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volatilebrat4103 · 2 months ago

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Broken cycles and fixed bonds (Part 1)

Leaning against the railing of the airship, shirt billowing in the breeze, it was calming and peaceful. “I’m nervous” Jinx chuckled, shrinking into herself. “There’s no need to be trinket” Y/N sends a reassuring smile to the blue haired woman. “I know it’s been a couple of years but I’m positive your sister will be happy to see you” she lifts a hand to caress Jinx’s cold cheek. “You really think so toots?” Jinx leans into Y/N’s touch, savouring the feeling of her warmth. “You’ve come a long way from where you were” Y/N continues, pulling Jinx into her waiting arms, placing a kiss to her head as Jinx nuzzles her face into her lover’s chest.

“I hope you’re right” Jinx’s words muffled in Y/N’s chest, savouring her warmth provided in the freezing wind. No words are needed after, Y/N simply comforting her girlfriend as they head to Piltover.

A lot had changed since then, since Jinx had fled the city to start over. For one she healed, gone were the voices and hallucinations, the pain and suffering, all of it left behind. Jinx had grown into the woman she had meant to be albeit a gruesome journey but one she took in stride.

A lot had changed for the better, shockingly enough one of those changes were her fashion style. Gone were the mangled scraps of clothing she wore, now she adorned a more formal style, her hair now long enough to tie back into a neat ponytail. It was a change she hated at first but knew it was a step forward in her healing journey, as sad as it was to see her signature look go.

As the airship soared through the skies nearing the city she hadn’t seen in three years, her nerves began to bubble over, tightly clinging to Y/N’s shirt to ground herself. Noticing the slight change in her breathing Y/N pulls Jinx further into her embrace, allowing her larger body to completely encompass the nervous woman.

After some time Y/N pulls slightly away from Jinx, her hand guiding her chin up so their gazes meet, “Everything is going to be alright, I’m right here trinket” Y/N’s voice soothing her ever so slightly, with that she leans down to capture her blue haired beauty’s lips in a soft, tender kiss, pouring her emotions into it. Jinx can’t help but melt at the feeling, she knew Y/N was right, but she just can’t shake the feeling of uncertainty. What is Vi didn’t want to see her? What if she was better off without her?

Pulling away from the kiss the couple lean their foreheads together as they melt in each other’s touch. “I can feel you overthinking” Y/N chuckles before placing a kiss to Jinx’s forehead. “Relax love, we’re here” with that the airship begins it’s decent to the docks of Piltover, the sight of the sprawling metropolis sent a pang of nostalgia through her.

Once the ship docked Jinx seemed to freeze, her nerves getting the better of her.�� “Hey, you okay?” Y/N’s voice just as gentle as her hands that softly trail up and down Jinx’s arms. The blue haired girl could do nothing but nod, eyes glossing over as Y/N pulls her in. “I’ve got you, you can do this” her words relax the rigid and scared woman.

Letting Jinx relax and gather her thoughts for a minute before taking her hands in her own, “Ready?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. “Ready as I’ll ever be” Jinx whispers with a small smile. Grabbing their bags the two women step off the ship hand in hand and manoeuvrer into the bustling streets of Piltover.

As the pair walk through the busy streets Y/N can’t help but feel a pang in her heart, she had yet to tell Jinx of her history with the city. A now energetic Jinx quickly let go of Y/N’s hand and makes her way over to an enforcer nearby, she was out of earshot leaving a confused Y/N in her wake however she took the time to reminisce about her past and family, wondering if they would still remember her.

“Come on Toots, this way!” Jinx’s excitement broke Y/N out of her trance as she is hastily dragged through the street, her brows furrowing as she recognised the familiar path, noticing it was leading her straight to the Kiramman mansion, however she says nothing, allowing her girlfriend to pull her along.

Y/N’s heart drops as they approach the front door, perhaps her family no longer resided her, left the city to live a better life. “we’re here!” although excited Jinx’s nervousness is easily heard as she wipes her sweaty palms against her pants before knocking.

Not even a minute later a pink haired woman with a tattoo under her eyes answers the door, her muscular body clad in an enforcer uniform. “Ye-“ her words caught in her throat with a hitch, eyes growing wide in shock. “Hiya sis” Jinx waves cutely whilst rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. “J-Jinx? Is t-that really you?” the woman’s voice wavers as tears well in her eyes.

“It’s me sis” Jinx whispers becoming extremely conscious of her surroundings, her heart racing in anticipation. Slowly the woman’s hand reached out, carefully cupping Jinx’s cheek as if to confirm that she was really standing in front of her, “Are you real?” tears slip from her eyes, Jinx leans into the touch to assure her, “It’s me Vi, I’m here” with that the woman now know as Vi pulls Jinx in for a tight hug, the sisters sobbing into each other. “I thought I lost you” Vi’s voice trembling as her arms tighten around her sister.

Y/N realising that it’s a private and delicate moment not meant for prying eyes manages to manoeuvre the sisters through the door whilst still tightly wrapped in each other’s arms. She shuts the door and stands to the side, happy her girlfriend can finally have her happy ending.

