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Hello!

I'm Little Chick, a newbie writer exploring the world of Eremika AUs. I love crafting stories filled with drama, romance, and a touch of angst. Join me on this journey as I bring different versions of Eren and Mikasa to life!

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The Casanova's Last Temptation (2025)

Eremika : Modern Family (2025)

Rekindled Heart (2024)

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Eremika Rekindled Heart AU - The Truth Part II

happy reading <3

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The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass walls, but Eren didn’t see any of it. He sat on the edge of his sofa, jacket still on, tie loosened but not removed, Mikasa’s leather-bound diary resting on his lap like something fragile.

He opened the diary slowly, the first page held a photograph of a newborn tiny baby, wrapped in soft pink fabric with eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

His daughter.

His own daughter.

His throat tightened so violently he had to look away for a second just to breathe.

“She’s… real,” he whispered hoarsely. He reached out, fingertips brushing over the glossy surface of the photo as if he could feel her warmth through paper. There was writing beneath it by Mikasa.

“Hello, Daddy! My name is Roseanne Yeager. Mommy calls me Rosie, Maybe one day you’ll read this book she’s writing about me for you.”

The words blurred instantly, Eren pressed the heel of his palm against his eyes, but it was useless. The tears came anyway, hot, relentless, humiliating.

“Roseanne,” he breathed. “My Rosie…” He laughed softly, brokenly.

“She has my last name.” His chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside.

He turned the every pages.

Week 11

Eren… I’ve been crying over everything. I saw a commercial with a puppy and sobbed like a fool. I yelled at the kettle because it took too long to boil. I’m moody, I know. If you were here, maybe I’d feel less like a storm in a teacup. Maybe you’d hold me until I calmed down like you used to. I miss you.

Eren let out a soft, disbelieving chuckle. He could see it... Mikasa standing in a quiet kitchen. Arms crossed. Staring at the kettle. Tears falling in pure frustration.

“Of course you cried over that,” he murmured gently. “You get impatient over everything.”

His fingers traced over the ink... He hadn’t been there... He hadn’t wiped those tears.

Week 14 Today I wanted spicy noodles so badly. But the moment I smelled them, I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything. Eren, help me. I need you. Our baby needs you.

Eren’s smile faded immediately.

“You couldn’t even eat properly…” he whispered.

He imagined her alone in some hidden villa, nausea rolling through her body, no one to steady her back, no one to rub her shoulders.

“I should’ve been there,” he said under his breath. “I should’ve been the one holding your hair.” His voice cracked.

Week 20 I felt a flutter. A tiny kick. It was so faint I thought I imagined it. But it happened again and this time I cried. You’re not here, but I want to believe that somehow, you’ll feel this too. That our baby’s little feet are reaching for you, too.

The sentence was underlined, Eren pressed the diary to his chest for a moment.

“She kicked,” he whispered, smiling through tears. “She kicked…”

He imagined placing his palm over Mikasa’s stomach, feeling that small movement something so small and alive. He had missed it.

Week 24 Boy or girl? What do you think? I remember when you said you wanted a daughter who looked just like me. Will she have your eyes? Your quiet stare? Will she laugh like you used to when we were young?

Eren inhaled sharply. “I did,” he admitted to the empty room. “I did hope for a daughter who looked just like you, Sweetheart.”

He picked up the ultrasound photo tucked into the page. He traced the blurry outline with careful fingers.

“We have a baby girl,” he whispered softly. “We have a daughter, Mikasa.” His daughter.. Roseanne Yeager.

Week 30 I dreamt of you last night. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, your hand on my belly, whispering something to the baby. I didn’t hear the words  but I felt the love in them. I woke up sobbing. I don’t want to wake up from that kind of dream anymore.

Eren’s breath hitched, his composure shattered. He covered his mouth but the sob still escaped a raw and helpless sound.

“You dreamed about me?” he choked out. “After everything?”

Week 35 I’m tired, Eren. So tired. Not from the weight I carry in my body  but from the ache in my heart. I know you think you’re protecting us. But this silence… it’s killing me. I know you don’t want this baby. Or maybe you think you shouldn’t. But I do. I want them. I need you please… when we meet again, I hope you can look at this child and see the love we shared. Not the pain.

