Hiiii baby! I’m loving the new works&theme especially cabo and meanie! I was wondering if you could do a birthday fic with Nfl!Ony since it’s my birthday today! - 🧸
OFF SEASON
𐙚!!── ony and his fiancée!
⤷ ❝ {a/n: ofcccc my love & i hope you have the happiest birthday today! nfl! ony is a legendary pull so why not bring him back cause ur birthday wish is my command! 😩} ¡! ❞
⤷ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 / 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
"cheers!"
you and the girls scream as you down the fifth, sixth, or seventh shot tonight? you were keeping count until you believe around your third one. the numbers blurred together, mixing with the bass vibrating through the floor and the neon pink lights reflecting off everyone's faces.
the shot glasses hit the table with a collective clatter and your cousin was already reaching for the bottle for the next round.
"girl, slow down," your sister laughed while grabbing her arm. "we got all night."
"it's her birthday!" your cousin gestured wildly at you while almost knocking over the bottle. "we can do what we want!"
"damn right we can," you slurred while holding up your empty glass like a trophy.
the section ony had rented was huge, it was the entire upper level of the hottest spot in the city; a place that was equal parts restaurant and club, with velvet booths and marble tables. string lights and gold lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting everything in a honeyed glow. the dj was tucked in the corner, spinning a mix of afrobeats and female rap that made your hips move whether you wanted them to or not.
and the food….god, the food.
before the shots started, you'd eaten like a literal queen; oysters on a bed of ice, truffle pasta that cost more than your first car, a charcuterie board the size of your torso, and mini sliders that you'd demolished in three bites. ony had pre ordered everything and the waiters kept bringing out plates you didn't even remember asking for.
but that was hours ago, now it was just bottles on the table, ice melting in buckets, and the faint smell of hookah smoke curling toward the ceiling.
you leaned back against the velvet couch, your light pink mini dress shifting with you as the gold chain across your bare back is cool against your skin. your curls were wild now from hours of dancing and the humidity had them expanding into a cloud around your face. gold cuffs still glinted at your ears and your ring caught the neon lights every time you moved your hand, which was often, because you couldn't stop looking at it.
"let me see it again," your friend demanded while crawling across the couch on her knees.
you held out your hand like a queen presenting her favorite gem. she grabbed your wrist, pulling your ring finger toward the light.
"lawd," she breathed. "it look different every time i see it."
"that's because the lighting keep changing," your sister pointed out.
"girl…don't ruin the magic."
weeks before your birthday, ony had proposed to you at the stadium during the halftime of one of his games. the way he had dropped to one knee in front of fifty thousand people and made you cry so hard you forgot how to speak.
you still watched the video sometimes. late at night, when he was asleep beside you, his arm thrown over your waist, and his breath warm on your neck. you'd pull up the clips on your phone to see the ones that had gone viral, the ones your cousins had sent, even the ones from angles you didn't know existed.
and you'd watch yourself say yes over and over again because it still didn't feel real. but the rock on your finger? that felt real and heavy.
"earth to birthday girl." your friend yells as she waves a hand in front of your face. "you left us again."
"sorry." you blinked while shaking your head. "just thinking."
"about that man, huh?" your cousin said while grinning.
"always about him."
"disgusting. i love it."
"okay, okay," your friend said while clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "we need to talk about the comments recentlyyyy."
you groaned while throwing your head back against the couch. "do we have to?"
"yes!" your cousin yells while pulling out her phone, already scrolling. "people are obsessed with you. look–" she turned the screen toward you.
it was a post from some sports blog. a picture of you and ony at a game last week— you in his jersey number, him with his arm around your waist, and both of you laughing at something off camera. the caption read: "onyankopon's fiancée continues to steal hearts. who is she?"
"who is she?" your sister read aloud while scoffing. "she's right there, with a name."
"they don't care about your name," your cousin says, echoing her own words from earlier. "they care about the ring."
you held up your hand again while watching the diamond catch the pink neon lights. "can you blame them?"
"no," all three of them said in unison.
after your little proposal debrief, the shots kept coming. someone ordered a round of something blue that tasted like candy and burned like hell. your cousin eventually pulled you up off the couch because your song was playing and suddenly you were shaking ass.
the vip section wasn't huge but it was big enough. your bare feet (you'd kicked your heels off somewhere around shot four) moved across the cool floor, arms raised, curls bouncing, and the gold chain on your back catching the light with every bounce.
your cousin joined you, then your friend, finally your sister was there too, and the four of you were a tangle of limbs and laughter, dancing on each other until you were dizzy.
"this is the best birthday ever!" your cousin shouted over the music.
eventually, you collapsed back onto the couch, chest heaving and dress riding up just a little. you didn't bother pulling it down cause everyone here was family.
"i need water," you announced.
"you need more shots," your friend countered.
"i need both."
your sister flagged down a waiter who looked like he'd been waiting for an excuse to come over and ordered a round of waters and another bottle of something expensive.
"put it on the fiancée’s tab," she added and the waiter nodded like he already knew because of course he knew. ony had probably tipped him a month's rent to make sure you were taken care of.
"speaking of ony," your sister said while sliding closer to you on the couch, "when is he getting here?"
you glanced at your phone that read 1:47 am. he'd texted you an hour ago, “you good?", and you'd replied with a blurry photo of you and your girls making kissy faces at the camera.
come through
bring your friends.
👀
"soon," you said while grinning. "i told him to bring the guys."
your friends eyebrows shot up. "i thought this was girls night?"
"it was but i miss my man." you shrugged, unashamed. "and i needed an excuse to see him without making y'all feel like third wheels."
"and you still made us the third wheels?" your cousin asked while laughing.
"no, i made them the third wheels. now y'all can focus on jean and them."
