...Burning...
"Reload!"
You fixed up the firearm attached to the airship as Colt shot the last cartridges at a tower belonging to the Mid-East's side. The impact hit a tree beside it while the tower still stood tall. "How did I manage to miss it?!"
"No offense, Colt, but your aim is kind of shit."
"Please don't tell Zeke about this."
"Don't worry about it. He's not going to think less of you just 'cause you missed a shot."
"I didn't just miss oneâI missed, like, the last five!"
"You're lucky he's down there then." Both of you glanced at the Beast Titan down on the battlefield, roaring as his army of pure titans charged at the enemies. Their enemies. Not yours.
"Shit, how is Magath going to trust me to inherit the Beast if he sees I can't even shoot properly? What is my mom going to say? Fuck, how's Falco going to react if I don't live up to being his role model?"
"Overthinking really runs in the family," you mumbled, recalling when Falco got discouraged because he was the slowest of the bunch. "Let's switch. I'll do the aiming, and you'll prepare the ammo and reload."
"You sure? They said they don't want you overworking yourself too much."
"Then they shouldn't have invited me to their war." You got up and headed to the other side of the machine fire-arm. "Pulling the lever every time was making my arms sore anyway. You've got more muscles than me. You can do it better."
"I guess..." He got up, too, and headed to the other side. "Careful with where you stand. We're really high up."
"Got it." You took half a step forward to the edge of the airship. "If I make the next few shots, we'll tell them you did it. Deal?"
He turns to you, puzzled. "How is that a fair deal? You'd be boosting me up with your hard work."
You shrugged. "You let me have fun, I let you take the credit. Sounds pretty fair to me."
Before he could object any further, you pulled back the trigger and aimed the next few shots at the tower he missed. When it crumbled into mere stone, you shifted the gun to the next tower and shot that one down, too. And with the last of the ammo, you shot down the third.
You whistled. "Colt Grice just obliterated three enemies' towers. How do you feel?"
He looked to be in complete shock at what you just did. Then he sighed, relieved. "That the candidates are lucky to have you as their role model. More than me."
You turned away with a smile. "Reload."
Colt switched out the old ammo for the new one with the label engraved on the side: Devil's Bullets. You fired again, and bursts of blue flames blazed the battlefield.
Before they packaged the ammunition for official use, you were given the honor to give them a name. Fritz-Ackerman's Bullets, Zeke's idea, sounded too literal, and Special Bullets, the developer's idea, sounded too unspecial, so you opted for something interesting enough to be remembered. You'd remember to thank Gabi for it.
Next came the cannons. Though not humongous in size, their impact rippled across the land, the wind nearly blowing back all aircraft. In your short break, you got a better look at the entire base of enemy soldiers almost wiped out. Mangled, burning, half-eaten bodies littered on top of blue-burnt tents.
They were just collateral damage. That was what you were telling yourself to feel less guilty about taking some out. They never did anything to you, and you didn't know who they were. Real war's pretty ugly, you were realizing.
The Beast Titan leaped up from a tower, and Zeke jumped out of its nape and grabbed onto the nets of the aircraft. Colt helped him back onboard. "Magath says we're about done here."
"Looks like it," you agreed. The Jaw Titan and the Cart Titan both returned to the other airships.
"Just one last thing." Zeke inhaled a deep breath. And then he let out a roar.
You jumped away, covering your ears. "What the fuck! Give a warning next time!"
The last of the Eldian prisoners were loaded off of the aircraft, turning into red-eyed pure titans, ordered to scrounge and chew on the surviving enemy soldiers.
Colt got called to help the other soldiers organize the weapons back into their racks. That just left you and Zeke. "It's been a while since I've seen those things," you told him.
You once thought they were the ultimate enemies. That seemed like ages ago, even though it'd been nearly a year since everything started unraveling.
"So how does the titan-controlling work?" you asked him.
"I just tell them what to do. Then they do it."
"And I can't do it?" You frown, a little annoyed. "But it's kind of cool. Your blood's way more useful. Why don't they ever take yours?"
"They take my spinal fluid. Not my blood."
You grimaced. "How does that work?" It sounds disgusting.
"You don't want to know." After a moment, he added, "But blue fire from your blood is cool, too. And useful."
You turned to him, genuinely surprised. "You think so?"
"Why not? It would seem even more unbelievable in future history books than the titans themselves. That's something to be proud of."
