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sink or swim , EREN JAEGER !

: ̗̀➛ the one where after a (somewhat) unsuccessful raid, you're taken as a prisoner.

PAIRINGS — eren jaeger x fem!reader (apocalypse au)

CONTENTS — a lootttt of tlou game references , enemies to friends to lovers , blood , violence , lots of arguing and bickering , fuck is said many times , eren is an asshole but so is y/n so ntm! , for the sake of the fic levi can walk and hange is alive , floch makes an appearance or two , tension , girls girl mikasa , wound cleaning scene , periods get mentioned a couple times if yall even care bout that , mentions of weapons (to be expected) , mentions of suicide and death , everybody is ooc tbh I rushed tf outta the second half , I hate using y/n but I did it anyways so I guess thats it's own warning , it gets cliche rlly quickly but I just needed to finish writing this bro , smut mdni , choking , bj + slight face fucking if you squint , possesive eren , both are switches but eren is mostly the dom , praising kink , fingering , pillowtalk , they're both pretty inexperienced but not oblivious (also to be expected) , unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it) , pull out game is strong , i think i got everything but if i didnt pls lmk! 25.5k

A/N — I'm not sure how to feel about the finished product of this, i just feel like it's super fast-paced and there's so much I could have done to make the transition between enemies and friends better. I hope it's a good read for y'all tho! (art in header by jigpanjang on twt/x)

I RECOMMEND LISTENING TO. . . WHY I LOVE YOU BY JAY-Z . . .WHILE READING

M.LIST

YOU KNEW THAT THERE would be problems with the raid. The idea was stupid and you aren't even sure who brought it up, but the whole thing happened because the groups a few miles away ran into one of your patrols and shot them on sight. You obviously wouldn't have raided them if this was the first time it happened, but they had killed a few more of your patrols before this. At first, you assumed they thought the two guys were trespassers, but after a while, it became bad enough that you had to stop sending patrols that way.

It would have been easier to establish borders or have your leader meet up with theirs somehow, but with the reputation these people have, you're sure that would not have worked.

You had been sent to map out the area surrounding their camp, but you were instructed to keep away from their walls and stay in the trees. Rather than approaching the walls head-on and getting caught by the guards stationed above, you climbed a tree as quietly as you could and scouted from there.

Their camp was larger than yours, and it looked like a neighborhood of sorts. There were houses and shacks scattered around that were in fairly good shape, and you could even spot stables from where you sat in the tree. You also spotted a few 'stores' that were now used for other reasons.

Overall, they seemed to be living comfortably, and that's what bothered you the most. You were going to be a part of a raid that could either take out all the people in this camp or none of the people in this camp. You spotted a woman walking down the paths, holding her swollen belly. They have children living there, and you were going to slaughter those same kids in a few days.

You could feel bile rising in your throat at the thought of killing a child, but instead of hurling into the tree and giving up your position, you immediately climbed down the tree and made your way back home. This raid would start an even bigger fight between your people and theirs, and right now you need anything but a war.

You didn't say that, of course, instead you handed the map to your leader and pretended that this terrible idea would turn out successful and you'd be wrong.

But instead, you just had to be right.

Something bad was bound to happen aside from your people getting killed, but you had no idea that it'd involve you. The gun shoved against your abdomen has definitely been used within the past five minutes because it's hot against the exposed skin on your side. The hand over your mouth is rough and big, covering at least half of your face with a bone-shattering grip, and it stinks of dirt and gunpowder.

You want to scream, but nobody will hear you. Your people are too busy getting folded in their clothes, and the people from the other group would shoot you as soon as they see you. Who got the idea to raid another camp, you can't remember, but what you do know is that if you ever get to leave this place alive you're going to kill them first.

"Shut your mouth and you might live," A deep, manly voice says straight into your ear. The person begins moving backward and you're forced to move with them. After a few more moments of light, you're finally engulfed in darkness. You can't stop moving your legs or you'll be dragged, but you also can't find it in you to stay awake any longer.

By the time you're awake again, you're fenced into a 6x6 area with your legs tied together and your hands cuffed. There is a twin-sized mattress in the corner of the cell with a ratty blanket laid on it. You don't know what time of day it is because there are no windows or even a clock, but you can see a door on the other side of your cell that leads out of this dark, bland room.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the silhouette of a person sitting in a chair near the cell door. You blink a few more times to make sure you're not imagining things, and when you realize there is somebody there, you fully wake up.

The person must've heard the cuffs around your wrists shuffle together because they immediately sit up straight and whip their head around to face you.

You bring your confined hands up to your face and wipe your eyes, "Who the hell are you?" You spit at the man as you move around in your restraints. "I could ask you the same thing," He retorts, eyeing you rudely as you attempt to get your legs out of the rope. You notice that his brown hair is loosely tied back into a bun and a few stray hairs frame his face.

"God dammit, get this shit off me!" You snap at him after a few more moments of wiggling around. You hear him curse under his breath before he looks at the door, then at you. He grabs a key from the pocket of his black cargo pants and inserts it into the cell door, and it clicks open. He grabs his gun from the holster and points it at you, "Don't you fucking try anything." He says through gritted teeth while squatting down to untie the rope, throwing it to the side once it's undone and backing away slowly. His gun is still pointed at you even after he's on his feet. He finally puts it away as he closes the cell door, locks it, then puts away the key.

You mumble out a 'thanks' as you stretch your legs. After a few moments of staring at the iron bars ahead of you, you stand up. The man has sat down again, his hand resting on the gun holster wrapped around his thigh and his back to you. Any attempt you make to escape would be stopped before it even starts, so you decide to sit on the floor after stretching.

Not long after you sit down, the door leading inside of the room is thrown open. A few people walk in, and the man who was sitting in the chair gets up and silently greets them. "Did she get the rope off or did you do that?" A man with blond hair and blue eyes quietly asks the brunette. He's a bit short and doesn't look too intimidating compared to the other people who walked inside, but he's been alive this long for a reason so there must be something special about him.

"She wouldn't shut up so I untied it." He responds while side-eyeing you. You give him a look before turning your attention to the woman in front of him, holding out one of her hands. She was a bit above the average height and had an eyepatch covering one of her eyes, which you could only assume was missing. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than the brunette man and it was in a half up half down style.

The brunette hands the woman the key he used to unlock your cell, and you watch intently as she unlocks the door and makes her way towards you. You fight the urge to say something because you know anything you say will probably be used against you.

"I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and I need you to answer them honestly." She asks as she stares down at you, an expectant look on her eerily happy face. "Why?" You defiantly ask, "Because if you don't you'll probably die." She answers without hesitation. With a blink, you nod slowly as you observe the other people who entered the room.

One of them is a short man with scars littered across his face and he's missing two fingers on his right hand. The other woman is a bit taller than the blond man and she shares a few similarities with the short man. She has dark, short hair and piercing grey eyes, along with a scar across her cheek under one of her eyes. You can tell that she's muscular even with the long-sleeved shirt she has on. What are they being fed?

"Okay! First of all, my name is Hange Zoe. What's your name?" Hange says with a bright smile as she paces around the cell. "Y/N." You curtly say as you watch her, "No last name?" She asks, turning her head to look at you. You shake your head, even if you do have one, you don't know it. She hums before asking her next question. "Why did your people raid us, Y/N?" She asks, still looking at you as she paces. "Your patrols were killing our patrols, and my leader had enough," You raised a brow at the woman.

"They were on our land," She tilts her head at you as she pauses, "We didn't know there were boundaries," You counter, mirroring the look on her face. Another hum, "Did you have anything to do with the plan?" Hange asks before she continues walking. You shrug, "The leader had me map your walls and camp a few days before the raid, but other than that I was just another person sent to their death."

Everybody in the room stills at your response, "You were sent to map out our entire camp and you never got caught? How?" The short man asks as he pushes himself off of the wall he is leaning on. "I memorized where your patrols go and avoided them?" You said as if that was obvious. "The guards on the walls?" Hange questions, "They're not very good guards if they're only looking at the ground." You tilt your head and smile, watching as she turns to look at the group on the other side of the bars.

The shorter man makes his way inside, and you can see Hange panic, so you do too. A harsh kick is delivered to your face, and then your gut, and then another to your face. He does this with a straight face. This knocks the breath out of you, and you sit there for a moment trying to properly breathe.

You hear the short man mumble a few curses under his breath as he walks away from you. "You do know this could have been avoided if you just, y'know, didn't gun down our people?" You lick the blood that seeps out of your newly busted lip, and they all turn their heads to look at you at the sound of your voice. "I think we're done here," Hange says as she exits your cell and locks it. She mutters a few words to the blond man before exiting the room with one last glance your way. Everyone but the blond man follows her out, and the brunette's blank stare lingers on you for a few seconds too long.

The blond awkwardly stands there and looks at you before taking a seat in the chair the brunette had sat in. "What's your name?" You ask and he turns his head slightly at your question. "I'm Armin, the brown-haired man is Eren, and the other woman is Mikasa. The short man is Levi, but don't call him that unless you want to get beat." He quickly adds the last part, making you crack a smile. "What time of day is it?" You question, "There's no windows or a clock in here." You note, hoping he'll take a hint and get you a clock or something seeing as you'll probably be here for a while.

"Right now it's early morning. You were passed out awhile last night, and we had Eren watch over you after he got you here." You nodded at his words, "I can get you a watch or convince Levi to get you a clock." He adds, and you nod gratefully. "All I have to say is do what you're told and you'll be fine," He gives you a weak smile from his spot.

"And good luck with Eren, you'll need it."

You had only been here for a week and a half and you already had the shifts memorized. Eren had the longest shift, and Armin usually had the shortest. Armin had also kept his word and got you a clock, but left it to you to ask if it was night or day.

You only spoke when you were spoken to most of the time, and you answered every question Hange or Levi asked honestly. Your people were too weak to possibly ambush these people again and rescue you as if you were that important anyway. The only reason you're willingly giving up information is because you knew you were never going back home.

The highlight of your day was making jabs at Eren. You learned very quickly that he gets irritated easily, and used that knowledge to your advantage. Today was no different.

Eren unlocked the cell door and sat the tray with your dinner on the floor a few feet away from you before exiting the cell and locking it. Something Eren learned quickly about you was that you were going to not attempt to escape because if you really wanted to, you would've already tried. Because of this, he had removed your cuffs. Not only were you more than likely not going to try and escape, but you were too weak to take any of his people in a fight anyway. You could probably beat the shit out of Armin, but that's not special. He was still cautious, of course. After all, you're the enemy and he wasn't taking any chances.

"Looks like you got me a bit extra today. I'm starting to think you like me." You say sarcastically. "Don't hold your breath," Eren responded with a glare in your direction. "Trust me, I won't." You mutter under your breath as you bite into the slightly cold food.

Eren leaned against the wall a few feet away from your cell, arms crossed and gaze locked on you. "For somebody who hates my guts, you sure do stare a lot." You smirk as you take a few more bites of your food before deeming yourself full. "I was told to keep my eye on you at all times," He starts, "And seeing as I'm surrounded by fucking cement and you're the only person around, I don't see what else I have to entertain me." His tongue is sharp and you're almost offended by his words.

"I entertain you? I sit in this dirty cell all day and do absolutely nothing, how the fuck is that entertaining." You raise a brow as you stand up, approaching the metal bars separating you from him. "Exactly. That's entertaining to me because it shows just how fucking miserable you are if we take away your weapons and put you in a cell with nobody to talk to," Eren approaches the bars, meeting you halfway.

"You people are all the same," You scoff, "I could get out of this cell if I wanted to, and you wouldn't even notice I was gone." You tilt your head up slightly, making it easier to meet the male's gaze. "This shitty world has made me an expert at killing both humans and the undead. I could gut you with any weapon I want to," You bite, and you watch as his face contorts into one of anger. "Scratch that, I don't even need a weapon," You look Eren up and down as your next words leave your lips, "I could take you."

Before you even realize what's happening, Eren has you pulled roughly against the bars with the barrel of his gun shoved deep into your side. The hand keeping you against the bars is wrapped tightly around your jaw, too close to your throat for comfort. Both of your hands instinctively wrap around his wrist through the bars and he fucking smiles as he watches you struggle.

"What was that?" He asks, his smile growing, "You can take me?" Eren's grip on your jaw tightens enough to have a pained whimper leave your mouth. "Sweetheart, I could kill you in so many different ways right now." The words leave his mouth with no hesitation, "If I pull this trigger nobody would bat a fucking eyelash when I walk out covered in your blood." Your faces are centimeters away now and you know he can see the fear in your eyes.

"You're fucking pathetic," He pulls you closer, and his strong grip tightens even more, leaving you to let out another pained whimper. Eren's grip tightens for a second longer before he finally releases you from his hold, "We won't kill you, but when we're done with you," He holsters his handgun, "You'll wish you were dead."

"Fuck you." You angrily bite back as you rub your jaw, hoping to ease the pain somehow. "You want to be useful?" Eren asks as he peers at you through the bars, "Keep on giving us answers like the little bitch you are." And with that, he exits the room.

You were now on your second week of confinement and you've been left with your thoughts long enough to formulate a plan that might get you out of here.

Keyword: might.

Eren is the night guard, which means he has the longest shift. This is a problem because night is the best time for you to even attempt an escape plan. You have no idea what's outside of that door, and for all you know there could be more guards outside. You do know that if this works, you'd have a handgun with a full magazine and a combat knife, so if there are more guards on the outside you could attempt to kill them.