"you're so calculating," your friend said but she was already reaching for her compact mirror.
"i'm considerate. there's a difference boo."
a couple minutes later your phone buzzed and you snatched it up so fast your cousin laughed.
outside. coming up.
finally.
you miss me?
maybe.
you drunk?
maybe.
send a pic.
you held up your phone and angled it downward so your body was in the frame and snapped a quick photo— you sitting pretty on the velvet seats, dress hitched up on your thighs, curls wild, and ring catching the light. your smile was drunk and happy as you tried your best to get a steady picture.
hurry up.
damn. on my way.
you tossed your phone on the couch, grabbed the nearest shot glass and downed it.
"he's coming," you announced.
the table erupted.
"finally."
“where's my lip gloss?"
"connie better be with him. im getting us out the trenches tonight."
"you're so weird."
"and you're so single. let me live."
you laughed while watching your girls scramble to reapply gloss, fluff their hair, and fix their dresses. they pretended not to care but you saw the way your sister checked her reflection in a spoon and the way your friend suddenly cared about the arrangement of bottles on the table.
you just sat back, heart racing at the thought of your man coming and you couldn't wait to feel his arms around you.
a hour later, the elevator dinged as the doors slid open and there he was.
ony stepped out first and his eyes found you immediately, his eyes scanning the room before landing on your face. behind him came eren, jean, connie, and some teammates you recognized but couldn't name in your drunken state.
the energy in the room shifted as ony crossed to you in six long strides, ignoring everyone else, and pulling you off the couch into his arms.
"hey, mama," he murmured against your hair.
"you took forever," you mumbled as you melted into his chest.
"had to drag these fools out the studio. eren was locked in."
"eren can wait."
"he said the same thing about you."
you rolled your eyes as you pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. his eyes dragged over your face at your wild curls, your smudged lip gloss, and the drunken slant of your smile.
"you look good," he said.
"i look drunk."
"ain’t no difference."
he kissed you while connie whistled and someone yelled "get a room" and you know that was definitely jean but you didn't care.
you had your man. you had your girls. you had the whole city at your feet and a ring on your finger during a birthday night you'd never forget.
and when ony pulled back, breathless and smiling, he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
"happy birthday, mama," he said softly.
"thank you for coming," you replied.
"ain't nowhere else i'd rather be."
you weren't sure exactly when you'd ended up in ony's lap. one minute you were standing and leaning against the couch while your cousin poured another round. the next, ony had grabbed your waist, pulled you down onto his thighs, and wrapped an arm around your stomach to keep you from sliding off.
"you 'bout to fall," he murmured in your ear, his breath warm against your neck.
"i am not," you slurred, even as your body sagged against his chest.
"mmhm."
his hand splayed across your bare back and you shivered, pressing closer. the vip section spun lazily around you, pink and gold lights blurring at the edges. your girls were scattered across the couches now, deep in conversation with the guys.
and you? you were exactly where you wanted to be.
"another shot!" your friend appeared in front of you, holding out a glass. "for the birthday girl!" you reached for it but your hand wobbled and ony plucked it out of the air before you could grab it.
"nah," he said, tossing it back himself. "she done."
"ony–" you started to protest but he was already setting the glass on the table.
"you can barely sit up straight, mama. you ain't takin' no more shots."
"i'm fine–"
"you're drunk." he kissed your temple, soft and firm. "and you're gonna thank me tomorrow."
you wanted to argue but your body betrayed you as you melted further into his chest. his arms tightened around you and you sighed, your head falling back against his shoulder.
"fine," you mumbled. "but you gotta take the rest of 'em for me."
"already planned on it."
and he did.
every time one of your cousins came over with a shot, ony took it. every time someone shouted "birthday girl!" and raised a glass, ony drank it. he didn't even flinch, just tossed them back one after another, his chest rumbling with low laughter every time you whined about it.
"you're gonna be so drunk," you said, watching him down another.
"someone gotta be." he set the glass down while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "can't have you out here actin' up."
"i don't act up."
"you literally tried to climb on the table ten minutes ago."
"i was dancing."
"you were struggling."
you pouted but he just kissed the pout off your lips and you forgot what you were mad about.
somewhere around 2:30, food appeared.
this was drunk food. wings, loaded fries, and mozzarella sticks that stretched for miles when you bit into them. ony must have ordered it at some point because he was the only one coherent enough to use a phone.
"eat," he said while pressing a fry to your lips.
you took a bite, chewing slowly, your eyes half closed.
"'s good," you mumbled.
"eat another one."
"you eat another one."
he shook his head but he was smiling and he fed you three more fries before you turned your face away.
" 'm full."
"you ate like five fries."
" 'm full."
he sighed, setting the plate aside, and pulled you closer. "you impossible."
"you love it."
"unfortunately."
the night started winding down around 3.
your girls were flagging as your sister was arguing with jean about something neither of them would remember tomorrow and your cousin taking mirror selfies with connie's phone because hers had died.
you were barely awake as your face pressed into ony's neck, your breath warm against his skin.
"i'm ready to go," you whispered.
he turned his head as his lips brushed against your forehead. "yeah?"
"mmhm." you nuzzled closer, your nose grazing his jaw. "carry me?"
he laughed low, his chest vibrating under you. "you want me to carry you out?"
"please." you kissed his neck lazily, your lips dragging against his skin. "and grab my heels, they my favorite."
"which ones are those?"
"the ones i was wearin'. under the table."
he looked down and your bare feet were dangling over his thigh, your gold heels kicked somewhere beneath the velvet couch.
"those?"
