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@erejeanweek2k19 Day7: Canon Universe.

Jean and Eren sitting in a tree♪ Just chilling and watching a romantic sunset cuz canon is rough and these boys deserve a little happiness.

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Hey everyone! We would like to remind you once again about the starting date of Erejean Week 2019. The prompts for each day are as follows: 

March 30th - Soulmates/Forbidden 

March 31st -  Road Trip/Comfort 

April  1st - Crime & Gang/Scars

April 2nd - Roomates/Competition

April 3rd - Single Parents/Formal Wear

April 4th - Pirates & Sirens/Insanity

April 5th - Canon Universe/Danger

Read about our rules and FAQ on our blog for more info, remember you can choose between either one of the prompts or combine them if you want to! Happy arting/writing/editing everybody! 

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Forbidden

Day 1 of @erejeanweek2k19 - Soulmates/Forbidden

Eren had never been a good son. He wasn't hard-working, not in a way his father recognized. He wasn't good at following orders, at carrying out the duties expected from a boy of his standing. He wasn't chivalrous or polite or well versed to fit into the parts of society his parents so desperately wanted him to connect with. And most of all he had always failed at refraining from doing the things his mother told him not to do.

He was eight years old when he first snuck out at night to explore the woods behind their estate, the wish to learn more about their lands born from a heated argument with his father earlier that day. Where before he had simply accepted his mother's words to never set foot into the woods he now was old enough to question them, to question the senseless prohibition and demand to know the reason behind it. But his father would not tell him and Eren had never been good at following orders, especially ones that seemed useless.

That night, wandering through the dark with his heart in his throat but his will burning bright as ever he saw him for the very first time.

He was a tall, lean man with skin as pale as the moon shimmering through the thick canopy above, long robes flowing around his elegant form. He was simply standing there, at the foot of an ancient tree, face turned up towards the skies and eyes closed in reverence.

Then, ever so slowly, he turned his head until he was facing Eren, who was frozen with shock and a gnawing curiosity, and batted his eyes open. They seemed to glow in the darkness, a rich, golden colour that made young Eren's heart beat even faster, his hands growing clammy where they hang stiffly at his sides.

"Hello child", the man smiled, voice as soft as his expression as he regarded Eren, his head dipping to the side just slightly. "What is your name?"

As bad as Eren was at following orders, even when they were put in place to protect him, he still was no idiot. His mother had told him all kinds of tales and stories, enough to know there was power in a name and that kind of power wasn't to be handed over lightly. Especially not to beings met in a forbidden forest at night.

His eyes finally flicked away from the shimmering form of the man in front of him down to the ground at his feet. There was a circle of oddly shaped mushrooms growing around the spot he was standing. Eren bit his lip. Looked up again.

"What's yours?", he asked back, curiously taking a step closer. If the stories he heard from his mother were true this was dangerous. But Eren wouldn't have snuck out into the forest if he didn't like the idea of an adventure.

A laugh, as high and clear as the sounds of bells chiming in the wind. Eren swallowed, then took another step closer.

"You are smart, little one. Not smart enough to stay in your bed at night, though..."

Squaring his jaw Eren took one last step forward, coming to stand in the soft moss as close to the circle of mushrooms as he dared.

"Why should I stay in bed when there's nothing out here that can hurt me?", he asked, petulant, knowing or hoping that he was right. The stranger tilted his head just a little more, the smirk playing around his elegantly curved lips curiously visible even in the low light.

"You think I can't hurt you?" He sounded amused, like he was making fun of Eren and the boy decidedly did not like the sound of those words. A familiar, hot anger started flaring in his chest and he crossed his arms, widened his stance.

"Why don't you try?", he sneered, even though he could feel his entire body shaking with either rage or fear, he didn't know. There was another laugh, just as clear and pretty as the first and then the man was reaching out with one hand, slowly stretching it towards Eren, long fingers uncurling and coming to a halt so close to Eren's face.

Eren woke up the next morning, well rested but drenched in sweat and utterly terrified.

~

The next time they met Eren was fifteen and much smarter than years before. He had read endless books and listened to stories from all across the lands, slowly piercing together what had happened that night he had broken the rules. He knew who, or what, he had met, knew how close he had gotten to disappearing forever. But he never went back, even when revelations and with them more questions started pouring in. Until the day that he did.

