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so this is love — annie leonhart

— annie leonhart x female reader

— request by anon: I kinda have a request. How about royal au? Where 2 kingdoms are at war with each other, and reader is the heir of the throne of one kingdom (but they’re not the spoiled type of heir, more like the solider one?) and then the kingdoms decided a truce. Reader will have to marry the heir of the other kingdom which is Annie. Idk maybe those arranged marriages that they never get along at first? Kinda like they were enemies bc they never get along until some development of feelings happen along the way. Maybe Annie will realize that she has feelings when reader got injured since they’re a soldier

— warnings: mentions of war, slight angst if you squint, just two idiots falling in love with each other :))

— summary: you were sent off to another kingdom as a sign of a truce, promising to yourself that the engagement is close to death at how you got off on the wrong foot with your betrothed. it was hell at first but who knows? maybe, unbeknownst to you, the two of you are a match made by the gods.

— word count: 7.5k

— author’s notes: i am so sorry this came out so long :((( we just finished our exams and we have a case study to write as our midterm for a subject. i hope this will still quench your annie fic cravings. and by the way, i fashioned the kingdom of idylle to mondstadt because genshin impact is my stress reliever right now and a kingdom built upon freedom sounds like a gem. plus, the glass castle of the reader is based off of the castle of cinderella, which is the reason for the title hhhhhh happy reading !!!

so this didn’t appear in the tags so i reposted it :”(((

Corsets were abominations that needed to be burned.

The girl with your features staring at you from the mirror was someone you couldn’t recognize from all the preparations your chambermaid did on your figure. The make-up was appalling and thick that you could see a smear on the back of your hand when you tried rubbing your itching nose. Your hair was done in a half up-do with too many decorative pins sticking out, creating a makeshift crown of silver roses, one of the symbols of your kingdom. The dress your mother expected you in was straight-up ridiculous, you couldn’t move from the tightness of the corset and the heaviness of your skirts was hindering you from moving freely. You couldn’t even deny that it was a lovely gown but its inconvenience was irking you at the slightest turn or stretch.

Dressing up this lavishly was rare for you, the Crown Princess of the kingdom boring flags of silver and lilac. You very much preferred the heaviness of your armor and your title as one of your kingdom’s Commendatore rather than the ladylike image your mother has been forcing you on the past few weeks.

You were livid when your parents renounced from the ten-year war that was purging the continent with just a sign on a piece of paper — one that included your name and your honor. Everything was brutal, carnage dotting every town and village of the two kingdoms throwing spears and fire cannons, and you witnessed it all firsthand when you started being one of your kingdom’s soldiers four years ago — a sixteen-year-old girl throwing orders that gave you an advantage from your enemies wearing the crest of the kingdom that painted your lands a heart-wrenching red. Of all solutions that your parents and the other kingdom could come up with, it involved you in the most unacceptable way possible. Officially entering your twenties this year, your parents thought it necessary to offer you as a bride that signified peace to the warring nation right beyond the border. The idea made your vision red, an outburst coming out of your mouth mere seconds after the proposal was announced in the council meeting.

A soldier, a knight, a commander — that’s what you are.

Not some forsaken young woman ready to be shipped off to your rival nation because it was the only way out of this bloody mess.

You had no choice.

The only way for you to grasp the final moments in your kingdom was relishing the touches of the chambermaid and taking in the décor of your room — the small trinkets scattered on your nightstands, the books you escaped to, the jewelry that boasted the colors of your family, and the stuffed animals your nanny sewed for you when you were a toddler. You closed your eyes and let the feathery fingers of the people around you lull you into a prayer for the gods in their celestial thrones, asking for their blessing in this far travel. In the middle of reciting an ode dedicated to the goddess of divine bravery, you felt a cool pendant carefully slide over your collarbones.

Your mother’s face appeared beside the watery princess of the mirror, a forced smile pulling on the corners of her lips. Your distinctly colored irises flickered down on the necklace your mother placed upon the exposed parts of your body. It was a flower-pressed necklace, the gold plate carefully protecting the flower representing your birth. The golden chain holding the necklace together was so thin that you worried for a moment that the fragile piece of jewelry might break in less than an hour while you meet your partner-to-be. You met your mother’s gaze in the mirror — from a chivalrous princess of armor to a dignified queen ruling within a land of eternal spring.

“You look so beautiful,” your mother breathed your name, holding your arms tightly against her ring-adorned hands. Tears blossomed her eyes, trickling down her cheeks akin to the lavender flowers’ petals of the large white tree in your backyard. “You look like the queen you were supposed to be.”

You tried smiling but your wobbly lips made you falter. You can only purse your lips in a tight, flat smile as you face your mother, face set in a kind expression. “Please don’t cry, Mother,” you murmured, placing your palm on top of hers, squeezing it for reassurance. “They wouldn’t do anything to me.”

They, meaning the kingdom you were at war with, the nation that claimed they needed a bride for their Crown Heir. In your world, there was freedom even in marriage — with the kingdoms pairing their sons with the sons of their enemies all for the sake of a truce, especially if the two of them were firstborns. This is very much your situation at the moment. The kingdom of Idylle was a beautiful haven of songs dedicated to the god of the winds, very contrasting to their military power that could take down a good number of your soldiers. You heard stories from some villages in your nation that Idylle was a hoax, that they were bloodthirsty warmongers hungry for the spilled blood of the people of Glaieul, your kingdom. You couldn’t help but believe their words. That was the only addition to your knowledge of Idylle except for their battle tactics and placement of soldiers on the battlefield.

“We’ll pray to the deities that they will do just that,” your mother laughed a little despite the tears. “Or else your father will wage war if they so much scratched you.”

“He wouldn’t do that, Mother,” you shook your head with a slight smile. “You two have worked so hard for this peace treaty. If I ever scratched myself in Idyllic lands, trust me that it would most likely be my fault. Not theirs.”

Your mother’s laugh twinkled in the room, painting everything in a light that erased the heaviness shrouding in every corner of your chambers. “I suppose so. You and your love for your sword are unrivaled. I can still remember the time when you first got the weapon, you were so thrilled for a six-year-old that one would think you were born in the barracks. I have to admit, you looked adorable swinging your sword until the greeting of the night and its stars.” She wistfully sighed, looking down at the necklace she gave you. “Your father was so proud when you came back for dinner that night.”

“My sword has always been a lifelong companion. I will even bring it to their castle.”

Your mother placed a hand on top of her chest, over her heart. “I hope you don’t unsheathe it in front of their royal family.”

You breathed a laugh. “No promises.”

The two of you talk about all the things that happened in your childhood, your laughs echoing through the hallways. The maids and the butlers bade you goodbye and safe travels as you passed by, never forgetting to nod in their direction in acknowledgment. You will miss their company for they saw you grow up before you decided to partake in the war. Almost all of them fussed over the mess you made while practicing your swordplay, cleaning up the broken vases and the mud on the carpeted floors. Even one of the apprentices of the Keeper of Books residing in the palace, Armin, enthusiastically waved at you, his friends flanking him for a visit in the kitchens. You didn’t miss how Eren directed an incredulous stare towards the blonde man, with Mikasa looking shocked at how easily the apprentice interacted with you in a public setting since your times with them only happened behind prying eyes.

You gave the three of them a huge smile that gave their faces a pretty rose shade.

Upon reaching the foyer, your father stood at the foot of the stairs along with the soldiers you acquainted in your time on the battlefield, sending a wave of warmth through your chest. His silver coat lined with gold details was a beacon and his white breeches were tucked in a pair of knee-length boots. His chest was decorated with his sash full of medallions, the kingdom insignia of lilac gladioluses and silver roses pinned on top of his heart. The king of Glaieul softened his eyes, crinkles appearing at the corners, at the sight of you and your mother descending on the stairs.

“My little flower,” was his greeting to you when you reached him.

“Father,” you breathed, picking up your skirts to settle in the embrace of waiting arms. You buried your figure against him, inhaling his scent of pine and rosewater, creating the last memory you will have of him. The two of you pulled away for a moment, your eyes watering at the sad visage your father sported. You felt the lightest brush of his kiss on your forehead.

“Now I’m becoming reluctant in sending you off,” he told you. “I felt guilty when I saw you fight against this during the council meeting. But it is what they offered and I have no say in the matter.”

“I know.”

“May the eternal spring never waver in your soul.”

You nodded before taking a step back, bowing with your knees on the marble floors. Your crown glinted against the light from the stained-glass windows, your hair forming a curtain around your face as you replied, “I will let it fester among the ballads and idylls they will offer. I will carry the name of Glaieul with faithfulness, honor, and grace.” You raised your head to meet your father’s eyes. “I promise to never deter the eternal spring.”

It would be that way until your last years in that kingdom. And as you rode the carriage with the soldiers you fought with guarding the vehicle with their lives on the line, you could only sigh and offer another round of prayers that this swerves in a more positive direction than what you were expecting. After a hefty journey across the bustling capital (people stopped by and waved your carriage goodbye, offering you flowers that one of the captains of the fleet, Levi, scowled at — you coaxed him that it was alright, though) to the hectares of meadows in the countryside, the sight of flowers mixed with emerald turned into a sea of teal as you entered the outskirts of Idylle, your betrothed’s home. Everything was bathed with the endemic species of grass solely blessed by the god of the winds on Idylle — legends say that it was because He wanted the kingdom that worshipped him to look different than the rest. No matter how much you deny it, it was beautiful.

