Shingeki no Harem

by monster646

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9. Chapter 9

Shingeki no Kyojin is owned by Hajime Isayama.

Major Manga Spoilers! Be warned.

Chapter 7: Eren x Frieda

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Because of the unforeseen circumstance that was his titan form throwing up that blue crystal. Hanji had looked torn between a mix of concern for his wellbeing and the other half teeming with curiousness and caution at what Annie had to pry from out of his titan's throat. According to Mikasa, it was only after Historia had made contact with his titan form did he start to convulse and falter.

"So... that definitely isn't normal?" Connie asked a bit disgusted as Annie's titan set the crystal down on the ground.

Hanji was walking every which way around the human sized crystal, examining it for any signs of cracks or other sorts of damage. And much to her shock or rather, her knowledge, the crystal was completely sound, not a sign of damage to be found. "Amazing. This is similar to the crystal Annie had trapped herself in except... this looks far more protective, thicker to the point we can't even see what's inside except for that outline."

Eren strained his eyes to see the outline better for himself. With the crystal lying on its side, Eren saw the shape of the object that was within. It was dark, just the outline of it, but it almost looked like a drawing that had been in one of his father's medical books; a fetus. But that was crazy, this shape was far too big to be any sort of normal fetus. If anything, it looked like a full grown person curled in a fetal position.

But how? He had never eaten anyone as a Titan Shifter; only his father when he was transformed into a mindless titan. This crystal looked to even resemble the blobs mindless titans threw up when they ate too many people and couldn't hold anymore in their stomach.

Hanji was suddenly in front of him, her single eye blazing with emotion. "Eren, do you think you can do what you did with Annie's crystal and whiddle your way to whatever's in there? This is completely unheard of in all the research I did before becoming Commander. What was the last thing you ate as a human? The answer to that may lie inside that crystal this very moment."

"Commander!" Mikasa helped Eren to his feet. "Eren is tired and needs his rest. We cannot risk damage to his health."

Steam hissed from the Female Titan's neck as Annie's torso poked out. "I'm going to have to agree with Ackerman on this one. Even back in Marley, there was never a candidate who coughed out a crystal like this one."

"You don't even know what it is?" Sasha called up to Annie.

"That's what I just said."

"I'm feeling a better now," Eren said as he stood up fully. "If you need me to transform again to try and break it open-,"

"Forget about that," Levi shut down that notion. "We're not about to risk anything with this thing. We should call it a wrap, for now, get back to the walls and get this thing someplace secure."

"We didn't bring any carts to haul this thing in though," Jean pointed out. "I don't think any of us thought Eren would just belch like that."

Armin was thinking. "Well, we do have a Titan Shifter here with us." He looked up at the still Female Titan with Annie's torso poking out from the nape. "Would you be good to carry it back, Annie?"

"I don't consider myself a pack mule, but since you asked nicely," her titan hand picked the crystal up. "Keeping up with your horses shouldn't be a problem."

"Yeah, we all know how fast you can run," Jean whispered to himself with a hint of bitterness about their first expedition.

"I'm not that far up that I can't hear you," Annie called down as her titan stood up fully.

"Enough," Hanji said. "We found what we intended, for now, we focus on getting back to the walls. Are you okay to ride, Eren?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Eren answered as Mikasa let go of his arm and went to go grab his horse. Everyone seemed to be saddling up themselves except for Historia who came up to him with a very guilty looking expression.

"I'm... sorry, Eren," she apologized. "I didn't know that was going to elicit that reaction."

"Don't beat yourself up about that," Eren told her. "No way you could've known."

"I know. Whenever we made contact before it was always when you were human and it was usually under a different sort of circumstance. It looks like we let personal affection cloud our judgment."

"You have a point," Eren had to admit. While his visit to Historia had initially been to see if they could access any of his other memories, things had quickly taken a more intimate route. "But, maybe be careful of who you say that around." They were still in public and even though the others were a bit away gearing up their horses, Connie had a knack for showing up at bad times.

"It's only Mikasa," Historia referred to the ravenette who brought Eren's horse over along with her own. "With her skill, she'd know if anyone was listening in."

"They're not," Mikasa answered. "But the Captain is looking this way."

Historia nodded. "Then we best be off as well. But even still, accident or not, I do feel responsible for what happened. Perhaps I can make it up to you once we return. I seem to recall you saying I could make a living giving massages."

