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Gabi
“What’s this?” Falco asks, nodding at the pack of letters Gabi is holding close to her chest.
“Nothing,” she says, deciding to hide the letters under her shirt. “You saw nothing.”
Falco deadpans. “Gabi.”
“You saw nothing!” Gabi insists, walking past Falco. She runs before he even attempts to stop her, knowing that even on a good day, he can’t possibly outrun her.
It isn’t that she wants to hide this from her fiancé, but she knows that if he knows about the letters before she has a chance to send them, he’ll try to convince her not to do it. Not that he’d actually convince her, but, you know. Better to break the news once the letters are sent.
Of course, she didn’t calculate that in her run, she’d collide with…
“Mom!” she exclaims, scurrying to get the letters that fell out of her shirt before Eren can see the names written on them.
“You should watch where you’re going,” Eren chides, ruffling her hair with a smile. “Are those more invitations for the wedding?”
“Yes!” Gabi squeaks. Technically, it’s not entirely a lie…
Eren holds his hand out, waiting for the letters. “Give them to me. I can go mail them.”
“No!” Gabi shrieks, holding the letters to her chest. When Eren eyes her suspiciously, she swallows hard. “I… have to go to the post office anyway. And don’t you have guests waiting for you at the hotel? I think Mr. Renaldo was looking for you!”
Eren’s face darkens, his hand falling back to his side. “Did he and his wife destroy the bed again?” He rolls his eyes. “I’m going to ban people from spending their heats here…”
“What about your heats?” Gabi asks before she can think better of it.
Eren deadpans. “Don’t you have some letters to go mail?”
“Yes!” Gabi practically shouts, walking past Eren. “Bye! Have fun with Mr. Renaldo!”
Eren mutters something Gabi is now too far away to hear, and she continues her run to the local post office, on a mission to get these letters sent before anyone else can stop her.
Unfortunately, Falco has beaten her to it and is outside the door, waiting.
Gabi groans. “How did you get here so fast?”
Falco shrugs. “You were slow.”
“Whatever,” Gabi mumbles, opening the door and storming inside. She’s so close to having them sent. She can do this.
“Who’s Levi Ackerman?” Falco asks, looking over her shoulder.
Gabi shrieks, shoving the letters in the nearby mailbox before Falco can snatch the letters from her. She nods at the mailman who’s staring at her like she’s grown a second head, and then heads out just as fast as she came in.
“Is he related to aunt Mikasa?” Falco adds, following after her.
“No,” she replies, then breathes out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, I did it…”
“Did what?”
Gabi takes Falco’s hand and starts dragging him back towards the hotel, knowing the cat has to get out of the bag. Now that the letters are sent, she’s not sure how she’d be able to keep this from him anyway. “I found my dad.”
Falco looks shocked. “What?”
“You know how Mom had me clear out the attic because we might need it for guests at our wedding? Well… I found one of his old journals. From when he was our age,” Gabi explains. “And in it… he talks about my dad.”
“Levi Ackerman?”
“Maybe.”
Falco frowns. “Maybe?”
Gabi grimaces. “It’s either him or… two other people.”
Falco’s eyes widen. “You mailed three letters…”
Gabi nods. “I invited them to our wedding. I said I wanted my dad to be there…”
Falco’s jaw drops. “You told all three that they were your dad?!”
Gabi looks away, and yet nods. “Maybe…”
Falco grabs her by the shoulders. “Gabi! You can’t do that! You lied to two of them! You don’t even know which one is your actual dad! And to invite them here… Gabi, your mom is going to flip out.”
Gabi frowns. “I don’t care! That’s his own fault! If he had told me who my dad is, I would’ve just invited him!”
“What if he doesn’t know?” Falco asks. “I still think this is a really bad idea…”
Ugh. This is why Gabi didn’t tell him.
“Well, too late! The letters are sent,” she sticks her tongue out. “And I’ll get to meet my father for our wedding. You should be more supportive.”
“I am! It’s just…”
“Why are you siding with my mom anyway?” Gabi accuses. “You should be on my side! I have the right to meet my dad!”
“I’m not on Eren’s side!” Falco insists. “I just… I think this is going to be really difficult for him. Three of his exes coming to his only daughter’s wedding…”
“Just one is an ex,” Gabi corrects. “Levi,” she adds. “The two others were flings…”
Falco grimaces. “I didn’t want to know that about your mom.”
Gabi shrugs. “Grow up, Falco. Even old people were young once and had plenty of sex. Some old people still do…”
Falco looks like he’s trying to shake the thoughts away. He’s still grimacing. Gabi finds it cute. She kisses his cheek and grins at the way he blushes, and squeezes his hand before they start walking again.
Gabi doesn’t regret sending the letters.
Not one bit.
Levi
The first thing Levi notices when he gets home is that all of the lights are suspiciously on. All of them. The next suspicious thing that tells him he should turn around and leave is that there’s an extra pair of very ugly but familiar shoes in the foyer he knows belongs to one Hanji Zoë.
“Erwin?” he calls, sighing heavily and removing his shoes as he hesitantly heads into the living room. There’s hushed voices coming from the couch, then giggles.
He ignores it and decides he needs a drink. Tonight looks like it’ll be a rowdy one. It’s rare that he goes for alcohol but if Hanji is over…then it’s necessary. And evidently, he’s not the only one who had this idea. There’s an open bottle on the counter that’s more than halfway empty.
Fuck.
He pours himself a glass and steps into the living room where Hanji and Erwin are curled up together reading something. There’s an envelope on the coffee table.
“What’s this?” Levi asks, nodding at it.
“Levi!” Hanji sits up, grinning.
Erwin looks green. “When did you get home?”
“Just now,” Levi picks up the envelope curiously and raises a brow. “What the hell is this? It has my name on it…” His eyes drift toward the paper in their hands and he deadpans. “You opened my fucking mail?”
Hanji winces. “Technically he’s your husband.”
Fake husband. Though Levi doesn’t need to remind Hanji that he and Erwin’s marriage has been fake since the very first day. Is it still called a marriage of convenience if your husband is anything but convenient?
“And technically I can kill you for trespassing in my home, but you don’t see me doing it. Give that.” Levi snatches the paper harshly. Both Hanji and Erwin sink into the sofa.
“You should maybe sit down before reading that…” Erwin adds quietly.
He wordlessly complies, plopping down between the two and setting the drink down on the table. Hanji shakes their head and picks it up, pushing it back into his hand. What the fuck is wrong with these two?
The liquor burns his throat and warms his chest at the first sip. Finally, they let him read the letter.
Then he reads it again.
And again.
And once more just to be sure.
“Is this a prank?” He looks between the two. “Which one of you did this?”
Erwin gets up. “I need another drink.”
Hanji slips closer to Levi. “It’s not a prank! I came over to bother you but you weren’t here so…I bothered the next best thing: your husband!”
Levi groans, burying his face in his hands. “What the fuck is this letter?”
“You have a kid apparently,” Hanji says, far too excitedly. “Not surprised — you and your sexy alpha genes.”
“I still don’t understand how.”
Hanji shrugs. “Do you want me to spell it out? I’m sure you remember the vivid and various details of what you and that pretty omega of yours did.”
“He’s not mine—”
“Doesn’t matter. So, are you going?”
Levi looks over, bewildered. “To what? The wedding? Fuck no.”
“Why not?” Erwin interjects, having returned with the glass way too full. He plops down beside Hanji. “Could be fun.”
“Could be fun,” Levi mimics, “I’m not going to the wedding of a stranger who claims to be my kid. I can’t.”
Hanji pouts. “But why? This could be your chance?”
“For what?”
“To rekindle the flame,” Erwin speaks up, downing the drink. “We’ve both been miserable for the past 20-something years, one of us deserves a chance.”
“A chance at what?” Levi deadpans. “I left him. He smelled like another alpha and didn’t even respect me enough to tell me the truth about him. He’s probably the father.”
“Maybe they’re broken up,” Hanji grins.
“Or,” Erwin clears his throat, “you can go break them up.”
This is too much. But it’d be a lie to say he hadn’t thought about it for years. Eren has never strayed far from his mind. He’s there, haunting his every waking moment. In every cup of coffee he drank, pastry he ate, walk he took, food he made — Eren and his pretty, lively smiles are there. Eren and his vibrant green eyes that remind him of a time when he wasn’t….this. This hollow version of himself, filled with nothing but sorrow.
“Why would I do that?” He breaks the silence. “If he’s happy…”
“Fuck that,” Hanji grins, “if I knew Moblit was with somebody else and not me, I’d know he’s not happy. I’d go fix it.”
Levi rolls his eyes. “Well you’re crazy. That’s selfish.”
“No, they have a point,” Erwin mumbles, staring into his finished glass like it has all the secrets of the world, “you should definitely break them up.” Then he looks at Levi, his eyes rimmed with red from all the drinks, or maybe he’s been getting emotional. “Aren’t you tired, Levi? Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life? A marriage of facades and convenience with me? Don’t you want a family?”
“You two are my family,” Levi insists.
Hanji smiles, taking his hand and patting it. “And that will never change but what you could have with him…” they trail off, nudging his shoulder, “everything you told me about him, your time on that island sounds like…paradise. True love.”
Levi takes another look at the messy scrawl on the letter. It looks so much like Eren’s handwriting.
Gabi.
Do they really have a kid? Why would she even want him there? He didn’t know she existed up until now…
“You should go, you should go, you should go!” Hanji and Erwin start chanting and he groans, throwing the letter on the table.
“Fuck it. Fine.”
“Yes!” Hanji punches his arm and turns, climbing over the head of the couch to scramble into the kitchen and bring the bottle. Jumping back down between them, she refills all their glasses.
“This’ll be an adventure,” Erwin clinks his glass with Hanji’s. “Here’s to true love and adventure!”
“I hate adventure,” Levi mumbles glumly, staring at the departing ferry. They missed it. “Now what?”
How the fuck are they going to get to the island now?
Hanji and Erwin, both wearing ridiculously huge sunglasses and hats, stare at the ferry silently.
“How long is the swim?” Hanji asks unhelpfully.
“We’re not swimming.”
“Oh darn it, did I miss the ferry?” A freckled omega asks, coming to a stop beside them with a huge duffel bag over his shoulder.
Levi eyes him up and down curiously. He looks like a local from the way he’s dressed. Meanwhile the rest of them, in their suits, definitely do not.
“Yes you did, I’m afraid,” Levi tells him. “We’re considering swimming.”
The man looks over at them, bewildered but then hums. “Is that…possible?”
Levi lowers his shades. “No, you idiot,” Levi snaps, then winces. “Shit, sorry, I don’t know you. I’m hungover and jet lagged.”
And he’d also been drinking way too much since the day the letter arrived, but that had done nothing to quell his heart or his mind from the prospect of seeing Eren again. This could’ve been their wedding once upon a time….
“Oh there he goes,” Hanji throws an arm over his shoulders, “lookin’ all gloomy again.”
Levi shoves them off and frowns when he notices an invitation in the strange man’s hands. “You’re here for the wedding too?”
“Yeah!” The man grins. “Bride or groom?”
“Bride…you?”
“Neither!”
Levi raises a confused eyebrow but the man smiles and reaches out to shake his hand, which he reluctantly complies with.
“Marco Bodt,” he says. “Nice to meet you.”
Why is that name familiar?
“Levi Ackerman. It’d be better if we didn’t meet under these missed ferry circumstances.”
“Y’all need a ride?” A woman approaches them, holding a crate of…potatoes?
Where the fuck are all these people popping out of?
“Yes!” Hanji rushes over. Erwin follows naturally.
“We can help with that. We have a ride. “The woman smiles and points to the nearest boat by the pier. “Hey!” She shouts. “We got people!”
A bald man pokes his head over the side. It looks like he’d been sleeping. Another man approaches, who looks oddly familiar but Levi can’t place his face for the life of him. The man, a beta, eyes the three of them.
“Let me guess, wedding?”
“This was meant to be. We’ll accept the ride,” Erwin quickly says and gives Levi a look, “we’re not swimming there. I’m wearing lotion.”
Levi rolls his eyes. “You and your fucking lotion. Fine.”
That’s how Levi finds himself crammed into a boat, sitting next to baldy and potato girl, meanwhile Marco is inspecting the “captain’s” equipment with growing concern.
“I’m Sasha,” potato girl introduces herself, “and this here lovely man is Connie.”
“You’re all here for the wedding?” Connie looks at all of them. “Dang. What are the odds, Jean.”
Marco smiles. “You got an invite too?”
The Jean person nods, eyeing Marco up and down with a growing smile. His scent shifts to something more… welcoming, too. “Yeah. Nice to meet you.”
“Christ….” Levi groans, looking away. He fucking hates happy people. He also can’t stand to watch whatever the fuck is budding between those two.
So, the boat ride is hell. Baldy and potato girl decide singing tunes is the best way to go, Hanji eventually joints in, Marco and boat guy are flirting heavily and….Levi assumes his fake husband is just as miserable as him but when he looks over, the fucker has joined the others with their dumb tunes.
Traitorous bastard.
Whatever.
At least, the island is as beautiful as he remembers it. Hanji and Erwin are too busy in an animated conversation with Sasha and Connie when they arrive, which gives him a moment to take in the sight. How many times did Eren and him visit this very same beach? They shared many kisses on these sands. He could probably still find the tree where Eren carved their initials and declared that it was good luck to do so because the island had “magic”.
So much for that magic.
Swallowing the bitterness that threatens to spill over, he takes his bag and follows along with the group.
“It’s beautiful here,” Marco marvels.
“Oh yeah,” Jean agrees, “it’s been a while since I’ve been here.”
Levi regards the man curiously. “Is that so? You have family here?”
Jean shrugs, noncommittal. “I guess you could say that.”
Marco smiles. “Fate brought us all here, then.”
“Or wedding invites,” Levi offers.
Hanji throws an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t be such a boomer. Where’s your sense of whimsy?”
“Dead.”
Hanji sighs. “God you’re a sourpuss. Come on! Connie found us a ride!”
Said ride is a very janky pickup truck with goats in the back, but they all manage to fit (no idea how) and make it up to the mountain where the hotel is. Levi still isn’t sure if this is a good idea.
They cross pathways Eren and him walked numerous mornings on their way to the market, to the beach and to the many random adventures through the woods where they had picnics and late afternoons.
Levi wants to leave.
The truck stops by the entrance of the rustic hotel. It’s falling apart but there’s a charm to it. It looks busy, probably for the wedding.
“This is…..cozy,” Erwin whispers.
Levi rolls his eyes. “You gonna survive, eyebrows?”
Erwin looks offended. “What do you take me for? We’ll make it work.”
“Not sure how you’ll do your 50 step skincare routine with water that’s probably not very filtered.”
“Actually,” Hanji interjects, “the water is probably way cleaner out here.”
They don’t make it very far in before a young, short woman emerges from the side doors and studies them quizzically.
“Helpers or guests?” She asks.
“Guests,” Marco answers with a polite smile. “We’re here for the wedding!”
The strange short girl gasps.
“I’m Marco Bodt,” Marco continues.
“Jean Kirschtein.”
They look at Levi expectedly.
Levi grimaces. “Oh…we’re all introducing ourselves, okay. Levi Ackerman.”
She continues to stare at them and then eyes the…extras. She doesn’t bother asking them their names, she makes a hurried gesture for them to follow her. When they all take a step, she holds her hand up.
“Only you three! The rest of you….wait to have your bags taken. You three, come with me.”
Levi is very suspicious of this but they follow the girl through the strange hallways and past the shrubbery until they reach what looks like a very deserted….shed.
“Not that I don’t appreciate this lovely tour,” Marco clears his throat. “But is Eren around?”
She doesn’t say a word. Levi’s starting to get concerned. Why the hell are they following her? How does Marco know Eren? The questions are eating him.
For some reason, she leads them into the stupid shed and they all stupidly follow.
“I’m sure you have questions,” she starts.
“I’ve definitely seen a horror movie with this exact scenario,” Jean mumbles.
She ignores him, and blurts out, “I was the one who sent the invites!”
Gabi? This is Gabi? He can see the resemblance. The same ferocious eyes, the brown eyes…he should’ve caught it sooner.
She is definitely Eren’s daughter.
“You’re Gabi?” Marco and Jean both ask in unison. Levi is once again filled with the overwhelming urge to leave.
“How do you know her?” Jean asks, frowning at Marco.
“How do you know her?” Marco repeats.
They stare at each other for a solid moment before both of them utter the words: “I’m her father.”
For fuck’s sake.
He trains his eyes on Gabi. “You. Explain yourself. Why do these two idiots, including myself, think we are your father?”
Jean looks bewildered. “Including yourself? ” He frowns. “You think you’re her father? I don’t see it.”
Marco looks sheepish. “Well, they have the same height…”
They do. But she also has Marco’s freckles, Jean’s eyes, and fuck, this is giving him a headache. He doesn’t know how he feels to be standing next to two people who potentially fucked Eren.
Doesn’t matter that it’d have been two decades ago, it still makes his blood boil. He should’ve thrown both of these fuckers overboard when they started singing showtunes.
Good to know he hasn’t changed one bit…
“I don’t know which one of you is my dad!” Gabi suddenly exclaims. “I thought… I thought when I’d see you I’d just know… but…”
Wow.
“And how do you figure you’d know? One of us would chirp like a Bluetooth device?” Levi scolds and then immediately frowns. “I’m sorry. It’s been a rough day.”
“Does…Eren know we’re here?” Marco asks hesitantly.
“I’m not sure he’d want me here,” Levi says, sighing and eyeing Jean. “Not sure about you two.”
Jean grimaces and Marco shrugs.
Neither of them is disproving Gabi’s theory that they could be her father, and given that they came here… they are really considering it. Which means, they did fuck Eren, around the same time he did. Great. He already knew Eren had probably mated with that other fucking alpha he reeked of, but these two, as well? Levi feels violated.
Speaking of which, why isn’t that alpha here? Not that Levi wants to see him, because he’s sure if he crosses paths with him he’ll sucker punch the life out of the guy, but why didn’t Gabi get him here?
Well. How did she know about them to begin with?
Did Eren really tell his child about his sexual life twenty years ago?
No way.
“Mom doesn’t know you’re here!” Gabi says, panicked. It’s like she finally realizes what she’s done. “And he can’t know! Not.. not yet. He’s already stressed about the wedding…”
So Eren doesn’t know. Great. Definitely didn’t tell Gabi about them, then. Then how?
“Alright, alright,” Jean puts his hand up. “Let’s figure this out. When were you born, exactly? ”
“April 15th,” Gabi answers.
Jean nods. “Okay, so you were likely conceived in July…” He grimaces a little, then looks at Marco. “Uh, when did you and Eren…?”
Marco blushes. “End of June.”
End of June. So Marco was before him…
“It was just one time!” Marco explains, like he somehow has to justify it happening in the first place. He’s staring at Levi, too, like he knows it’s pissing him off. Fuck, it must be his scent… “I… I was afraid of having my first time with an alpha, and I shared that with Eren, so he… offered to help me.”
“Wait,” Jean frowns. “So he fucked you? Then you can’t be the father.”
“I don’t know!” Marco throws his hands up. “It’s a very blurry memory, I was very drunk! Maybe I did it too, I don’t remember!”
Jean deadpans. “Marco. Conception doesn’t work like that. Do I need to explain to you how it works?”
“No!” Marco’s face is bright red. “I know I came on him okay?! Maybe it—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Levi snaps, “I don’t want to hear this.” He really fucking doesn’t. He knew coming here would be hard, but he didn’t expect it’d be this challenging. “Christ, I’m sorry,” he adds, when he notices Marco winces. “That came out harsh.” Then again, he’s still around apparent strangers who fucked Eren. His omega—
Nope.
Not his.
“Okay, moving on,” Jean clears his throat, patting Marco’s back and giving Levi a look, “I was with him….somewhere in August—”
“August?” Levi frowns, looking at Jean.
Jean shrugs. “That makes the two of us the only two likely fathers.”
“I was with him all of July,” Levi mumbles quietly, his brain trying to make a connection despite the many holes in this story.
There’s silence. There should be a fourth guy here. Levi still doesn’t know why it’s only the three of them and how the fuck Gabi found out about them. The fourth guy, that fucking alpha, might have the best chance. So where the fuck—
And then it clicks.
His eyes snap to Jean. He’s fucking seen him before. With Eren. How the fuck did he forget that stupid boat? He’s seen Eren on it. Jean flirting with him. And then Eren coming back to him reeking of that alpha—
Levi squints. “Wait a fucking minute, you’re not an alpha.”
“Astute observation,”Jean scoffs, “I’m a beta.”
“You’re that fucker.” The words spill out of Levi. “Horse guy.”
“What?!” Jean shrieks, making Marco and Gabi wince. Levi ignores the similarities. There’s no fucking way Marco’s the father. “Wait!” Jean gasps and points. “You’re that asshole! It was you?! He cried on my dick for you?! You’re short!”
Levi seethes. “I’m going to murder you and ship your corpse to your parents.”
“You are a very violent little man,” Gabi whispers.
“And you’re not an alpha,” Levi snaps at Jean, “why the fuck did you smell like that? I thought you two mated. You were all over him.”
Jean groans and looks away. “He was cute what the fuck do you want from me? Look man, I was going through shit okay? It was a phase. I took these…supplements and injections that mimic alpha pheromones. Alphas in rut, actually…”
Marco gasps. “Jean, that stuff is really bad for you. It’s been linked to cancer…”
“I know okay?” Jean snaps, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I was being pressured. My dad didn’t think some basic beta son of his was going to push his shitty business empire into the ‘future’ or whatever and wanted to set me up with prospective partners…”
Levi bites back a retort. That’s exactly what happened between him and Erwin. Their families decided a very long time ago two alphas would give them power and political leverage.
Still, what the fuck?
This means…
Eren was telling the truth?
Fuck.
“Anyway,” Jean clears his throat. “I stopped that shit, but it might’ve made my….you know, stuff, potent. I could be the father but,” he scowls, eyeing Levi, “so could shorty.”
Levi ignores him completely and turns his attention to Gabi. “I’m sorry you’re going through this right before your wedding but this was a terrible idea. Eren wouldn’t want this.”
Gabi frowns. Oh, she definitely did not like that. “If Mom didn’t want this then he should’ve just told me about which one of you it is!”
“Maybe he doesn’t know?” Marco suggests. “How did you know about us?”
Gabi’s face flushes. “His diary…”
“You read your mother’s diary?!” Jean gasps but then grins. “Me too. I was 10. You’re better than me.”
“Don’t encourage her,” Levi snaps, running a hand frustratedly down his face. “What now? Did you invite us here for a paternity test or are you still hoping the vibes will tell you which one of us it is?”
Marco clears his throat. “What he means is…should we talk to Eren maybe? We wouldn’t want to cause mayhem on your wedding day…it’s the most important day of your life!”
Gabi doesn’t seem too fond of the idea. But just as she opens her mouth, she freezes.
Levi knows why. He can smell it, too. Whether they’re ready or not, Eren’s coming.
“I can’t be here,” she whispers, “do not tell my mom why you’re here or that you know anything! Just…stay here and don’t come out!”
And just like that, she bolts out of the window before anyone can even register what she’s doing, much less stop her.
“She’s fucking insane. What’s happening?” Jean hisses, his beta senses probably not keen enough to catch Eren’s scent.
“Eren.” Marco and Levi both answer.
“Fuck…” Jean sighs, “I can’t believe I was a rebound for a midget…”
“Say that again,” Levi snaps, his patience wearing thin. Alpha or not, he still wants to snap Jean’s jaw.
“Guys,” Marco whispers, “relax. We shouldn’t be fighting or arguing. Behave. We were invited for a wedding…we should be on our best behavior.”
For some reason, that works on Jean.
Levi slowly walks over to the window, gazing out. Gabi is rushing into a bush. He thinks he caught a glimpse of Eren but it’s hard to tell from this angle.
Levi’s not sure he’s ready to see him again, he’s not sure if Eren is ready to see him either. Especially considering Gabi did all of this behind Eren’s back.
Would Eren even want to talk after what happened? Could it all have been some misunderstanding? 20 years lost to a misunderstanding .
It’s a revolting thought. One that he’s not sure how to wrap his mind around.
“Did either of you keep contact?” Jean asks in a hushed whisper.
“I tried,” Marco admits quietly. “We sent letters back and forth but…at some point he stopped writing and I…stopped pestering him. You?”
Jean gives Levi a look, one which he’s happy to return. “Not really… I didn’t even know he stayed here.”
Levi doesn’t bother answering. Eren’s scent is so close and intoxicating, he’s having an incredibly difficult time concentrating. Years later and his scent remains to be the only thing that can bring Levi to his knees.
“I think we should go back,” Jean mumbles, “this was a bad idea. I mean, how the hell are we supposed to—”
The roof breaks through right then, interrupting Jean midway through his speech and right there, on a well placed mattress, Eren falls through.
Everyone is too speechless to say a word. Levi instantly wants to move forward to help, to check for injuries, to touch him….
But does he have the right to? He finds himself unable to move from his spot, but he also can’t look away. Eren. Eren is right there. Eren , who’s been following him for 20 years in his dreams and every haunting, waking hour.
“Eren!” Marco gasps, rushing forward and quickly helping him up. “Jesus, how did you get up there? Are you okay? Hurt anywhere? Goodness….” He starts patting Eren down. Levi watches, with barely restrained envy. His jaw aches from how hard he’s clenching it, the need to reach for Eren eating at him.
“I’m okay,” Eren mumbles, his eyes on Levi. His attention then shifts to Jean, then Marco. “What are you all doing here?”
“You know…” Jean shrugs, “sightseeing. Going where the wind takes me. Stuff.”
Marco smiles shakily at Eren. “A need for….adventure?”
All eyes turn to Levi. He shrugs, looking away. He’s weak to Eren’s eyes. One more second and he’ll spill.
“Wanted to see our island — the, island. Nice….island.” He’s a fucking idiot.
“Oh…”
Is Eren blushing?
Could be the lighting… Or lack thereof.
“Well,” Eren continues, clearing his throat. “I’m afraid there’s no room for you here. My entire hotel’s booked for—” Eren pauses. “An event.”
Jean grins. “There’s no room for one more in your quarters?”
Eren deadpans.
Levi takes three calming breaths. Like the ones those stupid fucking meditation apps Erwin listens to. Snapping at Jean in front of Eren and being possessive of someone who doesn’t belong to him and never did will send the wrong message.
“We can stay here,” Marco smiles, “it’s…..lovely.”
Jean shrugs. “I still vote for your quarters but my boat’s got room.”
Once again, all eyes turn to Levi. Fucking hell. He takes another deep breath for good measure and finally meets Eren’s eyes. He looks as beautiful as the day Levi lost him. “I’ll go wherever you tell me to.”
“Really,” Marco looks at him and Jean, “this place is nice. Smells a bit…goat-y but we’ll be fine!”
Eren snorts. “That’s because it’s a goat house.”
“Lovely,” Jean grimaces. “I’ll take my boat.”
Levi sighs. There’s no choice. “Is there extra room on that boat of yours?”
Better to sleep on this asshole’s boat than a goat house.
Jean hums, tapping his chin dramatically.
Marco nudges him. “Be nice.” He turns his attention to Eren and smiles. “Do you need help with the event? Whatever it is? We just arrived. We’re super clueless.”
Way to go. Levi fights the urge to roll his eyes.
“I don’t need help. I’m fine. Everything’s fine,” Eren says a tad too quickly, and his scent feels more agitated, too. He definitely doesn’t want them to know about the wedding. Great.
Marco frowns. “You don’t look fine,” he says quietly, voicing everyone’s thoughts.
“Leave him alone,” Jean rolls his eyes, “he wants to bite off more than he can chew, have fun then.”
Marco nudges Jean, again. “No. That’s not how I do things. I want to help.”
Levi sighs and once again takes a deep breath before looking at Eren. “We’ll get out of your hair if that’s what you want but…..”
“We’re here for you!” Marco adds.
“Are you?” Eren asks. “Here for me?”
He’s looking at Levi.
Levi has to brace himself. Those eyes. He forgets how to breathe. Those stupid meditation instructions go right out the window and he stares at Eren. “I—”
“ Yes , god, this is dragging on,” Jean interrupts with a deep sigh, effectively ruining the moment. “We were terrible friends with benefits but we can be friends without benefits. Not much benefit there but….”
“Jean,” Marco mumbles. “Behave…”
“I’m behaving!” Jean aggressively whispers.
Eren rolls his eyes. “You don’t know how to behave,” he says, then sighs. “Anyway, I have to get back to the preparations for the wed— event . You three better be out of my goat house when I come back later,” he points at them.
“Missed you too, good to know the years haven’t made you less of a dick— oof!” Jean is effectively silenced by Marco’s elbow in his gut.
“Can we hang out later?” Marco asks, a bright smile on his face. “All of us! We should get drinks!”
Levi wants to be alone with Eren. That’s all. But he can’t say that. So he just nods in quiet agreement, watching Eren, drinking in the sight of him like a man parched on a desert island.
“Hmmm….” Eren eyes them suspiciously, then he sighs. “Okay. I should have some time tonight.”
Marco claps his hands happily. “Perfect! Do you want to meet back here or on the boat?”
“I’ve got alcohol on the boat,” Jean grins.
Alcohol and the three of them? Not a good idea, but again, Levi keeps his mouth shut. Eren is about to leave. He doesn’t want to waste time talking, he wants to watch him.
“I’m never going back on that boat,” Eren says, rolling his eyes. “There’s a bar at the hotel. We can meet there.”
So Levi’s memory was right, Eren has been on that boat. Levi has to force himself to stop thinking of the numerous scenarios of why and how Eren ended up on that boat, and how many times. Was Jean the convenient arms he ran into after Levi foolishly left? Was that boat where they—
No. He can’t.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Jean snaps. “My boat is great!”
“It’s one bad rainy day away from sinking,” Levi mutters, sharing a look with Eren. “We’ll be there.”
There’s a hint of a smile on Eren’s lips. Levi wants to kiss it. “Okay,” Eren says, and lingers, before he finally turns around and leaves the shed-slash-goat house.
“Is this a good idea, drinking?” Levi speaks up, trying to distract himself from idiotically chasing after Eren.
“Absolutely not,” Jean snorts, “last time we drank….” He trails off when Levi’s eyes are trained on him. “Nothing good comes out of drinking but…if we’re going to survive this wedding and the whole…who’s the baby daddy situation, we’ll need alcohol. Lots of it.”
