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pickalilywrites · 5 years

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AU where the Levi Squad didn't die. During the Attack on Liberio, when Eren boards the airship, the Levi Squad stares down at him at disgust for his actions of killing many people.

gotta lot of requests for the veterans to stay alive hahaha it’s ok i miss them too ;~;

No Regrets

Squad Levi. Canon Divergence.

1165 words.

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Eren knows them even better than himself. They are, after all, his family. Not by blood, of course. Most of his real family are dead and gone. The ones that remain are…well, it’s a bit complicated. But Squad Levi was a family that was given to him, plucked from the sky and dropped into his lap four years ago, almost five, and after leaving them for months with not even a note regarding his whereabouts, he supposes now is as good as any other for a family reunion.

It is not a happy reunion. How can it be when he left without telling them anything? Or the burning buildings beneath them? Or the war that he has just started looming over the horizon? No, this is a reunion without smiles, laughs, or warm embraces. But Eren expects that just like he expects the boot coming directly for his face as soon as he climbs aboard the airship. He just doesn’t expect it to hurt so much.

Buildings crumble beneath them and the crackling of fire mingles with the screams of the innocent down below, but those in the airship remain silent. The only sound in the room is the sound of Captain Levi’s boot repeatedly smashing into Eren’s face and Eren’s muffled groans. From the corner of his eye, Eren can see Mikasa start towards them, reaching out to pull the captain back, until Armin puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, signaling her to retreat which she reluctantly does. As for the rest of his family…when the captain is finally finished punishing Eren, the soldier lifts his head to see the rest of their original squad – Petra, Auruo, Gunter, and Eld – standing there with their faces almost as expressionless as their captain’s. Ah, but it’s not as if he needs to read their faces to know how they feel.

Petra stands in the center, her hands clenched into fists and her arms wrapped tightly around her. Unlike the others, she doesn’t look at Eren. Instead, her gaze is fixed on the floor. Eren knows exactly what he’ll see when their gazes finally meet – disappointment, horror, disgust.

His gaze shifts to Auruo, who stands beside Petra, an arm wrapped protectively around his comrade. His face, usually sporting an arrogant smirk, is uncharacteristically cold and stony. Hadn’t it been just a year ago when he had brought Eren to a family dinner of his, treated him like one of his own brothers? Now his eyes are filled with a loathing only reserved for the worst people.

Of the four, Gunter looks the most heartbroken, his neutral mask barely hiding his true feelings. Then again, he had always been the softest one on the team, offering a hand to Eren when he noticed the boy was lagging behind during training. The others are probably unwilling to listen to an explanation, but Gunter looks confused, desperate to understand how Eren could do such a thing. It’s a pity he’ll never know. Eren would tell him, but it’s not as if the man would ever understand.

Eld wears his mask better than all of them, but Eren can see that the second-in-command is livid. His usually warm brown eyes are filled with rage. He had seen this man annoyed before, angry but only for a short period of time, and this is the first time he’s seen him absolutely furious. Eren supposes that it’s a good thing that Levi had gotten to him first or else the entire squad would have gone after him.

Eren tastes the blood and bile in his mouth and swallows it down to offer his old squad a crooked smile, but none of them smile back. “It’s good to see you guys, too,” he tells them. “I take it that you got my letter, then?”

Petra opens her mouth to reply, but it’s Auruo who speaks first.

“Eren, what the fuck?” the man says, his mask finally slipping. His face is twisted in disgust at the man before them. “Do you know what you’ve done?”

“I’m very well aware,” Eren replies. His tone is so even compared to Auruo’s, whose voice is choked back with tears. He watches as their masks slip even further, their rage building as they hear how casually he replies. It’s as if he’s commenting about the weather rather than discussing the destruction he had just dealt a city of innocents.

“You killed people, Eren,” Gunter whispers, his voice hoarse. While the others are furious, he’s pleading with him, lowering himself down so that he’s almost eye-level with Eren as if this will help him see from the other soldier’s perspective. “Innocent people. Eren, how could you?”

“Schultz, stand down,” his captain commands, but it’s only when Eld pulls Gunter back that the soldier retreats.

