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Aboard the Titaness, you felt a bit out of place. Your garments were now slightly tattered, but still elegant. You were of royalty, yet they were not. You never acted like a princess either way, but it was still odd to you how carefree and jubilant these pirates seemed to be. They’d drink until they dropped, or until Armin, Krista, Mina, and you dragged them to their rooms, they screamed blasphemy, and they were unruly. You didn’t expect any less, but you were quite surprised by some of their behavior. Eren, for example, was rather rude to others as a drunk. Jean was rather soft and sensitive, resulting in tears after the brunette

 The beats of drums rattled your ear drums, sending chills down your spine. The bright sunlight burned your eyes, the soft silken sheets of your bed too soft and warm to leave. You had dreamt of a mysterious figure approaching you, holding out its hand and saying something in a mysterious language. What was that all about? Who was it? You were a girl full of imagination and love. You loved thinking beyond the real world, and you enjoyed spending your free time out in the gardens writing and drawing. You dreamed of being an independent woman and living freely without the needs of men "My lady (y/n), there is a conference this evening." Yo

 The loud echoes of your mother’s voice pierced your ears through your door. You were too scared to face them now. Were they mad about these…visions? They weren’t your fault, you knew that, but you had this feeling that you weren’t supposed to be having them. Mom and Erwin know exactly what these things are, and they don’t sound good. Especially if Erwin had to call her in early from work. Armin was still hibernating in his room doing God knows what, and you were huddled on your bed like a scared little rabbit. It was really pathetic, but what else could you do? You were terrified. What if you got some mysterio

“(F/n) have you thought about writing actual novels?” You looked up from your word document and held your fingers back from typing any further. You brushed your bangs out of your face and smiled up at the boy sitting across from you. “I thought about it, but I’m trying to improve my skills more before I start. I’ve just been so out of it lately…agh I just don’t know what to do anymore.” You slid your fingers through your hair and sighed. This week had been rather rough on you. You’d wake up at five a.m. every morning, go to school, do homework with your new step bro Armin, and you̵

 “…and then she dashed towards him, flinging her arms around him and swearing she’d always protect him.” You sighed and looked back up at Armin, who wore a concentrated frown on his delicate face. He was concentrated on a small fly flying around the light above you two. Ever since this morning Armin had been rather distracted. You were really worried about him. Your mind couldn’t focus, and your writing was sloppy. Your head revolved around Armin’s behavior, and you couldn’t help it. “Are you okay Armin?” you asked. He shook his head and smiled at you, “Ah I’m sorry (F/n)

 You entered the door, seeing Erwin sitting on the couch reading the newspaper with the news on the television. At least he was staying updated on the world. You honestly didn’t care what happened so long as you weren’t going to die any time soon. You focused on yourself and the ones you cared about more than everything else. You relied on Erwin for the extra info. His eyes glanced up from the paper when you briskly strode in the kitchen, giving Armin a raised eyebrow. He shrugged and placed his backpack near the stairs. Your mind was racing with his words. Sure he didn’t specifically say he loved you, but he said there were

  “You son of a bitch!” You tore at the Titan’s neck, using the last of your gas to fly into his nape. Blood evaporated off of your sticky skin, your blades broken inside of it’s skin. You broke them off and replaced them, sighing and throwing a fist into your gas tanks. “What the heck was Erwin thinking? This plan was never going to work.” You sighed and stared up at the sky, the clouds rolling along peacefully. Why couldn’t you be a cloud? You could just roll around aimlessly, cry every now and then, and be stared at in awe. You’d love to fly, especially away from all these crazy people.

Listen to this while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzpYbwb2B5I Requested by: ~moonsohma (https://www.deviantart.com/moonsohma) Dare you say he was...quite dashing and extravagant….before all of this happened. He was prince charming, your beloved darling dear who never hesitated when it came to rescuing you from your inner demons. He did everything, from playing with your hair to pecking your neck in all the right places. He was your other half. You cared for him much more than you did yourself.  Broken to pieces and every morsel...all vanished as soon as his words woke you up from any confidence you had gained. And it was surely a challenge. But for th