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A/N: This fic is for those who like: Eren on New Game Plus, Eren and Mikasa confessing their love, Badass Eren/Mikasa, Modern AUs, John Wick fight scenes, Asian-based fight scenes, action over plot, revenge, fast-paced stories, and lovers fighting for freedom.
Hello fellow readers, thank you for tuning in and giving this story a check. This is a fic using elements from Attack on Titan and John Wick to create a Modern AU starring Eren and Mikasa. I plan for it to be made of a lot of fight scenes, where I hope to create some pretty unique and creative fight scenes. One of the things I hope to work on is pacing and I intend for this to be a fast-paced action story. Thank you and I hope you enjoy.
Extended Summary
No matter the time, place, or era, Eren will never stop fighting for freedom. He is the Attack Titan; he always moves forward and when someone kills someone he holds precious to him, he will exact revenge on everyone involved. Every... last... one.
Mikasa will always love Eren, no matter what. She may bump heads with him but she'll always love him and want to be by his side. If somebody wants to hurt Eren, they would have to go through her and luckily for her, slicing up flesh is her specialty.
No matter the odds or how impossible it may seem, these two will always fight for freedom, even if they have to take on the world to do so.
A simple summary would be this: Eren and Mikasa are basically John Wick in a modern AOT setting looking to get revenge for the death of a loved one, which creates a domino effect resulting in Eren and Mikasa becoming public enemy number one worldwide.
Dropping his jacket, Eren opens the door to the bathroom and shuts it behind him. Looking at himself in the mirror, he removes his mask and tosses it to the ground. He gazes over his features for a brief second, his bright green eyes running over his eight-pack and robust arms. He reaches behind him, undoes the bun, and frees his dark brown hair of its tangled imprisonment. He strips off his shoes, socks, and baggy pants before turning to the shower. Reaching inside, he turns the faucet and allows the showerhead to rain water on the floor. Waiting a few seconds, he steps in and surrenders himself to the hot spray of the shower. He steadies himself against the wall and closes his eyes, sighing softly. Even with the sound of the bathroom door opening, Eren keeps his eyes closed and listens to the heart of his own heartbeat.
Even as the curtains are pulled back, Eren smiles and welcomes the newcomer into the shower with warm arms.
Mikasa stands before Eren and wraps her arms around him. She cozies into his chest, cradling against his sternum, and listens to the soft beat of his heart. Her hands run over his back, his smooth back without the slightest hint of an injury, perfection. Absolute perfection.
Even with all the cuts, bruises, burns, and other scars on her back, Eren rubs his hands down her back before catching the small of her back. Their hands find each other and they play with the wedding rings on their fingers.
Eren looks down and caresses the scar on her face with his thumb. He trails his fingers down to her lips and playfully pulls at them.
Mikasa smiles.
Eren wraps his hands around her tightly before kissing her softly. Eren caresses her jaw and has his tongue enter her mouth. She accepts without hesitation.
Eren pulls away before rotating her in his arms so her back is to him. He holds her in close and kisses her earlobe. She moans before turning and kissing him on the lips, tasting blood on his lips but she refuses to let it deter her.
"Eren..."
The Jaeger Residence - Mitte, Berlin, Germany
January 3rd, 2026
"Eren," a beautiful voice speaks in German.
Gasping, Eren's eyes shot open, tears rolling down his cheek. Sitting up, he looks down at himself, sobbing slightly. He quickly wipes his tears away as he looks over to the girl beside him.
"Bad dream?"
"Yeah."
She touches his shoulder. "What was it about?"
Eren ponders. Subconsciously, he wipes his tears away. "I don't remember."
"It's okay, it was just a dream, Eren."
Mikasa lays on the bed, gently pulling Eren beside her, staring at her like a curious child.
"Mikasa, when did your hair get so long?" Without thinking, almost instinctively - territorial, even - he strokes her soft silky black hair.
"You forgot that my hair was long? You must've been deep in your dream, Eren."
"Yeah." He rolls on his back, resting the back of his hand on his forehead.
"We gotta get up."
"Aww, just five more minutes?" He turns over, curling like a bear about to hibernate.