The ink looked slightly smudged here. The words sliced through him. He pressed the diary to his chest, curling forward like something inside him had caved in.

“Mikasa… I never stopped, I'll always love both of you.”

His shoulders shook. He the man who had stood unfazed under public humiliation, imprisonment, betrayal was now crying like a child alone in the dark.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered over and over. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry you were alone. I’m sorry you thought I wouldn’t want her, my love, my Mikasa.”

He picked up the newborn photo again.

Rosie.

So small. So unaware.

“I would’ve wanted you,” he said softly to the image. “From the first second. I would’ve wanted you more than anything.”

He brushed his thumb gently over her tiny face in the photo.

“Hello, Rosie,” he whispered, voice trembling. “It’s your father.”

The city lights shimmered behind him and for the first time since his release.

Eren Yeager... allowed himself to break completely in the quiet of that vast penthouse, clutching a diary written in love and loneliness, he wept for everything he had missed and everything he was determined not to lose again.

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[littlechick1]

I 100% understand Mikasa’s reaction but damn DAMN I’m distressed for Eren. Imagine panicking for your ex-wife, thinking she’s sick, unknowingly seeing your child, being lied to, saw the love of your life that hates you now, confirming that the child you saw was hers, denying that it’s yours (even though he clearly saw the brown hair) and being rejected. All in one freaking day!

No one is fully wrong here, but no one is okay either and yesssss Eren really walked into something he wasn’t prepared for … he really got emotionally body-slammed that day 😔 and Mikasa has been carrying everything alone... she just trying to protect her and her baby from getting hurt by Eren... Like "No! don't dareyou to hurt me and my baby anymore" even thought she still love and miss her hubby so much 😔😔😔

[littlechick1]

When will you post update again

Done anonnnn, yuhuuuuuuu <3

[littlechick1]

Eremika Rekindled Heart AU - The Truth Part I

it's been along time, i'm so happy to writing back. happy reading guys, enjoy <3

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Eren didn’t expect the email to shake him.

It was past midnight when it arrived from Armin, with no subject line just “You asked for everything. This is all I could get.”

The Ackermans had frozen almost every access point related to Mikasa. Financial records were sealed, addresses rerouted, even her digital footprint scrubbed clean. Armin had warned him, it wouldn’t be easy. Eren opened the files, month after month of small details. Private security hired under a false name, limited transactions and carefully controlled. Mikasa had disappeared properly.

One file caught his eye. A medical record under the name: Mikasa Yeager. Eren’s stomach dropped. Medical? His mind spiraled instantly. Was she sick? Was it surgery? Had she been hurt? Had the stress because of him done something to her? The clinic’s name was listed in the invoice. He was already on his feet before he realized it. He grabs keys, coat and phone. He didn’t call Armin back. He didn’t think. He drove away.

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The clinic was discreet, private and expensive. The kind wealthy families used when they didn’t want headlines. Eren pushed through the glass doors, breath tight in his chest. The lobby smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender. And then something frozed him, A familiar voice from woman stood near the reception desk, one hand holding her phone, the other pushing a stroller. A woman with ponytail brown hair.

“Sasha?”

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin, she turned around slowly, her eyes widened not excited but afraid.

“Mi-Mikasa, I’ll call you back later, okay? Bye.” She ended the call too quickly.

Eren heard the name.

Mikasa.

His pulse spiked.

“Sasha,” he repeated, stepping closer. “Long time no see.”

She swallowed. “Eren? Is that really you? Wow… I heard you were-uh-when did you get out of… you know… prison?”

There was an awkward laugh that didn’t reach her eyes.

“A few days ago,” Eren replied evenly. “I was cleared. The charges were dropped.”

His gaze shifted to the stroller.

A baby. Just a few months old. Soft brown hair. Tiny fingers gripping the blanket.

“Your baby?” he asked.

Sasha hesitated half a second too long.

“Y-Yeah! My baby girl.”

Eren crouched slightly, looking at the baby, he smiled faintly, if he and Mikasa had a child… Would they look like this? Would they have Mikasa’s dark hair? Or his eyes?

He stood again.

