It was a woman's sinful ways that often made the most revengeful tales of legendary men nothing but dust of old wives tales in their hand. A shared thirst laid directly in the veins of every man, one that any woman could tap into to make any man do their dirty work; even Eren Yeager.

A soft pause, the pent up saliva slowly crawling down your throat, a soft gulp followed suit; 'The Eren yeager.' your eyebrows raised a snicker of unimpressive eyes staggered down his body 'My, my oh how have you changed.'

Muscles wrapped around his body, an odd body that almost didn't look like his yet his obvious green eyes that begged for nothing but what he had yet wanted so much more than anyone else could give even the world. A face of disdain upon his face, disgusted almost to the point you could picture his body thrown over in revolt when it became apparent that you a pinnacle of his damn life was back.

'Witch,'

'Freedom suits you- how much for your head now? five million?' you smugly joked,

Yours fingers danced upon the blades, his eyes upon then two as both yours and his fell. A finger danced upon the sharp edge till a soft prickle and a drop of blood followed suit. You held it up towards him, letting it roll in a pool softly in their creases.

'What do you want Y/n,'

'I wanted to mock you for your freedom.' you paused, 'Just like a bird finally, free able to fly from place to place but don't come back to the cage when you've entered starvation.'

'What are you trying to do you witch,' his hand gripped around your jaw pulling you forward a snicker jolted upon his lips,

'Trying to seduce you of course.' You sucked up to him, your eyes fell back and forth from his harsh stare and his uncovered chest calling for you; shiny in sunny written sweat.

Clap!

Your cheek became red, his hand print hot perhaps it was the wrong thing to beg for but his touch was something you desperately wanted even in a molecular scale. His hand still raised with the back of his hand gazing at you.

'Fix the way you speak to me, you miserable wrench,' he muttered,

Your hands left the blades, a hand upon his chest a feeble look played in tournament, a chess game that he thought was winning yet would fail in comparison.

'Is this the freedom you were searching for? Eren,' a pause, 'is this our freedom you dreamed of when we were young?'

His face drawn, towards the floor a bottomless pit of self loathing and sorrow and your hand crept to his cheek, keeping it stable directed at you and no one else.

'y/n' a soft mutter escaped his lips,

'What about the life you promised to me, Eren?'

'y/n.'

'What about our children we were going to have. One girl as smart as her father and one boy as handsome and strong as his father too.'

'Y/n!' he muttered,

'What about the small farm house, entirely away from everyone.' 'y/n!' 'What about-' "Y/N!'

Your lips sealed, eyes dazed off at some point where things became blurry and a sense of nothing and everything mattered all at once. Knowing the things you dream of will never slip into your hands, never even softly brush against them in this lifetime or the next, yet that was your cross to bear.

'This world isn't capable of what you search for, it needs abolishment and an end to all titans from ever existing on the face of the planet.'

His lips dazed, crawling down upon yours. A soft kiss planted upon your face. A quiver of lips, a desperate moment to stay in this moment to be cradled to be loved by someone who could never love anyone else. It was months of lacking anything lustful, any above acquaintance touch or desire.

'IT'S YEAGER, KILL HIM.'

Your eyes snapped wide, shock and horror was the first thing that played in your eyes. A repeat of his death was a vision, as his eyes fell down upon yourself. His hands pushed you away tumbling in the long grass, as the sun disappeared with the call of a soft spoken word escaping his human lips before his transformation.

'I'm sorry, my sunflower.'

You watched the screams and cries of men knowing their death was at the hands of one of their old comrades as you were pulled away by blurs of faces in case you were trampled. By the oncoming wave of titans that ran through.

"Stay my sun, where everything attracts and revolves around you. Where you bring life, my sunflower" it was etched into your swords by him when you first fell in love and once more upon the cobblestone he set as grave for you. Where sunflowers laid in bloom beginning to spurt from the fertile ground below your grave yet your body didn't rest there...