Eren is strong and could probably kill you with punches alone, you've seen this firsthand. Your best bet is to attack him while he's giving you your dinner.

The plan goes something like this; lure him closer than usual and take his gun. Throw the gun outside of the cell for you to grab later, and fight Eren. Your only way of winning is to get the upper hand while he's distracted with the gun. If you're lucky, he won't have time to grab his knife before you're on him. After he's hurt enough, you'll grab the key from his pocket and leave with his weapons. Assuming that there are guards on the outside, you'll have to stealthily take them out without alerting the entire camp. You've been taught how to fight multiple people at once, but you haven't been properly fed or done any kind of exercising in roughly two weeks, so you are going to be slower and less agile than before. You have yet to exactly think past that and your entire plan is based on luck alone.

You don't know when you're going to act on the plan, but you do know that it has to be soon because if you keep living the way you are right now, you'll be too weak to even think about escaping.

The jingle of keys interrupts your thoughts and you look up to see your cell door wide open. Eren is standing outside of your cell with Levi, his arms crossed and his brows angrily pinched together. You can see that Levi is holding handcuffs and what looks like folded clothes.

Levi wordlessly hands the cuffs to Eren, who walks inside of your cell and towards you with a dangerous stride. "What's going on?" You ask, raising a brow as you look between the two men. "Stand up and put your hands behind your back," Eren says, avoiding your question. You hesitantly stand up and hold out your hands. Eren eyes you expectantly, and you turn around with a roll of your eyes. He places a hand in the middle of your back, pushing you into the wall before putting the handcuffs on you in one swift motion. They're tight on your wrists, but you're in no position to complain because, from the looks of it, you're being let out.

The hand on your back shifts to grip your shirt and he pulls you off the wall. "What the fuck is happening?" You ask as Eren walks you towards the exit of the cell. Your gaze is locked on Levi who pushes himself off the wall before walking in front of you. "You're being let out." He curtly says as he opens the door that leads out of the room.

"Don't celebrate yet, this isn't permanent," Eren says, failing to answer your previous question. The sun has set and due to your lack of layers, you can feel the crisp fall breeze. Armin had told you it was early September a few days ago, so you knew it was around autumn.

During the walk a few things caught your eye, making Eren shove you forward to catch up with Levi whose short legs took him places at an unbelievably fast pace. After Eren shoves you for the fourth time, you turn back to glare at him. "You don't need to be so rough." You say as you continue walking behind Levi, "I wouldn't have to be if you'd just walk," He pushes you again, making you bump into Levi's solid back. He shoots a glare at Eren, who gives him a nervous look behind your back.

You're stopped in front of a small building not too far from the one containing your cell. "What's this?" You ask, glancing over at Levi. "Your chance to shower because you smell like shit." He harshly replies, making you slightly flinch back in surprise. Levi begins walking towards the building and you follow him without hesitation. You still hear Eren's footsteps behind you, but you pay no mind to them as you enter the building closely behind Levi.

He stops next to a door, "If you come out and you still stink, I'll kill you." Levi says as he opens the door for you. His words are humorous, but his serious face keeps you from letting out a laugh. Eren pulls you closer to him and you look back at him in surprise. He makes eye contact with you for a moment before taking off your handcuffs and shoving you forward into the room. Levi shoves the stack of clothes into your chest and your hands instinctively wrap around it, grasping the clothes like they're going to run away. "Knock when you're done and Eren will take you back to your cell," Levi says before shutting the door. You listen for a moment and you hear muffled talking before receding footsteps.

You unfold the clothes in your hands to see a white button-down, a pair of thin black pants, black socks, underwear, and two towels. You set the items on the bench that's next to the door before turning to observe the rest of the medium-sized room. It's big for a shower, which you are okay with for the most part. The shower looks relatively easy to operate, so you pay no mind to that. There is a bar of soap, a washcloth, and some shampoo and conditioner on a little shelf next to the showerhead. It's nothing fancy, but it's better than what you had back at your camp.

You undress at record speed before turning on the shower and making it warm. The groan you let out at the feeling of water on your dirty skin is questionable, but you're too focused on the fact that this is an actual fucking shower. You open your mouth and let some water into your mouth before swallowing it. You could care less that it's tap water, you're just happy to be in the shower for the first time in weeks.

You run your hands over your face before grabbing the bar of soap and coating a bunch of it into the washcloth. You scrub your skin until it's raw, washing off the grime and dirt that has piled up onto your once supple skin. The soap smells strongly of pine and reminds you of winter. You massage the soap into your face, washing away the dirt. You don't know what possessed them to grant you a shower, maybe it was your mostly good behavior or maybe they felt bad but either way, you were extremely glad.

After rinsing away the pine soap, you lather shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp for some time before washing it away. You aren't sure how to describe the smell of the shampoo, but it smells good and that's all you care about right now. After the shampoo is washed away, you run conditioner through your hair and let it sit for a few minutes.

You find yourself scrubbing your body again, this time a bit softer, but still hard enough to ensure that you're clean of any dirt. You repeat this process a few more times before you're too tired to continue scrubbing, lathering, and rinsing. The amount of times you wash your hair can't be healthy for it, but you don't find it in you to care. Your old camp only had body soap and you were limited to five-minute showers, anything more than that and you'd get your rations lessened for a week.

After a few moments of sitting under the water, you approach turn it off and finally begin to dry yourself off. You ensure your body is completely dry before putting on the fresh clothes. Your hair will take time to dry, so after patting it with a separate towel you let it drip onto the button down. You've never felt cleaner than you do now, and you make a mental note to thank whoever got the idea to allow you to do this.

The black socks are the last thing you need to put on before you're fully clothed, and after you do you feel mostly complete. You'd appreciate a bra because this blouse does almost nothing to hide your free tits like your other shirt did. You'd also like some shoes because your raggedy Converse had disappeared from your feet once you were taken prisoner.

You aren't going to ask for either of those things, though. You're just grateful these people were nice enough to let you shower, even if it was because you smelled like absolute shit.

You gather your dirty clothes and the towels before knocking on the door. It opens, revealing an irritated Eren. His look of irritation morphs and he stares at you with an unintelligible look for a few moments. You don't know what you look like and you aren't sure if the look on his face is one of disgust or something else entirely, but he's making you self-conscious.

He blinks a few times, snapping out of his trance and holding up the handcuffs. You look between the cuffs and your full hands, "What am I supposed to do with my clothes?" You ask, "Throw them away." He responds without hesitation, his nose scrunching in disgust. There's a trash can a few feet away and you look at it.

You take a step towards it and Eren grabs you before you can take another, "What are you doing?" He harshly asks, "Throwing away my clothes… like you said?" You raise a brow, making Eren sigh. He leads you over to the trashcan and you throw away your old clothes. Once your hands are free, Eren grabs your hands and places them together behind your back before cuffing you again.

The walk back to your cell is quicker than before and it's silent between you and Eren on the way. Eren opens the cell and lightly pushes you inside before taking off your handcuffs. "You missed dinner because you were in the shower so long, but I'll see what I can do," Eren says as he locks your cell. "I'm not hungry, just get me extra tomorrow." You say before sitting down on the thin mattress. You look at Eren, who is now sitting on the chair outside of your cell.

After tonight, you're not sure if you still want to go through with your shitty escape plan. If you just do what you're told and keep doing things the way you've been doing them, you'll live.

And in the end, that's all that matters.

Your fourth week came quickly, and Levi made sure to remind Eren to take you to the showers twice a week. "If she's going to be living in my camp, she won't be smelling like cow shit," He had said.

The crappy escape plan you had made was completely out of the question now. You could tell that these people were gradually becoming less afraid and cautious of you, which you were honestly grateful for because you're not sure how long you can pretend that you don't want to live.

Armin had begun to open up to you more, and during the short time that he would watch over you, he would ramble on about all of the things he would see if he wasn't stuck here.

You didn't know if it was because you were the only one who would listen or if he genuinely liked you, but Armin would tell you about everything going on in the camp and sometimes things about himself. It's a stupid thing to do but you're pretty sure that all of the people that come to watch over you know you're never going to attempt to escape. On top of Armin warming up to you, you started to realize that Eren was slowly becoming less argumentative. Some days he’d even bring you extra rations or talk to you like a normal person rather than an angry man with no manners.

You know not to trust these people or their motives and they know not to trust you, but you're starting to think that with time they are beginning to realize why your leader did what she did rather than trying to talk things out like a professional, and not to blame you for it.

“Why do you do that?” Armin's soft voice interrupted your thoughts, making you turn your head to look at the blond. “What?” You ask, tilting your head at the man. “Why do you do that?” He questions again, “Do what?” You raise a brow in confusion. “You sit there and stare off into space while people talk to you,” Armin answers bluntly, “Eren tells me about it all the time.”

His last few words catch you off guard. “Eren talks about me?” You ask, barely paying attention to his earlier question. Why would Eren be talking about you? “Yeah, a lot actually, it's kind of weird.” the blond scratches the back of his neck. “Anyway-” He begins before you cut him off, “What does he say?” Your question, now fully focused on the conversation at hand. “Most of the time he just calls you annoying and gets on with it, but sometimes he goes into depth about your little arguments,” Armin shrugs, “It's annoying to the rest of us because if we didn't interrupt him, he would go on for hours.”

You hum before thinking for a moment, “What was your question?” You ask, “I was just wondering what was on your mind, is all." Armin curiously blinks at you through the bars.

You trust Armin more than you trust the others, but for all you know that could be exactly what they want you to do. Armin is a sweet boy at heart, you can tell, but the glint of malice in his eyes never seems to leave when he stares at you. He dissects you with his eyes and it feels like he can read your thoughts.

"It's nothing, I just have a lot of free time in here, y'know?" You shrug, choosing not to explain your complex thoughts to him. He lets out a disappointed hum before checking the clock, "Looks like my shift is over," Armin stands up from his cross-legged spot on the floor, "Until next time, Y/N." He gives you a small smile before exiting the room. You have a few minutes to yourself between the shift changes and you use this time to stretch and think.

Now that you think about it deeply, Armin being nice to you could be a ruse. He's a nice guy that talks about books and the ocean which makes you more likely to befriend him and begin to trust him. In theory, it's a perfect plan, but he has a dark look in his eyes that tells you he's done things he's not proud of and he'd do them all over again if it meant being alive.

"How old are you?" The question leaves your lips without even thinking about it. Eren raises a brow in your direction, making you instantly regret your question. "Why?" He asks suspiciously, "Well, I was just wondering because everybody here looks so young." You manage to stammer out without embarrassing yourself.

Eren hums, "I'm nineteen." He answers curtly, "Really?" You ask, "You look like you're in your twenties." The words come out ruder than you expected, but you've said worse to him. "You don't look too good yourself," Eren scowls at you through the bars.

You hate having to talk to people through this stupid cell, it makes you feel so separated. To be fair, that is the point, but you feel so much more in tune with life when you're let out even if it isn't that long.

You glanced over at the clock, "I didn't realize it was so late." You mutter, "If yo-" A thump on the door Eren was a few feet away from cut off his words. You look at him, expecting some kind of explanation, and you watch as his brows crease together. "It's too late at night for anybody to come down for questions," Eren says with a confused look.

His hand reaches down where his gun is holstered on his thigh, but doesn't take it out. Another loud thump makes you slightly flinch. Eren curses under his breath before opening the door wide enough for you to see whatever was behind it, and an even more confused look washes over his features, "What are you doing down here, Floch?" The unfamiliar name rolls off of Eren's tongue with a hint of disgust. "Let me through," The other man, Floch, orders. "I can't do that," Eren says before looking him up and down, his eyes pausing on what looks like a gun in one of his hands.

Floch attempts to shove Eren out of the way, "What the fuck?" Eren curses loudly as he pins Floch against the wall. Eren rips the gun from the redhead's hand and quickly turns the safety on before tossing it to the side. Eren has Floch in a familiar position, reminding you of when he had pulled you against the cell a couple of weeks ago.

"Eren just move, you want her dead as much as the rest of us," Floch struggles in Eren's tight hold, "Didn't Hange tell you that we keep her alive?" Eren shoots back, "I'd be doing us a favor." Floch angrily says at Eren. You can see the way Floch begins to shake more than before, telling you that Eren's grip is tightening. You hear him sigh loudly before throwing him on the floor. "Go home, Floch." Eren scoffs, "If this happens again, I won't be so nice."

Floch looks at you for a few moments before looking back at Eren. He opens his mouth to speak, but a glare from Eren makes him close it. "Levi isn't going to be too happy with you, so I'd suggest you leave before he has even more of a reason to kill you." Eren deadpans at him, "Go home before I take matters into my own hands."

Floch leaves in a hurry, not even attempting to grab his gun before leaving. Eren holsters his gun before picking up Flochs and tucking it into his pants.

“Well, that was an experience.” You say with a surprised look, “The first of many, I assume.” Eren sighed as he sat down.

You want to ask about what Floch said, “You want her dead as much as the rest of us.” But the answer to your question is pretty evident. You keep forgetting that you're still technically a prisoner no matter how much the people around here begin to warm up to you.

“Can I ask you something?” You question, tilting your head slightly in his direction and he nods. “Do you know if… I might ever be let out?” You don't look at him when you ask the question, instead focusing on the buttons of your fresh blouse. “To be honest, I don't know.” Eren bluntly tells you, “I only know so much about their plans for you, and from what I know, you being let out isn't a part of them.” He scratches the back of his neck nervously, awaiting a response from you.

