Not Afraid (Eren X Reader)

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    He was in a bottomless pit of sorrow and anguish, drowning in a pool of his own misery and guilt that threatened to eat him alive in the darkness he was lost within, forced to hold the weight of the world and all of its troubles on his shoulders without having the proper strength or training to do so. Yet, where was one supposed to get coaching for saving the entirety of a species, depended on by all and having to live up to the expectations of his superiors that were far more capable of supporting issues than he was. He was still a mere boy, innocence still lurking in the back of his mind as he attempted to cause it to dissipate to become the powerful men charging head-on in the battlefield. He felt completely and utterly hopeless to everything surrounding him, prodding at him, screeching profanities at him, even just giving him harsh glares of disapproval for being someone he couldn't control. Then again, what was he to expect, compassion? He was immersed in an ocean of culpability and indiscretion, suffocating on his own emotions and thoughts that echoed in the depths of his head.

    Then... you came along.

    Worming your way beneath his skin, you somehow unearthed the overlooked section of this agonized person, grazing your fingertips over his heart and whispering encouragements into his mind to lace over the negative voices driving him to near insanity. His lowered emerald hues had now been widened, brows furrowed as sheer determination and passion shone in his power-illuminated orbs. You somehow had woven your soul within his, gradually dragging him out of the bottomless pit and towards the bright light of hope and faith. His breaths steadied themselves, he regained his balance, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes narrowed to utter consolidation, he became the unadulterated epiphany of endurance. All because you had outstretched your arm and pulled him onto his feet.









    A slightly shaken sigh escaped his incision-laced peach lips as his emerald hues concentrated solely on the amber light filtering in through the agape window and outlining the contours of his visage. He hummed softly to himself, fists pressed against the dark wood of the windowsill as he gazed outward towards the dull murky walls in the horizon, eyes partially narrowed with this suddenly established fortitude and durability. Yet, his stiffened posture relaxed under the gentle touch of a familiar hand setting on his shoulder. Flitting his orbs to yours, he smiled softly as you dropped your arm to your side, a look of concern washing over your features in a silent act of asking him what was on his mind, or what had been troubling him. Shaking his head in reassurance, he delicately traced your palm with his fingertips, as if he were asking permission to intertwine his digits with yours, which you responded to by fitting your hands together like the pieces of a puzzle. The grin spread across his lips was absolutely priceless, how a look of joy glittered in his eyes as he seemed to straighten himself up with another dose of strength.

    Slowly moving your hands, he placed them on the windowsill, facing the sun dipping into the sky to bring the curtain of stars into the darkened sky. You glanced over to where he stood mere centimeters from your figure, brows knitted together and eyes sparkling with affection towards you, dedication and perseverance towards his duties and responsibilities as a soldier. And as the last few rays of sunlight illuminated the sky, he assured you of his vigor and tenacity with a gentle squeeze of the hand.

    Because he knew, with you by his side, he would never succumb to his anxieties again, he was capable of anything.


    He was fearless.