The Trainee

Samson's POV

"So wait, you're our Godsister?" I was shocked. [F/n] had joined us for dinner after a day of chores with my dad and they dropped that bomb on us.

"I promised her father when she was born to help take care of her." He said over the edge of his cup. "You were with me but too young to remember being there and [F/n] you were a newborn so you don't remember either."

We exchanged looks with each other and shrugged.

"I think I remember you mentioning your friend once or twice." my mom said unceremoniously dumping more vegetables on both mine and [F/n]'s plates. "His name was Atzmon right?"

[F/n] looked away not exactly sad but there was a pain in her eyes at her father's name. I tried to think about how I would feel if I lost my dad. ABORT!!! ABORT MISSION!!! TOO PAINFUL!! EMOTION OVERRIDDEN!!

I offered to have [F/n] move into to one of the spare rooms but she quickly shut me down. "I already have to see you for training. I don't think I can survive constant interactions."

It's always family who hurt you the most. Even so, I still walked her back to the barracks (like a good God-Brother). Several girls were sitting out on the steps and [F/n] easily fell into conversation with them. 'Kasa came out and laid something on the rail to dry.

"Samson. What are you doing out here so late?"

"I'm just dropping off [F/n]." [F/n] nodded in greeting but continued her conversation with Mina.

"You know [F/n]? Since when?"

"Since I took your advice and actually spoke to her." She smiled a little at the memory of the conversation.

"Have I ever been wrong?"

"Do you really want that answer?"

"Do you want to keep your face the way it is?"

That was my cue to leave. "Fair enough. Ladies, though it pains me I must bid you goodnight. Does anyone wish to give me a kiss to ensure my safe passage home?"

I of course got several giggles and three kisses before being tossed off by Ymir and Mikasa. They never let me have any fun.

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The next few days consisted of [F/n] learning the ropes and my father's way cleaning. Lots and lots of cleaning. "This just has to be divine punishment." I complained to [F/n]

"Maybe you should be punished from time to time." she said over her shoulder as she reached to dust the top of a bookcase. The room fills with "oohs" and for I think the first time I think I saw [F/n] blush out of embarrassment and not anger. "Wait! That's not what I meant."

"I didn't think you had such a wild side [F/n]." I sauntered over to her and she tried to glare at me past the red in her cheeks. "You know I've been told I have a great ass."

"No Samson, we said you were an ass." I looked to see who was trying to start a fight. It was Eren.

~With the Author~

"You're afraid of Eren aren't you?" she asked without looking up from her phone.

"I'm not afraid of him. He fights dirty and I just washed my hair." She gave me a look and I gave one right back.

"He scares you."

"Does not." I said sternly. (Pouted)

"Does too."

" Hey, don't change my actions! I can't do that to you! Besides, Eren has a mean left hook and some on in this story has to be gorgeous."

"I can do what I want. Some would argue Christa was more beautiful."