Attack on Titan: Warriors of Paradis

Training in the Frost

Winter training

Philip POV

A few more months had passed and December had come. The Cadets were in the north where it was snowing heavily. Currently it was the final test of the year before Christmas break begins. Most of the cadets had finished their test, the only cadets left out there was Ymir, Christia, and useless Daz. It had been quite a few hours and they are still out there.

Philip: Daz is probably dead, Christia is probably trying to help him, and Ymir is probably doing what I would do and leave his useless ass.

Liam: Hey Philip, you want some hot chocolate? It's my nana's recipe.

Philip: No.

Sasha: Please, at least give it a sip.

The reason as to why Philip refused was because the recipe included bourbon and melted chocolates. Philip did not like anybody here in the slightest, but he hated it even more when people die like dogs.

Philip: I'm heading out there.

Everyone: What?

Philip: The idiots are probably gonna die out there before dawn. I'm gonna get them.

With that Philip dressed up and left. He brought a first aid kit and an extra scarf. He walked through the snow and after some time he saw Ymir carrying Daz.

Ymir: Fancy seeing you here.

Philip: Same to you.

Ymir: What are you doing out here?

Philip: Better question, what do you gain by helping useless over there? I know you don't do anything that doesn't benefit you or the false angel.

Ymir:...Fair point, I'm gonna take Daz back to camp, you gonna help?

Philip: No, I'm getting Christia.

Philip left without another word, Ymir was confused. Why would Philip hall anyone, even when he gained something from it.

Time skip: Brought to you by Liam, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Eren, Clarke, Gelgar, and Isabel drunk dancing the Can Can

Philip had been hiking for a couple of hours and found Christia knocked out by a tree with bad head injury.

Philip: Hey, you alive?

Christia was breathing but her head wound had blood. So the blue eyed boy quickly patched her up and began to piggyback the much smaller girl back to camp, he ran with the ice cold wind flowing in his hair. Philip didn't know but Christia had woken up when he began to piggyback her.

Cristia's thoughts: I'm probably still dreaming, but I don't want to wake up, Philip is carrying me. His coat may be very thick (thicker than Annie) but I can still feel his muscles.

Christia only took deep breaths, inhaling Philip's natural vanilla and lavender scent. She only feel deeper in love with the blonde boy. She knew he didn't feel the same but she could dream.

Time Skip: Brought to you by Philip carrying Christia while she has hearts in her eyes

Philip has gotten back to the camp to find everyone drunk, asleep, or both. The golden haired boy only scoffed and carried Christia to her room. On his way there he finds Ilse and Sven missing, he assumes they are in their room so he just continues on.

Philip wraps Christia up in blankets and fully checked her for any injuries, she had a few bruises on her back and arms as well as a few cuts but nothing serious. He cleaned her wounds and ensured she wasn't hurt.

Christia: Huh, where am I?

Philip: You're in your room.

Philip's response surprised Christia, of all people who would help her, Philip was at the bottom of that list. Philip gave Christia some warm milk and made sure she drank it. While she was drinking her milk, Philip took a warm damp rag and rubbed her head arms and back with said rag to clean her. Philip's actions made Christia's heart race at the speed of sound. Christia finished her milk and Philip used his thumb to wipe away the milk mustache she got. Christia was flustered at Philip's actions, his eyes that are usually so full with coldness harsher than a blizzard, was replaced with that of genuine concern.