Art Deco

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Relationship: Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager
Characters: Mikasa Ackerman, Eren Yeager
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Universe, Explicit
Sexual Content, Making Up, Sexual Tension
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-03-06 Words: 2,591 Chapters: 1/1
 Art Deco
by Grateilyn

Summary

She wasn't shocked anymore to think that he would find her eventually. She never expected
to hide anymore from him. Always knowing her places, knowing where her scent is buried.
Consuming every part of her to him.

Notes

これをすごく急いで作ったので、楽しんでいただけると嬉しいです！
 Ⅰ. You're not mean, you just want to be seen

Mikasa can’t understand and asks herself sometimes why is the world always so cruel to
them. All the people accepted their last breath; she could almost feel it from the people,
family, and even the children; that she also has. It wasn’t their fault for living in such a
hateful place where there was no one to trust and believe in.

Ever since that day when someone pulled her up to that stage when she was finding where
the place to run and bring back the red fabric around her neck that asked her to pledge her
soul to be ready when she is in her former time, never-ending knew that it was a trick.

Yelena might still be up to something again. I could never trust that woman even leading on
the verge of my mind. Never quite the same for the alliances they hoped for, perhaps they
called themselves one. An urge the others would misunderstand, many reasons why I think
that Zeke is somewhere around. Most likely he would be out there, Though thinking about
benefiting from why it will be more dangerous if everyone is enhanced.

But my question remains that doesn’t have an answer, where is everyone? Where are Armin
and the others? Most likely, where is he too? Especially after that scene where I tried to get
rid of my mind. Focusing on the mission of finding them and the hurtful words that won’t get
out of my head. Even through my sleep, I can’t change it.

Walking away and trying to find the others, feeling the weight of loneliness consume in every
hall that she had already stepped on, in every door she opened and walked out from. she still
can’t find any of them. What is going on, Where are they? They can’t be in the cell again,
right? All of them have already escaped.

She knows that running around won’t do much for her. The clock always struck ahead of her
when she was walking silently, even after the death of her friend, Sasha. A sister she almost
looks up to. How many more shreds could I kill with my own hands? Will death take me to?
It will take a lot more time, but I guess it was already decided. Fate still hurts. It still really
hurts.

She almost feels peaceful, not letting memories get into her mind that her dreams had sworn
her to never hurt her, and run away again. Until she felt loneliness swallow her in every
direction again. It wedges into the light that almost feels like the presence that feels of
insecurity that can eat you alive.

Every once in a while, where can it dream again, knowing how much it was already a blinded
goal with no one to hold on to? There was no price for the sacrifice that they used to call. One
day, just one day. They will all feel the shredded sacrifice that they took away from her and
her little angel.

No bright light can even shine the pain away; not even hope can deny any fool to understand
the grief that suffered. Between the shackles of chains on their wrists, alive and unwell,
persevering that won’t allow them to move.

The undying shed that is already built is far away from anyone who isn’t safe on what can be
lived for. More or less, it always seems that it was her fault. She knows it was them who did
it. She knows how much they wanted to get rid of them, in the conscience of freedom they
called. perhaps another misunderstanding.

Growing tired of trying to find them. It was almost turning dark outside after all. The gray of
it still has its beautiful scenery with birds flying around towards the sky, an afternoon that
will turn dark soon.

Mikasa underestimated herself thinking of every place she could calm herself down. might
think the discussions but certainly, her mind still collapses from the previous headache she
felt a while ago and told her to hold back. Feelings that don’t justify what she felt supposed to
feel for not telling the truth to him.

Or so she thought.

ⅠⅠ. You want in but you just can't win

Looking through the past again, where there was no torture, no screams of any innocence.
Was it truly hard to understand that she almost forgot that they weren’t always called the
word innocence? Or was she wrong again and assumed from the precious memories that
happened to be showing up in her mind right now?

From the monsters, they took it away from her. Mikasa wishes she was there and been with
them, with the family she lost, and after years again to know it happened once more, until the
end. In the past, from what she could remember that day, the family of Yeagers took her in,
and it was also that day by the part where her real family died and bled in a cabin that she
used to call home.

There is a match of a sudden piece that will tear in half, by the bound that tied them both into
that has already placed them in a lying direction. It had taken years for her to understand that
everything was just the way it was. Another ordinary game that will start sooner.

A playful game that she wants to hide away from the people she cares about. It was another
play that she couldn’t run, a game that she will always remember forever. It doesn’t matter if
she denied it. He already had decided on the game they were about to play.

It’s a bother to know what could happen anytime if you can tell that it will never end. It was
the truth, that the truth could not be lost. It can never end. She could never end it. He will
make sure of it.
Of course where she was right now, in a place that made her mind at ease. Mikasa let her
mind order her and decided to go back to her room where there was no chance that it would
make her feel better from the secrets of insecurities around people who never knew about it.

Hidden desire they both know only about, it was only the two of them who know it, she is the
only one who hides it from everyone. They both knew it wasn’t a mistake, the only mistake
they ever made was they almost got caught, though that was the reason he claimed every
single thing around her.

What would people think of her if they found out? The others, her friends, if they found out
she was also yearning for his touch. The desire he craved for her was so passionate to the
point no one could ever take her away. it will be only him and always him, forever.

He told her things that made her forget about what he said that day, at the table where she and
Armin tried to stop him. The way his hands willingly wrapped around her body made for a
time when there was no one watching them.

She wasn't shocked anymore to think that he would find her eventually. She never expected
to hide anymore from him. Always knowing her places, knowing where her scent is buried.
Consuming every part of her to him.

He will come here later and she needs to get ready for the games that they are about to play.