Once the two pull away from each other, tears still streaming down their cheeks, Jinx grabs Y/N’s hand, dragging her closer. “Vi this is Y/N, my girlfriend and Y/N my sister, Vi” Jinx excitedly introduces the two, bouncing up and down like a toddler spiked on sugar. The woman looks strangely familiar to Vi however she can’t place from where.

Vi steps forward trying to size up the woman who is clearly taller than her and almost double her size in muscle. “Hello, it’s finally nice to put a face to the name” Y/N stretches out her hand with a kind smile, a hint of a British accent coming through. Vi nods as she continues to examine the woman, the accent, her features, the way she carried herself, she looked so familiar that it intrigued Vi.

Taking the offered hand in her own, “wish I could say the same” Vi’s words hold no venom as she accepts the handshake, curiosity blazing within. She can’t sake the feeling she has seen Y/N before. “We have so much to catch up on” Jinx luckily saves the awkward stares shared between Vi and Y/N. “That we do” Vi turns to her sister with a smile, gesturing the two to follow her. The three make their way to a small living room, green chairs surrounding a fireplace, a small table between the two.

Vi had left and returned with a tray of tea for settling herself on the table in front of her sister leaving Y/N to take residence in the other chair as the two began to catch up. Y/N doesn’t follow their conversation, rather she sits idly by and admires her girlfriend over the brim of her cup, Jinx turning t meet her gaze every few minutes, something Vi did not miss.

Just as they were deep in conversation Y/N’s sharp ears hear the front door open and close, footsteps leading into the house. “I’m home my love” a familiar voice shouts through the house causing Y/N to freeze, her breathing picking up ever so slightly.

Recognising the voice Jinx smirks at her sister, the two conversing without saying a word as Jinx nudged her whilst wiggling her brows suggestively causing Vi to flush a crimson colour. “I’m making tea, would you like some?” the same voice shouts leaving Y/N’s mind reeling. “I’m good love” Vi responds whilst Jinx continues to tease her. Footsteps are heard leading closer to them and entering the room, however Y/N is unable to see said intruder, sitting in the chair with the back facing the door.

“Oh I didn’t realise we had guests, my apolog- Jinx?” The familiar voice stops mid-sentence as the sisters stand up together. “Hiya cupcake” Jinx greets with a teasing wave earning a nudge to the ribs from Vi.

Whilst the being to converse Y/N silently hyperventilates, the voice, that oh so familiar voice paired with the house that was that was also familiar to her. “And who else do we have here?” the voice is soft, almost as soft as how Y/N remembers. Slowly Y/N stands up and turns around facing the one person she thought she wouldn’t ever see again.

There she stood, Caitlyn Kiramman, she still looks the same as when Y/N had last seen her albeit older now. Caitlyn drops her tea cup in utter shock alerting everyone who worriedly looked at her, “Y-Y/N?” her voice shaking with uncertainty. Y/N just stood there much calmer on the outside,

“Been a minute, sister”

Part 2

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shiorihyugawrites · 2 months ago

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The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Porco, still in his Jaw Titan form, sprinted deep into the forest, his powerful claws digging into the earth as he covered as much distance as possible. The adrenaline from his encounter with Historia and her guards surged through his veins. He wasn’t even sure why he’d taken her. His mission was clear—kill Queen Historia Reiss, the only remaining royal-blooded individual on Paradis.

And yet here he was, defying orders. His Titan reached a towering tree, and with incredible speed, he climbed high into its canopy. Reaching a sturdy branch that could hold his weight, he leaned forward and gently spit Historia out onto it. She tumbled slightly, coughing and gasping for air, but otherwise unharmed.

Historia pushed herself up, clutching the bark of the massive tree as she glared at him. Her breathing was labored, but her voice was steady when she demanded, "What are you doing?"

Porco ignored her at first, coming out of his Titan’s nape in a burst of steam. He stumbled slightly as he emerged, his body drenched in sweat and his face pale from exhaustion. His hand raked through his blonde hair as his conflicted emotions tore at him. He avoided looking at Historia, his jaw tightening as he fought the storm of feelings inside him.

His mission was right in front of him. One quick movement, and it would be done. He would return to Marley, victorious, deserving of praise in the eyes of his superiors. But the moment he met Historia’s eyes—those large, piercing blue eyes—he felt something stir deep within him. Memories flooded his mind, but they weren’t his. They belonged to Ymir. Her love, her guilt, her longing for this woman standing in front of him overwhelmed him.

"Why can’t I do it?!" Porco shouted in frustration, slamming his fist into the trunk of the tree. The bark splintered under the force, sending loose leaves fluttering down around them.

Historia flinched at his outburst but didn’t move from her spot. She could see the war raging within him, the way he clenched his fists, trembling with rage—or perhaps something else entirely.

“You’re struggling,” she said softly, her voice calm despite the situation. “I can see it. I can feel it.”

