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fenfyre · 5 years

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Single Parents

Day 5 of @erejeanweek2k19 - Single Parents/Formal Wear

It was a beautiful day at the end of a beautiful week. Flowers had started sprouting everywhere, the trees started getting greener again and the sun was finally strong enough to feel warm on bare skin. So Jean opted to take Luke for ice cream after picking him up from soccer practise.

Usually his son was tired after a good hour of running around the court but the mention of his favourite treat was enough to have him jumping in joy, bouncing around Jean like an excited fawn as they made their way through the park to the closest ice cream stand.

"And then we did sprints and guess what, dad!", his son chattered, voice high with breathless excitement as he jumped up and down in front of Jean, looking up at him with the proudest grin. "Guess what!"

"What?", Jean smirked, amused by the way his son was obviously out of breath but wouldn't stop running and leaping in circles.

"No, you gotta guess!"

"Oh, alright uhm ... you just started when aliens came down from the sky and..."

"No!", Luke laughed loudly, shoving at him before grabbing his arm and hanging off it, bounding along with Jean's measured steps. "You're so silly, dad! I won! I was fastest!"

"What?", Jean called out feigning surprise at the news even though he knew Luke was one of the fastest boys in his team and often beat the others when it came to sprints. He was quick and agile even though his stamina wasn't too great yet. At least that was what coach Jodie told him after a game last week. But Jean didn't much care about these things as long as Luke enjoyed himself and got along well with the other boys in his team.

"Again? Noooo, you're joking!"

"I swear I'm not! I won, I ... puppy!"

Before Jean could stop him the eager boy was already running off with excited laughter, right towards a man and a young girl heading their way, the girl holding a leash with a young German shepherd who seemed just as excited as Luke to see them.

Jean was about to call Luke back and remind him of his manners when his son came to a skidding halt a few steps in front of the small group, waving at them but making no move to touch the happy puppy pulling at its leash to get to him.

"Hello, I'm Luke", he introduced himself to both the man and the girl. "Can I pet your dog?"

The girl paused, then looked up at the man holding her hand, probably her dad. After he nodded at her encouragingly she smiled at Luke, showing off a prominent gap where one of her teeth was missing.

"I'm Carla and this is Rosie ... you can pet her!"

Luke squealed happily, dancing from one foot to the other before carefully approaching the dog who was still pulling on the leash and starting to yip by now.

Part of Jean wanted to call out for Luke to not get himself too dirty when his son just dropped to his knees in front of the puppy and gave the happy dog jumping into his arms a big hug, but then he reigned himself back in.

Those were his soccer practise pants anyway, he got them dirty every week sliding and slipping and falling on the grass and besides he had talked about this to his mother. Kids had to be able to make themselves dirty and play in the mud and his own penchant for cleanliness shouldn't limit his son's fun when not absolutely necessary. He still wouldn't let Luke play like this in his good pants, though.

The picture of his son smiling and laughing as Rosie the puppy licked his face, tail wiggling violently from one side to the other, made it easy to tolerate dirty pants. He stepped closer to the small group, smiling widely at the way Carla and Luke pet the little dog. Then his eyes flicked over to the man standing off to the side watching the scene as well and he swallowed.

He was hot, to say the least. A little on the short side but stacked as all hell, arms bulging in the tight shirt he was wearing. His dark hair was wildly tousled, giving him some kind of rough look and his face was nothing but sharp angles, cutting cheekbones and a strong jaw and bright eyes that sparked with joy as he watched the kids.

Jean took a breath that trembled just a bit before taking another step forward and offering his hand for the man to shake.

"Hey, I'm Jean", he smiled politely, hoping his sudden gay crisis wasn't too obvious. "I'm Luke's dad."

His hand was accepted with a quick nod and a wide smile, warm fingers squeezing his in a firm grip that almost made his knees buckle. Wow, he really had to get his thirst under control. But it wasn't really his fault, he hadn't dated since...

"Eren", the man said and his voice was pleasant, deep and rich like dark chocolate. "Carla's mine. Rosie's hers."

Jean laughed, looking over at the kids who had moved over to a patch of grass and were trying to make the puppy retrieve a stick for them. She was far too young for these kinds of tricks, though, only looked at them and yipped, tail wagging and tongue hanging out.

"I'm sorry about that, Luke loves dogs. He's been begging me to get one ever since he could talk..."

Eren laughed and oh god that sound ... Jean licked his lips, tried not to blush and fumble as he adjusted the bag of Luke's soccer equipment over his shoulder.

"Sounds familiar. They're insistent little shits, aren't they?"

Jean's eyes flicked over to the other man, scandalized, then back to the kids who were thankfully too engrossed in playing with the puppy to have overheard them. The grin Eren directed at him when Jean looked back over was a little sheepish.

"Sorry, bad habit. Still trying to break it so Carla doesn't swear more than me one day. Last week she called a girl stupid poopface. Her teacher was not happy about that. But at least I know she didn't pick it up from me, I'd have called the rude idiot a whiny little shit for brains."

