SPOILER ALERT: This story takes place after the manga in a "What If" scenario post-rumbling.
As the World Leader of New Paradis, you are now face-to-face with Eren Jaeger in prison. What will you do?
⚠WARNINGS⚠
•Strong language
•Strong sexual refe...
Inside the bathroom of the penitentiary, I made a quick pit stop to check myself out in the mirror. My (h/c) hair was on point. My (f/c) dress looked great, no wrinkles. My makeup was still good. But... maybe a little bit of lip gloss wouldn't hurt.
As I applied my gloss, my mind wandered at the man I was about to meet. He was New Paradis' world famous criminal, Eren Jaeger.
For your information, Paradis was no longer just an island secluded from the rest of the world where the Eldians lived. Paradis was the world. After the Rumbling, the rest of the world had been pretty much annihilated. And so, the survivors of Paradis moved overseas and expanded into what used to be Marley. Marley and every country that used to surround it was now just... New Paradis.
And I was it's World Leader.
I sighed as I stared at my lip gloss. I was a fucking World Leader and I was stressing about how I looked. I shrugged my shoulders. I guess some thing's just never change in a person.
I grabbed my purse with my car keys and walked into the hallway of the prison. I walked until the far end, where Eren Jaeger was locked up.
As I approached his room, he groaned as he glared at his reflection in the mirror, his chest bare and his shirt draped over the edge of the sink. His dark hair slicked back, much longer than he had once wore it, and still in a bun.
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"Get the hell out of here," he mumbled to himself, grabbing one side of his head. "I told you to leave."
I scoffed. "This is the first time we're meeting, Eren. I'm-"
"Get the fuck out of here!" he roared at the mirror.
Taken aback, I cleared my throat. I would not be treated this way. "Why do you want me to leave?"
"Because you're just a figment of my fucking imagination just like the rest." He then added quietly, "Only prettier."
What the fuck?
"I'm not just some hallucination."
Eren gritted his teeth. It was apparent that he was not used to any visitors. He had been in prison for almost 13 years since the Rumbling. I wondered if anyone had ever come to see him. His friends Armin and Mikasa had moved on with their own lives already and they were not allowed to come.
Suddenly, I slapped my face across the cheek without warning. "Ow!"
Eren broke eye contact from himself in the mirror and now faced me. "That was rather... excessive. What was that about?"
"Hmph... I think I just proved to you that I'm real," I said smirking, massaging my face.
Eren rolled his eyes. "No, you just proved you feel pain."
"And pain is what makes you... real. Hallucinations don't feel pain."
Eren stared at me with suspicion. He finally took a moment to take in my entire appearance with his gorgeous, intense green eyes. I felt slightly awkward, wondering if he was silently judging me.