Porco glared at her, his golden eyes burning with conflicting emotions. “Stay back,” he growled, jerking away when she took a cautious step toward him. "Don't come near me."

But Historia didn’t listen. She continued forward, her movements slow and deliberate. “You’re not going to hurt me,” she said, her voice filled with quiet certainty. “I know that.”

"Shut up!" Porco barked, his voice cracking slightly. He took a step back, his back pressing against the massive trunk of the tree. “You don’t know anything!”

“I know that Ymir’s spirit is in you,” Historia said, her tone unwavering. "I know you have her memories. That’s why you’re hesitating.”

Porco froze, his body going rigid at her words. His breath hitched, and his heart pounded painfully in his chest as he looked at her.

Historia smiled faintly, her expression a mixture of sadness and understanding. “I loved her,” she admitted, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “And she loved me. I can feel her in you. Her memories, her feelings—they’re a part of you now. You might not want to admit it, but if memories make up who we are, then a piece of Ymir lives on in you.”

Porco’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, his hands clenching at his sides. “I’m not her,” he said firmly, his voice trembling. “I’m not Ymir.”

“I know you’re not,” Historia said gently. She stopped just a foot away from him, her hands trembling slightly as she raised one to cup his face. Porco flinched at the contact, his eyes widening in shock as her palm rested against his cheek. His skin burned under her touch, his heart racing uncontrollably.

“But you’re still carrying her,” Historia continued, her voice soft. “I can feel her through you.”

Porco stared at her, completely at a loss for words. The weight of her touch, her gaze, and her words pinned him in place. For the first time, he felt something crack within him—something raw and vulnerable that he didn’t know how to handle. His mission was right here, but how could he fulfill it when Ymir’s love for this woman coursed through him, intertwining with his own growing sense of conflict?

“Tell me your name,” Historia whispered, her voice breaking the silence.

Porco hesitated, his throat tightening. His instincts screamed at him to shut her out, to complete his mission and leave this all behind. But he couldn’t resist her gaze, the pull of her presence. “Porco,” he finally whispered, his voice barely audible. “Porco Galliard.”

A small, bittersweet smile tugged at Historia’s lips. “Porco,” she repeated softly. “I’m Historia.”

“I know,” Porco said hoarsely. “I know who you are.” He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he clenched them into fists. “You’re the woman I’m supposed to… The woman Ymir…” His voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Instead, he slammed his fist into the tree again, his frustration boiling over. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing!”

“You’re not going to hurt me,” Historia said firmly, her hand still resting on his cheek. “You don’t have it in you.”

Porco’s golden eyes locked with hers, and for a moment, everything else fell away—the mission, Marley, Paradis, everything. All he could see was the woman in front of him and the weight of the memories he carried. He hated how conflicted he felt, how Ymir’s emotions tangled with his own, making it impossible for him to act.

"I can’t," Porco finally admitted, his voice breaking. "I can’t hurt you."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to feel the full weight of his humanity.

He sat on the branch, his head in his hands as the weight of his mission crashed down on him. Historia’s words echoed in his ears, her soft yet unrelenting voice cutting through the chaos in his mind. He looked at her, the woman he was sent to kill, and for a moment, he was paralyzed. Her piercing blue eyes, filled with both strength and sorrow, bore into him, challenging everything he’d ever believed.

“I don’t know what you’re planning,” Historia said carefully, her voice steady, “but it’s clear you’re struggling with it. Why are you here, Porco? Is this mission for you? Or for Marley?”

Porco’s jaw tightened as her words struck a nerve. He hesitated, unable to look at her. “I’m here because I have to be,” he muttered, his voice low and defensive. “Eren Jaeger is a threat to the entire world. Marley can’t risk letting him live.”

Historia frowned, stepping closer to him despite the danger he presented. “And you think killing me will stop him?” she asked, her tone sharp. “Because that’s what you’re here to do, isn’t it? Kill me.”

Porco’s breath hitched. He didn’t answer, but his silence spoke volumes. Historia’s eyes softened, though the tension between them remained palpable.

“You’re doing this for Marley,” she said, more a statement than a question. “But is this what you want?”

Porco finally looked up at her, anger and frustration flashing in his golden eyes. “What I want doesn’t matter!” he snapped. “Do you think any of us get to choose? Marley made us warriors to carry out their orders. We don’t get a say in this!”

“That’s not true,” Historia replied, her voice unwavering. “You’re standing here, right now, with a choice. You’ve had one all along.”

Porco clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. “You don’t understand,” he growled. “Eren Jaeger is going to destroy the world if he’s not stopped. And as far as Marley knows, you are the key to him unlocking the Founding Titan’s true power. If you die, his plans fall apart.”

Historia’s expression shifted, a mixture of sadness and understanding crossing her face. “So that’s what this is about,” she said softly. “You’re here to kill me to stop Eren.”

Porco’s throat tightened, but he didn’t deny it. He leaned back against the trunk of the tree, trying to steady his racing heart. “This isn’t personal,” he muttered, though the words felt hollow. “You’re just a piece in this war.”