"Huh. That was kind of nice of you."
"I was just trying to get you to stop complaining."
You scoffed. Did you still hate him? Probably. Did you like him? Hell no. But you've grown to slightly respect him. Understand him. Rely on his skills. And maybe even trust him. Just a little.
The next bomb's impact that hit the tower rippled in the air, creating sudden turbulence in the aircraft. You held on tight to the machine, stabilizing yourself. Zeke grappled at the door frame, but it slipped and he tipped off the edge.
Before you knew it, your hand had reached out and snatched his. You pulled him back onboard as he thanked you. "Watch yourself, man. You're too big of a guy to be this clumsyâ"
"What have you done?"
You blinked. "What?" You followed his struck gaze over your shoulder, seeing that the pure titans were no longer red-eyed, and they were starting to snatch at Marleyan and Eldian soldiers. "Oh shit, what's happening? Why're they eating their own side?"
"You did this."
You snapped your head to him. "Me? Controlling titans is your power! I didn't doâ" Then it hit you. Controlling titan was his power. Up until you made physical contact with him by helping him back onboard. That's right. The Fritz-Ackerman powers can cancel out the Founder's. Does that include anybody with royal blood? You peered over the edge to get a better look. "Then we'll just kill the titans! It'll save you both the manpower and it'llâ"
You felt a palm against your back. Then there was a push.
What? One moment ago, your feet were on the airship, but in the next, the aircraft was right above you, becoming farther and farther away. The edges of your vision clouded with blue and heat encased your body. Followed by a deafening explosion.
Zeke retracted his outstretched hand and looked at it in horror. What have I just...
Colt rushed back, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Finally done with the ones over there. Just a couple more. Where'd Y/n go?" He glanced around but there was no one else. "Zeke? Hello?"
Zeke closed the door and cleared his throat. "She went to help out with the barrels."
"Oh, okay. I'll go help her out, too."
"No, Colt, she'll be fine," said Zeke, stopping Colt in his tracks. "Let's take this heavy thing back to the storage." When he saw Colt's hesitance, he continued, "It's tiring being in the Beast Titan for so long. I'll need some help before my strength fully returns."
"...Of course." Colt hurried over to help lift the heavy fire-arm.
You pushed the rubble off of you and coughed out a puff of smoke.
"Zeke, you...son of a bitch..."
Your body ached in all sorts of places, but having fallen through the torn fabric of the burning tent at least minimalized the impact. You knew that once you got back, Dr. Galliard would have to put in some serious work.
When you decided you'd stayed enough on the ground, you tried to get up. Except, you couldn't. A hot stabbing pain shot through your legs and wouldn't move. Of course they both broke, you tried to reassure yourself. You'd have to be god themself if you'd fallen from the sky and landed without scratches.
You attempted to sit up but you felt your ribs stab into your organs, making you grunt and lie back down. A metallic taste filled your mouth and blood streaked down the corner of your lips and the burning cuts on your skin were becoming more prominent, No, no, no. Panic was slowly building up in your chest. You could not stay here for any longer.
You flipped yourself on your side and immediately regretted it, as the pain in your core got even worse. Your nails dug into the dirt, trying to claw your way forward but with every little movement, more blood spilled out of your wounds. You moved one hand to your stomach to stop it and kept incessantly trying to crawl.
Of course that bastard Zeke would try to kill you at a given chance. Why wouldn't he? He was exactly like the Wallists, Rod Reiss, and everybody else with the same ideology. You'd let yourself forget that no matter what that man claimed to be, an Eldian patriot, your blood relative, Eren's brother, he was still the enemy.
The same damn beast who murdered almost two hundred Scouts in Shiganshina. The same monster who threatened the lives of your friends. You'd never felt more stupid for giving him a second chance.
A wooden beam toppled over onto the ground and though it didn't land on you, the wind of the impact knocked you onto your back, making you wince. You don't think you'd ever felt so much physical pain in your life.
When you cracked open your eyes and wiped the blood off your face, you saw the Marleyan airships. Leaving. One by one.
Did they not know? Did they not realize what had happened? Maybe Zeke once again lied straight through his teeth. Or maybe you weren't as important as you thought to them, and they already had gotten everything they wanted out of you. But still, I thought I meant something to them all at least.
