Eren P.O.V
I woke up in bed and figured Levi must have carried me up sometime during the night, I must have been completely out of it if I dont remember though. I roll on my side and let a large grin cover my face as I remember the events of last night. The sex. God, the sex.
There is a little folded piece of paper with my name on it lying on the bedside table so I reach out to pick it up and find it's a letter from Levi saying he had gone to pick up stuff for the pancakes but he shouldn't be too long.
I lie in bed for another half an hour or so with no intentions of getting up until Levi got back home but a knock on the door dragged me from my reminiscing. We weren't expecting anyone so I wait and see if they go away but instead the knocking just gets more urgent. An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach at the banging on the door.
I pull on a pair of loose tracksuit bottoms and head to the door but I dont open it straight away. The knocking gets more persistent and harsher as if whoever is there is getting angry and impatient, the knocking turns into slamming and the person is hitting it so hard the little chain that hangs by the door is shaking slightly.
Whoever it is isn't saying anything and I slowly approach the door "who is it?" I call but no one answers, the banging just continues. I walk slightly closer and wonder why the hell someone is slamming on our door.
All common sense leaving me, I decide to just open the door and see who it is and what they want.
The memories hit me like a tidal wave causing me to stumble back as if hit by some actual force.
And I let out a strangled scream
GOD DAMMIT EREN. what are you doing with your life? who knows?
the one and only reason this chapter is so short is because im a sadistic bastard who loves leaving yall on cliffhangers mkay. kiss kisssss xxxxx
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The Tattoo Artist {ereri}
Fanfictioneren is just a simple tattoo artist but what happens when a certain person walks into his shop...