“Is that what Marley told you?” Historia asked, stepping closer. “That I’m just a ‘piece’? That we’re all just ‘island devils’ who deserve to die?”

Porco’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You are devils,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. “Your people have caused nothing but problems.”

“And you think Marley hasn’t?” Historia shot back, her voice rising. “Do you even realize what you did to us? Your people invaded our home, tore down our walls, and turned our lives into hell! You didn’t even give us a reason. We didn’t even know why we were being eaten alive.”

Porco’s eyes flickered with guilt, but he forced himself to hold her gaze. “That’s war,” he said grimly. “It’s always hell for someone.”

“It’s hell for everyone,” Historia countered, her voice breaking slightly. “You think we wanted this? You think we asked for Eren to become the monster he is now? Marley made him. Marley made us. You and I—we’re both Eldians. We’re the same, no matter what propaganda Marley feeds you.”

“Don’t,” Porco said, shaking his head as if to block out her words. “Don’t act like we’re the same.”

“But we are,” Historia said firmly. “You and I, and every Eldian in Marley’s internment zones, and every person on this island—we’re all the same. We’re people who just want to live. And Marley has turned us against each other. They’ve divided us so they can control us.”

Porco opened his mouth to argue but stopped, Historia’s words sinking into him. Deep down, he knew she wasn’t wrong. He’d seen the suffering of his fellow Eldians in Marley. He’d watched them live as second-class citizens, condemned for their bloodline. And now, standing here, he couldn’t deny the truth in Historia’s voice.

“Eren doesn’t want to do the Rumbling,” Historia said softly, her tone shifting. “He’s doing it because Marley and the rest of the world gave him no choice. They’re coming for us, whether we fight back or not. It’s kill or be killed, and we’ve been backed into a corner.”

Porco’s fists tightened. “That doesn’t justify genocide,” he muttered.

“No, it doesn’t,” Historia admitted, her voice heavy with sorrow. “But what would you do in his place? If it were your family—your people—being threatened with extinction? Would you just roll over and let it happen?”

Porco was silent, his gaze dropping to the ground. He thought of his comrades, the ones he’d fought alongside for years. Would he let them die if the roles were reversed?

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Porco said finally, his voice low. “But I can’t just abandon my mission.”

“Then don’t hurt me,” Historia said, her eyes locked on his. “Make a new choice. One that’s your own.”

Porco stared at her, his heart pounding as he wrestled with the weight of her words. He didn’t know what to do. For the first time in his life, he felt utterly lost. But one thing was certain—he couldn’t kill her. Not now. Not ever.

His mind felt like it was being pulled in a hundred directions at once, each thought more damning than the last. What do I even have left in Marley? The question cut through him like a knife, one he didn’t want to answer. His parents were long gone, his brother Marcel had been dead for years, and the only connections he had left were Pieck and a few warrior candidates he felt a sense of duty toward.

But what kind of life was that? He wasn’t a person to Marley. He was a weapon, a disposable tool they could use and discard when they saw fit. The thought made his stomach churn, but it was the truth. Still, wasn’t he doing this for the people in the internment zones? For Eldians in Marley who were suffering just as much as the people on this island? Didn’t they deserve freedom too?

And then there was Historia. She was right about so much, and that only made everything worse. She was right about Marley dividing them, about the lies they’d all been told since birth, and about Eren’s brutal reasoning for the Rumbling. But genocide...genocide couldn’t be justified. Could it?

Porco’s hands clenched into fists as his thoughts spiraled. He barely registered Historia stepping closer until her hands gently cupped his face, bringing him back to reality. His breath hitched as she pressed her forehead against his.

The warmth of her touch sent a jolt through him, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. All he could feel was her proximity, her steady breath mingling with his own. His heart thundered in his chest, and his cheeks burned crimson. The overwhelming urge to kiss her surged through him like a wave, but he froze, unsure of what to do.

Before either of them could act, a deep, guttural titan roar shattered the stillness of the forest. Both of them froze, their eyes wide. Historia stiffened immediately. “That’s Eren,” she whispered, her voice tight with worry. “He’s fighting. Something’s happening.”

Porco’s ears picked up another sound, one that made his blood run cold: a second titan roar, this one deeper, more resonant. He recognized it instantly. “Reiner,” he muttered under his breath, his stomach twisting. What the hell is Reiner doing now?

Historia’s head snapped toward the direction of the sound, her face pale. “We need to go,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the panic creeping into her eyes.

Porco hesitated, his jaw clenching. “That’s not a good idea,” he said. “If my comrades see me with you, it’s over. For both of us.” He didn’t even want to think about how they’d react to him protecting the woman he’d been sent to kill. His mission was already a disaster—this would make it irreparable.

Historia didn’t back down. “Eren’s in danger,” she said, stepping closer. “And so are my people. If I can do anything to help stop this, I have to.”

