Float On Alright Marco x Reader

*Cursing
Link to a song ~ youtu.be/vrXpFh2IHZY



Tensions were higher than the blistering heat of that very day.

It was the day of the expedition.

"Squad Leader, (L/n), are you sure this is a good idea?"

Looking over at the cadet, you simply shrugged. Your face held a unfazed expression, to the terrifying monsters you all were about to face.

You didn't care anymore. You couldn't care anymore.

Ever since they took Marco away from you, what was the god damn point? It seems that Erwin mistaken your new attitude as dedication to the cause. How could he not see that you only focused on killing all of those bastards precisely, to numb the pain? When you had seen what had happen to such a sweet, precious man, it felt like the world had just lost the war.

Well, no, you had lost the war. The war of life.

If you had not seen it, you would have thought that they were all lies, that not a single scratch was on his beautiful, freckled face. That face that filled your heart with determination.

"Honestly, cadet, I couldn't care less."

The cadet just fiddled with their straps. Suddenly, all of your squad found the leather material quite intriguing.

You had a plan. A damn good one. Well, at least you thought so.

"Did you run this plan by Corporal or the Commander?"

You slightly turned your head, to let the feeling on your venomous glare hit the young male, that had said that. God, he reminded you of your best friend, Jean. Only you could tolerate Jean. You didn't warm up to each other at first, but for Marco, you would have thrown Jean a festival if that's what Marco deemed fit.

"Stanley, if you don't watch your tone, when addressing me, instead of being scared of the Corporal, people are going to piss their pants at the thought of how bad I kicked your ass. Are we understood?"

Stanley being himself, he just mumbled something about 'those damn tea lovers'. That was a new one. Ever since you became bitter, people often compared you to the stoic man. You two were pretty good acquaintances, so you found a tiny bit of humor, informing him of this.

But, this was not a time for humor. This was an expedition.

Everyone knew there was nothing you detested more, than people fucking around during these times, for obvious reasons.

You did not hesitate to stomp over to the dark haired male, and jerk him by the collar. Eye-to-eye with you, his fear was evident.

"I suggest you do as I say, unless you want me to send you to join the Commander, and have to explain to him why he has to treat an unruly cadet as a child. Is that what you wish, kid?"

He shook his head violently. You almost felt a pang of guilt, for being so hard on him. Almost.

With that, you ordered your cadets to go through with the plan. You already wasted enough precious time messing around.

Your boots gave off a soft thump, as you walked.

Remember when you thought that this plan was a good one? You lied. You knew this plan was idiotic. You walked, but it was alone. You wanted your squad to be productive, while you visited a certain spot.

Running calloused fingers into your matted, (h/c) locks, you thought of all that took place. When shit went down, it plummeted fast.

Right after Marco...passed... all the things about the female titan were reveled. You couldn't believe what was said. When you were told about the fellow Corps members being shifters, it baffled you. Dealing with grief and that, wasn't such a peachy idea.

You sighed while looking at the endless sky. What would it be like to live among the clouds? You weren't talking about living in any after death scenarios. Well, possibly, but not your main point. Oh, what it would be like to just live in a cloud. Growing to the norm of isolation. The only worry being of that the cloud must occasionally move. It would be boring, yes. But how can you experience sadness and anger, if you've only lived in a cloud. The sight of pure nothingness couldn't stir emotion, so you would be immune. You would just float on alright. That seemed like a small price to pay for boredom.

This was the spot. Adorning the ground were some flowers, that you think you've seen in maybe one of Hanji or Armin's books.

Your eyes were a little glossy, as you bend down, to pick one of the flowers. As you did so, your ears detected the sounds of emphatic steps.

At this time, you held a tiny, golden flower in your palms. It had some little specs of dirt on it's petals. They kind of resembled tiny freckles. Yeah, a little, happy golden flower with some freckles.

"M-Marco..."

Finally, some tears wormed their way out.

The crunching of items left upon the earth were getting more prominent.

As memories of the past crept up, a hasty decision was made. A stupid decision it was indeed. Yet, you thought it was an okay one. A pretty damn okay one.

