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sonderlivra · 6 years

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The Kind of World Where We Belong

My gift for @doctorarchangel in the Eremika Gift Exchange organised by the amazing peeps at @eremikaweeks!! You wanted something with Beach Boys music incorporated into it, but I’m so sorry, I’m not very familiar with their music, so I used one of their lyrics as the fic title! :)

Hope you like it, and Happy Holidays!

Modern AU; ~3k words

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“Hey.”

That smile. Goddamn it, Mikasa missed that smile. She wished she could see it everyday, all the time, but they barely managed once a week now.

Eren squinted in the pixelated video. “Are those gifts I see…?”

With a gasp, Mikasa slapped her palm onto the laptop camera. Eren's protests came a full five seconds later because of the delay in their shitty connection.

“Hey, c'mon, I couldn't even see them properly!”

“Wait a sec,” she told him sternly and turned her laptop around. She brought out her blanket and draped it over the pile of boxes she had dumped on her bed, still waiting to be wrapped by her meticulous hands. When she judged everything hidden from view, she turned the laptop around again.

“You can look now.”

“I thought you bought my gift last week?” He grinned.

“I did,” Mikasa shrugged. “These are for the others.”

“And I couldn't see them because…”

“Because you'd tell them.”

“Hey! I can keep a secret!”

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Really, Eren?”

He laughed at that, and once more Mikasa's chest twinged with the usual mix of happiness and longing. She watched him sip something from a glass dripping with condensation. Even looking at it sent a small shiver down her back.

“What is that?”

Eren glanced at his glass. “Iced tea.”

“Must be really hot there huh.”

“It is.” His smile turned fond. “You'd love it.”

She pulled her heavy sweater closer around her frame. “Maybe someday.”

She saw him move his hand to touch his laptop screen, and she pretended that his fingers were touching her actual lips. “Maybe,” he agreed.

“Well if it isn't Mikasa fucking Ackerman.”

She whipped around, and felt a smirk grow on her face when she saw the other woman. She reached for a handshake, but Ymir batted her hand away and caught her in a quick, rough embrace.

“It feels like years, girl, how've you been?”

“I'm a TA now.”

“Oh, so you'll be Professor Ackerman soon, huh?”

Mikasa smiled. “Doctor Ackerman first. Then we'll see. How are you, Ymir?”

“Staying at home and getting fat, mostly,” Ymir said, but there was no complaint in her tone. “Oh, and,” she yanked off a woollen glove, her grin widening, “happily hitched.”

The gold ring gleamed in the dull light of the supermarket, and Mikasa was glad to note that her voice did not seem forced when she gasped, “Congratulations!”

Ymir hummed, looking genuinely pleased. “Thanks. Sorry we didn't invite you, but there was nothing to invite you to anyway. We just went and signed some shit and exchanged rings. Her sister witnessed.”

“I'm really happy for you,” Mikasa said sincerely.

“Thanks, Mikasa. So, what about you?”

Highly aware of the microwave dinners she had piled into her cart, Mikasa shrugged. “Eren's in Australia.”

Ymir’s eyebrows rose. “Still?”

“Eight months more.”

“Damn. You're a strong girl, Mikasa.” Ymir shook her head. “Don't think I could do the whole long-distance shebang.”

Mikasa turned away, took up a pack of napkins she didn't need. “You would if you had to.”

“I guess.” There was an awkward pause. “Well I guess I'll let you get back to it.”

“Yeah.” Mikasa made sure her expression was back to normal before she turned around. “Take care, Ymir.”

Ymir placed her warm hand briefly on her shoulder. “You too, Mikasa.” Flashing her a rare smile, Ymir walked away.

Mikasa read the messages on her phone for perhaps the tenth time. She knew he'd be busy today, since the holidays were fast approaching. They weren't due for a video call for a few days, anyway.

Holding back a sigh, she focused on the task at hand, making sure to wrap the edges carefully until a neat package sat in front of her.

There was a faint tinkle from behind her, followed by a baleful meow.

She turned around. “I know. I miss him, too.”

Moon-moon simply blinked, and meowed again, louder.

“You don't care, do you?” She actually sighed this time, getting up. “You just want your food, you fat bastard.”

She paused at the refrigerator, running her gaze over photographs she had imprinted on her mind. She still loved looking at them.

