#erehisu fic

[robinainthood]

Earthmover

⸢ ᴇ��ᴇɴ x ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ⸥ ⸢ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ , 進撃の巨人 ⸥

Wordcount: 1.3k (1/? Chapters) Tags: Alternate Canon, 50 Year Plan, inherent tragedy of fighting for freedom in a world that has none, Royalty, Political Marriage, Forbidden Proximity, forbidden touch, in which hand holding is Scandalous, Character Study, Relationship Study, Heavy Angst, Introspection, Excessive Romance, Slow to Update

This was the Eren Jaeger she’d come to know in their years together; the one who would use any means necessary to achieve his goals. The one forged from fire and storms and all things ravaging, devastating, and divine. The one who found solace in shadows and underbellies and words left unsaid. The one stuck in a nightmare.

In which a want is not a need.

Or, in which Historia agrees to the 50-year plan.

AO3 Link (excerpt under the cut!)

The throne room was filled to the brim with chattering politicians and military personnel. Rumors had spread over the following weeks of the titans' disappearance, the district fraught with suspicions as the Scout and Garrison regiments spent more time within the walls than outside them. As life slowed to an unfamiliar lull.

Minutes prior, Historia had found purchase in Eren ’s arm as she descended the carriage onto the icy roads of Trost. He’d regarded her with a stony expression, staring ahead as they ascended the stairs to the throne room.

“Keep your guard up.” He’d said solemnly. “They’re sharks, the lot of them. That Azumabito woman has no moral compass whatsoever. She’ll devour you.”

Of course, Kiyomi would turn out to be an ally of Paradis island, and quite the valuable one at that. An unwavering greed wouldn ’t change that, not when they had both the Attack Titan and the Founding Titan in their arsenal.

Despite this, and regardless of any sense or reason or, god forbid, trust he ’d claimed to have in her acumen, her protector would stride into the room as if the entire world were waiting for him to let his guard down. Arm tight against her hand.

Then there was talk of royal blood and inheriting the Beast Titan and bearing children and fifty years of geopolitics and it was all she could do to bite back the venom that hid somewhere deep, the same venom she ’d felt crawl up her throat like bile the day she’d tore chains from the boy seeking freedom. The same venom that made way for guilt and shame, for selfish decisions and the horrible, familiar feeling that maybe, just maybe, the world would be better off if no one was around to see it.

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Ich möchte dich halten und für immer -I want to hold you (close) and Forevermore

Chapter 1

He had a vision, he did. One of the golden fields. She stood upon a ridge, golden hair blowing in the wind. Her blue eyes beaming. He felt the grain upon his fingers and the wind tousling his hair. He saw the young faces that peeked behind her white frock. There were two. One a young boy another a young girl.. 

….

The boat shook as it -like a saber, blemished and punctured through the ripples of the sea. He laid upon a bed head ached his legs broken his arm disfigured. He lay motionless though his mind in motion. He remembered most of what had transpired. The rumbling. He remembered the feeling of the Titans as they paraded to Marley. He felt it that feeling of anger and madness that feeling of power. He knew he wanted to use that power for a good reason though. What good reason? To kill? To murder? He had become the monster he had feared. But was it ever a monster? Or was it just him? A him that he didn't want to see? A him that he allowed himself to become? 

He breathed in a deep sharp breath, a whistle hissing through his teeth. He felt the phantom pain that seemed to stir below. A knock came on the door to his room that he had been secluded to. He didn't say anything - he didn't need to. The door opened a creak and a sigh from its rusted hinges. Flash of a red scarf moved swiftly, black hair - short. Words were spoken though he did not hear them. Eyes closed softly and sleep took him. 

He had a vision again. Among an army - bayonets at the ready. She lay in his arms dust speckled. 

The Boat shook and a gas lamp swayed above him. It was lit though he didn't remember by whom. He heard shouts and hollers. Though his eyes closed once more. 

It was cool. The wind whipped softly the white fabrics of the bed sheets. He lay staring to his right and at the sun that beamed through. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to nothingness. His arm was cast. His legs too still needed time to heal. Mikasa and Armin came by alongside Lady Historia who had taken the mantle of queen regent. 

“You are not pardoned, Eren Yeager. But till you can at least stand at attention you will not die today.” That was all she spoke to him. She left.

Mikasa and Armin only gave slight nods and stiff smiles. They had arrived in what only he could think was Marley. For he was constantly watched and checked upon - Nurses with guards holding bayonets and rapiers at the ready. 

It was raining on the day he was released. The sun was hiding behind a swathe of clouds. He lumbered steadily down the stairs of the hospital it smelled of sterile chemicals. He heard coughing and other such noises screams of birthings and the like. He made his way out the door and stepped out into the grey world that he was so hell-bent on destroying. And he took a sniff of the wet air and remembered.

Oh, how beautiful is living? 

OOO

He found a small hole in the wall inn. A rickety place though would be just fine for Mister Krueger. That was the name he decided to take while recovering. “Eren Yeager” Would give too much attention to him. It also didn't help that there were still Jaegeristic cults here and there. They would have thought him some prophet - he didn't need that not after what happened. He was alone now, alone in a small room. A square of wood, a ceiling to shield him from the rain. Alone with his phantom pain, though that phantom of his past still stayed with him - so was he ever truly alone. He shook his head. Twas not the time for such exastilitst meandering thoughts, He turned to the bed - if one could call it that. It was merely a bed with a loose white sheet and one woolen blanket. 

He groveled as he felt the earth shake. He felt the wet and salty tears slowly agonizingly fall from his eyes. One eye that wasn't there. Or one eye that was a mere ghost. What a beautiful joke that it is that I am now alive. I feel my blood pumping. I hear my heartbeat. My ears scream with the noise of the blood that flows within me… What a beautiful and horrible thing it is. To be alive. He fell there upon the mattress everything falling black around him. 

A knock sounded harsh as it reverberated through the wooden door. It was a sharp pang of pain to the healing ears. 

“Mr Krueger?” A voice sounded beyond the door. 

“Im. Im up.” He said, his voice gravelly and dried as hell's landscape. 

He slowly got up throwing on a shirt over his bare body and pants. 

“May I come in?” The voice asked. Of which the man thought - was quite a nice thing to do - especially to ask to enter the room, a room that held a beast that gnaws at itself  - that he could lose his life. Though it seemed the man who entered did not fear their death for he came in steadfast and resolute. An elder chap. He wore baggy rags and wool and something about him made Krueger question. Leonhardt? He thought to himself. That name matched the old man - though he was unsure, and gave no more to fester the flame of that idea. That man if it is Leonhardt, I do not think he would - for a second wish to know that he housed the man that started the rumbling - that man has to die.  “Thank you sir.” he had brought a poorly made omelet - mushrooms and kale sprouted from the wet egg substance. 

“Naye It's just all a part of the job.” The Older man said.

“If I may ask.” Krueger began picking at the omlete the egg pooling shout his fork as he cut it softly. 

“Yes?” He was about to leave. The old man was. He turned to face the man with one eye. 

“Do you have a daughter?” The man seemed to soften.

“I once did. However, I feel she does not see me in such a light. I was a hard man on her you see. Though she does not need me anymore. She is herself. Whatever that is to mean for her.” he said patting Kruger's leg. “Son do not worry yourself .” And the old man left him. Just like that.

“Annie.” he thought to himself, the name was something he knew though felt as if he had heard it upon a wind, or a dream he did not remember.. 

A face flashed and a smile followed. Hands clasped behind her back. Her eyes sparkled and dazzling. He fell to his knees and held onto her legs. Then there was ash. He stood in the middle of a wave of flesh and tendrils. Blood spattered about his body. Flashes of war above. And death below. 

Kreuger was shaken from his revelry he found his mouth sputtering blood. He gasped trying to recollect what had happened. He looked about the room he was in. It was familiar he knew it was his room, though the walls seemed to mock him. He found himself and the world still around him. He made his way down the old steps to the main door, it was busy for the morning. Carriages went by as rain pattered down in relentless torrents. He opened the door and started walking, puddles showed the reflection of a tired soul that stared back at him. Carriages and horses milled about as they went on with their life. They were alive. He was alive. 

He was unsure if historia blessed him by allowing him to exist, to stay alive. To be a complete being. Though he had to give her the thought of thanks. He was - to most of those around him a war criminal. The ring leader of the devils of paradis. 

The devils of paradise? Is that truly what I had become? An angel cast away from paradise? My wings clipped from my back and so I built my own. I brought fire to Them. and yet I still burned myself. My soul? Am I cursed? He sneered at himself. 

“What is hell? If not my life already?” he walked across the street. His hair had grown and so it whipped about like loose strands of fabric it was in a way a veil to hide the devil beneath. Though the stitches around his neck were a telltale sign. He walked with a sturdy gait as he made his way down the streets of New Rose. The skyline stretched on forever and no walls closed around him. Children laughed and smiled, People thrived and lived. This is what he wanted and yet this was not what he gave them. Instead, his glares bring pain and sorrow. And all he sees are the crumpled bits of remains. As they were simply ants beneath its feet. The rumbling was a storm. It was supposed to bring light after it and yet it seemed to him - now that he saw this before him. It was Historia who brought the light. She was there sun when he was the storm. He the rain. She is the giver of life. He drowned them. 

