Blood & Honey | Eren Yeager x Reader

8. Fight Night

Tonight was the big night.

It was Eren's first official title fight as an upcoming MMA fighter and you were possibly meeting his brother Zeke, as well. You spent the entire morning cleaning the apartment and doing laundry, making sure Eren didn't have to stress about anything else other than himself and his body. He made his weight yesterday during the morning weigh in, and that was when the nerves really settled in for you.

He was really going to do this, he was going to fight this other athlete. And you were going to watch the man you're growing to love beat him to a pulp, or get beaten himself. You quickly shook that idea from your mind. There was no way he would lose.

Jean was with Eren at the gym helping him put in last minute training and helping him prep, so you had Sasha come over to hang out before you had to get ready yourself.

"Are you nervous for him?" She asked you.

"I mean, yeah. Of course. But I'm sure he'll be fine. He's really worked hard for this." You reasoned.

Sasha agreed with a nod, biting at the inside of her cheek.

"Are you worried about meeting Zeke?" She said curiously.

"Not really. Not for me, at least. I'm worried his presence will effect Eren though. I'm not sure if it'll be in a beneficial way or not." The thought of Zeke getting in Eren's head made you anxious for him.

What if he says something before the fight that gets into Eren's head and messes with his focus? You almost hoped that he wouldn't even show up, although that would hurt Eren too. The situation felt like a double edged sword.

Once five o'clock hit, Sasha helped you get ready by curling your hair and picking out a dress for you to wear. It was a black slip dress with subtle black glitter on it that only sparkles under the right lighting. You pulled it on and put some of his favorite perfume on, making sure your opal necklace sat perfectly in the center of its delicate chain around your neck.

Eren hired a car service to pick you up, one that he used regularly and always with the same driver. His name was Hannes. He texted you that he had arrived so you quickly pulled on your black stilettos and grabbed your clutch bag, kissing the top of Peep's fluffy head before hurrying out the door. You didn't bother putting a jacket on, knowing Hannes would have the heat and seat warmers on for you.

Hannes was already waiting outside the car door, offering you a smile as he opened it for you and you climbed in.

"Good evening, Miss." He greeted you.

"Hi, Hannes. How are you?" You kindly asked him, thankful you didn't have to drive yourself tonight.

He got back into the driver's seat and began to pull away from your apartment building.

"I'm doing just fine. Is Mr. Yeager ready for his big night?" He said, making small talk.

You swallowed hard, your nerves creeping up on you again as you looked at him through the rear view mirror.

"I think so. He's been working really hard for this." You said, feeling proud of him.

"He's a strong young man. He will do just fine. Especially once he sees his beautiful lady in the crowd cheering him on." Hannes added and you blushed.

Offering him a small smile, you just nodded and looked out your tinted window and picked at the cuticles around your nails. A short fifteen minutes later the car pulled up to the venue, a large stadium with crowds of people gathering. You pulled out your phone and texted Jean that you were at the side entrance for backstage access. He quickly texted you back that he was on his way to come get you as you said goodbye to Hannes and thanked him for the ride.