“How are you faring, princess?”

Your daze was interrupted by a baritone voice, deep enough to alert some of the men around the carriage. His gray eyes provided you support during the war. You couldn’t help but smile at the onyx-haired man riding by your right window. “Hello, Captain Levi.”

“Tch. Drop the title, brat. You and I both know that the war made us friends somewhat.”

You let out a small laugh. “Well, Levi, to answer your question, I’m quite fine even though my parents just sold me to gain peace.”

Levi rose an eyebrow at the remark. “I am not one to have the capabilities to comfort someone but think of this as a way for you to help the kingdom without sacrificing your life for once. A nation without its heir is just like losing its king. I’ve seen you train when you’re starting as a squire and to the point when you got the position you deserve. This would be like a small walk in the gardens of your mother.” He fixated his stare on you, eyes dull yet determined to get his point across. “You have a role in every part of your life and this time, this is what the gods crafted for you. Do not fret, princess, you have more chances of being on the battlefield again.”

The words Levi spoke settled in you until you reached the capital of Idylle, a small island in the middle of a clear azure lake with walls resembling a huge castle. The bridge leading to the gates was lined with guards bearing the kingdom’s crest, all of them standing under the flapping flags bearing the symbol and colors of the royal family they serve — a harp surrounded by the colors of gold and blue. Their eyes warily followed the series of carriages, postures becoming stiff in the realization that the entourage holds the visitor their rivaling country sent. That was still the scenario when the series of carriages and horses passed by the marketplace, the vicinity on the lowest part of the walled capital, as if the wind even ceased to let the people gawk at the brightly-colored entourage making its way to the highest tier depicting mansions and the main plaza where their patron god stood tall and proud in front of the palace’s gates.

Everything looked magnificent.

It was a breath of fresh air from the glass castle you grew up in. Whereas your kingdom built a white, blinding home that withstood for hundreds of years, Idylle’s palace blended with the brick walls with its leveled mansard roofs and turrets. The gates were made of gold, welcoming you into a huge square of maze-like hedges, a fountain sitting in the middle of the labyrinth. Some gardeners stopped their daily chores to greet the carriages with a wave of their hat, seeing as you were going to be an addition to the royal family after the wedding in a few months. The steps leading to the main doors loomed in front of you with only a few servants waiting for you to step out of the carriage.

You took in a deep breath, nodding at Levi to open the door. When it swung open, you placed your hand on top of Levi’s as he guided you down the propped steps on the side of the carriage.

“Well,” Levi hummed from behind you, making you glance at him with a curious eye. “May the eternal spring never waver in your soul, Your Highness.” He bowed in front of you, only a dip of his head, a firm hand on his heart, and yet that was enough for you to reciprocate it with a kind smile.

“Safe travels back, Captain Levi. May the gods protect you.”

The servant boys standing on top of the stairs jumped an inch in the air, going down in fleeting steps to get your luggage when they realized they were staring too long at you. You smiled at them in gratitude before stepping inside the palace as the guards opened the huge, gilded double doors in front of you.

The inside was just elegant as the exterior appearance of the entire capital. Everything was bathed in gold that seemed to rival the Sun and it made you look away for a moment. The grand hall followed the kingdom’s colors, from the turquoise carpets leading towards two winding staircases to the golden ceilings decorated with paintings of cherubs and the story of how their god of the winds came to be. One of the servant boys slightly cleared his throat, snapping you out of your curiosity of the myths laid on the ceiling. You turned to him with raised eyebrows, spurring him to whisper a faint, “Follow us, Your Highness.” They led you through hallways hung with tapestries and paintings, drawing rooms where the queen hosted her tea parties (Levi would have loved it), and ballrooms that have the same aesthetic as the foyer. Finally, you stopped in front of one of the apartments in the palace, the servant boy who told you to follow them brightened at the guard stationed there.

“Reiner!”

You waited patiently and let your eyes roam across the hallway.

“Hello, Falco, Udo.” The man, Reiner, smiled at the young boys before turning to you. He placed a hand on his heart and bowed. “Welcome to Gale, the capital of Idylle, Your Highness.”

“Thank you for the welcome,” you replied, motioning for him that it was quite alright to straighten his posture. “The palace looks lovely.”

“Indeed, it is.” Reiner opened the doors of your room and once again bowed with an outstretched hand towards the room. “Here are your chambers and I will be your guard for the entirety of your stay here in the palace, Your Highness.” You muttered a faint ‘thank you’ as you entered a drawing room with a door to the private chambers on the left and the bathrooms to the right. There was a table fit for two people, armchairs, and drawers with vases on top. A huge floor-to-ceiling window illuminated the room, your feet carrying you there to open them, and letting the wind caress the curtains as they danced in the breeze. “If you ever need anything, you can call for my name and I will be here in an instant. Your chambermaid will be up here in a moment to help you prepare for the family dinner. For now, rest well, Your Highness.”

“Thank you, Reiner, Falco, Udo,” you smiled, retreating towards the private chambers.

You let out a sigh and stared at nothing for a few moments. It came down to this. To think that you were in enemy lands and was treated so well without any degradation came as a shock to you. The people so far that radiated negativity at your arrival were the guards stationed at the bridge and some of the townsfolk and nobles parading in the streets. As you think about the servant boys and Reiner’s calmness in receiving you in the palace, you immediately thought that it would be better than you expected.

You took off your heels under your dress, mind racing that this wouldn’t be so bad, and plopped on top of your canopied bed, its baby blue curtains protecting you from unknown disturbances and drowning you in a rapid of dreams.

The dinner didn’t go so well as you expected.

You donned a more suitable dress for indoor use, something that doesn’t include forcing your figure in a tight corset and yet presentable enough to be shown in the family dinner. You even placed a circlet of silver flowers on your head to compensate for the dull dress you chose, the description fitting after one of the chambermaids expressed their perplexity at how simple regarding design your dress has. Your light blue skirts fanned out around you as you made your way to one of the grand dining rooms reserved for family use. The choice of the color of the dress should be enough to express that you are willing to be on good terms with the family of the person you will marry.

But your first meeting with Annie Leonhart was interestingly disappointing.

Before departing from your kingdom, you learned the royal family and even Idylle’s customs. You learned how they always valued freedom and expression above all else, compared to your home that valued their ties with the gods more than the idea of getting rid of the shackles placed by your deities. You learned how they have this festival dedicated to celebrating the love they share with their patron god and how it spanned for half a month.

Finally, you learned about the indifferent Crown Heir of Idylle, the young woman with the piercing blue oceanic eyes sitting in front of you at the dinner table. She was known for building up walls that discouraged some of her engagements with other royalties across the continent. She was so closed off that she didn’t even glance in your direction for one second. Her hair was done in an elaborate bun wrapping around her head in a braid, her small, thin diadem resting against her golden hair. Annie kept her gaze on her plate, even playing with her food mindlessly for a couple of minutes before sighing and taking a bite of the chicken the maids served. No conversation was exchanged and the dinner ultimately became one of the most awkward meals you had. The king even tried to engage his daughter for casual talk but Annie dismissed them with a hum.

The queen had to apologize to you several times after the dinner, with Annie huffing at the back and eager to get out of the room. Despite how much she was against this engagement, you still bowed at her before you retreated to your room.

Now dressed in your nightgown, you stared at the canopy of your bed, already missing your home the more you fixed your attention on the bundled-up curtains. You badly needed to hit a straw dummy with your sword to let out your frustrations. Of all the royalties present in your continent, why did it have to be you that was shipped to this measly forced marriage? There were still so many solutions that could lead to a peace treaty but why was this the only one the kings and queens could present to their courts? A sigh escaped your chest once again at the thought of actually getting to know Annie. You laid on your side, curling your legs towards your chest and prayed that the god of dreams will visit you sooner than expected.

A knock reverberated through your chambers, the sound making you sit up.

You went to the receiving room and opened the door. You kept the small hitch of your breath in your chest at the sight of Annie and her half-lidded eyes. There was no one in the hallways. You figured that she sent Reiner away for some privacy, meeting the blue irises you likened to brilliant sapphires.

“What brings you here, Your Highness?” you asked, opening the door wider.

“Annie.” She saw how your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Call me Annie, we’re betrothed after all.”

“Of course.” You smiled. “Annie,” you tested her name softly, missing the way she inhaled too sharply at your voice.

Annie reciprocated the gesture by saying your name. The two of you stared at each other and it felt like an eternity before she looked away to focus on the receiving room behind you. She noticed how your eyes held kindness underneath the star-like shine even though she showed hostility during your first dinner with her family. Your hair was disheveled and it didn’t take her a minute to realize she might have woken you up from a good night’s rest. The journey from Glaieul to Idylle was a long one. You deserve all the rest you can get, “I apologize if I woke you up but I feel like I should do this before dragging it out.” You once again raised an eyebrow so she took out a leather box, opening it to reveal a ring with a holographic gem showing teal and pink in the middle. The Leonhart family ring. “Here.”

