100 Fragments of Eren x Historia

by XA - U

Collection of drabbles, AUs and a bunch of fic stuff on Eren x Historia. Types of stories will range all over and just encompass any theme that I'm in the mood for writing some EreHisu in, and will be irregular in content. It's mainly because I have a lot of ideas I wanna try but know I can't do full length stories so hopefully can collect bits/pieces here. Note on Spoilers inside.

3. Fragment 3 - Eren's Birthday

Summary: Going into disguise as Krista, Historia is working for a short period in order to get the money for Eren's birthday on the 30th March. That's basically it.

Note on Spoilers: No explicit manga spoilers in this chapter, although there will be some hinting at a few, details are not revealed so spoiler free in essence since it would only maybe affect your opinions on the basement reveal perhaps? - Unlikely even that but just so you don't say that I didn't warn you! Very minor hinting in essence despite the heaps they learnt, nothing here is revealed, same as previous chapter.

This time a 2 months late tribute to mai boi's birthday… I'm the master of deadlines!

Also like in the previous chapters, they lose the AoT seriousness vibe towards the end and with this one… basically do not take this one seriously at all, it's mainly just light-hearted for the sake of a bit of fun, even though it's supposed to fit in the imagised route of the main fic, but yeah.

"speech"

'thoughts'

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Fragment 3 - 'Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag, Eren!'

Early Spring of the Year 851 – End of the First Month

An Angel in this world was not a title given easily when it was only recently that mankind was on the brink of extinction and unity was a fragile concept.

It was still progressing slowly, but it had been almost half a year since the enemy had been driven back once more, and people had once more began moving out to the great land again, for either room, work or wealth.

The great road from Trost to Shinganshina was almost finished and by the end of the year, the ambition was to wipe out famine within Wall Rose completely.

Or so, that was the latest claim that had been passing through the newspapers out from the royal capitol.

A Queen's job and an Angel's job was completely different. There would always be someone at the top of reality, and there was never such a pure entity that existed outside of fiction and stories.

An existence which shines across the whole world and makes everyone's lives infinitely better.

An Angel that came down from heaven.

It was not meant literally, however the rumour had spread fast across the innermost circles within Wall Sina's most prosperous city of Mithras.

The capitol had a number of expensive inns, taverns and cafés. The biggest restaurants that had been managed by companies likely for the past century, were well known to the aristocracy who often dined there, and other citizens who could manage to afford it.

When something of note changes in one of the biggest three establishments, the news gets spread quickly through class and rank.

"Welcome to 'Mädchen Klischeehaus', dear customer!" The blonde haired angel shone a smile, before pointing the way in to the group of a couple dozen men and women who arrived as a whole group.

"Hmph, the place seems a lot more lively. You look lovely dear," one lady said, flashing her a motherly grin as she stopped to talk in front of that certain blonde maid who seemed to shine above all the others. The more pleasant type of customers that the girl had been dealing with recently.

Other men, couples and little groups were trying to get her attention while other waitresses fished them out from the sudden little gathering that joined the noisy din of 'Mädchen Klischeehaus', probably the busiest establishment in all of Mithras at this moment.

"Why thank you ma'am. Have you maid a reservation for this afternoon?" the fake girl asked her typical question, with a little bit more comfort than usual.

The middle aged woman gave her name and she was led to her assigned table quickly before making her order for some expensive tea and cheesecake.

"Sure thing! It will be with you shortly!" the small maid bowed before swiftly walking away to the kitchens and pinning down the order in front of the worker who seemed to be brightened up by her fake smile somehow and his face practically read 'marry me' from the brief encounter.

The maid hit her snort deep inside, just as expected from both the workers and visitors to this whole job.

While the entire place was filled with plenty women that would be considered beautiful, pretty, cute and so forth. Young and sweet, mature and seductive.

Young and innocent, mature and sexy, with the middle ground being just pretty cute young-adults who just needed the extra dough. A restaurant ran entirely by women to charm the eyes of anyone who would enter, no matter their preference in looks. Or for those who just liked maid outfits.

The entire room was buzzing with life, conversation and other positive noises of delight. Mostly. It was the lunch hour and the place was quickly going from three quarters full to four fifths in a blink of the eye.

All the various maids were rushing around, careful and swift from practiced focus, as they took orders, brought foods and chatted with all the customers.

And yet… the whole room seemed to lighten up to another intensity as soon as she stepped back in and the focus came upon her.

Her blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin were emphasized by the powerful, dark colour of the uniform that seemed to generate suck in all light and focus upon her, and even give her a halo above her head and little pure white feather wings at her back like some beautiful angel of death.

A fake imitation that absorbed everyone's eyes onto her, like a divine and sacred being from far beyond the world.

She wished to just toss it all apart and go back to acting naturally, instead of forced smiles that fooled everyone. Or perhaps they simply didn't care.

But she couldn't do so yet. Continuing on with her once abandoned act, she carried out the tray which held various complex dishes whose arouma bullied her.

Right now, she was 'Krista'.

And she would have to stay that way until it was time.

She was wearing a black goth dress with a white small white apron over the top that had bright white edges and string that tied it together, and was somehow perfect on her despite the incompatibility to other workers.

Her hair was in two drills to the sides in the style of regal ringlets or princess curls that she hoped would play a considerable part in hiding her, along with a fluffy bonnet hat with a tied ribbon on top which was tied tightly and heated up on top of her head when she was indoors.

It was by all means, just another maid dress but much more frilly and of a mostly black colour compared to the lighter bright shades that the others were wearing. Her form was emphasized a little more than she would like but she remained fully clothed with no skin showing.

"Hey lil' miss, mind keeping me company tonight?" A man waved her over, smoking puffs from his cigarette, as she told him his meal had arrived.

Historia forced the fake smile that somehow managed to fool people while holding back from vomiting as heads turned her way expectedly. "No thank you. I have more important things to attend to than babysitting you."

Some people blinked a little, whispering instantly at her attitude and that the customer was going to complain for her behaviour. But instead.

"R-Right, some other time may-" the man instead had a faint blush and crawled into himself a little wounded. Yet for some reason, he seemed to enjoy the rejection. Like a great many other people for some weird reason that Historia wasn't going to stick around to find out.

'Unless Eren likes it as well…' she contemplated it a little. Why was it that half the people turned quiet and downhearted while the other half looked upon her in even greater delight after she put her foot down? Maybe she should find out to know how to tell the signs that Eren might like her taking charge.

"Hey, sweetie. Care to bring me another glass of wine?"

"I'll have the b-bill please, a-and can you have takeouts here?"

"Hey, my order is taking forever! Check my table for me, would y… um… or just… sit with me for a little?"

Requests and shouts from all directions called to her attention. People wishing to spend a little time int the company and light of the pure angel to lift their souls.

"Coming right up!" Moving like a ballerina, she danced around the large hall and fished the demands from the kitchen and handled every single thing thrown her way.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" she sang each time before gracefully moving like some kind of female soldier. She poured the glass of drink in the blink of an eye, smacked the bill onto the table after pointing to the sign that had 'no takeouts' written in capitals, and brought the late order.

Other waitresses strolled around her to serve their own customers on the finely decorated floor tiles with welcoming and sweet smiles that somehow weren't nearly as effective as the newest maid.

Many became distracted and looked at awe at the girl who had introduced herself as 'Krista Lenz' not so long ago.

She was by background, an amateur, yet her movements spoke years of experience and dedication in acting around people, multi-tasking dexterity and somehow unexpected vigour for her body frame.

And there was something else unique about her, along with the countless other unusual features she possessed.

A sense of strong will that somehow made it look like the job was merely a stepping stone for her.

The other maids had been told by the suddenly very pleased manager who went on boasting about their new sales every day and how the new Krista was like a god-sent.

News spread naturally fast and some of the older maids couldn't deny a strong sense of jealousy and would rather she disappear just as suddenly as she came.

Continuing on and stomaching their wishes, they all tried to mimic her example welcoming the influx of customers with their most welcoming smiles, somehow more genuine than the new girl's yet painfully less effective.

What did she have that they didn't? Acting all sweet before then suddenly denying the customers their wishes was against the protocol they had spent years following.

Mocking customers meant the death penalty here, yet the new girl was able to dance around all that in style.

Continuing their way around the tables in the proper way they were told, doing absolutely whatever their customers desired.

A brunette maid was carrying a tray with a pot filled with tea and several cups ready as she passed their newest member, staring at her uncertainly.

Why did she get away with whatever she said at just the right level of control and intensity to make people back off and somehow make them pleased?

"Kyaa!" a shriek run out in her ears nearby. Only as the brunette maid hit the ground did she realize that it was coming out of her own voice.

The heart shattering burst from porcelain hitting the ground and scattering all over the place just as hot scolding tea landed all over the place, burning her hand which it splattered, a large part of her uniform as soon as she fell down, and worst of all, on the already angry looking husband and wife pair who she was meant to be serving with it.

"Hey! You spilled it all over the place!" the middle aged husband stood up outraged, noticing how some had soaked into his socks already and ruined his shoes.

"What is the matter with you?!" The wife, or perhaps it was a twin sister with how well she copied the same exact expression and movements, likewise stood up.

