Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Scout Reader
Characters: Eren Jaeger, Hange Zoë
Rating: NSFW
Content: Voyeurism, overpowering/manhandling, choking, knife play, edging, creampie, crying, he do be kinda rough doe O_O

Okay so y’all know how much I simp for Levi but Eren be hitting kinda different lately. Also while finishing writing this I was drunk again so like sorry if it makes no sense

This is set in the Season 4 time where Eren is 19. Also don’t worry! There are no spoilers for the final season in here :) but there may be some spoilers for the other 3 seasons so please be cautious if you haven’t caught up!
Also this one is also lowkey a bit dark, Eren’s a manipulative little shit who also slightly cuts you with a blade, but he knows your limits and will stop if you want!

For context: Eren has been locked up in a cell and you’ve requested to speak with him

You never liked the lower level of the building. It’s always been so dark and cold, somewhere you never thought you’d willingly go to.
“If I may, why is it you wanna see Eren again?” Hange asks, spinning a key around on their slim fingers. 
Your keep your eyes to the ground, watching as you take those last few steps down the poorly built, stone staircase. “Figured I should check up on him. It’s been a while and I really haven’t had much time alone with him since…” Your mind takes you back to the days that felt just that little more simpler. When it was just standing on the wall and watching for titans that may try and breach, the thought of traitors far from anyone’s mind. 
“Well… it’s been a few years I can tell you that.” You chuckle to yourself. 
Hange flashes you a sympathetic smile as you reach the wooden door that connects to the room of cells. “I can’t really say for certain but who knows, maybe he’ll be happy there’s someone to come see him.” They push open the door.
Your feet carry you to the very last cell, the one you knew Eren would be held in. Now only being the time where you look up. Your eyes catch against his strident green, intense, cold enough to make you step back. 

“Eren.” You exhale, glancing down at his figure. Since you saw him last he’s grown exponentially. His body seems slimmer and his hair now long and tied back into a half-bun. You curse yourself for looking just that little bit longer at his exposed upper-half.
Hange stands by your side, giving him a slight warning through their eyes to behave. 
You peep at the key still held between their fingers. “Hange–?” You bite your thumb nail, wondering whether or not you should ask. “Could I please step inside?” 
Hange seems taken aback, mumbling something about dangerous prisoners. Yet, they hesitantly agree. Eren’s eyes have never left your face almost as if he were studying it, trying to memorise every little feature. 
You smile warmly at Hange, thanking them for being so lenient. With one click of the lock, the metal door swings open. Creaking in its old age. 
You take a deep breath before stepping inside.

“I’ll let you speak privately, if you need me please call out, Y/N.” Hange announces before taking their leave. 
Here you stand, face-to-face with Eren Jeager. You look around the cell, fairly bigger than what you expected. A rotted looking sink stands against the wall to your left with a sorry excuse for a bed on the right. 
“What do you want.” His voice made it out as a question but his face was that of one who didn’t care for an answer. 
You walk past him and sit against the far wall. “Is it so awful to want to see a friend?” You ask as you watch him slowly make his way over to you.
“Is that what we are?” He crouches down in front of you, balancing on the tips of his feet. “Friends?” There was something sinister about his words, one that you had never heard before. Sure, there was angry Eren but this was something new entirely. 
“Call it what you may, I wanted to come see you.” You say, raising an eyebrow.
Eren laughs coldly. “How noble of you.” He tilts his head, the loose hairs around his face falling to the side. 
“I see you’re still as stubborn as ever.” You spit back, slightly surprised at yourself for becoming so defensive.
Eren stands to his feet. “I never asked you to come here.” He states, venom dripping from his words. 
“Oh so you like being alone here with no one to talk to. My mistake.” You huff, annoyed that he won’t even make the effort to hold a conversation. 
“Yeah. Your mistake.”
His words make you scoff yet he pays no mind to you. He just simply stares into the mirror above the sink. “You know what–” You throw your hands on your hips. “Fuck you, Eren. You may be a founding fucking titan or whatever but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with your shit.” You huff angrily before stomping over to the cell door. “Han–” Your call for Hange is swiftly cut off by Eren’s hand over your mouth. 

Eren stands with his back pressed to yours, his free hand just barely grazing over your hip. “Nice to see you still have that fire to you.” He whispers in your ear. The hairs on your arms stand on end.
You throw your head to the side, removing your mouth from his hand. “Get the fuck off of me, asshole. You had your shot to play nice.” 
Eren chuckles to himself. “You really think I’m trying to play nice?” 
A chill runs down your spine. “Tell me… you still keep a knife strapped to your thigh?” You feel the cool metal of a blade tip perched beneath your chin, unable to comprehend when he even grabbed it. 
“Extra protection. Seems I let my guard down.” You exhale, working double-time to think of ways you can get out safely. 
Eren grazes his fingertips over the wraps of leather on your thigh. “Seems so.” He presses the knife deeper against your skin, still not hard enough to break through. Your head tilts back onto his shoulder, avoiding being cut.
“Alright alright what is it you want Eren.” You scoff, wondering whether or not he was wanting something out of you.
“Oh…?” He pauses as his hand trails further up to your hip. “What happened to ‘fuck you’?” He asks, mocking your angry tone. “Unless you meant that as a request.” Eren’s lips graze over your exposed neck. His hot breath makes you shiver. 
“Get the hell off of me.” You command through clenched teeth. 
Eren seems unfazed, keeping you pressed against his muscular body. “Why did you really come here?” He asks, now connecting his lips to the sweet spot on your neck.
“I already t-told you.” You words shake at his contrasting actions. The soft kisses but knife still pressed to your chin. “Eren this isn’t funny.” You whine, dropping your defensive state.

