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The scent of simmering herbs and fresh bread filled the kitchen as Maeve stood over the stove, carefully stirring a pot of stew. The midday air was thick and humid, the sky outside darkening with heavy clouds. The sun had disappeared behind a looming storm, and the wind had picked up, rustling the trees and making the wooden shutters rattle.

Maeve cast a glance toward the window. The rain was coming. She sighed, focusing back on lunch. She had gotten used to eating alone, but today was different. Today, she had company.

She wasn't sure why that made her feel... warm.

A quiet presence near the doorway made her glance up. Kruger stood there, his posture relaxed but his gaze slightly distant. He hadn't spoken much since they finished tending to the animals, but he had helped carry in the eggs and fresh vegetables without needing to be asked.

"Smells good," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the distant rumble of thunder.

"Hope you're not expecting another feast like breakfast."

"I'll take what I can get," he replied, his tone neutral, but she could tell he meant it.

She stirred the pot once more before setting the wooden spoon aside. "Should be ready soon. Might want to—"

A sudden crack of thunder interrupted her, followed by the sound of heavy raindrops hitting the roof. Within seconds, the rain turned into a downpour, hammering against the house with relentless force. Maeve frowned, stepping closer to the window to get a better look outside. The fields were already turning into a misty blur, and the dirt paths quickly became thick with mud.

She turned back to Kruger, who was watching the rain in silence.

"You should stay until the storm passes," she said without hesitation. He didn't respond immediately. His hands clenched slightly at his sides, as if weighing the idea.

"I don't want to impose."

"You helped me this morning, so I'd say you earned at least one more meal. Besides," she added, rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "I'm not going to throw you out into this."

Kruger exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck before nodding. "...Alright."

She turned back to the stove, but before she could grab the bowls, a sudden loud bang echoed from outside. Kruger reacted instantly. Before she could process what was happening, he was already moving.

"Wait—!" she called, but he was already at the door, shoving it open despite the pouring rain.

Maeve hurried after him, stopping just beneath the doorway as the cold wind and rain lashed against her face. Through the downpour, she saw him sprinting toward the animal sheds.

Her heart clenched. What is he doing?

She squinted, trying to see through the storm. Then she saw it, one of the sheds, the one where Betty and Benok usually stayed, had partially collapsed. The wooden roof had caved in, leaving broken planks scattered across the ground. Underneath another smaller shed, the two farm dogs huddled together, whimpering as the rain drenched them. Kruger skidded to a stop in front of them, barely hesitating before kneeling down. He didn't even care that he was getting soaked, his focus was entirely on the dogs.

"Come on, inside."

Betty hesitated, ears flat, but Benok slowly crept forward. Kruger reached out, placing a hand on the black Labrador's head before motioning again.

Maeve clenched her fists. Idiot.

Ignoring the rain, she ran back inside and grabbed a stack of towels, her heart pounding. When the door swung open again, Kruger stepped inside, drenched from head to toe. Betty and Benok were at his heels, shaking the water from their fur. Maeve barely registered the mess, her gaze immediately snapped to Kruger. His cloak was soaked through, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from the tips. He looked like a mess.

"You—!" she started, but then sighed, shaking her head. No use scolding him now. Instead, she shoved a towel into his hands.

"Dry off," she ordered before crouching down beside the dogs.

She wrapped another towel around Betty, rubbing her fur briskly to get the water out. Benok whined softly as Kruger took a towel and started drying him off, his movements a little awkward but surprisingly gentle. They worked in silence, focused on the dogs rather than each other.

Once Benok was mostly dry, Kruger set the towel aside, shaking out his wet sleeves. Maeve hesitated before standing, grabbing another towel, and stepping toward him. He looked up, slightly confused.

"Your hair," she said simply, holding up the towel. Kruger tensed as if the thought of someone else touching him was unfamiliar.

"I can do it myself," he muttered.

"Yeah, and you'll just make it worse. Just hold still."

He exhaled through his nose but didn't protest further. She carefully ran the towel through his hair, drying the soaked strands as best she could. It was surprisingly soft, despite how unruly it looked when dry. The room was quiet, the only sounds being the rain outside and the occasional shifting of the dogs. Maeve focused on her task, but she was acutely aware of how close she was to him, the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers, the slight rise and fall of his breath. When she finally pulled away, she quickly tossed the towel aside.