“Don’t call it that,” Marco frowns, “I think it’ll be great! Eren just needs to know we all mean well. I don’t know…what happened between you two,” he regards both Jean and Levi, his eyes lingering on Levi, “but we were all friends before we…did anything with each other, right? We can still be friends and hold down the fort for Gabi’s sake.”
Jean smirks. “The chances of you being the dad are really…low.”
“Yes yes I know!” Marco sighs exasperatedly. “But it doesn’t matter. I don’t have any family, okay? Everyone I knew and had is in different parts of the world or…gone. I don’t have anyone except my two cats and a bird. I’d be honored to be considered her father and I’m honored she wanted us to be a part of the wedding. Are you two with me or not?”
Levi stays silent. He hadn’t been much of a partner, leaving like that. What right does he have to waltz back in here and call himself a father now?
He can’t wrap his mind around why Gabi would pull something like this either. Still, he won’t deny that the idea of having a family with Eren once consumed his mind. But now? After everything? What chance do they have of playing a happy little family?
“Fine,” Jean sighs, “I’m in. For Gabi. For Eren.”
“Levi?” Marco looks at him expectedly.
“I’m in.”
Marco grins and holds his hand out, palm down. What the fuck is he doing? “We should do the thing.”
What thing?
Jean grimaces. “Ugh, that’s so gay—”
Marco glares.
Jean sighs and places his hand on top of Marco’s, his face suspiciously red. Ah. Levi sighs and joins in on the stupid formation. He can’t believe he’s touching either of them, but, whatever.
“Great! Then it’s settled. This’ll be the best wedding ever!”
Eren
Eren leans against the door of the goat house, his heart stammering against his chest. He places his hand over it, feeling the familiar, strong thud he hasn’t felt in… decades.
Of course, one look at Levi would send his heart racing. Eren always knew he had never really been over Levi, but to think the alpha still has such a strong effect on him…
Eren should’ve known. He’s never loved like he loved Levi. The feelings never went away, and yet, returned by a ten-fold just by smelling him.
At first, Eren couldn’t believe the familiar scent, a scent he’s longed for so long. He never thought he’d see Levi again, though it didn’t stop him from dreaming. So often he dreamed of Levi coming back to the island, to see him and rekindle what was lost.
Is that why he’s here, now?
He did say our island… Could be a coincidence, but… no. Why else would Levi come here, of all places to visit?
It doesn’t really explain why he’s with Marco and Jean, but… well. If he missed the ferry, he probably got on Jean’s boat to get here…
That still doesn’t explain why Marco’s here, but, whatever. Eren smiles at himself, musing about Levi being here for him as he makes his way back to the hotel. He almost skips there, his heart leaping with joy. It’s embarrassing. He knows better. Levi left him before. Even if he might be here for him now, who’s to say he won’t leave again?
The thought makes Eren frown. He should—
“Eren!”
Eren turns, and sees Armin waving at him. Mikasa’s beside him, waving too. Eren gets so excited he runs to them, and doesn’t even notice the two people they were talking to.
“Armin! Mikasa! You made it!” He grins, wrapping his arms around them both and squeezing them tight.
It’s only when two unfamiliar scents hit his nose that he realizes they aren’t alone. So he pulls away, smiling sheepishly. “Hi.”
The beta with glasses is grinning widely and looks far too excited to be here. Beside them is a tall blond man, an alpha, who has a secret smile on his lips.
“It is so great to meet you, Eren!” The beta says, grabbing Eren’s hand to shake it. “I love what you’ve done with the hotel!”
Eren smiles. “Thank you.”
“This is Hanji,” Armin introduces them, “and this is Erwin.”
Erwin.
Why does that name sound familiar?
“We came here with Levi,” Erwin explains, smiling still.
The smile on Eren’s lips dies.
Of course that name sounded familiar—Erwin is Levi’s husband. How could Eren have forgotten, even for a second? He doesn’t remember seeing a ring on Levi’s fingers, but then again, it’s not like he investigated…
Oh, he’s such an idiot. Of course Levi is here with his husband. How could Eren have thought Levi was actually here for him?
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“I, um… I have to go,” Eren mumbles, his voice cracking. His eyes have already started to well up. Fuck. “Nice to meet you,” he adds, walking away and wiping a tear that already had dared falling.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
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Chapter 2
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Armin
Armin feels like an idiot.
In his defense, he couldn’t really have immediately assumed that the Erwin he was talking to was Levi ’s Erwin. Still. In hindsight, he feels like an idiot.
Mikasa’s already run after Eren, and Armin stares at the tall blond alpha, brows narrowed. To think he had let himself be enticed by that scent, if only for a second…
His body betrayed him. Worse, his body betrayed his friend.
“You’re not welcomed here,” he tells Erwin, turning around and leaving before he can hear an answer. Frankly, he doesn’t care about the answer.
(He does, a little. But he can’t, so he ignores the feeling.)
Erwin and Hanji had said they were here for the wedding, but now that he actually thinks about it, that couldn’t have been right. Well. Maybe they know Falco? Small world? Unlikely. The world is not that small. Still, whatever their reason for being here, Armin hopes his warning will have been enough.
He finds Mikasa and Eren in Eren’s room, the both of them in Eren’s bed. Mikasa’s arms are wrapped around him as Eren cries, wiping his eyes and nose so often they’re already red.
“I feel so stupid,” Eren says, although it’s not clear whether he’s talking to Armin, Mikasa, or himself. “How could I have thought Levi was here for me?”
“You saw Levi?” Armin asks, sitting at the edge of the bed.
Eren nods, then sniffles. “He was with Jean and Marco.”
Armin frowns. “Jean and Marco? Aren't they—”
“Yeah,” Eren mumbles, wiping his eyes. “I’m so stupid. I can’t believe it. How could he bring him to our island? I know it’s been over 20 years, but… fuck, it’s been over 20 years,” Eren wheezes out a laugh that sounds very forced. “I’m pathetic. Crying over something that happened so long ago. I should be over him. He’s clearly over me if he can bring his husband here…”
“I’m going to kill him,” Mikasa mutters, her face dark.
Eren shakes his head. “That’d make it worse… I…” Eren pauses, sighing heavily, “fuck, I still love him…”
Armin always knew that. Even if he hadn’t been there to watch Eren fall in love with Levi, he had been there to pick up the pieces after Levi was gone. Eren didn’t really ever move on, not really. Didn’t date anyone else after, either. One would have to be a fool not to realize Eren still pined over the one that got away.
“You can kill his husband, then,” Armin suggests. It’s stupid that even if he’s joking, the words hurt, a little. Gosh, he doesn’t even know Erwin…
“I’ll kill them both,” Mikasa declares. “And their weird friend.”
Eren snorts. “You’ll become a mass murderer for Gabi’s wedding? At least wait until it’s over…”
“Fine,” Mikasa grumbles. “For Gabi.”
“She can’t know about this,” Eren sniffles, wiping his nose. “About her father being here.”
“You still don’t know who it is, right?” Armin asks.
Eren shakes his head. “No… I mean, it’s probably Levi… we were together the longest and the doctors said she was most likely conceived in the middle of July, so…” he sighs, swallowing hard. “But I just… I couldn’t accept that, I don’t know if I can now. Losing him and being pregnant with his child.. It was too much. It’s still too much…”
Armin nods. Mikasa rubs Eren’s arm. “I can go kick them out,” she suggests.
“It’s fine,” Eren says. “They’re probably on the way to Jean’s boat now. I—”
Eren doesn’t get to finish his sentence. There’s a knock on the door and suddenly Falco enters, stopping in the doorway once he gets a look at Eren.
“Oh, um… I’m sorry, I…” Falco mumbles, “I can come back later…”
Eren shakes his head, wiping his eyes and getting out of the bed. “I’m fine,” he says, although he looks like a mess . His entire face is wet, his eyes are puffy, and his nose is so red. “I have to go meet up with the caterer anyway.”
“That’s what I came here for, actually…” Falco starts. “He’s searching for you.”
“We’re coming with you,” Mikasa declares, and her tone implies there’ll be no arguing. Eren doesn’t look like he wants to argue anyway.
The four of them exit the room, and make their way out of the hotel. They don’t get very far though before Eren suddenly gasps and hides behind a bush.
“What’s happening?” Armin asks.
“It’s them! ” Eren aggressively whispers, pointing at three men walking away from them.
From how Eren described them before, Armin can easily tell who is who. Levi is unmistakable with his short stature and his scowl, Marco definitely looks like the softest out of three of them, and Jean is unbearably tall. And kind of attractive too…
“Jean looks good…” Armin notes, voice low.
Eren grimaces. “Ew.”
“Ew?! You slept with him!” Armin hisses.
“I agree with Eren,” Mikasa says. “He’s unattractive.”
Armin rolls his eyes. “That’s because you only like women.”
Mikasa shrugs.
Whatever. He’s still not as attractive as Erwin…
Ugh! Armin needs to stop thinking about him. Now. The man is married to the alpha that broke his best friend’s heart…
“Okay,” Eren suddenly says, straightening up. “They’re far away enough. We can go,” he adds, then gives Falco an apologetic yet nervous look. “They’re… um, old friends. Didn’t want them to see me like this. I look terrible,” he gives as an excuse. It’s a shitty one. Will Falco really believe that?
Falco
Old friends…
Falco knows they’re not just old friends. But he’s not supposed to know that. So he nods, and doesn’t make a show of it. Eren already seems to be far too shaken up by this. God, Falco knew this was a terrible idea. He’s never seen Eren like this. Since when does Eren even hide from people? Eren’s the strongest person he knows. Just how bad were those relationships that Eren feels the need to hide?
He’s gonna need to have a talk about this with Gabi later…
“Actually,” Eren continues, “can you go get Gabi? She should be there to meet with the caterer. She’s the fussy eater of the family…”
Falco nods. “Okay. I will.”
Eren smiles. It looks forced. It looks sad. Falco hates it. “Thank you.”
Falco nods again and walks away from them, knowing just where to find Gabi. She must have met her “fathers” by now and gotten overwhelmed, and went to hide in their old treehouse. Falco will chide her later for going into a half-broken, dangerous makeshift house, but, for now, he has plenty more to discuss with her.
“Gabi!” He calls once he reaches it, waiting for her to come out. The treehouse would definitely not hold the two of them now. “I know you’re here!”
Gabi’s head pokes out. “What do you want?”
“Please come out,” Falco begs, and he hears her grumble something before she finally makes her way out. Falco lets out a sigh of relief.
“What is it?” She asks, looking away.
“The caterer’s here. Eren wants you to come with us,” Falco says. “He knows, by the way. He knows they’re here.”
Gabi freezes. “Did they tell him I invited them?!”
“I don’t think so,” Falco replies. “But Gabi… he was devastated. He’s been crying. You shouldn’t have—”
“I’ve been crying!” Gabi retorts. “All those times you’ve held me because I didn’t have my dad! Every time I fought with Mom and had no one to turn to!”
Falco knows she feels bad, and is lashing out as a result of feeling guilty. He knows Gabi better than anyone. Still, he can’t help but feel hurt. “What about me?”
She looks away. “You know what I mean…”
He does. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. “I think you should tell Eren. I’m sure he’ll understand, and—”
Gabi shoots him a glare. “What makes you so sure?! Are you taking Eren’s side again? Why?! You’re about to get married to me! I did all of this so I—”
“I know, but—”
Wait.
Falco stares. Gabi seems to have realized her words and is now averting her gaze, her cheeks flushed. It doesn’t take too long for Falco to put two and two together. They always talked about eloping, about having a wedding far away from there, just the two of them… and then suddenly Gabi wanted a big wedding here…
“Did you orchestrate this whole wedding so you could invite your dad here?” Falco asks, quietly.
“No…”
“You and your mom look the same when you lie…”
Gabi whips her head towards him, frowning deeply. “I do want to get married! I just thought… I just thought it’d be nice if I could find my dad before I got married, and know where I’m from…”
Falco gently cups her face, leaning his forehead against hers. “You’re from here. You don’t need a father to know who you are or where you’re from. You’re Gabi. And you’re mine.”
Gabi turns beet red, and her scent spikes. “You can’t say things like when we’re about to go to see people! ”
Falco smiles. “We’re getting married. People do expect me to have some sort of effect on you…”
“Still!” She hits his chest, although playfully. “Let’s go see the caterer…”
Falco still feels like they need to talk more about this, about why they’re having this wedding here in the first place if this isn’t what Gabi actually wants. But he knows Eren is waiting, and Gabi looks too flustered now. His fault, technically. So…
“Okay,” he smiles, kissing her cheek. “Let’s go.”
Levi
Where the fuck are Erwin and Hanji? He needs to tell them. Warn them, at the very least. Finding Hanji will be a fucking scavenger hunt, but Erwin—
“Levi!”
Speak of the devil.
“What the hell—”
The words die in Levi’s throat as Erwin seizes him with more urgency than he’s ever seen him with.
“What’s the matter with you?” Levi scowls. “Did you run out of your donkey testicle cream?”
“No. I still have plenty. We need to get divorced. Now.”
Levi blinks. “We are—”
“Legally,” Erwin interrupts. “We need to finalize it.”
Levi frowns. “What’s spurring this on?”
They were always going to do it when the time was right. They’d already been technically divorced. A day after their sham of a wedding, they both decided that this relationship was never going to work. Neither of them were willing to try to make it work, either. There was nothing there to make it work to begin with.
Between Levi mourning what he could have with Eren and Erwin’s unwillingness to compromise with partners — whether it be alphas, or betas and the occasional omega — neither of them stood a chance.
Hanji was the only one successful of the three.
“I met the love of my life,” Erwin declares dreamily.
What the fuck. Levi’s never seen him like this.
“Okay….” Levi starts, staring at Erwin like he’s grown a second head, which he might as well have. “Do they know they’re the love of your life or did you just decide that?”
Erwin looks unphased. “I’m not sure, but I’ll win him. I’ll earn his love. Levi, he’s beautiful and so smart and his eyes….”
Fuck, this island is definitely getting to Erwin. Before Levi even has a chance to get a word in, a stack of papers is being shoved into his chest.
“Sign,” Erwin demands.
Levi quickly flips through it and gives Erwin a bewildered look. “Divorce papers? How fast did you fill this out?”
“I’ve….actually had it ready. I…had it prepared after the wedding.”
Levi arches a brow. “I’d be offended if I wasn’t impressed by your preparedness.”
“Thank you. Now please, sign it and I’ll get it finalized on the mainland by today. I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure.”
“Fuck you, eyebrows.” Levi smiles the slightest, taking the pen that’s offered. He gestures to Erwin to turn around and uses his back to keep the papers steady as he signs and initials on the necessary pages.
And just like that, the sham of a marriage that ruined everything comes to an end.
Erwin takes the papers. “I hope things work out for you.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t give me that look,” Erwin smiles, “you and Eren. There’s a reason you two found your way back to each other.”
Levi squints. “Hanji get to you?”
Erwin shrugs. “Maybe. Or…maybe for the first time in my life I understand what all those silly books and love songs are about. I get why people went to war over it.”
Levi rolls his eyes. “You’re being dramatic. You just met the guy.”
“Tell me you didn’t feel like this the moment you met Eren.”
That effectively silences Levi. When their eyes met, Levi remembers forgetting how to breathe. Nothing else ever came close to it. Levi thought he’d chase that feeling for the rest of his life as punishment for letting the omega go, until their eyes met again just a short while ago. The way he felt… It's as if no time has passed.
“We both have a chance,” Erwin continues, sighing heavily and looking away, “how many times through the years did you want to serve the papers and run back to this island to be with him?”
“It doesn’t matter what I wanted, I never could.”
For fear of Eren no longer being here, lost forever to fading memories or worse, Eren sharing a bed with another man… Levi could never quite bring himself to come back.
“You used to say his name in your sleep.”
Levi’s eyes snap toward Erwin. “How the fuck do you know that? Did you come into my room you freak?”
Erwin rolls his eyes. “No. Don’t make it weird. Your room is dark and dreary, bad for my mood. But you’d say his name. A lot. I’d hear it when I’d walk by. Don’t even get me started when you’d get drunk…”
Levi’s face flushes. “Blame Hanji. That fucker always gets me drunk somehow….”
“Levi,” Erwin gently grasps him by the shoulders, “don’t let this opportunity go by.”
“He fucking hates me,” Levi snaps, “and if I’m Gabi’s father then not only did I abandon my partner, I abandoned my pregnant partner. Christ, I’m Kenny.”
Erwin deadpans. “You’re not Kenny.”
“You’re right, I’m my father. Never knew the fucker, left before I was even born — fuck, I am my father.”
“Levi,” Erwin makes a face, “you’re overreacting. You should—oh. Hi.”
Levi raises an eyebrow and looks behind him to find Gabi. She’s staring at them with that very inquisitive and feral look he’s all too familiar with.
“Can I have a word with you?” She asks.
Erwin and Levi share a look.
“Okay but…” Levi sighs and takes a look at the entrance of the hotel, “farther away from here.”
Without another second to waste, she grabs his hand and yanks him away from Erwin and down the mountain with surprising force.
She is without a doubt a Jaeger.
When she comes to a stop, she lets go and turns, staring at him with such fierce, determined eyes. Eren. “We should spend time together,” she declares, just like that. “That way, I can figure out if you’re my dad.”
He’s somewhat relieved she doesn’t fully resemble anyone but Eren. She does share the odd similarities here and there with him and the two others but, that’s all it is. Speculation and similarities. Nothing concrete. He’s glad.
“I’m not sure it works out that way,” he points out, as gently as he can. Without the other two around, it’s easier to let the tension slip away. Something about Jean’s douche-y face and Marco’s never ending kindness puts him on edge. Or maybe it’s knowing that they’ve seen Eren in ways that Levi wishes only he had. It’s the unsavory alpha possessiveness in him that he’s fought hard to keep at bay, but it still rears its ugly head around now and then.
“But it’s your wedding,” Levi continues, “and I’m a guest. If you want to spend time together…I won’t say no. Come along,” he starts to walk, expecting her to follow, “what do you do on this island for fun?”
“Not much,” she admits. “I have to help out at the hotel a lot.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
Fuck, this is awkward. How the hell does one communicate with others? He’s spent so much time with Hanji and Erwin, he forgets how to communicate with people outside his immediate circle. Those two have a way of reading his mind, making it easier to speak in as little words as possible.
Their friendship had always sort of just been forced on him, he never sought people out. Eren…had been the only person he sought out, really but that had taken its own natural course.
But now? Trying to talk to Gabi? What do you say to your potentially abandoned kid….
“It’s okay,” she shrugs. “But it’s more Mom’s thing.”
Levi hums. Of course it is. It was supposed to be their thing. “He’s always had a knack for this sort of thing. Organizing, running things, bossing people around,” he smiles, looking down at the gravel. He should’ve remembered to pack better. His shoes are not fit for dirt roads or mountains. “When we talked about the hotel, I told him he wouldn’t have to lift a finger. Just sit at the front, boss people around and look pretty…” he trails off, grimacing.
This is probably not what Eren’s kid wants to hear. “Tell me,” he continues, “what is your thing?”
She shrugs, again. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it. It’s not like I can leave, so…”
“Why not?” Levi gives her a look. “That should be in your blood considering the moment he could, your mother took off for the world. What about you and….” fuck, what’s the kid’s name? F….something. Christ. “Falco. You and Falco. Do you two just plan on living here for the rest of your days? Is that what you want?”
Gabi frowns. “We have to. We can’t leave Eren all by himself.”
What if he didn’t have to be all by himself?
God, he can’t say that.
“I suppose not.” This isn’t the kind of thing a kid would worry about if their deadbeat father had stayed around. “With an island like this, he’s never really alone. People are always up your ass and in your business. I think he’d want you to be happy….are you?”
“I’m okay,” Gabi says, a suspicious smile curving her lips. “You’re acting very dad-ly.”
Levi makes a face. Although he can’t deny that for an outsider, he is showing more concern than he typically would for a stranger. But she’s not a stranger, is she?
She’s Eren’s child and regardless of who her father is, Levi would kill to protect anyone within Eren’s circle. Even those friends of his who definitely want him dead.
“Well, I’m merely looking for your best interest. Watch your step,” he instinctively reaches and grabs her arm, steering her gently away from an overgrown root. “Your mother tripped and fell right there. Is not watching where you’re going hereditary or just stubbornness?”
Gabi’s face flushes with embarrassment. “I wasn’t going to trip!”
“He said the same thing, you know what happened next? He fell and scraped his knee,” Levi deadpans, giving her a look. “Denial and stubbornness. I see those traits were definitely passed down.”
“They were not!” Gabi stubbornly says. “I’m not in denial or stubborn…”
“Right….” Levi gives her a pointed look. He comes to a stop near a nice, familiar clearing. Of course he’d subconsciously walk down this way. They always had picnics here. Swallowing hard, he clears his throat and nods ahead. “Marco and horse f— Jean, are in the boat if you want to go see them. They’ll be more interesting than me.”
“Mom would disagree,” Gabi points out. “He loved you, you know. Did you love him?”
Loved.
Levi wants to ask if Eren ever mentioned him but…he doubts it. If Gabi had to search through his diary to find the information, then it’s unlikely.
“You’re a very nosy person,” Levi mumbles, “going through your mother’s shit and now asking me personal questions?” He can’t deny that he finds it amusing though. “Of course I love him. That never changed.”
Gabi frowns. “Then why did you leave? He didn’t mate with anyone else while you were together, you know. You didn’t believe him.”
Yes, he knows.
“We had a misunderstanding.” Levi gives Gabi a look. “I’m not discussing this with you. I’m sure the answers you seek don’t relate to what happened decades ago.”
Things got more complicated than necessary. Between him and Eren, his family, the engagement to Erwin…that’s too much to discuss, and he’s not necessarily sure discussing any of it will serve any purpose.
“I shouldn’t ask this,” he sighs heavily, “do I…still have a chance with him? To fix what happened?”
Gabi’s still frowning. “I thought you were married.”
“What? Oh. Right.” Levi sighs, making a face. “Not really.” How the fuck is he supposed to explain this? “It was a…political alliance, we were never ‘married’. As of today, actually, we’re divorced. You’re the first person I’ve told this to.”
A wedding and a divorce in the same weekend, the universe is ironic.
Gabi gasps. Even dramatically covers her mouth and everything. “You want to get back together with Eren.”
At his age, he shouldn’t be blushing but Levi is certain his face is red. Even the tips of his ears are burning and it’s certainly not sunburn. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. We…have a lot to work out, to discuss but…I do want that, if he does too. We’ll see. You are very nosy, you know.”
Gabi suddenly grabs his arms, staring at him with wide eyes. “Maybe we can get married at the same time!”
“What?” Levi stumbles. “I just said don’t get ahead of yourself. We barely spoke, there’s a lot to work out. I appreciate the enthusiasm but…why am I still talking about this?” He gently pries her hands away. “This is your special day. We should be discussing you.”
She is very effective at diverting the subject. It’s uncanny.
Gabi grimaces. “All everyone does is talk about the wedding, I’m tired of it. Ugh, this is why I wanted to elope…” She grumbles, looking away.
Levi frowns. “Then what the hell is all of this circus for? Why didn’t you just—”
Wait.
Levi squints. “Did you do all of this for a scheme? Gabi.”
Gabi’s face flushes instantly. “I didn’t!” she exclaims, far too quick and far too loud.
“Good lord, you did, ” Levi runs a hand down his face. “I have no right to scold you or chastise you, me and weddings don’t have the best history but…. Gabi. ”
Unfortunately, her little plan had been effective. Whether it was guilt or a delusional fantasy of being near Eren again… he’s back on the island.
She groans. “Ugh, so what?! It’s my wedding, shouldn’t I get what I want?! And I wanted to meet my dad!”
Levi raises a brow. “And inviting three strange men to your wedding was what you wanted?” He hates that he’s somewhat amused by all of this. Her petulance, the sheer stubbornness — it’s so Eren. He wouldn’t be surprised if she stomped her foot. “Alright, detective, how’s your investigation going? Are you closer to the truth?”
“No…” She pouts. “I need to go spend time with the other two.”
“Or…we could do a paternity test,” Levi offers slowly, “unless you enjoy being Sherlock Holmes.”
Gabi frowns. “That’d take too long. I want to know before my wedding.”
Oh, boy.
“Yes, apologies for suggesting something sensible. What is your criteria on figuring out who it is?”
Gabi shrugs, kicking a nearby rock on their path. “Dunno.”
“Then how will you know? Vibes aren’t enough,” he fights back a smile. “Did you think this through at all?”
The answer will be a resounding no.
She doesn’t answer. Or rather, she doesn’t get to answer. They’ve reached the dock and loud cackles are heard all the way where they are. Levi hates that he can already recognize it as Sasha and Connie.
Fuck, he can’t stay in that boat. He has to find other accommodations. There has to be somewhere he can go.
“Hey! Gabi!” Jean waves, motioning for her to come.
“Are you coming?” She asks Levi.
He shakes his head. “No…you go. They’re animals but they’re safe. I need to find my friend. This island won’t survive their chaos.” And he needs to find someplace to sleep that won’t be the boat. “Will you be okay?”
Gabi nods. “I guess I’ll see you later?”
“You will,” Levi smiles, looking over to the boat with mild concern. “Don’t eat or drink anything you’re offered. How long anything has been on that boat is between Jean and god.”
Gabi hums, a knowing smirk curving her lips. “Very fatherly of you….” She sing-songs.
“Don’t look so smug, it’s unbecoming,” he pushes her forward lightly. “Shoo. Your mother would kill me and everyone on this island if anything happened to you.”
And yet, he can’t deny he’s become mildly attached to the brat and her wellbeing.
Fuck.
Gabi
“Gabi!”
It’s now Marco’s turn to wave. She gives Levi one last look before she bolts forward, running towards the boat. She hops onto it with ease and is almost immediately enveloped into a hug by Marco and Jean, who then ruffle her hair and smile widely.
She wouldn’t mind if either of them were her dad, she thinks. But Levi…
She knows he said she can’t tell by vibes alone, but… well. She doesn’t have concrete proof. Maybe she’s just biased because she spent more time with him. Or maybe it’s because she knows what he means to Eren.
Did Levi mean what he said, earlier? Does he truly want to get back with Eren? What if Eren wants that too? Levi said something about how they talked about the hotel, before. Would this mean Levi would stay here? Would he help with the hotel?
If so, this would mean Gabi and Falco could travel the world like they wanted… Eren wouldn’t be alone, anymore.
Falco wouldn’t be able to chastise her anymore for bringing her dads here, either. She’d have fixed a 20-year long misunderstanding and given her mother happily ever after!
“Guys,” Jean suddenly says, wrapping his arm around Gabi’s shoulder. “This is Gabi.”
“Gabi!” A woman exclaims, grabbing her hands. “We’re so excited to meet you! Will there be meat at your wedding?”
Gabi blinks. “Uh…”
“Excuse Sasha,” another man says, “Have you figured out who your dad is yet? You should choose Jean!”
“Ignore dumb and dumber,” Jean clears his throat, giving the odd people a look, “they haven’t been socialized.”
“I like them,” Marco smiles. “Very spontaneous.”
“Our Jean-bo would be the best dad,” the bald guy continues nonchalantly, throwing an arm around Jean’s shoulders, “I’m Connie. I’d be Uncle Connie, obviously.”
Sasha cackles. “No one’s calling you Uncle! So, meat?”
“Want a tour of the boat?” Jean offers, once again completely ignoring the other two.
Gabi nods. “Yeah!”
“It’s a very nice boat,” Marco notes.
A look passes between Jean and Marco. But it’s quick and soon enough, and Jean is guiding Gabi away from the crazy people.
“I could teach you to sail,” he offers, grinning and lifting one of the lines carefully to guide Gabi to the other end of the boat. “Nothing beats being in the middle of the ocean when you wanna get away from everything. Like,” he nudges her, winking, “annoying husbands.”
Gabi frowns. “If I’m in the middle of the ocean, Falco would be there with me.”
“Boy, you two have a really secure relationship, huh?” Jean nods slowly. “Good, good. That’s nice. That’s all a father could want,” he ruffles her hair again and pulls open a hatch. “All my finest treasures are here. If you wanna go for a dip, I’ve got gear. I’ve actually got something for you.”
Gabi widens her eyes excitedly. “Really?”
“Yeah. Come. We can join the others after. I’m sure they’ve got a ton of embarrassing stories to tell…” he slips below deck and gently takes her hand. “Watch your step, been meaning to fix the janky ass ladder but…life.” He slips past a bunch of clutter and stops by a makeshift bed, pulling out what looks like a big, worn out sketchbook.
“I know it’s not your wedding yet, but consider this a gift. No idea if you or your guy are much of an artist but…” he starts flipping through the pages, “anywhere I’ve been, I tried to bring a piece of it back with me. I drew people, foods, houses, landmarks…anything. I want you to have it and fill the rest of the pages with your adventures…” he stops on the last page he had drawn and sketched out a picture of Gabi. “Needs work,” he scratches his head nervously, “but I was…motivated I guess. I’ll do something better for you and your guy.”
“Wow…” Gabi mumbles, speechless. She flips through the pages again, wanting to see more of the drawings. “You’re really talented… are you an artist?”
There’s a light flush to Jean’s face and he laughs awkwardly. “You could say that. I’ve sold here and there, nothing too fancy schmancy. Parents wanted me to be a doctor so I…ran away and did the normal thing. Lived in a box for a week. Wouldn’t recommend, do not do that. But…” he shrugs, “not a bad life. I’ve seen a lot. Even more to see.”
Gabi stares at the drawings with envy. Ever since she was little, she’s been wanting to see the world. She definitely shares that with Jean. Wait. Maybe he is her father…
“Apparently Grandpa wanted Mom to be a doctor too,” Gabi says. “I’ve never met him.”
“I think I remember him mentioning the dude,” Jean mumbles, squinting as if that’ll help jog the memory, “sounded like a real douche. What about you?” He nods his head at the sketchbook. “You wanna see the world or stay in this piece of paradise?”
“Paradise?” She snorts. “This is not paradise.”
“Huh? Really? It’s pretty nice out here. The air is so fresh I can smell next week,” Jean laughs and eyes Gabi, “you don’t like it here?”
Gabi shrugs. “I’ve been here all my life. It doesn’t feel… special to me.”
“That’s the best part about travel, you can make anywhere special,” Jean smiles, “you got any plans for after the wedding?”
“Not really,” Gabi admits. “I can’t leave for too long, so…”
“Why not?” Jean looks scandalized. “That’s the best part about putting up with a wedding, the honeymoon! Oh, and marrying the person you love, of course.”
