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âShinken Yellow! Hanaori Kotohaâ
Defo one of my finest edit frđââïž
Among a Myriad of Stars
the Valkyrie's Voyage begins!
At eight years old, she was a walking headache. At least, thatâs what everyone said about her, and the proof was currently echoing through the tribeâs small neighborhood. A blood-curdling scream pierced the air; even without looking, the villagers already knew the culprit.
"Get back here!"
The snow crunched beneath her boots as she bolted from the scene of her latest "crime," her laughter ringing through the bustling streets. Just as she rounded a corner, she slammed into someone. The impact was hard enough to send her reeling, but a pair of quick arms caught her before she could hit the ground.
"Sister!" Freyaâs eyes brightened as she recognized the figure, her small arms immediately wrapping around the woman's waist.
"Freya? What are you doing here?" Skuld chuckled at the girlâs ever-vigorous demeanor. Freya didn't answer; she just looked up with a wide, toothy grin.
But the escape was short-lived. Suddenly, Freya was yanked from her sister's embrace. An angry manâthe latest victim of her silly pranksâbegan dragging her away.
"Let go of me!"
A firm hand clamped down on the manâs wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "I believe that whatever my sister did," Skuld said calmly, "it does not justify harming her."
"Huh?! Just because you're our 'best hope' doesn't mean your little sister gets away with whatever she wants!" the man roared, his face flushed with rage.
Skuld bowed her head. "I know that. On her behalf, I sincerely apologize."
"Sis, you donâtâ"
"Apologizing doesnât undo the damage she caused, Skuld!" the man interrupted.
"Neither does hurting a child." Skuldâs voice remained steady. Her sincere demeanor, combined with the growing crowd, finally reached the man. He grumbled and released his grip. Freya immediately scrambled behind her sister's legs.
"Apologize to him, Frey." Skuldâs encouraging smile gave Freya just enough courage to mutter a "sorry" through a shaky voice.
"Next time, don't tolerate her behavior," the man warned, rubbing his aching bones as he turned to walk away.
Freya looked up at Skuld with her usual mischievous grin, but Skuld only sighed and shook her head. The smile vanished instantly, and Freya hung her head in genuine embarrassment.
â â â
The usual crunch of snow was the only thing entering her ears, it was another snow storm occured last night just like a regular rainy night in other parts of Land of Dawn. It was another regular cold day, for someone who is not from the Northern Vale but it was pleasantly warm for anyone accustomed to the harsh weather for the land of ice and snow. But none of it mattered, not when she was disappointed in her, someone whom she looked up to.
Freya was only following behind her like a lost puppy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to anger you" Her own sound of voice was very foreign to her ears, perhaps to Skuld too.
The person in front suddenly stopped dead on her tracks, so did she. Freya had her head down all this time, and had her eyes closed when she turned around to her, she was ready to get yelled at for the first time in her young life. But instead, she felt Skuld's surprisingly soft fingers for someone who is constantly training from day til night- under her chin, lifting her head up, who is now kneeling in front of her. Freya saw a glimmer in her blue iris, a glimmer of hope, the constant reminder that- She, her sister, her tribe's best, Skuld always had high hopes for her- her, Freya. A very notorious name for her constant trouble and her curious and naughty personality, a complete opposite to her sister.
She doesn't understand why Skuld always views her as someone who could be like her. She's strong, resilient, and smart. Freya knew to herself that she's neither of those, but her sisters words of encouragement somehow made her think that maybe she could be like her too.
"Freya, you know what I always say about you..." Her soft voice was making her guilt rage even more
"But I don't understand. Why do you always think of me that way, you're always there for me, I could live happily ever even if you're a Valkyrie. I know it because I know someone is there for me whenever I'm in trouble"
Skuld found her hands and firmly grasped them as if asking for support. "Hey, listen to me okay? I cannot promise you that I'm always there by your side and especially when I become one"
Her natural curiosity picked at her words. "Why not? I mean you're a Valkyrie, you can practically do whatever you want!"
"No, no. It was never like that- in fact you cannot always do whatever you want" A wind of sad emotion swept across Freya's face that led to broke her elder sister's heart. Skuld sighed heavily as her fingers found comfort in rubbing her hands instead, she smiled when she finally found her words. "Of course you're my ever sweet little sister, I will always find ways to be with you okay?" and true enough, Freya cast her ever knowing smile. Skuld pulled her in warm embrace, the struggle to wipe her tears away was evident on her face it wasn't for the fact that her little sister is not looking at her she would've been raining her with questions and comforting words.