“Never said it was.” His free hand reaches up to your chest making no hesitation to grope at you. 
Eren slips his knee between your legs, keeping you held up against the cell bars. You resist the urge to rock your hips against him, not wanting to give in to his sadistic nature. 
“What’s wrong? You were so quick to cuss me out before and not your lips are sealed shut.” You know that if you were to open your mouth you’d slip out a sound you don’t dare for him to hear. 
“Sh-shut up.” He presses the knife harder against your skin, causing you to wince. You feel the tip of blade pierce into your flesh. A shiver runs down your back with a sensation completely foreign to your body. Sure, you’ve been hurt in battle, but this is something different entirely.
Eren takes notice of the small stream of blood trickling down your neck. With your eyes still intensely watching him, he licks the blade clean before grazing it up your thigh. With no stress on your neck, you let your head hang back down.
“Oh no you fucking don’t.” Eren hisses before choking you with his free hand. You throw your head back onto his shoulder, gasping for air. The trail of blood from your neck soaks into your shirt collar, staining it a bright red. 

The blade slowly travels from your thigh to your crotch. You shudder at the sensation through your pants, almost aching for stimulation. Your hips rock forward against it.
Eren snickers at your desperation. “So that’s what you want huh?” He tears the seam of your pants with the knife, leaving you completely exposed. The cool metal taps gently against your clit. You gasp for air due to both disbelief and his hand still wrapped around your neck. With his saliva still coated against the sharpened tip, he rubs the blade against you, almost as if he were using it to replace fingers. 
A groan echoes from the back of your throat, your eyes water at the pleasure. “P-please Eren–” You whisper breathily, gripping his working wrist with both hands. “Don’t- don’t stop.” You scream at yourself internally for giving in to your masochistic side, but it just feels too good. 
“How cute. Gonna come against your own blade?” He teases, rubbing it faster against you. Your back arches off of him with your head still resting on his shoulder.
“Eren–!” You gasp, vastly approaching an orgasm that you hadn’t expected to have. One of your hands abandons his wrist to grip the back of his neck, digging your nails into his skin. 
Eren laughs lowly. His chest rumbles against your back. “Keep saying my name like that.” He whispers into your ear. 
“E-echoes down here, don’t w-want Hange to hear.” You whine, already feeling your muscles slight spasms through your build-up. 
He inhales deeply. “Alright then.” Just as you veer over the edge, Eren takes away the blade. Denying you of your orgasm.

You eyes dart up to his, desperation made painfully clear as you look at his with furrowed brows. “Eren what the fu–”
“You’re the one who said you didn’t want them to hear.” He smirks.
You catch your tongue between your teeth, frustrated at his deliberate obedience. “I just… I meant…”
“Meant what?” He asks, returning his lips to your neck. Your cheeks flush to a bright red, embarrassed that you let yourself fall to his mercy so easily. “Aww what’s wrong?” Eren cooes, tilting your head up and forcing you to look back into his eyes. Your lips just barely grazing his. “You wanna come that badly?” 
You whimper, letting your hips urge forward towards his wrist that still hung right by your thigh. Even though you say no words, he understands completely. The blade swiftly returns back to your clit, the icy feel once again taking you by surprise. You knees start to give out but Eren is quick to hook one over his arm, spreading yourself further out on display. Your eyes dart down to his actions. It all appears so sadistically enchanting.
With Eren whispering viciously degrading words in your ear, it takes even less time to return back to the build-up you had craved. Your moans turn to whines of approval as you grow all the more closer. So close. You just need that little bit more. Eren chuckles deeply removing the blade. A sound that could only come close to a growl escapes from your mouth.
“Patience.” He smiles maliciously. The blade returns, your body jolts at the sudden stimulation from your edging. You seem to pick up right from where you were, just at the edge. 

Eren repeats edging you over and over again. You fight back the tears of desperation welling in your eyes. It feels as if a singular touch could send you to your climax. 
Eren raises the blade and brings it down onto your clit, smacking you with the side of the knife. Just as suspected, you fall to the ground. Your muscles spasming through your orgasm that feels twice as intense as usual.
Eren looks down at you with a shit-eating grin. “Like being smacked that much?” He teases. 
With your body still trembling, you look up into his eyes. “F-fuck you.” Your whiney and breathy tone seems to make him laugh.
“Maybe if you ask nicely.” He titters, squatting back down to your level. His natural musk fills your nose sending your eyes rolling back as you flutter your eyelashes. Erens thumb rests on your chin. “Seems it won’t take too much convincing.” 
You slap his hand away and stand to your feet as best as possibly with shaking legs. His slick smile sets ablaze a fiery anger to your chest. “What’re you smirking at?” You huff, gripping the bars of the cell door for balance. 
With his eyes still fixated on yours, he licks the blade clean once more. You feel that familiar electricity of arousal stir in your core as he slowly steps towards you, caging you in by gripping the bars by your head. 
Eren dips his head down, lips brushing over your own. His slight breaths fan against your top lip. 
It’s too much to handle. There’s something animalistic within you that needs him to take you right there. You slightly scold yourself all the while unable to think about anything else.
His harsh green eyes pierce right into your soul before he takes a breath. One of his hands hooking his thumb in the hem of his pants. “Beg or I won’t do it.” 
You trail your hand up his bare chest and rub yourself against his hardened crotch. “Please, Eren…” You whimper, tugging his pants down for him.
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Eren slips between your legs, the tip of his cock hovering by your entrance. You whimper in anticipation. He pushes himself inside, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. You gasp at the sudden sensation. His cock stretching you out more than you’ve ever felt before.
Your legs almost give out but he hooks his arms under your knees and holds you in the air, forcing you to bounce on him. You utterly fail to keep yourself from moaning. Your mind going completely blank from anything that isn’t how badly you want him. You hands snake to the back of his neck, desperate to hold on to something. 
“I’ve barely even fucked you and you’re already this needy?” He scoffs, making you to bounce faster as he thrusts up. The overwhelming pressure in your hips forces you to whine, his size was one you hadn’t anticipated in the slightest. 
As Eren whispers dirty praises in your ear, you tighten around him.
“Come on, pretty girl. I wanna watch you fall apart.” He hums before biting down on your neck and carrying you over towards the sink where he watches you through the mirror.
You don’t know if it’s his thrusts or the sight of yourself falling completely slave to his cock, but the intensity grows. You cry out his name and beg for release, an action you never thought you’d be doing. Especially not with him.
Eren’s eyes remain trained on your flushed face, your tongue slightly sticking out from your mouth. “Good girl. You’re gonna come when I tell you, okay?” He whispers, sending chills down your spine. Quiet whimpers are all you can muster for a response, yet, he seems to understand. 
With his speed doubling over, the burning sensation in your stomach grows to hot, white blazes. Through watery eyes, you see Eren smirking with his lips just barely grazing your neck where he sunk his teeth into. With one sudden snap of his hips, you cry out. Begging him for the release that you craved. Eren sneers at your noises of pure pleasure that can’t help but escape past your parted lips.
Even as you reach that climb, just barely holding back from reaching your climax, you obey his orders. Not letting yourself get the release that’s clouded your mind with lust.
“Okay okay I’ll stop teasing,” He laughs, running his tongue over the bite marks on your neck. “Come for me.” 
Three simple words is all it takes for you to come completely undone. Your legs and hips tremble in his strong arms that still keep you held out on display. You feel his chest heaving against your back.

