Seven Minutes in Heaven Conclusion
"Where are you going, Mikasa?" Sasha stopped walking, turning to grab Mikasa's arm. "Do you not want to walk with us anymore?" She motioned towards Connie but kept her eyes locked on the ravenette now facing her.
"I need to check on Eren and Armin," Mikasa answered, offering Sasha an apologetic smile.
"But, they are with Levi and Jean. They will be totally fine, well…" Sasha's voice trailed off as her thoughts drifted to Jean- very strong yet kind of a dork at times. "I think Armin will be fine," she mumbled after a few moments.
"I still want to check," Mikasa responded as she gently pried Sasha's fingers off of her arm. "Make sure she gets home safely," she added, turning towards Connie.
"Of course," Connie spoke through a light laugh.
"But, what about you?!" Sasha stumbled forward, reaching to dig her nails into the ravenette's toned arms. "You can't walk around alone in the dark!"
"I'll be fine," Mikasa stated as she looked to Connie for help.
Connie understood immediately, stepping forward and carefully resting his hands on Sasha's shoulders. "Weren't you the one who was going on about how strong Mikasa is?" He pointed out as he tightened his grip on the brunette's shoulders, pulling her away from the ravenette.
"Connie!" Sasha spun around to face said boy, who flinched from the sudden yell from his friend. "You shouldn't be agreeing to let a girl wander around alone at night!"
"Listen, Sasha," Connie began, sensing the brunette's growing concern and irritation. "I would be deathly afraid to even try to pick a fight with Mikasa. I know how strong she is, and that's why I'm willing to let her go off on her own, only…" He stopped, tilting his head to meet the ravenette's eyes. "You have to promise to text both of us when you are safely home. If neither of us gets a text in the next hour, I will have a whole search party out looking for you."
Mikasa shot Connie an apologetic look as she allowed a small laugh to slip past her lips. "Sorry," she mumbled, bringing her hand to her scarf. "I just don't see how you could get an entire search party."
"Don't underestimate my skills, Mikasa!" Connie threw his fist into the air- his smile growing wider upon hearing the heartfelt laughter erupting from both girls.
"Fine," Mikasa mumbled, regaining her composure. "I promise I will text both of you." Once she received nods from both, the ravenette pulled her scarf up over her mouth then turned, breaking into a light jog as she headed in the direction of Armin's house.
"You really think she will be okay?" Sasha asked, stealing one last glance towards the disappearing girl.
"I do," Connie answered matter-of-factly. He glanced down, guiding his hand to Sasha's. "Um," he began- face getting redder by the second. "Is this okay?" He motioned towards their hands clasped together.
"Of course it is!" Sasha cast one of her excited smiles towards the shorter boy, giving his hand a tight squeeze.
The two walked, cracking jokes about various events that occurred throughout the night. Connie almost toppled over from laughing when Sasha brought up Eren's boxers, and Sasha felt her face heat up when Connie poked fun at her for screaming about the fake spider. But, Sasha countered that by making fun of Connie for kissing that hideous Titan doll.
Soon though, the two grew silent as they approached Sasha's house. Connie led Sasha up the steps, stopping a small distance before her front door. "I had a lot of fun tonight," he smiled softly, peering up at the brunette.
"Me too," Sasha cocked her eyebrow and stuck her hip out. "Well?"
"What?" Connie asked, noting her impatient tone of voice. He took a second to study her closely, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks upon the realization. He took in a shaky breath before quickly pushing up on his toes, planting a kiss firmly on the brunette's lips before racing away, stumbling down her front steps.
"Can we hang out tomorrow?!" Sasha yelled towards the retreating boy.
"Sure thing!" Connie hollered over his shoulder. "I'll call you in the morning!" That being said, he turned his head back to the front- arms pumping at his sides as his feet pounded against the sidewalk. He replayed the kiss over and over in his head while reminding himself to ask his mom to wash his nice pants.
