Hi again! A new Family AU story! Instead of writing a birthday story for Eren, I decided to focus on a story where they met, fell in love, got married and all that good stuff! I'm going to upload Animals by either tonight or tomorrow, so stay tuned if you're following that too! This will be more than one chapter, so get ready!

Also, a lovely artist by the name of arisacake on tumblr made an adorable art of baby Riren! I want to thank them for such a cute art! Thank you! The art is found here: winternightlullaby. tumblr post/113647721974/arisacake-baby-riren-for-winternightlullaby. Please put ( dot com) after tumblr because fanfiction won't let me paste it.

Riren crawled around his room as fast as he could to get away from his mama, squealing as he was being playfully chased. Levi was out late to finish his recording and couldn't be home for dinner. That was fine. Eren was able to distract him from being sad and spent the rest of the day strolling him around the neighborhood and playing No Name's CDs so Riren could hear his papa's voice.

Now it was time for bed and Riren refused to sleep. He loved playing and was determined to hide from Eren to keep it going. Eren let him have his fun, knowing that he was going to get tired anyway. But to mess around, he looked the other way as Riren crawled behind his toy chest and curled into a ball. Eren tapped his chin.

"Hmm...where'd Riren go?" He looked around and pretended to not see Riren. Riren giggled to himself, watching his mama search around. Eren shrugged.

"I guess I should check somewhere else." He walked away, leaving the baby by himself. Riren slowly crawled out from his hiding spot. Success...?

Eren quickly ran back in and lifted him off the ground, eliciting a cry of surprise and maniacal laughter. Eren soared him like an airplane and set him gently on the floor.

"Now time for bed." Riren fussed, crawling away and stopping when Eren grabbed his shirt. He couldn't be mad. Riren was energetic as he was as a baby.

"Bedtime story and then bed. Okay?" Riren beamed, crawling to the books and trying to find one he liked. He stopped when he saw an open grey album on the floor. The same one his papa was looking at. Levi was thumbing through it in the morning and pointing at pictures while telling Riren who they were. Riren gestured for Eren to grab the book. Eren was surprised to see all the pictures from his old modeling days. He shook his head.

"No, honey. This isn't a..." He trailed off as Riren looked starry-eyed at him. Smiling, he picked him up and the book and walked to his bedroom. He set Riren on the bed and made a nest for him out of pillows and the blanket. He opened the album to the first picture he had ever taken for modeling. It was him at eighteen, wearing swim trunks with his hair wet. His hand was running through his wet locks with a pretty smile. His eyes were magnetic, as he was told.

"This was Mama's first picture as a model." Riren squealed happily. His mama was the prettiest mama in the whole world. Eren nuzzled his cheek, looking down when Riren patted another picture. It was him and Levi on set of his music video where the two officially met. Next to it was him and Levi kissing. Another was them holding hands without paying attention to the world around them. And another was a picture of a photo shoot with Eren in tears and Levi on one knee, sliding a sparkling ring on his finger. Eren smiled fondly.

"Riren, Mama's gonna tell you all about Mama and Papa. How we met, fell in love, and how he proposed." Riren rolled onto his tummy and commando-crawled into Eren's lap, staring curiously at the smile on Eren's face.

Eren was eighteen years old when he was discovered. Fresh out of high school, Eren was quick to become one of the most desired, sought after models in the world.

It all started when his town Shiganshina printed his face on the local magazine. The magazine was known capturing the spirits of the locals, the town a peaceful place away from the city where people farmed, gardened and relaxed. Eren was working alongside his friends at the local pool, dressed in swim trunks and a killer smile. A photographer, his neighbor, had asked for his picture and Eren obliged, running a hand through his hair as the camera shutter went off. In a matter of weeks after the magazine was published, Eren's picture went viral. His beautiful smile, gorgeous tan skin and exotic green eyes stole the hearts of everyone who saw him. For locals, it was any other day with Eren, a spirited teen and a stubborn heart of gold. He was just Eren, a good kid like many were in their town.

The world thought otherwise. Scouts from modeling agencies all over the world flew over to find Eren. Each one offered a handsome contract and begged him for a chance. He decided to go for it, liking the idea of modeling and his friends were quick to join him. Armin became his agent and Mikasa his assistant and bodyguard, the trio saying their goodbyes to family and friends. His parents hugged him and wished him luck, giving him words of wisdom before he boarded the plane to Trost. He had promised to return to them as their son and not change into someone he wasn't.