"I-I'm so sorry!" The young brunette tried to get up while keeping her head bowed, only to slip again, her ankle hurting as though she had been tripped over. Trying to collect herself, she thought she heard some accompanied sneering from somewhere but forgot about it immediately. "Sir, madam, p-please let me…"

"Don't speak back to me after what you've done! You've ruined my shoes! Do you know how much they cost me?!" The angry customer waved a fist at her threateningly but made no attempt to actually hit her, scoffing down at her. "Well?! Clean this up and fetch me your manager!"

"Y-Yes sir…" The brunette maid hastily nodded, mumbling apologies and trying to think of what she should say now. Her lips trembled and no words could be formed. Picking up the tray again, she quickly began picking the broken ceramic pieces.

"Ah-" She dropped the piece again and it broke into another two smaller parts. She had cut herself rather deeply and a blob of blood was quickly surfacing out through her skin on two finger that had held the sharp edge.

Her hands shook however much she tried to clear the broken pieces up from the floor that seemed endless while the couple whom she had been serving where making a show of her mistake and the entire room's disappointed attention felt focused on her.

"… Dammit… why me… " She mumbled. "…Why me..."

Picking up at the tiny pieces of the broken cup or kettle, still with hot tea burning her fingers a little, she realising how it was an impossible task to pick up all the broken bits back on the tray alone.

"Hey, calm down," a voice whispered to her, appearing out of nowhere and suddenly a carpet sweeper was placed down next to the brunette maid.

Looking up, she saw the enviable angel herself kneeling down to help her. The shattered pieces didn't cut her at all when she skilfully and swiftly picked up multiple pieces and collected them without hesitation.

A simple task, that seemed to only be able to be performed by the divine being that was much too young to be acting so calm and experienced.

"… Thank… you…" Her feeble mumble was practically inaudible but the blonde maid picked it up and for some reason, smiled, while appearing somehow very different all of a sudden and more genuine.

The whispers continued in the crowds, mocking her bungle at the rather prestigious gathering. But they felt a little easier when being helped through it.

They had cleared up eventually, and carried the tray of broken pieces while another maid had quickly acted on her behalf and brought the customer's request.

After Historia had seen the accident, she had grabbed the shoulder of another maid that had been passing by and advised her to prepare table 37's order at once before helping the brunette maid clean up and threw the door.

In a moment, the blonde maid was back, gracefully dancing across the lavishly decorated interior again as though nothing had happened a moment before.

Passing on with the next plate of fish and some sort of potato and other assortments vegetables she had never seen even in the palace. Not that her meals were anything but exceptional.

'Maybe I shouldn't investigate more if Eren likes them…' she thought while laying down another meal, giving a bright smile and noticing a table that someone had left without being cleaned. And without a bill. Ignoring her concerns, she picked the plates up while dabbling in her thoughts, 'my hands are kinda full, but…'

"Hey, hey," one of the businessmen whispered over to his companion, seemingly some wealthy lord that had put a number of pounds on his body recently. "Ask that maid for some special service and get her reply."

"Why? She just rejected the fellow a few tables down. She's still a little too young anyway, her b-" Several stacked plates crashed onto the table, cutting the two men sitting opposite each other off, somehow not cracking despite the loud sound it made.

"Is something not to your liking gentlemen?" The blonde maid held a dangerous smile and evidently not pleased at where the discussion was going a moment ago.

"A-Ah, yes… everything's fine," the younger companion replied, sweating nervously all of a sudden, and feeling his heart race with adrenaline. The businessman tapped his foot underneath the table and nodded at him, making him go with the moment. "I mean… um, c-could I get some special service from you tonig-?!"

"You will have to pay someone who would actually endure someone of your reprehensible disposition, if you are so desperate for such company," the dark maid spoke without flinching and turned away without a care.

Again, whispers broke out about what she had just said with no aura of hostility and only a lack of care at such requests. Turning away, Historia walked off with the tray of dishes that needed to be cleaned.

"Ahhhhhh… stone cold rejection…" the younger man seemed happily drained, as though he had enjoyed the stab at his core from a harsh mistress. "… it… feels so good…"

"Right? Told you. Listen, it's the harsh ones that bad-mouth you sweetly and make you feel ashamed that gets going the-"

The lord soaked in every word from his companion who begin explaining how everyone is a masochist on some level and that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and rather should be admired.

"Are you gentlemen perhaps unwell?" an onlooker added into the conversation, not comprehending what he had just witnessed.

"Oh shush, don't judge until you've actually been the one at the end of that defiant look upon her face, spilling out her loathing at you from within and telling you how lowly filth you are without getting maliciously vile … Ahhhh…"

Historia inside felt like killing the whole lot of them. But they would probably love it, given how these people seem to like the dominant, harsh tongue-lashing. On the first day, when she had been suggested for the dinner, she had quite simply kicked the old bastard's chair and toppled it without thinking.

Working in the service industry, even for a short time was far tougher than it seemed. Naturally, the wealthy head of the Zeim-whatever family had started shrieking complaints while she tried to get her act together and apologize profusely, knowing full well she would submit to the consequences.

There was a time when Krista could flawlessly pull it off. Save for a couple of people. But that time had passed now, and she could feel the slightest bit guilty after being oogled for the past evening by that individual and no doubt fantasized in disgusting ways in his mind.

Historia didn't really care about that. People can have whatever fantasies they like and envision some repulsive thought that they might have their pleasurable one time with the Queen and fabricate all sorts of characterless physical copy of her.

Just like Krista, they would only see a cute body who would disrobe to their private quarters and act with whatever out of character behaviour they wished to impose upon the imaginary copy of her to entertain them.

But it wouldn't ever change who she was beneath the image that others saw. What mattered, was the one person still with her that continued to see through her.

So long as he could see it, that was all that mattered.

'Ugh… I can hardly take it much longer…' she thought the same thing every few times each hour, but each time clenched her teeth together and set her mind into gears once more, drawing just enough strength from somewhere to keep going.

She wished Eren was here now, instead of these people.

Actually she didn't, her mind decided quickly.

Sinking back into reality, 'Krista' shone another smile to an elderly couple as she placed down the tray of tea and collected their next meal request.

Just a little longer. She would have earned up enough if she held out a little longer and keep slashing down the requests made at her by more perverse individuals.

A click struck in her mind. Historia couldn't care less about anyone else, but… one person.

Did… Eren fantasize about her? She gulped down the blush as she concluded he did. She fantasized about him, when she… needed to.

For some reason, fantasizing about Eren fantasizing about her suddenly made her body tingle. She bit down and complained slightly how she wanted to see him right now and shook the heat away from her.

"Hey waiter, I'm ready to make an order!" Another man called out to her as she welcomed him with sunshine, making him avert his eyes awkwardly before stuttering out his order.

The bell chime rung again as the doors were opened just as she was heading back towards the kitchens and passed the main door.

"Welcome to th– !"

…

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIeeee-'

Her stomach sunk inside and then flipped right back. Like a desperate and suddenly fragile animal faced at the barrel of a gun.

Mind overwritten and ablaze, trying to overturn the situation and decide what she would do when caught redhanded somehow. A burglar, robbing her own home.

Of course, there were a few people who she would still consider close to her that were left, but there was only really one person remaining whom would be the absolute worst to run into at a time like this.

Of course it had to be him.

Of course it had to be here, at this time.

Of course it was him.

"…...Eh?" was all he spoke after being frozen at her easily recognizable face to him.

Eren had just walked in.

He blinked and checked her up and down swiftly before being transfixed at her beautiful face, beyond which thousands of curses at him were being fired and at the whole world as plain as day.

Behind him, wearing the same uniform and symbol as him, Jean had strolled in barely a pace after him, looking around and blabbering and pointing things out that she couldn't focus on right now.

"…" Eren opened his mouth and closed it, just as the temperature suddenly shot up at least ten degrees.

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First Week of Spring of the Year 851 – Wall Sina Orphanage

"… Historia?" The brunet cautiously began, as stopped what he was doing and turned round to catch her attention.

As it happened, the Queen's attention was already focused fully on him, and for some reason she looked speechless, on the verge of her execution or something similar.

Eren hesitated when her eyebrow was twitching a few times every second and her teeth looked like they would turn to sand if she crushed them any stronger.

They were doing the laundry just moments prior. Most of the children were too young, though they were encouraging the elder ones to start trying for themselves in the Queen's absence, they had ended up mostly alone and able to share a few quick kisses while hidden behind the duvets.

White sheets hung on the lines. A gentle breeze was blowing, making them flutter gently.

They were now mostly dry but a number still damp after being washed thoroughly until clean like undisturbed white snow.

The clothes had already been collected in the baskets since they had dried faster, and while Armin and Connie who were accompanying them this time had gone to carry them away, Eren had volunteered to help Historia with the rest.

Of course to them, that was the signal for a bit of time together. They had traded some playful words before Historia had turned round and pushed something into his chest.

About a week ago, when they were last doing the washing for the orphans, Eren had gone ahead on Historia's suggestion and added his normal clothes, which he had gotten from Historia herself a while back, into the washing pile that day.

For some reason, he hadn't seen his dark brown longcoat with the hoodie all week and had ended up with just his tunic, not that he noticed until this morning since he hardly got the chance to wear casual clothing like that.

Historia had just handed it back just a moment ago and he had flung it around his back while pulling his arms through a sleeve and trying to catch the other with one swish through the air.