Sasha closed her front door then fell back against it, sliding to the floor. She bit her lip and pressed her hands to her burning cheeks, tracing one finger down to her tingling lips. "Dork," she mumbled before standing up and making her way to her kitchen, trying to decide what to wear tomorrow while selecting a bag of chips to take to her room.
"Reiner?" Bertholdt stopped in front of his door. "Should we talk about what happened?"
The blond laughed and clasped his hand down on the taller boy's shoulder. "Nah, we don't have to." He watched as the brunet shoved his hands deep into his pockets and shuffled lightly from foot to foot, which prompted the blond to remove his hand from said boy's shoulder. "What's up?" The blond finally asked, noting the tension surrounding them.
Reiner was greeted with silence from the taller boy. He took the time to examine the brunet standing before him, zeroing in on the single drop of sweat sliding down his temple. Nerves, Reiner thought to himself as he felt his lips curling into a smirk. "Well?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"D-do you like me?" No sooner had the words left his mouth, Bertholdt quickly spun on his heel, pressing his forehead against his front door in an attempt to hide his reddening face. The blush only grew when he heard soft snickers followed by a quiet sigh behind him. The sudden warmth that shot through his body upon feeling Reiner press against his back had Bertholdt gasping then daring to glance over his shoulder at the blond. "R-Reiner?"
Reiner slid his hands down the front of Bertholdt's shirt, stopping right before said boy's belt. He turned his head towards Bertholdt's, pushing up on his toes to press his lips against the taller boy's ear. "Why don't you let me show you just how much I like you," he whispered to the brunet, who was now trembling.
Bertholdt clumsily reached for the door knob, twisting it then letting out a yelp as he and Reiner went crashing to the floor.
"Parents?" Reiner asked when he pulled his lips away from the brunet's.
"Away until tomorrow afternoon," Bertholdt answered, letting out a light moan as Reiner nipped at his neck.
Smirking, Reiner moved his hands to fumble with the clasp of the brunet's belt. "Good," he muttered as he leaned over, allowing Bertholdt to stretch his leg out to kick the front door closed.
Christa snuggled closer to Ymir's jacket as the two walked in a comfortable silence. They had already agreed that she would be sleeping over at the brunette's house. This would give them a chance to further discuss what happened in the closet. But, the small blonde soon realized after sneaking glances at the taller girl throughout the walk that there was nothing to be discussed.
She and Ymir had been best friends for years, and she trusted Ymir with her life, knowing full and well that the brunette would do anything, literally anything, for her. And now, she wanted to show Ymir that she too would do anything for her and that she was ready to take this relationship head on.
"Hey, Ymir?" Christa stopped walking, glancing up at the brunette.
"Yea?" Ymir peered down at the blonde, lightly gasping at just how cute she looked in her football jacket.
"I know I said I didn't want to rush things, but I think I was just overwhelmed at the time…" Christa started walking again, eyes locked on Ymir's house a short distance away. For a while, she didn't hear the brunette walking after her, and she grew afraid that she might have pissed her friend off- thinking maybe Ymir thought she was toying with her emotions when she truly wasn't. But, her thoughts proved wrong when she felt a pair of strong arms scooping her up. "Ymir!" She squealed.
"Does that mean we can be together?" Ymir questioned, eyeing the small blonde in her arms.
Christa took one hand and rested it on the back of Ymir's neck before leaning up to press her lips against the brunette's warm ones. After a moment, she pulled away, resting her forehead against Ymir's. "I've always wanted to be able to say that I'm dating the quarterback," she mumbled, pressing her lips to Ymir's once more.
Ymir laughed against the blonde's lips before pulling away then breaking out into a sprint, taking the front steps to her porch two at a time.
