Souls Of Sorrow || Eren Jaeger X Reader

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-Y/n, age 9, after the underground-

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It's a nice day outside, the sun is shining and the market place is bustling with people. I walk beside my father as we make our way through the crowded street.

We're on a mission for red apples, since Hange ate all of them and they were my favorite. We had to walk from Scout headquarters which was a decent distance away.

It's been about a month or so since my dad agreed to move us to the surface. He's been doing well in the military, Isabel and Farlan too. They have a mission outside the walls soon, I wish I could go.

My birthday passed a week ago. I'm nine now, but my dad still says I'm too young to learn how to use ODM gear. It sucks, but he shuts me down when I try to argue.

My back had healed where it was cut up by one of the soldier's blades, it hurt for a couple days. I have a scar there now, it's thin but a little discolored, it makes my dad angry to look at. He punches Miche in the face a lot. I think he uses combat training as a excuse to do so.

As an attempt to reconcile, Erwin let us go to the underground and get anything we wanted. I convinced my dad to let me take Azula after I found her milling about in the undercity streets. We also get special treatment since Erwin says he feels bad about how things were handled.

I don't like him.

My dad doesn't either.

I like Hange, she's nice, even though a bit eccentric. And she eats my apples.

I glance around the market, eventually spotting a fruit vendor. I tug on my dad's sleeve, "over there." I tell him, a smile tugging at my lips as I look up at him. He looks to where I'm pointing and then back at me. "Alright."

He ruffles my hair as we walk over to the vendor, weaving around a few other people. My dad pays for the apples, something I had never really seen him do. We didn't have a lot of money in the underground so everything was stolen.

The vendor lady smiles and hands the basket of red apples to my dad, who hands them to me. The lady looks down at me over the counter and smiles warmly, "strong girl, eh?"

My dad pats my head. "That's my daughter." He nods in agreement. It's not much, but his words make my chest twinge with pride. We give a slight wave of thanks to the vendor lady and move along back the way we came.

As we walk, I listen to the faint and many conversations going on around us. There's a lot more people than I'm used to, I don't go out much to public places. They look happy, talking and laughing, holding hands with spouses or their kids to keep them close by. My dad's hand rests on my shoulder, I'm almost up to his chest now.

There's the sound of a woman's voice calling out from behind us, but I don't think too much of it until someone crashes into me from behind, knocking me forward and causing the apples to fall on the ground and roll away. The person who bumped into me stumbles from imbalance and sits up, rubbing his head to get dirt off. He's a kid around my age with reddish-brown hair.

"Watch where you're going," I scowl, glaring down at him. The boy looks up at me from his spot on the ground, then glances at my father. He opens his mouth to say something, but is quickly interrupted by a woman's voice, the one I heard a moment earlier.

"Jean!" A woman with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail makes her way through the crowd and grabs the kid by his shoulders, bringing him to stand. She quickly turns to face me and my father. "I'm sorry, my boy, he forgets his manners sometimes," she apologizes.