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sadiecoocoo · 7 months ago

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Attack on Titan Fanfiction - The Sorrows We Drown Chp. 1

Summary - Two years after the Rumbling, the alliance has been going back and forth between Paradis and the rest of the world. On a week off, disaster strikes. People start getting sick, rumored to have caught a plague from the dead bodies still yet to be cleaned on the edges of the Rumbling's reach.

a few days later, titans destroy the new city of Liberio.

Relationships - Reiner Braun/Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun & Connie Springer, Jean Kirstein & Connie Springer, Reiner Braun & Jean Kirstein & Connie Springer, Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart

Tags - Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Psychological Horror, Horror, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Reiner Braun Needs a Hug, Reiner Braun Has Issues, sad Reiner Braun, Protective Jean Kirstein, Soft Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer is a Little Shit, could be reiner/connie/jean, still debating that, Roadtrip, but the violent running from the law kind, Post-Rumbling (Shingeki no Kyojin), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Minor Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart

Word Count - 2,583

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Notes: This could be seen as Connie/Reiner/Jean but I haven't explicitly tagged that and so far haven't written any intimate scenes between all three of them. honestly Connie is just an oblivious third-wheel during the apocalypse. the title is from the song, Writing on the Wall, by Will Stetson. it's meant to symbolize how Reiner gives himself up to protect others as a way to try and atone, and if you've listened to the Alhaitham version of the song, how Jean wants to help him. this is gonna have a bit of gore, but this chp. is mainly build up, and I do have a few chapters written already so they'll be a few weekly uploads before I catch up to where I've left off (if I don't finish it by then lol) anyways, please enjoy!

Armin hummed along to the slow, yet upbeat tune coming from the radio as he helped make dinner. It wasn’t anything fancy. Really, he hadn’t had much better than the rations from his scout days, even after the world started to heal from the Rumbling.

It had been about two years since then. In that time, Armin and the rest of the Alliance had been going back and forth between Paradis and the rest of the world for peace negotiations.

Overall, Eldians were being treated better too. There was still some resentment, bigotry didn’t go away that easily, but it was fading as time went on.

Armin and Annie had moved in together recently too. Though both of them had their own duties to take care of, they still spent plenty of time together. Sometimes he was still amazed that he and Annie, of all people, were able to work out a healthy relationship. He cherished it greatly.

The others were all doing well too. Connie, Jean, and Reiner were all living together. They visited often when there weren’t any politics to worry about. Pieck had stayed with her father, but still went with them all on diplomatic missions when needed.

Levi was healing well, though he was still bound to a wheelchair. The former captain had been staying with Gabi and Falco’s families in another town. He sent the bare minimum of letters, but they all knew he cared.

Mikasa was the only one Armin wasn’t entirely sure about how she was doing. Last time they saw each other, she had grown out her hair again, and seemed to have permanently given up being a soldier. She still had a gloomy aura around, and he doubted that would go away any time soon.

As Armin was cutting up some potatoes, there was a loud crash outside. He jumped, and accidentally cut his finger in the process. The knife clattered to the floor in his moment of panic.

“Shit,” he muttered, grabbing a cloth and placing it on his bleeding finger. He leant over to pick up the knife, then placed it in the sink to wash later.

Armin went over to the window after the crash was followed by yelling. He let out a sigh, hoping it was just another incident of road rage. There hadn’t been cars that survived the rumbling, and the roads were mangled still, but some people managed to afford one of the vehicles left.

Peering out the window, he discovered that it was indeed a small car accident. He couldn’t tell if anyone was hurt from his view, and debated for a moment going outside to check on things. He lived on the second-story of an apartment complex, so he at least got a decent bird's-eye-view.

There was muffled yelling as one man got out of his car and started towards the other. Armin was starting to get the feeling that he might be needed to break up a fight, given how the man seemed to stalk towards the car with his arms waving wildly.

He stepped away and headed towards the door. Armin left the bloodied cloth on the counter, first checking to see if his finger had stopped bleeding. It wasn’t hurting and had already scabbed over, so he figured it would be fine. He guessed he hadn’t cut too deep, despite the amount of blood at first.

Grabbing his coat, he swung it around his shoulders and walked briskly through the halls. It was a dingy place, really, with stains on the walls and wet patches on the carpet from leaking pipes. A majority of the rooms were the same story, though Armin and Annie had managed to get fairly lucky.

