AOT Oneshots ~ x reader

I Won't Tell If You Won't (Eren x Reader)

A/n: I have literally no idea what this is i'm sorry, Eren is so ooc lmao goodnight x

You were a member of the scouting legion, a defender of humanity gifted with the drive to ride blindly into the face of death. Alas, you were also human. It was only natural to fear the unknown at first; the entire human race depended on the sanctuary the walls provided them with. Though there were a select few whom saw their fear change to curiosity and empowerment- an overwhelming desire to taste the slightest freedom the outside provided soon became a fixation for some.

Upon graduating from the cadets, you were surprised to see quite a few of those you'd tirelessly trained alongside share your ambition. You seldom spoke to most of them, perhaps that was why their devotion to the corps came as a shock. There was however one individual notorious for his undying spirit and claims of being enamoured with the outside world.

You were trained to fight and kill titans, not once looking back. Alongside this came the task of protecting all humans from harm. Such was the mantra that would allegedly prepare you for the unknown, for the outside world and any challenge you faced as a soldier.

It however, would never prepare you for Eren Jaeger.

You'd exchanged little more than a wordless smile with the brown haired boy in all your years of sharing a residence with him. Determined and pugnacious were the only traits that came to mind from what you'd heard of him. It was the very fact that you knew so little about him other than the sudden revelation of his titan powers that made your fears seem slightly unjustifiable.

Part of you pitied him; locked away in a basement and reduced to nothing but his unfavourable side. Though above all you were no better than the others. The sheer fact that a single being could put humanity's most hardy representatives on the same level of fear as civilians left you with nothing but unease. As much as you were aware of his human side, you couldn't help but cower at the idea of living in such close quarters with the same creatures you hoped to vanquish one day.

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Sleep was but a luxury in the weeks leading up to the expedition. You lay awake for hours in the company of nothing but an overactive imagination that conjured visions of worst case scenarios. You'd always vow to die with pride, should you have to. But your rare winks of sleep painted images of your comrades in the jaws of those wretched beasts; any courage that remained was a precious commodity. You tossed and turned, the sheets that provided warmth would also glaze your s/c skin with a sweat in the wake of your frequent nightmares.

It seemed you spent many hours trying to sleep with no avail. That was until you put better use to your time exploring the old castle the scouts had titled home. You quite often found yourself in the kitchen- a steamy mug of tea your only source of warmth and comfort in the lonely post midnight hours.

Only on your third night partaking in the ritual did you begin to question why you hadn't crossed paths with anyone else out of bed. Every morning you heard complaints of a poor nights sleep from your fellow cadets, though there was not a single soul to keep you company. Needless to say, you were somewhat thankful. If the corporal or commander heard of cadets sneaking out of bed at this hour the consequences may very well rival the nightmares triggering any failure to remain asleep.

Besides, though being far from greedy your late night journeys were not entirely fruitless. A cup of tea assisted in making you drowsy, but you'd found something- a rarity outside of Wall Sina, that fully drowned out your nerves for just a split moment.

Chocolate. The sweet, creamy bar had stuck out like a sore thumb once your hand grazed it when searching for tea. Normally you wouldn't have dared to even consider swiping a row- you presumed it was rightfully the property of one of the squad leaders. If it were Hanji, she wouldn't have minded in the slightest, she was far too kind. Hence why you were met with a sense of extreme guilt as you uncontrollably bit down into the tasty substance.