"those." you kissed his neck again, slower this time. "please, baby."
he exhaled as he muttered, "you tryna kill me,"
"no." you kissed his jaw. "just tryna go home."
he stood up with you wrapped around him like a koala. your legs hooked around his waist, your arms looped around his neck, and your face buried in the crook of his shoulder. he bent down one handed and scooped your heels off the floor, dangling them from his fingers.
"got 'em," he said.
"you're the best," you mumbled into his neck.
"i know."
your girls called out goodbyes as he carried you toward the elevator and shouting "text me when you get home!" you lifted one hand in a lazy wave, your ring catching the light one last time.
the elevator doors closed, muffling the music, and suddenly it was just the two of you.
"you had fun?" he asked, shifting you higher on his hip.
"the most fun." you kissed his neck again, right below his ear, where his cologne was strongest. "thank you for this."
"didn't do nothin'."
"you rented out a whole club."
"that's just money." the elevator dinged as the doors opened to the parking garage. "you happy. that's what matters."
the cool night air hit you the second he stepped outside. ony’s driver had the blacked out suv waiting at the curb. he opened the door for you as you still held onto him, helping you get in because your legs were a unsteady from all those shots. the second the door shut behind him, the world outside disappeared.
it was just the two of you in the dim glow of the interior lights.
“come here, baby.” his voice had dropped that octave that always made you wet. he pulled you across the seat until you were straddling his lap, your dress bunching up around your thighs. his big hands slid up the backs of your legs, squeezing your ass possessively.
“fuck… you really mine now, huh?” he kissed your neck, then your jaw, then your mouth and he was tasting the candy blue shots still on your tongue. “my fiancée. my wife to be. walking around with that ring on your finger while you twerk to city girls. you know what that does to me?”
you whimpered as one of his hands slipped between your thighs, pushing your lace thong to the side. two thick fingers dragging through your already soaked folds.
“shit, you wet as hell,” he groaned, circling your clit with the pads of his fingers before pushing both digits inside you in one smooth stroke. “this pussy been waiting for me all night?”
your head fell back, a broken moan slipping out as he started pumping his fingers, curling them just right against that spot that made your toes curl. the wet sounds filled the backseat, obscene and loud.
“yes–ony… fuck–”
“that’s right. say my name, baby. my pretty baby.” he sucked on your neck, adding a third finger and stretching you open while his thumb worked your clit. “you’re gonna be my wife. carrying my last name. walking around with my ring and my baby in you one day. and you still out here acting like the baddest in the club. you know how proud that shit makes me?”
your hips rolled down onto his hand, chasing the pleasure as it built fast and hot. the driver was separated by the partition, but you didn’t even care if he could hear you moaning like a slut for your man.
ony pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. he smirked, bringing them to his mouth to taste you while he used his other hand to free himself from his pants. his dick was hard, thick, and leaking for you.
“turn around for me. hands on the seat.”
you obeyed, facing the front, knees on the leather as he pushed your dress up over your ass. he didn’t even pull your thong all the way off, just yanked it to the side again before lining himself up and sinking into you in one long thrust.
“fuuuck, baby,” he groaned, gripping your hips tight. “so tight and wet. this my pussy, right?”
“yes- yours,” you gasped, pushing back on him.
he started fucking you deep, one hand sliding up your back to grab the gold chain like a leash while the other reached around to rub your clit. the car rocked with every thrust, the windows already fogging up.
“look at you,” he praised, voice strained with pleasure. “my fiancée taking this dick so good in the backseat like a nasty little slut. after all them shots and dancing… still creaming all over me. that’s why i’m marrying you. you perfect for me.”
your orgasm hit you hard as your vision blurred. your thighs shaking and moaning his name loud enough that your throat went raw. ony fucked you through it, then pulled out and flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs wide before sliding back in.
he leaned down, forehead against yours, eyes locked on you as he stroked deep and slow.
“i love you,” he breathed between thrusts. “my beautiful baby. my wife. gonna give you everything. this dick. this ring. my last name. everything.”
you came again with his name on your lips, nails digging into his back. ony followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning as he filled you up, hips stuttering against yours.
he stayed inside you for a long moment, kissing you soft and lazy, thumb stroking the diamond on your finger again.
“best birthday ever?” he asked, smiling against your mouth.
you laughed breathlessly, still pulsing around him. “best birthday ever.”
Eren was tired. Exhausted from the relentless cycle of despair that surrounded him. Each day bled into the next, a grim tableau of struggle as those he loved fought against the encroaching darkness. Eren was tired. The lies that cloaked their reality suffocated him, and the feeling of being treated as less than a mere pawn in a cruel vicious cycle gnawed at his very soul. Eren was tired. Constantly surrounded by death; friends, comrades, women, men, children, elderly…He felt the weight of their losses like stones in his chest, each death chipping away at his resolve. Eren was tired. Yet, beneath the layers of fatigue and sorrow, a flicker of defiance burned within him. He harbored the power to shatter this endless loop of suffering, no matter the cost.
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Master list
Chapter 1 | Chapter 3
It had been exactly six days since Eren last saw her.
Patsy, along with another male nurse—one who lifted Eren and placed him in a wheelchair—grabbed him from the shared room he’d been staying in and rolled him back to the same room he’d been treated in before.
Patsy did the same thing as last time, checking his injuries. This time, she noted how much they had healed; there were only a few left. Just like before, Eren wore a stoic expression and stared straight ahead. However, from his peripheral vision, he had already located the healer from before. She was in the same corner , this time a little closer, and he noticed her with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
“Okay, Mr. Kruger, same as last time. We’re going to rewrap and treat your larger injuries,” Patsy said.
With a gentle pat on the shoulder, Patsy and the other nurse—whose name he learned was Whynthur—exited in the same manner as last time. The healer approached him with a friendly smile on her face.