He meandered the streets - he knew where he was to be and yet his legs took their time to carry him there. He made his way through pavilions sculpted from fine marble. Sculptors at work on statues: Historia and the heroes of paradise - The world. He saw his friends and his allies and thought himself a failure - he knew the pain that he caused, though he never felt it when he was in the founder. Yes, he felt the dirt beneath him though his emotions, seemingly faded as if it was a dog silenced its howling no more. He contoured to walk through the pavilion and up a flight of stairs making his way to The Capital. Birds: swallows and doves flit about, he stood there for a moment drowning in his thoughts a voice called out to him though he did not answer. 

“Kreuger!” the voice belonged to a faceless soldier, the man flanked him and started pushing him into the direction. He fell into pace with the man a steady rhythmic gait. They made their way through the halls of Matris. The walk to the main hall seemed to go by in a blur, a haze had come over him that he could not pull himself out of. They entered the last hall one that sprawled forward and seemingly infinite, ranks of guards were set they all wore the crest of the rose. Of which was once the crest of those who worked within the garrison now a sub-group was born out of that. They stood resolute though showed no emotion. A large mass of granite and stone carved and inlaid with wood within the granite was a visage of Our Lady of Peace. Kreuger looked closely at the features of the door though it moved and shifted he stepped back as it did so. 

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“This is the notes on the trial of the Founder titan - Eren Yeager (Krueger). Lady Secretary Hange Zoe Akerman as note taker.

Our Lady of Peace: Begin the Trial of The Founder Titan. Eren Yeager.

The door opened upon the west side of the throne room as Lord Captain Levi Akerman arrived with lawyer: Jean Kiestein. 

Lawyer Kirstein: Mister Kreuger. I am here to represent you - though i will have this known that I am not want to be here i was asked by my wife and your friend to represent you.” 

First Notes upon the Trial of the founder in chains.

The winds were tame as the carriage pulled up to the Koffe house that was on the point of Lamplight Street. Leonhardt got up and walked out straightening her skirts as she did so. The sun was out though clouds in the distance gave a foreboding sign of a storm to come. Leonhardt proceeded into the House as she opened the door, the assaulting aroma of beans being crushed wafted in waves as she found herself sitting. She sat down and waited for whom she was to meet. 

She pulled out the paper files that she had carried with her from her suite. Slowly filling through them with her thumb, some were papers with writings, news clippings, and the like. Something caught her eye. It was a pillar in the news that read: The Founder in the chain now meets with the Eldian Our Lady of Peace. She felt something grip her. It was him. She thought he was dead. Though it was him. Though his neck bore stitches. She shuffled through the pillar reading it: “Within the early time of day Eren Yeager now faces charges after several month-long recuperation from surgery.” A silent shuffling arose from across her, accompanied by a cough. Leonhardt looked up and was met with the face of Lady Tybur. 

“Oh, I'm sorry Milady. I suppose you are the one who called for a detective?” Leonhardt asked, grasping a pen and ink from her bag. Shuffling to also find the right papers. She could feel her mind surprised and frazzled. Quickly got up shaking hands with the lady Tybur., not allowing her cold demeanor to slide away. 

“Yes, I am. I need someone - of your talents. However, I was unsure if I should have come to you or reported it to the soldiers. But I guessed that you could also if you thought it best.” The lady Tybur seemed to grow out of breath, Leonhardt placed a solid hand on the woman's lap. 

“Breathe. Talk to me slowly, what happened?” She said removing her hand and getting to jot anything of everything of importance down. 

“Well I received a letter that bore a strange waxing seal and within the letter was that of a threat. A threat against my nieces and nephews. This was but a week ago, now I awoke and made my way to see them, one was found dead.” Leonhardt wrote this. Word for word. 

“Could you describe in-depth detail? If it is not a burden?”Leonhardt asked poising her pen at the ready.

“I - I can try.” Lara gulped. “There was a large pool of blood. The Head was bashed in the back and three poles of wood were used in the back. The body looked like it fell forward. He was wearing his night clothes.” She started tearing up, and Leonhardt padded her.

“I think it best if I visit the scene for myself. Where did this happen?”  She asked.

“He started a job at the banks and bought a house on the same block down by the docks.” Lady Tybur said trying to pull herself together. 

“Thank you, Milady. I'll go down there right now.” Leonhardt payed for thei rKofees. And made her way out of the small shabby Kofee house. She hailed a carriage and got into one.

“The docks” The driver nodded taking the small golden coins and sl;idig them into his coat pocket. Leonhardt opened the door climbing in. 

She sat as the carriage began to toil away as her afternoon had gotten away from her the sky was now a slow blistering orange melting away into a pink. The sea was a mirror to the sky almost giving way to an expanse of beauty. She sighed as she watched the small licks of the ocean spray. She walked down the way that rode alongside the wooden pier. Some houses and stores were slowly closing up - lamplights snuffed out. She made her way to the rusting building with a small pile of letters and news clippings. She knocked on the door. No sound came back to her. Her hand made contact with the chilling knob, and turning it slightly the door moaned open. It was silence followed by a hush of a silent wind that beckoned her inside. She walked slowly eyeing the entree way. A coat holder stood abandoned dusty hats now home to cobwebs where placed upon it. She continued stepping fully into the antechamber. A staircase led upwards - a door to the left was open ajar. Leonhardt slowly pried the door open which led it into a study, a fire pit filled with ashes sat in the middle of the wall to the farthest side, a table piled with books and an old coffee cup solemnly alone. She wandered in brushing a stray blonde lock behind her ear, she rifled through the books, they all were of some alchemical maths. Though she did not understand. A skull shone upon them frequently though. She walked out and began up the steps. As she got to the main room she found the door was open and she was greeted with the site of the crime. The Young Tybur man lay face-planted right through a wooden pole. Breaking the skull. Dried blood crusted about it. The man also had two others in his back where his arms met his backbone. Leonhardt coughs her breath. She paced into the room and saw the small vines that grew around the poles. They were grey tendrils that gave way to flower buds. She looked closer at the face and saw that where a mouth ounce was a black flower seemed to be growing. Same with the eyes. She scratched at her note pad making quick notes on the scene. She looked at the poles. Wet oak. Cracking. She continued looking around there was a bed - sheets open. Blankets disheveled. There was blood that streaked onto the ground. She knelt smoothing the creases of her skirt, looking at the scene more intently. There were slice marks across the ear - or at least where an ear might been. Blood pooled out. Though it was now dried and swelling into purple welts. 

“What in Ymirs name…” Leonhardt trailed off as she watched the small buds start to bloom. Black flowers grew the leaves curling vines growing around the arm. She jerked back putting her notes away in her satchel. Slowly she made her way out of the suite and made her way down the stairs. A chill percolated on the back of her neck. Turning her head slowly as she opened the door - she thought she felt eyes on her. Though when she looked there was nothing there. The Day was ending as the sun slowly vanished. She hailed a taxi home. 

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The Court was uninjured as Our Lady of Peace spoke the final words

 “Eren jager. You are found Guilty.” There was a palpable draw of breaths. Tension in the air,  Though with this time today, you are allowed to walk free - we have made sure that what you say is true. Secretary Akerman has done the sciences and we have come to realize you no longer hold the founder and attack titan within you. Though you walk free you are to be taking arms into my personal cadre vanguard. Royal Captain Levi Shall watch over you.” The woman with the bejeweled crown said. She stood up, her white gown fell behind her as she started towards Krueger. She walked placing the key into the cuffs and unlocking them. They fell with a clank. It reverberated throughout the silent hall. There were sneers from some and silent applause from others. Kruger looked up and met the eyes of Her Majesty. 

“I would like -” He gulped, “To thank you, Milady Historia Reiss.” 

She nodded curtly, turning around and ascending back to her throne. The room became vacant and silence paraded about. Lady Secretary headed out alongside the captain. Councilmen and Lawyer Kerstein left alongside a familiar face on his arm. He was once more alone - beside Our Lady of Peace. 

“If I may speak your majesty,” he asked.

“Speak. Krueger.” She answered. Kruger thought for a moment wanting to choose his next words carefully. She sat down placing her hands upon her lap. A maiden retrieved the crown from her head and her necklace. She kept her eyes on the man. 

“Your Excellency I would like to ask one question. Why is it you keep me alive? Is it not retribution that Paradi wants? You must want it for sure.” Silence followed.

“Mister Krueger - that is  the name that you have been going by, is it not?” 

“It is.”

“Well then, Mister Kruger, you are alive for one simple thing, Death would only be freedom for you. While alive and without the power you once held - you are in limbo, alive. And I dare say. That is worse than death.” A darkness grew upon her face. A face that had once been as bright as day was now shaded like clouds before a storm. What she said silenced him. He nodded and followed the guard out. It had become night. He walked out to the pavilion in front of the throne hall. 

“Mister Kruger, would you like me to follow you back to your suite?” The guard beside him asked. 

