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Scene from my client’s fanfiction In this moment, Erwin sits in silence, covered in wounds and grief after his injury. Y/N gently tends to his bandaged arm a quiet act of comfort that slowly breaks through his pain. Amid the sorrow, a small laugh slips out, turning the heaviness into something tender and human. ❤️

Art by me | Story by @ladyjazzmine

[broodingboysimp]

Chapter 1 - Gloss Over Bruises

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

You weren’t supposed to be here. Not in this house, not on this coast, and definitely not under Eren Jaeger’s eyes.

Eren Jaeger x female!reader

Summary: After a sudden move into your estranged father’s newly acquired beachside home, you’re thrust into a world of champagne-soaked parties, whispered secrets, and a friend group that feels too close for comfort. You’re carrying a past you’re desperate to keep buried and wearing a smile you’re still learning how to fake. Then there’s Eren. Sharp-tongued, unreadable, and dangerously magnetic. He sees too much, says too little, and makes you question everything you thought you wanted. What starts as curiosity spirals into something darker, tangled in loyalty, longing, and the kind of silence that cuts deep. In a world of polished smiles and fraying edges, not everything soft survives. Salt always finds its way into silk.

Warnings: angst, underage drinking, abuse, grief/loss, violence, smut, 18+

Author’s Note: omg hey it’s been literally 3+ years since I published a fic… my bad… Anyways, the sudden return of fratboy!Eren on my feed had me dying for some angst. Summer setting obviously to usher in the season! I’m gonna include 5 songs at the beginning of each chapter that set the tone/vibe for that chapter. I like to listen to music while reading so maybe some of you will enjoy that. This fic is going to be super angsty and highkey intense so be forewarned. Hope you all enjoy <3 Maybe I’ll actually finish this fic for once…

Song Suggestions:

Coastline - Hollow Coves

I’m on My Way - Vance Westlake

Highschool Lover - Cayucas

Sea, Swallow Me - Cocteau Twins & Harold Budd

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

The house felt too big. Too empty. Even with the ocean breeze flowing through the wide-open windows, it lacked the warmth that should’ve filled it—something that could make it feel like home. But it wasn’t home. Not to you. Not yet, anyway.

It was your mother’s inheritance that had bought this place, something she would’ve hated. A grand beach house. You had grown up well off, but your mother never flaunted it. She made sure bills were paid, your house was well kept, and that she had put enough away to cover your college tuition. She would’ve hated the large, marble encompassed windows that showed a view of the pool, desk, and beach access. It was gaudy, loud. And now, it was just a reminder of all the things lost—your mother, your life before everything changed. Your father had been thrilled when he bought it, having begged your mom for years to make the investment. You? You couldn’t help but feel like a stranger in it. A stranger to the house, to your life, to your family. You wished your college dorms were open year round, but with spring semester coming to an end you found yourself with nowhere to go but home. Well, here. 

You stepped outside, the salty air almost suffocating in its richness, but you couldn’t ignore it. It was the kind of air you could taste, thick with the ocean’s salt. You followed the stone path down toward the beach, the sand soft underfoot as you walked closer to the shoreline.

There was a group of people ahead, spread across the beach, laughing and enjoying the warm afternoon. From a distance, you could make out the shapes of girls lounging, their bodies stretched out on towels, their laughter punctuating the rhythmic sound of the waves. They wore bright colors, sipping drinks, their carefree energy contagious even from far away. You could tell they had not a care in the world, and you envied that feeling.

A few guys were tossing a football between them, and you couldn’t help but watch them for a moment. There was something easy about the way they moved. They were athletic, confident, happy. One of them had blonde hair, his body lean but toned, making quick, graceful movements to catch the ball. Another had darker hair, shorter, with a kind of reserved energy to him, eyes scanning the horizon as if deep in thought. A third had a smile that could charm anyone, his laughter filling the space around him as he joked with the others.

But as your eyes moved past the others, they landed on him.

He was tall, his tan skin almost glowing in the sun, muscles defined and sculpted. There was something about the way he moved, fluid and effortless, but also like he carried some kind of weight. His dark hair caught the light as he threw the football, and his eyes, when they met yours for a split second, were intense, as if he could see right through you.

You quickly looked away, trying not to make it obvious that he’d caught your attention. You had no reason to focus on him, or anyone for that matter. You didn’t belong here, not really. But the pull, that subtle feeling, wouldn’t fade as you walked along the edge of the beach.

