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Armin sat hunched over his workbench, the dim glow of a single lantern casting shadows across the scattered tools, blueprints, and half-assembled devices that cluttered the table. His hands trembled as he inspected the components of the grenade he'd been trying to perfect for weeks now—longer than he cared to admit. His eyes were bloodshot from countless sleepless nights, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead, slick with sweat. The frustration gnawing at him had become unbearable, but he couldn't stop. He *wouldn't* stop.
He didn't deserve to.
"You'll finish this, Armin," he whispered to himself, voice hoarse and raspy. "You'll finish this, or you'll die trying."
He swept the charred fragments of the failed grenade into a pile, his movements jittery with exhaustion, then reached for another set of metal plates and pins. The design was simple enough—an explosive device encased in a hard shell with a triggering mechanism that relied on a small internal pin being pulled, igniting the fuse that led to the powder chamber.
But it wasn't that simple. It was never that simple.
The main issue lies in stabilizing the ignition mechanism. He was trying to craft a fuse that wouldn't detonate too early, but so far, every attempt had ended with catastrophic results. The timing was crucial, and even the slightest miscalculation could—and had—turned the grenade into a volatile bomb that exploded prematurely.
He painstakingly reassembled the core of the grenade, attaching the fuse to the ignition with tweezers. Every movement required precision. His hands, were trembling, both from the stress and the accumulated strain of repeated injury. He cursed under his breath. He couldn't afford to slip now.
' "Armin, I was alone in Marley. I hated him for so long, and even when I became stronger. I still felt that I was weaker. Even after I got the Female Titan. I was still weaker than him. But then, I met Eren here. I will be honest: at first, he was very annoying, but I grew to love the bastard, but without him. I will be alone again, Armin. I don't fear his wrath. I don't fear death. I was ready to die since the day I became the Female Titan. I'm afraid of being alone because even if Eren somehow doesn't kill me right away, We know he will NEVER forgive me. He will never love me again, and without him... I will be alone again." '
Once the grenade was partially reassembled, Armin set about preparing the explosive powder mixture. The fine black powder was a volatile blend he'd been refining for weeks, combining elements he'd managed to extract from Titan hardening material with traditional gunpowder ingredients. The goal was to create something more powerful than standard Marleyan grenades, but with that power came increased risk.
He leaned forward, squinting as he measured out the ingredients. The powder needed to be packed tightly, but not too tightly. Too loose, and the explosion wouldn't be powerful enough. Too tight, and the grenade would detonate in his hand before he had a chance to throw it.
"Careful... careful..." he muttered under his breath, pouring the mixture into the chamber.
The room was dead silent, save for the soft trickle of the powder into the metal casing. His hands moved as steadily as they could, despite his growing frustration and fatigue.
Suddenly, there was a sharp hiss, followed by a faint spark from the fuse.
*Shit.*
Armin barely had time to react before the grenade detonated, a deafening roar filling the workshop. He felt the shockwave hit him square in the chest, sending him crashing backward. His vision blurred, but he could already feel the familiar tearing sensation in his right hand. The entire arm was gone. Blood spattered the walls as the grenade disintegrated. The entire place was made of Titan hardening, so a simple explosive wouldn't make the entire place fall down, but the explosive still left a black mark on the wall.
His body flung like a rag doll, slammed into the far wall, and he collapsed onto the cold floor.
For a moment, everything was silent, save for the faint ringing in his ears. Armin groaned, pushing himself up with his remaining arm, his body trembling from the shock of the explosion. He could feel the blood pooling beneath him, the stubs where his limbs used to be already beginning to reform.
It wasn't quick enough.
"Damn it!" Armin slammed his fist into the floor, teeth clenched in a mix of pain and rage. He could feel his pulse racing, anger surging through him. "Why? Why can't I get it right?"
He sat there for a few moments, staring at the bloody mess where his arm used to be, his frustration boiling over into a torrent of self-loathing. He felt like he was suffocating, the weight of his failure pressing down on him until he could hardly breathe. It wasn't just the grenade—it was everything. Every mistake, every lie, every secret he was keeping from Eren, from the others.
"I deserve this..." he whispered, barely audible. "I deserve this."
He sat in silence, listening to the slow drip of blood from the ceiling, waiting for his arm to regrow. The pain, the explosions—none of it compared to the guilt that festered in his chest like a wound that wouldn't heal.
As his arm finally began to reform, fingers pushing out from the growing bone, Armin didn't even wait for it to fully heal before he dragged himself back to the workbench. He shoved the ruined grenade aside, his breath ragged. His frustration was reaching a boiling point, and his movements became less precise, more careless. He had to finish this—he had to make progress, no matter the cost.
Grabbing another blank casing, he started over. He filled it again, this time more roughly, forcing the powder into the chamber.
' "Armin, I was alone in Marley. I hated him for so long, and even when I became stronger. I still felt that I was weaker. Even after I got the Female Titan. I was still weaker than him. But then, I met Eren here. I will be honest: at first, he was very annoying, but I grew to love the bastard, but without him. I will be alone again, Armin. I don't fear his wrath. I don't fear death. I was ready to die since the day I became the Female Titan. I'm afraid of being alone because even if Eren somehow doesn't kill me right away, We know he will NEVER forgive me. He will never love me again, and without him... I will be alone again." '
"You're worthless," he growled, tightening the fuse too quickly. "You're weak. You can't even do this right."
He sealed the grenade with too much force, the metal creaking under the pressure. He felt the fuse spark again. His heart skipped a beat.
No.
The grenade exploded once more, sending a wave of heat and shrapnel tearing through the workshop. The blast knocked him off his feet, and this time, the pain was instantaneous. His entire left leg was gone, torn off at the knee. The force of the explosion had ruptured his eardrums; the world was silent except for the relentless ringing in his skull.
He lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, barely able to move. Blood poured from the stump where his leg used to be, pooling around him in a dark, warm puddle.
Tears of frustration blurred his vision as he waited for his Titan healing to kick in once again. But this time, the healing felt slower. He was pushing his body to the limit, and he knew it. It didn't matter, though. Nothing mattered anymore except finishing this damn grenade.
His leg began to reform, bone regrowing with muscles and tissue, muscles knitting together. His hands were shaking as he propped himself up on his elbows, staring blankly at the charred remains of his latest failure.
Why couldn't he get it right?
Armin pounded his fists against the floor, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He was so close, so close, but every time, something went wrong. Every time, the grenade blew up in his face, just like everything else in his life.
Eren's face appeared in his eyes like a ghost, his face full of anger and hatred. His promise to kill all the Titans, then his promise to kill all his enemies, and his promise to make them pay for his mother's death. Reiner and Berholdt were gone, but one was still left. Not only that, but he was allowing Eren to love her. Armin felt like he should tell him, but then...what about Annie?
"Dammit, Eren..." Armin whispered, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry."
His limbs were whole again, the bleeding stopped, but the pain still lingered, a dull ache beneath his skin. Armin slowly rose to his feet, his body swaying with exhaustion. He stared down at the remnants of the grenade on the table, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't stop now. He couldn't give up.
With shaky hands, he began again. The motions were mechanical, almost robotic.
Armin's fingers fumbled as he grabbed a fresh metal casing for yet another attempt at crafting the grenade. His hands trembled, not from pain or exhaustion but from sheer frustration. The blood and sweat on his palms made the small tools slippery, and he nearly dropped the casing twice as he tried to steady it in front of him. He couldn't focus anymore. The hours had blended together, each explosion leaving him in worse condition than the last, but worse than that—he wasn't making progress.
The internal fuse sat on the bench, an intricate device meant to ignite the powder only after the pin was pulled. It was delicate work, requiring a steady hand, precision, and concentration. But Armin's hands were shaking violently as he attached the fuse to the detonator cap. The thin metal wire connecting the fuse to the cap slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the bench.
"Shit," Armin hissed, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand. He reached for the wire again, not even bothering to wipe off the grime that had accumulated on his hands. He didn't care anymore. He just needed to get it done.
His fingers pinched the wire too hard, bending it out of shape. He stared at it for a long moment, his mind completely blank. It's ruined. The wire wouldn't fit into the ignition anymore. He should've known better. He did know better, but his hands didn't seem to follow his brain's commands anymore.