Eld steps forward, his mask gone entirely now. His expression is lethal; he’s ready to strike the soldier before him. “Why did you do it, Eren?” he asks through gritted teeth. He reaches out, pulling Eren up from his hair and lifting him up. “You’ve caused so much pain to everybody…but you’ve dragged us into it as well. Why?”

“I made a choice,” Eren says. He doesn’t flinch when Eld yanks at his hair even harder. “It’s the same as you when you followed me here. I didn’t force you to come to Liberio. You made that choice.”

“Because you sent that letter,” Petra says. Auruo tries to hold her back, but she shoves him aside and makes her way to Eren. There is hurt in her eyes, disbelief that he roped them all into this. “Because you asked us to come for you…and we trusted you.” Trusted him not to cause a fight, trusted him not to start a battle, trusted him not to force them into a war.

“And I knew you would come…because I trust you,” he tells them. And used you…It is these last unspoken words, words that Eren does not have to say out loud, that horrifies them the most. As his words sink in, he watches as their eyes widen in shock and disgust as they realize his betrayal.

He had thought that Eld would be the one to hit him, but Petra is the one that reaches him first. Her open hand hits him across his cheek, leaving a terrible sting in its place. For some reason, it hurts even more than any blow the others could have dealt him. The side of his face feels as if it’s in flames.

His head drops to the floor when Eld lets go of him. Eren watches as the others pull Petra back. It takes the entire squad to restrain her while the Captain simply looks down on Eren, completely repulsed. He stares back, tears stinging the corners of his eyes from the pain blooming across his cheek, but he doesn’t cry. It’s a choice he had to make, and he doesn’t regret it. Not at all.

#squad levi #eren jaeger #petra ral #auruo bossard #gunter schultz #eld jinn #snk #canon divergence #asks #answered #requests #anon #anonymous

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beyoung93 · 7 years

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The saddest picture of The Special Operations Squad.

#levi squad #levi shingeki no kyojin #petra ral #petra x levi #levi ackerman #eld jinn #Gunter Schultz #oluo bozado #attack on titan

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my-fav-snk · 5 years

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That feeling when you just want to talk with the captain you admire but some noisy kid decides to turn into the titan right behind your back

#ch 25 #look at gunter #petra ral #levi ackerman #gunther schultz #snk #shingeki no kyojin

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reblog-your-erwin · 7 years

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Requested by @daddyeyebrowsstuff: “Erwin and Leviwin”

#erwin and leviwin #in the official art erwin is looking at levi aaaahhh #so cute #erwin smith #levi ackerman #hange zoe #mike zakarias #petra ral #oluo bossard #eld gin #gunter schultz #snk #shingeki kyojin chuugakkou #anime

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dearsurveycorps · 7 years

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Well, we tried.

#snk #answered #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #squad levi #oluo bozado #gunter schultz #petra ral #levi ackerman #eld jinn #anonymous #holy shit this has been sitting in my drafts for a WEEK #gunther schultz

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pretty-eyes-jaeger · 7 years

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How are Levi, Hanji, Erwin, and Levi's squad at kissing?

Levi: Is rather shy about kissing. He’s not a very physical person and doesn’t show love through physical touch, so he’s not that big into kissing. Hanji teases him that it’s because he’s not good at it. But he’s not bad at kissing, he just doesn’t get the need. He does give real good kisses though when he wants to.

Hanji: Either gives short pecks that are uncharacteristically soft, real short quick pecks that could break your nose if placed incorrectly, or long and slow and real passionate. They’ve got the three levels, and a reputation of actually being a real good kisser.

Erwin: So. Good. The hype is real. He’s so gentle and romantic, every kiss means something to you and him. It’s beautiful. 12/10.

Petra: Super shy when it comes to kissing, but it pretty good at it. She’s a very soft, short kisser at first, but starts to get more passionate once she’s been with the person for a while.

Oluo: Is actually one of the greatest kisses ever. He’s very good at reading the moment, and kiss accordingly. Sometimes, he’s soft and sweet, but can also be very sensual and passionate if the moment calls for it. He’s just real good, but doesn’t tell anyone cause he’s kind of shy about it.

Eld: Super suave and romantic. Loves kissing, oh my gosh, but he won’t push anyone if they don’t want to. He’ll settle for cheek and forehead kisses if he has to. He’s also very good at calculating about how soft or rough to make a kiss, depending on what his partner wants.