"Hello child. What is your name?" The greeting was still the same as it had been seven years ago, the low lull of that voice etched into Eren's memory like barely another sound. Only that this time it seemed almost a bit amused to see him again, the slight curl of soft lips beckoning him closer.

"What's yours?", Eren echoed back as he made his way over to the circle on the ground where the stranger stood, tall and beautiful as he had been all those years ago. The laugh was the same as well, chiming clear and light through the still air of the night. It was eerily quiet here, no insects chirping, no critters shuffling through the underbrush like they had on the way here.

"You are brave to return. No one ever has."

"Because you never let anyone else leave after meeting them?"

His question didn't get answered by more than a deeper tug on those lips, the gentle smile turning into a wicked smirk that made Eren's stomach flip with excitement, his heart thrumming in his chest.

"You're a fairy, aren't you? These woods are yours?"

A gentle tilt of that pretty head, a slow batting of pale lashes.

"We prefer to be called fae."

He didn't answer the second question and Eren supposed it was a misleading one. The fae probably had a place in whatever domain they spent most of their time in, wherever he whisked unsuspecting wanderers to. Maybe these woods weren't his in any sense a human could comprehend. But it was here where he ended up when crossing over into their world. Here that he had established his hunting grounds long ago. Long enough for all kinds of legends and tales to form around the pale man in the moonlight.

Of course nobody ever described him as such. After all, nobody who had seen him had ever returned home to tell their story. But when Eren had asked around, bribed servants to bring him books and tell him about the rumours that were whispered around town, they had told him how everyone knew not to enter the sprawling forest that surrounded the town at night. How those who went despite the warnings simply disappeared, never to be seen again.

Some thought there were vicious animals on the prowl, eager to feed on every stray wanderer making it into their territory. Others talked about an ancient curse a witch had placed on these lands after she had been rejected by the king ruling at that time. As interesting and exciting as those stories were, Eren knew the truth. He was looking at it right now.

But not once during all his years spent studying those stories in secret had he found an explanation for the question that gnawed on him like no other.

"Why did you let me go? Why didn't you take me when we first met?"

A slow, thoughtful tilt of that head, shimmering golden eyes regarding Eren closely.

"Do you think I would have, had I been given the opportunity?", the fae murmured, inquiring yet like he expected Eren to know the answer already. He did not have Eren's name. Was that all it took to protect oneself from the likes of him? Or was there more to it that Eren couldn't understand just yet?

He let out a soft breath, then took one more step towards the circle, careful to not cross into it, to not squish any of the mushrooms under his shoes.

Reaching out with one hand he half expected his fingers to hit some kind of invisible wall but they simply dipped into the circle until he could brush his fingertips against soft, flowing robes and surprisingly warm skin.

The silence stretched between them, the fae not moving to step away from him or even brush the hand away, simply allowing Eren to feel his presence, as real as any human he had ever met. Eren wondered if he would be able to feel a heartbeat should he press his palm against the fae's chest but he didn't dare move his fingers from where they brushed against the smooth skin of a pale forearm.

"I think you'd take me right now if you could...", he mumbled, the feeling of lingering danger slowly ebbing away as the realization started to rise within him. He was safe. For now. Though he couldn't help but wonder...

"Where would you bring me?"

A smile, soft and playful, almost fond, as the fae moved to curl elegant fingers around Eren's hand, delicately holding it, not pushing or pulling.

"Home", he whispered and then, ever so slowly, raised Eren's fingers to his lips. The soft, gentle brush of lips against his knuckles left Eren breathless, his head reeling as a strange, almost primal yearning shifted in his chest. Before he could stupidly follow the impulse though the fae lowered his hand again and let go with a gentle shake of his head. He was so very beautiful.

"Patience, little one. It is not your time."

Eren frowned, about to demand an explanation when the fae reached out to tap two fingers against his forehead and the world around him went dark.

Eren had never felt so lonely and mournful, waking up in his own bed.

~

The next time he wandered into the forest Eren was twenty-one and he was ready. The moment he laid eyes on the ethereal figure of the fae he knew his plan would work. It had to.

"Hello child", came the amused greeting but Eren cut the fae off before he could finish the small ritual between them. He wasn't a child anymore and he was done with these games.

"I'll give you my name, fae", he said, voice as steady and decided as he felt. "If you give me yours."

The playful curl of elegant lips made Eren's stomach flip with an excitement he hadn't felt in too many years.