After rushing down the steps and heading through the small lobby, Armin opened the front door to the outside world. For a moment the change in lighting made him squint, but he quickly adjusted. It was a nice day, despite the small car crash currently in front of his apartment building.

“Hey, is everyone okay?” He yelled over to the man.

Armin jogged over to the other vehicle. The first man was standing in front of the open door, his shoulders strangely slumped. Armin stopped behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Sir, are you alright-” He stopped as soon as he saw what was happening in the driver’s seat of the vehicle.

Armin urgently pushed the first man out the way, and he backed up obediently. The driver, another man, looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties, was sat convulsing. His mouth was agape; a line of drool went down to his chin, and his eyes were rolled so far back Armin wondered if perhaps he could see his own brain.

“Get a doctor!” Armin yelled urgently, turning towards the bystanders in the streets. “Someone go get a doctor now!” He repeated.

Someone was crying in the backseat, though he hadn’t noticed it before. He rushed to the back of the car and started to pry the door open.

In the backseat there was a little girl bawling her eyes out. Armin tried to shush her gently, to reassure her that everything would be okay. He reached towards her with as calming a smile as he could muster, and she quickly leapt into his embrace. This girl couldn’t have been older than seven.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. We’ll get your Daddy some help, sweetie.” He said, rubbing her back gently. He pulled her out of the vehicle and set her on the ground, where, thankfully, a kind lady knelt down to help look after her.

As he extracted the girl from his arm, his eyes landed on his cut finger. The scab was completely gone. It had only been a few minutes since he had even been cut in the first place. If he really looked close, he thought he could see wisps of something rising from his finger.

Steam.

Doctors are not certain of the cause of the strange new affliction, but hospitals are full of its victims! It is unsure if the sickness is contagious or not, but it is recommended that people stay in their own homes for the time being. If you are experiencing symptoms of great fatigue, chills, nausea, dizziness, or seizures, do not wait to get help!

Jean put down the paper. It landed on the table with a light slap, causing Reiner and Connie to both lift their heads up expectantly.

They were just trying to have dinner. A nice meal of Butternut Squash Pasta, something only recently shown to Jean and Connie. Sometimes he wondered how Reiner could stand the transition to such shitty food, then he remembered that to Reiner this was probably a meal saved for holidays.

“Something the matter?” Reiner asked with an arched brow. The blonde had recently shaved his beard, having decided after too much teasing from both Connie and Jean that it really did make him look too old for his age.

Without answering, Jean slid the paper over to Reiner. Connie leaned over to read it as well. Jean could only put his head in his hands as he waited for their own reactions.

“There had been a few cases of plague where the cleanup wasn’t as thorough.” Reiner muttered after a moment, almost as though he were speaking to himself.

“Are seizures really symptoms for a plague, though?” Connie asked, his nose scrunched worriedly. Reiner only shrugged.

“How could this have popped up so suddenly? And so quickly?” Jean asked, though he knew none of them would have the answer. Reiner looked at him as if he were sorry he wasn’t all knowing, and Jean suppressed an eye roll.

He was so tired of Reiner looking sorry all the time. At least now the brute smiled more often.

Jean was starting to feel like he had truly gotten to know Reiner, not the Scout Reiner, or Warrior Reiner, or Titan Reiner, just Reiner. It was honestly refreshing.

He was a lot more sheepish than anyone would have guessed back in training. When he wasn’t moping around feeling guilty, he was surprisingly sweet too, and most of the time it looked like he didn’t even put any effort into it.

Jean was glad that the three of them had decided to move in together. There was no way he’d be able to survive Connie’s annoying dumbass without someone to suffer through it with, and he would prefer to not live alone.

“Either way,” Reiner started, heaving out a sigh, “There isn’t much we can do about it other than try not to catch it.” He said. The blonde had started pushing his food around on his fork mindlessly.

“Right,” Connie agreed uneasily. Jean felt bad just brushing it off like that, but they all knew, logically, plagues weren’t something that veteran soldiers and peace ambassadors could fix.

The rest of their dinner went on in relative silence. Eventually Connie started to talk about what all he saw at the ever-growing market. It seemed like every day a new part of Liberio was being rebuilt. It felt like it was in such little time too.

