SNKxReader

Summary: Set within an AU where the reader is a survivor of the Quinta district--one of the districts on wall Maria that was left abandoned after its fall--and Eren has been in his titan form for so many years after going AWOL that he's almost forgotten how to be human, but decides to act as the reader's guardian after finding them. Each chapter stands on its own about the adventures, trials and challenges for this duo, and do not inherently need to be read in a particular order. You can read the entire series on AO3 here! | Follow my Attack on Titan writing blog on tumblr - The rain hasn't let up for hours. It's annoying, but there's very little that you can do to shield yourself from the cold drops that manage to collect through the saturated canvas above your head and fall as if in spite alone for you to dare challenge mother nature. Still, at least you're not wholly unprotected by the downpour, and of course the thick canopy even farther above your head does something to shield

“Eren, what am I supposed to do?” “Relax, Armin. (F/N) will forgive you after a while.” Armin bit his fingernails, his nerves working up a fit. “It’s different this time. She’s going to leave me. I can feel it in my bones.” A rattling sigh drifted down the line. Armin clutched the phone to his ear like a lifeline. “I know she loves those over-the-top apologies in romance dramas. Is there anything that you and Mikasa watched that can help me?” Eren hummed in thought. “There was this one ridiculous scene I watched recently.” “What is it? What did they do?” “The guy wanted to apologize for being a loud jerk. So he invited her over for dinner and threw petals all along the way from the entrance to where he was. There was some freaking balloon arch where he stood. Oh, and candles. So many candles on the floor and on the table.” “Candles,” Armin murmured. “I can do that.” “Yeah, maybe that will work.” “Okay, I’ll do it. It’s worth a shot.” Armin sucked in a long breath. “Thanks

There were hands roaming your figure, appreciating every curve and crease. There were lips moulded with yours, a few nibbles here and there as tongues danced to a silent melody. There were soft, loving whispers exchanged and two different pairs of eyes glistening in the candlelit corridor, glinting with so much adoration. It was these times of the night that the both of you would cherish, when no one was around, when all worries of the world dissipated, when you could embrace and love one another. No one was there to disturb you, and you just hoped nobody would be there to scold you for being out of your rooms this late. "We should go back to our rooms," the taller male told you quietly, forehead resting upon yours. "Just... Can we just stay like this for a few more minutes? Please," you responded in the same timbre as him. "Of course, princess." A smile snuck onto your lips when you stepped closer to him for a hug, and he gladly accepted, holding you tight as he left small kisses