“Are you married?”
If so, she hopes it’s not to Connie or Sasha…
“Huh? Hell no. I’m a free man….not that there’s anything wrong with being married of course,” he adds quickly and then shrugs, “never happened for me, you know? I thought it’d be nice to have someone to share this with but…hasn’t happened for me yet…not too late though. I’m not that old.”
Gabi snorts. “You are, though. You’re middle-aged.”
“That’s really cruel. You might actually be my kid,” Jean narrows his eyes at her, “good. Be mean. No one will mess with your shit when you’re mean. That guy of yours treat you right?”
“Yes,” Gabi says. “His name is Falco, you know.”
She’s definitely said his name earlier, too…
“Right, Floco.” Floco?! “Great dude. But you know, all men are pigs and whatever and if you ever need…” he shrugs, “a place to crash or he’s being an idiot, you could come to me. If you want. You know? I’m a great listener.”
Gabi smirks. “Very… fatherly of you.”
“I try,” Jean grins. “I can be father material. I wasn’t much…boyfriend material,” he makes a face, “but I can be. It’ll be an adjustment period but…I’m glad you reached out.”
Gabi smiles. “Me too.”
“Uh, hey, Jean?” Marco pokes his head down the hatch. “Sasha dared Connie to do something that I really don’t think he should be doing? Doesn’t seem safe.” Then he smiles brightly at Gabi. “Hi. Sorry to interrupt this.”
“Crap, those two are a liability.” Jean hurriedly rushes up the steps.
“You two having fun?” Marco asks, looking at the sketchbook in Gabi’s hands.
“Mhm,” Gabi nods, handing him the sketchbook. “Have you seen this? Jean is really talented.”
“He showed me…” Marco nervously flips through the pages, stroking the paper gently as if he’s holding a newborn. “He was really scared about giving it to you. Thought you’d find it silly.” He smiles, handing it back to her. “How’s your search going?”
“It’s going,” she smiles, though maybe she shouldn’t. After this interaction with Jean, she’s even less convinced of who her dad is. Statistically speaking she knows it’s probably Levi, but she shares a lot with Jean too…
“That tells me you’re nowhere close to discovering the answer,” Marco chuckles and shrugs. “That’s fine. You’ll figure it out. I know you will. Wanna come up? Sasha tells really funny stories. I can make you something to eat when we return. The kitchen ladies are really nice. I…wouldn’t trust the food here. No offense to Jean.”
Gabi snorts. “Levi said that too.”
“He’s right,” Marco whispers, “Jean’s lovely but I think he forgets not all of us are built for the adventuring life with instant meals that expired three months ago…you know?”
Gabi grimaces. “Maybe that’s why Sasha asked about the meat…”
“It’s all she talks about,” Marco chuckles, “about the meat. I don’t think she even remembers whose wedding it is, just that there’ll be food. I told her I bake and now she won’t stop begging me to make her something with ‘tons of chocolate’.”
Gabi gasps. “You bake? I bake too!”
Marco’s eyes practically glow in the dark from excitement. “No kidding! I have a recipe book somewhere in my belongings. You can have it if you’d like. What’s your favorite thing to make?”
Gabi grins. “I really like cake!”
“Mine too,” Marco smiles, “I make really good brownies. Hey, maybe I can make some for the wedding.”
“You should!” Gabi gasps again, grabbing Marco’s arm. “Maybe we can make them together!”
Marco looks like he’s about to cry, his bottom lip wobbling and everything. “I would love that Gabi, I’d be honored to bake with you!”
That’s when Jean comes back, eyeing them curiously. “What’s gotten into you?”
“We’re going to bake together!” Marco declares happily. “Do you want to help? You can be our sous-chef…sous-baker!”
Jean makes a face. “I don’t cook. I’ve got the instant meal life going well for me.”
“That’s not very healthy,” Marco frowns and smiles at Gabi. “I’d be happy to help out with the meals for the wedding.” He gives Jean a look. “It’ll be great and I’ll show you that nothing beats homemade meals.”
As much as Gabi wants that, she realizes that if Marco is too involved in the wedding, then Eren will know, and… Gabi’s mood sours.
“Hey,” Jean says, placing a hand on her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she grumbles. “Just wondering how I can make this happen without Mom knowing…”
Marco hums, tapping his chin. “I…kinda got friendly with the kitchen ladies. I can use the kitchen later tonight and have things pre-prepared! I promise, I won’t be seen. I’m very sneaky. And then we can meet tomorrow to bake the brownies!”
“Okay,” Gabi grins. “Let’s do that!”
Jean doesn’t look very convinced but he smiles, nodding. “You know what? I can be the lookout.”
“Yes!” Gabi nods. “You can distract Eren if he comes!”
“I’m very good at being a distraction,” Jean grins. “He finds me very annoying. I’m sure he’ll avoid approaching if he sees me.”
“I know,” Gabi says. “He said you were annoying in his diary.”
Jean’s mouth falls open. “That’s extremely uncalled for. I was a goddamn delight. I listened to him whine about that short man! I did a goddamn public service.”
Marco clears his throat. “Don’t be rude. That short man is one third of Gabi’s father…”
“I don’t know if he wants to be,” Gabi admits, staring down at her feet. She doesn’t know why that bothers her, she barely knows the man. Still…
“What?” Marco seems scandalized by that. “Anyone would be lucky to be related to you. I don’t know him, I actually…don’t know anyone here, but… Levi seems to have a hard time expressing himself.” He smiles, gently patting Gabi’s shoulder. “But I can tell he’s protective of you.”
“All of us are,” Jean admits quietly.
Gabi smiles. Maybe she had this all wrong. Maybe trying to figure out which dad is hers isn’t the answer.
Maybe having three dads wouldn’t be the worst…
Notes:
who do you guys think the father is? 🤭
Chapter Text
Eren
Night rolls around faster than Eren expected, and that means his impromptu drinking session with the three men who could be Gabi’s father is coming dangerously close to happening.
He’s not ready. At all.
But…
“You’re dressing up too nice,” Mikasa notes, pulling at Eren’s shirt. “Change.”
Eren rolls his eyes, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he fixes his hair. “I’m not! I just want to look decent. I’ve embarrassed myself in front of them earlier already.”
From the bed, Armin hums. “And you’re sure it’s not for a certain alpha?”
Eren’s face flushes to a deep red and he has to stop standing in front of the mirror, because, frankly, he doesn’t want to see or acknowledge how he’s still blushing for Levi Ackerman.
“No,” Eren replies. “He’s married, remember? To someone you clearly have the hots for…”
It’s Armin’s turn to blush. “I do not!”
Eren snorts. “I saw you earlier when we were with him. Smelled you, too.”
Mikasa comes out of the closet with a worn out baggy shirt with paint stains Eren’s definitely not wearing out tonight. “Wear this.”
“No!” Eren groans, taking the shirt and throwing it back where it came from. “What I’m wearing is fine, Mikasa! It’s not like I’m going there naked. Besides, I won’t be alone with Levi. Marco and Jean will be there.”
Mikasa frowns. “And me and Armin.”
“Oh no no,” Eren shakes his head. “You two are not coming.”
Mikasa crosses her arms. “What?”
“You don’t need to be there!” Eren insists. “I’ll be fine.”
“You were crying earlier,” Mikasa points out.
Eren grimaces. “Because I got stupid and got my hopes up! I won’t make that mistake again. I’ll be fine,” Eren repeats, although, if he’s being truthful, even he’s not entirely sure he will be.
“Eren,” Mikasa says, her face dark.
“Mikasa.”
“I—”
Whatever she’s about to say gets interrupted by Eren’s bedroom doors flinging open. Gabi’s suddenly in the room, her pajamas on and sleeping mask on her forehead.
“Mom! Have you seen—” She stops, staring at Eren. A smug grin curves her lips. “Wow, Mom, are you going on a date?”
“No!” Eren denies. This will do nothing to help the conversation. “I’m just going out for drinks. With old friends.”
“Plural?” Gabi asks, suddenly grimacing. “Ah.”
Weird.
“What’s the matter with you?” Eren asks, pinching her cheek. “Since when do you want me to go on a date?”
“I dunno,” she shrugs, swatting Eren’s hand away. “I thought… maybe it’d be nice if you had someone, for the wedding. You know… so you don’t dance alone.”
Oh…
“I’ll dance with him,” Mikasa declares.
Gabi snorts. “Of course you will. Will there be some dancing tonight ? With your old friends.”
Eren doesn’t like the way she said that. But he doesn’t comment on it, because his traitorous mind flashes to memories of him dancing with Levi, who, for having two left feet, danced very sensually with him that one night the week before he left…
Eren shakes his head. This does nothing to help the obvious flush to his cheeks.
“There will be no dancing,” Eren shakes his head. “Now, what did you want? I have to go.”
“I was searching for Falco,” Gabi says, shifting on her feet. “Have you seen him?”
“Not since we were with the caterer,” Eren replies.
“I’ll go look for him,” Armin suggests, coming off the bed. He grabs Mikasa’s arm, dragging her towards the door. “I’m taking her with me.”
“But Eren—”
“Will be fine!” Eren insists, silently thanking Armin with a nod. Armin nods back. “You should go back to your room,” he tells Gabi, gently rubbing her arm. “He might already be back there.”
“Okay,” Gabi nods, “Night, Mom.”
Eren smiles. “Goodnight.”
Oh, how he hopes it won’t be a disaster.
Eren’s the last one who arrives at the bar. It was on purpose, because even if Eren insisted multiple times that he’d be just fine, he knows he definitely wouldn’t have been if he and Levi arrived first and had been left alone to wait for Marco and Jean.
As much as Eren really doesn’t like the idea of the three of them spending time together, he needs Marco and Jean as a buffer. Otherwise, who knows what he’ll do. He’s equally afraid of doing something drastic like grabbing Levi and kissing him or screaming at him for bringing his husband here.
He needs to do neither.
So he takes a deep breath, and approaches the trio. Marco is the one who sees him first, and immediately gives up his seat — in between Levi and Jean — to go sit on the other side of the beta.
Which leaves Eren… right beside Levi. Fuck.
“Took your sweet ass time,” Jean remarks, “got you a drink.”
“You look lovely,” Marco smiles, “your hair is longer. It suits you.”
Levi’s silent but his eyes stay on Eren the entire time. His glass is empty. They must’ve already started drinking.
Eren sits down, and inhales deeply. It’s a mistake. All he can smell is Levi. Eren initially had told himself he would only order drinks without alcohol, but he doesn’t stop himself from grabbing the drink set out for him and taking one very large gulp. It’s a shock he doesn’t actually down it.
“Thank you,” he finally tells Marco. “I honestly just… didn’t have the time to cut it.”
“Don’t!” Marco gasps. “It’s so pretty.”
“Ugh, I’m bored,” Jean groans, “is there anything to do on this island? I’ve had 3 old ladies try to set me up with their daughters. One lady tried to set me up with her deadbeat son. What do people do here for fun, bet on goat races?”
“They’re very competitive,” Marco remarks quietly.
Levi shifts beside Eren, sighing and eyeing Eren’s glass. “Drink slowly. You know you can’t hold your liquor…”
“Don’t be such a snooze fest,” Jean throws a peanut at Levi. “This is supposed to be a fun reunion, gramps.”
“And I can hold my liquor now, also,” Eren says, and downs his drink to prove it. “Things have changed since you left.”
Eren can’t help the bite those words have.
Jean cackles. “No you can’t!”
“Who cares? I want to get drunk tonight!” Marco declares loudly, his face bright red as he stands. “Another round!”
Levi looks miserable as his glass is refilled. Why? Did he have a fight with his stupid husband before coming here? Oh, Eren hopes he did… which is a shitty thing to hope for, but whatever.
“Good,” Marco grabs his glass, wobbling as he holds up. “We should toast to…uh, health and stuff. Yeah! Health and friendship!”
“Is it still friendship if we’ve all indirectly slept with each other?” Jean mumbles and chokes on his drink when Marco smacks his arm.
Eren blinks. “How do you know about that?”
“He’s drunk,” Levi hisses, giving Jean a look. “Very drunk. He’s clearing out the damn bar, aren’t you Kirschtein?”
“Yes, I’m…drinking too much,” Jean nods solemnly. “Toast! Marco’s right, let’s do a toast.”
Marco nearly falls as he clinks his glass with Jean’s and stretches over to forcibly clink his glass with Levi’s, who makes no move to help.
Eren frowns. Does this mean they talked about him? They must have, if they all figured out they slept with him. Maybe after he left the goat house? Jean might’ve asked Marco and Levi how they knew him, and one thing led to another… Still. Eren has a very hard time seeing Levi partaking in such a discussion. Or maybe he just said they used to date and Jean came to the conclusion on his own…
Eren shrinks in his seat. Spending time with the three of them was already going to be hard enough, but now he has to sit here while they all know about each other? Maybe that was inevitable, but still…
Eren watches Levi from the corner of his eye, and shrinks even more. How did Levi react, when he learned? Well, he must not care that much if he’s here, drinking with them.
Of course he doesn’t care. They dated over 20 years ago, for only one month. What’s it to Levi who else Eren slept with? He’s married.
Fuck.
Maybe he should’ve let Mikasa and Armin come…
“Eren,” Levi’s voice breaks through Eren’s thoughts and the background noise of Marco and Jean bickering about something silly like the little umbrellas in drinks or whatever. “If this is too much,” he starts, “we don’t have to continue. They’re already giving me a headache,” he pointedly stares at the other two before his eyes meet Eren’s, “you don’t look well. Do you want to stop?”
Yes.
Eren wants to leave. But he’s stronger than that, so he shakes his head. “I’m fine,” he lies. Maybe if he says it often enough, it’ll become true. He takes another large gulp of his drink, now refilled, and focuses on how his throat burns.
“You’re still a terrible liar,” Levi whispers, suddenly closer than he was before. “The tips of your ears still get red when you lie. I guess not everything changed.”
Eren almost wants to point out that if his lies are so obvious , then Levi should’ve believed him all those years ago when he told him he didn’t mate with another alpha. Would it even matter now? Would Levi finally believe him?
“I love it here,” Marco slurs, halfway out of his seat and over the bar. “I want to stay! I want to go for a swim every day and be spontaneous!”
“Simmer down,” Jean groans, yanking Marco back in his chair. “You forget about all the bugs you’d have to deal with…”
“We also can’t flush toilet paper,” Eren says, welcoming the subject change. “I still forget sometimes. Horrible.”
“What?” Jean groans. “Fuck that. I have been and no one’s knocked my door down. Total scam.”
“You’re bad,” Marco giggles, smacking Jean’s arm. A very audible groan comes from Levi. “I like bad boys.”
“O-oh,” Jean coughs and chugs his drink too aggressively, “more, need more. Yeah.”
“I could go for more,” Levi mumbles. The bartender gives them all an odd look but smiles and pours them all another round.
“So,” Jean clears his throat, eyeing Eren, “do you enjoy island life, Tarzan?”
Eren deadpans. “I’m going to go cut my hair right now.”
“No!” Marco shouts dramatically. “It’s beautiful!”
“Marco, my eardrums,” Jean once again shoves Marco back into his seat.
“It is pretty,” Levi remarks quietly, resting his cheek against his hand as he eyes Eren. “Ignore him. Someone who looks like a horse shouldn’t talk.”
“What?!”
Eren barely registers Jean’s shriek. He stares at Levi like a bumbling fool, his cheeks probably pink.
Levi thinks it’s pretty?
Levi’s smiling, and as if no time has passed, he reaches out and tucks strands of hair behind Eren’s ear like he used to. When it looks like he realizes what he’s done, he freezes and slowly withdraws his hand, immediately going for his drink.
What was that…
“I don’t look like a damn horse,” Jean’s still grumbling while Marco giggles and pats his arm, mumbling horsie under his breath.
Eren still stares at Levi, and his chest feels… tight. Why did Levi do that? Habit? No. It’s been over 20 years. Then why?
Oh no, Eren is getting his hopes up again…
“Your hair was…going to fall into your drink,” Levi explains slowly, looking away.
“Smooth,” Jean snorts unhelpfully.
Levi shoots him a glare but otherwise avoids Eren’s eyes. His face is a bright shade of red. It’s almost concerning how red it is.
Eren knows that look. Intimately. Levi was the same when they first started dating. And his scent is so… welcoming, too. There’s an edge to it Eren doesn’t recognize, but…
Could it be that Levi still feels something for him? What about his husband?
Well. Levi got in a relationship with him when he was still engaged… Erwin didn’t stop him before, why would it now?
Ugh, this is wrong. Eren’s heart shouldn’t leap out of his chest like this, but it does. That’s when he stares down at Levi’s hands, and… no ring. Now that he thinks about it, Erwin wasn’t wearing one either…
“Jean!” Marco suddenly exclaims, grabbing onto him. “Do you want to dance? Let’s go dance!”
“What? No! I don’t wanna— ow!” Jean gets yanked out of his seat with surprising force and suddenly he’s pulled away from the bar the moment the band starts playing music.
This leaves just the two of them.
Fuck.
“Thank god, I can hear myself think without all that damn neighing,” Levi mumbles under his breath, sipping from his drink. He glances back toward the other two before his eyes land back on Eren. The flush returns to his face and he averts his gaze back to his drink. “Is this going how you expected?”
“Not really,” Eren admits, staring at his own drink.
“How did you expect this to go?” Levi absently swirls his drink in the glass. “Less chaos? More chaos? We could call those two back if you want more chaos.”
Oh. He’s teasing. There’s a small smile on his face.
Eren chuckles. “I think there’s been enough chaos…” He pauses, staring at his drink again. “I always preferred when it was just the two of us…”
Dangerous thing to say. Probably shouldn’t have said that.
Levi hums, taking a sip of his drink. “I did too,” he admits, his eyes only briefly meeting Eren’s. “I still do.”
“Oh…”
This does nothing to help his poor heart.
“I’m making this worse, aren’t I?” Levi muses, setting his glass down and turning to face Eren. “I’m trying not to. But it’s really hard. You’re still…you and I’m still me.”
What does that mean?
“You’re not wearing a ring,” Eren decides to say. He’s not sure why. “Sorry,” he immediately adds. “Now I’m making this worse…”
“I haven’t ever worn a ring.” Levi immediately says. “I wore it on the day of the wedding before we both decided we hated it.” There’s a pause. “I’m divorced. I…thought you should know. Do what you will with that information.”
Divorced?
Eren frowns. “Then why is Erwin here?”
“Try being fake-married with someone for 20 years,” Levi grimaces, “the guy kind of ends up your friend. Hanji and him wanted to tag along and…I guess I needed the emotional support in case this backfired in my face. I need someone to tell me it’s a bad idea to jump off a cliff…” he mumbles, “well, he told me he found the love of his life so, good for him. This island gets to everyone…”
This… is a lot to process. Eren knew the marriage had been arranged, obviously — otherwise he never would have agreed to date a man who was already in a relationship — but he thought… maybe, somewhere along the way, Levi might’ve fallen in love with Erwin. Doesn’t fake dating always end like that in movies?
Well, not like this is a movie, but…
Still.
“Wait, the love of his life?” Eren narrows his brows. “Who?”
Armin’s not gonna like this…
“I think one of your friends? The blond…Armin?” Levi shrugs. “They made eye contact or something and for the first time in his life, Erwin probably realized he has a dick. Kudos to them. Unless Armin’s not single, in which case he’s gonna rack up his fucking credit card with dumb purchases to fill the hole in his heart.”
Eren snorts. “No need. Armin will like that.”
“Oh? Perfect. Then this island really does have some fucking magic because what are the odds…” Levi sips from his drink and gives Eren a look. “Think there’d be any of that magic left for us?”
Time stops, Eren is convinced. He can’t even hear the music anymore. He just stares, longingly, hoping he didn’t imagine what Levi said. Eren knows he told Armin and Mikasa he wouldn’t make the same mistake of getting his hopes up, but… fuck how can he not? When Levi’s saying things like this…
“Levi, I…”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Armin and Mikasa suddenly arrive out of seemingly nowhere, looking more ashen and worried than Eren’s ever seen them.
“We can’t find Falco,” Armin says, breathing heavily.
“We searched everywhere,” Mikasa adds. Even she’s out of breath.
Fuck.
Levi
“What happened?” Jean rushes over, Marco in tow. Both of them have sobered up.
“Someone’s lost,” Levi quickly says, before either of these drunken fools give anything away. Jean can’t seem to keep his mouth shut about things they’re not supposed to know.
“We can help you do another search,” Levi adds.
“We don’t need your help—” Mikasa starts.
“Yes you do,” Levi snaps. “Someone’s lost. Put your personal feelings aside.”
“We’ll help,” Jean quickly adds, sharing a look with Levi. The groom of their currently shared kid is missing, they’ll all need to cooperate. “Marco? You sober enough to help?”
“Of course!” Marco rushes out to say, stepping forward. “I’m fine. I wasn’t even that drunk. We can split up. Jean and I don’t know the island very well so…” he smiles nervously at Mikasa, “you and I can search.”
Jean nods at Armin. “Armin, right? You and me.”
Armin looks away and shrugs. “Whatever. Fine. That’s fine.”
Levi ignores whatever the fuck that is and turns to Eren. “No one knows this place better than you and me. Remember the caves and ditches by the south side of the island? We’ll start there. People would fall there all the time because they underestimated how steep it was. Are you feeling okay to go on a search?”
Eren nods. “Yes. I told you, I can handle my liquor now…” he adds, his cheeks slightly pink.
“That’s not what I meant…” Levi murmurs gently.
Their conversation had been….heavy, to say the least. And Levi still doesn’t know what Eren’s answer to his question would be. Is he a fool, for hoping Eren might want the same? Fuck, probably. Levi abandoned a pregnant Eren here 20 years ago over a stupid misunderstanding. Why the fuck would Eren want anything to do with him now? Granted, Levi didn’t know about the pregnant part, but still. He wouldn’t be surprised if Eren never forgave him.
“Eren, are you sure?” Mikasa interrupts impatiently, staring between them. Hell, she really does think he’s the devil incarnate.
“We don’t have time for this,” Jean sighs. “There’s a lot of island to search. We should get going.”
“He’s right Mikasa,” Armin adds quietly, patting her arm and slipping away with Jean.
Mikasa sighs heavily and nods, giving Eren one final worried look before motioning for Marco to follow.
That leaves the two of them alone once more. At least this search gives them something to focus on. Levi grabs his jacket off the chair and pulls out a flashlight from one of the pockets. This island has taught him to be prepared. Flicking it on, he drapes his jacket over Eren’s shoulders.
“It gets cold, you’re not really dressed for search and rescue.”
Eren blushes, pulling the jacket closer to his body. “Thank you…”
He’s beautiful. Levi’s not sure why he thought this was a smart idea. How is he supposed to focus on the search when he can’t bear to look away from Eren?
The only thing keeping him focused is the fact that the boy lost is the damn groom and if something were to happen to him, he’s sure Gabi would be very displeased.
“Watch your step,” he gently takes Eren’s hand, pulling him closer. What a sense of deja vu. Just a few hours prior, he’d said the same words to Gabi who, despite her stubborn refusal, would’ve face planted into the dirt.
“We should check the beaches next,” Levi continues. “Does the boy know the island well enough?”
“The boy,” Eren snorts. “Yes. He’s lived here his whole life,” he adds. “Well, he lived on the mainland for a few months, and Gab—” Eren stops, clearing his throat. “Anyway. He knows the island.”
So they likely grew up together. Levi smiles at the thought. Friends to something more. It’s sweet. Better than he could’ve hoped for.
“Good,” Levi clears his throat, “then he wouldn’t have made an idiotic mistake and fallen to his death but…better to check the ditches anyway. You never know. It sounds like you know him well?”
He imagines so. But he still wants to know what Eren thinks of the groom.
“Yes,” Eren says. “He… helps with the hotel. Good influence on… people.” Cryptic.
If Levi was a complete stranger, he would’ve read into that completely differently. But he also can’t outright ask Eren for more details without compromising Gabi’s trust and also scaring Eren away.
“That’s good,” he chooses to say, “I’m glad you have people around you. You never were someone who tolerated being alone for long…”
The amount of times Eren would come searching for him through the farmhouse, dramatically declaring he’d been left alone for too long. One of the many things that made Levi fond, Eren’s need for attention and the shameless way he went about to get it.
“I was young!” Eren defends himself, as if he has to. “I’m better now…”
“I never said it was a bad thing,” Levi says, giving Eren a look. “I thought it was sweet. It felt good to be wanted.”
And to be wanted by someone like Eren….nothing could ever match up to it.
“Oh…” Eren mumbles, his cheeks turning pink. He averts his gaze, then adds, “I’m not actually really better now…”
Levi smiles, watching Eren. He really should watch where he’s going. Face planting into the dirt would single-handedly ruin any chance he has with Eren.
“Oh? Well I could’ve told you that,” he teases. “Running a hotel suits you. You’re never fully alone…which I’m sure comes with its own downsides.”
Eren groans and rolls his eyes. “Yes. Some guests are… unruly.”
Protectiveness surges through Levi. He knows it’s not his place, Eren isn’t his omega and he’s done fine for himself for 20 years, and yet…
This is his omega. No amount of time lost and misunderstandings will change that.
“I know you don’t need me but,” Levi looks over to Eren, “I’m here if you need help handling anyone unruly. I’m still very capable of breaking noses…if you need me to.”
Eren eyes him curiously. “It sounds like you plan on staying.”
“If you want me to.” In a heartbeat he would. “I want to. Stay, I mean. It sounds like you have your hands full running the hotel and dealing with…unruly guests. I’m sure you could find use for me…” he looks over to Eren, “would you like that?”
At times like these, he wishes he could read minds. Eren is staring at him, silent, and Levi doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. His scent definitely isn’t sour, so that’s a good sign, but… Was Levi too forward? Maybe they should’ve discussed them before he went and said he wanted to stay… Fuck. Well, too late now.
Either way, he doesn’t get to hear Eren’s answer. Suddenly Mikasa and Marco are just there, which is stupid, because they could’ve covered more ground if they split up. But with the way Mikasa’s looking at him… he’s not surprised she caught up with them. Her scent is overpowering, and screams back off.
“What are you doing here?” Eren asks her. “You were supposed to go the other way.”
“You said your heat is coming soon. You shouldn’t be alone,” she states.
Eren frowns. “I’m not alone. And it’s not even for another month. I’m fine.”
Mikasa gives Levi a pointed look. It very much smells like she’d prefer he’d be actually alone instead of with him.
How irritating. But he can’t blame her either. He’d rather she take no chances when it comes to Eren’s safety. At least he knows for certain that Eren’s had people willing to protect him all these years.
But he’s also not going to back off because another alpha is near. Mikasa or not. He’s sure his scent is slipping out of his control, judging by the look on Marco’s face as he stares between Levi and Mikasa. She’s challenging him, and if it wasn’t for the years he spent practicing self-control for fear of being a detestable alpha, he’s sure he would’ve tried to kill her by now.
Thankfully, Marco breaks the tension with a small laugh. He slips closer to Eren and away from Mikasa, putting a buffer between him and the other alpha. It’s for the best.
“A month you said?” Marco speaks up, with a nervous smile. “So is mine. What are the odds! Any luck finding Falco? Tracks?”
“No,” Eren shakes his head, moving closer to Levi. Mikasa squints. “Nothing.”
Satisfaction blooms in Levi’s chest and he tries not to show it on his face. His omega wants to be near him, his omega chose—
Nope.
Not doing that.
Inhaling deeply through his mouth to avoid taking in Eren’s scent, he comes to a stop when they reach the beach.
“We should ask the workers on the dock,” Levi says. “Someone might’ve seen something.”
“Is anyone still out at this hour?” Eren asks. “I don’t see anyone…”
“There’s always someone,” Levi takes another look toward the docks, “people here love nothing more than to watch and gossip. You’ll see…”
They don’t walk much farther before Levi spots a fisherman, cleaning out buckets and nets from his boat.
“You were right!” Marco whispers excitedly and waves. “Hello good sir!”
The sudden noise makes the poor old man drop the buckets. He looks toward the group suspiciously.
“I recognize him,” Mikasa mumbles, “he brings fresh fish to the hotel,” she approaches the man with Marco. Levi gently takes Eren’s hand and holds him back.
“I’m sorry,” Levi whispers quickly, “I don’t know if what I said about staying made you uncomfortable and I know now’s not the time to talk about this,” he hurriedly glances over to Marco and Mikasa who are explaining the situation to the fisherman, “But I want to talk about us. When Falco is found. Can we…do that? Please?”
Eren smiles, gently interlacing their fingers together. “Yes.”
What a sweet smile. Levi’s sure his heart stops and he completely forgets what he was about to say. The overwhelming need to kiss Eren is the only thing he can focus on.
“I—”
“Guys!” Marco rushes over, as always doing a fantastic job of dispelling whatever tension is in the air. “The fisherman spotted Falco with a big guy with giant eyebrows and a crazy woman on the afternoon ferry!”
Crazy woman?
Oh.
“That sounds like Hanji and Erwin,” Levi mumbles, ignoring the look Mikasa is giving them. He won’t drop Eren’s hand, not unless Eren does. He let go of him once, he’s not making that mistake again. “If they haven’t come back then they probably missed the ferry back. We can get to them with Jean’s boat.”
“Why would Falco be with Hanji and Erwin?” Eren asks, brows narrowed.
“Guess we’ll ask them when we see them. Erwin was going to the mainland today…” he trails off and clears his throat, “he needed something…to be mailed.” He doesn’t want to mention any of the divorce shit in front of Mikasa. “Hanji probably went with him and Falco,” he shrugs, “no idea.”
Possibly something to do with the wedding, but he won’t breathe a word of that.
“Weird,” Eren mumbles, before he turns to Mikasa. “Can you go tell Ga—” he stops, clearing his throat. “Can you go tell Falco’s partner we found out where he is? She must be worried sick. We’ll go get Falco back.”
Mikasa frowns. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”
“I’m not alone!” Eren insists. “Only you know who to find anyway. It has to be you.”
“You could come with me,” Mikasa suggests.
Marco looks like he wants to cry but once again, he laughs awkwardly and claps his hands. “I’ll go with them! Mikasa, can I call you Mikasa? You should let Armin and Jean know too. You’ll probably see them on your way back!”
What a diplomatic answer. Levi would’ve just said fuck no and that would’ve certainly caused an argument.
Mikasa hums. “You’re not leaving without Armin.”
