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Laughter of children filling the streets. With coin to spend and sweets in hand, they were utterly hopped up on sugar. Nothing stopping them. Bells sounding, chattering and the clopping of thick heeled shoes. “Miss (L/N)!!!” Three children shout, the young ones gave her a wave and rushed passed. The days of being a child, no real care in the world. How she sometimes missed it. Too bad the world was in constant battle with itself. Stopped near the corner edge, she cast her eyes to the far reach of the ocean front. Though it was far away, it still had been beautiful to look over, even with the soft pink and orange glow of the coming evening.
“Hey pretty lady...” A slurred voice got her attention. She took a breath; really not wanting to face him. But she really didn’t care for the trouble of him pursuing. “Damn, you’re cute today.”
“And you’re drunk, Arrick. How was work today?”
“Absolute shit… Can’t stand those Elien—E-Elizzen… Alien?”
“Eldian, let’s show them respect. Wouldn’t want them to be disrespectful to you.” She gently scolds; Arrick and his companions all laugh, his hand reaching over and gripping her lower jaw.
“No one gives a shit what their called! Fucking cannon fodder! Sinful wastes of space. Come on (Nickname)… drink with us.”
“Nope. Not until you change your ways.” She says, looking at her watch. “I have to go. I have a shift over at the hospital before it gets too dark.” She says, the man leaning close to get a kiss and she raised her book to block it. His fingers loosen and she quickly tottered off. Honestly he could be overbearing and crude. What happened to the young man she once knew.
“Fucking bitch. Think she so—too good cause that bastard Tybur funds her family. Lucky she’s rich and cute otherwise no one would want some stupid teacher, who takes care of those worthless Eldian soldiers.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me if she’s shacking one.” A tubby one says, making his other friend twist his face in disgust.
“Hey! You don’t talk shit about my girl!” Arrick defends her. “She’s too smart for those deviling. I’ll her away from them all one day. Don’t like knowing any of them touch my lady.” He spits a wad at the ground, seeing her disappear around the wall. He loved her, he obsessed over the music teacher and demand she be his on many occasions. But she always told him no. Curiously, he wondered if their were a man in her life… Certainly wasn’t an Eldian.
Better not be.
“Rose! Shannon. Sorry I’m late.” She quickly put her bag down behind the desk. “Arrick’s drunk again and held me up.”
“God, you still hang around that gross man.” Rose twist a bit of her blonde hair around her finger. (Y/N) laughed softly. Everyone knew how much of a leech he often had been; drowning in debt, drinking and in between jobs, it was lucky anyone wanted to offer him any solace. But, he was her childhood friend, often enough in school she aided him and helped the boy pass things he didn’t bother to learn. Perhaps she did feel something for him—at that time. Maybe do a bit now, but nothing as strong, as he’d become more vulgar and twisted. Especially with the way he treats the Eldian people. Even the kids, there is no special cases.
“Alright ladies!” The head nurse called. “I don’t want to hear any complaints today, these people need our help and having served, the best you can do is show them care.”
“Yes Ma’am.” The group of nursing assistants answer. Directing them out the door, the group of three take a space off on the side, Shannon quickly taking a smoke.
“You staying all day?”
“I will stay for a while; but you know I have a private session tonight and school tomorrow. Music won’t teach itself.” (Y/N) smiles. While Rose agreed, Shannon rolled her eyes. She hated haw she acted, well, in her own mind, ‘high and mighty’. Guess she didn’t have a lot of fans. Roses’ patient arrived; a man suffering from episodes of the war. Poor man survived, but barely. The wounds on his flesh told quite the story of how he and close contacts with flames ruined him, inside and out.
Shannon puffed out her smoke. “Well, you’re getting that one. I’m not dealing with him again.” She points to the amputee, sitting far away and merely staring at the ground. “Not like anyone can get him to move off that fucking bench.”
“Would you, if your leg was gone? Poor man suffered, let’s not be too rude.”
“Girl, shut up and go.” She hissed. (Y/N) snickered at her and waved, slowly making her way over to the brunette, he never looked away from the ground. Barely interested in giving her the time of day. (Y/N) stepped closer and the wounded soldier raise his head. His eyes were empty. No light, no life. Though his greens were quite pretty, accenting his handsome face. He was completely lethargic.
