Inspired by the song Speak Up by Pop Etc.

Has this been done before? Because if so, I'm really sorry guys, but this was my stab at being original :S

I also know I also have my Free! fanfic to update but this plotbunny wouldn't leave me alone! ^^;;
Also, there'll be an OC. Please don't hate her too much. Either way, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin or any of its characters.


"Shit!" Eren swore aloud as he felt the pressure rapidly disappear from his gas tanks. At this rate, he was going to have to ditch his 3D manoeuvre gear and leg it. Outrun a titan on foot- he might as well lie down and give up all ready. With one more pitiful splutter, the last of his fuel vanished into the air. "Shit!" He cried again as he fell from the rooftop and flew towards the ground. Eren landed like a tonne of bricks, his arm was twisting upon impact at an angle arms weren't supposed to. He grit his teeth to suppress a scream. That was the funny thing about pain. He'd felt so much and yet he was still not accustomed to it. Desperately, Eren tried to stand, but his legs felt boneless. The only other option was to transform-

"Eren!"

Eren felt a lean but strong arm wrap defensively around his waist. Instantly, he was in the air. Levi had flown in and transported them into a nearby alley. They were safe. For now.

"L-levi Heichou! Um, thank you for-"
"Eren… your arm…"
"Huh? Oh... yeah, that. It's nothing."
"That is
not nothing. It looks like it's about to fall off!"
"But then it will just grow back. Really, it's no big deal…"

Eren trailed off as he glanced up tentatively, despite the pain. Levi's eyebrows were knit together in concern, and his eyes were momentarily void of their usual hardness, making him appear softer, more vulnerable…

Six months ago, Eren would never have seen this side of Levi. But a lot of things had changed in those six months. Their relationship being one.

Eren watched as Levi whipped his head from side to side, doing a quick inspection of the vicinity. Then slowly, more calmly, the Corporal knelt down on one knee, reaching out until the backs of his fingers grazed Eren's cheek affectionately.

"Eren…"

"L-levi!"

Eren awoke with a gasp. He was covered in sweat, feeling both breathless and light-headed. Panting, he looked frantically around the room, searching for reassurance and familiarity. When he was convinced he was back in the real world, he glanced over at his alarm clock, noting the time as nearing 3 am. Then, as if he had just remembered, Eren wildly gripped his right arm, releasing a sigh of relief when he realised it was still attached to its socket.

"Geeze…" He breathed as he raked a hand through his hair, pushing the damp bangs out of his eyes.

He'd had another one… another one of those strange dreams.

How long ago was it when they'd first started? A few months? Maybe a year. It was hard to tell when they came and went so erratically. Never this frequent though. It was the first time the nightmares were hitting him daily. Or nightly. Whatever. Either way, Eren considered it lucky if he could steal back even a few hours of peaceful sleep.

Minutes passed before Eren let out a loud, frustrated sigh, flopping back down onto his pillow. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments, and then out of pure impulse, ghosted two fingers over his lips.

"Levi…" He moaned softly, his eyes drifting shut.

Abruptly, they shot back open and Eren rolled over roughly, burying his face into his pillow.

Groaning in frustration, he muttered a quick "fuck this!" before scrunching his lids back together again.


Eren woke up the next morning feeling like a sack of potatoes- heavy and uncomfortable. He'd ended up flickering in and out of consciousness and not getting any proper rest. Upon arriving downstairs, his mother, who'd looked fully prepared to scold him for being late, just gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Nightmares again, Carla..." Eren heard his father mutter. His mother nodded sadly in response.

And if biking all the way to school hadn't been painful enough, Eren was already late for homeroom, and he'd have to face the wrath of his teacher on top of everything.

Luckily, despite the bell having rung over ten minutes ago, there was still no sign of his homeroom teacher. Not that anyone cared. No teacher meant they could do whatever they wanted until someone from a neighbouring classroom filed a noise complaint. So there is a god, Eren thought, taking this as an opportunity to catch up on some much needed sleep. He was once again on the brink of losing consciousness when a loud thud snapped him back to reality. Refusing to lift his head, Eren stubbornly kept his face buried within the crevice of his arms. It was only a few seconds until he'd realised how eerily silent the room had become. Glancing up, Eren's vision finally focused on the subject of everyone's attention. His posture immediately straightened, and as cliché as it was, he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"No way." He breathed.

Standing at the front of the classroom with a manila folder and a glare that could kill…

Was the Corporal from his dreams.