𑣲Allie

Eremika brainrot 21

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Hello!! I’m Allison (Allie is fine too). I’m here to drop fic snippets/updates on my progress, give my ideas a home and just integrate myself more into the Eremika community!!

I’m an aspiring doctor whose little hobby is writing and trying to drag out my Attack on Titan phase as long as possible.

Feel free to ask me anything, I love talking, I can’t get enough of it🥹

Lots of love, Allie

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Twitter: Laputamei

The fics working on:

Strictly Casual - A Romantic Comedy where Eremika are friends with benefits and fail spectacularly to keep it casual.

How to Not Waste Our Senior Year (NO BACKING OUT) - An AOT high school castes au set in 2007 that follows Eren and Armin’s haywire senior year and Eren quickly developing a lovestruck problem in the form of Mikasa Ackerman.

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When will you be releasing chapters again?

Heyy, I’m super busy right now with so much shit coming up so my brain is in bit of a creative block, I’m sorry!!😓

I’ll be uploading the first chapter of Strictly Casual asap cause I’m at 10k words and the final stretch but I’m just waiting until my thoughts wrap up a bit to conclude the chapter well.

As for my eremika high school au, I’ve already written a lot for it, but I wanna wait until I’ve written over 10 chapters so I can upload it weekly (fingers crossed🤞🤞). so hopefully some time this summer!!💜💜

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Quintessence of Love

“If protecting you means to stain my hands with blood, i’ll wash my hands with it as if it’s water, and use their dignity as my soap.” — Eren Jaeger, Quintessence of Love, chapter I.

Introduction

Mikasa lived most of her life with her only family relative, Kuchel Ackermann, who she was somehow raised by, more like, taken care of by. It wasn’t like Kuchel had much choice when Mikasa came to her.

Mikasa’s biological parents weren’t around, as they’ve disowned her from a young age. She was only five years old when Kuchel found her on her doorstep, in her red coat and children's book in hand, with a note pinned to her red coat, like a price on the market. 

Mikasa had waited for Kuchel for hours in the cold rain, without making a single noise.

Kuchel was angry at first, but eventually came around. The more she took care of Mikasa, the more she got used to her presence. Her job made it hard for her in the beginning. Leaving a kid at home unattended during the night was dangerous, so she hooked up with lots of men, selling herself to make a living, which led to becoming her main job, prostitution.

It was annoying for Kuchel to have a kid constantly ask for necessities like toilet visits, food and quality time whenever men came over, so she made it a rule that Mikasa would be as quiet as possible, no matter what happened to her while Kuchel was gone for a bit, even if it meant that she’d get hurt and cry because of it.

Mikasa had to be silent at all times, swallow her voice and never make herself known to anyone ever.

From childhood, into her teenage years and further on, Kuchel was the only person Mikasa ever knew in her life, the only one she had a relation to. It was just the two of them in that small house of greedy lustful men.

There hadn’t been a single time Mikasa had attended school, as Kuchel stated that it wasn’t her responsibility, explaining that Mikasa didn’t need school anyway, since she was doomed from the beginning, though Mikasa still found a way to learn through books.

Reading many books of all types of genres was Mikasa’s way of understanding the world, which she wasn’t introduced to, bit by bit. With time, those same books helped her understand the spectrum of the human mind, thereupon also trying to understand why the system was formed the way it was.

It made her furious to realise how intentional many things were.

With the many men visiting Kuchel for pleasures unexplainable, Mikasa never met a single one of them, since Kuchel locked her in the bedroom, and never gave her the key to go out, not to eat food, not to visit the toilet, nor whatever necessity she needed from outside, not that Mikasa ever tried to.

One thing Mikasa really despised Kuchel for, was how she was forced to understand what sexual intercourse was from a young age. The disgusting noises of men that always disturbed her, ruined her innocence no matter how many children’s books she read, even the one she brought with her from the beginning. Everything was ruined, yet she couldn’t say anything about it.

Mikasa couldn’t comprehend emotions, couldn’t understand what hate was, or how it differentiated from dislike and disgust, but she hated living her life behind four walls and a locked door.

