Hello! So, I decided to write a Riren/Ereri/whatever fanfiction. Hope you guys enjoy

Waiting is one of the things I hate. Waiting for downloads, waiting for love, waiting for my adoptive sister to stop making fun of the fact that I'm gay, and back then, waiting for the damn airplane. I shifted around in my seat and readjusted my headphones. I tapped the play button on my laptop and listened as AWOLNation blasted into my ears. I looked up to see a businessman in front of me. Damn, this guy was hot as freaking hell. He had hair that was blackboard black, tanned skin, and slanted eyes with blue-gray irises. He peered down on his iPhone, checking emails and sending texts.

I looked down at my laptop to see an email from one of my college buddies, Armin. It had an attachment to a few documents we were supposed to work on overseas. I rolled my eyes and softly cursed as I saw they were all in fucking French. I'm German for crying out loud! Yeah, I was gonna be trilingual. It's a helpful skill in the business profession. I started translating the documents onto a separate Word file. I kept coming across words that I knew but couldn't translate completely. I came across a sentence that made absolutely no fucking sense. I gave a small groan and leaned back. "Something bothering you?" the man across from me asked quietly. I started. His voice was even sexy! Deep and growly. "I'm having trouble translating this sentence," I explained. "College?" he asked. I nodded. He pocketed his phone and motioned for me to move the laptop towards him. I showed him the sentence. "Paris est une ville de l'amour et de romance, et de nombreux habitants affirment que la véritable amour commence à Paris," he mumbled, scanning the screen. "Paris is a city of love and romance, and the people claim that true love begins in Paris," he translated. "You speak French?"I asked. "Course I do. And German, and a little Spanish," he replied, sitting back. "Gee, cause I was supposed to guess that," I said sourly. "Don't get all high and mighty, brat," he replied coldly. "Sorry. Thank you sir," I said, remembering my manners. "It's Levi Rivaille," he said. "Eren Jaeger," I replied.

I resumed translating on my laptop and I didn't hear when they called up my group. I felt a tap on my leg and looked up to see Mr. Rivaille standing over me. "They're calling your group," he said. I stuffed my laptop and headphones away and stood up, realizing that I was way taller than this guy, about 4 inches. Didn't make him any less hot though. I went to my place in line and stood, staring at my ticket. 17B was my seat. I got onto the Air France airplane and sat in my seat. I pulled out my headphones and plugged them into the TV set provided for each seat. I settled them around my neck and scrolled through the movies on demand. I felt a thump beside me in seat 17 A. I turned to look at Mr. Rivaille. "Hey," I said, surprised. He shot me an impassive look and sat down, folding up the cuffs of his dress shirt. "If it isn't the French-challenged college boy," he said. "The name's Eren," I retorted. "I know. How old are you, Eren?" he asked. "24,"I replied. "So... A senior then." It wasn't a question. "Yeah, I'll be going to business school after this," I said. "Masters in anything?" Mr. Rivaille asked. "Business and economics," I replied. "Impressive," he said. "What do you do, Mr. Rivaille?" I asked. "Call me Levi, I think we're well past the "Mr. Rivaille" stage," he said. "I'm in the government. Right now I'm going to see a few partners."

I nodded and turned back to the movies on demand and found a TV show that I liked: Shingeki no Kyojin, or Attack on Titan. I opened an episode and found it to be the one where the protagonist (Aaron) gets his teeth kicked out by Strauss (the Lance Corporal of the Analysis Squad). I got to the part where Commander Erman suggests that Strauss take responsibility of Aaron when I heard, "Tch. How stupid." I looked sideways at Levi and saw him staring at my screen. "I like it," I replied. "Please. And that girl, Miranda, she needs to calm down," he snipped. "That's why Arthur's there, he's the smart one," I replied, watching as Aaron's adoptive sister glares at Strauss. "She reminds me of my adoptive sister," I mused. Levi shot me a look. "Mikasa," I explained. "Ohh. And I guess you love her," he smirked. I shrugged, "Yeah, she's my sister. Why, haven't you been loved before?""No, not really," he said, gazing at his screen. I blinked. "No need to act so shocked, Eren. I'm happy," he smirked. "No one's happy until they're in love," muttered. "Oh? And I suppose you've found that 'special girl'?" he mocked, making air quotes. "No, I haven't found that special someone," I snapped. "Not a girl?" he asked. I blushed furiously, "No, I'm gay.""Oh. Why are you embarrassed by that?" Levi asked, suddenly sobered. "Just... Most people act scared or mean to me when I say that," I grumbled. "Well, not me. Where are you staying at in Paris?" he commented. "Uh... Holiday," I said. "Funny, so am I," he replied. "I'll see you around then," I grinned. "Yeah...," he trailed off.

Soooooo did you like the name changes? *spreads hands and looks around expectantly* *crickets* okay, maybe it was more brilliant in my head. But please tell me if you liked it.