Following suit of your orgasm, he lets you back down. With no further warning, you’re bent over in front of him. “W-wait! Slow down!” You cry out as he suddenly thrusts himself further into your insides than you thought possible. You can already feel the aching in your hips from his vicious movements. 
Eren grabs a handful of your hair and pulls your head back for you to look at him. “Slow down? That won’t do.” With a slick smile he snaps his hips harder into you, reaching further than before. You let out a scream of pain, not caring at this point if anyone hears. You insides feel as though they’re tearing. You wince and groan, unable to form any sort of sentence. 
Eren growls and tightens his grip on your wrists that fit in just one of his hands. “Aww I bet it hurts real bad huh?” He teases, landing a slap on your ass. You can already feel the handprint turning bright red. 
Tears stream from your eyes as you choke for air. “Please Eren!” Your voice breaks as you beg for him to ease up. Your body becoming completely overstimulated.
He simply ignores your cries and continues brutally thrusting inside you. The hand gripping your hips already leaving deep blue bruises. You unconsciously tighten around him, forcing a sharp inhale from his lips. 
“Don’t fucking do that.” He groans. His voice makes it seem like a threat but you know too well that he wants more.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening once more. Your face flushes to a bright red along with your chest. Eren takes notice and smirks down at you. 
“Gonna come for a third time?” He asks cockily. 
You babble incoherently, still not able to speak as he rams himself harder inside you. You know that he’s also close, you can tell from his moans. They’re deeper and breathier than before, almost as if he were whining. 
“You’re gonna be a good girl and take it all.” He commands, pulling your hair back once more. You nod and squeeze your eyes shut, chasing your own orgasm as he does the same. You assist him by tightening again, this time on purpose. 
Eren throws his head back, moaning out you name. “Fuck- like that–” He praises, snapping his hips just that little bit faster to reach his climax. Just as you begin yours, he does the same. You barely notice his cum filling you up as you begin to tremble for the third time. You fall to the ground, removing yourself from his cock. His last spurts of cum land on your back. 
You can feel yourself dripping, making a mess of the cell floor. Eren laughs during his heavy panting. “Didn’t think there’d be that much.” He says eyeing off the dirtied floor. 
You half-laugh back and wipe your eyes from the tears that were trapped in the corners. “Fuck you, man.” You huff, looking back at his face that hasn’t seemed to change from a smug smile. 
Eren kneels down and plants a kiss on your neck. “Visit me again sometime when you feel empty.” He winks. Eren stands to his feet and heads back over to the worn-out sink. “Oh and by the way, have fun explaining your screams to Hange.” He snickers, glancing at you from over his shoulder. 
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Also just to clear up- in this post, I used they/them for Hange because I don’t want to misgender as the creator of AOT himself hasn’t confirmed their gender stating that “Hange’s gender identity is not important to the story he’s telling, and so he wanted to give readers the freedom to come up with their own interpretations.” So yeah just wanted to clear that up, I will typically always refer to Hange as they/them :) 
I FUCKING FINALLY GOT THIS DONE istg if this doesn’t get some hype I’ll be saltier than Tsukishima in the ocean

Honest opinion

I don’t think Eren Yeager would’ve destroyed humanity if he had revealed himself to the world via the internet

Can you imagine seeing Titan Eren saying “I’m here to destroy you all.” And everyone is just like either “yass queen go off purrr ” or “lemme see some of that Titan size booty ”

Like he would be thrown off because back on the island he would have gotten shot at or death threats not thirst tweets. Let Eren see some thirst tweets of him shirtless and his Titan form man’s will be calling off the plans for the destruction of humanity by lunch time.

Sometimes I think about getting high with Eren and the lazy, needy make out session that would inevitably follow.

Straddling his lap while he looked up at you under half lidded eyes, a lazy smile that ends in a lip bite as he fits the joint between your lips, his hand rubbing your hip soothingly as you take a hit.

“Good girl, go easy,” he’d encourage on your inhale, his deep voice barely louder than a whisper.

You might cough a little and he would pull the joint back, muttering a low, “c’mere baby,” before taking a deep hit himself then using the back of your neck to pull your lips to his. He’d open his mouth against yours, exhaling the smoke into your mouth before slipping his tongue in alongside it. The kiss that follows is slow, wet, and when his hand drifts south to your ass where he starts a slow grind across his lap, your hushed sounds of pleasure that Eren swallows down only encourage him more.

You didn’t bother to look when he was setting the joint down on the ashtray next to the couch. When his kisses starting to trace along your jaw, your neck, teeth gently scraping your collarbone before a soothing lick of his tongue.

And it may have been the weed, it probably played at least a small part…what had caused the blood to rush through your veins, your head to fall back as your eyes fluttered closed. Or maybe it was both of his hands on your hips, keeping the pace of that slow lazy grind across his now hard cock beneath you. Or maybe it was the effortless way he slipped the straps of your tank top down, his lips wrapping around your perked nipples with a soft groan that had a shiver running up your spine.

“So fucking sexy,” he would whisper with your nipple still in his mouth, looking up at you with dilated pupils, not bothering to move the hair that had fallen in his face. His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink when he let his tongue circle your nipple, his hips bucking in a frenzied moment before voicing low, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Please,” it came out as a whimper, your hands slipping into his long hair as he leaned up to offer a soft peck against your lips.