Mikasa sought for the freedom the birds had from the outside that chirped every morning on a branch. Mikasa wanted that freedom so desperately.

One day, Kuchel receives a special invitation from her previous workplace, the strip club, where someone she knows has an opportunity to save Mikasa from the life she lives.

Mikasa is forced to come with Kuchel, not knowing that they’re going for her. Staying nearby, Mikasa sits in a random office she doesn’t know, along with other strippers glancing sideways at her. 

A very confident stripper tries to take her to the stage, whereas she refuses by running away, as her voice became so small over the years, it wasn’t working to use anymore. She ended up in the audience of where men and women glued on each other with their sweats, dancing the night away in lust. 

The overwhelming smell made it hard to breathe, though she managed to find an exit that was halfway open, which led her to an empty valley. Three tall ugly men followed her from behind, wanting to do more than just a greeting. Their eyes filled with a lust that desired nothing, but to harm her in unimaginable ways. They became more aggressive when Mikasa rejected them. 

Forcing themselves on her, Mikasa tries to scream for help, but it’s of no use since she learnt to keep quiet many years ago, until a man appears from behind, attacking them, making two of the men fall unconscious to the ground, with their heads bleeding on the concrete. The third ran for his life before he could get caught.

That man was Eren Jaeger, whom Mikasa had no idea of who he was. He appeared to the scene with who seemed like his friend, and they didn’t want anything to do with her, other than helping her inside again. The friend stayed behind, whilst Eren accompanied her.

Two days later, a group of tall men knock on the door to Kuchel and Mikasa’s home. Mikasa opens it to dark figures with monstrous intentions, like the three men at the strip club. Forcefully getting inside, they cruelly kill Kuchel, and kidnap Mikasa to somewhere unknown. 

By the time they arrive, they show her to their boss, where he decides the fate of Mikasa's life.

Somehow, and somewhat, Eren saves her along with his gang. They witness a man laying on the floor, in the hostage room they placed Mikasa in; she seemed to have somehow freed herself from the ropes, and instinctively grabbed the knife the man was probably carrying on him, and stabbed him to death, each stab and cross across his body that marked her will to freedom, each stab she granted which filled her pride with satisfaction. 

If she wasn’t heard through her voice, she would make them see her through her actions.

The knife still in her hand, blood dripping from the tip, and her eyes darkened with lust to kill again.

After calming her down, letting her know that it’s safe, they take her with them to their own base, introducing her to their leader, Magath, who inspects Mikasa for anything unusual, like a sneaky betrayal to take their gang down. 

Hours of extra precaution, Magath appears in front of Mikasa again, explaining that she has three days to decide on what path to choose in her life.

With no other family relatives, Mikasa feels all alone, the same loneliness she felt in her bedroom, but this one was heavier. It deeply affected her, as she didn’t know where to go. 

Being conflicted with deciding her own path, Mikasa spends three days with Magath’s gang. She feels with most of them, as they explain how they ended up in the gang, and even finds room for laughter with the girls.

All Eren does is watch her, observe her, making sure she’s taken care of during the three days. A slight hope inside that wishes she will stay with them.

With three days that passed by in the blink of an eye, Mikasa comes forth to Magath, with an ultimate decision that changes the course in her life.

For her whole life, Mikasa has never felt as confused and unsure of something, and the overwhelming feelings of taking responsibility was immense, but she faced it head on, promising herself to do more than rotting in a room.

Mikasa will finally walk the path she chooses to walk on for the rest of her life.

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Fic idea: No Strings Attached - An Eremika situationship au

Guess who watched a movie and could only think about how I could turn it into Eremika (🙃🙃)

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Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackerman meet at summer camp when they’re 15. Eren is loud asf and way too honest and Mikasa is quiet, observant and very much not interested in his nonsense

Obviously, Eren develops a crush immediately. Mikasa doesn’t reciprocate but she doesn’t really push him away either. They develop a casual friendship but not something that carries on much outside of camp.