"We gotta go to work, Eren." She pulls herself out of bed. "Come on, get up." She reaches down and grabs her pajamas before dressing her naked body. "Don't make me pull you out of bed and dress you myself. Because I will."
"You're not my mom, Mikasa." The pillow muffles his speech.
"Eren..." Mikasa's serious tone echoes in his ears.
"Yes, ma'am." Eren pulls himself out of bed and stretches, displaying his eight-pack. Mikasa averts her eyes, clenching her jaw.
Dressing in their pajamas, they head downstairs where they brew themselves some coffee. Mikasa takes out a pan and begins whisking some eggs.
"Mikasa, I have a very important request: Don't tell anyone I was crying."
"Sure, I promise," she smirks back at him. "I promise. I promise on the whisk in my hand."
Eren looks at her as he cuts an orange. "I'm serious."
"I believe you, Eren." She puts the whisk down. "I believe you."
He grunts before making himself some fresh-squeezed orange juice.
Pulling a pan out, he lays four strips of bacon before putting it on the burner. Listening to the crackling sounds of the crispy meat, Eren smiles before picking up his mugs of coffee and placing them on the table.
Mikasa finishes with the scrambled eggs before pouring some on a plate for the two of them. Eren takes his orange juice and coffee creamer before escorting Mikasa to the kitchen table. He politely pulls the chair out for her before taking his seat across from her. He opens the bottle of hazelnut before pouring a moderate amount into Mikasa's coffee. As he pours the creamer into his coffee next, he sips his orange juice before heading back to the fridge to put the creamer away. Before he walks back to the table, he flicks the finished bacon onto a plate and takes it back to the table with him.
With their breakfast laid out for them, they dig in.
"You remember what day it is today?" Mikasa asks.
"Let me guess, Monday?"
She looks at him. "Have you forgotten?"
"What?" Eren laughs. "Oh, Armin and Annie. Yeah, I remember now."
"Good, I was worried that you were so lost in your deep sleep you forgot about Armin and Annie visiting."
"Don't worry, Mikasa, my head is still screwed on correctly."
"If it's not, just let me know and I'll help screw it back on."
"Since when did you become a master at putting the human body back together? The last time I checked, you took it apart."
"Better than you ever could."
"I'm hurt, Mikasa, hurt."
As Eren takes a sip of his coffee, a glint in the corner of his eyes makes him look at the wall.
A gold medal with a bird on the front is in a display case on the wall, catching the glare of the sun through his apartment window. Chuckling, he takes another sip of his coffee before sighing.
"So, you taking a shower first or… do you want to save water?"
Mikasa pauses, looking up at the young man. "How could I ever say not to… saving hot water, Eren?"
"Just making sure." He grins mischievously.
Streets
Sitting in their car and waiting for traffic to move at the stop light, Eren sighs heavily before looking over. A tall building blocks the sun from his view but somehow, illuminates the sight of a small crowd of people before him standing on the sidewalk, marching around like ants.
Stroking his chin, he narrows his eyes, watching as the people continue to pace around on the street aimlessly with no direction like they are waiting for someone to give them directions instead of going off in whatever direction they want. There was no intersection, no sign telling them to stop, nothing, and yet, these people refused to leave the sidewalk and shamble around like maniacs.
Cattle, he thinks. That's what they are. Nothing is blocking their paths yet they continue to stay on the same sidewalk for no reason. There are plenty of sites to visit so why not go there already?
HONK!
Eren snaps out of his daydream and looks in the rearview mirror. A car was angry at him for not moving forward on the green light.
"I'm going, okay, man!" Eren steps on the gas. "People these days are so impatient."
"Must have something to do with the fact that you were distracted," Mikasa snarks. "Care to elaborate?"
"Nah, I'm good."
Gunshop
Slow, that's how Eren would describe any normal day working in a gunshop on a Monday morning: slow.
With no one in the gunshop to order from him, Eren simply flips through the latest issue of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga. When the bell above the door rings, he sighs before putting the manga away.
Four men walk into the gunshop, each one wearing leather jackets of various colors. The one in the middle with the red jacket looks through a display case of pistols and rubs his hands over it.
