Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

And So It Ends	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: +. to F > Attack on Titan /Shingeki No Kyojin Views: 4852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own nor make profit of Attack on Titan. Hajime Isayama owns it.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Author's note: Soooo, this was supposed to be the last part. With stress on 'supposed to be'. Except it isn't. Because I'm a sucker for chapters of the same length (give or take a few paragraphs), I'll be writing a third part for this story (Cazzy, I know what you're going to say, but at least it's not going to be seven parts :P ).
So yeah, you can expect a part three. Also, some parts in this chapter gave me a lot of trouble - that's why this is so late - so I hope I didn't screw up too badly. *winces*
Warnings: angst; foul language; reference to abortion (mainly near the end); Eren is really not happy in this chapter; don't expect fluff here; something bordering on a breakdown
I hope you'll like it!
Part 2
The older man waited until after lunch to corner him.
As had been routine for years when there was no mission, the whole squad was cleaning the entire building under Levi's command. The man was going from room to room, making sure that none of them were skirting their tasks. Eren had already heard him viciously berating Jean for not cleaning the windows to the captain's standards, but Jean had always been an idiot when it came to cleaning, so the brunette wasn't surprised in the least. He was just glad that he had learnt early on how to clean the place to meet the dark haired man's standards.
"So you didn't collapse again, which is good," Levi said casually, leaning against the doorframe. He held a dust cloth between two fingers and his hair was as always hidden by a piece of white cloth tied around his head.
Eren uttered a non-committal grunt, glaring at a particular stubborn spot on the windowsill that he had been trying to remove for the past ten minutes. He had cleaned this room last week, so what the hell had happened in the meantime that had made it this dirty?
"What happened during training?" Levi entered the room, closing the door behind him. His gaze trailed over the room, probably searching for a spot that Eren had missed.
They might sleep together, but that didn't mean that Levi would soften up when it came to cleaning.
"I don't know," Eren sighed, rubbing harder over the stubborn dirt spot. One way or the other, he would get that spot off the windowsill. "I suddenly blacked out, that's all I know."
"But you felt fine afterwards?" Levi snorted and the sound of boots clanking on the wooden floor echoed a bit through the room as the older man wandered from one wall to the other. "I find that a bit hard to believe. I don't fucking care about your healing – you don't think it's strange you suddenly blacked out? The fuck, it's not like you were training in your titan form."
His hand clenched around the damp cloth and he stared through the window, irritation flaring up. Taking a deliberate slow breath, he replied monotonously, "What else do you expect me to say, sir? Maybe I didn't eat enough." He shrugged; his hand stilled on top of the spot.
"We both know that's bullshit," Levi retorted sharply.
His breath escaping in a loud hiss, Eren whirled around, glaring at his superior. "Look, I don't know what the hell you want me to say!" he snapped annoyed. "I blacked out for some reason. I feel fine now, so who the fuck cares?"
The wet cloth dripped on the floor.
Grey eyes narrowed. "Were you remembering something that had to do with your father?"
Eren tensed; his muscles in his back and shoulders cramping up. His father was a taboo subject, even after all this time. He didn't appreciate his father being brought up again; couldn't he just lose consciousness without it being tied to memories of his father? Why did his blacking out automatically have to have a real reason behind it?
"No, I wasn't remembering anything," he bit out eventually, turning back around to the offending dirty spot. "People black out sometimes; it happens."
"Didn't I tell you that you needed to inform me of any weird things that you experience?" Levi bit out, taking a step closer.
"Well, of course; it's not like you were there when it happened after all," Eren retorted sarcastically, watching how his breath fogged up the window slightly.
"Damn it, Yeager! Can't you take this serious - "
A loud crash at the end of the hallway followed by a panicked shout cut him off and for a few seconds nobody moved; everything was silent.
Then Levi cursed, muttered, "Fucking arsewipes, the lot of them!" and stormed out of the room in search of the unfortunate person who had just made an even bigger mess.
With a 'thunk' Eren dropped his head against the window and stared despondently at the stables where some of the new recruits – what were their names again? Blaine and Melinda? Blaise and Belinda? Whatever; didn't matter – were mucking out the stables.