And moments later, with his pants pushed down just low enough to free his hard cock, your panties long discarded, the slow sink onto him had you biting into your bottom lip, your gaze locked on his while he leaned his head back on the couch.

“Ah, ah, fuck,” he would slow you down, one strong arm laid along the top of the couch, the other on your hips setting the pace as you claimed inch after inch of him, “There you go, sit pretty for me, okay?”

He had to know you couldn’t answer. Not when he was stretching you so perfectly, filling you so deeply. The quiet chuckle sounding from him told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And when you were fully seated, his cock completely sheathed inside you, you would whine.

Whine because he would lift you up back up just barely, and you would feel the drag of his cock against your cunt for only a second before he paused. An inch, maybe two reclaimed by him.

If even a second longer had passed, you would have taken that inch back, pushed yourself down onto his lap until you had his entire cock sheathed inside your soaked cunt once more. But Eren didn’t give you a second. The weed had him extraordinarily lazy… but neverpatient.

“Perfect,”thrust, “little,” thrust, “cunt,” thrust.

He punctuated each word with a deep, slow, fuck up into you and it suddenly made sense why he reclaimed that inch. Why he made room for his cock to begin a pleasantly torturous pace in and out of your cunt while his lips locked onto your tits once more.

And with your hands gripped onto his muscular shoulders, as that familiar coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, the promise of release just skirting the edges of your desire raddled thoughts - Joint or no joint, you realized, would you always find a certain kind of high around Eren.

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JEAN HAD FOUND HIMSELF IN A BIT OF TROUBLE forgetting the two year anniversary of him and his girlfriend. Gabby was, rightfully so, completely upset with the man she called her boyfriend. Having been so caught up in his own life, he’d missed the entire day ‘til it was too late. Which led him to desperate measures; Eren and Y/n.

“Pretty sure she hates your guts, man.“ The boxer shared, draping both arms behind the black sectional he sat on and spreading his legs. 

Y/n scoffed next to him and shoved his right leg harshly. “She doesn’t hate him. Just disappointed is all.” Which was worse than her hating him. 

And Jean knew this as his face fell deeper in despair. 

“I can’t lose her guys. Please! Please help me apologize.” Jean looked to be on the verge of tears, looking worse for wear. 

Gabby and Jean were the physical embodiment of soulmates if there ever was such a thing. The two of them ending would be devastating for the both of them. 

“Don’t think apologies work that way.”

“We’ll help.” 

The two frenemies glared at each other while Jean engulfed them both in a hug of appreciation. 

“Thank you! Thank you!” His gratefulness was muffled by the sectional but the two could hear him clearly. 

Eren rolled his eyes and shoved him off of them. “You’re going to be late for practice.” He grumbled, annoyed with being roped into the situation. 

Jean, reminded of his commitments for the day, straightened up and grabbed the duffel bag he’d left at the front door before leaving. 

“Okay so, you do all the work and let me know when you’re done.” Eren patted Y/n’s leg absentmindedly, using her thigh to push off the couch and stand. 

Her face screwed up in disgust at him touching her. “You must be out of your fuck ass mind. Put on a shirt and let’s go help our friends.” 

“Not listening.” He sang like a child, opening cabinets in his kitchen in search of something.

Y/n slipped her shoe off and threw it at his head.

“Now!!”

Eren had continuously rubbed the small knot in the back of his head, an angry expression on his face. The two had been walking the streets of downtown for at least an hour, gathering anything and everything to help Jean out. Y/n scanned the street for the floral shop she found online, their second to last stop for the day.

“So I’m thinking we will make one bouquet with two types of flowers.” She spoke aloud, sharing her thoughts with a man who couldn’t care less. 

Eren rolled his eyes and readjusted the shopping bag on his shoulder.  

“Whatever makes this shit go by faster, I don’t care.” He muttered angrily. 

This was not how he wanted to spend his Saturday. It was almost two in the afternoon and normally he’d be in the gym right now, sparring with Levi til he couldn’t go any more. But Levi banned him from the gym, told him he had to get his head right first, whatever the fuck that meant. So, Eren’s been grumpy ever since. 

And after his vulnerable moment with Y/n last week, he’s been especially dreading being around her. 

“You know, you’re a shitty friend.” 

Her blunt tone took Eren by surprise as they stopped in front of the pastel purple shop. He sported a dumbfounded look on his face while Y/n eyed the flowers on display for any that could be of use. 

“What the fuck?” 

Y/n hummed in response, ignoring him and his question. “Those dhalia’s are gorgeous! Those and the peonies.” 

A firm grip placed a weight on Y/n’s forearm, her eyes trailing down to find Eren’s hand on her body. 

“The hell—” 

“Yo! Y/n!” Someone had called for her behind them, Y/n flickering her gaze to a small group of males walking their direction. One of them having the same complexion as her. 

“O!!!” 

Forcefully removing Eren’s grip on her arm, Y/n excitedly greeted her older cousin with open arms. “Hey! What are you doing over here?” She asked, taking a moment to bask in his familiar comfort. 

“We just left the bakery down the street. Nicolo’s family owns the place, as well as the restaurant right across from it.” The six-three athlete explained, releasing Y/n from the hug.

That’s when she took the chance to look at the four other guys walking with her cousin. Each looked as handsome as the last, with pretty faces and dangerous eyes that could easily get most girls, paired with their stature alone and they looked amazing. But then she caught eyes with one of them and was reminded of her surroundings and who she was with.

A rushed Fuck! stumbled out of her barely parted lips when Eren called her name and made his way over.

“Eren, go wait in the shop–” “Eren Yaeger…you look different from the last time I saw you. How’s that face of yours? Still ugly I see.”

“Porco.” Fuck.

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“The devil and I get along just fine…”

Pairing: Fem!reader x Vampire!Eren 

Word Count: 5.1 k 

Chapter Warnings: Blood, anxiety

Chapter Summary: Reader, a nurse, finds themselves facing a fanged beast, unsure what to make of the world. But this devil with dark hair may not have the intentions you think. 

