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      Published: 2018-03-02 Updated: 2018-03-03 Chapters: 3/? Words: 6336
****** Write Me Out ******
by ThugSeme_(ShutUpMakoto)
Summary
     Eren Yeager spends his life going through the motions while
     struggling against his abusive father. When his foul-mouthed
     neighbour shoves his way into Eren’s life, he has trouble keeping up
     the facąde. He's no longer satisified with a painful existence. He
     wants out, one way or another.
***** Paradis *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry if this is written awkwardly! I'm not used to first person POV!
     This idea had been sitting around in my head for the past week so I
     decided to try it out. So here is the pilot chapter. If it does well,
     I'll continue!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was raining. The soft pitter patter of the raindrops against the glass gave
me something to focus on while he panted and sweated above me, shoving my face
into the floor. My tears were silent, only small whines of humiliation
escaping. I'd become used to this long ago. Oh—is that a crack in the window?
Fuck. He's going to blame me for that. The apartment complex will charge extra
for the inconvenience of repairs.
And he's started to groan. Only about two more thrusts until—yup. There it is.
At least he uses a condom every time. Saves me from one hell of a mess.
“Eren, make sure you complete your online assignments. I received an email that
you were behind.” He adjusts his pants, buckling his belt before walking into
the kitchen and answering his phone. I want to scream. To punch him in the face
and tell him to mind his own fucking business. Why should I have to be told
what to do by my rapist? Why do I have to act like nothing's wrong?
“Yes, Grisha.” I stood and pulled my own pants up, ignoring the leftover
lubricant. I just wanted to go to my room.
“You need to start calling me ‘Dad.’ It's very disrespectful to call your
parent by name.” I wanted to laugh. That was some seriously funny shit. He
rapes me and wants me to call him “Dad.”
I chose to ignore him and walked away to my bedroom. I fought the urge to slam
the door. The one time I did that didn't go over so well. I wished I didn't
have to worry about every little action. I wished my mom were still alive.
It was hot so I opened my window, near my desk, before I laid down on my bed
and pulled out the partially burned photo of my mom. I remembered the night I
told Grisha that I hated him; that I wanted to live with my mom again. I guess
he'd been through my room because he knew exactly where I kept the picture and
he lit it on fire with a match. I was able to salvage it and most of her face
is still visible.
The night of her death really hit me. I never realized how fragile a human life
was. Not until she fell down the stairs and broke her neck. And that was the
end of any happiness I had. After I'd called 911 and they took her away in a
body bag, they took me to a CPS facility until my next of kin could retrieve
me. That ended up being my biological father, whom I'd never met. The only
father I knew was my stepfather Eld. He was quite nice but they divorced after
a few years due to his military responsibilities. He was always gone. I thought
about asking to stay with him but I didn't want to bother him and he probably
wouldn't have enough time to take care of me. That was about seven years ago,
when I was ten years old.
It was only three years ago when Grisha had first forced himself on me. The
years before that were awkward and we hardly spoke. But that night he'd came
home from the hospital somewhat late. His hours were always changing since he's
a doctor. He'd had stressful shifts before but something was different that
time. I'd come out of the shower and he just stared at me, not saying anything.
And when I asked what was wrong, he pushed me back into the bathroom and bent
me over the counter. With my face inches from the mirror, he lifted it up for
me to see. And he said:  You look just like her . That was when I knew he was
crazy. And I was in so many different types of pain. He'd gone in dry and I was
bleeding. He'd betrayed me and my heart was aching.
When I went into my room and flipped through my contacts on my cell, I knew I
was alone. There was no one to help me. I didn't trust the police. The legal
system placed me with the fucker in the first place.
“Eren! Open this door! You know locked doors are not allowed!” I winced at his
tone. It meant he was going to punish me, usually with his fists. Occasionally
he'd use a weapon if he felt like spicing things up.
Slowly and reluctantly, I made my way to the door. The moment I unlocked it, he
barged in and slammed me down onto the bed.
“That new resident doctor fucked up again. He doesn't know how to do a goddamn
thing.” I couldn't pay attention to his rant as he began unbuckling his pants
again. I was already brave today. I already put up with it. I can't do it
again.
