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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M, F/M Fandom: Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan Relationship: Levi/Eren_Yeager, Moblit_Berner/Hange_Zoë, Sasha_Blouse/Connie_Springer, Levi/side_characters Character: Armin_Arlert, Mikasa_Ackerman, Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Hange_Zoë, Petra_Ral, Jean_Kirstein, Connie_Springer, Sasha_Blouse, Annie Leonhart, Berthold, Kuchel_Ackerman, Erwin_Smith, Furlan_Church, Isabel Magnolia, Krista_Lenz_|_Historia_Reiss, Moblit_Berner Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Omega_Verse, Bottom_Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Omega_Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Top_Eren_Yeager, Alpha_Eren_Yeager, Submissive_Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Dominant_Eren_Yeager, Eventual Smut, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Praise_Kink, Mating_Cycles/In Heat, Levi_Is_Bad_At_Feelings, Pining_Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), POV Third_Person, Young_Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Levi/Eren_Yeager-centric, Generous_Use_of_the_Word_Fuck, Slut_Shaming, Angst, Nightmares, Unresolved_Sexual_Tension, Slut_Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Slow_Build, but_not_that_slow, Smut, Shameless_Smut, POV_Multiple, levi_is_so_horny, And_A_Spoiled_Brat, Eren_has_to_overcome_some_things, Eren_has_bitch-o- phobia_or_something, does_that_exist, Now_it_does, Knotting, Psychological_Trauma, Sex_God_Eren_Yeager Stats: Published: 2017-05-30 Updated: 2017-06-25 Chapters: 5/? Words: 13234 ****** Can't Escape ****** by Sufforate Summary „Na, Eren.“ The sun kissed alpha blinked up; ocean greens met sultry greys. „Let’s have sex.“ OR An Omegaverse AU in which Levi has casual sex (a lot) and Eren has some kind of slut-phobia. Isn't it unfortunate that those two, out of all, are destined mates? A/N: Contact me on sufforate.tumblr.com <3 Notes I'm into this whole omegaverse trend, it's amazing. I expect this story to be short, probably 4 chapters but we'll see. I changed the rules of more known omegaverse works for the sake of this story.   Eren is 17, Levi is 18. Is that considered underage lmao See the end of the work for more notes ***** I Get What I Want ***** Chapter Summary Some explanations about A/B/O Introductions to some characters “Eren, you should really get a girlfriend”, he said as he tried balancing his pencil on his upper lip. “ It’s better than you think.” Eren rolled his eyes, stretching his back and glancing outside. The sun was shining, hovering over the busy city. It was breezy and leaves were floating around like feathers. Autumn painted leaves in exotically warm shades. Yellow, brown, red, orange being the most dominant, all kinds of in-betweens the nature offered. Autumn was Eren’s kind of season. Even if he had a bad day, the bright and welcoming colors of Trost would somehow comfort him, silently tell him the world had beauty left in the cruelness it was drowned in. “M’nah. You’re probably right, and probably is not definetely. There are other enjoyable things too“, he muttered, scrolling through his music. “No way!”, Connie jumped and cried out in pain (in a very manly way, he insisted later on) as his hot drink spilled on his thumb. “You are seventeen. I can’t watch you obsessing over fucking martial moves and ‘good food’ any longer. Get you a girl and do it quickly. You are hot. You are young. You are free. You- agh!” Connie's lips parted as betrayal was painted across his face. He palmed his hurt cheek and glanced to the tiny paperball on the floor. It had slapped his face and left a red mark. “Chill out, Con. You’re making everyone uncomfortable." Lie, Yaeger. No one else was listening to them, too occupied with their own social lifes, or the illusion of it.  “You know what I know, Eren. Everyone near you knows what you know what I know.” Connie looked serious and Eren arched his brow as he stopped his scrolling. “Your whole body gives off strange scents. It won’t last long and you’ll go savage! You’re not even in a rut! I’m being thoughtful for once, dude. Just get a girlfriend, it’s getting more and more uncomfortable around you with all of- ". He pointed at him,wiggling his index finger up and down,“this.“ “I’m trying to supress.", he said with an ounce of annoyance. "I can. You know me.“ “I know you. But...this usually doesn’t happen in such an extent, does it? I think it’s because of your extraordinary genes, but then again, I’m no pro in Alphalogy.“ Alphas were the elite of society. Small in numbers, but incredibly successful in life. Their mentality and phisique was astonishing, in many ways. They could do things faster, better, more precize than betas or omegas. At least, that was the general opinion Eren didn’t believe in. Hard work beat talent if talent didn’t work hard. You had to fight. Alphas who didn’t work on heir craft didn’t reach their full potential; they were on the same rank and skill-level as betas or even omegas. Eren never believed he was any different than other alphas. Just because he had two alphas as parents didn’t mean he was a superhuman. Nothing has happened which could point out he was special. Heck, he was the weakest child you could come across in Berlin, always picking up fights, always losing in street fights. Only grinding through heavy workouts did he build muscles, get stronger. Anybody would. It had nothing to do with him being an alpha and to him, it was hilarious how everyone assumed he was gifted in everything- he wasn’t. He knew his weaknesses. He wasn’t the ‚Elite‘ people assumed him to be. Why would he flunk on two subjects then? He knew many alphas in Trost and altough they were quick learners, skilled and witty like society wanted them, when you got to know them more you’d realize they had weak spots too. Just like betas and omegas. "Remember what your parents said:You only live once”, Connie smirked, "so get laid my son- Eeek! Stop it with those balls!" “Then don’t spit nonesense."  With a pout he layed on Eren’s desk, rolling to his left, tapping one finger after another on the baby blue surface, inspecting his red pen very carefully, reading it’s signatures, guessing it’s weight. „You look as ugly as ever, Yaeger”, the most irritating voice Eren had ever gotten to know announced. „Your sister thinks I’m hot.“ The brunette smirked and rubbed on his chin.  „Don’t remind me“, he frowned and mumbled, „I can’t even believe we share the same genes.“ Eren and Jean had a rather...unique way of communicating and outsiders quickly came to the conclusion they were enemies- which they were not, kind of. They would never admit it, but they liked hanging out with each other, throwing sarcastic remarks, sometimes punches flying. Didn’t change the fact they couldn’t stand seeing their faces, sometimes breathing the same air was triggering. A love-hate-friendship at it’s best. Eren hummed lowly, his eyes swifting to the ash-brown hair, a darker shade beneath. An undercut, ridiculous. Jean repeatedly had tried to convince everyone his hair color was ‚natural‘. Sure. And there are unicorns, titans and three walls caging humanity. Yeah, as if. "Today at four?“, Jean said in Eren’s direction after he had tugged Connie’s shoulder. „You bet“, the teal eyed student replied with a smile, not looking up from his Whatsapp as the two betas walked outside. Mikasa had sent a photo of Armin lying in bed with messy hair and the most innocent face the world had yet to see. Awake Armin was cute enough, but asleep Armin was on a whole new level. Eren felt his inner fanboy doing flips, searched for the like button, oh shit this is Whatsapp, sending a ‚thumbs up‘ per chat. Twenty minutes until lunch break is over, might as well chill in this nice weather. He used his arms as a pillow, but his paradise was plopped by something wet and cold as ice. He shuddered and green eyes ripped open to glare at the intruder pair of familiar icy blue orbs. They were soft and Eren had forgotten how much colder they were before he joined her father’s studio. The girl's mouth twitched into a smile, enjoying Eren’s reaction and put the cold drink on his desk before making herself comfortable on Connie’s chair. „What was that for”, he cussed and stopped his music awkwardly. “It looked so inviting” Annie said with a tint of amusement and lightly brushed some hair out of her face. Eren groaned, rolling his eyes. He had always admired her fighting skills the most, which led him to take part in her father’s Tae Kwon Do studio many years ago. He grinded up his ranks in the studio to the top list, even before he was identified as an alpha in middle school. It was surprising, that Annie out of all was an omega because her body screamed ‚intimidation‘ and ‚dominance‘, especially because she was so strong. No one could chose their second gender, as much as many omegas would like to. Omegas were seen as the weakest gender, usually delicate and feminine in build. They could bear children and produced slick and pheromones which would seduce alphas around them. A mated omega, however, didn’t have that luring effect on anyone but their mate. Society didn’t think highly of them. Students who thought of joining Annie and Eren’s conversations never did, since they seemed to be in another world from everyone else, unreachable. They could communicate non verbally in a scary non-telepathic way. As if they shared something others wouldn't understand. They chatted about random things until the bell rang. The blonde stood up, ruffling through the alphas messy hair, a habit she was willing to stop when one of them found a mate, before she retreated to her desk, right in front of Connie’s. After the last lesson, Eren sent a quick text to his two