Levi wasn't about to let this go; he knew him well enough for that. He would bitch until Eren finally acquiesced and told him what had happened, but that was just it: he didn't have a fucking clue. He knew just as much as Levi did about his fainting spell – which was to say: absolutely nothing, nada, zilch. Chances of Levi believing him, though, were nihil to practically non-existing.
The young man sighed and his eyes slipped back to the dirty spot. Well, he might as well try to attack that spot again. It did seem a bit fainter if he cocked his head just so.
Or maybe it was a trick of the light.
Whatever. He went back to cleaning.
Almost. He had almost been in the clear.
The entire day he had managed to avoid the captain; it hadn't been that difficult. The majority of his friends still hadn't fully grasped the level of cleanliness that Levi required and the older man had been flitting from room to room berating them for forgetting to dust on top of the closets or leaving a shoe mark behind on the floor.
If Eren hadn't still been pissed off from his conversation with the dark haired man, he might have laughed at his more colourful use of the language.
Dinner had been a mostly quiet affair as the sulking soldiers tried to lie low in case something sparked Levi's ire again. All of them had fought multiple titans, but a man of five feet twenty-five managed to scare them into submissiveness. To be fair, though, Levi having a bad day was ten times scarier than a rampaging titan. Mostly because you could still fight off and defeat a titan – Levi was much more likely to kick your arse seven ways to Sunday and win the fight.
Dishwashing duty had fallen on Mikasa, Armin and Connie today, so Eren had slipped out of the dining room before Mikasa could even think of reeling him inside the kitchen and continuing to fuss over him. He loved her, he really did, but at times she could really test his patience with all her fussing over him. He wasn't a little boy anymore, damn it!
The dying sunlight painted the corridor a soft red and rose; shadows of tree branches swaying in the wind and birds flying past played across the wall. His boots echoed; a faint hollow sound that cleaved through the silence.
Idly wondering whether anyone would be up on the roof at this hour, Eren turned around the corner; the rickety staircase leading up to the roof in sight.
Alas the roof would not be graced with his presence tonight as a steely voice behind him made him freeze.
"Did you really think you could get away from me this easily?" Levi asked frostily.
God damn it. Eren turned around with a frown. "Sir, really, there's nothing else I can tell you," he said through gritted teeth. "I really don't know what made me faint and honestly, I don't give a fuck right now either."
Usually his choice of language – or more accurately the lack of respect he was currently portraying – would have earned him a tongue lashing or a kick sending him to the floor, but this time Levi narrowed his eyes, cocking his head faintly to the left.
"You're not going to faint on me now, are you?" he asked suspiciously. "You look like shit."
"Gee, thanks; you really know how to flatter a guy," Eren retorted dryly, running a hand through his hair.
"Eren, cut the crap already. You need to - "
"Ah, there you two are!"
Both men whipped around, watching Hange stride towards them with a maniac glint in their eyes. Eren was instantly alarmed. Not specifically by the maniac glint – he had grown used to that particular look after so much time working with them – but by the worry layered underneath it. There wasn't much that could worry the scientist; the things that did … Well, they usually promised death or at the very least a lot of danger.
"Hange," Levi greeted them warily.
They flapped their hands anxiously, nearly smacking them against the wall. "I finished researching your blood, Eren, and well, I really need to talk to you about it."
"You took a long time researching his blood," Levi grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
They grimaced, adjusting their glasses. "That was because I wanted to be certain that the result wasn't a fluke," they muttered, scratching the back of their head. "Come on, let's go to my room. This is not a conversation that we should have in the corridor."
"That bad?" Eren questioned apprehensively, but a sliver of fear wound itself around his stomach, squeezing it. What was in his blood that was so bad they had to have a private conversation about it? That had Hange looking so out of their element?
Was he … was he dying? A nearly hysterical chuckle was harshly swallowed down; there was some kind of irony in the fact that his body would succeed in killing him faster than the Court would.