Fast forward to 28:

Eren is now a doctor (overworked and lowkey a mess). He lives with his flatmate Armin, who’s his childhood best friend and has spent years dealing with Eren’s bullshit (I’m thinking more the dry humour route with Armin)

Mikasa is a marketing executive (successful and intimidatingly put together). She lives with Sasha, Annie and their very opinionated best friend Reiner (dw he’s not for the girls in this fic😭😭)

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Eren ends up at their flat one night (drunk and heartbroken) and somehow wakes up completely naked on Mikasa’s couch (a girl who he hasn’t seen in ages so he’s confused!!)

All Mikasa’s roommates walk in before her and Eren questions which one he’s slept with before Mikasa comes in. Turns out he hasn’t slept with anyone (yet😉) and had an alcohol fuelled bender after he found out his ex-girlfriend started dating one of his best friends, Floch.

One thing leads to another and Mikasa and Eren do end up sleeping together

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Mikasa isn’t someone who’s into relationships at the height of her career, and Eren has just come off something messy, so he agrees when Mikasa proposes rules.

It becomes a Friends with Benefits situation and from there, you can imagine, its shambles.

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Oh yk, just two emotionally constipated idiots trying to keep things causal and failing spectacularly!! It’s gonna be a Romantic Comedy that does get a little angsty, but I promise it’s definitely gonna be fun!!

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Just wrapped up on writing the first chapter of my aot high school au 🥂

When I tell you guys I was giggling to myself the whole time I was writing it!! I’ve made Eren and Armin the most dramatic little friendship and they’re giving major Seth and Evan from Superbad vibes

I think I’ve even decided on a title (I THINK!!)

How to Not Waste Our Senior Year (NO BACKING OUT)

A little context on the title decision ↓

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proof of life! caprice 31 snippet!

hi guysss i apologise for the crickets I’ve been serving lately! i am still writing, it’s just been slow because I’ve had all these assessments to do! but I’ll be back asap🩷

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Phew, I’m glad we cleared up that we won’t be coming across a foot kink LMAO

Keep cooking queen, Caprice is amazingg and you’ve woken me up from my AOT coma😩💜

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Palimpsest

A retrograde amnesia Eremika au

I wrote the first chapter of this a whole two years ago, before life got busy and I didn’t have the time to really sit with it and build on what I had in mind. But I’ve started working on it again, and I didn’t want it sitting in my drafts any longer so here’s chapter one!! [2.1k words]

”A good character is the best tombstone. Those who loved you and were helped by you will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered. Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.” °❀.ೃ࿔ Charles Spurgeon

Chapter 1: The illusion of continuity

A small breath split across the air that lived to disappear. A head rested on the shell of a cave, only open to her. Long strands weaved across the olive canvas.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Mikasa closed her eyes as she listened. He’s alive. He’s hers. He always will be. The numbing breeze still welcomed itself in their room as Mikasa allowed her silence to be the only sentient thing, trusting herself not to disturb the peace of the moment. Her eyes, just half lidded, lifted to only be drowned. His face, delicate and unguarded when his consciousness was resting. His shadowed lashes seeped like inked brushstrokes against the canvas of his contrasting skin. The brush continued down the straight slope of his nose, save for the gentle rise halfway, a flaw so subtle it made his beauty human, like a story written beneath the bone of his skin.

She continued following her brush until a low, delicate groan slipped into her raven strands and reached her skull, barely more than a breath. Mikasa lifted her gaze from the gentle valley carved between his nose and upper lip. Moss, after the heavy blanket of rain clouded her vision.

His soft gaze removed the blanket supporting her silence, and she felt her lips lift to a gentle sunrise, slow and warm lighting up the edges of her face.

“Morning..” she whispered as she leaned up and brushed her lips on the soft curve of his chin.

“Morning Miks.”

She felt his breath ghost over her porcelain skin, and she laughed softly, the quiet sound curling like steam in the morning air.

”Your breath stinks,” she teased and laughed again as she squirmed when he pulled her closer, trapping her in the warmth she never wanted to escape. He also laughed as he teasingly fanned her face, before concluding through nuzzling her hollow cheek with the soft bone of his nose.

