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Title: The Pelican Also Thinks It Was Eren’s Fault

Characters: Eren, Mikasa, Armin

Syn: A trip to the beach holds plenty of opportunities for things to fuck up. (Modern AU)

“Armin?”

“Yeah?”

Eren squinted against the brightness above him.

“You ever think about how pelicans have, like, jaw sacks?”

Armin turned to his best friend, looking only somewhat horrified.

“No. I don’t.”

“How about you, Miks?”

She didn’t even bother to open her eyes. “I definitely don’t.”

“Well….do you think they could eat a person?”

Armin returned his distressed gaze to Eren once more.

“No??” he responded.

“Then why is that one watching us like that?” Eren contested, pointing off to their left. Sure enough, perched on the pier was an unusually interested pelican, jaw-sack wobbling at the ready.

“It’s probably hoping we don’t steal its catch.”

“I’m thinking we’re its catch.”

“Being friends with you is so stressful,” Mikasa sighed.

“And when I save us all from the goddamn top predator of the ocean, you’ll be sorry you said it.”

“‘Kay,” exhaled his friends in unison. Nevertheless, Eren, brave and steadfast, did not relinquish his vigilance over the threat.

When sunbathing became boring, Armin and Eren went combing for shells, the former spewing fact after fact about the creature each abandoned shell may have belonged to, as well as the ones that were, in fact, current residents. Eventually, Mikasa caught up with them- mainly concerned that, with all the prodding he was doing, Eren was going to end up on the wrong side of some poor critter’s temper.

The tide came forward, lapping at their ankles. Their fellow beach-goers drifted away, one by one, until they had the shore all to themselves. Eren, in a lull of conversation, stole a glance at Mikasa, who returned his gaze suspiciously. Then, with a grin, he shoved his body into hers, shouting, “Beach tag!” before darting towards the pier.

Mikasa rose from the sand, dusted herself off, and shot off after him at a speed that could cut bullets. Beneath his growing sunburn, goosebumps rose on Armin’s arms.

He watched as she all but drop-kicked the now-screaming Eren, sending them both tumbling into the sand.

“Beach tag!” she declared, running back towards Armin. Breathless, yet still relentless as ever, Eren got to his feet and chased after her.

They danced in circles around their best friend, Mikasa teasing, Eren trying to outsmart her, outrun her, out anything her- and failing. Finally, to Armin’s relief, she led him to the water, where they stomped awkwardly as it rose to their ankles, and then their thighs. Eventually, once it had reached their stomachs, Mikasa submerged herself and began to swim away- at a speed that, naturally, would make a torpedo jealous.

Eren, never one to give up, swam after her. Armin simply watched, in utter awe of how one human being could move so quickly, and how the other could deny such obvious defeat for so long.

He then dropped his eyes down to his sand-caked toes, where little creatures sat in their homes, musing over the fact that, where Mikasa had the athletic ability of an Olympian and Eren had the persistence of a door-to-door salesman, his only real skill was knowing the proper name for each kind of shell they’d all come across. Remarkable, granted, but not very handy, and therefore not very impressive, he supposed.

Something slammed into him, and he swore he flew for a moment before landing in the wet sand, a beach crab scuttling back into its hole as his face landed before it.

“Beach tag!” called Eren and Mikasa in unison, giggling. Their laughter died, however, when Armin didn’t get up.

Eren bent over him, concerned. “Armin? You okay?”

“I need a moment,” Armin murmured, still in shock from the sudden impact.

“We don’t have a moment,” Eren objected. He grabbed him by the arm, pulling him to his feet. “Daylight’s burning, and we’ve got to make the most of our day. Let’s see how deep we can go into the water.”

“Eren-” Armin stammered as he was pulled towards the water. “You know I can’t swim.”

“You’ll be fine,” he assured him. “Just hold onto me when dog paddling doesn’t work anymore, okay?”

With the kind of trust that can only exist between people like them, Armin relented.

“Okay.”

Playing in the ocean could be fun, Armin realized. Not because fighting the frivolous physics of water was any fun in and of itself, but because clinging to Eren as he jumped wave after wave was, unexpectedly, quite the rush.

“That one was easy!” he exclaimed, laughing. They’d hardly hopped before the wave had passed.

“I think the ocean’s scared,” Eren agreed.

“Poseidon quivers before us!” Armin shouted.

Eren, in turn, yelled, “Fuck off!”- assumedly to Poseidon himself.

They soon found that the ocean wasn’t too fond of obscenities.

“That’s…..a big one,” Armin warned, pointing to the oncoming wave.

“We can take it,” Eren assured him. “Just hold your breath, just in case.”

“Alright.” He tightened his grip on his back. Eren tensed, gathering a breath, trying to time it with the wave’s arrival.

“On the count of three, Ar. One….two…...th- OH SHI-”

The wave slammed into them with the force of a giant. Armin instantly lost his grip on Eren, and he began to flail in panic, trying to discern up from down so he could at least get his head above water.

Eren, who’d managed to get a gasp of air between the current’s constant shoves, forced himself upward in a lull of waves, spotted his best friend, and made a beeline toward him, submerging himself once more.

Armin watched with stinging eyes as a figure took hold of him and hauled him upward. They broke the surface, gasping, and Eren struggled to sling Armin’s arm across his shoulders.