Once they’re all done eating, Jean takes it upon himself to clean up the kitchen. They had all fallen into a strange routine, somehow wordlessly. Connie would go to the market and get whatever they needed; sometimes they’d talk about it beforehand and sometimes the numbskull would just grab whatever for them to experiment with. Reiner would cook most often, he had a strange talent for it, despite his lack of experience. Finally, Jean would clean everything up. Of course, none of this was set in stone, it just happened naturally half the time.

Once, Reiner had gotten sick with a light fever. Both Connie and Jean were paranoid that they’d catch it, so they decided to try making something simple. It may or may not have ended with small fire, and them being banned from the kitchen unless they were preparing war rations.

Either way, they all helped around. It was a fair solution, and still gave them all plenty of time to do their own thing later, even if they had gotten a ton of paperwork to do.

Jean had picked up art again in his free time. Connie really just did whatever he was in the mood for, which was usually either annoying one of them or getting them to play some card game. He had noticed that Reiner read a lot, and occasionally saw him writing down a few things in a small journal.

Once, Jean had peeked over the blonde’s shoulder. The journal had been filled with neat cursive handwriting in what he assumed to be the Marleyan written language. He could only make out every few words, the written language was still a pain to memorize.

“Do you think we should check on Peick?” Jean asked over his shoulder as he worked on scrubbing up an annoying piece of gunk off one of the plates. “Y’know since her dad is already sick?” he added.

“Nah, don’t wanna risk giving it to them.” Reiner answered. “I’ll send a quick letter, though.” he decided.

Jean hummed to himself and went back to work.

Several hours later, long past midnight, Jean had woken up in the night with a parched throat that he couldn’t ignore. He dragged himself out of bed and slunk through the short hallway and into the kitchen again.

He poured himself a small glass of water and chugged it. He finished with a soft sigh. Jena filled the cup again and took it with him back to his bedroom.

As he was passing the bathroom, however, he heard the telltale sound of someone dry heaving. He groaned internally at the obstacle between him and going back to sleep, but knocked lightly on the door anyway.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked through the door. His voice sounded a bit deeper from sleep.

There was a sputtering cough behind the door, and Jean fought the urge to just barge in. at the lack of whinging, Jean guessed Reiner was the unfortunate soul to be getting sick.

“‘M fine!” the blonde finally answered. Though, by the way his voice shook, and the declaration was quickly followed by more coughing and dry heaving, Jean sincerely doubted that he was fine.

“You decent?” Jean asked. He was soon answered by a very pathetic sounding affirmation.

Jean quietly opened the door to see the sad sight of Reiner leaning over the toilet and fighting to not throw up. Jean shut the door behind him as he moved to the sink and turned on the water. He threw a washcloth in the sink as it ran.

After the water felt somewhat warm, he wrung out the washcloth. Jean moved to kneel down next to Riener.

He placed the warm washcloth on Reiner’s nape, trying to soothe the nausea. He rubbed Reiner’s back as well, tracing calming circles and smoothing out wrinkles in the fabric.

“Food bad, or are you getting sick?” He asked after a minute or two of relative silence.

“‘M hoping it’s the food.” Reiner answered, turning his head up ever so slightly to look at Jean. The bags under his eyes seemed impossibly darker, and Jean felt a pang of worry tighten in his chest.

His still sleep-addled mind finally remembered the damn paper. If Reiner had somehow caught the plague going around, they were all screwed. The blonde had explained that his titan would mostly keep him from being sick along with healing injuries, so his immune system was shot. Jean didn’t want to know what this new plague looked like on someone who could barely handle more than a cold.

“Yeah,” Jean mumbled in response. He continued to rub Reiner’s back, and at some point the brute had leaned into his half embrace. His head was resting on Jean’s shoulder now.

“Think you can go back to bed?” Jean asked softly. Reiner hummed a quiet affirmative in response.

It wasn’t long before Jean had helped Reiner up and gotten him to his room. Reiner staggered over to his bed and plopped face first into his pillow. He let out a groan as he reached his hand back and flung the blanket over himself haphazardly.

Jean could help the breathy laugh that escaped him. Reiner never complained about anything until he got sick, then the entire world had to know of his suffering.

Jean moved to readjust the blanket, pulling it over Reiner’s shoulders. The younger man then sat down on the edge of the bed and patted Reiner’s head playfully. The blonde leaned ever so slightly into the touch.

“If you still feel bad in the morning we should get you to a doctor.” Jean suggested softly. He knew Reiner wasn’t particularly fond of hospitals, but if there was the possibility of him having caught the plague, he would have to ignore his discomfort.

