#so yeah eren will probably just sit there and stay cool but he will definitely have his fuck-around-and-find-out face on

[ficsforeren]

ok ok hear me out..

you know those award shows? ok, so what is tls song eren had to go to one and he brought y/n obviously and they were seated but some dude was getting an award and was like "and i just wanna say y/n you look so good tonight"

likeeeee ahhhhh what would eren do? some dude on stage hitting on his girl like oooooo anyway so yeah

OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAHA EREN'S GONNA LOOK LIKE THIS

#NO FR FR THE CAMERA IS GOING TO GET A CLOSE-UP SHOT OF HIS FACE AND HE'LL BE LOOKING LIKE THAT #HIS NAME WOULD TREND ON TWITTER FOR 3 DAYS #HIS FANS WILL BE LIKE: BITCH WAKE UP NEW EMPIRE MEME JUST DROPPED #LMAOOOO ASLKDFJALSKDF #I don't think he's gonna step up to the stage and go all will smith on that guy since he's just complimenting his wife #plus levi is probably there just GLARING at him like: IF YOU MAKE A SCENE JAEGER I SWEAR I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP #and yn is super sweet about it too like she'll be holding her husband's hand #saying: calm down it's just a compliment i love you honey #so yeah eren will probably just sit there and stay cool but he will definitely have his fuck-around-and-find-out face on #i'm laughing this is so cute #kana answers stuff #the last song canon #in another life canon #queue

[aetheternity]

How they simp ft the Aot boys

This is both Aot universe and Modern universe. I’ll separate them accordingly. 

(The charismatic simp): Jean  

•Aot verse:

☆ He's gonna become your friend as soon as he realizes he has a crush on you and he'll do everything in his power to stay by your side when that happens.

☆ He'll slide into the first available seat next to you in the mess hall and bring extra bread so that he can slide it onto your plate if you're extra hungry.

☆ If you spend a lot of time in the library he'll find a book similar to whatever he'd seen you reading before. (Of course he has to ask Armin what kind of books would be similar to your current choice.)

☆ And once he knows your favorite genre he'll head to the library late at night and grab a couple from that genre. Bookmarking his favorite pages so he can talk to you about it and you'll think he's super smart. (He's definitely fallen asleep with many books on his lap, chest and head since he started crushing on you.)

☆ If you have a hobby that's more interactive like sewing or flower picking he'll offer to carry your little basket or wear the thing you're currently stitching up so you can work better.

☆ And yes he did get caught wearing flowers in his hair by Eren. But it was because you'd smiled so fondly at him while sticking daisies in his brown hair. Giggling so cutely when they fell out. And he was gonna take that memory to his fucking grave regardless of what titan idiot had to say about it.

☆ And yes he did get caught wearing a skirt that you were fixing for Historia. By both Connie and Levi.

☆ Levi who went pale in the face and looked as though he was secretly praying for his own demise to come soon as he slowly closed the door and walked away.

☆ And Connie who laughed so hard he choked on his own spit and had to be helped to the infirmary because he was now coughing every time he breathed. So Karma ig 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

☆ He just has to touch you..

☆ Oh God he wants to. He's gonna find a way. Whether it's a little shoulder nudge when you're complimented during meetings by higher ups. Or pats on your back.

☆ If you confide in him about your lack of confidence before a mission he's gonna sit with you and talk you through your feelings.

☆ He does this thing where he leans into you when talking. Rests his hand on your lower back as his breath touches your ear. Whispers sweet compliments into your ear because you need that shit.

☆ And it's good enough to make your toes curl.

☆ Guides you by the wrist through thick crowds so you don't get overwhelmed or lost and sometimes you expect it so you reach out for him and the two of you end up holding hands instead.

☆ He's become your little nurse. Like of course he's worried when you get hurt but there's also the opportunity to fix you up. So silver linings 🙄.

☆ If you're allergic to anything he doesn't have it in his first aid kit. Sometimes you'll get like the smallest little bruise on your knee of some shit. And it's not even from training, you just happened to trip while cleaning the stables and now: thumb sized bruise. But he's like "I don't care, sit so I can clean it."

☆ "It could get infected!" He'll try to convince you but like no, no it couldn't come on now it wasn't even really bloody..

☆ If you just so happen to have extra chores he'll go out and bring you some water then offer to help. Or he'll just ask Levi if he can go help you.

☆ "Those boxes could be heavy." He'll tell the Captain. "We don't need anyone getting unnecessarily injured before the next mission." And of course Levi knows what he's doing and sends him to go help because he honestly doesn't wanna listen to this anymore.

☆ If you have back problems or even if you don't he wants to carry your bag. No you don't get a say in it. But you can go ahead and argue with him if you want to.

• "I just think it looks too heavy."

• "Jean, I'm ok I promise."

• "Ok how about this? Let me hold it for a couple minutes then I'll give it right back."

☆ Yeeeaah. You're not getting your shit back. He's gonna walk you all the way to your designated location and then put the bag down where you need to be for that time period. Even if it completely inconveniences him.

☆ And he won't tell you that he had a meeting that he's now over 12 minutes late to. You don't need to know it'd just worry you for no reason.

☆ He has adapted some sort of like sixth sense when it comes to you. Like sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night to pee and just so happens to walk past your bedroom door as you're reading a book on the floor or crying or something.

☆ And now he's sitting with you even though his organs are currently failing.

☆ He'll bring you a glass of water or tea or whatever you want. You want food? He'll find it. Want a book? He'll go get it.

☆ Sometimes he sits in bed with you and just lets you cuddle up to him or reads you a book as you lay on his chest listening to the unsteady beats of his heart. Unsteady cause ya know it's you laying on him. And yeah his face is becoming redder by the second but he can't stop staring at your sleeping face. Even if you snore louder than a titan stomping he doesn't give a single fuck.

☆ At some point everyone thinks you two are dating and they talk to you both as if this is the case but you're not! At least not until Jean finally explains that yes, he does have, "Feelings for you." Tells you exactly how long in fact because to him it's crucial.

☆ When he kisses you it's the type of kiss that makes you suck in air. He takes you by the shoulders, slowly looking for even the smallest bit of hesitation in your face and presses his lips to yours. When you pull away you're lightheaded, pupils blown as you look at him with stars in your eyes.

☆ "Oh.. wow." Is all you mutter.

☆ Good luck, you just fed his giant ego.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Jean is more shy and reserved. He'll definitely try to become your friend but he probably has a lot less opportunities to get you alone.

☆ If you both work at the same place you're probably both confined to your own spaces and if you both go to the same school you might have separate classes.

☆ So here's what he's doing: finding anyway, shape or form to invite you out.

☆ He got an extra ticket to a concert. He'll just not tell Connie and invite you to come with him. Because you know.. you deserve a break after work right? There's a new restaurant opening near him? Cool he's already on the phone telling you their entire menu. (He might have memorized it before calling but he won't tell you he's reading off the menu.)

☆ Sometimes he might go to your desk and leave you something sweet or cute. Like candy or little desk ornaments but he's always too shy to write a note that has his name at the bottom so he settles for staying anonymous. His heart immediately grows three sizes when he sees you playing with the desk ornament he left or eating the candy while typing away at the computer.

☆ He'll look out your favorite band so he can find out when they'll come to the city where you guys live and buy the tickets. Maybe he stays up all night, what does it matter sleep is for the weak.

☆ Or he'll find out your favorite restaurant and go there when he knows you might be going so he can just happen to run into you. No obviously it's not creepy. 😑

☆ If he can't seem to connect with you plan b is to pimp out Sasha. He just has to connect with you! So he'll get Sasha to find out any useful information on you and report back or he'll ask Sasha to become close with your best friends.

☆ If not Sasha then Connie 🤷‍♀️

☆ Once he gets useful information that's when he steps in. Oh you have a presentation for school to work on? He's at your door at 10pm with snacks (that he knows you love thanks to Sasha), energy drinks, and information on the topic you're working on.

☆ I'm talking he brought papers full of information in case you need to beef up your slides. He also brought his own laptop so he can search up any information that seems incorrect. He'll listen to you as you talk about your project and give you feedback on your performance.

☆ This might take all night but he can't help his desire to help you. And of course he's not gonna tell you if he has his own homework to work on.

• "You think it's good? Really?" You'll ask as you close your laptop for the night.

• "You're gonna get an A. Especially since I helped so now it's guaranteed."

• He loves the way you snort and roll your eyes at him when he says this.

• "Thanks Jean, you're a life saver."

☆ If you hug him you might also need to help him up off the floor or bandage him up cause he's gonna hurt himself from the shock and excitement.

☆ If you have a work presentation or just in general need help with something you're doing for your boss. He'll dedicate as much time as he has open to helping you with that too.

☆ Need coffee before your presentation? He's running to the nearest shop. Don't really understand the project your boss gave you? He'll work you through it the whole night.

☆ If you happen to tell him on a Friday that something in your house needs fixing all of a sudden he's 'Fix it Jean' now he's telling you he can fix it tomorrow and the second he hangs up he's looking up how to fix a clogged valve or some shit.

☆ And Sasha and Connie are like, "Sir, what made you think you were a handy man??"

☆ He manages though. Brings like three books to your house and looks through all of them simultaneously. Thinks he messed everything up and is about two seconds away from crying on your floor like a toddler with a spilled juice box but he pulls through surprisingly. Has your shit fixed and gets a little kiss on the cheek.

☆ Which leads into him guiltily explaining the truth and telling you everything. From the trinkets to the tickets to now with this thing he nearly ruined in your apartment. But he's so relieved to see you're grateful for everything instead of annoyed like he'd been believing in his head.

☆ Now he gets a real kiss. And Modern day Jean is built different. He's so nervous to touch you like you're made of glass. But when he does he's got his hands on your sides, keeping you in place like you'll run. Your fingers delicately threading through his hair. Giving you the kind of kiss you don't wanna pull away from. You become so quickly attached to the taste of his lips and the subtle beats of hesitation still lingering on him.

☆ You wanna pull his tongue into your mouth. Keep him so close but he pushes you back. "I wanna take you on a date." He mutters with glassy eyes and bright cheeks.

☆ And obviously you say, "Yes."

(The informed simp): Armin

•Aot verse:

☆ As everyone has said a thousand times before. Armin is an informed simp. And within the first week of knowing he has a crush on you he has information on, your family life before you joined the Corp, your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite flower, your hobbies etc etc.

☆ And every bit of that information is stored in his file cabinet like brain.

☆ When he found out your favorite color he wore it as often as possible in out of uniform situations. Even if it was just accenting the rest of his clothes he found a way to wear it somewhere.

☆ He skimmed through books that had information on attraction and started subtly complimenting you to make you notice him.

• "Hi, [Name] that jacket really brings out your eyes."

• "It's the same jacket everyone's wearing Armin.."

• "Oh.. yeah.."

☆ Sneaks references to things you like into conversation as often as possible. Because you know, right after a meeting is the best time to talk about how your favorite song is tied to the fact that your mom used to sing it to you to help you sleep?? 😃

☆ More power to him.. he's a little confused but he's got the spirit.

☆ He slipped flowers into your favorite books but it didn't really seem to matter because he was never there when you actually encountered the flowers. (But he did often see you talking about the plants with your friends and twirling them between your fingers) good enough.

☆ He found out ways to better help your digestion. You know because what's love if not healthy bowel movements.. cause like every other attempt made him look stupid so he looked through some books on foods to help keep your colon healthy. And he explained it over dinner..

☆ Safe to say the only one who thought this topic was at all interesting was Levi.

☆ He's absolutely bombing and he hates it. At this point you only give him shy little smiles and then just walk away. He knows you probably don't hate him but he hates that nothing is working for him.

☆ At some point Eren's talking to him solo and he explains that he knows about his crush on you. Following it up promptly with, "Why don't you just tell [Name] that everything you were doing wasn't to be weird, at this point coming clean is probably the only way you could still have a chance."

☆ And he hates it that Eren's right. But he marches right up to you when you have chores out in the stables because if he didn't he'd never say all the things rushing around in his brain.

• "Hi Armin." You greet with that smile.. that smile that makes his stomach tense and his heart want to burst.

• He breathes in before replying, "[Name], I.. like you.." You pause where you're getting water for the horses to see his sun kissed red cheeks. "Everything I've done is because I really like you.." He continues, letting out a shaky breath.

☆ A period of far too long goes by with neither of you saying a word and his blue eyes flicker up to you in concern. When you clap your hands together he nearly parts from his skin.

• "Oh! That explains the weird compliments and the stuff about my mom!" You sigh, slapping your head with a smile. "Oh thank God. Armin I like you too."

☆ More silence because 1. He didn't think you'd like him back and 2. Holy shit you like him back!! He's simultaneously having a party in his brain and melting into the floor.

☆ When he finally kisses you it's unsure. Makes you lean into him. Sweet but subtle like gentle breezes on a hot day. His mouth is closed and his arms cautiously wrap around your waist looking for any sign that you want to get out. But you don't. You just wanna keep pecking his cute little lips because he's so cute and everything he's done is so cute.

• "Finally." You guys turn to see Mikasa and Eren.

• "It's about time." Mikasa greets with a little smirk.

☆ And Armin is practically fainting trying desperately to explain that it wasn't what it looked like but his face continues to tell your little audience that yes. Yes it is what it looks like.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Armin is equipped with an advantage.

☆ Fucking social media.

☆ He went to your page and found out your birthday, your family's last name, how many friends you have in real life. Shit if he dug around long enough he could've probably found your heritage portfolio and your social security. (Social media's a little dangerous sometimes..)

☆ So when he becomes your friend and gets your cell number (Another thing he could've probably dug up online.) He sends you things you might love at any and all times of the day. He spends every free second he has, from lunch time to the last hour he has before he really has to go to sleep researching shit you might like so he can send it to you.

☆ And modern day Armin is so sexy in how he manages to get you into a ton of situations featuring him, your cute little blond simp. Modern day Armin needs to write romance anime 😭

☆ He heard you like aquariums not only did he send you a website to get those tickets way cheaper but he also invited himself (telling you that he was already going). And planned to take you around the city to get your favorite food and any other activities where he could drop his extensive knowledge on marine life. Oh you love astronomy? No problem he was just about to go to the planetarium this weekend, you should definitely go along so he can take you to the planet's light show and stare at you instead of the stars.

☆ Oh your favorite movie is coming out? He had no idea.. he just happened to have an extra ticket to see it the day it comes out. Not only is it now free of charge to you for that but he's also already brought a bunch of your favorite snacks to line his backpack with. Even if your favorite snacks are from a different country he got them express shipped so they'd be there sooner.

☆ He also has weather apps on his phone and laptop so that he'll know if the weather changes even the smallest fraction so that he can take you anywhere else if needed.

☆ Yes he definitely has spent a shit ton of money on you but every time he takes you somewhere your face lights up so beautifully that he'd repeatedly slam his credit card on the table to buy you a plane ticket if you even hinted at wanting it.

☆ In this beautiful opposite world you definitely confessed to him. (You better for his pain and suffering.)

☆ He could've jumped for joy knowing his plans worked perfectly but he simply takes a deep breath, eyes full of contentment as he mumbles, "I feel the same way."

☆ When he kisses you it's with his thumbs lightly rubbing the small of your back. Chewing gum spit out only fifteen minutes ago so his breath was still perfectly fresh. Adding just enough tongue to make you arch and gasp into his mouth. And yeah, he read up on how to do that too. And now that you're his, he's gonna need two jobs cause he came to spoil. No you don't get a say in it.

(The interested simp): Eren

•Aot verse:

☆ Yeah I know this one's weird but let me explain. Eren's simping capabilities are so simple they can be so easily described as, interested.

☆ He legit figured out he had a crush on you and then about 15 minutes later he'd found out everything you'd wanna be if you lived to see the end of the war.

☆ It's so obvious he's simping hard, I mean man's was enamored by you talking about your parents workshop back home. 🙄 You know what I don't even think he was actually interested he was probably playing it up but lowkey disassociated

☆ He definitely gets made fun of for it on the daily too but unlike Jean he kinda shrugs it off.

☆ He's not gonna scavenge the earth for information on you. He's gonna let you tell him and he wants you to tell him. Tell him literally everything about yourself and you will cause he'll know if you don't.

☆ Sometimes he plays little games with you to try to figure out some kind of information about you on like a long ride back from a mission or something. It helps him ease the tension in his brain and gives him something new about you. Win-win

☆ He beat the fucking system by just getting you to talk about you and dropping things you both have in common into conversation. He really did better than Armin!

☆ If you have trouble during training he'll talk you through what you're doing wrong and help you work through your issues. If that leads to some touching well then that's just how things will go 🤷‍♀️

☆ The second he has your favorite color in his mind he's buying you a piece of jewelry with the same stone color. Yes this is him marking you as his and no you probably won't realize but the second you put it on in his eyes you belong to him. And now you can never take it off. 😃

☆ He has a little notebook (not for writing journal entries or anything.) It's just sometimes he forgets certain things you tell him and you pretend to pout when he asks for the information again so he writes it down in the notebook so he can read it and remember it again.

☆ There have definitely been instances on more than one occasion where the two of you would stay up all night talking. Sneak into the other person's room. Sitting on the floor together or side by side on the bed. Those are definitely the best nights because you get to show off your Eren trivia and prove you've retained just as much information on him as he has about you.

☆ Another scenario has presented itself in which you're the one who ends up confessing. Eren would come close cheeks flush with pink and whisper, the ghost of his lips on yours, "I think it's kinda obvious how I feel." When he kisses you it's with both hands cupping your cheeks. So hot against your face. Thumbs curving delicately over your skin. He's leaning into your lips over and over again. Recapturing them every time he pulls back but he also loves making you work for it a little, smirking when you have to strech to capture his lips again. Taking every bit of oxygen from your body. You kinda hold onto him with slightly shaky arms when he's finished. But honestly he's only finished for now cause he'll never get enough of your lips now that he's had a taste.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Eren talked to you before he realized he was attracted to you and you haven't gotten rid of him since the day he realized he wanted you.

☆ He sees you walking to your next class or to the copy machine and he trots his way over to match your pace.

☆ When he's not with you, he's texting you nonsensical stuff he thinks you'll find funny. And when he is with you he's listening to every word you say with the dopiest grin adorning his features.

☆ Sometimes when you're talking he'll unsubtly lick his lips to see if he can make your eyes follow his tongue or he'll lean in closer, kinda crowding you a little if you're both standing. Speaking of crowding he pulls you into him by your hips if you just happen to be standing in the way and someone needs to get past you two.

☆ You'll never understand how much harder he falls for you when you look up at him through your pretty lashes. Hands slightly on his chest.

☆ He loves annoying you. Doing little shit like poking you with the eraser on his pencil or snatching your books from you when you're writing while he's talking. Cause he just thinks you should be staring into his eyes while he talks in the same way he does with you.

☆When he brings you dinner he always brings himself something to eat as well and he'll plop down next to you and ask you for details about your day. Smiling fondly at you when you complain about minor inconveniences.

☆ He loves your fingers so much. If he's not staring into your eyes he's looking at the way your thumb drags over your dripping boba/coffee. The way your fingers click perfectly over every key on your laptop. Every now and then he'll reach out for your hands massaging the knuckles because he just wants to touch them so bad. Bonus points if you smile at him while he does it.

☆ Not gonna lie it could definitely go either way with a confession. But it's probably more likely going to be on you unless he just so happens to accidentally confess while sleepy or drunk.

☆ When he kisses you, he cups your chin pulling you close, angling his tongue so it slides right up against your teeth. He softly hums into your mouth and you can tell he's at least a little nervous but his touch is so perfect. His thumb sliding over the edge of your lips as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. You're more than a little ashamed at the whine you let out when he pulls away. But the way he's blushing makes you feel at least a little bit better.

(The Childish simp): Connie

•Aot verse:

☆ Let's be honest, he doesn't know what he's doing. You know, cause you're his first crush.

☆ He's going to work extra hard to drop even the most random jokes and then look directly at you hoping you laugh. Just laugh cause if you don't he might repeat the joke again and that'd be uncomfortable for everyone.

☆ And when you crack a joke he's out here guffawing like it's the best thing he's ever heard. Like he'll legit pause all conversation with his loud ass laughing and everyone in the room is just like: 😒

☆ If he gives you gifts they're normally things he thinks are cool or awesome but every now and then he'll pick a flower and just randomly stuff it in your hair and when you look at him confused smile adorning your face he'll say, "It fits your face." And then awkwardly gesture at you. All you can really say is thank you.

☆ He practically crashes into the seat next to you at meetings. Jean dead ass started pretending to race him for the seat next to you and one time he tipped the chair over and fell on top of it, Levi made him reenter the room properly after he'd managed to stand up.

☆ He sometimes does that I'm not touching you thing to get your attention or taps your shoulder then looks away as you turn to look at him. He'll poke your shoulder a couple times until he's successful in keeping your eyes on him then he'll hover his finger over your head or shoulder until you roll your eyes.

• "Connie.."

• "I'm not even touching you!" He'll laugh

☆ He does nice things for you but they never really work out well for him. One time he got you a glass of water because he thought you looked thirsty and he placed it in front of you when you weren't looking. You turned from where you were talking with Historia and your elbow tipped over the cup spilling its contents all over your lap and meeting notes. He felt so so bad.

☆ One time you tripped during training and got a huge scratch on your leg and Levi stepped in to care for you. He asked Connie to go get the alcohol and in his excitement he ran back and tripped spilling the entire bottle all over the floor. Eren had to go run to the closest store and get more.

☆ At some point in time he walks into your room and sloppily pours his feelings out to you as you sit on your bed staring at him in confusion. His face is like beet red and he's breathing like he just ran a marathon. But you laugh and tell him you think he's adorable. You think he's gonna hug you when he pulls you in under your arms but he just holds your back super tight with both hands and swings you around till you can't stop giggling. His kiss is sweet a little sloppy cause it's his first but he's eager and cute as he pulls you into his chest. Probably bites your lip in a playful way and you can't help but lean into him.

•Modern verse:

☆ Modern day Connie is probably annoying the fuck out of you. He sends you memes all day! Put your phone on silent all you want you'll just come back to 40+ messages. And he likes to call you when he's not busy which means you're forever regretting giving him your number.

☆ He'll deadass go to the bathroom and face time you in the stall talkin bout some, "What're you doing right now?" And you're like, "Mfer what are you doing right now!"

☆ He takes any given opportunity to flirt with you and he's so goofy you won't realize he genuinely means everything he says,

• "I really hate your last name." He randomly says

• "What'd my last name do to you?"

• He shrugs, "I think you should change it."

• "To what?" You scoff

• "Springer 😘"

☆ And he calls you for the stupidest shit when he's at home:

• "Connie, what's wrong? You called me like four times in a row."

• "Which animals do you think would be the bitchest if they spoke human?"

• "Bye Connie 😑"

• "No wait!"

• "What?"

• "Send nudes."

☆ Loves to lay on you when you're sitting. Like he'll deadass drop his whole weight onto your back while you're sitting in your desk chair trying to work. He's just looking for a way to touch you and doesn't know how to express that.

☆ Yes he does have you in his phone as something crass and no he's not willing to change it. Most likely some shit like fat ass with a heart or Mommy/Daddy as a personal joke.

☆ And yeah you find him super annoying until this one night when he's texting you pics of his old family dog back home and he tells you everything about the dog's life from when he was a puppy to the day he passed and he shows you pics of him kissing the little pups head and holding him and things like that. The last video he sent was him crying while holding a framed photo after the dog's passing during Christmas time. And it's the first time you've ever been provoked to hug Connie instead of choke him.

☆ When the time finally comes for Connie to tell you his feelings you're in a good place to accept them and tell him you like him back. And that's when he pulls you in around the neck and gives you a surprisingly natural kiss. His mouth is parted slightly, hands gripping the back of your shirt a little as he keeps you close. He allows you to take the lead. Forehead warm where it's pressed against his. You both can't help but stay like that for awhile.

(The lowkey simp): Levi

•Aot verse:

☆ Rule number 1 you cannot know he is simping. He'll take it to his grave but if you're not oblivious you'll probably catch on.

☆ When he disassociates during a meeting his eyes get darker in the middle and he just rests his chin on his palm and stares at you. Doesn't matter that the meeting has been going on for more than an hour and he has yet to blink. He doesn't even know he's doing it. When he comes back down to earth he just blinks normally and looks away. And if no one tells him he'll honestly continue to do it. Sometimes in different positions, he's laying back in his chair head forward but his eyes are on you a couple seats down on the other side of the table.

☆ He picks up items whenever he goes into town. And I mean every. single. time. For you and he makes sure it's something you'll love and while you're out training he'll stuff it in a box and place it on your bed.

☆ He writes you anonymous notes with little inspirational words on them in places only you'll find them. But it's inspirational in Levi terms so it's shit like, "Stay alive for tomorrow." And "Don't look down because the sun is up."

☆ When he needs a break from work he just closes his eyes and thinks about you. Sometimes he does it just because he secretly loves that warm floating sensation he gets.

☆ Like Eren he'll trot up beside you whenever he can. But he won't say a word unless you say something first.

• "Hi Captain." You greet when he pops into your peripheral vision.

• Genuinely can not help how soft his eyes are when he looks at you, "Hello." He replies

☆ He'll find some reason to complain about the way his entire squad cleans their rooms so that he can also have an excuse to say he'll reclean them so that he has an excuse to make a bee line for your room first and be trapped in your scent. Taking your sheets off the bed and holding them to his chest, sweeping, getting that extra elbow grease on the windows so they're more spotless than even his standards.

☆ And of course because he doesn't want you to know he's simping hard for you he has to deal with you paying him the same amount of attention as the other higher ups which he hates with a burning passion. Like why don't you like him more? He does way more for you on a level that you can see. You should be more affectionate towards him. You talk to him everyday.

☆ I don't think I need to tell you Levi's shy so you'll be confessing. And you start by telling him you know the notes are from him because while Levi's intelligent he's also stupid. Like who the fuck else has access to your uniform clothes and would care enough to go in your drawers just to leave a piece of paper with the words, "Life is never so shitty that you can't at least better yourself."

☆ He kinda just lowers his head as pink soaks his entire face. And you lift his chin up to press a slow chaste kiss on his lips. He doesn't touch you. He can't bring himself to but he manages to kiss back. His irises so bright when you pull away. "Thank you Captain." You tell him before you leave. He's definitely genuinely worried his heart is getting ready to explode as he stares at the closed door.

•Modern verse

☆ Modern day Levi is a fucking mess. He doesn't know shit about having a crush and he knows it's you really early into meeting you but he's like, why them. He managed to spend his entire existence avoiding romance and yet here you are. He doesn't even know what he wants from you so sometimes he comes off a little more aggressive when he's talking to you.

☆ He stares directly into your soul when you're sitting across from him for any reason. You had to have had a crush on him first because he genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself.

☆ If you invite him somewhere he scoffs immediately following it up with a, "I'll be there."

☆ He rereads your messages whenever he's bored. And if you send him good morning texts he'll be thinking, morning beautiful angel. The one time you sent him a good morning text with a heart he analyzed it so long that he never replied back to you.

☆ The second he figured out how to use personalized ringtones he made yours something soft and sweet. Most likely with violins or maybe with a harp.

☆ A couple times while he was bored during a meeting or class he wrote your initials in cursive in his notebook. One time he wrote it on the front of his notebook by accident and had to throw that one away. Which honestly made him sad because he really liked how it looked.

☆ When you confess to him it's by accident and the way his face lights up is actually the most precious thing you've ever seen. He comes back down to earth slow and admits that he "feels the same." Under his breath of course but you heard and that's what counts.

☆ When you kiss him you instantly notice how small his lips actually are 🥺🥺 like you've stared at them before when he was eating and stuff but his lips are cute and so small. And he's so hesitant to kiss back. But then he does and you can kinda feel the tension leave him a little. His arms a little shaky as he supports himself. It probably looks like two middle schoolers kissing for the first time honestly. Right down to the sitting on the edge of the bed thing. But Levi's lips are so warm and he's such a naturally good kisser that you indulge for as long as you can.

#aot x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #aot imagines #aot scenario #levi ackerman x reader #armin arlert x reader #eren jaeger x reader #jean krischtein x reader #connie springer x reader #levi ackerman x you #armin arlert x you #eren jeager x you #jean krichtein x you #connie springer x you #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #And this is how you write actual gender neutral headcanons 🙄

[jean-kayak]

Chapter 1

Summary: A relaxing summer at home after your second year of college sounds nice, until someone comes back and makes it anything but

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader

Chapter Warnings: cursing, a lot of sexual tension lmao

Word Count: 2139

A/N: Alright, here it is! I’ve been working on this for a while now, if you’ve been following my shitposts, and I’ve been really nervous to post it, so I would like to thank @styxtm​ for reading this chapter and giving me the confidence to post it! Hope you guys like it!

Tags: @her-majesty-kiara, @germfart3​, @styxtm​, @iwascrybaby​​

Chapter summary: Someone you’d never thought you’d see again literally walks back into your life

"When are you gonna be done? It's hot as fuck out here," you complain, waving a hand in front of your face, but it doesn't anything to cool you down, instead spreading the humid, sticky air across your face.

You hear Jean groan as you set down the tray of nails you have in your hands on the ground, throwing your hair up in a bun, getting the curls off of your neck. "Stop complaining. It's not even that bad."

"You chose to build a storage unit during one of the hottest days so far in the summer," you respond, and he just chuckles as he blindly holds his hand out. You pick through the different pieces, finding the one he needs before dropping it into his hand.

"My mom wanted it built, and my stepdad's been too busy, so I offered to do it."

"You offered to do it. I just came over here to hang out," you say, sighing heavily as you rest a hand on your hip.

You've been best friends with Jean since you were kids, growing up in the same neighborhood, literally living right next to each other, and when you graduated high school, you both ended up going to different colleges.

You had decided to stay on your college campus for the summer after your freshman, not ready to go back home yet. Now your sophomore year of college is over, and both you and Jean ended up coming back home to do who knows what, but ever since you both have come back, you've either been over his house or vice versa.

Both of your parents always joked about how it seemed like you two were separated at birth, constantly attached at the hip, and sometimes it really does feel like he's a brother to you. He was always there for you when your other friends weren't, and since you were an only child, he saved you multiples from boredom due to not having anyone to spend time with.

"I'm almost done, I just need you to help me hold this last wall." You walk over to where he's standing, resting your back against the wall as he screws in the last few nails. "Okay, I think that's it," he says, and you both walk back as you take in the new building.

