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Eren is slouched in the living room, comfortably seated on his couch in front of the TV, a half-empty beer on the table and a bag of chips wedged between his thighs. The light from the match on the screen illuminates his tense face as he watches in frustration the disaster unfolding before his eyes.

"Shit, just pass the ball!" He loses it, almost throwing his controller before slapping his greasy thigh against his jeans. An oil stain appears on the fabric, but he doesn’t pay it any mind; his husband will clean it up for him. In a nervous gesture, he runs his hand through his long, loose hair, pushing it back.

Annoyance rises within him, amplified by the heat that’s starting to suffocate him. He grabs his sweatshirt with a sharp movement and pulls it off hastily. The motion lifts his white shirt briefly, revealing his slightly muscular belly, though marked by a more sedentary lifestyle. He quickly pulls it back down to cover his skin, grumbling as he shifts on the couch.

He's nearing thirty, yet his weekends resemble those of a damn teenager: hours spent playing PlayStation, drinking, and getting worked up over FIFA.

Yet his life is far from just screens and games. He has responsibilities.
A respectable job at a recruitment firm where he performs well, and most importantly, a family: an omega partner and a child, barely two years old.

But there’s a problem.

Eren never really wanted to commit to an omega. He’s one of those alphas who struggle with the emotional demands that come with it.

For him, omegas are good for satisfying his physical needs; it really feels good to dip his cock in a wet and ready ass.

But beyond that?

That's a whole other story.

They constantly demand attention. They always need to be reassured, pampered, and coddled. Always cuddles, tender gestures. And Eren is a selfish man who hates taking care of anyone other than himself.

It was his instincts and his fucking cock that pushed him to mate with an omega.

Like all alphas faced with a beautiful omega in heat, he couldn't help but reassure him with words that, at the time, seemed sincere: "Of course, you're the man of my life. Yes, I'm going to impregnate you. You're going to be beautiful, your belly round and full of my child."

And most importantly: "Fuck, your little slutty ass is really too good."

And there you have it: for five minutes, yes, only five minutes of pleasure, he knocked him up.

Without him really being able to realize it, his omega was pregnant. He had no choice; he had to marry him. Today, he has a son, a husband, and a life he never really wanted.

Suddenly, he hears plaintive moans coming from their bedroom, bringing him out of his torpor.

"Fuck, is he going to shut his mouth?" Quickly, he checks the time on his phone and sees that it's almost past midnight.

He quits his game, throws his controller on the couch, and heads towards the source of the moaning.

Eren suddenly opens his door, and there he is.

Levi, his husband, is still in heat.

"Eren...Please." Levi is completely naked on the bed, without sheets, blankets, or pillows. He is only lying on the completely empty mattress, shaking. He is on his stomach, his head turned to the side to look at his alpha.

Levi's sweet and sickening smell fills the entire room.

"Fuck, you're not done yet?"

Eren was the one who removed all the blankets, pillows, and anything that could serve as a nest or comfort for Levi once he learned that his heat was coming.

He knew that this was the time when his omega became vulnerable and that, normally, as an alpha, he should have been there to meet his needs and to get involved.
He should have been the one to take him in his arms, to dominate him, to relieve him. It was his role. It was what was expected of him.

Part of him wanted to give in to instinct, but another, much darker part refused to do so.

Eren is mad at Levi. Deeply. It’s all his fault. He feels trapped in a situation he didn’t choose, a situation that forces him to play a role he hates.
If his life is now a series of responsibilities he didn’t anticipate, if a child he loves deeply deprives him of his time, his freedoms, and his moments of solitude, it’s because of Levi.

He’s the one who put his body and his needs before everything else. He’s the one who created this situation.

And that’s why Eren punishes him. In his own way. Letting him struggle in his heat without offering him any comfort, without relieving his pain. He knows it affects him, that it makes him even more vulnerable, and that’s exactly what he wants.
The alpha feels a bitter pleasure in seeing him in this position, in reminding him that he controls him, even if it means sacrificing his own desire.
He wants to make him understand how much he despises him for putting him in this situation.

Levi’s heat then becomes a way to punish him, to make him pay for his choices. A way to make him feel that he’s alone, that he has no one to help him, no one to relieve him.

Yet, deep down, Eren loves him.

There are times when he lets himself go to this affection, even if he doesn’t know how to express it.
Sometimes, for no particular reason, he buys him flowers, and Levi gives him a smile so radiant that his heart flutters at the sight of his beautiful omega's happy face. Or he looks at him silently before tenderly caressing his cheek every time Levi prepares him his favorite meal or a cake that he adores. Or he gives him a little slap on the buttocks when Levi bends down to pick up his empty cans.

Levi desperately craves these gestures.

Levi is young, much younger than Eren. At only 22, he is only just discovering what it means to be an omega.

He has not yet fully grasped the complexity of his condition. The heats, the pheromones, the desires, the alphas... all of these seem to be an integral part of his life, and he almost feels as if what is happening to him is normal. He tells himself that it is just the way things must be, an inevitable aspect of his existence that he has not yet learned to understand.

He doesn't really question what he's experiencing; he just thinks that's the way it is. After all, no one has explained to him in detail what it entails, and his emotions are too confused for him to see clearly.
Sometimes, he wonders if he's reacting the right way or if it's just the way an alpha should behave with his omega.

Eren, on the other hand, knows exactly what he's doing, and Levi, in his naivety, doesn't always understand the scope of what's happening around him.

Levi knows that he may not deserve more, that his alpha is carried away by his anger and frustrations, but in his heart, he desperately desires these gestures of love.
He would like these little caresses and fleeting smiles not to be exceptions but the norm. He would like the intimacy that binds them not to be tinged with this distant coldness and anger that seems to eat away at Eren at every moment.

But these gestures are all he has, and he takes them, even though deep down he knows they are only a tiny fraction of what he dreams of receiving. And every time they happen, Levi feels both fulfilled and terribly empty, knowing that beyond these gestures, he will never have what he needs.

"Just one of your jackets, please." Levi rubs himself against the rough mattress, desperate to have at least one of his husband's clothes to nestle in.

"No." Eren looks at him with a most sadistic smile, his own hard-on on the verge of exploding in his pants.

Now is his moment, the perfect moment to abuse his omega, to savor every second of his suffering.

"Eren!" Levi almost screams, his mouth muffled in his hand, trying not to wake their son who is sleeping in the next room.

"Huh?" Eren gets dangerously close to him.

Once he's at face level, he grabs him by the hair and forces him to raise his head.

"Did you just yell at me?" Eren speaks in a threatening and aggressive tone, anything but suitable for calming an omega.

"No, no! Sorry, sorry, please." Desperate to be touched, Levi reaches out to grab his wrist.

"Oh! Who do you think you are?!" Eren violently throws his head against the mattress, it bouncing under the shock.

Fuck. This is so good. This is all he deserves.

"I need your knot. It hurts so bad!" Levi writhes against the bed, his fingers too weak to finger himself, suffering from excruciating cramps.

"And what did I tell you?" Eren looks around, checking that nothing could serve as phallic objects to relieve Levi.

He has already gotten rid of everything: his hairbrush, his pens, his cream tubes, his markers. Nothing, Levi is not allowed anything to relieve himself. It's been like this for two years now.
For two years, Levi ends his heats in a pitiful state, his body weakened, on the verge of being taken to the emergency room, every time Eren finally doesn't give in to his instincts and doesn't knot him.

Because yes, Eren may rejoice in seeing his husband suffer, but there comes a time when his body, his cock in particular, takes over and acts in his place.

"That... I don't deserve your knot."

"And why?"

"Because I ruined your life." Levi starts to cry, his shoulders shaking with distress.

It's a sight that delights Eren.

He slowly approaches Levi, his gaze softer, almost amused, as if he savors every moment of the other's weakness.

"Exactly. And me, what do you feel for me?" Eren asks, his intense gaze fixed on Levi.

"I love you! I need you. I need... you."

The words are barely audible, his gaze avoiding Eren's.

This is exactly what Eren wanted to hear. A satisfied smile forms on his lips.

He feels all-powerful: Levi's pain, his dependence, his fragility... All of it intoxicates him.

"So will you shut your mouth and whine without breaking my balls?"

"Eren..." Levi moves with difficulty and tries to get on all fours, a desperate attempt to bribe his husband. "I want your cock... Fuck me, please."

"No." Eren lifts his leg and kicks him in the ribs, making the omega lose his balance and fall violently back onto the mattress. "I have an idea."

Eren moves into the bedroom and retrieves the laptop from the desk. He opens it and, after unlocking it, he does a quick search on a porn site.
He has a video that he loves of a young omega man well built, nothing to do with his husband's ugly body from pregnancy, who takes a monstrous alpha cock, whose knot is almost the circumference of a fist.

He returns to the bed, places the laptop in front of Levi, the screen under his eyes, and starts the video.

"Look." Eren leans over and points at the omega. "See how handsome he is? Huh? That's why he's taking that huge dick. You think he forced the alpha to get him pregnant?"

"I...I didn't force you, you-"

"Holy shit, don't even continue that sentence, or I swear I'll strangle you." Eren glares at him, much more violent than any blow. He fast-forwards the video, just as the omega is knotted. "Look, is that what you want?"

The screams and moans of the couple in the video fill the room, making Levi desperate.

"Yeah...with you."

"Hmmm...if you were as well-built as that omega, I might have tied you up. But hey, look at you." Eren makes a careless gesture with his hand towards his husband, as if to neglect him.

"I work out. I...I'm going to lose weight and-" He writhes under the pain of one of his many cramps. "Will you like me...Eren?"

In reality, despite the aftereffects left by his pregnancy and the large cesarean scar that adorns his lower abdomen—the result of the fact that male omegas don't have the right orifice for giving birth—Levi remains undeniably handsome.

His face is remarkably fine, with delicate features and an almost supernatural sweetness. His small, perfect, upturned nose gives his face a doll-like appearance. His thin and well-defined lips seem made to stretch around his cock. And his black, silky, and impeccably coiffed hair adds to his youthful charm.
Finally, despite the trials, his body retains an attractive allure, with a firm and nicely rounded ass, perfectly proportioned to his overall figure.

But Eren seeks to humiliate Levi, to break the latter of the remains of pride that he could have. He knows exactly what he is doing.
He knows that there is nothing more painful for an omega than to see himself compared to another than to feel that the one he desires, the one he loves, wants another. It is a humiliation much deeper than anything he could say or do.

Eren understands it perfectly. He knows that it hurts Levi, that these words deprive him of all self-confidence, installing him in a kind of unbearable shame.

"Do you think you're going to succeed in being fuckable just by doing squats? Come on, I'll leave you the video. Look at this alpha and imagine me. I am capable of sodomizing you even better than he does. I could have pounded your ass at full speed, spread you on my big knot. But, unfortunately for you, you don't deserve it."

"Alpha! No, no, come back! Come back!" Levi desperately tries to turn around, his body weak and exhausted, in a last effort to catch a glimpse of Eren's silhouette as he walks away.

Suddenly, before disappearing, Eren releases his pheromones, the most threatening and terrifying that an omega can smell in the middle of his heat. An earthy and harsh scent, characteristic of the bitterness of a disappointed alpha, invades the air. It is a mark of rejection, a silent but devastating humiliation, which hits Levi directly.

"Now, shut up." With that, Eren closes the door and returns to the living room, his cock completely hard.

He rests on the couch and pulls down his gray sweatpants, letting his enormous cock stand on his stomach.

"Fucking shitty omega." Eren spits on his hand, spreading all his saliva on his hard cock, and begins to jerk off quickly.

He closes his eyes, and, against his will, the only image he sees is his husband, begging him to knot him.
He would like to think of something else, but no, it is his omega who invades his thoughts.

It is always the same fantasy: their first time.

Levi was still a virgin, totally in love with Eren, and there was nothing more sincere than his love for him.
Eren, for his part, had fallen for the omega's pretty face and his beautiful little ass. At the time, they both worked in the same company, and Levi spent his days bringing him coffee and homemade cakes, hoping with each gesture to attract a little more of his attention.

Eren, usually indifferent to omegas, had not been able to resist. He had let himself be surprised by the adorable devotion of Levi, a boy who seemed to be completely at his feet. He found this submission touching, almost pleasant, although he had never tried to get attached to an omega before.

Then, one day, Eren noticed that Levi seemed strange, pale, and almost sick. Worried, he advised him to go home to rest, thinking that something was wrong. It was then that Levi confessed to him that he was going to go into heat.
Eren looked at him, captivated by the distress that could be read in his blue eyes, eyes full of despair. Levi seemed almost to beg him, without words, just with his gaze.

Then Eren cracked.

He had taken Levi in his car and fucked him all afternoon without even trying to justify his absence to their boss.

After that, he had dropped him off at home without another word.
But it was only afterwards, thinking back on the day, that regrets began to eat away at him.

First of all, because he had been fired. Levi had a valid excuse to be absent, but he didn't. He had neglected his work without thinking about the repercussions of his action.
Above all, he had given it his all, had acted on impulse, without taking any precautions, and now he had gathered all his chances to impregnate the omega... And, bingo, it was for him.

"Dirty whore." Eren bites his lip, masturbating faster and faster to the memories of Levi's tight, virgin, and wet little hole in his car.

His little cries, his moans, he jumped there, like a madman, on his cock, begging to be knotted.

"Haaah..." Eren squeezes his knot in his fist, it pulsing at the idea of ​​his omega in heat waiting for him.

Then, in the distance, he hears high-pitched and plaintive cries.

His son.

"Shit..." Eren shouts across the room. "Levi, go take care of your son!" He continues to jerk off, however annoyed at having been interrupted.

Armin, their child, often sleeps in their bed, and it's always hard for him to adjust to being alone.

Eren fucks his fist at full speed, but his thoughts diverge: Armin is still crying, and he doesn't hear Levi get up.

"Shitty omega!" Eren lets go of his cock and doesn't even take the time to get dressed.

As he walks, he heads towards the door, throwing his sweatpants and boxers at his feet, not caring about the clothes scattered on the floor, walking around in just his t-shirt, his hard cock swinging from left to right.

"Levi!" Eren suddenly opens the door, startling the omega. "You don't hear anything? Your son is crying, go calm him down."

"I can't... I try to get up. But... I can't." Levi babbles, still on his stomach, half of his torso hanging over the edge of the bed.

"You... you're refusing one of my orders?" He stays in the doorway, his cock straining involuntarily because of the sight before him.

"No..." Levi closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and tries to stand up.

The heat cramps hit Levi with a brutality that almost paralyzed him. The pain is dull and throbbing, intensifying with every movement of his body.

He groans, curling up on himself, desperate for some comfort. Each breath is an effort, each wave of pain making him writhe on his bed.

His body is covered in sweat, his forehead beaded with cold drops, his muscles tense under the intensity of the heat.

He closes his eyes, gasping for air, trying to slide onto his stomach to get off the bed. He tries to sit up, but his legs won't support him.

He falls heavily to the floor, the impact against the hard floorboards making him gasp.

He crawls, his hands sliding on the floor, his knees barely able to support his weight. The cold floor beneath his palms and knees contrasts with the heat consuming his body, but it doesn't relieve him.
He lets out a muffled cry of pain as he struggles to move, dragging himself across the room with excruciating slowness, his body shaking with spasms. He is in terrible pain, but every move is filled with a determination that even he himself doesn't understand.

His son's cries echo in the air, an even sharper pain in his heart. It pushes him forward, despite everything. He wants to comfort him, to be there for him, but every movement seems to push him further away from the possibility of doing so.

Eren, still in the shadows, watches the scene without reacting. His gaze is cold, indifferent to Levi's suffering. He observes his impassive expression without the slightest compassion, without even a sign of trouble.
Levi finally reaches the door where Eren is standing, finding himself on all fours, struggling to catch his breath.

He stops there, his face crushed against the ground, unable to get up any further.

"What...what is that?" Eren looks at the bed and sees a small cloth, similar to a scarf.

His scarf.

"Fuck!" Eren restrains himself from kicking him in the face, not wanting to damage one of the only things he likes about this omega. "You have no right to have my stuff! Or my scent! When did you take it?!"

Levi sniffs and smells the intense sexual pheromones emanating from Eren. As if by instinct, he manages to straighten up and comes face to face with his alpha's huge hard cock.

"Alpha! Your cock, your cock, damn! Your knot!" Levi raises his trembling hand, he wants it, he wants to grab it, taste it, and take it in his ass.

Suddenly, Eren leans down and slaps his face.

"Answer my question!"

"In the laundry basket! Before...before the heat." Levi holds his cheek, his sobs mixing with those of his son in the distance.

"You little slut." Eren growls the words, anger written in every syllable.

Without another glance, he grabs Levi by the hair, the brutal grip tearing a muffled cry of pain from him. The contrast between the violence of the act and Levi's fragility is striking.
He is so light, so vulnerable, his body shaking with pain and heat, almost unable to fight back.

Eren pulls without hesitation, forcing him to move, dragging his frail body through the hallway.

Once they arrive in front of their son's room, Eren jerks the door open and, with a merciless gesture, throws Levi inside.
Levi collapses to the ground once again, on his knees, and the sound of his body hitting the ground echoes in the air.
He stays there for a moment, panting, unable to get up immediately, while the cries of their child continue to fill the room.

Eren remains on the threshold of the door, his gaze fixed on Levi, indifferent to his suffering.

He watches, without moving, the scene that plays out before him, his expression hard and cold. Levi, on all fours, approaches the small bed where their son cries with difficulty, but each movement seems a superhuman effort.

He is exhausted, trembling, but he knows that he must take care of his child.

Levi is on all fours near his baby's bed, his body shaking with pain. The cramps make him double over, but he does his best not to let them take over.

His son stretches his arms out to him, looking terrified. He seems to sense his father's distress, as children often do with their omega parents.

The little boy's cries are high-pitched and desperate, an instinctive response to the fear that invades the room.

"Daddy... daddy..." The word leaves the little boy's mouth, clumsy and broken by sobs. His eyes desperately seek to catch Levi's.

Levi, despite the pain that invades him, approaches the bed, stretches his arms out, and gently grabs the child against him.

"Shh, my love, it's okay... Daddy's here..." Levi whispers in a trembling voice, trying to hide the pain that distorts his face.

He holds his son against him, his heart breaking under the physical pain and emotion that grips him. Levi's tears mingle with his child's, but he tries to stay calm.

He can't let him see how much pain he's in. He has to be strong for him.

The little boy, still scared, wraps Levi's arms around him, seeking refuge in his embrace.

"Daddy... scare..." He repeats it over and over again.

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, each movement of the little boy making him rekindle the pain that eats away at him, but he continues. He tries to rock him gently, whispering soothing words.

"I'm here, I'm here, honey. It's okay... Daddy won't leave you."

He feels the heat and cramps consume him more and more, but he holds on. He has to hold on for his son.
Little by little, the child's breathing becomes more regular and calmer, and finally, he lets himself drift off into a light sleep.
Levi, exhausted, exhausted beyond his strength, lets himself fall gently on the edge of the bed, still holding his son against him, but the pain does not leave him. He closes his eyes, exhausted, trying to find some comfort in the fact that he has managed to soothe his child.

But this feeling of emptiness, Eren's indifference, and the pain that tears him apart remain.

"Too bad... I thought he wanted to suckle. I would have liked to see you breastfeed him." Eren laughs in his corner, his tone slightly cruel.

Levi, who has just slowly placed his sleeping son in his bed, does not raise his head immediately. He takes a deep breath before answering, his voice made hoarse by fatigue and pain.

"It's been...a long time since I have any milk in my chest." He moves slowly, his gaze shifting, not having the strength to meet Eren's eyes.

Male omegas, like Levi, have a limited ability to breastfeed. Their bodies, while having some potential to begin with, only produce milk for the first few months after birth.
Unlike female omegas, who can nurse their children for longer, males only have a small supply of milk and their chests remain completely flat. Their nipples are more swollen, sure, but there is no plump mass to knead to stimulate production.

Eren stands there, watching Levi with a distant expression, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"You know what." Eren closes the door behind him, looking at Levi in the middle of the room. "I'll knot you."

"No! Wait, not here... Are you insane?" Levi, frightened by the idea of his alpha fucking him in his son's room, a few meters away from him, finds the strength to get up and staggers towards the door.

There, perfect. If Eren knots Levi, it will only be for the pleasure of breaking his resistance.
He will tie him, not out of necessity but because Levi had the audacity to refuse him his knot.
This rejection, for Eren, is a provocation that he has been waiting for and that he is preparing to punish in an even more humiliating and painful way, imposing his power on Levi with sadistic pleasure.

"Why? He's asleep. If you shut your mouth, he won't notice anything." Eren snaps his fingers at the small table in the corner of the room. "Bend over it."

"I-"

"Bend over. Over it." Eren whispers in a tone so threatening that it seems to scream.

Levi advances trembling, sobs stifled in his throat, his fists clenched around his devouring need to submit.
He can no longer defy his husband, the desire to be knotted is too powerful for him to resist it once again.
Arriving in front of the table, he leans over, his torso pressed against it, his body completely bent in two, submitted to the baseness of the wooden furniture. His buttocks are totally exposed, raised in the air, in a position of total submission, his little pink anus dripping wet, begging to be fucked.

"Well? Dad wants to get sodomized a few meters from his son?" Eren lifts his t-shirt and approaches with light steps behind his husband's buttocks.

In this position, his asshole is right at the height of his completely hard cock.

"Beg." Eren grabs both of his buttocks and spreads them completely, observing with his own eyes the transparent juice the color of his little entrance. "Beg to be fucked."

"I'm begging you." He whispers, keeping his voice as low as possible.

"No: I'm begging you, alpha, my beautiful alpha, to fuck me like the little whore I am, right next to my poor son's bed." Eren holds back his laughter so as not to wake their child.

"Eren..." Levi shakes his behind, as if it could have the slightest effect on him.

"Quick. You have five seconds."

Not a word.

"Five...four..." Eren runs his index finger over his hole. "Three..."

"Please! Alpha...my...my alpha, beautiful alpha. Fuck me next to my son. I'm a whore..." Levi hiccups, trying to hold back his sobs.

"That'll do."

Without preparation, he slides his huge cock into his husband's tiny hole, the latter shaking under the pain and the happiness of being spread by his husband's cock.

"Oh fucking shit! See, that's why I almost never fuck you. That you're not allowed any sex toys." He claws at his buttocks, almost making them bleed. "Like this, your hole is all tight, perfect for my cock. Huh, bitch? What did you want before, in the bed. My cock or a fucking tie-on dildo?" He hisses, holding back from hitting Levi's ass.

"You!" Levi puts both hands over his mouth, realizing that he moaned too loudly.

"Shut up, whore. If you wake my son, I'll strangle you in front of him."

Eren already starts to fuck his husband quickly, using his hole for his own pleasure, completely destroying his insides. As he thrusts into him, he looks at Levi, at his ass, at his back, at the back of his hair, and thinks that if all this hadn't happened, he might have had a simple and happy life with him.

"You're taking it well, aren't you? Yeah, yeah, I'm going to plow you and fill you up to your neck."

"Yes...yes, please, defile me, fuck my ass..." Levi whispers into his hands, stopping himself from screaming in pleasure.

"Hmmmm...fuck, I'm going to knot you. You don't deserve it, fuck, fuck!" Eren continues to pound him, hammering Levi's prostate without wanting to, over and over again, his poor little omega cock dripping onto the floor.

"Eren...I'm going to have an orgasm." Levi moves his ass on his husband's cock, fucking himself against his thrusts.

"Dirty whore, dirty whore, whore!" Eren tenses, feeling his orgasm building as well.

"Shh... Eren, be quiet... Oh... Eren, it feels so good!"

"Shut your mouth. I'm gonna cum."

Eren closes his eyes and imagines Levi, in another world, another context, there, begging for his cock, and he cums.

"Aaaah! Levi." He continues to fuck him while he cums in obscene sucking and sliding noises, wetness, and cum mixed together.

"Knot! Your knot! I feel it... oh fuck." Levi bites his lip until it bleeds and cums too, feeling his husband's knot swell against his prostate.

"Oh...yeah. Yeah..." Eren leans back, savoring the feeling of being milked by his omega's ass, his knot now swollen to the max, throbbing against his anal walls.

"Eren, Eren, Eren..." Levi has only one name on his lips, that of his husband, his tormentor.

"Fuck..."

Unfortunately, Eren has given in to his urges. He has tied Levi up, convincing himself that it was for him to put him in his place, against his omega's desire. But he knows, deep down, that it is false.

It is not the punishment he had imagined, not the act of cold dominance that he wanted to impose. Instead, he has been carried away by a mixture of uncontrolled desire and an attachment that he refuses to acknowledge, unable to repress the need to possess him fully.

He straightens up, his knot still buried deep in his husband's ass, and leans down to carefully move it. His hands grip Levi's hips tightly, slowly guiding him to settle him on the ground, searching for a more comfortable position for both of them, forced to stay knotted like this.

Levi looks at his son, reassured that he is still asleep and relieved to finally be knotted after hours of suffering.

Eren lies on his back, his gaze lost in space. Levi, right against him, is there, frail and vulnerable, his little omega form laid against him like a small, fragile kitten. Yet, despite everything, a contradictory feeling creeps into Eren's heart.

"Thank you... thank you, Eren." Levi murmurs, his voice trembling but sincere.

Eren closes his eyes, his jaw clenched, the anger still present in his veins.

"You know you don't deserve this?" He tries to make his voice hard, but softness escapes, despite himself.

Levi nods softly.

"Yes... I know, I ruined your life... Your life, your dreams. Everything. I'm so sorry..."

The silence settles between them, heavy, and then Eren almost unconsciously caresses his husband's hips. Eren's fingers brush his waist, a simple and reassuring caress.

"Yeah... We could have been happy." Resentment mixes with regret that he doesn't want to accept.

"I'm sorry... sorry."

Eren straightens slightly, a wry smile on his lips.

"You love me, despite all this? Even when I hurt you?" He looks at him, his eyes a little more tender than he will ever admit.

Levi tightens his hold around him a little tighter, his lips brushing Eren's skin.

"So much..."

On one hand, Eren feels an unhealthy satisfaction, a kind of cruel pleasure, in having Levi, his omega, at his mercy.
As an alpha, he knows that he holds an incredible power: he possesses a young omega, a fragile, magnificent man, whose submission belongs to him. This places him in a position of absolute envy for the other alphas.
Levi, with his ethereal beauty and his sweetness, is a precious possession, a kind of trophy that Eren has earned, despite the pain he inflicts on him and the compromises to which they are both subject.

On the other hand, Eren is deeply frustrated.
What is the point of having the omega that everyone else desires if not to feel this inner emptiness?
Instead of feeling fully fulfilled, he is haunted by a feeling of bitterness, loneliness, and even disappointment.

The cruelty he inflicts on Levi, while it nourishes him on a superficial level, does nothing to fill his emotional void.

He is happy to have an omega like Levi, yes, but this happiness is tainted by regret and frustration.

He sees his life, his omega, and his family as a good that everyone envies him, but it is only a facade. Behind this image of success, there is a man who feels, deep down, incomplete.
His happiness is tinged with disappointment, and his gaze always turns towards a horizon that is definitely out of reach.

"Will you make me an apple pie after the knot is down?" Eren slides a hand into his husband's hair.

"Sure. Yes, whatever you want..."

Although it is absolutely not the time or the moment to cook, Levi would comply with any demand from Eren, desperate to the point of clinging to the tiny hope that a tender gesture, a simple caress on his cheek, will come to soften his suffering.

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"Are you done?" Eren is already starting to push his partner's body away, his knot still only half deflated.

Levi only half hears the question. His body is still trembling, savoring the feeling of finally being tied, of having gotten what he'd been asking for days.

Three days.

Three days of heat, torture, loneliness. Three days where Eren ignored him, stubbornly refusing to relieve him.

It's been like this, for two years now. And it's simply unbearable.

And to make matters worse, Eren had worked the first two days, leaving him alone to manage their son despite his pitiful state.

Normally, alphas took special days off to take care of their omegas during their heat. But not Eren. Eren always found an excuse.

Oh, he knew Eren could do it.

When a new game came out on the Play, he didn't hesitate to call his boss to pretend his partner was in urgent heat and spent the day playing, curled up on the couch as if nothing else existed.

Anyway, Eren was never in rut when Levi was in heat.

In a married and marked couple, it was supposed to be an instinct. An obvious one. Alphas went into rut to meet their omega's needs, to be in tune with their needs, to protect them, to soothe them, to fuck them with full power.

This bond was natural, almost sacred. But with Eren, it was different. Eren never synchronized.

Levi didn't even have a mating bite.

This absence, this emptiness, weighed on his soul like a curse. An omega without a bite, in a couple, it was unthinkable. The bite symbolized belonging, the promise of an indestructible bond. It was the ultimate gesture of an alpha towards his omega, the one that said: « You are mine. I am here for you, always. »"

But Eren had never marked him.

Not even at the beginning. Not even by mistake.

It was a rejection that Levi felt every day.

Levi tried not to think about it, not to let this reality crush him.

But how could he ignore it, when everything inside him screamed this lack?

His neck, free of any trace, seemed to burn with an absence that he could not erase. When he passed other couples, the proud gaze of an alpha on his marked omega, or the reassured smile of an omega anchored to his partner, he felt an immense weight weighing on him.

Why? Why did Eren refuse this bond? Was it hatred? Contempt? Or worse, indifference?

Levi had always thought he could bear a lot. Eren's icy silences. The harsh words, spat out with a coldness that pierced him. But the absence of that bite, that refusal of recognition, destroyed him. He no longer knew who he was.

Without that bite, he was just an omega floating in an immense void. Married, but never completely accepted. Loved, but never as he needed.

Eren refused him everything. The bite, the knots, and even sometimes the slightest tenderness. He was there, but distant. Present, but inaccessible.

Levi felt like a prisoner, both of his love for Eren and of the contempt Eren seemed to have for him.

When Eren went into rut, it was a different story. Levi had to prepare himself to become completely available, submissive to his every desire. He had no choice. He literally became his sex slave.

But there was nothing tender about those moments, nothing of the love an alpha in heat was supposed to offer his omega. None of that raw but caring passion that Levi hoped for, even secretly.

No, Eren was merciless. His ruts were only violence and domination, periods where Levi was only an object to satisfy urges, never a person.

Each time, Levi had to prepare himself to take it. The pain, the humiliation, the coldness. Not a tender caress, not a word of love. Just the unleashed instinct of an alpha who saw his omega as an empty balls rather than a partner.

Those were dark days, where Levi felt even more trapped, even more alone. As if he were nothing more than a body, empty of soul, destined to be used and thrown away once the storm had passed.

To Eren, Levi was nothing more than his omega, and that seemed to be enough to label him with every possible label: house slave, stay-at-home husband, sexual outlet. As soon as he walked through the door of their house, Eren made Levi understand where he belonged.

« Why is it still dirty in here? » he would ask, pointing to a forgotten corner of the kitchen, without even looking up from his phone. It was always the same.

Levi, already exhausted from his heat, spent his days trying to maintain a spotless home, because that was what Eren expected. No, it was what Eren demanded.

Eren gave him no respite. Levi had to manage everything: the house, the meals, their son... Even in his condition.
And Eren? He played the relaxed husband, as if he were above it all, as if taking care of his omega was a chore beneath him.

Levi lived in a state of permanent tension. He knew he was never good enough for Eren. No matter how hard he worked, no matter how exhausted he was in fulfilling his every desire, Eren always found an excuse to belittle him, and Levi could only look down, swallowing his pride so as not to start an argument.

It was like that, every day. Insidious, constant domination. Levi was not his equal, and Eren made no secret of it. He was in control.

Over everything. Over Levi. His alpha had turned him into a little shadow, a silent extension of his will, unable to oppose, unable to say “no”.

And worst of all, Levi loves Eren with all his heart, with all his soul.

Maybe that was the real prison.

Not the house he cleaned again and again, not the barked orders, but this love he had for someone who didn't even see him as a whole person.

“Oh, you answer when I talk to you?” Eren murmured, his voice low and sharp.

Levi shivers, eyes downcast, unable to meet his alpha's gaze.

Finish what ? He's not in control, he's not in charge. It's Eren's knot that has to untie.

“Get off and go make me my apple pie.” Eren growls sharply, without even looking at Levi, as he begins to force off his still-swollen knot.

Levi's eyes widen in shock, and he gasps for breath. A searing pain shoots through him, and his body instinctively tenses under the assault.

“No... it hurts, stop it!” Levi murmurs, his voice broken, almost a whisper so as not to wake their son who sleeps a few yards away. His hands grip Eren, seeking an anchor in this unbearable situation. “Just five minutes, please...” He pleads, tears at the edge of his eyes. “In five minutes, it'll be okay...”

“Five. No more.” Eren abruptly lies back, sighing in annoyance, and crosses his arms behind his head in a nonchalant gesture, as if this were all a minor strain on his day.

Levi, trembling, tightens his buttocks around Eren's knot to milk him faster, desperately trying to speed up the process. He pushed his body to the limit, straining despite the pain and discomfort, determined to meet the deadline imposed by his husband.

In the meantime, Levi mentally repeats to himself the endless list of tasks that await him: cleaning his son's bedroom after their lovemaking, getting up, getting dressed, preparing the apple pie for Eren, waiting for it to bake, waiting for Eren to eat, doing the dishes, tidying up the living room, which he imagines is already a mess, massaging Eren, as he does every night.
This obligatory ritual precedes the moment when Eren falls asleep, leaving Levi, exhausted, to crawl into bed, lulled by his husband's loud snoring.

But amid this chaos, a glimmer of hope persists. Perhaps in the midst of this slavish routine, if his apple pie is perfect, Eren will deign to give him a little attention.
Perhaps a caress. A gentle phrase. Anything at all. Levi clings to this thought with desperate fervor.

He can't wait.
He would do anything, absolutely anything, for a tender gesture.

Fortunately, his heat ends normally today.
A blessing in itself, though born of suffering. Eren's years of ignorance during these critical periods have forced Levi's body to adapt, shortening his heat cycles to two or three days by a cruel survival mechanism.
What's more, Eren, by offering him only one knot after days of agony, conditioned Levi to settle for the bare minimum.

And yet, once the heat has passed, Eren changes.

He becomes less cruel. Sometimes, on his good days, he's almost kind.

It's as if his heat reminds Eren of everything he reproaches his husband for.
Because of this, Eren got him pregnant, and they had a child, a situation that forces him to stay with Levi and lead a family life he never wanted. Every time Levi goes into heat, Eren is reminded of the life he could have had, a life without responsibilities.
Levi's heat reminds him of the weight of a life he didn't want. He didn't want this family, he didn't want this attachment.
It's because of Levi's heat that he's been caught in this situation, and Eren's resentment grows each time, reminding him of the frustration of being stuck in an existence he didn't want.

But once the heat is over, Eren can even be thoughtful with Levi.

One day, Eren presents Levi with flowers, a blasé look on his face as if he's done nothing special. Levi, stunned, doesn't know how to react. It's as if Eren doesn't want him to know, that he only gives him this tenderness on the sly.

Or when they go shopping, Levi just looks at the things he'd like to have, without ever daring to ask for them.
When Levi wishes he had something, he stops in front of it and murmurs in a low voice: « That's pretty... It must be nice to have one of those. » Eren, looking distracted, sighs and replies, « Yeah, it's not bad. »
Moments later, Eren returns with this object, « supposedly for himself », and with a weary sigh, gives it to Levi muttering : « In the end, it's no use to me, just take it. I'm too lazy to give it back to the store. »

Levi can't help but smile, even though Eren never tells him directly that it's for him.
But Levi knows, deep down. It's a thoughtfulness hidden beneath layers of coldness and contempt. He bought it for him, even if Eren will never openly acknowledge it.

“Come on, it's okay, get down from there.” Eren gives him a light pat on the buttocks, a gesture that shows he's beginning to calm down.

He must be feeling his husband's heat fading little by little.

“Okay.” Levi bites his lip and squats down, his hands resting on Eren's torso, gradually trying to lift himself off his member, his knot still a little swollen.

After a few sighs of pain and moans from his husband, Levi finally manages to pull free, Eren's cum dripping from his ass in a big puddle on his lower abdomen.

“Fuck, you're leaving it all over!” Eren raises his arms, visibly annoyed, before shifting beneath Levi. He stands up, brushing off the cum accumulated on his belly with a swift gesture, letting it fall to the floor. He then points, fixing Levi with a cold stare. “Clean up.”

“Yes, Eren.” Without flinching, Levi straightens up, still naked and staggering, taking a few seconds to collect himself.

Eren pulls down his shirt, then, for fun, pushes the already weak Levi toward the exit.

“Eren!” Levi stumbles and bangs against the door with a thud.

Bingo, Armin is now awake and two big blue marbles are wide open, watching his parents in the dark room.

Poor Armin, his son whom he loves dearly, finds himself a reluctant witness to Levi's suffering. He is often roused from his sleep by Eren's angry cries or by scenes like this one.

Yet Eren loves Armin. He's his son, and proud of it.

But that's all.

When it comes to doing simple, pleasant things, like playing or going out, Eren is there. But as soon as it becomes less pleasant, like changing a diaper, feeding him or cleaning him up, it's Levi who has to do it.

“Levi, damn it, I've barely touched you.” Eren sighs, annoyed, and abruptly pulls Levi away from the door before opening it to leave. “Hurry up, I'm hungry.”

And that's it.

Eren leaves, leaving Levi there, alone, once again obliged to look after their son, whose sleep has been interrupted yet again.

Armin sits on his little mattress, the comforter in his lap, his oceans eyes staring at his father, ready to cry.

“Baby, I'm coming.” Levi walks over to his son, embarrassed that he can't cover his nakedness, and heads for his bed. “You're a big boy, you don't cry, do you?”

“Play.” Armin smiles with all his few teeth, obviously in a good mood.

That's normal, after only half an hour's sleep, Armin had taken like a short nap, enough that he was now fit and ready to play.

That was all he needed.

“No, no, darling. Bedtime, come on.” Levi knelt by the bed, desperately trying to get his son to sleep, who struggled with every attempt, laughing. “Please, no tantrums, Dad's exhausted...”

But Armin doesn't give up. He reaches out his little hands to pull Levi's hair, laughing at the top of his lungs.

“Daddy's awake. I'm awake too. Play salon!” Armin straightens up on his mattress, his Paw Patrol pajamas all askew from his agitation.

“No...” Levi readjusts his clothes and finally manages to put his son to bed. “You're asleep.”

“No!” Armin flails about, obviously about to have a fit.

“All right! Okay, okay...come on.” Levi stretches out his arms toward his boy, who jumps at him. He straightens up, carrying him, his body still fragile.

A new task is added to his long list: putting his son back to bed.

“Did you poop in the diaper?” Levi frowns, a tired look on his face, lifting his son into the air to sniff his pajama bottoms. “Armin, poop's in the potty, we said. You can hold that, can't you?” He finally rests Armin on his hip, his arm muscles tense with effort, and heads for the living room, each step weighing down his already exhausted body.

Yet another task to add to this endless list: changing his son's diaper and cleaning him up.

When on earth will he be able to go to bed?

“Poo. Not me.” Armin moves his head back and forth to say no.

“Did Daddy poop in your diaper, maybe?” Levi forces a small laugh, all the while stroking the little blond waves adorning his boy's head.

Levi enters the living room, carrying Armin on his hip. He is greeted by the sight of the place in chaos. Eren, still seated on the sofa, is engrossed in his game console, indifferent to everything around him.
Empty cans litter the coffee table and crushed packets of potato chips lie on the floor. The table is covered with used tissues, the substance inside of which is dubious and nauseating for Levi, who has just come out of his heat.

Levi hasn't set foot in the living room all day, and in the space of a few hours, Eren has managed to turn the living room into a veritable dumping ground.

Levi sets Armin down on the floor, and the little one staggers over to his daddy.

“My love, can you watch Armin for a couple of minutes?” Levi approaches his husband slumped on the sofa, not deigning to look away from his screen.

“Hm.” Eren half-listens, perhaps not even aware that his son is prowling around the living room, already making mischief by picking up things he shouldn't be touching.

Levi, exhausted, has no choice. He crosses the living room to the kitchen, located at the back, separated from the rest of the room by a large island where they usually have breakfast as a family. He grabs a damp sponge and a roll of paper towels before heading for their son's bedroom.

There, he quickly cleans the sticky traces of semen from the floor and Armin's little table, and picks up the toys scattered around.

Once the surfaces are just about clean, he opens the window to air out the room, hoping to dispel the heavy, lingering smell of pheromones.

Next, Levi goes to the bedroom he shares with Eren. He pushes open the windows to ventilate, knowing full well that Eren will refuse to sleep there while the air is still impregnated with the pheromones of his heat.

He heads for their wardrobe, opens a drawer almost mechanically and grabs a simple pair of pyjamas: grey shorts and a loose white T-shirt. Levi takes a second to put on the clothes and quickly returns to the living room, his feet dragging slightly on the floor, but before he's even through the door, an impatient voice full of annoyance splits the air.

“Armin's awake and he's shit himself!”

Levi closes his eyes for a moment to contain his exasperation and replies.

“I know, I'll clean it up!”

Levi sighs inwardly. Indeed, Eren hadn't even noticed that the little blond boy was wide awake and in the living room.

“Hurry up, he's stinking up the place!” Eren shouts, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Levi sighs, his eyes closing for a moment in exhaustion. If Eren is laughing while their son literally reeks of shit, something stupid must be going on.

Levi quickens his pace, gathering what patience he has left.
No sooner has he walked through the door than he spots Armin, standing on the sofa, proudly brandishing one of the empty cans, and Eren, seated, an amused smile hanging on his lips.

“Look at that champion! He's ready for his first beer, eh son!” Eren jokes, clearly more interested in the show than the surrounding mess or unbearable smell.

Levi doesn't even have the strength to respond.

“Eren, be careful... He could drink what's in there.” Levi's voice is soft, almost imploring.

He rarely raises his voice to his husband, knowing it would be pointless. Worse still, it might trigger a black anger in Eren, an anger that would make him regret having dared to rebuke him.

Eren slowly turns his head towards him, one eyebrow arched, looking as if he's daring Levi to continue.

“Are you implying that I don't know how to look after my child?” He mutters before turning back to the TV screen, controller still firmly in hand.

Levi approaches, reaching out to retrieve Armin, but his son ducks with a laugh, the can still clutched in his small hands.

“No, Dad, me beer like Dad!” Armin jumps onto the sofa, on top of Eren, every time close to falling.

“No, baby, not like Daddy. Come here.” He holds out a hand, but Armin steps back, the sofa wobbling slightly under his agitation.

“Eren, please, help me...” Levi, his gaze on his husband, searching for some semblance of pity he knows he won't get.

“Bah no, apparently I don't know how to take care of it.” He shrugs, once again using Levi's words to turn them against him.

“Eren, darling, that's not what I meant...” Levi murmurs softly, trying to keep the peace despite exhaustion.

Eren noisily places his controller on the coffee table, his sigh filling the room. Without another word, he stretches out his arms and picks up Armin, who, as always, allows himself to be led by Eren, without offering the slightest resistance. Levi can't help noticing the ease with which their son accepts his husband's authority.

Eren is always the cool dad, the gentle one who plays, who makes people laugh, who sponges off everything. Levi, on the other hand, is relegated to the role of the killjoy, the one who says “no”, the one who sets limits, the one who prevents his son from having fun.

Eren stands up, carries Armin against him, and the little boy nestles his face against his neck, mimicking feigned innocence.
But Levi, who knows his son by heart, sees in this little wrinkle of the nose a clear sign: as soon as Armin is free again, he'll go back to being that uncontrollable little boy.

“See? It's not difficult.” Eren turns to Levi, a smug expression plastered on his face. “How do you not have authority over a baby?”

Eren's mocking tone is one more blow to Levi's already heavy heart.
His husband, so quick to judge, certainly doesn't measure the load that rests entirely on Omega's shoulders.
He ignores or refuses to see how much Levi struggles on a daily basis, how much he sacrifices so that their home, their child, their life, doesn't collapse entirely.

But Levi doesn't answer. What's the point? He clenches his fists, takes a deep breath and looks away, preferring not to fuel an argument he already knows is doomed.

“Sorry, Eren... Thanks.” He murmurs, reaching out to retrieve their child. Armin, perched high in his father's arms, looks tiny in comparison to Eren's imposing six-foot stature.

But Eren doesn't move, still holding the boy to him. His piercing green eyes scan Armin's face with unusual intensity. Levi remains motionless, his arms outstretched, waiting.

“He really doesn't look like me. Yet children inherit alpha traits.” Eren watches Armin with a frown, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

“He has the same eyes as your father.” Levi retorts, hoping to defuse a conversation he senses is already heated.

“What about his hair?” Eren insists, a hint of contempt in his tone. “Who's blond in my family? Or even in yours?”

Levi hesitates for a second before answering, trying to remain calm.

“Your brother?”

Eren bursts into a sarcastic laugh, his eyes flashing.

“Are you kidding me? We don't even have the same mother.”

Silence falls again, heavy and oppressive. Levi grits his teeth, holding back a flood of emotions he knows Eren would trample on without hesitation. Armin, innocent, remains huddled in his father's arms, unaware of the palpable tension emanating from his parents.

“I-”

“He smells like you. But not like me.”

It's as if Eren is insinuating that something is wrong, a small detail that, under Eren's tone, takes on enormous proportions in Levi's mind.

“Do I smell like shit?” Levi forces himself to laugh, trying to defuse the tension beginning to rise inside him. He points nonchalantly at their son's hindquarters, hoping to lighten the mood.

But deep down, it's a desperate attempt to divert the subject.

“Hm.” Eren holds back a small laugh, but his gaze remains piercing, too scrutinizing. It's obvious he hasn't forgotten the underlying accusation. Yet, against all odds, he lets out a sigh and, without adding another word, finally hands Armin to Levi.

Clearly, he wants Levi to take care of it, without further discussion.

“Yeah, here. Bring him back to me when he's clean.” Eren's voice is dry, but he seems to drop the argument.

Levi takes the baby, letting nothing show. He knows that, even if Eren hasn't insisted, there's an ominous undertone in this remark.

When he came into heat almost three years ago, the first time he and Eren had intercourse, Levi still remembers the pain that ran through him.
Afterwards, Eren had dropped him off at home, while he was still exhausted, still in pain.
Levi hadn't yet stabilized, he still needed to be knotted, to be marked. Caught up in a whirlwind of emotions and desire, he'd met another alpha on a dating site.
An alpha he barely knew, but whose approach had struck him as gentler, less authoritarian than Eren's.

They fucked countless times, this handsome alpha knotting Levi for hours, over and over again, without a thought to the consequences.

And when Levi's heat had finally worn off, they'd never seen each other again. An episode that could have been an isolated memory, but turned into a much heavier burden.

For, a few weeks later, Levi had realized that he was pregnant.

Levi, deeply in love and desperate for a stable family life with Eren, convinced himself that Eren was the father of his child.
He told himself it was the only way to force Eren to commit, to stay by his side, even though he could see that the man wasn't truly attached to him.
Eren seemed to see him more as a beautiful object, a docile omega he could use, rather than a true partner.

But Levi, selfish in his quest for love and attention, chose to turn a blind eye to this reality.

Then, the older Armin grew, the more Levi realized that this child was not the fruit of their union.

Indeed, he didn't look like Eren.

He looked just like the other alpha.

An alpha he didn't dare name.

Erwin Smith.

It was the name that haunted him every time he looked at his son.

Armin didn't smell like Eren. On the contrary, he smelled like his biological father. And as time went by, this truth became too heavy to bear.

Eren, while tough, probably knows, somewhere in his conscience, that something is wrong.
Perhaps he senses this invisible but palpable distance between him and Armin.
He sees it, this gap, this absence of elements that should naturally bind a father to his child. He feels this emptiness, this strangeness in the air.
He senses that something is missing. Maybe he notices Armin's different smell, this absence of the alpha mark that would normally unite them, and that leaves him perplexed.

And maybe it's this intuition that fuels his cruelty towards Levi, his total aversion to the heat of the omega and to his role as a father.
Eren never wanted to be a father. He never intended to start a family. He only wanted to give in to his alpha instincts, to impose himself, to free himself from the shackles of all responsibility.

Levi, however, refuses to admit this truth. He refuses to believe that Eren could be aware of this situation, let alone feel it to the point of rejecting him so violently.
Levi convinces himself that all this is just a consequence of Eren's hard nature, that he's simply an alpha who has trouble accepting responsibility. An alpha too egocentric, too preoccupied with his own desires to think about his role as a father.

For Levi, it's simpler this way: Eren is tough, ruthless, an alpha who acts on instinct. He doesn't want to face the truth, preferring to take refuge in this lie, because facing reality would be far too painful.

“Come on, sweetheart, ouch!” No sooner had his son been received into his arms than he started pounding away at him with his little fists, as if he already wanted to escape.

If Armin wasn't Eren's real son, then, for God's sake, why does he adore him so much? Why is it Levi who is going through all this relentlessness ?

All of it. All of it. This fucking relentlessness that never seems to end.

Eren, looking distracted and annoyed, walks away from the room, not even bothering to look at Levi or their son. He heads for the kitchen, settled on one of the high, backless seats, pretending not to hear their child's cries.

“When you come back: to the kitchen. I want my pie.” Eren's voice is imperious, as always.

“Yes, my love. I'll hurry.” Levi replies almost mechanically, a slight tremor in his voice that betrays all too well the annoyance and fatigue he feels.

He hurries to the bathroom, Armin still in his arms, screaming and wriggling.

Once in the bathroom, Levi places his son on the changing table.

Armin screams, his shrill little voice filling the room with his annoyance. Levi, with tired eyes and trembling hands, does his best to remove the diaper. Every movement is an effort. He closes his eyes briefly, breathing deeply.
The heat of the omega has only just dissipated, and the heavy smell of his son's shit makes him nauseous.

“Come on, sweetheart, give it a rest.” Levi murmurs as he struggles to keep Armin on the changing table. But the baby struggles, his little hands flapping in the air, his legs twitching.

“No! No! Daddy! No !” Armin screams, refusing to be restrained. Levi tries to remove his diaper, but it's full of soft poo. The smell is unbearable.

Levi almost wants to vomit, but he grits his teeth and continues, unable to afford to flinch.

“Armin, calm down, please. I'm going to change you, I know it's not pleasant, but I have to.” He forces a smile that he hopes is reassuring, but it's more for himself than for his son.

Armin continues to cry, screaming, writhing in all directions. Levi struggles to remove the diaper and finally pulls it off with a grimace of disgust. But as soon as he prepares to clean his son, the latter starts screaming even louder, banging his little fists on the furniture.

“Daddy! No !” The little one tries to escape, but Levi holds him firmly.

“Come on, let's get all this poo off your butt and be done with it, hm?” Levi murmurs, hoping his gentle tone will eventually calm his son.

He grabs a wipe, wipes gently, all the while trying not to let his nausea show.

The little blond struggles again, harder now, but Levi keeps him against him.

“Armin, stop moving, you'll fall, you'll hurt yourself!” His voice is harsher this time.

“No! No! Don't touch!” The baby screams, pulling himself out of his father's arms with surprising strength for his age.

“Almost done, sweetheart. It's not pleasant, I know.” He finally finishes changing the diaper and, with a sigh of relief, takes Armin in his arms.

“That's good, darling. You're a big boy, see? Daddy's here.” His breath is light and soothed, seeking to calm both his son and himself. Armin's cries begin to diminish, replaced by groans of fatigue.

Armin, close to him, begins to search for his pacifier, his little arms flailing to find it. Levi smiles weakly, palpable relief crossing his exhausted face.

“Here, baby, here's your pacifier.” Levi murmurs softly, holding out the object his son is desperately searching for. Pacifiers are always lying around the bathroom, but this one finally seems to find its way into Armin's little mouth.

The baby immediately calms down, clutching his daddy tightly as he gently sucks on the pacifier. His little fingers tighten around Levi's T-shirt, seeking comfort and security. Levi holds him close, relieved that his son is finally calming down after so much effort and crying.

His little body relaxes as his eyes begin to close. Levi cradles him for a few more moments, feeling the warmth of his little one against him, and a feeling of peace comes over him, despite the fatigue that continues to weigh on him.

As Armin falls asleep, Levi feels a calm that, for the first time in hours, is felt in his own tired nerves. He waits a few minutes, making sure his son is deeply asleep, then slowly sits up.
He knows that his duty as omega father is never finished, but at least this moment of peace allows him to breathe a little.

Before taking him to bed, he decides to pass through the kitchen, the baby still asleep in his arms. He walks with a tired but almost proud step, wanting to show Eren their son's new-found calm.

He enters the kitchen where Eren is still sitting, looking relaxed but with a distant expression.

“Here, take a look.” Levi says softly, presenting Armin to his husband. “He's asleep.”

Eren looks up at them and rises to approach, his face softening for a moment as he sees his son in Levi's arms.
He places a light kiss on the top of Armin's head, a rare but tender gesture.

“My big boy.” He murmurs in a low voice against his son's blond hair.

Levi, surprised by this unexpected gentleness, lets himself be carried away by the gesture for a moment, before Eren straightens up, resuming his usual attitude.

“Okay, now you put him to bed. You'd better hurry. It's late.” Coldness quickly takes over again, and Levi, though disillusioned, simply nods.

He walks away, his son still in his arms, and Eren returns to settle in, without another word.

Levi, in a precautionary move, decides to put Armin in their bedroom, in their own marital bed. Armin is used to sleeping with them, snuggling up to Levi after his bottle or when he's frightened by the dark. This routine, which has lasted since his birth, has evolved over the months.

At first, it was because Levi was nursing Armin in their bed. It was Eren who insisted on watching his husband's swollen nipples produce milk. He loved to see the creamy white liquid coming out of his little pink slits.
After Levi had fed Armin, who was peacefully asleep between them, Eren would in turn settle down next to his husband.
It was an intimate, almost ritualized act.
Eren would gently take Levi's totally flat chest into his mouth, his eyes sometimes closed, focused on this moment when he was absorbing the last drops of the sweet milk his husband was producing. He sucked each of his aching nipples, lapping up every thick drop, sucking up all the milk he could.
Often, Levi would cum in his pajama pants, so overwhelmed was he by the pleasure of being so close to his husband.

Those moments when Eren snuggled up to him, seeking to suckle, were the rare moments when he could feel wanted, important, even if in a distorted way.
So Levi let Eren drink the rest of his milk, perhaps out of resignation, but also because this moment allowed him to open a door between them.
This gesture, strange and pleasing as it was, was in a way a silent request for closeness, something Levi was willing to give in the hope that it might repair some of what was missing between them.

It wasn't the act itself, but the rarity of these moments. In a household where physical and emotional warmth was often diverted by frustrations and unspoken words, these moments of shared intimacy, though unconventional, were the only occasions when Levi still felt a little close to Eren.
For him, letting Eren suckle was not simply an act of submission, but a desperate attempt to establish a connection, however distorted and awkward, with the man he loved.

When Levi could no longer produce milk, this suckling was gradually replaced by the bottle for Armin. But despite the passage of time and the changes that have taken place, their son has retained this habit: he needs his parents' presence in the bedroom, especially Levi's. At every bedtime, Levi cradles him.

At every bedtime, Levi rocks him and bottle-feeds his son in their bed. The scene unfolds almost like an immutable habit.

But there are exceptions to this routine. When Levi is in heat, or Eren is in a rut, or the couple has had a particularly violent argument, the tension is too great to allow their child to sleep in their bed.

Levi snaps out of his thoughts and, carefully, lifts his sleeping little boy onto the marital bed, depositing Armin in the hollow of the mattress.
He makes sure the child is safely tucked under the covers. He closes the window and turns on the radiator to warm the room.

He pauses for a moment, watching Armin, folded up in his bed, tiny and vulnerable.

Levi leans a little closer to his child, a slight smile on his lips.
He looks at his son, his only ray of light in this chaotic life.
His baby is his only source of happiness, and paradoxically also the cause of all his tensions with Eren. Levi closes his eyes for a moment, losing himself in this moment of calm before reality catches up with him again.

Levi hears Eren's footsteps in the corridor. He straightens up, startled, and turns towards the door. His heart races.

“I'll take care of the kitchen, just a moment.” But before he can turn around completely, Eren enters the room.

He approaches Levi, surprisingly calm, without the anger or annoyance he's displayed these past few days.
Eren leans in slightly, his nose moving to Levi's neck, as if searching for an answer in his scent.

“Is your heat over?” Eren asks in a voice that surprises Levi with its tenderness and gentleness.

Levi freezes for a moment, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him.

“Yes... they're over.” He answers, even though he can still feel the traces of his heat in his tired body. But he knows this is the end of the ordeal.

Eren seems satisfied with the answer, but before he pulls away, he places a furtive kiss in the hollow of his neck, a tender gesture that takes Levi by surprise.

“Baby.” He then straightens up, his voice much more authoritative this time. “Hurry up, I'm hungry.”

Levi's heart palpitates wildly, overflowing with an emotion he can't quite name. This small gesture, this discreet tenderness, touches him deeply.
It's been so long since he's received a tender gesture from Eren, especially since the onset of his heat.

“Yes! Yes my love, I'm coming.”

Eren strides out of the bedroom, followed by Levi, who gently closes the door so as not to wake Armin. They head for the kitchen, where Eren takes a seat on the counter, watching his husband's every move. Levi, despite his fatigue, busies himself preparing the promised pie, well aware that he has no choice but to satisfy Eren's expectations, even at such a late hour.

Eren crosses his arms and squints.

“Did you wash the apples?” He asks abruptly.

“Yes, of course, sweetheart.” Levi responds by nodding, while meticulously peeling the fruit.

“Watch out for the seeds. I don't want to bite into one.”

“I'll double-check.” Levi promises, his voice soft and conciliatory.

A silence falls as Levi cuts the apples into thin slices, carefully arranges them in a mold and prepares the dough. But this silence is interrupted by Eren's remarks.

“The work surface is full of crumbs. Wipe it off before it sticks.”

“Yes, I'll take care of it.” Levi obeyed without batting an eyelid, quickly wiping the surface.

Despite the coldness of Eren's words, Levi can't help but find comfort in their interaction. They're communicating, in a way, and that's enough for him for now. Once the pie is ready, he carefully puts it in the oven and adjusts the timer.

He turns and notices that Eren is no longer standing over him.

His husband, already sprawled out on the living-room sofa, has picked up his controller and plunged into his video game. Levi approaches, hesitant, his heart pounding at the thought of getting a little closer to his husband.

“Eren... Can I sit next to you?” He asks in an almost childlike voice.

Eren, without looking away from the screen, barely pushes his feet, creating a small space.

“Do what you like.”

For Levi, this is gesture enough. He gingerly sits down, thanking him with a sincere smile.

“Thank you, my love.” He murmurs, brimming with affection for this moment he considers a privilege.

He watches Eren play FIFA, his fingers pressing the buttons with fierce concentration. The sound of shots and passes echoes through the living room. After a few minutes, Levi, curious to prolong their moment together, breaks the silence.

“It's always the same game, isn't it?” He asks innocently.

“Yes, Levi, it's the same FIFA. With the same rules as always.” Eren replies in a flat tone, his eye riveted to the screen.

“But... you scored there, didn't you? Why don't they give you more points for that?”

“Because it's the opposing team. Fuck!” At the same time as he notices he's just taken a goal, he slams his controller against the sofa.

Levi blinks, still lost in the rules of virtual soccer, but delighted to have started a discussion.

“Ah, I see...” He doesn't see much.

Levi is still watching the screen, his eyes scanning the virtual players running around the field. Of course, he doesn't understand anything, but he's fine, there, next to Eren, sharing this moment, even if his husband seems absorbed.

“And... you're the one who controls all the players?” He questions shyly.

Eren sighs, his fingers pressing the buttons on the controller with annoyance as his virtual opponent scores yet another goal.

“No, not all of them. Mainly the one with the ball, and sometimes the others if I change.”

Levi nods, even though he's puzzled by the explanation. He draws his knees a little closer to his chest, looking for something more to say to prolong their exchange.

“And... who are you playing against now? A friend?”

Eren arches an eyebrow, a flicker of weariness crossing his gaze, but answers nonetheless.

“No, it's just someone online. I don't even know his name, but he's a fat son of a bitch who put a goal in me again.”

“Oh... but you still win, don't you? You're really good.”

A sneer appears on Eren's face. Not a straightforward smile, but a mixture of satisfaction and mockery.

“Of course I win. What did you think?”

Levi lets out a small, light laugh, even though his comment wasn't meant to be funny.

“I knew you were strong. I always thought you were good at that sort of thing.”

Eren remains silent for a moment, concentrating on a new action in the game, but his tone becomes a little less cold when he speaks again.

“You should try playing sometime. Maybe you'd finally understand the rules.”

Levi smiles, his eyes shining. He knows Eren isn't serious, that the remark may even be teasing, but he's so glad his husband is making an effort, however small, to keep the conversation going.

“Do you think I could make it? Will you play with me?”

Eren chuckles softly, a rare sound but enough to melt Levi.

“You'd get smashed, Levi. But hey, why not. If you feel like losing.”

“Then you'll have to be nice to me, if you want me to play.” Levi laughed softly, his hands playing with the hem of his T-shirt.

Eren doesn't respond right away, too focused on an action. But after a moment, he finally speaks, in a more neutral tone.

“We'll see. But not tonight. You've already got a pie to make for me, hm?”

Levi nods enthusiastically, however, his heart overflowing with a happiness he can't quite contain, despite Eren's apparent coldness.

“Yes, that's right. I'll check to see if she's making good progress.” He's ready to get up, but stays a moment longer, savoring his husband's closeness.

Even in the small moments, even in the dull exchanges, Levi found crumbs of joy to pick up, pieces of an affection he wanted at all costs to believe was real.

Levi rises slowly, taking one last look at Eren, before heading for the kitchen. He opens the oven door and checks the state of the pie. The pastry is beginning to brown, and the sweet smell of caramelized apples fills the air. Another five minutes, he thinks, before closing the oven door and returning to the living room.

Eren is still slumped on the sofa, concentrating on his game, his fingers expertly hammering the buttons on the controller. Levi, meanwhile, returns with hesitant steps and sits down beside him again, cramped in the small seat Eren had left for him.

“Smells good, doesn't it?” Levi says in a soft voice, trying to capture his husband's attention.

“Hm.” Eren replies without looking up from the screen, his tone indifferent.

Levi watches his slender hands tremble slightly, a familiar warmth beginning to pulse through his body. He knows his heat is almost over, but there's still a trace, an echo that refuses to disappear completely. And this warmth, combined with a desperate desire for a little affection, spurs him into action.

He moves discreetly closer to Eren, sliding his arm against his husband's.

“Eren...”

“Hm?” Eren continues to play, showing no particular reaction.

“Can you... can you hold me? Just a little?” His voice is soft, almost pleading.

Eren frowns slightly, annoyed, and pushes Levi away with his feet.

“Certainly not.”

But Levi insists, unable to contain the surge of emotion and need that runs through him. He gently grabs the bottom of Eren's shirt, his gaze imploring.

“Please, just a little. I... I still have a little left over from my heat. I just want a hug, Eren. Please...I swear afterwards it'll be over.”

Eren sighs heavily, finally placing the controller in his lap. He turns his head to Levi, his expression a mixture of exasperation and a hint of weariness.

“Just a little. I need your help. Even if it's nothing to you, it's... important to me.” Levi's voice trembles slightly.

Eren stands still for a moment, the silence between them heavy. Then, reluctantly, he puts an arm around Levi's shoulders and pulls him against him, without much conviction.
Levi closes his eyes, burying his face in Eren's chest. It's not the passionate embrace he'd hoped for, but it's enough to make his heart beat a little faster.

“Thank you...” His voice is full of sincere gratitude.

Eren, however, already seems elsewhere. His hand retrieves his controller, his attention quickly returning to the screen, where his virtual opponent is regaining the upper hand.

Still, Levi clings to the moment, savoring every second of closeness Eren deigns to grant him. There he is, lying full length against Eren, his face buried against his pectoral muscles.

He holds Eren a little tighter, his fingers clenching on the fabric of his T-shirt, desperately seeking a comfort that doesn't come.

“Eren...” He sighs, his voice laced with hesitation tinged with desire.

“Hm?” Eren is distracted, eyes fixed on the screen.

“I... I need you. Please, just a little...” His voice trembles slightly, bolder this time, but he doesn't dare formulate explicitly what he's asking for.

Eren stops playing for a second, but doesn't turn his head towards him.

“You said it was over, your heat.”

“Yes, but... It's not completely gone, and I need you to... to help me.”

Eren sighs, irritated, and drops his controller to his side. He leans forward slightly to rest his elbows on his knees, gently dislodging Levi.

“You still need me for everything, don't you?”

“It's not that, it's...” Levi clenches his fists, feeling a wave of despair wash over him. “Eren, I'm begging you. I need your knot. Just a little, just this once.”
Eren slowly straightens, laying a cold, exasperated gaze on his omega.

“I don't give a damn. Do you really think I want this, right now?”

The brutality of the words hits Levi right in the heart, but he can't stop. He's too far gone, too consumed by need. He clings to Eren, his arms desperately gripping his alpha's waist.

“I... I can't do this alone. I need you, Eren. Just you.”

The silence that follows is heavy, ponderous. Eren lets out a long sigh, his patience clearly wearing thin, but eventually straightens out completely, sitting upright on the sofa. Levi, still clinging to him, finds himself astride his thighs, his face buried against Eren's chest.

“Do it yourself.” Eren murmurs, his tone devoid of warmth, but without the nastiness of his earlier words. “Just until the pie's baked.”

Levi slowly raises his head, his face burning with mingled shame and desire. His eyes meet Eren's briefly, but the latter has already taken up the controller again, his attention entirely focused on his game.

Levi clings to him, tears threatening to fall, but he obeys. Because he has no choice. Because he loves him, desperately, even in those moments when he feels his own heart breaking a little more.

Levi, trembling with envy and shame, steps slightly away from Eren, his hands sliding to his own shorts. He pulls them off, his movements hesitant but hurried, then lets them slip to his ankles. He also removes his underwear, revealing his hard little cock, before placing his hands on Eren's clothes.

He looks up, searching for a reaction, but Eren doesn't flinch. Eyes glued to the screen, he remains impassive, fingers firm on the joystick.

Levi gently tugs at Eren's pants, slowly releasing his cock, which, against all expectations, is completely hard. When his gaze falls on what he covets, his breath catches.
There, in front of him, Eren's hardened sex rests proudly, the knot visible, almost imposing.

A wave of desire sweeps through him. His hands tremble slightly as he grabs hold of Eren, positioning himself on top, his thighs carefully encircling him.

He lets himself down slowly, his already wet anus struggling to accept the alpha's size and firmness, a mixture of pain and relief washing over him. He stifles a groan as he bites his lip, while Eren continues to play, unperturbed.

“Why are you taking it so slow? Jump on, hurry.” Eren drops in a flat tone, without even looking at him.

“I... I'm sorry...” Levi murmurs, his voice trembling. “I couldn't hold it together.”

Eren lets out a slight sigh, his gaze still fixed on the screen.

“You really can't handle yourself, can you? Always glued to me whenever you need something.”

Levi clenches his fists, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. He starts to move slowly, trying to soothe the pain of the cramps consuming him.

“I just want to be near you, Eren... I miss you so much.”

“I'm here, aren't I? What more do you want?”

“I want you to look at me, to touch me... to be with me, like before I was pregnant.”

Eren clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed, but says nothing. Levi continues, moving with a mixture of desperation and need, faster and faster, his forehead resting against Eren's shoulder.

“Do you realize how pathetic you sound right now?” finally says Eren, a hint of contempt in his voice.

“I don't care.” A tear rolls down his cheek. “I love you.”

Eren doesn't respond, merely moving slightly to adjust his position, as if Levi were just an awkward weight on him. Levi, though, continues, finding a kind of comfort in this closeness, cold and distant as it is.

Levi starts to move faster. His hands grip Eren's shoulders, seeking support as he accelerates, his breathing turning into short, irregular gasps. Each movement triggers a shiver of pleasure to run through his body, his moans becoming more and more audible.

“Eren... I... it feels so good...” He whimpers with pleasure, his cheeks flushed, his eyes bright with desire and restrained tears. He desperately seeks a look, a word, a sign from his husband, but Eren remains unperturbed.

Eren's hands never leave his controller, his eyes riveted to the screen as if nothing important were happening. He lets out a slight, almost weary sigh when Levi moans louder, but he doesn't turn his head.

“You... you make me feel so good.” His voice is broken with emotion and pleasure. “I love you... so much...”

Eren shrugs without even looking away from his game.

“Hm. Good for you.” He replies in a neutral, almost mechanical tone.

The words, so cold, hurt Levi, but his body refuses to stop. Pleasure consumes him, the heat in his belly reaching its peak.

“Look at me, please... just once.” Levi begs between moans, his movements desperate and frantic.

“I'm playing, Levi. Finish your thing and calm down, it's not complicated.” Eren vaguely raises an eyebrow but keeps his gaze fixed on the screen.

Levi's tears are flowing freely now, mingling humiliation and need, but he continues. His trembling voice, interspersed with wails of pleasure, fills the room, a cruel contrast to Eren's absolute indifference.

Levi, despite his frenzied movements, senses that something is missing. His body is crying out for more than he can get on his own.
Every fiber of his being screams with desperate need: he needs Eren to touch him, to give him something more, to impose his presence, even a little.

“I... I can't... Eren, please... help me...” His voice trembles with emotion and frustration.

“Fuck, even fucking you on my cock, can't you do it?” Eren lets out a long sigh, fingers still clutching his controller.

Levi nods quickly, his face flushed with shame and desire.

“I'm begging you... I need you... just a little...”

Clearly exasperated, Eren finally puts his controller down on the sofa. He grabs Levi by the hips, his hands large and firm, and gives him a sharp hip thrust, without any tenderness.

The shock makes Levi moan, and he immediately arches his back, a wave of raw pleasure invading his body.

“Like this?” Eren asks in a flat tone, before delivering another blow, a little harder this time, followed by a few quick, precise movements.

“Yes! Yes... oh my god... it's... it's perfect...” Levi groaned, his hands clutching desperately at Eren's shoulders. Each thrust made him lose his breath, and the pleasure he'd been seeking for so long finally rose within him, powerful and uncontrollable.

Eren's sudden movements, though mechanical and passionless, are enough to trigger a wave of ecstasy in Levi. His body suddenly tenses, a strangled cry leaving his lips as he completely takes his foot.

Eren, though exasperated at first, watches Levi with a mixture of irritation and indecision.
Levi, for his part, is completely absorbed, his moans becoming more intense as Eren continues, albeit automatically.

Yet, as he hears these little cries of pleasure and feels Levi trembling under his hands, something changes in Eren's attitude. His rhythm becomes more regular, almost instinctive. He takes a firm grip on Levi's hips and pushes with a little more force, his breath quickening slightly.

“You... you're really getting into it?” Levi asks between a sigh and a groan.

“Shut up.” Eren growls, his tone deeper, harsher, but his grip on Levi firms. His movements become more assertive, and he no longer simply plays.

Levi clings to him, his arms around his neck, his body totally submissive to Eren's gestures.

“Eren... it feels so good... Haanh, Eren!” He cries out, his face buried against his neck, unable to contain his emotions.

Eren's sighs become more audible. His gestures are more powerful, more determined, almost as if he's forgotten for a moment everything that used to infuriate him. Levi, for his part, is in ecstasy, each stroke of his hips bringing him a little closer to orgasm.

“You're driving me crazy on purpose, aren't you?” Eren finally confesses, his voice hoarse as he continues to move his hips with more power.

“Eren... Again!”

Eren doesn't respond, but his movements speak for him. The intensity of the act rises to a crescendo, and Levi can't help but cry out his pleasure, entirely invaded by his husband's presence. For the first time in a long time, Eren seems to invest himself, and Levi, with tears in his eyes, savors every second of this moment he thought impossible.

Eren fucks him at full speed, just a few more strokes enough to trigger a wave of ecstasy in Levi. His body suddenly tenses, a strangled cry leaving his lips as he orgasms, trembling all over.

“Fuck, I'm going to tie you up!” Eren moans, as if pissed off at himself for giving in.

Levi feels Eren's knot pulsing inside him and he closes his eyes, savoring the delicious pressure pulsing right against his prostate, prolonging his orgasm.

Eren steps back immediately afterwards, gently pushing Levi off his lap to retrieve his controller. Levi leans to the side, his ass still firmly planted on Eren's knot, who rests his arms on his ribs as a support.

“There, all done. Now leave me alone, okay?”

Levi, despite his husband's icy indifference, remains motionless, trying to catch his breath. A solitary tear slides down his cheek as he murmurs soft thanks, almost to himself.

Eren's knot quickly deflates, Levi's heat low, which is typical when hormones are low. Alphas tend to keep their knots shorter at such times, at the end of their heat. Once the knot has barely deflated, Levi gets up, dresses, adjusts Eren's clothes carefully, then heads for the oven.

The pie is slightly burnt, its edges blackened by cooking a little too long. He sighs and picks it up carefully, scraping the charcoal residue from the edges with his thumb. He tries to salvage what can be salvaged and places it on the worktop.

“Eren, kitten, are you coming to taste it?” Levi calls to him, but his husband seems in no hurry, busy playing.

Levi, patient, cuts a slice of pie and arranges it carefully on a plate. He remembers that his husband likes to accompany the pie with a glass of fruit juice, so he pours a little into a glass.

After a few minutes, Eren finally gets up and goes into the kitchen. He sits down in front of the pie and begins to taste it without hurrying, an indifferent look on his face. However, he can't help smiling.

Levi watches this moment with a glimmer of hope, his heart pounding with anticipation.

“It's really good.” Eren finally speaks up, a slight smile forming on his lips. “It's even better than usual.”

Levi, who had been looking forward to this moment, freezes for a moment, overwhelmed with happiness. He stands there beside him, feeling a warmth of contentment he hasn't felt in a long time.

Eren raises his hand and, in a gesture that seems almost a little distracted, tenderly strokes Levi's cheek.

“You're not taking the trust, are you baby?” He replies with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Levi, eyes shining with happiness, smiles and answers simply.

“No.” He knows this moment is precious, no matter how simple.

And for him, it's already more than he'd hoped for.

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Eren wakes with a start, roused from his sleep by small feet bouncing on the bed. A grunt escapes him as he buries his face in the pillow.

“Daddy!” Armin jumps up and down, laughing out loud.

Eren grunts even louder, pushes back the blanket with a jerk and opens one tired eye.
He grabs his phone from the bedside table and grimaces.

Ten o'clock.
Armin is usually up much earlier, but after the restless night they'd had, he'd fallen asleep late.

“Daddy, bottle.” Armin lies back against his father.

Eren winces, already irritated.

“Bottle feeding is in the evening. You're not a baby anymore, you're a big boy, hm?” He half-heartedly embraces the figure of his boy slumped over him.

“Bottle and cocoa.”

“You'll ask Daddy Levi.” Eren stretches, running his hand through his loose, tangled hair.

Eren extricates himself from the bed, then picks up his son with a nonchalant gesture, wedges him on his hip and leaves the room.

“Dad, pee.”

Eren stops short, gasps in annoyance, turns on his heels and leads him to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he lets him undress on his own and sets him down on his potty.
Taking advantage of being there, he pulls down his own pants to pee quickly, glancing at Armin, who applies himself laboriously.

“Your diaper's full of pee. Did you pee in the diaper in the night?” Eren doesn't wait for an answer and shakes his cock before tucking it into his boxers. “And that's thanks to Levi, who still treats you like a kid. Still giving you your bottle like you don't know how to walk. It's unbelievable. ”

When Armin has finished, Eren quickly helps him, without much gentleness.

“Come on darling, it's okay, let's go downstairs.”

At last they reach the kitchen, where Levi is waiting for them. As usual, he has everything ready: pastries, a stack of pancakes, fresh fruit and two cups of coffee already served. Levi stands in a white shirt and simple black pants, his apron tied around his waist.

Eren would be lying if he said he didn't find Levi adorable and completely sexy in his perfect little housewife outfit.
But he keeps this observation to himself, as he often keeps to himself any thoughts that might bring up emotions that are a little too human.

He looks away, concentrating on the table.

Levi, for his part, smiles contentedly as he sees his little family awake.
Yet he doesn't fail to notice Eren's lack of enthusiasm, but chooses not to say anything.

“Good morning boys.” Levi smiles with all his teeth, delighted to have company at last.

Armin trots over to him, his arms outstretched in the air, and Levi picks him up, hugging him tightly, kissing him warmly. Meanwhile, Eren settles into the living room, without greeting his husband or even thanking him for the carefully prepared breakfast.
He never did anyway. To him, it's perfectly normal for Levi to treat him like a king, and on top of that, if Eren's not mistaken, the pancakes are far too thick. He hates that.

“Eren, my love, aren't you eating at the table?”

“No.” He turns on the TV and starts looking for a program to watch.

Instantly, seeing the TV turn on, Armin flails in Levi's arms, demanding to watch a cartoon.

“No, baby, no TV in the morning.” Levi bounces him on his hips, trying to contain this little ball of energy. “Daddy's going to make your bottle for you, okay?”

“Levi, stop calling him that. He's a big one, and he's still pissing himself. My buddy's son is two and already potty-trained.”

“Eren, not all kids grow up the same.” Levi hugs his son close, while preparing his bottle. “Would you like me to make you a jam pancake?”

“No, they're too thick, I don't like them. Bring me a chocolate bread and my coffee.”

Eren isn't in the mood to eat at the table with his family, especially after a shortened night and an evening of video games interrupted by his husband's heat.

Levi returns to the living room, a small plate containing a carefully arranged chocolate bread, accompanied by the steaming cup of coffee Eren had requested. He places the whole delicately on the coffee table.

“Here you go, sweetheart.” Levi leans over to serve it, willingly arching his buttocks in front of Eren's eyes, as if to soften him or dissuade him from being sour.

“Babe, I can't see the TV. Move over.” Eren, slumped on the sofa, grabs the chocolate bread without so much as a glance at him, not at all mollified by his husband's bulging little ass in front of him.

Levi, undaunted, sits down next to him, Armin comfortably on his lap. He holds the bottle in his hands and slips it gently into their son's mouth, who sucks gently.

Eren casts an annoyed glance at Levi, who gently cradles Armin while whispering sweet nothings in his ear, his gaze overflowing with tenderness.

“Stop infantilizing him like that.” Eren lets out while sighing between mouthfuls.

“He's only two, Eren.” Levi looks up at his husband, calmly.

“You're the reason he hangs around so much. You're always glued to him, like he's going to break in half.”

Levi pulls Armin closer to him, frowning slightly but keeping his voice soft.

“Darling...every child evolves at his own pace.”

Armin, carefree, finishes his bottle and starts fidgeting, waving his arms at the TV.

“Cartoon! Cartoon!”

“No, kitty, daddy's watching his program.” Levi speaks in a low voice while cuddling him.

Armin, with a stubborn pout, reaches for the remote control lying next to Eren.

“Oh, calm down there. Will you shut up? What did I say?” Eren is exasperated. He sits up straighter and stares sternly at his son. “I'm watching the news, and that's non-negotiable.”

“Armin, darling, we're listening to the news with Daddy, and afterwards, if you're good, you can watch your cartoon, okay?” Levi tries to defuse the situation by stroking his hair.

“There, that's your upbringing, Levi. A temperamental kid who steps on you.” Eren shakes his head, excited.

“Sorry about the noise, Eren. I...we're going back to the kitchen.”

Levi looks down at Armin, who's starting to sulk in his arms, and sighs softly. He rocks their son lightly to soothe his discontent before rising from the sofa, his boy still in his arms.
Eren, quiet at last, settles comfortably on the sofa, eating his breakfast without taking care that the crumbs don't fall to the floor. Anyway, his husband will clean them up for him.

“Sweetheart, could we go to the market today?” Levi offers, while settling Armin into his high chair, serving him a jam pancake that he's sure to shred into a thousand pieces.

Damn.

Levi loves going to the market like old people do, even though he's only twenty-two.
Eren just wants to go back to sleep after eating and sleeping all morning.

“No. I'm dead, then I'm going back to bed.” He shrugs to himself.

“Okay...” Levi agrees, his voice however a low drawl.

Eren hears the disappointment in his husband's voice.
He thinks for a few moments, running his hand over his face, before speaking.

“In fifteen minutes, you'll be ready. And we're not hanging around out there. You don't look at the same stuff forty times.”

It's very rare that Eren decides to take Levi out of the house.
Already, Levi is almost never allowed to go out alone, except for essential errands or to take Armin to the park.
Eren categorically refuses to let Levi go out alone, on the grounds that he's far too provocative with the way he walks, rolling his ass around without even realizing it.
His little husband attracts far too much attention, especially from the alphas, and Eren can't stand the idea of anyone else laying eyes on what belongs to him.
He's the one in control, he's the one who decides. Levi has no business out there without his permission.

And even when he could accompany him, Eren almost never makes the effort to take him with him.

Yet Eren knows perfectly well that if he marked Levi with a mating bite, he wouldn't have to worry about the stares of other alphas.
Such a mark would be a clear warning: Levi already belongs to another alpha, and only the most foolish would dare try anything.
But Eren categorically refuses to grant him this honor.

He's already had to give in to the idea of marrying Levi, forced by his parents, who refused to let him have a child out of wedlock.
Mating, however, is a personal decision, and no one can force him to make it.
Deep down, Eren would love to bite the delicious pale skin of his omega, to mark his territory indelibly, but he also knows that this is what Levi dreams of most.

And that's precisely why he refuses.

Out of sheer perversion and sadism, Eren takes cruel pleasure in seeing his husband wither away in this lack.
He loves the despair in his eyes, the silent pain of not being marked, the emptiness that gnaws at Levi.
For Eren, it's a punishment he deserves. Yet he's also punishing himself with this decision.

During his ruts, the urge to mark Levi is so intense that he has to bite his hand or bury his teeth in a pillow to keep from giving in to his instinct.
And this annoys him to no end, as the absence of a mark on his own neck makes him an easy target. Omegas who are unaware of his marital status don't hesitate to openly hit on him, to try and seduce him, and frankly, Eren is already fed up enough with his own omega.

To avoid this, Eren takes care to keep his hair loose and his shirt tucked in tightly when he goes out, concealing his neck.
But when he's getting ready at home, he systematically ties his hair back before leaving, deliberately leaving his neck exposed in front of Levi, as if to make him think he'll spend the day like this, ready to attract the gazes of other omega.

Eren never misses the look on his husband's face at such times: a mixture of pain, jealousy and despair.
Seeing Levi so broken, so unhappy, is for him a perverse satisfaction, a way of reasserting his control.
Yet, in his moments of weakness, a part of him also suffers. His heart aches to see what he's putting Levi through.

But he prefers to ignore this guilt and continue punishing him, convinced that this is what he deserves.

“Yes!” Levi trots over to the couch, his eyes bright with gratitude and his smile up to his ears. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He leans in to kiss Eren, but Eren pushes him away with his hand.

“You want to thank me? When we get home, you give me a blowjob.”

“Shh...” Levi instinctively turns to Armin, as if to make sure he hasn't heard. His son is there, busy butchering his pancake with gusto, batter flying everywhere, but too engrossed in his meal to pay attention to anything else. “Yeah, right.” Levi murmurs, a small smile forming on his lips.

Eren looks at him intently. Now that his husband's heat is over, he's regaining some of his libido.

“You know what? I want you to suck me right now.” Eren doesn't waste a second.

He stands up abruptly and starts undressing, his gaze trained on Levi, and pulls out his already half-hard sex.

Levi blushes intensely, his eyes wide with surprise. He glances furtively at Armin, who's still concentrating on his pancake, his hands covered in bits of jam, an innocent smile on his little face.

“Uh, I'll watch that Armin eats well and then I'll do it, okay? I'm afraid he'll choke on his food and-”

“No. Right now.” Eren's voice is low, almost a whisper, but full of firmness.

Eren moves a little closer, his gaze insistent.

“Are you going to eat my cock, yes or no?” His voice is low, an almost menacing whisper.

Levi instinctively drops to his knees in front of Eren, his gestures tentative at first. His hands slide down Eren's thighs, brushing against the hairy skin of his thighs.

Levi leans down to place wet kisses against Eren's hairy pubis.

“You want it to be soft, don't you?” Eren sneers, mocking the very idea. “But you know you were made to be my cum dump, don't you? To obey me, to be at my mercy.”

Levi lowers his head even further, his hair falling over his face. He knows that, even if he wanted to, he couldn't answer him. He would have liked it to be softer, more tender, but that's not what Eren wants.

Eren grunts impatiently, his body reacting immediately to the pressure of Levi's mouth.

“Faster, dammit! You want to drive me crazy, don't you? You want me to take your face apart with my cock?” Eren grabs him by the hair, pulling his head back to force his eyes to meet his. “Open your mouth.” His tone is dry, authoritative. “You really are just a fucking toy. You're here to satisfy me, understand?”

Levi felt his body tense under the command. He'd hoped for a moment of intimacy, but Eren wants that control, that power.
So Levi takes a deep breath before placing his lips on his glans covered in and purplish, gently brushing the skin of his foreskin, going no further. He hears Eren grunt slightly in frustration.

“What the hell are you doing there? What, too big for you?” Eren scolds him, his voice hardening. He grabs Levi's hair with both hands, forcing him forward. “You want me to lose my patience?”

Levi shakes his head, his lips twisting around his penis.
He moves closer, his mouth opening to take the head of Eren's sex a first time, his tongue delicately caressing the tip.
But he doesn't have time to enjoy the gentleness, as Eren pushes harder.

“Harder, damn it.” Eren orders, his voice huskier. “You know what I want. I want you to take my cock like a slut, to suck me until I lose my mind.”

Levi tries to adjust, his lips and throat tight around his thick sex, his breath catching with each back-and-forth stroke.

Holy shit, Eren is forced to admit that his husband is really good at sucking cock. His face is made to writhe in concentration around a good hard cock.

“Here, here, take it.” Eren arches his back under the sensation. “You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck your whole fucking mouth?”

Levi squints his eyes, like a silent yes.

“Yes, that's it. That's good, but you could be faster. You want me to cum in your mouth, don't you? That's all you're good for.”

Levi, though he feels his limits being tested, speeds up the movement. He's ashamed of his own arousal, but he can't help acting the way he knows Eren loves him. His own submissive body reacts to Eren's every move.
His lips slide faster, his breath cuts off under the pressure.
While ramming his cock down his throat, he pretends to swallow in order to massage Eren's glans against his tonsils.

“Aaaaah, yeah, I love it when you do that. You want to feel me in the back of your throat? That's what you want, for me to force you to swallow it all, right?” Eren grunts, a perverse smile on his lips as he feels the warmth of Levi's mouth on him. “You're a bitch, you've earned it.”

Eren's words hit Levi like a whip, but they awaken something inside him. He doesn't stop, continuing to give himself completely, his mouth sliding ever deeper, a small part of him longing for it to be softer, more tender. Yet he doesn't dare say anything.

“You look like you want it to stop, but you're too weak to tell me. You don't want it to stop, you're just ashamed, aren't you?” Eren can feel it, the tension in Levi's body not escaping him.

Levi can't even respond. He's breathless, his cheeks rosy with humiliation and pleasure mixed together. He continues to fuck Eren in his throat, forcing himself not to let go, knowing that everything he does is to satisfy his husband.
Levi closes his eyes, concentrating on every movement, every effort not to choke. Eren's size is relentless, and he's constantly on the verge of losing control.

“Don't stop, Levi.” Eren orders in a low, authoritative voice. “This is what you deserve. To make me cum in your fucking mouth.”

Levi moans around his cock, the vibrations running through his entire length in pleasurable tingles.

“Holy shit, you're my little whore, aren't you?” Eren grunts, arching under the pleasure. “You're mine. You belong to me. You're going to drive me crazy, and you know you like it.”

His fingers tug harder on Levi's hair, grabbing him almost violently, as he feels the orgasm rising inside him, inevitable.

“You're just a bitch, and you're going to swallow it all, like the slut you are.”

Levi doesn't have time to react. The tension in Eren's lower abdomen suddenly explodes.

