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Now - Eren Yeager
"Can you believe we actually made it here?" Eren's voice carried a soft wistfulness, almost swallowed by the breeze. The sand shifted beneath their feet as they stood before the vast stretch of ocean, distant from the anchored ships bobbing lazily in the tide.
After fending off the last of the Marleyan resistance and tying up lingering matters, Eren had finally found a moment to just breathe. The ocean—once only a dream—was real now. It stretched endlessly before him, and for once, he let himself take it in.
"I always believed we'd reach it," Armin replied, his grin wide enough to hurt. "It's just like the books said it would be." His eyes sparkled with boyish wonder. They weren't alone in their awe. Mikasa, Jean, Marco, and the others had drifted toward the shore, each lost in the spell of the sea.
Mikasa stood quietly beside Eren while Armin chatted with Mina, who was clearly mesmerized by the crashing surf. The rise and fall of the waves was hypnotic—strange, beautiful, alive.
Eren stared into the shimmering blue, wondering if it was possible to ever grow tired of such a view. Without a word, he kicked off his shoes, drawing a few puzzled glances as he strode forward barefoot. Cold water nipped at his skin, and he winced, but didn't stop.
"Oi, Eren! What are you doing?" Jean called out, exasperation in his tone. Still, he followed, dragging the others with him until they were all splashing through the shallows.
"It's freezing!!" Sasha squealed, flushing with embarrassment as everyone laughed. The sand squeezed between her toes, and she knelt to pick up tiny, brightly colored shells gleaming in the tide.
"It's salty!" Jean gagged, spitting out a mouthful as the others chuckled. Connie, grinning like an idiot, hurled himself into the waves.
"You dumbass, Connie!" Floch barked, looking ready to throttle him as Connie surfaced, soaked and grinning like a lunatic.
"Eren, look!" Armin's voice rang out, filled with awe. He held something cupped in both palms—a large white shell, gleaming like porcelain.
"That's beautiful," Eren said quietly. "You should keep it." Armin nodded. Behind them, Jean, Marco, Sasha, and Connie turned their splash war into a full-on water brawl while Floch screamed at them like an angry nanny.
Off to the side, Annie stood apart from the others. She had seen the ocean before; to her, it wasn't some mystical horizon, just another massive, restless body of water. But watching the others stumble around in wide-eyed amazement—especially seeing Eren laugh—was... amusing. Warm, even. And that warmth brought guilt in its wake.
She still carried the weight of that conversation with Eren—about Pieck, about the Curse. He'd promised her she wouldn't die young. And even though Pieck wouldn't meet her gaze without glaring daggers, at least she was still breathing. That had to mean something. But as the memories crowded in—Dina restored, Bertholdt's death and the way his voice broke screaming her name—the guilt sharpened.
Every time Eren smiled at her, it cut deeper. Her role in the fall of Wall Maria. His mother's death. Bertholdt's final moments. She hadn't had a choice when Reiner cornered her that day. But excuses didn't make her any less guilty. Deep down, she believed she didn't deserve forgiveness. Or love. And if Eren ever knew everything...
She'd begged Commander Erwin not to tell him. So far, he'd kept her secret. She trusted he would—as long as she played her part.
But the fear lingered: if Eren found out, would he kill her? Or worse—abandon her completely? That thought filled her chest with a cold, unbearable ache. Her hands trembled despite the sunlight. She didn't want this fragile peace to end. She wanted time. Maybe, selfishly, even a family of her own—with him.
Then came the crunch of approaching footsteps and the one voice she'd rather have drowned out with the waves.
"You always stand so far off, like you're allergic to fun," Zeke said, wearing his usual fake grin.
"What do you want?" she said flatly, barely turning to acknowledge him.
"Ouch. No warm welcome?" Zeke teased. Annie flexed her fingers, jaw tightening. He seemed to take the hint.
"I was just curious," he said, more carefully now, "about what Eren was like in the Training Corps. You were there with him, after all."
Annie narrowed her eyes. Of all people to ask about Eren, why her? Armin knew him best. Even Mikasa. Why not them?
"Why are you asking?"
Zeke's voice stayed pleasant, but there was a glint behind it. "I just want to understand my little brother. You tell me what he was like... and maybe I can convince Pieck to have a real conversation with you."
Annie's expression froze. She'd wanted that chance—to talk with Pieck again—ever since that first cold encounter in the holding cells. Pieck wouldn't speak to her unless it was to threaten her. Still, Annie hesitated. Zeke wasn't exactly trustworthy.
"Why would she listen to you?" Annie asked sharply.