Jean snorted despite himself at the colourful cursing even though he was still nervously checking that the kids had not overheard their conversation.

"What ... what did she do?", Jean asked, scandalized yet wanting to know more about this unfairly hot, terribly foul mouthed man and his family.

"I don't even know but she made Carla cry. Never thought before getting a kid that one day I'd want to throw hands with a literal six year old."

For some reason the thought made Jean laugh even harder.

"Don't do that, I bet her parents are just as vicious." That he had learned the hard way as soon as Luke had joined kindergarten. People were not up for joking when it was about their spawns but he couldn't even judge them. He was just as bad, after all.

"Parents suck, man", Eren grumbled, but there was an amused smirk playing around his lips, almost like he were sharing a fun secret with Jean who couldn't keep himself from swooning just a little at the sight. Damn, it was unfair how good looking Eren was.

"Hey, not all of us do...", he mumbled with a lame little shrug, helplessly reeling and unable to catch himself and then Eren's amused smirk shifted, turned into something sharper that took absolutely no survivors.

"I guess there's a few fine specimen..."

Was that … some kind of innuendo? It had to be, right? Jean was pretty sure his head was a glowing red signal beacon for his inner horny turmoil but the way Eren still met him in the middle and joked with him was as good a sign as any. Five years since his last real date was a long time but Jean could still remember how this worked.

"Hey, we're heading over to the ice cream stand. Do you three wanna tag along?"

Eren paused, a strange glint in his eyes that made Jean's breath quicken. Then he looked over at the kids rolling in the grass, cuddling Rosie.

"Hey sweet pea, you up for some ice cream?", he shouted and as soon as the words left him the girl sat up straight, her long hair in a tousled disarray with blades of grass sticking out of it.

"Yes!", she screeched before jumping up to her feet, her quick hands reaching down to grab Luke and help him up. While the kids were getting ready to move on Eren turned back to Jean, eyes still glinting warmly.

"Looks like we are", he grinned and if Jean wasn't completely hallucinating those big, green eyes flicked up and down his body within a millisecond to check him out. After five long years of abstinence this man would kill him with his sheer intensity. But that was a risk Jean was willing to take.

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key-to-levis-heart · 7 years

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Of Witchcraft and Psychedelia, part 1

Eren's crazy old hippie neighbor asks him to watch her cat for the weekend.

Only her cat isn't actually a cat.

(read on ao3)

October 18, 1967

There was an odd energy in the air that night; a tense vibrating through the rustling leaves under the full moon. Softly, the breeze whispered with the voices of restless spirits, and werewolves howled through the fog.

A perfect night for spellcasting.

October 18, 2017

“Oh thank you so much for taking Levi for the weekend!” Hanji shouts as she flitters around her apartment, unaware of her volume. Eren watches her as she hums along to the vinyl playing aloud, noisily searching through cabinets in her effort to pack for her trip.

She’s an odd old woman, though Eren is quite used to it by now, having been her neighbor for a few years. Excitedly, she pilfers through her messy living room on frail legs, her wild gray hair falling out of its lazy bun. Her vibrant tie-dyed skirt and blouse billow around her, showing off the faded tattoos painting her arms and neck. She looks like a goddamn hippie stereotype; if they were in the suburbs he figures she’d probably be growing weed in a backyard garden.

Or maybe she cooks up LSD in her study. He wouldn’t put it past her.

“I’m meeting up with Erwin!” she exclaims for the third time this afternoon, trying to shove large jars with mystery contents into a duffel bag. Eren has no idea who Erwin is, but he smiles anyways.

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that,” he says gently, absently stroking Levi’s fur where the black cat is curled in his lap. The couch beneath him is old and sagging, and he worries that the cushions might eat him.

“Me and Erwin practiced magic together!” she continues, as if she didn’t hear Eren. She’s mentioned this quite often as well, and he takes it as a sign that her mind is dwindling; obviously all those drugs she did back in the day were not good for her in the long run.

Levi blinks lazily as he watches Hanji, tail flicking back and forth in displeasure at all the noise. Meanwhile Eren mainly ignores her, observing the photographs on the coffee table beside him. They show her and her friend, also named Levi (whom Eren presumes is the cat’s namesake), she once explained.

“Oh I’m going to miss you, my little munchkin,” she coos, coming over and picking Levi up, kissing his head while Levi squirms in her arms, eyes wide and panicked and making screeched meows until she puts him down. Eren swears he must be imagining the glare Levi gives him for laughing.

Hanji cackles like a madwoman as she finally bids them goodbye for the weekend.

An odd old woman, indeed.

The bright, sunny day soon turns into a bleak and rainy night, simultaneously ominous and soothing as the rain pelts down rhythmically on the windowpanes.

Eren sighs contentedly, leaning against his kitchen counter with his eyes closed, enjoying the sound of rain. He has a gut feeling that something is off, but pushes that thought aside while he waits for the water to boil for tea.