Immediately, he noticed her hair, styled in the same burnished curls as last time but a little wilder. She didn’t look as tired as she had the last time, so he assumed he was one of the first people she was seeing today.
“Do you mind if I…” she made a hand gesture, asking for permission to touch him.
“Be my guest.” His voice was low but firm, somehow inviting.
“How are you feeling, Mr. Kruger?” Her voice was soft, filled with genuine concern as she began cleaning the dried blood from the exposed injuries Patsy had unwrapped and examined.
“I feel fine,” he answered plainly.
“It hasn’t been long, but I can already tell everything is healing pretty nicely.” She informed him, sounding both happy and focused as she studied her previous work now that it was clear from the dried blood. “Once you’re about 75% healed with your bigger injuries, you won’t need to see me anymore. They like to let them heal naturally.”
Hmm. Good to know, Eren thought as she revealed that piece of information. I’d best continue to make sure I slow the regenerative process to a normal pace; otherwise, they’ll notice.
Eren watched her closely, captivated by the little things. He took note of how she poked between her teeth slightly as she rewrapped the bandages, and how her eyebrows furrowed a little more as she concentrated on the spot she was healing.
“Penny for your thoughts?” she grinned, her eyes flicking to his for a split second before returning to her task.
“May I ask you a personal question?” he ventured.
“You may,” she replied, a playful curiosity dancing in her eyes.
“What do you remember about your old home?” Eren asked, his curiosity about another land evident, but he wanted to ensure he had the right girl before delving deeper. He couldn’t afford to make any mistakes.
After a brief pause, she began to tell him about the island she had come from—the breathtaking beauty of its lush landscapes, the vibrant colors of the flowers, and the warmth of the sun that kissed her skin. He studied her facial expressions as she spoke, her hands deftly working to heal the wound that still required attention.
“But that was before. Before they destroyed my island and forced all the remaining survivors to come here. We work for them now. I've seen it time and time again. It's why they are at war now. People like them—the citizens of Marley and other places in the world—know no bounds.”
Eren caught a flash of something in her eyes as she gazed into the distance, lost in memories.
“All they do is take,” she seethed, anger lacing her voice.
Her vision blurred for a second, and she stumbled slightly concerned by the sudden spiking anger. Immediately Eren reached a hand out to steady her.
Seeing his touch through the glass window, two guards came running into the room immediately upon hearing the elevation in her voice, but she held her hand up while Eren removed his.
“I’m fine.” She attempted to assure them but one of the guards came forward anyway handing her a napkin.
She gave a slight nod as a thanks as they exited. With a deep breath she began to dab at her nose, wiping away her own blood this time. Avoiding his eye she got back to work.
“Sorry, sometimes if I use too much too quickly, I’ll get nosebleeds. They don’t like for me to overexert myself, you know, because I’m valuable to them. So they make sure I’m fed and have all the things I need to stay healthy in order to keep helping whoever.”
This led Eren to believe that she did work outside of the hospital as well.
That could be useful, he thought.
“You remind me of him,” Eren spoke, revealing his knowledge about her sibling.
“Excuse me?” Her hands dropped to her sides, surprise evident in her voice.
“I can see the resemblance, I mean,” he clarified, trying to gauge her reaction.
“What—” she frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“Onyankapon.”
She froze, the name resonating within her like a distant echo. It had been so long since she had uttered it. Onyankapon. Her younger brother. The only family she had left when she arrived in Marley. When he came of age, he was ripped away from her, forced to fight for a place they didn’t truly understand.
The conditions of her existence and his survival dictated that she remain here, healing the wounded who came through without a fight. So that’s what she did. She stayed. Occasionally, they would bring her photos, assuring her he was alive and well. She could always confirm it was him by the small scar above his right eyebrow—a remnant of their childhood adventures, climbing trees against their mother’s wishes. Each photograph was a bittersweet reminder of the brother she had to watch grow up through someone else’s lens.
More than anything, she wanted to hold him, to protect him the way a big sister was supposed to. In a way, she was fulfilling that role, just not in the way she had always envisioned, and it tore her apart inside every day.
“You know my brother?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Eren heard her.
“We have an alliance of sorts,” he replied, his tone serious. “I’m here for business that doesn’t involve me directly.”
“An alliance? What business?” she asked, curiosity piqued she made she sure kept working, making it seemed as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
“What if I told you it has everything to do with getting you out of here?”
“Why would you do that, Mr.Kruger?” She paused for a second. “Why would you help me I mean? “
“Because we both crave the one thing neither of us can have. Not if things persist this way. Not with Marley in control.”
“What’s that?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper, her eyes never leaving his.
“Freedom.”
Her mind raced. She didn’t know what to think or how to process this. Freedom was something she had long given up on, something she thought she could never achieve as long as her brother was alive. But as she looked at the man in front of her, she felt something stir within her—a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Hope.
“So what do you say? Will you help me? And in return, let me help you?” Eren extended his hand toward her, an invitation laced with sincerity.
Slowly, her eyes fell to the hand that was held out for her to shake. They traveled back up, locking onto his gaze as she searched for something—trust, perhaps. Eren said nothing, his heart racing in a way he was unfamiliar as he observed her uncertainty. Finally, she placed her hand in his.
“I’m Y/N,” she introduced herself, her voice steadier now, giving him her name for the first time. Eren’s hand enveloped hers gently before giving it a soft squeeze. She shivered at the contact, a spark igniting between them as he offered her a faint, encouraging grin.
“I’m Eren.”
In that moment, something within him shifted, awakened. He knew the girl in front of him was going to mean so much more to him than anyone ever had before.
