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      Published: 2017-03-13 Updated: 2017-03-31 Chapters: 6/? Words: 9601
****** The Artist ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Le prix d'Amour, c'est seulement Amour, ... Il faut aimer si l'on
     veut être aimé" The Raven spoke, his voice gravely.
     "Levi? What does that mean?" The brunet asked, nervously as his titan
     green eyes raked up and down the other male
     "The price of love is only love, ... one must love if one desires to
     be loved.." He replied, Eren simply smiled at him, taking a drag from
     his cigarette
***** Chapter 1 *****
A white puff of smoke swirled in the bitter, desolate American air. I walked
down the dark alleyway, a nonchalant expression painted my face, as per usual I
suppose. I took a sip of my coffee and sighed, throwing my head back before
snuggling my chin into my scarf. The Las Vegas lit up, illuminating the
sidewalk, Strip clubs, tattoo and piercing parlours and numerous shady
buildings. I let out a small sigh, my breath becoming visible. The ground was
icy, I heard the shallow crunch of frost when I took each step. The silence was
violent, I was surrounded by noise, but I blocked it out, I was in my own
world. I was alone with my own thoughts. I hummed a tune I made myself to break
it. I was close to my apartment by now, But I felt my phone vibrate. I fished
the device from my pocket, seeing a familiar contact light up the screen. I
swiped the green button and answered the call, "Hello Isabel.." A content smile
crept onto my lips, knowing I could find comfort in my best friend. I heard her
girly voice speak into the microphone.
"Hey Levi, what's up? How've you been? We haven't talked in about a week" She
laughed gently, I took a puff of my cigarette before replying.
"Yeah, I know.. I've been having bad artists block recently, which is bad.. I
need some art to sell.. I'm broke at the moment.. Y'know?" Isabel let out a
sigh, I rolled my eyes, expecting a lecture.
It didn't come.
"Levi, if you're having trouble, You can always come stay with me, for as long
as you need.." I nodded my head, as if she could see me. Stupid Levi. "Yeah, I
know Izzie.. And Thanks for tha-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before she
squealed happily
"Eren's visting tomorrow, by the way! You've met him before, when we were like,
what? five? six? You should come by!" My blue eyes widened, a small smirk
framing my face. Me and Eren were friendly, though we've only met once. "Y-
Yeah..! Uh, definitely! It'll be good to see him, I wonder how much he's
grown.." I pondered what the tan boy looked like. Would he be different?
Will he be friendly? Or will he be like me? Bitter, cold and full of hatred.
Eren Jaeger was Isabel Magnolia's older half-brother.. They had a different
dad.. It was a long story. Eren was always so kind, it would be sad to see he
grew up into someone like me...
"I'm extremely happy, I'm sure he'll be glad to see you too!" I could tell she
had the biggest smile on her face. "Hey Levi?" She spoke.
"Yeah, Izzie?"
"Why don't you stay at mine tonight? We can order take out! And if it's no
problem, help me tidy before he gets here.. I don't want him thinking I'm a
slob.." She let out a soft chuckle at the end,
"Of course Izzie.. It's no problem.. I have spare clothes at yours anyway, I'm
out walking anyway so I won't be long.. See you soon.."
"Thank you so much, Ravi.. See ya!" She hung up the phone before I could scold
her about using my French name. I hate it. I was half French you see, Mama was
a prostitute in France.. I never knew my Father and my Mama died when I was 3,
We lived on the streets so we didn't have food or Medical care, when we did, My
mama always sacrificed herself for my benefit. I carry the guilt to this day, I
know I shouldn't, I was too young to know any better, but I can't help it. When
she died my uncle Kenny adopted me. Kenny was a sick fucker.. A terrible human
being. I met Isabel and Eren when we moved to America two or three years
later.. I only met them once.. But me and Isabel ended up in college together..
When I asked where Eren was.. She told me he had been taken away.. We never
knew why. She hasn't seen him in over 8 years. It will definitely be strange.
I am happy now though.. I'm a successful artist who lives in a wealthy
apartment has 3 amazing best friends, and hopefully four when Eren arrives. And
I honestly wouldn't trade It for the world. I'm in the middle of trying to land
a music career though, I've wrote songs and can play a few instruments.. Piano,
guitar, acoustic and electric, and Violin. I'm a good singer, I can admit
that.. And I occasionally play small, local events.. But trying to get a record
label isn't as easy as the celebrities make it seem.
I was near Isabel's place by now. There was a gas station dimly lit, the yellow
lights above the petrol pumps flickered and the sign was hanging off the
building.. Only half of it lit up. Some of the pumps were broken or out of
order. I stopped in my tracks, quirking an eyebrow before deciding to not even
bother. I needed more coffee, that was the only reason I was going to stop, But
I'm pretty sure I can get some at Isabel's without having to fight off a
potential murderer or rapist.
Five, coffee-less minutes later I was outside Isabel's house, I rapped on the
small, red door. Isabel's house was small and cozy, very homely indeed. A small
brown and red themed living room, attached to a green themed kitchen.. She only
had two bedrooms, One blue and white coloured one for her, and a grey, black
and white guest room.
I loved it.
My apartment was too big, It was a fucking penthouse.. Obviously it was too
big. Too much space for everything. That's what I needed though, I hated small
spaces, especially living areas.. Stresses me out.. Plus, living in a penthouse
made me feel good.. I could hang my art up and freely wander about, there was
enough room for my piano too.
Isabel finally answered the door, smiling and beckoning me on in. She was
dressed in a simple pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. She must have been
cleaning or at least tidying up.
She should of left the cleaning to me. I'm the master of cleaning. I'm Levi-
Fucking-Ackerman, after all.
We hugged and I walked in, slipping off my black DM boots and leather jacket,
hanging it up on the coat hanger beside the front door.
"Thanks for stopping by, Honestly.. I-I only found out he was coming tomorrow
after he contacted me through Facebook..! A-And.. I-I.."
I could tell she was starting to freak out. I placed a pale, bony hand of mine
on her head and struck her a sensual look.. "Izzie.. calm down, you're working
yourself into a panic.. Eren is your brother.. It wouldn't matter if he's been
away 8 years, or never been away at all. He still loves you.." I think I was
struck by my comforting words more than Isabel.. She hugged me, it was
strange.. I wasn't used to getting hugs.. Of course my friends hugged me, but I
tried to refrain from the small gesture as much as possible.
"You're right, thank you, Levi.. I appreciate it.."
I rocked back and fourth, comforting her before I placed a chaste kiss on her
head and pulled away.
"Now, how about we get settled down.. Get comfy, get takeout and watch a
movie..?" I suggested. I knew take out and a good movie would calm her nerves.
You're probably thinking why me and Isabel are so close, most people that close
for so long would develop a small fancy for the other person.. Not us.
I'm gay as fuck. I really am.
So it's not a problem, and Isabel has the biggest heart eyes for another guy,
Farlan. He's chill. Isabel is like a sister to me, anyway.
After a few minutes of chatting later, I jogged up the stairs and to the guest
room, I had conveniently left clothes there from the last time. I stripped from
my casual, emo clothing and into a comfy pair of sweatpants and a wife beater.
I was honestly excited to see Eren again, we had only met once but we were very
friendly.. Though we were only small children.
The thought of me being a small kid was strange to me, I was a bitter, mean
twenty two year old with no sense of empathy or love. But I was human, it was
all so strange to me.
I shook my head, pushing the thoughts to the back of my head as I quickly left
the room, pulling an oversized, green sweater over my lithe body.
I walked into the living room, Where Isabel was currently munching on the tacos
we had ordered for delivery from Taco Bell. The fire was lit and was radiating
a comforting, warmness. The fiery coloured flames sparked and hissed, devouring
the fire lighters and coal with their vicious heat.
We laid blankets on the couch as we made popcorn and found and found a movie we
both enjoyed before settling down for the night. We ate our food quickly and
drank multiple bottles of soft drink and half a glass of wine each.
"Are you excited for tomorrow?" I asked rhetorically, Though I knew the answer.
The redhead nodded her head vigorously. I let a content smile plaster my face.
"What about you? You excited?" She asked me with a soft voice, she seemed
genuinely interested.
Damn Brat.
I pondered it for a moment, before turning to look at her. "I'm definitely
looking forward to meeting him again.. Though it was hard to miss him, I only
met him once, y'know..?" My voice was sensual and lower than usual. Isabel
nodded gently, passing me a soft smile.
"How about we head to sleep? Eren will be here pretty early and I want to be
able to stay awake tomorrow.."- She let out a throaty chuckle and cuddled into
her blanket.. I was now on the the other couch, pulling the blankets up over
me. I sighed, "Sounds good. Sleep well, Izzie.." My friend let out a content
hum before her eyes slipped closed and turned away from me, falling into a
slumber.
I followed suit.
***** Chapter 2 - New Perspective *****
 
