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No Blood No Mercy || Purge!AU || Krixger

"So…looks like Christmas is coming early," Mikasa chirruped, walking her fingers along Eren’s shoulders, a sly grin ghosting across her face. An empty duffel bag was slung over her shoulder, along with a fistful of loose leaf pages written in a neat hand by none other than their friend Armin Arlert, whom she asked to list everything he wanted her to steal. It consisted of mostly book titles and a large Stay safe! over the top margin. As if the pair needed reminding.

Because tonight was better than Christmas, Valentines Day, and Easter put together. It was purge day, and approximately 5 hours from now, Mikasa would have her custom made blade set and her best friend by her side for a full 12 hours of slashing, looting, and completely not-illegal insanity.

Because they lived for Purge night, the night when their twisted version of justice manifested. When the red scarfed honor student second had no obligations or expectations to live up to, when practicing kendo techniques on living targets was a real thing. Better yet, doing it by he side of her best friend Eren with no shortage of targets, with that grudge and fiery temper. The grey eyed girl plunked herself in the seat next to her partner-in-crime and slid the papers toward her with a smirk. "Here's the wishlist if we get around to it, now where's this year's hitlist?"

#Krixger #purge au #rp #no blood no mercy #starter #sorry sorry this sucks

Petrichor.

Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.

Mikasa wanted to come, but somehow it’s me the one here. I can’t complain; it’s a gorgeous day, the kind of day you can only see after it’s rained: the stray droplets reflect the sun, and everything looks brighter, clearer. Alive.

The breeze caresses my skin. It feels nice. They don’t let us go outside too often; we’re always busy, all the time, chores that feel pointless but are probably very important for things to flow smoothly here. I don’t quite understand it myself. I try to, honest!

But Armin always beats me to it.

He misses you, you know. He wanted you to get here quick, but not too quickly—he knew you’d just go nuts here! Though we’re all pretty sure once you get here we’ll all be allowed to leave. Humanity’s hope and all that. Meanwhile, we’ve just been killing time, it seems. Waiting for you.

You rest under the shade of a tree; its branches extends far up, high, impossibly high, and I shouldn’t be surprised anymore. This place, with its never ending pastures, is so wonderful I find something new to marvel about every day. It’s so green, greener than the forests inside the walls. I wish I could come out and see it more often.

It’s very green, this tree. Like your eyes. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.

I sit next to you under the tree. Your breathing is even and your hair covers most of your sleeping expression. We should get going soon, but I don’t dare wake you. You haven’t looked this peaceful in a while. In fact, I doubt I have seen you like this before—you’re always so guarded and alert, and with good reason; your life depended on it. So it’s refreshing, this, and all I want to do is brush your dark hair aside and just. Look at you.

So I do. Just give me this small moment. I promise I won’t tell anyone.

Eventually, though, I have to wake you up. I touch your shoulder lightly and you blink up sleepy green eyes at me. It doesn’t faze you seeing me here; you just smile, edges rounded, and it’s very pretty, this: you, me, the tree, the sky after it rains. The eternity we have ahead of us.

You did it, Eren.

I stand up and look down at you. I feel like singing in joy, but instead I just ask, “Shall we?”

And a small miracle happens: you take my hand.

#drabble #i've had this idea in my head ever since i received your prompt #over ten hours ago!#hopefully you like it #krixger