Armin growled under his breath and tossed the fuse aside, reaching for another one. His movements were growing more and more erratic, reckless even. He jammed the next fuse into place, hardly checking the alignment. He twisted the cap on the grenade casing, but it wobbled, the threads not catching correctly.
It didn't matter. He shoved the pin through the hole, the grenade now an ugly, misshapen thing barely held together by sheer force of will. The grenade felt wrong in his hands, but he didn't stop. He couldn't.
Just finish it.
The grenade was complete, or at least he thought it was. He held it up to the faint light of the lantern, his lips pressed into a tight line. His eyes, hollow from the hours of failure and pain, examined the device. It didn't look right. The casing wasn't sealed properly, the fuse was crooked, and the powder wasn't packed with the precision it required. But the part that made Armin's stomach churn was that it didn't even feel dangerous anymore.
With a quick motion, he yanked the pin.
Nothing happened.
The grenade sat lifeless in his hand as if mocking him. Armin stood there, holding the defective device, feeling the emptiness of his failure wash over him like a cold wave.
His breath caught in his throat, his hands starting to shake again, but this time, it wasn't from the fear of explosion or pain.
It was rage.
Without thinking, he hurled the grenade across the room. It clanged against the titan metal wall and fell to the ground, harmlessly rolling to a stop near a pile of old tools. No explosion. No fiery blast. Just... nothing.
Armin felt the dam break inside him. "DAMN IT!" he roared, slamming his fist down on the workbench with all his strength. Tools scattered, blueprint papers fluttered to the floor. His chest heaved as he pounded the table again and again, the rage pouring out in wild, unfocused strikes. His eyes burned with unshed tears of frustration and shame.
He pushed the bench away from him, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud bang. The clattering of metal and wood echoed through the small workshop, but it did little to soothe the storm inside him.
He glanced down at his hands, now bloody from the impact of slamming the table. They were shaking violently, fingers twitching with uncontrolled energy. And then, he felt it—the spark.
Golden lightning crackled faintly around his fingertips, dancing along his skin. His vision blurred, and the familiar sensation of Titan transformation started creeping up his spine. His body responded instinctively, the deep-rooted power of the Armored Titan stirring inside him, ready to burst out.
No.
Armin's breath caught in his throat as he realized what was happening. His heart raced as he fought to control the Titan power coursing through him. He could feel the raw energy begging to be unleashed, his body itching to shift into his Titan form.
But he couldn't—he wouldn't let it out.
"Stop," he whispered, his whole body tensing as he tried to rein in the transformation. The golden sparks flickered more violently, the power threatening to erupt.
You're better than this.
His heart pounded against his ribcage, the lightning around his fingers surging and crackling. The ground beneath him rumbled slightly. His eyes were glowing faintly.
Then, with a deep, shuddering breath, Armin slammed his hands against his thighs, forcing them to his sides. The golden lightning flickered one last time before dissipating into the air.
His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air as if he had just sprinted a marathon. His hands shook uncontrollably as he stared at the workshop around him—at the ruined bench, the scattered tools, and the lifeless grenade lying on the floor.
"God... what am I doing?" Armin whispered to himself, his voice hoarse and raw. He buried his face in his hands, feeling the sting of tears behind his eyes. He couldn't keep going like this. The Titan powers, the failure, the guilt—it was all too much. He had tried to bury it beneath his work, tried to push past the pain and the lies he was keeping from Eren, but every failure only brought him closer to the edge.
Armin's mind raced, thoughts spiraling in every direction. He thought of Eren, of the look on his friend's face when he finally learned the truth. He thought of Mikasa, of all the people depending on him to be their strategist, their hero.
But all he could see were his failures. The unfinished grenade, the broken friendships, the lies.
And somewhere, deep down, a voice whispered back to him.
Maybe you don't deserve to succeed.
He clenched his fists, staring down at his hands, still shaking from the effort of containing the Titan within him. His chest felt heavy, the weight of everything he had kept bottled inside pressing down harder than ever.
With a heavy sigh, Armin forced himself to his feet, wobbling slightly from exhaustion. The workbench was a mess, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't give up.
He limped over to the grenade lying on the floor and picked it up, staring at the broken, useless device in his hands. He had to make this right. He had to fix this—not just the grenade, but everything.
No matter the cost.
Zeke Yeager
Zeke slipped through the narrow hallway just outside the castle, moving with quickness. His heart raced a bit, more from excitement than fear. The fact that he'd managed to slip away from Levi's watchful eye without being noticed was something of a small victory in itself. He'd expected the ever-vigilant captain to be breathing down his neck, but luck—or perhaps arrogance—was on his side tonight.
As he reached the small door, he pushed it open and stepped inside, the door creaking slightly as it shut behind him.
The room was sparse, with nothing but a single table and a few chairs, its only light source coming from a flickering lantern hanging from the ceiling. Annie stood by the far wall, arms crossed, her back leaning against the rough stone. Her expression was hard, eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. She looked like she'd been waiting for hours, though in reality, it hadn't been that long.
Zeke let out a low whistle. "You look thrilled to see me," he said, his voice light, almost teasing as he strolled further into the room, casually rolling his shoulders. "I'm impressed, by the way. You're still pulling off that death glare after all these years. Takes real dedication."
Annie's eyes flicked up to meet his, sharp as daggers. "Cut the crap, Zeke," she snapped. "You promised me something. If you don't deliver, I'll make sure you regret it." Her voice was icy, laced with a quiet fury that Zeke knew wasn't just for show.
Zeke raised his eyebrows, stopping a few feet away from her. He gave her a long, appraising look, his smirk never fading. "Wow, straight to the threats, huh? No 'how have you been, Zeke?' No 'thanks for meeting me in secret?' You know, I'm starting to think you don't like me very much, Annie."
Annie's jaw clenched, and her grip on her arms tightened. "You're wasting my time. If you don't keep your end of the bargain, I'll kill you. Simple as that."
Zeke chuckled softly, running a hand through his messy blonde hair, seemingly unfazed by her threat. "Killing me, huh? A bit extreme, don't you think? You really think Levi would let that happen? Pretty sure he's got first dibs on my head."
Annie pushed off the wall, stepping toward him, her glare intensifying, making it clear that she wasn't in the mood for his games. "If you think for one second that Captain Levi is the only thing stopping me, you've seriously underestimated me. I'll find a way, Zeke. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
Zeke tilted his head, the smirk still playing on his lips. "Oh, I'm sure you'd try, Annie. But let's be honest, if you killed me, we both know Eren won't take kindly to that now, would he?" He leaned back against the edge of the table, crossing his arms in a relaxed posture, his tone never losing its playful edge. "And we both know how important Eren is to you."
Annie's face darkened with irritation. Her patience was wearing thin, and Zeke knew it. She took another step closer, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "You gave me your word, and if you break it, you're done."
Zeke's grin widened. "You know, for someone who has spend the last six years amongst these people, you sure haven't mellowed out at all. Most people would take that time to reflect, grow, maybe even soften a bit. But not you, Annie. Still as charming as ever."
"I'm not here to joke around with you, Zeke. You do what you promised, or I'll make sure you suffer before anyone else can get to you."
Zeke shrugged, pushing off the table, completely unbothered by her words. "You're so serious. Fine, fine, don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll hold up my end of the deal, Annie. I always do."
He stopped near the table. "But you might want to work on your attitude if we're going to keep doing business together. You're starting to sound an awful lot like Levi, and trust me, one of him is more than enough."
"Yeah, we agree on that," Annie murmured under her breath.
"I'll keep my end of the deal, Annie," Zeke said. He moved closer, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "I always do. I'm not in the habit of breaking promises. Unlike some people we both know."
Annie didn't respond immediately; her lips pressed into a tight line. She didn't trust him. But for now, she needed him, and she had to play along.
Annie's eyes flickered with suspicion. "What do you want to hear, Zeke? Why the sudden interest in my life?"
Zeke shrugged, still maintaining that infuriating casual demeanor. "Just curious, that's all. We never really got a chance to chat before, did we? I'm interested in how things were for you. Especially your time in the training corps." His gaze held hers, unwavering. "Particularly with Eren."