“Take off your pants.” He says it irritatedly, as if he's wondering why I
haven't already done so. I shake my head slightly before realizing what I've
done.
“Did you just tell me  no? ” I try to apologize but it's too late. He's
grabbing me by my hair and dragging me to my desk.
“Grisha! Please! I can't!” I'm sobbing but he just tells me to shut up before
slamming in relentlessly. I can't hold back my cries and despaired moans. I
want to cover my mouth but he's got my arms behind my back, using them for
support. It hurts. And I can't do anything. I feel so powerless. So weak. So
dirty. I look out the window and the rain has stopped. I can hear the sound of
sirens moving through the city and for once, I wish they were coming for me.


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I woke up on the floor the next morning, pants around my ankles. I couldn't
bare to move after he was done, so I just huddled into a ball and went to
sleep. Through the window, the sounds of birds chirping pours in. It's calming,
in a way. The chirping has always symbolized a new day. And new days bring
change. All I want is for something to change.
After showering and dressing myself in a white t-shirt with sweatpants, I went
to the kitchen to make breakfast. But of course, there's no food. Grisha isn't
here so I have to use the little bit of cash he leaves me for emergencies. I
stuff it in my pocket before walking out and locking the door. Just as I'm
leaving, our (new?) neighbor is leaning against the railing smoking a
cigarette. He's somewhat small but no less intimidating in his black sweater
and jeans. He looks over at me, but I look away quickly and begin walking down
the steps.
“Oi.” A deep voice halts my movements. I slowly turn to see the short man
staring directly at me.
“Y-Yes?” I try to speak normally but end up sounding meek and squeaky. He
exhales a cloud of smoke before putting the cigarette out in his ashtray.
“Can you tell your lover to shut the fuck up? His groans are too fucking loud.”
My mouth hangs open. I have no idea what to say. I can feel my face flush and I
want to scream at him that he's not my lover. But it's none of his business. We
don't know each other. So why do I feel like I owe him an explanation? I reply
with a quick “sorry” and run off, not daring to look back at him.
Did that really just happen?


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I shopped in a daze and walked home the same way. That short-shit had the
audacity to call that mega-shit my lover. I mean...I guess he couldn't really
know. But it still pissed me off. I want to just make breakfast and go to
sleep. Maybe if I'm lucky, I won't wake up.
“Oi. Brat.”  Fuck.  He's standing by my door, using that same holier-than-thou
tone. Why does he have to look so attractive doing it?
“I already apologized for the noise.” I say it quickly, trying to hurry and
unlock the door.
“That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I shouldn't have been so blunt with
you. It's the first time we've had an issue.”  The first time? How long has he
been living here?
“So I wanted to say sor—fuck. I'm sor—damn it.” He seems to be having trouble
so I say my goodbyes and open the door, only for him to slam it shut.
“I'M FUCKING SORRY!” His apology is quite loud and he doesn't sound apologetic
in the slightest. His ears are tinged with a blush and he looks like he's ready
to bite me. Like an angry Chihuahua. But I won't say that. Because he looks
like he kills people for a living. Or for fun. Either way.
“Um...apology...accepted?” Is that what he wanted to hear? I wasn't sure. But
it seems to have calmed him down as he backs away.
“How old are you, brat?”  What?
“Seventeen.”  EREN. WHY ARE YOU ANSWERING THE ANGRY MIDGET?
“You really are just a brat. Why are you living with your lover?” This guy
really has no filter. Doesn't know when he's overstepping his bounds. Or he
doesn't care.
“Extenuating circumstances.” I kept my answer short and held back a vehement
denial against Grisha and I being in a consensual relationship.
“Hmmm. Interesting.” As I open the door to make my escape, that little ball of
fury walks in.  Yes. That was an invitation for you to walk into my apartment.
I sighed and closed the door behind me. I walked into the kitchen and set out
the groceries, only for him to shove me out of the way.
“I'll make you breakfast.” He's already pulling out a pan and cooking utensils
before I can respond.