He shrugged. "Let's just say I've got something she wants. Information. And if she wants it, she'll talk. She's angry, sure—but she's not stupid."
Annie didn't like the angle, didn't like the way he maneuvered the pieces. But the temptation was there. The Training Corps memories weren't anything special anyway. At least, nothing that could hurt Eren. Probably.
"I'll think about it," she said at last, turning away.
Zeke's eyes lingered on her back, but she didn't stop walking. Her thoughts tangled behind her eyes—heavy, unsure. She didn't know what his real game was.
But she knew better than to trust the Beast.
Later
"Alright, that's enough messing around," Levi called out toward the water. Eren turned in the surf just in time to see everyone immediately start heading back. Mikasa waited near the edge for him to finish slogging through the shallows, then the two of them winced their way across the hot sand, soles burning, as they joined the rest of the group gathering inland.
"If this is where we're setting up for the night, I guess it's time to get moving," Hange announced, sounding genuinely disappointed as she stared at the massive conch shells cradled in her hands. "Levi, get our tent up." He gave a brief nod, walking a bit farther from the shore before getting to work.
"Sasha, Jean, Connie—you're on meal duty," Hange continued, her tone sharp now. "Armin, Floch, keep an eye on Sasha and make sure she doesn't eat half the rations. Stay ready to transform if anything unexpected happens. Mikasa, start collecting wood for the fire. Jean, check on the horses. Eren... do whatever."
A chorus of "Got it!" and "Yes, ma'am!" rippled through the group, and they all began moving with purpose.
Jean muttered under his breath, "Do whatever you want, huh? Of course, Eren gets a free pass." Eren ignored him.
"Well, he is the King, duh, be careful, Jean. If he wants to, he can order you to dance in front of the entire Survey Corps." Connie suggested, earning a giggle from Sasha.
"Like HELL!!"
"There were some trees over that way, west," Mikasa said as she tugged her boots back on. "Let's head there."
"Alright," Eren replied, his eyes scanning the activity around camp. Armin stood with arms folded, looking thoughtful. Jean was already headed for the horses. Connie teased Sasha as she rummaged through a food pouch. Hange had flopped down on the sand beside Levi, who, having already pitched their tent, lay beneath it with an arm over his eyes, ignoring everything.
Eren left his boots behind and caught up to Mikasa, who held a machete loosely in one hand. When he reached her side, she shoved a burlap sack into his arms without a word.
They walked quietly along the shoreline, only the sound of waves breaking nearby filling the silence.
"I'd run on this beach every day if I could," Mikasa said, softly enough that the sea nearly drowned her out.
Eren turned his head to her. "Think it'd help?"
"To keep me sharp."
"You don't need that. You're already stronger than the rest of us."
She glanced over at him, her face unreadable, and dipped her head slightly. "Thanks."
For a while, the only sound was the rhythm of surf. They eventually reached a bend in the coast, and a rocky rise jutted up to their right, the cliffs about thirty feet high, blocking any view of camp behind them.
"Think there's a way up there?" Eren asked. "Or do trees even grow this close to the ocean?"
"I'm not sure. If we're going to climb, we'd need equipment... and I don't see an easy path."
"Wait. Look over there." Eren pointed further down the beach. Something lay sprawled at the base of the cliff, large and sun-bleached. He broke into a jog, Mikasa following right behind.
It was a thick, dried-out log, half buried in the sand.
"Think this'll work?" he asked.
But Mikasa was already swinging the blade, splintering it expertly. "Yeah. It's dry, and if we keep the fire small, this'll burn for hours."
Eren opened the sack and waited, letting her finish breaking it down. He didn't offer to take the machete—he knew better. Instead, he crouched beside her and began packing the chopped wood into the bag in silence.
Once she was done, Mikasa set the machete down on the sand and sank beside Eren, who was still loading split logs into the rough burlap sack. Sweat clung to her skin, trailing from her hairline down the curve of her neck.
"It's scorching," Eren commented, knowing full well she'd never say it herself.
"Mhm. It is."
"A dip in the ocean sounds really good right about now."
Mikasa glanced at him briefly before turning her gaze toward the waves. Eren rose to his feet, brushing sand off his hands. Mikasa got up too, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.
"We should head back. They'll be waiting for this firewood to cook whatever Sasha managed to catch."
Eren frowned. "We brought enough food for everyone. Why bother with more?"
"It's for later," she said simply. "No rush, but it'll be needed eventually."
"It's still early," Eren pointed out. "And everyone's already eaten." He looked out at the sea, shirt half-unbuttoned. "We've got time."
"Eren..." she murmured, shaking her head, but he had already peeled off his shirt.