”You always complain,” he whined playfully as he pressed soft whispers of love through the cold touch of his lips on the fresh snow at dawn of her skin. “Don’t you love me enough to stop mentioning my morning breath everyday.”

Mikasa smiled as she basked in the flowers that dusted her cheeks, at the familiar touch of his lips gracing the garden he had grown. “You always point out how I drool in my sleep.”

“That’s because you do.”

“And you stink. It’s even so you can’t complain.”

He looked into the deep, onyx of her eyes and, with the tilt of his head and a sly grin, flashed the dimples that cut his cheeks. “I do not stink.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes playfully and cast a soft kiss to his cheek before she pressed her hands into the bed and pulled herself up. In response, Eren did the same, and the cycle started.

First, she walked into the bathroom before him and every time he let her. He would reach around her with his longer arm to grab the toothpaste first. Mikasa always grumbled but never said anything; she was patient enough to know that her turn would always come.

Then, Eren would strip, and Mikasa would always look away, nagging him about how he should have more dignity. He never listened.

Eren would get in the shower and steam up the bathroom mirror so Mikasa couldn’t observe and shadow herself in the blemishes she had spotted. She could’ve sworn he did it on purpose.

After that, Mikasa would leave the bathroom and get changed, she was always one to take showers in the evening. She’d do her mascara in the mirror of her phone because she could never build up the courage to buy herself a vanity. It was a luxury not a necessity.

Eren would walk out in a towel and make sure not to pull her in from behind and kiss her shoulders until petals bloomed across them. Last time (and also the first time) he did that, Mikasa refused to go to work because her blouse got wet and crinkled. He never understood her chase for perfection.

Lastly, Eren would get changed and dry his wet hair with a towel. He always complained about how it never behaved and he wished he could tie it back like Mikasa could. She only laughed in response.

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Mikasa buttered her bread, making sure to fill the closed gaps with the silver surface that was smeared with pale yellow streaks. She added one drop of honey to the soft centre and used the same precision to round the tip in the corners.

Eren’s eyes were glued to the device resting on the polished counter as he poured some coffee powder into the water that rested in his cup. He occasionally chuckled as he watched a video on his phone.

Mikasa turned to observe him and made a mental note to make her own coffee. She loved Eren, but if she was offered to change one thing about him, it’d be his precision. He just didn't care. The problem was, she did.

”Hey Miks, look at this.”

Mikasa took a small bite of her toast before walking over. She was sure it was a stupid cat video, or maybe some online prank that was just mean and then they’d argue on the way about sensitivity.

She rested her head on his arm as she observed the Facebook video. It started off with a car driving along a winding path. The trees surrounding it are pretty, picturesque, peaceful. Mikasa always dreamed of a life in a quiet area, a road that led to the silence that bored others, but filled her. She hoped one da-

A scream.

She wasn’t sure who was louder, the figure in the video or herself. Or maybe Eren’s laugh ruptured both.

“Jesus Christ! You should’ve seen your face!” He was still laughing as he leaned his head back. “I knew it would work, you’re so easy to scare.”

Mikasa was still catching her breath after the horrifying video she had just seen. Jumpscares weren’t her thing. She liked to know what was coming and she did not see that coming.

Eren was still laughing, his cheeks slightly tinged as he held his coffee. Mikasa saw the small bit of coffee spill over the rim of his mug and land on the tile she had just polished last night. Her head hurt. She could feel a migraine coming on, she usually had those. Her toast was getting cold, the bread just felt stiff in her hand and- and was that an empty milk carton? Seems Eren used all the semi-skimmed milk. He usually drank skimmed milk with his coffee, why did he use her milk today? She just had to skip out on her coffee today then.

She was interrupted from the crash of thoughts that conjoined in the depths of her brain she hated. She felt the warmth of strong hands around her and a slightly wet sensation on her hair, likely from the coffee lingering on his lips.

