In a cruel world dominated by Titans, you seek purpose in the Survey Corps after Levi saves you from the death of your grandmother, Arya. You want to give back to the regiment that raised you, even if it means trading your heart.
But when your firs...
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set in seasons 1-3
AUTHOR'S NOTES
This spans across the entire story of Attack on Titan and deeply follows the lore. Dialogue, scenes, and punctuation follow the manga, not the anime. This was written before Season 4 came out. The story gets darker with canon.
This story has approximately 500k words in total (yes). That's half a million words. While I consider myself fluent in English, it is not my first language, so please be kind.
THIS STORY HAS MEMORY LOSS
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WARNING TAGS This fanfic contains nsfw content (smut), angst, mature themes, memory loss, graphic descriptions of violence and gore, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), adult language, and spoilers for Attack on Titan.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Eren, but he definitely owns me. All characters (albeit Y/N and my OCs) are owned by Hajime Isayama, a wonderfully creative man whose characters I have borrowed for a completely profit-free flight of fancy. I doubt that he spends his time going through reader insert fics on Wattpad, but who knows what he does in his spare time other than bathe in our tears? Kindly do not sue me, please, as I am terrified of you. Thank you.