Just as he had done so, he noticed there was something wrong. "Historia…? Why's it so small? I can't fit it on without ripping the sleeve…"

He considered if it had shrunk during washing as he had heard happen on occasion but the guilty face hiding anguished screams of death told him the culprit may be a certain someone.

This wasn't his longcoat, and it felt almost brand new despite being seemingly identical in shape and style, but way too small for him.

"Historia…?" He questionably hissed her name again, to the still alarm struck blonde that seemed to be panicking for some silly reason. He wasn't mad at all. It was basically a gift from her to him. "What happened to my jacket…?"

"A-Ah… i-it just…" the culprit's head turned dizzy and Eren prepared to catch her if she looked like she was about to fall, "w-woah… l-look how much you've grown suddenly…."

"Uhh, yeah… a little…" Eren pulled out the one sleeve he had managed to get into and hung the small-ish jacket over his forearm, "but not enough that I can't even fit into this… Historia, what happened to it?"

"N-Nothing! It just looks small, but it's definitely the same coat you had before!" she suddenly turned away, and grabbed the basket only half full with sheets, turned around swiftly and marched past Eren.

Eren sighed, seeing that he would have to collect the rest himself. Folding the new jacket, unsure what to do with it, he suddenly noticed a blonde slivers of hair coming back towards him. Historia was marching back to him.

"Hey, His- OWW!" The Queen stomped on his foot hard, before turning back round and leaving him again.

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3 Weeks Later – Mädchen Klischeehaus

Historia had fortunately taken the time out of her morning to style her hair into the two princess ringlets that just brushed on either one of her shoulders, while her front was parted a little differently than usual.

It wasn't any big change in style but combined with the frilly maid cap with a bow, the additional brush of cosmetics that she had applied to her face and the expressions and movements of her face and body that she had been paying careful attention to, Historia had hoped that most people wouldn't remember the young Queen who they only saw on less than half a dozen occasions thus far at best.

If by misfortune she would start getting suspected, she hoped to act in the suitable fashion for her background and even spin a partially true, partially fake story of her origins.

Historia had tried to go for as mature of a look as possible and believed at least that people would think she was at least 5 years older than she actually was, just as she had submitted on her request before she was quickly tested and granted a particularly positive review and so had been accepted for the short period.

Being careful of the way she acted and the vibe she got off, Historia had hoped she would be able to manage a few days as long as she kept her head turned away to questioning gazes.

Though everyone's focus seemed to be on her, she felt they were thankfully more distracted with how noticeable her black clothing was against the mainly bright red walls than whom she might resemble a little.

She had almost made it the whole month.

Until he had to walk in on her at this moment.

"..."

"..."

Eren scrutinized her closely, seeing the movement in the light of his eyes as he put together what was going on. Mostly at least.

"Oi, Eren, move, I wanna get a table fast," the third voice interrupted them in the end and brought their silent eye talk to an end.

The Titan shifter nodded and opened his mouth to address her but suddenly stopped again. He considered what he should actually say in such an obvious situation and wondered why she looked so cute right now. It was more of the latter really.

"O-Oh right this way!" 'Krista' suddenly jumped in again, waving them to follow her and a fake smile that Jean glanced away from to blush slightly. "Table for two?"

"I don't want to sit with this guy if I can avoid it," Jean countered and fell silent as he stepped around and started checking out the waitress. Eren didn't say anything.

"Ow, why are you hitting me?" the brunet let his gaze drop from the blonde for a moment when his companion elbowed him.

"Say 'me too' or something idiot," he whispered fiercely back, "or what? Where you so charmed by the cute waitress just now?"

Eren blinked, and looked back at Historia, who looked away, and started observing the room for a place for them to sit, not answering Eren.

"Huuuh?!" Eren craned his neck back at Jean, pointing at her, "Jean, don't me you don't recognize…"

"What? Is she someone you… we know?" the taller soldier suddenly began studying the blonde waitress intensely with squinted eyes. "Hey, um… Miss, have we met before…?"

Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Very small.

'Hey… wait a minute…' Jean scrutinized her closely while rattling his head onto some recognizable itch.

"Nope, I don't believe we have!" the pretty maid beamed a shine that radiated sunshine and made Jean take a step back and instantly forget what he was thinking about.

"O-Oh, well I'm pleased to m…" Jean let his sentence draw on as he glanced at his companion. Eren was glaring at him for some reason. Jean glared back, losing his previous mood instantly at the sudden unnecessary hostility in his view, "Oi, are you going to stand around there all day? Let's hurry before we have to go back."

Eren snorted and turned away after glaring at Jean one last time. Historia cleared her throat, knowing she would have to attend to others soon, before any argument would break out.

"Do you… have a reservation?" She doubted the thought had even crossed Eren's mind. His expression a moment later said just as much.

"Erm, no... You're not too busy today, are you?" Jean looked equally thoughtless to it, looking around and waving to a few spare tables, "we won't be long. We just need an hour to stick around. There's some business we'll have to attend to at the Royal Capitol with Her Majesty herself you see."

"Well, isn't that splendid!" She pressed her eye together and clapped her hands sweetly, as if admiring his service. Eren continued staring at her blankly. It hurt for some reason. "We do have some free spaces anyway that aren't reserved as it happens. Please follow me."

She led waved them along as they passed by all the other maids tending to the customers, many of whom turned to Historia as they passed while the waitresses greeted Eren and Jean in with short bows, the latter who gleamed his teeth at them all.

Now, compared to the past, the Survey corpsmen would be noticed and even acknowledged positively as the heroes who brought back Wall Maria.

The lives and expenses the Survey Corps had used up had now provided the results people so long desired. It was more than regaining their ground with the new territory, they were now able to proceed forwards and the entire threat of Titan existence was now on the verge of waning away.

Even assimilating territory beyond even Wall Maria was not such a distant dream. Combined with military rule, the Survey Corps was held in high regard as the saviours of humanity.

Arriving at a table at the corner, just big enough for the two of them, squished in close against the wall and other tables around them, it was clear why nobody would reserve these.

They were also the only open seats around besides the ones that had a card on them that said 'reserved', so there was no room for complaint.

"Please call me when you're ready to make your order-" the blonde maid was in a hurry to get away, after quickly pulling a chair out for them.

"Actually, we'd like to order now," Jean interrupted while taking the seat that she had, and getting pushed in again.

"O-Oh, certainly!" Historia screamed inside in frustration. She made eye contact with Eren again after she pulled out the second seat for him.

Eren swiftly took it and pulled himself in, without saying anything to his secret courtee in disguise.

"H-Hey, but first… so um… as a maid here, you all say something like 'I will gladly serve you in any way you request, dear master', right?" Eren's mouth fell upon when his companion said it so carelessly and looking up expectedly at the goth maid.

"Nope," she interjected, beaming kindness all the way. Eren's eyes rose and stared at her over his shoulder, picking up on the implication.

"Y-yeah, so… 'no'?" Jean looked puzzled, like a child being promised his favourite treat if he behaved and then not getting it after coming home.

"Nope, I do not serve you in any way you request." The air of finality was clear from the goth maid.

The goth maid held her aura which made him unable to speak properly and buckle against her will.

"W-Wait, but… the other time… that's what… " Eren was already starting to get annoyed at the accredited horse face, who looked unnecessary desperate for something so trivial to him.

And not something he wanted her to say to anyone. Unless it was to him. And only him. Then maybe. He was glad at least that the blonde behind him wasn't playing along with Jean at all.

"It was not in the job briefing and you won't have anything like that from me." Still holding the maliciously sweet smile, she asked again. "May I take your order?"

Jean blinked and… suddenly didn't look so disappointed. "A-Ah, well… I l-like girls who are defiant like that…"

"That's a pleasure to hear," her voice was like venom now, no intention in humouring her fellow former trainee. "Shall I return when you're ready to actually order?"

"N-No no, we're ready now, just um…" Jean stumbled, looked away in embarrassment and kicked Eren's leg under the table. "Hey, what're you doing? I told you to order the special omelet I said about."

"I'm checking if it's there or not…" Eren hissed back, having just picked up the menu after the girl still standing behind him had no sign of talking.

"I know it's there, already, just say it," the Survey Corpsman sighed, and turned back to the goth maid with a slightly blush. "We'll have two omelets from the special course an-GAK?! What th- Why did you kick me so hard?!"

"Certainly!" Historia gladly nodded and easily noted it in her head and bowing quickly, before practically dashing away to the kitchen at last.

'Uhh… Ereeeen… why did you have to show up now…' Historia sighed as she placed the order and caressed her forehead, knowing he no doubt figured out what she was up to.

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Quarter of an Hour Later…

Eyes darting everywhere across the room, both members of the Survey Corps silently listened in on the people around them and sipped gently on the drinks they had ordered from another maid.

Seeing Eren lost in thought and not responding to his attempt at light conversation, Jean was listening in and looking around at all the people there.

Most of them were noblemen ad their families and citizens from various more prospering backgrounds as the usual within the capital.

Then there was another group that stood out to him.

"Can't believe there was a time when I ever wanted to be like them," the taller of the two said, mainly too himself, not expecting the Titan shifter to catch it.

"Huh?" To his surprise, he did. Eren looked to where Jean was nodding and saw a group of men slightly older than them, with the unicorn emblem on their backs.

The young men from the Military Police were quite clearly drunk and had no regard for the dark haired maid who seemed to be trying to clean up and usher them out the door, while instead they made attempts at groping her openly in public.