“I heard you speaking to Mikasa,” he said carefully. “Can I ask you something about her?”

Sasha’s shoulders stiffened.

“Eren, I really wish I could help but I’m in a rush. Rain check, okay?”. She moved quickly toward the exit, too quickly.

Eren watched her leave, his mind clicked into place. she had been startled and she had whispered Mikasa’s name. He turned, walked out calmly, got into his car followed Sasha not too close and not reckless but calculated. If Sasha had spoken to Mikasa, she would report this encounter and if she reported it... She would go to her.

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Sasha’s car stopped at a private villa on the outskirts of the city. Eren parked a distance away. His heart pounded against his ribs, Sasha carried the stroller inside. He didn’t move, he wouldn’t trespass and waited there.

Minutes passed.

Then headlights approached a maroon luxury car. Eren’s breath caught when he see the driver’s door opened. She stepped out.

Mikasa.

His Mikasa.

Hair longer, face thinner but still her. The sight alone made something inside him collapse, he was out of his car before he realized.

“Mikasa!”

She had just reached the villa door when a hand caught her wrist, she gasped, turning and froze.

Eren.

Too close.

He didn’t give her time to react. He gently but urgently pulled her inside, closing the door behind them. They stood in the quiet living room. Just them for the first time in months.

Mikasa stared at him as if he were a ghost.

Eren’s eyes were red. Glossed.

“Mikasa… sweetheart… I-”. His voice broke. There were a thousand rehearsed speeches in his head over the months. None survived seeing her.

“How are you here?” she asked, her voice cold, but trembling beneath it.

“I went to clinic and see sasha there...” he said. “I see your medical record... I thought you were sick. I thought-”

Before Eren’s talk more, they hear the footsteps. Sasha rushed down the stairs, panic written all over her face.

“Miki, where were you? your baby’s been crying sinc-”. She stopped, her face drained of color.

Eren slowly turned. “Your baby?” he repeated.

Sasha looked guilty.

Mikasa’s eyes widened slightly.

“Sasha, go back upstairs!” Mikasa give signal and whispers gesture to Sasha. Sasha nodded quickly and disappeared back up, the faint sound of an baby’s cry echoing through the house.

Eren’s entire body went still, he looked back at Mikasa. “Baby?” His voice was no longer steady. “That baby… is yours?”

Mikasa lifted her chin. She look defensive and guarded. “Yes.”

His breathing became uneven. “When?” he demanded. “When were you pregnant?”

Silence.

His mind raced.

 “Is baby mine?” he asked, and this time his voice cracked. “Mikasa… is that my child?”

Her jaw tightened.

“It’s not your baby,” she shot back. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want children?”

The words hit like a slap. Eren’s eyes darkened, not with anger but hurt.

“I said not yet,” he corrected hoarsely. “Not never.”

They were breathing hard now. Old wounds reopening.

“You don’t get to show up like this and demand answers, since you the one who throw me back then” Mikasa said, though her voice shook.

“Mikasa...You don’t get to hide my child from me!” he shot back. “I missed everything,” he said hoarsely. “Our child first breath... first cry... and you were in pain and I wasn’t there.”

A car engine sounded outside.

Mikasa’s face went pale, she rushed to the window and peeked through the curtain.

“Levi,” she whispered, panic flashed in her eyes.

“If he sees you here-”

“I don’t care,” Eren said.

“I do!” she snapped. “He will destroy you.”

Eren stepped forward stubbornly. “I’m not leaving until i meet my own child.”

Mikasa’s breathing grew uneven.

Footsteps outside.

Time was running out.

She rushed to a drawer and pulled out a leather-bound book and she shoved it into his chest. “Everything you want to know is in there.”

He barely glanced at it.

“I don’t want this,” he said, voice breaking fully now. “I want my child!”

The sound of a car door slamming outside made Mikasa flinch.

“Please,” she begged quietly. “Go through the back.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other. So much history... So much love... So much damage...

Finally Eren clenched his jaw. “Fine,” he muttered. But before turning away, he looked at her one last time.

“I will not disappear again, Mikasa.” Then he left through the back exit.

Mikasa remained standing in the center of the room, trembling. Levi’s footsteps approached the door and Mikasa pressed her hand to her chest, trying to steady the storm Eren had just brought back into her life.