"Mikasa," he echoed mockingly with a smirk, turning toward her with nothing but teasing in his eyes. "What? You scared of the water?"
"Scared? Of the ocean? Of course not."
"Then come on," he challenged, stepping backward toward the water. "Captain Levi's passed out. No one's gonna say a thing." He tugged open his waistband, letting his pants fall until he stood in just his underwear. Mikasa's cheeks flushed as she tried to look anywhere else.
"I'm betting the others will be swimming by the time we get back," he added, reaching for her wrist and guiding her closer to the water's edge, where the waves lapped hungrily at the sand before slipping back again.
"Eren..." she tried again, voice low.
He let go and turned from her, stripping off the last of his clothes before plunging into the surf.
"Shit, that's cold!" he bellowed, like he was about to charge a Titan. Once waist-deep, he turned around, treading against the push of the water with his arms. "Come on already!"
"You're getting too far out!" Mikasa shouted from the shore. "What if there's something in there? A sea monster or something—just come back!"
"Too far?" Eren laughed. "I can still touch the bottom! And if something does come for me—I'll just transform and eat it before it eats me."
Mikasa stood at the edge of the water, eyes flicking between the crashing waves and Eren's ridiculous grin as he floated unsteadily, waves jostling him back and forth. His hair clung to his forehead, droplets running down his bare chest. The sea swirled around him, turning the light bronze with the silt he kicked up underfoot.
"Are you coming or not?" he shouted, grinning like a boy who'd just stolen an apple from a market stand.
Mikasa rolled her eyes and kicked off her boots. Her shirt was already clinging to her with sweat, so she stripped it off, revealing the snug black wrap she wore underneath. Eren whistled.
"About time," he said, "I was starting to think I'd have to fight the ocean by myself."
"You'd lose," she said flatly, stepping into the water. The first wave hit her knees and she winced. "Damn, it is cold."
"Told you."
When the water reached her waist, she dove forward awkwardly, surfacing with a loud gasp as the salt stung her eyes and filled her mouth. "Ugh! Disgusting," she spat, shaking her head.
"You okay?" Eren asked, trying to tread water, only for a wave to tip him sideways and nearly send him under.
"I'm better than you," she said smugly, even as her flailing strokes betrayed her own lack of technique. She managed to get closer to him and swatted water in his face.
"Hey!" Eren coughed. "This is a sacred moment, Mikasa! Don't desecrate it!"
"You said to come in, not to go easy on you."
They splashed and half-swam, half-sank around each other for a few minutes, laughing more than either had in days. The waves pushed them together and pulled them apart, salt in their eyes and sand under their nails. Neither of them could really swim, not well, but they stayed close to where they could still touch the bottom if they needed. Mikasa dove under, then came up beside him and dragged him down by the ankle.
Eren surfaced sputtering. "You're trying to kill me."
"Not yet."
Eventually, the cold got to them both. Their fingers were pruny, lips salty. Eren called it first.
"Let's head back," he said, wiping water from his brow. "Before you actually drown me."
Mikasa didn't argue. They made their way back, struggling with the tide dragging at their legs, laughing and panting. By the time they reached the shoreline, both were dripping and exhausted, their chests heaving. The sun was blazing, warming their wet skin instantly. Mikasa dropped onto the sand, breathing hard, while Eren collapsed next to her, his hair plastered to his scalp, salt glistening on his chest.
He turned his head to look at her. "You're smiling."
"I am not."
"Yeah, you are."
She turned to look at him—and that's when he kissed her. It wasn't soft. It wasn't careful. His mouth was hot and hungry, tasting of the sea and sun, and it caught her completely off guard. Her lips parted with a sharp intake of breath—"Mmmh!"—a soft moan slipping out between them.
"Eren... someone could see us," she breathed as his hand slid down her soaked side.
"No one's coming this far. They're busy." His fingers had already found the top button of her pants and popped it loose. "Besides, even if they did... let them watch."
"Eren—" she gasped as he rolled over, pressing her down into the warm sand, his weight firm and familiar on top of her. His mouth found her throat, kissing, nipping, and she tilted her head back with a groan, her legs parting instinctively beneath him.
"Fuck," he whispered, tugging at the hem of her pants. "I need you."
"We just swam—what if—" But the rest was lost as he slid her pants down over her hips, then pulled them off completely. Her wrap was soaked and see-through now, clinging to her breasts, her nipples hard and obvious through the thin material. Eren's eyes darkened.
He yanked his own underwear down, his cock already hard, water and sweat glistening on the thick shaft. It bounced free, heavy and ready—nine inches of heat and want. Mikasa's eyes flicked down, and she bit her lip.
