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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲--𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭...𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.

(AOT/ EREN x Bad Bitch Reader.)

Head cannon for the Back story half, and Actual Story after the backstory passes.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨: 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 FACE CLAIM 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘= 𝐆𝐢𝐠𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐝 or Lily-Rose Depp.

FACE-CLAIM= Mostly 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

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You and Eren tried to muffle your moans to the best of your ability, doing a fairly well job. The way his hands grasped at your hips as he moved you up and down on his dick. This was the second time this week that you seeked out to each other. Nothing but friends, but fulfilling the role as each others stress relievers. There was no relationship involved, as that was certainly the last thing on your mind. On your half, you could say there was also no feelings or strings attached to this. It was simply because you guys both had your heads clouded with shit. Whatever the reasons for this was, you didn't know. But you guys found this as a temporary ecstasy drug.

You've been around Eren and the others since the 104th Cadet Training Corps. While you've been best friends with Jean since you were five.It was when you joined the Survey Corps that you found out Levi was the father that you've been looking for. You had managed to yank personality from your mother, replicating her with the blonde hair, lips, and jaw line. Then having the same eye colour as Levi to top it off. There was no doubt you were beautiful, gorgeous, and you knew it since you were a young girl. Unknown to you at the time; you were created by two Gods

Jean's mom would shower you in compliments for as long as you could remember. While Jean would huff and puff at the self confidence in your own looks. He aspired to be like you for a long time. From your sass, to bluntness, honesty, unbothered behaviour, and of course...good looks.

To this day, the biggest lie Jean has ever told, was calling you ugly.... He could actually admit that.

So it was no surprise when both of you enlisted in Military Training together. Both of you having plans to join the Military Police and live a nice life. Well...you just followed along with whatever Jean said. Since he was all you've ever known, vice versa.

You guys are having your first dinner together as Cadets, and your first encounter with Eren was nothing too memorable. Jean and Eren got into a pointless argument about Military Police and the Scout Regiment. Now don't get things twisted, you and Jean were best friends—brother and sister for sure, so you will always have his back no matter what. But you really couldn't understand why he had such a problem with this Jaeger boy wanting to join the Scouts. He was brave of course, he had a point as well, but even the strongest can still die outside the walls. Anywho, Jaeger wasn't any of your business.

So you defended Jean in the moment when Eren tried to slander the fact that he wanted to go to the Military Police. Of course, Jaeger was mad about it—and he assumed from that day on, that you and Jean shared the same mindset. Therefore he didn't like you much.

Which you couldn't care less about.

But it was when you were alone with Jean, is when you started to scold him about his own bias. Because Eren and Jean sounded like hypocrites! It was like talking into a mirror for those two! While also talking to a wall as well.

Eren deemed you like a coward from then on. Your bossy, obnoxious, stuck up, and full of yourself attitude, bothered him to the core.

That was until the first few days of Military Training.

He was observing your fight with Reiner when he saw you flexibly moving your legs when kicking. As you knocked people out with one kick to the temple—your legs looking like a clock in the process.

Then you were amazing at the 3D maneuver gear as well.

Eren remembers a time in training when you asked Mikasa to spar. It immediately drew attention from all the Cadets, everyone wanting to know who will win. Jean was confidently saying you of course, even though he had a big crush on Mikasa. While Eren—despite knowing how strong Mikasa was, he himself was starting to doubt the fight as well.

Armin didn't even know! But he predicted a draw.

And a draw it was.

You and Mikasa were serving each other up. She was good with strength—but you had agility, speed, flexibility, and more. Your kicks were fast and unpredictable, and turns out you were just as good of a puncher. Mikasa thought you were weak in the arms during the fight, and wanted to use this to her advantage. She was gravely mistaken. You were a good puncher, and didn't lack any arm strength, what so ever.

But in the end, the spar was too long. And despite Keith Shadis watching for himself, greatly entertained, he had call it off. You weren't as bad as he expected. In fact, you exceeded expectations.

The spar came out as a draw. But something told Eren that if it went on, you probably would have won.

I mean, you could hear the swish in the air from your kicks!!

Eren took a interest in you after two years of training together. But by then, you already had your own click that you enjoyed. Marco, Jean, and Connie were your brothers for sure—and Sasha Blouse was your sister, your hype girl, and your twin in general. You taught her how to kick fairly well, just some regular and basic moves that didn't take much maneuvering.

As long as Jean disliked Eren, Eren highly doubted that you would ever speak to him, or acknowledge him like how he does with you.

Which Armin says he slightly deserves.

He had boxed you up with Jean's negative traits ever since you spoke up to him. Yet, Armin pointed out that it was exactly what Mikasa does for Eren....

You scored Top of the Class, Mikasa Ackerman apparently being almost near a tie with you. Now of course you cared about the Top Ten, you wanted to get into the Military Police! But your views on the Regiment were changing day by day. You didn't really understand why you enlisted to begin with. Yeah to follow Jean and be in the Interior, but you had no personal reason. You didn't even know what to say when Keith asked you the question in fact.

