Eren Yeager (older) x Reader One-shots

No mercy (Hobo Eren) part 1

Living and being alive... are two different things.

As I was laying in bed I wondered how it came to this.

My life is not my own.

It's just a set of steps I must take, something already pre-determined for me.

And I'm supposed to just accept it...

"Get ready already, (y/n)" I heard from outside the room.

I got up and looked in the mirror. Indeed, I was already ready. I just didn't want to go.

My dress that was purposefully tight on my waist and brought attention to my breasts, was a shade of yellow that would gracefully fall until my feet. My hair was carefully tided up and on top of it layed a hat that I thought was a bit too big for my taste.

I touched my red lips wondering why I had to paint them since that color didn't fit me at all.

"It doesn't fit me, but it will fit him" I told myself.

I sighed and finally left the room, passing by my father that scoffed that we were going to be late because of me, and that I would be lucky if he still accepted me. 

My father was a well dressed man, someone you would think had class and composure to spare.

Unfortunately, his rudeness between closed doors make his all glamorous appearance fade away almost instantly.

"You know all your sisters have long left the house and got married. You're the only one who's too stubborn-"

"I don't need to hear this again-"

"Yes you do. Because this time you will marry this man. I personally chose it and you won't find any better out there." He let out a long exhausted sigh "do you know how hard it was to get this arrangement for you?"

"So?"

"So be more grateful. This is your life and you need to accept it and be a proper woman.. I won't have my youngest daughter disgrace this family after all I've done"

I didn't say any other word since I knew it would be pointless.

Everything was just... pointless.

*****

I was sitting on a bench outside, thinking back on the lovely encounter I had that day. I had just met my future husband... and I couldn't feel more disgusted. 

Why do I have to marry to someone I don't even care about?

The man that was clearly older than me, wouldn't stop measuring me with his eyes. As if checking for the merchandise before shipping...

"Was I in good condition?" I said as I placed my right hand below my chin and my left on my waist. 

Sure he was rich. He told my father he would take me far away to his lands, where health and care would never fail me; and my father smiled from one ear to the other, spreading his usual charm while making businesss.

I would not accept this.

"So here is where you were" I heard my father speak behind me "you should stop running off so often. Isn't our house big enough?"

I kept my eyes fixated on a tree a bit further down. I didn't feel like talking to him right now.

"(y/n) you must understand. You're already 19. It doesn't suit you to have these tantrums... neither it would suit you to stay single after you're 20. You must understand that I'm doing this for your own good, too."