Armin flinched as he heard a bush rustling off to the side. He watched as Jean instinctively moved to the other side of him, putting himself in between the blond and the bush. He felt Jean's arm tighten around his shoulders and glanced down to see the taller boy's free hand clenched tightly into a fist. Directing his eyes up, the blond noted how Jean kept his face forward but his eyes locked on the bush and its surroundings.
They continued walking that way for quite some time. Jean refused to let his guard down and motioned for Armin to keep his voice at a low whisper. He thought that maybe they were in the clear after ten minutes of utter silence but was quickly proved wrong at the sound of footsteps approaching from the wooded area to the right.
Acting fast, Jean turned to face the trees, shoving Armin behind him. He narrowed his eyes, darting them from left to right.
The sound of the footsteps growing closer had Armin gripping the back of Jean's shirt as he felt his whole body begin to tremble. He tried to take deep breaths to calm his racing heart but he just couldn't fight the fear washing over him- fear of a potentially dangerous stranger and fear for Jean, who seemed very determined to protect him. With his free hand, he slowly reached into his pocket, retrieving his cell phone then pulling up his flashlight app. He forced his shaking arm up, extending it into Jean's view then quietly sighing as Jean nodded, grabbing the phone.
Jean switched the flash light app on, lifting his arm and pointing the light towards the trees. "Mikasa?!" He dropped his arm as the girl approached them, stepping aside for Armin to see the ravenette.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Mikasa spoke as she pulled the scarf away from her mouth.
Jean crouched down, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't want to admit it, but he had been scared shitless. The only thing that kept him focused was replaying 'protect Armin' over and over again in his head. After a few shaky breaths he stood back up, watching as Armin pulled a few leaves out of Mikasa's hair.
"Why were you walking around in the woods?" Armin questioned, both eyebrows raised. He took his chance while Mikasa was fumbling with a twig stuck in her hair to sneak a glance at the taller boy now standing beside him, noting how he crossed his arms in an attempt to hide his shivering body.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Mikasa answered, nodding once she realized the blond seemed perfectly fine.
"I'm fine," Armin smiled. "Jean's been great at making sure I'm warm enough and he's been really good company."
"I still had to check," Mikasa said as she turned and started walking in the opposite direction.
"Like hell I would ever let anything happen to Armin," Jean grumbled under his breath, tossing his arms around the blond's shoulders once more and turning him back to the direction they were originally headed.
"Are you going to find Eren?" Armin asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Yes, I don't trust Levi," she answered flatly.
Armin sighed before calling over his shoulder. "Just be careful!" He watched as she gave him a slight nod before jogging into the darkness behind them then turned his attention back to the front. "Hey, Jean?"
"What?" Jean kept his eyes locked ahead of him.
"Thanks for that back there," Armin mumbled. "I was scared, but you were really brave." In truth, he had noticed the not-so-hidden fear from the taller boy, but he didn't want to admit to that. Because, even though Jean seemed just as afraid as Armin did, he was still willing to put himself in possible harm's way for the blond's sake.
"Was I?" Jean laughed, giving Armin's shoulders a tight squeeze. "Maybe it was an adrenaline rush or something."
"Maybe," Armin nodded.
The two made small talk as they walked the rest of the way to Armin's house. Jean insisted on walking Armin all the way to his front door.
"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night?" Armin asked, cocking his eyebrow. "It would give us a chance to figure things out." He watched as Jean shoved his hands into his pockets and dropped his gaze to his shoes. "My grandpa won't mind," Armin added. He wanted the taller boy to spend the night. He felt that they needed to talk about the kiss and decide on where things are going to go from there. Plus, he wasn't too keen on the idea of Jean walking alone for the thirty minutes it would take to get to his house.
"I don't want to bother anyone," Jean mumbled.
"You won't be," Armin assured as he turned to unlock his door. "Please, Jean." He stepped inside his house, holding his door open for the taller boy.
"Fine," Jean nodded as he stepped into the warm house. "As long as you are sure I won't be a bother."