Your gear was tossed into a worthless pile. Your blades gleamed on the ground.

Placing the flower between the strap closest to your heart, you looked in front of you. The sight clenched your lungs. Your breathing hitched audibly.

In front of you was a titan. You had expected that, but something was odd. Unlike the far-stretched resemblance to the flower, this titan had an unmistakable resemblance to Marco.

As it walked towards you, you dropped to your knees, in the small patch of flowers. On those days, when he was just too cute to stand, you did always say Marco would be the death of you. The irony of the titan's looks actually brought a fraction of a smile to your face. Even with streaming tears, it was still the first time in awhile a smile was given from you.  

The titan held you in it's large palms, yet failed to grip you, in any manner. Your eyes fluttered shut, as your mind slowed down. It was almost like your pondering of living in the innocence of a cloud.

You still didn't open your eyes, but you knew you were close to the titan's mouth. You didn't know how you knew, but you could just tell.

Suddenly, something disturbed the comfortable darkness. You heard the panicked yells of a certain friend.

Jean's voice pierced the air.

"(Y/n)! GOD DAMMIT."

You turned, to meet his eyes.

The titan's hand stopped, for a moment. It was if it clenched up in reconsideration.

Jean only saw a small smile on your tear stricken face, as you waved a farewell.

That was the last he saw of you, before you entered the titan's mouth. But oddly enough, you were set in the titan's mouth, and the creature didn't chew or swallow you.

Your brain scrambled in confusion.

You could make out the faint sounds of Jean's screams of hatred. You could feel the movement of the titan moving onward.

The angry shouts of your other friends, you assumed were summoned by Jean, were getting farther and farther away.


When the movement finally ceased, you could see the jaw of the monster move apart. Outside, was an outstretched hand, similar to a platform. Hesitantly walking onto it, you looked at your surroundings. It was a place you hadn't seen before.

There was a tiny house, yet there wasn't any signs of humanity anywhere. There wasn't even another home in sight. There was only this run down home, and a small garden.

The titan set you down, facing you away from it, and when you went to turn, it made some sort of noise. You had guessed this was a form of protest.

Yet, you still turned anyway. In front of you was a peculiar sight. It seemed the titan was attempting to wear itself out. Then it clicked.

A titan shifter? But could it be?

There was no way it was him. No. It's a coincidence. It had to be. It had to be. It had to.

Your brain couldn't take anymore of this. Falling to the ground, your body laid limp on the ground.

While during the time of your unconscious state, the shifter had successfully transformed back to his original state. A small smile was on his face, as he carefully rubbed the singed skin under his eyes. Marco had waited so long to go back for you,but the others wouldn't let him. They thought you wouldn't understand, as much as they had wanted to see you also. So, Marco decided to go his own way. it wasn't easy for the shy man, but he managed.

Crawling over to you, he placed his forehead on yours. He knew this would be a lot to take in. You never really were one for surprises either, but it would all be worth it. He ignored the weight on his heart, that said you wouldn't forgive him for having the others convince him to let them fake his death.  You were here, and that's all he wanted. He couldn't wait to tell you how he would protect you. He even found this little home for the both of you, with a garden he had started and a water source not that far away. He had tried to think of everything you would need, because you were everything he needed.

As the affects of shifting were wearing off, your mind was putting itself back together.

Your eyes fluttered open. Those eyes, that made Marco fall in love again, every time he sees them.

"Marco? How- I don't-"

Marco let out that chuckle of his, that pulled at the strings of your heart.

"It's okay, (Y/n). I promise it's okay."

"But I still don't understand! Why?!"

Your pained expression made his heart drop to his stomach.

"Do you love me?"

With a shaky sigh, you nodded. (H/c) tresses splayed out, on the plush grass.

"Of course. But what does tha-"

"I love you too."

You couldn't help but smile. Even after all you had been put through, you never stopped loving him.

"That's why."

You raised a defined brow, in question.

"If you love someone, you protect them. Even if it's from yourself. But if you love them enough, sometimes it's hard to let go. I guess it was too hard for me."

The pads of your thumbs ran over his lovely freckles.

"I guess it was too hard for me too."
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