It might not be obvious, but Eren has warmed up to you these past few weeks. In the beginning, he thought you were a threat, somebody to be careful of. And he was right, for a while. But things began to change quickly and before he knew it you were just a girl. You weren't a threat, just a girl who was on the wrong side at the wrong time. He doesn't trust you, not entirely, but he's willing to give you a chance. You said it yourself when you first got here, you were just another person sent to your death.

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask after thinking carefully about his answer to your last question. He purses his lips awkwardly, “I really don't know, and if I did I'm not even sure if I would be allowed to tell you that information.” You're not sure if he's saying he doesn't know because he actually doesn't know, or if he does know and he just isn't telling you anything.

You stare at him blankly for a few more moments before rolling over to face the concrete wall. Something is better than nothing, you guess.

You had been here for a month.

Hange and Levi knew basically everything about your people and they were slowly running out of questions to ask, the only things they hadn't found out yet were about you.

People were beginning to get tired of guard duty because there was nothing to guard. You're not a threat and at this point guard duty was just time for them to rest.

"I have a question," Eren had spoken up during a meeting, looking over at Hange. She nods, "Go ahead." She sat down in her chair and looked at Eren. "What do you have planned for her when you're done?" He asked, and everybody in the room perked up at his question.

Hange is silent for a few moments, tapping her fingers against the table in thought. "She knows too much." She speaks up after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. "She's seen our faces, bits and pieces of our home," Hange licks her lips, going back into thought. "I haven't thought about it too much, but what I can say is that there's no way she can leave alive," Hange looks over at Levi, and for once he has no ideas.

"She's not a threat if you haven't noticed. Maybe before she got here, but now she's too weak to put up a fight against anyone." Eren explained. A part of him wanted you to stay as a member of their community, but the other wanted you dead or close to it. Hange lets out a long sigh before looking at the time, "We'll talk about this another time, everybody is dismissed." Everybody begins to exit the room, but Eren sticks behind.

Hange is sitting at her desk, leaving only her and Eren. He approaches the desk and leans on it, "I have a proposition," Eren begins, and Hange shuts her eyes tightly, "Hear me out," He says, and Hange sighs before nodding.

"Let her stay here, alive. I know there's more to find out about her and the only way to break her is to make her feel like she's one of us." Eren says in a rushed tone. Hange gives him a look, and he keeps his stern eyes on her. She hates to admit it but he's right and the idea is smart. "I'll think about it. Just don't make any rash decisions." Hange says, and Eren nods before she waves him off.

That night you notice that Eren is more talkative than usual, and hasn't tried to argue with you once, which is extremely out of the ordinary for him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Eren had cut himself off in the middle of a story just to ask that question. "Why are you so happy today?" You ask, answering his question with a question. Eren puts his hands up, mocking a surrender, "Excuse me for being joyful." He answers, sarcasm lacing his tongue.

You raise a brow at him, "You're acting weird." Eren scoffs at your words, "Why am I always the one doing something wrong?" He asks, somehow turning this on you. "Because you're you." You deadpan, watching as Eren rolls his eyes before continuing his story.

The truth was, you liked the mean Eren more. It reminds you that you're still a prisoner, and these people aren't meant to be nice to you. You've gotten so used to being treated like an outsider that you aren't sure how to feel about being treated like an actual person.

Eren pursed his lips once he realized you weren't listening, more focused on pushing the food on your tray around than the story he was telling. He watched as you sighed before setting the fork down, opting to stare at the food rather than eat it.

Eren takes a moment to look at you. He notes the curve of your nose and the color of your eyes, alongside the shape of your eyebrows and the slight pout of your lips. If you weren't a prisoner he would probably make a move.

"What's up with you?" He randomly asks, leaning up against the bars of your cell. You look up from the food and over at Eren, "You wouldn't understand." It comes out ruder than expected, but you can't find it in you to reword your sentence. Eren opens his mouth to retort but decides to choose his words carefully. "Help me understand, then." He says after a few moments.

You look at him through the bars and your E/C eyes find his emerald ones. "I'm tired of…" You pause as you get up, "..This." You wave your hands around yourself, making him sigh. He's working on 'this', but there is no way in hell he's getting your hopes up when he doesn't even know if his proposition with Hange will even work.

"I-" He hesitates, and you watch as his eyes flicker between yours and the floor. "I can't do much to help you," Eren says dryly, "I don't make the rules." He bites his lip out of what seems like nervousness and watches your face for any kind of emotion. "It doesn't matter," You so badly want to tell him how much you hate this place, and how you wish things were different. How if it were up to you, you'd be fucking dead because that's better than being held prisoner. But you don't, because if you do then they'll lay it down on you.

Complaining always makes it worse, you found that out the hard way back home. Can you even call that god-awful place home? You're not even sure if you have one of those anymore.

Another week passed and tensions were only growing. Ever since your short conversation with Eren, it felt like you had taken four steps backward. Winter was quickly approaching and if they wanted you to live, which they more than likely don't, they'll need to upgrade your living conditions.

Armin was late for his shift, which was unusual for him because he's usually the most punctual out of all of your guards (yes, you memorized their punctuality, what else did you have to do?). Your recent conversations with Armin have been lackluster, and today you were hoping for him to have something more interesting to tell you.

The sound of the door opening, along with multiple pairs of footsteps, breaks you out of your thoughts. Levi, Hange, Eren, and a few unfamiliar faces step into the room. You're surprised to see them instead of Armin, but then you remember that they might be here for questioning, which would also be odd because Armin would be with them.

What surprises you, even more, is when Hange and Levi enter your cell wordlessly and place cuffs on you, they order you to get up and exit the cell. "What's going on?" You ask as you're forced past Eren and the unfamiliar people, who simply stare at you before following closely after Levi and Hange. You don't struggle against the cuffs, but the silence is fucking killing you.

It's not long before you're outside in broad daylight. How long has it been since you've seen the sun? You curse as your eyes adjust to the new lighting and Hange and Levi let you go, giving you a slight push. "Can somebody tell me what the fuck is going on?" The handcuffs are quickly taken off of you, and you wiggle your fingers.

The unfamiliar faces are whispering to each other, and you can't quite make out what they're saying as they stare at you. Eren is looking at you expectantly, and Levi and Hange share a look before settling on you. You're unsure whether or not this is some kind of test or a sick joke for a reason to finally beat you, but you awkwardly stand in front of them with a confused look on your face.

You do a slow three-sixty and take in your surroundings, from the buildings you've only ever seen in the dead of night or from afar to the actual size of this place. When you finally turn back to them, they're all staring at you expectantly. "Is somebody going to explain what's happening right now or not?" You ask, pressing a hand to the nape of your neck as you awkwardly stand there.

This might be the most confused you've been since you got here, honestly. You aren't sure what they're expecting from you and there's not much you can do without knowing the point of this. They cuffed you, took you outside of your cell, uncuffed you, and now… oh. They think you're going to run.

One thing is for certain, if you do they'll have you gunned down in seconds. It's not like you want to run anyway, it's a lose-lose situation and you're gaining nothing whether you run or stand here and do nothing.

Hange sighs after a few moments and whispers something to Levi. He nods and says something to Eren that you can just barely hear. "Just take her, she's not going to do anything." And then it finally hits you. You're free. Hange and Levi walk off, and the unfamiliar people walk with them, and Eren approaches you.

Eren beckons for you to follow him and you begin to walk. The amount of stares you get on the way to wherever the hell you're going is more than you can count on your toes and fingers combined. You have so many questions that have so many different answers and you aren't even sure how to go about asking them. You don't miss the way Eren's hand is hovering over his gun as if waiting for you to try and strike him.

You get to fully observe the place as you and Eren walk down a path. There are a few stores that have been turned into places to get clothes or other resources in exchange for something useful, and you see a lot of stalls set up for what looks like trading. You can spot a stable from your position, and you and Eren are now approaching the houses you had seen when you were scouting the camp.

Eren walks towards a specific house, and you nervously follow him. "Are you gonna kill me or somethin'? Maybe I should've run.." Eren laughs at your question as he pulls a key out of his pocket. "No, I'm not going to kill you." He assures you and opens the door to the house. You aren't sure how long it's been since you've been inside a house that wasn't filled with vines and rodents, but it's obviously been too long because as soon as you walk inside you feel like somebody from before the world went to shit.

"Do all the houses look this nice?" You ask, slightly amazed by how clean it is, and Eren looks at you. "Yeah, most of them. Some are still being cleaned out, though." He explains, and you nod. "So, what are we doing here?" You ask, and Eren smiles. "You live here now," He says, and you immediately turn to look at him. "What?"

"This is another test, it has to be." You say, raising a brow at him. He shakes his head, "It's not, you're not a prisoner anymore." You don't know why you believe him so easily, but you do. "Do I get the whole thing to myself?" You ask stupidly, and he gives you a look. "Obviously not. This is my house, you'll just be staying with me." He takes off his boots and places them next to the door, and you watch as he enters the kitchen. The sight feels domestic until you look at the weapons strapped to his body.

You awkwardly stand at the door, still unsure of what to do until Eren beckons for you to follow him and the two of you make your way to the second floor. He leads you to a bedroom with only a few boxes in it and tells you it's yours. "The boxes are some of Mikasa's old clothes. When she found out you'd be staying here she dropped off some of the clothes that she didn't need. She said you'd need it." Eren explains, and you nod. "That door leads to a bathroom that connects our rooms, and there's another bathroom downstairs." He points at a door before looking back at you, "Don't kill me in my sleep." He jokingly adds, and you nod again with a small laugh. "Okay.. thank you." You say after a few moments, and you watch as he pushes himself off your door frame, "It wasn't my choice, but you're welcome, I guess." He waves you off before walking away from your door. That might be the least disrespectful thing he's done this week.

You scoff before walking over to the boxes and sitting down on the hardwood floor. Mikasa had done a good job at organizing the boxes and even went as far as labeling them, so you didn't have to do much to sort them out. Most of the clothes are bland, which is to be expected, and mostly worn down, but you can't complain.

You're met with at least five or six pairs of jeans and cargo pants in one box and long sleeves, sweatshirts, and t-shirts in the other. The third box has a good amount of feminine things like underwear, tampons, and bras (she left a note letting you know that if the bras don't fit, she can help you wrap your chest if it comes down to that). The fourth box has a pair of boots and two pairs of worn-down Converse that look exactly like your old ones. You aren't sure how to show your gratitude, but you're thankful that she included tampons because you had to free-bleed while on your period this month and it was, to say the least, embarrassing.

You sort the clothes into piles depending on if they fit, are too big, or too small. You would wear it all anyway so you weren't sure why you did that, but it was nice to know anyway. After putting the clothes back in their designated boxes, you tested out the bed and laid down on it. It was big enough to fit two or three people and for such an old bed the mattress was rather comfortable. You aren't sure if it's actually comfortable or if you've just lived uncomfortably for too long, but either way, you've never been happier.

Testing out the bed ended up being a bad idea because you fell asleep not even five minutes after lying down. You aren't sure when Eren walks in and wakes you up, but his voice startles you out of your sleep.

"You got comfortable quickly," Eren says, and you hum at the sound of his voice.

"What time is it?" You ask tiredly, and he takes a moment before answering.

"Almost dinner. They got a big haul today so you'll have something other than squirrel."

"I thought the squirrel was pretty good." You turn on your side to look at him leaning against the doorframe.

He shrugs, "It's alright, just repetitive after a while." The two of you silently stare at each other for what feels like hours. "I'm about to head out, do you want to come with me or do you want me to bring you a plate?" Eren asks after a few moments, and you pause in thought. On the one hand, you want to try and fit in with these people, but on the other, you're entirely sure that they wouldn't want anything to do with you.

"Can you just bring me a plate? I'm still pretty tired." You say, and Eren nods. "I'll wake you up when I get back." And with that, you turn back to your other side when he walks away. You can hear him walking downstairs, and you can hear it when he opens the door to leave. It's not long after he leaves that you're lulled off to sleep once again. You aren't sure what you dream about in the short time you're asleep, but after a while, Eren comes back, and he's waking you up again.

He calls you down from the staircase, and you groan in response. When you're not downstairs after five minutes, he huffs and makes his way to your room.

It's even weirder for him than it is for you, Eren thinks. You got comfortable quickly, which is surprising yet not surprising at the same time. You had been held prisoner for weeks, so he's not shocked that you were so happy to finally have a comfortable bed and new clothes, but you were held prisoner for weeks. For all he knows you could be thinking up a plan on how to kill him (it wouldn't work even if you tried).

He's eyeing you as you eat, and if you notice you don't say anything. Eren doesn't know what you were thinking about in that cell of yours, but you look at peace somehow. Have you come to terms with the life you have to live from this point forward? Or are you just putting on an act as a way to gain everybody's trust? It seems you've already done that, seeing as you're technically free.

What Eren doesn't know is that you're anything but at peace. You're unhappy, angry, weak, and you're scared to even leave Eren's home. You aren't sure why they put you with him, and you honestly wish they fed you to the dead because you'd rather go out like that than live here feeling like a complete outsider 'til the day you inevitably die.

You finish the plate with a soft sigh, and you look over at Eren. If you hadn't noticed him staring before, you do now. He doesn't miss the way your brow creases when you catch him already looking at you, and you pull a face when he doesn't look away.

"What's y'r problem?" Eren asks, and you raise a brow.

"What?" You ask, and Eren watches closely as your facial expression changes to one of confusion.

"You-" He sighs, "You're all shaky and tired and you're acting all nervous and shit, what's your problem?"