“Please.” He nodded and the guard nodded too. 

The two of them walked through the pavilion going right through some of the scenic gardens, left passing the statue of our lady. Left again over a bridge that was suspended over a river where fishes swam in dark waters below. It was not until a decent amount of time when they made their way to a small house, it was built in the demure fashion that Paradi and New Rose had been built. A two-story cottage Painted in a peeling pale white, though because of the sun it seemed to be a pasty yellow. 

“Milady Reiss asked that you stay here. We have already moved your clothes and the amenities we found in that shack you were staying in before.” The man spoke fast and with directness. He nodded and started off., leaving Kruger with his thoughts. And his thoughts took over him. He knew exactly this house, though he knew it wasn't the exact one. He remembered that evening. He remembered standing beside her and remembered the bump that was there. He started towards the house. The door was unlocked. He opened it. There were lights inside. Music flitted about the house's soft strings and low pipes. A humm came from down the hall with a smell of - it seemed - to be food. A child peeked its head out from the corner - though he realized, it was not a chile. And there was no smell of food being made. A light blinked on and off and the shadows of the past gave way to things promised. A promise that broke itself. He walked up the steps and found the room he was to live in. A bed made simple stood in solitary silence, an open window to a chilly silent night. He laid his head down and let the night take him into its arms. 

Chapter 2

He awoke to sunlight.

 He hadn't had that dream of the flaxen-haired girl, nor the screams of the damned. He heard peace and peace was all he had, which was strange to him. He didn't know what peace was till that day. He got up slowly. The window beside him was opened, and white curtains hung openly silently fluttering softly. He got up slowly and looked at the small table that bore a small cake and a letter. 

He picked up the flimsy piece of paper which read: Meet General Vanguard Ackerman at the barracks. 

Sincerely Historia Reiss. He pulled his coat off the bedpost and started off the room and down the stairs, The wood was chill under his feet. He slipped his shoes on and went out the door the knob sending a slight shiver up the nape of his neck. Though he simply shook it off. He headed outside down the way the guard had shown him the night before. He waded fast and with purpose as he made his way to where he presumed the barracks were. It took him some time and some time getting lost when he finally found where he was meant to be going. It was still morning yet the doors to the barracks were wide open he heard shouts coming from within. 

“Falco what did I say, keep your head leveled to her eyes. Keep the blade poised and ready to riposte.” a couple of sounds of wood thudding against each other echoed through the hall. 

“Good,” the familiar voice said. Kruger walked in and saw that there within a homily-fashioned ring were Falco and Gabi. Though they seemed older and more tired than he remembered - or at least what he thought he remembered. Shaking his head. 

“Mister Kruger. I thought I would never see the day when you would be back under my wing. Even though you clipped yours doesn't mean that they are gone for long.” Ackerman stated as he brought his wheelchair up to him. He looked at the man whose ounce was set upon killing everything he knew. The titan marks a scar on his cheeks. His hair was now cut ragged and his face looked like that of a man that forgot to shave. 

“How is it you still look at me, Ackerman?” Kruger whispered.

“Because. You're a recruit. I do not argue what Her Highness wishes for.” 

“Historia put you up to this?”

“Yes, Though she would like it if  you could refer to her as any of her aliases.” 

“Our lady of peace?”

“That one.”

“Fitting.”

“She would like you to say that.” A small smirk showed on Levi's face. 

“They've grown.” Kruger watched as Gabi and Falco trained. They had both grown into themselves though he could not but remember the horrors that rode upon their faces when he had decimated Marley that night, the night the declaration was made. 

“They have grown. Both in body and spirit.” They watched as the two continued with their moc melee. Levi clapped his hands when they were done sending the two teens away. 

“What am I to do?” Krueger asked sitting down on a free wooden stool that was one of the rare ones in the training hall part of the barracks. 

“Her lady would like you to be on her personnel Detail. Alongside Mikasa and Connie. Starting today you will start to her chambers and wait for orders though.” He brought a pack of things out from a wooden chest. “She would want you properly dressed.” Kruger took the bag and changed into the fatigues. It was like the ones he had seen on the Marleyans soldiers when he spent his time, though now they wore the Rose of New Rose on them.  It was the same as it once was though the shield was no more. 

The halls of Mitras were labyrinthine  The paintings made from well hand-crafted fresco were plastered above as Krueger walked line in line alongside General Ackerman. It had been a couple months since those days abroad on that boat and yet she still spoke no words to him. Eyes met sporadically - and when they did they were gray and misted over. There was no feeling between them. They walked within a tunnel of their own made silence. 

“I know why you speak no words, Mikasa.” He said to her.

Nothing.

“The world was fire and hell and I was the devil. I was truly the devil of paradise, and I thought you would become my queen. Though I now recognize my sins.” He said. Though she did not speak. Krueger simply nodded and followed her through the halls.

“Here it is.” She nodded to the door to his right. Those were the first words she spoke to him. 

Krueger Entered the room which was in the process of being cleaned butlers and maids ran about the room as Krist Historia Reiss sat scribbling over a paper, and pouring over texts. She did not hear him enter. 

“Milady.” He spoke aloud. She looked up. Her blue eyes glazed over him. 

“Eren Jager.” 

“By the sound of your voice, it's almost as if you missed me.” He said dryly. She chortled at that. Eren started closing towards her desk, it was made of a well-shined mahogany. 

“For someone who has walked the line of death row and is alive your humor still existing is something I find fascinating.” She said closing the ledged she was working in and the book. Tapping it with a pen. 

“So I see that you are in your fatigues,” she said looking up and down at him. “Well first things first - your fist mission, if you want to call it that. There has been word on the streets of murders happening in Trost. I would like you along with the new cadets and Levi Akerman to do some quick recon, I will be joining you too.” She said gathering her things. She talked to the maid beside her of whom nodded back to her.

“Milady.” he said bowing his head, “I know it is not my place to speak without being spoken to - but if we are going into the streets of trost and these supposed murders are happening then. Is it best for the queen to come?” She turned on her to face him. 

“I appreciate your concern, Jager. Though I will do just fine,” she said. Walking to his side. She smelled like Hydragneas. 

“Now follow me.” She started out the door grabbing her fatigue coat and throwing it over her blouse and skirts. He followed her though keeping in an appropriate distance.

The couple made their way through the aisles of Mitras, he eyed her. As she trodded in front of him, her arms behind her bouncing in sync with her steps and along the clacks of her heels. She walked with a steadfast gate, Though he watched her skirts swishing alongside her in the beige frock she wore. Her fingers - those ivory pillars - flexed behind her as if seducing him to hold them. He wanted to reach out, to give in to his carnal desire that bit at his mind's internal heel. He bit his cheek and jolted his head - he drew blood. 

“I have continuously wondered, Mister Jager.” She voiced.”What was it like - starting the rumbling?” 

“I find a question such as that distasteful, Amid this hall and the people that surround us.” He watched as people wearing the same beige frocks as they both went to and fro.”. Though as it is you asking this question I will answer it.” He slowed his pace looking up at the art that was; laid bare in front of his eyes. “It was pure unfiltered rage and sorrow. As if Ymirs own heartache was mine, I could feel the feeling of doubt and loss. I could feel the feeling of losing my children - the children that I don't even have. It was energy too alongside all of the arrays of emotions that tumbled within me - it was like harnessing the world's most tempestuous storm within my soul.” She turned around upon one heel - it was the left one - he made a mental note.

“I feel that was the most articulate you've ever been with me. Hmm,”  a smile began to dance upon her face. The sun dawned over the cupola as a needle of light weaved through the center of it. She rotated back around and the pair began once more. 

The daylight sifted through the white laced fabric that quivered as a chill wind whistled through carrying with it the scent of morning dew. Beneath white silken sheets, she maneuvered herself to sit on the edge of her bed. The sheets draped about her like that of a waterfall.  She massaged her temples as she also could feel the soft winds against her as they ruffled her nightdress. She got up slinking out of bed her muddled mind began to become full consciousness. Walked carefully towards the small counter that bore day-old coffee in a cup. She took it tasing the bitter crumbs swimming in room-temperature water. Coughing she started getting attired. She laced up her boots, buttoning up her frock, She rifled through the mail that had been placed beyond her room door, much of it was nothing but rubbish. Though there was one of finer made paper, for it was also sealed with red wax that made up the face of Lady Historia Reiss. Leonhardt cut it open - slipping her fingers through the crease and opening the paper swiftly, she unfolded the contents that were inside of the paper and discovered within it was a cry for aid, lady historia had urgently requested her to meet her in trost for there where hearings of murders - aligned with what had happened to Lady Tybur. 

 She got up and made her way out down the long hall that was within her dormitory. She thought of what had been written on the parchment. It seemed Trost was under the same virus of murders. She stopped as she had started down a stairwell a man and woman bumping into her, “Sorry.” she said haphazardly. She sprung forward and started running to the most immediate trolley, she fumbled and seized as she tried to keep a hold of her hat with a steadfast will. The cart rolled on the rails like an arrow through the breeze. She watched as the docks came into view, there was a Marleyian ferry that was anchored. Next to it was the Eldian Embassy building. Eldian and Marleyian Soldiers perched upon the gunwale they appeared inattentive and bore no sense of duty.  Some stood their backs to those who were approaching, others took swigs of cheap spirits. - Leonhardt waved at one of the soldiers as she ambled off the trolley. Though she earned nothing but stares, coughing into her hand she still got nothing. 