  " Can we fast forward to go down on me? Stop there and let me correct it I
 wanna live a life from a new perspective. You came along because I love your
face, And I'll admire your expensive taste. And who cares, divine intervention,
  I wanna be praised from a new perspective. But leaving now would be a good
                idea, So catch me up on getting out of here..."
                     New Perspective - Panic! At The Disco
                                        
It was the morning now, ten minutes past 12 to be precise.. Eren would be
arriving soon, around one or two I think... I was in the middle of cleaning the
kitchen while Isabel cered up the living room. I noted a small glint present in
her eyes the whole morning, she was obviously excited to see her brother of
course, anyone in her situation would be. I was cut abruptly from my thoughts
with the fiery redhead throwing the blue used washcloth into the sink, she was
cleaning the sofa from last night, we had a small Chinese food incident which
ended in me throwing Ugani roll at her. "Hey Levi, I got the Chinese food
stains out of the couch" She chuckled "So I'm gonna go get changed now" I
nodded in acknowledgment, scrubbing the last few plates before leaving them on
the rack to dry. I got rid of the white, frilly apron before hanging it on one
of three coat hangers Isabel had beside the red backdoor in her kitchen. A
brief smile cracked on my face for a few seconds. I remembered Izzy got me the
apron for my Birthday one year. I refused to take it home in case anyone, Like
Erwin or Hange, seen it.. Those pair would never let me live that down. So she
kept it in her kitchen for whenever I came over, Which I was low-key happy
about, even If she did relentlessly tease me about it. My nostalgic thoughts
ended quickly as I heard Isabel yell something to herself, something about not
having anything to wear and no good make up. Did she think I could actually
hear her from down here?
 
Probably.
 
I rolled my eyes. I'd never understand woman.
 
I regained my obviously, undeniably, manly state before deciding, finally, to
go get changed into fresh clothing. I bounded to the guest room. I pulled out
some spare clothes that I had that were lying around the Oak wood wardrobe. A
back T-shirt with a faux breast pocket, black skinny jeans, a grey snood and a
black pea coat, finished with a pair of white converse high tops. Not my best,
but it'll do I suppose.
 
"Hey Izzy?"
 
I called out to her a small 'hmm' was the only reply I received
 
"Gimme a pair of tweezers, would ya?"
 
She laughed happily in reply "So upfront, Levi, like usual" She said as she
walked over to me before situating herself on the white wooded floor, crossing
her legs as she handed them to me. Taking them from her, I began to pluck the
stray and scraggly hairs at my eyebrows in front the mirror in a white cabinet
 
Very Gay. I know.
 
I smirked, "Of course, Isabel, you shouldn't expect anything less" She opened
her mouth to reply but was soon cut off as we heard door bell ring. "Can you
get it? I still need to do my make up.." She checked her phone "It shouldn't be
Eren, he doesn't get here for almost another hour.." I nodded shortly and
headed down, sliding down the banister instead of using the stairs.
 
Because y'know, I'm classy like that.
 