At Trost, he was an instant phenomenon. His natural beauty enraptured the country. He gained friends and enemies alike, quickly assimilating to the cutthroat world of modeling where people bashed on weight and manipulated others for a leg up in the industry. He was lavished with wealth that he sent back home, thanking Shiganshina for the chance in letters and receiving replies of thanks and tears. He modeled for Chatel, Michael Qors, Guchi, Pradi and Versaje, countless others down the line and each one adding to Eren's rising popularity.

It wasn't just Eren who was a phenomenon. No Name, the band no one had seen coming, took the music world by storm in the last few years. Eren had listened to their music long before they hit platinum on every song and album. They won multiple music awards in different countries, topping the charts and MeTube with music video releases. He had hoped for a chance to meet them, or at least attend a concert he can now afford a ticket to, but didn't have time to thanks to his schedule. Levi, the vocalist, was his celebrity crush and Eren wasn't shy to admit it. To friends, of course. Nothing was said to the media. The man's looks, blunt personality and authoritative aura turned him on far more than a mere crush. Even behind the band's iconic bandages, Eren could tell that his eyes could be no less than unfathomable. But he pushed the thought away for bigger ideas.

Over the course of the year, Eren had made friends with the smaller, struggling Kyojin during a co-shoot with Chatel. The owner and heir were the Hoovers, Bertolt was the heir and Eren's good friend. The models were also his friends, Annie, Reiner, Ymir especially. The makeup artist and hair wizard Sasha was his first call for a hair emergency and someone he could chill with for dinner. Connie, a skilled photographer, was always there for a laugh. His contract didn't allow him to work with them, but Eren desperately wanted to because of the warm atmosphere that reminded him of home. He made other friends besides the people in his world. Jean, a new athlete and a face of a horse, was Eren's frenemy. Marco, the humble baker at Eren's favorite mom and pop café and Jean's fiancé, was his friendly neighbor who shelled out cookies and comfort. Eren and his friends lived a good life in Trost in that year.

While life seemed golden, Eren was confronted with the ugly of the fashion world. During a photo shoot with a model he had met just a month ago, Eren saw red. Her name was Krista, a sweet girl who Eren saw as an ally in the model world. She wasn't as desired as Eren, but she offered a cute smile, friendly demeanor and looks that made the clothes accentuate her beauty. But she was quickly tackled for her weight by other models and beauticians. No one said shit to Eren. He was far too valuable to lose and no one dared to get on his bad side because he had a punch ready. Instead, they turned to Krista. They brought her to tears with jabs at her weight, the calamity of makeup needed to make her look awake, the passive aggressive assurance that they were going to photoshop her undesirable features. They were picking on her for dumb shit, even going so far as to deny her food during the lunch break so she wouldn't put on any weight for the next shots. Eren had enough.

"How can you tell someone who looks beautiful and loves the way she looks that she has so many flaws? Do you get off to being a piece of shit to people? She's not beautiful in your eyes, so you decide to judge her like you have any right to. It's people like you who make others uncomfortable in their own skin. It's people like you who make models like us throw up because you want us to bow down to your vision of beauty. Skinny models aren't hurting anyone and killing people's self-esteem. It's sick fucks like you. Fuck you guys and your bullshit." He stormed off, immediately swarmed by others who begged him to stay. Krista, who was overwhelmed and joyed that someone stood up for her, clung to Eren's arm like a little sister.

"I have nowhere else to go. I will lose my contract here because you quit and after that, no one will want me because I'm new and expendable. Please take me with you." Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. Eren wasn't used to seeing her that way. He smiled and nodded.

"I know where to go. Armin!" The blonde was quick to his side, in the middle of canceling his contract. "Sign me up for Kyojin. Let her agent know that she wants to sign up too."

He looked bewildered opposed to the relief in Krista's face. "Kyojin is new and relatively unknown. Are you sure?"

Eren smirked. "Hell fucking yes. We'll make it known. You in?" he asked Krista. She nodded quickly, eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Yes!"

Kyojin's stocks soared in the next two years with Eren's face plastered on Kyojin's magazines and endorsements came flying in for partnerships. Newspapers with Eren's contract scandal hit the media since everyone thought Eren was happy where he was. It didn't help that the businesses tried to dodge the fact and it only increased Eren's voice in telling everyone he quit. It was unheard of to hear big name models to suddenly leave a contract as luxurious as Eren's. No one dared to insult them because of the backlash.