Gunter: The softest, sweetest kisser ever. Sometimes, he’s not considered that good of a kisser cause he’s too gentle, but it’s actually really adorable how soft he is.

#llyesterdat #answered #thank you!#veterans #levi's squad #snk headcanons #snk #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #erwin smith #petra ral #olou bossard #erd gin #gunter schultz

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nicolanoodles · 2 years

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✨Happy holidays rivetra nerds! ✨

In honour of me having a freakin day off for once I finished this ficlet.

Just a sprinkling of holiday smut for you all 🧚✨

Jingle All the Way (Nearly)

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ARE YOU HAAAANGING UP THE STOCKING ON THE WALLLLL?

Slade blasted from the speakers placed on the plastic fold out table. Paper chains hung off the tiled ceiling and a small fibre optic tree twinkled in the corner. People chatted and laughed in small groups, garish Christmas sweaters and sequins assaulting the eyes at every turn. Levi swirled his disposable cup of punch, scowling at the sugary pink liquid that he wasn’t going to finish. If there was one thing he hated more than office parties, it was Christmas office parties. He eyed the buffet with contempt. So many hands. So many germs.

Farlan stalked over to him with a plate of food, “Mini pizza?”

Levi regarded the greasy paper plate with disgust, “Not if you paid me”.

Farlan let out a small chuckle and set the plate down on a desk that had been pushed against the wall, “Sorry couldn’t help it, you always look so offended at these things”.

Levi gestured to the beige conference room, decorations contrasting awkwardly against the plain walls and depressing office furniture, “Look around and name one thing that’s enjoyable about… this”

Farlan looked pointedly at a dark haired co worker across the room- Gunter Schultz was it?- a sly smile creeping onto his face, “One”.

It was Levi’s turn to roll his eyes.

It didn’t escape Farlan’s notice and he nudged his friend’s shoulder, “Oh c’mon, hook ups with co workers might as well be a holiday tradition. Besides I’m pretty sure he’s the guy that left that flirty note on my desk a few weeks back, either that or Eld is tryna meddle again…”

Farlan continued to ramble on, but Levi wasn’t listening. Instead his attention was transfixed on a certain cheerful, red headed co worker entering the room. Petra Ral, the ray of sunshine that greeted everyone from her post at the reception desk, bright as ever drifted into the crowded conference room. A fitted mini skirt and sheer blouse hugged every curve and her high heels accentuated her slender legs. Levi had to stop himself from drooling.

Since she’d started working at The Survey Corporation nearly a year ago, Petra had brightened up the dreary office with her optimistic attitude. She always had a smile to offer and even kept a jar of candy on her desk for people to help themselves. She was incredibly organised and Levi didn’t fail to notice that she kept her desk neater than any receptionist the company had previously hired. She once let him borrow her antibacterial spray to wipe down his desk. It smelt of peaches.

She was pretty and kind and considerate and Levi was head over heels in love with her.

Too bad he was a Class A coward.

More than once he’d found himself fantasising about what it would be like to kiss those perfectly rosy lips. She’d bring him a cup of tea as she did most mornings. She’d set it down on his desk and their eyes would meet over the steam before she leant in and-

“Jesus Christ just ask her out already” Farlan’s voice shattered the daydream.

Levi’s head snapped towards his friend, eyes laced with malice, “Shuttup”. He grumbled bitterly as he raised his cup to his lips, “I don’t even think she feels the same”. He took a sip of the sickly liquor and winced as the alcohol burned his throat. Petra had made her way to the drinks table and he watched as Eld ladled her out a large scoop of punch into a red solo cup.

Farlan rolled his eyes, “Don’t give me that bullshit, it’s so obvious she likes you”. He started counting off the evidence on his fingers, “She always checks if you brought lunch, her eyes light up every time you walk past the reception desk and she actually laughs at your shitty jokes, not to mention the fact that she keeps a tin of your favourite tea in her desk just so she can make you a cup”. Farlan looked at his friend’s shrinking features with pity, “You need to make a move soon man, she’s gonna start thinking you don’t like her”.