â â â
She was twelve when Skuld passed the high priest trial and finally became an exalted Valkyrie. Everyone was happy and out there celebrating, just as expected from the kid of the high priest's prophecy, except she was nowhere near to be delighted. Her sister's words were almost four years ago but she felt like none of them were no longer true.
Never did she once doubt Skuld's words but right now, where her only family will be away for god knows how long, sure she would visit from time to time but it's the day where she would never be coming back is what scares her the most with the certain danger that comes with such a glorious title is inevitable. The last thing she wanted to hear was the irony that her soul would be the one to be delivered in Valhalla instead.
"Why the long face, Frey?" the main subject of her thought emerged from the door of her room then sat beside her
"Do you.." her words trailed off her tongue, unsure to continue her questions. They were supposed to be feasting merrily because that's what Northern Valers favorite thing to do and yet... She almost felt her throat crumbling from the rumbling guilt
As if reading her sister's thoughts, she answered for her. "Yes Freya. I remember it as clear as day". Freya felt her hands on top of hers, just like that warm day. "I will always find ways to be with you" the same exact words, but this time Freya felt hope. She would, she never lied to her words, and just like that day all over again but this time Freya hugged her tightly and warmly.
That night, everyone in the tribe watched the two siblings hugged each other for the last time. The younger one was hesitant to let her older sister go, but this is necessary. They watched her hands hold into nothingness as they watched Skuld descend into the light with other Valkyries including the high priest. The tribespeople seemed to be in a quiet state after her departure, none were the constant pranks on people and they already understood why, and Freya was grateful for their efforts of trying to lift her spirit up despite her former crimes on them.
â â â
She was fourteen when she decided she had enough waiting. It's been two years since the last time she saw Skuld. Freya was desperate to see her, to hug her and just to know she was alive and well.
So does came into a desperate solution; to snuck out of her tribe's land and into the Martyr Hall. Packing only necessary things and a few clothes, she sets off a journey to see her sister, and Freya doesn't have any idea where the way to begin with but there's a tiny whisper within the corners of her brain to just let her gut lead the way. She isn't as clever as her sister was but sure enough, Freya actually found the sacred Martyr Hall after few days of travelling.
The said sacred place was heavily discouraged to visit as to avoid disturbing the spirits being guided as well as destracting the Valkyries. The inside was completely different from the outside as it looked more like a fortress but as soon as someone set food within, the impressive head statues of gods and goddesses worshipped by the Northern Vale folks made out of fine stones are displayed in the hallway. Giant pillars made out of marbles carved with Northern Vale symbols stood firm but at the end of the hall was an altar wherein a strange light settled on it that caught Freya's eyes.
Upon approaching the strange light, it turned out to be an object floating at the altar, but something about this odd luster was calling her in, whispering in her ears to come and experience a paradise that lies within. A paradise where her and sister could live happily and dangers no longer exist, nothing but a peaceful Northern Vale.
Her arms unconsciously raised touching the object, her eyes still glued as the whispers continued around her. As soon as her fingertips made close proximity the said relic it immediately flew upward bursting through the grand hall's ceiling breaking the ice seal and releasing wave of energy in the process. As the relic gathers its strength in the sky, Freya was left frozen on the ground, shock is evident on the child's face.
â â â
Longing is not enough words to describe Skuld's feelings towards her sister, she's only been gone for two years and yet she feels like she's missing for the most part of her little sister's life. If this is what she feels right now, what more in the following years where she needs to grow up-Â grow up.
Skuld always wonders what her dear sister would be like when she's older, more mature. Would she be more serious? Is she going to take things seriously? Or would she still retain her usual bubbly self? Maybe a bit mischievous but not as bad as she was before or would she choose the similar path as her? Training day and night to be a worthy warrior and be their tribal leader or maybe even be a Valkyrie, vowing to guide the spirits of fallen warriors and keeping peace within the lands of Northern Vale.