" OH?! Look at Ms.Pretty over here!" Keith stoped in front of you with his obnoxiously loud voice.

" This isn't a place for delicate girls like you! If you think the Titans will spare you because of that face, your mistaken!"

Keith glared down at Y/N with an intense and serious stare. While Y/N couldn't help but find this slightly amusing. How on Sina was she supposed to change her face to be in the Military. Yes she knew she was pretty and that girl, but she didn't ever use that to her advantage with stuff like this.

It was fair to say that all you were thinking about in your head was; what the hell are you talking about?

You blinked at the Ex-Commander that was all up in your face, finding his glare something worth laughing at. But you knew better then to do that.

" NO WORDS!?" He yelled again at your silence. " WHATS YOUR NAME LADY?!"

" Y/N Sir, no last name included." You spoke firmly, swallowed your laugh expertly.

" nO lAst NaMe iNLcUdEd," Shadis mocked to the recruits near you.

" WELL GUESS WHAT LITTLE MS PRETTY! I HEAR NAMES LIKE THAT IN THE CAPITAL, WHERE YOU BELONG!"

The memory alone makes you cringe.

Shadis took every opportunity to slander you even when he knew you exceeded the expectations of a solider by a lot. A once in a generation and rare strength. He had to have something too critique about you, but your self confidence didn't count. Yes you were full of yourself, but that attitude left the moment you hit the field. Therefore, Shadis couldn't comment on that. At the end of training, there was no bad things about you. Nothing to improve.

The time you met Levi;

It was after the Battle of Trost. You for some reason was alone most of the Battle. Fighting off Titans with Mikasa in the Rare Squad as the Citizens evacuated. You had sustained many injuries during the battle. Managing to sprain your wrist from ramming it into a house after saving a Boy who looked around your age.

All the boy did was stop and stare in admiration. A look that you would've bathed in, if not for the position you were currently in.

It felt awfully wrong to celebrate yourself on a death ground—where Soldiers were dying every minute.

You had ran into a Titan that was beating other Titans. For a short period of time, you killed the Titans around it. Getting at least 6 kills. The Titan was extremely Abnormal. As far as you were concerned, you didn't recall learning any of this in Titan Class. This was beyond you totally, and you couldn't register what you were seeing.

The moment the Titan made eye contact with you, your first thought was ; that it was time to kill it.

But it ignored you, instead going for the Titan that peeking out from behind you. You dipped.

When you finally met up with Jean, Connie, and Sasha, you were delighted to find them all alive. Sharing a quick five second hug with all of them before forcing yourself's back to work.

You were surprised when you heard the news that Eren had died. It was like a stab to the gut, and for a moment when you glanced at Mikasa—who was quick to look away, her hard mask stayed attached to her her face. It felt wrong celebrating friends. Because Mikasa and Armin had lost theirs.

Or not.

Because Eren mother fucking Jaeger just came out of the Abnormal Titan.

The Battle of Trost was a victory for sure. Humanities first victory against the Titans in fact. You guys had little time to rest, as a couple days later, Eren Jaeger would be having his life decided in a courtroom.

The Courtroom was rowdy and loud, almost through the whole thing. When it came time for you to be the witness—the Military Police had tried to shut you down immediately.

" Fresh Graduate with no last name."

" Had no legal guardian growing up, but is said to be from Trost District."

That was the bare minimum of what they said. Apparently, with no background knowledge of you, the Military Police believed that your Testimony will be discredited. You would be clarified as a unworthy witness for Eren.

This was when you had managed to get Levi's attention.

As he was glancing around the rowdy room, he could've sworn that he saw his dead lover. At first he didn't do a double take, certain that his mind was playing awful games with him. But for some reason, Levi found himself looking back in that direction. He could've sworn it was her.

Levi had a gist about you when he, Hanji, and Erwin seen you—a Fresh Graduate who was just a mere witness for Eren's new Ability, flashing the middle finger at a bunch of Military Police. Of course the debate was over. There was no more need for formalities, and the Military Police tried their best to dig up some cringey dirt on you. Of course, when it was time to leave, you gave them the finger. Throwing in your thumb to make a L along with the sign. You could practically feel their hatred as you walked away with a content look on your face. Listening to their shouts of insults that teenage boys would use to describe any girl.

Flashing them one last finger, you for sure got the attention of the two Superiors and Levi. Looks of amusement on their faces. Levi, who had saw the resemblance between you, and a woman he used to know years ago. The only woman he would probably ever get involved with romantically. First and last. You looked exactly like her. From your lips, to your eyes, your facial structure, face shape, and so far—your attitude.

In the Underground, your mother was known for being extremely beautiful. Looking delicate and innocent with her facial features that made her name. And that was the problem. Your mother wasn't a prostitute, and if anyone assumed that, she would flip them off with one rude middle finger. A horrible habit she had—to flash the finger whenever she got upset at another person. Why hadn't she used her beauty to make a living?

