed

Fascinated by everyone’s new looks now that they’ve abandoned most of their morality - not loving the slicked hair and goatee for Jean but Mikasa’s hair is fun

“Are a bunch of humans... really about to come and kill me?” U can’t put people on Titan Hell Island for 100 years and expect them not to learn how to kill Titans

“Stay alive; that’s an order.” Levi's steadfast look and personality are a welcome constant

I’m like, pretty convinced Eren is going to die at some point in this season, he seems pretty down and out and Armin ain’t the narrator for nothing

Oh hey, speaking of Armin, been a while since we’ve seen you, your hair looks nice but I guess you are also Unwell™

Did Levi just detonate a bomb on Zeke’s Titan face while he was still standing on it, what kinda wild tactics

“Did I hesitate because of that kid?” We’ll call it a mild victory that we didn’t have to watch Jean murder a child in cold blood

Wow the scouts have blimps now? They’ve really seen some benefit from travelling across the sea; decades of knowledge in five years

But seriously what the fuck did Eren, Armin and Mikasa DO in the past four years that caused them to look so haunted? I get that they’re fucked up by what they’re doing NOW but it seems like a pre-existing condition

“You have a real kickable face, you know that?” Ah, it seems that Eren did not have permission to go live in a place where people wanted to eat him

“We’ve fought the New Eldian Empire’s first battle, and it ended in Victory.” Guess Titan Hell Island has decided to embrace their title as Eldians? They didn’t even know what that was five years ago jghjgh

“Honestly, I’m just glad that we made it. I know this isn’t fair to the others, but you guys will always be special, to me.” Connie treating being close friends with Sasha and Jean like it’s a betrayal to the military kjhgjkhg

“Mr. Zeke was killed right in front of us.” Oh so Zeke’s like, dead dead?

“You’re one of the good ones.” Again, I want to emphasize how much I hate everything that’s happening right now

YIKES @ Sasha being shot by a child, are they gonna kill Gabi now?

Once again I must be thankful that Jean doesn’t love murder

Whomst the heck is Yelena, I thought we would be seeing an Annie comeback?? RIP

“Quite the performance, coming from a mangy furball.” SO WE’RE WORKING WITH ZEKE NOW? THE HELL IS GOING ON

“You noticed that trend [of rescuing Eren] and used it against us. Held yourself hostage to force our hand.” Both more manipulative and shrewd than I have come to expect from Eren; growth??????

I suppose we’re going to find out whomst the heck Yelena and Onyankopon are

“I was concerned for Historia’s safety.” Eren what happened to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu three years ago you were all still relatively.... yourselves

“Welcome to our defiled island of filth-blooded devils, you’re gonna to love it here.” Again, thank u to Levi for being who he is

“But as we gradually set aside the labels we have for one another, and worked to see each other as people, we can reach an understanding.” SCOOOOUTS WHAT HAPPENED TO UUUUUUUUUUUU WHERE ARE THE TEENS WHO PLAYED IN THE SEAAAAA

“Thank you for every tasty meal you made for her.” Ahhh Nicolo loved Sasha even despite their different upbringing that’s so sad

“Right, Annie? Say something, please.” Can’t remember if I brought this up when Armin first ate Bertholdt but imo it’s been an underpinning of Armin’s actions throughout the series that he has some deeper feelings for Annie, so it is not lost on me that both vessels of the Colossal Titan have liked Annie

It tickles me every time Hange calls Eren out for his crazed muttering

I can’t believe the pay-off for Mikasa being the only East Asian person on this island is that she’s a lost princess but of course, why not?

“But I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect match than you.” Okay Historia, I see your subtle flirt with Mikasa, I am not opposed to wlw princess vibes 👀👀👀👀👀👀

“Zeke will pass on the Beast Titan to an individual who has royal blood, and that person must spend the 13 years they’ll have left bearing as many children as possible.” Gross. Also if this so-called royal blood is so important, it really should be Zeke who fucks as many child-bearing people as possible bc someone with functioning testes can typically make waaaaaaaaaaaaay more babies in that time than someone with a uterus

EUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE THAT HISTORIA IS HAVING A BABY JUST FOR MILITARY PURPOSES; GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh wait, she chose to find a partner and get pregnant in opposition to the military’s timeline? Hmmmm, still hate it

Hahahaha I guess now we know why everyone’s so much beefier, they were building railroads

“You brats got taller. It’s like you’re sprouting up just to spite me.” Hahaha Levi

Eren’s friends all going around and offering to be his Titan heir (and, as a result, EAT HIM) is so fucking funny, Jean being too smart, Connie and Sasha being too dumb, Mikasa being too valuable (not to mention the fact she could never eat Eren jkhgkjhg)

“Because you’re important to me. More than anyone ese. I hope... you’ll live long lives.” [Eren’s entire friend group blushes] I too wonder, Jean, what the hell kind of mood they’re trying to set here kjhgkhgkgh

Jean raises a very fair point about Eren not caring who lives or dies if he’s willing to send his whole friend group into battle

Tho as a counter to Connie, he of all ppl should recognize laughter as a trauma response

Like, laughing is exactly what Eren did when Hannes died, and he was definitely mourning then

Also good that we are finally getting some Current Emotional Narrative Focus on the literal PROTAGONISTS

“All are welcome at the Braus Stables,” I can’t believe Sasha’s parents are taking in the kid who killed their daughter oh nooooooooo

Wow Louise, what an unexpected callback to the evacuation of Trost

“But [the invasion of Marley] was recent, and my mother was killed four whole years ago.” Kaya is also an unexpected callback, but damn, I don’t think u can talk Gabi out of her dedication to generational sin

Side note: The legacy of Sasha rescuing a child vs the child who murdered her, super fucked up

“You don’t have to apologize for Marley, you just happened to be born there.” Kaya killing Gabi with kindness

Incredibly pot-kettle for Reiner to have any objection to Zeke defecting lmao he did exactly what you did, dude

“Well, you are a boy at that age; I bet you’d like to do all kinds of ‘discovering’ with Annie, if you could.” On one hand, Hitch u right, on the other hand, Armin would never get involved-involved with Annie unless it was reciprocated, and on a foot, he’s like 20 now right? Shouldn’t he have a grasp on his hormones by this point hgjhgkjhg

Yelena’s description of Eren’s divine fury is truly filling in the Venn diagram of Death Note and AOT fans huh

“You’re right that there would be no harm in letting us talk to him, so why would [Premier Zachary] forbid it?” My current guess is he’s testing how well Armin and Mikasa will abide by military orders

Well, Armin’s guess is usually better than mine, so I guess it’s Plan E(at Eren)

Did Eren just bisect the Premier?????????? Eren, once again I am asking, what the fuck??????????????

“We believe that whoever delivered the chair must’ve planted a bomb in it.” Oh good, it was not Eren, but it was probably those fanatic scout recruits

“Armin. The hell is going on right now?” Same, Mikasa, same

On a more lighthearted note, was the timeskip (aside from being a shorthand for large leap in character motives) mostly to age and beef Eren up, because it would’ve been harder to pull off this Messiah on the Hill moment if Eren were still a skinny fifteen-year-old?

“But as a result [of adapting to turbulent times] our prestige has been reduced to the point where we’re now derided as a pack of wretched, money-grubbing vixens.” Hey now, Lady Azumabito, what’s wrong with being a money-grubbing vixen

“Armin and I were there when the bomb went off; we almost got killed by the blast.” But whether Eren instigated the assassination or not (I suspect not) seriously I do not fuck with any version of Eren that would let Armin or Mikasa die what happened to the boy who was ready to have an all-out brawl with Levi on the chance Armin could get to live?????

Another mild bit of knowledge I recently had was that Eren would eventually look older and have long hair. In S3 Part II, I was incredibly convinced that that would come as a result of defection based on Armin’s death. And I’m not saying timeskips are always pointless, but they are often used to get around the fact the character you wrote just Wouldn’t Do That

Eughhhhhh they are finally explaining how Zeke has been long-distance Titan transforming, poor Ragako and Connie :(

“And seeing as you murdered every person who lived there, you should learn the name, you bearded shit.” Levi is the only person in this show that gives me any kind of peace

HAHAHAHAHA a moment of recognition for this dialogue (it’s me I’m the ladies - also RIP Petra)

Zeke: Doubt you were well-liked by the ladies. Considering how you think you know what everyone else is feeling.

Levi: I do know. And I was liked enough. So.

Zeke, who has never been liked by a lady, bitterly: Well, good for you!

“Guess that makes us even, you Eldian devil.” 1) The fuck, Nicolo 2) Is that wine poisoned or smth

Update from 7 minutes later: Yes, but also no

Well I think with Gabi’s murderous monologue there goes the last of whatever sanity Nicolo had left

The Scouts still not wanting harm to come to Gabi despite her killing their friend :(

The way that Mr. Braus is holding that knife against his fingers really looks like he’s about to cut his hand a la the Titan Gang but that would be an abrupt change of scene

“Way I see it, when it comes to shoulderin’ the sins and hatreds of the past, that burden should fall to adults like you and me.” MR. BRAUS <3

Kaya’s murderous rage about Sasha was entirely expected but still sad

So like...... everyone in the military who drank that wine will become a Titan whenever Zeke wants? HORRIFYING

“What the hell became of the hope we all looked towards?” Oh don’t worry Levi, things are about to get much, much worse

“Why would I want that? Always with the killing. It’s like it’s all you ever think about. Just like someone else I know.” Armin said: Gabi, you remind me of my BFF Eren, who also loves murder <3

Eren said: Speak of the devil and he doth appear

Floch has never had a good opinion in his whole damn life, everything he says, I’m like ‘go fuck yourself, Floch’

“And you wouldn’t put us at risk either. You care about us more than anyone!” THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING MIKASA (itslazywriting.jpg)

“Then part of you has become Bertholdt. Within you is an enemy, who has feelings for another enemy.” I think Armin had feelings for Annie pre-eating Bertholdt, but maybe that’s just me

Eren calling Mikasa, a survivor of human trafficking, a slave, is gross as hell. Eren can go fuck himself too. WHAT HAPPENED TO ‘YOU’RE IMPORTANT TO ME!’ THESE ARE YOUR FRIENDS, MAN!!!!!!!! THE NARRATIVE HAS YET TO GIVE ME A GOOD JUSTIFICATION FOR WHY YOU’RE SUCH A DICK NOW

“The mere sight of you has always made me so damn angry. And now I finally know why. I just couldn’t stand to look at a slave with no mind of her own, who always followed orders without question.” SHUT THE FUCK UP EREN, ARMIN AND MIKASA WERE YOUR FRIENDS FOR YOUR ENTIRE CHILDHOOD, AND YOU LOVED THEM, DUMBASS

“Believe me when I say this, Mikasa. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated you.” I will note that Eren and Mikasa’s relationship has always had a weird tone bc Mikasa was exuding a ‘siblings by chance <3 lovers by choice’ energy but Eren, despite not responding to those feelings, LOVED HER AS A FRIEND! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GUY WHO VOWED TO PROTECT MIKASA AND DISCOVERED HIS COORDINATE POWERS IN AN EFFORT TO PROTECT HER???? WHY ARE WE IGNORING THE PAST THREE SEAAAAAAASONSSS UGH

HONESTLY? GOOD FOR ARMIN, I’D ALSO PUNCH EREN!!!!!