"What are you- Eren I'm trying to figure out if I should trust you guys or not! I've been a prisoner for the past month and out of nowhere I'm free? If it were you, I'm sure you'd be shaky and nervous too." You snap, and his brows quickly furrow.

"If it makes you feel any better we don't trust you all that much either. Hange doesn't even want to let you work around here because she's scared you'll fucking kill somebody. This whole thing was organized so we can gain your trust and see if you're worth ours." Eren cursed, and you held back a huff.

"If you don't trust me what the fuck was the point in letting me out of that cell and giving me the smallest taste of an actual life?" You retorted, and Eren rose from his seat across from you.

"We're trying to see if you switch up!" He yells, and you copy his actions, rising from your seat.

"I'd rather be tossed into a dirt pit with nothing but a puddle in it and die of starvation than be put through a useless test. If I wanted to kill anybody, I'd start with you, but guess what? I don't want to kill anybody! I'm trying to show you that you can trust me so I don't get fucking lynched!" You loudly confessed, and Eren took a deep breath before simply staring down at you.

You place your hands on the table and lean against it. The staring contest goes on for a while, but it's not long before you grow uncomfortable under his intimidating gaze. You watch as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth and the way his brows slightly twitch.

Eren curses under his breath before looking away. "Okay, Y/N." He curtly says as he strides past you and makes his way to the stairs.

"That's seriously all you have to say?" You call out, and you miss how his fists clench at the sound of your voice. He ignores you and continues walking upstairs.

You huff before tossing your fork into the sink and your plate into the trash can. If Eren truly wants to be like that, you'll just have to go lower.

The weeks pass by quickly, and you and Eren still haven't gotten over your little argument. Living with him made ignoring him harder than before, and Hange started allowing you to patrol (which was a surprise to everyone, really) so you had to go with either him, Armin, Mikasa, or one of the other people she trusted enough to watch over you. Eren is petty, you learned that the hard way. There are so many unspoken words between the two of you, and it only gets more tiring as the days pass by.

Today is no different.

It's almost Thanksgiving, a holiday that doesn't matter very much in the new world, and you're unable to even celebrate it because the majority of the animals have either gone into hibernation or left for the winter. Either way, you were informed by Mikasa of a big get-together hosted by Hange the day before, celebrating the holiday. It happens every year and with you being a new addition, Mikasa asks you to show up. You don't mention your invitation to Eren the next time you patrol together, opting to stick to the usual silence.

You've gotten the slightest bit more comfortable around the people, and they're slowly beginning to like you. You notice their hesitancy and their tenseness around you, but you say nothing and do your best to earn any ounce of trust you can get.

You bump into Eren before you leave for the stables, and he happens to be leaving too. He doesn't mean to shoulder-check you after putting on his coat, but you don't say anything about it so he doesn't apologize. It feels odd walking next to him and not saying a word all the time, but you're not going to be the one who breaks the silence, you want him to break first.

The two of you make it to the stables in minutes before splitting away from each other and grabbing your assigned guns. "You know where you're going, Y/N?" Jean, a close friend of basically everybody, asks as he hands your rifle over. "Um, yeah, watchtower with.." You trail off as you check the gun, forgetting who your partner was for today. He notices you are lost in thought and lets out a curt chuckle, "Watchtower with yours truly," He jokes, and you slightly smile. Jean is one of the few people who warmed up to you quickly. He was hesitant at first (rightfully so), but the two of you eventually talked and clicked almost instantly.

Eren listens to the two of you talk for a few moments, the smallest scowl on his face as he watches you smile up at Jean while talking. Armin's voice has him looking away, "You might wanna pay attention, Levi's about to start yelling." Armin says, giving Eren a knowing look after realizing he was staring at you. He notices the way Eren glances over at you again as you get on your horse, and Armin smiles to himself.

You glance over at Eren as Levi says the same thing he does every day, and you're surprised to see him already staring at you. You look away instinctively and decide to look back a few moments later, only to see him still looking at you. You hold his gaze for a few moments before Jean says your name and the two of you finally set off.

You and Jean aren't even halfway to the watchtower before he says something about Eren, and you can't hide the way you're the slightest bit happy to talk about him.

"I think it's gonna snow soon," Jean says out of nowhere, and you nod.

"It's getting colder too, not very excited to ride in the snow." You note as you rub your hands together. He hums in response before riding closer to you.

"So, I gotta ask, what's the deal with you and Eren?" Jean questions, and you look over at him, "What about me and Eren?" You ask, partly clueless.

"Are you guys a thing or do you always stare at each other like that?" He jokes, and you nervously laugh. "No, we're not a thing. He's not my favorite person around here if you can't tell." You answer, and he hums again.

"He talks about you a lot." Jean adds after a moment, "Armin told me that a while back." You respond, and he nods beside you.

"He has good intentions, just bad ways of showing them, y'know." He says and you scoff, "I'd know all about that, wouldn't I?" You sarcastically respond, deadpanning at the man next to you. Jean shakes his head before switching the topic.

"You're goin' to that thing Hange is hosting tomorrow right?" Jean asks, and you nod. "Mikasa invited me." You don't miss the way he lights up at the mention of her name.

"We get the day after off, usually it sets us back a bit but we did so well this year that it won't matter," Jean says, and you smile.

"That should be nice." You mutter to yourself, and Jean perks up when he sees the watchtower not too far away.

"Let's speed this up, I got things to do back home," Jean says as the two of you ride towards the tower. The two of you hang out at the watchtower for a bit, which sets you back about twenty minutes, but you're still back at the camp in no time (even if you're almost the last people back).

"Want me to put your horse up?" Jean asks, and you nod. "Yeah, that'd be nice, thanks." You smile, and he hands you his gun for you to put up for him. You assume Eren is already back home because his rifle is already put up. You put yours next to his and Jeans in his spot because finally heading home. The walk is short, and a few people greet you on your way.

You kick off your boots and take off your coat, hanging it on the rack next to Eren's before heading upstairs. Eren is nowhere to be seen on the first floor, so you assume he's in his room or possibly not even home. You push your thoughts about Eren to the side and instead focus on what you're going to wear to the gathering tomorrow.

Mikasa let you know that it wasn't formal, so it doesn't matter what you wear. You opted for a navy blue long-sleeve shirt with some jeans, and you'd just wear your boots. You still can't get over the uncomfortableness of this place. You always feel like you're being watched, or like there's something you aren't being told that you should know.

You always brush it off, and you hope nobody notices the constant tenseness in your shoulders or the distant look you always have.

A loud thump and a curse in the bathroom that connects your room and Eren's room breaks you out of your thoughts. You walk up to the door, knocking on it, "Are you alright?" You ask, and you can hear Eren curse under his breath a few more times.

"I- Yeah, yes I'm fine-" He stutters, and you crease your brows together. "Can I come in?" You ask, and Eren grunts, "Yeah-" You hear him hiss on the other side of the door, and you freeze when you open it.

"Did you get fucking bit?" You ask as you watch blood trek down his abdomen. His knuckles are cracked and red, and there's a small cut under his eye.

"No- I'm not bit, can you jus' help me out here?" He asks, eyes flicking over to you. You walk over to him, and he hands you a bloodied cloth and rubbing alcohol.

You look up at him with a look, and he stares down at you cluelessly. "What?" Eren asks, and you raise a brow before silently grabbing a new washcloth.

"Do you have a needle and thread anywhere?" You ask as you eye the large cut on his abdomen. It's not deep enough to be fatal, but still needs to be disinfected and stitched up.

"Under the sink." He says, and you nod while bending down.

"What happened?" You ask, spotting a needle and sutures before grabbing it.

"Me and Armin ran into some people on our way back. Fucking psychos. We thought they were stragglers until they took our guns and threw them in the snow. Armin isn't the best fighter so he took one while I took the other four," Eren explains as you douse the cloth in rubbing alcohol.

You're awkwardly standing between his legs and he's leaning against the counter as he tells you the story. "Armin is fine, he got punched a few times but I got the brunt of it. One of em' pulled- Oh!" He lets out a pained groan when you press the cloth into the gash, "Just keep talking." You say before grabbing the needle and thread.

"O-one of them pulled a knife on me and slashed me right- fuck- right here." Eren must not have a very high pain tolerance, because he's almost whining when you finally start stitching the cut.

He's uncomfortably moving around and his hands are roughly clenching the bathroom counter, "Good thing it wasn't a deep cut, might've killed you from blood loss." You add, and he lets out a breath.

"Who taught you how to do this?" Eren watches intently as you lean down to bite the thread, and he has to use 60% of his brainpower to not get hard.

"So you fought off four guys with your fists? Where was your knife?" You ignore his question as you run a finger over the small cut on his cheek.

"It- uhm- The guy who took my gun took my knife too. I got it back once they were, y'know.. dead." He explains, and you nod.

"Surprised you let down your guard enough for them to even get to your gun." You comment, and he tilts his head at you. He chooses not to say anything back and watches you as you lightly dab some of the alcohol on the cut.

He hisses slightly, but you take it off after a few seconds. "This one will heal fine, it's not as bad as the one on your stomach." You say, "Might leave a small scar, you 'nd Mikasa will be matching." You add jokingly, and he doesn't reply.

"Let me see your knuckles." You say, and he holds out his hands. They're shaky and bloody, and you take a moment to observe his hands.

Rough looking with a few scars littering his knuckles and hands. His veins are prominent, and they're hard to ignore as you softly hold his hands in yours.

"You can jus' run them under some water and wrap them. Or do you need me to do that for you also?" You tease and he blinks down at you.

"I can do it, thanks." He breathily says, and you hold back a smile at his genuineness.

"Next time just ask." You step away from him, and his hands fall to his sides.

"I didn't know you were home, you're quiet." He says, and you hum, "You could've checked." You cross your arms, and he's still leaning against the counter.

"Why didn't you go to the infirmary?" You ask, tilting your head at him. "I thought I could do it myself." He replies with a shrug.

"That worked out well for you, huh?" You sarcastically say, and he scoffs.

Now that you're not focused on him bleeding out, you finally get a good look at him. Toned chest bare in front of you and pants hanging too low on his hips for your liking. There's a necklace around his neck with a key on it that you never noticed before now, and it suits him oddly well. A part of you wants to ask where he got it, but the sane part of you stays quiet because you know that if you ask, he'll probably say some depressing shit that you'll feel bad about.

You also note that his hair is down, and longer than you remember it being. You want to comment on it just to be irritating, but you choose not to because usually, something like that ends in a petty argument. Eren is attractive, and you're certain that if people weren't so focused on surviving, they would flock around him just for a chance to talk. You aren't sure how he maintains it all, but you don't care that much.

Eren must have seen you staring because he's been looking at you for the past five minutes too, but you're glad that he doesn't say anything about it. "I think I'm gonna call it a night." You nervously say, giving Eren a small smile before heading back to your room. He opens his mouth to respond, but by the time he can say anything you're already gone.

It's agonizing, the way he feels when you're around. The only word to describe it is painful, and he can't even explain why. When you look at him it feels like you're burning holes in his body, lighting him on fire in the process and always leaving him there to burn until he's nothing but ash and bone. Eren is not an emotional man, but something inside him lights up whenever you're in his line of sight and he doesn't know how to put it out.

There's no way for him to describe how he feels about you because he doesn't even know and everything he does contradicts what his body is telling him to do and he is going fucking crazy trying to figure out what is wrong with him and why you're the only person in the world who can make him feel this way.

Eren curses under his breath before finally retreating to his room, and he hopes the burning feeling inside him will go away soon.

The next day couldn't come quicker.

Although there's a gathering later in the day, everybody still has to go on patrols and do their jobs around camp. Today, you patrol with Eren. The two of you have to go further than usual, and with the snow on the ground, you're probably going to be back a bit later than everybody else.

Eren grabs your gun for you (which is odd, but you assume it's his way of paying you back), and you check it before slinging it over your shoulder and finally getting on your horse. Levi goes on his usual tangent, and you rub your gloves together to keep your hands warmer. The snow is lightly falling from the trees and although the sun is still high in the sky, it's freezing cold.

You're finally dismissed after a minute or two, and Eren rides a bit in front of you for a while until you reach your first checkpoint. You rest and warm up for a bit, sitting next to each other in a comfortable silence for around five minutes before heading to the next checkpoint.

"Eren, I don't know if we'll be back on time," You call out as you ride next to him, watching as the sun disappears behind a cloud and the snow begins falling. "We can wait it out at the next checkpoint if it gets too bad," He replies, and you nod. You have one more checkpoint after the next, and then you'll be able to head back home.

You haven't seen very many dead so far, just two or three that you were able to take out from a distance, and it's beginning to get weird because usually, you take out a dozen or so on one run. The next checkpoint doesn't take long to get to, and you take another break before leaving to go to the next.

It's a small library that's pretty hard to get to, but it has a lot of supplies and it's a good place to rest up before you head back. It's also completely clear of the dead, so you don't have anything to worry about.

You steal glances at Eren every once in a while and eye him for a bit before focusing on where you're going. You don't know why you do it, but you tell yourself you feel the need to check on him every few minutes because if something happens to him you're definitely done for. Eren must feel your eyes on him because he looks over at you after a moment. You're wrong, though, because he actually turns to let you know that you've arrived at the checkpoint.

You're surprised to see the door wide open, and Eren turns to you and signals for you to get out your handgun. You aren't sure who was here last, but they're going to get an earful from Hange for leaving the door wide open.

You hear a series of groans and clicks and glance at Eren whose head is practically over your shoulder. "How many?" He quietly asks, and you peek your head inside to count. You can make out three between the shelves, two walking around the small commons area, and another across the library.