Know one knows. Maybe that's why she got Levi's attention.

<<<<<<<<Year 852?>>>>>>>>

Months --almost a year before the Deal.

" There she is!" The loud voice of a couple young men called. They pointed at you with adoration in their eyes, and you were sure it wasn't for the fact that you were a Solider. You spared them a glance, waving gently as Sasha and Connie giggled beside you. The basket of letters in your hands was almost filled to the top, your purse in one hand as you listened to them hoot and cheer. Acting like hooligans in the middle of a market.

Of course, You, Connie, Sasha, and Jean—had made plans for the night. As you would be setting out to welcome Marley to the Devils Island in a few months. The Island was more lively now that Wall Maria was reclaimed. Crops were growing, and there wasn't any food shortages like before. Things were running pretty smoothly.

— And your number of admirers only grew.

Sasha giggled warily to Connie, " Awwwee! Y/N has admirers!"

Connie laughed as you rolled your eyes with a gritted smile still on your face. " Of course she does! Look at her basket!"

" She always has to carry that Basket around so people can drop their letters." Jean interfered with a knowing look.

To this day, Jean never understood how you managed to have Admirer's while being a Solider. Almost every Civilian, and every young man in the Military—knows who you are.

The pretty solider in the Survey Corps.

Humanity's Strongest Daughter.

The next face of the Scouts.

These nicknames weren't new for you, and you made a name for yourself during the sendoff to reclaim Wall Maria. With the Civilians hooting and hollering, cheering the Scouts on for the first time—You, Sasha, Connie, and Jean couldn't help but shout back.

And you got different...responses from them.

Most of it was blatant flirting. Calls that confessed their love and admiration to you, even though you stood 50 metres higher then them. Not being able to see their faces that well, Jean described this as; their last chance to confess.

It wasn't a lie. And even though you were supposed to feel saddened at the fact—knowing this could be your last day, it was still humoring. Because it could also be your last happy moment.

One young man ran back, catching quite some peoples attention—including lots of the other Scouts.

And with the loudest cry he could muster, he shouted the words with no shame.

" I LOVE YOU SOLIDER Y/N!"

Oh hell no.

Levi's face dropped as Erwin and Hange stared down in amusement at the young man.

Then more shouts came. The voices of various men outnumbering the womens shouts.

" MARRY ME WHEN YOU COME BACK!"

" HAVE MY BABIES PLEASE!"

" YOUR SO GORGEOUS!”

" BE LIKE YOUR FATHER! FOLLOW HIS LEAD!"

" GO OUT THERE AND KICK ASS!"

" TAKE BACK OUT HOMELAND!"

" WE LOVE YOU!"

" IM EXPECTING YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE SOON!"

Connie and Sasha's jaws were divorced from their mouths.

You were so stunned. Yes you loved attention, but that had to be one of your most embarrassing moments. In front of your dad too!! You could recall the look Levi was giving you—almost daring you to respond to the hooligans below you.

" It's cute though!" Sasha chirped with a fresh apple in her mouth. " They give you letters, good lucks, love letters—and oh! They give you chocolates too!"

Connie looked at you with a stupid grin on his face—bound to say something stupid.

" Huh, it must be nice to be so pretty that everyone in Paradis loves you."

" Oh shut up," You mumbled, suppressing a smile.

" You mean everyone wants to sleep with her."

" Jean!" You gasped, jabbing him hard in the ribs.

Sasha and Connie burst into a fit of laughter as Jean slyly rubbed his stomach.

You bit your lip as you watched your friends laugh their asses off at Jeans petty joke. Fixing one last glare on him, you looked to Sasha and Connie.

" I wore this hoodie for a reason, and it was not to get noticed." You gritted with you head lowered.

The laughter died out slowly, Sasha and Connie regaining their balance as they rubbed their stomachs from their laughter.

" Sina have mercy, Jean you almost killed me." Connie sighed, his mouth forming into a grin again.

Sasha's chewing was all that was heard for a moment as you guys walked the way to get Sweet Chewy Pastry's. It was a comfortable silence amongst you and your friends as you walked through the markets. Not too many people around to refer to this as busy, but enough to say that one stand was running 1 customer at the least. Sweet Chewy's and Pastry's in general are always expensive. Sweets just weren't something that everyone in Paradis could afford—but something everyone should try.

Ever since the 57th Expedition, the four of you made it a tradition to get sweets at least two times a year. It was originally supposed to be one, but because of the bet you and Sasha made, she ended up winning. Deeming it two times a year. Not that you cared much, you would ask your dad for some extra money when the time came around. Levi never spent money on himself, and he had a shit load of money from when, and since he joined the Scouts.

Yeah sure, being a Scout was a death wish, but the money Scouts made yearly, depending on Expeditions too—was a lot. A lot, a lot.

And ever since the controversial re-take of Wall Maria, you guys pay-checks were always looking beautiful. So this tradition that you guys agreed to do 2 times every year, was a sweet way to reward your friendship.

