because: counter attack: mankind is a really great piece.

prompt: "How about some eremika excited we acomplished something great (what I dont know) celebration "loving"(if you catch my drift)."

i guess i took that to mean "no titans yay!", mostly because i wanted to write about mountain light.

disclaimer: if i owned snk, a lot of people would have banged by now, and it would probably be a lot less exciting.


The day dawns bright, bright and, for once, free of the usual fear that sun brings titans. Outside the walls, the legion stands, silent, a little bit awestruck and hyperaware of the fact that their swords are still sheathed. Mikasa wonders if she can taste the freedom on her tongue or if that's just the breeze. (After a second she decided that's it's a mixture of the two.)

To her right, Armin is transfixed, bright blue eyes tracking the sun as it crawls above the horizon, bringing mountains and foothills and not a single titan into relief.

(He's going to go so far.)

Behind her, arms twining firmly around her middle, is the only titan she never feared. The breeze picks up a little, borderlines on a gust and she can feel her hair push back against his shoulders. "Let's go," he murmurs, bending to brush his lips against her ear.

She's never said yes so fast.


With no imminent threat, the 3DMG is slower, an act of precision and joy. Around them the trees are beginning to thin along with the air, heralding their steady gain in altitude. The mountains feel like home to Mikasa, bright air prompting carefully preserved memories of her mother, and the soldier finds her fingers tracing the cloth over her wrist. Eren notices, of course, and is quick to pull her into his arms, lips falling against her cheek as they tumble to the ground.

"We did it," he breathes, head falling back against a tussock of tundra grass to study the sky. "We did it and we lived," Mikasa smiles, lips pulling into a bright grin before pressing along his jaw, "all of us." It's improbable and a little hard to believe, but there it is, she and Eren and Armin, all alive.

Against her hair, "we'll get to see the ocean," and then he is rolling them, one hand cradling the base of her skull before setting it down gently on the same tussock. "And the ice fields," she adds, wondering for half a second if they'll be able to filch enough winter gear for all of them. But then that thought is gone, flushed out by Eren's lips against her own, chapped and impassioned and completely exultant.

"I love you," she rushes when they pull apart, breath mingling in the almost full light. "I know," he replies quietly, fingers moving to carefully undo her maneuver gear. And that is when she reaches up to kiss him again, a smile on her face as he presses against her hotly.

It takes them a bit, to sort out all the straps and harnesses and then buttons on top of all that. But eventually she is in his arms, uniform shit and scarf discarded among the tundra vegetation along with the majority of his clothes. His palms are rough with callouses but surprisingly gentle as they trace up her sides, counting ribs and muscles and breaths between kisses. Again, she murmurs her affection, and this time he responds with a kiss and a bump of their noses.

(Since when has she been the more vocal one?)


Long fingers tangle in his hair and bring their lips together again when he finally presses inside her, heart racing so hard it almost hurts. It wasn't the first, or even the twenty first time they'd been like this, but it was the first where they could both unequivocally say that they would see tomorrow. And somehow that made all the difference.

When all is said and done, and Eren is holding her firmly against his chest, Mikasa bumps a kiss against his jaw and smiles. "We should go back."

He looks a little perturbed, wasn't she happy right now?

"We should go back and get Armin and explore."

Strong arms coil just a little tired and he nods, it isn't even noon yet, they have a little bit of time. (And he is tired, still wrapped up in Mikasa)

"In a bit," a yawn and then a kiss, "let's wait a little."

They are free and in love and Mikasa could count the little people-dots scurrying around far beneath them, but instead she tucks her nose against his neck and lets out a sigh. (She'd rather stay like this anyways.)