"Six." You whisper, and he checks his ammo. "I've only got one extra magazine, we gotta be quick." He mutters in your ear, and you shuffle lightly at the closeness.

"I'll take the three between the shelves, you can take the two over there. One more across the library, and we're done, alright?" You turn your head slightly to look at him, and his warm breath fans over your face. "Be careful. Don't open your stitches." You say before quietly walking over to the bookshelves.

You can hear Eren mutter something under his breath, but you can't make out what he says, and you can't find it in you to care as you assess your current situation. You can hear one coming around the corner, so you grab your knife and get ready to take it out silently. It turns and barely sees you before you shove your knife through its skull and softly lay it down on the ground. You're gonna have to get loud to take out the other two, so you put your knife away and grab your gun again.

You pull the trigger and the shot rings out, signaling Eren to take out his two. The zombie you shoot falls limply into the bookcases and the other runs toward you, but you're quicker. You narrowly dodge it and it slams into a table, giving you time to fire at its head. Once you're sure your three are dead, you focus on the one across the library that's now sprinting towards you, jaws wide open and ready for a meal that happens to be you. It's too jittery for you to shoot, so you grab a book off the shelf and slam it into its head before it can reach you. You quickly fish out your knife and finish it off before it can regain itself from the book you decked it with.

You spot Eren across the room checking to see if his are dead before a loud groan has you paying attention again. Before you know it, you're being slammed into the floor by a missed zombie. It's clawing at your clothed sleeves and its mouth is open, close to taking a chunk out of your nose.

You don't think you've felt fear this genuine in a long time. This walking corpse is snarling and drooling in your face trying to take a bite out of you, and your back is digging into the wood floor trying to get as far away from it as possible.

Before it can get close enough to bite you, Eren's knife drives through its skull. You curse and throw it off of you before backing into a shelf. Eren is quickly checking you, making sure you're not bit or scratched or injured before finally looking you in the face. "Are you alright?" He asks, the calmness that was once in his voice now gone.

"I- I counted six-" You guiltily stammer as your eyes dart around the room, and Eren shakes his head, "Are you okay?" He says, louder this time, and you finally meet his gaze.

"Eren, I counted six!" Your voice cracks and Eren curses.

"I don't give a shit about how many you counted! Are you okay?!" He snaps, placing his gloved hands on your cheeks and forcing you to look him in the face. Your hands wrap around his wrists, unsure of where to put them aside from there. "Yes- I'm fine- I just-" You stutter, and Eren pulls you into a warm hug, effectively shutting you up. "I thought… I counted six." You mutter into his chest, and Eren stays silent.

You aren't sure how long you're in his arms, but Eren lets you go once you're done shaking. He doesn't say anything as he writes your names down on the paper, briefly checking who was here before you so he knows who to have a talk with.

You're placing your handgun in its holster and your knife back into your boot while you wait for Eren. "Should we.." You start, glancing around at the corpses.

"Do you want to?" Eren asks, tossing the pen onto the table once he's done writing. "No, I don't want to." You mutter, and he nods.

You make sure the doors are shut fully on your way out. The snow has stopped since you entered the library, and now it's just softly falling from the sky. It's probably going to snow harder overnight, but because you get the day off tomorrow you don't have to worry about it.

You and Eren don't take any breaks on your way back, trying to get back as quickly as possible. With the day you've had, you're not sure if you want to go to the gathering tonight. If Eren goes, you will too, you suppose.

You're quick to sign in and Eren puts your horse up for you, and you take his rifle for him. You walk back to your home together in comfortable silence. You take your boots and coats off at the front door, placing them next to each other before you enter the kitchen. Neither of you talks, but you share a look.

You sit there quietly for a bit before you finally speak up, "I'm gonna get in the shower," You curtly say before heading upstairs. His eyes burn into your back as you walk, and eventually, you disappear on the staircase. Eren lets out a breath once you're gone before cursing to himself.

The aching pain in his abdomen has him lifting his shirt to check the neat stitches you left. Luckily they're not torn, he's just in pain. He'll have to wait until you're done in the bathroom before he can grab some of the pain pills from under the sink.

You try not to occupy the bathroom for long because Eren will probably have to clean up too, and you don't want to leave him waiting. You're out in at least fifteen minutes, cutting your shower short, before entering your room.

Your body is aching and you're tired, your patrol was an hour longer due to your little setback at the library, so instead of getting ready for the event later in the day, you opt for putting on a pair of sweatpants and an unrecognizable shirt before getting comfortable in your bed. Eren must've heard you exit the shower because you can hear him walking upstairs.

As Eren enters the bathroom, he notices that your door is left open. He eyes it before he begins digging around under the sink to find the pain pills he had gotten from the infirmary a while back.

To his luck, he can't find them and peeks his head inside your room. "Have you seen the pain medicine that was in here?" He asks, and you turn on your side to look at him. "Um, I think I saw them under the sink when I was grabbing the needle and sutures yesterday." You respond, and his brows crease together.

He checks again, and they're not there. "They aren't here." He calls out, and you sigh before getting up. "You aren't looking hard enough," You sigh before crouching down next to him and observing the mess under Eren's sink. "Trust me, I am." He says, and you huff.

"Really? Is that why they're right here?" You grab the pain medicine and set it down on the counter. "How- Y'know what, whatever." Eren sighs before thanking you and opening the bottle. You retreat to your room and get back in bed, idly watching Eren as he swallows two pills before finally turning on your side and falling asleep.

You don't ask him to wake you up when the event starts, but he does it anyway because Mikasa was telling him all about how you were happy to be invited and it'd be interesting to see how they work stuff around here now that you're not living in a shit hole.

You're probably tired, and you're definitely not over the near-death experience earlier that day, but if this dumb gathering that celebrates a holiday nobody around here knows anything about (aside from the stories and unneeded history lessons from Hange and Levi) will make you happy then Eren is more than willing to participate.

He's shaking you awake in a way that has you panicking, and by the way you shoot up Eren can tell he's off to a bad start. “What? What happened?” You ask frantically, and Eren looks at you concernedly. “Mikasa told me you wanted to go to that dumb event later today, I was just waking you up to see if you still wanted to go.” Eren blinks, and you tilt your head. “Are you going?” You ask, and he has no idea if his answer will impact yours.

“I don't usually go to these things, but if you want to, I will.” He says, and you’re taken aback by his words. You look at him for a moment before taking a deep breath. “I told Mikasa I’d go..” You trail off, “But do you want to?” Eren asks, and you pause in thought. “Yes, but-” Eren cuts you off quickly, “Then get up, we’re late.”

The two of you are ready in ten minutes, and there in five. Mikasa spots you as soon as you walk in and greets you with a smile. Armin is nervously sitting on one of the bar stools, and you watch as a blonde girl approaches him. You assume it's the girl he talks a lot about, Annie, because he loosens up a bit and talks to her.

You haven't learned many names in your time here but you know the people Eren, Armin, and Mikasa are friends with, so you won't be alone. Mikasa waves you over, and you shuffle through the people with Eren closely behind you.

Striking up a conversation with Mikasa is easy because she always has something to talk about. Eren is a few feet away with a drink he must've swiped, and he's listening to you talk.

Eren spots Hange across the room with a small smile on her face, conversing with a bored Levi. They act like they don't care, but if they didn't, they wouldn't be hosting this thing. Eren knows that they only do this every year to keep the people sane and give them a small taste of the way things were before the outbreak.

Hange, Levi, and the old leader, Erwin, were all in the military together. They got news of the outbreak much earlier than the rest of society and were able to prepare quicker than most. Levi and his paranoia paired with Hange's craziness and Erwin's leadership skills created a small community consisting of any family they had left and a squad or two from their regiment. Mikasa was under Levi's care at the time, a recently orphaned baby living with a distant cousin due to having no other family.

Armin was born into the apocalypse, and his parents died quickly. His grandfather had been a part of the community before dying, which left Armin alone. Eren came along much later with his mother and father, the three of them joining the growing community. The majority of the people were either families, orphans, or ex-military.

His father was a scientist and had also been warned ahead of time, but never planned accordingly which eventually led to them seeking refuge at different communities and camps. They were never safe until they landed a spot at this one, and pulled their weight the best they could. Eren was too young to understand why people were dropping like flies around him, but old enough to understand what loss was.

His mother was never a fighter, Eren knew this, but she was still sent out on patrols daily. His father was usually sent with her. One day, they just never came back. Eren never learned what had happened, but he did know that his parents were dead and he'd never see them again. Eren has loved, lost, and learned in his many years on this cursed earth, and he just hopes that one day everything will stop.

Eren had only ever seen Armin and Mikasa in passing, but they eventually met as toddlers and have become inseparable. Jean was the oldest of the bunch and took the lead of their little friend group quickly. Connie and Sasha came together with Sasha's father and a bunch of people from the old town they once lived in. Connie's family died early on and he was lucky to be alive and was quickly taken in by Sasha's dad.

Annie and Reiner were around the same age as Jean and had a bigger group at one point. They arrived with a third, Bertoldt, who passed after being bitten a long time ago. The loss still affects them greatly, but they don't show it often because many people have lost much more than them.

Erwin was attacked by a horde while with Levi. Only Levi returned. Historia, who passed in childbirth (along with the child) only a year ago, lost her wife to a large group of raiders. She lived on without her for three years before her passing, and her husband killed himself when she died. Hange's partner sacrificed himself so that she could live on, and after Erwin's death, she was chosen to lead.

The fact of the matter is, that everyone around here has experienced a loss, and they're just trying to make the most of their lives before their inevitable deaths even if the world around them is collapsing as they speak.

When Armin approaches him, Eren pushes his thoughts to the back of his mind. "You're quiet." He says, and Eren scoffs. "You know I hate these things." He looks at Armin with a small smile.

"Then why are you here?" Armin asks, even if he already knows the answer.

Eren hums, "Guess." He glances over at you.

"I really have to think about this one.." Armin jokingly sighs, placing a finger on his chin.

Eren laughs at his antics before returning his focus to you. You look happy, and suddenly Eren is glad he woke you up because if he didn't he wouldn't have been able to see your honey-dipped smile and-

"You look creepy, man." Jean appears out of nowhere, leaning against the bar next to Eren.

"Not you too.." Eren groans, making Armin and Jean laugh.

"How long?" Jean asks, and Eren looks at him confused. "How long…?" Eren asks, and Jean scoffs.

"You look like you're in love, how long?" He asks again, and Eren is taken aback.

"I'm not- where did you get that idea from?"

Jean and Armin share a look, "You're always staring, you talk about her more than you give actual reports, I'm like one hundred percent sure you requested for her to stay with you, the list goes on."

"I'm not in love, I just.. care." Eren places a hand on the nape of his neck nervously, averting his gaze.

"So you like her?" Armin asks, looking up at his best friend knowingly.

"I never said that." He quickly responds, and Jean starts snickering beside him.

"You basically said you liked her." Armin teases, and Eren huffs.

"You guys are assholes." Eren frowns, making Jean and Armin laugh.

"Nobody is judging you. Ever since she was set free, which was, what, a month ago now? Everybody loves her. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about." Eren glances at Jean as he speaks, letting his words sink in. How does he always know what to say? Eren thinks to himself, choosing not to respond to his friends' words and taking a drink out of his near-empty glass. Jean places a hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight shake before walking away with Armin.

It's not weird that people trust you so easily, but Eren can't help but have.. doubts. An enemy prisoner who has probably thought about how to kill every person in this camp enough times to count on every finger and toe suddenly gets let free, and earns the trust of the captors within two weeks? Anybody would have doubts.

He doesn't know why, though, because it was his idea to have you set free in the first place and he even requested to live with you. Not only that, but he lied for you to be let out. He told Hange that he'd question you and find out more, but he hasn't asked you anything and he's sure Hange caught on immediately because she hasn't asked for any kind of report from him.

Speaking of reports, Eren told Levi about the open door at the library and everything that happened and found out that the last people assigned to that lookout were Floch and Hitch. He's not surprised about Floch, but Hitch is one of the more responsible people around here, and he doesn't find it believable that she would leave the door open like that.

Floch, though, is a different story. He's not known for getting in trouble, but he has a different set of beliefs and constantly argues and protests over things that aren't his choice. It's a surprise he hasn't been thrown out yet. When he tried killing you a while back, Hange was told about it immediately and had his rations cut back with stable duty for two weeks, along with a beating from Levi for disobeying orders and lying about it happening in general. Eren isn't sure what Hange has planned for them, but he's sure they're going to get drilled by Hange.

Eren is — once again — pulled out of his thoughts by someone approaching him. Except this time it's you. You approach him with a nervous grin on your face, and Eren holds back a smile when you take a spot next to him.

"You need a refill?" You ask, looking up at him briefly before eyeing his drink. Eren glances at you, catching your eye for a moment. "I was about to go get one," Eren replies, and he notices the way you hesitantly open and close your mouth, searching for a reply. "You can have the rest of mine," You finally speak, sliding your almost full glass closer to him.

"Not much of a drinker, hm?" Eren asks as he, rather than pouring your drink into his empty glass, takes a swig out of yours. You stare at him for a moment and he expectantly looks at you, awaiting an answer.

"No. I got it from Hitch and I didn't want to tell her I hate alcohol." Eren makes eye contact with you as he takes another sip, and you avert your eyes after a moment. You aren't sure if he notices, but Eren has both a staring habit and constantly makes eye contact that he knows you can't hold.