Once his tea is made he gingerly carries it back to the living room, ready to quietly enjoy watching Jeopardy with Levi in his lap, but he stops abruptly in the doorway, the glass shattering against the wood floor.

The following moments he experiences in slow motion, his brain struggling to comprehend the sight before him; he can feel the hot tea tickling his bare feet as he watches the very naked man on his couch slowly blink his eyes open. The man tilts his head, looking confused, before glancing down at himself and promptly screaming.

Eren watches as the stranger frantically looks himself over, chanting swears as he tumbles off the couch, and Eren can do nothing but remain frozen in shock.

“Holy shit!” Eren shouts when he gains back mobility, and suddenly the man takes notice of him again. He flees to the front door and fumbles for his baseball bat and he can hear the man try to get up and fall in trying to pursue him.

“Eren wait!” he hears in a rough voice, and he freezes. “Please don’t call the police.”

Cautiously, Eren pads back into the living room with the bat in hand, seeing the man pitifully trying to stand and flopping back onto the floor with a curse.

Suddenly something clicks as he watches the man struggle.

He’s seen this man before.

With an audible gasp he tightens his grip on the baseball bat. The friend in the photograph, he realizes. The undercut, all the tattoos; this is Levi. For a moment he considers there could just be an uncanny resemblance, an odd coincidence, but that Jimi Hendrix tattoo is unmistakable. He looks exactly the same, same age and everything.

“What the hell is going on?” Eren demands, stepping closer and raising his bat, ready to strike if he doesn’t get answers. “Who are you and why do you look like Hanji’s dead friend?!” His eyes scan the room and he panics when he realizes he has no idea where the cat went.

The man looks up at him warily, sprawled pathetically on the floor. “Can you please call Hanji?”

Eren narrows his eyes, keeping the bat steady. “You-you’re the stranger that broke into my house naked, you can’t make demands!”

He takes a deep breath, lowering the bat and trying to calm his racing heart. “Are you his ghost?” he asks weakly, gently prodding the man’s arm with his foot. Feels pretty damn solid. “The friend in all the photographs, Levi...have you come back to haunt this building?”

“Do I look like a damn ghost?!” not-Levi snaps at him from where he lay gracelessly on the floor. “Just get out your fucking phone and call Hanji for me!” Sitting up with a sigh he gently asks, “please? I’ll explain everything.”

Eren stares at him blankly, limply holding the bat at his side. As the panic fades it hits him just how odd this situation is; Hanji’s fucking hot dead friend from the sixties is completely naked on the floor, and looking very much alive, which by all means should be absolutely impossible. And even if Hanji is really a witch like she’s been saying all this time, then how was she able to bring him back when she’s not even here?

Oh fuck, he thinks, what if Hanji’s really a witch and she’s not totally crazy?

Lost in his thoughts he doesn’t hear Not-Levi mutter a few words in a foreign tongue, and suddenly everything goes black.

Blinking his eyes open from sleep, Eren finds himself laying haphazardly on his couch with a splitting headache. He must have passed out, he realizes, and hit his head really fucking hard because he’s still seeing delusions of the strange man pacing around his living room, in all his nude glory.

“Hanji, you stupid bitch!” the man shouts into Eren’s cell phone, and faintly he can hear Hanji’s shrill voice coming through the receiver. “Yes, I do mean that! You’re a stupid, fucking idiot bitch!...Yeah, of course I’m pissed, I’ve got a right to be!...I don’t care if it happened in 1967, I was stuck living as your damn housecat for fifty years. Fifty fucking years, Hanji! Spellcasting while doing acid was your fucking idea you moron!”

Eren sits up carefully, watching the man continue to irritatedly pace the living room, not noticing that Eren is awake. His steps are careful and deliberate, as if unused to walking.

“Yeah, okay, so maybe being a cat wasn’t all that bad I guess. But you sold my vinyls! How could you?! It was my stuff, you had no right to get rid of it, those were important to me!...No, you have garbage taste you heathen, the ones you kept are garbage, so yes, this is a priority of mine. And don’t even get me started on my Stratocaster, you know that guitar was my baby!”

Erem can’t make out Hanji’s response, but the man groans dramatically. “No, don’t change the subject, I’ve got fifty years of complaining to make up for. Leave Eren out of th-”

The man suddenly cuts himself off as he glances Eren’s way and finds him awake. “I’ll talk to you when you get back,” he says into Eren’s phone, before hanging up abruptly.

He tosses Eren’s phone back to him as he sits beside him on the couch, a little too close for comfort. A tense and uncomfortable minute passes in silence as he leans into Eren’s personal space, letting their knees brush while he stares intensely.

Eren shifts in discomfort, avoiding eye contact. “I’m dreaming,” he blurts out, mainly to convince himself. “This is all a wild, crazy dream, because there’s no way you can be here.”

“And yet here I am anyways,” is the drawled response he receives, and Eren wishes he would just pass out again. “You have questions.”

Eren nods weakly.

It’s going to be a long night.

#key speaks #key's fic #ereri #riren

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