To feel is a whirlwind
Summary: Floch as he navigate his feelings towards Eren and Armin. CW: canonverse, blank period, Floch POV, slight description of burns, implied Eremin, emotions and feelings discussion, toxic behavior, toxic obsession
Author's note: I don't know what this is but I needed this tension between those three
In a world where the average soldier life span is 40 years old at best, where time is too short to live properly, where war was imminent and unpredictable. In this world, feelings had no turn.
That is what Floch learned.
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He never noticed him until he noticed him. Body burnt beyond recognition, the faintest of breathings indicating that below all that charred and melted skin still lived a boy. He watched in horror as the captain made his decision, essentially dooming their entire military to lose a hero. As the titan rose, skinny and deformed, lifting the screaming shifter to his unfortunate demise, Floch felt for the first time.
Rage
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Eren was the embodiment of pathetic.
Tall, lanky and stupid. How could a boy like that rank as a top 10, fight as a survey corps soldier and yet the demon he transformed into was the only remarkable thing about him.
Floch wanted to laugh. Scorn he felt towards that boy.
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Anxiety. His eyes made him nervous. A stark shade of blue that saw more than it should. Eyes that rarely acknowledged Floch, but sent a chill down his spine when they finally did.
His eyes were dull, empty blue, but sharp as a predator, not something he ever thought would describe someone like Armin Arlert.
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Hope. He felt hope for the first time in his life, coming from said pathetic Eren Yeager. He still felt whiplash from how fast his demeanor changed towards the titan shifter, but he would not have it any other way.
"I can trust you, right?"
Floch nodded eagerly. He would do everything in his power to fulfil Eren's wishes.
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Floch was a mad man. Utterly mad, but smart enough to not act upon it.
He should feel hate and despise towards the blond man- and in a way he did hate and despised Armin Arlert - but he could also not shake a strange feeling.
Fascination. Floch felt an unwelcome fascination hearing the blond man speak, read between the lines, his disturbing silence and apathy while destroying hundreds of ships.
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He was frustrated.
Eren was a quiet man these days, but Floch noticed how his eyes followed the blond man. Following the green-eyed gaze, Floch saw as Armin sat down tiredly, titan marks still fading. There was some sort of unearthly beauty in seeing the purple bags under blue eyes, the dampness of the short blond hair, the contrast of the dark shirt on his milky skin
Floch would never be him.
He saw as Eren stood, motioning for Floch to stay in place. The ginger watched as he walked down the dinning hall, stopping at a table and touching Armin's shoulder - silently inviting him to speak. To most likely everyone's surprise, Armin nodded and followed him despite their strained friendship.
Floch could not help but follow them. Even if he had to disobey Eren.
Watching from a safe distance, he saw as both childhood friends stood side by side, not a word uttered. Floch waited for what seemed hours for them to interact, to speak, to react.
Eren was the first to break - his hope broke. Armin remained looking upfront, arms crossed tightly on his chest. Eren spoke, too fast for the ginger to read his lips, but Armin understood - if his jaw clenching was any indication. In horror, Floch watched as Eren's fingers caressed the blond's face, green eyes softening and tall body cutting the distance between them.
Floch would never have what they had.
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As he watched Armin's hardened face, blue eyes still red due to the news, Floch never felt more satisfied. The blonde man torned Eren's letter into pieces, breathing in rage and trying to remain calm at the same time.
Floch landed his venomous words, draining more satisfaction from Armin's suffering.
The blonde man had never given Floch an answer, a reaction to his abuse. Not that he cared, it did not matter.
Armin looked beautiful when he suffered, and that was enough for him.