“Hi, mind if I share the bench with you?” She asked, he barely made a sound. Not as if he had control of the seating. Sliding down, he gave her a space to sit and she cheerily claimed the spot next to him. “Thank you—Oh, I don’t know your name. I’ll be helping you, for a while. I’m (Y/N) (L/N). A pleasure to meet you…” She egged him to offer her a name. The green eyed man looked to her, a slight turn and then right back to facing front again.
“Kruger...”
“Kruger? Okay. Nice to meet you Kruger.” She says, pressing her hands to her knees. “I’m sorry you keep getting nurse changes. Must be tiring to keep reintroduce yourself over and over again to new people.”
“I’m… not bothered.” He says, never looking at her. Well, he was stoic and stubborn. “You do not need to watch me or sit here. I’ll go back in when it’s time.”
“You don’t like company? I’ve seen you with sweet little blonde boy every so often, do you prefer him?” (Y/N) asked, looking around for the chosen warrior. He wasn’t here today. Kruger shook his head and spoke softly. His voice was deep, smooth and fitting to his whole drawl of energy.
“I don’t seek it. But if it happens, it’s not a big deal.” He finally turned his head towards her, taking the woman’s appearance in. (H/C) colored hair; heavily unusual for anyone, round frame glass, looking almost too big for her small face and the prettiest (E/C) colored eyes he’s ever—well, he’s never seen anyone with (shade) eyes before. But they were perfect to her dainty face. “What are you?”
“Me? I’m a music teacher who moonlights as a nurse. Nothing too special.” She says, then giggled. “What an odd question to ask Mr. Kruger. Should I ask you the same thing?” (Y/N) played back, but he didn’t seem to take the hook. Though, interestingly enough, he kept staring at her face.
“I—am I not obvious enough? I’m just… an Eldian.” Kruger finally looked away from her. The woman tilted her head for a moment and then sighed a bit. She turned back and watched the others interact with the soldiers.
“Just means your more special than others, you know. I don’t mean that in a bad way, just that there is something bigger within you than the rest of us. You know.” She says, his head rose again. That wasn’t a statement anyone would make. Especially a Marleyan. “Would you like to take a walk, Mr. Kruger? It would be nice to get some air—well, more than what we’re getting now.”
For a moment, he wasn’t up for this. He knew nothing about this woman and wasn’t sure what her motives could or would be. But, something about her sweet demeanor made him, well, curious. (Y/N) stood up first and slowly, he had as well. Though he stumbled a bit, Kruger managed to get his balance; the young woman did reach out to help. Sighing a relieved breath when he didn’t hit the ground. (Y/N) escorted Kruger from the yard. They didn’t go far, because she didn’t want to wear him out, at least they walked the block a while, silent for half it.
“Why are you doing this? Usually I am left alone.”
“Well, because I wanted too, Mr. Kruger. Everyone needs company, even for a little while.”
“You know what I am.” He says and walking at her side.
“I do, but who am I to be bothered. You are man, like every other male. Eldian or Marleyan, it’s about being a living being. And deserving of the respect for not only serving, but for keeping strong and hanging on.” She remarks, the man all but missed a step and fell against her, she panicked and grabbed him; hands going under his jacket by accident; fortunately or unfortunately, it wasn’t her place to say. “T—Tell me when it’s too much on you.” She awes, pulling her hands more to his sides. ‘Whoa… is there any place on this guy that don’t—Ah!’ she perish the though the sudden reaction of hers did not go unnoticed.
He’ll keep it in the back of his mind, for the time.
(Y/N) helped the man stand back up and with a hand on his free arm, she guide him to walk and slowly. Over the course of her week, the young woman spent her time with the Eldian soldier, after school, though her weekends were hers to do with what she pleased. Though Kruger seemed to be rough to most, she found him rather intriguing. The way he spoke, the things he talked about… He sounded like he lived life after life. The friends he had—have? He spoke rather fondly of, if very vaguely. She wasn’t one to pry.