"I'm sure," Armin stated as he closed and locked the door. He slipped Jean's jacket off and placed it on the coat hanger beside the door and then turned towards the kitchen. "I can make us some…" His words trailed off as he felt a cold hand grasp his wrist. "Jean?" He turned around to look at the tall boy.
Jean pulled Armin closer to him, looking down into his blue eyes as he ignored the blush creeping up his cheeks. "I've been wanting to do this ever since we got out of the closet." That being said, Jean leaned down, pressing his cold lips against Armin's warm ones. He was cautious at first because he knew the blond wanted to talk things over first but he just couldn't wait any longer. And, Armin's small hands finding the back of his neck was all he needed to know that the blond wanted the same.
In one swift motion, Jean lifted Armin into his arms then pulled his lips away, glancing around at all of the closed doors. "Where's your room?"
"You aren't implying that we should…" His words got cut off by a noisy sigh from Jean.
"Armin, I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to, okay?" He glanced down at the blond, watching as the small boy lifted his arm and pointed to a staircase off to the side.
"Up there, third door on the right." Armin pushed himself closer to Jean, lightly nipping at the taller boy's neck as he was carried up the stairs and into his room.
"Ah, there's Auruo!" Petra moved away from Levi and Eren, skipping towards her new boyfriend. As soon as she reached him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling as she felt his arms move to her waist. "Thanks for meeting me here," she mumbled against his neck.
"Of course," he muttered into her hair before lifting his head to give a nod to Levi and Eren, trying to decide why those two were even together in the first place.
"Make sure she gets home safely," Levi said before walking ahead.
"I will," Auruo answered confidently. "See you later!"
"Later," Levi said, lifting one hand to give a small wave.
"Bye Petra! Bye Auruo!" Eren called to the couple before catching up to Levi. Upon approaching said boy, Eren slowed his pace to match Levi's.
"You know you are walking me home, right brat?" Levi asked suddenly after a few silent minutes.
"I realized," Eren laughed. "We passed my street a few minutes ago." He glanced down and smiled, noticing the shorter boy peering over his shoulder as if searching for the street. "It's Maria Avenue," Eren began, lifting his hands to demonstrate where. "See, Rose Boulevard is here," he said, shaking his left hand. "Then, if you make a right, you will be on Maria Avenue." He looked to see Levi watching his hands intently. "And, here," he said, shaking his right hand, "is my house. It's the one with the green mailbox that has the number 1530 on it."
"Are you sure you should tell me where you live?" Levi questioned, feeling a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Only fair since I will soon know where you live," Eren pointed out.
"Good point," Levi admitted. "We actually live fairly close to each other." He glanced up to see a small blush forming on Eren's cheeks. He thought at first that maybe it was from the cold since he decided to steal Eren's jacket for the night, leaving the boy's arms exposed to the cold, but the cold hand brushing against his told him otherwise.
"Are you trying to hold my hand, brat?" Levi watched as Eren turned his face away. With a loud sigh, he grabbed the taller boy's hand and continued walking. "You don't have to be all embarrassed about everything, Eren."
"I-I'm not!" Eren stuttered. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to hold hands," he mumbled under his breath.
"Nothing's wrong with it, I suppose," Levi responded.
The two kept on walking, falling into a comfortable silence- that is until a certain ravenette appeared a few feet away from them.
"Mikasa?" Eren let go of Levi's hand and ran to meet the ravenette. "Why aren't you home? And, why are you coming from this direction?"
"Why are you heading in the opposite direction of home?" She asked, ignoring his questions.
"I'm, uh…" He ran his hands through his brown locks.
"He's walking me home." Levi answered for him as he walked up to the pair.
"It's late. We should go home." Mikasa started to reach for Eren's arm but stopped when Levi lifted a hand, pointing to a house a short distance away.
"My house is right there. He's going to walk me to my door then he will head home." Levi slipped his hand back into Eren's, shooting the taller boy a look that said 'I'm not taking no for an answer'.