Annie's eyes narrowed again, and for a moment, she debated telling him to shove his curiosity where the sun didn't shine. But something about Zeke's persistence intrigued her. She knew Eren and this monkey were brothers, but she never took Zeke for someone to care about other people, so why would he care about a brother he has never met before. She'd tell him of course. It wasn't like there were any secrets there.
"Fine," she muttered, leaning back against the wall. "If it gets you to leave faster."
Zeke gestured for her to go on, his smirk growing, and Annie's glare sharpened as she started speaking.
"I was sent to the training corps as a spy, like you already know," she began, her voice cold. "I hated everyone there. They were all so naive, so desperate to prove themselves. Especially Eren."
Zeke raised an eyebrow, and Annie continued.
"At first, Eren was just like the rest of them. Loud, driven, obsessed with killing Titans." She gave Zeke a knowing look, but his expression remained neutral. "He was reckless, always throwing himself into danger, always needing to be the one to take charge."
Annie paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she thought back. "But... over time, he started to change. Every year that passed, he became more... focused. Calmer, even. It was strange. The anger was still there, but it wasn't as wild. He became more calculated. By the end of the training corps, he wasn't just another recruit. He was like our leader—everyone looked to him, even when he didn't realize it."
Zeke's eyes gleamed with interest, but Annie's irritation grew. She couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't asking out of idle curiosity. He was fishing for something.
"And Mikasa," she added. "She was always glued to his side. Obsessed with him. She had this... protectiveness over Eren. It was suffocating. The way she watched him, followed him. Like she'd rip apart anyone who even looked at him the wrong way."
Zeke chuckled at that, but Annie didn't join him. She remembered how much she had hated Mikasa's constant presence, how her cold, efficient strength had always felt like a looming threat.
"What about Armin?" Zeke asked suddenly, his tone still casual but with a slight edge to it.
Annie shrugged. "Armin? He was different. Quiet, smart. Always in Eren's shadow. But I didn't mind him as much as the others. He was... strategic. We had something like a friendship, though I wouldn't call it that." She paused for a moment as if reconsidering. "He was kinder than the others. Too kind for this world."
Zeke nodded, though his focus remained solely on Eren. "And Eren... did he ever talk to you about his family?"
Annie blinked, momentarily thrown off by the shift in conversation. She had been expecting more questions about their training, about how they all interacted.
"His family?" she repeated, frowning. "Not really. His...his mother is dead, and his father made him a titan so he will eat him and gain the Attack and the Founding Titan."
Zeke leaned against the wall, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Nothing about his father, then? Grisha Yeager?"
Annie crossed her arms tighter, her gaze growing more suspicious. "Why would he talk to me about his father? Is this what you're really interested in?"
Zeke's eyes flickered with something darker for a moment, but he shrugged it off with his usual smirk. "Just curious. Would've thought Eren might have mentioned something, that's all."
Annie's frown deepened. "He didn't. Eren wasn't the type to talk about the past much. It was always about the future."
Zeke remained quiet for a moment as if processing her words. Annie could tell that there was something more to his questions, something he wasn't sharing. "Thank you for the information, Annie." Zeke said, with a look of realization, as if something had just clicked in the right place in his head.
"We're done with this dance, Zeke," Annie said coldly, her eyes blazing with frustration. "End the deal. Now."
Zeke smirked, rubbing the back of his neck as if her demands were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "You really have no patience, do you? I thought sleeping with my brother would have calmed you down. Guess not."
Before Zeke could blink, Annie had moved, fast as lightning and pressed a knife to his throat. Her hand was steady, the cold steel just barely grazing his skin. Zeke didn't flinch, but his eyes darkened. He hadn't expected her to act so quickly, though it amused him all the more.
"You think I'm joking?" Annie hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "I told you before, if you don't keep your end of the bargain—"
Zeke's lips curled into a smile, and Annie froze as she caught sight of a faint glow near his hand. Golden lightning crackled around Zeke's fingertip, just enough to send a warning. Her eyes darted down to see a small cut on his finger, a few drops of blood already forming. The glow around his hand was unmistakable—he was ready to transform.
"What do you think is faster, Annie?" Zeke asked, his voice dropping into a mocking whisper. "Your hand, or my transformation?"
Annie's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before her heart turned cold. She knew Zeke was right. As much as she could slit his throat in an instant, it wouldn't matter if he managed to shift before she could finish the job. The blast from a Titan transformation would destroy everything within range—and Annie wasn't about to risk that.
She glared at him, fury burning in her chest, but she knew she was cornered. With a sharp shove, she pushed him away and stepped back, sliding the knife back into her belt. Zeke's smirk didn't waver as he straightened up, the golden light fading from his hand.
"There's that temper," Zeke teased, rubbing his neck where the knife had been. "You really should work on that. It's not becoming of someone so... composed."
Annie's nostrils flared, but she stayed silent, unwilling to let him get under her skin any more than he already had.
Zeke watched her for a moment longer before reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small piece of paper, folded neatly, and held it out to her. "Here," he said, his tone casual. "This is what you've been waiting for."
Annie snatched the paper from his hand without a word, quickly unfolding it. Written in neat, precise handwriting was the name of a location and a time of day—nothing more. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced back up at him.
"Pieck will be waiting for you there," Zeke added, leaning casually against the table again as if their confrontation had never happened. "I've kept my end of the deal, Annie. Now, can I go, pretty please." Zeke said with a teasing voice, much to Annie's fury, but he had done his job and decided to ignore him. She could not understand how he and Eren came from the same seed.
Annie stared at the paper for a moment longer before shoving it into her pocket. Zeke had finally given her what she wanted, but something about the way he was handling all of this felt off. She didn't trust him—she never had. But for now, she needed to follow through.
Zeke pushed off the table, giving her a lazy wave. "See you around, Annie. Try not to stab anyone else while you're at it."
With that, he turned and left the room, whistling softly under his breath as he walked away, seemingly without a care in the world. Annie's eyes followed him until the door clicked shut behind him, her jaw clenched in frustration.
But Zeke wasn't as carefree as he appeared. As he walked down the hallway, his mind turned to what was coming next—what would happen once the lady from Hizuru came here. He didn't notice the sharp eyes watching him from the shadows of the corridor.
Levi stood hidden in a dark corner, his expression unreadable as he observed Zeke's departure. He had followed the Beast Titan down the hallway, staying out of sight, waiting for the perfect moment. And now, as Zeke strolled off, Levi's lips curled into a faint smirk.
"Monkey," he murmured under his breath, having heard every word exchanged between Zeke and Annie.
Eren Yeager
Eren stepped into the royal chamber, muscles aching from the endless demands of the throne. His body was heavy with fatigue, but something electric hit him as soon as he shut the door. The moans were unmistakable, echoing off the stone walls.
His eyes caught the sight on the bed, and every thought in his mind evaporated. Annie was straddling Mikasa's face, her head thrown back, fingers knotted into Mikasa's hair as she ground down on her, using her tongue as a toy. "Good girl," Annie purred, breathless, her hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm like she was savoring every second of Mikasa's mouth. The soft, wet sounds of Mikasa's lips working over her clit filled the air, each flick of her tongue making Annie gasp harder.
And there was Historia, his queen, his wife, and yet here she was, her hips pressed against Mikasa's lower half, her slick pussy sliding against Mikasa's, their juices mixing, dripping onto the sheets like a torrent. Both of them moaned, their voices blending together.
Eren's breath caught in his throat. His cock twitched, growing hard in his pants at the sight of his queen, his two lovers, tangled together like animals. The sweat glistened off their skin, every motion making their bodies shine under the dim candlelight. The bed creaked with the force of Historia's grinding, her soft cries spilling out uncontrollably, her clit rubbing against Mikasa's, slick and swollen.
"Fuck, Mikasa," Historia moaned, her fingers digging into Mikasa's thighs, hips rolling as she rode her harder. "You're so wet for me..."
Annie was barely holding back, her moans getting louder, her body trembling as Mikasa's tongue flicked against her swollen nub. "Yes, Mikasa, keep going... Fuck!" she hissed, her thighs squeezing Mikasa's head as her pleasure built.
Eren couldn't resist anymore. He stepped forward, his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers, throbbing with need. Annie's eyes flickered toward him for a brief second, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she moaned. "Enjoying the show, your majesty?"