“Miss (L/N), look!” A young girl called, stopping the woman and showing her a picture.
“Good Lucy. Mark careful on the paint, no, Timothy.” She reached over and claimed the glue. “Where is this—Ah! Shannon, what took you so long?”
“Dunno; come on, I’m here.” She complained, putting her bag on top of Timothy’s painting. (Y/N) sighed and left for her the door. The woman quickly got out before being called again. As much as she loves the children. This was her day off, and she had plans. Not here, but she wanted to spend it with her own daughter. Waving, she finally made her way out and carried on through the town. An event would be likely to happen in the next few days. Something, she didn’t take kindly to herself, as Willy often brought it up as a mock way, to keep the people where they belong. All because of those damned Titans.
Passing by, the music teacher waved to a few familiar faces and stopped before a cart. “Hello again, your usual?” He asked, the woman gave him a nod. “We ever going to meet the secret admirer? Would love to get his thoughts on my doughnuts he loves so much.”
“One day, I promise. As soon as I know, it’s not going to end again.” She says, a sullen expression on her face. The cart owner sighs, adding three extra to her box. He always had a soft spot for the young woman, sweet and such a caring teacher. Not fair she had to live through something tragic. “Thanks Albert. I’ll sing your praises.” She claimed the pink box. The older man laughed and waved her off. Another stop, and she brought a simple bouquet of daisies. Her favorites; first time she was given one, was by that man. Simply couldn’t be mad at a flower, for what he had done. But, there was a notice.
She wasn’t alone. Picking up her order, she made her way off and going outside the city limits; though before she could break over, Arrick and his friends stopped her. Not this; not today. “Don’t you look fucking fine today. What are you doing, that you all dressed up like that?”
“Like what? I just got off work, I just want to enjoy my day.” She tried to step around them, only for one of them to block her path. Arrick; he really had become a terrible man.
“You’re not going to go spend more time with those devil soldiers. Honestly, you’re about as close to ass, they will ever get to touch accidentally.” He remarks, the two laughed in agreement. She rolled her eyes and did her best to remain calm. “Why don’t you go mosey back the other way and wait for me to come see you, maybe we can have that date.”
“Nope. Not over my dead body Arrick.” The lights in her eyes dimmed. “I’m not interested in you or anyone—”
“Not what you keep telling the pastry fucker.” A thinner, lankier man remarks, she shoots a dark look over at him. “Sounds like you’re—”
“Did it ever occur to you that a woman don’t like to be spied on. Prying into her business won’t make you seem sincere or attractive. Just fucking creepy and disrespectful. And if you have any semblance of care, you will let me do what I came here and not act like a spoiled bitch.”
“What did you say?” He stalked up to her, only to be held back when one of the MPs were passing by. “You better watch your tongue, (L/N). You fucking Eldian supporters never last. I’m trying to save you, so take the hand. Don’t want that pretty body rotting in the ground too soon.” He reached up and flicked her short hair. “Let’s go.”
The three men soon walked away from her and she hissed softly, not about to let those dickheads ruin the remainder of her day. When they were out of sight, she turned enough to see the MPs further away. “You can come out too. You are very good, but I’ve done a lot of sneaking around in my life.” (Y/N) chuckle. “Thanks for not risking being seen to shut them down.”
She watched the wounded Eldian hobble out from the small alleyway; the tall man with the chestnut hair and piercing green eyes, gave her a rather dead look. Well, that was usual for him. Was a shame he lost his other eyes; the man was quite captivating. In need of a shave, but she wasn’t all that bother, gave him the additional masculinity boost. “You’re Marleyan. Why do you act like this, towards us.”
She sighed and shook her head. Moving next to him, she smiled and urged him to walk with her. Not as if he needed to go back just yet. Some company, she actually enjoyed. “Labels, Krueger. I really don’t like them Marleyan, Eldians, Devils. Even the Subjects of Ymir, it just words that shouldn’t define who we are and those we choose to be around. It’s all pretty stupid.”
“If only… everyone thought as you.” He replied, following alongside her. “Eren...”
“Huh?” (Y/N) tilts her head.
“My first name…. Is Eren.”