☤this work of fiction deals with vampires. in turn, there will be discussions of blood and minimal gore. it will also include nsfw content in the near future. all chapters will be marked appropriately☤

Moonlight soaked the path towards his freedom. It danced and reflected off of the dew coated blades of grass. Each one emulated a life he planned to save, with the destruction of his  people and the protection of the person he cared for most in the world. She had yet to materialize into something more than the soft breeze of a memory.

He was hungry; the tortuous cry of his instinct to ravage told him so. However, years of training and restraint had yielded him more than capable of swallowing his own desire. The one thing he sought most weighed heavier than impotent monstrous actions. For his goal, he could resist the craving to release his sharpened fangs.

He allowed his eyes one last glance over the house he’d called home for the past four years; dark and gloomy against the stormy night sky. Soon, those who’d chained him in shackles and dragged him to the cellar would be amiss in panic. Wrought iron bars that once caged his devilish soul would be found empty. A beast was on the run.

He felt brief sorrow for those he would hurt in the process of securing their freedom from a pained existence. But he’d made up his mind. All that was left to do was to head north.

His nimble hands pulled the dark hood of his coat above his head. He took one deep breath, the entrancing smell of rain and dirt wafting through the air.

North, to the person that occupied his past, present, and future. To freedom.

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You considered yourself well suited to the role you’d decided to serve for the rest of your life. Time spent meticulously memorizing health patterns and disease characteristics had broadened your sense of confidence. Doubt rarely ever plagued your mind past the childish decision of what to eat for breakfast in the morning.

Nursing had not always been your final destination in life; the unprecedented scared you enough to mark healthcare as a profession to avoid. Losing two parents unexpectedly in high school due to a mysterious illness had been enough to change your once convinced mind.

Your rain jacket was slick with the slight precipitation clouding the late night sky as you entered the hospital locker room – a weak cup of coffee in hand, marred with a ring of chapstick residue against the lip. Night shifts were often greeted with unrelenting misery on your behalf.

“You look excited to be here,” The familiar tone of your coworker hummed from behind you. There seemed no force strong enough to concur surprise in your unrested eyes. Historia was someone who lacked a certain fear factor in most aspects of her being, anyways.

“I didn’t see you when I came in, Historia,” You answered, eyes glancing over your shoulder to take in the blonde-haired nurse. Despite having walked in the rain the same as you, her demeanor was much more spritely.

She gave you a smile, following you towards your adjacent lockers. “Ah, I came in the back entrance today.”

“You’re awfully chipper for someone who’s working the night shift,” Your half-assed attempt at being friendly mingled with the clammer of your locker. Historia chuckled softly from behind her door.

“I prefer the night shift, actually. Isn’t this your third night on?” She asked. You slipped your wet jacket from your shoulders, shaking it slightly before hanging it in the metal box.

“Yeah, it is. Can’t say I enjoy it as much as you do,” You lightly closed the door, Historia doing the same. Overt kindness wasn’t a trait you claimed when burnt out on work; she knew this and gave you no foul for it.

Her blue eyes crinkled in the ghost of a smile. “Not a creature of the night, hm?”

“I’m no vampire, that’s for sure,” You chuckled. Historia’s smile faltered slightly. It came as no surprise that she was afraid of monsters and ghouls. You decided to change the subject in her favor. “Speaking of, I hear it’s a full moon tonight.”

“Oh?” Her eyes widened, coy smirk wiggling its way back onto her blushed cheeks. Despite your adverse to the unknown, you enjoyed indulging in childish hospital rumors. The notion that weird cases spiked on nights when the moon was full in the sky was a tale as old as time; strange people flooded the hospitals, with even stranger injuries and illnesses. Or so that was what people said, not that you’d ever experienced it yourself. “I wonder if anything crazy will happen tonight.”

“Doubt it,” You stepped aside, allowing her to match your stride as the two of you headed towards the conference room for a briefing before the shift. She hummed in agreement, the rest of the walk done in a comfortable silence.

The room for debriefing was a mundane conference set up. The walls were a bleached white; anatomy posters and warnings about the harmful nature of cigarettes decorating the walls. An oval desk surrounded by blue, plastic chairs took up most of the room. It smelled like microwaved Kraft, courtesy of a nurse scarfing down a last helping before their shift started.

“That’s odd,” Historia frowned, blue eyes tracing the room. Staff sat around in quiet huddles, most silently waiting for the briefing to start. She glanced down at her watch before nudging you in the arm. “Where’s Doctor Smith? We start in two minutes.”

The tall, burly man was never late for a briefing; his stoic nature didn’t allow room for such a lack. He had never given you a reason to doubt his trust, but something about his demeanor made you uneasy. He commanded a room with such conviction that your coworkers fell to his feet with unadulterated respect; you, a mindless sheep following their lead. Rational thought would’ve placed your discomfort on his position of power and his role as your boss. Simply put, however, he gave you the creeps.

The plastic chair skidded against the polished floor as you took your seat at the table beside Historia. The older staff coughed and occasionally grumbled, filling the tired silence with a sense of annoyance. Your blonde coworker sensed your gripe, elbowing you in the ribs and leaving a crease in your lilac scrubs. You suppressed a smile.

“Pardon me,” Doctor Smith’s commanding voice echoed through the room before he stepped in the doorway. Your muscles tensed; back straightening as if to give the illusion that you hadn’t been hunched over, looking exhausted and miserable. His blond hair was perfectly sculpted; not a strand out of place and not a wrinkle in his blue dress shirt. His lab coat was almost a sickeningly bleached titanium. “Sorry for my tardiness; I was dealing with an emergency back home.”

Historia shifted beside you.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” He gave a terse smile before picking his clipboard off of the table and flipping through the papers. “Looks like we’ve got the regular scheduling for this evening. As usual, the night shift staffing is lighter than our other shifts, so remember to be vigilant and take action without being told to.”

You tended to tune out the mundane precautions and warnings that were part of a pre-shift briefing. Outside the window, rain pattered against the glass pane. The shower provided a sense of comfort; rain often preceded a night spent inside, wrapped in blankets with a mug of hot tea. Though your current schedule didn’t allow room for such indulgence, you took a small delight in the weather condition.

