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dayonnight · 2 months

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HI YES I'M THE ANON WHO ASKED ABOUT ARMIN TYBUR AND NOW I AM THINKING THOUGHTSSSS AND HAVE QUESTIONSSS

Do you think Armin had a nice reunion with his extended family or a sour one (before he got the Warhammer, I mean)? I'd like to imagine Mum Tybur(Armin's Mom) came from a rare sector of the Tyburs that is very much against the war and would try to protect Armin from having to take the Warhammer before ultimately failing and still supporting him however they can anyway. Lol imagine him learning about the different parts of himself that he got from the Tyburs but had written off as "oddities" in the walls(ex. his love of reading, his love of the ocean, his intelligence) and bonding with a cousin or something he never knew he had. Or they’re all horrible people and he decides to run for the hills lol. Ugh I just want him to find people who love him in a place where everyone around him wants to use him but aot is determined to make me weep😭😭

ALSO now that Armin is running around with the Warhammer, how would Erwin react to everything? Do you have any head canons on how he would be in this hypothetical s4??

I'm sorry ik that's a lot so feel free to ignore!! You have made my mind rot in all the best ways with this au😭/pos

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Armin and his Tybur Family

When Armin first meets the Tybur i think he might be scared and a little excited, he thought that he lost all of his family and now he knows he didn't, but of course, not everything is perfect.

I feel like most members would be a little passive aggressive to him as his mom pretty much run away from her destiny, comments about how similar he is to her (Besides his eyes) and how they expect him to be better than "her" are common.

(In fact, he is considered better since he "never runs away")

I do think that the family meeting will be sour, but as you say, him discovering that the oddities he had were common by his Tybur family side makes him feel a little of comfort. And it would be nice that he gets a cousin to bond with, after all, he will have a rough time and deserves a nice time.

The main reason why William also looked out for him or his mom, is also because he wants to make things right, and he is sure war is soon so they need to actually train a Warhammer titan/holder to fight back.

So is not like Armin is too welcome in the family as much as just a pawn to use, and he kinda gets it, they are petty that his mom escaped.

"The sins of the mother, must be payed by the son"

Erwin's destiny

Without Armin, Jean and other's needed to make way more than in canon, more active leadership and planning i mean.

Eren is really filled with rage this time, and just like his last fight with Annie (He let himself go wild to a point were he lost control) he defeated Reiner easily and was capable of holding Berthold back better.

And also, if Reiner and Berthold left early along Annie to take Armin to Marley. Then, Ymir ks there too.

She might fight only because Historia asked her to do it, and that helped as she was able to climb the Colossal fast enough to take Berthold (The heat doesn't affect titans as much as a human)

So, the choice was easy and Erwin got the Colossal Titan.

And with Erwin alive, he gets to make his dream come true and discovers that, in fact, there are humans outside the walls, humans that might be enemies or allies.

This messes up with Eren, because he is sure that Armin is alive, but not in the world they wanted to see (An empty world filled with nature wonders).

The 4th Season

I'm not gonna lie, i am still working on what would happen in the hypothetical 4th season.

• For once, i already said that i am sure Eren will still be with the survey corps. Zeke tries to contact him, but either he ignores him (Angry against him as now that Erwin has Berthold memories they know Armin was captured thanks to Zeke) or he tries to earn his trust to know about Armin.

I am not completely sure if Erwin will reveal the part of Armin being the Warhammer, because it would mean that Eren and Mikasa will push harder to rescue him and that the higher ups will want him because he is a new weapon to Paradis.

• Reiner is doing better, he grieved Berthold a lot, but Annie is still there so he isn't completely lost.

Annie, however, feels extremely guilty about Armin, having time with her father made her realize how much she wants to escape from fighting and the wars, and she took everything from Armin, just how she felt when she had to go to Paradis.

• Sasha will live. This might sound weird but i just kept thinking about this, and yes, she will live, just as Armin gets to their airship, Connie, Jean and Sasha will leave their place to go to see him, which means Gabi will not be able to kill her when she climbs.

Sasha living will mean that Gabi's arc will need to change. She will no longer have to see how others suffer because of killing (Kaya, Sasha's family, Niccolo, none of them will grieve because of her), but she will see how Marley hurts them so much.

At first i imagine that, while she still wants to kill Eren, she is more focused on Armin as he is "A dirty traitor who turned on his country and family for demons". No one knew Armin was from Paradis, and suddey learning how they took him from his home and transformed him into a weapon might be a crash of reality.

And Falco is there too, love the boy he might not change much to be honest, but he did bonded more with Armin back in Marley (Both are nerds who enjoy reading, with a hot headed friend/crush, even if Falco still doesn't get who Eren is, he bonds with Armin and understands him)

• What about the Rumbling? To be honest, i am not sure.

I can see Eren wanting to use it against Marley (He HATES Marley, they hurt Armin, they took him away, and crushed their dreams), but once Armin is back, i am not sure what will happen with Eren.

Without the Warhammer, there's also problems with his plan of the Rumbling.

And there still needs to be a plan to destroy the curse of the Titans, but i still need to think on it, sorry :(

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dinasfavslut · 2 years

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I really did fuck your brains out (Ymir x fem!reader smut)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Anal, Scissoring, Smoking, Alcohol use, Drunkness, Highness, Squirting, overstimulation, Friends With Benefits

Ymir invited you over, probably to drink, smoke, play games, you never know with her. As you walk in you see her playing the Xbox and yelling at some kids who said they could beat her, " OH YEA WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO BEATING ME HUH YOU LITTLE PUSSY CRY BABY SUCK MY FUCKIN DICK,"

You couldn't help but laugh at her fun little gesture. After she had her rage she walked towards you, you opened your arms expecting a hug but she walked past you behind the kitchen counter.

You glare at her in disbelief as she walks behind the counter grabbing the last cupcake she promised to save you." bitch give me my cupcake!" you shouted, She tossed it to you saying " Sorry princess I just couldn't see you because you were so short" she then smirked and hugged you. You hugged her back eating the cupcake then she got out a bottle of alcohol leading you to the couch.

She lit a joint taking a hit as you chugged some alcohol. In about you were drunk and she was high " TAKE A LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND SHES THE ONLY ONE I" you sang and she hyped you up but you tripped over something landing in her lap and you giggled together. You took the joint from her lips and taking hits as she took the bottle.

"What if we like kissed" you hiccuped looking at her lips "So you can't resist me either huh princess" she teased you took her face then kissed her. She kissed back grabbing on your ass and lifting your shirt up as she put the joint on the ashtray.

"You're a pretty cute princess" she cooed and sucked your nipple while you moaned at the feeling of her tongue swirling around your nipple. " Please Ymir" you whined and she lifted the skirt up revealing your bare pussy. "no underwear I see hmm so you're a slut" she says.

You blush turning your head to the side as she collects some of your slick with her tongue then kissing your inner thighs making you moan her name, and moaning it loudly. You bucked your hips up hoping to get more friction but it wasn't working.

" hips down" she demanded you did as said as she made a mess of you, your pussy, and her face but mostly you. Licking, flicking, pulling, spitting, smacking anything you could imagine she was doing to you she already made you cum but she was still going.

"I-I'm close again " she lifted your hips so your ass wasn't on the couch. She put her fingers into your back hole making you jolt in pleaser having both your holes fucked and filled. You moaned loudly as she took that as a hint to go faster her tongue still attached to your clit and you knew that I wasn't going anywhere soon.

"cum for mommy like a good girl mkay," she said he voice deep and hot. You moaned in response but that wasn't enough for her, she bit your clit harshly making you moan louder "answer me slut"

"Y-yes mommy I'm sorry" you pleaded and she went back to making you feel good "M-mommy I'm c-close" before she could answer you squirted all over her she then got up and you were scared for a moment.

She took off her clothing then spread her legs and got into a scissoring position and moved in a very fast motion making you a jolt and flinch more. The feeling of her clit on your sensitive aching clit was too much for you to handle. You couldn't think about anything else but Ymir fucking you your head was all fuzzy, not one other thought you came over and over without warning.

you heard a loud grunt from Ymir and felt her cum all over your legs and pussy. she got back from between your legs and licked up the mess then spitting it in your mouth and gave a harsh slap to your cunt one last time making you jolt again. "you made such a mess for mommy huh princess" she praised you nodded in response

"I really did fuck your brains out"

#ymir smut #aot x reader smut #attack on titan ymir #shingeki no kyojin ymir #ymir fritz #ymir fritz smut #HOLY FUCKIN SHIT YMIR FU-#aot smut

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yodawgiherd · 4 years

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The Question

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Felt like writing meaningless fluff, suffer with me. Or not. :)

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The sun was blocked by something, a person was hovering above Eren. By the dexterous fingers that were playing with his hair and by the reflections of the piercings in the person’s ears, it was rather easy to guess who it was. Then again, if Eren woke up with someone else but Mikasa in his bed, it would be quite a cause for concern.

“Hey there, model boy, slept well?”

Groggy as hell, yet Eren managed to create a crooked smile.

“Sleep was fine, but the morning is glorious anytime I get a look at your face.”

“Aw, that’s so nice.”, Mikasa heard this almost every day, yet it never failed to make those butterflies in her stomach flutter.

“I very much prefer it to waking up alone in the bed with you abusing the dance pole downstairs.”, he continued.

“Feeling neglected puppy?”, she asked, arching an eyebrow at his smirk.

Reaching out, he sneaked his arms around her waist, the grogginess retreating in favor of warmth blossoming inside his chest. He was so incredibly privileged to be waking up to this angel every morning, her sleep-tussled short midnight hair, those rosy lips curved into a smile, the flawless pale skin reflecting the morning sun so beautifully, her soft curves hugged only by that tiny old sleeping shirt, shrunk just enough for Eren to catch a glimpse of her toned abdominals. The winking cartoon cat drawn on that shirt had to know, why else would it look so smug. His goth princess was just so perfect that it hurt sometimes. Meeting her pretty grey eyes, gently slanted thanks to her Japanese genes, he let the absolute bliss he was feeling show on his face in the form of a full smile.

“Let’s say I’d like if you rubbed on me first thing in the morning, not that cold, uncaring, steel thing.”

She returned his grin.

“Now that is a tempting offer if I ever heard one, alas, as much as I would like to take you up on the offer, I have to be at work early.”, throwing an important sight at the clock, she looked back at him, “And so should you.”

Slipping out of his hands, unholdable if she didn’t want to be, Mikasa headed to the bathroom to prepare herself for the day. While he already yearned for the feeling of her silky skin, so unjustly robbed of it, this situation gave him a perfect view. Her long, divinely shaped strong legs widening into the thick thighs and the firm flawless ass that was almost fully on display since her panties had wedged between her butt cheeks during the night. Understandably overpowered by his male genes, Eren took full advantage of the situation. Call him a pervert, but there was just something alluring about her backside that drew his eyes to it. When the object of his fascination disappeared behind the door, Eren let out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in, falling back into the sheets. What an ass. But he couldn’t just lie here and think about her, Mikasa was right when she said that it was high time to get out of the bed. The hospital was waiting, and last time Eren checked, people couldn’t perform surgeries on themselves. Rolling out, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, of that blissful expression on his face. Mikasa just had that effect on him, time with her felt like a drug he was hopelessly addicted to. Well, maybe he could get another dose while having breakfast.

“Did you send the photos?”, Eren asked once they were sitting at the table with Mikasa stuffing her face with eggs.

Mouth full, she just nodded at him.

“And do you know when they will be published?”

She said something, but he couldn’t understand her over the food, so taking a sip of his coffee, Eren waited for his angel to properly chew and swallow. Mikasa was so charming sometimes.

“No idea, but it shouldn’t take long, all they do is slap them together with your name and that’s it.”, she drank some juice to wash the eggs down before continuing, “The readers of the magazine are the ones who vote on who they find the hottest, that’s how the winner is determined.”

“I see.”

Tapping his plate with a knife, Eren still wasn’t sure how to feel about this situation. He never wanted to be a model, his goal was always to become a doctor, yet he suddenly was turned into one. Looking over the table at his lovely fiancé finishing her food, he guessed that her case was kind of the same. Mikasa was an MMA fighter, and athlete ever since she first picked up the weights, it was Kiyomi who scouted her and tracked her down, convinced her to come work into the agency, if only as a secondary job. There was no way the raven would give up fighting and Kiyomi knew that. Eren still remembered how unsure Mikasa was about that whole modeling thing at first, doubtful that she would fit into that world, but she made it work and the results were amazing. But hell, maybe he was just overthinking it, there is always a chance that he won’t win, and nothing will come of this little contest. Oh well, not much to do than wait.

Finished with her breakfast, Mikasa checked her phone for the time and stood up, ready to leave. Bending down only to press a quick kiss to his lips while murmuring goodbye, she pulled on her leather jacket, grabbing the helmet and bike keys from the rack and heading for the garage. Soon after, Eren heard the telltale sound of the powerful engine revving up and she was gone. Following in her footsteps, Eren got into his car, heading towards the hospital. Mikasa liked fast things, as her bike was living proof of, but his machine would give her a run for its money. The purr of the engine underneath the hood, sleek low profile, it was a luxurious sports car that Eren was driving, one of the things he allowed himself to spend a large amount of money on. He had to agree with his biker girlfriend that there were only a few things in life that felt like speeding it up on a highway. And it was amazing even for other things. Eren could still remember all those fun times he and Mikasa spent on the back seat, the front seat, on the hood of the car. The trunk too, but that was not as comfortable as that big ass hood, where he could lay her down all spread and wanting, her moans drowned in the purr of the engine as the vibrations ran through her whole body… His lips curved up thanks to those memories and his hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. Good times that. Maybe he could ask Mikasa if she would up for a trip into romantic nature again, most importantly with no people around. Or maybe some people, Mikasa did enjoy a healthy bit of exhibitionism, now that he thought about it.

Pulling into his dedicated spot in the parking lot, Eren left the comfy interior of his car for the short walk towards the hospital door, his mind already switching into the doctor mode. Once he changed into his white coat, his mind was void of any fast cars or supermodel goth girlfriends, the only thing that mattered was who his patient is and how he could help them. As he walked into the break room, where the surgeons usually waited until they were needed, Eren saw Onya sitting at the table, going through his files. Exchanging a quick greeting with his friend, he headed for the coffee machine, only to be interrupted by someone tall and freckled. A friend he surely liked, but there was now that secret between the two of them, the promise that Eren wasn’t looking forward to fulfilling.

“Ymir.”, he addressed his friend, just a tiny bit nervous about all this. She was great and all but asking Ymir to keep a secret felt like banging a hammer into a bell and hoping that no one will notice. Outgoing as she was, he had a hard time believing that his lifestyle is safe with her.

“How can I help you?”

“Oh, you know, me and Krista were wondering if you had that discussion with your boyfriend.”

That made him arch an eyebrow.

“My boyfriend?”

“That strong, tattooed, Japanese fighter, who rides a bike and does all these masculine things… The one you love cooking for so much… Now, what is his name… Was it Mike? No… But I’m close…”, snapping her fingers, Ymir faked a thoughtful expression before brightening up, “I got it! Mikasa!”

The need to sigh was there, but Eren kept it in. Stay strong. Stay strong for the motherland.

“I did talk to her, and my lovely and very female fiancé says that she doesn’t mind.”

“That’s swell! So when can we expect you?”, from her expression, Eren would guess that Ymir just won a small lottery, “I have so many questions, I can’t wait to hear your stories and…”

“Soon.”, he cut her rambling off, “Soon, but not today.”

“You better not keep us waiting, friend, because when I keep something in my mind for too long…”, she smiled, a downright devilish grin, “My tongue might just slip…”

Murmuring a half-assed answer, Eren grabbed his coffee and walked over to where Onya was sitting, joining the other surgeon at the table. During his discussion with Ymir, he finished whatever files he was going through and was now scrolling through the phone. When Eren approached, he looked up with a pearly smile, that kind only Onya could pull off.

“Eren! I’m so glad you are here.”, waiting for his friend to sit, he scooted closer after, holding up the machine in his hand.

“I need your help.”, he whispered in a secretive tone.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I’ve got two photos of myself here, and I need you to tell me in which I look better.”

Turning the screen for Eren to see, he showed him the first, a classic selfie into the mirror, and then the second, a sensual photo of Onya lying on the table, smirking into the camera. Oh, and he was stripped down to his boxers in both.

“Uhm, are you sure that I’m the right person to ask about this?”, Eren asked, “I’m sure that girls would help you rate this better. Or some guys.”

“No no, I need a male perspective.”, Onya disagreed, “You see there is this contest going on in a magazine, and all the readers will vote, meaning that…”

“Wait a second, you are entering that contest too?”