The woman beamed, a first name basis. She thought it would take longer for him to get comfortable with her. But this tickled her heart, just a bit. “Eren Krueger. Did you keep it from me because of everyone raving about Eren from the island?” She asked, he wasn’t certain if it were best to answer that. “It’s okay. Even if you told me, I wouldn’t think less about you.”
“Why?”
“Given all I heard, honestly… I don’t believe the things that they say. Island of devils. One man’s lust for power, is another man’s fearful propaganda to brainwash people. I’ve never been to the island, but I always dreamed about it, since I was a girl.” She says, Eren’s single eye widening at that moment. She couldn’t be for real. Did she know who he actually had been? Or was she trying to sympathize. “I believe, if the Military could pull up their shorts and just make peace, Paradis and Marley can coincide.” She says, stopping at a hillside. There was a hitch in her breathing and Eren noticed this.
“Something wrong?” He asked, looking up at the hill, two tree formed around each other. Taken aback, he watched a tear slide down her face.
“Never gets easier; coming up here. Ah, s—sorry.” She reached up and wiped her eyes. It was here he put the pieces together. Flowers, though he still wasn’t sure about the box of doughnuts.
“Someone buried up there. Aren’t they?”
“Yeah… You don’t—”
“Who is it?”
She blinks. “E-Eren, it’s okay. It might be too much on you to—hey!” Her flowers were taken away and he walked on. That man was stubborn. But a part of her, was happy to go with anyone. The two of them carried on up the hill.
“Could I ask…?” Eren asked, she standing close by, in case he struggled or fell.
“I don’t mind sharing. Everyone in my life who knew about it, often don’t like talking about it. But, I really don’t care.” She exhaled. “About six years ago, I met a man. Sweet gentleman. Blonde hair and green eyes, he was a constantly disrespected. Especially by Arrick and his friends. Well educated and his desire for books. Well, it gave me reason to make up reasons to go see him. What can I say, I didn’t see brands.”
“He was an Eldian?”
“Yeah. He tried to hide it from me, but I was well aware of who he was. Didn’t realize he was watching me too. Love works in the strangest ways.” She blushed. The two of them reached the top of the hill. A scenic overlook of the ocean and the ports below. Don’t matter if he was born as a subject or Ymir or a basic human, I just… knew I loved the man I met—When he was the man I met.” She reached over to Eren and claimed the flowers. Leaving his side, she went to the tree and gently placed the daisies before an etched tombstone.
Eren eyed the grave; but that wasn’t a man’s name. It was a girl—and by the date.. She was still very much a baby. “You had a child?”
“We did.” She sniffled, placing the pink box down. “(Daughter's name). And by labels sake; blood test too—she was Eldian, like her dad.” (Y/N) smiled. Eren moved over and rested his crutch against the tree; slowly easing his way down and sitting next to her. “Beautiful little girl; we could hardly take anywhere, without us being scrutinized and taunted. Taylor… he couldn’t take it and eventually fell into a deep depression. He regretted me, regretted our baby. Wished he could all make it go away.”
Eren stared off, hearing her story and not liking where the sounds of this concluding tale was going. “I did everything in my power, to tell him… to prove to him, I didn’t care. I loved him, I loved out family. Even if they shamed me forever. I was more proud, living my life, with those I loved, than anything. But he was far more tired of the ridicule.” She tried to wipe her eyes dry. “Daisies, were the first flower he gave me. When he confessed his feelings and the cream doughnuts. A Father and Daughter special. They could eat it all day and not have a care in the world. That should have mattered more. Watching our baby grow up, living happy and maybe… going somewhere different. Better. Didn’t matter where.”
“He killed her, didn’t he?” Eren questions without an ounce of emotion. He knew exactly what was going on. “Is he still alive?”
She nodded and then shrugged. How disgusting. Save himself, and end his own daughter’s life. “Every day, he gritted on about living quietly. And it didn’t help those who continued to throw stones at him; literally and figuratively. They wanted nothing more than for him to die. Somehow, he got it in his head that her life meant less than his.” She softly sobbed into her hands. “S—She…. She only only four years old. My baby… Stabbed twice in the neck and eight times in the heart. He wanted nothing more than people’s approval. He murdered my little girl and cast her to the fire. Without remorse. My sweet (Child's Nickname).”