Eren cast Mikasa a pleading look before switching his expression to a thankful one as he watched her nod once. He watched as she stepped around them and began heading towards their house. "Just go straight home," Eren called over his shoulder as he was being dragged forward by Levi. "I will be there in a few minutes!" He turned back to face the front to see he and Levi approaching a house. "We're here already?!"
"Yes," Levi let go of Eren's hand. He eyed the taller boy shivering in front of him. "Eren…"
"What?" Eren's eyes widened as he was slammed against Levi's front door. "Here?!"
Levi pressed his whole body against Eren as he smashed his lips onto the taller boy's. He combed his fingers through the taller boy's dark locks while he kept his other hand pressed onto said boy's chest.
Eren tightened his arms around Levi's small body as he leaned into the kiss. He hadn't realized how much he missed the feeling of Levi's lips against his, even though it had only been a few hours since the last time.
Levi pulled away after a few moments much to Eren's dismay. "Just a little something to warm you up until you get home," he stated as he slid the taller boy's jacket off. "And take this. I'm going to be very disappointed if you aren't in school on Monday because you caught a cold."
"It would be your fault," Eren pointed out before leaning down to press his lips against Levi's once more.
"Yea, I know," Levi groaned. "So, do me a favor and don't get sick."
"Would you come and take care of me if I do?" Eren questioned as he turned to walk down the steps of Levi's front porch.
"Maybe," Levi admitted, smirking as he watched Eren's face light up.
Eren smiled once more at the shorter boy before racing down his driveway.
"Hey, Eren!" Levi called out to the brunet.
Eren stopped running and turned on his heel upon hearing Levi's voice.
"Be here at 7:30 Monday morning to walk me to school." That being said, Levi turned to unlock his door, quickly stepping inside and moving towards the window to watch Eren running down the street. He took a second to glance at his wall clock reading one a.m. before sighing then turning to retrieve his coat from the closet.
With his coat pulled tightly around him, Levi stepped outside, locking his door before turning to walk down his porch steps. He began walking down the empty street, making his way to Eren's house. As annoying as it was, he had to make sure that the stupid brat got home okay before he could sleep easily.
He realized he could have just walked Eren home instead, but what, he asked himself, was the fun of that?
Hanji finished making her bed then hopped onto it with the bottle in her hand. She rolled the bottle from her right hand to her left hand, desperately trying to come up with a logical theory that would explain the results from each spin. When she couldn't come up with anything, she sighed, easing off the bed and making her way to her closet where she carefully placed the bottle at the back of a top shelf. "Gotta keep that safe," she told herself before closing and locking her closet door. She skipped back to her bed, stopping right before it to glance down at her blinking phone resting on her bedside table.
Snatching her phone up, the brunette fell back onto her bed and unlocked the phone, seeing that she had twelve new text messages. She felt her smile growing upon reading text message after text message- all thanking her for tonight and some calling her a true match maker.
"Matchmaker Hanji," she said aloud, liking the way it easily rolled off her tongue. She locked her phone, setting it back on her bedside table as she cut the lights off. "I like it," she mumbled as she hugged her titan dolls to her chest and drifted into a comfortable slumber.
A/N- So, sorry this took sooo long! And, while the main story is finished, it will still say incomplete for the bonus chapters.
So, I never actually mentioned that Eren and Mikasa were siblings in any chapters. I just said that they were friends, but I still meant for them to be siblings as well. I just forgot to put siblings in the chapter where I mentioned that they were friends. I just thought I should mention that since it's implied in this chapter that they are going back to the same house. (This probably sounds really confusing..)
Sorry in advanced for any grammar errors I may have missed, and I hope everyone enjoys!
And also, thanks for those who chose to stick around for this fic!
Oh and, Jean/Marco and Armin/Annie shippers- be looking out for the bonus chapters. I still haven't decided if those are the only two I wanna do.