“Is there any wine left?” “Of course not, we’ve been here a month, there’s not a single drop left.“ If Levi becomes a Titan or is killed I will riot. This show is already hot wet garbage, I can’t see it getting any better in the remaining half season

Thank god for Levi, who has done so many wrong things, but has principles, and I love him with my whole dumbass heart

“I want you to beat up the Commandant here mercilessly until he can’t stand anymore.” Eren and Floch 2022 for the Worst President and Vice President that any nation has ever seen

Update from two years later: I can’t believe I am STILL watching this stupid fucking show

“Your throw has some serious heat behind it, Zeke!” You’re telling me that Zeke’s entire Titan fighting style and ideology is based on the fact that he’s good at baseball and Ksaver zoned in on his daddy issues

“The truth is, [your parents] never loved you,” said Ksaver to Zeke, in what might be a true statement, but still probably is something you shouldn’t say to a child

So given his youth respective to Annie & co., Zeke is supposed to be what, max 10 years older than Eren? He’s 30? He’s aged like sour milk

“Would it be possible for the Founder to make it so that none of us can have children anymore?” What’s the endgame of this eugen!cs plotline 4 real bc it makes me want to throw up

So Zeke’s plan... is to have Eren... enforce eugen!cs by way of mass sterilization????? Why would someone write this story? Why am I still watching this story? I hate it, I hate it so much

“If the Eldians in this town had never been born, then none of them would have to suffer and die in the plan that you and I are about to carry out,” said Eren, like he and Zeke weren’t 100% responsible for each and every suffering from hereon out

WHY DO PEOPLE IN REAL LIFE HAVE EREN POSTERS ON THEIR WALLS?? EREN GIVE ME SOME HOPE UR NOT ENTIRELY THE WORST AND YOU’VE GOT SOME OTHER OBJECTIVE OR PLAN IN MIND, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me, still trying to finish this show despite the bone arsenic it gives me every episode:

I still don’t think Levi is dead despite being exploded upon (twice), however he dies (as I’m almost sure he will), he’s gonna go out fighting

Now that I think about it, I assume he will fight Eren, and I hope he kicks him in the ass

“Assuming that he hasn’t just lost it, I don’t see him [hurting Armin and Mikasa] without having some kind of reason.” Finally, a word of sense. Jean and Levi 2022 for a Government Which Still Probably Sucks, But At Least The Public Can Trust That They Have Some Kind of Sense of the Common Good

I can’t believe Gabi is STILL holding onto the Good Eldian/Bad Eldian dichotomy in spite of everything she’s seen

“But to think that your cause was so noble. It just touched my heart!” I am assuming Armin’s crocodile tears to Yelena also have some greater plot purpose

Eren said: Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal Pieck

Turns out, I was wrong. Levi is dead. THANKS FOR NOTHING, AOT

WAIT, HANGE TOOK HIM, I’M HOLDING OUT MINIMAL HOPE

“I saw a girl I didn’t know, sculpting the earth to reform my body.” Queen Ymir, I guess?

“I don’t trust Marley one bit. Having said that, I trust the comrades who fought at my side completely.” Pieck as the only person in this dumbass military who has some perspective

They really do just breeze past Gabi being chained to Pieck’s severed hand LMAO, where does the cuff go?

Yelena’s learning of Eren’s no. 1 skill: Not listening to anyone

“Who else could talk Marley into doing something so stupid?” Firstly, pot-kettle, Eren, and secondly, yeah, sounds about right. Reiner and Eren remain the most out of their minds of anyone in this whole show

Magath really talking about bringing an end to 2,000 years of hatred like Marley had nothing to do with it

I’m not sure what the Jaegerists were expecting, their artillery isn’t really designed to fight people one-on-one

“I’d like to hear [Onyankopon] out at least. ‘Kay?” Armin’s kekkei genkai is immeasurable patience. My god

“[...] That the world is more interesting with different kinds of people. I think you believe that. And I think that belief goes against everything Zeke’s doing.” I just don’t understand what the end game is here! Like, what is the point!!!!!!!! What are you trying to say!!!!!!!!!

“Do you actually believe Eren wants to stop all Eldians from having children? You honestly think he’d go along with that?” NO ARMIN, THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING FOR THE LAST HALF SEASON

All this said: Starting to lose my faith, buddy, seems a little too optimistic at this point

Fnfjnfjfnf Eren’s friends said: I’ll rescue him, but I’m not happy about it

Poor Falco and Nile, hate that that they’re sitting in a dungeon, waiting to be turned into Titans. Zeke, ur the worst

“I’m glad that we’re fighting towards a common goal, now.” Can I just say, I am glad that for once since this season began, the Scouts/104th cadet corps have some sense of agency? Good grief

Quick question, what in the fuck is wrong with Yelena? What kind of Junji Ito-ass expression did she just make?

Also, doesn’t bode well for Armin that Yelena agrees with him

If Nile gets shot for trying to help Falco see his brother, I’m gonna scream

“There were never any devils on this island.” FINALLY, GABI!!!!!!!!!! It took like, at least 4 different encounters with kind people (Jean and co., the Braus family, Armin, Nile) for the lesson to stick

“So yeah, Udo and Zofia are dead ‘cause of me. And also, I’m in love with you.” Being 12-years-old is tough in this economy

Colt really has a lot of information to process about his brother today. Confessing to unintentionally facilitating mass casualty, love, and his imminent death/dehumanization

“So that’s where my dear little Pieck met her end.” Is it though? No body, no death

Yeah, thought so. Zeke’s never been correct about anything

Does the ep title ‘Two Brothers’ foreshadow both Zeke and Falco dying, as one of half of two brothers? Truly unfortunate for Falco, he’s just a little guy

The real question is if the Scream can also compel Armin, or Annie. They’ve never tried it on Intelligent Titans, I don’t think

Also, Annie was able to Scream Titans to do stuff, back in those woods. She could also be of royal blood?

Also speaking of the whole royal blood thing, if Zeke’s spinal fluid’s ability to turn people into Titans is unique, how were they doing it before Zeke inherited the Beast? Like how did the whole penal colony angle function if Grisha and Dina were turned BEFORE Zeke inherited? Does any Titan spinal fluid work, and if so, why is it so difficult to obtain? Riddle me that

I don’t even have the energy to process how fucked up what just happened was. Nile, Pyxis, and every damn soldier down there getting turned into monsters with no out but death. Falco inadvertently incinerating his brother (for nothing! Porco is going to sacrifice himself anyway!! Colt’s death served NO purpose other than demonstrating his love for his brother)

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT

WHAT??????????????????????????????????

EREN?????????????? WHAT???????? THE FUCK?????????

“Those chains around your neck.” “I was starting to wonder if you ever going to say anything about that. Well, even if it took a while, I appreciate your concern.” Zeke said: Don’t worry, we may be in Titan Purgatory, but I have still retained my passive aggressive personality

“Do you seriously believe I’d euthanize the Eldian people?” FUCKING FINALLY EREN! PLEASE TELL ME YOUR PLAN IS TO GET RID OF THE ABILITY TO TRANSFORM INTO TITANS

“I waited to hear your true feelings, and that was the right decision.” This really is the season of sudden but inevitable betrayals

What’s the point of having a Founding Titan or Coordinate at all if you need royal blood to use it? Seems redundant, since it seems like Zeke can more or less control Titans on his own. Is it only the biology thing

“He sacrificed his children on the altar of nationalism.” Absolutely hate to say it, but Zeke, for once in his life, has a point

If the rest of this season could be Baby Eren chasing butterflies, that would be much appreciated. I’d watch 10 hours of that

“He was a shitty human being who did a shitty job as a father.” I like it that it’s Dumping on Grisha Hours, it’s vaguely cathartic

Lmao at Eren ‘you’ve undone his brainwashing’ hahaha u could hold ur stupid fucking plan for months or years, but somehow u think this’ll work? Same old impatient guy

“Why did he wait so long [to take the Founding Titan]?” Hahaha Zeke’s finding out the reality that not all siblings are raised equally

“He set aside his mission for the sake of his son. Would’ve been nice if he could’ve done that for me. Good for you, though.” Take a shot every time Zeke is passive aggressive and develop severe liver damage

The one bit of world-building here that doesn’t give me bone arsenic is that people can develop autonomy within these memories, and seem to have some access to the future. It’s interesting

“I came into this world ready for a fight.” Eren said: Murder is my only personality trait

“I won’t move on if it means abandoning you.” Wild that both Grisha and Zeke decide to put their plans on hold for Eren’s sake, when Eren seems to care so little for it in response

Eren really does have his dad’s whole face, huh:

“The power of the Attack Titan offers us brief glimpses into the lives of those yet to inherit it. Meaning, it allows to witness events in the future.” Ohhhhhh so it turns out Paternity-TSD is not just a Titan thing, it is an Attack Titan thing

“Eren will get everything he wants.” I can’t believe that Grisha’s fall from grace comes from EREN being the one to force his hand, through memories alone, to kill the Founding Family. Eren said: Uno reverse, Dad! I AM THE SHITTY FATHER EVERYONE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT

Imagine, momentarily, being followed around by a grown version of your 9-year-old who incites you to commit violence. No wonder Grisha’s like this

“But even so, I will always love you. If only... I’d let you be my son instead of trying to make you a soldier.” Is this a hurtful or a healing experience for Zeke

So ur tellin’ me Founder Ymir got Titan powers by falling down a well inside of a tree? Okay Grimdark Inuyasha

Pretty fucked up that the royal family got the Founding Titan power through coerced reproduction, but what in this show isn’t fucked up? I’m so tired

If Maria, Rose, and Sina all had kids, I still think Annie could be from the royal blood line. We’ve got Zeke and Historia from two different blood lines, that still leaves one blond to go

Also also also this backstory doesn’t answer the question of how everyone else became a Subject of Ymir. Is everyone from Titan Hell Island her direct descendant? That doesn’t make any sense, because then everyone would be descended from Fritz also. Honestly the thing I suspect (and have suspected, ever since Ragako) is that anyone can be turned into a Titan, not Eldians specifically

Although, this Foundervision makes it seem like all Eldians do specifically have a specific link to Ymir. Is the implication all the people in that society had a little piece of her? Honestly none of the royal bloodline stuff makes any sense if you think about it for more than a few minutes

“The Titans of the Walls will continue their march until every trace of life beyond our shores is trampled flat, and the people of Paradis, are all that remains of humanity.” Eren said: Survival of the craziest

To paraphrase a tumblr post: If you go to the circus for advice, don’t be surprised when it’s delivered to you by a clown

This episode is called Thaw, which means FINALLY Annie. I have been waiting for her to come back to the side of the Scouts!

Honestly, kind of surprised it’s taken Reiner this long to give up LOL

“We’re doing what they feared we’d do, because we have to.” Do you have to, Jean? DO YOU?

“He did this for his friends. Eren wants to protect us, even if it means killing everyone else on the planet.” [B99 VOICE] COOL MOTIVE, STILL MURDER, JEAN

Well, Connie’s psychological break is much to be expected, I guess

The Braus family and Nicolo automatically protecting Gabi despite how much she’s hurt them personally <3 I love them

“There’s a devil in me, Kaya. And in you, and in everyone else. That’s why our world’s the way it is. There’s a devil inside us all.” I mean, yeah, but I fail to see why you use this framework of oppression metaphors if ur suggesting that everyone is on equal moral standing, because it reeks of ‘there are bad people on both sides’ which like. Then why frame it as slave and subjugator? Why not just frame it as a conflict of nations? They are different metaphors

Armin thanking Pyxis and wishing him rest as he puts him down. Ahhhh oh Armin :( <3

“You survived.” “Damn, no need to sound so excited about it.” That’s also how I feel about Floch, Jean

“I can’t say for sure, but if Eren could do [a Titan transformation reversal], I think he would’ve done it for our comrades that Zeke turned into Titans, instead of leaving them for us to kill.” Armin still hoping for empathy from Eren despite his plot to kill everyone in the world

Although, this does make a bit of sense as to why Eren also reacted so strongly to Zeke trying to scream. He couldn’t undo what Zeke was about to do

“When he brought the walls down, he did it by breaking all Titan hardening, everywhere.” ANNIEEEEEEEEEEE

Turns out Hitch, Annie’s former roommate and prison guard, is voiced by the same VA as Wendy from Fairy Tail. I knew she sounded familiar LOL

Gjklgglhgkjh @ Annie’s story being ‘your found family can also be garbage’

Annie [Tiktok audio voice]: Traumatize ur parents BACK

LMAO @ THIS BANTER, GUESS IT’S BEEN ROUGH FOR ANNIE NOT TO BE ABLE TO SAY ANYTHING FOR THE PAST HALF DECADE

Hitch: Okay wait. I don’t need to hear your entire life story.

Annie: I didn’t need to hear about every failed relationship you’ve had in the past four years. It’s not going to kill you to let me talk for a few minutes.

Did Annie’s dad just die???? It remains unclear

Not to state an obvious point but the Jaegerists are so icky. Who has the capacity for a military coup in the middle of a mass casualty event which affected EVERYONE, including them. Fuckhead Floch, that’s who

Also Shadis admitting he’d let the recruits attack him on purpose and advising them to not fight the coup! He really is a good teacher

“There’s no point in worrying about Eren. We can’t stop him, he’s a lost cause!” Armin has finally reached the limit of his near infinite patience

Not Mr. Braus calling Connie a decent sort to Gabi when Connie’s mid-way through a plan to murder her friend

“Be as annoying, selfish and arrogant as you please.” “Well, that’s kinda rude.” Jean truly deserves to be the protagonist of this show

Connie and Armin going to bat who will be the most mentally unwell companion to their traumatized 12-year-old. Based on Armin’s “Levi saving the wrong person” comment, there seems a very real possibility that Armin might offer to let Connie’s mum eat him instead

“He’s just a poor bastard who refuses to die.” LEVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII LOVE U, NO BODY NO DEATH

I can’t believe Hange’s explanation for Levi not dying via explosive blast is ‘he’s just built different’

I guess he did lose a couple of fingers but my real question is why have u advanced in all technologies except for prosthetics. Feels like that should be a common need here

Appreciate Levi stating Pieck (Finger) and (Theo) Magath’s full names for exposition lol

“Sasha. Would you have understood what I’m about to do?” Considering all of Sasha’s love towards her siblings and protecting kids, no, probably not, Connie

DEAR GOD. THE BEST PLAN CONNIE COULD COME UP WITH IS ASKING FALCO TO BRUSH HIS TITAN MUM’S TEETH. HE TRULY IS THE DUMBEST OF THE ALIVE SCOUTS, AND THAT’S INCLUDING EREN

Full disclosure I had to stop watching this episode bc of all the things this show has made me watch, the concept of Connie trying to Hansel and Gretel this 12-year-old child has pushed me to my limits. I’m back now and I’m gonna try my best

PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME WATCH ARMIN DIE AGAIN, I WILL CRY. PLEASEEEEEEEE

Update from 1 minute later: OH THANK GOD

“I want to try and become the kind of soldier my mum would be proud of,” said Connie, as the child he’d almost murdered wheezed in the background

“Guess whatever you’re worried about doesn’t really bother Jean.” Is it weird that I am kind of hoping Mikasa and Jean end up together? There’s something compelling about how they’re both simultaneously so fucked up in slightly opposite ways now

KFJHKFH the comedy of Annie just being sat right beside Armin and Connie as they theorize about her

“Goodbye. Sincerely, your gloomy roommate.” Me whenever I leave the house

[Mocking] “And I get to live out my life with your sad little gang of xenophobic shitheads?” Onyankopon makes a direct and accurate hit

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I KNEW JEAN WOULDN’T MURDER HIS FRIEND!!! GO SCOUTS!!!!!!!!!

“Don’t you ever brush your teeth [as a Titan]?” “You shouldn’t ask such things, I’m a lady, remember?” LMAO Hange asking the real questions about titan dentistry

“Then that burning pile of bones would’ve haunted me for the rest of my life.” Jean truly has never stopped being in love with Marco this whole time. Bisexual king

“Let’s go.” “Go where?” “To end this, and save the world.” Alright, alright, they do know how to refocus my attention:

The scar on Jean’s dream wife’s cheek showing he still has feelings for Mikasa <3 Ahhh

I appreciate this retrospective on how they coordinated the attack, though it does probably mean the last eps in this part will not advance the narrative that much

“I’ll do it. Eren’s killed too many already. I won’t sit back and watch him steal more lives.” Good for Mikasa!!!

“You remember Willy Tybur’s speech. What’s the world gonna do when we prove him right?” Jean reasonably points out that Eren has essentially guaranteed the destruction of either civilization (Paradis v. the Outside World)

I continue to be surprised about how explicit Armin and Hange have been about the fact Eren is committing geno-[GUNSHOT NOISE]

I know it was established last episode that this was still about Marco for Jean but it’s brought into sharper relief when they have a mise en scene dedicated to every single person they’ve lost, and then Marco gets his own panel. Everything always returns to unresolved trauma and transparent metaphors for bisexuality:

“Hange. In the end, I’ll always be a Scout.” Jean said: I will prevent our friend from committing crimes against humanity, but I’m not like, happy about it

“Compared to the sum of the carnage and misery wrought by Eldia, your island’s suffering is a joke.” I know Magath is probably trying to test their conviction in standing against Eren, but what a dick thing to say to the people whose lives and homes you have been actively destroying for ten years

Also Magath being a poster child for propaganda efficacy

“If we’re going to be at each other’s throats, let’s stick to arguing about stuff we’ve lived through ourselves.” That’s what I’m saying, Hange

God. Mikasa and Armin STILL wanting to get through to Eren to convince him to stop the Rumbling AFTER everything that’s happened. The residual loyalty Eren has proved himself beyond reciprocating

“We shouldn’t be fighting,” said Annie, right after provoking Mikasa to fight

Are we finally going to see the fucking point of Yelena as a character? Being from Marley makes sense for her, but honestly I feel like all she’s done is be like, Non-Island Floch (inciting violence and planning insurrection in her group of volunteers/Jaegerists), and we don’t really need two of those, do we?

“Who wouldn’t want to imagine themselves as the saviour of hundreds of millions of innocent lives? To wash the bitterness of hatred out of their mouths with the honeyed taste of righteousness. From where I sit, it seems like that’s what all of you are doing right now.” Yelena said: Actually, you guys are stopping the wholesale slaughter of all other people on earth for selfish reasons

How the fuck do any of these guys trust drinking alcohol after what happened with Zeke??????????? JEAN YOU WORRY ME

Kind of glad the Scouts got an explanation from Reiner and Annie for how Marco died? At least they get some closure

“We all just started fighting, and assumed it had to be to the death.” Well. In more direct terms, Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie did actually try to kill you all, Jean, but I see what you’re saying about non-lethal force being an option in your lives

“Don’t forgive me. I’m truly worthless.” Bold of you to assume anyone was gonna forgive you, Reiner? LOL

Yeah, Jean beating him up is a very fair response

“Gabi. I’m sorry about kicking you. You okay?” “I’m tougher than I might look, I’m fine.” “I’m glad. Reiner, you’re not getting an apology.” Hahahaha love every bit of this for Jean <3

The way the ep preview is a pic which looks like it’s promoting Armin and Connie’s buddy comedy film, Unhinged and Unhinged-er

I’m glad the Scouts still advocate for non-lethal force, however idealistic

“For now, just stay out of it.” Annie and Reiner said: Our bad for destroying your homeland <3 We will kill your friends so you don’t have to; that’s teamwork!