“I'm going to shove this down your throat. You're just a slut, you hear?” A long moan is heard as Eren orgasms, his hips rocking violently as the orgasm hits him. “Ah for fuck's sake! All of it, in your mouth, bitch. Go ahead, gobble up all my cum.”

Eren ejaculates directly down his husband's throat, all the while continuing his hip movements. He tries to keep his knot from swelling, knowing that with their child not far away, he won't have time to knot his husband's mouth.

Levi, out of breath, finally swallows greedily, submitting wordlessly to Eren's commands, even though he feels his body trembling under the intensity of the act.
He doesn't dare look up, but stands there, his whole body vibrating with total submission.

Eren sighs, catching his breath. He strokes Levi's hair with a strange gentleness after the intensity of the act.

“See, babe, it's not so hard, is it?” He gives him a little kick in the ribs so he straightens up. “You're mine, Levi. You're right here for it.”

Levi, exhausted, stands there, his mouth still trembling and his throat dry, his chest heaving with the effort. He struggles to his feet, and his first instinct is to look at Armin.

The little one seems to have had enough of his pancake for a while, and stares at his parents with his big blue balls, looking both bemused and horrified.

“Daddy, boo-boo?” Armin throws the pancake pieces to the ground, joining the rest of the mess he's obviously created by throwing everything on the floor.

Eren laughs and turns to look at his son too. Normally, Armin mustn't have seen much, since Eren's silhouette camouflaged his husband's small kneeling body quite well.

“No, my love.” Levi staggered to join Armin by his high chair. “Daddy and I tickled each other.” He tickles the hollow of his son's neck.

“Daddy slut?”

“Ahahaaah!” Eren claps his hands and bursts out laughing, then pulls up his boxers and jogging bottoms. “That's my son.”

“Eren, that's not funny!” Levi takes the blond boy's hand and gives him a pat that feels more like a graze. “Armin, do you want to be punished on the stairs?”

“Yes! Yes!” Armin raises his little fists in the air, knowing full well that his father is never going to punish him. “Daddy, candy!”

“No, no, no candy in the morning.” Levi sighs as he picks up his son's garbage from the floor, the latter throwing his last piece of pancake at his head.

But suddenly Eren's exasperation erupts, at Levi's lack of authority over a two-year-old.

“Armin, that's enough!” He strides towards his son and his husband, looking menacing.

Instantly, Armin freezes, his face contracting into a worried pout, little hands clenching around his stomach.

Eren abruptly removes the belt from the high chair and pulls Armin out, placing him on the floor without mercy. Without even crouching down to be at his little one's level, he scolds him from the top of his six-foot height, as if his stature could impress this two-year-old baby.

“Armin, disobey me again, and I'll clear out your room. No more toys, nothing. Do you understand?” The violence in his voice is palpable.

Armin's eyes glisten with tears and he nods, his little lips trembling.

Levi, still crouching, food in hand, bites his lip. His heart aches to see Eren react so brutally.
He instinctively leans towards Armin, ready to console him, but Eren stares at him hard.

“Don't challenge my authority, Levi.”

Levi bows his head, shocked, and nods. His hands rest sadly on his knees. He knows Eren is right, but it hurts him to see their son in this state.

Eren, in a sudden movement, grabs Armin by the arm and takes him with a quick step to the corner of the first step of the staircase, despite the fact that the punishment shouldn't have happened after all.

“You stay right there, Armin. You don't move.” The little blond looks up at him, still whimpering, but he remains motionless, even more afraid of his father's wrath.

Levi cleans up the kitchen and sets aside the leftovers from breakfast, which, like every Sunday, have not been appreciated by anyone. The table is still full of crumbs and barely eaten pastries.

Eren joins Levi, glancing absent-mindedly at his husband while checking that everything is tidy.

“Get ready quickly.” He does nothing to hide his annoyance.

Levi doesn't even dare reply. He nods silently, wiping the table again.

“Yes, I'll finish tidying up and that's it. I'll dress Armin too.” Levi murmurs and, under his husband's threatening gaze, corrects his sentence. “Er...after his punishment.”

Without answering him, Eren climbs the stairs, dragging his feet. Once in the bathroom, he pushes the door shut with his foot, his clothes already slipping from his shoulders. He removes them with total carelessness and throws them in a ball in the corner of the room. Levi will pick them up, as usual. Eren has no intention of bothering.

He turns on the shower water, quickly adjusting the temperature. He tilts his head, closing his eyes, vaguely enjoying the sensation of the drops hitting his skin. After a moment, he grabs a bottle of shampoo, pours a generous amount into his palm and begins massaging his scalp. The lather builds up quickly, sliding down his neck and shoulders to his feet.

Once his hair is rinsed, he grabs his soap and lathers it between his hands. He starts with his shoulders, quickly scrubbing his torso and stomach, before sliding his hands further down. Reaching his crotch, he pauses for a moment, taking in an extra dollop of soap. He carefully cleans his penis, first tracing the outline of the foreskin with his fingers to dislodge any accumulated dirt.

He rinses his whole body one last time, then turns off the water. The steam in the shower has become so dense that it completely fogs up the glass walls. Eren grabs a clean towel and quickly dries off, rubbing his hair until it's barely damp.

In front of the mirror, he picks up his toothpaste, squeezing the tube in the middle without closing it properly. He brushes his teeth with jerky movements, leaving a few splashes on the sink that he won't bother rinsing off. After spitting out the foam, he leaves the toothbrush askew on the edge of the sink and returns to the bedroom.
His crumpled clothes are still lying on the floor, and the bathroom is a chaos of steam and clutter: the badly rinsed sink, the fogged mirror, the clothes strewn about, and the soaked bathmat.

But he doesn't care, knowing that Levi will be by to tidy up.

In the bedroom, he chooses a pair of well-fitting black jeans that show off his legs, then a thin white sweater with a round collar that hugs the contours of his torso perfectly. He sits down briefly to tie his damp hair into a relaxed bun, deliberately letting a few strands fall around his face. Once ready, he takes one last look in the mirror, adjusts the collar of his sweater, then heads back downstairs, looking as annoyed as ever at the prospect of this outing.

Levi is finishing the dishes with one hand, carrying Armin on his other, the little one pressed up against him as he sucks his thumb. Levi cradles him gently, bouncing him on his hip from time to time.

“Levi. Why did you take the liberty of lifting his punishment?” Eren bites the inside of his cheeks, unable to bear being contradicted.

Levi lifts his head and looks at him, a tired look on his face.

“Honey...he was crying. He's still too little to be punished for so long.”

“He needs discipline, not cuddles.” Eren retorts as he drops onto the sofa, exasperated. He opens his phone and starts scrolling. “Okay, Levi. You're the one who wanted to go to the market. Why am I the one waiting? Move your ass, come on.”

Levi nods without a word and goes upstairs to get himself and Armin ready.

Eren flips distractedly through the TV channels, one arm stretched over the back of the sofa, the other busy picking his nose.
After a few minutes, he lets out a yawn and turns on his console. Call of Duty appears on the screen, and he plunges into the game, controller firmly in hand. But barely ten minutes into the game, he's already starting to lose his temper.

Insults fly, directed at both the game and its virtual opponents.

Just then, Levi comes downstairs with Armin, hand in hand.

Levi approaches the sofa, visibly pleased, and stops in front of Eren with a smile. He points to Armin with a slight shake of his head.

“Armin has something to tell you.” He announces this with obvious pride in his voice.

Armin looks up at Levi, then shyly at Eren. He opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted almost immediately by a shout of annoyance from Eren, who still seems absorbed in the frustration of his game.

“What the hell kind of game is this!” He shouts, his attention still fixed on the screen displaying a defeat message.

Then, finally realizing the presence of his family, he switches off the console with a sigh and finally turns his head towards them.

Levi has taken care to dress their son: blue jeans, a bright yellow raincoat and clean sneakers. In his small free hand, Armin awkwardly clutches a ball Eren recently bought him, far too big for his size. His short hair is impeccably styled with a side parting, which elicits a slight smile of appreciation from Eren, although he doesn't express it.

Levi, for his part, has simply changed his stockings and opted for beige pants. His hair has been hastily combed, but he exudes a sensuality that immediately irritates Eren.
Why did he feel the need to get ready to go out? Eren just asked him to get ready, which in his language means: put on your jacket and let's go.

Armin, though slightly intimidated, stood there with his ball, his big eyes looking at him expectantly. Levi gently strokes his hair, encouraging him with a look.

“Go on, kitten.” He murmurs softly.

“Daddy...sorry for nonsense.” Armin apologizes in a small voice. He bows his head slightly, then raises it almost immediately to ask. “Balloon in the car?”

“Why do you want the ball?” Eren arches an eyebrow, puzzled.

Armin fidgets slightly on the spot, not daring to answer just yet. Levi, still behind him, gently rubs his back, a reassuring gesture.

“Tell him, sweetheart.” He encourages him.

Armin finally raises his head, his small hands clutching his ball.

“Play with you... in the park. After walk.”

Eren let out a heavy sigh, but his gaze softened slightly as he met his son's pleading eyes.

“All right.” He finally agreed, reaching out to pull Armin against him in a quick embrace.

He, who wanted to botch and finish this outing as quickly as he could...

Holy shit.

The boy clung to his father, a radiant smile lighting up his face. Eren, still seated, kisses him briefly on the top of the head before looking up at Levi. He takes a few seconds to detail him, his shirt snug and his hair lightly styled.

“You're very handsome.” Eren declares in a cold, neutral tone, making his words much closer to a reproach than a compliment.

But Levi, too desperate to hear anything but a semblance of approval, blushes slightly and responds enthusiastically.

“Thank you. You're very handsome too.”

The obvious sincerity in Levi's voice both annoys and touches Eren.

“Come on, let's get going. Before I change my mind.” He looks away with a dull growl and sets his son down on the floor.

Levi moves to the coat rack and reaches for his short trench coat. But no sooner has he grabbed it than Eren abruptly pushes him off, his back almost hitting the wall. Levi is startled and turns towards him, his eyes round.

Eren's gaze is hard, menacing, and his tone leaves no room for discussion.

“You're putting on your long coat. The one that hides your bottom.” He orders curtly, eyebrows furrowed.

Levi nods without protest, putting down his trench coat to pick up the long black wool coat that falls to his knees. He quickly slips it over his shoulders, but Eren doesn't stop there. He grabs a thick scarf from the coat rack and hands it to him.

“And this. Hide your neck.”

Levi obeys without a word, wrapping the red scarf around his neck. Meanwhile, Eren grabs his thick black hooded vest and slips it on unzipped, retrieves his car keys from a shelf and slips on his black sneakers quickly.
Levi, meanwhile, puts on his Vans while trying to manage Armin, who's already running down the corridor throwing his ball.

“Armin! No ball in the house.” Levi exclaims, but his voice is covered by a thud.

The ball has just hit a piece of furniture, and Eren doesn't care. He bends down to catch the ball and plays with his son for a few moments, completely ignoring Levi's protests. Armin's laughter echoes around the room, and Eren smiles slightly, almost amused.
He pretends to aim at another piece of furniture, which provokes a panicked exclamation from Levi.

“No...careful, please...” Levi bellows as he finishes his shoelaces.

Eren finally stops when Levi straightens up, ready to go. Levi retrieves the ball from his son's hands, holding it under his arm.
Together, they head for Eren's car, a late-model Audi sports car, completely unsuited to a family with a young child.
But Eren doesn't care. He loves beautiful cars, and nothing and nobody will change his mind.

Levi puts Armin in his booster seat in the back, a task more complicated than it should be. The little one struggles, punches his father and wriggles in all directions. After a few grunts of frustration, Levi finally manages to strap him in and climbs into the passenger side, the ball resting on his lap.

Eren starts up, and the engine roars to life. He smiles, proud of his car, and leaves the garage with rapid acceleration.
He drives fast, far too fast, but Levi remains silent, not daring to pick him up again. He turns around regularly to check on Armin, even though he sees him shaken in all directions by Eren's nervous driving.

In the back, Armin seems indifferent to the situation. He plays with his fingers, making imaginary gestures and noises.
Levi, for his part, tries to strike up a conversation with Eren, as he often does.

“My love, did you sleep well after all?” He asks softly, looking for a starting point.

“No.” Eren replies dryly, his eyes fixed on the road.

Levi persists, despite the uninviting tone. He loves talking to Eren, even if it often means bumping into his wall of indifference.
Eren, on the other hand, just wants to enjoy his car, one of the few objects in his house that reminds him of his carefree, lust-filled former life.

“What would you like to eat for lunch?”

Eren doesn't answer and simply shrugs, but Levi doesn't seem discouraged. Just the fact that he can be with Eren, even in these moments, is enough to please him.

Levi hesitates for a moment, looking for a subject that might interest Eren, or at least distract him from his grumpy mood. He squeezes the ball a little tighter in his lap, almost nervously, before launching in.

“Do you want us to get some candles for the house? I could put them on the coffee table, it would make a nice atmosphere.” His voice is soft, almost shy.

Eren rolls his eyes, a mocking laugh escaping his lips.

“Candles? Seriously, Levi, don't you have anything better to say?”

Levi looks down, a little offended by the comment. But he refuses to be put off.

He knows Eren, and he knows that sometimes you have to insist a little.

“It would look nice, you know... And Armin likes it when it smells good. He could help me choose.” He glances back, where their son continues to play, totally absorbed. “Right, sweetheart? Would you like some candles for the house?”

Armin looks up, drawn by the question, but before he can answer, Eren cuts the discussion short.

“Stop putting stupid ideas into his head. Candles are useless. They collect dust and stink of chemical perfume. No way.”

Eren's only desire is to go home already.

“You want us to get something for you, then? I know you like dried fruit. We could see if they have any fresh walnuts or almonds...”

"Babe, I don't give a damn about your deal. Just hurry up when you get there."

Eren grits his teeth as he approaches the crowded market parking lot. He already hates this moment. The crowds, the noise, being forced to play model dad just because Levi loves hanging out outside with their son. His fingers drum on the steering wheel, betraying his irritation. Yet a strange weariness settles over him, stifling his anger a little. He doesn't feel like fighting, not today.

He knows Armin is delighted, and he doesn't need to meet Levi's gaze to feel that he's hopeful, as he is every time Eren agrees to go out. It annoys him. But it also soothes him. This constant paradox tires him as much as it keeps him from running away for good.

As Eren pulls up and the car stops, he glances at Levi, who is calmly observing the surroundings, his hands still resting on Armin's ball.

“Hurry up and get out, you don't want Armin to have a fit, do you?”

“He's happy to get out, he won't throw a fit.” He turns to question his son. “Right, kitty?”

His boy nods vigorously, having heard absolutely nothing of their conversation.

Levi gets out of the car, correctly putting the scarf imposed by Eren back around his neck, and opens Armin's door to untie him.

Armin, already excited, makes farting noises with his mouth, his cheeks flushed with agitation. As usual, a little trail of snot begins to appear under his nose.

“You're going to turn into a snail again.” Levi murmurs with an amused smile as he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his son.

He then heads to the trunk to retrieve Armin's small bag, containing everything needed to manage a two-year-old on an outing: water bottle, tissues, an emergency diaper, a pacifier for blackmail, and a comforter.

Levi is about to slip the bag over his shoulder, but Eren abruptly takes it from his hand.

“Give me that. I'd rather carry a light bag that doesn't move, than a maggot like Armin.”

Levi, surprised by this burst of gallantry, blushes slightly and murmurs a thank you.

“Save your breath.” Eren raises an eyebrow, obviously unmoved.

Levi laughs softly, used to his casual answers. He takes Armin's hand, who is already starting to hop on the spot, full of energy.

“Anyway, you're too big to bend down and hold his hand.” Levi replies teasingly. “Me, I'm just the right height.”

Eren grunts slightly, but a slight smile floats across his lips as he locks the car and follows them.

As they approach the market stalls, the smell of spices and ripe fruit envelops them, mingled with that of the crowd.
Eren abruptly puts a possessive arm around Levi's shoulders, squeezing a little too tightly, as if to remind everyone that the omega at his side is taken.

“If I see you making eyes at or talking to an alpha...” He hisses in a deep voice in his ear. “I'll grab you by the hair and crush you to the ground.”

Levi, used to this kind of threat, nods without a word, concentrating instead on Armin's warm little hand in his own.

The little boy is already trying to escape to run, but Levi gently holds him back.

As for Eren, he watches the people watching them. Levi always attracts attention with his small, elegant figure, neat hair and shy smile.
Armin, in his jeans and yellow raincoat, is the very image of the adorable child.
And together, they create an illusion of perfection that irritates as much as it flatters Eren.

Yet Eren feels the tension. Levi's instinctive scent, sweet and light, intensifies in the presence of other alphas, and it grips his gut. If he gave in to his instincts, he'd mark Levi on the spot, in front of everyone, to show he's his.

But he won't.

“Do you want to start with the vegetables?” Levi, feeling Eren's arm tighten, takes the opportunity to approach him.

“I don't care. You do what you want, as long as we don't dawdle.” Eren sighs, shaking his head.

“Then we'll go fast.”

Eren doesn't answer, but he glances at his little family. Against all odds, he feels a slight warmth in his chest.

It's not love, not exactly. At least, that's what he tries to tell himself.
But in truth, it is. Raw love, blurred by remorse and drowned in a rage he's never been able to manage.

He loves Levi, in a twisted, imperfect way, full of contradictions. And he loves Armin, this child who seems so foreign to him and whom he never wanted, but whom he can't help protecting.
Yet this love is a chain, a weight that he drags along and doesn't know how to carry.

So he hides it.

“Come on, hurry.” He growls, clenching his teeth slightly to erase these thoughts he refuses to face. He gently grabs Levi's wrist to pull him forward, as if to signify that he's calling the shots.

Levi says nothing, used to these abrupt gestures, and just follows silently, a gentle gleam in his eyes.

Armin, still excited, tugs at his omega father's hand.

“Daddy, Daddy, look! Balloons!”

Eren glances toward the stall where several colorful balloons are floating.

“You've already got a balloon, big boy.” He shakes his head, a little amused by Armin's passion for balloons.

“But... flying balloons!” Armin protests enthusiastically.

Levi leans toward his son, whispering softly that they'll see about that later.

Eren sighs, hands deep in his pockets.
His eyes instinctively return to Levi, who sketches a soothing smile, as if to convey that he has everything under control.

“You've got no choice but to say yes to him now. Otherwise, he'll turn into a monster.”

Levi lifts his head, surprised by his husband's lighter, almost teasing tone.

“He'll look like you, then.” His voice is low, and it's impossible to discern whether it's a joke or a sincere word.

“Shut your mouth, you're talking nonsense.” Eren laughed silently, amused despite himself.

But he says nothing else, leaving Levi to savor this rare complicity, however fleeting.

Armin starts fidgeting and wanting to run away, so Levi decides to pick him up and carry him. The little boy moans, spits at his father and even tries to bite his chin. Levi, visibly tired but still patient, sighs softly as he tries to calm his son down.

“Come on, stop it, kitty. It's not nice.” He murmurs, his voice trying to be firm.

Eren, walking beside them, withdraws his arm from Levi's shoulders with a jerk, annoyed by the agitation. Instead, he grabs his husband's sleeve, holding him as one would hold a dog so as not to lose him in the crowd.

“Stop bothering to wear him if he doesn't want to.”

Levi ignores the remark and diverts Armin's attention by stopping in front of a scented candle stand.

“Look, Armin! Do you want to help me choose?” Levi asks, in a playful tone.

The ploy works: Armin stops grumbling and sniffs the candles enthusiastically. Levi does the same, smiling slightly as he tests different scents.

After a few minutes, Armin proudly points to a cotton-sugar-scented candle, his chubby little fingers pointing insistently.

“That one, Daddy!”

Eren, who was watching the scene with an annoyed look, sighs deeply.

“Well, that's fine, take that one. We haven't got all day.”

He takes out his wallet, hands the money to the saleswoman and retrieves the bag containing the candle.

“Thank you, my love. That's really sweet.” Levi gives him a grateful smile, his eyes sparkling with gratitude.

“It's just a candle.” He shrugs.

They continue their walk, Levi still carrying Armin, who now seems calmer, though his thumb is firmly planted in his mouth.

As they make their way through the market aisles, Levi's attention is drawn to a stand a little way off, where a young woman is displaying small crystal animal figurines, obviously from the Swarovski brand. Sunlight plays on the carved surfaces, creating multicolored reflections that sparkle on the table.

“What are you doing?” Eren grumbles as he approaches, his hands in his pockets.

“Nothing...” Levi looks away like a child caught at fault. His lips pinch and he bites his cheek slightly, a sign that he's fighting the urge to ask something.

“Do you want to waste time here?” Eren asks, exasperated.

He knows his husband has a weakness for these useless objects. Levi even has a small collection at home, made up entirely of pieces Eren has given him, because he has no other choice. Levi has no job, and his omega status has limited him to receiving state aid, a derisory income barely enough to buy groceries.
So these figurines were financed by Eren.

Levi knows this, and Eren often reminds him: « Do you think you could afford all that on your own? » Eren sometimes teases, his tone mocking. « Good thing I'm here, huh? »

And each time, Levi bows his head, unable to answer. He never dared say how much these remarks hurt him, how much they remind him of a reality he hates.

But despite these jabs, he cherishes each figurine. Not for what they represent financially, but because they are the few things he can call his own.
They are a fragment of sweetness in an often harsh life, and Levi takes care to store them meticulously in the display case, behind a glass door that he locks to prevent Armin from breaking them.

Eren, for his part, sees these trinkets as accessories of no practical value. Yet he's well aware of Levi's attachment to them, and plays with them.
Sometimes, when he wants to assert his authority or simply annoy his husband, he threatens to go after the collection and break them all.

Eren never really intended to break the figurines. That would be stupid.
For one thing, he paid for them, and has no desire to throw money around.
But above all, there's that damned look Levi gives him at every threat, frightened and almost tearful, as if the idea of seeing a single one of those little sculptures blown to smithereens could really break him.

And every time, Eren feels this pang of guilt, not understanding how something as trivial as crystal trinkets could elicit such a reaction from his husband.

That's why he never goes through with it. He's content to play with the threat, but never seriously.
He could break a lot of things from Levi, but not that.
It's ridiculous, but Eren doesn't want to be the one to destroy these moments of simple happiness. Not completely.

“No, I was just looking...” Levi answers softly, almost to himself. “Just... I don't have the frog in my collection. It doesn't sell in stores anymore, it's rare...” He murmurs shyly, glancing at a small green frog with emerald highlights, displayed on the shelf.

Eren follows his gaze and notices that the figurine is sold at an exorbitant price: 175 dollars, despite its second-hand status.

He sneers, shaking his head scornfully.

“175 bucks for a second-hand thing that's just going to collect dust in your window? Don't dream, Levi.”

The saleswoman, clearly uncomfortable, avoids meeting his gaze. Levi, for his part, freezes for a second, before turning away, his son still against him.

“Yes, you're right. It's okay...” He tries to hide his disappointment, but his little pout betrays his thoughts.

But Eren notices the slight trembling of his hands, that hesitation Levi has when he wants something but knows he can't have it.

And it annoys him as much as it endears him.
Levi never asks for anything. He just watches from a distance, hoping that Eren will understand, that he'll give in on his own.
And this, strangely enough, puts Eren in a situation he hates: the one where he feels bad about refusing something to his fragile omega.

Eren stands still for a moment, his gaze fixed on the crystal animals. A sigh escapes his lips.

Then he notices another figurine: a brown squirrel he doesn't remember seeing in Levi's collection.
He grits his teeth, annoyed by what he's about to do.

“What the fuck am I doing...” He mumbles before addressing the saleswoman. “I'll take two, and you give me a price.”

The young woman, intimidated, nods vigorously.

“Yes, of course! Two for 300 dollars?”

Eren shakes his head, annoyed by the process, but eager to get it over with.

“250 dollars. Put them in their boxes and a bag. Come on, hurry up.”

With trembling hands, the saleswoman carefully wraps the figurines, slipping them into a paper bag marked with the brand's logo. Eren takes out the tickets, holds them out without a word, then grabs the bag with controlled brusqueness.

As he joins Levi and Armin, he discreetly slips the bag into the inside pocket of his jacket. A strange sensation runs through him, a mixture of irritation and satisfaction.
He doesn't understand why he bothers with this kind of gesture, but he can't help anticipating Levi's reaction.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Levi raises a curious eyebrow at him, but says nothing, preferring to concentrate on their son, who's nibbling at the strings of his k-way.

Eren, meanwhile, grits his teeth, annoyed by his own weakness and the expectation of seeing Levi smile once the figurines are uncovered.

They finally finish their tour of the market. Eren finally gives in and buys a balloon in the shape of a cat's head for Armin.
The little boy stretches out his arms joyfully, and Eren holds him close as he watches the balloon sway in the air, waved from side to side by Armin's enthusiastic movements.
Levi, with an affectionate smile, tells their son to hold the ball tightly, and Eren, despite himself, feels a touch of happiness in this banal scene, surrounded by his little family.

But he refuses to admit this gentle warmth that grows inside him, as it does every time.

They arrive at the car and, once Levi's purchases have been stowed in the boot, Eren picks up Armin's football, and together the three head for the nearby park.
The little one is already frolicking about, and Eren follows at a shuffling pace, glancing at Levi who, all smiles, takes a photo of the scene, as if they were the perfect family.

Once there, Armin staggers happily towards the games. Eren, impatient, puts the ball on the ground, lifts his foot and kicks it. Armin, who seems to want to touch everything, moves from one activity to another, always on the move. They move away from the playground, towards a small area of freshly watered grass.
The weather makes the grass wet, but the ground is not too slippery.

Levi watches them from a bench, still taking photos.

“Hi Daddy!” Armin shouts, all smiles, and Eren sighs but can't help smiling back at seeing his son so happy.

“Hi, baby.” Levi blows him a kiss, his eyes full of tenderness.

Eren sighs, almost imperceptibly, and watches his son run around, dashing off to the games with an energy he can't keep up with.

The little one trots along for a moment, before jumping into Eren's excited arms.

“Daddy, ball with you!”

“I know, big boy.” He puts his foot on the ball and gives it a kick to roll it toward him. “You want to play soccer, don't you?”

“Yes! Foot! Foot!” Armin shouts, raising his arms and running towards the ball.

Eren shoots the ball and Armin has fun running to retrieve it, bringing it back to his father to throw again.
Somewhat amused, Eren shoots the ball harder and harder, until Armin runs all the way around the park, slowing down from exhaustion.

Then Eren takes one last shot, propelling the ball to the far end of the park. Armin, still excited, sets off in pursuit, his little legs trotting fast.

Eren watches distractedly, waiting for his son to return with the ball, but... he doesn't.
The seconds drag on.
Armin's joyful laughter, which echoed a moment ago, dies away, replaced by an ominous silence.

Eren frowns and turns his head slightly towards Levi, sitting on the bench nearby. As for Levi, he seems totally absorbed by his phone, probably sorting out or retouching the photos he'd taken earlier.
His face is calm, unaware that their son is no longer in their field of vision.

Without waiting, an adrenaline rush runs through Eren. He takes a deep breath, his heart beating faster by the second, and takes off running in the direction the ball had landed, not even taking the time to warn Levi.

His eyes frantically scan the surroundings, searching for Armin's small blond silhouette.

“Armin! Hey, Armin!” He shouts, his voice loud and strained, betraying his agitation. He rushes towards the groves, frantically searching with his eyes for his son's small silhouette.

He quickly crosses the lawn, avoids a group of walkers and looks behind every bush he comes across. No Armin.
Eren felt a cold sweat run down his back as horrible scenarios began to invade his mind.

Then, suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks.

Armin is there, crouched by a tuft of grass, but he's not alone.
Beside him, a little girl, dressed in pink overalls and a red polka-dot coat, chirps happily along with him.

Eren stands still, surprised.

She looks exactly the same age as Armin. Her blond hair is tied back in a scruffy chevale tail, framing a face that bears an uncanny resemblance to his son's. Their resemblance is striking, almost awe-inspiring.The only notable difference is the little girl's slightly straighter nose, where Armin has inherited Levi's.

“Historia! Look!” Armin exclaims, handing the little girl a small yellow flower.

“Me too! For you, Armin!” The little girl laughs in response, handing him a flower in return.

They exchange their finds with disarming naturalness, as if they've known each other all their lives.

Eren stands still, bewildered by the scene. Then his gaze shifts to a nearby bench, where a blond, blue-eyed man sits, watching the two children intently.
Eren shudders. The man, about his age, has a relaxed but watchful posture. He's dressed in a long black trench coat and a gray scarf.
His features seem strangely familiar.

For a moment, Eren feels as if he's wandered into a parallel world reserved for blonds with blue eyes.

He squints to get a better look at the man, but the latter, noticing his gaze, stands up and calmly approaches. He's tall, immense, taller than Eren and this man is undoubtedly an alpha.

“Don't worry.” The stranger says in a calm, composed voice as he reaches his height. “I was watching the children from a distance. I'm reassured that the little boy has found his father.”

Eren remains silent, his mind trapped in a confusion he can't dispel. This man, though a complete stranger, awakens in him a disturbing sensation of déjà-vu.
His brows furrow as he tries to put into words what he's feeling.

“Everything all right?” The man asks, tilting his head slightly.

Eren opens his mouth, but can't think of anything to say at first.

“Uh...yeah.”

The man sketches a reassuring smile.

“My daughter rarely makes friends.” He adds, glancing towards Historia, still laughing with Armin. “But she seems to have adopted your son. As if... as if they've known each other all their lives.”

“It's... weird.” He murmurs almost to himself. Then he straightens up. “We've got to go.” Eren shakes his head slightly.

The man nods, but before Eren can leave, he resumes, a warm smile on his face.

“I often come here with my daughter. I work nights, so I have no excuse not to drag her to the park. If you ever want company for your son...” He grabs his daughter, who tugs at her scrunchie to free her hair, sniffling softly all the while. He takes her in his arms with visible tenderness, and Eren looks away, uncomfortable without understanding why.

He nods mechanically, mumbles a vague « maybe » and turns on his heels, grasping Armin's hand without gentleness.

Relief hits Eren hard, but is immediately replaced by muted anger. He grabs his son by the hood of his coat and lifts him slightly to his feet.

“You're not leaving like this, do you understand?! You stay where I can see you. You're grounded, we're going home.” He pulls his son along on the way home.

“Historia is my friend!” Armin, surprised, stumbles slightly.

They join Levi, who watches them with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Before he can even ask a question, Eren almost assaults him.

“We're going home. He's done enough for today and I'm sick of it.”

Over Armin's protests, Levi takes him gently into his arms to calm him, rocking him lightly. “It's all right, sweetheart.” But frustrated Armin continues to whine, unable to understand why he has to leave his new friend.

“What happened?” Levi asks, looking bewildered.

Eren sighs and and abruptly sits down next to him, nudging him hard with his elbow.

“Your son, there, almost disappeared because Mister is looking at his damn pictures instead of watching him.”

“But you were with him... I thought-” Levi looks at Armin, then at Eren, a little taken aback.

"Shut the fucking up, it's your son, isn't it? He's running around, picking up crap, and you're being a photographer.” Eren runs a hand over his face, still under tension, before glancing at Armin. “And you, stop crying, it's over.”

Levi gently reaches out to caress Armin.

“Come here, sweetheart.” He whispers, cuddling the boy against him for comfort. He runs a soothing hand over his hair. “You gave Daddy a scare. But it's okay, everything's fine now.”

Eren looks away, crossing his arms with a sulky pout, but he can't help glancing at his son, who snuggles against Levi, sniffling softly.

“We're going home. Now.” A hint of guilt pierces through his annoyance, but he remains silent, his face closed.

They head for the car, Armin still in Levi's arms.
Once Armin is firmly ensconced in his car seat, his crying quickly subsides. He falls asleep almost immediately, his head tilted to one side, his gentle breathing filling the cabin. Eren, at the wheel, remains silent as he drives, his thoughts clouded by the strange scene he has just experienced.

“He had a good morning, you know? And so did I.” Levi tries to break the silence.

“You're the one who wanted to go out anyway.” He sighs. “But hey, at least it's over.” Eren, his eyes fixed on the road, replies in a detached voice.

Levi nods without answering, knowing that any attempt at conversation would risk making the atmosphere even heavier. They ride in silence for a few minutes, the air tense between them. Armin, now deeply asleep, is the only source of calm in the car.

“He's got himself a little girl friend.” He finally blurts out in a neutral tone, breaking the silence. “Besides, the two kids look exactly alike.”

Levi, who was arranging Armin's belt, raises his head in surprise.

“Really? You know, since he doesn't go to nursery, he rarely gets to see other kids. It makes me so happy that he's been able to make a friend.”

“Yeah. His dad said his daughter doesn't make many friends either.” Eren shrugs, staring at the road ahead.

Levi nods, touched by the coincidence.

“That's lovely. Do you know what her name is?”

“Historia. They seemed to get along well...exchanging flowers, those two. The other guy offered to come back one day so they could play together.”

“That's a great idea!” Levi exclaims, clearly delighted at the idea of breaking the monotony of his daily routine. “I could bring him tomorrow, while you're at work. Armin would finally get to spend time with a regular friend, it would do him so much good.”

“Out of the question.”

“Why?” Levi blinks, surprised.

“Because I refuse to let you go alone. That man is an alpha.”

Levi remains silent for a moment, trying to hide the annoyance rising inside him.

“Eren, he's a relative. And he looks married. Why are you reacting like this?”

“It doesn't matter.” His hands tighten on the steering wheel. “I don't want you making friends with an alpha, period. Now just try to contradict me one more time, and you get out of my car and walk home.”

Levi sighs softly and looks away, staring out the window at the scenery.

“Very well, my love. We'll go together, then.”

Eren nods, satisfied.

Arriving at the house, Eren gets out of the car and collects the bags while Levi, as usual, looks after Armin. He undresses him and accompanies him to the sofa, where the little one immediately lies down, tired from the morning.
Levi puts on a cartoon for him to relax a little while he busies himself preparing breakfast.

Eren enters the kitchen, leaning against the worktop with a detached look on his face. He observes his husband, who is busy in the kitchen, before slowly approaching him and handing him a small paper bag.

Levi takes it, surprised, and looks inside.

“What's this?” He asks as he opens the two Swarovski jewel cases. When he discovers the little crystal frog and the squirrel, he's speechless, stunned.

His eyes widen in surprise.

“You... You bought these for me? And two, too?” He murmurs, his heart racing.

Eren stands behind him, arms crossed, looking indifferent.

“It's nothing, anyway, I negotiated the price, I got them for 75 dollars each, so I took the two for 150. Two for the price of one.” Eren lies, refusing to admit that he just wanted to please his husband.

Levi, completely moved, holds the figurines close to his heart before jumping into Eren's arms.

“Thank you, Eren! I'm... I'm so happy.” He has tears in his eyes.

“Baby, stop or you'll make me regret it.” He says dryly. “Put that away and go make dinner. Then you put Armin to bed.” Eren gently pushes him away, as if not wanting to show the impact this reaction has on him.

Levi, unconcerned by Eren's coldness, still smiles, his eyes sparkling.

“If you like... we could also take a nap. A naughty nap...” Levi bites his lip sensuously, adding a little wink to his statement.

Eren shrugs, looking indifferent, but the idea seems to please him a little, even if he doesn't show it.

“Hm.” He sits down at the table, looking annoyed but somewhat pleased.

Levi smiles and begins to prepare the meal.

“Make something edible this time.” Eren tries to keep his cool and detached air, especially after the gift he gave Levi.

Although he knows he's pleased his husband, he doesn't want to admit that it's had any impact on him.
He forces himself to remain impassive, not wanting Levi to think that he has acted with tender or affectionate intentions, even though this is obviously the case.

Levi stands in front of the stove, carefully preparing the meal.
Homemade mashed potatoes fill the air with a comforting aroma, while he cuts the butcher's steaks into small pieces, browning them in the frying pan. Eren stands nearby, arms crossed, watching every gesture with a critical eye.

“Levi, you forgot to salt the water, didn't you?” His tone is as detached as ever, but full of reproach.

Levi, without looking up, nods discreetly, adding a pinch of salt to the pan.

“Sorry my love, I'll take care of it.” He continues to stir the mashed potatoes with calm concentration, trying not to let his husband's remarks disturb him.

“And the steaks, did you put enough oil in? Not that it's too dry.” Eren leans a little closer to the worktop, a skeptical look displayed on his face.

Levi nods, doesn't reply, and adjusts the steaks in the pan. The cooking of the meal progresses, under Eren's merciless gaze, who can't help commenting on every step. Yet, despite all this, Levi continues to work with obvious patience, concentrating on every movement with the same rigor as always.

Once the meal is ready, Levi clutches the plates and heads for the sofa to pick up Armin, still lying there with his tired look on his face. He lifts him gently, placing him in his high chair at the table, before settling down next to Eren.

The three begin to eat in an almost heavy silence. Eren, while eating appetizingly, can't help but make a few remarks, even though he's the first to ask for a second helping.

“What did you put in the mashed potatoes, Levi? It's too soft. There's too much butter. See how gooey it is?”

Levi looks at him, as calm as ever, but a slight twinge forms at the corner of his lips.

“I made it homemade, sweetheart. Would you like me to make you another one?” He answers simply, trying not to let the criticism affect him.

Eren shakes his head, but as he speaks, he hurries to finish his portion.

“No. That's fine.”

Armin, meanwhile, plays with his mashed potatoes, spreading them all over the place, while he crumbles the pieces of steak on his plate.

“Prrrrr...mashed poo.” He laughs at his own mess.

Eren, while continuing to eat, rolls his eyes.

“You've raised him wrong. It can't be.” But he can't help smiling at the scene, even if his criticism remains the same.

Once the meal is over, Levi clears the table and starts washing up. He takes Armin in his arms, rocking him gently, soothing him before the nap.

The little one, eyes half-closed, falls asleep peacefully against his father, soothed by the gentle, familiar gestures while Levi cleans the plates, concentrating on the dishes.

Eren slumps heavily onto the sofa, his head falling back slightly as he lets out an exasperated sigh. His eyes remain fixed on the TV screen, where Armin's cartoon is running on a loop, the bright colors and cartoonish voices of the characters scrolling by without him really paying attention.

He distractedly massages his temples, but his brain refuses to calm down. He thinks back to that man in the park, that stranger with a disturbing aura, whose features seemed strangely familiar. Why did this face, though never seen before, leave such a vivid imprint on his mind?
The man's gaze, his steady voice, his almost too calm smile...

Eren shakes his head as if to rid himself of them, annoyed at not being able to find a rational explanation.

But his thoughts slip, almost in spite of himself, to something else, his hand instinctively covering his mouth as his mind continues to wander.

He can't help thinking of Levi and that famous dirty nap, of what they might do if the damn dishes were already done and Armin was finally asleep.

He imagined Levi approaching him shyly, a smirk on his face, eyes downcast, as if embarrassed by what he'd promised earlier. Eren would pull him roughly by the wrist to sit astride him, his hands sliding immediately under his shirt, grazing the soft skin of his once milk-filled nipples.
Levi shuddered, cheeks flushed, his parted lips letting out an initial sigh.

« You wanted a dirty nap, didn't you? Then you'll show me how much you want it. »

Eren visualizes the scene with almost painful precision. Levi bending under his touch, his hesitant but determined fingers undoing his belt, his breathing already jerky with anticipation. Eren would grab him by the nape of the neck, forcing him to look into his eyes while whispering obscenities he knew would make him blush even more.

In his mind, things accelerated. Levi was now completely naked, his legs trembling around his waist, his breath coming in short gasps.
Eren would grab him by the hips, forcing him to move against him, to feel every inch of his growing desire. He'd hold him firmly, his fingers sinking into tender flesh, wringing a moan from him with each pressure.

Then, without warning, he'd flip him over, pinning him down on all fours on the couch. His little omega slut would barely struggle, his hands gripping the fabric to steady himself as Eren settled behind him, his gaze fixed on the view he never tired of admiring.

Eren imagines his hand crashing against Levi's pale ass, a sonorous slap echoing through the room. Levi would gasp, breathless, his back arching instinctively under the impact.

« You turned me on all morning, now you take responsibility. »

He'd penetrate him without delay, with a sharp, deep thrust, making him cry out in surprise. Levi would bite into the cushion to muffle his moans, but Eren, sadistic, would pull the cushion from his hands.

« I want to hear you, do you understand? None of that with me. »

The rhythm he imagines is brutal, unrestrained, Levi screaming his name, begging for his knot, his hands reaching out to try and steady himself, but Eren pushes him away each time, forcing him into complete submission.
He imagines his own grunts, his pleasure soaring as he feels Levi tense around him, his broken voice urging him not to stop.

Eren bites his lip, his body burning with impatience, on the verge of rising to put his fantasies into action. But the sound of a saucepan banging against the sink brings him back to reality.

He grunts in frustration, adjusting his erection, unable to bring down the tension pulsing throughout his body.

“Fuck, I'm gonna kick that bitch's ass.”

He hates this part of himself, this part that loves and desires his husband. It's a part of him he can't ignore, a need as primal as the air he breathes.

Eren closes his eyes for a moment, bracing himself for another confrontation with himself, but he knows he can't turn away from this desire.

Not today. Not now.

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Levi finishes washing the dishes, his deft movements guiding the plates under the water while gently rocking Armin on his hip.
The little boy, barely awake, chews his thumb, mumbling incomprehensible words, eyes half-closed.

“You want to sleep, don't you, love?” Levi murmurs, a slight smile on his lips as he strokes Armin's head. “Not yet, baby, we've got to finish this.”

“Not tired...” Armin challenges, still yawning.

Armin chirps softly, without strength, his blurred gaze searching his father's.

“You're tired, I know.” He says softly. “But Daddy has to finish cleaning up, and then we'll go to bed, okay?”

Armin makes a little noise and tries to keep his eyes open, his hands still clutching his thumb. Levi smiles tenderly, shaking his hips a little to better cradle him.

Just then, Eren enters the kitchen. He stands with his hands on his hips, an impassive expression on his face.

“Hurry up and put him to bed.” Eren orders sharply, holding his crotch tightly in a crude manner, as if to emphasize the urgency of his request. “And make it quick.”

Levi nods without thinking, his eyes shining with the simple idea of finally having Eren's attention, albeit a purely sexual one.
His physical desires would be satisfied, but the others, tenderness, affection, and cuddling after the deed, would remain a silent, unfulfilled need.
He smiled wryly, accepting his husband's invitation, even if post-coital affection never existed.

“I'll do it right away.” He's almost in more of a hurry to satisfy Eren's needs than to keep up the usual pace with Armin.

Once his dishes are done, he wipes his hands and carries his son to his room.

Levi gently undresses his son, removing his jeans to leave only his diaper and pastel yellow sweater. He places him on the bed so that he can sit up, his legs dangling in the air.

“Look at those tiny little feet.” He laughs as he removes his socks. He examines them for a moment before biting them gently, making an exaggerated grimace. “Oh my, that stinks! I thought it was cheese.”

Armin chirps, a barely visible smile on his lips as he still remains plunged into a state of half-sleep. Levi places him carefully in his bed, tucking him in gently while still playing with his little feet, rocking him in a moment of calm.

“Come on, sleep tight, kitty.” Levi murmurs against his feet, his tender gaze on his son, even as part of him longs for the attention he craves from Eren.

Behind him, he hears his husband moving, up to the doorframe.

Levi turns around, and Eren is already only in his boxer shorts. The sight of his half-naked husband briefly takes his breath away: his tanned, plump muscles, surrounded by a thin layer of fat, exude an imposing aura. His taut erection is perfectly visible beneath the fabric, framed by his thick, powerful thighs. A few loose strands fall from his bun onto his face.

“Are you moving?” Eren stares at him, his eyes hard, like those of a predator ready to strike.

Levi blushes, nods vigorously and hastens to obey. He pulls down the window blinds to plunge Armin's room into a soothing half-light.

“Armin, let's take off the diaper.” Eren approaches their son's bed, his deep voice breaking the stillness.

Levi doesn't have time to act before Eren lifts their sleeping son by the armpits, jerking him abruptly from his slumber.

“Darling, I-” Levi takes a step forward, but the icy stare Eren gives him freezes him.

Any attempt at negotiation is unthinkable.

“I said, let's take the diaper off.”

Eren places Armin gently on the ground. The poor kid, his legs wobbly with fatigue, wobbles and almost falls on his bottom. Levi grits his teeth, helpless, as Eren undoes the diaper under the boy's light cries, unable to understand what's happening.

The diaper lands in Levi's hands, and he barely catches it.

“Here. Armin, if you wet the bed, you'll be punished. Do you understand?” Eren addresses their son from an intimidating height.

The little boy whimpers, tears at the edge of his eyes, and takes refuge in Levi's legs, too exhausted for anything but a fit.

“My baby... Daddy's right.” Levi murmurs with a gentleness he can't fully feel. In any case, he has no choice. “You're a big boy, no more diapers. If your bed is clean when you wake up, Dad will make you cookies, okay?”

Eren rolls his eyes, exasperated by Levi's attempt at positive parenting.

“It's because he has a diaper that he lets himself go. Now he has no choice. Join me in the bedroom.” His voice deepens at the end, the intonation full of ulterior motives. “And hurry up. I've already got an idea for our nap.”

With that, Eren leaves the room, leaving behind the heavy tension and chaos he's created. Levi remained motionless for a moment, before sighing and retrieving a pair of underpants from the wardrobe.

But Armin, still upset and shaken by the scene, bursts into tears. His hiccups follow one another as he rubs his fists through his hair, visibly frustrated and overwhelmed.

“Come on, bunny.” Levi kneels down and opens his arms to welcome his son, who immediately clings to his shoulders. “Shall we lift his little legs? Or Daddy will eat them off you!”

“Nap with you and Dad...” Armin breathes hard, staring at Levi with his big oceans eyes.

“No, no... Daddy and I are taking a nap... an adult nap.” Levi looks away slightly, biting his lip to keep his need from showing.

Once the briefs are on, Armin starts squirming again, screaming louder with each passing moment. Levi, exhausted, takes him in his arms to try and soothe him.

“Naughty Daddy!” Armin's small hand hits Levi on the cheek with the clumsy force of a child, but the emotional impact is far more violent.

Levi's eyes widen, taken aback. The injustice hits him full force.

It was Eren who woke their son from his sleep. Eren who threatened him, shook him, deprived him of the gentleness a child deserves.
And yet it's Levi, again and again, who gets to play the villain.

Why is it him? Why the fuck is it him?

“Hey, no hitting Dad!” Levi gently grabs Armin's hand and leads him back to the bed. “You go to sleep, kitten. Daddy's giving you one last cuddle.” He hands him his red pacifier again, as if to encourage him to be quiet.

Armin sniffs, sulky, but lets himself be tucked in. Levi kisses him on the forehead, his heart heavy, before leaving the room. Behind him, his son's sobs continue to echo.

He quickly goes to the kitchen to throw away the diaper, and hurries to join his husband.

In their own bedroom, Eren is waiting for him. Imperturbable. Indifferent.

As always.

Levi gently closes the bedroom door behind him, his hands trembling slightly.
The dim light illuminates Eren's silhouette lying on the bed, nonchalantly propped up on one elbow.

“You took your time.” Eren grumbles, his voice hoarse, almost a growl. “Come here.”

Levi obeys, his eyes searching for a hint, a sign, a glimmer of gentleness.
But there was nothing. Just the coldness Eren so easily displays.
Levi steps forward slowly, his heart beating wildly.

“I had to calm Armin down.” He murmurs, not daring to contradict his husband.

“I don't care.” Eren sits on the edge of the bed, towering over Levi despite his position. “Take off your shirt. Now.”

Levi obeys without a word, grabbing the hem of his shirt to pull it up. He's so thin, he doesn't even need to unbutton it. Yet Eren has often told him he's too fat, ever since his pregnancy.
He shivers slightly as he feels Eren's gaze on his slim torso.
He hopes for a compliment, a word that would silence the anguish rumbling inside him, but Eren remains silent.

“Come closer.”

Levi moves forward again, placing himself between Eren's powerful thighs. The latter abruptly grabs him by the waist, his fingers digging into his skin. Levi lets out a little moan of surprise.

“You're hard already, aren't you?” Eren lets out a low, mocking laugh as his hand descends without gentleness between Levi's legs. “You're getting a hard-on just looking at me, it's pathetic.”

Levi blushes violently, but he remains motionless. He knows that defending himself would only make things worse. He looks down, his hands resting timidly on Eren's shoulders.

“Yes...it's because I love you.” He murmurs, hoping the words will break through his husband's shell.

“Yeah, I know.” Eren lets out a mocking sigh.

He pulls Levi unceremoniously onto his lap, tipping him backwards. Levi stifles a cry of surprise as Eren grabs his hips, adjusting them without gentleness.

“Undress.” He orders, his voice low and authoritative.

Levi obeys awkwardly, his trembling fingers untying the waistband of his pants before sliding them down his legs, along with his boxer shorts. They're already damp, and he feels the heat between his thighs increase under the intensity of Eren's gaze.

“You want this, don't you?” Eren slides a hand over Levi's already lubricated anus, his fingers toying with the sensitivity of the muscle. “You wet like a little bitch, even when I treat you like this.”

Levi moaned weakly, his face flushing with shame and arousal.

“Eren... Could we...do it gently? Please...”

“Gently?” Eren laughed, shaking his head. “No, you don't need gentle. You just want to be fucked, don't you?”

He pulls him back onto the bed, positioning himself on top of him. Levi, despite the brutality of Eren's gestures, is desperate for a more tender touch. He slides a trembling hand over Eren's cheek, hoping he'll stop, slow down.

But Eren ignores him.

His fingers penetrate Levi's hole without warning, stretching him carelessly, and Levi lets out a cry, torn between pain and pleasure.

“See?” Eren whispers against Levi's ear. “You're enjoying this. So stop asking me to be gentle. I won't be.”

Levi bites his lip to hold back a sob. Yet his body betrays him at every turn, his back arching to welcome Eren deeper.

“À quatre pates.” He slaps his thigh dryly.

“My love, I...” He searches for his words, hoping for something, anything. “Maybe we could... face to face this time? I want to see you...”

“Face to face? You're dreaming, baby. Stay that way.” Eren laughs coldly.

A sob rises in Levi's throat, but he stifles it. He knows insisting would only make things worse.

Levi bites his lip, his body reacting despite the harshness of Eren's words. He would have liked to feel those hands touching him tenderly, those fingers tracing caresses instead of taking possession.

When Eren jerks his cock between his husband's buttocks, Levi lets out a cry, torn between embarrassment and pleasure. The force of the blows moves him slightly forward on the bed, but Eren holds him in place with a firm grip.

“Eren...” He moans his name, desperate for more intimate contact.

“What? “Eren grunts as he continues to rub against his wet-drenched parting with a relentless rhythm. “You want to complain again?”

“No... I just want to... touch you...” Levi tries to reach out a hand behind him, but Eren grabs him by the wrist and tackles him again.

“You want to touch me?” Eren leans in a little more, his breath burning against the back of Levi's neck. “Then touch the sheet. Because that's all you'll get.”

Levi feels tears welling up in his eyes, but he swallows them back. With each stroke of his back, he hopes the intensity will give way to something gentler, that Eren will slow down, look at him, kiss him.

But it's clearly not happening.

“You like that, don't you?” Eren laughs, still holding back a groan.

“Yes.” Levi breathes, both sincere and broken.

He loves Eren, always has, even in this brutality. But what he desires more than anything is a tenderness that never comes.

“You're so wet.” Eren rubs his hard sex against Levi's hole, already wet and ready. “You should be ashamed.”

Levi lowers his head, biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly, lest Armin hear the commotion in their bedroom, and decides to barge in.

“You want me so bad, don't you? It pleases you to be my plaything.”

“I love you.” Levi tries again, the words barely audible, carried by a fragile hope.

“Stop it with that. It's not love you need. That's what you want.”

Without waiting, he fucks him with a hard, deep thrust. Levi lets out a cry, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, his back arching in spite of himself to better accommodate Eren.

“Can you feel it? I'm going to fill you like the omega you are.” Eren begins a merciless rhythm, his hips slamming against Levi's buttocks with every movement.

Levi gasps, hands gripping the sheets beneath him. His body reacts instinctively, his moans becoming more frequent, louder.

Yet his heart clenches. He wishes this moment were different, that Eren would look at him, touch him gently, give him more than a raw act of domination.

“Eren...” he moans between gasps. “Eren, please... look at me.”

“Why? You're fine the way you are.” Eren sighed as he accentuated his thrusts. “Submissive. Ready. Exactly where you should be.”

Levi feels his tears welling up, but he holds them back. He closes his eyes, concentrating on the sensations. Eren's every movement inside him makes him tremble, a mixture of humiliation and intense pleasure.

But he can't help speaking again.

“Eren... turn me over... please.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Still, Eren seems to be listening, his pace slowing slightly.

“I want to see you... feel your arms around me. Just this once.”

Eren stops, panting, eyes squinting. He seems to hesitate, but the tight heat around him, the sight of Levi trembling beneath him, let his desire take over.

“Fuck... You're pissing me off.” He almost shouts at his husband, before abruptly pulling back.

He grabs Levi by the waist and flips him over with a jerk, forcing him to lie on his back.
Levi looks up at him, his cheeks flushed, his breath short. His hands slide timidly over Eren's arms, seeking more intimate contact. Eren grunts but doesn't push him away.

“Are you happy now? There, you can see me. Now will you let me empty my balls in peace?” He aligns his hips so his cock pushes against Levi's hole.

Levi hiccups as Eren penetrates him again, this time as a missionary.

The position changes everything for Levi.

He can finally catch his husband's gaze, put his hands on his shoulders. Eren starts to move, still forcefully, but something in his rhythm becomes less brutal, more fluid.

“Haaan yes! Fuck, Eren!” Levi is now moaning shamelessly, eyes bright and flickering with pleasure.

In this position, his husband's cock stuffs his prostate with every movement.

Eren doesn't respond, but his hands settle on Levi's thighs to spread them further apart, his pelvis sinking deeper. Levi moans, his arms wrapping around Eren's neck to pull him closer.

“Sweetheart...this feels so good...I...Eren!” Levi repeats his name in a breath, his lips seeking Eren's.

Eren grunts, turning his head away slightly, but eventually gives in, placing a quick, almost impatient kiss on Levi's lips before focusing on his own pleasure.
Levi feels his heart racing, he's ready to cum, just for the kiss he's just received.

He's getting fucked by a huge alpha dick that's smashing into his prostate, but what does him the most good is that vulgar kiss he's been given.

Levi stands there in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires.
He feels Eren's warmth, the pressure of his body against his own, but deep down, he can't escape the feeling of emptiness, of being used, of being reduced to a mere object of desire.

Eren, for his part, feels no tenderness. His gaze is distant, almost inexpressive, as if he were elsewhere, consumed by the need to control and obtain what he desires. His body takes possession of Levi's with a hardness that is anything but tender.

As Eren's gestures become harder and harder, Levi loses himself in thought.

A persistent, bittersweet thought invades his mind: the idea of a child of his and Eren's own.

A child that would truly be theirs, one they'd made together, in a form of love or at least tenderness he'd never known. Levi finds himself dreaming of a little girl, a mixture of himself and Eren. He'd always dreamed of a girl.

Maybe she'd have his eyes, those eyes that carry so much suffering? Or his hair, as black as ink, smooth and silky? Or maybe Eren's complexion, smooth and swarthy? His upturned nose? Or his husband's hard, straight eyebrows, which never leave room for uncertainty?

He can't help thinking of Armin, the little boy he loves more than anything, but who, deep down, can't possibly be Eren's child. Levi is almost certain of it.
And yet, he loves him deeply, his child, whom he has carried and raised with all his heart.
But the idea of being able to give Eren a child of his own, a child who would carry on both their legacies, haunts him more than anything.

It's a secret dream, a fantasy he keeps to himself. He can only keep it to himself, anyway.
If Eren learns the truth, he'll seize the opportunity to get rid of his family, Levi is sure of it. He can't lose Eren.
He's been the man in his life since day one.

While Eren continues to dominate him, to ignore him, to treat him like a mere object, Levi clings to this thought: a child of their own.

Maybe one day. But he also knows that day will probably never come.

“Get me pregnant, Eren...” Levi's voice becomes almost a desperate whisper, a hoarse breath between his lips. “I... I want another child.”

Eren, meanwhile, responds in a grunt of pleasure, as if his words were merely a reflection of his desires.

“Yeah? You want me to squirt into your little bitch ass, and engorge you?” He took it even harder, his hands clenched on Levi's hips. “You're just an omega slut, you like that, don't you?”

Levi is almost in a trance, intense pain mixed with inevitable pleasure. He tries to keep calm, but he knows he's stuck in this cycle of always giving Eren what he wants, without receiving the slightest tenderness in return. His thoughts are drowned out by the pressure of the moment, as he feels his body tense under the imminent orgasm.

Everything inside him screams that this isn't what he wants, but he can't stop his body from reacting, again.

“You know what I'd like? For you to have that fucking milk coming out of your little nipples.” Eren fucks him faster and faster, directing his hand to one of them to pinch it violently between his thumb and forefinger. “That you breastfeed me, that you let me suckle your flat chest, for fuck's sake.” He pulls on it, as he pounds Levi.

“Yes! Yes, Eren, give me your sperm, reproduce me!” Levi knows full well that Eren doesn't want any children, and is just turned on by his alpha instincts.

In a few minutes, he'll reject Levi again.

Eren lets out a hoarse cry as he squeezes Levi's neck, his body tensing under the orgasm. It's a brutal act, with no gentleness, just a primal need for possession.

“You're fucking mine!” He grunts, his hands firmly anchored, his knot tightening and swelling, locking their connection in an almost animalistic way.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Eren, damn it!” Levi bites his lip, his moans sounding more like howls of despair. “Han, yeah! I'm gonna cum!”

Levi, with a cry of pleasure mixed with pain, gives in to the feeling. He knows he'll never get out of this spiral. He orgasms instantly, once his husband's knot is deeply embedded in his ass, pulsing against his prostate. His little cock spurts desperately in small, clear, watery streams, similar to clear piss, or very liquid semen.

Once the pleasure has passed, Eren straightens up, still knotted up in Levi. His gaze is cold, indifferent, as if the act had only been a means to satisfy his desire. He stares at him for a moment, and the tension is palpable.

“Are you still taking your contraceptive?” He asks, in a dry, authoritative tone, his icy gaze fixed on Levi.

Levi nods vigorously, but his gaze flees. He knows Eren will never give him credit. Insecurity sets in as Eren, implacable, leans over and rummages in the drawer for the pack of pills.

He counts them one by one, with painstaking precision, to check that there's been no misrepresentation by Levi.

“Good.” Eren's tone is flat, emotionless. “You take your pills well. But I'm warning you, another kid, you can forget it.” He lets out an annoyed sigh, as if tired of discussing this sort of thing. “I didn't even want Armin, even though I love him anyway. No other kid. Not now. Not ever.”

Levi feels every word like a slap in the face. He knows all this. All along, he knew this wasn't what Eren wanted. But to hear him say it so bluntly, so coldly, hurts. His eyes close, he hides behind a mask of resignation. He's already accepted this, and he's coming to terms with it.

Eren remains motionless above Levi, his body tense, a light sigh escaping his lips as he finally finishes ejaculating and emptying himself into his husband's ass. Levi savors the warmth of his semen filling him, thick and sticky against his anal walls.
Eren looks away, as if trying to avoid making too intimate contact. Levi, however, can't help but seek closeness. His fingers slide gently down Eren's arm, brushing against his skin, savoring the feeling of connection.

A shiver runs through his body as he feels his husband's knot deflate.

Levi, although his situation is far from ideal, is content with these caresses, almost as a sign of submission, of tender affection. It's the only way he can get close to him, even if it's never enough. His thoughts race for a moment.

He dreams of more: of real tenderness, of contact without the violence that always intrudes between them.

Eren, for his part, finally seems to relax a little, his muscles less tight. He lowers his gaze to Levi, as if finally coming to, a slight twinkle in his eyes.
A heavy silence settles between them, but this time it's no longer marked by anger.

“Are you feeling all right down there?” Eren grins, more mockingly than pleasantly, but for Levi, this small change is almost a relief.

The brutality of his gestures, the coldness of his words... it's all part of him, but seeing Eren relax, even a little, gives him a strange kind of calm.

Levi remains silent, his fingers still moving, caressing Eren's arm more gently. He'd like this moment to last, to avoid the icy distance that sets in as soon as Eren resumes his aloof demeanor.
But Levi has no right to ask that, not really. Not to a man like him, who's always treated him like a possession.

“So good... “ Levi murmurs, his voice soft but full of unspoken desire.

Eren raises an eyebrow, as if a little surprised by the remark. Then a wry sneer forms on his lips.

“That bad?”

“Yes...” Levi bites his lip, almost hesitant. “Could you hold me?”

The words hang in the air between them. Eren doesn't answer right away. He seems to be thinking, or maybe he just doesn't know what to say. But the very fact that he doesn't immediately push Levi away, that he doesn't have that usual reaction of disdain, is a sign that something has changed, if only a little.

Eren runs a hand through Levi's hair, his gaze anchored in his, looking hesitant.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, followed by small, plaintive moans.

Levi panics; he and his husband are still naked, and still knotted.

“Come on in, big boy.” Eren has no intention of separating from Levi.

Levi, trapped beneath him, immediately becomes nervous.

“Eren, we're... naked. And still knotted...” He whispers, panic evident in his voice.

Eren turns his face toward him, cold.

“Are you stupid or what? He's two, he doesn't understand anything. And it's natural to fuck. How did he come into this world without it?” He adjusts the blanket to cover the view of his big sex shoved up Levi's ass, but really isn't even trying to hide. “Come on Armin.”

Levi, though reluctant, does as his husband says. He can't refuse, anyway.
The door opens, and Armin enters, suckling his pacifier in the corner of his mouth and his plush clutched tightly to him. He staggers toward their bed, his eyes barely open.

Levi smiles softly, reaching for his son.

“My little cat, aren't you asleep?” He wants to cover him with cuddles, take him in his arms, but he's trapped under Eren and can't move.

“Armin sleep with daddy...” The little one stands by the bed, his big eyes wet, fidgeting in place.

“Do you want to sleep with us, baby?” Levi bites his lip, but continues to whisper to Armin in a soft voice.

Armin nods, his eyes still full of sleep.

“Didn't pee...” Armin whispers, his voice slightly broken with fatigue.

“That's good, Armin. But the point is to not pee when you're asleep. Come on, climb up there.” Eren said, tapping the mattress beside him.

Levi, still tenderly attentive, adjusts the blanket for Armin, trying to offer him some warmth despite the situation.

“There's my rabbit.” He helps him slide in beside them, even if it's an uncomfortable position.

Armin, pacifier still in mouth, snuggles against them, not really understanding the situation. Levi covers him gently so he doesn't get cold, his heart beating wildly.

“Honey, your hair.” Eren straightens slightly to remove Armin's hair, which falls over his eyes. “We'll cut it off soon.”

Levi says nothing, preferring to close his eyes and enjoy this moment when, for once, Eren seems less distant, even if his words are harsh.

Eren, finally, lets himself fall back against Levi, his arms still around him.

“I want to sleep too.” He sighs but relents, hugging his husband close. “Massage my shoulders.”

“Yes, my love.” Levi smiles, nods without another word.

He starts massaging Eren's shoulders, though he'd have liked a little restorative nap too. But that doesn't matter. He knows it's moments like this that count, even if Eren never shows it. And right now, all he wants is for Eren to be well.

Eren closes his eyes, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He doesn't need tender words, just this moment of tranquility, even if he'll never admit it.

Levi runs his hands gently over Eren's shoulders, his fingers gliding over the taut muscles he knows so well. He massages with application, taking care not to press too hard, dreading to break this rare moment of calm. Eren says nothing, his breath gradually slowing against his husband's skin, a sign that he is finally giving in to fatigue.

Beside them, Armin, snuggled under a blanket too big for him, suckles noisily at his pacifier. His regular, almost soothing noises fill the space with softness. Levi turns his head slightly to observe his son.
His teddy bear blanket is snuggled against his chest, and his heavy eyelids flutter, announcing imminent sleep. Just seeing the two of them there fills Levi with a happiness he daren't even dream of deserving.

He returns his attention to Eren, who has slumped a little further against him, his weight now fully relaxed. Eren's dark locks fall to his forehead, and Levi can't resist gently pushing them back.

Levi continues to massage him, even though his arms are beginning to tire. He knows this moment won't last. Tomorrow, or maybe even in an hour's time, Eren will be the same again: rough, distant, untouchable.
But here, in this bed shared with their son, Levi allows himself to hope. Just for a moment.

Armin lets out a little sigh in his sleep, drawing Levi's attention briefly. His heart squeezed with tenderness, he pulls the blanket a little tighter to cover his baby, while turning slightly to press a furtive kiss to Eren's hair. A tear escapes him, but he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand. No room for sadness. Just this fleeting, fragile but precious happiness.

Levi allows himself to savor every second, even though deep down he knows that these moments of serenity are rare and always too short.

Levi remains motionless, taking care not to move too fast so as not to wake Eren. At last, he feels Eren's knot slowly deflate.
Carefully, he slides under his husband's weight, making sure that Eren remains comfortable. As he withdraws, a tepid mixture of fluids slides onto the sheets, but Levi pays it no mind.

He'll clean it up later. It's not the first time, and certainly not the last: Eren ejaculates profusely during knots.

He puts on a pair of boxer shorts, which are already soaking up the cum dripping from his anus, a pair of grey jogging shorts and a white T-shirt, which he grabs from the wardrobe. Levi takes one last look at Eren and Armin, both deep in peaceful sleep. He takes advantage of this rare moment of calm to take care of the household chores.

He meticulously sweeps the floors of every room in their apartment, gathers the dirty laundry, and starts a washing machine. .

Everything's easier when Eren isn't awake to impose his burdensome presence.

As he finishes tidying up the kitchen, hesitant footsteps are heard behind him. Levi turns around and sees Armin, still half asleep, his blanket firmly pressed against him. A tender smile lights up Levi's face.

Without Eren, he can finally cuddle his child as he wishes.

He reaches over, takes Armin in his arms, and holds him gently close. The little boy buries his face in Levi's neck, and Levi takes the opportunity to place several light kisses on his blond hair. With Armin nestled in his arms, Levi busies himself in the kitchen.

“My big baby didn't wet the bed.” He lifts Armin to check that his underpants aren't stained with urine. “Then we'll make cookies.” He announces, his voice soft and cheerful.

Armin claps awkwardly, his enthusiasm palpable despite his fatigue.

The two have fun preparing the dough. Armin, focused, mixes the ingredients with application, while Levi adds a handful of chocolate chips. A few of them end up directly in their mouths, eliciting complicit laughter.
Levi savors this rare moment when he can be a tender, caring father without having to justify himself.

It's almost 4pm, and Eren still hasn't come downstairs. Levi is loading cookies into the preheated oven when Armin tugs on his sleeve.

“Daddy.” He says in his still sleepy voice. “Want to pee.”

Levi nods and leads him quietly to the potty in the bathroom.

“You can go, I'm here.” Levi removes his underwear and Armin sits down, his plush still clutched in one hand.

“Daddy, want to see Historia.”

“Historia, is that your friend?” Levi smiles gently, pretending to learn of the girl's existence.

Armin nods vigorously, a spark of pride in his eyes.

“She's just like me.” He adds, pointing to his blond hair and blue eyes.

“Oh, yeah?” Levi can't help but laugh softly.

Armin thinks for a moment.

“Historia's dad's like me too.”

“So he's blond and blue-eyed too?” Levi bursts out laughing, his amusement genuine.

“Historia's dad looks just like Daddy.”

Levi pauses for a moment, a little confused.

“Are you talking about me?” He asks softly, puzzled.

“No, Daddy Eren.” Armin vigorously shakes his head from left to right.

Levi, frowning, wonders.

“And how would a blond-haired, blue-eyed man look like Papa Eren, hm?”

But Armin doesn't seem to have a clear answer.

He simply shrugs, cheeks puffing out as he forces a little to finish his needs. Levi, amused in spite of himself, cleans him up carefully, discovering with surprise that his son just pooped.
Levi empties the pot into the toilet, and returns to his son to clean him up.

Again taking advantage of Eren's absence, Levi decides to bathe Armin.

He knows he'll have more freedom to pamper his son without his husband's strict supervision. Levi runs the water, adding a colored bath bomb that melts and releases a light fragrance. He settles Armin into the warm water and sits down beside the tub, a gentle smile on his lips as the little one begins to leaf through his bath book.

“We wash the hair well today, okay?” Levi murmurs, gently running a hand through Armin's blonde locks.

The little one nods, absorbed in the images in his book, while Levi carefully washes him, using a glove so as not to splash him too much. Armin babbles on about Historia again, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Tomorrow, garden with Historia!” He announces, raising his arms to show the extent of his enthusiasm.

Levi sighs slightly, his smile freezing a little. He so wishes he could grant this request, but he knows Eren wouldn't allow it.

“We can't, Armin.” Levi replies in a gentle but firm tone. “Dad's working all week, so we'll have to wait until next weekend.”

The little boy, not understanding the constraint, immediately begins to sulk. His lips tremble, and he flails his arms in the water, splashing Levi and the floor around the tub.

“No, I want tomorrow!” He insists, his face reddening in annoyance as he becomes increasingly agitated.

Levi, calmly, grabs Armin's hands to gently immobilize them.

“Armin, listen to me. I know you want to go to the park, but we can't, sweetheart. We'll go next Sunday, okay? And in the meantime, we can prepare something special for Historia.”

Armin continues to sniffle, but Levi's soothing attention begins to take effect. He wipes away the small tears beading on his cheeks, then looks away, sulky but resigned.

Levi finishes the bath, carefully washing every nook and cranny, while trying to distract his son with amusing anecdotes and tickling.

As Levi is rinsing his son, he hears the bathroom door open.
Eren enters, completely naked and shameless. Levi turns around and instantly blushes as he sees his husband's soft sex, dangling and rocking back and forth against his thick thighs as he approaches.

Armin, who seemed to have agreed to postpone his request, instantly regained his displeasure at the sight of his father.

“Daddy, want to go to the park! Tomorrow!” Armin groans, waving his arms insistently.

“That's a no. End of story.” Eren, brusquely, retorts without even looking at him, while urinating in the toilet.

Levi, sitting on his knees next to his son, observes the scene in silence, a ball in his stomach.

Since Armin's birth, he had never been able to convince Eren that their son needed to socialize with other children. Nursery had always been out of the question for him.

« Why pay someone else when you don't even work? No stranger will raise my son. »

Levi had devoted himself entirely to Armin's upbringing, but he could see the consequences of this isolation: in the park, their son played alone, imagining stories with pebbles, bits of wood, or simply sand.

For the first time, Armin had found a friend.
Levi wanted so much to allow him to maintain this bond, but he knew Eren wouldn't hear of it.

Taking a deep breath, Levi murmured softly, stroking Armin's shoulders.

“Eren... If you like, I could take him to the park myself. Just so he can play with Historia.”

Eren, still with his back to them, stops moving for a moment, before slowly turning away.

“Holy shit, what did I tell you before? Are you going to go and have a chat with his father while they're playing? You don't talk to any alpha. Or any man but me.” His piercing eyes plant themselves in Levi's, a cold glint running through them.

The accusatory tone makes Levi flinch.

“No, of course not. I won't even talk to him, I promise. I just want Armin to be able to play with his friend.” He shakes his head, straightening slightly.

“I don't want you going out alone, let alone whoring around in front of an alpha.” Eren shakes his sex vigorously to clean himself, and gives his husband an icy look.

Accustomed to this kind of insult, Levi doesn't even raise an eyebrow at him.

“Darling...don't talk nonsense. I just want Armin to have friends. At least one.”

Eren sighs and gives Levi an exasperated look, as if the latter's insistence is tiring him more than anything else. Then, after a moment's reflection, he gives in.

“We'll do it this way: tomorrow, I'll pick you up on my lunch break. You'll make me a sandwich, just the way I like it, and we'll go to the park.” Before Levi can reply, Eren adds, a finger raised to emphasize his seriousness. “And if that kid isn't there, or if there's a single whim, we'll come home immediately.”

At these words, Armin squeals with delight, waving his arms enthusiastically. He stretches out his little hands towards his father, begging for a hug. Eren, despite his closed face, grabs his wet son and hugs him against his bare chest, his expression a mixture of annoyance and ill-concealed tenderness.

Levi, for his part, watches the scene, a gentle warmth invading him.

He'd finally reached a compromise.

Maybe this would also be an opportunity for him to meet other parents, to see what even a tiny social life could be like.
What if the alpha with an omega mate? Let's hope it's a woman, because Eren won't let him talk to another man.

Levi watches in silence as Eren cuddles Armin, his thoughts wandering into dreams he dare not share.

A friend for himself. Just one friend.

This simple, almost childish wish haunts him. The idea of having someone to talk to, someone with whom to exchange something other than monotonous or tense discussions with Eren.

How long had it been since he'd had a real conversation with someone who understood him?

Eren, on the other hand, had never suffered from loneliness. He had plenty of friends who didn't hesitate to come and invade their home, laughing their heads off, drinking themselves into a stupor, and playing loudly at the console in the living room.
Levi, of course, remained in the shadows, at their service. He brought them beers, filled bowls with chips, cleaned glasses left on the coffee table. But he knew he couldn't go beyond this role.

Not to talk, not to smile, not to meet the eyes of Eren's friends.

He'd learned that lesson the hard way.

The bitter memory of that slap suddenly came back to him.

The physical pain was long gone, but the humiliation remained.
Eren hadn't put up with his « you're welcome » reply to one of his friends who'd thanked him for a bowl of chips. The next moment, Eren's hand had slammed against his cheek, in front of all his friends, and his gaze had been colder than ever. « I told you not to talk to them. » he'd whispered venomously, before returning to his games as if nothing had happened.
Levi had looked down in shame, promising himself never to break that rule again, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He could already imagine the things they could do with a friend.
Maybe go shopping? Choosing clothes for Armin or, why not, for themselves. Levi would love to have an honest opinion on an outfit he'd try on. Or they could simply drink coffee together, talk about anything and everything, laugh without fear.

Just talk.

This image is almost too beautiful, too far removed from his reality. But Levi can't help believing it, even a little. For a split second, he imagines a different version of himself: more fulfilled, with someone by his side, someone who understands him, who listens to him.

He doesn't need much. Just one friend. Just one.

Armin struggles slightly in Eren's arms, drawing Levi out of his thoughts. Eren rests him on the ground with a sigh, murmuring something to their son that makes the latter burst out laughing. Levi watched them, lips pursed, a hint of jealousy biting at his heart.

Eren had no idea what it felt like to be alone.

Levi, on the other hand, stood by and devoted himself to his family, day after day, never asking for anything in return.

Levi slowly straightened up and thanked Eren gratefully.

“Thank you, Eren.” His voice trembles with emotion.

Eren raises his eyebrows and looks at him intensely.

“A kiss to thank me.” Eren smirks slightly.

Levi, surprised by the request, hesitates for a moment, then, rushing to embrace him, gives him a quick kiss. He feels his heart racing, as if this simple gesture were a precious gift.

After that, Levi rushes to pick up Armin and dry him off, all the while feeling Eren's gaze weighing on him.

“You should really work out, Levi. You look like a belly on legs.” Eren scans him up and down, an air of judgment in his eyes.

Levi can't answer. His fingers tremble around the towel he still holds in his hands, but he says nothing. Because all he wants, all he needs, is some attention, however small. From this man who is slowly destroying him, but to whom he can't stop giving everything.

Levi feels his heart clench, even though he hears this remark almost every day.

“Yes, I'll do it... I just need to find some time.” He bows his head slightly, trying to hide his discomfort.

Eren shakes his head, dismissive. He doesn't understand, or doesn't want to.

“You've got all the time in the world. Don't exaggerate, Levi.” He doesn't seem to realize how hard and busy the life of a stay-at-home dad can be.

Levi remains silent, his fingers clenched around the fabric of the pants he's wearing.

“Yes, I will. “A light sigh escapes his lips.

Eren doesn't seem to perceive the tension rising in Levi.

“I'd like you to look like that omega from the porn film I showed you. You know, the super sexy one with the bulging little ass.” He glances at his companion, almost amused.

Levi freezes. He feels his heart stop for a moment, Eren's words echoing in his head.
Pain tightens his throat.
Eren's tone is dry, like an obvious statement. But for Levi, it's not just a remark.

It's poison. Because this other omega isn't him. This omega exists, and he's everything Levi will never be in Eren's eyes.

“I don't want to talk about this anymore, Eren.” He tries to hide the pain in his voice, but it's too present, too vivid.

“You know, it's going to be hard for you to be as hot as he is. He really is a beautiful omega.”

Levi looks away, the image of the omega torturing his mind. He hugs Armin, trying to concentrate on the warm, innocent little body he's holding against him. But the humiliation doesn't go away. He bites his lower lip, tears threatening to spill over.

This is too much for him. It's killing him. The mere fact that Eren compares him to someone else.

“I'm going to work out.” He whispers, almost inaudible. “I'm going to do everything I can to become desirable again.”

Eren doesn't even seem to catch the pain in his words, or worse, he chooses to ignore it.

“Baby, do you really think you can compete with him?” Eren's tone is crueler than he realizes.

Levi bows his head, a tear sliding down his cheek. The world around him becomes a blur. Armin, always cheerful, fidgets and plays with his little feet, oblivious to what's really going on.

Levi looks up, his voice broken with sadness.

“I don't want you looking at any more omegas.” Levi struggles to keep his voice from betraying his pain, but every word makes him suffer a little more.

Eren pauses, a heavy silence between them, before he turns abruptly, as if irritated by the question.

“I do what I want, Levi.” The coldness in his voice resonates like a punch.

It's brutal. It's merciless.

Levi struggles to hold back a sob. He wishes it would all stop, but the words escape him in spite of himself.

“Do you really find this omega more beautiful than me?” As soon as the words are out, he regrets them. He would have preferred to keep quiet. But it's too late, the pain is already there.

Eren stares at him, a moment that seems to last an eternity. He bites his lip, his eyes hard, almost cold.

“No. You're by far the most beautiful omega I've seen.” He pauses. “That was just in jest. You just need to lose a little belly.”

Levi feels a warmth rise up inside him, like a wave of embarrassment.

It's rare for Eren to compliment him, let alone so sincerely. But deep down, he knows these words are only about his looks, not who he really is.

“Then why do you watch adult videos? Me, I just need you.” His words are full of pain.

He's exhausted by this, by this constant need to prove he deserves Eren's attention.

“Just try to look porn without my permission, and I'll kill you.” Eren's tone is icy, but Levi knows this kind of threat well.

There's nothing in his voice but possession and domination. It's a promise without weight. Levi has no further reaction.

“It hurts me, Eren... to know you're looking at other omegas.”

“It's just when you're in heat, Levi. Calm down.” Eren bellows, annoyance visible in his eyes.

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, a tremor in his hands. He doesn't understand. Why is it so hard to see that he's important too, that he exists beyond this biological need of Eren's?

“What are you thinking, when you look at this?” His voice is broken, shy, full of pain. He almost whispers, looking only for an answer he's afraid to hear.

He looks away, heading for the dresser to look for a garment for Armin, an excuse not to face that look.

Eren stands there, a long moment of silence, then sighs, clearly embarrassed but unable to hold back.

“You.” He clicks his tongue, annoyed. But this time, he seems almost annoyed by his own response, as if even he can't handle what he's feeling.

Levi freezes. This answer, simple as it is, makes him waver.

Deep down, he knows that Eren's words are sincere, that he's not trying to manipulate him this time. They're true, and that gives him a relief he doesn't dare name.

A hesitant smile forms on his lips, a smile he struggles to suppress. The relief he feels is almost too strong to contain. He feels light, as if, for the first time in a long time, something in his life is falling back into place.

As if to change the subject, Eren gives his husband's ass a sharp slap.

“Come on, move it.” He exits the bathroom, adding nothing more.

Levi takes Armin in his arms, his heart beating faster, like a child who's just been comforted after a long fright. He tries hard to hide the emotion, but his smile widens, despite himself. He rushes to put on Armin's little beige sweater patterned with cat whiskers and matching pants, the baby chirping happily.

“Here you go, darling. Do you think Daddy looks handsome?” Levi asks, euphoric, and he covers Armin with kisses, his heart light, as if the world has just cleared up.

“Daddy pretty.” Armin holds out his arms, demanding his father's attention, and Levi takes him in his arms, his happiness reflected in every movement.

A laugh escapes him as he jumps his son into his arms, kissing him again, filled with pure love and gratitude for Eren, not even understanding how much he needed it.

Levi went to the kitchen, Armin in his arms, and discovered Eren, now dressed in a gray jogging suit, in flagrant gluttony, retrieving the cookies from the oven.

“Eh, eh, eh, my love!” Levi laughs, approaching Eren, who offers him an awkward smile. “What are you doing?”

“It smelled good. Take them out.” Eren replies as if nothing had happened, straightening up and settling down at the table.

Levi checks that they're cooked through, then takes them out and arranges them on a plate. Eren takes one, and it's this one that Armin decides to choose, holding out his little fists to his dad.

“Daddy, mine!” Armin flails in all directions, his eyes bright with anticipation.

“Nah.” Eren taunts the little blond, passing the cookie under his eyes before biting into it with a sharp bite, as Armin looks on in amazement. “Mine.”

Levi chuckles, amused by the scene, then deposits Armin in his high seat. The kid retrieves a cookie in his turn and also tries to taunt Eren, awkwardly waving his cake around, a little defiant grimace on his face.

“Is it good?” Levi looks at Eren, a smirk on his face, waiting for his permission to sit down next to him.

“Hmm. I prefer the white chocolate ones. But it's not bad like this.” Eren responds with a nod, indicating that he can sit next to him.

Levi doesn't wait a second longer, pulls up a chair next to his husband, and looks at him tenderly, a soft warmth spreading through his chest.

Armin nibbles on his cookie, crumbling it into a moist heap of drool.

“Good!” Armin smiles with all his little teeth, mouth still full.

“I'm glad then.” Levi replies, his voice full of affection, the moment simple but perfect.

Eren and Armin enjoy their snack, while Levi sits silently, not touching anything. There's silence for a moment, before Eren glances at his husband, looking quizzical.

“Why aren't you eating?” His voice is strangely soft.

Levi blushes, embarrassed, and looks down searching for his words.

“I... I have to watch my figure.” He murmurs, almost inaudible, his tone showing all the embarrassment he feels.

Eren stares at him for a moment, his eyes becoming a little more serious. A sigh escapes his lips, annoyed but also a little worried. He grabs a cookie from the plate and holds it out directly to Levi, without giving him time to protest.

“Eat up, baby.” His eyes are plunged into Levi's, a little softer this time. It's a simple request, but with an insistence that leaves no room for refusal.

“No, Eren... I...” Levi hesitates, his eyes fleeing Eren's, terrified of giving in.

But Eren doesn't back down. He reaches out, brutally forcing Levi's mouth open, and shoves the cookie into his mouth.
Levi, having no other choice, bites into it, eyes closed, avoiding meeting Eren's gaze.

“You're fine just the way you are.” Eren blows, without any particular emotion, as if it's an obvious statement he doesn't even need to justify.

Levi feels his heart racing in his chest. It's both a breath of fresh air and a strange pressure that makes him blush even more.

“Thanks...” Levi eats his cookie slowly, his heart throbbing in his chest.

The conversation continues, a little lighter now that the delicate subject has passed.

“We could put a cookie aside for your girlfriend, eh bunny?” Levi offers, since he's cooked for a whole regiment anyway.

“Yes!” Armin raises his dirty little fists in the air, fluttering crumbs in the air.

“Be careful, if she's not here tomorrow, Armin's going to blow a fuse again.” Eren retorts, his voice full of amused innuendo.

Levi nods, a shy smile forming on his lips.

“Yes, I'll be careful.” Levi rises slowly to fetch a tupperware from the cupboard, carefully placing a cookie inside. “Do you think this alpha would come accompanied by his wife?” His voice is hesitant.

“If he has a wife. He was alone last time.” Eren shrugs nonchalantly, looking a little distracted. “Why?”

“To... make a friend.” Levi bites the inside of his cheek, playing nervously with his fingers, an old habit that betrays his unease.

Eren looks at him distractedly, while untying Armin from his high seat.

“You don't need a friend. And you'd already need someone to put up with you other than me.” He straightens up, looking sarcastic. “But at least you'd have someone to talk dishes and rags with.”

Levi remains silent for a moment, swallowing hard.

Levi loves so many things: reading, the little crystal figurines Eren carefully gives him, coloring in his drawing books, even gymnastics, despite Eren's prohibition. But in his husband's mind, Levi is reduced to the role of stay-at-home dad, a mere household slave at his disposal.

He'd like to tell him that he's more than just that, that he's more than just housework or daily chores. But he knows it would be pointless, that all he'd do would be to be met with Eren's indifference.

So he simply turns his back to put away the cookie he's just set aside, hoping in his heart of hearts that this simple action might bring him some comfort, even though deep down he knows that's not what he's really looking for.

Levi loves his family, more than anything else in the world, but sometimes he wonders if there really is a place for him in this little world, other than a simple role to play.

“Come on, kid, let's have a few laughs.” Eren takes Armin in his arms, all smiles. He walks over to the TV and presses a button on the remote. The music starts up, from “Baby Shark.”

Armin, all excited, starts to wiggle awkwardly, waving his arms and shaking his little body like crazy, eyes shining with joy. Eren bursts out laughing and sets his son down on the floor, unable to hold back his amusement.

“Look at him!” He laughs out loud, watching Armin's imprecise movements.

“He dances just like you.” Levi watches the scene with a smile that grows wider with each burst of Eren's laughter.

“Ah, stop it, I dance better than that.”

“Shark! Shark!” Armin waves his little hands in all directions, his body still too small to really coordinate his movements. He sways his hips from side to side, his feet tapping to the beat of the music, his arms flapping in the air as if he's trying to catch invisible clouds.

Eren joins in, accompanying him in his clumsy dance. He makes exaggerated gestures, his hands beating the air theatrically, his feet moving almost comically. He stumbles slightly, plays up the surprise and straightens up, taking his head as if he'd taken a false step, all the while bursting out laughing.
His gaze falls on Armin before he leans a little lower and shakes his hips from side to side with even more conviction, imitating Armin's movements with such exaggeration that it becomes even more ridiculous.

Levi, watching his little family, feels a gentle warmth spread through his heart.

A little to the side, Levi discreetly takes two more cookies and adds them to the box, for the girl's parents.
He feels a little like a child, awkward, trying to find his place in this world so harsh and unfair to him.

A shy smile spreads across his face as he puts the box away.

He watches his two men enjoying themselves, his heart filled with a strange feeling of calm and hope.

Maybe tomorrow everything will change.

If Historia and his parents are here tomorrow, maybe he'll finally be able to find his place, and maybe he won't be alone in this world.

Chapter Text

Eren stares at the time on his screen.

11h50.

Ten minutes to go.

He sighs, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on the desk. He rests his gaze on the Excel file in front of him, but it no longer makes sense. He could be enjoying a leisurely lunch break, and instead he's got to pick up Levi and Armin.

He sighs and runs his hands through his perfectly plated bun, then crosses his arms over his tidy desk.

His light blue shirt is tailored, his black pants impeccable, and his shoes shiny. Levi ironed and prepared everything the night before, as always. Even his clothes still smell of that over-scented, almost sickening lye.

Eren brushes his fingertip, as if out of habit, against the framed photo in the corner of his desk. A picture of his « perfect little family », as his colleagues call it, taken almost two years ago. Levi, resting on his knees, holding their sons close.

Armin was tiny and still quite fragile. A cliché family photo that should have made him proud. But every time he looked at it, a fucking mix came back. Anger, regret. And, somewhere, something softer he doesn't like to analyze too much.

“So, model dad, ready to rush out and pick up your brat?”

Eren gasps slightly, drawn from his thoughts by Mike, who has just barged in with his cup of coffee in hand. The burning smell wafts between them, overpowering. Mike, true to form, smiles with that mocking air that makes him want to slap him.

“Almost.” Eren replies, closing his file for good. “I'm going to get Levi and Armin to go to the park.”