You both tilt your head, the building finally seeming to stand upright. "How'd you manage to make it slanted?" you ask, and Jean sighs as he lets his head fall back in annoyance.

"I don't know," he says, looking through the instructions, and you look to your left as you scoff lightly.

"Well, those look like the foundation pieces," you comment, pointing to the plates that the building is supposed to be on top of. "You did good though, I just don't know how long the building will last."

"Whatever, I'm done. It's hot," he sighs and you bristle as you both start walking towards his house.

"Says the one who said it wasn't even that bad," you argue, and he waves you off.

"That's because the clouds were providing shade." You huff lightly at his weak counter.

"Yeah, okay." Your body nearly goes limp as you feel the cool air wrap around your body when you step into the house, Jean sliding the patio door closed, cutting off the stifling heat. You plop down on the loveseat, sinking down into the plush leather as it cools your heated skin.

"Heads up." You open your eyes in time to see Jean throwing you a bottle of water, and you catch it easily, opening it as he sits down on the couch. "What else are you planning on doing this summer?"

You shrug lazily. "I don't know. Party?" you try, and he raises an eyebrow at you.

"You want to spend the whole summer partying?"

"There's nothing else to do, and Ymir always finds the best parties." You had been friends with her since high school and by your senior year, you were joining her at a different party almost every other weekend. You wouldn't really say it was the best time of your life, but it definitely gave you a distraction from the current dilemma you were having at the time. "Pretty sure there'll be one soon since everyone's coming back. Unless you have any better ideas."

"I guess I'll go to a few, but I don't--"

The sound of the front door opening and an awfully familiar voice cuts Jean off. "Damn, it feels good in here." The dilemma walks into the living room, stopping when he sees you and Jean. "Oh, shit, what're you doing here?"

"At my house? I could ask you the same thing," Jean shoots back at his brother, and you feel a strong urge to leave, running back to your own house. "I thought you were staying in that city, why are you here, Eren?"

Eren fucking Jaeger. The stubborn dilemma you had to deal with all of your life, but it especially got worse to deal with once you got to high school. Probably the textbook definition of a bad boy, the sleeves of tattoos you can see on his arms and the piercings solidify it.

Oh, and he's also your best friend's older step-brother.

He shrugs. "Dunno. Guess I just wanted to come back, glad I did though." You look away when you see him smirk, knowing that last bit was geared towards you.

You stand up quickly, drinking some water in hopes that it hides your nerves well. "I'm starving. You got any food?" you ask Jean as you walk towards the kitchen, purposefully walking the long way so that you don't have to go anywhere near him.

"I don't know, you can look," he calls after you, and you can feel Eren's eyes on you as you walk, suddenly feeling very naked in your shorts and cropped tank top.

When you're in the safety of the kitchen and you hear the conversation between the siblings start, you sigh heavily as you rest your head against the counter. Of course, it would be just your fucking luck that he would come back.

You groan softly in frustration as you lift your head up and grab an orange, peeling it a little more aggressively than you should as you hop onto the counter. You huff slightly as you put a slice into your mouth. This is a total wreck in your plans.

To anyone else, it wouldn't seem like a big deal, but your history with Eren isn't the greatest. Maybe starting with the fact that you started to have a crush on him which ended up only blossoming once you got to high school. And the worst part was that everyone knew it. You know they did, but it's not like you were discreet about it.

You were just a naive teenager that was stupid enough to fall? Maybe not fall for him, but you definitely were stupid enough to think that he could possibly be into you.

Your inner turmoil is only fueled when he walks into the kitchen, you failing to notice that the conversation had stopped. You look down at your legs, swinging them as you continue to eat the orange, trying to focus on anything but the suffocating awkward tension in the room.

You can see him lean against the counter across from the one your sitting on, crossing his foot over his ankle. When you find yourself staring at his thighs and how tight his shorts are, you quickly look away. "So, how ya been?" he asks, and you find yourself rolling your eyes at his poor attempt to make small talk.

"Good," you answer, not even looking up, patting a simple rhythm on your thigh, his strong gaze on you making you feel some type of way. "College was fun," you add.

You hear him chuckle softly. "Yeah? Looks like it treated you really good."

You feel your face flush warm as you look up, and you hate your body still reacts the same way it did years back. It's your turn to take him in, and you bite your lip hesitantly, noticing that college treated him very well.

He does more than fill out his clothes, they're practically like a second skin the way they stretch out over his body. Your eyes trail over his inked arms, trying to make out everything that you can see. He's grown his hair out, it's longer now, opting for putting his hair up in a high bun, the silver piercings shining in the light when he turns his head slightly. Your eyes catch the simple gold chain around his neck, and you realize that you've been staring for too long.

"So, what are you doing here?" you ask, and you're genuinely asking because according to Jean, he wasn't supposed to be here, and you thought this summer was going to be smooth sailing.

"A little birdie told me that you were here, so..." he trails off with a shrug, and you squint your eyes at him.

"So, you came back just for me?"

"What if I told you I did?" You scoff as you toss the orange peel in the trashcan, putting the last two slices in your mouth.

"I would tell you," you start, finishing the slices. "That you're ridiculous." He hums as he smiles at you, moving away from the counter, standing in front of you.

"So, what's the deal with you and my brother anyway?" he questions suddenly, and you shake your head slowly.

"You mean like if I like him or something?" You scoff. "He's my best friend, and he's into someone else anyway."

He nods, his eyebrows creasing as he thinks. "Oh, yeah. That Mikasa chick, right? She's kinda hot."

"What do you want, Eren?" Now you're getting annoyed, and you hate how you feel that tiny fire of jealousy burning in your chest at his comment. He moves closer to you, and you don't even realize that your legs spread to fit his frame.

"There's a lot of things I want," he answers, resting his hands dangerously close to your thighs on the counter.

"Is one of those things to annoy the hell out of me?" you joke, and he chuckles as he nods his head.

"Maybe. That's one."

"A lot of people don't get what they want."

You feel your breathing hitch when he leans in closer to you, close enough that you can feel his breath fanning over your face. "I got all summer to get what I want."

You gulp harshly as you find it difficult to tear your eyes away from his. "What is it?" you ask, your voice a lot more airy than you want it to be.

He tilts his head to the side like he's thinking as you try to find a way out of this situation. "It's more of a who than an it," he tells you, and try to slow your breathing which you didn't even realize had picked up. That's how much of an effect he has on you, and you hate it.

"Well, I hope you get who you're looking for," you respond, but he doesn't move when you shift.

"Eren, leave her alone, she doesn't want anything to do with you," Jean yells from the living room, but Eren's eyes never leave yours as he grins.

"I think you beg to differ," he whispers, and you scoff.

"You would be terribly wrong." And it really is hard to lie when your body is screaming the truth.

"I would?" he questions, keeping his voice low, and you glance to your right, seeing that Jean can't see into the kitchen, and you jump when he pulls you into him by your thighs. Your lower half is touching him, and if you move your legs, they'll tighten around his waist, so you don't move. "You're not a very good liar," he says, his lips just in front of yours, so close that if you even lean in a smidge, you'd be kissing him.

"And that means?"

"Getting you right where I want you won't take all summer." Your mouth falls open slightly as your body goes warm all over. You need to get out of here before you do something you shouldn't.

"Eren, what the hell are you doing?" Eren gives you a wink before he moves away from you.

"Nothing, man. Just making small talk." He crosses his arms as he leans back against the counter, and you find yourself glued to your spot before your brain tells you to move, hopping off the counter, not giving him another look as you walk out of the kitchen, feeling his gaze burning into you.

So much for a relaxing summer.

|Masterlist|Chapter 2|

Taglist: CLOSED

#nothing changed #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger x you #eren yaeger x you #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction

[avadescent]

Rivetra-Parent AU but modern is still lodged in my brain, so here’s Eren attempting to win a Science Fair.

Crossposted on AO3 w/ references

Eren bursts in through the front door like a high-powered locomotive on a one-way rail track, and as he kicks his shoes off expertly before striding into the meticulously polished threshold, Levi feels no need to act like an accommodating parent today and decides to leave Petra in charge of all the damage control.

She catches him by the sleeve before he can slither away from the kitchen however, and promptly threatens to make him sleep on the couch should he leave her to deal with their rambunctious thirteen year-old alone. Cleaning up is his specialty, after all.

Really, Levi thinks as he seats himself once more, Wives just have too much power sometimes.

“Eren!” Petra greets warmly as he rushes into the kitchen. Levi arches a brow, because Eren on a normal day is a big, bumbling, annoying idiot whose pent-up energy needs a thorough rain check; Eren today looks like even more of a big, bumbling idiot than usual.

This is not good.

“How was school today?” Petra ruffles his hair like nothing’s amiss and Levi shoots her a nasty look because he knows she knows that Eren’s firecracker energy today spells Impending Doom. Instead of giving them a colorful, sparkly show, Levi is quite sure they’ll be given an explosion and one hell of a kitchen to clean the longer they allow this overly excited version of their adopted son to linger.

“Good evening.”

The clear and pleasant (albeit slightly monotone) voice that greets them from the kitchen doorway causes Petra’s smile to widen even further—and Levi’s patience to wear thin.

“All right, spit it out,” he orders, crossing his arms in the hopes to get this over with as soon as possible. “What did you do this time?”

“Eren didn’t do anything!” another voice pipes up, a shock of blond peeking out from behind Mikasa’s scarf. When Levi’s perpetual glare settles on this poor, unsuspecting child, Armin hastily blurts out a mandatory: “Yet.”

“They just announced that the Science Fair’s coming up!” Eren informs, still too enthusiastic for Levi’s comfort, but that’s where Petra comes in.

“Are you planning to join the fair?” she asks, and to Mikasa and Armin, “Do your parents know that you’re here?”

“Yeah, but we had to go to Mikasa’s to ask for permission, that’s why I came home a little late,” Eren answers for his friends, his voice turning sheepish at the end, eyes darting nervously between his father and the floor (not that looking at the floor is alleviating his anxiousness in any way, Levi’s obsession with cleanliness stares him back in the face as glaringly as Levi’s gaze itself).

“So what,” his father bristles disapprovingly, “Are you going to build a baking soda volcano or something?”

“Or… something,” Eren supplies meagerly, and it doesn’t help that neither Mikasa nor Armin are offering any placating clarification or better yet: an explanation.

“And what exactly is this something?” Petra asks, god bless her soul.

“We’re still working out the details!” Armin says, now looking as nervous as Eren. “So is it all right if we stay for dinner… sir, ma’am?”

Before Levi can open his mouth to deliver the big fat No he’s been itching to deal out since Eren came crashing in, Petra shoves Eren and his friends in the direction of the stairs and says with what Levi can tell is genuine sweetness, “Of course! Levi will drive you guys home too, so don’t you go walking out in the streets at night, you hear?”

“Yeah, thanks!” Eren beams at her and then he’s rushing off with his friends to conspire. “Holler when dinner’s ready!”

“You mind the time, brat!” Levi snaps, having crossed the distance between him and his wife. “Either you come down on time for dinner or you’re getting leftovers.”

Eren blanches, and then he’s mock-saluting, used to his father’s attitude. “Aye aye, Captain!”

The kids disappear behind Eren’s door with a loud bang, and then Levi is whirling on his wife, displeasure evident in the crease of his brow. “You and I both know encouraging him was a bad idea.”

“For your kitchen, maybe,” she quips easily, all versions of his glare having lost its effect on her years ago.

“I’m not just talking about that,” he grouses in a tone that indicates he is just talking about that. 

“Young adolescents need encouragement!” is her defense, and then she’s pushing past him. “Especially around his age.”

“Who told you that?” he scoffs, “The Parent-Teacher Association?”

The way she blushes slightly is telling enough. “Seriously?” He sounds genuinely shocked.

“He’s entering high school now, I’m just trying to be a little more… lenient.” She shrugs, and he absent-mindedly brushes her hair back from her face when it falls forward with the motion of her cutting the vegetables. “Let him spread his wings and all.”

“At a Science Fair?” he replies incredulously. “You want him to end up like Shitty Glasses?”

“First of all, that is not how we regard friends in this household,” Petra scolds uselessly. “Second of all, why not? He seems excited about it.”

“Wait until he steals all your bleach to conduct hair-brained experiments,” he scoffs, and Petra rolls her eyes at his argument because the only one who cares for kidnapped bleach is him.

“Listen, they’re probably planning right now,” Petra begins.

“You mean Armin’s doing all the planning,” Levi interjects, grumbling.

“Exactly!” Petra beams like he just walked into her trap and he realizes a millisecond too late that he did. 

(Wives definitely have too much power.)

“Armin’s a smart boy and he knows how to keep Eren in check—remember that incident with the rock?”

She builds a solid argument and Levi has to admit that, albeit he does so with a bit of snark, flicking her hair like they’re still teenagers and sending her a complimentary ‘tch’ sound to put a cherry on top of all his irritation.

Her muffled laugh at his reaction serves as a familiar response, and as they settle into a comfortable rhythm in their kitchen as they always do, she looks up at him with a considerate smile and aims to bargain, “We’ll just trust him with whatever it is he plans to do, okay? He came asking us for permission, after all. Teenagers I know would have run off and done whatever it is they wanted to without asking for anyone’s permission.”

The reference to his days as a rogue in the outskirts of the city is plain as day, but as always Petra manages to make it seem like something worthy of admiration—something cool, and not at all something to be ashamed about. She’s always been one to see something for what it is, and Levi doesn’t doubt for a second that her admiration for him isn’t misguided at all, because he knows—he’s learned—all the ways that Petra is genuine, and this is one of the ways.

So even though he’s usually the one calling the shots around here, for a rare occasion, he relents and listens to her.

“You can keep him in line if he goes too far,” she continues, and she sounds so sure that nothing will go wrong that Levi almost believes her, “Since you’re the only one who can do that.”

He huffs, flicking her hair again. “Are you stupid?” he asks, and the question has bite but he manages to relay it in a way that sounds so incredibly fond, “You’re forgetting all the times he’s listened to you instead of me.”

“We’re even then.” She grins, and he’s a little surprised when she leans forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thanks. You’re doing great.”

A thousand nights of doubting himself and his abilities as a caretaker weigh behind that last sentiment—a thousand nights of hurling insults into the sky at self-righteous parents who thought he was unfit for the job, a thousand nights of Petra sitting by him and letting him take his frustration out on the grimy state of their house’s outer walls because they were wrong, because for all his crass he would never walk away from his kid—and because this is Petra, he believes her.

And because this is Petra, he tilts his head to take advantage of their solitude, and dinner is delayed by a few minutes.

— 

“So,” Eren preludes, his grin still far too exuberant for Levi’s liking, “We have a plan!”

Armin nods in tandem with the announcement, but his mouth is too full of mashed potatoes that he has yet to provide any input into this so-called plan.

“All right, we’re listening.” Petra opens the floor for discussion with a slight wave of her knife, and Levi finds the unconscious action amusing. Maybe this is why he does all the threatening in their relationship. “But first, when’s the Science Fair?”

“Two weeks from now,” Mikasa informs. “Eren wants to generate biodiesel.”

Levi and Petra blink. “He wants to what?”

“We’re going to store used cooking oil and treat it to remove impurities, then we’re going to subject it to transesterification in order to produce biodiesel that we can use to power a toy car or something,” Armin rushes to explain, though the looks of impervious ignorance gracing the adults’ faces does not fade in the slightest, “We’re still working out the kinks, but it’s a solid plan and will most likely just take a week of trials, so we’ll be in time for the fair.”

“I’m making the posters,” Mikasa adds, as an afterthought.

“Hold on.” Petra shakes her head. “What’s this about biodiesel?”

“Biodiesel is an eco-friendly fuel source made from cooking oil!” Eren tells them enthusiastically, though he just sounds like he’s citing a Wikipedia article the way Hange prattles away about her experiments. Levi side-eyes Petra with a damning look of ‘I told you this would happen.’

“Basically it’s like gas,” Armin explains, always ready to back Eren up with solid fact. “But it isn’t harmful to the environment. We’re thinking of creating biodiesel for the Science Fair, because—”

“It’s sure to win!” Eren interjects animatedly. “We’re going to beat that horse-face Jean and his potato arc reactor if it’s the last thing I do!”

‘Arc reactor?’ Petra mouths confusedly, but Levi’s just as clueless as her.

“So basically…” Petra tries, and Levi continues her sentiment with a deadpan, “You want to turn my kitchen into a fucking power plant.”

A look of sure-fire guilt and hopeful excitement crosses Eren’s face at the fact that Levi understands exactly what they’re trying to do here—which could end in a disastrously good or a disastrously bad way, depending on how he takes it. (Eren made his friends promise to cross their fingers behind their backs while trying to convince Levi into allowing them to conduct experiments at home, just for that extra boost of luck.)

“Walk us through the methodology,” is the order that comes out of Levi’s mouth, but it’s leaning more towards that hopeful excitement than the sure-fire guilt from earlier, so Eren’s still revving in full throttle when he delivers a run-down of what he and Armin had discussed earlier, with the occasional input from Mikasa.

“We’re going to let Mikasa cook three hundred grams of chicken in three-hundred grams of oil,” he starts slowly, so as not to lose his parents—or himself—in the process of explaining their project. “Because Armin said it should be a one-to-one ratio.”

Levi nods like he understands, so Eren continues, “Then we’re going to heat up the used oil at sixty degrees for about an hour to remove any moisture or impurities.”

“Hold on. How are you going to do that?” Petra asks, her brows furrowed. “What equipment are you going to use?”

“We’re going to borrow flasks from Mom’s lab,” Armin supplies, “We’ll put the used oil inside, then we’re going to heat the flasks in a pot—kind of like a water bath for the oil.”

“And that’s it? It becomes biodiesel?”

“Um.” Armin flushes embarrassedly. “Not exactly. That’s still the… first step.”

“How are you going to generate biodiesel then?” Levi crosses his arms derisively, like this is the sign of Impending Doom he’d divined earlier.

“Well—we let it react,” Armin stutters, “With methanol. And sulfuric acid.”

There’s a long stretch of silence that pervades the dining table at the mention of hazardous chemicals, and Eren is tense the whole time, Armin quivering beside him and Mikasa coiled as though ready to spring into action at any moment, and some niggling part of these kids’ brains whispers in fright that maybe they’ll find a dinner table flying at their faces at any given moment now, even though Levi hates it when he has to clean up after broken glass.

It doesn’t help at all that Petra is simply staring at him lengthily, as though waiting for him to say something. That means she’ll agree with whatever he decides and if he decides they can’t do it then that’s a promising project going right down the drain. Eren crosses his fingers harder.

“You better make sure we don’t get food poisoning,” Levi finally says, spooning vegetables into his mouth, and at the verdict both Eren and Petra look like they’re ready to bring him the entire fucking moon.

— 

A few days later, Levi shuts the door in Hange’s face.

“Hey!” comes the muffled yell of outrage from outside. She seems to have brought bothersome company with her, because after that he’s being scolded.

“Levi, this is not how you should be treating your guests,” Erwin’s voice booms, but Levi can’t really bring himself to care, so he turns around and walks away, except he’s intercepted by Petra, who with her welcoming nature disrupts all his last-minute plans for a peaceful weekend.

“Hange, Erwin, wonderful to see you!” she greets, and the taller woman falls forward to press a grateful kiss to Petra’s cheek in return.

“Wonderful to see you too, unlike some people,” Hange gripes, and if he were any younger Levi probably would have flipped her off in reply. Instead, he just passes his handkerchief to his wife with a grave aura about him, pointing to his cheek when Petra tilts her head at him in confusion.

“Is Aunt Zoë here!?” Eren yells from upstairs, but his parents find no need to give him a positive response when they can already hear him thundering down the stairs. “Aunt Zoë!”

“My little titan looks like he’s grown so big!” Hange gushes, already accepting the firecracker that is Eren Ral into her open arms and swinging him around like a stuffed toy. Eren laughs, because then he’s swung into his Uncle Erwin’s arms too, who catches him with as much ease as it had taken Hange to pick him up. “What have you been feeding him, Petra? At this rate he’ll grow taller than Levi! You haven’t been giving him an overdose of Cherifer, have you?”

“The only person in overdose here is you, Shitty Glasses,” Levi grouses, and Hange flicks his forehead in return.

“Where’s Armin?” Erwin asks, setting Eren down. “We’ve brought all the materials he asked for from Hange’s lab, so you should be ready to start your experiment.”

Armin and Mikasa hurry from the stairs just as Erwin asks, and the former is beaming up at the man with unreserved gratitude. “Thanks Dad!”

“No problem,” Erwin replies, patting his head. “Eren, you help me carry the stuff from the car.”

“Yessir!” Eren rushes outside with Erwin in tow, and as they do so Mikasa tugs on Petra’s sleeve.

“What is it, dear?” Petra smiles, and Mikasa looks up at her, that overcast gaze clouded with a steely determination.

“Ms. Ral,” she starts, “Can you show me how to cook fried chicken?”

— 

The weekend is—and this is the understatement of the year—a Fucking Disaster.

Eren has managed to turn their kitchen into a laboratory this time, with a digital weighing scale plugged in next to the microwave and a big pot filled with three Erlenmeyer flasks settled upon Levi’s most prized possession: the induction stove.

He stands like a cactus in the corner of the kitchen—prickly and dry and harmful to anyone who comes within reach except maybe Petra—surveying the people who have invaded his home and who are now boiling three flasks of used cooking oil, methanol, and sulfuric acid inside his cooking pot.

He’ll have to buy a new cooking pot after this weekend if the way Hange’s leering over it is any indication.

Petra and Mikasa are situated by the stove, cooking batches of chicken thigh that Petra had him drive to the store to buy (he has to crack that Wife-Power thing before it does him in someday). Mikasa’s adept at learning and that applies here, as she whips out batch after batch of fried chicken and pours golden oil into a beaker for Hange to separate into a For Analysis test tube and a For Experiment flask.

Eren had tried to cook a chicken, but it had blackened as a consequence of his sporadic attention span.

So now he’s just the designated stirrer, since a water bath is these kids’ alternative for a three-neck batch reactor (as if Levi and Petra even know what the hell that is) and the reaction needs to be stirred constantly, according to Hange and Armin, who parrot each other frequently regarding the methodology that now everyone’s got it memorized. 

Even Levi, who stipulated earlier that he would not be helping them turn his kitchen into a disaster zone whilst raising a spray bottle of self-concocted cleaning solvent in their faces like he was going to shoot them with it any second.

The first time Armin tries to pour a batch of oil into a flask for pre-treatment he’s shaking so badly under Levi’s dead-eyed stare that he accidentally spills everything. Levi’s muttering a string of profanities as he proceeds to do self-designated clean-up duty. 

Erwin pats the boy on the back and when he tries for the second time, Eren notices his uncanny ability to pour just enough oil into a flask to make 250 mL.

That sort of diverges into a little side-experiment where Hange encourages Armin to pour oil at a variety of different volumes—20 mL, 50 mL, 150 mL, and so on—and it vaguely reminds Levi of a drinking party when they cheer every single time Armin gets the exact measurement after one try.

It takes Petra asking them in learned Levi-fashion “what they’re trying to do” that everyone remembers they’re here for a biodiesel experiment and not an experiment to test Armin’s Hidden Talent (even though Levi’s 110% sure Hange has an entire encyclopedia dedicated to her son’s growth alone, and that’s not including the record she’s probably kept of Eren over the years, from all his baby teeth down to every single nail clipping).

They go back to watching over the cooking-pot slash water-bath, and Hange yells bloody murder when she realizes they’ve let the temperature get to one-hundred—Levi moves in anticipation of a coming explosion but thankfully that doesn’t happen.

At some point Petra’s hand ghosts over his butt and he turns his head to snap at her for stealing his phone, but everyone’s suddenly back in Drinking Party mode as Petra records Mikasa flipping chicken thighs like they’re pancakes and aiming them at the plate Eren has raised a few feet away. Hange’s yelling in admiration and scribbling onto a notepad—Levi’s brows crease because since when did she have a notepad—and then Hange asks like it’s the end of the world: “How do you manage to make every chicken land on the plate?”

Mikasa turns in that aloof manner of hers that Levi can respect, and then she’s saying: “I’m good at calculating angles.”

That gets Hange’s undivided attention for the rest of the hour, with Eren trying to get her back on track with reasons along the lines of, “We’re not here to study Mikasa’s eyeballs, Aunt Zoë!”

Levi thinks that maybe they all would have been arrested right there and then if anyone else had heard it—for fuck’s sake Erwin is the goddamn Chief of Police, but all this so-called Chief-of-Police does is turn to look at Armin with a jovial smile and a politely asked, “So what’re we doing next?”

It’s midnight by the time Eren gets four rows of biodiesel samples to test on a toy car the next day—if he can wake up to greet the next day, that is—and it’s nearly one in the morning by the time Levi’s got the entire kitchen spotless and all the trash (including Hange and company) out the door.

He crashes into bed after a quick three-minute shower, and he can barely question why the heck Eren is in their bed too before Petra rolls to curl into his side, sound asleep. 

He sighs in reluctant compliance, but it’s easy to sink between the warmth of Petra and Eren at his sides, and when he drifts off to sleep he thinks the comfort is well-rewarded after a rather tiring day.

— 

The day of the Science Fair comes, and Levi looks bored as he scrutinizes all the other booths around them. He spots the mandatory baking soda volcano off to the side and decides Eren’s got this competition in the bag until he notices a horse-faced classmate flaunting some Potato Arc Reactor with much vigor. 

“That’s the horse-face you were talking about?” Levi asks incredulously, because he hadn’t expected Eren to be accurate in his observation of the other boy. Eren nods in a manner that can’t be described as anything else but “repulsed”, his eyebrows scrunching in the middle like he’s itching to just punch the boy in the face. Which Levi wouldn’t really mind—he thinks this fair could use a little more flair.

“Well I think you’re definitely going to win!” Petra cheers, and her positive energy is the only boost Eren needs because when the panel of judges comes strolling by he leads the presentation and the demonstration of his project with what Levi deems is adequate decency.

“You three really made that?” one of them jeers. “I don’t believe you for a second—you seem to have used chemicals unavailable to high schoolers. Did you solicit outside help for this experiment?”

Eren, dumb and determined as always, doesn’t disappoint when he snaps back, “The only people we asked were our parents, and the guidelines say we can ask our parents!”

Another judge narrows his eyes—Levi recognizes him as Nile Dok, that annoying prat who usually leads the Parent-Teacher Association meetings, and he feels inclined to punch this man in the face and break a few teeth when he whirls on Petra to ask, like he’s ready to persecute the lot of them for breaking the rules, “And what exactly were your contributions to this project, Ms. Ral?”

The man stumbles back in surprise when Petra levels him with a stern glare and a just as sternly said, “I simply showed them how to cook the chicken to get their used oil, Mr. Dok. Nothing more than that.”

“Hm.” He studies her for a long moment before turning to face Levi instead, which would have been a huge mistake if they hadn’t been within school premises and Levi had all the room to demonstrate just how many ways he could break this man’s teeth. “And you, Mr. Ral? Did you contribute in any way to your son’s project?”

“Hah? Of course I contributed.” He shifts his weight onto one foot, and with an air of nonchalance that manages to qualify Eren for first place in this stupid competition, he says with all seriousness: 

“I ate the chicken.”

#rivetra #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren yaegar #petra ral #levi ackerman #or more accurately levi ral #because tehcnicalities #further explained on a/n in ao3 #said a/n also contains references i used if anyone's interested #yay

[aotopmha]

I'm really starting to disagree with the reaction I see around Mikasa's indecisiveness.

At first I got it and I still get it a little bit - the phrasing is mostly used as a proxy for Mikasa getting little to do, but I also don't agree with the interpretations of her character that sometimes come out of those complaints.

Mikasa never was this super proactive Battle Goddess to me. She was always what you call a "reactive character".

Conflict came to her and she dealt with it, rather than jumping into everything herself.

Since she lost her first one, her purpose in life was to protect her family - people even now reduce it down to her just being protective of Eren, I and many others have always thought it's more complicated than that, but now I personally think there is even more to it than that.

At this point her not just being protective of Eren actually is also a pretty common perspective around, too.

I think it's about stuff past that - the specific way she cares and why.

The people around her are the ones who give her meaning and direction and thus she acts depending on how they do.

Where they go, she goes.

Her moment of proactivity in Trost was her way of releasing tension; a reaction to trauma, not her "taking action" and again and again I see this cited as some super cool moment.

She was actually falling apart on the inside and her ultimate resolve was still to go on living for those she loved - in that case, Eren's memory.

She is someone who unconditionally lives for others and to me the contradictions around the criticism of her character start here.

People want her to grow to be more independent, but because of the nature of her trauma, her journey to independence will inevitabily contain a period of indecisiveness.

That's just how this kind of trauma works.

Eren is a constant, her friends are a constant. Tearing her away from that safety will naturally lead to indecision and she will have to do work to find another reason to act that doesn't involve them.

If you are torn away from the people you live for, you are going to be indecisive.

People don't want the resolution to be that she just cuts herself away from her connections and kills Eren, either because that might come across as her story just being about suffering and going through pain over and over again.

But for her to grow more proactive and "learn to be more decisive" as Armin roughly puts it, she has to go through a separation.

She can't learn to be more proactive when she is in state of mind where her only purpose for living is living for others.

So it's a catch 22 situation, where the solution to both is separation, but separation will lead to indecisiveness.

Which is then called meekness and what people usually call "sexist writing" because it involves the female character growing passive, but these are actually two very different things.

Meekness is delibrate passiveness and not even wanting to do anything, indecision is confusion and not knowing what to do.

Mikasa wants to do something, she just doesn't know what to do.

"What should I do?" she asks.

"What could I have done to prevent this?" she asks.

Naturally, what is meant by meekness is also a lack of retorts. She doesn't go around disturbing or questioning the chain of command or escalating situations for the worse with her remarks post-timeskip anymore like she did with Rico and Ian during Trost, with Kitz Weilman (the "my speciality is slicing flesh" situation), Levi in the forest (she got his ankle sprained), the "I have no heart to spare" when chasing Eren or even standing against Levi in the serumbowl.

This kind of "meekness" is actually something basically everyone in this story is going through right now, but for some reason people just mostly keep pointing at Mikasa as if she's the only character that way, but I get it, cold and sharp-tongued Mikasa is probably better written for some because well, maybe it just has more personality for some.

Character development isn't good when it "takes away" stuff you like the character for in the first place and people like the sharp tongue of the single-minded teenage Mikasa.

