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Erumike Week, Day 2: (pre) Reincarnation

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Day 2: Reincarnation

The sun glistened off the glass and steel of the new administration building. Completed just in time for orientation, for parents and students to stare up in wonder. It added class, modern sophistication. Oozed financial stability, investor interest.

Mike stared at it, squinted against the blinding glare of it. The gaudy pretentiousness of it.

“Hideous, isn’t it?” A voice prompted from somewhere behind him.

Mike turned but the speakers face was obscured by the bright sunlight. He held up a hand to shade his eyes.

“Yeah, not exactly my style.” He grumbled.

“Erwin Smith, first year Architecture.” The young man stepped forward and into balanced clarity, hand outstretched with a warm smile on his face.

When Mike’s eyes locked onto his vibrant blue gaze his heart stopped in his chest. His jaw clamped and his head spun. He thought he might collapse on the spot but Erwin had already rushed forward to support him.

“Mike!”

They hung onto each other without a second thought for all the passing students and their families. They paid no mind to the way they gawped.

After what could have been seconds or hours for all that time had ceased to exist for them, Erwin lead Mike away from the busy thoroughfare to a secluded corner of the campus.

He reeled between the present and the past, flashes of a life he’d once forgotten flooding his mind. There was pain, so much pain, and darkness. Suddenly everything smelled sharper, harsher, and it stung his nostrils. Above all was shame. He’d failed Erwin, he remembered now. His closest friend, his commander.

Erwin shifted beside him as he caught his breath. “You remember?” He rasped, barely above a whisper. Mike nodded.

“I’m so sorry, Mike.” It startled him, the brokenness of his voice. He sounded so young and Mike remember, too, that he was. They were so young. They had another chance, so much more time.

He reached out and grasped his hand, fingers shaking.

“It’s ok, Erwin. We’re ok now.”

And he hoped, damn it he hoped he was right.

[crypticnala]

Here have some Erumike for @erumikeweek… Today the prompt was historical!

I said I’d try to participate and that’s what I cam up with! 19th century Mike and Erwin in military uniform!

[no-longer-heree]

Balance - EruMike

This one is probably my favorite EruMike Week entry so far. I hope y’all like it just as much as I do! Thank you, @erumikeweek for the wonderful opportunity to write this!

You can also read it here on AO3!

Day 7: Surfer

Summary:  In which Erwin has lost the feeling of normalcy, any semblance of balance, and Mike is there to help him find it.

Blue waves turned amber in the light of the setting sun, the waves capturing and reflecting back golden rays, glistening. White sand stretched to the east and west as far as the eye could see, giving off the illusion that it never ended. It tickled Mike's feet as he stood there on the shore, looking out at the figure wading in the calm waters.

The glowing dusk made their skin seem much more tan, their blonde hair blowing every which way in the unrestrained wind. Where Mike's dark blue eyes were trained on the man only a few feet in front of him, watching as the waves licked up his chest and sides, the man's azure gaze lingered on the horizon. Mesmerized.

Mike took a few steps forward, now feeling the sand squish wetly between his toes as he stepped in ankle deep water, taking a deep breath to take in the salty air. He closed his eyes, and could still smell the man's cologne even at this distance. It made him smile.

The memories flooding back like the waves breaking against the shore did not.

He saw the same man standing out in the water, but this time he wasn't still. He reminded Mike of Poseidon as he danced through the waves on his surfboard effortlessly, watching in awe as it seemed the sea contorted to his will. It had been a quiet day, but a great one for surfing, as the noon sun hung high in the sky. Mike was sat on their beach towel, smiling as he turned back to a book he'd brought. It felt as though only minutes went by when it happened.

There was a scream.

Mike's eyes snapped open at the memory of the sound, finding the other man still in front of him, still standing stoic and unchanged. Mostly.

His eyes found the man's left arm, followed it's length from shoulder to fingertips. Then, he tried to trace his right arm, seeing it to end much, much sooner than the other, the long sleeve of his shirt blowing hollowly in the wind. Mike took another deep breath, and this time he could smell the metallic memory of blood.