Porco gritted his teeth, torn between his orders and the mess he’d found himself in. She was right—Reiner couldn’t take on Eren alone, even with Pieck’s help. If the scouts were there too, things could get ugly fast. Still, the idea of showing up with Historia, the Queen of the Walls, was a risk he wasn’t sure he could take.

“Porco,” Historia said softly, her eyes locking with his. “Please.”

Her voice broke something in him. Cursing under his breath, he stepped back and bit down on his hand, the sharp pain grounding him as his body transformed into the Jaw Titan. The transformation’s light faded, and he crouched low, his massive, sharp-toothed jaw opening gently as he scooped Historia into his mouth. He made sure his grip was careful, his hold firm but gentle enough not to hurt her.

Without wasting another second, Porco leaped into the trees, his powerful legs propelling him forward as he darted toward the sounds of the titans clashing. The forest blurred around him, but his mind was a whirlwind. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but for now, he was moving forward. What came next...he didn’t know.

…

Floch sat atop his horse, his expression dark as he replayed the earlier confrontation with Eren. Sunned in front of the other Jaegerists. That’s what it felt like. He gritted his teeth. Eren might be the commander of the Jaegerists, but Floch still believed his actions were justified. Mikasa and Levi were threats—powerful ones—and leaving them alive was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. The fact that Eren couldn’t see that was troubling, but Floch wouldn’t argue the point anymore. He had his own ways of protecting their cause.

Suddenly, the sound of frantic hoofbeats broke through the tension. Two Jaegerist recruits galloped toward him, their faces pale and their horses foaming at the mouths. Floch straightened, already sensing bad news.

“What’s going on?” Floch demanded as the recruits reined their horses to a stop, dust clouding the air.

“It’s Queen Historia!” one recruit gasped, his voice ragged from shouting. “She’s been kidnapped by the Jaw Titan!”

Floch’s heart skipped a beat, and then his stomach dropped. Historia… kidnapped? By the Jaw Titan? His mind raced to make sense of it. “What the fuck?!” he shouted. “How the hell did Marley even get the Jaw Titan onto the island?”

The recruits didn’t have answers, their faces painted with fear and exhaustion.

Floch clenched his fists, anger boiling beneath his skin. “And none of you managed to stop him? This is the Queen of the Walls we’re talking about!” He barely registered their sheepish apologies before turning to the rest of the Jaegerists. “We have to find Eren and round up every soldier we can. If we don’t move fast, we’ll lose her for good.”

Floch was about to signal his group forward when the ground trembled beneath them. A distant roar echoed through the forest, deep and guttural. He froze in his saddle. The unmistakable sound of Eren’s Titan.

Another roar followed, this one higher-pitched but no less intense. Floch’s blood ran cold. That’s the Armored Titan. His mind raced with the implications. Eren must have engaged him, but what was Reiner even doing here? And if Eren was fighting Reiner, what had happened to Aurora?

Floch cursed again, loud enough to startle his horse. “To hell with this. Go back to the compound!” he barked at the recruits. “Alert everyone—bring every troop we have and arm them with Thunder Spears. I want every soldier we can spare at the battlefield. Now!”

The recruits hesitated for only a moment before galloping away.

Floch turned to his group, eyes blazing with determination. “We’re heading to the fight now. Let’s go!”

The group galloped hard for fifteen minutes, the sounds of battle growing louder with each passing second. When they finally arrived, Floch pulled his horse to a sharp stop, his eyes widening at the scene before him.

Eren, in his Attack Titan form, towered over the battlefield, his hardened fists swinging with devastating force. He drove a massive punch into the Armored Titan’s chest, shattering the protective armor like fragile glass. Reiner staggered back, his titan’s fingers already torn off and hanging limply at his sides.

The ground quaked with every step, and Eren’s movements were feral and relentless. He stomped Reiner’s knee, forcing the Armored Titan to its knees before grabbing its head and slamming it into the ground.

Floch barely had time to process the carnage when his gaze shifted to another part of the battlefield. Mikasa Ackerman, alone, was battling the Cart Titan. Her blades were dulled, and she was clearly struggling against Pieck’s agility. Still, Mikasa fought with the same terrifying precision Floch remembered, darting between trees and lunging for any opening she could find.

But it wasn’t just Eren and Mikasa that caught Floch’s attention.

In the corner of the battlefield, partially shielded by the thick trees, Floch spotted two figures. Aurora Jaeger. She was crouched low, holding someone protectively in her arms. Captain Levi. Even from a distance, Floch could tell Levi was still injured, his body limp and motionless. Aurora’s platinum blonde hair glinted in the dappled sunlight as she clutched Levi tightly to her chest, her expression one of pure determination.

Floch’s mouth went dry. What the hell was going on here?

The Jaegerists with him were equally stunned, muttering among themselves. “Why is Mrs. Jaeger protecting him?”

Floch didn’t have answers, only more questions. He clenched his fists and muttered under his breath. “Historia kidnapped, Eren fighting Reiner, Mikasa taking on the Cart Titan alone, and now this?”

His head throbbed as he tried to piece it all together. He didn’t know what was going on, but one thing was clear: the battlefield was chaos, and he had to act fast.