"You know, Mister Grumpypants, you don't need to be present during the conversation," Hange said casually as they descended the staircase to their room. Despite their light tone, a jittery undertone laced their voice which did nothing to soothe Eren's nerves.
"Still assigned to watch him, dipshit, so I'm coming with you," Levi growled and the hairs in Eren's neck rose at his close proximity.
They shrugged. "Suit yourself," they chirped and unlocked the door to their room. "It might be a bit messy," they warned, shoving some boxes to the side with their foot as they entered the room.
"A bit?" Levi repeated darkly, casting a foul look around the place. His fingers twitched as if he was itching to grab a cloth and start cleaning.
"All right, here's the thing," Hange started, rummaging through the stuff on their table. "I need to ask you a question, Eren, and it's of the utmost importance that you give me an honest answer."
"Okay," Eren said slowly and the nerves turned up a notch. Already he didn't like where this conversation was going and they had barely started talking!
"Approximately four months ago, did you engage in sexual intercourse with a man?" Hange looked at him expectantly; their glasses glinting in the dim light.
"What?" Eren asked bemused, thrown off guard by the odd question. What the fuck did him having sex with a guy have to do with his blood results?
"The question, my dear boy," they clucked their tongue; their fingers grabbing the edges of the papers tightly, creasing them slightly.
"I – yes," Eren answered after a short bout of silence, resolutely not looking in Levi's direction. While homosexual relationships weren't exactly forbidden, they weren't encouraged either and everyone was advised against having them. Eren was already threading a thin line by fucking with a man, but if word came out that he was fucking with the captain … More importantly with Humanity's Strongest, then shit would hit the fan hard. The whole shit about Levi being his superior would not even be the biggest problem.
Hange hummed, tapping their fingers erratically against the wooden table. "Well, in that case my results are definitely true; no mistaking those," they muttered distractedly, gnawing on their lower lip. "But how this is possible is beyond my comprehension honestly."
"Hange!" Levi barked and they started; their head whipped up to stare at him shocked. "Are you going to tell us what you discovered or do we have to fucking guess?"
They sighed and rolled their shoulders, cracking their neck loudly. "Look, what I'm about to say is going to sound unbelievable, I know, but it's the only thing that makes sense given everything," they started, leaning back against the table. "Your bloodwork showed a high level of a particular hormone."
"Which hormone?" Eren furrowed his eyebrows.
"A hormone that we usually only find in women," they continued, looking contemplatively. "More specifically when these women are expecting a child."
Incredulous laughter left Levi and he spat out, "Are you saying that Yeager is pregnant? Fucking hell, that's too much out of the realm of possibilities to be even believable. How the hell did you fuck up reading his results?"
They frowned, throwing him a disapproving look. "Why do you think it took me so long to talk about the results? I checked four times; everything adds up." They began ticking off their fingers. "The nausea, the recent development of the layer of fat on his belly, the hormone levels in his blood and the fact that I picked up a second heartbeat when I used the stethoscope."
"You picked up a second heartbeat?" Levi repeated sceptically.
Eren didn't hear Hange's reply. His ears were filled with an obnoxious ringing sound and he blinked dazedly as he stumbled backwards, finding support in the form of a wall. All the strength left his legs and he sank downwards, practically falling down. He tried to focus on his hands, but his fingers burrowed themselves into his thighs and not even the sharp sting of his nails pressing into his skin made him flinch.
Surely this had to be a mistake? There was no way he was pre – there was no way this was happening. It was impossible. He was a guy, for fuck's sake! There was no possible explanation as to how he could be – how he could be in this state. There had to be another explanation; maybe Hange had misread the results of his blood. That could happen, right? Everyone made mistakes after all. Nobody was perfect.
"Are you sure?" he croaked out, cutting off whatever the captain had been saying. "Because I'm a guy. Completely a guy. Last time I checked I hadn't lost my dick."
Hange swivelled around to face him, looking a tad worried when they caught sight of his position. "Yes, completely sure I'm afraid," they answered. "I already had a suspicion when I used the stethoscope and your bloodwork just confirmed it. You are indeed carrying a child, Eren. I'd say you're around four months along. I could let you listen to the heartbeat if you don't believe me, but I can assure you that I'm not joking in the slightest."