So much blood.

The man before him turned around in that moment, having heard Mike's heavy intake of breath. His usually bright eyes were hooded, and not in the way the other man was used to seeing. They weren't alight and blown with lust and longing, but dulled by memory and exhaustion. Where there was once confidence, insecurities took it's place.

"Mike."

The way the man said his name brought butterflies to flutter in the pit of his stomach, and commanded his heart to somersault all the way into his throat.

"Yes, Erwin?" he asked once he had gotten control of his tongue, his voice. He watched as Erwin turned towards him completely, could see the stubble growing into a beard along his jaw.

"I don't feel it anymore."

Mike didn't need to ask to know what he was talking about. Balance. Erwin had always been good with balance, and he proved it every time he danced with the waves. He never crashed unless he wanted to. He never lost control or composure. Not until now.

"That's okay." Mike replied honestly, extending his hand out towards him. "I'll help you."

Erwin's eyes lingered for a moment on Mike's hand before taking it, treading out of the knee deep saltwater to stand by his side. When their eyes met once again, there was just the tiniest spark of hope fighting not to be swallowed by the darkness of his thoughts. "Will you still love me as I am?"

Mike didn't need to think through his answer.

"Always."

[erumikeprompts]

Erumike Week 2018 is finally happening!

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[galctic-cosmos]

His new arm and organs

Gasping forest green-eyed male opened his eyes. His broad chest rose and fell rapidly as his heart rate was all the way up to pump the with chemicals and pheromones infused blood through the whole body that wasn’t his whole anymore. Beads of sweat all over the slightly tanned skin of the muscular male. Whole body was ruled by only paralyzing pain. The silent sobbing of a certain clean blonde came from next to him.

“Miche!” Erwin yelped out between his sobs before bracing his arms around the dirty blondes ones. Of course, he didn’t know what had happened to him or where he was and why. But the clean blonde surely did reason his eyes were glassy and dripping salty tears on his lover's neck and shoulder.

Miche lifts his right hand to place it onto Erwin's head for comfort so he would know he was there for him and to feel his lover's golden hair in own palm, that was more than calming for the larger framed one and kind of numbed his pain.

“What…?” only came out of Miches mouth with a very weakened and shaky voice. Since his memory seemed to not be available to a certain point, he demanded from his lover what has happened to him even when he was crying around his neck.

Sniffling and trying to calm himself down, smaller blonde lifted his head to start explaining.

“We were on our mission then you suddenly got hit and… and…” more huge tears rolled Erwins cheeks down remembering the bloody scene. Miche slowly lifts his left arm to place it on Erwins back but emerald filled eyes widen as the arm didn’t feel like his own but heavier ad it looked robotic.

Smooth metal plates formed to an arm that.

Yelling out in panic dirty blonde sat up with Erwin on top of him. Every movement hurt but that didn’t seem to matter.

“This… the doctors couldn't save every part of you so… they put the most modern mechanism into you so you could live, few organs of yours have been replaced as well.” The usual Calm and collective blue-eyed explained to his lover in a nervous and shaking voice.

-weeks later-

Both blondes left the specialized hospital, dirty green eyes filled with many emotions at once looked up at the sky, it´s colour resembled the same his loves eyes were filled with. The clean blonde had been helping dirty blonde with getting used to everything but he couldn’t accept himself like that, Miche didn’t feel like human anymore. Of course, that improved his action and combat in missions but it always bothered him. Even receiving love and acceptance from his boyfriend didn’t help to overcome that.

All those complicated mechanisms that he had to get used to and take care of were too much for the muddy blonde.

His left arm was completely a whole new robotic arm with tools that would unfold at command while the few new organs would infuse the blood with anedralin to boost the man abilities and even multiple them making him almost inhuman. That was exactly what bothered the owner of that body so much. Miche even became too afraid to touch Erwin, afraid to break his mere human body with the robotic parts that made him so inhuman.