Fans noticed the increase in Eren's smiles in pictures, theorizing that Kyojin gave him more room to breathe. They were right. He had enough of the big wigs from the other corporations and their people's constant negativity. His new confidence in Kyojin brought in more investors and designers. The Hoovers made all the necessary changes to accommodate the sudden rise in Kyojin's popularity. Their talents were recognized and praise filled the atmosphere for Kyojin's workers. To make names for themselves, the models thought of nicknames to celebrate Kyojin's newfound success. Since 'kyojin' meant 'titan,' it was safe to say that the models were titans in their own right. The models, Sasha, Connie, Armin and Mikasa all sat in Marco's café to brainstorm.

"Ymir's gotta be the 'Dancing Titan.' Since she does athletic wear," said Reiner. Ymir smirked, running her fingers through Krista's hair. The two had gotten close when Krista joined them. Her smile was more natural and everyone noticed a new life with each picture she took.

"Then Reiner gets to be the 'Armored Titan.' Your bulked up ass for fitness fits perfectly." Reiner did a silly bow, getting a laugh. Annie raised her hand.

"I'll be the 'Female Titan.'" Everyone looked at her blankly. Eren coughed.

"Annie, the 'Female Titan?' That's a little bitchy since there's more than one female model." Annie slanted a look at him.

"I'm the first female model here at Kyojin. I want everyone to know that. When they think of female, they'll think of me first."

"Conceited!" Connie coughed. Annie elbowed him. Sasha grinned.

"Krista is the 'Goddess Titan!' Because of your angelic smile." Krista blushed.

"Umm, are you sure?"

"Yes," everyone answered. Even Marco from behind the counter. She giggled and agreed to take it.

"What about Bertolt? You model for business wear." Bertolt already had nervous spots of sweat on his shoulders. Reiner clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"It's gotta mirror his business since he's the heir! People have been calling Kyojin a colossal success, so he's the 'Colossal Titan!'" Ymir snorted.

"As if. How about 'Sweaty Titan?'" she proposed, poking Bertolt fondly.

"Or 'Titan that needs a chill pill?'" suggested Connie. They all laughed, even Bertolt. They decided to call him the 'Colossal Titan.' And last but not least, Eren. Everyone hummed in thought. They suggested some weird names, like 'Bright Eyes,' 'Sex Face,' and 'Booty.' Reiner got a punch for that.

"'Rogue Titan,'" Mikasa uttered quietly. Eren's eyes widened.

"Huh?" She looked up and smiled a little.

"'Rogue Titan.' Since you went rogue and turned your back on what people thought was a great deal." Rogue...it had a nice ring to it. A smile rose on his lips. Done.

The next magazine featured the Titans posed in a group, Eren right in the middle with his beautiful green eyes and gorgeous smile. A caption in the corner read 'Eren: Kyojin's Treasured Rogue.'

6 months later

Finally, a fucking day off! Everyone was singing it when they woke up that morning knowing that there weren't any photo shoots for the next few days. Eren was more excited now that he was able to attend a No Name concert that they were having in Trost, the home base. In the last few months, No Name had done a European tour and an Asian one before that. They weren't in the same areas as the fashion shows Eren did, so sneaking off with his friends was out of the question. Now that they were done with all of the fashion weeks, it was time to take off their expensive clothes and put on basketball shorts and T-shirts. They had been traveling to fashion shows and strutting the runways for Kyojin while doing interviews and foreign magazine shots to make the month's issues. It was a pain to sleep only a few hours until they were hustled out of bed for the next photo shoot. Some nights, they didn't finish until late at night and only had a two-hour nap before whisked to Milan or Paris. Eren was used to it because of his year in the top, finding it hilarious when dead-eyed Connie zombie walked to the set to take shots.

At home, everyone slept through the day until evening when it was time to go to the concert. Mikasa had to buy the tickets in advance and made sure to get good seats that weren't in the nosebleed section. They dressed casual, Eren in tight jeans and a No Name T-shirt with a vest over it. The car was waiting for them to take them and pick up their friends along the way. They were more than excited to go, popping open champagne to celebrate the day off.