I knew Eren wouldn't be here for another while, but I couldn't shake the nerves
that gathered in the pit of my stomach. What if it was Eren? I haven't seen him
in him in what feels like an entire life time, And even then we were just kids!
And if it is, I'm going to be the one answering the door, Not even his sister.
Fuck my life, We only met once! I'm Levi Ackerman for fucks sake, I don't get
like this. I'm never nervous.
 
I took in a deep breath, my hands shaking slightly as I reached for the door
handle, I held it with a tight grip before hesitantly pulling the handle down
and opening the door.
 
Holy Cocksucking Jesus...
 
"Uh, Hello Isa- You're not Isabel.."
 
Well fuck me sideways. Eren Jaeger definitely grew into his looks.. I paused
for a moment, a light blush creeping up on my face, painting the tips of my
ears red, too. His skin was golden brown, it was flawless. No acne, scars,
anything. His chocolate brown hair was a mop on his head, rugged and sexy.
 
Stop it, Ackerman.
 
His eyes, Oh, his eyes. Heterochromia Iridum, Is what they call. His left eye
was titan green, a bright turquoise. The other was a bright hazel that
glistened in the light.
 
I didn't even want to know how rare these eyes were.
 
His lips were plump and his cupids bow was very prominent, he had a small
button nose. He was tall, very tall indeed. He leaned towards one side and I
could see the large mass of muscle through his unbelievably skinny jeans. His
hands were shoved in his back pockets, I could see the muscle through his
fucking T shirt and it was unfair. He looked like he was sculpted by the Greek
Gods. Which I'm thoroughly convinced he was.
 
I was cut abruptly from my thoughts as I realised we were both just standing
there. My expression went back to stoic, instead of wanting. A look that I pray
to any deity out there that Eren didn't notice.
 
"Good observation, dipshit"
 
He threw me a look of confusion and disgust. "It's nice to see you again, Eren"
I smirked. His expression was just confusion now. "How the hell do you know my
name? Did you- Did you hurt Isabel? Did you bribe her for my name? You did,
didn't you? Ass-" He was raging by now as he tried to push past me into the
house. I furrowed my eyebrows closer together, if that was even possible. I
gritted my teeth as my upper lip curled up into a snarl. I placed a hand on his
chest to push him away.
 
"It's me, Eren. It's me, Levi"
 
His expression softened as his eyes widened, he took a step back before his
face dropped. "I-I'm so sorry, Levi.. Y-You just look so different, I didn't
realise" He quickly apologised before enrapturing me in a hug, my eyes widened
as I stood, rigid, before leaning into the hug.
 
"It's fine.. Understandable." Was all I could mutter as I stood back from the
hug. He just stared at me, taking in my features. "You look different..
Healthier. Better.." He said under his breathe quietly. I said a small 'You
too' before averting my eyes towards the ground.
 
"Is she here?" He asked, "Isabel, I mean"
 
I nodded.
 
"Isabel!" I shouted up to her "Eren's here to see you"
 
 
 
***** Chapter 3 - House of Memories *****
 

                      If you're a lover, you should know
                     The lonely moments just get lonelier
                           The longer you're in love
                            Than if you were alone
                  Memories turn into daydreams become a taboo
                                        

                           I don't want to be afraid
                             The deeper that I go
                            It takes my breath away
                          Soft hearts electric souls
                        Heart to heart and eyes to eyes
                                Is this taboo?
                                        

                           Baby we built this house
                                  On memories
                              Take my picture now
                            Shake it til you see it
                            And when your fantasies
                              Become your legacy
                              Promise me a place
                           In your house of memories
                                        
                   Panic! At The Disco - House of Memories.
                                        
As Eren and I sat on the couch I could hear the excited footsteps from upstairs
stumbling around trying to finish of getting ready. After around two minutes of
silence I could hear Isabel running downstairs. "EREN, YOU'RE FINALY HERE" she
screamed as she ran into the living room with the goofiest smile plastered on
her face. I could visibly see Erens face light up with excitement as he rushed
over to embrace his sister...
 "What was I doing when I was gone?" Eren questions a bit startled at Izzie's
 forwardness. I swear, Isabel really wants to know what Erens been doing over
the past, what, 8 years? that she completely skips with the introductions. I
take down a mental note to talk to her about this, I mean come on, Its
your brother for fucks sake! I got snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the
words "You do dancing now?" I slowly look up from my hands just to stare
intently at Eren. "who does what now?"
 "Levi, you've gotta listen more, you know the way Erens been away for 8 years"
I nod my head "Eren was talking about how he does Tarraxhimha..." She muttered,
obviously trying to understand how to pronounce the damn word. I looked at her
with a poker face "You mean Tarraxinha?" Izzie nodded In reply, "Yeah, Yeah..
Mr. Perfectionist.."
 Eren turned to me, "You know the dance, Levi?" He asked curiously, a small
grin painted on his face, the little shit.I nodded slightly, biting the inside
of my cheek once again as I averted my gaze, not wanting to look him directly
in the eye. "Uh, Y-Yeah, sorta, I mean I've seen it before. I know a bit of it,
It's very... sensual"
 He let out a throaty chuckle, his genuine smile showing. "Maybe I can teach
you the rest of it?" What. What do you even say back to that? I nodded slowly,
"Y-Yeah, I'd like that" I felt my face go slightly pink. There was a few
seconds of dead silence, "Sooooo, what about going out for a meal with the
others?" Isabel blurted out, trying to break the silence. Fuck. She did not
tell me about this. Ew, socialising. "Sure! I don't see why not" Eren said with
the most charming smile on his face. "S-sure.. I guess." I responded.
 "Great! It's settled then, Levi, Eren needs new clothes, you can take him
shopping around fifth avenue!" Oh fun, shopping. Never do enough of that with
Isabel, am I right? Maybe it'll be better with Eren, another man. Maybe it will
be...
 
Fun.
 
 
"Me and Petra will go together and get things sorted out, we'll tell Mikasa and
Jean and the others!" The crazy redhead rambled on. Eren chuckled, his eyes
creasing at the corners in the sexies-
 
No. stop it, Ackerman. You've only met him once.
 