Eren and her, at elementary school. Eren and her, at an ice rink. Eren and her, sullen at a fancy occasion she didn't remember. Eren and her at prom, with their respective dates. (That one always made her smile. What idiots they had been, denying what they had for each other for years.) Eren and her outside their college dorm. Eren and her on their first date. Eren and her, at their first vacation together. Eren and her with their degrees.

Eren and her in a selfie taken at the airport. It felt like ages since that last one was taken.

She pulled out her phone from her pocket and held her finger poised above the screen, Eren's name waiting.

I miss you

She almost typed it; but she put her phone away, took up her pen, and wrote his address on the package instead.

The trill of the video call connecting lasted barely a second. There was a click when the call was answered, and the pixelated video feed came into view.

“Hey, how was-” Mikasa stopped abruptly. The person on the screen was not Eren.

“Hello, Mikasa.” His voice was milder than she expected. “It's nice to finally speak to you.”

She recognised him, of course. “Um. Same.”

The video was slowly turning clearer and so was his smile. “You know me, then?” He sounded inordinately delighted.

“Of course. Eren… speaks highly of you.”

He chuckled, and for a second she thought she saw Eren's father sitting there on the other side. “That's good to know. I haven't been the easiest kind of brother, I'm sure.”

“N-no, he's very grateful.”

“What's there to be grateful for? He's family.”

She had nothing to say to that, so she asked instead, “Is he there?”

“Hmm? Oh, Eren?” Zeke leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head. “He's just popped out for a bit.”

“Oh.” When no further information was coming, she continued, “Will he be back soon?”

“Can't say,” Zeke said cheerfully. “He's gone to drop a friend off at the station.” He leaned forward suddenly, the light in his glasses glinting. “They're very close, Annie and him, so it might be a while before he gets back.”

“Oh.” Mikasa looked at the way his smile seemed almost kind, and clenched her fist on the table. “I'll call later, then. Sorry to disturb you.”

“Such a lovely girl could never be a distraction,” he said gallantly.

“Right. Thanks, um, I'll call Eren later.”

“Alright. Happy Christmas, Mikasa,” Zeke said softly.

“You too,” she managed to mutter before clicking on ‘End call’. She glanced outside, saw the snow falling heavily now, and shivered.

Christmas had always been Eren's thing. He was the one that revelled in the decorations, the snowmen and snowball fights, the carolling, and the gifts.

“Christmas isn't Christmas without snow,” Eren had always said, until this year. Since his parents were going to be visiting him anyway, Eren had decided to stay in Australia for the festive season, despite it being summer there.

“Won't you miss the snow?” Mikasa had asked him teasingly, a long time ago, it seemed.

He'd just laughed and said he wouldn't mind trying something new.

Mikasa thought of that laugh, that smile, as she stood outside the store window. Then, squaring her shoulders, she went inside and made her purchases.

“Moon-moon, no!” Mikasa wailed, but it was too late; her brand new fake Christmas tree tipped over and fell with a crash. Again.

The ringing of her phone probably saved the miserable cat's life. With a huff, she turned away and slouched over to her desk.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Mikasa.”

“Armin!” She gasped and sank into her chair with a smile, irritation forgotten. “How are you? How's London treating you?”

“It hasn't killed me yet, but it's trying its best. It's so cold!”

Mikasa laughed, and kept laughing for a while as Armin regaled her with his stories about adapting to British culture. She missed him too, she realised. Armin was her best friend and he always had a way to make her smile.

“So, how’s Eren?”

Mikasa hesitated. “Busy.”

“I'm sure. I haven't spoken to him in months.”

“Yeah, he's… got a lot on his plate.”

“Always one to take as many responsibilities as possible,” Armin remarked wryly. “He hasn't changed at all, has he?”

Mikasa was smiling again. “No.”

Armin chuckled warmly. “God, I miss you guys.”

“We miss you too,” Mikasa said softly.

“So, you got my gift yet?”

“You sent it already?” Mikasa gasped.

“Of course.” He grinned at her. “You've got to open my gift on Christmas day.”

Mikasa smiled. “I won't open it till then.”

“Good.” She watched him check his phone. “Hey, Miks, listen. The guys here are planning a little trip around Christmas time-”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. There's some hiking and some pretty good views. It looks really good.”