"His shoulders and sides of his lower back are the most tense," Mikasa pitched in.

"How did you know that?" Eren asked. She was right, of course, but he had never complained about where his muscles tensed before after a day of training.

"I just know," Mikasa told him.

"Okay," he slowly nodded. "But how do you know?"

"I just know," Mikasa said again. Eren wasn't about to push her on it. If she knew, she knew and that was what mattered to Mikasa.

Once Eren was on his horse, he headed over to where the rest were riding, Annie in her titan form off to the side of them still holding onto the crystal. "This does kinda suck," Connie said out loud. "I was kinda looking forward to actually being able to go into the sea."

"Not this part of the sea, you aren't," Levi sternly advised. "The plan was to have Eren go near the dock and harden his body under the water to create spikes to sink Marley's ship when it comes back."

"Or maybe this is a blessing in disguise," Armin volunteered. "Chances are, Reiner still thinks Annie is trapped, if we could use her as bait the next time the ship comes back, we could even end up saving the lives of any Eldians that would be dumped here as mindless titans."

"Hmm." Hanji thought it over. "Not a bad idea at all. With Reiner back in Marley, they'll be more pressed than ever to try and get the power of the Titans. We could use all the help we can get."

"But it really is too bad we have to leave so soon," Sasha picked up Connie's previous disappointment. "I would have loved to see what kind of food could be found in the sea. Maybe all sorts of rare fish." She started to drool.

"Wipe your mouth, Sasha," Mikasa told the brunette. "You are making a mess of yourself."

"Ee! Right, sorry!"

Jean watched the scene unfold. "Damn, Sasha. I've only seen her mother over Eren like that. Don't tell me she has a thing for you," Jean whispered that last part.

"No!" Sasha quickly denied. "We're just friends is all. And even if we were, it just means you have even less of a chance."

Connie winced. "Wow. Even I felt that one."

"Knock it off already," Levi put his foot down, silencing them all. "In case you hadn't noticed, we have bigger things going on than a bunch of bratty talk."

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Upon their return to the inner walls, a cart was provided to carry the crystal the remainder of the way to the capital Mitras where it would be kept secure in the cellars beneath the palace. Hanji would also be making the regular visits to fully check up on it and examine it fully at later times. She wasn't interested so much in what the crystal was made out of, but more as to what mysterious object could be inside of it. But even she was confused as to why Historia had wanted it placed under the palace and not resigned to headquarters.

"You're absolutely sure you want it here?" Hanji asked for the umpteenth time that day.

"Yes, I'm sure," Historia told her.

"Any reason as to why?" Hanji seemed equally curious about that as well.

"I just... have a feeling it would be safer here, I can't really explain it myself."

Hanji rubbed at her chin. "Eren, what was the last thing you remember before you were pulled out of your titan?"

"I was kind of seeing two sets of memories or thoughts at once," Eren recalled. "Since there were two at once, it all was pretty fuzzy. I remember Kruger and Frieda too, I think."

"That doesn't do us much good then, both of them are dead," Hanji deduced. "You didn't subconsciously will yourself to create that, did you?"

"No," Eren answered right away. "Whenever I use the hardening, it happens outside my body, not inside."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right, but even still it only adds to the questions I have about this. I'll be back in a few days to examine it further." Bidding them both farewell, Hanji departed from the cellar of the capital.

Once he was sure they were alone, Eren turned to Historia. "So, what was the real reason you wanted this moved here?" Even though she said she just had a feeling, Eren suspected it went a bit deeper than that.

"When you experience flashes of memory, do you ever get the impulse to act or do something in a way you normally wouldn't?" Historia asked and waited for his answer.

"Not all the time," Eren told her. "I mean I bite my hand to turn into a titan because that's what your sister used to do. But I haven't felt anything too extreme, it would probably take a big trigger to bring all sorts of memories flooding in."

"So you do know to an extent," Historia said. "Whenever I look at it, I just feel compelled to have it here, close to where I am."

Eren saw the look of concern and uncertainty on her face. Seeing her mood change, Eren tried to lighten it up by saying, "Gee, when you say it like that, you kind of sound like the things mother."