Onya’s eyebrows rode up.

“Oooh, are you taking part, my friend?”

“Mikasa made me…”

“That makes sense, your goth goddess is a very smart one. Maybe it’s those Asian genes.”

So Onya thought that Mikasa was the brains, Ymir thought that she was the brawns, what was Eren left with? The beauty? Recalling this morning and remembering that radiant smile on her flawless face that put even the sun to shame, he had to shake his head. No, that did not work either. Oh well, that’s what you get when you date a woman like Mikasa. One of a kind. Shaking his head, Eren focused back on the photos Onya was presenting him with. It did not matter that he was theoretically helping the competition, Onya was Eren’s friend, and he would do his best to help him succeed.

“I think that photo of you on the table is good, a bit more original than just the selfie.”

“Thank you, I thought so too.”, pocketing his phone, Onya collected the files and stood up, needing to be elsewhere, “Let the sexiest surgeon win, right?”

“Right. I’ll see you around man.”

Work was exactly as stimulating as always, clearing Eren’s mind of everything but the patients. They came and went and he did everything in his power to help. Just as he came back from surgery, checking his pager on where he was needed next, a person dressed in scrubs burst into the break room.

“Hey, you!”, it shouted.

Looking left and right, Eren saw that he was the only person here, meaning that he had to be the one. Out of courtesy, he still asked.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”, coming closer, the person pulled down his surgical mask, “I need help.”

It was another doctor, but Eren did not know him very closely. From what he remembered, he worked at the maternity ward, and while Eren sometimes did surgeries on mothers it was not the main part of his work. But if there was someone in a need of aid, it is not like the heart would allow him to say no.

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

“I have a woman going to labor, and the nurse who was supposed to help me is nowhere to be found.”

“But…”

“No time to explain,”, continued the man, “I can’t search the whole hospital, come on!”

With that, he was out of the door before Eren even managed to answer, not even looking if he was following. There were supposed to be back-up nurses, people who were there for exactly this situation, but that did not matter at this moment. There was a person who needed help. Rushing through the hospital they reached the maternity ward and the exact room they were looking for, slipping inside. Judging from the cries of the woman, she was in pain, writhing around on the bed. The man beside her holding her hand, most likely the father, was pale above the mask, eyes wide.

“Just do what I tell you.”, the doctor instructed Eren as they were quickly washing their hands and pulling gloves on, “If everything goes well I won’t even need you, but there are always possibilities of complications.”

“I’m a surgeon myself, I know a thing or two about complications.”

They exchanged a firm nod.

“Good.”

There was a lot of blood. There was a lot of screaming. There were a lot of tears. While both Eren and the other doctor had no problems with blood and other bodily fluids, the father looked like he was about to throw up on several occasions. But the labor went on without a hitch, and when the doctor pulled the baby out of her Eren felt his breathing stop. As per instructions, he held out the blanket and was handed the child, wrapping the tiny boy up. There he was, a tiny bundle of life in his hands, looking at him with bright blue eyes, his face just a little bit angry. That was understandable, considering that the baby was just ripped from the comfort of the mother’s womb and into a stranger’s embrace. But the fact that the child was here, Eren still couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t stupid, of course he knew how this whole thing works, but this event just struck differently. It reached down into some parts of him that he thought only Mikasa can touch, those that left him feeling as if he was high on life. Staring at the baby, Eren was pulled out of his trance by the father who cleared his throat.

“Can I…?”, he asked, reaching out.

“Of course, here.”, giving the bundle away, Eren hated how it empty it made him feel, but there was no other way. This was not his son, he shouldn’t even be here.

“Congratulations,”, he forced himself to say, glad that the surgical mask was hiding the expression on his face, “You have a healthy boy.”

And that was it.

Back in the break room, Eren stared at his hands, unable to break out of this mood. He held life in them, just a few minutes past, a child, and it made him feel all giddy inside. But why was that? Why was he feeling like this? In his life, Eren had control over himself, he knew what to do and how to feel, could control his emotions, but not now. And there was only one person who could help him decipher this. Reaching into his pocket, Eren pulled out his phone, dialing a familiar number.

It rang once, twice, and then someone picked up on the other end.

“Hey mom, can we talk?”

Carla opened the door on the first knock, immediately enveloping her son in a hug. Pulling back, she looked over his shoulder to see the car, her brows pulling together.

“Is that a new one? Looks dangerous.”, she sighed, “I just hope that you are driving safe.”

“Mom, Mikasa is riding a bike, shouldn’t you be worried about her?”

“But Mikasa is always so careful, and you…”, she poked him in the chest, “You do have that bad boy energy around you.”

Unsure how to even reply to that, Eren was saved from needing to answer when Carla stepped aside, ushering him inside the house. There was sweet smell everywhere and judging from the supplies it was easy to guess what Carla was doing.

“Baking?”, Eren asked as he sat down, getting a nod in reply.

“Cookies.”, she specified, handing him a plate.

When Eren took a bite, he wasn’t surprised to find how amazing they tasted. Most of the things he knew about cooking came from Carla, and from everyone’s opinions, he was pretty good in the kitchen. Sitting down herself, Carla joined him at the table, watching him wolf down the rest of the plate with a smile. It was good to see that her boy had an appetite, he was so tall and broad-shouldered, there was a lot of energy needed to fuel his body.

“So,”, she began, once the plate was empty, “How have you been doing lately?”

“Same old, you know how it is.”

“Not as much now, no,” she sighed, “It’s been some time since you came to visit…”

Eren’s expression twisted a bit.

“I..”

“Oh no, I don’t mean it like that.”, she waved her hand, “I know that you are busy with important work and I don’t blame you. But you didn’t come here to listen to me ramble, did you?”

“No…”, Eren took a deep breath.

And told her everything. Carla listened intently covering her mouth with her hand when Eren described his feelings to the best of his ability. And when he finished, she looked at him with eyes that had a hint of tears in them.

“Mom, why did I feel like that? I just…”, he stared at his hands, “When I held the baby, I didn’t want to give him away, get it?”

He laughed, mirthlessly.

“I didn’t want to give a newborn baby to its father, what kind of a doctor am I?”

“It’s not about you being a bad doctor.”

“Then why?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You just want your own.”

“W-What? But…”, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

“You are still young,…”, Carla pointed out, seeing the confusion in his face.

“On the other hand, I’m not getting any younger.”, Eren chimed in.

“…but I guess your parental instincts have started to kick in.”, she continued, undisturbed, “Am I wrong?”

Closing his eyes, Eren could almost imagine if that bundle in his hands had those emerald greens that he had, could almost see the slanted shape of its eyes coming from Mikasa. There was no denying it now, his mother was right. As usual.

“Eren, If you want to start a family this much, I believe there is a certain other lady you should be talking to, not your old mother.”

The flicker of doubt on his face alerted her.

“You did talk about it with her at least once, no?”

“Well, I…”

“Honey, you’ve been dating for over five years, you’ve been engaged for over two, and you want to tell me that you didn’t talk about starting a family?”

“No.. not really. It’s just so comfortable as it is now, you know, being engaged and stuff.”, Eren rubbed his forehead, “We got so used to it, moving on is just too much of a bother.”

“That is not very responsible Eren.”, he could hear the disagreement from Carla’s voice, “Don’t you want to spend the rest of your life with her?”

“Of course I do! I love her, I love her so much, but…”

“But what?”

Well, if Carla wanted to hear it, Eren would share.

“The reason why I even asked her to marry me, the reason we got engaged, it was because when I looked at Mikasa I couldn’t just think of her as my girlfriend, it didn’t feel right. Dating in college, we were surrounded by all these couples, by the dudes who had a girlfriend for a week and a few days later it was some other chick, suddenly a girlfriend too. I just needed something solid, some way to show the world that we belong together, something more than just the whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing.” , Eren sighed, watching his hands, folded on the table, “She’s my other half mom, and I know that nowadays people toss those terms around like its nothing, but I really can’t imagine living without her, my life would be just so…. bland? Mikasa is my better half too, in everything, my chest hurts when I even think about us breaking up. I love her too much, I can’t even put it into words correctly.”

Carla watched him over the table, watched how he crumbled beneath the weight of those words. There was no denying that Eren had it bad, Mikasa had enchanted him in the most intense possible way. He would kill or die for her without a second thought and it felt strange knowing that there is a woman with this much power over her son.

“Eren,”, she began, carefully constructing the question she was about to ask, “hypothetically, if Mikasa said that she didn’t want to have children with you, ever, what would you do?”

He thought that question, he did, turned it over in his head multiple times, but the answer that was staring him right into the face wouldn’t budge. His brain was hardwired too much.

“I would stay with her anyway. I couldn’t have a life with anyone else, I just can’t. Mikasa is the perfect woman for me, I would never give her up. Leaving is not an option.”

As far as he knew, he couldn’t even have children with anyone else but Mikasa, if his sad adventures were of any indication. Not that his mom knew about that.

It was an answer that Carla expected, but hearing Eren say it cemented it. Mikasa was just too important for him, there was nothing that would make him leave her. His and the goth’s fates were intertwined, and Carla just wished that there was a happy ending waiting for them.

“Well, then you have to ask her, and pray that you two are on the same page regarding kids.”, reaching out, she put a reassuring hand over Eren’s, “I’m sure you will.”

Looking up, he offered her a reserved smile.

“I hope so too mom, I hope so too.”

Just at that moment, the oven dinged, letting them know that another batch of cookies was ready. Startled by the beep, Carla took a moment to compose herself before walking over and opening the machine, letting the sweet smell in.

“You want some more?” she asked her son, who nodded before even really thinking about it.

Carla’s cookies were just too good to pass on, no matter what conversation you had before. And the shift in the topic also gave him a chance to show his new ink to mom, Carla was in for a surprise. With a sly grin, Eren began.

“Hey mom, do you know what I and Mikasa got done recently?”

When Mikasa came home, the lights were put on a dim setting and there was somber music playing from the speakers. Unzipping her jacket, she stepped into the living room, noticing that Eren was sitting on the sofa, obviously waiting for her. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table with a half-full glass next to it too. Something was going on, she could say, but there was no way of telling what it was unless she asked. So, walking over to her fiancé, she sat down next to him.

“Hey baby,” she began.

For some weird reason, the pet name made his lips tighten, which was unusual since she often called him that.

“Mikasa.”, his voice was somber, free of any playful undertones, “Hello.”

So this wasn’t a setup to roleplay then, Eren was dead serious. His eyes were a bit bloodshot but completely clear, meaning that while he drank a bit, he wasn’t drunk and he’s aware of everything he’s going to say. Or do.

Mirroring his seriousness, Mikasa sat up a bit straighter.

“Eren, what’s going on?”

“I need to ask you something, and please, answer as truthfully as you can.”

“Very well.”, whatever this was, it made Mikasa’s stomach shrink in anticipation, “Ask.”

All right, here goes nothing. Or everything. Throat dry, Eren almost coughed out the question, forcing himself to finish the sentence before he completely crumbles under the pressure.

“Mikasa, would you ever consider having a family with me? Children?”

She stared at him, obviously taken aback by this. She stared at him for a long time. Long enough for Eren’s mind to come up with the worst possible scenarios. Is she going to laugh at him? Is she going to stand up and walk away? Is she going to just say no uncaringly, because she’s never been big on families? Is she…

Mikasa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was this that big question that got Eren so stressed out? This? How could he be so dense…

“Yes! Of course I want to have kids with you! I love you, what can’t you understand about that?”

Eren’s eyes widened.

“You mean…”

“I have been with you for years, why would I do that if I didn’t want to have a family? Why..”

Whatever else she wanted to say was swallowed by Eren because he lunged forward, pressing his mouth against hers with a burning passion. Tongue swiping across the seam of her lips, he tasted a bit like the whiskey he drank, but it was not an unpleasant aroma. Judging from aggressively he attacked her, Eren would be fine with just this answer, but Mikasa wanted to elaborate on her point. Pushing gently on his chest, he immediately got the hint, ending the kiss and sitting back, giving her space.

“I do want to have kids with you, just…”

“Not yet.”, he finished for her.

“Exactly. I have so much going on right now, my MMA career, the fashion work and…”

“I understand, we don’t have to rush things.”, reaching out, Eren enveloped her in a warm hug, pressing her against his body, “Just knowing that you want to have a family with me is more than enough.”

Hugging him back, Mikasa let herself be held, enjoying how it felt, how naturally their bodies molded into one.

“Let’s do it like this.”, he offered, “If you ever think about it, just take an automatic yes from me. Any time is fine.”

“Shouldn’t it be our mutual decision?”, Mikasa argued from somewhere above his heart, squished against his chest.

“Yes, of course, but the pregnancy is bound to affect you more than me.”, once the words left his mouth, Eren realized how selfish that sound, so he quickly assured her, “Which doesn’t mean that I won’t be with you every step of the way.”

“So what you’re saying is that I should surprise you with a kid out of nowhere.”

His grin was infectious.

“Basically. We have a house, a stable income, we have the means to have a child. When you think you are ready, just go for it, I can assure you that I want it.”

“I’ll still probably ask first.”, Mikasa murmured, not entirely comfortable with just dropping the k-bomb on Eren out of nowhere.

“That’s fine too, but I don’t think I’ll ever change my mind about having a family with you.”

“I’m sure our children will be amazing.”, she breathed against his shirt, earning a warm smile.

“Anyone related to you is amazing,” he murmured into her hairline, pressing a kiss to it afterward. “You are a goddess, remember?

“Goddess of what?”

“War, beauty, or maybe both. Yeah, both are good”

Goddess Mikasa? It had a nice ring to it. She almost purred at that over the top praise but had to voice a slight comment.

“Not everyone in my family is so great.”, Mikasa added. “Don’t forget Levi.”

Eren just laughed at that, hugging her a bit tighter. When he finally let her go, there was that familiar joy in his face, the worry she saw when coming home completely chased away by her words. With the big bad out of the way, Eren reached out to fill the glass again, offering her the whiskey. Satisfied with the ice cube floating around in the liquor, guaranteeing that it will be cold, she took a sip, grimacing after. Strong stuff.

“Did you know that Onya also entered that amateur model contest?”, he asked, watching her put the glass back down.

“He did?”

“Yep. He’s kind of sure that he’s winning that thing.”

“Well, Onya is in for a surprise then.”, wrapping her arms around Eren’s neck, she pulled him closer, voice dropping into a whisper, “No one is sexier than my puppy.”

“The photographer played a huge part too. She was the best.”

“Even the best would still need a good model to work with, and you were amazing. This contest is in the bag.”

Not sure how to thank her for the vote of confidence, Eren settled for another kiss, feeling Mikasa melt into his hands. The kisses were chaste at first, but then Mikasa climbed into his lap and things got more heated. Lips locked, tongues coming out to play, teeth sinking into flesh. When Mikasa broke away for air, he traced his mouth down her neck, biting into her flawless skin. She let out a breathless giggle at that, the one that was of pure joy and her bell-like laughter went right into Eren’s heart. Her fingers were at his nape, massaging the skin, while he sucked a dark mark into her paleness, soothing the skin with his tongue after. Not ready to give up his freedom yet, he moved his mouth upwards then, past her pouting lips and focusing on those amazingly sensitive ears of hers. With great care, he used the tip of his tongue to toy with her piercings, those simple motions making her breathing agitated. Mikasa had so many, placed in different parts of her ears, it took him some time before he traced them all but Eren would not leave any stop out of his journey. And when he reached the bottom and sank his teeth into her earlobe, Mikasa moaned out loud, earning a smirk. Satisfied, Eren returned to her upturned lips, once again claiming them.

She tasted so good, like nothing else in this world, and he would never get enough of it. Coaxing her mouth to open for him, the kiss deepened. Mapping her mouth with his tongue, Eren enjoyed every second of this with every fiber of his being. She was so incredibly sexy like this, with swollen lips and hooded eyes, burning with desire, but he was in no rush to escalate things. He and Mikasa, they had all the time in the world. For now, just kissing her was more than enough, it was a blessing right from heaven.

Eren was so happy, knowing that Mikasa wanted to have a family with him, nothing else mattered at this moment. Here, sitting on the sofa with her, just making out, he could probably do this whole night. Hell, he probably will end up doing it. Who cares for all those black lipstick traces that Mikasa will leave all over his face, Eren surely doesn’t mind. She’s been doing that to him ever since college, ever since they exchanged their first kiss, the eternal goth that she was, and he has long since grown accustomed to having black lipstick on both his clothes and skin. Midnight-colored proofs of the dark princess’ affection.

Those stains were a blessing.