“Um...okay.” I can't find it in me to say no or kick him out. So I just sit
down at the table and watch him work.
“So why aren't you in school?” He's already cracking eggs and mixing them.
“I go online.” His hips get a little bit of a sway as he mixes and it
definitely doesn't make me appreciate the way his jeans hug his form.
“Why's that?”  Again with the prodding.
“Extenuating circumstances.” I say it again, hoping he'd understand that these
are not comfortable topics for me.
“And what is it about your circumstances that is so extenuating?” By this
point, I could tell he was making an omelette, which sounded fucking delicious.
“Dead mom. Shitty dad.” I swore I heard him chuckle.
“Yeah? Me too.” He walks over, plate in hand, and sets it in front of me. I
started devouring it before he even sat down.
“Thish ish amashing!” It truly was the best omelette I'd ever had. It reminded
me of how my mom used to make them. The corners of his lips turned up ever so
slightly and he sat back with his arms crossed, just watching me. I immediately
notice just how feverous his gaze is. I involuntarily gulp down my food, unable
to turn away.
“So...what do you do?” He leaned forward and pushed my fringe away from my
eyes. It was a simple gesture but it made me unable to sit still, for whatever
reason.
“I write.” He brings his hand down but doesn't move away.
“You write what?” The man smiled, something I was sure wasn't a common
occurrence.
“Pornographic novels.” He even  winks  at me and all I can do is stutter my way
through a response.
“ P-Porn ?” My eyes are wide as can be and I'm blushing like an idiot.
“Don't have a conniption, brat. I was kidding. I write war novels and the
like.” He seems amused, though he's not smiling.
“Oh…” The conversation ends as my phone starts to ring. I look at the caller ID
and groan. It's too early in the morning to deal with this asshat. But I answer
anyways.
“What.” The man raises a brow at my attitude and even I realize how childish I
sounded.
[Are you home?]
“Yes.”
[Is anybody with you?]  I jump a little at the question and look over at my
neighbour.
“No.” Probably best to not mention him.
[Are you sure?]  My heart starts to pound. Why is he asking? How the hell would
he know.
“Of course I'm sure! Why are you even asking me this?!” I realize I'm being
louder than needed and that I'll probably be punished for it later, but I can't
stop. It feels good to yell at him.
[Landlady said she saw someone suspicious going into the apartment.]  Sounds
like a lie. But I can't call him out on it.
“I left earlier to get groceries. She probably just saw me getting back.” He
hums through the phone. It's a familiar sound that sends shivers down my spine.
And it means he knows that I'm lying.
[Alright then. I'll be home later.]  He hangs up and I set my phone on the
table.
“Trouble in  paradis ?” I would've rolled my eyes at the snarky comment but the
French had me drooling.
“You speak French?” I looked at him with strong doubt.
“Oui.” That's...hot. This guy would definitely be my type if I could date. Or
socialize. Or tolerate being touched in any way without wanting to throw up.
You can thank Grisha for that.
The silver-eyed man grabs my phone and starts typing something into it. I'm a
bit too confused to try and stop whatever it is he's doing so I just wait.
After he's done, he gets up and leaves without another word.
What in the hell has happened today?  I feel my phone vibrate and open the
message.
Unknown:
Save my number, brat.
-Levi
Chapter End Notes
     I commend you for making it through my terrible writing. Hopefully
     I'll get better at first person POV. Did you guys like it? If you
     did, let me know and I'll continue this fic. If I don't get much
     feedback then I'll probably delete it. We'll see.
     Leave a comment/kudos if you enjoyed! (You don't need an account.)
***** Insomniaque *****
Chapter Notes
     Still not sure if I'll be completing this fic but I decided to post
     the second chapter as a 'part 2' of the pilot? I guess.
     Not sure if some of these scenes qualify as "Graphic Depictions of
     Violence" but I'm going to add it as a warning anyways, to be safe.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Unfolding the flyer I picked up on my walk, I sit down at my desk and sigh.