Her eyes narrowed a bit, but the corner of her mouth pulled upward slightly. "Really? You were the one it came out of. Besides, you should be grateful that I have access to certain medication. If I didn't, well, with all the times we've coupled, your jest might not have been unwarranted."

And she had just turned the tables on him exchanging his teasing smile for a dumbfounded expression. She chuckled at the sight. "Come on. I still owe you that massage I promised." Even if he wanted to refuse (which he wouldn't) Eren was unable to as Historia grabbed his hand and dragged him along back to her own room. But even as he looked forward to the prospect of being alone with Historia, Eren couldn't help but cast a last glance back at the crystal before they left.

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"Mikasa wasn't joking, you really do have a lot of tension near your shoulders and sides," Historia mentioned as her hands worked their way over his bare back as he laid down on the bed. Historia straddled his hips as he laid on his stomach.

"You know Mikasa, she would never joke if it came to my health," Eren told her as her hands rubbed at his shoulders. Her smaller hands seemed suited to working out the knots that were beginning to form. They also sent a tingle along his spine whenever her hands drifted to the center of his back.

Her hands dipped lower to the sides of his lower back. Her fingers danced along, tickling his sides. "Gnn." Eren gave a slight chuckle.

He could feel Historia lean closer as her loose golden hair brushed against his ear. "Are you ticklish?"

"No," he answered way too quickly. He didn't have to look at her to see the smile.

"Really? So, if I do this, it doesn't bother you?" her fingers buried into his side.

"Gnhee, no, it doesn't both me at all. Besides, what you just did was more of a poke than a tickle."

"I'm the one giving the massage, I decide what is a tickle and what isn't," Historia ordered.

"So... what, are you the Massage Queen or something?"

"Well, I am Queen, and I am giving you a massage, so... yes. I am." She leaned forward to the point she was practically pressing her body parallel to his own. Her hands moved to his upper shoulders and near the nape of his neck. At that point it was like tremors of sparks were running through his body. "Do you feel more at ease now?"

"Actually... yeah." The knots in his muscles felt like they had never existed in the first place. "You probably could open your own business on the side."

"You've mentioned so before," Historia recalled. "So how does it feel to be my first customer?"

"I feel that you want payment," Eren told her.

"Hmm-hmm," Historia hummed next to his ear.

"If you move, I can get my wallet."

"Your cash is no good here," Historia told him. "But I do expect payment." He felt her shift her weight off of him and to his side. "Arm up please." Eren raised his arm and Historia rolled into place beside him. "Arm down now."

"And what kind of payment is this?" Eren asked as she snuggled her body against his.

"Cuddles," she answered. "As fun as that other night was, things got a bit cramped when it came time to sleep. You can repay me by giving me a proper cuddling." The top of her head brushed under his chin. "I would very much enjoy it."

"Bit of an odd request for a Queen to make," Eren said as his arm pulled her closer. "But you're saving me money."

"Queen Historia is retired for the day," she said. "Right now I'm the Queen of Cuddles." Her head tapped the bottom of his chin. "Forehead kiss, please."

Eren had to shift a bit to bring his free arm around to brush aside some of her loose blonde hair before pressing his lips to her forehead. "Hmm." Historia hummed in content as she nestled closer to his body some more.

While the two drifted to sleep sometime later, below in the cellar, a crack appeared in the crystal.

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By the time the next morning came around, Hanji came around as well to further examine the state of the crystal. Much to her express surprise as well as Eren and Historia's, there was a very visible crack in it. "And neither of you touched it at all?" Hanji asked again as she sketched the shape and dimension on her notebook.

"No, Commander," Eren answered. "We never touched it."

"I see," she wrote something down. "And neither of you did anything last night that might have caused it to crack?"

"No!" Historia quickly answered. "It is as Eren said, we did nothing to cause it. It is as much a surprise to us as it is to you." Under different circumstances, Eren would have found her reaction funny given how she orchestrated an orgy the other day and was embarrassed at being asked if they did anything intimate last night. They hadn't, Historia was satisfied to just cuddle.

"Alright," Hanji said. "Forgive me for asking, I was only curious." She sighed. "And will you reconsider having it moved to a more secure location?"

"I would still have it remain here," Historia told her. "It was only a single crack, you have taken all the observations you have, correct?"