“Oh.”

You were gawking at the beautiful piece of jewelry, with Annie taking the matter in her own hands. She took the ring out of the box and pocketed the container. Her hand reached out to hold your palm against hers, sliding the ring in your ring finger. Your hand still hovered in front of you after Annie retracted hers to find their place by her side. She continued to eye your mesmerized visage with a half-lidded gaze, clearing her throat to catch your attention. You turned to her with a small apology for spacing out.

“It’s fine,” Annie waved off. “It’s yours starting today.” She turned away from you and went down the hallways but not before saying a “Good night, [Name].”

The entire week of your stay in Idylle was uneventful, to say the least.

Annie kept her distance from you after that night she gave you their family ring. It left you thinking that you should also gift her the [Last Name] ring your family treasured for centuries. The ring was placed in a small cushioned jewelry box that you opened and propped on one of your night tables. Your conscience was telling you to give it to her but there wasn’t exactly any moment alone with her let alone just passing by her in the hallways. The blonde princess made it her mission to never let your fates meet the more time you spent in the capital. You then decided that she probably didn’t want this engagement to happen.

But she gave you the ring. Wasn’t that a strong signal that Annie accepted you as her betrothed, unlike the others before you?

You shook that thought as you focused on giving consecutive hits on the dummy in front of you. Two days before, you proposed to the king to let you have a moment alone in the training grounds for about two hours or so to keep you in shape. He reluctantly agreed, but not without a side stare at the queen. They heard of your glorious feats during the war, how you managed to become one of the Commanders of a battalion of soldiers tasked with being in the frontlines and how you won constant ambushes against Idylle’s numbers. Two hours of training became three until here you are, still not stopping as you finished every single dummy in the private training grounds. With your day spent outside, you thought it would be nice to have a nice dip in the bathtub before dinner.

In your walk towards your chambers, you spotted Annie in one of the drawing rooms, sitting in the window seats with a book of war tactics in hand. You recognized the author as one of the revolutionaries mentioned to you by your tutor.

“That’s a nice book,” you couldn’t help but mention. Annie turned to you unfazed by your interruption though there was a glint of interest in her eyes. “The book mostly describes battle formations but I think the author likened it to every situation on the battlefield. For instance, the phalanx was native to the empire of Great Findara and it was great for preventing casualties until it was overpowered by the infantry tactic of the city nation of Khisfire where every man has a role and a weapon depending on their group. The latter was more on the long-range yet melee way of taking back the territory.”

Annie hummed. “Do royal tutors of Glaieul teach this to their students?”

“Oh, no. I learned it while taking on the role of a squire.”

She once again hummed. “It completely slipped my mind that you are one of the Commanders in your military. You were ruthless as the folks in the noble plaza say, blood tainting your hands from doing raids in the border villages of Idylle.” Her tone was like a jab to your side, like an arrow tearing through your skin. “I know it was a time of war and desperate times call for desperate measures but our people didn’t deserve to experience the massacres.”

“They were far from being massacres,” you gritted your teeth.

Annie scoffed. “Then what were they? Because that’s what it looks like to me. I can still remember the story two years ago of a young girl wearing her lilac cape in the bloodbath, eyes so dull that you can see your reflection on it. What’s to say that this engagement is a hoax plotted by your parents to assassinate my family for you to win a territory you greatly needed because of the resources?” She closed her book with too much force, bitterly spitting out the next words, “The apple doesn’t fall from the tree as the saying goes.”

“If you question my being here then why did you give me your family ring, Annie?” you asked, your body now facing the tense young woman by the window. You cursed at how the light made her look angelic like the girl the god of the winds sacrificed his life to before he ascended to the heavens. “This peace treaty is everything my family wanted even though hundreds of our soldiers died in vain for not meeting the ends of what they fought for. If you’re saying that my parents placed me in an undercover predicament to add to the weight of deaths on my shoulders, I suggest you tell your father to put a stop to our betrothal. Because I don’t even want to be here, Your Highness, and it would do me such a huge honor. I would rather spend my time out with my fellow soldiers than pretending I’m some dainty princess my family sheltered when in fact, I was anything but that.

“Have a good day and I hope you enjoy the rest of the book. Chapter ten was a personal favorite of mine,” you dismissed, turning towards the direction of the apartments.

Once you reached your door, Reiner straightened his posture, faltering for a second when he noticed the cross look on your face. He chose not to say anything as he opened the door for you. You took off your boots right beside one of the armchairs of the receiving room and immediately went inside your private chambers. The glint of the ring on your night table mocked you. You stomped over the furniture and forcefully closed the small jewelry box, throwing the container inside one of the drawers.

Maybe sleep will be much kinder to you, the sheets enveloping you in an embrace you wish your mother can only give in this time of need.

You were radiant under the harsh heat of the Sun.

Annie was scheduled to have a free slot in her timetable after being included in one of the court meetings regarding the resiliency plan of some of the villages in the borders that managed to survive the Glaieulian raids. She suggested that the villages should be moved to one of the more remote villages nearer the capital, where the terrain is suitable for growing crops and starting small farms. There wouldn’t be an issue with overpopulation because the recommended village was home to the elderly and children. The newly situated families will also aid the old people as they go about their mundane activities. It was a sound suggestion and her father was also considering it. Annie hoped that would be the case as she scribbled a small note on a piece of paper. After the meeting, she stopped by one of the windows overlooking the training grounds, and there you are.

Your small argument that happened a few days before stirred some guilt in Annie’s stomach.

You weren’t even part of the raids she was talking about. They were led by a commander by the name of Erwin Smith. The stories about you that she heard were from Idyllic soldiers that suffered a lot during the war, not from the people of the villages Erwin raided. Annie couldn’t deny it but she did step out of the line by accusing you of being an assassin. That was too far-fetched. She was just stuck in her suspicions when she was supposed to be getting to know you.

All she knew about you was that you were adept with a sword and can name any tactic written in books about wars.

Annie saw a maid cleaning one of the vases in the hallway. “Miranda.”

The maid turned around, curtsying in a haste before patting her uniform. “What can I do for you, Your Highness?”

“Can you prepare a tray of iced apple juice and some cakes?”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

Annie nodded. “And can you place this note on the tray and deliver it to [Name]’s room?”

The maid was taken aback. “Well, it would be my pleasure, Princess.”

“Thank you.” With that, Annie walked away without a glance back.

Curious eyes followed the princess’ form, the maid finding herself looking at your figure sparring with Reiner and a smile instantly greeted her face. This could be a turning point in the betrothal because she could’ve sworn Annie had a small blush on her cheeks at the mention of the other princess.

After your training, a tray of sweets and a pitcher with glasses of apple juice awaited you in your receiving room. You wanted to ask Reiner if he asked some of the chambermaids to prepare the afternoon snack but a folded note caught your eye. With one hand gripping the towel around your shoulders, you read the note, your face warming up at the short yet endearing sentence.

Indulge in these, they taste better after a good training session.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, you thought as you munched on a sprinkled cookie.

Her eyes kept following a trail of gold tulle, silks, and laces, never looking away the moment her blue eyes laid themselves upon a beauty that rivaled the goddess of oneiric realms, the most ethereal goddess of the heavens. You were dressed in an off-shoulder gown with loose sleeves reaching your elbow, the bodice carefully wrapping around your torso in the most flattering way possible, and skirts adorned with silver gems. In a sea of aristocrats with fabulous dresses, you were a sight to behold in this ball dedicated to commemorate the truce between Glaieul and Idylle as well as announce the engagement between the two countries. You were starlight personified, shining in Annie’s eyes under the lights of tens of chandeliers in the ballroom.

You were on the other side of the ballroom, laughing with your friends from your home kingdom. There was a tall brunette that seemed to be star-struck because of you just like Annie, a black-haired young woman who was smiling slightly, and a blonde who was engaged in an animated conversation with you. Your smiles were refreshing, to say the least, Annie seeing it for the first time since you came to their palace. Your laughs are genuine and it came out of you so easily when in the company of your friends.

Annie visibly stiffened when you turned around and smiled at her, gesturing for her to come to join the small huddle. Your three friends tensed noticeably at her half-lidded stare, with you reassuring them that she’s not that indifferent all the time.

As if sensing Annie’s hesitance, Reiner chuckled behind her. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to introduce yourself to them, Your Highness.”

“I’m getting to that, Reiner.”

A laugh came from the blonde man. “She’s good for you. That much I can tell. The kindest soul I’ve ever met in my life.”

Again, guilt pooled in Annie’s chest. Those words are the opposite of what she spewed out to you the last time you talked. She called you a power-hungry monster who ravaged the war with no care on your shoulders. She didn’t even apologize yet. Annie sighed, “I know.” Then, she pulled up her skirts, navigated the ballroom, and stopped directly beside you. Her blue eyes scrutinized the three people you grew up with, with the brunette and black-haired woman stepping a small step forward to assert their dominance while the blonde pinched their backs to warn them not to step out of line in another kingdom. “Hello.” She transferred her eyes on you afterward, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back and rubbing it in a comforting motion. “I hope you enjoyed the ball so far.” Those words were directed to you.