“Whatever.” Reiner mumbled into his pillow, almost quiet enough for Jean to not hear it. He lifted his hand and gave the smallest of waves, “see you in the morning.”

Jean let out another soft laugh as he patted Reiner’s head again and got up. He closed the door to Reiner’s room softly before heading back to his own room.

As he laid down on his bed, he couldn’t ignore the knot of worry worming itself in his gut.

End Notes: yay I set up some exposition!!! and gave you guys a soft moment between Reiner and Jean and also showed them living a nice and happy life… it'll TOTALLY last anyways, gore in the next chapter <3

lmk if anyone would like to be tagged in the next chapter, I'd be happy to do it!

Chp. 2

#aot #attack on titan #jeanrei #reiner braun #reijean #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #armin arlert #connie springer #whump #hurt/comfort #>:D #fanfiction

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theearlgreymage · 1 year ago

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Hello and Welcome to my grand project - May Their Blood Boil

This Fic originally started out as a small idea, meant to be a small birthday present for @ic3-que3n. And then the idea grew, because I love them and wanted to do something BIG. And then I reached out to multiple artists and friends (a complete list of those involved can be found below.) So, now this is a beast (haha) of a project. At the time of this initial posting, I have 70,000 words written for this fic -- my lovely editors and beta readers are helping to make sure each of those words is ready for uploading!!

For now, updates will come on a weekly basis.

I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary

Born in the Underground, Levi has been raised on the fringes of civilization. Never once getting to feel the sunshine on his face. But when one of his closest friend grows sick, the only way to procure the life-saving medicine is to take a dangerous job. One that will lead them above ground. Levi never would have guessed the route this treacherous job would lead them. Raised on the surface, Erwin has lived a life of lies and deception. Knowing more than he should and still nothing at all. He wants, more than anything, to uncover the mysteries that the nobility keep to themselves. Willing to go down a dark road and do whatever it takes to find the answers he seeks. When Levi and Erwin's paths cross, they find themselves inexplicably intertwined. Working together to unravel the lies that Eldia is crumbling beneath. But uncovering the truth will be tricky. The journey dangerous. All the magic in the realm serving as nothing more than a cage. And too often spilling blood is the only way to be set free.

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Rating and Additional Information Below the Cut

Fandom | Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating | Explicit

Warnings | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships | Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoe, Nanaba/Mike Zacharia

Characters | Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Moblit Berner, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Flagon (Shingeki no Kyojin), Caven (Shingeki no Kyojin), Rod Reiss, Frieda Reiss, Zeke Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, Kuchel Ackerman, Erwin Smith's Father, Nile Dok, Dot Pixis, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Annie Leonhart, Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Ymir of the 104th (Shingeki no Kyojin), Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Additional Tags | Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, POV Alternating, Magic, Blood Magic, Rebellion, Espionage, Revolution, Secrets, High Fantasy, Fights, Fist Fights, Blood, Blood and Injury, Royalty, Nobility, Illnesses, Terminal Illnesses, Loss of Limbs, Minor Character Death, Miscommunication, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Emotional Slow Burn, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Neck Kissing, Gentle Sex, Angst, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Sex, Fanart, Additional Tags to Be Added

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aspxnvii · 2 years ago

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In honor of aot/snk ending tomorrow,

and being a fan for over 10 years, I wanted to share how I started aot-

June 26th, 2013 - I was at a friend's house for a sleepover. they had all fallen asleep but i couldn't for whatever reason. my dashboard was full of gifs and art of Mikasa but i had no idea who she was, or what series she was from because no one was tagging their stuff lmao . so i searched and searched and finally found a post tagged "snk", so i immediately looked it up and found shingeki no kyojin. fast forward to that night of the sleepover, i decided to start it while everyone was asleep. i was under a huge blanket with my earbuds and i ended up watching the first 13 episodes that day. i was immediately hooked. i remember the latest episode that had come out was like 13.5 (that recap episode) and eventually i started watching weekly.

by the time we got to the female titan arc, i couldn't wait for updates weekly anymore and started reading the manga - and the rest is history.