Historia bumped your knee with her own under the table. You glanced at your friend, slightly alarmed from your daze. She leaned over, attempting to discreetly whisper in your ear. “He looks distracted tonight, hm? Wonder what that’s about.”

Your eyes glanced at Doctor Smith, who was reading through the clipboard with a staccato like urgency. Not wanting to cause any disturbance, you nodded your head in agreement.

“We’ll follow through with our regular assignments. If you don’t know where you’re located this evening, I suggest checking the bulletin in the locker room. As for this meeting, you’re all free to go,” His blue irises scanned the faces of all the employees, searching for confusion or questions to be answered. You averted your gaze, following suit as the rest of the room erupted in moving chairs and shuffling scrubs.

You already knew where you were working for the night; the same place as the last two, over in the geriatrics wing. This night would be the same as the others, not that you were in any place to be upset about that.

“Y/N!” Historia’s voice called you to look over your shoulder, barely out of the conference room. She had a slimy smile on her face; the kind that reeked of favors and avoidance. You felt the need to control your eyebrow from rising in annoyance. “Can I ask you something?”

You exhaled from your nose. “Shoot.”

“I have a patient in room 702 that I was assigned to,” The slightest batting of her mascara slicked lashes, blue irises working their hardest to win you over. You raised your eyebrows, urging her to continue. The other staff shuffled by you, sparing nosy glances. “I was wondering if you could take it? I’ll work in the geriatrics wing tonight for you.”

You had to give it to the tiny woman; for all she was worth, she was great at getting people to do what she wanted. You valued her responsibility and reliability, and she’d proved to be a friendly presence in the workplace. However, that didn’t stop you from seeing the selfish underbelly of her prosperous actions.

“What’s the patient in for?” You humored her. Even if her request was self-fulfilling, you figured might as well use it to your own advantage. Almost anything beat another night in geriatrics changing diapers and administering pill dosages.

“A blood transfusion,” She responded, smiling softly at you. “I’m not very good with bloody things, you know. Easily squeamish.”

You pretended to ponder whether or not to take her up on her offer. It was an easy choice, really. “Yeah, sure. What blood type are they?”

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The stand rattled unpleasantly against the tiled ground as you stopped in front of room 702. The thick bag of blood shook slightly from the sudden stop. How Historia had ever become a nurse when grossed out with the concept of blood, you weren’t sure. It seemed that her sweet disposition often aided her in whatever situation she needed to change for the better. You were an adult woman though, so whatever her motivations might’ve been didn’t concern you.

You gave the cart a once over, making sure all the necessary tools and items were there: a needle, an IV, gauze, those sorts of things. Blood transfusions were a typically fussless procedure; tediously watching the red liquid pump itself into the body.

Your knuckles lightly knocked on the door. “Hello, I’m here to give you your blood transfusion!”

Silence, beating through the empty hallway of the hospital. The lights were dimmed and eerily abandoned. You waited for ten seconds before opening the door to the sleepy room.

The heavy door creaked open, revealing he who was to be given blood. Historia had mentioned he was a John Doe, lying unconscious on the bleached sheets. You turned back to grab your cart, not bothering to be quiet. He’d be awake soon enough, anyway.

As you wheeled it in, your back was to the patient. The cart squeaked and rattled, stopping at the foot of the bed. You turned around, ready to rouse him from his slumber.

Beautiful.

You’d had attractive patients before. Both men and women who floated by life with the easy wings of accurately placed facial features to boost them up. A pretty face often had heat rising to your cheeks, but professionalism stopped you from thinking any further. Natural biological responses couldn’t be helped, after all.

Never had a patient left your lips parting in awe, heart drumming up it’s own beat of excitement in your chest. His face was slim; sharp jawline and a large, broad nose peeking out into the air. Pale cheeks barely dusted by the pink of an almost intangible blush. His eyelashes were long and thick, jutting out against the purple hue of his impossibly dark circles. Hair the color of old driftwood swirled and bunched on his pillow. He had to have been one of the most attractive people you’d ever treated, let alone seen.

What color were his eyes? Were they a dark brown, one to match the nature of his hair color? Or were they green, contrasting his pale skin? You began to feel eager to find out, more excited to know and learn as your gloved hand gripped his broad shoulder. You frowned at the frigid temperature of his skin.

“Excuse me, sir,” You gently shook, trying not to give away the way your body was reacting. There was no place for hormonal displays in your line of work, and despite his undeniable beauty, you were determined to remain professional.

His eyelids snapped open with such a speed you had to compose yourself not to trip backwards. Contrary to what you thought, his irises were a pale, almost sickly greyish blue. They held no gleam; no life behind them. Disturbance washed over your brain, warning bells going off in your mind. He looks slightly… feral?

He jolted upwards, confusion knotted on his once peaceful face. You stumbled backwards slightly, hip clipping on the cart.

“Who are you?” His voice was gravelly, as if it hadn’t been used in quite some time. Blue eyes stared at you with such an uncertainty it made your head spin.

“I’m your nurse, I’m here to give you your blood transfusion,” You gestured towards the cart and stand, a red bag hanging from it like a token of peace. Despite his prickly reaction, you weren’t frightened.

“I feel like I’ve met you before,” He said, eyes squinted. Analyzing you, trying to pick apart your being, yet there you stood before him, a marvel to be held. He briefly glanced to the side; not more than a millisecond were his eyes off you before they were back, filled with unadulterated panic. “Where- where is Historia?”

You frowned, a little perturbed. “She asked to swap-”

“I need you to leave, now.” He growled, voice deep and authoritative. You widened your gaze, taken aback by his demanding request. The sheet fell from around his shoulders, bare chest exposed. Large hands raced to his face, hiding the features you’d once considered beautiful. “Get out of here!”

“Are you alright?” You panicked, stepping closer to the bed. His large form began shaking, knees drawing towards his chest from under the blanket. He appeared to be in pain; like a wounded animal.

“Fuck,” He yelled, breathing becoming labored. There wasn’t time to ponder. Was he having a panic attack? Was he going into shock? Questions didn’t need to be asked, you just knew that you needed to act. “I said leave!”