-to be continue

[littlechick1]

When are you coming back?

Hi Anonnnnnnnn, im backkkkkkk

Opening this blog after such a long time, I just remembered there’s an AU that still needs to be finished here… Tbh, for the Rekindled Heart AU, I don’t want them to be trapped in problems and drama anymore. Deepest inside my heart, I just want them to make up and get back together as husband and wife, and of course as parents.

So here are the main points I want to write:

1. Eren finds Mikasa at her hideout where she’s been staying with their baby (of course, with Armin’s help and information). He apologizes to Mikasa. At first, Mikasa is quite firm and refuses to forgive her husband.

2. Slowly, Mikasa begins to feel that this isn’t right. She shouldn’t let her child grow up separated from their father. So one day, Mikasa goes to meet Eren at their old house. That’s where Eren holds his child for the first time. Mikasa cries as she watches Eren becoming a father, holding their baby in his arms.

3. After that, they often meet at the house, on the yacht, and at other safe places. At first, Eren refuses to keep doing this in secret, he wants to be happy and free with his family. But Mikasa explains that her family, especially her father and her brother Levi, still haven’t accepted Eren back into her life. Reluctantly, Eren agrees.

4. Their relationship is eventually discovered by one of Levi’s men who has been keeping an eye on Mikasa. It turns out Mikasa has been meeting Eren regularly, bringing their baby with her.

5. Eventually, the Ackerman family summons both Mikasa and Eren. They demand an explanation and a clear answer about where Eren and Mikasa’s relationship is heading.

6. After a long and difficult process, they are finally given their blessing again.

7. I also want to write a scene set a few months later, where Eremika are happy with their baby and the whole Yeager–Ackerman family. And they’ll receive two big surprises at the end… what could they be? 😳

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Hi little chick's reader, how are you doing? I'm really sorry for not updating for the past few weeks. I've been really busy in real life. I promise I will update but I don't know when yet. Don't worry! Just let you know I will never leave you all, my loyal readers. Love you all🥰

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Mikasa starts to move on with someone else as Eren gets ready to be released from jail

Oohh we''ll see.... XD

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When are you going to update

Already Updated horayyyyy <3

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Eremika Rekindled Heart AU | The Returns

So sorry for late updated, here <3 enjoy reading !!!

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It had been over a year since the gunfire echoed through the abandoned building… over a year since Eren Yeager was dragged away in cuffs for a crime he never denied. Porco Galliard was dead a bullet-ridden, vengeful ghost from Eren’s past.

Eren? He had survived prison, but not the silence.

Eren could’ve pulled strings... made calls. With the wealth and connections he once held, getting out early wouldn’t have been difficult. But he didn’t. He endured it. Perhaps out of guilt or... perhaps out of punishment he thought he deserved.

Right now he dressed in a plain white shirt and loose black trousers, Eren stepped through the tall gates of Paradis Central Penitentiary. His long hair was tied back in a low, messy bun dark strands brushing his jaw. His face was more gaunt than before, beard stubble shadowing his cheeks. He looked like someone trying to remember how to feel human again.

Waiting for him at the foot of the steps were two familiar figures, Armin rushed forward first. “Eren!” he said, pulling him into a tight hug, one hand thudding against his back.

Eren didn’t flinch, but his arms remained at his sides for a few seconds longer than they should’ve. Then, slowly, he returned the embrace.

“You’re really out,” Armin murmured, stepping back. “Finally.”

“I’m here,” Eren said softly.

Behind Armin, a graceful figure stood with arms crossed, Lara Tybur, dressed in a sleek coat and heels that clicked on the pavement. Her sharp gaze softened slightly when their eyes met.

“Long time no see, Eren,” she said, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. “Did it really take me showing up for you to finally leave that place?”

Eren gave a faint, humorless smile. “Thank you, Lara. I mean it.”

“Is that all I get?” she smirked.

Armin laughed lightly, trying to dispel the tension. “Let’s save the jabs for later. Eren, the board’s been waiting for you, they’ve called an emergency meeting today.”

Eren sighed, rubbing his temples. “They don’t even let a man breathe after prison, huh?”

