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Imagine getting a detailed, handsewn plushie of your favorite character in the mail one day from a mysterious sender, and whenever you're in danger or distress the plushie turns into a flesh-and-blood version of that character to protect and comfort you.

{Eren Jaeger x Reader}

"NO! NO, NOT PETRA, DAMNIT! STOP! LET HER LIVE! LET HER LIVE, PLEASE!" you yelled, bawling your eyes out and trying to convince the Female Titan to let Petra go.

When said creature threw Petra into a tree, you cried out again, tears flying everywhere. God damnit, you couldn't stand to watch another one die, but sadly, fate had other ideas, and you cried out once more as Oluo was met with the hands of Death as well.

Dong.

The loud noise snapped you back to reality and you froze, wondering who could possibly be at your door. You had few friends, and even they wouldn't just randomly appear at your door step.

You decide to get up and go check it, seeing as you couldn't bear the brutal anime that was currently playing on your TV screen. You jumped over the couch at landed in front of your door, opening it slowly, to find a tall boy with black hair, brown eyes, and freckles, wearing a postal service outfit. He seemed familiar, but you weren't sure why, so you glanced at his name tag.

Marco.

"Are you- Uh, are you okay?" Marco asked, pulling you away from your thoughts.

"Yeah. Just watching the most brutal anime ever." you replied, albeit flatly.

"Oh. Man, is it Shingeki no Kyojin? That show kills me!"

"Wow, yeah! It is!"

"Cool! Uh, anyway, I came here to ask for [Full Name]? I've got a package for her," he said, digging around in his bag, until he pulled out a brown package.

You smiled at him. "I am she. But, uh, can you tell me who the package is from?"

"Oh, um..." Marco paused, searching over the box, "Sorry miss. It's been crossed out. Could you sign this? I'm here to give you the rest of your mail, too. It's been piling up in the post office, so I decided to come give it you! Please be sure to check it a little more often, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'm sorry," you wrote your signature quickly across a slip of paper. Marco waved off the apology, took the paper from you and instead handed you the package and a bag of mail, walking away afterward.

'Weird. Who the hell would send me something like this?' you thought, trying to shake the package around a bit.

Plopping down on your couch again, you scrolled through Netflix until you came upon the next episode of the anime you were previously watching, Shingeki no Kyojin, otherwise know as Attack on Titan.

You pressed the play button, and instead of watching the intro that you oh-so-adored, you opening the package in your hands to reveal something you would probably treasure forever.

In your hands was a surprisingly detailed plushie of Eren Jaeger, you're favorite character from the anime you were watching, with a note attached.

To [Name],
In case you ever need someone to protect you.

It was only then that you tossed the doll on your table. Who could've sent you something like that?

You brushed it off and instead spent the half-hour designing patterns and 'Pro-Designs' on your Animal Crossing game and staring at that damn plushie until you realized you were hungry.

But there was nothing in the fridge. Nothing you were craving, anyways.

Instead, you walked to the door, pulled on your coat and a pair of shoes, instead deciding to go to a restaurant up town. You hadn't saved up enough to buy a car yet, so you had to walk through the cold instead. You grabbed the purse on your coffee table, stopping only for a moment to stare at the mysterious doll before stuffing it in your purse as well.

--Timeskip--

Inside [Favorite restaurant], you quietly gulped down the food on your plate and sighed happily. Hey, a girl could treat herself to a nice(-ish) dinner every once in a while, right?

Yeah. It was your life anyway. You could do whatever the hell you wanted, and right now you just wanted to eat this delicious food.

"Anything else, miss?" the waitress asked.

"Uh, yeah. Just a cup of tea, to-go, if you can."

You waited a few minutes for the waitress to get back, scrolling through your phone and checking your messages.

"Here you are, miss." You looked up, grabbed the cup, and paid the waitress the amount due for your little meal. She gave you a small goodbye, accompanied with a "Come again!" while you pushed the door open and stepped outside.

About five to ten minutes later, you regretted your decision of leaving your safe, fortified home.

You picked up the pace while a group of men followed and cat-called at you, their words becoming less and less "friendly" by the minute. You started to become nervous, if not already having a panic attack. This neighborhood wasn't exactly the safest...

With a sharp turn, you started walking faster and faster through the alleyways, turning left and right until you broke into a run. You could the sound of footsteps behind you, alerting you of the fact that your pursuers hadn't lost interest. Your fear only rose when you turn into a dead end, with no where to go.

'Oh god. Oh god, oh god, please, someone help me!' you thought.

"Hey! Where did you think you were goin'?"

You turned to find the group of men, and sunk down to the ground, tightly shutting your eyes and whispering, "Oh my god, please, someone help me, oh please, please, please, I need a savior, please!"

Through all your pleading, you couldn't hear the sounds of shouting and running as your prayers were answered.

"Hey, [Name], are you okay?"

The phrase startled you, and you looked up. What you were seeing was only adding to your panic.

Eren Jaeger was standing above you, flesh and blood, offering a hand to help you up. Your hands were shaking, and no matter how hard it tried, your brain couldn't process it.

Eren Jaeger.
Eren. Fucking. Jaeger.

"I'm dead, aren't I? You, you're not real. You're from a goddamn cartoon. I'm dead. I'm hallucinating. Am I dreaming?"

"No! No, this is real. I just fucking saved you!" "Eren" explained, sounding a little irritated.

"How?! How are you here? Where did you... come..." you trailed off and instead searched through your purse, but you couldn't find that doll you had brought along earlier.

"You... You can't be... Are you the, the doll?!"

"Uhm, yeah, actually. I am." Eren grinned sheepishly and rubbed his arm.

"How? How?!"

"I don't know, either. I just heard you calling for help, and I wanted to save you..."

"Oh, my, god. Just, please. Take me home. I can't even walk, I'm shaking too much."

Grabbing your waist, Eren shot his 3DMG up to the rooftops, swiftly and quickly bringing you to your safe, warm home, that you decided would never be left again.

Looking down, Eren realized you fell asleep. This must've been too much for you, and he could understand why. He himself was a little overwhelmed.

The door was unlocked. Eren would have to remind you to start locking it when you needed him. He locked it behind him, and carried you to your room, where he layed you down on your bed and covered you with the comforter. He crawled in beside you, holding you close to him.

Eren kissed your forehead, for a reason beyond his comprehension, and whispered, "I'll be here when you need me. Good night, [Name]."

The next morning, you awoke safe your bed, the same, phenomenal doll that had saved you the night before cuddled close in your hand.