#eremika #fanfic #snk #fluff #:3

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imaginesnkdorks · 5 years

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The Game (Jean x Reader)

Pairing: Jean Kirschtein/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Dirty jokes and innuendos

Summary: You and Jean are rivals. Everyone knows that you hate each other’s guts. After humiliating Jean in front of everyone, he figured out a way to make you freeze in your spot. But hey, you’re a quick learner and was soon beating Jean in his own game. Problem is you both enjoy it a little too much.

[a/n: I’ll think of a better title. But yeah, hope you guys enjoy this one... and that face he’s making in the gif? Lovely haha]

It was another boring day. Instructor Shadis left us to our own devices – as if we’ll take hand-on-hand combat training seriously without him. As expected, Sasha and Connie is goofing around, so does many others. I know this isn’t really graded, but I’m in the mood to kick some ass… and that ass just put a spotlight on himself.

Jean was going on about how he’s the best at the maneuver gear, lecturing anyone who would listen to his horse face. As if he could still fool us. People already saw how much better Mikasa was at everything than anyone. And not to brag, but I’m not too bad myself. Could wipe the floor with Jean’s smug face.

“Bold of you to claim you’re the best when Mikasa’s right over there and I’m standing right here.” I displayed my smuggest grin and waited for him to react. I pretty much know now how prideful and egotistical this boy could be.

“Ha? Why don’t you come and say that to my face?” Jean challenged, to my delight. He really bit onto that, didn’t he? It’s clear he’s annoyed with how red his face has gotten. I’d never say this out loud, but I do enjoy seeing him like this.

“Fine.” Was all I needed to say to begin our showdown. The people around us began to cheer for either Jean or me. Yeah, apparently there are people who do believe in his talents.

Jean has a habit of keeping his left open, all I have to do is to take advantage of it. Throwing a feint and his left side was open! “Gotcha! Hyaa!” A kick to the side of his head and he’s on the floor!

“Wow! Y/N kicked you ass that fast?!” Connie loudly mocked Jean, who’s now holding his head and writhing on the ground, cursing me.

“How does defeat taste like? Salty like your tears?” I quipped, earning another round of cheers. Damn, this feels good! “I’ll get you back for this!” Was all Jean said before I left him in the dust.

----

“Ugh, how much longer before we get to rest?” I can’t help but whine. Carrying a huge rucksack and being bundled in thick clothing is uncomfortable enough already, but we also have to hike in the middle of a fucking blizzard! These aren’t training but torture!

“You’re always so dramatic. I guess that’s how weak people’s brain works.” And it’s just my luck to be in the same team as Jean Kirschtein. It’s been weeks since we fought – well, more like I wiped the floor with him – and he hasn’t stopped goading me like this. It’s honestly more tiring than annoying. Still, the frustration of our current situation can’t help but manifest in me wanting to strangle the life out of him.

“Come here and I’ll show you what a weak person’s brain looks like.” I said, clearly implying that I’d bash his head, but he got me. “Oh, so now you want to show me your brain?” He was smiling so much you’d think the blizzard froze his face. I went in for a punch, but Reiner caught my hand in the air. Right, he’s here.

“Stop it, you two!” His huge fist was wrapped around mine, its warmth permeating through our thick gloves. Wow. We’re in the middle of a fucking tundra, wearing thick gloves and Reiner’s hand is still very warm… like super warm it’d probably steam! “Jean, stop being rude to Y/N!” Reiner continued, totally taking not only Jean but also me, by surprise. He’s taking my side! “Y/N, if he tries bothering you, he’d have to face me. No need to hurt your fist with his face. Here, I’ll help you with your load.”

“What?” Was all I could utter as Reiner carried both his and my rucksacks. I think I’m rooted – no! Frozen to the ground. “What just happened?” I asked again. Despite the blizzard, I heard a whistle coming from Jean. “Would you look at that? Reiner actually left you speechless! If I only knew that… oh!” Jean started to laugh like a madman. I don’t like the sound of that.

“What? If you only knew what?” This past few minutes, all I’ve been saying was what and I am so tired of it! I need answers, damn it! To my surprise, Jean leaned in his horse-face close to mine. Real close that I noticed his lashes are quite long – ah! What am I doing ogling his eyes!

“Nothing to concern your pretty head with, sweetheart!” Chills went through my body. And it’s not from the raging blizzard around us. Jean gave me a wink before facing straight ahead.

---

We are stuck in the cabins. It isn’t really a surprise seeing that the weather only got worse. So was Jean’s… whatever the fuck he’s doing. After that little bit outside, Jean tried, again and again, to enter my personal space, winking shamelessly you’d think he has something in his eyes. As much as it pains me to say, this makes me flustered and I can’t think of anything to say or do. Good thing I’m not bunkmates with Ymir or I’d never hear the end of this… being powerless to Jean’s… Charms?

And it’s just my luck that Jean is standing in front of our doorway, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What do want?” I asked, annoyance very evident on my voice, my face and maybe even my posture. He didn’t take the bait. He was still all smiles while I’m the one getting angrier by the minute.

To my surprise, Jean pushed me to the wall, arms barricading me in. “H..hey!” His face closed in on mine again, so close I could feel his warm breath. “Had I known I have this effect on you, I would have done this all the time. Seeing you flustered like this?” I can’t believe it was even possible, but Jean somehow got even closer and my eyes closed on their own. My heart pounding so loud it’s almost all I could hear until a soft and gentle chuckle right by my ear. And just like that, Jean was already walking away when I opened my eyes.

After trying to catch my breath, I entered my bedroom to see Krista already in her sleepwear. “Oh, Y/n! Your face is so red, are you alright?” She rushed from the bed to where I’m rooted in my spot in front of the door. Her blue eyes peered at me curiously and full of concern. I shook my head and muttered a weak “nothing.” Before changing to my sleepwear.

I was already lying on the top bunk when there was a sudden knocking to our door. I heard Krista walk over and open it, then heard Ymir’s loud voice. Ugh, could this day get any worse?

“Ah! Krista! Why don’t you switch with Annie? I’d love to share a room with you!”

“Shhh! Y/N is probably already sleeping. And no, we can’t just do that! You really need to get along better with people other than me.” Ymir was not convinced and tried to persuade Krista more and louder. “Hey! Will you at least quiet down? I’m trying to sleep here.” Ymir turned her attention to me, and with a cunning glint in her eye, she stepped closer. She’s so tall it’s easy for her to keep eye contact with me this close even though I’m lying on the top bunk.

“Why Y/N! Jean was laying it on thickly earlier, huh? I knew that idiot liked you! And you seem to like him, too!” Color me surprised. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, sitting up… or lied. I kind of know what she’s talking about. “Oh? You were a blushing mess! First time I ever saw you tongue-tied in Jean’s presence; you know! Maybe all those times you kicked his ass before he should have just kissed you and you might have dropped on the floor!”

Krista was scolding Ymir for teasing me like this, but I think I just realized something. She’s right, I might have dropped to the floor – not because I like Jean or something! But when Reiner held my hand and I froze, Jean must’ve thought he could do that to shut me up! Ooooohhh… I know what to do now!

---

It’s early in the morning and the weather is better than yesterday. A lot better it might be sunny later. I have kitchen duty today, and thankfully there’s maybe only fifteen of us here. That means less cutting and peeling. That also means less help, apparently. Jean was already in the kitchen when I got there, and it would be just the two of us. Great.

He’s already started on the broth and is peeling potatoes. At my arrival, he had this brilliant smile. It gave me pause. I’d never say this out loud, especially to Jean’s face, but he does have a beautiful smile. “Good morning Y/N.” Jean made a show of slowly setting down the knife and potato he’s holding, giving me his full attention. “So, how do you like eggs in the morning?” His wink was infuriatingly attractive, pretty much like the rest of him when he’s confident.

Wait – I can’t let him affect me so much I’d stop functioning! I decided last night to give Jean a taste of his own medicine. Taking deep breaths to calm down, I decided to start with my plan now. “I’m not really into eggs. More of a sausage person, really. Long and thick ones.” Okay, that was very dirty. Definitely, something I’d never say to anyone for real. Oh, my goodness. I was met only with silence, though. Turns out Jean turned the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen him, and his mouth was quivering – like he can’t decide what to say or if he could actually say something.

Success! This gave me the courage to do more… damage. Biting my lip, I walked closer to Jean, tiptoed and whispered to his ear, “I know the game you’re playing, Jean. Very bad of you to try and beat me this way. But…” I paused for effect, putting a hand to his chest and goodness! His heart is thumping wildly! This is fun! “I like bad boys.” And I gave him a wink. Might I say, seeing him speechless like that is very satisfying.

---

Cooking breakfast with Jean was surprisingly not awkward. Maybe it was the high of being successful at making him flustered. I don’t really care. But he was quiet through it all, and once the redness was only on his ears, he looked like he was deep in thought. And I have an inkling it won’t be good. By lunchtime I know it wasn’t good.

The moment I entered the dining hall with Krista and Ymir, Jean and I locked eyes. I was right, his confidence was back, and a rather smoldering smile was on his face. Since this is a small dining hall, we are seated across from each other. Phew, I guess it’ll be a showdown then. And then he began.

“Y/N, I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave.” Jean said, mirth playing on his eyes and lips. “Oh?” I inquired, raising a brow to him. My, I really am better at taking his flirtations head-on now that we’re on the same page. “You're making the other girls look bad.” He said, throwing yet another one of his winks. I can’t help and smile at that. That was good. Real good.

“Whoa! You’re saying that to Y/N when Krista is right beside her? Love makes you blind, huh?” Connie asked. Love? Wait! He just insulted me! “Hey! What are you insinuating, you bald midget!” Yes, I have a temper. “I’m not bald – “ Connie was about to say something more but Jean cut him off. “Yeah, what are you saying?”

“Ha, the lovebirds are teaming up against Connie.” I heard one of our fellow trainees say. Lovebirds?

“Alright! I’m sorry!” Connie surrendered. The rest of the meal went back to what normally happens – just idle chatter. But Jean and I won’t stop throwing exceptionally flowery words towards each other, making those sitting around us amused and uncomfortable.

---

Weeks passed and our game continued. Even during training where I missed a titan dummy’s neck because Jean said something about me calling him daddy. He just took it to a new level, his effect becoming… intense.

I have to think of a way to get back at him. Sitting by the pond at the back of our barracks should help me focus better. But Jean kept popping up in my head! I know I’m doing this to get back at him, make him lose points at training… but the way he’d smile at me or how he’d light up when I walk in the room makes me feel things. Which is dumb because, for him, this is all about pushing me out of the top ten! That thought makes me sad, actually. Ahhh!

“Thought I’d find you here.”

“Jean?” He smiled, and maybe it’s the stupid part of me but it looks so beautiful and genuine.

“You always run out here. And it’s pretty boring inside without you.” Jean confessed. Is that redness creeping up his neck? Am I hearing what I want to hear? Silence enveloped us. I don’t really know what to say. I can’t remember a time where Jean and I weren’t fighting. Oh, our first week. We used to talk here during our breaks. Then somehow, we became rivals.

“Y/N, you’re awfully quiet.” Jean asked, leaning in closer. And like instinct, my head decided to play with him. Dipping my hand in the pond, I flick a tiny bit of water at him. The confusion evident on his face, and I just say "Well, now that we're both wet..." Now what? I didn’t think of what would happen next. But Jean did. For half a second his eyes were very intense then he took hold of my face. His touch was like fire and lighting all at once and against everything in me, my eyelids fluttered closed.

I felt his breath on my lips shortly before I felt his. His lips on mine. Jean is kissing me! My hands traveled to his head, threading through his hair. I can’t help but melt into the kiss. But then it was over.

Jean had this wild look – like something really good happened to him. I can hear my heart’s pounding in my head – which is impossible, right?

“Wow.” Was all he said. “Let’s do that again.” I can’t help but agree. “Yeah.” I said back.

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfic #attack on titan x reader #anime x reader #jean #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #Jean Kirschtein #Jean Kirschtein x Reader #Snk Jean #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin fanfic #mod max #104th trainee corps

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fortune-ity-blog · 5 years

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Beauty and the Beast - Levi Ackerman

Hanji smiled softly, looking down at all the children as they sat down at around her feet; they all smiled up at her eagerly. It was storytime in the daycare and as per usual, they were excited to hear what she had to say to them this time as her stories were always exciting and somewhat funny. Sometimes, Hanji told tales of mermaids and pirates, dragons slain by knights to save a princess! Tales of all different sort of people, both big and small that came in all shapes and sizes.

Armin looked up at Hanji with his large blue eyes that shone like the ocean in the midday sun. He said nothing but instead sat at her feet, hugging his blanket closer to himself before making a somewhat startled sound as he felt Annie rest her head on his shoulder with a tired smile afterwards.

"Is everyone ready?" Hanji asked with a raised brow, smiling widely as all of them nodded and continued to watch her with excitement and wonder in their childish eyes. Her smile faltered when she saw Levi in the background sigh in distaste before it returned as she saw her friend Y/N tug at his arm gently before scolding him.

"This story is a bit different, my dearies." Hanji began softly as she grinned down at them. "This story can be known as Beauty and the Beast. It's a tale of how two people that are complete opposites can become the best of friends and eventually husband and wife." She spoke as she took a look at Levi and Y/N in a not so discreet manner. However, Levi and Y/N were not husband and wife - just friends.

"It begins in a small town in France..."

***

Things were quiet as always in the small town, just the same old things going on. A young woman with H/C, H/L hair left the small cottage that she lived in. She was known as Y/N and was extremely beautiful, her E/C eyes left anyone she came across rather stunned but there was something special about her. She loved to read and write about pretty much anything. [I]The others in the village she lived in found her to be weird and rather odd and would have constantly made fun of her if not for her dazzling looks,

Today, however, she had a mission. She planned on trying to get out of town for a while to see where it'd take her. Her father was out of town for a few days due to a festival that he had to attend so Y/N was left in the house all by herself.

As she made her way outside the village, she looked at the scenery with awe in her angelic and kind eyes. It was only dawn, so oranges still mixed with the dark blacks of the nighttime sky. As she left the village and became more immersed in the beautiful scenery she felt herself feeling freer than she had felt in a long time. She loved the people in her town dearly and appreciated them all but at times it became stressful - especially with Nile's flirting and feeble attempts at courting her.

***

"Nile?" Marco interjected with a raised brow. "As in Mr -"

"Ssh!" Jean spoke harshly as he pulled away from Marco's embrace and hugged his horse teddy closer to himself. Hanji laughed.

"Let me continue," Hanji whispered,

***

Y/N's lips curved into a gentle smile as she began to walk up the hill, often having to pick up the skirt of her F/C dress so that she wouldn't trip and stumble. As she walked up to the top of the hill, the wind drew gently which blew her H/C hair back, a few strands fell into her eyes but she didn't mind. There was barely any wind in her town as it was surrounded by the hillside.

After a dreadfully long walk, Y/N finally reached the top of the hill. Her eyes widened as she took in the sights of the meadow and the forest, it was beautiful. The greens and yellows of the fields shone brightly in the morning sun whereas the forest remained hidden. It was like something from the books she read of the tales of faraway countries.

Y/N had always dreamed of travelling, but her family didn't have enough money to allow her to do such a thing. [I]Moving from Paris to this small town took her father of the rest of the money and now they were trying desperately to get it back through her father's inventions and desire to create and mend.

Many had suggested to young Y/N that she found herself a rich and handsome husband and marry him for his money. However, that was dishonest and Y/N hated nothing more than being dishonest. Liars disgusted her to the point she couldn't bear the thought of being dishonest to anyone. If she were to lie, she'd end up hating herself more than possible.

"I..." Y/N started, her voice was as smooth as silk. "I wish I could travel to places more like this," she whispered she her E/C eyes shuttered close, she breathed in the clean air with a gentle smile appearing onto her lips. She stayed like that for a few moments, remembering the places that her storybooks had described to her as clear as day. She wanted to travel to England, to see if the lochs and countryside were truly as beautiful as they had been told.

Her eyes opened once more and she smiled, deciding to take a risk as she made a step towards the other side of the hill. With a gentle smile gracing her lips she began to walk down the side furthest away from the village and soon enough her walk turned into a sprint. Her eyes widened and she began to laugh lightheartedly. Her laughter was almost as beautiful as she was, she had never felt so free!

Y/N continued to run, looking around as she grinned. Her E/C eyes trailed towards the beautiful forest and her lips curved up into a smile once more as her thoughts and senses became clouded with curiosity filled her body.

I think I'll be fine, Y/N thought as she changed directions and made her way towards the forest. She was confident that she wouldn't get lost and that she'd be smart enough to be able to navigate her way out of the forest. After all, how hard could it be? Hunters did it all the time with ease!

