This story is planned as a three-shot. For now, the rating is T, but it may change to M after the 3rd chapter is released.

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin). Neither manga nor anime.

I got this idea while talking in an EreHisu discord. Our discord is small and young, but it is very active. So if you are an EreHisu fan, feel free to PM me and I will send an invitation!:)

I love you, my Queen

Chapter 1

"Do you see anything?"

"No..."

"Try to focus, Eren."

Eren inhaled and gripped Historia's hand firmer, trying to summon at least some memories of his father. In ten seconds he exhaled and opened his eyes. Nothing.

Historia looked at him sadly and let go of his hand. Since Eren had kissed her hand during the ceremony two years ago he has only gained few memories. They often held sessions in her room so that no one would bother him to remember. They came, sat down on her bed and for hours tried to call at least something. But most of the times it didn't work.

And now Eren was sitting next to her with his head down and clearly angry. She couldn't see his face behind his long hair, but she was sure there he was scowling. So many attempts have been made and all in vain. She had seen him in despair many times when his faith in himself was lost, but usually, after this, he made fists and continued to fight. Would he fight now?

"Eren, listen to me. Two years ago you discovered the tragic events that happened in the past. You learnt that your father hung a huge burden of responsibility on you by giving you this power." She decided to keep quiet about the fact that he was forced to eat his father. "But you are a good person. You are not your father. You are kind, supportive and responsible. You will always stand up to protect the weak and never doom your loved ones to suffering on your own will. And today, you stood up for me." Eren looked up at her while she continued. "When everyone stayed silent, when everyone agreed that I need to become a Beast Titan and give birth to children for the rest of my life, condemning them to eat me and then each other for many years to come, you were the only one who came to defend me."

They sat silent for some moments before she spoke again. "You never told me why you made the risk of putting my life over the lives of our people by concealing the truth about the use of the coordinate."

"I don't want any of my friends to become titans." Eren merely said, but the look in his eyes was giving away that he was not completely honest. She tried to meet his gaze, but he averted it.

"Oh." Historia said and once again they fell silent.

By that time, pink clouds were visible outside the window, and after a few moments the golden ray of sunset entered the room and lit the blond hair of the queen, colouring it gorgeously.

Eren's attention turned to this, and then his eyes gradually began to examine Historia further. She was dressed in the most ordinary dress, her hair was loose, and there was no makeup on her eyes. All the 104th trainee corps graduates were used to seeing her like this, so she was not at all embarrassed to be in such a state in front of Eren. It was evening, and she was done with all the official meetings. And Eren found himself thinking that she was no less beautiful. It was not the first time he thought of her like this. Far from it. He had to constantly see such thoughts away. She was a Queen after all. Casual clothes or not, he had to behave properly.

For the past years, Eren frequently caught himself examining the Queen secretly. He admired how she looked, how she behaved and spoke. In comparison to their cadet times, she mostly wore dresses now. As far as he knew she picked and ordered them herself, and every one of them looked perfect on her. Official or not, he loved every attire she chose.

Eren himself was in his ordinary clothes at the moment as well, no Scouting Legion uniform, just a simple shirt, and pants. They both finished their duties that day and deserved some free time. However, they somewhat decided to spend it on the failing attempts to gain memories. Not that he believed it would work, but frankly speaking it was also a chance for him to spend some time with her privately.

"Maybe we should try one more time?" Historia interrupted his train of thought. "And go to rest after this."

Eren nodded. "Sure."

"I will try to focus this time, too. Maybe it will help." She said and took his hand in hers.

The two of them closed their eyes and focused. They waited. And waited. And waited.

Eren gripped her hand tighter and bent his head closer to her, trying to lessen the distance. Maybe it would help?

Nothing.

Historia shifted in impatience and Eren opened his eyes. To his surprise, he found how close their faces were to each other. She probably had leaned to him when he had gripped her hand tighter too. He inhaled sharply and exhaled in surprise, and his breath reached her face. She opened her eyes and also noticed their proximity. Both of them found themselves not knowing how to act. At first, Eren wanted to move away, but instead, he froze in place.

For some moments they were just staring into each other's eyes. Green met blue and created some sort of chemistry. Eren was the first to break the eye contact and look at her lips. One part of him was telling him he's an idiot and he should back away, but another - stronger part - was telling him to go for it. Go for what he wanted for a long time already, but opposed it. And that day that part of him won.

