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Endure II: Cookies

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: You and Eren make a new friend named Armin.

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Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.0k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

“I hate my stupid brother!” you said, throwing a rock into the river angrily. Eren watched you in amusement. If you had turned at that exact moment, you would’ve almost felt uncomfortable at the adoration on his face, but you were preoccupied with raging against the unfairness of life.

You and Eren were both seven now. You no longer played with dolls; instead, you dressed up and had tea parties or planted flowers or acted out skits of your own making. At the current moment, however, you were doing none of those things. Instead, you were complaining about your younger brother while your best friend patiently sat and listened.

“What did he do today?” he said, voice ringing with quiet mirth.

“Ugh! He just won’t leave me alone! He always wants to be with me, all of the time! It’s a miracle I was even able to get away long enough to hang out with you today,” you said, chucking another stone into the water and eyeing it warily as it sank to the bottom.

“He just looks up to you, probably. You’re older than him, so he thinks you’re cool or something,” Eren said, tossing a smooth, flat stone into the water and watching as it skipped across the surface once, twice, three times. You sighed dramatically and collapsed backwards, using your arm to cover your eyes from the bright blue of the cloudless sky.

“It’s just so annoying! I’ll hang out with him every now and then, sure, but he wants to do it all of the time,” you said.

“Well, I don’t have any siblings, so I can’t really help you on that one,” he said.

“I know, I just like complaining. You never interrupt me,” you said.

“Yeah. Anyways, what would you do if I joined the Scouts?” he said. You were startled at the abrupt change in topic, sitting up to face him, expecting him to be joking, but his face was utterly serious as he gazed into your eyes.

“Why would you ever join the Scouts?” you said. He shrugged halfheartedly.

“Guess it just seemed cool. I’m so sick of being stuck in these walls; I wanna go outside and see the outside world for myself,” he said.

“The outside world? More like the inside of a titan’s stomach,” you said.

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you,” he said.

“No, Eren, don’t be like that. If you want to go see the outside world, then we’ll do that,” you said, feeling bad for making him feel belittled.

“We?” he said.

“We’re best friends, aren’t we? What kind of best friend would I be if I let you go by yourself? You can’t get rid of me that easily, silly,” you said.

“But if you go, I’ll have to spend the whole time taking care of you!” he said. You scowled at him.

“I’m not a baby. I’m only a few months younger than you. You won’t need to be looking out for anyone but yourself,” you said. He snorted.

“Yeah, okay. Whatever,” he said. You were about to retort when you were interrupted by somebody clearing their throat.

“Excuse me? You guys were talking about the outside world?” a small voice said. You and Eren turned to see a blond boy holding a book standing behind you. It was Armin Arlert. You had not spoken to him since your third birthday party, but you still recognized him, just from seeing him around town. You waved.

“Hi, Armin! Yeah, we were,” you said, patting the space beside you.

“What’s it to you?” Eren said snarkily. Armin seemed spooked at the brunet boy’s hostility, and you threw a handful of grass at him before smiling at Armin.

“Sorry about Eren, he’s a stupid meanie sometimes,” you said. Eren’s jaw dropped, but you ignored him, interested in whatever Armin had to say that had been enough to push him to actually approach you.

“It’s okay, I guess. I was just wondering why you were talking about outside of the walls,” he said.

“Because we can,” Eren said bluntly.

“Because Eren wants to see it!” you said cheerfully. Armin’s face lit up, and, looking around to ensure that you were not being watched, he opened his book. It was clearly well worn, the pages smooth and browned at the edges, the spine creased. You leaned in to get a closer look and, despite himself, Eren did the same.

It was a beautiful illustration of some body of water, though it was nothing like the rivers and lakes found in the walls. It was huge and seemed never ending, the faded blue on the paper shimmering even now in a color similar to Armin’s eyes.

“What’s this?” you said.

“It’s the sea. A giant saltwater lake so big that a merchant could spend his entire life collecting its salt and still not get it all!” Armin said excitedly. You and Eren exchanged looks.

“No way that’s real,” Eren said.

“I bet it is! We should all go see it!” you said, pinching him on the arm in an effort to get him to stop being so mean.

“You’re not going to make fun of me?” Armin said.

“Why would we make fun of you?” you said.