10 years later i now have 2 attack on titan tattoos and this story has impacted me so much. i grew up with these characters, laughed with them, and cried with them . and now it all ends tomorrow. I've cried a lot this week knowing that the end is coming. of course i finished the manga years ago, but now that it will be animated and i will go through another round of grief - it hurts. but a part of me feels ready for it.

thank you Isayama and to all of WIT and MAPPA for creating this incredible story that will forever be a part of me

#snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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hungnitan · 2 years ago

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Man, watch and reading Blue Lock to catch up from anime last episode to latest chapter really tiring...

Yups I watch 24 episode (today's only the leftover 8 episode) and read for moreless 100 chapter in almost 10 hours and not sleeping at all

My verdict (anime) : it's pretty good aside the fact our mc is just too much thinker for important shots like oh come on you have that much time to think while receiving a pass to shots ? (Here I thought Mikumo world trigger is pretty busybody himself lol) so yeah it's become boring since that scene keep happening again and again until every Nagi scenes and from ep 19 Isagi Barou parts sparks some spices, Barou for having an unpredictable gameplay while Nagi... well he's Nagi (lol) no one gonna hate him !

this manga moreless like most sport manga which is predictable for overall story but unpredictable for it's process. Well I kinda like they explained a detail ways of playing soccer shogi but explaining Isagi mind working while game still on is a nono to me (lol)

For anime until episode 24 I guess it's still 7/10 for me since those 24 episode is morelike a prologue so the interesting parts came from Japan u20 vs blue lock team later which is become 8.5/10 depends on anime team can execute it better or not.

Can I recomended this manga ? For online reader it's a no. Hate to say this but sports manga especially sports using a ball is a very slow pace manga to build the tension so online manga especially weekly reader will depressed soon enough plus I can sense that manga still have a long way to go. So I recomended everyone to buy physical copy or binge watch anime after years or two later ! Why the timelag ? It's just my words of saying don't rush on this manga since it's potential still not shine enough and sadly this manga got noticed too soon because of world cup fomo that's why I hate fomo lol. So far the only thing I appreciate in this manga is the fact I know Nagi like soccer gameplay is exist just like Aomine Kurobas impossible plays do. That's just shows how much Blue Lock still not cover soccer team play deeply and still like diamond in the rough.

PS : I firsthandly thought of Border (World Trigger) for blue lock facility while Shingeki no Kyojin and Drifters on the characters distorted eyes and smiles (lol)

#blue lock #just as I thought #famous anime lately came from the most realistic manga #like that manga explained how harsh world we live in (lol)#or the real gore scenes #believe or not I thought of this around 15 years ago #that time is when uneccessary echii and harem anime still resolve around like a stupid food for stupid watcher (lol)#around that time I thought “why anime producer only think disgusting male otaku as their audience ?”#its same around the time hoyo still not released genshin #like “hoyo you can make otto so beautifully so why focused on hi3 which is male centric players ?”#hahahaha it feels funny to think about those old times again #while still on it i recommend to read world trigger and drifter manga #for world trigger until in middle parts its pretty boring but later on its very good #and yeah its mc pretty annoying with their own world but world trigger mc is more bearable in later chapters (lol)#for drifters I can say its hidden gems just too bad seems writer already forgotten about it since I can't remember when the latest update

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ererichi · 4 years ago

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You know what? I’m going to start a post where I post one reaction image to describe every week’s episode until I probably get to one episode where I completely fade off the earth (you know which one ˡᵐᵃᵒ ᵇʸᵉ).

#and it's going to be called #weekly shingeki #tbd

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shrekisshrimpthesimp · 3 years ago

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War of Hearts

Erwin Smith X FReader

Word Count: 2,949

Warning: ANGST 😇, also this is my very first attempt at smut lol 👼, this is trash most likely haha, aot canon timeline is not followed hahahahehehe

A/N: you ever had those times when you hear a song and all these ideas for a fic just come rushing inside your head lol ok this was inspired by War of Hearts, a song by Ruelle, and clearly I got carried away haha

'Is your mission clear, sweetheart?', he whispered in your ears, his breath intoxicated with cigarettes.

'Yes', you replied as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. His hand caressing your naked body. His palm fondled your breast while his other hand grabbed your jaw to face him.

'This mission is yours to complete Y/N. I'll trust you won't let me down. Now, look at me', he commanded as he lifted your face, staring directly into your eyes. 'Tell me Y/N, who's the target?'

'Erwin Smith.'

'And what is it that you will do to him?'

'Assassinate him.'

'And why would you do that?'

'To avenge my father.

And to avenge me.'