“Pardon.” she stepped up to where the gangplank led up upon the main deck of the ferry. “I am Detective Leonhardt I have gotten a waiver from the Eldian queen and I ought to have ferrying.” This piqued some interest. A soldier, Eldian by his voice approached her. 

“Detective you say? The man looked at the emblem patch that Leonhardt had produced from her case.

“Yes’sir.”  She nodded.

He nodded back.

“Come aboard.” he motioned taking her hand and, helping her board. The breezes had picked up since the morning for it flicked her hat off her head as it was sprinted away. Steadily she stepped off the gangplank several of the other soldiers behind her started pulling the gangplank up. The large wooden piece being thrown off back onto the dock, there were words spoken though she could not hear them for the winds were howling and licked away the words that were spoken. 

She found a solitary bench that saddled around the gunwale, her back to the expansive ocean - she could hear the whispering and signs of the white caps started to show as the boat lurched., She held her briefcase on her knees as she smooths her skirts. The wind whipped her hair which was pulled in a taut ponytail, she had a slight premonition that it might come undone - though it never did. 

New Rose Station brought with it a chill as the rain started to come down into a torrent upon the royal carriage. Mister Kreuger sat upon the opposite side to where Lady Historia Reiss sat she held in her hand a small leather booklet and silently noted upon it.

“You're staring.” She said maneuvering herself. Placing her notebook back into the folder she carried. Krueger turned his attention away watching as the carriage pulled up outside the station/ 

“Nothing.” He said barely under his breath.

“If you are to be a member of my Detail I want us to have at least some sense of fellowship.” She said setting her fingers on her lap and lacing them together, she kept her gaze unwavering as the rain abashedly swarmed the carriage.

“I find that would be - unprofessional. I am sorry to be candid. Milady.”Krueger reached for the door to unlatch the lock. Though Historia placed her hand on his. 

“There is no time for such idiotic factors as “ formalities.” She held his hand steady and continued to speak: “If I am to be entrusting my life to you I must have you in full. I need to know that you are giving yourself to the cause.” Krueger looked away from her gaze.

“My loyalties are to you. Your grace.” 

“For I am gracious.” She pulled back. Permitting him to step out though as he stepped out of the carriage, swinging the door open and holding it as she carried herself out. The rain washed the cobbled streets and made the floor look like lava where lamps had been lit. Kruger watched as Lady Historia walked away she held a parasol above her head, as the rain fell there was a sound that ululated upon the wind. 

He strolled and found his pace saddling to her side. They reached upon the small box that the Ticketmaster sat drooped over mulling over some old coffee. He raised his head and Krueger  They didn't speak for, they had spoken the words that were needed. He walked ahead of her, as they made their way to the first lane they ran into a man wearing a cap and a well-tailored suit, next to him were several other cadets 

“Milady. Jager.” He nodded to Krueger, who nodded back.

“Vice-captain Ackerman.” Lady Reis Curtsied and the rain started pounding down once more. 

“Milady are you sure that this is a good idea - this being you come to trust. There has been no news of anything new. Perhaps you should just stay here. In new rose.” 

“Captain I appreciate your concern as always. Though I have made my choice.” he nodded at that, and they stood there underneath the eaves as the rain like a ravenous beast of nature, the train slowed past them. The doors slid open with that of an aged and rusted hinge. Krueger gave the man the tickets and helped Our Lady of Peace into the car, which was the closest section of the train - besides that of where the Engine car was. The car itself was made with a well-furnished mahogany, the well-upholstered scarlet chairs lined the sides of it. Her lady sat by herself as Krueger stayed standing - the car lurched and started towards the destination. 

“So are you going to give me the silent treatment cadet?” Historia said pursing her crimson lips her gaze was icy. Krueger kept his eyes to the other side of where a window blurred the outside world. 

“It's times in silence when im able to think most deeply.” He said. 

“Well I guess the past months have given you some time to read?” she patted the seat that was next to her. 

“Why do you say that?” He drew his gaze shifting to meet her. 

“That's from a book. That quote.”

“Oh. I didn't know that.” He sat down on the plush seat, inches away from her. Then the silence returned, saved for the constant cacophony of the train and its wheels.

Though historia could not help but to ask: “About these killings, they say that there has been a constant sigil that has been made with their victim's blood. That of the founder - though crudely made - it is the founder nonetheless. Some who are on my council believe them to be jagersits though I doubt that it could be. Most are locked up. 

“Most?” Krueger turned to her. 

“There are some who wanted to turn their life around and so Levi had them join up the New Rosian Military.” Historia pulled up some of the papers which were in the folder she had brought with her. 

“Because of these supposed murders, I called upon a new detective whom you may  remember.” She pulled out a form within a box that was a picture of a woman whom Krueger knew. That flaxen hair was all but familiar to him. 

“Leonhardt? I stayed with her father a couple of weeks back. He seemed bothered- like some shade overshadowed his eyes, and distressed. She has taken up being a detective?” he looked at the black-and-white picture. She looked different, though there was still something about her. She appeared to be lighter she wore her hair up as she once had thought it was longer interwoven upon itself. She wore the same hat that he remembered during his time when he had run into her in Marley. 

“Though she has not completed much in her time across seas - I trust that she will be a good associate for this assignment.”Historia slid the files back into the handbag she carried with her.. 

“Now if you don't mind im want to get a wink of sleep,” she said closing her eyes, of which Mister Krueger to his reflections.

Trost 

The sun withered into the horizon as it ombre into a faint brume of pink with a purple paleness. He shifted in his chair his eyes flicked open as the seat shuttered to a haltingly immediate stop. Of which it jostled him awake as he found a head upon his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open also - coming to her senses. She looked up and he saw a slight red arise from her face. 

“I am mortified, please forgive me.”Her Majesty articulated, drawing her head away. Seeing her last scraps of composure she had left.

“It's fine.” He grumbled as he yanked his jacket rear over his shoulders, buttoning it up though leaving the one button unfastened at the bottom. He strode up and held his arm out. She took it with a light hand. They had arrived at Trost Station as the sun was beginning to wane and night was being slowly draped upon them like a blanket. They strayed about into the open air, birds could be heard though not seen. He led her through the station, looking about them as if a crisis could assail her highness. 

They found themselves walking arm and arm alone upon the dusty streets of Trost, it had evolved ever since he had last seen it. Kids played - chasing dogs. illuminated by the orange glow of the lights. The rays rippled violently off her majesty's hair - it was something that Krueger could not stop eyeing her. Her lips were quirked in a sort of distortion, and her eyes were sturdy watching what was in front of them. He stopped mid-step: “What is it, Krueger?” She asked, her eyes still simply staring into the distance.

“You hungry?” he asked his voice a low timbre - though it shook with something. 

“I suppose i could eat. We do have time the hotel that i had booked is not open quite yet. What where you thinking?” She turned to him. 

“There, perhaps,” he said pointing to an eatery, that they had passed. She nodded, taking his arm and practically dragging him behind her. 

“Hey now…” He grumbled. 

“Im hungry, ok.” she huffed. They made their way to the door which was made from fine wood. That had glass inlaid with decor. The two were taken up two flights upstairs made from fine mahogany. The two of them felt sorely misaddressed though the fact they were tired-heeled that thought. They were led to the roof, which was flat and had been made a more secluded space for a finer experience. The air was disconcerting, crowded with a quiet chatter. They found a spot that was farther away from most of the commotion of the other patrons. 

The wine arrived and Historia took a sizable sip from it. 

“It's a nice night wouldn't you say?” she said breaking the silence that had been floating about them. 

“It is, One could say even romantic,” Krueger said pouring his glass. 

“One could say - that it was romantic.” Sip. “With another body, perhaps.” she nodded. 

Krueger tapped his foot, as the man brought their orders, A filet and a fish for her majesty. They both started eating, though he barely touched his. 

“Why aren't you eating, jager?” The queen spoke in a drawl. 

“Im sorry for leaving you.” his tongue did summersalts to get those five words out, his heart pulling his mind to say them, and yet he was too scared too - and yet, he said them. “Im sorry for leaving you that night, when you were pregnant. For leaving you. For leaving… How is it?” He looked up now thinking for the first time. He had a kid. 

“.They are doing well.”

“They?” he looked at her with steady eyes. 

“We had twins,” she said with a shy smile. 

“Damn, my lady of peace..” He cursed slinking down into his seat. His palms were sweaty. 

“Now that's not very nice of you as my bodyguard to damn in my name,” she said with a chortle to compliment it. She took a healthy bite from her fish. 

“They are doing adequate, though they do wonder about their father. Who he is. Or was.” Krueger looked up at his queen. 

“You didn't tell them?”