***

"Y/N went into the woods? That's scary!" Christa squeaked as she looked up at all of her friends with a timid gaze, Christa was one of the youngest in the group as she was only four years old. Her blue eyes teared up at the sides but she didn't cry.

Ymir huffed and hugged Christa close before looking away to the side and scoffing. "Don't think anything about it - idiot," she murmured softly.

Reiner pouted as he watched the two. "Christa! Come cuddle with me! I'll be nice!" he encouraged before they were all shushed by Mikasa.

***

Y/N soon stumbled far into the woods, she looked at the sky above and frowned as she noticed that the skies above became dark as grey clouds began to cover the sun. Her lips fell down into a frown as she looked around, desperately trying to remember which way she had come from. "Is it to the left...? No, that doesn't seem right-" she mumbled to herself as she began to fell herself become more and more stressed. Fear began to consume her body as she remained silent without as much of a clue as what to say to herself.

I shouldn't have left the village, she thought to herself with a dejected sigh as she made her way to underneath a tree as the rain began to fall from the sigh. She figured that she'd be able to wait things out under the treetops as she didn't want to get any more lost than she already was.

However, as time passed, the sky began to grow darker the rain had only begun to grow stronger which caused Y/N to become more and more worried and fearful about her own health. Her body felt like ice and she was practically shivering.

After a few moments, she heard a low growl from nearby and she began to fear the worst. Her E/C eyes widened in terror and she broke out into a fully grown sprint in any random direction. As she ran through the woods she stumbled a lot, occasionally tripping over a root but managing to regain her composure.

Never in her life had Y/N had to run so fast, with every step she took she feared that her life would quickly meet a horrible and painful death. She didn't want that, she wanted to live and to be able to explore. However, at that very moment, it felt as if fate had different plans for the H/C haired girl.

She soon tripped over on a root and fell to the ground, smacking her head off of the ground as she heard the low growls grow louder. Her vision began to blur as she tried desperately to get away from the beast that was hunting her down. As she moved back she could only see the hungry eyes of a wolf staring at her.

***

"Y/N's hurt!" Mina exclaimed as she clung to her teddy bear. She looked back at the H/C haired caretaker with wide eyes before she looked at the raven-haired man who sat besides Y/N with his arm around her. "M-Mr Levi-!" She sobbed out. "You need to save her!"

Levi remained silent before he nodded slowly. "I will, Mina, don't worry." He spoke before watching as Nanaba made her way to the children and sat down next to Mina, hugging the girl gently and quietly reassuring her that Y/N would be fine.

***

The wolf continued to approach Y/N with hungry eyes when all of a sudden it was hit in the side by a steel blade! The wolf whimpered, however, Y/N did not get to know the fate of the animal as she fell into an unconscious slumber. The last thing she remembered seeing was a figure as pale as the moonlight.

The next morning, Y/N woke up with a start. She had been expecting to wake up in her small bedroom in the house in the village but what she saw was the opposite. The bedroom was larger than the entire upstairs of her house and the walls were a rich scarlet with golden doves painted onto them. The bed was larger than hers by a landslide and had thick pillows and an F/C duvet.

She stepped out of the bed and tensed as she felt that the floor wasn't wooden but instead had a comfortable carpet covering it. [I]It was comfortable enough that it felt like she was walking on clouds. Towards the east side of the room was a large arch-shaped window that showed a most beautiful garden that included an orchard, unlike outside the town it seemed to be a lot more neatly kept than the wild scenery outside the village and as much as Y/N was confused the one thing that she knew was that this place - wherever it is she was - was absolutely beautiful.

Y/N smiled softly and looked at the west side of the room, where a large mirror with golden trimming hung up proudly. The H/C haired woman smiled and made her way towards the mirror before gazing into it. Her E/C eyes still looked tired, but there were no bags under her eyes which was pretty good. Her H/L, H/C hair was in a mess but there was no dirt in it so it wasn't the end of the world. However, her F/C dress had been replaced and she was now wearing an F/C nightgown that fit her body pretty decently, it was a bit big on her and old-fashioned, but that was better than something that was far too tight.

Y/N smiled to herself, soon stretching as she let out a small yawn. She didn't know if she should go to the door or not, after all, she might get lost or walk in on something that she just shouldn't see in general. Considering her options, she opted to just wait until someone came to collect her. The H/C haired woman then looked around, trying to see if she could find a hairbrush or a comb to try to tame her hair.

After a while, she found a brush, it was made from beautiful gold metal and has "Kuchel Ackerman" engraved onto it. Y/N smiled to herself and picked up the brush, beginning to comb through her hair until her beautiful H/C locks were tame and didn't look like she hadn't brushed in days. That's better, Y/N thought with a smile as she carelessly put the brush back on the vanity desk from where she had gotten it.

As she looked up at the mirror, she noticed that there was someone standing behind her and he looked very angry. The first thing that Y/N noticed was his eyes, they were a storm colour and were filled with complete and utter rage.

"Who gave you permission to touch that!?" The man yelled before shoving the girl aside to take the brush from her and he picked it up, staring at it closely. He inspected it closely before his storm-coloured eyes landed on Y/N who was trying to get away from him by taking small steps. "Stay still, brat," he growled out in frustration.

"I can't believe I even brought you here, I bring you here and you make a mess! I should have left you to the wolves so that they wouldn't have starved." He growled in frustration. "Who knows? Maybe then you would have been useful for something."

"Hey!" Y/N yelled as she scowled at him in annoyance. The raven-haired man remained silent as he rose a brow, waiting for Y/N to make her defence, yet she said nothing and just looked away/ He couldn't help but smirk at her. "That's what I thought," he grumbled softly as he soon began to clean the handmark off of the golden brush that he treasured so dearly.

***

"He's mean," Mina mumbled as she stared up at Nanaba who smiled awkwardly and nodded. Meanwhile, Levi just scoffed at Hanji's way of describing him but despite that, he knew it was pretty accurate. Sadly.

***

"Who are you, anyway?" Y/N asked as she rose a brow and sighed, she stared at the man in awe. If not for his mean personality and demeanour she would have been able to say that he was incredibly handsome. Not that looks cared, he was still being a jerk so far in all honesty and Y/N would rather have the nicest man in the world than the most handsome.

"Levi. Ackerman." He spoke shortly before looking at her as his lips tugged down into a frown that seemed pretty natural; Y/N assumed that he didn't smile all that often if not at all.

"Oh - well I'm-" Y/N began before she was cut off with a rather bitter laugh.

"I don't care who you are, brat. You're a brat all in all." The man, Levi, scoffed as he looked at her with a bored and rather smug look on his devilishly handsome face. Y/N huffed and turned her head the other way, crossing her arms as she stared at him in dismay before she went to leave the room.

"You're going out in that?" Levi demanded in a weirded out tone as he rose a brow before scoffing in dismay. "Whatever, it's your choice, brat. You could go out naked for all I care." He huffed as he soon looked at the bed and frowned. "God, you really are spoiled aren't you? You could have at least made the bed!"

"Me, spoiled!?" Y/N demanded in an offended tone as she rose a brow, her face becoming red in anger as her E/C eyes refused to meet his gaze. She felt like she'd snap and yell at him if she looked at him. "That's rich coming from you, seeing as you've got your head shoved so far up -" Y/N began before taking a deep breath and shaking her head before sighing and forcing herself to calm down.

Levi smirked and rolled his eyes before he went to the door and opened it. "Get dressed into something more... proper, I'll have someone here to come to help you dress," he spoke coldly before shutting the door behind him without giving her any time to even consider responding.

Honestly, he has some nerve! Y/N thought as her fist clenched and then unclenched once more. There was soon a knock at the door which caused for Y/N to jump, looking at the large door in confusion before she sighed softly. "Who is it? Levi, if it's you then I don't want to talk!" The woman called out as she frowned, crossing her arms whilst staring intently at the door. If she stared any harder it probably would have burst up into flames.

"What, no? I'm not Levi," another voice spoke. It wasn't Levi's voice as it had some emotion to it but was still rather stiff. Y/N relaxed and sighed softly and she smiled, grateful that it wasn't the cruel and harsh Levi. "May I come in? My name is Mike, by the way." His smooth voice spoke in a soothing tone as to not annoy or possibly scare the girl.

"Oh yeah," Y/N spoke as she took a seat on the bed, her knees pressed together as she stared at the door as she watched it open to reveal a tall man who was rather muscular, he had dirty blonde hair that was in curtains. Y/N was confident that if she moved his hair it would have hidden his eyes. "Y/N L/N."

"Well Y/N." Mark started smoothly as he smiled at her. "It's an honour to meet you," he spoke with a bow afterwards before taking her hand into his and kissing the back of her hand. Y/N gave a sweet smile and a giggle that momentarily made the tall, charming man lose his composure. One thing he noticed was that she had a scent of (favourite flower) around her. Mike liked the smell, it calmed him down greatly.

"Anyways, you should get ready," Mike spoke slowly, it sounded like an offer but it wasn't. If Levi wanted something done, Mike made sure that it would have to happen. The look in his dark eyes proved that and Y/N scowled.

Was this what was to become of her? A servant to such a horrible and cold man? Who knows.

"Levi expects you to be there at dinner. Wear something presentable," Mike ordered with a sigh afterwards as he made his way back to the door. He ignored Y/N's cold glare and answered her question before she could even ask it:

"You will go, Lady L/N. Or I'll drag you there myself."

***

The children all stared, some of them looked satisfied with the cliffhanger of an ending and others not so much. The children had instantly begun to ask questions and discuss. But discussing soon became arguing.

"Poor Y/N!" Sobbed out Christa as she clung to Reiner, who was just smiling and rubbing her back gently as if to calm her down.

"Honestly, she deserved it for running off like an idiot," Ymir scoffed. "Did not!" Christa shouted back with a huff before she clung to Y/N, startling the H/C haired woman before she laughed gently. "You're going to be okay, Christa." Y/N reassured her.

"Please don't leave us, Y/N!" Christa exclaimed with a soft sniffle afterwards. Levi loudly scoffed, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Like I'd ever let anyone harm Y/N. She's such an idiot that she needs me around her." Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes despite Y/N's half amused - half offended expression.

"Y/N L/N. You belong to me."

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #disney au #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi heichou #hanji zoe

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sonderlivra · 5 years

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The Kind of World Where We Belong

My gift for @doctorarchangel in the Eremika Gift Exchange organised by the amazing peeps at @eremikaweeks!! You wanted something with Beach Boys music incorporated into it, but I’m so sorry, I’m not very familiar with their music, so I used one of their lyrics as the fic title! :)

Hope you like it, and Happy Holidays!

Modern AU; ~3k words

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“Hey.”

That smile. Goddamn it, Mikasa missed that smile. She wished she could see it everyday, all the time, but they barely managed once a week now.

Eren squinted in the pixelated video. “Are those gifts I see…?”

With a gasp, Mikasa slapped her palm onto the laptop camera. Eren's protests came a full five seconds later because of the delay in their shitty connection.

“Hey, c'mon, I couldn't even see them properly!”

“Wait a sec,” she told him sternly and turned her laptop around. She brought out her blanket and draped it over the pile of boxes she had dumped on her bed, still waiting to be wrapped by her meticulous hands. When she judged everything hidden from view, she turned the laptop around again.

“You can look now.”

“I thought you bought my gift last week?” He grinned.

“I did,” Mikasa shrugged. “These are for the others.”

“And I couldn't see them because…”

“Because you'd tell them.”

“Hey! I can keep a secret!”

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Really, Eren?”

He laughed at that, and once more Mikasa's chest twinged with the usual mix of happiness and longing. She watched him sip something from a glass dripping with condensation. Even looking at it sent a small shiver down her back.

“What is that?”

Eren glanced at his glass. “Iced tea.”

“Must be really hot there huh.”

“It is.” His smile turned fond. “You'd love it.”

She pulled her heavy sweater closer around her frame. “Maybe someday.”

She saw him move his hand to touch his laptop screen, and she pretended that his fingers were touching her actual lips. “Maybe,” he agreed.

“Well if it isn't Mikasa fucking Ackerman.”

She whipped around, and felt a smirk grow on her face when she saw the other woman. She reached for a handshake, but Ymir batted her hand away and caught her in a quick, rough embrace.

“It feels like years, girl, how've you been?”

“I'm a TA now.”

“Oh, so you'll be Professor Ackerman soon, huh?”

Mikasa smiled. “Doctor Ackerman first. Then we'll see. How are you, Ymir?”

“Staying at home and getting fat, mostly,” Ymir said, but there was no complaint in her tone. “Oh, and,” she yanked off a woollen glove, her grin widening, “happily hitched.”

The gold ring gleamed in the dull light of the supermarket, and Mikasa was glad to note that her voice did not seem forced when she gasped, “Congratulations!”

Ymir hummed, looking genuinely pleased. “Thanks. Sorry we didn't invite you, but there was nothing to invite you to anyway. We just went and signed some shit and exchanged rings. Her sister witnessed.”

“I'm really happy for you,” Mikasa said sincerely.

“Thanks, Mikasa. So, what about you?”

Highly aware of the microwave dinners she had piled into her cart, Mikasa shrugged. “Eren's in Australia.”

Ymir’s eyebrows rose. “Still?”

“Eight months more.”

“Damn. You're a strong girl, Mikasa.” Ymir shook her head. “Don't think I could do the whole long-distance shebang.”

Mikasa turned away, took up a pack of napkins she didn't need. “You would if you had to.”

“I guess.” There was an awkward pause. “Well I guess I'll let you get back to it.”

“Yeah.” Mikasa made sure her expression was back to normal before she turned around. “Take care, Ymir.”

Ymir placed her warm hand briefly on her shoulder. “You too, Mikasa.” Flashing her a rare smile, Ymir walked away.

Mikasa read the messages on her phone for perhaps the tenth time. She knew he'd be busy today, since the holidays were fast approaching. They weren't due for a video call for a few days, anyway.

Holding back a sigh, she focused on the task at hand, making sure to wrap the edges carefully until a neat package sat in front of her.

There was a faint tinkle from behind her, followed by a baleful meow.

She turned around. “I know. I miss him, too.”

Moon-moon simply blinked, and meowed again, louder.

“You don't care, do you?” She actually sighed this time, getting up. “You just want your food, you fat bastard.”

She paused at the refrigerator, running her gaze over photographs she had imprinted on her mind. She still loved looking at them.

Eren and her, at elementary school. Eren and her, at an ice rink. Eren and her, sullen at a fancy occasion she didn't remember. Eren and her at prom, with their respective dates. (That one always made her smile. What idiots they had been, denying what they had for each other for years.) Eren and her outside their college dorm. Eren and her on their first date. Eren and her, at their first vacation together. Eren and her with their degrees.

Eren and her in a selfie taken at the airport. It felt like ages since that last one was taken.

She pulled out her phone from her pocket and held her finger poised above the screen, Eren's name waiting.

I miss you

She almost typed it; but she put her phone away, took up her pen, and wrote his address on the package instead.

The trill of the video call connecting lasted barely a second. There was a click when the call was answered, and the pixelated video feed came into view.

“Hey, how was-” Mikasa stopped abruptly. The person on the screen was not Eren.

“Hello, Mikasa.” His voice was milder than she expected. “It's nice to finally speak to you.”

She recognised him, of course. “Um. Same.”

The video was slowly turning clearer and so was his smile. “You know me, then?” He sounded inordinately delighted.

“Of course. Eren… speaks highly of you.”

He chuckled, and for a second she thought she saw Eren's father sitting there on the other side. “That's good to know. I haven't been the easiest kind of brother, I'm sure.”

“N-no, he's very grateful.”

“What's there to be grateful for? He's family.”

She had nothing to say to that, so she asked instead, “Is he there?”

“Hmm? Oh, Eren?” Zeke leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head. “He's just popped out for a bit.”

“Oh.” When no further information was coming, she continued, “Will he be back soon?”

“Can't say,” Zeke said cheerfully. “He's gone to drop a friend off at the station.” He leaned forward suddenly, the light in his glasses glinting. “They're very close, Annie and him, so it might be a while before he gets back.”

“Oh.” Mikasa looked at the way his smile seemed almost kind, and clenched her fist on the table. “I'll call later, then. Sorry to disturb you.”

“Such a lovely girl could never be a distraction,” he said gallantly.

“Right. Thanks, um, I'll call Eren later.”

“Alright. Happy Christmas, Mikasa,” Zeke said softly.

“You too,” she managed to mutter before clicking on ‘End call’. She glanced outside, saw the snow falling heavily now, and shivered.

Christmas had always been Eren's thing. He was the one that revelled in the decorations, the snowmen and snowball fights, the carolling, and the gifts.

“Christmas isn't Christmas without snow,” Eren had always said, until this year. Since his parents were going to be visiting him anyway, Eren had decided to stay in Australia for the festive season, despite it being summer there.