You stuck your middle finger up at the sky. "Fuck you all. Fuck this world that can't fix itself and needs somebody else to do it. You wanted it to be me so bad? Well, no chance in that anymore!" You fell into fits of cough, more liquid streaking out of your mouth, but you were far too infuriated to care. "Go save yourselves, assholes!"
You only stopped hollering when it finally hit you. The ships were leaving. You were being abandoned, meaning you would be all alone. No one would come for youâno one would know where you were. You'd never fully considered the possibility before, but you could actually die. And that truth made you, for the first time in your life, terrified.
"Wait, wait, come back," you mumbled as you watched the airships go out of sight. "No, no, no, I'm still here. I'm still here," you tried to yell out, but it was like the day you got stabbed. The louder you wanted to speak, the quieter you became.
As if the physical agony across your body isn't enough, your heart clamoring furiously against your rib cage made you want to personally claw it out of your own skin. I need to get out of here, your mind screamed at you.
"Hello?" you spoke weakly. "Is anyone there?" But it was utter silence. Your hands grasped at the ground, but there was only debris, burned fabric, and dirty sand. "I need help. Please, somebody help." Not a voice nor footstep were heard.
Your vision started to unfocus, and your hearing was beginning to muffle. You'd never felt so helpless in your life, stuck on the ground as if pinned by needles. Is this it for me? You didn't want to think about that, but you had to. Taking lives was so easy that you never thought about your life being taken. Now, you were forced to. That was all you could think about. Death.
Your eyes began to sting.
"Shit, I don't want to go like this," you started to plead, voice breaking. "I don't want to die." You bit your lip, suppressing a cry that threatened to slip out of your lumped throat. You squeezed your eyes shut. "Goddamn itâI want to go home. Please, I just want to go home. Take me home."
In a matter of a second, memories buried deep were resurfacingâjoyful memories, ones that you never got a chance to think about anymore. It just made you want to go home even more. Faces flashed before your mind's eye. Your friendsâno, your family. People you so desperately wanted to see again. But certain faces lingered longer than the others. Mikasa. Armin. Eren.
Just as a tear streaked down the outer corner of your eye, a soaring sound ripped through the air, forcing your eyes back open. It looked like a shooting star was tearing through the sky in an arch, and when it reached the pinnacle up in the sky, it began to plummet down. Right for you.
"Ah, fuck..."
The final bomb washed the battlefield in a sea of blue fire.
* .
* .
Eren panted out of breath as his short, stubby legs carried him up the hill.
You slapped your palm against the overbearing tree. "Ha! I win!"
When he finally caught up, his face was not red in exhaustion, but in fury. "This isn't fair! You're seven! I'm only six! I should've gotten a head-start!"
"Your legs aren't even that short! You're just too slow!"
"No, I'm not!" He stabbed a finger at your face, nearly poking you. "You're just an old woman!"
That just made you smirk. "Aww, wittle Eren making excuses for being so freaking weak."
His anger level spiked up nearly to the top. "Shut up! I am not weak!"
"Hmm?" You cupped a hand at your ear. "What was that? I can't hear youuu."
"I said I'm not weak!!"
"Still hearing nothinnn'," you dragged, enjoying fueling the hell out of him. "I wonder who can ever hear the weak, soft, annoying little Er-"
"I am not weak!!!" His forehead suddenly banged against your face. You fell back onto the roots of the tree.
Something dripped down your nose that started to ache a bit. You wiped a thumb above your lips. Blood.
He gasped and crouched to his knees, shaking your shoulders. "I'm sorry, Y/n! I didn't mean to do that! I'm so sorry!"
He expected you to yell or scold at him like you did to anyone else who ever picked a fight with you. Instead, you grinned in his face. "Maybe you aren't so weak after all! Look at this, you got me to bleed!"
He blinked, eyes wide.
"Do that again! It was fun!"
His jaw slackened. "No, I am not doing that again!"
"Do it! Do it!" You leaned forward, your face centimeters away from his. He immediately backed up.
Is this why Dad keeps saying she's sick in the brain? Maybe he isn't all that wrong... "I'm not going to hit you again! You should be the one to hit me!"
Your eyebrows twisted in confusion. "Why would I do that?"
"Because I hit you. And you should get your payback."
"You didn't actually hurt me."
"Y/n, I just made you bleed!"
