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Pinehurst - Chapter 8

eren jaeger x reader

╰ summer camp au

words: 2.8k

warnings: swearing, partial nudity, inappropriate and suggestive topics, angst, injury, blood, religion? (mentions of the afterlife).

↣ BEFORE YOU READ! ↢

this chapter deals with serious injury! if you feel uncomfortable reading about such topics, you’ve been advised.

The moon had barely peaked its face through the clouds, grasping for clear air through the sky above acres of Pine trees. It's become quite dark, and frankly too foggy due to the summer's humidity for someone to be roaming the woods alone. The ignorant choices you'd made of storming off and finding your kids were past childish but underratedly foolish. You managed to navigate yourself to the ends of Pinehurst's territory, with no evident signs of light-toned voices, or youthful shrieks you most certainly could associate with a timid, young blonde camper. Now as you approach an aged, broken bridge, separating the gap between two, once amiable campsites, it's safe to admit your sense of direction only leads you this far. Digging your heels into fallen wood, you climb over the broken, tortured logs blocking off the walkway, scraping the soles of your cheap sandals as the bridges’ loose floorboards unhinge. It bewilders you to believe such a tattered crossover once stood as a monument in your childish eyes long ago, a symbol of peace and prosperity for all the coming years.

How coincidental it was to see the bridge in such a poor, similar shape as the two camps' relationship was now.

"They wouldn't have wandered this far." you mutter internally, "...Surely Falco wouldn't have dared to follow Gabi if she told him they were going to climb through high grass and damp logs. He would've been more frightened over getting wet than injuring himself." The thought of what expression the young child could make over such little conditions brings a chuckle through your achy throat, distressed from the continuous yells of curiosity and uncertainty into the empty air. However the ambiance is still dangerously hollow, and the thought of it staying such a way without the playful shouts and banter of your kids irks you to your core. Your hand barely grips the rail of the bridge, inching your fingers over the splintering wood, but as you place your trust into the creaking fixture, it snaps at the base, pulling you off your balance. You attempt to find your stance, managing to carry your body back to a neutral position after letting it scrape alongside a rusty segment of scrap metal, most likely left behind by abandonment years back.

It burns terribly, and you can almost feel the corroding steel mixing with the fresh scar, beginning to moisten with blood. You curse under your breath, studying a hand over what mobile leg you have left. The night proceeds to freeze over, despite the season’s weather supposedly tricking you into thinking otherwise. It leaves you no choice but to tend to your wound over the current temperature of your body. Sorely but swiftly, you undress your top off of yourself, disturbing images of familiar actions flashing behind your eyes like they had been, experiencing the nightmare of this morning all over again. Reaching down to your leg, you avoid shutting your eyes again in sympathy for the reminiscent pain, wrapping the fabric around your leg and securing it tightly in a knot over the fresh gash. It stings dreadfully, disabling up past your kneecap, and you begin to wonder if you're being tormented by these fields all over again. Maybe if you squinted well enough, you'd barely be able to make out what bright, heavy fluid soak into your employee shirt. This could very well be manageable, no. this would be manageable if it meant you could find Falco and Gabi in any better state than you were currently in. You just needed to find them in one piece.

"What's your favorite shade of green again?"

Gabi perches herself a few feet off the ground, spine against an aging Pine trunk while she hovers over her male counterpart. He sits crisscrossed underneath the thick branches, back hunched from exhaustion over how far they'd run off, fully committed to whatever his friend's plan had been. It's beyond cold, and all Falco wants to do is find warmth, whether that be from the campfire or in his favorite counselor’s arms. There was no comforting feeling this far out from the camp grounds when the closest sounds of life happen to be the howls of wolves tens of miles away. He answers in a huff, cranking his neck upside down to find her wide eyes above him.

"Chartreuse Gab, I thought we went over this like a week ago."

"We did, I just like to hear you say it. ChartRUEse!" she articulates with a laugh, and it takes a bit of restraint for the young boy not to crack a smile upon his face, attentive to her lisp that pokes out every few sentences. He manages to pull himself back together, exuberating a more parental role as he moves his knees beneath him to stand. They’re wobbly and partially asleep, but he fights through the pin and needle sensation growing up his right leg, and he wonders, almost telepathically, if this is a sign. A random premonition that's trying to get his attention. But the feeling is soon disregarded as he eyes Gabi struggling to descend from the branch. He offers her his palm, and she slaps it out of the way, keen on saving herself from the minor situation.