“Won't you miss the snow?” Mikasa had asked him teasingly, a long time ago, it seemed.

He'd just laughed and said he wouldn't mind trying something new.

Mikasa thought of that laugh, that smile, as she stood outside the store window. Then, squaring her shoulders, she went inside and made her purchases.

“Moon-moon, no!” Mikasa wailed, but it was too late; her brand new fake Christmas tree tipped over and fell with a crash. Again.

The ringing of her phone probably saved the miserable cat's life. With a huff, she turned away and slouched over to her desk.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Mikasa.”

“Armin!” She gasped and sank into her chair with a smile, irritation forgotten. “How are you? How's London treating you?”

“It hasn't killed me yet, but it's trying its best. It's so cold!”

Mikasa laughed, and kept laughing for a while as Armin regaled her with his stories about adapting to British culture. She missed him too, she realised. Armin was her best friend and he always had a way to make her smile.

“So, how’s Eren?”

Mikasa hesitated. “Busy.”

“I'm sure. I haven't spoken to him in months.”

“Yeah, he's… got a lot on his plate.”

“Always one to take as many responsibilities as possible,” Armin remarked wryly. “He hasn't changed at all, has he?”

Mikasa was smiling again. “No.”

Armin chuckled warmly. “God, I miss you guys.”

“We miss you too,” Mikasa said softly.

“So, you got my gift yet?”

“You sent it already?” Mikasa gasped.

“Of course.” He grinned at her. “You've got to open my gift on Christmas day.”

Mikasa smiled. “I won't open it till then.”

“Good.” She watched him check his phone. “Hey, Miks, listen. The guys here are planning a little trip around Christmas time-”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. There's some hiking and some pretty good views. It looks really good.”

Mikasa fiddled with her wristwatch -an old gift from Eren. “You're going then.”

“Yeah. We're leaving the day after Uni breaks, actually.”

“So…” Mikasa struggled to keep her tone even. “No calls until after?”

Eren leaned forward. “I'll call you, of course. Maybe not video calls, though.”

She swallowed hard and simply nodded. “Okay.”

“And… maybe not during the trip. They say cellphones are pretty much useless out there.”

“Okay.”

He stared at her in the pause that followed. “Are you mad?”

Mikasa sat up. “Eren, we've discussed this. I'm not going to be weird and clingy about stuff like this.” She forced a smile that she hoped would look genuine in the pixelated video. “You go have fun.”

Eren smiled, then reached out and touched the screen again. “I wish you were here, Mikasa.”

I wish you were here, she wanted to say, but simply said. “I love you.”

“Love you more,” Eren shot back, and they both laughed.

The package came when there were only a few days left for Christmas, and Mikasa nearly skipped down the hallway to her door. She hurried inside, dug out her craft scissors, and attacked the wrapping.

She failed to see the stamps, so when she opened the box to see a beautiful pair of soft, crimson gloves, she felt a strange twist in her chest, which was explained when she opened the card that was inside the box.

Just adding to the ensemble.

Merry Christmas!

XOXO

Armin

Mikasa sighed and couldn't help smiling. Armin was referring to her favourite scarf, the one Eren had given her years and years ago, which matched the fluffy wool of the gloves in the box.

She ignored the disappointment she felt and sent him a thank you text.

Sasha had insisted on spending Christmas Eve with her. Mikasa had tried to get her to change her mind, then finally gave up. Sometimes, Sasha could almost be as stubborn as Eren.

“And so Jean, the absolute idiot, goes and asks her-”

“Hey, Sash?” Mikasa said suddenly. Sasha looked up from her mug of hot chocolate.

“Yeah?”

Mikasa reached across the table and grasped her wrist warmly. She didn't have to do this. She especially did not have to bring all these sweets, or the gourmet dinner made by her own hands, or the stupid dangling toy that successfully distracted Moon-moon for hours and kept him from bothering Mikasa.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and Sasha beamed at her.

“What are best friends for?”

“And-” She glanced at the clock behind Sasha. “Merry Christmas.”

“Ohmigosh!” Sasha nearly spilled her hot chocolate as she scrambled over to Mikasa and caught her in a bone crushing hug. “Merry Christmas!”

Maybe this'll be a nice Christmas after all, Mikasa thought to herself, laughing.

Sasha had to leave early in the morning, and Mikasa couldn't sleep after she left. The good mood that Sasha had brought seemed to have disappeared along with her. Mikasa sat listlessly on the couch, her gaze resting often on the crumpled, half-decorated plastic tree that Moon-moon had finally gotten bored of.

She kept going over old conversations with Eren on her phone, looking at old pictures that sent her, memes and selfies alike, and felt worse with every passing minute.

When he'd first told her he wouldn't be coming that year, he had assured her that she wouldn't feel his absence. He'd be sending her multiple gifts like every year, she would have her Christmas lunch with his parents like every year, he'd be right there on the video call with her all day. She wouldn't even notice, he'd said.

Biting her lip, she shot him a line of text on her phone before she could regret it.

When no reply was forthcoming, she tossed her phone aside with a sigh, and turned on her laptop instead.

She was always a little possessive in nature. Early on in their relationship, she and Eren had gotten into a lot of fights because of it. She had understood, tried hard not to seem so 'clingy’, as he put it. She had tried, and it had worked.

She was still trying.

Was it too clingy of her to want to be with him? Was it too clingy that she wanted to at least hear his voice on a day that had always been special for both of them? Was it too clingy to look at airplane tickets to Australia on Christmas morning?

If anything, the prices decided for her, reminded her why she hadn't gone to visit him in the first place. She could have worked on her thesis in Australia, she could have even worked with her partner on the paper they were supposed to publish soon. No, those weren't her actual reasons; she couldn't go because it was too damn expensive. It was why Eren had chosen to live with his brother in the first place. The unfairness of it all stung her and she felt like breaking something.

Her phone vibrated loudly in the silence, and Mikasa jumped in her seat, startled. Then she grabbed her phone.

Hey Miks did you get my gift?

She frowned. No greeting, no “merry Christmas”, and no call. She sent him back one word, even more annoyed now.

His replies came a minute later, and Mikasa badly wanted to ignore them.

But she couldn't.

With a sigh, she got to her feet. Just her luck. Of course the package she was looking forward to the most had gotten delayed. Of course it had to happen.

She shrugged on her coat and trudged to the front door. Of course the universe would mess things up for her-

She opened her door and-

-there he stood, with those sparkling green eyes and that smile, beaming down at her.

“Merry Christmas, Mikasa.”

She froze, her jaw dropped. The silence stretched on, and he reached up and scratched his head in his characteristic gesture of nervousness.

“Uh, say something.”

She tried. “Eren…”

He let out a nervous huff of laughter. “Yup. It's me. I'm really here.”

And still she couldn't speak a single coherent sentence because she was utterly, completely dumbstruck.

“H-how…?”

And that was when she noticed the bags. He had a lot of bags. Eren followed her stare, and nodded. “I'm not going back.”

She almost stumbled backwards and fell then and there. “W-what?”

“I got myself transferred back for the last semester. That, uh, that's why I was so busy.” His fingers were buried in his hair again. “So much fucking paperwork, you won't believe-”

“But-” Mikasa realised her voice was too high, too loud, and she struggled to calm herself. “You loved it there.”

Eren shrugged, his eyes holding hers captive. “I love you more.”

Her hand flew to her mouth and this time her knees did buckle, but he was already there, already holding her, already sharing his blazing warmth with her.

“Hey, it's okay,” he murmured into her hair, while she clutched at him, at every inch of him she could grab onto, his heartbeat loud and reassuring next to her ear.

“Eren,” she practically sobbed and hugged him tightly, loosening her grasp only when he let out a small sound of pain. “I missed you,” she sighed as his fingers gently poked a smile onto her face.

“Missed you more,” he whispered.

“Doubt it.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh, you're on.” She tightened her arms behind his neck and pulled him down until their foreheads were pressed together and their noses were touching. “You have no idea how badly I've missed you.”

He chuckled, and she could feel the mirth echo from his chest to hers. “Well,” he smiled against her lips, “maybe I should ask Moon-moon.”

“Or maybe I can tell you myself.” She could hold back no longer and pressed her lips onto his, warmth spreading in her veins and shivers running down her skin at the same time, breathing him in and holding him tight, feeling like everything in her life had finally clicked into place.

The kiss ended too soon, but Eren asked her, “So, did you like your gift?”

She grinned sweetly up at him. “Let me tell you just how much I liked it.” And she kissed him again.

#snk #eremika #eremikasecretsanta #eremika fanfiction #eremikaweeks #snk fanfiction #hope you liked it #and hope mikasa wasnt too blue :)#pls let me know if the images dont work for you!!#delivras

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 5 years

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🏰⚔️ DMODT- 16 update

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cleacourgette · 3 years

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So I told myself I would do this kind of as a closure for myself as well.

Its been already more than a month since the last chapter of AOT came out. And after this month I did a lot of thinking and the dust as mostly all settled down so its a good time for it.

I didn't like it.

I've been reading this manga ever since a little bit before the anime came out. A friend of mine told me the anime was coming out and out of curiosity I read the manga, and I started to enjoy it.

The characters were really cool and interesting and the story seemed very typical, titan hunting with a typical main character, but the author starts subverting our expectations. And I'm completely on board.

I watch the anime, probably the first two seasons, but honestly I don't feel like the studio was very faithful to it, so I dropped the anime and just continued reading the manga.

Halfway through it, chapters feel a little confusing. After the coup chapters, the manga returns to having a very shonen feel, and the serum battle was one of the most stupid most annoyng things I've read. But what kills it for me is how Isayama decided to introduce the outside world. The Marleys, and Eren's dad story, and oh my god, it annoyed me how unfortunate the setting was, and how boring it was.

For about the next months I dropped AOT. It wasn't doing it for me anymore. But then I thought well, if its ending soon, why not just take it until the end.

So i picked it up again, and I saw Reiner's story, and how his character was being caracterized so well. Like can you imagine? The depression, and the confussion, to the point of making him want to shoot himself. It was so well written, the following chapters, the war on war on war, the neverending cycle of pain. I was on board again.

I finally knew what Isayama was writing about and I was enjoying it.

I loved the fact that Eren was a villain, this was a great way to write the story. Making Eren this one main character, that is aware that he's the main character and lives with this complex so deep on his bones that he became a villain. I loved it. Isayama was sending an amazing message here I really liked it, and I was willing to forget the several lose ends that were not closed yet as we fast aproached the final chapter.

But then it ended. And what the fuck was that.

What was the point of writting such great story, about pain and war and the cycle of constantly creating more and more "main characters". What was the point, if Isayama gave us the dumb explanation that in the end Eren was aware of everything, he was a little fucked up by the memories and the future, BUT STILL AWARE, and was doing everything to

save

his

friends.

What. Seriously what. In the end it was a love story, because Ymir loved king Fritz, because Mikasa loved Eren, because love.

Disclaimer before I continue: I never harassed anyone online over this. I have better things to do than go harassing Isayama editors, or animation studios, or shippers. Like I don't care. But I care enough that I had long discussions about this with online friends.

The last chapter was the death of a lot of characters. Not just Eren.

It was also the death of Reiner's character, who was so done with this cycle of pain and hurt, that he was willing to kill himself, and to sacrifice a boy's life so that his cousin would never have to feel the same way he did. But instead he was sniffing Historia's letter.

It was the death of Armin. Who was held up so high by Erwin and my Hange, that Levi decided he was truly smart enough and good leader enough to do what other commanders couldn't. But ended up forgiving Eren for killing 80% of the planet because that's okay, right, that's fine because he was doing it for them.

It was the death of Mikasa who had finally gotten rid of the scarf and the connection she had with Eren, she was strong and powerful enough to alone make sense of her feelings and live for herself instead of others. But ended up making out with a head, and swiming accross the ocean to bury it "in that place"

It was the death of Historia, who knew exactly who she was now. Who worked so hard to understand what kid of person she was, who was given life by Ymir and realized she was "the worst girl in the world." And now I'm not sure who she is anymore, because she should know better than anyone that war is a mess, and she just...weirdly continues it.

It was honestly the death of myself as a fan. Because if this is the ending, than who is Isayama after all? What was he trying to say? What is the message?

If you read all this you're insane, lmao.

But that's it. I mean I have a lot more to say, but what's the point.

What was the point of Aot.

#aot #attack on titan #aot ending opinion

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kaekiro · 7 years

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That fic you wrote with sleepy Eren kissing Mikasa is golden :D. If you wouldn't mind, I would like to ask for a little sequel to that cos it feels kinda unfinished. Feel free do whatever in it, cos im not the most creative person out there but maybe a confession would be cute ^^

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Pairing: Eren/Mikasa || Rating: K || Words: 2,313 || [AO3]

Warnings: None

A/N: EEEEEE thank you so much! this is the first time I’ve done a sequel to any of my stories since I started Kaleidoscopes! In case you didn’t know, anon is referring to chapter 23, aka Onlook. I recommend reading that first for context, if you haven’t read it already :) Pls enjoy!

With time, practice, and discipline of her own, the feat of maintaining her composure had become yet another skill of hers, an “art” as Ymir had unsarcastically called it. Even in the moments following the kiss Eren had pressed to her mouth, she was quick to fill the cracks as Jean’s seat tipped and clattered to the floor. Though, perhaps it was only because of their fight that she was able to collect herself, because focusing on breaking Eren and Jean apart was certainly easier than processing his open display of affection.

His reaction upon realizing what he had done didn’t make it any better. Unlike her, he had the complete inability to hide a single thing he felt, a defining characteristic that set him apart from the rest of them. He is an open book whether he acknowledges it or not; the smiles, frowns, and tears all conveying what couldn’t be properly expressed. But he had seemed to be at a true loss for words as he stared at her then, visage unlike anything she’s seen from him.

Her shoulder collides with another, abruptly pulling her from the yesterday’s memory and closer into his personal space. Immediately she retracts, cursing their timing as they continue to wade through the crowded market. Eren adjusts his hood a little more over his head, and her, the basket she carries in her arms, neither of them acknowledging her small incident. She isn’t sure if she should be disconcerted by his silence, or if he’s simply taking Hanji-san’s rule of laying low more seriously than she would’ve thought. Either way, she can hardly keep herself from reading into it.

She never dwells on these kinds of matters, the ones that kept other girls in her barracks awake past curfew with glowing cheeks and stories of hands that roamed, proof littering their necks in the shape of bites. Though her mind would curiously drift to Eren, what happened between them couldn’t compare with any story she heard passively. It was chaste, perhaps even accidental, their kiss. Her chest feels heavier at the thought, fingers curling tighter around the braids of the basket because by knowing him, she couldn’t really believe it to be anything but an accident. Although she wills herself to forget, she chances a look at him, realizing then that he isn’t in front of her anymore. There’s a fall in her stomach and she holds back from calling his name, using her slight advantage of height to seek him out.

Her thoughts become more frantic once she reaches a small clearing in the crowd and she chastises herself for becoming distracted here - of all places - with all things -

“You really need to slow down, Mikasa. I can hardly keep up with you.”

Her gaze quickly follows the direction of his voice, and she didn’t know she was holding her breath until it came rushing out of her mouth in relief. The basket lowers in her arms, guilt coming forth as she notes the heavy rise and fall of his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

With yet another influx of people, he waves her off and wordlessly, they move forward. She firmly reminds herself to focus and follow their superiors’ instructions, becoming more alert to their surroundings with the end of the street in sight. In her effort to keep track of him, she makes the conscious decision to stay closer than before, careful not to let someone pass between them should she lose sight again.

“Are you okay?”

Someone steps on her boot and she fights the urge to sigh.

“I’m fine. Just - we shouldn’t risk getting separated again.”

“You keep bumping into me.”

“Sorry -”

“Here,” he interrupts, grasping part of the basket’s handle, gesturing for her to do the same. “We shouldn’t get lost this way.”

They both fix the weight comfortably in their hands and she becomes less tense, finding his method to be easier, better even. The sides of their palms brush with each step and she silently marvels at how smooth his feel. It makes her self-conscious of her own skin, worn, calloused; everything a woman’s hand shouldn’t feel like. Subtly, she inches her hand away from his, letting him guide as she ensures they have everything Historia had enlisted them inside the basket.

Eren suddenly halts as she continues, his grip tugging her back. They stop in front of a stand decorated with foliage, the blossoms in the lady’s arms catching her eye. The colors bear a close resemblance to the ones that she helped her mother tend to in their garden, seasonal as she knew them. Unconsciously, she searches for their aroma, inhaling softly through her nose.

“Would you like one for your lady?”