Eren leaned in close, and finding Historia not backing away, pressed his lips to hers. To his surprise, she accepted this action eagerly.

The kiss was not deep, they only moved their lips together, and Eren found himself relaxing. The warmth he was getting from that contact made him forget what he came to her room for. The thought of her kissing him back was enveloping him, but when he was about to deepen the kiss, he suddenly felt a jolt of energy race through him and he finally connected with the Paths.

"Eren, come to the daddy."

He was in his house in Shiganshina, looking at himself at the age of no more than a year, probably less, holding his mother's leg. His father, whose eyes he was looking through at the moment was in a crouched position and extended his arms to little Eren.

His little self looked up at Carla, and then at Grisha, and made a small step toward his father, still holding on to the mother's leg.

"Come on, son. You can do this." Grisha said, and little Eren squeaked in delight. He let go of Carla, then made one step, and then another, and one more, and finally grabbed Grisha's hand, and instantly was put into a tight embrace of his dad.

Historia broke the kiss and the memory vanished before Eren's eyes.

"Eren, why are you crying?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her. He then smiled softly and took her into a hug. "I saw a memory. It was nothing important, but it was enough to make me feel so much better." He wiped his tears away and smiled as he felt her stroking his hair.

They sat like this for some moments, before releasing each other. Again, Eren drew attention to how beautifully the golden ray of sunset coloured her hair. And how beautiful Historia was. Could he say this to her now?

"You are beautiful." He said, and her blue eyes lit up with happiness.

She sheepishly looked at their still holding hands and took his other hand as well. "Can you kiss me once again?"

Without any hesitation, Eren complied. This time no memories were brought to him by the Paths, but it didn't matter to him at the moment. He kissed her because she wanted this. And he wanted this too.

This kiss was nothing like the previous one. The latter was hesitant and awkward, but this time they both felt more confident. Eren was hungrily taking in every touch of their lips, loving every small sound she was making, and Historia kissed him back, not so hard though. She was still shy with what was happening between them. That's why she was even more flustered when he smiled against her lips and released one hand to caress her neck in affection. This action relaxed her and her own hand went to his cheek. The kiss grew even stronger when Eren pushed his tongue in her mouth, and she accepted this. In so many years of her existence, never did she feel that happy and warm as this day.

They parted, still holding their faces close.

By this time the sun had already set below the horizon. The night gradually began to replace the day, and the room got darker. Historia sighed contently, feeling both relieved and happy, but the weariness gained through the day was taking over her. She moved to sit closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder and smiled as he rubbed his cheek against the crown of her head.

"I thought you were with Mikasa." She suddenly said, surprising herself. She expected him to jolt in surprise, but Eren didn't move a muscle after hearing this.

"No." He simply stated.

Historia lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up at him.

"But she is in love with you."

Eren held her gaze before replying. "She is my family. Like a sister to me. However, for the past several years I see her more like a mother figure. There are no romantic feelings for my part." He paused to brush a strand of hair from her eyes, making her smile. "But as for you, even though I wasn't much fond of Christa, when I got to know Historia... s-she took a special place in my heart." Eren stuttered the last part, feeling a bit flustered. Talking that way with girls was still unusual to him.

Historia blushed. "I'm glad."

The rest of the evening the spent talking about their past, what they went through together, and what they should do now. Occasionally they would kiss, gaining more confidence each time, which resulted in whispered sweet words to each other.

It was already about midnight when Eren decided to leave, although reluctantly. The two of them needed some rest. It would also be hard to explain later what he was doing late at night in the Queen's chambers.

Historia went to the door with him, but before Eren left, he placed his hands on her waist and kissed her on the lips tenderly. He didn't want to leave her, and he didn't know when he would be able to see her again, because next day he would have to leave Mithras and be on duty in Trost, and then there would be more tasks of which he didn't know yet.

After some moments they parted.

"Eren," Historia said timidly. "I wish our first kiss was like today's."

Eren's eyes widened, remembering something from the past. But he quickly collected his thoughts and smiled. "It was. The kiss you are referring to was between me and Christa, but today was my first kiss with Historia."

To be continued...