I nodded happily, wiping some imaginary dust off my jean and standing up to
dump my leftover, cold coffee in the sink and clean it before leaving on it on
the white rack.
 I hear Eren and Isabel discussing more details as I strolled back to them, "So
shall we go?" I ask, sighing, I want to get this over as soon as possible. Eren
nods. "I'm ready any time! I brought my car so I can drive us, I've been around
fifth avenue more than enough times to be able to drive there" He smiles
sincerely. Isabel nods happily,
 "God Eren, you're just here and you're leaving me again? I'd think you want to
see Levi more than me!" She joked, chuckling heartily. I wasn't laughing, My
face was red though as I nibbled my bottom lip. Eren hesitated before laughing
quietly. Isabel playfully whacked my thigh with a woman's fashion magazine.
 "Shoo, shoo! Get out of here you two, I'll call you later, yeah?" I merely
nodded, wincing slightly from the whack on the leg.
 After saying goodbye to Isabel, we headed out the door to Eren's, very fancy,
BMW M8. Where the fuck he got the money or that will be forever beyond me. But
I know better than to ask.
 Great. Just us two. For hours on end. Eren somehow spotted my uneasiness. He
threw me a solemn smile. "You didn't have to come, you know. If it makes you
uncomfortable. I-I know I've been gone for so long.. I-I just thought it'd be
nice, S-Since we haven't seen each other in aw-"
 "Eren" I cut him off, pausing my walking. "I-I'm sorry" He apologises for
nothing. "Eren, you're fine. You're right. It's weird - different, with you
here.. But that doesn't mean it won't be enjoyable. I'm glad to see you again,
really" I ramble on, he smiles at me. "Now come on, we have the rest of the day
to buy whatever the fuck we want, we can go break my bank account" I chuckled.
 
( ) ( ) ( )
 
We were driving now, Eren clearly breaking the speed limit by 140MPH. A smirk
grazed my face as I felt the cold hit my pale skin, my raven locks blowing
behind me in the wind. Fall Out Boy blasting through the cars speakers. My
elbow leaned on the car door pad as my face was situated on my hand. There was
clear blue sky and the sun was shining.. Eren was grinning madly, his hand
around the gear stick as he sped up. This moment, all I could think of was
leather jackets, motorcycles and cigarettes. Speaking of cigarettes...I whipped
a pre-rolled cancer stick from my pocket, "Mind if I light up?" I asked through
the music, not knowing if he'd be cool with me smoking in his fucking car after
all. He nodded and opened his mouth to speak. "Got anymore I could bum? I left
mine at Izzie's.. She's gonna go ballistic.." He chuckled as I took another one
from the box, I lit one up and handed it to him. He took a deep drag from it
before groaning at the feeling of the warm smoke hitting his lungs, he used one
hand to drive and the other to smoke as he leaned back in his seat,
occasionally tipping ash out the window. His brown hair ruffled in the wind as
he drove. I stared at him. I couldn't help it.
 
How can one man be so fucking gorgeous?
 
 He turned to look me, he probably felt my cold gaze burning into his skull. I
hesitated before looking away and lighting my own cigarette with my baby pink
lighter. I took a drag from it.. One craving settled for the day. 
 
I'll handle my dick later.
 
 
"Sugar, We're goin down came on, I felt nostalgic. Fuck, what an old song.. I
still knew the lyrics off by heart..
 
Am I more than you bargained for yet, I've been dying to tell you anything you
wanna hear, 'Cause that's just who I am this week.
 
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum I'm just a notch in your bedpost, But
you're just a line in a song
 
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song
 
Drop a heart, break a name, We're always sleeping in and sleeping for the wrong
team"
 
I mumbled the lyrics, not even trying my best. I was always told my voice was
good, And I knew it was. I seen Eren looking at me a bit, he was still grinning
at me. Confidence bubbled inside me as I sang the lyrics a bit louder.
 "We're going down, down in an earlier round, and Sugar we're going down
swinging, I'll be your number one with a bullet,
 A loaded God complex cock it and pull it
 We're going down, down in an earlier round, and Sugar we're going down
swinging, I'll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded god complex cock It
and pull it.."
 
The music paused, and so did I. I took in a deep breathe, smirking slightly. I
seen Eren, a genuine smile plastered on his face, like he actually enjoyed my
singing. I doubted it though. I continued singing.
 
"Is this more than you bargained for yet, Oh, don't mind me I'm watching you
two from the closet,
 
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans.. Isn't it messed up, how I just wanna
be him..?"
 
I sang more clearly now, my voice was rough and husky, it's hard to explain.
Sounding like Andy Biersack was hard to explain, okay?
 
I noticed the song was now turned down lower, I began to feel embarrassed, all
the determination and confidence had suddenly disappeared as I placed a pale,
bony hand of mine over my mouth, averting my gaze so I wasn't looking at Eren.
He chuckled, noting my embarrassment.
 "You're a good singer, Levi, one of the best I've ever heard" He stated in a
matter-of-faculty tone of voice. My pinks tinted pink..
 "Thanks, Brat" I muttered my appreciation, finished with a snarky comment. I
knew Eren would know it was sincere though. He chuckled "Anytime, Hun"
 
I bit my lip.
 
In about another 5 minutes, we had reached our destination. My eyes lit up with
glee as I drank in the sights around me, the bright lights and buildings still
amazed me to this day, They always would.
 "You can pick where we go, I don't mind" I said and he nodded, parking his
fancy ass fucking car next to the side walk.
 
And so it begins, living with Eren Jäger for god knows how long...
 
