Disclaimer: I don't own 進撃の巨人

Author's Note: I've been a bit sick for the past day and a half, just sort of rolling around in bed and being fussed over. Actually it's been kind of wonderful, especially since I've had my laptop with me the whole time. Of course, my SnK-obsessed mind connected this to 'hm, I wonder what would have happened if Eren was sick when they were kids...' and then this happened.

This story is a oneshot (or two separate oneshots) - the first takes place before the fall of Wall Maria, probably a month or two after Eren saves Mikasa. The second one takes fifteen years after, much in the future, presumably after all the Titans are dead and everyone is living happily ever after (...yeah, like that will happen). It's really just a pointless little thing I felt like writing, don't expect any major character development or plot as such.

I decided to expand this into a fluff collection because I may get the urge to write more random ErenMika fluff at some point later, and I felt this would be more convenient than publishing multiple unrelated ficlets as different individual stories. Unlike Shingeki no Smut, this is not going to be M-rated stuff, though like that story, I am open to taking requests.


Sick


"Eren. Eat your food."

"No."

"Eren, you have to eat if you want to get better."

"No. I'm not hungry."

"Eren! It's for your own good!"

"No!"

The little boy scrunched his face, his green eyes screwing shut as he shook his head vigorously.

"Eren!" his mother yelled, finally losing her patience. "Listen to me for once, will you!"

"No! I won't! Where's Mikasa?" Eren asked crossly. "She should be taking care of me right now. Where did she go?"

Carla sighed, placing the bowl of freshly cut apples on his bedside table. "I sent her to collect wood. She'll be back soon-"

As if on cue, there was a sound of the front door closing.

"I'm home," Mikasa's voice rang out from below.

"Mikasa!" Eren yelled.

"Quiet," his mother scolded him. "I'll go and get her."

Carla left her son's room, and headed downstairs, where Mikasa was unloading the wood she had collected.

"Welcome back," Carla said quietly.

"Is Eren feeling any better?" Mikasa asked immediately.

"He would if he listened to me. But he refuses to eat anything, or even drink medicine."

Mikasa sighed, shaking her head. "Typical Eren."

"He's asking for you," Carla said. "Look after him, please. I have some urgent errands to run. And make sure he eats."

"I will." Mikasa nodded.


When Mikasa entered the room, Eren was sitting upright in bed, staring at her out of bright green eyes.

"I'm sick," he announced.

"I know, your mother told me," Mikasa said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I thought you were making it up in the morning, just so that you could get out of doing chores."

"No, I wasn't. I was sick then and I'm sicker now. It's all your fault."

"My fault?" Mikasa was taken aback. "You're the one who's not eating or having medicine!"

"Well you were supposed to be taking care of me." Eren crossed his arms, pouting slightly.

"I'm sorry. I was busy doing all your chores," Mikasa pointed out, holding the bowl of fruit out to Eren. "Eat."

"Nope. Not hungry."

Mikasa sighed, picking up the fork, stabbing an apple slice, and bringing it to Eren's mouth.

"What are you doing?!" he jerked his head backed, hitting it against the wall in the process. "Ouch!"

Eren's eyes stung with tears, his bottom lip jutting out. "Mikasa! That hurt!"

"Why are you telling me?" she sighed again, before bringing her hand to the back of his head, rubbing it gently. "Better?"

"A little bit," Eren said sulkily.

She held the fork to his lips.

"No," Eren shook his head furiously. "I'm not hungr-mmf!"

Mikasa shoved the apple piece into his mouth, and he glared at her from under his brown bangs as he ate it.

"You don't have to feed me!" he raged at her once he had swallowed it. "I'm not your baby!"

"Will you eat it yourself then?"

"No!" was the obstinate answer.

Mikasa brought another piece to his mouth, and he glared at her, but opened his mouth slightly, allowing her to feed him.

"You're so annoying when you treat me like a kid, you know," he told her after five minutes of her feeding him.

A tiny smile stretched across Mikasa's lips, and she didn't respond. Eren noticed, however.

"What are you smiling about?" he demanded.

"Nothing."

"Are you laughing at me?" he pouted, puffing his cheeks. "Because I'm sick? I bet you are. That's mean!"

"I'm not, Eren," she told him soothingly, patting his shoulder. "Here, there's just one piece left. You'll eat it, won't you?"

Eren glared at her again, but acquiesced, swallowing the last piece.

"Good," Mikasa said approvingly. "Now drink your medicine."

"Never! Medicine is for weaklings," Eren declared, leaning back into his pillows. "Me, I don't need to drink that crap."

"Whenever soldiers falls sick they aren't allowed to return to the front lines until they drink their medicine."

"You liar! You really think I'll fall for that kind of thing?!"

"It's true."

"And how the heck would you know?"

"...Hannes-san told me."

"Bullshit."

"Eren," Mikasa said, with an edge of warning in her tone. "Just drink it. If you don't, I'll tell your mother, and she won't let you leave the house."