“No, I need to help you with whatever-” His hand shot off of his face, long, black claws sharpening from his fingers. You became fear stricken, his palm connecting with your chest. It sent you stumbling backwards, tripping over the wire to the heart monitor and slamming into the wall with your back. Tendrils of pain clamored up your spine.

“Close your eyes,” He rose from the bed, both hands dropping from his face. You couldn’t see his eyes, fist clutching your scrubs above your heart. Uncertainty. Terror, facing death like this. A monster stood before you, created by the devil himself. Tall, foreboding, chest heaving. His neck snapped upwards; wide, red eyes piercing into your thinly veiled soul. He spoke something like a garbled beast. “Promise me you’ll close your eyes.”

You didn’t respond. There were no words to be spoken. Between his pink lips glinted a pair of large, sharp incisors. “Promise!”

You reverberated with his words, wincing and shutting your eyes involuntarily. He didn’t want you to watch as he slaughtered you. “I-I promise!”

The loud clamor of metal colliding with the polished floor had you breaking your promise mere seconds after it’d been made.

He stood, illuminated by the fluorescent bulbs like an angel ascending to heaven. The bag, once an object you’d believed to be a healing beacon, clutched between clawed hands. His teeth, bare to the world, puncturing the thick plastic as though it were paper.

His adam’s apple bobbed rhythmically as he swallowed mouthfuls of thick, red blood. It was as if he’d been starved; knees buckling and desperate blood sucking so intense that his legs could no longer support his body weight. He knelt on the once clean floor.

The twine that connected your sense of reality and rationale had been pulled taut – pieces of the frayed string snapping and threatening to drop you into depths unknown. Uncertainty had always been a foreign concept; you’d been given the option to study your circumstance and fully conceptualize it before going head first into a situation.

That’s what had intrigued you about being a nurse; though the job seemed like a bull in a china shop, you’d learned every reason why or how that bull ended up there and what exactly you needed to do to get it out.

You lacked the expertise or even the understanding to handle this particular situation. What studying could’ve been done? Reading horror stories or watching Twilight as a teenager with your friends? Even then, the probability of this happening to you felt like it should’ve been a zero percent chance.

You liked knowing what to do. Thrived on it, actually. This man, tall and dangerous, presented you with no opportunity to know. There was no textbook on how to handle a vampire, as childish as it felt to recognize that that’s what this was.

You’d been so sure. So convinced that there was no possibility of this heinous monster being an actual thing to walk the same crusted earth as you. Yet here he was, dawning the shape of a man and the face of an angel. How could someone so beautiful be so terrifying?

The hospital wall was cold against your back, the distant hammering of an organ that no longer felt placed in your chest rang true against your clenched fist. You felt the chilling call to move, to rise from your place and run. You didn’t know where, but the muscles in your thighs screamed a silent symphony.

He made quick work of the bag, like it was nothing and had never been anything in the first place. Who had donated that blood? They were probably asleep somewhere, lying in a bed and dreaming of a different world. A world where their charitable donation wasn’t being consumed by a devil before your terrified soul.

The red liquid oozed from his lips and dripped onto his barren chest. You hadn’t moved since you’d collided with the wall what felt like an eternity ago. Your ears rung rapidly with the obnoxious blood flow to your overstimulated brain.

Eyes the shade of a blue jay traced from a pair of blood soaked claws up towards your face, following the path of destruction. Though shock and fear reverberated through your every nerve, the softness in his gaze dulled a small part of your terror. He looked guilty, holding his dripping hands in front of his face like he’d just committed murder.

“You promised to close your eyes,” A voice so small, as if he’d known you your whole life and you had just witnessed a character altering situation. Something echoed in the back of his words, something that sounded like resentment. You couldn’t tell if it was directed at your prying eyes or himself.

“I- I didn’t, I mean, I tried not to but,” You were at a loss. A loss for a way to communicate how you were feeling, a loss for sanity in the world. The monster before you scowled, as if scolding a child who’d disobeyed their parent. “What are you?”

He brought his bloody hands to the floor; you noted that the claws were gone. “I figure it’s pretty obvious at this point. Can’t you tell?” He whispered.

“But vampires aren’t-” His steely gaze hardened at your choice of words. “They aren’t real, are they?”

“They are,” He responded, looking at you with such a strong emotion that you shifted uncomfortably against the wall. What was he thinking? Those eyes looked like they were fixed on someone he cared deeply for, not someone he’d met mere minutes ago. “But you weren’t supposed to know that, which is why I asked you not to open your eyes.”

“You started drinking a bag of blood right in front of me!” You whisper-yelled, brows knitting together to display your slight frustration. The wonder and fear still laid active in your chest, but something about him was familiar and comforting, despite his gruesome actions. You couldn’t explain exactly why you knew he would bring you no harm. “Of course I was going to open my eyes. If I’m not supposed to know, why would you do that right in front of me?”

His scowl deepened. “I tried to warn you. I haven’t had any blood in awhile and I lost control of myself.”

“What happens now?” Your question came out smaller than intended, unfamiliarity rising in your abdomen. The thick stench of blood was beginning to make your intestines twist in disgusting unease.

The question sought to strike a chord in the young man’s features; a grim and saddened look swept across his sharp attributes. His hand came up to pinch his temples, unperturbed by the bloody fingerprints left in its wake. “We have to get out of here, and fast. If we don’t, the people who are after me will kill you.”

“Kill me?” The word had a different sense of fear wafting over you; the kind that pricked your eyes with the sensation to shed tears. He looked pained. “I can tell them that I didn’t see anything, I can promise that I never saw you and-”

“It doesn’t work like that,” He snapped, glancing at you with irritation. His harsh tone forced your pleas to die unsaid in your throat. “The people following me aren’t rational. One of them will also be able to tell you’re lying.”

“So then, what am I supposed to do?” You cried, allowing the bottled up and suppressed emotions to spill over the thin wall of resolve that his comforting presence provided. He didn’t flinch but remained in serious tranquility. “I’m supposed to leave here and hit the road with some random man, who is a fucking vampire, and what? Hope for the best?”  