“Forgive me. All of you. I was... a fool. I’m sorry for my behaviour last night. We were never in the right. I deluded myself into thinking we were the good guys. I wanted to believe the evil I’d done was justified as part of some great cause.” What an absolutely rapid as hell turn-around for Magath, choking out Yelena one (1) time and hearing Gabi and Falco plead for help caused him to self-reflect? Or more likely it’s a Erwin-esque Inspire-to-Death speech

“There’s no way to avoid spilling more blood today. So please, look the other way.” “I’m not doing that. I refuse to let someone else stain their hands in my place.” Armin said: We can murder our OWN friends, thank you very much, Magath

“You won’t make your world any less violent by making it smaller.” Lady Azumabito having some of the realest dialogue of any character

“In any world, it’s important to understand our place [...] This [island] is the world now. You need to recognize your place in it.” Floch said: Have you heard of racism? I have reinvented it

You see? This is why we don’t need two Flochs. One is already too much

Floch has never said anything worthwhile in his whole damn life. Get got Floch. I don’t have a lot of faith in Armin’s plan, but if Floch dies, that’s probably a win for everyone

Fully didn’t realize Daz, Scout who loved to cry about how he was going to die, was still alive. I imagine not for long

Update from 8 mins later: RIP Daz and Samuel

“We’re with you. Eren has to finish the job or this island is doomed.” Armin. This is the best plan your huge brain could come up with? Connie has rubbed off on you in a bad way

It’s a good thing being shot through the face cannot kill Armin atm

Better to have tried and failed at a non-violent solution, I guess

There go the last crumbling threads of Connie and Armin’s mental health

How did Floch NOT die at point blank range of two Titans transforming? Proximity to one transformation was enough to kill Colt! Unbelievable

Well, he got his about 15 minutes later, so there we go

This entire season is just a glorified trolley problem, huh?

“Violence will always be part of human existence. Won’t it, Captain?” Levi looks exhausted. Me too, man

Falco has really handled being in charge of one of the world’s only nine sentient biological weapons as best he could for being 12. He’s trying his best to help

SHADIS!!!!!!! I was curious who took out the reinforcement train

“Last chance for you to take a swim.” “No. I’ll stay. I’ve been looking for a good end to this life.” Shadis said: I must die in the most dramatic way possible

“It’s far too late, but I’ve finally realized how happy I would’ve been if those kids could’ve led normal lives.” Magath is the only adult in this show ever to admit that having child soldiers is bad LMAO:

I’ll hand it to Shadis and Magath, that was a pretty cool way to die

Though Magath’s comment about Shadis being remembered as a hero doesn’t make a lot of sense, considering he was about to explode any and all witnesses to Shadis being there

Annie taking the inevitable loss of Liberio the hardest (unsurprising as everyone else there has lived through the hell of the past four years, while Annie was quite literally frozen in time, regardless of physical aging)

“I don’t want to fight anymore. Not with any of you. Not even with Eren.” Oh, Annie

“It could be that he’s always been like this inside. But if this is the real Eren Jaeger, what did I see in him, that made me keep him so close?” A question we’ve all perhaps been wondering, Mikasa

“They’ll try to feed the car carrots if they manage to catch it.” “Hahah, give them more credit than tha—Wait, are they buying carrots?” I appreciate that we get this reprieve after all of the violence

Also I haven’t said much about Onyankopon because he’s normal and nice, but I do enjoy him

“Well, look at that another enemy immigrant.” To be clear, this show DOES feel like it’s hate-criming me but it seems redundant to discuss that when they’re in the middle of a [LOUD FORGORN NOISE]

LMAO @ Levi being the one to cause the scene after his snark

“You’ve come to make it known that the people of Paradis wish to coexist in peace?” Well, that plan didn’t go very well, it seems

“Mikasa, what am I to you?” Eren said: It is time to talk about the unspoken crush you’ve had on me for 9 years, Mikasa

Hahaha good for the 104th cadets, getting to party and let loose with one another like actual teens for once. Also the way that Mikasa, Eren, Armin and Jean are laid out in the centre does pull at my heartstrings:

“What If I’d given him a different answer? Would we still be in this situation right now?” Mikasa, I don’t think romance would’ve fixed Eren

Eren would literally rather kill everyone on the planet than make Historia become a Titan and have children for the military’s sake. Chivalry is not dead I guess, unlike everyone else on the planet

I can’t believe Eren floated this plan by Historia!! Replacing one burden with an even heavier burden

“There are straightforward explanations for all the behaviours you’re describing, that have nothing to do with genetics or conditioning. [Mikasa] doesn’t slaughter Titans out of some inborn compulsion to keep you alive. She does it because she adores you.” LOL @ Zeke having to be the one who explains this to Eren. The closest he ever comes to actually being a big brother

Now that I’m thinking about it: Where the hell is Zeke? He seems nigh unkillable, are we saying that Eren’s transformation did him in? No body, no death

“That’s what I need. For them to live long and happy lives.” 1) Did you really think, knowing your friends, that any of them would be happy with you killing everyone? 2) Armin is on a timeline just like you, so if we have to take the 13-years-since-Titan-inheritance to live at face value (Idk that I do. I do think it’s something they could lie about), he’s also got less than ten years to live and 3) Doing cruel things out of love does not make them any less cruel!!

Can I just say a big fuckin hoo boy to Eren’s whole life

Their vaguely-brown accents have gotten a lot worse since that first battle with Marley LMAO. 3/10, hire a brown person

“I imagine, we learn that our wish isn’t possible. We never find a way to save Paradis.” My name’s Eren Jaeger and I was born with the gift of self-fulfilling prophecy

This genuinely is sickening to watch. What’s the fucking point

Of course Eren is killing his and Zeke’s grandparents. Why not?

“It’s weird how at ease I feel,” said Armin to Annie, as if it were not kind of a dick thing to say whilst her hometown was being trampled

“What I wanted was to see you.” Armin said: It’s time to talk about MY unspoken crush I’ve had on Annie for the past 4 and a half years!!

“Good is just what people call people who help them.” Armin really dropping some of his most compelling moral philosophy mid-confession

“So when did this start?” “When did what start?” It is SOOOOO funny that they’re choosing to address the romance angle between Annie and Armin NOW, when the whole fucking world is being brutally, unforgivably murdered. YOU COULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS, LIKE, A COUPLE OF EPISODES AGO

Are Yelena and Pieck the same voice actress because they both have a mild lisp like they’re talking around a retainer

“Even trying to say sorry feels presumptuous.” It is, Reiner! You’re learning something. Perhaps, like 10 years too late, but still!

Annie hugging Reiner goodbye even after acknowledging he’s the one who started all this. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

It’s very kind of Team Save the World to all be so understanding of the fact Annie no longer has any desire to fight

Floch said: I would like to be a problem one last time before I mega-die

“Armin Arlert. As of now I appoint you 15th commander of the Scout Regiment.” Hange said: I volunteer as next for mega-death!!!!

Levi scout-saluting Hange on her heart instead of his.... Ahhhhhhhh

Hange joining all the fallen Scouts in what seems like a very chill afterlife. Good for her

“Killing Zeke should end the Rumbling.” Ah, apparently Zeke is somewhere in his little brother’s Titan body like an extremely fucked up babushka doll. Or a tick

“He died cursing my name. Calling me a traitor, while I told myself I was saving the world. Was it the same? For your team? You, Bertholdt and Annie. Is this what it felt like?” It is also extremely funny that whenever someone does something really terrible to a huge group of people they look at Reiner and go, ‘Is this what it’s like to be you?’ and he goes, ‘Yeah. :(’

It’s also a callback to when he and Bertholdt were Connie’s dads. Shout-out to a less complicated time

“It’s like he wants to find how we’re going to respond to what he’s done.”

Eren Jaeger 🤝 Itachi Uchiha

Deciding the appropriate judgment for committing a pre-emptive massacre against a huge group of people is having your loved one(s) beat your ass

The fact that Eren’s friends are STILL trying to talk him down. God. It is so much more than he deserves:

“But from you, I will take nothing.” Except most of the buildings on our island, the Scout leadership’s influence over the government, the fellow recruits I have radicalized for my cause, at least two of our closest friends who died as a direct result of my actions, every friend you made in Liberio, your sense of personal agency over the future, any hope you had for peace, and any remnants of sanity that you have left

“You will only stop my advance when you stop me from breathing. And you are free to try.” Eren said: We interrupt this plane ride for a message from our Founder. Hey besties, please beat me to death!

“They told us back in training that the Female Titan can manifest the abilities of the rest of the nine by taking in parts of their bodies.” OHHHHH so THAT’S why Annie can scream Titans to do stuff. I still think she could be descended from royalty, but this does explain it in part

Hmmm is Zeke’s spinal fluid why Falco had the memory of flying around with swords in his hands? A pre-transformation memory from Zeke? I had wondered if it was from Cadet Ymir

Turns out Annie’s father is NOT dead, nor are any of the immediate family of the other Marleyan Warriors. Instead, they’re probably going to die very shortly

“We cultivated hate. Nurtured our resentments. Let ourselves believe that could save us. And what came of our failings, we simply dumped onto the ‘Island of Devils.’ This is the result. Those failings gave rise to the monster you see. And it’s marching our hatred back upon us.” General Muller said: Turns out, oppressing people for their ethnic heritage is BAD! Who knew!!!!

All the Marley Eldian parents being like. My bad for inflicting generational trauma onto my children, xoxo

Is Zeke straight up throwing LIGHTNING NOW? Zeke has chidori? What is going ON

“The forces of Paradis are trying to end the Rumbling.” Oh HELL YEAH they are

I’m going to be real honest with you, I am incredibly attached to most of the remaining Team Save the World, so when some or even most of them inevitably die, I will cry. Or be sick. Or both

“Exactly one minute from now, I’ll blast these bones apart.” Armin preparing to kill his best friend to save everyone else. Awful

EREN JUST SWALLOWING HIS BEST FRIEND WHOLE INTO THE FUCKED UP BABUSHKA DOLL WITHOUT HESITATION???? WHAT?????????