Mike chuckles, setting his mug on the edge of the nearby desk.

“Dude, seriously, you've got the life every alphas dreams of having. A clean house, a sexy, obedient omega, an adorable kid. What the fuck are you still doing here? If I were you, I'd be here all day.” Mike pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. “Male omegas don't have pussy, do they? They wet their asses?”

“Yeah, except it's not that simple.” Eren raises an eyebrow, clearly annoyed, not even picking up on his colleague's last remark.

Eren only likes to talk about Levi, to criticize him.

“Not simple? Levi's not boring, is he?” Mike asks with that air of false interest that makes him want to answer even more curtly.

“No.” His voice is flat. “It's not that.”

“Then what? You mean having a perfect omega doesn't make you happy? Dude, seriously, when you get home from work, you've got a cute kid waiting for you, and a guy who's there to drain your balls... well, you know what. You want more?”

“You've never lived with an omega, have you?” Eren purses his lips, his anger slowly rising.

Mike bursts out laughing, taking a sip of his coffee.

“No, but frankly, I wouldn't say no. Give me your little family, I'd enjoy it if I were you. Especially your husband... Male omegas are so rare...”

Eren froze instantly. His eyes harden and a burning irritation climbs inside him, though his face remains impassive.

“Excuse me?” His voice is icy, cutting. “You want to bang my omega, is that what you're implying right now?”

Mike lets out a small smirk, as if he found it amusing.

“No... No, I'm not saying that. But it must be nice to have an omega to make the coffee or iron your clothes, right?”

Eren's gaze becomes more piercing, almost threatening. He clenches the pen in his hand, his fingers white with tension. He glances at the photo on his desk.

In the photo, Levi is wearing a thin shirt, the fabric light, almost transparent, revealing his slightly swollen nipples, the remnants of breastfeeding. Eren has no doubt about Mike's gaze on his omega. He caught him on several occasions, his eyes trailing over this photo, more precisely over Levi's torso. Mike watched insistently, his pupils following the contours visible under the shirt, until he looked away, embarrassed to have been caught red-handed.

“You're full of shit, Mike. You obviously don't know anything about it.”

Mike shrugs casually, his gaze sliding once more over the photo. Eren notices immediately, his jaws tightening.

What a son of a bitch.

“Okay, man. Just kidding.” Mike picks up his cup again, not even paying attention to the changed atmosphere. “But hey, noon's coming up, go get your posse. Good luck with the yelling and tantrums, huh.”

“Yeah.”

Eren grabs his coat and car keys. Without a word, he strides out of his office, his jaws clenched. Once in the parking lot, he spots his sports car, climbs in, inserts the key and starts up. The roar of the engine elicits a sigh, a rare moment of satisfaction in a day that's already getting on his nerves.

He takes out his phone, dials Levi's number and waits, staring straight ahead.

The dial tone barely rings before Levi picks up.

“Yes, my love?”

“I'm off. You'd better be ready when I get there.”

“Yes, I've almost finished packing Armin's things.” Levi replies calmly.

In the background, an enthusiastic babble rises, followed by a small laugh from Levi.

“Armin wants to talk to you. Hold on.”

“What? No, Levi-” But already, the phone is passing through tiny hands.

“Daaaaddy ! Daaaddy !” Armin exclaims excitedly, but his words blur into a jumble of incomprehensible syllables.

“Yes, yes, Daddy's coming, darling.” Eren sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Park, wi'th Historia and, and s'ack.”

Eren understands nothing of his gibberish.

“Armin... do you have your pacifier in your mouth?” He squints and tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

“Yes!”

Eren lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Then I don't talk to babies who still have pacifiers. Pass the phone to your father.”

There's a faint sound of protest before Levi resumes the conversation.

“He was just happy to hear from you, sweetheart...” Levi keeps his tone soothing. "He said that he had a snack for the park."

“Yeah, yeah.” Eren remains impassive.

“Is there anything in particular you'd like me to pick up? I can get you a-”

“Baby, it's okay. Just do what I told you.” His voice is dry, almost cutting.

Levi remains silent for a second, but before he can respond, Eren continues.

“Okay, I'm coming. Be ready.” He hangs up abruptly.

He tosses the phone onto the passenger seat with an annoyed gesture, turns on the radio, and scrolls through the stations until he comes upon a rhythmic song that he cranks up all the way.

Eren presses down on the gas pedal, the music drowning out the roar of the engine. He distractedly hums a few lyrics, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel, but his driving remains dangerously nervous. He zigzags between cars, unscrupulously overtaking, and honks at the slower ones.

As he approaches his street, he abruptly cuts the music, grips the steering wheel and slams on the brakes in front of the house. The tires squeal slightly before he quickly pulls into his driveway. He leaves the keys in the ignition, and unconsciously turns on the heater to make the car comfortable for his family.

He gets out of the car and rushes to the front door, opening it suddenly.

His heart misses a beat.

Levi is there, standing in front of him, beautifully dressed. He's wearing a pale blue cotton shirt, sleeves neatly rolled up, his favorite light-gray wool scarf perfectly fitted around his neck. His black pants emphasize the slenderness of his legs, and he wears a perfectly tailored black wool jacket, which stops just above his hips.

Eren also notices the black leather boots Levi loves, the ones he gave him for his birthday.

His hair is impeccably styled. Part of it falls softly over his face, lightly concealing his eyes, while on the other side, his lock is tucked neatly behind his ear.
Her lips are smooth, slightly glossy, as if a tinted lip balm had been applied.

“What the hell?” Eren's voice rumbles, harsh and cold. Levi immediately blushes, and this reaction of embarrassment makes him even angrier.

Why is Levi reacting like this, like a kid caught at fault?

Eren rushes over to him, grabbing his arm with a little too much force.

“Your hair? Your lips?” The question drops, merciless.

Levi, visibly uncomfortable but also a little pleased to have attracted attention, looks down, embarrassed. He bites his lower lip, a tic that betrays his anxiety.

“Did you... did you notice?” Levi speaks lower, his voice trembling but marked by a hint of satisfaction, as if, deep down, he hoped his effort to make himself desirable had been noticed. His eyes seek Eren's, but the latter looks away, stung by a jealousy he's trying to repress.

“Who did you make yourself look good for?” The question escapes Eren's mouth, bitter and possessive.

Levi looks down, even more embarrassed, but also a little disappointed that he didn't get the reaction he was hoping for.

“It's for you... So you won't be ashamed to introduce me to that man in the park, especially if he's accompanied by his wife.” He speaks slowly, as if to justify his behavior.

“Put on a coat that hides your ass, dammit.” Eren spits out the words, furious. He shoves him violently toward the coat rack, his irritation palpable.

But before he can turn away, he feels a small arm wrap around his leg. He looks down and sees Armin, all smiles, his eyes shining with curiosity, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Eren mechanically bends down and takes Armin in his arms, hugging him tightly, while still casting an annoyed glance towards Levi.

Armin fidgets in his arms, his pacifier in his mouth.

“You're not going out with that.” Eren firmly removes the pacifier.

“Hmpff!” Armin gets angry, pulling his head back to stop his father from taking the pacifier away, but Eren has more strength, and with a « pop » of sound, the pacifier comes out. “Daddy!” The little one instantly starts to shriek.

“Wait... honey, Armin just woke up from a nap. He had an early lunch, so he took a staggered nap.” Levi tries to calm the situation.

But Eren's reaction isn't long in coming.

“Shut up and get changed.” His tone is dry, with no room for discussion, and his gaze, cast harshly at Levi, suggests that this is non-negotiable.

Levi nods and removes his black jacket, replacing it with his long coat. He seems disappointed to have to give up his neat outfit, but silently complies with Eren's request.

“What? You're not happy because you can't be a bitch in front of another alpha?” Eren immediately accuses him.

“Eren!” Levi turns around, obviously offended that his husband would use vulgarities in front of their child, but he's used to insults. “Of course not... I just wanted to please you.”

“If you want to please me, you diet, wear fishnet stockings and dance like a slut in front of me.” Eren readjusts his crotch unceremoniously. “Just like you did when you were in the early stages of pregnancy. When we still had the pole dance bar in the bedroom.”

“Honey... watch your language in front of Armin... please.” Levi closes his jacket, his face flushed.

Eren shrugs and sets Armin back down on the floor, the little one still shrieking after his father takes away his pacifier. He grows impatient and looks at the time on his phone.

“Fuck, it's already 12:20. I've got a meeting at 1:30, dammit.”

Levi, now dressed in his simpler coat, takes Eren's isothermal bag in which he's prepared his lunch, then also takes Armin's small bag. He walks over to his son, who seems increasingly agitated, and hugs him, trying to console him.

“Have you got everything you need, kitty?” Levi asks in a soft voice.

“Want my slime...” Armin shakes his head, looking annoyed.

Levi hesitates for a moment, glancing at Eren, then shakes his head in refusal.

“No, you can't. Otherwise, we'll get it dirty and have to throw it away.”

Armin, his eyes quite round, lets out a frustrated cry and starts writhing in Levi's arms. His crying redoubles, and he looks ready to throw another fit. Levi cradles him, but this does nothing to calm the situation.

Eren, increasingly annoyed, stamps his foot and growls.

“Give him his slime and get the fuck moving.”

Eren's tone is dry and authoritative, the annoyance evident in his voice. He doesn't have the patience to play anymore, especially with the clock ticking and his tight schedule.

Levi, though visibly unsettled by Armin's agitation, resigns himself and looks tenderly at the little boy.

“Well, bah, okay, you can have it.” He holds out the little box on the table containing the slime and hands it to Armin, who immediately stops crying and takes the object with a satisfied smile.

The little one is already opening the box and kneading the paste with amusement, getting his fingers full of it, still sniffling.

“Baby, what do we say?” Levi kneels down and zips Armin's jacket up to his chin.

“Thank you...”

Levi hugs him, relieved to see calm returning, but a hint of disappointment shines in his eyes. He looks at Eren, who still seems in a hurry.

Eren looks at the small box Levi is holding, which must surely contain the cookies. But there are obviously too many for the size of a young girl.

“Why so many cookies?”

Levi lowers his head, blushing.

"For Historia...and-"

"And no one. Leave this here." Levi should only cook for his family, not to make the bootlicker with strangers.

Levi doesn't even try to contradict him and leaves the box on the dining table.

“There. Can we go now, my love? We're ready.”

Eren stares at him for a moment before sighing.

“Yeah.”

The little family gets out, and Armin chirps happily, talking about Historia. Levi carries Armin, before installing him in his car seat. Armin struggles as usual, his little hands trying to escape the constraint of the harness. Patient Levi tries to calm him down, murmuring reassuring words.

Eren climbs into the driver's seat and sighs deeply.

Fuck, he should never have suggested that. To think he could have taken a quiet nap in his office chair, with no one to bust his balls. He taps his fingers against the steering wheel in annoyance, staring at the horizon.

Levi sits down next to him in the passenger seat, all happy.

Eren sees this, and it pisses him off. Levi is there, relaxed and happy, as if he had everything he wanted. It's Levi who's satisfied with the situation, not him. Eren wonders how he's going to ruin this moment to regain control.

He grits his teeth a little, releases the handbrake, and starts to roll. Armin shouts from the back, excited as ever, shaking his fists in all directions, totally indifferent to the palpable tension between his two parents.

“Are you happy, my love?” Levi turns to grab his son's flying feet, and pretends to take off his shoes. “Ah, I steal little boys' shoes!”

“No, mine! Mine!” Armin laughs, his drool and snot running everywhere from the excitement.

Eren glances quickly at Levi, who seems so happy.

It bothers him, really.

“So, what have you got for me to eat?” Eren asks, his gaze planted on the road.

Levi turns back to him, clearly delighted to share.

“You'll be pleased, sweetheart.” Levi smiles, looking proud of himself. “I did as you asked. A ham sandwich, some fruit, and a bit of salad.”

Eren grimaces slightly, knowing full well that this is exactly what he'd asked for, but it still doesn't please him. He complains anyway, for the sake of principle.

“It's a piece of shit. I said that yesterday. You should have guessed that after work, I'd have wanted a hot meal.”

Levi looks at him, a little surprised by the remark, but keeps his composure.

“Honey... sorry, I thought it would please you...”

There. Levi's smile disappears.

Seeing Levi break down, even just a little, gives him a kind of relief. Control. He likes it, in a twisted, sickly way.

Yet he doesn't want to be the one to cause Levi pain. And yet, he can't stop himself from doing it.

Why the hell is he doing this?

Armin, for his part, continues to babble, waving his arms and smiling at every movement. He's so excited he looks ready to explode with joy.

“Look daddy, Historia!” Armin shouts her name whenever he sees someone through the window, even though it's obviously not the girl.

Eren notices Levi pouting, his lips slightly pursed and an air of sadness slowly settling over his face. It touches him, but it also irritates him. He knows he's the cause of this unease.

He's the one who's broken this moment of tranquility, the one who's spoiled Levi's enthusiasm with his remark.

And now he sees him there, small and broken, and it's driving him crazy. He hates seeing him like this, but, at the same time, he needs it. He needs that power over him, needs to be reminded who's in charge.

But at what cost? Because now he feels guilty, and that guilt is eating away at him. Why the hell does he feel this way, huh?

So, in his own way, Eren tries to get the conversation going again.

“Did you put pickles in the sandwich?” Eren knows full well that Levi added them, but he's looking for an excuse to congratulate him.

Levi slowly raises his head, surprised by the gentleness in Eren's voice.

“I... yes. You like it, don't you?” He asks, a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Eren nods, his tone almost casual.

“Yeah, baby.” He turns slightly toward him. “Well, it's not that bad, then.”

Levi, so happy that Eren is finally talking to him, instantly forgets his discomfort. A small smile lights up his face, and his sadness dissipates in the blink of an eye.

“Okay, I'm glad.” He settles better in his seat, as if everything has returned to normal. “I can't wait to get to the park and see Armin having fun with a friend.”

“I especially hope the kid's there, otherwise we're going to shit with Armin.” Eren replies sincerely.

“Dad!” Armin points to the window, excited. “Historia!” He babbles happily, cutting through the tension, waving his arms in all directions.

“Yes, big boy, we're going to see Historia.” Eren glares at him in the rearview mirror. “All good, eh?” He forces himself to smile, but his heart is elsewhere.

“Yes!” Armin replies with a laugh, completely oblivious to the dynamic between his parents.

“Thanks, Eren.” Levi leans toward his husband, then places a discreet, grateful kiss on his cheek. “For doing this for Armin.”

Eren looks at him, a hint of bitterness in his eyes, his heart beating a little faster.

This is his power over his husband.

Levi steps aside for him, all the time, and Eren, paradoxically, feels both relieved and guilty.

He wants him to be happy, but not too happy. He likes this control he exerts over him, but he hates this guilt that accompanies him every time he does too much.

“Yeah.” Eren pretends to wipe his cheek, as if he hadn't just enjoyed his husband's gentle kiss. “Okay, we're on our way.”

Eren pulls gently into the parking lot, turning off the engine with a nonchalant gesture. Levi gets out without waiting, eager to take care of Armin. Opening the back door, he leans toward their son, who's already fidgeting excitedly in his seat.

“We're here, sweetheart.” Levi murmurs as he unties the straps. “Oulala, you've drooled all over the place!” He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and dries his boy's mouth.

Armin, eyes shining, waves his little arms frantically.

“Park! Park! Historia!” He shouts, unable to contain his enthusiasm.

Eren, still seated behind the wheel, can't help watching them. There's something disarming about the scene: Levi, focused but gentle, his gestures precise, framed by his ebony locks gleaming in the winter sunlight, and Armin, so full of life, his laughter echoing in the cabin.

A furtive smile forms on Eren's lips. Despite the bitterness sticking to his heart, he can't help but find his little family terribly endearing. His handsome omega, so delicate in his gestures, and his son, bursting with energy... His treasures, whom he loves as much as they annoy him.

Once untied, Armin leaps awkwardly out of the seat. Levi catches him just before he stumbles and sets him down carefully. The little boy staggers on his little legs and rushes over to Eren.

“Daddy! Me no diaper!” He declares proudly, raising his arms to his father.

Eren gets out of the car, closing the door with a confident gesture, and kneels in front of Armin. He places a firm but tender hand on his son's head, a proud smile on his lips.

“Good boy. You're a real champion.” His deep voice is softened by a rare warmth.

Armin bursts out laughing, delighted, before giving him a look shining with pride. Eren looks up at Levi, who watches them in silence, his expression gentle.

Levi turns away to grab the bags from the back of the vehicle, but before he can lift them, Eren steps forward and takes them without a word.

“I'll take care of it.”

Levi looks up at him, surprised, and blushes slightly.

“Thanks...” He murmurs shyly, unable to hide the effect Eren still has on him, even after all this time.

Eren's simple tone hides his satisfaction. He still likes to provoke those blushes in his omega, an effect that, even after years, touches him more than he'd care to admit.

Armin gambols happily along in front of them, his little legs working with all the energy of his age. Sometimes he stops to pick up a stick or examine a dead leaf, but he always remains in their line of sight, under Levi's watchful gaze.

Eren inhales deeply, letting the cool winter air fill his lungs. He slows his pace, slips an arm around Levi's shoulders, and pulls him gently against him. Levi, surprised by this tender gesture, can't contain the radiant smile that lights up his face. His heart beats faster. It's rare for Eren to show this kind of affection in public, but every time he does, it feels like a precious gift.

Levi, enjoying the moment, leans lightly against him and murmurs softly.

“I love you.”

Eren inclines his head slightly towards him, his mouth coming close to Levi's ear. He could respond to this confession with something tender, but his deep voice lowers, and his tone becomes icy, laden with a warning that makes his omega flinch.

“If you speak to this alpha without my authorization...” He pauses, letting Levi imagine the worst, before continuing, a dangerous whisper. “I'll pull down your pants, and fuck you in front of him. Even if the kids are there.”

Levi stops short, his eyes widening in shock. He slowly raises his head, searching Eren's gaze for a sign of humor or a joke. But all he finds is cold determination.

Eren is serious, and Levi knows it.

“You... You're joking, aren't you?” Levi sounds panicked.

“You really want to check?”

Levi swallows hard, his heart beating wildly. He looks down, instinctively clutching his coat around him like a meager protection.

“No... I won't talk.” He murmurs, docile. “But... if he's accompanied by his wife. Can I... have a chat with her?”

“First, he'd have to be here. And that he has a wife.” Eren tightens his arm around Levi, as if nothing had happened. He kisses him quickly on the temple, an almost possessive gesture, and resumes their walk towards the park.

Levi nods silently, his throat in a knot. He knows that Eren's love is strange, distorted by his jealousy, resentment and regret, but it's also this love that keeps him by his side, unable to leave him.

Meanwhile, Armin turns around, raising his staff toward them like a sword.

“Dad! Fight!” He shouts happily.

Eren smiles, at last.

“I'm coming, big guy.” He turns to Levi. “Remember, baby. You're mine. Always.”

Levi nods and tries to smile, hiding his anguish.

“Always, my love.” He answers softly, following Eren obediently, while Armin bursts out laughing in front of them.

Armin plays again, carefree, and Levi walks silently alongside Eren. The big alpha glances at the bushes a few yards away, a perverse smile appearing on his lips.

An idea far more amusing than watching his kid at the park occurs to him.

“Did you see that bush over there?” Eren murmurs in a low tone. “We could fuck behind it. No one would see us.”

Levi, surprised, immediately blushes. His gaze drops to the ground.

“And... who would watch Armin?” He answers, his voice a little shaky.

Eren laughs softly and places a firm hand on Levi's hip, pulling him slightly closer.

“If Armin gets on so well with this alpha, he could keep an eye on him for us, couldn't he? While you and I... enjoy a bit. I've got balls full to bursting, you know.”

Levi opens his mouth, but no words come out. He feels Eren's warm breath brush against his ear as he continues, his voice becoming lower.

“I'd pin you against the tree trunk. I'd force you to muffle your little slutty moans so no one would hear us. My hands would slide under your pants, I'd hold you tight while you begged me to continue.”

Levi freezes, his face bright red. He swallows hard, searching for his words, but Eren isn't finished.

“I'd slap your ass so hard you'd hear it all over the park, to remind you you're mine.” Eren laughs, before continuing. “People would be like, what the hell is that noise?” He moves his hand down to grasp one of his husband's buttocks under his coat. “And I'd yell at them : It's nothing, guys! My husband's getting sodomized like a bitch, no big deal!”

Levi lowers his head even more, his ears burning.

“Honey... Stop it... Armin might hear you.” He mumbles weakly.

But Eren doesn't give a damn. He tightens his grip on Levi, his fingers lingering on his hip before slowly working their way up his back.

“What if I made you get down on your knees, there, behind those bushes? You'd suck my cock. No one would see you... But I'd see everything. Your little tongue, the way you... give yourself to me without reservation. Fuck, Levi... Don't you want my big cock right now?”

Levi lifts his head abruptly, his eyes widening with embarrassment and slight envy.

“Eren...”

But Eren plants his piercing gaze in his, an almost dangerous smile stretching his lips.

“Holy shit, I've got a boner.” Eren gently opens his coat to show his erection-deformed pants to his husband. “Doesn't it make you want to?”

Before Levi can answer, a joyful cry interrupts the tense atmosphere.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

Armin comes running back at full speed, proudly brandishing something in his small hand. Eren grunts softly, clearly frustrated by the interruption, but resumes his impassive mask as he sees their son arrive.

Levi, for his part, turns hastily to Armin, almost relieved.

“What is it, darling?” He asks, his voice a little too enthusiastic to be natural.

Armin stops in front of them, beaming with excitement.

“Me present for Papa Levi! Hold out your hand! Close z'eyes!”

Levi hesitates for a moment, casting a furtive glance at Eren, who watches the scene impatiently. Nevertheless, Levi obeys, timidly holding out his hand while closing his eyes.

“What's that, baby?” He kneels down to be at his son's level.

“Surprise!”

Something cold and slimy lands in Levi's palm, and he half-opens his eyes... to discover a dead, desiccated slug.

The scream that escapes Levi is uncontrollable. He shakes his hand frantically, letting go of the slug which falls limply to the ground. His eyes fill with tears as he fights violent nausea.

“Armin! What the hell?!”

Eren bursts out laughing, a sonorous laugh that echoes throughout the park.

“A slug! A fucking slug, Levi! Oh, look at your face!” He folds in half, hands on knees, unable to contain himself. “Damn, well done Armin.”

Levi, cheeks red with shame and horror, shakes his hand frantically again before rubbing it compulsively on his pants.

“It's not funny, Eren!” He shouts, his voice trembling and almost pleading, but it only amplifies his husband's hilarity.

Armin, meanwhile, looks up at Levi with his big, innocent eyes, a proud smile on his lips.

“Me found it alone! Pretty, isn't it?”

Levi opens his mouth, ready to protest, but his stomach churns, and he quickly turns his head away to avoid vomiting.

“Eren, do something, please!” He groans, on the verge of tears.

Eren finally straightens up, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“Come on, Levi, it's just a little slug. You're such a sissy, seriously.” He takes Levi's dirty hand in his own and spits into it, by way of cleansing gel. “There.” He then turns to Armin, who's starting to lose some of his pride at seeing Levi so upset. “Armin, go and find another surprise for your dad, but this time, avoid the slimy stuff, okay?”

“Yes, Dad.” Armin replies, already ready to go on another adventure.

Levi, still trembling, uses at Eren's saliva to clean his palm.

“Ugh... disgusting.” He murmurs, still traumatized by the scene.

“I could make you forget that slug, right there, right now, behind that bush.”

Levi lets out an exasperated sigh, his cheeks still red, but prefers not to respond, knowing it would only encourage Eren further.

Eren, still frustrated by the interruption, lets his imagination run wild, his eyes settling on the bushes again.

He bows his head slightly, his tone becoming even huskier, almost possessive.

“I'd make you bite your fist so no one would hear us, Levi. You know how you scream like a bitch in heat when your ass is loaded with my cum.”

Levi purses his lips, his cheeks already red. But Eren continues, relentless, his voice becoming an envy-laden whisper.

“I'd push you down on all fours, right there on the ground. Your hands in the dirt, your back arched, offering your slutty little ass. I'd hold you tight, preventing you from moving. No escape, Levi, no escape.”

Levi swallows loudly, trying to protest, but his words get stuck in his throat. Eren approaches again, the corner of his lips lifting into a satisfied smile at the effect he's causing.

“How about you drop your pants, huh? Just enough for me to see your pretty ass. Can you imagine? I'd take you right there, brutally, with your mouth against the leaves, while you whisper my name as if it were a prayer.” He lets out a hoarse sigh, his gaze sliding briefly to Armin to make sure he's still busy.

“I... I suppose, yes...” Levi bites his lip, walking slowly.

“Or I could have you sit on me, your legs around my waist. You're pretty when you jump on my cock. Fuck, you want to ride my horse cock? You want me to knot you here, while your son plays with his new friend? Dad gets knotted like a whore in the park? Shit, that's a good porno name, that...”

Levi closes his eyes, praying their son will return soon, as the thought of Eren behind those bushes becomes harder and harder to ignore.

Eren, meanwhile, watched his omega's every reaction with obvious satisfaction. Levi could be quiet and obedient, but his body language betrayed everything. Eren knew he'd won.

“Confess, Levi.” He whispered, one last provocation before Armin came running back. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to fuck you right here, without you being able to do anything to stop me.”

“Yes...”

Armin, all excited, rushes in front of them, shouting happily.

“Historia!” Armin exclaims, his little legs waving in excitement. He quickly disappears from their field of vision, running at full speed in the direction of the little path.

“She must be here.” Levi murmurs, a reassuring smile on his lips.

Eren nods wordlessly, already annoyed. He hadn't planned on spending his day playing matchmaker for children, let alone having to meddle in this encounter. He let his eyes wander around him, looking for an excuse to slip away for a while, a quiet place where he could just sit, do nothing and eat while the kids enjoyed themselves.

A few moments later, Armin returned, all smiles, with Historia following him, shy and reserved. The little girl, barely taller than her own son, seems a little embarrassed, her little hands clasped around her pale yellow coat. She looks hesitant, as if she's not quite comfortable being in front of adults.

“Look, Daddy, it's Historia!” Armin exclaims, proud of his discovery, turning to Levi with a bright smile.

Eren, with his arms folded, watches them distractedly. He doesn't really want to get involved in the conversation and prefers to concentrate on the park around them, looking for a place to sit.

Levi, meanwhile, leans slightly towards Historia, his gaze gentle.

“Hello pretty princess. Are you Historia?” He gives her a tender smile, and, seeing that she has a bit of snot running down her nose, gently pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe it.

The little girl, even more shy, nods gently.

“My daddy's near.” She whispers in a soft, almost inaudible voice.

“Ah, and you've come with your mom too?” Levi smiles even wider, delighted at the encounter. “You have pretty blonde hair. Can I touch it?”

“Mommy does my hair. But Mommy works. Daddy's all alone here.” The little girl approaches Levi and takes one of his strands of hair in her hand, holding it out for him to touch.

“Oh, I see.” Levi tries not to show his disappointment, while stroking the girl's hair. “Armin has told me a lot about you. He wanted to see you again.”

Historia blushes slightly, but keeps her eyes downcast, obviously embarrassed.

“Armin's nice...” She turns to Armin and resumes in a slightly louder voice. “Are you his mommy?”

“No...” Levi holds back a small laugh. “I'm his daddy. And Eren's his dad too. Armin has two dads.” He looks up at his husband.

Eren lets them talk without paying attention, his thoughts elsewhere. He glances at his phone, checks the time and realizes they still have well over half an hour's break before they have to leave again.

“So, Historia, what do you like to do?” Levi continues to question her, a beaming smile on his face. “Armin told me you like flowers.”

“Daddy doesn't like 'cause...” The little girl nods, still shy. “Historia rips out the flowers!” She makes a sudden gesture with her hand, miming the action.

“Ah, I understand, your daddy doesn't like you pulling out the flowers. Tell me, how old are you? You speak very well.” Levi winks at him, then turns to Eren, as if inviting him to join the conversation.

Eren rolls his eyes, sighing inwardly. He has no intention of getting into an endless discussion with children.

“I've...” The little one holds out her hand, showing four of her tiny fingers. “Almost three years old. I'm a big girl!”

Levi, meanwhile, remains crouched, clearly more at ease with children than adults. He reaches out his hand to bend one of the girl's fingers, so that she holds out the correct number to indicate her age correctly.

“You're a little older than Armin. Huh, sweetheart, how old are you?” He holds out his hand to Armin to readjust his jacket.

“Me, two!” Armin turns to the girl and proudly holds up two of his fingers. “Am a big boy, too!”

Eren, still with his arms crossed, observes the scene with a distracted eye. But soon, something in Levi's attitude annoys him. Levi is too happy for his taste. That dazzling smile, that almost too-perfect attention to the children...

He clutches the keys a little tighter in his pocket.

“Go back to the car.” Eren orders, his tone breaking the sweetness of the moment.

Levi, surprised, raises his head.

“Why? What have I done?”

“This alpha is obviously not accompanied by his wife.” He explains as he looks at the girl. “You don't have to stay.”

“I... I'm not going to talk to him. I promise. I just want to stay with you and Armin.” Levi squints slightly, trying to understand.

“You want to stay?” Eren laughs, a short, mirthless laugh. He leans slightly toward Levi. “Okay, then I'll tell you why you won't stay. It's to punish you.”

Levi frowns, incredulous.

“Punish me for what?”

“For wanting to look good for that alpha.” Eren grins with all his teeth.

Levi looks down, discreetly biting his lip to hide his sadness. He doesn't even try to justify himself, since Eren doesn't seem to want to listen. He stands up slowly, smoothes out the creases in his pants and gives Historia and Armin one last light but forced smile.

“I'll be off, then...” He murmurs, reaching out to stroke Armin's cheek. “Have fun, sweetheart. Daddy's waiting for you in the car.”

“Daddy leaves?” Armin tugs at Levi's sleeve.

Levi nods gently and offers the children a sad little smile before extending his hand to Eren.

“Keys?”

“There's a magic word missing.” Eren retrieves the keys from his pocket, and tosses them before catching them himself.

“Please, Eren...”

Eren hands them to him without a word, without even meeting his eyes. Levi takes them, looks down, and turns away, walking slowly toward the car.

“See you later.” He says weakly, more to himself than for anyone to hear.

Eren gives him a little slap on the buttocks, as if that would put a smile back on his face. Levi doesn't even turn around, and walks alone, head bowed. Eren watches his husband leave, feeling a little annoyed... But hey. The alpha doesn't need to see his beautiful omega, anyway.

Eren is now faced with two pairs of eyes focused on him. Armin, delighted, tugs lightly on his father's sleeve to attract his attention, while Historia, more timid, watches Eren with round eyes, visibly unsettled.

Eren has never been at ease with other people's kids. He can only stand his own.

Without stooping to the little girl's level, he asks her in a direct tone.

“Where's your father?”

Historia's lower lip trembles, her eyes moisten, and she points an accusatory finger at Eren, stamping her feet.

“You, you're wicked!”

Armin, mouth agape, stares at her, bewildered by this sudden accusation against his hero of a father.

“And you, you act like a big girl, even though you've got a cuddly toy in your pocket. Actually, you're a big baby.” Eren sketches a cold smile, raising an eyebrow, obviously very proud to have the advantage over a kid not even three years old.

He points to the little bunny ears sticking out of Historia's jacket pocket.

“I'm a big girl! This is my plush for the park!” She flinches and, furious, stamps her feet even harder.

With an air of pride, she plunges her hand into her pocket, pulls out her worn-out little stuffed toy and holds it out to Eren to prove her point.

“Now it's mine.” Eren grabs the stuffed toy in one swift movement and holds it up in front of her.

Armin's eyes widen even more, and he nibbles his fingers, looking shocked. Historia shrieks in frustration and jumps up to retrieve her precious comforter. Eren, amused despite himself, waves the stuffed toy above her head, out of her reach.

“Give it back!” The little girl shouts, jumping up and down, her cheeks red with annoyance.

But Armin, seeing the opportunity to play, bursts out laughing and starts jumping too, reaching out his little hands to grab the stuffed toy. Historia, though frustrated at first, eventually joins in his enthusiasm and laughs too.

After a while, Historia, out of breath but all smiles, raises her arms to Eren.

“Armin's dad, carry me!”

Eren sighs deeply, almost regretting having started this little game. But he finally gives in, grabbing the little girl and hoisting her up on one arm. Armin, not wanting to be outdone, immediately extends his hands toward him as well.

“Me too, Dad!”

Eren, jaw clenched, grabs his son with his other arm, now holding both children against him. He can already feel fatigue settling in his shoulders.

“Well, you're heavy. Historia, where's your father?”

“Over there!” The little girl points enthusiastically in one direction.

No sooner does Eren step forward than the man appears, walking in their direction. The alpha greets Eren with a slight nod before glancing at his daughter, perched on Eren's arm. The man is wearing the same coat as yesterday, as well as a sky-blue scarf. Really, this man is very charismatic so, instinctively, Eren puffs out his chest.

“I was beginning to worry when I heard Historia grumbling in the distance.”

“Not to worry. Your children was under my and my husband's supervision.” Eren nods, adopting a tone meant to be reassuring.

But no sooner has the sentence ended than Historia, still vexed, hastens to report the truth.

“Daddy! Armin's dad stole my plush!”

Eren laughs lightly, shrugging, before handing her the stuffed toy with a nonchalant gesture.

“Here, it's ugly and it stinks of shit.”

“Daddy! He said a bad word!” Historia widened her eyes, deeply outraged, and immediately turned to her father.

Historia's father, obviously equally shocked by Armin's father's language, blinks before clearing his throat.

“Uh... yes dear... That's not right, you're not repeating it.” He reaches out his hand to his daughter, still perched in Eren's arms, and pinches the tip of her nose.

Before he can add anything, Armin, no doubt delighted to contribute to the conversation, continues the exchange.

“My other dad's a bitch!” He snuggles up to Eren, looking innocent.

The little boy beams with pride as he looks at his father, while Historia starts laughing softly, finding the situation amusing.

“Ah... kids, eh.” Eren lets out a nervous laugh while running a hand through his hair, clearly embarrassed.

“I... I think you have quite a familiar vocabulary with your son.” The alpha doesn't seem to share this amusement.

“Let's face it. My husband is quite simply a slut.” Eren sneers, raising an eyebrow.

The man remains silent, clearly taken aback by such a statement. Instead, he reaches for his daughter, whom Eren unceremoniously hands over to him. Historia immediately snuggles up to her father, seeming a little more reassured now that she's in his arms.

Once near the benches, Erwin and Eren set the children down on the floor before taking their seats. Armin and Historia wander off to the small flowerbed and start playing together.

“By the way, I'm Erwin. Erwin Smith.” The man turns around, his voice soft and courteous, then he extends his hand with a friendly attitude. “We didn't really introduce ourselves last time.”

Eren shakes his hand, feeling a little unsettled by Erwin's excessive politeness. He tries to keep a certain composure, but his tone remains colder, more direct, as is his wont.

“Eren Jaeger.” He replies briefly.

“You've come with your husband, then?” Erwin raises his eyebrows, obviously hoping for another adult, perhaps a little more polite, to come to his rescue.

“Yeah, he's my omega.” He answers quickly, almost as if justifying himself, while crossing his arms. “But he's in the car. I forbid him to talk to the other alphas.” For Eren, this is a given, a principle he never goes back on. He states it with such coldness that it's almost unsettling.

“Ah...” He pauses before resuming, a little surprised by the simplicity and frankness of such a startling answer. “So, you're both Armin's fathers?”

“Exactly.” Eren shrugs, trying to keep his composure despite his embarrassment. “I haven't eaten yet, do you mind?” He holds his bag out in front of the blond.

“Oh... No, no. Sure, eat up.” Erwin looks around, as if searching for an imaginary accomplice.

Eren rummages in his bag, pulls out his sandwich, then the little tupperware... pink?

Eren stares at it for a moment, annoyed. Why the fuck did Levi put that pink bowl in his bag? He opens the lid and discovers a perfectly arranged salad, with cherry tomatoes cut in the shape of a heart. He gasps in displeasure.

There, now he's going to look like a fucking sissy.

Erwin observes, eyes a little wide, and notes the careful presentation.

“It's... charming.” Erwin responds, a courteous smile on his lips.

Eren glances coldly at the bowl before looking up at Erwin.

“Charming? Yeah, for a kid, maybe.” He takes a bite of his sandwich with a disillusioned expression. “It's always the same with him, he spoils me with this bullshit, bullshit little attentions.” He chews loudly, his tone drier. “He always has to make an effort, always has to give me love, always has to prove that he loves me. It's exhausting in the end.”

Erwin, a little caught off guard by this raw criticism, remains calm.

“Well, it's in the nature of omegas to be affectionate, isn't it?”

Eren gives him a piercing look, a mocking smile on his lips.

“Natural, yeah, it can be. But that doesn't make it any less boring.” He continues to eat, but his tone grows increasingly acerbic. “He always does this, meals like this, little surprises. It makes you feel like he's got an attention deficit to fill or thinks I'm going to leave if I'm not fulfilled by every fucking gesture. I'm sick of his forced hugs.”

“But... he seems to really want to take care of you, doesn't he?”

Eren rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh.

“Yeah, it can be cute at first, but now it's just obsession. It's like, without it, he thinks I'll forget about him or that he won't have any value to me anymore. He's just busting my balls.” Eren takes another bite, unperturbed, his words becoming more familiar, more raw. “And I'm not the type to rave about crap like that.”

Erwin, clearly disturbed by the direction the conversation was taking, hesitated for a moment before resuming.

“You seem to be... quite different from each other, don't you?” He continues to look at Eren, curious, but also clearly uncomfortable.

“Ah, you mean me and my omega? Yeah, we have different ways of showing affection, but I assure you, we're not exactly on the same wavelength. He's all « I want to cuddle', I want this, I want that », and me, frankly, it's simpler. A little sex now and then and we're good.” Eren says this with brutal frankness, an almost mocking smile on his face. “But he keeps bugging me with boring love-starved omega stuff.”

Erwin freezes, apparently embarrassed by the enormity of what Eren has just said. He tries not to show his discomfort, but his expression betrays his embarrassment.

“That's... that's pretty... direct, isn't it?” He tries to divert the conversation, while remaining interested in the subject. “So, you don't need all these... attentions to be happy?”

Eren, on the other hand, doesn't seem to notice Erwin's embarrassment and continues, implacable.

“I'm more the type to like it when it's simple, you know? When he's not around to bother me with stuff like that. When he's just bringing me... you know, his body, nothing else.” He takes another bite of his sandwich, unperturbed. “His hot, soaking ass, that's what I like. I just have to stick two fingers in his ass and like magic he's soaked to the bone. Then I just have to slide my cock in and it goes in like in butter. You know what I mean, right?” Eren thinks Erwin is complicit in the conversation.

“Uh, my partner's not an omega. So honestly, I don't see...” Erwin, increasingly puzzled, doesn't quite know what to say. “And... your husband, he... he accepts this?”

“He accepts, he doesn't even make remarks. As long as he can give me his little attentions and play the perfect lover, everything's fine with him. But I'm sick of it.” Eren shakes his head, a little exasperated. “Well, I admit, sometimes it's cute. Especially when he waddles his little butt to bring me my beer.” He bursts out laughing and slaps his knee.

Erwin's mouth drops open, obviously shocked by the rude alpha beside him.

A heavy silence settles between the two men, broken only by the sounds of Eren chewing his sandwich loudly with his mouth open.

Then Armin trots off happily and approaches the two men, followed by Historia, who is clutching something in her small hands. Armin stops in front of his father, brandishing a bouquet of flowers, his cheeks red with excitement.

“For daddy Levi!” He announces proudly, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Eren laughs, swallowing a mouthful before replying, his mouth still half-full.

“You should get him another insect, it would please him more.”

Armin frowns slightly, obviously confused, but says nothing. Behind him, Historia also clutches a bouquet of flowers in her hands, but she keeps them carefully hidden from her father's view, casting quick glances in his direction.

Erwin, meanwhile, seems lost in thought, staring off into the distance. But it's not inattention. No, he's thinking. Something in his expression betrays an intense mental process.

“What, you feel like taking a shit?” Eren still doesn't seem to have grasped that this alpha isn't at all the kind of man to laugh at his jokes.

Erwin doesn't respond, his eyes dropping to Armin who, without hesitation, climbs onto his lap as if he'd done this hundreds of times before. His attention remains entirely on Armin, as if he's trying to solve a riddle. The boy, on the other hand, is having fun smoothing the fabric of Erwin's shirt with his fingertips, totally at ease, as if he belonged there.

Eren frowns. Something's not right.

His gaze moves from Armin to Erwin, then back to the child. Once, twice, as if trying to put the pieces of a puzzle back together.

Again, his eyes alternate between the two faces.

And again.

And again.

“Uh...” Erwin breaks the silence. “Levi... isn't that what your husband's name is? It's... unusual name.”

“Yeah.” Eren answers curtly and puts his sandwich back down.

“Levi Ackerman?”

Huh? This alpha... knows his husband?

“Levi Jaeger.” Eren corrects him while showing him his finger adorned with his wedding ring.

Erwin gently adjusts Armin's position on his lap. His nostrils twitch faintly as he brings his nose close to Armin's neck and inhales softly.

“What the hell are you doing?” For fuck's sake, why did that alpha just sniff his son?

Erwin doesn't answer right away. His eyelids droop, his expression inscrutable. When he finally looks up at Eren, his gaze is almost accusatory, as if he's waiting for an answer to a question he didn't ask.

“His smell...” As if to check, Erwin breathes on the boy's neck again.

“What?” And once the question was asked, everything now seemed obvious to him.

Why Armin doesn't look like him.

Why his son is literally the portrait of this alpha.

Why this man looked so familiar.

Why Erwin knows his husband.

And, damn it, why he's only now realizing that Armin's scent is exactly the same as that of this stranger sitting next to him.

“Holy shit...” Eren rises abruptly, catching Armin in his arms without gentleness, as the child looks on in surprise. “Let's go home.”

Eren carefully avoids meeting Erwin's gaze. He doesn't want to see or hear anything. All he wants is to get out of here with his son, away from this revelation and this man.

“Wait.” Erwin stands up too. Slowly, he picks up Historia, holding her close.

Eren turns violently and hugs Armin as if the boy were the only thing keeping him calm.

“Armin is my son.” Eren takes a deep breath before continuing, forgetting all politeness. “I don't give a fuck that he could have come from your balls. If your kid's almost three, that means you fucked my husband when your wife might already have been knocked up. Now, either get the fuck out, or...” Eren pauses, his gaze becoming almost murderous. “Or I screw up your family. And believe me, your wife will be running off with your daughter as soon as she finds out you stuffed a kid in someone else's belly.”

Historia, in Erwin's arms, but Armin, though confused, remains frozen against his father's chest.

“Do you understand, you bastard?” Eren nods as if to force the man to nod.

“We both know what's involved.” Erwin doesn't move a millimeter. The alpha in him refuses to give in to the threat.

Eren grits his teeth.

“No. Armin is my son. And anyway...there's no proof he's yours.”

Yet everything proves it: Armin's smell, the looks, the similarities... But he has nothing official, no tests, no irrefutable proof, and he clings to it desperately.

Erwin lets his eyes slide over Armin, still clinging to Eren. The little boy, though a little confused by the exchange, seems curiously at ease in this situation, almost as if he's where he belongs.

“I don't need a test. This child is my son.” Erwin squints, thinking.

Eren clenches his fists, his anger rising another notch.

“I'm the one who raised him, he's my son. I'd advise you to keep your distance. Because if you try to interfere in my life or my son's life, I'll destroy you and your fucking perfect family.”

As alpha, Erwin can't detach himself from what he considers his own. But he has his life. His wife, his daughter, his career. All of which would be shattered if the situation came to light.

“I'm not going to impose on your lives. It's not what I want, and it's not what he deserves.”

Eren said nothing, jaws clenched, arms tightening around Armin.

“But...” Erwin pulls a piece of paper from his pocket, takes out a pen, and writes his number on it. He hands it to Eren. “I want news. If anything ever happens to you and your husband, I'll be there for Armin.”

Eren hesitates, but finally snatches the paper from Erwin's hand without a word. He turns on his heels, ready to leave.

But halfway there, he stops.

He doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to ask. But he does, because his heart leaves him no choice.

“When?” He asks, without turning around. “And how?”

Erwin doesn't need more. He knows exactly what that question means. He runs a hand over the back of his neck, his eyes closing briefly before he answers.

“During his heat. I had my rut, and my wife isn't an omega.” He pauses and his voice softens. “We met on a specialized site for...well, you know. It was a mistake for him, as it was for me.

Eren nods with his head down.

"Eren, don't take it out on Levi. I think you really don't understand how omegas work." Erwin also bows his head in understanding, no longer trying to stand up to the destroyed man in front of him.

Eren doesn't answer and pulls Armin close to him before walking away. He advances to a secluded corner where he collapses, unable to hold on any longer.

He gently sets Armin down on the ground, kneels in front of him, and hides his face in his hands.

“Fuck...” He bellows, his voice strangled by raw pain.

Everything bursts out of him. All the rage, all the frustration, all the pain he'd buried.

“Holy shit, Levi!” He screams, his voice echoing in the cold air.

It's as if everything he'd held back for years finally overwhelmed him. The sacrifices he's made, the dreams he's abandoned, the life he's imposed on himself for this child he's never really understood.

He clenched his fists, pounding the ground, tears flowing unchecked.

Armin, motionless, stares at him with wide-open eyes, curious but confused.

Eren screams again, as if that would relieve the pain tearing at his chest. A complex pain, an unbearable paradox.

Levi has betrayed and deceived him.

No... not really. It wasn't cheating, not in the strict sense. When Levi became pregnant, they weren't together. Eren had committed to him after learning of the pregnancy.

But Levi knew. He knew Armin wasn't his son. And he let him believe it. He watched him build this life around a lie. He watched him buy a house, get married, abandon his dreams.

Eren straightens slightly, sniffs loudly, tears still flowing.

It's as if everything is coming into focus now. This hatred he sometimes felt, this resentment he couldn't explain... He finally understands him.

Deep down, he'd always known. Why Armin wasn't like him. Why he felt detached, almost a stranger to his own son. But as he plunges into this pain, another truth dawns on him. An even more heartbreaking truth.

Levi... Levi, whom he has hated so much for this life he thought he had imposed, is also the man he loves. Deeply, desperately.

All for a family he never wanted in the first place.

And now it all makes sense. He remembers the days when Levi would watch Armin play, a tight smile on his face, as if he saw something Eren couldn't see. Levi knew. He always knew.

And yet...

Eren sniffles loudly, his tears mingling with his panting breath. His sobs tear at his throat, as if his body is trying to expel all the shit he's accumulated over the years.

He shakes, his hands buried in the ground, tears falling uncontrollably. He's never cried like this. He never has. Not even when he thought he hated Levi. Not even when he woke up at night with the weight of this life he hadn't chosen.

Armin, in front of him, looked up at him with his big, innocent blue eyes shining with concern.

“Daddy? Why is Daddy crying?” His little voice pierces the void, soft and fragile.

Eren freezes. He can't answer. Because if he opens his mouth, he'll explode. So he inhales deeply, wipes his face violently with the sleeve of his coat, even though it's useless, and stands up suddenly.

“Come on.” His voice is hoarse, barely a whisper. He reaches out and takes Armin against him, holding him so tightly he can feel the child's warm breath against his neck.

Armin embraces him without question. He's so small. So fragile. And yet, he's everything.

Eren grits his teeth, closes his eyes. All these years, he'd thought he despised this life. That he despised Levi. That he despised his life as a father.

But he was wrong.

Every step he takes towards the parking lot seems to weigh down his heart. Armin, snuggled up against him, is warm, alive. This kid who isn't even his blood, but is so much more than that.

His son, his own. No matter what his blood, this boy is his son.

When he gets to the car, he stops dead in his tracks.

Levi is there, sitting in the passenger seat, his cheek crushed against the window, his nose stuffed in that damn scarf he never washes. All because one day Eren had worn it, and now it reeked of his scent. Levi said it made him feel better, to smell his alpha on him. Ridiculous. And yet, there he sleeps, peaceful, almost childlike, completely detached. As if the whole mess didn't exist.

Eren just stands there, unable to move.

He should hate him, shouldn't he? Levi has screwed up his life. Stuck him in a fucking house with a fucking kid he never wanted and who isn't even the fruit of their union. And now he knows. He knows Levi knew. He knows that Levi saw, all along, that this kid wasn't his.

Eren looks at Levi, and what he feels tears him even more. Because there's no hatred. Just raw, all-consuming, fucking pain. Levi is all he has. All he loves.

He always believed he'd been tricked, that his freedom had been stolen from him. But the truth is, Levi and Armin have given him everything he never thought he'd want. And now, he could lose them.

He holds Armin a little tighter before settling him into his seat. He adjusts the straps, his hands trembling.

Then he gently closes the rear door and walks around the car before climbing in on the driver's side. Levi has no idea what has just happened. No idea what this revelation has done to Eren.

Levi...

Damn it, Levi.

Eren looks away and climbs behind the wheel. His hands rest on the cold leather, but he remains motionless. His throat is knotted, his chest burning, and he feels a treacherous tear slide down his cheek.

He hesitates. He stares at his husband. At length. With a gesture he tries to make light, Eren places a hand on Levi's shoulder and shakes him gently.

“Hey, wake up...” His voice is almost gentle, an unsettling contrast to what he's feeling inside.

Levi frowns slightly before opening his eyes, blinking several times as if to orient himself. He slowly turns his head towards Eren, a slight, tired smile on his lips.

“Oh, my love... Are you back already?” He murmurs, his voice still sleepy. Levi stretches a little, then turns to see his son, strangely calm in his car seat. “Baby, didn't you have fun?”

Armin nods, still sucking his thumb.

“You didn't show Historia your slime?” Levi reaches out to stroke his boy's knee, but his gaze quickly returns to Eren, whose silence confuses him.

Eren takes a deep breath.

“We'll have to talk.”

Levi straightens up immediately, visibly surprised by Eren's serious tone. He adjusts his scarf, rubs his eyes in an awkward gesture, as if trying to wake up fully.

“What's the matter? Did something happen in the park?” His eyes crinkle slightly as she watches his husband. “Your... your eyes are red. Honey... have you been crying?”

“Erwin Smith.” Eren reckons he doesn't need to say any more for his husband to understand.

Levi's face instantly loses all color. His lips open slightly, but no words come out, so Eren continues.

“Yeah, him. That stranger in the park, with his kid. Guess what? He gave me his number. Just in case, you know, if you and I ever croak, he wants to be there for Armin.” His tone is dangerously ironic.

Levi opens his mouth, closes it again, then tries to speak, but the words get stuck in his throat.

Eren feels anger rising, his voice getting harder despite himself.

“And do you know why? Because he thinks Armin could be his son. No, wait, he knows he's his son. Because fuck, Levi, I know it now too. I've known since I saw his face. And you knew, didn't you?”

“I... I'm not sure, Eren. I...” Levi's voice trembles, almost broken.

“Don't lie to me!” Eren screams, slamming violently into the steering wheel of the car. The sharp noise startles Levi, while Armin, frightened, bursts into tears.

“Eren, I beg you, calm down!” Levi reaches for his son, his own tears already flowing. “Armin, it's okay, baby... it's okay...”

But Eren doesn't let go, rage rumbling in his chest.

“You had fucking doubts, and you still decided to dump this on me? Force me to drop everything for you and your kid, when you knew he wasn't even mine?”

Levi raises pleading eyes to Eren, his voice bursting into an uncontrolled sob.

“Eren... I love you! I love you so much, I didn't know what to do! I wanted you, only you... I didn't want you to leave. And Armin, he's yours. Not by blood, but... he belongs to you. He's only ever known one father. That's you.”

Eren bursts out laughing, a bitter, almost desperate laugh.

“Mine? This kid I never wanted, that I've grown to love in spite of myself, he's mine? Damn, Levi, you're a manipulator.”

Levi shakes with all his limbs, unable to hold back the sobs that shake him.

“Please, Eren... I'm sorry. I've been so scared. I've ruined everything, I know, but I love you. Please... don't give up on us...” He grabs Eren's sleeve, almost kneeling on the seat, his eyes drowning in tears. “I didn't know what to do, I never knew! I didn't want to lose you. Not you, Eren... never you...”

Eren looks away, unable to sustain this vision of Levi collapsed. His anger flickers, replaced by a pain he can't articulate.

“You took my life, Levi.” Eren murmurs, his voice broken. “Everything I had. Everything I wanted. And now... now I'm unable to let you go. You, Armin. You're my life now. And it's destroying me.” He gives another tug on his steering wheel. “Holy shit!”

“I'll do anything you want... anything you want!” Levi cries openly, clutching Eren's arm. “Just... stay with us. I can't live without you. I love you so much, Eren... so much...”

Eren looks up at him at last, his eyes shifting from his streaming cheeks to his trembling hands. Despite the betrayal, despite the pain, he feels an immense weight on his chest: Eren loves this man. It's unfair, cruel, but it's the truth.

Levi, on his knees, doesn't even dare raise his head. His cries mingle with inaudible whispers, like apologies he can't utter clearly.

“What do you want to do, Levi?” Eren's voice trembles slightly, a mixture of rage and confusion.

Eren clenches his fists, but he can't tear himself away from the man who, in another world, would have been his everything.

Levi tries to speak, but the words escape him. He moves a little closer to Eren, while remaining on his knees, as if waiting for a sign, a movement, something to prove that his husband doesn't hate him completely. He moves closer to him, hands outstretched towards his chest, almost pleading.

But Eren didn't respond immediately.

And then, suddenly, Eren makes a sudden gesture. He pulls Levi against him with a force that makes him stagger, almost pinning him against his chest. It's not a tender gesture. It's brutal. It's as if he wants to mark him, keep him there, while still having that anger burning inside him.

“Fuck, I should kick you out, let you die in your own shit!” Eren squeezed even harder, as if to prevent Levi from escaping.

Levi, his eyes full of tears, trembles in his arms.

This isn't a vulgar hug, or a friendly pat on the back.

No, for the first time in his life, Eren is cuddling him. Eren is so warm against him, so intense, and at the same time, everything is broken between them. But Levi can't say anything, he can't even formulate a clear thought. He just sobs silently, taking refuge in this embrace, even though he knows it can never mend what's been broken.

“Eren, I... I'm so sorry...” Levi manages to articulate, his voice weak, broken. “I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to think...” He rubs his face against Eren's chest, as if to wipe away the tears.

“You knew very well what you were doing...” Eren grunts, his breath jerking, fighting the emotions that overwhelm him. “You knew to tell me the truth, damn it. You could have spared me this, Levi... You could have, but no, you wanted to keep me there, make me believe everything was okay...” He closes his eyes, squeezing even tighter, as if to crush the pain against him. “You fucking knew! You knew and you said nothing. You kept playing with my life...”

And then, all of a sudden, Eren takes Levi's face in his hands and kisses him.

At first gently, almost hesitantly. But it doesn't last. He pulls away for a moment, then, in a fit of rage and desire, he kisses him again. Then again. It's brutal. It's a mixture of everything he feels: the love he doesn't understand, the hatred that gnaws at him, and the guilt that devours him.

Each kiss is an explosion of contradictory emotions.

Levi is paralyzed, lost, unable to respond at first, drowning in confusion. But his lips press against Eren's. The pain in his eyes doesn't go away. The pain in his eyes doesn't disappear, but something changes.

Something is released.

Then Eren pulls away slightly, his breath short, his chest heaving with each breath.

“I love you...” Eren looks his husband straight in the eye.

The words are both a burden and a revelation.

Levi gasps, his eyes wide, as if he can't believe what he's hearing. He steps back slightly, not understanding.

“What?” His voice is shaky, a mixture of disbelief and confusion. “You... you really love me?”

By way of answer, Eren leans in again to kiss him, even more tenderly this time, as if he wanted to erase everything that had been said, everything that had been done. He takes him in his arms, close to him, and lets himself go.
Levi's warmth, his breath against his skin, all this makes him realize one thing: despite everything, he wants this family. He needs them. He can't erase everything, but he can try to rebuild something.

Eren rethinks everything: every humiliation inflicted on Levi, every rejection, every moment when he let his omega break without a glance, without a word of comfort.

Whereas Erwin seems to be that perfect alpha. The one who seems to have everything Eren never was: courteous, distinguished, handsome, kind, a good family man. Everything he never was for Levi.

Eren remembers the times he let him suffer through his heat, the times he didn't look at him, didn't even make love to him.

No. He used him. Treated him like an object, like a slave, a maid. He thought it was just possession, that it was all he deserved.

And yet, Levi is still there, loving him, giving him all that affection, that blind loyalty. He chose him, again and again. And Eren was too stupid to see it.

Levi loves him. Despite everything he's been through, he still loves him. The pain in Eren's chest intensifies as he realizes what a monster he's been, how he's broken him without ever realizing it.

Without thinking, almost instinctively, Eren buries his nose in Levi's neck and, in a fit of possessiveness, pain and desire, bites down with all his might on the gland of his omega.

He marks it. He makes it his, in a way he's never dared before.

Levi moans under the bite, pain mixed with pleasure, and that's when Eren realizes. That's when everything changes. It's a fact. He's bitten him. He's marked his omega this way, and he knows there's no turning back.

The two stand there panting, their eyes finally meeting in silent understanding. They've been through the unthinkable, but something has changed. Maybe it wasn't too late. Levi, trembling, looks at Eren with tear-filled eyes, but he's no longer afraid. He knows, in that moment, that this is a new step, a new beginning.

“Bite me, Levi. Bite me too.” Eren doesn't need to explain further. He knows what this means to them.

They've been through too much not to know what it means.

Levi strokes the back of Eren's neck with trembling fingertips, before leaning down and biting him on his alpha gland. Eren grunts, biting his lip under the intensity of the pain, but he doesn't care anymore. He closes his eyes, finally feeling a true bond between them. Levi cries with happiness, and for once, Eren doesn't feel like he's running away.

He's simply there. With Levi. And he knows he can never let him go again.

They look into each other's eyes, their faces slightly scarred by blood, but there's no more shame, no more doubt. Eren can see the love in Levi's eyes, but also the pain he's carried for too long. Yet that look is different now. Levi is no longer the one hiding behind flaws, behind shyness.

Suddenly, the sound of Armin's crying, which had persisted in the background until then, ceases. There is silence. A heavy silence, laden with what they've just experienced.

They stare at each other, a little blood on their lips, and everything inside Eren writhes.

He thought his life was destroyed, that he'd ruined everything, but something has changed. He can't forget what he's done, but in this pain, in this intensity, he finally understands what Levi has endured. What he put him through.

Levi chose to stay, despite everything. Despite his mistakes. Despite his humiliations. And yet, here he is. He wanted this marriage. He wanted Eren. And Eren, with this revelation, realizes that he has destroyed a life, but he also has the chance to repair it.

He looks at Levi, a mixture of shame and determination in his eyes.

“I'm going to change, Levi. I'm going to be a different man. A different husband. For you.”

Levi stares at him, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a fragile smile forming on his lips. He nods gently.

Maybe Eren can't erase everything at once. But at least he'll try.

And that's when Eren finally realizes that what he thought was the end was really just a new beginning.

Chapter Text

Levi is on the marital bed, knees planted in the rumpled sheets. The air around him is heavy, saturated with his smell, and it's getting worse by the minute. The room is lit by their bedside lamp, its subdued light gently lining the walls.

The heat rises, burning under his skin, softening his muscles. His stomach twists violently, as if to punish him for not having acted already, and his hands clutch the matela, trembling.

He can't stay like this. He's got to make his nest. But it's been so long he doesn't even know how. Almost three years. Three fucking years without nesting.

Before, he knew what to do, he knew what he wanted. But now? He pulls back a blanket, hesitates, puts it back down, starts again. His movements are jerky, almost ridiculous.

He grabs one of Eren's sweaters. The fabric is soft, impregnated with that alpha smell that makes him want to roll around in it. It soothes him for a second, maybe two, then awakens something else.
His belly clenches again, a cramp almost bending him in half. He moans, low and hoarse, before biting the inside of his cheek to keep quiet.

This morning, when Levi told him his heat was about to start, Eren didn't flinch. He got up, picked up Armin and took him to his parents' house. Not another word. Not another move. And now here he is, so near and yet so far.

Eren is just outside the door.

He can smell him, through the pheromones he gives off, even if they're still faint.

Levi has asked him to help nest with him. Just a little. Just to feel less alone. But Eren refused. « Not ready yet,» he'd said. Levi didn't insist. It wasn't as if he could really refuse Eren anything.

Levi would have liked to insist, but he didn't know how. How to tell him that he needs him? That his body is screaming for him?

He returns to his nest, despite everything. His hands tremble as he adjusts Eren's clothes, as if they will make up for this absence. He hugs one of his T-shirts to him, the fabric impregnated with a scent that almost drives him mad. It's not enough. It'll never be enough.

His body cries out, burning, impatient. The cramps become more violent, and he moans again, this time unable to hold back. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, but nothing soothes this hunger, this heat.

He needs Eren. Not his clothes, not his smell. He needs him.

Ever since Eren learned the truth about Armin, he's had only one obsession: a new child.

Every day for the past six months, he's tried to get him pregnant. Six months of failure. Six months of frustration. Levi knows the chances are slim.

An omega that has already given birth, what's more not in heat, with an alpha out of rut... the fertility rate is almost non-existent.

But tonight, Levi is in heat. Tonight, everything's different.

He's pulled out all the stops. It's not just to satisfy Eren's obsession. It's for him, too. To regain some semblance of gentleness, of care. Maybe another child can soothe Eren.

Maybe he'll stop looking at Levi so hard.

Eren has changed. He's more understanding, gentler, sometimes even empathetic. But it hasn't had the effect Levi was hoping for. They haven't grown closer. Not really. Eren is still distant, still restrained, as if something inside him prevents him from taking that final step.

Levi, however, doesn't care.

He'd never dared hope that Eren would ever approach him in any other way. Never would he have imagined that this man, who once left him to suffer alone, could finally accompany him in his heat. That alone is a miracle he wouldn't have believed in six months earlier. So he clings to what he can. To these small changes.

To the possibility, however remote, that Eren will stay with him in his nest tonight.

Levi got ready in a way he hadn't done in years. He put on a black lace nightie, thin and transparent, the one Eren preferred when he was still barely pregnant with Armin.
It hugged his fragile figure, revealing the whiteness of his skin. Matching garter belts reach up to mid-thigh, the delicate fabric molding his slender legs and feet so perfectly that Levi couldn't help looking in the mirror, making sure everything was impeccable.

His hair are neatly styled, disciplined to frame his face, even if damp strands betrayed the suffocating heat rising inside him. The shower he took was almost ritualistic.

Every gesture precise, every part of his body washed and prepared for this night.

He hugs one of Eren's T-shirts, breathing in the reassuring scent of his alpha. A wave of heat makes him tremble, and he bites the inside of his cheek to concentrate. The nest isn't finished yet. The sheets, Eren's clothes and his own, everything must be perfectly arranged to form a welcoming cocoon.

So he carries on, despite the cramps that are becoming more and more violent, despite the unbearable heat that burns him from the inside. His nest must be perfect. It has to be ready for his alpha. It must please him.

A sharp pain shoots through his belly, every movement more difficult, almost unbearable. His body tenses, his muscles tense under the intensity.

He's wet. He feels it immediately. His wetness drips from his ass and down his thighs. He closes his eyes, biting his lip. No, no, not yet. He doesn't want to. Not yet. Not before... welcoming Eren.

He hurriedly grabs one of his T-shirts, cleans himself with it, pressing the fabric against his skin, trying to erase the sensation. But it's not enough. He doesn't want to relieve this need too soon. He has to wait. He has to wait for Eren. He quickly hides the T-shirt under the thick blankets, as if to erase the evidence of his desire. His hands tremble. He straightens, his eyes roving over his nest.

He nods to himself, a simple confirmation. He must be ready.

He kneels in the center of his nest, the pain of cramps coursing through him with every movement. He grits his teeth, but he has to stand up straight.

He brushes his hair back with his fingers, one last time, despite the pain tearing at his stomach. The strap of his nightie slips over his shoulder. He pulls it back into place, but it's not enough. He smoothes the lace against his thighs, the cold fabric against his warm skin. It's... it's okay. He takes a deep breath, an attempt to calm himself.

He feels the stress rising, a dull anguish in his chest. He breathes deeper, a last effort. Pressure in his throat. He must speak. He wants to speak. He wants him to come in, to find him like this.

He closes his eyes, feeling the warmth invade him again. He forces himself to open his eyes and, in a breath, says, almost a whisper.

“Eren... You can come in.”

The door opens slowly, and Levi sees him. Eren. Completely naked, his loose hair falling to his collarbones, longer than before.

He looks magnificent. Levi looks at him, unable to tear his gaze away from his alpha. A wave of desire washes over him at once, long before he feels Eren's powerful, intoxicating pheromones mingle with the air around him.

It's not stifling, no. It's an exquisite, almost reassuring dominance, as if everything were in its place. As if everything were fine, just with his presence.

Levi moans uncontrollably, a hoarse, instinctive sound. He clenches his fists on the fabrics around him, unable to look away from this perfect body, this alpha standing there, a few steps away from him.

Eren doesn't take his eyes off him. He closes the door behind them with a slow but determined gesture. Levi feels his stomach twist, nervousness invading him. His first warmth with Eren, after all these years. It's an idea he'd never considered until this very moment, but now it's there, the need, the desire for him.

Eren takes a measured step forward, and his eyes roam Levi's nest. His alpha cock is already completely hard, his knot fat already discreetly formed at the base.

Levi blushes, embarrassed, and nervously strokes the fabrics around him, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than ever.

Eren, on the other hand, seems lost in thought. His breathing is jerky, like a rapid heartbeat, and his abs, now perfectly defined, contract with each inhalation. Eren has started working out again, and Levi can't help but think that he's never looked so handsome, so desirable.

Apparently, sport helps Eren let off steam, and he's obviously needed it since that day, that famous day. And Levi, as long as he's not that outlet, is delighted to see his husband exert himself.

“Took you long enough.” Eren is right in front of the mattress, eyes fixed on his husband, unmoving.

Levi nods, a slight shiver running through his skin. He naturally arches his back under his alpha's presence, a wave of desire washing over him, almost irresistible. He brushes his fingertips against the thick blanket, ready to envelop them, to welcome them into his cocoon. His hands tremble slightly, anticipation pressing against his chest.

A moment's hesitation. Then, finally, he launches out, his voice a little weaker, uncertain.

“Eren... do you like my nest?”

Eren looks away, scanning every item of clothing piled on the mattress. His eyes jump from pile to pile, his gaze hardening, his jaw tensing. A heavy silence settles before he answers, in a calm but distant voice.

“I... I don't know.”

Levi bites his lip, unsettled, before dropping gently onto the mattress, stretching out in his nest, their nest. He rubs sensually against the fabrics, eyes closed, trying to draw Eren into this cocoon he's created for them, for this moment. The touch of the sheets against his skin brings him a strange feeling of comfort, but his heart beats faster under Eren's burning gaze. Every touch of the fabric seems to inflame him even more.

He rubs himself against the sheets, against the fabrics, his body demanding more, all the while trying to stifle the grunts rising in his throat. The heat invades him, brutal and merciless. His body is on edge, his skin burning against the cold fabric, but every movement he makes seems to amplify the need boiling inside him.

Levi moves frantically around his nest, his hands pressing against the blankets, clutching at them, trying to relieve the growing pain. But it's a futile struggle. Nothing can extinguish this flame in his belly, nothing can calm the whirlwind of desire that has taken hold of him.

He needs him. He needs Eren. He can't wait any longer.

Levi is completely overwhelmed, and yet he can't stop. He needs Eren to touch him, to hold him, to take him into this nest he's prepared just for him.

Eren looks at him. His gaze is piercing, burning. He doesn't move yet, but his muscles tense, and Levi knows he's watching him, seeing everything he's becoming.

Eren doesn't move immediately, but his gaze doesn't leave his husband. He sees him rubbing himself against the sheets, his silhouette quivering under the dim light of the room. He climbs onto the bed, his gaze fixed on Levi, who lets out a groan of satisfaction.

Levi feels the sheets writhing under his body, his desire palpable in every movement, every contraction of his muscles. Levi arches his back, stretches his buttocks like a silent invitation, seducing his alpha with every gesture, every quiver.

Eren, at this moment, sees a nest unknown to him, a space created for the two of them. For him. He is amazed, almost lost. Levi looks at him, and in a low, warm voice whispers.

“Lie down with me...”

Eren bites his lip, then finally lies down on his back. His body remains tense, but Levi doesn't take his eyes off him, and his gestures continue to seduce him, to invite him to give in.

Levi senses Eren's hesitation, but he also knows it's only a matter of time. So he helps him settle in, gently guiding him into the hollow of the nest he's prepared for them both. He adjusts the clothes around him, settling him into this space made for warmth and closeness.

Levi smiles, and Eren, his gaze intense, stares at him, almost fascinated by what is being created between them.

Eren lies down beside him, and Levi instinctively clings to him, rubbing his cheek against his chest, seeking the warmth and comfort he's been waiting for. The contact of their skin is almost electrifying, and Eren, with a gentleness he hadn't allowed himself until then, touches the strap of Levi's nightie, caressing it slowly.

“It's been a long time since you wore this.” His voice is husky, almost shy.

Levi moans softly against him, surrendering to the attention that consumes him.

“I wanted to please you.” He murmurs, his breath light, almost fragile.

A long silence settles in, heavy, charged with desire.

And finally, Eren breaks that silence, his voice growing deeper, almost ethereal.

“You turn me on.”

Levi, his heart racing, closes his eyes as he feels this declaration invade every fiber of his being. He surrenders himself to this moment, to this truth he's waited so long to hear.

Levi burns. His body is on fire, every movement, every breath, plunging him deeper into his heat. He feels his wetness dripping from his anus, all down his thighs, and he knows Eren feels it too.

But he doesn't move. Why doesn't he move? Why doesn't he do anything?

In a desperate attempt to seduce his husband, he kneels beside him.

His hands tremble. He brings them to his own thighs, caressing the taut skin beneath the garter belt, his fingers sliding over the wet fabric. He's on the verge of madness.

“I...I also put on the tights. And the suspender belt.” His voice is weak, marked by desire.

Eren doesn't answer right away, just looks at him, impassive.

“I know,” he says, his tone heavy with innuendo.

Levi groans in his throat. He straightens slowly, his body trembling with need. He kneels beside Eren, his face burning.

He just plays with the cloth, staring at Eren, waiting for him to give in at last.

Eren's hand slides up his thigh, too slowly. Levi bites his lip, a frustrated moan escaping his throat. He wants more, he needs it. But Eren waits, makes him pine, and every move sends him deeper into madness.

Levi arches his back, his hips lifting against the mattress, before straddling the fabric in a deliberately sexual act. Every gesture is desperate.

He moans, and his cry is a plea.

“Eren...” his name escapes his lips, heavy and heartbreaking.

He swings again, harder, faster, the wetness betraying him with every movement. The nightie flies, sliding across his burning skin, as he loses complete control of himself.

“Eren... Eren...” His name slips louder and louder, a desperate, almost endless cry, as if he could exorcise this need that's overtaking him.

His eyes search for Eren, pleading, full of unbearable urgency. Every moan, every breath is an appeal, a cry of pain and pleasure mixed together. He's totally lost in his heat, in his desire.

Suddenly, a dull growl escapes Eren's throat, powerful, a natural authority that makes Levi shudder.

“Stop it.” Eren's voice is husky, full of desire.

Levi stops his movements instantly, his heart beating fast, his breath short. He's distraught, on the verge of madness. His sex is hard, almost painfully so, clamoring for caresses, pressure, anything to relieve the intensity overwhelming him.

His whole body begs for Eren to touch it. For Eren to fuck him.

Eren, relentless, brings one hand up to the skirt of Levi's nightie. He gently brushes the fabric, sliding his fingers in with exasperating slowness. Levi trembles, his body tense, almost on the verge of giving in to the unbearable anticipation.

The nightie's skirt slowly lifts, gradually revealing Levi's skin, and Eren catches a glimpse of his sex, hard and glistening with pre-sperm, straining under the pressure, as well as his thighs soaked with his wetness.

Levi closes his eyes, desire invading him more and more. He's so excited, he can hardly keep his composure. His thighs tremble, his hands grip the sheets, his breath quickens. He can't stand the waiting any longer.

Eren doesn't hurry. He takes his time, savoring every moment. His lips barely brush Levi's ear, his voice a faint whisper, but imbued with power.

“Do you want me to touch you, Levi?”

Levi, unable to hold back, lets his whole body bend under the unbearable desire. He's there, completely submissive, at Eren's mercy, and all he wants is for him to finally take what he craves, to break him.

“Eren... Fuck me, I-”

“What do you want?” Eren's question is gentle, but it hides a relentless authority. He slides his hand down his own naked torso, grazing his taut muscles, before lowering his finger to his completely hard sex, dripping with semen. “This?” He continues down slowly, his finger grazing his hot, pulsing knot. “Or this?”

“Both!” Levi loses all patience. His breath is short, his thoughts obliterated by need. He gets down on all fours next to Eren, his whole body tense, pleading. “I'm begging you.”

“Oh.” Eren straightens and grabs Levi by the hair, forcing him to lift his head. “What did I tell you before this started?”

Levi closes his eyes, his breath panting. His body trembles, his sex reacting to Eren's every movement. He feels every pressure, every word, like an irresistible call.

“To... to go at your own pace,” he murmurs, his voice breaking.

Eren loosens his grip a little, but his hand slides gently down the back of Levi's neck, caressing him with unexpected tenderness, as if to signify that he hasn't forgotten this rule.

“That's good, baby. Good omega.”

Good omega. Good omega, good omega.

Fuck, that's so good coming from Eren's mouth. He's submissive, fragile beneath his fingers, but the mere fact that Eren calls him a « good omega » warms his heart, erasing any trace of doubt.

Eren, dominant as ever, watches Levi with a mixture of desire and control. He takes his time, savoring every movement, every shiver that runs through his omega's taut body.

“Do you really want me to touch you there, Levi?” He murmurs, his hand sliding slowly down his inner thighs, stopping just short of where Levi desperately demands it.

Levi, cheeks red and breath erratic, clutches the sheets between his fingers. He closes his eyes, unable to hide how vulnerable he is to Eren.

“Yes... please, touch me there.” He groans, his voice shaky and broken.

A smirk stretches Eren's lips.

“There where? Say it clearly.” His voice is hoarse, mocking, but his gaze remains fixed on Levi, impatient to see him collapse beneath him.

Levi shudders, torn between embarrassment and his desire.

“My... my hole, Eren. I want you to take me.”

Eren grunts in satisfaction, his fingers continuing their slow descent, grazing Levi's sensitive entrance, never going any further.

“That's where you want me to fuck you, isn't it? To stuff you until you can't breathe?” He takes a deep breath before continuing. “That I reproduce you?”

Levi hiccups, his body arching under the raw words. He nods frantically, unable to speak. His hands reach for Eren, seeking contact, support, anything to bear this unbearable tension.

“Yes, Eren... I beg you...” He murmurs, almost tearfully, his hips lifting of their own accord to press against Eren's fingers.

Eren laughs softly, a firm hand holding Levi in place.

He arches his back slightly, pushing his hips towards Eren, his body seeking to fill the void, the unbearable tension.

Eren, impassive and controlled, takes a deep breath, observing his omega. He lets his hands slide gently lower, caressing Levi's buttocks before slowly descending to his hole. He takes his time, savoring the intensity of this moment.

“You're... you're a pretty omega.” Eren murmurs in a soft, almost embarrassed voice. He caresses the warm, moist skin around Levi's entrance. “You smell good.”

It's obvious that Eren isn't used to complimenting Levi in this way, and the awkwardness of his words only adds to the intensity of the moment.

“Thank you... Thank you, Eren.” Levi groans, his words trembling with desperate gratitude. He spreads his legs a little wider, his hips lifting slightly in a silent invitation, a call to go further, to fulfill that unfulfilled desire pulsing throughout his body. “And... our nest... I made it for you.”

Eren freezes for a moment. He straightens slightly, watching his omega, his eyes trying to formulate a compliment, but not quite sure how.

“Your... your nest.” He begins, his voice husky, a little too loud, almost devoid of subtlety. “It... it's... well, quite... tight.” He bites his lower lip, glancing quickly at Levi, before resuming, his breath erratic. “It's... not bad, I mean. It's... comfortable.”

Levi, though confused by Eren's awkwardness, arches his back a little more, pressing himself against him. Eren's compliments aren't what he expected, but the mere fact that Eren talks about his nest in this way excites him even more. He closes his eyes, shivering under the tension.

“Is it true? You... you like it?” Levi's eyes sparkle, at the half-compliment.

Eren, still hesitant but letting himself be carried away by the moment, slides a finger deeper into his husband's warm hole, and while continuing his movements, tries again to formulate a compliment. This time, he feels more urgent, more swept away by Levi's warmth.

“Fuck... it's... it's not bad. It's...” His fingers move deeper into Levi, the feeling of being inside him consuming him. “Good.”

Levi lets out a sigh, his body tensing under Eren's caresses. He knows it's not the most refined compliment, but the way Eren takes him inside him, his desire for him, all of it makes him feel like he belongs to Eren.

Levi squats in their carefully prepared nest, his trembling fingers adjusting the blankets around Eren.

“Are you going to tuck me in all night, or are you going to show me how much you've been waiting for me?” Eren growls, his deep voice filled with desire. .

“I just want you to be well, my love...” Levi, the red rising to his cheeks, leans over to smooth out an imaginary crease, avoiding Eren's eyes

Eren, clearly impatient, grabbed Levi's wrist, pulling him sharply against him.

“I'm already comfortable, Levi. This nest isn't for you to make pretty, it's for us to fuck in.”

Levi swallowed, his body shivering under Eren's closeness. Yet he couldn't help continuing, his hands gently adjusting a pillow behind the alpha's muscular back.

“Levi, geez, I want to fuck you.” He slides his hand over Levi's hip, his fingers digging into the tender flesh. “You think I'm here to ogle your delicate gestures? I want to see you open up for me, right here in this damn nest you've made.”

Levi shuddered at the raw words. His heart was pounding, but he nodded gently. He rubbed his nose against his husband's scarred neck, the trace of his fangs still visible.

“You smell so good.” Levi whispers, more to himself, his lips brushing Eren's collarbone.

Eren giggles, pulling Levi against him, their bodies pressing together.

“Baby, what are you doing? I want you to do more than that, Levi. You made this nest for me, didn't you? Then show me why I belong to you.”

Levi, completely overwhelmed by the force of Eren's words, finally let his instincts take over. He guided the alpha, his hands caressing the warm skin, positioning him in the center of the nest with meticulous precision. Every movement seemed calculated, not only for their comfort, but to intensify that unbearable tension between them.

“There.” Levi suffocated, breathless. “You... you fine, there?”

Eren, a wry smile on his face, grabbed Levi's hips to pull him on top of him.

“Fine? I'll be fine when you stop fucking with me and show me why you're my fucking omega.” Eren bites his lip, caressing the lace of his husband's nightie, before continuing. “Hmm... yeah. I'm fine. Fuck, this is so sexy...”

Eren's words shattered Levi's dam. Their lips found each other in a feverish kiss, their bodies finally pressing together without restraint.

Eren didn't waste a second. He pushed Levi gently but firmly onto the sheets, settling him on all fours in the nest. His hands caress the curve of his back, enjoying the way Levi offers himself to him without restraint.

“Look at you.” He growls, his voice husky and full of desire. “My fucking omega...”

Levi lowers his head, his cheeks burning under Eren's raw words. He grips the sheets beneath him, seeking support as anticipation made his body tremble.

“Eren... please...”

“What do you want, Levi? Say it.” The alpha grunted, his hands lingering on Levi's hips before slowly moving down, tracing teasing circles near his hole without touching him.

Levi arched slightly, his hips instinctively seeking more contact.

“I want... you to take me... now.” His voice was shaky, almost pleading.

“Well... Fuck, yeah.” Eren smiled behind him satisfied to hear him beg. “I'll fill you up. Make you carry my child. Mine.”

Levi leans forward slightly, spreading his hips, positioning himself perfectly for him, as he murmurs in a breath, “Yes...yours.”

“Are you ready to receive my child? To carry my bloodline?” Eren suddenly slapped his buttocks before continuing. “Huh? My child, mine. Holy shit.”

Levi turns slightly toward him, eyes burning with desire.

“Yes... Yes, Eren. I want you to take me. I want this, right here, right now. Make me carry your child.”

Eren grunted in satisfaction and without waiting any longer, he sank slowly into the humility of his omega, his movements gentle at first, but carried away by a brutal heat. Levi tensed under the initial pain, but pleasure quickly followed, every inch that sank into him becoming more intense.

“Fuck, Levi...” Eren whispered breathlessly, his hands gripping his omega's hips with more force. “You were made for this, to receive my seed, to bear my child, for our bloodline.”

Eren is on top of him, hands firmly planted in Levi's hips. His breath is heavy, ragged, but he won't slow down. He has an obsession, and that obsession is not simply to satisfy his desires, but to accomplish something greater. He wants it, he needs it.

“I'm going to get you pregnant, Levi. You're nothing but a receptacle for my seed,” Eren growls, his voice husky, full of desire and that pure dominance he no longer hides.

Levi shivers beneath him, a shiver that's not just due to the intensity of this moment, but to the dull fear lurking in his stomach. He closes his eyes, biting his lower lip, concentrating on the pain and pleasure that overwhelm him, trying to stifle this anguish growing inside him.

Eren's cock is so big, so powerful, every movement coming to shake him deeper, and that's all he wants. But the thought of not being enough, of not becoming pregnant... He rejects it, but it gnaws at him.

“You want this, don't you?” Eren gasps, his gaze burning with desire as he swivels his hips, heightening the intensity of each penetration. “I want you pregnant, carrying my kids. That's all you're worth, Levi. An omega male who will give me a bloodline.”

Levi groaned, a jolt of pleasure shaking him. But inside, it's chaos. He wants to lose himself in this dominant body, he wants to surrender to this pure pleasure, but the fear of failure holds him captive, this irrational fear of failing to conceive, of not living up to what Eren expects of him.

“Tell me you want this.” Eren orders, his hands folding over Levi's wrists, folding him even further forward, his movements becoming wilder, more ruthless. “Tell me you want me to fill you with my seed, that you want me to make you into a perfect omega slut, stuffed with my kid.”

Levi is shaken with a shudder, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain any semblance of control. But with every gesture, every word, the pressure mounts.

“Yes,” he breathes, almost inaudible, but Eren hears him clearly. “I want... I want you to fill me. Let it be you. That you... that you make me carry your child.”

Eren grunts in satisfaction, leaning lower, almost glued to his omega.

“That's what you are, Levi. You're just a tool for my bloodline. To carry my kids.” His words are harsh, but they ignite a flame in Levi, a glimmer of desire mixed with unbearable fear.

Eren picks up the pace, each thrust deeper, more intense. Levi can no longer concentrate on anything but Eren's movements, the burning friction, this sensation that draws stifled sighs from him. But in the back of his mind, the question persists.

What if he doesn't get pregnant? What if it's all for nothing?

“You're going to carry my child, Levi,” Eren growls, his hands grabbing Levi's hips with ferocious force. “You were made for this. To be my omega, to give me what I want. My legacy.”

Levi, his face contorted with ecstasy and confusion, grits his teeth. He's caught up in a whirlwind of raw pleasure, but the pressure of having to succeed haunts him.

“Eren...” He clings to him, trembling under the force of the blows. “I... I want, I want it to be you, but... but I'm... I'm... not sure, Eren. I'm afraid.”

Eren pauses, his eyes burning with intensity. He gently strokes Levi's cheek, his breath heavy, but a twisted smile stretches his lips.

“Are you afraid of what I'm going to do to you, Levi? Are you afraid of getting pregnant with me?” His voice becomes lower, more intimate. “There's nothing to be afraid of. What I'm doing is what needs to be done. What you want is to make me proud, right? You want me to be satisfied, to be your alpha. Then let me do it. Hell, that kid will be mine. Mine, mine, mine...”

Levi closes his eyes, a tear sliding down his cheek as he arches his back further under Eren, his body now totally submissive. Eren's words resonate within him, like a raw truth he can't ignore.

Yes, he wants it to be him. He wants Eren to fill him. But the fear of failure, of not measuring up, gnaws at him inside.

“Say it again!” Eren shouts in his ear, his body pressing against Levi's, hips colliding hard with the omega's. “Tell me you want me to make you pregnant. Tell me you want me to fill you with my kids.”

Levi, jaw clenched, his teeth planted in his lower lip, struggles to hold back a groan, but his body responds instinctively to Eren's movements.

Each thrust of his loins drives him deeper, Eren's huge, hardened sex rubbing against the inside of his belly, the friction bringing forth a savage pleasure that consumes him. He bites his lip, almost on the verge of breaking, and with an exhausted gasp, gives in.

“Haaaanh! Yes... yes, Eren, do it. Fill me up. I want you to be the one. I want you to be the one to push me in, to fill me up.”

Levi's broken words unleash Eren even more. He presses his hips against Levi's, forcing his cock further into his omega, each stroke more powerful, deeper, like a rutting animal, replicating his partner. The air is saturated with the sound of pounding flesh, the brutal sounds of bodies meeting, each of Eren's movements more violent, faster.

Levi lets himself go completely, his legs trembling under the intensity of each penetration. He feels his whole body caught up in the heat of the act, Eren's sex tearing at him, making him writhe in pleasure.

“Tell me you want this, Levi. Tell me you want me to flood you with my seed.”

Levi is totally submissive, lost in the brutality of the moment. He feels the wetness of his own fluids running down his thighs, his own desire overflowing with each penetration. But the fear is still there.

Fear of not being up to it. Of not being able to give what Eren expects. And yet, he feels the tension rising, stronger and stronger, each movement of his alpha sinking him further into this sea of pleasure and fear.

“Say it again!” Eren screams, his words full of rage as he thrusts his hips even more violently against Levi's. “Tell me you want me to fuck you again, that you want to be filled, that you want me to make you carry my kids, you fucking slut!”

Levi moans loudly, his whole body trembling under Eren's brutality. His hands clutch the sheets, and every breath that leaves his mouth is a wrenching scream.

“Yeah... yeah, Eren, do it! Fucking fill me up! Fill me with your goddamn seed, I want this, I want it to be you!” The words come out of his mouth in a howl of pure desire, his body trembling under the intensity of the act. “I want your cum!”

Eren, teeth clenched, doesn't respond. He withdraws abruptly, sliding his sex out of Levi before forcibly flipping him onto his back. He squats down, his sex painfully hard, and pushes Levi against the mattress again with brutal force. He penetrates him again, this time as a missionary, clutching at the lace of his nightie for leverage.

“Look at me, slut, watch your belly swell with every stroke.” He grunts as he drives his rod even deeper into Levi, his hips slamming with unheard-of force against his omega's buttocks.

Levi's belly buckles under the blows, each of Eren's thrusts filling his body with exquisite pain and unparalleled heat.

“Fuck... fuck, this is too much!” Levi screams, throwing his arms over his head against his thick, cozy nest. His whole body shaking with the force of each blow, the sounds of flesh echoing through the room. “It's too good... don't stop!”

Levi's moans grow even louder, uncontrollable, each cry escaping his throat, leaving no room for restraint.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, I want that! I want your cum, Eren! Fuck, a knot!” He arches his back beneath him, his belly swelling with each movement, pleasure rising with each thrust. His eyes are closed, his breath short and erratic as he lets himself go completely to the brutality of the act. “I beg you, knot me!”

Eren can't help but grunt with pleasure at Levi's every cry, his body trembling with desire.

“You're mine, whore, you belong to me, bitch!” Every word a command, every thrust an assertion of dominance. “You're going to belong to me forever, Levi. Every inch of your fucking body.”

Levi screams louder, his body shaking with the force of the orgasm building in the hollow of his balls.

“Yes, yes, fill me, damn it, fill me with your seed!” He can no longer control himself, his cries growing louder and louder, each sigh a plea for more pleasure.

Eren, eyes fixed on Levi's belly buckling under the blows, growls louder and louder.