She draws a breath, response automated as this is not the first time they’ve been mistaken for a couple, but he turns to her before she can say a word, making any denial knot in her throat when he asks, “Do you want one?”

“Ah,” she fidgets with her sleeve, looking from the flowers to the items they carry, and carefully back at him. “I don’t think we have any more money left over…”

Her voice lowers a notch, speech slow in hopes that he catches her drift. But he doesn’t cause his free hand is patting over his pockets, an explicative lost in between the rustle of his clothing until he makes a small sound of triumph.

“Is this enough?”

He places the coins in the lady’s outstretched palm, watching as she counts.

“Eren -”

“Shh.”

She blinks, not quite expecting him to hush her. Despite being curious at his persistence, she knows they shouldn’t just spend money that was hard to come across in the first place, let alone save.

“…But -”

“It’s okay.”

“You don’t have to -”

“Mikasa.” She pauses, gaping at him. “Shh.”

The saleswoman looks at them with a tender face, amused.

“Which one would you like?”

He nods at the flowers when she looks at him again for reassurance, and she swallows, feeling the weight of his and the woman’s gaze as she reaches for one.

“Those are lovely, aren’t they?”

She holds it to her nose after a moment, humming her agreement into the flower. She’s never seen one of these as big, or nearly as bountiful with petals.

“It looks kind of like a cabbage.”

Both her and the woman look at Eren with expressions that make him shrink back before the latter laughs.

“I’ve never seen it that way until you pointed out, young man. It does, doesn’t it?”

He gives a kind of nervous chuckle, evidently relieved and her lips twitch upwards at the sight.

The woman thanks them for business and soon they are walking again, both of her hands now full. She studies the flower, becoming quite preoccupied until he leans over to touch the petals, clearing his throat.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

She tilts her head at the apology and he elaborates, looking off to the side.

“For yesterday morning.”

Her blood warms, stomach twisting and heart beginning a familiar race. The memory had already started to clear from her thoughts, and just like that, she’s tossed back in.

“I must’ve taken you by surprise,” he says, a hand cupping the back of his neck. “And you have the right to be upset with me.”

Upset?

“It’s just -” he pauses, grimacing and clearly struggling to gather his thoughts. “My mind was hazy from the tests I did with Hanji and, well, that’s never really happened to me before. But - I won’t use that to excuse myself.”

So it had been an accident. She feels that pang again, confused at her disappointment when she had already seen it coming. Something must show on her face because he frowns, lips setting into a straight line.

“I hope you can forgive me, Mikasa.”

She wills herself to calm, builds the courage to look at him as she replies.

“I was never upset with you.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Oh.” They turn away from one another. “I thought you were walking fast earlier because you were mad. I thought you didn’t want me to come with you here.”

“I don’t feel that way. It was an accident, so… so don’t worry about it, Eren.” It doesn’t come out as casually as she wanted it to, some sadness leaking into her voice. She feels that she shouldn’t, to spare herself more pain, but for a brief second, she wonders if he noticed the hints of melancholy, wonders what he’d do if he did.

“The flower is beautiful. Thank you, Eren.” She forces a smile with the change in subject, his eyes widening a fraction before he casts them off to the side.

“Y-yeah.”

They finally start to reach the end of the street and the lack of people there is nothing short of relieving for her, and she welcomes the wave of nostalgia. Her and Eren returning home from the market, the slight winds in the road, the scent of spices and hum of the crowd as it quiets; it all reminds her of Shiganshina; the monotonous routine she never thought she’d miss so much.

They’d often walked in a comfortable silence then, but now, it feels like there’s something tense about it; she couldn’t name what it was or if it was even there to begin with. But before she can begin to think about it, her attention is caught when she sees movement in her peripheral and she slows their pace, her grip on the basket slackening.

“What is it?”

He stands beside her, trying to follow her eyes.

“Can you see it?”

“No? See what?” He searches in the wrong direction, and she tugs on the handle, prompting him to turn towards her.

“There, over there,” she says, guiding his gaze with the blossom.

The tree stands completely alone, growing where the hill begins to curve, just like to the one back in Maria. Two children chase each other around its base and she smiles. She can see herself sitting next to Eren, watching his eyes move beneath their lids as he slept.

“That… that looks like the old tree from back then!”

“Mm.”

His sigh is light, his words hardly loud enough to hear over the breeze. “I hope we can see that tree again some day.” It’s the quietest she’s heard him speak in a long time. There’s a lowness, a sort of tone that’s unique to him. It reminds her of when that same voice lulled her to sleep when she was restless, the same voice that consoled Armin when they lost his grandfather not too long after the fall. For someone impulsive and at times brash, he could be so unbelievably gentle and caring.

“We will. You’ll get us there,” she reassures, hoping he’ll believe it as much as she does.

“How can you be so sure? Everything seems to be going so wrong… what if I can’t?”

While he was overconfident in certain areas, he also had a knack for self-doubt. And who could blame him? He was right. Their problems are more complex and bigger than man-eating monsters, their enemies only increasing in number. But after everything they’ve already overcome, she supposes it’s only right to feel optimistic. It’s something he’d taught her after all, even when she thought him to be gone forever. She angles her head to the sky and with such conviction and honesty, she says, “I have faith in you.”

For the second time, he turns to her and she to him. It’s as if he’s looking for something as he studies her face, but then his eyes fall to her lips and she stiffens, becoming completely void of thought when he pulls back his hood and fills the short distance between them. The only thing she can recall with clarity is the slow second that passed when teals glanced back up to meet grey, and her lids fell permissively, blood warming and undoubtedly coloring every inch of her skin.

She finds that his lips are as soft as his hands, if not softer and it’s careful, the way they mold to hers. He pulls back some and she thinks it’s over, but then he lifts a free hand to cup her jaw and his kiss is firmer, more passionate than the last. Her hands ache to wrap around his wrist, to skim the length of his chest and neck as they become less hesitant, but she only tightens her grip on the basket and the stem, trying to find a rhythm through the clumsiness.

Goosebumps prickle her skin when he whispers her name, and with as much confidence as she can muster, she responds with a bump of her nose against his. He doesn’t move far, skimming his palm down her arm to loosely cuff her wrist with his fingers.

“Everything’s a mess right now. And I don’t always say or do the right things. But… ah, I didn’t really think this through,” he says, huffing an amused breath.

“Do you ever?” she can’t help but ask, unable to keep from teasing him. He lifts his hand to tug at her bangs, ignoring her question. He becomes serious again, clearing his throat.

“But this,” he continues, reaching down from her hair to thumb over the corner of her mouth. “I meant it.”

Her lips curl up beneath his thumb and she gives a single nod, understanding. “I’m glad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

While his lips on hers makes her heart beat fast, almost painfully so, the kiss he presses to her cheek is endearing and leaves her head spinning, and though she buries her face in the cabbage-like flower to hide the intensity of her blush, for that moment she decides that she wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything.

#eremika #eremika art #writing #requests #the flower was a peony (my fave flower)#These flowers symbolize romance and prosperity along with good fortune!! they really need it tbh lolol poor bbies ;-;#kaleidoscopes

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🏰⚔️ DMODT- 16 update

Despite their best efforts, the royal library yielded no results for anything even vaguely inventory like. Levi had insisted he'd rest, while he'd stubbornly insisted he'd be fine. Falling asleep at the desk, he woke to find he'd been sleeping against Levi's shoulder, and that Erwin had left them some time before. The man's anger lingering in the air. He didn't understand what he'd done to make Erwin dislike him so much, but then supposed it was the fact he was always in restricted places of the castle. It was hardly the natural place for a new mage, so when they finished checking the books for an inventory, he moved his self study to the normal library after checking the egg and sword. He didn't like the feeling the sword gave him, so Levi told him not to bother. They'd contact Draecia about it all, once Erwin got around to checking the royal gallery and storage rooms... which he wasn't invited to join in on. Even when he moved to study in the library, things between him and Levi didn't change. It was exciting as he'd "bump" into Levi, then end up dragged into a random room for a quick fuck, and he was especially liking that the alpha has asked to spend his heat with him, given Levi's rut fell at the same time. It wasn't uncommon for an alpha to take an omega during a rut, Levi mentioning that sometimes Erwin took two betas to bed with him during a rut, or an alpha if he felt so inclined. Levi had always spent his ruts alone, and Eren his heats alone... now, he'd have an alpha to give him what he needed, while Levi's rut would be soothed by being able to actually fuck out his urges into something other than his hand. To prevent against an accidental mark, they'd both be wearing collars, which Erwin had the keys for... though Eren was sure if he really wanted, he could just magic them off. But as Levi didn't want more than a sexual relationship, he resolved not to give in to the desire to be marked. It was just days before his heat hit that Eren's world was sent spinning. Sitting in the library, he'd been reading about protective magic. Levi kept insisting he needed to know how to protect himself, so Eren had started learning to place the man's mind at ease. Immersed in his book, he jumped as hard object crashed into him, and tilted the bench he was sitting on "Eren!" Gathering himself up, he tried not to appear like Armin had just scared the ever living daylights out of him "Can't you ever just sit?" "Is it true?" "Is what true?" "About Prince Erwin and Petra?!" Confused, Eren placed his book down "What about the Prince and Petra?" He didn't even know who Petra was... "They say they're to be wed! It's all over the castle!" What now?! What? The teen's heart was thundering in his chest. Levi hadn't said anything about marriage... Not when he'd seen him the previous night... "You didn't know?" "No. I had no idea" Armin's eyes were wide with excitement, sparkling with innocence as he had no idea he'd just broken Eren's world "Can you believe it? Petra is a renown soldier in her own right. She's received numerous accolades for her part in the last Great War... I wonder if Mikasa knows more?! She is in the military after all... Do you think they'll hold a public wedding? With a festival?" Levi was Prince Erwin. Levi was his master. He only enjoyed sex with the man, outside of that, he had no right to say what happened in the man's life... But what happened now? Would Petra understand? Would she be mad? Would she expect him to find a new master, even though he couldn't find a way to transfer the vow? Petra would... Would Petra carry and bare Levi's children?! Did she know Levi and Erwin's secret? Why hadn't Levi told him any of this? Smacked in the face with such news, he gasped as a telltale cramp flared through his stomach as his arse grew uncomfortably wet "Eren?" Not realising his eyes had filled with tears, he wrapped his arm around Armin, pulling him up as he abandoned his things "Armin... I need to get out of here" "What?!" "My heat... is starting. It's early" "Oh, shit. What do I do?" "I need to get out of here. There are too many alphas here" Too many alphas and too many alphas named "Levi" in particular... "Ok. Ok. We've got this. Do you want to go back to your room?" His room was too close to Levi's for the man not to notice. But what if Levi did notice? They'd intended to spend it together... this wasn't supposed to be happening... "I... yes. I've got herbs there" "Ok" Pulling his cloak off, Armin wrapped it around him, before rubbing at his neck "I don't know if this is helping" "I don't know how to help" "You're doing plenty already. I just need some help back to my room" "And then what?" Dragging him along, Eren wanted to tell Armin he couldn't walk too fast because of his heat, but also didn't want to be on display to the whole castle. By the time they made it to his room, Eren's magic was starting to spiral out of control. Armin nearly copping burns as his magic forced the two of them apart. He hated leaving his friend hurt and confused, but it was the best thing for Armin. He'd never forgive himself if his friend was grievously wounded or killed because of him. Of course Armin wouldn't listen, rushing to where Eren collapsed by his bed "Eren?" "Armin, get out of here. I can't control my magic right now" "But..." "I'll be ok. Thank you" "Are you sure?" "Yeah... I've been through this before. Please, I don't want to hurt you accidentally" With his chest feeling as if his heart was breaking, his omega angered and hurt, and his magic playing up, anything was likely to happen. He didn't love Levi and he didn't not love him. The man felt like he was the only one he could rely on... even when he'd been told from the start Levi didn't have feelings for him... and once his heat passed, he didn't know what came next. Levi would have a fiancée, and he'd always just be the "bit of fun" and "dark secret". He'd been stupid enough to let Levi into his heart, and now he was paying for it. His soft sobs turning into full body wails of pain as his heart broke and his cramps continued to grow. He needed Levi in so many ways... but Levi had never needed to him. * Reading the document in his hands, Levi's face went through a myriad of emotions, before settling on blank look that he reserved for the times when he was most disgusted. Fucking Zeke. Fucking Zeke and his fucking bullshit. Fucking Zeke and his fucking meddling, life destroying and reputation ruining, bullshit. There was no way on Ymir's green Earth, that he'd be marrying Petra Ral. None. Zero. Negative zero. Whatever the largest number known to exist was, that was the amount of "nopes" he had towards this wedding. He didn't need this. He was spending his rut with Eren, then had planned to surprise Eren with a trip up north to visit Draecia. The omega had a respect for dragons, which might be useful with the return of the egg and sword. And now... this... Even Erwin was worried over this. After what seemed hours of silence, it was broken as Levi tore the declaration to shreds, angrily pushing his chair back, in order to storm over to the fireplace and throw shitty bits of paper into the