It was a nice way to escape the constant blood and death that you guys always saw.

For once you weren't hearing about Erens Titan—the depressing ability, or the new hot topic in the Military; the Enemy's beyond the Island. You guys finally got to be teenagers, even if it was just for three hours.

It was a tradition you all agreed to keep going. Whether you were there to experience the days yourself's. Because as a solider, a Scout Member especially—death always seemed to be lurking around you guys. Just at the corner.

Heroes of Shinganshina my ass.

" Sasha," Connie called out, breaking the comfortable silence.

" When did you get another apple?" Connie asked dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on Sasha.

Sasha blinked, " Huh? I've been having this apple..."

Connie's eyes narrowed knowingly, almost scoffing at the lie. " No you haven't. If you did it wouldn't be here anymore."

You and Jean almost snorted at Connie's comeback to Sasha. Covering your mouth, Sasha looked at you with a pout on her face.

" Y/N!! What happened to Girl Power!??" She whines as Jean and Connie laughed.

You smirked knowingly at Sasha, pecking her cheek with a glint in your eyes. " Now you know I love you,"

" —But if thats really your third apple, you better save your money because your paying for these pastry's too!"

Sasha whined in defeat, her shoulders hunched as she sadly chewed her third apple.

Jean pointed out to a nicely decorated stand that was not too far ahead.

" There's the pastry stand some Military Police were talking about."

Connie's eyes lit up as he dug for his wallet in his pockets. " About time," he mumbled.

" Can't believe we once wanted to be Military Police." You frowned, your lips tugging downwards.

The basket in your hand that filled with letters, was truly becoming a bother to you as you tried to get some of your money out.

Noticing this, Jean grabbed the basket.

You're an Ackerman, you probably don't need help—nor did you find the basket heavy. But it's what brother and sister do.

" Thanks," you mumbled to express your gratitude, hearing a small reply back from Jean.

It was a typical action of his, and a normal response of yours.

"Yeah I agree. I find it pretty embarrassing that I used to get defensive for the Military Police. I thought they were high of honour," Jean admitted. Remembering his young self in Cadet Training.

" We've all been there," Sasha waved off.

" Alright! Get your money out bitches!" Connie said lowly but with proper enthusiasm.

You looked at him pointedly. " If you're trying to mimic me, that is not how I sound."

" But it's how you speak." Jean eyed you.

" No—"

" Yes.

" Yes."

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Some months later~

It was you and Jaeger left to practice with the rifles, and oh was this taking time. At first, Levi believed he could get through everyone with this new training required for Scouts—but it took longer then he thought. From sun rise to sun down, everyone got to experience how to use a rifle. He wanted to watch you of course—give you personal tips. You're his daughter, and the reason is self explanatory. But everyone was rusty, and it took long. Food was almost done being made for dinner, and you still have yet to practise with the gun. Levi patted your shoulder, signalling Floch to follow behind him now that he was done. As much as you wanted his personal tips like the rest, you could tell your dad was worn out and tired.

So you nodded with no protest.

That pat was a sorry, and a simple way to say that he'll save you a lot of curry. It was one of your favourite foods now anyways.

Straightening your shoulders, you walked passed a focused Eren and grabbed a free rifle. Your low and quiet footsteps made sure to not distract Eren, or direct his attention elsewhere. So you tried your best to step back quietly when you got your hand secured on the rifle.

The proper way to hold a Rifle was the first lesson of today. Nothing too complicated for you.

Your eyes drifted to the target that Eren was currently trying to hit. The urge to release your 100th sigh of today was strong. The rifles released loud sounds when the bullet soared—a sound loud enough to distract you guys during practise. No one was used to Rifles, or the use of guns in general. It was mostly swords in the Scout Regiment, and that's what you've become comfortable with.

" It will take long if you wait for me."

Perking up, you slowly placed your tired gaze on Eren. His voice over the years has gotten deeper, more devoid of that Eren attitude he used to have. Hair hair has grown too—enough to make a difference on his appearance.

You straightened yourself with a dramatic sigh.

" No. I can wait"

Eren raised a brow as he readied for his second shot. " Really? You look like your about to fall asleep."

" I'm not tried." You denied, shifting your weight.

Eren made a sound that sounded like a scoff of disbelief—the pop from his shot gun hitting near the shoulder.

" I'll never understand why you overwork yourself."

Your eyes narrowed at the back of his head.

" I don't overwork myself." You spoke more firmly than lazily.

Eren's shoulders seemed to hunch for a moment, his lips tugging in a frown as he turned his head to look at you.

" It's not exactly a bad thing," He mumbled.

" I'm just saying—you like to carry the whole team. For what reason? I don't know."

You felt yourself gulping hardly at his words. Your tongue tying up as you struggled to come up with a response. His words had some truth in them, just some. You liked to be a reliable soldier. A reliable comrade—and Eren had grown to find this amusing. Not only were you always on the front lines, but everyone expected greatness from you. If they wanted a task completed, no one asked you—they always told you to do it. People treated you with a different type of honour in the Military. Believing that you could get everything done because you've proven yourself to be of high class. You had no flaws when it came to being on the battle field.