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Meanwhile, across the sea, Mikasa sat listening to Armin try to find logical explanations for Eren’s behavior when suddenly, her tired body felt as if it were on fire, then abruptly cold. She let out a gasp, clutching her chest in bewilderment. Armin rushed over to her, concern etched on his face.
“Mikasa, what is it?” he asked, scanning her for signs of injury.
“I don’t know, it feels as if a giant weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel… “ she paused trying to find the right words to discribe this feeling. “lighter, even.”
Armin remained silent, confused but attentive.
“Eren…” Mikasa breathed out, a smile breaking across her face. “Eren is going to be just fine.”
Word count: 1,100+ ( short and sweet, but I wanted to give you guys a bit of background )
A/n: sorry I’m late, this one was a bit difficult for me to write. I don’t know how I wanted it to come off, and I wasn’t sure. I was doing that properly, so I’m a little late with posting it.
With that being said, before you read , read this
All parts in italics are from Eren’a previous conversations with Onyankapon. Flashbacks. The conversation he is having in THE NOW is with our reader. They kind of mirror each other.I hope that makes sense. I hope this chapter makes sense. And I’m sure you guys will tell me if it doesn’t.
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“Your power, where does it come from?” Eren asked as they sat outside in the yard once more.
It was a question Eren had been meaning to ask her for a while now. With his time with Onyankapon limited, he had only gathered so much information from him during their previous discussions.
“It’s a curse, but we used to call it a blessing,” she replied, her voice tinged with a bittersweet nostalgia.
“Funny. Onyankapon said the same thing.”
After Yelena revealed to Eren that he had a brother who had wanted to meet him, and their plan to “save the world” began to unfold, Onyankapon had asked Eren to hang back for a moment to talk.
“If you go through with this, they’re going to send you to a hospital for war veterans and Eldians,” Onyankapon began, his gaze steady.
“You’re familiar with the place, then?” Eren inquired, a hint of wariness in his tone.
“Not exactly,” the darker-skinned man hesitated, searching for the right words.
While Yelena knew about his sister, he had never disclosed what she could do. For some reason, he didn’t quite trust her with that information. Eren would be the first person he revealed it to.
For a moment, Onyankapon simply took Eren in—the way he was, how passionate he was, filled with anger yet driven to do what was right. He was willing to do whatever it took to save his people. Beneath everything, Eren was kind. With a deep breath, Onyankapon prepared to share the truth about Y/n.
He told Eren about the war between Akan and Marley, recounting the countless lives lost, including his entire family. Everyone, except for his older sister. He explained that she was special, gifted with healing abilities, yet Marley sought to keep her captive. “Y/n wouldn’t heal anyone at all until they threatened to kill me. I only know she’s alive because I am.”
Eren’s brow furrowed as he processed this information. “How will I know it’s your sister?” he asked after a moment of contemplation, finally agreeing to help.
The rescue plan came with a condition: he wouldn’t forsake his original goal to meet with Zeke and go through what their utilization plan to save her or keep her alive. If she was deadweight at all, he’d leave her behind. Onyankapon agreed, relieved that Eren was at least willing to try.
“Well, for starters, we look alike—hair color, facial features, skin tone,” he explained. “But I’ll go out on a limb and say she’ll be the one to heal you.”
When they were first separated Onyankapon would do whatever he could get an injury just so they’d send him to the facility for her to heal him. By the third time and they caught onto what he was doing, they begin taking him somewhere else to be treated. He was no longer able to see his sister.
Unnecessary cruelty.
It’s how they treated everybody that wasn’t a Marleyan or person in position of power.
Every now and again someone she would heal would find him and bring him letters from her. He wasn’t able to write back to her, but at least it was something. Onyankapon’s heart was heavy as she thought about all the letters she had probably been sending that he hadn’t gotten since they had been gone.
“You’ll know it’s her because she’ll see you,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. “She’ll see right through you.” He paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I can’t explain it, but once you meet her, you’ll just know. It comes with the curse.”
“What curse?” Eren asked, his curiosity piqued.
“I’m not entirely sure where it came from but my grandma used to say it’s an ancestral gift,” Y/n replied, her expression turning somber.
“She said it’s been in our family for hundreds of years. One of my ancestors was born with the gift of healing. Once they would pass the next person born into our family would have the same gift. ” Y/n explained, her voice barely above a whisper. “Funnily enough when the person holding a gift would transitions into death, within days a new healer was born. For every death there is a life . Healing, and helping people…it was supposed to be a blessing.”
“When did it become a curse?” Eren pressed, sensing the weight of the history behind her words.
“When they took her from me.” Onyankapon’s voice darkened. “I haven’t seen her in years. I know she only complies because of me. The Marleyans agreed to let me live as long as she ‘worked for them’. If you ask me it’s -“
“Slavery. I’m nothing more than an indentured servant. Unless you count them letting my brother and I live as payment.” Y/n chuckled humorously.
A single tear rolled down her eye as she looked at Eren sadly.
“That’s just it though. I’d do anything if it meant my brother was going to be okay. As long he has a future, as long as he gets to life. I’ll do anything.”
As Y/n spoke, Eren felt a wave of emotions wash over him. Her vulnerability, her determination, and the pain she carried resonated deeply within him. In that moment, he saw not only her struggle but also the reflection of his own burdens. She reminded him of Mikasa—strong, fiercely loyal, and willing to sacrifice everything for the ones she loved.
Eren's heart ached at the thought of all they had endured, all the pain they had witnessed. He could see the weight of the world pressing down on Y/n’s shoulders, just as it pressed down on his own. They were both marked by a shared destiny, bound by their glorious purpose, yet ensnared by the chains of the past.
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Chapter 2
He had been successful.
Eren.
Eren had successfully infiltrated the Marley empire, passing off as a wounded soldier from their last encounter with another foreign country. It seemed the Marleyans had been busy warring with everyone all over the world.