The two had just managed to stabilize themselves when they heard low roaring.

Armin looked to his right and nearly froze.

Eren looked to his left and began to drone nervously.

“......hhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeyyyy, Armin?”

“Yes?”

“We’re…..really far from shore.”

“That’s the least of our worries.”

Oh, no.

“.....how big is it.”

“It’s already scaring me, and we’ve at least got a half-minute before it gets to us.”

“Can….can lifeguards see us out this far?”

The boys met eyes.

“MIKASA!!!” they screeched. “MIKASAAAAAAAA!!!”

Amidst their screams, a shadow fell over them. Armin turned back and squeaked, fingers digging into Eren’s shoulder.

Eren only managed to get out a quick, “IMFUCKINGSORRYPOSEIDON-” Before they were thrown underwater once more.

As Armin struggled to move in the direction he supposed to be upwards, he passively wondered if this is how he would go out. In the goddamn ocean, in the 21st century, likely not a mile from the shore. What an unbelievably stupid death.

He was all but ready to start demanding a better reincarnation when someone grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him up.

It was none other than the goddess herself, Mikasa Ackerman.

“Are you alright?” she asked him, draping his arm over her shoulders.

Struggling to do anything but breathe, Armin simply nodded.

“Good,” she sighed. “Because, once we get to shore, I’m kicking your ass.”

“What...about…”

“Eren is getting back to land on a boogie board. Alone.”

“Mikasa….it’s dang-”

Mid-sentence, Armin realized how calm the water had actually become. Flabbergasted, he turned back to Mikasa, who had already begun to head to shore.

Even Poseidon feared the Ackermans, he guessed.

A few minutes after they’d managed to reach land, Eren washed up at the water’s edge, heaving breaths as sand soaked his cheeks.

Having already regained her composure, Mikasa shot a searing glance at him from above her sunglasses.

“Enjoy your trip?”

“I hate the ocean,” Eren croaked. He pointed an accusing finger at her. “And you are the cruelest being known to mankind. I can hardly fucking move my legs.”

“But did you die?”

Reasonably, that shut him up. Mikasa relaxed into her chair, adjusting her sunglasses.

“We leave in fifteen minutes, by the way.”

Eren and Armin shared a glance. “Good,” they chorused.

From atop the pier, the same pelican from hours before took notice. Eren, who swore he could hear it laughing at them, flipped it the proverbial bird.

“Nothing like a good meal after a near-death experience.”

“Oh, please,” Mikasa scoffed. “You two would’ve been perfectly fine.”

“I don’t know, Mikasa.” Armin swallowed his bite, covering his mouth with one hand as he spoke. “If you hadn’t gotten to us in time, there’s no telling how long we might’ve lasted.”

“Speaking of which, Eren?”

“What?”

She pointed at him. “You’re paying. For all of us.”

His shoulders slumped. “Oh, come on!” he complained. “I already had to boogie board myself back to shore, after almost drowning! I mean- Armin was there, too!”

“And who dragged him there?” Armin mused.

“Hey,” Eren argued, “you never said no.”

“Unenthusiastic consent is not consent, Eren.”

“He’s right,” Mikasa agreed. “This was your fault. You’re paying meals and gas money the rest of the way home.”

“Fine,” Eren conceded. “Under one condition.”

“What.”

“My mom never hears about this.”

Mikasa squinted. “We’ll see,” she said, sipping her tea.

AN: My very first Fix for Fix!! @the-eren-plush-blog , thank you so much for the ko-fis!! I hope this was what you had in mind. <333

#snk #sorry though this felt so...bad #I guess im a little rusty #i havent written in a long time #shiganshina trio #still I hope you liked it!!!#ur blog always makes me smile

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Title: Dust to Dust

Pairing: Ladybug/ Chat Noir

Syn: A party of one isn’t much fun.

It’s very quiet out, and very late. Paris’s Messiah, the Ladybug herself, sits on a silent rooftop with her legs folded and her arms crossed around them, her chin resting atop one knee. She thinks about how she can feel autumn’s chill on her mouth, but nowhere else. She thinks about how she traded patrol shifts with Chat Noir this week because of her developing habits of insomnia, and the increasingly suffocating air of her room. She thinks about how the idolized hero of the city is really just a vessel for something greater, a tired girl wearing magical armor in place of the coat everyone else has.

Someone drops down beside her, almost soundless in his landing. Nevertheless, she knows he’s there.

“You know, My Lady, I could’ve done this myself.”

She buries her mouth into her arms. “You always take the night shifts,” she tells him. “I just figured it was only fair that I take a few.”

“Ah, but something tells me it’s not so much about fairness. My kitty senses are picking up some insomnia. Maybe a bit of melancholy.”

She glances at him, frowning. “What do you mean?”

Taking a seat beside her, he says, “I mean that you wanted an excuse to go out and mope around. Am I right?”

“I’m sorry, but I am not-”

“It’s all fine, LB. It’s exactly what I do on these shifts.”

That silences her. She can’t quite imagine Chat Noir….moping.

“Anyway, I meant to say that you don’t have to do it alone. We’re partners, remember?”

Her frown deepens. “I think we have very different ideas of what that means.”

