Armin was leaning over his desk, looking over the charts in his room when Mikasa loudly barged in through his door, her face stern and disinterested like always.

"Where's Eren?" she demanded.

Armin shrugged, not once taking his eyes of the large crumpled paper in front of him. He brushed his bangs away from his face before replying. "Have you checked downstairs? He's probably there if the screaming and yelling is anything." He looked up at her.

Mikasa buried herself into her red scarf and thought for a moment. Violet-silver eyes stared at the floor.

If Eren was downstairs with their prisoners, taking his time, then he probably wouldn't want to be interrupted. Not that Mikasa was planning on going down there. She couldn't find Marco and Reiner anywhere so she figured Eren must've took them along with him to get some information out of their...prisoners.

But still.....

She didn't trust those bastards which was something she wanted to speak with Eren about. It was better to kill them all off then keep them cooped up in the cells. Besides, what if they sent reinforcements? She knew they were after something valuable. Or rather someone.

Someone like Eren.

She growled viscously at the thought of someone touching Eren and clutched at her scarf. They wouldn't get Eren, no one would. Not now, not ever. They can't take him away from them. Her eyes turned hard, and her face darkened frighteningly. She could feel her blood begin to boil, her fingers twitching with the need to brutally cut into something with her swords. It was quiet and she could feel armin's concerned stare on her from across the room but she shrugged it off.

She stared down at her scarf with adoration and blinked slowly, her eyes softening slightly as she recalled the moment they had all met Eren. Their Eren.

They all sat huddled together for warmth in the corner of the dirty, dark cell. They were cold and the little, shabby clothing they wore on their bony bodies did nothing to protect them against the freezing cell. They hadn't eaten in two days and the last food they ate was just a pinch of bread though that did nothing to sate their hunger.

Mikasa huddled up against Armin, whom was presses against Jean. She could still hear the pirates upstairs laughing and cheering, likely having another stupid party of theirs. The only time one of them came to see them was just to throw a loaf of bread and call them useless, reminding them that they had no home. It was the truth anyway, neither of them had homes anymore.

Most of the time they would beat them if they so much as made eye contact.

Mikasa trembled, bony fists clutching weakly at Armin's filthy shirt. She let out a shaky breath and they all flinched when they heard the creak of a door opening. Would it be another pirate whom would just laugh at them? What would they do? Beat them? Whip them? Kill them? Death would've been better anyways.

They could hear the sound of lights steps-- definitely not one of them since the pirates were always heavy-- descending the wooden stairs then heading their way, the footsteps growing louder and louder.

Mikasa trembled at the thought of another person wanting to hurt them for fun. She couldn't take any more of the beatings. She was already too weak and frail, something would likely break and then she would be useless to protect everyone.

The footsteps stopped right outside their cell door, a golden light flashed in their direction causing them all to flinch and press up against each other even more, not even daring to look.

She inhaled and suddenly the smell of imperial irises and vanilla hit her and she could feel herself and the others relax slightly at the soothing scent. This was an Omega's scent and Mikasa has never met an Omega before but her alpha instincts were telling her this omega isn't dangerous. This omega meant no harm. Yet she felt.....strange.

"Wha-What is this?" The voice was soothing and warm, not cold or rough and despite it sounding bewildered, it made Mikasa feel safe. It caused her to slowly raise her head up, expecting a hit or vulgar words thrown at her, but instead she was met with a surprising sight.

A male, not that tall by the looks of it, stood right outside their cell. Concerned green eyes glowed vibrantly in the darkness and Mikasa couldn't help but be captivated by them. They were like a caribbean color, something she has only seen in books and she felt like she could get lost in them. The pretty male wore a pleasant blouse, with a long dirtied black skirt, red scarf and muddy ankle brown boots. He had silky brown hair and smooth golden skin that looked soft. Very pretty.

"Are you guys alright??" The omega asked in concern as he quickly unlocked the cell door and entered. Mikasa stared up at him in surprise. What was an omega doing on ship? She could feel the others shift around to get a better look at the new stranger, the same surprised look on their faces as well.

"We--" Sasha coughed and sniffed, her voice raspy from the lack of water. "We've been d-down here." She said and coughed again as Connie wrapped his arms around her.

The omega furrowed his brows and looked back and fourth between all of them. Green eyes filled with sympathy and concern. "Oh! I'll be right back!" he said before rushing out of the cell and moments later, returning with a bucket of water and a basket full of loaf bread and apples. "Here.You poor things must be starving." The second he set the bucket and basket down, Sasha had lunged at him causing the omega to startle and jump back with a yelp. Sasha clutched onto the male's skirt and with teary eyes, thanked him.