Eren rolls his eyes. “Fine.”
Levi bites back any remarks he has until she’s out of earshot. “Does she think I’m going to have my way with you on the boat?” He snaps, making Marco flinch.
“She’s just concerned,” Marco offers gently and smiles at Eren. “She really cares for you. It’s very touching.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” Levi grumbles, “what does she want from me? To be muzzled and cuffed?”
Marco chokes on air.
Eren snorts. “She plans on killing you. And Erwin. And Hanji, too, actually…”
Levi almost growls. “I’d like to see her try. I hope she tries.”
“Please,” Marco whispers weakly, “no murder. That’ll make it very hard to—” he clears his throat. “Be…present. You know. For people that you might want to be present for.”
Christ. He’s just as bad as Jean. Levi focuses on Eren’s hand instead. He has to remind himself that as far as Mikasa and Armin know, he abandoned their friend and left him to fend for himself and his newborn. Their apprehension of him makes sense.
Still, he hates himself enough. He doesn’t need her reminding him.
“Okay.” Levi inhales deeply and nods. “We should wait by Jean’s boat.”
“Or we could just go to the mainland now…” Eren suggests. “I know how to sail his boat.”
Marco squeaks. “You want to steal his boat?!”
“I like that,” Levi smiles. “Very bold. But….” He trails off, frowning, “how do you know how to sail his boat?”
Eren gives him a knowing look. “I needed something to do after you were gone.”
Ouch.
“I see.”
“That’s perfect!” Marco claps his hands, laughing way too loudly. “Let’s go!” He rushes away from the two of them. It doesn’t take recognizing scents to know that between him and Mikasa, Marco’s senses are probably fried.
Jean’s boat is docked near the pier.
“Sasha and Connie aren’t here,” Levi muses. “At least it’ll be quiet.”
“Maybe we should wait…” Marco suggests. “I feel like we’re stealing their home…”
“Who’s Sasha and Connie?” Eren asks.
“Jean’s best friends,” Marco replies.
Eren shrugs. “Mikasa might not even find Jean and Armin. The island’s big, you know. I say we go now.”
Marco frowns. “I think one of us should stay behind to let them know. Jean will want to know what happened to his boat….”
“Thanks for offering,” Levi pats Marco on the shoulder. “You’re very helpful.”
“Oh uh…” Marco laughs and looks at Eren. “I guess? Does that work for you? Will you two be okay in the middle of the ocean?”
“Yes,” Eren and Levi reply in unison.
Marco stares at them and then smiles awkwardly. “Mikasa might try to kill me if she finds out I let you two run off alone…”
“Tell her we ditched you,” Levi offers and takes Eren’s hand again, guiding him to the boat and stepping in. The middle of the ocean is the best place for them to be. Mikasa won’t be able to spout out of nowhere and ambush them. Nor will anyone else.
Eren laughs. “I told myself I’d never set foot in this boat again, and yet here I am, about to sail it…”
“Let’s hope you’re better at it than he is,” Levi teases with a smile, gently pulling Eren closer to him. “Tell me what to do and I’ll help. I have to admit, I have no idea what any of the equipment means.”
“It’s okay, I can do it by myself,” Eren smiles, letting go of Levi’s hand to walk towards the other end of the boat. He then smirks, and adds, “you can just go sit over there and… look pretty.”
Levi arches a brow and chuckles, following after Eren. “I could do that, I suppose…or…” he steps behind Eren, wrapping his arms around his waist, “I could stay close and watch you captain the boat. I prefer the view from here.”
“What view? The view of my back?” Eren teases. “Sorry. You’re not that short.”
Levi squeezes Eren. “Good to know time hasn’t tamed that tongue of yours.” And maybe it wasn’t such a good idea putting himself so close to Eren. Being this close to a body he spent so much time familiarizing himself with and a neck he desperately wanted to mark is….a bad idea.
“We should get going,” Levi clears his throat, “Marco looks like he’s trying his best not to die. It’s a sad sight.”
“We should also leave before Mikasa spawns out of absolutely nowhere,” Eren says, moving to untangle the rope attaching the boat to the deck. “It’s like she can teleport, or something.”
“She most certainly can,” Levi snorts, taking the rope from Eren and setting it aside on the deck out of the way.
It's mesmerizing to watch Eren move around the boat expertly. He definitely didn’t watch Jean with this much interest nor care. But Eren?
He can’t stop looking. It’s no different than before — Eren would be folding his clothes, brushing his hair, making himself something to eat and just…existing but Levi couldn’t find it in him to break his gaze in fear he’d miss a face Eren would make or a smile that would go unseen. Levi can’t stop staring, even if he wanted to. Which, frankly, he doesn’t.
It’s not until they’re well enough far away from the pier that Levi realizes they’ve set sail.
“You’re good at this,” he remarks, walking along the deck and appreciatively watching Eren. But he keeps his distance. If he starts touching him now, he won’t be able to stop. He’s also keenly aware that Eren only learned how to do this because of his absence.
He has no right to be jealous and yet he is. Jean managed to slip in and help Eren cope.
With some difficulty, he brushes the thought away. It’s not worth dwelling on.
“It’s been a while, but…” Eren shrugs. “I remember it all. It’s not that bad once you know how.”
“I think I’d rather just watch you…” Levi leans back against the rail. “Hope that’s not too distracting for you, captain.”
Eren blushes, a little. His scent spikes, too. “Little bit, when you say things like that…”
“Oh?” Levi smiles, tilting his head. “We can’t have that. I’ll make it up to you if you get us to the mainland in one piece…”
“I will,” Eren promises, finishing up with one of the sails. “There. All done.”
“Very impressive…you should come closer. The captain deserves praise.”
He’s playing with fire. He knows that.
And yet, Eren is the type of fire he’s never been able to stay away from. Much less resist.
Eren steps closer to him, a coy smile on his face as he sets his hands on the rails, successfully trapping Levi.
“I’m waiting.”
“Impatient,” Levi teases, cupping Eren’s face gently, fondly. An overwhelming surge of love goes through him. He doesn’t quite know what to do with it.
Well…he knows one thing he can do with it.
Leaning in, he lightly brushes his lips against Eren’s.
A part of him is terrified he’s pushing his luck by doing this. They still haven’t talked, so they shouldn’t be doing this either and yet….
A small peck won’t hurt. That’s all it is. He can pull away.
“Does that satisfy you?” He whispers, drawing away but unable to pry his hands away from Eren’s cool cheeks.
“No,” Eren replies, before he leans down and crashes his lips on Levi’s, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him closer.
Levi can hardly react or get a word out. And here he had been trying to be gentle and light in case Eren wanted an out and this was too much, too fast.
Good to know that’s not the case.
He moans into the kiss, deepening it and threading his fingers through the soft strands of hair. Fuck, he wants more. So much more. He’s missed this. To go 20 years without this…without Eren. They have time to make up for, a lot of it. They have to.
“And now?” He whispers against Eren’s lips, breathless and flushed. He’s sure his scent is giving away every single of his thoughts and feelings. “Happy?”
“No,” Eren says again, this time cupping Levi’s face before he kisses him once more. Harder, somehow. Like he can’t get enough.
Levi’s heart hammers in his chest, his hands slipping down Eren’s chest until they find refuge on his hips. He draws him closer until they’re flush, and all it does is make his skin burn with need. But he won’t take more than what Eren sees fit to give him.
This is already more than what he thought he’d get. At least not until they had a lengthy discussion, in which he expected Eren to set harsh boundaries and a trial run of sorts.
But this?
To find himself entangled with Eren like this…
His intoxicating scent and enticing hands, Levi only melts further into the kiss.
“Eren…” he breathes out the name, pressing light kisses against the corner of Eren’s mouth and trailing down to his jaw. “I missed you…” he blurts out, meeting Eren’s gaze. “I miss you.”
“Me too,” Eren admits, stealing another kiss. “Me too.”
“I don’t want to live without you anymore.” He presses his lips to Eren’s, again and again. “I can’t…I need you. I don’t deserve you but I need you.”
The words are flowing out of him messily, hastily and Eren deserves a speech. A love declaration but this is too much. All of this is too much but he needs Eren to know.
As slow as he wanted to take this, he craves for more as he kisses Eren again, digging his fingers through the long strands of hair. He wants to drown in Eren’s scent.
“You can have me,” Eren breathes out, kissing him once more. “I’ve always been yours.”
“I’ve only thought of you,” Levi whispers, his fingers slipping from Eren’s hair down to his neck. From soft hair to even smoother skin. He’s addicted. “I used to dream of you so often, sleeping hurt…I never stopped wanting you.”
Even after he left. There was no stopping that.
He presses his lips to Eren’s again. They haven’t even had a chance to discuss Gabi…
There’s so much they need to talk about but…later. They can do that later. There’s time. Levi’s not going anywhere.
“But you never came back. What changed?” Eren asks. Levi hates the sudden flash of pain he sees in his eyes, the sorrow he can smell. “Do you believe me now?”
“I’m sorry,” Levi takes Eren’s hand, bringing it to his lips. “I’ll spend the rest of my life being sorry and hoping I can make it up to you. All that time…gone because of a stupid…” he takes a deep breath, “I believe you. At some point I considered coming back. I didn’t care anymore if something had happened and you didn’t want to tell me…I told myself I could learn to live with it as long as I had you but…I was afraid. Afraid I’d find you with him, gone, or not interested. I was a coward.”
At some point, he would’ve sought Eren out, he’s sure. With or without Gabi’s instigating. But it certainly did hurry things along.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, pressing another kiss to Eren’s knuckles. “I really am.”
“I forgive you,” Eren says. “As long as… As long as you don’t leave me again.”
“I wasn’t planning to.” Levi pulls Eren into another kiss, “I’m never letting you go again. You’re mine.”
20 years is enough time to be apart from the only person who’s ever made him feel this way. Never again.
“I am,” Eren smiles. It looks even softer than usual.
Levi pulls Eren into a tight embrace. As much as he wants to kiss him and ravage him, he wants to hold him just as much.
“Jean will be very upset that we did all of this on his boat,” he murmurs, burying his nose into Eren’s scent gland. It’s still the only scent in the world that can make his brain fuzzy like this.
Eren snorts. “Jean can suck my dick,” he says, then stills when he feels Levi stiffen against him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that…”
“I’m…fine,” Levi clears his throat, nodding slowly and steeling himself against the rage and plethora of homicidal scenarios that cross his mind. Deep breaths. That’s technically one third of Gabi’s father….counting Marco out of principle. “I know you didn’t mean it like that.”
But now he can’t get the image out of his head. He doesn’t want to think about it, so he presses his lips to Eren’s instead, hoping to drown out the noise with Eren.
Eren’s scent, Eren’s hands, Eren’s lips.
“Levi,” Eren mumbles against his lips, cupping his face again. “Levi,” he repeats, pulling away so he can rest his forehead against Levi’s. “I’m yours. Your omega. Yours.”
That certainly satisfies the incessant, possessive alpha in him.
“And I’m yours,” Levi kisses Eren lightly. “Don’t forget that. You’re mine and I’m yours.” He inhales deeply, closing his eyes to brace himself against the sudden rush of need. “I need you…but Jean’s boat is definitely not how I envisioned…doing it after we were reunited.”
All the while looking for their kid’s (potentially his kid) fiancé.
Eren laughs. “I thought you’d never even think of sex in a boat again after that disaster in that shitty boat you rented…”
“It took me some time to get over it,” Levi admits with a grimace, “I confess, I still have nightmares but at least this one is more sturdy and doesn’t look like it was patched up with duct tape. Although I did see tape on some of Jean’s equipment…” he trails off, watching Eren fondly. “Can you blame me? I haven’t been touched like this since…you.”
Levi can’t tell if Eren looks relieved or sad.
“Really?”
Levi frowns. “Of course really.”
As if he’d ever initiate anything with Erwin. The moment he left this island he knew Eren would be his first and last. There was no disputing that.
“I didn’t bother trying,” he adds, brushing the back of his hand gently against Eren’s cheek. “No one would ever match up to you.”
Eren averts his gaze. “Now I feel really shitty for doing it with Jean…”
“Don’t,” Levi cups Eren’s chin, turning his head to face him. “It was a long time ago…you did what you had to…to cope. I understand that.”
Even if he doesn’t like it.
“It’s history,” he adds, pressing a light kiss to the corner of Eren’s lips. “And it didn’t change the fact that you were mine.”
“I was. I am,” Eren says, wrapping his arms around Levi and burying his face in his neck. “It was awful. I cried at the end and told myself never again…”
“I’m sorry,” Levi squeezes Eren, gently stroking Eren’s back. No wonder Jean didn’t seem all that eager to be back. This sounds like the worst rebound sex in history. He presses a light kiss to the side of Eren’s head. “You’re okay with this? Me staying, I mean? Your friends aren’t going to be very happy about it.”
“I don’t care,” Eren says, lifting his head up. “Armin will come around once he learns you’re divorced anyway. He’ll be too busy courting Erwin, probably,” he adds, rolling his eyes. He then looks at Levi with that soft look of his, one that’s reserved for him. “I’ve always wanted you to stay.”
Something twists in Levi’s chest, but he still smiles and leans in, brushing his lips against Eren’s. He hasn’t felt this warm and satisfied in years. Even though they’re in the middle of the ocean and it’s fucking chilly.
“Mikasa might try to kill me in my sleep,” he whispers, fondly brushing hair off of Eren’s forehead. The mist from the sea is making his hair curl beautifully.
“I won’t let her,” Eren declares. “I’ll protect you.”
“Yeah?” Levi smiles, pressing a kiss to Eren’s cheek. “My omega wants to protect me? I’m flattered.” It really does warm something cold and dead in him to hear those words. “I’m in love with you,” he blurts out, “it should be a given but…I need you to know.”
Eren smiles. It’s that soft smile that’s reserved for him, too. “I’m in love with you, too. Have been for over 20 years.”
It’s a relief to hear it. Levi didn’t expect a rejection after the way Eren kissed him but….he also didn’t think he’d ever get to hear those words. Or be deserving of it.
“I’ll be someone worthy of that love,” he whispers, “I promise.”
And he means it.
Chapter Text
Erwin
“This is horrible.”
“Which part?” Hanji snorts. “The part where we’re stranded, or the part where you got pickpocketed by the first person who saw us get off the ferry? Only you, Erwin.”
Erwin groans. “All of the above? Why does this happen to me?”
“It’s those juicy eyebrows of yours, it invites people in.”
“It’ll be fine,” Falco, their young and unlikely travel companion, insists bravely. Ah. To be that young, enthusiastic and stupid. Erwin appreciates the delusion.
“You’re right,” Erwin nods with a small smile and a deep breath, “we will be fine. The odds are against us, the night is cold and we will likely sleep on a cardboard box, but everything is fine.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Hanji throws an arm around his and Falco’s shoulders. “This is great! We’ll huddle together for warmth, hunt for our food and the night sky will be our blanket!”
“I’m a vegetarian,” Erwin points out.
“We can fish! Come on, this isn’t super bad.”
Falco sighs, patting down his pockets for the last time. “I can’t believe I forgot my wallet. This was supposed to be a quick trip…Gabi’s going to kill me.”
“Do you think we actually could swim there…” Erwin muses, ignoring Falco. “There’s someone on that island waiting for me.”
Falco seems to brighten up. Another romantic, perhaps. What a breath of fresh air from Levi’s gloom and doom. “You have someone? Really? Who?”
“Armin.”
Falco’s brows shoot up. “Armin?”
“You know him? Isn’t he beautiful?”
Falco scratches his ear awkwardly. “I’m not sure I’m at liberty to say but he’s…a nice guy. I didn’t know he was in a relationship.”
“Oh they’re not,” Hanji interrupts, shattering Erwin’s dreams, “he’s just planning their wedding.”
“I’m thinking summer,” Erwin sighs, looking toward the island wistfully. “He’d look beautiful. If I don’t die out here first.”
“You’re not gonna die,” Hanji laughs, “drama queen. It’ll be sunrise soon,” which in normal human terms actually means hours, “and we’ll be fine!”
Falco stares wordlessly between them. “I literally don’t know who you two are actually.”
The realization seems to suddenly be hitting him.
“We’re here for the wedding, silly!” Hanji grins. “We came with one of the potential fathers—oh shit, are we supposed to say that? Oh crap. I’m kinda not sure actually. Uh….pretend I didn’t say that? Shit.”
Falco sighs. “I already know…about that whole thing…so, which one are you here with?”
“The short and angry one,” Hanji laughs.
Falco nods slowly. “He’s kind of scary. Gabi’s also kind of scary. When she wants to be…”
What an odd child. He’s smiling, as if that’s something to be fond about.
Erwin hums. When Armin, oh what a beautiful name, so viciously told him to fuck off the island (not in those exact words), not only did he rip Erwin’s heart out of his chest but he also became the reason why his heart beats.
It was beautiful to see the fierceness in those ocean-blue eyes. So in a way, he understands.
“You’re both so depressing, come on.” Hanji throws an arm around their shoulders again, pushing them forward.
“People close up shop pretty early around here,” Falco gives them an apologetic look.
“That may be so,” Hanji nods, “but! There’s gotta be a local post office or something that has phones we can use.”
“I’m not sure if the phone at the hotel even works…or has reception frankly.”
Erwin takes a deep, bracing breath. “I think I’ll take my chances swimming.”
“No, you’ll literally die,” Hanji insists, “and you’re not getting away from me! We’ll be fine. We should all get to know each other!”
“I hardly know you two,” Falco mumbles, eyeing them suspiciously, “and you’re apparently here for my wedding. What do you do?”
“A lot,” Hanji answers cryptically, “and this guy writes for a living. Owns publishing houses. His family’s old money. Rich-rich,” they elbow Falco, wiggling their eyebrows.
Erwin clears his throat. “He doesn’t need to know all of that…”
“But it’s cool! I swear, he could talk you into giving up your life or something.”
Erwin frowns. “That’s an exaggeration.”
“No no no, he’s super good with words. You should hear the speeches he gives during banquets.” Hanji wipes a fake tear from under their eye. “I feel damn patriotic.”
Falco laughs nervously. “Right…love that for you—“
“Falco-chan!”
Falco-chan?
Erwin can pinpoint the second a look of relief crosses the boy’s face as he turns toward the strange new voice. What a tall man. Erwin sizes him up curiously. Blond, beard, glasses, fairly decent looking. Well. If you’re into that sort of the look, which Erwin isn’t.
“What the hell do they feed people on this island?” Hanji whispers.
“Uncle Zeke!” Falco embraces the strange tall man. Said strange tall man manages to lift Falco up.
Strange.
“What are you doing here? You should be on the island….oh, apologies. Such bad manners…” Zeke’s suspicious eyes are now on Erwin and Hanji. “It appears you brought friends with you, Falco-chan. Who are these two?”
“Hanji Zoë!” Hanji throws their hand out and grabs Zeke’s, shaking it aggressively. “Super nice to meet you!”
“Right…” Zeke adjusts his glasses that Hanji shook askew and regards Erwin. “And you?”
“You can relax, uncle Zeke,” Falco laughs, “they’re not creeps.”
“I dunno Falco-chan, they look strange,” Zeke whispers too loudly. “That one’s eyebrows are making me uncomfortable.”
Erwin consciously brushes a hand over his eyebrows. What’s wrong with them?
“Be nice!” Falco chastises him. “That’s Erwin. He and Hanji are guests for the wedding. We kinda got stranded…”
“I got pickpocketed,” Erwin admits shamefully.
Zeke nods slowly. “I did too. First day when I visited for the first time. Little bald man. I still have no idea how he did it. Well, if you want, you could stay with me until the ferry tomorrow.”
“Are you here for the wedding?” Hanji asks curiously.
“He’s Eren’s brother,” Falco explains. “We’re all family here.”
“Whoa, I kinda see the resemblance…” Hanji leans closer.
Erwin makes a face. How do they see a resemblance? Zeke looks nothing like Eren, but he keeps that commentary to himself.
His eyes catch something in the distance and he frowns, squinting. “Wait a minute, is that Jean’s boat?”
Oh thank god, they won’t need to sleep with the strange man or in a cardboard box.
“Huh?” Hanji peaks over his shoulder and gasps. “Hell yeah it is! We don’t have to wait for the ferry!” Hanji whoops and runs toward the pier, screaming way too loudly for this hour. Falco rushes after them.
“I remember your name now,” Zeke mumbles casually, lighting a cigarette. “Erwin Smith. I looked you up 20 years ago.”
Oh?
Erwin eyes the man curiously. Something in the air has shifted, but he keeps his face still.
“You’d do anything for family, you know?” Zeke continues. “My baby brother was devastated. I offered to kill you for him.”
Erwin hums, studying the man. “And is this supposed to scare me? Do you think we’re in some film noir and you can come and scare away the mistress all the while looking cool and giving a dramatic speech?”
Zeke laughs, patting Erwin’s shoulder. “Hey I’m kidding! Lighten up. We’re all friends here.”
Erwin smiles, gently removing Zeke’s hand. “Yes. We are.”
“Erwin!” Hanji shrieks and Erwin quickly slips away from the eerie man and approaches Hanji. “They’re here!”
Erwin watches as the small boat docks. Levi and Eren are together. Him and Hanji share a look. Falco looks ecstatic.
“Thank goodness you’re here E—Mr. Jaeger!”
Zeke makes a face. “Since when do you….”
The rest of what he’s about to say is silenced. Erwin doesn’t miss the look that passes between the Jaeger brothers but…it’s not his place to bring it to light.
Frankly, he couldn’t give any less of a fuck. This boat is his one way ticket back to the island and back to Armin.
“Did you two idiots kidnap the boy?” Levi mumbles, staring between the three of them. Until his eyes land on Zeke. Erwin doesn’t miss the spike in his scent.
“Baby brother!” Zeke approaches, arms wide open and envelops Eren into the biggest hug. “Ah. Good to see you. You look thinner, are you eating well?”
“I am always eating well, stop worrying about my eating habits,” Eren mumbles, pulling away. “What are you doing here so early? I thought you could only arrive in 2 days, right on time for the—” He stops, eyes widened. “The thing…”
“I’m full of surprises,” Zeke smiles, patting Eren’s head like he’s a two year old. Erwin is suddenly grateful that he’s an only child. “Thought you’d need help with your thing.” Why are they talking around the topic? Everyone on the island knows about the wedding.
The way they’re referring to it makes it sound even worse.
Erwin eyes both Eren and Levi. They smell like each other. Have they really been groping at each other but not discussing the wedding and shared child?
These people are strange.
“Oh,” Zeke interrupts Erwin’s musings with that eerie laugh of his, “is this who I think it is?”
Levi shifts uncomfortably from the sudden attention on him. “That depends on who you think I am.”
“You broke baby brother’s heart,” Zeke tsk’s at Eren, “please tell me you’re not tumbling around with him again. You can do so much better.”
Falco makes a wheezing sound from the side. Clearly, nobody wants to be witnessing this. Even Hanji’s uncharacteristically silent. Can’t they all just go on the boat and leave?
“I will tumble with whoever I want!” Eren growls. “Back off.”
“So mean,” Zeke sighs dramatically, “big bro just wants what’s best for you. Seriously Eren, crying over a short man is really unbecoming.”
Hanji steps forward, frowning. “That’s our little man you’re talking about.”
Levi groans. “Please don’t try to help.”
Erwin nods. He won’t, then. Whatever they say will make the situation worse.
“H-hey guys,” Falco laughs slowly, “can we…go back now?”
“Yes, I suppose,” Zeke sighs, giving Eren a pointed look. “I’ll be watching…”
Eren squints. “We’ll give you something to look at, then.”
Erwin coughs, laughs, he’s not really sure which but…he can see why Levi is so infatuated with this man, he supposes.
Judging from the look on Levi’s face, the barely restrained smile and the fondness, he can see Levi’s just as pleased to hear the bite in Eren’s tone.
“Have mercy little brother,” Zeke chuckles, “that’s just cruel.”
“Can I drive?!” Hanji shouts, jumping into the boat and thankfully dispelling this disgusting tension that’s settled over them. Falco seems just as relieved, hurriedly following after Hanji.
“Do you know how to?” Eren asks, eyeing Hanji suspiciously.
“I’ve learned!”
Erwin hums. “How many years ago and were there survivors?”
Hanji pouts. “Hey that’s mean. I was great!”
Judging from the glint in their eyes, that’s unlikely but Erwin isn’t in the mood to argue. They’re so close to returning.
Levi sighs, his hand not-so-subtly resting on Eren’s lower back. “It’ll be fine. They know if they get us killed, I’ll come back and torture them.”
Eren smiles, softly. Erwin feels like he’s intruding. Ugh. Happy, in love people. He wants to return to the island now.
Thankfully, Hanji does manage to somehow get the boat moving, much to everyone’s apparent relief. Although Falco stubbornly remains close to the rails, clutching it and looking awfully green.
“We’re going concerningly fast,” Levi mumbles, more to Eren than any of them.
“I’m having a blast,” Zeke remarks casually.
“Jean will probably kill me,” Eren grimaces.
“Not if I kill him first,” Levi casually admits to murder and seals it with a sweet kiss to Eren’s cheek.
As much as Erwin doesn’t want to stare, he can’t help it. It’s very… strange, seeing Levi like this. He knew — he hoped — Levi would be able to fix things with the omega he’s longed for all these years, but to witness it is something else entirely. He didn’t know Levi was capable of looking so… soft.
“Hey! I can see the island!” Falco calls, his voice tethering close to desperation and relief.
“See?!” Hanji cackles. “I’m a great boat-er!”
Eren eyes them curiously. “That’s definitely not a word…”
“You know such strange people,” Zeke tells Eren and Erwin resists the urge to roll his eyes. He really doesn’t see the family resemblance. They are nothing alike. Erwin’s beginning to have the slightest suspicion that either one of them is adopted or they’re only half related.
“It’s a word now!” Hanji declares with a cackle, one foot dramatically on the rail as they stare forward. “Hey I see people on the beach!”
“It must be the others,” Levi remarks, gently stroking Eren’s side. God, it really is odd to see him this physical with someone. Odd but sweet.
“Where are you sleeping tonight?” Eren asks Levi. “I hope not here…”
Levi looks visibly disgusted. “Here? God no. I’d rather take my chances sleeping on a park bench. But…if you have space,” he gives Eren a look. It’s not as subtle as he thinks it is. “I would be…very grateful.”
“I have space,” Eren replies, cheeks pink. “You’ll have to share a bed, though…”
“He can sleep on the floor,” Zeke remarks, watching the two. “You have sleeping bags, don’t you?”
Levi looks homicidal. The potential of Zeke being pushed overboard excites Erwin, just a little bit. But it doesn’t happen. “Whatever Eren decides,” Levi says instead.
Eren glares at Zeke. “You will sleep on the floor. Your usual room is taken. You were supposed to arrive later.”
Zeke pouts. Ugh. Grown men who pout were definitely raised wrong.
“Little brother is so mean. ”
He doesn’t miss the satisfied look in Levi’s eyes as he leans closer and presses a kiss to Eren’s cheek. Such intimacy. They definitely shared a moment on the boat on their way to the mainland. Maybe that’s why it took so long…
“Eren!”
Someone shouts. Erwin looks past the group as they near the pier. It’s Jean.
“You stole my goddamn boat?!”
“I didn’t steal,” Eren rolls his eyes. “I borrowed. And I brought your stupid boat back in one piece.”
“That’s like, my house!” Jean whines. “My poor baby. You let that crazy person sail?!”
Hanji frowns. “Hey, I’m not clinical. I’m only a little bit crazy.”
“Move.” Erwin stands and quickly gets off the boat. He needs to be back on land, closer to Armin and preferably far from Zeke.
One of the friends is also there, Mikasa?
She doesn’t look happy. Neither does Marco.
“You left,” Mikasa says blankly to Eren. “Without Marco. You didn’t wait for Armin either.”
Eren frowns. “Armin isn’t even here. And Marco offered to stay!”
Did he? Erwin is highly suspicious. But Armin isn’t here, therefore his ability to care for this drama is drastically decreasing.
“Mikasa-chan, have mercy.” Ugh. That voice. “From what I gather, you were all looking for little Falco!” Zeke pats Falco’s head, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere than here.
“And now he’s been found,” Levi adds with a heavy sigh, “can we go back now?”
“I’d like to go back,” Falco mumbles.
Eren nods. He then looks at Hanji and Erwin, though Erwin notes he definitely avoids looking at him too long. He understands. Surely Levi mentioned the two of them were never truly together, but, still. “I have… I have some room in the attic if you don’t mind shitty beds and dust…”
“I love shitty beds and dust!” Hanji declares excitedly.
Erwin decides….he will not be difficult. He only nods and smiles. “Thank you for your hospitality. We will get out of your hair soon.”
“Yeah, all of you? Get the fuck away from my boat,” Jean grumbles. “My poor baby. If there’s a single scratch on her, I’m sacrificing one of you to the damn ocean.”
Eren rolls his eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Me?!” Jean practically shouts. “I don’t want to hear that from you!”
Levi growls, wrapping an arm around Eren and tugging him closer. Interesting. Erwin’s also never seen this sort of territorial behavior from him.
“You’re overstepping,” Levi mumbles, glaring at Jean.
“Fuck off. This is—” Jean stops, squinting at Eren and Levi before he realizes something and gasps. “You two reek of each other. Did you fuck on my boat?!”
“No!” Eren exclaims, his face red.
“What?” Mikasa’s attention is fully on Eren. “Please tell me you two didn’t do it on the boat.”
Levi is equally as red. “Why is everyone so eager to talk about our sex life.”
“We didn’t do it on the boat!” Eren insists. “And if we had, it would be none of your business! We’re two grown adults! And he isn’t even married anymore!”
Mikasa stares at Erwin. “Is this true?”
Why is everyone staring at him?
Christ. Erwin wants to leave. Everyone but the man of his dreams is here. God is cruel.
“It is true,” Erwin nods in agreement, sharing a look with Levi. “Not that it’s anyone’s business but…ours,” meaning, Levi, him and Eren, “I would like everyone to know, it was an arranged marriage, we had separate bedrooms and abstained. Well, he did. Does that satisfy everyone?”
“No.” Zeke mumbles. “How do you go without sex for 20 years?”
“You’re having sex?” Erwin blurts out.
Falco groans audibly from the back.
“Don’t answer that,” Eren tells Zeke. “I don’t want to know.”
“Don’t worry baby brother, what I do with others tends to stay private. Unlike….” He takes a look around, “your very public affairs.”
“Watch it,” Levi warns.