You only nodded with a smile. “Annie, this is Eren, Mikasa, and Armin. They’re my friends when I was growing up in the glass castle.” Annie nodded. “Everyone, this is Annie, my fiancé.”

“We know,” Eren, the long-haired man in a low ponytail murmured with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Eren,” Armin reprimanded. He smiled at a stone-faced Annie. “Thank you for making [Name] happy! I can sense that she has a different air around her while we talked. It must be because of you.”

Annie stayed quiet, her hand coming into a still on the small of your back. It was a good thing her left hand was hidden away because they would immediately think that you didn’t accept the engagement. She glanced at the ring nestling in your finger, a perfect match against the golden train of your dress. Realizing that she created an awkward stretch of silence, Annie could only nod wordlessly before shifting her attention to you again. It seems like you’re the only one who can calm her nerves down inside the vast ballroom. She never took her gaze on you even as you continued the conversation between your friends.

Her mind was fogged with thoughts of only you throughout the ball.

The two of you excused yourself from the trio when Annie’s father called for everyone’s attention from the front of the huge chambers. “Everyone, kind souls and pure-hearted people of the continent, since tonight is all for enjoyment, the waltz of the ball will now commence.” His blue eyes went to his daughter, standing at the side of his throne. “The moment everyone is waiting for — the first waltz.”

She rehearsed this too many times for when a proper betrothal comes into play but why is her hand shaking when she outstretched it in front of you? You must have felt it because you flashed a comforting smile her way. The two of you went to the middle of the ballroom, the guests staring expectantly at the birth of a romance. They were wrong because you hate her and she hates you. Right? Her hatred for you will never waver for killing her people even though you look like a descended goddess with the lights of the chandeliers raining on you. Hatred must be fueling her heart to beat faster than ever, why she seemed to trip over her skirts and how her words stumbled in her tongue. That must be it.

The dance slowly made its way to the part where she struggled, dipping you as gracefully as she can. Before it happened, you whispered to her, “Please don’t make me fall.”

Annie’s voice was soft, for your ears only. “I promise, my princess.”

It truly was a birth of a romance, the two of you unaware of it all.

“Come on, Reiner!” You shouted at him from across the training field. “Come at me with all you’ve got.”

The blonde man hesitantly shifted into position as he eyed you. “Are you sure, princess? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” He remembered the threatening look he received from Annie before this training session and he would like all of his limbs intact, thank you very much. “I just don’t want your chambermaid to nag me again after last time.” He managed a cut on your arm your previous session and you had to wear a long-sleeved dress in such stifling weather.

You scoffed lightheartedly. “I can handle it, Reiner. You don’t have to worry about it. Plus, I can dress my wounds perfectly.”

Reiner didn’t believe that. Your skills in covering up your wounds were lacking despite being a soldier. The most you could do was apply some salve on your bruises, that was it. He had no choice because the past month he spent his days with you, you were like a persistent little child that reminded him of his younger cousin. He hoped that you two wouldn’t meet. “Alright, here I go, Your Highness.”

Parry after parry could be heard in the private training field. You were doing fine in deflecting Reiner’s sword but your ankle immediately ached after shifting your body, leaning back to avoid the sharp edge of the knight’s weapon. You let out a huff as you dropped on the ground, jolting when Reiner called for you to stay alert. Seeing the glint of his sword, you rolled away and the pain on your ankle flared, even more, traveling through your calf. It also didn’t help that you received a cut on the side of your bandaged arm. You picked yourself up despite the throbbing pain on your ankle and arm, now being on the defensive as Reiner continuously struck you with his sword. He then circled his weapon around yours, throwing your sword on the side and pushing you to the ground with the tip of his weapon. That was the time where your ankle finally twisted into a sprain.

“Ah!”

“Princess?” Reiner’s tone became alarmed, dropping to your level and taking off your boots in an instant. His hands ghosted around your swollen ankle, not knowing what to do. “Gods, Annie’s going to kill me!”

“Annie?” You asked between pants. “What does this have to do with her?”

He only shook his head, carrying you in his arms and into the palace. His steps were hurried and the maids gasped at the sight of your red ankle. “Please prepare a bucket of ice and bring it to Princess [Name]’s private chambers.” He turned to you. “Hang on for a moment, Your Highness, we’re nearing your room. Just a little bit more.” Reiner entered your room and gently placed you on your bed. “I’m going to be taking off your other shoe, Your Highness.”

“Reiner, I think I’ll take it from here.”

Reiner stiffened, slowly turning his head to the entrance of your private chambers. Annie was impatiently standing with a bucket of ice in both hands, eyes glacially set on the blonde man kneeling on the floor in front of your confused form. She didn’t care if Reiner trembled in front of her. She vividly remembered telling the knight to never hurt you (she didn’t see the cut you had last training session because Annie was in another court meeting involving the incoming tax collection of various villages). Annie glanced at your ankle, barely grimacing at the state of it before gesturing for Reiner to get out of the room. The large blonde man took his leave, bowing at the two of your hastily and closing the doors with finality.

Annie mimicked Reiner’s position, kneeling in one knee to place your injured foot on her thigh. She didn’t wear any dresses for the day and it made her look dashing. The image implanted itself in your brain. Her hands are gentle against your skin, your cheeks flaring at the contact. Her features were contorted in a downturned one that showed how bothered she was.

“How did this happen?”

Your eyes settled on the top drawer of your nightstand. “I dodged Reiner’s blow and I twisted my ankle in the process.”

“You should be more careful.”

“I’m always careful.”

Annie scoffed. “That’s clearly obvious.” She said nothing more while dipping your foot in the ice bath. She lifted her head too fast when you winced at the coldness of the water. “Deal with it. We wouldn’t want this to be worse than it already is.”

“Thanks for the concern,” you dryly mentioned.

“What makes you think that my being worried is all fake?” You’re silent, Annie choosing the moment to continue the words she didn’t have any control over. “When the maids prepared this bucket of ice in the kitchens, I was out of the council meeting. When I saw then bringing this up to your chambers, I was alarmed and my mind was a mess of thoughts concerning what happened to you.” At each word, her face held a multitude of emotions that you never saw on her. Her lips became pursed whilst you wordlessly stared at her. “I am not pretending to care for you. How could I pretend when I’m already feeling foreign emotions when it comes to you? It’s my first time feeling this way so I don’t know if I can categorize this as falling in love. But it feels like it. So, for the love of the gods, can’t you see that I’m rambling because of you?”

You didn’t reply, instead, you reached out to the drawer where you kept that ring.

“What are you doing? You should be still right now.”

You pulled out the jewelry box and flipped it open, showing the blonde the ring fashioned in a vine, the centerpiece being a group of small gladiolus flowers with diamonds in their centers.

Annie’s cheeks reddened, flustered at the pretty jewelry. “What?”

Words never came out of you as you took Annie’s left hand. The ring looked pretty on her, the two of you admiring it after you slid the engagement jewelry in her ring finger.

“I now accept you as my fiancé, my future lover, and holder of my heart. Annie Leonhart, may our eternal spring bloom for centuries, and may your god of the winds bless us with his idyllic ballads.” Annie’s eyes were wide and you can see your reflection on them, along with constellations that lit up her irises. You placed your forehead against hers, looking straight into her flushed face. “They were right, this is the birth of a romance.”

And as you two kissed for the first time, the gods were rejoicing in their thrones, each of your prayers answered — your love finally etched in a whimsical melody.

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A commission for a lovely anonymous user, or more specifically, a continuation of this Eren/Oc fic from a while back.

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“Are you hungry?” Eren asked, tentatively leaning onto the bed. He was sitting on the floor, one hand tracing patterns in the cement while the other arm held up his chin. Elvina wasn’t far away, within arm’s length, even. He wanted to reach out, to try and hold her like he had a few days ago, but he wasn’t eager to explain the ‘weird scratches’ on his arms to Mikasa again.

“No.” Her voice was muffled, barely audible. She’d pressed her back into the headboard, her legs pulled into her chest defensively. Her head was buried in a mess of limbs and fabric, curled around the worn wolf-plushy she seemed determined to keep away from him. Eren was really starting to hate that toy.

“Thirsty?” He tried, reaching up to play with the hem of her… well, his shirt, technically. It’d been a good twelve hours since she last touched a glass of anything, and even that was only a sip. Again, she shook her head.

Eren sighed, loudly. Dramatically. He knew things would be… difficult, at first, but he was expecting some arguments, a few breakdowns that would lead to him being her shoulder to cry on, and an eventual acceptance of the situation. He tried to make her temporary room seem more like home. He gave her a few more stuffed animals and books that she had in her old house, replacing the paper-thin sheets on her bed with fleece blankets and silk sheets, but it all seemed too permanent. He didn’t want to keep her here, in a carefully-decorated cage. There was a room set up for both of them upstairs, and as soon as she was ready, he’d gladly let her see it. Unfortunately, that resolution was taking longer than he thought it would.

Eren pursed his lips, pushing himself next to her. He didn’t touch her, this time, just mirroring her posture and looking straight ahead. “They’re looking for you.”