fire, where the fire hungrily consumed them "That doesn't make the issue go away" "I'm not getting married!" "Levi..." "I am not marrying, Petra! I've always done as you wished. I've followed your words, and you've given Isabel and Farlan a good life, but this is too fucking far" "I..." "What does he think he's fucking playing at?! I have no interest in her, and now I'm supposed to marry her! Her reputation is going to be fucking ruined when word gets out that we aren't wedding! And me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?! I have other obligations. I have my rut coming, then my trip to Draecia with Eren. I don't have time for this wedding shit!" "L-..." "No. I would rather go to war, than let Marley force this upon us! I am not marrying her!" "Would you shut up! I've been trying to tell you that you won't have to marry Petra, at least not for the next 6 months" "6 months?" "You didn't get past the top header, did you? The wedding is planned for summer" And they were about to hit winter "I'm not marrying her. I will ride out and tell her myself that it's not happening" "Just wait..." "I'm not marrying her!" What was so hard for Erwin to comprehend?! He had given up so many things and played his part so well. This though... "Let me consult the court advisors, and see if there is anything in the treaty that allows this. For now..." "No. No for now. I refuse to marry her. That's all there is to it" "I'll summon her to the castle so we can talk about this. I know Zeke was rather insistent on you two spending time together" "This is just him being a dick. We took his fucking toys away, so he's forcing his on me, knowing there's no one I want to marry. Besides, I already have Eren in my charge. We can't break or shift the vow, so what am I supposed to tell him? Sorry. I know we're purely physical, but... I'm going to be married to a woman I don't even like soon. Can you imagine that?" "Eren knew from the start that the two of you could never wed" "That's beside the point" "Sometimes I wonder if you remember that is the point" Levi growled, baring his teeth "What?!" "You have feelings for him. We both know every moment you can be with him, you are" "So what if I am" "You're falling for him" "I'm not falling for him. I have a measure of admiration for him..." His strong words became rather weak with his denial... and maybe, slightly, hopeful... if they were as close as Erwin was making it sound, then maybe Eren would be able to think things through and come up with a plan... Maybe the teen wouldn't be too mad? He was better at separating their sex life from their daily lives... God. Hopefully this wouldn't get out. He wanted to be the one to sit Eren down and talk to him about it. Only, Levi didn't get the chance to tell his lover before things started going to shit, or rather, became shittier. It wasn't even lunch time, yet as he walked through the castle in search of Eren, random strangers who's names he should know, were congratulating him. Levi's heart sinking with each step. Each of them seemed so genuinely happy that he'd found someone to we, even though he was miserable. He just didn't have those kind of feelings for Petra, and it wasn't fair that she'd gotten pulled into his spat with Zeke. Checking the library, he found it void of Eren, yet every single person within it turned towards him. They knew... and if they knew, Eren had to have also heard. Pivoting, he bolted from the doorway, the word "no" repeating nonstop as he ran. It wasn't supposed to be like this at all. He wanted to sit Eren down and talk to him. He wanted the teen to understand nothing was going to change between them, and that he didn't intend to wed... As Levi ran, the pain in his chest grew. Using his bond with Eren, the closer he got to the teen, the more it hurt, until he was left to stagger the last few steps to Eren's door. Knocking, he tried the handle, finding it locked. Really? The omega wasn't going to let him explain? "Eren! Eren, please we can talk about this" Knocking harder, Eren continued to ignore him. Pausing to place his ear against the door, he could hear the sobs of the young mage. Fuck. This was the worst possible scenario playing out right here. Eren had become so much more affectionate with his heat approaching. Last night had been pretty amazing, but Eren had fallen asleep atop of him, purring softly as he nuzzled onto shoulder, which had felt so nice. He'd had a shit day, and Eren hadn't pushed to him to talk. He'd wrapped his arms around him, then guided him to bed, simply snuggling into him until he couldn't help with feel better "Eren?! Please. Just let me explain. I know you're in there" Starting to pound on the door with his palms, Eren continued to stay locked away "Eren! I don't want to get my keys out and force my way in, but I will! I'm not getting married! Please! Just hear me out! I had nothing to do with this! You know I don't want to marry! You know I don't want kids!" Thank fuck he'd sent the guards from his room away... He was fucking begging here. Over something that wasn't even his fault. Growling, he started to grow angry at Eren's sudden refusal to be reasonable "Come on! You know I wouldn't just fucking drop this shit on you! We're supposed to be fucking going to Draecia! I said I'd help with your fucking heat! So stop with this, and let me see you!" Beneath Levi's palms, the door grew warm "Don't you dare use your magic! I want to talk!" The warmth growing into a fierce heat, forcing Levi to step back. Dismay filling his face as the door to Eren's room turned to solid stone before his eyes. Snarling, he lashed out, throwing a punch at the space where the fucking door was supposed to be "Eren! You better open this..." Well it wasn't a door anymore "... wall! We need to talk!" "Prince Erwin, is something wrong?" Regretting punching the door, Eren's magic had already started healing him. Returning to slamming his hands against the wall, no matter how hard hit, or how much it hurt, Eren's magic just kept healing him "Eren!" Striding down the hallway, Levi found himself lifted off his feet and thrown over Erwin's shoulder "Put me the fuck down!" "You're making a fool of yourself" "Eren fucking knows. He's shut himself in his fucking room... He's crying. He doesn't just cry. He gets teary, but he doesn't break down into sobs if things aren't bad... he's in so much pain right now. His heats coming. His emotions are all over the place, and now he's completely rejecting me" He just wanted to explain things to Eren. The kid had lost everyone, and been forced into all of this. He'd told Eren to be completely truthful with him, and he owed him that much. They'd... they'd been growing closer. Eren was trying so hard for the sake of Eldia. And he'd always approached things so maturely... other than his storm cloud, that he couldn't control. Levi wasn't blind to the effort Eren was making, or blind to his attempts to improve himself. He could have gotten mad over Erwin dismissing him from searching for missing items. Instead, he brushed himself off. He attended to his herb patch. He respected his health limits, but still kept himself fit and clean. He'd set himself a new task to conquer with his magic, and... now it was like he'd given up. Carried into his room, Erwin through him down on his bed. The blond running both hands through his hair "Listen. I ran into Armin while you were running around the castle. Eren's gone into heat early. You need to stay away from him" "But..." "He's emotional, and his magic is out of control. Armin's got a new cut on his face because of it. As upset as he may be, he's probably trying to distance himself right now. You need to respect that" He'd told Eren he'd help him through his heat... and he'd planned to surprise him with the trip to Draecia. Now, he'd gone and yelled a whole heap of shit, that had probably just made Eren feel even worse... In the back of his brain, his alpha was wounded. He'd never shared a rut with anyone, or had anyone he'd ever wanted to spend it with. He'd planned it all in his head. How he'd take care of Eren... The mage had been both excited and nervous over it. They'd talked about precautions and made sure that Eren had enough herbs to get through. He'd even said he was grateful not to spend his heat alone because of the pain. Yet, he'd just found out the alpha who'd promised him all of this, was to be wed to someone else. No wonder Eren was devastated. Maybe if he hadn't started yelling, Eren would have let him in? "He... he has painful heats..." "Which I'm sure his magic will help to ease, now that he seems to have some measure of control over it. I know you're angry, but you need to calm down. I can smell your rut starting" Probably because Eren's heat had "I've drafted a letter to Petra, asking her to come to discuss the marriage. I had wanted to continue our conversation, but that shall have to wait. Would you like me to push back the trip to Draecia?" "No. It'll go ahead... you should leave now. I need to prepare" "Very well. For what it's worth, Eren is the one being immature" "His reaction is justified. Please ask the guards to stay away. I don't think I can stand to have them in the hall" "You can't go unguarded" "I will be fine. It's them who are in danger. Eren's in heat down the hall. His magic out of control, as you said, and anything could happen. You'll also need to find another room for this week" "Do you really think that's necessary?" Levi gave a firm nod. His alpha was on edge. His emotions a mess, even before moving close enough to feel Eren's pain clearly. The mage was more than likely going to cast during his whole heat "Yes" "Very well" * Outside the castle, Eren had cast a storm cloud large enough to cover the whole castle grounds by accident. The rain falling in a steady gloomy drizzle that matched the tears that ran down the brunettes face, while lightening struck at the aged stonework as he writhed and cried out in pain, over his heat pains rising at the start of each of his waves. With his nose buried in the fur blanket Levi had allowed him to keep, nothing gave him relief. His touches weren't Levi's firm touches. His moans and cries weren't in pleasure from being filled by the man. Nothing he did eased his pains, with each thought of Levi bringing fresh tears to his eyes. He felt so fucking guilty over his shitty behaviour. He'd punched himself in the face in attempt to finish his crybaby self off. Levi had been so angry, yet he hadn't used a command. He'd come to him, thinking Eren would let him in and talk to him. He'd heard him knocking. He'd felt the pull of their bond and the pain of breaking a command. He could feel both each time Levi struck the wall, his magic rushing to heal Levi. But... he couldn't let him in. It wasn't safe to let him in. If he saw Levi, he wouldn't be able to keep his head, and both of them could end up in an even worse situation. Plunging into a heat driven fever of delirium, Eren had no way of knowing he was only just reaching the peak of his heat. Day three of five. It'd felt like years since it'd begun. His magic not only limited to outside the castle anymore, as the floor of his room now covered in thick snow, while his body felt as if it were burning. Levitating above his bed, his chapped lips moved in silent prayers, as deep whines came from his throat, calling for Levi to come to his side and for the man to save him. The worst of the sensations was the skin across his cheeks and nape, it felt as if it was peeling from the heat, almost the same way a butterfly emerged from a cocoon, yet the splitting seemed to repeat over and over. Every bone in his body throbbed, his muscles cramping and spasming. But even passing out had been denied to him by his magic. It was working nonstop to keep him from waking completely and feeling the full extent of his pain. He was awake and yet not. He knew what was happening, yet didn't. He could see his mother there, yet knew she'd passed. He could hear Levi's voice reassuring him that he'd be alright as he stroked his hair as he sometimes did. The slick from between his legs was no longer there, shifting from its opaque honey as it defied gravity to run up his body. The bright red liquid covering his skin in a series of marks that slid across his skin with each movement of his lips, making it seen as if he'd bathed in blood. Something was abundantly wrong with him, and wrong with this particular heat. * Levi could feel something wrong moments before the windows in his room exploded in wards. By the yells and screams, his weren't the only ones to go. The storm over the castle was gaining in momentum, the wind gusts a swirling grey that tore at the brickwork. Across the castle came the series of "pops" as each window went, yet for those experiencing it, the sound of the glass breaking was akin to that of a hand grenade blowing up just metres from your face. Levi knew Eren wouldn't be casting such potentially lethal magic if he'd been in his right mind, which had to mean the mage wasn't. Even in the peak of his rut, Eren's magic was so strong that Levi's pain wasn't there. Giving how many times he'd jacked off, he should be feeling something more than tired. Forced from his room by the storm winds, Levi staggered down to Eren's room. The wall still firmly in place, but as he placed his hands on the wall, it gave beneath his fingers, like it was made of mud and not stone. Jerking back, the space in front of him shimmered "Eren?!? It's Levi! Please! Let me in! I'm worried about you" And the state of his castle... No doubt there would be more than a little damage with all the rain, and now the exploding windows... He needed to see Eren. He needed to calm the omega and see for his own eyes that the beautiful mage hadn't transformed into some wicked beast. Watching the stone melt away, Levi was relieved. He didn't know if it was Eren or his magic that recognised the alpha was standing there, but he gasped at the sight of Eren's room. It'd turned into a kind of winter wonderland. Thick snow covered the floor, while icicles hung from the room. For someone who grew ill in the cold, the room was Eren's personal hell made real. Forcing himself forward, the cold of the snow bit at Levi's bare feet, but where he stepped began to melt as if he'd brought spring upon the room. With Eren's room being so much smaller than his own, he reached Eren's side in a handful of well placed steps. He'd never seen anything like this before. Sure. He'd seen Eren floating when sleeping. That seemed to be a particularly ingrained quirk of the brat, but the marking across his skin, and the steam rising from it... It scared him. Even his alpha shied away from the desire to touch the teen in favour of strongly recommending he didn't. Levi, of course, ignore the voice in the back of his head. Reaching out, he "lifted" Eren into his arms. Eren immediately falling into his hold with his full weight, as the markings on the omegas skin, rushed to disappear upwards towards Eren's hair, with a haste so fast Levi was surprised they didn't make a "whoosh" as they went. Carrying Eren from his room and back to his, Levi didn't have any particular plan. Eren had finally let him in, but was at his mid-heat peak, probably not even conscious to what he doing. He smelt divine, and Levi was only human... but what he'd seen scared him. The best he could do was to carry Eren to his bed, climbing on top and pulling Eren into his hold. He didn't care that the door was open, or that they were both naked. Eren had been suffering, while making sure Levi was alright, despite how he must feel towards him. The omega had let himself fall into this state because he was young and scared. He really was a kid at the end of the day, and needed more care and attention than he'd ever admit.