"Done," she said, trying to sound casual.

Kruger didn't say anything, but she noticed the way his fingers flexed slightly, as if he wasn't sure what to do with himself. The air between them felt strangely heavy. Maeve turned away first.

"You should change," she said, motioning toward the dry clothes she had already set aside. "They belonged to my father. Should fit you well enough."

Kruger nodded, picking up the clothes without a word before disappearing into the other room.

Maeve let out a slow breath. What was that?

—

Dinner was quiet. The rain continued outside, a steady rhythm against the windows. They ate in near silence, only occasionally exchanging a few words.

"You always eat this quiet?" Maeve finally asked, breaking the stillness.

"I don't talk much."

Maeve snorted. "No kidding."

He didn't react, just continued eating. She sighed, tapping her fingers against the table. The awkwardness from earlier hadn't completely faded.

She glanced at him again. For someone carrying so much weight, he looked oddly at ease here. Maybe just for tonight. After finishing, they both turned in for the night. Kruger settled back on the couch, wrapped in the blankets she had given him. Maeve lingered near the stairs, hesitating before speaking.

"...Good night, Kruger."

He was quiet for a moment before murmuring, "Good night, Maeve."

She swallowed, then nodded before heading upstairs.

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The rhythmic drumming of rain against the roof was the first thing Maeve noticed as she stirred awake. The storm hadn't passed, it was still going strong. A cold breeze seeped through the cracks of the old house, making her pull the blanket tighter around herself before she finally sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She sighed, glancing out the window. The sky was a dull gray, thick with heavy clouds. It seemed like today would be another long, wet day. With a stretch, she got out of bed and made her way downstairs, her bare feet padding against the wooden floor. The scent of damp earth lingered in the air, mixed with the faint remnants of last night's stew.

As she stepped into the living room, she froze. There, curled up on the couch, was Kruger, still asleep. But what caught her off guard was the sight of Betty and Benok nestled up beside him. Her two dogs, the same ones who barely gave strangers the time of day, were sleeping soundly next to him. Benok's large head rested against Kruger's leg, while Betty had curled up near his feet. Their bodies rose and fell with peaceful breaths, the occasional twitch of an ear the only sign that they were awake enough to sense her presence.

Unfair.

The last time the dogs had curled up next to her like that had been years ago. Now, here was this stranger, this quiet, mysterious man, who had somehow won them over in just a day. She huffed softly to herself, shaking her head before stepping into the kitchen. If she thought about it too much, she'd get annoyed. Instead, she focused on breakfast.

The sound of clinking dishes must have woken him, because a few minutes later, she heard the couch creak. When she turned, Kruger was sitting up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair was a mess, still slightly damp from the night before, and his usual sharp expression was softened by grogginess. Maeve had to admit, he was unfairly good-looking, especially in the golden glow of the morning light.

He blinked, looking at her. "Morning."

"Morning, hungry?"

He nodded, pushing himself up. "I'll help."

"You don't have to—"

But he was already walking over, rolling up his sleeves. Maeve sighed, deciding not to argue. If he wanted to help, fine. They worked side by side, the soft crackling of the fire and the steady patter of rain filling the silence between them. At some point, Kruger took over flipping the eggs while Maeve prepared the bread and butter.

"You cook?"

"A little," he replied simply.

"You don't seem like the type."

He didn't answer right away. Then, quietly, he said, "I had to learn."

She paused for a beat, then nodded. "I get that."

They finished breakfast soon after, eating in comfortable silence. Despite the rain, the animals still needed to be taken care of. Maeve grabbed a thick coat and handed Kruger another.

"Come on," she said. "We can't let them starve."

The rain had softened the ground, turning it into thick mud. The farm felt even quieter than usual, with most of the animals huddling together for warmth. Maeve worked on feeding the sheep first, making sure each one got their fair share of food. Kruger was helping near the cattle when a sudden movement caught her attention.

Daisy (the bossy one) had decided she wanted more food. She let out a loud bleat before charging forward, straight toward Maeve.

"Wait, Daisy—!"

