Paint the Sky

Mistake

A/N: Well, I'm glad you got past the shitty excuse for a description. I've never really been good with those; since the story has no actual plans, it'll change as I write. 

Anywho, this is actually my first Ereri fanfic, so.. yeah, that's really all there is to this sentence. And since it's viewers who read it and not me, I'd enjoy seeing comments about where you think it should go. Also, I do plan for there to be smut, just tell me when and they'll do the frick frack. Or if there should be kinks/no kinks.. yeah, that stuff from the reader's perspective is good to know.

I'll put up a warning at the beginning of the chapters that have smut for those who don't like it, don't worry.

Notes- yes, Levi is out of character in this chapter, because of the situation.

I likely won't add characters such as Ymir, Connie, Isabel, all the minor characters, because it would personally be allot of work, and I don't know how any of them act. There will be Marco, Jean, and Armin, though. Possibly Annie.

Obviously, I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, but I had to put this because I know someone out there is actually going to tell me to if I don't. Like it isn't clear as day, but whatever. [:

Without further ado, let's get this ball rollin'.

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"I can't believe you, sometimes, " Eren muttered, searching for something, anything to store enough clothes to get by at someone else's house for a short period of time. He found something suitable enough, and not quite caring what he packed, began angrily throwing things inside.

"Eren, wait, please," Levi feebly attempted to grab his lover's arm, stop him from packing. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Any of it. Please don't leave." His actions and words clearly weren't working; Eren was angrily shoving whatever he could find into a duffle bag, a look of displeasure swirled at his features.

"Eren," Levi tried again, a hint of desperation in his tone. "Eren, please."

It must've been enough for the brunette's actions to falter, because he finally turned to face the shorter man. His eyes gave the first impression of anger, but Levi could see the hurt in there, the hurt he put there. "You insulted me." he stated simply, blankly. "You told me, to my face, that the only thing that's ever made me feel like I'm good at something, was ridiculous and stupid, like I'm an idiot trying to count by letters. Give me a reason to stay after that, Levi."

Eren loved painting so much for two reasons; one, it made him happy. He was exceptionally good at it, anyone could've told him that. Two, was because it was his mother's dying wish for him to paint her another beautiful flower, or elegant riptide. It was his mother's wish for him to keep doing what made him happy.

And that was just insulted by the only other thing in the world that brought him happiness. To note the exact words, it had gone a little something like, 'Eren, will you shut up and listen?! I'm trying to talk to you, can't you fucking tell? Get your nose out of your stupid painting for one moment and we wouldn't-' Eren didn't know what Levi was going to say after that; they both knew what like he'd crossed.

"Eren, I'm sorry, I was just.. I was mad, I wasn't thinking. You know that's not how I really feel." The shorter man's lips formed a rather uncommon frown as he reached a hand out for his lover's arm. As the action was not rejected, he gradually brought each of his hands into Eren's larger ones, sliding his fingers between the crevices provided. He wasn't good at having to express his feelings; he often found he couldn't, even for Eren's sake. But he had to now, or he'd lose the most important thing that's ever happened to him over something he didn't mean to say. That was a cost he simply could not afford.