“You want this, don't you? You want me to rip your fucking belly open? I'm going to fill you up, Levi, until you've got no choice but to carry my kids, until I've taken you good and proper.” He quickly runs a hand through his hair, before tugging at his husband's nightie again. “Fuck, I'm going to fuck your insides out. Huh, is that why you dressed like a slut?” He snaps the elastic of his garter belt, before continuing to fuck him. “So I can reproduce you, like the common whore you are?”

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh are almost deafening in the room. Levi is caught in a whirlwind of pleasure, his eyes closed, his moans uncontrollable, his arms tensing under the intensity of each blow.

“Fuck... fuck, Eren, do it... fi... fill me...” Levi groans, his body tensing under the force of each movement. He can feel Eren penetrating him even deeper, his sex nearly tearing his belly with each thrust. “More... more... harder...” Desire makes his voice tremble, each word a desperate moan.

His hands slide under his pelvis and settle on Levi's buttocks, spreading them even further apart to allow for fuller, more intimate penetration.

“You're mine, Levi, mine.” The words are growled, almost hoarse. And in this position, Eren takes up all the space, his sex sliding with perfect friction into the omega, grazing every intimate wall, every fold with unheard-of power. “Oh, fuck! It feels so good to fuck you in heat! Shit...” He massages Levi's buttocks, to the same rhythm of his back-and-forth strokes.

Levi feels his body burning, his little penis quivering with every movement, every back-and-forth. The sounds of flesh colliding echo through the room, and he feels both drained and totally filled with the alpha. Heat, desire, everything blends together. The knot begins to form, the key moment, the one when he'll really be marked by Eren.

“Fuck, Eren...” Levi moans louder and louder, the knot swelling inside him, each second making the pain even more pleasurable, even more intense.

He feels the alpha's enlargement in his ass. It's an exquisite pain, the promise of total union, of a mark he's been waiting for, longing for. Fuck, finally.

Finally, Levi spends his heat with Eren. It feels so good.

“Yes... that's fucking it. Sink into me.” Levi moans, his words interspersed with gasps, his hands clenched on the sheets. He feels so full, so caught, every muscle in his body stretched to the limit. The pressure of this knot settling, tightening inside him, makes every second infinitely intense.

Eren grunts, his breath short, as his sex retracts and expands into the omega. He knows the knot is there, that this is it, the moment when everything will seal. It's so far inside him that they seem to be one body, one being.

Levi can feel the knot begin to swell, pulsing just above his sensitive prostate, each thrust filling him even deeper, each movement more and more unbearable.

“Fuck, you're mine! Fuck, never, never will anyone touch you but me!” His voice is broken with ecstasy. He feels the knot forming, an invisible lock between them, sealing their union. His hips begin to shake, his breathing heavier, each breath erratic. “I'm going to mark you, thread you so deep inside you that no one else will ever be able to touch you like this.”

Levi responds only with moans, his eyes half-closed under the pressure. He feels drained, filled, in a state of total submission to the alpha. Each movement becomes faster, more brutal, until the knot bursts, forming with sudden violence, forcing him to tense under the pressure of the alpha holding him captive.

“Fuck, yes... Yes, Eren...” Levi screams, his body tensing to its maximum, a delicious pain that turns into pure pleasure as the knot forms definitively.

Eren continues to take him relentlessly, each stroke stronger, more visceral, as the knot swells and clenches tighter and tighter, trapping Levi in total ecstasy.

Levi moans, his whole body reacting to Eren's every move, his heat bursting around the knot as he lets himself go completely to the alpha's domination. Every sensation of pleasure, every burn, every feeling of pressure consumes and overwhelms him.

And yet, he wants more, he submits totally, thinking only of the moment when he will finally be filled with Eren's seed, when they will be completely united.

With one last wild cry, Eren roars, his body tensing under the strain of orgasm as he explodes inside Levi, filling him with his seed. Eren's knot tightens even more, closing like a final lock, sealing their union irrevocably.

Levi feels Eren's huge knot widen inside him, slowly, blocking any possibility of movement. It's a savage pain, but also a brutal ecstasy, like an indelible mark, a bond deeper than anything he'd imagined.

Levi, engulfed by this wave of sensations, lets himself go under the impact of each pulse. His body jerks in an irresistible spasm as he finally bursts, a piercing scream escaping his lips.

The warmth of Eren's cum spreads through him, and for a moment, everything seems to freeze, his own seed dripping from his little cock under the intensity of this moment.

He's there, caught, possessed, all in the ecstasy of the moment, and, in a strangeness only his body understands, he's also... happy.

Desperately happy.

Despite all that separates them, despite Eren's resentment, despite all that he might blame him for, Levi is here, in his alpha's arms, caught at last during his heat. It was everything he'd wanted, everything he'd hoped for.

Eren's semen explodes inside him, filling his belly with a bright heat, his whole body with this precious liquid.

He dares not move, paralyzed by the intensity of the pleasure. Levi stands there, totally submerged, his body still rippling with waves of heat, pure, animal pleasure he'd never thought possible. His own semen drips and soaks the fabric of his nightie, but he doesn't care.

This moment is him, it's everything he's ever sought, even if it's distorted by Eren's anger and resentment. No matter, he's happy.

The two remain frozen in this raw connection, Levi's moans dissipating in the desire-saturated air. His body continues to tremble, shaken by the last spasms of orgasm.

Suddenly, Eren drops against him, rubbing his face against the black lace covering his husband's torso. And Levi, in this moment of pure intimacy, holds Eren close. He feels fulfilled, consumed by overflowing happiness. Even if it all seems inverted, distorted by Eren's anger and doubts, it's the purest of happiness for Levi.

His alpha, his husband, is there. With him, in his heat. It's everything he wanted, everything he hoped for, even if it's nothing like he'd imagined.

Levi's heartbeat quickens again as the pressure of the knot becomes more unbearable. But he lets it happen, unable to resist. He accepts what Eren imposes on him, unable not to want this warmth, this care, even though he knows that not everything is perfect. He's his, at last, after all this time. At last, during his heat. That's all that matters.

In this embrace, Levi feels caught, marked, possessed, but also, in a strange contradiction, free.

He's the center of his alpha's attention, his own at last, and that thought alone is enough to make everything else disappear. Levi closes his eyes, a slight, almost imperceptible smile on his lips as he murmurs softly.

“This is... what I've wanted. All my life...”

Eren, in an almost imperceptible breath, whispers back.

“I know.”

Levi lets the knot in his belly pulse with an almost unbearable intensity. His legs tighten around Eren's waist, his hands grip his arms, and he lets himself go, unable to hold back the moans that escape his lips.

The pleasure is so strong that he sees nothing else, feels nothing but the fever rising inside him.

But suddenly, a strange sensation strikes him. The fabric of his nightie suddenly becomes heavy, damp, and he frowns, troubled.

His eyes lower, seeking to understand, and then he discovers Eren, his face distorted by an expression he doesn't recognize, a sadness he's never seen in him before.

Eren... cries?

Levi is barely able to grasp the reality of what he's seeing, too focused on the sensation invading his belly, the pain slowly settling there as the knot continues to pulse.

“Eren...?” He murmurs, confused, his voice broken by surprise and worry.

But instead of answering, Eren straightens up and stares at him with a piercing gaze, his breathing now heavy and irregular. He shakes his head, his eyes bright with tears he struggles to hold back.

“You used to do that with him.” Eren growls, his words full of venom, each syllable a violent slap. He pushes harder, driving his knot deeper into Levi, deliberately, as if to mark his territory, to show Levi how much he's still under his control. “This moment, this moment that belongs to me. Did you give this to him too, bitch?”

Before Levi has time to reply, Eren shakes him violently, waving him over the knot in his ass with a brutality that makes Levi buckle, groaning under the pain. It's a mixture of pain and pleasure, the boundary between the two becoming blurred as he feels his muscles tense under the violence of Eren's movements.

“No! Stop...Eren...it...it hurts...” Levi complains, his voice trembling, but he can't help losing himself in the sensation that overwhelms him, even though the pain becomes more present with each jolt.

Every movement makes his huge cocke in his stomach pulsate, a sensation that is neither purely pleasant nor purely painful, but a wrenching mixture of both. He can't help moaning under Eren's brutality, his whole body reacting to the jolt that drives him deeper onto the knot contracting inside him.

The pain is unbearable, each jolt crushing his belly, forcing the air out of his lungs. He grits his teeth, a strangled complaint in his throat.

“Eren... stop...” But it's barely a whisper. The truth is, he wants it to go on.

Even though he's in pain, part of him can't tear himself away from this sensation, this violence mixed with desire. It's as if his whole body is subjected to a paradox: the intense suffering that invades him doesn't push him away, but locks him even more in the embrace of the alpha, in the intensity of the moment.

Levi, restless in Eren's arms, feels his muscles tense, his whole body reacting to the irresistible pressure on his belly. Each movement sends a new wave of pain through his stomach, and he groans with each jolt.

His husband's knot and cock pulsate inside him, and Levi is unable to escape, caught between this unreal pain and pleasure.

The room is filled with the sounds of semen violently hitting Levi's buttocks, interspersed with his high-pitched moans, testifying to the ecstasy and pain that overwhelm him with each impact.

“You... you're hurting me...” Levi finally manages to articulate, but his voice trembles in a way that betrays his hidden pleasure, the one he doesn't dare admit, even to himself. His hands grip Eren's torso in a desperate attempt to steady himself, but he's tossed about by the force of the blows, swept away by the alpha's brutality. “Too much... it hurts too much...”

But Eren doesn't let go.

Each movement is more brutal than the last. He continues to shake his husband with all-consuming rage, his own body vibrating with anger and frustration. Levi, still closer to pain than pleasure, nevertheless feels his body tense further, the heat of pleasure growing ever more present despite the suffering.

A part of him wanders in this confusion, no longer sure if he wants it to stop or if he still needs it.

“You deserve to feel this way, Levi. You betrayed me, you did this to me, and now you're going to take your punishment.”

Levi groaned under the intensity of the shaking.

“I... I didn't do anything... It was you... just you...” His voice is full of despair, but deep down he knows it's a lie they're both repeating to themselves. “Eren... you're going to tear me apart...”

A lie they've both been telling each other for too long, inflicting this pain on each other.

Then, Eren stops, a moment of heavy silence settling between them. Levi doesn't immediately understand what's happening.

Suddenly, Eren abruptly lifts his nightie, revealing Levi's taut belly, where his alpha cock remains formed, still in place, vibrating under the pressure that has been steadily increasing.

Levi doesn't even have time to react before Eren's palm comes to rest on his belly, just above the knot, where is the scar from his cesarean section.

The effect is immediate: the pressure is unbearable, a brutal mixture of pain and sensation that makes Levi explode in a groan of pure suffering. He closes his eyes, tense, his breathing gasping as he lets himself be carried away by the sensation, his body reacting uncontrollably.

“Your heat is mine!” Eren growls, his voice full of anger and pain. “And you... You opened your legs for him... for someone else.” He presses brutally against his belly, digging into Levi's skin. “You want this, don't you? For me to mark you here. My fucking cum in your insides.”

Levi moans, a hoarse, broken complaint escaping his lips as the pain explodes every fiber of his being.

“Eren, stop... it hurts too much... I... I want... I'll give you what you want...” Levi's voice is shaky, the pain preventing him from formulating coherent words, but the submission is clear. He knows what Eren wants. He knows what he must do. “Just you... always you.”

Eren, eyes burning with rage and desire, presses even harder, leaving no room for argument.

“You're going to give me a child, Levi. This is what you want. That's what you promised me. And you're going to do it now, or... fuck, I wouldn't stand for it.”

Eren continues to mark him, each pressure on his belly an affirmation of his dominance, a cruel reminder of the act he demands.

Levi's words, barely whispered, are lost in the panting breath of the man he loves, and the pain that embitters him is almost too intense to bear. But at the bottom of this suffering, there's something else, a deeper burn, a guilt that never stops gnawing at him.

He didn't know how to say no, he didn't know how to fight what he felt, and now he's here, submissive, broken, and all he can do is beg for it all to stop and start at the same time.

“Eren, I'm sorry...” The words come out with difficulty, like a confession choked under the weight of his mistakes. “I betrayed you... I... I didn't mean to.”

Eren growls, his face twisted with pain and anger.

“You didn't want to? And yet you did, Levi. You gave me up for him.”

Levi closes his eyes, feeling the burning tears behind his eyelids. He can't say it wasn't a choice, not this time. What he's done doesn't go away. Their bodies are linked, but his mistakes devour him.

And yet here he stands, in this vulnerable position, waiting for what Eren wants from him. Because he has no other choice. Because he loves Eren in a way he can't even explain.

“I'll give you everything, Eren... I swear I'll give you what you want.” His voice is weak, trembling, as if every word is torment.

Eren, however, doesn't seem to hear these promises.

“I want another child, Levi. A child from you, from me, not from that bastard. And you're going to do it now.” His fingers press even harder, leaving an indelible mark on his belly. “Your heat is mine, do you hear me? Mine!”

Levi closes his eyes, a rush of pain washing over him as he submits completely.

He's let Eren down, betrayed his trust, but Eren remains there, always there.

But why? He doesn't know. Maybe it's guilt, maybe it's the promise of a future he believes he can rebuild. But for now, all that matters is the pain, the tension, and Eren's unwavering desire.

Just as Eren seems to be calming down, a gentle thought crosses Levi's mind.

The child... this child that Eren so desires, that he asks him to carry. Perhaps, in this child, there is hope. Hope for them, for their future, to repair the cracks left by Levi's mistakes.

A brother or sister for Armin...

That's what Levi wants most in the world. Armin deserves not to grow up alone, to have someone at his side, to laugh and play, to share moments with him.

And, deep down, Levi dreams of a little girl. A little girl he could cherish, dress in pretty pink outfits, slip ribbons into her hair. A sweetness unheard of in his life, a tenderness he's never known before.

He imagines caressing her, kissing her on the forehead, whispering tender words. A pretty little girl, perhaps with his husband's hair and eyes. And why not, with his own lips and nose?
He'd dream of it, of having a little girl who looked like Eren. It would be a renewal for him, a way of repairing himself, of rebuilding what he had destroyed. This little girl would be an expression of hope. Hope he could offer to Armin, to Eren, but also to himself.

But as Eren held him close, Levi couldn't help but feel the heaviness of the moment. The warmth of his body against his own, possessive, desperate, reminds him that all he has now is the weight of his mistakes. He betrayed Eren, he left him, he cheated on him for years.

And despite it all, Eren is here. And he's trying to change. For him, for them.

It's clumsy, but Levi sees it. He feels it. And he doesn't even think he deserves it.

“Why do you love me?” Levi barely whispers, his voice broken, filled with shame.

Eren doesn't speak, but his grip grows firmer, more desperate, as if he's trying to capture something that eludes him. Something Levi can't offer him, not yet, not yet.

Levi, his eyes closed, lets out a sigh. He clings to this fragile idea, this glimmer of hope that this child could change everything.

Suddenly, Eren speaks up, his voice trembling with an uncertainty that's totally foreign to him.

“I love you because... because it's you. Because, even when I resent you, even when I hate myself for loving you, I find myself looking at you, touching you, wanting to fix you. Hoping that what we have, what we could have, might still work. Because... because you're the only one I can give everything to, even though I know I'll end up destroyed. Because even with everything you've taken from me, you're all I've got, Levi.” He slowly turns his head to plunge his gaze into Levi's, his eyes dark and filled with pain. “I love you, because despite all the mistakes, everything you've done, you're still here. And that I'm too weak to let you go. Because... if you leave, I have nothing.”

Levi closes his eyes, feeling the tears threaten to overflow. Eren still loves him. Eren, despite everything he's done, despite the betrayal, despite the pain, tells him he still loves him.

“I don't deserve this... I don't deserve your love, your forgiveness.” His eyes open again, his tears threatening to overflow. “But I need you, Eren. I need you more than anything. I need you to save me. Because I know... I know that without you, I'll be... nothing. Without you, I have no reason to exist. I'm sorry... so sorry.”

Eren nods silently against Levi's chest, letting his knot pulse inside him, filling him with warmth and hope.

Maybe the sweetness of this renewal, a little being with Eren's features and a part of himself, could erase some of the pain, the guilt gnawing at him.

But for now, all he can do is submit, let himself be wrapped in Eren's arms, despite all the weight of his mistakes and the guilt afflicting him every day.

Maybe that's all he deserves.

Chapter Text

Eren sits motionless at the kitchen table, shirtless. The morning light illuminates his tanned skin, highlighting the contours of his muscles. His gray shorts hang slightly over his hips, and his brown hair, tied up in a loose bun, lets a few strands escape over his forehead.

Levi, for his part, is dressed simply. Too simply. Eren's shirt, a white too large for him, falls to mid-thigh, its sleeves rolled up to the elbows. The way the fabric floats around him makes his appearance even more fragile, almost sickly.

And underneath that shirt, all Eren can see, all he can't ignore, are the marks.

He follows with his eyes the bruises that stretch across Levi's pale forearms, visible every time he moves. Dark spots that speak far too loudly of what's happened. But that's not all. Eren knows that under that shirt, on the thin thighs, on the calves, and even, shit... on his ankles, other marks lurk.

He grits his teeth.

Has he gone that far?

Levi approaches silently, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. Eren doesn't look at him immediately. His gaze remains fixed on his husband's forearms. He reaches out a hand, hesitates, then finally grazes Levi's bruised skin, his fingers sliding gently over one of the bruises.

“Does it hurt?” His voice is low, husky, almost strangled.

Levi doesn't answer right away. His eyelids flutter, and he shakes his head slightly, his gaze flickering.

“No.”

A lie. A blatant lie that echoes through the air like a slap in the face. Levi lies so badly it's almost painful to watch. He withdraws his hand, fingers trembling, and stares at the cup of coffee between them, as if it could absorb all that tension.

Damn. He's been violent. Too violent.

He clenches his jaw, his thoughts derailed.

This warmth, their first as husbands, should have been different. It should have been special. Eren had promised himself he'd try to spend it with Levi. He'd promised himself he'd try. Normally, he would have rejected him, ignoring and humiliating him completely, content to jerk off for hours on end to porn videos, imagining the pleasure of letting off steam on Levi.

This time, he wanted to make an effort. A real one.

But this context, this fucking betrayal he couldn't forget, had ruined everything. The first round had gone well, though. Levi had called out his name, had surrendered to him as he always does, with that way of offering him everything. And for a moment, Eren had thought that would be enough.

The longer the night went on, the more his rage boiled over. The more he knotted Levi up, the more he felt this visceral anger rising, a rage against himself, against Levi, against everything he couldn't forgive.

Three days. Three days of violence. Three days of heat, and pain for Levi.

Levi fucked another alpha. Levi became pregnant with another alpha. Levi made him raise another's son.

Eren clutches his cup so tightly he can almost hear the sound of porcelain ready to give way. He glances toward the sofa. Armin has finished his bottle and is now playing with a stuffed toy, his big blue eyes fixed on nothing in particular. His parents brought him home last night, when Levi was just coming out of heat.

He fucking loves this kid. But he can't help looking at him and feeling this immense emptiness.

He's not his son. He'll never be his son.

He inhales deeply, trying to soothe this anger that never really leaves him. He's trying to be a good husband, damn it. He's trying to change.

But this heat... this heat has been like divine fucking judgment.

Levi, back turned, busies himself wiping a corner of the table. The shirt stretches over his thighs, revealing just a bit of skin. This skin marked by his own hands. A lump of bitterness rises in Eren's throat.

He abruptly rests his cup on the table, catching Levi's eye. Their eyes meet briefly, but Levi looks away almost immediately. He returns to his mechanical gestures, keeping himself as busy as he can, as if waiting for nothing more than the next order.

Eren closes his eyes for a second.

He's found his solution.

He wants his kid. His own child. Not someone else's. A child who would be a part of him, irrefutable proof that he's the one who counts. An obsession gnaws at him now: to fill Levi, to bind him, to make sure there's no doubt.

He opens his eyes again and observes Levi, his Levi. His jaw tightens as he sinks deeper into the idea. This isn't love, not just love. It's revenge. A way of picking up the pieces of everything he's lost.

The coffee cools in his hands, but he pays it no mind. He sinks back into his dark thoughts, still torn between guilt and the dull rage that never leaves him.

Levi approaches the sofa, his bare feet barely touching the floor. He squats down to Armin's level and strokes his hair.

“Come on, kitten, it's time to eat.” He murmurs in that tender tone that always makes Eren cringe a little.

Armin, concentrating on his cuddly toy, raises his head, a bright smile lighting up his face. He rises gingerly, his bottle still half-full in one hand, and moves towards the table. His steps, more confident than a few months ago, echo faintly on the wooden floor.

Eren watches him attentively, silent, his gaze following his son's clumsy movements.

It's amazing what six months can change.

Armin walks better now, much better. He's even become almost autonomous for certain things. No more diapers, no need to hold his hand all the time, and he drinks his bottle by himself every morning. It's a pride that Eren shares in silence, even if a small voice deep inside him wonders if Levi doesn't regret these moments a little.

It was hard for Levi, this transition

Eren knows. Levi loved to pamper Armin, almost like an obsession. Every change in routine had been a little heartbreaking for him. But he had adapted, as always. Eren, on the other hand, had seen this progress differently. It was proof that their son was growing up, that he was becoming strong.

As Armin approached the table, Eren reached out and gently grabbed his arm to stop him. Levi, who was placing cutlery on the table, froze for a moment, but said nothing.

Eren inhales deeply, trying to maintain a calm he's still struggling to control.

“Armin.” He rests his eyes on his son's innocent face. The little one looks up at him, his bottle dangling in his chubby hand. “Who's your father?” A simple question, repeated almost daily.

A question that might seem banal to anyone, but for Eren, it's anything but.

“You!” Armin, cheerful as ever, points his finger at him with a bright smile. “And Dad!” He turns to Levi, who offers him a proud look.

Eren forces a smile, hiding that wave of relief that tightens his chest. He adjusts Armin's light blue pajamas covered in little cat patterns, trying to offer him a gentle gesture.

“Yes, me. And what's my name?”

Armin's gaze drifts to the floor for a moment, obviously trying to gather his thoughts. Then he looks up, a spark of pride in his eyes.

“Eren!”

Eren nods gently, his smile still there, if a little strained. He releases his son's arm, letting him climb into the chair beside him. Armin understands absolutely nothing of this daily interrogation. For him, these questions are just a game. He doesn't know why his father seems so serious every time he asks them.

Levi resumes his movements, finishing by placing a plate in front of Armin with a pain au chocolat cut into small pieces. He glances at Eren, but says nothing, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Armin knows nothing. He's still too small.

Too small to understand what lies behind these questions. Too young to guess the truths Levi and Eren are hiding from him. But there's something... something about this little boy that sometimes betrays an invisible connection.

Eren senses it. He saw it that day in the park, when Armin had stretched out his arms toward that man. Erwin. The fucking name keeps echoing in his mind.

Even if Armin was too innocent to make the connection, something had instinctively drawn him to this alpha. A proximity that made no sense, but which, for Eren, was like a blade stuck in his gut.

So yes, Eren asks these questions, every day, again and again. Because he needs this confirmation, even if it's biased, even if it's forced. He needs to know that Armin still sees him as his father. Not as a replacement. Not as a stranger.

Like his father.

He looks away, staring at the cup of coffee in front of him. Levi sits silently, his legs crossed under the oversized shirt, and begins to eat slowly. Eren remains deep in thought, his fingers gently tapping the table.

Levi, always careful to lighten the mood, breaks the silence with a soft voice.

“Did you sleep well, my love?” He asks, resting his hands on the edge of the table.

“Not really.” Eren shrugs, his gaze absent.

Levi nods, accepting the answer without insisting. He leans gently toward Armin, who is happily crushing breadcrumbs between his fingers. He grabs his son's small hands and rolls up his sleeves, already covered in crumbs. Armin chuckles slightly, amused by his omega father's attention.

It's Eren's last day off.

It's a special vacation, designed by his company to deal with heat and rutting. Normally, an omega's heat lasts longer, but Levi's is short. A stroke of luck, perhaps. So he's left with this day off, to enjoy himself a little.+

It's the first time he's taken these days off for a reason other than playing at the console when a new game comes out.

It's also the first time he's taken them to take care of his omega in heat.

Well, taking care...

Eren inhales deeply and begins to eat, his jaw set. As for Levi, he smiles all the time, casting loving glances at his husband. Every gesture he makes, every movement of his head, every glance at Eren, everything exudes satisfaction. He looks... happy.

Eren can't understand it.

Three days. Three days where Levi has been abused, where his body has been pushed beyond its limits, and yet he seems delighted. As if none of it mattered. As if Eren's attention erased everything else.

Levi finally places a hand on the table, his slender fingers gently tapping the wood. Eren, embarrassed, ran a hand through his hair tied back in a ponytail, avoiding meeting his gaze.

Then, breaking the silence, he declares in a neutral tone.

“I haven't had my rut.”

Levi freezes slightly, but his smile doesn't falter.

“Yes... We have time.” He nods sadly, seeming to understand Eren's frustration.

Eren doesn't respond, simply nodding before starting to eat again. He knows: even if they're now mated, their cycles aren't yet in phase. This will probably take some time.

On the other side of the table, Armin is getting restless. The little boy is playing with the pieces of bread on his plate, piling them up as if he were building a miniature house. He adjusts himself in his chair, a little wobbly on the three layers of pillows Eren has piled underneath him.

Eren decided he was old enough to sit like them now.

No need for a high chair. Levi didn't necessarily agree at first: his protective instincts would have preferred Armin to stay on his secure chair for a while longer. But Eren had insisted.

« He's big enough, » he had asserted.

Armin, however, still seems to be getting used to this new configuration. His feet beat the air lightly under the table, as if he didn't realize that he almost toppled his plate with every movement.

Levi, with his usual patience, reaches out a hand to straighten the boy's cutlery. He smiles tenderly, then looks up at Eren.

“Do you think we should install the pool?”

Eren doesn't answer right away, his face closed. After a moment, he shrugs vaguely, his mind already clouded by other thoughts. Levi doesn't insist, and the moment falls back into a light silence, punctuated by the sounds of Armin's cutlery playing with his plate.

Levi continues with a small smile, clarifying.

“Just the inflatable pool for Armin. It's getting nice outside. It's almost the end of spring, and although the mornings are still cool, the afternoons are getting warm.”

Before Eren had time to reply, Armin leapt into his seat, his eyes shining with excitement.

“The pool! The pool! I want to play in the water!”

The little boy waves his arms, almost spilling his glass of juice in his enthusiasm.

“Easy, sweetheart, we'll see after breakfast.” Levi laughs softly, reaching up to calm Armin by placing a light hand on his head.

Eren watches the scene, his gaze shifting from the overexcited Armin to the ever-serene Levi. He nods slowly, his tone neutral as he murmurs.

“Suit yourself. I don't care.”

Levi seems delighted, even with this non-committal answer. He returns to his seat, his eyes returning briefly to the bruises marking his arms, which he instinctively hides by running a hand over them. But he keeps smiling.

As for Armin, he can't stand still. He hammers his little feet against the edge of the chair, impatient.

“Dad, with me in the pool?”

Eren doesn't answer right away, staring at his son for a moment with an indecipherable expression. Then he sketches a forced smile, adjusting a lock of his tied hair that had escaped.

“We'll see.”

This answer seems to be enough for Armin, who goes back to playing with his food while singing « the pool, the pool » in a playful voice.

Levi, meanwhile, glances furtively at Eren, a mixture of hope and gratitude in his eyes. Maybe this day would be different. Maybe, after this difficult heat, they could return to some semblance of normalcy.

Armin, as usual, found an inventive way to annoy his father. Before Levi has time to approach him with a cloth, the little boy wipes his crumb-filled hands on his pajamas. Levi sighs softly, but keeps smiling. Eren, seated at the table, observes the scene without a word, his gaze detached.

Levi finally gets to his feet, carrying the empty plates to the sink. He busies himself cleaning them, concentrating on the lather of the soap and the sheen of the water.

Eren joins him without a sound, coming up behind him. He places a firm hand on Levi's hip, his fingers digging lightly into the fabric of the shirt he's wearing. A possessive, almost mechanical gesture.

“Did you take the pregnancy test?” Eren's deep voice breaks the silence of the kitchen.

Levi freezes for a moment, his still-soaked hands clutching the plate he was sponging. He blushes slightly, avoiding meeting his husband's gaze.

“I... You know, it's too soon. We've got to wait until-” His shoulders tremble imperceptibly, but he tries to keep his composure.

Eren cuts him off, his tone curt, almost annoyed.

“Did you, yes, or no?”

The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the gentle lapping of the water.

“It was negative.” Levi bows his head, cheeks crimson.

Eren lets go of Levi's hip, taking a step back before leaving the kitchen without another word. Levi, eyes downcast, continues to mechanically mop the plates, as if hoping to drown his thoughts in routine.

Eren clenches his fists, trying to calm the anger boiling inside him. Yet his thoughts are racing, and his annoyance finally boils over. He curses in a low voice, then louder, raw words echoing through the kitchen.

“Shit, for fuck's sake!” With a sudden gesture, he kicks a chair, which topples over and falls to the floor with a thud.

Eren runs a hand through his tied-back hair, breathing heavily as he tries to refocus.

Levi, unperturbed, approaches immediately, grabs the chair and gently straightens it, as if this gesture could erase the tension permeating the room. He gazes tenderly at his husband, hope shining in his eyes despite everything.

“Eren...” He murmurs softly. “I'll give you a child.”

Eren turns to him, and though he tries to smile, his expression remains tense.

“You'd better, or you'll end up living on my knot until you're knocked up.”

Levi, though blushing, sketches a small smile. A light, nervous laugh escapes him. Eren, noticing this, bites his lip, his gaze darkening again.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you? Sitting on my knot all the time?” Eren leans in slightly, his tone taking on a provocative tinge. “Spend all your fucking days with your ass buried in it?”

Levi looks away, embarrassed. He runs a hand through his hair reflexively, trying to regain composure, and chooses to play on the same ground as his husband to lighten the mood.

“Why not.” He whispers with a shy smile.

Eren lets out a dry, almost sarcastic laugh. But this laughter fades as quickly as it came, his face returning to its usual hardness. Without a word, he turns away and starts to leave the kitchen.

“My love, where are you going?” Levi calls out to him, worried.

Eren stops, sighs at length before half-turning, a glint of fatigue in his eyes.

“Where the hell do you want me to go? I'm coming up.”

And with that, he leaves the room, leaving Levi alone in the kitchen.

Eren climbs the stairs, each step heavy under the weight of his own frustration. He's exhausted. His husband's heat, his actions, have drained all his energy, but still, he feels that drive in his crotch, throbbing, insatiable.

It's the first warmth he's shared with Levi, and yet he feels it's not enough. He wants more. Why the fuck is this?

He drops onto their bed, one of the sheets still in disarray, Levi's nest, as it has been for the past three days, in disarray.

Eren frowns. When the hell is he going to tidy all this up? But it's a fleeting thought. A detail that slips from his mind, quickly swallowed up by something more primal, more immediate. He rolls over in bed, sinking into the sheets where the scent of his husband still lingers.

He breathes deeply, losing himself in the sensation of his scent.

Fuck, he wants more.

He feels the pressure, the craving rising with every breath. It's a wilder, deeper desire, one he's struggling to control. But he tries. He tries to hold back, to calm himself, not to give in to this impulse.

Eren rolls around in the sheets, Levi's heat still burning against his skin, and it enrages him. He slips his hand into his shorts, grasping his already hard, thick sex.

He closes his eyes, but it's as if Levi is still there, beneath him. He imagines him, all against him, legs spread, hips lifting, begging to take him again, harder.

He doesn't just want to fuck him. He wants to fuck him pregnant. He wants to fill that fragile body, mark it, fuck his kid into his belly. That's all that's making him hard right now, this idea of filling him with his cum, of seeing Levi tense up under him, all trembling, with his fucking kid in his belly.

Levi, there, under him, completely submissive. Eren, his head full of images, of cruel, burning thoughts, imagines himself thrusting harder and harder, fucking him all the way in, until Levi is divided on his cock.

The idea drives him crazy, he can't stop thinking about it. Getting him pregnant. The image of Levi, all puffed up, with a belly full of their child, it makes him hard like a bull. He feels uncontrollable, completely consumed by this desire. He closes his eyes, but it's Levi he sees. Levi, all swollen with his cum.

Fuck, he wants this.

His hands tighten in the sheets, as if he can feel Levi beneath him, heaving, panting with pleasure. He wants more than that. He wants to fill that fucking belly, his belly, make it even more his own. He doesn't even hold back. He wants that fucking heat, he wants Levi with his child inside him, he wants to fuck him pregnant for real.

Not just fuck, but mark him. Make it his forever. To know that this body, Levi's body, carries his legacy. He groans at the thought.

He's going to fill it.

The thought becomes even more searing. His hands slip faster, he's no longer in control. He imagines Levi, all trembling, begging beneath him, eyes closed, legs spread and his little slut hole exposed, ready for anything.
His hips move, he presses himself against the sheets as if he already wants to penetrate Levi, but he can't take it anymore, he's not waiting any longer.

He closes his eyes, and all he sees is Levi, his fucking body ready to be filled with him, all swollen with his cum, this fragile, submissive body that he'll mark for good.

This time, it'll be with his cum that Levi will be filled.

Fuck, he can't take it anymore. He grips the sheets tighter and tighter, his movements becoming faster, more intense. His fingers slip, clench, each movement eliciting a muffled moan.

He's got to fuck him pregnant, fill him with him, and he's going to. He's going to fuck him again, harder.

His hips lift in the sheets, fucking the fabric squarely, he can't hold back any longer. He imagines Levi beneath him, all swollen, all ready, arms outstretched toward him, ready for anything, all to him.

The knot at the base of his sex begins to swell, a painful pressure squeezing his stomach. He grits his teeth, both hands now around his cock, mimicking his husband's tight ass, his whole body tense with this primal need.

Every movement of his hips increases this sensation, the ball at the bottom of his belly becoming harder, hotter, more unbearable.

He can no longer hold back the grunts, each movement of his hips bringing him closer to that deliverance he craves. He closes his eyes, his sex now a pleasurable pain, heat rising higher and higher, and his knot still swelling, ready to burst.

“Fucking slut, I'm going to fill you to the neck with cum.” He growls in his head, imagining his husband all puffed up with him, his body trembling, submissive to his will.

He gives in to this raw need, this uncontrollable alpha drive, his hips moving endlessly.

“You're going to beg me, Levi. You'll bend to me. My omega, mine.” His movements become faster and faster, frenzied, each thrust deeper, more uncontrollable, until the discharge overwhelms him.

A burning pain rises in his belly, as a wave of pure pleasure explodes inside him, mingling with the throbbing sensation of his knot straining, ready to explode. Every fiber of his body screams as he feels torn between pain and pleasure, his body reacting with frenzied intensity, as if he can't hold back any longer.

Finally, his knot suddenly bursts, an explosion of pure heat that hits him full force. A wild, inarticulate cry escapes him.

“Hmpf, fuck!”

His cock twitches painfully between his palms. His semen spurts out in hot, powerful jets, thick and creamy, splattering the sheet in a messy sheen. He feels the warmth of semen, hot and wet, spilling onto the sheets, onto his skin, all around him, leaving sticky, smelly trails.

He bites his lip, the pain of his knot becoming more present, still full, swollen, demanding to be emptied completely.

His hands move frantically to his knot, seeking to milk it, to squeeze out all the remaining semen. He clenches his fists around it, pressing, as if he could imitate his husband's hot ass. The pain is still there, sharp, burning, but he forces himself, he wants more. Every pressure on his knot sends out a wave of pleasure mixed with pain, a sensation that only this gesture can relieve.

His fingers slide, seeking to squeeze out what's left, with desperate insistence, as if he could get rid of all this frustration in a single gesture.

“Hmmpf.” He squeezes, harder, faster, trying to milk that big ball at the base of his cock, feeling every pulse against his hands, a wave of pleasure rising and falling. But he doesn't yet find that relief, that total release. He's still there, suspended in that exquisite pain, that dissatisfaction that won't leave him.

He lets out a little grunt of frustration, each pressure bringing out a few more drops of semen, until the last jet gushes out, weaker, but just as warm and thick spilling onto his hands, onto his sheets, everywhere.

He stands there, eyes closed, breath heavy, the heat of his body intensifying, while frustration, the feeling of lack, that fucking sensation of never having enough, keeps him trapped in a whirlpool of endless desire.

Suddenly, a powerful cry escapes him, his body no longer holding up to the intensity of the moment.

“Levi!” He screams a first time, frustration palpable in every syllable. His muscles tense, his breathing gasps, an irresistible need for more.

He can't take it anymore, and yet he still feels unsatisfied. The semen stayed there, on the sheets, but it wasn't where he wanted it to be. It should have been in Levi, not here, not like this.

“Levi!” He repeats, louder, almost desperate, but still no answer. He clenches his fists, frustrated, eyes closed, heart racing. He hasn't had enough. Not yet. “Holy shit, will you move your ass?!”

The seconds seem to stretch, his body burning with desire and frustration. Finally, the door swings open, and Levi storms in, his eyes wide with haste, immediately noticing the commotion.

Eren, without a word, lifts the sheet and looks Levi straight in the eye.

“Eat.” He shows his hands slimy and white with his load, and the sheet is also covered with a huge stain of fresh semen soaking the fabric.

Levi trembles, and looks at his husband.

“I... Armin is unsupervised downstairs. I-”

Eren shakes his pelvis on which his limp cock rests, his eyes staring at Levi with burning intensity, a gleam of contempt mixed with raw desire. Then he repeats his command, his voice low, vibrating with dominance.

“Come eat my cum.”

Levi, sickened but unable to flee, moves slowly toward the sheet, his hands trembling, his face contorted with disgust. He looks at the huge semen stain, the trace left by Eren, soaking the fabric of the sheet.
He bows, obediently, without a word, and begins to lap, his body tense, each movement a challenge against his own repulsion. The taste, bitter and heavy, takes hold of his mouth, and the smell, acrid and nauseating, makes him wince. Every gesture is torture, but he continues, forced by Eren's order.

Eren, merciless, stares at him with a cruel smile, his eyes burning with a gleam of satisfaction at every quiver of Levi's body.

He takes his time, savoring the spectacle of his omega's submission, the slow absorption of every drop of his own fluid. The tension between them is palpable, each gesture reinforcing the lure of domination, a kind of possession that makes Eren even more greedy.

Levi hesitantly takes Eren's hands in his own, squeezing them tightly, a final gesture of resistance before submitting completely. Then he slides his tongue, slowly, over his palms, scooping up his husband's semen with sensual slowness, his gaze locked on Eren's. Every movement of his tongue, every touch, draws a grimace from him, but he doesn't flinch.

He continues to lap, forcing himself to accept what he must, knowing what it means to Eren.

“Enjoying yourself?” Eren's voice is husky, a satisfied smile forming on his lips as he watches Levi submit to his command.

Levi nods and continues, forcing himself to swallow every drop, every trace of semen, unable to do anything but obey his husband.

“There's still this...” He wiggles his hips in front of his husband.

Levi leans in slowly, his gaze elusive, and brings his mouth close to Eren's pelvis. His tongue sneaks in, collecting every thick drop against his hairy pubis, every trace of semen, savoring it involuntarily as he continues to clean with almost mechanical precision. With each new sip, a soft moan escapes his lips, his throat tightening around the warmth of his cum, his whole body submissive to Eren's command.

“Do... Aaaah.” Eren reaches for his husband's lips, forcing his thumb into his mouth.

“Aaaah...” Levi opens his lips, letting Eren slide his finger inside.

Eren's thumb slides slowly over Levi's tongue, brushing it with calculated gentleness before forcing him to accept it completely. His tongue, trembling but obedient, wraps around Eren's thumb, allowing itself to be invaded by the heavy, salty taste of his load.
The warm liquid mixes with his saliva, spilling into his mouth as Eren plays with it, forcing Levi to hold it, to taste it fully. Eren intensifies the movement, circulating the semen in Levi's mouth, sliding and lingering where he wants, creating a sensation of absolute control.
Levi moans faintly, pleasure mingling with submission as Eren's every caress, every pressure, pushes his limits further. The heat and intensity of the moment overwhelms him, and he lets himself be carried away, unable to detach himself from Eren's total hold, the taste of semen becoming almost unbearable in his mouth.

“Do you like the taste of my offspring?” Eren stares at him, a gleam of desire in his eyes. “You did swallow it all, didn't you?” His voice is low, husky, and full of that dominance he likes to impose. He leans in a little closer, an unhealthy gleam in his eye. “Tell me you savored it, that you want more.” He laughs softly, a smug smile forming on his lips. “Or do you want me to give you more?”

Levi nods before removing Eren's thumb from his mouth and lowering himself to slide his lips along his husband's still-soft shaft, lapping up every vein, every trace of semen, all the way to his glans. Still creamy from ejaculation, Levi pushes it into his mouth, forcing Eren to let out a moan of pleasure. Levi heads gently, catching every drop of semen, never taking his eyes off Eren.

Finally, he slides his lips down his husband's soft shaft, lapping up every vein, every trace of semen, all the way to his glans. Still creamy from ejaculation, Levi pushes it into his mouth, forcing Eren to let out a moan of pleasure. Levi lower his head gently, sucking every drop of semen, while looking Eren straight in the eye.

“Hum...” Eren reaches his trembling hand toward Levi's hair, giving him a tender pat on the top of his head. “Good...good omega.”

“Eren...” Levi murmured, his mouth still stretched around his husband's penis, before withdrawing. “Are you satisfied?” He straightens on his knees, wiping the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, wearing a peaceful smile.

“Yeah...” He runs his finger down his husband's bruised forearms, tracing every bruise.

“You know, Eren...” Levi hesitates, afraid of being pushed away, before lying gently against him. “I liked it. It was so good. Thank you for spending your warmth with me.”

Eren remains frozen in bed, his arms crossed on his torso, his gaze lost in the ceiling. He closes his eyes, hoping to find some peace. Levi settles astride his belly, and without a word, drops forward, his gaze landing shyly on Eren.

Eren, his eyes still closed, doesn't move. He makes no gesture to stop or encourage him. But after a moment's silence, he reopens his eyes, staring expressionlessly at Levi.

“Do you want to be in my arms?” He says in a cold, almost detached voice.

Levi, uncertain, nods, his gaze shifting. He stands there, his hands resting on Eren's chest, waiting. He dares not move.

Eren sighs, exasperated by the situation, but even so, he moves his arms slightly, opening them just enough for Levi to snuggle up to him. No tenderness, just an almost mechanical posture.

Levi settles against him, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. But Eren remains impassive, his body taut beneath Levi's, a palpable coldness between them.

“Stay still.” Eren murmurs, more to himself than to Levi.

Levi, against him, closes his eyes, seeking some warmth in the embrace. But even against him, he feels the distance, this invisible barrier his husband puts between them, and it tightens his chest.

Eren sighs, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He's feeling pretty good, but he won't admit it. Levi, without a word, starts to get up, but Eren holds him back briefly with a hand on his arm, before letting go.

“When you're done with Armin, pack up your nest.” Eren says in a dry tone, without any warmth. “Make the bed too. It stinks. “He straightens up a little in bed, his gaze still hard. He glances around at the still messy room, the unmade bed, the room in a state he doesn't feel like enduring any longer. “Change the sheets. And make it quick.”

Levi nods sharply, obviously embarrassed, hugs Eren on last time, and hurries downstairs to join Armin. Eren sighs again, feeling a little better, but the unease remains. He begins to feel hot, the silence in the room weighing him down.

He picks up his phone, unlocks it and sees that he has a message waiting: « Is it still good for me to bring Historia back at 2pm? »

Fucking hell. Erwin. He had forgotten. Fuck, when had he proposed that to him anyway? It's clear that this was miscalculated, since it almost fell during Levi's heat.

He can forget it, his peaceful day off. Damnit.

Eren closes his eyes for a moment, exasperated. At first, he'd sworn he wouldn't get back in touch with this man, but after Armin's incessant tantrums to see Historia again and Erwin's desire for them to keep in touch, he'd given in. Every two months, Erwin would drop Historia off at his house, so that his son could play with her. It was a situation he didn't like, but he'd had no other choice.

He placed the telephone back on the bedside table, a sigh escaping his lips.

Eren finally gets up from the bed with a sigh, heading for the wardrobe. He pulls out a light-blue short-sleeved polo shirt, beige shorts and clean boxer shorts. Paying no attention to the mess he leaves as he rummages through his clothes, he slams the wardrobe door before heading into the bathroom.

The shower water quickly runs over his skin, warm but not too hot. Eren doesn't bother to wash his hair, contenting himself with washing off the accumulated sweat and dirt. In a few minutes, he's clean, and grabs a towel to dry himself with nonchalant gestures. He brushes his teeth quickly, without too much care, before raising his head to look in the mirror.

A satisfied smile stretches his lips as he admires his reflection. His muscles are now clearly visible, and he raises one of his arms to contract and examine his biceps. His slightly drawn abs also catch his eye. Yeah, he's been working out again. He raises an eyebrow as he thinks about what motivated him. It was either taking it out on himself, or taking it out on Levi. And, for once, he'd chosen to spare his husband.

He would have liked to force Levi back into sport, if only to shape his body a little. But what was the point? Soon, Levi would be pregnant. The thought brings a wry smile to Eren's face. Yes, it's only a matter of time.

Leaving the bathroom a mess, as usual, he trots barefoot to the stairs. His dirty clothes still lie on the floor, and water splashes mark the tiles. Indifferent, he whistles lightly down the stairs, his mind already occupied with what awaits him below.

Levi turns as he hears Eren's footsteps on the stairs. He stands proudly in the middle of the kitchen, which now sparkles with cleanliness. The living room, too, is impeccably tidy, a stark contrast to the mess that had accumulated over the last few days due to his heat. He hoped this gesture would be enough to please his husband, but Eren's indifferent expression quickly made it clear that he didn't care.

Eren stares at him for a moment, his gaze oscillating between coldness and reflection.

“The man you cheated on me with is bringing his brat back today. Did you forget?” His tone is acerbic.

Levi flinches, his eyes widening before crinkling in a mixture of pain and reproach.

“Eren... I beg you, stop calling him that.” He whispers, his voice strained, almost imploring.

Eren inhales deeply, trying to contain the explosion burning in his throat. The scathing words come naturally, a reflex he struggles to suppress. Yet something inside him holds him back. He takes a step forward, his hard gaze fixed on Levi.

“What do I call him then? The man you gave your-”

He's suddenly interrupted by two small hands gripping the bottom of his pants. Eren looks down and meets his son's innocent gaze.

“Historia today?” Armin asks, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Levi immediately leans over to take Armin in his arms, his voice soft, almost lilting.

“Yes, baby. About 2 p.m., right?” He asks, glancing furtively at Eren.

Eren hisses through his teeth. He clenches his fists, his anger at Levi and his past threatening to get the better of him. Reproaches are within tongue's reach, ready to burst forth.

But...

Being a good father. A good husband.

He has to represent all that.

A sigh escapes him, and he finally answers curtly.

“Yeah.”

Without another word, he turns on his heels, leaving Levi and Armin alone in an atmosphere where hints of tension still float.

For God's sake, isn't he already a good father and husband?

For fuck's sake, what more do we want from him?

Isn't that enough? To accept this man, the man Levi cheated on him with. Let him come back, again and again, bring his kid back, so his son - their son - can have a good time.

Their son.

The thought hits him like a punch. Not his own. Not really. This child he's raised, loved, protected... this child who carries the blood of the man he despises.

And yet, he's still there. For Levi. For them.

He has forgiven. Against all odds, despite the betrayal, despite the lies, despite all those years Levi fooled him. He believed he was the father of this child from day one. He believed it because he loved Levi, because he still does, even if in his own way.

It's not tender, it's not gentle, but it's true. He stays, he endures.

What alpha would accept that? To forgive his omega for given himself to another. What's more, while in heat. Levi opened himself up to this man like no other, offering him what only two instinct-driven bodies can share. And he was impregnated. Not by him, but by someone else. And he, Eren, agreed to raise this son. The son of another alpha.

He's almost ashamed of that. Of having accepted. Of staying, in spite of everything.

He told no one. Not his family, not his friends. He just can't. Because he knows what they'd say: « Get out. Leave your omega. Leave that slut. He's not your son, get out. Go make a life for yourself with another omega. »

But Eren... it's not what he wants.

He could have left. How many times had the idea crossed his mind, the temptation to abandon this life, this pain, this man who had broken something inside him? But he didn't give in.

Because loving Levi is a part of him that he can't deny. He loves his family more than anything, no matter how deformed.

So yes, he accepts. He puts up with it. He lets Armin play, laugh, blossom, without ever showing him how it's all devouring him from the inside.

For two hours, he has to put up with this charade. Watching his son play with the daughter of a man he can't stand, a man he hates with every fiber of his being. Two hours to contain this rage that's just waiting to explode, to mask this pain.

Isn't he already a good husband, a good father, for all this things? To put up with the unbearable, again and again, just for them, for this family he's desperately trying to preserve?

Levi snaps him out of his thoughts by stepping gently towards him, looking hesitant, almost pleading. As if he wanted to ask for something.

Eren squints his eyes, his heart still heavy from his reflections, and almost assaults him, his tone harsh.

“What do you want?”

Levi looks down, staring at his fingers, which he twists nervously. He looks like a kid caught at fault. As if he'd done something stupid.

Of course he has. Fucking hell.

Eren feels anger rising in him again, ready to explode, but he forces himself to remain still, looking at him with a mixture of contempt and weariness. Levi finally straightens his head, his voice barely a whisper.

“Can you give me a kiss?”

A kiss? Seriously? Really, he's fucking with him? Is that it?

Eren grits his teeth, bites the inside of his cheek to keep from answering what he's really thinking. Anger fights against that part of him that wants to give in, that wants to give him what he's asking for.

But why? Why does Levi think it's so simple? That it's enough to erase everything else?

Eren finally gives in. Without ceremony, he grabs Levi by the neck and slaps a quick, vulgar kiss on his forehead. It's nothing, a trifle, but clearly enough to delight Levi.

Levi blushes instantly, so much so that even the tip of his nose turns scarlet. He thanks him in one breath, as if the gesture were a huge favor. Then, without wasting any time, he bends down to take Armin in his arms. Their son, who had been sitting on the floor, concentrating on a drool-soaked drawing on the floor, lets out a joyful little cry. Levi then goes back upstairs, probably to get ready with Armin.

Eren freezes for a moment, staring at the staircase where they've disappeared. He sighs heavily before turning away, heading for the living room. He drops onto the sofa with a grunt, picking up the joystick from the coffee table. He turns on the TV and restarts his game of « Elden Ring ».

The game starts up, and immediately he concentrates, his mind absorbed by the challenge on the screen.

“Damn, that damn boss again!” He grumbles in a low voice as he straightens slightly on the sofa, fingers clenched on the controller. A failed dodge, and he rants even more. “Shit! It's not possible, there's a lag, that's for sure!”

Despite his grunts and occasional swearing, he felt good. There, in that moment, he feels like himself, far from expectations and tensions. The game allows him to release the pressure, even if the adrenalin rises every time he comes close to defeat.

The minutes tick by. Eren prays almost silently that Levi won't come downstairs just yet. Half an hour. Just half an hour of peace and quiet, a respite to play. His brows furrow as he finally manages to inflict a critical blow.

“Here, take this, motherfucker.” He shouts against the screen, a smile forming on his lips.

It's brief, it's nothing, but it's enough to lighten a little the weight that's constantly crushing his chest.

Eren continues to play, absorbed by his screen, his fingers furiously hitting the buttons on the controller. He grunts at each failure, cursing again and again as time seems to fly by without him noticing.

“Go on, fucking move!” He grumbles as the enemy dodges his attack.

He's so immersed in his game that at first he only faintly hears the small steps behind him, followed by lighter ones. But he doesn't care. Frustration consumes him, and he lets his anger at the game get the better of him. Eventually, however, a familiar sound captures his attention. Footsteps nearby.

“Damn it, Armin, move!” He doesn't even stop playing, his eyes still glued to the screen.

But Armin doesn't move. On the contrary, he stands there, right in front of him, a proud smile glued to his lips, his eyes sparkling.

“Fuck!” Eren looks up at the last moment, frustrated not to have seen the boss pounce on him.

Armin, indifferent to his father's anger, slowly spins around, all proud. His new white T-shirt, with a drawing of a small dog playing with a bone, looks bigger than he is. His son's blue jeans fit perfectly, pulled up to his belly, and his hair is neatly styled, a parting perfectly drawn to the side.

Eren doesn't even see the play monster hurtling towards him. The fatal blow arrives, and he loses.

“No, what the hell?!” He throws the controller onto the sofa, his anger exploding once more.

Then he calms down, his breathing slower. He looks at his son, who continues to circle him, all smiles, his face beaming. Eren sighs, runs a hand over his face, before straightening up and looking into his eyes.

“Yes, Armin, I saw your shirt.” His voice is softer, but his tone remains dry. “Class, hm?” He watches Armin with an air of admiration tinged with fatigue, before smiling in spite of himself.

Eren rises from the sofa, stretching, his muscles tense after spending a while grumbling about his game. He sighs and looks around before searching for Levi.

“Right, and where's my husband? Isn't he showing me his outfit?” He asks with a smirk, his tone teasing.

Levi, shy as usual, stands there, almost motionless by the stairs. He seems to hesitate for a moment before stepping forward, his steps silent but sure. Eren stares at him, a slight smile still hanging on his lips.

“Hey, baby, don't you spin?” He laughs, in a mocking tone.

Levi, embarrassed but amused, laughs and spins around, his movements graceful. His pretty black hair floats around him, catching the light, almost like a dance. His burgundy T-shirt fits perfectly around his slim waist, and his shorts, which stop mid-thigh, show off his slender legs to best advantage. Despite his slim figure, his little buttocks are perfectly shaped, molded into the fabric.

Hmmm...

Eren nods to himself, as if to confirm a thought that crosses his mind: yeah, his omega is hot. He sometimes wonders if it isn't that, a little, that still keeps him here, in this house with him, despite everything.

Levi, seeing Eren's gaze, smiles at him, a radiant smile, one of those smiles that light up his face and make his eyes shine. He waits for a compliment, an acknowledgement, a word from Eren.

And, against all odds, Eren feels his cheeks heat up, a warmth he can't suppress.

No, it's not just his looks. What ties him to Levi is that smile, that sincere, fleeting but precious smile. It's also that kindness he exudes, that devotion, his gentle gestures, the way he looks at him, offering him everything he has, even in his fragility.

Despite everything he carries inside him, despite his resentment, he loves him. So much.

“Nice ass.” Eren drops this without really thinking, like a reflex, a crude compliment, but enough to make Levi's eyes sparkle. He looks down for a moment, then raises his head to give him a slightly more critical look, as if he'd just realized something. “On the other hand, you can keep your outfit because you're home, you know that, right? Your shorts are too short. Out of the question to wear those outside, hm. You can be a whore here, for me. But that's it.”

Levi, clearly pleased despite the remark, brushes his hair back awkwardly, a shy smile on his lips. He glances at Armin, who's trying to discreetly swipe Eren's controller, ignoring the scene between his parents.

“Darling... your language.” Levi murmurs, a little embarrassed, his cheeks pink. He tries to reframe the situation, but Eren can see how fulfilled he is, his heart softening just a little as he sees the effect it has on him.

Eren smiles, a smile that seems more natural this time, but it slowly fades. His eyes rest on the bruises on Levi's body. But he says nothing. He just sighs to himself, folding his thoughts into a corner of his head. He'd rather save it for later.

The morning passes quietly, almost silently. Levi, as usual, is busy in the kitchen, making sure everything is ready for lunch. He cuts the vegetables with almost mechanical precision, his movements precise and fluid, as if he can't stop, as if he wants to make sure everything is perfect.

Eren is sitting on the sofa, concentrating on his game. Armin sits on his lap, absorbed by the screen, his little hands tapping frantically on the controller. Despite his internal frustrations, Eren concentrates on the game, both frustrated by the difficulty of certain passages and amused by his son's determination.

“Dad, look! I'm gonna win!” Armin exclaims, his eyes shining with excitement.

Eren smiles, even if it's only a distracted smile.

“Go on, darling, show me what you can do.”

Levi, a little further away, takes care of preparing lunch, his gestures meticulous as always. He seems to be in his element, and Eren watches him briefly, noticing once again his husband's quiet efficiency.

Once lunch is ready, Levi calls them over, and Armin jumps off his lap and runs impatiently to the table. The meal unfolds in relative calm, with the sounds of everyday life in the background. Armin eats quickly, not wanting to lose a minute of his concentration on Eren's game.

Eren just eats, grimacing in exaggerated disgust like a brat, displeased that his husband has decided to prepare stir-fried vegetables.

"Damn, this is disgusting. Tonight, I want fries, and a brownie for dessert, with a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top." Eren chews loudly, looking disgusted.

"Okay, my love. I'm sorry, but you know, vegetables are good for your health."

Ugh.

After lunch, Levi rises, taking Armin in his arms.

“Come on, sweetie, it's nap time.” He says softly, his voice calm and comforting, as always.

Armin, though reluctant, lets his father take him away, a slight smile on his lips, though the little hand is still searching for the game controller.

Eren watches him go, a distracted look on his face, then lets himself be engulfed in his game again, hoping to have a few minutes' peace before reality catches up with him.

Once their son has gone to bed, Levi slowly makes his way downstairs, slipping into the living room discreetly, as if he didn't want to disturb anything. He stands for a moment in front of the sofa, waiting for a sign, a permission to settle down.

Eren, concentrating on his game, doesn't notice him at first. But as he pauses in his game, he catches sight of Levi staring at him silently.

Eren can't help but roll his eyes, before returning to his screen. Levi, for his part, sports his childish pout.

“I promise I won't talk!” Levi says, miming an imaginary lock on his lips.

Eren smiles, almost imperceptibly, and pats the seat next to him. Levi settles there immediately, looking satisfied.

Barely seated, Levi opens his mouth, his promise already broken.

“Just, can you turn it down a bit?”

Eren looks up, exasperated, but violently grabs the remote and lowers the volume, without another word. He returns to his game, grimacing as he notices he's lost yet again. Levi, meanwhile, squirms a little beside him, visibly agitated. He curls his legs under him and starts playing with his toes, as if trying to relax.

“Did you enjoy spending the heat with me?” He finally asks, his voice soft, almost shy.

Eren sighs deeply, glancing furtively at Levi without looking away from the screen.

“Weren't you supposed to keep your mouth shut?” He replies dryly.

Levi laughs softly, lowering his head, a disarming smile on his face.

“Hmm, yes.” His voice fades to a whisper.

Eren continues to play, focused on the screen. Minutes pass, and Levi, increasingly clingy, moves closer to him, desperately seeking a scrap of attention. He glances over at Eren, watching for the slightest sign of goodwill, but Eren seems absorbed in the game.

Finally, Eren abruptly pauses the controller, his dark gaze settling on Levi.

“What, now?” Eren's tone is sharp, almost aggressive.

Levi flinches slightly at the barely contained anger in Eren's voice, but straightens, determined.

“Can we cuddle?”

“What kind of hugs?” Eren scans him up and down, a disillusioned look on his face.

“Love hugs.” Levi, with his innocent smile, moves even closer to him.

Eren lets out an annoyed sigh. He's tired of all this childishness. Levi steps forward, trying to snuggle up to him. Eren pushes him away once or twice without much conviction, but he finally gives in, without warning.
In a sudden gesture, he pulls Levi against him with such force that Levi lets out a low moan of pain. At first, Levi laughs, thinking it's just a game, but the tighter Eren squeezes, the greater the pressure.

Levi, choked by the embrace, moans again.

“My love... wait, you're hurting me.”

“It's this or nothing.” Eren, implacable, shakes him in all directions.

Eren puts his arm around Levi's neck, pretending to strangle him, but deep down, maybe he'd like to. Just to make him realize this fucking situation he's put him in. Maybe with his breath taken away, Levi would think better.

The two continue to bicker, until a doorbell rings, breaking the moment.

Eren stops abruptly, his gaze freezing. Eh? Already?

He looks at the time on the TV: thirteen thirty. What the fuck, he's already coming here, and on top of that, he's coming early?

Eren's smile quickly fades, and he feels the tension returning to him. Levi, for his part, seems equally disturbed, his smile slowly fading. They part in a heavy silence, aware that the calm has been broken and that something more important awaits them.

Instantly, Eren grabs Levi by the arm and rises, pulling him abruptly to his feet.

He's no fool. Sure, the fucking alpha can bring his daughter back to trade snot and germs with his son, but there's absolutely no way Levi's going to see him. Levi, who knows Eren and the situation well, relents, without protest.

“Fuck, hurry up!” Eren pushes Levi forward toward the stairs, pulling him so hard he stumbles.

Levi's arm, suspended by Eren, reaches out violently in an attempt to catch himself, but he loses his balance. The thud of Levi's knee hitting the steps echoes down the stairs, accompanied by his cry of pain.

“Aaaaah!” Levi's eyes fill with tears, but Eren has no time to lose.

He doesn't stop to make sure he's all right.

“Get up! Hurry up!” Without an ounce of compassion, Eren pulls him violently up the steps, pain evident on Levi's face. The latter hobbles, each step more painful than the last.

Once upstairs, Eren pushes him into the bedroom.

“You stay put, keep your mouth shut and wait for me to come back.”

Levi nods, resigned as always. He knows this routine too well, especially when Erwin brings Historia back. It's always the same, the same scene, the same tension. But today, it seems more brutal, more hurried. Levi drops onto the bed, gritting his teeth to contain his pain, and waits, as Eren has ordered.

Eren descends the stairs, his mind still clouded by anger and anxiety. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Calm.

He moves towards the front door, his heart beating a little faster as he grabs the handle. He opens the door, and there he sees him.

Erwin Smith.

The man seems to radiate quiet confidence, as always. His blue eyes, almost unreal in the sunlight, instantly capture Eren's attention. His perfectly coiffed blond hair, almost identical to his son's, seems to float lightly in the air. This fucking alpha exudes an aura of calm power, a tranquility that makes Eren uncomfortable. Erwin carries Historia in his arms, his muscles taut beneath the white shirt, and his broad, solid thighs are perfectly molded into his denim Bermuda shorts.

Damn.

Eren immediately feels inferior, a thought he hates as much as he dreads it, but never manages to chase away. If Levi were to see this alpha again, Eren is convinced he'd go with him, without hesitation. He knows it, he feels it. Erwin is everything Eren is not, and this certainty slowly consumes him, a poison that eats away at every part of his mind. Levi could only prefer Erwin to him.

That's why he's so keen on sports. He claims it's to let off steam, and, yes, he likes to feel the tension escape after a session. But deep down, he knows, he exhausts himself for one reason only: to measure up. To measure up to Erwin Smith.

And, holy shit, he's not even close.

He takes another breath, straightens up, puffs out his chest, and tries to mask the agitation eating away at him.

“Hello, Erwin.”

The blond nods, his smile still present, but his eyes shining with that calm coldness Eren knows all too well.

“Hello, Eren. I'm a little early, Historia was in a hurry. Right, my princess? Do you mind, Eren?” Little Historia, perched in his arms, nods in agreement, looking at Eren with obvious reserve. She adjusts her white floral dress and pink cardigan, hiding a little behind her father.

Eren, a little embarrassed by the little girl's attitude, throws out curtly.

“It bothers me. But hey, leave her be. Armin's still asleep, I'll wake him up.”

Erwin puts Historia down, and the little girl clings to his leg.

“Okay, kitten, you'll be good, no nonsense. You're nice and polite, hm?” He leans toward her, murmuring instructions she nods without really paying attention, already leaning toward the door in search of Armin.

Eren stares at Erwin as he straightens up, an ironic smile forming on his lips. But before he can say anything, Erwin cuts him off.

“Eren, could you stop using bad language in front of my daughter, by the way? Last time, she called her mother a...” He looks discreetly at Historia to make sure she's not listening. “...A slut...”

Eren bursts out laughing, clapping his hands.

“Aaaaah, I swear these kids. Me, mine, he calls me « shithead » when he's angry.” But Erwin doesn't smile. His gaze remains serious, almost hard. “Yeah, yeah...Well. I'll be careful.”

Erwin nods, seeming to want to leave, but stays for a moment, as if waiting for something. He looks around, making sure there's nothing to add. Eren stands there, his eyes fixed on Erwin, and he knows exactly what's going on.

Erwin doesn't leave immediately. Eren senses he's waiting for something. He stands there, as if looking for an excuse not to leave, to see Armin. This is typical of Erwin. He always finds a reason to hang around, always an excuse to observe Armin, a little too closely, a little too often.

The silence that settles in becomes tiresome.

“Okay. See you later, sweetheart.” Finally, Erwin decides to leave. He gives the door one last glance, probably making sure he's far enough away not to see what's going on inside, before walking away.

Erwin doesn't go far. He hides nearby, probably parked a few meters from the house, out of sight. He's an alpha, after all. He doesn't leave his daughter here without feeling nervous. He waits for time to pass, staying close enough for him to sense the slightest danger. Eren knows this all too well.

So he closes the door, still a little nervous.

Historia sits down on the carpet and takes off her sandals, which she places neatly lined up beside her. Eren doesn't quite know what to say, scratching his head.

“Hey... you okay?” He tries to strike up a conversation, but fortunately Historia is quite talkative.

“Can I look at the figurines?” She smiles with all her teeth, stomping on the spot, excited by the idea.

Eren nods and moves toward the stairs.

“Levi! Wake up Armin, the kid's here.”

“Coming!” Levi shouts from upstairs.

Meanwhile, Eren takes Historia's hand and guides her near the cupboard where all Levi's crystal figurines are carefully stored. As she approaches the shelf, he stops her dead in her tracks.

“Hands off.”

“Levi, he's lets me!” Historia stamps her foot in frustration.

Eren raises his eyebrows, puzzled.

“Oh yeah? Well, listen... you can touch a figurine. But promise me that when you get home, you'll tell your mom she's a fat cunt. That should make her happy.”

This is Eren's personal little revenge. Teaching Erwin's child swear words. A derisory revenge, against this alpha who, overnight, shattered his life. But then...

The little girl, obviously not very difficult to convince, nods vigorously.

“All right!”

Eren gently opens the wardrobe. Historia, her eyes shining with excitement, picks up the ladybug figurine, admiring every detail with wonder.

Levi comes downstairs with Armin, pacifier still in mouth. As soon as he sees Historia, he throws his pacifier at Levi, fidgeting like a little boy who doesn't want to be picked up. The little one, overexcited, drops the figurine she was holding and, in a clumsy leap, the ladybug breaks into several pieces.

Levi, distraught, sets Armin down on the floor and rushes over to the broken figurine.

“No!” He shouts, panic overtaking him.

Eren quickly intervenes, grabbing the girl by the arms to pull her away from the shards of glass.

“Sorry, sorry Levi!” Historia immediately apologizes, her eyes full of remorse. “Not on purpose! Sorry!”

Levi forces herself to remain calm, but the sadness is evident in his voice.

“It's... it's nothing, darling. Don't you worry about a thing. Go and play with Armin, hm?” He offers her a reassuring smile despite the disappointment he feels.

The little one scurries away, ready to go and play. Eren stands next to Levi, watching his husband carefully pick up the shards of glass.

“Uh... she told me you let her play with it.” Eren whispers, a little embarrassed. “Why do you let her play with your figurines, and Armin doesn't? Don't get attached to the child of the man you cheated on me with.”

“I... I let her, but I watch her, Eren...” Levi, tears in his eyes, suppresses a sob. “Normally, she's delicate. And you know, Armin is...a boy. He just wants to pick fights with it.”

“Hey, oh, you should've come down faster. And Armin gets to play with it, if you let the other jerk's kid do it.” Eren approaches him, seeing that Levi is starting to cut himself with the pieces. “Stop it, you'll hurt yourself.”

He gently pulls him over to the sink to clean the small cuts. Levi, trembling, starts to cry. Eren sighs, a little annoyed, but still concerned.

“Come on, stop crying. I'll buy you another one, okay?”

Levi doesn't answer, just bows his head, tears still in his eyes.

“Hey, stop whining, you're not five.” Eren, a little gentler, strokes his cheek, wanting to reassure him. “I'll even buy you two, will you? And just like that, you'll stop crying like a baby? Come on, you're embarrassing me now.”

And, strangely, Levi regains his smile, a little too quickly to be totally innocent.

“Two... in addition to the ladybug.” Levi speaks softly, his pout still present, but his voice playful.

Eren bursts out laughing. Levi knows exactly how to play his vulnerability to get what he wants.

“No, two, and a bonus spanking!” He gently slaps his bottom before laughing. “Well, go take care of the kids now.”

There you go.

Now he'll have to ruin himself again to console his husband.

Before, Eren had lived for himself, without having to worry about everything he stood to lose. But now, everything is different. Every gesture, every decision has become a compromise. A way of preserving a fragile balance, a peace he dreads seeing crumble.

Really, Erwin doesn't realize how much he's caused, how much he's upset by his mere existence. And it's not just about figurines.

No, it's much deeper than that. It's this oppressive feeling, this incessant need to repair, to compensate.

As if Eren had to prove that he still deserved the life he'd been forced to forge.

Chapter Text

Three months have passed since his last heat.

Summer reigns supreme, stifling, but Levi took advantage of the precarious coolness of dawn to get to work on the stove. He got up at five o'clock, unable to lie down any longer. He hardly slept at all, as is often the case, but that's okay. He has a good excuse today.

Eren celebrates his thirtieth birthday.

Levi is busy in the kitchen, concentrating. The cake is already in the oven, a chocolate-hazelnut mix, simple but tasty, because Eren doesn't like overly elaborate desserts. Next to it, a plate of thin pancakes is neatly stacked, their sweet, comforting smell filling the room.
He's also prepared fresh fruit, cut into regular pieces: mango, strawberries, kiwi, and a few blueberries for color. The toast toasts slowly toast, and a jar of honey sits in the center of the table, accompanied by homemade jams.

He glances down at the table. It's beautifully laid, but bare. No gifts. Levi would have liked to give him something - even something modest - but Omega's small pension at home doesn't allow him to splurge. And Eren... Eren wouldn't have allowed it anyway. He flatly refuses to let Levi spend money on him.

Levi bites his lip as he adjusts the bouquet of flowers he's picked from the garden. This will be his only gift: a carefully prepared breakfast and a few flowers in a vase. Part of him worries that it's not enough. Another murmurs that Eren probably won't care.

The heat from the oven begins to fill the room. Levi wipes away a drop of sweat that slides down his temple and turns back to the coffee pot. He hesitates for a moment, cup in hand. Will Eren want to drink it now, or later?

He heaves a restless sigh and places the cup on the counter.

The house is silent. Armin is still asleep and Eren... Levi doesn't know. Maybe still in bed or on his phone.

“It'll be all right.” He murmurs to himself, more to convince himself than anything else.

Yet deep down, anguish gnaws at him. Will all this be enough to make Eren happy?

Levi sits up slowly, one hand on his stomach, trying to calm the nausea that grips his throat. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment, then resumes his work in silence. Once breakfast is ready, he looks at the clock: 9:00 am.

Everything is perfect. Levi removes his apron and heads upstairs. His outfit has been ready since the day before: beige shorts and a light-blue short-sleeved shirt. Something simple, but something he knows Eren will like.

In the shower, hot water glides over his skin. Levi methodically scrubs his body, his mind a little elsewhere. His thoughts wander from Eren to the birthday party and everything else he hopes to make perfect for the day.

After washing up, Levi quickly dries off, puts on his outfit and cleans up thoroughly behind him. But just as he's about to leave the room, a wave of heat rises, followed by dizziness. Levi leans over the toilet, and nausea finally takes over.

He vomits, his body trembling slightly. Panting, he leans against the edge of the toilet for a moment, his eyes half-closed.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and the door opened without warning.

Eren.

Levi straightens his head quickly and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Sorry, love,” Levi murmurs in a weak, almost broken voice, not daring to look up. “I didn't want you to witness this, for your birthday wake-up call...”

But Eren doesn't answer. He approaches silently, kneels beside him, and puts his arms around Levi, taking him gently by the waist. His fingers glide over his belly, a tender gesture, calm, yet terribly sure.

“He's here, my birthday present.”

Levi freezes, his heart racing in his chest, a shiver running through his body.

Three months. Three months of life growing inside him.

Yes, Levi is pregnant. They've done it. He's done it. But the emotion that overwhelms him is not just pride. It's also a fragility he's never wanted to show. A mixture of fear and the desire to do everything for Eren, to make him proud.

His hands tremble slightly, and he looks down, as if he doesn't want Eren to see how vulnerable he is. Because behind this victory, there have been so many moments of doubt, of silent tears in the solitude of his thoughts.
The nausea, the fatigue, the anguish of not measuring up, of failing to satisfy him, to be the one Eren expected. And yet, he held on. For Eren. Because that's all he wants. To please him, to prove to him that he's capable, that he's not just a silent shadow in his life.

“You did it, Levi.” Eren murmurs in a soft voice, but there's a gleam of pride in his eyes that pierces Levi's fragility.

Levi feels almost overwhelmed, this pressure hanging over him since the beginning of this pregnancy. He feels vulnerable. And proud. And exhausted. But most of all, he finally feels that what he's done, what he carries inside him, is real.

He keeps his eyes downcast, his lips pressed together so as not to let his emotions escape. But this time, he can't hold them back any longer.

“I just... I just wanted to make you happy, Eren.” His voice breaks on the last words, and he feels almost ashamed, as if his own weakness might spoil everything he's done.

Eren, seeing the struggle in Levi's eyes, gently takes his face in his hands and forces him to look at him.

“That's good, Levi.”

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, letting a tear escape despite himself. This is all he wanted. For Eren to see what he'd done for him. He allows himself to smile, a fragile, hesitant, but sincere smile. A smile for himself and for Eren, a smile of discreet but deep pride. He has succeeded. For himself. For them.

Eren straightened up, patting him gently on the head as one would a small puppy.

“Well, when you're done puking, I want my birthday breakfast. You've already prepared everything, haven't you?”

“Of course, darling. I'll wash up my face and be right over.” Levi nods, a faint smile escaping his lips despite himself.

Eren gives him a quick smile before turning on his heels, and it's then that Levi notices that Eren is completely naked. A flush of red instantly rises to his cheeks, the memory of the previous night striking his mind sharply.

Since Levi became pregnant, Eren has been taking suppressant. Levi's gynecologist, Hange, has advised them, as they can't take the risk of Eren going into a rut, knowing that Levi wouldn't be able to handle it in his condition. At first, Eren refused, as he did with his first pregnancy. He didn't like the idea of repressing his alpha nature, of stifling it. But Hange always found the right arguments to convince Eren.

Yet, strangely enough, despite the absence of rutting, Eren's libido has increased tenfold. True, his ruts don't get triggered, but there's not a night when Levi doesn't sit on his lap for an hour, letting Eren empty himself into him, unabashedly. This creates a strange mixture of pleasure and frustration for Levi, who can no longer grasp exactly what he's feeling.

But he knows that, somehow, he's satisfying Eren.

Lost in thought, Levi runs cold water over his face, trying to chase away the nausea, but also the pressure of the day ahead.

Today, they have to go through the ultrasound for his third month of pregnancy. Normally, they should be able to find out the baby's sex. Levi secretly dreams of a girl. Eren, on the other hand, dreams of a boy.
As usual, they're never on the same wavelength. Levi sometimes finds himself imagining what a little girl could bring to their lives, but he knows that this desire is just a dream, a little ray of sunshine that lights up his thoughts.

After the ultrasound, they are invited to Eren's parents' home to celebrate his birthday. And in the evening, Eren has planned a party with his friends to celebrate. In other words, even three months pregnant, Levi doesn't have a moment's peace.

He takes a breath, straightens up, then heads for Armin's room to pick him up.

The little one is obviously already awake, his pacifier in his mouth, the room barely lit by the morning's timid rays.

“Good morning, baby.” Levi kneels beside Armin's bed, a slight smile on his lips. “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?”

But Armin doesn't answer. Eyebrows furrowed, he's busy scuffling with his stuffed animals, tossing them left and right without a care in the world around him. Levi reaches out to remove Armin's pacifier, but the little one doesn't let go and turns to ignore him.

“Hey, kitten, why so grumpy? It's Daddy's birthday today,” Levi murmurs, trying to get his attention, but Armin rolls over in bed, hiding under the covers with a little growl.

Levi raises his eyebrows, a fond but slightly worried smile forming on his face.

“Eh, sweetheart? Don't you want to give your pretty drawings to Daddy?” He tries one last time, hoping that the idea of giving Eren a present will snap him out of his little world.

Levi struggles to his feet, his tired figure shrugging painfully, then heads for Armin's little table. If, on top of what's already shaping up to be a long, hard day, Armin has decided to pull a face, it's going to be even harder to deal with. But he has no choice. He has to manage it all to make this day special, even if everything seems a little heavier than usual.

Armin finally gets up from his bed, while walking over to Levi near the desk.

“I've done two drawings for Daddy.” He announces proudly, his eyes shining with childlike excitement.
Levi lets out a sigh of relief. He bends down to retrieve Armin from his arms and adjusts his T-shirt, which serves as his pajamas, revealing the boy's tiny briefs. The heat is rising, and Levi guesses that this is probably one of the reasons why Armin is getting impatient so quickly this morning.

“Yes, kitten, they're very nice.” Levi brushes his fingertips over his son's two ugly drawings, an amused but also slightly nervous smile on his lips.

Obviously, as a father, Levi finds these drawings perfect. But objectively speaking... What are they, exactly? Humans? Sharks? A house... and animals, maybe. And... didn't he draw a turd there? Levi wonders if Eren will be able to pretend to appreciate this gift.

“Give!” Armin reaches his little hands toward the drawings, and Levi hands them to him, taking advantage of this moment of concentration to cuddle against him.

He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in the scent of his baby, a scent still sweet, though slightly mingled with morning sweat. He gently tickles his chubby little thighs, hugging them tenderly before heading downstairs to the living room. It's going to be a long day, but for now, he's enjoying this quiet moment with his son.

When Levi finally arrives downstairs, he notices that Eren is already stuffing his face, now dressed only in his boxer shorts. His hair, full of sweat, is plastered to his forehead, falling limply over his shoulders.

“Hey, love, you could have waited for us.” Levi drops Armin to the floor, who rushes over to his excited dad.

“That looked so good. And it's my birthday, I do what I want.” Eren responds in a defiant voice, continuing to chew noisily on his pancakes, topping them with whatever he can grab.

Levi can't help but smile, but that smile quickly fades as he watches Eren devour the breakfast, oblivious of all his effort. He'd spent hours preparing every detail, trying to make this morning special, hoping it would touch Eren, hoping he'd see how much he'd given of himself. But once again, Levi felt invisible, his efforts swallowed up in indifference.

“Wait, sweetheart, I baked you a cake too.” He swallows, hoping that the cake, perhaps, would succeed where the pancakes failed. A gift made with his own hands, a sign of his love.

He heads for the oven, taking out the cake. But, on his way back to the table, he notices Armin, all excited, approaching Eren with his drawings.

“For you, Dad! Birthday!” He shouts in excitement, his little face beaming, having no idea how much effort Levi had put into this morning, into everything he'd done to try and make the day special.

Eren picked up Armin's drawings without paying any real attention to them, still immersed in his pancakes.

“Armin, darling, what did you draw there?” He asks in a distracted, barely interested tone, before placing the drawings on the table and taking his son in his arms.

Levi freezes for a moment, his heart a little heavier. Armin explains his drawings enthusiastically, but Levi can't concentrate on the details. He can barely hear them. He just smiles, a smile without warmth, without real joy.

He feels so insignificant at this moment, his heart in tatters at every burst of laughter from Armin and every word from Eren, who notices nothing, sees nothing.

“Well, that's a shark, that's me, and that's you, Dad, with hair. And this... is a house.” Armin continues to explain his drawings, but Levi feels almost transparent.

He'd gone to so much trouble to arrange everything, to make it perfect, to make Eren feel loved. But nothing seems to work. Eren doesn't even notice his effort. He's there, so far away from him, even when he's smiling, even when he's playing with their son.

Levi rests his eyes on the cake, his fingers trembling as he places the candles. Each gesture, each movement seems heavier than the last. He doesn't need to look at Eren to know that he won't see what he's done. He knows that, as always, his love seems too invisible, too insignificant for Eren to notice.

He's always there, always doing his best, but Eren always seems in another world, a world where Levi can't reach him.

Levi instinctively touches his belly, feeling a gentle warmth emanating from the place where the child is growing up. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to hold on to the one thing that seems to bring him comfort.
He hoped that this little being, this child, might understand his love, all that he had sacrificed for his family, for Eren. Perhaps it was in this innocence, in this unconditional love of a child, that Levi could finally find a form of validation, of recognition that he never got from his husband.

He dreamed of the day when Eren would look at him, really look at him, and see the depth of all he felt for him, for Armin, for their family. Perhaps this child, this fragile, pure being growing inside him, would be the one who could heal this emptiness inside him, fill this lack of affection and recognition.

Suddenly, his gesture of caressing his belly seemed to attract Eren's attention. He looks up, noticing Levi deep in thought.

“Baby, does your tummy hurt?” Eren asks, while bouncing Armin on his thighs.

Levi flinches slightly, as if snapped out of his reverie, then shakes his head.

“No...” But, deep down, he wonders what would happen if Eren knew. If Levi confessed that he felt a slight pain, that he was fed up, that he felt tired of this role of always giving without return. Would Eren finally care about him, listen to him for once? “Well...a little. I've got a bit of a stomach ache...” His voice broke slightly as he said the words, a feeling of exhaustion weighing on him.

Immediately, Eren rises, carrying Armin in his arms, and pulls up a chair near the table.

“Sit down. Have a rest.”

Levi nods, grateful, but blushing slightly, embarrassed to have lied. He sits down, letting himself rest against the back of the chair, feeling as if this small gesture of attention is a balm on a wound that is still gaping.

“Thank you.” He murmurs, eyes downcast. Then, in a fit of wanting to be useful, to prove to Eren again that he's there for him, he tries to talk to him. “Eren, did you see the flowers I picked for you?”

Eren finally seems to notice the bouquet sitting on the table.

“Yeah. Is that why we're bothering to make a nice garden, so you can rip everything out like a kid?” He smiles, but his tone is a little mocking, as if he really doesn't understand what's so special about that.

Levi smiles weakly, a hint of sadness in his eyes. But, as always, he swallows his feelings to keep them from bursting out. He prefers to pretend, to act as if everything's fine, as if he's not broken inside.

“I just wanted to show you I was thinking about you.” He speaks in a low voice, almost more to himself than to Eren.

“Hmm...what's my cake like?” Eren tenderly strokes Levi's cheek, a gentle gesture that, while comforting, doesn't reach the bottom of Levi's heart.

Levi responds instantly, pride bursting in his voice.

“Chocolate hazelnut. Just the way you like it. Icing's in the fridge.” He'd put so much care into this cake, it was a small gift, a way of expressing everything he felt, but deep down, he doubted it would mean anything to Eren.

But before he had time to get up and retrieve the icing, Eren stopped him with a gesture.

“Get some rest. Tonight you've got work to do.”

Levi sighs, deeply tired. Of course, he knows it. Eren wants him to be at his disposal tonight, for his birthday party with his friends. It's always the same. He's never had a break, never had time to breathe. He's there for everyone else, but no one seems to care about him. Eren doesn't see that he's exhausting himself trying to please, trying to fill a void that only grows larger every day.

“Obviously. Can you pick up the icing then, please? And a lighter for your candles?” But all he feels is an immense weight weighing down on his shoulders, a sense of emptiness that can never be filled. And, despite his efforts, despite his love, he wonders how much longer he can go on like this.

Levi picks Armin up in his arms, his little body already restless, ready to spring into action. The child immediately leans over the table, his dirty little hands digging his fingers into the jam jar, spilling a little everywhere. Levi sighs, a mixture of tenderness and frustration. He grabs Armin gently and pulls him away from the jar, cleaning the little boy's fingers while inwardly cursing himself.

He knew this morning was likely to turn out this way, but the hope of a slightly more perfect moment persisted, despite everything.

As for Eren, he opened the fridge with disarming indifference, searching for the icing without taking the slightest notice of the details around him. Levi watches without a word, even though a dull irritation takes hold of him. He loves him, but sometimes he wonders why Eren never really seems to see all that he does for him, for their family.

“Is that the big bowl full of melted chocolate?” Eren asks, as if it's not obvious. Levi rolls his eyes silently.

“Yes, my love. Is it still soft, or does it need microwaving?”

Eren dips his finger into the bowl without any embarrassment, testing it nonchalantly.

“It's fine.” He abruptly closes the fridge and, without an ounce of delicacy, spills the melted chocolate onto the cake.

Levi watches helplessly as the icing spills haphazardly, half of it falling to the side of the cake. This isn't how he'd imagined it. It's not as he'd hoped. All his hard work, all the hours spent preparing this cake with care, are literally destroyed in an instant by Eren's brusque, careless gesture.

Levi bites his lip, holding back the rising tears, feeling frustration invade every fiber of his being. He's worked so hard to make this moment perfect. But all he can see is Eren ruining it without even realizing it. He wants to scream, he wants to shout, but he just smiles, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

He turns to Armin, hoping that the child, in his innocence, doesn't notice the sadness in his eyes. He holds his son a little tighter to him, trying to concentrate on him, on what's going well. But everything around him seems to be falling apart. The efforts, the sacrifices, all for nothing. Not even a glance, not even a word of recognition. And yet, he smiles. Because that's all he knows how to do.

“It's all right, my love.” He murmurs softly to Armin, as if to convince himself that it wasn't that important.

But deep down, he knows that this moment, the one he'd dreamed of so long, has already evaporated. And he doesn't even know if he's still capable of dreaming of another moment when he'd feel truly seen, truly loved.

Levi stands there, his heart clenched, as Eren begins to cut the cake without so much as a thought for the candles. He's about to react, but before he can say a word, he thinks better of it. Everything has become so disappointing, so ordinary, like a routine he can't break.

“Darling, don't you want to light your candles?” He asks, still hoping for a little attention, for that small gesture that would mark Eren's birthday.

But Eren shrugs, totally indifferent.

“No, we don't care about that.” Eren's answer hurts, but Levi doesn't let it show. He strives to maintain the illusion of harmony, even though everything seems to be slipping through his fingers.

“But... you have to make a wish.” Levi insists, his voice soft, but tinged with a touch of sadness he can no longer hide.

Eren stares at him for a moment, then says, without the slightest emotion.

“Well, I want the kid in your gut to be a boy.” He laughs at his own joke. He pretends to blow out the candles, without even lighting them, to give the illusion of a gesture he doesn't want to make. Then, as if he didn't care, he starts slicing the cake.

Armin, not having grasped the implication, slaps Levi's belly violently, as if to emphasize Eren's words.

“Boy, boy!” Armin seems to be playing, not realizing the impact these words have on Levi. But the latter, in spite of himself, laughs softly, a laugh that sounds empty and bitter.

“Is it really, kitten? Do you want a little brother?” Levi asks, his heart clenching. Armin, with the innocence of his young age, nods vigorously, while continuing his nonsense on the table.

Levi loses himself in thought, watching Armin as he continues to play, oblivious to the tense atmosphere around him. He thinks, once again, about the child he's carrying. He always wanted another child, yes, but it was Eren who initiated this one.

It was his obsession. To have his heritage, his true heritage, without an alpha intruder to skew his lineage. A child of his own, flesh of his own flesh, a direct extension of himself. For Eren, this was a quest more important than anything else, to prove his parentage, to mark his territory.

Levi would have liked this to be his desire too, to share this need to have another child, to give their family another chance. But no, it wasn't really his idea. It was Eren, with his insistence, his almost possessive will to make sure their child would be his, his, without compromise.
Levi wondered if this was Eren's way of redefining the bond they had, of solidifying it, of marking it in a way he considered more tangible. Perhaps, deep down, this child would be what finally united them completely.

But this child he's carrying now, this other baby, the one Eren wanted so badly, is different. This one, perhaps, would finally represent the purity of what Eren desired. A child who would be Eren's true legacy. But Levi can't help wondering if this child could one day be more than just a symbol for Eren.

