#weird's fics

You couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement, as well as a twinge of nervousness in your chest. You'd be practicing with a real titan today! You'd heard of those folks before, shifters, you believed they were called. They looked human, but could transform into titans. Most folks gave them a wide berth, but they seemed pretty harmless to you. Well, they could technically kill you, but none seem particularly inclined to do so.

And, well, the titans outside the walls were the true enemies to mankind. They ate both humans and shifters alike with the same gluttonous glee. Just because shifters could regenerate and were more likely to survive attacks, didn't mean the titans didn't pose a danger to them. Once their nape is destroyed, they're just as dead as eaten humans are.

You quickly put on your uniform, strapping down the belts and fastening them as tight as they can go before they cut off blood flow. Carefully, you strapped into your ODM gear and headed towards the training field.

Training with real titans was an extremely useful opportunity, as the cut-outs don't fight back. Though, there were rules, it wasn't a free-for-all. For one, you had to use the blunt, wooden sparring blades.

You removed the shearing blades from your ODM gear, one of the instructors double checked that you got rid of them before letting you though.

The actual shearing blades were designed to kill titans, and you weren't exactly allowed to kill the volunteer shifters. None of them would volunteer if you were just allowed to kill them. Also, multiple cadets needed to practice with them, which would be hard if they died. Of course, they also had rules protecting the cadets. For one, the titan in question was not allowed to put any cadets in their mouth, excessive force was also disallowed. The exercise was meant to be realistic, but they can't have the titan killing cadets, that also isn't helpful.

Though the volunteer shifters were allowed, encouraged even, to loom over and try to frighten cadets. Picking cadets up was also allowed, provided they don't try to squeeze them to death.

Just in case though, experienced soldiers oversaw the exercise, ready to take down the titan if need be.

You lined up with the other cadets, straining your neck to get a good look at the shifter. He was a young man, with long brunette hair and striking green eyes. An older woman, probably his mom, had a death-grip on his arm, and was speaking to Siades. He seemed bored, gazing out at the crowd around him with a deadened expression. His eyes widened when they met yours, the dead look now gone.

Confused, you looked over yourself. Did you put your pants on backwards again? You didn't see anything off about your outfit, so you looked back up. But the man was no longer staring at you, instead listening to Siades' instructions.

"While I encourage you to scare the shit out of these morons, you are not allowed to inflict any physical harm, whatsoever! Am I clear?!"

He nodded. "Crystal, sir." His voice was surprisingly a bit on the husky side, he also sounded completely dead inside.

Siades turned to you and the other cadets. "This is Eren Jaeger, he is our titan volunteer for today! The goal of this exercise is simple! You are to use your ODM gear and fight him like he's an enemy titan! Hit him with the wooden blades and he will pretend you injured him. The goal is to strike him in the nape. DO NOT USE REAL BLADES! DO NOT GET CAPTURED! DO NOT LET HIM LICK YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"SIR! YES, SIR!"

From what you understood, the nape of the neck was a very sensitive area for titans, so even in that form he would be able to feel any strike to it.

Eren stood a ways back before biting into his hand. There was a loud boom, and a flash of light, and just like that, you had a fifteen meter titan to fight. The cadets took turns, each challenging Eren one-on-one. Perhaps to make up for the fact that he wasn't allowed to kill any of you, he could use his full human-like intelligence. It was something that normal titans didn't have, but it's never good to underestimate an opponent.

It was kind of funny, how some of the highest scorers against the cut-outs were easily grabbed and licked by Eren. And so many simply froze up when it was their turn, only able to scream as he picked them up and licked them. 

…It was really good that he wasn't there to kill anyone...

Though, some did manage to hit him, one did a fake out before zipping in to hit him on the nape. He gave a low groan, rubbing the area when one cadet hit him particularly hard. As smug as you felt at the other cadets for failing, you couldn't help the shudder of your heart when it was your turn.

The titan, he loomed over you, the sun at his back, casting him and you in shadow. You only barely got out of the way when he reached for you. Adrenaline pumping, you blasted around him. Aiming for his nape, you shot forward. The breath caught in your throat as his massive, clawed hand closed around you. He easily pulled the anchors out of his body. You couldn't move your arms, both pinned by his thumb.

As his hand brought you closer to his mouth, all rational thinking left you. All you could think was that you were going to die, right here and right now. You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the end...

…

You opened your eyes, feeling the rumbling purrs of the titan as he... nuzzled you. He purred loudly, rubbing his head against your body like a fucking cat.