Oh boy, the fun.
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 4 - Do I Wanna Know *****
 
 

                      Have you got color in your cheeks?
          Do you ever get that feelin' that you can't shift the tide
                That sticks around like summat's in your teeth
                     Ah, there's some aces up your sleeve
                     Have you no idea that you're in deep
                I dreamt about you nearly every night this week
                        How many secrets can you keep?
      'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
                           When I play it on repeat
                              Until I fall asleep
                         Spilling drinks on my settee
                                        

                              (Do I wanna know?)
                        If this feeling flows both ways
                              (Sad to see you go)
                       Was sorta hoping that you'd stay
                              (Baby we both know)
                  That the nights were mainly made for saying
                    Things that you can't say tomorrow day
                                        
                             Crawlin' back to you
                                        
                       Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know.
                                        
 
 
We were in some fancy ass shopping outlet now, I had deemed it too expensive,
but Eren insists he can pay for it, which, how he even earned that type of
money is beyond me. I may be an artist and aspiring musician but fuck, I could
feel my money disappearing from my pocket the moment I set foot in this place.
 "So Levi, tell me about your life, I'm sure it's changed since the last time
we met.." He joked, letting out a nervous chuckle as he put on the most sincere
smile.. he was browsing at shirts and jackets. I had a ton of clothes at my
apartment, so its not as if I needed anything. He picked up a black dress
shirt, red tie and a black blazer, along with a pair sinfully tight black
skinny jeans.
 
I had paused for a brief moment, trying to think of what I had actually done or
achieved in the eight years he was gone. 
 
"Well I worked as a French for about two or three years, but I left because the
shitty fucking brats were annoying.." He laughed, shaking his head slightly. I
paused before continuing, "I mainly focus on art and music now, my biggest
passions.." I told him, my voice laced with pride.
 Eren turned, pausing at what clothes he was admiring to look at me as he
grinned, "You speak French?" I nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, I'm fluent in the
language. Kutchel, my mother was French, you see. So she had taught me only a
little bit. I made it my goal to learn fluently about one or two years after we
met.." I was frowning now, more than usual. I sounded sad. I wasn't. I barely
knew my mother, But the fact the woman who brought me into this world, Is dead,
it's- It's hard, you know? Eren noticed my discomfort as he threw me a
sympathetic look.
 "It's a beautiful language, really... You'll have to speak some sometime, I
know a bit of German and Italian.. I'm not fluent, but I'm getting there.."
 
Fucking hell, What can't he do?
 
 "You'll have to show me your art sometime, you're a very good singer. I'm sure
your music is pretty darn good. You play any instruments?" He asked, as if he
was genuinely interested in my life.
 Yeah right, He's probably just trying to make small talk so things aren't as
awkward.
 "Yeah, Piano, guitar.. Acoustic and electric, a bit of violin too.. I'll show
you them sometime.." I stated, not knowing what else to say as he asked me a
question. He smiled at me before saying, "Yeah, I'd like that"
 
 ( ) ( ) ( )
 
I was at my own apartment now, my penthouse. After shopping with Eren, that
felt like a life time. I had gave him directions and he dropped my off, telling
me he'd come with Isabel at seven thirty to come pick me up, Isabel and Petra
had made a reservation for a fancy restaurant calledBraserrie Les Halles.
 
I've heard of it, and I knew the prices were extravagant, somewhere in the back
of my head I knew Eren had convinced her to book that place specifically.
 
And so here I was, prancing around my apartment clad in nothing but a pair of
boxers with a cigarette popped in my mouth, I tilt my head back as I relish in
the feeling of the warm smoke filling my lungs. The hot sun filtered through
the glass windows, my wings tattoo's on my shoulder blades to my forearm looked
more realistic as they shined, the whites, blacks, greys and browns matching
perfectly with the rays of sunlight. My all seeing eye tattoo moved in
different was as I flexed my hand to tip the ash off my cigarette into the
glass ash tray, as did the small, black star tattooed on my ring finger.. I
had a lot of tattoos, all were black excluding my wings. I called them the
Wings of Freedom.As I got them when I was eighteen, and legally allowed to do
whatever the fuck I wanted.I had a sun and moon compass tattooed on my neck
also, along with two solid black band tattoo's, one thick and one thin, on my
right arm.
 
 
ive forty five, my clock read. Fuck, I should get ready soon.
 
I got a shower at six, listening to Twenty One Pilots and All Time Low as I was
in there, definitely my favourite bands of all time.
                                        
Once I got out of the shower, I dried myself off and wrapped my towel around my
waist before walking to my bedroom, I turned the blow drier on and let it sit
until I had to use it, I usually blew dry my hair, it makes it softer,
fluffier. I dumped towel in the corner, making a mental note to throw it in the
laundry basket before I leave. I slid the doors of my walk in wardrobe, holding
my hand to my chin as I sauntered around, trying to find something to wear. I
probably should've thought this out better. About 30 minutes later, after more
Twenty One Pilots, a small glass of Jack Daniels and watching some Youtubers, I
finally found something to wear. I decided on a pair of ripped, skinny black
jeans, a white button up, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black suspenders.
Finished with black boots. I ended it with a leather jacket. I was definitely
overall happy with my look; but I felt something was missing.
Six forty five Shit, I had to hurry up.. I ran downstairs, quickly grabbing the
towel and throwing it in the laundry. I decided to grab some hair gel, it was
blue and smelt bubble gum, I gathered some on my index finger and smothered it
on my hands, not too much to make it disgustingly crispy, my hair was still
soft. I ran the gel covered hand through my hair, slicking my hair back, a few
strands framed my diamond shaped face. I smiled slightly, feeling giddy to see
Eren and the gang again, I was happy with how I looked for once.
Shit, cologne.
I sprinted upstairs, grabbing a bottle of cinnamon and mint smelling cologne, I
sprayed it on my wrists and neck before rubbing it in. I slipped my phone into
my back pocket along with my keys. Suddenly, I heard a car horn beep.
Just in time, I thought. I ran down the stairs, once again. I ran my fingers
through my hair, I was happy my hair stayed slicked back. I left the house,
locking the door behind me. I seen Eren in his BMW M8, his head resting against
the steering wheel while he was parked in the drive way. He was smiling softly.
Isabel was in the back seat, probably expecting me to sit in the passenger
seat. I sauntered over to the car, opening the door and sitting beside Eren.
"Hey, you guys look good" I complimented, Eren just smiled at me, his cheeks
dusted a pale pink colour. "Awe, Thanks Levi!" Isabel chuffed, flashing me a
bright smile from the back seat. Eren nodded, "You do too, you suit your hair
like that, it frames your face well.." I bit my bottom lip, blushing slightly
as I brought my knuckle pad of my left index finger up to my lips. The two
giggled, I merely pouted. "Awe, you're blushing, Levi..!" She giggled, poking
my cheek.
"Y-Yeah yeah, Let's just go.. The others are probably already there" I tried to
change the conversation, Eren laughed before sitting up properly and starting
the car. We finally drove off, with my looking out the window.
 