“That’s what they all do when I try to tell them about the sea. Nobody ever believes me. They think I’m crazy for wanting to leave the walls, even though it’s inevitable that humanity will, eventually, do so,” he said.

“I don’t know how much I believe in this ‘sea,’ but in wanting to leave the walls, I can agree with you,” Eren acquiesced.

“Then it’s a deal! When we’re all older, we can go and find the sea. It’ll be so fun! That is, if I can make sure my brother doesn’t come,” you said.

“Why wouldn’t you want him to come?” Armin said.

“’Cause he’s annoying,” you said.

“I’ve always wanted a brother,” Armin said.

“You can have mine,” you offered.

“I think I’m okay.”

From that day onwards, Armin was your friend as well, and your duo became a trio. He fit in as seamlessly as if he had been with you from the age of two, and you found that whenever you grew tired of Eren’s energy and electric demeanor, Armin was always more than willing to sit with you in silence. If Eren was the sun, then Armin was the sea he always spoke about, though you did not draw this parallel for quite some time.

“Say, Min-Min,” you said on one such day when Eren was nowhere to be found, “Do you want to have a tea party with me? Eren always does it but I dunno what he’s up to right now and also he always spits the tea out when he thinks I’m not looking.”

“Sure,” Armin said agreeably. He was just happy to have friends that didn’t bully him, so he pretty much went along with whatever you and Eren suggested.

“Alright! Help me set everything up!” you said, pulling down the old tablecloth and spreading it out over the small table that had been designated the ‘tea party’ table by your parents. Merry came outside when he heard the cloth being unfolded, knowing that it was time for him to get your table scraps. He wagged his tail when he saw Armin — he had always been fond of the boy. Armin cautiously stroked him on the head, earning a lick on the hand for his troubles.

Once all of the dishes were in proper position and you had finagled a tray of biscuits for you to eat while you drank your tea, the two of you sat across from each other. You crossed your legs and unfolded your napkin, placing it in your lap neatly. Armin did the same.

“I wonder what Eren could be doing right now,” Armin said.

“Missing out on a great tea party, that’s what,” you said with a scoff.

“He’s a little scary, you know?” he said.

“Huh? Eren? I wouldn’t say he’s scary, but it’s true that he can be a lot. I like him like that, though, so it’s okay,” you said.

“Do you like-like him?” Armin said, his mouth forming an o-shape.

“What’s that mean?” you said.

“Do you want to marry him when you grow up?” Armin said.

“EW! I don’t want to marry anyone! Boys are gross. Oh, sorry Min-Min, I forgot you were a boy. You’re not gross. The others are, though,” you said.

“Even Eren?” Armin checked.

“The other day, he picked up a worm and chased me around with it for ten minutes!” you said.

“Ten minutes?” Armin said, aghast. You were glad to have someone to properly commiserate with about the horrific experience, so you nodded eagerly.

“Ten whole entire minutes, and he didn’t stop until his mother yelled at him,” you said. Armin made a sympathetic noise.

“That sounds terrible,” he said, sipping his tea and swallowing it, “I like the tea.”

“It was terrible,” you agreed, “And thanks. I didn’t make it, my mamma did.”

“She’s really good at making tea!” Armin said. You decided you liked him very much at the current moment.

“You’re a very nice boy, did you know that?” you said. He shrugged.

“I guess. The kids our age don’t really like me. Oskar and his friends always beat me up and steal my things,” he said.

“Oskar Zimmerman? Like my neighbor Oskar?” you said, setting your cup down and raising your eyebrows at Armin almost comically. He nodded shyly.

“Yeah, he’s really mean to me, but only when you’re not there because he like-likes you,” he said.

“Like he wants to marry me when we grow up?” you said.

“Yeah,” Armin said.

“Gross,” you said.

“Yeah,” he said.

“I’m going to go tell him to leave you alone,” you said.

“Okay. Wait, no! Y/N, hold on!” he said when he realized what you had said. You ignored him, storming off in the direction of Oskar’s house. Armin flitted after you nervously, begging you to stop, but you ignored him, too focused on getting justice for your poor new friend.

“Hi Mrs. Zimmerman, is Oskar home?” you said when the kind older woman opened the door.

