Attack on Titan One Shots

Sexually Conflicted (AoT x Reader)

NOT FINISHED

[EDITED: July 22, 2019]

TRIGGER WARNING:

Contains SEXUAL THEMES, so please read on with caution.

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A robust fighter doesn't necessarily need to be physically strong. If one is determined with a zealous will, they can achieve greatness— even in a "survival of the fittest" run, ravished by Titans world. That was what many people thought in regard to her. 

At first, it surprised many when she joined the Survey Corps because her body wasn't exactly fit for such exertion. Her decision was driven by her stubborn attitude toward proving people wrong and wanting to pay an overdue debt to her savior, which was a rare sight in their cruel world. However, an obstinate personality had tendencies to cause trouble.

Her parents called her (F/L) (L/N).

Unfortunately, as a child, both of them died from an unknown disease. The police classified it as "old age" in order to hinder rousing public panic. It wasn't even studied to increase research progress because it was so unheard of. 

No one wanted to take the young girl in, and she was immediately thrown into an orphanage where the children were callous. Day after day, new bruises fused to her skin in a sickly greenish-purple coloration. They covered every inch— from head to toe, and no one did anything about it. The personnel chalked it up as self-inflicted wounds from blaming oneself for their parents' death. 

Eventually, the beatings drastically became worse as she developed. The punching and kicking turned into kissing and groping. Their hands touched places known as sacred, but she could do nothing to stop them. Nonetheless, (Y/N) she refused to let the darkness consume her. No matter how much it hurt, her busted lips would beam. Even when the orphanage threw her out for being too grown, she remained optimistic.

One day, a little girl wandered away from her mother, unnoticed. Lost in her own world, her little legs carried her to the middle of the road. Screams erupted from passers-by as a loose horse raced down the dark tar. Paralysis incarcerated every human, yet at the last second, a blur of light suddenly returned the small child to the safety of her mother's arms. 

The mysterious figure donned tattered clothes and dirt stains. People gawked at the disgusting creature, but not the mother. Salty tears cascaded down her coarse cheeks as she continuously expressed her gratitude to the cloaked form. The hooded person nodded once and walked away to return to the shadows when the mother grabbed their arm. Gasps of shock and repugnance ensued. She faced the seemingly human shape and narrowed her eyes. 

Dark shadows submerging their face partially covered the person's features, yet she caught a glimpse of the bags under their eyes and a few bruises that had yet to heal. Her eyes widened in sympathy as she slowly removed the head covering. A girl emerged from beneath it with disheveled hair and surprisingly smooth facial traits. The people encompassing the scene sneered in distaste. 

It was just another street bum, and no one gave a damn about them. They only caused trouble by sneaking around and stealing whatever they could. However, the mother softly smiled and pulled out a few crumpled dollars to hand the girl. The young female curled the mother's fingers around it whilst briskly shaking her head. She hadn't eaten in days, but she knew it wasn't right to take from others.

"What's your name?" The woman asked softly.

"(Y/N)."

She woke up with a pounding headache and swiftly sat upright. Sunlight slashed through the blinds and stung her eyes. She screwed them shut and rubbed her face with her hands. A knock sounded causing her to perk up in alarm; living on the streets tended to make people paranoid toward their surroundings.