To Erwin’s surprise, Marco steps forward protectively. “You are…not a very nice man, shaming your brother!”
Zeke stutters. “What? No! My brother can fuck whoever he wants, as is his right.”
“Guys….” Falco pleads. “I’m cold, tired and hungry…can we please go?”
“I second this,” Erwin adds. Though, what he really wants is to leave these fools and find Armin.
Jean sighs. “Everyone’s tired. We’ll just keep biting each other’s head off if we keep at it. Let’s just go our separate ways and… reconvene tomorrow.”
Eren hums. “That’s the first sensible thing that’s come out of your mouth tonight.”
“Oi—”
“He’s right,” Levi interrupts and takes Eren’s hand, quickly pulling him away from the group. Erwin is very surprised to see such confidence. But, he’s eager to get going so he nods at Hanji and they hurry after the two toward their wonderful dusty beds.
Everyone else follows with a grumble, but Erwin is hardly focused on that. He will reach Armin soon as an unattached man. The prospect excites him.
Eren
Eren is panicking.
It’s very likely that Gabi will be there waiting for Falco when they reach the hotel, and Eren will no longer be able to hide her. Not that he wants to anymore, but he wanted to be able to tell Levi himself about her instead of having her practically spawn out of nowhere.
Now is not a good time, but… there will be no other time. At least Marco stayed behind with Jean, so he doesn’t have to… tell them yet. He’s honestly not sure he wants either of them to know. But Levi…
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Eren swallows hard, grabbing onto Levi’s hard and pulling him behind the rest of the group. He doesn’t want to wait until Levi meets Gabi. This isn’t the same as before, but.. what if Levi sees Eren’s omission as lying, again? Whatever they have feels too shaky to leave this to chance. Eren doesn’t want to risk it.
Levi looks worried, he smells worried.
“Okay…” he slowly nods, squeezing Eren’s hand. “Tell me, what is it?”
Honestly, Eren doesn’t know who’s more worried between the two of them. If the four others in front of them notice, they don’t say anything about it.
Eren knows he just has to rip the bandaid off. But what if Levi gets mad? What if he thinks he should’ve been contacted the moment Eren found out he was pregnant? Or at any point during Gabi’s childhood?
Eren hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it. On the off chance that Gabi wasn’t his, he didn’t want to have to face Levi again. What if Levi came back to the island as a husband in a happy relationship? Or what if he would’ve wanted nothing to do with him or Gabi? Eren wouldn’t have been able to survive it.
He supposes, in the end, he had been a coward too.
He can’t be, anymore.
“I have a daughter,” Eren tells him, chewing on his lip nervously. “Soon after you left… I found out I was pregnant,” he adds, hoping Levi understands the implication. “She, um… she’s actually Falco’s fiancée. The event is… for them. It’s their wedding.”
“I see.” Levi’s staring ahead. His scent is still off. It turns from worried to anxious. He seems to be watching Falco. “I…I’m not upset,” he looks over to Eren and squeezes his hand. “Thank you for telling me.” There’s another lengthy pause. “I’m sure you did a great job with her…I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help,” he adds slowly, looking down at the hands. “I missed out on a lot, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” Eren answers with a sad smile. “I’m sorry.”
Levi shakes his head, bringing Eren’s hand to his lips to kiss gently. “Don’t be. The fault is mine. I’d like to be a part of her life, if that’s something you want. I won’t call myself…a father, that’s not a title I’ve earned nor deserve but, I’d like to be here.”
“You could, if you wanted. If she’d like that. I don’t know. Maybe don’t mention it to her until after the wedding, I feel like this is too big of a news right now,” Eren says, then grimaces. “Technically, it could be Marco or Jean, though…”
Levi makes a face. “Marco is unlikely.”Why? “But I’d rather it be him than Jean…” he mumbles, his face turning more sour at the thought. But he takes a deep breath. “You know what? It’s fine. I can learn to accept that. It’s fine. I think you should…talk to…your daughter. Tonight. She might know more than she’s letting on.”
Eren frowns. “What does that mean?”
Levi doesn’t get to answer. They’ve arrived near the hotel, where Gabi and Armin are waiting. Gabi instantly rushes to Falco, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “I was so worried!” She cries, then pulls away to hit Falco in the chest. “Why did you leave?!”
“I’m sorry! Ow, stop hitting me,” Falco laughs, wrapping his arms around Gabi and squishing her tightly against him. “I went to pick something up and ended up stranded….I forgot my wallet….”
Erwin also approaches with Falco, watching the scene unfold. There’s barely a moment of silence before he speaks up, “I’m single. I thought you should know.”
It’s very obviously directed toward Armin.
Falco laughs nervously. “I was with this guy and his weird friend…”
“I’m the weird friend!” Hanji proudly waves.
Armin stares at Erwin, and Eren knows enough about his friend to know he feels… suspicious. “You’re suddenly divorced? Since when?”
“Today. Early this afternoon actually. I would like you to know that I was in no real relationship either. I haven’t been in many years, actually. Now I understand it was all meant to lead me to you and I’m glad it worked out this way.”
Levi makes a small, groaning sound from beside Eren. “This is embarrassing…”
“Very…” Eren whispers.
Armin seems to like it, though. His cheeks are red, and his scent is… overwhelming. Eren’s not sure he’s smelled Armin so… potent before. “Eren,” his friend suddenly says. “A word, please.”
Eren doesn’t want to be away from Levi, but he knows it’s silly. Levi won’t suddenly disappear even if Eren isn’t staring right at him. He knows that. Still…
“Gabi,” Eren starts, “can you show Erwin and Hanji the attic and set up beds for them there? Bring Zeke too. He’ll stay with them.”
Erwin’s face darkens.
“Am I being punished for my sham of a wedding to your partner?” Erwin blurts out, staring at Eren. “We didn’t have sex. I promise. He’s too short.”
Levi coughs. “So is the love of your life, asshole.”
“But he’s beautiful. Your point?”
Levi stares at Erwin with narrowed eyes, then he looks at Eren pointedly. “20 years. This is who I lived with. He’s all yours, by the way,” he looks over to Armin, “expenses and weirdness.”
“So lovely,” Zeke muses, “we’ll have so much to discuss! We’ll be such good friends.”
Falco clears his throat. “I’ll go with Gabi.”
“No,” Eren says. “You’ll stay with Levi.”
He’s not leaving Levi alone with Mikasa, for fuck sake. He’ll return and one of them will be dead. Actually, Mikasa should come with him…
Falco makes a small wheezing sound. “Sure…..”
“I don’t need a chaperone,” Levi mumbles, giving Eren a look. “But if that’s what you wish.” He pulls Eren in, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Armin raises a brow, and Eren’s face flushes. Right. He’ll have some explaining to do…
“I’ll be back soon,” Eren tells Levi, and tugs Mikasa by the arm. “You’re coming with me.”
“Of course I am,” she scoffs, following along. Eren grabs Armin’s arm along the way, and drags them both in the hotel straight to his bedroom.
Eren lets go once he’s there, and sits on the edge of his bed with a sigh. “Alright. Each of you can ask me one question about Levi, so choose wisely.”
“Are you back together?” Armin asks. “Did they really get a divorce? Sorry, that’s two questions.”
“I’ll allow it,” Eren nods. “Yes, they got a divorce. For… both of us, I think. Levi plans on staying, so… yes? We are back together. I didn’t formally ask , but…”
Mikasa groans. “This is a bad idea. I’m against it. Did you already forget what he’s done? That’s my question.”
Eren frowns. “I didn’t forget . But I love him. And I’ve been miserable without him for decades now. What am I supposed to do, keep holding a grudge and continue being miserable for the rest of my life? No thank you. I choose happiness. I choose Levi.”
“What if he leaves again?” Mikasa asks. “How can you trust that he won’t?”
It’s not that Eren hasn’t considered that he might. A misunderstanding cost them happiness before, who’s to say it won’t again? But he likes to believe that Levi has… learned, and knows better now. Surely, next time — if there is a next time — he’ll believe him, or choose to stay even if he doesn’t.
“I’ll take my chances,” Eren says.
“I’ll kill him if he leaves again,” Mikasa declares.
“I’ll allow it.”
No, he won’t, but, whatever.
Mikasa seems to believe it and nods.
Armin comes to sit beside him, a suspicious look in his eyes. “I have another question. Unrelated to Levi. Kind of.”
“Go on.”
“Would you be mad if I pursued something with Erwin?” Armin asks, offering him a nervous smile.
Eren narrows his brows. “Why would I be mad?”
“He was Levi’s husband,” Armin explains. “Even if it wasn’t a real marriage… he’s still a reminder of what you could’ve had all those years. He was close to Levi when you weren’t. If… if a true relationship blossoms from this, this means… this means you’d see Erwin when I come here. Would you be okay with that?”
Eren hadn’t seen it that way. Though, to be honest, he also assumed he’d keep on seeing Erwin since he was Levi’s friend… Not that he minds, really. Erwin isn’t really a reminder of what he could’ve had. What Erwin and Levi had is not what he would’ve wanted with Levi, so…
Of course, Eren has to admit that it feels a bit awkward to be near a man he’s spent years hating, but…
“I think you should go for it,” Eren tells Armin, nudging him. “You obviously want to…”
Armin blushes, staring at his lap. “I do. It’s crazy but I do.” He then lifts his head up, looking at Mikasa. “What do you think?”
“I hate these men,” Mikasa declares with a sigh. “You both deserve better. But… if that’s what you want…”
“It is,” Eren says.
“Me too,” Armin nods.
Eren nudges Armin again. “You should go fetch him. I think he might kill Zeke if he’s forced to stay with him in the attic.”
Armin snorts. “I can see that. No offense, but I might kill Zeke too if I had to share a room with him. Armin-chan, Armin-chan, can you help put lotion on my back?”
Eren laughs. So does Mikasa. Armin joins in too.
“God,” Eren chuckles, “he really is that creepy uncle, huh…”
“At least he’s always been decent with the kids,” Armin points out. “But he really doesn’t know how to act around adults…”
“No, he doesn’t,” Eren laughs. “Go now. Save your man. I’ll go find mine.”
Armin nods, a bright smile on his lips. “I will. Thank you, Eren.”
“No thanks needed,” Eren pats his back, and watches him get up and head out of the room. This leaves him alone with Mikasa, who’s avoiding his gaze. “Mikasa…”
“I still don’t like it,” she mutters. “He made you cry today.”
“I know.”
“And many times before.”
“I know.”
Mikasa stares at him. “You still really love him?”
“Yes.”
Without a doubt.
Gabi
“Gabi-chan…” Zeke starts, “Will you really let your favourite uncle sleep in the attic? So cruel…”
Gabi doesn’t have time for this. She has questions, questions she will get answers to thanks to Erwin and…. Hanji? Hanji. That’s what the others called them. She knows about Erwin — he was mentioned in her mom’s diary — and he must have an answer about what she saw tonight.
Sure, she could ask her mom or her maybe-father, but… no. She can ask more intrusive questions if it’s not directed at them, so.
She ignores Zeke, and grabs onto Erwin’s arm before he falls on the makeshift bed she just rolled out for him. “Are my mom and dad back together?” She asks, then realizes her words. Her face flushes. “I mean, Eren and Levi…”
Erwin helplessly looks toward Hanji before meeting Gabi’s gaze. “I…well. It’s not my business to tell but, logic dictates that they’ve certainly rekindled something of the sort. They’ve been very physical since I’ve seen them.”
“Oh very,” Hanji echoes.
“Ugh,” Zeke naturally adds.
“They smell like each other,” Erwin continues, nodding slowly, “and Levi has spoken nonstop about Eren ever since I’ve known him, so…it’s not out of the question to theorize that…a relationship has definitely started.”
“Good lord, Erwin,” Hanji laughs, “be normal. So politically correct. Gabi, they’re definitely going to boink.”
Gabi’s face flushes all the more. She definitely doesn’t want to imagine them like that — the thought is repulsive — but…
“Wait,” Zeke raises a brow. “Gabi-chan, you know Levi is your father?”
Gabi’s eyes widen. Shit! She shouldn’t have said that in front of Zeke! This is what she gets for ignoring him…
“Don’t tell Mom!” Gabi demands, now grabbing onto Zeke’s arm. “Please!”
Zeke gasps. “Gabi-chan! We don’t keep secrets from our loved ones in this house. Oh my, do you know what you’re asking me to do? This is treason indeed.”
“You are a very dramatic man…” Hanji muses, sitting down on the crappy bed beside Erwin.
“I think you should talk to your mother,” Zeke insists, patting Gabi’s head. “And hopefully interrupt whatever is happening outside. I will keep this a secret for you…but not for long. Not very good for digestion.”
For digestion?
Whatever.
“It’s not for long anyway! Just until I figure out which one is my dad!”
“Oh goodness.”
“We could probably do the math, I can snatch up some DNA from our lovely papas,” Hanji mumbles, “definitely a violation but that’s never stopped me.”
“Maybe it shouldn’t matter,” Gabi sighs, sitting on one of the bedrolls. “Is it bad that I kind of want all three to be my dad?”
“Biblical greed right there,” Zeke mumbles.
“Not at all,” Hanji smiles, “I had two dads. I wouldn’t have minded another. That would’ve definitely made things more fun!”
Erwin sighs heavily. “Honestly? They’re all good people. Even Jean.”
“Even Jean,” Hanji grins. A look passes between Erwin and Hanji, an inside joke perhaps.
“I think…you should go with whatever your heart is telling you,” Erwin continues.
“This is all very touching,” Zeke sighs, “but that also depends on the men. Ugh, Gabi-chan, one father is bad enough, they can really fuck you up, do you really want more than one?”
“I don’t know!” Gabi throws her hands up, then lets herself fall back on the bed. “I can see all of them being my dad, I guess. Is that so wrong?”
“Not at all,” Hanji pats her shoulder. “If that’s what you’d prefer, to have all of them involved.”
“All of them, here,” Zeke sounds horrified, “well, if it’s what our Gabi-chan wants. Your poor mother, having to look into the faces of one night stands every day…”
“They wouldn’t have to all move here!” Gabi exclaims, rolling her eyes. “They can just be… you know, there for the important events.”
“What if the garden gnome wants to be here all the time?” Zeke shoots back.
“Hey! That’s our garden gnome and a third of Gabi’s father,” Hanji insists. “That means she’s gnome junior.”
“I’m not that short,” Gabi frowns. “You’re just all really tall!”
“That’s what every short person likes to say,” Erwin smiles at her apologetically. “Good to know Levi’s genes are strong. I guess.”
“There has to be another available room,” Zeke mumbles, “Gabi-chan, I think I’ll just sleep in the kitchen.”
“You’re so dramatic!” Gabi groans, sitting up. “ Fine , you can sleep in Falco and I’s room….”
Hanji gasps. “Don’t you want to stay with us? I’ve got a lot of stories to tell!”
Erwin audibly groans.
“I doubt it’s better than my goat story,” Zeke adds.
“Anything is better than your goat story,” Gabi rolls her eyes. “Just take one bedroll and bring it with you… I’m not giving you my bed!”
“But your bed is comfy. My poor back can’t take the floor. Do you think Falco-chan will rub some lotion on my back if I ask nicely?”
“Ew.” Erwin coughs.
“You will live without lotion for one night!” Gabi groans.
“Will I? I think I’ll ask Falco.”
“Gosh, he’s worse than our Erwin,” Hanji snorts, snickering behind a hand.
Erwin looks violated. “How dare you. I am nothing like that.”
“You and your donkey ballsac cream.”
Zeke gasps. “You have one too?!”
Erwin deadpans. “No.”
Gabi laughs. A rolls in bed kinda laugh. Maybe it’s too much. Maybe it’s because she’s tired. Maybe it’s because she’s spent the night worried about Falco and her body is finally calming down. But she laughs, so loud and so much, that everyone in the room ends up joining her. Even Erwin, though his laugh is definitely more restrained than the rest of them.
You know what?
Maybe she wouldn’t mind if all of them stayed.
Chapter 5
Notes:
hi hi! there is smut in this chapter 🥰🥰 enjoy!
PS. there will be 9 chapters in this story and 95% of it is written! there will also be a sequel & prequel because we just can't get enough of this lovely universe.
Chapter Text
Levi
“So……” Falco starts.
“Don’t.” Levi puts a pin in the attempted conversation almost immediately.
Sighing heavily, he sits down on the bench near the entrance. The shrubbery behind him nearly engulfs him but he’s fucking tired. It’s been a long ass night and the stress is slowly settling in his bones.
What are they talking about in there? Him? Definitely him. Is there any possibility Mikasa and Armin could talk Eren out of pursuing a relationship with him? It’s very likely. Maybe. He doesn’t know.
Fuck.
He doesn’t think Eren is that easily swayed. He most certainly wasn’t earlier, but Armin’s always been the more logical and convincing of the two. Levi didn’t know them for long but he knew enough. Enough to know that Armin has a way with words, just like Erwin. What an unsettling thought.
He should’ve gone with Eren.
“You seem…really worried.” Falco sits beside him and this time, Levi stays silent, his eyes glued to the floor. “I’m a good listener? Maybe I can help?”
Doubtful.
Levi looks over to the boy and studies him. This is who Gabi has chosen to spend the rest of her life with. As someone who hopes to be her father, or at the very least someone who will be a part of her life, he supposes he should try to take an interest in the people around her. Outside of Eren of course.
“I’m worried,” he says, his voice so low he’s not sure Falco heard him.
But then Falco hums, nodding slowly. “I would be too. They can be scary.”
Levi raises a quizzical eyebrow.
Falco continues with a small laugh. “The way they huddle up and whisper. You just know they’re talking about you. But I knew I was in love with Gabi when we first met…” he starts and then pauses, “Am I allowed to say that to her father?”
“It’s fine. I’m not, technically. As far as she’s concerned, I’m just a bystander.”
Falco frowns. “I don’t think she sees it that way. But I’ve always loved her. I told her as much when we were old enough….just her, so naturally, everyone on the island knew. Suddenly, the Mikasa and Armin I’d grown up with were different people. They…looked at me differently. I knew they were worried about her. None of them seem to have a good experience with relationships…no offense.”
“None taken.”
“It was the same when I proposed. It’s scary. They’re not bad people but…I get it. They’re just worried and protective.”
Levi wants to point out that Falco, in this instance, is innocent. He’s only been guilty of falling in love with someone who has very intense people behind her. On the other hand, Levi has a lot to be guilty for. A lot that he likely won’t be forgiven for, either. Not that he’s asking for it. Eren is the only one he’s concerned with.
“I don’t know what they’re telling him in there,” Levi mumbles, looking over to the hotel entrance. “I’m…concerned.”
Scared would be a better word, but this is already difficult enough to get out. It’s odd to admit to it. Wrong, even. He should be able to handle the discomfort better at his age. But he’s so close to having what he wants, closer than he’s been even in his dreams. It’s finally in his grasp, and…it makes all of this so much more terrifying and real. It can be shattered.
Should he have told Eren about knowing Gabi? What if he gets upset when he finds out? What if that’s what breaks them, even if he kept Gabi’s involvement to himself to protect her trust?
He doesn’t know anything anymore. What’s the right thing to do?
Falco stiffens beside him. “It’s weird to hear someone like you say it. It’s like when Gabi cries….she’s always so strong and inspiring, it’s easy to forget she gets scared too…”
Levi smiles, clasping his hands between his legs. He’s starting to feel fidgety. “I wish I’d gotten to know her.”
“You still can! She’d love it!”
“I know…” Levi sighs, “but it won’t be the same. I missed her first words, her first steps, her first day of school…she doesn’t need me or anyone to teach her right from wrong, to read her bedtime stories or to tell her she’ll be okay when she falls and hurts herself. Now I’m just inserting myself in a narrative.”
Falco falls silent. Levi probably said too much. He’s depressing himself.
“She’s grown up,” Falco starts quietly, “but you don’t stop needing your parents just because you’re not a kid anymore. I’ll always need my mom…and my dad. I’m sure when I inevitably piss her off, she’ll want to run to her parents. It’s not too late. Whoever made that up was an idiot…”
Levi looks over, somewhat impressed. “You’re wise for your age.”
Falco smiles brightly. “I try, sir.”
Sir. Levi cringes.
“Levi’s fine.”
“I…will stick to, um, sir. You scare me a little.”
Levi nods. Fair enough. Right then, he catches Eren’s scent and shoots out of his seat, stiff and the anxiety back tenfold. Eren finally emerges from the hotel.
“You’ll be fine,” Falco whispers, looking over to him, “just be there for them. That’s all they need.”
Levi is very appreciative of the reassuring words.
Thankfully, there’s no Mikasa or Armin. Eren doesn’t smell upset either, so maybe he’s not here to tell him he’s changed his mind.
“Can I please go to Gabi now?” Falco asks, no, begs Eren.
“Yes,” Eren chuckles, ruffling Falco’s hair. “Fetch her before Zeke starts telling his goat story…”
Falco sighs with relief and shoots Levi a smile before running off into the hotel. This leaves them alone.
Levi’s nervous. He watches Eren carefully, unsure if he’s allowed to reach out. “He kind of looks like a goat, Zeke,” he decides is the best thing to say, “how are you feeling?”
“I’m okay,” Eren says, then raises a brow. “Are you? You smell… off.”
He’s feeling fucking super.
“I’m…worried.” He sounds like fucking Erwin now, politically correct and always dancing around his words. “I would like to know about….” Fuck, how to phrase this… “Our future. I guess I’m asking if…we’re okay.”
Damn, that was a struggle to get out. He feels winded just from that alone.
“Why wouldn’t we be okay?” Eren asks, brows narrowed. He takes Levi’s hands in his, his scent showing off concern now, too. “Did you change your mind?”
“No. Never. I’m…” Levi takes a deep breath, pulling Eren closer. This is very embarrassing. “I…worried that your friends convinced you this is a bad idea and this relationship would end before it even started. I got very paranoid. You shouldn’t leave me alone.” He frowns, looking away. “I think I trauma dumped on that poor kid…I’ll need to apologize.”
Eren smiles, gently pressing his lips against Levi’s. “You’re cute, thinking anyone could convince me of anything when it comes to you. Have you forgotten how stubborn I am?”
“Of course I haven’t. I fell in love with your stubbornness,” Levi admits quietly, cupping Eren’s face and bringing him in for another, deeper kiss. “I worry. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t,” Eren assures him, placing his hands on top of Levi’s. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m yours, remember?”
“I do. But I wouldn’t mind reminders…” Levi smiles, bringing Eren closer to kiss him gently. “Are you really okay with sharing a bed with me tonight?”
“And the alternative is what, having you share a bed with Zeke? ” Eren snorts. “No thanks,” he adds, wrapping his arms around Levi’s neck. “I want you in my bed.”
Levi’s face flushes. “Sharing a bed with Zeke sounds like a nightmare, thank you for putting that in my head…” he presses another light kiss to Eren’s lips, “I could only ever sleep well with you next to me.”
Eren’s scent and body warmth had a natural sedative effect on him. Amongst other things.
“Do you think you’ll be able to keep your hands to yourself tonight?” Eren asks, coy smile on his lips.
“I’m a gentleman,” Levi insists, his face on fucking fire. So is the rest of him. He must look so stupid and red right now. “I will keep my hands to myself unless…you ask me not to. It’ll be difficult and a challenge but, I can behave.”
Eren hums. “Well,” he starts, lips ghosting over Levi’s. “Lucky for you, I want your hands on me.”
Fuck.
Levi sucks in his breath, his internal body temperature definitely rising above what’s normal. “Eren…” he whispers, connecting their lips into a light kiss, “you love playing with fire, don’t you? Maybe we should go to your room now…”
Eren grins. “Eager, are we?”
“Don’t tease me…” Levi cups the back of Eren’s neck, bringing him in for another kiss, deeper and lengthier than the last. If Mikasa spots them, he’s a dead man for sure. But he can’t stop himself. He needs more. Just a little more. “I want to feel your skin,” he whispers against Eren’s lips.
“You will,” Eren says, pulling away with a dangerous look in his eyes. “I still sleep naked.”
“You’re killing me,” Levi groans, pulling Eren in for another kiss, before he quietly adds, “I just might sleep naked tonight as well…”
The thought of Eren’s body against him is enough to have his heart rattling in his chest violently. Even in a non sexual context it’d be enough to excite him. He just wants to feel him, needs to.
“Might? Nuh-uh,” Eren shakes his head. “You’re sleeping naked tonight, mister.”
“Who’s eager now?” Levi teases with a fond smile. “You make a very compelling argument, how can I refuse? Will you undress me?”
Eren takes Levi’s hand, suddenly walking backwards and nodding eagerly. “Yes. I’ll tear your clothes off.”
“I like that idea very much.” Levi steps closer, pressing Eren back against a wall and claiming his lips into another hasty kiss. He hasn’t tasted these lips in too long. They’re still as soft as he remembers and just like before, every time they kiss, Eren’s scent spikes into something even sweeter and more enticing.
“Levi…” Eren moans, biting down on Levi’s lip, hard. “We shouldn’t be doing this out here…” And yet, he wraps his arms around Levi’s neck, pulling him closer.
“Probably not,” Levi presses against Eren, impatient and needy for contact. His lips burn and he’s suddenly aware of how much he missed the way his lips would go numb from Eren’s kisses.
This isn’t enough.
Reluctantly he loosens his hold on Eren, but not before stealing another kiss.
“Lead the way. I will behave.”
Eren smiles, taking his hand again before he starts walking inside the hotel. “I like when you don’t behave, though,” he whispers, a coy smile on his lips.
“Yes, I remember,” Levi smiles, squeezing Eren’s hand. “I can show you how much I don’t behave later. Preferably behind closed doors.”
Where Mikasa won’t spawn out of nowhere and try to kill him.
Eren giggles in that cute way of his, effectively distracting Levi from the familiar scents that hit his nose. He’s too busy ogling his omega as he’s being led through the hotel and it really shouldn’t come as a surprise that they bump into other people. What is a surprise (then again, not really), is that the couple they bumped into are none other than Armin and Erwin… holding hands?
Eren and Armin exchange a look. Eren raises a brow and Armin’s face flushes to a deep red.
Levi snorts. “Wasted no time, did we?”
Erwin’s face looks just as red as Armin’s but his expression remains unchanged. “I could say the same to you.”
“Fair enough.” Levi tugs at Eren’s hand impatiently, signaling that he’s already tired of this interaction. Especially if his intensifying scent is anything to go by.
“Well…” Eren clears his throat. “Goodnight.”
“Yes,” Armin nods. “Goodnight.”
They go their separate ways then, Eren dragging Levi to his room, which he easily unlocks and re-locks the moment they’re inside. “That was awkward…” Eren mumbles.
“Yes it was. We should forget about it.” Levi presses Eren against the door, claiming his lips into a hungry, feverish kiss. “I can help with that,” he adds against Eren’s lips, his hands teasing along the hem of Eren’s pants, brushing against the exposed skin.
Eren chuckles. “You waste no time, do you…”
“We’ve wasted enough time,” Levi points out, pressing kisses to his neck, his jaw, his collarbone — anywhere he can reach. Fingers slip beneath Eren’s shirt, caressing at the skin of his lower back as sharp teeth graze his neck. “Do you want me to stop?” Levi pulls back just enough to meet Eren’s eyes.
“Never,” Eren says, crashing his lips on Levi’s. He wraps his arms around Levi’s neck, pulling his body flush against his.
Levi hums into the kiss, lightly tugging at Eren’s shirt. “I think this should go,” he whispers, biting and sucking on Eren’s lower lip. “You’re too beautiful to hide behind all of this.”
“Careful,” Eren chuckles. “I’ve aged. I’m probably not as beautiful as you remember…”
Levi frowns, breaking away to give Eren a very offended look. “I don’t care how you look. I’ll still want to see you when you’re 80….you’re my love, do you think I care?” He leans in, pressing a kiss to Eren’s lips. “I want to see you. All of you.”
Eren proceeds to take his shirt off, throwing it in some far off corner of the room. “You, too,” he then says, reaching to undo Levi’s buttons.
“You’re as grabby as I remember,” Levi teases fondly, helping Eren with unbuttoning his shirt before he removes it and tosses it in the same dark, forgotten corner Eren threw his. Moments later, he’s pressing back against Eren, kissing him like his life depends on it and getting lost in the warmth of his skin.
“I was right,” Levi adds, “you’re still just as beautiful. If not more.”
“Really?” Eren asks, breathing heavily. “You’re not just saying that?”
“I wouldn’t lie. You know I can’t lie to you…” Levi breaks from the kiss only to trail kisses and bites along Eren’s neck and down to his chest. As he does, he slowly falls to his knees and pulls Eren’s pants down to his ankles. Kisses are pressed to Eren’s hips, slow and loving. “You’re beautiful. I mean it.”
Eren’s hand soon finds Levi’s hair, fingers gently carding through the soft strands. “Only you could make me feel beautiful.”
“Because I love you,” Levi whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to Eren’s thigh, “I want to make you feel good. I want you to see what I see when I look at you.”
Eren hums, smiling. “You want me to become attracted to myself?”
Ah. He’s teasing.
“You know what I mean,” Levi bites into his thigh with a smile, “I want to taste you…I can either do that here or on the bed. Make your choice.”
“Bed,” Eren says with a shaky breath. “My knees won’t last here if you put your mouth on me.”
“As you wish.” Levi comes to a stand and easily lifts Eren up, carrying him to the bed, where he gently sets him down on the mattress and gets on top of him. “You’re okay with this?” He asks, peppering light kisses to Eren’s jaw. “I’m not rushing you?”
Eren decides not to answer with words. He takes Levi’s hand instead, and slips it in his underwear where Levi finds a pool of slick. “I’m ready for you, see?”
“Fuck…” Levi groans, pressing his forehead to Eren’s chest. His fingers slowly brush against Eren’s wet entrance, teasing and light. “I want to be inside you. I want to do so many things to you…”
“Like what?” Eren moans, grinding against Levi’s fingers. “Tell me.”
“I want to eat you,” Levi whispers, sucking a mark into Eren’s chest, “I want to fuck you…” and another mark, “I want to have my way with you until sunrise. I want to stay inside you…” he inhales shakily, pressing a kiss to Eren’s ribs, “I want to make you cum until there’s nothing left.”
“Fuck, Levi…” Eren lets out a shaky breath. “You should… you should get started, then…”
Levi hums in agreement, trailing kisses down Eren’s stomach until he’s situated between his legs. Even then, he avoids where Eren wants him to go and focuses on kissing and biting along Eren’s hips and inner thighs until there’s a multitude of bruises that will definitely be dark red or purple by tomorrow.