“He’s being restrained, but he’s not hurt. The problem, is that he was whisked off towards Eren’s ass.” What a thing to say at a time like this, Levi

“Theses husks are the people who bore the Power of the Nine before us. I don’t know if their minds are still in there or not. But I’m betting the Founding Titan has the ability to resurrect them as many times as it needs to.” Eren said: Hey besties, please fight these Big Fucking Skeleton Ghosts of Your Ancestors and Friends

I suppose the friends part disproportionately affects Reiner, since he was closest to the most former Titans (Marcel, Porco, on top of them all being friends with Bertholdt)

Bertholdt crying in Armin’s Founder Ymir-Induced Suffocation Scape implies the former Titans are CONSCIOUS of being used to hurt their friends and commit gen-[GUNSHOT NOISE]? HATE THAT

“Do you still think we can win?” “Nope. But I don’t care. I wanna fight to the bitter end.” I am in love with you, Jean Kirschtein

“You’re kinda in the way, Mikasa!” ANNIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Colour me bananas, but if Falco (I see why they named his character that now) was so certain he could turn into a Bird Titan, why’d he have to do it ON the boat. Couldn’t HE have been on one of the little lifeboats, transforming in the water and swooping away?

“Hang on, where’s Arm—I mean, where’s Pieck?” Annie, you’re allowed to care that Armin’s alive, it’s not weird HAHAHAHAH. It’s weirder that you said it that way

“Your childhood friends sure have a way of getting themselves captured,” said Annie, as if she had not been the first person to capture them

“Damn it. I had a long list of things to tell that dumbass off about.” This is Levi saying how much he loves Eren and doesn’t want to kill him :(

Gjgkgkjgjgjg Annie’s advice to Mikasa about how to deal with their comrades killing the man Mikasa loves: Try not to think about it

“That one. Isn’t it an okapi?” “What the hell’s an okapi?” I too would like to know what an okapi is, Mikasa

“Erwin, I didn’t choose you, and I don’t regret that. I’m entrusting the future with the same look in his eyes as all of you.” I LOVE YOU, LEVI, AND I LOVE YOU ARMIN

The subsequent cut to Armin screaming at his inanimate body about how much he hates it and himself. This show is exhausting

“I should be in a Titan’s mouth right now, so how do I know what’s happening to my friends?” This is a question I also had Armin, but I wasn’t really expecting an answer

“You still seek to multiply? Why? Is continuing the species really that important to you?” Zeke said: Actually, y’all are saving the world because you wanna fuck (Zeke and Yelena fight over who projects a more insane motivation onto the Scouts)

“This strange, lovely thought popped into my head. I felt like maybe I’d been born to race Mikasa and Eren up that hill.” Oh, Armin

Armin seeing this object in the paths as a leaf that reminds him of Mikasa and Eren while Zeke sees it as a baseball him and Ksaver played with. Everything always comes back to baseball and absent fathers

Is the payoff for Armin being Babushka'd for a solid thirty minutes going to be that he’s going to convert all of these Former Titans in Purgatory (aka the Paths) to stop being Eren’s Skeleton Ghost Army? Incredible

I was wondering when Cadet Ymir was going to make an appearance. Good for her!

I also appreciate that Eren’s own (skeleton ghost) father is among the people actively fighting against him. PARENTING

Zeke, as he gets decapitated, probably: See, I CAN be helpful!

“The rumbling just stopped.” THEN WHYYYY are there 45 more minutes in the episode!!!!!!!!! What are you going to do!!!!!!

I would like an explanation on what the glowing-worm-spine-thing that gives people Titan powers is. An alien? A sea creature? A really vengeful spirit? Explain!!!!

“If [the Titan Worm] survived that explosion point-blank, we can’t kill it. The one we should target is Eren. This nightmare won’t end until we take him down.” To be fair, Levi, you just had Armin try to explode Eren too, so can you really kill him?

“Could this be the same gas they used on Ragako village?” “Mikasa, Pieck, get on Falco, we need to leave. Cause only Ackermanns and Titan wielders are immune, remember?” OH MY GOD THEY’RE GOING TO TURN JEAN AND CONNIE INTO TITANS. I KNEW THIS BATTLE WASN’T GOING TO PASS WITHOUT KILLING SCOUTS, BUT OH MY GOD. JEAN. I AM CRYING, THIS IS THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY HE COULD DIE. THE WAY ALL OF THESE PEOPLE’S FAMILIES COULD DIE. I HATE THIS. I AM SICK.

“You’re gonna live without me for a long time. So forget you knew me. Forget, and be free.” I don’t care about this Eren-isn’t-a-mass-murderer fantasy sequence. Any remaining energy I had for this narrative died with Jean

Mikasa kissing Eren AFTER decapitating him is an incredibly weird way to end this battle. Why write this show? What was the point?

HKFHKJFHKFJHFKJHF not them having Eren appear as a child and say sorry for the mass murder!!!! What kinda Naruto behaviour is this!!!

“So you did all that to push us away, huh? To make us turn against you and become the heroes who prevent the annihilation of the human race by killing you.” “You got it. Every human left outside of the walls will owe you a debt of gratitude.” This is the most backwards ass, stupid ass plan I’ve ever heard of. I can’t believe THIS is the excuse for everything I’ve had to witness.

Eren Jaeger 🤝 Itachi Uchiha

If I do ALLLLLL the murders, no one will think badly of my fellow people, even though I am one of those people

“You’re hoping we can all become like the Tybur family and protect Paradis from reprisal.” Except for Jean and Connie who are mega-dead, and Annie, Armin, Reiner and Pieck, who will presumably all die in less than ten years, Falco who has thirteen years left, which leaves Levi and Mikasa to stand for their whole island?

“Founder Ymir, she loved King Fritz.” Of course, who doesn’t love someone who murdered their parents, enslaved them, ripped out their tongue and then [redacted] them and had their kids [LOUD HONK OF A CLOWN CAR]

The way they’re cycling through Eren and Armin’s ages. It does hurt me

“The past and future, it’s all happening at once. And so, I had no choice That day, in that moment, Bertholdt would’ve died, but he had to live, so I sent it away from him and towards mom.” So, not only are you saying that Eren was retroactively controlling Titans from the wall’s breach, but also that HE is responsible for his mum getting eaten? Why does Eren have to be responsible for everything? Can’t things be also Reiner and Bertholdt’s fault?

“You’re a selfish heartbreaker, and I hope she does forget about you because she deserves to be happy!” Sweet of Armin, but I can’t take this seriously inside of everything that’s happened

INSANE OF ARMIN TO BE MORE MAD ABOUT EREN DISREGARDING MIKASA’S FEELINGS THAN HE IS ABOUT THE GENOC!DE. Armin said: Two can play at the unrelentingly crazy takes on what chivalry means, Eren!

“But hey, the good news is, I know of one charming young fella she’s pretty close to already.” You mean Jean, whom Eren’s worm ally Titan-murdered??????

[Sobbing] “No. That’d break my heart. I don’t want her to find someone else. I want to be her one and only love! Even she does get over me, I think it should take her ten years at least!” “Oh, I see. Sorry, I didn’t think you’d say something that pathetic.” HAHAHAHAHA I genuinely just can’t absorb Eren saying this dialogue as true, because it feels so stupid and out-of-character, however, Armin’s response is VERY funny

“Twenty-percent of humanity is all that you manage to save. It’s been determined.” “’Been determined?’ But you determined it. You’re the one who kills them!” Eren said: [Count Frollo voice] It’s not my fault, it’s in God’s plan

“I trampled the world because I wanted it.” This is like, the third set of motivations Eren’s played his hand at. When will we land on one that sticks?

“Why? Why did it turn out this way? I finally know. Because I’m an idiot. I’m nothing more than a garden-variety idiot who got his hands on power. That’s why this is the only resolution I can bring about.” I guess this is motivation #4

“You’ll be joining me? Where?” [Pleasantly] “Assuming it exists, in hell.” Armin’s dialogue is so unrivaled in how crazy it is, I almost admire it

“Yeah. Look for me in hell. I’ll be waiting.” “Right. We’ll be together, for all time.” This is the opposite of meet me in gay heaven energy. Meet me in White Boy Hell:

God. Armin’s scream when he sees Eren is dead. Unbearable

“He said that you would make a choice, and that in the end it would cause the Power of the Titans to be erased from this world.” JEAN AND CONNIE AND GABI ALIVE? ARMIN AND REINER AND ANNIE AND FALCO STAYING ALIVE? ALSO WHY WAS THIS NOT AN OPTION BEFORE? Finally, a reason for all of this. The longest, most chaotic, worst path to a reason, but a reason nonetheless

Eren being like, surprise!!! Here is my post-mass-murder voicemail about how much I love you all, besties! Except you, Pieck, I don’t know you. And everyone’s just like, ‘Aw, I missed him!’

I was worried for a moment that Levi seeing the fallen Scouts was an indication he was dying, but it seems like it’s some kind of goodbye present from Eren

“My name is Armin Arlert. And I killed Eren Jaeger. I stopped the Attack Titan and ended the rumbling.” Armin said: I am not afraid to take credit for the murder of my best friend

“All this time it was you, peeking into my head.” Mikasa’s headaches are actually Maternity-TSD from Founder Ymir? Sure, why not

I suppose it would be unrealistic if the fraction of people alive DIDN’T want to retaliate against the Island. What else could you expect?

“But if we must fight, let it be for an end to fighting.” Historia finally gets some agency after her Farm Pregnancy Arc LMAO

“You know, it’s a real shame your life got longer, Reiner.” HAHAHA Jean. This is the kind of bullshit I missed

HAAHAHAHAHAH ARMIN, I see you and Annie haven’t gotten any better at communicating:

Armin: Don’t forget that we’re Scout Regiment. We’re a bunch of dreamers who don’t know when to quit.

Annie: But I was in the Military Police.