Floch gritted his teeth, his frustration bubbling over. Despite leading the hunt against the Ackermans for the past month, the situation now demanded a united front. The Marleyan Titan shifters were the bigger threat, and they couldn’t afford to be divided. For once, he had to set his personal grievances aside.

“Dammit!” Floch shouted, pulling two Thunder Spears from one of the Jaegerists beside him. He hurled them toward Mikasa, who, with her lightning-fast reflexes, caught them mid-air with ease. “Mikasa! Use these!” he barked. Mikasa didn’t hesitate; she loaded one immediately and fired it straight at Pieck. The Cart Titan barely dodged the explosive projectile, skidding back into the trees. Now on the defensive, Pieck’s agility was her only saving grace.

Floch didn’t stop there. He threw Mikasa a fresh set of blades. “Here! You’re no use with dull weapons!” Mikasa caught them without missing a beat, replacing her worn-out ones. She glanced back briefly, her expression unreadable, before turning her focus back to Pieck.

“Half of you, help her take down the Cart Titan!” Floch barked at the Jaegerists. “The rest of you, follow me! We need to hold off Reiner until reinforcements arrive!”

The Jaegerists responded immediately, splitting into two groups. Mikasa’s half swarmed around her, assisting in pushing Pieck further into a corner. Meanwhile, Floch led the rest of the squad toward Eren, who was locked in a brutal wrestling match with the Armored Titan.

Pieck and Reiner, battered but still fighting, couldn’t help but notice something strange. These Jaegerists were moving with an unnatural speed and strength, far superior to what they’d faced during the raid on Liberio. It wasn’t just their coordination—it was their physical capabilities. Pieck’s mind raced, trying to make sense of it, but there wasn’t time to dwell on it. Unbeknownst to her, the boost was thanks to Aurora’s elixirs.

Reiner growled, his Titan form groaning under the relentless pressure Eren was applying. Eren’s fists, hardened with Titan crystal, slammed into the Armored Titan’s chest repeatedly. Cracks spider-webbed across Reiner’s armor like shattering glass.

Floch spotted an opening. “Now!” he shouted, aiming his Thunder Spear launcher. The projectile fired straight into Reiner’s knee, detonating on impact. The explosion tore the Armored Titan’s joint apart, sending Reiner crashing down with a guttural roar of pain.

On the other side of the battlefield, Pieck’s situation was rapidly deteriorating. Mikasa, now armed with fresh blades and a Thunder Spear, was a force of nature. Her attacks were more calculated and deadly than ever, and with the additional support of the Jaegerists, Pieck found herself running for her life. She darted through the trees, narrowly avoiding Mikasa’s strikes, but she knew the odds were stacked against her.

Her sharp eyes flicked to the corner of the battlefield, and that’s when she spotted her target. Aurora Jaeger.

Pieck’s heart raced. If she could just capture Aurora, she could turn the tide. Aurora was valuable—Marley knew her importance, and using her as leverage could force the Jaegerists into submission. Pieck pivoted suddenly, breaking from her defensive retreat and lunging toward the trees where Aurora was hidden with Levi.

But Eren noticed Pieck’s sudden shift almost instantly. His glowing Titan eyes followed her trajectory, and the sight of her charging toward the tree where Aurora was struck a primal nerve. A deafening roar escaped his Titan form as he abruptly released Reiner. Eren’s enormous hands reached out, snatching the Cart Titan mid-leap.

With a savage strength, Eren choke-slammed Pieck into the ground. The earth shook with the impact as Eren pinned her down, his knee pressing into her torso. Without hesitation, he began pummeling her Titan head with his hardened fists. The blows came fast and brutal, each strike cracking Pieck’s Titan form further. Chunks of flesh and blood flew with every hit.

Pieck tried to defend herself, but Eren was relentless, his attacks fueled by a wild, protective rage. The Jaegerists positioned around the battlefield seized the opportunity, aiming their Thunder Spears at the downed Cart Titan.

“Fire!” one of them shouted.

A volley of Thunder Spears launched toward Pieck, but just as they were about to land, Reiner roared and threw himself in front of her. The explosion from the five Thunder Spears sent him staggering back, his Titan body riddled with fresh wounds. Reiner’s protective instinct had saved Pieck, but at a great cost to himself.

Mikasa landed beside Floch and the others, her ODM gear hissing as she surveyed the scene. Reiner, though badly injured, was still standing. The Cart Titan, however, was down for the count. Floch clenched his fists, already calculating their next move.

But then, as if things couldn’t get worse for the Marleyan Titan shifters, the sound of reinforcements echoed through the forest. The rest of the Jaegerists had arrived, armed to the teeth with Thunder Spears and ready to end the fight.

Aurora watched the chaotic battlefield with wide eyes, cradling a half-conscious Captain Levi protectively to her chest. Her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and disbelief. The battlefield was a mess of Titans clashing and Jaegerists firing Thunder Spears. She clutched Levi tighter, trying to steady herself as much as him. He was still healing, his injuries worsened from when she had accidentally dropped him from the tree earlier—a mistake she would forever feel guilty about.