If, beyond this obsession with lineage, Eren will truly be able to see this baby as the fruit of both their loves.

Eren has been making efforts since Levi's pregnancy, trying to show more tenderness, to be more present, but often these gestures, while acceptable, seem tinged with the idea of duty rather than a sincere desire to be attentive to Levi. He tries to do a little more around the house, like washing dishes - but only when it doesn't take more than three minutes, without forgetting to say : « Have you seen what I've done for you? An alpha isn't supposed to do the dishes. »

It's an effort, for sure. But it's also a kind of misplaced pride, a way of minimizing his own acts of kindness, of making them less genuine.

Levi wonders if this child won't simply be Eren's way of filling a void he's always felt. Levi expects something more, something deeper and more sincere, but he realizes that perhaps he'll never get more than the selfless attention and gentleness he's been hoping for.

Three months. Levi tells himself it's still too early, that he has to be patient. But in the back of his mind, he wonders if things will ever really be as he hopes. If, even after the birth of this child, Eren will always see only the inheritance he desires, and not the love Levi is ready to offer.

Suddenly, Levi is drawn from his thoughts by words he's been waiting so long to hear.

“Hm... Baby, your cake is so good. That's my good little pregnant omega, isn't it?” Eren gently strokes Levi's leg under the table. A shiver of excitement runs through Levi, his cheeks blushing instantly under the compliment. Before he can reply, Eren follows up, a mocking smile on his lips. “I like your outfit. A bit slutty, but it's okay.”

Levi blushes even more, his heart beating wildly. He feels both embarrassed and overwhelmed with happiness. He can't help but smile, his mind briefly brushing over his anxieties, but they disappear almost immediately, swallowed up by the flood of happiness he feels.
Eren's compliments, even the mocking ones, have such power over him. They envelop him in a pleasant warmth, as if, for once, Eren really sees him, and not just what he wants him to be.

Letting out a slight sigh of satisfaction, Levi straightens up a little.

“My love, no obscenities... But thank you, Eren.” His voice trembles with gratitude. He feels so good right now, forgotten about everyday worries.

Armin, curious to hear the swear word, starts to fidget, but Levi reacts instinctively and plugs his little ears.

“No swear words, sweetheart.” He whispers softly in his son's ear, although he knows it won't change a thing. The little boy continues to play, carefree. But Levi is too happy to savor this attention and tenderness from Eren.

Breakfast continues, Eren finishes his plate, leaving crumbs and empty cups around him, then stands up, indifferent to the mess he leaves behind. Armin makes a mess of his breakfast, spilling jam on the table. Levi starts to clean up, trying to manage the situation and restore a little order.

As Armin continues his nonsense and Eren already turns away, Levi finds himself alone in the kitchen, overwhelmed by a feeling of heat, fatigue and perhaps a little frustration. Yet he does his best, shy smile on his lips, to make everything perfect for them. For his husband, for Armin, for this unborn child.

Levi looks at the clock: it's already past ten, and they have an appointment with the gynecologist at eleven. Time is running out, and he must hurry.

He picks up Armin, hugs him gently, and heads for the bathroom. But the door is locked. He knocks, a little nervously.

“Eren, can I come in? I need to clean Armin up.” A grunt, a muffled « Hm » from behind the door, and Levi reckons it's a yes.

He then enters, and comes upon Eren, still wet from the shower, naked, shameless, shaving. Levi pauses for a moment, admiring his husband's silhouette, but quickly looks away so as not to be distracted.

“Come on, kitten, let's get cleaned up quickly.” He says in a gentle voice, directing Armin to the tub. He starts undressing him, but as soon as Armin is naked, he starts fidgeting all over the place, obviously too hot, his cheeks all red.

Levi gasps, a little exasperated, but gently forces him into the tub.

“Come here, love, it's okay.” He settles him under the jet of water and begins to wash him quickly.

Armin's frail, cute little body trembles slightly under the cold water, but soon calms down. Levi picks up a dog-shaped washcloth and begins to gently scrub Armin's face.

“Would you like me to tell you a story, sweetheart?” He asks, as he gently massages Armin's cheeks with the glove. Armin nods, an innocent smile on his face.

“Once upon a time, there was a little wolf.” Levi begins, his voice taking on a softer tinge. “Who was very hungry, but he couldn't find anything to eat in the forest. So he went to his mommy, and asked him, 'Mommy, why can't we ever find anything good to eat here?'”

Armin looks at Levi with shining eyes, fascinated by the gestures of the washcloth, which transforms into a wolf and « howls » slightly with each movement, imitating the noise. Levi continues to narrate, creating amusing scenes.

“And the wolf mummy said: 'Little one, it's not the forest that's bad, but you have to know how to look very well. Look, over there! Look at the beautiful berries!'”

Levi mimes the action, waving the washcloth like a little wolf running through the forest. Armin bursts out laughing, waving his arms in all directions as if he were hunting berries with Levi.

“And the little wolf, all happy, rushes to the berries and eats them at full speed!” He mimes the action of munching imaginary berries with his glove. Armin laughs even harder, giggling as he tries to eat invisible berries too.

But suddenly, Eren's voice interrupts the story.

“Yeah, and then he ate some berries, but they were full of worms! The berries were teeming with larvae, and the wolf ate them straight away, without even hesitating!”

Levi, a little unsettled, turns to Eren, but tries to keep calm.

“Eren...” But Eren won't let him get a word in edgewise.

“No but seriously, imagine, the wolf, he crushed everything under his teeth, worms spilling out everywhere!” Eren continues, with a cruel smile, as if this were the most exciting part of the story. “It's disgusting, isn't it?”

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, but he doesn't let the change in the story disturb Armin. He looks at his little boy who, though a little surprised, doesn't seem too bothered by the turn of events. Levi resumes gently, trying to get the story back on track.

“Well, uh, after eating those berries, the little wolf went on his way and found a nice tree where he hid for a nap.” He then picked up the dog-shaped washcloth again, continuing to make gentle gestures to keep Armin captivated. “And there, the little wolf, all tired, closed his eyes and dreamed of beautiful things, like trees full of ripe, sweet fruit.”

But Eren didn't finish and cut him off again.

“But in his dream, he dreamed that a big boar was coming to wake him up, and the wolf, he wanted to kill it, so he jumped on the boar with his teeth, and there, everything became a bloodbath!”

Suddenly, Armin shouts.

“Disgusting, daddy !” He points at Eren, his cheeks flushed with anger. Yeah, Armin's in a real bad mood today, Levi's sure of it now. Eren leans toward the tub, annoyed.

“Hey, you, want to end up grounded?” He scolds him, without bothering to explain why.

Armin bows his head, answering nothing, but his face remains closed. Levi, a little bewildered by the agitation, grabs a towel and picks Armin up in his arms, hugging him to try to calm him down.

“Armin, Dad's right. No swearing, hm?” Levi says in his soft, but firm voice.

But Armin, growing increasingly agitated, gives him a little kick in response, before huffing.

“Shut up.”

Levi freezes. A flush of anger rises inside him.

“Armin, Dad's going to punish you. Come here!” He orders, his voice sharp, but before he can act, he's interrupted by Eren.

“No, you're not punishing him. Go and dress him.” Eren stops him in a calm but authoritative manner. Levi hesitates for a moment, not understanding why Eren is still opposing him in this way.

It was like a constant struggle between him and Eren to get control of Armin. Because neither of them really wanted to accept the truth: Levi was Armin's only biological parent.

And yet, Eren always tried to impose himself as the father, to appropriate this child almost obsessively. It was a way for him to claim this power, to show that he had the right of life or death over this child, even if he wasn't his real father. And Levi knew it.

Eren, even without saying it directly, always acted as if he was the one who decided. Levi could see it in his eyes, in his authoritative tone. It was like an attempt to make a place for himself in Armin's life, to be seen as a father, even if he wasn't really.

And this power struggle, Levi could understand the pain involved. Eren had no biological link with Armin, and this was eating away at him, hurting and destroying him, perhaps more than he let on.

Levi sighed inwardly, his heart heavy.

He doesn't like this game, but he lets Eren do it. Maybe Eren, in doing so, is simply trying to fill this gap, to prove that he belongs in this family, even if not by conventional rules. Maybe it's a way for him to show that, even if he's not Armin's father, he still has all the rights, all the control over him.

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, trying to keep his composure, then answers in a weak, almost resigned voice

“All right, Eren.” He turns to Armin, who still seems angry. “Let's get dressed and go to dad's doctor, eh?” He takes a deep breath and tries to push aside his frustration.

Levi takes Armin in his arms and whispers softly in his ear, while leading him to his room.

“My love, Daddy loves you very much. Daddy didn't mean to scold you earlier, okay? But you mustn't say bad words, hm?” Armin nods, trying to suck his thumb, and Levi holds him a little tighter, kissing him on the head.

He then drops Armin off in the bedroom, quickly dresses him in a T-shirt and denim shorts, as well as a hat, then applies sunscreen. He takes care to put on his sandals and, before leaving, he whispers to him again.

“Daddy doesn't want to scold you, but we've got to behave, okay? No crisis at daddy Levi's doctor.” Armin nods innocently, his eyes shining.

Levi carries him to the bathroom, where the door is closed again. He knocks, a little impatiently.

“Eren, my kitten. We have to leave soon...” He waits for an answer, but it's slow in coming.

Finally, he hears Eren's voice answering him with a note of annoyance.

“Go wait for me downstairs and clean up a bit on the floor while you wait. I'll be there in five minutes.”

Levi nods without question, always ready to obey. He goes downstairs in silence, grabbing the broom to do as Eren asked, not daring to think too much about the situation. He feels this frustration building up inside him, but ignores it, concentrating on his task.

When Eren finally joins him, Levi can't help but admire him. His hair is tied back, and his black jean shorts show off his muscular thighs. His white Ralph Lauren polo shirt hugs his biceps perfectly, and Levi stares at him for a moment, a deep, almost silent admiration taking hold of him.

Eren, not even paying attention to Levi's admiration, reaches over to the cabinet by the door to grab his shoes.

“Come on baby, move your ass.” His voice is as authoritative as ever.

Levi puts on his espadrilles, the ones Eren recently gave him. He finds them comfortable, but more importantly, they're a little reminder of Eren's attention, even if he doesn't always show it.

He takes Armin in his arms, the little one waving his legs with boundless energy. Levi gently calms him down, but the situation isn't simple, and Armin doesn't really seem to be in a good mood.

“Armin, stop moving, calm down.” Levi orders in a soft but authoritative voice. He holds his son a little tighter, hoping he'll calm down quickly.

Eren waits outside, the car's engine already on, ready to go. Since learning of Levi's pregnancy, he's decided to part with his sports car, the old thing that no longer fits in with his image as a responsible father.
But of course, Eren couldn't settle for just a family car. No, he treated himself to an even more imposing car, a Lamborghini Urus, a monster of power and luxury, with aggressive lines and black metallic bodywork, worthy of his status.

Once inside the car, Levi places Armin in his car seat. The little one is already crying and stamping his feet, as if refusing this new constraint. Levi sighs as he adjusts the harness.

“Armin, behave yourself.” After a few seconds, Armin is securely strapped in and Levi climbs into the passenger seat.

Eren is still waiting for them outside, his eyes fixed on his car. He savors the moment, almost stroking the center console of his vehicle, an almost satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Once he's finished admiring his car, he finally decides to climb in.

The car's engine rumbles, almost like a threat. Eren puts the car into gear, slightly ignoring Levi's presence beside him. Levi always feels a little withdrawn when they're in this car. He looks at Eren, a little distant, once they start driving.

“Honey, turn on the air conditioning please.” Levi asks, waving his hand to try to get Eren's attention.

Eren revs the engine with a slight, satisfied smile. He's always had a passion for cars, and this latest acquisition only reinforces his sense of power.

But Eren remains silent for a moment, before finally pressing the air conditioning button without a word. He starts the car with a jerk, the sound of the engine filling the air as he accelerates a little too sharply.

Levi relaxes in his seat, his eyes fixed on the road. He knows this is going to be a tough day.

“Do you think the baby's okay?” Levi asks, his eyes still fixed on the road.

Eren glances furtively at him, a cold expression on his face.

“Well, yeah. Why, did you do something stupid?”

Levi bites the inside of his cheek, a little frustrated by Eren's coldness.

“No... I just wanted to talk about it first.” His voice is a little lower. “I just... want to know what's going to happen.”

Eren keeps his eyes fixed on the road, not responding immediately. He doesn't really like these emotional discussions.

“You know what's going to happen.” He finally answers, his tone neutral, almost distant. “We'll see the gynecologist, and then we'll see.”

Levi sighs, a little disappointed. He'd hoped for a little more warmth, but Eren is as cold as ever.

“Yes, you're right.” He murmurs, but he's not sure it's enough to ease his anxieties.

Eren speeds up a little, his face still impassive.

“Anyway, it won't make any difference, baby.” His tone is almost indifferent. “We do what we have to do, and then we go straight to my parents. Damn, I really wish it was a boy!”

Levi looks down, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. He knows what he'd like to say, but the words are stuck in his throat. He'd so much like to confess that he's hoping for a girl. But fear stops him.

He still remembers the early days of the pregnancy, when Eren kept telling him to stop eating sugar, on the pretext that it could influence the sex of the baby. Levi obeyed, of course, but he couldn't help feeling under enormous pressure, as if everything depended on him.

Levi remains silent, staring at the road with an indecipherable expression. Eren's words resonate within him, heavy with an expectation he's not sure he can fulfill. He feels a little more alone than usual beside him, a weight on his chest.

Eren parks his Lamborghini in the hospital's vast parking lot, well away from the other vehicles. He wouldn't tolerate clumsy motorists daring to scratch his precious car as they backed up. Once the car had come to a halt, he turned off the engine and got out, glancing around to check the surroundings.

Levi gets out too, but as soon as his feet touch the ground, he feels the heat overwhelm him. A nauseous feeling quickly rises, and he puts a trembling hand to his forehead to cool off.

Eren, noticing his discomfort, rounds the car without a word. He opens the rear door to detach Armin from his car seat. The little boy babbles with excitement, but Eren calms him with a gentle tone.

“Come on, big boy.”

He lifts Armin with one arm with natural ease, then extends the other to encircle Levi's shoulders, supporting him lightly. Before pulling away, he locks the doors with a sure hand, his gaze always alert.

They move slowly towards the center's main entrance. Levi stares at the ground, trying to forget the heat and his unease. He knows what awaits him inside, and the thought only makes him feel worse.

Eren knows it too. Levi is one of the few male omegas, and the fact that he's pregnant always attracts intrusive attention. Every visit to the hospital turns into an ordeal. All eyes in the waiting room will be on them. It's not uncommon for strangers, driven by misplaced curiosity, to dare to ask uncomfortable questions or make inappropriate comments.

But Eren would never allow a stranger to pick on Levi. Where Levi would respond gently or politely ignore remarks, Eren is violent and merciless. A sideways glance or a word too many, and he doesn't hesitate to intervene.

They pass through the hospital gates and quickly head for Hange's office. Eren is still holding Armin by the arm, while Levi walks silently beside him, curled up slightly. When they arrive, the waiting room is empty, which is a rare and welcome surprise.

Eren finally releases Armin, who rushes to a corner furnished with toys and a small, colorful chair. Levi sits down heavily on a seat, sighing with relief.

Eren settles next to him, placing a hand on his rounded belly. Levi flinches slightly at the unexpected contact, but says nothing. For the first time today, Eren seems to take his condition into consideration. He gently caresses his belly, his expression more softened than usual.

Levi shyly looks up at him, but words fail him. Eren's simple gesture is enough to ease his mind a little, despite the latent tension that persists between them. After a moment's hesitation, he places his hand gently on his husband's. Eren looks up, their eyes lockedand a slight silence settles between them.

Without a word, Eren lightly pulls up Levi's loose shirt, revealing the pale, taut skin of his belly. His fingers glide gently over the bare skin, causing Levi to shiver.

“You know, my father would like a boy too.” Eren speaks in a calm, almost pensive voice. “But my mother... she'd like a girl. What about you?”

Levi blushes violently, unable to answer immediately. He blinks, a little confused. This... this is the first time Eren has asked him this question directly. He swallows, feeling the weight of Eren's expectation on his shoulders.

“Uh...” He looks away slightly, hesitating. “As long as the baby is healthy... I'm fine with it.”

It's true, and yet a part of him was terrified of giving a more honest answer. If the baby turned out to be a girl, he feared Eren's reaction. And worse, that he would be the one to blame.

Against all odds, Eren leaned over and placed a furtive kiss on Levi's exposed belly.

“Me too.” He murmurs before straightening up, his facial expression as impassive as ever.

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, letting himself be carried away by a thin feeling of happiness. This gesture, so rare on Eren's part, warms his heart. But this happiness is quickly eclipsed by a dark thought.

He knows what lies ahead.

Levi... he doesn't really like Eren's family. It's no coincidence that Eren has become such a macho man.

Grisha, his father, is... worse. A thousand times worse. An authoritarian, domineering, oppressive alpha. Levi can't help feeling that Grisha has molded Eren in his own image, instilling in him this toxic, brutal masculinity.
Carla, Eren's mother, is a gentle but totally self-effacing beta, a woman he respects but doesn't understand. How can she tolerate such a man, live every day in his suffocating shadow?

How can she stay there, under the sway of such an authoritarian, invincible man? But Levi doesn't realize, not yet, that he's going through exactly the same thing with Eren. That his husband's gestures, though seemingly gentler, conceal a control just as heavy, just as constant.

And then there's Zeke, Eren's older brother. A bitter, frustrated alpha, stuck at home with their parents, without companion or child. Zeke had long despised Levi, reducing him to a mere faggot, and accusing Eren of having dishonored the family by choosing a male omega.

But all this is nothing compared to Grisha.

Grisha adores Levi. In a perverse, disturbing way. He looks at him as one would a rare and precious object, but it's not Levi he sees. For him, the male omega is a curiosity, a rare trophy.

Levi already knows what's coming.

Grisha will invite him to sit next to him with that falsely warm smile, and in a voice too soft to be honest, he'll say: « Come, Levi. Sit on my lap, that's where you're best, my darling ».

Levi will have no choice. It's never a request, it's a disguised order. And he knows he won't be able to resist.

In his head, the scene plays out like a familiar nightmare.

Levi sits up, tense, and Grisha places his hands on his hips. At first, they remain there, heavy but motionless. Then they start to move, sliding slowly. They move up his back, down his thighs, sometimes grazing his crotch. Levi grits his teeth, his gaze fixed on the carpet or some other object in the room, praying for it to stop.

But Grisha never stops. His big hands continue their insidious exploration, as if they had a right to claim him.

And that's not all. Levi often feels Grisha's erection beneath him, hard, pressing against his buttocks. No matter how hard he tried to pull back, it made no difference. Grisha tightens his grip, drawing him closer, sometimes whispering in a low voice: « You're so special, Levi. A real treasure. My son is so lucky to have you... Come on, handsome, go and get me a beer from the fridge. »

The worst part is that everyone around acts as if everything is normal.

Carla occasionally passes through the room, a tray in her hands. She smiles softly as she sets down steaming cups of tea.

« You're both cute, » she says, as if there's nothing unhealthy about the scene in front of her.

Zeke, for his part, watches in silence, a smirk on his lips. His contempt has turned into a kind of unhealthy satisfaction. He said nothing, but his looks, heavy with innuendo, were enough to make Levi shiver.

And Eren...

Eren sees nothing. Or rather, he refuses to see. The only time Levi had dared to mention his discomfort, he'd simply shrugged his shoulders with cruel casualness.

« He's my father. There's nothing wrong. Stop being so dramatic. »

These words still echo in Levi's mind, like a cold, immutable sentence.

Levi clenches his fists as he thinks back to Eren's birthday last year.

Grisha, always with that all-knowing smile, had handed Levi a package in front of the whole family, as if it were an innocent gesture. But his eyes shone with an unmistakable gleam.

« For you, Levi. Well... for Eren, » he had said, a smile full of innuendo distorting his lips.

Levi had opened the package hesitantly, his fingers trembling slightly. Beneath the glossy paper was a black velvet box, a jewel case that screamed luxury. He'd opened it, his heart clenching with every second, and what he'd discovered inside had almost made him drop the box.

A shockingly vulgar set of lingerie.

The scarlet silk garter belt, adorned with fine lace, seemed designed to attract all eyes. The matching stockings, of a veil so thin they seemed made to tear under the slightest pressure, were tied with delicate, almost provocative bows. The corset, a deeper red, was adorned with gold embroidery, drawing sensual arabesques that seemed to caress the skin even before they were worn. Even the undergarment that completed the ensemble was outrageously minimalist, made of ribbons that left little to the imagination.

« Give him a night to remember, » Grisha had murmured, his gaze sliding slowly over Levi, as if he were already undressing him in his mind.

Levi felt his stomach turn. It wasn't just the gift that shocked him, but the perversity in the intention. Grisha didn't see Levi as an individual, but as an object. A doll he could dress up and give away, manipulating to fulfill some kind of twisted fantasy.

The heavy silence had been broken by Carla, who, in his awkward gentleness, had blurted out: « Oh, Levi... you'd be so adorable in that! »

Eren, for his part, had barely raised an eyebrow. A slight, almost amused smile had floated across his face.

« My old man knows what I like, » he'd chuckled, eyes fixed on the set with a gleam of approval.

Levi had wanted to disappear, but the heavy stares of the Jaeger family had nailed him in place. Grisha's satisfied smile, the contemptuous gleam in Zeke's eyes, and worst of all, the obvious excitement in Eren's gaze.

And he'd paid for that excitement as soon as they got home.

No sooner had the door closed than Eren had thrown the box at his chest.

« Go to the bedroom. And put this on. I want to see you right now. »

Levi had hesitated a second too long.

« What are you doing? Do it. Now, damn it. »

Trembling, he had taken off his clothes and put on the lingerie. The corset crushed his waist, the garters slid down his thighs, the ribbons seemed to whisper that he was just an object. When Eren had entered the room, Levi hadn't dared look up.

« Look at me, whore. » Eren had approached, his breath already ragged. « Look how hard you are, like a slut ready to be fucked. This is what you were made for, Levi. For me to fuck the shit out of you. »

His hands had gripped Levi's hips, fingers digging into the skin through the satin. With a sudden movement, he'd pinned him against the mirror, his lips brushing his ear.

« Look at yourself. Look how you stand. Like a whore asking to be fucked. »

What followed was a deluge of vulgarity and raw sex. Eren had pushed him onto the bed, his hands pulling violently at the lace, almost tearing the stockings. His fingernails had traced grooves on his thighs, his lips leaving bite marks all over his skin, except on his neck.

« You like that, don't you? Answer, damn it. » He'd grabbed his hair, pulling just enough to force him to lift his head.

Levi could only gasp, unable to respond. That seemed to be enough for Eren.

« I knew it. You're a little whore, Levi. My whore. »

And as he continued, his brutal, unrestrained thrusts, he'd suddenly reached for his phone. Levi, misty-eyed, hadn't understood right away.

« Don't move. I want my father to see what he offered. »

The flash had lit up the room. Levi, on his knees, still dressed in the lingerie, his stockings slipping slightly, his corset tight against his sweaty skin. Each photo was taken with obscene precision, framing his thighs, his hips, his half-open mouth.

Eren had smiled as he swept the snapshots with his thumb.

Levi had collapsed, drained, unable to move. But deep down, he knew he'd never forget that night. Neither the way Eren had used him, nor the weight of Grisha's gaze, which always seemed to hover over them.

Yet Eren was jealous of everything and everyone.

Every glance Levi received, every word exchanged with another man, was enough to provoke Eren's rage. He wouldn't let him talk to anyone, or even go out alone without him. Levi knew he couldn't make a move without Eren's permission, whether it was a simple conversation or an outing, even for something as insignificant as running errands. Any interaction, even the most innocent, became a minefield, a dangerous terrain where the slightest deviation could provoke an explosion of anger.

But with Grisha, it was a different story. With him, the jealousy that gnawed at Eren faded away, as if it had never existed. Maybe deep down, he didn't see his father as a threat.

Or perhaps, and this was most likely, there was something perverse in the situation. Something that excited Eren, this idea that even his father, this domineering alpha, could be attracted to Levi. Maybe he was getting some kind of twisted validation out of it, some unhealthy pride, as if it proved that Levi, his omega, was such a precious possession that even Grisha couldn't resist it.

In any case, Levi doesn't really know what the standards of a family are... He was raised by his uncle, a hard, distant man who kicked him out as soon as he came of age.

Levi takes a deep breath. No, he doesn't want to go back. But he has no choice. These thoughts weigh heavily on his mind, making the moment he's just shared with Eren even more precious... and even more fleeting.

Levi is jolted out of his thoughts when the office door opens. A big smile instantly lights up his face as Hange appears, arms wide open and his usual bubbly expression. Levi has always adored Hange. Her cheerful, eccentric presence brings a lightness sorely lacking in his life. And above all, she's the only person around him who isn't tied to Eren, or to his burdensome world.

Straightening up a little awkwardly, Levi places a hand on his stomach as he rises abruptly to his feet.

“Hange, how nice to see you.”

“Levi, Eren, always so punctual! Hey, where's little Armin?” Hange laughed softly as he stepped forward.

At the sound of his first name, Armin looks up from the little toy farm, his little hands clutching a plastic horse and cow. Proudly, he trots over to her, an innocent smile on his face.

“Hello, Hange.” He says in a small voice, shyly holding out his treasures.

Levi smiles at him with all his teeth, his heart warming at the touching scene. Eren, for his part, rises in turn, but with much less enthusiasm.

“Hi, Hange.” He drops in a neutral tone, as if this visit were just another formality to be dispatched.

Hange, ever benevolent, doesn't seem to mind.

“Come on in, all three of you. Levi, let's see how this little baby is progressing.” She points to his belly with a mischievous gesture.

But Armin doesn't move. The little boy clutches his figurines, watching them as if pondering a great dilemma. Then he turns his pleading gaze to Levi.

“Daddy, I want to stay and play a little longer...”

Levi hesitates, stroking his belly to calm the restlessness inside him. Eren, on the other hand, crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.

“Armin, stop your tantrums. You're coming now.”

Eren's authoritative tone startles Levi slightly, who looks down at his son. Armin, vexed, clutches his toys close to him, but eventually obeys, dragging his feet a little. Hange, true to form, tries to lighten the mood with a light laugh.

“Come on, don't worry, Armin. If you're good, I'll show you something cool later!”

The promise seems to be enough to make the little boy forget his annoyance. Levi gently grabs Armin's hand, and they all enter the office together, Eren closing the door behind them.

“Sorry, Hange. Armin's a bit... moody today.” Levi bows slightly to Hange, one hand resting on Armin's back.

As if to illustrate his point, Armin begins to whimper, his little hands gripping his figurines so tightly they turn white. Levi tries to stroke his head to calm him down, but the frustrated boy turns his back on his father and sits on the floor, his toys still firmly clutched.

Eren, leaning against the wall, sighs loudly and runs a hand through his hair, visibly annoyed.

“Really, Levi, can't you teach him to manage his tantrums?”

Levi looks down, his cheeks flushing with shame, but Hange intervenes with his soothing energy.

“Come on, it's nothing. Kids have their days, eh? Come on, Levi, we'll take care of you.”

Hange settles Levi on the examination table, helping him to sit while talking to him to relax him. She gently adjusts the backrest so it's comfortably reclined.

“So, how's it been going these last few days? Still nauseous? Any pain?”

“I'm fine.” Levi replies with a slight smile. He instinctively places a hand on his stomach, a protective gesture that Hange doesn't fail to notice.

Meanwhile, Armin continues to whine softly, sitting on the floor, drawing another exasperated sigh from Eren.

“Can't you do something to calm him down?” His gaze is on Levi as if it were his responsibility.

Hange, busily preparing the probe and gel for the ultrasound, turns around with a knowing smile.

“What if he's the doctor today?”

Armin's crying stops for a moment, replaced by a puzzled look.

“Do you want to come and check Daddy's tummy yourself? I'll show you how it's done!” Hange kneels down to his full height and holds out a hand.

Armin hesitates, still sniffing a little, but curiosity quickly gets the better of him. He lets go of his figurines and reaches out to Hange, who lifts him with ease.

“There, you're my assistant now.” She says, showing him the probe. “Here, let's do this together.”

She guides Armin's small hands to hold the probe, while gently accompanying him as he passes over Levi's belly, now coated in gel.

“Look at the screen, see? It's the baby!”

Levi watches the scene, his heart swelling with sweet, silent pride. Seeing his son, usually so temperamental, focused and calm in the face of this new experience touches him deeply. Armin scrutinizes the screen with fascination, completely forgetting his tears.

“Daddy, is that the baby?” He asks, pointing to the blurred image on the screen.

“Yes, it's the baby.” Levi murmurs, unable to hide his smile.

“You're doing a great job, Armin. Maybe you'll become a doctor one day!” Hange laughs softly, encouraging Armin.

Eren, hitherto silent, observes the scene from afar, his face still impassive. But Levi catches his gaze briefly, and although there's no smile on his husband's lips, he detects a certain pride in his eyes.

Hange gently rests Armin on the floor, and he returns to playing with his figurines, now appeased. She continues to examine the images on the screen with a puzzled pout. She squints slightly, adjusting the position of the probe as she stares at the blurred outlines on the screen. Levi, lying on the table, immediately feels his heart quicken. His anxiety soars, as Hange's every movement seems to drag on and on.

“Hange?” He whispers, his voice barely audible, but tinged with concern.

Eren, who until then had been leaning against the wall, straightens slightly, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Is something wrong?” He asks dryly, but a flicker of concern crosses his gaze.

Hange finally breaks the silence by turning to them with a mysterious smile.

“No, no, everything's fine. But tell me... what are you hoping for, a girl or a boy?”

Eren is the first to answer, without the slightest hesitation.

“A boy.” He declares, almost with pride.

Levi, for his part, remains frozen. For a moment, he hesitates, his gaze shifting from Hange to Eren. But he feels it's time to be honest.

“A girl.” He finally murmurs, almost shyly.

Eren stares at him, surprised, but says nothing. Levi quickly looks away, the tension in the room becoming almost palpable.

Hange bursts out laughing, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

“Well, I think you'll both be pleased.” She announces, pointing to the screen.

“What?” Levi asks, incredulous.

Hange turns the screen towards them, pointing at two small, distinct shapes.

“Congratulations! You're expecting twins.”

“Twins?” Levi murmurs, his voice barely audible. He blinks, breathless. The phrase echoes in his mind like an endless echo.

Hange, still smiling, nods enthusiastically.

“Eh yes, Levi, a boy and a girl. Congratulations!”

Levi doesn't share her excitement. He places a trembling hand on his stomach, trying to regain his composure. Memories surge through him, like a wave threatening to overwhelm him. He remembers the first weeks after Armin's birth. The incessant crying in the middle of the night, the long hours spent rocking their son while Eren slept peacefully, pretending to be tired because of work.

He remembers learning, alone, to breastfeed with unbearable pain, his hormones in total chaos. Of those mornings when he'd wake up with a start after a sleepless night, Armin nestled against him, while Eren simply grumbled that the coffee wasn't ready. He'd dealt with the colic, the vaccinations, the fevers, all with a tight smile to hide the exhaustion eating away at him.

But two babies... how would he do it?

Levi looked up briefly at Eren, hoping to read something in his eyes that might ease his doubts. And he saw him bursting with joy.

Eren leaps from the spot, a huge smile lighting up his face. He raises his arms as if he's just won a resounding victory.

“Twins! Damn, that's my alpha seed!” He roars, slapping his chest with pride, a spark of raw triumph in his eyes.

Hange, though embarrassed, tries to mask her discomfort by adjusting the ultrasound screen. Levi, for his part, remains motionless, frozen.

“You see, Levi.” Eren continues, beaming with pride. “That's it, my fucking genetics! We don't need anything else. Huh, Hange, you saw it!”

“Bravo, Eren.” Hange replies sarcastically, hoping to lighten the mood. “Maybe we should give you a medal for your... seed.”

But Eren hears only his own triumph. He turns to Levi, placing a proud hand on his shoulder.

“Huh, admit it, you're happy. That's all it took, two in one go, right?”

Levi bows his head, unable to answer. He has mixed feelings. He thinks back to what Eren had promised him, to those words which, at the time, had seemed sincere.
Eren had wanted this child more than anything. Well...these children.

And Levi had believed his words. He'd believed that after those promises, things would be different. He wanted to believe that Eren would keep his word, that he would be an involved father this time.

But as he saw Eren slapping his chest again, proud as ever, Levi felt a crack form in that hope.

“You see, Levi.” Eren continues with inordinate excitement. “My dad's going to be so proud. Hey, Hange did you know it was my birthday today? What a fucking present!”

The unease thickens. Levi feels his lips trembling, but he swallows his emotions, gently clutching his stomach. Hange, perceptive, tactfully intervenes.

“Okay, let's calm down, alpha dad, huh? How about we focus a little more on these little miracles and less on you, okay?”

Eren sneers, but sits down, not without giving Levi one last proud look. Levi closes his eyes for a few seconds, taking a deep breath to calm his mind. This is no time to break down.

As Hange finishes the ultrasound, concentrating on the screen to take measurements and check that all is well, Eren approaches Levi, a satisfied smile hanging on his face. He sits on the edge of the examination table, right next to his husband, and gently strokes his cheek.

“Honestly, Levi.” Eren murmurs, his voice soft, but smug. “Two in one... we make quite a team, don't we?” His hand slides lower, to the level of his collarbones.

Levi blushes slightly, embarrassed by Eren's proximity, especially with Hange right next to him.

“Eren, not here...” He tries to push his hand away gently.

But Eren doesn't care. He lets his fingers slide down Levi's torso, continuing his descent to his rounded belly. He places a possessive hand on it, ostensibly caressing it, as if he wanted to mark his territory. Levi tries again to calm him down, but Eren doesn't back down.

“Look at that.” Eren continues, completely unaware of the unease that's settling over the room. “I'm the one who got you in this state. My alpha sperm, huh? Two babies, Levi. You should be proud of yourself, but mostly of me.”

He then leans over and places a pressed kiss on Levi's lips. The uncomfortable Levi tries to pull away, casting a quick, embarrassed glance at Hange, who pretends not to see. But the red rising in his cheeks betrays his own discomfort.

“Eren, stop.” Levi whispers, in an urgent voice.

“Since when do you give me orders?” Eren replies, without lowering his tone, while sliding a hand up Levi's thigh.

Hange, clearly uncomfortable, coughs to signal his presence, but Eren doesn't react. He continues to caress Levi, his gestures invasive and possessive.

“Okay, Eren, let me remind you that we're in a doctor's office, not your bedroom. Would you mind letting go of Levi for five minutes so I can finish quietly?”

Eren, far from perturbed, turns to her with a defiant smile.

“Bah what? Weren't you the one who told me that a little sex could help Levi with the cramps?”

“It's true I said that, but you know, at home, not in front of my eyes, thanks.” Hange throws up her hands, falsely exasperated.

“Hmmm, but how do I resist my omega filled with my babies?” He laughs, pulling Levi a little tighter against him. His hand slides down Levi's hip this time, grazing the top of his buttocks, startling him.

“Eren! No !” Levi bellows, his face now on fire.

Hange, trying to defuse the situation, laughs nervously while waving a probe in their direction.

“Let go of your poor husband and let me do my job!”

But Eren continues, his gaze fixed on Levi, murmuring softly so that only the two of them can hear.

“You know that even pregnant with twins, I just want to spread you out on that table there and fuck you. No need to wait for tonight, right?”

“Please...” Levi closes his eyes, trying to contain his embarrassment, and gently places a trembling hand on Eren's to remove it. But he doesn't put all his strength into it, knowing that Eren hates being contradicted in public.

“Well, uh, everything's perfect with the babies, Levi. They're healthy.” Hange, unable to hide his embarrassment any longer, clears his throat exaggeratedly.

Levi takes advantage of the intervention to gently grab Eren's hand and remove it from his thigh.

“Thanks, Hange.” He says quickly, trying to divert attention.

Eren, meanwhile, finally stands up, looking proud and satisfied. He slides his hand over Levi's shoulder one last time, as if to make sure he's imposed his dominance on the room, before flashing Hange a dazzling smile.

Hange runs a wet wipe over Levi's still-round belly, wiping away traces of ultrasound gel. Her gestures are gentle, almost maternal, and she smiles as she watches little Armin trot clumsily towards his father.

“Daddy!” Armin chirps as he raises his arms, demanding a hug.

Eren bends down to catch their son. He lifts him unceremoniously, holding him under his arms like a package being delivered quickly, and deposits him in Levi's lap.

Levi greets Armin with a warm smile and gently presses his son against him. Armin, cheeks flushed with excitement, buries his face in his father's neck, his little hands clutching his shirt. Levi instinctively puts one arm around him, the other stroking his back to calm him.

“Armin, you're going to be a great big brother, aren't you?” Hange, still concentrating on her task, casts an expectant glance at the scene.

Levi only half hears, absorbed in Armin's warmth against him. He places a discreet kiss on his son's soft hair, his gaze wandering for a moment. Two babies. Twins. Part of him felt overwhelmed just thinking about it.

It would be a lot of work, no doubt. Twice as many diapers, twice as much crying, twice as little sleep. But... if Eren kept his promise, if he was really there this time...

Levi inhaled deeply, his smile widening against Armin's blond hair.

“Come on, Armin, give Daddy a break.” Hange jokes as she straightens up. She tosses the wipe into a nearby garbage can and gently pats Levi's shoulder. “And you, get some rest. You're going to need it!”

Levi nods gently, hugging Armin a little tighter, as if drawing strength from his son to face what lay ahead. Twins... Yes, he could do it. He had to.

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Eren crosses his arms, leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on Levi who is hugging Armin tightly.

Two kids.

Two goddamn babies of his own, in a body so small it's almost fragile. How can this man, so frail he looks like he could break in the slightest gust of wind, carry two children in his belly?

It's crazy. Levi is so weak when Eren yells at him, bending like a twig at the slightest harsh word, but here he sits, almost tranquil, with two children in his belly. As if it were nothing. As if this frail body could take anything.

Twins. A feverish heat rises up inside him, a mixture of raw pride and inflated ego.

He's proud of Levi, yes, but proud of himself most of all. This time, it's different. These two are his, his blood, his genetics. Not like Armin.

He looks away briefly, the weight of his thoughts becoming almost unbearable. He loves Armin, of course. This kid, he took his place in his heart before Eren even realized it. But a part of him, a part he hates, still feels that hint of betrayal.

But these twins... This is something else. This is his chance. Proof. Revenge, perhaps. He could rebuild something, make up for lost time. And yet, he knows it won't be easy.

Eren sighs, letting his gaze return to Levi. The latter speaks softly to Hange, his face lit up with a shy smile. Armin snuggles up to him, completely relaxed.

It's an almost perfect image, almost too sweet. Levi is... something else. Not just his omega. He's an enigma, a mixture of strength and fragility that awakens in Eren a tenderness he never knows how to express.

He clenches his fists, an almost imperceptible laugh escaping him. Levi has no idea what he means to him, not really. And Eren himself doesn't always know how to deal with it. He loves him, but it's a complicated, disillusioned, almost angry kind of love. It's as if he doesn't know how to deserve it, how to keep it without screwing everything up.

His thoughts race for a moment, and he feels a surge of pure pride come over him. Two kids, in this tiny body. Levi is incredible, even if he doesn't know it. Even if he doubts it.

But he won't say anything. He won't now. What's the point? Levi doesn't need to hear this. What he needs is for Eren to be there this time. To keep his damn promise.

So he takes a deep breath and straightens up slightly. It's going to be hard, but he'll do the right thing. For them. For Levi.

Eren is startled out of his thoughts when Hange calls out to him.

“Huh, Eren, did you hear right?”

He blinks, realizing that Levi and Hange's gazes are on him. Hange has his arms crossed and looks accusatory, while Levi sports a strange smile, almost malicious, but tinged with hope.

Crap. What's he missed?

“Uh...” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to stall for time. “No, what did you say?”

Hange rolls her eyes, clearly exasperated.

“I said Levi needs to rest.” She places one hand on her hip, pointing at Levi with the other as if to emphasize his condition. “It's complicated enough carrying one baby, but two? It's a real strain on the body. Especially if, as with his first pregnancy, one of the babies lodges too low, near the lumbar spine. This can compress the sciatic nerve and cause chronic pain. If Levi isn't careful, he could spend his last months lying down, unable to walk.”

Eren frowns, trying to register the words. Part of him wants to contest, to minimize. Levi is solid. But he remembers the first pregnancy, the nights Levi struggled to move, holding his back with a grimace of pain he tried to hide.

He glances at Levi. The latter holds Armin close, his smile still present but slightly strained now that the subject has come up.

“You're resting already, aren't you?” Eren asks, more to reassure himself than anything else.

Hange chuckles softly, shaking his head.

“Resting, Levi? It would be a miracle.” She turns a falsely stern gaze toward Levi. “But this time, Levi, you have no choice. If you want to make it to the end without too many complications, you have to lift your foot off the gas. And you, Eren...” She points an accusing finger at him. “You've got to help him. Not just with big speeches, but really be there.”

Eren frowns, uncomfortable under the weight of these expectations. But when he sees Levi shyly look away, fragile hope still written on his face, he feels a twinge of regret.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” He finally capitulates, crossing his arms to hide his embarrassment. “I'll do whatever it takes. Don't worry.”

Hange begins to put away her gear. She glances at Levi, then at Eren, with an insistence that leaves no room for ambiguity.

“Okay, Eren. When I say you have to help him, I mean everything.” Hange points at him as if she's lecturing him. “Not just washing two cups and a plate to ease your conscience! Housework, laundry, vacuuming... anything that involves him bending down or making unnecessary efforts.”

“Hey, were you talking about me before, or what?” Eren sneers, crossing his arms.

But Hange isn't laughing. Her gaze becomes even more piercing.

“I'm serious. Levi mustn't bend down. And since he's carrying two babies, it's even more important that he avoids tasks that strain his back.”

“Oh, he's only three months pregnant. He's not handicapped, he can still sweep. It's not my job to do it.” Eren frowns, annoyed by the sanctimonious tone.

Hange crosses his arms and holds his gaze with disconcerting firmness.

“Do you want Levi to be bedridden in three months because of early contractions or a hernia? No ? Then you get on with it, and you get on with it seriously. It's not just about him, it's about your children too, Eren.”

Levi, standing quietly with Armin against him, observes the scene with a mixture of amusement and concern. He knows Eren too well to know that he doesn't take kindly to such remarks.
And yet, a thin smile floats across his lips. Hange says out loud what he never dares express.

Eren grunts, clearly unconvinced, but Hange leaves him no choice.

“You want to be a father, Eren? Then act like one. Because those two are going to need you. And so will Levi.”

There's silence for a moment, heavy with tension, before Eren just rolls his eyes.

“Okay, fine, I'll do my part.” He agrees, almost reluctantly. “But if Levi doesn't have to bend down, then he doesn't have to carry Armin either. Makes sense, doesn't it?”

Levi looks up, surprised, while Hange raises an eyebrow, clearly annoyed.

“Eren...” She begins sharply. “Carrying Armin for a few minutes, doesn't strain his back like vacuuming or scrubbing a bathtub. And besides, Armin's barely ten kilos. You, on the other hand, could carry him a little more often. You know, be an active father?”

Eren hisses through his teeth and looks away, but doesn't answer right away. Levi, for his part, looks down at Armin, still snuggled up to him, his little arms wrapped around his neck.

“I can handle Armin.” Levi murmurs, almost to himself, while absentmindedly stroking the little one's hair.

Hange, however, shakes his head with an indulgent smile.

“Levi, it's not a question of what you can or can't do. It's a question of what you must avoid. You want to make it to term without any problems, don't you? Then let Eren take care of the kid a little more.”

“Anyway, he always wants to be glued to me, doesn't he, son?” Eren chuckles, clearly amused. He steps closer and extends his arms towards Armin. “Come on, buddy, come to Daddy.”

Armin looks at his father with a mixture of curiosity and reluctance, before slowly extending his arms. Levi hesitates for a moment, but finally gives in.

Eren grabs Armin and lifts him with disconcerting ease, while gently adjusting Armin's little hat on his head, taking care to cover his ears. The little one, satisfied, chirps happily while grabbing his plastic toys and bouncing them on his father's broad shoulders.

“Armin, my love, you've got to give them back.” Levi says calmly, while reaching out his hand to take them, although he already knows how this is going to end.

Armin's face immediately changes from joy to a trembling pout, and he bursts into loud sobs, his little body jerking against Eren's.

Hange, finishing putting away his equipment, turns to them with an indulgent smile.

“Oh, let him have the toys. It won't ruin me, and it'll save you dealing with a crisis in the hallway.” She approaches Armin and, in an exaggeratedly cheerful voice, mimes animal noises. “Mooooh for the cow, and hiiiii for the horse!”

Armin, tears still in his eyes, sniffs loudly, then bursts into a small laugh, fascinated by Hange's performance. Levi rolls his eyes but can't help smiling back.

"Thank you Hange...Armin, normally you have to say thank you too!" Levi pinches his cheek.

The three adults greet each other, ready to leave, but before they can step through the door, Armin stretches out his arms to Hange, chirping.

“Haaaan'ge!”

Eren, surprised, lowers Armin slightly so he can get closer. Hange takes him gently in his arms, enjoying the unexpected hug.

“See, he likes me.” She jokes, giving Eren a look laden with innuendo.

Once outside Hange's office, the relative calm of the room shatters in Eren's mind. He feels a dull anger rising inside him, bubbling just beneath the surface. This sanctimonious tone, these little jabs that Hange constantly throws at him... It annoys him, it eats away at him. No one talks to him like that, least of all a Beta.

“Who does she think she is, eh?” He hisses through his teeth as he walks, Armin still on his hip. “Like she knows everything, like I'm incapable.”

Levi, walking beside him, says nothing, but his gaze lingers on Eren for a moment, scanning his tense features. It's not the first time he's seen this frustration erupt after a visit to Hange, and probably not the last.

Eren inhales deeply, trying to contain the flood of emotions. But even with Armin chirping innocently and playing with his toys, he can't help but feel that tension in his shoulders, that mix of annoyance and doubt he can never completely shake.

“I'm already fucking trying. What does she think? That I spend my days doing nothing? She doesn't know a thing about my life, but she's entitled to give lessons.”

They take a few more steps before Eren slows down, giving Levi an accusatory look.

“And what do you think of all this, eh?”

“My love, it's true that I could use your help...”

Eren stops short, pivoting to face Levi, his brows furrowing.

“What did you talk about with her behind my back?”

“Eren, we didn't talk behind your back. You just... didn't listen, honey.” Levi sighs softly, but keeps his patient tone.

“Oh yeah?” Eren crosses his arms, his tone already harsher.

“She was just saying you should help me a little more. And I said you were already helping me, like with the dishes.” Levi speaks in his small voice, as if to soften his husband.

Eren laughs, a bitter, dry laugh.

“The dishes? Seriously, Levi? That's your example? You could have said I take care of Armin, that I work every fucking day so we live well. Huh, who buys your clothes? Your bullshit figurines? Appliances? Heating? Electricity? Ah, but of course, I forgot...” Eren retorts, jaws clenched, his tone laden with sarcasm. “I'm the bad husband who does nothing. Thanks, Levi.”

“Nobody said that.” Levi murmurs, still calm. “She just meant it would be nice if-”

“I do enough already, Levi!” Eren cuts him off, his voice louder. “You think I'm going to spend my days scrubbing floors while you watch cartoons with Armin? Anyway, I'm working. It's out of the question that when I come home, or on weekends, I spend my time cleaning.”

Silence falls. Levi doesn't answer, his gaze fixed on Armin, who's absent-mindedly playing with his figurines.

Eren finally sighs deeply, trying to release the tension twisting his shoulders.

“Well, baby, we'll see about that, won't we?” He approaches Levi, forcing what he hopes is a sincere smile, and gently touches his cheek. “But now, give me a kiss. We're having twins, after all, hm?”

Levi hesitates for a split second, but his expression softens. A shy smile appears, and he leans in to place a light kiss on Eren's lips.

“I love you, Eren. Thank you for these babies.” He murmurs softly.

Eren doesn't answer. The words remain stuck somewhere in his throat, as usual. Instead, he puts an arm around Levi, pulling him against him in a firm embrace. He buries his face in Levi's short hair, breathing deeply.

Armin, perched on his shoulder, begins to place his toys on Levi's head, which elicits a discreet chuckle from the latter. Eren closes his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the warmth of their bodies.

They continue walking through the hospital corridors until they reach the outside.

Eren strides into the parking lot, one hand on Levi's shoulders, the other firmly holding Armin. The sweltering heat makes him want to scream, but he grits his teeth, all too aware of the tension he's just created.

When they reach the car, he sighs and sets Armin down on the ground.

“I'm too hot.” He grunts as he dries his forehead with the back of his hand.

Levi, still silent, grabs Armin's small hand, gently dragging him to the car. Eren follows, his thoughts a chaos.

Levi opens the rear door and starts strapping Armin into his car seat. Meanwhile, Eren settles into the driver's seat. His hands remain on the steering wheel for a moment, his fingers drumming nervously.

“Fuck...” he bellows, half to himself.

Hange's right, isn't he? He pinches the bridge of his nose, annoyed by his own reflection. He can't leave Levi to fend for himself. He promised to be there, and that means a lot more than changing diapers or feeding babies once they're here. It starts now. Levi is already doing the impossible by carrying two kids at once.

Levi finishes tying up Armin and settles into the passenger seat, adjusting his belt. Eren moves his seat back without a word and pats his thighs. Levi, accustomed to his gestures, instinctively climbs on, his light weight resting on Eren.

He stands there, hands resting on his knees, waiting for an instruction.

“Bah what? Don't you know what to do?” Eren arches an eyebrow, almost amused by his hesitation.

Levi blushes instantly, his eyes glancing furtively at Armin in the back. He hesitates before asking, in a small voice.

“Uh... there, in the parking lot?” As he speaks, his fingers move almost reflexively, and he begins to unzip Eren's pants.

“Oh, what are you doing? No, give me a hug.” Eren pushes him away with a jerk, his expression oscillating between disbelief and amusement.

Levi's eyes widen, his face turning scarlet. He suddenly looks shy, almost nervous, as if the simplicity of the gesture has completely disarmed him.

Eren looks at him, dumbfounded.

“Seriously? To do dirty stuff in the parking lot, you were ready, but a hug, you're being coy?” He doesn't have time to push his thought further as Levi complies, hugging him with all his little omega strength.

He presses himself against him, his slender arms clinging tightly around his neck. Eren feels his heart clench in spite of himself. It's only a hug, but Levi puts everything into it, as if it were the most important thing in the world.

Eren closes his eyes for a moment, sliding one hand through Levi's short hair, the other resting on the small of his back.

“You're such a weirdo...” He murmurs, unable to prevent a small smile from escaping his lips.

Armin, at the back, looks at them with childlike curiosity, holding his toys against his chest.

“Daddy, what's that?” He asks, breaking the moment.

“Nothing, Armin. Just Daddy Levi loving me a little too much.” Eren sighs, his smile still present.

Levi blushes even more, but he doesn't loosen his embrace. Eren pushes Levi back to his seat, already weary.

“Go on, sit down.” He mumbles as he adjusts the rearview mirror. But Levi clings to him like a leech, his arms still tight around his neck.

“Levi.” He sighs before continuing. “I'll help you with your cleaning stuff or whatever. But I choose what I do. And today, I'm not doing anything. It's still my birthday.”

“Yes, my love.” Levi nods obediently and returns to his seat, fastening his seatbelt.

Eren starts the car and takes a quick look at Levi, whose satisfied smile is beginning to annoy him as much as it reassures him.

“Well, we're off to my parents' for a quick lunch.” He announces dryly. “Then we're going home, and you're preparing the aperitif for me and my mates tonight.”

Levi's smile disappears almost immediately. Armin, meanwhile, squeals with delight from behind, raising his little fists in the air.

“Grandma and Grandpa's!”

They adore Armin, their only grandchild. They pamper him like a rare treasure, and Armin, at nearly three years old, has quickly learned how to handle them.

Eren starts the car, driving silently out of the parking lot. With one hand on the wheel, he glances at Levi. Sitting calmly beside him, Levi stares at the road, his hands clasped on his thighs, while Armin babbles happily in the back seat, playing with his figurines.

He grips the steering wheel a little tighter, jaw set. His gaze returns to Levi. The latter briefly looks away from the road and gives him a shy little smile.

Eren grits his teeth in silence, lost in thought as the car speeds down the road.

His parents. He'd never been able to forget their reaction that day he'd told them he'd impregnated an omega. It wasn't surprise or concern he'd seen in their eyes, but misplaced pride.

« A fertile omega, eh? » his father had said with an approving smile. « You've done well, Eren. Perpetuating the Jaeger line is essential. Of course, we can't count on your incompetent brother, » added his father with the new contempt he reserved for Zeke, as soon as he learned that Eren was going to be a father.

Zeke... Unable, maybe, but at least he hadn't had his life turned upside down overnight. Not like him.

And his mother, equally insensitive: “A grandchild! At last!”

Not a word about how he felt, about his fears, about the life as a father he'd never chosen. His parents didn't give a damn. All that mattered was this child. This symbol of the Jaeger line.

Eren clenched his jaw, the bitter taste of those memories rising in his throat. They had seen nothing, understood nothing. They didn't know that he was petrified of having a family imposed on him, that he didn't even know Levi at the time, and that he saw this pregnancy as a gilded cage from which he could never escape.

But no. His parents didn't care. All they cared about was having an heir, a new Jaeger.

He shakes his head, banishing his thoughts. Now's not the time. He glances quickly at Levi, who remains silent, and at Armin, still happily playing with his figurines.

Eren takes a long breath. He promised he'd be there. And he will be. For them. Even if his parents, their expectations, and everything else continues to haunt him.

Eren drives on, the landscape passing by without him really paying attention. His thoughts drift, dark and heavy. He bitterly remembers the day his parents learned that Levi was pregnant. As soon as they'd digested the news, the first thing they'd done was look for a church.

« A Jaeger child out of wedlock? Inconceivable,” » had assailed his father, Grisha, with a contempt that left no room for discussion.

And as always, Eren gave in.

He squeezes the steering wheel until his knuckles whiten. He never wanted this marriage. Not because he didn't love Levi - at the time, he didn't even know how he felt about him - but because he hated having anything imposed on him. But despite everything, he had obeyed.

Because deep down, he'd always wanted to make his father proud.

Grisha Jaeger.

A hard, cold, frustrated alpha. Married to a beta. A union that, to many, seemed curious, even for Eren.

Eren had never really understood why his mother had stayed with his father. Was it love? He didn't believe in it. Money? Probably. As for his father, he seemed to have simply succumbed to his mother's beauty, despite her Beta status. At least, that's what Eren assumed. In reality, he didn't know.

But Eren did know one thing, though : he knew that his father had always had a soft spot for omegas, especially those who embodied gentleness and fragility. Levi, with his small stature and reserved air, was exactly the kind of omega that captured Grisha's attention.

And Eren had used him.

He bit the inside of his cheek, his thoughts turning darker. For years, he'd used Levi to get closer to his father. Because it was the only thing that seemed to really interest Grisha.

Yes, he'd agreed to let his father look too insistently at Levi. Yes, he'd turned a blind eye when Grisha found excuses to brush against Levi, to stand a little too close.

Once, at a family dinner, Levi had clumsily spilled wine on his shirt. Grisha had hurried him upstairs, under the pretext of helping him change. Eren had seen Levi return, cheeks flushed, eyes downcast.

He said nothing. He'd simply looked away.

And he was ashamed. Fuck, he'd blamed himself so much.

Ashamed that he'd sacrificed Levi on the altar of his sick need for approval. Because he'd always known: he only existed in Grisha's eyes because he'd done “the right thing”. Because he had a child, because he had an omega.

His father had always been distant, almost absent. Eren had grown up seeking his attention, his respect. But Grisha saw him only as an impulsive, disobedient boy, a failure.
It wasn't until Eren had « made amends », as Grisha put it - by marrying Levi, by giving her a grandchild - that he'd finally felt what he thought was pride.

But at what price?

Eren swallows his saliva with difficulty, his gaze fixed on the road. He hates what he's become. What he let his father make of him. Worse still, what he inflicted on Levi to satisfy this sick need.

He glances at Levi, still silent, eyes downcast. A wave of guilt washes over him, mingled with the dull anger he's been carrying inside him for years. He grits his teeth. Levi doesn't deserve this. He never deserved it.

But what haunts him most is that he knows he'd do it again.

Because despite everything, part of him still wants to make this father proud, this father who never really looked at him as a son, but rather as an heir.

A piece in a game in which Levi, again and again, is just a pawn.

Eren finally pulls into the driveway of his parents' house, the car's engine still purring in the silence that has invaded the car's interior. He glances quickly at Levi, still silent beside him. He doesn't need words to know why Levi is like this. Levi is always like this when they arrive here, frozen, like a statue.

He's learned to play his part well, to stand straight and smile, but deep down, Eren knows that all that's behind that look is an ocean of silence and unspoken words.

But today is different. Eren tries to smile, a smile that's meant to be reassuring, but is more a facade than anything else. He doesn't want Levi to ruin this moment in front of his father. Because deep down, Levi is his pride. He's his omega. He's handsome, he's devoted, and that's all that matters. Levi, Armin and these unborn babies.

That's his family. This family he built in spite of himself. This is all he can show his father. All he can proudly display.

The Jaeger line... If his father knew that his son had only perpetuated the fucking lineage of an asshole named Smith, he'd lose all the paternal pride he'd earned in an instant. Eren gritted his teeth at the thought, his hand clenched on the steering wheel.

He sighs deeply before turning to Levi and giving him a friendly pat on the thigh, just enough for Levi to raise his head, looking a little lost.

“Come on baby, we're not staying long.” Eren tells him in a calm but authoritative tone.

Levi nods silently. He's already in his role. That frozen expression, that silence... It's all so familiar, and yet Eren still can't get used to it. But today, he has to look good and smile. That's the only thing Eren expects from him, for this moment.

“Hey, you're not pouting in front of my father, do you understand?” Eren adds, giving Levi a serious look.

“Yes, Eren.” The answer is as gentle as his gestures, an implicit promise not to disobey.

But Eren still senses the pain beneath that simple « Yes. » He blames himself a little, but there's no time for remorse.

They untie Armin from the car seat, Eren taking the little one in his arms with a habit he didn't have before. Armin fidgets, excited to be reunited with his grandparents, his little hand searching for Levi's as Eren opens the door and steps out of the car.

Levi, still silent, does the same, rising slowly and closing the door carefully, before taking his place next to Eren. He knows that everything has to be perfect today.

They head for the front door, Eren first, holding Armin against him. Levi follows, just behind, keeping a respectful distance but always in Eren's shadow. As they cross the threshold of his parents' house, the familiar smell of cooked meals, of the old house full of childhood memories, washes over them.

Grisha is already waiting for them in the entrance hall, and his face lights up immediately when he sees Levi. A smile far too wide to be natural appears on his face, and he approaches with palpable excitement. His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm at the sight of Levi, as if he were the real center of attention. A smile almost too marked, a look too insistent.

“Ah, Levi, my dear, there you are.” Grisha said in a warm tone, but he didn't hide a certain excitement as he stretched out his arms toward him, ready to embrace him as if he were the most precious welcome. “At last! What a joy to see you, really.”

Eren watches the scene out of the corner of his eye, his stomach knotting as it always does when he sees his father react this way to Levi. But he can't say anything. He has to stay calm. After all, that's what he wants, isn't it? A father who's proud of his children, a father who cares about his family.

Armin, all excited, rushes over to his grandfather, and Grisha embraces him with equal joy.

“My grandson, my grandson...” he repeats, hugging him. Then his gaze returns to Levi, who still remains frozen, too polite and too respectful. “So, how are we? Is the baby okay?” He continues, leaning a little closer to him.

Eren, meanwhile, does his best to mask his discomfort and smiles weakly.

“It's okay, Dad. We're in great shape.”

Levi remains silent, but nods in response. He knows it's up to him to play his part. But Grisha's gaze keeps landing on him, as if waiting for something more, something Levi isn't sure he can give him.

“Of course, of course.” Grisha continues, straightening up. “I'm glad to see you both. We're going to be able to discuss all this. Come, come into the living room, it's already all set up.”

Eren sighs silently, his thoughts confused, but he can't afford to flinch. He follows his father into the living room, Levi and Armin behind him. It's only for today. It's only a facade. An image he has to maintain to make everything seem perfect.

Grisha, all smiles, then turns to Eren and lays a hand on his shoulder.

“Happy birthday, son.” His voice is warm, full of exaggerated enthusiasm. “You haven't changed, still as young as ever. I'm proud of you, you know. Everything you do, everything you accomplish. And that baby, I'm sure he'll grow up in a great family.”

Eren feels a twinge of sadness at these words. A twinge he can't explain. Maybe he was expecting something else. Maybe he hoped that one day his father would see him for who he really is, without the prism of his expectations. But he never does. It's the same words. The same expectations. The same pride that only stops at the façade of the family, never touching what's behind it.

But for today, he's smiling. He smiles and pretends. As always, finally.

Eren pushes open the door to the living room, his eyes a little tense despite the warm atmosphere that surrounds them. The decorations are simple, but there's something strangely frozen about this house. Like a setting too perfect, too calculated. The scent of baked goods wafts through the air, filling the room.

Her mother is there, all smiles, her white apron impeccable, her hands covered in flour. She's already serving the meal, with the satisfied air of a mother who's finally done what she feels is her duty.

“I've prepared your favorite dish, Eren.” She says in a joyful voice, as if she's just accomplished a great feat. “Sauteed beef with roasted potatoes, nothing better for your birthday.”

Eren grits his teeth, a smile frozen on his face.

“Thanks, Mom.” He replies in a monotone voice.

This dish, which she's been making for him for years, isn't actually his favorite at all. After all, Carla never really took the time to find out what he liked. He did tell her one day, but she never listened, always too absorbed in her own expectations and ideas.

Fortunately, Levi knows. Levi, always there, silent, attentive, knowing Eren's little preferences better than anyone. Tonight, he'll be the one bringing him what he loves, far from his mother's illusions.

Zeke is already seated at the table, looking cold and distant as ever. He doesn't even look up when Eren and the others enter the room. The hostility between them is palpable, almost electric. Eren knows why: Zeke can't bear to be here, in this house, where he has failed to achieve what Eren has achieved.

He failed to live up to Grisha's expectations, and now it's Eren who gets all the father's attention and pride. This unspoken competition between them has always existed.

Armin, excited, rushes over to Zeke, hoping to offer him a hug. But Zeke, indifferent, pushes Armin away with a curt gesture.

“Leave me alone, you little monster.” He growls without even looking up from his phone.

Armin, a little sad but not discouraged, then turns to Levi, seeking comfort. Levi raises his arms to pull him close, and Armin, reassured, curls up against him, finding in his arms the comfort he needs.

As for Eren, he stares at his father, aware that this moment is crucial. Grisha looks at them all, smiling, but there's a certain calculation behind his eyes. He scans Levi, who has already sat silently next to Eren, before smiling almost possessively.

“Come here.” Grisha says in a firm, almost authoritative voice. “Come and sit on my lap, Levi.”

Eren swallows, knowing full well what's coming next, but he doesn't dare say anything. Levi, obedient as ever, stands up and walks slowly towards Grisha. Eren's eyes read a kind of masked despair, but there's nothing he can do.
It's his pride. Levi is a part of his life, a trophy he must be willing to share to be worthy in his father's eyes.

Levi sits on Grisha's lap, and Grisha immediately places his hands on his belly, his fingers roaming over the surface of his skin, as if checking to make sure it's not an illusion. Eren, jaw clenched, watches this scene without being able to look away. He knows Levi hates it. He's seen him tense up more than once, freezing under Grisha's insistent touches.
But Eren also knows that this is what he has to do if his father is finally to look at him with pride, and stop rejecting him as he has done for years.

Their gestures are slow, almost ritualized. Grisha, his eyes fixed on Levi, smiles contentedly.

“You're really very handsome, Levi. Your pregnancy suits you so well...” He says in a voice that's soft but betrays a certain control. Eren clenches his fists under the table, but says nothing.

It's then that he takes a deep breath and announces, with great pride in his voice.

“Dad, there's something I have to tell you... We're expecting twins. A girl and a boy.”

He lets a slight smile form on his face, watching Grisha, waiting for the reaction. The effect is immediate. Grisha widens his eyes, obviously surprised, but very quickly a broad smile forms on his face.

“Twins?” Grisha repeats, his voice full of joy. “That's wonderful news! Congratulations!” He leans even a little closer to Levi, caressing his belly in a more insistent way. “That's wonderful. Really beautiful.”

Eren, while feeling some discomfort at seeing Grisha touch Levi in this way, also feels strangely relieved.
His father is proud. Finally. He's accomplished what he needed to do to receive this approval, to feel worthy of Grisha's love, even if it means letting Levi be used in this way.

“Well, Levi, you're avoiding laying two blondies for us again, hm?” Grisha teases him, having no idea what weight lies behind that simple hair color.

Carla, astonished, then intervenes, all smiles.

“Twins? Oh, my God, that's wonderful! And a girl too, I'm so happy!”

Grisha, a little more relaxed, straightens up and glances at Levi, a look that seems to say « You've done well, you've played your omega role well ».

Eren feels lighter, as if a burden has been lifted from his shoulders. This is all he wanted: to make his father proud, to be worthy of his love.

Zeke, as usual, doesn't congratulate. His eyes remained riveted on his plate, his face closed, as if he were somewhere else, far away from this moment.

Everyone begins to settle down and eat around the table. Levi looks uncomfortable, a palpable discomfort in his movements. His hands tremble slightly as he brings a glass to his mouth, but he says nothing. He just drinks in silence, his eyes downcast, as if it were the only thing he could do to escape attention.

Eren, watching his husband, tries an approach.

“Come on, Dad, let him sit down to eat. He'll sit next to you, hm?” Eren asks in a calm but insistent tone.

Grisha shakes his head emphatically.

“No, I don't need to eat, he can just eat off my plate.” He replies in his authoritative voice. He looks at Levi possessively, as if to emphasize his place, before saying in a cold tone. “He looks good on my lap too, doesn't he, Levi?”

Levi doesn't react. He remains silent, his face almost inexpressive, but his lips tighten a little more, his body tense under the pressure of the situation. He eats from his plate, his eyes riveted on his meal, as if trying to hide in the simplest gestures. He doesn't answer Grisha, doesn't try to defend himself.

Eren nods, his throat tight, not knowing what to do. He doesn't dare contradict his father, he never dared.

“Yes, Dad.” He murmurs, his voice barely audible.

It's a gesture Levi has learned to endure, to accept.

Carla, on the other hand, takes Armin on her lap and starts feeding him, a maternal smile on her face. Armin, quite content, pays no attention to the tense atmosphere around the table. He just eats.

Conversations continue around the table, but an invisible tension hovers. Grisha and Carla turn to Zeke, their reproaches flying without him reacting.

“You should congratulate your brother, Zeke.” Girsha insists. “And your brother-in-law too. They've just announced they're expecting twins! That's wonderful news.”

Carla adds, in a soft but firm voice.

“Are you still single, at your age? You should be ashamed of yourself. You're the big brother, you should be a role model.”

Zeke, fists clenched under the table, grits his teeth. He says nothing, content to stare at his plate, his eyes fixed on the food without really seeing it. He doesn't react, refuses to participate in this humiliation. His silence weighs heavily in the room.

Eren, seeing the situation, feels a wave of guilt. He can't help thinking he should intervene, but he feels trapped. He looks at Zeke, his eldest, and a strange feeling of pride comes over him.

For a long time, it was Zeke his parents admired.

Zeke, the perfect son, the one who had followed in his father's footsteps, become a doctor, respected and adored by Grisha and Carla. But all that seems to have changed. Now it's Eren, with his family, who's in the spotlight. He's the one who's taken Zeke's place in their parents' eyes.

He knows that Zeke suffers from this situation, but he can't shake the feeling of this proud victory over his brother. It's the first time his parents have looked on his path with admiration. But at what price? For this, he has had to sacrifice much, including his own happiness.

Zeke clenches his fists under the table, but doesn't dare raise his head. He remains silent, prey to a whirlwind of resentment. The look on Eren's face is filled with pain, but also with anger. An anger he doesn't know how to express. And in this room, where everything seems to be slowly slipping into a palpable malaise, no one sees Zeke's suffering.

A heavy, tense silence suddenly settles around the table, until Zeke breaks the calm with a cold, cutting voice.

“He's not my brother.”

A stunned Grisha seems incredulous at first, but his face quickly hardens. He slams his fist down on the table with a violence that startles Levi.

“I am your father!” Grisha roars, his eyes sparkling with anger. “He's your brother, Zeke! You're both Jaegers! You're just one family, Jaegers, you hear?!” He stares at Zeke, as if that should be enough to justify all the tension in the room.

Zeke remains impassive, his gaze hard, his fists still clenched. He doesn't answer, but his body betrays a pent-up anger, a frustration built up over the years. His lips pucker, but he doesn't let go.

The silence becomes even more oppressive, almost heavy with unspoken words.

Grisha, still angry, addresses Eren in a calmer voice, but tinged with frustration.

“Zeke doesn't understand what it means to be a Jaeger. You're brothers, you should remind him, Eren.” His eyes fill with an imperceptible sadness, but the hardness in his gaze doesn't soften. “He forgets that you're the same. You have the same name, the same lineage. His mother abandoned him and yet he's after us. What an ungrateful kid!”

Eren froze at the mention of Zeke's mother, a shiver running down his spine. He knew Zeke didn't have the same mother as him, but to hear his father mention her like that... It saddened him more than he cared to admit.

Zeke's gaze darkens, but he remains silent. It's as if the mention of his past, of what he's lost, has made him close in on himself even more.

Eren, still torn between loyalty to his father and his own regrets, feels a heavy weight settle on his shoulders. Zeke's reproaches hit him hard, but he never really found the courage to break the silence, to understand his brother's deeper reasons.

Grisha, straightening up in his seat, seems to be trying to regain control of the situation. He turns to Levi, who is still sitting on his knees, his gaze downcast, an invisible tension emanating from him.

He places a hand on Levi's belly in a possessive gesture, and although Eren knows his husband hates this, he doesn't dare intervene. That's what he's supposed to do, after all: make his father proud, accept these gestures, these humiliations.

“So, Levi, you're doing well with Armin and those babies. I'm proud of you, you know?” Grisha tries to catch up, but Zeke's coldness still weighs heavily on the mood. Levi, as usual, remains silent, jaw clenched, and responds only with a tight smile.

Carla, all glee, proudly announces, “I'm going to bring back Eren's cake and presents with Armin!”

Eren sighs, resting his head in his hand, watching Levi who carefully avoids his gaze. The latter plays with his fingers on the table, like a child lost in thought, an attitude that brings out a mixture of tenderness and annoyance in Eren.

Eren reaches under the table and gently pinches Levi's knee. Levi flinches slightly, looking up at him in surprise.

Eren whispers to him, authoritatively, while glancing at his father distracted by the TV behind him.

“Hey. When my dad talks to you, you talk back. And you smile at him. You got that?”

Levi stares at him, his eyes shining with a strange gleam, a form of submission mixed with apprehension. He nods vigorously, a small grimace of nervousness crossing his face.

Eren sighs and runs his hands over his face.

Then Carla enters happily, accompanied by Armin, who looks all excited.

“Look, Daddy!” Armin exclaims.

Carla smiles as she places the cake in the center of the table.

“Here I am!” Then she clears the plates and hands Armin to Eren. “Here, darling, he's all yours.”

Eren takes Armin on his lap, a shy smile on his lips, as he gently caresses his son, but his gaze falls on Zeke, who is still watching them in silence. Zeke still says nothing, but stares intently at Eren, who feels that heavy gaze on him.

Eren finally returns the gaze. Zeke still doesn't speak, but he nods slightly, a gesture that has more meaning than any words.

Eren smiles weakly and refocuses on the song Carla is happily intoning with Armin, hoping this moment will pass quickly.

“Sing, little one. It's Daddy's birthday!” Carla hums enthusiastically, while Eren prepares to open the presents. She starts cutting the cake. “A slice for you, Eren?”

Eren nods, but his gaze wanders for a moment to Levi, who is biting his nails in an almost embarrassed silence.

Carla places a slice of cake in front of Eren and the others.

“Here are the presents, Eren!” She sets the packages down beside him, cheerful. “I hope you like them.”

Eren takes the two packages, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He slowly tears the paper off the gift from his father, already certain of what he's going to find. As soon as a piece of black cloth appears, he has confirmation.

He feels his cheeks heat up slightly, but he continues to open the package, helped by Armin who is tearing everything open with his little fists. Levi, beside him, has already blushed up to his ears. He bows his head, planted on his plate as if he might disappear into his cake.

When all the wrapping is removed, here's what his father has given him: a black nightie, and not just any nightie. A bloody daring outfit.

The fabric is thin, almost entirely transparent, except for a few strips of lace that barely cover what's needed. The front is open just enough to let Levi's belly « breathe » - in other words, to keep his swollen pregnancy belly clearly visible, like some kind of trophy. The skirt is so short that it probably wouldn't hide anything if Levi dared to bend over. The strings that serve as suspenders wouldn't even need to be there, given how little it covered.

Eren turned the nightie in his hands, his fingers gliding over the thin, provocative material.
Hell, even pregnant, his dad wanted Levi to look like a high-class whore.

Grisha laughs softly.

“So, do you like it? Huh, Eren?” He asks, eyes sparkling, as if already savoring the scene he's imagining.

“Papi, what is it?” Armin asks, while sucking his thumb.

Eren forces a smile, glancing quickly at Levi, who doesn't move. Levi knows full well what this gift means, and so does Eren. It's not just a present to please his son. It's for Grisha. A roundabout way of saying: « Put it on Levi, and show me. »

“Well, thanks, Dad.” Eren replies with a smile that seems almost natural. Then he turns to Levi, playing his role to perfection. “Have you seen this, Levi, hm? Are you going to wear it tonight?”

“I love the belly-up idea!” Carla adds, while pointing to the lace. “And look at the quality of this fabric...”

Levi doesn't look up. He remains motionless, swallowing a mouthful of cake as if trying to make himself invisible. But he has no choice.

Grisha steps in before he has to answer.

“Yes, Levi. You've got to please Eren, even pregnant.”

Levi inhales softly, his shoulders barely contracting. He finally looks up, before answering.

“Yes, Grisha, you're right.”

Eren feels a strange wave rise up inside him.

Part of him is proud. He likes knowing that Levi is desirable. Not just for him. For his father too. There's something terribly satisfying about seeing his father covet his omega. Proof that Levi is valuable, that he, Eren, has what even his father would want.

But at the same time... the thought makes him sick. Because he knows it's up to him to protect Levi, and he betrays him every time he gives in to this unhealthy game.

He looks at Levi, who has already blushed up to his ears, but remains silent, as always. Eren knows exactly what he's going to have to do: ask Levi to wear this outfit. Take a photo. Send it to Grisha. And for what? For some kind of perverse recognition? For the simple fact of seeing his father satisfied?

Eren clutched the nightie gently in his hands, shame bubbling deep inside him.

“Dammit...” He murmurs to himself, before laying the fabric on the table with feigned nonchalance.

The paradox is unbearable. The pride of having such a desired omega, and the horror of letting someone else, even his own father, lay an eye on what should be his alone.

But it's his only pride.

As usual, he swallows it all back. He learned to play this role a long time ago.

“Did you see that, baby? My old man knows his stuff, don't he?” He finally lets go, with a forced smile. “You'll have to try it.”

“Yeah...” Levi nods, not even looking at him.

Eren now opens his mother's gift with some trepidation. No sooner has the paper been removed than he discovers a neatly folded tie. A tie. The usual. Eren never wears ties, and he doubts that will ever change. He forces a smile and looks up briefly at Carla.

“Thanks, Mum. Very... elegant.” He says quickly, before setting the gift down beside him.

Carla seems delighted despite everything, but Eren doesn't give her time to linger. He stands up, Armin in his arms.

“Well, we're off, aren't we, Levi?”

Levi, who seemed to be deep in thought, straightens his head. A flash of relief crosses his face as he holds his rounded belly to stand.

“Uh, yes.”

“Already? You've only just finished the cake. Come on, it's been months since we all got together here.” Grisha frowns, disappointed.

“But Eren, aren't you staying a little longer? Armin loves playing here. You come so rarely...” Carla, too, puts on a sad face.

Eren sketches a pout, looking for an excuse.

“We've got a lot to do at home. Levi needs to rest, and Armin needs his nap.”

“But I want to stay! I want to play with Grandpa!” Armin, for his part, doesn't want to leave at all.

Before he can start complaining any further, Eren gently places his hand over his mouth and leans over to whisper in his ear.

“Shut up and say you want to go home for a nap. If you do, you'll get candy.”

Convinced in an instant, Armin pulls his father's hand away and starts shouting.

“I want to go home and take a nap!”

Grisha and Carla exchange a look, visibly surprised but resigned.

“Well, if it's so Armin can rest...” Carla stands up to signal them to wait a moment.

Grisha, meanwhile, takes the opportunity to congratulate Levi one last time.

“Take care of yourself, Levi. These twins are a blessing.” He places a heavy, supportive hand on his belly, smiling with almost exaggerated pride.

Levi blushes and murmurs a faint: "Thank you, Grisha.”

With farewells said and gifts collected, Eren and Levi finally leave the house. Eren inhales deeply as soon as they walk through the door, savoring the fresh air.

They get into the car. Eren straps Armin into his car seat, despite the latter's protests, already demanding the promised sweets. Levi, for his part, settles slowly into the passenger seat, placing a protective hand on his visibly exhausted belly.

Eren tosses the presents into the back seat before settling behind the wheel.

“Fuck... Free at last.”

Levi nods gently, lowering his eyes, looking relieved but tired.

Eren starts the car and enjoys the relative calm of the ride, despite Armin's crooning in the back. He glances at the dashboard: past three o'clock. Perfect. Just enough time for Levi to get everything ready before his friends arrive.

He gives a quick glance to Levi, sitting next to him, his back slightly arched and his hands resting on his well-rounded belly.

“Okay, baby, we go home, you put Armin down for a nap, and you get everything ready for me and my buddies. They'll be here in about two hours.”

“Yes, my love. I'll make the petit fours, just the way you like them.” Levi nods without hesitation, docile.

In the back, Armin begins to fidget, tugging at the straps of his car seat.

“What about my candy, Daddy?! I want my candy now!”

“Hey Armin, I can't get your candy out of my ass.” Eren sighs, annoyed.

A burst of laughter fills the car, Armin repeating over and over, “Ass! Arss! Ass!”

Levi, already embarrassed, turns to the back to gently scold their son.

“Armin, that's enough. That's not a word you should say.”

But the amused boy continues to chuckle, while Eren smirks, clearly amused by the situation. Levi sighs, preferring to place a soothing hand on his rounded belly.

“And if not, what are you going to cook for us tonight?” Eren, smiles wryly and glances at Levi.

“Caramelized pork with rice, kitten.” Levi straightens his head slightly, pride visible in his eyes.

Eren can't help but smile. This is it, Levi. Where his own mother fails, unable to remember his favorite dish, he, Levi, knows.

“Hmm, okay.” He nods slowly.

The drive continues in silence, until they arrive home. Eren parks the car and gets out quietly, leaving the car door ajar. Levi climbs down carefully, holding his rounded belly, then moves to the rear door to untie Armin. Their son stretches, grumbling slightly, before jumping into his father's arms, who carries him despite his condition.

Eren opens the house door and tosses his shoes near the threshold, without even paying attention, before dashing into the living room. Levi, behind him, picks up the shoes and places them carefully on the carpet, a discreet sigh crossing his lips.

Inside, Eren immediately turns on the air-conditioning and switches on his Playstation. Meanwhile, Levi removes his own shoes, still methodically, while carrying Armin. He raises his voice from the corridor.

“Eren, I'm going to put Armin down for a nap and then I'll be right there.”

Eren replies, without looking away from his screen.

“Make it quick, I don't want to hear him whine while I'm playing.”

In the kitchen, Levi grabs a handful of sweets from a cupboard and gives them to Armin to calm him before naptime. He gently strokes his son's hair before heading upstairs.

Eren slumps onto the sofa, controller in hand, ready to launch a game. At last, his birthday can really begin. Playing his games, waiting for his buddies to get drunk with him, and being served like a king. That's what he deserves.

He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the idea. He's played daddy and husband enough for this day. At least, in his opinion.

He doesn't even notice Levi, who comes back downstairs, looking discreet but tired, and heads straight for the kitchen to prepare that famous dinner.

Eren sinks further into the sofa, controller in hand, concentrating on his FIFA game. The screen flashes as he strings together passes, shots and dribbles, a satisfied smile on his face every time he scores. He's training hard, determined to crush his friends when they arrive.

“Come on, now... That's it! Into the net, damn it!” He exclaims with ferocious energy, nearly dropping the joystick in his excitement.

In the kitchen, Levi busies himself with care. He delicately places petits fours on a tray, adjusts an olive here, a slice of salmon there. After arranging the first plate, he hesitates for a moment, then takes it in his hands to show Eren.

“My love, look...” Levi begins, joining him shyly in the living room, a slight smile on his face.

Eren barely looks up from his screen.

“What? Have you finished something? It's okay, put it on the table, we'll eat when they get here.”

Levi stands frozen for a moment, his hands clutching the tray.

“But... Do you think it's well presented?” He asks softly, obviously seeking approval.

Eren casts a quick glance, raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, it's good. I mean, it's just for eating, right.” Then he immediately returns to his game, his fingers frantically hammering the buttons on the controller.

Levi returns to the kitchen, a little dejected but determined. He then prepares a series of verrines, carefully mixing flavors and colors. This time, he adds a finishing touch with a sprig of parsley on top before returning to show them to Eren.

“Eren, look at these...” He says with more enthusiasm, hoping for a better reaction.

Eren, this time, pauses the game, glancing around distractedly.

“Yeah, not bad. But, baby, you don't have to come and show me every time.” He waves his hand, telling him to scram. “Come on, you're starting to bust my balls here, get in your kitchen.”

“Okay. I just wanted you to be happy.” Levi's smile wavers slightly, but he nods.

“Yes, yes, come on, get back to work.” Eren sighs lightly, a softened gleam in his eyes despite his tone.

These words, however simple and thrown out without any real care, are enough to restore some of Levi's courage, and he returns to the kitchen with renewed energy. He continues to carefully prepare the appetizers, making sure that everything is perfect for the guests' arrival.

Meanwhile, Eren returns to his training, determined to perfect his strikes and strategies.

But... that's without counting on Levi, who returns a third time, holding a dish he's prepared with even more care.

This time, it's elegantly arranged mini-brochettes, with a nicely distributed touch of sauce. But as he enters the living room, his hesitation is palpable.

“Eren... Look at this, I think...” He begins shyly, seeking to capture Eren's attention once more.

Eren, hard at work on the game, doesn't even look away from the screen.

“Levi, seriously, I told you not to come back every time! This isn't a fucking parade!” He finally looks up at him, anger visible in his eyes.

Levi stops dead in his tracks, his face frozen for a second. Then he sighs loudly, almost theatrically, before rolling his eyes. Without another word, he turns and walks back into the kitchen, visibly annoyed.

Eren stands still for a moment, his eyes still on the screen. But he's not playing anymore. Levi... just sighed in front of him? And rolled his eyes?

Damn.

It's always the same when they come back from Hange's. That bitch always finds a way to turn Levi against him. She must have been blowing him ideas about independence, balancing tasks or some other bullshit again.

“Hey, Levi! Get over here now!” Eren calls him back in a firm tone.

Levi shuffles back, arms crossed, clearly on the defensive.

“What?” He replies in a haugthy tone.

Eren slowly places his controller on the coffee table. He straightens, his gaze planting itself directly in Levi's.

“What's the matter with you right now? Did you blow in front of me? Did you roll your eyes at me?”

Levi looks away briefly, as if caught off guard.

“I... I'm not doing anything wrong, Eren.” He replies in a tone half sulky, half defensive.

Eren stands up abruptly, startling Levi.

“Listen to me. I'm not Hange, okay? You want to play the rebel, this isn't where it's going to work. I talk to you, you answer me properly. And you better keep your respect with me. Is that clear?”

The tension in the room was palpable. Levi, who seconds earlier was still feeling annoyed, instantly collapses under Eren's authority. His arms fall back along his body, and he lowers his head, almost whispering.

“Sorry, Eren. It won't happen again...”

Eren watches him for a moment, making sure Levi gets the message. Then he returns to the sofa, picking up his controller again.

“Good. Now get back to the kitchen. And don't make that face.”

Levi obeys obediently, returning to his post and resuming his work in silence, the incident already forgotten on his end. But not for Eren.

Eren continues to play, but he can't help noticing that Levi isn't coming back. The silence disturbs him, and a pang of guilt sets in. He releases a sigh and drops his controller for a moment, massaging the back of his neck.

“Fuck...” He mutters to himself, annoyed by his own reaction. Finally, he straightens up and calls out to Levi in a mocking voice.

“Oh, sir I've got two babies in my gut, come here.”

Levi trots over to him, one hand resting on his belly as if to emphasize his condition.

“Yes?” He answers softly, shyly raising his eyes to Eren.

Eren stares him up and down, his expression inscrutable. Then, after a brief pause, he answers.

“Nothing. I just wanted to see you smile.”

Levi blushes instantly, his cheeks turning as red as the tomatoes he cut earlier. Taken aback, he holds his cheeks, a shy smile forming on his face.

“Oh... thanks.” He murmurs almost inaudibly.

“Come on, move baby.” Eren sketches a slight smile, pleased with the effect of his words.

Levi, now lighter and visibly happy, turns and heads back to the kitchen, a little sharper in his movements. Eren, for his part, picks up his controller and relaunches the game, enjoying the moment of tranquillity.

Time passes, and he's absorbed in the game until a ringing tone breaks his concentration. With a quick glance at the TV, he sees the time: 5.20pm.

Perfect. It's finally time to have fun..

Eren stretches for a long time, letting out a satisfied grunt before getting up. He heads for the kitchen where Levi is finishing arranging the appetizers on a large tray.

“Okay, listen up.” Eren begins, his tone firm but calm.

Levi straightens up immediately, attentive, his hands resting on his stomach in an instinctive attempt to soften Eren. But it doesn't work, not this time.

“You don't talk to them.” Eren says, planting his eyes in Levi's. “You just serve us food and drink. If I tell you to stay, you stay. And you look at me. Me, understand? Not them. Me.”

Levi nods vigorously, obviously docile, his hand absentmindedly caressing his round belly.

Eren stares at him a moment longer before adding.

“And you don't stick them. There are not my father. My friends are different. Is that clear?”

“Yes, my love. Very clear.” Levi replies in a small voice.

Eren straightens, his lips stretching into a satisfied smile. Levi, meanwhile, returns to adjusting the final details in the kitchen, his heart beating a little faster than usual.

Eren is extremely jealous. He can accept his fucking father groping his husband, just because he's his father. But it's a different story with his friends. His friends are out of the question.

A wry smile stretches Eren's lips as he hears Levi getting busy behind him.

The doorbell rings again, and Eren almost leaps to open it, like an excited child. He snatches the handle energetically and greets his guests with a broad smile.

“Guys! Come on in, come on in!” He exclaims, slapping Jean's hand first.

“You look excited, for a guy who is going to get taken down on FIFA.” Jean raises an eyebrow at him. "Happy birthday, bro !"

“Get lost.” Eren retorts, patting him on the back. “You're just jealous because you're usually never invited to my cool parties.”

“Eren, you'd better not be wasting our time, we want level tonight.” Behind them, Reiner arrives, imposing and smiling as always.

“You, shut up.” Eren responds with a friendly punch to the shoulder. “You couldn't even beat Porco last time.”

“It's not complicated to beat Reiner, even Levi could do it.” Porco, the last to enter, smirks, bottle in hand. "I brought some alcohol, we're going to get drunk for your birthday'"

Eren bursts out laughing, turning to Levi, who discreetly passes into the living room with a tray of petit fours.