”Hey.. I lost you there”

Mikasa exhaled a deep, heavy sigh that could easily be trampled by a breath. “Sorry.. I think I didn’t sleep well last night.”

”Ya think? Those eyebags are criminal.” She hated when he pointed out her flaws, even if it was just a joke. It made her want to look in a mirror and furiously scrub it away. “What was on your mind Mimi?”

Mimi.. Mikasa closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m just stressed.. what if my article doesn't get accepted”.

Eren sighed softly. She knew he knew how much it meant to her, they were already cutting down the prices of their groceries. If Mikasa couldn’t continue getting featured in the newspapers, she wouldn’t get a raise.

”I think you’ve worked hard and if they don’t see that.. then..” Eren scrunched his nose in thought and Mikasa wanted to laugh because she could feel it against her hair. All his subtle gestures were familiar in the weaving of her mind. She knew him so well. She knew he knew her well, but Mikasa observed every sense of Eren. She could probably guess the shape of his soul. “Then they’re just jealous because I have a beautiful girlfriend and they don’t.”

Mikasa snorted, an unfiltered and ugly sound. She hated her laugh, the one she couldn’t mask. Of course Eren turned it into being about himself. She knew he never did it selfishly, he only did it to remind her how grateful he was for her. Eren grinned as he heard her snort and lifted her face to look into the garden that his eyes stored.

“You snorted.”

”Shut up.”

Eren laughed and kissed both sides of her cheeks. He knew her lips were forbidden until after work because she didn't want to use more lipgloss than necessary. Mikasa’s smile bloomed slowly and she allowed herself to open the safe she only let Eren into. Mikasa held her toast to him, and he raised his eyebrow, confused, before he realised the bread had been left too long, too cold. He grazed his fingers with hers and took the toast, finishing it off for her and offering his coffee. Mikasa politely declined and instead leaned in to wrap her small frame around him, and felt his larger frame reciprocate.

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“Eren! Get off, I have to go!”

”One minutee”, Eren whined as he planted kisses all over her face. Mikasa had just gotten out of the car and leaned into his seat window to kiss his cheek bye. Eren held her hostage and doused her face in his kisses- loud, wet, obnoxious. Mikasa pretended to be annoyed but she couldn’t hide the bursts of giggles that erupted from her throat as Eren rubbed his lips into the fine china of her skin, kissed by the light and smothered by Eren.

“I love you, have a nice day at work.. and don’t forget to message me.” he murmured into her skin.

”I won’t… and I love you too.” Mikasa leaned back to smile at him before standing up straight and watching him pull the car out of the office parking and disappearing from her line of sight.

Anxiety always followed Mikasa when Eren couldn’t. He brought her to Earth, and when his weight didn't support her, she felt her light soul drifting. She was an overthinker. Eren always grounded those thoughts. She didn’t know how he did it but he did. She envied his ease. Atleast she thought she did. She cherished his presence. She was grateful for him. For the light he poured into her broken mind. She wished she had the same effect on him, she wasn’t sure why he stayed but he did. She didn't dwell on it. She was grateful.

He’s alive. He’s hers. He always will be.

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“I can’t run this one Mikasa, I’m sorry.”

His tone was Curt. Dismissive? Blunt. Definitely that one. Was it impatient? Mikasa’s head was buzzing as she plucked her flaws before he even finished.

3 minutes earlier, Mikasa got a Slack notification which paused her slender fingers on her keyboard; she was just in the middle of writing a draft for her next article. It was Graham, her editor. Mid-40’s, dry, fast-talking, and mostly tolerating unless he was behind on schedule (which was always). It aggravated Mikasa. She wanted things done on her own accord, but unfortunately, her mother always taught her to be patient, to chew her lip instead of pulling her hair. That made her close her eyes and allow the world to fall silent for a moment. Her mother.

That brought her here, as Graham critiqued her work. Tore apart the mistakes he advised her to make after the last article. He always told her the same thing. Your writing is too emotional. Mikasa never saw it. Her writing was real, it was raw. Journalism claimed neutrality but never practiced it, she saw the biased pictures that bled into every newspaper.

