Great Descendant || Attack on Titan x Reader

60 || Heaven Ain't Far

Light poured in between the curtains, making you wince each time but you didn't budge. You felt so tired. Your whole body was numb and you wanted nothing except to sleep. Although, your nose twitched when you smell a hint of chamomile tea, a smile immediately plastered on your face when you realised what it meant.

"Sweetheart?"

"Mhm," The nickname always made you feel giddy. It didn't matter how many years passed, Armin just had this hold on you. "Did you brew me a cup?"

"Always."

His chuckle resonated in your ear, and he pulled your head to his thigh when he saw your neck slightly crooked with how small the reading nook was. You hadn't opened your eyes, snuggling deeper into his lap instead as his fingers carded through your hair.

This was perfect. To be awakened by your dearest lover every single day, scolded whenever you fell asleep here because it would strain your muscles, cooking together for lunch and dinner. You thought you would never be able to have this kind of privilege, not when you had been fighting all your life.

"Armin...?"

"Yes?"

Fighting. Weren't you supposed to fight someone?

You sat up straight, blinking as you tried to take everything in. He was here right in front of you. Your Armin, cocking his head to the side as he looked at you as if you just hit your head. "What's the matter? Do you want your tea now?"

His dreamy voice lured you to nod, but even when he smiled and walked towards the kitchen island to grab your cup, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling in your heart. Maybe it was just your mind trying to work your brain.

This was how everything was supposed to be after all. With you resting your head on his shoulder, slowly sipping on the chamomile tea that he made for you. The atmosphere was light, and this was something that you thought only happened in your dream.

Therefore, you were glad you could have this kind of life. "Jean and Connie said they would visit soon."

"Yeah?" You looked up, looking at your lover as if he hung the stars. "What time? Just the two of them?"

"No, of course." He leaned in to kiss your nose, eliciting a small purr from your throat. What a man. You couldn't help but want another kiss from him. "Marco and Sasha will too."

"What did you say?"

But the bubbly feelings in your heart were gone within an instant at the mention of your other two best friends.

"Marco and Sasha will come over too. The five of you are so inseparable, you know?" You stood up, eyes narrowing as you thought you misheard the names. "Sweetheart?" Something was wrong. You could feel it in every fibre of your being. "Why are you so jittery today? Did you have a nightmare?"

Taking a few steps backwards, you accidentally dropped your tea to the ground. It felt off. Somehow, you had a feeling you shouldn't be able to have this. Marco and Sasha, they passed away. So why would Armin mention their name as if they were all alive? As if you were not there when Marco was eaten by a titan, nor knowing Sasha got shot at the raid of Liberio.

Above all, you and Armin weren't together anymore after that night of revelation. He let you go, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to be a lover that you deserved. Not as long as he lived with Commander Erwin's life on his shoulder.

"I-I don't understand, 'min." A searing headache suddenly hit you, almost as painful as how your heart constricted at the remembrance. "What is happening?" Making you want to tear your head apart. "I am scared. I can't—"