'Good girl.'

The rain was pouring hard on this dark, cold night. But you were wrapped in the warm embrace of your lover. The man you were supposed to kill. As you nestled against the crook of his neck, with your bare bodies pressed close to each other, the conversation with the man who hired you loomed in your head. You are so close to him. You could easily slit his throat at this very moment. But you can't bear to do it. You weren't supposed to fall in love. That was not part of the plan. The stoic and tough commander, no one ever thought someone would be able to break his walls. But you did. You cunning, wicked woman. The cruelty of the world underground has trained you to soften the hardest of hearts, to tweak the logical minds and to manipulate the innocent souls. That's how you got Erwin Smith wrapped around your fingers. But you wish it was all that. But fate is cruel. You thought you were the wicked one. Yet fate is more evil. How could fate send you to a man who was the gentlest soul you've ever known? How could fate send you to a man who has the warmest touch you've ever felt? How could fate send you to kill a man who has loved you with all his heart, body and soul? All your life, you've known cruelty but not until this very moment. You thought cruelty was all the beatings, the bruises, the rapings and the tortures. But no, there was far more worse cruelty. And tonight you realized what that is. Being caught up in a forbidden love.

You raised your head from the crook of his neck. You cupped his cheeks and whispered into his ears, 'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?',. Your warm lips pressed a kiss on his forehead and slowly lifted his hands on your waist and removed yourself from his embrace. You got up, careful not to make any sound and dressed yourself. Before opening the door, you looked back at him. He was sleeping peacefully, as if he wasn't lying with a traitor just a few minutes ago. The guilt in your heart torments you. As you left his room, the corridors were silent. Only the crackling of the burning fire can be heard. The light was dim but you noticed the shadow of a man. When you looked up, you discovered humanity's strongest soldier. He was leaning against the wall, staring into the dark, rainy sky.

'Captain, I did not expect to see you here', you uttered in surprise.

'Tsk, I know he's fucking you, but I don't trust you Y/N.', he glared into your eyes and walked past you, 'I'm watching you'.

His statement shocked your core. Captain Levi has never been a trusting person. But you were careful, you made sure no one ever finds out. Yet the fact that you came from the underground made Levi more suspicious of you. As someone who came from the underground himself, he knows what kind of people the underground breeds. You haven't done anything alarming, yet, but with his growing suspicions, you have to act now and complete what you were supposed to do. You clenched your fist as tears began rolling into your eyes.

—

'There's a traitor among us Erwin', Hange exclaimed, slamming her hands against the commander's desk.

'I am aware Hange', the commander calmly responded.

'Then we have to act now! You're their target Erwin. Who knows they might've already sent someone to assassinate you', Hange told him.

'What do you think Levi?', she asked the captain.

Levi looked at her in silence then he turned to Erwin, 'Tsk'.

'I already have my eyes on someone', Erwin revealed.

'Then tell us Erwin!', Hange demanded.

'I can't Hange. We have to be careful', he told her.

'I trust your judgement, Erwin', Levi sternly expressed to the commander. And he left, Hange following him.

Erwin sighed. He hated this. He hated that he knew. He hated this gamble. He hated that his gamble is you. You were his sweet, little Y/N. The woman he never would've thought would open the doors to his closed heart. The love he never expected to find in this cruel world. When you came to the regiment, you were just another soldier in his eyes. But you charmed him with your wits and your strength. And before he knew it, he was captivated by you. And he knew that you felt the same, but did you?

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Erwin knocked on the door to your room but there was no response. When he opened it, you weren't there. On days like this, when you are nowhere to be found, he knows exactly where to find you. To your secret hideaway. An abandoned cottage beyond the forest near the regiment's headquarters. But Erwin knew who used to own the property before. Lovof, he was called. A nobleman whose greed wanted to destroy the country of Paradis. But Erwin got to him first, causing his downfall. As to how you discovered that place, Erwin is uncertain. Lovof had that property built as a gift. Erwin only had suspicions. Suspicions he doesn't know if he can rely on. But that place has also become a special one for him. It was not just your hideaway but it was also his. It's the place where he is not the tough, stoic commander, but the warm and gentle lover. The moon has always looked beautiful from that place. It was also where you shared your first kiss together, and many more firsts after that. It has slowly become a home for the both of you, a world away from the grueling harshness of military life.