roommates, Armin being a beta and Mikasa being an alpha. Betas were the largest population of the world, commoners without any special abilities like alphas or omegas. Armin, however, was a genius. Every household had extra rooms for each omega, their nest they had to prepare beforehand. The states paid for the security of the rooms, doors were made of thick iron steel. The omega in heat would have a remote control for the door and a small window-like opening next to the door for communication and food supplies. In their homes omegas wouldn’t have to fear being jumped on because of their seducing pheromones, but even so the extra-room fortunately dampened and isolated their scent because it would make their family members uncomfortable. Biological family members were immune to the sexual part of their omega member’s heat. School allowed days to be taken off if your mate was in heat or in a rut so that you could take care of them. Normally you called the secretary, informing about your situation. Ruts and heats normally lasted for a week, depending on the individual. While ruts occured every three months, omegas had it worse. Heat occured every month. School had emergency ‚nests‘ for omegas underground. If a heat started during the lesson, you had to click on the red button behind the blackboard if there happened to be an uncontrollable alpha in the same room. By clicking on the button alphas would lose consciousness because of the gas. It didn't matter if the teacher was an alpha too. Omegas had to learn all of the missed school stuff once the heat was over. It was half four and soon he’d meet Jean at the back of the school like they did so often to ‚destress‘, which was going at each other like savages. Eren never gave his all but just enough so the fight lasted longer. Mikasa would be at her part time job by then and Armin would keep an eye on them through a window on the second floor while fullfilling his tasks as the class president. Connie, Berthold, Annie, Reiner and Sasha, Con’s girlfriend from their parallel class, were always there to watch or stop them before it got out of hand. Often everyone trained together since all of them were part of the Tae Kwon Do studio. Afterwards they’d meet at the front gate, grabbed something to drink and headed home. When Eren arrived home he quietly took his shoes off and closed the door, tapping into the living room and pouring himself a glass of water before drinking it in one shot.The alpha then proceeded to the TV and turned it on before he went upstairs to see how his best friends were doing. Armin was still lying on his bed and seemed to have gotten healthier, the black haired alpha snuggling into his neck. Eren smiled and closed the window, pulling a blanket over them and switching off the lights. Eren went downstairs again and made himself coffee with milk and sugar, wandering to the comfy black couch in front of their large screen. He fell asleep watching a funny movie, but his dream wasn't funny at all. That's why he stayed awake on most nights and regretted to have fallen asleep. Sleep was escape, but not for him. - The next day Eren got a notification while his lame ass teacher was talking about lame ass English Literature he aced in anyways. He blinked a few times, then sprinted outside, leaving his curious friends and cursing teacher behind. Petra had been walking down the streets when she suddenly felt her heat surfacing. In panic, she hid in a dark, empty alley and went down metal stairs after she noticed a wooden door leading to an cellar. For now, she was safe, she wrote, but it wouldn’t take long until someone found her. An alpha would have to leave scent marks on her in order for other alphas to back off. If an omega was in heat and not in safety, they had to fear being sexually assaulted and being taken advantage of. He ran downstairs, completely unaware of a male student as he was about to turn right. A sudden smell of sweetness arose. Eren bumped into the small frame and both stumbled back. The pale teen’s thin eyebrows twitched in a beautiful way. Were there beautiful ways of twitching an eyebrow? Yes, since three seconds. His lips were cherry red, facial features well defined, hooded eyes with light metal orbs. „I’m sorry“, the alpha apologized with a sheepish smile. „I didn’t see you, you are so-“ Thud. Before he could finish his sentence, the shorter male had tackled him down with strengh Eren hadn’t expected, hand on his neck. „Don’t you dare, brat“, he said nonchalantly, feeling unexpected sensations through their skinship. Eren moved up, keeping eye contact, accidently building friction between their fabrics. The short raven gasped internally, but his face stayed stoic. He saw the tips of his fingers shake, feeling the warmth of the alpha beneath him, found it unbearing to control the desire to touch him more, feel him more. A rush of sensations, like he had to embrace him, preserve him. Keep him. Have his children. Don't let him go. Levi's eyes opened wider, emotions shooting through those until now permanently frozen orbs. Small salty water drops fled his skin, down his neck to his spine, down his head to his jaw. No fucking way. In milliseconds, unfamiliar sensations were rising, Levi’s pulse fighting wars, feeling weak and strong at once. What the fuck is this? It's not time for my heat! "I’m sorry”, Eren smiled weakly. He couldn't not notice the omega's conflicted scent, tried to ignore it, scratched on his nape and glanced to the side. He had to get away, quickly. ”Could you get off of me now? I have somewhere to go”, the brunette stated. Painfully slowly the strawberry-scented teen loosened his grip, forcing his every muscle to move.  He analyzed Eren’s behind, chuckling to himself. Not exactly the Levi's type, but he never had a specific type anyway. Maybe he’d take that alpha into consideration, have some fun with him and throw him away like he always did. For some reason, his stomach flipped in an awful way and it was irritating to say the least. He pulled and brushed his clothes and hair in order, patting on some places just so that every dust that dared to touch him would fly off. Stared intensly at his hand, the one he touched the boy's neck with, remembering its warmth and texture, remembering how he had a faint scent off coffee. Remembered how he could use being an omega to his advantage, wrapping alphas, and betas, around his fingers the way he liked. Alphas were the stronger gender? Don’t make him laugh. The ones in control were omegas. Getting help when you want, receiving pleasure anytime, anywhere you want, being protected, not having to do anything unnecessarily tiring. Levi liked special treatment. Why do the dirty work if alphas obeyed you, like the dogs they were? He knew who he was aching for next time and he would not shy away from using any of his charms in order to get what he wanted. ***** Let's Have Sex ***** Chapter Notes I really just want to get to the smut part but ideas plop up and something like "plot" develops ohmygod xD Thank you for your your nice comments on the first chapter! See the end of the chapter for more notes “Destined mate?” “Yes, yes, yes!” the energy ball grinned enthusiastically, eyes sparkling. “A reaction as strong as this without being in heat, feeling the rumored ‘pull’! You’ve found your mate Levi! It’s about time! I’m so friggin happy for you!“ Their hair was blowing mildly, traces of the sun igniting the rooftop in a sensual light. The beta bit onto her lunch, munching in a way that grossed Levi out. „Eat normally, pig.“ „That’s my normal. Admit you like what you see", she wiggled her brows. The raven cringed as he spotted food crumbles around her mouth. „I swear to God, Hange, if you just leave one crumble on this couch I will kick your ass to to death.“ „As if you believe in God", she scoffed. "My Moblit will come and kick yours.“ She stuck out her tongue. He snorted and rolled his eyes.“Sure.“ After stepping out on the rooftop, they had to walk along the betonic walls and turn to the right two times in order to see the couch beneath a cloth that held rain, every edge of that cubic cloth wrapped around a wood stick held in place by two beton stones. No one really got up there. No one could. Hange had managed to get the key to the roof, miraculously. Also this furniture couldn’t escape Levi's regular deep-cleanse. The sight was gorgeous. Autumn embracing the city, the sun helping by swallowing the city in a yellowish orange, shadows of buildings and people laying next to them. Levi picked a strawberry and sucked on it. He always prepared some fruits a day before and positioned it in his lavish fridge. He then racefully sipped on his tea, prepared on the same day and transported with a thermos. The black tea they offered in school was distasteful. No love and poor flavor. Destined mate, huh. He had never payed attention in biology except in sex-ed, forgot about certain things in the long run, especially facts about destined mates and everything else not related to dicks. That alpha probably wasn’t a senior, not even 18 maybe, which meant he couldn’t react in a way Levi did. Levi knew they were destined, the alpha couldn‘t. Only after you reach your 18th birthday, you develop soulmate-sensors or shit like that. Levi enjoyed his freedom. He was content not having boundaries, relationships. All he had ever known were one night stands or friendships with certain advantages. When he was feeling like it, he grabbed an alpha or beta to-go and did unspeakable acts behind closed doors. When he was in heat he clicked on any number on his phone, saved with an ‚#‘ and ordered that person to his nest. (They raced like dogs) You weren’t ‚mated‘ until you had knotted and you couldn’t knot if you took special medication named F1402. Levi made sure he took that medication every day, just in case. There weren’t any long term side effects like heat surpressants caused, like lower birth rate due to wrecking of the insides. Levi didn't want children anyway, but the thought of his abdomen turning into mish- mash disgusted him. Additionally, heats were enjoyable if there was a willing alpha around. He stopped listening to Hange a long while ago, but suddenly his interest peaked. „Do you even know how amazing the sex between destined feels?