Before Maeve could react, the sheep barreled into her side, knocking her off balance. She stumbled backwards, and collided into something solid. Strong hands caught her just before she hit the muddy ground. For a moment, everything was still. Maeve looked up, her breath caught in her throat. Kruger had one arm firmly around her waist, the other gripping her shoulder to keep her steady. His face was inches from hers, drops of rain clinging to his dark lashes. His usual cool expression faltered slightly, his lips parted as if he wasn't sure what to say.

The rain blurred everything else, the farm, the animals, the world. All she could focus on was the feel of his hands against her, the warmth of his body despite the cold. Neither of them moved. Maeve swallowed, her pulse quickening. Then, Kruger cleared his throat and slowly released her.

"You alright?"

Maeve quickly took a step back, brushing herself off. "Y-Yeah. Thanks."

Kruger nodded, saying nothing else. They both silently agreed to move past it, returning to their tasks as if nothing had happened. A little while later, as they finished tending to the animals, Maeve decided to break the silence.

"So," she started, "where did you live before this?"

"Shiganshina."

Maeve raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He nodded.

"I thought you were from... you know, another country."

Kruger didn't react, simply continuing his work. "No. I was born in Shiganshina."

Maeve studied him for a moment. He wasn't lying, but there was something else beneath his words—something distant, as if Shiganshina wasn't just a place he had lived, but something more.

"What was it like?" she asked. He was quiet for a while before answering.

"It was home," he said simply. There was a weight to those words.

She thought about pressing further, but instead, she asked, "What about your parents?"

Kruger's hands stilled. Maeve immediately regretted the question. For the first time since she met him, his expression changed—just slightly. His jaw tensed, his fingers curling subtly.

"They're dead," he said, his voice lower than before.

Maeve's heart sank. "Oh... I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

His response was quick, clipped. Final. She recognized that tone. It was the kind of tone that said I don't want to talk about it. So she didn't. Instead, she nodded, keeping her thoughts to herself. The rest of their work was done in silence. Not uncomfortable—just quiet. And for some reason, Maeve found herself watching him more closely. Wondering just how much he had lost.

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001

The night air was crisp and still, the sky a deep expanse of stars stretching over the quiet farmland. Maeve moved through the dim light of her lantern, checking on her animals before heading inside. She wrapped her wool shawl tighter around her shoulders as she stepped into the barn, inhaling the familiar scents of hay and earth.

"All good?" she murmured to herself as she glanced over the cows and the small flock of sheep. They were calm, settled for the night.

She was about to leave when she heard a rustle near the wooden fence just beyond the barn. Her breath hitched. Coyotes? No, it was too steady. Footsteps. Slowly, she turned toward the sound, her hand tightening around the lantern handle. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, stepping cautiously onto her property.

"Hey."

A man called out, his voice rough but not threatening. Maeve stiffened, heart pounding. A stranger at this hour?

"Who are you?" she demanded, her other hand instinctively moving toward the small knife tucked into her apron.

"I'm just passing through."

The lantern's glow revealed him. A tall figure, wrapped in a worn-out cloak, hood pulled over his face. Despite his ragged appearance, something about him felt... heavy. Not just physically, but in the way he carried himself, as if an unseen weight pressed upon him.

"I was hoping I could stay the night, I don't have anywhere else to go."

She hesitated. The world had changed in ways no one truly understood. There were no more distant nations, no merchants from faraway lands, no letters from beyond the sea. The only people left were those on this island. But the aftermath of it all still lingered. The government was hunting someone, someone responsible for the world's end.

"You're not from around here," she said cautiously.

"No."

That much was obvious. His accent wasn't like the local farmers, and she could see a sharpness in his tired eyes, something old and deep. He looked exhausted, but not weak. If anything, he seemed like a man who had survived too much. Maeve glanced toward her house. She wasn't in the habit of taking in strangers. However, it was late, and despite her fear, something told her he wasn't dangerous.

"...Just for the night," she said finally. It wouldn't hurt to let him stay for the night, right?

The man nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

"Thank you," he said. "My name's Kruger."

Maeve watched him carefully. A name, but not necessarily the truth. Still, she didn't press.

"I'm Maeve," she said. "Come on."

She led him inside, her mind racing with questions she didn't dare ask yet. Inside, the warmth of the fireplace cast a golden glow over the modest home. The wooden walls creaked faintly as the wind brushed against them, and the scent of stew still lingered from earlier.

"Sit, you look half-starved," Maeve said, gesturing to the table.