You turned into a different person when faced with a threat, and because of this—Higher Ups treated you like less of a teenager.

But you were Erens age. Stronger then everyone, but you were his age mate. Someone he met when he was 12, yet you stand so above everyone.

" I have high expectations on me Jaeger," Your voice came out with more emotion than you expected.

" I can tell. I once did too." Eren straightened up from his crouching position. " You can go, you'll be standing here forever if you wait."

You blinked for a moment before nodding slightly.

" Thank you." You mumbled, adjusting your grip on the rifle.

" No problem."

The air was loose as Erens shot rippled with force. This time, the shot missed the heart by more then before—making the boy curse under his breath. You inhaled deeply, traveling the air around your body evenly to calm your tense nerves. Opening your eyes slowly, you settled your steely like blue hues on the heart of the board. Every ounce of stress and tiredness was removed from your body and you felt a drug like high. It was the feeling you got when you were on the battle field; during the retake of Wall Maria, moments before you were pierced with a wooden plank. It was your calmness that made you noticeable on the Battle Field. A loose yet tight air that made people more aware of their surroundings. One that made people fight to keep breathing. Eren could feel the high of the air coming from you. His attention was placed on you immediately.

Eren resisted the urge to make any sudden noises, watching as you narrowed your eyes.

POP!

Your shot had to be the only one on the Cut Out that landed in the middle of the bullseye.

Eren huffed as a small smile graced your face. Making you appear even more beautiful. Despite you being tired, you still looked amazing.

" That's right bitch." You grinned accomplished.

" I'm not in the least surprised." Eren mumbled loud enough for you to hear.

You pushed your hair out of your face, glancing at Eren with a certain look. “ Of course, it’s expected.”

Eren eyed you. " Oh, I'm sorry," you began.

" I meant to say; thank you, Lord Eren."

Eren shook his head, a smile coming onto his face quickly—spreading before he could control it.

" Hmmm! Our almighty Eren Jaeger! Our savior of Paradis, or as some would say—the God of all Devils! I thank you so much for acknowledging my well known power! May you continue to shower me in your praise in the name of Sina!"

Eren's laughs seemed rare now a day. And if he did laugh, it was mostly a chuckle around you guys. But here he was, having a laughing fit at the accuracy of your words. It was quite funny that he heard those words far too often ever since the re-take of Wall Maria. The nicknames people gave him varied, just like you.

Eren wasn't sure why he was laughing. Maybe it was because of the accuracy of everything you said—yet managed to make funny. Or it could be that it was simply coming from you.

Humanity's Strongest Solider's Daughter, The Beauty of the Military, the Angel of Death on the battle field, or you. Just Y/N.

" Oh shut up," Eren finally said.

You looked at him slyly, a gleam in your eyes as you smirked. " That's Flush for you."

Eren let out a displeased sound. Once again, the realness in your words was present. Very present. Floch Floster has begun to show some sort of weird infatuation with Eren since a couple months ago. Even going as far as getting mad at you for telling Eren and Armin—mostly Eren, to stop talking while Levi explained how the schedule would look from now on.

Floch got so defensive from your words that weren't even directed to him—that he ended up drawing more eyes and ears in the section. Armin tried to deflect the situation to the best of his ability, but Floch would not shut up. You honestly believe that he took this opportunity to get whatever he had to say about you off his chest.

" Just because you have pretty privilege doesn't mean you can get away with everything!" -Floch Forster.

—Or whatever his last name is.

He only earned himself laps around the battle ground by Levi himself. Levi claimed it was because of disruption and lack of respect, but everyone really knew why Floch got a punishment. You simply cant publicly disrespect Y/N Ackerman, and not end up getting something from her father.

It wasn't special treatment, because that was the last thing you got in the Military.

As quick as your smile was there, it was gone. Your eyes settled back on the target with a focused aura.

Eren's rare smile faded as well.

" Are you done?" You asked Eren as you readied for another shot.

Eren shook his head slowly, eyes averting back to the target. " No...maybe a little more."

You nodded your head, pressing down on the trigger as a shot rang through the air. The bullet hit right beside the bullseye of the heart. Not bad. You told yourself.

" Damn Jean for not waking me up." You cursed your three friends—who found it quite funny when you were awoken with cold water by your own father. —

" I don't ever want to be last again."

Eren nodded his head as he fired his own shot—landing beside the bullseye of the heart.

" Yeah...everyone's probably starting dinner right now."

"Please, you did it to yourself." You dejected immediately.

" I don't know why you left your spot. You had a cozy and decent placing behind Armin, and in between Mikasa."

Eren didn't respond. He didn't know why exactly he went to the back behind all the soldiers. Everyone knew today was not a day to wake up late, and the Captain made it painfully obvious with his own daughter. Levi was cruel to use specially freezed water just to wake you up. No one wanted that to happen to them...