She tensed, usually not a good sign. But, at least it was something. That had to be better than the coldness she’d been giving him up to this point. “People are saying all kinds of things about you, it’s disgusting. One guy even said you were dating him, just to get on the news. There’s a rumor that you were in a cult, too, but no one really believes it.” He stopped, scanning over her. Elvina’s shoulders were starting to shake, and she made an attempt to melt further into herself. She was going to cry. “Annie hasn’t been showing up to class, either, but it’s not like she ever did. You two were friends, weren’t you? And I can’t tell if Historia is pretending not to care, or…”

“Stop,” She whimpered, softly. Her voice would probably break if she tried to say it any louder. It was more of a plea than a request, a pathetic half-beg. Eren’s heart broke, but she was talking. That had to be a victory. “Just please, stop.”

He hummed, daring to move an inch closer to her. Elvina didn’t object, too busy with maintaining her self-imposed isolation. She didn’t say anything when he wrapped a hand around her shoulders, pulling her gently into her chest. “It’s not that bad, if you think about it. I’m still here.”

At that point, she stopped trying to stay collected.

But… it was an improvement. At least he was touching her.

“My parents could be in the mafia.”

Eren snapped up, immediately shutting the textbook the moment she opened her mouth. He didn’t turn around, not getting up from his seat at the desk in the basement’s corner. Eren had taken to practically living below ground, if only to be around Elvina more often.

It was the first full sentence that’d made it past her lip in hours. Of course, Eren was used to it. Sometimes, he’d get a pseudo-conversation out of her before Elvina remembered where she was, but those times were rare. And having her initiate something… well, he should’ve been celebrating on that alone. He managed to restrain himself, just smiling and flipping through the pages in front of him. “Run that by me again?”

“My parents. They could be in the mob, or politicians,” She started, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, sheets bunched-up on her lap. Elvina thumbed the blankets nervously, seeming to enjoy the distraction. “I could have a tracking-chip in my ankle. There could be a private investigator two minutes away from finding me.”

“Is there?” There was a suggestion of something playful in his voice. Not enough to be mocking, he would never mock someone he loved, but a tease. Something friends did. Something lovers did. A few weeks ago, she might’ve responded with something sarcastic or snarky. Now, Elvina just looked like she was going to punch him.

“No…” She trailed off, pressing her lips into a straight, thin line. “You’re going to get arrested, though. Eventually.” The determination in her voice was sweet, even if it was misdirected. Elvina pulled her legs on the bed, crossing them under her. He tried not to look as she caught the chain around her ankle, pulling it into her lap. “What if I was already in a relationship and just never told you? What if I already loved someone else.”

“I’d still love you.” He didn’t have to think about it. Regardless of how old they were, or their differences, or who he had to get rid off, he’d still love her. They’d already come this far, after all. Why would he throw that away just because someone got in the way? “And there wasn’t anyone else, there couldn’t have been. We both know I was your closest friend-”

“And you stalked me,” Elvina cut in.

“And I stalked you,” He corrected. “If there was someone else, I would’ve known, and taken care of them.”

The girl shifted uncomfortably, like his dedication was the source of her anxiety. Most people would be comforted by someone being so loyal, why did she have to be different? He loved that about her, but it was starting to be… inconvenient. He needed to be patient, wait for her to come around, let her move at her own pace. But, that certainly didn’t mean he was happy about it. Just the thought of waiting for another month had him balling his fists, and very seriously considering making good-use of the hunting knives in his bedroom.

Only too intimidate her, of course. For now.

“There isn’t anyone else,” He mumbled, opening the textbook once again. Taking his mind off of less-pleasant options would probably be the safest choice. “And there won’t be. Ever.”

Eren was usually gone by the time Elvina woke up. Either heading off to work (buying extra furniture and clothes was expensive, and his dad would notice the missing money), school, or somewhere with his friends. He still cooked breakfast for them both, leaving hers on a bedside table to eat when she woke up, and only taking the time to kiss her forehead before he had to leave.

But, seeing her with thin, spotty rays of sunlight bringing out the lighter tones in her hair, watching the way she attempted to fight off the grogginess that her medication (he was grateful for his father’s occupation. All he had to do was call Grisha, complain about sleepwalking and insomnia a couple of times, and he had a prescription for night terrors in less than a day) ensured, made him wish he had the time to stick around much more often.

“Wake up, baby.” Elvina groaned as a response, attempting to push her face further into the pillow. Eren laughed, tugging the blankets away. “C’mon. It’ll be easier to fall into a schedule if you get up when I do.”

Lethargically, she blinked her eyes open, barely looking at him before she rolled over. “Are you trying to control everything I do?”

He forced himself to laugh again, this one sounding tenser. More of a warning. “What do you mean? I’m not controlling you.”

“You are,” She paused, gesturing around the room. After a few seconds, Elvina sat up, stretching lazily. “That’s what this is. That’s what all of this is. What I eat, what I wear, when I sleep, you’re controlling me.” The silence hung in the air for a moment, before Elvina crossed her arms. “Why? Do you get off on it?”

Eren was still trying to process what her accusation. Was he controlling her? No, absolutely not, he couldn’t be. He loved her, and he wanted to make her happy. That’s why she had to stay with him, so he could take care of her. This wasn’t for him, it was for her. To keep her safe, and content, and by his side. He knew it wasn’t what normal people considered love, but that didn’t make it something else, or something bad. They were just different from most couples, in a way she wasn’t used to.

He shook his head, more for himself than for her. “I’m not controlling you,” He repeated. “This is for your own good.”

By now, she was already attempting to comb through her hair, not taking the situation as seriously as she should’ve been. “Yeah, that’s what all the serial killers say-”

“I’m not controlling you!” He couldn’t stop himself from yelling, even when Elvina tensed-up. To him, it wasn’t an outburst. It was an affirmation, a truth she needed to understand. “I’m protecting you! I’m taking care of you! This is right!”

The girl still fails to see him as a threat. She begins to move towards the other side of the bed, shrugging. “Sure it is, buddy.”

Elvina moved to stand, but he doesn’t let her get that far. In one swift movement, he was leaning across the cot, his hands on her shoulders and his teeth dangerously close to her neck. “I’m not controlling you, say it.” A scream was caught in her throat, one she was smart enough to choke back down before it escaped. But, Eren wasn’t satisfied with her silence. With a short growl, he did the only thing he could think to do. He bit into her shoulder, hard. He could feel blood drip from the open wound as he pulled away, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. “Say it, or neither of us are moving.”

“Fine,” She muttered, knowing herself out of a momentary paralysis. “You’re not controlling me.” There was a slight tap on her shoulder, just enough to… encourage her to continue. “This… this is right.”

“Good girl.” He kissed over the bloody patch of skin, apologetically. He was tempted to say ‘sorry’, or promise he’d make it up to her, but that wouldn’t be necessary. Eren didn’t do anything wrong. He just… did what was best. “Now, let’s get you patched up.”

Even in the moment, Eren knew he would never forget the sound of Elvina screaming. It was muffled, sure, but that didn’t make it any better. It was desperate, last-ditch, pained. Plenty of thoughts ran through his mind as practically fell down the stairs. Did someone break-in? Were they torturing her? Was there a fire?

When he found her, lying on the floor next to her bed, chained ankle mutilated beyond the capacity of an ‘accident’, he was almost relieved. Guilt was short to follow, but she wasn’t in danger. Well, she wouldn’t be able to walk for a few weeks, but that wouldn’t be a problem. Hesitantly, he knelt next to her, prying her arms away from the injured leg she was cradling. He traced over the injury lightly, watching her flinch at the contact. “You did this?”

Attempting to collect herself, she nodded. When she opened her mouth, her voice broke, the words more of a whine than a full sentence. “I’m sorry, just help me. Please.”

It was cute, Eren thought. She was dependant on him. But, he didn’t want Elvina to be in pain. He’d have to make this quick. “And you want me to take care of you?” Another nod, just as frantic as the last. “Are you going to try this again?”

“No, never!” He knew she didn’t mean it, no one could mean anything when they were in so much pain. That didn’t change the way his throat tightened, or how all he wanted to do was lean into those promises. But it was nice to hear, and no one would be able to blame him for taking advantage of her mistakes.

Sighing dreamily, he fished the chain’s key out of his pocket (he always kept it with him, just in case), starting to unlock the shackle. It only took a few seconds to gather her in his arms, letting her cling to his neck. He could feel her pressing her face in his chest, her breathing evening out as the weight was taken off her injury.

She was holding onto him, willingly. And if this taught her anything, she’d never let go again.

Another day, another series of testing classes that Eren had to get through. It was worth it, though, something he realized every time he got to come home and snuggle into his darling’s side.

Elvina had taken to spending most of her time on the upper levels Eren’s… their home, either reading or sleeping until he got home. Today, he found her all curled-up and cozy on a couch in the guest bedroom, one of the windowless rooms he could keep her in without having to worry too much. He grinned as he laid next to her, clinging onto her back as she tried to act like she didn’t wake up.

He’d been worried about ‘letting her roam’, at first. She wanted to wander around the house on her own, but there were clear problems with that. If someone passed by during the day, they might see her through the window, recognize Elvina, and call the police. So, they compromised. Eren would take her anywhere she wanted to go before he left the house, and she’d stay there, locked-up and safe, until he came back. It was a routine that worked. One that she seemed grudingly alright with.