Mikasa fiddled with her wristwatch -an old gift from Eren. “You're going then.”

“Yeah. We're leaving the day after Uni breaks, actually.”

“So…” Mikasa struggled to keep her tone even. “No calls until after?”

Eren leaned forward. “I'll call you, of course. Maybe not video calls, though.”

She swallowed hard and simply nodded. “Okay.”

“And… maybe not during the trip. They say cellphones are pretty much useless out there.”

“Okay.”

He stared at her in the pause that followed. “Are you mad?”

Mikasa sat up. “Eren, we've discussed this. I'm not going to be weird and clingy about stuff like this.” She forced a smile that she hoped would look genuine in the pixelated video. “You go have fun.”

Eren smiled, then reached out and touched the screen again. “I wish you were here, Mikasa.”

I wish you were here, she wanted to say, but simply said. “I love you.”

“Love you more,” Eren shot back, and they both laughed.

The package came when there were only a few days left for Christmas, and Mikasa nearly skipped down the hallway to her door. She hurried inside, dug out her craft scissors, and attacked the wrapping.

She failed to see the stamps, so when she opened the box to see a beautiful pair of soft, crimson gloves, she felt a strange twist in her chest, which was explained when she opened the card that was inside the box.

Just adding to the ensemble.

Merry Christmas!

XOXO

Armin

Mikasa sighed and couldn't help smiling. Armin was referring to her favourite scarf, the one Eren had given her years and years ago, which matched the fluffy wool of the gloves in the box.

She ignored the disappointment she felt and sent him a thank you text.

Sasha had insisted on spending Christmas Eve with her. Mikasa had tried to get her to change her mind, then finally gave up. Sometimes, Sasha could almost be as stubborn as Eren.

“And so Jean, the absolute idiot, goes and asks her-”

“Hey, Sash?” Mikasa said suddenly. Sasha looked up from her mug of hot chocolate.

“Yeah?”

Mikasa reached across the table and grasped her wrist warmly. She didn't have to do this. She especially did not have to bring all these sweets, or the gourmet dinner made by her own hands, or the stupid dangling toy that successfully distracted Moon-moon for hours and kept him from bothering Mikasa.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and Sasha beamed at her.

“What are best friends for?”

“And-” She glanced at the clock behind Sasha. “Merry Christmas.”

“Ohmigosh!” Sasha nearly spilled her hot chocolate as she scrambled over to Mikasa and caught her in a bone crushing hug. “Merry Christmas!”

Maybe this'll be a nice Christmas after all, Mikasa thought to herself, laughing.

Sasha had to leave early in the morning, and Mikasa couldn't sleep after she left. The good mood that Sasha had brought seemed to have disappeared along with her. Mikasa sat listlessly on the couch, her gaze resting often on the crumpled, half-decorated plastic tree that Moon-moon had finally gotten bored of.

She kept going over old conversations with Eren on her phone, looking at old pictures that sent her, memes and selfies alike, and felt worse with every passing minute.

When he'd first told her he wouldn't be coming that year, he had assured her that she wouldn't feel his absence. He'd be sending her multiple gifts like every year, she would have her Christmas lunch with his parents like every year, he'd be right there on the video call with her all day. She wouldn't even notice, he'd said.

Biting her lip, she shot him a line of text on her phone before she could regret it.

When no reply was forthcoming, she tossed her phone aside with a sigh, and turned on her laptop instead.

She was always a little possessive in nature. Early on in their relationship, she and Eren had gotten into a lot of fights because of it. She had understood, tried hard not to seem so 'clingy’, as he put it. She had tried, and it had worked.

She was still trying.

Was it too clingy of her to want to be with him? Was it too clingy that she wanted to at least hear his voice on a day that had always been special for both of them? Was it too clingy to look at airplane tickets to Australia on Christmas morning?

If anything, the prices decided for her, reminded her why she hadn't gone to visit him in the first place. She could have worked on her thesis in Australia, she could have even worked with her partner on the paper they were supposed to publish soon. No, those weren't her actual reasons; she couldn't go because it was too damn expensive. It was why Eren had chosen to live with his brother in the first place. The unfairness of it all stung her and she felt like breaking something.

Her phone vibrated loudly in the silence, and Mikasa jumped in her seat, startled. Then she grabbed her phone.