"...Yes, I suppose I have. But any further development, come and tell me straight away," Hanji said as she closed her notebook. "I'll be back soon to see if any further changes occur." She left after getting nods from both of them.

"What do you think is in there?" Historia asked as soon as they were alone.

"No idea, really," Eren honestly answered. "I didn't focus on any one thing when it came out so I have no idea. You have any idea?"

"I can't really answer that either, but..." her eyes were drawn back over to the crystal and the dark shape that rested within.

"But, what?" Eren pressed for her to finish.

"Does whatever's inside look like it's getting bigger to you?" Historia asked. Eren looked over to where she was looking. Indeed, the shape inside seemed to have expanded a bit.

"It kind of seems like a fetus in a womb."

"So what comes out when it's born?" Historia asked the question that neither of them knew the answer to.

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After the incident with the crack and Hanji's vow to continue to try and crack at its mysterious origin and nature, Eren decided to share this new development and information with Petra at the hospital. The veteran scout had of course been absent when they all set out for the ocean and would want to know that all those who had died were not in vain. Eren even wanted to relive the experience of seeing the sea for the first time. Once she was finally cleared from the hospital, no doubt she would want to ride out with them again and actually see it for herself.

When he entered her room, she was actually able to greet him standing up and walked over to give him a hug. "The doctor will probably prescribe crutches to me soon so I'll be able to at least work my legs some more," she had told him with much enthusiasm. It was nice to see Petra smiling again. Eren was reminded of himself as a kid even after he would get banged up in fights, he would always be cheery to go and hang out with Armin soon after.

Naturally, she was curious as to what they had found out beyond the walls and Eren told her exactly what in as much detail as he could muster, finding it hard to keep the excitement out of his own voice while doing so. But again, his excitement was mostly do to wanting to see Petra's reaction to it all as a dark fact that Marley was out there and wanted all of them dead for simply existing.

But Eren had kept on a satisfied face as he had yet to even tell her that Annie was the Female Titan and working under the Survey Corps now. He knew he would have to tell her eventually, but seeing her joyous expression at being told about the ocean and sandy beach made him want to savor her good mood a bit longer. Of course, that in turn warranted a feeling of gratitude from Petra as she wished to properly thank him for ensuring that every scout that came before had not died in vain.

Unlike last time, Petra was feeling a bit more adventurous this time around as she opted to want to further strengthen her legs but still keep a position that would not be too strenuous. So she opted for the both of them to stay completely vertical the entire time.

After locking the door to ensure no hospital staff came intruding in on them. After that, Petra told Eren to hoist her up by her waist against the wall and once her waist was level with his, she was able to wrap her legs around him to secure herself while leaning back against the wall to make sure she didn't put too much stress on her recovering legs. And with their waists now level, it also made it easier for Petra to take him inside of her.

Having found himself in a similar position with Annie previous, Eren knew to lean forward before actually rocking his hips as it would make it easier on Petra. As he easily slid back and forth while rocking on his toes, Petra wrapped her hands around his neck for better support and nodded before touching her forehead to his as a sign that he was allowed to go faster as she had adjusted to this new position.

Eren took a few steps closer to the wall, pushing Petra back against it more and increase the amount he was able to move into her as a whole. "Hhaa..." Her soft breath hit his face as Eren began to rock his hips some more once she had adjusted to the new height and speed. She seemed to want to clamp around him, to pull more of him inside than there was already.

More than once Petra had to move her head to bite on his shoulder to stop herself from crying out as Eren hit a sensitive spot inside of her. A good thing too, through Petra's breath and moans in his ears, Eren could still hear hospital staff walking by in the hallway. It was a downside to assuming intimate relations in the middle of the day, but it also brought about an urgent sense of secrecy that neither had felt before. It spurred them both on to want to pleasure the other but to do so that would not alert any passerby.

Planting a kiss on Petra's exposed neck, Eren leaned forward some more, eliciting a muffled moan from Petra. "Er-nnghh!" He felt her tense around his length as her legs wrapped around his waist started to slack as her strength began to fade from her orgasm. Eren himself didn't last much longer either as he felt his own release take him and his own legs shook from the sensation.

"Hhh gnnnhaa..." Petra breathed heavily as Eren set her down on the bed as he began to pick up the clothes they had both discarded. "Well... I do believe I've expressed my thanks to you for a job well done."