When he seems satisfied with marking Eren, he slips his arms under Eren’s thighs and props him up before teasingly pressing his tongue where Eren’s been needing him. Eren arches up into the heat, grinding and seeking friction. Levi presses his tongue in, eliciting a gasp and shuddered moan from his omega.
He’s relentless, sucking and pulling Eren even closer to his face more than possible. Eren squirms, he needs more . Soon enough, Levi brings a hand up, pressing two fingers inside of him and curling them until Eren’s arching off the bed.
But then he suddenly stops, moving back on top of Eren. Kisses are pressed to his neck as Levi adjusts himself between Eren’s legs and slowly pushes in until their hips are flush.
“I want you to cum on me,” Levi whispers, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel it….I want to finish you like this.”
“Fuck,” Eren lets out a breathy moan, clenching around Levi. “God, I missed you being inside me… my fingers were never enough…”
Levi groans, kissing Eren again and again. “Did you think about me when you fucked yourself?” He whispers, sucking on Eren’s lower lip. “God, I missed you.”
“I tried not to,” Eren admits, his hand finding Levi’s hair. He tugs at the soft strands, before his hand slides down to Levi’s neck and ultimately to his chest. “But when my heats would come, you were still the only one I wanted. My alpha.”
Pride swells in Levi’s chest. His omega only wanted him, his omega knew no one else would be enough. Heat courses through Levi, burning his veins and it takes everything in him not to snap his hips forward and slam into Eren at an unforgiving pace. He wants to show his omega that he did good waiting, that it was worth it. But he doesn’t want to ruin the sweet confession, no matter how much the alpha in him burns.
“I didn’t either,” Levi whispers with some restraint, pressing kisses to Eren’s face and neck where he bites into the skin, sucking a light mark there. “I couldn’t…nothing ever felt as good as you, or this…” his voice cracks when he moves his hips against Eren’s, moaning quietly into his neck. He wants to take his time savoring this.
“You’ll love my heats, then,” Eren murmurs, arms flinging around Levi. Eren’s fingers graze against his back until Levi feels Eren’s nails dig into his skin. “All I kept doing was begging for you…”
“You’ll be begging for different reasons this time,” Levi whispers, biting into Eren’s skin. “If you’d have me…” he looks to at Eren, his face flushed, “I want to spend your next heat with you. I want to be with you.”
“You will be,” Eren says, a low moan escaping his lips. “I’m not spending another heat without you.”
Levi connects their lips into a deep kiss, wrapping an arm around Eren’s waist, lifting him closer. “I don’t want to spend another moment without you…” Levi murmurs, “I’m going to make you mine.”
Eren barely stutters out a reply when Levi slams inside him again, rendering him breathless. Whatever he was going to say goes forgotten, and he digs his fingers into Levi’s back with more force.
The pace starts to grow more and more erratic as Eren arches up to meet Levi’s thrusts, their breaths and moans mingling.
“I’m close…” Levi whispers, biting into Eren’s shoulder.
“Me too,” Eren breathes out, very shakily, until he suddenly clenches and throws his head back, loud cascading moans escaping his lips as he cums on Levi’s stomach, thighs shaking and hands gripping onto Levi’s arms so hard Levi’s sure it’s going to bruise.
Fuck, it’s hot. It’s definitely enough to send Levi over the edge, cumming deep inside Eren with a sharp, deep thrust. His breaths are heavy against Eren’s neck as his knot starts to inflate and fills his omega, familiar heat coiling inside Levi’s chest. Fuck, he’s missed this. Nothing could ever feel as right as being inside Eren, locked in like this.
“I love you,” he murmurs, pressing lazy kisses to Eren’s jaw.
“I love you more,” Eren declares in between heavy breaths, his fingers gently sliding up Levi’s back to find his hair. “My Levi.”
“I like it when you call me yours,” Levi says, burying his face in Eren’s neck. “Fuck, I hope we weren’t too loud…” he groans, “I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“I don’t care,” Eren says, wrapping his arms around Levi. “I have to hear people fuck here all the time. It’s my turn now.”
Levi chuckles, lifting his head up and pressing a lazy kiss to Eren’s cheek. “What is this, a sex hotel? Is that what our idea became?”
“No…” Eren grumbles, grimacing a little. “People are just really horny on this island. I mean, look at your… ex-husband. One day on this island and he already latched onto someone…”
Levi hums, kissing Eren’s forehead. “Magic of this island I guess. Turns people into freaks.” He pauses, offering Eren a small smile. “And he’s not my ex-husband. He’s a man I shared a house with for convenience.”
“You were still technically married,” Eren points out, tightening his hold on Levi. “I even paid weird witchy guests to put curses on him.”
“You did what?” Levi starts to laugh. “That’s crazy. When was this? Because I vividly remember a time he wouldn’t stop bitching about breaking out in hives…that’s hilarious. Christ, Eren…I hope you know I never loved the man. We had no vows, no wedding reception…we signed the papers and shook hands. ”
Eren snorts. “That’s sad. I mean, not for me…”
“Right,” Levi smiles. “I’m sure you’re happy to know the last time my lips were touched were by yours and yours only. Being up close and personal with Erwin’s eyebrows would freak me out anyway.”
Eren laughs. “They are really big.”
“More for Armin to play with,” Levi snorts, pressing another kiss to Eren’s forehead. “I prefer yours. I prefer your everything. Perfect for me…”
Eren smiles, moving his hand to Levi’s chest where he starts tracing little hearts, like he used to. “I prefer your everything too.”
“I would hope so…” Levi trails off, falling silent for a moment. His scent starts to shift at the thought of what he’s about to ask, a slight tinge of nervousness slipping into it. “Would you…want me to bite you? Figured it’d be unavoidable when I spend your heat with you but if you don’t want me to…I should know.”
“Of course I want you to bite me,” Eren looks almost offended that Levi had to ask. “I’ve always wanted you to bite me.”
“I had to make sure…” Levi cups Eren’s cheek. “I didn’t want to assume. I know I’ll want to, I’ll go for it but…I had to make sure. I don’t want it to be something we discuss during your heat…”
“There won’t be much discussion during the heat,” Eren chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m very needy and insatiable.”
“And that’s different from now how?” Levi teases. “I figured as much. Which is why I wanted to make sure now. I don’t want any regrets after. I’d hate myself, biting you without explicitly knowing it’s what you wanted.”
Eren gets a sad look in his eyes, before he gently brings his hand to Levi’s cheek, stroking it softly. “You worry so much.”
“I worry just enough,” Levi takes Eren’s hand gently and presses a kiss to the inside of his palm, “I love you. So much. I don’t want to mess this up.”
“You won’t,” Eren assures him. “And even if you did, I wouldn’t let you go this time. I’m not spending the next 20 years missing you.”
Levi smiles fondly. He doesn’t deserve Eren. He really doesn’t. “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?”
Eren smiles. “I’m just telling the truth. You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk away again.”
“I imagine not,” Levi gently strokes Eren’s cheek, “I doubt I’d be able to anyway. Mikasa would kill me on the spot.”
Eren laughs. “That too.”
Not that it matters, because he’s not leaving. Ever. Under any circumstances. He wants to be here and, against all odds, Eren wants him here too.
Levi smiles at the thought, wrapping his around Eren the moment his knot deflates and he slips out of him, falling beside his beautiful omega. Eren wraps his arms around him, too, burying his face in Levi’s neck. He doesn’t know how long they stay like this, with the minutes ticking by and the exhaustion from the day slowly seeping in. But it’s a pleasant kind of tired, with Eren pressed against him, tracing patterns into his skin and Levi absently brushing his fingers through Eren’s hair.
Just like before.
Levi wonders if this is all a cruel trick and he’ll wake up in a few hours, only to realize this was just one of those dreams, the kind where he finds himself back on the island, reunited with Eren and they spend hours and hours like this, in each other’s arms, as if no time has passed.
All of this seems too good to be true.
“Do you think—” he starts, only to look down and find Eren snoring softly. Levi smiles fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of Eren’s head. He doesn’t even remember what he was going to say, only that Eren is beautiful. That’s all he can focus on. Eren and his pretty long lashes, Eren and his soft skin and kissable lips. Eren in his arms, where he belongs.
If this is a dream, Levi hopes he doesn’t wake up.
Eren
Eren wakes up with the sunrise, like he’s done for the past 20 years. He knows he definitely should sleep more, given how absurdly late they went to sleep, but duties await. With the wedding tomorrow, Eren’s even more busy than usual.
He looks over at Levi’s sleeping form beside him, and he smiles. He doesn’t want to wake him, but at the same time, he knows if he just leaves, Levi will wake up worrying.
So he leans forward and gently presses his lips to Levi’s, watching him as he slowly stirs awake.
“Hi,” Eren says, smiling still.
A groan is the only response he gets. Moments later, Levi’s eyes blink open and he stares at Eren. There’s a moment where he looks confused and frowns but realization dawns and he throws an arm over Eren’s waist, tugging him closer.
“I thought it was a dream,” he mumbles, still half asleep.
“What was?” Eren asks. “Us having sex?”
Levi snorts, chuckling sleepily. “No. I mean yes…that’s a part of it. I meant…this, waking up next to you. Being here.”
“It’s not a dream,” Eren assures him, kissing his cheek. “It’s very real.”
“I might need more proof,” Levi teases, slipping closer and pressing kisses to Eren’s neck. “Just to make sure.”
Eren wraps his arms around Levi, humming softly. “I’m not complaining…”
“Good, because I missed you…” Levi trails kisses from his neck to his lips. “You still look tired,” he points out, gently stroking Eren’s cheek, “why don’t you rest some more? It’s still too early to be up.”
“Because I have responsibilities,” Eren chuckles. “I have exactly 15 minutes to shower, get dressed, and start the day.”
“Not with me around,” Levi frowns, pulling away, “tell me what to help with and I will. 15 minutes is ridiculous.”
“I never minded it before,” Eren smiles, bringing his hand to Levi’s cheek. “But now I really want to stay in bed with you…”
“Five more minutes then.” Levi places his hand on top of Eren’s, kissing the inside of his palm. “Your responsibilities are now mine as well. You can afford five minutes in bed.”
“These are wedding responsibilities,” Eren points out, an apologetic smile on his lips. “I can’t get you involved. Gabi doesn’t know yet.”
Levi makes a strange face. “I can still help behind the scenes. She won’t know. Although you two should talk…”
It’s not that Eren doesn’t want to talk to Gabi. But it feels… too big of a news to drop on the day before her wedding. What if this makes her second guess the wedding to begin with? Sure, Eren thinks she might be a little young to be married, but it’s to Falco. There’s no one better for her out there, and he knows what to be fact. Eren simply doesn’t want to mess anything up.
“You’ll be restless if you don’t get to help, won’t you?” Eren smiles.
“Most likely.” Levi nods, leaning in to brush his lips against Eren’s cheek. “What else are my options? Staying cooped up in the room? If that’s what you want me to do, I will put in effort into staying put…but I could be of use. I don’t want you out of my sight.”
“You want to be my little assistant?” Eren grins. “Sorry. I didn’t mean little… ”
Levi deadpans. “Ha ha. Yes, I’ll be your little assistant.”
“Sorry,” Eren chuckles, sliding his hand down to Levi’s chest. “I really didn’t mean it like that…”
“I know you didn’t.” Levi takes Eren’s hand, pressing a kiss to the tips of his fingers. “I mean it though. I will do anything you ask me….except interacting with Zeke. I’d prefer to avoid that. And Mikasa.”
“I’ll deal with Zeke,” Eren chuckles. “I’ll go see if everything is alright with them up there before I start the day. If you want, you could check in with the kitchens if everything is going as planned? We have a caterer but I’m paranoid so I’m having them do food too. We’ll just have endless food if everything aligns.”
Levi nods, smiling and pressing a light kiss to Eren’s lips. “I doubt anyone will say no to endless food…” he trails off and presses another kiss to Eren’s cheek, “I love you.”
Eren smiles. He’s pretty sure his stomach does a flip. His heart certainly races. He never thought he’d hear those words again…
“I love you,” Eren says, capturing Levi’s lips with his own. “My Levi.”
Levi hums against his lips. “How am I supposed to let you leave this bed when you say things like that?”
Eren chuckles, kissing his cheek. “With great difficulty, I assume.”
“You assumed correctly,” Levi wraps his arms around Eren, pulling him back in. “Just another minute. I haven’t had this for too long. I want another minute.” He pointedly buries his nose in Eren’s neck.
“Okay,” Eren smiles, gently brushing his fingers through Levi’s hair. “I’ll skip my morning shower.”
He feels sticky and gross, but, who cares? He prefers staying in bed with Levi.
“Or…I could help you,” Levi points out, pressing a small kiss to his throat, “it’ll cut down on time…and you won’t smell like sex in front of everyone.”
Eren snorts. “I very much doubt that the two of us showering together would cut down time.”
“It would save water?” Levi offers with a smile, cupping Eren’s chin. “I would make it very relaxing for you.”
Eren gives him a knowing look. “It would not save any water, we’d be in there for at least an hour.”
“I can be quick and thorough, you underestimate me,” Levi presses a kiss to Eren’s lips. “I’m not hearing a no…”
“Alright fine,” Eren resigns, “we can shower but after that I really have to get started with the day.”
“Try not to sound too excited,” Levi snorts, pressing another kiss to Eren’s lips before sitting up. “I promise, I’ll let you go after.”
“Will you?” Eren asks, slipping out of bed. He takes Levi’s hand, dragging him along before he wraps his arms around him and pulls him closer.
“If that’s what you want, then how can I refuse?” Levi leans in, stealing a kiss. “It’ll be agony, but I’ll survive.”
Eren laughs. “You’re so dramatic,” he says, kissing Levi’s nose. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Levi squeezes Eren’s hips, pressing another kiss to his lips. “I want to take care of you, even if it means interrupting your busy morning.”
“After the wedding,” Eren starts, “I can train you to take over some of the responsibilities. We’ll spend more time together…”
“I’m a quick learner,” Levi cups Eren’s chin, “and I have a shit ton of money, so you can definitely use it to do something with this place. New paint, for starters…maybe staff. We’d definitely have more time like that.”
“Are you saying there’s something wrong with my walls?” Eren fake gasps.
Levi gives him a very concerned look. Then he frowns. “Oh. You’re joking. Don’t scare me like that…” he chuckles slowly, gently stroking Eren’s cheek. “Your chipped, cracking walls are lovely and certainly add to the mood…and if you want to keep them, that’s fine, I guess….”
Eren snorts, shaking his head. “No way. My pride wants to get in the way of taking your money for this, but at the same time, the hotel needs it. Has been needing it for a while, actually.”
“It was supposed to be for this anyway,” Levi points out quietly. “The money just started adding up. Unlike Erwin, I didn’t spend it on foolish things. All that money, sitting there. It’s yours. And Gabi’s of course. I have no use for it.”
“Don’t tell her that,” Eren rolls his eyes, though there’s a fond smile on his lips. “She’ll take it, leave on an adventure, and never return.”
“I doubt that,” Levi smiles, “I’m sure she loves you too much to do that. But my point stands…” he takes Eren’s hands and squeezes them, “everything I have is yours.”
Sounds like we’re married.
Eren doesn’t say that, though. It’d be crazy. Although they did talk about mating bites, which are technically more permanent than marriage, so… maybe it’s not that crazy. Still. They just got back together, Eren knows better. Plus, they’re running late, so Eren chooses to drag Levi in the shower instead before they linger even more.
True to his word, Levi is quick and, oh, yes, very thorough. Eren’s legs are wobbly when he comes out, but, whatever. When he looks in the mirror, he admires the love bites spread across his neck and chest, wishing he didn’t have to step out of this little cocoon they’ve made.
But alas, duty awaits, and so with great difficulty, Eren parts ways with Levi and starts with his day, getting a few things crossed off his list before he heads to the attic to find his surprise guests…
Only to find out Zeke isn’t there. This can’t be right. It’s far too early for Zeke to be awake.
Hanji and Erwin are up though, playing a strange game of cards. Hanji looks like they’re winning.
“Where’s Zeke?” Eren asks, rolling up the beds when he realizes something, and looks up at Erwin. “You’re not with Armin?”
This seems to infinitely make Erwin’s mood sour.
“Zeke went with….uh, some short girl, Goji? Garbanzo? No idea,” Hanji answers, slapping a card down with a victorious aha and flicking Erwin’s nose before looking back to Eren. “The attic was too peasant for his weak back. I think he slept in her room. Lover boy here was with Armin-chan all night, amirite?” They grin, kicking Erwin, who’s blushing fiercely and avoiding looking at Eren.
“He went to find Mikasa I think….” Erwin adds quietly, setting down another card and flicking Hanji’s forehead. What the hell are they playing?
Wait, is Goji and Garbanzo supposed to be Gabi?
“Gabi?” Eren frowns. “Is that who he went with?”
“Gabi!” Hanji snaps their fingers and nods, humming. “Yes. That sounds right. Gabi. That’s who he went with. I think he’s probably still there. He told a hilarious goat story.”
Eren deadpans. Of course.
“So,” Hanji grins, “you and Levi? You…spent the night together? Was it nice?”
Eren’s face flushes to what he’s sure is a deep red. He definitely doesn’t know these people enough to answer that question. And one of them is Levi’s husband… no, ex-husband. Even if they never really were truly together, this is still a man who’s lived with Levi for more than 20 years. 20 years Eren will never get back. He can’t help but feel… jealous of him, even after everything.
It’s stupid, but…
“You’ve broken him,” Erwin notes, flicking Hanji’s forehead.
“I have not!”
“I’m alright,” Eren assures, though…
“So I take it that it was nice?” Hanji continues, watching Eren through the big goggles they wear.
“You’re asking intrusive questions,” Erwin whispers. “Does our presence here bother you? We can leave.”
“No!” Eren exclaims, wincing at how loud he’s just been. “Sorry. No. I just came to clean the place up and tell you that tonight you’ll have a room. If you need one.”
“I’ve kinda grown attached to the attic,” Hanji grins.
Erwin gives them a look. “I will most likely be staying with Armin.” He looks down, clearing his throat. Even in the dark, the flush to his cheeks is apparent. “The room should go to someone who really needs it. Thank you again for your hospitality.”
“You’re welcome,” Eren smiles. He still feels awkward, but he pushes the feeling far away. “Is there anything I can get either of you?”
Hanji hums dramatically and then shakes their head. “Nothing. Well…” they pause, “my husband will probably be arriving…some time today or tomorrow. I kinda forgot to tell him I came here, but he’s probably realized by now where I am. What else….? Nope. That’s it. Do you need help? I’m shocked Levi let you out of his sight.”
Is it rude that Eren’s kinda surprised Hanji has a husband?
Well, it’d definitely be rude to say something about it…
“Are you sure you don’t want the room? Would your husband… like the attic?” Eren asks. Then again, if they’re like Hanji…
Hanji pouts. “On second thought, I’ll take the room. He will be very upset with me if I doom him to an attic. He doesn’t like the dark, and he’d probably scold me…”
“Do you need help?” Erwin stands up, motioning to the bed rolls. “We’ve been rude guests.”
“No, it’s fine,” Eren shakes his head. “You’re guests, you’re not supposed to help…”
“Oh.” Erwin frowns. “Well. You could call it reparations, I suppose.”
Hanji laughs, standing and throwing an arm around Erwin’s shoulders. “Ignore him. He’s very moody without Armin. That cutie’s done wonders for his temperament!”
“I’m not a dog,” Erwin mumbles.
“I probably shouldn’t be telling you this,” Eren starts, “but he’s never been with an alpha before. You must be pretty special.”
Erwin’s face turns into a damn lamp from how brightly it flushes. “Really?”
Hanji giggles, elbowing Erwin. “I told you. I can sense this sort of thing,” they explain to Eren with a devious grin, “bet you weren’t with an alpha before Levi either. He refused to tell me anything about the boinking y’all did on this magical island…but I’m starting to see the appeal.”
“Levi is the first and only alpha I’ve been with,” Eren tells them, snorting about the boinking. He can only imagine the face Levi would make at that word. “I actually thought I’d never be with an alpha before him.”
Hanji hums. “I’m not surprised. They’re all a rowdy bunch aren’t they?” They pause and smile, patting Erwin on the shoulder. “Except you. You’re very demure. And I guess Levi but…” they grin, “bet he’s rowdy with you, huh Eren?”
Eren’s face flushes. He hopes the darkness of the attic hides it. “He’s a gentleman…”
“I doubt it….” Hanji giggles. “Those marks on your neck are very ungentlemanly.”
Eren almost instinctively covers his neck.
“Stop bullying him,” Erwin clears his throat, “although it’s true, those marks are concerning. I didn’t think he had it in him. Good for you both. You must be thrilled.”
Thrilled because Levi knows how to mark him?
Well, actually…
“I am,” Eren admits. “Thank you,” he adds, awkwardly. “I’m… going to go now, check on the rest of the hotel…”
“Oh right!” Hanji laughs, nudging Eren. “Sorry. Guess you can’t stay here with us gossip hens talking forever! Go before Levi kills us for keeping you away from him. Now that you two are together and all, that means you’re a part of our pack, which also means, I will tease you indefinitely. Thought you should know!”
“That’s… great?”
Eren’s not so sure.
“It is!” Hanji agrees with a grin. “Glad we’re on the same page. If you need any help, I’m very good. Jack of all trades. I even fixed the janky sink on the second floor.”
Huh?
“Fixed,” Erwin mutters with a snort.
Eren grimaces. “I… better go check on that now.”
Erwin nods in agreement. “Yes. That would be a good idea.”
“Also, Jean’s friends are loose on this island somewhere and they’re crazy people,” Hanji whispers, “you should also find them or set your alpha on them!”
Eren frowns. Crazy people? This coming from Hanji seems a little terrifying. “I’ll… add that to my to-do list…”
“There’s a bald one and uh…a hair one,” Hanji nods, “I’m not good with names. We can definitely help if you need it! You’re looking pretty swamped…”
Eren shakes his head. “Thank you. It’s okay. I can handle it. Enjoy your stay here. You can go back to, um, playing that strange game…”
Hanji grins. “You can join us later if you want!”
“I doubt Levi will want him hanging out with us instead of with him,” Erwin mumbles, setting the cards aside.
Hanji shrugs. “You can bring your man! You two can ogle each other and be disgusting!”
Eren imagines Levi playing that strange game and he snorts. No way in hell Levi would let his nose or forehead be flicked unprompted. Still, the thought amuses him and brings a smile back to his lips, as it always does when he thinks of Levi nowadays. “I’ll see if we’re not too busy later,” he says, nodding at the both of them before he bids them goodbye and leaves the attic before he finds himself staying there any longer.
There’s still a smile on his face though, as he thinks of Levi and how Hanji referred to him.
Your man.
Yes, Levi is his man.
Hopefully forever.
Chapter 6
Notes:
apologies for the delay, we've been writing a lot of things for pride month, but enjoy this chapter! there's more smut because eren & levi can't keep their hands off each other 🥰
updates will be more frequent, we've pretty much finished writing this and started on a prequel & sequel!
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Gabi
On her way out of bed, Gabi trips over Zeke. Shockingly enough, the man doesn’t wake up, simply turns and continues snoring like his life depends on it. Which, it probably does. Gabi rolls her eyes and makes her way to the bathroom, splashing water on her face. It’s too early to be awake and she barely got any sleep thanks to Falco’s disappearance and Zeke’s constant snoring, but, whatever. This is the day before her wedding. She has things to do. Plus, she told Marco she’d meet him in the morning to start baking and cooking, so…
She yawns and starts brushing her teeth, eyes half open. She barely registers when Falco enters the room, until she feels his arms wrap around her from behind.
“You should come back to bed,” Falco mumbles.
“I have to go see my dads,” Gabi tells him, mouth full of toothpaste.
“You call them your dads now?”
Gabi’s face flushes. “Well, I haven’t figured out which one is my dad yet, so…”
And she’s not sure she wants to figure it out anymore, actually. She knows that’s totally problematic, but, she kind of wants all of them to be her dad, so…
God, how will she break the news to her mom…
“Do I really have to go to the bachelor’s party tonight?” Falco asks, grimacing.
“Yes! It’s an important part of a wedding.”
“We wouldn’t have to do that if we eloped…” Falco grumbles. “I don’t want to celebrate my last night of being unattached to you.”
“Well, you have to!” Gabi insists, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing her mouth. “Udo spent a lot of time planning this! He’d be very disappointed!”
“Can’t I just come to your bachelorette party…” Falco asks with a pout Gabi always has trouble resisting. So she shrieks and covers it with her hand before it can sway her.
“No! Women only!” Gabi says, before she reaches over and turns on the shower.
Falco takes Gabi’s hand, pouting still. “Can I join your shower at least…”
“Fine… but no wandering hands!” She warns, pointing at his face. “Uncle Zeke will not hear us having sex!” She adds in an aggressive whisper.
“I wasn’t going to try anything,” Falco mumbles, cheeks pink.
“You forget I can smell you,” Gabi whispers, jabbing Falco in the chest.
“I’ll get Zeke to leave,” Falco suddenly declares, exiting the bathroom, face red.
Gabi snickers, shaking her head before she strips and gets in the shower. She takes her sweet time to give Falco the opportunity to join her, but by the time she’s finished, Falco hasn’t joined, and his caramel scent is definitely gone.
She frowns, getting quickly dressed and exiting the bathroom to find Falco and Zeke sitting in bed, engaged in what seems to be a very intense conversation. On Zeke’s end, anyway. Falco looks miserable.
She gives him an apologetic smile before she escapes the room. She’s already late, and can’t have Zeke ambush her, so… Sorry, Falco.
She heads to the kitchens to find Marco and Jean already there, preparing… something. Well. Marco is preparing something. Jean just looks lost.
“Hi!” She says, reaching for an apron. “Sorry I’m late! What are you making?”
“Good morning!” Marco beams, handing her a chef’s hat. “For you. I had an extra one with me. I thought we could make a simple breakfast for you and Jean, so, pancakes? I also thought we’d get started on brownies! Consider it trial brownies to make sure they’ll be good for the wedding. Every wedding should have brownies.”
“Why do we need trial brownies…” Jean mumbles, dipping his finger in a bowl of flour before Marco smacks his hand with a wooden spoon. “Ow, that hurt!”
Marco gives him a chiding look before smiling at Gabi. “Ready?”
“Weren’t you supposed to guard the door?” She asks Jean with a bright grin.
Jean makes a face, looking away. Huh? And Marco looks down, his cheeks reddening.
Suspicious…
“I…needed help,” Marco explains, sounding incredibly sheepish. Why? “I got bored.”
“I could…guard,” Jean shrugs, clearing his throat, “I’m kinda useless here anyway. But guarding’s also pretty boring…I’d rather watch you two make things and give it to me to eat. I could be a taste tester!”
“Maybe Levi could get here and guard the door,” Gabi snickers.
“Ugh,” Jean groans, “all three dad potentials in one space is asking to get caught.”
Marco smiles. “I think that’d be lovely, Gabi. I don’t think he’d mind.”
“Maybe he’s too busy with Mom,” Gabi giggles.
Marco’s face turns a bright shade of red. “Well….then we won’t need a guard! Time to bake,” he hurriedly starts to organize the counters with the necessary ingredients.
Jean snorts. “Watch your words Gabi, we have a prude on our hands.”
“I’m not a prude!”
Gabi snorts. “Yeah, Marco talked a lot yesterday about what he did with Mom for a prude.”
“H-hey!” Marco throws a hand towel in Gabi’s direction. “This is a sacred space, we don’t discuss that here…”
Jean smirks, nudging Gabi. “You know, you definitely inherited being a little shit from me.”
Gabi grins. “Mom says I inherited that from him.”
“Well, he’s also a little shit but, so am I.”
Marco sighs exasperatedly. “Can you two be little shits and help me at the same time?”
Jean clears his throat, standing up straighter and rushing over to help Marco get out the necessary pans. Marco winks at Gabi and steps over.
“How are you feeling about the wedding, Gabi? It’s any day now, right?”
“It’s tomorrow,” Gabi says. “And I feel okay,” she adds, staring at the bowl Marco’s holding. “Falco and I have been planning to get married since we were 12.”
Marco gasps. “Really? That’s so cute…aw…” he smiles, staring away. “I had a wedding binder, you know? When I was young. Dream outfits, bouquet, colors, venue, food, music, all of it. Planned to the last detail. What you two have…” he looks back to Gabi, “it’s beautiful. You’re lucky to have each other.”
“You don’t have anyone?” Gabi asks.
Marco shakes his head, smiling. But she doesn’t miss the way his eyes drift over to Jean, who’s struggling to organize the pans on the counter. “I don’t. It just…didn’t align for me, I suppose. I still have the binder though. Somewhere in my attic, I’m sure. I wanted to bake for my own wedding, but this is even better,” he grins excitedly at Gabi, “baking for yours? Nothing could make me happier.”
Gabi smiles. She does feel sad Marco doesn’t have someone the way she has Falco, but maybe… maybe Marco can borrow some of that island magic and find himself someone here too. Maybe so can Jean…
She doesn’t get to say that, though, because suddenly the doors to the kitchens open and Levi’s suddenly standing there. She freezes, thinking Eren will soon follow, but the doors close and there’s no sign of her mom.
Thank god.
“What the fuck is all of this….” Levi stares around the kitchen. He somehow looks even grouchier than usual. Did he not have a good time with her mom yesterday…?
“We’re baking!” Marco exclaims, brightly. He doesn’t seem to mind it the slightest.
Levi hums, walking in and eyeing the pans that Jean had set out. He makes a face, picking one up. “This is disgusting. There’s still grease on this. You should wash it.”
Jean scowls. “Me? Why the hell should it be me? You do it.”
Levi stares him down. “I’m not the one baking.”
Marco sighs. “Guys. Don’t argue. Jean, could you please help me clean these? I don’t want to eat gross brownies….”
Jean shrugs. “Sure. I guess. Whatever.”
Levi eyes Gabi. He seems less… frown-y, now that he’s looking at her. “You should talk to your mom. Lying for you is starting to turn me grey. He told me everything last night and… keeping a straight face was hard.”
Jean snorts. “That’s your regular face…”
Levi ignores him.
“But I’m not ready to tell Mom! Can’t I just… do it after the wedding? It’s tomorrow,” Gabi pauses, looking at Levi with pleading eyes that she hopes will work on him. “Please? Just… don’t talk about me with Mom. Then you don’t have to lie.”