Out. It had to be taken out. The thought reverberated through his mind as he stood up again on weak legs. There was no way he would keep this – this thing. It wasn't normal, it wasn't natural, it had to be taken out of him!
Hange was rambling, explaining how they thought this was possible, when Eren tuned back into the conversation, "… been looking through some old books and one of them described a person who was in possession of both male and female genitals. The author said some people are born like that; they were called hermaphrodites. The book didn't mention whether a male hermaphrodite would be able to become pregnant, but then again half of the book is missing, so the information regarding that might have been in the missing part. Regardless, this is a fascinating situation and I think - "
"Take it out of me," Eren interrupted them roughly, staring at them desperately. "You know how to operate; take it out of me, please." He didn't chance a look at Levi, who had gone silent.
Hange looked taken aback. "Eh, are you sure, Eren?" they asked slowly. "Maybe it's best if you discuss this with the man who is the other father."
Frantically Eren shook his head, reminding himself to keep breathing. "No, no need to. Take it out of me now." When Hange still hesitated, he snapped, "Look, there's already a bullseye painted on my back for being a shifter! This thing will just make it worse!" He probably would be executed anyway for being a shifter, but at least without this thing inside of him he would get a few months more.
A few months more to be with his friends versus an immediate death once his state became known … Yeah, he knew which one to pick.
It wasn't – it wasn't as if this thing was normal anyway. It was more like a parasite; if it was removed, it would make his life easier. He knew he wasn't completely normal – with being a titan shifter – but he'd be damned if this would take the last bit of normality he still had away from him.
The thought that maybe Levi might want to – no, he wasn't going to think about that. It wasn't relevant anyway.
And if it turned out that Hange was mistaken and it was some – some kind of tumour or so then he still wanted to get rid of it. It didn't matter what it was – it needed to be gone. He didn't want anything messing with his body; he already had enough shit to deal with being a shifter.
"You heard him, Hange," Levi said flatly when they stood there, biting their lip. "He wants to have it removed."
Hange sighed, looking a bit downtrodden which had Eren stamping down a flare of irritation. They weren't the ones who were in this mess; they didn't know how fucked up he felt right now. They had no right to look disappointed just because he chose a normal life.
"All right, I can do it now if you want to?" They cocked their head.
Eren nodded silently. As if he was going to wait a minute longer.
"Follow me then," Hange muttered, walking to a door on the right. "I'm going to sedate you fully, Eren, if that's all right with you."
"Sure," he mumbled, following them into a room where a metal table stood in the middle. It wasn't as if he liked being cut into; if he didn't have to be conscious for it, all the better.
"Remove your shirt and lie down on the table," Hange ordered, rummaging through some cupboards.
He couldn't supress a shiver when the cold air hit his skin; outside it might get warmer each day, but clearly that warmth didn't reach down here. After discarding the shirt on a lone chair, he shuffled back to the table and jumped on top of it. Hissing underneath his breath at the onslaught of freezing coldness that was the table, he forced himself to keep lying flat, instead of curling up like he so badly wanted to do. If he raised his head a bit, he would see the odd bulge that was his stomach now. As it was, he refused to even look downwards and kept his eyes fixated on the grey ceiling as his heart beat erratically in his chest.
Levi had entered the room as well and Eren noticed him in his peripheral vision, lounging against the wall. Unwillingly his eyes darted towards the older man. As always his face was blank, wiped from every emotion. Eren had learnt to read him – a skill developed from working with the man for so many years – but now he couldn't figure out at all what the man was thinking about all this.
When they had started this … relationship so many months ago, they had never really talked about what they were to each other. They never spoke about it. There was nothing to talk about. They sought comfort in this world where one wrong step could mean your death and had found it in each other. They understood each other and that had made it easier to accept whatever was happening between them. It hadn't been a conscious decision – not really. Eren still didn't know who exactly had taken the first step. He just knew that one moment Levi was still his superior only and the next he had become something more.
