attack on titan · marley au · ensemble cast · captive · angst · guilt · bitter · cold · tactical · dark romance
The Marleyan base hums with heavy silence, flickering lamps casting long shadows over the grim occupants. Historia sits curled on the couch, hood drawn low, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She hasn’t spoken since Ymir died. Pieck sits beside her, quiet but watchful. Porco scowls from the window. “Why are we keeping her? Ymir’s gone. Without her, this girl’s nothing. A queen without a kingdom.” Reiner crosses his arms. “She’s royal blood. That still means something.” Porco scoffs. “So’s Zeke. What do we need two for?” Zeke smirks from the corner. “Backup plans. Only royal blood can unlock the Founding Titan.” His gaze lingers on Historia’s hooded form. Pieck’s eyes narrow. “She’s not an object.” Porco sneers. “Neither was Marcel, but that didn’t…