"But it doesn't hurt. Besides, I read certain physical pain is only temporary. You know what type of pain actually hurts?" You pointed to the center of your chest. "When it aims for the heart. You know the fairytales. Most of those princesses I've read about have tragic endings and get by heartbreak."
"But you're not a princess."
"Exactly. And my heart's not broken, so," you shrugged, "I'm not hurt."
He sighed. You could never get truly mad at him, and he was always relieved by that. Yet it never failed to make him feel a little less guilty.
Carla once reasoned with him that if she didn't get mad and discipline him after a mistake of his, then he would keep repeating it again and again until one day, it would become unfixable.
He still never cared about those broken dishes, but now, he did care about you. And you refused to neither get mad or discipline him. So would he repeat the same mistake again?
No, he firmly told himself. Never. He'd never hurt you, and even if one day he went crazy and did something he'd regret, he hoped you'd be strong enough to know he'd never mean it. He chose to rely on that hope.
"Here, come with me," he said, pulling you along by your hand.
"Where are we going?"
"To my dad. He'll fix you up."
"Dr. Jaeger?" You grimaced. "I don't think he likes me very much."
He stopped."...Yeah, he doesn't. That's okay. I'll fix you up."
"Can you even reach his tools?"
"Do you want to fix your bloody nose or not?"
"Alright, Dr. Jaeger."
When he turned the corner to the path back to his house, the hand he was holding suddenly dissipated into thin air. He instinctively grasped at it but only felt his fingers curl up against his own palm in a fist.
He whirled around and found that he was no longer in Shiganshinaâhe didn't know where he was. His 16-year-old self stood amid sand dunes illuminated by the beams of colorful light in the night sky. The beams of light seemed to sprout out of a trunk of light in the shape of a tree.
A little blonde girl stood a short distance away from him, simply staring at the tree of light as if in some sort of trance.
Eren got an eerie, otherworldly feeling that this girl knew something. In fact, he suddenly grew so confident to believe that this girl knew everything. So he walked up to her and just blurted his question: "Where is Y/n?"
The girl turned to him, unreactive. It wasn't her covered eyes that threw him off; it was her blank expression. A wave of embarrassment flushed his face.
"I'm sorry, that was kind of rude." How would she know, you dumbass, he cursed himself. "Have you seen a girl?" he still asked. "With h/c hair and e/c eyes? About this tall?" He raised a hand to the level he remembered you to be.
She remained unresponsive. Her stillness began to creep him out a little.
He still felt a tint of disappointment. "Got it. Sorry to bother you, ma'amâmiss." He bit his tongue and was about to turn when she raised an arm. Her finger pointed to the darkness, the opposite of the tree of light.
"So you do know her?" He got no reply. "Is that where she is? Can I find her there?" He pointed in the same direction, but the girl still hadn't moved. "Okay, uh, can I get your name to thank you?" Nothing. He sighed. "Thank you for your help, miss."
He headed in the way she directed. This is insane. This felt too real to be a dream, but too unrealistic to be in real life. There's no way she'll be here, he thought, but his feet didn't stop.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw that weirdly, the little girl hadn't left yet. She wasn't pointing anymore, but she seemed to be just watching him. He quickly turned away.
The long walk into the darkness felt like it took both forever and a few seconds at the same time. Just when he began to wonder if these dunes continued on forever, he finally saw the horizon line. Past the sand was a land of waterâthe sea. A sea that stretched out even farther into the darkness.
As he got nearer, he noticed something floating in the water. He squinted his eyes. It looked to be a body. Maroon liquid surrounded it in the water.
No. He broke out into a sprint. No, no, no!
He slid to his knees in the water that did not drench an inch of him and finally got to take in a horrific, dreadful view.
Your white clothing was dyed in blood, burnt to the edges. Cuts and wounds across your body. Crimson stains from your temple to your chin.
He gently cradled your blood-smeared face in his hands. "Hey, hey, Y/n?" He whispered, terrified. "Can you hear me? It's meâit's Eren. I'm here. Talk to meâwhat happened?"
He carefully laid you on his kneesâbut when he did, his eyes bulged as if he'd just seen the devil itself, and he let out a trembling breath.
Parts of your body were missing. Tornâno, blown to shreds. One of your legs from the knee down was gone. On the same side, an entire arm starting from the shoulder blade, was completely torn. And the most gruesome partâthere was a giant opening in the side of your torso. Indiscernible organs were spilling out from when he moved you.