Currently, he was in Liberio, where Marley kept the rest of the Eldians who were injured. It was his turn to be nursed and have his wounds dressed.
He said nothing as two nurses checked over his injuries, one searching his body for wounds, the other documenting the severity of each. He had put little effort into ensuring they did not heal, having gouged out his own eye and severed one of his legs from the knee down. Attacking would have proven difficult once upon a time, back when he had trouble changing into his Titan form, but now? Now this was as easy as breathing.
“Mr. Kruger, are you with us?” one of the nurses asked.
His eyes shifted in her direction, blinking slowly, yet he said nothing. He just sat there and observed, as he was meant to.
Knowing what he now knew, knowing what needs to be done in order for life in Paradis to be sustainable and have a real future, Eren had a role to play: helpless soldier, mentally traumatized with PTSD, body damaged beyond repair—another useless Marleyan. It was all part of his plan. Hell, he was already a rogue, abandoning his family friends and fellow comrades in Paradis. He could just picture Levi stewing at his insubordination, Mikasa worrying, Armin endlessly babbling trying to come up with a logical reason for all this… he could picture all of them and how they would react to him leaving, clear as day. He knew them all well, after all.
They were his family.
Eren could no longer focus on that now, though. He had a job to do. One that would shake the world as they knew it. One that no one could possibly understand. A hard job, but someone had to do it.
Me. I’m that someone, he reminded himself.
“Sir?” The same nurse, the one with red hair, attempted to gain his attention again. “Sir, can you hear me?”
“Forget it, Patsy, he’s a mute,” the other nurse commented, clearly not as patient as her partner.
“Doesn’t mean he can’t hear you, Ingrid,” Patsy hissed. “Probably trauma, poor guy.”
“Yeah, yeah, just give him over to her so we can move on to the next.”
Her?
Patsy sighed, still feeling bad for the disfigured soldier before her.
“Mr. Kruger, we have a healer who will tend to your wounds. Hopefully, that’ll speed up the process, and you won’t be in so much pain after a while.”
Kind. Foolish. he thought, remaining silent.
With a sigh, she turned slightly. “Come. He’s ready.”
Eren’s eyes shifted slightly, just enough for him to follow where the nurse gazed, to whom she spoke. He hadn’t even seen the young woman sitting in the dark corner.
“I’ll leave you to it.”
For a while, there was no sound other than the nurses departing, their heels clapping against the stone floor and the door opening and shutting behind them.
“You’re different. You’re not like the others, I can tell.”
Though he still said nothing, she continued as if she knew he wondered how she could tell.
“I can feel it. You’re from one of the other nations, aren’t you?”
Neither are you, he thought as she finally stood directly in front of the bed he was seated upon. It was then Eren got a really good look at her.
She was striking. She looked to be about his age—healthy, well, healthy for the most part, which was a shock seeing how they treated the Eldians. Her eyes looked tired, as if all her energy had been spent, yet she tried to conceal it—from the other staff or from the patients, he wasn’t sure. Yet there was an aura about her that was both inviting and mysterious; he could almost feel it drawing him in.
Then there was her skin.
He’d only seen skin that color once, and that was on Onyakapon.
As she stood under the beaming lights used to examine him, he immediately took notice of how her brown skin radiated and glowed under the warm light, exuding a sense of richness and beauty that left him momentarily breathless. Her features were elegant, yet there was a distinct strength in her presence.
His eyes traveled to her hair, which was styled in a neat bun atop her head. It reminded him of the way Christa wore her hair, except higher. The curls and coils poking out, thick and textured, framed her face beautifully, showcasing her natural beauty.
He’d never seen anyone like her before.
“You’re perceptive,” Eren finally responded, earning a faint smirk from the young woman before him.
“When you’ve been here as long as I have…” she trailed off with a shrug as she began to undo some of the dressings on his wounds, presumably given to him once they found him on the battlefield. Some were sticking to his skin, holding on due to the dry blood that had caked around each wound.
“Surprised they trust me here with you alone,” he spoke after he beat his voice, still low, barely above a whisper.
“They know I won’t run.” It was then he noticed the chain around her ankle. “Surprised you can talk.”
Here against her will then, noted.
Eren hummed in response as he continued to watch her reach for the small square-like device on the table beside him. As she began to turn the knob, he could hear a faint clicking with each twist. It reminded him of the way the gears sounded when they would open the gate in Paradis.
“What’s that?”
“It’s a timer,” came the simple answer.
“Its purpose?” She frowned a bit at this question, wondering how he didn’t know what the small device in her hand was, but made no comment. Instead, she answered.
“It keeps track of the time for me while I work. I can only heal each afflicted area for one minute before I have to move on to the next. It’s their way of keeping me from exerting all my energy on one patient.”
“Heal?”
This time she didn’t answer, only slowly began sticking out her hand, hovering it above the cut next to his right eyebrow. She felt a sudden grip on her wrist—it wasn’t too tight but enough to hold her in place and keep her from advancing. Eren hadn’t even realized he did it. It was more or less a reflex.
She didn’t seem to mind, however, giving him a gentle smile—one he noticed didn’t quite reach her eyes, as if she were saying, ‘It’s okay,’ and he slowly let her go.
Eren watched with a curious gaze; her hand felt warm, emitting a slight glow. It reminded him of the flash of light you’d see when the Titans shifted. After a few moments of silence, she removed her hand.
“There. Feel better?”
“Much,” he answered, unable to hide all the surprise in his voice. While the cut didn’t actually hurt at all, he knew what it felt like for his body to heal.
The difference was, it felt as if something had gone in and forced his body to repair broken blood vessels and grow new tissue, all while soothing the injured area. The sensation was cool, reminding him of a salve or balm.