"What a bold demand." The fae tilted his head, thoughtful yet strangely delighted, fascinated by Eren's words. "What makes you think I will agree?"

With a deep sigh Eren slid the strap of his knapsack off his shoulder and let it drop to the floor, the weight making the dry leaves rustle and crunch. The moonlight falling through the bare branches illuminated the fine cut of the fae's pretty face and Eren breathed in again, savouring the cool, clear air of the night.

"My parents will make me marry a girl I have no interest in. She's some nobleman's daughter, pretty and nice but ... I don't love her. And she doesn't love me. I'd rather spend my life in your realm with you than in this one with her."

There was a beat of silence before the fae shrugged the words off, utterly unimpressed.

"I have no interest in these petty concerns of you mortals."

"But you're interested in me", Eren argued, voice firm and decided because he knew, he was so sure that this would work, it had to, it was his only way out of this situation. His only chance to flee somewhere his father would not be able to find him.

"You spared me twice already and don't tell me you couldn't have taken me if you wanted! You seduced humans walking into this forest for centuries, you could have made me join you just like you did with all the others. I was a kid! But you didn't want me like that, did you..."

The oppressive silence of the still forest fell around them after Eren finished, breathing just a little harder than before. The fae watched him intently, golden eyes gliding up and down the shape of his body, the nice but simple clothing he had chosen to wear coming out here, then lingered on his face. He never answered but he also never denied what truth Eren's words held.

"Well, I'm here now. I'm ready to go with you, I want to. I want to give you my name and all the power that comes with it but ... I need some power as well."

A slow nod, pale lashes fluttering as the fae closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again with a soft expression speaking of fondness. Of centuries of patience finally drawing to a close. It was enough to draw Eren in, to utterly captivate him as those elegant lips moved to speak.

"You have grown up marvellously", the fae whispered, nothing short of adoration in his tone as he reached out with one hand, inviting Eren to grasp it. "They call me Jean."

There was no hesitation, only absolute certainty as Eren picked up his knapsack and took the hand offered to him with a smile.

Every story he had ever heard or read warned him of what he was about to do, told him of how much power lay in a name and the dangers that came with sharing it recklessly. But Eren had never been good at following orders.

"Jean. My name is Eren Jäger."

With that he stepped into the circle, never to be seen again.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For @erejeanweek2k19  April 2: Roommates/Competition

Summary: "How do you walk like a straight man?" Eren asked. Jean's fingers stopped typing, looking up at Eren in disbelief. What kind of question was that? And why would Eren ask him, Jean had never kept his attraction to men a secret, he was wearing a rainbow tank top for f*ck sakes!

Relationship: Eren x Jean

They were roommates AND they have a stupid competition (tell me that doesn’t scream erejean)

Please enjoy!!

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Boogerbrain is a term of endearment

Pairing: Jean x Eren

Rating: Teen and up

Tags: soulmates, soulmate-identifying marks, idiots in love, pining

Summary: When you meet your soulmate in a kindergarten restroom at age 5, things can only go down from there.

For @erejeanweek2k19, day 1: soulmates :D

Please read on AO3

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Eren wonders who can last longer, Jean or Marco? The results might shock you.

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Relationships: Jean Kirstein/Eren Yeager, Marco Bott/Jean Kirstein/Eren Yeager Characters: Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Mentioned Marco Bott, Blow Jobs, Competition, EreJean Week 2k19, Day 4: Competition, Who Lasts Longer?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST BOI!!!! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!!! MY FAVORITE CHARACTER OF ALL TIME!!! THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE MOST HANDSOME, JEANBO!!!!!

God this is so late and I am so sorry to everyone! The weather here has been awful and my computer has been giving me hell all weekend! Hopefully this little drabble will have been worth the wait! Please enjoy! :)

Also!! This is based off of @erejeanweek2k19‘s prompt for day 4: competition! It’s also dedicated to the loveliest 2 mods @attraversiamo19 and @inkonice of the event for being such amazing, beautiful, and patient people!! I’m so excited at how awesome this event turned out and I cannot wait to participate again in the future! Thank you for such a fun event, SJ and Lil! Love y’all!! <3

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Mommas’ Boys - Part 3

@erejeanweek2k19 Prompt: Danger

Part 1 | Part 4

Summary: Jean takes it upon himself to show his whole school that he’s turned a new leaf, but he didn’t expect his and Eren’s moms to bear witness to the rather embarrassing moment.