I'm really happy this chapter actively made her indecision as part of her character, before I might've thought Isayama just didn't know what to do with her at points - I can definitely see that complaint for the Uprising arc, especially, but now it's clear her indecisiveness is the point and Mikasa has a new thing going that's not just about her relationship with Eren. She will have to find a purpose to act and goal to strive towards when everyone she personally cares about is gone and I think we might've just seen that purpose when she called out Eren for causing so much harm to others.

She would live so no child would have to suffer like she has and could live a happy life.

This chapter actually made me kind of tear up for her.

I'm not even sure I like Armin calling her out for not being The Independent Woman Who Needs No Man because everyone she cares about is being split apart from her and relationships with other people are everything to her. Taken in a certain way, it could be just read as "stop having feelings".

Sasha died and she was sitting by her grave, holding her head because of a headache, experiencing the same pain she did all over again as she did with her parents, Eren's parents, as with Eren back in Trost and Armin in Shiganshina.

But now that everyone she cares about is going their own direction, she is helpless.

So, as said, her arc is about her finding direction again and learning to stand on her own feet and I think she will.

That... or we'll go the negative character arc route and she'll go insane from loss and isolation, which I don't think feels like the direction the story is going.

Oh, but Levi is like her and he doesn't have such an extreme reaction!

Well yeah, but Levi's principles are different and his arc is different.

I'd even argue that Levi doesn't even have an arc - we just learn how his principles developed, which is prioritizing survival at all cost (which he learned to do in the underground city) and don't regret your decisions (which according to No Regrets is from Erwin). Maybe he softened up a little bit, but even then we saw he already had a "soft side" the moment he was introduced.

Levi could've developed a unhealthy relationship with Erwin given more time, but his childhood was never defined by trauma and living for other people. It was trying to stay alive. The youngest we saw him, he was malnourished and taken in by a serial killer. A different arc.

Here you could argue why Isayama just didn't make Levi the same character, in which case you could bring up the good old sexism word, but also that he wanted to write each character differently.

Mikasa is the only female or male character that values the relationships she has that much except for, well, at this point, Eren. Whose perspective is deeply ingrained in experiencing loss just like Mikasa's. He wants to genocide the whole world so his friends could live.

Mikasa's arc is specifically *about* the trauma of losing someone dear to you and what it can do to a person and why it does that.

Those she loves are Mikasa's safety blanket and now they're all basically gone.

Sasha is dead and Historia is isolated from this incident.

Armin is panicked and stuck in his mind between all the possibilities, so he runs off on his own to get something done in his mind - Connie, Annie. It's all swirling together in his mind, in panic, when Mikasa is looking for support.

Connie ran off on his own because of his own trauma.

Jean is probably the most grounded right now, but stuck with a lunatic extremist and paralysed into indecision himself.

Hange and Levi are also off somewhere else.

This is the first time Mikasa is truly standing on her own and isolated and it made me sad.

I guess you could call me sexist, but I feel like her not knowing what to do in this situation is pretty human and delibrately good writing.

It just makes sense to me and I don't see this apparent "meek" turn Mikasa's character has taken, when she has always been a reactive character.

The "no heart to spare" teenager Mikasa is the better character for some because her character gives the illusion of "agency" because of her assertive, sharp dialog, but she's never been to actively go and do something that doesn't involve what she cares about.

But it's kind of hard to do that when the people you actually say these things for either told you they hated you or are preoccupied with their own issues and scatter off on their own.

For who will you go on a suicidal rampage, use your "speciality to cut flesh" for and to which enemy will you "spare no heart" when you have nobody left to fight for?

Man, writing this made me sad. All Mikasa wants to do is to be with those she loves.

Once again my full chapter thoughts will be out once the CR version/other versions are out.

There was also some nice juicy Annie stuff, which I'm looking forward to digging into.

#Attack on Titan #Shingeki no Kyojin #Mikasa #Mikasa Ackerman #AoT #SnK

[rosierocks30]

Hidden: Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Despair and Hope

All day the queen had been maintaining the orphanage along with the staff workers who helped out. By evening Historia goes to her cottage house to notice the big yellow envelope on her wooden desk. Her curiosity led her to carefully open the envelope to see thick old pages inside. She gasped excitedly. Yes, this must be what she asked for from her own spies. 

Gently she let her fingers pull out the ancient pages to lay on the hard surface of her desk. The blonde woman pushed her chair to have space to sit on it then scoot closer to the desk. These pages are old documents from what this supposed prophecy Zeke claimed to be doomsday because of her unborn child. 

For months Historia had been waiting for these documents. At first, both Historia and Levi went to the archives in the Capitol's library to take out the book that mentioned the prophecy. When they read it, the book had missing pages. Probably someone had ripped them to hide valuable information. 

Now the queen hold the missing pages of the book. With the light from the candle on her desk, she began to read them.

Her blue ocean eyes scanned through the words. She frowned from what it said. So, there is a prophecy about an offspring with both royal and Ackerman bloodline but it doesn’t say directly to her child. It could be a descendant from both Levi and hers. This child is supposed to be strong and alert, but his or her downfall could bring the Eldians to demise by falling for the Earth devil. 

“Hmm...who is the Earth devil?” Historia had heard the Earth devil was the one responsible cursing Ymir Fritz from becoming the Founding Titan along with cursing the rest of her people. 

The queen finished reading the papers. She doesn’t know whether to take it seriously or not. Her ancestor, King Karl Fritz had caused the persecution of the Ackerman clan. Her own family killed Levi’s and Mikasa’s families probably all because of this prophecy. Fear is a powerful and lethal tool. 

Historia wondered if she and Levi were not the first Royal and Ackerman to have a love affair or had a child together? She’ll have to make more research by asking the same spy to find any primary information about any Royal and Ackerman had been in a relationship together or offsprings of them. 

The queen leans back on her chair and rubs her belly as her unborn child starts to move around. The baby had been active for a few weeks. Last week, Historia had a false contraction. It scared Levi a lot. 

(Flashback)

It was lunchtime on a beautiful autumn day. The sky was clear and blue. The leaves from the trees were colorful. It was perfect for a picnic with the kids. The caretakers helped Historia out setting up the picnic table. The children were running and playing in the open space outside. These past weeks, the weather was too wet from the thunderstorm. Finally, it cleared out and the children were happy to go out to play. 

Besides she also needed the fresh air before winter came, but by then the baby would be already born. She glanced to see Levi by the tree keeping an eye on the perimeter of the area. Even on his day off, he is always on his guard. 

Historia hadn’t been to the capitol to do her royal duties since her baby bump became noticed. The new Premier Dot Pixis had arranged for her into hiding until the birth of the new royal heir. 

She began to place the platters of food like sandwiches, salads, and desserts. The queen felt a sharp pain then stopped to sit on the bench. Levi glanced at his wife to see her expression in discomfort. He gets up to walk towards her. 

“Hey are you ok? Maybe you should go back to the cottage and rest. I can send someone to get a doctor to have them check up on you.” His tone was monotone but a hint of worry. 

Historia shakes her head. “No, it’s fine. Probably, the baby kicked too hard.” She chuckles to distract him from the discomfort she is still feeling. It’s probably nothing since her water hasn’t broken. The doctor mentioned the baby won’t be born by mid October and it’s the third week of September. 

Levi scoffs at disagreeing with her. “Still you should go try to rest. I’ll take you back to our room.” His arm already wrapped around her waist to start leading her back to the cottage. “Levi, I promise you. I am fine. I just got surprised how hard your child kicked. She or he is definitely an Ackerman.” The queen chuckles jokily. 

The captain stares down at her huge belly. “Tch, our brat needs to take it easy with it’s kicks. Oi kiddo, don’t bully your mother with your kicks.” He placed his hand on her stomach to gently rub to calm the baby down. 

The blonde woman smiles and glances at her husband from the way he bonds with their unborn baby. Another uncomfortable kick made her hold her belly. Levi felt that kick and frown. “Yeah, I’m taking you back to the cottage for you to rest.” 

“But Levi-” Historia protested. “No, you’re not gonna convince me to let you stay.” Levi glares at her. His wife pouts in defeat. She doesn’t want to be cooped up in the room especially on a cool sunny day. All she wants to enjoy the outside before winter comes. 

“I’ve been indoors so much it’s driving me crazy, Levi.” She sighs. Levi helps her walk but one of the children runs to them. “Historia! Where are you going? Come play with us. Captain you too, let’s play a game!” The girl smiles at them. Her eyes are full of innocence and curiosity. The captain glances at the little girl. 

Levi and Historia stare down at the little girl. “Kid, Historia isn’t feeling well. She needs to go rest in her room.” Levi said to the child. The little girl pouts sadly. “Oh no, please get well Historia.” She hugs the queen while the queen happily hugs her back. “Aww thank you for your concern, Kathy. Don’t worry, I will be fine once I get enough rest.” The blonde woman gently comforted the orphan girl like a doting mother. Levi let a small smile appear from seeing how natural Historia comforts the child. She will be a wonderful mother once their child is born which it’s going to be soon. After comforting the little girl, both married couples walked back to the cottage. 

Levi helps his pregnant wife to lay on the bed comfortably. “Stay there, I’m going to make tea. I better not see you up, got that.” He said. Historia sighs in defeat. “I’ll stay in bed, I’m a good girl.” She teases her husband. 

The raven haired man tch at her and leaned close to her face. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He smirks then kisses her lips softly. Historia happily kisses him back. “I’m always your brat, my love.” She said softly. Levi caressing her cheek with love. These times they cherish moments like this because soon a blood-thirst war will come. 

(Flashback Ends)

The candlelight shines still while the Paradis queen keeps reading the documents. Finally, she stopped as that’s all it has on what she was looking for. Gently. The petite woman slides the papers into the envelope to hide these precious information to make sure no one takes them.  

“Hmm, I should talk about this to Levi and Hange, they probably can help me figure it out.” The queen said. Just as she gets up, a familiar pain takes over in her body. She hiss in pain. Slowly, the queen makes her way to her way. Laying down sometimes helps her. The doctor said these false contractions will occur often since the birth of her child is almost near. 

Historia wishes Levi was here right now, but he is back at the capitol. The Marleyan army had marched to the Marleyan shores to prepare the invasion. They can invade tonight or tomorrow or now. This has been high on alert for the island. The ambassador Azumabito had been trying to have peace within both Paradis and Marley. Of course, the Marleyans didn’t want peace as they wanted revenge from what Eren did at Libero. Damn you Eren, you have screwed everyone on this island over. The queen hiss in anger. Another sharp pain appeared but this time Historia felt liquid splash on the floor. “Shit!” Her eyes shut from knowing what that means. 

“No no, baby could you have waited until your father comes back from the capitol.” She whispers down to her belly. Levi had promised her, he will come home tomorrow morning. Now, the painfully contractions appear. This time Historia screams. Hoping someone hears and comes to help her to contact a doctor. 

Her lower nightgown is drench with the water that broke inside her womb. Her golden hair is messy. Her face became pale with sweats. As minutes passed, no one came to help her. The queen decides to make an effort to try to drag herself to find someone. Slowly but painfully she gets up and walks out of her bedroom to get to the stairs. Her hand grips on the handle firmly as she gets down carefully. Again, another contraction takes over. “Ahhhhh!” Historia cries in pain. Luckily, she was already at the first floor of her home. 

Her body feels on fire. The contractions feel like the between of her legs ripping apart. She can feel the way her insides become wider as her child moves around to position its head to upside down for the birth. “Someone help me! The baby is coming!” She shouts in panic. This hurts like hell. What if no one comes and this labor kills her and the baby? She can’t leave this world without Levi. Levi will snap and let Iapetus take over to go on a rampage. That’s something she won’t allow to happen. Both the baby and her will have to fight to make it through. While panting hard, the door opens and footsteps come closer to her. Historia sighs in relief. Once her head glances up, her eyes widen in terror. 

“Yelena? Zeke? What are you doing here?” Historia looks frightened as she feels vulnerable from the labor. The pregnant woman trying to back away from those two. “Ah, cousin I see it’s time for the birth of your baby? Don’t worry, we’ll take you somewhere safe. If you don’t obey, one of our own will set the Orphanage on fire and all these poor innocent children will die along with their caretakers.” He said in a dark tone. Historia glares at Zeke and growls in disguise. “You wouldn’t? Leave them be! They have nothing to do with us!” She pleaded with both of them. 

“We suggest you come with us like a good queen if you don’t want blood on your hands, your majesty.” Yelena grabs her arm to pull her towards both Zeke and Yelena. “F-fine but promise me; you won’t harm anyone in the build.” Zeke grins victoriously. “We promise, you have our word.” Now, the queen is being dragged away from her home. She sees that few people on their horses. One of them gets off to walk towards Zeke and Yelena. 

“Well is it her majesty, Queen Historia Reiss. Even though you're covered in sweat and whatever fluid you had your nightgown spill on it, you are indeed a beauty. Our men will escort you somewhere safe.” The same man lent his hand to the queen. Historia noticed a necklace with the templar’s cross on the man. She glances at him then turns to face Zeke. “You allied with the templars now?!” 

“It’s a necessary cause, Historia.” Zeke said. 

“A necessary? You’re a fool if you believe they will help your cause, Jeagerists.” Her cool blue eyes glared angrily at the members of the Jeagerists. The templar man chuckles. “We the templars keep our word, your majesty. Come, or you’ll give birth on the dirty instead somewhere comfortable.” 

The queen still clenches her huge belly while still in pain but luckily the contraction hasn’t appeared again for now. “I don’t have a choice either way. But remember this all of you. I won’t stop the last Ackermans to unleash their true potential on all of you.” She made a threatened tone. Zeke shivers as he knows how lethal Captain Levi is. He had an encounter with how dangerous an Ackerman is. You know what they say about Ackermans, they’re worth a hundred soldiers. 

The templar man scoffs as he doesn’t believe anything she said. “Captain Levi will be nothing but pieces of limbs once we take over the island along the new king.” He grins as he grabs her to drag her to a cart like machine which her grandfather in law calls a car. Once the man pushed her into the back seat and closed the doors with locks. He turns at his men. “Burn down the place. Let’s head out. Our king is waiting for his queen.” He signals the men as they begin burning the cottage first then the main Orphanage building. 

Historia bangs with her fist to beg them to stop. “No! Please, you’ll burn the children and the caretakers!” She sobs as watch the fire consuming the property. Then the car starts to drive away the scene. She is now in shock of the monstrous act. What had these people done? All the children will die in the hands of them...and her. If she would have listened to her grandfather in law to take her to New York City, maybe these children wouldn’t suffer at the hands of these templars and Jeagerists. The island was prepared to go to war with Marley but instead this war was declared by templars and Jeagerists. 

All she sees the farm where both Levi and her built a home with love had burnt down. Her world had shaken. This heartbreak will consume her for a long time. 

(Trost District, Wall Rose)

Eve is with Eren as the local Harvest festival in Trost is held. The streets were filled with people having a good time. There were some drunk people cheering loudly with some songs. Children laughing and running around with stuffed animals from winning prizes. She smiles seeing how adorable they carelessly enjoy the carnival. 

Eren had invited her if she wanted to go to the carnival with him. Oh she smirks and teases him the way he struggled and blushed as he asked. She finally found him several days after their first encounter. 

(Flashback)

Eve was in her room from an inn on the business streets of Trost. She was sitting on her bed braiding strands of hair to have two thin braided from the sides then tied them under the rest of her medium thick brown hair. She took Eren’s advice and bought a pretty long neutral green skirt and a light pink blouse to wear which she is wearing now. 

The brown haired woman finally finished getting ready. She got up to walk to the door and walk out, but locked the door first. Eve heads downstairs to the lobby. She walks out of the inn to go explore the boutiques and cafes. She spotted an outdoor café which the woman entered then seated herself until a waiter took her order. 

The foreign woman thought about this island where her father came from. The people here are peaceful and minding their own business. Her grandparents used to tell her stories of their lifestyle on the island. Maybe she was naïve, her grandparents told her a different dark story. Hopefully, she’ll be lucky not to encounter anything trouble from what they had faced. 

As her order arrived, Eve began to enjoy her meal. “I see you like Auntie Dorothy’s stew pie.” A male voice interrupted her peaceful meal. She glanced up to see it was Eren. 

“Hey Eren, you finally come out of your hiding?” She teased him. 

The Eldian man sat on the other empty chair across her. “Yeah, I’m hungry so I was looking for a spot to eat.” 

“So I guess, you finally choose here?” She said. 

“I saw you so technically you helped me choose.” He smirked. 

“Oh did I?” Eve smirked back then sips her tea.

Eren grabs the piece of bread to eat it. “What plans do you have for the rest of your stay here?” 

Eve thought about what he said. “I don’t know. Probably just explore until it’s time to go back home. Why? Do you have plans for us?” She grins.  

“In a way, yes I do.” He takes a bite again on the bread roll. 

“So where do you plan on taking me?” She said.

“Well, there’s a festival where the locals celebrate the harvest. So I was thinking we can go have fun.” His cheeks begin to blush as asked her. 

“Oh my, are you asking me on a date, Eren?” She noticed his blushed face. 

“I- yeah, you can say that. The festival is in three days. Be ready around 6 for me to pick you up” He plays it off cool. 

“Alright, it’s a date then. I’ll wait for you in that inn’s lobby around 6.” The brunette points to the inn where she’s staying which it’s not that far from this café. Eren turns around to see where she is pointing. He sees the inn and nods. 

Once Eren finally had the courage to ask the mysterious woman out, they continued talking while having lunch.

(End Flashback)

“You look nice by the way.” He glanced while walking on the crowded street with Eve beside him. 

The grey-eyed woman smiled at his complement. “Thank you and you look nice too.” Even though she meant it, her comment sounded awkward since small talks aren’t her strength. 

“thanks .” He said. Eren looked around to see what to do first. “Do you want to go to the gaming booths?” The titan shifter pointed where few gaming booths are located. 

Her eyes followed his finger to see a few booths that are crowded by children and some parents. “Yeah, I’m in the mood to play games. Just so you know, I’ll beat you at any games.” Her tone was flirty but also challenging him. 

The emerald eyed man smirked as in accepting her challenge. “Oh you think you can beat me in games? Alright, if you lose; I’ll want a kiss.” 

“Oh just a kiss? And here I thought you wanted a free meal or a drink.” She said jokingly. 

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I don’t buy the meal for this date.” He chuckled. 

“You Eldian men are very gentlemanly when you’re interested in someone. Where I’m from, the men are lazy in the art of persuading. They need to take lessons from you guys.” She looked at him. 

“Wow, am I already wooing you, doll?” Eren grins while leaning closer to her where she could feel his hot breath tickling her earlobe. This made her heartbeat escalate from how intimately close they are. 

Eve feels her cheeks are flushed but quickly her facial expression changed into a mischievous smirk. “You were doing ok so far, but I suggest don’t call a girl doll or dollface. We low-key hate it.” Her hand is placed on his solid chest which surprises her. She gently pushed him away to have personal space. “Come on, we have three games to play.” Her hand grabbed his to drag him to one of the game booths. 

Eren followed her until they reached the booth. Behind the game booth, an old man glances at them. “Ah welcome welcome. Is the gentleman planning to win a stuffed animal for his pretty lady?” 

“Um no, we made a bet who is good at games.” Eve cuts into the conversation. She looks at the target. 

“Yeah, we’re both playing against each other.” Eren said while he grabbed three darts. 

“Oh a competitive couple. Then let me tell you the rules. If you make it all three darts into the moving targets, you win a prize. May the best man or woman win.” The old man smiles. 

Eve grabs the three darts too then focuses on the targets as they begin to move. Since Eren and Eve had different colored darts it would be easy to know who made the bullet point.  

“Lady first.” The Eldian titan shifter said. 

She rolls her eyes. “Are you sure you want me to have a head start?” 

“I mean of course, I want to give you a chance to make a target since I will beat you. I was a soldier in the Survey Corps at one point.” Eren said in a cocky tone. 

At first, his cocky tone annoyed Eve. There’s one thing she loves to put arrogant people in their place. “Fine, but don’t be surprised what I’m about to do, Soldier boy.” 

She grabs one dart and keeps an eye on the targets then throws into the middle of the moving target. The dart sticks into the bull’s eye. Before both Eren and the old man process their shocks, Eve throws both the darts in each of the target’s bull’s eyes. The woman innocently smiles at them. “Oh would you look at that?” 

Eren couldn't believe it. This woman is full of surprises. She doesn’t seem to try to make the mark without effort. The dark haired man looks at the targets and throws one of the darts. It made it into the target but it landed out of the inner spot. He tried again with the other one which he made closer into one of the targets Eve had made earlier. The last one he missed. He frowned but felt embarrassed as he let his cockiness get to him. Now, he feels like Jean when they both met in their cadet years.

“Oh I won in this round.” Eve grins playfully. Eren glanced at her and smiled. “Yeah, you did. I’m very intrigued by your marksman skills.” His gut feeling this woman is more than just a foreigner who claims being on vacation. 

“Yeah, my grandpa taught me how to aim as a kid since there weren't a lot of fun things to do in their place.” She looks away from Eren as her expression could give out the real reason why she’s too good. 

“Your grandfather must have been a fighter or expert on survival skills.” Eren coaxed into getting out vile information as his curiosity grew. 

“You can say that. He’s just into survival skills as a hobby.” She said feeling off that his tone changed. “Will since I won, I want that cute bunny on top.” She changed the subject and pointed to the prize. The old man grabbed it and gave it to her. “Here you go, young lady.” 

“Thank you.” She smiles. “Come on, the night is still young. We got two more games left.” 

Eren nods and resumes following her. The way her eyes did when she avoided the subject, it reminded him of a particle woman he knew before he had escaped with his brother. Maybe if he continues playing this “date” she’ll spill more information. Something's telling him, this “foreign” woman is not hiding who she really is and who she’s related to. 

One game later, both of them walked to a bench to rest. “We're tied now.” Eren chuckled while soaking in the victory from another game. Eve pouts in defeat. “Yeah well, you got lucky.” She mumbles. 

“Don’t worry we got one more game then I will claim my ultimate prize.” he said. 

“You are definitely desperate in wanting that kiss?” She smirks.

“I do especially from a beautiful woman like you.” He steps closer as their bodies barely have space between them. The woman blushes from once again the way Eren boldly gets closer to her. 

She stares into his green eyes. All she can see is a wounded soul that wants to be free from suffrage. Eve placed her hand on his cheek. Both of them were lost into their own world. Eren feels the spark he had lost years ago. The passion and determination he once had as a child during his cadet years. This woman somehow awakened his old self. The titan shifter may have blood on his hands fro what he did at Liberio in Marley, but maybe there’s another way where the people of Paradis can be free along with the rest of the world instead wiping out the rest of the earth’s population and let his people live but died out until humanity ends for good. 

What are you doing? This is not what we agree with. We need to carry out the plan to save our kind. End this distraction. She will be the end of you. I warned you Eren. She’ll never understand you. 

Damn it. Ymir, why are you in my head at this moment? He said in his thoughts. 

Because you’re letting this temptress allure you away from your promise to me. 

I won’t break my promise. Trust in me, Ymir. Our people will be free. You and I will be free. Eren made his promise to Ymir. 

Very well. As long as you know the consequences.

He feels Ymir left from his subconscious. His hand grabs Eve’s to remove it. Of course, the brunette feels rejected the way he responds to her affection. She steps back and looks away. “Sorry I did mean-” 

“No, it’s fine. It was the nerves.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“Oh ok. It’s alright.” She gives him a warm smile then sees a booth that caught her eyes. 

“Hey let’s go there instead.” Eve grabs his hand to take him to a fortune teller booth.

“The fortune teller? I don’t believe in that nonsense.” Eren said. 

Eve pouts. “Oh come on, this is just for fun. Aren’t you curious what’s your future?” Her arms wrap around his arm as she tries to persuade him to do it. Eren doesn’t need to know his future since he knows what will happen anyways. 

“You do it, I’ll just listen.” He smiles at her then digs his hand into his pocket to grab some coins to pay the fortune teller. “Hello madam, she wants her fortune read.” He said to the older woman. 

The fortune teller nods then takes the money. “Welcome, I see your energies are aligned. It’s rare to meet your other halves. The dark days approach very soon. Both of you will have to make a difficult decision that will decide the fate of the world.” 

Both couples look at each other confusingly then back at the lady. Eren doesn’t know whether to take this lightly. He already feels drawn to her when they both met. Before meeting her, he had dreams of her. Even after, he couldn’t get her out of his thoughts. This is one of the reasons Ymir the founder was not pleased from the distraction he us having. It’s like two female entities fighting for him leading to a different path. Minerva from his dreams and Ymir from his now subconscious. 

What startled both of them is when the lady grabs Eve’s hand and spews words that sound prophetic. 

Blood will be spill

Humanity reaches to its peak of their existence

The Ancient maiden, Juno will rise to enslave all humanity

War has spread global to fight to survive

The Earth Devil brings chaos to see life go exist 

Only love will triumph hatred

Love within the Walls for the centuries cursed be broken at last

The lady snaps out of her trance then smiles like nothing happened. “Thank you for stopping by. I hope your fortunes and happiness comes to you. Be bless youngsters.” 

Eren leads Eve away from the booth. They don’t know what to say. This night has become creepy to enjoy their date. 

“That was interesting…” Eve broke her silence. 

“Yeah very interesting.” Eren agrees. 

The woman looks around. “Do you want to get something to eat and maybe a few drinks?” She offers. Eren looks at the area where tables and benches are located to eat and drink few ales. 

“Yeah, let’s eat and drink.” He said. Right now the Eldian man needs a distraction from what has happened at the booth. 

Eren leads Eve to a table where they both sit. “Do we go find someone or…” A waitress comes to them. “Hello what can I get you both?” 

“Umm..” Eve doesn’t know what they have or where’s the menu. Eren glances at the waitress. “We’ll have a pot roast beef and two cups of ales.” He said. The waitress nods and writes down. She left to go give the order. 

“You know the menu here?” She looks around to find the menu. 

“It’s posted all over the festival. You were probably distracted by my looks.” He teases her. 

Eve scoffs and throws a peanut which there was a basket of roasted peanuts as an appetizer. “Don’t get too cocky on me, Eren.” She let out a giggle then smirked. 

 The titan shift feels the peanut hit his forehead. “What? It’s true. You just can’t resist me.” He chuckles along. 

“I can resist you. You’re like a 6 out of 10 anyways.” She plays it cool while paying attention to her nails. What Eve didn’t notice Eren already got up and sat next to her very closely. The grey eyed woman was startled. “I- “ 

“Are you sure about that? I think you need some demonstration.” He leans his face towards hers. His whispers once again hit her ear. The way his hand was already on one of her curves. She blushes from the position they are both in. 

“What kind of demonstration do you mean?” Her tone sounded flirty as the mood had changed. 

Eren was staring into her eyes. Eve eagerly waited for what next move he’ll do. They don’t care if someone is probably looking at them. Most people are probably drunk and start shouting like “kiss her.” along with whistling sounds. 

Before Eve says something to ruin this moment, Eren grips her chin gently and crashes his lips onto hers. They feel an electric shock from their kiss. Eve’s hands press on to his chest as the kiss becomes deeper and passionate when she kisses him back. In the background you can hear some drunks cheering and whistling from how intimate both Eren and Eve’s kiss are. 

Her hands slowly slide up from his chest to wrap around his neck. She can feel the way his tongue explores inside her mouth. Now, her tongue dances around his. Eve may have been kissed before with few guys in the past but the way Eren does it; she feels like heavenly bliss.

A soft moan was heard which Eren gently pulled away from their kiss. Eve’s face was flushed. She was panting from the amazing kiss with Eren. Slowly, both of them looked at each other. “Ok with that kiss, I’ll raise up to an 8.” 

“Don’t you mean a 10.” He said. 

“We’ll see how this night goes and I’ll give you an overall score.” She chuckles.

The waitress came back with their ales and food. Eren gets up and goes back to his seat. Eve and Eren enjoy eating while drinking and talking for a while. Even though they finished their meals, both ordered more rounds of ales. On the corner from where they are. The sounds of music and people dancing was heard loud as it began. Eve looked away from Eren to see people dancing to some local dance moves.

“Let’s dance.” She turned around back to Eren with an exciting expression. 

“I don’t dance.” He mumbled while gulping his mug of ale. 

“Oh please, you said you were a soldier, I’m sure you’re capable of dancing.” She gives a puppy pout to convince the man in front of her. 

He grunted and gave up. “Fine, but if I trip that’s on you.” Eve smiled happily and grabbed him to pull him into the dancefloor. 

Once they are on the wooden dance floor, the music changes and the two of them are in position with their hands pressed against each other. They are right beside each other but their face stares into each other’s eyes. The sounds of stomping shoes against the wooden floor and people laughing while clapping from having a good time became louder which gathered more people to join in the dance. 

You could hear the violin fiddling into the melody and the drums beating. Both Eren and Eve dance as their feet pick up the beat. The Eldian titan shifter spins the Burnette. Eve screams with joy from having a good time. As the music becomes faster, they grab both their hands to spin around the dancefloor. Both of them laugh and smile like carefree children. This is one of the highlights the potential couples won’t ever forget besides the kiss. Finally the music ends and they stop to take a quick break. 

“See you can dance.” She poke his nose teasingly. 

“Yes well, I got lucky.” He grins. 

Soon another song starts playing. Eren wraps around Eve’s waist with his arm to bring each other closer. Eve can feel her heart pounding from feeling his chest pressing onto hers. This is probably the fourth time she had blush because Eve can feel his hand rubbing in circles on her lower back. She let him lead the dance as she followed the footsteps. This song has a slow pace which kind of brings anyone into a romantic mood. 

Eve rests her head on his shoulder while Eren nuzzles on her hair. He can smell the lavender and a hint of spring flowers on her. 

“I don’t want this to stop…” Eve whispers softly. 

Eren nods in agreement. “Me too. This is the first time I feel at peace.” He said. 

Is this what all it takes to feel this peace and happiness? He remembers the words Eren Kruger said to his father before becoming the Attack Titan holder. 

Find someone to love within these walls…

Just maybe Eren can do both in devoting to his plan and falling in love with this woman. He knows she has many secrets, but he is willingly to take time to find them out one day. He already thought about what he’ll do after he succeeded in unlocking The Rumbling. Eren wants to take Eve to explore the whole world until they become old and die in peace together. Yeah that he can make his dream happen. 

They’re peace was interrupted when The music started upbeat and fast again. Their dance switches into fast pace to keep up the music. Their feets gallop all over the dance floor. Eren still has his arm around her waist while holding her hand. Eve was smiling and still keeping up with him. Then Eren spins her a few times until their arms link to swing around. Once again they repeat those moves in order until the music finally stops. 