Only in private of course; Eren wasn't willing to risk their lives for whatever this thing between them was. It wasn't only physical gratification either; there were moments – stolen moments in the pure darkness when everyone around them was fast asleep and their lives weren't in immediate danger – that Levi opened up to him, told him pieces of his past as he laid there in bed; Eren rubbing circles around his hipbone.
So Eren knew about the two best friends he had lost to the titans; knew some parts about Kenny and the way he had raised Levi. He knew that for the better part of his life, Levi had been alone. The dark haired man never used the word 'lonely', but Eren thought that was merely an unspoken thought.
Levi had never had a real family. What was he thinking now, now that Eren had decided to get rid of –
No, not thinking about that. There was no point in trying to figure out what Levi was thinking about this. He would get rid of this and they would never talk about it again; they could pretend nothing had happened. They probably would have to be more careful from now on to avoid having the same thing happening again, but …
"Okay, Eren, I'm sedating you now," Hange announced and then there was the quick sting of a needle pricking through his skin. "You'll be out for a few hours."
Whatever kind of sedative Hange had given him, it was working quickly. His eyelids grew heavier with each second that passed and the room became blurry; the sparse objects in the room turned into fuzzy blobs.
The last thing he saw – no, felt; definitely felt – was the piercing gaze of Levi.
The ceiling free of cobwebs told him that he was in a completely different room when he woke up again. His head throbbed slightly and he blinked dazedly; trying to figure out where he exactly was. He thought he recognised the ceiling and the feeling of the sheets underneath him, but …
"I can practically hear you thinking from here," a harsh voice snorted.
Eren turned his head and relaxed slightly when he caught sight of Levi balancing on two legs of his chair. "Why am I - "
"Bringing you to your room while you were still under sedation would raise too many questions from your friends," Levi answered, lowering the chair back down. "I don't have the patience to deal with your friends' nagging, so I brought you to my room."
"Ah. Wait." Eren's eyes grew wider as he finally remembered why he had been sedated. "Did it – did Hange remove it?" he asked hesitatingly, not daring to look down yet. He didn't feel sore, but that might have to do with the fact that his body healed quickly.
He froze underneath Levi's unwavering gaze.
"No," the older man said eventually; his mouth pulled in a strange emotion. "Hange tried, but every time your body closed up. Didn't matter how many fucking times they cut you open; it obviously didn't want to be removed."
His heart skipped a beat and the ringing in his ears started again. Mouth extremely dry all of a sudden, Eren managed to bring out, "What – what do you mean: my body closed up? It's – it's still in me?!" His voice gained a higher pitch at the end and any other time he would be embarrassed by that – for fuck's sake, he wasn't a teenager anymore! – but all he could think about now was the fact that it was still inside him. He was still carrying that thing and revulsion coursed through him. His fingers burrowed themselves into the sheets, resembling claws, and his breathing quickened as realisation sank fully in that he was still stuck with it. Hange hadn't managed to take it out of him. Why not?
"The – the sedative is meant to keep me from healing immediately!" he spat out, panic slowly rising up, clawing at him.
"Like hell I know!" Levi snapped, abruptly rising from his chair. "Every time Hange meant to cut the womb out of you, your body healed immediately. If they hadn't taken their hands out of you on time, your skin would have fucking healed around it. They had to give up after a while, because it was fucking useless."
"But it's still inside! What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" Eren asked shrilly. The urge to just grab something sharp and start cutting into his stomach was rising – alarmingly so – and his eyes shot from one side of the room to the other, searching for an appropriate tool. He couldn't keep it; he didn't want to keep it, it had to get out of him NOW!
SMACK!
His right cheek stung and he covered the throbbing spot with his hand as he stared in disbelief at the older man standing in front of him with his hand still raised in the air.
"What the fuck was that for?" Eren hissed angrily, shoving himself backwards against the wall.
"To snap you the fuck out of it," Levi barked; anger flaring up in his eyes. "Don't do anything stupid, Eren." He looked warningly at him, as if he had an inkling as to what Eren had been wanting to do – with how scarily well the man knew him, that could actually be true.