"Don't tire yourself out, bud, what if you aren't here one day? Gotta prepare to save myself in these situations." She smiles squarely, tilting her head to one side as Falco backs off, stepping over to the dirty, half-deflated ball they'd come across more than long ago. He squishes some of the excess air between his fingers, concentrating on what to say. "I think it's time we head back, I'm sure they've gotten a bit worried over us being out here for so long."

"Yeah I agree." the girl extends, "Eren's too big of a wimp to kiss you know who for this long."

The kids chuckle to each other, beginning to turn back down the path they had intentionally followed. Peacefully they find themselves following the clues of leaves or small colored rocks they had left for themselves just an hour ago, certain they'd need to rely on some direction to find themselves back at camp. The only minor difference in their journey back resulted in Falco practically walking along the back of Gabi's heels, startled by the mysterious fog and sounds of the summer night.

Is your vision becoming blurry? Or have your eyes been tainted by the night's fog so roughly that you're losing your sight? Whatever the case, it's gradually becoming worse, so much so that you can barely see the color of your blood-soaked shirt beneath your knee. Fuck, you didn't tighten it enough where the pressure could keep it from continuing to spill, leaving it to scent a dripping path along the progress you've made so far. You ponder how you fell into this state again, replaying what little memory you have from today in your head. How was it that your shorts kept your body temperature unregulated from being soaking wet, yet the makeshift bandage you created was still dry of any water? The strap on your shoes had loosened a while back, and you full-heartedly believe you've managed to walk across an entirely different state, traveling in and out of consciousness as the woods further deceive you.

How far out you've traveled is a mystery, you're beginning to wander in search of another life form to aid you. The clear sky, complemented by a few clouds casts a black shadow across every figure below, you can't see your own hands in front of you, however, that may be from the cataract-like blurriness taking over your system. Now, you can't even see at all, walking blindly in patience, trudging footsteps that fail you when a stray dip in the road takes you off your balance, tumbling into the mixture of soil and grass. Your limbs fight in straining, constricting movements to stand back up, but the ground feels warmer than the wind that blows above, and your leg has become immobile from the pain if you even believe it’s attached to your body anymore.

A thought flashes across your mind, a stupid, yet more reasonable thought you wish you considered hours before, that you're positive a special someone would've agreed upon no matter what. and you begin to wish you had told him to follow you, asked him to be by your side. You hadn't imagined this scenario occurring, but in its worst case, you're stranded, alone, and exhausted without his words to lift you back up. you want to hear his voice ponder your thoughts, coo you into believing that you'd be alright, that he'd take care of you like the love you wanted to reciprocate to him, but this was all for his sake wasn’t it? Switching your motives, you peer above your arms, slowly looking around at what familiarity this neck of the woods would bring to you in memories, before pushing yourself over onto all fours. Three limbs if you were being completely honest with yourself, for one was too weak to ask for service. Camp Marceign couldn't be too far, and this area seemed just as much familiar as it didn't. You were too tired to fully know. Frankly, you wished anyone could find you at this moment, lifting your limbs from the hard, flesh of soil, and into some form of comfort. Your body had different plans than your mind, for as you begged for help, it shut down until your eyes gently let unconsciousness take them over.

Eren's never missed you more than he did right now.

It isn’t as though he hasn't felt such a way about you, believe him when he says he has. In the past, he had always lingered upon the thought of if you had been doing well, when you spent almost every hour of the day together, or when he had played with your silhouetted presence evident through his dreams in the years that followed. He's always craved your companionship, never felt like he could get enough of you. But now, since you've visibly been in his life the last month, and he's been able to watch you, take care of you from afar even as he let his immature, selfish thoughts keep the two of you away, does he regret not taking the time to talk to you more, run his fingers behind your ear again so he could engrave the feeling on his fingertips. It was dissipating in so much as an hour, meaning he felt more pathetic for wanting your presence so badly. He misses you so much and every time you leave his sight, he's worried you won't come back. He doesn't want to relive those experiences without you again.

He finds himself seated on a plastic, beach chair, one Levi must've bought and forgotten about for its creaky condition, barely holding the boys' weight. He rests his head against the headrest, gazing up into the clouds, mindless of the glares Jean gives him as he strolls back into his cabin, and oblivious to the way both Armin and Mikasa comfort him for a mere few minutes in silence before calling it a night themselves. All that's left is him, accompanied by his general counselor who measly sat on the decorative log beside him. The shorter man clears his throat, gaining the teens' attention despite his ease of movement.