He instantly reached for those parts, which immediately stained his hand in blood. He halted. This is no dream, he realized. It was real. It was real. It was very, very real.
A shaky finger moved to your neck. He waited. And waited. No pulse. He softly rested his ear below your collarbone and waited for what felt like an eternity. There was no heartbeat.
"No, no, no." He tightened his embrace. "Y/n, wake up. Wake up, it's not funny. Wake up!" He gently shook you and listened to your heartbeat again, but he still received nothing. A tear trickled down and dropped onto your cheek. He mindlessly wiped it off with his thumb. "Don't do this to me! You have to come back! You can't leave me!"
He frantically glanced around and saw the little girl at the shore, simply watching. Uselessly watching.
"Help me!" he shouted at her. "Help me, please! Orâget help! Do something! Don't just stand there!" He clicked his tongue when she did nothing but just keep staring. "Help!" He yelled out to the void but only received echoes of his own voice. "Somebody, help!"
He screamed for help, screamed at the girl, and screamed your name again and again until he was sobbing, voice sore, but relentlessly continued. This can't be it. He refused to believe it. You can't go like this. You can't leave. Come back to me.
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Eren jolted up from his bed, hyperventilating, sweat trickling down his forehead. The moonlight shone on his room back in Trost's HQ.
He wiped his cheeks dry of tears, threw on his clothes, and sprinted down the halls, bumping into someone, but he didn't stop.
"Watch where you're going, man!" Connie scoffed, shaking his head. "Rude."
Sasha's head popped out of a doorframe. "What happened?"
Connie headed back into the room where the rest of them had been playing cards. "I don't know, Eren just zoomed right past me like he was running from a titan or something. As if he ain't one himself."
"Why was he running?" asked Mikasa.
Connie shrugged. "Nightmare. Night terror. SleepwalkingâI just got bumped into, okay? I didn't get a good look."
Armin looked up from shuffling the deck. "Eren doesn't get night terrors. Or sleepwalks."
"Okay? Good for him."
"Where was he headed?" asked Jean.
"For the backup staircase. The one that leads directly to the stables."
Jean made a weirded-out face. "At this hour?"
Mikasa stood up. "I'll check up on him."
Armin immediately followed. "Me too."
"Wait, wait, wait," said Connie, "do you think something's wrong?"
"We hope not," said Armin. "But there's no harm in making sure, right? None of us look anywhere near sleepy. So why don't we all go?"
When they discovered Eren, he was yanking the reins of his horse out from its stables. They immediately rushed over to block its way.
"Eren, what're you doing?" asked Armin, alarmed.
Eren didn't answer. He hopped onto his horse, but Mikasa grabbed a firm hold of his reigns. "Answer him, Eren. Where do you think you're going?"
"Damn it, let go! I don't have time to waste! I don't want to stampede over you guys!"
"Not until you tell us what kind of psychosis you're in right now!" demanded Connie. "And your horse is a fucking cowardâhe's not going to run us over!"
"Where fuck else am I going? I'm going to get her!"
"And defeat all those titans by yourself?" questioned Armin. "Eren, what's wrong with you? You know you can't do that alone!"
But he frantically shook his head, acting like he'd already made up his mind unchangeable. "No, you don't understandâI need to get her! She's dying!"
Armin physically flinched. Mikasa snatched his arm so hard he yelped. "What are you talking about."
"I saw it in my dream! I felt it!"
"A dream?" repeated Connie, arching his eyebrows. "A dream is a goddamn dream! Snap out of it! Go touch some grass! She's fine!"
"She is not!" he screamed so loudly that Connie took a step back. "And itâI don't know if it was a dream! But itâit felt realâa dream can never let me feel her pulse! Which was not beating!"
While the others argued, Armin observed him. Eren's eyes spoke for themselvesâhe'd never looked so traumatized in his life, even after everything he had been through. He looked like he had saw something unforgettable that would haunt him from the darkest parts of his mind forever.
"Guys, stop," said Armin. "Stop!" Once they all quieted down, he went ahead and asked, "Eren, tell us what you saw."
At first, he was hesitant to speak, but he did it anyway because they all still deserved to know. He told them in fragmentsâfilling in the details here and there, and at the end, found that he was starting to doubt his own credit. But he knew what he saw. He knew what he felt. It was real.