( ) ( ) ( )
 
An unknown amount of time letter, we finally arrived at the restaurant. The
outside was very fancy indeed, it had a large water fountain and ivory coloured
pillars with lights on them, light the entire building up. It was surrounded by
extravagant flowers. I whipped out a small piece of white cloth out of my back
pocket, I put it in my hand and used to open the door, grimacing all the while.
Germs. Ew. I waited on Eren and Isabel, as they were the ones who knew where
everyone else was sitting.
Once Isabel gave her last name, Magnolia, to the waiter, he walked us to the
bar. Jean, Mikasa, Petra and Furlan were already sitting there, chatting away.
Isabel ran over to Mikasa and Petra, she hasn't seen Mikasa in awhile. Instead
of the oriental girl paying attention to Isabel, she whipped her head up,
seeing Eren. She gasped and her face flushed.. Furlan and Jean noticed it and
turned to look at him. They rushed out of their chairs to greet Eren while I
awkwardly tried to shimmy away, Petra laughing at my discomfort. I bounded over
to a chair, struggling to get on it slightly due to my height. Calling the
bartender over, I asked for a fruit cocktail. I sighed as the four sat down,
Eren beside me. Mikasa started talking to Eren again, sitting opposite
him, Jean and Furlan now talking about something.
I always knew Mikasa had a thing for Eren, when I say thing, I mean an
obsession. I never liked her anyway, but she was good friends with Petra and
Isabel, so I tolerated her. The bartender passed me the drink, I thanked him
with a smile, drinking the alcohol beverage slowly. I sighed once again.
It took me a moment to realise Eren had slipped his hand under the table and
placed it on my thigh. I gasped slightly, my face going red as I nibbled on my
lip once again. Eren grinned, "Something wrong, Levi?" He asked sincerely. I
avoided looking at him, instead staring at the ground. I shook my head no.
Mikasa hadn't stopped talking while Eren talked to me. He began to stroke my
leg and I whimpered. "S-Stop that.." I choked, He abruptly paused. "Apologies,
you looked uneasy. I wanted to calm you.." He said softly. I didn't say
anything in reply. He gave me a reassuring smile before continuing to listen to
Mikasa ramble on.

( ) ( ) ( )
 
It was two in the morning right now, I wasn't even drunk. I was a strong
drinker. Jean had drove me, Isabel and Eren back to Isabel's house. I was lying
in her spare bedroom, Eren in the room next to me. Those two were drunk as
fuck, but not me. I couldn't sleep. I had an aching boner, a pounding head and
I was burning up. I stripped from my clothes, now in clad in nothing but a pair
of black Calvin's. My skin was hot to the touch but I was freezing, and if I
got under the blanket I'd break out into a cold sweat. I wasn't used to this,
this is why I didn't drink heavily a lot. I slipped earbuds into my ears,
hoping some Twenty One Pilots would soothe me to sleep.
And soothe me they did, I fell asleep soon after.
 
 
 
***** Chapter 5 - New Americana *****
Chapter Notes
     Fuck, I'm sorry it's so short, it's terrible too but its Saturday and
     I had to get something out there. I'll try and get things going
     properly on Monday, thanks. xx
     -M
 
 
 

   Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles, just what you’d expect inside her new
                                  Balenciaga
                   Bad romance, turned dreams into an empire
                Self-made success now she rose with Rockafellas
                                        

            Survival of the richest, the city’s ours until the fall
   They're Monaco and Hamptons bound but we don’t feel like outsiders at all
                                        

                           We are the new Americana
                            High on legal marijuana
                         Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
                           We are the new Americana
                                        
                            Halsey - New Americana
                                        
 
It was the next morning now, I didn't even realise that I had fallen asleep
last night, I wasn't going to complain though. It was 7:30, and of course, I
was awake. Eren and Isabel wouldn't be awake for hours. I sighed and squirmed
and twisted in my bed, attempting to get back to sleep. I realised that wasn't
happening, so I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched my limbs,
running my finger through my hair as I grimaced, my skin was crawling.. I
needed a shower. I decided to go downstairs and clean. I changed into a black
tank top and a pair of back and white plaid sweatpants. I stared at myself in
the mirror, twisting strands of my raven locks, my hair was getting long and I
needed a hair cut.
 I swung the door open and creaked downstairs, slipping my portable speaker in
my sweat pant pocket. My face scrunched up in disgust, the living room and
kitchen smelt like alcohol, old food and was a complete mess. Sticky wine was
on the floor, tipped over beer cans and half eaten pizza slices cluttered the
glass coffee table. I took in a deep breath,
 You're okay Levi, just clean it. I thought to myself.
 I sauntered to the kitchen, grabbing the essentials from under the sink, mop
and mop bucket, washcloth, air freshener, polisher and a dusting rag. Knowing
the other two wouldn't be up for awhile, I connected my phone up to my
Bluetooth speaker and went on youtube, playing my favourite music. It was loud,
but not too loud that the other two would wake up and start yelling for the
volume.
Fucking shit does that brat have any sense of cleanliness?
I mentally cursed Eren, there must mud on the kitchen floor and I just knew he
was the culprit. Great, more cleaning. I sighed and bent down, beginning to
scrub the muddy patches, they came off fairly easy, thanks to the hot, soapy
water in the mop bucket.
( ) ( ) ( )
About forty minutes later, I had scrubbed the muddy prints away, dusted,
polished and left to traces of dirt anywhere. Now I just needed to mop the
living room floor, I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose before I grabbed
the wooden mop and rung it out before beginning to get to work on the floor.
I chose to clean barefoot, so if I stepped in anything it wouldn't leave marks
or stains. Pony by Ginuwine.Was playing now. Because of course it was, my hips
began to sway to the beat as I found a rhythm, a beat to the music. I began
humming the lyrics, gradually beginning to sing them.
I dramatically ran my fingers through my hair as I licked my lips, the raven
locks falling in a hot mess around my face, I pulled the mop in front of me and
wrapped my leg around the wooden part, grinding down on it once before rolling
my hips around it. I panted a bit before repeating the process, once, twice,
before arching my back slightly. I threw my head to the side dramatically a
couple of times again. I placed my hands at the top of the wooden shaft and
slut dropped quickly before regaining myself. I repeated the dance a few times
until the song was over. I took a grateful sips of water, savouring the liquid.
I was about to continue my work but I heard a creak near the door, I whipped my
head around and my heart fucking dropped.
It dropped.
Eren Jaeger, of course.
***** Chapter 6 - You've got time *****
Chapter Notes
     Welcome back, I apologise in advance for this horrible, delayed and
     overall shitty chapter. It's short too, I promise I'll try and upload
     longer ones, My imagination has been failing my recently. Sorry.
     Otherwise, enjoy xx
     -M
 