Despite his weakened state, Levi stirred, his sharp instincts refusing to let him rest. His bloodshot eyes cracked open, and he cursed under his breath as he tried to push himself up. “I can’t just sit here, damn it,” he rasped, struggling to move.

“Stop it!” Aurora snapped gently but firmly, tightening her grip on him. “You’re in no condition to do anything right now. You need to heal!” She shot him a determined look, her usual softness overshadowed by her resolve. “Eren, Mikasa, and the Jaegerists have this under control.”

Levi’s jaw clenched, his pride taking a hit as he found himself unable to overpower her hold. “Tch. Damn bossy brat,” he muttered under his breath, though his weakened state forced him to begrudgingly comply.

A group of Jaegerists from the reinforcements rushed over, surrounding Aurora and Levi protectively. They immediately recognized the legendary Captain Levi, the man who had been their greatest adversary mere months ago, now cradled in Aurora’s arms. The sight was jarring—this was the same woman who had nearly killed him a month ago, and now she was fiercely protecting him. They exchanged bewildered glances but decided against commenting on the irony. This wasn’t the time.

Meanwhile, Floch, Mikasa, and the other Jaegerists were closing in on the injured Pieck and Reiner. Pieck had been forced to crawl out her Titan form and was barely able to move, blood dripping from her many wounds. Reiner, halfway out of his Titan’s nape, looked equally battered. The Jaegerists surrounded them, Thunder Spears locked and ready.

“This is it,” Floch growled, raising his arm to signal the final blow.

But just as Mikasa moved into position, a blur shot out from the forest. A massive clawed hand swiped through their ranks, scattering the Jaegerists like ragdolls. The sudden attack left three of them dead, their bodies crushed under the force of the blow.

The Jaw Titan had arrived.

Floch clenched his teeth in fury, recognizing Porco’s Titan immediately. “That bastard!” he roared, pointing at the Jaw Titan. “He’s the one who kidnapped Queen Historia!” His voice was hoarse with rage and frustration.

Eren, still in his Titan form, froze momentarily, his glowing eyes narrowing in confusion. He had just left Historia safe at the Reiss Chapel, under the escort of two trusted Jaegerist recruits. The revelation left him reeling. Historia kidnapped? By the Jaw Titan?

Aurora gasped from her spot near the trees, her heart clenching with worry. “What?” she murmured, her mind racing with possibilities. Her thoughts immediately turned to Historia’s safety.

The tension grew thicker as the Jaw Titan came to a halt. Porco spit out his human cargo onto the ground, revealing a shaken but unharmed Historia Reiss. The sight of her alive stunned everyone. The battlefield fell silent for a moment, their shock palpable.

That brief lapse was all Porco needed.

Before anyone could react, the Jaw Titan moved with unmatched speed, scooping up Pieck and Reiner in his massive jaws. With his comrades secured, Porco darted back into the forest, his Titan’s agility allowing him to maneuver effortlessly through the dense trees.

“Stop him!” Floch shouted, his voice cracking with desperation as he mounted his ODM gear. Mikasa and the other Jaegerists immediately launched after the Jaw Titan, Thunder Spears ready to fire. But Porco’s speed was unparalleled in this environment. The forest, dense with towering trees, was a perfect terrain for his swift and nimble Titan. He weaved between the trees effortlessly, leaving his pursuers struggling to keep up.

Eren roared, his Titan form thundering after Porco, but even his brute strength couldn’t overcome the forest’s constraints. The Jaw Titan grew smaller and smaller in the distance, until he was gone entirely.

Floch cursed loudly, his frustration boiling over. “Damn it! He’s gone!”

As the Jaegerists regrouped, Aurora gently laid Levi down by the tree and ran toward Historia. The Queen was still staring in the direction Porco had fled, her body trembling slightly.

“Historia!” Aurora called, her voice shaking with concern as she closed the distance between them. She grabbed Historia’s shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Historia blinked, as if coming out of a trance. Her composure shattered, and she suddenly broke down into tears, clutching Aurora as she sobbed. “Ymir left me again,” she choked out between ragged breaths.

Aurora froze, confused by her words. She knew Ymir’s significance to Historia, but she couldn’t understand what the Jaw Titan’s kidnapping had to do with her. “What do you mean?” Aurora asked gently, pulling back just enough to look into Historia’s tear-filled eyes. “Why did the Jaw Titan kidnap you? What does this have to do with Ymir?”

Historia shook her head, her sobs making it difficult for her to speak. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But when I looked at him… when I looked at the Jaw Titan, I felt Ymir. I… I could feel her spirit, Aurora. It was like she was there with me.”

Aurora’s brow furrowed. She didn’t fully understand, but the heartbreak in Historia’s eyes was undeniable. “I’m so sorry, Historia,” Aurora whispered, pulling her into another hug. “I don’t know what’s going on, but whatever it is, we’ll figure it out. I promise.”