 Glancing at her watch, Celine smiled.

“Thirty minutes to spare,” she mumbled to herself as she walked around the corner of the city block, her heels clacking with each step. Her eyes honed in on the cozy little café at the end of the block. “Carla should be proud of me this week.”

Celine was barely inside the building before she noticed her lunch date already sitting in a corner, typing furiously at a computer. Her mouth fell into a frown when she noticed Carla’s frazzled appearance. While Mrs. Jaeger was hardly the picture of business, a wrinkled shirt and barely combed hair were unusual even for her.

Rather than order a coffee she walked over to her friend, pulling up a chair.

“Someone is here early,” Celine commented, spooking Carla.

Her friend jumped in her seat, placing a hand over her chest. “Celine! I wasn’t expecting you for another hour… Wait, you’re early today!”

“Perks of managing one of the smaller branches. Same pay but much less hours and work.”

Celine rested her purse on the table as she took a seat.

“Oh I’m so glad to hear. I’m sure Jean must love that,” Carla smiled. “After being away for so long…”

Dark bags drooped under Carla’s eyes but Celine remained silent.

“Yeah, a summer turned into a year abroad but it did him a lot of good. My maman always had a firm hand. Can you believe Jean actually does the dishes and is so incredibly polite? And I haven’t heard from Erwin at all this first semester.”

“Really?” Astonishment evident in Carla’s voice. “Eren has mentioned he’s better behaved even if he’s still hanging with those same hooligans from middle school.”

Sighing, Celine nodded. “I’d heard that but he doesn’t see them after school anymore. I pick him up straight from track. He might’ve been way out of line but he was right, I wasn’t there for him so now I’m going to make sure I am.”

Carla placed her hand over Celine’s, grasping it.

“I’m so proud of you, both of you.”

“Thanks, dear. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here so early, and on a laptop no less. What’s going on?”

At that question the light behind Carla’s eyes faded. She pulled her hand back and reached into her pocket to pull out a tissue. Water formed at the edges of her eyes but she dabbed them away before they fell.

“I suppose it was only a matter of time before you found out, but Grisha… the world learned he faked the results of some of his papers. He’s lost all credibility in the scientific world and the hospital fired him for academic dishonesty. He left home a week ago and never returned,” Carla answered in a hushed tone, sorrow hanging over her words.

“Oh honey, that was his lab in the news?”

“Yes. I thought he just needed some time to clear his head but today he reached out to me. He doesn’t know when he’s coming back and he withdrew most of our savings, his savings. Now we need to move before the end of the month and I need to find a job to provide for Eren and Mikasa.”

A sob escaped Carla causing her to hunch over. She wiped away the tears as they came but she kept her voice steady.

Déjà vu hit Celine like a ton of bricks, unearthing long repressed memories. She trembled thinking about Carla’s situation but soon regained her composure. Placing a firm hand on Carla’s shoulder, she looked her right in the eyes.

“You will get through this, Carla. It’ll be long and it won’t be easy but you’ll do this. Even though it feels like your entire world was wrenched away from you, you’re gonna pull it right back and continue being the best damn mom to those kids. I’ve been in your shoes before and I’ll help you as best I can.”

Sniffing, Carla tilted her head in confusion. “You have?”

“Yes, many years ago. Jean’s dad passed away when he was just a baby and he left me with the most wonderful child to raise by myself. I know it hurts so much and you feel defeated but it’s temporary. The world won’t stop turning because he’s gone. And Eren and Mikasa won’t stop needing you. Just focus on one step at a time and everything will slowly come back into place.”

“One step at a time… I need to find a home. We at least have enough for that and a little while longer,” Carla tried to clear her mind. She took long and deep breaths until she regained her composure.

“Right, and then we can work on finding a date for you to start your new job.”

Carla snorted gracelessly at that remark.

“Start my new job? I need to find a place that’ll take a resume of ‘housewife and mother – sixteen years’.”

“Not a problem, we have an opening at my branch that I’ll hold for you,” Celine offered.

Carla’s jaw dropped.

“R-really? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course! Just focus on the other important things like your kids. They need you.”

For the first time during their conversation, Carla’s expression relaxed and the life returned to her eyes.

“Thank you so much!”