“God, you two are the same,” Levi sighs, rubbing his forehead. “Fine. But…do it, you hear me? He’s going to know. He’s a terrible liar but so am I. Keeping secrets never lasts long on this island.”
“Shouldn’t be that hard,” Marco chimes in, “we’ve managed thus far!”
“Yeah but now Levi is back with Mom,” Gabi points out, a smirk on her lips. “Aren’t you?”
To his credit, Levi manages to stay silent for about 10 seconds before he nods. “Yes. I am. I’d like to keep it that way.”
“You shouldn’t worry,” Gabi tells Levi with a smile, “Mom really loves you. I read it in his diary.”
Levi’s face turns into an uncharacteristic and bright shade of pink. Jean snorts and mumbles something like dork, which Levi promptly ignores. “This is new,” Levi mumbles. “And I don’t want to upset him. You’re his daughter, and I don’t want to betray your trust either.”
“We’ll be okay,” Marco wraps an arm around Gabi’s shoulders and even dares to pull Levi closer, “we’re all in this together now.”
“Through the power of island magic and flings,” Jean adds, immediately getting a sour face from Marco.
Gabi would like to say that Eren won’t be upset, but frankly, she thinks that he will. Hence why she wants to avoid the subject altogether. Eren can be really terrifying when angry, so…
“You really think this island is magic?” Gabi asks.
“Of course it is!” Marco exclaims. “What else would it be?”
“The consequences of our actions?” Jean offers, to which Marco immediately frowns at.
“No matter what happens,” Levi starts, “you won’t be alone. If something does go wrong, then we’ll both face Eren’s wrath.”
Gabi perks up. “Really?”
“Yes. I can distract him and you can run away.” Levi’s obviously teasing from the small smile on his face, but it’s a reasonable option. Maybe even a necessary one…
“At the end of the day, she’s his kid,” Jean scoffs, “and you’re a schmuck. He’ll definitely kick you to the curb before her.”
“Be nice!” Marco throws a spoon at Jean.
“I don’t think he’ll kick you to the curb,” Gabi assures Levi. “Jean is just being dramatic.”
“I’m not dramatic,” Jean scoffs, crossing his arms.
Levi ignores him yet again and smiles at Gabi. “Probably not, but we’ll see,” he says, then takes a look around the kitchen and hums. “So….did you people kick out the cooks to bake?”
Marco laughs nervously. “I’ve actually been here since very early this morning. They finished up everything and packed it away. Something about stupid caterers getting in the way later? They’re very nice ladies.”
Levi sighs. “Eren was worried about that. This wedding is going to have a lot of food.”
“No one will complain about there being too much food,” Gabi points out. “Especially since we’re making even more…”
“This reminds me of Sunday mornings with my mom,” Marco smiles brightly, “nothing beats cooking together.”
Even Jean cracks a smile. “My mom wouldn’t let me help. I was a pretty chunky kid, I’d steal bites when she’d turn her back and it’d fuck up the portions so she put me in ‘chair jail’ and I wasn’t allowed out of it.”
Levi snorts.
“What about you?” Marco asks Levi, clearly trying to include him. Though, this only seems to make him shrink away from them. Gabi doesn’t understand why.
“I don’t remember much,” Levi says, quietly. Looks away, too.
“Oh come on,” Marco nudges Levi.
Finally, he relents with a sigh. “I used to have tea time with my mom. Almost every afternoon, she’d ask me to pick out a tea, show me how to make it and we’d sit together and have it with pastries. It’s something I wouldn’t mind continuing,” his eyes drift over to Gabi, “if you would like.”
Gabi grins. She moves over and grabs Levi’s arm, not at all mindful of the flour she has on her hands. “Really?”
Levi stares at her hand but doesn’t pull away from her, he only smiles and pats her hand gently, then says, “Yes. Really.”
“Where the hell are the dads in our stories…” Jean mumbles, scratching the back of his head.
“Don’t have one,” Levi shrugs.
Marco smiles. “He was always working.”
Jean hums. “So was mine. Figures we’d all end up sharing a kid…”
Gabi grins. It’s crazy, but she really does want all three dads to be hers. After having none for all of her life, though, is it so crazy that she’d want to keep all of them?
“Alright,” Gabi starts, “one of you has to go outside and guard the kitchens in case Mom comes,” she says, “not Marco,” she adds, staring between Levi and Jean.
Jean crosses his arms. “I was here first.”
“Child,” Levi rolls his eyes, heading toward the kitchen doors, “I have the best chances of stopping him from coming in here. I’ll do it. Don’t take too long.”
Marco salutes with a grin. “We’ll behave, so,” he turns to Gabi, “ready to have the best brownies of your life?”
Levi
Levi leans against the doors outside, trying to ignore the sounds coming from inside the kitchen. They’re being too loud. He can hear Jean’s stupid neighing laugh, but in all of that, he can also hear Gabi giggling.
It’s nice to hear her laugh. Between ordering her to talk about something very personal and difficult with Eren and also finding out that her mother is now sleeping with one of the potential fathers again, Gabi’s taking all of this very well.
He’s glad.
But the inner peace is short lived, because he spots Eren coming over. He harshly knocks on the door with a closed fist and crosses his arms. They’ll have five minutes give or take to fuck off. Hopefully, they understand that’s what the rapid knocks mean, to fuck off. They didn’t have the time to discuss code. Fuck, they should’ve.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” he says stupidly the moment Eren is close enough. Jeez, can he not do better than this?
“Why?” Eren chuckles. “Should I not be here?”
“I didn’t say that,” Levi blurts out. God, he’s terrible at this. Pushing himself away from the door, he wraps his arms around Eren’s waist. He’ll be a distraction. He can do this. “I just meant…you were very eager to get away from me this morning and work,” he teases. Hopefully it’ll rile up Eren enough to give the idiots time to escape. Idiots, excluding Gabi.
Eren pouts. “I was not eager to get away from you…”
Levi presses a kiss to the pretty pout on Eren’s lips. “I’d hope not. I missed you.” Even though they’d been apart only for a short while. “And I thought—”
A sharp clang comes from inside and Levi freezes. Those idiots.
He clears his throat. “I thought it’d be nice to spend lunch together. A quick one.”
“Okay,” Eren smiles, moving towards the kitchen. “I can go make us something—”
“No.” Levi shakes his head. “You’ve been doing enough. Remember those nice stalls?” Levi hated those stalls. Still does. But ah, what wouldn’t he do for Gabi… “We can get something from there…support local businesses…and such.”
Eren raises a brow. “You’re acting suspicious.”
Fuck.
“I’m not,” Levi gently squeezes Eren’s waist, “I’m looking forward to having a date with you.”
“Thought it was supposed to be a quick lunch,” Eren teases.
“A date and quick lunch,” Levi smiles, “what, it can’t be both? If we’re together, then it’s a date.”
Eren hums, finally relaxing under his touch. “Alright, mister. We can go get lunch.”
Good god this had him sweating bullets.
Smiling, he presses a light kiss to Eren’s lips and pulls him away from the kitchen doors. At last. “Did you finish the work you wanted to get to?”
“More work has come,” Eren rolls his eyes. “I have some windows to fix later.”
“Do you want help?” Levi offers. “I can fix windows. I’m efficient with my hands,” he adds, giving Eren a suggestive look.
Eren returns it. His scent spikes, too. In that alluring, enticing way of his. The air is suddenly hot and heavy around him and his heart skips a beat, Eren’s scent laced with hints of arousal Levi simply cannot ignore.
“Yes,” Eren starts, “you were very efficient this morning…”
Fuck.
Levi’s face flushes, even though he started this. But Eren’s scent does things to him. Unholy things, really. “This lunch date will get significantly longer if you entice me with your scent like that.”
“Me?” Eren feigns ignorance. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Yes you are,” Levi pulls Eren closer to him by the arm. “You’re being very devious. I’m not sure I want lunch anymore… I’d rather eat something else.”
Eren blushes, his scent becoming sweeter and sweeter, filled with need and want and fuck, it’s intoxicating.
“Levi…”
“You make this…very, very difficult,” Levi pulls Eren off the path where they’re hidden by a tree and connects their lips into a deep, desperate kiss. Eren’s scent is getting in his head. He thought he’d be able to stay rational and level-headed but there’s absolutely no way. Not when Eren smells this sweet and inviting.
He kisses him like there’s no tomorrow, like Eren is oxygen and Levi hasn’t been able to breathe. Too easily he slips his tongue in his omega’s mouth, a low groan leaving his lips as he presses his body against Eren’s and grinds his half-hard length into his thigh. Eren is quick to respond, a beautiful moan crashing against Levi’s lips as he grinds up against him, biting down on Levi’s lip and shuddering with pleasure.
Eren is breathless when he pulls away, a bright flush on his face. “We haven’t changed at all. Can’t even spend one minute together without jumping at each other…”
“Of course we haven’t,” Levi murmurs, latching onto Eren’s neck and sucking a bright, red mark into the soft skin beneath Eren’s jaw. “I love you. That will never change. Your scent will always do unfathomable fucking things to me. I can’t be near you and not touch you.”
“I can see that,” Eren notes. “I can feel that… god, Levi…”
“You should turn around,” Levi whispers against Eren’s skin, biting his neck gently. “We can be quick.”
“Outside?” Eren looks scandalized, but his scent tells a different story. “You’re crazy…”
“I need you,” Levi groans, resting his forehead against Eren’s shoulder. “I need you, sweet boy,” his hand slips up Eren’s shirt, stroking his abdomen, “let me take care of you.” He brushes his lips against Eren’s, grinding against him once more. “You want me, too. I can tell…”
“Of course I do,” Eren breathes out, “but…” he trails off, then adds, “oh, fuck it,” and takes Levi’s hand, dragging him through a short path until they reach what Levi instantly recognizes as the goat house. He pulls Levi in, kicking the door shut before he pushes Levi onto the bed he fell on the day before. Eren takes his shirt off before he straddles him, making a point of grinding down harshly. “Make it hard and quick.”
God, Levi is… so very attracted to him right now. He’s not sure he’s taken a breath for the past two minutes. “You’re so fucking beautiful…” he breathes out, reaching for Eren’s neck, dragging him down roughly for a deep, messy kiss.
What happens next is a blur. Their clothes end up all over the damn goat house, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is bringing Eren down on him until their hips are flush and all of Levi is inside his perfect omega. His breath hitches against Eren’s lips and he moans, breathless and flushed. The others have definitely left the kitchens by now, they’re probably wondering what the fuck happened to him….
It doesn’t matter. All that matters is Eren, writhing and bouncing on top of him with need. All for him.
“You’re mine,” Levi moans, biting into Eren’s lower lip.
“Fuck,” Eren groans, fingers digging in Levi’s shoulders. “Yes, I am. Your omega.”
“I want to mark you everywhere,” Levi groans, digging his fingers harshly into Eren’s hips. They twitch beneath his grip and that only serves to drive him up a wall. Eren looks beautiful on top of him, flushed and releasing pheromones so damn sweet, it only encourages Levi to set a quick and harsh pace.
With how wet Eren is, it’s no trouble at all…
Still, impatience gnaws at him. He rolls them over at some point, careful not to hurt his omega. Propping his arms on either side of Eren’s head, he connects their lips into a messy kiss, the rhythm and pace faltering. He’s still overly sensitive when it comes to Eren, and honestly, he won’t last long.
Neither will Eren, Levi can feel it.
His legs tremble as they wrap around Levi’s waist, his hips shaking against Levi’s and his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweet sounds escape him that Levi muffles with his lips in fear of being heard, of being found. Because he knows if anyone saw his omega like this right now, he’d tear their throats out, and honestly, Levi doesn’t want to end up in prison only one day after finally getting back together with the love of his life.
Eren chants his name in a quiet whisper, digging his nails into Levi’s back as his mouth falls open in a silent moan. He tightens around Levi and the heat in Levi’s stomach only grows more unbearable until his climax washes over him in a sudden wave. Not waiting a moment longer, he wraps his hand around Eren’s erection and gives it a few sharp tugs, getting his omega to cum with him.
“Fuck…” he bites into Eren’s neck, continuing to roll his hips against Eren’s until they’re both breathing heavily and riding off their high, and Levi’s knot starts to inflate.
With the fog of desire wearing off, Levi groans when he realizes they fucked in the damn goat house. Disgusting. But Eren feels so damn good… God. Levi nuzzles into his neck, pressing gentle kisses to where he left harsh bites.
“Are you okay?” He leans away the slightest to look at Eren. “I’m sorry…I don’t know what came over me.”
Eren chuckles, wrapping his arms around Levi’s neck. “Are you really sorry? I’m not.”
“Well…” Levi smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to Eren’s forehead. “I wouldn’t say I’m sorry but…it was abrupt and doing this…here,” he takes a look around with a grimace, “wasn’t what I planned.”
Not that it ever stopped them when the mood hit. They really haven’t changed, huh.
Eren snorts. “You wanted to do it against a tree ,” he points out. “This is better.”
“Look….” Levi’s face bursts with heat. That was actually very unlike him. A tree of all things. All the splinters and bugs…. “I was in a mood,” he clears his throat, “can you blame me? Your scent has always been my weakness.”
“Mm, yes,” Eren smiles, and it looks beautifully coy. “This is all my fault.”
“It is,” Levi presses a kiss to Eren’s cheek, “completely, and utterly your fault,” he brushes another kiss to Eren’s lips, “and I love you for it. I’m sorry about lunch…I could go and make you something.”
Now that the kitchen probably isn’t occupied by gremlins.
“Oh?” Eren raises a brow, a smile still dancing on his lips. “What about the stalls you so love?”
Levi makes a face. “You know I’d never love anything more than I so love you,” he teases, pressing a kiss to Eren’s cheek before adjusting their positions to be more comfortable. “And you know I hate those fucking stalls. I only suggested it because you always looked so happy getting food from there.”
And, he was panicking and needed to get Eren away from the kitchen. And then his dick was hard. A lot happened.
“Street food is the best food,” Eren grins. “Well, no, you’re the best food.”
Levi’s face flushes and he groans. “Don’t start or we’ll be stuck in this goat house until nightfall…”
He’s already having a hard time pulling away from Eren but the moment his knot goes down, he forces himself to stand and retrieve their clothes. They’re bound to get caught the longer they stay.
Eren follows suit, taking the pants Levi hands him. “I always hate when we have to put our clothes back on.”
“I’d rather you stay naked, too,” Levi teases with a small smile, “maybe tonight…we could revisit this and…ban clothes. At least in your room.”
Eren grins. “Oh, yes. Clothes should absolutely be banned in our room.”
Our.
Levi’s heart does something ridiculous and embarrassing: it flutters. At his fucking age.
But god, it’s a natural effect of being around Eren.
“Then it’s agreed. Tonight. I better not see you with any clothes on.”
Eren puts his shirt back on, then wraps his arms around Levi, pulling him closer. He has a bright smile on his lips, and his eyes are glistening with excitement. “You got it.”
Levi presses a fond kiss to Eren’s lips before wrapping an arm around his waist and guiding him out of the goat house in what he hopes is a discreet manner.
“So, food stalls? You’ve earned it.”
“For what?” Eren snorts. “Being good at fucking?”
Levi bites back a laugh and squeezes Eren’s hip. “Yes. You deserve it. You were very good.”
Eren gives him a knowing look, and his scent shifts again into something sweeter. “You know what praise does to me….”
“I do.”
Is he playing with fire, right now? A little bit. Perhaps even more than a little bit. Still, he pulls Eren closer, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek before he adds, “you deserve it…I’ll reward you later. I promise.”
“It’ll be another late night tonight,” Eren says, letting out a heavy sigh. “It’s the bachelor and bachelorette party… I expect a lot of chaos.”
“Fun, chaos I hope? I never had one, so I’m not sure what to expect…do you need help with any of the planning or is it already complete?”
“It’s all planned and ready,” Eren tells him. “But I could use your help making sure it doesn’t completely devolve… Would you mind watching over Gabi’s? I can do Falco’s.”
“I can do that…” Levi trails off, “what do I get in return?”
He’s a horrible person for using his (potential) kid’s bachelorette to garner favor, but whatever.
Eren takes Levi’s hand, lacing their fingers. He has a coy smile on his lips, then asks, “what do you want?”
“Always you,” Levi brings Eren’s hand to his lips, kissing it softly. “Uninterrupted hours with you. I’m sure I’ll find ways to fill the time.”
Eren hums. “With what, I wonder.”
“I’ll think of something,” Levi leans over, pressing his lips to Eren’s cheek. “I’m sure you’ll like it too.” He comes to a stop and stares ahead at the disgusting food stalls ahead. “Ah. One of your favorite stalls…I have enough on me to buy you everything he has, you should treat yourself.”
“Woooow,” Eren teases. “An alpha with a lot of money, what more could I possibly need…”
Levi rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling when he gently nudges Eren forward. “And it’s all for you, my lovely omega. For all the hard work you did.”
“Never thought I’d get properly paid for that work,” Eren mumbles, before he orders three different sandwiches and a drink.
“That’ll change,” Levi gently places a hand to Eren’s lower back. “With time…” he pauses to reach for his wallet, handing the smiling man enough for the food and extra. He gives Eren a fond look. “You really love your stall food, don’t you?”
Eren is already devouring his first sandwich. “Yesh.”
This shouldn’t turn him on. And yet. He has to look away. He will not ruin Eren’s enjoyment of food with his alpha nonsense. Is his rut nearing? He shouldn’t be feeling like this right after they fucked.
But he looks so cute…
Christ.
“Good,” he clears his throat, nodding and gently guiding Eren back on the path and away from a group of people they nearly bump into. “I’ll get you anything you want.”
“Do you want some?” Eren asks, offering him one of his sandwiches.
He definitely wants something right now and it’s not a sandwich. Still, he smiles and shakes his head. “No. You look like you’re really enjoying it…I’d rather you eat.”
“You still need food, you know,” Eren says, taking a large bite. “Sex is not food.”
“I find our activity and your presence very nourishing,” Levi insists, “don’t you worry…I eat. Wouldn’t want to run out of energy when you demand to get fucked hard and quick .”
Eren blushes all the way to his neck. “Levi…”
“You’re the one who said it,” Levi smiles, pulling Eren closer to him. “It was very arousing. I’d forgotten how bossy you can be when you want something.”
“Uh-uh. So are you, mister.”
Levi scoffs with mock offense. “ Me? Can’t be right. Although…” he shrugs, “I guess when I really want something, I can be.”
Eren gives him a knowing look. “Um, did you forget that night after the beach party?”
Levi’s face immediately flushes as his mind flashes to a night 20 years ago when Eren smelled particularly delicious and looked divine, wearing tight black jean shorts and an equally tight black shirt, hugging his curves in all the right places. “Fuck. I can’t believe you still remember that….that doesn’t count. I was in a mood.”
Eren smirks. “You’re in a mood often, it seems.”
“Yes, it’s your fault,” Levi nudges him, “I’m only in a mood when you’re around. Now finish your sandwich before one of my moods comes around.”
Eren laughs. “See? Bossy.”
He got him there. Levi looks away, his cheeks heating up. “Touché. You bring it out in me.”
“Don’t worry,” Eren says, taking a large bite of his sandwich. “It’s hot.”
Levi has to keep his eyes forward or his mind will wander and then, they’ll be back up against that fucking tree. “Yes. I know you find it hot. Your scent gives it away.”
Eren hums, finishing his first sandwich. He then immediately goes to his second, devouring it just as much as the first. “My scent you can’t resist?”
“Mhm. The very same one.” And it’s only getting worse. He’d forgotten how intense it was…to constantly be around the scent of someone he can’t bear to be away from. To go from being revolted by everyone’s scent to suddenly finding the perfect one…it had caught him off guard. It’s no different now. He’d gotten so used to tuning out Erwin’s mild scent that to be around Eren’s again….
It’s really taking a lot of willpower to stay focused.
“Wouldn’t have taken you for someone who enjoys being ordered around,” Levi teases lightly.
“Only when it’s you,” Eren points out. “Everyone else can fuck off.”
“Yes, I know,” Levi chuckles, “you never took well to being told what to do. It’s one of the many things that made me fall in love with you.”
Eren grins, nudging Levi with his elbow. “You should tell me the other things.”
Levi hums, wrapping an arm around Eren’s waist to pull him closer. “We’d be out here all day if I even tried…there’s too much about you that I love. It’s almost unfair.”
“Is it?” Eren chuckles. “I think it’s very fair…”
“And why is that? You enjoy seeing me fumble around like a moron?” Levi smiles. “Is that it?”
Eren grins. “Yes.”
“Cruel,” Levi shakes his head, “you’re lucky that’s one of the things I love about you…there, now you know another. I also am very fond of the fiendish way you eat…” he trails off, gently wiping sauce off the corner of Eren’s mouth.
“What does that mean?” Eren asks, brows narrowed. “I eat normally.”
“No you don’t. But I love it,” Levi smiles, leaning closer to press a kiss to Eren’s cheek.
What doesn’t he love about Eren? It’s as if he was made for Levi. No, not as if —Levi is convinced, Eren was made for him. Eren and his beautiful smiles and his mesmerizing eyes and his perfect chocolate scent, always wrapping around Levi in such a sweet, addictive way. Eren and his fiery passion, his determination and the undeniable way he sets Levi’s soul at ease.
God, Levi loves him enough to agree to oversee a bachelorette.
But fuck, what has he agreed to?
Chapter 7
Notes:
enjoy this chapter, the end is really sweet!
Chapter Text
Eren
The first thought Eren has once he’s been at Falco’s bachelor party for more than 5 minutes is that he misses Levi.
It’s silly. He’s spent over 20 years of his life without him, and yet now, any time apart feels… excruciating.
Alright, he’s exaggerating. Only slightly, though. He’d love to blame this on the fact that his heat is coming, but, he knows better. Now that he has Levi back, he wants to be practically glued to the alpha… forever.
God, he would not survive losing Levi again.
Eren shakes his head at the thought; now is not the time to be thinking about losing the love of his life for a second time.
Of course, though, his emotions must’ve shown on his face, because Armin lightly nudges his arm.
“Are you alright?” His friend asks, a soft smile on his lips.
Eren nearly shoots him a glare. Not because of the question, but because he’s jealous. Erwin is practically attached to Armin’s hip, and Eren kind of hates that his friend gets to be with his alpha but he doesn’t.
It’s petty.
Petty and stupid.
And yet…
“I’m fine,” Eren says. “Just tired.”
The excuse everyone uses whenever they don’t want to explain what’s going on…
“He doesn’t want to talk about it,” Erwin points out, gently patting Armin on the back, “should I leave?” He offers Eren, despite the obvious grimace on his face at the prospect of leaving Armin.
“Nonsense!” Hanji throws an arm around Eren’s shoulders. “We’re all besties now! Right, Eren?”
“Sure…”
Hanji grins brightly, squishing Eren. “He’s just a sad meow meow because big hot hunky alpha’s not here.”
“I’m right here,” Erwin interrupts with a frown.
“I’m talking about Levi, you big doof.”
“Oh,” Erwin frowns, “you said big…”
Eren’s face flushes. “I guess he is… in a way….”
Hanji’s mouth falls open. “Oh wow. I never knew. Erwin did you know?”
Erwin shakes his head vigorously.
“Oh woooow,” Hanji hums, patting Eren’s back, “you two wasted no time, huh? I’d watch.”
Eren frowns, staring at Hanji in disbelief. “You’d watch? No.”
Hanji pouts. “It’d be for research purposes only! I’m not into that sort of thing!” They shift their attention to Erwin and Armin. “How ‘bout you two?”
Erwin protectively wraps an arm around Armin, shaking his head. “I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse, too.”
Armin looks… uncomfortable. “I don’t think it’d be a very good idea, and besides, we haven’t yet… um, well…”
“What?” Hanji shrieks. “Why not?! He’s hot! You two should boink.”
“Hanji!” Someone yells, rushing over and grabbing Hanji. “I’m so sorry,” the stranger bows low to everyone, “I just arrived and I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he snaps at Hanji. “I can’t believe you just left without a word!”
Is that the husband…?
Erwin hums, seemingly recognizing the stranger. “Moblit, good to see you.”
Hanji laughs, shrugging. “Whoops? Everyone, meet my darling husband. Isn’t he the cutest?”
“Do you know your… partner wants to watch people mate…” Eren tells Moblit, grimacing a little.
Moblit signs heavily. “Yes. I do. It’s purely for scientific research, I can assure you. Nonetheless, I apologize to any distress they may have caused everyone.”
“Well,” Hanji pouts, “if you dorks aren’t going to let me research then, Moblit! Have sex with me!”
“Hanji!”
Erwin sighs, regarding Eren. “I…am sorry this is happening at the party.”
Eren shrugs. “I don’t think anyone’s noticed what we’ve up to. It looks like they’re doing some sort of weird dance…” he says, looking at the youngsters dancing around the bonfire in a very strange way. Is it a mating dance…?
“Moblit! Let’s do the weird sex dance!” Hanji cackles, grabbing Moblit and dragging him toward the circle of strange dancers.
Erwin hums, looking over to Armin. “Do you want to join them on this strange dance or perhaps… go somewhere more private?”
Eren exchanges a glance with Armin. ‘You’re gonna abandon me?’ He asks. He’s sure Armin understands.
Armin eyes say ‘ sorry ’ before he turns to Erwin and smiles. “We can go sit on the bench over there.”
“Traitor,” Eren mumbles.
Erwin also gives Eren an apologetic look. “I realize this looks distasteful, seeing that I kind of stole your alpha… well, not really, but I’m sure you think of it that way and now I’m stealing your friend, but,” Erwin pauses, “I don’t really have anything else to add.” He drags Armin away promptly after that awkward attempt at an apology.
Levi’s friends are all weird…
Eren sighs.
He wonders what Levi’s doing…
Levi
Levi agreed to overseeing the bachelorette mainly because Eren asked him to. But does he know anything about bachelorettes and what happens at them?
Fuck no.
He expects some unruly behavior, sure, but beyond that? He’s not sure what to expect. The only thing guiding him is the thought of doing this for Eren, but….
The most Levi knows about these sorts of parties is that people get drunk, they get strippers and… there’s loud, loud music. With the gaudy decorations and all. But it’s supposed to be fun. Allegedly.
The obnoxious music he could already hear before he even reached the site, though it honestly feels like it got even louder. It’s grating his nerves, and he already misses Eren and his soothing scent… hopefully if this goes well, they’ll be back in each other's arms before the end of the night.
The entirety of the courtyard of the hotel is taken over with decorations, a buffet spread, drinks, servers and god, the stupid loud music. Very loud. Although, Levi has to admit the place looks nice.
To his surprise, he spots Marco and Jean by the food table, awkwardly standing on the sidelines, sipping from their glasses. Levi approaches slowly and eyes the two. They look suspicious. He assumes it’s because they’re the only three men in a party of like, forty women. Maybe more. Levi didn’t do a headcount.
“What are you two doing here?”
“Hi!” Marco greets excitedly, stumbling over. He’s definitely on the fifth glass of those colorful looking drinks. “Gabi invited us! Isn’t it great! She wanted her dads here…” he pouts, looking to Jean with weepy eyes, “isn’t that the sweetest?”
Okay. So they’re all the “dads” now.
Jean snorts. “Whatever. Just came here to keep watch…” he then eyes Levi, wrinkling his nose. “you smell.”
Levi quickly looks away, while Marco stares at him inquisitively, before saying, way too loudly, “you two fucked!”
“Shut up,” Levi hisses. Christ, a drunk Marco has zero filter.
“Oh right, shhh,” Marco grins, nudging Jean repeatedly. “They did it.”
“Yeah, Marco. I know— wait, why are they looking at us like that?”
Levi follows Jean’s line of sight and looks to find a group of women… staring at them. What the fuck. Did Eren not warn Gabi that he’d be here?
To his horror, the crowd swirls around Jean and Marco and picks them up. Thankfully, they take one look at Levi and decide against doing the same to him. Thank fucking god. He’s not being touched or picked up by anyone . His glare and scent must’ve communicated that.
Jean screams, Marco laughs excitedly.
Levi doesn’t know what he’s witnessing, but from the looks of it… they’re getting tied to a tree.
And… stripped?
Levi finds Gabi and slowly approaches her. “Is this what you do at bachelorette parties? Snatch men and strip them like a sacrifice?”
This explains the lack of strippers…
“I don’t know,” Gabi giggles, sipping on a fruity drink. “You haven’t gotten snatched,” she notes.
“Of course I haven’t,” he gives her an offended look that she’d even consider it, “like I’d let anyone get near me and strip me… hell. Are you having fun?”
Marco and Jean sure look like they are. Marco more so than Jean.
“Mhm,” Gabi nods, sipping some more. “Are you here because Mom asked you to?”
Levi gives her a look before picking up one of those radioactive looking drinks and sipping from it. “He might have. I’m assuming, to ensure stuff like this,” he gestures at Marco and Jean, “doesn’t get too out of hand.”
“It’s a bachelorette party,” Gabi snorts. “It’s meant to get out of hand.”
“Then why aren’t you with them?” He nods his head at the crowd. “Doing shots and dancing and being crazy?”
Not that he should be encouraging any of that, but it’s her party.
“I miss Falco…” she mumbles, cheeks red.
Oh? Levi looks at her, surprised. Most people love their bachelor parties. But of course she wouldn’t. A child of Eren’s and… potentially his, of course she wouldn’t want to be apart from her mate.
Just like him.
“I miss Eren,” he admits with a small sigh. “And they’re both at the same party. I apologize for not being better company. Do you want to get drunk?”
Maybe not something he should be asking his potential child. But, whatever.
Gabi gives him a pointed look. “Shouldn’t you be discouraging getting drunk? As my potential dad…”
“Yes. But right now, I’m a friend,” Levi shrugs, “and it’s your bachelorette party, it’d be a shitty one if you didn’t get drunk. So, just this once,” he grabs her a cup, handing it over, “you can enjoy yourself. Maybe not blackout drunk, but enough not to sulk about Falco.”
She hums. “Does alcohol help you not sulk about Eren?”
Levi takes a moment to consider the answer before solemnly shaking his head. “No. Not in my experience. It just gives you something shittier to focus on. And I don’t sulk.”
Gabi snorts. “You’re sulking right now.”
“So are you,” he retorts, grimacing when he realizes how childish he sounds. Silently, he takes another sip of his drink. “Can you blame me? Maybe we should check in on the other party, make sure it’s going well…”
Gabi grumbles. “If I do that, Falco wins.”