“That you started the apocalypse? No, they didn't have you around - to throw out the fact that you wanted to end the world they were born into - I couldn't do that.” She nodded her head. “ I tried to one night, though I just - I couldn't do it.”

 She smoothed out her skirts. Getting up and putting her jacket back over her shoulders. 

“Can you pay, im of need to use the loo,” she started to make her way down the way they had come up. Kruger stayed there slumped in his seat, he felt the blood within his ears. A ringing constant and fierce. He shook his head trying to make it go away. It did not. She came back her voice soft:

“I paid for it actually - Eren!” She rushed to his side he was hunched over himself, he didn't even notice that he had fallen onto his back, he felt pain - though nothing so bad. 

“Let's get you to the hotel.” Historia grabbed his arm throwing him over her shoulder, she practically dragged him back to there place they where staying. 

They entered the hotel which was made in the old fashion, red velvet for the floor, it was quiet. They made for the stairs Eren heaved a sigh. He pulled away from her. 

“Historia im, sorry for -” Before he could finish their lips found each other. He grabbed her. They kissed there on the steps he pulled her close as he tried to walk up the steps.

“You already said you're sorry Eren.” she kissed him again. 

“I forgive you,” she said with a chortle and another kiss this one deep. He slumped against the wall as she held him, they were in a dance it seemed as though the lights went out. They stopped. 

There was a noise - a mass of people screaming at the front. Though it ended as fast as it started. Eren peaked around the corner like smoke poured into the halls from poorly made smoke. Though figures ran into the hotel, the glass broke. And shots were fired. 

Historia started up the stairs. Screaming though Erens heart was beating like a hammer. 

“EREN GET UP HERE.” She yelled. 

He looked at her. And then the hall. They were gaining - figures that wore masks covering their visages though they resembled the Titans. One wore that of the founder, he carried a musket aiming down its sights and took a shot, Eren lunged onto the stairs though he could hear they where getting closer. 

“Historia run.”

“But!”

“RUN DAMN IT!” 

[fancymuffinparty]

Erehisu SFW Headcanon ask: Vacations

Shipping Headcanons Ask meme! Number 15: Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere? For Erehisu!!! Thank you, thank you!!! :D

Oooh Historia plans most of their vacations, but she gives Eren options so he has a say in their ventures, often in the form of brochures or super detailed itineraries. (I get a kick out of the idea of them using their respective fathers' money to fund their globe-trotting escapades, too! lol) They would travel all over Europe, but specifically western Europe. For romance, art, and unique culinary experiences, they go to France (Paris or Nice). For adventure, mountainous escapes, and shopping they opt for Switzerland or Belgium. I also fancy Germany (Berlin) and Austria (Vienna) as another destination for these lovebirds. Only top-tier accommodations of course; five star hotels and fine dining (per Historia!) BUUUUT Eren drags her into the occasional divey pub/bar/beer hall in the Alpine countries because they always have the best selection of booze and it's always a blast. (Lots of dancing and letting loose with the locals!) I headcanon that Historia speaks some German so she's always adored in the motherland lol

[myinterestsvary-writes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Eren Yeager, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss & Eren Yeager Characters: Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss, Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-War, Erehisu, slight em/jk and mikahisu friendship, Post-Shingeki no Kyojin Chapter 139: Toward the Tree on That Hill, Canon Rewrite, Grief/Mourning, Healing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Character Study Summary:

Wherever she turns, he is there, haunting all her corners like a ghost or a memory.

She always knew he’d leave. After all, everyone in her life who turned their back to her and walked towards the sun never returned. Everything of Frieda disintegrated until only vague recollections of childhood are left, and she only has Ymir’s worn and dog-eared letter to tuck inside the pages of her favorite book.

But she has a box of everything Eren Jaeger left behind; pieces of his puzzle, a collection of things and places and moments in time.

It hurts to look at them.

[levihandynasty-archived]

Just for fun, I decided to write up a ranking of different AOT ships

LeviHan: 10/10. Were we expecting anything else, really? I mean, look at my account. Surely, we all knew these two would be on top.

Eruri: 4/10. I used to ship it back in the day, aggressively so! But after encountering more and more art where Levi is portrayed as weak/childlike in their relationship, I just can't see it as appealing anymore.

If I did end up finding some good art or fic or them, I'd absolutely enjoy it! It's just not what I look for first.

MobuHan: 8/10. I can not get enough of these two, really! The only reason they are below a 10/10 is because of how little we see of Moblit.

Erwin X Miche: 10/10. Yes. Just yes.

Miche X Nanaba: 7/10. I adore them. Yet again they are only lowered because we don't see much action from.. well either one of them in this case. I do love every piece of fan work I come across tho! And I wish there was much much more.

Eremika: 10/10. They are soulmates your honour.

EreMin: 10/10. This was one of my first ever ships, I cannot not rate them 10/10. And as you may see by now, that is in fact the case for many here.

Armin X Mikasa: 10/10. I also adore them! I can also imagine all 3 of these in a relationship. I hope you aren't tired of the lame ratings yet.

Levi X Petra: 3/10. I'm sorry, I do not see this ship as interesting at all. Besides, perhaps if it's just Petra pining for him but him not seeing her the same.

ReiBert: 10/10!!. My boys! God I cannot get enough of these two, I've loved them since day1.

Bertholdt X Annie: 5/10. It's cute, but I don't look for it often.

Annie X Hitch: 10/10. The reason why I don't look for them often.

YmeHisu: 10/10. Canon.

EreHisu: 1/10. Not my cup of tea whatsoever honestly.

Reiner X Historia: 4/10. It's kinda funny, could be cute, I'm sure. Tho I very well see Historia as a lesbian.

JeanMarc: 10/10. They must be the characters that most often get me into new artists. Love Jeanmarc angst.

Jean X Pieck: 6/10. I can see it, buy I also don't. I have other ships for Pieck, and I have a "favourite" Jean ship that I much rather focus on.

Jean X Mikasa: 10/10. Yes, in almost every universe, but most importantly, the canon one. In any universe where she can not have Eren, I love the idea of her falling back onto Jean.

Connie X Sasha: 7/10. I'm torn! On one hand I see them as silly siblings, (chosen family) but on the other I also see them as so stupidly in love. They don't know it tho.

Zeke X Pieck: 10/10. "My Dear Little Pieck" must I say more?

Pieck X Porco: 8/10. I am strong on these two as well! I just prefer her and Zeke. That's the only thing that makes me rank them a bit lower.

That's all I'll bother doing for now I believe! But hey. I am sure I've forgotten.. a lot..

I'm sorry my rankings are so boring, I mostly made this to see if anyone enjoys the same ships I do.

[levihandynasty]

Fanfic update: Porco X Pieck angst

And what a sad update it is.

I've written, and I've tried to keep writing, but I believe I might have to scrap everything I have and start anew.

List of problems.

- I feel my story lack motivation

- it was supposed to be a oneshot, but now I lowkey want to embrace the universe/story and expand it.

- I am not happy with my writing style at all.

- it feels I am constantly talking out of my ass and nothing makes sense.

- I don't know what conclusion I want

- I am insecure, I haven't written anything in ages, and never have I done fanfic before! Any tips are greatly appreciated. (Do you write fics differently than books? What makes a good fic? How to feel more confident etc)

- whatever tf this is

Woke up to this:

If you have any fanfic suggestions please bring them to me!! Any ship (besides EreHisu, I can't stand Erehisu)

[seamsterspell]

Hey, Ann!! Happy Valentines!!! 💚💚💚

I was wondering here: which ships are in your Top OTPs? And why you love them so much (if you want to share!)

OMG HI MONDO!!!! Happy (belated) valentine to you as well 💘💘💘 How are you?? I hope you are well!!!

Of course I want to share, I love oversharing about my ships HAHA. So here you go, a (short) list of my SNK OTPs:

LeviHan

(pretends to be shocked). No, but I'm not even kidding when I said that they live in my head 24/7 🤣 Everytime I do or see something, I would automatically connect it to Levihan. I just can't help it lol, I love them so much (both as a character and as a ship). Their relationship is mature and pure but fun at the same time. I mean, they embody all of my favourite tropes, so no suprise here. But idk, there are no other ships (that came before them or after them) that could alter my brain in the same way as them. They changed me fr, like something shifted inside me the moment I became a Levihan shipper. Hell, I even chose my uni major because of a Levihan fanfiction 💀 Not only that, my writings and English has improved a lot, and all of that merely because I want to write their fanfic LOL.

