Hello everyone!

This is my first try in years for a new story!

Erestoria needs more love, so here you go with a Your Name AU!

Enjoy! :D

As the morning sunlight brushed over her face, Historia lazily reached out of her kingside bed and comfy covers for her phone. She started patting blindly where she believed she left it, groaning tiredly as she couldn't find it.

What the heck?

The blonde sighed, peeking her head out of the covers and sitting up, yawning loudly.

I'm surprised Frieda hasn't invaded my room yet.

Indeed, her older sister had a habit to barge into her room in the morning to tell that breakfast was ready. But today, she seemed to have forgotten.

The teen braced herself as she stuck her legs out of the covers, the cold air making her flinch. She groaned and tucked them back, laying down to regain some strength and rolled to her side, on the other side of her giant bed.

Only, there was no other side.

She landed right onto the floor, yelping as she did. And as she yelped, she made a strange discovery: Her voice was unbelievably deep. She groaned, sitting up and rubbing her chest that was hurt because of the impact.

Her eyes widened as she did, noticing once again that something was off… Where were her breasts?

She gasped, looking down on her chest. It was flat. And as she looked further down, she could see that she was not at all wearing the beautiful pink nightgown that Frieda made her. No. She was wearing a light blue t-shirt over her flat chest, and dark brown shorts.

But that wasn't the strangest thing: Her legs were unbelievably hairy and… She felt something weird under the shorts.

Historia gulped, narrowing her eyes as she reached for her shorts with a trembling hand, afraid of what she might discover. She put her hand on her crotch area… And immediately yelped in shock, her face turning pick.

There is definitely something down there oh my GODS!

The girl looked around in panic, and gasped as she realized that this wasn't her room, nor Ymir's, her beloved friend. It had a single bed, a desk with school stuff on it, a wooden floor, a single window next to the bed, a wardrobe, and posters on the wall.

Unfortunately, Historia felt to panic to examine all this, she just wanted to get out of here! If this was a dream, she needed to go and explore it!

She quickly got up, still flushing with embarrassment and confusion. The girl (at least she thought so?) moved out of the door, legs trembling and expression completely disoriented.

"Frieda?" She called out softly, gasped as her voice came out deep again. Now she was certain that THIS was not her voice. What the heck was going on?

She walked around the hall with confusion, having no idea on where to go. Was she alone in this dream?

"Eren? You up?"

Oh! A female voice coming from downstairs! Alright, she wasn't alone after all.

Wait. Who's Eren?

Historia gulped, walking to the stairs and slowly making her way downstairs. What she found at the end of it was an open living room and a Kitchen, with a blonde male with bright blue eyes sitting at the table, eating breakfast, and a beautiful dark haired girl joining him.

They look around my age. But who are they? I've never seen them before? They look so clear for a dream. Are they my future kidnappers? They look way too nice to be! No Historia! Remember what father said, be careful with strangers!

The young dark haired woman soon noticed Historia standing by the stairs, looking wary. The girl blinked, and waved her over.

"Come on Eren, you overslept again. You need breakfast."

Historia blinked, looking around as the girl waved her over. Oh. She really meant her? Why was she calling him Eren? Oh well.

She moved shyly to the table, sitting far away from the two teens, which seemed to surprise them.

"I think he's sick, Mikasa," the blonde male chuckled, observing Historia.

The dark haired woman, whom Historia supposed was Mikasa, sighed to the male's words. She poured some tea in a mug and handed it to Historia. Taken aback by such natural kindness, Historia took it careful, nodding gratefully to the teen.

"Ah- Thank you ma'am."

This shocked the two teens even more. They looked at each other with worry and both started scooting closer to Historia, scanning her face. This made her very uncomfortable, so she just sipped on her tea silently.

"You are definitely sick. Since when do you call your sister 'ma'am'?" the male asked with a raised brow.

Sister? I already have a sister. And her name is not Mikasa, Historia thought with a small frown on her face.

"Armin, you two didn't do anything weird last night, did you?" Mikasa asked warily, dark eyes glancing to the male named Armin.

"No, I swear," Armin chuckled nervously. Mikasa always had that intense look that terrified him, he could never lie to her even if he wanted to.

The blond looked back to Historia, narrowing his eyes. "You look terrible. Did you stay up late to read more comics?" He asked suspiciously.

Historia blinked, looking between Mikasa and Armin with confusion. "I look terrible? I thought such things didn't matter in a dream," she said innocently, not even bothering being surprised yet again by her heavy voice.

Armin chuckled, holding out his phone and selecting the 'mirror' app. "You really do, and it's not a dream Eren. You're definitely up," he said, holding out the mirror to Historia.

She narrowed her eyes to the reflection that was showing on the phone, and when she saw herself… Or rather himself, she shrieked in horror and suddenly jumped back, causing her to fall backwards with the chair.

"Eren!" Mikasa called out in panic, reaching out to help Historia… Or rather, Eren up.

T-This isn't happening, that wasn't me! W-What happened to my face?!

Historia really started to get scared now, and despite Mikasa's kind gesture, she quickly moved away to run to the nearest mirror. She needed more proof! The phone was lying!

She found herself in the living room where there was a mirror hanging next to a window. Once she saw the same reflection in it, she started to pant heavily and touching her face, or.. What she believed was her face.

What's this? This isn't mine! I don't have brown hair! I don't have weird green eyes! I don't have this face! I don't have this chest! And I definitely don't have…

She blushed in embarrassment as her gaze lowered to her crotch.

Historia couldn't deny it. In this dream, she was a boy! A boy apparently named Eren who lived with a Mikasa and an Armin.

This is such a weird dream.