“, she sighed „Amazing. Incomparable! That’s what I’ve heard.“ . Levi’s eyes flickered. “Is that so.“ „Levi, I’m serious. Forget everyone else. Forget. You and he- it’s bound to happen. You will not regret it. You have to give me all that juicy information. How is the sex in comparison? Does his skin change while he does it? Do his eyes change? Dick s-" A fruit was tossed at the beta with glasses, she acted rapidly and the fruit hit her throat before she gulped. „Thank you for your kindness." „Fucking savage.“ Levi closed his eyes, smelling the tea's flavour, tasting it, putting it down and poking a mini-fork into one of the bloody red strawberies and elegantly eating it like a prince from Narnia. „Being with you does influence me. Ah, ne Levi, how about we pay him a visit? What’s his name?“ „Who knows“ He rolled his eyes. He should have asked. Why didn't I ask? Tch. „What?!“ Her lunch flew in the air as she bounced backwards, but she quickly saved it. The raven shrugged. „He’s a student here, shouldn’t be too difficult to find that brat.“ „Tell me the details, I might know him. How did he look like? Voice? Height? Body type? Younger,older? Anything?“ Hange knew almost everybody, it was frightening but useful at times like these. „Let me think. Green eyes, lightly tanned, brown hair...smells like coffee and I’m not even kidding, taller than me, muscles... definetely alpha. He’s most likely one grade below us.“ „Voice, hard to describe. Low. Exciting. I like it. He also has a chain with a key around his neck...What’s with that face“ „I know who you mean! How could you not know him? That junior is known all over the city. Eren Yaeger. That hottie with the key! The only son of Grisha and Carla Jaeger, two alphas! Do you know what that means?!“ she could barely breathe, huffing like crazy, drool at the corner of her mouth. „He is the son of two alphas! When does something like this occur, an offspring of two alphas?! I don’t know, once every hundred years? Every two hundred years? I’ve always wanted to talk to him and you“, she pointed at him and imaginary sparkles shot in the air, „are my key.“ Hange fell backwards, giggling and muttering something about ‚experiments‘ and ‚potions‘ and ‚dick sizes‘ (don’t ask). „You’re not exactly the shy type.“ „Hmm, I did look for him, but he was never there. I think juniors were on a trip by then. The next days I had to cram for tests and then there was this thing with your recent buddy.“ She scoffed as she said that, thinking back at what he did to Sean and Bean. „No shit.“, he mumbled. „Junior. Has there always been someone like him here? He’s not someone you would not notice.“ Eren’s eyes were no joke. Levi usually aimed for older guys, barely giving younger one’s a second glance. Only if they were up to his standards. „No, I think he joined our school just a month ago. I’ve heard he made friends pretty quickly, some even moved with him years back, some he knew and lost contact only to meet them at this school again or something. He’s quite popular, but kind of “ She glanced at the sky, collecting her words with a concentrated furrow in her brows „ like an alien? That’s what I’ve heard. It’s like he’s in another world. Daydreams a lot. Quick learner though. Just needs a push in physics and maths." „How do you know? Should I be worried over your sanity, if there’s any left?“ „He’s friends with Petra.“ „ How come?“ Levi’s gaze quickly shot form the scenery to Hange. „Petra was his neighbour in the rural area of Berlin. According to her, Eren was the hero in the neighbourhood, always stood up for the weak. There were some pretty scary bullies. He wasn’t strong but his adoptive sister who helped was a good fighter. I think Petra didn’t tell me everything and when I asked her about his parents, she got defensive, saying I shouldn’t be so nosy.“ She took a last bite and clapped her hands „Which is fine. I’m more interested in the young Yaeger-booty anyways.“ Hange fell silent for a while, eyeing Levi with an open mouth, soon choking out of laughter. „You-you ohmygod Levi! Seriously!“ The girl wiped away imaginary tears and held her stomach. „Don’t growl at me like that!" He did? So what if? No one should make remarks like these. A flood of irritation and longing for possesion took over his heart and it did feel like shit, but what could he do? He knew those feelings were natural reactions, people grow defensive and possesive over what they desire. It's natural. Temporary. It was unfamiliar. It was uncomfortable. It was frightening. Yet it felt right wanting to scratch out her eyes. Stay in your lane, woman. Did everyone see Eren that way? He was good looking.  He shouldn’t be that good looking. Just for safety reasons. This world is too cruel for someone to be that attractive. But...  It’s not like he wants Eren for more than just for the night. He just needed to know how it was with him and if it was heavenly great, then he might as well keep him until Eren found a real mate. Someday Eren would find a mate, have kids or shit like that. It’s not like Levi cared, he wasn’t one to bond. Suddenly his strawberries tasted really sour, and the raven tossed them away. -   Eren placed his blue jeaned bag on his desk and yawned blissfully, muttering good mornings. Connie greeted back as he played on his PSP, finally glancing at Eren. His fingers stopped moving, eyes bigger than they already were. Also Reiner on his Left was staring at him, so were Annie and Jean. Berthold was reading, but looked back with the corner of his eye, a shot like Eren had murdered someone. It was awkwardly silent between the friends and Eren yawned again, louder. „Finally“ , Connie exhaled with a grin. „What.“ The fact that Eren didn’t sleep much and had bed hair suited his sleepy and irritated expression verly well. „You got laid." „What the actual fuck." Jean’s expression was priceless. „Don’t try to shit me. Who’s the lucky girl?“ Connie teased. Eren was too dizzy to add 1+1 together and instead just concentrated on imagining Connie with hair, which was hard. „Eren, you’ve grown so much.“, Reiner implied with his best dad-face, knits between his thin brows, hands on his mouth like he was parting from his beloved daughter. „Your neck“, Annie said simply, eyes cold. The teal eyed teen was puzzled, then opened his front camera. His whole neck was full of purple and red spots. „Whatever, I don’t wanna know the details.“ Connie went back to his game. „Looks like you do have the drive ifyouknowwhatimean. I almost thought you were asexual or something.“ „You do know he’s dated“ Annie voiced, eyes getting cold as she took them off of Eren. The alpha groaned. „It’s not what you think it is.“ He didn’t have the power nor felt the need to explain himself. He took a black scarf out of his backpack and wrapped it around his neck, attempting to hide those discolorations. His friends‘ mouths were still moving as he had plugged in his earphones. - ~Flashback~ After a short while Eren had run across the city -public transport was too slow- and arrived at his destination. He had used Google Maps for navigation because he wasn’t familiar with this area. Eren jumped down the cellar, a decayed, yellowish brown room with water leaking from rusty tubes. In the corner a small frame lying on the dirty ground, breaths not to be overheard, scrouched into a tiny ball, air sweet and tasty. The omega was in the middle of her heat and she called an alpha to help her. No omega could ever trust an alpha in their heat. Too many cases of rape, too many cases of omegas getting pregnant afterwards and not reporting alphas to the police because of fear, shame. Pregnant by someone other than your mate? Scandalous. If the omega happened not to have taken F1402, the rapist would become their mate if the omega didn’t already have one. In hidden areas like these, without security cameras, it was too much of a risk. It would have been safer for her to call the Omega Security line for help, but she didn’t have their phone number and no Wi-Fi to search it up. Even the most sane and educated alphas would lose their minds at an omega in heat. Alphas who worked for the police, for Omega Safety Centers, for the rights of omegas. There were cases. Better call another omega or a beta and ask them to rub a cloth on another alphas neck and wrist to rub it on herself. Scent of another alpha on an omega in heat was a huge turn off, alphas didn’t perceive it as valuable anymore. It would have been safer, but Petra decided otherwise. She couldn’t think straightly and it was a miracle she could write anything at this point, hands shaking to the rythm of her racing heart. In the heat of the moment, the only one she could think of calling was Eren, and she knew she would be safe. Eren’s muscles tensed and he slowly walked towards her, held her bridal style after he had rubbed her neck and wrists with his wrist. He controlled his breathing, taking one step at a time. For a moment he stopped and meditated as the whining and slicking omega purred into his chest. Stuttering and whining, quick hot breaths and apologies as she nibbled on his neck again and again. Before Eren carried her all the way to her house, he took off his jacket that was way too big on her and wrapped it around her, so that she couldn't be recognized by bypassers. He grabbed her keys and layed her on the bed of her nest, doing