“Let’s take a break.” She was breathing heavily which Eren happily nodded. 

Both of them went back to their table but it was full of drunk men arm wrestling. Eve let go of Eren’s arm to walk towards them. 

“Gentlemen, may I join you in a game of arm wrestling?” She said with a smile. The men stop to glance at her up and down. An unfamiliar feeling made Eren want to grab and kiss her. He wants to show them she’s his girl. 

“Oh you think a pretty woman like you can beat all of us in arm wrestling?” One of the drunk men said as the rest laughed like it was a joke. “Why don’t you go back to your boyfriend, girlie? Hey boy, I think your little girlfriend got lost until you don’t mind sharing her with us?” They drunkenly laugh again. 

Eren growls at what they said. He was about to teach these drunk bastards a lesson until her hand pressed on his chest to stop him from doing anything impulsive. 

“It’s ok, they are just little cunts that are scared of a woman like me to beat them in arm wrestling.” She made a mocking tone at them which one of them got up abruptly but almost fell. “Oi you bitch! Be careful what you say or me and my friends will have to teach you and your boyfriend a lesson.” 

“Then let’s play arm wrestle if you believe you’re capable of winning. If I win, you guys will buy mugs of ale for me and him.” She glances at Eren with a smile while entangling her hand against his. “If I lose, you guys can teach me a lesson.” she made a husky tone to emphasize what she meant. To be honest, she will never let that happen if they think they will touch her. The drunk men smirks at the deal. 

“Alright, dollface. You got yourself a deal.” Most of the men make room for Eve to go sit. Eren grabs her arm. “What are you doing?” He frowned. Eve looks at him. “Don’t worry. Just trust in me.” She gives a peck on his cheek then goes to sit on the empty spot and places her arm on the table while waiting for the other man to get ready as well. 

The other man places his elbow on the wooden table then grabs her hand while staring at her as he tries to intimate her. Meanwhile the other man’s friend starts to count. 

“Alright, on the count to three. May the best man or lady wins. One, two, and three. Go.” Both Eve and the other man begin to wrestle their arms. The drunk man was flabbergasted that he has to struggle to try to pin her arm to the table. Around them, the men shout to cheer on their friend while the others shout unpleasant comments. Eve scoffs but focuses on the match. 

“You’re doing alright there, buddy? You seem to be having a hard time to pin my arm to the table.” She smirks. 

“You shut up bitch. When I win you will be feeling sorry.” The man glares while using his brute power. 

Eve rolls her eyes and teasingly lets a little bit lose her arm as the man pushes so  close to the table. “Seriously? What are you made of?!” The man grunts his teeth. His face becomes flush red from using most of his strength and the amount of alcohol in his system. 

Eren carefully watches the match and of course like most others he’s shocked this woman is not breaking sweat as her arm has been pinned to the table. He remembered how everyone was shocked during his cadet years when Mikasa arm wrestled most of the guys and she had won. Could this woman be related to Mikasa and Captain Levi? Or she’s just that naturally strong? 

Eve sighs. “Wow this is so sad watching you struggling. I’m ending this.” Before the man said anything, his arm was slam to the wooden table. The people around them shouts in displeasure that Eve won. 

Now the brunette gets up and yawns. “I’ll give you props. At least you gave your all. Anyways gentlemen, I think me and my friend would like to have drinks please.” She smiles at them innocently. 

After the matching scene, Eren and Eve were alone drinking mugs of ale as they had interesting conservations for the rest of the night. 

“Seriously, what’s your secret? First your markman skills are amazing then you didn’t even break a sweat to keep your arm still. I’m curious if your last name is Ackerman or are you in some way related to Mikasa Ackerman and Captain Levi Ackerman?” Eren already felt the alcohol making him spew what had been on his mind all night. 

Eve stares at him confusingly. “Ackerman? No, I’m sorry. I don’t think I ever heard those two in my life.” 

“But didn’t you say your grandparents are from here?” Eren said. 

“Yeah, but that was long ago. Now they are enjoying their retirement.” She said.

“Are they enjoying their freedom?” Eren whispered curiously. 

“Huh? Yeah, I guess they are. Why?” She was intrigued by his question. 

“Because we Eldians are stained as monsters...devils from the rest of the world.” His tone changed to hatred. This worries Eve. 

“Eren, it’s hard and painful for what our people are going through from being discriminated against by the world’s population. Yes, what we did in the past was awful and we should make atone for the actions. I believe it should have been our ancestors who made the atone for their actions but us their descendants are paying the price. This cycle of hate needs to break. I believe we shouldn’t retaliate because that’s what will give them the idea that we are evil.” Eve gently holds his hand as she says her words.

The titan shifter frowns. He glances at her. “The rest of the world have blood on their hands. This island has been a prison for us while the rest of Eldians from other parts of the world were segregated and treated like dirt. Haven’t we already paid our Eldian ancestors’ price?” His green eyes were getting watery. 

Already Eve gets up to go sit beside him to give comfort. “I agree with you. We have already paid that price. With time and patience, we’ll get that freedom as human beings. We just have to speak our voice. Start having political affairs for making treaties. Let the world know we are not monsters. All we want is to have the right to live as human beings. If you use violence, all it does is make us look sinister. Maybe I'm naïve but I still believe in hope for humanity. We can’t let the bad seeds over shadow the beauty of humanity. This blue planet has so much to offer. I want to show you the good side of it.” Eve had her hands cup on his cheeks. 

“You’re naïve to think they will forgive us like that.” He mumbles. Eren wonders if she knows what kind of encounters he endured along with his friends and comrades? 

“Time will tell, but it will be worth it. I just don’t want to see you suffering. You deserve to be happy. When we were dancing, you smiled. I love it, I saw the inner child in you.” Eren is in trance of the way her smile makes his heart beat fast. This beautiful woman is one of the kind. Her perspective is opposite than his. 

“Have you lost someone?” She asked. 

“Yeah, my parents, comrades, friends. My mother got eaten by a titan and my father sacrificed himself for our people. I’m just tired of losing important people in my life. That’s why I want to make my plan work.” He said. 

“I’m sorry to hear that. It must be painful for you to experience. No one shouldn’t feel that pain. What plan do you want to make it work?” Her hand caressing his face.

“I’m sorry...but I can’t tell you. The least you know the better this plan works.” He said. 

“Hm alright, but whatever your plan is, please rethink carefully that it won’t have negative consequences. Give the world a chance. There are people out there who advocate our freedom.” She said 

“You know you sounded like one of my best friends named Armin. He was always optimistic and bright. He always sees good in everything no matter the dark things he has faced.” He chuckles when Armin showed him a book of the world as kids before the Wall in Shiganshina broke in and titans came to feast on the locals. 

“Do I? Then he seems like a very compassionate bright guy.” Eve still smiles. Eren couldn’t help to glance at her lips. They look so tempting like a forbidden fruit.

“Mhm he is.” He mumbles, then leans closer as his lips hover on hers. Since Eve still has her hands on his cheeks, she presses her lips onto his and moans from the addictive taste he has. Eren wraps his arms around her waist to be closer while they deeply kiss each other. Their bodies become hot from the passion they create. 

“Will you make me happy?” He said breathlessly from the kiss. 

“Do you want me to? How can I make you happy?” She looks into his emerald green eyes. 

“Just being with me...by making you my girl.” This made her heart beat skip. Usually Eve makes a guy she’s interested in wait and see how compatible they are until she officially becomes into a relationship. In this case, something within her is telling to say yes and take this chance.

“Yes, I want you to be mine.” She finally made her decision. Thus made Eren smile and kiss her again.

“Let’s go somewhere private.” He said between kissing her.

In the inn where Eren has a room checked out, the door slams open as both couples make their way inside while kissing and groping each other. During their walks back here, they struggle to keep their hands to themselves. Eve uses her foot to close the door then locks it with one hand while Eren kisses and marks her neck and let his hands undo her blouse. 

“I wanted you so bad.” He whispers huskily. Eve whimpers the way his hands wonder around her body. She feels so hot that her clothes are annoying her. She turns towards him and smirks. “Show me how bad you want me, babe.” 

Eren growls the way her silky voice teases him. He rips the rest of her clothes and lets them fall on the floor. All she had was her bra and panties. The titan shifter lifts her up to carry her to the bed and drops her onto the mattress. She made a oof sound then her hands unhooking her bra to let her breasts feel free. 

His eyes couldn’t stop staring at her while she teasingly removed her bra then now her panties as her eyes look at him too. Her finger lightly caressing her exposing body. “What are you waiting for? Start stripping or you need my assistance?” She giggles. 

“I guess I do need your assistance in removing my clothes.” He smirks. 

Eve gets up to walk towards him and hooks her fingers onto the hem of his trousers to bring him to the bed. She sits on the edge of the bed while undoing his belt then lifts his shirt to see his abs being exposed. Roughly, she undo the button from his pants and pull them down including his undergarment. Eren kicks them off and leans to her to resume their make out. 

Eve crawled backward to give Eren room to be on the bed. He hovers on her body. His lips roughly kisses down to her neck then further down to her breasts. His hand gropes one of them which Eve moans from the sensation. She has her arms wrap around him 

“Mmm Eren.” The way she moaned his name made feel insatiable. He lowered his face as his hands spread her legs. He can see how wet her pussy is. He gently kisses her inner thighs which he feels her grip on his hair. 

“Shit Eren, stop teasing me.” She whimpers softly. Her hand pulls his hair.

He chuckles from her cute beg. “Patience dollface.” A growl came from her as the eagerness built up. 

Eren leans between her legs to stroke his tongue on her throbbing clitoris. She let out a gasping moan. She panting and moaning as his tongue  and mouth magically devoured her core. He can’t get enough of it. His nails clawed on to both sides of her hips. His face shaking to bury his tongue deep into her pussy. 

Eve begins to buck her hips and rock against his face. She loves this pleasurable feeling. How it drives her into insanity. 

“Nghh E-eren. I’m going to cum…” She grips the bedsheets. Her orgasm is reaching its peak. The grey-eyed woman moaned loud when her orgasm came. 

He moans from tasting and licking her slick that she produces. Now, he glances at her while she’s regaining her breath. “I’m just getting started.” His emerald eyes glow. Eve was seeing cloudy from the way his tongue undo to her. 

“Huh?” the dark haired woman feels his manhood rubbing on her entrance. “Mmmmm again with the teasing.” 

He continues rubbing his tip on her wet pussy. Eve growls and begs him. “Please I need you now. Fuck me, Eren.” 

“At it girl.” Finally, he thrust his length into her and both moan from the sensation of electricity and heat. The titan shifter holds onto the woman as he starts to thrust in rough pace. Eve whimpers and cries from the ecstasy. Her nails claw his back to leave scratch marks. He growls from it but keeps going faster. The bed shakes and rocks by the wall which probably by next morning the next door would be not happy hearing noises. Both Eren and Eve don’t care at the moment. 

Their moans increasing louder as their high almost reaches their climax. Eren is already deep inside her as his thrust starts to slow down when he orgasm first and release his seeds inside her. Eve cums again after him. Both stare at each other after the orgasm. Eren gently pulls out then crashes beside her as his exhaustion takes over. She follows him as they both fall asleep. 

A/N: Finally I'm done with this chapter! I’m sorry guys. I’ve been busy and I’m slow for a while so please bear with me uwu. So I hope you enjoy this chapter and have a beautiful day! 

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Open Mind, Open Heart

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa II Rating: T (?) II Words: 3095 II [AO3] Warnings: tidbits of soft porn don't look at me  A/N: This is for a request I received from AO3 user TheMoonThatKissedTheSun almost (and I am very ashamed to admit this) two years ago, asking for a sequel to chapter 24, "Foolish." I'm so sorry that it took me so long to come around. If by any chance you're still in the fandom and you see this, I hope you can forgive me and that you like what I wrote. It's the longest thing I've written in a while sjdfljd. This is for EreMika White Day: Non Traditional/Free I’m not sure if I’m early or late lol

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Shaking fingers trace his script as she looks over the letter one more time, the usual steady drum of her heart taking on a loud, sporadic rhythm when she reads, ‘I’m coming home by the way.’ At first, she half-snorted at the sentence as if it were another one of his tasteless jokes before she paused, using the wobbly mailbox for support as she strung each word together and actually processed their meaning. How very Eren of him to deliver the news so casually, to end his letter with the very words she’s longed to see ever since she found out he was accepting a job that would take him away.

A sudden thought has her turning on her heal, feet stumbling over each other in her hurry to tell Carla the news, but something at the very bottom of the page anchors her step, has her adjusting the sheet to make sure she’s not seeing imaginary things. She brings the paper closer for inspection, wondering how she almost missed the tiniest of arrows pointing at the bottom corner. Curious, she turns the page over, finding another message that had been hidden within the back folds of the letter.

I can’t wait to marry you.

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“Mikasa,” he mumbles against her mouth, and then he’s chuckling, the sound deep and so rich that she ignores the rushed murmur of her name and pulls him close again, fingers unintentionally ruining the hair he’s tied back. Though his voice has taken a new depth and his hair a longer length, she finds that not much has changed in his absence. She took relief in it, having missed his weak, silly attempts at making her laugh, the conversations that could keep them up all night, his summer-like presence. And in his own way, he lets her know that he’s missed her exactly the same.

His hands are restless, pushing her arms up and helping adjust them securely around his neck, weakly grasping the fabric at her lower back, smoothing over the pleated skirt bunched at her knees until they press against her cheeks in another attempt to get her attention. He’s barely gotten out the first syllable of her name before she boldly pushes her tongue past his lips the moment they part, satisfied at the strangled noise she draws out.

“S-stop, wait a minute,”

She listens this time, pulling back and fixing her gaze on his rudy blush as their sighs mingle into one warm breath, filling the space between them.

“You want me to stop?”

“No. Yes. I mean,” a frustrated groan softly rasps from his throat before he clears it, frowning at her teasing smile. “I have something for you.”

She respires slow and heavily, blinking away the haze from her eyes. “For me?”

He hums, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Give me a second.”

He doesn’t leave any more room for question, already standing at his full height and as his footsteps recede, she slumps back on her bed (or rather what used to be his old one), dizzy from the attention he’s lavishing her with. Each breath she takes cools her skin from his heated touch, the muscles in her face aching and not used to all the smiles. In fact, she’s not used to any of it; loving and being loved like this. She keeps discovering new things about him, about herself and though the unfamiliarity of their intimacy makes her nervous, it also sparks an excitement that ignites the desire for more.

She doesn’t remember closing her eyes, only realizing that she’s fallen half asleep when Eren tugs at her sleeve, pushing aside the bangs that are tangled in her lashes. Her arms push her upright, the mattress dipping as he sits. “Eren? What… where did you go?”

His cheeks redden. “I, uh, was having trouble finding what I was looking for. Sorry I took so long.” Again, he adds in an afterthought, snorting. She huffs in their mutual amusement, shaking her head.

“It’s okay,” she says softly, the small package in his hand catching her attention. “What’s that?”

He snaps into a straight posture like he’s already forgotten about the item, quickly shoving it onto her lap. Settling against the headboard, she carefully undoes the simple knot binding the box, looking at him one last time before lifting the cover. Inside is a key, unique in shape and she holds it between her fingers, unsure how to react and shrinking somewhat under his expectant eyes. Is it a souvenir of sorts? What is it supposed to mean?

“Um…” she laughs a little, thinking herself dumb for her next question. “What’s this for?”

He gladly elaborates, taking the hand holding the key into his own. “While I was away, I found this really nice house… and well, that the key to that house. It could definitely use some work, but since we’re starting a new chapter of our lives, I thought it’d be nice to… what?”

“You… bought another house?”

“Yeah…?” he slowly ascertains, as if he’s trying to guess the right answer. “Well, I didn’t exactly buy it. I put down some money on it, and I’m going to pay it off in installments.”

“When? What about this house? What about Carla? Why didn’t you talk to me first before buying it? Where -”

“Woah, wait Mikasa one question at a time. I just…” he winces, slow and confused. “I wanted to surprise you with something nice.”

Inside, she softens at his sincerity in his voice, can see the good intention behind it, but -- “Eren, you can’t just make big decisions like that without asking. Does Carla even know?”

“I mean… I was getting around to telling her -”

She scoffs, the sound almost inaudible yet his ears manage to pick up on it and just like that, both of their moods turn sour. They spend the next hour pacing around the room and around each other as they argue. It ends when they stay silent for a few minutes too long and Eren wordlessly leaves the room, going somewhere to blow off steam she’s sure. A part of her wishes to call out as he walks away, to tell him and come back so they can make up for the time he’s been gone, just like they were earlier. But by the time she’s willing to put her pride aside, he’s already gone. She stares at the key they set aside on her dresser, and without much reason, she puts it back inside its box and fixes it the same way it was given to her.

—

In the morning when she wakes, Eren isn’t home.

It’s Carla who tells her of his whereabouts after she asks; even if she’s upset with him, it doesn’t ever stop her from worrying.

“All he told me is that he’s going to be gone for a few hours, maybe longer. He wasn’t sure. I couldn’t even ask where he was off to! He was already walking out.”

Her face falls, fingers wrapping tighter around her cup. “I see.”

Sensing something off, Carla sits across from her, reaching over the small table to squeeze her wrist. “Dear, what’s wrong? What happened between you two?”

Talking about it was probably one of the last things she wanted at the moment, but if anyone could understand, it’s Auntie. She goes on to explain the argument she had with Eren, and as she relays the heated words he threw at her and she at him, something like guilt and regret starts to coil in her gut, the look on Carla’s face anything but reassuring.

“You know,” she starts after a minute, taking a sip of her drink, “When I married Eren’s father, we had hardly been together for a year, but I knew I loved him and at the moment it just felt right. Back then, my mistake was thinking that marriage would be easy. Grisha and I disagreed and argued about a lot of things. Having Eren made things harder because it was no longer just about me and his father, we had to think about him too. We almost split when Eren was still a toddler. It wasn’t what I wanted, though. Not for me, and most certainly not for our son.”

The short story comes as a shock to her because as long as she has known the Yeagers, they never seemed to have any issues of the sort. It makes her wonder if her own parents had something similar happen to them. “How did you fix it?”

Carla smiles sadly, sighing a sigh that spoke her grief for the husband that vanished without any explanation. She comforts her this time, resting a hand on Carla’s worn one. “It didn’t happen right away. But eventually, we learned to work together and compromise, set boundaries that were not to be crossed. We still had our disagreements here and there, but it’s like that with every type of relationship. The point of this, Mikasa, is to tell you what I wished someone would have told me when I was about to get married: disagreements and arguments will and are bound to happen between you and Eren. Part of being together means that you have to learn how to communicate and work as a team instead of against each other.”

She contemplates this and reflects on last night, taking a lot of fault for the situation turning into an argument when they could’ve talked it out. Reacting the way she did though... she wasn’t sure it could’ve been helped. 

“Eren is like me when I was his age. He’s still a bit carefree and sometimes does things on a whim, though I’m sure you already know that. I think what he did, getting that house, was him being spontaneous and trying to make you happy.” Amber eyes don’t miss her melancholic reaction, so she continues. “That doesn’t mean that he did it the right way, though. Like you said, he should’ve talked to you first. You both are going to make mistakes in the future and as you work through them, you learn something and become better. Just talk to him, Mikasa. These things take a lot of patience and understanding, but if it’s you two… it will be alright. Eren may not make the wisest decisions all the time, but I think one of his best ones is choosing to marry you.”

—

Later at night, when everything is still and she’s certain Carla is asleep, she tiptoes to her old room, pushing the door open until she can fit through and then closing it behind her. If he’s awake she isn’t sure, but she walks over nonetheless, tucking some hair behind his ear and leaning down to kiss his cheek. She doesn’t pull away entirely when he stirs, watching as foggy eyes open halfway and peer up into hers.

“Mikasa?”

She hums, lips brushing against his temple. “I’m not dreaming?” Smiling against his skin, she shakes her head.

“No, you aren’t.”

Lifting the blanket, she motions for him to make room and sighs as she settles against the heat of his body, palm smoothing over his chest. He is stiff and audibly swallows before his arm cautiously pulls her close, fingers curling around her shoulder. They stay like that for a bit, his gentle touches and her kisses conveying their apologies until the tension leaves their muscles and they sink comfortably into the bed.

“I left earlier to find that seller and tell him I wasn’t going to keep that house.”

He sounds sad as he tells her, and she scolds herself for getting upset and thinking only about her feelings. Sure, she would’ve liked to know beforehand, but Carla’s advice echoes in her ears, making her mindful of her selfishness. He is adventurous, always looking for the next new thing and always so eager to give. She knew this, saw how happy he looked at the thought of starting their life somewhere new. And yet she gave in to her own fear of change and made him go through all that trouble. Eren breathes out, clearly tired.

“It was hard, but in the end, he understood. What I forgot, though, was to bring the key with me to hand back,” he laughs emptily. “You think you could give me the key tomorrow? I need to return it as soon as possible.”

He turns his head towards her, waiting for an answer. She puts a finger to her chin for a moment, feigning deep thought before settling against his shoulder once more. “No, I don’t think I can give it back.”

She can sense his eyes on her and she resumes tracing his collarbone, trying to calm the slight tremble of her fingers. “Wha… what do you mean you can’t?”

“I don’t want you to give the house away.”

He shifts, leaning on a forearm to look down at her. “But you said -”

“Nevermind what I said. I was wrong. I know how much this means to you, so we’re keeping it.”

“Mikasa,” he whispers, pushing aside her bangs. “If that’s how you feel now, then why do you look scared?”

“Because I am,” she admits, almost unwillingly. “I’ve lived in this town all my life, it’s all I’ve known. And - I know I’ve only been here at this house for a few years, but…” her words trail off and she shyly looks up at him, immediately noticing the concern creasing his face and trying to smooth it out with her thumbs. She shakes off the thought, firming her words. “I wouldn’t mind starting our life somewhere new. If it’s with you, I think I can do it.”

Though it’s unexpected in the seriousness of the moment, she welcomes the ferocity of his kiss by tugging him closer, bodies shuffling and tangling until she feels his weight settle between her thighs.

“Eren,” she whispers harshly, pushing at his arms yet tilting her head back as his lips traverse the length of her throat. “Your mother is down the h-” Her moan escapes her lips in muffled fragments as he grinds his body against hers, calloused hands squeezing her bare thighs when they move to bunch her gown at her hips.

“I’m - serious,” she manages to gasp out, gripping his hands and pulling them from beneath her clothes, breathless with how quick things are escalating. “Wait a minute…!” 

He licks his lips, the glint in his eyes mischevious. “You want me to stop?” She raises a brow at his mocking tone, and it takes only a moment for her to remember saying the same thing to him the day before. She buries her face in her hands, unresponsive to her name and turning bright red. She eventually looks at him between the gaps of her fingers, answering his question with an annoyed yes.

“Fine,” he sighs, slumping next to her, playfully disappointed. “I’ll wait till our wedding night then.” How shameless, she thinks, throwing a pillow over her face and ignoring his laughter.

“Hey Mikasa?”

She lowers the pillow when he tugs at her arm, peaking an eye out.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

—  

There’s a different kind of buzz in the air on the morning of her wedding, all the women she knows coming to the house and fussing over her appearance. Though she wants to be annoyed (because really, it’s only a small ceremony), she learns to appreciate the help, knowing that there was no way she’d be able to do all of this on her own. The local seamstress puts the final touches on her gown, making her tear up at the small mentions of her mother, how much they look alike and how proud she insists her mother would be of her today. Sasha puts on some light makeup, adding color to her otherwise pale skin as Carla does her hair, weaving the long strands into intricate braids and bringing them together in a neat bun. When the last of many small flowers are placed in her hair and Auntie finishes adjusting the veil, all the women in the room step back and shower her in compliments, making her face and the inside of her chest warm.

“Wow,” a familiar voice whistles, “You look so beautiful, Mikasa. How did someone like Eren get you to marry him?”

“I’m still not sure myself, Armin,” Auntie jokes, laughing.

She shakes her head and smiles, moving through the small crowd to reach one of her best friends. “Thank you, Armin. I’m so glad you came to see me before the ceremony.”

“Of course,” he grins, embracing her. 

“It feels like it was just yesterday the three of you were half my height and chasing each other around my yard,” Carla sniffles, looking over them fondly. “Stop growing up so fast, I can’t keep up.” They both pull her into their embrace, swept up in their shared nostalgia.

“Mikasa,” a woman calls from the door, grabbing everyone’s attention. “The officiator is here. Are you ready?”

The room fills with excited murmurs and she swallows, fiddling with her ring anxiously. This is it. Carla grabs her shoulder lightly, her gaze soft and knowing and she nods, both at Auntie and the woman. “Yes, I’m ready.”

—

It takes quite a bit for her to be moved to tears and even more to make her laugh, but she finds herself caught in both acts as he stutters over his vows, mouthing an explicative and doing his best to ignore the embarrassment and vulnerability he feels. She squeezes his fingers reassuringly, understandingly, and it’s enough to help him finish before she takes her turn. After a single, shaky breath, she repeats the words she’s rehearsed so many times, the rough yet gentle swipe of his thumbs over her skin comforting, inspiring more confidence in her. His smile reaches his eyes, making them so bright and warm that she melts into his hand, punctuating her promises with a kiss to the center of it.

And though she had told him that she wanted Carla’s ring and nothing else, he surprises her with another one anyway, the piece of jewelry bearing stones with cuts she’s never seen before, nearly every edge of it glittering as he slips it above the simple band she’s grown attached to. It’s far too beautiful for it to belong to her and she whispers as much, but he simply tells her to shut up, twining his fingers between the braids in her hair and kissing her, making everyone around them cheer and whoop wildly.

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As requested (multiple times :>) this is a more Jean/Hitch oriented chapter. Also, does this ship have a name? Like.... Jitch? or... Hean? . . . No?

One of the worst feelings in the world is being miserable and having no one to blame but yourself. Jean made this discovery about five minutes ago, when Mikasa finished another exercise set, effortlessly, and they exchanged places. Now he was the one sweating on the machine seat, although he was at least smart enough to put a towel under himself, cursing his morning brain who thought that this was a good idea in the first place. Just a few hours back he was comfortable, back in his bed, sleeping through the hangover from last night, when his phone rung, rousing him. Only half awake, he picked it up, and was surprised to hear Mikasa’s voice, all energetic as if she wasn’t up until early morning hours, same as Jean was.

“Hey, you sleeping?”

“I was…”, he grumbled, pushing his not very cooperating body into a sitting position, “But as you can hear that’s in the past. What’s up?”

“I’ve been heading to the gym, for my morning routine, and then I recalled the talk we had. You said you did some Krav Maga, right?”

Like fucking ten years ago, but that was not something he would boast with.

“Um, yeah.”

“Great! Wanna join me here? I could use a partner.”

“Yeager not up for it?”

“He had to go to the hospital, some sort of emergency, so I’m all by my lonesome. Unless you save me, of course.”

That was the moment. The one where he could say no, make up some sort of excuse, turn on the other side and go back to sleep. Mikasa was a professional, she trained by herself all the time, and this invitation that she extended Jean’s way was probably just a courtesy. But, as it just sometimes was, his ego got the better of him. Couldn’t leave the lady in distress, now could he.

“I’ll be there.”

Several coffees and a shower later, to wake up, Jean left the hotel and drove to the gym, easily finding a spot right next to Mikasa’s black sleek motorbike. He had no idea what brand it was, but it looked fast as hell. And expensive. Leaving the car, and squinting into the sun, which for some reason decided to rise and shine early, most likely just to bother him, Jean crossed the short distance to the gym doors, entering. And that’s when the torture began.

It’s important to mention that his physical status was quite good. Even with working an office job, he led an active life, most of the time, and overall considered himself fit. But all that got simply blown away, now that he had to match someone as Mikasa. Somehow she managed to move as if there was a full night of sleep behind her, not tired at all, her brow remaining completely dry, while Jean was sweating profusely, the muscles he didn’t even know that existed aching.

“I think… I think I need a break….”, he breathed out, half rolling half falling from the bench, remaining on his knees after. His legs felt like they were on fire.

“That’s fine, but you gotta keep moving, otherwise you’ll cramp.”, she offered him a hand, a faint smile on her face, “C’mon.”

Taking the offered help, Jean was pulled to his feet by an impressive force, filling his lungs with the sweet oxygen after. Following her advice, he did his best to stretch, although moving even an inch was a task close to impossible right now. Next to his questionable efforts, Mikasa was doing her own stretching, moves so impressive that it made him question if she isn’t just subtly flexing on him.

“How come you’re not even tired?”, he panted out, hands on knees, “We were all drinking like crazy last night.”

She shrugged.

“We left early.”

Now that she mentioned it, Jean started getting some flashbacks, mostly images of other people wasted out of their mind. It was Hange’s fault, because when everyone was positively buzzed, she suggested that they try shots out of the menu that was marked with skull and crossbones, apparently some kind of experimental drinks. Jean remembered drinking one, then two, and then not much after, just some bits and pieces. Damn chemicals. But he did recall a few vital moments.

“To be honest, I was more surprised that you guys even stayed for so long, after all that groping and trying to eat each other’s faces. Not even trying to be sneaky about it, were you?”

“Please.”, Mikasa didn’t even blush, continuing her workout uninterrupted, “You’re the one to talk.”

“What?”, Jean’s eyebrows scrunched together, as he tried deciphering whatever code she was throwing at him, “The hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, you don’t remember?”, this time, her smile was downright evil, “Work that brain of yours, I’m sure that you’ll get it.”

All right then, time to dig. They played the tournament, Hange kicked his ass, then won the whole thing, the celebration being followed by some drinks, the night steadily progressing. He remembered Carla being overwhelmed rather quickly, laughing and brushing away all of Eren’s offers to help her get home. Then Hange and her devilish mixes came in to the scene and….black. Flash of Eren pushing Mikasa against the wall, making out aggressively, while her hands were anchored securely in his messy hair, eyes closed, the pair completely obvious to their surroundings. Another skip, and this time he was talking to someone, although the face was blurry with a slow song coming out of the speakers, Sasha slumped in her wheelchair staring into nothing while her fingers clattered on the notebook controlling the music. Skip, and now he was kissing someone, in a corner of the room, while sleeping Carla was being carried out by Eren and Mikasa, the former joking about how his mother can’t hold her liquor. Well, seems like Mikasa was right after all. And as he didn’t wake up in the morning with a bruise on his cheek from being slapped or anything, logically there was only one person he could have been kissing the night before.