The woman darted away at least, but the soldiers continued their small games and glaring at the citizens around them, repeatedly saying how they were in charge now without regard for what it could cause.

Their bragging increased in volume and getting the attention of a great many people around them. Apparently it was the new Military Police who reclaimed Wall Maria, shed their blood and saved everyone according to them.

"… You were right." Jean's words certainly reached Eren, but he still had trouble believing they came from him. He looked pensive and simply frowned at the MPs he so wanted to join once. Just at that moment, one of them started raising his fists and feebly threaten someone until a few other people stepped in. "… I don't know what the hell I was ever thinking…"

"Did you just say…" Eren stopped just as Jean snapped his head towards him, realising he had been speaking aloud.

"… S-Shut up! I didn't say anything you bastard!" his former rival claimed, slightly red. He scoffed at something and fell quiet while taking another drink.

Eren smiled a little, not bothered in picking one of their usual quarrels for old time sake. Or rather, it didn't cross his mind at all.

It felt pleasant. Staying silent like this at a table just across from each other was something they would both recoil at and refuse once.

Eren swore he would never say it aloud, but the shared companionship was even slightly enjoyable.

He had tried to get Jean off his backside just this morning, telling him to not waste his time. But right now, he couldn't secretly deny he wouldn't mind hanging around Jean when it was like this.

On the other side of the table, Jean just about had it with acting shy for something he could just said in his head.

"More importantly, you're liking what you see right?" Jean's grin sparked back up in an instant as he changed the conversation topic.

"… What?" Eren coughed and quirked and eyebrow in confusion.

"Come on, just admit it already," crossing his arms, the soldier leaned back and nodded to himself satisfyingly, "I was right to bring you to this place."

"No seriously, what the hell are you talking about now?" Eren took another drink before setting it down and looking around at his companion might be talking about.

Jean sighed, and leaned back on his chair and then forward again, resting his elbows on the table, he crossed his hands together and too a breath.

He smiled and nodded at him. As though he was a man of culture that he acknowledged. The taller of the two opened his eyes and stared at Eren with iron steel seriousness.

"Eren… You have a thing for maids, right?!"

…

"… What?" Eren decided that anything he was thinking earlier about enjoying Jean's company was just a figment of his imagination.

"Come on, don't deny it. You're looking non-stop all over this place," waving his arms at random, he pointed straight at a particular blonde maid who was avoiding them completely and distracting herself with carrying other dishes back to the kitchen once more.

"That's because…" Eren let himself wonder just as his eyes looked at Historia's outfit. He looked at it closely. And looked at it some more. "I'm not."

"Sure you're not. Come on, tell me! It's the maid costumes right? The feeling of getting served? Getting sweet talk where you will not find anywhere else?" He began looking more and more like a feral animal now, almost desperately begging for him to agree. "You understand me right Eren?! You feel it as well, right?!"

"N-No… I don't…" The Titan shifter mustered his strength and refused. He didn't have any feelings like that at all. What was so special about maids all of a sudden?

There was nothing different than wearing work clothes but for a different job. Eren didn't see any appeal whatsoever.

Zoning Jean out, he imagined it again. Historia. And the dress she was wearing. Pitch black clothing with cutesy frills while her face beamed starshine with contempt buried behind her.

Acting… just like Krista.

"T-Thanks for w-waiting…" The bright yet uncertain cheery voice disturbed them again. Holding a tray on her arm, Historia skillfully moved the two plates off and laid them quickly in front of the two men.

She was sweating a little, from both running around and mental turmoil. Then placed the tray beneath her arm after taking off the remaining bottle on the tray.

Eren stared at it. He had never seen anything like it. It looked way to fluffy to be like any omelet he had ever seen, and made of some kind of grain mixed in that he had not seen before.

"A-Allow me t-to put a m-magic spell on your omelet…" Jean was sitting happily with his arms folded, looking excited as Historia flipped the lid of what looked like some sort of red sauce, similar in colour to tomatoes.

The Titan shifter watched the pattern formed as a result, which Jean had closed his eyes to witness. It was done at such a fast speed that he could hardly follow anyway.

"Please, enjoy!" The confirmation that it was ready was given and Jean opened his eyes to look at the shape of a… pony.

"… Huh?" He looked at the maid and back at it again. It looked more like a stick figure of something on 4 legs than anything, but he was pretty sure it was meant to be a pony, "a-ah, shouldn't I get a… heart shape? Y-You know like… s-showing your heart in m-my meal…?"

"That's what I did." Making no room for argument, the goth maid smiled and told him to start eating. Nodding awkwardly, and once more, not satisfied for some reason, Jean began eating without complaint, immediately lost in delight from the first taste.

Historia stepped over to Eren. Avoiding his gaze again, she slowly squeezed the bottle again, and let the string of sauce drop while moving her hands to form the shape.

It curved. Halfway done, the curve was clearly wide and clear at the top, and of a much lesser incline at the bottom. Eren felt his heart ache a little, wanting to speak up to Historia who looked nervous around him. He decided to still go along with it, awaiting her to completely her gesture.

Then the sauce spilled right over Eren.

"Aaah?!" He tried to move out of the way of the shooting sauce that fell out, splattering over his trousers suddenly.

"Eee-!" Snapping out her daze, she suddenly realised that she was still squeezing and the sauce had drawn a line off the plate and the table and straight out and onto Eren. "I-I'm s-so sorry!"

Flipping it over and around and placing it on the table, she grabbed a cloth immediately, and ended up dropping the tray with a loud clatter on the floor.

"I-It's fine…" Eren immediately insisted, wiping it off himself with the napkins provided at the table. It was all over his trousers in a few red collections which he tried brushing off gently to avoid soaking into his clothes.

Ignoring Jean's open mouth stare, Eren reached down to clean it off. Just as his hand touched the gentle pale skin of his secret lover.

Their eyes instantly met. Their faces were inches apart and one of her side ringlets was brushing across his face.

She had reached down to wipe it off herself as she had made the mess after all. Turning away her embarrassed face, Historia crouched down a little more without commenting to clean his trousers at once.

Her hand landed on his crotch.

"A-AH, sorry!" her voice screeched out in fear and ashamed, instantly moving her hand away and furiously scrubbing off the liquid from his thick, muscular, juic- thighs, trying to get as much of the red stain out as possible.

"I-It's fine, I-I can take care of it, jus- Ah?!" Eren had tried to grab her forearm gently and move her away. Historia resisted instantly and pushed him off and tried to get the remaining off on his other leg.

Only to land her hand on his crotch again.

"AAHHHH?!" she squeaked again. She could feel people's eyes on her right now, countless pairs. Her shaking hand scrubbed off as much as she could, quivering as she looked at Eren's flushed face.

Her mind buzzed from numerous feelings. How she suddenly was right in Eren's private space in public. What she actually looked like she was doing while leaning down her small body into his lap and moving her hand furiously. And why, when she accidentally touched Eren in a certain place for the second time, did something feel growing much bigger.

---

In the Kitchens…

Her face resting upon the desk barely a moment later, unable to move from the beating red blood soaring at a thousand kilometres a second through her.

She couldn't even remember what she had just done after that. Losing her composure for the first time since she started, she had made an absolute mess of Eren's clothing and dinner. She hadn't even been able to complete the heart shape she wanted to draw.

"Excuse me, Miss Lenz?" the voice of a middle aged lady spoke, shaking her shoulder lightly.

"Oh, y-yes ma'am?" Quickly getting up and sorting herself out, she looked up to find her employer.

She was the wife of the manager of the establishment, and the person who hired her quickly after suddenly asking her to try on a few costumes that she couldn't stop flattering her about how they suited her. "Is there a problem with the customers at that table you were just at?"

"E..." Historia paused and went into focus. Krista replied again, "n-not particularly."

"Right," she looked unconvinced, "would it be better if I assigned you to someone else?"

"Oh…" The thought hadn't occurred to her. Backing down from the sudden visitor in particular, wasn't something she felt she could do.

But… it wouldn't have been too hard to just keep pretending to be distracted and ask someone else to serve Eren and Jean's table. And pour sauce into a heart shape on his lunch. For Eren. And whisper sweet things to him.

Knowing that, she had immediately grabbed the plate without thinking and gone ahead. But that was over and done with, and no other worker would bother her Eren with stupi-… no other worker would have to deal with Jean and get a headache.

Some part of her felt silly that she had to hide away from the one she thoroughly believes she could be completely open with. It was one of the reasons why she truly loved him.

But…

Historia breathed in and placed her hand at her chest. The pulsating heart refused to drop a single beat.

… She needed to focus on the actual job right now.

"Um… yes ma'am," steadying herself and putting on her sweet, concerned tune, Krista answered, "I think it would help if I swapped with someone else."

"Very well, please see to the gentleman at table 6 over there please," the woman nodded and signaled over to a table by the window.

As it happened, the clearly aristocratic, wealthy customer was staring at her, and waved at her, seemingly familiar with her. 'Oh great… another admirer.' She thought she vaguely remembered him.

Swallowing down her wishes to just forget it all, she went ahead and greeted the newcomer. Having managed to put up with him, she was on her way back through the room a few minutes later, carrying a stack of finished plates that she had picked up n her way back from another table.

It was mainly the fact that it was hardly 10 minutes that made her freeze in her place just before she entered the side door.

