BY YOUR SIDE - Eren x Mikasa (one-shot story)BY YOUR SIDE - Eren x Mikasa (one-shot story) by galateabellator
BY YOUR SIDE – Eren x Mikasa
Valentine’s Day/White’s Day theme – contest entry, one-shot story
The light shone on my face, and I knew it was time to get up. I stretched my arms and suppressed a yawn. I didn’t feel like getting up today, but I knew that I had to. Soldiers didn’t have a privilege to sleep in like other humans could.
So, I rose in my bed, removing the locks of my messy hair from my face. I was wondering whether I should cut it shorter, since it was growing out so fast. Eren will probably scold me again for it.
When I got up, I quickly finished morning rituals. I washed my teeth, my face, I did all the morning exercises, then took a combat-shower. After that, I put my uniform, which took some time because of the straps… but again, I did it faster than anyone else from the unit.
Somehow, I would always end up being first. I showed up for the breakfast, taking a seat in front of a long, wooden table.
The Wings of Freedom (ErenxMikasa)The Wings of Freedom (ErenxMikasa) by sheligirl
The raven hair girl stared blankly at the dewy morning grass, taking in a shaky breath. Every living thing around her was covered in dark, sticky blood. The grass she sat on was bright but wilting, soaking in the cruel spills of blood. Mikasa couldn’t feel her arms, they were so stiff and freezing. She peered at the red scarf in her hands, the first and last present her brother gave her. Inside, she felt numb, trying to take in what had happened. Her heart felt ripped in half, she couldn’t breathe. Her brother had wrapped her scarf around her, giving her a look that she knew meant he wasn’t coming back after he shifted into a Titan. Her inference was right, Eren was dead.
He was laying right in front of her, eyes wide open, as if he was searching the sky for something. Mikasa began shaking, lifting his body carefully onto her lap. She wrapped her ragged bloody scarf around his neck, trying to cover up the wounds as if it would make him come back to life. Tears began t
Like the Stars (dead) | JearminThe writing on the pale inside of his wrist has turned stagnant, the horizontal line that indicates null thin and dark and mocking, almost, but he does not think he should care anymore. Maybe it had stopped during another lock down, a riot of some sort, a shooting -- but it doesn't matter. Armin has lived twenty-two years without a soul mate, he is sure he can live decades more, and besides, he has other people that care for him, albeit not in a romantic way. But still.Like the Stars (dead) | Jearmin by PurpleAsteroid
And with work occupying his mind over half the time he is awake (sometimes it finds its way into his dreams, too, but nobody has to know because "you should take a break" doesn't help at all) yes, he is sure he doesn't have time for that.
He is sure.
"So I heard they assigned you to another one," Moblit begins lightly over the rim of his glass mug. The steady hum of machinery is almost relaxing, and if the lights didn't glare so much, they would be basking in the environment free of Hanji's noise.
Seven Goodbyes (and one hello) | JearminThe first time Jean shows him his art is the last.Seven Goodbyes (and one hello) | Jearmin by PurpleAsteroid
It’s a sketch of him, a portrait of his face down to below his chest, smudged around the edges and creased down the middle and it’s enough to tell him that Jean is a good artist, because he wants to think so and Jean is so passionate about it and when one is passionate about something — doesn’t it always turn out beautiful?
The dock is creaking underneath his feet and in the late afternoon, the sun becomes the color of Jean’s eyes — rich and gold like a bottle of honey in the light. He’s breathless, wishes he smells Jean more than he smells the salty sea, but maybe that doesn’t matter when his whole world is Jean’s arms and he can have this short infinity for a few precious moments.
In all the days they have spent together, Armin finds that this is the most crushing, most breathtaking moment he has ever had, so far, and he clings to the other’s sleeves as if they were on the s
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