I've been a Levihan shipper since 2013 and I will continue to be one until I die. So yeah, expect to see more Levihan fanfiction for more decades to come 😚✌️

AruAni

They don't really live in my head 24/7 but I still think of them often. Also, they hold an important place in my heart since they are my first ship in SNK. Not only that, they are also special to me because they are THE ship that went from being considered as a crack ship to a canon one. LIKE IT WAS INSANE. I mean I've been an Aruani shipper since 2013 and so I knew how small the fandom were back then. Not only that, most of the SNK fandom saw AruAni as a crack shipper, but we were like, "No! They are not! (proceed to analyse the hell out of their interaction in the female titan arc)." 😀👍

So imagine how SHOCKED and ECSTATIC I WAS when all of these analysis and headcanons CAME TRUE. It took us almost a decade, but we finally got to say, "See guys? WE ARE NOT DELUSIONAL." I never been proud as a shipper HAHA. One of my biggest flex is to say that I've been an Aruani truther since 2013 😎

Okay now that I think about it, the only ships that I deeply care about are only the two above. I do like other ships, but only in a casual way (but I still gonna defend them though LOL), and those are:

YumiHisu

I used to be neutral with them but when that episode of Historia holding the passed out Ymir on her lap and said, "My real name is Historia", then they stared at each other eyes with such love???? BEAUTIFUL I SAY. Their dynamic and the way their characters arc intertwined with each other? Love it! I wished Isayama gave them a proper closure though :(

JeanKasa

Oh man, I actually have a lot of things to say about them but I'm gonna keep it brief🤐 I didn't ship them at the beginning, but as I grew up and as I tried to understand their characters, I found myself falling for JeanKasa and their potential. I feel they will have a healthy, mature, and loving relationship. I also like the way Jean showed his love to Mikasa (he's not selfish and he's not blinded by his love).

Well, that's all! But, before I end this ask, here are some honourable mentions: PokkoPiku, EreHisu, EreMin, and MikeNana.

Bonus: I actually like to play with the idea of Erwin and Marie, I even tried to explore them in my fic HAHA.

OK THAT'S ALL. SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO LONG MONDO 😝 Thank you for the ask!! You made my day!!!!! I love you 💖💖💖

[aruanimess]

Your MikaHisu headcanons/ficlet got me thinking about their dynamic as well as EreMikaHisu.

Hello, anon!

I'm glad you enjoyed my little fic and that it got you thinking!

I'm afraid I'm not a huge fan of EreHisu, mostly because I interpret Historia as a lesbian. I know that in canon she ends up with a guy and that she even blushes while she's talking to Eren, which could perhaps indicate that she's bi, but I got so attached to the idea of this tiny, high-femme lesbian monarch during my watch of aot that I find it hard to let the image go.

However, I do like Eren and Historia's friendship, and, as you can see from my ficlet, I actively ship MikaHisu, so I understand why a throuple between the three could be appealing.

Also, I have seen a couple of headcanons around that interpret Eren as a trans woman. They point out that Eren saw the memory of Frieda through the mirror and, along with Eren's general feelings of alienation and the fact that they carry a part of her consciousness in their mind, theorize that symbolically Eren can fit a trans narrative.

So in a scenario where Eren is a woman, you know 👀

[sunlightandsuffering]

Erehisu shippers are fucking annoying but the ship in itself isn't as bad as Jeankasa because at least Eren and Historia actually interact and have some sort of bond💀

AHAHAHAH !! K ur not wrong, but idk to me eren and historia are even farther off, bc like to me they BARELY interact, like at least jeankasa is sort of one-sided on jean's side 😂 like to me eren and historia have 0 interest in each other !! BUT ITS SO FUNNY HOW EVERYONE LOOKS AT IT DIFFERENTLY ! but as a ship i find erehisu more bearable, simply bc i love to use it as a jealousy addled delusion in my fics lol !!!

[kittenfangirl20]

The scene I am most excited to write for my Attack on Titan Erehisu fic is Eren meeting his infant daughter, Carla Ymir, for the first time. I feel like Eren would be at the lowest point of his life because it would be after the Rumbling, he had to make his closest friends think he was dead, he is physically and emotionally exhausted over the sheer amount of power he just had to exert in order to have everything fall into place, and he just found out Mikasa’s feelings towards him were romantic when he never really thought her as a possible romantic option in a very uncomfortable way. So when Historia places this little girl in his arms, he is struck by the fact that someone like him who took so many lives recently created something so innocent, beautiful, and pure. This child represents the love he shares with Historia and also gave Ymir Fritz the ability the have the life she was denied and she is now truly free from the hell that the last 2,000 years were for her. So Eren can’t help but hold this baby close to him, kiss her on the forehead, and tell her that she is free now.

[strscrossed]

The Sims?? omg didn't know you played that! tell me which ships did you put in the game? XD damn now I feel like playing too.

I’ve been playing since the base game became free haha!

here are the ships!

eremika: I actually have two version of the eremika sims as well as two versions of their kids (two girls and one boy each time). personalities and backstories change so you’ll have to be specific about them ahaha! one is modern and one is a cabin au.

jeanpiku: i adore this ship so I made them into sims. as well as their kids. I won’t reveal too much because this is actually a spoiler for my fic, a losing game.

jikupiku: yes I have two versions of pieck. zeke and pieck have twin daughters and a son. they’re a hippie, outdoorsy family. and I actually adore them so very much.

aruani: because I had to of course! I always hc’d that armin and annie would stop at one child so they have a young son who they pour all their time into. he takes after his dad in personality but favors his mom in looks.

yumihisu: because of course I had to. thanks to cutting edge science they were able produce a daughter of their own. they live in a nice house with a cat, their daughter, and historia’s daughter from a teenage pregnancy which leads to the next one.

erehisu: now disclaimer is that I don’t ship erehisu in the slightest. I actually made a daughter for my friend who really loves the ship and I decided to give the backstory that eren and historia dated in high school and lost their virginities to each other. they broke up when historia slowly realized that she’s a lesbian and eren had recently met mikasa so they broke up. historia found out she was pregnant the summer before college and decided not to say anything to eren until years later when this kid is babysitting eremika’s kids.

if you want the kid names, what they look like, personalities, and backstory feel free to ask! I am thinking of making jeankasa kids as well!

[hvllucigenia]

i love the dark content! I wish there was more dark eremika content in this fandom cuz the ship itself has so many dark elements in the canon that could be explored on au/fics...

so i asking you to not get me wrong now, that's not a attack, this is your account and you can post whatever u want but i just dont get how so many EMs seems to be ok with EH when their stans and the whole idea of this ship is to degrade mikasa (its just like jeankasa but worst like this idea that there's not way eren wouldn't fuck a white petit blonde if he had a chance is so 💀 It kind disgusts me idk as woc i can't see the appeal of a ship that revolves around these ideas yk...

The fandom can be quite puritanical so I can understand why fic writers are reluctant to dive into the dark side of EM. The backlash can be terrifying.

And as far as Erehisu is concerned, I don't ship it either LMAO like, I'm Asian myself and the mc fucking the "petite white blonde" is nowhere near enticing to me in a literary sense. It has a lot of YA vibes to it and I'm past the age where young adult tropes just don't interest me anymore. I feel like it's targeted at a lot of western audiences too 👁 even if I were to explore EH's dynamic it wouldn't be romantic at all.

Both sides of the fandom can be pretty shitty I'm trying to tune out the nonsense for my own peace of mind atp.

[myinterestsvary-writes]

I remember Erehisu fics being so good. All my OTPs have such good fanfiction…(except in retrospect KA lol because for some reason it’s hard to remember good fics for them)

[haliyam]

No matter what

eren x historia; yeager bro moments (or zeke wishes lol)

Summary: The time has come for Marley to choose its new Warriors, and Eren has a decision to make. (Also, "some things never change.") Warriors AU for erehisu day.

AO3 link if you prefer to read there

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Happy erehisu day! I saw this amazing erehisu art by beforelightsout on twitter where Eren and Historia are Warrior candidates + Eren became a shifter. Since it's erehisu day and everyone has come out with such wonderful stuff, I wanted to contribute somehow and write something for that AU. I've been dying of work and a covid scare so I was running on the fumes of my love for this ship and everyone else's stuff and also VIBES while writing this in the last hour, so, it's barely edited, if it even makes sense. Sorry in advance. I hope you enjoy though! 

Also, for this AU (or really for the fic to work lol), my headcanon is that the war keeping the previous Warriors dragged on, so Reiner's generation don't get selected until they're this age (Historia and Eren are 17). As for Zeke... idk. Maybe Mr. Ksaver had more time too. Anyway who cares about Zeke here!!! (me I still do)

No matter what

“You know this counts as cheating.”

Eren shoots Zeke a look. They’re standing at the courtyard in HQ, watching the younger candidates wheeze through their training while Magath and his assistant instructors bark orders in the background. Days before selection, and with Zeke already holding the Beast Titan and Colt preparing to inherit, their generation doesn’t need to be put through their paces as often anymore—or maybe Commander Bruning is just letting them off the hook for the week.

They both doubt that. 

Up ahead, Falco trips over an unseen pebble, and Zeke sighs. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” he says, out of misplaced brotherly affection. Eren appreciates it, but that’s not what he needs right now. “You already have the armband.”

“This isn’t about me.”

“I know,” Zeke raises his hands in surrender, but the playful gesture doesn’t take away the scrutiny in his gaze. For all his levity, he doesn’t once glance away. Eren knows he’s seeing their father in him, trying to decide whether that’s a positive or a negative. 

“So?”