That at least seemed to awaken some resolution within Levi. He cast his mind back to all the thoughtful gestures throughout the months. The cheery Morning Levi’s. The little post-its on the photocopying she did for him, punctuated with a little kiss or a smiley face. Picking him up another bottle of hand sanitiser when she noticed his was running low. The thought of Petra being sad because he was too chicken shit to tell her how he felt? Unacceptable. Maybe it was the alcohol guiding his next actions, but Levi didn’t care. Farlan was right.

Time to not be shit.

Levi gulped down the sugary liquid and palmed off the cup to Farlan. He strode over purposefully to the woman of his desires and cleared his throat. Petra spun round and beamed at him, “Oh hi Levi! You came after all” she scooped him into a hug, mindful of the drink in her hand. He squeezed her back, breathing in her subtle, rose perfume. They ended the embrace and Levi shot a meaningful glare towards Eld who was watching the exchange with a discerning grin. He got the hint and went to join a group of colleagues by the overhead projector.

He turned back to her, “Yeah, Christmas parties aren’t really my thing but now that you’re here it doesn’t seem so shitty”

She smiled and blushed, taking a sip of punch. Her soft coral lipstick left an outline on the rim. He shook a very inappropriate thought from his mind.

Petra gave a shy smile back up at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m glad you showed up, I was hoping you’d come”.

Butterflies pounded in his chest. Petra offered him some punch. He grabbed himself a cup eagerly as they fell into an easy rapport.

After a while, the conversation inevitably turned to holiday plans.

Petra started, “Well I’ve got quite a large family so it’s absolute madness as you can imagine. But it’s so nice to see the kids all excited” She smiled affectionately before firing the question back at him, “So how do you usually spend the holidays?”

Levi swilled his beverage round the plastic cup, “Oh you know, the normal family dinner stuff. It’s quite quiet usually, my mom, uncle, cousin. Then I go back home, feed the cat and fall asleep to Die Hard. It’s nice to have some peace when the rest of the world’s going nuts over Christmas. No offence” he tacked on at the end.

Petra nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I get what you mean. It’s nice to curl up at the end of it all”

“I’ll drink to that”, he lifted his cup and they toasted to quiet holiday moments. He took a sip and noticed her staring at his lips. He mentally high fived himself. This was going well. Liquid courage coursed through his veins. The room melted away as Petra stared back with adoring eyes, licking the sugary residue of the punch off her lips. He started to lean in, lips parting and eyes lidded. This was it, the moment he finally got to-

“LEEEEEVVVIIIIII”

Oh fuck it all.

Hange appeared in all their chaotic glory. They greeted him with a rough pat on the back, “Leviii! What’s up shorty? How was that shit you were struggling with this morning?”

He answered through gritted teeth, “Real smooth four eyes”

Petra attempted to stifle a laugh by covering her face with her hand. Mortification seeped into every cell as Levi tried to redirect his oblivious - well, friend was a strong term at this point. He took a steadying breath and tried hinting to the eccentric that they were having a private conversation, “Petra and I were just talking about how nice it is to have some peace and quiet at this time of year”.

He could literally see The Point sailing over Hange’s head.

Instead of leaving the couple to continue their intimate exchange, Hange launched into an animated ramble about obscure holiday traditions. Every time Levi tried to hint that Hange needed to Fuck. Off. They ended up taking a bizarre tangent and prolonging the absurd interruption further.

By the time they finally left to annoy some more co workers, Levi turned back to Petra with a weary expression. With their conversation thoroughly derailed, his momentum to finally ask Petra out on a date had outright vanished.

Petra shot him an understanding look, “Hey, don’t take this the wrong way but you look tired”

Levi looked round at the room full of people laughing and drinking and dancing then down at his shoes. He let out a defeated sigh, “Urgh, I don’t mean to sound like a grinch and I get that people really enjoy all this holiday bullshit but these things exhaust me”.

She reached out and squeezed his hand. Like everything else about her, it was soft and warm. Her tender gaze was like a soothing balm, an antidote to the noise and bustle of the evening.

She finished her drink with a gulp, “You wanna get out of here?”

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They’d only meant to go out for some fresh air.

Honest.