Interesting.
She worked in comfortable silence, and Eren let her do so, uninterrupted—healing and then cleaning up the remaining spots of dried blood. After ten minutes or so, he heard her exhale, giving him a once-over before checking the sheet one of the nurses had left behind.
“Three more spots to go,” she announced.
“You been here long?” Eren asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.
“I’ve been here for as long as I can remember.”
“So forever, then?”
“No, not forever. I had a family once,” she shared while she worked, her movements calculated and smooth. “One that loved me. The island I lived on wasn’t perfect, but it was a happy place. I was…”
“You were what?” He encouraged her to continue.
“Free.”
Free.
Something Eren never felt he’d truly experience, not in this lifetime. A truth he’d never spoken aloud, as he didn’t think anyone else was aware of the invisible shackles that tied them to this world, the curse that had been placed on all Eldians. It was a bit bewildering to speak to another human who was self-aware of the hand dealt to them.
She was quiet after that, and Eren didn’t bother to strike up a conversation. This was his first day here, after all, and he still had loads of ground to cover as well as information to gather.
He was certain he found who he was looking for; now he had to be sure he could trust her. For now, though, he wouldn’t push her. He was sure this wouldn’t be the last time they saw each other.
“I’m afraid I can’t do much for your leg today. Those kinds of energies take a little bit more out of me when it comes to healing larger wounds. They’ve already put you on the list for that, though, so take a few more days.”
Confirmed.
“Hopefully, I was able to give you a bit of peace. The fatigue you feel is normal, so try not to feel too alarmed. Try to get some rest; it’ll help with the healing process.”
Eren gave a short nod as she discarded the bloodied towels and rags from tending to him.
“I’ll be seeing you, Mr. Kruger.”
“Thank you.” He uttered as she opened the door. Turning her head slightly he could see yet another faint smile on her face.
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Chapter 2 | Chapter 4
Nervous
Eren was nervous, desperately trying to bury those feelings deep down. Based on his memories, everything was happening right on time, just as it was supposed to, but there was no room for error. The stakes were too high.
He couldn’t quite grasp the role Y/n played in all this, but he was certain she would help connect him with all the appropriate parties in some way, shape, or form. When it came to her and her part in the future chaos Eren could only see pieces of it, glimpses of a complicated puzzle. It felt strange; anything surrounding her seemed slightly fuzzy, and he had no idea why.
Speaking of Y/n, it had been a few days since he last saw her, and almost two weeks since they had spoken; the day he confessed to knowing her brother and wanting to help her break free. If the time frame between their meetings remained consistent, it would be just a few more days before he would see her again.
He recalled their last session together the one after the reveal. There were no words spoken between the two seeing as she had been accompanied by two strangers in lab coats, who seemed to be meticulously taking notes on her healing abilities.
Whoever they were, he could tell she was uncomfortable. Unlike their previous encounters, she didn’t say a word to him this time; she kept her head down, biting the inside of her cheek as if trying to contain her anxiety. He could sense her distress, even from a distance. Up close, he could tell she was stressed. While her touch was just as gentle as before her movement seem to be more meticulous and thought out. No extra bit of comfort, gentle in touches or anything of the sort like before.
She didn’t say not one word while she worked, the only ones doing the talking and mumbling were her two observers. Y/n made eye contact with him once, but it was fleeting. She gave a quick nod, a silent message that she was done before stepping back, waiting for the two men to give her further instructions.
Inside, Eren was seething.
This is why I'm here he thought, anger coursing through his veins. People shouldn’t be treated like this—held captive and experimented on. Used. Treated as if they are anything less than human.
It had been a long time since he felt that kind of fury boiling within him. Fury, he could do nothing with.
Ironic isn’t it?
One of the most powerful beings had to act like a docile, insignificant subhuman to achieve greatness.
My situation is temporary he reminded himself. Soon, I won’t have to worry
That was four days ago. While he still had three more to go before his next treatment, someone decided to shake things up for him a bit.
“I think you could use some fresh air, don’t you?” Nurse Patsy smiled warmly as she entered the room.
Before he knew it, he was being led to the common area outside, where a few other patients were milling about—some chitchatting, others aimlessly walking in circles, while others simply sat or stood in solitude. The sun was shining, and it was a beautiful day overall.
It is a nice day, he thought taking a moment to appreciate the change of scenery.
“Feeling better already, I see.” Patsy commented, noticing the way his shoulders relaxed slightly.
She was pleased with herself.
Patsy really was a sweet person—motherly, in a way. He could tell she genuinely cared for her job and the people she took care of, regardless of whether they were Marley or Eldian.
The thought made his chest ache, reminding him of his own mother and her tragic demise.
One he had a hand.
The same way he’d have hand in Patsy’s.
“I’m not sure you’ll see any familiar faces here—oh, Y/n! I see you’re outside enjoying the weather. Mind if Mr. Kruger joins you?”
There she was, sitting quietly on a bench with her back against the wall, staring off into the distance. A small flower was twirled between her fingertips, while her other hand danced along the delicate petals. With a subtle tilt of his head, he noticed that one of her ankles was chained, the metal linking her to the wall.
Eren’s eyes found Y/n’s, but once again, she looked away, this time shifting her gaze to Patsy. She offered a nod.
“No, not at all,” she said softly.
Whynthur made a sound of bewilderment upon hearing her voice. Y/n never really spoke to others. Half the staff probably didnt even know what she sounded like. Put she would speak to Patsy and two of the other charge nurses. She didn’t have a choice, but to speak to the higher ups in charge. And now, now she had Eren to talk to.
Eren quite liked the sound of her voice; it was soothing and a welcome distraction from the chaos of their reality.