Hey Miks did you get my gift?

She frowned. No greeting, no “merry Christmas”, and no call. She sent him back one word, even more annoyed now.

His replies came a minute later, and Mikasa badly wanted to ignore them.

But she couldn't.

With a sigh, she got to her feet. Just her luck. Of course the package she was looking forward to the most had gotten delayed. Of course it had to happen.

She shrugged on her coat and trudged to the front door. Of course the universe would mess things up for her-

She opened her door and-

-there he stood, with those sparkling green eyes and that smile, beaming down at her.

“Merry Christmas, Mikasa.”

She froze, her jaw dropped. The silence stretched on, and he reached up and scratched his head in his characteristic gesture of nervousness.

“Uh, say something.”

She tried. “Eren…”

He let out a nervous huff of laughter. “Yup. It's me. I'm really here.”

And still she couldn't speak a single coherent sentence because she was utterly, completely dumbstruck.

“H-how…?”

And that was when she noticed the bags. He had a lot of bags. Eren followed her stare, and nodded. “I'm not going back.”

She almost stumbled backwards and fell then and there. “W-what?”

“I got myself transferred back for the last semester. That, uh, that's why I was so busy.” His fingers were buried in his hair again. “So much fucking paperwork, you won't believe-”

“But-” Mikasa realised her voice was too high, too loud, and she struggled to calm herself. “You loved it there.”

Eren shrugged, his eyes holding hers captive. “I love you more.”

Her hand flew to her mouth and this time her knees did buckle, but he was already there, already holding her, already sharing his blazing warmth with her.

“Hey, it's okay,” he murmured into her hair, while she clutched at him, at every inch of him she could grab onto, his heartbeat loud and reassuring next to her ear.

“Eren,” she practically sobbed and hugged him tightly, loosening her grasp only when he let out a small sound of pain. “I missed you,” she sighed as his fingers gently poked a smile onto her face.

“Missed you more,” he whispered.

“Doubt it.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh, you're on.” She tightened her arms behind his neck and pulled him down until their foreheads were pressed together and their noses were touching. “You have no idea how badly I've missed you.”

He chuckled, and she could feel the mirth echo from his chest to hers. “Well,” he smiled against her lips, “maybe I should ask Moon-moon.”

“Or maybe I can tell you myself.” She could hold back no longer and pressed her lips onto his, warmth spreading in her veins and shivers running down her skin at the same time, breathing him in and holding him tight, feeling like everything in her life had finally clicked into place.

The kiss ended too soon, but Eren asked her, “So, did you like your gift?”

She grinned sweetly up at him. “Let me tell you just how much I liked it.” And she kissed him again.

#snk #eremika #eremikasecretsanta #eremika fanfiction #eremikaweeks #snk fanfiction #hope you liked it #and hope mikasa wasnt too blue :)#pls let me know if the images dont work for you!!#delivras

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cristinableunoir · 3 years

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EremikaWeek. Día 3: ¿Qué Soy Para Ti?

La cicatriz de la operación atravesaba la mano de Eren desde donde le comenzaba el índice en la palma, hasta donde le empezaba el costado de la muñeca. Hacía cinco meses que se había destrozado la mano en un accidente de coche, y una semana desde que le habían quitado los puntos de la operación pero aún así aún le dolía al moverla. Estaba sentado en la cama, con las piernas cruzadas mirando fijamente su mano. Cada vez que la movía sentía dolor… ¿qué haría si ese dolor no se iba nunca? Eren era músico y compositor. ¿Qué pasaría si no pudiera volver a tocar la guitarra o el piano? ¿Qué haría si no?

- Eren -alzó la vista y se encontró con los ojos negros y profundos que le miraban.

Mikasa. Cada vez que Mikasa pronunciaba su nombre lo hacía con una caricia en la voz. Eren no se daba cuenta, pero él también lo hacía.

- Ya está la cena, ¿bajas conmigo? -parpadeó, era cierto que olía a carne y a salsa de tomate y verduras.

- Voy -contestó, escueto.