"A-Ah, K-Krista, I… t-thank you for earlier, when y-you… u-um…" a brunette maid had suddenly been about to leave through the kitchen door in which her now little co-worker was standing.

She had been helped by the kind girl just earlier, when nobody else had come up to give her aid. The brunette maid made an attempt to confidently thank the maid who was referred to as Krista between them.

"Hiiiiiii?!" Instantly however, when she saw the expression on the usually cute girl's face, she bottled down in terror. "I-I-Is s-something w-w-w-w-w-wrong…?!"

"Who… is that?" Death incarnate spoke.

She truly acted like an angel of death earlier, whom possessed some comforting kindness. Now however, it was clear that the mad glinting face of pure enchained rage belonged the devil herself.

"Eek! K-Kri… M-Miss… Lenz?" Suddely fearing for her life, the brunette maid wasnt ao sudden about her earlier saviour right now.

"Who. Is. That. Sssserving? At. That. Table?"

Every word was punched in like they were each worth a liftime of seeking revenge.

The brunette maid followed her finger to a table squeezed in the corner for two. There were two Survey Corpsman sitting there, one with light brown hair and pretty tall, though his facial features seemed more like a pony than a person, and another with dark brown hair and… a cute mix of attractiveness.

And, next to the latter brunette, at which his companion was gawking, was a beautiful dark haired maid, a senior who she would never have the courage to speak to, who had her arm wrapped around the attractive man, and… was squeezing his arm right between her great mountains.

"Y-You agreed to swap with them just a minute ago, r-remember…?" the brunette quaked a bit and felt she should have bit her tongue instead of saying anything.

The blonde maid had lost all innocent adroableness and was replaced with blood drowning ire of some beautiful demon queen.

"Ohohohohohoho… is that so… you're saying I told someone to start touching the customers to familiarly?" Her eyes were red and twitcing like mad.

She loked like a beast about to lunch herself and strangle someone in front if her. As it happened, the brunette maid was the ine dirctly in front of her.

"N-N-No! I-I didn't say anything like t-that…" she was practically begging for mercy for some reason, "p-please be at ease Miss L-Lenz, our senior there is jus-"

"Ohoho... senior in bust developmnt you say..."

"I-I didn't say anything like that! Eek... just in a-age, she's just d-doing it the way she was taught t-" she squaled back at the goth maid.

"The way she was taught to be an unrefined strumpet?"

"I-I, n-no! It's n-not what you t-think Miss Lenz, I... um... look!" the brunette maid almost died inside when she realised she had taken the strangely angry girl's shoulder and pointed her back to the table, racking her brain for something to salvage her, "s-see? Our senior is j-just being friendl- polite! P-Polite w-with helping that customer with the Survey Corps sign t-to show him... how to... the best way to eat the dish, see M-Miss Lenz!"

Indeed, the mature senior with an indrecidly attractive complexion, which was making the other Survey Corps soldier across the table gawk and appear annoyed, was just holding the dark brunette's customer's spoon and talking to him friendidly... while invading just a little bit of his private space and making him look a bit uncomfortable.

And then she scooped up some more of the omlette rice and held it up to the man's mouth, about to feed him.

"A-a-a-ahhhhhh..." The brunette maid was backing away slowly. The blonde maid's face was frozen but her whole body was shaking on the spot. The plates she held began cracking from the force, splitting into two as she now saw some woman who had the audacity to lean right into her lover's ear, pretend like personal space no longer mattered and whisper something which she giggled at next to him.

"M-M-Miss L-Lenz, p-please calm d-down..." making one last attempt before cowering away, the brunette maid peaked from behind the door. The named maid turned to face her and smiled as sweetly as painfully possible.

"I'm completely calm, I just need to swoot away a fly quickly," her eyes closed and smile stretched obviously fake, the girl left for a certain destination.

The brunette maid hid for cover as she watched the development play out from around the door, hearing complaints already coming for her to get back to work. She paid no attention since she ralised only insane people worked in the service industry. Mom was wrong, and starting tommorow she was going to become a libarian.

---

A Few Minutes Ago…

Eren smashed down another mouthful of food. He guessed it tasted okay. He didn't really care.

"Psst, hey you know that sweet blonde chick." Eren smashed down his spoon onto the plate once more, ripping up another mix of egg, cheese and whatever that weird fluffy grain was which he couldn't tell.

"So small and cute… I wonder if she notices I exist?"

His spoon dug in and ripped out a unbefittingly large amount before stuffing it into his face.

"Don't be stupid, she focused on me the most and gave me the biggest smile!"

Metal struck against the plate as he stabbed the spoon down again hard.

"She's like an angel of death… I want her to punish me…"

The metal spoon literally snapped. It didn't even remember to bend, the metal just snapped.

He tried focusing on something else, other than what had just happened and was getting whispered through at the tables nearby, the Survey Corps soldiers now being the focus in the room after the incident.

"Hey, hey, the cruel maid beauty is moving again, I wish she wore some more revealing clothes or a shorter skirt…"

The table shook and cracks formed in it from an unusual aura, shrinking in size as if it had come alive from fear.

Eren stared and looked closely at her as she walked to a nobleman at the table near the window who looked to be very friendly with her. The jarring contrast between her deep black clothing with her pale white skins and her luscious blonde hair and the perfect eyes and the tender pink lips he had sucked the life from a number of times to both their pleasure and the slightly darker than usual eyelashes and the white strings just below her breasts and the reflecting shoes and the cute black neckband and the double frills and th-

"HEY, I SAID I'M TALKING TO YOU," Jean yelled, with a mixture of annoyance and fear.

"Eh- Huh, what?" Regaining his composure and surroundings, he asked simply.

"Eren," Jean opened his mouth slowly and then nodded towards a blonde maid "who is that girl?"

…

"…" He stared dumbly at his former rival.

He studied Jean's unchanging face closely and then realised what he had just asked.

Eren turned round to where his Historia was still being bothered by some random guy, when she would much rather be getting kissed hard against the wall by him right n-… when she would much rather spend some time in his company while they both stared disbelievingly at how dumb Jean was right now.

"Hey, answer me you bastard, where did you meet her, hah?!" Jean seriously appeared to not be able to tell. Unable to even recognize a girl he once recalled him mentioning was like a goddess to him.

Just like everyone else around him. Eren decided he would never figure out how the cadets had such bad taste.

"Jean…" Eren rubbed his forehead in exasperation. He knew that the accredited horse-face had more eyes for someone else, or at least in the past he certainly had some clear desire, but it was still disappointing. "… Do you serious not-"

"Afternoon, handsome masters!" A suddenly tall, exceptionally attractive young woman suddenly appeared, her voice sweet as honey and innocent music to their ears.

They had been interrupted by a dark haired beauty, that oozed maturity and had maximized her sex appeal to the limit with thick glossy lipstick and a clear show of her skin at some places, not to mention her very large... assets.

Not that Eren was looking, it was just a little hard to not notice when they were practically bouncing in his face.

"Is your food to you satisfaction?" The seductive voice laid a honey trap again. Jean looked like he had already gotten trapped in it, the first time round, and just nodded dumbly.

The bountiful maid looked between the two and then suddenly set her eyes on Eren. The Titan shifter looked carefully away, trying to get back to his lunch.

Until the woman slid right into the seat next to him.

"What th- what're you doing?!" Eren panicked, having his seat invaded and suddenly just getting leaned on by this random girl.

"Hmm, I'm just providing you company and warmth, m-a-s-t-e-r~" the black haired seductress licked her lips as Eren quickly got freaked out. He heard the clatter of Jean's spoon falling onto his plate while Eren leaned away.

"I-I'd rather if you didn't..." he tried to say. Why had this woman suddenly taken an interest in him?

"Hmm, why's that? Do you have someone already, dear customer?" Not moving back an inch, she instead grabbed his arms out of nowhere upon noticing the affirmative in his eyes. "Just forget about her for now, this is just a little fun! You came into a restaurant where only maids serve for a reason right? Here... You can touch me however much you like for today..."

Eren stomach physically recoiled. He tried pulling his arm away but the woman held onto it tight, and suddenly pulled his arm in-between her breasts. He grimaced at her, honestly repulsed at what was going on, especially considering Historia was literally in the same room as him.

Even if he wasn't in a relationship with Historia, he wasn't comfortable with this sort of thing, nor into starting relations like this.

"No thanks, I'm not interested," he replied, unpeeling her fingers with his spare hand and brushing her away.

The woman blinked, surprised. And then her smile grew ever more uncomfortably devilish. "Ho? Aren't you clearly infatuated with whoever you are with..."

Jean was still watching them, blinking back and forth. The female maid still sat right next to Eren, pressing her thighs against him. She grabbed the spoon which Eren had dropped and began twirling it in between her fingers.

"Say... my husband works with the government... I heard that the Survey Corps has less than a dozen members now?" the battering eyelashes and sharp eyes, "among which there is of course that Titan boy... Eren Jaeger was it?"

Neither of the two soldiers revealed anything, avoiding her discerning eyes and playing as they were meant to. On no account was the fact that Eren was right here meant to be revealed, whenever they were taking turns acting as his escort.

"He'd be an acquaintance of yours, right?" the woman turned sharply onto the Titan shifter himself. "You know... I'd be pleasured to meet him... very much so... and I'm sure both you and him would feel much the same."