She dragged him into the dimly lit printer room, lips crashing against one another as he cupped her ass and steadied himself against the printer. Petra squeaked in surprise as he lifted her up with ease to sit on the shelf of the photocopier, hips grinding into hers. She straddled him as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She dragged her nails over the expanse of his back, savouring the moan it elicited from his lips. He dipped his head to kiss the slender line of her neck, biting and sucking as she keened into his ear.

He ran his hand over the silky texture of her tights as her tongue writhed with his own. His hand travelled upwards and he was pleasantly surprised to find she was wearing a garter belt. Levi hooked his thumb under the strap and let go, a satisfying snap resonating out as it pinged back onto the creamy skin of her thigh. Petra let out a surprised gasp, her whole body jerking at the action. Levi smirked.

He hiked up her skirt and dipped a finger into her folds. Feeling how ready she was he added another as he pumped them in and out, Petra’s hands grabbing at the hair of his undercut as she rode his fingers, desperately trying to stifle her moans. Fuck he was so hard. This was better than any fantasy he could have imagined. She was so soft and sweet and apparently kinky enough to have sex in a print room whilst their colleagues partied on ignorant to what was going on next door. She palmed at his erection causing Levi to let out a breathy ‘fuck’. He let her undo the button on his trousers, slender fingers stroking him over his boxers. Levi devoured her lips once more, rutting into her hand and running his fingers roughly through her ginger hair.

Her walls began to flutter around his digits as he increased his pace, his thumb starting to rub against the sensitive nub of her clit. God she felt amazing. He imagined her tight around him as she gave his dick another squeeze, a damp patch already appearing with pre cum. Her breathy moan urged him on further as she guided his mouth to her breast, his nose nuzzling at the white lace of her bra to gain access to-

Fluorescent lighting flooded the closet rendezvous as the door opened. A startled Oruo stared at the pair as they sat entangled and stunned and half naked on the printer.

Oruo gaped at the pair, “…errrrr”

Petra was first to react, grabbing a spare toner cartridge and pointing it threateningly at her colleague, “One word Oruo, one single word to anyone and I shove this up your ass”

Oruo let out a strangled squeak, biting his tongue as he slammed the door back shut.

The pair looked back at each other, breathless. A surprised laugh escaped from his throat, “I think we just ruined Christmas for Oruo”

Petra echoed with her own laugh, “Ya think?”

Levi held her steady on the printer as the pair laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. He helped her down and they straightened themselves out. Petra made a face and pointed to her cheek, “Um, Levi you got a little….”

He looked at his reflection in one of the computer monitors. Sure enough, his face and shirt collar were covered in pink lipstick. He let out a breathy laugh, “You’ll be the death of me brat”.

Petra looped her arms round his neck, “You know we could always go back to my place and have a nice, quiet evening in”

Levi smirked against her lips, “Not if I can help it”

They escaped the judgemental eyes through the fire escape and hailed a taxi.

As the door to her apartment clicked shut, Levi found himself thinking that this year’s office party wasn’t so shitty after all.

END

Have a not shitty Christmas everyone ❤️

#rivetra #levi ackerman #petra ral #farlan church #hange ruins Christmas #not really #but they don’t exactly help #oruo bozad #blatant weaponisation of office equipment

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autistic-arlert · 5 years

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SNK-Eyes pt.2 by AkumaMaiden on @DeviantArt

Petra Ral

Oluo Bozard

Eld Gunn

Gunter Schultz

Mike Zacharius

Rico Brzenska

Pixis

Keith Shadis

Hannes

Grisha Jager

Carla Yeager.

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newsports21 · 3 years

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'Three games in a row' Jung Woo-young's potential as a starting pitcher 먹튀검증

먹튀검증먹튀사이트먹튀검증사이트먹튀 검증 먹튀 사이트 먹튀 검증 사이트

Woo-Young Jung (SC Freiburg) started three games in a row and increased the possibility of starting the game.

Freiburg defeated Borussia Dortmund 2-1 in the second round of the German Bundesliga for the 2021-2022 season held at 10:30 pm on the 21st (Korean time) at the Schwarzwald Stadium in Germany. Vincenzo Gripo and Roland Sulloi scored in succession. Dortmund only caught up with one goal thanks to an own goal from opponent Yannick Keitel. Jung Woo-young appeared as a starter and played for 70 minutes.