He didn't answer. His hands moved automatically, unbuckling his belt, pulling down his pants. His cock sprang free, aching, desperate for relief. Annie's smirk widened as she looked him up and down, her fingers tightening in Mikasa's hair as she threw her head back again, the moan escaping her throat and vibrating through the room.
Historia's gaze locked onto him as well, her lips parting in a ragged breath as she continued to grind against Mikasa's pussy. "Come closer, Eren..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Watch your girls..." She moaned again, louder, her hips grinding even faster.
Mikasa, trapped between the two women, her face buried in Annie's pussy, her own slick heat being used by Historia, was gasping, her moans muffled, her body writhing with each stroke of pleasure.
Eren's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he stepped closer, his eyes devouring the sight of his queen and his two lovers lost in each other.
Historia's moans reached a fever pitch, her fingers digging into Mikasa's thighs as her orgasm tore through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, grinding harder against Mikasa's pussy, slick with their combined juices, her voice breaking into a high-pitched cry.
"Ohh, Mikasa! Oh Fuckkk!!"
Mikasa gasped beneath her, mouth still working Annie's clit, but the tension in her body was palpable, she was near her own orgasm, just a little more. Annie wasn't far behind either, her breath catching in her throat as her body shuddered, legs tightening around Mikasa's face as her orgasm finally took hold.
Annie's moan was deep, guttural, her body trembling as Mikasa's tongue sent her over the edge. "Oh, fuck... Mikasa!" she gasped, grinding her hips down one last time before her body gave way to the intense pleasure coursing through her.
But Mikasa—poor Mikasa—was left panting, her body straining, her pussy clenching and twitching with need, but Historia wasn't letting her cum. She kept grinding, her hips slowing, leaving Mikasa teetering on the edge of release, the pleasure building painfully, and Mikasa felt like punching something.
"Oh... poor Mikasa," Historia said softly, a mock-innocent smile playing on her lips. "So close, but not yet." She pulled back slightly, her slick pussy glistening as she moved away, leaving Mikasa's body trembling, her clit throbbing, begging for release.
Eren's cock twitched violently at the sight, every vein on his thick nine inches pulsing with need. Historia's teasing words, her sweet, innocent tone in the midst of all this depravity, sent a fresh wave of heat surging through him. His hand clenched tighter around his shaft, stroking harder, his breath ragged as he watched Mikasa writhe, her body desperate for the pleasure she wasn't allowed.
Mikasa's eyes flicked toward him, dark with hunger. She licked her lips slowly, like a starved woman presented with a feast, her gaze locking onto his cock. "Eren..." she moaned, her voice low, sultry, every word dripping with lust. "I need it... I need your cock inside me. Please."
She spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening, swollen, and ready, her moans louder now, needy, desperate. The sight of her, open and begging, made Eren's cock throb even harder, precum already beading at the tip. He couldn't resist. He stepped forward, his body magnetically drawn to her, and without hesitation, he positioned himself at the edge of the bed, his cock brushing against her wet entrance.
Mikasa's head fell back, a loud moan escaping her lips as she felt the thickness of him press against her slick folds. Her body arched, legs wrapping around his waist as she begged, "Fuck me, Eren... please, fuck me."
With one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely, her tight, wet heat squeezing around him. Mikasa screamed in pleasure, her back arching off the bed as Eren drove deep, his cock stretching her, claiming her. The intensity of it made her entire body quiver, her pussy clenching around him, her moans echoing through the room.
Annie and Historia, both still trembling from their own orgasms, slid down from their positions and knelt beside Eren, their faces close to where he and Mikasa were joined. Without a word, they leaned in, their soft lips kissing the base of his cock, tongues flicking out to lick and suck at his balls as he thrust into Mikasa.
Eren groaned, the sensation overwhelming—the tight heat of Mikasa's pussy, her walls pulsing around him, and the gentle, wet pressure of Historia and Annie's mouths on his balls. It was almost too much, his control hanging by a thread. He thrust harder, faster, his hands gripping Mikasa's hips as he fucked her deep, her body bouncing with every powerful stroke.
Mikasa's moans became incoherent, her pussy clamping down around him as she neared her climax, her legs trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was on the edge again, closer than ever, her entire body tensing as she desperately chased her release. "Eren... fuck... please!" she cried out, her nails digging into the bed matress, tearing through it without effort.
Below him, Historia and Annie continued their worship, their tongues gliding over his balls, taking turns sucking them into their mouths, their hands sliding up to stroke the base of his cock when he pulled back for another thrust.
"Cum for me, Mikasa," he growled. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."
Eren's hips pounded relentlessly, each thrust driving Mikasa deeper into a world of pleasure, her body completely at his mercy. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, each one more fervent than the last. "Eren... Eren... oh God, Eren!" she cried, her voice trembling as if he was the only thing tethering her to reality. Her body writhed under him, her tight pussy squeezing around his cock, pulling him in deeper. Her breathless chant of his name filled the room like a prayer to a god.
Annie and Historia, still kneeling at the foot of the bed, continued their slow worship of him, their tongues teasing his balls with every stroke. Their lips brushed against each other between licks, giggling between the wet, obscene sounds of their mouths working together. Annie pulled back for a second, smirking as she glanced at Historia. "I mean, if I keep licking these balls, he might fuck one of us next. Bet you're hoping for that, huh, Historia?" she teased, something she rarely did.
Historia blushed, her lips curling into a grin. "Like you're any better! You're practically drooling over them!" she shot back, her own tongue flicking out to give his balls a long, slow lick.
Mikasa was on the brink, her body shaking with every thrust. "Eren, I can't... I'm so close... please, please!" she begged, her nails dragging across the bed mattress.
With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, and a guttural moan tore from his throat as he unleashed his hot seed. Mikasa's scream of ecstasy filled the room, her body convulsing beneath him as her orgasm ripped through her, shaking her like a leaf in the wind. Her pussy clamped down around him, milking every drop of his cum as her back arched off the bed, her entire body quivering.
Annie and Historia pulled back, watching in amusement as Mikasa's body shook uncontrollably, her limbs twitching in the aftermath of her climax. Annie stood up first, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked at Mikasa, completely spent and trembling. "Well, looks like someone's not walking tomorrow," she quipped, raising an eyebrow as she shot Historia a sideways glance. Historia giggled, covering her mouth as she laughed, her cheeks flushed with delight.
"Guess she'll have to crawl," Historia added with a grin, her eyes twinkling.
Annie shook her head, her lips curling into a sly smile as she climbed onto the bed, nudging Mikasa aside with a shove. Mikasa groaned, too blissed out to even react as Annie rolled her over, taking her place in the center of the bed. With deliberate slowness, she turned around and presented her big, round ass to Eren, pushing it back toward him in an open invitation.
Eren's breath hitched. Out of all his lovers, Annie's ass was a masterpiece. Round, firm, and so damn big. The sight of her spreading her cheeks for him was enough to make his cock twitch back to life, despite having just emptied himself into Mikasa. Annie glanced over her shoulder, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "You always had a thing for my ass, didn't you, Eren?" she purred, wiggling her hips provocatively. "Come on, don't make me wait. I know you've been dying to bury that cock in here."
Historia giggled again, sitting back to watch with a sly grin. "He really does love it... always stares whenever you walk by," she teased, her eyes flicking between Annie's big, round cheeks and Eren's already hardening cock.
Eren couldn't deny it. Annie's ass had always been his weakness, and she knew it. The way she spread herself open for him, practically begging him to take her, drove him wild. He moved toward her, his hands sliding over her soft, perfect cheeks, squeezing them, feeling their weight in his palms.
"Fuck, Annie," he growled, his cock hardening completely as he lined himself up with her. "You know exactly how to get what you want."
Annie smirked, glancing back at him with that familiar cocky look. "Yeah, and you love giving it to me, don't you?" she teased, her voice dripping with confidence.
Eren's hand came down hard on Annie's ass with a loud smack, the force of the slap sending a ripple through her round, soft cheeks. The sound echoed through the room, and Annie's response was immediate—a long, shameless moan that was raw and guttural. "Oh, fuck, Eren!" she gasped, her body jerking forward with the impact. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, hips instinctively pushing back, begging for more.