And you were there, sitting just outside the cottage. The moon's brightness illuminated the beautiful features of your face. You looked gorgeous like a goddess, basking under the moon's glory. When you heard someone approaching, you slowly looked their way.

'Erwin', you called him.

'I-', before you could finish what you were about to say his lips crashed into yours. Kissing you fervently and hungrily. You opened your mouth and allowed his tongue to explore the warm caverns of yours. And as you were running out of breath, he broke the kiss, grabbed your hand and led you inside. He hurriedly closed the door and pushed you against it. His left hand lifted the cheeks of your ass as he settled himself between your legs. His thick thighs directly against your clothed cunt. He was nibbling your neck, leaving marks as he guided your waist to grind into his thighs. His hand then found the buttons of your uniform, removing them revealing your chest. In a matter of seconds he unclasped your bra and his mouth sucked on your breasts while his other hand massaged your other boob. You moaned at the sensation. The sound you created only turned him on more. His lips pressed into yours again, your hands wrapped around his neck and he carried you into the bed. As you lied with your back against the mattress, he undressed himself. Removing his white polo, his pants and setting his throbbing cock free from its fabric constraints. He looked at you like a predator about to gobble up his prey and pulled your pants down, tossing it on the floor with your underwear. His index finger gathered the slick from your wet folds as he slowly inserted two digits in your dripping cunt. When he was sure you were stretched enough, he guided his cock into your pussy. His thrusts were slow at first but when you looked at him with those eyes begging for more, he slowly pulled out his cock and rammed it back again. Only this time, faster and rougher. You held into his strong biceps as he pounded into you like a beast. But you loved the feeling. You crossed your legs at the back of his waist, locking him and pulling him in. You were close, he could feel it, as you tightened against his cock and as your grips became stronger. And he was too, his cock was twitching inside your pussy. And with a few more thrusts you came undone and as he fucked you through your high, he grunted as he realeased his cum inside you. His lips found yours and he kissed you passionately. It was slow and filled with desires, of unspoken feelings. Then he pulled out and crashed beside you and pulled you into his embrace. His big hands gently caressing your tiny back. He held you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And you laid like that for quite a while. No words spoken, just two forbidden hearts beating for each other. Then he finally said something.

'Do it Y/N', he whispered in your ears.

'What?', you got up in surprise. 'What are you talking about Erwin?'

'Do what you were sent here to do, my love', he gently cupped your cheeks. The look in his eyes is the look of a man who has completely succumbed to his fate. A look you never would've imagined you'd see in Erwin's eyes. But there he is, before you, in his most vulnerable state, prepared to die in your treacherous hands. Today was the day Erwin decided to confront you. He was a brilliant strategist. A brilliant commander. A brilliant man. He could've come up with plans that are much preferable than him dying. But if he's not the one to die, then it would be you. If you get convicted with treason, death penalty awaits you. Or if you put up a fight, he was sure Levi wouldn't hesitate to kill you. And he doesn't want that. He doesn't want you to get hurt, he wants to protect you. In this very moment, love has weakened the strongest commander. His rational mind lost to the love he felt and his heart. And he has no regrets. He came here and made love to you accepting that tonight is the night it all ends.

Tears slowly began falling from your eyes and he gently wiped them. The decision to end him has been tormenting you, but he has made that choice for you. He didn't want you burdened by such choices anymore. You despised this. But there was no other way.

You took something from the bedside table. And looked at him.

'I'm sorry.'

He smiled at you. You injected the syringe and he closed his eyes.

—

Erwin awoke feeling the sting of a hard slap on his face, followed by a hard punch.

'Zeke, stop', a familiar voice pleaded.

When he looked up he saw you holding the blonde man back.

'I told you to kill him Y/N. But you brought him back here, alive. He's mine to kill now. As to how, that's up to me', he glared at you.

He started kicking Erwin mercilessly.

'Look at you, the high and mighty commander of the military looking so helpless in front of me. Too bad, you fell for the vixen I sent to kill you', Zeke smirked looking down at Erwin.

'Oh by the way Y/N, before he dies won't you do the honor of telling him your real name?', Zeke told you.

You looked down, ashamed to look at the beaten man in front of you. 'My name…is Y/N Lovof'.

Erwin's eyes widened. You were Lovof's daughter. The daughter of the man he sent to his death.