The concert was jam-packed with people, many welcoming No Name home. Eren's heart hammered against his ribcage. His crush on Levi had only gotten more intense as days went by. During the night when Eren wanted to, ahem, loosen up from a long day, he would touch himself and use a toy while thinking of Levi. It was so embarrassing to admit it, but Eren's crush had turned into a full blown want. If by off-chance he met Levi, he hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of him.

And of course Mikasa got them front row seats. He loved her to death, but at the same time, how was he going to keep his cool?! When he brought that up to Mikasa, she simply blinked.

"I did what you asked me to. You wanted front row seats." Eren sobbed with no tears.

"Why'd you listen to me?" Reiner laughed wildly and whacked his back.

"I bet No Name deals with little fanboys and girls like you all the time. What's the worst you can do, fling your panties up at the mike?" Ymir cackled.

"Don't give him ideas!" Eren sent a flying kick at Ymir, who ducked with a grin. Mikasa quickly grabbed him and set him on the ground.

"The show's about to start." Farlan Church and Isabel Magnolia were the openers of No Name, the two doing a remix of a song with his keyboard and her DJ table. Isabel was hyping up the crowd with her killer personality and glowing smile, Farlan playing along as the two finished the song. A guitar solo thundered out of the speakers as the last notes of the song faded away. Smoke filled the stage as Isabel and Farlan disappeared into the fog, their shadows outlined. A figure rose from the bottom of the stage to the left while playing a guitar. Hanji Zoe appeared before a roar of cheers from the fans, smiling behind her bandages. A drum set rose next from behind, a tall man flipping his drumsticks in his hands sat on his stool as he waited for his cue. Mike Zacharius's stone face clad in bandages over his eyes made no movement at the burst of noise from the crowd.

Then he appeared. Levi. The Corporal. His eyes and theirs were covered in bandages and dressed to the nines in their suits and leather. Eren screamed alongside his friends, Reiner going completely insane. And he said Eren was going to throw his underwear up there? Eren didn't care. Levi was right there in front of him, approaching the mike with each smooth step as if he were gliding onstage. Eren's heart drummed erratically as Levi drew near, his face growing hot like a girl in front of her crush. Levi reached the mike and began to sing, his voice far better than the CD.

Day by day
We have lost our edge
Don't you know?
Forgotten is the life we led
Now it seems
You don't care what the risk is
The peaceful times have made us blind

Eren sang along with him, jumping and dancing with his friends. He couldn't believe he was here with his crush in person. This concert was unbelievable, filled with energy as he danced with Mikasa, who was a big fan herself. Connie and Sasha danced with each other like the teenagers around them. Armin was hoisted onto Reiner's shoulders against his will as Bertolt bobbed his head to the music. Ymir and Krista were locked in an embrace as Krista danced in place. They all sang with Levi as he performed and changed songs as it ended. The atmosphere changed and they danced with respect to it, raising their phones at a slow song or singing louder when Levi picked up the mike and pointed the head to them. Levi occasionally looked down, exciting Eren and making him hope that he noticed him. Not likely. He had those bandages on.

No matter, this was about the concert and nothing else. Eren only hoped he could tell Levi in person how much he loved their music. Then he can go on with his life without telling Levi how he felt. He was just a fan after all.

The last song of their set ended, the crowd cheering and begging for an encore. Hanji tossed her guitar to Isabel and strode to the mike. Levi didn't budge until she tapped his shoulder. Something like surprise etched the uncovered parts of his face before he moved aside.

"I hope you guys loved our performance! Wanna give us some love?!" she shouted. Everyone cried out in response and chanted the band's name. Her grin grew bigger.

"Alright! We have one more song for you all, a new one that we've been working on for a while now. But we want some very special guests to join us on stage!" Eren and his friends looked at each other in confusion. A joint single maybe? Hanji cleared her throat, suddenly beaming in Eren's direction. Could she see them?

"We have a group of gorgeous people in our midst tonight. Give a warm welcome to Kyojin's finest models!" He and his friends froze, looking at one another. How'd they know they were there? Mikasa shook her head when Eren looked at her. They were quickly swarmed by people in No Name security uniform. A petite woman with soft brown and blonde hair grinned at them.

"Please come to the stage!" she said brightly. Mikasa, Armin, Connie and Sasha pulled back as their friends were taken. The group was ushered to the stage steps as Isabel jumped down and grabbed Eren's hand. Her eyes shone like stars.