Kruger, or whoever he really was, didn't argue. He pulled off his cloak, revealing a lean but muscular build, his clothes worn from travel. His dark hair was unkempt, strands falling into tired but alert eyes.

Maeve busied herself in the kitchen, ladling leftover stew into a bowl. She wasn't sure why she was doing this, why she was trusting him at all, but something in her gut told her she wouldn't regret it. When she placed the bowl in front of him, she expected him to eat quietly, maybe politely. Instead, he devoured it. She blinked as he tore through the stew like a man who hadn't eaten in days. Spoons clinking against the bowl, the sound of hurried bites filling the small home.

"You want more?" she asked. He looked up, looking surprised, perhaps at himself, perhaps at her offer. He hesitated, then gave a small nod. She fetched another serving, placing it in front of him without a word.

"You live here alone?" He asked between bites. She sat across from him, resting her elbows on the table.

"Yeah. My parents passed a while ago. This farm was theirs." He didn't respond right away, just nodded slowly, chewing thoughtfully.

"You always take in strangers?"

"No, but you didn't seem dangerous." A dry, almost bitter chuckle left him.

"You shouldn't assume things like that."

"Maybe not," Maeve said, watching him. "But if you wanted to hurt me, you could have done it already."

Kruger didn't answer. He just focused on his meal, finishing every last bite.

"I don't have a guest room, but you can take the couch."

"That's fine."

She grabbed some blankets and a pillow from a small chest, setting them on the couch before stepping back. "House gets cold at night. That should be enough."

Kruger sat down, running a hand through his messy hair. His eyes flickered to the fire, then back to her.

"Thank you, Maeve."

She studied him for a moment longer before nodding. "Good night, Kruger."

As she climbed the stairs to her room, she couldn't shake the strange feeling settling in her chest. She didn't know who this man was. But something told her he carried more than just a weary body—he carried ghosts.

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The golden rays of morning sunlight streamed through the wooden shutters of Maeve's bedroom, casting a soft glow across the modest space. The chirping of birds outside signaled the start of another day, and as usual, she was awake before the sun had fully risen.

She stretched, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before glancing toward the small clock on the table. It was still early, but there was much to do. Slipping out of bed, she pulled on a simple dress and tied her hair back into a loose bun before making her way downstairs. The house was quiet, the embers in the fireplace still glowing faintly from last night's fire. Her gaze flickered toward the couch where her unexpected guest had slept.

It was empty. She stilled, her heart skipping slightly.

Was he gone? Had he left before dawn?

But then, the faint sound of footsteps reached her ears, followed by a deep sigh. She turned toward the source, only to freeze in place.

Kruger was standing near the window, stretching his arms as the sunlight streamed in behind him. She sucked in a quiet breath.

His hair, dark and slightly messy, framed his sharp features in a way that made him look almost ethereal in the morning light. His jawline was strong, his cheekbones defined, and his eyes, half-lidded from sleep, held a depth she couldn't quite place.

Maeve felt her face heat up.

Damn it.

She turned away quickly, pretending to busy herself in the kitchen. She was being ridiculous. He was just a man, a stranger, at that. There was no reason to be flustered.

"Morning," he said, his voice still rough from sleep.

Maeve cleared her throat, forcing herself to act normal. "Morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah."

She busied herself with breakfast, grabbing eggs and bread. The routine helped steady her thoughts. "I'm making breakfast. You can sit down."

He didn't argue, moving to the table and sitting in the same spot as last night. Maeve stole a few quick glances at him as she cooked. He looked more at ease than before, but there was still something in his posture, a quiet tension as if he was always on guard. By the time she placed the food in front of him, he was fully awake, his sharp eyes scanning the meal.

"You made this fast."

"You eat fast. Thought I'd return the favor."

To her surprise, a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. She sat down, and they ate in relative silence, though she noticed once again how much he ate. It was as if he was used to starving as if every meal could be his last. She didn't comment on it, though. She just made sure he had enough.

Once they finished, Maeve pushed her chair back. "I'm going to take a bath before I start working outside. You can rest for a while if you want."

Kruger gave a small nod, though he didn't seem particularly tired. Maeve left him at the table and went to the small bathhouse behind the house, letting the warm water soothe her. Her thoughts wandered as she washed, mainly back to the sight of him standing in the morning light.

She shook her head. Stop that.