It's a shitty studio apartment in a not-so-nice area, but it's dirt cheap, no
deposit. I never had a job to start saving money, Grisha wouldn't let me. So
once I turn eighteen, I'll be getting a job and leaving when I get my first
paycheck. I don't care if the utilities aren't set up. I'm leaving.
“Eren! What the hell is this stain on the couch!?” Probably your fucking semen.
“I dunno.” I raised my voice so he could hear but he wasn't satisfied with my
answer and burst through my door. I just barely managed to cover the flyer
before he yanked me by the back of my neck into the living room. He pushed me
down and held my face right above this supposed stain, which I don't see. At
all.
“What the fuck did you do!” I don't know what to say to him because there is NO
stain. When I don't respond, he leans down to my ear. I can smell it at that
point. The rum staining his breath. He's so much worse when he's drunk.
“Not going to fess up? Fine.” He didn't even wait until he'd finished speaking
to kick me in my left side. After the first time, it's just non-stop kicks in
the same spot. I feel like puking; I'm struggling to breathe. By the time I'm
laying on the floor, cradling my head protectively, he's moved on to my back. I
pray that he doesn't kick hard enough to do any damage to my spine but...he’s
really drunk. I can deal with the pain but when I'm scared, the tears don't
stop flowing.
I wake up in that same position on the floor but Grisha isn't there. I must've
passed out because of the pain. As I try to get up, I crumble back down. It's a
crippling pain that ripples through me with each movement. I fight it anyways.
I just need to get out of the apartment. Ah...shit. I just spit up blood. Is
that normal?
I defy every aching inch of my body and force myself to the front door. My
shoes are in my bedroom but I don't think I'll have enough willpower to leave
my room if I get them. So I go barefoot.
The first thing I notice is that the cool, night air feels good on my skin. I
stand there and just breathe it in, as if it's purifying something inside me.
The second thing that I notice? Levi is sitting outside smoking and he's got
company. Some tall blonde guy with killer eyebrows. They're both staring at me
but I disregard regard them and go on my merry way.
Well, not for long. I hear light footsteps and turn to see that midget coming
after me, apparently.
“What's up?” I try to sound casual but I think my struggle for oxygen left my
throat a bit scratchy.
“Where the hell are you going without shoes?” He takes a drag from his
cigarette and just stares at me. I swear that stare can see right through
everything.
“On a walk.” Another puff of smoke distorts my view of the moon, making it look
mystical, in a way.
“You're going on a walk at a quarter till one in the morning?” I can feel his
friend staring at us but I shrug them both off.
“Yes, Dad.” I feel a little guilty after calling him that. He's nothing like
Grisha. Levi doesn't seem to care for the name either.
“You shitty brat.” With that, he walks away. Back to his friend who looks
extremelyentertained. As I make my way down the sidewalk, I hear their
conversation fade.
I let the sounds of the world soothe me. I let myself fall into the leaves
rustling, the crickets chirping, and that faint, ever-present sound of sirens.

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The sun has started rising by the time I get back. I haven't slept and I'm
pretty sure there's a piece of glass stuck in my foot. I don't see Grisha’s
car, thankfully. He must've been called into work. But of course, as if
summoned, Levi walks out with that Eyebrow guy. I refuse to look in their
direction but I can feel the questioning look he's giving me.
“Fuck! Your foot is bleeding bad!” He's got a hold of me at this point and I
look down to see the impressive trail of blood leading up the sidewalk. I don't
argue as he pulls me into his apartment. I feel it'd be pointless.
“Erwin, set the kid on the loveseat.” I tense as his arms wrap around me but he
doesn't notice or doesn't care. I'm sat down when Levi comes back in carrying a
first-aid kit. He lifts my foot up and makes a disgusted noise.
“I think all the filth in the world has collected on your feet.” Bit of an
exaggeration but I'm in no mood to argue.
“Change of plans. Go shower first.”
“I don't have any clothes here…” He scoffs as he sets the kit aside.
“Your apartment is five feet away. Give me your keys and I'll grab a change of
clothes.” I see Eyebrows watching me, obviously intrigued by our interaction.