Zeke scratches the back of his ear. “You already know you’re in the running for the Attack Titan and the Armored Titan. Porco and Reiner are on your heels for the Armor. As for the Attack Titan…”

Zeke tilts his head in a shrug. Eren exhales, and then nods. “Thanks.”

His brother peers at him, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks what?”

Eren is grateful, reassured, but not that grateful. “What am I, ten? I’m not calling you big bro.”

Zeke lets out a long-suffering sigh this time, the kind he uses to guilt trip the others into helping him with paperwork at his age. “You used to be such a cute kid.” He’s quick enough to reach over and ruffle Eren’s hair, and then withdraw before he can smack his hand away. “Now you’re all grown up.”

Eren rolls his eyes, but claps a hand to his brother’s arm in earnest. “Thanks, Zeke.”

The man gives him a thumbs up, and Eren belatedly catches a sliver of gold pass one of the windows behind the courtyard ahead of the other girls. His feet take him forward before he can bid his brother goodbye.

“Go on,” Zeke says, right as Eren catches himself almost sheepishly. He goes to her without another thought.

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There’s no big to-do when it comes to the selection process. Apart from their generation of candidates, there’s only Zeke, standing to the side with the other instructors who assist the captain, while Magath and Commander Bruning themselves stand together, as imposing as the day they first met.

Maybe a little less now that they’ve earned their stripes, training for a decade with the extension of the war in the South, but Eren can feel the pressure of this moment bearing down on him. 

The others have been chosen. They stand at the other side of the room, putting on their most dignified expressions and trying to contain their shock at their commander’s question. 

“There remain two Titans, Eren Yeager,” said Commander Bruning seconds, maybe a minute ago. Eren’s mind is still reeling. “Which of them, in your estimation, best suits you?”

“Me, sir?” he had asked dumbly in response. Bruning had only nodded.

It isn’t supposed to happen like this. From the group ready to receive their red armbands, he feels Marcel’s eyes burning into his side. Marcel, who was pulled aside by Magath and Bruning earlier today. Eren expected the same treatment—not this. Is this a test? 

Porco and Reiner stand to his left, behind him because he’s stepped forward, and he feels hazel daggers ready to strike at his back. He doesn’t care about them right now. It’s the blue to his right that envelops his all. The air is replete with Historia’s expectation, drowning out all the others in the room. He feels weightless in it, a drop in the ocean that is her existence to him. 

Eren knows he could be more. If he gives the right answer, she might just see him as more.

But Historia isn’t the ocean to these people. She’s a tool, or she could be, and he cannot let that happen. Eren remembers the ground under his feet and peers into the commander’s eyes.

“If I may, sir, I believe Braun has always had the most endurance among the candidates,” he says clearly, just like he’s rehearsed with Marcel. He tries not to imagine the way Historia’s stomach drops. “Nowadays he takes Leonhart’s hits like they’re almost nothing. And for myself—I’ve come to specialize in close quarters combat. The Attack Titan would suit me best.”

Reiner sighs in relief not far from him. Porco and Historia are utterly silent. He can’t even hear them breathing.

Bruning and Magath seem not to notice. They only exchange glances, and if they think anything of Eren answering more than what was asked of him, they say nothing. 

After a few nods, Bruning turns toward them with pride. “It’s as we thought. I see no reason why we should delay for pointless suspense or further deliberation.” With a small motion of the commander’s hand, Reiner steps forward. “Congratulations, Yeager. Braun. You have earned the honor of becoming the new sword and shield of our great motherland Marley.”

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The room erupts with excitement as soon as the Marleyans are surely gone from the hallway. Eren is already headed for the door when Porco tries to grab him by the shoulder.

“Eren, what the hell? You know this asshole isn’t better than me!”

Reiner sneers at him from behind before Eren can even shrug him off. “Apparently the brass knew different, Pock. Don’t take it out on Eren—he only affirmed what they were already thinking.”

Porco growls, turning on Reiner instead, which means it’s going to be one of those afternoons. Eren is happy to turn back for the door—he feels bright blue trained on him now, and it’s all he can do not to scamper for the exit.

Clutching the cigarette pack in his uniform pocket, he manages to get as far as two floors down before Historia catches up. She’s been calling out to him since she gave chase.

“Hey!” she yells. He was stupid to head for their usual spot. There’s a corridor in this building that’s gone unused for a while that they found, once, when it was their turn for cleaning duty. It’s been theirs since then, and one of the windows has the best view of the city right outside the internment zone’s walls—and the zone entrance itself. So they don’t forget what they’re supposed to do. 

“Eren!”

She’s starting to lose her breath, unable to match his longer strides. His footsteps start to slow, right as they reach that window. He turns around when hers stop too.

Hands still in his pockets, he stares down at her. “What is it?”

Historia glares at him, dignified even as she tries to catch her breath. “What the hell are you doing?”

Eren fishes out the cigarette pack from his pocket and shows her. It’s really Zeke’s, but he figured he’d need it after today. He isn’t wrong. 

She scoffs. “Since when do you smoke?”

“I’m going to be a shifter,” he shrugs. “It doesn’t matter much now, right?”

Historia shakes her head, smart enough to ignore the diversion. “Eren, what the hell was that? I thought… I thought we understood each other.” Always to the point. “I thought you and I would become Warriors together. Change things from the inside and convince the others to do the same.”

The truth of her confusion, her frustration and growing anger pulls at him. She’s everything she didn’t used to be, back when she was still playing the perfect little Warrior who unnerved him so much. It’s exactly why he needs to keep a straight face. 

“Ah… yeah. Sorry about that,” he murmurs, his tone completely level, fingers pinching at the cigarette pack in his fist. “I just gave it some thought, and… I think Reiner would be better as the Armor, not me. So—that left me as the Attack Titan.”

The pain in her eyes is almost too much for him. If only they were cold, just like she’d been the moment he saw her true self for the first time. That way he could crystallize himself in them and shatter instead of having to face her like this. But she hasn’t been cold for a long while, and the warmth in her gaze even after his betrayal does him in. 

“You’re lying,” she realizes the moment his gaze flickers away from hers. Eren curses himself for it. “You once said you could always tell when I was being fake. You think, after everything we’ve been through, that I wouldn’t know it with you either?”

Eren bites his tongue and forces himself to meet those eyes again. He reminds himself why he did it. It’s all that keeps his hands steady as he carelessly flicks the cigarette pack open and reaches for a stick. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Historia swipes her hand at his, knocking the pack from his grasp. It hits the ground with a pathetic smack. “Don’t lie to me, Eren!” she says, pleads even when she’s angry, because they’re friends, aren’t they? If only that were all she is. “You know I deserve more than that. Why are you doing this!? We were going to become Warriors together. We were supposed to have thirteen years together!”

She’s free to vent her frustrations in the hallway like they always have with each other, voice shaky and shakier still as the grief escapes her. By the time she mentions that number, Historia is on the verge of tears, but she blinks them away with the fury that remains. How unlike him, who wants to fold more than anything, feeling like the slightest breeze, the slightest word from her can knock him over. He can only stare at the ground as he swallows down the emotion rising in his throat, and that’s when he realizes it. She’s right, like she always is. He can’t stand lying to her. 

The prospect of having to utter his next words terrifies him more than the idea of paradise. But he manages it, because she deserves to know the truth.

“You know why,” he says, trembling only at the last word. Shamefully, face red with self-disgust, he lifts his eyes to hers, fearing the worst. 

She catches his meaning. Of course she does—she knows him best. He expects her to leap at him, punch him, anything that will make the guilt of his selfishness ebb even just a little, but she only stands there. Shocked, and then her cheeks flush in only the most beautiful way. He already knows he’ll never forget how the light from the windows illuminates her face like this.

But then her brows furrow, shoulders raising angrily, and she stomps her foot on the ground. “Am I supposed to be grateful for that?” she snaps. “Should I say thank you for making this decision without me? What about what I wanted?”

“No!” Eren stammers, hands up in submission as if that will placate her. “Of course not! I didn’t do this for your gratitude!” 

“Then why did you do it?” Her voice is still raised, but her tone is resigned. Historia knows that even if she gets the answer, Marley’s decision is set in stone.

That’s the thought Eren takes comfort in. The tears that dampen his eyes are tears of relief, no matter his shame, no matter his remorse. And here he thought he’d grown out of this when he turned sixteen. 

Pressing his lips into his teeth in an attempt to maintain his composure, Eren lets his gaze drop again. “I want you to live,” he admits, so quietly she almost misses it. “I want you to grow up and have a family like you wished you could, if you weren’t pushed into this when we were children. Get married, have children you’re free to love the way…”

He trails off. The last thing he wants to do is mention her mother. He knows she understands when she doesn’t press him to finish.

“I want you to grow old,” he continues. “Live past thirty. Get to fifty, seventy… Then you can be as grumpy as you want to be without anyone saying it doesn’t suit you. I want you to be happy.”

A slight hiccup leaves his throat, one Historia misses only because she does the same. Eren swallows it down, but his nose is already stuffy. When he looks at her again, he’s the most serious he has ever been, and it’s no performance. He reaches for her hands. 

