𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

COVER ART CREDS; redwarrior3 on tumblr :) In modern Paradis, you've joined the survey corps three months ago, and thought you've met everyone, until you stumble across ex titan shifter Eren Jaeger, who you've never seen before now. When you come to figure out that the girl he's in love with just so happens to be dating the boy you've been in love with for months, you both agree on an elaborate scheme to get revenge by pretending to date each other to make them jealous. As you spend more time with him, things slowly start unraveling for the worst. But is it really revenge you're both after? Or...is there something more? NOTE #1; i do not own any characters in Attack on Titan, the only thing i own is this plot. All rights to the characters & settings in this story go to Hajime Isayama. NOTE #2: this isn't really an enemies to lovers ff, but Eren is kind of an asshole throughout the story. but i promise he gets better. also, I've made the chapters quite long instead of splitting them up into shorter chapters, so sorry about the long reads lol. also also, the reader is presented as female, just for a head's up:) CONTENT WARNING: this fanfic contains smut, alcohol & drug (weed) consumption, obviously coarse language, talks of self harm, suicide, anxiety and depression, more graphic kinks (such as knife play, bondage, blood play), and overall is meant for a mature audience. I'll stop rambling now, enjoy! Also, please don't be afraid to give any sort of criticism in the comments, I'd love to hear what you think of it so far or what you would like to see :) cool rankings I've gotten; (feb 9th 2022 ) #2 in erenxreader #42 in erenjaeger #77 in eren #4 in erenfanfic #15 in erenfanfic #90 in erenjaeger #1 in erenjaegerfanfic (feb 12th 2022) #1 in erenfanfic #1 in erenjaegerfanfic #90 in shingekinokyojin #21 in sashabraus #34 in snkxreader #27 in jeankirstein (feb 13th 2022) #3 in attackontitan #1 in erenfanfic