Levi clears his throat and draws my attention to his extended hand. I reach
into my pocket. Not that one. I reach into my other pocket. Fuck.
“I don't have my keys.” He narrows his eyes at me and I start to feel like a
bother.
“You don't need to do anything for me, I'll just wait till Grisha gets home.” I
start to get up, only to be pushed back down.
“You can just borrow some of my clothes. Go take a shower, Eren.” I'm a little
startled by my name before remembering our text exchange. But it's still weird.
I haven't heard anyone but Grisha call my name in years.
“Some of...your...clothes?” I look him up and down, the reason for my
apprehension clear. Eyebrows breaks out in a fit of laughter, making me nearly
shit myself.
“He's got a point, Levi.” The raven looks back at me.
“And what point is that, exactly?” I can see my death in his eyes. I wonder if
I should say it or let the way the clothes fit say it for me. But it's too
late. My mouth ran off without my brain.
“You're kind of short, y’know? And I'm not quite that small…” He definitely
wants to kill me now. I can see him planning it out already.
“Just go get cleaned off.” He pulls me off the bed and nudges me towards the
bathroom. I limp the rest of the way while trying not to get blood on the
carpet.
Once I make it in there, I strip off my clothes and examine my body. I look
like shit. I've never seen a spine this bruised and swollen. My side looks like
someone splattered purple paint on me. I sigh and step into the shower, not
caring about the temperature. It feels good to wash off, for the most part. It
still hurts to move around.
After I've scrubbed myself raw, I turn the shower off. Moments later, there's a
knock at the door and Levi enters with caution.
“Here's a towel.” He hands it to me and I quickly wrap it around my waist and
step out. He's also got a change of clothes, which I take and set on the toilet
seat. Then I realize he's still standing there and when I look up, his
expression says it all. My face flushes instantly as I try to explain the
bruises.
“I-I’m kind of a delinquent, y’know? So I just...get into
fights...occasionally…” It all sounds like a lie. I can't make myself sound
convincing for whatever fucking reason.
“Is that why you went out last night? To fight someone?” He furrowed his brows
and crossed his arms.
“Well, no...I...I’m an insomniac.” I applaud myself for at least being able to
not stutter.
“An insomniac delinquent, huh.” He walks out of the bathroom, unimpressed with
my explanation. But what am I supposed to say?
I get dressed in the fitted, designer tee and joggers. Both of which, don't
fit. As expected. The tee shows some midriff while the joggers are well above
my ankles. But when I walk out, neither of them comment on it. They're too
focused on the bit of bruising peeking out of the bottom of the tee.
“Thanks for the clothes…” I hug my body tight, regretting ever leaving my
apartment.
“Don't thank me. Just sit down and lift up your foot.” I obey and he sets my
still bleeding foot into his lap. He cleans it with some kind of wipe and then
checks for any debri stuck inside.
“So, Eren, is it?” Eyebrows breaks the silence and I nod to confirm.
“I'm Erwin. I was in the Scout Regiment with that one.” He jabs a finger at the
scowling man bandaging my foot.
“Scout Regiment?” I question, never having heard of it.
“It's a special branch of the military.” I acknowledge his statement and look
back at Levi, who's putting the supplies up. Now that I think about it, I could
very much see him in a military setting. I'd wanted to join the military so bad
when I was younger. Eld had introduced me to some of his friends and they all
talked about training and day-to-day responsibilities.
“Is that what your books are about?” Erwin looks taken aback by my statement as
Levi nods.
“You told him about your books? Wow.” Now I'm seriously confused.
“Was he not supposed to…?” I'm hoping I didn't get him in trouble for whatever
reason.
“He just doesn't usually tell anyone about his writing career. He even writes
under a pen name.” So then...why'd he tell me?
“Enough about shit that doesn't matter. Want a beer?” He's obviously not asking
me so I twiddle my thumbs while he brings two cans of beer out.
“Levi tells me you live with your boyfriend.” Of course he did.
“Um...sort of.” I'm really not sure how to go about this topic.
“Sort of?” Wow. I see why these two fuckers are friends.
