Somewhere Only We Know (Eren X Reader)

~A/N: Listen As You Read! www.youtube.com/watch?v=fR6zH6…
This takes place sort of Post-Titan!Apocalypse, as in, all the titans are gone and things of the sort. I hope you enjoy, and Happy Birthday Eren!~














    Breaths that fell from his laceration-laced lips became mist in the chilly atmosphere of the scene displayed before him, before dissipating into the air and becoming one with the fog accumulating not only by his knees, but around his head as well, literally and metaphorically. Large emerald orbs scanning the area, he hardly had to peer through the steam-like smog to navigate his way about the terrain, he practically knew the land by heart and could find his way with his eyes shut. He heard nothing but the emptiness of the landscape, and his slightly shaken breaths escaping his parched esophagus. Clenching his jaw tightly while gritting his teeth, he brought his fists to his sides as he sat reluctantly down on the dry field, grass although not plush, still remained as green as it had always been. His eyes flitted from the ground, up to the hazy grey-blue sky, calming and yet intimidating in all its grace and glory.

    He couldn't help but have his mind meld over anything and everything, absorb it with thoughts and assumptions, ideas and emotions, absolutely let it drown without stop, and at points, he didn't want it to stop. When he felt weak, hopeless, inhuman, he'd come to sit along this path, and run his hands through his chocolate-brown tresses, as he submerged himself in his thoughts, losing any concept of resurfacing. He'd only reappear back into reality when his thought crossed over to another area of his mind, when he began thinking of her. How she cared so much for him, how they leaned on each other for support. Even if he held the world on his shoulders and blamed everything that could have ever happened on himself, she was the one to kick his doubts to the closet and have him sit upright once more.

    Shutting his eyes tightly once more, he exhaled slowly, allowing his breath to release slowly and steadily, just as he wished his life had been, and yet -coincidentally- it became ragged and shaken. Just like him.









    Only when he heard the hush of his name echo beside him did he open his eyes, nevermind jolt from the sudden invasion of his somewhat hiding place, just to see her gaze locking with his as she stood merely inches from where he sat. He swallowed the invisible lump stuck in his throat and glanced off to the side, seemingly embarrassed to be caught where always ran off during tough times. Her eyes were swimming with a mixture of concern, understanding, kindness, and mostly just the sheer adoration she held for him in every fiber of her being. Finally meeting her gaze once more, he watched as she outstretched her hand, nodding off to the familiar land behind her figure. And after a brief moment of consideration, he took her hand and stood. It seemed to be as if they knew exactly where to go without having to speak, only by the power of their eye contact, and they lead each other with neither in the lead, and neither following.

    He wasn't exactly sure what he'd do without her by his side, to keep him sane and content. Who else was there to know he was exhausted when he hid it so well, and who else would wake him from the nightmares he continued to have day after day? He leaned on her and relied on her, even though he didn't want to. Yet in the end, she knew that he needed her, and she was more than happy to hold him against her and allow him to sob away all his worries.









    They arrived at a meadow enclosed by a circular rim of trees that seemed tall enough to touch the sky, while the plush grass that differed from all the rest covering the land had been dappled by the sunlight leaking in from the sky, as well as the flowers littering the path to make it seem angelic, almost unreal. A hollow log sat in the center of the circle, a layer of old and forgotten Spanish moss hanging from the surface to make it more comfortable than its usual rigid exterior. A wave of nostalgia overcame his senses at the sight of the scenery, yet he heaved a large breath before adjusting his grip on her hand and strolling to the unoccupied chair of sorts.

    He hesitantly sat upon it, unsure of its sturdiness, yet it remained loyal and held just as it had the many times the two had ventured to sit under the stars. Of course, this had been a bit different due to the display being illuminated by the light showering down, and the trees surrounding the meadow serving as a fence and blocking away any of the musty fog that sucked the elation out of every soul. She sat beside him, resting her head against his shoulder as a soft cherub laugh escaped her rosy lips, drawing a chuckle to leave his lips as well as he laced their fingers together.









    The nostalgia consuming both of their forms was not only due to the endless happy memories they shared in that single spot, but it was where they watched blood be shed. Where they watched maroon stain the bark of the dark trees, where they watched crimson splatter across the many flower petals and plush grass. This was the place they found love, and they place they stared death in the face. Where they watched each others affection grow, and they watched their comrades fall and be taken to a more peaceful world. They shared joy and pain, bliss and agony, and every little thing in between. They relied on each other to try to erase those horrific memories, and create new ones of love and adoration. They were exhausted from their journey through wars and battles, their eyes still held the lilac crescents that signified little to no sleep from nights of anxious thoughts, and they still held the paranoia that something would crash through their defenses at any moment.

    They needed each other.









    The landscape they currently rest in was their serene sanctuary and refuge, and simultaneously their setting of nightmares, where the flowers bloomed, and where the blood dappled the ground with dots of burgundy and rose. Yet, while they sat in each others embrace, they were unaware of the evil that continued to lurk their minds, they ignored all of those terrible memories, and simply suffocated themselves in the positive ones in hopes of ridding the others. Even though they knew nothing of the sort would ever happen, even since they knew their horrid memories would never dissipate as they wished, all they could do was hold each other, and rely on their love for one another.

    During rough times, they'd return to their safe haven and rely on the warmth of each others devotion . It was a place only they knew of.









    His emerald eyes fluttered downwards to where she sat with her head in the crook of his neck, seeming tense yet serene and comfortable. She glanced up, and met his gaze, a small smile adorning her features as she reached up, and pressed her lips against his ever so delicately, with the grace of a feather floating in the breeze. He responded by doing the same when she pulled away, earning a delighted laugh to escape her rosy lips as he pressed multiple pecks against them.

    "Feeling better?" she hummed softly. He nodded in return, kissing her forehead as she continued. "Good... No one deserves to be sad on a day of celebration like this one," she said, pressing her lips together.

    "I just wish... Not everyone who died y'know... died... I could have saved-"

    "Hey," she said, sitting up straight and cupping his face in her palms. "Don't talk like that. You still have your closest friends, they made it out alive. And, I'm still here too." Seeing the tears beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes, she pressed her lips to his once more, willing them away with all the love and passion she would muster within a single and gentle kiss. "I believe that you're still good, no matter who died."

    He sat in silence for a moment, grasping her hands and bringing them away from his face where she had them. He nodded with a soft smile, encompassing her into his embrace. And they simply sat there, hoping to never let go.