Okay, so I missed Eremarco week by a factor of Several, but I felt like doing some drabbles to get my writing mojo going again. Here’s a little thing from @viella-art’s wonderful Baker Marco and Tiny Cop Eren AU.
Warnings: reference to injuries, blood and stiches.
Mikasa was tactful enough to pretend she didn’t notice Marco’s
attention wandering as the sun sank lower and lower outside the bakery’s plate
glass windows. She gently moved him aside to take care of the customer at the
register he hadn’t noticed, her solemn eyes gentle and sympathetic.
“Sorry,” Marco mumbled, after the lady had left with her
coffee and croissant. “I dunno what’s wrong with me.”
“Yes you do,” Mikasa said, patting his shoulder.
“Yeh, okay, I do.” Marco sighed and cast his eyes down,
brushing a few stray crumbs off the bold white lettering on his t-shirt. The Grateful Bread, and God the way he’d smiled, so proud of the
joke and the design and the carefully clipped sleeves. Almost closing time, and
no green eyes and beaming smile and slightly rumpled uniform…
“Are you okay to close?” Mikasa asked softly, as she
methodically disassembled her espresso machine for cleaning.
Marco nodded with another sigh, and she arched an eyebrow
skeptically. “Seriously, I’m okay, ‘Kasa.” He smiled, if a little weakly. “It’ll
keep me from dwelling.”
Mikasa served a last few stragglers before she took off for
the night, watching Marco out of the corner of her eye. She clapped him on the
shoulder again on the way out the door, leaving him to the sweeping and mopping
in the last hour before close.
The last hour was usually dead quiet, so the jangle of the
shop bell, only a few minutes after Mikasa’s departure, jolted Marco half out
of his skin.
“What’d you forget—“ he began, before he fully registered the
shape in the doorway and the words died on his tongue.
Eren’s eyes flicked up, and then dropped again…he avoided
Marco’s eyes, worrying his lower lip between his teeth, and Marco’s heart
dropped straight through his stomach as he spotted the livid bruises curled
around Eren’s eye socket and spreading out across his cheekbone.
The broom clattered to the floor, and Marco crossed the small
shop floor in three long strides, slapping the Open sign off in passing. They’d always maintained a polite
physical distance, but Marco didn’t hesitate for a second to wrap one long arm
around Eren’s hunched shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” Eren whispered, although he sagged heavily into
Marco’s chest. “I didn’t…I didn’t know where else to go…you’re still open for
“Not anymore,” Marco said firmly, shooting the deadbolt with
his free hand. “What’s wrong, Eren.”
“It was…it was a bad night.” Eren shivered, eyes squeezing
shut…he felt shrunken in on himself, his normal burning warmth diminished and closed
away. “A bad night, that’s all.”
Marco steered him gently but firmly into the shop, away from
the wide windows and into the quiet corner where the comfiest chairs sat in
warm lamplight. He didn’t hesitate to draw Eren over to the biggest and
warmest, and Eren didn’t hesitate to sink down with him, curling into Marco’s
side and resting his head on his chest.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Marco asked, and Eren shook
his head, another shiver wringing itself out of his too-tense shoulders. Marco
glanced out the window, and Eren’s empty patrol car parked haphazardly at the
curb, and another chill dropped down his spine. “Where’s Jean?”
Eren buried his face in Marco’s shoulder, one hand coming up
to fist in his shirt, frightened and childlike. “Still ‘n the hospital…”
“Oh Eren…is he gonna
Eren shrugged sharply, burrowing further into Marco’s chest. “Lotta
stitches…his face…a lotta broken glass…he was a mess…I don’t know how they’re ever gonna….gonna…”
His voice choked, and Marco wrapped his arms tight around his
shoulders, letting Eren hide in his neck as he fought against the tears. “They’ll
take good care of him,” he whispered, running his fingers through Eren’s thick
hair, mussed and tangled with sweat. “We’ll go see him tomorrow, when he’s all
“We?” Eren asked
softly, tilting his head to look up at Marco sidelong.
“We,” Marco confirmed. “I-if you want me to come, of course,”
he added, backtracking in a hurry. “It’s your choice, but…you don’t have to go
alone if you don’t want to. Miks can cover the shop for me.”
Eren sat up and looked at Marco for a long, long time, his wet
eyes softening as Marco met his gaze without hesitation. He opened and closed
his mouth a few times, searching for words.
“S-so you like the shirt?” he mumbled, eventually. Marco
smiled and wrapped his arms around Eren’s waist, tugging him back down in to a
“I love the shirt,
“Even though I got snot ‘n gunk all over it?”
Marco snorted. “I’m a baker. It was never gonna stay clean.”
“Hmf. ‘Kay.” Eren nuzzled back into Marco’s shoulder, relaxing
slowly against his broad chest. “I guess you can keep it then.”
“Can I keep you too?”
There was the faintest pause in Eren’s breath on Marco’s neck,
and then he gave a tiny nod.
“Mhm.” Eren’s arms snaked around Marco’s neck, and his lips
brushed his skin so softly it almost could have been an accident.
Mikasa woke them up at 5 am with the squirt bottle they used
to clean the windows. Marco’s back was in agony and his legs were asleep and his
nose buzzed and twinged every time he inhaled, thanks to the top of Eren’s head
slamming into his face when he jolted awake, and he wouldn’t have traded any of
it for anything.
The slight guilt over his own happiness drove him to fill a
huge basket with pastries and coffee to take to Jean, although he suspected the
note in Mikasa’s handwriting attached to the handle would cheer him up more
than all the muffins in the world
I just imagine that Marco, Eren, and Jean are all part of their high schools track team, and when Eren loses his leg he’s devastated because he can’t compete anymore or race with his team (*cough* and boyfriends *cough*). But when he gets a blade runner he cries with joy at the idea of being able to run competitively again. And then goes to practice with his supportive as hell boyfriends.
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An appreciation post for all the artists that make my dashboard lively and warmer. Sadly I didn’t get to thank everyone, and do something for each one of them. I will surely do them one day, but it’ll be too late for this week. So I’ll mention a bunch of them that really make me happy. Maybe I’ll miss some of them, and I’m sorry if I do. But consider yourself concerned if you see this post.
And so many more. All of you guys, consider yourself as amazing, never let anyone bring you down. You are perfect as you are and every single one of you, with your talents, make other people happy. And that’s an amazing power. Believe in yourself as I do belive in you. Thank you for being your own perfection!
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