Mikasa watched as the omega smiled and patted Sasha's head before motioning towards the water and food. "Eat up. There's enough for everyone." He said. Mikasa's group was hesitant and wary but nothingness dived in albeit a bit slowly due to their weak state.

While they did so, Mikasa glanced up at him and Eren looked so beautiful smiling down at her. When he noticed her shivering, he removed his red scarf and kneeled down, gently wrapping it around her.

"Don't worry,"I won't leave you here." he had said, gently taking Mikasa's small hand into his own. He was so warm.

She felt warm. When was the last time she felt like this? What was this familiar feeling?

Mikasa sighed. After being abused by their previous captors, Eren had helped them lot's. He was like a guardian angel, he fed them and gave them warmth, protected them from those disgusting bastards who took pleasure in torturing them.

Eren was important to them all, and if something ever happened to him, they would all likely lose their minds or go on a rampage to get him back because Eren kept them together. And without Eren, they are no one.

Levi clenched his teeth, eyes furiously glaring at the smug omega perched on the table in front of him. To the left, Gunther was huffing from the pain, having had three of his fingers chopped off as his blood continued to pool beneath his hand which was placed flat on the table.

"Well? I asked you a question. Don't make me repeat myself." Eren leaned in close till the tip of their noses touched. His cold yet vibrant eyes stared straight into Levi's as he used his index finger to tilt Levi's chin up, their lips nearly touching. Eren's breath was hot against his lips and Levi felt his fingers twitch. "Answer the question, Levi. All I need is an answer, that's all. "

When Levi only stared, jaw tight as he grit his teeth tightly, Eren smirked cruelly, eyes glinting with something dark and predatory. "Or," He slowly licked his plump lips. "We can try a different way to make you talk..." He purred and in less than a second, he was straddling Levi's lap.

Levi tensed when Eren began gripping him through his pants, his plump ass rubbing against him in a teasing way, and his intoxicating sweet and flowery scent strong. His eyes grew dark, and he snarled threateningly though it did not effect the omega, whom was too busy unzipping Levi's pants.

Eren paused and seemed to contemplate something before speaking in that same, cold tone whenever he ordered. "Marco, Reiner. Take Gothler--"

"It's Gunther." Gunther hissed, only to earn a hard and painful kick to the ribs by Marco. He grunted and fell to the floor, clutching himself.

Eren blinked impassively and continued. "Take him and make sure he doesn't bleed out. If he does, feed him to blade." Eren waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Yessir!" Both Marco and Reiner said in unison. Marco grabbed Gunther by the collar and began dragging the bleeding male away while Reiner held the door open, glancing at Eren in reluctance before turning and locking it on his way out.

Once they were gone, Eren turned to Levi. His movement was so fast it blurred and Levi didn't have time to react until sharp, cool metal pressed against his throat. Levi smirked, eyes flashing with mischief. "Hoh? going to kill me now, captain?"

Eren scowled. "I could, or I could slowly skin you alive as your crew watches. Or maybe it'd be better to watch you die by blue balls." Eren smirked slyly and then, he leaned in until Levi's cool, pale lips were practically against his own, his small and lithe body pressed against Levi's sturdy, built one. His hand, slid down against Levi's chest until it slipped into Levi's pants.

Levi sucked in a sharp breath when a small, warm hand grabbed his hard cock. Eren giggled, and damn it sounded so sinful. He growled when Eren licked his lips, the wet tongue nearly slipping into Levi's mouth. Half of him wanted to bite it off while the other half wanted to know what his own tongue would feel like against the omega's. He wanted to taste him as bad as his inner alpha wanted to mate the pretty boy.

Eren purred, eyes lidded as he spoke in a low and teasing tone. "Tell me, Levi. Which do you prefer?" He stroked the raven haired male in a painfully slow pace causing the older man to hiss.

Levi glared, a tint of pink on his cheeks. "Fuck you, shitty brat." He spat and scowled. If he wasn't tied down, Levi would've already had Eren bent over the table by now, pounding into that ass until Eren begged for him to stop.

But he'd probably get his dick cut off by the little omega's protective crew. Well, what a way.

Eren huffed and rolled his eyes. "Very well." He grabbed a fistful of Levi's hair, and drew his other fist back, delivering a strong blow and with that--Levi went limp; unconscious.