If the captain even suspected that Eren was planning on doing something to remove the thing inside of him …
Eren slumped against the wall; the fight in him disappearing like smoke. He could try to sneak around Levi, but the consequences wouldn't be pretty at all. The man wasn't going to hold back merely because they were sleeping together.
"Seriously, Levi, what the hell am I supposed to do now?" he asked quietly, giving the older man a pleading look. He was completely out of his depth here, even more than he had been when he discovered that he could transform into a titan. Nothing had ever prepared him for something as unreal as this. What the hell was he supposed to do? If Hange couldn't remove it, what was going to happen?
Levi exhaled loudly and turned his head to look out of the window. "We're going to inform Erwin about this."
"We're going to tell the commander that I'm pre – that I'm in this state?" Eren squeaked and yeah, he wasn't proud of that, but seriously? Telling the commander about this – how would he react?
Grey eyes threw him a sharp look. "It's not like we can keep this a secret from him," Levi answered annoyed. "We're going to need his help in covering this whole shit up. The less people know about this, the better."
"So I – I have to keep it?" Eren swallowed harshly.
Grey eyes shuttered close, locking away whatever emotion that had been about to spill out and the brunette flinched. "It's not like there's a choice, right? Something – whether that's that fucking titan healing of yours or whatever the fuck else – is keeping the kid safe. Until we figure out a way to get it out of you, you'll have to keep it. There's no other choice."
Eren looked away, uncomfortable underneath the heavy gaze.
Something had shifted between them and he didn't dare to contemplate what that was. He didn't think he wanted to know it either.
The commander was informed early the next morning. Hange did most of the explaining with Levi interjecting whenever it was needed, but Eren stayed silent the entire time. He didn't know what he could possibly have to say. Once Erwin addressed him directly, asking him who the other father was and Eren shrugged, telling him in a listless tone that it was just some unknown soldier he had spent the night with when they had been in the inner city. Erwin hadn't asked further; whether that was because he believed Eren or he just didn't care, Eren didn't know. The less questions about the parentage, however, the better. He was careful not to look at Levi too long, though. He didn't want to give the older blond any reason to grow suspicious.
Erwin reassured them that this wouldn't become public; he knew all too well how precarious Eren's situation was. His new state added a whole new layer of danger. They decided that he could wear his cape for now as cover up. The moment his stomach became too obviously rounded – and Hange predicted that would happen given how 'normal' (Eren couldn't ignore a shiver of revulsion) his pregnancy was progressing so far – they would need to figure out something else. Erwin mused aloud about keeping Eren hidden away once his condition became too obvious, but promised to figure out a better plan soon.
As soon as Eren was dismissed, he searched out Mikasa and Armin and told them honestly what was happening to him. He knew that his condition had to be kept a secret, but he knew he could trust his best friends with it. Besides, he needed their presence to keep him sane. He didn't think he could handle this without his best friends at his side. Certainly not now that there was this strange chasm between him and Levi.
Predictably Mikasa was furious, demanding to know who the other father was, but Eren refused to answer, claiming he couldn't recall the name or the face. He didn't even dare to imagine how Mikasa would react if she knew who the real father was.
Armin had looked at him speculatively, but he didn't push Eren about it and the young man was grateful for that.
Eventually Mikasa hugged him tightly, swearing she would do everything to help him and Armin nodded, already muttering about research he was going to do in order to be fully prepared.
For the first time in what felt like forever Eren smiled, hiding his face in Mikasa's soft, black hair.
He knew he could count on his friends. With them at his side, he thought he would be able to handle this without going insane. He could do this. If he could deal with being a shifter, he could certainly deal with this. Just five more months and then everything would be normal again.
It would be okay.
A month later he was personally summoned to the Court.
AN2: I think this was one of the most difficult chapters I've written so far *frowns* Some of the scenes refused to cooperate with me *sighs*
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
Next chapter: Eren is in bigger trouble than he could have imagined. It seems like his luck has finally run out.
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

And So It Ends