Armin, ignoring her: Anyway—

“After trying to kill each other again and again, we put down our weapons and began to call for peace.” I suppose this is the most tolerable possible resolution to an incredibly deranged show

I can’t believe this series has beaten me down so hard with its bare fists that I feel like 80% of the world dying is not the worst outcome. That is OBJECTIVELY AWFUL. I guess it helps that there’s no death/fighting scenes for last third of this episode. It’s just been so unbearable that if I’m not crying or actively nauseous, it’s some kind of victory. What a horrible show

Are we suggesting Eren has been reincarnated as a bird? Sure, fitting for a wings-of-freedom Scout metaphor moment, I suppose!

I’m not going to comment on the mid-credits scenes. This show has put me through enough. I have followed it through to its conclusion, and its conclusion was as brutal and absurd as the rest of it. Goodnight!

#do i recommend this? no #did i watch it? yes #and now i may put it to rest #to be clear: i have no intentions to post about this show ever again. bye #ayesha talks anime #ayesha liveblogs aot #long post #liveblogging #tw: literally everything #aot spoilers #every kind of violence u can imagine is in this show. EVERY kind #i drafted this such a long while ago that they changed the text editor #as u may be able to tell by the fact it still has indented bullets #aot series #funny enough two years ago i ALSO watched j.j.k and this show successively. probably says something psychologically #if u liked this show. i don't think you'll like my liveblog LOL #(it's more of a record of my viewing experience than anything else)#anyway. next liveblog will be smth lighthearted i promise

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I am a bit lost for words. I didn't know you'd be upset or that you've been asked the questions I asked countless times already. All the interviews I mentioned are interviews that have been known by most people in the aot fandom...

Kamiya san never said Levi and Erwin were not even friends...

Anyway, thanks for answering... I think because you've answered these questions before you kind of brushed of all my questions to tell me it wasn't canon. Please, I wasn't trying to push you to think they are canon. I simply wanted to be able to take off my own shipper goggles but your answers have still left me confuse because the wasn't any concrete answers that didn't seem like an annoyed rant.

There is so much hostility toward the Eruri fandom by Levi stans even tho there are people who literally ship Levi with Eren. It's baffling.

There's plenty there that's concrete. You brushing my answers off as "not concrete" pretty much proves my point. Nothing you noted to me or claimed has any, evidentiary backing. It's all pure speculation and assumption and applied meaning with nothing to actually back it up, which is what I told you, which is why I don't take any of it seriously. You read meaning into scenes which is colored by your bias of wanting to see it as romantic, and when I tell you so, you tell me I've offered you nothing concrete. I gave you explanations which make infinitely more sense, when taken in the context of the actual events unfolding in the story, than to simply say it's "meant to be seen as romantic". An example, you trying to imply that Levi holding the serum to his chest is somehow indicative of his feelings for Erwin, when all it is, as I explained, is Levi hesitating because he's just discovered Erwin is alive. You want it to mean that Levi's heart is hurting, or whatever, but it literally doesn't mean anything other than what I've laid out. How is that "not concrete"? I am annoyed, because I get asks like this constantly and I've repeatedly stated that I don't want to talk about this anymore, but no one ever listens. You must know my stated stance on Eruri, so you must know what my answers will be, and yet you continue to needle me about it, like you can't just simply accept my answers.

I didn't brush your questions off. I literally went through every one and gave you my legitimate thoughts on each. You presented nothing to me which proves, or even suggest that Levi is in love with Erwin, because there simply isn't anything to support the notion. What's so confusing about that? What's so hard to accept about that?

I'm not hostile toward Eruri shippers, I'm just sick of these inane, persistent and obsessive questions I get, over and over, most of which in fact are aimed at me with the intent to argue. I said I'm sorry for being harsh, but you have to understand this from my perspective.

It's beyond tiring at this point. I gave you thorough answers to your questions, you then accuse me of brushing you off and not giving you anything concrete, because they weren't the answers you wanted, and then you act confused as to why I'm being so blunt. This kind of act gets to me, this constant hiding behind a facade of innocent intent or ignorance, as if you don't know what my opinion already is. You do, I'm sure, but you keep pushing. I've talked about this particular topic more times than I can count. You provide no evidence for the things you claim Isayama has said, saying it's because you don't know how to link to the source. There's endless supplies of false rumors and mistranslations floating around out there, and none of it matters, as I've repeatedly stated, because, again, the only thing that matters is what's in the manga/anime. That' IT. Even if Isayama said whatever it is you claim he said, it doesn't matter, because those are just off-handed, spur of the moment, vague answers given without much thought in live settings, or they're interview answers given in the midst of his writing the story, which necessarily means he can't give complete, fleshed out answers to anything, either because he didn't have a fully formed picture in his head at the time of where things were going, or he couldn't reveal what he knew because it would spoil the story.

If you want to believe Levi was in love with Erwin, go right ahead. But don't pretend like there's actual, concrete evidence or proof of it in the story, because there isn't.

I've written three replies to you now, and you haven't shown an ability to accept my answers on either one. You want to believe Levi and Erwin are romantically involved, and nothing to the contrary is going to matter to you, including the lack of proof in canon. I think this conversation is done now.

#Levi Ackerman #Erwin Smith

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Endure XVI: Tullia

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: A look into Tullia Ral’s thoughts and feelings, as well as the mission to rescue Eren from Reiner and Bertholdt’s clutches.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.1k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

Tullia Ral had almost nobody left. Everyone she loved died; it was like she was a curse. Yet she was not brave enough to push anyone away, either.

She should let go of Jean, if she truly wanted what was best for him. She should tell him cruel things in an attempt to make him leave her, but she couldn’t. She wore his jacket wherever she went, pulling it close around her as if she would drown without it.

And maybe she would. Maybe Jean’s jacket, his stupid, too-big jacket that was really nothing special, was the only barrier between her and total ruination. If that was the case, then how could she rid herself of it? Of him?

Besides, Jean was stubborn. He probably wouldn’t leave even if she wanted him to.

Her father was a broken man, she soon realized. Some piece of him had died when his wife, her mother, had passed, succumbing to her illness. Then, so soon after, the news of Y/N’s death came. Though she had not been his biological daughter, he had still loved her like she was family, and her death had sent him spiralling further.

The world, as Tullia had come to find out, had a cruel sense of humor. As if it wasn’t enough that his wife and adopted daughter, her mother and best friend, were gone, it took Petra away. Sweet, kind, brave, strong, beautiful Petra. Her older sister Petra. Petra, who was supposed to be invincible. Petra, who was the best Scout in all of the walls, besides Captain Levi himself. Petra, who was killed by Annie Leonhardt, a girl Tullia had shared meals with.

When she had found out who the true culprit was, Tullia had ran to the nearest bathroom. She hadn’t even made it there before she began to violently retch. Annie had killed Petra. Annie had kicked Petra into a tree. Petra, Petra, her poor lovely big sister had been killed by Tullia’s friend. She hated Annie. She hated herself more.

“You’re making a mess,” a cool voice observed. Tullia gasped for air, her throat burning from the stomach acid that had just scalded it as she threw up.

“Sorry, Captain,” she said.

“Go clean yourself up and meet me in my office in twenty minutes,” Captain Levi said.

“But what about all of...this?” Tullia said.

“I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry, kid. Just take a shower. I will not have you in my office while you smell of vomit.”

Startled by the almost kindness the captain was showing, Tullia rushed to oblige. The shower felt nice, the hot water running down her skin, the steam soothing her raw throat and itchy eyes.

Pulling on a fresh pair of clothes and deciding she was finally properly clean, she made her way towards Captain Levi’s office, wondering what he wanted to speak with her about.

When she opened the door, he was not seated, as she had expected. Instead, he was pouring something into two mugs. By the smell of it, it was strawberry green tea, and this caused a lump to form in her throat.

“It was your sister’s favorite, for some reason. Figured you’d probably like it, too,” he said, not even looking up.

“I do,” she choked out, “She used to make it for me when I was sick.”

“I see,” he said, finally lifting his tired gaze to watch her sit in the chair across from his own. He sat as well, and for a moment, they sipped the tea in silence. It was good tea, perhaps the best Tullia had ever had, but it was missing the cheerful smile and kiss on the forehead that always accompanied whatever Petra made her.

“Your sister was in my squad,” Levi began carefully, “and your best friend was like a daughter to me.”

“I know,” Tullia said.

“What I’m saying is that you and I are not so different. We’ve both lost so many people we’ve loved. We’re both the only ones that survived. We both continue to fight,” he said.

“That’s true,” she said. He scowled at her.

“It damn well is. Listen, brat, I guess what I’m saying is that I understand what you’re going through, and if you ever need anyone to talk to...you can come to me. I made the same offer to Y/N, once, on the day I asked Petra to be a part of my squad. She took me up on it. I hope you do, too,” he snapped. Tullia was taken aback by this. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she would be sitting, drinking tea with the very same man that she had often teased her sister for liking.

“She had a crush on you. Petra, I mean, not Y/N,” Tullia said. Levi’s face grew unbearably sad, though he did not show any signs of crying.

“She did,” he agreed.

“Did you like her back?” she said, not knowing why she cared, why it was so vitally important that she knew whether or not he had loved her the way she had loved him.

“Your sister did not just have a crush on me. She admired me for my role in the military, as well. That admiration fused with attraction to cause the feelings she had for me. I possessed...still possess, the admiration. There was a lot to admire about her. She was a good Scout: unbelievably kind, loyal, skilled, and brave. Who wouldn’t want such a person in their squad, on their side? But I never felt any attraction towards her,” he said.

It was a complicated answer to a simple question, but this world was complicated, and Tullia found that she liked his brutal, clinical honesty. The captain told her how it was and how it was not; he did not hide the truth behind pretty lies. He sewed her eyelids open and shone a light at her face, but she was grateful for it.

“I wish they hadn’t had to die,” Tullia whispered.

“Death is a mercy in a place like this. You just wish you were able to go with them,” Captain Levi said.

“Is that really what you think?” Tullia said. He shrugged.

“It’s what I tell myself to feel better. Does it work? That’s up to you to decide,” he said. It was at this moment that Tullia realized the captain was a severely traumatized man. He had seen the deaths of hundreds of comrades and loved ones, killed so many titans, grown up in the Underground (if the rumors were to be believed).