“No,” he argues. “I don’t think we do.”

“I mean, for one thing, I don’t think you’re obligated to stay with me during a night shift just because we’re partners.”

“I know,” he says. “Neither do I.”

She gives him a troubled look. “Then why find me? Why stay?”

“Well,” he reasons, “because I want to. And because you’re no more obligated to be alone than I am to stay with you.”

“Oh,” she says.

“And, you know, maybe I want to mope, too. Maybe I like my night shifts.”

She turns her entire head to look at him, laying it across her arms. “I can understand that.”

He mimics her position and tries for a soft smile. “And I’ve only ever wanted you to understand.”

They lock eyes for a moment, and it feels continuous and eternal when she returns his smile. Eventually, she feels vulnerable and embarrassed, so she drops her gaze to the cement they sit on.

“What do you normally do?” she asks. “When you mope?”

“I just think,” he says. “Maybe sing a little tune. Fall in love, a little, with my own loneliness. Throw a nice little pity party.”

“Am I invited to this party?”

He smirks. “Do you pity me?”

“In some ways,” she answers with a reciprocating simper. “But mostly, I’m just jealous.”

“Jealous?” he scoffs.

“Mm-hm. Jealous.”

“Of what?”

“Your party.” She raises her eyebrows. “You throw better pity parties than I ever could.”

At this, he chuckles. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or a jab.”

“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment,” she assures him. “I didn’t even know what a good pity party was like until tonight. And I have to say, I’m having a great time.”

“Glad to hear it. You’re a perfect guest.”

“So I’m invited?”

“I came to you, didn’t I?”

“I guess you did,” she says. “Thanks.”

They fall into silence. Internally, Chat Noir laughs at the notion- Ladybug, jealous of him, of all people.

Still, he knows, he can’t fault her. She has no way of knowing just how dead these night shifts really are, without her around. Of knowing that this is his first good pity party, too.

Sometime later in the night, far later than either of them knows is necessary, Ladybug rests her head on her partner’s shoulder.

“I’m glad you came,” she tells him quietly.

He wraps an arm around her, resting his head on hers.

“Me, too,” he says.

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #chat noir #ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #im just gonna keep writing little blurbs of tired kids keeping one another company #bc it makes me- a tired kid- feel better #anyway I named this after a civil wars song #just like EVERYTHING ELSE

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Prompt 86- I got you a present.

Title: Of Brithday Gifts and Certain Death

Syn: It is supposedly Armin’s birthday. Eren, as usual, makes mistakes.

“Happy birthday!”

Armin frowned at his best friends, who had just sprung out from behind the living room couch upon his arrival.

“Thanks,” he said, the pointedness of the expression lost to its recipients.

“You’re welcome!” Eren chirped. “You wanna see your present?”

“I’ll pass.”

“Excellent, just come wi-” he stopped. “Wait, what did you just say?”

“He said he’ll pass,” Mikasa told him.

“But…..why?”

Armin gave him yet another pointed expression in response. The pointedness was received, but not understood.

“I’m not in the mood,” he said, turning brusquely into the hallway, where his door all but slammed shut behind him.

Eren sadly put a paper party horn to his lips and blew. Mikasa, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, blew a party horn of her own comfortingly.

“What do you think is up with him?” he asked her.

“He’s probably just tired,” she told him. “Might’ve been a long day at the bookstore. I can talk with him for you, if you want.”

“No, that’s fine. I’ll do it.”

Mikasa gave him a look.

“What?” he asked.

“No offense, Eren,” she said, “but you’re not the best with one-on-ones.”

“I am too,” he objected. “Remember when Annie was really down and I went in to talk to her?”

“She was having a migraine, and you kept knocking on her door. Loudly.”

“So?” “Even when she obviously didn’t want to talk at all.”

“And?”

“She beat you up.”

“Well she felt better afterwards, didn’t she?”

“Because you were unconscious, yes.”

“Anyway, the point is, I can make people feel better. And Armin should be having a good birthday, so I’m going to make it a good birthday. Watch me.”

He rose, smug as all hell, and Mikasa observed as he sauntered down the hallway and straight into his doom.

“Close the door behind you.”

Eren took a double-take at the scene before him.

Armin sat in his crappy swiveling desk chair, legs crossed beneath a steeple of fingers whose pinnacle sat directly between two dead, icy blues.

Eren gathered his courage.

“Hey…...Arm-”

“Have a seat.”

Confused, Eren glanced around himself. No seat in sight. Armin’s bed was all the way across the room, behind him.

“Do you have an extra chair, or-”

“Sit on the ground like the plebeian you are.”

Oh. He was dealing with this Armin tonight.

As he often did, he found himself wishing he had listened to Mikasa.

“Now,” said the Dark Lord, “Let me ask you a few questions.”

Quietly, Eren said, “Okay.”

“First of all, Eren. What day is it?”

Eren furrowed his brow. “Friday?”

“Friday the what, Eren?”

“The…...third?”

“Of?”

“November?”

Armin held the pause that followed, filling it only with the scrutiny of his relentless gaze. Eren wanted nothing more than to stare at his hands in that moment, but he knew that to break eye contact was to step on the landmine he had, seemingly, found himself near.