You were just about to turn back toward the house when something came flying through the air. A football slammed into the sand inches from your foot, sending up a puff that hit your ankles. You jumped back instinctively, caught off guard.

“Oh, shit,” came a voice, low and a little amused.

You looked up, and there he was. The same guy who’d caught your attention from afar, jogging toward you with an easy stride. His hair was messy from the wind, sun catching on the sharp lines of his jaw. He didn’t look sorry in the slightest.

“My bad,” he said, picking up the football. His voice was smooth, a little rough around the edges. “Didn’t mean to almost take your head off.”

You gave him a wry look, brushing sand off your legs. “No worries. I’ll consider it a beachside welcome.”

That made him smile, just a little. He twirled the football in his hands. “You new around here?”

You gestured vaguely behind you. “Yeah. Just moved in. That house up there.”

He paused, like he registered something in that sentence. The way you said it. His smile faltered just for a second, his jaw tightening subtly before he masked it with a shrug.

“Huh. Nice place.”

You weren’t sure if he meant it or not.

“I’m Eren, by the way,” he added, holding the football loosely at his hip.

“(Y/N),” you offered confidently in return.

For a second, it was just the two of you, the sound of waves crashing behind you and the smell of salt in the air.

But then the rest of them started approaching. The same group from earlier. The guys and girls now circling around, curious and easygoing. Someone with long blonde hair gave you a bright, almost dazzling smile. Another girl with jet-black hair looked you over carefully, saying nothing at first.

“Who’s this?” one of the guys asked, a grin tugging at his lips. He was tall and undeniably attractive, with sharp cheekbones, confident posture, and warm brown eyes that flicked over you with curiosity.

“She just moved in,” Eren explained simply, gesturing to the previously vacant house. He tossed the football to one of them without looking away from you. “With her dad.”

Again, that strange edge to his voice when he said that. No one else seemed to notice, but you did.

“Oh my God, we’ve been watching that house all summer wondering if anyone was moving in!” said one of the girls. She had brown hair and sun-kissed skin, already eyeing you like she’d claimed you as a new best friend. “I’m Sasha, by the way. You have to come to the bonfire tonight. It’s kind of a big deal. It’s Eren’s ‘first night of summer’ thing. Total tradition.”

Your mouth opened slightly, the sudden attention making your heart race. They were all looking at you now. Friendly, sure, but curious. Like you were some exotic animal that had wandered onto their turf. You tried to smile, but your voice came out soft.

“Oh, um… I don’t want to intrude…”

Sasha waved you off with a dramatic eye roll. “Intrude? Please. We practically live for new faces.”

The tall boy throws an arm casually around Sasha, his grin returning. “Yeah, don’t make us beg. It’s just a bonfire. Drinks, music, sand. You’ll regret it if you don’t come.”

You hesitated, glancing between the expectant faces and the sky behind them turning gold with sunset. Your legs still felt like jelly.

“Okay,” you said finally. “Sure. Sounds… fun.”

Sasha clapped her hands. “Yesss! We never get new people. Especially girls. It’s usually just us,” she gestured between herself, the black-haired girl, and another blonde, “surviving testosterone hell.”

The group laughed, the mood light, but Eren was still watching you. Not in a creepy way—more like he could sense the tiny flicker of panic you were trying to hide behind your cool, collected mask.

“No pressure,” he said softly, barely loud enough for even you to hear. His eyes were steady on yours. “If you don’t wanna come, no big deal.”

You held his gaze for a moment. There was something calming in it.

“No, I want to,” you said. And for the first time all day, it was true.

By this point, the girls were already talking about what they should wear, who brings the best drinks, and how you had to try roasted marshmallows their way. As they pulled you into their orbit, chattering around you, you glanced back at Eren.

He wasn’t smiling this time. Just watching you with a strange softness in his eyes, like he already saw something in you that no one else did.

And even though your world still felt like it had been ripped out from under you… for the first time in a long time, you weren’t completely alone.

—

The bonfire was massive.

You could see it from the moment you stepped onto the beach. Orange flames licking up into the night sky, casting shadows across the sand, music thumping from a speaker someone had rigged up nearby. It wasn’t just the friend group anymore. There were dozens of people now, some sitting on faded blankets, others dancing barefoot, red cups in hand. The smell of salt and smoke filled the air, blending with the distant laughter and the sound of waves in the distance.

“Now this is how you do summer,” Sasha said beside you, pressing a drink into your hand. Her grin was infectious.

