I have loved you for a thousand years (I'll love you for a thousand more)

I will not let anything take away (What's standing in front of me)

Warning: None.

Extra tags: soulmates, reincarnation au, adhd eren, sweet, tooth-rotting fluff, family dinner, engagement

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DAY THREE: 27th JULY [Toast], [Family]

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Narrative Point of View ✨ 2025 June

It's four-thirty and both families are sitting together, chatting and drinking champagne and black herbal tea and eating the large feast of dinner that Carla and Isabel and Hanji and Levi has all cooked and put together. There's conversations of the wedding party and the wedding reception and the wedding ceremony and the honeymoon, it's all about their special day, after all. It's their engagement dinner. Eren and Levi's. In just three months time, they'll be bound by more than just the memories they share between one another and everyone else they know from that period of their (past) lives.

But there's also the small matter at hand that Levi has yet to announce to everyone, even his own husband-to-be.

"So what should we focus on first?" Kuchel digs through the roasted turkey with a two-pronged fork and a large butcher knife, slicing it into portions for the people around waiting for a serving.

"Colors of course. Then we can have an idea for arrangements and decorations. I think we should do marine and ivory. Those would be lovely for their wedding." Carla pours herself a second glass of Chardonnay, giggling as she swats Grisha's hand away from her.

"Hmm. Eren? What do you say?" Kuchel looks to Carla's son, but notices his inattentiveness. "Eren?"

Levi grabs Eren's cheek and pinches the soft skin gently. It doesn't hurt the man, but it does get his attention. "Huh? What? Yeah?" Eren looks disoriented, swiveling his head between everyone at the table.

"Eren, darling, what do you think of marine and ivory for your wedding colors?" Carla takes Grisha's hand in hers, and berates him after the question is asked.

"Marine and ivory? Uhm, I don't mind. I'm letting Levi choose whatever, anyways. He is my bride, after all," Eren teases, ducking down to kiss Levi's cheek before he can get hit.

"Yes. Sure. Those colors will do. Brat, stop smothering me!" Levi chops the top of Eren's head, the younger planting kisses all over the older's face.

"Mnn. Nooo!" Eren whines as he nuzzles his fiance's cheek, sneaking more kisses here and there.

"Ugh. You need to eat. Here, say ahh." Levi picks up Eren's fork and stabs into the turkey Carla placed on his plate and holds a small chunk up to Eren's mouth.

Eren opens his mouth and is met with the fork being shoved in shallowly followed by Levi forcing his mouth shut. "Now eat." Eren grumbles as he reluctantly releases Levi and gets to eating his dinner.

"Good. Good. Alright. So for the napkins, do you want paper or cloth?"

"Cloth. Better for the environment and all that shit. And make them whi– er, ivory." Levi is frustrated with all of the wedding planning, but he blames it on hormones. "And make the table cloths marine. Make the balloons silver and black. That is, if there will be any. Don't overdo them, either. A few here and there is fine. I hate balloons," Levi says, a shiver running down his spine.

"Don't worry. No balloons will be present. We'll pop any we see, we promise." Carla nods her head in defiance as she plucks a piece of sweet yams up with her fork and chows down on it, chasing it with her Chardonnay.