Finally, when Eren felt as though he was about to crumple under the pressure the silence held, Armin continued.

“You’re positive about that?”

“About what?”

“Today’s date.”

And, almost immediately, Eren knew: he’d fucked up.

“Just tell me what day it actually is,” he sighed, “so I can get a good idea of how exactly screwed I am.”

“It is November 17th, I’m taking my gift, and I advise you to pack your bags.”

“Pack my...bags?” Eren went pale. “You’re going to run me out of the country?!”

“Not necessarily. But you are in for one hell of a guilt trip.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. That was the-”

“Yeah, okay, I get it now. Clever.”

“Thank you. Now leave.”

Eren left, and spent the rest of the month moping over his best friend’s infamous silent treatment, without so much as a Mikasa to comfort him, as she had been taken by the birthday boy and convoluted to his sadistic will (i.e., Armin hogged her attention because it rubbed salt in Eren’s wounds).And from then on, he never lost track of the days again, for fear of permanently losing Armin to his own petty nature.

The End.

AN: A belated birthday gift for @sonderous-opia. I’m sorry it’s so late!! (this was my way of making fun of myself, lol. Feel free to go Dark Armin on me). Still, I hope you enjoyed it. Happy birthday, hon!

#snk #im laughing because its december 3rd #well december 4th now #sorry it's so short ;_;

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Title: Mon Étoile, Ta Promesse

Pairing: Marinette/Chat Noir

Synopsis: Not everything has to be a secret, Marinette finds.

“Shooting star. Make a wish.”

Marinette made a wish.

Chat slid curious eyes over to her. “What’d you wish for?” he asked, a small smile lighting his mouth.

She shook her head; she had seen that question coming from a mile away.

“You’re not supposed to tell,” she reminded him with a chuckle. “Otherwise, it won’t come true.”

He scoffed, impatient as ever. “I’ve never believed that crap. Why would telling someone what you want make it any less likely to happen?”

“Well,” she reasoned, “maybe the Universe doesn’t like letting people in on its secrets. Especially nosy, loudmouthed kitties.”

“I’m not nosy,” he insisted. “I’m just curious.”

“And what did curiosity do to the cat?”

“Not anything satisfaction couldn’t help, from what I hear.”

“I don’t know, Chat. Sometimes, you don’t get the answers you’re looking for.”

He shrugged. “I mean, any answer is fine in my book.”

Curiously, Marinette tensed a little. “Well, sometimes, there isn’t an answer at all.”

“But isn’t that an answer in itself?” He gave her an inquisitive look; she didn’t meet his eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she told him, her words quiet.

“You’re a terrible liar, Princess.” Ruefully, he smiled at her again, reaching a hand to rest on her shoulder. “Come on. What’s bothering you?”

“I’ve just been thinking,” she said. “A lot.”

“As you do,” he pressed.

“And, I don’t know. I get…..scared. Sometimes.”

“Scared?” He moved closer, examining her expression. Her arms drew in around her torso as he did, and he froze, frowning. “What could possibly scare a girl like you?”

She snorted. “Oh, lots of things. Lots of people.”

“Like?”

“Well.” She kept her eyes fixed on the horizon, a sea of black and gold winking at her from its vast distance. It jeered at her, laughed, and she felt so small. “Like you,” she said.

And at this, Chat Noir couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Me?” he snickered. “Your friendly neighborhood Cat Man, bringer of justice and bad puns? That scares you?”

“Not that,” she assured him with a light smile of her own. “Just the fact that...well. The fact that I care about you. That scares me.”

“Hey,” he said, pulling her to his side. “If it helps any, I care about you too.”

“That helps a little,” she admitted.

“Am I less scary now?”

“Definitely,” she conceded, relaxing into him.

A breeze passed through them, warm with the city’s collective breath, and he said, “I hope you wished for peace of mind.”

“And what if I didn’t?”

“Then I’ll just have to wish it for you.”

With a giggling hum, she planted the most fleeting of kisses on his cheek.

“That’s sweet, Chaton,” she told him. “But I thought we agreed that saying it out loud isn’t a good idea.”

Chat grinned, all black, gold, and pink. “Well, I guess the Universe is just going to have to get over itself,” he said. “Because it’s going to come true.”

Marinette could have come up with a thousand quips to mask the warmth in her chest that his words brought, but her voice couldn’t seem to function properly. So instead, she opted to tousle his hair, hooking one arm around his waist.

“If you say so,” she finally sighed. His arm securing itself around her shoulders told her, I know so.

She looked back out into the night, where the city, for a moment, seemed to hold its peace.

AN: We can all just safely assume that Chat drops by Mari’s place to chill regularly, right? Right.

#marichat #ladynoir #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #also shooting stars in paris??#totally visible

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“You. Me. Mikasa. Diary. Roadtrip.” After a nervous breakdown at his own graduation party, Armin has decided to avoid rehab and go on a road trip, by Eren’s suggestion, to get to the roots of the question that ruined him.

CH 33 | The Final Question

Summary: Armin, Eren, and Mikasa make one final stop at Armin’s aunt’s house for the night. He is left with a final, pointed question- the only one that matters, he decides..