Mikasa extendió la mano para agarrarle del brazo pero Eren rechazó su ayuda apartándose de ella. No estaba inválido, había tenido rota la mano derecha, pero las piernas le funcionaban perfectamente. Mikasa volvió a mirarle con pena y remordimiento. Había estado mirándole así los últimos cinco meses. Si de normal, Mikasa no le miraba como a un hombre sino como a un hermano pequeño, desde que se había destrozado la mano ya le miraba como a un bebé con pañales. A Eren lo ponía enfermo, porque Mikasa y él tenían exactamente la misma edad, pero ella siempre actuaba como si fuese su madre o su hermana mayor. Y cuando él hacía algo por ella, parecía que estaba haciendo la gran cosa. Eren ya era bastante consciente de su inutilidad, no necesitaba que la chica de la que estaba enamorado desde los nueve años se lo recordase.

Apuñaló con el tenedor un trozo de pollo y se lo llevó a la boca. Al principio había sido muy difícil para él comer con la mano izquierda, pero con el tiempo y negándose en redondo a que Mikasa le diera de comer (ni más le faltaba ya), había aprendido a comer así por su cuenta. La chica por su parte estaba más pendiente de ver comer a Eren que de su comida en si. Abrió la boca para decir algo pero antes de que pudiera decir nada Eren contestó:

- Come.

Mikasa volvió a cerrar la boca y se comió el arbolito de coliflor. Era malísima cocinera, pero a base de tener que prepararle la comida a Eren durante los últimos cinco meses, la había hecho mejorar bastante. Eren se había destrozado la mano protegiéndola, le había salvado la vida por segunda vez. La primera había sido hacía diez años. Eren había visto cómo trataban de secuestrarla, y con tan solo nueve años les había parado los pies, y le había dado a ella el valor de hacerlo también. La segunda vez había sido cinco meses atrás. Iban todos en el coche, Jean era el que conducía, pero un conductor borracho se les había cruzado en el camino. El coche iba a arrollar contra la parte trasera del coche de Jean, impactando justo donde estaba Mikasa, pero Eren se echó encima de ella y fue el que se llevó la peor parte. La mano derecha le había quedado atrapada, fue un milagro que no la perdiese. Y había sido por su culpa. Si ella no hubiese estado ahí, él no…

- Mikasa -la voz de Eren la sacó de su ensoñación.

Parpadeó, tenía la mirada borrosa y la cara caliente y mojada, eran lágrimas. Se había dejado llevar otra vez por sus pensamientos y se había puesto a llorar. Mierda. Se limpió la cara y se levantó de la mesa pidiéndole disculpas a su amigo de la infancia.

Encerrada en el baño se permitió llorar durante dos minutos antes de lavarse la cara. Tenía que salir y poner su mejor cara, por Eren, por la única familia que le quedaba, por la persona que más quería en el mundo y que en realidad, también más la quería a ella. Cogió aire por la nariz y al abrir la puerta comenzó a oír el sonido del piano, el piano, el piano de Eren, pero…

- ¡Eren! -Mikasa asomó la cabeza por la sala de música, Eren estaba sentado frente al piano tocando algunas teclas con la mano izquierda. Le dedicó una sonrisa torcida cuando la vio. - Hola -la saludó. Mikasa se quedó petrificada en la puerta. Se sintió tonta, iba a girar sobre los talones y a darse la vuelta pero-. Ven, siéntate conmigo.

Mikasa no encontró una manera plausible de negarse así que obedeció y se sentó al lado de Eren en la banqueta frente al piano.

- Toca tu con la derecha -le pidió. Mikasa le miró horrorizada-. No me mires así, estudiaste piano como yo.

- Ya -contestó-, pero a diferencia de ti, a mi se me daba fatal.

- ¿Y eso qué importa? -insistió-. Tú toca, venga, que es tu pieza favorita y suena horrible si solo la toco con una mano.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfF0zHeU3Zs

Era Für Elise de Beethoven. Eren tenía razón, era la pieza favorita de Mikasa y parte de lo que la motivó a estudiar piano fue poder tocar esa melodía, pero es que era una pieza súper complicada de tocar y Mikasa hacía años que no practicaba.

- Venga -insistió con tono paciente.

Finalmente Mikasa se decidió y comenzó a tocar con él. La parte que tocaba la mano derecha era más difícil, y aunque Eren bajaba el ritmo para que ella no quedase atrás, seguía siendo una putada para sus dedos.