But Eren wasn't sure why he even moved to the back of the line. Maybe it was because his head was swirling with thoughts—so much that he didn't feel his was ready to shoot so soon.

To be honest, he was surprised Mikasa and Armin didn't follow him to the back of the line. Not that he wanted them to, because if they shifted out of their spots in the slightest—they would loose their place. And no one wanted to be last.

" I guess I had a lot on my mind as well. Didn't want to shoot so soon." Eren shot again, this time, he hit the centre chest of the target.

You didn't really know how to respond to Eren's words. Was this the new technique of guilt tripping people that Jean was talking about? You weren't sure. So all you did was nod your head slowly. Drawing out a " right" in the process.

" Eren!" A soft voice called. Oop, that was Armin. " Captain Levi said you guys should come in now!"

Eren shook his head before you could ditch your rifle. " No. We're not done yet."

Your eyes widened when Eren remained crouched, glancing at you to do the same. What exactly were you guys not done?!

Jaeger was too confusing for your liking these days. If this was the weird behavior Jean was talking about—you could for sure agree with him now.

Armin hesitated for a moment. " It's Captains orders! If you're not coming, he wants Y/N inside!"

Eren remained quiet, and you took Armin's words as your much wanted ticket to dinner.

Hanging the rifle in its designated place, you turned to face Eren—who was already staring at you.

" See ya later Jaeger." You waved lazily, pushing your hair back as walked to the door.

Armin held the door open for you with a small smile on his face.

He's always been such a good boy—I mean nice boy. " Sasha saved you a seat a the table near Captain!"

Grinning lazily, you smiled in appreciation.

" Thanks Armin, but you should go get your friend." You said, nodding your head towards Eren.

" Right!"

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You believed that would be your last conversation with Jaeger, as you didn't talk to other Soldiers often. Keeping your group to only the 104th—which was mostly Connie, Jean, and Sasha. Most of the time when you communicated with other Soldiers, it was because of duty. Maybe because you were teaching them some techniques since you had some authority. Maybe enough to be considered a Squad Leader, but never less—you weren't exactly superior. Just a Veteran. Just like your other friends. Most of the soldiers are fresh recruits, who either believe they can par with you; as they constantly ask to spar. Why? You believed they were trying to prove a point. If that wasn't the case they asked you questions like a civilian in the walls. Or some times brining up what they ranked when they graduated.

But to be factual, it was because people wanted the attention that they were in the Scouts. Especially now that the death rate was calmer.

It didn't take a while for all of your friends to learn that ranks didn't matter. Everyone reacts differently on the battle field, everyone's fights differently on the battle field. And even though the rankings can determine the strength of each or one soldier, their was still sameness on the Battle field. Especially as a Scout. Everyone was in equal danger whether it came to Titan territory or not. But the Scouts have evolved somehow.

Titans aren't the only thing we have to fight.

Now our fight is within humanity.

Being gifted with a blade isn't all that important anymore. How quick can you take down a human? Could you divide your attention with Titans and Humans on the same field? At the same time? That was the worry now. Therefore, it was important that Soldier's excelled in all areas to be a Scout.

" Thunder spears can be thrown in different ways. Each weigh about 6 pounds." You voice vibrated to the group of Fresh Recruits.

" It can depend on how much your arms can carry, and how fast you originally are on ODM Gear. But the Military Police Engineers—the people that tweak and work at our broken gear and what we use to fight, have provided a newer and updated version. It's up to you to see if you can adapt." Jean grabbed a mock thunder spear, juggling it in his hand.

But this time, the spear was 3 pounds.

" How many of you believe that you can carry 24 pounds while maneuvering? If you do, step forward." Jean and you watched as most of the rookies stepped forward. Complete confidence on their faces.

1 mock thunder spear was 3 pounds, 3 x 4 is 12. These recruits will carry 4, 3 pound thunder spears, and you guys would see where they really are at.

You and Jean shared a knowing look with one another—resisting the urge to smirk at their oblivion. It was time to humble these Recruits, and you guys needed to do it fast. The training began with you and Jean correcting this group of Rookies. Whether it was their horrible posture, their aim with throwing a thunder spear, or the fact that 12 pounds was actually heavier then they thought. Fighting with a bunch of weight on your back wasn't easy, and it was the fact that these Rookies believed that their rankings in Graduation would be much help for them now. Using a thunder spear has become the bare minimum for a Scout now. There was no room to miss when throwing the spear. That could easily ruin, and endanger all your comrades. As veterans, you and Jean both knew that blaming yourself for a comrades death was another type of pain. Even though you both experienced it, it wasn't something you wanted these recruits to know yet. That type of pain wasn't funny. This wasn't the trauma Olympics. The recruits were decent when they carried 12 pounds of " thunder spears". They were slower with the weight on from when they didn't have any weight. But that was expected. You and Jean couldn't wait to break the news that ; they were only carrying a realistic amount of 2 thunder spears.