“Remember now?”, Mikasa prodded, still grinning.

“Yea well, seems like we both are guilty of some public indecency.”

“Indeed, but there’s a certain difference between us.”

He arched an eyebrow at her.

“Which is?”

Taking a small break, Mikasa leaned on the wall, crossing her arms. Whatever she was preparing, it seemed to be quite a speech.

“Well, me and Eren doing things like that, hardly surprising to anyone. Especially since we are, you know,”, she waved her hand around, and albeit her ring was removed, for the workout, Jean got the point she was trying to make,” engaged.”

“Yeah, so?”

“What I’m trying to say is, you and Hitch keep saying that you’re just friends, nothing more, acquittances. And then you go and do something like this together. Weird, isn’t it?”

“Maybe we are just really good friends?”, Jean tried, but Mikasa didn’t seem impressed, and while she remained silent, the “Really?” was written all over her features.

“Listen, you’re just making up drama when there’s none.”, he tried a different approach, “We just both got drunk, really bad, and happened to be close to each other. Things happened, but that’s it.”

“See, I would believe that, if not for one thing.”, she held up a finger, “Hitch doesn’t drink, you know that. While you were trashed rather properly, she had one, maybe two glasses of wine, and she seemed more than happy to reciprocate your affections. Weird, huh?”

No matter how Jean looked at it, he felt quite busted. His relationship with the psychiatrist, if he could call it that, was kind of a secret, as neither of them felt the need to spread the word about their private lives. They went out together, mostly for lunch, or coffee, or dinner, and sometimes they just ended up in either hers or his bed, but that was it. There wasn’t anything else involved, or so Jean thought, but the more he picked at it, the less sure he was. Yet none of these facts had nothing to do with Mikasa, who just carelessly swooped in and started dissecting the sleeping dogs that Jean very much preferred as quietly lying, an action to which she had no right.

“Why do you even care about me and Hitch? What does that have to do with you?”, he blurted out, controlling his cool to the best of his ability, because he’s not going to blush right now. Definitely not.

But despite his best efforts to shift the blame, Mikasa remained expressionless.

“You’re right, it’s not my place to judge you, and you are in no way compelled to take my advice, but I’m going to say it anyway.”, she shifted in her place, her grey eyes burning a hole into Jean’s, “I don’t know Hitch for long, we’ve just recently met, but judging from everything Eren told me, and my own experience, she’s a great girl, and she deserves better.”

“Better than me?”

“Better than being led around by this stupid “friend” thing. We both know that it’s bullshit.”

Jean hung his head, picking at his nails absently as he tried digesting what Mikasa was telling him and combine it with the way he felt about the situation. Did he enjoy Hitch’s company? Yes. Was he physically attracted to her? Definitely. Would he like being more than just friends with her? Now this was a tricky question, because while the pull towards her was great, there seemed to be an obstacle in the way. A barrier, which he always treated as a simple understanding that they will never move past the sleeping together stage, but now that he inspected it closer another possibility came into the light. Maybe it was fear, his own, that whatever they had going together, as stupid as it was, will pop like a bubble if he tries moving things forward. Because it was comfortable like this, in the limbo. They weren’t a pair, a couple, nothing like that. Just friends.

“What if she doesn’t want to be more?”, he asked out loud, eyes remaining downcast.

“Why would she? Jean, you’re a great guy, really. Just take the last night as a sign, if you want, she wasn’t drunk, yet she didn’t mind showing public affection towards you. That’s about as good nudge as you can get.”, Mikasa moved closer, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Plus, if I was in Hitch’s place, I can tell you that I would very much appreciate you making the first move, I can promise you that.”

“I… I need to let this go through my head.”, because honestly, it was too much to take it all at once. Luckily, Mikasa seemed to understand.

“Sounds good.”, taking a step back, she pointed her thumb at the ring, “Wanna do a quick few rounds while you think?”

Again, he should probably say no, to keep the last scraps of his dignity, but hell, he was already going all in. A bit more couldn’t hurt.

“Lead the way.”

The first few rounds were indeed rather quick, as Mikasa had to adjust her power level more to Jean’s standards, because ending the whole match in one punch or kick is hardly fun for anyone. She didn’t comment on it however, or tried to mock him, completely understanding that not everyone has the time and dedication to spend multiple hours daily at the gym, perfecting their technique. With some changes on her side, the bouts grew longer, as Jean’s body seemed to remember the old moves he used to do, even scoring a few hits on the professional. When they finally called it quits, even keeping his footing was exhausting, as Jean’s reserves were completely drained. Not much for Mikasa, whose endurance was just downright insane. Although she did sweat, finally.

“Thanks for the help, appreciate it.”, she said, drying her face with a towel, “I hope you reached a conclusion regarding your situation too.”

“I’ll think on it some more in the shower. See you around.”, Jean grinned, slowly limping towards the dressing rooms, completely beat.

Leaning against the ropes, Mikasa took a deep breath, thinking about what to do next. She still had energy left, so maybe some leg work, and then call it a day and go home. Plan solid in her mind, she reached back to tighten her ponytail, the tie slipping slightly, when someone spoke behind her.

“Beating Yeager got boring, so you got a new victim?”

The suddenness of the words would normally make Mikasa just out of her skin, if they weren’t spoken in a familiar calm manner by a voice she knew very well. So after just a tiny heart attack, one that she made sure he wouldn’t spot, hellbent on not giving him the satisfaction, Mikasa turned her head to glare at Levi who just appeared out of thin air, as usual. Looks like the tiny height he was blessed with was fairly useful, after all.

“Sitting in your office got boring, so you just creep around the gym now?”, she shot right back.

“It’s still my gym. Last I checked, I can creep around my property as much as I want to.”

“Good point.”, it was hard overcoming the urge to throw her towel into that stoic face, but life is all about sacrifices, “And to answer your question, me and Jean had something to talk about.”

“What?”

“Things.”

“What kind of things?”

“The kind that doesn’t concern you.”, eyes narrowing, Mikasa was reminded of her brother’s own personal issues, and she had to bite back a smirk, “Actually, now that I think about it, it might concern you. Have you solved your love triangle yet?”

“I told you once and I’ll tell you again. There’s no triangle.”

“I just think that…”

“Let me stop you right there.”, Levi interrupted her, “I don’t care if you got some relationship expert training overnight or some shit, but I have no interest in any advice you can give me. My problems are mine to solve, understand?”

“I just…”

Interrupting her again, Levi put more weight behind his words.

“Understand?”

Well, if he was this adamant about not letting her speak, there was not much Mikasa could do. Giving up for now, she gave him a nod.

“Good.”

Satisfied, he left, soundlessly walking back into his office and closing the door behind himself. Shaking her head, Mikasa departed the ring to go back to the machines, still wondering how silently he could move. Levi would make a great thief. Or an assassin. A scary thought indeed.

Hitch wasn’t much surprised when her phone buzzed, an invitation for lunch from Jean appearing on her screen. He always had some needy feel to see her after they did anything intimate together, as if he felt guilty somehow, which was completely unnecessary as she was more than satisfied with their nights. Granted, they didn’t do anything yesterday, as Jean was so drunk from whatever Hange had cooked up that he all but passed out on her, but there was the possibility that he didn’t even remember that. Sure, they did make out, but that was about it. Originally, Hitch wanted to turn him away, because of their unspoken agreement about not doing anything public, but Jean just looked so adorable with the alcohol scented breath, ruddy cheeks and messy hair, she just couldn’t resist. The rest of the patrons were probably too drunk to remember anyway. With a prospect of such enjoyable food in her near future, Hitch’s first half of the day was gone in a jiffy, and before she knew it the time for her lunch break was here. Walking the short distance from her office to the restaurant Jean picked, coincidentally one of her favorites, Hitch couldn’t help but smile when she saw that he was already there, waving at him energetically. The greetings he returned were a bit a cold, but she just supposed that Jean was still having a bad hangover and didn’t think about it twice. The silence stretched over the soup, and only when the main course arrived, he finally spoke.

“Uhm… I…. I want to ask you something.”

Stuffing her mouth full of chicken, Hitch nodded at him to go on.

“I’ve been thinking about us lately and…. “, he shook his head, groaning, “Fuck this is hard.”

“Just say what you want to say,”, she encouraged him, “It’s always better to get things off your chest.”

Jean chuckled.

“Do you say that to your patients?”

“I do. It’s generally a good advice, one that I do my best to follow.”

Grimacing, Jean looked left and right, and finally decided to just go all in, leaning forward for stability.

“Fuck, okay. I talked to Mikasa earlier today, and she said that she saw us. Together. At the bar.”, she knew very well what Jean was referencing, but it was way too much fun to watch him squirm, so Hitch just shrugged.

“So what? There were a lot of people.”

“Sure, but she saw us kissing.”

“Oh, I see. That’s easy.”, picking up another piece of her food, Hitch put it in her mouth, chewing, “Just say that we were both wasted.”

“I tried, but she knows that you didn’t drink much.”

Observant girl, that Mikasa. Putting the fork down, Hitch propped her chin on her hands, looking at the man across the table, and the obvious uneasiness he was going through.

“Still, we can play it safe. Something about making a mistake, since we are both single and stuff, blah blah, you know the drill. We can worm our way out of it.”

“Right.”, Jean, who still haven’t touched his food, was playing with the knife, turning it over in his hands, an obvious sign of being nervous if Hitch ever saw one, “But what if… what if I didn’t want to play it safe.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been thinking and, you know, maybe we need some changes, and stuff.”

Ah, so this is what it was, it finally connected for her. The obvious nerves, the way he was silent before, the refusal to meet her eyes. Oh, don’t you worry Jean, I got dumped in a much worse way than on a nice lunch outside. It stung a bit that he wanted to end it, but if the possibility of exposure was this scary for him, then Hitch understood him perfectly. She went into this thing with no expectations, just curious, and it did pay off, and was very enjoyable in the end, so if it had to cease now, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“Fine.”, raising her glass, she smiled at him, “I guess this is our last lunch together then?”

The confusion that immediately appeared on his face made her question if she read him correctly.

“What are you talking about?”, he blurted out.

“You meant to say that we are ending this, right?”, she tried, her own confusion matching his.

“No! No, that’s literally the opposite of what I wanted to say!”

Wait, but that means…

“You want to date?”, the words felt unreal even while leaving her mouth, but Jean went red in the face upon hearing them, eyes wide.

And he nodded.

Say one thing about Hitch, it’s that she always takes opportunities if they are presented to her. And this thing, this screamed opportunity hundred miles back and forth. Having no need for any dramatic flair, she grinned.

“Great! I’m in!”

“Uhm, just like that?”, whatever answer Jean was dreading, this definitely wasn’t it, “You sure?”

“Totally. If this.. thing we were doing together up until now was some sort of trial dating, then as long as the real thing is the same, I’m sold.”

“Okay…”

When in luck, keep pushing. Taking a deep breath, it was Hitch’s turn to propose something.

“Want to move in with me?”

Jean almost choked on his food.

“Isn’t that a bit too fast?”, he managed to squeeze out in-between coughs, while Hitch was helpfully slapping his back.

“Why? It’s just logical.”, when he finally regained to ability to breathe on his own, she sat back down, ready to defend her seemingly insane plan, “I have a flat which I live on my own in, and would very much prefer coming home to someone. You, on the other hand, still occupy a hotel room, last I checked. So? You interested?”

Normally, Jean would back out. Tell her to hold her horses, he almost immediately cursed himself for using this phrase, because if Eren ever heard him say it out loud Jean would never hear the end of it, to take a breather, really think about it. But in life, its sometimes better to just say fuck it, and take the jump into the unknown. So, instead of pussyfooting around, Jean reached over to the other side of the table, and took hold of Hitch’s hand, stroking the top with his thumb. And for some reason, this leap of faith, however uncertain, didn’t seem so scary anymore.

“Let’s do this thing.”

#aot #snk #fanfic #jean x hitch #jean kirstein #hitch dreyse #seriously what's the name of the ship #help #eremika #background but still

[sneezehq]

Thanks for the prompt, anon! I’m always down for some sick Eren. I’m giving the college au a try here, even though I’m pretty sure that I suck at aus. Enjoy!

How many days can a person subsist on no sleep, coffee and cheap pizza? At least before they see a noticeable difference in performance? Now those would be be good questions for an experiment, Armin thinks to himself. He’s been staring at his notes for so long that the letters are starting to float off the page, but he’s nowhere near being able to take a break. Everything needs to be examined thoroughly, all variables accounted for, before he can turn this manuscript in.

He’s so focused on his notes that Mikasa’s hand on his shoulder as she sets a glass of tea by his elbow startles him, and he nearly knocks it over as he flails. Fortunately, Mikasa’s reflexes are quick enough that she manages to settle the cup back in the saucer before anything spills.

“Sorry for the scare,” she tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “But you looked like you could use that.”

“Thank you,” Armin takes a grateful sip. “I definitely needed that.”

“I bet,” Mikasa says, a hint of amusement in her voice. “You’ve been holed up in here all day.”

“Wow, has it really been that long?” Armin glances over at the the clock on the wall behind him. It’s almost nine o’clock already. The night sky outside the window is dark and dotted with stars. “Wow, I guess it has. I must have been really focused.” He yawns, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “How’s the presentation working out?”

“Finished,” Mikasa smiles, the relief in her voice almost tangible. “All we have left to do is rehearse a few times before class. Jean and Marco are just arguing over how we should save the file.” She pauses and stretches her arms over her head. “How’s the manuscript coming along?”

“I think it’s going well,” Armin replies, unable to keep the pride out of his voice. This paper will be the culmination of months of work; hence why it has to be perfect. “At this point I’m just double checking everything. I don’t want there to be any errors when I turn it in to Professor Hanji.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine Armin,” Mikasa reassures him, smiling gently. “You’ve worked so hard on this all semester.”

“I hope so.” Armin drains the last dregs of the tea. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was. “This isn’t just about my grade, though. Professor Hanji thinks that the Titan cells could have some real impact in the world, help a lot of people.”

“Those are the mutated cells that can repair themselves faster, right?”

“Yeah!” Armin nods eagerly, before resting his head thoughtfully on his hand. “If we can eventually find a way to apply it to humans in the future it could save countless lives. I’m probably going to spend all of tomorrow in the lab double checking all the relevant data.”

“I’m sure it’ll turn out great, Armin. You’re a great researcher, you just need to have a little more faith in yourself.” She looks him in the eye, stern gray meeting anxious blue. “Just don’t overwork yourself again. I don’t want to get another call about you falling asleep in the lab and getting locked in.”

“That was one time!” Armin protests, rolling his eyes. “But fine, I’ll be careful. Speaking of overworked, you seem a little too worried, given that you finished your project. What’s wrong?”

Mikasa looks down at her hands. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just haven’t been able to find Eren anywhere. He disappeared after we finished the project this afternoon, and he hasn’t been answering his texts at all.”

Armin squeezes her hand reassuringly. “I’m sure that Eren is fine, he probably just decided to take a nap when he got back from working with you guys and forgot to check his phone. Tell you what, if I see him when I get back to the dorm I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you.” Some of the tension drains from Mikasa’s expression, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “Be sure to get some rest.”

“You too. You look absolutely drained,” Armin scolds her before they head their separate ways back to the dorms.

His and Eren’s dorm is less than a five minute walk from the library, which is why Armin had insisted on living there. He’d had a feeling that he would be spending a lot of time among the books. The cool night air feels refreshing after the still staleness that permeates the study areas. Before he knows it, Armin is swiping his card to get into the dorm and making his way up the stairs to the room he shares with Eren. He sends a text to Mikasa asking her to let him know if her roommate finds some more cheap food to share. Sasha is a coupon wizard, and the best in their friend group at tracking down inexpensive but tasty food.

“Eren, I’m back!” he calls through the door before opening it. There’s no response, but Armin isn’t expecting one. Eren’s probably asleep, which means that he isn’t rousing for anything less than an invasion of naked giants.

“Eren?” The lights are on in their room, but Eren is nowhere to be seen. “Eren?” Armin calls again, starting to worry. He hears a muffled snore from the direction of Eren’s desk, and his shoulders sag in relief. Eren must have fallen asleep at his desk again. It’s weird that Armin can’t see him from here, but Eren has a habit of sleeping in odd positions, so it’s nothing to worry about.

Making his way over to the desk, Armin yelps and stops suddenly when he finally spots Eren. The boy in question is slumped at his desk, hanging halfway out of his chair. It’s impressive that he didn’t fall. Oh, and his face is also covered in blood.

Panicking, Armin rushes over to his unconscious friend frantically trying to find the source of the blood. He sighs in relief when he realizes that it’s just a small cut on Eren’s forehead that’s just happened to bleed an alarming amount. He cautiously pushes Eren into a more stable sitting position and grabs a couple tissues from the desk, pressing them gently to the wound on his forehead. Eren grumbles under his breath and jerks a little bit at the sudden pressure on his head, but otherwise doesn’t stir. Once he’s satisfied that the bundle of tissues are in place, Armin quickly fetches the first aid kit that Mikasa insisted that they keep on hand. Given how accident-prone he and Eren tend to be, it was a good idea.

Armin carefully wipes the partially dried blood off of Eren’s face with an antiseptic wipe, frowning when he feels the uncomfortable heat radiating off his skin. “You’re running a fever,” he notes with a frown. It would explain why Eren didn’t wake up after hitting his head.

When the wound is carefully cleaned and bandaged, Armin allows himself to breathe a sigh of relief. Setting the first aid kit on the desk, he taps Eren’s cheek gently. “Hey, hey, Eren, I need you to wake up, okay?”

It takes several tries before Eren does anything besides groan, but finally his eyes slide open a crack, revealing slits brilliant green. “Armin, what?” he mutters, expression confused and unhappy. Like a grumpy toddler.

“Glad to see that you’re awake-hey!” Armin pokes his cheek when Eren’s eyes threaten to fall closed again. “Sorry, but you’re sick. I need you to stay awake for a minute.”

“Don’t feel so good,” Eren mumbles, sighing in discontent.

“Yeah, I bet,” Armin commiserates. “Just keep this in your mouth for a minute, okay?” He gently presses the thermometer into Eren’s mouth, sliding it under his tongue.

Eren giggles dazedly. “That’s what . . . he said.”

Armin rolls his eyes and readjusts the thermometer. “Shhh,” he scolds Eren. “You’ll mess up the reading.” While he waits for the thermometer, he fires off a text to Mikasa, letting her know that he found Eren asleep in their dorm room, and that she doesn’t need to worry. If he tells her that Eren’s sick she’ll insist on coming over to help instead of finally getting some rest.

A tiny chirp sounds and Armin retrieves the thermometer, frowning at the reading. “101.1. That’s pretty high. C’mon, we should get you to bed.” He slings one of Eren’s arms over his shoulders and tugs him to his feet, suddenly grateful that the bed isn’t far away. Eren groans at the shift and belches ominously. Armin yelps and snatches the wastebasket out from under the desk, getting it under Eren’s chin just in time. He retches for a few minutes but nothing comes up. He must have forgotten to eat lunch again.

“We’re going to have a talk about this later,” Armin huffs as he guides Eren, slowly shuffling over to the bed. “I know that you don’t have much of an appetite when you’re stressed, but this is ridiculous! I bet you haven’t been sleeping, either.” Eren says something unintelligible in response. He can never let anyone have the last word, even semi-conscious.

It’s with great relief that Armin finally stops and lowers Eren onto his bed, tugging his long legs up until he’s sprawled somewhat comfortably on top of the covers. He pulls the blanket out from under him and pushes a pillow beneath his head. “Thanks, Armin,” Eren slurs gratefully. Armin shakes his head in amusement.

He coaxes Eren awake again and into a sitting position long enough to swallow some fever reducers. In the process, Eren somehow manages to end up slumped on Armin’s shoulder, snoring softly into his collarbone. When he tries to free himself and get up, a clammy hand clutches at his wrist. “Don’t go,” Eren insists, green eyes glazed with fever. “Had a weird dream. You and mom and everyone were gone, and there were monsters. Please stay?”

He’s never been able to say no to Eren, so Armin resigns himself to spending the rest of the night serving as Eren’s makeshift pillow. “You’re gonna get me sick,” Armin grumbles, not unkindly.

“Worth it. Love you.” And with one last yawn, Eren is out again, nuzzling closer to Armin’s heart.

“Yeah, yeah,” Armin murmurs, tugging the covers over them and letting his head fall to rest on top of Eren’s. “Love you too.”

#attack on titan #eremin #eren jaeger #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #sickfic #emetephobia tw #my writing #aus strike again #oh god what is this

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

COTW - Chapter 6 update

It was like the previous night hadn't happened. Setting up near the water's edge, Eren looked amazing. Dressed in a loose white shirt and short white shorts, his long brown legs contrasted perfectly, as he caught the eye of everyone on the beach. Kicking back under the beach umbrella they'd rented, Eren was fussing over Viren as the boy tried to say no his floaties. It wasn't happening. No way was Levi risking his son's healthy and safety with that much water right in front of them. Pulling out his phone, Eren snapped photos of Viren, while Viren tried to escape to the water. Kissing the boy, Eren somehow seemed to get the photo he wanted, before looking up to him "Viren's ready for a swim, daddy. You should be the one to take him in. I can't swim" "You'll be fine. We're only going to the water's edge" "I don't feel that great. I think the rice from last night didn't agree with me. My stomach's been gross all morning" He'd probably thrown up so much that his muscles didn't know how relax "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I really want to get some good photos of you with Viren. He's so excited to be here" "If you want to go back to the hotel room, that's ok" "No. Family holiday remember. Besides, my two best boys make for the best targets" The smile that Eren gave him, seemed genuine enough. But the jealous stain on his heart, from the previous night, still left his blood cold. Distracting himself, he scooped Viren up "You're just going to take photos? Or record?" "Recording? Definitely recording. You two look so good together" "Ready?" "I'm more than ready" Viren cried the first time the cold water ran over his feet. His little legs marching up and down on the spot as he reached up Levi's hold. Eren was laughing as he watched. Slowly the pup seemed to realise that the water wasn't some big scary monster in the closet. Falling in his bum, he splashed his legs. The joy was obvious. This was what he thought being a family would be like. Him. Viren. Eren. All of them a team and force of their own. Abandoning his phone, Eren came to sit on Viren's other side while Levi helping Viren build sand piles, only for the waves to continually wash them away. The boy too curious about it all, to be mad at the fact his work was being wasted. Settling himself down, Eren's hand landing on their son's head as he adjusted his hat "He seems to love it" "He really does" "I got heaps of you two together. I want him to have these memories" "So do I. How do you feel?" "I'm ok... my stomach doesn't know what to do when I'm not throwing up" "Does it hurt?" "A little. But this is nice" "We should head back up to the hotel soon" "We only just got here" "It's getting hotter faster than I thought it would. Today would be better inside. We can look up tourist things" Eren hummed, looking up to the bright clear blue sky "Mmmm. The sun feels nice, but he's got such delicate skin like you do. You're already starting to burn" "And you're not?" "Nope. Because I put sunscreen on" "So did I" "Mine must be better than yours. Viren, baby. It's time to get out of the water" Trying to lift Viren, Eren groaned, releasing the boy as hand moved to his stomach "Eren?" "It's ok. My stomach's still sore... maybe today would be better if we found something else to do?" "There should be a museum or something around. If we can't find anything, we can always take a drive" "I thought you'd be sick of driving after yesterday" "It's all about making memories, isn't it?" Eren looked confused for a moment, before cringing, then smiling softly "Yeah. Do you want to convince him to get out of the water?" "I've got it. Will you be alright packing up?" "Yes, mum. I can handle packing up. Hey, there's a great bar around here, I found it last night. They're supposed to do lunch. We could there, I mean... if you want to?" Levi's breath caught momentarily. Eren was bringing up the bar. The alpha wasn't sure if it was the sun, or the deep shame he felt at mentally accusing Eren of cheating, that burnt at his cheeks... no. It had to be the sun. Alphas didn't blush! "Sounds good. Did you have a good time last night?" "I ordered a lemonade. Just because we're on holiday, doesn't mean that I'm off mum duty" "I never said it did. Let's head back up" Leaning over Viren, Eren pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "I love you. Just. Don't forget that" "I know" "Good. Let's get this one up and into a bath. Then it's food time" * Some how their trip to the beach had ended up taking up two hours. No wonder he'd started to burn. Heading into the bathroom with Viren, the boy didn't like the fact they weren't down at the beach anymore... and for a kid who's feet had barely touched the sand, he sure had a lot of sand over him... and in his mouth. He hadn't even seen the boy eating it. Cleaning the pup down, he carried Viren out to the living area so Eren could get him dressed. His omega busy rifling through his suitcase "Viren needs clothes" Dropping whatever was in his hands, back into his suitcase, Eren snapped it shut. Levi was getting real tired of Eren hiding whatever it was that he was "He looks like he needs a nap too. You don't mind waiting a little longer for lunch, do you?" "No... you really want to go back to that bar, hey?" "Yeah. It was... it was nice. And they were super friendly" "Oh, yeah?" "Yep. I think I might head back there tonight, if you don't mind" Levi's stomach did that annoying thing where it decided to drop again. Mental images flashing of Eren laughing with that stranger. And then. It was like the last two hours had never happened "Levi? Everything ok?" "What?" "You look like you have something to say" "It can wait" "Ok. Well. I have some things I want to talk to you about. I did some thinking last night, and I think I need to tell you" Eren did some thinking? This was it. His heart was racing. His mate was about to dump him. To dissolve the bond between them, and return the two rings that sat on his perfect finger... the two rings that were still waiting for a third to join them "Levi?" "Sure. Whatever. We'll talk. Viren needs clothes" Practically dumping their son on the bed, the boy jumped straight off, falling face first as he did. "Viren!" Screaming his name, Eren rushed to the boy "Levi! What the hell was that?!" "I didn't mean for him to fall" Lifting Viren off the floor, Eren nuzzled into the boy's hair as he hushed him "I don't know what your problem is, but go take a shower" "I didn't mean..." "Go shower. It's ok, baby. It's ok. You're ok" Rocking Viren was a bounce in his step, Eren shot daggers in his direction "Levi, go cool down. I can smell your anger" "I'm not angry" "Don't lie to me" "I'm not" "Is it the bar? We don't have to go. I just thought it would be a nice place to have lunch with you" His confusion and fear over having been the cause of his son's fear stripped away the filter on his mouth "Is it me you want to have lunch with? Or that man you were with last night?" Eren blinked at him, a confused and hurt expression clouding his face. He practically hissed in Levi's face "What?! What are you talking about?!" This was definitely not the time to be having this conversation. And now Eren was lying to him "Don't worry. I'm going for a shower" Stupid. Fucking. Shitty. Idiot. Scrubbing himself aggressively. He stayed under the cold spray until his scent was completely washed away. He'd just admitted to Eren that he'd stalked him again. That he didn't trust him. Forgetting to take clothes with him, he walked out wearing a towel. Eren was sitting on the end of their bed, the omega wiping at the tears rolling down his face while Viren was laying on his own bed, their son probably exhausted from all the fun and excitement the morning had brought "Eren... what's wrong?" "I worked it out. You weren't down at the car were you? You fucking followed me. I can't believe you" "You can't believe me?! I'm not the one who was letting a stranger buy me drinks! Is that why you want to go back? To see him again?!" "What? No. That was some random" "He brought you a drink and you fucking started acting like an idiot!" "His mate brought me a drink! When I sat down, he mistakingly thought I was interested in him and tried to tell me he was bonded. It was the only free seat at the bar at the time. I set him straight, and he went back to his mate. The drink was from her as a joke. God! Do you seriously think I would stoop to your level?!" "What's that supposed to mean?!" "You're the one who cheated Levi! I know it! I smelt omega and slick all over your pants and your arousal! I've been trying so hard to find a way back to you, but you don't even care" "I never fucking cheated on you!" "You're lying! Admit it! Admit it, Levi! You don't want me anymore! I'm useless!" "Don't you dare start with this fucking shit! I'm trying my hardest to do everything for you!" "You cheated on me! I smelt it!" "I never fucking cheated on you. My bosses mate went into heat and collapsed at work. She called me, because she needed help and needed an alpha she could trust. The whole time, I was thinking about how that could be you" "So you cuddled up with an omega in heat, thinking of me?! Is that supposed to make me feel better? I smelt your arousal!" "I wasn't aroused!" "Their slick was on your pants!" Eren's sobs grew harder "I knew it! I knew you didn't want me anymore!" "You're the one who doesn't want me!" "I've never wanted anyone or loved anyone more than you! You're everything to me! Everything Levi! You don't trust me! You... I never cheated on you. I never even had the thought to! You're the one who replaced me" "I never cheated either. I don't want anyone else! Why don't you get it!?" "Because I don't belong in this family! Not anymore!" "Yes you do! God. I can't live without you! I followed you last night because I was worried. It's not because I don't trust you, it's everyone else I don't trust! I don't want you hurt! I don't want you scared! I want you by my side forever!" "Then why aren't we married?! I thought we'd be married by now! I was so excited. I even started planning it. I even stupid changed my name to Eren Ackerman-Yeager on everything I could, because I was serious when I proposed to you! You're everything I ever wanted..." "Shit. Fuck. How the fuck did we end up like this? How did I hurt you so badly that you think and accept I would cheat on you?! Where did we go wrong?" Blinking through his tears, Eren started rummaging through his suitcase. His mate stopping once he'd found whatever it was he was looking for. Angered at his omega was disregarding such an important conversation, Levi snatched the box from his hands. His eyes widening as he read the name, his alpha barely contained "What the fuck is this?!" "What do they look like?" Despite the drop in volume, Eren's voice carried all the anger it had before. Miserably, Eren resumed wiping at his face "Eren?" A pup. Another child... His alpha was over the mood at the idea of another pup... and bit by bit the pieces came together for him. The way Eren said his pills stopped. He'd had to stop taking them, but couldn't tell him because he'd pushed him so far away he seriously believed Levi had cheated. The confusion Eren must have felt believing he was now his second choice. The struggles with Viren and getting the boy to show him love, even when Eren presented him with everything but the moon on a silver platter. Eren's tone became filled with resignation and despair, the kind a parent uses when disappointed in you, and you wish they'd hit you instead "You want to know what's wrong? Fine. I'm fucking pregnant. Ok. I'm not sick. I don't have a stomach bug or food poisoning. I have a baby growing inside me that you don't even want. You're always using two fucking condoms, but you didn't the night of Mike and Erwin's wedding, and you never bother sticking around once your knots deflated. So I wasn't planning on telling you. Now just back the fuck off. We already have one kid that doesn't fucking want me around" Shoving past him, Levi was too shocked to think. Pregnant. He. What. Another pup? Why didn't Eren tell him? How far along was he? And... abortion pills? Eren seriously thought he didn't love him? Or love him enough to want another child? He used two condoms because Eren had said he was scared of falling pregnant again. That and he didn't want to come way too fast, given their sex life was interrupted by parenting and responsible adulting... and Eren's arse was incredible "Eren? What? When did you find out?" "A few weeks ago" Weeks. He'd been stuck like this for weeks. Stuck thinking Levi didn't want another kid with him. Who knew how depressed and empty that had made him feel "And you didn't tell me?" "I. I've been trying to figure out us! I was going to hide it, but after the beach and last night... I needed to tell you. It's not... ok. I'm not ok" "You said you needed to talk..." "Yeah... well. Surprise. I'm pregnant and my body isn't coping... fuck..." The word came out like a grunted groan of pain. He didn't even have time to question it "Daddy? Mummy?" Turning from the box of pills, Levi looked to a newly woken Viren as there was a solid a whimper behind him. Turning completely, his eyes widened. Eren's wet white shorts were fast turning red as blood ran down his thighs, his left fingertips covered in it, with clear traces of finger marks across Eren's legs where he'd wiped "Eren..." "Levi... I don't feel good" As his mate's eyes rolled back, Levi dropped the pill box, barely catching Eren by the arm as he crumpled. Across the room, Viren started screaming in fear. Eren had said his body wasn't coping. He'd been put on pills to combat his nausea, but his mate's body must have been giving everything it could to their child. He'd been given sedatives because the weight on his shoulders was just too heavy. His body too weak to dance anymore. In the space of the last month, Eren felt like he'd lost everything. Then there was the fact Eren was coming off his tablets. His system would be completely out of whack. He needed help. Laying Eren down in the recovery position, he stripped his towel off and shoved it between his legs. Jogging across the room, he snatched his phone up, a stuttering mess as he called through to emergency services for an ambulance. Leaving the call connected, he then found up the first pair of pants he could. He desperately wanted to comfort Viren, but he needed to check Eren's vitals. With the combination of Eren's pants already being wet, slick and blood, he couldn't gauge the bleed... but it was entirely possible, and more than likely, that Eren was losing the pup. Kneeling down, he placed his palm of Eren's forehead as he double checked his mate still had a pulse. Whining for him, Eren curled around himself though out of it "Brat. Come on, open those bright eyes for me. Come on, baby. I need you to look at me" "Mummy!" Fuck. The pills... had Eren already? He'd told Viren he'd be better soon? Scrambling across the floor, Levi pulled the blister tray from the box. Both pills still inside. He hadn't... he'd wanted to... but he hadn't. Eren had wanted to tell him. He was getting the box to tell him. He'd let his anger get the better of him. Shit. Shit. Shit. He knew Eren was in a fragile state of mind... he shouldn't have pushed. He shouldn't have blown things out of proportion. He should have listened to his mate. Eren very well may have told him about the drinks thing when they went to the bar... but if he hadn't pushed, he wouldn't haven't have known that Eren thought he cheated on him. He wouldn't haven't known the pain his mate felt. Jealousy and pain carving themselves soul deep as Eren tried not to be abandoned by him... Maybe... He didn't like seeing Eren suffer, but without the medication coursing through his system, his omega had opened up to him again... his yoyoing emotions making it impossible for Eren to calmly sit down and explain things, because he simply wasn't able to right now. He hadn't wanted to be angry. He hadn't wanted to fight. He was just struggling to figure out how to make Levi and Viren happy, like he always did, leaving him with the weight of the world on his fragile shoulders "Mummy... mum!" Viren pulled him back to reality. Ok. Ok. He needed to approach this the way he was trained, and not like the untrained ape he was currently doing the world's greatest impression of. First. Unlock the door. Eren was in the recovery position. His airways were clear, and he had a pulse. His heart was racing, but he was still breathing. Second. Viren. Viren was just a child. He didn't understand. He saw the blood and knew mummy was hurt... Shit. In the few moments it'd taken him to open the door, his son had made it to Eren's side. Pulling him back, he held him to his chest. Making sure the boy was facing away from Eren. He couldn't stop a miscarriage, he didn't have anything to do anything about it with. He didn't even have his first aid kit... Viren. He had to protect his son from seeing his mother like this. Eren would never forgive him if he did. Kissing the pup's hair, he cursed the ambulance for taking so fucking long. He knew something was wrong. He knew it. He should have made Eren go to hospital. He should have been there when he collapsed. Hanji had said Eren asked for him. Had he wanted to tell him then? His mate would have been terrified. He should have dragged him there by the hair if he'd had to, when Eren didn't start improving. Did Hanji know? She'd gone with him... Why hadn't she said anything? She was able to get more out of Eren than he was these days and holy fuck... his omega's pain was ebbing through their bond. Levi seriously felt like was about to shit himself with the pressure and cramps that seemed to be forming in his gut. Finally the sound of sirens reached his ears. Viren was still crying hysterically in his arms. It was another 10 minutes before help finally arrived. As the two EMT's entered the room, Levi explained the situation to them. His alpha leaving everything he was saying curt to and the point. He wanted to snap the arm of the first woman who placed her hand on Eren's shoulder. No one should be handling his mate, except for him. No one. Within minutes, Eren was on the gurney, Levi needing to ride along as he had no idea where Paradis's hospital was. He barely thought to grab his phone and Eren's wallet off the bedside table. His own buried somewhere in the things still packed from the beach. His feet felt like lead, his head swimming as he followed Eren out, people having gathered to witness what the fuck was going on. Eren would have loathed all the attention directed his way. His heart so precious, he would have hated even the thought of causing inconvenience. Eren didn't stir during the hospital ride, Viren cocooned in Levi's lap crying softly, as he watched every single move the EMT made. Mike and Erwin wed on the 21st of August, so that was the rough date of conception, 11 weeks ago... 11 weeks... Just shy of 12. It was like Eren's first pregnancy all over again. He'd missed the start, even though he was right beside him. Arriving at the hospital, Eren was whisked away from him. Levi feeling a little lost until an attending nurse came over to him to collect Eren's medical history. He didn't even know the name of the pills his mate had been taking... giving her the name of Eren's doctor, she promised to check, giving him a sympathetic smile as she did. Evicted out to the waiting room, his mind was still a muddled mess of self loathing... but there were things to do. Pulling his phone out, he called Hanji. The woman taking a frustratingly long time to answer, sounding as if she'd just woken. Launching straight into explanation, his voice trembled. He'd lost a pup he hadn't even known about... and his alpha was mourning that loss as of the poor little thing as if it had been birthed. Eren was going to be distraught. He didn't deserve this or the weeks of suffering it'd brought him. How could his omega think that he wouldn't be excited?! He loved Viren and he loved Eren. It may not have been planned, but the idea of expanding their family filled him with pride. He was at the stage where he could tolerate moving to the suburbs. A house with space to move, a backyard for the kids to play in... though, he didn't think he could part with the apartment. He'd kept it because it was a home with Eren. Every time his omega wandered off, he always knew Levi was waiting there for him. Lost his own thoughts, he forgot he was on the phone to Hanji. Hanji repeating his name over and over until he grunted in acknowledgement, then promising to head down to help out with Viren. Eren probably wouldn't be feeling very holidayee, and incredibly tender, both emotionally and physically, over the next few days, possibly the next fortnight until the miscarriage had passed. * Waking up confused, Eren whined softly. His head felt like it was filled with cotton wool, and he couldn't quite remember how he'd gotten to wherever he was, only that the was clearly no longer in the hotel with Levi. Whining again, Levi appeared at his side. His alpha's large, cool palm felt wonderful against his head "Hey, Eren. How do you feel?" "Thick... I can't think" Nuzzling into Levi's touch, his alpha sank down on the edge of his bed "Do you remember what happened? We were fighting in the hotel?" Eren blinked at Levi, right... he was going to tell Levi was he pregnant... then... The pups... he'd started bleeding. His confused green eyes filled with sorry "Shhh... shhh. It's ok" "I'm sorry... I..." "You wanted to tell me. I know. I didn't figure out until after I yelled at you. I'm so sorry, Eren. I'm so sorry I yelled" "'s ok..." "No it's not. Eren, I promise, I never cheated on you. And I know you didn't cheat on me, right?" He was too tired for this "Lee... no... I can't think" "Sorry, br-Eren. I had to tell you" "Am I dying?" "No. No, you're not..." "Viren's presents are in the top of my wardrobe... and yours..." "Eren, shhh. You're going to just fine" "But the..." "We're still waiting for the results. They only just let me back in to see you" "Viren?" "He's sleeping next to you" Eren couldn't find the strength to look down, even moving his arm was hard as hell. He was so warm and tired... other than his head, he couldn't feel the rest of him. It was nice to be pain free. Taking his hand, Levi placed it on Viren's soft hair "He's been crying for you" "He shouldn't be here" "Hanji is coming down to take care of him. It's fine... ok. It's all organised" "I'm sorry" "No. This isn't your fault. Ok?" "Did I... did..." He was so fucking confused... and really sleepy. Whining softly, he didn't know what he wanted to say "You're ok. Just rest" "Lee... stay?" "You want me to stay? I'm not going anywhere" "Hold me?" That's what he wanted. He wanted to be in Levi's arms. His omega was stuffed right back under all that cotton wool, but they both wanted Levi to take whatever was happening away "Ok. I need to move Viren. You've got two IV lines running into the cannula in your left arm. They had to give you a blood transfusion, because you're so weak" "'m sorry" Leaning in, Levi kissed him. Eren was sure, if he could be sure, that his mouth was taste revolting. He was too tired to think about it. Nuzzling into his forehead, Levi sighed softly "I love you so much. I never ever meant to hurt you. You're my everything. I'm completely and totally Erensexual for you, my Shitty Brat"