“Miche… please” the golden blonde would beg

“No what if I break you as well just like the guys in our first mission after my leave?”

“Look whatever you think of yourself I love you no matter what, why can't you accept that already? I'm not a butterfly either so please please..!”

Dirty green eyes pierce ocean filled ones hidden behind darkened blonde locks of hair. Slowly and very carefully the taller male pulled his whole concentration together. First fleshy, human arm wraps around Erwin then, his from different mechanisms build arm rests gently on the smaller back. Its cold metal made him shiver for a second but he would return the embrace he longed before feeling soft lips against his own.

“You're still the same to me, despite what was done to your body. You're still my Miche Zacharias.”

With that something about how Miche saw himself changed him to his old self back, of course, it still two had complications but both made more money from using the dirty blondes abilities.

[shingeki-no-dead-otp]

Erumike Week, Day 3: High-school

[no-longer-heree]

Smooth like Tennessee Whiskey, Sweet like Strawberry Wine -Erumike

So, I’m a view minutes after midnight late to post this for day 4 of EruMike week, and I apologize profusely! Work was an ass kicker today, so it took me a little longer to get it done! Oopsies! I’m expecting another late one tomorrow. (Well, later today now.) 

Again, thanks @erumikeweek for the amazing prompts! This one was a little harder for me to write, but I still had fun!

If you’d rather, you can also read on AO3! :)

Day 4: Bartender

Summary: From lovers, to broken hearts, to new beginnings. Inspired by and in direct reference to the song Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton.

Erwin didn't know what he was expecting when he stepped through the threshold of Maria's Brewery after being gone for six years. In all honesty, he hadn't been expecting much. Maria's was the oldest bar on the downtown strip, it's legacy standing the test of time for many years without much change, so it surprised him to find the interior completely renovated.

He had remembered it being brighter, more cliche in it's western style than it was now. Loud green walls that had been chipping since the seventies had been painted over with a warm brown, the lights brought down to a much more comfortable, atmospheric dimness. The decor was a bit of the same style that it had used to have been, but with a newer spin to it. Classic meeting modern. It was tasteful and exceedingly impressive. Whoever held ownership of the beloved bar now had a real eye for detail.

Something else that Erwin hadn't been expecting was the sight of a familiar face watching him wide eyed from behind the bar. The man seemed even taller now, but he still had the same shaggy blonde hair and soft blue eyes. The same rugged, handsome face, his beard a tad thicker than before. The vision of this man sent Erwin's heart pounding, a slow ache overwhelming his chest as he approached the bar.

His hands turned clammy, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth as the guilt of leaving came rushing back with a vengeance. In this moment of reuniting, he only knew one thing to say.

"I'm sorry, Mike."

The words slipped from Erwin's lips before he had time to stop himself. Before he had time to consider numerous other things he could say. Better things. But those two words held the weight the man had been carrying around on his shoulders for a very long time.

"Hello to you too." Mike replied almost dazedly, still stunned at the other's presence. "S'been what? Almost seven years?"

Erwin nodded slowly, taking a seat on one of the tall stools, his fingers thrumming nervously on the counter's surface. He opened his mouth to say something, clamped it shut, and tried again. "I never thought you might work here. How have you been?"

Mike seemed to have found his way out of his shock, shrugging nonchalantly as he busied himself by wiping at a few glasses he had lined up. "I don't just work here. I own the place." He shrugged again. "I've been good. Keeping busy. I wondered if I was ever going to see you or hear from you again. I guess I have my answer."

There it was.

Mike was never the type to show his anger as anything else but passive aggressiveness. He never raised his voice, never called anyone names or got himself into fights. He was level headed and so calm natured. But he was also bitter, and held a grudge closer to his chest than poker cards, and he was showing that rare side of himself right now.

And Erwin deserved every bit of it. He deserved venom and hatred and unforgiveness. He deserved a good punch to the face, but Mike would never do that. Especially not to him.