Excerpt: I could tell, by the purse of her lips as they finished forming the question, that she saw it all. Every bruise, scratch, scar, and burn I’d earned on the road and in that house. She saw worlds destroyed and created, people coming and going, loving and abandoning me, hating me, making me hate them, feelings so unbearably overwhelming they almost killed me in the best way, in the worst way. She saw the incredible and the terrible and the funny and the solemn, the exhaustion brought from the laughter, the sobs, and the silence. The late night adventures, and the midday dreams.

She saw the myth recycle itself, over and over, until it became a mosaic of its own story. She saw everything.

#snk #armin arlert #eremika #aruani #road trip au #eren jaeger #eren yeager #annie leonhardt #mikasa ackerman #aot #multichapter

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CH 32 | Inevitable, Impossible Reconstruction

Summary: Slowly but surely, Arrmin re-discovers his relationship with his best friends.

Excerpt: No, rather than coherent trains of inner dialogue and analysis, the mild silences in the Jaegermobile were filled with formless thoughts that plagued me, visions and daydreams and memories. What’s the point, much like a formidable archnemesis, would occasionally taunt me from a distant point in the air, but for the most part, my head would suffocate in images of Annie and her house.

#multichapter #snk #aruani #eremika #armin arlert #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman

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Prompt 76: “You need to wake up, because I can’t do this without you.”

Title: Suspicion, Vengeance, And Tighty Whiteys

Pairing: Eren/ Mikasa

Syn: Eren Jaeger is full of terrible ideas. Mikasa seemingly forgot this when she agreed to become an accomplice to his latest scheme. Not that she knows what, exactly, that scheme entails.

“Hey,” he said. “Hey.”

Mikasa turned over from her prone position on the bunk, blankets swirled around her torso, her hair a wild, dark curtain over her flat expression.

“What,” she croaked.

Eren shook her shoulder as he spoke, hoping to shake her into full consciousness.

“We had a deal,” he whispered, “and I need you to hold up your end of it.”

“It’s too late for this,” she groaned, turning back into her coffin of sheets decisively. Though her words were muffled through the fabric, Eren heard her clearly when she said, “Go to bed.”

“Mikasa.” He lowered himself to her level, mild, awkward panic ending his consonants with emphasis and urgency. “You promised you would do this. Don’t flake out on me.”

She slowly shifted her face out of her pillow.

“Wait. Until. Morning. Eren.”

And then voices.

“Oh my god, just fuck him and get it over with.”

“Please. We’re trying to sleep, here.”

“Goddamn heterosexuals.”

Eren and Mikasa shared a trite look, eyes wide.

“......I thought Eren was gay…..”

“Oh, my god.” Mikasa snapped upward, grabbing Eren’s wrist to drag him along on her way out. Just before reaching the door, she turned back and snapped, “We are not doing anything, you nosy poop nuggets.”

“We’ll keep that in mind the thirty seconds you’re gone,” snorted a voice suspiciously like Ymir’s. With a roll of her eyes, Mikasa ignored the remark and yanked a very confused and intimidated Eren out the door.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Mikasa huffed, releasing Eren’s hand as she marched out of the barracks entirely.

“Wait…..” Eren frowned, trailing after her absently. He squinted at the ground, almost comically nonplussed. “....do they think…...we…”

“Does it matter?” Mikasa sighed, her neck burning.

“.....and…..they thought I was gay?” He looked at her, mouth slightly agape, his brow furrowed with complete disorientation. “Do I give off gay vibes?”

Mikasa held her tongue, though images of his heavy affection towards their mutual best friend flashed in her head.

“.....and…..thirty seconds?…..Hey, wait a minute-”

“Eren, please.” She looked at him tiredly. “Can we get this over with?”

He stopped, still clearly lost and offended. “Yeah,” he conceded. “Yeah, we can-” He turned to meet her gaze, and stuttered.

“....right,” Mikasa droned. “So what did you want me to do?”

“Uh.” His eyes ran up and down her frame, and immediately, she knew why his ears had turned pink. “Aren’t you cold?” he asked, making a conscious effort to maintain eye contact.

She didn’t bother to look down at herself. She was now well aware of the fact that she was half-naked.

Trying to play it off, despite the terrible heat spreading throughout her neck, she said, “No, not really. What did you want me to do?”

“Um- hold on, real quick.”

She watched, somewhat dumbfounded, as he disappeared back into the building with no further explanation.

Is all of this really worth it? she asked herself in exasperation.

The deal had been made the day before: if Mikasa did Eren, in his words, a quick but weird favor, he would give up his terrible habit of yelling unnecessarily for a whole week.

Now, the odds of him actually following through on such a promise were clearly 50/50. While she trusted him to be true to his word, she did not trust his terribly impulsive and dramatic nature. The fact was, however, that he was likely a single scream away from some kind of penalty. Shardis was at the end of his rope with Eren; even if he himself couldn’t see it, the rest of the trainees were more than aware of this fact. Mikasa would prefer he wasn’t humiliated before their peers again; she could only handle so much secondhand embarrassment.

But now, standing outside in her underwear as her erratic, perplexingly enigmatic best friend shuffled somewhere in the barracks, the teasings of her bunkmates still fresh in her head, she wasn’t sure if she was to escape the dreaded embarrassment, after all. As a matter of fact, she thought, it was likely that she’d already been handed a greater amount of chagrin than she would have had had she simply let Eren run his usual course.