Jung Woo-young moved to Freiburg for the 2020-2021 season and showed potential by scoring 4 goals in 26 Bundesliga matches, but his settling time was only 813 minutes. He averaged about 32 minutes per game and was often used as a second-half joker rather than a starter.

This season, he has started every game. He played full-time in the first round of the DFB (German Football Association) against the Würzburg Kickers on the 9th, and played 70 minutes as a starter in the first round of the German Bundesliga on the 14th against Bielefeld.

I was able to confirm the advantage of Jung Woo-young, who can play in multiplayer. He played as a right winger before the Würzburg kickers and Bielefeld, and against Dortmund at two tops alongside Lucas Wheeler.

Jung Woo-young constantly ran and diligently digested his forward pressure. In the eighth minute of the first half he pressed Dortmund centre-back Manuel Akanzi, and in the 17th minute, another centre-back, Axel Witzel, continued his attempts to seize the ball. He pressed hard even in the 30th minute, leading to Witzel's back pass.

Jung Woo-young showed not only diligent defense but also aggressive aggression. Jung Woo-young, who caught the ball during the 23 minute counterattack, shot from the right side of the arc. In the 33rd minute, he broke Marco Reus' cross pass and broke through to create a menacing chance. Even at the 34th minute he made a counterattack by pressing Mohamed Da Hood and seizing the ball. Dahood forcibly caught Jung Woo-young and received a yellow card.

As soon as the second half started, Woo-Young Jung broke through the right and crossed Rafael Guerreiro, giving Roland Seoloi a threatening shot opportunity. In the 6th minute, he caught the ball from the right side of the arc and threatened Dortmuntu with a low ground shot. In the 7th minute, Freiburg became the starting point of the counterattacking process and crossed to Heller, and Helle's header pass led to Sulloi's winning goal.

However, in the end, they were disappointed that they could not create an attack point. In the 32nd minute of the first half, he got a cross from Christian Gunter and shot from a one-on-one opportunity from the front door, which went far beyond that. It is a pity that Nico Schultz had a decisive extra-goal opportunity even though there was an obstruction. Jung Woo-young also wrapped his head around and expressed his disappointment. In the 33-minute counterattack process, he faced a 2-2 situation with the Dortmund defense, but he missed the opportunity because he did not work well with Sulloi.

#먹튀검증 #먹튀검증사이트 #먹튀사이트

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verratensduo · 7 years

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The depths of one’s guilt/drabble(one shot)

Rules of the drabble

Likes and reblogs are okay, reposts are not

Do not steal my work and claim it as you own

This is nothing personal, these rules just exist to protect my writing from thieves. Tagging people who would like to read, or I hope would enjoy it. Oh and spoiler warning for anyone who does not want spoilers.

@oilyraven @eren–gayger @likeahbraus @definitely-not-normal @sugirandom @behutend @gemma53 @amusewonderland @freckledbodtsoldier @glitchcloud @speek-the-unknown @horsefaced-demon-from-hell @unfortunxtesoldier @bisexual-nishinoya @starrysparklesandshit @raw-ravioli @flxgelderfreiheit @deimpetueux @timid-warrior @salbelni

I hope you all enjoy this.

~Drabble start~

Everyone had surrounded Armin. The blond had just eaten Bertholdt and obtained the power of, presumably, the Colossal Titan. At least so logic would stand to reason. Eren ran right to him, hugging Armin’s body near his. He couldn’t believe this had happened. His best friend in the world, had almost died. Thankfully Levi had gotten some titan serum into him, at the cost of commander Erwin Smith’s life. So many people where surrounding Armin as they waited for the blond to wake. They wanted to know exactly how it felt to become a titan shifter, and what he remembered from the events leading up to it. Would he remember anything at all?

Everyone jumped when Armin suddenly woke up all panicky. He thrashed about as if in some sort of danger. It took both Eren and Mikasa to finally calm him down and get him into a sitting position. He sat there with a look of complete and total horror on his face. As if he had witnessed a life time of atrocities within the last few minutes alone. Eren was completely and totally shocked by all of this. And he wasn’t the only one, Jean’s face grew paler by second, especially after the horrible revelation about how Marco died.