"Do you usually drink?" You ask and you can see Eren look at you through your peripheral. He lets out a small laugh at your question, "I hate it too." Your brows crease together and you look over at him. "Then why are you drinking?" You question, and he purses his lips. You can tell he's debating on lying or not by the look on his face. "It helps me forget, I guess." His tone tells you to leave it at that, so you do.

You stick with Eren for the rest of the night and you figure out that he is not a lightweight, but after enough drinks, he is no longer the same man.

"Are you sure you don't need help with him?" Hange had questioned before leaving, referring to the six foot one man draping himself over your backside. His face is buried in your neck and you're practically dragging him around. You most definitely should have asked for help, but you decided to be stubborn.

"It's okay, I got him." You smile at her, and she nods unconvinced. "Thank you for coming," Hange says, and you nod. "I had fun. Thank you." You aren't sure what you're thanking her for, but you know that you've been meaning to. "You're.. welcome?" She says, confused at your sudden gratitude. You give her another smile before hobbling away with a drunk Eren.

He's muttering incoherent sentences into your neck with the occasional whine because he wants another drink. Seems he wanted to forget. Around halfway there you're walking through the snow, and Eren decides he wants to act like he's never seen snow in his life.

You're terrified when you feel the weight on your back leave, and you immediately turn around to see him making snowballs. "What are you doing ?" You ask, and Eren lets out a manic laugh before throwing a snowball at you full force. It hits you square in the chest, and you scowl at Eren. He's rolling on the ground with laughter, somehow amused.

You sigh, "Get up." Eren sends you a boyish grin and you stare at him blankly. You approach him, ready to drag him the rest of the way home. "You can either take my hand and get up, or I will-" You're cut off by him grabbing your hand, and you mutter a thank you under your breath before attempting to pull him up.

Eren has other plans, though, because he's completely still on the ground looking up at you with a smug grin. You try to pull your hand away, but it's stuck in Eren's grip, and you let out an aggravated huff. "Eren." You warn, and he bites his lip before chucking a snowball into your face.

You can feel your eye twitch, and Eren is in a laughing mess on the ground. His genuine laugh is like music to your ears. You wipe the cold snow off your face before taking a step back and crossing your arms. Once he's settled down from his fit you step forward and tug him off the cold ground. Eren lets out a groan, "You're no fun!" He frowns, and you scowl as you place one of his arms over your shoulder, assisting him as he walks.

You aren't sure when you reach home, but even once you're inside your work still isn't over. You are forced to take off his boots for him, and once you do he complains about being too hot before he starts stripping. You stop that almost immediately, and the most he's able to do is get his shirt off.

You squeeze your eyes shut before dragging him upstairs, helping him up each step. He's rambling on and on about random crap, and you don't have the heart to tell him that you don't give two fucks, so you simply walk him to his room.

"I'm going to get you some water, stay right here." You aren't sure what you expected to see when you came back upstairs with a glass of water, but it most definitely wasn't Eren laying on his bed starfish style.

"Sit up," You order, sitting on the edge of his bed near his arm with the water. He sits up tiredly, and you hand him the glass. You watch as he practically chugs the whole thing, bits of water running down his neck and chest. You take a moment to brush a hand over his stitches, which are healing nicely. You feel him uncomfortably squirm under your touch, making you quickly retract your hand.

Eren mutters something under his breath, and you look over at him only to find him already staring at you. "What'd you say?" You ask, and he simply looks at you, searching your face for what feels like hours before he finally notices a crease in your brow due to his lack of response.

A small breath breaches his lips when you look away and stand from his bed. You glance back at Eren, "Get some rest, wake me if you need anything." You curtly say before walking away. You hear Eren let out a 'Yes ma'am' and a tired groan from behind you as he plops back down on his bed.

You leave his door open just in case he throws up in the middle of the night and he has to wake you up. You feel like a babysitter.

You quickly change your clothes into something more comfortable for sleeping before finally getting into bed. You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow, and you don't wake up for the rest of the night.

The next morning comes in the blink of an eye, and you wake up to the sink running in the restroom. You turn over in your bed to see Eren splashing his face with water. He must've heard the shifting of your sheets because he looks over at you almost immediately.

His eyes still look tired, you note, and he looks disheveled. His hair is messily tied back and he's clad in a black shirt and slightly baggy pants. He turns off the water and pats his face dry with his towel.

"Did you throw up at all last night?" You ask, your voice a bit raspy. Eren delivers you a throaty hum, "Twice." You raise a brow, "I told you to wake me if you needed anything." You sit up in bed and Eren idly watches from his spot against your door frame.

"I didn't need anything, and you were tired." He shrugs and you purse your lips, "And you were drunk, which one do you think takes more priority?" You ask sarcastically, finally getting out of bed and approaching him.

"You." He curtly says, and your brows pinch together. "How long have you been up?" You ask as you slide past him and enter your shared bathroom. "A few hours, I think. Been bored without you." You can see him staring at you through the bathroom mirror, and you choose to ignore his gaze. "Have you been drinking water?" You ask, and he nods.

"I really have to say— if I said anything I wouldn't ever tell you sober, forget I ever opened my mouth." He quickly says, making you laugh lightly. "You didn't say anything embarrassing or personal. You were definitely different, though." You smirk and Eren kisses his teeth.

"You threw a snowball at my face and started stripping in the living room when we got home. And you tried slow dancing with Armin, and then…" You're cut off, "I think I've heard enough." Eren says with a bit of embarrassment.

You continue with your short routine before heading downstairs with Eren trailing closely behind you. "Did you eat?" You ask, "Nope." He replies, popping the P. You eye him, biting your lip in thought for a few moments.

That's one of those things Eren notices you do a lot. You bite your lip when you're thinking too much. Your brows pinch together when you're confused or angry, and you're anything but expressionless when you speak. You used to be hard to talk to. You were blank, agitated, and overly confident in a way that masked just how sad you truly were. Are.

You notice things about Eren too, like how his brow twitches when he's angry. How his immediate response to any kind of disrespect is violence. How, even if he doesn't realize it, he's willing to give it all up to save the people he cares about.

You aren't sure if you're one of those people, but you hope you are because after your time here, even if most of it was rough, you'd still die for these people. For him.

Eren watches you maneuver through the kitchen. It's odd watching you do something so normal. The last day and a half has been the most normal that Eren almost completely forgot about you almost dying yesterday and the undead in general.

Everything will go back to normal in the morning. You and Eren will continue hiding your feelings from each other, you'll keep having small moments that will eventually lead to one of you confessing which will either destroy the small friendship you managed to form after months of hatred and anger or do the complete opposite.

The two of you make eye contact across the counter, and you think it's better than nothing.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks slowly turn into two months after that day. February is slowly nearing and the snow is still around, just not as heavy.

It's one of those days where Eren is especially distant, only ever acknowledging you with a nod of his head or a fleeting glance, which will be rather tricky because you have to patrol the borders together today.

You're one of the only groups setting off on foot rather than horseback, which is different. You're also clad in better gear than usual, which tells you the area you're going in is especially active.

Most of your walk is close to the walls until you reach the border, which is a few miles out. It's not a long walk, but with the dead on their feet, you'll have to be extra careful. Not only that, but these borders are the same ones you had crossed long ago. If you run into a patrol with someone you recognize, you aren't sure you'll be able to get the job done.

Eren walks closely beside you, his shadow enveloping yours as you walk. The snow crunches beneath your boots and the wind lightly brushes by, making you instinctively bury the bottom half of your face into your tightly wrapped scarf. The wind is gone in an instant, leaving you and Eren in your uncomfortable silence once again.

"When's your birthday?" You ask after a while of walking. Eren glances at you, "March 30th." You hum and give him a small smile, and you don't mind that he doesn't ask about your birthday. In all honesty, he probably already knows it due to Hange.

You and Eren are barely a mile away from the walls when you spit your first few dead. This time, you're sure you're confident with the amount you count. Four gathered around what looked like a corpse of an animal or possibly a human.

With a glance in your direction, Eren splits away from you and stands against a tree close to them. You slowly close in on the dead from your spot, and you silently agree to take two each.

Eren grabs his knife and throws it, hitting one of his in the skull. You curse, barely acknowledging his recklessness before shooting your two. Eren shoots the final one and the two of you share brief a look before approaching the scene. Eren grabs his knife, quickly wiping it off before sheathing it. They were eating a rotting moose, its crimson blood now staining the soft sheets of white snow.

"What was that?" You bite, and Eren shrugs. "Something I've been working on." He says, and your eyes meet his sharp green ones. "That was risky." You put your gun in its holster, maintaining eye contact.

"It saved me a bullet."

"What if you missed?"

"Good thing I didn't."

"Eren."

The sound of footsteps that don't belong to either of you cut off your back-and-forth session, and the two of you whip your heads around. You search for any zombies, but you find nothing. A rustle behind a tree makes you point your once-holstered gun, and you feel Eren pull you a bit closer to him.

You hear a small chuckle and a man comes out from behind the tree, his gun pointed straight at you. Eren lets out a curse next to you and points his gun at the man.

"Don't shoot me." He says sternly, eyeing Eren for a moment before shifting his focus back to you. "You.. I know you." Your heart drops, and the man can see your expression change because he smiles manically. "Who the fuck are you?" Eren asks taking a step forward, his gun still in hand. The man's gun immediately whips to Eren.

"What did I just tell you?" He takes a few steps forward, and Eren's grip on his gun tightens as he points it at the man. The man maneuvers his arm, pointing his gun at you again. "If you shoot me, she dies." He says, and Eren curses as he looks at you, then back at the man.

A slight rumble beneath your feet makes the three of you freeze, and you look back at Eren. When you look back at the man, you're met with a zombie chomping into his neck. A guttural scream barely leaves his mouth before blood starts spilling out of his neck. "Oh my god!" You exclaim, and Eren grabs your wrist before sprinting off and dragging you with him. The horde must've heard your gunshots and began making its way towards you, and eventually smelt the three of you.

Your legs carry you faster than they ever have, and you don't even have to look at Eren to see if he's there because his grip around your wrist is tight enough to bruise. The growls and moans of the horde behind you have you running even faster. You're maneuvering through the trees with ease, getting as far away from the zombies as possible.

You can recognize the area you're in, but it's now you realize that you don't even know what direction you ran in. A building in your peripheral catches your eye, "There, Eren!" You shout and point at it with the hand your gun is in.

He grunts and turns slightly and begins dragging the two of you towards it. The building is familiar and you're not even halfway there when you realize it's the library checkpoint, which means you're pretty far out from camp.

You can still hear the groans of the dead behind you, but they've gotten a bit further. They must be confused due to your sudden direction change, effectively scrambling their practically shut-off brains. You're close when you realize the main entrance is bolted shut, and the only way in is through the one on the side of the building. "Side door, Eren!" You yell and Eren curses as he roughly pulls you with him.

Eren takes the two of you around the building and slams into the side door with a grunt. When it doesn't open the first time, you join in and use all of your strength to get inside. Anything that was once in front of the door is now on the floor, and once you enter the building you quickly shove everything back onto the door, along with a few other things for good measure.

Eren breathes raggedly, hands resting on his knees as he hunches over. Loud pants are leaving his lips as he regains his breath, and you're in the same position as him not too far away. "Fuck," You grunt out, breathing loudly.

You breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth and your breathing seemingly goes back to normal. It doesn't last long because you let out a small whine before throwing up everything you ate today. Eren has mostly regained his breath, but you can still slightly hear his breathing. He rushes to your side, pulling any of your hair out of your face as you vomit on a book.

You wipe your mouth with a few breaths before reaching into your backpack to grab your water, chugging a quarter of it before shoving it back into your backpack.

Muffled groans outside make the two of you perk up and look at each other. "C'mon, we're safe in here." Eren hoarsely says, grabbing your arm (gently this time) and lightly dragging you over to a staircase that leads to the basement of the library. You can hear the zombies patting against the walls and boarded windows outside, and you stick close to Eren as you trek downstairs.

A padlock is placed on the door, and Eren looks around for a moment before his eyes land on a stray bookcase a few feet away. He counts a few books then grabs a specific one and takes a small key out from between the pages. He spares you a glance as he unlocks the door and opens it for you, beckoning you inside before closing the door behind you.

It's dark, but from what you can see it's a large room. A generator is directly next to the door, and Eren immediately starts it. The area dimly lights up and you tread behind Eren as he walks around.

"What's this for?" You ask quietly, making Eren look down at you. "Stuff like this. In case of an emergency." Eren says, approaching a bunk bed against a wall.

The rest of the room is full of supplies like guns, ammo, a few crates of food, and gallons of water. Eren sits down in the bottom bunk of the bed, checking his gun for ammo before sliding it back into the holster. He places his backpack on the floor next to him, and you simply watch as he makes sure he has everything. Your gun is still in your hand, so you take the chance to holster it and check for your knife, then make sure you didn't drop anything. The top bunk is close to the ceiling, so you gather the confidence to sit down next to Eren rather than climbing up or sitting elsewhere after you place your backpack next to his.

His hair is slightly disheveled, pretty locks falling out of his signature bun and framing his face. You notice small bags under his eyes, and a small frown adorns your face as you look at them. You brush it aside when you hear a thump somewhere upstairs, and the two of you share a panicked look.

"Did you lock it?" You ask quietly, and he nods. "I'll check anyways." Eren breathes out as he makes his way to the door with his gun clutched tightly in his hand.

He makes sure the door is locked and for good measure, he pushes a desk in front of it with a grunt. Neither of you is sure how long the horde will be around or how long you'll be down here, so you make yourself comfortable.