Eren still didn't speak, and Jean no longer seemed a flustered mess now. The woman sighed, and then went so scoop up another piece of the omelette from his place.

"Or, is it that there's some issue with that? He's become pretty popular around here. The hero who drove out the Titans... and I hear instead of being rewarded, he was locked up for a while after returning... my, my, don't you think a hero like that should be rewarded properly by plenty of eagre attendants~?" the maid leaned into Eren's ear, bringing the spoon towards his mouth, "now, open your mouth and say 'ah'~"

Eren breathed out heavily through his nose, not opening his mouth at all. Should he quickly raise a complaint? The woman giggled at him, seeing how hard he was blushing from embarrassment.

...

He wished that this woman really would leave.

He wished that Jean hadn't been so annoying and right about how alluring the unusually basic omlette was.

And he wished that Historia was the one doing all of this to him right now instead of this woman whose name he did not even know...

...

"Hey..."

His saviour was the Queen of the Devils once more.

Eren blinked at how suddenly she appeared, as though she teleported right into the space before the table. His mood instantly brightened when he saw her... despite the cold sweat that was boiling off his body suddenly. Just how long had she been watching?

"Hmm? You're that newcomer right? The little goddess apparently..." her senior replied, not pleased to see her for some reason, "so? What do you want? I thought you relinquished serving this table? There's plenty of other customers who need attending to."

"Ohoho..." Historia smiled daggers and blades back, "judging by how you're acting, you seem to have no problems with dealing with plenty of other customers many leagues ahead of what I'll ever do. I feel your expertise is needed elsewhere."

"Hmph, well as you can see, I was just entertaining these gentlemen," throwing a hand in her hair, she let it flutter, "now if you'll excuse me, until your body develops more plentifully, there's no point in entertaining this handsome gentleman when he's clearly out of your league."

Eren gulped. He wanted to stand up right now, grab Historia's hand and leave. He wanted to at least tell Historia to not pay any attention, and have her sit next to him instead.

He's the one who felt out of her league. Yet he couldn't say that here without revealing how she was the Queen.

"No. I want her to serve me instead. Please leave." Eren confidently told the older maid. She blinked back at him disappointingly. "I'm not interested in whatever game you want to play. Find someone else."

It was quiet for a little while, and Eren only just noticed and remembered that Jean was still here, watching from the corner of his eye.

"Hmm, how boring," the maid at last got up and moved away from him, "if Eren Jaeger ever comes to the capitol, tell him there's plenty of people who would love to spend some pleasurable time with him."

...

She walked away at last, and the three were left at the table. Jean had slowly gone back to eating, while Eren waited for Historia to say something.

"Ma~ster~" she turned and stomped down her feet as she gazed down at Eren trembling before her, on the edge of his life as soon as he saw the dark smile on his sweetheart. It wasn't the first tine he had dealt with it.

"Y-Yes?" Eren replied uncertainly.

"I will be the one to service you in any way you request and be able to satisfy any of your needs alone, master~" Historia spoke without dropping a beat.

Jean spat his drink out across the table.

Eren's heart felt like it had just exploded in excitement and a stream of alien thoughts began clouding his whole mind, and before long the only thing he could focus on was Historia right in front of him, only in a private room for just the two of them.

"Please make full use of me however you wish because you sure as hell won't be having anyone else to misperform and embarrass themselves before you dear customer." Her face had not changed once, emphasising every syllable and meaning to the person on the table.

Of course it was aimed at Eren. But there was another hopefully person sitting next to him.

"W-Wait, so -" Jean's thoughts and wishes were brimming right at the edge. His hopes, dreams and passions almost didn't matter, when he was being told right now that -

"Not you. I'm talking to sexy over here," the maid looked dully at him, before turning back to the Titan shifter.

He really should be considering this a lot more cautiously, but lost in the moment, he lost all his senses at feeling this oddly familiar voice now.

"O-Oh…" Jean shrunk into himself, but suddenly rekindled his hope, "… can I get a different compliment?"

"Like what?" the maid turned back unamused.

"U-um, w-well… like h-handsome…?" He tried flaunting his hair, but stopped at seeing the vacant, uncaring look from the attractive angel of death.

"It's already taken," Historia pointed at Eren without blinking or changing her facial expression.

"O-oh… prince c-charming?"

"That's this guy," she pointed again at Eren.

"… Gorgeous?"

"Taken."

"Cutie?"

"Definitely this guy."

"Hot-bunchkins?"

"Only this guy."

"Sweetie-pie?"

"Still this guy."

"Super precious little darling snowflakins?"

"Who on earth even calls anyone that?"

"My mom did. On two occasions."

"…"

Both Eren and the maid stared right back at him in full seriousness.

"... Average looking Survey Corps guy, kindly eat up your meal now," spoke the maid like she was dead and never held any emotions in her voice. And yet, combined with that costume, he somehow felt enlightened. "Now shut up so I can talk with Eren already."

"Yes ma'am," Jean responded and went back to eating, letting this maid that felt familiar talk with E- "… wait-!"

"… Ah –" Both Eren and Historia jumped in their spots at the blunder.

Confirming his suspicions, Jean studied the maid closely again.

"You... just called him... wait-?!" Now staring back at the maid, he finally considered the recognisable features that he felt he knew from somewhere. Why Eren had looked at him appalled early. Why Eren had been acting as though he knew the maid already. Why the maid suddenly appeared back at their table. All of it became connected in Jean's mind. "Wh… hey… it's… I didn't recognize you... wait-! What are you doing here?!"

"Eh?!" the maid jumped back and looked a mix of uncertainty back at him, and a sign of acceptance that he had figured things out now, "y-you finally noticed then…"

Jean nodded, looking again and noticing all the changes that had been applied for an unusually effective disguise.

"I mean, shit you had me clueless when you're looking like that, you're in a place like this…" He rubbed his head and stood up, placing hid hands on the shoulders of the maid in attempt to be comforting, yet ending up with the opposite effect.

"Y-yeah alright… it's good at least that you couldn't recognise me for this long..." Historia stepped back at let Jean's arms fall, standing besides Eren's seat now. "So, could you please keep this a secret, Jean?"

"Yeah, course I will, but…" Jean reassured, and took a deep breath before gazing at what he was actually looking at.

Stepping back in closer, at a point where Historia leaned back a little again and Eren looked a little annoyed at, they both heard Jean speak in a hushed voice.

"Armin, what are you actually doing…?"

...

"…" The maid became wordless and stared at him like he was dust.

"No… Jean… no…" Eren's head fell into his hand and shook it.

"Huh, what?" Jean cocked his head and guessed after looking around the establishment once more, "ah, crap! Sorry I shouldn't say your name aloud here Armin. And you're here, disguised as a girl. But it's just that…"

"Jean…" Eren could hardly hold back how appalled he was, "you cannot be this stupid..."

"Hah? What?" Jean shrugged him off, "and didn't Historia tell you to stop being such an asshole to me, remember? Anyway, Armin, explain wha-"

At that point, combined from exhaustion, disappointment and her inner wish of just hugging Eren to herself after seeing some random girl trying to make a move on him, she did just that.

Falling onto his lap sidewards, Historia decided to just give up and rest a little. She was never working in the service industry again.

---

That Evening – Wall Sina Orphanage

They were collecting up the bed covers again. It was becoming their weekendly schedule to visit the orphanage since Historia would get time off here, though Eren had to ask the commander to for time out to help sometimes.

White sheets were pulled again by the soft air, slightly warmer than a few weeks ago.

The fabrics and cloth had already been carried back home by the orphans in little groups who were eager for dinner which had been specially brought in today. Eren had signalled to Historia earlier to come talk around the snow white covers while the guards were busy.

And it provided a good cover. Behind then was the empty countryside and the back of the orphanage doors where the kids were told not to go in case they lost sight of them, meaning nobody would see them from that direction.

"Your hair has gotten longer…" she commented off-handily, when the Queen managed to send the lazy kids in as well after pulling their ears lightly and threatening to not give them any supper before they raced off.

"Ah... yeah... would you... like it if I grew it out?" he twirled his locks slightly at the thought. The Titan shifter sat down on the grass for a little, his Queen joining him, setting down a basket which she had brought over from the wagon which her personal soldiers had dragged up.

"Eh? Y-yeah, I guess... it would be an interesting look I guess..." she became thoughtful. Suddenly picturing a longer haired Eren with his looks. "Actually yes. Do it. Right now."

Eren chuckled and agreed. He had never really paid much attention to his hair and had expected the opposite since Mikasa had offered to cut his recently. He guessed he had a reason to decline now... and an excuse to avoid them again...

He suddenly felt a light tug on his hair, seeing Historia pick at a curl and swirl it around her finger playfully. Smiling fondly at her, he grabbed a bit of her own hair and started twirling it around as well. Historia didn't notice it, instead leaning in at a particular spot on his ear and nipping Eren gently.

"A-Ah... Historia..." Eren moaned, feeling the unusual place stimulating him strangely. He felt her kiss him at strange spots throughout his hair, short and fast.

When she eventually leaned back out, Eren had tried to do the same with her golden lock still in his hand. Instead, Historia stole his lips just as he was about to lean forward. She then pinned him down.

Somehow he hadn't even noticed laying on the fresh growing grass until he opened his eyes to notice the grey sky above them. "Oh… what happened to no more kisses…?"