“How do you go on when everything’s so terrible?” Tullia said, eyes prickling with tears. She did not need to elaborate; Captain Levi knew. More than anyone, he knew. A faraway look entered his eyes, the mercury hardening with resolve.

“I just endure it.”

The wind blew Tullia’s hair back as she stared at the disappearing Armored Titan in shock, drawing Jean’s jacket tighter around her shivering body. Jean himself wasn’t here yet, back in Ehrmich District with Commander Erwin and the others, so she was left alone, watching as Reiner and Bertholdt ran off with Eren and Ymir.

How was it fair? How come they got to get away with it? She didn’t understand. Good people like Y/N and Petra died. Rotten, shitty people like Reiner and Bertholdt and Annie got away with their crimes with no consequences.

No. She would not let it be true. She would deliver justice by herself if she had to, but she would pay back the two titan shifters for what they had done to Shiganshina, to humanity.

As the Scouts arrived on the scene, Tullia fairly threw herself into Jean’s arms. He held her tightly, understanding that she did not need anything at the moment but the assurance that he was there, that he was alive.

“We have to get him back,” Tullia said.

“We will,” Jean soothed her, stroking her hair, the two braids messier than normal from the exertion of fighting against the Colossal and Armored Titans.

“I’ve failed her. I couldn’t even protect the one person she loved,” Tullia said, hiding her face in the lanky boy’s chest.

“You haven’t failed anyone. You fought humanity’s biggest enemies! Tullia, that’s amazing. Even if you didn’t win, you should still be proud of yourself. I’m proud of you. And listen, Commander Erwin will come up with something. You know he will, and we’ll go save Eren’s sorry ass, and it’ll all be okay, you hear me?” he said.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, and you know I’m not a liar,” he promised, pushing her off of him and taking her hand, squeezing it gently, reassuringly.

“That’s right. You always tell the whole, mostly inconvenient truth,” she said. He gave her a charming half-grin.

“You bet. Come on, let’s go hear what the plan is,” he said, tugging her after him to where Commander Erwin was beginning to speak to the gathered members of the Survey Corps and the Garrison Regiment.

“According to Section Commander Hange, the Armored and Colossal Titans will have taken Eren Jaeger to the Forest of Giant Trees. They can wait there until nightfall, when they won’t have to worry about mindless titans attacking them as they take him back to wherever they come from. This means we have very limited time! We must catch up to them before sundown, or there is no hope for humanity. I understand this is a difficult proposition, but we have no choice. We must risk everything to save Eren,” he said.

“Sundown? It’s impossible,” Connie said.

“We’ll make it possible,” Mikasa said coldly. Connie gave her a wide-eyed look, and she held it levelly. Swallowing nervously, he nodded.

“Like the Commander said, we don’t have a choice. We have to save Eren,” Tullia said, heading over to the lifts, where Juan nickered delightedly upon noticing her. She spared the horse a smile and scratch on the neck before mounting him, noticing her comrades do the same with their own horses.

They galloped off at record speed, wasting no time with formalities or rousing speeches. They were operating on a fixed schedule. There was a slim window of opportunity, and they could not let it pass by.

Tullia and her comrades from the 104th, or at least whoever was left of them, ended up galloping together. Mikasa led the charge, Sasha faithfully at her side. Tullia, Connie, and Jean were not far behind, and Marco, Krista, and Armin took up the rear.

Somehow, it happened that they were some of the most experienced soldiers in the entire military at the present moment. Most of the veterans had died during the 57th Expedition or during the presumed breach of Wall Rose, and the members of the Garrison had most likely never even seen a titan before, let alone fought one.

Tullia found a sick humor in this development. The children were the veterans. The adults were like awkward baby deer, lost without direction or any clue as to what to do.

They made impressive time, avoiding most mindless titans with Erwin’s complicated smoke signal plan that had become second nature to Tullia at this point. Reaching the forest, the 104th was met with their fellow comrade, Ymir.

“Ymir!” Krista cried out joyfully, springing into the air to fly towards her friend’s titan form. Tullia felt a pit form in her stomach as she watched the small blonde girl, and she began to cry out a warning, though the words died on her lips as Ymir opened her mouth and ate Krista before swinging away through the trees.

“The hell was that? I thought Ymir was all in love with Krista!” Connie said as they took off in hot pursuit of the particularly ugly titan.

“I think she’s just transporting her somewhere or something. She must’ve joined Reiner and Bertholdt’s side,” Armin said.

“Great, another traitor. Just what we needed,” Mikasa said.

“This isn’t looking good, but we can get through it, guys, I know we can!” Marco encouraged.

“Marco’s right. There’s no sense in getting down!” Sasha said, though her optimism seemed more forced than normal as they reached the edge of the forest, forced to bear witness to Ymir hopping onto Reiner as he sprinted off into the sunset, Bertholdt standing and holding a restrained Eren on the titan’s shoulder, giving the rest of them an unreadable look as they receded into the distance.

“Can we get down now?” Jean groaned.

“I thought you might be needing these!” a familiar voice shouted. Looking down, Tullia saw her cousin Orion galloping through the forest. With him were everyone’s horses. Grinning, they all dropped into their saddles, and Tullia turned to the Garrison captain.

“Best cousin ever,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah. I do my best,” he said, waving her off sheepishly. There was no more time to converse as they refocused their attention to how they were rapidly gaining on Reiner’s hulking form. Orion hung back as the 104th surged forward, Mikasa latching onto the titan and glaring at him fiercely as she leapt into the air, though she was nearly knocked down by Ymir.

“So she really is a traitor,” Tullia remarked.

“Seems like it. Damn, I hate this. All of this,” Jean said.

“We don’t know anything,” Marco agreed, a worried frown on his kind face. Finally, they caught up to where Mikasa was glaring at Bertholdt through Reiner’s closed fist, touching down beside her with varying expressions on their faces.

“Quit struggling, idiot! It isn’t helping!” Bertholdt said, his voice muffled by Reiner’s fingers wrapped around the two boys. Jean scoffed.

“Good luck telling him to stop. Haven’t you met Eren? He’s the most damn stubborn and determined person in these walls. Yeah, it’s a lost cause. Trust me,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“He’s only gotten worse ever since Trost,” Tullia added, “Maybe we should give him a stern talking to? Put him in time out? Come on, Bertholdt, parenting hardly works when one person’s hogging the child.”

“Give him back, right now,” Mikasa snarled.

“This is a joke, right?” Connie said.

“A joke,” Bertholdt repeated bitterly, “It’s as she said it. A joke.”

“As who said it? You know, come to think of it, Annie said something along those lines when we cornered her, too. What are you talking about?” Armin said.

“She wasn’t supposed to hear us,” Bertholdt said.

“Who? Spit it out, Bertholdt,” Tullia said.

“She overheard us, back in Trost, talking about our titans. We had no choice, we didn’t want to, but we couldn’t risk her exposing our secret, so we...got rid of her. Please, you have to understand, we didn’t want to,” he said, despair entering his tone.

“Got rid of who?” Mikasa said, her aura menacing. Even though Tullia couldn’t see Bertholdt, she could feel the terror rolling off of him in waves as he spoke next, his voice small.

“Y/N.”

Mikasa screamed in rage, striking her blades against Reiner’s fists repeatedly, though it didn’t do much good. There was a thud, and Tullia knew Eren was fighting against Bertholdt, even if it was probably fruitless. Fury had taken over the duo’s minds, and she knew she was no different. Reiner and Bertholdt had killed Y/N. They had fed her to a titan and watched as she screamed for help, watched as she died.

“How could you? How could you?” Mikasa shrieked, her blades dulling as she continued to fight.

“We didn’t want to,” Bertholdt sobbed.

“You made a choice! You made a fucking choice to kill her, you monster!” Jean said, his voice icy. Jean and Y/N had hated each other, true, but they had loved each other in some strange way, too.

“You’re wrong! Why would we choose this? Do you think I wanted to be like this, that Reiner wanted to be like this? People loathe us, and why wouldn’t they? We’re murderers! I hate who I am! We would never, ever choose a life like this. We could live a thousand lifetimes and never make up for the things we’ve done. Imagine that darkness, and know that our only light came when we were soldiers! You guys were our friends! Please, I’m begging you all, save us!” Bertholdt shouted.

“I wonder if that’s the last thing Y/N said, right before you let her die,” Tullia said.

“Bertholdt,” Armin said, and Tullia was frightened by the expression on his face.

“What?” Bertholdt choked out.

“You’re going to run away with Eren? Is that what’s happening here?” he said.

“You know the answer to that,” Bertholdt said. Armin laughed quietly.

“Yes, that’s right. I just...well, I couldn’t quite believe it. I always thought you were fond of Annie, you know, but I guess I was wrong. You’re leaving her behind, after all. Didn’t you wonder where Captain Levi is?” he said. Bertholdt was silent. Armin smirked.

“I’m feeling generous, so I’ll tell you. He’s torturing her. Her screams are so loud, I’m surprised you haven’t heard them yet. The captain’s quite innovative with his methods, you know, and the fact that she can regenerate only enables him to be more creative,” he said.

“No,” Bertholdt breathed.

“How does it feel, Bertholdt? To know that the girl you love is in pain, and you didn’t do a thing to try and stop it? She calls your name, you know. Over and over, she calls for you to save her. But you never come. Oh, well. Captain Levi will take good care of her for you, don’t you worry,” Armin said.

“No! Leave her alone, you devil!” Bertholdt burst out. Armin’s eyes were dead when he spoke next.

“We’ll leave her alone, exactly like you left Y/N alone. Except, you didn’t. So I guess we won’t, either. It’s the law of equivalent exchange, you know. Nothing personal, just basic science,” he said. Bertholdt was unable to respond as the rest of the soldiers caught up to them, led by Commander Erwin.

“ADVANCE!” the blond man shouted, pointing his sword at Reiner. The soldiers were using themselves as bait, luring the mindless titans to the Armored Titan as he desperately scrambled to escape.

Reiner was forced to open his fists, revealing Eren and Bertholdt. Mikasa lunged towards them, but with a swipe of his hand, Reiner knocked her back into the waiting clutches of a mindless titan.