"What're you doin'?" Eren tiredly asks as you shimmy off your coat and lay down on the bed. "I'm not sure how long we'll be here, might as well rest up." You sigh into the uncomfortable pillow.

It takes a while for you to actually get comfortable between the sounds of Eren shifting around the room, the groaning and thumping upstairs, and your fear. You only fall into a light sleep once you feel the bed dip as Eren sits at the end of it, softly moving your feet so he can sit against the wall and keep watch. You aren't sure why he sits on the bed you lay on but you assume it's for the reason you sat down next to him, being closer makes you less stressed.

When you wake up, you're still in the same spot, but Eren is no longer at the end of the bed like you remember. You panic and quickly get up, searching the dimly lit area. His gear is still next to yours, along with what looks like his coat, but he's nowhere to be seen.

Your footsteps are silent as you approach a door. You wait a few moments hoping to hear something behind the door, but all you can hear are the muffled sounds of groaning and walking above you. With a huff, you open the door and find a tiny, near-empty room. A few dusty wooden shelves are pressed against the walls with nothing on them. You step inside the room, inspecting it for a few moments longer in case you missed anything.

A large hand on your shoulder makes you jolt and spin around, your face meeting Eren's chest. You look up and see him raising a brow. "Sorry," You take a step back. "I was looking for you." You bite your lip, and Eren nods, "Looks like you found me." He says sarcastically.

"Any news?" You ask, shifting on your feet for a moment. "Nope." Eren crosses his arms. His long-sleeved shirt is tight in all the right places, making it hard not to stare.

"How long do you think we'll be down here?" You question, and he sighs before turning around. "Until they leave I guess. I wouldn't rely on us getting rescued, that's for sure." He sits down on the bed, "Can you take watch for a bit? I'm fucking exhausted." Eren sighs, lying down. You nod. You note that his legs hang off the bed slightly, so rather than sitting at the end, you sit down on the floor and lean against the bed with your gun in hand. Ten minutes pass, and you can tell Eren isn't asleep because his breathing hasn't evened out and his legs keep moving.

"Y/N?" He opens his eyes, and you turn your head to look at him. A thump upstairs makes you jolt slightly, but you've checked the doors and there's no way they can get down here from anywhere else so you brush it off. "Yes?" You respond, and Eren sits up slightly, a nervous blush on his tan face. "Can- Can you lay with me? Just until I fall asleep." He averts his gaze and pulls at his shirt sleeves, "You don't have to! I just think- It might help…"

You nervously shrug, "Okay." You set your gun down on the floor before climbing onto the small bottom bunk he lays on. You awkwardly position yourself a few inches away, but it only increases the awkwardness and tension. With a small sigh, Eren pulls you flush against him. An arm wraps around your waist and you can feel him breathing next to your ear. Not only is it practical, but the two of you are extremely comfortable sleeping together.

You can get used to this.

You aren't sure what time it is when you wake up.

Your eyes flicker open, adjusting to the light. Eren is pressed against your body with his chest against your back. His arms are tightly wrapped around you, one draped across your chest and the other around your waist. His legs are intertwined with yours, one strong thigh between your legs and the other wrapping around your body to connect with the other.

You have absolutely no way out of his hold.

He's breathing rather heavily in your ear, and you aren't sure if he's awake yet. Your attempts to move don't work, so you opt for speaking up. "Eren." Your voice has a slight rasp to it. He lets out a small hum from the back of his throat, and you slightly turn your head. His face falls further into your neck, and his lips softly brush your throat. "Eren." The vibrations from your throat make his eyes flutter open. He hums again, louder this time.

"We need to get up, 'Ren." You tiredly say, and he shifts his head before burying his nose into the nape of your neck. "D'you hear that? Listen." Eren says into your skin, and your brows pinch together slightly. You do as he says and listen to anything other than Eren's breathing. You hear nothing.

"I don't hear anything?" You say, confused, and he hugs you a bit tighter. "Exactly." He mumbles into your neck. It clicks in your head after a few moments, and you slightly jolt. "Eren, get up let's go!" You pull on his arms, and he finally lets you go.

He watches intently as you put your gun in the holster and pull your sweatshirt and coat off the floor, slipping both of the clothing items on before grabbing your backpack. You check yourself to make sure you have everything before looking back at Eren. "Get up." You sternly say, and he groans before finally getting out of the small bed. It's a surprise both of you fit inside the thing.

Eren's hair has fallen out of his bun at this point, and you finally get a look at how much his hair has grown in the past few months. He lifts his hands over his head with a curse, and you nervously watch the way his shirt rides up. You get a good peek at his defined v-line, and you have to remind yourself that it's nothing new to you and that you've seen him shirtless plenty of times.

He quickly puts on his sweatshirt, and his coat on top of that. Eren grabs his pack off the floor and turns to you once it's on his shoulders.

"Get your gun ready. Just in case." He says, and you nod before grabbing the pistol from your thigh holster. He copies your actions and grabs his pistol before making his way towards the door. He turns off the generator before opening the door and placing the key from earlier somewhere on the shelf, out of sight.

The two of you slowly make your way upstairs. While you're light on your feet as usual, Eren is having a hard time keeping quiet. You pause on your way up and tap him, making him glance back at you. You bring your index finger up to your lips, telling him to keep quiet. He purses his lips before nodding and continuing up the stairs. You can tell he's not trying to be loud, but you make it your goal to teach him how to walk quieter when you get back.

The library is empty, and you take a peek outside. It's nearing sunset, and you assume you were inside the library for a few hours max. "How much time do you think we have until there's no light?" You ask, and he looks ahead. His eyes scan over the mass amount of footprints going in the opposite direction of your camp. "Two hours." He estimates, and you sigh.

"We can make it, I think I know a shortcut." He says before he starts walking.

"You think?" You ask, pausing in your spot.

"I know a shortcut."

You scoff before starting to walk again.

As unbelievable as it is, Eren did know a shortcut and you were more than halfway there by the time the sun had finally set. The two of you were quiet on your walk home, and you only ever ran into stray zombies that you were able to kill off silently.

You reach the gates after a while, and the guards quickly recognize the two of you and let you in. To say you're relieved to be home would be an understatement.

Eren is a few feet away from you, and Mikasa practically tackles the man into a hug. Armin follows close behind, "I was worried sick." Mikasa wraps her arms around him tightly, a few tears falling from her glossy eyes. Armin is silent as he hugs Eren, but you can tell he's been crying too because his eyes are bloodshot and his nose is runny. You bite your lip, watching closely as a few other people approach to ask if he's alright. You shake your head before you start walking in the direction of the houses.

How stupid of you to think they truly cared about your well-being.

You don't notice the way Eren tries to tell them you were there too, and you don't notice the way he looks over Jean's shoulder to see you already walking away with your back turned to him. You don't notice the way the smile on his face falters as he watches you leave.

How stupid of him to think you'd wait.

You don't sleep that night. Not much, anyway. You took a quick shower while Eren was busy getting a warm welcome and got in bed shortly after.

You heard him walk inside the front door and call your name and listened as he walked up the stairs, having every creak memorized. He opens the door to your bedroom and softly says your name. You don't turn, respond, or even move for that matter. You know he knows you're not asleep, but he thankfully doesn't say anything about it and shuts your door before walking into his room.

You heard him start the shower, and you heard him get out. You heard him shut the bathroom light off before entering his room and getting in bed.

After that, you fall asleep. You aren't sure how long you have slept or when you have fallen asleep, but you wake up in the dead of night. Silence surrounds you and all you can hear is the light tap of rain on the roof and against your window. You sit up and kick your blanket to the side before placing your feet on the floor. You sit there for a moment, your mind blank and your body still.

You stand up after a while and approach your bathroom. You open your door, and thankfully Eren's is closed. You don't have to turn on the light to see your reflection, and with a splash of water on your face you're fully awake.

A sigh escapes your lips as you dry your face off and make your way out of the bathroom and across the hall to the stairs before walking down them.

You reach into the cabinet and grab a glass before filling it with water and taking a large drink. A drop slides down your chin, and you quickly wipe it away after setting down your glass. A creak on the stairs makes you pause, and you turn around to see Eren walking toward the counter you lean against.

He doesn't say anything as he slides next to you. His lack of clothing catches you off guard, wearing only a pair of loose pants with a peak of his boxer band, but you ignore it as you slide your glass of water towards him. He takes a sip before placing it between the two of you.

His back is to the counter and he's slightly angled in your direction as he leans against it. You don't copy him, instead looking back down at the counter in front of you. You can feel him looking at you, and the silence between you eventually grows uncomfortable. You decide to speak first.

"I hate you."

Eren visibly flinches, and you continue staring at the counter.

"And why is that?" He asks beside you, twirling a strand of his chestnut hair with one finger. "Well-" You begin before pausing for a moment, obviously trying to choose your words wisely.

"I don't.. hate you anymore, but.." You trail off, picking at your cuticles. "But?" He asks, and your brows furrow.

"I don't think I could ever hate you after everything we've been through together." You say, glancing at him. He doesn't respond, so you continue.

"I hate the way you make me feel." You admit, and he blinks. "How do I make you feel?" Eren asks seriously. You scoff, a small smile growing on your face.

"You make me feel everything, Eren. I'm not sure how else to say it." You finally make eye contact with him.

He's a bit stunned, his head slightly tilted and his eyes are wide. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, and you're starting to regret saying anything at all.

A small breath slips past his lips, and it turns into a small laugh. Is he laughing at you? You look away from him and your smile fades. "I need specifics." He says, and your head whips to him, "Now you're just teasing me." You frown, and he laughs again.

"'m sorry, you're just so cute." He says without thinking, and both of you pause for a moment. The look on his face tells you it slipped, but you know he wouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it.

Time freezes as you stare at each other, and the world around you falls silent. His eyes look more green than usual, and you think this is the first time you've ever held eye contact with Eren for longer than ten seconds.

You aren't sure how long you stare into his eyes, but you notice his lips part and your eyes flicker down to his pretty, plump… okay that's enough staring for tonight. You sit in silence for a while after that, occasionally taking a sip of your water and giving Eren a look.

"Y'know," Eren says after a long while, "I used to hate you too."

"I would've never guessed." You reply, feigning disbelief.

"Okay," He starts with a laugh, "Do you wanna know why I don't hate you now?" He asks and leans closer to you. His half-lidded eyes make you tired just looking at them, and you want to kiss the smirk off his face for no reason at all.

"Sure, ‘Ren.” You sigh tiredly, eyeing him for a moment. “It’s because I realized you were nothing like those people who came and broke through our walls. You’re different. You’re nothing like us, but you aren't like them either.” He says, tilting his head slightly.

“I’m not sure when you started becoming more prominent to me, but I know that I cared before you were let out. I know that I still care, even if I don't show it in the best ways.” He says, nervously smiling at you. “I think that… I could learn to do more than care for you.”

You’re stunned and frozen in your spot. You know he cares for you, but there must be a deeper meaning behind his words tha you just aren’t getting. He must see your confusion and huffs. “I’m saying I like you. Really like you,” He says, his tone a bit louder now.

You look up at him, wide-eyed and concerned. He's joking with you, you think to yourself. There is no way he could ever return your affections. Is he teasing you because he knows? “And I think I could learn to love you if you let me.” He's no longer looking at you now, a faraway look in his pretty eyes.

“I think I could learn to love you, too.” You stammer out and stare at the side of his face as he contemplates looking back at you. He looks back at you after a few moments, and you stare for a while longer. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out and he's sitting here looking like a fish out of water as he tries to find the right words to say. “Fuck,” Is what he decides on.

“I think I'm going to bed now, Eren.” You bite your lip nervously, and he nods. You walk away from him, leaving your empty glass of water on the counter and his eyes follow you as you walk up the stairs.

You pray that he follows you up, but he doesn't. Instead, he waits to hear your bedroom door close and then decides to walk upstairs to his room, trying to clear his head of every word exchanged between the two of you just now. Instead, your words stay on repeat in his head.

You aren't sure how long you stand in the middle of your room, waiting for something to happen, but you eventually get tired of standing there and get over yourself. The walk to the bathroom is quick, only two or three steps. You open the door and then pause. What are you planning to do? Barge in and pour your heart out to him? You look up and see Eren opening his door, and the two of you stare at each other, questioning your actions for a moment.

The two of you seem to be thinking the same thing as you take those few steps forward and meet each other halfway.

Eren tips his head for his lips to reach yours and you aren't sure how long it takes for the ache of longing to go away. You finally have him. He's finally right here.

The kiss is hot and sloppy, all tongue and teeth. You aren't sure how long you've needed to feel his lips on yours, but you know that all of your wishes have been fulfilled with Eren up against you like this.

Eren has one hand cupping your jaw and the other on your hip, and this placement has you pushing yourself further into his body. Any more and the two of you will topple over onto the bathroom tile.

You pull away from each other in sync, a thick string of saliva going with you. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know, and you breathlessly smash your lips against his again. This time it's more controlled, and you’re seemingly holding back now. Eren begins walking backward, taking you with him. The two of you clumsily make your way into his bedroom, and his legs hit the ledge of his bed.

Eren takes a moment to swap your positions, keeping his lips on yours as he gently lays you down on his bed. You feel vulnerable, but you learn that that's something you’ll always feel around Eren.

He pulls away from the kiss, giving you one last look before pressing a peck to your lips and then moving on to your neck. This gives you time to breathe. His lips trail down your neck, placing messy kisses along your throat and nibbling on the supple skin.