“You’ve always struck me as an emotionally intelligent person. Why do I never see that in your writing, when I’ve seen that to my face?”

She blinked. Back to the moment.

“I know it sucks but if you're serious about this beat, rejection’s part of the job. You know that Mikasa. Keep going.” Mikasa was back to her senses as he said that and the ongoing thoughts drowned out as she listened. She could’ve sworn that bit was backhanded but she decided not to say anything. Follow the routine. She didn’t challenge it. She thanked him, gave him a polite nod - not a smile, those were reserved - and left to start again.

Back at her desk, she gently lowered herself into the chair and sat upright, her spine like steel. She stared at her laptop screen for a minute before she deleted the draft with one click. Less emotional-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. Mikasa furrowed her eyebrows and looked down to see an unknown number on her screen. She reached for the phone with her pale hand and picked it up.

Within a few seconds, her gaze darkened, the onyx sheen dulling as the weight of the words sank in like stones weighing her body.

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This past week, I’ve been overthinking a lot of my writing and maybe even become a bit insecure of it. We’re our own biggest critics, especially when you’re in a fandom with such talented people who create fics with such beautiful plots. Eremika you will always be loved.

Anyways, I went back to Unwound today since for the first time in a while, I haven’t been too busy on a Saturday. My plan was to get some writing done but I felt like my mind wasn’t there and I was picking myself apart too much.

Instead, I sat down and reread everything I‘ve uploaded of my fic this morning and it allowed me to really appreciate myself and my hobby. I’ve always mourned English Literature after choosing Medicine as my career path, even though it was the right decision for me. I still recall being seven and telling my class on my first day that I wanted to be an author and spending most of my teenage years stuck in books and writing fan fictions of my fandoms😭.

We’re all creative in our own ways and we all have accomplishments. My little accomplishment today was being proud of my writing and finding this and wondering how I even came up with it haha:

Tw!! Miscarriage

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Every time I think of a fic idea, I like to think of things where I can immerse myself in them fully and that corresponds to my love of learning about random shit (i guess I’m just waiting to dominate a general knowledge quiz at the pub🫣).

For the past 4 months I’ve researched:

ㅤꨄ︎ the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami and also rural Japanese Shinto traditions

ㅤꨄ︎ strip clubs (I’m lowkey too scared to go to one for research on Unwound so I’ve been relying on books, movies, and accounts from strippers😭)

ㅤꨄ︎ struggling to understand Dungeons and Dragons and also figure out how American high schools work

ꨄ︎ memory problems after a traumatic brain injury

With that, it’s causing me to take time to write my chapters and I’ve just realised I’m literally a med student. I could have SO much fun making a doctor au and also get a lot of my info off the tip of my brain. Sigh. I just love making it difficult for myself, call me a masochist I guess🤷‍♀️ (no don’t call me that!!)

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Comm by venuzus on X

Inspired by the fanfic Mikasa by Captasha007 on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62333095/chapters/204385836?view_adult=true

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“Everything you need to know about the: Arranged Marriage AU”