“Hey, baby, you hear that? You've got competition!”

Levi glares at the group, his cheeks slightly red, but answers nothing. He silently sets the tray down on the coffee table before slipping away to the kitchen, leaving Eren to strut his stuff in front of his pals.

“Come on, settle down, you suckers.” Eren guides them to the sofa.

The three take their seats, Jean and Reiner sitting side by side while Porco chooses an armchair, setting his bottle on the table. Eren, meanwhile, quickly retrieves his controller and restarts the game.

“So, who wants to get taken down first?” He asks with a provocative smile.

Jean grabs a controller first.

“Me, but get ready to cry, Jeager.”

“If he loses, we'll hear him bitching all evening.” Reiner bursts out laughing as he leans back on the couch.

“Grumbling?!” Eren exclaims, raising his eyebrows. “Guys, I'm going to crush you one by one, as usual.”

While they chat loudly, Levi returns, carrying a new tray, this time with glasses filled with fresh beers. He sets them down gently in front of them, careful not to interrupt.

“Thanks, Levi.” Porco, his eyes on the screen, grabs a glass without looking at it.

“Thank me, here, I'm the master of the house.” Eren answers for Levi, resuming his game.

Levi looks down, visibly embarrassed, before silently returning to the kitchen.

The evening goes on like this, Eren shouting at every goal scored, mocking Jean when he misses a pass, and laughing loudly with Reiner and Porco. All the while, Levi remains in the shadows, appearing only to serve appetizers or fill their glasses, his gaze always discreet and elusive.

Eren, on the other hand, never looks as carefree as when he's with his friends. He laughs louder, talks louder, as if he's forgotten everything else.

When Levi returns to clear away the empty glasses, Eren grabs him gently by the wrist, without taking his eyes off the screen.

“Slow down, baby. You don't have to rush. Just sit there and watch how good your husband is.”

Levi hesitates, but Eren pulls on his wrist, forcing him to sit next to him. Jean bursts out laughing.

“You really trained your husband, huh.”

“You want him to teach you, Jean?” Porco replies mockingly. “Sure, you must have had to whine to your wife to get her to agree to take care of your kid so you could come here.”

“Don't worry, there's only one Eren Jeager, guys.” Eren sneers, putting a possessive arm around Levi's shoulders.

Levi stands still, silent, eyes downcast, waiting for his husband's next order to drop.

Eren explodes with laughter after a narrowly scored goal.

“Jean, seriously, you're the worst, I swear! How can you still lose with Ronaldo on your team?”

“But it's not my fault, the game doesn't give me the right options! Did you see how my player slipped?” Jean raises his arms to the sky in exasperation.

“Oh, give it up, Jean. You sucked in high school, and you still suck today.” Porco explodes with laughter, slapping his hand on his knee.

Reiner, focused on his screen, adds, taking a sip.

“At least you distract with your bullshit. It relaxes us before our games.”

“Me, I'm training. I'm going to blow you away, plain and simple.” Eren shrugs, smiling triumphantly.

Levi, sitting next to him, keeps his hands crossed in his lap, watching calmly. From time to time, he glances at Eren, hoping for a moment's attention, but Eren is absorbed in his game.

Between passes, Eren gives him a quick glance.

“Levi, go and prepare dinner. We're getting hungry here.”

Levi nods silently, gets up and heads for the kitchen, leaving the boys to get on with their evening.

After a few minutes, Levi returns with a tray of appetizers, which he places on the coffee table. He stands for a few moments, waiting for a word or a look from Eren, but the latter is immersed in his game. Jean grabs a handful of chips and thanks Levi with a nod, before resuming.

“Okay, Eren. Next game, I'll beat you. I'm just warming up now.”

“Warming up for what? Lose even faster?” Eren retorts with a provocative smile. “Okay, Levi, go into your kitchen or sit down, but don't move around the screen.”

Levi returns to the kitchen, a little disappointed, but continues to prepare the rest of the dinner with care.

The laughter and shouting in the living room gets louder and louder, as the boys string together games and start opening another round of beers. Finally, children's cries pierce the animated atmosphere.

“What's that?” Reiner asks with a frown.

Eren sighs and tosses his controller onto the couch.

“That's Armin, asshole, who do you want it to be, shrieking at this hour? He must have woken up with all this shit. Levi!”

Levi appears, wiping his hands on a tea towel.

“Go up and get the kid, he's screaming there.” Eren orders, exasperated.

Levi obeys without a word, climbing the stairs to calm their son. A few minutes later, he comes back down, Armin in his arms, the little boy still half-asleep, his hair a mess.

Eren's three friends immediately turn to him, surprised and curious.

“Hey, is that him, Armin?” Jean asks, bending over to get a better look at him. “Damn, he's grown!”

“He looks just like you, Jeager. He's got your gaze! But the nose... it's clearly Levi's.” Reiner smiles softly.

Eren freezes for a moment, as if his words resonate louder than the laughter around him. He looked away from Reiner briefly to look at Armin, nestled against Levi.

It wasn't the first time he'd heard someone say that, but each time it felt different, almost unreal. Armin, this kid he'd never wanted in the first place, whom he'd looked on like a stranger for the first few months... this kid who didn't have a single drop of his blood, looked apparently just like him.

A strange heat rises in his chest. Not a fire of anger or frustration, but a gentle, almost suffocating feeling. His heart misses a beat, as if Reiner's words had touched a place he'd thought empty. He stares at Armin, searching for those similarities he's been credited with: the determined look, perhaps, or that frown when he's upset.

« He's mine », he repeats to himself. No matter what the genes say, no matter what secrets might be hiding. This kid is his. And the fact that others see it too... it's a silent victory, a triumph he can't explain.

A discreet smile appears on his lips. Not the mocking smile he gives Jean, or the one he reserves for Porco to tease him with. No, a softer smile, almost imperceptible, but sincere.

He takes a sip of his beer, letting the warmth settle in a little longer. Then, with feigned casualness, he replies.

“Of course he looks like me. He's my son, after all.”

His voice is light, but inwardly, he savors every word. His friends' laughter continues, and Levi, standing nearby with Armin in his arms, doesn't seem to have noticed this furtive moment. But for Eren, it was enough.

“No, but look at those cheeks! He looks like he's hiding nuts for the winter.” Porco sneered, before gesturing childishly towards him. “Hi, baby! Remember me? How cute you are!”

Armin, still groggy, snuggles up to Levi, staring warily at the guests. Levi holds him close, gently stroking his back to reassure him.

“Here's to you, Armin! I remember you, still walking on all fours.” Reiner raises his beer before continuing. “And now you're old enough to drink your first beer with us, aren't you?”

Eren, clearly delighted by the attention on his family, puts down his beer and straightens up. He puts an arm around Levi's shoulders, then glances proudly at his friends.

“Guys, I've got something to tell you. Get ready.”

“What now? Are you making us another kid or what?” Jean, intrigued, arches an eyebrow.

Eheh, almost...

Eren smiles broadly.

“Not one, but two. Levi's expecting twins. A girl and a boy.”

A stunned silence ensues, before Jean exclaims.

“What?! Two at once?! Damn, you never do things by halves, do you!” He continues, this time in a low voice. “I thought your husband just had put on a little weight...”

“It's official, you're a savage, Eren. Levi, congratulations. And good luck.” Reiner shakes his head, laughing.

“Eren, I hope you're ready for the carnage. Three kids will eat up all your free time.” Porco bursts out laughing.

Eren proudly puffs out his chest, obviously pleased.

“Yeah, well, I'm the best, what do you expect? Let's drink to that. Levi, pour us a drink.”

“Hey, I want to hug your kid, me. Bring it here, Levi.” Porco extends his arms toward Armin.

“Levi, put him down.” Eren raises an eyebrow, amused.

Levi hesitates for a second, gently hugging Armin, but finally obeys, setting the child down near Porco's feet. Armin, curious and a little shy, slowly approaches the brown-haired man.

Porco stretches out his arms and, with a slightly brusque but affectionate gesture, grabs Armin to lift him.

“You're light, you, like your old man.” He jokes, placing him on his shoulders. Armin bursts out laughing, delighted to be so high up.

“Higher!” He demands, grabbing Porco's hair.

“Careful, he'll mess up your hair, Porco.” Jean laughs at him.

“It's okay, he's got hair to pull out, him, not like you, Jean.” Reiner retorts, triggering another round of laughter.

Eren, meanwhile, observes the scene with a satisfied smile. Seeing Armin so happy, surrounded by his friends, puts him in a good mood. He leans slightly towards Levi, who has returned to his side after putting away a few empty glasses.

“You're behaving well, Levi. I'm pleased with you.” He murmurs in a softer tone than he would have liked. Levi nods, sketching a tender smile.

The game continues, this time with Armin perched on Porco's shoulders, moving with each victory to make the child laugh. Laughter fills the room, and for once, Eren feels light-headed.

A little later, Levi enters the living room, carrying a loaded tray: caramelized pork glistens under the light, accompanied by steaming bowls of rice, just as Eren had hoped.

“It's ready.” Levi announces softly but with a hint of pride.

Eren stands up, attracted by the familiar smell. He looks at the dish, satisfied, and grabs a bite with his fingers before bringing it to his mouth. He chews slowly, savoring every flavor, and gives Levi a simple: "Perfect."

Levi bows his head, blushing slightly, but his smile is visible. He returns to the kitchen to fetch the plates, while the others laugh at Eren's inelegant way of tasting the dish.

Eren sits back, crosses his arms, and lets his gaze sweep the room: his noisy but loyal friends, his hilarious son on Porco's shoulders, and Levi, obedient and helpful.

Empty plates and scraped bowls still linger on the coffee table, piled everywhere, evidence of a meal enjoyed but abandoned in disarray. Levi silently picks up the dishes, while Eren and his friends open a new bottle of booze, ready to kick things into high gear.

“Let's get it on!” Jean says, filling the glasses with amber liquid.

“Go on, Jean, fill to the brim, we're not kids!” Eren laughs as he slumps a little further into the sofa, one leg resting carelessly on the coffee table.

Levi, passing by with a stack of plates, gives him a disapproving look. But Eren doesn't even notice, too busy clutching his glass.

Porco, on the other hand, is already talking nonsense, his smile stretched crookedly.

“But seriously, I say it's Armin who's going to end up with all the chicks. Look at that smile! He's a stud, that kid.”

“Porco, shut up, he's two years old.” Reiner grunts, before draining his glass. “You talk like you're a success yourself, don't you.”

“Speak for yourself, fatso.” Porco retorts, trying to aim a cushion at Reiner, but misses completely and ends up splashing some of his drink on Jean.

“Oh, are you out of your mind?” Jean snaps, trying to wipe it off with his sleeve.

“You shouldn't be sitting there, you moron.” Porco replies with a chuckle, clearly too drunk to defend himself properly.

Eren observes the scene, a satisfied smile on his lips, before raising his glass: “To me! Because without me, your lives would suck!”

“And you, you're so drunk you're convinced of your bullshit.” Jean retorts, but raises his glass anyway.

They all burst out laughing, even Levi, who returns to place an extra bottle on the table. Luckily for him, Eren is already too drunk to notice. But Levi doesn't stay long; he prefers to stand back to avoid attracting Eren's bad temper, especially in this state.

A few minutes later, the conversations turn into a string of increasingly absurd phrases.

“You know what, Jean? I could become president if I wanted to.” Reiner blurts out, trying to aim his glass at his mouth but missing completely.

“Oh yeah? And what's your program? Forcing everyone to pee in the shower?” Porco sneers, cheeks red, obviously on the verge of choking on laughter. “Hey yeah, asshole, I never forgot what you did in the soccer locker room.”

“Tsss, me, I'd be the president of the animals. I understand dogs, did you know?” Jean adds, serious as ever, before beginning to imitate a pathetic bark.

Eren nearly chokes with laughter, banging the table.

“Fucking hell, you're all a bunch of fat cunts.”

They continue talking, their voices blending into an almost incomprehensible hubbub, between bursts of laughter and half-articulated phrases. Levi watches them discreetly from the kitchen, shaking his head with a mixture of weariness, but... he's obviously happy to see Eren enjoying himself.

Eren, for his part, is at the peak of his happiness, his head a little heavy but his heart light. Tonight, he's got nothing else to think about but these moments of shared bullshit with his buddies. And frankly, he's fine with it.

He savors these moments, even if deep down he knows they're just a parenthesis in a daily life that's far from simple.

Completely uninhibited by alcohol, Eren staggers to his feet, almost knocking over a chair in the process. He staggers towards the entrance, a blissful smile on his face. There, he rummages in the bag left by the door and triumphantly pulls out Levi's nightie. He brandishes it in the air like a trophy, wobbling a little but hilarious.

“Well... guys, get the hell out of my house!” He lets out a laugh, his voice drawling and tinged with drunken hiccups. Then, turning the nightie toward his friends as if displaying a treasure, he adds. “I've got... a whole other night ahead of me with my bitch of a husband!”

“Are you sure you're going to last, there, Eren? Two minutes, maybe? No, not even!” Jean bursts out laughing as he stands up, his hands in the air as if surrendering.

“If you last... two minutes, that's an achievement. Look at you, you can barely stand.” Reiner shakes his head, a mocking smile on his lips.

“Come on, good luck, champ. We bet Levi puts you down before you do anything.” Porco laughs, his eyes mocking.

Eren laughs back, taking their remarks as a challenge.

“You... you don't know what I'm capable of!” He tries to give them a proud look, but his balance wavers again, causing another wave of laughter.

Finally, after some more teasing, his friends gather their things, shake hands with laughter and leave the house, leaving behind an Eren visibly ready to collapse.

Eren strides back into the living room, nightie still in hand. He falls heavily onto the sofa, right next to Armin, who is fast asleep. He raises a trembling finger to Levi, a frazzled smile on his face.

“Two... two minutes... Afterwards, I'll... fuck you good as...” But before he can finish his sentence, he sinks into a deep sleep, his head falling back.

When he emerges briefly, his vision is blurred and his mind still foggy.

He vaguely realizes that his head is resting on Levi's lap. The latter, silent, tenderly strokes his hair, a soothing smile on his face. Just before sinking back into the darkness of sleep, a thought crosses Eren's mind...

He has his little family. An uncertain future, but a husband who supports him in a slightly awkward way, a son, soon to be twins. He has an omega that bends to his expectations, silent, magnificent, but so predictable. And friends who, even if they are sometimes idiots, support him in their own way.

Yes, his life is complicated. It's full of frustrations, conflicts, remorse and the feeling that he could have done things differently. But at this very moment, after this day, after this evening... he tells himself that, in the end, it could have been so much worse.

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“Eren... han... Wait, I...”

But Eren doesn't listen.

His hips continue to move with force, plunging deep into Levi, who struggles to stay on all fours. The dim light of the room glides over Levi's pale, naked skin, stretched by his rounded belly.
His arms tremble under his weight, each of Eren's movements shaking him a little more. The muscles in his back contract with each blow, while fine beads of sweat run down his spine.

“Damn it, stand better!” Eren growls, his voice hoarse, almost animal-like. With a firm hand, he grips Levi's hips, his fingers marking his husband's delicate skin. His own muscles, large and bulging, tense under the effort, his torso glistening with a thin film of sweat. His long hair, pulled back but already partially undone, sticks to his neck as he redoubles his intensity. “Shit, how can you be so fat at only six months pregnant?”

Levi, breathless, can only open his mouth without finding his words. He closes his eyes, his cheeks flushed with effort and pleasure, as the wet sounds of their union echo through the room, amplified by the echo of Eren's flesh slapping against his ass. His belly sways slightly, weighed down by the twins he's carrying, making him vulnerable to every shock.

Six months pregnancy. Of course he's huge.

His thighs tremble under the weight, his perfectly round belly accentuating his submissive position.

“Han, Eren!” He moans abruptly, his voice broken with pleasure. Levi arches his back slightly as Eren's cock strikes directly against his prostate. A jolt of electricity bursts through him, rising from the depths of his body to his tight balls, pulsing in uncontrollable pleasure. But the intensity makes him lose his balance. “Wait... I'm going to fall!”

He wobbles, and his body slides sideways on the mattress. Yet Eren doesn't stop. Without a word, he grabs his slender leg, and hoists it onto his shoulder. The thigh rests against Eren's burning skin, taut with effort.

In this new position, Levi is completely open to him, his taut belly exposed, his lips trembling with desire and pleasure.

Eren starts fucking him again with relentless cadence, his balls pounding relentlessly against Levi's wet ass, causing an obscene noise that fills the room. Each stroke seems to go deeper, to the point where Levi's breath is taken away, his body shaken by Eren's brute force.

“Fuck, my fat pregnant bitch.” Eren roars, his voice low and breathless.

His fingers graze Levi's round belly, caressing the taut skin, almost fascinated by his condition. His short nails trace a circle around the prominent navel, before moving lower, brushing the base of his cock, already glistening around his foreskin.

Levi moans with every movement. His tense fingers grip the crumpled sheet beneath him, his parted lips letting out ragged sighs. His eyes, veiled in tears and pleasure, lose themselves in nothingness.

“You'd like me to put a third one on you, wouldn't you?” Eren murmurs, an evil smile at the corner of his lips.

Levi no longer has the strength to respond, overwhelmed by the wave of sensations drowning him.

Eren accelerates, his strokes becoming faster, deeper, and Levi no longer has any control over his own body. Every movement makes him tremble more, his fingers sliding over the sweat-soaked sheet. His leg, still hoisted on Eren's shoulder, twitches with each thrust, his muscles tense but unable to resist.

“Fuck, look at you.” Eren growls, his eyes burning with desire as he watches Levi.

His hips move with violent precision, pounding against his husband's vulnerable body, while his broad, muscular chest rises to the rhythm of his jerky breathing. The light dances across his golden skin, accentuating every line, every vein of his outstretched arms.

Levi opens his mouth to protest, but only a hoarse cry comes out. The pain in his belly mingles with a wave of brutal pleasure, amplified every time Eren's cock rubs against his prostate. Tears stream down his cheeks, burning his reddened skin, but he's no longer sure whether they're from the pain or the pleasure taking over.

“Han... Eren... again...”

His voice breaks on that last word, and his back arches under the intensity. The wet, obscene sound of their senseless fucking echoes through the room, mingling with Eren's gasps and Levi's uncontrolled moans.

Eren lowers his torso slightly, his weight pressing down further on Levi. His hand, still resting on his husband's rounded belly, slides lower, caressing the taut skin with a mixture of roughness and adoration.

“Look at you, Levi.” He murmurs, his husky voice betraying his arousal. “You're wetting like a real slut, and you're still screaming for me to take you harder.”

Levi wants to reply, but another precise blow to his prostate causes a high-pitched scream to erupt from his throat. His toes curl, his muscles contracting around Eren's thick cock, further amplifying the sensations.

“Yes... fuck, yes!” Levi cries out, his voice broken by the intensity of the pleasure.

Eren doesn't slow down. His hands grip Levi with possessive strength, preventing him from moving. His thrusts are relentless, pushing Levi to a breaking point where pain is but an aftertaste to the ecstasy that invades every fiber of his body.

“You're going to cum, aren't you?” Eren hisses, his voice hoarse in Levi's ear. He nibbles lightly on his husband's lobe before pulling on his leg to bend it further. “Come on. Show me how much you love it.”

Levi's body arches violently under the assault. His belly jumps slightly, spasms run through his entire being. He lets out a heart-rending scream as his orgasm explodes inside him, his sex pulsing, sending hot jets over his rounded belly.

But Eren isn't finished yet. Seeing Levi convulse beneath him, he accelerates again, his thrusts becoming almost desperate, seeking his own release.

“Fuck... Levi, I'm going to fill you up again!” He grunts, his hips slamming so hard that the bed creaks under their weight.

Levi, still shaking from his own orgasm, can barely breathe. Each thrust forces him to feel that brutal, deep penetration again and again, amplifying his hypersensitivity to an almost unbearable point.

Yet he doesn't want Eren to stop.

“Go ahead...” Levi murmurs weakly, his voice panting. “Do it... fill me...”

Eren loses himself in these words, his rhythm becoming erratic as his orgasm builds. A few brutal strokes later, he tenses violently, a hoarse growl echoing through the room. His fingers dig into Levi's hips as he ejaculates inside him, his whole body trembling under the intensity of his orgasm.

“Haaah, fuck Levi! Shit, your ass is sucking my cock!”

Even after releasing his cum into Levi's body, he keeps moving, his hips thrusting again and again with an intensity almost out of proportion.

Levi, exhausted and still reeling from the waves of his own orgasm, feels his hypersensitivity intensify. Each thrust is like a burning discharge, somewhere between pleasure and pain.

“Eren... ah... wait, I'm too sensitive...” Levi whispers in a broken voice, his fingers desperately trying to grip the sheet to steady himself.

But Eren doesn't listen. His movements become almost frenzied, as if he's lashing out to vent a frustration he can no longer control. His dark gaze remains fixed on Levi, on that trembling, tense body, completely submissive beneath him.

“Shut up, Levi.” His fingers dig deeper into his husband's slender hips. “I want to fuck again. Fuck, that's my good whore that.”

Levi no longer has the strength to respond. His legs, trembling, no longer support anything. His rounded belly sways under the impact of each thrust, and he squeezes his eyelids shut, holding back tears of pain mixed with a strange sensation of satisfaction.

“Fuck, hold still.” Eren growls, grabbing Levi's wrists and pinning them above his head. In this position, Levi is totally at his mercy, unable to move.

“Ah... Eren, please...” He moans, his voice barely audible, his cheeks red with heat and shame.

Eren doesn't slow down. He leans in, his powerful torso pressing against Levi's chest, his burning breath crashing against his ear.

“I'm going to mark you again and again, Levi.” His voice is husky and possessive.

Suddenly, Eren grabs the tie he received for his birthday a few months ago and which still hangs on the dresser by their bed, having never worn it. He quickly ties it around Levi's wrists, tying his hands together. Levi opens his eyes in surprise, but Eren doesn't give him time to protest.

“Here.” Eren pulls lightly on the knot to check that it's holding. “Now, you hold still, and take my cock without flinching.”

Levi shivers, the contact of the silk against his skin accentuating his vulnerability. He arches his back slightly, trying to adjust to this new position, but it only gives Eren a better angle. The latter resumes his movements, even more brutal than before, his cock sliding deep into Levi's body, forcing him to feel every inch.

“Fuck, you smell so good...” Eren murmurs as he bites the back of Levi's neck, leaving another red mark on his pale skin. “So tight, even after I've cum. You're mine, Levi. All mine. Can you feel all my cum in your ass? Are you ready for the next load?”

Levi gasps, each thrust wringing uncontrollable moans from him. His hips shake, his muscles spasmodically contract around Eren's cock, which seems to make him even wilder.

“Ah... this is too much... Eren, I...” Levi can no longer think clearly. His body is overwhelmed by an unbearable hypersensitivity, but at the same time, part of him doesn't want it to stop.

“Shh.” Eren orders, his voice low and sharp. “You take it all. Every last drop.”

“Eren, no knot... Please...”

Eren ignores his pleas, a vicious smile stretching his lips. He leans closer, breathing on the back of his neck, his hands gripping Levi's hips, forcing him even deeper.

“What do you mean?! You're taking my fucking knot, Levi!” His thrusts become more violent, each penetration a brutal shock against his body. “You want this, don't you? You're nothing but a slut ready to be fucked anywhere. Beg for the rest!”

Levi, his body shaking with mixed pain and pleasure, can't even manage to respond. His stomach tenses, he's gasping for breath, each of Eren's impacts sending waves of pain through his gut, but it's all drowned out by an irresistible craving. He's in pain, but he wants more, he's dying for it.

“Levi! Beg me, you little slut!” Eren gasps, his voice hoarse and full of wild desire. “Say it, damn it!”

“Eren... Eren, please!” Levi's voice fades to a desperate whisper. He struggles to hold on, his body contracting with each thrust, but he burns from the inside out, unable to stop.

With a wild cry, Eren thrusts deep inside him, his knot exploding in a brutal spasm. He ejaculates, his semen rolling down the edges of Levi's anus, soiling his sheets, trickling down between his buttocks. The liquid is hot, thick, spreading over his skin in a discharge of pure intensity.

“Eren! Yes, Eren, fuck, yes!” He feels every warm drop, every pulse of Eren, like an indelible mark.

Levi leans his head back, biting the pillow to hold back his cries, his body trembling under the violence of the orgasm he barely has time to savor.

It must be barely eight o'clock in the morning, and Armin is probably still asleep... But after all that noise they've made, Levi's sure his little one must be sitting on his bed, wide-eyed, wondering why his dads « play fight » early in the morning.

Armin turned three recently, and this clever little fellow... is getting smarter, more inquisitive. He asks more and more precise questions, like a budding detective, and expects clear answers, even if it's beyond what he needs to understand.

Levi also had a birthday recently, but it didn't matter as much. Eren showered him with gifts, spending an astronomical sum on designer clothes, household appliances. He even got a new set of real porcelain mugs and crystal figurines which he loves.

But Levi, though grateful, still feels the same way: Eren spends his money to avoid taking care of him. That day, nothing special was done. No family outing, no restaurant, nothing. Eren had simply put the packages in front of him and concluded with:« Well, are you happy? Go and make my coffee now. »

As for Levi, he'd been dreaming of an outing. Maybe some ice cream outside? Granted, summer had passed, but it was still nice out. Maybe just a romantic walk? They could have had Armin looked after by his grandparents... but no. Eren had never felt like going out to spend some time with him.

“Hey, you with me?” Eren murmured as he untied Levi's wrists, his gaze burning with desire. “When I knot you like this, you look at me, got it?”

Levi nods, his eyes misty with desire and fatigue. He stretches his arms toward Eren, seeking a little tenderness after the intensity of what he's just experienced. His skin burns, his muscles slowly relax, but he remains eager, longing for that small, gentle gesture after being completely taken, possessed.

“Eren...” Levi gasps, arms outstretched, eyes imploring. “A little hug...please...”

Eren stares at him intensely, a sneer distorting his lips.

“You're just a bitch, Levi. But you want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you again, until you can't walk. You want me to mark you again, don't you?”

Levi trembles under his words, his whole body reacting to every syllable, and he relents to the silent demand Eren seems to be imposing on him.

“Eren...”

Then Eren calms down a little, slowing his coming and going, his breathing choppy. He stays pressed into his husband, letting his hips rest against his, feeling the lingering warmth, their breath intertwined.

“Well, how do I hug you, huh?” Eren pretends he can't move because of his swollen belly, looking falsely desperate.

Levi answers nothing, his dark eyes full of pleading, his gaze riveted on him. He needs this contact, this rough love that Eren gives him. His lips part slightly, a stifled sigh escaping his throat.

Eren finally drops down beside Levi, his knot still deep inside him. Without a word, he pulls him against him, in a little spoon position. Levi cowers against his alpha, feeling the warmth of his body, the musky scent invading him, comforting and undeniably possessive.

Levi closes his eyes, savoring this moment of calm, sniffing his husband's scent, a scent that is both familiar and reassuring.

It's almost like this every morning.

Eren wakes up with his « man cravings », his raw needs that keep growing as Levi's pregnancy progresses. He feels it, Eren can never stop wanting it, marking it, having it in an animal way.

Levi snuggles up to him, seeking warmth and security in his arms. He needs this calm, this fragile gentleness that contrasts so sharply with the brutality he's just experienced.

Eren pulls Levi tighter against him, his muscular arms wrapping tightly around him. His knot, firmly anchored, pulses gently, letting warm waves of semen escape inside his husband. He grunts, his breathing heavy, his chin pressed against Levi's slender shoulder.

“Nothing like emptying my balls before I go to work.” His hoarse voice echoes against Levi's skin.

Levi doesn't respond right away, his cheek resting against the pillow, his body exhausted but satisfied nonetheless. He nods gently, a hushed whisper slipping between his lips.

“I'm glad I could help you, my love.”

Silence fell for a few seconds, broken only by the discreet sound of their breathing. Then, as if nothing had happened, Eren changes the subject, his voice returning to its usual tone, a mixture of dominance and nonchalance.

“By the way, don't forget to empty Armin's pool and store it in the garage. Summer's over, he won't have a chance to swim anymore.”

“Yes, Eren. I'll do that after I've tidied up the kitchen.” Levi nods without argument, as always.

“Oh, yeah. Also, iron all my shirts well. The guys at the office gave me a hard time about it again the other day.” Eren sighs, his tone slightly annoyed. “Did you see the creases on Friday's shirt? I'm not going to go to work looking like a bum.”

“I'll take care of it.” Levi murmurs, his voice soft but weary.

Eren continues, as if Levi doesn't need an answer.

“And clean the stairs, they're disgusting. Seriously, what do you do when I'm not here? I'm going to start thinking you need a manual to run this house.”

If only Eren could stop walking with his dirty shoes on inside... The stairs wouldn't be in this state. But Levi doesn't raise his voice; he sighs softly and nods, already resigned.

“You... you should help me a bit more. Hange said it again, last time... You said that...that you would. “ Levi murmurs softly, not daring to meet his husband's gaze. “Please, darling...”

Eren bursts out laughing, almost mockingly.

“Hey, aren't you enjoying this a little too much?” He sneers, his breath burning against the back of Levi's neck. “Baby, I'm already doing my part. I vacuumed the other day, didn't I?”

Levi frowns slightly but says nothing.

He remembers that famous “vacuuming job”: Eren had botched it by only going over the visible areas, carefully ignoring corners, rolled rugs and furniture that needed moving. And when he “dusted”, it was always the same: he dodged knick-knacks, skirted the highest shelves, and just ran a quick rag over any surfaces he came across on his way.

“And then, last time, I emptied the dishwasher.” Eren adds, as if he deserves an award for that feat. “Doesn't that count?”

Levi, on the other hand, hardly ever uses the dishwasher. He prefers to wash dishes by hand, making sure everything is perfectly clean, even if it takes him longer.

“Yes, that counts.” Levi nods, docile.

But he knows it's far from enough.

Eren seems satisfied with his own contribution, completely ignoring Levi's accumulated fatigue. He tightens his embrace, his knot still pulsing gently inside him.

“There. That's how you should be. Well obedient, with my knot up your ass, hm?”

Levi closes his eyes, taking refuge in that embrace, savoring the scent and warmth of his alpha despite everything. Because he knows that beyond the curt words and imperfect gestures, it's in these quiet moments that he finds Eren's very special love.

Eren slides his hands down Levi's slender torso, his fingers quickly finding his nipples. He pinches them ruthlessly, eliciting a groan of pain mixed with pleasure from his husband. Levi tortures beneath him, cheeks flushed, but doesn't protest.

“Sensitive, eh?” Eren murmurs, a wry smile on his lips. He watches Levi's reactions, his features tense, his sighs muffled. He pinches a little harder, wringing out another groan. “Do you think you'll have milk soon?”

Levi looks away, embarrassed, but answers softly.

“I... I don't know.”

“You never know, do you.” His fingers begin to knead Levi's flat chest, tracing circles around his nipples, his thumbs pressing firmly at times. He seems concentrated, almost impatient.

But after a few seconds, nothing comes. Not a drop. Eren gasps in annoyance, his smile fading.

“Fuck.” He lets his hand fall back with a frustrated sigh. “Can't I even have some before the twins arrive or what?”

Levi bites the inside of his cheek, uncomfortable, but says nothing.

Eren, meanwhile, keeps talking, not really expecting an answer.

“Seriously, if you breastfeed both of them, there'll never be room for me.” He makes an exaggerated pout, his hands resting on Levi's slender hips. “You're going to have them glued to you all day. What am I going to do? Stand in line for a taste?”

Levi attempts a shy smile, his fingers gripping the sheets.

“You'll always have your place, Eren...” He murmurs in a soft voice.

Eren sneers, lowering his head to nibble the skin on his neck.

“You bet. You're mine, Levi. No way those kids are stealing my milk.”

Levi blushes even more, his breath short, but he nods, still submissive, still devoted. He looks away, ashamed, as Eren continues to stare at him with that mocking look that makes him feel like he'll never measure up.

He has to try. He wants to please his alpha.

“Wait...” Levi murmurs, hesitant.

His trembling hands slide over his own torso, slender fingers timidly pinching his nipples. He winces slightly under the pain, but persists, kneading his flat chest, pulling gently, moaning in spite of himself.

But nothing comes. Nothing but his growing embarrassment and the shivers of pleasure mixed with shame.

“I... I'm sorry, I...” Levi raises his wet eyes to Eren.

Levi bows his head, his cheeks flushed, but Eren suddenly leans toward him.

“Wait, I'll try directly at the source.”

Levi doesn't have time to reply before Eren's lips close over a hardened nipple.

Levi gasps, surprised by the warmth of that eager mouth. Eren wastes no time, his tongue slipping around the nipple, nibbling lightly before beginning to suckle with exaggerated greed.

The wet sound of his lips, the strong suction, the click of his tongue... all resonate in the room. Levi moans, his body tensing under this brutal yet sensual attention.

“Don't you feel anything coming?” Eren grunts between breaths, his warm breath caressing Levi's skin.

“No... no, nothing.” Levi murmurs, almost in tears, torn between humiliation and excitement.

Eren redoubles his efforts, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip, his lips sucking insistently, while his free hand slides over the other nipple to pinch it, mimicking the same treatment.

“Fuck, nothing at all? Are you fucking kidding me or what?” His tongue wraps around the nipple to slide it between his lips.

Levi arches his back beneath him, unable to hold back his moans. But despite all this stimulation, there's still no drop.

Eren finally stops, letting go of the wet nipple with a little « pop sound ». He looks up at him, his eyes shining with a mixture of frustration and amusement.

“Bah then, are you really not fuking giving me what I want before those brats get here?”

“I... I'm sorry, Eren...” Levi looks away, quickly wiping away a tear that threatens to roll down his cheek.

Eren pauses abruptly, his gaze fixed on Levi's chest with unusual intensity. Levi, confused, looks down to try and understand what's happening. But before he can ask any questions, Eren reaches out a finger and slides it slowly over the tip of his nipple, already reddened by previous attentions.

Eren's finger stops short. A drop, thin and translucent, beads at the tip.

“Fuck, that's it...” He bellows, almost incredulous.

He doesn't wait another second. With uncontrolled voracity, Eren throws himself back onto Levi's chest, his lips closing over the nipple as if he hadn't drunk in days. Levi lets out a little cry, surprised by the suddenness, but is immediately overwhelmed by the sensations.

Eren suckles with an almost animal-like intensity, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin, his lips sucking forcefully. The wet sucking sound fills the room, as his burning breath caresses Levi's trembling torso.

“Fuck, that's it...” Eren growls between breaths, his deep voice vibrating against Levi's skin. “That's exactly what I needed.”

Levi is overwhelmed. His cheeks are on fire, his breath comes choppy, and he bites his lip to stifle his moans. But his body doesn't lie. A delicious heat begins to rise, more intense, more uncontrollable with every movement Eren makes.

Eren doesn't let go. His teeth occasionally graze the tip of the nipple, sending electric shocks throughout Levi's body. His tongue squeezes, massages, circles around, seeking to further stimulate production. When another drop appears, tiny but very real, Eren grunts in satisfaction, his fingers coming to knead the other nipple as if to get more.

“It's even better than I remembered...” He murmurs between sucks, his eyes shining with a mixture of lust and triumph.

Levi is on the brink. The sensations are too intense, too intimate. His lower abdomen twitches painfully, and he arches slightly from the tension that only grows.

“Eren... I... stop, I'll...”

“Shh.” Eren orders, his lips still glued to his nipple. “You're doing exactly what you need to do. You're feeding me. You're driving me crazy.”

Levi can resist no longer. As Eren moves on to the other nipple, lashing out with even more energy, the dreaded wave washes over him. His body suddenly tenses, tension invades his lower abdomen, and he lets out a strangled cry, his legs trembling violently. A wave of intense heat washes over him, spreading into an orgasm so deep it leaves him shaking and moaning without restraint.

“Eren... Eren, I...! Haaaan, that feels so good!”

His semen spurted out in spurts, hot and thick, crashing over his rounded belly and even down to his torso. The spasms of his orgasm are so intense they leave him shaking and moaning without restraint, his body convulsing under the onslaught of pleasure.

Eren, surprised by this reaction, briefly releases his nipple to observe the spectacle. His gaze, burning with desire and domination, follows every jet of pleasure that escapes from his omega.

“Well, that was unexpected.” His tone is mocking. “Did you really cum just because you breastfed me?”

Levi looks away, ashamed, but Eren doesn't give him time to answer. He immediately returns to his chest, resuming his sucking with even greater voracity, as if he wanted to provoke this effect in his omega a second time.

Levi's tremors continue, his hypersensitive body shuddering with each new suction. His mind is confused, torn between shame and euphoria.

Eren finally releases the nipple with a wet sound, his lips reddened and slightly swollen.

“When the twins get here.” He said, gently caressing Levi's rounded belly. “I'll drain you morning, noon and night. And I promise there'll always be some for me, even after they've eaten.”

Levi, still panting, nods shyly. His alpha is satisfied, and that's all that matters.

Eren grunts as he straightens slightly, his gaze scanning the mess left on the bed and on them.

“Fuck, Levi, look at this. There's cum everywhere. You really can't control yourself, can you?”

Levi looks down, blushing to his ears.

“I... I'm sorry.” He murmurs, his voice barely audible.

“« Sorry », huh?” Eren sneers, almost mockingly. “You'd better change the sheets afterwards, because right now, it's sticking everywhere.”

He sighs heavily and, without any delicacy, starts to remove his still-swollen knot. Levi winces slightly under the sensation of the stretch, a wet, obscene noise accompanying the movement.

Once freed, Eren rises from the bed, grabbing tissues as he goes to briefly wipe his lower abdomen.

“Good.” He announces, raising his voice. “I'm going to take a shower. You can sleep in the meantime. But as soon as I get out, you come and do my hair and make me breakfast. Right, baby?”

“Yes, love.” Levi nods obediently, shyly looking up at his alpha.

Eren nods, satisfied, then walks over to the chair where his clothes, freshly ironed and carefully prepared by Levi, lie. He grabs them without another word and leaves the room, leaving behind the warm, musky scent of their embrace.

Levi, still lying on the bed, lets his fingers glide gently over his naked body, tracing the contours of his rounded belly, where the twins are growing.

Eventually, he leans over to the bedside dresser, opening a drawer to retrieve some tissues as well. Without really paying attention, he quickly cleans himself, wiping the sticky marks from his belly and thighs. Once done, he rests his head on the pillow, closing his eyes to allow himself a few moments of respite.

The silence of the room, broken only by the distant sound of shower water, gently soothes him. Levi falls asleep, his mind still cluttered with his alpha's expectations and the hope of pleasing him further.

Suddenly, Levi is roused from his slumber by the cold, stinging sensation of drops of water on his face. He frowns, fluttering his eyelids before opening his eyes. But barely conscious, he jerks violently to discover Eren leaning over him.

Eren is in his boxer shorts, his torso still slightly damp, and his dripping hair streaks his muscular shoulders. But it's above all his face, contorted into a terrifyingly grotesque grimace, that tears a hiccup of fright from Levi.

“Aaaah! Scared you, eh?” Eren sneers, hilarious, his grimace turning into a smirk.

Levi blinks, his breath still short, his cheeks reddened as much by surprise as embarrassment. Before he can respond, a bathrobe lands on his face.

“Come on, my baby whale.” Eren orders in a falsely annoyed tone, but his amusement is obvious.

Levi grabs the bathrobe, wrapping it around his naked body, then slowly stands up. His stomach tugs slightly as he changes position, but Eren, as usual, doesn't seem to notice or care. Yet a firm hand rests on his forearm, helping him to stand, and then they head for the bathroom.

Once inside, Levi grabs his little stepladder, which he uses when he has to compensate for his height in front of his alpha. He climbs up carefully, his breath slightly ragged.

As for Eren, he stands in front of the mirror in his boxer shorts, his athletic figure highlighted by the harsh light of the room. He grabs his toothbrush and starts brushing, occasionally glancing absent-mindedly at Levi in the mirror's reflection.

Levi grabs a towel and starts drying his alpha's still damp hair. His arms raised above his head soon become heavy, and a dull ache runs through his belly. It's an unpleasant mixture of tension and tugging, but Levi grits his teeth.

Eren doesn't notice, or pretends not to.

“Harder, Levi, I don't want it to stay wet in the back.” He mumbles between brush strokes, a light lather of toothpaste gathering at the corner of his lips.

“Yes, my love.” Levi murmurs, his voice low and submissive.

His hands continue their applied movements, though he begins to struggle to breathe properly, his belly weighing heavily on his lungs.

Eren finally rinses his mouth, glancing quickly at Levi.

“Watch out for my spikes. You know I hate it when they don't dry properly.” He adds nonchalantly, running his fingers over his chin to check that he's run out of toothpaste.

Levi nods immediately, redoubling his efforts despite the pain. When he finally finishes, Eren stretches slightly, pleased to see his hair dry and well prepared. He grabs an elastic band from the edge of the sink and hands it to Levi.

“Come on, do my bun for me, you big baby.” He tosses with a smirk, bending slightly to ease his omega's task.

Levi inhales deeply, ignoring his body's protests. Slowly but surely, he gathers the thick, silky locks between his fingers and ties them carefully.

“Right, you can clear off, I'm going to change.” Eren turns to Levi after finishing his hair.

Levi nods, obeying without question. He carefully steps down from his stepladder, places a hand on his tense stomach to relieve a slight pain, then leaves the bathroom. On his way out, he runs into Armin in the corridor.

The little boy is standing with his thumb screwed in his mouth, his blond hair a mess and his light-blue pyjamas slightly creased. The bottom of his pants drags a little, revealing that he's grown too fast in recent months. His big, tired eyes stare at Levi with an adorable but pouty pout.

“Hey baby.” Levi murmurs as he crouches gently, one hand coming to rest on Armin's back to reassure him.

Armin doesn't respond, but lets out a sigh while rubbing his eyes. Levi guesses he's been awakened by the commotion in their room. The little boy automatically stretches out his arms towards his father, demanding to be carried. Levi hesitates, but his heavy, taut belly reminds him that he no longer has the strength to lift his son as he used to.

“Daddy's tired, sweetheart.” He explains softly as he strokes Armin's disheveled hair, looking for a solution to avert an impending crisis.

But Armin is already starting to growl, his thumb slipping from his mouth as he frowns, ready to whine.

Levi, sensing the storm coming, quickly resumes.

“Come on, kitten, do you want to go back to sleep with Daddy?”

Armin stops short, puzzled. Normally, he doesn't sleep in the big bed with them anymore - a rule Eren imposed to prevent Armin from taking up too much space and disrupting their nights. But Levi, exhausted by his pregnancy, often finds it difficult to look after him alone during the day. Having him next to him in bed means he can keep an eye on him without constantly having to get up.

Armin's face lights up, and he nods vigorously. Levi sits up slowly, one hand on his back to relieve the tension, then reaches out to his son.

“Come on, sweetie. Daddy will tuck you in.”

Armin grabs Levi's hand with his tiny fingers and trots beside him to the bedroom. Entering, Levi cautiously slides into bed where the sheets are unstained from their previous romp, gently patting the spot beside him. Armin climbs in with a little effort, immediately curling up against his father, his face nestled in the crook of his arm.

Levi runs a soothing hand through his son's soft hair, soothed to feel him so close. The room calms down again, and for a few moments he forgets his fatigue, concentrating only on Armin's steady breathing against him.

Armin slides a hand hesitantly over his father's round belly, curious. Levi smiles tenderly as he feels Armin's fingers gently explore the taut curve.

Suddenly, Armin stops, his eyes widening in wonder. He straightens his head and stares at Levi, his mouth forming a small « O ».

“Dad, it's moving!”

Levi runs a hand through his son's messy hair, stroking it gently.

“Did you feel the babies?”

Armin nods frantically, looking fascinated, as if he'd just discovered an incredible secret. His hand remains resting on the belly, and he bursts out laughing when another little tug is felt beneath his fingers.

“Oula, they're quite restless those two... Looks like they're having a party.” Levi frowns slightly, an amused grimace on his face.

He places his own hand on his belly to soothe the frantic movements, massaging gently. Eventually the pounding subsides, and Armin, still pressed against him, surrenders to the silence. Levi places a light kiss on his son's golden hair before murmuring.

“Come on, kitten. Let's get some rest.”

Armin snuggles up even more, tightening his little fist around his father's bathrobe and closes his eyes, a sleepy smile floating on his lips. Levi, exhausted but soothed by his son's presence, closes his eyes in turn, one hand resting on his belly, the other enveloping Armin.

Calm settles over the room, lulled by his little boy's steady breathing.

When Armin finally goes back to sleep, his little body snuggled up against Levi's, the latter waits a few moments, checking that his son is breathing peacefully. He gently runs a hand over Armin's blond hair, then sits up slowly, his rounded belly making each of his movements a little more laborious.

He climbs out of bed and struggles down the dirty stairs, one hand resting on the railing for balance. Once in the kitchen, Levi starts preparing breakfast for Eren. He takes care to do everything perfectly, even if his movements are slow and sometimes clumsy due to fatigue.

The coffee is poured while he places toast in the toaster. He cuts some fruit into thin slices, arranges them carefully on a small plate and places a bowl of yoghurt next to them. As the toast jumps out of the toaster, he spreads it with butter and jam, lining it up neatly on a plate.

Despite his exhaustion, he applies himself. It's his way of showing his love, even if it often goes unnoticed.

When everything's ready, Eren comes downstairs. He's perfectly dressed, his hair hastily tied back by Levi, but still impeccable, and he's wearing his eternal suit that emphasizes his build. He only gives him a quick glance before sitting down at the table, his eyes riveted on his phone.

Levi, who is clearing away a tea towel from a chair, immediately recognizes the familiar sound of the car videos Eren is so fond of watching.

“Coffee's ready, can I get you a cup?” Levi asks softly.

Eren nods, absorbed by the screen. Levi hurriedly pours him a hot cup, which he places in front of him. Then he sits down opposite, with his own cup of coffee and some rusks, which he spreads lightly with jam.

He tries to strike up a conversation, desperately seeking a connection with his alpha.

“What are you working on today?” He tries, his tone hesitant.

“Hm.” Eren answers, distracted, without looking up from his phone.

Levi bites into a rusk, unenthusiastic... He does his best to eat as little as possible in front of Eren, but he's hungry. He knows he has to feed for the babies, but Eren's comments about his weight keep ringing in his head. So, in front of him, he pretends to pay attention to what he's eating.

“Aaaah, fuck, I should change the rims on my car too.” Eren finally speaks, in a monotone.

Levi doesn't know if he should answer, or if it's just a way to fill the silence.

When Eren finishes his breakfast, he pushes his plate and cup to the side, without a word, and returns to his phone. Levi stands up automatically and starts clearing the table. He rinses the plates, puts away the cutlery and cleans the table.

Not once does Eren offer to help.

When he's finished tidying up, Levi wipes his hands on a cloth and turns to Eren, who has settled down on the sofa, still concentrating on his phone. He hesitates before talking to him, wondering if it's worth it.

“Eren... Can I go back upstairs and rest?”

“Hm.” Eren replies, without looking up.

Levi then climbs the stairs, his heart a little heavy. Once back in the bedroom, he lies down next to Armin, who is still sound asleep. He runs a hand over his belly, thinking of the two babies he's carrying, and tries to find some calm.

Moments later, just as he's feeling tired, he hears footsteps on the stairs.

Eren enters the room, taking no precautions to avoid making noise, the heels of his shoes clicking against the floor. Levi, half-awake, straightens up immediately, trying not to wake Armin, still snuggled up against him.

“My love, Armin has gone back to sleep...” He murmurs softly, his gaze hesitant. “Eren, your shoes, not in the bedroom... Please, don't walk in the house with it...”

But Eren stops short, his eyebrows raising in an expression of disapproval.

“What the hell is Armin doing in our bed?”

Levi feels a lump form in his throat. He inhales deeply to stay calm.

“Uh... Well...” He starts awkwardly, but doesn't even have time to finish.

“Levi, he's three now. You mustn't regress him.”

Eren's tone is dry, almost accusatory. Levi looks down, a wave of frustration and sadness rising in his head. He feels tears burning under his eyelids, but he holds them back, well aware that Eren has no patience for his emotions.

“Eren... I need you to be home.” He murmurs, his voice barely audible, trembling. “Hange said you should try to stay with me...”

Eren doesn't respond immediately. He picks up his briefcase lying by the door and approaches the bed with a determined step.

“I've got work to do, but I'm sure that squinting bitch forgot about it.” He declares in a definitive tone, as if nothing needed to be added. “Hange, what does she think, hm? That diapers and strollers will pay for themselves? And damn it, it's not like that bitch is charging us three hundred bucks for a consultation! Who's paying, huh? Me, unemployed, maybe?”

“You've got some leave left, haven't you? Eren, it's really hard to-” Levi tries to insist, but Eren cuts him off.

“Levi.” Eren's voice snaps like a whip, cutting him off dryly. “I don't have time.” He leans in slightly and slaps a quick kiss on his lips, paying no attention to his husband's tired, pleading face. “Come on, baby, I'm going.”

Levi remains motionless, transfixed by Eren's indifference. As always, he's not being listened to. His shoulders slump slightly, and he simply nods, unable to find the words to insist further.

“Good day.” He murmurs weakly, but Eren is already leaving the room, his footsteps echoing in the hallway.

Silence falls again in the room, broken only by the peaceful breathing of Armin, still asleep against him. Levi runs a trembling hand over his face, trying to fight back the tears that threaten to fall, before lying down again.

Levi remains motionless for a few moments, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. But soon he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. With pregnancy hormones, fatigue and constant loneliness... he can't contain himself any longer.

A first tear rolls down his cheek, silent, but it paves the way for others. Within seconds, the sobs follow, discreet but intense. Levi places a trembling hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, not wanting to wake Armin.

His frail body trembles slightly, shaken by the pain he has kept buried for too long. His gestures become almost childlike, as if, at this very moment, he were nothing more than a vulnerable, out-of-date being. He mechanically pulls the blanket around him, seeking some semblance of comfort, but it's not enough.

His thoughts raced, swirling in endless chaos.

How was he going to deal with the twins? Already with Armin, he often felt overwhelmed, unable to meet his needs without Eren's help. And yet, Eren didn't seem to want to change, despite his promises. He was always distant, always preoccupied with work and play, always ignoring Levi's silent pleas for help.

He placed a hand on his rounded belly, where he still felt a few slight movements.

He pulls Armin a little tighter against him, as if to hold on to what he can still control. But even that hurts. Armin was still so small, and Levi couldn't even carry him without his body protesting violently.

And when the twins arrived? How was he going to cope with three children when he was already struggling to manage just one?

He ran a trembling hand through Armin's hair, trying to calm himself. But nothing helps. The doubts and fear are there, omnipresent, overwhelming. His fingers grip the blanket, his forehead rests on the top of his son's skull, and he lets the tears flow freely.

For the first time in a long time, he feels truly alone.

Levi can no longer contain his sobs.

His hand pressed against his mouth is no longer enough, and he lets out a muffled moan. Despite his efforts to keep a low profile, the crying becomes louder and louder, uncontrollable. He collapses further against the mattress, shaken by pain and exhaustion.

That's when Eren returns, pushing open the door abruptly.

“Fuck, you couldn't tell me I'd forgotten my phone? Seriously, you-”

He stops short, his eyes falling on Levi, his face bathed in tears. Levi raises his head briefly, but immediately looks away, embarrassed to be seen in this state. Eren stares at him, eyebrows furrowed, puzzled.

“Why are you crying?” He asks in a direct, almost harsh tone.

Levi quickly wipes his face with the back of his hand, as if to minimize the extent of his emotions.

“Nothing, honey... it's just the hormones.” He murmurs, his voice broken.

But Eren doesn't seem convinced. He crosses his arms, his gaze insistent.

“Are you crying because I argued with you?” He asks, with a touch of annoyance.

If only that were it... Levi looks down, unable to answer honestly.

“No... I... I don't know why I'm crying.” He finally confesses, his voice trembling.

To Levi's surprise, Eren then sets his things down on the floor, then comes to sit beside him on the bed. He stares at him for a moment, looking thoughtful, before hesitantly caress his hair.

“Baby, it's been a long time since I've seen you whining like that.” He begins to stroke Levi's hair, awkwardly.

His fingers tangle in the black strands, but he persists, as if sincerely trying to soothe his omega. Levi bites his lip to hold back another sob.

“Come on... You can call me if there's a problem, hm? And you know what, you don't have to iron my shirts today.” Eren offers him a big, proud smile, confident that he's just solved the problem. “There, you stop crying? But you're still cleaning, right?” He adds with a wink.

Levi looks up at him, his eyes glistening with tears, but it's not from relief. Once again, Eren hasn't understood a thing. He thinks Levi is doing a whim to avoid chores, but that's beside the case. It never is.

Yet Levi forces himself to smile, a fragile, almost artificial smile, to reassure his alpha.

“I will, don't worry. Thanks... for staying a while.”

Eren pats his head, satisfied.

“Yeah, and I'm going to get yelled at by my boss because of you.” He jokes as he stands up. He collects his briefcase, his phone and heads for the door.

He disappears, leaving Levi alone with his doubts and tears.

Levi remains motionless, frozen in the silence of the house. The tears continue to flow in spite of himself, uncontrollable.

He inhales deeply, trying to calm his breathing.

One, two, three deep breaths. Little by little, he manages to silence the sobs, even though his eyes remain misty with tears. He runs an arm over his face to wipe his nose and cheeks.

Once he's calmed down, he carefully stands up, glancing at Armin, who's still sleeping peacefully. The little one is curled up on his side, his thumb half in his mouth. Levi sketches a faint smile before retrieving some clean, comfortable clothes: loose pants, a soft T-shirt and cotton underwear.

He crosses the corridor and enters the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him. Tired, he decides to run himself a bath.

He runs hot water and adds a handful of scented salts, which he keeps in a jar on the edge of the tub. As the water rises, he slowly removes his bathrobe, each gesture requiring an effort on account of his stomach.

Finally, he slips into the water, gradually immersing himself up to his shoulders. The warmth immediately soothes his tense muscles and fatigue. Levi closes his eyes, letting the water envelop his body, and remains motionless for a few minutes, simply savoring this moment of respite.

Then he grabs a soft sponge and begins his cleansing. First, he soaps his arms and torso, taking care not to press too hard on his sensitive skin. When he reaches his belly, he lingers for a moment, his hands hesitant. His belly is heavy, taut, and he has difficulty reaching certain areas. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips as he tries to clean his hips and back, but he does his best, even if the gestures are clumsy.

When he gets to his buttocks, he contorts a little, annoyed that he can't clean himself as easily as before.

“Damn...” He murmurs to himself, his voice a mixture of weariness and frustration.

Once he's finished washing up, Levi rinses his body with clear water from the showerhead, then steps gently and with difficulty out of the bath. He wraps himself in a large, fluffy towel and dries himself methodically, dabbing his skin rather than rubbing, to avoid irritating his sensitive areas. He pulls on his clean underwear and comfortable clothes, and hastily styles his hair with his fingers.

Back in the bedroom, he glances at Armin, still sound asleep. He gently adjusts the blanket over him, lingering a moment to observe his peaceful face. Then he leaves the room in silence, gently closing the door behind him.

As he descends the stairs again, Levi notices the wet marks left by Eren's shoes. Dirt mixed with moisture forms dark streaks on the wood.

Levi sighs, irritated with himself... He should have cleaned this up earlier, but now the thought of dealing with it already exhausts him.

“It'll wait until this afternoon...” He mutters to himself, before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

There, he sets about preparing breakfast for his son. Levi slices a banana into thin rounds and takes out a small box of cereals that Armin loves. He pours a little warm milk over it, knowing that he prefers it to cold milk.

Levi lays it all out on the kitchen table, in a corner where Armin likes to eat in the morning. He sits for a moment, hands in his lap, and closes his eyes. The house is quiet, but his mind is still restless.

Then, a discreet smile stretches his still slightly trembling lips, his eyes reddened by previous tears.

He goes to the cupboard and pulls out a packet of cereals that he loves but never allows himself to eat in front of Eren. Under his arm, he grabs a huge jar of spread, which he clutches like a forbidden treasure.
With a spoon wedged between his teeth, he rummages again and finds a nearly full packet of potato chips, which he wedges under his elbow. He hesitates for a second, then, in a fit of greed, grabs a can of whipped cream, wedging it under his armpit.

With his booty in hand, Levi returns to the living room. He settles comfortably on the sofa, turning on the TV with the remote control and zapping away for a moment before stumbling across an old cooking show he particularly likes.

Chefs are passionately discussing ingredients he's never dared to try, and he catches himself smiling.

Without missing a beat, Levi begins his impromptu feast. He pours a little cereal straight into the jar of spread, stirring with the spoon and adding a generous dollop of whipped cream on top. He crunches a chip and, without hesitation, dips it into the sweet mixture before bringing it to his mouth.

A satisfied « mmh » escapes him as he savors this unlikely mixture.

He eats the cereal straight from the packet, pausing from time to time to take a spoonful of spread or a whiff of whipped cream straight from the bomb. The contrast between the salty crunch of the chips and the sweetness of the rest elicits a light laugh from him.

There's nothing refined about it, but it feels good.

His thoughts wander for a moment.

With Eren, he has to watch every bite, avoid anything that might fuel snide remarks about his weight or appearance. But in these moments, alone, he allows himself these guilty pleasures.
It doesn't make up for fatigue or sadness, but it's a small act of silent rebellion. Besides, it's not every day you get pregnant... so you might as well make the most of it.

As he watches the show, spoon in hand and a chip crumb on the corner of his lips, Levi catches himself laughing at a joke made by one of the chefs. His eyes sparkle slightly, and for a moment, he feels free.

Levi leans forward slightly, his spoon plunged into the jar of spread. His legs are folded under him on the sofa, and his eyes, reddened but brighter, remain fixed on the screen. The cooking show is in full swing, the chefs busy with elaborate dishes, debating the best seasonings.

He smiles slightly as one of them drops a pinch of salt beside the pan.

“Ah, bravo... You put some on the floor, just to salt the kitchen too?” He murmurs to himself, squinting.

He dips the spoon into the jar and takes a bite, chewing absentmindedly, the sounds of the broadcast filling the empty room. Levi tilts his head slightly, as if the better to hear a debate between two chefs about cooking a fish.

“No, no, wait. Not over high heat, you'll burn everything... Simmer, patience. That's how it really takes the taste.” His tone is serious, as if he's really advising someone.

He takes a chip, dips it in his sweet mixture and crunches it silently, before resuming, raising his tone slightly, almost enthusiastically.

“There, that's it. Add a little lemon. Not too much, just to spice it up. I make it with roasted carrots, it's perfect. You should try it.”

He smiles, as if the screen has just answered him. The TV plays sounds of knives clashing and water boiling. Levi straightens his shoulders and leans forward slightly, captivated.

“Look at this, you call this ratatouille? The pieces are all different, it doesn't cook the same... Do you want a lesson or what?”

He shakes his head, laughing softly, never taking his eyes off the screen. An artificial warmth emanates from his words, an unconscious attempt to fill the space around him.

“And then, season your dish... Are you afraid of salt and pepper or something? It's not like we're asking you to empty the whole salt shaker.”

A discreet laugh escapes him, light but sincere, as if a conversation had just taken place. Levi picks up a cushion, wedges it against him and continues to watch the chefs on the screen, absorbed.

“No, but seriously, you've never cooked for someone you love, have you? You can tell. I always taste everything before serving. You know why that is? Because... because it's important.”

His voice becomes softer, almost a whisper, but he doesn't realize it. He tilts his head, his eyes misting slightly, but he doesn't look away.

“It's important that... that it's good. That he likes it, that he's happy. You don't want him to pretend. You want...”

Levi pauses, blinks and blows softly, as if refocusing. The screen switches to a dessert, and he resumes in a lighter, but slightly shaky voice.

“Ah, here it is, a chocolate fondant. Simple, but effective. Just the right amount. But if you put too much sugar, it spoils everything... You have to find the right balance.”

His fingers play absentmindedly with the spoon. Levi leans back against the back of the sofa, silent for a few seconds, before sighing softly. He grabs another chip, dips it once more in his strange mixture and takes a slow bite.

The sound of the television fills the room, but Levi continues to whisper his advice in mid-voice, his loneliness evident in every word. The silence that answers him, though, is deafening.

“Oh, but of course. Put more butter on it. It's not like it'll kill anyone. I mean, come to think of it, maybe it will...”

He bursts into a discreet laugh, but the sound seems a little forced, almost as if he's trying to fill the void around him.

Levi got into this habit a long time ago.

Talking alone when Eren is at work, joking with the TV, imagining conversations, it's become a way of easing the loneliness.

Levi rests the jar of spread on the coffee table, his fingers clutching his spoonful of whipped cream mixed with potato chip crumbs. His gaze lingers on the TV screen, but he doesn't really follow what's going on there anymore.

He swallows a mouthful before rolling his eyes, taking on a low, annoyed tone, a thinly veiled imitation of Eren's voice.

“Levi, do you have to eat like that? Seriously, have you seen your bulges? ”

He pauses, squinting, as if responding directly to an invisible Eren.

“Oh yeah, and you, have you seen how many beers you shove down your throat every week?” He sticks his spoon into the cereal box next to it, a bitter mixture of annoyance and despair in his gestures.

He continues, raising his voice slightly to imitate his husband's condescending tone: “But at least I work all day, Levi. What do you have to do? Just the housework and... wait, no, even that's badly done!”

Levi pauses, his breath short, before replying to this imaginary reproach with a hint of anger: “Yeah, maybe it's badly done, but you know what? YOU could do it, for once, instead of throwing your socks all over the place like a damn kid!”

His own retort startles him for a moment.

He remains frozen, spoon suspended in the air, before resuming, face twisted in a grimace of bitter irony.

“But no, obviously, mister Eren is tired after « his big day at work ».” He abruptly places the spoon on his thigh, sinking a little further into the sofa, his knees tucked under him.

His voice softens slightly, but the tone remains sarcastic.

“And then, frankly, Levi, what's with this mania for crying all the time when things aren't going well? You're just a big fucking baby.” He swallows his saliva, the words echoing in the empty room as if Eren had actually said them. Levi clenches his fists, his jaw tensing. He murmurs, more to himself than to his imaginary Eren: “If only you knew... If only you knew what it feels like to be here, all the time, waiting for you to want to see me, to talk to me. But no, you're too busy with your damn car videos.”

He runs a hand through his hair, tugging lightly as if to force himself out of this imaginary exchange. But he quickly resumes, with a voice tinged with rising anger, imitating Eren again: “If you're not happy, Levi, it's all the same! All you have to do is leave, and you'll come crying to me again! And if you're really thinking of leaving, just dare to say it to my face, and you'll see!”

Levi strikes his knee gently with the flat of his hand, his voice trembling with emotion: “Leave where, eh? With whom? Do you think I want to leave? No... I love you! I just want you to... ”

His sentence chokes in his throat, and he looks away from the screen. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his mind keeps spinning, chaining together arguments he'll never have.

After a moment, he lets out a long, weary sigh, shaking his head.

“I'm ridiculous...” He speaks directly to himself this time, his voice full of reproach, but a shadow of sadness in his eyes. Yet he reaches out to grab another handful of chips, dipping it into the whipped cream and cereal mixture.

His attention returns to the TV show, and he attempts a smile, almost forced.

“Look at that... He didn't even wash his rice before cooking it!” He laughs softly, but the sound dies quickly, replaced by the hum of the TV.

Deep down, Levi knows why he imagines these dialogues. Because in his mind, it's the only way to exist, and above all, to exist in front of Eren. To say everything he could never say in real life. It's an escape - a bitter one, admittedly, but an escape all the same.

Levi slowly rises from the sofa, his hand clasped over a last handful of cereal stuck by the whipped cream still clinging to his spoon. He sweeps his gaze around the room, his eyes stopping on the scattered crumbs, chips and chaos left behind. A slight sigh escapes his lips, and he begins meticulously gathering up the traces of his little excesses.

The jar of spread is returned to the shelf, the crumbs are wiped away with a careful flick of the hand, and the potato chips are put away in their packet, which he folds with precision before sliding it back into its usual place.

Everything must be in order. Everything must look perfect. This rule has become a habit, a mantra he follows without thinking, like a reflex.

“You see, Eren...” He murmurs, trapping a smile in his voice, an attempt at levity. “Even when you're not here, I keep everything tidy.”

Levi laughs softly, alone in the room, his laughter sounding almost natural, but a hint of loneliness shining through. He continues his monologue, as if Eren could appear at any moment and answer him.

“You'd show up here now, wouldn't you, what would you say? « I understand why you're so fat! » Or... « You know how to lose weight? By cleaning! »"

He laughed a little more frankly this time, one hand resting on his hip, the other holding the now empty spoon. He turns his head slightly, as if almost expecting to see Eren standing there, leaning against the doorframe, an amused smile on his face.

But the room remains empty, silent, and this moment of feigned euphoria quickly fades.

Levi stops, his hands slowly falling back down his body. He returns the spoon to the sink with exaggerated care, rubs his hands to get rid of the sticky marks, and inhales deeply.

“If you saw this... You'd laugh at me...”

A new smile crosses his face, this time tinged with melancholy. But he doesn't dwell on it. Levi continues to tidy up, filling this oppressive void with gestures, words and the semblance of company he creates for himself, like a fragile bulwark against loneliness.

Sometimes... He whispers soft phrases to himself, reassuring words he'd like to hear, words that belong only to his imagination.

Levi visualizes, as he often does, the words he misses, the ones he'd so like to hear from Eren, if only he were here at this moment. His voice rises softly in the silent room, mimicking Eren's with almost uncanny precision.

“Levi...” He murmurs, his voice low and soft, trying to recreate that reassuring tone he's heard all too rarely. “You're a good husband. You do everything for us.”

His lips tremble slightly, and he pauses for a second, as if afraid these imaginary words will fade too quickly. But he resumes, insistent, with an intensity that betrays his desperation.

“And you'll be a great father... just like you were to Armin.”

Levi looks down, his fingers absentmindedly brushing his belly, an unconscious habit he's picked up. The pain that grips his heart is muted, but very present, even in this comforting illusion. He inhales slowly, as if to convince himself that he could believe these words, even if they were never actually spoken.

Then Levi closes his eyes for a moment, the image of Eren forming in his mind with painful clarity. He sees him, standing before him, his eyes piercing and deep, that rare glint of admiration and love he sometimes guesses.

He imagines Eren's strong arm reaching for him, his face drawing closer, and that voice he's striving to imitate becomes almost a whisper.

“You're so beautiful, Levi. You're so beautiful...”

A shiver runs through his body, his eyes filling with tears he refuses to let fall. He clasps his arms lightly around himself, as if to wrap himself in this imaginary embrace. But the room remains cold and empty, indifferent to his distress.

He reopens his eyes and stares at a vague point in front of him, his voice broken by an emotion he can't contain.

“You're a good husband. You're a good father. And I love you...”

The last word, barely whispered, floats in the air for a moment before dissipating. Levi remains motionless, his hands clutching his ribs. He wants to believe it, he needs to, but all he hears in return is silence.

Then, suddenly, he hears little noises from the top of the stairs. Little noises, light and amusing, like a small burst of stifled laughter and silent farts. A discreet smile appears on his lips, in spite of himself.

He approaches the staircase, looks up and, at the top of the steps, sees Armin watching him, arms crossed over the banister.

Armin is there, tiny, his cheeks flushed, his eyes shining with mischief. He grimaces, his lip hanging down, his tongue sticking out slightly, imitating what Levi usually does to make him laugh.

His little hands grip the banister, his little body moving awkwardly up the stairs.

“Armin...“ he murmurs, a tone of light reproach, as if to remind him that it's not polite to mock like that.

The little boy amuses himself some more, playing with the gravity of his steps.

“Look, Daddy, just like a big boy!” He shouts in a sing-song tone, arms in motion, helping himself to the banister to descend the stairs with some ease, even if his legs are still short and wobbly.

“You really want to go down by yourself, you stubborn little thing? Be careful, kitten! The stairs are dangerous, Daddy cleans them afterwards.” He shakes his head gently, his eyes laughing in spite of himself.

Armin looks at him with pride, eyes shining with childish challenge.

“Yes! I'm a big boy now, look at me!”

Levi slowly approaches the steps, stopping at the bottom, a gentle smile on his lips. He gently places a hand on the railing, watching the little boy move forward, aware that every day he becomes a little more independent.

“Yes, you're a big boy now... But be careful where you put your feet.”

Armin doesn't really listen to him, his mind already elsewhere, focused on his movements. But Levi remains on the lookout, ready to catch that little body if he ever stumbles. Yet he knows that this moment is important, the moment when Armin claims his place in the world, when he dares to defy limits, even those of his parents.

Armin, brave at first, starts down the stairs, but halfway down he stops dead in his tracks. His little hands grip the banister tightly, and his lips begin to tremble.

“Dad... I'm scared...” He whines, his eyes misty with tears.

Levi, waiting below, sighs softly.

“Armin, don't worry, you hold on tight to the banister and come down gently, okay? You're a big boy.”

But Armin's sobs rise in intensity. Levi, ever patient despite the fatigue weighing down his body, begins to climb back up the steps to join him. Every step seems burdensome; his pregnancy makes every movement more difficult, but he can't leave Armin to panic alone.

Halfway up, he holds out his arms to encourage him.

“I'm here, darling. Give me your hand and we'll go down together.”

That's when everything changes.

Levi places one foot on a step where a thin layer of dust mixed with a trace of moisture slides under his toes. The ground becomes treacherous, and he loses his balance. His outstretched hand fails to grasp the banister in time.

His eyes widen as he loses his footing, a dazzling thought crossing his mind: The dirty steps... those damn tracks from Eren's shoes again!

With his weight off balance and his belly protruding, he falls forward hard.

The first shock was a direct blow to his belly, which violently struck the edge of a step. Gasping for breath, he had no time to hold on as he slid down the stairs in an unstoppable fall. Each step hits his abdomen, chest, elbows and knees, but it's his belly that suffers the worst.

The world topples around him, hardwood crashing again and again against his fragile body. Each impact echoes through the house, accompanied by the thud of his fall, like an echo of his vulnerability.

He finishes his descent with a brutal crash, lying on his back at the foot of the stairs, his breath completely cut off. The searing pain radiating from his belly sends a cold panic surging through his mind.

“Dad!” Armin screams from the steps, his high-pitched voice broken by fear.

Levi tries to move, but a sharp twinge pins him to the ground. His trembling hand settles on his stomach, an instinctive reflex. He tries to feel something, anything, a reassuring sign. But his mind spins, drowned in a tide of worry and pain.

“Armin...” He whispers in a weak, almost inaudible voice. “Don't move... stay up there...”

But Armin, tetanized with worry, descends one step, then another, his little feet hesitating with each step.

Levi, with tears in his eyes, tries to sit up despite the unbearable pain radiating from his body. His heart beats wildly, each pulse amplifying his fear.

He remains motionless at the foot of the stairs, his body bruised and his breath short. The pain radiating from his belly is unbearable, as if an invisible hand were crushing his abdomen from the inside. He tries to move, but his muscles refuse to obey him.

Each attempt to sit up amplifies the throbbing pain, eliciting a muffled groan.

Above him, Armin slowly descends the steps, his eyes misty with tears. Eventually, he sits down next to Levi, his small, trembling hands resting on his shoulder.

“Daddy... get up...” Armin sobs, unable to understand what's happening, but sensing the gravity of the situation.

Levi clenches his teeth, but can't hold back his own tears. They run silently down his cheeks as he places a trembling hand on his stomach, in an instinctive gesture of protection.

His mind spins with fear. The dull ache in his lower abdomen intensifies, accompanied by a strange, heavy sensation he can't quite identify. A clammy heat begins to spread between his legs, and when he looks down, his heart freezes: a thin, dark, red stain forms on the fabric of his pants.

“No... no, no, no...” He murmurs, his broken voice barely audible.

Armin, seeing his father in this state, bursts into louder sobs and huddles against him, seeking comfort he can't offer. Levi holds his son close with a weak arm, trying desperately to calm him despite his own terror.

“Hush, Armin... Daddy's all right...” He lies in a trembling voice, but he knows nothing is right.

A wave of nausea washes over him as a new, more violent cramp shoots through his lower abdomen. His fingers tighten on his belly as if he could protect what's there, but the pain steals his breath again.

The dark stain continues to spread slowly. He feels a growing heaviness, as if something inside him is slowly dying away.

He can't move, he can only wait, his mind tortured by worry. His tears redouble, silent, as he holds Armin close to him, as if to convince himself that he hasn't lost everything, that he can still protect something.

“Daddy... I'm scared...” Armin whispers in a weak voice.

Levi takes a hard breath, gathering what little strength he has left. He raises his head slightly, searching for his phone with his eyes.

“Armin...” He breathes, his voice weak but soft. “Listen to me, sweetheart. You've got to go and get my phone, okay? It's... next to Daddy's bed, on the dresser.”

At these words, an icy shiver runs through Levi. The mere thought of sending Armin up the stairs, where it all began, grips his heart even tighter. He closes his eyes for a split second, fighting a surge of panic.

What if Armin falls too?

But he has no choice. The pain continues to intensify, and every second lost may count for his babies.

“Armin...” He starts again, more firmly this time, despite his hoarse, trembling voice. “Listen to me carefully. Go upstairs slowly, okay? Take your time, don't rush. Be careful where you step.”

Armin sniffs, wipes his cheeks with a flick of his hand and nods with determination. He seems to understand immediately the urgency of the situation, despite his young age.

Levi watches as he begins to climb the stairs, one by one, cautiously. The boy's every move is a test for him.

“Be careful, sweetheart... gently...” Levi murmurs, his voice lost in an anxious breath.

Armin stops halfway, turning back to Levi as if to check he's still there. Levi, lying low, grits his teeth and gives him a weak but encouraging smile.

“Keep going, Armin... you're brave, Dad's proud of you...”

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, a silent prayer rising in his mind. He knows the steps too well. The dust, the crumbs, the stains left by Eren - everything he should have cleaned up.

Everything he could have avoided. Regret pierces him as much as pain.

“Don't fall, Armin... please don't fall.” He murmurs weakly, his heart beating wildly with every step the little boy takes.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Armin reaches the top of the stairs and trots off to his parents' bedroom. When he returns, he proudly holds up Levi's phone, descending the stairs just as cautiously. Levi doesn't look away for a second, his breath caught by his son's every move.

When Armin finally returns to his side, Levi feels a wave of relief mixed with pain wash over him. But the task is not over. His trembling hand reaches for the phone Armin hands him, while a new, even more violent cramp shoots through his stomach.

Levi presses the phone to his ear, his voice trembling. He can hardly breathe, his body still in shock from his fall.

He dials Eren's number, the only one he thinks he can call.

“Levi?” Eren answers first, looking detached. “I'm working right now.”

Levi takes a deep breath, his fingers clenched on the phone, the throbbing pain in his belly. His voice, trembling, finally rises, almost pleading.

“I fell, Eren... the stairs... I... I think something's wrong.”

He hears the slight sigh from the other end of the line: “Yeah, get up baby. You're always messing around, it's nothing serious.”

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, no more tears ready to spill over. But he grits his teeth, gathering his courage.

“No... It's serious, Eren. I feel something strange... My belly... I'm bleeding, I think... I... I think I'm hurt.”

Silence. A heavy silence falls. Eren finally understands. No more irony, no more levity. His voice changes radically, shifting to a serious, almost worried tone.

“Okay. Baby, calm down, I'll be right there.” Eren hangs up instantly after these last words.

Levi tries to hold back from crying, but his tears begin to roll down his cheeks, burning. He senses Armin, standing next to him, staring at him with big, innocent, fear-filled eyes. He sees the little boy reach out a small, trembling hand, desperately trying to pull him up, but it's impossible.

Levi closes his eyes for a moment, his breath coming in gasps. He feels all the other pains, those of his fall, of his stomach, and of his clenched heart. Armin approaches again, closer, and gently, Levi looks at him. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, but trembling with anguish.

“My kitten... I... Daddy can feel his eyes closing.” Levi takes a deep breath, struggles to keep his mind awake, but he feels his body waver. He knows he can't pass out. Not now. Not here, in front of Armin's eyes. “Will you distract Daddy, so he doesn't close his eyes, huh?”

Armin is lost. He nods, his trembling little fingers twitching weakly. Levi sees him, but feels his breath shorten. So he asks, in a weaker whisper, an almost painful request.

“Armin, make... a show... or... make noise. Please...”

The little boy, overwhelmed, doesn't quite understand. But he tries. He tells a story that makes absolutely no sense, mixing words and images. Then he pushes himself forward a little, holding his little hands in front of his face. He claps his hands, makes faces, trying to distract his father.

“Look, Daddy! I'm a horse!”

He bursts out laughing, but Levi remains frozen, his gaze increasingly cloudy. His eyelids begin to grow heavy, but Armin doesn't stop. He approaches again, takes his father's cheeks in his hands and tries to force him to open his eyes.

“Look, Daddy! Look at me! Look, look!”

Levi finally opens them, reluctantly, but the light around him already seems to be sagging, as if he's floating between two worlds. His vision becomes blurred, his strength slowly leaves him, and silence settles in, far too heavy. He struggles to breathe, his breath ragged, his body trembling with pain. Armin cries out beside him in panic, his little face contorted in anguish. Levi tries to speak again, but every word is stuck in his throat.

He feels weaker and weaker, as if a heavy shadow is falling over him.

Then he hears noises in the doorway, rapid footsteps approaching. The front door opens violently, and he recognizes Eren's footsteps. His heart leaps. But the emotions that greet him are a mixture of anger and concern.

Eren is there, his eyes dark and seething with anger, mixed with visible concern.

“What the fuck, Levi?!” Eren's voice rumbles, sharp and harsh. He approaches quickly, his expression hard, his eyes searching the scene with a mixture of reproach and terror. “Shit, what the hell did you...!”

Levi winces, shaken by pain, his lips barely trembling under the pressure, but he can't answer. He feels Eren kneeling gently at his side, his hands delicate despite the anger, trying to gently lift him up.

But his fingers tremble as soon as he catches sight of blood... blood on the stairs, on the floor, and even more on Levi's clothes.

“Levi... damn it...! There's blood everywhere!” Eren panics, his eyes widening with fright. He gently grabs Levi's shoulders, trying to support him, but he's quickly shaken by the reality that dawns on him. “Armin! You follow me, let's go!”

The little boy, still on the verge of tears, obeys immediately, his little feet moving quickly away. Eren, focused on Levi, doesn't take his eyes off him. He carries him gently in his arms, holding his back carefully, then slowly exits the house, not even bothering to lock the door.

He walks over to the car, opens the door with his elbow, then settles him in the passenger seat.

“Take it easy, Levi. I'll take you to the hospital.” His hands barely tremble, but he slowly strokes Levi's cheek, as if to soothe the man struggling with pain.
Eren grits his teeth, his own anger turning to fear as he sees the tears beading at the corners of Levi's eyes.

“Are you fucking serious...? It's because you didn't fucking clean the stairs, I told you so, didn't I!” Eren quickly wipes away a tear that slides down Levi's cheek, his gaze transforming into something much more tender and anguished. “Can you hear me? You're right there with me. Shit...”

Levi, half-conscious, struggling to keep his eyes open, gently slides into the passenger seat. He's almost too weak to speak, but all he can think about are the babies, the two little beings inside him.

Once Levi is settled in the passenger seat, Eren turns to Armin, who was waiting quietly behind him, the poor thing still in his socks. He gently picks him up, carefully lifts him into his car seat. Armin snuggles up to his father, his big eyes round and full of concern, but he remains wisely seated. Eren closes the door, then quickly settles into the driver's seat.

As soon as he's settled in, he doesn't even bother to fasten his seatbelt. He starts off at full speed, engine roaring, tires squealing lightly on the tarmac. As the car speeds by, he dials a number on his phone, fingers trembling.

But Levi... Levi hears nothing. He just feels his body gradually weakening.

Suddenly, Eren's voice bursts out, loud and authoritative, breaking the silence abruptly.

“Hange! Levi...Levi's fallen, it's serious! What do I do?!”

Levi tries to listen, but all he feels is the throbbing pain in his belly. He feels himself leaving, more and more distant.

“Uh, no, I can't call 911... I'm already on my way.” Eren grits his teeth, fear marking his face. “Well, I panicked!” His voice goes up a notch, frustrated. On the phone, Hange seems to be lecturing him. “No! No, I don't want strangers taking care of him. Don't you have enough time to take care of him yourself?!”

Levi struggles to regain consciousness. Pain and fatigue crush him, but Eren's voice, loud and agitated, finally brings him back to reality.

Eren abruptly hangs up, throwing the phone on the dashboard. He glances worriedly at Levi.

“Hange has notified the emergency services, they'll be waiting for us at the entrance.” His eyes drop to Levi, who has closed eyes and irregular breathing. “Hey, oh, stay with me! Tell me, where does it hurt?”

Levi doesn't answer immediately, his pale face marked by pain. Eren then notices the dark stain spreading across his pants, dark red and ominous.

“Fuck, fuck, Levi!” He bellows, his voice trembling with panic. His hands grip the steering wheel until his knuckles whiten.

“I... I fell... My feet... slipped... Armin... Armin helped me... But I... I smelled blood...” Levi tries to speak despite the pain.

“Levi, look at me. Where exactly does it hurt? What do you feel?” Eren keeps one hand on the steering wheel, the other searching for his own, desperate.

“My belly... It feels... it hurts...” Levi murmurs, breathless.

Eren closes his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure.

“Hang in there. We'll be there soon.”

Eren drives nervously, hands clenched on the steering wheel, fingers twitching. He presses the accelerator pedal a little too hard, the car skidding slightly with each turn. Sometimes, he slowly caresses Levi's knee, but his gestures are trembling, full of nervousness.

Levi sees everything cloudy, but he clearly notices the tears running down Eren's cheeks, despite the determination he tries to mask.

Levi panics even more at the sight of his husband crying.

“I... I killed them...” He bursts into tears, the tears rising quickly, and nausea twists his stomach. “I... Eren!”

Eren, surprisingly, doesn't overwhelm him. On the contrary, his voice trembles as he murmurs softly, both comforting and firm.

“Levi, stop. We're... we're coming.”

When they finally arrive at the hospital, Eren spots Hange near the emergency entrance, a wheelchair in his hand. He parks in a hurry, ignoring the other cars and the parking rules.

Eren gets out of the car and walks around it, then opens the passenger door. Levi is too weak to move on his own.

“Eren, help me get him out.” Hange rushes over to them, quickly unfolding the wheelchair.

Together, they support him to the wheelchair. Hange glances quickly at Eren, noticing the reddish stain.

But Levi is beside himself. His hands shake, his breath quickens.

“Hange! Hange, I'm so, so sorry I-”

Hange cuts him off curtly, his tone harsh but benevolent.

“Levi! It's not your fault, so stop it, and put some effort into it!” Then, suddenly, she seems to realize the extent of the damage. “Shit! It's bleeding a lot... Eren, take Armin and follow me. Hurry up.” She pushes the wheelchair towards the automatic doors.

Inside, nurses are already waiting for them, having been warned by Hange. She briefly explains the situation.

“Patient in abdominal trauma, fall down stairs, active bleeding. I'll go with him, but we need a quick diagnosis.” One of the nurses approaches with a stretcher, but Hange shakes his head. “We're going straight to ultrasound. Levi's still conscious, but we need to move fast.”

Eren follows, Armin in his arms, his gaze riveted on Levi. His heart is beating wildly. In the examination room, Hange prepares the ultrasound machine while a doctor checks Levi's vitals. Eren watches in silence, jaw set.

When the first images appear on the screen, Hange freezes. Her expression changes from concentration to concern. She slowly turns the probe, her breath accelerating imperceptibly.

“Levi...” She murmurs, her voice calm but professional. Her gloved hands brush over the blood smeared on Levi's pants, her gestures precise but controlled, though her heart beats wildly. “Levi, when did you bleed?” She asks with clinical precision, but her eyes search Levi's, waiting for an answer.

“I... right after... after I fell...”

Hange bites her lower lip, an expression of concentration on her face. She begins to prepare the necessary material, stringing questions together.

“How did you fall?”

“In the stairs.” Eren answers for Levi, his voice low and dry.

Levi, overcome with remorse, already hates himself. He looks down, almost ashamed, then murmurs softly, guiltily.

“It's... it's my fault... The stairs... they were dirty... I didn't clean up... I slipped.”

The last sentence brings out an underlying anger in Hange. Her mouth twists, ready to retort, but she struggles to remain calm. Gradually, however, she loses her composure. She suddenly raises her eyes, staring at Eren with a gaze burning with rage.

“And... why does Levi have to clean the stairs?”

But Eren doesn't have time to answer as a doctor approaches and speaks briefly.

“Blood pressure's dropping slightly. But don't worry. A drop in blood pressure like this is probably due to dehydration or the stress of the situation. The patient's vitals are otherwise stable.”

Hange nods, her movements precise but rapid. She resumes, still focused on the screen. Images scroll by, but an anomaly catches her eye. Hange freezes for a moment, scanning the screen.

Slowly, she turns the probe once more, her eyes fixed on what she sees.

“Levi...” Her voice trembles slightly, though she does her best to remain professional. “There's... a problem.”

“What have we got?” The doctor behind her steps forward, watching the images intently.

Hange swallows, her fingers still on the probe.

“Moderate internal bleeding. And... there's... an intact amniotic sac, but...” She inhales deeply, gathering her courage. Slowly, she observes the two amniotic sacs, but as she continues to scan, she stiffens.

She purses her lips, swallowing a sad sigh. Her heart tears at what she sees, but she still refuses to say the words. Her voice trembles slightly, trying to keep calm, but the pain shines through in every sentence.

“Levi... There's... there's something... Your body's reacting, it's weakened. There's... something wrong.”

Tears bead in her eyes as she murmurs. She brings her face close to the screen, her trembling hands clutching the device.

“There was... a lack of... blood, and one of the... one of the lives ceased.”

Levi, his eyes shining with fatigue, tries to concentrate, but he can already feel a deep unease settling in. He senses the gravity in Hange's words, and his heart tightens. But he doesn't dare understand yet.

Hange tries to remain in control of herself, but her fingers betray emotion, the trembling in her voice hinting at pain. She continues, ever more gently, as if afraid of shattering a fragile hope.

“Your body has suffered a shock... One of the twins... is no longer holding on.”

Eren, silent so far, picks up on the tension, senses that something hasn't been said yet. He approaches slowly, looking at Hange and Levi in turn.

A shiver runs through the air, and slowly, Eren asks, his voice trembling.

“Are they dead?”

Hange, aware of the impact of his words, shuts up briefly. Her gaze hardens slightly, and a tear beads down her cheek. She purses her lips, but the echo of Eren's question forces her to answer.

“...One of them is gone.”

Levi feels his breath catch. His eyes widen, his gaze goes blank, desperately searching for an anchor in a reality that seems to be collapsing. He feels an immense chasm opening up beneath him, but he's not ready yet.

So he asks in a trembling, almost inaudible voice.

“Which one?”

Hange looks away for a moment, her heart clenching. She inhales deeply, searching for her words, before gently placing a hand on Levi's shoulder.

“The girl...”

Levi begins to shake violently, tears flooding his face. His hands tighten on the sheets, his fingers tighten, his whole body seems on fire. A wrenching scream escapes him, a cry of distress, of despair, a cry that cuts across the entire room.

“NO! NO! NO!”

His sobs intensify, his chest heaving with unbearable pain. The weight of injustice, of loss, overwhelms him completely. He collapses, lost in his sadness, as tears stream down his cheeks.

He clutches the sheets with all his might, his whole body shaking with uncontrollable spasms. His sobs burst, intense, brutal. He struggles against the hands of the doctors who try to calm him, refusing any contact, any consolation.

“No! Let me go! Let me go!” He screams, his voice broken.

Hange tries to keep him lying down, panic mingling with his sadness.

“Levi, listen to me! You've got to calm down, you're endangering your body!” His voice is firm, but laced with distress.

“If his breathing doesn't slow down, he'll hyperventilate. Prepare a mild sedative.” A doctor approaches with a syringe.