Eren brushed some sweat from his brow, feeling his hair clinging to it. "And do you feel rewarded for making a head on your recovery?"

"Very much," Petra said. "I wouldn't mind if you became a doctor here and helped further the process along."

"I wouldn't want to do anything that might set you back though."

"How considerate, but I trust you know what you're doing," Petra told him. "I'm really looking forward to being back at headquarters and readjusting there. Maybe that'll be sooner rather than later."

Eren nodded. "Yeah, I'd be great to have you back." But it would also mean she would find out about Annie as well. He felt a spasm in his stomach and he placed a hand over it to try and ease the feeling.

"Are you alright?" Petra asked as she finished putting on the last of her clothing. "I didn't make you feel disgusted, did I?" she said to try and lighten the mood he had felt.

"No, you were great, I just... sudden pain is all." He didn't know why, but he just envisioned the crystal back in the capital. "You wouldn't be offended if I had to get back to Mitras all of a sudden, would you? There's something I forgot back there."

"Well I can't exactly chase you down if I think you're just taking advantage of me," Petra said with a teasing tone. "I'll still be here, hopefully not for long, but I'll be here."

"Thanks," Eren told her. "I'll be sure to be by again soon." But as he prepared to head back to the capital, he had no idea what he would find once he got back there.

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"That can't be good, can it?" Eren stared at the rapidly fracturing crystal in front of them. He, Historia, Mikasa who insisted on staying close to ant new development, and Annie being under his supervision watched as more cracks started appearing on the surface.

"Something is going to come out, isn't it?" Historia asked with her eyes glued to what was happening in front of her.

"How should I know?" Annie asked not wanting to sound afraid by what was happening. "But if you want my honest opinion, we should probably stand back."

More cracks began to spider along the surface and Eren felt Mikasa grab his arm and pull him back right before the crystal split in half pouring gallons of blue liquid onto the floor along with a solid shape curled into a fetal position.

"It's... a girl," Mikasa was the first to speak as she peered down at the naked form of the dark haired girl lying motionless on the ground.

Historia's eyes were wide as she took in the sight of the new addition. "That's..." she tried to move over to touch the girl, but Annie grabbed her from going any further.

"You out of your mind, Your Highness? You seriously going to touch... whoever she is?"

"You don't understand," Historia shook her head and tried to get free of Annie's grasp. "That isn't just any girl, that's-"

"Frieda," Eren finished as he examined the face of the sleeping girl. She appeared to be the same age of around 18 when she had been devoured, not having aged a day. Her face was very much like Historia's and her mouth was open slightly too when she slept.

Mikasa looked at him with concern. "Eren, that isn't possible. Frieda Reiss died the night you got your titan powers."

"But, that's her," Eren insisted. "I've seen her in memories. It is her."

Mikasa looked uncertain. "Eren, that can't actually-"

"Hnnn," a whimper escaped from Frieda's slightly agape mouth as her blue eyes began to open. Sure enough, they were the same shade as Historia's and the ones he had seen in the mirror before. Her eyes began to move around and she had to squint quite a bit like she was having to readjust to the light all over again.

"Annie, please!" Historia pleaded with the other blonde. "I have to go over to her, please!" In a small moment of compassion, Annie let her go but kept behind her in case something went dangerously.

"Frieda!" Historia knelt next to her half sister. "Frieda, is that really you?"

The other set of blue eyes moved to study Historia's face like she was seeing a ghost. "Historia... is that... you? You look so much older."

Historia nodded. "Yes. Yes, it is me, Frieda."

Frieda blinked slowly. "I don't... what is this? Where are we? Who are-?" she seemed to become aware that they were not alone and that 3 others were currently watching them. As her blue eyes scanned over them all, they seemed to finally settle on Eren as they grew wide with shock. Eren chalked it up to being the fact that she was, well... naked, but her shock was soon turned to something that Eren recognized all too well: anger.

"You..." Frieda spoke. "You're younger than I remember you being, but it is you, Grisha Yeager!" she thought he was his father?

"Frieda, that's not-," but Historia was interrupted as Frieda raised her thumb to her mouth and then bit down on it. Mikasa moved in front of Eren to protect him from any sudden transformation, but none occurred. The only thing to result in Frieda biting her hand was blood to leak out of the fresh wound.