“Oh, yes, he’s upstairs. Oskar, honey, you have a visitor!” she shouted. There was the thudding noise of footsteps, and then Oskar appeared, his spiky blond hair messy, as if he had just woken up. When he noticed you, his eyes widened.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he said.

“I’ve gotta talk to you,” you said, frowning and crossing your arms.

“What is it?” he said.

“Leave Armin alone! He’s my friend and he said you’re mean to him! If you don’t stop, I’ll tell on you,” you said.

“What? You’re friends with weird little Armin?” Oskar said with a laugh. You stomped your foot in frustration, grabbing Armin’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

“Yeah, I am, so stop bothering him or else,” you said.

“Or else what?” Oskar said, leaning forwards and pinching you on the arm. You slapped his hand away.

“Or else I’ll tell your mother and she’ll be angry,” you said.

“No she won’t. She doesn’t care,” Oskar said, shrugging casually.

“It’s true,” Armin muttered miserably, “I told you we shouldn’t have come.”

“Well, still. Stop it. It’s not nice,” you said. Oskar yanked on your hair. It was not gentle and playful, the way it felt when Eren did it. It was hard. It was painful. Your eyes watered. Oskar seemed delighted at your reaction and pulled harder.

“Oskar, quit it, I think you’re hurting her,” Armin said in concern when he noticed you sniffing and trying to push the boy off.

“Weak Y/N, silly Y/N, tried to scare me but she can’t even handle me pulling her hair!” Oskar crowed victoriously, dancing around you and Armin.

“Oskar! Stop, you’re going to rip my hair out!” you cried, covering your head with your hands in an attempt to protect yourself.

“I’m not even doing it that hard!” he said. Your scalp felt like it was on fire, and you wished Armin would do something to help you. Unfortunately, he was even more useless in a fight than you were, so he could only watch in horror as the boy teased you.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” a familiar voice said. Oskar froze in his motions, and the next thing you knew, Eren had grabbed him by the shirt and thrown him into the wall.

“Yeah, go Eren!” you cheered as your friend punched the other boy in the nose.

“We really shouldn’t be fighting, guys, what if we get in trouble?” Armin said.

“See, Oskar? If you don’t stop, Eren will beat you up!” you said smugly, your hands on your hips and all traces of your earlier tears vanished.

Eren must have had a lot of experience fighting, because he was able to handle Oskar pretty easily, though the other boy did get in a hit to Eren’s jaw, where a dark bruise was rapidly forming. Still, eventually the brawl ended with Oskar running away and Eren sighing and sitting down in the alleyway next to the Zimmerman house.

“Why was he bothering you?” Eren said when you and Armin sat on either side of him.

“I told him to stop bothering Armin, since he always takes his stuff and hurts him, but he started pulling on my hair and calling me silly,” you said.

“You should’ve waited for me to come with you,” Eren said, shaking his head in disappointment, “You guys are both awful at fighting.”

“That’s not nice,” you said with a pout.

“Yeah, but it’s true,” he said. You could not argue with this, so you crossed your arms and turned away from him, signalling the end of your conversation.

“It was really nice of you guys to stick up for me. You didn’t have to do that,” Armin said.

“’Course we did. You’re our friend, aren’t you? Friends look out for each other. I’ll beat up your bullies whenever you want. I already have to do it for Y/N,” Eren said.

“I don’t have bullies,” you said, frowning.

“That’s because I beat them up before they can say anything to you,” he said.

“Oh. That’s really decent of you, Eren, thanks,” you said. Eren rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Yeah, it’s nothing,” he said, leaning over and gently tugging on a piece of your hair to hide his embarrassment. You did not protest, because it was different with him. Most things were different with him, really, and you found yourself not minding him doing things like pulling at your hair or making fun of you. He wasn’t doing it to be mean, he was doing it because he was Eren. It was how he was, and it was how he would always be, or at least so you thought.

“I’m going to give you a hug,” you said seriously before doing exactly as you had said you would.

“Okay,” he said.

“Anyways, Eren, where were you earlier? We were having a tea party and you weren’t there,” Armin said. Eren let go of you and dug around in his pockets.