Neither of you is thinking about the marks it’ll leave, too busy focusing on your own pleasure to care. It’s now that you feel Eren's knee between your legs, and a whimper makes its way from between your lips as he spreads your legs with his knee.

He doesn't halt his actions, or flinch for that matter, only letting out a strained curse as he glances up at the desperate look on your face. “Can I please touch you?” Eren asks, and you don't hesitate to tell him yes. The three-letter word has him getting straight to work.

Your hands on his bare torso have him rushing to get his hands under your shirt. He groans as he feels up your body, running his hands up your body all the way to your tits that he just knows are pretty.

His head falls into your neck as he gropes your boobs, listening closely to every breath you take and every moan you fail to hold back. “Eren, I know you’re hard just fuck me please,” You cry as he pinches your nipples, and he groans.

“As much as I want to, ‘m gonna take my time with you,” Eren says, licking a stripe up your neck and stopping at your jawline. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, breathing in the impatient whine you let out. He pulls away to quickly slip your shirt over your head, and you mentally capture the look on his face when he sees your bare chest for the first time.

A breathy laugh slips from your lips as he immediately starts sucking on your nipple, and eventually your entire boob. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he takes your breast into his mouth.

A small groan leaves your mouth as he takes your nipple between his teeth, and you've almost forgotten about his other hand groping your opposite breast. You lightly buck your hips into his knee, and he laughs. He takes his mouth off of your breast and smiles up at you.

"Eren I.. I need to ask," You begin, and he takes his hands off your chest, looking up at you. "I know that I want this, but I'm not too sure about your intentions." You hesitantly say, and he raises a brow. "I just told you ten minutes ago that I like you. Romantically. I'm not sitting here trying to have sex with you because of a gut feeling or because I haven't had sex in three years or some shit. I want you, and I'm just praying that you want me just as much."

If it weren't for your tits being out and your panties being drenched in your arousal, along with Eren's hard dick pressing into you, you'd probably burst into tears at his words.

"I do, I swear on everything that I do, but I don't want you to regret this." You say, giving him yet another chance to back out, and he shakes his head. "And miss out on you? Not a chance." Eren laughs as he kisses your torso and leans back up to kiss your lips.

You smile into the kiss and he pushes harder, deeper. His tongue slides past your lips, and your once passionate moment is now ruined. You're not complaining, though.

Eren has one hand gently cupping your throat as the other trails down your body, and he eventually reaches the waistband of your pants. He tugs at it a few times before you notice, and you pull away from the kiss to mutter a small "Please, Eren," before your lips lock with his again.

You feel him hum into your lips before finally tugging your pants down as far as he can without pulling away from your kiss. You do the rest, shimmying them down to your ankles and kicking them off your legs. One of your hands is tightly locked in Eren's hair, and you give it a soft pull every once in and awhile because you can tell he likes it. Your other hand is wrapped around his bicep, gripping the muscle tightly.

His fingers are playing with the hem of your panties, and you're patiently waiting for him to finally take them off. The roll of your hips makes him smile, and he finally moves your panties to the side to slide a finger down your wet folds.

A moan into his lips at the foreign feeling makes the two of you pull away from the kiss. He's grinning at you like a madman and your entire body feels hot. Eren's hands feel like they're burning holes into your skin, and he can see the way you're getting impatient.

You're squirming under him, and he can see the arousal spilling out of your hole. "Such a pretty pussy, all f'me." He mutters to himself. Eren doesn't know what the fuck he's doing but he hopes he's doing it right (he must be because your pussy is reminding him of a fucking river right now).

He uses the same finger to gather a bit of your wetness and he rubs it against your sensitive bud, making you bite your lip to suppress a moan.

Eren frowns and does it again, rubbing your clit in circles. Eventually, when you can't hold back the moans, you opt for covering your mouth with your hand. Eren doesn't take this lightly and immediately snaps at you.

He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers with his, "I wanna hear you, you sound so pretty when you say my name." Eren says, and you nod with a small whine. Eren takes a moment before finally plunging his index finger inside you.

You clench around his long finger, and he smiles when your look of discomfort contorts into one of pleasure. He moves that one finger for a bit, sliding it in and out of you, before adding another. His thumb circles your clit and his index and middle finger are plunging in and out of your hole at a steady speed.

You've never had time to masturbate or think about touching yourself, or even have sex in general, so all of this is foreign to you. Eren curls his fingers, hitting a particularly gummy spot that makes you shudder as you loudly moan out his name.

He sends you a devilish grin and continues hitting that spot with his fingers at a pace that has you seeing stars. "Oh fuck Eren- think 'm gonna-" You don't even get to finish your sentence before you coat his hand with your cum.

Eren pulls his fingers out of you, and you catch your breath as you watch him lick his hand clean. You don't remember him discarding his pants but you can clearly see the tent in his boxers, along with a fairly large wet spot.

Eren grabs your hips and adjusts your position on the bed so your head is resting against the soft pillows. He's hovering over you, caging you in with his strong arms.

You finally notice the familiar key dangling from his neck. The string is long enough to the point where it's lying in the valley of your chest, and he notices you staring curiously at it. You look at him for a moment before softly taking the key between your fingers, still a bit shaky from your orgasm, and taking a closer look at the necklace you've only seen from afar.

Eren smiles softly before putting all his weight onto one arm and using his free hand to take off the necklace. You're looking at him quizzically now, "Lift your head f'me." He says, and you obey. He places the key over your head and now it lays still around your neck.

"Looks much better on you," Eren says, planting a kiss on your neck. You softly laugh at his words, and toy with the key for a bit. He sticks there for a while, kissing and licking and biting at that particular spot before a dark, extremely obvious mark appears on your throat. "People are gonna see." You whine, and he moves on to a different spot on your collarbone.

"Let them." He mumbles into your skin.

"But-"

"I want people to know you're mine. Let them see."

You bite your lip, a bit taken aback by his sudden possessiveness. You think you might like this Eren the most.

Your hands map out his body, making sure to leave no place untouched. You run them down his muscular back and up his toned chest, along his arms, and down again. Your hands soon reach the band of his briefs, circling around and you run a hand over his bulge.

He lets out a groan, sending vibrations throughout your body. You take his moment of weakness to flip him over, and you're straddling him now. One thing you find nice about this end-of-the-world apocalypse shit is that it made you fit enough to lift men twice your size.

Most of your physique had been lost while you were inside of the cell, but after being let out you dedicated most of your free time to getting it back and making it better.

Eren is surprised at your sudden position change, but he's not complaining. At all. His eyes trail up and down your torso and his hands are wrapped tightly around your waist.

He can't recall when he discarded your underwear, but your bare pussy is practically leaking onto his boner and he could cum right here at the sight of you. He lets out a hiss when you roll your hips into his.

Eren involuntarily bucks his hips, and you grin as you lean down. "Please, oh my god-" He whines, and your smile widens. "I thought you wanted to take your time?" You ask, and he misses the way you swallow a moan. "Not anymore, please just do somethin' before I go insane." Eren groans, and you lick your lips before finally pulling his cock out.

You aren't surprised that he's big. Long and thick with a big red swollen tip leaking with precum. A few veins run up his shaft that you failed to notice on his abdomen earlier. You did notice a happy trail that leads down to neatly trimmed pubic hair. Thank god you trimmed yours the other day or else you'd be so fucking embarrassed right now.

Eren bites his lip as you take him in your hand, wrapping your pretty fingers around it spreading his pre along the base of his dick. He can tell by the nervous look on your face that you've never done anything like this before, but you're eager to try.

He's only ever had sex one other time in his life, a couple of years back with some girl he forgot the name of. They were both drunk and he was just fucking her, no foreplay no prep, just straight to it. He regrets wasting his first time, but that's not something you can take back and he's moved on since.

He knows it'll be different with you though. It'll be worth it.

Your lips wrapping around his tip catches him off guard and he leans up on his elbows. You look up at him, a bit worried that you did something wrong, but you notice that he is just surprised and continue what you were doing.

You've only ever seen things like this in the shitty porn magazines you peek at during patrols, but nothing could've prepared you for the real thing. You swirl your tongue around the tip and lick a stripe up the base before taking however much of him you can into your mouth.

Your teeth lightly graze his base, making him hiss. "Mind the teeth, baby." Eren's eyes tightly close, and you practically choke on his cock at the pet name. It rolled off his tongue so naturally that you almost didn't realize he didn't call you by your name.

Eventually, you start bobbing your head up and down, and Eren thinks that this might be heaven. "Oh fuck." He curses and bucks his hips, making you gag. He quickly apologizes, but not before doing it again, and by the time he's about to spill his load into your throat tears are running down your cheeks.

Right when he thinks he's gonna cum, he pulls his cock out of your mouth. You pout up at him, and he smiles down at you, catching his breath. "Gotta save it for the main course." He jokes breathily, and you bite back a laugh before pulling yourself back up and lying on his chest.

Eren takes the opportunity to flip you over, and he wraps your legs around his waist. One hand is softly cupping your jaw and the other is tightly gripping your thigh.

"Just tell me if I need to stop, 'kay?" He says, and you nod impatiently, "I need words." He raises a brow, and you whine. "Okay, 'Ren, can you please jus-" You're quickly cut off by Eren's tip at your entrance. He's not even inside you yet and you're already about to cry.

"Hurts," You whine, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your heels into his tailbone as he slowly but surely fits his cock inside you. "Baby it's gonna hurt if you don't ease up." He says, rubbing soothing circles along your thigh. "Okay- 'm sorry-" You say, apologizing for no reason at all as he eases his cock into you.

"What're you apologizin' for?" He asks, and you shake your head. "I-I dunno- fuck- how much more?" A few tears slip down your face and Eren wipes them away, "It's okay sweetheart, just a little more and you'll be full." He groans when your gummy walls tighten around him again.

"Already feel full." You moan, and he laughs softly before looking down to where your body and his connect. "Almost there, takin' me so well." He grunts, and you nod with a small whine. He stops, and you can feel where your skin meets. "Tell me when to move, baby." He says, and you take a few moments to get used to his size.

Eren watches you wriggle around under him for a moment before you finally look up at him. "Please?" You say desperately, and he grins, "When you ask like that, how could I ever say no?"

At first, it's slow and sensual. His face is in your neck and he's groaning about how you were made for him, and your look of discomfort is quickly turned into one of pleasure as he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

"Faster, 'Ren." You breathe, and he fastens his pace as he sucks yet another hickey on your neck. One of your hands is wrapped around his bicep and the other over his shoulder and gripping his back. He hisses when your nails dig into his skin, but he quickly learns to love the feeling.

He finds that extra gummy spot from earlier, and he frowns when you cover your mouth to let out a loud moan. He grabs your hand and brings it away from your mouth, "What did I tell you?" He asks, pounding into that same spot.

"'m sorry-" You apologize, cutting yourself off with a moan of his name when he slams his cock into your pussy. Your hand shakily returns to his arm, and he smiles. "Good girl," He praises, and you bite your lip as he continues rutting into you.

You're so focused on his dick that you haven't even realized the extra attention he's giving your puffy clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

"Eren 'm so close!" You cry, and he watches as tears fall down your face. He wipes them away with his free hand, "C'mon pretty, I gotta make you cum before I pull out." Eren says, fastening his pace a bit.

Eren has been holding back this entire fucking time and if you don't cum within the next five minutes he's going to nut inside you, which is most definitely not ideal.

You let out an extra loud moan, and your walls tighten around him. "Cum f'me," He groans into your neck. He lifts his face to see your face, watching as you finish. You aren't sure how many times you say his name as you release all over him, but you know you're seeing stars right when you do. Eren quickly pulls out, and his seed spills onto your stomach with a loud groan.

Eren looks around for a moment, trying to find something to clean you up with, before settling on the long-sleeved shirt he had on earlier that day. Neither of you cares that it's dirty, you're too focused on regaining your breath and he's too focused on trying to clean you up without making a bigger mess on his sheets.

Eren wipes his cum off your stomach and then goes to gently clean you off. You jolt at the sudden touch, still a bit sensitive, and Eren apologizes quietly. He searches his floor for a moment before frowning and getting up. He grabs your discarded shirt and panties, along with his pants off the floor and slips them on, not even caring to put on his boxers, and then heads over to you and slips your shirt on over your figure. He slides your underwear up your legs, and you softly thank him.

Eren doesn't feel like sleeping in his soiled bed, so he picks you up and walks the two of you to your room. He lays you down on your bed, but you immediately begin getting up. "Woah, what're you doing?" Eren stops you before you can even put both of your feet on the ground. "I gotta pee. Jus' lay down, I'll be right there." You wave him away, and he tilts his head, "I'll carry you."

"Eren it's like six feet away, I can walk." You stubbornly say, standing up from the bed. Your legs feel like jelly, and you're silently cursing the man behind you as you unsteadily walk ahead. You almost trip over your own feet, but you catch yourself on the bathroom door frame.

Eren snickers from his spot on your bed, "What was that? You can walk?" He teases and you glare at him from the toilet. You push the door shut, and Eren scoffs. He just fucked you, he could care less if he sees you pee of all things. You stumble back to the bed before slipping under the covers. Eren immediately pulls you next to him, and you get comfortable in his arms.

You're facing each other, and you stare tiredly for a moment before planting a kiss on his lips. "Goodnight," Eren smiles before closing his eyes and quickly falling asleep. His breathing evens out, and you smile at his sleeping face.

You suppose the raid wasn't so stupid after all, as long as it ends with him every time.

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