You sipped something sweet and deceptively strong, letting it burn a little on the way down. You had taken a while to pick your outfit for tonight, wanting to make a good impression. You decided on a cropped tank and a flowing skirt that caught the breeze just right. Judging by the amount of eyes on you, it had the intended effect.

You stuck close to Sasha at first, who introduced you to Connie, the two of them effortlessly dragging you into their orbit of jokes and gossip. The blonde boy from earlier introduced himself as Armin, warm and welcoming, his presence more calming than chaotic. The three of them made you feel less like a stranger here already.

People asked questions, of course. About where you were from, how you ended up here. You gave vague answers. Half-truths. Most people didn’t notice. You’d gotten good at that, keeping things on the surface.

Someone did notice, though.

“Pretty and mysterious,” the tall boy from earlier said with a lopsided grin, leaning a little too close. He smelled faintly of liquor. “Gotta say, that’s a dangerous combo.”

You didn’t flinch, just tilted your head with a smirk. “Dangerous usually means stay away, you know. Or do you make a habit of ignoring warning signs?”

He raised a curious eyebrow, not expecting your confidence.

“Also,” you added coolly, “if you’re going to flirt with me, you could at least tell me your name.”

The boy blinked, then let out a short laugh. “Touché.” He offered his hand, still smiling but with a new glint of respect. “Jean. Jean Kirstein.”

You took his hand, offering a wicked smile in return. You didn’t mind his attention. In fact, you kind of liked it. The way his eyes lingered, the way the other guys watched you when you walked by. It gave you something to hold onto. Control. Power. Confidence.

Still, none of it mattered as much as the fact that he hadn’t come over to you yet.

Eren sat near the fire, his elbows resting on his knees, head tilted slightly as he listened to Reiner and Bertholdt argue about something stupid. His silhouette glowed in the firelight. Jaw sharp, hair a little damp from an earlier swim. He hadn’t even taken off his shirt until just before the sun dipped below the horizon, but when he did, the ripple it caused was undeniable. He was fit, lean, and sun-kissed, and every girl within a 5 mile radius noticed. 

But he hadn’t noticed you, hadn’t even glanced in your direction. Not really. 

Except he had.

You caught him a few times. When Jean got a little too close. When you laughed too hard at something Armin said. His eyes would flicker toward you for just a second before darting away, pretending he hadn’t been watching. But you saw it. Felt it.

And still, he said nothing.

You were surrounded by people, the night buzzing with music and movement and heat. But your attention was always slightly off-center, pulled toward him like a magnet. Even from across the firelight, you could feel the weight of his gaze every time it landed on you.

And god, you wished he would just say something. Anything. Because all the boys at the bonfire could flirt with you, praise you, want you, and they did.

But it didn’t feel like enough. You didn’t feel satisfied. 

Not if Eren kept watching you from across the fire like he already knew you were going to ruin him.

Eventually, the night began to blur. The fire burned lower, the crowd thinned, and the cool breeze rolling off the ocean began to cut through the warmth of the alcohol in your veins. You weren’t drunk, not really. But you felt loose, a little foggy. And tired. God, so tired. You hadn’t realized how much the travel had worn you down until the adrenaline faded and the weight of the day returned. New house, new town, new faces.

Too many eyes. Too many questions.

You found Sasha on a blanket, cross-legged with a half-empty drink in one hand and her phone in the other. She looked up when you approached.

“You heading out?” she asked, already pouting like she might convince you to stay longer. You nodded. “Yeah. I’m beat. Still recovering from the move.”

“Totally fair.” She stood and wrapped you in a quick hug that felt surprisingly sincere. “You better come out again though. No disappearing.”

You smiled. “I’ll try.”

“Not good enough.” Sasha shoved her phone into your hand. “Put your number in. I’m making sure I can harass you directly now.”

You laughed, obliging. She grinned as you handed it back, and with a playful wave, you turned to go.

You didn’t say goodbye to anyone else, didn’t want to make a big deal out of leaving, not that anyone else would even care. But you glanced toward the fire as you passed, just a glance, and you caught him looking again.

Eren.

Still seated near the flames, still quiet. But this time, he didn’t look away. Not right away. 

You held the stare for a breath longer than was polite, then offered the faintest nod before breaking it off.

You didn’t know him. Not yet. And he certainly didn’t know you. But something about him pulled at you. Curious. Intrigued. Like you were standing at the edge of something you didn’t understand yet.