It was… incredibly different, seeing someone of Marleyan decent, actually show desire towards an Eldian. Speaking so fondly and crying for the loss of one—two. She loved this Taylor, as much as she loved her daughter. Eren let her cry for the time she needed, the sun was setting further and further down the coast. He wasn’t completely without emotion, he knew what it was like to lose, the same as she. Reaching a hand over and with an arm over her shoulder, she was pulled into his body and practically fallen on his shoulder. (Y/N) was at a loss for words, he didn’t have much he could share. But he would try. Her compassion, for everyone… it was beautiful, foolish for certain but, gods why couldn’t everyone share her compassion.
“Ever if you can’t see her, feel her, hear her. She is without pain or suffering. God or no god, no matter how you view it. I can say, she’s happier.”
“Eren…?” She awed. The soldier cast his gaze away from her; still watching the sea front.
“I know… she would have been a lot like you, (Y/N).”
The heat burned her cheeks, the young woman looking away from him as well. That was… the first time anyone ever said something so sweet about her. To think she and her little girl would have been alike; it made her gently cry a bit more. Quiet, but she was happy. “You know a way to a girl’s heart, Eren.” She says, sitting up a bit. A girl’s—no, that was not his aim, but hearing that tender giggle of her opened a door he misplaced the key too. Perhaps it was just the moment… When did he last spend alone time with a pretty woman? “Here… Since you’re so sure. I know (Child's Nickname) would have loved to share one of her favorites, with a kind man like you.” She held out the chocolate coated pastry.
For a moment, he hesitated. It was bad, getting close to anyone, especially a Marleyan. Perhaps… this one could be moved. Wait! Was he thinking about sending her away? Though as he took a bite, the light all but briefly returned to his eye. “This—”
“Good right? I wouldn’t have tried it myself, if (Child's Nickname) didn’t groan on about it.” She took a bite of her own. The sun had gone down and the lights of the city came to life; though their hill was dark, she stood up and twisted a small mechanical handle. Little lights came to the branches of the tree. “I like to give her some light, so she knows I’m here.” (Y/N) sat back down. They had but one pastry left. Which she split with Eren. “Thank you Eren, for indulging my story.” She gave him one half.
“I just… listened, I didn’t do anything.”
“Listening is more than enough. Sometimes a good shoulder is more than anyone could ask for.” (Y/N) says, eating her last doughnut. “I never got to talk to anyone, about how proud I was of my baby girl. Smart, quick read, loved to draw. So much I would have loved to show her. Maybe… Paradis would have been a better place.”
“Everywhere you go, it is terrible.” He remarked, before turning to her; a hand reaching towards her face. His long fingers tracing down her cheek. “But it is the people who are in it, that makes it worthwhile. You should leave here, as soon as you can.”
“Nothing really tying me here. Other than trying to make a living.” She says, exhaling softly. “But what about you Eren? Even with no one here… it would be remiss of me to lose contact with someone like you.” She says, drumming her fingers against her skirted knees. “It’s been so long since I opened up to anyone, I feel like I could confide anything in you—Ah, sorry, I am getting ahead of myself.”
The man watched those low colored eyes of hers. “Treat every moment as if is your last and enjoy it. I can see the adventure in your eyes and once you take that first step. It’s all yours.” He tells her; somehow, she was lost in the moment. Eren was… gorgeous, even with a patch. Dashing, like one of those pirates from fiction. There was silence and between them, a kiss and questions. All running through both their heads before she drew back.
“E—Eren I’m sorry. F-Forgive me, I am crossing lines.” She drew back, only for his large hand to grip her hair. Though she winced, she had been distracted by the soldier claiming her lips again. Honestly, she didn’t see her evening going this route, but damn if she wasn’t agreeing with the direction. He was quite the kisser.
“Treat it like it’s your last…. Come here, pretty (L/N).” He took her hand in his, pulling the woman across his lap; and seated on him, his back against the tree and her hands on his shoulders. “I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me, that is not the gaze of a coward or a careless woman. So if I can be honest, it’s left me wanting—hungry. Give this old soldier, a night to remember. Even if it would be, the only one.”