They were obviously struggling, and can barely do hand to hand combat with 12 pounds on them.

" Okay take a break!" You called out. Cringing as 6 Rookies laid below you.

When Jean had asked these 6 cocky bastards—who were doing fairly well with the weight; if they wanted to spar with you, or believed they could par with your strength. These 6 dummies stepped up confidently.

And you washed them in 10 seconds.

A kick to one of their temples, a super kick another ones stomach, a one inch punch to another guys chest, and a special kick combo to the remaining.

That was the bare minimum.

" Yeah," Jean agreed with you. " Take a water break. Like........now."

The Rookies scrambled after his words. Eyes peeling away from their comrades who they thought were strong. A couple Soldier's coming to collect the knocked out bodies of the 6 dudes.

You and Jean let out sounds of mental exhaustion, joining together side by side to walk back to the table. Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, and Connie stood surrounding the table. All of them observing the crowd of new recruits that were on break.

Your footsteps were large as you plopped down on the bench ungraciously. Jean following your actions but on the other side of the wooden table.

" HA!" Connie laughed obnoxiously. " You handed their asses to them Y/N!"

Sasha nodded her head with a grin, a apple in her mouth. " Right! I wonder who pumped their ego to make them believe they could win."

Armin sweat dropped, " We all thought something a like too that after graduation...."

"No." Mikasa shook her head. " Challenging a Veteran is something we've never done."

Eren handed you a cup of cold water.

" Well you sure did teach them something,"

—He nodded his head to the 6 exhausted Rookies who looked lost and confused.

You chugged down the water, the coldness burning your throat as you relaxed back on your elbows.

" Yeah," you mumbled. " But I'm not trying to embarrass them. Jean and I just want to get rid of their cockiness right now."

Jean huffed, " They already embarrassed themselves." He sipped his water.

" Yeah that's true. The moment we found out they were carrying only 12 pounds, we already felt embarrassed for them." Connie giggled wickedly.

" They were only carrying 3 thunder spears..." Sasha trailed off.

" No four." Connie blinked.

" Huh?" Sasha asked dumbfounded. " They were carrying 3, 6 pound Thunder Spears...."

Connie shook his head. " No. Nows not the time to be stupid Sasha. They were carrying four? Three. Three thunder spears—right?" Connie turned his head to look at you.

With a big huff, you resisted the urge to deck both Sasha and Connie. " They were carrying 4, three pound thunder spears. 3 x 4 is 12. One mock thunder spear equals three pounds. They carried four thunder spears. Therefore, they had a total of 12 pounds of weight. Simple mathematics."

Armin blinked, " But I thought you said—"

But he was cut off by Jean, Connie, and Sasha.

Mikasa quietly dismissed herself, claiming she was going to go get a drink. The table was now loud as they fought over whether you were wrong, or if Connie and Sasha were just Idiots.

" Can I talk to you later?" Eren snapped you out of your meditation.

You peaked over at him, blinking at his question. " Yeah.... sure,"

Eren gave you a half smile through the commotion, " Meet me in my room at 10 pm."

And that was how it started. Because from then on, after you met up with Jaeger—one thing kept turning into another.

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" Fuck! Keep going." Eren latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking it like a baby to keep himself quiet. Your hands roamed Erens naked body. His muscular back and his chest that protected the heart that secretly belonged to you. The feeling of your hands touching him in such a foreign way, always made Eren feel like crying. The way your hips smacked down onto his pelvis was driving you both crazy.

The wild feeling in your stomach as Eren poked deeper then he was supposed to.

" Argh—fuck....that'a girl." You leaned yourself back, mouth agape and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Eren followed you back, refusing to let your nipple go as he roughly gripped your hips. Grinding you slowly onto his dick, you can feel his mushroom shaped head rubbing against your g-spot, making your body grow weak. Eren watched you with eyes filled with lust and adoration. Adoration that was different from how he looked at you on the battle field.

This was sexual. The tension, the way he moved his hips into you. Your walls desperately clamping onto him. Your hands tied together at the back of his neck, everything around you feeling dizzy as he pressed down on your stomach.

" Eren," you moaned, feeling him harden inside you.

Your interlocked hands found way to his hair, pulling and yanking on his short brown locks.

" Your so fucking big,"

Eren desperately resisted the urge to start pounding into you the moment you started clawing at his back. Hands roaming his back as you moved forward and backward on his cock.

" Fuck me," you whispered into his hear. " Fuck me like you hate me."

Eren's eyes widened at the dirty words that fell from your lips. " Fuck, you only sin for me huh? My sweet Angel? You love when I take you at night right?"

Eren's grip on your ass became harsh as he forced his hips deeper. Connecting with you forcefully as he bit on your nipple. Soft moans escaped from your lips, only low because you restricted the sound of your voice. Never in your life have you ever felt so full before—literally and figuratively. Eren gave you this temporary wholesome feeling that was different from Sasha, Connie, and Jean.

