"We have plenty of time."
A boy, age ten, rested in the shadow of a broad tree. His deep viridian eyes following the threads of light sifting through the green canopy.
He inhaled the summer air, the coolness resting in his lungs. Then exhaled the heat, the agitation from performing such mundane chores leaving him.
The wind picked up, the leaves shifting above him, the branches scratching against each other as a few birds chirped, fluttering away.
A close of his eyes, another breath in, and he was at peace. The need to fight dissipated in his muscles as he let himself relax for this fleeting moment. Let himself relish the momentary harmony atop this lonesome hill far from the city.
"We shouldn't keep your mother waiting," a voice from above him called out, the sound so soft, so serene, he could slip into the clouds then and there.
He blinked his eyes open, the bright green meeting her onyx irises, her obsidian tresses, her soft smile that she always kept when she saw him.
"Eren," she murmured like his name was a lullaby, "we should finish getting the wood."
He frowned, his brows pinched at the peace being broken from such an annoying reminder.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting up." He muttered, blinking from the surprise of seeing his pile of thin brittle twigs all tied up in a neat pile.
Watching the girl his age pick up her's, he followed suit, a small smile hidden from her view.
The red scarf looked good on her, especially when dancing in the wind with her curtain of black hair.
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Enlisting in the ranks was a dream come true.
Finally, he could make himself useful, make himself feel worthwhile.
Because now his city's annihilation wouldn't be in vain. It wouldn't be just a mindless slaughter from those beasts.
Those titans.
He was here to fight, and yet... he couldn't figure out this stupid harness which was supposed to be as easy walking.
He'll figure it out in time. He knew he would. He had to.
Because it was one step closer to the fight. One step closer to freedom.
He hated being herded like cattle that day, being squashed like the bugs they were for those giants.
No, he would find a way to fight back. A way to escape the walls they were kept in.
He would do it, and he would be one of the best ones to do it.
So he knew. Knew he could crack the supposedly simple harness for balancing his weight. He'd figure it out.
He chugged the water down his throat, eating the stale, warm bread as people started to huddle around him.
All of them, flocking like birds near a pile of seeds, all wanting to know how it went down back home. How his family, his friends, his everything was devoured and stomped on.
It's okay, he could use his experience to influence others. To inspire others.
And then there was the horse-faced boy, just a few inches above his own height.
They squabbled, shouted, argued, even threw a few fists.
But she saved him again, using the potato girl as an escape.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eren Jeager x Mikasa Ackerman
Fanfiction"We have plenty of time." A phrase he held onto his whole life when it came to his epic love. Held on to until he realized how he had anything but plenty of time. Alternatively, a oneshot which recaps their love story from Eren's POV and some closu...
