Ereri/Riren Oneshots

Disgust (Riren)

⚠ WARNING ⚠

DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED/SCARED/DISGUSTED/ OR ALL AND ALL DO NOT LIKE ANYTHING TO DO WITH;

RAPE
MASSIVE VIOLENCE
BLOOD
MENTAL INSTABILITY
AND/OR ANYTHING OF THE SORTS.

IF THIS DOESN'T UNSETTLE YOU, CONTINUE BRAVE SOUL.

Eren's POV

I let out a soft sigh into the winter air, the chill driving it's way home into every fiber of me. Absolutely beautiful to me, I admired the snow packed road that lead out to of the town and to my large estate out in the more rugged parts of country.

Icesicles hung from many of the buildings and shone in the afternoon light. My footsteps crunched into dirty- brown snow.

This was a pretty small town with only a population of 1,852 people. And usually you could walk home without being bothered. Crime was next to nonexistent here in Trost. Or...

So I'd thought.

My hands were rigid and my body shook as the temperature dropped. I gripped the straps on my backpack tighter and continued in my silent trudge. I was on the outskirts of town now. I could see nothing but five foot fields of snow and ice. My old highschool teacher who had retired when I had graduated had plowed the way out to the farms and various other homes like mine. Pixis was always a nice old man. Eccentric- but hey.

My boots felt heavy as they gathered snow as I walked. My bag was also starting to weigh me down.

Stopping, I lugged my bag over my shoulder and retrieved my headphones. I pulled out my phone and looked to see it was at a good old 69%. I chuckled half-heartedly and plugged the headset in.

My thumb flew to the screen and immediately clicked on the first song it came to.

I tapped my fingers to the beat as my favorite song came on and the singer's voice blew me away. The music was a part of me as I walked. Almost like a movie I felt the music pull me more into the story of- well- ME.

Me leg were aching but my heart was soaring. Twisting in the snow with a smile in my face, I twirled to the music.

My hands were no longer as shakey and my body didn't seem to register the cold.

I didn't have it bad. Ever since my mother passed- my father having been long gone before- she had left me and my sister all her money. Mikasa was the oldest but she didn't want the house. Said it felt haunted. Not as in a ghost but...

"It's haunted by some bad karma. You were only a baby when I learned this place has a bad history. Murders, drugs, alcohol, and-"

"And what Mika?"

"Rape. Trafficking. People selling little boys and girls. Slaves and opium. This is the South Er."

I couldn't believe her when she had said it. That house had always been my home. My castle. My sanctuary. Getting into a jog, I sprinted the rest of my way home.

The sky flew past me as I ran, my legs pounding against the ivory white road. My bag slamming down against my back with every stride.

My lungs were grasping for air with every gasp I gave. My legs stinging as I stopped and rested at the fence on the edge of my land. There was one giant oak that had been there for god knows how long. A crooked path led down to the garage and parted to reach the porch.

Letting my backpack fall to the joints at my elbows, I grinned and ran down the driveway, making my way to the house with crumbling paint and shoddy shingles. Yeah.. Under my care it wasn't going to be fixed til spring! I let out a dry laugh as I jumped onto the creaky porch and went to grab my keys out of my pocket.