everything she instructed. Petra lived alone. After calling a mutual trustworthy omega friend who'd take care of her in the neighbourhood, he felt easy enough to go home. ~   Levi had a plan. A plan that always worked. So it didn’t take him long to take action, full of ever-lasting confidence. In the morning, he took extra time putting an outfit together. He hummed as he went out of the shower, a milky white towel embracing his lower area and another one around his neck, small drops dripping off his pitch black hair once in a while. He chose his favorite black skinny jeans ripped on some parts of the knee, hugging his ass in all the right places and a grey, loose sweather, leaving a spacy part of his neck and collarbone area exposed. He liked it simple, because taking it off would be simple too. He imagined the chocolate haired alpha ripping his sweather apart, tossing him at the wall and hungrily exploring his pale skin. Doing unspeakable things, making unspeakable sounds against the wall. He didn't even realize his whines as his body heat fired up. White socks, white underwear, best quality. A few shots of seductive perfume. He’d get laid today. His light grey eyes contemplated his reflection on the large mirror on his majestic wardrobe and smirked, satisfied with what he saw. Kuchel, his mother, drove him to school and gave him a peck on his cheek, wishing him fun. Oh, he will have fun, he thought. With his bag thrown over his shoulders he walked towards the entrance. - Not long did he need to find Eren’s class and immediately did he see his target with bed hair so sexy he had never seen before. All thirty pairs of eyes on him, exept for the relevant pair looking outside the window, the head of the holder placed on his hand. Levi knew he was an attraction. 'Omega bitch' they called him, while they couldn’t deny they very much would appreciate a night to see how his flesh tasted like. After all, his whole being was seduction alone, girls and boys the like hoping for a chance with him. He walked over, standing before the alpha and leaning down, placing one palm on his desk, the other still holding his bag. Eren stopped his music as he noticed him. „Na, Eren “ The sun kissed alpha blinked up, ocean eyes met sultry greys. „Let’s have sex.“   Chapter End Notes Thanks for all the comments and kudos :) It inspires me to continue <3 ***** A Loud Thud ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes Eren was tired. Everything was so loud, so noisy, yawning on his way, being barely awake as a large group of little children crossed the streets with non- functioning traffic lights, subtly walking beside them and keeping an eye out for cars and the likes. Last night he hadn’t slept much, cramming for the subjects he might flunk in and redreaming the same nightmares he had since years. When a certain boy walked up to him, he woke up from his daze, blinking several times as grey eyes were holding his encaged. Gasps, whistles and chatter errupted around them. Was this some kind of movie? The boy in front of him was lean but delicate, dipped into confidence and intimidation. Probably more like anger and desire. The raven felt his pulse, heartbeat echoing and beating like drums all the while his eyes caught Eren’s neck. His alpha had hickeys. His alpha smelled like another omega. Levi didn't realize how he quickly started to call Eren 'his alpha'. He had never done that before, but it felt too true not to be spoken aloud. He bit inside his bottom lip, tasting iron liquid. Too early. Eren didn't have a faint smell of an omega like the first time they met, this was incomparable. His suspicions had been proven to be true as his angered half lidded eyes slowly swifted down Eren's face to his neck, jaw clenching, rage boiling inside him. His fingers ached to dig into his tan flesh, scrub every discoloration off and in the haze, he was almost about to do so. In the haze, he would have done anything, anything ,just to eliminate this foreign scent on his skin. In the haze, he would have done anything, biting through flesh, marking avery spot and more. How easy would it be to blame it on the haze. Hungry eyes pierced through Eren's neck, reaching out, closing the space between skin and fangs, almost there. If only the alpha’s voice didn’t interrupt him, grabbing Levi’s wrist, halting his movement. „Excuse me?“ The taller boy was speechless, ignoring Levi’s frustrated scent but concentrating on the words that left the raven’s thin mouth like a simple melody. „Let’s have sex.“ he repeated alluringly, driven by his madness, forming it into new energy, making sure he leaned down enough in order to show more of his skin, and it worked. Teals swifted down, mouth twitching, inspecting him in a matter of second. It was no secret the alpha liked what he saw. "You’re welcome” Levi breathed as he pressed an index finger onto the Eren’s lips, eyes drifting to his neck again, hissing at those discolorations, but when feeling the alphas breaths on his skin reliving the sweetness he felt on their first encounter. He caressed Eren’s cheek with back of his hand, fighting hard not to look at the sinful neck, until he arrived at his chin and tilt it up. Every second he was near Eren, he more and more got drunken on the thought of ‚Mine‘ . There was no room for fear or second thoughts. Minutes passed and it felt like an eternity of silence, everyone holding their breath, until Eren stood up, feeling Levi flinch by the loss of touch, walking towards the white door. „Come.“ „Naw it was getting exciting“, Connie screamed, while an blond omega frowned, other students unable to stop their whistles, cheers and claps, girls and Reiner being the most agressive ones. Eren got grabbed by his shirt and locked eyes with an dirty blonde haired beta, the angriest horseface painted across his visage. „Damnit you asshole!“ „What- Not now!“ „Who cares! I’m so jealous!“ „Ha, what are you even talking about?!“ Eren resolved the situation with a technique he had learned way back, taking hold of his wrist, turning it outwards and shoving his shoulder with his other hand while kicking his legs. Jean crashed down in slow motion and Eren’s eyes turned back to the amused omega before making a head gesture as a sign to follow him. Levi felt proud as he eyed his alpha from head to toe, carried himself confidently, hips softly moving from one side to the other, internally flipping off everyone else, body burning for what was to come. It was as easy as always. If the alpha could restrain his titan a bit longer, which he surely wouldn’t be able to, Levi would have the time to lead him into his nest their school offered every omegan student. The nests were underground, a long hall with many steel doors, cold and grey while the nests themselves were every omega's heaven. Levi fantasized on his way, picturing how he was dominated by the alpha, shudders rinning down his spine. He was getting laid. Like so getting laid. He heard himself purr and he licked his lips, biting them occasionally to make sure they were soft and ready for the alpha to nibble on. The others could stare at their old ass teacher as long as they wanted, while Eren and he would be screwing like rabbits right next door. Eren stopped in front of the empty infirmary and opened the door, gesturing Levi to go inside first. Oh, so that’s what he liked. Sex in the infirmary. Not bad, Yaeger. Cliche, but not bad. Levi tossed his bag on a chair next to one of the white beds and immediately straddled up on of the the milky blank beds, legs spreaded apart in his sitting positon. He was about to free himself of his annoying grey sweather, arms crossed when Eren spoke up. „Stop.“ The alpha sighed, scratching his neck and looking like he searched something on Levi’s face. „Just stop.“ Levi blinked a few times. „What“ „You can tell your friends you did the dare, don’t force yourself to sleep with someone just because of a stupid game. I won’t tell anyone.“ Levi furrowed his brows, taking in what the alpha just said. „I’m not playing Truth or Dare.“ „Then, you lost a bet?“ „No.“ „You have debts.” “No.” “Then wh-“ „Why do you think people want to fuck, Yaeger“ , he whispered in a deep voice, pulled Eren closer to him and slung his arms around the alpha’s strong shoulders, pushing him closer to the edge of the bed, lightly digging his nails into his neck. Just a touch and Levi was swoon. The smell so triggering. Like the coffee he hated, like the alpha he wanted, like an omega that was not him. Closer, closer, hearing Eren’s sharp breaths, feeling a cheek next to his silky hair as he started licking,slowly tracing up. Omegas jumping on Eren wasn’t something he never experienced. It had gotten easier to resist, year after year. All those years he had fought back his most carnivoral desires, all these years he had perfectioned his resistance of seductive omegan scents, all that he accomplished while others gave in immediately and he was proud. He wasn’t controlled by his desires. But now, as he stood before this stranger, some parts seemed to crumble. He sniffed around, a new smell hitting his nosetrils. Unique. Every touch of the omega caused incomparable errections on his skin, body tensing. „Are you out of your mind.“ he scolded, jaw clenched together, brows furrowed beneath the brown locks and eyes like green fire. He stepped back, escaping the omega's touch, but Levi reached out for him, not willing to part, whimmering as he grabbed air. He controlled his breaths, collecting his thoughts, which was hard as fuck, but managable. Eren was skilled in controlling.  An omega submitting to an alpha produced extensive pheromones and scents, their whole body consciously or uncosciously trying to lure the alpha in. „How can you offer yourself like that? Don’t you think you’re more valuable than asking a stranger for that?