The poor boy had overheard Reiner and Bertholdt talking about how Bertholt had done a good job at kicking the wall down. They tried to pass it off as a joke, but the freckled male hadn’t bought it. They stole his three d maneuver gear and left him for dead. After hearing that, both Eren and Jean shot off in opposite directions, tears streaming down their cheeks. Neither seemed to intend to return to the group at any point.

“Eren! Jean!” Armin and Connie yelled simultaneously, preparing to shoot off after them in pursuit of their angered and sorrowed comrades. They where not about to let them be devoured by the titans in a weakened emotional state.

Levi stepped in front of them. “Enough both of you, Eren and Jean are big boys. They can take care of themselves, They need time, not pity and people telling them not to mourn or trying to keep them from being human. They both have excellent awareness, leave them be for now.” The boys didn’t protest. They knew Levi had a point. Eren and Jean had always been more independent, but nobody had seen Eren actually legitimately cry out of anything other than anger before, and those sure as hell didn’t look like angry tears.

The brunet landed on a roof, alone thankfully. He now allowed sobs to accompany those tears. He was feeling a mix of emotions. Anger, fear, hatred, sorrow, guilt, and several others he could not quite describe even if he tried.

“Damn it! If only I hadn’t lost control of my titan form, if only I had been stronger, or quicker, if only I had not been so careless I could have prevented his death! He would be safe with the MP right now!” Eren yelled pounding his fist to the roof tears rolling faster with more sobs between.

He started to get a familiar feeling in his stomach, working it’s way up to his throat. “Oh god, not now, any time but now.” He thought as he tried to hold it back.

His tears, however, had other and quite different plans for Eren, and they definitely where not what he wanted. He went to sob, but it turned into a heave. And out it came.

The vile, disgusting, offensive taste of his own vomit filled his mouth. He coughed between moments, tears still flowing hot, with some sort of emotion which he could not describe with his own limited vocabulary, darn his bad eye site and lack of time to actually study. He wished he could describe this, despite the vile taste in his mouth and the constant pain of pushing the vomit out of his system.

He was relieved when that torture finally came to an end. His tears kept rolling, an d he sobbed, the after taste was unbearable, it only made this memory worse. He was now thinking back to every one that had died because of him.

“Mom, I was to weak to move the wood piece. Thomas Wagner, Mina Carolina, Mylius Zeramuski, and Nac Tias, I led them to their deaths with my terrible leadership. Petra Ral, Eld Jinn, Gunter Schultz, and Olou Bozado, I killed them with my indecisiveness. And now I know, Marco Bodt, I killed with my lack of control.” His thoughts echoed as he continued to cry and sob, another dry heave and more vomit came out, just chemicals this time, he had nothing left in his stomach to push out.

He managed to stop again, still sobbing, and barely able to keep his body from collapsing down into his own vomit. The scene really looked quite grotesque, there where tears dropping into the vomit Eren was almost laying face first in, and there was mucus leaking out of his nose, running down his face, dripping from his chin to the roof. Almost as if he where a walking bag of contamination he was releasing every disgusting nose and mouth fluid known to man. Ironic, as he hadn’t ever gotten sick since before he joined the cadet corps, probably thanks to the effects of the titan serum on his body.

“Oh quite it Eren. That is more than enough, on top of making a mess, you look like a mess.” A familiar voice sounded behind him, causing him to freeze up. He processed the sound of the voice, it took a few moments, but he turned around, his face looked like hell, it was disgusting, eyes red from crying, mucus on it, vomit had splashed onto his cheeks. “Clean your face up while you are at it.” The person standing before him continued.

Eren wiped his face as instructed, not like his clothes had feelings, but his eyes where glued to the face standing above. “N-No....it....it isn’t possible.....y-you can’t be here......Y-You died back in Trost.” Eren thought, but was unable to speak. He looked at that face, a face that he could never get out of his memory, not that he would ever want to forget it.

“M-Marco!” Eren ran at the freckled male to hug him. Maybe this was all just a horrible nightmare, maybe he would wake up and be in his barracks, with Thomas, Armin, and Marco trying to wake him up for combat training, something which was the only thing he was the best in, but was always late for it. Then, he went right through the freckled male.