                           The animals, the animals
               Trapped, trapped, trapped 'till the cage is full
                               The cage is full
                                  Stay awake
                          In the dark, count mistakes
                       The light was off but now it's on
                    Searching the ground for a bitter song
                        The sun is out, the day is new
                    And everyone is waiting, waiting on you
                              And you've got time
                              And you've got time
                                        
                            Think of all the roads
                         Think of all their crossings
                             Taking steps is easy
                            Standing still is hard
                           Remember all their faces
                           Remember all their voices
                            Everything is different
                            The second time around
                                        
                       You've Got Time - Regina Spektor
                                        
                                        
Eren’s Point Of View
~Flash Back - During A Nightmare~
“No! No please, please stop it, Please! T-This has nothing to do with me!” I
begged, my arms and legs flailing as I tried to squirm out of the grip of four
Police officers.. I screamed. I cried out until my throat was raw and burning.
I drew in a shaky breath, I was trembling, I felt my blood pump through my
veins. I was carried through a dark tunnel until I was taken to a large van,
with big, blue, bold words that spelled out ‘POLICE’ on three sides and again
on the hood.
“Eren Jaeger, You are under arrest under suspicion of possession of illegal
drugs and an offensive weapon. You do not have to say anything, Anything you do
say may harm your defence if questioned in the Court of Law” A stern voice
stated loudly. Tears ran down my face as I gave up my fight. They weren’t going
to release me now as they stuffed me into the back of the large, isolated van,
so why try?
The large two metal doors banged shut and I heard the doors be locked. I tried
to steady my breathing, but to no avail. I fiddled with my hands, occasionally
kicking the hard, grey seats opposite me out of anger. I brought my cuffed
hands up to my hair, pulling at it before dragging them down to my face and
burying it between my bloody, beaten and rough hands. I didn’t even cry, I just
let out a few occasional choked and muffled sounds. I think it was a few
minutes before I heard the men get into the van and turn the engine on before
driving away.
This was it. It was over. I was about to spend God knows how many years in
prison.
I shut my eyes for a moment, and the next thing I knew, I was asleep. I don’t
know how long it was until the van had came to an abrupt stop, I was
immediately thrown to the ground, off the chair, due to the force. I was lying
on the cold, metal floor of the van before I heard the lock turn and the doors
open. The four men were there again, one grabbed my left arm and another
grabbed my right arm. As soon as I saw the outside, I seen a very large
building, It was a brownish, redish colour and had large pillars at either
sides of the entry. There were multiple windows and it was obvious there were
more than at least four floors.
I sighed at let my head hang, taking myself and walking towards the entrance
unaided. Two police officers walked in front and two in front, making it
impossible to escape. I don’t know why I was being emotional over such a
situation. I’ve done worse.. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been to
prison.. Maybe that’s why, Prison is hell and I don’t want to go back. I don’t
even know what happened, I didn’t place the drugs in my car, I didn’t place the
gun in my car. I knew it was them.. It had to be them. The same people that
murdered my father. I knew they hated my entire family, including me.
They carted me in and told me to stand a reception office like. They walked
away and a young blonde woman with bright blue eyes came and stood behind the
glass window in front of me, it had a small hole in the middle so I could hear
her. She smiled brightly, I only gave her a small, broken smile.
“Hello Mister…?” She dragged out, obviously asking for my name as I searched
for hers, Susan Fischer, It read. “Eren, Eren Jaeger” I told her, she laughed
nervously, “Can you spell that for me?” I cracked a smile before apologising
and spelling it out for her.
She took my fingerprint a few times, my weight, height and my place of
residence, address, phone number, ect and finished with a photo. The woman,
Susan, told me to sit down on one of the metal chairs in the middle of the
room. I sighed once again as I fell against the chair, letting my head flop
backwards.
Awhile later, one of the two police men came back out and grabbed my right arm
and dragged me out of the room, he unlocked multiple grey barred doors, we
walked for about three minutes before we arrived in a custody suite. It was a
very clean, pristine sort of place. Many sorts of people in suits and dresses
sitting, typing away at computers and or on phones.
 