“Ain’t that just the way,” she exhaled, so very tired of having to mother him. So very, very tired.

“Ain’t what just the way?” Eren asked, tossing a coat over her shoulders. She held it in place reflexively and started at him. “What?” he asked.

“When did you get back?” she asked, alarmed.

“Just now,” he answered. “I got you something to cover up.”

She looked down at herself, at the coat. It was too large to be his.

“Who’s is this?”

“Reiner’s.”

She stared at him, incredulous. “Reiner’s?”

“He won’t mind.”

“Why not just use your own coat?”

“Well- I mean.” He gestured with his eyes at her lower half, which was now effectively covered. For the most part.

“....does that matter?” she asked. “I mean-” Oh, god, awkward question, but she was already asking it, so- “is it so weird to see me in my underwear?”

“....a little,” he admitted. His ears were bright pink. “But that’s not really why I got it.”

“Well, why did you, then? What are you going to have me do?”

“Okay, so-” He looked away, hesitating.

“Eren. What am I doing.”

“We’re going into the woods.”

“The woods? Why?”

He opened his mouth, index finger extended, as though he had a very clear and reasonable explanation. Then he clamped his mouth shut and shook his head. “You’ll see,” he said.

Oh, no, Mikasa cried internally. Why. Why me.

Strangely, as they made their way into the forest, Eren kept his arm around her. A gesture like this was unusual, for him. It made her instantly suspicious, but she didn’t ask questions. She knew he’d likely dodge them, anyway, as he always did.

Finally, they stopped in a clearing of sorts. She could hardly see him, it was so dark.

“Okay,” he said. “We’re here.”

“We’re where?”

“At the rendezvous point.”

“Rendezvous? Who are we meeting?”

“A good buddy of mine.”

Mikasa clutched the coat more tightly around her shoulders. “Eren, this is really weird.”

“I mean, I told you it would be.”

“Yes, but this is even weird for you.”

“It’s fine,” he assured her, though she was, clearly, unconvinced. “Remember, I’m going to keep my voice down this week for this. I promised.”

“Actually, Eren, I was worried abou-”

“Wait.” She saw the silhouette of his head turn in her direction. “Put on my shirt.”

“Why?”

“And my shorts, while you’re at it.”

“Why didn’t you just grab my clothes while you were in there?”

“I didn’t think this through, okay?!”

“Think what through?!”

“Just do it! Here.” He began to remove his clothes. Mikasa drew away from him, slightly.

“Can you not get naked, please?”

“I’m not getting naked. And it’s for your protection!”

“Protection from what?! What am I doing, Eren?!”

“It’s nothing dangerous, I swear!” he hissed. “Keep your voice down. And here, take my shirt.”

Mikasa paused, noting the obvious irony of him telling her to keep her voice down. Then, grudgingly, she took his shirt, dropping the coat, and pulled it over her head. She followed with his shorts, once he handed them to her.

“I still don’t like this,” she whispered.

“Oh, come on. Would I ever put you in any real danger?”

“I’m starting to ask myself that right now.”

“Calm down.” She heard him pick up the coat. “Now, I’m going to scale this tree-”

“Oh my god, what is going on.”

“- and you wait right here. Okay?”

He began to move- until she grabbed what felt like his arm.

“Mikasa-”

“Eren, I don’t care what your little plan is. You are not climbing that tree. If something is coming to get me, it’s getting you, too.”

“Mikasa, no, you don’t understand-”

“Mikasa?!” shouted a very, very familiar voice. She stiffened.

“Who is that?” she asked.

“Our game,” Eren answered, an obvious grin in his words.

“Mikasa!”

There was a light in the distance, approaching quite quickly.

“No, really, who is that?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t recognize the voice.”

“Mikasa? Is that you?”

The light was beginning to reach them.

“Now, to take my leave.” Eren began to move, once more, but Mikasa did not let go. “Oh my god, Mikasa, please-”

“Is there….someone with you?”

“Shit! It’s too late now.”

“What is too late?”

“Damn it, I’m fucked. Damn it, damn it, damn-” he turned to her. “Wait.”

“Eren, what the actual hell are you-”

“Mikasa, hey, I got your letter-”

Light washed over the two. The voice faltered.

Jean watched his worst nightmare play out before him:

Eren Jaeger, shirtless, making out with the love of his life- Mikasa Ackerman.

“.............what is this.”

Eren pulled back, blinking with connivingly innocent eyes at his rival.

“Jean?” he asked, perfectly surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Jean’s eyes flicked from Eren to the genuinely shocked Mikasa, who stared back like a deer at gunpoint.

“You...wrote me a letter….and-”

Eren watched in sloppy satisfaction as the gears clicked in Jean’s head.

“Jaeger, you bastard!!”

He swung a fist; Eren caught it and twisted his arm around his back, more smug than Mikasa had ever seen him.

“And that,” he simpered, “was for putting a colony of fire ants in my fucking bed.”

“You didn’t even get bit!”

“I did and it hurts!!!!”

“I see no bites!”

“Maybe because it’s dark as fuck outside, Jean! Maybe that’s why!”

“So you write me a fake love letter so I can find you and Ackerman getting it on? That’s just straight-up sick!”