“I had the worst day,” He mumbled, pressing his face into her shirt. She shifted, but didn’t try to push him away, just moving to give him more room. “But it’s better, now that I’m with you.”

Elvina didn’t say anything, just humming in response. He could hear her opening the book she’d been reading that morning, but he didn’t argue against it. She didn’t love him yet, not really, and he knew that. She was starting to accept him, however. Starting to respond neutrally, instead of complaining. Tolerating his advances, even if they were more platonic than he would’ve liked. Understanding that he relied on her, and she would need to rely on him, too.

“I wish you loved me,” He said, pulling her closer. Maybe they could fall asleep together, that’d be sweet. Sappy, but sweet.

He could feel her swallow, relaxing in his arms. “Yeah, me too.”

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years

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DOTW 23 - Start

Cuddling with Levi, Eren wasn't looking forward to tomorrow. He'd said he would go stay with Marco before he and Levi had finally started dating, and now he didn't want to go, but Marco wouldn't come stay with them. Something about nesting instincts and needing Jean's scent around him. He just... really didn't want to go. The whole sleep walking thing was also weighing heavily on his mind. He didn't want to hurt Marco or the baby "You're thinking again" "Mmm. Sorry" "Do you want to talk about it?" "No. It's ok. I was just thinking about Marco" Levi sighed softly "You know I can come around and check on you both, and we can text and call" "Marco said he needed it to be a neutral space. Whatever that means" "It means he doesn't feel right about having the smell of anyone but pin dick around. It's a pregnancy thing" "But you're my boyfriend" "And he's going to be scared without Jean there. You're very brave for saying you'd stay with him" Great. He'd kind of hoped maybe Levi would "ground" him, even though that was completely horrible and he didn't want to do that to Marco. Levi had let him become so selfish... and fat. He'd noticed it today. He couldn't see his ribs anymore, unless he reached it up. He felt sick seeing it. He knew he was still underweight, Hanji had said so, but he felt fat. Dancers were supposed to be thin and beautiful... but he wasn't a dancer anymore "What's wrong? Something else is on your mind" "It's nothing much. I just want to lay here and cuddle with you, and Titan" "Where's Titan?" "Under the blankets, he's got his back to mine" "I feel replaced. All I got was farts and a bum to the face" "He still loves you" "He better. I'm the one paying for his fat arse to live in luxury" Eren laughed softly. Levi always threw his walls up when he was saying something nice, especially about Titan. He'd even done it to him a few times since they'd started dating. He still couldn't believe Levi wanted him "You'd be lost without him" "Maybe... we should sleep" "I don't want to sleep" "You need sleep" "I want to spend as much time as possible with you before I go to Marco's" "As sweet as that is, I have work in the morning, remember?" "Fine, you can turn the light off" "You don't need to sound so disappointed" "I'm... I miss you already" "Let's sleep then. We can spend the morning before work together, then there's the drive over" They had to leave earlier than Levi usually would because of the drive. If they didn't, Levi wouldn't make it to work in time. Perhaps it was the worry of staying with Marco, but Eren's dreams that night were nightmares. Instead of the faces of the alphas who'd hurt him. Who'd left him chained and starved him, it was Levi. Levi hurting him. Levi beating him. Levi leaving him. A cold sweat clung to his body, as he snapped awake. His ankles throbbing as if still in those chains, while his heart was racing. Beside him, Levi was still sleeping. An arm around his waist and a smile on his lips. Thank god. Levi was still here. He hadn't left him. Rolling in Levi's hold, he kissed his boyfriends lips softly. Levi had no idea how much he meant to him "Mmm, Eren?" Sighing softly, Eren settled back against his pillow. Levi sleeping leaning forward to kiss him and poking him in the eye with his cold nose "You ok?" "Yeah. Go back to sleep" Kissing him again, this time Levi managed not to poke him in the eye. Laying with their chests practically against each other, the alpha slung his leg over Eren's hip, before letting out a content sigh. He could feel how hard Levi was. It wasn't unusual or as scary waking to find his boyfriend hard, because Levi never pushed for more. Even the times Eren had woken to find he'd had a wet dream, Levi respected him and his body, never once making a fuss over it. It'd gotten so bad, Eren now had to wear pads to bed, or risk soaking through his pants with slick. Still. He didn't mind. Well, he did, but sleeping with Levi, like this, made it all worth it. Feeling a little braver, he rolled his hips against Levi's, enjoying the breathy moan Levi gave. Even if he wasn't ready for sex, he'd spent the last few days thinking that he maybe wanted to try touching Levi again more intimately. After all, Levi was the only alpha he was ever going to be with. The man had done so much for him, he'd even found him a new counsellor after the sleep walking thing. Unlike with Thomas, his new counsellor had let Levi come in for the first appointment, and listened as his boyfriend carefully explained his anxieties for him. The first appointment had really been a kind of meet and greet, and the second one had been three days later, where he felt much better about talking with her because she knew who Levi was and his importance to him. It was hard to relive things and explain them all over again, building a new relationship up between them, and though he'd only been to those two appointments, he wasn't as scared for the third like he had been with Thomas. She'd even said that if things got too hard, Levi could sit in. He didn't want Levi knowing his past. Not when he was trying so hard to get over it and have a future with Levi. Grinding harder, Levi let out another sexy moan "If you keep that up, I'm going to kiss the shit out of you" "Maybe that's what I want" Opening his eyes, Levi searched his "Eren" "I... I've been thinking about this. I think I want to touch you and I want you to touch me. Not like sex... just... touching?" "Are you sure? I know you're nervous about staying with Marco" "This isn't about Marco. This about me. I want to learn not to be scared, and I want to do it with you" "Come here, you" Rolling Eren onto his back, Levi smoothly climbed between his legs. Wrapping them around his waist, his rising erection brushed Levi's as the alphas lips found his all over again. Focusing on the sensations their kisses brought, he slowly let himself relax. The nightmare was just that. A nightmare. It might have been his reality for years, but this was his reality now. Rocking against him as they kissed, Eren began to move, grinding up and trying not to panic at how good it felt. Their erections trapped between their bellies, and clothes. With clothes on, Levi couldn't see his body. He couldn't see the scars he hid while working as a dancer, or his belly. With his clothes on, he could hide his flaws. Arousal filled the air as their scents mixed, Eren gasping for breath as he mewed, exposing his neck for Levi. His boyfriend wouldn't just mark him, but he'd given him a hickey once and Eren loved seeing the mark every time he looked in the mirror. A little tiny spot of proof. Proof he was Levi's "Shit brat. Fuck... you make me so fucking horny" Not really sure what to do with his hands, he slid the up Levi's shirt holding onto his sides "Levi... feels good" "Are you close?" "Yeah" Starting to nip and kiss neck like he wanted, Eren groaned, his rutting against Levi growing more desperate until finally "Levi!" Coming hard, Levi moaned against his neck. The alpha rocking twice before letting out another moan. Both sweaty and panting, Eren immediately felt stupid tears "Eren?" "I'm ok" "You're scent's changed" Pulling him up, Levi sat him in lap, Eren's legs still wrapped around him as his boyfriend started rocking him "I'm here" "I know" "Too much?" "N-no" "Then why are you upset?" "B-because it felt good" "It's supposed to feel good. I felt good too" "But you didn't put it in me" Levi snorted, a smirk on his lips "No. But making you feel good made me feel good" "Are you sure?" "You made me come in my pants. You might not know this, but I hate filth" "I noticed... you always reclean what I clean" "And you still made me come in my pants, because being with you feels good. Even with clothes on" "It feels sticky" "That's because you came too" "It's... it's not dirty?" "No Eren, it's not dirty. Though we both need showers" "I... I don't think I can shower with you" "Ok. Then why don't you shower first?" "I don't want to lose your scent" "You're not losing my scent. I know you've got my spare work jacket packed, and one of my shirts to sleep in" "I'm scared I'll hurt him" "You're not going to hurt Marco or the baby. I know you're not" Nodding against Levi, both of them stayed like that until it just felt really gross and cold from their cum "I... I think I want to try this again... not now, but soon" "Then I'll look forward to it" Eren clung to Levi's side once they were both showered. His arms around his boyfriend as Levi made them breakfast, even though Levi had asked him repeatedly to let him go so he didn't get hurt. He didn't want to let Levi go. Even if he was being a bad omega. He was so scared Levi would get hurt and die while he wasn't there. He didn't want to be the last to know. Everyone seemed to think he couldn't handle the truth. He'd had to work out on his own that Hanji's pregnancy hadn't stuck. No one told him that. He just noticed it in her smell and lack of swell. His heart ached for her, knowing how much she wanted a child. A thought that had become much more appealing now he was with Levi. Levi would make an amazing father. He knew society shunned "old" parents, but as long as they weren't like way old, he didn't see the problem. Jean was gone by the time they got there. Marco was already crying over the loss of his mate. His sobs making his stomach and boobs bounce as he stood in the doorway looking lost. Wanting to respect Marco's wishes of not having another alpha's scent in his home, Levi kissed him goodbye on the front door step, waiting for Marco to answer the door before leaving them. Walking into Marco and Jean's house, it wasn't