“They’re scared,” Lara said plainly. “The Galliard group tried to seize control, the Ackermans nearly bought out all the major stocks… you’re lucky they didn’t torch the place while you were locked away.”

Eren’s smile faded. “Yeah… lucky.”

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The conference room was filled with tension. Men and women in suits sat upright around a glossy oval table, their eyes fixed on the man who’d just walked in. Despite his disheveled appearance, Eren held the air of someone still in control or at least trying to be.

“We’ll be restoring full control to Mr. Yeager effective immediately,” Armin announced at the head of the room. “As per agreement with the Tybur partnership and the remaining Yeager trust.”

Eren remained silent through most of the meeting, only speaking when necessary. He didn’t care for the numbers, the statistics, or the power plays. None of it mattered now. Not when Mikasa was gone.

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After all the business and formalities had settled for the days, Eren sat alone in the silence of his penthouse. The city glowed outside the tall glass windows, but the lights meant nothing to him. He sat at the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed low like the weight of his past had finally caught up with him. He looked like a man hollowed out, trapped in his own body, eyes distant, unfocused.

The quiet was interrupted by the soft echo of heels clicking across the marble floor.

Eren slowly lifted his gaze.

It's Lara.

She moved toward him with slow, deliberate steps, her expression calm, yet holding something deeper beneath the surface. She stopped in front of him, then slowly knelt down so that they were eye to eye.

Without saying a word, she gently reached for his hand and held it between both of hers.

"You’ve been like this for days, Eren," she said softly. "You should be happy. You should be celebrating your freedom and making plans for the future.”

Eren eyes flickered, barely focusing on her face then he lifted his eyes, dull but piercing. “And what future do I have?” he asked quietly. “My company was barely held. I lost my wife. Everyone who ever believed in me... they’re tired.”

“Not everyone... I’m still here.”

He looked down at her hand, then back up to her.

Lara’s voice lowered, trembling slightly, “You know how I feel about you. I have never hidden it. Even back in Marley, even after what happened between you and Pieck... I still stood by you. And I still am.”

She moved closer, her other hand gently cupping his cheek.

“Forget her,” she whispered. “She’s your past. I don’t care if I’m a rebound or your second chance. Let me be your peace, Eren. Let me stay here with you.”

But Eren didn’t flinch. He simply whispered, his voice rough and low, “Don’t.”

He gently moved her hand away from his face, the contact broken.

“You’re my friend,” he said firmly, eyes finally locking onto hers. “Don’t make me push you away because of this.”

Lara’s lips parted, but no words came.

“She is not my past,” Eren continued. “We were never divorced.”

Those words hit the air like thunder. Lara looked stunned.

Eren stood up slowly, now towering over her. She remained kneeling, her expression frozen.

“Go back to Marley,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I’m sure your brother is worried about you.”

He walked over to the door, paused, and glanced over his shoulder.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I mean that. And as repayment… I’ll invest in your eco-tech company in Paradis, just like I promised.”

He opened the door.

“Good night, Lara.”

And just like that, Eren walked out of the room, leaving her kneeling on the floor... quiet, motionless, and stunned surrounded by the ghost of something that never truly began.

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The house was clean, as always because the staff had kept it pristine, waiting for its master’s return. But Eren felt no warmth in the sterile air. No scent of Mikasa’s favorite jasmine tea. No hum of the piano she used to play in the evening. He walked through the hallway slowly, hand grazing the brick-textured wall, eyes locking onto the tiny framed memories hanging here and there their wedding photo, a candid from their honeymoon, a blurry picture of them laughing. He stood in the living room where the fireplace sat cold. His knees buckled, and he sank to the floor like a man haunted by ghosts.

“I’m home,” he whispered. “But you’re not here.”

He closed his eyes, swallowing the sob in his throat. He hated this. Hated himself. Hated that the only woman he’d ever loved was out there, somewhere, hiding from him… because he had pushed her away. Because he thought he was protecting her.

“Forgive me,” he muttered. “Forgive me, Mikasa…”

Tears began to fall not the kind that stormed down, but the kind that crept in silence, steady and unrelenting.

He took out his phone, fingers trembling slightly, and called the one person he still trusted with everything.