“We aren't really...together...I mean I guess I'm just convenient for him...or
something.” I try to keep it light but the two men exchange an indecipherable
look.
“Well in that case…” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. After
a few moments of scrolling and typing, he shows me the screen.
“Levi needs a ‘Plus One’ to this Survey Corps event. Would you mind going as
his date?” I want to say no. I probably should say no. The two men are
expressionless while awaiting my answer. Before I can answer, Erwin tries to
calm whatever worries he thinks I have.
“It is a couple of months away, so you have some time to think about it and get
to know each other a little more. No need to answer immediately.” He smiles
this smile that I'm sure makes both men and women swoon. Levi is still watching
me like a hawk and I can't tell if he's disappointed or not.
“Okay...I'll let you know.” I swear I see him perk up slightly but I
immediately feel like I imagined it.
“Do you want a coffee or something, kid?” He leans back and brings the beer can
to his lips in the most heavenly way. I almost don't register that he spoke to
me.
“Oh, uh, no thank...you.” I feel my heart drop when I see Grisha’s car through
the window.
“Fuck…” I accidentally mumbled it aloud.
“Something wrong?” Erwin looks at me with concern but I'm already running to
the door. I don't bother saying goodbye. I just sneak into my apartment, hoping
he didn't notice I was gone. But alas, my life can't be that simple.
“Where were you and where the hell did you get those clothes?” He's sitting on
the couch, surrounded by files.
“These are just some of my old clothes...I went on a run.” He slams the file in
his hands down.
“Why are you lying to me, Eren? You know what happens to liars.” He stood up
and started slowly making his way to me. Eyeing me like a predator to prey.
“I-I’m not!” It's then that there's a knock on the door. Grisha opens it to
reveal Levi, the one who I know is about to seal my fate.
“Can I help you?” I hear the fake kindness in his voice. I call it his “Doctor
voice.”
“I was just dropping off Eren’s clothes.” He hands the bag to Grisha and then
spots me, probably looking like a deer in headlights.
“I see. Well thank you. Eren?” I slowly walk forward, wondering if he's about
to pull some bullshit.
“Thank him for bringing your clothes over.” I peek up at Grisha. He has that
sickening smile plastered on his face. And for a second, I think that Levi can
see through it too.
“Thank you.” I try to speak normally but my jaw is involuntary clenched down
like a vice. Levi just stares at me and I'm mentally on my knees, begging him
to leave before he makes it worse. And apparently God was listening for once,
because he said his goodbyes and left.
Within one second of the door closing, I hear a crack and I'm on the ground. My
cheek is tingling but I don't really feel anything.
“Are you whoring yourself out to random men now? Is that it?” He's screaming
and I'm thinking there's no way Levi doesn't hear it.
“I didn't...I’m not!” My voice is near silent compared to his and I get
frustrated with myself for crying.
“Don't fucking lie to me, boy! How do you explain the fact that you're wearing
his clothes, hm?” His foot is against my chest, holding me down.
“Because—” I don't know why I bother trying to explain or defend myself. He
believes what he wants.
“Shut up and get on your knees.” No! I don't want to! I hate this! I fucking
hate you!
“Eren. Open your mouth. Don't make this harder on yourself.” I'm not just going
to roll over and die for him. I fucking refuse.
“Eren.” His fingers are prying my mouth open and suddenly it's full and I'm
gagging.
“Bite and I will pull the offending teeth out.” I'm trying to shove him off.
Trying to stop crying. Trying to figure out what I did to deserve getting
thrown into my own personal hell.
Chapter End Notes
     I feel like...I'm not descriptive enough of what's going on. Idk. Let
     me know if you have qualms/concerns with how I'm explaining things.
     Eren's coping method (humor and sarcasm, etc.) was actually something
     I personally experienced with an old friend/ex of mine. So it's kind
     of weird manifesting it in a character. Idk. Ignore me.
     I enjoyed having Erwin ask Eren out for Levi. Reminded me of those
     notes people wrote in like middle school.
     "Do you like me? Check yes or no"
     LOOOOOL
     Next chapter (if this does well) will probably be Levi’s POV.
