I'm Eren Yeager

"EREH!!"

"MIKA!!"

"EREH!!"

"MIKA!!"

"EREH!!"

"MIKA!!"

"LEVI!!!"

"PETRA!!!"

Mikasa froze, her ears catching the faint voices. Her brows furrowed in confusion before the realization hit her. She immediately stopped her movements and sat up slightly, as Eren craddeled her sweaty form.

"Eh? She's eight months into pregnancy and he's... doing it with her? That's gross," Mikasa muttered, her voice laced with judgment and disbelief.

Eren, drenched in sweat and trying to catch his breath, let out an exasperated sigh, eyes shifting from where the voices had come from. Without another word, he let out a long groan and gently eased himself away from her, the mood shattered entirely.

"Eh? Ereh but we're so close..."

"Sorry, Mika," Eren said, running a hand through his messy hair. "But that just now killed my libido."

Mikasa's eye twitched, her jaw tightening as a wave of irritation surged through her. "That damn chibi..." she hissed, clenching her fists as if Levi himself were within reach. "I swear, one day I'm gonna—"

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The sun kissed the distant wooden cottage, its warm rays breaking through the dense foliage, casting an almost ethereal glow over the serene, secluded land.

This was where the Levi Squad had made their temporary home, a place both tranquil and harrowing. Despite its picturesque setting, the cottage held an air of tension—a quiet reminder of the harsh reality they were preparing for.

It had been nearly a month since they had settled here, conducting experiments on Eren and rigorously training under the relentless guidance of both Eren and Levi.

Each day pushed the squad members closer to their breaking points, their bodies aching and their minds heavy with exhaustion. Hange, ever meticulous, spent her time documenting their progress in detailed letters, her words carrying both hope and grim honesty.

For the members of the Levi Squad, these days felt like an unending nightmare—except for Mikasa. As Eren's loving wife, she seemed almost untouched by the grueling despair that weighed on the others. Instead, her time here was one of growth and connection.

Eren, determined to see her potential as an Ackerman fully realized, trained her harder than anyone else. Their sessions were grueling, pushing her to the very limits of her abilities and beyond while.

But for Mikasa, the strain was outweighed by the moments she could steal with him—the fleeting glances, the shared smiles, and the unspoken bond that grew stronger with every passing day.

While others groaned at their bruises and cursed Levi's relentless drills, Mikasa thrived, not just as a soldier but as a wife who cherished every stolen moment with the man she loved.

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"Um..." Eren yawned, his voice groggy as Mikasa leaned down and kissed his flushed cheek. "Morning, cutie... Breakfast's ready," she said softly, her tone as warm as the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains.

Eren's eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus until Mikasa's familiar figure came into view. She was already dressed in her usual Scout Regiment attire, the emerald ring on her left hand catching the light as it rested gracefully on her index finger.

Around her neck, her crimson scarf, now adorned with faint marks left by him, completed the sight that made him smile faintly.

With another soft kiss, she coaxed him out of bed, and he quickly dressed, eager to join her at the table. Hand in hand, they made their way to the dining area, where the rest of the Levi Squad sat waiting.

The room had a strange atmosphere—peaceful on the surface, but the bags under everyone's eyes betrayed a deeper struggle. Every single person, except for Levi and Petra, sported red eyes and dark circles, especially Jean, who looked like he'd aged a decade overnight.

As they sat down, Eren, entirely oblivious to the tension, dug into his soup. He glanced at Armin, who looked like he could barely sit upright, his body swaying slightly as if on the verge of collapse.

"Armin? What's wrong?" Eren said, his tone laced with genuine concern.

Armin flinched at the question, his eyes darting between the unbothered Eren, the ever-stoic Levi, and the satisfied wives—Mikasa and Petra—who clung lovingly to their oblivious husbands.

He hesitated, his mind flashing back to the sleepless nights plagued by the loud, passionate echoes from Eren and Levi's room.

"It's... nothing," Armin muttered weakly, forcing a strained smile as his head drooped closer to the table. His body screamed for rest, but he dared not admit the true reason for his exhaustion.

