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AOT - READER INSERT

 For as long as you could remember, you'd never cried.

Your knees ached, a dull sting stabbing just underneath the skin as it'd been torn up. You watched in hopelessness as your last teammate's limp body was nonchalantly thrown into the mouth of a titan, your eyes wide and dazed. All the memories you'd made in your lifetime sped through your mind, flashes of your late team's horror-stricken faces taunting you.

The only supposedly good thing you'd experienced that stood out to you was when you'd met your team; quickly followed by all the little bonding moments you all climbed through.

You were the sole survivor in that moment.

Some captain you were....

Your bloodied fingers tightened around your best friend's mangled corpse, her appetures dulled into a lifeless gray, her expression of fear still painfully etched into her face. You weren't sure how to feel.

Should you cry?

Would you even be able to cry?

Should you get mad?

Should you live in denial, or maybe let yourself be next?

No, they'd be pissed at you if you threw your future away, the one they weren't able to live. Gritting your teeth, you gently set the body on the torn-up ground before staggering to your feet, a wave of lightheadedness striking you. Your gear was malfunctioning, all but one of your blades shattered or abandoned. You had one shot, if you missed... Well if you missed then you'd die...

You took a moment to catch your breath as the titan noticed you, slowly turning to face your direction. Four broken ribs, a sprained ankle, a broken left arm, and a concussion. Just, lovely.

Forcing your pain aside, you decided on heading for the giant head-on; stupid decision, really, however, you were hellbent on surviving.

You'd never been able to cry, this situation wasn't any different.

Everyone you cared for was just brutally murdered in front of you.

Yet you didn't shed a tear.

You couldn't.

You'd evaluate all of your jumbled emotions and future plans at a later date, if you survived that is.

Your team had managed to take out the sudden onslaught of abnormal titans that'd rushed your group's formation, resulting in their horrifying deaths; they weren't amateurs. There were simply too many, causing your group to become outnumbered. Now you were left with a singular abnormal around fourteen meters, tall bastard.

You surged forward, your blade lifted and aimed for its ankles, expression blank; the only telltale of distress being your tightened jaw. The titan, being an abnormal, stilled; simply observing as your figure swerved behind it, your speed dwindling due to your numerous injuries and lack of working gear.

You were in no way emotionless, you merely struggled in properly expressing those emotions. Sometimes your reactions wouldn't fit the situation you'd find yourself in; because emotions weren't something you knew how to portray.

However, this wasn't the time for dwelling on your emotional issues; you had a titan to kill. Your blade harshly dragged through the flesh of the titan's Achilles tendon, the creature collapsing to its knees as you took a moment to try and force your gear to work.

The metal cord shot out at an odd angle, however, it still connected to the back of the titan, so it worked. Your body was flung upwards and jerked forwards rather harshly; no doubt leaving bruises on your sides and hips. You didn't want to use malfunctioning gear ever again; it was undoubtedly terrible.

You reeled your unbroken arm back, clenching your blade with unresolved rage, rapidly nearing the nape. Your optics widened as you realized the titan's upper body tensed slightly, indicating upcoming movement. It was going to swat you.

You harshly applied pressure to your maneuver gear's trigger, no response; your form not slowing descent in the slightest. You were fucking screwed.

As you'd anticipated, its hand came flying at you from the left; you guided your blade to parry the strike, blood flying through the air after the collision.

Your eyes flew open paired with a small grunt, your previously sleeping body jolting to a sitting position. "Woah, Buddy! Are you okay? You gave us quite the scare there." a familiar voice portrayed its concern.

"...I'm alright, Hange. That dream just came back." you trailed off, glancing around your surroundings. Your formation was nearing the wall, you sitting in a wagon, your forehead dressed in bandages. Hange was kneeling beside you, Levi and Erwin up front, leading the group.

"...This scenery certainly does remind me of that day, (y/n), are you certain you're alright?" You stayed quiet at the ambiguous scout's pestering.

They sighed, gently patting your shoulder in an attempt of comfort.