what he'd expected from his friend. Everything seemed to be styled more towards Jean and his bad taste in sports obsession. Jean really didn't seem like a jock alpha though. Settling down on the sofa with Marco, Marco sprayed him down with scent canceller, ruining the traces of Levi on him. On the plus side, his friend couldn't smell how distressed this made him. It was going to be a very long two weeks. * Keeping up with Marco's moods was impossible. Horny. Hungry. Angry. Hungry and a sobbing mess. All before breakfast. He missed Jean. Marco missed Jean and he wasn't doing too well. Being the only one in the house with him, Eren had the front row seat. Living with Marco meant having Jean's scent around him constantly, something in the lingering scent left him feeling drained. Levi's scent was like sunshine to him, while Jean's just filled him with a deep unease. His omega rejecting the smell of an alpha that wasn't his own, while dealing with Marco's mood on top of it... he was struggling. He had to be very careful to make sure his own scent was muted with cancellers so as to it upset Marco, but it was hard. Especially when Marco made him share a bed with him. With his friend getting up every five minutes, every fucking night, he hardly got to sleep, and when he did, his dreams were never pleasant. He didn't know how much more he could take. 5 days seemed like it would be a life time and a half. He'd already had Levi swing by twice when it all got a bit too much, and he'd had to skip his counselling appointment because Marco didn't want to be alone. Marco had been especially moody all day, so when they finally climbed into bed for the night, Eren waited until Marco started to snore before calling Levi. Tears in his eyes over it all. Marco had snapped at him, when all he'd been doing was their dishes. He'd washed them carefully, placing them on the already wiped down counter so he could put them away. Marco had snapped over them still being out. He couldn't help it. He couldn't magic the dishes away like in some movie. When Levi didn't answer, he felt even worse. And then he felt guilty for calling his boyfriend when he must be at work. Eventually he cried himself quietly to sleep. When Eren woke next, he could smell something wasn't right. The space between him and Marco was soaked. Great. Marco had wet himself once while he'd been sleeping, and now it seemed like he'd done it again. Pushing the blankets back, he released it wasn't the smell of piss. Marco's arse was wet, his friend moaning in his sleep. Placing his hand on Marco's shoulder, he shook him awake. Marco letting out a long pained whine as he woke, his hands flying to his stomach "Marco?!" "Eren... I... the baby" "What's wrong with the baby?" "I... I think the baby's coming..." What. No. Marco had weeks to go. He couldn't go into labour now. Not now. He couldn't drive. Marco couldn't drive. Not while he was in labour. Whining again, Marco rolled onto his back "Fuck... Eren. Eren, it's coming" How was that his problem? He didn't know what the fuck to do! He was fucking freaking out. No. He couldn't. He couldn't freak out. He needed to help Marco! "Marco, are you having contractions?" "No. I'm just in pain for no fucking reason. Shit. I'm sorry" "Ok. I'm going to call Levi. I'll call Levi, he knows what to do" "I need to go to hospital" "He's a paramedic. He knows what to do" "Eren..." "You call Jean. Call Jean and tell him what's happening. While I call Levi. How far apart are you contractions?" "I don't... I don't know. Eren... Jean. I can't do this without him" "I know, ok. Ok. I need my phone" Begging Levi to pick up, his boyfriend finally answered his fucking phone on the third redial "Eren?" "Levi. Marco's in labour... what do I do?" Levi swore loudly, yelling something out to probably Erwin "Eren, I need you to stay calm for me. Has Marco's water broken?" "Y-yes... his contractions... are..." He had to gauge it from Marco hissing and holding his stomach, then try to remember how far apart they were, while panicking and not letting it show "About two minutes apart..." Levi swore again. Eren didn't like the way it sounded "Ok. Ok... fuck. Ok. Eren, I want you to see how dilated Marco is. It sounds like he's already skipped a few steps" "How what?" "How open he is..." "I..." "Eren, there's a major emergency in progress. I can't get there right now, but I can talk you through everything until we get there" "No. Levi. I can't do this" "You have to. I know you can do this. I know you're afraid, but Marco and the baby need you. Put your phone down, and check on Marco for me" He didn't want to lose Levi's voice, but Marco was already sobbing into the phone to Jean. His friend smelt so fucking scared. Levi was right... "Marco, I need you to take your pants off for me" "What? Why?" "I need to see how dialated you are" The word didn't sound like how Levi said it... Marco began shaking his head "Marco, Levi and Erwin are coming. I need you to stay on the phone, keep talking to Jean, but first, pants need to come off" Marco wasn't exactly helpful with getting his thin pyjama bottoms off and soon Eren was looking at more of his friend than he wanted to see. He had no idea how doctors and nurses could take looking at vaginas and arseholes. This was definitely not a job for him. Marco was already slicking like crazy, probably to help with birth, his hole open and puffy... grabbing his phone back up, his voice shook "Levi, what do I do?" "I need you measure how open he is" "What?" "Use your fingers and tell me how open Marco is" "Ugh! Sorry Marco" Marco moaned as his fingers touched his friends opening. Cringing as he closed his eyes, his fingers slipped inside his friend with no resistance. He shouldn't be doing this. Nope. Uh ugh. No way. Pulling them free, he whimpered to himself "Eren?" "He's um... looser than 3 fingers" Levi swore again "Ok. Ok. Make sure he's comfortable. We'll be there as soon as we can be" "Wait. What does that even mean?! Levi?" "It means the baby is coming, and it's too late for Marco to be driving himself. There's been a 16 car pile up, traffics backed up. We are coming. Ok, but you need to take control of this. Marco's instinct will kick in. But it's going to be messy. His body will tell him when it's time to push. You have a little while. Try and make sure he's relaxed as possible. He might want to get up and walk around, or stretch. He can shower if he wants to" "Levi" "Eren, you can do this" In the background Erwin called out Levi's name "Eren, I'll call you right back" "No! No, Levi. Please" "I know you've got this" He didn't have this. He didn't have this at all! He needed Levi, but with such a big accident, he supposed to everyone else, giving birth wasn't as big of a deal. * Levi was rushing to get to Eren. Of all the nights for Marco to go into labour, it had to be the night of one of the worst car crashes in Shinganshima's history. A truck's load had been too big to fit under the underpass, pealing back the top of the truck and sending debris everywhere. The first three cars had taken the brunt of the debris, causing the crash pile up. 6 had died, 4 were in a critical condition. The truck drive had had a heart attack, and traffic was backed up for kilometres. It'd happened a little before 9, but there'd been some sporting thing on, causing the unusually high levels of traffic. So yeah. Tonight was the worse night possible. Then the patient they were transporting had crashed. Erwin forced to do CPR while Levi drove. The usually clear Emergency lane was filled with impatient trash, trying to creep their cars around the accident and ultimately clogging the side of the road. When they finally reached the hospital, he'd gone to call Eren back, finding his phone flat. His boyfriend sounded panicked. He didn't blame him. Male birth was harder than female. Male omegas didn't always dilate as far as women. He was anxious, agitated and exhausted. Erwin was taking forever to do the hand off, and instead of worrying about the life of the young woman they'd been trying to save, all he could think about was Eren. Praying his omega was alright. Marco's instincts would help him, but Eren was just along for the ride. When Erwin climbed back into the ambulance, his face was grim. His friend probably wanted nothing more than to take 5 minutes to recenter himself, but they didn't have five fucking minutes "Did you call Eren?" "Phones dead" "Do you know the address?" "Vaguely" He'd been there a grand total of three times. The last two times because Eren was struggling to deal with Marco's needs. They'd cuddled in the car, sharing a few kisses, until Eren finally headed back inside to take care of Marco. His boyfriend was so fucking strong. There was no way he could put up with Marco's tantrums, even if the omega's body was flooded with hormones he couldn't control, and filled with fear for his alpha who wasn't there. Pulling up at Marco and Jean's house, his heart was racing. Erwin jumping out to grab his kit, while Levi jogged up to the front door, which was still locked. Eren told him about the key they kept under a pink pot, just in case some kind of emergency had happened, and Levi was certain this was an emergency. Finding the small key under the dirty pot, he let himself in "Eren?! Marco?!" He'd never been in the house before, but following his nose, he found Marco's room "Eren? Marco?" "Shh" Kicking open the bedroom door with his foot, he couldn't help but smile at the sight. Other than the blood and after birth. Marco was staring down at the tiny life in his arms, Eren sitting beside him. It'd been a completely shit situation, but his boyfriend had gotten Marco through it "Where were you?" "Sorry. We were delayed, and then my phone died" Walking over to Marco, Levi squatted down. The omega was drenched in sweat, stinking of pain and exhaustion but he didn't seem to notice at all "It's a girl" "Congratulations, Marco" "Her name is Mina Rose Kirstein" Eren nodded, "She's only a few minutes old... I don't know if I did everything right, and she still needs to be cleaned" Eren and Marco both needed to be cleaned, Eren had blood on his hands and arms, while Marco was still exposed "Erwin's bringing the kit. We'll have a little look at her, and he'll get you cleaned up" "Thank you... she's so perfect" "She is. She looks just like you" Eren kissed Marco's temple, but something was off with him. Coming into the bedroom, Erwin spoke softly "Congratulations" "Thank you. She's perfect" "How old is she now?" Eren piped up "About 10 minutes" No wonder they were both so