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Here it is! The arranged marriage AU, also known as the “Eren fumbled a baddie” AU, also known as the single dumbest Eren in all of the ✨ROVERSE✨. First, it is useful to clarify the social tone of this story!!! Although it is set in the Regency period, the society depicted here resembles the world found in Jane Austen’s novels far more than the highly dramatised version popularised by Bridgerton. Jane Austen’s Regency is comparatively restrained and grounded in everyday social realities. Her stories tend to focus less on titled aristocrats and more on the landed gentry (families who possessed land, income, and local influence but did not necessarily hold noble titles).  Bridgerton, by contrast, presents a far more theatrical vision of Regency society. Its narrative centres on the titled aristocracy and places heavy emphasis on spectacle: The Season, the marriage mart, lavish balls, scandal, and heightened drama. So, if you have followed this blog for some time, you may have noticed hints of another Regency project. This one, Bed of Roses, leans much more toward the tone of Bridgerton. In that story, Eren is a marquess and Mikasa a young lady entering the marriage mart with the clear objective of securing a titled husband. That setting naturally invites glittering ballrooms, fashionable soirées, elaborate social rituals, and the kind of dramatic entanglements that often become delightfully ridiculous. This arranged marriag AU, now titled This Calamitous Love, moves in a different direction. While This Calamitous Love will still contain its share of drama, its world is not meant to be as dazzling or socially extravagant as Bed of Roses. Rather than focusing on the glittering circles of titled aristocrats and London’s marriage market (here represented by Mitras), the story centres on the rhythms of country life and the landed gentry. The social sphere is smaller, the concerns more domestic, and the setting grounded in estates, neighbouring families, and the everyday interactions of people whose lives unfold largely in the countryside instead of grand ballrooms.  Because of that, the concept of the gentry becomes important. After the peerage or nobility (dukes, marquesses, earls, viscounts, and barons) came the gentry. In this fic, the Ackerman and Yeager families are members of the landed gentry: they own property, collect rents from their land, and enjoy a comfortable social position, but they (Eren and Mikasa and their parents) don’t possess noble titles. Except perhaps for their grandparents and their older uncles, because both Eren and Mikasa are children of second and third sons, meaning no noble titles for them. Characters such as Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice or Mr. Knightley in Emma are good examples: wealthy landowners of considerable status within their communities, yet not members of the peerage. And that said, here we go!

Eren and Mikasa come from neighbouring families who live in Shiganshina on properties very close to each other. Their houses are separated only by a small river and a bridge.

Their grandmothers are close friends who always wanted to unite their families. Eren’s grandmother is a viscountess and Mikasa’s grandmother is a baroness. Both women had about three children, but those children married outside the families, so the union never happened.

The viscountess’s third son has a son (Eren) at the same time the baroness’s third son has a daughter (Mikasa). The grandmothers immediately decide to arrange a marriage between the two newborns.

They declare that Eren and Mikasa will marry when they turn eighteen and arrange the betrothal through the children’s parents, who are visibly uncomfortable with the idea but not fully opposed.

Eren and Mikasa grow up together. They are educated together and spend much of their time playing and visiting each other’s homes across the bridge.

They share a close friend, Armin, the grandson of the village church’s vicar. The three of them become very close.

Around the age of twelve, Eren and Mikasa finally understand what marriage means. Eren reacts badly to the idea and says cruel things to Mikasa, including that he would never marry a boring, lice-ridden girl like her.

Mikasa is deeply hurt and stops speaking to Eren. Eren also stops speaking to her, and the distance between them grows.

When they are sixteen, Eren decides—against his grandmother’s wishes—that he wants to join the army. His grandfather, the old viscount, gives him the money to buy a commission.

((A commission is the official appointment as an army officer, granting ranks such as Ensign, Lieutenant, Captain, Major, or Colonel. Buying a commission meant paying money to obtain a rank in a regiment.))

((The system existed so that only men of money or social standing would become officers. Men without money could join as privates and might rise to corporal or sergeant but almost never became officers because those ranks usually required purchasing a commission.))

Eren buys a commission and enters the army as an Ensign. Over the years he rises through the ranks and becomes a captain at the age of twenty-three.

During his years in the military, Mikasa writes letters to him, but Eren never replies. He deliberately ignores them, and eventually Mikasa stops writing.

The next time he receives a letter from her, she informs him that his grandmother is ill and has asked him to come home because there is something important she wishes to tell him. Eren ignores the letter.

Later he receives another letter from his father informing him that the viscountess has died.

Eren returns to Shiganshina, only to discover that his grandmother has already been buried. Her last wish was that Eren should be happy, so she and Mikasa’s grandmother had broken the engagement before her death.

He also learns that Mikasa’s grandmother died a year earlier. The baroness left Mikasa a considerable inheritance, enough to support her for a season with the assistance of Baron Ackerman (now Levi).

Eren celebrates the fact that he no longer has to marry. When he attempts to speak to Mikasa again, however, she treats him with complete indifference.