'Yes, that's right Commander. She's the daughter of the nobleman you doomed. His father was lucky, dying easily like that. Meanwhile his daughter left to starve and fend for herself. Eventually finding herself sold to human traffickers in the underground. Slaved, beaten, tortured, raped, b-'

'Stop it Zeke!', you screamed.

'What now Y/N? Are you ashamed of your past?', Zeke chuckled. 'Don't worry Y/N, with his death, Paradis will fall and the Yeagerists will rise. We'll rule this nation Y/N, and all those who've caused you pain, we'll eliminate them. One. By. One.', he whispered in your ears.

You glared at Zeke, turning your back on him and leaving the room where he chained up Erwin. You couldn't bear to kill the man you love so you drugged him to make him lose his consciousness and brought him to Zeke. You thought that if he dies in Zeke's hands, you won't feel as guilty. But you were wrong. You felt so guilty you wanna throw up. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how you're supposed to avenge your father and yourself. This is what you wanted wasn't it?

—

'I'm getting bored, Commander. I think I'll kill you now.', Zeke said while loading bullets in his gun.

And as he directed the gun on Erwin's forehead, he heard gunshots coming outside the room. This was his private estate. No one was supposed to know where this place was. No one. Unless, someone betrayed him.

'Y/N!', Zeke shouted as he raced out of the room, leaving Erwin chained up.

When Zeke went outside, he saw a familiar face coming inside.

'Look at your current state Erwin. It's disgusting', Levi told him as he unbuckled his chains.

'How did you know where I was Levi?'

'I'll tell you later, let's go.'

Levi assisted him, going out of the room.

As they were about to escape, Zeke maniacally shouted.

'Commander!'.

Erwin and Levi turned around and they saw you, Zeke hostaging you, his gun directed at your head.

'I won't let you leave easily', Zeke chuckled. 'Your life or hers? Choose.' he grinned.

You caught Zeke by surprise when you kicked him and elbowed him in the face, setting yourself free from his hold. And as you held him back, you looked at Erwin.

'Go!', you shouted.

Erwin hesitated and reached out for you but Levi grabbed him.

You were strong. But Zeke was stronger, it was getting hard holding him down. But you had to make sure they were far enough.

'You're a traitor through and through Y/N', Zeke snarled at you.

'I'm tired Zeke', you told him, tears falling down from your eyes. You looked outside and saw that they were finally in a safe distance. You slowly let Zeke go and grabbed something from your pocket.

'What are you doing Y/N?', his eyes widened when he noticed your body wrapped with bombs covered by your clothes.

'Let's end this Zeke', you stared at him in the eye and pushed the button.

'Y/N, st-'

The estate fell into an explosion.

Erwin was about to get inside the carriage when he heard the bomb exploded. When he saw the estate blowing up, he desperately tried to run back to you.

'Y/N', he called even though he knew it was to no avail.

'Erwin, your wounds', Hange reminded him.

'No, I have to get her', Erwin coughed up blood and could barely walk.

'Stop being so pathetic Erwin', Levi told him off as he knocked him unconscious.

—

'How was your sleep?', a sweet voice asked him.

When he opened his eyes he saw you. He was sleeping comfortably in your lap while you gently combed his blonde locks with your fingers.

'I've slept well my love', he responded as he got up planting a kiss on your lips.

'I love you Y/N', he told you as he rested his forehead into yours, his hand cupping your cheeks.

You smiled back at him. 'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?'

—

Erwin awoke in a room familiar to him. He was back at the headquarters, in the bedroom connected to his office. It was night time. When he looked out the window, the moon was full and shining ever so brightly. He slowly got up and scanned the room. He saw Levi and Hange.

'Does it hurt anywhere Erwin?', Hange asked.

Erwin looked down. His eyes filled with sadness and regret. 'My heart Hange', Erwin smiled sadly.

Levi then handed him a piece of paper.

'What's this?', he asked.

'You asked me how I knew. It was Y/N. She told me where you were. She confessed everything. And she told me to give this to you.', Levi explained.

Erwin opened the piece of paper.

'The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn't it?'

These were your favorite words. The night you confessed to him, you used these. Erwin didn't understand it at first and thats when you kissed him. 'It means I love you, silly', you told him.

Erwin just stared at the paper. You visited him in his sleep, he didn't know that was the last time he'll ever see you. If he knew, he would've stayed beside you. He would rather stay inside a dream than live a reality without you.

Erwin has led and won many wars. But the only war he lost was the war of hearts.