Levi liked sleeping. Sleeping was when he wasn't dragged from one social event to the next. Sleeping was when he wasn't trying to finish never-ending towers of paperwork. There were absolutely no worries in his sleep. So long as he gets to sleep.

But tonight, he definitely wasn't getting any.

A finger pokes his cheek. He ignores it but it comes back. Again. And again. He feels himself snap as he reaches out and grabs the damn intruder's hand.

It's a boy, brown hair and striking green eyes. He looks rather harmless, clad in an oversized maroon sweater, tinted shirt, and white pants. After assessing there were no weapons being carried to strike him dead, he gives the kid an intimidating glare. What this time? Stalker? Psychopathic admirer? Some maid's lost son?

"You're not a kidnapper, are you?"

The brat had the dignity to look insulted, pulling his hand away and huffing. "Excuse me? What part of me looks like a kidnapper?" The young brat replies indignantly.

Every part. Like how you're in my room in the middle of the night. "So you're one of those crazy fans? Tell me how you got in so I can seal it up with cement."

The boy eyes him angrily. "I'm not your fan and no, I did not crawl in here through a hole like a dog. Who do you take me for!?"

Levi sits up, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly. And here he'd thought he could get a good night's rest now that those goddamn ambassadors were gone and far away from his kingdom. "You're in my room at a time that is way too fucking early and you expect me to know who you are?"

"I'm your Fairy Godmother!"

Silence follows and Levi tries, with his sleep-deprived mind, to comprehend what the fuck this kid was saying.

"Fairy. God. Mother." The brat clarifies. Like he didn't hear him the first time.

"I don't know who raised you but you're definitely not a woman."

"Fine! Ok. Uh...I'm your Fairy Godfather."

He glares at his nighttime intruder, the one that was making absolute nonsense. "In fifty years, maybe."

His supposed 'Fairy Godmother' throws his hands up in the air and gives a frustrated groan. "Fairy Godbrother! Brother! That's it and I'm not changing it."

Despite being sleepy, he feels far more intrigued than he should be. Fine, you brat, I'll play along. "And what are you doing here, my dear Fairy Godbrother?"

"I'm here to make you happy," he proudly announces. Levi has no idea why he looks so pleased about it.

You would have had better luck if you hadn't come at all. "Well, I'm not very happy right now."

"Oh," the kid crosses his arms, staring confidently at his challenge. "And what would make you happy right now, your highness?"

"Sleep," Levi answers truthfully, because god knows how early he'll be forced to wake up tomorrow to do god knows fucking what.

"Granted."

The next second, he watches as the corners of his vision fade as he blacks out.

Levi wakes to a dull ache pulsing through his head. He groans as too much light filters through his vision. Shit, did I go drinking? He doesn't remember shoving any hard drinks down his throat, but, then again, you don't remember much when you're drunk. He starts to get up and immediately regrets it as the pain seemed to have increased by movement.

There were soft footsteps and humming to his right and he turns to see who it could be.

"Brat."

Nothing about the boy has changed except for the missing maroon cardigan, which he sees discarded on the end of his bed from the corner of his eye. The kid from last night doesn't bother looking away from Levi's book collection to greet him. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Grumpy."

So his annoying visitor wasn't a dream as he had hoped. He should be irritated by this fact. Except he was much too curious to muster up the irritation.

"You knocked me out, you little shit. And why are you still here? I'd thought they'd kick you out by now for trespassing on royal property." And my guards obviously need to be sacked if someone like you managed to get past them.

Those green eyes stare at him, looking a little guilty and very much offended at the same time. "I didn't knock you out. I put you to sleep. It's just...there's a little side effect, that's all."

"You mean this god awful headache?"

His Fairy Godbrother flushes and looks a lot more guilty now. The drumming pain in his head must have impaired his senses because he doesn't hear or see the boy move until warm fingers ghost over his temple and a soft voice whispers, "I can do something for that."

The fingers leave, brushing aside his bangs and he stares, slightly dumbfounded as the piercing ache in his brain disappears. He feels a pleasant hum replace it, not sure where it's come from. The tiredness leaves his body, and for once, he feels refreshed and awake.

Levi swiftly tugs those fingers back before they move too far from him. "Why are you still here?" His voice dropping low as he pulls the boy closer.

He had hoped to sound intimidating and put the brat in his place but youngster smiles slightly as he answers,"They can't kick me out if you're the only one that can see me."

Levi gives an annoyed huff. Well, wasn't he lucky. A scowl appears and he mutters, "If I'm going to be the only insane person to see you, I should get your name, at least."

"I'm your Fairy Godbrother, what more do you need?" The boy gives a miffed glance down at him and Levi starts to dislike the height difference from where he was sitting on the bed and the lanky kid standing in front of him.

"Name," Levi demands, his tone bordering on a growl.

The kid had the nerve to laugh at him before replying, "It's Eren."

He doesn't realize he'd been holding Eren's hand the entire time until Eren and his warm fingers disappear in a cloud of smoke before him as loud knocking reverberates through his room.

"Prince Levi, are you awake yet?"