“Armin,” he said, voice low and hoarse.

“Eren? Are you okay?” came the immediate reply.

“I need you to find her.”

There was a pause.

“Find… Mikasa?” Armin’s voice softened.

“Yes. No matter how long it takes. Find her. Please.”

“You still love her, don’t you?” Armin asked gently.

Eren exhaled. “She’s… my everything.”

---

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Eremika Rekindled Heart AU | To the Man I love

Happy reading <3

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The late afternoon light cast long shadows across the living room, dust motes floating idly in golden slants. Mikasa sat motionless on the sofa, her expression blank, her eyes distant as if her soul was somewhere far beyond the walls of the Yeager residence. Across from her, Floch adjusted the cuffs of his suit, his tone sharper now that his polite overtures had gone unanswered.

"It seems you're not listening to us, Mrs. Ackerman," he said, trying to keep his voice level. "Let me repeat myself, you are required to sign the divorce documents as soon as possible. If you refuse, then—"

“Then what?” Mikasa’s voice cut in coldly, low but sharp enough to freeze the room. Her eyes, dull with exhaustion, finally lifted to meet his. “What right do you have to threaten me in my own home?”

Floch took a breath, trying again. “I’m only here under Mr. Yeager’s orders. He insists that you sign. The marital assets will be divided fairly, and you—”

“Stop it.” She stood abruptly, her tone commanding. “Take your ridiculous documents and get out from here!.”

Floch’s assistant blinked, taken aback. “Ma’am, please, don’t be unreasonable. You’re only making things more difficult—”

“How dare you raise your voice to my sister?” A new voice rang out, cutting like steel through the room.

Pieck stood in the doorway, eyes blazing as she stepped toward them. “Mr. Forster,” she said icily, “I suggest you remind yourself whose home you’re standing in.”

“Miss Pieck, I understand your concern, but we’re simply fulfilling our—”

“I’ve had enough of your rehearsed bullshit. If I ever see you here again, I’ll personally have the guards drag you and your glorified intern out by your ties. Do I make myself clear?”

Floch pursed his lips, chest rising and falling heavily. He took a beat before nodding stiffly. “Very well, Mrs. Ackerman. But you can’t avoid this forever. The court will proceed regardless of your consent.”

With that, he turned and left, his assistant scurrying behind him.

The door slammed shut.

Mikasa dropped onto the sofa like something inside her had caved in. Her fingers rested protectively over her still-flat belly, where new life had quietly begun just days ago. No one knew. No one could know.

Pieck moved beside her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing soothing circles.

“They won’t come back,” she murmured. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Mikasa let out a breath, shaky and fragile. “Why... Why is he doing this, Pieck…? Why is he hurting me like this?” Her voice cracked. “I promised him I will stay. I promised I will wait… but he won’t even let me see him. He won’t even want to meet me.” Her tears came slowly, then all at once. “I just don’t understand…” Her head dropped into her hands. “I love him so much, and he’s pushing me away. Why now? Why like this?”

Pieck took a slow breath. Her voice was gentler this time. “You and I both know why, don’t we?” she said quietly. “Eren’s trying to protect you. He thinks if he cuts ties, the Galliard family won’t come after you… that if he distances himself, you’ll be safe.”

Mikasa shook her head, the tears rolling faster. “But I’m not safe either, I’m not literally fine! He’s hurting me more than anyone else ever could… I feel like I’m dying inside. I don’t want a divorce. I want to wait for him. I want to raise our baby together. All I want is to be with him!”

Pieck froze. “…baby? A baby?” she echoed. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Mikasa turned to her, eyes shimmering. She swallowed hard and gave a small nod. “I found out three days ago,” she confessed. “I… I haven’t told anyone yet. Not our parents, not Levi, not Eren’s parents. They’re all dealing with so much already… I don’t want to burden them.”

Pieck stared, stunned, before slowly reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from Mikasa’s damp cheek. “You’re pregnant,” she repeated, almost to herself. She let out a soft breath, as though the weight of the world had settled on her chest too. “Oh, Miki…”

Mikasa nodded again, silently sobbing now.

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t tell anyone. Not yet. Not until I know what to do.”

Pieck hesitated, then finally gave a small, solemn nod. “Alright. I won’t say a word.”