“I—Eren, um...” She bit her lip, the blush bleeding over her cheeks. Damn, even with a deadpan expression, he was just as beautiful. Reaching her hands to his face, she cup the wounded Eren’s cheeks. “Guess I have a type.”
“What type is that?” He leaned closer, his arms around her waist and pressing her against him.
“Beautiful men and stunning eyes. Rugged and sweet.” He watched her; unsure what to say in the matter. He hadn’t been complimented a lot—rather so tenderly. Why did this woman have to be one of them. Perhaps… he could get her away from here. She leaned in and kissed the man again, the two passionately engaged in the moment; her fingers combing through his chocolate colored hair, his strong arms squeezing around her waist.
Like before, her hands glided down his face and pressed to his thick pectorals; her fingers gripping his shirt and tugging at it impatiently. Chuckling in her mouth, Eren drew back a bit and gazed up at her. Seems she was touch starved. It wasn’t as if she could strip herself or him out here. Already running a risk of being noticed, but at his whim, why should she care? “Let me lead.”
“I wouldn’t doubt your strength, Eren. But, at least let me treat you first.” She says, her flexed fingers in the sleeves of his coat hand pushed the, down his arm and helping him out of it. “I think the meds will be looking for you soon, after al you’ve been gone for some time.” The woman mutters into his neck, tasting the soldier’s skin. He shivered under her, his hips grinding upwards and digging his throbbing and tenting bulge up against her.
“Then we shouldn’t waste time.” He says, taking her hands. This stopped her and she sat back up. “We’re not exactly in an ideal place. Next time, somewhere more private.” Eren purred and (Y/N) gulped. Next time! He wanted more? More time with her. Was this good, for the Soldier? She didn’t want another instance like Taylor; she wouldn’t want to put the wounded man in a harsh state. But, Eren seemed far stronger than Taylor. Distracted, she didn’t notice him move. Now against her throat, he kissed softly, his left hand free and well under her skirt; two fingers rubbing against the material of her panties.
“Hrk! W—Wait?! Y—You can t-touch, but I can’t?” (Y/N) whined, but did not let the joy only satisfy herself. Shifting her skirt about, he pushed a bit harder and throwing her into the fire more. Almost falling forward against him, she at least got her fingers around his pants button. Oh, he was enjoying the teasing. The woman on his lap panted, feeling herself salivate as she felt those long fingers push her cloth up inside… now that was cruel. “Mmm, t-that’s… wrong.” She says and his brow raise.
“Why? Because you haven’t got your touch yet?” Eren coos, his voice dripping with lust now. Taking his hand back for a moment, those same two fingers pressed into his mouth, twisting his tongue around them and sucked enough to soak those digit. And mezmerizing her for a hard moment in time. There was no way, a woman wouldn’t be waiting for him at home… How the hell did no one snag this hot man; especially another Eldian. Taking his fingers out, his tongue hanging over his lower lip and for a hot moment his fingers and tongue were still connected by the thinning strand. “You’re drooling.” He tells her.
The woman hiccupped and drew her hand back, brushing her back hand against her mouth. But, there was nothing there. “Hey, I didn—Aah!” She jolts, her body raising upward. Those soaked fingers, once sliding the woman’s panties aside and thrusting upwards inside her. “Ohhh—shi—” She gasp; her current sitting position didn’t help. Honestly he could go deeper another way, but she’d make do. Eren, fascinated with the sounds of her sweet gasp and tender moans; well, he’d just eat her up. (Y/N) fumble with his pants, she finally gotten them loose and even with him throwing her more on the fire, his rough thumb rubbing her clit. Lighting up the rest of her nerves.
“You’re needy, aren’t you? How long since you’ve last fucked?”
“I—I…. Aah, D—Don’t ask a—a woman that.” She swallowed again, leaning herself over, resting her head on his shoulder. She couldn’t look him in the face; his piercing gaze could see straight through her and somehow, she never found herself feeling more weak before a man. Her hands now holding his lengthy erection, the thumb of her left hand brushing around the head of his cock, rubbing his pre-ejaculation against his hot skin. Eren’s chest rumbled, as she stroked him slowly, his breathing picked up.