“, he gritted with a low voice. He didn’t pay mind when some of the people he knew were screwing around, it didn’t affect him nor did he care. He knew it wasn’t for him and that was it. But if a certain omega would walk up to him and suggest his body it did concern him, since it was about him. Eren didn’t want ‚casual‘. He could never have sex with someone who didn’t agree to belong him and vice-versa. He realized it during his last relationship, where his girlfriend refused to mate even after they’d been together for a year. On a sidenote, that’s probably why everyone thought he was straight. Levi on the other hand didn’t have a hard time seperating sex from emotion. He didn’t need to feel any attachment aside his desire. Levi spoke with voice he didn’t recognize as his, saying something he never thought he would ever say. And in that moment, he didn't care, he'd use every trick he had in order to persue Eren. Alphas wanted to protect omegas, reassure them, it was in their biology. Levi knew. „Am I not good enough?“, he whimmered, looking at Eren like a hurt rabbit. Eren’s pupils widened. „No, I mean yes-“ He didn’t want Levi to feel self- conscious about his looks. „You are amazing“ Those few words accompanied by Eren’s honest expression relaxed Levi and Eren exhaled. „Then why.“ By now, Levi was sitting on the bed with his legs tumbling above the ground, wide spread legs, hands holding the soft material in front of his crotch Eren forced himself not to look at. „You don’t even know me. You can’t just come up to me and offer sex. It’s wrong.“ „I know you’re Eren and what’s so wrong about it?“ It wasn’t just any omega asking him, it was Levi, L-e-v-i. He froze for a moment and looked up at Eren. „Do you know who I am?“ „No“ He rubbed on his chin. „I’m Levi?“ Lightly ruffling through his hair as he looked at the floor, he mumbled,„No, sorry“ „Oh.“ Levi wanted him to know, tell him about his worth, how many would kill to sleep with him but nothing, but an „Okay“ left his lips. Eren would find out about his reputation sooner or later anyway, and being so passionately against flings, he’d surely refuse. The omega had to act quickly, before anyone told him who he was, who he was not ashamed of being until now. Suddenly it was hard to breathe, chest-clenching and painful sensations collecting in his body. Guilt. „Let’s have sex.“ „No.“ Eren was the one rolling his eyes now, exasperatedly sighing. „Why?“, he growled. Eren playfully crossed his arms, cocking one brow.“You can’t force me“ „I’m not weak. I could dominate you, alpha.“ Levi stared daringly into his eyes, researching his green and blue shades. „I know you’re not, but I’m confident I’m stronger than you“ His smile widened. Eren looked exotic. Earthy skin color, bright lively eyes, healthy teeth, spotless skin. Tasty as fuck. Levi bit his lip, rolled his eyes, mouth twitching into a half smile. „Didn’t see that when I tackled you down with just one arm“ „To be honest, I liked it.“ Levi always fought to reach his goal, no matter what. He had to act now or else time would betray him. Someone might stomp in or Eren would run away for whatever reason. The alpha seemed to have relaxed a bit, it was a short conversation but that was enough, wasn't it? He told Eren more than to any other target, but he wasn't annoyed like he was of the others. Levi noticed he enjoyed talking to Eren, he would be nice to hang out with, probably even nicer if Levi didn't want to get under his pants. Eren was shuffling with his legs, waiting for an answer and wondering if he said something wrong, because Levi had been staring at him for a while now, eyes full of emotions Eren couldn't decipher. As the omega began to speak, Eren let out a small, unnoticable breath, but stopped breathing entirely as grey eyes undressed him. Emphasis on every syllable rolling off his lips, barely whispering the last part. „How about you tackle me down, right now” He held hold on Eren's shoulder, not gently of course, the other hand grabbing his shirt, pulling him closer, not interrupting their eyecontact. He was assertive, a fighter. Eren glanced down and Alarm it rang, his foot stepped back, his shoulders tensed, but the rest of his body didn't react. He remembered what Connie had said a while ago, that he’ll go savage if he didn't do something about it . Maybe that was what he needed. Maybe Levi was not as bad as he thought at first. tiny part of his brain assumed Levi liked him, that he was too shy to say it and ended up saying something bold as 'Let's have sex'. Of course. Eren didn't believe it himself, just gathered all excuses he could to explain what might happen in the next seconds, to tell himself it wasn't wrong at all, to make himself believe because he was in panic. Maybe Eren just wanted to let loose once. He controlled his most inner desires all these years and he had forgotten how it was like to feel body heat so near he was certain he'd melt. Maybe he was lonely altough he was not  alone. Maybe it was something entirely different Eren couldn't think about right now, mind clouded. No, Yaeger, no. He breathed deeply at the sight of thin red lips, wandering his way up his small nose and affectionate grey eyes, not noticing as he spoke in a hoarse voice, his brain not catching up to the rest of his body, whispering "Would you like that?" as he grabbed Levi's waist like it was his belonging, tugging him closer, closer. Eren wasn't there anymore. Eren didn't want to come out. He knew if he thought in that moment, he'd be ashamed. Don't you dare. There was a voice shouting at him inside his head, screaming not to do it. The first time in years giving into his instincts, it was too tempting to feel love under his skin, to feel what he had forgotten felt like. Preying eyes examined pale skin, so close, so sweet, so perfect. Levi's chest hurt and he fucking whinedjust from his stare. Breaths getting heavier, eyes narrowing, getting more dangerous as seconds went on. Sweet smell. Lust. Hunger. Desire. Somewhere deep down Eren knew the regret he'd feel afterwards would hurt more than the erratic beats of his veins. Got you, Yaeger. “Who knows. I shall find out, don't you think?” Quick breaths narrowing the space, scents of forbidden lust had already filled the room. Seconds until they meet, seconds until they’d crash unto each other if only there wasn’t a loud thud behind Eren, the sound of a door flying open, a voice beginning to shout.   Chapter End Notes Thanks for your nice comments and kudos <3 I love hearing theories about what will happen in the next chapters =v= Oh, and also there's a short scene of the canon anime, do you know which it is? I want to make sure to end with cliff hangers at the end and I enjoy it more than I thought lol ***** Someone Like Him ***** Chapter Notes I really should be studying but here I am with another chapter. Correct me if you find any typos, errors etc. Plus, I've just realized each chapter is around 2,000 words long and I can't estimate if it's the right amount. I feel like they should be longer, but maybe that's my personal 'golden length' idk. And by the way, I originallly had in mind to make this like 4 chapters long. A little bit of resisting at first, but then *bam* smut. But the plot got a bit thicker, mostly because I really didn't think this would get so much attention, so thank you again. You really inspire me to push myself. See the end of the chapter for more notes A quirky girl with big glasses stomped into the room, arms energetically gesturing around, “Levi, there you are! I’ve searched the whole damn school, why don’t you pick up your phone? There’s no time for your after-school fucks, this is serious!“, shutting her eyes, looking like her head hurt, placing her fingers on her tense forehead, „Your Bill, the one who tried to hurt Sean and Bean, that bastard, is waiting at the entrance and I swear to god I’ll beat the shit out of Billy boy, chop his dick off and-“ The shocked teen had turned around, locking eyes with the beta wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a blood red crop top above her pierced stomach, golden bracelets dangling and clirring around her wrist. She looked at his black pants, (because that's what she always looks at first,duh), then noticed a black thin scarf around his white skin-hugging shirt and, most importantly, his chain. Suddenly her voice was softer, but the former anger hadn’t died down completely. “Are you Eren?” Her lips formed a smile that wasn’t returned. Eren backed off, shoving, almost slapping Levi’s arms away, not looking at the raven but walking straight towards the door, face too expressionless for Hange to analyze. „Yeah“ he said monotonely before he swung the door open, exiting the room with loud stomps. Hange knew better than to start questioning an alpha whose pheromones told told her to run, hide and hope not to be found, and no doubt, it excited her. Resisting her urges, she looked at Levi whose head was hanging down, clenching his fists, almost ripping the fabric apart. “Fuck you.” “Sorry, I didn’t know it was Eren. I just saw you and the back of some guy, thought it was someone regular” Levi glared at her, clicking his tongue and putting on his poor shoes like they had insulted his mother. “Shitty cock block. Almost had him.” She hummed playfully, but her smile frowned for a second. “He didn’t immediately jump at you? Those are rare.” Hange knew how straightforward Levi was. ‘Let’s have sex’ was his holy invitation, often they got it on after just a second if he was alone with the person, sometimes shamelessly in public. As much as she'd like him to be more careful, he insisted he knew what he was doing. His alphas were mostly people who didn't want to mate, have their fun just like Levi. It was mutual, no strings attached. Levi stared at nothing, biting his bottom lip, nipping it again and again. “He didn’t want to sleep with me” he gritted like the words tasted sour. “Whoa, really?!” Hange’s strengthened her ponytail, eyes wide open when she walked to her friend. “He’s a sap. Wants to do it with his lover or something” “He’s taken?”, she asked carefully. “No.” He stared ahead, thinking about the damn discolorations on Eren’s neck, glaring daggers at the innocent door. “Maybe" “Levi. You shouldn’t play with him if he’s taken.” “I’m not playing.” “So you’re serious?” She cracked a hopeful smile. “You should know me by now." He went through his hair only for it to perfectly fall splitting into two halves again. "I don’t do serious” “Then why do you look like someone insulted your undercut?” Her eyes trailed to her watch, then she walked over to the window, warily glancing outside before her eyes relaxed again, sighing in relief. “That’s how I was born, thank my mother.” “Don't blame it on your mother, plus you were born with a far worse expression- --yes, that one!” She laughed whole heartedly, hands on her bare waist, light hitting waist with slight stretch marks. “Let’s go“ Levi stood on the ground, eyes flickering in satisfaction as he saw skin under his nails. He had marked the alpha. Suddenly his mood lifted and he supressed a smile as he unlocked his phone. „What will you do about him?