     Leave a comment/kudos if you enjoyed! (You don't need an account.)
***** Je Suis Levi *****
Chapter Notes
     Shorter chapter because Levi is short.
      
     Just kidding. It's because I can't do much from his POV yet.
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Walking back to my apartment, I hear arguing coming from Eren’s. I guess their
relationship is more serious than he thinks.
“His boyfriend is home?” Erwin lounges across the couch, sipping at a new can
of beer.
“Guess so. That guy looks older than I am. At least I know that age isn't an
issue.” I sit down next to him and grab my half-empty beer. Erwin looks at me
like he's pondering something.
“But you think something else is an issue.” I nod slowly, thinking back to how
Eren behaved around that man.
“You saw those bruises. Part of them, anyway. They were  awful , Erwin. I felt
like I was looking at my old self.” I lean back and stare at the ceiling,
remembering my shit life with Kenny.
“And you think this boyfriend of his did it?” He set his beer down, realizing
that this conversation was quickly escalating.
“I don't know. The guy definitely gave me asshole vibes though. If I could hear
more than muffled yelling, I could probably figure it out. But from here, it's
hard to tell who's screaming in the first place!” I clench my fists thinking
about that man hurting Eren.
“I guess that's the blessing and curse of these high-end apartment complexes.
You could always just ask him.” I send him the hardest fucking glare possible.
“You can't just ask someone if they're being abused, dumbass.” He pokes me in
the center of my forehead, royally pissing me off.
“That's what I did with you.” He smiles that stupid, shitty smile.
“Eren and I are nothing alike. It's not the same.” I sigh and go back to
staring at the ceiling.
“I'm not so sure about that.” I wanted to ask him why the hell he's ‘not so
sure’ but I honestly wanted the conversation to end more.
“That kid, though. He really hasn't changed much, physically. Apart from being
taller.” I remember meeting him for the first time. He really was adorable. And
no matter how much I glared at him, he still wanted to talk to me. But when I
first called out to him the other day, he looked like I killed his precious
fucking parakeet or some shit. And that was before I complained about his late-
night romp.
“His personality has definitely taken a 180. He used to be so outgoing. And he
was never  not  smiling.” I almost smile myself, thinking about those
glittering green eyes as he talked a mile-a-minute.
“Losing your only family member can do that to you, I suppose.” Erwin messes
his hair up, tired of it being slicked back. I imagine that’d get uncomfortable
after a while.
“I feel like it's more than that.” He hummed in response and I knew he must've
felt the same way.
“You've never been one to doubt your instincts. So what are you going to do
about it?” That was a good question. There's not too much I can do.
“Well. I think my only option is to romance the shit out of this kid. And
hopefully he'll realize that he has options.” Specifically me. I want to be his
favorite option. But as long as he's happy, I'll be happy. Mostly. I still want
him to be mine.
“Ah, yes. I have plenty of experience in ‘romancing the shit’ out of someone.”
His tone is mocking but I couldn't care less.
“Shove it, Eyebrows.” He chuckles and goes to the kitchen to grab us another
round of beers.
“How do you plan on wooing him, exactly?” He sat down next to me and passed me
a can before opening his own.
“Hell if I know.” I chug half of the beer before setting on the coffee table.
“You could always...I don't know...take him out.” He speaks like this is common
sense but I've no experience in dating. One-night stands are as far as it goes
for me, usually. Sometimes it won't even go that far, depending on the
cleanliness of their home. I never take them back to my place. The one time I
did resulted in me earning a stalker. So no thank you.
“Like to a movie or what?” I know I sound agitated but I'm eager to learn
nonetheless.
“Try taking him out for a drink first. Tea or coffee.” A drink, huh? I have no
clue what this brat likes but I guess that's what these supposed ‘dates’ are
for.
“I'd rather just show his cute ass what I can do in the sack.” I casually sip
my beer, imagining myself doing just that.
“Absolutely not! You cannot sleep with him until after the Survey Corps black
tie event!” Erwin is red-faced with bulging eyes as he raises his voice.