"Welcome in," Eren tells them, "If you need any help, just holler."
"Eren, there you are,' the man in the red jacket smiles. "Just the man I wanted to see. So... did my background come through?"
Eren turns to the computer and inputs some data. "Yeah, your background came back clean."
"Good. You know what the means?"
"Yes." Eren turns and grabs a Heckler & Kock PSG1 from the rack behind him and holds it forward. "That'll be 2,000 Euros please."
"Can I play using bills and the rest using coins?"
"Sure."
The customer lays several stacks of Euros on the counter before dropping twenty gold coins on the counter. The words 'Memento Caeli Et Terrae' were written on the front of the coin with the legendary figure known as Helos acting as heads and a bird acting as tails. Eren put the Euros in the register before quickly counting the coins. He opens up another part of the register where a line of gold coins is stacked and adds the coins to the racket.
"Here you go." Eren hands him the rifle. He also hands him his receipt. "Come again later and have fun hunting."
"Shame you can't be with us."
"I don't hunt."
"You should."
Eren shakes his head. "Thank you and come back later."
"You'll be hearing good reviews from my men, man."
Eren sighs heavily, watching the man walk away before turning back to the computer. He narrows his eyes at the name. Lou Meade.
No one special, just some stupid college kid who likes guns and wants to go hunting. Eren blocks the thoughts out before grabbing his manga and resuming his reading.
Twenty minutes later, a shipment of crates arrived in the back of the gunshop. Eren puts his manga down before heading outside. Approaching a pickup truck parked at the end of an alleyway, Eren signs off on the shipment of bullets before he grabs a wooden crate. He puts minimal effort into lifting the crate before realizing it needs more muscles. He grunts as he tries and fails to lift the wooden crate of bullets. Suddenly, Mikasa comes to his side and climbs into the pickup truck. She stacks three crates on top of each other before hopping out of the pickup. She picks up all three wooden crates, making them look as heavy as feathered pillows.
Eren gasps, watching her form disappear through the doorway before she emerges a few seconds later. Mikasa heads back to Eren and reaches for the crate.
"No," Eren shoves her back, "I got this, Mikasa."
"Eren." She reaches over, only to be shoved back again. "It's heavy, Eren, are you sure?"
"I got this." Eren turns to the crate and tries to lift it again, his face turning red from exhaustion. "Damn it. Crate, lift I say, lift!"
Sighing with a roll of her eyes, she reaches over and lifts the crate with one hand like it was nothing.
Eren was just grateful the delivery guy was too preoccupied with his phone to notice the scene go down.
A couple of hours later, Mikasa finishes making the last of the knives for the day in her personal office and sits down, breathing hard.
She pulls out a Ka-Bar knife and plays around with it between her fingertips. Looking over to the dartboard, she throws the knife and hits the dartboard dead center in a bullseye. Retrieving the knife, she repeats this process at the other end of her office.
In the front, Eren's wristwatch alarm goes off. Flipping his forearm over to see the watch on the inside of his wrist, he sees that it is one o'clock; time for lunch.
"Time to go meet up with Armin and Annie." Eren quickly clocks out of the gunshop for his lunch break while calling out to Mikasa.
McDonald's
Finding a booth in the corner of the crowded fast food place, Eren and Mikasa smile upon reuniting with Armin and Annie, both wearing police uniforms.
"Armin." Eren hugs his best friend before patting him hard on the back. "You look good. I always said you'd look good in black."
"Funny, I said the same thing," Annie says blankly. She turns to Mikasa. "How have you been, monster?"
"As well as any monster can be," Mikasa snarks. "You've gotten shorter."
"I see you haven't changed much."
"Annie." Eren smiles at her. "Nice to see you again."
"You too, suicidal bastard."
The four of them sit down in the booth.
Eren sits beside Armin. "So, are we ready to order or-"
"I already ordered for us," Armin said. "If I remember correctly, it's cheeseburgers, right?"
Eren laughs. "Yeah."
A few minutes later, their order was called and Armin decided to be a gracious host and get their food. And then he was cut off by a familiar person.