“ „I guess persue him, corner him. He’s difficult but not unmanagable. I’ll have him in about two days. Maybe three, because a certain one had to shout ‚after- school fucks‘ and shit like that.“ He stopped. „You know what, Hange, fuck you again. You made it ten times harder for me. That boy acts like his dick is sacred and you made me seem like a horny devil trying to enpregnate Jesus‘ sister.“ The raven scrolled tapped on his phone as his feet began moving again. „His dick is sacred?“ Her hands clapped together, then shoulders were vibrating, cheeks flushed and voice unusually dark.“His hormo-“ She crashed onto the door Levi had closed behind, cried out in pain but giggled shortly after, following the omega who was quicker with his legs than most others. „Moblit won’t be happy hearing you drool over another man." And I won't be happy about you drooling overmyman. But he'd never say that out loud. “Moblit is used to me, no worries. And FYI you did say that out loud—Ouch!- Loveyoutoo.“ - „Coming in smelling like one omega, returning smelling like two. Just look at his poor neck, man, all scratched.“ „They just love him“ „The worst is he’s not even trying“ „Such an ass.“ „Collecting omegas like girls collect shoes.“ „Even Annie is at his mercy- Wahh sorry stahp!“ „He’s a magnet.” „Someone like Eren should go around with bandages over his face and call himself ‚No Name.“ „Typical. From what I’ve heard that’s what Levi usually does. ‚Omega Bitch‘ he’s called, obviously not by everyone though.“ „Really?" „I think that’s too harsh. I mean many have casual sex but he’s the only one with that reputation.“ „Because he’s on another level. I heard he does it everyday, prefers older ones but doesn’t mind younger ones. Brought several mates apart. Doesn’t give a shit. Likes them skilled and dominant." “No way!” “Kinda gross.” „Plus, he’s the hottest omega our school has to offer. Something you admire from afar, but are not allowed to touch.“ „Like fire.“ „tsss-hot“ „Oh damn right you poet.“ „As if he’s fire. Whoring around like a slut doesn’t make him fire.“ „Don’t insult him. It doesn’t make you any better.“ „It does.“ „Hey, just stop.“ „Why? That’s what he asks for. Putting up a show like that, he doesn’t care what we think." „Yeah, he likes the attention.“ „Disgusting. Does he think he’s special just because he turns on creeps?“ „Ey, I’m not a creep." „Um, I like him too, to be honest“ „Me too." „Me three." "He probably humped your fathers, idiots." Eren rested on his arms in a way no one saw his face. He didn't need everyone ro make a ruckus, altough it was inevitable that they sensed his horrendous pheromones filling the class immediately as he walked in. They knew better than to start interrogating him when he was angry as fuck and so they continued their own conversations, attempting not to focus on the alpha despite the thick scent of danger.  Annie glanced back occasionally, touching her chin and increasingly growing more serious as minutes went on. After a while, before class would start, she went up to Connie to change seats and the beta happily agreed with a half- cracked smile, the uneasiness clearly to be seen in his light honey eyes. Eren's closer friends didn't join the funny conversation, not even when the rest of the class was so nosy and ready to spit out every assumption or rumor they had or had not kept hidden. As long as they didn't tall shit about Eren not one of them cared about their asses and let them blabber, too focused on stressing their brains on finding out what happened. Giving up after a while and deciding to ask later and then reading their notes for the first class, occasionaly checking on Eren to see how he was doing. Only seeing tense and defensive body language and not his face that would tell them much more, as if the  uncomfortable scent was not telling a story in itself. Half lidded teals hollowly followed shadows of birds flying above the clear sky and because sour mouths didn't stop blabbering, he attempted to numb his ears; volume loud in hopes of tuning out every other noise. Like his quick breaths or the beating of his heart. Losers. Fucking pitful. His frown deepens. A wave of pain shoots through his head, an ache making it's way to his inner part of his brain the more he thought. Fuck it all. Thinking was the only thing he had left to keep his sanity, and now his body wanted to hinder him on even the slightest source of unsavageness he had left? Was life pulling a joke on him? He doesn't notice how quiet it has gotten, how deadly silence fills the room, but Eren doesn't look around to see pale faces and scared eyes not daring to glance back or sideways at the alpha, exept for an icy blue pair analyzing his every change of expression only they could see from the seat in front of him, listening autentively to his growls as if they were telling what was going on in Eren's head. Icy blues cracking into emotions no one would think of seeing as they flickered as if she knew exactly what was going on.  Eren relaxed, because his dilemma was fueled by their harsh words, mirrors of his own sick thoughts. Thoughts which he did not want to have, did not want at all, but there is more to a person that his thoughts, is there? Subconscious. We like to live fitting in, we like to live saying what is expected of of, but can you honestly stand behind your words if everything else indicates the lie on your tongue?  And you don't even notice it's a lie. Subconscious is the monster inside your head. Subconscious is the real you. It's existing in the mind but is not immediately available to consciousness. It's what you want to hide; so much, you even hide it from yourself. But soon you will realize. Soon you will act on it. Eren didn't want to despise people like Levi, respected acquaintances who screwed around enough as human beings. Kept a distance, never allowing a closer relationship. Especially if they didn’t care if someone was already taken. Those ever so often accuring dreams didn't help Erens view either. Being an animal-keeper who killed those who weren’t loyal to heir mates, even though he knew male animals had several partners. The thought didn't cross his mind, nor would he have cared. Stabbing and stabbing those unfaithful beings until his whole animal house was one dipped in blood.Everywhere he saw, he saw red, and he felt good. It felt right. At the end of every dream he stood before the house, floor full of red liquid thicker than water and as he saw the blood getting more and more and almost drowned him; as he was alone without anyone else, the only sound was his echo as he heard his laugh . After he had awoken, however, he'd cry. His throat was sore despite not having screamed, his gut drenched despite having eaten a hearty breakfast, eyes wide awake despite having struggled so thorougly in the morning. Stones dabbed into his skull and he prayed for mercy upon his tortured soul. It was implanted in his brain, his whole body. Desire for someone like Levi? Someone like him. He was glad they were interrupted, given him enough information to realize what he was doing, who he was dealing with. Someone who acted like love was a game, like feelings were a game. Like relationships were there to be broken, only to run away afterwards like nothing had happened.  Like they hadn’t destroyed lifes. Like they hadn’t destroyed something beautiful. Eren dug nails into his own skin and felt liquid on his fingertips. Unable to control his shaky hands or quick breaths, but trying his hardest to calm down as his brows were knitted in a painful way, he counted fat fluffy cats like his mother had teached him to do. A pain arose in his chest and he snuggled into his arms, trying not flicker through memories from ten long years ago.   Chapter End Notes (Btw I'm on my period. Yeah. What a coincidence) If you notice something off, I'd gladly look over that, I wish I had someone beta it but well. Thank you for all the kudos and comments <3 ***** Don't Come Closer ***** Chapter Notes So sorry for this late update! I had so much stress ;v; I hope you enjoy, updates will come more frequently now! Did anyone notice how many sentences I edited last chapter? but shh ;;;  „Dinner is ready!