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Prompt #21

Prompt: Someone Was Being A Jerk, To You And I Punched Them In The Face And Now You’re Yelling At Me Because You Don’t Understand Why I Felt The Need To Be So Violent

Ship: Eremika

When Eren had seen some guy that was arguing with his totally-just-a-friend Mikasa, he knew he could just do nothing. "Hey! Leave her alone!" Eren demanded, marching toward his friend and the other guy.

Mikasa briefly turned to him, giving him a look, making Eren briefly stop his march. "Eren, stay out of this." Mikasa demanded, like hell he was just going to let this guy argue with one of his best friends.

Eren kept walking toward the two, whos argument had only gotten worse since he'd interrupted them. "Hey! I said leave her alone!" Eren yelled, trying to get the other guy to back off. Which, unsurprisingly, didn't work.

As Eren reached the two he started trying to physically push the guy away from her. That is before a pair of hands were grabbing him and pushing him up against the lockers. "Dude, why won't you listen to her? She's got this under control. Or are you really that fucking stupid, that you can't understand someone, who you call your best friend, tells you to fuck off?" The guy taunted, getting way too close to Eren's face. No way was this happening.

Eren started trying to push this guy's face away from his as Mikasa started pulling his shoulder in a futile attempt for him to let go of Eren. "Jean," So that's this dick's name, "let him go. He was just going to leave." Mikasa tried, taking a quick glance around, noticing the increasing crowd that was forming around the three.

After what seemed like forever, which was really just another minute, the warning bell rang causing Jean let Eren go, letting him fall from slightly dangling on the lockers to on his ass on the hallway floor. "Stay the hell out of my business jackass." Jean spat before trying to slip out with the scattering crowd.

Mikasa walked over and was trying to help him get up, but being the stubborn asshole he was, he refused her help, instead brushing her off and charging after Jean. "Hey! Horseface!" Eren called, taunting the trying to escape boy, who in turn turned back around, a heavy glare set on his face.

Jean started charging back over towards him and Mikasa, mostly him. "What the hell did you say to me jackass?" Jean snarled, getting in my face again. God, why didn't this guy know about personal space?

Pushing him back a step, just so he could look him better in the eye he'd later claim, "I called you Horseface dumbass. Or are you so stupid that you can't understand simple words?" Eren taunted. A smirk slowly easing onto his face.

Jean pushed him back, hard, enough that he lost his footing and landed back on his ass on the floor, again. God, what else could go wrong today? "Try and not plagiarize something for once. Since you won't have Armin or Mikasa to do your work for you for the rest of your life." Jean sneered, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him up, dangling once again.

"Hey! Let go Horseface!" Eren demanded, grabbing onto Jean's shirt as well, that is before he swung a fist and knocked Jean in the head, getting Jean to let go of his shirt, letting Eren be able to tackle Jean to the floor which started them having a fistfight on the floor in the hallway. Leading to lots of bruises, black eyes, and split lips.

The bell rung again and the remaining students in the hallway quickly hurried to their next classes before they got into trouble. Unfortunately for the two boys, neither heard the clicking of heels or Mikasa's calling of their names. "Ms. Ackerman, Mr. Kirstein, Mr. Jaeger. I hope you have a good explanation for what's going on here. And why on Earth are you two fighting in the hallway?" Ms. Zoe demanded, her toe beginning to tap irritatedly on the floor.

As the two boys hurried off of each other a tried to quickly straighten themselves out, Mikasa began to explain, "Ma'am, it's my fault. Jean and I were arguing and we let it escalate too far, then Eren came over and tried to help. But Jean was already agitated from arguing with me that they started fighting."

Ms. Zoe looked between the three of them, "All three of you are going down to the principal's office, then we're going to call your parents, and you two," Ms. Zoe said, taking a pause to look at Eren and Jean, "are going to go to the clinic and get cleaned up a bit."

To say the walk down to the principal office was tense, would be an understatement. Eren kept trying to take a glance and Mikasa through his one good eye, only to be met with a glare from her, letting him pull his gaze back to the floor as they followed their biology teacher to the main office. When they got into the office they were all told to sit in the chairs that lined the wall outside of the principal's office. "Mr. Kirstein, you're in first. Ms. Ackerman, Mr. Jaeger, stay here and stay quiet. I don't want to hear a noise from either of you while we're in there. Understood?" Ms. Zoe asked, giving them one of the most menacing glare any of them had seen from the typically easy going teacher.

Both Mikasa and Eren quickly agreed with Ms. Zoe so that she and Jean could talk to the principal. Once the door to the office was closed without looking at him, Mikasa hit him in the shoulder, hard. "What the hell was that for?" Eren hissed in a hushed voice.

Mikasa turned her head slightly, just enough to be able to look him in the eye without seeming like she moved at all. "I told you to stay out of it. Why didn't you just listen to me?" Mikasa asked back. Why did he get involved again? Oh yeah, he didn't want his totally-just-a-friend to get hurt. "Eren?" Mikasa called, pulling him from his thoughts. God she is perfect. Wait what? Why was he thinking like that? She was just one of his best friends ever since they were nine. When she moved into his life, and across the street.

The fact that she was actually staring at him now and not giving him a side eye like she normally did when she was annoyed with him meant he should probably answer her. "I just didn't want you to get hurt." Eren murmured back.

"I wasn't going to get hurt, I can handle him." Mikasa hissed back.

Ugh, whenever she got defensive it was always way too hard to talk to her without getting into an argument and that was definitely not what he needed right now. "Look, Mikasa, I'm sorry I got involved. I should have listened to you the first time you told me to leave. It's just, I don't like to see you upset." Eren replied. Carefully taking a quick glance at her rather than the tile he was looking at he was surprised to see that she wasn't upset, but rather content with his answer. Why? Why wasn't she mad at him like she normally was?

Why did high school make everything so weird? Sometimes he wished they could just go back to elementary school when all they had to worry about was who was it during tag. "That's odd for you to say, considering most of the time that I'm upset it's because of you." Mikasa whispered.

Well, no surprise there. He's always been quite the troublemaker, although usually they're more verbal things than physically fighting someone. He was going to be in such deep shit when he got home. "I know that, and I'm sorry. It's just that, um, I, how do I say this without making everything extremely awkward and completely ruin our friendship?" Eren jokingly asked, although he actually meant it. When did he fall in love with his best friend? Mikasa, not Armin. Armin was dating Annie which was a whole different thing. Considering that Annie used to bully him and Armin and that Annie and Mikasa got into a fight in middle school, like an actual fight it was kind of scary but really hot, cool not hot, it was really cool.

Mikasa nudged his knee, making him snap his head over to her. "Eren, whatever you're thinking, you're obviously overthinking it. Just say what's on your mind." Mikasa requested, a small smile hidden on her face. Only after you've spent like years of your life with Mikasa that you'd be able to tell she was smiling, but she was.

What was he thinking about again? Right, his major and totally stressful crush on her that could possibly ruin their entire friendship if she didn't feel the same way. No pressure though. "Um, okay. You can't get mad at me for this, I kind of sort of maybe have a crush on you." Eren mumbled.

He'd truely been hoping that she hadn't heard the last part of his confession. "You have a crush on me?" Of course she did, she hears everything. Okay that sounds a little creepy, but it's true. She always hears what he says, especially when he didn't want her to. He really hoped that her rejection would be short and sweet, that they could just go back where they were before and she wouldn't hate him. "I like you too." Those weren't the words he was expecting to hear, but they sure were nice.

#aot #snk #attack on titan #shigeki no kyojin #Eren Jaeger #eren #jaeger #mikasa #ackerman #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa #mikasa x eren #fanfic #prompt #prompt fill #eremika #modern au #au #high school au #fighting #aruging #fist fight

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Summer Games (Segret Santa gift)(this was by geekygirl89)

This is for you for the Snk Veterans Segret Santa. I really hope you like it! And sorry in advace if it’s cringy or you don’t like crack fics. Don’t hesitate to tell me and I’ll fix it. Pass a wonderful day!^^ (I also added some of my headcanons for the vets answers…)

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“Alright folks!” Said Hanji smacking an empty box on the big table where Nanaba, Moblit and the cadets were forced to sit. Hanji decided that they are going to celebrate their first day of summer holidays by playing a game with all the cadets!Yay! “So…Again, how did she get you approvation for this bullshit?” Levi turned to face Erwin who just cleared his voice. “I-I was really tired and she was getting on my nerves” Levi could tell that he was lying but decided to investigate later. “Hurry this shit up I have work to do” He growled then. The mess hall was empty apart from the six vets and all the cadets. It was seven and everyone have eaten their shitty dinner. The windows were all closed apart from the one their table is next to; the room was really hot and the fresh air helped to make them relax and get ready for the game Hanji set for that evening… “So why are we here?”…Which none of the teenagers knew about… “Since I heard that many of you would like to get to know us better…” “Who the fuck said that?” Growled Jean crossing his arms looking at Eren “The fuck are you looking at??” “Connieeee, I’m hungryyy” “Eh? But you just ate dinner!” “Eren, C-calm d-down, please!” Everyone started to talk and make noise. “You all better shut the fuck up before I…” Levi was cut off by Hanji who shushed everyone and continued their speech “…As I was saying…I decided to set a game where you write a question or a dare to Me, Erwin, Levi anonymously in those piece of paper” Hanji sat on the wooden stool on Erwin’s left, facing all the cadets who were all receiving a piece of paper and a pencil by Moblit and Nanaba. “You then fold the paper and put it in the box in the middle” The box at issue is a cardboard box with some ugly titans scribbled all over it. “But I don’t know how to write!” Said Eren. “I will write it for you…” Offered Armin. “I can’t write either” “Me neither!” Armin sighed “Okay! I’m going to write them!” “I’ll help too” Smiled Nanaba grabbing a pencil and a paper. “You better hurry up, brat” So Armin started to write what the other whispered him in the ear. Sometimes giving them a questioning look or a WTF expression while Nanaba was just giggling and complimenting them for their originality. “Okay, everyone is done” Moblit put the last piece of paper on the box and shook it a little bit and took a paper out of it. “The first question is…Uhm…<If you had a really fluffy bunny, what would you name it?>??” “Who the hell wrote that shit” Everybody started to laugh apart form Armin (Who was too confused), Christa (Who was a tomato), Nanaba (Who gave a reassuring smile to Christa while patting her back) and Ymir (Who was glaring at everyone else). Levi shook his head and cursed under his breath “I hate animals, those things stink”. “I would name it Easter Joy!“Grinned Hanji. “Tch, Toffe, I would name it Tofee or Amie” Erwin just laughed “I don’t have enough time to take of a bunny but I would probably name it something that goes well with the title Dr.” “Great, the second question is <What’s the craziest thing you have done?>” “That’s actually an interesting question!” “No it’s not, Shut up Jean” “Fuck you, Connie” Hanji thought about it “Uhm…I would say…Oh yeah! Trying to get swallowed by a titan to see their stomach from the inside!” “Joining the Survey Corps” “Trying to slice three titans in with a shot” “You know you failed doing that” Snorted Levi not hiding his smirk. “Well, you failed in killing me” Replied Erwin smirking as well. A confused “What?!” Came from the 15 years olds and Nanaba but they were both ignored by the others. “Tch…Touché” Levi returned to face forward. “What?” “ANYWAYS! Next question!” Erwin was glad that Hanji interruped their conversation since he didn’t know how to reply to Levi’s ‘Tu sha’ not that he knew what it meant anyway… “Can I pick one?!?” Asked Christa raising her hand and jumping up and down on the chair while overflowing her cuteness in every direction much to Ymir’s pleasure. “Of course! But wait a second!” And with that Hanji hopped off of her stool, grabbed Moblit and went off to who knows where. “Okay, I’m leaving"And when Levi was about to hop off of the stool Erwin stopped him by grabbing his collar "No Levi, you are staying here and suffering with everyone of us” Levi was about to split fire when Hanji came in with Moblit. Again, Erwin was grateful that Hanji came always at the right moment. Levi doesn’t agree. “Since things will probably get boring quickly we decided that everytime one of us lies they are going to take a swing off of these bottles when possible” She dangling the three half empty bottles of booze in front of everyones face. “I did nothing” Whispered Moblit trembling under the superiors glares expecially the one from Levi while the scientist smashed the bottles on the table capturing some of the cadets attention. “…Is that alcohol?” Asked Erwin when he finished helping Levi to sit on the stool, at which most of them sneered (they stopped immediatly though). “Yessss” And with that Nanaba extended the box to Christa who took a piece of paper “It says <What’s one one of useless talents you have? The others had to say if your answer is true or not>”. “Did one of you brats wrote that? Arlert, answer the question” Armin quivered a little bit but was able to stutter a positive answer “Yes, sir” “Who wrote it” “You can’t ask that!” Replied Nanaba who was really having fun with this game “It was supposed to be anonymous” Armin sighed in relief “Tch” “Okay, you go first Levi” Everybody turned their attention to the captain, apart from Reiner and Jean who were planning to steal the booze when everyone isn’t paying attention… “Tch, I can’t get drunk” “FALSE! His useless talent is knitting!!” “No, It’s not you fuckin-” “You lied Levi you have to take a swing from that bottle” “I didn’t lie!” “Whatever! I’m your commander and I order you to take a swing from that damn bottle since you can’t prove us your talent” “And how did I prove my ‘Knitting talent’ thingy??” “Weren’t you the one who made us the sweaters for christmas??” Asked Eren “Who do you think would knit ‘Brat Number X’ on everyones sweater??” Replied Reiner while Eren just huffed crossing his arms. Levi grounted but drank from the bottle anyways, twisting his mouth in disgust “…Why am I still here…” “I can tie a cherry knot with my tongue!” Grinned Hanji “Oh, yeah! I saw you doing that! It’s true!” Smiled Moblit while Nanaba approved by just nodding her head like Levi and Erwin. “Okay, mine is being ambidextrous” Said proudly Erwin. “What does that means?” Asked Ymir “It means that you can use both of your hand to draw, paint or write” Answered Moblit. “Yes, and it a really rare talent” “Armin is that too” Butted in Eren “Me too” Added Hanji happily “Looks like your rare talent isn’t rare at all eyebrows” “That isn’t even an useless talent!” Replied Hanji. “You can finish a 1000 piece puzzle in twenty minutes though” Moblit tried to finish this game as quickly as possible… “Erwin drinks!” And with that Nanaba picked another piece of paper from the ugly box. “So…<Can you speak in a foreign language? If so can you say sentence?> That’s really original!” Armin smiled happily hearing that. “Well…One time I tried to learn four different languages but I ended up mixing them together” Hanji scratched her head shyly. “I’m fluent in sarcasm” Said Levi “Apart from French” He added after while Erwin rolled his eyes “I learnt Latin when I was a teenager”. “That’s soo freaking cool say something please!” “Alright Hanji…Um…Oh yeah I always loved this saying 'dum vita est spes est’ Which means 'As long there is life there is hope’” Erwin looked to the ceiling trying to remember the words of the saying while Levi stared dead in the cadets eyes and said “Sais-tu combien de temps ta mère prend pour chier? Neuf mois.” “Uh…What does that means?” Asked Connie. “You don’t want to know” And with that Moblit went on with another question “This one says…” “It’s a fucking paper it doesn’t talk” “Ehm…<What’s the most interesting or disgusting thing you’ve read or seen this week?>” “I literally saw two cockroaches fucking in Shitty-Glasses because she can’t fucking clean her shitty office” Levi glared Hanji who only giggled “I found an old recipe in the library I’ll try to cook tomorrow and ya’ll will have the pleasure to try it” “Oh no…” Whispered Moblit with Nanaba and Levi. “Ahem, Anyway this week I read that if you sleep less than 4 hours and more than 10 hours you’re at a higher risk for dying at an early age. So remember to always sleep at least 8 hours a day, we don’t want to lose our mans in such a dumb way right Levi?” “Yea, yeah whatever say that to the pile of paperwork you give me everytime” Erwin rolled his eyes a second time for his teenager like attitude. “Can I pick???” Asked Hanji bouncing up and down making half of the cadets have a heart attack thinking that she would fall from the unstable stool and smash her head for good. Moblit just extended the small ugly box to Hanji with his quivering arm. “Lets see…<If you were arrested with no explanation by the bitch brigade,> One point for that <What would your friends and superiors assume you had done?>"She smiled "They would think I killed someone by accident, blown up the whole Head Quarters or made a hole in the wall while experiencing” “That I killed somebody without it being an accident” “That I discovered some really segret informations” “Alright my turn” Erwin picked a piece of paper while the other were confused by his previous answer “<What would be the absolute worst name you could give your child?> Oh, it would definitely be Nile” “Tch, Eren” Smirked Levi. “B-but why???” “Ignore him Eren” “But Mikas-” “Ignore him” “Hmm…I think that every name is wonderful in its own way!” Sang Hanji grinning like a child “Levi you read the next one” “Tch, lets see what you brat got here <If you were held at gun point and told that if you didn’t impress them with your dance moves->…Uh…<-You would be killed, what dance moves would you bust out?>?… I won’t even comment on this. You answer first” Levi ripped the paper while Connie just pouted without anybody noticing while Armin looked at him sighing. “I…I don’t know…Really…” Mumbled Erwin. “Ha! Me neither! What about you levi??” “I would kill them first and then dance on their grave or directly on their body” He said without flicking. “Uh…okay…Next one please! Erwin your turn!” Said Hanji while giving the bottle of alcohol to Moblit who put it on the table near Reiner who gave a glance to Jean who just smirked. “Actually can I read it?” Jean put his hand up seeing that Erwin wanted to pass “Alright, Erwin will be next” Nanaba shook the box and gave it to Jean who read the question. “<Do you have a favourite cadet? If so who is it?>” He gave a questioning look to Armin who just shrugged mouthing a 'I don’t know’. “I don’t have a favourite, I hate every single one of you equally…” “I do have a favourite! But I’m not going to tell who is it!” “Tch, we all know that you like to experiment on Jeäger” “I don’t have a favourite, everyone is important” CoughMikasa&Armincough. Anyway Moblit was going to take the box from Jean and give it to Erwin but the teen just got up to bring it to Erwin himself. But as he was doing it he 'trip over’ Levi’s stool making the tiny man crush on Erwin and his old unbalaced stool which knocked Hanji off of her own stool with the others in a mass of tangled limb and bodies. Hanji passed out since she was the one who got smashed by Levi and Erwin’s body weight. Moblit and Nanaba rushed to help them but they got trip over by Jean and the broken stool (Which hit Erwin head) hitting the floor and adding to the mass of bodies and unconscious adults. Meanwhile Reiner explained everyone what just happened and what was the plan. “You are going to get in trouble and me and Christa are not going to be responsible of what you idiots are going to cause. Let’s go Christa” And with that Ymir left the crime scene with Christa following her giving the other an apologizing smile. “Let’s steal some bread, Connie!” The guy signed but followed Sasha anyway to the kitchens. “Okay Armin, what do we do know?” Asked Jean looking at the unconscious vets “W-What? I-I did nothing!” “Yes, but we are all in trouble now (Minus Ymir and Christa)” “We better hurry up though…” Reiner pointed to Levi who was slowly waking up but before he could open his eyes fully Eren hit his with the stool’s broken leg knocking him out once again. Armin would have sworn he heard him whisper “Revenge” but decided to ignore it and try to find a solution while Mikasa was checking if Eren got a splinter of wood in his hands. “O-Okay, We will drag them to their room and pretend that nothing happened. If they ask, just say that they all passed out” Everyone nodded in agreement “B-But wouldn’t it be suspicious?” Stuttered Berthold sweating a lot. “We will say that Sasha put something in the tea they drank this evening” Said Reiner carring Moblit on his shoulder “Yeah, and we will say that they hit the floor” Added Eren helping Mikasa to carry Nanaba while Jean and Armin carried together Levi. “Berthold you stay here and keep an eye on those two. We will burn the papers and put the box back to squad leader Hanji’s office, I have the key” Berthold nodded to Armin while shifting from one foot to another “H-H-Hurry up, though”. After carrying a (more than expected) heavy Levi to his room, Jean stayed in there and wrapped his head with bandages while Armin went back so get the empty box and put it in Hanji’s messy room…It was easy, he just left it on the floor with the other boxes with ugly Titan. Each one being the exact copy of the one he had in his hands. He decided to ignore that too. Mikasa and Eren put Nanaba in her bed and turned back to the mess hall where they found Armin burning papers with Sasha and Connie while Reiner and Jean were trying to carry Erwin. Mikasa carried Erwin to his room. Alone. While the other carried together Hanji to her room. They took a while since the floor was full of papers, boxes (looks like she was trying to make a 'good’ one), pens, notes, clothes and things like that. They also found an interesting paper on her desk… “Okay, we burned the evidences including Hanji’s black mail Erwin to make us play at this game paper wich Reiner found, we got rid of the ashes and we carried them to their room (thank god they weren’t wearing straps today). We have to throw away the stools” “What if we make a falo?” Asked Eren “A falo during summer? Are you dum-” “Okay! We can hide them in the forest or toss them in the river” Armin interruped Jean before he start a fight “And then we can enjoy all the alcohol for the rest of the night”. Armin’s plan was really well done, but if only he knew that Mike woke up in the infirmatory from the loud noise and the reeking smell of ashes, berthold’s sweat, Armin’s brain’s vibes and booze, saw (and smelt) everything from the infirmatory window they would probably still have the rest of their short summer vacation instead of having extra chores and one hundred laps a day for the rest of their summer (which just started by the way).

