APieceofCrazy

"Don't lose sight in what matters." She whispered in my ear. Her fingers brushing my hair from my tear filled eyes. "You're beautiful,don't ever forget it." I held onto her hand as she pulled away. "Thanks." i was able to mumble. She disappeared into the darkness and never came back.

You hurried after Hanji and Mike. It was time for the trial to begin and you three had been sent to escort Eren to the courtroom. Hanji open the door and began to walk down the stairs to the basement “So, you’re Eren… It’s time to come out.” Hanji said as she unlocked the door to his cell. Eren looked up at you and he could feel a blush creep on to his cheeks when you gave him a smile. He nodded and began to get up. When he was in front of you Hanji held up a pair of handcuffs and laughed nervously. “But you’ll have to wear these.” She said. Eren sighed but turned around as she put the hand

The tavern was unusually crowded that night. Never had you seen so many soldiers in one place, fifty uniforms all emblazoned with the blue and white Wings of Freedom. They belonged to the Survey Corps, and had returned once again from another (presumably) failed expedition. They had suffered heavy losses as usual, and many were here to forget the trials they had been through. Some, however, were bolder, openly celebrating their success of returning in one piece. One such soldier was drunkenly boasting his skills, claiming he had killed fifty Titans unassisted. “Tch, yeah right,” you said under your breath, rolling your eyes at th

It’s been three months since I started my new job at the Daily Titan, a newspaper company. Needless to say, these last few months has been nothing but exhausting. The whole organization of this company was beyond weird like nothing I’ve ever seen or heard of. The company is led by the CEO, Dallis Zacklay, and is organized into three main branches. I don’t know who came up with the corny names for these but there’s the Military Police who’re the top dogs of the company and makes all the important decisions. In my opinion, they’re more like a bunch of arrogant jerks that sits in their offices all day and talk

The familiar chatter of rowdy voices were extra loud today to which you were extremely thankful for. They somewhat helped to distract your cluttered mind. You were currently making a desperate sprint to the stables after a rough night of restless sleep, if one could call it that. You had been tossing and turning all night after what Levi and Eren had proclaimed to you earlier on that very same evening. Your lips stung with a feeling you had never felt before. Grazing slim fingers over your lips as you continued to make a run for it, you recalled the clear visions both Levi and Eren kissing you passionately and intimately. You had woken up wi

"Corporal knows French?" You stared at Connie incredulously, you jaw slightly agape. Connie, satisfied with your response, leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head. A shit-eating grin spread across his face, and he responded with a haughty tone: "Eyup. I heard him the other day, he was cursing in french at something that had gotten on his boot." Beside you, Reiner chuckled, the sound deep and low and reverberating up your spine. "Yeah right, Connie, you little weasel. How do we know you aren't lying?" Connie sat forward, his face enraged. "I'm not lying!" he exclaimed. "It's true!!" Jean looked less than convinced. "Re

"You're filthy." Rivaille looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with discontent at your current state. Mud caked your boots, your shirt and jacket clung to your skin like a second skin. Your hands were scraped, and there was a bruise beginning to bloom on your temple. "What the hell happened to you?" Rivaille hissed, seizing your arm and bringing it up to his face to inspect the blood running down your wrists from the lacerations on the heel of your palms. "I banged into a tree." You muttered, feeling a little ashamed of yourself now. Yet, despite the current situation, you found yourself smiling with amusement at Rivaille's annoyance. "W