“No, wait! Give him a chance...” Hange turns to Levi, his gaze pleading. “Levi, think of the baby that's left. Think of him, he's there, healthy. You have to fight for him, do you hear me? Levi... look, look at me. It's not your fault. The baby that's left is perfectly healthy. We won't need to induce labor now, everything will take its course.”

But Levi isn't listening. His shoulders shake violently, his crying intensifies, his chest heaves with difficulty under the effort. He struggles to breathe, each inhalation an ordeal.

The world around him seems to fade away, noise, gestures, voices - everything. All that remains is this immense, chilling emptiness that surrounds him.

Eren sits up slowly, his eyes brimming with tears, and takes Levi's hand in his own, seeking contact, seeking soothing. But Levi turns his head away, abruptly withdrawing his hand, his gestures trembling.

“It's your fault.” Levi spits these words angrily, his eyes filled with hatred and pain. “You bastard, it's your fault!”

Eren frowns, shocked by this accusation, while Levi stares at him, anger and sadness overflowing from his gaze.

“Levi?” Eren stands frozen, breathless, his gaze plunging into his husband's, surprised, touched, but also terribly hurt.

These are words he's never heard from Levi, words he never thought possible. He's unsettled, paralyzed, unable to understand what's happening, unable to respond.

This is the first time Levi has yelled at him and insulted him.

Hange, for her part, tries to calm the situation, looking worried, trying to soothe Levi with soft, reassuring words, but nothing seems to reach her. She leans slightly towards him, placing a hand on his trembling arm.

“Levi, calm down... you've got to calm down...”

But Levi is enraged. Tears roll down his face profusely, his shoulders shaking with despair and anger. Sadness overwhelms him, a darkness he can't contain, an overflowing torrent of pain.

He feels crushed, as if all the life he'd imagined, all the hope he'd carried were suddenly collapsing.

“Eren, I... I told you to help Levi at home...” Hange raises his voice, a tone of reproach and anger, fixing Eren with a burning gaze, his gaze shot like an arrow in the direction of the person responsible - the one who never took care of anything, the one who let Levi slide into this disaster.

But Levi doesn't listen anymore. He's caught in an inner storm, his weeping intensifies, his breathing becomes erratic. He stares at Eren, breath shaking, fists clenched, rage overwhelming him, every word weighing in his chest.

“It's your fucking fault! Always your fault! All the time!”

Eren stands there, frozen, unable to react, the words sinking deep into him. He feels the pain, he feels the weight of his mistakes, and especially the very first time Levi rejected him in this way.

The acid tone, the hatred, the resentment... everything seems to explode, everything seems to turn against him.

“Levi... You can't talk to me like that! I had nothing to do with this, damn it!” Eren is unsettled, trembling, wounded in his pride and love.

Levi screams, his voice broken, straining under the weight of his rage and pain.

“I hate you, your family, your father the bastard, your mother that fat bitch, your brother that little motherfucker! And you too! I hate you too! Asshole! Asshole...” His words, sharp and violent, explode across the room like shards of glass.

Eren froze, breathless. He's never seen Levi like this, never heard such words come out of his mouth. The shock is such that he recoils slightly, almost instinctively.

“Levi... Who do you think you are?! Are you out of your mind?!” He writhed, his voice trembling between anger and dismay. “It's not my fucking fault! Me...me too I'm fucking sad!”

“I hate you! I hate you! You're the one! You who never do anything! You, you, you!” Levi continues to scream, his voice rising in intensity. An uncontrollable rage, a flood of resentment he can no longer contain. Tears flood his face, his pain consuming him completely. “Are you happy? No girl! No more! I was dreaming of a girl, damn it, but there's nothing for Levi! Nothing! No girl for Levi! It's always all about you, Eren! You, you, fucking you again!”

The words burst from his mouth like blows, each syllable loaded with desperation and anger. Levi almost collapses under the weight of his own words, trembling, breathless, but unable to stop.

Eren, distraught, stands there, his hands trembling slightly. He feels his own heart breaking as Levi continues to attack him. Eren's tears stream down his face, but he's unable to stop them, unable to respond to the violence of the accusations.

“Levi... Stop...” He whispers, but his voice is lost in the chaos of Levi's outburst.

A doctor finally intervenes, placing a firm hand on Hange's shoulder as she watches helplessly.

“We must intervene now. Levi is in crisis. If this continues, he's endangering the baby and his own health.”

Hange nods slowly, albeit reluctantly, letting the doctors administer a light sedative. Levi weakly resists, but his body, exhausted by pain and anger, finally gives in.

His breath slows, his body gradually relaxes, but the atmosphere in the room remains oppressive. The silence that follows is heavy, almost crushing.

Eren, still kneeling beside Levi, buries his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Levi's words still resonate within him, like a sharp pain he can't extinguish.

Hange, for her part, retrieves Armin from his arms, the little one silent and strangely calm from the start. The little boy trembles, eyes wide, clutching Hange with all his might, unable to comprehend all that's happening.

In this room frozen by pain and loss, time seems to stand still. Everyone is a prisoner of their own grief, unable to find a way out of this unbearable moment.

As for Levi, he feels empty.

Not just tired or beaten down, but emptied of everything that defined him. Rage, pain, even fear, all gradually fade away, as if his explosion has taken the last spark of life from him. The sedatives are starting to take effect : his limbs grow heavy, his thoughts muddle, and the emptiness that invades him becomes almost a release.

He vaguely perceives the sounds around him: Hange's footsteps, Armin's murmur, perhaps even Eren's trembling breath. But everything seems far away, as if drowning in a sea of numbness, slowly receding from the surface. He no longer has the strength to think about what he said, what he screamed. No regrets, no anger. Just this nothingness, a sinking broken shell.

His breathing slows, his eyelids grow heavy. Part of him would like to fight, to stay conscious, but the weight of his body and the sedatives pull him inexorably towards a forced sleep. He slowly fades away, like a smothered flame.

And in this floating state, just before the emptiness completely overwhelms him, a fleeting thought crosses his mind: What's going to happen now?

Then nothing. Levi sinks into a benevolent darkness, far from the pain, far from the screams, far from himself.

Chapter Text

The hospital room is silent, disturbed only by the regular beeping of machines.

Levi lies motionless on the bed, his face pale, more fragile than ever. Eren sits on the chair beside him, his back arched, his elbows resting on his knees. He looks at him, but his mind is elsewhere.

He's thinking of the child. Their daughter. An immense weight weighs on his chest, crushing him, but he doesn't move. He no longer cries.

Yet everything inside him is screaming. He wanted her, this child. He was so proud to have twins. He almost bragged about it. Two children, a boy and a girl. He still remembers the ultrasound, the immeasurable joy he couldn't contain that day.

And now... now she's gone.

He closes his eyes, but it doesn't help. The images are even sharper. Levi, bleeding. The screams. The chaos. The doctors' verdict. It all spins in his head like a macabre merry-go-round. It makes him want to vomit.

A noise in the corridor startles him, bringing him back to reality.

His parents.

He'd called them to come and get Armin. He had no other choice. But at the thought of seeing them, he felt panic rise up inside him.

His father.

Eren clenched his fists, his stomach in knots. What's he going to say? Or worse, what won't he say? That heavy silence, that stern, reproachful look. « You're not even capable of protecting your family » His father won't say these words, but he'll think them.

Eren knows. He's always known it. And it terrifies him.

He runs a trembling hand over his face, tries to breathe, to calm himself. But that's when Levi's words come back.

« I hate you. »

Levi's tone was nothing like a complaint or a plea. It was a howl. An explosion. A stab.

Eren felt his jaw clench, a shiver of anger run down his spine.

Levi.

The one who's always grovelled before him. The one who never protested, even when Eren rejected him, even when he poured out his anger, his bitterness, his frustrations on him. Levi, who despite all that, always came back to him, looking down, ready to put up with anything.

And now he dares to say he hates him?

A wave of rage surges through him, burning, devastating. But it dies down almost immediately, giving way to something much worse.
Levi didn't just say it. He meant it. Eren could see it in his eyes, in his gestures, in every word he spat in his face. And that's what breaks him.

He looks down, unable to keep looking at Levi. This isn't right. Levi has no right to say that. Not after everything they've been through. Eren feels a dull ache in his chest, a tear he doesn't know how to mend.

Because the truth is, he's never been in so much pain in his life. Levi hates him.

He clenches his fists until his knuckles whiten, but it doesn't change a thing.

Levi hates him.

Armin sits by a small coffee table, a stack of colored blocks in front of him. Hange has brought them to him, trying to occupy the little boy who doesn't seem to understand what's going on.

Yet Eren knows he feels the tension. He's too young to put it into words, but he feels it. Armin sometimes looks up at his father, hesitates, then returns to his game, as if afraid of disturbing him.

Eren, on the other hand, doesn't move. He stares at Levi, lying pale and fragile on the bed. But his mind is elsewhere, lost in a swirl of dark thoughts. He hardly hears the door open.
When he raises his head, Hange is there, standing on the threshold, arms crossed as if she's trying to figure out how to formulate what she has to say.

“Eren...” She murmurs finally, her tired eyes settling on him. “Your parents are here.”

Eren's heart misses a beat. He straightens in his chair, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Where?”

He sees Hange lower his head, uncomfortable.

A bad sign. Very bad sign.

“At the entrance.” Then she hesitates, before dropping the bomb. “They say... they don't want to see you. What should we do?”

The silence that follows is chilling. Eren blinks incredulously, as if he hadn't heard right. But he did hear. Too well.

They don't want to see him.

His throat tightens, a dull anger rumbles inside him, but it's quickly drowned out by something else. By shame. By pain. He clenches his fists in his lap, his nails digging into his skin.

Of course they don't want to. Why should they?

Hange takes a step forward, reaching out a hand as if to comfort him.

“Eren, I'm sorry, but-”

“Are you?” He lets go, his voice cold and sharp. He rises abruptly, the chair scraping the floor. “Because I don't care.”

It's a lie, a huge lie, and they both know it. Hange looks at him sadly, but says nothing. Eren turns his head, unable to meet his gaze. He inhales deeply, but it doesn't help.

Armin looks up from his blocks, intrigued by his father's voice. His big blue eyes cling to him, innocent, curious. He doesn't understand, but he waits. As if hoping for an explanation, an answer.

Eren looks away. How is he supposed to explain this to him?

Hange steps back slightly, crossing his arms with a sigh.

“Look, Eren... I don't want a scandal in the hospital. Will you bring Armin to them?”

Eren remains silent, jaws clenched, but finally sighs in turn. His shoulders drop slightly, as if all that weight were pulling him down. He rises slowly, his movements heavy, and walks over to Armin, still seated at his low table, his little fingers manipulating the blocks without much conviction.

“Big boy.” Eren begins in a softer voice, placing a hand on Armin's shoulder. The little one looks up, his clear eyes shining with innocence and a hint of concern. “Hange is going to take you back to Grandma and Grandpa's, okay? You'll be good, hm?”

Armin's lips immediately pursed. His little face contracts into a pouty pout, and he shakes his head gently.

“No... Want to stay with you, Dad...” He murmurs, his voice trembling.

Eren feels his heart clench, but he doesn't let on. He kneels down to his full height, running a reassuring hand through the boy's hair.

“Armin, listen to me...” He says softly, but firmly. “Daddy has to stay here. But you, you're going to go and play at Grandpa's. He'll probably make you pancakes... you love them, don't you?”

Armin hesitates, his gaze shifting from his father to Hange, who stands a little way back. Finally, he nods shyly, even as his little arms come around Eren's leg in a desperate embrace.

“Hange, take him back to my parents. If I go myself... It'll go wrong.”

“Eren... Are you sure about this? If you want, I can stay with him a little longer.” Hange approaches, his voice hesitant.

Eren straightens, his features frozen in an indecipherable expression.

“It's better this way. Otherwise, the scandal in the hospital, you'll get it.”

Hange watches Eren for a moment, as if trying to break through his shell. But she says nothing more. She reaches out a hand toward Armin, who still hesitates, clutching Eren's leg as if he fears he'll never see him again.

“Armin.” Eren murmurs as he leans in again, his hands resting on the boy's small shoulders. “Dad will come for you in the morning. He promises. You trust Daddy, don't you?”

The boy sniffs, wipes away a budding tear with the cuff of his sleeve, then timidly extends his hand to Hange.

“Here you go, big guy.” She says with a gentle smile, gently taking the little hand in hers. “Here we go. I'll take you back to see Grandpa, and you'll see, it'll be fine.”

Eren watches them walk away, Armin's hesitant step disappearing ahead of him. The door closes softly behind them, and suddenly, silence returns.

He stands for a moment, fists clenched, staring at the closed door. Then he turns slowly to Levi, still motionless on the bed.

And now he's alone. With his pain. With this immense abyss opening up beneath his feet.

Eren drops onto the mattress beside Levi. His feet dangle in the void, and like a child, he rocks them gently. He looks at nothing in particular, but eventually his eyes land on his husband.
Levi, peaceful in his unconsciousness, seems far removed from all the arguments and tension. His thin lips are slightly parted, letting in a steady, light breath.

A trembling hand rises, and Eren gently caresses Levi's pale cheek, as if seeking to feel something, to rekindle a bond he's not sure he still has.

But the gentleness of this gesture contrasts with the bitterness that overwhelms him.

« It's your fault. » Levi's words still echo in his head, sharp and cold as blades. « You, always everything revolves around you. »

Why? Why so much anger, so much resentment in the words of the man who has always devoted himself to him? Levi, the same man who bent over backwards, who accepted everything, even the unacceptable.

Is it sadness that speaks? Anger, uncontrollable in the face of this tragedy that has befallen them? Or... has Levi, all these years, really blamed him?

Eren looks away, breathless, as if the truth he guesses is suffocating him. He sighs heavily, his hand falling back onto the mattress.
Of course Levi blames him. How could it be otherwise? He was a lousy husband. An absent, unworthy father. He knows it, Eren knows it. It's not a sudden revelation, but a weight he's been carrying around for years.

He's tried. He tried to keep his promises. The memories come back, sharp and painful: the nights spent telling himself he would change, that he would make an effort, that he would be the loving husband, the exemplary father Levi and Armin deserve. He wanted to believe it. But every time he tried, he failed.

Pride, for one. That damned pride that tells him he doesn't have to change, that it's up to the world to adapt to him. Why bend when he can impose? He hates this part of himself, this arrogance that shatters everything in its path. But he doesn't know how to silence it.

And then there's something else, something darker, something deeper. An anger he can't understand, a grudge against a life he didn't choose. He loves Levi. He loves Armin. But there's a part of him that still screams that he never wanted any of this. That he's been trapped, locked into a life that's not like him. And this thought devours him from the inside, because he knows it's unfair.

He'd seen himself in this role, though.

With these twins, he thought he had a chance. He believed that these children, so small, so vulnerable, would be the glue their couple needed. That their presence would heal the wounds he had left gaping in him.

He felt capable, even impatient.

He'd imagined their faces a thousand times. How they'd have his eyes, his nose, maybe his jaw. He had caught himself hoping, wanting to see his features on beings he would have shaped, children who would be an extension of himself.

But in retrospect, a bitter taste rose to his mouth.

Was this his whole motivation? To see his children bear his features? To see them walk, talk, be his reflection in this world? Was this love or just ego?

Her breath breaks for a moment. They haven't been here long, these twins. They haven't had time to breathe together. And yet, he'd already lost them. Not just the girl, but their promise. Their hope.

“I wanted to be a good father...” he murmurs, the words barely audible, as if talking to himself. “I wanted to be a good person for you. But I blew it, didn't I?”

He rests his eyes on Levi, on his peaceful features. A tear escapes him, rolling down his cheek.

He doesn't know which is more unbearable: Levi's anger, or the fear that this anger has always been there, that Levi has spent all these years hating him, silently, under the weight of his devotion.

Eren let out another sigh, his shoulders slumping even more.

“I'm sorry,” he finally whispers, his voice broken. But the words fall on deaf ears. Levi doesn't hear them.

Eren closes his eyes and clenches his fists.

He sees his husband again, so often alone, so often abandoned, even before this tragedy. Eren didn't wait until their children were born to fail in his role. He let Levi down long before. When he should have been there, supporting him, sharing his anguish, all he did was duck. He knows this.

And yet... he couldn't wait. Eren couldn't wait to become a father again, to hold those babies in his arms, to one day show them what he was capable of being. But that was a lie. All he's shown so far is that he's running.

Levi knows it. Levi has always known it.

His gaze shifts to Levi. His lips barely parted. A face that has never been more tired, more empty. Eren feels his throat tighten at the thought of what Levi has lost. He murmurs, as if to himself: “You wanted a girl... You were the one talking about names. It was your dream.”

And now? Levi has nothing. Nothing but himself, Eren, and his meager comfort. A shadow of anger rises, against himself, against this situation he helped create.

« It's all about you. »

Levi's words pierce him again. What if Levi was right?

He plunges back into his memories, looking for excuses, justifications. But he finds none. All those times Levi demanded his attention and looked away. All those arguments where he responded with silence or reproach. Levi, who fought alone for this couple, for these children.

And where was he, Eren?

A another tear slides down his cheek, but he doesn't wipe it away. He's known the truth for a long time, but it seems unbearable now. Levi is right. It's all about him. It's always about him, always about his comfort, his desires, his priorities.

Eren rests his head in his hands, his heart heavy. Another thought crosses his mind, brutal, shameful: Thank you, it's not the boy who left.

He hates that thought. He blames himself for having had it. But it's there, deeply rooted, like an indelible mark of his selfishness. A relief he doesn't want to admit to himself.

“I'm just an asshole...” He murmurs, his voice breaking.

He lets himself fall back onto the mattress, half-turning his back on Levi. The anger he felt against him moments ago is crushed under the weight of his guilt.

Eren isn't sure he can live with himself. Not after this.

Eren stands frozen, his thoughts circling as he stares at Levi, lying inert on the hospital bed. His lips are dry, and he has that unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach, the one that whispers that he's guilty, that he can't escape this time. He inhales deeply, but the air feels heavy.

Levi has fallen.

That's what he's been telling himself, over and over, since this morning.

It's Levi who screwed up. He shouldn't have been so distracted, he shouldn't have approached those steps of stairs like an idiot. It was all his fault. Yes, that's what he thought at first.

But the more he thought about it, the more another reality dawned on him, brutal and implacable. No. It was his own fault.

He should have been there. He should have been there, damn it. Not somewhere else, not locked up in his bubble, not pushing Levi away again like he always does. Again this morning... Levi tried to talk to him.

Levi tried, once again, to explain to him how he felt, his loneliness, his need for presence, for attention. Levi cried. Eren saw him cry.

And he knew very well why. It wasn't a mystery, it wasn't a veiled cry for help.

It was clear, limpid.

Levi is alone. Always alone. He needs him, needs Eren, needs his support. Levi is tired of carrying everything on his frail shoulders. He can no longer beg in silence.

Eren knows. He's always known. But what has he done?

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He closed his eyes. He closed his eyes again. He saw himself again, this morning, wrapping his arms around Levi's trembling shoulders, his empty words whispered to calm the storm.
He consoled him as one would console a capricious child, barely touching the truth, dodging the subject as he does so well.

But Levi... Levi is not a capricious child. Levi is broken. Levi is in pain. Levi needs him. And he's done nothing.

He did nothing.

He remembers the looks, the words, the warnings. Everyone told him. Friends, family... even Hange had once taken that serious tone to remind him that Levi wouldn't last forever. But what about him? What did he do about it?

Well, his friends...

Eren remembers the first time he introduced Levi to his friends. Levi was three months pregnant with Armin, and Eren was about to marry him.

He still remembers the words he used that day, words he thought were a cold, bitter truth:

« Levi manipulated me into carrying my child. He ruined my life, but my parents are forcing me to marry him. »

These words had been enough to erect an insurmountable barrier between Levi and his friends. From that moment on, they had all despised Levi. The looks he received that day were harsh, devoid of humanity.

No one had tried to see the man behind the facade.

In retrospect, Eren wondered if that wasn't when Levi had started to blame him. After all, those words were just a cruel way of blaming Levi for everything.

And after that, his friends had never considered him. Not even once.

That's what Eren wanted back then. For his friends to despise Levi. To share his resentment towards the man he saw, then, as the man who had ruined his life.

They all despised him.

Except... except one person.

Porco.

Eren remembered. Porco had looked at Levi differently, unlike Reiner or Jean. His gaze carried something deeper. His mouth was slightly ajar, his eyebrows furrowed in a way that hinted at some inner turmoil. It was as if he were searching for something - something only he could see, or perhaps something he couldn't grasp himself.

Eren had never known why.

But what he remembered even more clearly was the conversation he'd had with Porco a few days later, in the old apartment where he'd lived before their marriage.

« Eren, you can't talk about your omega like that. You made decisions, and you made mistakes. You have to own them, and Levi isn't at fault for your sexual urges. »

Eren still remembers the burn of those words. He'd been offended. Offended that anyone would dare tell him what to do, that anyone would dare question his authority.

It was the first serious argument they'd had in years.

No, in fact, they'd been fighting long before that. In high school, for example, when Eren made fun of a classmate or showed arrogance, Porco was always the one who dared to put him in his place.

And that's why he's his dearest friend. Because Porco isn't like the others. Because he wasn't just a friend to play games with or drink beers with, unlike Reiner and Jean.

No... Porco was different.

They argued. Severely. Like the six months later, after Armin was born.

Eren still remembers that moment. Levi had just given birth. They were in hospital, and Porco had come to visit. But not with a smile or a handshake.

No, Porco had come with flowers. Not for Eren.

For Levi.

To congratulate him.

Levi's gaze that day was luminous. Happy. He'd loved the gesture. But Eren? Eren hadn't stood for it.

He could still see the scene. Levi, sitting up in bed, dark circles under his eyes but a sincere smile softening his tired face.

Porco, standing beside him, holding out a bouquet with an awkward grin.

Then Eren, his chest tight with anger, stepping forward and snatching the flowers from Levi's hands before the omega even had a chance to smell a flower.
Levi’s smile vanished instantly, his hands trembling slightly before falling limply into his lap.

His gaze dropped, staring at the crumpled bedsheet instead of the broken tension in the room.

Porco’s expression darkened, but he didn’t say anything right away. Instead, he glanced at Levi, then turned to Eren, his jaw clenched. With a sharp jerk of his head, he gestured toward the door. The message was clear: Out.

Eren’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the mangled flowers, but he followed Porco into the hallway.

The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Porco exploded.

« What the fuck is your problem, Eren?» he snapped, his voice low enough not to carry back to Levi but sharp enough to cut. « You really think it’s normal to treat him like that? Levi’s the one who gave your kid, and you act like he’s dirt? »

Eren’s chest heaved, his face darkening. « He’s my omega, my family. I don’t need you coming in here, playing the hero. »

Porco let out a bitter laugh. « Hero? Hell no. I just was happy... for you, Eren. I... I just wanted to congratulate your husband on giving you a child. »

The words stung, and Eren didn’t have a reply—not one he could say out loud, anyway.

Porco didn’t wait for one. « You disappoint me, Eren. I know you didn't want this life, but seriously... You need to reconsider. » With that, he turned and stormed out of the hospital slamming the front door behind him.
Eren stood there in the empty hallway, the crushed bouquet still in his hand, as the silence swallowed him whole.

But that day, Eren had learned something he'd never known: Levi loved flowers.

And, ironically, it was from that moment on that Eren had begun to offer him flowers. A simple, almost clumsy gesture, to try and compensate.

As always, he and Porco eventually made peace. Reiner and Jean had acted as mediators, and they were reconciled. Eren cared too much for Porco to let an argument go on.

But there had been other arguments too.

The most recent, the one he couldn't get out of his mind, was a year or two ago. The evening he'd slapped Levi in front of them.

It was an ordinary evening with friends. Levi, for once, had integrated himself, and dared to answer Porco when the latter had thanked him for serving him a bowl of chips.

And Eren, jealous or irritated, couldn't take it. A slap in the face, in front of everyone, just because Levi had dared to exist other than in silence. Levi said nothing. He'd cried, but hadn't fought back. He had simply bowed his head, almost docile.

And for Eren, at the time, this was normal.

What struck him today was the indifference of his friends that night. No one flinched. Not a word, not an objection. They continued their conversation as if nothing had happened. Because Eren surrounded himself with people like that. People who never contradicted him, who accepted everything, who laughed at his jokes, even the worst ones. People who turned a blind eye, even to the unacceptable.

But on this particular evening, there was one obvious exception: Porco.

At the end of that evening, Porco had taken him aside, once again.

« Eren, listen to me. What you've done here... It's not right. You can't treat Levi like that. It doesn't matter if he's an omega, or your husband, or whatever. He deserves better than that. »

Eren, offended, had tried to defend himself. He'd raised his voice, shouted maybe. But Porco wouldn't let him.

« One day, Levi's going to turn his back on you. And when that day comes, you'll only have yourself to blame. Who knows... it might be best for both of you. »

They'd had a fight. Violently. Not to the point of hitting each other, but the words had come out.

These violent gestures, which seemed so natural, so harmless, were not. They were wounds, invisible but very real. And even if Eren hadn't admitted it out loud, he'd understood that day that he'd crossed a line.

In time, they made peace, as they always had. Porco was a true friend. One who dared to speak out, even when it hurt. Eren knew that now, more than ever.

But well… that didn’t stop Porco from being a bit macho. For all his high and mighty speeches about respect and treating omegas right, he wasn’t exactly innocent, let's face it.

Of course, he couldn't be friends with Eren without sharing some of his preconceptions.

For Porco, omegas were pretty good for staying at home, looking after the kids and... yeah, sex. In that area, according to Porco, they were downright unbeatable. Eren still remembered the winks Porco would sometimes throw at him, a smirk on his face, when he talked about his nights with Levi.

Porco never been one to mince his words, especially when it came to sex. With him, it was straight to the point, no detours.

« So, how's Levi keeping you warm?” he'd once tossed out, accompanied by a hearty laugh. Another time, when Eren joked that he hadn't slept all night because Levi hadn't been able to « keep up », Porco mockingly replied: «
Don't worry, you can learn that with a good alpha. »

And the more the beers piled up, the more his filters disappeared.

« Man, you know how many times I've woken up in the morning, dick hard as a rock, with my brain still glued to the last dream I had? » He chuckled, shooting Eren a defiant look, « I dreamt about an omega dude the other night. He was sexy, like a little bitch, I swear. An ass... Fucking plump ass, just like I love 'em. I can't tell you what he was doing to me... But fuck, I woke up, I didn't even drink any coffee. I jerked off so much, my dick was on fire all day. »

And when the conversation drifted to ruts, he let loose even more.

« Do you realize I spent three hours on a porn site last night? Three fucking hours, watching videos. And you know what? By the end, I was so sweaty I almost changed my sheets at midnight. But hey, since I live alone, who cares, right? »

He occasionally leaned toward Eren, as if he were about to reveal a state secret.

« Seriously, male omegas are something else, aren't they? When they start begging you... Fuck, just thinking about it almost makes my head spin. Can you imagine their voice, huh? All soft, all broken, like: Alpha, go harder. It drives me crazy. I've always wanted to know... when they're in heat, do male omegas smell the same as females? Ah, shit, I'm already getting a hard-on! »

And Porco also had a talent for making any situation awkward.

« Once, at the bakery, I was talking with an omega who… had obviously developed a crush on me.. She was tiny, cute and wearing a tight dress. I swear, Eren, there was no way I could concentrate. She was asking me something, and all I could imagine was seeing her on her knees... Anyway. »

But the worst was when he began to analyze his own solitude...

« Last night, I was on my sofa, quiet. And then, it just goes up, you know. I say to myself: Well, come on, it's time to do my alpha job. But I've been doing it a bit too much, and I think my right hand is starting to sulk at me. I've got to vary, do you think I should try the left? »

Even his solitary pleasures were becoming an awkward topic of discussion.

« Yesterday, I tried something new. Don't worry, I'm not going to give away any details... Well, not too many. Let's just say it involved a mirror and a video of an omega in heat. And that I had to clean my coffee table afterwards. »

He was getting even more graphic, unable to hide his obsession.

« A well-made nest, with soft sheets, an omega begging you to fill it.... This isn't just sex. It's nature screaming at you to do your alpha job. Seriously, if this ever happens to me, I swear I won't leave this nest for three days. We can starve or die of thirst for all I care. I'm not leaving the nest until I haven't knotted his insides, you know? »

When he was in a better mood, Porco got the message across with a touch of humor.

« Eren, if you tell me one more time that Levi's a pain in the ass, I swear I'll take your place right now. Seriously, Eren, you're a lucky bastard. Do you realize what you've got? This guy loves you. He looks at you like you're the center of his universe. And here you are, bitching about shit when any alpha would die to be in your shoes. Frankly, you deserve to sleep on the couch just for that. »

Inappropriate, sometimes heavy-handed comments that always drew laughs from Eren. Remarks tinged with dubious humor that reflected Porco's simplistic ideas about the role of omegas.

But even so, Porco had limits. Unlike Eren, he had never considered that an omega was simply a man or a housewife to be mistreated or despised.

Porco's preconceptions stopped where injustice began. He may have thought that omegas were made for certain things, but he couldn't stand being reduced to that.

Porco may have had opinions from another age, but he never condoned excess. For him, justice came first. Whether Levi was an omega or not, he deserved respect.

He had spoken to show him a truth he refused to see: that Levi was far more than his status, his role as an omega or even his husband.

Over time, Eren had noticed a subtle change in Reiner and Jean. These two, who had once followed his every opinion without flinching, had begun to see Levi differently. They'd never dared say anything to Eren - perhaps out of fear of his explosive temper or simply out of habit of not contradicting him - but their looks spoke for them.

Reiner, with his heavy silences, often seemed uncomfortable when Levi was the target of little disparaging remarks, like those Eren used to hurl without even thinking about it. As for Jean, his behavior towards Levi had changed too and this had not escaped Eren.

No, they no longer saw Levi as inferior.

Eren realized this today. And it burned him up inside. Not with anger, no.

But of a dull, lingering shame. They had evolved. They'd opened their eyes to Levi, seen his value, whereas Eren had remained blind for so long.

Porco, on the other hand, had always been different. Unlike the others, he'd never looked at Levi with the contempt Eren had instilled in everyone else.

But he knew Eren too. His complexes, his fragile ego, that rage he carried inside him without even understanding where it came from. So Porco had never openly defended Levi, not to his face at least, and certainly not in front of their friends.
He knew how Eren was, how quickly he’d lash out, how fiercely he guarded his pride.
Porco had always taken Eren aside, away from everyone, to say what needed to be said. Away from Levi, away from the others, who wouldn’t understand what it meant to confront Eren privately. It wasn’t about protecting Eren’s image—it was about knowing when and where to talk so his words would actually sink in.

Eren still remembered what he sometimes thought at the time, right after they have a fight. To him, Porco was just a frustrated, celibate alpha, incapable of minding his own business. A man who, for want of a better word, wanted to interfere in his married life to satisfy that innate need to control and protect that seemed ingrained in alphas.

But now, looking back, Eren saw things differently.

Porco had simply seen in Levi what Eren refused to recognize: a person who deserved better. And Eren finally understood that. But too late.

Eren looked down, memories flooding his mind with brutal clarity.

All those moments when he'd looked at Levi, and something had tightened inside him. It was in these little things that he'd begun to love him: the way Levi arranged his hair in front of the mirror, with a meticulous precision that made him smile in secret.

It was that slight frown when he was lost in thought, or that tired but luminous gaze he'd cast on Armin. It was the sweet, soothing scent that emanated from him, that presence that filled the house with a calm Eren had never been able to appreciate back then.

But that wasn't all. What Eren loved about Levi was his unfailing love. A love that never wavered, even in the face of his worst behavior. The way he always stayed there, despite the harsh words and unfair gestures.

It was in his submission, in that silent way of accepting everything Eren imposed, even if it broke him. Levi gave everything, always everything, and Eren had seen it too late.

He remembered his smiles, rare but sincere, which seemed to brighten even the darkest days. Of his tender, almost instinctive gestures, as when Levi placed a light hand on his shoulder or absentmindedly stroked his hair, as if he wanted to soothe a pain Eren had never dared express.
He liked his gentle words, discreet whispers that counterbalanced his own harshness. Words he hadn't been able to hear at the time, but which now resonated like a painful echo in his mind.

And then there was his beauty. A beauty so simple, so natural, that even on days when Levi was tired, even when he was angry or sad, he seemed to shine with a light that Eren had never been able to describe. Levi didn't need make-up or artifice. It was in his eyes, in his posture, in the innate tenderness he exuded, that Eren saw all his beauty.

And above all, it was the way Levi had endured everything. All of it. His harsh words, his tantrums, his injustices. He'd stayed there, in spite of it all.

And Eren... Eren loved him. He loved Levi with a love that hurt.

His gentleness, his tenderness, his love, and the way he gave himself completely, without expecting anything in return. Levi was everything Eren was not. He was what Eren had never appreciated then, but cherished now, with a mixture of pain and regret.

Of a love he'd been running from for so long he didn't even know when it had begun to be born.

And Porco had seen it. Porco had understood it before Eren was even aware of it. Because if he had defended Levi, again and again, it wasn't just for him. No, Porco had done it for Eren too.

Eren remembered that argument, when Porco had told him that Levi didn't deserve what he was putting him through.

He'd lashed out, vexed, refusing to believe that he could care about a man he treated as an obstacle in his life.

But now he saw the truth. Porco had seen that love, hidden beneath the layer of anger and frustration. He had seen those clumsy gestures Eren made, without even realizing it, in an attempt to keep Levi close to him.

As a friend, Porco had given him all the cards.

Every possible chance that Eren would stop running away from his feelings, that he would come to terms with this love, that he wouldn't lose Levi.

But Eren, too proud, too blind, had failed to grasp them. Not in time.

And Eren finally understood this. But too late.

Porco had been the only one who'd always dared to confront him, even if it often ended in arguments.

And today, Eren realized just how much those words and arguments had meant. Because, despite everything, Porco had been the first to try and open his eyes. Maybe he hadn't always known how to listen, hadn't always known how to understand.

But one thing was certain: Porco had been right. Right from the start.

Sometimes, in the silence of his thoughts, Eren wondered.

What would his life have been like if, right from the start, someone had dared to contradict him, as Porco did? If all his friends had raised their voices at his excesses? If his father, instead of showering him with reproaches and insults, had truly educated him? Not by breaking him, but by showing him the way. By guiding him, as a parent is supposed to do.

Maybe he wouldn't have been like that. Maybe he would have learned to be a loving husband, a patient father. Maybe he would have listened to Levi, instead of crushing him under the weight of his frustrations and anger.

Maybe he would have understood sooner what it meant to be a man. To take responsibility.

But the reality was that he'd grown up without that guidance. With a father quicker to judge than to teach. With friends, for the most part, far too docile to tell him the truth.

Eren runs a trembling hand over his face, pulling his hair back in a desperate gesture. Today, he can't help wondering... if that day Porco spoke of has already arrived.

If, somewhere, Levi hasn't already turned his back on him. Maybe not completely yet, but he's getting closer.

Damn.

He knows why he's acting this way. His pride, his selfishness, that damn shell he's built to never admit he's wrong. But now it all seems so pathetic. The armor's crumbling, and all he feels is a dull ache gnawing at his insides.

“Levi...” He whispers, his voice trembling.

He looks down at his husband, his heart twisting at the sight of his face so pale, so still. He'd always believed Levi was strong, that he could take anything he threw at him. But even the most resilient souls eventually give in. And Levi did. Because of him.

Eren let out a mirthless, bitter laugh.

“Shit... I let you down, huh? Again.”

His shoulders slump, and he places a hesitant hand on Levi's, his cold skin against his. He's at a loss for words, but in his mind, everything's screaming. He hates himself. He hates what he's become.

And now there's nothing left to do but wait for Levi to wake up. If Levi wakes up. And if he opens his eyes, what can Eren say to him? That he's sorry? That word seems insignificant in the face of all he's broken.

Eren sits up slightly as he hears the door open. Hange enters softly, closing behind her without a sound. She glances quickly at Levi, lying on the bed, then back at Eren.

“There... Armin is fine with your parents.” She says in a neutral voice.

Eren nods, looking away to stare at the floor, as if trying to escape what comes next.

“What did they say?” He asks, his throat tight.

Hange hesitates, crossing her arms as if weighing her words. Finally, she shakes her head.

“Listen... You'll talk it over with them instead. If you wish.”

“Hange.” Eren raises his head, frowning.

She sighs, taking a few steps forward to approach.

“They've had some inappropriate things to say. Even so...” She looks at him, up and down, as if to emphasize his condition. “Even if you have your faults, what they said wasn't right. Wait until they calm down.”

“They won't calm down.” Eren sneers, a short, bitter sound.

“Maybe not right away.” She sits down on a nearby chair. “But you know as well as I do that they need to digest this. What's happened... It's not nothing.”

“Like I need to be reminded.” Eren growls, running a hand through his messy hair. “I know what happened.”

“But did you really prepare for it to end like this?” Hange stares at him, his gaze piercing, but without harshness.

Eren clenches his jaws, closing in on himself. He remains silent, but Hange can see he's seething.

“It was to be expected, Eren.” She continues softly. “Levi held out as long as he could. He gave you so many chances, and you... you took them for granted. You wanted it all, without really making any effort to keep it.”

“And what do you know, eh?!” His voice is louder than he would have liked. “What do you think? That I just stood there and did nothing? That I felt nothing when Levi was crying or when he started to break down? I tried to change, but...”

“But what?” Hange interrupted. “But it was too difficult? Too complicated for you to put your damn ego aside? To talk to Levi the way he deserved?”

Eren clicks his tongue, frustrated. Who the fuck was she to talk down to him like this? That tone. God, he hated it. He'd always hated it. It was always directed at him, as if she took pleasure in rubbing his failures in his face, peeling back all the wounds he tried to hide.

And the worst part? She wasn't wrong. That's what made him want to punch a wall. Hange always fucking knew. She always had her finger on the sensitive spot, pressing just enough to make him angry.

“You talk like it was easy. As if I could snap my fingers and become someone else. It's not that simple, Hange. I grew up with parents who put pressure on me, who taught me to be strong, to never show my weaknesses. I don't know how else to do it.”

Hange gives him a long look, then shakes his head.

“See? Even now, you're hiding behind excuses.”

“It's not excuses, it's the truth!” He retorts, standing up abruptly.

“Maybe.” She says calmly. “But that truth doesn't justify everything. Levi grew up with nothing. He could have been like you, bitter and selfish. But he's not. He gave everything he had for you, for Armin, for those twins you said you wanted more than anything. But what about you? What did you give him in return, Eren? Crumbs? Half-promises? Silences?”

Eren opens his mouth to reply, but no words come out. He's defensive, his gaze hard, but deep down he knows she's right. Hange's every word is a slap in the face, a truth he refuses to face, but can't deny.

He finally sighs, sitting back down heavily on the mattress next to Levi.

“You think I don't know?” He murmurs, almost inaudible. “You think it doesn't gnaw at me? That I sleep well at night knowing I'm the asshole in the story?”

Hange watches him, his expression softened.

“I'm not saying this to put you down, Eren. I'm saying it because, if you keep this up, you're going to lose everything. Levi's still here. But for how long?”

Silence falls between them. Eren stares at Levi, his lips trembling slightly, but he doesn't answer. Hange finally rises, laying a hand lightly on his shoulder.

“Think it over, Eren. It's not too late. But it starts with you.”

Eren raises his head sharply, his deep voice breaking the silence after several minutes.

“How do you know all this? About Levi?” He asks, staring at Hange with a mixture of disbelief and anger, though he doesn't really know who it's meant for.

Hange, already ready to leave the room, pauses, her hand on the door handle.

“Excuse me?” She slowly turns her eyes toward him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“How do you know all this? His life? His past?” Eren insists, harder this time. “That he's lonely, that he's tried to talk to me, that he's fed up with me.... Levi confided in you?”

Hange sighed deeply, releasing the grip to turn fully back to him.

“Is that what you're interested in? If he confided in me? Do you realize what you just said, Eren?”

“Answer me.” He growls, refusing to let go. “Did he talk to you?”

She stares at him for a long moment, as if trying to figure out what's going on in his head. Then she crosses her arms.

“No, Eren. Levi didn't tell me anything.”

“Then how do you know?”

Hange shakes his head slowly, a sad smile forming on his lips.

“Are you serious? You really want me to tell you how I know Levi's unhappy? That you've never tried to understand who he is?” She takes a few steps forward, stopping right in front of him. “Because it shows. In everything he doesn't say. In the way he fades away when you're around. In the way he's always trying to get your attention, even with insignificant things, and you just move on like it doesn't matter.”

Eren opens his mouth to retort, but Hange raises a hand to silence him.

“You want to know why I know more about Levi than you do? Because I've watched him. Because I've listened to him, even when he wasn't saying anything. You know, Levi doesn't confide easily. Not even with me. But sometimes, when you're on your phone, or busy with something else during the ultrasound, he'll drop a few snippets. Little details about his childhood, his parents, his loneliness. Because I talk to him, I ask him questions. I'm interested in him. And each time, I wonder how someone can carry so much weight alone, and how the person who shares his life sees nothing.”

Eren clenches his fists, his gaze flickering between Hange and the floor.

“Levi hasn't spoken to me directly about you, Eren.” She continues softly. “But he didn't have to. Everything he's feeling, everything he's enduring, it's written all over his face. And you... You're blind because you refuse to see it. Because it would bring you face to face with what you've become. And that's what terrifies you most, isn't it?”

He doesn't answer, his fingers trembling slightly as he fights his emotions.

“You know what Levi really wanted, Eren? Not a perfect husband. Not someone rich or powerful. He just wanted you to be there. To be interested in him. To look at him as a person, not just an omega at your feet.”

Eren felt his heart clench at these words, as if a truth he'd always tried to ignore had just been ripped from him.

“So, before you ask yourself if Levi confided in me, ask yourself why he never confided in you. And what that says about your relationship.” Hange steps back slightly, crossing his arms again.

Hange stares at him for a long moment after his last words, motionless, arms crossed. She has no intention of leaving, and Eren remains frozen. His eyes flicker between Hange and the void, his lips part, but no sound comes out.

He finally runs a nervous hand through his hair, unable to hold his gaze.

“I...” He begins, but the words are lost in his throat. He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't know how to respond.

“You're lost, aren't you?” Hange bellows, breaking the silence. His voice is softer now, almost compassionate.

Eren clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms.

“I don't know what to do...” He confesses at last, barely more than a whisper.

Hange nods slowly, stepping slightly toward him.

“It's only natural. When you've spent so much time ignoring a problem, it eventually catches up with you. And when it gets to you... it paralyzes you.”

He raises his eyes to hers, a flicker of distress in his gaze.

“How... How am I supposed to fix this? I can't go back, Hange. Everything I've done, everything I haven't done...”

“You really want to fix things?” She asks, her tone serious, almost cutting.

“Of course I do!” He retorts immediately, almost defensively. But his voice trembles slightly, betraying his uncertainty.

“Then start by listening, Eren. Stop trying to control everything, direct everything, and listen. Levi doesn't need you to be perfect, or even to be the ideal husband. He just needs you to be there, to be interested in him for real.”

“But I don't know anything about him!"Eren admits, his voice breaking. “That's the problem, Hange. I've spent years with him, and I know nothing about him. Nothing about what he likes, nothing about what he really wants. I don't even know what he's feeling right now, except that he hates me.”

Hange crouched slightly to be at his full height, his gaze becoming more tender.

“It's not too late, Eren. If you really want to change, you can still get to know him. But it takes courage. Real courage. Not the kind you use to hide your pride behind a facade of perfect alpha. The kind of courage it takes to be vulnerable.”

He looks down, his legs trembling slightly under the weight of his emotions.

“What if I'm not capable of that?”

“Honestly, Eren... I think you are capable. You're just afraid of what's involved. And that's normal.”

He remains silent, his thoughts a chaotic swirl. As for Hange, she just stands there, watching him, without moving. She doesn't press him, doesn't push him to answer. She knows he must face all this at his own pace.

After a long moment, Eren drops gently onto the mattress, sitting next to Levi, his hands gripping his knees. He stares at his husband, still unconscious, his breathing calm but so distant.

“I don't want to lose him...” He finally whispers, almost inaudible.

“Then prove it.” Hange replies with a gentleness that contrasts with the previous conversation. “Not to me, not to the others. To him. And to yourself.”

Eren fixes Levi with an intense, almost desperate gaze. His husband's words still echo in his head, like a slap that refuses to go away.

« It's your fault. » His fists clench, his breathing quickens, and finally, he explodes.

“How could he say that to me?” His voice bursts into the room, hoarse, almost strangled. He turns abruptly to Hange, his eyes shining with rage and pain. “He said he hated me, Hange! Can you believe it? "« I hate you »! After all I've done for him!”

Hange remains motionless, arms crossed, watching Eren as if waiting for him to finish. But her silence only rekindles Eren's anger.

“How am I supposed to... How am I supposed to forgive him for this?” His voice trembles, oscillating between a scream and a sob. “He told me it was my fault! Me! As if I wanted to lose that child! And him... how do you expect him to forgive me, if he thinks all that, huh?!”

“Eren... Don't you think he's suffering too? Don't you think he... maybe said that in pain?” Hange approached slowly, keeping his tone calm but firm.

“No, Hange, that's no excuse!” Eren shakes his head violently, unable to contain his frustration. “Never has Levi spoken to me like that. Never! And now he's looking at me like I'm... like I'm a monster. Like everything that's happened is all my fault.”

“And maybe he thinks it is.” Hange retorts in a drier voice, his gaze piercing.

Eren freezes, his eyes crinkling in shock.

“What?”

“You heard me right.” She continues, taking a step forward. “Levi's broken, Eren. Shit, he's an omega who lost his kid! And maybe part of him holds you responsible. But what do you do? You get angry, you blame everything on him. You scream because he's said hurtful things to you, but have you asked yourself why it's come to this?”

Eren opens his mouth to answer, but no sound comes out. He looks away, unable to hold her gaze.

“No, of course not.” Hange continues, his voice full of reproach. “You've never really listened to Levi. You never asked yourself how he felt, what was in his heart. And now that he's finally exploding, you start screaming, playing the victim.”

“I'm not a victim!” Eren retorts, his voice rising a notch.

“Then stop acting like one!” Hange retorts, not losing his cool. “Stop making it all about you, Eren. Yes, Levi may be angry with you. Yes, he's said some horrible things to you. But what do you expect him to do? That he hides his pain to spare you, like he's always done?”

Eren takes a step back, his fists still clenched.

“You think I don't care? You think I don't feel anything? It's my child we've lost too, Hange!”

“And Levi knows it.” She replies softly. “But you think screaming and blaming it all on him or you is going to fix anything? Levi's broken, Eren. And so are you. And you need each other, even if you refuse to admit it.”

Eren lowers his head, his shoulders slumping slightly.

“He hates me...” He murmurs, almost to himself.

“He resents you, and that's normal. I don't think he hates you... Otherwise, he'd never have lasted this long with you. What Levi wants is for you to wake up. To be there for him, for real. But you're always running away.”

Silence falls again in the room, heavy and oppressive. Eren stares at the floor, his breath short, his thoughts a whirlwind of anger, regret and confusion. Hange, for her part, doesn't move, waiting patiently for him to find his words.

“I don't know how to...” He murmurs at last, his voice broken.

“You start by stopping shouting and listening.” Hange replies, his tone gentler again. “If you really want to make things right, you'll have to be willing to face whatever he has to say, even if it hurts. And above all... you'll finally have to put your pride aside.”

Eren doesn't answer, but his expression betrays the inner struggle that's tearing him apart. Hange gently places a hand on his shoulder, an almost comforting gesture.

Eren observes Levi, lying there, his pale face framed by his black hair, his dark circles almost erased under the effect of the sedative.

“Why doesn't Levi wake up?” His voice is low, but the tension is palpable. He turns to Hange, eyebrows furrowed. “I thought it was a mild sedative you gave him.”

Hange purses her lips, visibly uncomfortable. She hesitates for a second before answering.

“Yes... but you know, Levi is so thin. He may be six months pregnant, but he hasn't gained an ounce. Just the child's weight.”

Eren clenches his jaw, his gaze darkening. Hange continues, choosing his words carefully.

“Even the minimal dose of sedative knocks him out...”

He bites his lower lip, looking away from Levi.

“It's true...” He murmurs, almost to himself. “Levi's thin. Too thin.”

The words echo in his head, heavy with meaning. And yet, he remembers the times he said just the opposite.

Fat. Too fat. Watch your figure. Just this morning, he reproached him.

He swallows, a wave of guilt rising inside him. He knows. He's always known. Levi was never fat, far from it. But he's continued, again and again, to say these things to him, to push him down a little more each time.

And now he sees the consequences.

He thinks of those mornings when Levi had to make do with rusks without butter, those glasses of water swallowed instead of the sodas he loved so much. He thinks of those meals when Levi refuses dessert, his discreet but guilty gaze slipping to the plates of others.

And he thinks about what he discovers when he comes home late from work.

Empty cake wrappers in the garbage can. Yogurt pots piled high. Almost empty Nutella jars. Everything Levi secretly gobbles up, like a child caught in the act.

Eren remembers those times when Levi, caught in the act, whispers shyly: « It's Armin... » with that fragile, almost desperate smile.

And he pretends to believe it, nodding silently.

He knows. Levi nibbles on junk food because he's hungry. Because he's depriving himself in front of him, under the weight of remarks and criticism. Because he's trying to compensate for a loneliness and a lack that Eren doesn't fill.

Eren clenches his fists, his face taut with anger... at himself. He inhales deeply, but the air seems to fail him. Why is he doing this? Why can't he stop himself?

He closes his eyes for a moment, searching for answers in the void. He just doesn't know. He can't think of a reason to justify this cruelty.

Maybe there isn't one. Maybe it's just him, his own selfishness, his own inability to deal with the complex feelings he's experiencing.

He murmurs, almost inaudibly.

“I'm a jerk...”

Hange, watching everything without a word, finally approaches. She places a light hand on his arm, her gaze serious but imbued with gentleness.

“You know, Eren... I think Levi isn't eating well. I've said it before, during his first pregnancy...”

Eren opens his eyes, meeting her gaze.

“I don't know, Hange... I see him holding back, I see him depriving himself, and yet... I keep going. It's as if...”

“As if you want him to stay at his feet.” Hange finishes softly.

Silence falls again, heavy. Eren looks away, unable to deny the obvious. Hange gently squeezes his arm before releasing a sigh.

“You love him, Eren. But you love him badly. And if you go on like this...”

Eren stands still, his thoughts a disordered chaos. He looks at Levi, so fragile, so vulnerable. And for the first time in a long time, he asks himself: « Am I really the one he deserves? »

Eren remains frozen, arms crossed, his gaze lost on Levi's sleeping face. Hange's words jolt him, but he clings to the idea that everything can be fixed.

“You really think... things can be fixed?” He asks, his voice strained.

Hange shrugs, his face hard to read.

“I don't know. I'm not Levi. I understand him, I listen to him... but I can't guarantee anything.” She pauses, then adds softly. “I think you can at least try. That is... if you really wish to stay with him.”

“Excuse me?” Eren straightens abruptly, eyes wide.

Hange raises a hand, but he doesn't give him time to continue.

“Fuck, of course I want to stay with him! Are you crazy or something?” His voice rises, betraying a panic he doesn't even try to conceal. He starts walking up and down, his hands running nervously through his hair. “You... you think he'd want to leave me? He fucking can't!”

Hange sighs deeply, shaking his head in ill-concealed exasperation.

“That's it, Eren! You're still imposing your dictatorship! Bravo, that's good, that's the beginning of change, eh!"She says wryly, arms crossed.

Eren stops, jaw clenched, but she doesn't give him time to reply.

“Listen, Eren. I like Levi a lot, I care about him like a friend. But at the end of the day, it's not my place to meddle in your relationship. Mark everything I've told you, and do with it what you will.” She looks him straight in the eye, serious. “I'm not saying I'm right. But it's advice. It's nothing more than that. The decision to change, or not, that's up to you.”

Eren remains silent, his fists clenched along his body. Hange takes a step back, resuming a softer tone.

“I just want you to understand one thing: love has its limits.”
Eren remains petrified for a moment, staring at Hange with wide eyes. The violence of his own words echoes in his mind, but his pride prevents him from calming down.

“Do you think he might want a divorce? Make a life with someone else?” His voice trembles, and hisnhands begin to twitch slightly. “Huh?! He told you, didn't he?”

Hange raises his hands to soothe him, but her patience seems to be wearing thin.

“Eren! I told you, Levi didn't tell me anything. Calm down, or we'll give you a sedative too!” Hange sighs, obviously tired from the confrontation. “Eren, I've got to go. Can I leave you with Levi?”

Eren looks at her, incredulous, almost shocked that she would ask such a question.

“What? You think I'm going to hurt him?!” His voice soars, and he straightens abruptly, his face flushed with emotion. “Huh? What the fuck do you know about alphas and omegas? You're just a beta!”

Hange remains motionless, staring at him with cold determination. She approaches slowly, her words sharp as a knife.

“Eren, I'm a gynecologist. Couples like yours, with alphas as unstable as you, I see hundreds of them. And if you want, I can tell you how it ends.”

Eren remains silent, but his breath quickens, betraying his confusion.

Hange continues, his voice firm but slightly softer.

“I'm not accusing you of anything. I understand your sadness. But I beg you, make a decision. Change, or let Levi blossom.”

She looks at him one last time, her eyes filled with a tiredness Eren has never noticed before. Then, without waiting for an answer, she slams the door behind her, leaving Eren alone in the room, the weight of her words crushing everything else.

Eren slowly moves closer to the bed, his eyes gazing at Levi's peaceful face, asleep, but with a deep sadness in his eyes. A flood of thoughts collide in his mind. Is it true?

Is Levi really capable of leaving him? That would be impossible. Levi would never do it. He couldn't.

Eren loves him. He loves him so fucking much.

But Eren is conflicted. He feels the crushing weight of his own guilt, his buried resentment, and above all, this constant burden of being an alpha, of having to bear responsibility for everything, for everyone. They have Armin. Yes, Armin is there.

But Armin is not biologically related to Eren. Levi could very well take Armin and leave, without Eren ever being able to stop him. And even if that wasn't his intention, the thought gnaws at his mind.

And Levi... Levi, he'd never do that. Not with Armin. He loves him too much for that. Or at least, Eren wants to believe he does.

But what if... what if Levi changes his mind?

Eren never imagined it, that he'd see him get so angry, that he'd hear him use swear words, insult him, confront him. This is the first time. It's the first time he's felt this fire inside Levi. He's never heard that angry tone. This tone that comes from an omega, who dares to stand up to him.

And then a painful question creeps into Eren's mind: Does he really know Levi?

Everything he thought he knew about him, everything he thought he understood... is he just mistaken? No. No, he refuses to believe that. He believed in Levi, he believed they would rebuild something.

But now he doubts. More than ever.

Suddenly, Levi slowly opens his eyes, his eyelids fluttering gently as if he's just awoken from a deep sleep.

His eyes, usually dark and soft, are now vague, almost lost, as if he's still between dream and reality.

Eren, surprised, freezes for a moment, unable to look away. He sees Levi's gaze roam the room, slowly, as if the world were still alien. His eyes, moist, seem to be searching for something, or perhaps someone. Eren frowns, his chest tight with a mixture of concern and agitation.

He approaches hesitantly, his voice trembling.

“Levi...”

Levi turns his head slightly, his lips parted, and his gaze finally settles on him. But what Eren sees is not the bright, lively soul he knows so well. No, all he sees is confusion, a profound emptiness, as if Levi had been sucked in by something, as if he were searching for his own identity.

He looks fragile, almost broken.

Eren, unable to tear his eyes from his, felt overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions: guilt, panic, fear, anger. His breath becomes shorter, and he whispers in a trembling, almost pleading voice.

“Levi... are you all right?”

But Levi doesn't answer right away. He stares at Eren with that lost look, as if still trying to understand where he is, what's going on, what he's feeling. His eyes flicker, and he seems both there and yet so far away, as if his consciousness is still torn between dream and reality.

Eren feels panic rising. His heart is racing and he doesn't know how to react. This man in front of him is Levi, his husband, but he's also a broken, vulnerable man who seems unable to anchor himself in the present. Eren's breath is short, and a wave of regret crushes his chest.

“Levi... fuck, talk to me... what's going on?”

But Levi remains silent, and in that silence, Eren senses a fear he's never known before. A sense of loss, of emptiness, of irreparability.

Eren frowns, his breath quickening as Levi turns his head away, refusing to meet his gaze again. His heart beats wildly, each beat sounding like a detonation in his chest.

No... not that.

He steps forward, fingers trembling, and places a hand gently on Levi's shoulder, trying to capture his attention. But Levi remains frozen, impassive, like a wall that refuses to be broken.

“Levi...” He whispers in a trembling voice. “Did you mean it... what you told me?”

Levi doesn't answer, and Eren feels an unbearable tension building between them. He clenches his jaws, then insists, his voice harder, almost imploring despite himself.

“Levi! Do you really hate me?”

A heavy silence falls. Levi turns his head slightly, but refuses to look at Eren, his face remains aloof, closed. His lips tremble imperceptibly, but no sound comes out.

Eren feels a lump form in his throat. He approaches again, closer, his tone softening, almost pleading.

“Levi... look at me. Look at me!”

Levi remains impassive. His eyes remain fixed in the distance, elusive. Eren feels his breath catch, the pain intensify. He feels as if something deep inside him is slowly being torn apart.

Then, after a long breath, Levi finally whispers in a trembling, almost hesitant voice.

“I shouldn't have insulted your mother... or your brother... I'm sorry.”

Eren's heart squeezes, but he shakes his head, frustrated, furious, hurt.

“I don't give a shit about that! What about me? Fuck, what about me?! Remember what you told me!?”

His words hang in the air, heavy, but Levi remains in silence. His gaze slips away, without an answer.

Eren clenches his fists, feeling the injustice growing inside him.

“Levi, look at me... you can't just... ignore me.”

But Levi remains motionless, his eyes glued to the distance. He doesn't react, doesn't respond. And Eren, in his incomprehension, in his anger and pain, feels himself gradually crumbling.

Levi lies still on the bed, his eyes staring at the floor, his gaze empty, as if a part of himself has been detached. He seems impassive, emotionless, almost frozen in the heavy silence between him and Eren. Eren's words still echo in his head, but he remains indifferent, his face inexpressive.

Eren, for his part, watches Levi, his heart clenching. He feels a lump in his throat, a burning pain, both personal and collective. Levi seems to have let him go already... or at least, left him there, in this emptiness, in this grief, without an answer.

His hands tremble slightly.

No. No, it can't be. Levi can't stop loving him. He can't just think it's all over.

He opens his mouth, ready to protest, to ask Levi to tell him that he still loves him, that he didn't mean what he said. But then, suddenly, the door opens slowly, breaking the silence. This time, it's not Hange, but a doctor.

The doctor enters, a man in his forties, his features soft and serious, his air calm and professional. He moves forward slowly, his gaze on Levi, assessing him, taking the time to make sure everything is clear.

He stops at the foot of the bed, addressing them in a calm but serious voice.

“I'm Dr. Berner. I'll explain the situation.”

Levi looks up slowly, his gaze vacant until now. He turns his head slowly, and the dim light of the room highlights his pallor, his slightly hollow cheeks, his trembling lips.

The doctor continues, in a gentle but firm tone.

“The pregnancy can continue, but the child... the child who died in your womb will not be able to be extracted. But...” He pauses briefly, looking at both parents at once, “We can ensure that your body remains stable and that the pregnancy continues for the other twin who is alive. You must continue to carry the deceased child until birth, while taking care of yourself. It will be difficult, but we can accompany this process safely. Losing a child at this stage is obviously an ordeal, but we'll do everything we can to support you.”

Eren clenches his fists at the words. His jaws are clenched, and a dull rage rushes to his head. He looks at Levi, his eyes round with horror and confusion. This doesn't make sense.

How can anyone ask this of him? How can he stay with a dead fetus inside him for weeks, months maybe?

The doctor continues.

“The loss of this child is tragic, but you must understand that this is not a hopeless situation. Levi, you must remain under supervision, take care of your health and respect the consultations. The deceased child will not survive, but we can help you through this ordeal by keeping strict control over your condition.”

Levi remains silent, listening, his hands resting on his knees, without moving. He seems lost, his gaze fixed on the horizon, not holding on to the real world. Eren, for his part, feels his heart tear with every word.

What's being asked of them is unthinkable.

“And what happens if... if something gets worse?” Eren asks in a trembling, almost pleading voice. “If his body can't take it? If there's a risk for him? For Levi?”

The doctor looks at him and his expression becomes more serious.

“We're watching this very closely. What we can do is guarantee that we'll monitor Levi's health and that of the child who's still alive. We'll adjust care as things progress, but the dead fetus will remain inside him until birth. It's crucial not to take unnecessary risks, but for now, the best option is to continue the pregnancy under medical supervision.”

Eren, dazed, turns to Levi again, searching for answers in his gaze, but Levi still remains distant, motionless, almost absent. Eren feels panic rising inside him, the fear of helplessness, of seeing Levi so weakened, forced to carry this burden.

“Levi... do you really... do you want to go on like this? With... this child?” He whispers, in a trembling, almost desperate voice.

Levi finally looks up, and for the first time, a thin hint of pain shows on his face, but also a resigned acceptance.

“I have no choice...” He murmurs, almost lifeless. “There's still a baby alive.”

Eren, horrified, feels his world falter. He knows they're about to face something far greater than their personal pain.

But Levi seems to have already accepted this reality.

And Eren, in that moment, feels a deep fear seeping into his heart: can Levi really survive this, him, or their couple?

The doctor stares at the two men with calm, serious attention, his voice soft but authoritative. He takes a deep breath before addressing Levi directly.

“If you feel ready to go home, we can give you permission, provided you're able to manage the stress, care and supervision needed at home. But it's vital that it's up to you to decide if you're ready. How do you feel?”

Levi remains silent for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. He looks down, as if searching for strength that's no longer there. Eren, for his part, waits with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

To go home, away from this hospital, away from everything that imprisons them...

Eren gives him an urgent look, full of anguish but also hope, as if trying to convey his silent will: « Say yes. Say it, Levi. We can do this at home. I can take care of you... »

However, Levi remains silent, his lips slightly parted, but no words come out. He seems to be absorbing the doctor's words, pondering each sentence. The doctor, for his part, watches Levi intently, as if waiting for a sincere, considered response, rather than an emotional impulse.

And suddenly, it's Eren who speaks up, but in a voice that's too hurried, too sure, almost desperate in its eagerness.

“Yes. Yes, he feels ready to go home.” Eren declares with a certain firmness, his gaze imploring.

The doctor shakes his head slowly, a slight sigh escaping his lips.

“I'm sorry, but it's not up to you. It's up to the patient. Levi, I repeat my question: are you ready to go home?”

Eren freezes, surprised, bewildered by this answer. He looks at the doctor, his heart beating faster, but more importantly, he stares at Levi, searching his eyes for something more certain.

“Levi...” he murmurs softly, almost imploringly.

The doctor stares at Levi, his tone calm but professional, waiting for a straight answer. Levi looks down for a moment, as if pondering his own words, and a nervous Eren freezes beside him, hoping with all his heart that his husband will finally agree.

But Levi remains silent, as if lost in thought. His fingers wriggle gently, as if looking for a foothold to anchor himself, while his eyes gradually fade under the weight of emotion. Eren, on the lookout for Levi's every move, feels the tension rising inside him.

He waits, he hopes, he prays... but the silence becomes heavy.

Suddenly, Levi looks up at last, meeting the doctor's gaze, and speaks in a calm, yet gentle, almost detached voice.

“No... I'm not ready.”

Eren feels every word like a slap, a brutal blow. His shoulders slumped, his breath caught for a moment, heart beating at an abnormal rate. He freezes, unable to take his eyes off Levi.

It's not what he'd imagined... It's not what he wanted to hear.

The doctor nods gently, his expression professional but compassionate.

“Very well. We'll continue to monitor your condition. You're convalescing here until you're stable and we can ensure proper care at home.”

Levi looks away, as if these words are slipping out of his mind, the world around him becoming meaningless. But Eren can't take his eyes off his husband.

And in that gaze, he reads something even more painful: emptiness.

It's not just a question of physical healing.

Levi doesn't want to go home with him. Levi doesn't want to stay with him.

Eren feels a lump in his throat. An immense fear invades him. What Levi said, what he refused... He didn't just say it for his own good. It's as if he's trying to make him understand something Eren still refuses to admit.

His heart beats faster.

Levi doesn't love him anymore.

No, he can't believe that. He refuses to. But then why doesn't Levi come home? Why won't he come home?

“Levi...” He whispers, in a trembling voice, like a last plea, a last cry. “You really hate me, don't you?”

Levi doesn't answer right away. He looks away, as if seeking an escape in the silence. His lips tremble slightly, but he doesn't utter a word. Eren feels his breath catch, the pain rising in him, uncontrollable.

Every second of silence becomes torture.

“Levi, stop it!” He begs, almost desperate.

Levi refuses, eyes downcast, impassive, as if striving to remain distant. But Eren can't stand the distance any longer. He approaches, placing a hand gently on Levi's shoulder, trying to capture his attention.

But Levi remains motionless, unable to react.

Eren clenched his jaws, frustration turning to cold anger, despite himself.

“Levi, did you mean it... what you said to me?” His voice almost breaks, trembling with a mixture of anguish and pain.

Suddenly, Levi begins to cry, silent tears sliding down his pale cheeks. He slowly collapses, his hands clenching, his breath ragged, as if his whole body refuses to contain his pain.
He starts to breathe faster, eyes wide open, searching frantically around him. His gaze settles on Eren, imploring, desperate.

“... Where's Armin?” He asks, his voice trembling, broken by emotion, almost in a panic.

Eren, caught off guard, approaches gently, trying to reassure Levi.

“Levi, calm down... My parents looked for him. They took him away to give you some rest. So I could take care of you.”

But Levi doesn't listen. He straightens abruptly, hands shaking, desperate to find his son. His eyes wander everywhere, searching again and again, looking panicked. His chest heaves rapidly, gasping for air. Panic invades his face, his body trembles under the shock of this loss.

“Who told you I wanted to be alone with you?!” thunders Levi, his voice dry, almost acerbic. His words pierce Eren, like a cold, sharp blade. “I want my son, Eren. Armin. Where is he?”

“Levi... I wanted... to be there for you.” Eren, completely distraught, tangles his words.

But Levi stares at him with an icy gaze, loaded with resentment and contempt. His tone becomes even more acerbic.

“And who told you I wanted you to be there for me?” repeats Levi, in a more acerbic, reproach-laden tone. “I want my son, Eren. Where's Armin?”

“Levi, we've lost a baby... We can't-” begins Eren, but Levi abruptly interrupts him, in a firm, definitive tone.

“Don't finish your sentence. Don't you dare.” He fixes Eren with an icy stare, his voice trembling but ruthless. “I want my son. Now!”

Eren remains paralyzed, his throat tight. He sees the determination in Levi's eyes, desperation mixed with hatred.

“I want Armin now!” Levi orders, louder, his voice vibrating with pain and anger, his gaze fixed on Eren, implacable.

Eren freezes, his heart heavy and his throat tight.

He watches Levi stir, searching for his son, crying, screaming his name. His eyes cloud over, tears threatening to flow, but he holds back. The sight of his husband, broken, suffering like this, is like a stab in his chest. He sees the pain in Levi's every gesture, every desperate cry, and it consumes him from the inside.

But in that instant, he feels something new, something he's never felt before: rejection.

Levi faces him, his gaze full of anger and hostility, and that gaze inflicts a pain Eren has never known. He feels his heart clench, as if something fundamental were breaking inside him. It's the first time Levi has rejected him like this, with such force and contained hatred.

It's not a simple fit of anger, it's not a passing quarrel : Levi, his husband, turns his back on him, rejects him. And it's destroying him.

Eren feels both furious and overwhelmed. Furious at himself, at his own choices, at what he did or didn't do to get into this situation. Furious at life, at fate, at everything that led Levi to speak to him like this.

But most of all, he's overwhelmed by regret. He revisits every moment when he could have done differently, every moment when he could have avoided this pain, avoided this rejection. He remembers their argument, his own scathing words, the pent-up resentments... And he hates himself for letting things fester.

As Eren tries to speak again, his voice trembles, choked with emotion.

“Levi, I... I didn't want it to end like this. I just wanted...” But Levi interrupts, cuts him off, avoids him, refusing to pay him any attention.

“I don't care!”

For the first time, Eren feels a deep, irrational fear: the fear of losing Levi, of never being able to touch him again, of never having his loving gaze again.

He feels Levi's love slipping away, inexorably. This isn't a power play, this isn't a momentary fit of madness - Levi doesn't love him in the same way anymore.

He sees clearly in his eyes that Levi hates him now, or at least doesn't love him enough to forgive him. And the thought makes his blood run cold.

Then the anger gradually turns into a ball of pain, of helplessness, that grows in his chest.

Eren feels tears welling up.

He wants to scream, to shout, even to insult, to defend himself, to keep a little dignity. But he's content to stand there, looking at his husband, his soul in tatters.

“Levi, don't do this....” He whispers, his voice trembling, almost pleading. “I love you... I want... I want to stay with you. I want to... make this right.”

But Levi doesn't listen. All Levi can see now is his own grief, his own pain, and that pulls his heart even further away from Eren's. And Eren, caught in this storm, literally feels himself being torn in two.

Suddenly, a noise behind them makes Eren's head spin. It's Hange, coming back into the room, her step quick and determined. She gently pushes open the door and enters, a reassuring smile on her lips.

“Levi!” She approaches quickly, a worried look on her face. “The doctor came to tell me you were awake. How are you feeling?”

Against all odds, Levi, still trembling with fatigue and pain, gently raises his arms, searching for something... or someone. A simple, almost instinctive gesture, like that of a child seeking comfort.

A gesture he hasn't sought from Eren, yet there he is, right beside him.

Eren sees it and, for a second, freezes. His heart stops in his chest. His eyes widen, contradictory emotions bubble up inside him: confusion, pain, jealousy. He feels his stomach twist with anger and frustration.

Hange... Hange, this woman, this Beta, the one who always looks at Levi with a friendly, benevolent gaze, almost like a friend, but never more than that. And yet... Levi stretches out his arms to her, seeking comfort, something Eren was unable to give him.

Hange, without hesitation, rushes to Levi and embraces him gently, with that maternal gentleness that characterizes her so well. She takes Levi in her arms, holds him close, cradles him almost gently.

Then Eren's jealousy explodes.

He feels it rising, violent and all-consuming, irrational. He's furious, but also... terribly hurt. She's a girl, a Beta, yes, but she has no right to touch Levi like that. She's not the one who should be there for him.

She's not the one who should be hugging him and comforting him. Levi is his husband. He, Eren, is the Alpha, the one he chose to be by his side.

It's not Hange who should be giving him that kind of comfort. It's him. Only him.

And yet, despite all this rage, despite all this jealousy burning deep in his belly, Eren says nothing.

He stands there, motionless, watching Levi cry in his gynecologist's arms. He stands there transfixed, unable to intervene, powerless in the face of all this distress.

Every sigh, every tear, every hint of vulnerability Levi shows, deepens the chasm between them. Eren stares at him, silent, fists clenched, teeth clenched. He feels totally helpless in the face of his husband's pain.

For Levi isn't just crying. He's looking for something else, something that he, Eren, hasn't been able to offer him. And this truth crushes his heart.

Levi holds Hange even tighter, his face buried in the hollow of his shoulder, trembling with fear and exhaustion. He barely whispers, in a trembling, almost inaudible voice:

“I... I don't want to go home...”

Eren, standing a little further away, opens his eyes wide, his throat tightening all at once. He stares at Levi, transfixed, as if he'd just received a blow to the heart. He doesn't know what to do, his mind clouded by the palpable distress. He approaches hastily, his voice strained, panicked.

“Hange! I'm... I'm afraid... I'm afraid of losing my other baby!” Levi continues to cry, drenched in tears, his snot escaping against Hange's smock, without him even being aware of it.

He cries with all the pain of the moment, of loss, of helplessness. His words, painful, like a weapon hurled at him, stab Eren to the core. Levi's every syllable echoes in his chest, amplifying his suffering.

Eren watches, helpless, unable to move. His gaze is locked on Levi's, trembling with fear, unable to hide his terror at what lies ahead. Everything in him is screaming for him to react, to take him in his arms, to tell him that it's not his fault, that he doesn't have to be afraid of him.

But he just stands there, unable to make himself heard.

As for Hange, she remains calm and composed. She gently wipes the sweat from Levi's forehead, speaks softly to him, trying to calm the storm.

“Levi, listen to me... It's not your fault. This baby... This baby, it can't be saved, but you, you're strong. You still have Armin, and... I'm here. Eren too. We're here. I'll help you manage everything."”

She gently takes his hand, guides him to breathe deeply. But Levi is too overwhelmed, too overcome by fear. He shakes his head, terrified, murmurs even lower, almost a silent scream.

“It's his fault... It's all... It's all his fault... He didn't pay attention... He didn't see me... I was there, all alone... I asked him to stay with me and he... he left... It's all his fault...”

Eren hears these words, takes them in as an extra blow.

He clenches his fists, his jaw contracts, his dark eyes clouded with a mixture of contained rage and pain. His legs tremble beneath him, but he stands there, watching the scene, helpless, unable to defend himself, unable to justify himself.

“Levi... I didn't want you to be alone... I wanted to be there... I wanted to help you... But I... I didn't know...” Eren murmurs, almost pleadingly, his voice broken with pain. “I... I didn't want to... lose our baby.”

Levi raises an angry, disappointed, almost hateful gaze, still under the weight of crushing sadness. He interrupts him abruptly, in a cold, cutting voice.

“Don't talk... Don't say anything. It's you... It's you who didn't pay attention... It's you who left me... it's all your fault...”

Eren feels his heart crack further. He looks down, unable to respond, racked by guilt and sadness, stricken by his own husband's rejection. Levi's gaze, laden with pain and anger, takes his breath away.

Hange, though, remains calm, trying to intervene once more, trying to calm the storm.

“Levi, please listen to me... You're not alone. We're going to get through this together. But right now, you need to listen to your body, you need to rest...”

Levi shakes his head violently, his gaze still anchored in Eren's.

“No. I don't want to go back. I don't want him. I want Armin, that's all that matters.”

Hange still tries, gently, to calm the situation, placing a soothing hand on Levi's shoulder, while the other continues to wipe away his tears.

But Levi's words continue to echo, chipping away at Eren's heart, and he stands there, unable to move, unable to react to his own husband's anger.

He... He doesn't want him. He just said so. These words have just come out of his husband's mouth.

Eren feels as if all the air has suddenly gone out of him.

He clenches his fists tightly, trembling with rage and pain, nails digging deep into his palms. His gaze turns cloudy, his dark eyes, already moist with sadness, become full of suppressed anger.

He sees Levi, there, against Hange, vulnerable, seeking refuge elsewhere, and something inside him cracks permanently. Everything he's felt so far explodes into a silent scream, then shatters.

His breath becomes short and irregular, and he shakes all over. He feels a ball of emotion growing in his throat, but this time he can't contain it.

He drops his eyes, clenches his jaws tightly, and suddenly he's kneeling on the floor, his gaze on Levi, drenched in tears and despair.

“Levi...” He whispers, as if he can no longer control himself, can't say his name without it tearing his heart even more.

His hands, trembling, search for something, a touch, an excuse, but they fall limply back. He's drained, exhausted by this pain he no longer knows how to hide.

His lips tremble, and soon a muffled cry escapes his throat. Inaudible at first, then louder and louder, he almost screams, his face taut with distress.

“Levi... fuck...! Why are you doing this? Why are you rejecting me? I was there, I did everything, I tried everything...!” His voice breaks into sobs.

He blinks frantically, but the tears flow endlessly. Everything he's wanted to say, everything he's felt in the last few hours explodes in an uncontrollable torrent. He unloads his frustration, his fear, his guilt, everything he's kept to himself since Levi opened his mouth.

Hange approaches slowly, alarmed, laying a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him gently, whispering in a low voice.

“Eren... it's okay... calm down... This isn't the time. Breathe... Look at me.”

But he doesn't listen. He shakes his head vehemently, tears flowing like a torrent. His eyes turn mad, desperate, and he screams louder.

“It's me, it's me! I'm the one who let you down, it's my fault that baby died... If I hadn't been so selfish, maybe... maybe you... you wouldn't feel like this!” He hits the floor violently, his hands crashing into the cold hospital tiles, his head low, his breath coming in gasps. He trembles, unable to control himself, unable to contain his anger and remorse. “It's all my fault... It's all... It's all...!”

The words come to him, but they're all a mixture of rage and sadness. His eyes are red, his breath jerky. His vision becomes blurred from crying, and yet he continues, the words escaping despite himself.

“You have to love me... You have to fucking love me! You always did! Why won't you tell me? Why are you running away from me...?”

Levi, for his part, remains silent, still trembling, and his bruised gaze remains fixed elsewhere, on Hange. He has no answer, or maybe he just doesn't feel like it. Eren feels it like a slap, an even stronger pain sinking into his heart, and he starts to scream again, broken.

“I'm afraid...! I'm afraid of losing you, Levi! I'm afraid I'll never be able to fix you... And yet, I'm here, I'm here for you! For you and Armin... but you... you still reject me...”

The cry echoes in the air, loud, desperate, heartbreaking. Hange stands by, voice soft but firm, still trying to calm the chaos.

“Eren, please be careful what you say... This is not the time. Try to calm down... Levi needs time. He's suffering too...”

But Eren hears nothing more. He collapses further, shoulders shaking, tears still flowing. He looks up, his eyes broken, and screams again.

“I love you... I love you more than anything, damn it! I don't tell you this often... or hardly ever, but you know it, don't you? Why isn't that enough?!”

And he curls up there, on the ground, caught up in this pain that's suffocating him, the rage, the sadness, the mixture of everything he's kept to himself, unable to go back. He's exhausted, broken, faced with the echo of Levi's rejection, powerless.

He cries silently, his soul broken, unable to hide his feelings any longer.

Levi opens his eyes slowly, eyelids still wet, trembling with fatigue and emotion.

“Leave me alone... with Hange.” His voice is trembling, almost inaudible, yet full of determination.

He doesn't even look at Eren, avoids his gaze, as if trying to ignore his presence.

The tension in the room becomes palpable, heavy with unspoken words and resentment. Eren stands there, his eyes fixed on Levi, shaken by this last request.

“No! I'm your alpha! You... you can't...decide the situation alone!” Eren instinctively steps forward, his voice hard, his tone adamant.

He won't give in, he can't afford to back down. Not now, he can't. Not after everything they've been through.

Levi, however, keeps his head down, his shoulders trembling but resolute. He says nothing, doesn't even look up, as if concentrating on the sheets in front of him, deliberately ignoring Eren. His fingers tremble slightly, clenched against his thighs.

It's a wall he's putting up, a wall he's built all by himself, to protect himself.

Hange, attentive, perceives the tension of each movement. She steps forward gently, placing a soothing hand on Eren's shoulder. Her eyes, always so calm, settle on him, gently insisting.

“Eren, listen to him.” She speaks in a soft but firm voice, a tone only Hange knows how to use to break through the chaos.

Eren blinks in surprise. He stares at her, perplexed, as if her words have a double meaning, as if Hange, with that insistent gaze, is trying to remind him of something. Something that still resonates in his memory.

“Do you remember what we said to each other...?” she finally adds.

Yes. But here, in this context, everything seems so inverted, so disconcerting.

Eren clenches his jaws, his heart racing. He swallows hard, unable to find a compromise.

And yet, deep down, he knows. He knows he must do what Hange says. He must listen. Not by choice, but because it's what he's always failed to do.

He lets out a shaky sigh, rage and pain mingling in a ball in his throat.

He hesitates a moment longer, torn between his need to stay there, to let go of nothing, and what he needs to understand. Finally, he bows his head, his voice choking into a whisper.

“Okay...”

Eren backs away slowly, each step an inner struggle, each movement a fight against his instincts. He reluctantly turns away, unable to hide the disappointment and uncertainty shining in his eyes. With a heavy heart, he opens the door slowly, then closes it behind him.

He stands there outside, motionless, leaning against the wall. Everything is soundproofed. He can hear nothing, perceive nothing. All he can do is wait.

His hands tremble, clenched against his thighs, his breath jerky. He stands there, a prisoner of his thoughts, unable to calm himself. Every passing second is a silent torture.

He feels anguish rising up inside him, a latent fear seeping into his gut. And deep down, he can't help wondering... what's going on inside this room? What is Levi saying to himself, there, alone with Hange?

Is he talking about himself? Is Levi rejecting him again, definitively this time? What if... what if it's not the same between them anymore?

Eren stares at the door, his eyes lost, his breath coming in short gasps as the minutes slowly stretch out, infinite. He stands there, frozen, heart pounding, waiting for what might break his soul a little more.

After minutes that seemed like hours, Hange finally opened the door slowly.

Eren stands anxiously, his heart pounding with every second he waits. He expects to see Levi angry, furious, perhaps still fending off him.

But against all odds, he sees Levi... peaceful.

He's still sad, you can see it in every fold of his face, in his tear-reddened eyes, but he lifts his head gently. A shy, hesitant smile crosses his lips. Not a smile of joy, but something fragile, of fragile hope, as if this were the first time he'd found a little peace.

“I want to go home, Eren. With you.”

The words hit Eren like intense relief. He loses his breath, his heart squeezes, but of a relief so pure he trembles. At last. He'd found him. His husband, there, in front of him, with a will to return to their lives.

Without thinking, he instinctively turns to Hange, as if to thank her, as if to show his gratitude.

But at this moment, Hange's face is... cold. Not a smile, not a soothing look, none of it. His expression is rigid, his lips tight. No sign of relief or comfort. His dark gaze is elusive, almost worried. No, not worried... fearful? What could it be? Eren isn't sure.

He frowns, his heart freezing under the icy air emanating from Hange. A strange emotion crosses his features, something he doesn't quite recognize, but which annoys him, makes him tremble.

What does it mean? Why is Hange, who seemed to be Levi's support, now... why does she seem distant?

“Eren...” Levi calls to him again, in a trembling voice, soft but full of fatigue.

Eren moves towards him, slowly, his heart clenched, and gently takes his hands in his. He squeezes Levi's frail fingers gingerly, as if he fears it's all still a fragile dream, ready to shatter.

“Levi... Levi, baby. Do you love me?” The question is so simple, so sincere. But Levi doesn't answer. Not in words. He gently closes his eyes, raises his head so as not to meet Eren's gaze, and lowers his head.

A gesture so heavy with the unspoken, with doubt, but also with something more... Yes? Does that mean yes? Eren isn't sure. He doesn't dare force it. Levi is still so weak.

He lets his hands fall gently, without insisting any further. It's not the right time. It's not the time to upset everything again. But Eren... Eren will do everything. He promises, he swears. He'll change, for real. For Levi, for their future.

He turns his head, takes one last look at Hange, waiting for something more. A sign, a look of pride, a confirmation that everything will work out. That everything will be better now. But Hange... she bows her head. No smile, no approval, just a distant, almost cold look.

“Levi, I'll get your things, and then you can leave, okay?” Hange breaks the silence gently, but also with a detached coldness.

Levi nods gently, unable to say anything else.

“Thanks Hange...” He murmurs faintly, a barely audible whisper, as if it were a breath he was keeping just for himself. “For everything.”

Hange closes his eyes for a moment, in silent understanding, and turns away without another word.

Eren stands there, frozen, his throat constricted. He watches the door close behind her, his heart heavy.

All he can do now is silently pray that everything will change.

For him to have one more chance.

They will. Eren's going to be there.

He knows that now. He's going to stay with Levi, no matter what. He's not going to leave him alone to face this pregnancy, this pain. He's going to support him, every day, every night. He's going to be there for him, for Armin, for their future. He loves him. He forgives him for his words.

And that baby... that baby they lost, despite the hopes it carried, will be the echo of that realization.

In this loss, something bursts forth in Eren. A truth he hadn't seen, a light he didn't understand.

This baby he wanted so much, this baby he would have liked to protect, is gone.

But it's in this pain, in this tragedy, that everything finally becomes clear. Eren finally sees the seriousness of things, the importance of what he has let pass.

He understands that Levi, his husband, is not just an anodyne in his life, a simple person at his side. He's his support, his love, half of his existence. And he has made Levi suffer. He was too often blind, too often selfish.

He remembers all those times Levi reached out to him, silently, patiently. All those times Levi tried to tell him, to show him that he needed him, that this family was as fragile as a breath.

But Eren, each time, refused to see.

To understand.

He locked himself away in his own anxieties, his own inner struggles, losing sight of what mattered most: Levi and Armin. And now here he is, faced with this emptiness, this loss, this regret.

This emptiness, however, becomes clarity.

Their lives, their future, aren't just something he can ignore. They are real. Levi is real. And Eren finally realizes that it's time. It's time to take responsibility, to make amends, to change.

He feels his heartbeat quicken under the intensity of this realization.

He's going to do it. He's going to be there, all the way. Not like before, not trying to dominate, to control everything, but supporting Levi in his vulnerability.

By being the husband, the father, that Levi needs. He'll love him, he'll support him. He'll do whatever it takes to keep them going, to keep them moving forward, together.

The loss of this child, so full of hope, becomes a real lesson for him.

A painful but necessary turning point.

And he knows it's only the beginning. A trial, yes, but an opportunity to do better, to become something he's never been before: a man capable of loving without restraint, of proving himself worthy of Levi and what they share.

But there's only one person missing from the equation: Levi.

Eren clenches his fists. Despite all his resolutions, all his silent promises, an anguish knots his throat, refusing to dissipate.

Levi seemed so peaceful just now, almost too peaceful, after all that hatred and anger he spat in his face. After that rejection, so brutal, so clear.

How could he, after all that, offer that shy smile, say he wanted to go home as if nothing had happened? Eren couldn't understand. The contrast haunts him.

What if he'd misinterpreted that smile? What if Levi hadn't regained some semblance of serenity, but had simply given up the fight? Has he given up on himself? Has he agreed to go back because he sees no other way out, not because he still trusts him? The thought makes him want to vomit.

Eren runs a trembling hand over his face.

What if it's too late?

Too late to repair, to pick up the pieces. Too late for Levi to love him again, if he ever did. Because Levi hasn't answered, not really. Not to the question that still burns in his mind:

« Do you love me? » That silence, that simple nod, left him in a state of incomprehension.

He wants to believe it means yes. He needs to believe it means yes. But why did Levi look down? Why did he seem... so resigned?

Eren thinks back to that moment when Levi turned to Hange, seeking his comfort, seeking arms other than his own. That gesture tore him apart.

Levi, his omega, his husband, the one person in the world he always thought he could keep to himself, rejected him. And even now, after that smile, he can't help but wonder: Is Levi rejecting him again, in some other way?

Every second spent in this uncertainty is torture.

Eren is afraid.

Afraid that Levi is so peaceful because he no longer feels anything for him. That the hatred, the pain, have consumed everything, until all that's left is an icy void.

A void that Levi fills with something else, someone else. Maybe Hange. Maybe Armin. Maybe anything but him.

And yet, Eren wants to believe. He has to believe it. He has to hold on to the idea that it's not over, that they can still move forward. But this fear, these doubts, they eat away at him. Because Eren knows, deep down, that he can't control anything. Not this pregnancy. Not Levi's pain. Not even the future of their relationship.

He's there, hanging on a decision that's not his to make. Levi's will, and what he decides.

For the first time, Eren is forced to listen, to bend, to shut up.

Hange has told him that he must learn to let Levi express himself, to stop imposing his will on him.

But Eren realizes that it's not just a matter of listening. He's lost control. He's no longer the center of their equilibrium. And this loss of power, this reversal of roles, brings him face to face with a truth he's always ignored: he's always been afraid of this moment.

Afraid that Levi would become independent, that he'd realize he could live very well without him.

Eren trembles. Because he knows that, from now on, everything depends on Levi. His words, his choices, his silences. It's Levi who holds the future of their relationship in his fragile but determined hands.