Eren's lips curled into a wicked grin. He hadn't done this before, but seeing how Annie reacted—how she moaned like a desperate whore—he wasn't going to stop now. "You like that, huh?" he teased, bringing his hand down again, this time on her other cheek, the smack even louder.
"Fuck, yes!" Annie cried, her voice high-pitched, full of need. "More, Eren... harder!" Her ass jiggled under his hand, the red marks of his spanks starting to bloom across her pale skin.
He chuckled, the sound low and rough, his hand coming down again and again, alternating between her cheeks, each slap making her moan louder. Every strike only seemed to make her wetter, her slick folds dripping with arousal, coating her thighs. He could feel her trembling under him, her body completely giving in to the sensation. "Goddamn, Annie, you're such a slut for this, aren't you?" Eren taunted, his voice thick with amusement.
Historia, sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, giggled, watching the whole scene unfold with gleaming eyes. "Looks like someone found their new favorite thing," she teased, her voice light and playful. "Annie's never gonna be able to sit on any chair after this."
Eren laughed at that, his hand pausing mid-spank. "Maybe I'll have to keep her bent over like this all the time," he replied, grinning at Historia. The two shared a look of conspiratorial amusement as Annie squirmed beneath him, still moaning like she couldn't get enough.
"Damn right," Annie panted, pushing her hips back, her ass bouncing with every movement. "But if you think this is big..." she started, glancing over her shoulder with a mischievous smirk. "You should see Pieck's ass. That girl's got me beat."
Eren paused, his brows raising in surprise. Pieck Finger? Out of all the names he'd expected to hear, Pieck wasn't one of them. She wasn't one of his girlfriends—yet here Annie was, talking about her ass like she was already part of the harem. His cock twitched at the thought, but he wasn't going to let Annie off that easy. "Pieck, huh?" he asked, smirking. "Didn't know you had an eye on her."
Historia's laughter broke through the moment, a bright, knowing sound. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm as she watched Annie with an amused smirk. "Ohhh, I get it now," she said, her tone teasing. "So that's why you've been trying to patch things up with Pieck, huh? Always wanted to fuck her, didn't you?"
Annie's moans grew louder as Eren, without warning, slid his finger deep inside her tight, pink asshole, her whole body arching in response. "Fuck!" she screamed, her voice shaking with the intensity of it. "God... yes, Eren, more... !"
Eren grinned, pushing his finger deeper, feeling her clench around him. "So, Annie, is that it? You've been plotting this whole time to get Pieck under me, haven't you?"
Annie's moans turned to breathless laughter, her face flushed as she looked back at him. "Maybe," she panted, her hips still rocking against him, desperate for more. "And when you see her ass, you'll be thanking me."
Eren's mind wandered for a brief moment, the image of Pieck's ample ass flickering in his head. He hadn't spent much time with her, but he had definitely noticed the way her ass seemed to strain against every outfit she wore, drawing his eyes like a magnet whenever she walked by. He pictured himself buried deep inside that perfect, round ass, her soft cheeks bouncing against him, and for a second, the thought made his cock twitch. But then he looked down at Annie, her round, firm cheeks glowing red from his spanks, and he knew exactly where his focus needed to be.
He shot Historia a wink, and she immediately caught on, slipping off the bed to open a small cabinet tucked into the corner of the room. From inside, she pulled out a bottle of oil, its label barely visible in the dim light. Without a word, she handed it to Eren, a sly smile on her lips as she slid back onto the bed, positioning herself right in front of Annie.
Annie, her breathing still ragged from the finger that had been inside her moments ago, glanced back over her shoulder, confused. "What are you two up to?" she asked, her brow furrowed. But neither Eren nor Historia answered. Eren popped open the bottle, the scent of the oil filling the room, and poured a generous amount over his cock, coating his already-hard length in the slick liquid.
Historia, her eyes glinting with mischief, leaned in close to Annie, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek. "You're going to love this, trust me," she murmured, her voice soothing, though her grin betrayed the playfulness underneath. She moved back, settling on her knees in front of Annie, spreading her legs slowly. Her pussy, wet and glistening, was on full display, her fingers parting her folds as she leaned back on her elbows.
Annie was about to ask again, but before she could get the words out, a loud gasp tore from her lips as she felt the head of Eren's cock pressing against her tight, pink asshole. The oil made it slick, but the pressure of his thick cock pushing against her was intense, stretching her in a way she hadn't expected. Her hands shot forward, grabbing onto the bed sheets as her body tensed, her breathing quickening.
"Eren... fuck," she gasped, her eyes wide, her body trembling as she felt him slowly push in, her tight hole struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him. "It's...so Biggg!!" she moaned, her voice shaking with a mixture of pain and pleasure. She had never felt anything like it before—her ass clenching around his cock, her body instinctively trying to fight the intrusion, but also craving more, the feeling of being stretched pushing her into a heady mix of overwhelming sensations. "Eren... what the fuck—"
Eren's cock was thick, filling her ass inch by inch, the pressure making her head spin. Her breathing grew ragged, her fingers curling into the sheets as he pushed deeper, the oil helping him slide into her impossibly tight hole. "God, Annie," Eren groaned, his voice low and strained as her ass gripped him like a vice. "You feel so fucking good."
Annie whimpered, her body trembling as she adjusted to the size of him. The burn of being stretched so wide was intense, but the way his cock filled her, the feeling of every inch pushing inside her, was addicting. Her ass was so tight, so raw, and every nerve in her body was lit up with sensation. "Fuck... it's... it's so big," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. But she didn't pull away. She wanted more—needed more.
Historia watched the scene unfold in front of her, biting her lip, her fingers already circling her clit as she saw Annie's expression shift from surprise to desire. "Told you," she whispered teasingly, her voice a sweet taunt. "You're going to love it."
Annie moaned again, louder this time, as Eren finally bottomed out inside her, his cock fully buried in her ass. The sensation of being stretched, filled to the brim, was almost too much, but she craved the overwhelming intensity. Her hips rocked back against him, her body silently begging for him to move.
"Fuck me, Eren," Annie moaned, her voice low and desperate. "Fuck my ass... please."
Eren's cock throbbed as he buried himself inside Annie's impossibly tight ass, every inch of his shaft feeling like it was being gripped by a vice. Her walls squeezed him so tightly it was as though her body was trying to keep him trapped there, never wanting to let him leave. The pressure was overwhelming, every nerve in his cock on fire with pleasure as he felt her stretch around him, the tight heat of her asshole unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
"Fuck... Annie," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands tightened around her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin as he dragged his cock slowly out, the sensation of her clenching around him making him shudder. Annie whimpered, her body quivering at the sudden emptiness, her ass twitching as if begging for him to fill her again.
And then, with a powerful thrust, he slammed back inside, her tight hole swallowing him whole. Annie gasped, her voice breaking into a needy moan as the pleasure and pain collided in her body. "God, you're so fucking tight," Eren groaned, his cock pulsating with the sensation of her squeezing him like her life depended on it. He couldn't get enough, the feeling of her stretched around him driving him wild. He started to fuck her with deep, deliberate strokes, his hips slamming against her big, round ass as he thrust in and out, the slickness of the oil making every movement smooth and fluid.
Annie moaned like a whore, her voice shaking with every thrust, her body rocking back to meet him, her ass bouncing with the force of his movements. "Fuck... Eren... yes, fuck my ass," she panted, her hands gripping the sheets as she pushed back against him, desperate for more. Every time he pulled out, she whimpered at the emptiness, and every time he slammed back inside, she cried out in pleasure, her whole body trembling with the intensity of it.
Historia, watching with amusement and desire in her eyes, shifted forward, her legs spreading wider as she positioned herself in front of Annie's face. Her wet, glistening pussy was right there, inches from Annie's lips, and with a sly smile, Historia grabbed the back of Annie's head, pushing her face between her legs. "Serve your queen," she commanded, her voice soft but firm.
Annie didn't hesitate. Her lips immediately found Historia's slick folds, her tongue lapping at her queen's pussy with the same desperation she had shown when moaning for Eren. She worshipped Historia's pussy with every ounce of lust she had, her moans muffled as she buried her face deeper between Historia's thighs, her tongue flicking over her swollen clit, driving her queen to moan in approval.