Suddenly Hange appeared out of nowhere, clutching a letter in her hand while Mikasa gracefully cut a piece of bread and presented it to Eren. "What Arlert really wants to say,"

Hange began with a mischievous grin, "is that our captain and vice commander are apparently amazing in bed—judging by the ungodly noises their wives make every night, isn't that right, Arlert?"

She punctuated her statement with a hearty slap on Eren's back, causing him to choke slightly on his soup. Mikasa raised an eyebrow but remained silent, her expression betraying her embarrassment.

"Wha-what do you mean, Hange?" Eren stammered, his face flushing a deep crimson. He shot a panicked glance at Mikasa, who sipped her tea her lips quivering mirroring Petra's. "I… I don't understand."

Hange leaned closer, ruffling his hair with an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, you sweet, oblivious cinnamon roll," she said, her voice dripping with mock pity. "Are you seriously this dense?"

"Uh...."

Hange, undeterred, pointed toward him and Levi with dramatic flair. "Because ever since I moved into this godforsaken cottage, the entire building shakes every night. And I'm not exaggerating. You two are the reason no one is getting a decent night's sleep!"

Levi, sipping his tea with his usual stoicism, raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Four Eyes, you wouldn't understand the significance of intimacy in an Ackerman's life. Stay out of it." His tone was calm but carried enough edge to shut down further questioning.

Hange waved a dismissive hand at Levi before turning back to Eren. "Intimacy? Spare me. Anyway, here." She shoved the letter into Eren's hands. "Important stuff for our resident Titan-shifter lovebird."

Eren sighed, thankful for the change in subject, and quickly unfolded the letter. As his eyes scanned the contents, his expression shifted from embarrassment to seriousness.

Levi noticed immediately, setting his cup down. "What's it say?"

Eren hesitated for a moment before looking up. "It's from Commander Erwin," he began. "We've been summoned back to the capital."

The playful air in the room evaporated instantly, replaced by a tense silence. Mikasa, still seated beside Eren, reached for his hand beneath the table, her grip firm.

"Pastor Nick… He was killed…" Eren sighed, his gaze falling on Levi, who remained unfazed. But Hange's eyes widened, her expression one of disbelief. "What? But I just visited him a week ago… And..."

Eren closed his eyes, his mind processing the information. The voices outside seemed to fade into the background as realization hit him.

"Nick was murdered by the Military Police First Interior Squad in Mitras…" Eren stood up, meeting Hange's shocked gaze. "Now that the king is exposed because of the scouts, they'll probably try to either destroy the scouts with Erwin still healing from his injury or kill me and get their hands on her…" His eyes shifted to Historia, who was looking at him with confusion.

He continued, his tone low but heavy with certainty. "Erwin suspect some.... someone in the government intends on destroying the scouts so that the secrets about the walls and the Titans can be kept hidden." Eren's gaze turned back to Levi, his expression unwavering. "So that people can blindly follow the fake religion and the fake principles set up by the priests. But it can't be the current king because he's already exposed and imprisoned by now."

His words hung in the air, heavy with suspicion. Even though his judgment could be off, part of him knew it could be true. "Rod Reiss, huh?… I see…" Eren smirked, understanding most of what was going on, but his silence lingered. His eyes shifted to Historia again, and he studied her with a judgmental gaze before speaking once more.

"Hange, I think a month of experiments is enough. Anything further would be pointless. I've gained enough control over my abilities…" Eren recalled the grueling sessions, combining his Ackerman instincts with the power of the Attack Titan giving him a energy boost or his semi-berserk form, his fists were engulfed in crimson flames, allowing him to maintain the form for a considerable amount of time.

He glanced at the letter again, his eyes scanning its contents. "We move out before sundown," he stated with finality.

The scouts nodded, their expressions serious. But Eren's gaze lingered on Historia, who seemed to shrink under his intense stare. She gulped, sensing the weight of his unspoken questions, but Eren remained silent. His mind was swirling with thoughts, yet he kept them to himself for the time being.

"Queen Historia, huh? Let's see how loyal you are."