When she returned, feeling refreshed, she noticed that the kitchen was spotless. The dishes, ones she had fully intended to wash after coming back, were cleaned and neatly stacked. The table was wiped down, the area tidier than she had left it.

Her gaze darted toward the window, where she caught sight of Kruger outside. Tending to the animals. For a moment, she just stood there, watching. He looked a little lost, but he was trying, clumsily refilling water troughs, attempting to check the sheep. He clearly had no idea what he was doing, but the effort was there. Maeve sighed, grabbing her boots before heading out.

"You don't have to do that, you know," she called out as she approached.

Kruger turned, pausing mid-action. "You let me stay. I figured I should help."

She tilted her head, studying him. "You've never worked on a farm before, have you?"

"...No."

"Thought so. Come on, I'll show you how to do it properly."

She spent the next hour guiding him through the basics. How to feed the animals, how to properly fill the water troughs, and how to check if the sheep were healthy. Despite his initial awkwardness, he learned fast. His hands, though rough and used to a different kind of work, were steady. He didn't speak much, but he listened carefully, following every instruction with quiet determination.

Maeve found herself oddly impressed. By the time they finished, the morning had stretched into midday. She wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing at him.

"Not bad for your first time."

Kruger exhaled, looking at the farm animals before nodding. "It's... peaceful."

She smiled faintly. "Yeah. It is."

They stood there for a moment, the warm breeze passing between them. And for the first time since he arrived, Kruger didn't look so burdened.

"Alright," she said, stopping near the sheep pen. "Since you already tried with the sheep earlier, let me show you how to actually do it right."

Kruger stood beside her, arms crossed as he observed the animals. The sheep, fluffy, slow-moving creatures, grazed lazily, only occasionally lifting their heads to regard their visitors with mild curiosity.

"You don't just toss them food, they need the right amount, otherwise they'll overeat, or worse, some will get less than the others." She demonstrated, sprinkling the grain in an even layer while the sheep eagerly gathered around.

"See? Fair portions. You try."

Kruger took the bucket from her hands, his grip firm but careful. He mimicked her actions, his movements slightly stiff but precise. Maeve watched, resisting the urge to smile. He was learning fast.

"Not bad," she remarked as he finished. "A little stiff, but you'll get used to it."

Kruger exhaled, his expression unreadable. "How do you remember them?"

"Huh?"

"You called them by names earlier." He motioned toward the sheep.

"Of course! They're not just sheep, they're family. That one's Daisy," she said, pointing to a particularly round, white one. "She's the oldest and also the bossy one."

Kruger's gaze followed where she pointed.

"And that's Bucky," Maeve continued, motioning to a slightly smaller, spotted sheep. "He's a bit of a troublemaker, always sneaking out of the pen when I'm not looking. And that one—" she pointed to a shy-looking sheep lingering at the back "—that's Marigold. She's nervous around new people, but she'll warm up to you eventually."

Kruger simply nodded, as if memorizing each one.

Maeve tilted her head. "Do you want to name one?"

He glanced at her, as if caught off guard. "...I don't think I'd be good at that."

"Doesn't have to be fancy. Just something that comes to mind."

He was silent for a moment before pointing at a smaller, quiet sheep near the fence. "That one."

Maeve followed his gaze. "You like that one?"

Kruger nodded.

"Alright then. What's its name?"

He hesitated, then muttered, "...Theo."

She grinned. "Theo, huh? Not bad. Welcome to the family, Theo."

Kruger didn't say anything, but she swore she saw a flicker of something, something softer, pass through his usually unreadable expression.

—

Next, Maeve took him to the cattle pen.

"This one's important," she said, resting a hand against the wooden fence. "Cows need proper care. You can't just throw them food and leave them alone."

Kruger listened silently as she explained the basics. How to check their health, how to milk them properly, and how to keep the barn clean. She introduced him to each cow by name, Maple, the motherly one; Rusty, the stubborn one; and Bluebell, the gentlest of the bunch.

When she showed him how to milk a cow, he hesitated.

"Not scared, are you?" Maeve teased, smirking.

Kruger shot her a look before crouching down and trying. His first attempt was clumsy, he pulled too hard, and Maple let out a displeased huff.

"Easy, you're not trying to start a fight."

He adjusted, this time gentler, and soon, the milk started flowing properly into the pail.