Eren por su parte observaba de reojo cómo su amiga aporreaba las teclas del piano con los dedos de la mano derecha, el ceño fruncido y expresión frustrada. A veces es adorable, pensó. No pudo evitar una sonrisa.

Mikasa olía como la crema de manos, como el talco. Su piel también era blanca como la leche además de muy suave. De más pequeños solía decirle que parecía un oso panda al tener el pelo y los ojos tan negros y la piel tan clara. La mirada de odio que le lanzaba después ya no le hacía tanta gracia al chico. No le importaba si no podía volver a tocar el piano, si acababa enseñando matemáticas o solfeo a niños que estaban comenzando, si volviera en el tiempo volvería a hacer lo que hizo. Mikasa era más valiosa para él que cualquier otra cosa, ella le hacía más feliz que tocar el piano o la guitarra.

- Mikasa ¿qué soy para ti? -un estruendo sacudió la habitación cuando Mikasa golpeó las teclas del piano con toda la mano abierta.

- ¿Eh? -ella le miró ojiplática. Eren se mordió el labio inferior porque en ese momento tuvo ganas de besarla. El corazón de Eren dio un vuelco en ese momento. Era ahora o nunca.

- ¿Por qué estás aquí? ¿Por qué llevas cinco meses a mi lado sin despegarte? ¿Por qué la primera persona a la que vi al despertar fuiste tú? ¿Por qué siempre estás a mi lado? -Mikasa siguió sin responder, y sin cerrar la boca tampoco-. ¿Es porque te salvé del accidente y te sientes responsable? ¿O es que hay algo más?

Mikasa parpadeó una vez, y retiró la mirada de la de Eren. Eren notó cómo se erizaba la preciosa piel de la chica por debajo de la blusa blanca, ella seguía sin decir nada y él asumió que se estaba comportando como un cerdo por presionarla así.

- Perdona, es que a veces me da por confundirme y no sé -se levantó apresuradamente de la banqueta, convencido de que la había cagado pero Mikasa le agarró por la muñeca y le hizo sentarse de un tirón-. ¡Ay!

Se quejó por el culetazo que había dado contra la banquera pero antes de que pudiera decir nada Mikasa le cogió la cara entre las manos y le besó. Eren tardó una fracción de segundo en reaccionar y envolver a la chica entre sus brazos, su cintura era tan pequeña que le daba la vuelta los antebrazos. Mikasa descendió sus manos por sus hombros, tenía los dedos largos y las uñas afiladas.

- Espera -la paró Eren antes de cortar el beso-, no me has respondido a la pregunta -Mikasa le miró con el ceño fruncido-. Es que no quiero que hagas esto por agradecimiento ni nada, quiero decir que…

- Te quiero -le cortó ella-. Siempre te he querido, te quise desde que te vi jugando a las barbies conmigo, te quise desde que te vi defender a Armin en el patio del colegio, te quise desde que me llamabas osita panda, te quise…

Esta vez fue Eren el que interrumpió el discurso para besarla, para quitarle la ropa con una mano y dejar que ella se la quitase a él con las dos. Mikasa tocó el cuerpo moreno y delgado de Eren, notó también su mano rígida en todo el cuerpo y besó las puntas de los dedos con los que tan hermosamente tocaba el piano. Al final de la noche no quedó un recoveco del cuerpo de Mikasa que Eren no hubiera tocado, probado o besado y viceversa. Ambos se quedaron dormidos abrazados al otro en el suelo de la sala de música.

Eren despertó antes de que dieran las cinco de la madrugada. Mikasa estaba tumbada a su lado, se había quedado dormida, denuda y con la cabeza sobre su brazo izquierdo. Eren tenía el brazo dormido, pero prefería tenerlo así antes que a Mikasa lejos. Se desperezó, estirando ambas piernas y brazos, Mikasa estaba tan cansada que ni se despertó cuando él se movió. Inclinó la cabeza para darle un beso en la frente y con la mano derecha, deslizó los dedos por el costado de Mikasa hasta dejarla en la cadera desnuda. Eren apretó un poco la curva de su cadera y para su sorpresa, se dio cuenta de que podía hacerlo y aunque la mano le dolía, esa mañana parecía que le dolía un poquito menos.

#eremika #cristinableunoir #eren jaeger #eren aot #mikasa ackerman #erenymikasa #fanfic eremika #eremikaweek #eremika au #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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