Skuld always believed that Freya was the chosen one. One that's destined to forge their land into a new path. That's something she doesn't understand- perhaps their tribes people too- and yet she still held into this hope, she always sees something in her little sister's windows of her very soul; a small flicker of bravery and courageousness, almost similar to their late fathers, who is also their former tribe leader before getting killed by a band of pirates after trespassing and stealing their stocks and goods for the incoming long and harsh winter. Maybe she just needs a little push to make her see the way Skuld sees her
"Your thoughts are all over the place" a wrinkling hand was placed on her shoulder "Mind giving me your thoughts, Valkyrie?" said the old man as he sat beside the said warrior, whom is also their high priest. The other Valkyries are outside the shrine, preparing everything they need to perform a sacred ritual for the spirits
"It's my sister" Skuld hauled a deep breath she probably held from thinking. "I'm worried about her" she faced the old man, whose attention was only in front of him. "And I missed her a lot too" she said but her voice was low, almost whispering to herself
"Hmmm.." the old priest hummed, while caressing his white long beard that was tied in a braid held together by a gold celtic tie. "I heard a lot about your sister. A headache, I must say" Skuld unknowingly chuckled as soon as the high priest mentioned her mischievousness. "Unlike you, her naughtiness is what keeps her name known around your tribe. Her naturally strong curiosity is what keeps her in constant trouble. It's what makes her shine among her peers, who are either training to be a worthy warrior or studying to be a good trader, it's what also made you love her so dearly" he stopped caressing his beard before finally turning his attention to her "Or am I wrong, Skuld?"
Skuld was surprised at how much the old valkyrian leader knew so much about from just what he heard alone. "Yes" she answered regardless. "It's what made her endearing to me"
The high priest hummed again, his tone this time was almost thinking. "It really takes time to create a warrior, Skuld" the said angel finally turned her attention away after unknowingly having her direction to the high priest this whole time. "I know your strong hopes towards your sister. That it made me believe that maybe you're right, she may finally be the one that could lead this harsh land in peace"
The high priest finally stood up before landing another comforting hand to her shoulder "Give it time for your sister to grow and learn. She'll be like you in no time, perhaps she might even surpass you" soft laughter erupted from Skuld whilst nodding her head
"I should help the others now, if you may" slightly lowering her head as a small sign of respect
"Go on Valkyrie" and so she left, somehow feeling slightly light headed from the small talk with the high priest
She'll learn. Give it time. She hoped once again
The high priest watches as the warrior walks away, somehow a weary look on his face. "Dear gods, please do not let my foreseen future happen. Oh gods, please tell me the future is a lie" he silently prayed.
â â â
The Vakyries are in the middle of the sacred ritual when a wave of energy disrupted the ritual. The shockwave was strong enough for the Valkyries to understand the source of the said energy
Not another second was wasted when the group of Valkyries jumped into the scene, they saw a kid that was on the ground too shocked to move a muscle and even if the kid doesn't turn, Skuld already knew who it was.
Commands were already erupting from the High Priest but none of it were seem to pass through Skuld's ears, everything in her surrounding were quiet, eerily quiet for her own liking. Everything around her move but she doesn't know where, and she's too scared to even care. Only when another wave of flashing light and energy would erupted from the relic would finally had her legs to move.
This fic is almost 3 years old now, which means it was locked tf out of my wattpad proven by this revision history:
lmfao yeah. This was technically only the first part, I'm still writing a continuation but I feel like its gonna be stuck up again anytime soon, so I thought why not just post the first part instead of collecting dust in the basement. Also please forgive my terrible grammar, as I said this fic was almost two years old, and within the span of 2 years I never really bothered checking the grammar so ://. This fic was purely made out of love for the gorjus valkyrie wife named Freya from deadass game MLBB. Please enjoy :))
that's 4 post in a row, see u again next yearđ
another one for the aluyas <3
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imy aluya.... my og ship... please come save me.... aluya....
this woman is allergic in not serving cunt like holy shit
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"The only thing we're allowed to believe is that we won't regret the choice we make." - levi ackerman
mikasaâs first nights with the jaegerâs
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Year 844
The first night she didnât sleep at all. She could tell Eren was watching, so she curled her back and faced the wall until his breathing evened out. Then she sat up, drew her knees to her chest, and let her tears fall between them.
The second night she bothered to try. But with darkness came images so loud she scrambled to the corner of the room and pulled the curtains aside, hoping the moonlight would get rid of them.