No words were exchanged. No real moment to cling to. But still, something?

And that was enough to carry you up the beach and back toward the house you still didn’t think of as home.

[aot-reinerhead]

my thoughts every damn time erwin breathed

[inesbarrosart]

Hey guys!! More Attack on Titan fanart haha. I call this one "Shiganshina Kids" 😍 Which character/s from AOT would you like me to draw next?? 😏😏😏

[aiyinyinnart]

I have to sketch them.. so cute together!!! ಥ‿ಥ 💖💖💖💗💖💗

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[elssha9]

Chance [Levi Ackerman x OC]

reincarnated oc jumped through the aot timeline. how chaotic is that?

Chapter 1: Turning Point

「June 29, 20XX」

Hospital Room no. 42

HER LIFE IS UNEVENTFUL. Well except for the fact that she literally is living all her years in the 42nd room of the Hospital. Truth is, saying its name alone does not ring a bell on any nurses but rather it was called "Val's hideout" ever since, and no one questions it even the new attendees.

You might think that it can be boring – not having the privilege of going outside without any precautions – but her life was seemingly okay, at least that's what she is believing.

But, thanks to her loved ones, she managed it all, and let me tell you, having CF is hard but it gets harder if there's no one around. So, she loved her family and her friend, Ruth, a whole lot more than her weird obsession with the sea and that's explaining more to the story.

Being cooped up in a shell makes it more tempting to go past it, all along in the favor of curiosity.

That's right, Valentia Renee is the most stubborn and curious person that Ruth has ever met. This obsession of her roots up in her late-night Youtube session that somehow got spiraled down from watching Disney to watching the Sea (Literally!). T'was led to her being grounded (which makes no sense at all!), and the new profound hobby that was carried on till her teenage years.

      It was a typical afternoon for Valentia. Her treatments have been good to her and her disease as well; a total week of rest every day does wonders to her emotions too!

Her mood has been all up the roof and no more silent treatment to her favorite nurses all the time. It was then Ruth came by to her hideout surprisingly since all she ever did was not text her back the moment she stepped onto the sand.

You heard it right, Ruth came from a long week of vacation from a tropical country and was blessed to have stepped foot to the image of what Valentia dreamed of going to–the beach.

       Hope and Valentia had a love-and-hate relationship. Sometimes, whenever she is in the middle of a new treatment and her body does not respond to it, her thoughts begin to drift off to the once hope she held on to.

She felt betrayed.

Hope was not there to save her let alone her body as well. This made her feel how hope is not within her reach even though she wished it to be.

A butterfly that only graced her fingertips just for a moment and left without turning back, yet she kept looking for its beautiful wings only to be greeted by the white cold snowy winter under her fingertips.

However, despite all of that a teenage heart is still a teenage heart, believing that hope is just around the corner waiting to be graced by a once believer.

      "You invited who?" She questioned.

      "Justin, duh. He was the one that I'm seeing these past weeks!"

Well, expect for the fact that Valentia didn't actually care about that guy, but is happy for her nonetheless. Ruth just came out of a toxic relationship that she did not inform Valentia all about. All she knows is that the guy is crying about something that damaged his pride.

      "So, Justin and I were totally seeing eye to eye. It was like match-made from heaven! He was so hands-on and has been polite to me ever since. Also, he asks for consent and knows where to stop if I want to. That's basic decency but almost all of the guys don't know that!"

      "So, you've been seeing him for weeks, and you're basically telling me that he's the one?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I am telling you."

"Uh-huh. But I'm for sure skeptical in that sense, girl. Considering that you only met him for like the weekends or something, try to see or observe him. I don't know if this is true, but men can be manipulative when they want to, however they can't manipulate their reaction under pressure."

Valentia lectured her best friend. Relationships can be hard to find these days and for Ruth, she, unfortunately, stumbled on a rather toxic relationship before which gave her anxiety, and low self-esteem.

       "OK. I'll keep that in mind and maybe I am rushing things. Who knows he's faking it to throw me off a bus."

      "So, moving past that, tell me how's the beach?"

They talked for god knows how long, but were politely cut off by a knock from the door. Valentia signaled the person to come in and eventually stood to them was her favorite doctor, Dr. Michelle.

      "Oh, hey Mich! Ruth was just talking about her late-night escapades as a minor going for a par–" A hand was suddenly slapped to her mouth painfully,

"Hey Dr. Mich, don't mind her, she's just covering her undying love on a dead corpse."