Historia smirked and trailed a finger along his face, touching his lips tenderly before she leaned down again and forced his mouth open and dived her tongue in.

Eren was dizzy with how unusually possessive Historia felt right now. And he loved it. That was the only thing he could tell or care for right now, nothing else mattering just as always and every time.

A lingering thought of wishing he could mix his hidden relationship, with everything else that he was struggling over, was the only other thing that he vaguely registered.

Pushed down against the earth, Historia was devouring and drowning him in arousing liquids and hot breaths. He felt something bite against his tongue, before releasing his own tongue had managed to snake into Historia's own and she had lightly bit him with a teasing look.

"There..." she let him fall against the earth again and got off him, "that's my revenge. You now have the right of kissing me again. I'm a benevolent ruler after all."

"Right... Thank you for your... benevolenticness, your Highness," he smiled and arched his back upwards. 'What the hell does that even mean...' he thought. "Or do you really just want to still serve your master this eagerly?"

Historia's eyebrow twitched at the memory. She had gone up and gotten lost in the moment again. And yet... she felt she said every word with utmost sincerity. "Oh yes, master~~~, I really want to serve you so badly, right now. Would you like dinner, a bath or perhaps me~."

Eren was having a hard time not sniggering right now and keeping up with their teasing. Historia, while beet red and looking like she was about to faint again, had leaned in and looped her hands around Eren's neck. "I-I'll have you I guess, but you'll need some punishment for your earlier poor performance."

"Ah, does master really want to punish me~?" the Queen cooed at him and batted her eyelashes, "what must I do to redeem myself, master~?"

Leaning into her ear, Eren whispered.

"You'll have to promise to never play Krista in anyway..."

"..." Historia went quiet for a moment. She then let go of her arms around Eren and turned her body round, so that her back was now leaning into Eren's chest, and his chin was resting on top of her head while she sat in his lap.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and cuddled her gently, telling her how he understands.

"... With you... when we're alone... I can be completely honest..." she spoke quietly but loud enough for him to hear, "... if you asked most people, who they would rather, then... you know they would pick Krista over me..."

"Yeah, I know..." he replied, "but you don't need to care what others think, if... they can't just remove you as the Queen anymore... I wouldn't let it ever happen anyway, but they can't. But... but... you know... that..."

Eren couldn't finish what he was saying. Because he wasn't really any different in that regard. They both had to act in front of people. Hiding lies and keeping secrets of the lives which they lived for and by their own wish, they both had held an old front and cover on their intentions.

"Eren..." she called his name and soothingly stroke his arms, "... I don't... know if it will. But maybe the day will come where someday we don't have to act in front of everyone, I know... I know... You know... even if we're acting like our past selves on the surface... we're both different now, right?"

"Yeah, I know, but..." he grit his teeth in frustration. None of it was directed at her though he could see it was making her struggle as well. "but... I... I don't like it. I hate it."

"I do too." Historia reassured him, snuggling herself around his body, "but right now... you've got to keep masking it... you've got to keep playing the act that you must never fall for again... we both do..."

"..." Eren dragged his chin across her head before laying his forehead on her. "... It's frustrating."

"I know," she whispered back.

"... I don't know what to do... I... want to make it so that you don't have to act like Krista ever again, but... I just don't know how..." He let a few tears drop in secret. He felt a few on his hands as well. Where they his or hers?

Unable to tell, he could only focus on the comforting presence of the girl who supported him alone. He could go back. He could go back to his friends right now and apologise for the recent distancing from them. He could let them support him as well instead of burdening Historia alone.

But he didn't want to. There was no way he wanted to burden them ever.

Historia was only carrying his weight alone because...

It was her that...

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Half an Hour Later...

"Hey anyway... um..." Historia spoke up after they had stayed like that silently until the invisible tears disappeared, "... Happy Birthday Eren..."

"Eh? Oh..." Eren blinked in surprise, remembering after all what started this, "... oh right, it's today isn't it."

"Hmph," she pouted at him, "... is that all your going to say?"

"Uhh... yeah?" he shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

Historia glared at him, before moving slowly towards the basket she had brought with them and pulling out the cover that she had frantically added earlier this evening.

"You made me feel so genuinely happy when you told me it was the day I was born," the Queen reminded him, "and... it's the same for me... but me repeating the same thing makes it lose value you know..."

"Then don't say it," he smiled, dismissing Historia's obvious refusal to it, "that was... just the truth... besides, you're my present right?"

"Eeh?!" she squeaked and blushed, "y-yeah, I am, but... um... we can't do it here..."

"Wh- N-No, I didn't mean it like that!" Eren panicked at the implication, "I-I... it's just... I'm not ready for that yet..."

"I know~," Historia smirked at glee at him, caught in a trap he was happy to stay in forever if he could, "but master~, didn't you say earlier that you wanted me~."

"Yeah... but I meant for just kisses and stuf-" She kissed him, cutting him off quickly.

They sighed pleasantly together as the sky slowly darkened and the bedsheets were still hiding them.

"Anyway, I've got a different present for you..." Historia broke away, and turned around to pick something out of the basket. Two somethings, Eren noted. "Close you eyes."

Eren did as he was told and waited, hearing two steps on the soft ground advance towards him. Something was thrown around his neck and he opened his eyes.

"Oi!" Too early it seemed as Historia spread her fingers apart into a 'V' shape and poked both his eyes close at the same time. "Wait one more second.

He nodded while scratching his eyes a little after the jab. He noticed something around his shoulders right now. It was still generally cold in the early spring, ever since he arrived here and dropped his military great jacket off by the wagon with Jean's stuff to keep it from getting dirty.

Eren only had his old tunic still on with a short vest on top that he had borrowed from Armin and was really much too small for him. He hadn't had his longcoat back either ever since it apparently had shrunken a few weeks ago and Historia had taken it.

It didn't feel like a scarf, like the one he used to wear before he had passed it on to Mikasa, now 7 years ago. It was bigger, and much more suited for the slowly increasing cold of night right now.

"Okay... you might as well open your eyes anyway..." Historia hesitantly spoke. As soon as he did so, Eren noticed just what he had been looking for.

She was already holding it up so that it would not be dragging across the ground, while pretty much unable to put it on him without naturally giving away what it was.

"Ah, so you did find it again..." Eren gladly took it off her hands and was about to throw it on again, when he noticed what had been wrapped around his shoulders earlier.

It was like a crocheted cape but also a shoulder scarf at the same time. It was a bit similar to the pellegrina that he'd seen some of the Church priests wear but far more casual and the sort of thing which would compliment Historia's regular casual dress that she wore.

Exactly just like the one which Historia wore. Looking again, he noticed that Historia was still wearing her own as well around her shoulders, while she brushed a bit of her hair back behind her ear.

"S-So listen..." Historia called his attention once more, "I was lying a few weeks ago when I said your coat had just shrunk-"

"I figured," Eren smiled down at her. "You tore my original hoodie, the one you bought for me, didn't you... or damaged it in some way or something. You tried to sneakily buy another one for me but when I tried it on that time a few weeks ago, it was way too small, and I could tell it was brand new. You got really upset with yourself because of that and since today was coming up, you planned to knit it back for me and fix whatever you did."

"E-Eh?! You..." she looked upon him in shock. She had assumed he figured most of it out, but he should have no way to know she had been trying desperately to learn how to knit. "... You also figured out about me knitting..."

"How could I not notice the tiny cuts on your fingers?" Eren smiled and touched her hand, holding it gently and feeling the numerous small cuts around her fingers, "there's no way this was caused by you working at that restaurant. It would have to be a small, pointy blade... it basically had to be a needle. You put all your effort into it but you're still feeling bad for not getting the hang of it right now... despite all the effort you put in, you still end up feeling bad about something like that huh..."

Historia was silent, feeling Eren gently caress the tiny cuts she had accidently stabbed into herself from spending every night trying to mend his jacket.

"But... even though this jacket is the same size, I can tell it's also brand new..." he continued. "You ended up working at the maid store to get the money to pay for this jacket since you would have to get it customly ordered and would cost a lot to get such a matching version. But... instead of taking the money out from the military government's share, you wanted to earn it yourself or you'd probably be thinking it won't have the same meaning... and you wanted me out this morning since I'd figure this out, right?"

...

He sounded like someone else completely, but she felt that it was completely him that was still there.

"When did you get so perceptive..." the small Queen pouted back at him, and nodding her head slowly in confirmation. Everything he had said was exactly spot on.

Eren laughed, "you're just obvious for me to see through. You're just... too easy to understand."

"Even though your one of the only two who could actually read through me..." she argued back. He used to be reckless. He know just acted reckless. "But... really, you're... pretty clever... or... you just became clever somewhere recently... or maybe 'clever' isn't the right word to use, but... you're much more collected and aware now..."

"I guess... maybe because I had someone to open my eyes," he bowed down to peck her on her cheek to her blushing surprise before throwing the longcoat through the air and pulling his arms though the sleeves easily this time.

The soft orange shoulder cape-scarf, was still wrapped around his shoulders as he finally had his longcoat back. Albeit, it was a different one, however he was glad that Historia had chosen it herself that time several months ago.

"I-I'm still going to knit back your first one back together someday, okay?" she rubbed her hands and fingers again, having born no result to her efforts, "and m- that little shoulder cape was just for matching things..."