“Oh yeah! I almost forgot why I was looking for you both! I was helping my mom make cookies, and I brought some for you to try,” he said, giving you two things that resembled cookies about as much as Eren resembled Armin; that is to say, not at all. You and Armin exchanged wary glances before slowly taking bites of the things Eren was offering you.

Eren watched eagerly as you chewed. You fought to keep your expression neutral, or at least not downright disgusted, and you could tell Armin was doing the same. The cookies had more salt than sugar in them, and they were horrendously burnt, but it was obvious that the brown-haired boy was incredibly excited about them. Forcing yourself to swallow, you smiled at him.

“Wow, Eren, really...flavorful!” you said. Eren beamed.

“You think so?” he said. You looked at Armin desperately. The blond’s face was turning slightly green as he made himself keep the charred cookie down, but he managed to give both of you a thumbs-up.

“Thanks, guys! I’ll make more and give you all my next batch, too!” he said. You and Armin both groaned simultaneously, and Eren paused.

“What’s the matter?” he said.

“Uh...nothing! We’re just, uh, excited!” you said.

“Yup! Super duper excited for those cookies. Oh, Sina, I think I might be sick,” Armin said before bending over and vomiting.

“Wow! He liked the cookies so much he threw them up so he could experience them a second time!” you said halfheartedly.

“Wow, that’s really dedicated of you, Armin,” Eren observed.

“Anything for you,” Armin said, swaying on his feet from his vomiting fit.

“Want another cookie?” Eren said.

“NO!” you and Armin shouted in unison. Eren looked taken aback.

“Uh, well, okay then. I’m going to go ask Mr. Orion and Mr. Hannes if they want some, do you guys wanna come?” he said.

“I think I need to get home before I throw up again,” Armin muttered.

“Okay, bye-bye Min-Min! I’ll come with you, Eren,” you said, waving at Armin as he left.

“Let’s go, then,” Eren said, helping you to your feet. You traipsed over towards where the members of the Garrison were sitting, doing...something. Certainly not their jobs.

“Bunch of freeloaders,” Eren said in disdain.

“Then why are we bringing them cookies?” you said.

“Because,” Eren said, not elaborating further. This was a good enough answer for you, so you did not press for more.

“Thanks for saving me from Oskar, by the way,” you said. His face flushed lightly.

“You already said thank you,” he said.

“No, I said thank you for beating up my other bullies, not for beating up Oskar. But now I’ve said it,” you said.

“You’re welcome, I guess. But you should think things through more before you just do them. What are you going to do when I’m not there to rescue you?” he said.

“But you’ll always be there to rescue me, right?” you said.

“Well, sure, but what if I’m not?” he said.

“Then I’ll wait until you can!” you said cheerfully. This was a non-issue as far as you were concerned, and you didn’t know why Eren was so worried about it. He would always be there to save you; it was simply how the world worked in your naive mind.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense,” he acquiesced.

“Mr. Orion! Hi!” you said when you reached the Garrison captain, who was leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on the table as he downed a mug of beer. Slamming the cup back on the table with a satisfied sigh, he nodded at you.

“Hey, you two hellions. What are you up to?” he said.

“I made cookies! Want to try some?” Eren said. From beside him, you shook your head frantically at a politely puzzled Mr. Orion.

“Sure?” Mr. Orion said. You shook your head harder in an attempt to save him from the practically inedible things, but it was too late. He accepted the cookie from Eren’s hand and bit into it, or at least he tried to. The cookie had somehow hardened so much that Mr. Orion’s teeth just glanced off of it. Eren looked confused.

“Did I add too much baking powder?” he said.

“Not the only thing you added too much of,” you muttered under your breath, the lingering taste of salt still on your tongue.

“What was that, Y/N?” Eren said.

“Nothing, Eren,” you said sweetly, not wanting to hurt his feelings. He decided it was unimportant and turned back to Mr. Orion, who was trying not to choke. You winced at him in sympathy and motioned for him to spit it out while Eren was distracted. He obliged and gave you both a brilliant grin.

“Wonderful, Eren, it was really something!” he said.

“Thanks! Do you think Mr. Hannes will want one?” Eren said.

“You could always go ask,” Mr. Orion said. Eren raced off without a second thought, but you lingered around the taller man for a moment.

“It was bad, wasn’t it?” you said knowingly.