Although the feeling was temporary, and went away once you left his bedroom—it was worth something to you.

You weren't sure what this meant to Eren, or what type of pleasure and peace this brought him. But that was the last thing you really worried about. It was you and Eren enjoying each other's warmth in this room. When you step out of his four enclosed walls, you go back to not knowing Eren like that.

As Eren fucked you sensually, with hard and fast thrusts that felt too sweet. You had time to reflect and think about the last few years of your life.

From your early teenage years; confessions, one sided crushes, friends, and jokes.

Then to the battle field; where it was all death, blood, sorrow, and sacrifice—meaningless or not.

This euphoric feeling that you experienced with Eren in the bedroom—was something you desperately needed. Something you didn't know you needed.

" Y/N," Erens voice was softer then usual.

Different from his usual rough and raspy voice—and it made you look down at him with glazed eyes.

" Hm?" You half moaned as his pelvis rubbed against your clit.

Fuck. It was that look that got Eren hooked in the first place. What was the chances of Eren ever seeing you so vulnerable if it wasn't during times like this? He never realized how much attention he actually wanted from you until he got it. Until he saw that their was one person who never gave him too much attention.

He misjudged your character during the only time where you guys were close together in some way. During training.

Eren was so eager to become a Scout, that he dismissed any signs of love and romantic relationships.

Eren believed that he could always face front, where he would come to see a blue sea in sight. That he would move forward until he saw freedom. Something he's yearned for since his child years. But you were always in front.

Shining brighter then any other sight that he could've saw.

And that was the thing about you, Y/N Ackerman. You lit a fire in a room when all that was needed was a light.

Eren took his analysis about you as analyzing his fellow Comrades. Something a lot of soldiers did on the battle field. You were amazing both on and off the battlefield.

Whether you were in the clutches of death, or far from it. And Eren himself noticed this feeling when he saw that you were impaled by wooden debris during the re-take of Wall Maria. The way you took down all of those Titans to help your comrades make a clearing, while having wooden pieces inside of your stomach. That was no ordinary analysis.

The feeling Eren felt when he saw you randomly collapse, blood pouring from below you—was not the feeling of a worried Comrade.

But it was a matter of why he never said anything.

But who was he to think that he would ever have a chance with you?! Someone who stood higher then everyone else no matter the situation.

As you drew blood from Eren's back, the room began to steam—his muscular stomach clenching at the sexual sight of you. Riding yourself against him with soft moans that were low for a reason—and random words spilling from your pretty lips.

You were the most beautiful thing Eren has ever seen.

And Eren knew he wasn't exaggerating, as he wasn't the first guy or girl to say or think such.

The love letters you got every time you made a appearance in something as small as a market, was enough. Your face was memorable, you as a woman are unforgettable.

" Y/N," Eren moaned, pressing his lips against yours.

The softness of Erens lips was there, but there was that eagerness that overpowered the feeling of the kiss.

Eren's cock dragged against your wet clit, forcing you to pull away. Your mouth agape in pure bliss, soft whimpers coming from you as his regeneration steam tickled your skin.

" Eren...What?" Your eyes blinked as Eren pushed you closer to himself. Basking in your warmth all for himself.

If he didn't say it now, when would he say it?

The three words that he finally understands when it comes to you.

" I love you Y/N," He gasped.

The words hurt,

" —So fucking much."

You felt yourself blinking, as the coil in your stomach became tighter. Staring down at Eren who picked up the pace, bouncing you harder onto his lap. A ferocious pace that made his dick slam into the depths of your pussy.

The words hurt, they hurt so bad because he knew he wasn't gonna hear it back. Why Eren allowed himself to say it? He didn't know.

You had stated that there was to be No Strings Attached in the very beginning.

And Eren had agreed with no hesitation. So why now, in only two months in—is he finally realizing that he loves you?

" Shut up," You softly mumbled. Too sexually entranced to take in Eren's words.

Eren couldn't help but stare into your eyes as you grabbed his face—framing his face with both of your hands. Steam swirling around the room. The sound of your skins clapping, and the intense eye contact between you and Eren—was all there was to focus on.

" Just shut up Jaeger," you said again as the coil finally snapped. Yet the eye contact didn't falter.

Whit coated his cock, your liquids spilling onto your lap as he looked down at your connected sexes. Wet and warm, your liquids on his thigh with steam all over the room.

As you rode gently on Eren's cock , he trembled at his lack of release. Turquoise clashed with steely blue ish grey as you stared into his eyes. His eyes begged you for so much things.

Staring right into your own, and you could only hope that Eren wasn't waiting for a response. Yet, who were you to deny what was supposed to be temporary pleasure?

" Cum."

And Eren was cumming all over your stomach.

No words needed to be shared as he rested on top of you. Both of your releases mixing together as warmth spread through the both of you.

Despite you still being near him, Eren felt a big gap between you and him. Just the sound of you guys breathing as your bodies calmed down. This was it.

This was what Eren agreed to.

There was no String to be Attached.

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