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Eeeee….It’s my first time writing something and posting it that’s why I submitted it instead of making it public (I posted it on Wattpad only to get the approval from my pen pal)…Tell me what you think via private message or my ask box. Merry Christmas and sorry if it came out late.

[jean-kayak]

Chapter 6

Summary: A relaxing summer at home after your second year of college sounds nice, until someone comes back and makes it anything but

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none really, a little suggestive, cursing

A/N: This is once again a filler chapter sort of, but there will be more spicy parts i promise 😂

Word Count: 1753

Tags: @her-majesty-kiara, @iwascrybaby, @styxtm, @bigdaddyzawa, @germfart3, @erensblackgirlfriend​

Chapter Summary: You’re feeling more than conflicted about what you did last night

When you wake up, the first thing you register is the tingling soreness between your legs when you stretch, and it makes you jolt, grimacing slightly before opening your eyes. Which widen when you see where you are.

Your head snaps to the side, not even registering the arm wrapped around your waist, which tightens when you move, and Eren grumbles beside you before nuzzling in his face in your neck, and you stay still until you're sure he's asleep again.

You fight the urge to slap a hand against your forehead, opting to squeeze a hand over your mouth. The events playback in your head and you rub a hand over your face slowly. You slept with him. You fucking slept with him.

You bring your other hand, rubbing both of them down your face, pulling your face with them. God, how could you let this happen? Do you regret it? The fact that you can't answer the question easily is bad, and you have to get out of here.

You carefully slide out from under his arm, freezing to make sure he doesn't wake up, and you get dressed to the best of your ability with the throbbing feeling at your core, thankful that your shirt somehow made its way into his room. You walk to the mirror to make sure you look somewhat presentable, not look you just got fucked by the best dick of your life, and your heart drops in horror when you see marks covering every inch of your skin.

You fight the whine that wants to come out as you fix your twists over your shoulders, hoping that they cover enough, and you collect your stuff before giving Eren one last glance, quickly looking away, knowing that if you look any longer, you're not going to leave.

All you have to do is sneak out. Should be easy enough. You slip out the door, closing it softly behind you before hightailing it to the stairs, your steps quick but light.

"Y/N?" You freeze when you hear Jean's door open, and you pray that most of the marks are covered. "You disappeared last night."

"Yeah, I was feeling a little tired," you respond quickly. "And I'm going to go get in the shower at home, so I'll talk to you later, yeah? And thanks for the party, I really appreciate it." You barely give him time to respond as you practically run down the stairs, grabbing your shoes at the door before rushing out the door, breaking out into a run when you make it outside, and you don't stop running until you're in your room.

You fall down onto your bed, rolling over so that you're facing the ceiling. You just had sex, amazing sex, with someone you were not supposed to, and--shit what about Jean? He saw you walk out of Eren's room or at least saw you coming from that direction. Does he know? He can't know, he'd probably flip the fuck out.

You rub a hand over your face, sighing heavily. You decide that you need to get in the shower, clear your head, and let the warm water run over your body, and every time you close your eyes, images from last night pop into your head, making you open your eyes instantly.

Your fingers brush over the bruises on your hips, and you rest your forehead against the cool tile. Screw Eren and his dick, but the more you think about the more you want to sleep with him again--No!

You don't want to sleep with him again, you can't sleep with him again. That's a bad idea. You're supposed to have a stress-free, dilemma-free summer, and that's nowhere near happening anymore, it hasn't been happening ever since you found out Eren was back.

You let the water run down your face, trying to metaphorically erase the feeling of his hands and lips on your body, and you've never felt more conflicted in your entire life. Your body wants him, and you hate it, it's like it's trying to overrun the voice in your head telling you that it's not a good idea.

The wound that you thought was healed was just opened back up again, and it leaves a weird feeling all over your body. Your brain tells you to drop it so that you can heal again while your body wants to be sadistic and put salt on the wound.

You sigh when you step out of the shower, wiping off the steam on the mirror to figure out how in the hell you're going to cover the marks.

You haven't spoken to Eren since that night, telling Jean to hang out at your house, your reasoning being that you're always at his house. Eren doesn't even text you, call you, or anything. That makes a pit in the bottom of your stomach, and that pathetic feeling from four years ago resurfaces once again, it feeling like a punch in the throat. You certainly don't miss this feeling.

"Hey, you okay?" You jump out of your thoughts, your face meeting Jean's with a look of concern over his.

"Yeah," you say, nodding quickly. "I'm just trying to figure out what else we can do, we can't spend the whole summer at each other's houses."

He shrugs, seeming to take the bait. "I mean, I'm pretty sure we can come up with something."

You shift on the couch, folding your legs under you as you face him, resting an arm on the back of the couch. "You know, you could tell me about Marco." His face turns pink instantly as he shakes his head. "Come on, Jean, it has to be going somewhere," you push, and he shrugs as he rubs the back of his neck.

"I don't know," he says cautiously.

"Hey, you never know unless you try. It seems like he likes you too," you tell him. "Do I need to play matchmaker?" you tease, and he shakes his head. "You sure? Pretty sure I could text him right now," you say, pulling out your phone, and he reaches over the couch to stop you.

"Y/N," he warns, and you chuckle softly as you put your phone down.

"Okay, okay, I'm done," you relent, and he gestures towards you.

"What about you? Anyone in the picture?" You shake your head fast as you wave your hands.

"Absolutely not. I was in a relationship, I guess you could call it, but that ended nearly as soon as it started," you remember, and Jean nods before looking away from you.

"Look, about Eren--"

"It's fine, don't worry about it," you cut him off. "I'm okay now, and it's in the past."

"But he shouldn't have--"

"It was my fault because I fell for it," you cut him off again, and he shakes his head.

"He shouldn't have led you on like that." You sigh, looking at him before you respond, ignoring how this conversation doesn't help the wound close.

"It doesn't matter. It was a while ago, and I'm over it. It'll never happen again," you reply firmly, and he drops it at that. The conversation confirms one thing. That you really won't let it happen again.

You're at Jean's house a couple of days later, and you haven't heard from Eren so you're pretty sure he's either not home or he's just ignoring you. Jean doesn't seem to suspect anything, he's not reacting in any way to indicate that he knows, and you release a breath of relief.

You're playing card games on the floor of the living room, a movie that the both of you occasionally paying attention to playing in the background. You hear the door open, and you assume it's Jean's mom, but his reaction dreadfully tells you differently. You don't turn around, pretending that you didn't hear anyone come in, keeping your attention on the cards in front of you.

Jean does the same thing, and you actually feel like you could do this. It actually doesn't seem that hard to achieve. "I'm going to the bathroom," Jean tells you before he gets up. You didn't take in the fact that you couldn't do it by yourself. You take a deep breath as you nod your head before turning your attention to the movie and your phone.

"So, it does work," you hear come from behind you, and your face changes to confusion, but you don't look at Eren. "I thought your phone was messed up or something."

"What made you think that?" you ask, keeping your back towards him.

"You haven't texted me, like, at all." At the audacity of his words, you turn around, standing quickly to face him.

"You don't get to say that to me. Your phone is working perfectly fine." You feel irritation rising in your chest at his words, shaking your head in disbelief. "What do you want?"

"Aww, come on, you're smarter than that." He smirks, walking towards you, and your tough demeanor starts to shrink. He pulls you into him, the look in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. "I want you," he says, his voice saying duh.

"Well, I don't want you," you counter, but it comes out weaker than you wanted it to, and he raises his eyebrows at you.

"Really? Well, you were definitely singing a different tune the other night. Screaming, I should say," and you release a deep breath through your nose. "I think it was to the tune of Eren?" He poses it as a question even though he knows it's the truth, and you're more than having a hard time keeping your resolve up.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway makes you jump as you push away from him, quickly sitting on the floor as Jean comes into view. You rub a hand over your heated face, keeping your gaze on the cards.

"Eren, could you like, I don't know, fuck off?" you hear Jean say, and Eren responds with a chuckle. You can see him in your peripheral as he walks up the stairs.

"I'll be in my room if you need me to relieve some tension."

"We won't." The innuendo goes over Jean's head, knowing those words were meant for you, and you clear your throat as Jean sits down in front of you.

"How about another round?" Jean offers, and you nod your head as you hand him your cards.

"Sounds good."

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COTW 6 Full... I was in bed all of yesterday with a migraine and it's creeping back today. I'm so sorry for the delay in updates:(

It was like the previous night hadn't happened. Setting up near the water's edge, Eren looked amazing. Dressed in a loose white shirt and short white shorts, his long brown legs contrasted perfectly, as he caught the eye of everyone on the beach. Kicking back under the beach umbrella they'd rented, Eren was fussing over Viren as the boy tried to say no his floaties. It wasn't happening. No way was Levi risking his son's healthy and safety with that much water right in front of them. Pulling out his phone, Eren snapped photos of Viren, while Viren tried to escape to the water. Kissing the boy, Eren somehow seemed to get the photo he wanted, before looking up to him "Viren's ready for a swim, daddy. You should be the one to take him in. I can't swim" "You'll be fine. We're only going to the water's edge" "I don't feel that great. I think the rice from last night didn't agree with me. My stomach's been gross all morning" He'd probably thrown up so much that his muscles didn't know how relax "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I really want to get some good photos of you with Viren. He's so excited to be here" "If you want to go back to the hotel room, that's ok" "No. Family holiday remember. Besides, my two best boys make for the best targets" The smile that Eren gave him, seemed genuine enough. But the jealous stain on his heart, from the previous night, still left his blood cold. Distracting himself, he scooped Viren up "You're just going to take photos? Or record?" "Recording? Definitely recording. You two look so good together" "Ready?" "I'm more than ready" Viren cried the first time the cold water ran over his feet. His little legs marching up and down on the spot as he reached up Levi's hold. Eren was laughing as he watched. Slowly the pup seemed to realise that the water wasn't some big scary monster in the closet. Falling in his bum, he splashed his legs. The joy was obvious. This was what he thought being a family would be like. Him. Viren. Eren. All of them a team and force of their own. Abandoning his phone, Eren came to sit on Viren's other side while Levi helping Viren build sand piles, only for the waves to continually wash them away. The boy too curious about it all, to be mad at the fact his work was being wasted. Settling himself down, Eren's hand landing on their son's head as he adjusted his hat "He seems to love it" "He really does" "I got heaps of you two together. I want him to have these memories" "So do I. How do you feel?" "I'm ok... my stomach doesn't know what to do when I'm not throwing up" "Does it hurt?" "A little. But this is nice" "We should head back up to the hotel soon" "We only just got here" "It's getting hotter faster than I thought it would. Today would be better inside. We can look up tourist things" Eren hummed, looking up to the bright clear blue sky "Mmmm. The sun feels nice, but he's got such delicate skin like you do. You're already starting to burn" "And you're not?" "Nope. Because I put sunscreen on" "So did I" "Mine must be better than yours. Viren, baby. It's time to get out of the water" Trying to lift Viren, Eren groaned, releasing the boy as hand moved to his stomach "Eren?" "It's ok. My stomach's still sore... maybe today would be better if we found something else to do?" "There should be a museum or something around. If we can't find anything, we can always take a drive" "I thought you'd be sick of driving after yesterday" "It's all about making memories, isn't it?" Eren looked confused for a moment, before cringing, then smiling softly "Yeah. Do you want to convince him to get out of the water?" "I've got it. Will you be alright packing up?" "Yes, mum. I can handle packing up. Hey, there's a great bar around here, I found it last night. They're supposed to do lunch. We could there, I mean... if you want to?" Levi's breath caught momentarily. Eren was bringing up the bar. The alpha wasn't sure if it was the sun, or the deep shame he felt at mentally accusing Eren of cheating, that burnt at his cheeks... no. It had to be the sun. Alphas didn't blush! "Sounds good. Did you have a good time last night?" "I ordered a lemonade. Just because we're on holiday, doesn't mean that I'm off mum duty" "I never said it did. Let's head back up" Leaning over Viren, Eren pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "I love you. Just. Don't forget that" "I know" "Good. Let's get this one up and into a bath. Then it's food time" * Some how their trip to the beach had ended up taking up two hours. No wonder he'd started to burn. Heading into the bathroom with Viren, the boy didn't like the fact they weren't down at the beach anymore... and for a kid who's feet had barely touched the sand, he sure had a lot of sand over him... and in his mouth. He hadn't even seen the boy eating it. Cleaning the pup down, he carried Viren out to the living area so Eren could get him dressed. His omega busy rifling through his suitcase "Viren needs clothes" Dropping whatever was in his hands, back into his suitcase, Eren snapped it shut. Levi was getting real tired of Eren hiding whatever it was that he was "He looks like he needs a nap too. You don't mind waiting a little longer for lunch, do you?" "No... you really want to go back to that bar, hey?" "Yeah. It was... it was nice. And they were super friendly" "Oh, yeah?" "Yep. I think I might head back there tonight, if you don't mind" Levi's stomach did that annoying thing where it decided to drop again. Mental images flashing of Eren laughing with that stranger. And then. It was like the last two hours had never happened "Levi? Everything ok?" "What?" "You look like you have something to say" "It can wait" "Ok. Well. I have some things I want to talk to you about. I did some thinking last night, and I think I need to tell you" Eren did some thinking? This was it. His heart was racing. His mate was about to dump him. To dissolve the bond between them, and return the two rings that sat on his perfect finger... the two rings that were still waiting for a third to join them "Levi?" "Sure. Whatever. We'll talk. Viren needs clothes" Practically dumping their son on the bed, the boy jumped straight off, falling face first as he did. "Viren!" Screaming his name, Eren rushed to the boy "Levi! What the hell was that?!" "I didn't mean for him to fall" Lifting Viren off the floor, Eren nuzzled into the boy's hair as he hushed him "I don't know what your problem is, but go take a shower" "I didn't mean..." "Go shower. It's ok, baby. It's ok. You're ok" Rocking Viren was a bounce in his step, Eren shot daggers in his direction "Levi, go cool down. I can smell your anger" "I'm not angry" "Don't lie to me" "I'm not" "Is it the bar? We don't have to go. I just thought it would be a nice place to have lunch with you" His confusion and fear over having been the cause of his son's fear stripped away the filter on his mouth "Is it me you want to have lunch with? Or that man you were with last night?" Eren blinked at him, a confused and hurt expression clouding his face. He practically hissed in Levi's face "What?! What are you talking about?!" This was definitely not the time to be having this conversation. And now Eren was lying to him "Don't worry. I'm going for a shower" Stupid. Fucking. Shitty. Idiot. Scrubbing himself aggressively. He stayed under the cold spray until his scent was completely washed away. He'd just admitted to Eren that he'd stalked him again. That he didn't trust him. Forgetting to take clothes with him, he walked out wearing a towel. Eren was sitting on the end of their bed, the omega wiping at the tears rolling down his face while Viren was laying on his own bed, their son probably exhausted from all the fun and excitement the morning had brought "Eren... what's wrong?" "I worked it out. You weren't down at the car were you? You fucking followed me. I can't believe you" "You can't believe me?! I'm not the one who was letting a stranger buy me drinks! Is that why you want to go back? To see him again?!" "What? No. That was some random" "He brought you a drink and you fucking started acting like an idiot!" "His mate brought me a drink! When I sat down, he mistakingly thought I was interested in him and tried to tell me he was bonded. It was the only free seat at the bar at the time. I set him straight, and he went back to his mate. The drink was from her as a joke. God! Do you seriously think I would stoop to your level?!" "What's that supposed to mean?!" "You're the one who cheated Levi! I know it! I smelt omega and slick all over your pants and your arousal! I've been trying so hard to find a way back to you, but you don't even care" "I never fucking cheated on you!" "You're lying! Admit it! Admit it, Levi! You don't want me anymore! I'm useless!" "Don't you dare start with this fucking shit! I'm trying my hardest to do everything for you!" "You cheated on me! I smelt it!" "I never fucking cheated on you. My bosses mate went into heat and collapsed at work. She called me, because she needed help and needed an alpha she could trust. The whole time, I was thinking about how that could be you" "So you cuddled up with an omega in heat, thinking of me?! Is that supposed to make me feel better? I smelt your arousal!" "I wasn't aroused!" "Their slick was on your pants!" Eren's sobs grew harder "I knew it! I knew you didn't want me anymore!" "You're the one who doesn't want me!" "I've never wanted anyone or loved anyone more than you! You're everything to me! Everything Levi! You don't trust me! You... I never cheated on you. I never even had the thought to! You're the one who replaced me" "I never cheated either. I don't want anyone else! Why don't you get it!?" "Because I don't belong in this family! Not anymore!" "Yes you do! God. I can't live without you! I followed you last night because I was worried. It's not because I don't trust you, it's everyone else I don't trust! I don't want you hurt! I don't want you scared! I want you by my side forever!" "Then why aren't we married?! I thought we'd be married by now! I was so excited. I even started planning it. I even stupid changed my name to Eren Ackerman-Yeager on everything I could, because I was serious when I proposed to you! You're everything I ever wanted..." "Shit. Fuck. How the fuck did we end up like this? How did I hurt you so badly that you think and accept I would cheat on you?! Where did we go wrong?" Blinking through his tears, Eren started rummaging through his suitcase. His mate stopping once he'd found whatever it was he was looking for. Angered at his omega was disregarding such an important conversation, Levi snatched the box from his hands. His eyes widening as he read the name, his alpha barely contained "What the fuck is this?!" "What do they look like?" Despite the drop in volume, Eren's voice carried all the anger it had before. Miserably, Eren resumed wiping at his face "Eren?" A pup. Another child... His alpha was over the mood at the idea of another pup... and bit by bit the pieces came together for him. The way Eren said his pills stopped. He'd had to stop taking them, but couldn't tell him because he'd pushed him so far away he seriously believed Levi had cheated. The confusion Eren must have felt believing he was now his second choice. The struggles with Viren and getting the boy to show him love, even when Eren presented him with everything but the moon on a silver platter. Eren's tone became filled with resignation and despair, the kind a parent uses when disappointed in you, and you wish they'd hit you instead "You want to know what's wrong? Fine. I'm fucking pregnant. Ok. I'm not sick. I don't have a stomach bug or food poisoning. I have a baby growing inside me that you don't even want. You're always using two fucking condoms, but you didn't the night of Mike and Erwin's wedding, and you never bother sticking around once your knots deflated. So I wasn't planning on telling you. Now just back the fuck off. We already have one kid that doesn't fucking want me around" Shoving past him, Levi was too shocked to think. Pregnant. He. What. Another pup? Why didn't Eren tell him? How far along was he? And... abortion pills? Eren seriously thought he didn't love him? Or love him enough to want another child? He used two condoms because Eren had said he was scared of falling pregnant again. That and he didn't want to come way too fast, given their sex life was interrupted by parenting and responsible adulting... and Eren's arse was incredible "Eren? What? When did you find out?" "A few weeks ago" Weeks. He'd been stuck like this for weeks. Stuck thinking Levi didn't want another kid with him. Who knew how depressed and empty that had made him feel "And you didn't tell me?" "I. I've been trying to figure out us! I was going to hide it, but after the beach and last night... I needed to tell you. It's not... ok. I'm not ok" "You said you needed to talk..." "Yeah... well. Surprise. I'm pregnant and my body isn't coping... fuck..." The word came out like a grunted groan of pain. He didn't even have time to question it "Daddy? Mummy?" Turning from the box of pills, Levi looked to a newly woken Viren as there was a solid a whimper behind him. Turning completely, his eyes widened. Eren's wet white shorts were fast turning red as blood ran down his thighs, his left fingertips covered in it, with clear traces of finger marks across Eren's legs where he'd wiped "Eren..." "Levi... I don't feel good" As his mate's eyes rolled back, Levi dropped the pill box, barely catching Eren by the arm as he crumpled. Across the room, Viren started screaming in fear. Eren had said his body wasn't coping. He'd been put on pills to combat his nausea, but his mate's body must have been giving everything it could to their child. He'd been given sedatives because the weight on his shoulders was just too heavy. His body too weak to dance anymore. In the space of the last month, Eren felt like he'd lost everything. Then there was the fact Eren was coming off his tablets. His system would be completely out of whack. He needed help. Laying Eren down in the recovery position, he stripped his towel off and shoved it between his legs. Jogging across the room, he snatched his phone up, a stuttering mess as he called through to emergency services for an ambulance. Leaving the call connected, he then found up the first pair of pants he could. He desperately wanted to comfort Viren, but he needed to check Eren's vitals. With the combination of Eren's pants already being wet, slick and blood, he couldn't gauge the bleed... but it was entirely possible, and more than likely, that Eren was losing the pup. Kneeling down, he placed his palm of Eren's forehead as he double checked his mate still had a pulse. Whining for him, Eren curled around himself though out of it "Brat. Come on, open those bright eyes for me. Come on, baby. I need you to look at me" "Mummy!" Fuck. The pills... had Eren already? He'd told Viren he'd be better soon? Scrambling across the floor, Levi pulled the blister tray from the box. Both pills still inside. He hadn't... he'd wanted to... but he hadn't. Eren had wanted to tell him. He was getting the box to tell him. He'd let his anger get the better of him. Shit. Shit. Shit. He knew Eren was in a fragile state of mind... he shouldn't have pushed. He shouldn't have blown things out of proportion. He should have listened to his mate. Eren very well may have told him about the drinks thing when they went to the bar... but if he hadn't pushed, he wouldn't haven't have known that Eren thought he cheated on him. He wouldn't haven't known the pain his mate felt. Jealousy and pain carving themselves soul deep as Eren tried not to be abandoned by him... Maybe... He didn't like seeing Eren suffer, but without the medication coursing through his system, his omega had opened up to him again... his yoyoing emotions making it impossible for Eren to calmly sit down and explain things, because he simply wasn't able to right now. He hadn't wanted to be angry. He hadn't wanted to fight. He was just struggling to figure out how to make Levi and Viren happy, like he always did, leaving him with the weight of the world on his fragile shoulders "Mummy... mum!" Viren pulled him back to reality. Ok. Ok. He needed to approach this the way he was trained, and not like the untrained ape he was currently doing the world's greatest impression of. First. Unlock the door. Eren was in the recovery position. His airways were clear, and he had a pulse. His heart was racing, but he was still breathing. Second. Viren. Viren was just a child. He didn't understand. He saw the blood and knew mummy was hurt... Shit. In the few moments it'd taken him to open the door, his son had made it to Eren's side. Pulling him back, he held him to his chest. Making sure the boy was facing away from Eren. He couldn't stop a miscarriage, he didn't have anything to do anything about it with. He didn't even have his first aid kit... Viren. He had to protect his son from seeing his mother like this. Eren would never forgive him if he did. Kissing the pup's hair, he cursed the ambulance for taking so fucking long. He knew something was wrong. He knew it. He should have made Eren go to hospital. He should have been there when he collapsed. Hanji had said Eren asked for him. Had he wanted to tell him then? His mate would have been terrified. He should have dragged him there by the hair if he'd had to, when Eren didn't start improving. Did Hanji know? She'd gone with him... Why hadn't she said anything? She was able to get more out of Eren than he was these days and holy fuck... his omega's pain was ebbing through their bond. Levi seriously felt like was about to shit himself with the pressure and cramps that seemed to be forming in his gut. Finally the sound of sirens reached his ears. Viren was still crying hysterically in his arms. It was another 10 minutes before help finally arrived. As the two EMT's entered the room, Levi explained the situation to them. His alpha leaving everything he was saying curt to and the point. He wanted to snap the arm of the first woman who placed her hand on Eren's shoulder. No one should be handling his mate, except for him. No one. Within minutes, Eren was on the gurney, Levi needing to ride along as he had no idea where Paradis's hospital was. He barely thought to grab his phone and Eren's wallet off the bedside table. His own buried somewhere in the things still packed from the beach. His feet felt like lead, his head swimming as he followed Eren out, people having gathered to witness what the fuck was going on. Eren would have loathed all the attention directed his way. His heart so precious, he would have hated even the thought of causing inconvenience. Eren didn't stir during the hospital ride, Viren cocooned in Levi's lap crying softly, as he watched every single move the EMT made. Mike and Erwin wed on the 21st of August, so that was the rough date of conception, 11 weeks ago... 11 weeks... Just shy of 12. It was like Eren's first pregnancy all over again. He'd missed the start, even though he was right beside him. Arriving at the hospital, Eren was whisked away from him. Levi feeling a little lost until an attending nurse came over to him to collect Eren's medical history. He didn't even know the name of the pills his mate had been taking... giving her the name of Eren's doctor, she promised to check, giving him a sympathetic smile as she did. Evicted out to the waiting room, his mind was still a muddled mess of self loathing... but there were things to do. Pulling his phone out, he called Hanji. The woman taking a frustratingly long time to answer, sounding as if she'd just woken. Launching straight into explanation, his voice trembled. He'd lost a pup he hadn't even known about... and his alpha was mourning that loss as of the poor little thing as if it had been birthed. Eren was going to be distraught. He didn't deserve this or the weeks of suffering it'd brought him. How could his omega think that he wouldn't be excited?! He loved Viren and he loved Eren. It may not have been planned, but the idea of expanding their family filled him with pride. He was at the stage where he could tolerate moving to the suburbs. A house with space to move, a backyard for the kids to play in... though, he didn't think he could part with the apartment. He'd kept it because it was a home with Eren. Every time his omega wandered off, he always knew Levi was waiting there for him. Lost his own thoughts, he forgot he was on the phone to Hanji. Hanji repeating his name over and over until he grunted in acknowledgement, then promising to head down to help out with Viren. Eren probably wouldn't be feeling very holidayee, and incredibly tender, both emotionally and physically, over the next few days, possibly the next fortnight until the miscarriage had passed. * Waking up confused, Eren whined softly. His head felt like it was filled with cotton wool, and he couldn't quite remember how he'd gotten to wherever he was, only that the was clearly no longer in the hotel with Levi. Whining again, Levi appeared at his side. His alpha's large, cool palm felt wonderful against his head "Hey, Eren. How do you feel?" "Thick... I can't think" Nuzzling into Levi's touch, his alpha sank down on the edge of his bed "Do you remember what happened? We were fighting in the hotel?" Eren blinked at Levi, right... he was going to tell Levi was he pregnant... then... The pups... he'd started bleeding. His confused green eyes filled with sorry "Shhh... shhh. It's ok" "I'm sorry... I..." "You wanted to tell me. I know. I didn't figure out until after I yelled at you. I'm so sorry, Eren. I'm so sorry I yelled" "'s ok..." "No it's not. Eren, I promise, I never cheated on you. And I know you didn't cheat on me, right?" He was too tired for this "Lee... no... I can't think" "Sorry, br-Eren. I had to tell you" "Am I dying?" "No. No, you're not..." "Viren's presents are in the top of my wardrobe... and yours..." "Eren, shhh. You're going to just fine" "But the..." "We're still waiting for the results. They only just let me back in to see you" "Viren?" "He's sleeping next to you" Eren couldn't find the strength to look down, even moving his arm was hard as hell. He was so warm and tired... other than his head, he couldn't feel the rest of him. It was nice to be pain free. Taking his hand, Levi placed it on Viren's soft hair "He's been crying for you" "He shouldn't be here" "Hanji is coming down to take care of him. It's fine... ok. It's all organised" "I'm sorry" "No. This isn't your fault. Ok?" "Did I... did..." He was so fucking confused... and really sleepy. Whining softly, he didn't know what he wanted to say "You're ok. Just rest" "Lee... stay?" "You want me to stay? I'm not going anywhere" "Hold me?" That's what he wanted. He wanted to be in Levi's arms. His omega was stuffed right back under all that cotton wool, but they both wanted Levi to take whatever was happening away "Ok. I need to move Viren. You've got two IV lines running into the cannula in your left arm. They had to give you a blood transfusion, because you're so weak" "'m sorry" Leaning in, Levi kissed him. Eren was sure, if he could be sure, that his mouth was taste revolting. He was too tired to think about it. Nuzzling into his forehead, Levi sighed softly "I love you so much. I never, ever meant to hurt you. You're my everything. I'm completely and totally Erensexual for you, my Shitty Brat" "Lee, shut up and cuddle me" "I can do that" Curled into Levi's side, Viren slept across the both of them. Falling asleep, he felt much more clearer when he woke next. His body still heavy, but his mind no longer fluffy. He was sleepy, and edging on an emotional breakdown, but being so close to his mate felt soooo good. Levi was warm and anchoring. The only thing he could really focus on. He loved this alpha more than life, and here he was. Nuzzling Levi's arm, his alpha smiled down at him. Despite being alone, Levi whispered "Hey, beautiful" Eren's cheeks dusted lightly. He was sure as hell, that he wasn't beautiful right now. Semi-scared there was someone listening, he matched his mates whispers "Hey... I'm in hospital?" "Yeah. You woke earlier, do you remember?" "It's foggy, but... what happened with..." "They're not completely sure. There's two heartbeats in there, with evidence of a partial miscarriage" "There was only two..." "You knew there was two?" "Y-yeah... I'm sorry" And just like that. Those emotions rushed to overwhelm him. Eren was riddled with guilt. For both his pups and Levi... he'd wanted them gone. He'd broken Levi's trust. He should have told him... before. Before they fought. His scent souring as he tried to shift away from Levi "Eren, it's ok. I don't know if you remember, but I understand. I understand now, and I'm sorry" "N-no. It's me. I'm bad..." "You're not bad. Your body has been under extreme stress. Coming off your medication. Struggling with your morning sickness, and looking after Viren. Growing two pups inside of you. You're not bad. I was the one who messed up, by not realising sooner. I knew your scent was changing, I just never thought we be having another pup" "You said you didn't want more... that it was a good thing we only had one" "I'm an idiot. A complete and totally shitty idiot who failed you" "No! No... you didn't know" "Because you didn't feel safe and loved enough to tell me" "I didn't want to... I didn't want to hurt you" "You hurt me more by keeping it in. You've always taken the brunt of everything alone in an effort to protect us" "Because you're my everything. I never had friends or someone to love me. You give me everything" "Except what you need" "No. You work hard for Viren and I" "I still should have noticed. I left you alone and left you to hurt" "It's..." "It's not fine. I lost my head. I always seem to do that when I'm with you" Looking down, Eren didn't deserve Levi. He knew Levi would never intentionally hurt him, but he'd believed the voices in his head "Maybe I'm no good for you" "Hey. No. I'm the one that's not good enough for you" "You're too good for me" "You're an idiot if you believe that" "Maybe we're both idiots?" He wanted to smile, but he couldn't muster the strength. It was like he'd been run over repeatedly without the pain "I wish you weren't quite this bad" "Doesn't it make you feel better to know you're not alone" "Not really. I just feel flat" "Laying in bed will do that to you" "Can I go home soon?" "Not tonight. They want to monitor the pups. Despite everything, all those vitamins you've been taking has managed to keep your levels okish. You still need to gain more weight. Everything is going to the pups" "Are you... are you mad?" "Disappointed. Not mad" So Levi was disappointed he was pregnant? He should have taken the pills... then they'd be gone. Whimpering, he wanted to be let go. It was like the bubble around them had popped "Eren, hey. You're safe. You're ok. We're ok" "You don't want the pups. I should have... then you wouldn't have to know..." "Oh. No. No. I thought you meant "am I mad about everything?". No. Brat... sorry, Eren. No. I'm disappointed at myself. Having another child, or two, or a dozen with you. I'm thrilled. I couldn't be happier. I just can't believe I missed it, with how sick you've been. I took your word for it, forgetting how you like to hide your pain to protect me" "I'm barely showing..." "I noticed that. And I'm going to be around more. I'll talk to my boss. I can drop back to training, instead of field work" "No. They need you in the field. You get what it's like to be an omega..." "Eren. That means more hours. I want to be coming home at reasonable time. I want to be helping with Viren. I want to be there to spend more time with you" "But... Levi. You're good with omegas. You treat them like normal people" "They are normal people. Besides, I'm doing training. I'm training the people who go into the field. I want more time with you... I know you can look after Viren, but I still want to be there" "He does miss you" "Not today. He cried and cried for his mummy. He had a tantrum when I told him he couldn't give you cuddles" "He's never done that before" "I think he had a huge scare when you collapsed like that. We both did" "I thought the cramps were from the nausea... I didn't think I was losing them" "Paradis hospital is sadly ill equipped in comparison to Shinganshima. They can only preform the very basics of tests. That's why their not sure if it was a miscarriage or something else. One pup did have a lower heart rate than the other, they don't know what's going to happen at this point. But... You know Hanji, she'd going to take over the moment she gets here" Levi sounded bitter to begin with, before ending with the sickly sweetness of faked humour with a dash of "trying way too fucking hard". They didn't know, but he could still lose a pup anyway. He could still lose both of them. Then everything would have been for nothing. Levi was probably lashing out at anyone who came too close. He could imagine the alpha yelling and demanding results. It wasn't their fault that the place wasn't as flashy as Shinganshima. It was a tourist town. As far as he knew, the worst a tourist had to fear was a bad sunburn or alcohol poisoning. Maybe a car accident if they had really crappy luck. Shit. He really hoped Levi hadn't... Levi would get to go home, while he was stuck here. The fucked up omega of the psychotic alpha. "Is he ok?" "He's still sleeping, can't you feel him against you?" No. Probably because he couldn't feel much of everything and it was wonderful "Drugged up. I can feel your warmth and smell you, but I can't really feel anything from the neck down. Levi. He shouldn't have had to see that, ever. Even if he's too young to remember, it doesn't make it ok. I don't want him seeing me like this. Or to hear us yelling. I don't want to fight in front of him. I don't want him scared of his dad or me. I don't want him hiding in the closet, sitting in a puddle of piss and thinking you're going to beat him. And I don't want him feeling what I felt growing up. He's innocent. I'm dirty. But he isn't" "You are not dirty. And, neither do I. I lost it when you wanted to go back to that bar. I thought you wanted to leave me" Yeah. Ok. If Levi could kindly back off, or start too, that would be great. His alphas scent tainted with hues of anger "I thought you cheated on me. And that you didn't want me anymore... because I'm too much work... and that I was just, I don't know... convenient? That you'd broke your promise" Levi shook his head as he kissed his hair "You were right though. I didn't cheat on you, but I also didn't stay after sex. I didn't even think about what you'd been through or how it would feel" "It fucking sucked" "I gathered as much. Why didn't you tell me?" Because things were complete shit. Because he had a zillion things on his mind all the time. Because he was struggling his arse off trying to make everyone else happy, only to feel like he fell short in every manner. Because he was a weak omega. No matter how he tried, I couldn't change that. He couldn't change the way people looked at him with his son. He couldn't change the people who looked for his alpha because omegas weren't supposed to go out and do things alone... "Because you're the alpha... I'm only ever going to be an omega. It's my job to stay home with the children, to cook and clean, to be there for your alpha" "Eren. No. What I want was a partnership where you feel equal" He could barely remember what that felt like again... he was sleepy, and dying to fall back to sleep. He hated hospitals, and now he'd ended up in yet another one "We haven't been like that for a while. Lee, if I hadn't said anything, when you came out the shower, would have told me? That you thought I was interested in cheating on you?" Levi sighed, his alpha moving his hand to push Eren's hair back from where he was trying to hide behind his fringe "I, honestly, was angry at you. I thought we were supposed to work things out, then you were laughing with someone else. Someone else was making you happy. It fucking hurt. I know I'm not the greatest alpha, but I can't remember the last time I made you happy. The last time I made you smile that... The last time I made you feel comfortable enough to be truly happy. Then you just stop paying attention to me, to get those stupid pills out. I really wasn't expecting them" "I didn't think you'd want the pup because you're getting rid of me" "I am not getting rid of you. I want you and your pups. Our pups. I just... I can't see how things ended up here" "Life. They never tell you what happens after you get your happily ever after" Letting out a yawn, Levi kissed his forehead "If you're sleepy, you should get some more rest" "I'm a little sleepy" "Hanji should be here soon, hopefully she can figure this out" "Mmm... Lee, have I told you how much I hate hospitals?" "I know. I love you, Eren" "I love you too, and Viren. Can you make sure he's ok?" "He's ok. He's probably going to be cranky when he wakes up" "Get him some chicken nuggets. They always make him feel better" "Nuggets?" "Yeah. They're all he'll eat when he's sick or upset. They work better than ice cream" "I didn't know that" "That's because he saves all the vomiting and tantrums for me" "Things are going to change. I promise you" "Mmmm... I want to talk to you more, but I'm really sleepy" "I know you are" Levi shifted next to him, Eren grabbing his alpha before he could move further "You're not leaving, are you?" "No, Eren. I'm not going anywhere" "Ok... good... I can't loose you, Lee" "You're not going to, my precious omega" Kissing his forehead again, Levi repositioned him to lay with his head on his chest, the rhythm of his mate's strong and steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep.