"Mike..."

"No, don't Mike me, Erwin. Did you seriously come here on a Thursday night not expecting to see me?"

Was it Thursday? Erwin honestly hadn't even thought of what day it was. He hadn't thought about the fact that Thursday night was always Maria's night. Erwin had come here for a drink to try to forget those things. He had only come in attempt to drown out the guilt that was slowly creeping up his throat and stinging the backs of his eyes.

"I didn't realize..." he paused to take a deep breath, and started again. "I just wanted a drink, and what better place to get one than here? I honestly didn't expect to see you, but I'm glad I did. I missed you."

Mike shook his head, his lips pursed as he set the now clean glasses behind the bar. "Don't say that. Not like I'm the one that left." Blue gazes met once again, and Erwin could easily read the pain behind the man he loved so much. "I've been here the whole time. You're the one that walked away."

Erwin's jaw set and he could feel his own anger rising in the pit of his stomach. "I did. To go to college. To earn a degree so I could get a job to support us. Don't act like I'm the only one at fault here, you're the one who didn't want to do the long distance thing."

"We were doing fine--"

"No, we were living by the skin of our teeth. I wanted you to come with me."

Something that Erwin had only seen a hand full of times flashed in Mike's eyes. "You know exactly why I couldn't leave." he stated plainly, teeth gritting and grinding against each other, the friction rattling in Mike's ears. "I thought we were happy."

Hot piercing guilt slammed into Erwin brutally, his heart cracking as if he were made from glass. "We were happy. I was so happy to be with you. You're my everything, that's why--"

"But I'm still not enough." Mike interrupted, his voice as quiet as a breath, but Erwin still heard.

He stood from his seat at the bar, eyes brimming with angry tears. "Outside. Now." Erwin demanded, keeping his voice from cracking as he left no room for argument. Mike didn't wait, calling out to a back room for someone to come watch the bar. The two men went out the back entrance as they had many times, finding themselves in the same alley they would come to for a smoke, Erwin leading the way. Once the door shut, he let loose his tears and spun towards Mike so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. "How fucking dare you, Mike."

"Well is it a lie?" the man argued, scoffing and shaking his head bitterly. "It's not, is it? Face it, Erwin, you left because I just wasn't enough. You wanted something I couldn't give you. You wanted more than I could ever offer. Did you even love me, or was that a lie too?"

Erwin wasted no time in shutting Mike up. His hands gripped the front of his flannel shirt, pushing him against the metal door of Maria's side entrance, and slamming their lips together. His head was reeling at the familiar taste of cigarettes on the taller man's tongue, nearly swooning off his feet at how good the scratchiness of his facial hair felt against his skin. Mike's lips fit against his perfectly, their lips moving together in harmony, tongues dancing like they had never forgotten the song.

They hadn't.

After what felt like only seconds, they pulled away to catch their breaths, panting and staring into each other's eyes longingly. Erwin spoke first, his hands having moved from rumpling his love's shirt to tangling in his shaggy hair. "Don't you dare for one second think that I didn't love you. That I don't still. I left because I wasn't enough. We were in debt, we were weeks away from losing everything. I wanted to give you more, and the only way to do that was to listen to my parents and go to university. I didn't want to leave you, but I had to. Because I loved you, and I still do. That's why I came home."

Mike was left speechless like he was countless times before. It was always in moments like these that he couldn't find the words to express how he felt, so he let his body do the talking. His hands were on Erwin's hips, pulling him in closer once more as he reattached their lips for another kiss. Erwin didn't need him to say anything else. He knew from this kiss that Mike still felt the same exact way.

They found comfort that night in each others arms. Once the bar was closed and the city began to grow quiet, they escaped to the solitude of Mike's apartment, the same apartment they had once shared before their broken hearts departed those six years ago. They danced that night.

They made love that night. As smooth as Tennessee whiskey, and as sweet as strawberry wine.