Eren scowled at her, but snatched the little cup out of her hands, making a disgusted face as he swallowed the liquid.

"It tastes gross," he sputtered, "and you're a traitor! Always complaining about things. I'll stop telling you stuff."

"Hm."

Eren was silent after that, leaning back against his pillows and closing his eyes. Two minutes later, his eyes flew open again and he all but bounced out of his bed.

"Where are you going?" Mikasa asked sharply.

Eren beamed at her, stretching his arms as he headed towards the door.

"Well, you know, that medicine stuff tasted like shit, but I actually feel a lot better now," he said cheerfully. "Okay Mikasa, let's go get Armin and head to that spot by the rive-aahh! Hey!"

Mikasa shoved him back into bed, pushing him forcefully against the pillows as he struggled pointlessly against her.

"Bitch!" Eren glowered at her, as she tucked his blankets securely around him. "I don't know why the heck I wanted you taking care of me. You're worse than mom."

"You wanted me to take care of you? Really?" Mikasa asked, her cheeks heating up slightly.

"Not anymore," Eren sulked, before narrowing his eyes and peering at her. "Are you okay? Your cheeks look red."

"I - I'm fine," Mikasa batted his hand away as he made to touch her forehead.

"You better not fall sick. That would suck, because who would take care of you then? Since I'm sick too?"

"Hm..."

"Though, it might be fun, 'cause then you'd be stuck in here with me all day."

"Mhm."

"We could sneak out together though."

"Not happening, Eren."

"But why?!" Eren whined. "Mikasa, I'm bored. Hey, get one of those books Armin lent us, I wanna read it."

"You'll strain your eyes. Besides, you need to sleep."

"Seriously?" Eren huffed. "You're no fun! Why are you still here anyways? All you do is nag me, and never let me do anything I want!"

"I can go get Armin if you want," Mikasa said, her eyes slightly downcast.

"No, no, I was kidding," he muttered, tugging at her wrist. "Don't look all sad like that!"

"Your hand is really hot," Mikasa said suddenly, before pressing a palm against his forehead. "Eren! You're burning up! And you said you wanted to sneak out!"

"Heh heh," Eren snickered, before pushing her hand away. "I'm fine!"

"You have a fever."

"I don't!"

"Wait here," Mikasa said, suddenly standing up and heading towards the bathroom.

"Oi! Where you going?"

She came back in two minutes, carrying a napkin and a bucket of water.

"Lay back," she ordered him.

"What are you doing?"

Mikasa didn't answer, dipping the cloth into the bucket, before wringing the droplets out of it. She placed the cool, damp cloth against Eren's forehead.

"Ah! That's cold!" he scowled at her as she began wiping at his face. "What are you doing?! I told you not to baby me around!"

"I - my mother used to do this to me," Mikasa said softly. "When I was sick. It's supposed to help the fever go down."

"Oh." Eren's green eyes widened, before he relaxed back into his pillows. "Well, uh - it does feel kinda nice."

He didn't protest after that, lying still and letting her dab at his face as he watched her unblinkingly.

"What?" Mikasa asked after a moment.

"Nothing."

"Too bad your father isn't here. He would have known exactly what to do."

"No, it's okay." Eren gave her a small smile. "You're doing a good job. I'd prefer you anyways."

Mikasa ducked down to drop the cloth into the bucket so that he wouldn't see her blush.

"Shall I get Armin to give you company?"

"N-no. It's okay. He'll just eat my head. One person doing that is enough, don't ya think?"

Mikasa smiled, adjusting his covers.

"You should sleep," she told him.

"Nah, not tired," Eren hugged his knees to his chest, curling up under the blankets.

"Are you cold?"

"No."

"You're shivering."

"Just a little bit! No big deal - hey, Mikasa?! What are you doing?"

Mikasa had pulled the sheets up and was getting under the covers next to him.

"It'll be warmer," she said simply.

"But I'm sick! You shouldn't sleep in the same bed as a sick person! You'll catch my sickness," Eren protested.

"I'll be fine. I don't fall sick easily. Move over."

Eren rolled his eyes, but shifted a little bit, making more room for her.

"Fine then. But don't blame me in the morning if you start feeling like crap, Miss 'I-never-fall-sick'."

She sat next to him, their shoulders and legs brushing. Mikasa unwrapped half her scarf, and handed it to Eren, who wrapped it around his neck.

"Mm, you're really warm," Eren remarked after a moment, scooting closer to her.

Mikasa smiled to herself. Eren had always been the cuddly type, though if she told him this she guessed he would probably be too embarrassed to sleep on the same bed as her ever again.

"Tomorrow will you come with me to the river?" Eren asked.

"If you're feeling better."

"Of course I'll be better! You're the one who better not fall sick now!"

"Mm."

"We can go swimming too!" Eren said excitedly, turning to her, his green eyes sparkling. "It's warm enough to do that now!"

"You can't swim in there, the water is too dirty. Besides, you don't even know how to swim."