And Eren... Eren can do nothing but wait. Hope that Levi still chooses to keep him, despite everything he's done to him.

This reversal of roles, this unexpected shift, terrifies him as much as it forces him to face the truth. Today, everything depends on Levi. And Eren has no choice but to cling to the hope that Levi will decide to reach out to him again.

Chapter Text

"The wind blew with such intensity that it seemed to want to blow everything away in its path. But she just stood there, immobile, anchored like an old oak tree. Maybe because she knew that, if she moved, she would fall to pieces."

Levi gently closes the book, his trembling fingers brushing the cover. His eyes, fixed on the words, no longer really see what's written. He had chosen this book to escape, to immerse himself in another world, but every word seems to resonate a little too loudly.

He mechanically slides his hand over the plaid covering his belly, but it stops in its tracks. Ever since that day... the day the doctor uttered those words with clinical coldness, he's been unable to touch his belly.

« The child who died in your womb cannot be removed. »

The same womb that was once his pride, a tangible link to the life growing inside him. Now it seems foreign to him, heavy with a tragedy he carries in spite of himself.

Levi, nine months pregnant, feels immense pressure, both physical and emotional.

Even feeling the slight movements of his surviving child makes him nauseous. One life against another. How can he accept this paradox? He stopped looking for that connection, stopped feeling those moments when he sensed life. What was once a treasure, a source of joy and hope, has become a constant reminder of what he has lost.

The room is silent, too silent.

Every tick of the clock seems to hammer at his chest, as if to bring him back to a reality from which he is fleeing. His breathing is slow but heavy, each inhalation weighing more than the last. He adjusts the plaid over his legs, seeking a warmth he can no longer find, either in his body or in his thoughts.

His books have become his only refuge, a means of escaping the prison that his own body has become. He who used to read for pleasure, to nourish his mind, finds himself reading out of necessity, to stifle the tumult of his thoughts.

Levi stares at the book still in his hands, rests it gently on his thighs, and looks away towards the window.

Before, Levi didn't have the luxury of reading.

Not that he complained. His life was a succession of meticulous gestures, of small attentions that made their home bright and lively. Every nook and cranny was imbued with his devotion, his desire to create a haven of peace for his son and, despite everything, for his husband.

Levi spent his days anticipating the needs of others. He thought about the smallest details: preparing Eren's favorite meals, putting Armin's toys away before they got underfoot, washing and ironing his husband's shirts to make sure they were spotless.
He never stopped. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Even though Eren was often cold, imperious and demanding, Levi found a strange satisfaction in meeting his expectations, filling his silences or authoritarian glances with an almost self-effacing gentleness.

He remembered the days when he could spend hours polishing the furniture until it shone, not because Eren had asked him to, but because Levi wanted everything to be perfect. Even after an argument, even after Eren's words had hurt him, Levi never stopped. He told himself that maybe, one day, these efforts would make a difference. That maybe, one day, Eren would notice everything he was doing.

But today, there was nothing left. Levi no longer had the strength, nor the desire. The mess around him seemed to reflect the mess inside him. He no longer had the courage to respond to this chaos.

The books he was now devouring had become his escape. He who had never had time to stop, was now bedridden, forced to stay there. The contrast was cruel.

Where once his hands danced, scrubbing, tidying, cooking, now they only turned the pages, as if, by leafing through these stories, he could hold on to something tangible.

And yet, even in his reading, Levi couldn't completely free himself. The characters seemed to judge him, the words seemed to hit him where he was already bruised. Everything was so far from what he had known. So far from what he had been.

Suddenly, a light knock sounded against the door.

Levi barely looked up from his book, but his heart quickened slightly. Eren. The man who once burst into every room without warning, imposing his presence as a matter of course. This man who never apologized for his absences, or even his silences.

Today, he waits. Waiting for Levi to let him in.

Everything has changed. Levi knows it. But that's not necessarily a consolation.

Eren knocks gently, as if he's afraid of breaking something, some fragile balance Levi has established between them. And perhaps he's right. For at this moment, Levi himself feels cracked, and each of Eren's visits seems an attempt to patch up something that's already irretrievably broken.

Levi doesn't answer immediately. He stares for a moment at the cover of the book in front of him, but the words fade away, replaced by memories that refuse to be silenced.

He sees Eren again, that day in hospital. That day when everything changed. Levi thought he was going to be cursed by his husband. That Eren, in his sadness and disappointment, would unleash his wrath on him.

After all, that's what Eren does, isn't he? He dominates everything, imposes everything, and Levi fades before him. But this time, nothing. No insults, no screams. Nothing but an immense emptiness.

Eren seemed lost. Empty.

And yet, in the midst of this emptiness, Levi perceived something else. A silent call.

Eren, that day, wasn't looking for blame. He didn't want Levi's excuses. He wanted... him. His love, his care, his forgiveness.

Then, a promise from Eren. The umpteenth promise.

Eren swore he would change. And, to Levi's surprise, he did. Slowly, but surely. He's becoming a different man, gentler, more attentive. But Levi can't appreciate the transformation. Not the way he wants to.

It's too late.

Levi knows. He knows it's unfair. Eren isn't responsible for his fall down those stairs, or even for the loss of their baby. But it's as if this event exploded everything. As if all Levi's repressed emotions - his sadness, his loneliness, his sense of being invisible - converged on a single point: Eren.

Eren had become the embodiment of everything that led to this event. The silent antagonist of so much in their lives.

According to Levi, it was Eren who had driven him to pain, to loneliness, to that feeling of invisibility, of emptiness. And this feeling of being alone, even when he was standing there by his side, it was only when he lost his twin that it all exploded.

As if, in losing this child, something deeper had disappeared. An obviousness, a being who should have stayed, and yet... he was gone.

Levi inhales deeply, his fingers lightly gripping the blanket over his legs.

He knew Eren was still waiting outside the door, but he hesitated. Should he let him in? Should he face that gaze that still seems to cling to him, despite everything?

Finally, he looks up at the door and utters in a low but distinct voice.

“Come in.”

The door opens softly. Eren enters and wears a discreet... shy smile.

Shy. Eren, that man so hard, so cold, whose hard features once seemed set in stone, smiles at Levi with an almost palpable hesitation. In his arms, Armin rests comfortably on his hip, his small hands clutching the fabric of Eren's T-shirt.

In his other hand, Eren holds a steaming cup of tea and a rickety plate on which rests an unlikely mixture: pieces of half-burnt toast, a hard-boiled egg with a little shell still on it, and some vaguely peeled fruit, probably an apple, but hard to recognize.

Levi looks down at his hands.

The smell of tea reaches him, soft and sweet, but he has no appetite. Nothing passes his lips. The very idea of eating oppresses him, suffocates him. He remains motionless on the bed, content to contemplate the book resting on his thighs.

Eren moves forward slowly, as if afraid of crossing some invisible boundary. Yet he persists, because he knows he has no choice. Levi never leaves this room. For weeks, even months, he's withdrawn there, refusing almost all contact except with their son. And that's precisely why Eren never comes alone.

He places the plate and tea on the bedside table, then adjusts Armin to his hip. The little boy babbles happily, stretching his arms out towards Levi. A sad smile briefly stretches the latter's lips, but he remains frozen.

Eren looks at him for a moment, a mixture of determination and fatigue in his eyes. He's never been good at this sort of thing. Levi knows it. This man he once served like a king, this imperious, demanding man, couldn't even light a hob.

Eren, who used to spend afternoons being served dishes that Levi prepared with care, sometimes only half-appreciated, now finds himself in the kitchen, preparing meals for a family.

Well... « meal » is a big word.

Levi easily imagines the scenes he doesn't see. Eren, standing in front of an overflowing saucepan. The ominous sizzle of an egg burning in a pan that's too hot. A packet of broken pasta in his hand, which he pours into the water without heating it. Mashed potatoes full of lumps, frozen dishes poorly defrosted in the microwave, soups with too much salt. One day, Eren had even tried to make pancakes, but they were more like thick, sticky pancakes.

Every day, Eren tried again. Every day, he goes upstairs with a plate. Every day, he tries to convince Levi to eat. And every day, Levi knows he'll try to refuse.

“I know you don't want to.” Eren starts slowly, his deep voice betraying a hint of frustration he's trying to control. “But you've got to eat. You know it's important.”

Levi looks down at Armin, who's holding out his small hands toward him, and sighs. He knows it. He knows it too well. If he doesn't eat, if he doesn't regain some strength, he won't make it to the end of this pregnancy.

But he can't. His whole body refuses.

So Eren uses Armin. Not out of malice, but because it's the only thing that works sometimes. He gently lays the little boy on the bed, right next to Levi. Armin babbles, grabs the blanket with his fingertips and snuggles up to his father.

Levi runs a trembling hand through his son's blond hair, his gaze lost.

“Do you want me to stay? Or go out?” Eren asks, breaking the silence. His voice is low, almost tender.

Levi doesn't answer right away. He simply kisses Armin's forehead gently, who wriggles happily.

“Stay...” he finally whispers.

Eren doesn't move, but his shy smile returns, almost imperceptible.

Eren sits gently beside Levi, the weight of his body making the bed creak slightly. He makes no gesture, no attempt to touch him or speak right away. He just stands there, motionless, his hands resting on his knees, as if afraid of breaking something even more fragile.

Armin, for his part, is already tiring of the scene. The child, far too young to understand the full extent of the family drama being played out around him, fidgets on the bed, looking for a distraction.

“Daddy, can I play with my Playmobil?” He asks in an impatient little voice, while stretching out his arms to claim a cuddle.

Levi hesitates, but finally takes him in his arms. He hugs him tightly, almost desperately, as if trying to anchor himself to him, to this little being still full of innocence. A gentle warmth invades his chest, but it's not enough to soothe the guilt gnawing at his heart.

Once, Levi lived for them, for Eren and their son. He lived to serve them, to give them all he could.

But now...

He tightens his embrace around Armin, as if he wants to convince himself that he's still capable of something.

“Go and play, sweetheart...” He finally whispers, reluctantly releasing his son.

Armin doesn't hesitate. He climbs off the bed with the joyful awkwardness of a child, runs to the door, and disappears down the hall, his tiny footsteps echoing through the house. Levi follows him with his eyes until he disappears, then turns his attention back to his hands, still resting on his knees.

He blames himself. So much.

Levi wishes he could cook good meals for him, like he used to. He'd like to hear Armin complain that the broccoli is too green or the carrots too soft. But his once fussy son seems to have resigned himself. He now eats the « meals » Eren concocts without flinching. Because that's all there is to it. Levi can't take it anymore.

It's not physical. It really isn't. Sure, his nine-month-old belly would limit his movements, but it's not that. It's mental. It's all mental.

Levi looks down at the wobbly plate and the still-steaming cup of tea. He hesitates, before huffing, barely audible.

“You already made me tea an hour ago...” He doesn't dare look at Eren.

“I thought you might like a second one?” Eren answers, his deep voice tinged with ill-concealed embarrassment.

Eren looks lost. Completely lost.

Levi knows it. Eren had to change his life overnight. He begged his superiors for time off, to stay by Levi's side, and now he's here, sitting on the bed, trying, every day, to convince Levi to eat, to get up, not to sink any further.

But that's not all Eren does. He forces Levi to wash, dress and pretend to stand. But that's not his role. It never has been.

So he does what he can, with his clumsy means. Sometimes his tone is harsh, almost aggressive. Sometimes, he shakes him brusquely, without realizing he's hurting him. His words are accusatory, as if he's trying to rouse Levi with anger.

But he never lets him down. He never does.

Levi bites his lip, looking away from the plate. Guilt tightens his throat. Everything Eren does, he does for him, and Levi can't even accept it. He just doesn't know how.

“Eren...” He starts, his voice breaking, but he can't finish his sentence.

Levi, who once dreamed of such closeness, now finds himself suffocating under the weight of this attention.

He, who never dared hope that Eren would ever care for him, now finds himself unable to bear his constant presence. This same Eren, who had always been an imposing figure, almost inaccessible in his alpha pride, is now everywhere, omnipresent, and it's becoming unbearable for him.

They no longer sleep together.

Eren, in his wounded pride, had found this hard to accept. He had asked for explanations, almost begged. But Levi had nothing to say. No argument, no justification. Just this invisible wall between them that he refused to cross.

So Eren gave in.

For almost three months now, he's been sleeping on the sofa. Three months of lonely nights, when Levi remains in their marital bed, while Eren makes do with the living room.

They also stopped having sex. What was once an essential part of their relationship has completely faded away.

Yet Levi still loved sex. He craved it, he needed it. Even though these moments were often dominated by Eren, even though it was he who dictated the rhythm and imposed his rules, Levi found an intense, almost addictive pleasure in them. But today, that desire no longer awakens for him. Not for Eren.

Eren tries, though.

Sometimes, Eren caresses Levi's inner thigh, his warm hand sliding slowly, while whispering obscenities into his ear, his husky voice laden with desire and desperation:

« I want you. I want to knot you... »

These words still echo in Levi's head, an endless loop he can't stop. Eren's voice, husky, impatient, full of frustration and desire, continues to inhabit him. He sees his gaze again, that glint of possessiveness that never disappeared.

Eren had tried everything, even in this room, which had become almost a prison for Levi.

He remembers that night, when Eren had crossed the first boundary. Levi lay on his side, facing the wall, hoping Eren would give up. But he'd felt the mattress sink under Eren's weight, his warm breath caressing the bare skin of his neck.

« Your body knows me. I know you want me to touch you. »

Eren's hands had slid over his hips, then lower, over his buttocks. He'd squeezed them, his fingers digging into his flesh, desperate for an answer. Levi hadn't moved, remaining frozen, as if dead.

Eren had continued, one hand venturing between his thighs, tracing the parting of his ass to his hole. He'd pressed down with his finger, massaging around before trying to push the tip in.

« You're still so tight... let me just get you ready, Levi. You miss it, don't you? My finger in there, and then my cock. Tell me you miss it. Shit, I want it so bad... »

But Levi had contracted, his body rigid, a block of ice impossible to break. Without even turning around, he'd whispered, « Stop it. » So cold that even Eren had finally withdrawn his hand.

Another time, in the shower.

Levi stood, hot water trickling over his swollen belly, his muscles tense. He stood at the edge of the tub, exhausted, his breath coming in short gasps. Eren, who'd been helping him wash, had slid his hands over his belly before moving up, lingering on his nipples hardened by the hot water. He'd pinched them gently, before leaning down, his breath burning against Levi's damp skin.

« I want milk... Let me taste, one more time. »

Levi had felt Eren's mouth on his neck, then down to his torso, his lips grazing his nipples. But he'd pushed it away abruptly, a cold, cutting look in his eyes.

« Stop it, Eren. »

Eren had grunted, frustrated, but... he'd stopped.

Another time, Levi was lying on the bed, exhausted, eyes half-closed. Eren had come in, approached silently, and knelt beside him.

« You know I dream about you, Levi? Not just of you... but of everything. To see you with our child, to see you feeding our baby... »

He'd placed a hand on his belly, tracing the rounded curves with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of his gaze. Then, without warning, he'd slid his mouth over his bare skin, kissing insistently before murmuring:

« Wouldn't you like it if we did it right now? Levi... »

Levi had turned abruptly, his gaze icy. « I don't feel like it. »

And there was that kiss, brutal and possessive. Levi sat on the bed, silent, his gaze lost. Eren had come in, grabbed him by the chin and pressed his lips against his. No gentleness. His tongue had forced its way into his mouth, aggressive, exploring with desperate hunger. His fingers had dug into his hair, pulling to hold him still, while his other hand moved down to his nipples.

« Look at me. I know you're mad at me, but say you want me. Say it, or I'll... I'll go crazy. »

But Levi hadn't given in. His body remained frozen, his muscles tense, his gaze closed.

So Eren gave up.

He gave up his attempts, his hopes. Levi could see it. In his gestures, in his tired eyes. The alpha who once imposed his will, who demanded and got everything, has given up.

Eren has given up so much.

And Levi blames himself.

He blames himself for everything he can no longer give him. For this man he loved and adored so much, whom he once almost worshipped, but no longer sees in the same way. He's not the same Eren. And Levi doesn't know if he's the one who's changed, or if it's simply what they've become together.

Suddenly, he's drawn out of his thoughts.

Eren pretends to make a plane with a piece of apple, as he used to do to force Armin to eat. Levi follows Eren's waving apple with his eyes, until it slowly comes to his lips. His eyes stare at the fruit with an uncertain gleam, hesitant, almost lost in this simple action. Eren bursts out laughing softly, amused by the situation.

“Looks like you've got a squint.” Eren's laughter echoes faintly around the room, light, almost forced. “Come on, open up. He wants to land, the plane.” He continues, a bright smile on his face.

It's awkward, unexpected of Eren. Like many of his interventions over the last few months, strange and disconnected.

Levi slightly purses his lips, hesitating for a moment, then Eren gently slides the piece of apple between them.

But he doesn't stop there. He moves back and forth lightly, almost too slowly, his gestures familiar but charged with a deeper, almost suggestive meaning.

Eren stares at him, obsessed, Levi's rosy lips sliding against the fruit with every movement. It's a deliberately explicit, almost obscene gesture, clearly mimicking fellatio. Levi feels his cheeks flush slightly under his husband's gaze. He looks away, but Eren remains stubbornly there, focused on every slight back-and-forth between Levi's lips.

Levi feels his breath quicken.

He watches Eren, silent, his gaze drowned in Eren's intensity.

Eren closes his eyes for a moment, as if trying to imagine something more, something else, surely his sex, instead of the apple.

Levi wonders how Eren relieves himself now.

Surely he's masturbating, contenting himself with pornographic videos to assuage this lack. The thought crosses his mind and Levi feels a slight twinge, a hint of cold, biting jealousy creeping gently into his mind.

But it's nothing like he'd feel in the past, those days when their desire was shared, when he'd respond willingly, almost avidly, to Eren's every touch, to every desire he aroused in him. No, it's not the same intensity.

“I miss it... Don't you?” His smile is melancholy, while his gestures become more insistent, almost desperate.

Levi looks away, unable to bear his husband's gaze.

Eren moves a little closer, and Levi, helpless, can only notice the tension building under the fabric of his husband's gray jogging suit. Eren's erection forms slowly, seemingly insidious, but Levi sees it, clear and undeniable.

His eyes lower, fleeing Eren's provocative gaze.

Yet Eren never takes his eyes off him. His gaze, heavy with envy and frustration, remains fixed on Levi, almost obsessed. His gestures have become imprecise, clumsy, but he continues, stubborn, to try to seduce him, as if he were trying to rekindle something that no longer exists.

Levi abruptly bites into the fruit, chewing slowly, eyes downcast, concentrating on every movement.

The message is clear, obvious.

Eren bows his head, sighing slightly, resting the fruit on the plate with feigned exasperation.

He stares at him, but Levi remains silent, his face hidden under a veil of nonchalance. Yet Eren's gaze burns, inquisitive, as if the intensity of his thoughts demanded an answer. But Levi keeps his head down, almost resigned, unable to meet his husband's gaze.

Eren then puts the plate back in front of Levi's eyes, accompanied by a fork. Levi remains frozen, unable to move, as Eren rises, slowly running his hand through his own tousled hair, then adjusting his thick black sweater.

“Okay, baby, when I get back, you've eaten everything. If not, it's spanking, right?” He forces a smile, a shaky laugh, but deep down, his mask of joviality hides a deep destruction, the same one he silently imposes on Levi.

That smile is a stifled cry of despair. And Levi knows it. He feels it. But this time, it's Levi who lets himself wither away. Eren, on the other hand, is still fighting, in his own way, to stay on his feet.

And Levi is just drifting away, slowly breaking, day after day.

Levi freezes for a moment after Eren closes the door, his breath short, his thoughts in disarray.

He exhales at last, the breath he hadn't even noticed holding until now. His own body, though, can't ignore this burning need, this heat that's been rising inside him for too long, ever since their intimacy disappeared.

He knows what he wants, what he needs. Levi feels this pressure, this emptiness, a deep craving that demands satisfaction. He has needs, very real needs, that he tries to repress every day.

On these nights, he lies alone in their bed, his heart pounding with a strange shame mixed with excitement.

Levi would slide a hand under the sheet, not to relieve himself, but to destroy himself a little more. His fingers would follow a familiar line, down from his waist to his sex, already stiff and taut against his thigh. He'd grasp it firmly, pump slowly, his breath becoming ragged. It would burn inside him, that fucking heat turning his stomach. But jerking off wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough.

A grunt would escape him as he spread his thighs wider, letting his fingers slide lower. He'd pinch his anus with his fingertips, knead it briefly, before squeezing with raw impatience. There would be no hesitation when he pushed a finger in, just the need to open up, to fuck himself as he needed to.

« Fuck... » The complaint would escape him, muffled in the pillow he'd nibble with all his might. His finger would move inside him, slowly at first, then with raw urgency. He'd add a second finger, stretching his hole in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His breathing would become irregular, his moans loud despite himself. He'd arch slightly, seeking to push his fingers even deeper, but it wouldn't be nearly enough.

His thoughts would wander, his mind invaded by blurred images. Not of Eren. Not of his alpha. No, he'd see himself as someone else. A stranger, rough hands that would hold him in place, a hard, broad cock that would fuck him mercilessly.

Levi would pick up the pace, his fingers digging in as if they wanted to destroy him.

« Fuck, yes... » The hoarse words would escape his lips, interspersed with sighs. He'd yank his hand away in frustration, his tight hole contracting into the void. « Han... Alpha... » His voice would be low, almost a growl.

Trembling, he'd bend his knees, raise his legs and spread his thighs as wide as he could. He'd grab his fist, press it against his swollen entrance. The first pressure would make his teeth grind. It would burn, it would pull, but he'd force again.

However, with his pregnancy, he has trouble with the pressure of a knot.

But strangely enough, he needs it.

Inch by inch, he'd push in, his body fighting the pain as he searched for it.

When his fist finally passed through his anus, a hoarse cry would escape him, echoing through the room. He'd move slowly at first, his hips lifting to accompany the thrusts. Then he'd become wilder, thrusting his fist in with all his might, mimicking the knot of an alpha who'd nailed him to the mattress. Each thrust would be brutal, merciless, and it would drive him crazy.

Levi would pant, moan like crazy, his hole swallowing his fist with insatiable greed.

« Yes... again... » His words would be spat into the silence of the room. His whole body would tremble, sweat running down his spine. When the orgasm hit him, it would be like an explosion, a torrent of pleasure that would wring a muffled howl from him into the pillow.

His body would convulse around his fist, his legs flailing, his tight hole still throbbing around the brutal sensation. But once the pleasure had passed, he'd stand there, legs spread, trembling, drained. Silence would fall upon him, and with it, the weight of solitude.

But it's also at times like these that reality hits him hardest.

Levi feels desperately alone. Even in his most intimate fantasies, it's not Eren he imagines. The knot he tries to imitate, the fullness he tries to recreate, are all empty echoes of what he's lost.

And this emptiness, however unbearable, never disappears, not even after those moments of intense pleasure.

Levi hadn't masturbated in years.

In fact, not since he'd been with Eren. Eren categorically refused to let Levi take pleasure alone. « You don't need that, Levi, I'm here. Only your alpha should give you pleasure », he'd said one day, in a cold tone, cutting off any desire to insist.

So when Levi had recently started masturbating again, it had felt strange. Almost embarrassing. As if he were rediscovering his own body after all this time. The first few times, his hands had trembled slightly, hesitantly, before gradually rediscovering the gestures he'd forgotten. And despite the guilt burning in his belly, he'd been relieved nonetheless. What he'd felt then... it had destroyed him as much as it had liberated him.

Eren suspected it, of course. He could feel it.

Sometimes, he'd walk behind Levi, silent as a predator. He'd lower his head, inhale slowly near his neck. A long, measured breath that made Levi shiver. Eren almost sniffed the air, searching for that familiar scent of heated skin, of pleasure. He could smell it. That musky, almost sweet mixture, the smell of an orgasm still fresh on Levi's skin.

Anyway, Eren had already half-surprised him.

Levi, lying on the bed, too exhausted by painful contractions, had masturbated to relieve himself.

Levi had been experiencing these pains for several weeks, and Hange had already told him about orgasms, claiming they could help calm the contractions.

So, in a moment of desperation, Levi had let himself go, his fingers sliding slowly under the sheets. He hadn't thought about it; his movements were mechanical, instinctive.

The more he touched, the more his body reacted, the more his muscles tensed. He'd had one orgasm after another, without really stopping, until he was completely exhausted. His fingers had slid deeper, frantically, until a tremor shook his body, rendering him unable to continue.

Levi had then wiped himself with tissues, the ones he'd found on the bedside table. He'd used several, many, to clean himself, all soaked in the warm, thick substance. But instead of flushing the tissues down the toilet, as he should have done, he'd left them there, forgetting in his tired state.

The mess had remained visible, laid out like a cruel confession.

Out of tiredness, out of carelessness, he'd left them lying around on the bedside table. He hadn't thought about it, not for a second, until Eren had come up to see him.

As soon as he'd entered the room, Eren had seen.

Immediately. Those semen-soaked handkerchiefs were there, exposed, silent witnesses to what had happened. Levi had panicked, his throat had tightened, and terror had surged through him. He had straightened up awkwardly on the bed, desperately looking for an excuse.

« Eren... I've got a cold. I- »

But Eren had cut him off. His voice had remained calm, composed, almost cold.

« Yeah. You blew your nose. It's okay, I'll throw them away. »

Without adding anything, his face closed, he had retrieved the handkerchiefs, clasped them in his hand and headed for the door. Levi didn't dare move, or even breathe. Eren had gone to throw the garbage away, without a single remark, without another word.

That silence, more chilling than any anger, had left Levi paralyzed, haunted by shame and fear.

And that oppressive silence spoke louder than any threat.

It must kill Eren, somehow. His pride, his alpha ego, shattered a little more every night. Because Levi, his husband, his omega, the one who was always his, the one who gave himself without hesitation, has stopped seeking pleasure in his arms. He's looking for sex, yes, but not with Eren.

It must cut deep into his heart. The pride of an alpha, the pride that reigns over him, that leads him to believe he can offer everything, give everything, and be everything for Levi, must take a hit.

Rejection, again and again.

Levi doesn't understand how Eren could have changed so much, to the point of letting him masturbate without saying a word, of tolerating Levi's sexual needs that he no longer satisfies. He doesn't understand how Eren, this domineering alpha who demanded everything of him, can now take rejection.

It was inconceivable before.

In the past, if Eren wanted sex, Levi had no choice. Tired, exhausted, sad... It didn't matter. If Eren put his hands on him, it was an order.

Levi followed. He always did. He didn't need to consent, didn't need to want. He just had to obey, bend to his desires, his cravings. That was the way it was. That was the rule. Eren took, and Levi gave, again and again, until he was exhausted.

But what now? Now Levi chooses. He says no, and Eren doesn't insist. He turns away, accepts the refusal with a resignation that leaves Levi confused. He can't understand how the man he once knew, this authoritarian alpha who controlled every aspect of their intimacy, can simply... give in. Let go. Settle for nothing.

It should be a relief, this newfound freedom, this power to decide. But instead, Levi is confused.

He doesn't know what to do with this new power. This freedom he's never had before. He should enjoy it, but he can't. Because deep down, he knows this change is hiding something. Pain, perhaps. A silent anger. A fatigue that Eren doesn't show. And Levi, despite his choice, despite his refusal, can't help wondering how long Eren can hold out before he explodes.

Levi wonders, his mind racing with thoughts he doesn't dare formulate aloud.

What if Eren is simply waiting for the birth? That moment when his role as alpha would take on new meaning, when his power could once again assert itself without the slightest challenge. What if all this - this unusual tolerance, this silence in the face of rejection, this appearance of change - was just an act? A calculated strategy to numb his distrust, to make him believe that he had finally changed, that he had relinquished his absolute control.

Levi imagines this scenario with a dull, almost paralyzing anxiety. He can already see Eren, with this newborn in his arms, regaining the power he had let waver. Once again dictating every aspect of their lives, every gesture, every word. Perhaps even more ferociously than before, as if to make up for those months when he had seemed so different.

Or worse...

Levi shuddered at the thought. Worse would be Eren using the child as a weapon. That he would use him to reinforce his authority, to justify his return to this implacable domination. That he'd not only reprise his role, but become even more intractable, more demanding, more ruthless. Could Levi stand it? No, he already knows. He couldn't.

He just doesn't know. He's lost, caught in this spiral of uncertainty. Eren has changed, that's undeniable. But Levi can't help doubting. Is this change genuine, or just a temporary truce?
Levi wants to believe the former, but he knows Eren. He knows his pride, his strength, his need for control. And in this doubt, in this fear, he feels his heart clench, torn between the hope of a better life and the fear of a return to a life he no longer has the strength to endure.

Levi shakes his head gently, as if to banish his oppressive thoughts, then begins to eat.

His gestures are mechanical, devoid of any real willpower, but at least he makes the effort.

After all, is he in a position to judge? To make these assumptions and accuse Eren of such an act? He clenches his jaws, unable to ignore this gnawing truth: he's no better.

No, he's much worse.

The idea creeps into his mind like poison. Levi knows he has no right to blame Eren for anything when he himself is harboring thoughts just as malicious. If he doubts Eren's intentions, it's perhaps because he's projecting himself, because he sees something darker in himself.

Levi, too, has made a decision. It was instantaneous and spontaneous, arising as a matter of course at the precise moment he opened his eyes, his body still heavy from the effects of the sedative he'd been injected with that day.

That day when everything collapsed.

He had known. With almost terrifying clarity.

Levi wants a divorce.

The idea has never really wavered since. Levi bears it silently, never daring to express it aloud, but it persists, ever present, weighing on his shoulders, dictating his every gesture, his every thought. He's not sure, he hesitates, but he sees no other way out.

In his eyes, their story is over.

More than anger or disgust, it's an infinite weariness that drives him to this decision. A deep, irreversible fatigue of the soul.

And yet, Levi can't help wondering... If Eren knew, what would he do?

Levi knows what he wants, but every time he considers taking action, an impassable wall stands in front of him.

He remembers that day in the hospital room, when he asked to be alone with Hange. His heart was so heavy it felt as if it would burst under the pressure.

Hange was just his gynecologist, a beta who had no obligation to listen to him or meddle in his personal affairs. Yet Levi had no one else. The only person who had tended his ear, even when he hadn't uttered a word, was her.

Levi had stood before her, trembling, tight-lipped, unable to find the right words. Finally, his eyes had spoken for him, imploring, shining with the pain he'd kept buried for so long.

« Hange... If I want to divorc Eren, will you help me? » His voice came out weak, barely a whisper, as if uttering the words aloud gave them an unbearable weight.

Hange had frozen, her mouth slightly open. For a moment, she had looked... guilty? Levi couldn't be sure, but her face wore a strange expression. As if she felt more sorry for Eren than for him. It was only a fleeting impression, but it had struck him.

Why did she look so troubled? Did she really feel sorry for Eren? Levi hadn't had the courage to ask.

Then, with a quick gesture, Hange had taken a pen out of her blouse pocket and scribbled her personal number on a piece of paper. She handed the paper to Levi, her expression professional but gentle. She hadn't said much, simply: « Think it over, Levi. When you're ready, give me a call. In the meantime, I advise you to come home with Eren... It's wrong, but... Try not to mention it to him before the birth. » Nothing more. But her tone had a gravity that still resonated in Levi's mind.

After that, Levi had felt an overwhelming sense of relief, a feeling that consumed him entirely in the moment. But now, that decision weighs heavily on him, almost as much as his pain.

Hange would be there, but he didn't know how to go about it.

He had nothing for himself. No money, only meager savings accumulated before getting married. No driver's license, no car. And then there was Armin. And worst of all, this little being he still carried inside him, a child who belonged as much to Eren as to him.

There was no alpha to help him, no one to support him through this ordeal. Only Hange, this poor beta who hadn't asked for anything but on whom he was counting to carry the weight of this decision. Levi bit the inside of his cheek, his thoughts racing endlessly.

How was he going to get out of this?

Levi couldn't back down now. He had no choice, and this certainty gnawed at him. Sitting there on his bed, he slowly chews a mouthful of apple, his gaze fixed on his plate without really seeing it. Each morsel he brings to his mouth is a mechanical gesture, devoid of pleasure, just a way of keeping his hands busy and filling the oppressive void around him.

He still loves Eren. He'll probably love him for the rest of his life. They've been through so much together.

But it's a mixed love, a feeling that seems to have been lost under thick layers of remorse, anguish and disappointment. There's so much sadness in this love that it's almost unrecognizable.

Levi takes another bite, the sweet juice sliding over his tongue. He chews slowly, thinking of all he's had to endure, all they've been through together. Each bite is punctuated by a reflection.

His gaze loses itself in emptiness, one hand resting around his fork, which he doesn't move. He feels guilty for wanting to leave, for separating himself from Eren, even though he knows that deep down, Eren is trying.

But the romantic love he so desperately sought has become something else. A tarnished affection, where every gesture is tinged with sadness.

Finally, he shakes his head and plunges his fork into his plate. This marriage is a burden. It suffocates him.

And yet, he has no idea how to free himself. It's not that he doesn't love Eren anymore. It's just... different. Too different to go on like this.

Suddenly, Eren re-enters the room and closes the door behind him.

Levi watches him approach, his plate barely started on his lap, his eyes bright but empty. He feels Eren's every step, like a wave disturbing his already disordered thoughts.

Eren stops at the edge of the bed, towering over Levi, his gaze fixed on the plate.

“You haven't eaten?” He asks, his voice low but heavy with thinly veiled reproach. He points to the eggs and bread, which seem untouched, evidence of Levi's absent appetite.

Levi looks down at the plate, unable to meet Eren's gaze. He answers nothing. The silence stretches on, oppressive, and Eren doesn't move. He remains there, above him, his shadow covering Levi like a weight he no longer has the strength to bear.

« Go. Go, Eren. Leave me with my thoughts. » Levi begs him inwardly, his heart clenching.

But a few months earlier, it had been just the opposite. Then, his silent prayers were filled with a different kind of desperation.

« Stay. Eren, I beg you, stay with me. Don't leave me alone. »

Eren finally steps forward and reaches out, caressing Levi's cheek with his fingertips. The touch is gentle, almost tender, but Levi can't help but perceive it as an invisible chain.

“You don't love me anymore, do you? I'm sure of it now.” Eren murmurs, his voice broken, as if each word tears him apart a little more.

He asks this question almost every day. And every day, Levi answers the same thing, in a low, almost inaudible voice.

“I need time...” This sentence, though repeated almost daily, weighs on him like a burden.

With each word, it's as if the air runs out of him, his breath becomes shorter. His shoulders slump, and his voice falters slightly, almost inaudible.

Overwhelming fatigue takes hold of him, weighing down his eyelids. Slowly, his eyes close, unable to bear the weight of the relentlessly repeating days any longer.

Levi can't say anything else. Even if he still loves Eren, it's not a love he can explain. He can't give him any more false hope, not when he's silently planning their separation.

Deep down, he dreams of Eren making this decision for him. That he gets bored, hates him, rejects him. Levi could then unburden himself of this suffocating guilt, avoid the burden of carrying the weight of their break-up alone.

But Eren, true to form, just stands there. He doesn't move, his fingers still on Levi's cheek, his gaze scrutinizing the slightest hint, the slightest crack in his husband's armor of silence.

Levi feels the tension in that still hand, as if Eren is holding back from yelling at him, from shaking him, from forcing him to speak.

But he doesn't. Not this time. And this silence, more than a scream, consumes Levi.

Levi looks away, his mind mired in a jumble of contradictory thoughts.

Why don't they ever talk?

Not once, in all the time they've known each other, have they had a real conversation. One where each could be honest, where words weren't weapons or shields.
Eren has never really opened up, not other than through desperate promises, oaths whispered in the fever of moments of crisis. And Levi never expressed his feelings explicitly. He always tried to translate them into his gestures: a cup of coffee placed next to Eren, a plaid he threw over his shoulders, a look he hoped would be eloquent enough.

Levi dreams of arguments. Real couple fights, with loud voices and harmless reproaches. Arguments where he could finally speak his mind. Where he could ask Eren to stop leaving his things lying around, not to leave his dirty underpants on the floor, to put down his console controller for once and help him make the bed.
He dreamed of those moments when he could grumble about everyday details, without every word becoming a time bomb. Arguments that would surely end in hugs, laughter and stolen kisses.

But they don't.

They don't know how to talk to each other except through heavy silences or angry outbursts. The slightest disagreement seems charged with crushing gravity, as if the slightest misstep could bring the whole thing crashing down.

Levi no longer knows how to break down the invisible wall between them. All he wants is a little normalcy. A little levity. But even that seems out of reach.

But where did it get them?

Levi let out a quiet sigh, his heart weighed down by the weight of this dialogue-free relationship. What if, for once, they tried? What if Levi took the plunge and simply asked Eren for... a divorce? Maybe it would work. Maybe Eren would finally understand.

No. Levi shakes his head at the thought.

It's absurd. Eren wouldn't understand. He'd scream, surely. Maybe he'd even hit him. His mask would finally fall away, revealing all its shadows and rage. But then... Who knows? Maybe Eren would accept.

He might even want this divorce, deep down. Maybe these declarations of love and promises of change are just a facade, an act of last resort.

Levi doesn't know. Because they never talk.

Only when things are chaotic. When sadness and anger overwhelm them. And everyone knows to avoid big discussions at such times, to wait for the storm to pass.

But Eren and Levi? No. They always choose these tense moments to « talk » to each other. And that's where it got them.

Yet here, all seems calm. Levi could seize this lull. Maybe if he does now, everything could be different. They could find common ground, become friends. That would be better for Armin.

Levi sighs again, thinking of Armin. He can't take this child away from Eren. Even if they have no biological link, Armin loves Eren. And that baby in his belly?

Damn. Levi puts a hand to his heart, as if searching for an answer he knows he won't find there.

Maybe Eren would understand. Maybe he'd accept, despite his oaths of love. What if this divorce was what Eren really wanted? Maybe Eren could finally rebuild his life with someone else.

Levi would get a good share of the money from this separation - Eren earns a very good living.

With that, Levi could start afresh.

He could offer Armin and the baby a peaceful life, away from the shouting, the tension, the unspoken. A life where he would finally have control over his own destiny.

But then why does this thought make him so bitter and sad?

Because he still loves Eren. And that's precisely what makes it all so painful.

“Levi. The child will be born soon, you know?” Eren lowers himself to his full height and whispers against his ear.

It's true. The C-section is scheduled for next week. It's full term. His pregnancy has gone well, apart from the recent events that have turned everything upside down. Levi still wonders if... If, after the birth of this child, he could ever find that love again?

The love he's always felt for Eren. Ever since the first day he saw him.

Levi still remembers it. He'll always remember it.

He'd been with the company for a few months when a new colleague joined.

Eren Jaeger.

As soon as Levi saw him, his heart missed a beat. He was... mad. Crazy in love. His body trembled as soon as he met his gaze. His cheeks flushed instantly, every time he was in his presence. His whole body reacted. It was love at first sight. Love at first sight for this man who, despite being alpha, never even gave him a glance. This insignificant omega.

And yet, Levi had enjoyed a great deal of success before joining the company. He had been courted, desired, by many alphas during his studies.

But Levi made a choice: the one who didn't seem to want him. He chose the one who deigned to give him attention. And Levi gave it his all.

He baked homemade cakes for him when he still lived in his tiny studio apartment. He brought him coffee every morning with a shy but sincere smile. He stretched out his neck to him. Everything.

But Eren didn't seem to want more.

Of course, he liked Levi's devotion. It seemed natural. He loved the beauty of this omega already at his feet. Little by little, he seemed to begin to appreciate the attention he was receiving.

Sometimes, he asked for a coffee himself.

Once, he called him into his office, and handed him a pair of gloves with holes.

« Sew them back on. » Not a « please ». Not a word. Just an order. First orders.

And Levi had gone for it. Because Eren was talking to him, asking him for something. Eren needed him. Even if it was just for coffee or simple services, Eren found Levi useful. That was enough for Levi.

Yet he knew Eren wanted nothing more than these fleeting exchanges, a raw desire satisfied, and Levi's silent devotion.

So, in a fit of desperation, Levi convinced himself that a child would be the solution. Levi stopped taking his contraceptive, a gesture he performed with religious rigor at the time.

He had done so with an idea as clear as it was unfair: to carry Eren's child.

It was selfish. So selfish.

Levi had felt his heat coming on. The rising fever in his body left no doubt: he should never have left the safety of his apartment. He should never have gone to the office in this state.

And yet, he had taken the risk.

He walked down the street, his body fragile and vulnerable, almost staggering under the weight of the fever that was making him dizzy. Every step brought him closer to the edge of danger, and he knew it. But Levi had carried on, driven by that absurd glimmer of hope or despair, hard to say.

His first reflex was to go to Eren.

Eren immediately looked at him, a frown disapproving.

« Go home. », he said, in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

But Levi, fists clenched and jaw clenched, hadn't been able to accept it. Not after everything he'd risked to put himself in this position.

Levi was burning with a fever he could no longer control, a mixture of unbearable heat and overwhelming despair. Eren remained impassive, unaffected by the fire devouring Levi from within.

So Levi fought. Not with words, but with everything he had: his pleading eyes, his almost desperate gestures.

He had tried to convince him, to tempt him, approaching him despite Eren's icy stare. Every word he uttered, every gesture he dared to make, had only one aim: to make him give in. Because he didn't want to believe that Eren could remain unmoved by his condition, by the almost humiliating need he felt.

But Eren, unyielding, resisted. This rejection, this cold silence, was destroying him a little more every second. So Levi had given it his all, ready to endure any humiliation, any scornful look, just so that Eren would finally relent.

And Eren had finally cracked. He'd taken him to his car, parked in the parking lot, out of sight. There, sheltered from the world, Eren had let his instincts take over.

Eren fucked him and knotted him.

Brutally. Without gentleness. Levi was nothing more than a body offered up to the alpha's domination, fucked and knotted without being asked. There was no tenderness in the act, only need.

In the burning excitement of taking an omega in heat, Eren had spoken words that seemed almost perfect, words that a desperate Levi had wanted to believe: « Of course, you're the man of my life. » « You're going to be beautiful, your belly round and full of my child. » « I'm going to impregnate you. » Among these phrases, there were also obscenities, crude and degrading words that Levi hadn't really remembered, or had chosen to ignore.

They were impetuous words, dictated by instinct, a torrent of promises and illusions that seemed too good to be true. Levi knew they were just phrases thrown out in lust, that Eren didn't mean a word he said.

But in his desperation, he'd wanted to believe it. He'd seen in those words a truth he'd stubbornly told himself, an echo of love he'd hoped to hear.

Eren hadn't even considered asking Levi if he was on birth control.

Why should he? To him, it was obvious. Levi was a responsible adult, and contraception was one of the things he'd have to deal with. Eren had never considered that this was not the case.

Those words he'd dropped on impulse - « I'm going to impregnate you. » « You're going to be beautiful, your belly round and full of my child. » « Of course, you're the man of my life. »- were, in his mind, nothing more than an instinctive fantasy, an inconsequential provocation.

Eren had never had any real interest in omegas. What he wanted right now was simple: to fuck. Nothing more, nothing less.

Levi, however, had hoped. He had let himself be carried away by Eren's words, by the raw heat of his desire, convinced, wrongly, that they carried a deeper meaning. He had believed, in his desperation, that he represented something precious, that Eren really wanted him.

But it had all been for nothing. Once the ardor had dissipated, everything had turned icy cold again. After what he'd done, Eren had simply dropped Levi off at home, as if nothing had happened. There hadn't been a tender word, not a gentle glance. Just brutal silence and unbearable detachment.

Levi had stood frozen in the doorway, stunned. The words Eren had spoken a few hours earlier were still echoing in his head.

How could he be so cruel?

There had been no follow-up, no promises kept, no comforting embrace to calm his burning body. Eren had left him there, alone. With one last indifferent look, he'd turned on his heels and walked away, as if Levi were just a problem solved for the day.

The shock had been immense.

Levi had felt his heart contract painfully. He'd felt as if everything he'd thought he had was being ripped away from him. He'd stood there with tears in his eyes, unable to move, wondering how he could have been so wrong.

And then the physical pain returned. Its heat, barely subsiding, had overwhelmed him, even more unbearable than before. He'd curled up on the sofa, trembling, his body clamoring for what Eren hadn't deigned to offer him until the very end.

The relief he'd thought he'd felt for a moment had turned into a nightmare. Levi, shattered, could take no more. His body, his mind, everything seemed about to give way. But there was no one to help him, no one to hear his silent pleas.

He was alone. Once again, he was alone.

That's how he met Erwin. It had been quick, expeditious, like those encounters you make on dubious apps: raw, direct exchanges between horny omegas and horny alphas, often close.

A dirty dating site, made to fill immediate needs. It was here, on this kind of app, that Levi met Erwin. And that had only lasted a few exchanges. Then a quick meeting.

And... that was it. Levi had sex with Erwin.

After having sex with Erwin, Levi was beset by unbearable guilt.

He felt he'd betrayed Eren - the alpha who'd never really belonged to him. Eren had used him, in his eyes, only to satisfy his carnal desires, never offering him the security or love he desperately sought. Levi clung to the idea that Eren, behind that cold, distant facade, could hide a semblance of sincerity.

Levi had learned to accept this unbalanced dynamic, where his needs were a whisper in the face of Eren's demands. It was a relationship based on physical desire and an almost pathetic devotion. Nothing more.

Levi, drained, had nothing left to offer... until that pregnancy test in his hands changed everything.

Positive.

He was pregnant.

For a brief moment, Levi had felt pure, almost innocent joy. He was carrying a child. Eren's child. The thought warmed him like nothing else had in years. He was going to be able to offer Eren something concrete, something real.

A bond. This baby could be their anchor, the start of a real relationship.

But this joy was quickly replaced by a cold, oppressive fear.

Who was the father?

Deep down, Levi desperately wanted to believe it was Eren. It had to be Eren. Everything he'd endured, everything he'd sacrificed, would only make sense if this child was his. Otherwise, what was the point?

So Levi made a decision. He would wait. He would wait for time to make this choice irreversible, for the possibility of erasing everything to vanish. That it would be impossible to have an abortion.

He wanted to be sure, sure that nothing and no one could destroy this chance to finally seal his place with Eren.

And when Levi reached that point of no return, when abortion was no longer an option, he finally confessed to Eren.

Eren, at first, was incredulous. He froze, his eyes fixed on Levi as if he hadn't heard correctly. Levi, however, had tried to keep a neutral expression, but his heart was beating violently in his chest.

« Are you... sure? » he'd finally asked, his voice filled with skepticism and a hint of annoyance.

Levi had nodded, unable to utter a word. He knew this moment would define everything.

Eren had burst out laughing, a bitter, almost cruel laugh. « Where did that come from, Levi? You expect me to believe that? We fucked over three months ago. How do I know you haven't banged another alpha in the meantime? »

Levi, trembling, had wanted to speak, to explain, but the words had stuck in his throat.

Why couldn't Eren understand? Why couldn't he just believe in him?

Incomprehension had mingled with wrenching pain, while Eren continued to shake his head in disbelief.

This wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for, not the coldness he'd been dreading.

« It's not possible. This child is not mine. » Eren had added.

This test couldn't be true, in his opinion.

There was no proof, nothing to give him the certainty that he was the father.

Levi still remembers that moment, the way he had to play all his cards to make his voice heard.

« I was a virgin... You took my virginity... This child is yours. You can't abandon me. It's your role as alpha!" » He lied, openly, because it was his last hope.

Yet it was just the opposite. In high school, he even had a reputation.

The one whose name was whispered in the locker rooms, whose bathroom walls had seen more than just obscene graffiti.

He had sex with anyone, almost without thinking. Soft-hearted alphas, who were obsessed with Levi being one of the rare omega males, often showing an admiration for his beauty. Desperate betas who came to him as a last resort.

Levi offered himself to them all, because he didn't know any other way.

There were no rules, no limits. Anything was allowed: hands pressed against dark walls, sweaty bodies on beds that didn't belong to him, sighs stifled in parking lots after parties. He gave whatever was asked of him, and sometimes more, hoping that this fleeting warmth would be enough to fill the icy emptiness inside him.

Levi knew exactly why he was doing this. It wasn't for pleasure. It wasn't for the thrill. It was for an illusion of connection, for some semblance of importance.

Being wanted, even briefly, was better than being invisible.

But with Eren, everything was different.

Levi didn't just want to be wanted. He wanted to be seen, to be loved. He wanted Eren to stay, to see something special in him, even if it meant betraying the truth.

So when he'd looked Eren in the eye and dropped that lie, he'd done so with calculated precision. Because he knew that Eren, for all his detachment, might not be able to ignore this supposed purity.

« I've got nothing. I have no family. I have nothing to raise this child with, Eren. » Levi had added, to convince Eren to stay by his side.

These words, though full of truth, Levi had said with tears in his eyes, playing on the heartstrings of his own misery.

Because deep down, he was still that desperate boy, ready to do anything to be kept.

He'd never known his parents. No memory of them. Nothing, except an embittered, bitter alpha uncle, a man who'd raised him out of obligation. This man had never given him any affection. Not a caress, not a tender word.

Levi was just one more weight, one mouth too many.

As soon as he was old enough to understand the words, the attacks began. « You're good for nothing. » « Look at you, pathetic. » « You'd better disappear. » These phrases echoed every day, etched into his mind like invisible scars.

And by the time he was eighteen, it had all come crashing down. His uncle, without an ounce of guilt, had thrown him out. A worn-out suitcase, a few too-small clothes, and these last words:

« You're on your own, kid. »

No goodbye. No regrets. Just a door slamming shut, leaving Levi alone in the freezing night.

So he'd done what he had to do to survive. High school experiences had taught him that some alphas would do anything for an omega like him. Levi had learned to manipulate them, to use his body as a tool.

Behind every night spent, there was a meal, a roof, a blanket. That was enough. Because he had nothing else.

Then, one day, things changed. Levi had found a job. A modest job, but his own. It was a chance to start afresh.

And that's when he met Eren. This alpha, cold and detached, who didn't even seem to notice his presence. Who didn't give in to his charm.

Paradoxically, it was this rejection that had triggered everything. A fascination. An inexplicable attraction.

For the first time, Levi wanted more than just to survive. With Eren, he wanted to live.

He had orchestrated everything, every gesture, every word, like a desperate symphony.

Levi had never told Eren what he really was. He never had. He'd chosen to play the role of the pure, chaste omega, lost in a world of alphas, without family or bearings. It wasn't completely untrue, but it was far from the truth.

And yet, for once, this appalling fate had allowed him to turn the tide.

It had been enough.

Eren had believed it.

Levi still remembered all the insults, the insults, the humiliations the alpha had hurled at him.

« You've ruined my life. »

Those words echoed like a haunting litany, a repeated slap reverberating in his mind at every turn. They hurt, more than he cared to admit. But despite everything, Levi... Levi was happy.

Because Eren, even in his anger, even in his denial, was looking for a solution.

A home. For them.

It hadn’t been easy, though. Eren had been fired after disappearing for an entire afternoon without any justification, after Levi's heat. Eren was already been on thin ice with his superiors, and as soon as they had the chance, they got rid of him. They kept him on for a few months, just enough time to find his replacement.

Yet somehow, it worked out. Eren found a new job—one that paid significantly better. It meant Levi could stay at home, a househusband in the very place that now symbolized the fragile thread holding their family together.

He'd even asked Levi to marry him. Not out of love, not out of choice, but because of social demands, his parents' expectations. They refused to allow a child to be born out of wedlock. For them, it was a matter of family honor, an obligation.

Levi knew this. He could see through these cold, pragmatic reasons. But he didn't mind. He was getting married. To Eren. No matter the motives, no matter the unspoken words, he was finally going to form a family with the man he loved. And nothing else mattered.

Not the cold looks. Not the harsh words. Not the loneliness in this marriage where he often felt like a shadow.

He was going to be united with Eren. And for Levi, that was enough.

He would give birth to their child, the concrete fruit of this union.

It was a new chance. Revenge on a life that had spat in his face for so many years.

For the first time, he felt almost whole, almost alive. And even if this union was built on a fragile balance, Levi told himself that he could hang on, that he could hold on, for himself, for this unborn child, and for the love he bore this man who, even in his rejection, had become his universe.

Levi had believed that a child would be the key to opening Eren's heart. He thought the alpha might resent him at first, but that he would soften, that he would become the man Levi dreamed of, the one who would look at him with love and tenderness.

But even during his pregnancy, Levi was nothing more than an outlet. A silent receptacle where Eren poured out all his frustration.

Levi vividly remembers the day Eren came home with a pole-dancing bar. He'd set it up in their bedroom, without a word of explanation, before simply blurting out: « Dance for me. »

It was ridiculous. Humiliating.

And yet, he'd done it. Because Eren was pushing him to his limits, constantly testing the limits of his submission. He was nothing more than an object of desire, a sexual distraction in the moments when Eren decided to remember his existence.

Levi accepted. He always did.

But Hange, his gynecologist, could see right through them. She could see the distance between them. During Armin's ultrasounds, Eren would stand in the corner of the room, absorbed in his phone or headphones. Completely disconnected.

Levi, on the other hand, would smile. He'd tell Hange anything to fill the void, to keep up appearances, to convince himself he was okay.

« You know, Eren carries me when I can't walk. »

« He brings me breakfast in bed every morning. »

These lies were desperate attempts to paint a life he didn't have.

« You know, Eren is so excited about the baby's arrival. He's already painted the room. »

« Yesterday, he surprised me with a massage to relieve my swollen legs. »

« We watch movies together every night, he loves old classics, like me. »

« Eren told me he wants to have another child after this one. »

« When I'm sick, he worries so much. He never leaves my side. »

Sometimes, Levi would let slip fragments of truth, confessions that he didn't formulate clearly, but which betrayed his distress:

« Fortunately I have Eren. I've got nothing else. »

« This baby will only have two grandparents. I have no family, you know. »

« If anything happens to me, I know Eren will take care of everything. »

Hange could feel the pain in those words. She could see the forced smiles, Eren's evasive glances, and the gleam of despair in Levi's eyes. So she did what she could. She slipped in words of encouragement, brewed herbal teas to ease his stress, cracked light jokes to lighten the mood.

She'd extend a hand, but Levi never took it. Because he was obsessed. Obsessed with Eren. Obsessed with the idea of conquering him, of loving him enough to make him love in return.

When Armin was born, Levi felt filled with a love he'd never known. This child, fragile and perfect, was his anchor, his hope. But Eren... Eren remained the same. Always cold, always distant. And yet, in this coldness, Levi sometimes perceived a strange attachment, a kind of twisted, clumsy love.

But this love always came with wounds.

The worst was when his heat returned.

Levi hoped for some respite, some tenderness. Maybe a rut from Eren that would, despite everything, ease his pain and give him the illusion of being wanted. But no. Nothing. Eren never gave in to his needs.

On the contrary, he punished him. Refusing any relief, any smell, any contact. Levi had to endure alone, in a cruel loneliness that reminded him how little he deserved.

Over time, Armin grew. And his features, his expressions, became a cruel mirror of Erwin. Levi could see. He knew that the truth, buried but never forgotten, would eventually come out.

And that day arrived. By chance, or as a cruel reminder of fate. Eren had crossed paths with Erwin. And for Levi, it was the end.

He still remembers the despair that overcame him when Eren discovered the truth. He'd prepared himself for the worst. He'd expected screams, blows, an explosion of violence. Levi knew he was broken. That this time, there would be no turning back. He had imagined himself thrown out of the car, with his son in his arms, wandering the streets, with nothing.

With no one. Just one more time.

But there wasn't.

Instead, Eren took him in his arms. He held him tight, as if afraid of losing him. Levi had heard those words, which still echoed in his head, even now:

« I love you. I'm going to change. I'm going to be a better husband and a good father. »

How? How could he love Levi, the man he thought he'd throw out, get rid of, now that he'd realized Armin wasn't his son? Levi was sure, convinced that this would be the end.

Once Eren faced the truth, he'd have no reason to keep him, no ties. Levi was ready to be rejected, to be cast out, with his son in his arms, wandering the streets, with nothing, with no one.

How could he love Levi?

Levi didn't understand. He had expected the truth to drive him away, to reject him, to get rid of him for good. But no... instead, Eren loved him.

It didn't make sense. This wasn't what he'd planned. It wasn't what he'd imagined. Levi had always desperately hoped that the alpha would show him some tenderness, but he'd finally given up. He believed he didn't deserve anything, that Eren had never cared.

Levi had learned to live without expecting love, without hoping for tenderness. Eren's coldness had become his reality, a world where he existed only as a body, a silent companion.

So why now? Why after all they'd been through?

Levi didn't know. And he never had.

Levi wonders if everything that's happening to him now is punishment.

He doesn't regret everything. Armin, this child he's watched grow up, seen become more and more like Erwin... this sordid manipulation. No, he can't regret that. Because he has Armin. His son. But today, in retrospect, he just feels like everything is turning against him.

That everything is crushing him.

And after all this, he's about to leave Eren. After bringing him into this situation, after lying, after manipulating everything... He wants to part with him. Because the guilt has become unbearable.
In his moments of solitude, Levi wonders if death might not be a deliverance. Just to slip away. Disappear, at last. Leave everything behind - Eren, Armin, mistakes, betrayals - and sink into eternal silence.

Life was just a punishment. A series of punishments for daring to believe in a happiness he never deserved.

Maybe he'd already mourned without realizing it.

Levi straightens slightly, hand still resting on his chest, as if to contain what he guesses is a mixture of appeasement and pain. He still loves Eren, that's for sure. But that love has turned into something different. Like a distant tenderness, like the one you feel for an old photo, yellowed by time.

He realizes he no longer wants to fight for them. Not because he doesn't love him anymore, but because he knows they can't save themselves.

It's strange, this lack of rage or despair. Levi expected the idea to destroy him. But it doesn't. He just feels this bittersweet nostalgia, like a song you hear in the distance, recalling days you can't get back.

He even catches himself thinking that Eren might be happier with someone else. Someone who could read between his silences. Someone who would understand his demons without him needing to speak.

“Levi...” Eren's voice trembles, almost unrecognizable. “What's going to happen, when this baby is born?”

Levi feels his hands begin to shake violently. He can't answer. His gaze wanders to the ground, but he finds no answer, no refuge.

Eren is destroyed. His fault. Their fault.

No... No, he can't do this to him again. He can't leave. Not this way, so deviously, stabbing him in the back with Hange as his accomplice.

Levi can no longer hide behind his scheming, his lies, his calculated decisions. He must face the truth, even if it means losing everything, even if it means... Eren hitting him. If Eren kills him.

Levi's throat tightens, and a thought as sweet as it is terrifying crosses his mind. If Armin weren't here... he'd have done it.

Take his own life.

But he has Armin. This son he loves more than anything. The son he wanted, the son he forced on Eren.

Levi closes his eyes, and images invade his mind: Armin smiling as he stretches out his arms, his first steps, his crystalline laugh. He has never felt such pure, unconditional love.

But this love was born of a lie. A lie he forged, a lie he nurtured. A lie that bound Eren to him, that trapped the alpha in a life he never chose.

Levi clenches his fists. It's all his fault.

He lied to Eren. To have this child. To be with him. For Eren to live with him. To make Eren... love him.

And now he sees the result of his manipulations. Eren is there, in front of him, destroyed. Shattered.

“I'm sorry.” Levi's voice is almost inaudible, a whisper that breaks in the heavy air of their room.

Eren looks up, dark circles marking his tired face. He seems to be searching for an explanation, a meaning to all this. But Levi doesn't have one. Only a void, hollowed out by guilt, shame, and this love that seems so hopelessly misplaced.

“Levi... you still want us, don't you?” Eren's question sinks slowly, painfully into his heart.

Levi doesn't answer. He can't answer.

Because if he tells the truth, he knows Eren will crumble even more. But if he lies, he'll fall apart himself.

And there, between these two abysses, Levi realizes he has no room to breathe.

Levi inhales deeply, the words he's about to utter lacerating his throat. He knows every syllable will break something inside Eren, but he has no choice now.

“Eren... I want a divorce.”

A heavy silence falls immediately. No shock, no exclamation. Eren doesn't move. His face remains frozen, but Levi can see his breath shorten, his jaw clench.

He knew. Eren knew it.

“You want a divorce.” Not a question. Just a bitter repetition, as if the words themselves were too bitter to swallow.

Levi looks down. He can't sustain that green gaze, glowing with a pain he's helped to deepen over the years.

“Yes...” He murmurs, almost inaudible. “It... it's not that I don't love you anymore, Eren. I just can't...” His throat seems knotted, his words forcibly ripped out. “Armin... this baby... they deserve better than this.”

Eren takes a step back, resting a hand against the wall to steady himself. He closes his eyes, trying to keep calm, but his body trembles slightly, betraying his desperation.

“You still love me.” He says abruptly, opening his eyes. This time, his gaze pierces Levi. “You just said it. Then why?”

Levi remains silent, his hands clenched in his lap.

“Why, Levi?” Eren repeats, his voice rising in intensity. “How can you say you love me and want to leave?”

Levi looks up, short of breath. The words get stuck in his throat, but he finally tears them out.

“Because we're destroying ourselves, Eren. We've been destroying ourselves since... since...”

He doesn't need to finish his sentence. Their daughter. The one they lost.

Eren looks away abruptly, his fingers tightening against the wall. Levi sees him stiffen, fighting that wave of pain they know too well.

“And you think divorcing is better?” Eren finally blurts out, his voice trembling with anger and despair. “You think leaving me is going to fix us? You think this will... bring back what we've lost?”

“No...” Levi murmurs, tears in his eyes. “But staying together, like this, is no life. Not for Armin. Not for you. Not for me.”

Eren bursts into a mirthless, bitter laugh.

“You expect me to believe that you're doing this for me? That you're leaving me because you love me?”

“Eren, look at us! We're just surviving. We hate each other, we resent each other and-”

“Don't say that!” Eren screams, pounding his fist against the wall. His voice echoes around the room, broken. “I don't hate you! It's only you who fucking hates me!”

Levi instinctively recoils against the headboard, but remains upright.

“Eren... I...you're doing everything to pick up the pieces, I can see that, but it's not working! And I...I'm tired of you suffering because of me.”

“I'm not suffering because of you.” Eren's shoulders slump, his eyes glistening with tears. “I'm suffering because I love you, Levi. Because I'm trying to keep you, and you're doing everything to escape me!”

The silence falls again, heavy, unbearable. Levi wants to answer, but the words stick. He sees Eren, so big, so strong, disintegrating before his eyes.

“You say you love me, but you abandon me. How can that be love?” Eren runs a hand over his face, as if to wipe away his tears, but they don't stop flowing.

Levi looks down, unable to answer.

“We've lost our daughter, Levi. But we still have Armin. We have this baby, who's still alive and coming. We still had us. And you, you want to destroy everything.”

“I'm sorry...” Levi closes his eyes, unable to contain his own tears.

“No.” Eren answers, almost in a breath. “You're not sorry.”

The silence that follows Levi's confession is more unbearable than any argument. But it lasts only an instant. A short moment when everything seems suspended.

Then Eren explodes.

“YOU!” He screams, his voice shattering the air like a thunderclap. He points a trembling finger at Levi, his face contorted with anger and pain. “It was YOU who got me into this! YOU!”

Levi recoils slightly against the pillow under the impact of these words, but he can't find the strength to retort.

“I never wanted this life!” Eren continues, his voice still rising, a mixture of rage and raw desperation. “I never wanted to be a father! I never wanted... any of this!”

He starts walking nervously around the room, his gestures jerky and disjointed, as if trying to contain an energy that's consuming him from the inside out. His fists clench, and his eyes glisten with tears he refuses to let fall.

“Remember, Levi?! Remember when it all started?! I told you I didn't want this family life! I fucking told you! But you...” He stops abruptly, his blazing gaze planted in Levi's. “You didn't give a damn. All you wanted was to keep me. You'd do anything for that, right?!”

Levi remains silent, his hands trembling slightly. He wants to speak, but every word he thinks chokes in his throat.

“And Armin?” Eren spits, advancing toward him. “You lied to me, Levi! You manipulated me! You put that kid in my arms, and what did I do?! I fucking loved him!” His voice breaks, hinting at infinite pain behind his anger. “I loved him like he was my own. I raised him, I worked my ass off to make sure he got everything he deserved. And fuck, I loved you too! So much! And you, what are you doing now?! You want to leave?!” He laughs, a joyless, almost hysterical laugh. “You want a divorce? Leave me alone with all this?!”

Levi finally dares to speak, his voice trembling.

“Eren, I don't...”

“NO!” Eren screams, cutting Levi off. “Don't start with your excuses, Levi. Not after everything you've done to me!” He starts gesticulating, his hands clenching and unclenching as if he wants to hit something, or maybe someone. “You think this is easy for me?! You think I haven't suffered?! That I haven't given everything to make this work?! But no, it's never enough for you, is it?! You always have some damn excuse to ruin everything!”

Levi looks down, but Eren continues, his voice full of tears he can no longer contain.

“We lost a baby, Levi. Do you think I don't think about him every day?! Do you think I don't wake up in the middle of the night wondering if I could have done something to save him?! And you, what are you doing?! You want to give up. One more time. Like always.”

Levi raises his eyes slowly, but Eren doesn't give him time to respond.

“You've destroyed me, Levi. You took away my freedom, you took away my life, and now you want to take away my family?! You got what you wanted. You got me. So why is it never enough?!”

His voice breaks completely on those last words, and he almost collapses, leaning his hands against his knees to catch his breath.

Silence falls again, heavy and charged. Eren shakes all over his body, his fists still clenched, his tears now flowing freely down his face.

“You say you love me...” Eren finally whispers, his voice weak, almost inaudible. “But if you really love me, why are you doing this to me?”

Levi freezes, unable to answer. Because there's nothing to answer. Nothing he could say to calm this storm of his own making.

Eren finally collapses, burying his face in his trembling hands. His shoulders heave with sobs he no longer tries to contain.

“You don't care...” Eren murmurs, his voice muffled by his hands. “You don't care if I remake my life. What you want is to remake yours. Find someone else.”

“No, Eren, it's not that... It's not that at all.”

Eren raises his head, his face ravaged by tears and anger.

“Stop lying, Levi! You want to leave because you think you'll be happier without me! Because I'm a fucking failure, is that it?!”

“That's not what I think...” He struggles to his feet and moves slowly toward Eren, as if approaching a wounded animal. “Eren, look at me. It's not that.”

But Eren shakes his head, running a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture.

“Then what is it, Levi?! Huh? Explain it to me! Explain to me why you want to fuck everything up when... when I'm still fighting. I'm fighting for us. You think I don't see what I'm losing you? You think this isn't killing me?”

Levi opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He feels as if strangled by guilt, by the truth he doesn't know how to articulate without causing more pain.

Eren laughs bitterly, a gleam of despair in his eyes.

“You know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe you should leave. Find someone who can give you what you want. Someone better than me. Because clearly, I'm not good enough for you.”

“Stop it.” Levi said in a hoarse voice, tears threatening to fall. “Eren, please, stop.”

“Why?” Eren asks, almost in a breath. “Why should I stop? You're the one who wants to leave everything, not me. Me, I gave you everything, Levi. I gave you my life, my heart, my fucking soul. And you, you just want to... leave.” Eren straightens his head, short of breath, as if struggling to find enough air to keep talking. His gaze pierces Levi, hard, almost cruel. “All your... your fucking devotion.” He begins, his voice vibrating with contained rage. “Your desperate gestures. All the insults you've accepted. All the humiliations you've taken, it's not because you're this angelic, victimized omega you pretend to be.”

Levi remains frozen, his lips slightly parted, but he says nothing.

“No..” Eren continues, his voice rising in intensity, each word a poisoned arrow. “You knew what you'd done. Didn't you? You knew. Everything you did for me, everything you put up with, was just because you were mad at yourself. Because you had so much fucking guilt on your shoulders that you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror!”

Levi swallowed hard, feeling his legs go weak.

“Admit it!” Eren hisses, his eyes burning with a pain he doesn't know how else to express. “All this... it wasn't love. It was just to ease your conscience. To forgive yourself.”

“No...” Levi murmurs, but his voice is weak, drowned out by the intensity of Eren's accusations.

Eren runs a trembling hand over his face, his breath catching. Then, as if anger had suddenly left him, his shoulders slump. He looks drained, exhausted, helpless. His eyes, full of tears, search desperately for Levi's.

“I don't want to see you with anyone else!” His voice is broken. “Can you hear me, Levi? I... I don't want to. Just the thought of it destroys me.”

Levi looks at him, his own tears threatening to overflow. But he doesn't move, unable to know what to do or say in the face of this man he's loved with all his might and broken just as much.

Eren runs a hand through his hair, his fingers tugging violently at his locks as if to relieve the pain squeezing his chest.

“Fuck, Levi... Why does everything have to be so fucked up? Why have we come to this?”

The silence that follows is stifling. Levi wants to speak, but the words get stuck in his throat.

“Eren...” He finally whispers, but it's only a breath.

Eren looks up, and what Levi sees there tears him a little more: a mixture of rage, sadness and that vulnerability Eren hides so well from others.

“Tell me you still love me!” Eren asks, almost in a sob. “Say it, Levi. Because if you leave... If you leave, I... I don't know how I'll do it.”

Levi opens his mouth to speak, but Eren suddenly explodes, his voice tearing through the silence.

“You want to leave, Levi? Go. But don't pretend you're doing this for me... Because, me, without you, I'm already finished.” Then suddenly, he seems to have a revelation. “You want to get rid of me, don't you?”

Eren's strong, unmoving hands grip his shoulders, shaking him roughly, as if to remind him of a reality he hasn't yet fully realized.

“Eh Levi?! What do you want? You want proof of love?!” Eren speaks in a brittle, ruthless voice, his dark eyes reflecting an anger he can no longer control. Levi feels his heart tear under this cold, accusatory tone. He groans under the pain, tears welling up in his eyes, heavy with fear and panic.

“Eren, you're hurting me!” His voice trembles, between pleas and muffled cries, but Eren won't listen. He squeezes even harder, forcing him to move, forcing him forward.

Every step in the corridor is torture, every movement an ordeal. Levi feels every fiber of his body protesting, every muscle revolting against this brutal grip. He wants to struggle, to scream, to beg to be let go, but something shackles him, a paralyzing fear that crushes his insides.

Eren pushes him roughly into the kitchen and pulls out a chair, his gaze icy, his tone domineering.

“Sit down!” It's not a request, it's an order.

Levi trembles under the stare, his legs no longer able to carry him. He collapses into the chair, breathless, legs flailing, unable to stand.

The silence is heavy. The room seems to be closing in on him, the world shrinking at this moment, this instant of icy terror. Eren moves towards the kitchen drawer with icy precision, as if he's already made up his mind, as if there's no way out.

Levi holds his breath, his stomach twisting in anguish. He knows this drawer, he knows what's in it.

When Eren pulls out the knife, Levi feels his heart sink beneath him. There's nothing but silence, indescribable horror.

No. No, no, no.

“Eren... Eren, please stop.” His voice trembles, almost pleading. His hands search for something to do, but find nothing. “Stop it...”

But Eren doesn't listen to him anymore. He holds the knife firmly, the blade raised like a threat, pressed lightly against his own throat, his dark eyes fixed on Levi, filled with hatred, anger, and pain.

“You don't want me anymore, do you?!” Eren bellows, furious, his words like arrows piercing the skin. He speaks with a dry, bitter laugh, as if it's already been decided, as if there's no turning back now.

The knife is there, menacing, cold and shining under the light. Levi sees it, stares at it, feels the palpable danger emanating from it.

But his legs are too weak to flee, his arms too heavy to push back, and his voice remains stuck in his throat.

“Eren... No, no, don't...”

He tries to stand up, but Eren stops him with a curt, almost contemptuous gesture.

“You wanted to play with my life, Levi?” Eren spits his words at him, a bitter smile at the edge of his lips. “Then look at me. Look where it's getting me!”

Levi feels his world crumble around him. He sees the blade, the cold, shiny metal. And he sees Eren's hand holding it firmly, resolute.

Levi doesn't know what to do. He wants to scream, beg, cling to Eren, tell him not to sink, not to give in to this madness. But he's stunned. Stunned.
He can't move. He can't speak.

Tears overflow, roll down his cheeks, tears of pain, tears of despair.

“No... Eren...Don't...”

But Eren hears nothing. His eyes, though filled with hatred, a hatred he's let grow and explode under the weight of misfortune, repress nothing. He wants to hurt Levi, to show him his despair, his pain.

And Levi, his heart in tatters, can only look at him.

He can only look at where his actions have led him, where he has led Eren to this desperate gesture.

Levi tries to breathe, to hold on to something, to appeal to whatever human instinct Eren might still have.

“Think of Armin! And... And our baby!”

Armin, the poor little thing, must be terrified, huddled in his room, under screams and angry outbursts.

Eren screams, furious, black eyes burning with hatred and pain.

“IT'S YOU I FUCKING WANT!” His cry is heartbreaking, full of distress, but above all, bitter anger that doesn't let up. He shouts so loudly that Levi trembles. “You ruined my life! From the very beginning! I should have hated you! WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH?!”

The words explode like lightning, hitting Levi full force. He bows his head, unable to hold Eren's gaze, tears beading down his cheeks. The weight of the accusations grips him, each syllable driving the knife a little deeper into his already broken heart.

Eren has nothing but rage and pain to offer, his voice trembling with fury and grief. He throws his hands into Levi's hair, shaking him violently, his fingers grasping as if to extricate the pain.

“Look at me! Look at me!” He shouts, breathless, eyes moist.

And Levi, unable to move, is overcome by horror, Eren's words echoing over and over in his head.

His small form, fragile and weakened by pregnancy, is crushed under the burden of accumulated pain. He's trapped, unable to flee, unable to scream loud enough to escape the grip of this man who loved him.

He's tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of everything he feels, of the guilt that consumes him more and more every day. He feels the injustice in Eren's every word and look, in his violent gestures and the reproaches he shouts.

And all this, everything he's been through, everything that's eating away at him... Levi can't take it anymore. He feels his strength ebbing away, vanishing under this crushing pressure. His heart beats violently against his chest, a painful beat, a silent scream in his chest.

Suddenly, with a last breath, he struggles to his feet, his trembling hands searching for the last glimmer of hope. His lips whisper words, barely audible, but loaded with all his despair.

“Kill me... Do it...”

Eren, at this moment, seems frozen, his eyes filled with anger and hatred, but also... confusion. Suddenly, he drops the knife, as if suddenly aware of the gravity of his gesture. The metal falls heavily to the ground, echoing in a heavy silence, and the air seems to thicken around them.

Eren sinks to his knees, his shoulders shaking, his breath ragged. He looks up at Levi, his eyes full of pain and infinite sadness. A howl emerges from his throat, a wrenching cry, a cry Levi had never heard from him, a cry of despair and disillusion.

“Why... why do you want this... why do you want me to kill you?” Eren murmured, his voice trembling, drenched in tears. His clenched fists shake, he tries to keep his voice firm, but he's broken. His anger, his hatred, all that accumulated pain pours out in this cry. “Why do you want to force this on me?”

Levi remains silent, looking frozen, his bright red eyes staring at the ground, unable to respond with anything but silence. Tears roll down his cheeks, his body shaken by uncontrollable tremors. He's tired of fighting, tired of defending himself, tired of the love that strangled them both.

So he whispers again, in a low voice, a desperate plea:

“Do it... Do it... Kill me...”

And Eren, unable to contain his emotions any longer, bursts into tears. He places his trembling hands over his eyes, as if trying to chase away the images, the memories. A hiccup, a muffled cry, escapes from his mouth, a deep cry of pain, of despair. His chest heaves violently, he gasps, his whole body trembles under the weight of this devastating sadness.

Levi stands there motionless, his heart bleeding under Eren's words, his body weakened, his spirit shattered. Eren's cries echo through the room, pure and sad, deep and heartfelt. But Levi can no longer hear the words, can no longer understand.

He no longer wants this world, he no longer wants this toxic love, these memories that haunt him. He has suffered so much, carried this pain so silently, that he can no longer stand.

He bows his head, his gaze fixed on absurd reality. His lips tremble, one last time, as he whispers, barely audible:

“Don't worry...” Then he closes his eyes, his breath slowly dying away. “Kill me...”

Levi stands there, hands trembling, his gaze fixed on the knife, glinting under the light. Every rib of the metal, every curve of the blade, seems to reflect his own distress, as if he's scanning it for meaning, for escape. Slowly, he takes the knife between his fingers, holding it firmly, as if it had suddenly become a part of him.

He stares at the tip, admiring every imperfection, every glint, like a mirror, a reflection of what he has become. He turns it over in his hands, almost hypnotized by the gesture, by the absurdity of this sharp thing that could, with a single gesture, free him from this life of pain, fear and chaos.

His lips tremble slightly, and, in an almost inaudible voice, he murmurs to himself, almost fascinated:

“This is it...”

Reality around him seems to blur, as if everything that existed, everything he knew, no longer mattered. He sees Armin, so small, so innocent, his little body asleep in his room, probably frightened by the screams. Levi thinks back to the innocence of this child, so fragile and dependent, and to his own inability to be there, to protect him.

He knows he's the one who must look after him, guarantee him a better life, offer him a future where he never has to suffer as Levi has.

So he turns his gaze to Eren, still sitting on the ground, his eyes swollen with tears, a mask of pain etched on his face. He's still there, frozen in sadness, unable to move, unable to get up. Levi gazes at him, at this broken figure, and feels a mixture of hatred and pity rise up inside him. He hates him for what he has become, for what he made him become. But he knows that somewhere down the line, it will still be up to Eren to look after Armin, to protect this little being who knows nothing of the misfortune lurking around them.

So, almost mechanically, almost by reflex, Levi reaches for the knife, slides it under his fingers, and slowly holds it out to Eren. He looks at it, the blade gleaming in the light, and in his mind, everything falls silent. As if this gesture, this blade, were the only choice left to him, the only way to free himself from everything he feels, everything he endures.

But deep inside him, one last piercing thought imposes itself, sharp and clear:

“You must look after Armin...” He whispers to Eren, the words barely audible, trembling, full of the despair that consumes him. “I... I can't go on...” His voice breaks, like a last sigh, a final cry. “You'll have to take care of him... Take care of Armin...”

And, gently, he raises the blade, his gaze plunged into Eren's, almost imploring despite himself, as if he wanted Eren to understand this last will.

Eren takes the knife, squeezes it gently between his hands, then approaches Levi's throat slowly.

Levi closes his eyes, his breath trembling. The tears rise, hot, and run down his cheeks, without even a sob, silent, as if already ready to give up everything. He knows this moment will end.

He knows he'll never see Armin again, his smile, his light breath, his warmth. This child who has been both the light of his life and a prison for Eren. Levi is going to die. He knows it's finally the end.

He should have died sooner. Younger, before he ruined Armin's life, before he let it all fester.

And suddenly, a voice whispers in his ear, soft, low, charged with an emotion he's never heard before.

“Levi...”

Eren. His voice...

But why? Why now, in this moment when he already feels the chill of death reaching him?

“You've been a good husband... A good father...”

The words echo in his mind, incoherent with what he's experiencing, unreal. Levi opens his eyes slightly, trying to understand. These words... It's not the cry of anger, it's not the rage he was expecting.

It's something else. But why now?

“I love you so much... You're beautiful, even when you sleep... Perfect, you're just perfect. Soon, you'll have the life you've always deserved...””

Levi frowns, his throat tight. This isn't what he expected to hear.

He just doesn't get it. Why? Why these senseless words, in this moment? He's lost in confusion, unable to think, too overwhelmed by everything he's feeling. His heart beats faster, but he's unable to respond or react.

But as he closes his eyes, preparing for his final departure, Eren lowers his hand.

“I know why you did all this. I've blamed you so much. And yet, you're the one who gave me a reason to live...” He whispers, softly, like a breath. “Levi, never forget me. I beg you...”

And suddenly, without thinking, Levi feels the pain crashing down on him. He smells blood, but it's not his own. It's... Eren's. This isn't his end. It's Eren who collapses, his eyes filled with sadness.

Levi sees him, Eren, dying before his eyes. His throat open, blood flows slowly, spreading a scarlet tide over the ground. He's already pale, almost translucent. Levi stands still for a moment, breathless at the scene before him.

Then the tears begin to flow. He cries his eyes out, his heart torn, trembling with pain. Eren has killed himself. Right before his eyes.

Levi screams, his cry ripping through the air, shattered by terror and horror.

He rushes forward, shaking Eren, screaming his name, his mind engulfed in despair. His hands tremble as he grabs Eren, lifting him with a strength he never thought he possessed.

“No! Fucking no! Eren, I don't want to lose you! Come back! COME BACK!”

He screams his distress, the words mingling with his tears. He clutches Eren to him, begging, pleading.

He screams at him, without stopping:

“I don't want a divorce anymore! I want to stay with you, all my life!” It's then, when he sees Eren, half-dead, that everything suddenly comes back to him.

All those feelings, everything he'd felt, everything he'd buried. His pain, his love... everything that had never left him. And as Eren struggles against death, Levi leans in, trembling, and whispers in a broken voice:

“I love you... I love you so much!”

His voice is just a broken whisper, strangled by anguish. Tears roll down his cheeks, uncontrollable, burning, as he shakes Eren gently, as if he could still bring him back to himself.

“Eren... stay with me, I beg you. Please don't go. I can't... I can't live without you.”

He presses his forehead against Eren's, the blood of the man he loves staining his hands, his shirt, his skin. But he doesn't care. Nothing else matters but this life slipping away from him, this love he refuses to lose.

“I want to experience everything with you, Eren. Everything, do you hear me? The joy, the pain, the arguments, the laughter... just like we promised each other. Like in our wedding vows! I want to raise our baby with you. I want to watch him grow, see Armin run in the garden, hear him laugh... I want to be by your side, in every moment... even the worst! Eren, stay with me. I beg you.”

Eren opens his eyes slightly, vacillating between consciousness and the abyss. His lips move imperceptibly, and Levi approaches, straining his ear, desperate to hear his voice one last time.

“Levi... I... I'm afraid...of...”

It's here, in this final moment, that their souls cross, merge, and finally recognize each other.

But his voice fades. His gaze fades, and his body relaxes in Levi's arms.

An icy silence fills the room.

Levi freezes, unable to believe what he sees. Then a wave of brutal pain crashes over him, tearing him apart from the inside.

“EREN!”

His cry splits the air, echoes against the walls, filled with inhuman suffering. Levi trembles, shakes Eren's inert body as if to wake him up, as if to bring back the life he's just lost.

“Come back! Come back, Eren, I beg you! Don't leave me alone, not you! You can't do this to me!”

Tears stream endlessly down his face, mingled with the blood staining his skin. He screams, hoarse, desperate, broken cries. His hands grip Eren, squeezing him so tightly he might believe he can bring him back to life by his will alone.

“I love you! Can you hear me? I love you! You have no right to leave me! I want to experience everything with you, everything! Even the pain, even the misery, I don't care, as long as you're there!”

But Eren doesn't move.

Levi collapses, his face buried in Eren's bloodied neck, his body shaken by uncontrollable sobs. The room is filled with his despair, his screams that never seem to stop.

“Aaaah... Ahh! Eren!”

He screams, again and again, as if his voice could reach Eren where he's gone. But all he hears is the crushing silence that answers his call.

Levi loses his breath, panting, each forced inhalation turning into a tremor. He struggles to breathe, his lungs contracting painfully as he gasps for air. His hands tremble, clutching the sheets, reality spreading out before him in a jerky, confused fashion.

He tries to calm himself, his heart beating wildly, but the lingering images of what he's just seen assail him.

Everything goes black.

...

...

…

Levi jolts awake, his body tense, his breath uneven. The dim light of the bedside lamp softly illuminates the room, casting gentle shadows on the walls. His gaze quickly sweeps around, searching for something to ground him, before dropping to his knees.

His book, still open, rests on his lap. His plate, half-eaten earlier, now sits cold, the fork slowly sliding off the edge. Levi freezes for a moment, disoriented, as the painful transition between nightmare and reality settles in.

It’s then that he notices his hand resting against his mating mark. An instinctive gesture he hadn’t made in a long time. That mark—once something he had dreamed of, idealized as an unshakable symbol of love. But now, this mark he had once cherished feels burdened by the weight of regret and remorse.

He stares at his hand, motionless against his marked skin. Why had his first reflex, after waking so abruptly, been to touch it, as though needing reassurance that it was still there? That it hadn’t vanished, even though it now carried a meaning so far from what he had once hoped?

When had he even fallen asleep?

Surely when that painful, insidious question crossed Eren's mind:

« You don't love me anymore, do you? I'm sure of it now. »

« I need time... »

These words still echo, throbbing in his mind.

Levi remembers his own state, the overwhelming weight on his shoulders, the endless weariness that overcame him. It was as if he'd hit rock bottom, the deepest pit of his heart.

Then he sensed something strange.

On his lap, almost camouflaged beneath the book, a white envelope, almost too clear in the darkness. Levi frowns in surprise, his gaze fixed on it as if it had just appeared out of nowhere. He doesn't understand. Slowly, his trembling fingers slide towards the unknown object.

A shiver runs through him as he grabs it, his trembling hands caressing the surface. He tore open the envelope slowly, opening it with trembling hesitation. The contents are finally revealed, a simple piece of paper folded in half.

It's... Eren's handwriting.

« Levi,

I don't know where to begin. Perhaps with the one thing I absolutely must say to you: I'm sorry.

Forgiveness for what I've done, forgiveness for what I'm going to do, forgiveness for the years I've taken from you, for the life I've stolen from you. Forgiveness for my anger, for my absences, for my injustices. I'm sorry I didn't love you the way you deserved.

I'm crying, Levi. All the tears in my body are flowing as I write these words. And if this letter is spotty, dirty, please forgive me. I write on the verge of despair, but I can't not leave you without these words.

I think back to our first meeting. Do you remember? You were wearing that white shirt, and I... I was just a lost guy, but you looked at me like I was someone. Yet I was cold, distant. I didn't know how to answer you other than with cold looks and short words, as if talking to you required too much effort. And yet, you never stopped believing in me.

That day, you saw beyond all that. You saw someone more than I let on. And that's why I love you. It was there, Levi, that I found my reason for living. First in anger, in revenge, in the need to dominate you, to subject you to my pain. Then, slowly, gently, in this unconditional love that caught up with me, that overwhelmed me.

Despite everything you've done, I'll never forget you. Even if, at first, all I wanted was for you to pay, to submit to my authority, to my pain. You had the courage to defy me, to force me to look you straight in the eye. You made us a family when I was too twisted to understand. And today, despite what you've done, I'll always love you.

It was in this paradox that I lost myself.

And yet, despite all that, it was you who saved me.

But my life before you... Levi, it was a desert. You know, I was never wanted. My parents tolerated me, that's all. I was a burden. My father ignored or criticized me, my mother looked at me as if I reminded him of a bad choice. I think they loved me in their own way, but I never felt it. I was alone. Rejected. Every mistake, every wrong word, was like further proof that I didn't belong in their lives.

And then you came along. You loved me like no one ever had. But Levi, I didn't know what to do with that love. I didn't know how to live up to it. So I did what I knew how to do: I destroyed.

I made you suffer because I was angry at the world, at myself. I used you as an outlet, Levi, and that's unforgivable. You were my light, and I treated you like my shadow. Every cry, every reproach, every cold look... it was my twisted way of crying out for help. But you didn't deserve that.

I love you, Levi. I love you more than anything. More than our kids, even though I know it doesn't make sense to say that. But it does. You're the only person who's ever mattered, and maybe that's why I've been so unfair. Because I loved you too much. Because I was afraid of losing you.

I leave you everything, Levi. My house, my possessions, everything I have. I want you to be able to give our children a good life. Let them grow up without lacking anything, let them have what I never had.

But I beg you, never tell them the truth. Don't tell them their father was a coward. Let them believe I was better than that.

And yet, this gesture, Levi... I know it's the exact opposite of what I was.

Me, the man who wanted to control everything, own everything, even you. Me, the egotist who demanded everything from you, without ever giving anything in return. But this time, I'm giving you back your freedom.