“That’s fine. Will break the abstained streak.” He tells her, rubbing her harder. His free hand pushed her hair over the opposite side of her neck and was dying to but his mouth on something of hers. He had an ideal place, but not now. Against her neck, he breathed and scratched his teeth against her; she groaned against his shoulder and rubbed him faster. Fuck, this was different. Not even her last boyfriend turned her into an inferno, like Eren had. One swelled marking later, the Eldian’s patience was waning. “Ride me (Y/N). I want to feel you squeeze me like you’re doing my fingers.” He tells her, sliding his fingers from her moist folds.
She shivered, already missing his rather harsh touch. “Ngh—” She complained and sat up off his shoulder, her hands replacing it. Once again, she avoid his eyes, she was melting and it was because of him. Not often a man’s look could make her feel so naked—so vulnerable. His hands at her waist and lining her up with his cock. (Y/N) lips part a slight, a small whimper rolling off them and Eren, leaning to those cutely pouted lip and kissed her again, slowly sliding her down his thick shaft. Her moans in his mouth, just as he wanted and finally getting her all the way down. Her body quaked, feeling full with Eren right now.
Parting from his kiss, she gasped, another slur leaving her mouth only to be taken by the Soldier inside her. Hungry? This man was as starved as she had been. Eren guided her up and then down; the two meeting in perfect sync as he thrusted upwards to meet her bound after rebound. “Fuck, you’re so—ahh, warm and tight.”
“Eren… Aah, so good. Ohh, harder. Please!” She begged, wrapping her arms around his neck. There was no avoiding those haunting greens now. (Y/N) trapped herself, and ready to drown in this man’s desire. “Ohh, I love it!”
Gritting his teeth, he swallowed all her delicious sounds, aching for more. Damn it, this was bad but for a fact he’d have this woman again, as many times as he could while he was here. Was that wrong? The world was selfish and cruel, now why couldn’t he do the same, if only in regards to a bit of his needs. Not many chances too anymore; with such a short life left to live. Nothing matter than this fucking moment. “Yeah? Like riding the devil’s dick, huh? Naughty girl… Fuck! You feel wonderful (Nickname)!”
“De—Mhm!” She presses closer to him, the two panting against one another’s lips; heated breathes and questionable mutterings. She would feed into it, if it mean she could keep going. Keep, him. “Yes, oh gods yes! Ah, I’m close. Eren, I’m so close.” She whimper, dropping back down harder each time. Eren, now moaning her name, kiss after irregular kiss, the two squeezed each other tighter. “Please...”
“Please what? Pretty (L/N)? Say it.”
“E—Eren, oh! I—Inside, I want it!” She cries. “I want the devil’s seed!”
“Heh, begging like that… Ah, how can I refuse.” He grunted, throwing himself up against her a few more time, her very nails scratching at the back of his shirt. Blinded by her own orgasm, she held him close and released all around him, and right behind her Eren splashed her tender walls with his hot seed; just as she begged. He slowed to a stop, still deep within her and spurting his last.
“Oh… my fuck…” (Y/N) gulped, her whole body shivering against him and for a moment, he knew the joy and pleasure. Would he get her off this island. She’d be safer—with him on his own. She wouldn’t be the first Marleyan on his island.
“(Y/N)… promise me, you will leave. Before the festival.”
Huh? The festival? Why was he so adamant about her leaving? Sure, she wanted too but where would she go? How would she survive? “Eren, I want too, but I have nowhere to—”
“Meet me back here, the morning of the Festival.”
“H—Huh? But I—”
“Promise me.” He ask again. She nodded and this somehow managed to relax the soldier. Pulling her against him, he hugged the Marleyan woman tight. If he could preserve this kindness, this love, this woman. He will. She hugged him back, her fingers tussling his brown hair. Such a sweet man he had been. A shame he had suffered, but how much worse could it be?