exhausted. When he focused on Eren, he could see how badly his boyfriend was shaking "I'll call it through, let Mike know we're coming in. Levi, I'll let you examine her" "Ok, don't worry Marco, I'll just move to the other side of the bed. I wouldn't dare take her too far away. Has she had a feed yet?" "No... not yet. I can't stop staring at her" The little girl was perfect. Her cord hadn't been cut, just tied off with what looked like a piece of pillow slip. Tidying her up for Marco, the baby girl really was adorable. Her breathing and heart rate good. Sending Eren for warm water and towels, his boyfriend came back blood free. The water on the cooler side of warm. With very careful movements, he cleaned her down. Marco trying to pay more attention to her than to Erwin between his legs. There was a fair amount of tearing, so he'd definitely be spending a couple of days in hospital for it. While they were doing their jobs, Eren had disappeared again, reappearing with two soft blankets, baby clothes and a nappy. His boyfriend really did think of everything. Knowing she'd be poked at all over again at hospital, Levi placed her in her nappy, socks, beanie and light green shirt, before bundling her carefully for Marco to take back "She's perfect. Everything looks good" "Eren, you'll call Jean right?" "Yep. I just need to grab your go bag" Erwin stayed with Marco in the back of the ambulance, while Eren rode in the front. Jean was apparently flying back, though he'd spent most of the birth on the phone with Marco. His boyfriend was crying softly, and thought it was completely against regulations, and healthy and safety, Eren was laying down with his head against Levi's leg. He knew Eren wouldn't abandon Marco until Jean arrived, but they really needed to talk. It looked to him like Eren was suffering and that wasn't ok. * Eren was exhausted. Marco was cuddling with his daughter, while Eren just wanted to run. Logically he knew nothing Marco had said to him during the birth had counted, but three fucking hours had passed before Levi showed up. 3. He knew it was going to take a while. But three hours. He'd had to deliver Marco's baby, while his usually mild mannered friend hurled all kinds of abuse at him. He hadn't been able to talk to Levi or Erwin, both alphas had to return to working, probably at the accident site. With Marco and Mina sleeping, Eren was watching over them, waiting for Jean to arrive. Once Jean was finally there, he'd figure out how to get back to Levi's. He definitely didn't want to go back to Marco's. Marco had been in so much pain, and there had been way more blood than he'd expected. He still felt cold and sick from seeing it all, even if he'd felt a rush when Mina had been born. As the door to Marco's room swung open, the scent of an omega in heat, hit him in the face "Marco!" Jean. In that instant he became furious. Marco had worked hard to deliver Mina, and Jean dared to show up smelling like another omega?! Snarling! He rose from the visitors chair, marching over it Jean and grabbing by the arm, forcibly dragging him back out into the hall "Eren? What the fuck?" "How fucking dare you!" Jean's eyes narrowed "How fucking dare you! You show up now. After Marco's exhausted from delivering your baby girl! And you stink like another omega! An omega in heat! He fucking loves you and what? You were off fucking someone else! Did you think about what the would do to him?!" Slugging Jean in the face, the alpha growled "You're fucking crazy!" "I can fucking smell it on you! Marco loves you! He adores you! And you cheated on him!" "Wait? What?! I didn't cheat on Marco" "You smell like an omega!" Jean started to laugh "I knew you were insane. I knew you were dangerous, but Marco liked you! I didn't fucking cheat on him. Just because your alpha doesn't give it to you like he should, doesn't mean you get to make up lies to get between Marco and I!" "You smell like omega! You reek of it! How's Marco going to feel? You showing up after everything, and smelling like another omega!" "A fucking omega went into heat on the plane! I never touched her, she tried to get at me, but I never fucking touched her! Do you know how I feel? I missed the birth of my fucking daughter and you had to deliver her! Thank you for delivering her. Now stay the fuck away from my family you fucking jealous freak! I would never cheat on Marco he is the love of my life" "You can't go in there like that" "What?" "You smell of omega. Go ask the nurses for scent canceller" "I... why the fuck should I do anything you say?" "Marco's upset and hormonal from the birth. He might jump to the same conclusions I just did. For his sake, go spray yourself, then go meet your daughter" Jean gaped at him, Eren crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall by Marco's door "I'll wait here" "Fine" It was hard not to fall apart. He'd gotten so mad. Mad enough to snarl and hit Jean. He didn't particularly like Jean, and had jumped to the wrong conclusion. He was right. He was a fucked up freak. Marco deserved a much better friend than he was. Marco deserved everything good, and so did little Mina. He'd just... he didn't want Marco being hurt. Not when he was so vulnerable... and even with the things he'd said. When Jean came back, he longer smelt of omega. Ignoring Eren completely, he stalked into Marco's room, closing the door behind him. Eren now shut out. Confused and hurting, Eren started walking. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to climb into bed with Levi and cuddle until he felt better. Purring as he walked, he started to hiccup as he cried harder. He didn't know how to get home. He knew Levi's building, but he couldn't remember the actually street address. Reaching the front of the hospital, he sank down on the same bench where he'd met Erwin, not that he actually remembered it. Drawing his knees up, he slid his phone out his pocket. His battery was nearly dead, the bright light practically blinding. He didn't know who to call. Hanji and Moblit were both swamped. Levi and Erwin were at work. Jean and Marco were with Mina. He didn't have anyone else. Breaking down further he sobbed and sobbed. He felt all alone again. Like he had nobody again. Left out in the cold, the sun started rising while he was still sitting outside. He might have been left there forever if someone hadn't come along "Excuse me, are you alright" Sniffing, he wiped at his face. Looking up, he couldn't make the blurry figure out "Eren?" "S-sorry... do I know you?" "I'm Mike. I work with Hanji. Are you alright?" Mike. He knew that name... his brain was too taxed to provide details though "I... can't get home" "You can't get home?" Sniffling he wiped at his still streaming eyes "Levi and Erwin are working. So is Hanji and Moblit. I... don't know who to call" Sitting down next to him, Mike pulled his own phone out "It's a little after 6... Moblit should be off soon. Geez, you're freezing. How long have you been out here?" "I don't know" "Alright. You're living with Moblit aren't you?" "N-no. Levi" "You live with Levi?" "He... he's my boyfriend" "Wow. No one told me that. Right. Let me try calling him" "He... his phone is flat" "It's a good thing I have Erwin's number then" "I don't want to disturb them" "You won't be. Did they leave you here? You came in with that omega and newborn, didn't you?" "Marco and Mina... his alpha came" "And you've been out here since?" He felt stupid when Mike said it like that. Hiding his face again, he just wanted to go home "You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" "N-no" When Mike started talking again, he knew he wasn't the one he was talking to. Laughing about something, Mike nudged him gently "Levi and Erwin have another few hours left, but Levi said I can go ahead and give you a lift back. I just need to grab his key from Hanji" "But... you don't know me" "Levi and Hanji, are both my friends. Besides, can you imagine how angry Levi would get if I didn't make sure his boyfriend got home alright" "I don't want to put you out" "It's fine. Levi's apartment isn't that far my own" "Then... thank you" "I'll be right back" Mike was nice, Eren decided. He kind of remembered him, from the hospital. The alpha had blasted the heat to warm him up, then trusted him with the key to Levi's apartment, not wanting to upset him further. So yeah. Mike was nice. Dropping him off, the alpha stayed long enough to make sure he'd gotten inside. He didn't push or ask him what was wrong, instead he chatted off an on at him about Levi, and how happy he was that Levi had finally found someone who understands him. Mike however was forgotten as soon as he stepped into Levi's apartment. The first thing he did was shower. Scrubbing away Marco's scent, he threw up down the shower floor. He tried so hard to be there for his friend. It didn't feel like he deserved any of the abuse... maybe from Jean, but Marco had said he "could never understand what he was feeling" and that he "was surprised someone so loose wouldn't have a pup already". The cherry on top being "you're never going to go through this because no one wants you". Marco has apologised for it all. But it sounded like an after thought. Like when someone insults you, filling meaning it, then saying "just joking" after it. Maybe Marco was right. No one was going to want him. Levi probably didn't even want him. He'd tried so fucking hard to be good, but Levi still left him at the hospital with Marco. They didn't even get to talk. Not really. He'd delivered a fucking baby, and no one had told him he'd done a good job. Jean was the closest there. What if there was something wrong with Mina? It would be all his fault. * Levi had thought his day was done, until another fucking crash happened almost right in front of them. Traffic was flowing again, Levi asleep on his feet. More then ready to collect Eren and head home. Then... life decided nope. Stuck attending the scene, he was forced to wait even longer to see Eren. The idiot behind the wheel hadn't noticed the light change, and he'd been stuck waiting for the fire department, to cut the wanker out the car. So when Mike called Erwin to tell him Eren needed a lift home, he felt even fucking worse. He was the one who was supposed to be taking care of his boyfriend. He was the one who was supposed to be the one his omega could rely on. Yet again. He'd let him down. At least Mike would get Eren home safely. His boyfriend had had an exceptionally long night, and would probably already be in bed by the time he got home.

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