“, a boyish voice announced. Eren hummed as he stretched his back. His shoulders sagged comfortably as he took in that delicious smell of an homemade meal. He rolled his black steel pen over his assignment and switched his desk lamp off. Rubbing his eyes and yawning whole-heartedly, he went downstairs. The relatively tall teen, who was still growing despite being 5’10, scratched his behind and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, since he did have some dignity. Meanwhile one of his friends was scrouching next to the dining table, dark grey eyes sternly concentrated on the open window with two small pot flowers. The warmth of autumn nights filled their living space. Light breezes tangled on skin and in the dead of the night, no sound was to be heard. No cars, no drunken people. They lived further away from the neighbourhood, wide fields of green took up the space around them. A single street was stretching through those fields of green. Around their house was a fence, hidden by bushes and other plants on either side. The garden itself was well-kept, but plain. A loud meow softened Mikasa’s stare. In a matter of seconds, a cat with lucious brown fur particularly flew in and tapped to the black haired girl- or to the chicken breast on a small-sized plate in front of her. „Hungry, arent we?“, she said softly and stroked through silky brown chunks. She smiled gently and patted her lightly on the head before she stood up and brushed on her knees. A few steps walked, she clapped on the cook’s butt , lazily muttering „Good boy” like it was something self-explanatory, almost like her hand was meant to fulfill those movements.  The blonde jolted up in shock, missed his fingertip by a mere centimeter as he clashed the metal into the cutting board, swallowing several breaths. He exhaled and groaned in frustration. “I told you to stop!", he scolded.  She rolled her eyes and put her soup portion on her dining place. “Armin, it’s not my fault. My hands move on their own accord. Your butt is like a magnet. A slap: my day brightens. Have you ev-“ “Stop! Enough”, he hissed and chopped the last tomatoe, looking over to her with slitted eyes and tightly pressed lips, like he was about to say something but kept shut in order not to blurt out anyhing he might regret afterwards. He then focused on the shiny metal again, mumbling through his gritted teeth. Mikasa, however, enjoyed angry Armin almost as much as she enjoyed happy Armin. “Unbelievable, unbelievable. This is what Socrates warned us from. Bad manners, disrespectful towards elders. Today’s youth-“ She snorted in amusement. “You’re younger than me.” “Then”, he washed off the knife, “that’s still sexual assault. I’m not a boy. Mikasa. I’m a man.” He emphasized the last part, smearing both sides on a dry cloth. She felt her cheeks tighten as a smile escaped,  and raised one brow as she leaned back, one hand hanging overher chair.  “Oh? I’m sure you are", she hummed in a low voice.  Eren face-palmed, hard. So hard, he feared he  left a red mark on his face." Not this again. Shut up, Mikasa. Just shut up.” “I’m not doing anything", she hummed as she innocently enjoyed her soup. “Don’t assault him. It’s fucking weird. In fact, it’s getting weirder everyday. We’re not five anymore.” “It’s fucking weird”, she mimicked and rolled her eyes. “Don’t ever do it again. He’s my best friend.” Eren felt a tad bit of pride swelling up in his chest.  Armin hummed in agreement as he took off his white apron.  “And he’s not my best friend?", she said daringly. “I’m his best best friend”, he corrected. “Since when? I’m his better best best friend." Neither of them averted their gaze, challenging the alpha in front of them. The air was thicker. Eyes, burning like green fire fought against cold metal steel. The tension was broken by the loud thud of a juice mercilessly smashed against the table.  “I can’t believe I’m living with you. Topic change or else I’ll sing for a whole day. Loud", Armin warned. The alphas glared at different spots of the room, nervously tapping their fingers on the table. They remembered Armin's singing voice and cringed internally, could recall it cristall-clear, didn't notice cold sweat forming on their skin. They huffed at the same time and pulled their attention to their food as Armin dried his hands and proceeded to his own chair. He tugged his blonde hair behind both of his ears and mumbled something incoherently before he started enjoying his meal.   “How was school?”, he muttered over his glass of water as he glanced at Eren, the well known curiosity in his eyes. "Anything new? You seemed upset when you came home and just stomped upstairs. Did you get in trouble?” “No, I didn’t. It’s nothing. Nothing interesting." He took a bite of bread in order to avoid being interrogated as the food in his mouth should give Armin a hint.  “But I am interested. I know there isn’t nothing.” Armin was the best at reading people; even better at getting them to just spit it out. He'd look at you with those big blue eyes and hold your gaze. Somehow it made you feel save around him, understood, because it was like he knew exactly what was going on, didn't judge you, but asked anyways, just to make you talk, because in that moment he was someone who seemed genuinely want to hear your voice, hear your story. "What’s wrong?” Mikasa ate in silence, listening autentively and leaving the talking to Armin. She wasn't good with words.  “Nothing is wrong. It’s…” Eren exhaled. “There’s someone irritating I met. Really irritating. Comes up to me and asks to sleep with him. He’s a casual one. Somehow I got angry. Dunno why." “Was he cute?”, Armin asked nervously, but gathered strength in his voice when he saw their expressions. ”People are different. You two, look at me. They are not the same.” Eren dropped his gaze and Mikasa scoffed in annoyance while facing to the side. “They are not the same." “I know”, Eren admitted. “Mikasa, growling at me won’t do anything.” Icy greys flickered to him and Armin knew too well that Mikasa couldn't be tamed by anyone other than herself.   “Watch your tongue. He doesn’t need to get to know them. You don’t need to lick everyone’s ass”, she sternly stated. “ He doesn’t have to associate with anyone he doesn’t want to. It’s his life.” “It’s his life”, Armin repeated slowly, fighting eye-wars against her intimidation, a way of conveying how she was the last person to tell him that. Mikasa’s mouth and eyebrow twitched in annoyance, but Armin wasn’t scared of the girl he had known since childhood. “Eren. It hasn’t gotten any better and I’m concerned.” “You don’t need to be. Everyone has people they avoid. You can’t be friends with everyone, Armin. That’s just surreal.” “I thought it would get better”. Armin's head dropped. “You’ve been like this for how many years? Remember two years ago? Eren, you know you'd been home- tutored for two whole years just to keep people save from you! You can’t just stop your medication because you think you’re alright",  he insisted. "You are not.” “Armin!”, Mikasa snapped. The spoon in her hand began to take on another shape, but the beta ignored her spinebreaking scents. He knew she wouldn't hurt him and under the surface she knew exactly that he was somehow right.  “You panic at their touches. What will you do if your boss or colleague leads that lifestyle? What will you do if your close friend is like that? It’ll bring you so many disadvantages in the long run!” “I know.” Eren massaged his temples. He knew since longer there was something wrong with him, but hearing it did hurt in a way. “I’ve lost my appetite”, Mikasa hissed before she threw her spoon over the table and stomped upstairs. Their house had a bright living room with an integrated kitchen, a wooden dining table with wooden chairs, a large black couch, a box-TV they were thinking of replacing with a flatscreen. A small glass table stood between couch and TV for drinks and the likes. On the same floor there was the restroom, the bathroom, a staircase leading upstairs, a small storage room; the hall connecting everything. Upstairs were their own rooms and one library. Every room on the first floor had the same size, every room had a large window on the roof. “Promise me you’ll take your medication. Please. Just because you think you don’t need it anymore doesn’t mean you don’t need it anymore.” The blue-eyed glided his hands down his face in an outward movement. With one palm still in his hair, he sighed tiredly and closed his eyes. His head drummed. “I’m sorry, Armin. I know it’s hard for you.”, Eren said as his eyes fell on lightly blue eyebags. “Bills, debts, schoolwork, jobs, trying to help my friends, trying to get that woman to just give me what’s mine.” His eyes flickered as if every responsibility was laying right in front of him. “Sometimes it gets exhausting, you know?” His lips trembled for a moment and his optimistic eyes lost a bit of their shine. After Armin’s grandfather died, he was the one who had to pay off his every debt. Grinding through the nights after coming home from work, coffee his only companion when everyone else slept. His friends urged him to take it easy, but he wouldn’t listen. At least he agreed for them to help him pay off the debts. Mikasa’s worked at the biggest shopping center in Trost named “The Mighty Walls”. Her parents sent her money every month, which she mostly saved for future plans. Eren got a reasonable sum at teaching teens and grown ups Tae Kwon Do moves and Freestyle Fighting at the Leonhart Studio. Work times were flexible. Sir Leonhart was kind enough to pay him every hour he was there, even if he was just standing. Eren never forgot how he once told him he looked similar to his long lost son. The one who seemingly vanished. Sir Leonhart had always been a rather strict and aloof man, but when he talked about his son his eyes got glassy. The man standing before him suddenly seemed ten years older. “If she doesn’t sign those damn papers, I will personally walk over to that woman and break down every door of her oh-so-great castle of a house. I’m serious”, Eren said softly. Armin’s lips curved into a half-smile. “Woah, you’re so cool”, he mocked at which the alpha scrunched his nose. “Hey, you’re making fun of me while I’m comforting you?”, he dramatically said as he put a hand over his chest. He looked so serious one might believe he was not acting, but his over-emphasized voice gave away everything. “Unbelievable, unbelievable. This is what Socrates warned us from. Bad manners, disrespectful towards-“ “Stop, stop!”, Armin finally laughed. “-elders. Today’s youth is a rotten one. Especially those punks who die their hair blonde. So much cringe omg”, he blurted as he rolled his eyes in a sassy movement. By then, Armin was laughing so loudly, that Eren cracked a grin too and ruffled the blonde’s hair. “See? It’s okay to be happy. It doesn’t mean you’re slacking off. Don’t worry so much. I don’t want to see you beating up yourself. I’m sorry for being so stubborn.” Armin’s laugh densed into a smile. “Thanks.” “I promise you I will take those suppressants. You have to promise me to quit one of your jobs", the teen said as he leaned back and crossed his muscular arms.  “But-!” “No buts", he said quickly. "You deserve some free time, it’s fucking unhealthy for you to work all day and additionally study into the night. Sir Leonhart gave me a pay raise and I will give you the excess money. Heck, you don’t even need to have two jobs Armin. The debts can wait.” Armin opened his mouth, but Eren didn’t give him the chance to interrupt. “And if they can’t wait, Mikasa and I will help with the cash. I know you feel guilty, but we’re in this together. If you are unhappy, we are too. You don’t need to be in such a rush and ruin your health.” They sat in silence. Eren could swear he saw wheels moving inside his head. Armin was witty; in fact, he was the smartest and most curious person Eren knew. The stress took a toll on his optimism, on his joy to live. Armin huffed and went through his hair with a small smile. “You really are stubborn.” “That’s my charme”, Eren grinned confidently. They ate their last bits and proceeded to wash the dishes when Eren got lost in thought. For a few seconds, he didn't move and blue eyes wondered what he was thinking about as they layed on the uneasy expression of his friend.  Eren finally opened his mouth. “I do wonder why you don’t just call the police on that woman. Is it because she's rich? You fear that money stands above the law or something?" “Whatever she does, she’s still family", he hushed with a weak smile.   ~   There was nothing Eren hated more than automatic flushing toilets, being lied to, burned food, bad breath, arriving at an airplane and realizing he forgot something. The list went on with  Facebook pokes, the guilt of skipping training for one day, pretending it’s normal and okay for politicians to cheat on their wives, and people who clung onto him when he made it clear he did not want their presence. Now there was someone who clung unto him when he made it clear he did not want their presence. Not literally of course, or else he would freak out entirely. His fingers tapped on his desk, one after another. His leg fidgeted. Sometimes life just decides to layer upon layer of uncomfortable. “Didn’t you hear ? He told you to fuck off, or do you need new ears? I’ll gladly offer myself to repair them.” “As far as I know, this is a free country. I can be wherever I fucking want. You can suck your offer until you bleed.” Everything was like usual, except that Mikasa and Armin were at school again and that a certain omega urged to talk to Eren. Three days in a row. The first day a girl Levi described as a "black haired gorilla with a red scarf" didn’t, under any circumstances, let him enter their class room. The second day he had printed out the junior’s timetable to know when they had to change classrooms for their next subjects. Eren didn’t even notice the eye-wars the two ravens lead. Again had the scarf-girl kept him away from his target, gluing herself on Eren like a magnet. The third day, Levi came to school extra early. Levi was daringly wearing appealing and enhancing pieces of fabrics every time he went to school. Always a mix of skin tight and airy loose, a mix of showing and hiding. Levi wasn't one to talk much, heck, he wasn't one to chase. With Eren, however, he didn't have any choice. He needed to be with him, or else it didn't feel right. Or else something kept nagging him inside, disturbing his peace. He didn't rest until he got what he wanted. During school, his fingers kept tapping on the desk in the same motions as his one foot was wiggling up and down the floor. After his teacher told him to stop because it was disturbing the lesson, he just hummed disinterestingly, grabbing a pen in an attempt to stop his motions but falling right back into the newly gained habit by balancing his pen and tapping it on either side. Levi was wrecked and as minutes passed, his patience faded too. Now he was sitting in front of him, legs crossed. His eyebrow twitched in irritation of the female standing between him and Eren like the wall of fucking china. “Because this is a free country, I will throw you into next best garbage can. That’s where you belong to, right? That’s a place you’re familiar with, getting fucked in alleys.” What was that girl's problem? Why should she care if Levi wanted to talk to Eren? “So sad; you’re frustrated because no one wants your ass? No wonder”, he concluded, ”you don’t have one.” Suddenly a loud shocked, but cheering "wooo" errupted from their fellow classmates at the door. She narrowed her eyes, yanked him up by his shirt and pushed him against the wall, arm on his neck. He didn’t even flinch. “Get your filthy hands off me”, he said calmly. Levi looked over to Eren, somehow hoping he would tie down this beast woman. Longing for his alpha to step up for him, but Eren didn’t even move, but expressionlessy faced the window. Levi swallowed stones but kept his composure, too proud to let anyone see his disappointment. “Who’s the filth?” “Mikasa, stop”, Armin urged.  “So you’re on his side?” “That’s not the point. You’ll get into serious trouble.” “Do I look like I give a shit?” She pushed her arm further onto his neck, earning a fleeting inaudible gasp of the omega.” I don’t think so.” “Mikasa. It’s not worth it.” “I’ll give you one chance. Get your filthy hands off me or you will regret it." “And then? What will you do, midget?” Levi was strong. Some Alphas, however, could defeat him easily. Partly because of their genes, partly because he hadn’t fought for a long time. The classrom was silent, almost like everyone held their breaths for what was to come. Squeaky bird chippers were heard. Laughter and chatter of other students faded into the building. Further away were the sounds of cars honking. “Enough”, Annie interrupted. She was the only omega in their class, but also the only one next to Armin who did not stand five metres away from them or went to call a teacher. Mikasa didn’t move for a while, but soon loosened her grip, clicking her tongue in anger. “Mind to tell me what’s going on?”, Levi didn't show his relief as he could thankfully breathe easily again. Just what the fuck was wrong with those juniors?  “You’re not welcome. That’s going on.” “Why do you care? I’m not here for any of you. I’m here for Eren.”  “He doesn’t want to talk to you.” “He can say so himself.” “I don’t want to talk to you”, Eren spoke up. He was still facing the window. His knuckles were white as he balled his hand into a fist, on the other he supported his head. Levi couldn't help noticing him chewing on his bottom lip, and god, did he look sexy. He just needed one talk; One "talk" to win him over. Since the last two days weren't successful, he needed to get it done today or else it would take up months until he got another chance. The omega never had to go through such lengths just for a hookup. In all honesty, it was getting tiring, but the chase was thrilling too.  “Let’s talk outside.” Levi walked a few steps ahead and looked over his shoulder.  “He won’t.” “Why not?", Armin said."Let them talk. The sooner the better.” Eren was visibly uncomfortable and slowly symptoms were creaking up. Headache, nausea, trembling hands. The alpha shutted his eyes and took deep breaths. “Fine.” “Five minutes.” “Don’t count. Might take longer”, Annie told Mikasa. “Don’t count”, she said softly as the two students left the room, everyone backing off as they made their way outside. Mikasa’s eyes got glassy and she swallowed as  she buried her face deeper into her red scarf. “Do you know? Do you even know how similar … The first time I saw Levi somehow …It’s…” Mikasa sighed weakly. Annie brushed the raven’s bangs to the side and kept their eyes locked. Mikasa had never been so shaken. Whatever happened the raven stayed calm, never used physical strength. Especially on an omega, the gender alphas were instinctively trying to protect and take care of. There must have been something about Levi that triggered her, Annie thought. Mikasa and Eren were home tutored for the last two years and barely had any contact with the rest of their friend circle. Never had they spoken about more intimate matters, since they would put up a wall in unision. Some things were better kept hidden, some things were too personal; and so their friends walked on eggshells.    ~ Next chapter:   “I swear I am not sick in any way“, he said. „So I’m trying really hard to understand why there are ten fucking metres between us.“ Eren shrugged. „Are you fucking serious? Don’t walk back.“ „Then don’t come closer.“ End Notes Thank you so much for all of your kudos & comments! I'm an amateur in writing fanfiction, building up moods. I feel like this chapter was rushed :> I appreciate constructive critisism. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!