(Y/N) and Eren finally parted; leaving her daughter’s site… wasn’t her intentions to defile the grounds, but she asked for her child’s forgiveness and Eren’s on the matters. The teacher returned the Soldier to the hospital, being scolded by Rose, who thought her being far too irresponsible with the man. Eren, requesting only (Y/N) as his caregiver, for the rest of his stay… was out of the ordinary for all of them. Of course, no one knew what happened only a few hours ago. Saying her goodnights to them all, Eren watched her disappear and the woman still reeling over the fact she literally took a spin on one of her patients.
“Oh my god, what is wrong with me.” She groans, stopping mid way of her apartment. ‘D—Did I really, enjoy that?’
Her cheeks enflamed, remembering how he felt inside her. Honestly feeling so good, with his warm seed still inside her. Was it bad, she had thoughts about more? Maybe even, carrying his— “(Y/N) you’re crazy!”
“Oh yes, you are.” Arrick’s seething tone made her turn around. Taking a step back, she bumped into someone behind her gripped her by the arms and held her in place. “Now, I get it… Going up their and visiting your dead rat of a baby girl. What mother wouldn’t love her child, even when she’s a fucking devil.”
“Don’t you dare speak that way about her! Let go bastard—Ahh!”
Arrick struck her across the cheek, she stopped talking.
“You’re a fucking disgrace (Nickname)! I tried! I tried to get you on a better path, to save you from your mistakes. But you just keep forcing my hands here girl! First that Elidian fuck and his dirty spawn. And now you’re fucking wounded subject soldiers? Damn I didn’t know how easy it was to get you to open your legs.”
She chuckled and lowered her head, the man unsure why she had; that is until she spoke. “You know… This is why I could never be with you Arrick.” (Y/N) lifted her head again, the defiance in her eyes now. “I know you were the one who convinced Taylor to kill my baby and you’d probably do it again, if you assumed I would finally choose you. But you know what, I won’t. I never will. You are a bigoted pig, disgusting down to the core and nothing about you is remotely worth wanting to fuck. I’d rather dance with the devil, then be your bitch. He fucks way better than a sow like you.” She bit and his clenched fist hit her straight in the face.
“H—Hey! Arrick you’re doing to much.” The one holding her say; now he was feeling scared. This wasn’t the plan, and he was against hitting women.
“Shut the fuck up! She needs to learns some proper manners.” He says, taking out a small hand blade. “Hold her or I will kill you.”
“Pathetic… Can’t even fight a woman alone.” She spits blood at his shoe. “No wonder you’re so sad. Whatever happens to me, you better pray I don’t find my way back to you. I will be your never-ending nightmare.” She warns him; something the man hadn’t taken so kindly too. Grinning from ear to ear, (Y/N) braced herself for the worst.
The morning of the Festival, the spirits were high and everyone was ready for a riveting show. The stage set, the guest; both Eldian and Marleyan alike already starting to gather. Yet, at the far edge of the break from the inner town, Eren had returned to that tree. Any hopes he had for her going away with him, were crush. Along with the remaining hope he had for any of them.
Barely clothed and strung up to the tree, his brief encounter with the beautiful nurse, had been ended. It had been three days since anyone had seen or heard from her. She hadn’t even attended her normal classes. The wounded soldier's only eye, wet with tears; taking in the brutal way she was left to die. Carved into her bare stomach, were the words ‘Devil loving whore’; her baby dug up and left at her feet, the blanket she was wrapped in, stomped and crushed. (Y/N) throat slashed and for certain, that was her tongue next to the baby blanket. Her fingers broken, knees too. If it weren’t for the lights tied so tightly around her body, she would have been on top of her daughter’ remains.
“My… (L/N).” Why did he expect anything good from these people. She, being the only one worth even giving a right shit about…. And she was gone. Taken away, due to the spite and jealousy of another man’s burned nature. “I promise you, (Y/N)…” He stepped over to her dead body; she was stiff, cold and, oh how he hated it. One last kiss, to her icy lips, he swore they would all pay. It was already set in stone, since the day he breached the walls with his comrades. But he would carry her hatred, her vengeance in his heart and return it to them, the way she deserved. Starting, with the cowardly fuck who disrespected his people, him and his woman.
They want the devil, now he comes on high. With nothing but relentless fury.