"I can stay up for you, keep looking out for them. If they don't show up by morning I'll make a call to the police station, maybe even Mareign, if those bastards even care to answer."

But Eren only looks into the distance, further than the acres of trees to the mere glimpse of the darkened, practically invisible horizon His face sits stone cold, evident to how insufferable his heart beats at the thought of his closest reliability going missing all at one time, and being away from him when he had every chance to protect you all, his family. What would officials do, they'd search for mere hours, giving up with the belief that they had done what no other had to solve this problem, ultimately leaving the greater problem unsolved. Who cares enough to go after you, to fight with every fiber of their being to instill your safety? No one, except for the poor boy that slumps against the worn backrest of his chair. The crackles of the fireplace, accompanied by the rustling of stray leaves comfort his thoughts. Soft gusts of midnight's wind dry his watering eyes, defeating his ability to notice faint cracks of twigs in the distance. They grow louder, and it isn't until he finds the silhouette of two small figures cast upon the ground that he looks up, eyes widened in disbelief, but more so solace.

The young shadows approach the camp's main field, chuckling at some corny joke made by the other, ball flattened in the familiar boys' palms. Directly, they lock eyes with their counselor, proceeding to erupt into a burst of giggles.

"Hope we gave you two enough time to... well, you know" Gabi smirks, reacting to Falco slapping her arm playfully, continuing to chortle with a loud "pfft."

He pays no mind to the irresponsible children, ignoring the way their "plan" had made his stomach churn at the thought of what could have been his first romantic encounter in ages, if only you had thought selfishly for once in your life. He searches above and behind their heads with a lighthearted sigh, awaiting your return just a few steps behind them. And when your steps never appear, Erens smile drops immediately, transitioning to the children whose smiles had just recently faded into ones of pure ignorance. He grits his teeth, not in anger, but pure, underlying fear as to what the answer to his next words may be.

"Where is she..?"

Gabi glances at Falco, unable to let go of his counselor's disgraceful look back at him. Only does Gabi fully understand the panic of the situation as the unexpected words flow past her lips.

"We thought she was with you."

It's too bright.

You can't comprehend any specific thoughts, just the ponder of whether you had made it into the afterlife, a mythical, foreign land for all who've lost their own fights in their lives. Your eyes adjust in squints, facing below a bright, medical light that shines from above. Its glow blinds you, supporting the headache which still pounds through your mind. The pain you recently experienced in your leg had improved in tolerability as opposed to just moments ago, making you question how it had already healed within minutes. Or, were you only unconscious for more time than you thought?

Without taking in your surroundings, you tug the white, linen bed sheets from on top of you, scented of gentle lavender, now revealing your bandaged leg to the crisp air. A few heavy-chested retorts of disapproval echo throughout the room, leading your head to finally adapt into your current surroundings. Two men, one blond and the other brunette angle their heads away from you with covered eyes of embarrassment hidden beneath their palms, accompanied by a smaller girl who practically stares into your soul with the only eye visible, the other covered by her outgrown side bangs that shine blondly under the bright light.

You understand their eyes had been on you, and peek down to judge yourself on what possibly could have been so avoidable and uncomfortable to their view. It doesn't process right away, not at least until you find your two breasts staring back at you. You tug the sheet rapidly over your upper half, swearing to yourself that you had worn undergarments before leaving camp. Your current situation all falls into place only after you process the woman, who you've reconfirmed as your old friend, staring right at them with a displeased look on her face. “We had to confirm you weren’t injured elsewhere”.

"Annie! I uh- long time no see." you laugh uncomfortably, consenting to the boys that you've managed to cover yourself again. Only then do they reopen their fatigued eyes. The shorter, yet more defined man raises his eyebrows in pleasure, a gentle smile gracing his otherwise defined jaw. He combs his fingers through his hair as if the blond, nubbed strands would hold shape when he attempted to fix it. You crinkle the thin sheet against your chest, presenting an awkward smile as another form of apology. "I really don't know how I ended up here.”

"That's alright, take as much time as you need to settle your thoughts, and we'll tell you our side of the story in the morning." Reiner places a hand on your shoulder, glistening at the sight of you in chuckles, which seems to be the only form of communication he can exhibit at times of bashfulness. "...But while you're here, better to start early than never, right?"

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