The Turquoise Cure (Eren X Reader)

Chapter 39: Lilac Blooming

    "What are you to me?" you asked, your fingers tightening as you gripped the nails into the bed of your palms. A sincere smile played across Grisha's lips as his eyes crinkled in silent laughter. "Oh, not a father," he said, still stifling his giggling, "more of a creator." "What the fuck does that mean?" you hissed, your head throbbing as you looked at him. "Touch my hand," he asked, stepping closer to the gravestone that you were pressed against. "No; get away from me," you whispered, sinking further into the stone. "Then how do you expect to understand?" Grisha asked, smiling again. His teeth were yellowed with decay, the gums blackened from decomposition, yet he smelled like nothing, as if he wasn't even there. "I don't-" you stuttered. "Hm?" he asked, inching closer to you. "I don't want..." "(Y/N), you have to speak more clearly than that if you want this to work." 

    "I DON'T WANT THIS!" you screamed, standing up from the grave, exposed in every way, but a newfound ferocity burning in your blood. Your mother gave a solemn smile from where she now crouched on the ground, sinking further and further as she whispered, "It's too late, honey." She was disappearing right before your eyes, her very being, or what you saw of it, decaying into ash on the ground. "Mom?" you asked as her face swam in a haze of flecks, cries of agony filling the sky. "I- I just wanted to keep you two safe..." she mumbled, and with a gust of wind, she was gone, the ashes flying away with the breeze that raked your skin. "Mom," you whispered again, filtering the ashes from the ground through your fingers as the wind howled on, her screams echoing in your ears. 

    "Am I- am I in hell?" you asked, refusing to turn to Grisha, the tears slipping down your cheeks mingling with the remnants of your mother. "Now is that really what you think of spending time with me?" Grisha laughed again. You turned to face him at last, looking utterly mutinous, and his tone changed. "You can't run from this, (Y/N)," he said, staring into your murky eyes, "I would know." "What is there to run from?" you growled, the hatred for him making your throat bubble. In one swift stride, Grisha had eliminated the distance between the two of you, his hand grasping onto your upper arm. You jerked backward, but you were unable to escape, a bond connecting his hand to yours in which you could not escape. You choked as a burning sensation filled your chest; you looked down to see your chest reflecting a light blue fluid emanating from the inside of your chest, as if blood had been replaced by it. You struggled to break free again, but there was no use; it was as though you were glued to Grisha's hand. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" you screamed, the blue fluid traveling through your veins and creeping through your body. "Look at me," he whispered, but his words fell onto deaf ears. You screamed, the pain of the sensation pinching your nerves and stabbing your chest and head. "LOOK AT ME!" he screamed, pulling you closer to him. You looked up at his gaunt, desperate face and saw a haunting blue-purple silhouette of your eyes in his. His smile grew so large it looked frightening, and his whoops of success and happiness mingled with yours of pain and confusion. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?" you begged again, your head feeling fit to burst as the fluid filled every cell in your body. "Oh, (Y/N)," Grisha hummed, tears sliding down his cheeks as he continued to smile, "you've awoken."

    All at once, the blue sensation ceased flowing through your body, as if it all were diverted to your eyes. You stared at Grisha, anxiety replacing the blue, as you felt something was coming. As if a gun had gone off, a pain like none you had ever felt before coursed through your eyes, burning, stinging, stabbing every nerve as though it were a misplaced hair. "MAKE IT STOP!" you screamed, the connection between you and Grisha breaking, leaving you to crumble to the ground. It felt like hours later, but the pain stopped as abruptly as it had started. 

    You laid on the ground panting in agony, whimpers of the phantom pains shooting through your head. You could think of nothing, only blue. It was as though your brain had been replaced by a blue being that had thoughts too sophisticated for you to conceive.