"Wow…you're really gorgeous in person," she said dreamily. Eren blushed and made his way up the stage. Hanji was bouncing in place while Levi had turned away. She danced over to them, grabbed Eren from the group and dragged him to the mike. Oh God, Levi was right there. He was much shorter in person but he wasn't complaining. His hair was matted with sweat and was taking deep breaths from the string of songs he sang.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Eren Jaeger!" The audience whistled and dozens of cameras went off. Screams of 'I love you' filled the air while he waved, unsure why he was here. He was getting closer to Levi, suddenly getting cold feet and stopped dead in his tracks before turning away from the shorter man. Hanji cackled and held her stomach, grabbing Levi, whose body language gave away that he was annoyed.

"We've brought up these models to join us in our last song for tonight!" Isabel tossed the guitar back to her and Hanji quickly swung the strap over her neck. "So stick around and dance to our new single 'Call Your Name!'"

The models didn't complain, excitedly chattering as Eren stole a glance at Levi. The raven had already turned away to reach the mike. But a stagehand ran up to him and quickly went to attach a microphone to his body before taking the stand away. As another person helped Levi put the mike on, Eren swore he looked back at him.

Farlan began to play his keyboard, a soft melody fluttering through the air. Levi looked on ahead and began to sing.

She lost her brother a month ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee... her smile

I wish I could be with her until my last day

His friends quickly coupled up to dance slowly with the exception of Annie. She was always a one-woman show as she danced fluidly. Eren felt awkward standing on his own, but he let himself listen to Levi's voice as his body moved on his own. His hips began to sway.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed... Suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

He was lost in the music, dancing slowly and moving along the stage as his friends did. But he took center stage. Before he knew it, Levi pulled him into a dance.

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

As Levi sang, Eren danced as if he were hypnotized. He swayed and rolled his hips as Levi took his hands and spun him into a dip. This was a dream come true. Despite his height, Levi took control and Eren didn't resist. The shyness from before faded away as he danced and felt comfortable with Levi's body. From the way they were dancing, it didn't look like two strangers getting to know each other. They danced closer than they should have, they put their hands in places that weren't appropriate for strangers who just met. Eren didn't care about the rest of the crowd, focusing on Levi and the face he desperately wanted to see. Eren touched Levi's face, the skin smooth. Levi didn't seem to mind, running his hands down his sides as the song came to a close.

Just like that, Eren snapped back to life. And realized how close he was to Levi among the cheers from the fans. Embarrassed, he pulled himself out of his hold, muttered a 'thank you,' flashed a brilliant smile and dashed to his friends. The other quickly joined him after thanking the band. Hanji shouted something, but he could only hear the sound of his heart beating in his ears. He didn't dare to look back.

"That song was really nice!" cried Armin enthusiastically, trying to cheer him up in the car. Eren could only nod.

That was so embarrassing. And running away didn't help either. But how the hell was he supposed to handle it? It was Levi. He lost all common sense and ran away like Cinderella away from her prince. No one had the heart to tease him through the shadowy aura forming around him. Mikasa and Armin both tried to comfort him to no avail. Half of him hoped that Levi would just forget about what happened so they could move on, but the other half yearned for more.

He slept in his bed trying to muffle himself with a pillow.

"Eren!" called Armin, hurrying into Eren's room. It was the brunet's third day off, two days after the concert. He spent most of his days off listening to No Name on full blast while cleaning the apartment for Mikasa and Armin. He was currently listening to 'Call Your Name' while trying to forget the sensual dance he shared with Levi. The tabloids had their dance all over the magazines, but no one said a word from either side. Armin sat in his bed, prompting Eren to pause the music from his laptop. He looked ready to explode in joy.

"I just got a call from Survey Corps." Eren's eyes widened. The same label that No Name was signed under.

"Yeah?!" shouted Eren, grabbing Armin's arms. Armin grinned.

"I signed you on to do a music video with No Name!" That…that meant that Levi didn't hate him, right? The noises coming out of Eren's mouth was too quiet to be screaming. He was practically roaring. He was stuck between laughing and crying, unable to believe it.

Chapter 1 done! I'm hoping to upload more soon. Next chapter preview:

-"We didn't introduce ourselves properly. I'm Levi Ackerman."

-"Jaeger, it looked like sex standing up."

-"Dude, please tell me you said yes? He just asked you out!"