      "NO, I said Michael Afton is just misunderstood!"

      "That's the same thing!" Michelle just laughed at them and checked my vitals for the day.

While doing so, Ruth felt a vibrate on her pocket and was then occupied the small couch to the corner and decided to check her phone as it was constantly buzzing off.

      "Are your parents coming here today?" Asked Dr. Michelle.

Dr. Michelle looked at her and was relieved that her body is doing great at adapting to the new treatment that she was doing for the past month.

      "Yeah. They said they're going to be here in an hour. Why?" She mumbled something about waiting or some sort, Valentia gave her a confused look as she talked to herself. This also made Ruth stop checking her phone and look at the Doctor as well.

      She sighed, looking at Ruth and Valentia, "Great news, Val. There's a lung donor that has the same blood type as yours." She smiled at them, making Valentia gasp, looking at her favorite doctor as if she was joking for a moment.

      A donor? A lung donor?

      New lungs?

      Her mouth fell agape at her the moment she heard the news. Ruth's phone fell to the floor as she was also shocked at the news.

      "You're kidding." Stage One. Denial.

      "No, I am Michelle."

      "Is this a dream?"

      "Stop. I know that my looks are so dreamy to look at," Dr. Michelle teased.

      "Wow. You're really shameless for an adult." Valentia jokingly said but after that, there goes her tears flooding.

Ruth eventually soothed her best friend and made a promise to go to the beach once she recovered. Dr. Michelle held her hand soothingly and was also seen holding back her tears as her long-time patient gets the surgery that she deserves.

      This is it. This is her new hope and was seemingly within her reach.

      Hope for her new life.

      After 18 years of her existence, Valentia always believes that she will finally have the chance to start over and do things that she can't do due to her conditions. With the sudden news, She can now have the chance to be with her parents and reside in her home.

      She can now be free and see the ocean for the first time in her life.

      Valentia lunged forward and hugged her favorite doctor. "Thank you so much," She sputtered and cried on Dr. Michelle's chest as she calmly circled her back.

"This is it, Val. You've waited long enough. You deserve a new beginning," She desperately clung to her and felt another pair of arms hugging them.

      "You can now finally see the ocean, Val! I'm so happy for you," Ruth sniffed and smiled. Finally, her best friend gets to experience new things and will surely enjoy the atmosphere outside these walls.

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

      It's been a month since the new lungs were recommended for Valentia. Along with this, she has seen many doctors who evaluated her to check if she was a good candidate for this major operation that'll surely make her life change.

Fortunately, the tissues are almost the same as hers making the surgery less complicated as it is. And here she was, in a hospital gown waiting for over 6 hours. Calming her senses and hoping for her fast recovery.

      And once this is over, She hopes she can pull off her promises for them...

       The team then gave Valentia the anesthesia, assuring her as well that it'll be quick over time. She didn't respond to them clearly as her body is now taking the effect of the anesthesia that they gave to her.

She looked at the door tiredly. Her parents are on the other side of the door, waiting for her surgery to be successful and with no complications.

      Finally, she readied herself and hoped for the best. She felt her eyelids become heavier every second. She felt comfortable in the cold room, looking up at the ceiling, and with the last thought she had in mind,

      She hopes that the surgery is successful and soon she will travel the world with her parents and Ruth.

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

      "Can I hold her, Dr. Ashley?"

      "You have a very lovely daughter, Mrs. Grathia."

       "She looks stunning, dear"

      "Doctor, can I see my sister?"

       'Oh man, My head hurts. Huh? Who and what were they talking about? I don't know what language they're using...' She thought, utterly confused about what was going on.

      'Is my surgery successful?'

      Then, an unexpected thing happened. She found herself crying as if it's like her nature to cry the moment she regained her senses.

After her cries now came to a halt, Valentia opened her eyes and saw three people looking at her. She felt arms wrapped around her tiny body, looking at her stunning dark-brown eyes.

"Her beauty is so unordinary," The ebony-haired woman sobbed as she looked at her partner. Her partner then approached her and looked at Valentia.

      "She had your eyes, dear, " His forest-green eyes stared at her with fondness.

      'What? I can't understand them... Are they talking German or Japanese?'

      In instinct, she tried to reach his hands but stopped as she realized that she seemingly have tiny hands,

      "I want to see her too, Dad!"

      'What? Does that mean I'm a baby?! I didn't know that surgeries can turn patients into babies?!'

      'What is happening?!'

「August 25, 826」

Estipona's residence

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