"See? Not bad," Maeve said, crossing her arms.

Kruger glanced at her, and for a moment, she thought she saw the slightest hint of pride in his expression.

—

After that, Maeve took him to the chicken coop.

"Alright, this one's simple," she said, opening the wooden gate. "Collecting eggs. But be careful, some of the hens can be a little protective."

Kruger raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside. Sje demonstrated, reaching into one of the nests and gently pulling out an egg.

"Easy. You just have to be calm and careful."

Kruger followed her example, reaching toward a nest, only for the hen to suddenly puff up, letting out an aggressive cluck. She stifled a laugh as he pulled his hand back slightly.

"She doesn't like you," she teased.

Kruger shot the hen a glare before slowly trying again. This time, he was more patient, moving carefully, and eventually, he managed to retrieve an egg without issue.

Maeve gave him a nod of approval. "See? Not so bad."

Kruger simply handed her the egg, his face unreadable.

—

As they finished up, two large dogs came bounding toward them from across the field. Maeve smiled as the two animals stopped near her, tails wagging.

"This is Betty," she said, ruffling the fur of the brown-and-white German Shepherd. "And this is Benok," she added, motioning to the all-black Labrador. The dogs sniffed at Kruger, clearly trying to determine if he was trustworthy.

"They guard the farm," Maeve explained. "They keep away wolves, coyotes, and any unwanted visitors."

Kruger crouched slightly, letting the dogs approach him on their own terms. To Maeve's surprise, Benok licked his hand before sitting beside him, as if approving of his presence.

"Guess he likes you," Maeve noted. Kruger scratched behind Benok's ears, his expression softening slightly.

"He's a good dog."

Maeve felt a strange warmth in her chest. He was a quiet man, one who didn't offer much in words, but she could tell he was someone who understood things in a way most people didn't. He took things seriously and paid attention.

For some reason, she liked that. By the time the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, they had finished all the chores. Maeve wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing at Kruger.

"You did good," she said. "Not bad for your first day as a farmhand."

Kruger exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "It's harder than it looks."

"Told you."

They stood there for a moment, watching the sun cast golden light over the fields. Maeve found herself stealing a glance at him. She had taken in a stranger, a man she knew nothing about. For the first time in a long while, she didn't feel alone.

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000

The cold wind howled through the empty streets as Eren trudged forward, his footsteps aimless, his eyes hollow. The weight of his sins bore down on him, each breath a reminder of the millions lost—their screams forever etched in his mind. He had no destination, no purpose. Only survival. Not for himself, but to escape the judgment of those who once called him friend. The police hunted him, the world cursed his name, and he had long since stopped caring.

Then, on a night like any other, when exhaustion nearly pulled him into the abyss, he stumbled into her. A stranger with warm eyes, offering nothing but a place to rest. A fleeting kindness in a world that had none left for him. He told himself it meant nothing. Just another night.

But as dawn painted the sky in hues of gold, Eren realized—he had woken up wanting to live.

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Eren Yeager x fem!OC (Maeve)

Supporting Characters: Armin Arlert Mikasa Ackerman Levi Ackerman Jean Kirschtein Connie Springer Hange Zoe Ymir

Original Characters: Gloria Leah Kyla Tiffany Adele Grace Rabin Lloyd Althessa Alfred Henry Draco

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18+ SERIES. eren x fem!oc, canonverse, hobo!eren, post-rumbling, eren is a wanted criminal, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, comedy, angst, smut, mentions of torture & abuse, sexual content

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⇒ 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: after the devastation of the rumbling, the people of paradis struggle to rebuild their lives amidst the wreckage and the world’s lingering hatred. eren yeager, now a fugitive, wanders alone, avoiding soldiers and former allies alike. One night, exhausted and wounded, he stumbles upon a small, isolated house on the outskirts of a ruined town.

To his surprise, the girl living there—a quiet, self-sufficient woman who seems ignorant to what recently just happened—doesn’t question his presence. Instead, she simply gestures for him to come inside, offering him food and shelter as if he were any other traveler. "It wouldn't hurt to let him stay for the night." She thought

⇒ 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: canonverse, hobo!eren, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, comedy, angst, smut, mentions of torture & abuse, sexual content

⇒ 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: eren x fem!oc

⇒ 𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰: 18+

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