As if on cue, Celine’s phone rang. The two women glanced down to see Erwin’s picture flash across the screen, wearing his usual stern expression.

“I think I might’ve jinxed myself,” Celine sighed, ignoring her friend’s chuckling. She swiped a finger across the screen and took the call. “Hello Erwin.”

“Hi, Celine-”

“Jean again?”

“-yes. We’ve had a rather awkward situation develop and I’d like you to come down.”

Rolling her eyes, Celine gave Carla a dull stare. “Should I bring Carla? We’re currently having lunch together.”

“Ah, give her my regards. Yes, please bring her too.”

Carla cocked an eyebrow until Celina nodded at her, causing her to hang her head. “Oh, Eren…”

“Alright, we’ll be right over,” Celine confirmed. Hanging the phone up, she gestured to the door. “I’ll drive.”

The two women paid the bill and left in a rush. Much to Celine’s surprise, Carla pointed out a quicker route to the school that she was unaware of and beat her personal best time. As they pulled up to park, they saw Erwin waiting at the doors to the school.

“I hope they didn’t get in a fight again,” Celine sighed. Her son was so close to making it one semester without trouble. So damn close.

“Here’s to hoping,” Carla shook her head, unbuckling her belt.

They carefully shut the doors to the Honda Civic before joining Erwin on the sidewalk.

“Carla, Celine, I hope today has treated you well… Or at least as best as the circumstances allow,” Erwin greeted, his eyes focusing on Carla for the latter part of his statement.

“It was,” Celine said. “What happened? What did they fight about this time?”

Erwin frowned, shaking his head. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple. Good news is that the boys didn’t fight each other for once.”

Celine flinched at those words. “Come again?”

“From what I’ve gathered the boys didn’t fight each other. In fact, Jean defended Eren this morning from his friends.”

“Jean defended Eren? From what?” Celine interrogated the man, disbelief in her voice.

Eren wasn’t a boy that needed defending.

“Mr. Wagner and his little group were harassing Eren about his father,” Erwin started, pausing when Carla’s mood instantly soured. “Jean took exception to this and verbally lambasted them.”

“Oh he didn’t throw a punch, thank goodness,” Celine released a held breath, wiping her forehead she smiled.

“Correct, but he might as well have. His so-called friends saw fit to tape these to every locker in the building.”

Erwin pulled a neatly folded paper from his breast pocket, extending it to Celine. She quickly unfurled it, nearly dropping it when she saw the contents: a grainy picture of her son with large words underneath it.

“’Jean Kirschtein is a faggot’?” Celine read aloud, her blood freezing in her veins. “His friends did this?”

“Yes, we have them on camera. We currently have Jean in the office to shield him from harassment. Eren is also present since he took it upon himself to avenge Jean’s honor,” Erwin informed the mothers. He gestured to the building, “If you’d follow me we can go see them.”

Carla shook her head at the news.

Just as the three stepped towards the building, the doors swung open to reveal Levi dressed in a custodial outfit. “Erwin, get to the office. Now!”

“What?” Erwin tilted his head in confusion as they walked to the building. He quickly realized something was off when he heard the school’s PA echoing in the halls.

“…and the time we thought Connie shat himself on the bus to DC? That was Mina after she ate Taco Bell for the first time. Totally just blamed him and everyone bought it. Oh and she cheated on you Connie with Thomas. And then cheated on him with Franz who then cheated on her with Hannah,” Jean’s distinct voice announced.

Celine placed a hand over her mouth as the color drained from her face. While she listened to her son’s speech she noticed the posters lining the halls. Every locker with a picture of her son’s face with those nasty words underneath them.

“Let’s go, now,” Erwin stated, immediately power-walking for the office. He didn’t miss the smirk on Levi’s face as the janitor listened to the juicy gossip.

“But Thomas, you hypocrite, you’re the one that made out with Franz when you were both tipsy. And I just love how you told everyone you lost your virginity already. News flash, you fucked your stuffed bear Mr. Tinkles and pretended it was a big deal,” Jean continued. Repeated dull thuds could be heard in the background but Jean seemingly ignored it.

Celine kept her mouth bolted shut as she heard her son using such brazen language.

“And what about Franz? You really haven’t done too much. Besides the fact you like to pick your nose and eat the boogers. And that you wet your bed until like three years ago.”

The three adults were almost at a jogging pace when they could faintly hear someone shout, “Liar!”