The fire behind Frieda's blue eyes began to disappear as she looked at her own wound in surprise. "It isn't... I don't..." the fire behind her eyes died completely as her eyes instead rolled back as her body collapsed.

"Frieda!" Historia cried as she caught her half sister before her head could hit the floor.

After the shock wore off, Eren went over to where the unconscious girl was and took off his long Scout coat to properly cover the elder Reiss sister. He would have to wash it out considering Frieda was wet with blue fluid, but moving her was probably a bigger thing to worry about. "Historia, we should probably take her a room, don't you think?"

"...Yes," she composed herself. "That would... be best, I believe." Eren nodded and picked the unconscious Frieda up and let her lead the way back to a more suitable location.

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"Look at her just... sleeping," Annie said once they had properly cleaned Frieda up and dressed her in a nightgown that fit. Historia had settled for a room adjacent to her own.

"Feeling some sort of connection with her?" Eren only half-joked when he asked that.

"Not as much as she does to you," Annie countered. "She clearly has a beef with your dad."

Mikasa touched the end of her scarf. "So... this actually is Frieda Reiss?"

"It has to be," Historia said as she sat on the bedside next to her sister. "It has to be."

"It is," Eren confirmed. "There isn't anyone else it could have been. She recognized you by name."

"How even is that?" Mikasa asked looking toward Annie.

The blonde fighter raised a brow. "You're asking me?"

"You were a Titan Shifter before I was," Eren backed Mikasa's question. "Has there ever been anything like-"

"No," Annie answered before he could finish. "I've had memory flashes of the last Female Titan, but never have I barfed her up."

"So after all the time spent in a Marley training camp, they never said anything about this?" Eren asked further.

Annie pondered. "No. But, I have a theory."

"And that is...?"

"You have 2 titans inside you," Annie began. "At Marley, we were told candidates were only supposed to have 1 each. So tell me, back at the beech, what exactly do you remember going on inside your head?"

"I saw memories from the previous Attack Titan, but also an image of Frieda and a feeling that... we weren't supposed to be beyond the walls like this."

"That sounds like the first King's belief," Historia added.

"Yeah..." Annie nodded. "This is why we are only supposed to have 1 titan each. Too many and your mind starts to go funky with certain triggers. Since you have the Founding Titan, you defied his will by going beyond the walls and seeing the sea. When you did that, that part of your titan reacted by creating some version of Frieda."

"What do you mean a version of her?" Historia asked. "She is Frieda."

"She's a projection of Frieda, a copy of sorts," Annie said. "Frieda died a few years back, but Yeager here was never supposed to have her power. So, when he got to the sea and a royal, you, touched him, it created a copy of the last user of the Founding Titan to try and make a new one. Clearly, it failed."

"But... she knew me. She thought Eren was his father," Historia listed. "She remembers, she has to."

"Doesn't mean she's the actual Frieda Reiss," Annie said. "Memories can be shared, she probably retained some of them."

"Copy or not, she can still remember things, right?" Eren asked now.

"Maybe by contact, but who am I to say? I doubt much would happen if I touched her."

"Commander Hanji will probably lose her mind with this," Mikasa looked at the still sleeping Frieda.

"About that," Eren said drawing all of their eyes on him. "For now, I think we should keep Frieda's existence between us."

"Eren?" Mikasa asked, confused.

"You're actually going to lie to the Scouts that you idolize?" Annie asked it was hard to say if she approved or not.

"For now, yes," Eren said. "It was just something Captain Levi mentioned the other day about Historia. He said that even though she is Queen, the military still has the real power. If they wanted to use her in any way and she refused, they could always use Frieda as an incentive."

Annie actually looked a bit impressed. "Actually planning things out fully I see. Fine. I follow your lead over theirs after all."

"Of course I'll keep quiet," Mikasa agreed instantly.

Historia looked over from the bed and met his gaze. "Thank you," was all she said. "Thank you both for agreeing as well. But if you don't mind, may I be alone with her for a bit. If she wakes up, I want to be the one to explain things to her."

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They complied with Historia's request and waited outside until Historia said it was ok for them to return back inside and see Frieda. A silence had fallen over them but was surprisingly broken by Annie of all of them. "Hey, what you mentioned before about the Military having its own agenda, what do you suppose they would do to us if they found out we're keeping this secret?"

