Eren finishes before me and changes into his pajamas. I do my best not to look, but the brat should have gone into the bathroom. Even in the poorly lit room, you can see his boar like movements, fit body, and sun kissed skin.
At least I don't choke as I finish my meal.
I move the plates to the trash and then grab my pajama pants, respectively changing in the bathroom. When I emerge, Eren's face is glowing with light from the television. I get ready to just unplug the damn thing when I realize he's just watching cartoons. He smiles to me and pats the spot next to him on the bed.
Maybe I just feel bad for him, I don't let people tell me what to do normally, maybe I really am spoiling him like Hanji suggested earlier. It doesn't matter though as I end up in the exact spot he patted.
The old style, hand drawn creatures run across the painted background in short little skits. The rather violent and concerning display of hate that entertained small children way back when.
Eren falls asleep around 10 according to the hotel room’s clock. I'm sitting against the back of the bed, working on lyrics again, suddenly having inspiration. His body releases a final sigh, like a house setting for the night.
I shut the TV off shortly after and look at the sleeping male. He moves closer and closer to me, innocently using my stomach as a pillow. At first he seems peaceful, calm, like the world isn't out to frame him for his own parents’ murder. He shouldn’t have to deal with that shit.
That quickly turns to fear and distraught as he starts fighting off a nightmare. His face contorts in fear. Succumbing to the beast, Eren starts mumbling in his sleep, tears leaking through his eyes.
“Monster,” his trembling voice says. “I can't stop it, can’t stop me.” His head jerks around and his hands tighten their grip on the air. I consider waking him for a moment.
“Captain, please save me.” His words suddenly make my heart tighten. He's calling to me. I can't explain how I know, but I know I’m supposed to answer him. “Everyone else is dead. C-Captain?” He shakes violently in his sleep, scared of the visuals eating at his mind. The tears continue to fall as he claws the sheets.
I lightly place my hands on his shoulders and coax him awake, having enough of seeing him like this.
“Eren, Eren, wake up.” He doesn't respond.
“Brat, listen to me, it's a dream.” I state clearer, trying to keep my calm. His panic strikes my spine as if it's a metal rod in and electrical storm. I can feel my adrenaline pump into my veins as my last effort is carried out.
“Jaeger!” I growl, holding his head in my hands.
Eren’s eyes shoot open, red and foggy. His face is as pale as it was when I first saw him. He further bursts into tears and grips me in a scared hug.
“Levi,” he sobs, pawing at my back.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, trying to stabilize him. “You're alright, you're okay.” I softly say. He continues to shake in my arms, finally gripping my back like his life depends on it. “Deep breaths,” I coach. He nods and does as I say, refusing to loosen his grip.
He stops sobbing, but tears still stream endlessly onto my bare chest. I move one of my hands to the back of his head.
“Levi, it was so horrible,” Eren says, barely above a whisper.
“Shh,” I run my fingers through his hair.
“There was so much blood, so much death.” he shudders and tightens his hold on me. “Levi, you were there too and covered in blood.”
“Hey, hey, it was a dream.”
“It was so real.” Eren shakes his head against my chest.
I pull Eren more onto my lap and hold him closer to me. He doesn't resist and relaxes against me, settling his head against my neck.
“You're safe, Eren. I’m here, nothing will hurt you.” I lean my head on his and tighten my hold on him to prove my point.
“Thank you Levi.” Eren whispers, his last shuddering breath escaping his lips as he stops crying.
Once he calms down, he tries going back to sleep again. Finding myself now tired as well, I turn off the light and settle into the bed. I face away from Eren and begin to drift off. Before falling asleep though, I feel a slight tap on my shoulder. I turn to ask Eren what he needs, but it's obvious as he curls up against my chest again. Unable to really protest, (not that I'd want to) I lose myself in sleep listening to Eren's breathing.
The morning comes quickly, awaking me from a dreamless sleep. I shift slightly before stopping, the room air has plummeted and whatever was under the covers that's now exposed, freezes. Under the covers, it feels like a nice summer day. Eren is really warm, like a heater, or an electric blanket and we didn’t move away from each other during the night. I’m so used to it, my body detests the idea that I’ll have to get up.
Eren’s breath trickles down my chest. His peaceful body sleeping happily close to mine. His beautiful determination to clear his name manages to show even now. This brat, I swear, is just a gorgeous person, body, mind and soul.
So I guess I can admit that I've fallen for the wounded male in my arms. I can own up to happily spoiling him just to see him smile. I bet he knows it too, sneaky bastard. He’s the most real person I’ve met in forever. I guess he never had a chance to be fake, the chance to lie.
Eren slowly stirs awake, looking confused at first as he squints is sleepy eyes. A blush forms on his cheeks as he trails his gaze up to mine.
“Good... good morning, Levi,” he stutters with a nervous smile.
I smirk, “Morning Eren.”
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I figured the last chapter felt short and was really just a chill chapter so here's a more nail biting ending. Luv y'all 💙
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