“By the walls, it was the worst thing I’ve ever eaten in my life! Kid can do a lot of things, but cooking is not one of them,” he said, smacking his lips to get rid of the taste on his tongue before giving up and pouring himself more beer.

“Can I have some?” you said, pointing at his drink. At this point, you were desperate to wash out the residue of Eren’s cookies. Mr. Orion looked at you for a second before shrugging and handing you his mug.

“Yeah, sure. I guess it’s better that you drink when I’m watching you. How old are you again?” he said as you took a giant sip before immediately spitting it out in disgust.

“Seven!” you sputtered, wiping at your tongue. You had half a mind to go track Eren down and ask him for another cookie, because the beer was absolutely foul. How did Mr. Orion and Mr. Hannes drink so much of it every day?

“Seven? I feel like that’s too young to be drinking, but hey, what do I know? Want some more?” he said.

“No! How do you drink that crap? It’s awful!” you said, glaring at him. Mr. Orion laughed loudly, handing you a smaller cup. You sniffed it and, determining that it was water, took a cautious swallow. You audibly sighed in relief before draining the rest of it gratefully.

“Well, little Y/N, beer is a grown up drink. When you’re a grown up, you’ll like it,” he said, patting you on the head.

“I’m not little! And I don’t think I’ll ever like beer, Mr. Orion. It’s really really disgusting,” you said.

“That’s probably for the best, actually. And you’ll always be little to me — I remember when you were born. You were a creepy wisp of a baby, you know? You never cried or anything, you’d just look at people with these huge eyes, like you knew something we didn’t or you were staring into our souls or something. Nothing like your tiny menace of a best friend. I swear, all of humanity knew when he was born. He popped out of the womb angry! I have never heard a louder baby in all of my life,” he said, shaking his head. It was not hard to imagine either situation. The two of you were still like that, only older now, a fact which you made sure to remind Mr. Orion of.

“But I’m not a baby anymore, I’m seven years old,” you said.

“So you are, but you forget that I’m twenty, which means you’re still as little as ever,” he said.

“Woah! You’re ancient!” you said.

“I don’t know if ancient is the right word,” Mr. Orion muttered.

“Uh-huh. It is. Everyone above ten years old belongs in a museum. Were you there when the walls were created?” you said, your lips curling into a smirk. For some reason, adults hated being reminded of their old age. You weren’t sure why. You were certain that when you were twenty years old, you’d tell everyone about all of the things you had seen and done. With friends like Eren and Armin, you knew that there would never be a dull moment in your life. It would make for a great story.

“You little hellion!” he shouted, standing up, “Why, I oughta throw you off of these walls! You can ask the titans if they were there when the walls were created!” You squealed in fear and raced off, Mr. Orion chasing after you. You knew he was only joking, but you still ran as fast as you could (which was, admittedly, not very fast).

“Eren!” you shouted, spotting your friend, who was watching Mr. Hannes as he ate a cookie. He turned to you curiously, and you darted behind him, peeking out from his shoulder.

“Yes?” he said.

“Mr. Orion’s going to throw me off of the walls!” you said, pointing at the rapidly advancing Garrison captain. From behind you, Mr. Hannes began to gag, and you snickered to yourself, knowing that he had also fallen victim to Eren’s culinary mishaps.

“Why?” he said.

“Because I called him old,” you said. Eren facepalmed.

“I’m not beating up Mr. Orion for you!” he said.

“No, you gotta! Or I’ll be all alone outside of the walls, if I survive the drop!” you said. Eren gave you a dull look.

“Maybe you can go find the sea while you’re out there. Send me a postcard, yeah?” he said.

“Meanie!” you said.

“Ugh, fine!” Eren whined before slowly walking forward and attempting to punch Mr. Orion in the stomach. Mr. Orion did not look fazed, effortlessly holding Eren back with one hand and pointing at you with the other.

“You! Now you’re involving Eren in your little schemes?” he said.

“He’s always been involved,” you said, “If you bother me you bother him.”

“That’s true,” Eren panted, arms pinwheeling as he tried to land a hit on the Garrison captain, though he was mostly unsuccessful.

“Orion,” Mr. Hannes wheezed, “Help me.”