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🏰⚔️ DMODT- 16. Ok. So I decided the next bit didn't fit

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 7 years

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Bad Choices the final chapter

55 is posted Not saying I made myself cry... but it's always hard finishing a fan fic A month had passed in a haze, Eren had recovered completely and Reni was growing everyday, Levi had never felt such content and happiness, but both mates were now facing one truth. Supplies had started to run low, they'd have to return to either HQ or Capital to replenish their supplies, something neither particularly wanted to do. As well as the fact Eren was positive he was pregnant again, Levi didn't want to risk trying to live out the harsh winter, with being so isolated, relying on meager trappings from the forest. Outside the windows the work had already started to turn white, soon they'd be completely snowed in. They'd have maybe a few days to completely decide, Eren was adamant he didn't want to leave. But in the end the choice was made for them both. Both men were preparing for bed, Eren had just bathed himself and Reni and Levi was giving the kitchen a final once over, when a knock fell upon the door, they tense and watched as the door swung open, to reveal a very happy Hanji. It didn't take long before she and the rest of their friends were spilling into the inns warm hall. All Eren and Levi could do was look at them in shocked surprise, they hadn't expected their friends to show up, both supposing that Ymir must have given Hanji the directions. "I don't suppose you have any coffee left, it's cold out there..." Levi nodded and moved to the kitchen, neither he or Eren were coffee drinkers, well not at the rate Hanji was, it was the one supply they had in abundance. Eren took a place at the table, next to Hanji, their friends were too busy eyeing the rooms exterior and were yet to sit. The woman immediately reached out for Reni and Eren passed his son over to her. "Oh Eren, he's gorgeous... he really does look like his namesake" Eren stared at her in confusion. How did she know what Reni had looked like in their alternate life? "We have a lot to tell you, but first..." Hanji smacked him upside the back of his head "What were you thinking! Just up and running off! You changed the whole war and then you just ran off like it didn't matter at all..." Eren continued to stare and Levi returned with a tray of coffee, their friends finally came to join them at the table, it was hard not to feel so self conscious now that their private sanctuary had been invaded. "Hanji, you're scaring him, you need to explain things from the start... and I hope you brought supplies, we're just about out..." "Of course I did Levi! You think we'd move in without bringing our own things... that wouldn't be very professional of us at all..." "Move in...? Since when did we give you permission to move in?" "We couldn't leave you three here for winter alone!" "4... its 4 not 3..." Eren corrected her in a low voice, one hand coming to rest on his stomach "Whaaaaa! You work fast!" "Well it's only a feeling at the moment..." Eren kept his eyes firmly focused on his stomach, he could almost hear his friends thoughts, Levi reached out and took his hand, squeezing it comfortingly. He couldn't face Armin and Mikasa at the moment, out of all of them, he feared what their faces would tell him, the most. "Sasha and Jean, why don't you two go with Connie and start bringing the supplies in..." "I hope you know you aren't moving in here, you can use any of the other houses..." "Relax, it's just food and stuff that needs to come in for the night, we'll sort out bedding in the morning..." "Now, are you going to explain why you're even here...?" "Well, I'm sure Eren would have told you what happened with Zeke, Levi he was amazing! He used the coordinate and everything..." Levi glared at Eren, the teen could only shrug "No, he didn't actually, he doesn't remember what happened..." "Eren! You don't know? You used the coordinate, you showed everyone your memories of your last life and this one! It was brilliant, you completely swayed the king, they killed Zeke and everything!" "Hanji, take a slow deep breath and remember, talk s-l-o-w-e-r..." Hanji's grin didn't fade, she gently played with Reni's small fingers, their son was still sleeping soundly. "Well, after Eren stormed out and cleared a heap of the titans from the walls, he turned them back against the Marley troops and then Zeke and him got into it, apparently Eren got his arse handed to him. Anyway while Zeke was on top of him Eren activated the coordinate, and basically the King of Marley was completely moved by Eren's story, it proved to him we weren't Marley's enemy, that we were completely ignorant about our own past, and how Ymir wanted none of this... if Eren had stayed he would know all this!" Eren raised his head to look at the woman, he knew she was only joking but it still stuck in his chest uncomfortably. "After that, they killed Zeke, and the King himself carried Eren back to the gates, he spent everyday asking if Eren had awoken yet. You can image how annoyed he was to find Eren had taken off, but fortunately he's still busy with Historia so he couldn't come with us, I'm sure he would have if he could have" Levi rolled his eyes, entitled people seemed to think they could have everything their way. Eren let out a small yawn, he'd been tired since well before his friends had barged in. Levi shot his omega a side glance, his eyes were beginning to droop, he was clearly struggling. "Alright Hanji, we'll finish this in the morning. Eren's falling asleep here, you all can sleep down here for the night, but if you here screaming, don't say you weren't warned. Levi smirked at Eren's horrified face, Hanji burst out laughing and Reni woke with a loud grizzle. "Tch. Now look what you've done!" Eren took Reni back from Hanji. He settled his child against his chest, he knew Reni's "I'm hungry cry" it wasn't as high pitches as his "I'm not happy" one. Levi began to gather the mugs from the table, Jean, Sasha and Connie were still carrying boxes in. Mikasa and Armin however were staring at Eren in almost aw, well aw for Armin and almost jealousy for Mikasa. He knew it had to sting just a little, for her, that Eren had one son and another child on the way. He rinsed the mugs clean and placed them on the kitchen sink to dry. He'd rewash them in the morning anyway. When he returned, the three teens were straightening out bedding across the rooms floor. Someone had fed more wood into the fire place and the warmth was leaving, even him, sleepy. He took Reni from Eren before helping his omega up and wrapping one hand around his waist, his omega mumbled a sleep "goodnight" and Levi lead him up to bed, before putting their son to sleep across from them. Eren was snoring softly when he returned, he couldn't blame the brat for being tired, they'd both grown comfortable these last few weeks, frequently napping between bouts of sex, their days lazy and spent in a blissful love filled haze. He stripped off his thick shirt and climbed in behind Eren, pulling his love to his chest. He couldn't deny he wanted to know the rest of what was going on, but he wanted to hear it with Eren. * Hanji woke them the next day, Levi was less than amused and Eren felt nauseated by her breakfast offering, he pulled the blanket back over his head and snuggled down trying to hide. "Hanji, remind me again... why didn't I throw you out last night?" "Because I'm still technically your commanding officer, and this is the new site for the Survey Corps HQ..." "What happened to the old one?" "It was destroyed, we aren't sure how though..." Eren cautiously peaked out from under the blanket, he'd rolled so that Levi's leg was against his face, he now shifted so stare up at Levi, the alpha smiled down at him, obviously not caring about the possessions he'd lost. "Tch. So are you going to finish explaining, or just sit there and be annoying" "No need to be so cranky! And here I thought you having Eren had mellowed you out..." "Cut it. What happened to Erwin, Petra, Olou and Gunther?" Hanji took a deep breath, her smile dropped "When the airships first arrived over the city, Erwin dispatched the three of them to perform recon, but Marley was more prepared then we could have imagined... they injected people with the titan serum and pushed them out of the ships. They'd all turned by the time they hit the ground... Erwin headed out as soon as he heard, but he arrived too late, the three had been killed and half eaten, Erwin nearly died then too, his arm was bitten clean off. He managed to get back to us, but went into shock. His body shut down and he died a few hours later..." Eren snaked and arm up around Levi's waist, he knew his alpha was hurting. Regretting never having the chance to make up with his friends. "I retrieved their patches... I have them with me" "Thanks Hanji" Hanji nodded, giving Levi a moment to collect his thoughts. "Alright..." "Well, you see after the King was taken into custody, he would only meet with Historia... oh her and Ymir are getting married soon, I brought your invites along... but as I was saying, he'd only meet with Historia, he was apparently very taken back by her gentle ways, even with what Eren had showed us all, it seemed he'd expected her to be more beast like. He and Historia have taken upon acting along the lines of Eren's proposal. It's going to take sometime for the general population of Marley to accept us, so they are working on a 5year plan to disband the there titan project, especially now that both their titans have been lost... he initially only wanted to talk to Eren, but once it was made clear that that wasn't an option, he stuck firmly to only talking with Historia. He's also been supplying us with information on the countries that Marley shares it borders with. He's planning to offer an official pardon to the Eldian Revolutionists and pay for their relocation costs. Well that's provided they want to..." "What happened with Hanna?" "She's already been taken back to Marley, she was a complete mess, it seems her actions are weighing heavily on her conscious" Levi snorted "So they should" "And that bring us pretty much up to our arrival last night. Historia gave us everything we needed, and then some. She said to tell Eren he's become famous. The citizens have been pleading to meet with him, his names become synonymous with hope and freedom" Eren groaned as he blushed in embarrassment. Part of him was relieved that humanity was walking forward on its own two feet, but part of him felt he'd betrayed them all by sharing memories only he and Levi had held. "Reiner and Bertholt have since gone missing too, and Annie is still in her comatose state. But she'll also be pardoned and provided with financial security upon waking" "That's good... the memories were probably hard for Reiner and Bertholt, their paths were different this time, they weren't so alone" Eren's words were met with silence as they all contemplated the two men. Eren hoped they'd find some measure of happiness. * Ymir and Historia's wedding was held in the height of spin, white petals carpeted the wedding isle. Both women beautiful in simple white dresses and wide smiled on their faces. Historia had asked Eren to walk her down the isle, she told him she owed all her current happiness to him, and thanked him repeatedly. Ymir preferred to talk the traditional place of the groom and to everyone's surprise Armin was her best man. The whole ceremony was gentle and beautiful, the cathedral overflowed with well wishers, all reduced to tears. The two women both were leaving straight after the ceremony, their honeymoon of sorts would be a month long tour of Marley. The city left in the hands of the Survey corps in their absence. This of course was delegated to Hanji and Armin. The other preferring to assist in the city rebuild. There was also still the threat of titans, none believing that the threat was eradicated yet, Hanji had even developed a system of what she called guillotines along the wall sides so that soldiers wouldn't have to risk their lives getting too close. Levi and Eren spent their time shopping for their children, well that was when they could find a moment to themselves, everyone knew who they were and seemed insisting upon telling them their own life stories, Eren had the patience for it that Levi did not. The pair were exhausted after the first week, leaving their friends they returned home. * Mikasa and Armin returned the next week, apparently they were none to impressed that Eren had once again gone off and done his own thing, they spent the days with Eren and returned to the house the squad was using at night, Eren loved his friends, but somedays all he wanted to do was sleep, and that didn't seem to be an option. Levi spent the days clearing back more land around the town, creating clearings suitable for training and small plots for gardens, he'd discovered he was actually quite good at gardening, it was a small thrill to be able to cook fresh produce for his mate. By the time Jean, Sasha, Connie and Hanji returned they were al vowing to avoid Capital unless completely necessary, it seemed Eren's memories had made them quite famous, Levi had laughed over the fact that Jean's ego couldn't stand the attention. The next few weeks were spent planning for the new recruits, Eren was trying hard to be thrilled, but he really couldn't be, he didn't like that their sanctuary was about to be further overrun. In this time Connie and Sasha had become an official item, and it seemed very likely that Mikasa and Armin would be too. The pair seemed so completely mismatched, but no one could deny their closeness, and Eren also supposed it was hard for Armin to show his scarred torso to anyone else. * It turned out that they had 15 new recruits that year, there had been more who requested to join, but Hanji had handpicked those she thought best, Levi and Eren had to admit the woman had chosen well, it'd only taken one glare from Levi for them all to realise that they weren't to pester Eren, for which Eren was grateful, the pregnancy was beginning to really drain him, his mood swings more extreme than they'd been with Reni, but when asked Eren would always reply that he was alright. Given his levels of fatigue, Hanji had ordered bedrest from the 7th month on, Levi loved it though, when Hanji didn't have him training the recruits he was waiting on Eren, hand and foot. Though the pair was probably far more active than Hanji would have liked, Eren hungry for his alpha every night, and Levi's alpha loved every moment, especially the way Eren's stomach would shift with his thrusts. It'd become sort of their nightly routine, and a way for Eren to vent his frustrations at being confined, though even he would admit he couldn't handle stairs, hell most of the time their sex wasn't adventurous beyond missionary, Eren's stamina so little. By the 8th month, sex had been completely taken off the table. Eren struggled to stay awake most days, Hanji had warned if this kept up, she'd be forced to perform a cesarean, there was simply too much danger to Eren's life. Viren, named after his brother, was delivered by c-section. Eren had started to cramp and bleed, Hanji had made the decision. It was a hard delivery given that Eren's body wanted to heal, but she managed to safely deliver the boy with the help of Levi. The alpha refusing to leave his mate, even when she'd insisted. Eren had been awake for the procedure, Levi had helped with that, but he'd contently drifted off when he finally held his son in his arms. It was only then that Hanji admitted to Levi that it had been her first time performing that procedure, it was actually something she'd learnt from a book from Marley. He wasn't impressed and she was banished from the top floor. While Eren had slept, Levi cleaned his omega, having already cleaned Viren straight after he was "born". He was relieved to see that the damage had already healed, the only tell tale signs Eren had been pregnant was the slight podge around his middle. Levi removed Viren from Eren's arms and placed him in the crib in the nursery, he lifted Eren from the bed and stripped it before remaking it and laying Eren back down, is omega looked so peaceful in his sleep. Eren slept a few more hours before waking, Levi had already moved to retrieve Viren once Eren had made signs of waking. The teen gushed over the tiny baby and Levi pressed kisses to his temple, soaking in the love in the room. * The next 9 years were spent happily, for the most part. Reni was now 10, Viren 9 and their twin daughters Eve and Evi were 4. To those who didn't know the age gap seemed a bit more normal between Viren and the twins, but what they didn't know was about the miscarriage Eren had had when Reni was 3. Reni had been playing near the top of the stairs, Eren'd been just next door, finishing dressing Viren for the day. He'd panicked when he'd spun round and found Reni gone, he'd found the boy about to fall, his son had over balanced on the stairs, Eren hadn't even thought about it before launching himself at his son and pushing him back, his own body falling awkwardly down the stairs and he didn't even remember hitting his stomach. He hadn't known he was pregnant either, everything had been so chaotic with the squads return earlier that day. Reni had screamed from the shock and Levi had been the one to find Eren, his omega obviously in shock himself as blood began to leak down his thighs, he refused to have Hanji examine him, instead he'd buried his face in Levi's neck and the alpha had carried him up to their bed. Hanji took their two sons for the next week, Eren hadn't wanted them to leave, but he also admitted that he couldn't care for them properly, the cramming and bleeding made it hard to even get up, Hanji's medication helped, but didn't fully elevate the pain and discomfort. After that Eren began to push everyone away, except for his children. Even going back onto contraceptives, not that he let Levi touch him for 6 months after the incident. It was a long hard road before Eren was finally comfortable and emotionally stable enough to become intimate with his mate again, Levi had been supportive of his needs, even allowing the omega to "top", as Eren seemed terrified of falling pregnant again. The twins had taken them both by surprise. Eren's stomach had only been very slightly larger than with Reni, when he'd gone into labour, Levi cried at the sight of his first daughter, her beautiful pale skin and thick dark brown hair, he couldn't believe he'd actually fathered such a beauty. He didn't know if he was going to be able to raise a girl, they seemed so much more complicated then boys. He'd taken her and begun cleaner her when he heard Eren moaning in pain again. He'd thought the omega was merely uncomfortable and finished cleaning his daughter, when he'd turned around he'd been shocked to see his mate bearing down, it took him a moment to realise that Eren was once again giving birth, he forced back the panic to deliver the other beautiful girl, she looked exactly like her sister, but what really got him was the look on Eren's face. His mates eyes wide, his cheeks red and lips parted, sweat dripping from his brow, but above all was the look of shock and awe, almost a case of "did I really just do that". Both girls were to perfect and with Evi coming from L-Evi, Eve seemed the perfect name for her sister. They knew their friends would laugh, but both men didn't care. Once both girls were settled in Eren's arms, Levi finally went and retrieved their sons, the boys both confused and excited, talking quietly and trying their best to be gentle. Levi hadn't told anyone it'd been twins, only that he wanted the boys to be the first to meet their new addition. Needless to say that when he came back down and filled them in, their friends had been more than shocked. Hanji insisted that they needed a photo, she'd been given a camera from Marley, and the family took their first photo. Levi with his arms around Eren, Viren and Reni in their laps and the twins in their arms. The photo was proudly displayed in the inn, one of the recruits had turned out to be a talented artist and he'd redrawn the scene larger for them. That copy hung in their room. After that things were hectic, two babies that seemed to coordinate their needs to be at the exact same time, or one would cry just as the other started to fall asleep, the mates were grateful for Aunty Hanji stepping in and saving the day more than once. Mikasa and Armin had both decided they wanted to see the world before children and Sasha and Connie were of the same mind. Jean had found love with one of the trainee girls and Levi gave him shit for it as often as he could. Of the original squad only Hanji remained single, but she didn't seem to care, she said herself she was married to science and Marley had opened a whole new world for her. Paradis and Marley now had an open trade agreement, once in a while one group or the other would stumble upon a titan or two, even once coming across a group who seemed intent on reviving the titans. It'd been a long time, but finally things were stable between the two countries. When the twins grew older, Levi would sometimes go out on missions, or Eren if it was with his friends, that's not to say he didn't make friends with the recruits, after all after 9 years they were hardly strangers, and hardly recruits. But he didn't have that same history as he did with the others so it was harder to form the same bond, especially given that he was more interested in running the inn and chasing after his family, than going out to scout the land. No sign was found of Reiner and Bertholt, it'd become assumed they'd left Paradis soon after the ending of the war, soon they fell from their friends minds as they all grew busy with their own lives. Annie had awoken after 3 years, she'd promptly left to carve out her own future. Ymir and Historia had opted not to have children, though they'd agree that if anything catastrophic was to happen, they'd take all four of Eren's and Levi's. * Eren didn't want to tell Levi something was wrong. It'd been harder and harder lately to get out of bed, his head throbbing, and his whole body was shiver and shake uncontrollably, it was getting harder and harder to hide from his mate. Yawning he stretched out in bed, his hips throbbing from the previous nights activities. Even after 10 years of being bonded, their sex life was still very much active, sometimes even sneaking off for not so secret sex in the forest, Eren loved the thrill of "anyone could catch us, at any moment". Levi loved that Eren had been able to love himself again and find a way to become comfortable enough for such adventures. He winced as he pushed himself up, noticing that both his feet were numb, pulling back the blankets, he nearly screamed. Much like Annie had hardened her shell, the same power had hardened his feet and it ran all the way up the backs of his calves, pushing on the afflicted area, he felt nothing. No sensation or warmth, just cold stone. Tears formed in his eyes, he remembered something about the curse of Ymir Fritz, but he had never thought it would happen to him. He'd thought that the curse was the mental instability of the royal bloodline, the insanity that had driven them to suicide. It seemed not so in his case. Cautiously he slid from the bed, he could walk, but just barely. He could feel the affliction spreading. This was it. He was almost glad that Levi and the children had already headed out for the day. Levi would have them working the fields before it got too hot. Moving to the wardrobe he pulled out his Survey uniform. Even though he was still considered an officer, and a new uniform ordered each year, it's been a long time since he'd actually worn it. The fabric felt like an old friend as he pulled the uniform on. His boots were even worse, the lack of flexibility in his feet meant having to unlace them completely before being able to put them on, the last uniform piece he placed on was his manoeuvre gear, Hanji had vastly improved it with the use of Marley technology, but it still held the same basic shape and principles of use. Sitting on the bed he didn't know what to do, he couldn't stop the process, that much he was certain of, but he didn't want to just "die", hell he didn't want to die at all. The idea of leaving his children broke his heart, especially as Reni was the same age as he'd been when he lost his own mother. His fingers fumbled as he stretched to reach the bedside table, it's taken a few attempts to open the draw and withdraw a pencil and some paper, Levi kept it there for when the twins wanted to draw and scribble in their room. He didn't know how to sum up all he felt "I love you and thank you for loving me" He'd written and scrunched up a small pile of paper before settling on this one sentence. He knew that Levi knew the true extent of his feelings and prayed his alpha would be able to raise their children, he prayed for Levi's happiness, he couldn't apologise enough to his alpha for what was happening, and it wasn't like apologising was going to change the fact. He folded the paper and wiped his eyes, kissing it he placed it upon Levi's pillow and forced himself up, his feet were little more than dead weight and he had to shuffle and lift his legs to move. "Walking" outside, he positioned himself in front of the well, the central part of the town. He took one last look around the town and took a deep breath. He fixed his pose and his body began to rapidly harden, turning him into a statue. Ymir and her power dying with him. * Levi had come through the back door, the girls had picked so many berries and he was looking forward to feeding them to Eren lately. He hoped that it might sweeten and loosen his tongue. He knew his omega was keeping something from him, but usually when given time, Eren would confide in him. He gathered a small handful and rinsed them before asking the boys to help the twins wash the rest, he headed up to the room he shared with his love, only to be met with confusion. His omega wasn't there and there was letter on his pillow, he read the note, his eyes began to tear and the berries fell from his grip, momentarily forgotten. He cast a glance around the room and realised the wardrobe was open... Eren was gone? No... Levi clutched the letter as he ran down the stairs and out the front door. He slowly spun in a circle once outside, it took a moment before he realised that something was off, turning back towards the well, he realised what. Levi's body shook as he forced himself towards the figure of Eren, he could tell immediately what had happened and the howl he let out resonated through the whole town. His alpha shattered, just like his heart, all he could do was sink to his knees and howl in despair. Hanji had come running at his heart wrenching cries. Her own wails soon joined his as she sunk down next to the alpha, he her friend close, the man clutching at her shirt, sobbing. It only took a few moments before the others joined them, the twins running over to their father, clearly confused as he pulled them up against him, Reni and Viren took a moment before realising something was very wrong. The statue of their mother hadn't been there before, and it was so very life like. Though both confused, they wrapped their arms around their father and sisters. The small family in a world of pain. * Reni and Viren both followed in their footsteps, joining the military. Reni was as Eren suspected an alpha and Viren an omega. The girls were both betas, and chose to spend their later years exploring. Levi never left the town after Eren had "died", he'd spend hours sitting and talking to his lover, it was the first thing he'd do every morning. He hoped he'd done enough to make his mate proud. The first year had been the hardest. The corps had suspended all missions and Hanji had basically moved into the inn, Levi altering between anger and sitting for hours catatonic. It was heart breaking to watch. The twins didn't understand and would cry for Eren, the boys held it together a little better, they seemed to feel obligated to step up and care for Evi and Eve. Levi would also alternate between needing them near and having their friends take them camping or exploring, he didn't want to deprive them of a childhood, Eren wouldn't want it and neither did he. Out of all their friends Sasha was the first to fall pregnant, Mikasa not long after, she and Armin named their son Eren and Levi had sobbed over the tiny boy, Sasha immediately decided that her daughter was marrying him. Jean and his girlfriend, who was funnily enough named Hannah, also had a girl, but that was 3 years later. They made the decision to only notify Historia and Ymir of Eren's death, they all felt it was best for Eren's death not to be advertised, as far as the public knew, the omega had found his own happiness and hope. They wouldn't shatter the image they held. Hanji started a new project after Eren's death. She'd begun to write a complete record of everything they'd all been through, she called the book she'd created her letter to those 2000 years in the future. * Levi chose to take his own life in the end, it'd been 20 years since Eren's death and he'd raised 4 amazing children, all of which had their own paths now. He'd mixed in Hanji's strongest sleeping medication into his evening tea. He'd dressed in his own uniform before heading down to sit with Eren's statue. He hoped his lover wouldn't be mad, but everything was so painful these days, the years of pushing his body so hard had caught up. He downed the bitter brew before pressing a kiss to Eren's cold stone lips, tears ran silently down his face and he slowly sat down against Eren. That was how Hanji had found him the next morning. The death seemed so tragically beautiful, Levi had lasted much longer than she'd expected, she couldn't fault him at all for it.

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