Eren’s wheel chair was parked at the near the edge of the bench right next to her. The quiet between the two was peaceful once they were left alone .
A bit of time passed, neither of them saying a word but secretly enjoying each other's company. It was Eren who finally broke the silence.
“Are you okay?” he called, trying to make his voice sound as gentle as possible, though he hadn’t really used it in quite some time.
Y/n hesitated, her fingers stilling on the flower. “I’m… managing,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The question felt strange to her; nobody ever really asked how she was doing. Occasionally, Patsy would inquire during the days of those visits, especially when things were really bad, but that was it. Sure, the patients were nice—especially the children who came through the facility for treatment. They would speak to her sometimes, but she never really had a friend.
Eren could see the sadness in her eyes, and it fueled his anger once more. “You shouldn’t have to just manage,” he said, his voice filled with passion.
“I’m used to it,” Y/n shrugged, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Because for her, it was.
It shouldn’t be
“Who were those men?” Eren asked, hoping she would provide some intel.
“Striker and Stone.” He noticed her shudder at their names. “They come quarterly to check if anything has changed with me. They monitor how my body reacts to healing others and how patients' bodies respond as well. They take samples from me and check on my regenerative process the same way they do with our Titan champions here.”
“Titans,” Eren echoed, his mind racing with the implications.
“Yeah. The way our champions heal in their human form is at an accelerated rate compared to normal people.”
“So I’ve heard,” Eren commented, drawing from the firsthand knowledge he had about Titans.
He wanted so badly to trust her completely, to share his plans with her. He felt that she would understand, but he wanted to take things slow. She had her own way of surviving, and until he fully understand it and was certain it was time for them to escape, he didn’t want to disrupt that. For now, he would keep everything she needed to know for both her safety and his own.
“Well, as long as there are no fatal wounds to the head, they heal pretty quickly,” Y/n sighed, closing her eyes slightly, a faint shake of her head accompanying her words. “Because I have this healing ability, they assume we’re connected in some way and share some of the same traits. What they don’t understand is the extent to which mine goes, so they like to push and test it.”
So like Hange, but less compassionate Eren thought remember his friend and commander.
“Do they hurt you often?” Eren asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer. He noticed the way she pulled down one of her sleeves, as if hiding something.
“I do not heal like the Titans do,” she replied. “Faster than the average human, yes, but if you cut too deeply, it can be fatal for me.”
“I see.”
Everything about Y/n's situation felt absolutely barbaric to him. As much as he wanted to know more, he wouldn’t push her right now—not out in the open like this.
“Enough about me. What do you need?”
“Hmm?” He replied, surprised by the sudden shift.
“What do you need to set in motion whatever it is you’re planning to do?”
“What makes you think I need something?” She rolled her eyes at his attempt poor to deflect.
“Cut the crap. You’re an observer, Eren, but so am I. There’s not much to do in this place. I know the ins and outs of this entire operation and then some. Not to mention, I can read people extremely well.”
“Yeah? Read me,” he challenged, a hint of defiance in his tone.
“I’ll give you a quick one—if you tell me how to help you.”
“An eye for an eye, then?” he suggested, a spark of intrigue lighting up his eyes.
She turned to look at him, staring up for a moment before breaking into a grin. Focusing back on the view before them, she gave a small ‘hm,’ surprised by his sense of humor.
“You’re in pain, outside of your physical situation,” she said slowly. “It’s also mental and emotional. You’re angry, and that drives you. You’re smart and calculated.”
“You are also sad and a bit lonely,” Y/n added, her voice low, just enough for him to hear.
A huge part of her wanted to reach out and hold his hand, to let him know that he wasn’t alone in that feeling. It was what she would have wanted someone to do for her. Alas, she didn’t know him that well, nor how comfortable he was with touch outside of their healing sessions. Instead of using physical contact to convey her feelings of empathy, she voiced them.
“It’s okay. I am too,” Y/n confessed, her eyes finding his.
Silence enveloped them as he stared at her, completely caught off guard.
For the first time in a long time, Eren felt seen. Seen by a young woman he had met only a month ago. It was validating—this sudden, strange, and foreign feeling was almost peaceful. He felt heard without needing to say a word. It was as if they were two normal individuals having a normal conversation, getting to know one another.
It was almost as if he didn’t have to fight.
Almost.
But he was fighting. This was all part of the plan, after all. The strategy he had come up with—and if he knew anything about war, it was that the greatest advantage came from being able to get into the enemy’s head. To reach into their minds and destroy them from the inside out. That’s exactly what he was here to do.
“Can you get a message to someone for me?” he asked, his voice steady.
“They don’t let me leave or roam by myself,” she replied, glancing away for a moment. “Besides, it’s not like I have anyone wanting to communicate with me. So, no, I can’t.”
There was silence again, comfortable as they both processed their thoughts. The distant sound of footsteps running toward them made Y/n perk up a bit.
“But I know someone who can.”
A brief moment after those words left her lips, a small boy approached them, seemingly out of breath.
“Hi, Miss Y/n!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I haven’t seen you outside in a while. It’s a nice day, isn’t it?”
“It is a nice day. It has been a while, hasn’t it? How are you?” Y/n smiled in the boy’s direction.
“I’m good! Got banged up a bit during training, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
Y/n noticed the scrape above his brow. Under the guise of moving his hair out of his face, she discreetly used her power to heal it.
“Thanks, Miss!” The young boy blushed, his smile brightening. “Hey! Who’s your friend?”
“This is Mr. Kruger,” she introduced. “He’s one of our veterans who was injured in recent battle. Same one Porco got all banged up in. Mr. Kruger, this one here is in competition to be our next Armored Titan.”she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she turned to the boy.
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