Marco sighed. “Eren, I am happy to see you too, but unfortunately you cannot hug a ghost. It is most impossible. I am not made of hard material anymore. I was bitten in half in Trost remember?”

Eren felt his eyes water again. “I know, I just got hopeful that somehow this had all been a horrible nightmare, and that it would end very soon. I guess I have no such luck.”

Marco had a hard facial expression, something that appeared almost foreign to Eren. Then the ghost spoke again. “Eren, do you have any clue why I am here? Any clue what I have to say to you?”

Eren’s knees started to knock together. Fear was evident in his eyes, and tears started to roll again. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose control Marco. I know you should be here, just like my mother, just like Thomas, Mina, Mylius, Nac, Petra, Eld, Gunter, and Olou. I’m sorry. You deserved better than what you got. You all did.” He whimpered.

“Eren, shut up.” Marco gave him a harsh look. “My death is not even a fraction of why I am here.” The freckled ghost had another purpose entirely for this little surprise visit. Which of course left Eren wondering what this blast from the past meant. It was a few moments of a silence before the void would once again be filled. “Eren, I am here because of what you said, taking the weight of those deaths, including my own on your shoulders. It isn’t healthy, it will harm you, not help you.”

Eren had only a broken, defeated look in his eyes. As if he had given up a fight on his inside a long time ago and just accepted it. “But they are my fault Marco. My mom died because that would plank, and my inability to move it. Thomas, Mina, Mylius, and Nac died because I led them right to the slaughter like lambs. You died because I could not control my titan form. Petra, Eld, Gunter, and Olou all died because of my indecisiveness, it is very much so my fault Marco.” The answer was almost....rehearsed, as if he had practiced saying this before.

“Eren that is not it at all!” Was the snappy reply from the freckled ghost. How could Eren think like this?

“It is Marco! I could have saved all of them. If I had just been stronger, smarter, faster, smarter....”

Marco could only feel frustration as Eren said this. “Eren that is only partially true, is it possible you could have saved us in that case? Yes, but you’ll never know now! Stop living in what if.”

Eren shook his head. “I would have! There is no way I wouldn’t have!”

Marco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had hoped not to take this. “Okay Eren, I will tell you what I really think, are you sure you want to hear it?”

The titan shifter’s eyes said no, but his mouth wished to tell a different story. “Yes, please Marco. I need to know.”

The ghost’s expression suddenly changed, and became dark. “I do think it is all your fault Eren. Tell me Eren, why did I have to die? Why did I have to die instead of you? Why did your squad have to die for you Eren? Why did your mom have to die for you? Why couldn’t you just give in and die? Why did so many others have to take or your place? Why couldn’t you have just stayed dead? Why did so many have to die trying to help you?”

Eren felt tears rolling faster now. So this was how Marco really felt.....at least he was being honest, even if it was brutally so.

The expression became harsher as the fallen freckled cadet continued. “I think you are the worst kind of person Eren, a coward that fakes bravery. I was one too, the difference is I didn’t let people die for me, or lead people to death senselessly. If I am being honest, I hate you Eren Yeager.”

Eren was bawling at this point. Once again he was a total mess. “Why would you say that? Marco, please, please, please, please, please don’t hate me!” He pleaded with the freckled angel? Ghost? What ever the heck he was now.

The ghost face palmed. Of course, Eren was not all that bright, he should have known that reverse psychology would never work with Eren. This was a stupid mistake that he could not afford to repeat.

“No Eren, I did not mean that. I am sorry. I was just trying to get you to see how stupid you sound. I promise I don’t hate you.” The freckled one tried to console the shifter as he started to fade.

“I don’t have much time left, I should have told you sooner, but here, this is a message, from all of us. Dwelling on the what ifs was never meant to be done, please, for all of us, especially your mother, try to stop blaming yourself for our deaths.” Marco pleaded.

“I-I will.” Eren said tears rolling down his cheeks again. He would ask for more time, or to see his mother, but that would be selfish of him. They where supposed to be resting for a reason, their time in hell was over, so now they got to sleep in the stars.

Soon the ghost was gone, as if it had never been there. All that stood on that roof now, was Eren Yeager, staring at the sky as the rain came to wash away the filth his fit had left behind, and washing away all evidence that Eren had ever been crying, or that he talked to anyone.

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