ⅠⅠⅠ. You put your life out on the line

Eren and Mikasa's long-awaited reunion began with a tense silence. The weight of their past
grievances hung heavily in the air as they faced each other across the room. Neither of them
knew how to begin, or if they even wanted to. The memories of their last encounter, when
Eren had seemingly betrayed her, still stung. But something about the way he looked at her
now, with a mix of anger, regret, and desire, made her heart race.

She took a step forward, her eyes never leaving his. Eren's pupils dilated, mirroring her own
reaction. With each step they drew closer, their bodies brushing against one another, igniting
a spark of desire they had both been trying to ignore. When their lips finally met, it was with
a passion that surprised even them.

Eren's tongue darted out, seeking entry into her mouth, and Mikasa eagerly granted him
access. His hands found their way to her hips, lifting her up onto the nearby table. The
position made her feel small and helpless, but also strangely aroused. She could feel his
erection pressing against her, and she knew that she wanted it inside her.
As if sensing her need, Eren roughly pulled her pants down, revealing her bare bottom. With
a growl, he positioned himself between her legs and thrust forward, burying himself to the
hilt in one forceful motion. The pain was exquisite, but she knew it was only a precursor to
the pleasure that was to come. His possessive, dominant movements drove her wild, and she
arched her back, urging him to go deeper, harder.

Eren felt her body yield to his, and it only served to fuel his desire. He gripped her hips
tightly, holding her still as he began to move inside her, his thrusts steady and powerful. His
manhood stretched and filled her, claiming her as his own. With each passing moment, the
line between hate and love blurred further, until all that mattered was the intense connection
they shared.

The room spun around them as their passion reached a fever pitch. Eren's breath came in
ragged gasps, his muscles tense and defined. Mikasa felt herself growing closer and closer to
the edge, her body aching for release. As their bodies moved in perfect harmony, they both
knew that this was more than just sex. It was a meeting of souls, a reconciliation of past hurts
and present desires. And in that moment, they were more connected than they had ever been
before.

With a primal growl, Eren buried his face in her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin as
he found his release. His hips bucked wildly, driving himself deeper still, and she felt the
familiar tightening in her core as her own climax overtook her. Her nails dug into his
shoulders as she arched her back, moaning his name.

Finally, their bodies spent and sated, Eren collapsed onto her, his weight pinning her to the
table. She could feel his hot breath against her neck, his heart racing in time with hers. They
lay there, entwined, for what seemed like an eternity, neither of them wanting to break the
connection. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment their entire lives, and now that
it had finally arrived, they never wanted it to end.

As their breathing began to steady and their minds cleared, they became aware of the sounds
of their surroundings. The creak of the table beneath them, the rustle of sheets on the bed, the
distant murmur of voices from the other side of the door. But for now, all they could focus on
was each other. They didn't know what the future held, but they knew that they would face it
together. And that thought alone filled them both with a sense of peace and contentment.

Eren shifted his weight slightly, his erection still firm against Mikasa's leg. She reached down
and gently stroked it, causing him to groan softly. Her touch ignited a spark within him, and
he kissed her neck, his lips trailing lower down her chest. His tongue circled her nipple,
eliciting a shiver of pleasure from her. She arched her back, offering him better access as he
teased and suckled.

His hands roamed over her body, tracing every curve and hollow, as if committing them to
memory. He kissed his way up her stomach, pausing to nibble at her navel before moving
higher. She parted her legs eagerly, inviting him closer. When he finally reached her center,
he paused for a moment, his breath hot against her skin. Then, he pushed two fingers inside
her, stretching and filling her in a way that made her whole body tremble.
With one fluid motion, he positioned himself between her legs and thrust forward, burying
himself deep inside her. Their hips met, and they both let out a moan of pleasure. Eren began
to move, his pace slow and steady, his eyes locked on hers. He watched as she threw her head
back, her long hair spilling across the table, and he felt a surge of possessiveness course
through him.

Mikasa wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring him to her as she arched her back off
the table. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny red lines in their wake. She felt so full
of him, so connected to him, that it was almost painful. But it was a pain she welcomed, a
reminder of the depth of their feelings for each other.

As they moved together, lost in the rhythm of their bodies, they could feel the tension
between them begin to dissipate. The anger and hurt that had once defined their relationship
gave way to a newfound understanding and acceptance. They were no longer enemies; they
were partners. They were in this together, no matter what the future held. And for now, as
they made love on that table in the abandoned cabin, they were finally, truly, one.

Eren's thrusts grew deeper and more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared
his release. Mikasa felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her body aching for him
in a way that she had never experienced before. She wrapped her legs tighter around his
waist, urging him on, begging him not to stop.

Finally, with a hoarse cry, Eren buried his face in her neck and gave in to his climax. His hips
bucked wildly, driving himself deeper still, as he released himself into her, filling her with his
heat and his passion. She could feel the taut muscles in his back as he trembled with the force
of his orgasm, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as she followed him
over the edge.

Their bodies quivered together, spent and sated, as they slowly began to catch their breath.
Eren nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in the sweet, salty scent of her skin, feeling the
warmth of her body against his own. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity,
their hearts racing in unison, their minds filled with nothing but each other.

Finally, with a contented sigh, Eren pulled out of her, and they collapsed together onto the
bed, their sweaty limbs tangled in a heap of exhausted flesh. He rolled onto his side, propping
himself up on one elbow so he could look down at her. She looked up at him, their eyes
meeting in the half-light, and for a moment they were both transported back to that moment
in the woods when they had first kissed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "For everything."

She reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with her finger. "It's okay," she said softly. "It's all
in the past now." And with that, they fell asleep, their bodies tangled together, their hearts
finally at peace with one another again and again.
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