I was carted up the grey metal steps and taken down a long corridor with old,
beige walls with peeling paint and a faint stain of blood on the wall.. This
looked like a completely different place as to what was downstairs. My gaze
stuck to the walls as I looked at the blood, my head turning behind me. “Keep
Walking” He said in a stern voice, he sounded pissed, he had a gravely voice.
I scoffed lightly under my breathe, a large smirk now painting my face. Not
that I was happy about this situation, It was more like a nervous smirk if I
was to be completely honest.
We ended up in front of a small holding cell, it was small. Very small. The
police officer opened the door and I seen a small toilet and a single metal
framed bed with a clean mattress and a thin, cotton blanket paired with a
single pillow. I gulped nervously.  The officer threw me into the room after
removing my handcuffs, I rubbed my red, raw wrists and hissed slightly in pain.
I heard the man's stern voice again, “Eren Jaeger, you will be held here until
tomorrow morning. You will then be taken to Prison, where you will be held
until you see the Judge in the Court of Law. Another officer will come down
later to give you your uniforms. Good evening” He then shut the door and locked
it. I flopped down on my bed after I removed my shoes, belt and T shirt.
I pulled the blanket over my head to block out the light before I tried to get
to sleep, trying to ignore the feeling of tears prick the corners of my eyes.
This was my life now.
~End of Nightmare~
I shot up in my bed, my chest beating in my naked chest, I felt my blood rush
through my veins. Sweat dripped down my face and chest. I ran a tan, trembling
hand through my unkempt hair. I kicked the white blanket off my body and stood
up slowly, my beat still hammering. My pajama shorts were sticking to my legs
and I quickly strip them and my boxers off, dumping them in a corner. I placed
a hand on my hip and rubbed another hand across my forehead. I sighed. These
dreams, these nightmares won’t ever leave. I know it. They won’t. There was no
point in even trying anymore. That’s almost every night now, I hope I hadn’t
woke Levi or Isabel..
Levi..
I searched through the black wardrobe for a pair of shorts, I found a grey,
soft pair and quickly changed into them, not bothering with a shirt because I
knew it would stick to me due to the sweat. I ran my hand through my hair once
again before unlocking the door and quietly walking out. I yawned, I didn’t
even know what time it was. A frown settled on my face. Padding downstairs
slowly, I heard the low beat of music,  sexual music.
A confused look painted my features, erasing the previous sad one. I was slowly
treading down the stairs. Before opening the door, I settled my hand on the
door handle and pressed my ear against the wooden door. I didn’t hear much of
anything, apart from the music and the occasional slish-sloshing of water.
I slowly turned the golden, metal handle of the door and pushed it open very
slightly, very slowly, I edged towards the door and peeked my head around the
corner.
Well, holy fuck. I’m pretty sure this is going to be the first boner I’ve ever
had this early in the morning..
There Levi was, in all his 5”3 of glory.. He was dancing while he was cleaning,
multiple sexual songs must have been on his playlist. I saw him grinding
against the wooden shaft of the mop, not even taking breaks to drench the head
of the mop every so often. His face was flushed red as he swung his head
backwards, jaw clenched and messy, raven, unkempt hair and eyes shut closed
tightly.. He stood there for a second, a panting mess.
 His eyes opened vaguely, his iris’ darted to the corner of his eye as he
spotted me, they then widened before going back to their usual hooded look..His
lips curled up in a smirk as his head fell forward, resuming a proper posture
once again. His cheeks tinted a faint pink. He panted slightly as he used his
arm to wipe his forehead. I stared at him as I release a breath that I didn’t
even know I was holding in.
“Hey Levi, having fun?” I teasingly asked. He stared at me, blinking rapidly a
few times as I walked past him into the kitchen, swaying my hips more on
purpose. I grinned at him. Levi ignored me, his lips curling up in a grimace.
He dried out the mop while I filled the kettle with hot water, “Want a coffee?”
I asked, I heard a small mumble of ‘yes’. I let the kettle boil while I sat in
the living room on my phone until Levi had finished putting the cleaning
supplies away. Once he had finished his daily, sacrificial ritual of fucking
cleaning, he joined me in the living suit, flopping back on the couch and
sighed, massaging his small, pale and bony hands. I turned to him, “Have fun?”
I grinned, he rolled his eyes, but I knew he was trying to keep himself from
laughing.
“Totally” His rough voice said, we looked at each other for a second before I
burst out in a fit of giggles, he just grinned and stared at me..
“So, how long have you been down?” asked curiously, getting up again to go pour
the coffee, I felt his eyes burn holes on the back of my naked torso. He paused
for a moment before replying, “No idea” He responds quickly. I nodded my head
in acknowledgment.
“What has you up so early anyway? I didn’t take you for an early bird
honestly..” He confessed, I grinned, “I could say the same about you” He rolled
his eyes and playfully punched me in the arm. “Nah seriously though, I have…” I
paused for a moment, trying to think of what even to call my ‘episodes’ or
‘nightmares’.. My therapists use that many names for them.. “Episodes.. So they
usually wake me up a lot, not very fun..’’ I explained, trying to make the dark
matter a little more light hearted by scrunching my face up at that last part.
He threw me a sympathetic look, well, as sympathetic as Levi-Fucking-Ackerman
could get, which, let's be honest, isn't very sympathetic, but I appreciated
the small gesture anyway.
“I bet” He said, “I know how you feel, I used to have a horrible case of sleep
paralysis, not so bad anymore, though I still get it sometimes” His gaze turned
to the ground.. “It was horrible, I used to be afraid to sleep” He chuckled
nervously, but I knew he didn’t like remembering it, he didn’t like talk about
it.. “Anyway, enough about me.. Why do you get them?” He asked curiously, I
racked my brain, looking for some sort of excuse, but before I could answer, he
already beat me to it. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.. I don’t want you
telling me about some traumatic event that happened you, If it’s too much you
don’t have to tell me..” He explained cautiously. I appreciated the concern,
most people just jump in arrogantly without thinking.
I paused for a brief moment, not turning to answer but instead looking anyway
but his face. Seconds seemed like hours, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
“Eren, man, If it’s too much, you don’t hav-” I cut him off abruptly, feeling
determined to tell him everything.. It felt like an obligation, not that I even
had the foggiest idea why.
“No” I told him, “I want to, It’s just - It’s hard, you know?” I explained, he
of all people must of understood. I turned to him and sighed as I seen him nod.
“In your own time, take as long as you want, I have all day..” His words
reassured me. I nodded and released a shaky breath. I made the coffee that had
been delayed due to my mini meltdown. Levi waited silently in the living room,
waiting for me. Once I poured it and handed it to him, I sat down in the chair
opposite him, burying my face in my free hand.
“Where do I even begin?”
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