“It wasn’t part of the plan!!!”

“What part of it was unplanned, the fact that you’re only in your tighty whiteys?”

“Yes!!! That and everyth-”

Two strikes to the neck, and both boys were on the ground, stunned. Mikasa stood over them, a dark, terrifyingly striking beacon of absolute wrath.

“You. Idiots.” She pulled Eren’s shirt back over her head, throwing it into his face, and picked up the coat, once more. “You woke me up in the middle of the night, dragged me, HALF-NAKED, into the dark hell that is this forest, and kissed me WITHOUT ASKING for a petty act of revenge?!”

“Mikasa,” Eren pleaded, “the ant bites hurt.”

“I am going to kick your ass, Eren Jaeger.”

“Ha!” Jean blurted, unwisely. “Karma, Jaeger!”

“And you.”

“Oh, shit.”

Darkly, she shook her head, laughing some. Eren and Jean began to tremble.

“You know what?” she chuckled. “You two boys wait right here. I’ll be back in a few.” She began to leave, and then paused, turning back to them. Even in the dark, they could sense the absolute fury she emanated when she spat, “DON’T. MOVE.”

Armin took a seat at their usual table, sitting across from Mikasa as she calmly ate her porridge.

“Morning, Mikasa,” he greeted, brightly as always.

“Morning, Armin,” she returned, coolly as always.

He began to dig into his own breakfast as he asked, “Have you seen Eren yet?”

“Not this morning,” she replied, a strange sort of amusement in her answer. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, he wasn’t in his bed this morning. And, come to think of it, neither was Jean.” He frowned. “Do you think they’ve gotten into trouble again?”

“What makes you think so?”

“Well.” He wiped his mouth. “Eren told me recently that he had a….plan.” Blue eyes met placid black pensively.

“He got into specifics, didn’t he,” Mikasa guessed.

“Yes,” Armin sighed. “So, you know how Jean put a colony of fire ants into his bed?”

“Mm-hm?”

“Well, he’s been seething over that for weeks, now.”

“I’m aware.”

“And he had this idea that- well, you know how Jean has a crush on you?”

She was unfazed. “News to me, but go on.”

“Well, Eren pretends not to know, but he knows. So he thought he’d pull a little prank…”

“Oh?”

“...and write a love letter pretending to be you, telling Jean to meet him in the woods. Then he’d ambush him and fall from a tree onto his back to scare him.”

“That’s a terrible plan.”

“Ethically and logistically, yes. Well, now I’m scared he went through with it, or something like it, and he and Jean are both hurt.”

At this, Mikasa let loose an awfully sadistic grin. Armin, instantly frightened, asked, “.....Do you know anything?”

She rose, beckoning him after her.

“I’ve got something to show you.”

A small crowd had already formed by the time they got there.

Trainees and instructors alike all stared upward, into the foliage of branches, at the hardly discernible figures dangling from their wrists high above the ground.

“.....I see,” Armin said.

“Yup,” Mikasa said.

“Are they okay?”

“I hope not.”

“Are they alive?”

“Oh, definitely. Look, Jean’s crying.”

“....what did they do to you, exactly?”

Mikasa looked at her friend. And smiled.

“Nothing a bit of schadenfreude can’t make up for,” she said- completely free of embarrassment, as it should be noted.

AN: Another prompt that went much farther than it probably should have. I just love the idea of Eren being far more devious than he lets on. (and idk if it was clear enough, but he was getting real protective over Miss Ackerman- EVEN THOUGH HES THE DUMBASS WHO PUT HER IN THE SITUATION.) Anyway, he got his just desserts. @sonderous-opia I hope you enjoyed this! I may write a sequel. We’ll see.

#eremika #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #snk

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CH 31 | And I Kept On

Summary: He continues.

Excerpt: You look in the mirror, at the people, places, and things around you, and you realize that it’s all changed, but it’s still there. There is a whole other world at the bottom of the ocean, and it’s just as beautiful.

#armin arlert #snk #multichapter #eremika #aruani #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #annie leonhardt #roadtrip au

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Mosaics of Omission

After witnessing the assassination of her mother, Chastity finds herself ruefully drawn to the aesthetic of death. But every pleasure has its price.

#original #horror #horror story #trigger warnings include #abuse mention #rape mention #none are graphic but they are alluded to

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23. “Just pretend to be my date.” aruani.. i saw the prompt thingy on you writing blog and i didnt find an ask so im askin it here 🙈 is it okay?

That is 100% fine, are you kidding me?! I’m fucking on it!

Title: The Unforeseen Consequences Of Making Out With A Pal

Pairing: Armin/ Annie

Syn: In an effort to repel her ex, Annie drags her best friend, Armin, into a little act of improvisation. The act goes too damn far.

“Oh, fuck.”

Annie sank into the wall- or, at least, she tried to. She didn’t succeed.

“What’s the matter?” asked Armin, blinking at her, assessing her posture and expression. He followed her gaze, and found himself facing-

“Bertholdt. Yeah.”

Armin frowned. “He’s a nice guy,” he said. “Definitely one of the calmer party-goers I’ve met in my lifetime.”

“He’s also definitely my ex.”

“And?” Armin made a face. “Don’t tell me you can’t at least exchange a few pleasantries.”