"Eren! Focus!" Siades shouted.

Eren growled lowly before licking you. You shivered and groaned as he gently set you on the ground. You walked away, frantically trying to get his saliva off of you.

"Ough... Gross..."

Thankfully, it wasn’t too long before it fully evaporated. He continued “sparring” with the other cadets, though he seemed a bit distracted. His emerald, cat-like eyes always found their way to you. The titan would hold a screaming and squirming cadet in his hands, look you in the eyes, and lick them. You tried to duck out of the way, but no matter where you stood, Eren’s eyes would find you.

Unfortunately, your shifting around caught Siades’ attention, and he sent you out for round two against Eren. The titan’s eyes lit up at that, if he had lips, you were certain he would’ve had a shit-eating grin. He eagerly rushed you, leaving you almost no time to get out of the way. You aimed for his achilles tendens this time. Before you could hit him, however, you were snatched out of the air once again. His large claws caught your cloak, choking you slightly. The titan dangled you in front of his face, a playful look in his eyes.

So this is really just a game for him…

He started purring, taking his time to drag his tongue across your body before setting you back down. You walked away, feeling slimy and disgusting as the steaming saliva slowly vanished. You had been excited for this exercise earlier, but now, you feel like you hate everything.

x~x

After the exercise, one of your fellow cadets approached you. You recognized the blond as Armin Arlert, well known for his intellect, not so much for his physical prowess.

“Hi! I’m Armin, one of Eren’s friends.” He had a bright smile on his face. “I couldn’t help but notice that Eren seems to have taken a liking to you.”

“Yeah…” You said, still remembering the weird purring.

“You should come and hang out with us! I promise he’s not as weird as he seems. He could just… use more friends.”

You shrugged. “Alright, fine.”

You yawned and stretched, feeling oh so… comfortable. You were swaddled in soft fur that was just absurdly comfortable. Laying there for a few moments, a dread began to creep in when you realized that you didn't have any furs. Let alone ones to sleep on. Slowly, and awkwardly, your eyes opened. The lids stuck together like they'd been glued.

With a groan, you rubbed your eyes as looked around. Chilly air clung to any part of your skin out of the furs. Shivering, you built up your resolve and got out of the fur pile. The furs had been piled around and built up like an animal's nest. A giant, animals nest. You had to exercise quite a bit of caution trying to get down from it.

Once you got a proper look at where you were, you froze to the spot.

Titans. So, so, many titans… You were completely surrounded by point-eared titans. You'd uh… heard stories about how they kill for fun, and will toy with their prey to a sadistic degree. Your mind flooded with mental images of how they would bite into their prey while it was still alive and struggling…

But… how in the world did you get here? What on Earth did these monsters want with you?

A group of them approached you, two males and one female. The larger male carried a bowl of sorts in its hands. It knelt down before you, pushing the bowl up to you like some sort of offering. Inside was a blood-red, chunky stew that had a strong, metallic smell. You looked up in confusion and the titan chirped at you, pointing to the bowl.

While you felt starved, whatever they were trying to feed you didn't look appetizing…

You tried to back away, but the titan grabbed you and set you down in front of the bowl. When you made no move to eat, it nudged you forwards towards it. After several minutes, the titan seemed to give up. It gobbled down the stew for itself before making chittering noises at the others.

You used your ODM gear to go from rooftop to rooftop. A titan had been spotted in the area. Thankfully, the area was able to be evacuated without any casualties, but the titan had yet to be found. Your heart raced as you scanned the streets.

You also had no idea how the titan had even gotten in. The other soldiers ran the length of the walls, and there weren't any breaks. You anchored onto the bell tower and began to pull yourself to the top of it, when you felt a sudden sting in the nape of your neck.

You reached up, assuming you'd been stung by a bee. Dread filled you as your fingers brushed a dart sticking out of your neck. Before you could attempt to grab it, a burning pain invaded your body and you found yourself falling limply to the ground. Before you could hit it, strong arms caught you.

"Mission success. Heh, I can finally go home…" Reiner's voice echoed though your mind as you lost consciousness.

x~x

You blinked, the sterile white ceiling slowly becoming more clear. Your mouth is dry, you feel incredibly disoriented, and uncomfortably warm. You're laying on a bed, thick leather straps holding you down.

You look around, desperate for something familiar. You spot a man with black hair, and dark circles under his eyes.

"Bertholdt?"