She wrapped her arms around her sister then, holding her tightly for the first time in what felt like forever. The same sister she had once resented, once envied, once tried to forget  now trembling and broken in her arms.

“We’re leaving,” Pieck whispered into her hair. “There’s a place I know quiet, peaceful, safe. We’ll figure this out together.”

Mikasa didn’t answer. She didn’t need to beacuse for the first time in a long, long while… she let herself be held.

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The garden was in full bloom. Wildflowers swayed in the gentle breeze, filling the air with a soft sweetness that mingled with the earthy scent of warm grass. The sky above the Ackerman villa was painted a tranquil blue, the occasional tuft of cloud floating idly across it. Mikasa sat cross-legged atop a pale picnic blanket spread across the garden lawn, the sunlight warming her skin. Her long hair fell over her shoulders in gentle waves, and in her lap rested a small leather-bound journal  worn now from frequent use, its edges soft and slightly frayed. She held a pen in her hand, pausing between words with careful strokes, she began to write.

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Week 11 Eren… I’ve been crying over everything. I saw a commercial with a puppy and sobbed like a fool. I yelled at the kettle because it took too long to boil. I’m moody, I know. If you were here, maybe I’d feel less like a storm in a teacup. Maybe you’d hold me until I calmed down like you used to. I miss you.

Week 14 Today I wanted spicy noodles so badly. But the moment I smelled them, I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything. Eren, help me. I need you. Our baby needs you.

Week 20 I felt a flutter. A tiny kick. It was so faint I thought I imagined it. But it happened again and this time I cried. You’re not here, but I want to believe that somehow, you’ll feel this too. That our baby’s little feet are reaching for you, too.

Week 24 Boy or girl? What do you think? I remember when you said you wanted a daughter who looked just like me. Will she have your eyes? Your quiet stare? Will she laugh like you used to when we were young?

Week 30 I dreamt of you last night. You were sitting at the edge of the bed, your hand on my belly, whispering something to the baby. I didn’t hear the words  but I felt the love in them. I woke up sobbing. I don’t want to wake up from that kind of dream anymore.

Week 35 I’m tired, Eren. So tired. Not from the weight I carry in my body  but from the ache in my heart. I know you think you’re protecting us. But this silence… it’s killing me. I know you don’t want this baby. Or maybe you think you shouldn’t. But I do. I want them. I need you please… when we meet again, I hope you can look at this child and see the love we shared. Not the pain.

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Mikasa sighed and closed the journal gently, resting it atop her belly as if to let the baby inside feel her words. The weight of the book was nothing compared to the weight on her chest, but for a moment, sitting here in the sunlight, there was peace. Her gaze lifted to the clear sky, then to the wildflowers dancing lazily in the wind. The cicadas hummed faintly. A bird chirped from a nearby tree. She looked down again, smiling gently as she caressed the swell of her nine-month belly.

“My sweet orange,” she whispered. “My little sunshine. I can’t wait to meet you. You’re the only one who’s kept me going. I hope… one day… your dada will meet you too.”

She laughed softly when she felt a small, sudden kick  not sharp, but certain.

“Ah,” she gasped lightly, eyes wide, then smiling. “You agree, huh? You want to see him too?”

Her fingers lingered on the curve of her belly, her voice warm and quiet. “He’s a good man, you know. He’s just lost right now. But he’s the only man who ever made me feel… seen, loved. Even when he didn’t say it. Even when he ran.”

Another kick.

“You really agree,” she chuckled. “You really are my child.”

“Mikasa,” came a familiar voice from across the yard.

She turned. Tamara stood at the edge of the garden, her expression gentle but concerned, one hand shielding her eyes from the sunlight. Her mother is here with her, Thanks to Pieck who can’t lie to their family.

“It’s getting warm out. Come inside, my dear. You need rest.”

Mikasa nodded, her smile never fading. “Coming, mom.”

She took one last look at the sun above her, then gently lifted herself from the blanket, cradling her belly with one hand and the journal in the other. The warmth in her chest stayed with her as she walked across the grass, guided by the rhythm of her child’s movement, and the soft hope that maybe, just maybe  this wasn’t the end.

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