"Meh, how difficult could it be? You just flap around with your arms and legs a bit, that's all there is to it," Eren said confidently, though in reality he had no clue about the subject matter.

"No. You'll drown and then I'll have to save you."

"You'll save me? Like hell you will! You don't even know how to swim yourself!"

"You're the one who said it's not a big deal."

"Probably isn't. Those Recon Corps soldiers kill Titans. Now I bet that's a lot harder than swimming."

"Do you still want to join them?"

"Yep!"

They talked for a bit more, until Eren's eyes grew heavy, his words almost slurred.

"Sleepy?" Mikasa asked him. "It's probably the medicine taking effect."

"No. M'fine," Eren mumbled, leaning into her, his head falling on her shoulder.

Mikasa patted his head, and he curled his hand around her arm.

"I'll go now," Mikasa said softly. "So you can sleep properly."

Eren's hold on her arm tightened.

Mikasa turned slightly to look at him. His eyes were shut, though his cheeks were still flushed from the fever. She could hear his soft breathing, and see the rise and fall of his chest.

It gave her a warm feeling in her heart, watching him sleep. She always thought that Eren looked so calm, so innocent when he was asleep. A sharp contrast to the hyperactive little spitfire he turned into once awake.

Mikasa snuggled into his side, resting her head on his.

"G'night then, Eren."


(Fifteen years later)

"Here, drink this."

"No."

"It'll help you feel better. It's medicine. Hanji gave it to me."

"And you think it's a good idea making me drink something that crazy woman gives you?"

"...fair point. But you should eat something, at least."

"I already ate."

"One potato! That doesn't count."

"Try saying that in front of Sasha."

"Mikasa..." Eren sighed, raking a hand through his dark brown hair. "Why are you being so frustrating? I'm just looking out for you."

"Now you know how I always feel about you?" Mikasa said sniffily.

"What the heck? Why are you turning this on me?!"

"Where's Rivaille-heichou?" Mikasa asked, swiftly changing the topic. "I need to discuss something with that midget."

"What did he do now?" Eren asked, sitting on the side of her bed.

"He's put me off duty for six entire months. Stupid chibi. Just who does he think he is?!"

"I asked him to, Mikasa. You need to rest-"

"You asked him to?!" Mikasa's eyes flashed. "Eren, why would you do that?! Without even asking me first?!"

"You know perfectly well why, Mikasa," Eren groaned. "Armin felt it was for the best as well. Stop being so moody."

"Well that's your fault too," Mikasa snapped at him, uncharacteristically short-tempered.

"Maybe," Eren said, grinning a little.

"Stop looking so smug," Mikasa scolded him. "There's no need for you to be so proud of yourself."

"I think there is."

"..."

"It feels like our roles have been reversed, ya know," Eren said, giving her a small smile as he lifted her covers and slid into the bed next to her.

"Does it?" Mikasa asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Eren wrapped his arms around her and pulled back against him, one of his hands slipping under her shirt and skirting across her stomach.

"I - I felt something!" he exclaimed after a moment, as he caressed her belly. "I think - I think it kicked me!"

"It's your child," Mikasa murmured, her hand covering his. "A fighter. Can't stay still for long."

"A fighter, huh?" Eren kissed her hair. "I like the sound of that."


Author's Notes: Sooo, I was largely inspired by those official chibi anime special episode things. The one where Eren is whining about how Mikasa didn't come to wake him up in the morning, and even cries about it. It was kind of adorable. And even though the animators joke a lot with the specials, it's kind of canon in a way, right? So I can see Eren actually wanting Mikasa's attention when he doesn't get it, but then bitching when he does. Also, the first bit takes place when they're much younger and he's not all homicidal - or titanicidal. Whatever. And the second one, well, if Mikasa's acts a bit ooc... she's pregnant, so she's allowed to get mood swings, I guess.

Also, did anyone get the Free! reference? Make no mistake, I love Free! haha. I just think it's so different in tone from SnK that a character like Eren would (assuming they broke the third wall) think it was quite easy/pointless in comparison. Hence those dialogues (since there also seems to be some kind of friendly rivalry going on between the fandoms, that was just my little input; I am not actually making any statements about whether swimming is easy or difficult, quite frankly, I am a terrible swimmer haha)

Hope you liked it. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think!

I can't promise when the next update will be. I am primarily focusing on Losing Control, just have 3 projects to keep me occupied on the side when I need a break on that story (smut, fluff and ErenMikaLevi respectively, depending on which of the three I want to write haha). I'll update whenever I get sudden inspiration to write ErenMika fluff I guess. Though if you do have any particular requests please let me know. I'll try catering to them if I can, though can't make any promises there.

I also needed to write something fluffy today because after last night's episode - salfkjskglj I CRIED ANNIE THAT BITCH UGH POOR HEICHOU DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?! (though I'm looking forward to episode 22! The RivaMika brotp tag team woohoo, can't wait to watch them kick ass!)

Welllll anyways! Thanks for reading!