“I’m not prepared to sacrifice your life for our cause,” he confesses. Eren imagines he could bear never to look out that window and see the walls torn down, the way they’ve dreamt together for the past few years, if it means she will live to see it herself long after he’s gone. He’s not articulate enough to say it, his ears and his throat so full with everything he wants to tell her in this moment that he’s speechless. How can he be otherwise, when she’s looking at him like that? All he can blurt out is, “I’m sorry.”

A silence brews between them. Eren wonders if it’s time to step away, to leave her to her thoughts. Maybe he can still beg for forgiveness later.

He loosens his grip on her hands, meaning to wipe his eyes, and that’s when she seizes his. “You stupid crybaby,” she murmurs quietly, fondly, “do you really think I’d be happy knowing you sacrificed yourself for me? Why do you think I promised you that we’d complete our mission within the next thirteen years?”

Eren can only look dumbfounded. 

“I wanted to spend them with you, you idiot,” she gives him, even as her voice quivers with the same desperate longing he’s felt ache in his chest for as long as he can remember now. “I would have been happier spending thirteen years with you, fighting together, than sitting out the fight and living the rest of my life without you. Isn’t that what we agreed on? To work toward what we promised? Together? What did you think I meant by that?”

Eren opens his mouth, body drained of the cool facade he’s found solace in the last few weeks since he came to terms with his greed.

“Historia,” he breathes. Remembers to. “You—?”

She’s had enough of him, he can tell by the look on her face—but he’s wrong again, because Historia grabs him by the collar and pulls him down to her, meeting his mouth with hers in a bid to help him see the truth. His fingers find her face on instinct, lips parting as they kiss so he can partake of her further. 

A moment, a hum from her and something stirring deep inside him, and Historia pulls away as if in punishment. She’s flush again, glaring until those blue eyes soften at his stupid expression. 

“Get it yet?” she asks.

His thumbs slide across her cheek, a small grin pulling at his mouth. She really is the ocean, Eren thinks, and dives in again, drinking of those soft lips, drowning in the scent of her hair, the feeling of her hands sliding down his chest. She’s everything.

What feels like both a moment and an eon passes as they stand there, him bent down as he kisses her, her tiptoed to grant it to him, until they eventually part. Only a little, because they can’t bear the distance just yet. Just so their foreheads are pressed together.

“I’m sorry,” Eren murmurs, before he’s lost in her again. “I didn’t know.”

Historia’s lashes flutter as she blinks away her own tears. This doesn’t change the consequences of the decision he’s made on his own, but she knows she can’t give him up, either. When she opens her eyes, she’s more resolute than he’s ever felt in his life. “There has to be a way,” she tells him. “Go to Paradis. Retake the Founding Titan… and come back. Then we’ll do as we promised.”

“Change the curse,” he replies, like they’ve planned, looking out at the stars from his roof in the zone. “Free our people.”

Historia nods. “No matter what.”

“No matter what,” he agrees. 

She smiles, and he can’t help that the way her lips purse when she tries to stifle it moves him. Eren draws closer—

“There you are!”

—and nearly stumbles as he and Historia untangle their limbs from one another, practically standing at attention when they hear his brother’s voice and Marcel’s surprised ah.

Unfortunately, not even the most perfect posture can erase the affection still blooming in their cheeks, or the slight swell of their lips resulting from that affection. Or the smiles they just can’t help for one another.

Zeke squints. Also unfortunately, nothing gets past this asshole. “Oh, so it finally happened?”

Marcel glances between the two of them, coming closer. “Seriously?”

Zeke snorts, palm open to the new Jaw. “Pay up, Galliard.”

Marcel scoffs. “Come on. Is it really fair if you had inside information?”

“Are you kidding? My baby brother tells me squat.”

“Oh. Yeah, I mean I guess I understand that…”

Historia lets out a very audible sigh. “Can we help you?”

Marcel meets Eren’s gaze, gratitude and apology in his smile, while Zeke tries on his new Warchief role for size. He clears his throat.

“Now that Porco and Reiner have settled down, Bruning and Magath want to see us again. Discuss our steps going forward, run tests on the new Warriors… The works. Time to go.”

Marcel sighs. “Talk about eager.”

“All right,” Eren says, finally, because he prefers serious Zeke to his annoying brother right now. He feels vulnerable enough, and he doesn’t care to be that way in front of these two. Or anyone else but her, really. “Lead the way.”

Zeke and Marcel turn to leave, starting to argue the terms of their wager as they disappear around the corner.

Historia and Eren look to each other. A shy smile finds its way to his face as he offers her his hand. 

“By the way, Eren,” Zeke pokes his head into the corridor again, finger waving at the mess of sticks on the floor, “you owe me a new pack of cigarettes. And clean that up.”

Eren groans. “Shut up!”

“But that was my favorite brand! The things I do for love,” his brother whines, to Marcel’s quiet chuckling, and finally they leave for good. 

“Sorry about that,” Eren mutters. Not that Historia hasn’t seen him like this before.

She only laughs as she accepts his hand. When she shakes her head, smiling as she pulls him forward, he feels like they might actually do it. That they might be able to find a way past those thirteen years.

And even if they don’t, he can’t feel regret. As long as they’ve managed to accomplish their mission… No, as long as he can ensure that Historia lives on, he’ll pay any price.

No matter what.

//

I'll take any opportunity to give Marcel more screentime. Well, I actually debated with myself whether it would be Marcel or Bertholdt in the last scene, but Marcel made more sense so that Zeke could whine about being an older brother to someone who could relate. (And yes, Marcel and Eren made a deal to have Reiner become the Armor. I’M SORRY REINER)

Writing Eren's parts made me realize how much I'm in love with Historia??? Like I've always loved her but I guess I realized I'm IN love with her XD Also my hc is Eren here likes to think he's the strong one protecting them both or he at least likes to project that image to the others, but really he takes his cues from Historia who is much stronger emotionally and mentally imo. Idk, I just think she's the boss in this relationship (though of course they are able to be vulnerable with one another which is the biggest thing for me).

Anyway. Thank you for reading! Happy erehisu day!

P.S. I forgot to mention that 'Commander Bruning' in my hc is the guy who tells Magath that it's a good idea to use child soldiers as their Warriors. I imagine he was in charge of a certain number of Eldian soldiers, including the Warrior program, while Magath was the 'captain' who directly managed the kids until his and Bruning's eventual promotions when they were able to conquer nations with such success.

[6ubble-gum]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss/Eren Yeager Characters: Eren Yeager, Krista Lenz | Historia Reiss Additional Tags: akatsuki no requiem, worst boy and worst girl run off together post-war and live their best worst lives, Ficlet, One Shot, Domestic, Fluff, two terrible people enjoying their solitude together, with their daughter of course Summary:

"Someone might see you."

"They won't believe it."

"Are you certain?"

"Of course. For all intents and purposes, I'm dead. They'd probably write it off as post-war hallucination."

"I suppose you're right. After all, I'm dead too. Seeing us both together would only add fuel to the theory."

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i wrote a ficlet bc im still in pAIN and just want something nice for a change lmao

[oldwrites]

There’s A Whole Inside My Boat

Pairing: Historia/Eren, some Historia/Ymir & Armin/Annie | Rating: M | Genre: Modern Day AU, Drama & Romance, Angst, Eren is in a LOT of trouble

Summary: Fighting to keep himself afloat, Eren Jaeger doesn’t need any more on his plate. Too bad he’s got the worst luck in the world…or maybe it’s not so bad? Either way, it’s a senior year he won’t ever forget.

TW: Mention of Suicide/Self Harm, Discussion of Abortion

CHAP 1: FULL SAIL | READ HERE

“When we get home, I’m chopping off that mane of yours.”

“Whatever,” Eren replied nonchalantly.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

“Sure.”

“You’re not even going to ask how short I’m cutting it? I could just buzz it off, you know.”

Eren didn’t reply to his mother’s sly attempt at a joke, although he did appreciate her trying to lift his spirits. Her pushing his wheelchair through the hospital halls made him almost feel like a kid again. However, despite the spacious, elegantly decorated environment, Eren’s chest seemed to tighten as they got closer and closer to the exit. It was the same sensation he got when he’d left the hospital a month ago, the phantom pain he felt as he began his first days with his new left leg.

He inhaled deeply. 1, 2…3… Then exhaled. He’d picked up the exercise from therapy, though it didn’t help as much as he’d thought it would.

After checking out, it didn’t take them too long to find their sedan. Once Eren had shuffled himself into the front passenger seat, Carla said; “You look like Johnny Depp.”

“Hmm?”

“You look like you belong in Pirates of the Caribbean movie with that mustache of yours. The hair and fake leg doesn’t help at all,” she added as a jest. “Are you planning to keep it?”

“Should I?”

“I’d prefer my son not to look like an accused domestic abuse offender, so no.”

Eren flipped down the car mirror and looked at himself. Gaunt, tired eyes slightly hidden by hair that was already touching his shoulders. He desperately needed to shave. He didn’t just have a mustache. He had a little goatee to match. To be honest, he’d known he’d looked awful for a long time. He just didn’t care.

CONTINUE READING HERE