“You… made a bet?” Levi arches a brow.
“No!” Gabi exclaims, staring at her drink gloomily. “He didn’t want to go to his bachelor party, even asked to come to mine… so if I go there, then he wins.”
Levi smiles the slightest. “That’s foolish. He’s going to be your partner for life, it shouldn’t matter who ‘wins’. If you want to go see him then… you should.”
He knows he’s just enabling her, but he also can’t help it. He’s saying this partly for selfish reasons, so he can accompany her and get to the bachelor party he really wants to be at.
Gabi squints. It seems she saw right through him. “Are you just saying that ‘cause you want to go see Eren?”
“Yes,” Levi answers honestly, a loud sigh leaving his lips. “You want to see Falco just as badly, don’t you? I don’t think alcohol will help either of us.”
She sighs too, staring down at her drink. “No, it won’t.”
“Great.” Levi grabs another drink (not sure why, and yet), and takes her arm, carefully pulling her past the crowd of people. “Where’s the party being held? By the beach or something?” God, he hopes it’s easy to find. He hasn’t seen Falco or any of the other guys since Eren and him returned to the hotel.
“I think so?” She winces. “It seemed like a complicated party with a lot of locations…”
Levi snorts, chugging the drink and nodding with determination. “Okay. We will make it to that party.” Even though he’s starting to feel tipsy and the beach feels way too far away. “We should… drive there,” he suggests, then grimaces at how he’s wobbling. “Fuck, I shouldn’t get behind a wheel. Can you drive?”
Gabi frowns. “Are you crazy? I’ve had like 5 of these!” She says, showing off the drink.
“Crap…” Levi groans and looks around. “That guy. Goat man.” He points and pulls her along with him to the poor Greek man loading his truck. “Hey, you, sir?” Fuck. He’s really starting to feel the effect of those drinks. “Are you going by the beach?”
“Beach?”
“Yeah. The beach.”
“Beach.”
Levi deadpans. “Can we… get on?”
The man smiles and nods. “Beach.”
Levi gives Gabi a look. “Good enough. Get in.”
Gabi doesn’t seem like she needs to be told twice and gets in first, right next to a goat. Levi gets in right after her and doesn’t even care that a goat tries to eat his cup.
“We’re doing this out of concern,” Levi tries to justify, “And they probably miss us. Jean and Marco will handle the party.”
“I think they were still tied up….”
“They will… handle the party,” Levi insists, “they can do it. Believe in them. We’re on a bigger mission.” Christ, he’s getting loopy and the goat is definitely trying to telepathically communicate with him. “What the fuck was in those drinks…”
“I dunno,” Gabi shrugs. “My friend Zofia put some weird powder in them.”
Levi freezes and stares at the cup the goat is absently chewing on. Were they fucking roofied?
No… no, this isn’t that. And yet. His heart’s beating way too fast and he’s… pretty sure he can smell sound.
“Fuck,” he groans. “What is wrong with your friends…”
They’re definitely getting high and he’d been chugging too many of those damn drinks liberally. Why the fuck had he done that, again?
Right.
Being away from Eren makes him ridiculously stupid.
“Are you okay?” He looks over to her, trying to focus on her through the blurry vision.
Gabi nods. “You don’t look fine though…”
He narrows his eyes. “Why are you fine? Do you usually do drugs?”
Gabi’s face flushes. “Just once! Don’t tell Mom!”
“I won’t. He’ll definitely kill me for this… fuck, I shouldn’t have encouraged the drinking. If I’d known,” he gives her a pointed stare, “I wouldn’t have.”
“Beach!” The driver interrupts with a cheery wave. Levi looks over to find that the road they’ve stopped in is close enough.
“Perfect, let’s get off.” He quickly gets out and helps Gabi out as well. He’s pretty sure one of the goats is mildly high now from eating his cup. Oh well. He apologetically waves at the driver and heads down the path. “We should… stay out of sight. Try to…at least until…” until he doesn’t feel like the universe is moving too fast, “we’re less…inebriated.”
“Mom will kill us,” Gabi mutters.
“You’re his kid, he loves you, he won’t kill you,” Levi reassuringly pats her back, “me on the other hand… remains to be seen.” He stops and points ahead. “That’s a bonfire. Safe to say… that looks like a party.”
Gabi eyes widen with… excitement? “Ooo, fire…”
Oh, christ.
Levi gives her a look. “Should I be concerned? What’s happening? Do you have a thing for fire?”
Is Eren’s kid a pyro? He wouldn’t be surprised…
“Fire is just nice!” Gabi exclaims, face flushed. “I proposed to Falco next to a bonfire just like this…”
Levi smiles, for a moment only remembering the beach party Eren and he went to, all those years ago. There had been a bonfire at that one too, right? He remembers being enamored by the reflection of the flames in Eren’s bright green eyes. The warm heat on his cheeks. The secretive smile on his lips.
He should’ve done like Gabi. He should’ve proposed right there and then.
How different his life would have been if he had…
He shakes away the thought. There’s no time for sorrow and regret when his heart is stammering against his chest, his head is buzzing and his hands don’t even feel like hands anymore.
“You should tell me about it when we’re not high and drunk,” he tells her, and starts to guide her toward the bonfire. Despite his unsteady steps, he still pulls her away from the rockier path. His brain might be melting, but he still has some of his senses.
“Are you gonna propose to Mom next to a bonfire?” Gabi asks, then gasps. “Are you gonna propose tonight?!”
“What?” Levi looks at her, bewildered. “You want me to propose while I’m high? I don’t even have a ring. We just got back together.”
Gabi pouts. “But if you don’t propose tonight you can’t get married with us tomorrow.”
Oh.
“Gabi… your mother doesn’t even know that we’ve spoken,” he says, gently. This child exists on a completely different plane of existence. But now that the damn idea’s in his head, like a brain worm, he can’t get rid of it. Wouldn’t it be nice, if he could finally get everything he’s ever wanted? Not that he deserves it, but fuck, he wants it. Eren walking down the aisle, a beautiful white dress framing his curves perfectly…
Fuck.
Is he considering this?
No. He’s not insane…
“It would be such a nice surprise though,” Gabi mumbles.
That’s true. It would be. Should he? They haven’t even discussed this. Obviously the idea of staying together and being together has been… discussed, for the most part, but a proposal? Would Eren even want a double wedding on his daughter’s own wedding day? That’s double the planning, and Eren already has enough on his plate. Levi’s being an idiot, this wouldn’t—
“Gabi?!”
Levi looks to find the boy, Falco, staring at them bewildered. He doesn’t seem upset. On the contrary. He grins and rushes toward Gabi, pulling her into a tight hug.
“Is this a part of the party?” He asks, excitedly. “Are we merging the parties?”
“No…” Gabi mumbles. “We just...” she looks away, cheeks red. “We just came to see you and Mom…”
Falco stares between the two of them. Levi doesn’t know why he looks away. He’s embarrassed, woozy, and he’s starting to get worried that Eren will actually hate him for not doing the one task he entrusted him with.
“That’s so sweet,” Falco laughs, hugging Gabi again before pulling away and staring at the two of them, “you should stay! It’s not so bad here but…” he gives Gabi a fond look, a rather loving one that has Levi feeling like he’s intruding on by just being here. “It’s better now that you’re here…”
“Where’s Mom?” Gabi asks. “Levi is sulking,” she adds in a whisper, though Levi can hear her loud and clear.
Levi gives her a pointed look. “I’m not sulking.”
“My bad,” Gabi smiles, sticking her tongue out at him, “he’s sulking and drunk.”
Falco laughs uneasily and glances toward the bonfire. “He’s on the sidelines somewhere. Didn’t want to get too caught up, I think.”
Levi wants to go to Eren immediately, but he also doesn’t want to leave Gabi alone. “Will you be okay? Will you stay put?”
“Yes, dad,” she says, sticking her tongue out still.
Levi deadpans, giving Falco a look that has the boy shrinking. “Look after her.”
Falco nods hurriedly. “Always.”
Levi gives the two one last glance before heading off toward the bonfire and the crowd of dancing people. God, it’s just like that night. The colorful decorations, the drinks, the loud cheers over the music, and the fire….
And just like that night, he finds Eren near it, beautiful and illuminated by the flames. He approaches from behind and despite not wanting to spook him, he can’t help but reach out and takes his hand, squeezing it reassuringly the moment Eren tenses and turns toward him.
“It’s only me,” Levi smiles, entranced by Eren’s ethereal beauty.
“Levi?” Eren pauses. “I thought I smelled you… What are you doing here? Is Gabi alright?”
Levi nods, pulling Eren closer to him. He smells so… fucking good. Even better than usual. “Yes, she’s fine. She’s with Falco. She was sulking about not being with him.”
Not a complete lie, not the whole truth either. He’s not sure he wants to out himself as someone who sulked just as much, if not more.
“Oh…” Eren lets out a sigh of relief before he slumps against Levi. “Good, I—” he pauses, narrowing his brows. “You smell different.”
“Different?” Levi brings a hand to Eren’s cheek, gently stroking the skin. He could get off to the feel of his skin alone. There’s something so… soothing about it. “I missed you. I’m sorry for leaving the bachelorette…” he trails off, distracted by Eren’s lashes. They’re so perfect. “You’re beautiful.”
Eren raises a brow. There’s definitely a smile on his lips, but he eyes Levi… suspiciously. “Something is up with you.”
“I can’t miss you?” Levi teases, smiling and pressing a lingering kiss to Eren’s lips. It only serves to make him feel hotter. “I love you, do you know that? How much I love you?” He wraps his arms securely around Eren, brushing his nose against Eren’s neck right over his scent gland. The scent is intoxicating, spreading warmth across his chest and swallowing Levi whole.
“I do know,” Eren hums, wrapping his arms around Levi, too. “But I like hearing it.”
“Then I’ll remind you for the rest of our lives,” Levi whispers, running his tongue over Eren’s scent gland. Smelling it isn’t enough, he wants to taste it. Needs to, actually. God, the way he wants to sink his teeth into that scent gland and make Eren his is overpowering, even more than he’s used to. No doubt because of the way the alcohol (and drug) are muddling his brain, and yet… Levi can’t find it himself to fight the feeling overwhelming his senses.
“Levi…”
“Hmm?” Levi lazily lifts his head to lock eyes with Eren before the overpowering urge to kiss him takes hold of him. So he does, and he connects their lips into a bruising kiss, squeezing Eren’s waist and pulling him closer until he’s flushed against him, where he belongs.
“I can taste the alcohol in your mouth,” Eren hums, licking over Levi’s lips. “But there’s something else….”
Shit. Can Eren get drugged from the residual alcohol on his lips and whatever the fuck else he was drugged with? Fuck. He hopes not.
“I think,” Levi starts slowly, cupping Eren’s cheek, “one of Gabi’s friends laced something probably not legal in the alcohol. Now, the only thing I want to do is strip you and take you right here and now but there’s a very tiny part of me that doesn’t want anyone to see you…”
Eren snorts. “Only a tiny part? That’s how I know you’re drugged.”
“I feel like…” Levi mumbles contemplatively, pressing another kiss to Eren’s lips, “my rut’s come too early…” he trails more kisses down to Eren’s neck, “I need to be inside you.”
“Ooookay, let’s get out of here,” Eren lightly taps Levi’s arm. “Before you actually start stripping me here.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” Levi sighs, his fingers lightly teasing at the exposed skin of Eren’s back. God, he’s dizzy with arousal, his chest tightening with need he doesn’t know how to ignore. He shouldn’t have drank. Alcohol and Eren’s scent are triggering something in him he’s not sure how to control. “What about Gabi and Falco? I can… restrain myself…” he grimaces, knowing full well he’s not sure he can keep that promise. “I don’t want you to miss out.”
“I think they’re doing just fine without me,” Eren says, nodding at Gabi and Falco who are…. heavily making out. Oh. “I kinda don’t want to see that, actually…”
“That should be us,” Levi mutters, grabbing Eren’s hand and tugging him farther and farther away from the bonfire until they’re near a semi-secluded area, where he finally, finally connects their lips into a deep, burning kiss that already has him weak in the knees. The relief that floods through him is unmistakable, and a low, possessive growl reverberates in his throat, barely muffled by Eren’s sweet, delicious lips pressed against his. Levi’s hand finds the back of Eren’s neck, pulling him closer and slipping his fingers in his ridiculously soft hair, pulling at the long strands he’s definitely obsessed with.
Eren wraps his arms loosely around Levi’s neck in return, moaning so sinfully against his lips. His sweet scent wraps around him, possessive and overwhelming, dripping with lust and need and everything else in between. “Levi…” Eren whines softly, the sound echoing in Levi’s head and making him tremble with need.
“You’re not disappointed with me?” Levi murmurs, biting at Eren’s lower lip, sucking on it until he hears one of those beautiful whines again. “For coming?”
“No…” Eren lets out a shaky breath. “You really don’t know me at all if you think I’ll ever be disappointed seeing you…”
Levi hums, pulling Eren even closer until his body is flush against his, right where it needs to be. “I ditched a task you gave me, I was worried…” he mumbles, kissing Eren again and again until his lips feel numb. “But I can’t get enough of you. I’m not sorry.”
Eren smiles against his lips, Levi can feel it. Levi pulls away just the slightest, just so he can see that beautiful smile. Even in the dark, Eren’s eyes shine brightly, full of love and affection Levi could never get enough of.
“Good,” Eren says. “I hope you never get enough of me,” he adds, suddenly crashing his lips against Levi’s and pulling him for another bruising, messy kiss he knows is going to leave him breathless.
Levi moans with surprise, scrambling to find his footing in the dark and uneven path. He keeps a firm hold on Eren, using the force of Eren’s kiss to turn their bodies and press Eren against a nearby tree. The scenario is giving him severe deja vu. Wasn’t it literally today that he got so riled up and had to go fuck Eren in a goat house?
God, Eren is turning him into such a depraved, depraved man. Not the first time he has, either. And Levi knows it won’t be the last. Levi comes alive next to Eren, feels excitement deep in his bones, and it always, always leaves him wanting more.
“I’ll never get enough,” he whispers breathlessly, sucking lightly on Eren’s lip. Nothing else could ever make him feel like this. No one else ever could. “We should head back… I don’t want to take you right here in the dirt. But my logic is dwindling and I’m finding it harder to resist the impulse.”
Eren chuckles, his lips beautifully red and swollen. His cheeks are deliciously pink, even if it’s hard to see in the dark. Levi can feel their warmth. “This island really does something to you.”
“It’s you, you do something to me.” Levi kisses Eren’s jaw. He knows he drugs or whatever the fuck was in the drinks certainly has something to do with his restraint being forced aside, but all the desire and relentless need? That’s all because of the beautiful omega he can’t get enough of, and never will. “Let’s go, beautiful,” he adds, kissing Eren’s cheek and taking his hand before he leads him through the rocky path.
Only the gods of this apparent magic island know how they make it back to the hotel in one piece, because Levi has zero recollection of it.
The only thing he does have memory of is the wetness between Eren’s thighs as he desperately slammed into him, chasing a high he knows only Eren can give him. He remembers how Eren clawed at his back, crying and moaning as Levi pounded into him. He remembers how Eren whined and trembled as his climax hit him, beautiful as ever.
That’s the only thing Levi needs to remember anyway.
Eren
When Eren wakes up, it’s with a smile on his face. He looks over at Levi who’s still asleep, no doubt sleeping off the hangover he’s definitely going to have from the alcohol and the strange drugs he took the night before. Eren presses a soft kiss to his cheek, rubbing his back as Levi only groans in response, still very much asleep and gone from the world.
Eren knows Levi’s probably not going to like Eren having left without him, but Eren has to get the day started for the wedding and he doesn’t want to wake him, so. He presses another soft kiss to Levi’s cheek and gets out of bed, skipping his morning shower in case it’d wake Levi up.
He gives him one last look before he leaves, having half a mind to slip back into bed. But, no. This is Gabi’s wedding day. He’ll have more lazy mornings with Levi later. Well, not that there’s much time for that many lazy mornings at the hotel but… Whatever. No time to dwell on that now. It’s Gabi’s wedding.
Eren doesn’t waste any time and goes to the kitchens to make sure everything is in order, and finds the caterer screaming.
“What happened?!” Eren asks, confusion spread across his face.
Niccolo stares at the cake in disbelief. “Someone took a bite of the cake!” he screeches, and Eren walks beside him to find that indeed, there was a huge bite taken out of the side. It looked too big of a bite for a child, but what kind of adult would do this…
“This is why I had my people prepare everything in duplicates,” Eren mutters.
Niccolo laments. “But the cake was perfect. I—” he stops, then suddenly shrieks again and points at one of the plates on the table nearby. “Someone ate half of the pork!”
Huh?
This is starting to feel less and less like a child did this…
Eren starts to survey the food, and quickly notes that almost everything Niccolo has made has a bite in it or is halfway eaten. What the fuck. Who could’ve done this?!
“I can’t believe this,” Niccolo mumbles, deflated. “I can’t.”
Ironically, from the food made at the hotel, only a plate of brownies seems to have been untouched.
Huh.
Brownies? Eren doesn’t remember ordering that…
“I only left these unattended for half an hour,” Niccolo continues, though it sounds like he’s talking to himself more than he’s talking to Eren. He even grabs his own hair and starts pulling at it. “I’ll kill whoever did this,” he mutters, “I will—”
A loud clang resonates in the kitchen and both of them immediately look at the corner of the room where the sound came from. Eren sees a clear silhouette, and an empty, metal plate on the floor.
“Who’s there?” Niccolo says, grabbing a wooden spoon.
A woman with an auburn ponytail comes from behind a cabinet. She has cake icing on the corners of her lips. Wow. Guess they found the culprit, huh.
She laughs nervously, holding her hands up in surrender. “You caught me.”
Niccolo stares at her, clearly astonished. His shock transcends his anger, though that might not be for long. “You’re the one who ate everything I made?”
The woman suddenly gasps, and rushes to Niccolo to grab both of his hands. “You made this food?!” She exclaims, and her eyes start to well up with tears. “This is the best food I’ve ever eaten! You don’t understand, I’ve been looking for this food all my life! Marry me!”
Niccolo’s face suddenly bursts with red, and he sputters an answer Eren honestly can’t understand. He’s not sure there was anything to understand, frankly.
His focus doesn’t remain on the two of them however, because a familiar scent hits his nostrils and Eren knows Levi is near. It takes barely two seconds before Levi enters the kitchen with a serious case of bed hair and one of the deepest scowls Eren’s ever seen on him, before he goes straight for Eren and wraps both of his arms around him.
“Hi,” Eren chuckles, gently patting his arm. “You didn’t want to sleep more?”
“Like I could even if I wanted to,” Levi mutters, his voice muffled by Eren’s shoulder. He lifts his head, glaring at the food thief and Niccolo. “The amount of noise this woman can produce is insane. First the boat, now here…”
Eren narrows his brows. “You know her?”
“Sasha,” Levi sighs, resting his forehead back against Eren’s shoulder. “Dumb and dumber, Jean’s friends. If she’s here, the bald one must be stirring up trouble elsewhere…”
Bald one?
Eren gives Sasha a look, who’s currently wailing and talking nonsense to a Niccolo who seems like he’s about to faint from how red he is. He definitely changed his tune quickly, huh…
“She ate a lot of the food he prepared for the wedding,” Eren tells Levi. “See, this is why I had the kitchens prepare food too.”
“Very smart,” Levi praises quietly, just barely lifting his head to press a kiss to Eren’s jaw. “I’m sorry I was uselessly passed out, I’ll… do my best to help. If you need it.”
Eren chuckles. “You look like you’re about to pass out again,” he points out, kissing Levi’s cheek. “It’s okay if you need to, you’re probably hangover.”
“No,” Levi insists stubbornly, inhaling deeply and trying to stand up straight. “I’m not leaving you alone. Not like I’d be able to rest without you anyway. I’ll just… get a hangover remedy. Hanji knows good ones. Disgusting but effective.”
Eren grimaces. “I wouldn’t trust anything Hanji makes.”
“I wouldn’t either,” Levi sighs heavily, “but I’m definitely still drunk and hungover at the same time, so I’m desperate, unless…” he sneaks another glance toward Niccolo, “curly over there knows something.”
“I think he’s lost the ability to speak,” Eren snorts. “Let’s go get you some water first,” he adds, taking Levi’s hand and dragging him to the sink before he fills up a glass and hands it to him.
Levi silently accepts the glass, taking a very long drink from it before setting it on the edge of the sink unsteadily, making a face. “The water tastes almost boozy… ugh. How did you sleep?”
“Very well,” Eren smiles, leaning back against the sink. “You tired me out.”
Levi’s brows shoot up. “Did I? What can I say, you were a very enthusiastic participant.”
Eren rolls his eyes playfully, placing his hands on both sides of Levi’s waist, using them to tug him closer. “You know I always am.”
“Maybe I’d like a refresher,” Levi teases, stepping closer to Eren and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I might’ve forgotten a thing or two, you know, busy night and all…”
“Oh, have you?” Eren chuckles. “And what did you forget, hmm?”
“If I’ve forgotten, how am I supposed to know?” Levi smiles, stealing another kiss, slower and longer than the last. “See? A refresher is necessary… and maybe a bit more of this,” he trails off, connecting their lips into another kiss, deeper and more demanding. Eren can only melt against him in response, losing himself to Levi’s wonderful lips and forgetting they’re definitely not alone.
And so Eren hums against his lips, nails digging at Levi’s waist. “You’re going to be very distracting today, aren’t you?”
“Me? No.” Levi looks offended, almost. The slight smile on his lips is a giveaway. “I’ll do my absolute best to be of use… maybe a slight distraction, but that’s not my fault.” He presses another kiss to Eren’s cheek. “How can I resist you when you smell like this?”
Eren chuckles. “You’re acting like my heat is coming like, tomorrow.”
“You don’t know, it might,” Levi shrugs, continuing to leave feather-light kisses against Eren’s neck, right to his scent gland. “You always smelled irresistible to me… as if that would change.”
Eren smiles. “Hmm, yes, I—”
“Mom!” Eren hears, and he instantly freezes. He detangles himself from Levi and clears his throat, a bright flush to his cheeks. “My hair is a mess!” Gabi continues, seemingly unphased to see him tangled up with someone. Not just someone. An alpha. Eren always swore to her he’d never mate with one again. That he’d never need one. And now—
“Help me fix it!” Gabi continues, visibly not all that disturbed by the display she just caught.
Eren still feels the embarrassment creep up on him.
“Of course, um…” Eren clears his throat, awkwardly. “I was just, um… I guess I haven’t properly introduced you two,” he continues, “Gabi, this is Levi… my partner.”
For someone who’s never seen her mom be with anyone for the entirety of her life, she doesn’t seem phased at all that she just caught them feeling each other up. Weird. Or maybe she saw them at the beach…? No, Gabi seemed focused on Falco…
“Hi,” Gabi nods at Levi, then looks at Eren again. “Can we go now?”
That’s it?
Eren almost frowns. No follow up questions about how this happened, about who Levi is? Well, it’s not like Eren planned to tell Gabi about Levi being potentially her father until the wedding was over, but… still. Gabi’s just as curious (and annoying) as he is, so… what is this?
Maybe it’s the wedding jitters…
“Are you gonna be okay?” Eren asks Levi, placing his hand on his arm.
Levi hums, eyeing Gabi before his attention shifts to Eren. He sighs and takes Eren’s hand, tugging him closer, clearly uncaring of their impatient audience.
“I suppose I’ll live,” he mumbles, leaning in to press a kiss to Eren’s cheek. “We’ll make up for last time later. Go. Her hair really is a mess.”
“Hey…” Gabi grumbles.
“It kind of is,” Eren chuckles before he reaches over and ruffles Gabi’s hair, effectively making it worse.
“Mom!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Eren laughs, then leans over and gently kisses Levi. “I’ll see you soon,” he says, reluctantly letting go of his alpha’s hand before he exits the kitchens with Gabi.
“You’re getting grabby,” Gabi teases, a mischievous grin on her face, “have fun last night, mom?”
Eren’s face flushes and he avoids Gabi’s gaze. “So did you, judging by that crazy hair.”
“Ugh, mom, ew!” Gabi groans, covering her head in a poor attempt to hide it. “You know I have a bad bed head…you have it too, you know…” she grumbles, “the back of your head looks funky.”
Eren rolls his eyes. “Sure it does.”
Gabi grins, reaching over to playfully poke at Eren’s hair. “It does! I can do your hair if you somehow fix mine. You look… sexed up. No offense.”
Eren deadpans. “I will pretend you did not just say that.”
“It’s my wedding, you can’t get mad at me,” Gabi sticks out her tongue childishly. “You always told me telling the truth is important — that’s what I’m doing!”
“Uh-uh. Sure.”
Gabi bats her eyelashes at Eren innocently. “So. Hair. Something quick, something cute… something not bird nest-y. Thanks!”
“So not what I did for your prom night?” Eren teases, opening the door to Gabi and Falco’s room.
Gabi immediately makes a face. “Please no. Not that it wasn’t…..nice.” To her credit, she gives Eren a convincing smile as she plops down in her chair in front of the vanity mirror. “Something simple… it’s super windy anyway, I don’t want your hard work going to waste.”
“You say that like I’m a professional hairdresser,” Eren snorts.
“You’re my mom who does impossible things, you’re a hairdresser to me,” Gabi insists, staring at Eren through the mirror. “You run a hotel, you raised me,” she smiles cheekily, “planned the whole wedding… it’s all very impressive things.”
Eren hums, starting with brushing Gabi’s hair. “It’s not that impressive, but I’ll take it,” he says, combing through the messy strands. “Speaking of running a hotel… Levi will be helping with that. I won’t have to rely on you and Falco so much anymore.”
“Oh…” Gabi hums, looking down at her hands. She avoids looking at Eren. “That sounds… nice. I guess.”
Eren narrows his brows and stops his movements. “You guess?”
Fuck, was it too early to drop something like that? Maybe she thought he and Levi weren’t… serious? In her defense, Eren’s never been with anyone, so it’s not like she’d be used to the idea of sharing him with someone the way she’ll have to with Levi.
Still… Eren thought she’d be relieved. He knows how much she wants a break from the hotel. She doesn’t mention it often, but Eren knows.
“Are you disappointed in me?” She blurts out, abruptly turning around in the chair to look at him. “For… the wedding, getting married and stuff, and wanting to, you know… not be around as much for hotel stuff?”
“What? No,” Eren shakes his head. “Of course not.”
“But you did so much more, at my age,” Gabi points out, sighing and turning around. “You were all… badass and cool. Running a business all by yourself, raising a kid, no one to help you or look after you…” she shrugs, looking at Eren through the mirror, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“And you think the way to do that would be to run a business all by yourself?” Eren snorts, shaking his head again before he starts brushing Gabi’s hair again. “It was hard, to not have anyone to help. I don’t want that life for you.”
Gabi’s silent, looking down at her hands. “And… Levi, will he make sure it won’t be hard for you anymore?”
“Yes,” Eren smiles. “He’s been very insistent about helping.”
And as much as he wants (and needs) the help, it’s a little strange to… finally have some. Of course, Gabi and Falco always helped around the hotel, so did Mikasa and Armin whenever they were around. Even Zeke, though his help often made things worse and had Eren be forced to fix everything he touched. But this is different. This is Levi. This is the hotel they dreamed about, the hotel they wanted to share. He won’t be alone making decisions anymore or have to shoulder the brunt of it.
So yeah, it’s a little strange. But Eren will welcome it.
Gabi nods, slowly. “That’s…good, right?” Then she grins. “Are you two gonna get married?”
“Wow,” Eren blushes, “it’s a little bit too early for that…”
Not that he hasn’t thought about it. He had wanted to marry Levi over 20 years ago, and that hadn’t changed, really. Eren doesn’t think it will ever change. Still. They just got back together and Levi just got divorced… from a sham marriage, sure, but still. Getting married so soon would be crazy.
Right?
“Why not?” Gabi pouts. “It’s about time isn’t it? I can share my wedding with you!”
“I am not getting married at the same time as you,” Eren chuckles, shaking his head fondly. “You’re taking this very well, though,” he notes, “Me and Levi.”
“I’m open minded,” Gabi grins, shrugging casually. “And I’m an angel. Patient and understanding. That’s me. You couldn’t ask for a better kid, right?” She tilts her head back to look at him. There’s still that underlying mischievous look on her face.
“Uh-uh,” Eren ruffles her hair, and Gabi immediately shrieks.
“You’re supposed to fix my hair, not make it worse!”
Eren smiles, fond. “Yes, yes, sorry…”
“No you’re not!” She stares into the mirror with a mixture of horror and yet amusement, too. “This would’ve been more fun if we were both getting married… no one ever sees my vision.”
Eren snorts, brushing her hair again before he starts actually working on it. “Where is this double wedding idea coming from? You don’t want all the attention on you? It’s your big day.”
Gabi grimaces, sinking into the seat and making it hard to keep all her hair in place. “Ugh I know, but we’ve shared pretty much everything for the past 20 years… it’s weird doing this alone… and wouldn’t it be nice? You’ve been alone for so long and… not getting any for a gazillion years! I think it’d be nice.”
Eren almost points out that he’s definitely getting some even if they’re not married but that’s definitely not something appropriate to tell his child (even if she definitely already knows and made some inappropriate comments of her own), so. “Let’s focus on your wedding for now. And finish that crazy hair of yours.”
“Will you walk me down the aisle?” Gabi once again dramatically turns in her seat, looking at Eren with big, pleading eyes.
“Of course I will. What kind of question is that?” Eren gives her a knowing look. He always assumed he’d be the one doing it, anyway. Who else would? Her father? Eren doesn’t even know which one it is and Gabi doesn’t even know they’re here. Well. She knows Levi is, but it’s not like she knows he is probably her dad…
“I wanted to make sure!” Gabi gets a very wobbly, teary look. “I want you standing there with me. I’m proud to have been raised by you…”
Eren stares at her in awe, a lump in his throat. He doesn’t know what to say. “What’s gotten into you?” He asks with a light chuckle, though it comes out hoarse.
“Emotions! That’s what!” She huffs and turns away, trying to hide her face. “I’m ruining my makeup…” she groans, taking a tissue and carefully dabbing the corners of her eye. “Wedding jitters… and stuff. I’m just really…” she exhales shakily, “ glad I won’t be alone. Okay? Okay. We can do my hair now…”
Eren laughs, light. “Yes, ma’am.”
And that’s how the wedding day starts.
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