"Oh... yes, good girl," Historia whispered, her voice full of pleasure as Annie's tongue worked over her. She grabbed Annie's hair, holding her head in place as she ground her hips against Annie's eager mouth, her slick juices coating Annie's lips and chin.
Eren, still lost in the sensation of fucking Annie's tight ass, watched the scene unfold in front of him. The sight of Historia's pussy being worshipped by Annie, the wet sounds of her tongue flicking over her queen's clit, made his cock pulse even harder. He couldn't help but groan as he picked up his pace, thrusting faster and deeper into Annie's ass. The tightness of her asshole clamped down on him with every thrust, making it almost unbearable how good it felt. "Fuck, Annie... your ass is incredible," he moaned, his hips slamming against her, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.
Annie moaned into Historia's pussy, her sounds muffled but full of lust, her body trembling as Eren fucked her harder. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, the combination of being filled by Eren's cock and having her mouth worshipping Historia pushing her closer to the edge.
Suddenly, there was movement beside them. Mikasa stirred, her eyes fluttering open, the haze of sleep still lingering as she took in the scene before her. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized what was happening—Eren was fucking Annie's ass, something he hadn't yet done with her. The sight of him pounding into Annie, the raw, animalistic intensity of it, made her body flush with heat. She crawled up to Historia, her body moving on instinct, and pressed her lips against Historia's in a hungry, desperate kiss.
Historia moaned softly into Mikasa's mouth, her free hand sliding up to tangle in Mikasa's hair as they kissed, their tongues intertwining. Annie, still buried between Historia's legs, continued to worship her queen, her moans vibrating against Historia's pussy as Eren rocked her world from behind.
Mikasa pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against Historia's as she whispered, "I want him to fuck my ass next..."
Eren's hand came down on Annie's big, round ass with a loud smack. Her skin, already flushed, turned an even deeper shade of red as his palm connected with her soft cheeks, leaving a bright handprint. Annie's moan was instant, loud, needy, a cry that only grew more desperate with each slap. "Fuck, Eren!" she gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure, the sting of his spanks driving her closer to the edge.
Eren grinned, watching the way her ass jiggled with each hit, her body trembling as he fucked her tight asshole with deep, punishing thrusts. Her moans fueled him, and he spanked her again, harder this time, his cock pulsing inside her as her walls gripped him like a vice. He could feel her ass squeezing him, her body reacting to every brutal stroke, every slap of his hand. The tightness was overwhelming, her asshole stretched around him, and the slickness from the oil only made the sensation more intense.
"Fuck, Annie, you're going to make me cum," Eren groaned, his voice rough, his hips slamming against her with such force that her body was pushed forward with every thrust. His balls, heavy and full, slapped against her, tightening with each stroke as the pleasure built into his core.
Annie's body was on fire, the pressure in her ass mixed with the stinging heat of his spanks sending her spiraling toward the brink. Her moans became frantic, her hips pushing back against him as if begging for more, for harder, for deeper. "Eren, I'm... I'm going to cum... fuck, I'm going to cum!" she screamed, her voice hoarse as the pleasure became unbearable. Every thrust pushed her closer, her body quivering as she felt her orgasm building.
In front of her, Historia's moans filled the air, her head thrown back as Annie's tongue continued to worship her pussy, flicking over her clit in desperate, eager strokes. "Annie... Mikasa..." Historia gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants as her body shook with pleasure. Mikasa, who had moved up to suck on her queen's breasts, alternated between swirling her tongue over Historia's nipples and pressing hot kisses against her skin, and then biting her nipples softly.
The room was filled with a chorus of moans, the sound of three women losing themselves to pleasure and the brutal rhythm of Eren's cock pounding into Annie's ass. His grip on her hips tightened as he felt his own climax approaching, his balls squeezing as the pressure built in his core. "Annie... fuck, I'm going to cum," he growled, his voice strained.
With one final, powerful thrust, Eren buried himself as deep as he could into Annie's tight asshole, and with a loud groan, he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside her. His cock throbbed, pulsing as he pumped load after load of cum into her, filling her completely. Annie screamed his name, her body convulsing as her own orgasm hit, her tight ass squeezing around his cock as she came hard. "Eren! Fuck, Eren!" she cried, her voice breaking as her entire body trembled with the force of her release.
At the same moment, Historia's body shook, her back arching as her own orgasm ripped through her, Annie's tongue driving her over the edge. "Annie... Mikasa... fuck, yes!" she moaned, her hips bucking against Annie's face as she came, her slick juices coating Annie's lips. Mikasa moaned against her breasts, her fingers digging into Historia's skin as she felt the tremors of her queen's climax beneath her.
All three came together, their bodies shaking as they rode out the waves of their orgasms.
Eren pulled out of Annie's ass slowly, watching as his cum dripped from her, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, trying to catch his breath, his heart racing from the exertion.
But just as he was regaining his composure, Mikasa crawled up beside him, her body glistening with sweat, her eyes dark with lust. She turned around, presenting her ass to him, her hips swaying slightly as she looked back over her shoulder with a sultry grin. "Your turn, Eren," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck my ass."
Armin - Tomorrow
The morning air was crisp as the large carriage rattled down the path, its four horses trotting steadily toward Wall Sina. The wooden wheels creaked, but the mood inside the carriage was far from tense. Hange, Armin, and a few of the scientists sat among stacks of crates filled with weapons, blueprints, and other experimental devices they planned to present to King Eren. Among the crates was the grenade Armin had finally perfected, its polished casing gleaming like a trophy in the sunlight.
Hange, seated across from Armin, was practically buzzing with excitement. Her hands waved animatedly as she made conversation with anyone who'd listen, clearly riding the high of anticipation.
"I can't believe you're finally coming along this time, Armin!" Hange grinned at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "No more hiding away in the lab like some kind of mad scientist who's afraid of fresh air! You've been promoted—field trips with the big kids now."
Armin chuckled, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. The pressure of his earlier struggles had eased, and being part of the group felt... good. He glanced out the window at the rolling fields, grateful for the change of scenery. "Yeah, well, I figured it was time. Can't let you have all the fun, right?"
Hange leaned forward, her smile widening. "Oh, definitely! Plus, you did create a working grenade, after how many explosions? I'd say that qualifies you for a promotion." She gave him a playful nudge. "You're going to love seeing the look on Eren's face when you show him this bad boy."
Armin smiled, shaking his head. "I don't know if he'll be as impressed as you think. He's probably seen way more destructive things than one little grenade."
"Oh, come on, Armin. Don't sell yourself short," Hange teased, sitting back and propping her feet on a crate. "Knowing Eren, he'll probably ask you to make one twice as big by the end of the day. He'll probably want to throw one at Marley just for fun."
The carriage jostled over a bump, and the scientists in the back let out small groans, steadying themselves as they continued to chat.
Hange turned to him with a mischievous grin. "You know, Uhr, we should probably make sure Armin's grenade doesn't end up in your hands. You'd probably pull the pin and forget to throw it."
Uhr's grumpy expression didn't change, but he lifted his gaze to Hange and, in his raspy voice, replied, "At my age, it wouldn't matter much if I threw it or not. The explosion would probably just be the highlight of my day."
Hange burst out laughing, slapping her knee, while the other scientists exchanged confused glances. Armin, smiling but lost, leaned closer to Hange and asked quietly, "Is that... funny?"
Hange grinned, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, Armin. You'll get it when you're older. Or maybe you won't—depends on how many grenades you throw in the meantime."
Armin shook his head with a chuckle, though he still wasn't entirely sure what Uhr had meant.
One of the younger scientists, Liora, leaned forward, joining in the conversation. "So, Armin, what's your secret? How'd you finally get that grenade to stop exploding in your face?"
Armin laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Honestly? Patience. And a lot of help from Hange and the others. After enough trial and error, I just... figured out what I was doing wrong."
Hange wiggled her eyebrows, leaning in. "Don't let him fool you—he's being modest. It took blood, sweat, and probably half his limbs regrowing thanks to his Titan healing. But hey, progress!"
"Hey, at least I didn't lose my head," Armin quipped, earning a laugh from the group.
"Thank goodness for that," Uhr muttered from the corner. "It's the only part of you that still seems functional."
