Author's Note
This is it. this is the last chapter of this shiz. It's been quite a ride, and I'm so sorry it took me Six months to fix my chappys. But I'm done now. I kind of like how I ended it. I hope you guys do, too. I still don't own Attack on Titan
(Marzia's POV)
I slammed the door to my room as soon as I was through the doorway. Flopping face first onto the bed I started sobbing. Quiet, controlled. No one could hear me that way. That's how I had to cry during the first few days of Marco's death while I was still in training. Even still, I guess someone heard me. Or more like three someones. The first person who knocked on my door was Historia, formerly Christa. She let herself in, and sat on the edge of my bed. She ran a hand through my hair in a comforting way. Though she couldn't be much older than I am, and definitely not much taller, she still seemed to feel like a mother to me. "I'm sorry about that. Did I embarrass you?" I shook my head, refusing to lift my head from my bedsheets. "It's just confusing." My voice was muffled, but she could hear me all the same. "Yeah, boys are dumb. Girls can be dumb, too." I heard her mumble the last part, but didn't comment because it obviously wasn't meant for me to hear. "Just… know I was serious. Jean loves you."
And with that, she left the room. The next person came about ten minutes later, with tear streaks of her own. "Hey Mikasa." I was now sitting up in bed with my knees tucked under my chin. "Hi." she too sat on my bed. "Are you okay?" I asked her "I mean, I can't say I didn't know…" I could tell she was referring to Eren. "but it still hurts." "I'm sorry." We hugged each other for a moment. "Jean… has never been my favorite person." I giggled a little at that. Poor Jean. "But," she continued "he'll take good care of you. So… Talk to him, please." I told her I'd keep that in mind, and with a satisfied nod, she left, too.
The third and last person that entered my room that day was Jean himself. "Hey." He greeted. I motioned for him to sit next to me with a quick pat to the spot that Mikasa had vacated a little under an hour ago. It occurred to me that I never actually got dressed like I claimed I was going to when I first left the dining room. He sat down, and we stayed there in an agonizing silence. "So…" we both said at the same time. And then "Y-you first." Then nothing for what felt like eons. I finally plucked up the courage and took a deep breath "There's nothing between me and Armin." "yeah." He agreed "…and you're dumb" again he nodded in agreement "like, really, really dumb" "I know" "like, you make Connie look smart by comparison." He looked up, halfway amused. "Not going to lie, that one stung a bit." I scoffed, and shoved him lightly. "Are… we okay?" he asked, vulnerable. I nodded back. "Yes, we're okay." He smiled. "Good because… I do love you." A slight blush stained his cheeks.
In that moment, I forgot everything. I leapt on him, and our mouths collided. Heat rolled up and down my spine, as we hit the floor. We stayed like that for a long time until we heard a knock at my door. It was Connie and Shasha "You guys okay in there? You haven't been out if hours." Sasha chimed in with a "You didn't kill him, did you Marzi?" I laughed. "No, we're fine." "Come on then!" Connie whined. "Dinner is on the table, and Historia won't let us eat anything until we're all at the table. If we don't get food into Sasha soon, she might start eating me." And with that, we heard footsteps retreating back down the stairs. I looked back at my prince. My very horse-like prince, and sighed. "I don't think he was kidding about the whole Sasha eating him thing." "Me either" he breathed. We got up, and-hand in hand- made our way down the stairs to join our weird, broken, Family.
Just what I'd wanted to since the beginning.
Another Author's note
This has been so fun, and I already have an Idea for my next fic. It's going to be a Fairy Tail one, and it's going to be Gajevy, and it's going to be filled with so many of my own head canons, that it's probs going to end up really bad, but I don't care. Hope you enjoyed, and sorry for the sappy ending, but that's how I role. No promises, but my next one might have some lemony goodness, if you guys behave