Historia buried her face in Aurora’s shoulder, her cries quieting but her pain still palpable. Aurora held her tightly, offering whatever comfort she could as the chaos of the battlefield swirled around them.

She continued to hold Historia close, softly murmuring reassurances as her sobs echoed softly through the quiet forest clearing. Her hands gently stroked Historia’s back, offering the only comfort she could. She glanced up as the sound of boots crunching against the forest floor drew her attention. Eren, Floch, Mikasa, and the Jaegerists returned, their faces a mix of exhaustion, tension, and frustration.

Eren had just left his titan form, steam rising from his body as he led the group. His expression was unreadable, but his gaze softened when he saw Aurora and Historia together. However, the moment was short-lived. Mikasa, still armed with her blades, was on high alert, her stance rigid as she moved protectively in front of Levi, who was still lying on the ground and struggling to regain his strength.

Aurora could see Mikasa’s shoulders tense as Floch approached, his posture defiant, as if daring her to make a move. The atmosphere crackled with tension, everyone ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

Eren raised his hands in a gesture of peace as he slowly approached Mikasa, his eyes earnest. “Mikasa,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion. “I don’t want to hurt you. I never have.”

Mikasa’s grip on her blades didn’t falter. “You let Floch hunt us for a month,” she spat, her voice laced with anger and disbelief. “You expect me to believe you don’t want to hurt me?”

Eren shook his head, his expression twisting with frustration. “I didn’t know Floch was doing that,” he insisted, his voice rising slightly. He gestured toward Floch, who stood a few steps behind him, glaring but staying silent. “I gave him no orders to come after you or Levi. He acted on his own.”

Mikasa’s eyes narrowed as she looked between Eren and Floch, clearly torn.

Eren took a step closer, his hands still raised. “Mikasa, that day, I let you go on purpose because… because you’re my family. I hoped that you’d come around. I don’t want this. I never wanted any of this. And I definitely don’t want you to die.” His voice broke slightly on the last word, his sincerity breaking through the tension.

Mikasa’s resolve faltered for a moment, her eyes flicking to Aurora, who was now standing with Historia by her side. Aurora gave Mikasa a pleading look, her lips pressed into a thin line as if silently echoing Eren’s words. Mikasa’s grip on her blades tightened, and she let out a shaky breath, her mind flashing back to Aurora’s earlier words about fighting to survive in a world that wanted them dead.

Before Mikasa could say anything, Aurora took a step forward, her voice cutting through the thick tension. “Enough,” she said firmly, her gaze sweeping across everyone. She looked at Mikasa and Levi first, then turned to Floch, Eren, and the rest of the Jaegerists. “We can’t afford to be fighting among ourselves right now. You all just saw it for yourselves—Marley is trying to kill us and they’re going to use everything resource they have to attack us! We don’t have time for this fighting!”

The Jaegerists shifted uncomfortably at her words, some exchanging uneasy glances. Mikasa lowered her blades slightly but didn’t sheath them, her focus now on Aurora as she continued.

“If we keep this up, we’ll tear ourselves apart before the enemy even has a chance to,” Aurora said, her voice rising with conviction. She turned back to Mikasa and Levi. “I know none of us truly want to fight. None of us want to kill. But we have to. For our lives, for the people we care about, for our country.”

Aurora’s words hung in the air, her passionate tone washing over the group. Even Floch, usually brash and argumentative, remained silent, his jaw clenched as he avoided her gaze. Eren’s expression softened as he listened to her, pride swelling in his chest as he saw the effect her words had on everyone present.

Eren stepped forward, his voice calm but filled with resolve. “She’s right,” he said, his gaze locking on Mikasa. “We need your strength. Both of you.” He glanced at Levi, who was still too weak to move much but was clearly listening. “We’re going up against the entire world, and we can’t win this without everyone working together.”

Mikasa’s eyes flickered with uncertainty as she glanced at Levi, who gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod. It was clear he wasn’t fully on board, but even Levi could see the logic in Aurora and Eren’s words. Slowly, Mikasa sheathed her blades, her stance relaxing slightly as she let out a long, shaky breath.

Aurora felt a weight lift from her chest as she saw Mikasa’s small gesture of trust. She stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Mikasa’s arm. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Mikasa didn’t respond, her eyes still filled with conflict, but she gave a curt nod.

Eren let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He turned to Floch, his tone hardening. “And you,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “This ends now. No more hunting Mikasa and Levi. You’ll follow my orders, not act on your own.”

Floch bristled but reluctantly nodded. “Understood, Commander,” he muttered through gritted teeth, though his frustration was clear.

Aurora stepped back, her hand still resting on Historia’s shoulder as she watched the group slowly begin to regroup. The tension hadn’t fully dissipated, but for the first time in weeks, there was a glimmer of unity. Aurora exchanged a glance with Eren, her lips curving into a small, relieved smile. They weren’t out of the woods yet, but at least for now, they had taken a small step toward standing together against the storm that was coming.

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