Hange laughed uproariously again. Armin smiled but blinked a few times, unsure how to respond to that. He decided to let it slide.
The carriage jostled again as they hit another bump in the road, and Liora groaned. "Ugh, I hope it doesn't take as long to ride to Sina as last time?"
Hange grinned, stretching her arms behind her head. "Oh, you know, just a few more hours of bone-rattling bumps and sudden stops. Good for the spirit! Builds character."
Armin raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, Hange, because nothing screams 'character development' like losing feeling in my backside and considering early retirement from walking."
Hange's grin widened, not missing a beat. "Oh, come on, Armin! Maybe if you lost all feeling, you'd finally have time to think without overanalyzing. Besides, Uhr here hasn't complained once, and he's probably got a few bolts rattling loose himself."
Uhr gave a dry chuckle, adjusting his spectacles. "At my age, I'm just grateful everything still rattles at all. It's when the noise stops that you should start worrying."
Hange snorted, throwing a playful jab at Uhr's side. "See? That's the spirit, Armin. If Uhr can handle it, you've got no excuse. Maybe the bumps will loosen up those tightly wound nerves of yours."
Armin shook his head in amusement, but deep down, he was glad to be part of the team again. The weight that had been suffocating him for so long had lifted, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he was looking forward to seeing Eren.
"Wall Sina, here we come," Hange said with a grin, her excitement palpable. "And Armin, you're gonna be the star of the show."
Armin smirked, feeling a flicker of confidence. "Let's hope Eren thinks so, too."
As the carriage rolled onward, laughter and conversation filled the space, and for the first time in a long time, Armin felt like he belonged.
As the carriage bumped along the path toward Wall Sina, the conversation turned to Armin's grenade. Liora leaned forward again, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Alright, Armin, give us the full rundown. How'd you finally get that grenade to not blow up in your face?"
Armin grinned, shifting in his seat as everyone's attention turned to him. "Well, first off, the biggest problem was the fuse. I kept making it too sensitive, so it would ignite way too fast. I had to rework the entire mechanism so the detonation would happen after a proper delay. Then it was all about packing the powder correctly. Too loose, and it wouldn't explode at all; too tight, and... well, you know the rest."
"How did you test it?"
"What's there to test? Just Throw it, and it goes Kaboom." Hange added with a teasing smile.
Hange suddenly reached over and gave Armin a firm pat on the back. Only, with Hange, a pat on the back felt more like a slap.
"Oof!" Armin winced, rubbing his back as the others chuckled.
"Ah, good old Armin, finally conquering grenades and not turning himself into a human firework!" Hange teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But let's be real, you were probably more distracted by Mina than your work. What, did you have sex with her last night after I left or something? That's why you finally got it right?"
Armin's face immediately turned the color of a ripe tomato. "W-What?!" His voice cracked, and the entire carriage erupted into laughter. Even Uhr had the faintest hint of a smirk on his wrinkled face.
"I-I didn't—That's not—!" Armin stammered, his face burning. He waved his hands in protest, but the rest of the scientists were doubled over with laughter, clearly enjoying his embarrassment.
"Oh, come on, Armin," Hange said with a wicked grin, leaning in closer. "Everyone knows you and Mina are this close. It'd make sense that you got a little... inspiration last night after I left...if anything...she gave you more inspiration than Erwin ever could."
Armin buried his face in his hands, shaking his head. "You're impossible, Hange."
Liora grinned at Armin. "So, is it true, Armin? Did Mina give you a little extra 'motivation' to finish that grenade?"
Armin groaned, still blushing furiously. He could feel the heat rising up his neck and into his ears. "No! It's nothing like that! I just finally got the formula right after weeks of trying, that's all."
Hange chuckled, clearly enjoying the chaos she'd created. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, lover boy."
Still red-faced but finally finding his voice again, Armin shot back with a smirk, "You're one to talk, Hange. When was the last time you spent time with someone who wasn't a Titan or a grenade?"
The carriage erupted into laughter again, even louder this time. Hange, to her credit, threw her head back and cackled, clearly not bothered in the slightest by the roast.
"Touche, Armin, touche," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "I'll give you that one. But hey, I'll take a grenade over romance any day. They're way less complicated, and you always know when they're going to explode!"
Everyone burst into another round of laughter at Hange's ridiculous logic, and even Armin couldn't help but join in, shaking his head in amusement.
As the laughter died down, Liora leaned back, still grinning. "I have to admit, though, Armin. The fact that you kept going after so many failures is pretty impressive. I think I would've given up after the first few explosions."
"Yeah, well," Armin said, his voice more relaxed now. "I guess I'm just stubborn like that. Once I set my mind to something, it's hard to let it go."
Hange slapped him on the back again, this time less forcefully. "That's the spirit! You keep that up, and who knows what you'll invent next. Maybe a Titan-proof shield? Or a Titan-sized grenade? Oh, man, we should totally make a Titan-sized grenade!"
"Maybe we should take it one step at a time, Hange. Let's not blow up the whole city by accident."
Hange grinned wickedly. "No promises!"
Armin leaned back, finally feeling at ease.
He was definitely going to get Hange back for that comment about Mina. Eventually.
Later
Armin stood just outside the grand hall, the hum of conversation drifting through the heavy wooden doors. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his throat. This was it—he was about to present his grenade, the culmination of weeks of failure and frustration, in front of some of the most powerful people on the island: captains, commanders, Queen Historia, and, most importantly, King Eren.
He swallowed thickly, adjusting his collar as he took a few steadying breaths. No matter how much he prepared, the weight of the moment felt heavy. He'd gone over the explanation in his head a hundred times, practiced in front of a mirror, but now that the moment was here, the nerves were hitting harder than ever. His palms were slick with sweat, and he rubbed them against his pants in an attempt to calm himself down.
Suddenly, he heard the soft patter of footsteps behind him. Turning around, his heart nearly jumped into his throat again, but for an entirely different reason. Mina, walked up to him. Her presence was like a calming breeze.
"Hey, Armin," she said, tilting her head slightly as she studied his face. "You look like you're about to face a Titan with your bare hands. You alright?"
Armin's face immediately flushed, turning a bright shade of red. He opened his mouth to speak but found himself momentarily at a loss for words. Why did she have to be here right now, when I'm already so nervous? He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'm just... a little jumpy, I guess," he admitted with a sheepish smile. "This whole presentation thing has me a bit on edge."
Mina's eyes softened with understanding, and she stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. "Armin, you've got this," she said, her voice reassuring. "You're ready. You've been working hard on this, and everyone's going to see that. Just take a deep breath, okay?"
Armin nodded, though the knot in his stomach still twisted. "Thanks, Mina. I... I just don't want to mess up in front of everyone, especially not Eren."
Mina smiled at him, then without a moment's hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. The warmth of the kiss was like a shock to Armin's system, but instead of heightening his anxiety, it melted it away. His heart raced for a different reason now, and he felt a calm wash over him, as though all the tension in his body had suddenly disappeared.
When she pulled back, Mina gave him a playful wink. "Is that better?" she asked, her smile teasing but filled with genuine care.
Armin blinked, stunned for a moment, his cheeks glowing red as a goofy smile spread across his face. "Yeah," he breathed out, feeling a surge of confidence. "A lot better. Thank you."
Mina grinned, giving his hand a quick squeeze before stepping back. "Go get 'em, Armin. I'll be right here when you're done."
With a nod and that same silly smile, Armin turned and walked toward the grand doors, the weight of his nerves no longer pressing as heavily on him. His heart still raced, but this time it was filled with a quiet determination. He had this. He could do this.
Later
Armin now stood in front of the gathered captains and commanders, Queen Historia seated beside King Eren at the head of the room. All eyes were on him. He had just finished his explanation of the grenade.
Armin's voice had been steady, though his palms had stayed clammy throughout the presentation. As he reached the end of his speech, he swallowed hard, his gaze flicking toward Eren, who was watching him.
"...and that's how the grenade works. It's simple, reliable, and easy to mass-produce. With this design, our forces will have a new tool to defend themselves and take the offensive when necessary," Armin concluded, his voice clear but soft.