"Well, well, well," a worker with reddish-brown hair chants, "What do we have here? The last time I checked, you guys were serving in the Scout Regiment."
Eren gasps. "Sasha, is that you?"
"Potato girl." Armin gets up and hugs her. Eren follows his example.
"Potato girl?" Sasha looks at them incredulously. "I thought everyone forgot about that name already."
"Nope," Eren shakes his head, "it's something that sticks with you forever. Like my name."
"But your nickname is cool. And so is Mikasa's."
"How have you been, Sasha?" Eren reaches over and pulls an extra chair out. "You can sit with us if you want to."
"We'd love it if you did," Armin smiles.
"I would but I can't," Sasha groans. "I'm on thin ice with the manager already.
"What did you do?"
"Live up to your nickname, right?" Eren deduces.
Sasha closes her eyes, sobbing internally. "I thought that if I worked here, I could eat the food."
"You ate a whole stack of food, did you?"
"I did. The manager hates me already and said if I eat so much as a single fry, I'm fired. I can't get fired; this is the only place where I get discounts on food!"
Eren laughs. "Good old Sasha. You know what? How about I order a meal for you? Or, I can give you money to pay for your meal."
Her eyes grow to the size of UFOs. "You would?" She salivates at the thought of free food.
"Yeah." Eren reaches into his pocket and takes out two gold coins. "I figured you'd want two meals so these two coins should cover."
Sasha takes the two coins, looking at their shiny figure before blushing madly. "Thanks a lot, Eren, thank you; I'll be sure to pay you back."
"It's just two gold coins." Sasha hugs him before looking over at Mikasa and Annie. "Hey guys, if you need anything, just let me know." She checks her watch. "You know, my shift is almost over. If we're lucky, I could probably eat with you. But I don't want you to wait on me; I know I wouldn't want me to wait on you."
Armin looks at her. "Huh?" He replays her sentence in his head, trying to find the right sentence structure for her statement.
"We expect nothing less," Mikasa shrugs.
Sasha walks away.
Eren wolfs down some of his food as he converses with Armin.
"How's the gunshop going, Eren?" Armin asks.
"Eh, it's kinda boring. Honestly, I should find another job."
"I would kill to have your job man. Have you seen some of the people I work with?"
"Let's see, after Annie, I've only seen one."
"You would not believe how many assholes work in the police station."
"Kinda sounds like our days back in the service. Remember those asshole military police guys?"
"It was kinda hard not to notice them."
"Armin's been getting himself chewed out a few times," Annie replies. "Honestly, he'd be six feet under without me. Kinda like how you would be six feet under without Mikasa."
"Nah, you're misremembering that; Mikasa is the one who would be six feet under without me."
Mikasa looks up. "No, Eren, I'm afraid you're mistaken: you'd both be six feet under without me and six feet under because of Annie."
Eren and Armin laugh, which drowns out in the sea of the crowd chatting around them.
"One can guess and one can fantasize but it's all irrelevant now." Eren turns to Armin. "So, uh, I've been meaning to ask: what are the cops doing about the gangs in the area?'
"What do you mean?" Armin takes a sip of his drink, curing his dry mouth in preparation of answering Eren's questions.
"The gangs in the area, the Mitte area, are the police doing anything about it? Are they trying to build a case? Get all the gang leaders arrested? Are they trying to do anything to solve the gang problems in the area?"
Armin pauses, putting his drink down, using a napkin to wipe the water that perspired through the plastic cup. "Eren, it's a lot more complicated than that."
"Why? Can't you just get a warrant and arrest everybody?"
"If I could, I would. First of all, to get a warrant issued, I would need to get a judge to issue one. And there has to be a reason for a judge to issue a warrant first."
"Why can't a judge do it?"
"Because the gangs in this area got the judge on payroll," Annie says offhandedly. "You didn't hear it from me."
"I don't hear you talking anyway," Mikasa snarks, keeping her eyes level with Annie's.
Eren focuses on Armin. "Then find someone who will."
"Remember the corrupt police force I'm part of? Many of the gangs have the police on their payroll."
Eren clenches his jaw. "Even you?"