Mr. Orion dropped Eren and ran over to give his coworker the Heimlich maneuver. He had to do it a few times before a blackened piece of cookie flew out of his mouth. Mr. Hannes collapsed on the ground and mindlessly reached for some beer. Mr. Orion poured some for him, and you and Eren took the opportunity to escape, giggling at the stroke of good luck.

“Guess your cookies saved us,” you said.

“They classify as military weapons,” he said, “I put way too much salt and baking powder. Also they’re overbaked. Like a lot. My mom said to throw them away, actually.”

“You knew all of that? Then why’d you feed them to us?” you said, scandalized. Eren grinned.

“I wanted to see if you guys would pretend to eat them or not, and you did!” he said. Your jaw dropped, and you froze in place before grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.

“EREN! THEY WERE REALLY DISGUSTING!” you shouted.

“I KNOW!” he shouted back, not even trying to escape your clutches.

“THAT WAS MEAN!”

“I’M SORRY!”

“IT’S NOT OKAY!” you said, abruptly dropping him and crossing your arms, “I can’t believe you made me eat those! You are an evil monster!”

“Sorryyyy, Y/N,” Eren said. You ignored him, and he tugged at your hair. You batted his hand away.

“Why don’t you ever pull on Armin’s hair?” you said.

“Because Armin’s hair isn’t as pretty,” Eren said.

“That makes sense, but I think Armin’s hair is pretty,” you said.

“I guess so. But yours is curly at the ends, see? I like making it go boing,” he said, pulling one of your curlier strands straight and watching it spring back to its original position in fascination.

“Oh, that is pretty fun. I do it when I’m bored sometimes,” you admitted.

“See? But Armin’s hair isn’t like that, so there’s no fun in pulling it,” he explained. You realized you could probably live a thousand lifetimes and never be as wise as your friend. His words made perfect sense.

“Speaking of Armin, you’ll never believe what he said!” you said, wide-eyed.

“What?” Eren said in interest. You lowered your voice to a hushed whisper.

“He said that Oskar like-likes me!” you said.

“But he’s so mean to you,” Eren pointed out.

“I know! But my mamma said that that’s how boys are when they like-like someone, so I guess it’s possible,” you said.

“Do you like-like him?” he said with a small frown. You shook your head immediately.

“No way! Boys are gross, ’cept for Armin of course. I don’t wanna marry anyone!” you said.

“Even me?” Eren said.

“Especially you,” you agreed. Eren did not seem pleased by this.

“Hmm,” he said.

“Do you wanna marry someone?” you said with a gasp. The thought of Eren marrying anybody else made you feel a little put out. He wouldn’t have any time to play with you if he got married. He’d have to be all boring and grown up with his wife.

“Meh. Maybe one day,” he said.

“Do you...know who you’d want to marry?” you said.

“Yeah, probably,” he said. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull at this declaration.

“Who? You’ve gotta tell me, Eren, it’s not fair if you keep it a secret!” you said.

“No, you’ll find out when I get married,” he said, offering you his pinky, “Deal?”

“Well, I guess so. But don’t get married too quickly, okay? Because when you’re married you won't be able to play with me or Armin anymore. Then Min-Min will have to be my best friend!” you said. There was nothing wrong with Armin, of course, but Eren being your best friend was a fact of life, as true as the sun was bright. For anyone else to take the position was wrong.

“No! I don’t want that. I want us to be best friends forever and ever!” he said.

“Even when you’re married?” you said.

“Yeah, even when I’m married. If my wife doesn’t let me come play with you, I’ll...uh, what’s the word? Di-vorce her?” he said.

“What’s that mean?” you said.

“It means I’ll stop being married to her,” he said solemnly, “It’s very serious. You’re not supposed to do it unless you have a good reason.”

You were flattered that the potential loss of your friendship was enough of a reason for Eren to consider divorce with his future wife.

“Thanks, Eren. If I ever get married and my husband says we can’t be friends, I’ll divorce him too,” you said.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said before reaching for your hand and clasping it tightly.

“Why’d you do that?” you said. He pulled you back as a loose horse ran through the alley, right where you had been standing.

“Just looking out for you,” he said.

“What would I do without you?” you said.

“Die,” he said dryly.

“EREN!”

“Sorry, but it’s true.”

“...yeah, maybe.”

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