Attack on Titan Oneshots

A World Filled with Darkness - Marco x Reader

*inspired by ONE OK ROCK's Be the Light.

From now on, I'll be adding videos/audio to the oneshots that have been inspired by songs :'))

The days went on soullessly as you stared up at the ceiling of your given bedroom. The air was mildly humid and hot, as sweat trickled and sheeted the top of your (h/c) hairline. You could feel nothing inside you - it was as if your inner self and heart was just plain dead.

Like the soldiers and cadets who were lost during the Trost district attack.

It was traumatizing enough to be put out there in the field with such little preparation, but you knew that one day, you'd have to encounter them. The titans.

The way they eat people as if they had no souls or remorse for what they do for a living - like they were just gigantic psychopaths that treaded the Earth, looking for nothing but dead lives to quench their undying thirst for bloodlust.

But that all would be pushed aside, as the words of a close friend shattered your dear heart completely-

"I...I don't know how to say this any other way, but Marco's dead, (y/n)."

He had just graduated, yet he was already dead? He lost his life before he could feel the rare sensation of freedom, and that idea alone shook you to the core.

Marco was your close friend, as being one of the friend trio that consisted of him, Jean, and you. He was the sweet, caring, and peacemaker of the triad whenever you and Jean happen to get into a heated argument, which almost always ended up in Jean with a bruised arm and leg, and your finger nails broken.

Of course, you couldn't sleep that same night - when Jean told you the news. You couldn't handle the pain and sorrow from a piece of your soul literally breaking away, and thrown into a dark void of death. You didn't want to accept the fact that he was dead, as also the fact that he was found two days after the Trost attack. Had no one noticed his lifeless, halved corpse in the ground?

He died as someone who was forgotten, and that was the one thing that you could not accept, no matter what anyone told you.

Oh, what did we do wrong to have the living suffer, and the dead to perish unknowingly?

You shook your head to clear the dangerous and speechless thoughts, as you stood up from your bed. Your muscles ached and were stiffened from the lack of movement for about 3 hours, though you didn't mind. The shirt you had been wearing ever since you woke up had a slightly noticeable sweat line along the threaded collar, and you decided that it was best to take a shower.

You could almost feel the thick, large mass of sadness weighing on your shoulders, as you made your way to the bathroom of your bedroom. The small conjunction consisted of a shower, a toilet, and sink - the simple washroom necessities.

Everything changed that day - the day when Jean told you Marco was dead. It was like you were a whole different person ; more quiet and distant, and you barely participated in group activates. Sadness and pain clouded your heart, but yet, you seemed to have managed to smile, though it was a broken smile.

You didn't know who to blame - yourself, for not knowing that he was deceased. The titans, for devouring half of his body, to which making the world remember how soulless those monsters were. Or for life, for which it was so complicated and heart-wrenching to the point where you felt like being the happiest person in the whole world to feeling like dying in a hole underwater.

But nonetheless, all you could do was carry on. Crying over the dead wouldn't bring them back, so there wasn't any point in shedding tears over something that you've lost forever, and can't get back.