"Even though this is the one you've worn until now?" Eren smirked again as another little annoyed firework lit up in her head again, "the one your wearing is also brand new... and this one still has your lingering scent in it..."

"Ah... you got that as well..." she sighed in defeat. Wasn't the idea for at least a bit of it to be a surprise? It wasn't fair when he had done just that, given her true warmth at night and she couldn't do anything in exchange...

Eren chuckled, walking past her and looking into the basket again. They should really start collecting up the bedsheets properly soon as it was quickly getting almost completely dark now. Looking down into the basket, Eren leaned down and pulled out the remaining dark brown piece of clothing that was left.

Pulling it out, he realised that it was the other copy of his jacket, the smaller version which he couldn't fit. He turned back around his shoulders to see Historia sulking a little and trying to think of something.

"Oh, E...ren..." Historia turned around to him when she felt him looking at her and Eren took the chance to fling it around Historia's back, swinging it through the air, just as the hood feel down on top of her head as he brought it down to cover her golden hair.

She blinked at him, before seeking the sleeves with both her hands and pulling the rest of it on. Eren took a step back and smiled. "You look cute like that."

"Hmph, it's not like I wanted matching hoodies and cloaks or anything," she pouted at him and pretending to look cross again.

Eren vaguely considered how she missed the 'idiot' line but was caught in the moment when Historia wrapped him into a hug and pushed him down again onto the grassy floor. "H-Hey..."

She traced her finger across his cheekbone and laid a single silent kiss on him, before nuzzling her face into his presence. "... Master~?"

"... Yeah?" Eren gulped, now getting a sinister feeling from Historia again.

"Allow me to perform my exclusive ending service, reserved for you," Historia whispered, feeling his body up through his shirt hard that a sudden concern that she'd rip it appeared.

She kissed him deeply, refusing to let go as she sucked his lips dry and puffy, and then making them wet again when she licked all around with her slick tongue, returning her own moisture in place.

He moaned into her mouth, the hot air was breathed through into her cavern and made her throat tickle comfortably.

Her hands moved down his body, away from his messy hair and caressing his nape, slipping down around his shoulders and onto his chest.

And then even further down.

"A-Ah, Historia?!" Eren pulled away, gasping as he felt her hand and blushing like mad. "W-What… are you…"

He felt her hand at the spot. One arm was still snaked around him and pressed its heat across the side of his face, trying to pull him back into the kiss now only connected by a single trail of saliva that was sticking across his clothes. Her other hand…

"I-I'm confiscating this," Historia's pale skin was far closer to the colour of fresh apples that had grown fully and were ready for picking than any ordinary blush.

Her voice and body trembled, as she suddenly massaged the outline between his pants and what lay directly beneath, separated by only a couple thin layours.

"Eh?!" Reaching down one of his own hands, he gently took hold of her wrist and pull her hand away from the already hard and growing part of his body that she refused to budge from.

Instead, Historia snaked his hand off and felt the spot between his legs up and down, gasping into his ear and watching him muffle a whimper of delight at her feel. She saw Eren looking at her from the corner of his eyes, looking excitedly at her, but also uncertain. She leaned into his shoulder.

"This is royal property from now on," she whispered into his ear seductively and confidently this side, now that he couldn't see her read steaming face which was hidden in his luscious dark brown curls.

"W-What exactly do you mean?" Eren gulped, unable to resist her even if he wanted to. His pants were far too tight, feeling like he would explode if she kept just stroking over the top of the fabric.

But he also didn't feel the time was quite right yet for that.

"T-This…" she gripped him once more, forcing him to swallow his breath to not moan, and then lifted her hand of, slipping out from his shoulder and onto his chest again. She stared into his eyes and kissed his lips. "And this."

Leaning down, she gently bit his neck, and sucked at his tough skin, leaving her mark and whispering "this too… I'm confiscating it all for personal use of her royal Majesty… I hope there are no complaints."

His head felt dizzy, only able to respond to hr by pulling her in and kissing her more, losing his hands and threading through her hair and pulling it lightly through his hands, feeling the incomprehensible smoothness.

"Sorry, but I do," he pecked her up and down her neck in short, quick breaths, "it already belongs to a Historia Reiss, the girl beneath the crown and all masks. You'll have to deal with her, but I don't think she will be very willing to share."

Their eyes connected, longingly, pushing away everything else that mattered away, running away from the world that hurt them so much and continued to drag them down.

They would have to return to that world to bear what they had to. And what they chose to. Getting away from it, just for the moment, was all that it was.

"Mhm. Historia is here now then, to remind you who you belong to," the devilish smirk made her look like a true Devil, ruling all of the Earth around here, only wishing to rule a single thing. For one single thing to belong to her.

Eren smiled, and smashed their lips together, furiously making in and out of her mouth, both of them holding firmly down on the other's head and tying to suck each other's faces off.

The moaning became sloppy and filled with messy mumbles, muffled by the abnormal amount of liquids mixing in their mouths, practically drowning them.

Their tongues swam like serpents through ocean and land, and then transforming into much more smooth motions, like swans or ducks gracing the waters.

Heat caused their spines to shiver from cold intense delight, both mouths so sensitive to any sudden touch after being rubbed so hard against each other moments ago.

Eren pulled out of her hair, and cupped her face just as he felt Historia copy him instinctively. They opened their eyes at the same time and smiled through the gentle tongue touching, cheeks aching a little as they realised both and been smiling furiously the whole time and were stretching their cheek muscles to the point they were starting to burn.

They didn't care, and began another sudden storming of each other's mouths, nipping at each other's teeth and scooping up and in circles through all unexplored regions of the other's caverns, ravaging every space they could find and claiming it all as their own.

Explosions run through nerves, causing them to twitch and grind against each other, cores over a dangerous point above the other and hearts up together.

The thought to tear the other's clothes off tried to seduce their minds but they pushed it back for now, despite the tortuously hot and slightly damp feelings they had in their lower regions, both could only try to merge face first.

The satisfaction of uncontrollably thrashing tongues into each other, sloppily swishing around as if they had their own will and then ramming them up against and all around each other's again was unmatchable and already enough to keep them entranced for lifetimes, let alone this single moment.

They managed to breath at least for a second when separating, several enormous mass collections of saliva were adjoining their lips at half a dozen spots, refusing to part from the merged mess of unchainable and free feelings.

Historia could feel his massive length beneath her, her own sitting directly above, cloth ever teasing them, before they ignored it again and delved into each's mouth in another powerful kiss.

Their chins were drenched from the copious amounts of liquids spilling out from the collections of mixed saliva like reservoirs that both had.

They wanted to stay like that for at least another hour before they had to go back. Noticing the stars now coming out to the sides of the goddess of the sun above him, he agreed to seeing the rest of Historia's surprise for her 'master', as she was calling him for just this day apparently, in her own private room.

That of course meant more of Historia teasing him with hot makeout sessions, and making him strip off his shirt. He hadn't mustered the courage yet beyond that, as he considered what this was soon leading up to as the next stage of a relationship, while he helped Historia reach up and pull down the sheets that she would fold.

"Hey, maybe we should wear the shoulder cape on top of the longcoat?" Historia suggested to him as they properly began piling up the covers in the remaining basket and trying to compress them in as much as possible.

"Yeah, then we need to start wearing underparts on the outside, get some masks and a 'E' and 'H' letter painted on our shirts," Eren thought of the memory he had scene, and the ideas that had been brought to life in other places. He struggled to believe they were even in the same time sometimes, "we can use ODM gear to fly. You can be the supervillain and I'll be the henchman I guess."

"Hm? So that's another thing they do in that place..." Historia commented of what went on beyond the other side. "They've got some really unusual but nice ideas there as well..."

"Yeah, I guess so..." Eren scratched his ear a little, "are you thinking... of starting with the orphans here and celebrating their birthdays?"

"That would be really nice, right?" Eren nodded back in answer, "but the problem is that the kids from the underground don't know when they were even born... when they don't know what season it even is on the surface, it's hard to start something like that..."

"You could still start right? Like with celebrating..." Eren trailed off while they worked and discussed all sort of things.

He sometimes found it strange how they could always keep a conversation, never growing tired of talking to that girl he had once avoided completely and while he disliked her, he really had held no interest to that girl.

But this girl was completely different.

And he wanted for her to no longer have to act behind an old mask someday.

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Btw, Goth Maid Historia is basically as she is in the AoT game with that outfit, if you just search it up lol, dunno how well I did at describing it but then I often find things after reading them in any media to come out differently than I pictured in movies, but yeah…

Also I heard it's Japanese kiss day apparently… 3 days ago that is… so there's light kissu ^ I guess... someone educate me on how kisses feel like/are done so I can envision things better lmfao.

Warning Manga Spoilers:

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The powerful Titan shifter stared into the dawn of yet another day.

"I'll locate Zeke," he told the big group of soldiers behind him, "that's it."

They dispersed almost immediately, scurrying to their command and hideouts as per the orders they had been instructed with beforehand.

The man was soon left standing alone again, with only a small squad awaiting him to follow.

Staring into the pure white light, many memories came back.

His hands wandered through the dark brown longcoat that carried her scent and feel that he had longed for so long.

He had recognized it immediately.

The several pockets could be felt. A piece of paper, a note of some sort, and the carefully sewn together stitches on the back of it, filled with the unrelenting effort of small hands working her best night after night.

He hoped the day he could throw off his own old mask wasn't too far away.