"No, not me. But I can't do much on my own."
"This is pathetic."
"No juries, no prosecutors, nobody is willing to stand up to these guys."
"Why?"
"Fear. Safety. We're still at war and most of the resources in the cities are being handed over to the military. The gangs could've targeted civilians but they're not; they're only at war with each other."
"So? It's only a matter of time before the gangs decide to make us their target. We're not free until we can live without looking over our shoulders every two seconds."
"How is this any different from before the civil war, Eren? Gangs existed."
"But they weren't widespread and they didn't have anybody in their pocket. Maybe one or two gangs but all the gangs in the area, corrupting police, making people live in fear, this isn't freedom, Armin. The people living here, the people okay with corruption, being trapped by enemies, living in fear; they're no different than cattle."
"I agree with you, Eren, to a degree. Sooner or later, there is going to be a war between the gangs; a lot of people are going to die as collateral damage."
Sasha pulls the chair from earlier out and sits with her friends. "Hey guys, my shift ended early." She puts two trays of Big Mac meals on the table for her, all for her. "I guess my manager was starting to take a liking to you."
"What's not to like about you," Armin smiles.
"Aww, you're so sweet, Armin."
"Hey, I did tutor you in school, remember?"
Sasha looks to the side, blushing. "Yeah, you did. Again, I'm sorry for not passing."
"It's fine, it happened a long time ago."
"It's just there were so many food options to choose from and-"
"It's okay, Sasha, that happened years ago."
"Never one to let go of the past, I see." Eren carefully reaches over to steal a fry from Mikasa. She catches his hand.
"Too many french fries aren't healthy for you, Eren." She takes the fry he was aiming for and pops it into her mouth.
Eren cleans his hands with the napkins before standing up, taking his tray, and throwing it in the trash. "Well, it's been fun catching up with you Armin, but we gotta get back to work."
"No, I understand, Eren." Armin stands up after him. "We can't be late either; these pricks we work with may be lazy but they don't appreciate it when we are lazy."
"They need someone to do the grunt work," Annie snarks, "so it might as well be us."
Mikasa stands by Eren's side and hugs Armin tightly, careful not to crush his spine. "Till next time, right?"
"Always, Mikasa. Always."
Eren smiles at Armin before walking with Mikasa out through the front doors. "I think that went pretty well, Mikasa. Still bumping heads with Annie? I guess some things never change."
"Yeah, I guess not."
Sasha follows after them. "Hey guys, whenever you guys are hungry, whenever you want to hang out, you know where I'll be working from 7 to 5 five days a week."
Eren flinches. "You work from 7 to 5 five days a week?"
"I want to be around the food as long as possible."
Eren laughs. Mikasa looks at him. Eren moves in to hug his friend, patting her on the back. "We'll take you up on that deal someday, Sasha."
Eren turns and heads for his car, pausing only when he realizes Mikasa isn't following him. Looking over, he spots his lover hugging Sasha tight. Or was it the other way around? Either way, it warms his heart to see Mikasa experience physical affection with someone aside from him.
At least it's not Horseface.
As Eren heads to his car, he presses the unlock button on his keys and waits. As Mikasa reunites with him, he watches Sasha return to her car and that's when Mikasa freezes suddenly.
Mikasa's eyes widen as she looks over her shoulder, sniffing the air. "Blood?"
Mikasa looks at the other fast-food places, trying to identify the source of the metallic smell of blood. She sets her gaze on the intersection where cars wait on a red light. A man is charging through the intersection, nearly causing several cars to crash. A black car stops in the middle of the street with a blue pickup truck rear-ending the car. The man continues to run in the direction of Eren and Mikasa.
A red SUV crashes into a streetlight on the curb, causing the front of the car to bend back. The driver and four passengers step out, wielding guns.
They fire at the retreating man.
"Get down!"
The five gunmen take cover behind the disabled SUV and fire at the retreating man. The retreating man runs up to Sasha and grabs her from behind, holding her hostage. Turning around, he draws his own gun and fires.
The sounds of gunfire incite panic on civilians in the parking lot, who quickly take off with some getting in their cars and others hiding behind anything waist-high.