For a moment, there was silence. Armin's heart skipped a beat—Had he said something wrong? Did he miss a detail? But then, a slow clap started. Queen Historia was the first to applaud, her soft hands echoing in the large hall, followed quickly by Eren. The sound of their clapping spread throughout the room, soon joined by the commanders and captains, until the hall was filled with applause.
Armin felt the tension in his shoulders melt away as he straightened, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. He had done it.
Eren stood, walking forward toward Armin. His eyes softened as he approached his old friend, the crown on his head; Armin still found the sight of the crown on his head a little odd.
"Armin," Eren said, his voice low but filled with genuine admiration. "That was impressive. I knew you'd pull it off."
The words hit Armin harder than he expected. He smiled wide, nodding his thanks. "I just wanted to make sure we had something that could help... something that could really make a difference."
Eren clapped him on the shoulder. "You did more than that."
As the applause died down, Armin found himself standing taller, the weight of everything he'd been carrying lifted. The nerves, the self-doubt—it was all gone now. He had proven himself, not just to Eren, but to himself.
And as he glanced over his shoulder, he caught Mina's eye from where she stood in the back of the hall, giving him a proud smile that made his heart skip a beat all over again.
"Armin, me, Mikasa, and everyone else will gather to spend time together like we did during the Training Corps. Tomorrow is free for me, and I was wondering if you wanted to come?" Eren asked with hopeful eyes.
A bright smile engulfed his face. "Yes. I will come too. The last thing I need is more Hange." Armin answered, and Eren chuckled. The two felt like they were in the old days.
Mikasa soon joined them, and the three of them found a place away from the others to talk like they used to—like three old friends.
Now - Eren Yeager
As the afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the docks of Paradis Island, King Eren and Queen Historia stood at the forefront of their assembled military delegation. The sea breeze rustled their cloaks as they watched the ship from Hizuru sail into the harbor. Behind them stood Mikasa, Captain Levi, Commander Erwin, and other important military people.
Mikasa felt a knot tighten in her stomach as the ship's crew secured the vessel to the dock. Her grip on the hilt of her sword tightened subconsciously. The idea of meeting representatives from the outside world.
Sensing her tension, Levi stepped closer and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "Relax," he murmured quietly. "Remember, this is Eren and Historia's show. Our job is to stand guard and speak only when spoken to."
Mikasa glanced at him, her gray eyes meeting his. She gave a slight nod. "Understood," she replied, taking a deep breath to steady herself.
From a few paces behind, Kenny Ackerman lounged casually against a wooden post, his trademark hat tilted over his eyes. A sly grin spread across his face. "Well, isn't this a touching scene," he drawled. "Our little Mikasa all grown up and playing bodyguard to the King and Queen."
Levi shot him a withering look. "Not the time, Kenny."
Kenny chuckled, unfazed. "Just saying, it's like watching a couple of baby birds leaving the nest."
"Try to behave yourself for once," Levi muttered, his annoyance evident.
Before Kenny could retort, the ship's gangplank was lowered with a thud, and a procession began to disembark. Leading the group was a middle-aged woman. She wore an elegant kimono adorned with intricate patterns, and her dark hair was styled immaculately. Behind her followed a handsome young man with sharp features and a composed demeanor, and beside him walked a strikingly beautiful woman whose purple eyes were looking right at the King. Flanking them were ten guards dressed in uniforms bearing the emblem of Hizuru prominently over their hearts—A flag design dominated by a red and white color scheme. At the center of the flag is a large red circle, and inside it are three crossed katana swords, their blades facing opposite directions, forming a triangle. The swords, depicted in white, with curved blades and detailed hilts.
The woman approached with measured steps, stopping a respectful distance from Eren and Historia. She offered a deep bow, her hands folded elegantly in front of her. "Greetings," she began, her voice smooth and cultured. "I am Kiyomi Azumabito, ambassador and representative of Hizuru. It is an honor to finally meet the esteemed leaders of Paradis Island."
Eren returned the bow, his expression composed but welcoming. "Welcome to Paradis Island, Lady Azumabito. I am Eren Yeager, King of this land. This is Queen Historia Reiss-Yeager."
Historia stepped forward with a warm smile. "We are pleased to welcome you and your delegation," she said graciously. "We hope your journey was pleasant."
Kiyomi straightened, a subtle smile touching her lips. "The pleasure is ours, Your Majesties. Allow me to introduce my companions." She gestured gracefully to the young man and woman beside her. "This is Haru Tanaka," she indicated to the young man, "and this is Rosalinda Amora. They are Eldians of Hizuru and esteemed members of our delegation."
Haru stepped forward and bowed. "Your Majesties," he said respectfully, though his eyes flickered with a hint of wariness. "It is an honor to be here."
Rosalinda followed suit, her gaze briefly meeting Eren's before she lowered her eyes. "We are grateful for your hospitality," she added softly.
Eren noted their cautious demeanors but chose to put them at ease. "We are glad to have you here," he said earnestly. "We hope this meeting will mark the beginning of a prosperous relationship between our nations."
Kiyomi's eyes met his, a spark of genuine interest evident. "As do we, Your Majesty," she replied. "Our nations have much to offer one another. We are eager to learn more about your people and your land."
Behind Eren, Mikasa observed the exchange intently. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease, but Levi's hand remained steady on her shoulder, grounding her. "Remember," he whispered, "we're here to support, not to interfere."
Kenny leaned in slightly from his spot, his voice low but audible to Levi. "Quite the formal bunch, aren't they? Bet they haven't seen a proper brawl in their lives."
Levi shot him a glare. "Not everyone settles things with their fists, Kenny."
Kenny smirked. "Maybe they should start. Loosens people up."
Meanwhile, the Hizuru guards stood at attention, their eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced vigilance, and guns they had never seen before strapped to their backs.
Eren gestured toward the pathway leading from the docks. "We've prepared accommodations for you at the royal palace," he informed them. "If you'd like to rest after your journey, we can escort you there."
Kiyomi inclined her head appreciatively. "You are most kind, Your Majesty. We would be grateful for the opportunity to refresh ourselves before our discussions."
As the group began to move, Historia walked alongside Kiyomi. "I think you'll find the palace comfortable," she said warmly. "We've made arrangements to accommodate any needs you might have."
Kiyomi gave her a gracious smile. "Your hospitality is most generous, Queen Historia. It speaks volumes of your people's kindness."
Eren fell into step beside Haru and Rosalinda. "I understand this is your first time visiting our island," he remarked.
Haru nodded cautiously. "Yes, Your Majesty. We have heard much about Paradis Island."
Rosalinda glanced around, looking at the many soldiers and commanders. "It is...different from what we expected," she admitted softly. "I expected devils, with horns and tails, and full of Titans."
"Horns and tails, huh? Well, we left those back in Marley. Turns out, they're not a great look." Eren said with a friendly smile. "As for the Titans, we keep those in the basement. You're safe for now."
Rosalinda blinked, caught off guard by the dry humor. Her lips twitched before she broke into a soft giggle, her tension easing. Haru glanced at her, surprised, but he seemed to relax a little more, the atmosphere shifting just enough to let him guard down.
"But if you do see a tail, let me know. I've been looking for mine for years." His grin widened, and Rosalinda's laugh bubbled up again, brighter this time.
"You're not what we expected either," she said, eyes twinkling with newfound curiosity.
Mikasa watched the way Rosalinda was looking at Eren; she could tell she was checking out Eren, and the worst was that Rosalinda was quite beautiful.
Mikasa and Levi walked in silence. Mikasa's eyes never stopped moving, taking in every detail of the Hizuru delegation. "They seem...uneasy," she murmured.
Levi nodded slightly. "Wouldn't you be, stepping into unknown territory full of what you assumed to be devils? Just stay alert."
Kenny couldn't resist one last comment. "Friendly bunch, aren't they?"
Levi shot him a warning look. "Keep your observations to yourself."
Kenny shrugged, a sly grin on his face. "Just saying. This should be interesting."
As they approached the awaiting cars, Eren turned back to Kiyomi. "If there's anything you require during your stay, please do not hesitate to ask," he said sincerely.
"Your generosity is appreciated," Kiyomi replied. "I look forward to our discussions, Your Majesty."
Eren nodded. "As do I."
With everyone important settled into the cars, they began their journey toward the royal palace.
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