“Call me what you want but I’m not a pants shitter, a toy fucker, or a cheater. Or a toy fucker. Poor Mr. Tinkles. In conclusion, fuck you three.”

Erwin and the mothers arrived at the principal’s office in time to see Hanji shoulder-checking the door. Each attempt was in vain as the wood held strong.

“Hanji, where are the keys?” Erwin asked, leading Carla and Celine inside.

Turning to reveal crooked glasses, Hanji raised a finger and opened their mouth but no words came out.

“Oh, right. Those,” Hanji eventually spoke.

Quickly retrieving the keys from their pants pocket, Hanji unlocked the door to reveal Jean sitting in Erwin’s chair facing the window with a sorrowful look while Eren was on the floor wheezing. Eren grabbed his sides while laughter wracked his body.

“Jean Alexandre Kirschtein, what have you done?” Celine asked, catching the attention of both the boys.

Jean spun around in the chair, his expression now akin to a deer in the headlights.

“Maman-!”

Carla’s eyes fell to her son who struggled to regain his composure. With a concerted effort Eren managed to stifle his laughter.

“He just straight up murdered Thomas Wagner, Mina Carolina, and Franz Kefka. Good riddance,” Eren explained, wiping a tear from his eyes. “Oh this is the best day of my life.”

Carla covered her mouth with her hand at her son’s reaction. It wasn’t disappointment or anger that kept her silent, but awe. Jean managed to bring a wide smile to her son’s face.

Erwin crossed his arms as he stepped into the room, clearing his throat. “My chair?”

Not needing to be told twice, Jean scampered away from the leather chair and into one of the plush chairs on the side. “Sorry, sir.”

“Why, Jean? They would’ve been disciplined and punished accordingly,” Erwin wondered as he pulled a pink sheet from his desk. He started scribbling on it, looking at the calendar on his desk for the date.

“No offense, sir, but they wouldn’t have learned their lesson. I know them. They’ve never known what lines shouldn’t be crossed and a suspension wouldn’t do anything. Now they know what happens when you go after low hanging fruit.”

Celine pursed her lips, processing her son’s explanation. While she didn’t know what to make of her son’s very public stunt, she was moderately impressed by his reasoning. Not that she’d ever tell him that.

“Ms. Kirschtein, you know the drill. Please sign here that you understand the reason for his detention,” Erwin said as he slipped the pink paper across the desk.

“Only a detention?” She asked.

Even Jean perked up at that news.

“Yes, he’ll be in detention Monday morning for using the intercom inappropriately and slandering students. He’ll be joined by his friends of course but this is no reason for suspension,” Erwin explained.

“Of course, thank you,” Celine nodded as she signed the line.

“You may take him home early today, I don’t wish for any further disturbances to our educational environment.”

“Okay, thank you.” Celine turned for the door when she noticed Carla. Before she could respond Carla held up her hand.

“It’s ok, I’ll get a ride with Levi. His shift should be ending soon and he was due to clean our house today. Go home Celine.”

Smiling, Celine replied. “Okay. We’ll talk about the other thing later. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything else. Now, come along Jean.”

Carla nodded.

Jean got to his feet, shoving his hands in his pocket and keeping his eyes to the ground. Before he got too far, Eren called out to him.

“Hey, Jean. Thanks,” Eren grinned at him.

Jean returned a tiny smile and shrugged. “No problem.”

Celine almost tripped upon hearing those words but thankfully caught herself. Today was really full of surprises.

To Be Continued

[roxi4]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This was written for @erejeanweek2k19! Prompt Day 4 - Roommates/Competition.

Summary: Jean Kirstein is home alone and utterly bored. All his flatmates are out for the night and he’s unsure of what to do. Following his best friend’s suggestion, Jean decides to join Grindr for some entertainment.

Or, Jean joins Grindr because he’s bored and unknowingly starts sexting his flatmate.  Relationship: Jean Kirstein/Eren Yeager Rating: Explicit Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, Roommates/Housemates, Texting, Attempted Humour

It’s my first ever erejean fanfic and I’m extremely nervous that I don’t have them in character! I apologise in advanced it this is wildly weird and ooc! This fic isn’t beta’d at all! I’m very sorry for any mistakes!

There was meant to be a second chapter, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, I wasn’t able to finish it in time. I will add it once I get round to finishing it!