"Oh, you're awake." Bertholdt says. He seems so much taller with you laid out. He's… wearing an outfit you don't recognize. A strange tan suit with a bright red armband. You find yourself staring at the symbol on it, your faded mind can't seem to make sense of it…

Bertholdt's hand on your face pulls away your attention. "Hey. You're okay. You're safe."

"Where… am I?" You're slurring your words.

"You're in the hospital, undergoing treatment." He's writing on same papers.

"What're you doing?"

"Just boring grown up stuff, you just focus on resting."

You scoff. "I'm an adult too, Bert." You said, annoyed.

"Mmhmm."

"Bertholdt."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Bertholdt is just being Bertholdt, it seems.

"Nevermind…" You stare up at the ceiling. "I think Reiner might be a traitor."

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

"After I got hit by a strange dart, he caught me and said something about 'mission success.'"

"Hmmm."

"I get that he's your friend, but can you please take this seriously?"

"That's just the fever talking, doll." Bertholdt said, gently.

"No! He did something! Bertholdt, you need to-"

Reiner walked into the room, he was wearing an outfit similar to Bertholdt's. He seemed a bit surprised that you were awake.

"You're awake."

You flinched when Reiner attempted to touch you.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Fever's got them a bit paranoid." Bertholdt explained.

Reiner hummed. "I see." He sat down next to Bertholdt. "How's the paperwork coming along?"

Bertholdt groaned. "It's a lot, but I'm taking it down one page at a time." He sighed. "Who knew adoption would be so difficult."

"No kidding." Reiner said with a grimace. "You'd think they'd make it a little easier, considering we brought them the candidate they wanted."

"What?" You asked.

The two of them looked up at you, like they had forgotten you were in the room.

"The brass wanted to test some new titan serum they came up with." Reiner explained casually. "Unfortunately there aren't nearly enough human test subjects here in Marley. Well, not ones that they could use without consequences. So, we picked you up off the 'uninhabited' island of Paradis."

Mouth agape, you looked over at Bertholdt, who shrugged.

"That's about the gist of it." He elbowed Reiner. "Though I don't know why you decided to tell our child that." He hissed.

"They deserve to know." Reiner said calmly. "Not like they can do anything now, anyway. There's no cure for the infection. And besides, when they see how much we're going to spoil them, they'll be so thankful that they'll grovel at our feet."

Living with Eren was… difficult to say the least.

You sat awkwardly as Eren purred and groomed you. His rough tongue felt like he was trying to scrape away your skin, but you remained silent. He didn't quite like when you rejected his attempts to groom you. He didn't hit or yell at you, he just got really sad and would cry and slink away.

He seemed to groom your nape the most, regularly leaving a sticky, disgusting smelling wet spot behind your head.

When you weren't being smothered in tongue kisses, he'd rub against you, or sit at a distance and slow blink at you. Through trial and error, you've learned that the best response is to slow blink back. Though, this usually put him into a cuddling mood.

You still weren't sure how to turn him down when he wanted to play fight. Running made him chase you. Fighting back just encouraged the behavior, and pulling on his whiskers did nothing to discourage him.

Well… at least he was apologetic when you got hurt. And he'd lighten up for a while, but still, nothing made him realize that you didn't want to spar with him. At least not like that.

Not to mention the fact that you had to convince him that you couldn't eat raw meat. That trying to would make you deathly ill. Thankfully, he opted to let you cook food for yourself.

Still… no matter how you prepared it, it all had the same… fleshy taste and texture. You could only wonder if you'd caught something all the way out here, in the unknown. Something that messed with your senses and ability to tell time.

Nothing ever made sense here.

But you could never quite figure out why.

You looked around, snow continuing to billow in all directions. The cold numbed the bruises from the car crash, but you didn't recognize where you were at all. There were too many trees, and none of the buildings looked even vaguely familiar. They were too, medieval looking…

You spotted a figure somewhere out in the freezing white and called out, running after them. Unfortunately, you tripped and fell face-first into the snow. You quickly righted yourself, spitting the frozen slush out, but now your face was burning. You paused on your knees, hands deep in the snow. You could faintly feel something squirming in the soft dirt beneath.

A sharp pain has you recoiling. There's a small red spot forming on your hand, but the snow piles up too quickly for you to spot the culprit.

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

You look up, shocked. None of than Grisha Jaeger looking down at you. He took your hand, carefully examining it.

He hummed. "That's a nasty bite. We need to get you inside right away." Not waiting for a word from you, he tugged you to his side, opening his coat partially wrapping you in it. You were surprised by how warm he felt, but that could've just been how cold you were.