"Eren, that just sounds like...a really bad nightmare," said Jean, though he, just like everyone else, was dazed by what Eren told them. "Just a dream."
Eren could not help but let out a deep, frustrated sigh. "I don'tâI don't have time to deal with you guys. I don't need you guys to believe me. Think me crazy as much as you wantâjust get the fuck out of my way. Please."
Before Jean responded, Armin beat him to it. "And once we open the gates, where would you go?"
Eren opened his mouth, but all that came out was "I..." Then his voice trailed off, and his eyes began to look lost.
"Do you even know where to start?" No response. "Do you know how to cross the ocean?"
"I'll find a wayâ"
"How? Will you swim to Marley? Build a boat out of scratch? What can you do?"
"I can't just do nothing!"
"That's exactly what you need to do! Hange's not pestering the engineering corps to hurry up making the boats for nothing! Everyone wants her back, not just you! She's fine, and I will tell you that with certainty. You know why? Because she's Y/n! We all know she's practically invincible!"
"And she's cheated death multiple times!" added Sasha. "Even death itself can't catch her!"
"Besides, she's not going to let that hairy bastard get away with what he did so easily," said Jean. "Revenge is a part of who she is as a personâyou know that better than anybody else!"
Eren stayed on that horse for god knows how long as the others pitched in their own reasonings. Then, when everything finally was silent as an untouched string, he finally slid off his horse. "Tomorrow," he started, voice dangerously quiet, "I'm volunteering to work in the engineering corps on the side."
"So will I," said Mikasa.
"No, we only get days off in between excursions. You're the current second strongest after Captain Levi. You can't afford to divert your attentionâ"
She jabbed at his shoulder with a glower. "Your brother took my sister. She won't be the only one who'll make sure he doesn't get away with anything."
A torch lit from the entrance. Levi walked in from the shadows. "Somebody better tell me what is going on here. Don't try to find excuses. This is already suspicious enough."
Nobody said anything, so Sasha filled the silence. "Uhhh..." By also saying nothing.
"Nothing, Captain," answered Eren. "I was just...being stupid."
Levi didn't buy it, but he spotted the red edges of Eren's eyes. And that defeated face. His hand still on the reins of the horse. The rest of them blocking the gate. If he wanted to know, it wouldn't be the right time to ask. "Get back to bed," he told them. "No more games for tonight."
"Yes, sir," they replied, heading for the entrance. Mikasa specifically kept her eye on Eren in case he'd run off. But he was far too tired.
I know what I saw, he kept telling himself. But he had to admit Armin was right. There was nothing he could do. All he could do and keep doing was wait. But patience was never a part of his nature, and every day became a test.
Only Armin lingered behind. "Um, Captain? Can I talk to you?"
Levi turned to him. "I'm listening."
He gradually told him everything. What Eren said, what happened, and how they all got him to calm down. It was Eren's personal business, but this was their Captain. He deserved to know everything too.
"Either his mind's gotten way too creative in its tricks, or he needs more sleep," said Levi. "Or, there's something far too abstract happening that none of us, including him, can understand. What do you make of this? You believe the brat?"
"I...I don't want to admit it, but I have my suspicions. I mean, of course the two of them have a special bond. But from what we've learned so far, I wouldn't be surprised if the Founder Titan and the Fritz-Ackerman had some sort of connection linked. The place Eren described to us didn't sound like just a dream. It sounded like a...somewhat of an existential plane. So I...I don't know."
Levi raised an eyebrow. "You think Y/n's actually dying?"
Armin shut his eyes and shook his head. "No, no, that's impossible. That can't be. I'm sorryâforget I said anything, sir."
Levi didn't want to press him any further. All the kids needed rest. "If you have any more suspicions, especially about her, let me know immediately. No matter true or not."
"Yes, sir."
Levi was the last one there. He took a glance at his black horse. If I knew where she was, I can get her myself. Except he didn't know. But one day, he promised himself, one day, I'm gonna murder that Zeke Jaeger. It wouldn't be today, neither would it be tomorrow, but it was going to be one day. He, like Eren, just had to wait.
So he blew out the last candle and left the stables.
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u guys: we want our man back!
me: here yall go :)
BEST BELIEVE i was giggling all the way thru writing this entire chap. like it was a fluff chap. i think i may need to seek help. Finishing it felt like a reward.
very good time to ask u guys how r we feelin so far