He looked away from you, blood-covered face staring at the hospital bed that he’d once occupied. “It’s my fault you’re stuck in this now. I owe you enough to protect your life as best as I can.”

You were in hysterics. What sort of ultimatum was this? Stay and die or leave and risk dying? Another predicament that couldn’t be solved with the aid of literary education. Resentment was beginning to build in your own chest. Diving into an unexplored depth of the ocean, brimming with creatures and lore that you had never predicted to be real.

“Hey,” You snapped back to reality. The man before you scooted forwards slightly. Though his face was that of a devil, soaked in another’s blood and deathly pale, his movement had your chest tightening in something other than fear. “I won’t let them hurt you. I promise, if you come with me, you’ll be safe until I can get them off our tail. Then I’ll take off and they’ll follow me, leaving you alone.”

Sticky tears trailed down your cheeks, eyes burning. When did you start crying? “How – how can you be so sure? How can I trust you?”

He was on his hands and knees in front of you now, sharp nose half a foot away from your face. Any call to breathe was put on hold, teary eyes widening slightly at his stare. It was soft and open, trusting in the strangest way. His dark hair hung around his face.

“My goal is to rid the world of demons such as myself. That’s why they’re after me, and why they would take your life to guarantee silence. When I’m finished with what I want to accomplish, I will be dead and so will they. I have nothing to gain by hurting you. I promise to keep you alive long enough to see the end of this.”

Your lips parted in awe. The conviction in his tone was that to lead an entire army into battle; to create religions and cult followings. Blessed be the demon who wished to take down his own kind.

You had spent years convincing yourself to trust in what others told you to follow. Self-intuition wasn’t enough to breed a successful nurse; you needed the expertise of studies and procedures done before you. You required the necessary tools that others had used and approved of. Your heart’s certainty had no place in medicine. It had no place in the tried and true.

The man slowly rose one freezing hand towards your face, apprehensively watching for your reaction. You sat unmoving, owl-eyed. His palm caressed your chin, cold thumb swiping the tear from your cheek, smearing blood in its wake. “Find it in your heart to trust me.”

The conviction of his words rang lightning through your veins, mouth speaking without precedented thought. “Okay.”

He rose from his crouched position, offering a red hand to help you up from against the wall. You shook your head. There had been enough blood sharing for the evening, sanitation crossing your mind as you shakily slid along the rough plaster, bracing yourself to display a toughness that you weren’t sure you contained.

The rule of thumb not to trust those whom you don’t know played a soft melody in your heart. Mothers’ warnings and fathers’ lectures. Apparently all you had been told fell upon deaf ears, clouded with the hazy judgement of a life threatening situation. But in circumstances such as these, did the general rule apply? You were left to ponder.

“Hey, wait,” You frowned, a dumbfounded feeling crossing your mind as the man stepped towards the opposite side of the room. He stopped and turned, sharp jaw jutting against his mane. “What even is your name?”

“Oh,” He turned back towards the other side of the room. You didn’t follow. The door was the opposite direction, so whatever business he had over there did not concern you. “It’s Eren. And you?”

You felt a slight heat rise to your cheeks at the confession of his name. It was beautiful, feeling somehow appropriate for his physical appearance. “It’s Y/N.”

“Ah,” He responded, as if he already knew. You scoffed inwardly at his tone, still anxiously pressed against the wall. His blood stained hand rose to the latch on the window, attempting to open it.

“Why are you opening the window?” You questioned, noticing a beep from out in the hallway. The door stood open, allowing passersby to witness the blood on the floor and your cheek, as well as this man called Eren, who appeared straight out of a horror movie.

Closing the wooden door meant deciding with certainty to trust him; to follow him and hope that whatever tales of murderous vampires he’d shared had been truthful. To step away from the knowledge and the comfort of your current life. It implied that no one would see you in there with him and come to your rescue.

They will kill you.

Your hand gently clicked the heavy door into its place.

Turning back to Eren, you noticed his hand wrapped around the latch to the window. He was frozen in place, watching you make your final choice.

“You didn’t answer my question,” You reiterated. Eren turned back towards the glass. His reflection wavered slightly in the shine.

“This is how we’re getting out of here,” Eren responded, pulling the latch and shoving the window open as far as it would go. It stopped at about two inches, for safety reasons.

Disbelief once again danced across your mind, pulling you into what was beginning to feel like a new equilibrium. “If you’re planning to leap out of that window, it only opens that far.”

He ignored you, bringing his bloodied palms up against the glass. It appeared as though he merely shoved it; so light that it shouldn’t have budged. It shouldn’t have moved at all. The heavy window snapped at its industrialized hinges, pummeling down towards the ground below.

He glanced at you from over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised semi-smugly. You gawked back; simultaneously impressed by his strength as well as put off. “Let’s go.”

“I’ll die if I jump from here,” You scoffed, still not moving from your place. Eren stared back emotionlessly. He stepped towards the bed, reaching beneath it and pulling out what appeared to be a black hooded jacket.

He swung it over his shoulders, pulling the hood above his head. “I know. If you ride on my back, you won’t die.”

“Are you always this mundanely serious about fucking supernatural shit like this?” You spat. There was a warmth beginning to settle in your face as well as your core; heated by the idea of being so close to him.

“Yes,” He retorted, walking towards you so quickly you thought your head would start spinning. “No time to waste with your endless questions.”

He reached down, abruptly swooping you up from behind your thighs, effectively gripping you bridal style.

“Eren, put me down. Put me down!” You started squirming as he thundered towards the open window. You hated heights as much as the next person; they were fine in retrospect, but made you dizzy when in close proximity. Eren seemed unbothered by your quiet cries of protest.

“Eren, I swear to god,” You brought your fist to his broad chest. He ignored you, stepping onto the ledge of the window. Against any better judgement you still retained, your eyes glanced towards the drop. Your stomach sank, becoming a heavy boulder in the bottom of your abdomen. “Fuck, put me down!”

He stared down at you. A gaze so tranquil that the rest of the scene seemed to fade away. You became hyper-aware of his bare chest which you were pressed against; that unfamiliar churning in your core spreading towards your limbs.

“Hold still, or I’ll drop you.”

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