On the third night sleep came in bits and pieces. Unable to fight it off any longer, Mikasa drifted in and out of restless slumber, slamming her eyes open with a gasp every hour, until finally, it wasnât so hard to keep her eyes peeled.
âMikasa.â
She startled to her left. She hadnât even noticed Eren stir. But he was fully awake, legs dangling off his bed, his wide eyes blinking at her.
âHavenât you slept?â
âA little,â Mikasa replied, sinking her face deeper into the scarf around her neck.
âI know youâve been pretending.â
Mikasa wasnât sure what to say to that, so the air hung in a heavy silence that only grew harder to bear each time they blinked at one another.
At last, Mikasa said, âItâs hard.â
âAre you getting nightmares?â
She nodded.
âIf you want, I can wake you up when you start to have nightmares. Mom says itâs not good that you havenât been sleeping.â
âBut when will you sleep?â
âDonât worry about me, Iâm wide awake now.â
Mikasa shuffled uncomfortably, not entirely sure how to reject such outright kindness but sure she would not be able to sleep. When she didnât respond quickly enough, Eren urged her, âGo on, lie down,â with that fierce determination Mikasa was becoming so familiar with.
So Mikasa lay down, and she closed her eyes. And she tried to sleep. Only this time, she was far too aware that she was being watched, and it became too much an effort to even pretend.
âI canât,â she admitted after several minutes, eyes flying open.
âThank goodness,â Eren scratched the back of his head with a guilty chuckle. âI was starting to get bored.â
His honesty got a surprised almost-laugh out of Mikasa, which got a wider, more confident smile out of Eren.
âHey, wanna play a game?â
Mikasa sat up. âA game?â
âYeah, my friend Armin taught me.â
Before Mikasa understood what was happening, Eren crossed the room and slid onto the foot of her bed, holding his hands out in front of him, palms facing up. âHold your hands out like this.â
Confused but intrigued, Mikasa did as she was told.
Eren turned his own hands down facing the opposite way and hovered them right over hers. âNow, try to use your hands to slap mine.â
Mikasaâs eyebrows furrowed. âLike this?â Too slow, she slid her hands out from under his and attempted to slap them down, but Eren jerked his arms back, so Mikasa stumbled forward, elbows falling onto the bed.
Eren laughed softly, but his laughter held no traces of mockery or jest. Just kindness. And patience. âThe trick is to use the element of surprise. Here, let me try.â
He scooted a little closer and held his palms up. Mikasa turned her hands over, placing them a couple inches above his. âYou always want to go when the other person least expects it, so thatââ
Mikasa felt a sharp sting on the back of her hands. âHey!â
Eren laughed. âSee?â
Though it really didnât hurt at all, Mikasa shook her hands out and scooched closer to Eren. âAgain.â
On they went, taking turns to slap each otherâs hands, until suddenly, Mikasaâs hands came down too hard, and an actual yelp fled Erenâs lips.
Her eyes widened as he rubbed his hands together, wondering out loud, âHow the hell did you get so strong?â
âIâm sorry.â Mikasaâs voice was barely a whisper.
Eren studied her. âItâs all right, I know you didnât mean it.â
âAre you okay?â
âHuh? Yeah, itâs no big deal, really.â
And Mikasa remembered a time, not too long ago, when sheâd been careless around her mother, and spilled some of her most expensive wine on a scarf sheâd been working on for days, effectively and permanently staining it. Mikasa had been reduced to a puddle of tears and apologies, a mumbling, pathetic mess.
Oh, my sweet girl, her mom had cooed, after being cross with her for all of 3 seconds. It was an accident. Itâs no big deal, honey. Really.
âYou wanna learn another game?â
Mikasa blinked tears out of her eyes. For the first time, she thought of her parents and felt something more than just crushing pain. She nodded, not yet trusting herself to speak.
But if Eren thought anything of her inability to form words, he didnât show it. He simply pulled her covers over his lap and kept talking. âThis oneâs called rock, paper, scissors. Have you heard of it?â
The next morning, Carla Jaeger woke with the sunrise, as she did most mornings. The past four days, however, she woke with a heavier heart, a reminder that the world was cruel for more reasons than just the monsters roaming outside the Walls. Grisha was still asleep, having retired to bed later than usual last night, locked away in his study. She took note of the rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyelids fluttered with slumber.