Grisha carefully herded you to his house, before all but shoving you inside. He basically dragged you to the dinner table, and sat you down, stripping his coat off. He almost seemed a bit flushed, but that was likely his body warming up. You watched Grisha as he dug through his medical bag. He seemed to be making an odd noise. If you didn't know any better, you would've said he was purring.

"Who are you?"

You turned around, finding Eren right in your face. His eyes were narrowed with suspicion. You weren't sure what was more alarming, Eren being an adult while Grisha is alive, or the strange white hairs sticking out of his face. They brush your skin, almost like they were curious.

"That's your new little sibling, give them some space, Eren."

You looked back at Grisha in alarm. Too shocked to say anything, you sat in silence as Eren sulked away. Grisha pulled a jar of some kind of ointment out of his bag and walked back over to you.

"This should help with that bite." He took a little and spread it over the painful red mark. A cool sensation took over, and the pain and redness faded quickly.

You opened your mouth, about to say something- anything to Grisha. Then, he interrupted you.

"Are you hungry? It's late, but I'm sure Carla won't mind making a little something for you to have before bed."

You held the lantern above your head, squinting as you stared out into the snowy abyss. It was no use, the falling snow was too thick, you could barely see past your own nose. The firewood sat heavily on your back, you readjusted yourself. You pulled your scarf up higher, pulling your hood as low as it'd go. The snow crunching under your boots was the only indication you had that you were moving forwards, your feet had long since gone numb from the cold. You could only keep going forwards, until you had reach some sort of destination.

x~x

Grisha stood outside the cabin, giving the door another firm knock. He called his patient's name, but received no answer. He hummed, his limbs beginning to ache from the cold.

Were they not home?

He looked around. Grisha hoped they wouldn't be out and about in this weather. He stepped away from the cabin. The snow lightened a bit as he looked around, he spotted a shape half buried by the snow. Dread pooled in his stomach as he got closer to it.

It was them, they had collapsed and were now half buried by the snow. Frantic, he dug them out. They were freezing and unconscious.

Hmm. It seems he'd need to advance his plans. He was going to wait on it for a bit longer, but with this opportunity laid out in front of him.

Why waste it?

x~x

Groaning, you slowly came to your senses. You were swaddled in blankets and laid in front of the fireplace. With some effort, you managed to sit up. You looked around, you weren't in your cabin. You… didn't recognize this place at all. Dr. Jaeger sat down next to you, he pressed a warm cup into your hands.

"I found you half buried in the snow." He said. "You'd been out for most of the day, how are you feeling?"

"I'm warming up, thank you." You sipped the drink, it was tea.

He nodded at you, smiling. "Good. Carla's making dinner, do you think you'll be able to eat anything?"

"Maybe a little." It was very generous of him to offer you some food, but you weren't entirely sure how much you could eat at the moment.

"Very well. I'll be sure to set aside a plate for you." He got up, and walked over to his wife.

Snuggled up in the blankets, you relaxed until he called out that dinner was ready.

Feeling a bit reluctant, you shed the blankets. The air was slightly cool, but it wasn't the bitter cold that buried you earlier. When you sat at the table, you noticed the golden oranges of sunset. It was going to get dark very soon. You hoped that Dr. Jaeger wasn't planning on keeping you for too long.

You quickly ate your small portion of stew, gulping down the water you were offered.

"Well, if I knew you'd be that hungry, I would've made more." Mrs. Jaeger joked.

You chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I appreciate the dinner, but I really need to get going."

"Where are you going at this hour?" Dr. Jaeger asked, raising a brow. "It's going to get dark soon."

"Uhh, home. I need to go home."

The four of them looked at you like you grew an extra head.

"What do you mean, 'go home?'" A dark haired woman with a faded red scarf asked.

"I think the cold scrambled their brains a bit." A young man with long, dark brown hair leaned over and whispered to her.

Dr. Jaeger calling your name caught your attention. "You are home." He said simply. The look in his eyes gave you chills.

"Oh, right." You laughed it off. "I think he's right." You gestured to the brunette. "The cold must've scrambled my head a bit. Silly me!"

"What's his name?" Dr. Jaeger asked, his glasses taking on an ominous glare.

"Pardon?"

"The young man you gestured to, what's his name?"

"Well… I'm not very good at names, ya know…"

"I think you would be able to remember the name of your own brother."

You got up. "I'm going to go lie down for a bit."