“Yeah yeah.” I wave him off dismissively and continue enjoying my subpar
beverage. He relaxes back into his spot and adjusts his button-up.
The rest of our evening is spent ‘training’ me for these future dates. I don't
plan on changing myself but Erwin is childishly excited to bring out his
century-old skills and dusty ass pick-up lines, so I indulge the man.


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Erwin left sometime before eight o’clock. Instead of brooding over the
possibilities of Eren’s situation, I clean. And I clean  hard.  So much so that
by the end of it, my apartment smells like a hospital. All sterilized and
impersonal. Just the way I like it. But when there's nothing left to clean, I
can't resist the urge to message that green-eyed little shit.
To: Brat
You okay? Seemed
like he was mad.
I feel like that's not the best way to put it but what the hell else do I say.
I lay there and wait for a response and then get fucking pissed because I'm
lying around waiting for him to message me back like I'm a goddamn kid. So, I
shower and change into a pair of pants. By the time I'm done, I see that little
light blinking on my phone.
From: Brat
I'm fine.
Well shit. How do I continue the conversation.
To: Brat
Good.
After hitting send, I'm not sure why I sent it in the first place. I know he
definitely won't reply to it. So I craft up another message.
To: Brat
When is the next
time he's at work?
I know that he's more inclined to go out if he's alone, so I use that to my
advantage. It's not a minute later that my phone vibrates with a reply.
From: Brat
Tomorrow morning.
I can work with that. I ignore the curtness of his responses because I usually
text that way myself.
To: Brat
Want to go out for
a coffee ?
I send the message, not understanding why my palms suddenly feel so sweaty.
It's disgusting. So I wash my hands for a good three minutes until I hear that
little vibration.
From: Brat
Sure.
I look back in the mirror and my face is covered by my perpetual scowl, but
I've never felt this excited...dare I say, giddy. No. Not giddy. I'm Levi
Ackerman. I'm never ‘giddy.’
From: Brat
Um, what time? He
leaves at 6am
I'd take him the moment that fucker was gone, but I don't want to seem to
eager. That's also kind of early. He says he's an insomniac but I know he's
lying because  I  am an insomniac. He does not look heavily deprived of sleep.
To: Brat
8?
After confirming the time and that I would pick him up, I start planning out my
outfit. Not because I care or anything. Just want to, uh, save time in the
morning. But I can't really focus on anything but Eren and I end up playing out
different scenarios of the date before I eventually fall asleep.


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I wake up before my alarm goes off, as usual. I wouldn't bother with setting an
alarm but I know that the one time I don't, I'll sleep in. That's just how it
goes.
I rush to get ready, for whatever reason. It won't make time go by any faster.
I spend a little extra time on fixing my hair. Just because. I put on my black
cardigan over a black tee, and then I pick out a random pair of jeans. The fact
that they just so happened to be the pair that flatter and fit me the best
means nothing. Then I top it all off with my short, leather boots. Not because
they're my nicest pair. They are. But I just grabbed them at random. Because I
don't care.
As soon as eight hits, I'm out my door and knocking on Eren’s. But he doesn't
answer. I wait a few minutes, thinking he was running late. But he still
doesn't come to the door. After my third attempt at knocking, I get a text.
From: Brat
Can't go, sorry!
And that's it. No explanation. I stare at my phone for a few moments, dejected
and shocked. Why the hell can't this little brat go?
The average man would text back and let him know that it's fine. Possibly
reschedule. But I am no average man. I am Levi. Fucking. Ackerman. Humanity's
strongest soldier. Critically acclaimed novelist. Cleaning enthusiast.
And I am taking this little shit out on a date.
Chapter End Notes
     Five fucking stars for angsty, nervous Levi. THIS WILL BE HIS FIRST
     DATE...if it happens.
     I turned 21 today and I'm not really that excited. I just want to
     take a nap. But Aspen (my baby) is not for it.
     Back to the fiction. So Levi kind of knows...but he doesn't. AND I'M
     SO EXCITED FOR THE SHIT TO UNFOLD LIKE OMG. But I must be patient.
     Can't rush it.
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