“Mikasa!” Sasha shouted, diving off of Reiner’s arm to save the girl.

“Jean, Connie, Marco, you guys have to keep these titans off of us! Armin, help me get Eren from Bertholdt,” Tullia said, knowing that with Mikasa out of commission, she was the top-ranked cadet there. The boys did not question her orders, engaging their ODM gear and beginning to slice at the titans trying to climb Reiner.

“Be a big boy and face us, Bertholdt!” Tullia goaded him, drawing her blades. Eren continued to struggle, fire burning in his jade eyes as he kicked at Bertholdt.

“Do it for Annie,” Armin cooed. Bertholdt paused, eyes widening. The split second of hesitation was enough for Tullia to cut Eren free, though Bertholdt immediately regained his bearings and reached for her neck, wrapping his large hands around the delicate column and squeezing. She gasped and clawed weakly at him, but her head was beginning to spin and her vision was blackening.

“Sorry, Tullia. I always thought you were really pretty, you know. I wanted to ask you out at one point but…I’m sorry,” Bertholdt said mournfully, hands trembling as he choked the life out of her.

“Get the hell away from her, bastard!” Eren shouted, punching the tall boy in the face. He let go of Tullia, who coughed and grabbed Eren.

“Let’s go before he recovers,” she said, jumping off and whistling for Juan, who galloped up to her faithfully. Landing on his back, she steered him away from the throng of titans swarming Reiner, guiding him towards where the rest of her comrades were. Eren gripped her waist tightly, trying his best not to hinder her but not wanting to fall off either.

“Tullia! Are you guys okay?” Jean shouted.

“We’re fine. Let’s just get out of here!” she called back, wanting nothing more than to be back at home, drinking strawberry green tea with Levi or having dinner with her father and Orion, the only family she had left now.

She should’ve known better than to think that a few titans would be enough to stop Reiner and Bertholdt, they who were so determined that humanity in the walls become extinct. There was no way they would give up so easily, as evidenced by the way Reiner began throwing titans at the escaping Scouts.

“Has he gone insane?” Connie cried out.

“He’s got nothing to lose!” Marco said.

“Unfortunately, it looks like their gamble’s paying off!” Sasha said from where she held Mikasa in her arms. It was true. As soon as they crashed to the ground, the thrown titans lurched to their feet and set their sights on new prey: the humans trying to get home.

To Tullia’s horror, one of the titans knocked Jean off of his horse. There was a loud crack as he fell to the ground, body limp, his horse barely managing to avoid stepping on him.

“JEAN!” Tullia screamed.

“I’ll take care of him! Tullia, you have Eren, you need to get out of here!” Armin said, halting his horse next to the boy’s body and reaching down for him. Tullia craned her neck, but she was unable to see any more as her horse made a sharp turn to avoid getting crushed by a wayward titan. The turn caused her to lose her balance, and she and Eren hit the ground, hard. Juan galloped off, too spooked to care about his missing riders, and Tullia winced as she realized her ribs were broken.

Attempting to stand and use her ODM gear, she found herself unable to move or even breathe, crumpling beside Eren, whose face was dark with something beyond rage or fury. It was pure, primal anger.

“I can’t use my ODM gear, I think my ribs broke,” Tullia said, but Eren ignored her.

“Long time no see,” he spat, glaring at a strange smiling titan, which was ambling towards where they sat.

“Since when are you personally acquainted with titans?” she said in confusion. He scoffed.

“This one’s special. It killed my mother; ate her right in front of me as Mr. Hannes carried Mikasa and I away,” he said. Tullia’s lips parted in shock as she stared at the garish looking being.

“What are we going to do?” she said. He looked down at his hands in despair. They were still regenerating, steam curling around the nubs.

“I need to shift, but I don’t know if I can. Not like this,” he said, a fierce scowl on his face. She could tell he was unimpressed with his own inadequacy.

“Eren! Tullia!” Orion shouted, running over the crest of the hill they were sitting on, his face clearing when he noticed them.

“Orion!” Tullia shouted in relief. Her cousin was here, everything would be okay now, he’d take care of the titan and save them.

“Let me get rid of this titan, and then we can rejoin the rest of the soldiers!” he said.

“No!” Eren said in terror, though Orion did not hear him as he jetted towards the smiling titan.

“What do you mean, no? The titan needs to die. Orion’s a highly trained Garrison captain and one of the elites, ever since the fall of Shiganshina. It’ll be fine,” Tullia said.

It was not fine.

At first, Orion had the clear upper hand, slashing at the titan’s tendons and even going so far as to jeer at it cockily, smirking as he insulted it. And then he made the mistake of passing near its face. In one swift movement, it grabbed him by the wire and then clenched his body in its fist.

“Fuck you, fuck you, no!” Eren yelled, raising his hand to his mouth and biting it, “I won’t let you kill him!”

He bit down, over and over, until his arms were stained sanguine, but he didn’t transform into a titan. He stayed a human, and Tullia watched as Orion grew closer and closer to the titan’s mouth.

Eren fell to his hands and knees and began to laugh. Tullia could only stare at him in worry as he laughed and laughed and laughed, tears sparkling as they fell down his face. He was insane, she decided. Eren Jaeger was completely and utterly insane.

Great, I’m stuck with a crazy person, a titan, and I can’t even use my ODM gear. Could this get any worse?

“Nothing’s changed!” Eren sobbed, “I’m still so fucking weak! Nothing’s changed! I can’t do anything! I can’t save anyone!”

Tullia was honestly quite uncomfortable. How did she go about consoling the boy in their final moments alive?

“Mother, Y/N...I’m sorry. I failed both of you. I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

She could not console him. She was not his mother. She was not Y/N. She was Tullia Ral, and just like Eren, she had almost nobody left.

“Eren, it’s fine. I’m fine with dying,” she said. She wasn’t, but did it matter what she wanted? The universe had never cared before, and it certainly didn’t care now.

“Why the hell would you say that?” he sniffed.

“My sister is dead. My best friend is dead. My mother is dead. My cousin is dead. The man I love is all but dead. Hell, the entire Survey Corps is about to die. Those damn titans won, okay? Accept it, we lost. At least we’ll finally get to see them again,” she said, beginning to cry.

“It’s not fair,” Eren said.

“It’s fucking not,” she agreed, “I don’t understand it. Why do we get to live? What makes us different? Petra was better than me! Y/N was better than you! So why are we the ones that got to survive for so much longer?”

“Because good things never last when greedy people get their hands on them,” Eren said. Tullia laughed bitterly as she cried.

“Fucking depressing. You’re so depressing. Sina, this whole world is depressing, isn’t it? I wish I had never been born,” she said.

A sort of rage, a fire, almost, was reignited in Eren’s dull eyes at this.

“Bullshit. Bullshit, Tullia! That’s fucking bullshit! You wish you had never been born? That’s depressing! Guess what? We were born into this world, and it owes us an apology! This world, these titans...they’ve taken everything from me! I WANT IT BACK!” he declared, standing and clenching his fists, his hands finally done regenerating.

“Do you hear me? I WANT THEM BACK! I won’t let you hurt anyone ever again! Not Tullia, not Armin, not Mikasa or Jean or any of them!” Eren said.

“The hell are you going to do, punch the titan?” Tullia said, rolling her eyes. He looked back at her over his shoulder, and her jaw dropped. “What is wrong with you? You can’t do that! You’ll be killed!”

“No, I won’t. True, I’m not strong, or smart, or special. But neither are you. You and I, we’re nothing more than survivors, and we’re going to keep surviving, because if we don’t, who’s going to keep their memory alive?” he said before closing his eyes. A small smile crossed his face, and Tullia wondered what he was imagining.

“She always had a pretty smile,” he said to nobody in particular before facing the rapidly advancing titan, “Much nicer than yours, at any rate.”

“Eren, you should really think this through,” Tullia said.

“Tullia,” he said seriously, “It’s alright. I promise you, no matter what we face, no matter what we go through, I will endure it.”

The titan reached its hand out for them, and Tullia inhaled sharply. This was it. This was the end. Eren screamed and punched its outstretched palm.

For a moment, the world was utterly still and silent as sparks of hair-raising electricity danced between the two at the site where they touched. The titan was still, unmoving as it stared at Eren in near wonder as he gasped for breath, chest heaving and adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Some things go beyond science, into the realm of fancy and storytelling. This moment was one such thing. Indeed, Tullia would not have believed it if she had not lived it. Who had ever heard of titans attacking other titans? Yet this was exactly what happened as a titan leapt over the crest of the hill, tackling the smiling titan and ignoring the two humans completely.

Eren was shocked for only a moment before he screamed again.

“Damn you, damn you, damn you!” he shouted, each utterance punctuated by a swing of his fists. All of the titans attacking the Scouts abandoned them, lunging towards the smiling titan and beginning to devour it. The smiling titan lay still, not even trying to push them off or fight back, its creepy facial expression not dropping for even a moment as it was killed by its own kind.

“What’s going on?” Tullia said as Eren scooped her up and began to run towards where Juan had sheepishly returned for them. Mounting the horse, he kicked it onwards as she clung to his back.

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. We need to get back; we can worry about this whole fiasco once everyone’s safe,” he said as Juan took off in a ground-covering gallop.

“Are you alright?” Armin shouted at the two of them as they rode up alongside where he and an unconscious Jean were.

“Orion is dead,” Tullia whispered. Armin’s face fell.

“So is Mr. Hannes. He sacrificed himself for Jean and I,” he said. Tullia didn’t know who Mr. Hannes was, but it was obvious Eren did, judging by the way he stiffened against her.

“Reiner, Bertholdt,” he hissed, “This is all your fault. I’ll kill you! Mark my words, I’ll kill you!”

Almost as if it was a compulsion, Tullia turned her head back to see what the titan shifters were doing. To her surprise, they were being attacked by dozens; no, hundreds of titans, almost as if the mindless monsters were carrying out Eren’s will in his stead.

She did not understand this world. She did not understand anything, and she had lost almost everybody. But as they rode home, she allowed her losses to fall behind her, leaving them with the titans of Wall Maria. It was time for her to stop mourning. She would always hold her family dear to her heart, but she had more important things to do now.

From this moment forth, she only had one objective: survive.

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