"You're really doing this here?"
"Here," he said, already lowering himself between her legs.
They'd done this dozens of times before. In beds. Against trees. In the dark. In silence. But this—bare, bold, under the open sky and salty breeze—this was different.
She didn't resist as he pushed her thighs apart, kissing down her stomach, mouthing at her navel before sliding down to kiss the soft skin just above her mound. She shuddered.
"Eren, we don't have time—"
He grinned. "We'll make time."
He slid two fingers inside her—she was wet already, from more than just the sea. Her body knew him too well, had long since learned to crave his touch. She moaned, louder than she meant to, and her hands fisted in his damp hair as his mouth followed the path of his fingers, tongue flicking, tasting, teasing.
"God—fuck—Eren," she gasped, arching her hips up into him.
And then—he was over her again, cock in hand, rubbing the thick head through her slick folds before pushing forward. She tensed—then relaxed with a loud moan as he sank into her, stretching her full with one smooth, practiced thrust.
"F-fuck, you feel so damn good," he grunted, holding himself deep inside her. He kissed her again, swallowing her breath, hips moving slowly at first, letting her adjust.
"Harder," she whispered against his mouth. "Don't hold back."
He didn't.
Eren began to thrust harder, sand shifting beneath their bodies, their skin slick and salted. Mikasa clung to him, her legs wrapped tight around his hips, heels digging into the small of his back. Each stroke slammed her deeper into the sand, her cries muffled only by his mouth, his hand, his shoulder.
"You're so tight—fuck—I'll never get tired of this," he growled, teeth gritted.
"Eren—ahh, yes—yes—right there—" Mikasa's voice broke into whimpers as his cock pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips so hard they'd bruise.
The sea roared behind them. Above, gulls cried, uncaring.
Their world shrank to the heat between them, the desperate rhythm, the way their bodies knew every inch of each other by now but still felt new. Mikasa's orgasm hit suddenly, her nails raking down his back, body spasming under his weight as she bit down on her knuckle to keep from screaming.
Eren felt her clench tight around him and snarled into her neck. "Gonna cum—fuck—gonna—"
She reached up, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him into a kiss as he slammed into her one final time and came hard, cock twitching deep inside her, warmth flooding her in heavy pulses.
They stayed like that, tangled and breathless, for a long moment. Waves lapped at the shore a few feet away, but the world was quiet now, soft.
Mikasa finally whispered, "Now we really need to go back."
Eren grinned against her shoulder. "Yeah. After a few more minutes..."
*
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Later, they dusted as much sand as possible from themselves and dressed each other. Once Eren hoisted the wood to his back again, Mikasa took Eren's hand in one of hers and carried her boots in the other. Eren found the machete where it had landed a few feet away, and slowly, they made their way back to the large camp.
Sasha was clearly angry that they'd taken as long as they had. "We could have been roasting the meat for an extra hour! It is better if it is on a low heat for a longer time! It makes the fat melt! Where did you go for the firewood?! All the way back to Trost?!"
Jean's face fell when he saw that Eren was holding Mikasa's hand.
"Hurry up and build the fire!" Sasha wiped the drool from her chin. "I want to roast the meat!"
It took a little while for the party to start and for the food to be served, including the alcohol, which included beer and wine.
As they all ate dinner, the large camp boomed with noise. Everyone was in high spirits despite knowing the entire world wanted them dead. That night, they all celebrated together, celebrating their greatest achievement yet: They had reached the Ocean.
Despite initially being a little hesitant, Annie joined them, while Levi and Mike watched Pieck and Zeke all the time.
While Eren wished Historia and Ymir were with them, he knew how important it was for her to stay back at the mansion. One of them needed to be there to lead the people. They couldn't just decide to vanish and leave the ruling to other people.
As they all celebrated, Erwin suddenly raised his glass of wine higher than everyone else's; the entire camp, including the Military Police, fell silent while Erwin looked at Eren.
"I Want to raise this toast for Eren Yeager. Our King. The man who give us all hope even when we all thought that it was over, the one who gave us all a second chance, not just to live, but to be happy, to enjoy our life with those that we love. The one who managed to save Trost. The one who showed us the Truth when our previous king was telling Lies. I want to thank Eren Yeager, the King of The Eldians, for giving, All of Us. HOPE. To Eren Yeager!!"
"TO EREN YEAGER!!" The Beach boomed with their voices, roaring all as one, and Eren couldn't help but feel like he was flying, the way people looked up to him. He knew he would do everything to protect his people.
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