"Sasha!" Eren takes cover behind his car, keeping his head down as bullets hit his car, ricocheting and bouncing off. Without thinking, he runs for it.
"Eren!" Mikasa runs for him, hiding behind a parked SUV. "Wait, no!"
One of the gunmen has a sniper rifle. He rests his elbows on the hood of the SUV and lines up his sight. He aims for the son of a bitch shooting at them. If that bastard thought that using a hostage as a meatshield was going to work, he was horribly wrong. He lines his crosshairs up with him and pulls the trigger twice.
Two bullets whistle past the air, puncturing Sasha in the sternum and exiting her back between her shoulder blades. The hostage taker screams, tightening his grip but it is too weak to hold on for long.
Eren screams at the top of his lungs, seeing Sasha cough up blood. Both the hostage taker and Sasha fall to their knees with the criminal landing on his side and Sasha flopping on her front. Eren quickly sprints for her, grabs her by the hands and hastily yanks her away. Mikasa runs out.
"Sasha!" Mikasa puts her arms over her shoulders and helps Eren carry Sasha away. They make it back to the SUV and carefully lie her down.
Armin and Annie finally show up, drawing their guns and returning fire on the gunmen. The five gunmen return fire at the two cops before they take off, hopping into the back of a speeding pickup truck.
Armin quickly calls for backup on his radio before turning to where his friends are.
"Eren, Mikasa, Sasha!" He sprints for the SUV, dropping to his knees as he reaches Sasha. The sight of Sasha's state sends a shockwave of emotions through him. "Annie, Annie! Sasha's been hit! Get an ambulance down here now!"
Annie finishes cuffing the hostage taker before she uses her radio.
"Sasha," Mikasa and Armin cry in unison.
"You're going to be okay!" Eren promises. "You'll be okay!" Eren bites his hand, drawing blood. There is a brief shimmer in his green eyes for a split second. Eren gasps, his breath vanishing from his lungs. He falls back, his bleeding hand faintly steaming and Eren smiles against his will.
"Me..." Sasha groans, her eyes rolling back. "M-me..."
"Hang on, Sasha," Armin yells, "please, hang on!"
"Meat..." Sasha whispers. "M-meat. Meat."
"Sasha! Don't do this!" Mikasa yells. "Sasha, Sahsa! Don't do this! Sasha!"
Eren's breath hitches as he chuckles under his breath. As his laughing rises in volume, he bites his hand again, suppressing any sound he made with his mouth. He bites harder as the dam breaks and his eyes well up with tears as his laughter devolves into sobs.
The Jaeger Apartment
Pulling out a chest from his closet, Eren sits in the middle of his bedroom and opens it. He pulls several military medals out, along with his old uniform. Setting those aside, he reaches inside the chest, pausing only when his fingers run over a piece of fabric resting on a rosewood box. Grabbing the fabric, he lifts it up, revealing it to be a balaclava with the top missing, which would allow his short hair to stick out. The design on the front of the mask...
... The Attack Titan.
He holds the mask to his side as he pulls out the rosewood box. Sitting on the bed, he rests the box on his lap as he opens it, revealing a picture of his mother and father inside. He kisses the photo before putting it back in the box. He pulls out a second photo, revealing a group photo of him and his squad back in the service.
Jean Kirschstein, Connie Springer, Marco Bodt, Hanji Zoe, Levi Ackermann.
And there she was, Sasha Braus.
Gritting his teeth once more as the incident flashes back in his mind, he puts the photo back in the box, careful not to crumble it. As he closes the box, he clutches it, his veins protruding in the back of his hands.
"I'll kill them. I'll kill them all. Every last one. No one will survive."
A/N: There's the first chapter. I will admit that I was a little nervous to post this because I'm kinda new to the whole 'Modern AU' setting kind of thing so I kept having some doubts about how some things should be. But I jumped in with both feet, finished the first chapter, and here I am. Let me know what you think; feedback would greatly be appreciated. If you like it, be sure to leave some kudos and I like reading comments. Well, thank you for taking the time to read and I'll see you in the next chapter.