Eren asks Armin (who is now the village vicar) why Mikasa treats him so coldly. Armin tells him plainly that Mikasa is resentful because Eren never answered her letters.

Eren argues that Mikasa should be happy now that she is free to marry someone she truly loves. Armin reacts sharply and tells him something along the lines of, “And how exactly do you know she doesn’t love you, you jackass?”

Meanwhile, Mikasa begins preparing for her season and attends neighbourhood dances and social gatherings, where she quickly attracts attention.

Eren also attends these dances, since his grandmother had not wanted the household to remain in mourning forever.

At these dances, teas, and gatherings, Eren begins to see Mikasa differently. He notices how beautiful she is, how intelligent she is, how she refuses to be controlled by men, and how capable she seems at everything she does. Slowly, he realises he is falling in love with her.

The realisation makes him miserable. He grows jealous when other men show interest in her.

Armin mocks him for it and says he has no chance of winning Mikasa back. Eren, stubborn as ever, takes that as a challenge and decides he will win her back.

When the season begins, Mikasa travels to Mitras. Eren follows and attends several of the same social events.

During this time, a particular man begins to show strong interest in Mikasa.

One evening at a gentlemen’s club, Eren overhears that man boasting that he intends to marry Mikasa no matter what because he needs her money. He even suggests that if necessary he will ruin her reputation to force the match.

Instead of confronting the man directly, Eren goes straight to Mikasa and warns her about what he heard.

Mikasa rejects the warning and sends him away, telling him he has no right to involve himself in her affairs. She reminds him that he never cared about her before, so he should not pretend to care now.

Eren does not know what to do, but he remains nearby and continues trying to protect her even though she openly rejects him.

Later, Mikasa begins to express doubts about marrying the other man, which prompts the man to put his plan into action.

His method of ruining her reputation is uncertain. One possibility is that he sneaks into her room at night so that people will discover them together. Another possibility is that he arranges a kidnapping.

If it is the kidnapping, Eren rescues her, but the man spreads rumours afterward, damaging Mikasa’s reputation anyway.

Mortified by the scandal, Mikasa decides to return to Shiganshina.

Unfortunately, the rumours spread even there. Because of this, Mikasa asks her father to find her a husband quickly so that the gossip will stop.

Privately, Mikasa’s father approaches Eren. Although Eren behaved badly in the past, he was the one who saved Mikasa, and her father cannot think of a better man to marry her.

Eren sees this as his chance both to save Mikasa and to win her back, so he agrees to marry her.

However, Mikasa remains cold and indifferent. She makes it clear that their marriage was arranged once before, and that is exactly what it is now, nothing more.

How will Eren win Mikasa back? I don’t know, friends, haha!

Any thoughts?

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Fic idea!! (Attack on Titan au)

I’ve been fixated on this recently so hear me out… an AOT high school au but make it Superbad meets Freaks and geeks.

Set in 2007, right before senior year starts. Eren realises he has nothing to show for being seventeen. He’s never been to a party, his only friend is Armin, and most importantly, he’s never had a girlfriend.

So he decides he’s going to fix that. Him and Armin make a bucket list of goals that feel embarrassingly out of reach for them before graduation. To put it in simple terms, Eren wants them to become the kind of people others know and boy does that land them bam into a senior year to remember (in good and bad ways).

… and then there’s Mikasa. The single most gorgeous person Eren has ever laid his virgin eyes on. Problem: she didn’t even know he existed. Or atleast, that’s what he told himself while his stomach flipped with caffeinated squirrels every time she walked into class. Of course, she ascended straight to the top of the list. And naturally, Eren had to drag Armin along, because someone had to be the voice of reason while he charged headfirst into calamity.

Between awkward encounters, humiliating attempts to make the most of the year, and accidentally making friends with people they didn’t expect to like, Eren and Armin’s nine months to catch up to life officially begins… and not everything will go according to plan.

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AAH what do we think?? I’ve already started writing it🫣 and my plan is to get it out around June/July so I can do weekly updates for you guys!! I’ve also come up with a lot of illustrations I can do to add to each chapter and help with visualisations while reading.

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