Annie huffed, straightening up to look her best friend in the eyes. “No, you don’t get it,” she sighed. “Every time we talk, even if it’s just a simple fucking hello, he always gives me these eyes- these- these-”

“‘Take Me Back’ eyes?”

“Yes! Exactly!” She gave him an inquiring look. “How’d you know?”

He shrugged. “Every pusillanimous ex perfects ‘em. I’ve got my own.”

With some disgust, but mostly intrigue, she said, “Let me see.”

He let her see.

“Ew,” she blanched. “Those are definitely it.”

With a somewhat smug grin, Armin asked, “And you can’t handle them?”

“I can not,” she told him shamelessly.

“Well, that’s too bad, because he’s on his way over here right now.”

“What?”

Armin waved cheerily with heavy schadenfreude, turning to make his leave.

“Good lu-”

A small, dainty hand wrenched his arm with the force of an industrial clamp. His words were cut short with a single, pathetic squeak.

“Babe, please,” Annie laughed, pulling him closer to her with an equal amount of force. “We’ve had enough to drink. We’ve still got to drive home, remember?”

Armin gaped at her. “I’m sorry, what do you think you’re doing?”

Annie simply smiled back, crushing him into her side as a python constricted its poor, sarcastic prey. “Keeping us sober, dumbass,” she chimed in a playful tone. Armin’s entire face scrunched in utter confusion. But just before he could ask her, once again, what the hell she meant, he arrived.

“Um- hey,” Bertholdt stammered, his eyes glued onto a point just past Annie’s face. “Crazy meeting you here, huh, Annie?”

“Yeah, crazy,” Annie agreed halfheartedly. She held Armin even more tightly to her side, if that was possible. “Me and Armin were just chilling out here for a bit before heading home. Right, Armin?”

Armin side-eyed his best friend suspiciously, but played along. “That’s right,” he confirmed.

“Oh, Bert,” Annie piped, “you’ve met Armin, right?”

Bertholdt managed to look the boy in question in the eye. He wore a curious expression as he did so.“Y-yeah,” he told her. “Armin and I know each other.”

“Nice to see you,” Armin greeted cheerily.

“Likewise,” he returned, though his tone wasn’t quite so enthusiastic.

“Yeah,” Annie interrupted, “I think it’s time we headed out.” She turned to Armin, trailing her hand down to his, where she squeezed it with an uncharacteristic gentleness. “You ready to go, babe?” she asked softly.

Armin frowned.

Babe?

And then-

Bert’s disgruntled expression.

Annie’s expectant gaze.

Her sudden, nonsensical, fabricated conversation.

He understood.

“Yeah,” he agreed, not breaking eye contact. He induced a smile from himself, a perfect actor. He took her chin, tilted it upwards, and planted a gossamer kiss on her lips. With supposed subtext underlying, he said, “I definitely think we should get going.”

“I think I agree.” Annie kissed his neck, humming pleasantly.

Nice touch, Armin thought. A neck kiss was always convincing. To put the icing on the cake, he kissed her lips again- this time, letting the gesture last a little longer, go a little deeper, than before. “Home does sound nice,” he sighed onto her cheek.

Annie moved forward once more; he obliged. “That it does,” she complied before kissing him again. Her fingers began to twist around strands of his hair. His mind growing a little fuzzy, he squeezed her hips, then moved his hands lower, down to her thighs. Her back met the wall. She let him press into her as she opened her mouth, inviting. Comfortably, as though he’d done it before, he slipped his tongue onto hers, softly gliding it back and forth. She moaned quietly, wrapping a leg around his waist as he tickled the backs of her teeth, and then retreated to nip at her bottom lip. She broke away from his lips to kiss his collarbone, then his neck, and then his ear. Her teeth pressed into the skin just behind it, causing his breath to stutter. His hands slid under her shirt while she returned to his lips, taking action with her own tongue as she playfully licked the underside of his.

It wasn’t until she took notice of the pleasure of his crotch grinding into hers that it occurred to her that maybe they should stop.

“Armin,” she gasped. Immediately, he snapped out of it, snatching his hands from her body.

“Yes, Annie, home sounds great, let’s go,” he rambled. They looked behind him.

Of course, Bertholdt was long gone.

Trite with embarrassment, guilt, and confusion, the two looked at one another.

A moment of silence, mainly drowned out by the loud music thumping obnoxiously from the speakers behind, passed between them.

Then Annie asked, “You wanna finish this at my place?”

“Oh, hell yes,” Armin agreed.

And so, not-so-discreetly, they left to finish what they had strangely, somewhat accidentally begun.

AN: And they went home and fucked and it was pretty damn good. They probably kept on fucking after that in this au, idk. Maybe stuff got complicated, and they realized they had feelings, and it made the whole thing a mess. Who knows. I just enjoy the idea of Armin being a snarky asshole to Annie, of them getting close enough to do that. Also, why they so frisky? Bc they both been cravin that ass since it was animated in 2013 thats why. I’m tired and this is likely riddled withtypos and it’s SUPER LATE, so. Forgive me.

#aruani #snk #armin arlert #annie leonhardt #well now I wanna write smut but its 2 in the morning and I have na early appointment fuck i hate being an adult

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