#erehisu fic

[robinainthood]

Earthmover

⸢ ᴇʀᴇɴ 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.

[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.

[liquorisce]

hey ris, would you ever be open to writing an EH fic? would mikasa exist in that world and if so, what type of relationship would you write she have with eren?

hmm, never say never I guess, or if it was a request for somebody who had an idea of what dynamic they wanted, then yea, FOR SURE!

but as for me: I think the version of eren and Historia that I dreamt up in bylb is the only erehisu I see. They were best friends in high school, the angry, misunderstood boy and the compulsive people-pleasing good girl. They saved each other, then. Historia Listened when nobody else listened to Eren. Eren made Historia speak up when everyone else was happy to talk right over her. Mikasa was nowhere in the picture back then. I think they loved each other in a way only best friends could, growing up, protecting each other from everything they thought was hurtful. But people grow and they change: and what do you do when you’re changing in front of a person who can see everything but isn’t changing with you? What do you do when you supposedly have everything you’d ever needed but you feel like you’re about to crumble? What do you do when you’ve only ever had one secret you wanted to bury so deep and pretend it never existed, but now it feels larger than your whole damn body?

Sometimes running away is the only option. I think Historia loved Eren so much she couldn’t bear to break that version of them, the eren and Historia who existed together and saved each other. It was a part of her, you know. Even if she was in love with somebody else, and it felt different and it felt real, and bigger than anything she’d ever felt before. What they had was real too. And it was hard to let go of it.

So yeah, in sum, I saw a version of erehisu without Mikasa. But I don’t think I could see erehisu without Ymir. 🤧

[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.”

--

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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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