That was one.
Moving quietly so as not to wake him, she slipped out their bedroom and padded down the hall, gently pushing down on Erenâs door handle.
The past four days sheâs opened this door to find Eren fast asleep, and Mikasa in a trance, awake but not fully there, eyes slowly blinking like they were coated in molasses. The little girl theyâd all chosen to take in had watched her parents be killed, had almost been kidnapped, then had killed someone herself, with nothing but a knife and her two hands. To save her son, the way heâd done for her.
That was two and three.
Carla had cried the night Grisha brought them back, after tucking them into bed. Children should not have blood on their hands. Children should not have to fight for their lives.
Sheâd scrubbed them both clean. Wiped the blood from under their nails, got rid of their clothes, told them theyâd never have to see anything from that night, ever again. Eren, putting on a boastful show of bravery, had told her it didnât matter to him. That the men had deserved to die, that they were going to do horrible things to Mikasa, and it wouldnât haunt him that he did what he had to to protect her.
Carla burned every article of clothing he wore.
Mikasa, refreshingly, went along with just about anything Carla asked her to do. She stripped her clothes off, let Carla brush her hair. The only time sheâd hesitated was when Carla asked for the scarf, her fingers reflexively tightening around the fabric.
âDo you want to keep it?â
Mikasa met her eyes, not saying yes, not saying no.
âYou can hold onto it,â Carla nodded encouragingly. âItâs all right.â
And then Mikasa had nodded, almost imperceptibly, but certainly there. Carla felt a rush of affection so strong and sure, sheâd wanted to crush the child to her and promise her the world.
But she was traumatized and fragile, and Carla didnât want to overwhelm her. Nor did she want to make promises she wasnât sure she could keep, at least not until she talked to Grisha and Eren about it first.
Upon returning to the common room, however, Carla watched her husband stoop to Mikasaâs level and speak to her, his tone calm as usual, but gentler, softer, his hand coming down to pet the top of her head. She watched how Eren kept his eyes on her, how he rushed forward to accommodate her. You can sit here, he would say. There, this one can be yours.
Carla knew there was no discussion to be had. Overnight, their family had grown from three to four, and that was that.
On Mikasaâs fourth morning at the Jaeger house, Carla pushed the kidsâ door open, thinking she would see the little girl once again, still awake, haunted by the memories of what had happened to her. Only this time, neither of the kids were in their usual positions.
Erenâs bed was empty, sheets thrown haphazardly to the side in typical Eren fashion. He lay on Mikasaâs bed instead, shoulder to shoulder with the girl heâd killed for. And Mikasa, for the first time since arriving to the house, found a deep sleep, her breaths even and heavy.
Relief and gratitude flooded Carlaâs veins, and she was grateful for the support of the door handle to hold her weight. One day, she supposed, she would have to be more concerned about these two sleeping on the same bed. But today, they bore the innocence of children, the trauma of soldiers, and together, theyâd found the peace of sleep.
Carla closed the door and let her forehead fall forward on it. A tear fell down the bridge of her nose.
This world was cruel. But please, she thought. Please, please, please, she hoped the day came where she would have to argue with them to sleep in separate beds.
(The day never came.)
ema headcanon
armin knocks over a pot of ink and it spills all over his notes and he says "oh fuck!" and eren and mikasa just stare at him in shock
somewhere erwin gasps as he feels a disturbance in the universe, and levi drops his teacup
Bonus:
this ⊠looked so much better in my head! and needed so much more work to be coherent but I was done with it lol
originally this was a work for the last eremika week with the prompt âHistoricalâ the idea was that outside the walls was a kind of a Victorian society and instead of a tyrant government, I was hoping the biggest problem would be tightening corsets *sigh*
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Just thinking about the veterans using pet names/nicknames for the kids for completely different reasons.
Like Hange uses them mostly because they think itâs cute.
Levi uses them subconsciously and will never admit that he actually said anything in the first place.
And Erwin uses them because he cannot remember any of those fuckers names đđđ
Imagine how more of a power duo Levi and Mikasa would be if they bonded over their family history, like Iâve always wanted to see a conversation about them acknowledging that they were from the same clan like itâs been 10 years since AOT been published you couldnât at least give us that Isayama đ
And by duo I mean more of a family typa way NOT that romance shit
tiny veterans