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COTW - 6 start

It was like the previous night hadn't happened. Setting up near the water's edge, Eren looked amazing. Dressed in a loose white shirt and short white shorts, his long brown legs contrasted perfectly, as he caught the eye of everyone on the beach. Kicking back under the beach umbrella they'd rented, Eren was fussing over Viren as the boy tried to say no his floaties. It wasn't happening. No way was Levi risking his son's healthy and safety with that much water right in front of them. Pulling out his phone, Eren snapped photos of Viren, while Viren tried to escape to the water. Kissing the boy, Eren somehow seemed to get the photo he wanted, before looking up to him "Viren's ready for a swim, daddy. You should be the one to take him in. I can't swim" "You'll be fine. We're only going to the water's edge" "I don't feel that great. I think the rice from last night didn't agree with me. My stomach's been gross all morning" He'd probably thrown up so much that his muscles didn't know how relax "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I really want to get some good photos of you with Viren. He's so excited to be here" "If you want to go back to the hotel room, that's ok" "No. Family holiday remember. Besides, my two best boys make for the best targets" The smile that Eren gave him, seemed genuine enough. But the jealous stain on his heart, from the previous night, still left his blood cold. Distracting himself, he scooped Viren up "You're just going to take photos? Or record?" "Recording? Definitely recording. You two look so good together" "Ready?" "I'm more than ready" Viren cried the first time the cold water ran over his feet. His little legs marching up and down on the spot as he reached up Levi's hold. Eren was laughing as he watched. Slowly the pup seemed to realise that the water wasn't some big scary monster in the closet. Falling in his bum, he splashed his legs. The joy was obvious. This was what he thought being a family would be like. Him. Viren. Eren. All of them a team and force of their own. Abandoning his phone, Eren came to sit on Viren's other side while Levi helping Viren build sand piles, only for the waves to continually wash them away. The boy too curious about it all, to be mad at the fact his work was being wasted. Settling himself down, Eren's hand landing on their son's head as he adjusted his hat "He seems to love it" "He really does" "I got heaps of you two together. I want him to have these memories" "So do I. How do you feel?" "I'm ok... my stomach doesn't know what to do when I'm not throwing up" "Does it hurt?" "A little. But this is nice" "We should head back up to the hotel soon" "We only just got here" "It's getting hotter faster than I thought it would. Today would be better inside. We can look up tourist things" Eren hummed, looking up to the bright clear blue sky "Mmmm. The sun feels nice, but he's got such delicate skin like you do. You're already starting to burn" "And you're not?" "Nope. Because I put sunscreen on" "So did I" "Mine must be better than yours. Viren, baby. It's time to get out of the water" Trying to lift Viren, Eren groaned, releasing the boy as hand moved to his stomach "Eren?" "It's ok. My stomach's still sore... maybe today would be better if we found something else to do?" "There should be a museum or something around. If we can't find anything, we can always take a drive" "I thought you'd be sick of driving after yesterday" "It's all about making memories, isn't it?" Eren looked confused for a moment, before cringing, then smiling softly "Yeah. Do you want to convince him to get out of the water?" "I've got it. Will you be alright packing up?" "Yes, mum. I can handle packing up. Hey, there's a great bar around here, I found it last night. They're supposed to do lunch. We could there, I mean... if you want to?" Levi's breath caught momentarily. Eren was bringing up the bar. The alpha wasn't sure if it was the sun, or the deep shame he felt at mentally accusing Eren of cheating, that burnt at his cheeks... no. It had to be the sun. Alphas didn't blush! "Sounds good. Did you have a good time last night?" "I ordered a lemonade. Just because we're on holiday, doesn't mean that I'm off mum duty" "I never said it did. Let's head back up" Leaning over Viren, Eren pressed a sweet kiss to his lips "I love you. Just. Don't forget that" "I know" "Good. Let's get this one up and into a bath. Then it's food time" * Some how their trip to the beach had ended up taking up two hours. No wonder he'd started to burn. Heading into the bathroom with Viren, the boy didn't like the fact they weren't down at the beach anymore... and for a kid who's feet had barely touched the sand, he sure had a lot of sand over him... and in his mouth. He hadn't even seen the boy eating it. Cleaning the pup down, he carried Viren out to the living area so Eren could get him dressed. His omega busy rifling through his suitcase "Viren needs clothes" Dropping whatever was in his hands, back into his suitcase, Eren snapped it shut. Levi was getting real tired of Eren hiding whatever it was that he was "He looks like he needs a nap too. You don't mind waiting a little longer for lunch, do you?" "No... you really want to go back to that bar, hey?" "Yeah. It was... it was nice. And they were super friendly" "Oh, yeah?" "Yep. I think I might head back there tonight, if you don't mind" Levi's stomach did that annoying thing where it decided to drop again. Mental images flashing of Eren laughing with that stranger. And then. It was like the last two hours had never happened "Levi? Everything ok?" "What?" "You look like you have something to say" "It can wait" "Ok. Well. I have some things I want to talk to you about. I did some thinking last night, and I think I need to tell you" Eren did some thinking? This was it. His heart was racing. His mate was about to dump him. To dissolve the bond between them, and return the two rings that sat on his perfect finger... the two rings that were still waiting for a third to join them "Levi?" "Sure. Whatever. We'll talk. Viren needs clothes" Practically dumping their son on the bed, the boy jumped straight off, falling face first as he did. "Viren!" Screaming his name, Eren rushed to the boy "Levi! What the hell was that?!" "I didn't mean for him to fall" Lifting Viren off the floor, Eren nuzzled into the boy's hair as he hushed him "I don't know what your problem is, but go take a shower" "I didn't mean..." "Go shower. It's ok, baby. It's ok. You're ok" Rocking Viren was a bounce in his step, Eren shot daggers in his direction "Levi, go cool down. I can smell your anger" "I'm not angry" "Don't lie to me" "I'm not" "Is it the bar? We don't have to go. I just thought it would be a nice place to have lunch with you" His confusion and fear over having been the cause of his son's fear stripped away the filter on his mouth "Is it me you want to have lunch with? Or that man you were with last night?" Eren blinked at him, a confused and hurt expression clouding his face. He practically hissed in Levi's face "What?! What are you talking about?!" This was definitely not the time to be having this conversation. And now Eren was lying to him "Don't worry. I'm going for a shower" Stupid. Fucking. Shitty. Idiot. Scrubbing himself aggressively. He stayed under the cold spray until his scent was completely washed away. He'd just admitted to Eren that he'd stalked him again. That he didn't trust him. Forgetting to take clothes with him, he walked out wearing a towel. Eren was sitting on the end of their bed, the omega wiping at the tears rolling down his face while Viren was laying on his own bed, their son probably exhausted from all the fun and excitement the morning had brought "Eren... what's wrong?" "I worked it out. You weren't down at the car were you? You fucking followed me. I can't believe you" "You can't believe me?! I'm not the one who was letting a stranger buy me drinks! Is that why you want to go back? To see him again?!" "What? No. That was some random" "He brought you a drink and you fucking started acting like an idiot!" "His mate brought me a drink! When I sat down, he mistakingly thought I was interested in him and tried to tell me he was bonded. It was the only free seat at the bar at the time. I set him straight, and he went back to his mate. The drink was from her as a joke. God! Do you seriously think I would stoop to your level?!" "What's that supposed to mean?!" "You're the one who cheated Levi! I know it! I smelt omega and slick all over your pants and your arousal! I've been trying so hard to find a way back to you, but you don't even care" "I never fucking cheated on you!" "You're lying! Admit it! Admit it, Levi! You don't want me anymore! I'm useless!" "Don't you dare start with this fucking shit! I'm trying my hardest to do everything for you!" "You cheated on me! I smelt it!" "I never fucking cheated on you. My bosses mate went into heat and collapsed at work. She called me, because she needed help and needed an alpha she could trust. The whole time, I was thinking about how that could be you" "So you cuddled up with an omega in heat, thinking of me?! Is that supposed to make me feel better? I smelt your arousal!" "I wasn't aroused!" "Their slick was on your pants!" Eren's sobs grew harder "I knew it! I knew you didn't want me anymore!" "You're the one who doesn't want me!" "I've never wanted anyone or loved anyone more than you! You're everything to me! Everything Levi! You don't trust me! You... I never cheated on you. I never even had the thought to! You're the one who replaced me" "I never cheated either. I don't want anyone else! Why don't you get it!?" "Because I don't belong in this family! Not anymore!" "Yes you do! God. I can't live without you! I followed you last night because I was worried. It's not because I don't trust you, it's everyone else I don't trust! I don't want you hurt! I don't want you scared! I want you by my side forever!" "Then why aren't we married?! I thought we'd be married by now! I was so excited. I even started planning it. I even stupid changed my name to Eren Ackerman-Yeager on everything I could, because I was serious when I proposed to you! You're everything I ever wanted..." "Shit. Fuck. How the fuck did we end up like this? How did I hurt you so badly that you think and accept I would cheat on you?! Where did we go wrong?" Blinking through his tears, Eren started rummaging through his suitcase. His mate stopping once he'd found whatever it was he was looking for. Angered at his omega was disregarding such an important conversation, Levi snatched the box from his hands. His eyes widening as he read the name, his alpha barely contained "What the fuck is this?!" "What do they look like?" Despite the drop in volume, Eren's voice carried all the anger it had before. Miserably, Eren resumed wiping at his face "Eren?" A pup. Another child... His alpha was over the mood at the idea of another pup... and bit by bit the pieces came together for him. The way Eren said his pills stopped. He'd had to stop taking them, but couldn't tell him because he'd pushed him so far away he seriously believed Levi had cheated. The confusion Eren must have felt believing he was now his second choice. The struggles with Viren and getting the boy to show him love, even when Eren presented him with everything but the moon on a silver platter. Eren's tone became filled with resignation and despair, the kind a parent uses when disappointed in you, and you wish they'd hit you instead "You want to know what's wrong? Fine. I'm fucking pregnant. Ok. I'm not sick. I don't have a stomach bug or food poisoning. I have a baby growing inside me that you don't even want. You're always using two fucking condoms, but you didn't the night of Mike and Erwin's wedding, and you never bother sticking around once your knots deflated. So I wasn't planning on telling you. Now just back the fuck off. We already have one kid that doesn't fucking want me around" Shoving past him, Levi was too shocked to think. Pregnant. He. What. Another pup? Why didn't Eren tell him? How far along was he? And... abortion pills? Eren seriously thought he didn't love him? Or love him enough to want another child? He used two condoms because Eren had said he was scared of falling pregnant again. That and he didn't want to come way too fast, given their sex life was interrupted by parenting and responsible adulting... and Eren's arse was incredible "Eren? What? When did you find out?" "A few weeks ago" Weeks. He'd been stuck like this for weeks. Stuck thinking Levi didn't want another kid with him. Who knew how depressed and empty that had made him feel "And you didn't tell me?" "I. I've been trying to figure out us! I was going to hide it, but after the beach and last night... I needed to tell you. It's not... ok. I'm not ok" "You said you needed to talk..." "Yeah... well. Surprise. I'm pregnant and my body isn't coping... fuck..." The word came out like a grunted groan of pain. He didn't even have time to question it "Daddy? Mummy?" Turning from the box of pills, Levi looked to a newly woken Viren as there was a solid a whimper behind him. Turning completely, his eyes widened. Eren's wet white shorts were fast turning red as blood ran down his thighs, his left fingertips covered in it, with clear traces of finger marks across Eren's legs where he'd wiped "Eren..." "Levi... I don't feel good" As his mate's eyes rolled back, Levi dropped the pill box, barely catching Eren by the arm as he crumpled. Across the room, Viren started screaming in fear. Eren had said his body wasn't coping. He'd been put on pills to combat his nausea, but his mate's body must have been giving everything it could to their child. He'd been given sedatives because the weight on his shoulders was just too heavy. His body too weak to dance anymore. In the space of the last month, Eren felt like he'd lost everything. Then there was the fact Eren was coming off his tablets. His system would be completely out of whack. He needed help. Laying Eren down in the recovery position, he stripped his towel off and shoved it between his legs. Jogging across the room, he snatched his phone up, a stuttering mess as he called through to emergency services for an ambulance. Leaving the call connected, he then found up the first pair of pants he could. He desperately wanted to comfort Viren, but he needed to check Eren's vitals. With the combination of Eren's pants already being wet, slick and blood, he couldn't gauge the bleed... but it was entirely possible, and more than likely, that Eren was losing the pup. Kneeling down, he placed his palm of Eren's forehead as he double checked his mate still had a pulse. Whining for him, Eren curled around himself though out of it "Brat. Come on, open those bright eyes for me. Come on, baby. I need you to look at me" "Mummy!" Fuck. The pills... had Eren already? He'd told Viren he'd be better soon? Scrambling across the floor, Levi pulled the blister tray from the box. Both pills still inside. He hadn't... he'd wanted to... but he hadn't "Mummy... mum!" Ok. Ok. He needed to approach this the way he was trained, and not like the untrained ape he was currently doing the world's greatest impression of. First. Unlock the door. Eren was in the recovery position. His airways were clear, and he had a pulse. His heart was racing, but he was still breathing. Second. Viren. Viren was just a child. He didn't understand. He saw the blood and knew mummy was hurt... Shit. In the few moments it'd taken him to open the door, his son had made it to Eren's side. Pulling him back, he held him to his chest. Making sure the boy was facing away from Eren. He couldn't stop a miscarriage, he didn't have anything so do anything about it with. Viren. He had to protect his son from seeing his mother like this. Kissing the pup's hair, he cursed the ambulance for taking so fucking long. He knew something was wrong. He knew it. He should have made Eren go. He should have dragged him there by the hair if he'd had to. Did Hanji know? Why hadn't she said anything? She was able to get more out of Eren than he was these days and holy fuck... his omega's pain was ebbing through their bond. Levi seriously felt like was about to shit himself with the pressure and cramps that seemed to be forming in his gut.

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Chapter 3

Levi's apartment was exactly how Eren had expected it. Everything was crisp and clean, and all of it white. Eren had no idea how he was supposed to survive in such a clean environment, or how Levi could live without so little colour. The whole apartment felt like a display room and only the traces of Levi's lingering scents told him he was in the right place... that and the strange woman who had demanded to know who he was the moment he'd walked through the door. All he'd gotten out of her was her name was Petra and he wasn't Levi... which was why he was currently raiding Levi's fridge while the woman was the on the phone to Levi, and by the sounds of it she wasn't happy at all. Pulling out the butter and strawberry jam, Eren went about making himself some toast and tea as Levi didn't seem to have any coffee. Trying not to make a mess left his hands shaking, and when Petra decided she had to take a seat at the breakfast bench and watch him, Eren was sure he was going to either pass out or completely klutz up. It was worse than his first shift at the tea shop, at least at work he'd been shown what to do and told how to behave, here he had nothing but the voices on his head telling him he was doing everything wrong. Having finally made his toast, he placed the knife in the sink and the butter and jam away, before sitting on the kitchen counter because Petra seemed to be screaming at him that he had no right in the apartment at all. After a few more very tense moments, the strawberry blonde finally piped up

"Levi will be home soon"

"Yay?"

Petra's thin smile turned down at the edges

"You don't need to be so rude"

"You're the one being rude. I live here now, so you better get used to it"

"There is no way someone like you could possibly be Levi's mate"

"Then why don't you pay the government to redo the tests. Actually, if you ask Levi I'm sure he'll pay too"

Petra continued to glare his way as Eren finished eating and then drained his cup. Sliding off the kitchen bench, he stumbled as he was hit by a strong wave of Levi's scent that had his body responding immediately. Forcing down a deep breath, the teen straightened and turned to the sink so that Petra wouldn't see the fact that he was hard with no real reason. Being an omega fucking sucked. His body did all these stupid things without him telling it to, and now he was stuck with this bitch watching him like she belonged here and he didn't.

By the time he'd washed and dried the dishes, Levi was finally home. Petra had run off the moment the front door closed, which gave him time to put the knife, spoon, cup and plate away

"What do you think you're doing?"

Jumping at the sound of Levi's voice as he washed the last of the bubbles down the sink, Eren span round as if he'd just been scolded for some unspeakable act

"Rinsing the sink out?"

"I can see that much. Why?"

"Because the first thing he did when he came home was make something to eat"

Petra sounded so smug as she dobbed him in. Levi however only sighed at her words and her smirk fell a little

"I expect you to keep this apartment clean at all times, including your bedroom"

"I get my own room?"

He'd half been joking, but with Petra ruining his chances of checking out his new home he hadn't known where exactly he was supposed to sleep

"I am not sharing my bed with you. And as for my room you are not to set foot in it unless you have permission"

"That's fine. But is it cool if I take a shower before I go to bed?"

"You will shower in the mornings and at night. The human body is a nest of germs and you have no idea what your hands are scratching and touching as you sleep"

Eren wrinkled his nose

"Oooook. Thanks for the lecture. Can I go to my room now?"

Levi seemed thoroughly done with him even though the conversation had only been going on barely a few minutes

"I'll show you to it"

Following Levi, Eren snagged his box of things and his school bag from the sofa. His room was the first in the small hallway with a bathroom between his and Levi's. His room was probably only fractionally smaller than the one he'd had at home, but it was definitely neater. He wasn't exactly messy, but he did tend to shed his stuff into small organised piles of chaos. Placing the box down on his new bed, Eren nodded slowly

"It's got potential"

"You're being really rather rude to Levi"

"Petra, it's fine. Eren, don't forget to shower. I've already stocked the bathroom and all your things are in the second draw. As for things like breakfast and dinner, you'll mostly be on your own unless you like eating at midnight"

"I'll be alright"

Yeah... he was definitely going to be buying breakfast and lunch from work and skipping dinner by the seems of it

"Good. I've taken Saturday off, I would prefer it if you could make yourself available. We can go through the ground rules then, and you can ask for anything you might need"

"Levi, chill. I know you hate me, and I know Petra does too. If I need anything, I'll call my mum. Just pretend I don't exist"

Trying to appear more carefree than he felt, Eren's omega side wasn't impressed at all. It wasn't like he wanted Levi to throw him down and have his way with him, he was totally not ready for that, but knowing he meant little more than nothing to man left his secondary dynamic in meltdown.

*

Sitting down on the sofa, Levi stared down at the cup of tea he was nursing. Of all the days for Petra to come walking back into his life, it of course had to be today. It wasn't like he didn't have enough on his mind with Eren sulking in his room. Despite the words coming out the boy's mouth, his scent told a very different story. The boy was hurt and angry with him, and Levi had no idea what he was supposed to do about it. What did you even do with an omega? By their very nature omegas were supposed to be loveable and loved being showered with affection. Something that he'd never been good at. That's why his "relationship" with Petra had never worked out, the beta woman wanting from him more than he understood how to give. They'd never dated or anything like that, but she'd well and truly made her intentions clear... but he just couldn't be anyone but himself

"Levi, are you even listening?"

"Honestly? No"

Petra let out an annoyed huff

"I was talking to you about Eren. How could you let him move in?"

"Petra, you know how it works. The government pairs you with the omega you are most compatible with"

"There is no way he is it. There has to be someone better for you"

"Petra, we have a 100 percent compatibility. There is literally no one else I will ever be that compatible with"

"You can't be serious. What about his smell!"

Petra knew full well he struggled with smell sensitivity

"He smells like oranges and lemons"

"And you aren't repulsed by it?"

"Funnily enough, apparently not. As it is my alpha's already taken a liking to him, though I'm in absolutely no hurry to do anything about it. Personally I'm still waiting for this all to be a mistake"

"Then send him home. He should be home. He's just a kid"

"I'm very much well aware of how much younger he is. As for sending him home, I don't think it will go over too well"

"That's not your problem"

"It is given he's legally my omega"

Petra jumped to her feet and Levi eyed her over his tea cup

"I honestly can't believe you. You're rolling over without even fighting this. It's disgusting and it's wrong. He is far too young to be with you, and that's why you're brooding out here... because you don't want him here and you want him gone. Now go send him home"

Draining his tea, Levi rose slowly to his full height

"I appreciate your concern, you have always been a good friend but this is something you will have to accept"

"But..."

"But nothing Petra. I need to go back to work, and Eren needs to do whatever he it is he's doing"

"And you're just going to let him?"

"I am. He's the one who needs to make his own choices"

Gathering up her things, Petra stormed from the apartment. The only reason the woman had keys to his house was because of the one time she'd needed a place to stay while her place was being renovated. Levi had lived in his office the whole week Petra was staying at his place, and when he finally ventured back home, it had taken him another week to actually get rid of her.

With Petra gone, Levi was left with his and Eren's scents as he cleaned down the kitchen. It really shouldn't work, but somehow his own rich tones mingled with Eren's sweet citrus ones and he couldn't deny they smelt amazing together. Which wasn't the way things were supposed to go. He didn't need an omega... he had a full life of... autopsies. The corners of the alphas lips turned down and he cast a glance around his kitchen. What do you even feed an omega? He hadn't thought to go food shopping with Eren's preferences in mind... he'd have to ask the kid what he liked to eat, and at least make some attempt to feed him... releasing he was doing a complete 180 on the things he'd said earlier, Levi rinsed out the dishcloth and hung it to dry, before fleeing the apartment and back to work.

*

Waking up to find his pyjamas plastered to his sweaty body, it took Eren a moment to realise just where he was and what was going on. His pyjama bottoms were soaked with slick and cum, and the need to be bred had completely filled him, resulting in painful cramping from the lack of alpha knot. He was in heat.

After falling less than gracefully from his bed, Eren was reduced to crawling over to his school bag. Being a doctor his father had supplied him with suppressants, but because he was meeting Levi he'd failed to take them the previous day and now he was being brutally betrayed by his body. Fumbling the blister pack out, he popped out half a dozen of the small white pills and forced himself to swallow. Between his legs was throbbing so badly that he was cumming without being touched, but Eren didn't dare pull his pants down and do something about it incase Levi came in. The alpha would probably be furious that Eren couldn't even keep his shit together during his first night there. When his alarm went off at 2, Eren dragged himself off the floor and stumbled through to the bathroom. Peeling his pants off, he let out an involuntary moan of need. His first heat had been hideous but this was even worse, most probably due to the fact there was no escaping Levi's scent.

Having showered and swallowed down more suppressants, Eren called his mum. He couldn't be here like this, and as much as he wanted to be bred by Levi, he was terrified about having no control over losing his virginity. Waiting for his mum to answer, he whimpered through a particularly nasty cramp

"Eren? What's wrong? Oh, do you need a lift to work?"

His mother had obviously been sleeping, he could hear her exhaustion in her voice

"Can... can you come get me?"

"Honey, what's wrong? You sound awful... don't tell me something happened with Levi?"

"N-no... in heat... please..."

"Oh honey, didn't you take your suppressants?"

"Mum... I want to come home"

He was at the point of crying now, and he had no real idea why. Maybe because he knew no matter how much he needed it, Levi wouldn't help him or breed him

"Ok honey, I have Levi's address on the fridge, I'll be there as soon as I can"

"T-thanks mum..."

Ending the call, Eren gathered up his messed up clothes. The sheets were damp, but not too dirty, so he left his bed as it was. Levi would probably clue in soon enough...

Sneaking from his bedroom, he didn't expect to be sprung the moment he made it into the living room area. Looking up from the book he was reading, Levi didn't look impressed at all

"What? Running away already?"

"N-no... work..."

Work... it was totally less embarrassing than saying he was in heat

"What time of morning do you call this to be going to work?"

"I work from 3 to 7:30..."

Levi's frown deepened

"And your parents let you?"

"Mum usually drops me off... she's waiting for me"

"Fine. I expect you to talk to your boss though. It might have been gone while you were living at home, but while you're under my roof you will make your studies your main priority"