Mikasa eyed her. "Concerned for others?"

"Looking to preserve me," Annie said. "If they would turn on their Queen because she does things they don't agree with, how long before a titan shifter ends up on a dissection table or having the power passed to someone else?"

"That isn't going to happen," Eren assured her.

"You sure about that?" Annie pressed. "Your boss is the commander of one of the branches. She'll be back and see that the crystal broke open. What do you plan on telling her then?"

"I'll say... I'll say it broke on its own and that there was a skeleton inside or something."

"How convincing," Annie rolled her eyes at how vague it was. "She'll be wanting to see it then."

"I will say that it was like a titan skeleton and evaporated," Mikasa umped in. "I will not let Eren bear the burden of lying alone. Will you?"

"Of course not," Annie said. "You want me to lie, fine, it wouldn't be the first time I've deceived the military. At least with Ackerman, I know she has zero chance of blowing the ruse like Reiner apparently."

"You were exposed first," Eren reminded her.

"Yeah, and I learn from my mistakes," Annie told him. "But if there's one thing I'd be willing to come clean on... that one girl, the one from the forest, she's still alive, isn't she?"

"Petra, and yeah," Eren answered. "She's actually... another one who will be involved."

"Damn, you work fast," Annie sighed. "But, if I'm really going to be a part of this team with her as well... let me be the one to tell her about the Female Titan business."

Both Eren and Mikasa were a bit taken aback by her statement. "Annie, you'd do that?"

"Don't sound so surprised," she turned to her side to look at them. "Good girl, remember? Besides, I'm not about to let someone else fight a battle that's mine to finish. My dad always said that if I want something done right, I should do it myself. And let's face it, you still have a lot to learn about talking to girls."

That stung a bit. "Hey! I talk just fine with the both of you."

"Yeah. But this is something that screwing the other's brains out after a talk is going to fix," Annie bluntly said.

"How quaint," Mikasa said.

"don't act like it isn't true, Ackerman," Annie said. "How much of your problems or anxieties went away after your first time, huh?"

"None of your business."

"And that's all the answer I need," Annie folded her arms.

Eren raised his hands before it could go any further. "Look, Annie, if you want to tell Petra about it, fine, that's up to you. Just... handle it with care, alright?"

"No need to tell me twice," Annie gave a small nod, the only sign she let escape that she really did care and didn't want to make the situation worse.

The door to the room opened and Historia poked her head out. "You're all still here."

"How is she?" Eren asked. "Did she finally wake up?"

She nodded. "She's calmed down quite a bit once I told her where she was and what was going on, but... she still has a few gaps with her memory. Eren, would you mind coming in and... lending your back?"

"She isn't about to freak out when she sees me, is she?" Eren wanted to ask.

"I told her that you are not your father when she asked. You should be fine."

He nodded before turning to Mikasa and Annie. "You two alright if I...?"

"She does not have titan powers and poses no threat to you, it is alright," Mikasa nodded.

"You'll just be letting another woman touch your body, sounds normal these days," Annie shrugged.

With a final nod to the both of them for understanding, Eren entered and Historia closed the door behind them. Inside, Frieda was seated at the foot of the bed in her new nightgown. Her eyes shined as she looked at her sister, but they darkened a bit when she saw Eren following her in.

"Frieda?" Eren asked, finally addressing the dark haired girl.

"You..." she began, "you are Eren Yeager. The son of Grisha Yeager. Historia told me. Why has she brought you here?"

Historia took a seat next to her sister much to the elder Reiss' relief. "Frieda... Eren here can help with some of your missing memories, right Eren?"

"Yeah, it worked before, I guess there's no reason for it not to work now. What uh, what's the last thing you remember exactly?"

Frieda's blue eyes were studying him with pure concentration. "I remember being in the chapel with my family and your father showing up to plead to use the power of the titans to prevent a great disaster. Then, I woke up in that basement with my sister, you, and those two other girls. Historia informed me that we are in the capital right now and that I am here in part because of you. But, strangely enough, I remember certain flashes of seeing you now as well when I know we have never met. I am curious as to why."

Eren tried hard not to avert his eyes in remorse for what his father had done to her and the rest of her family. But if she remembered seeing things from his perspective, maybe she already knew to some extent that she was a few years ahead of that night despite still looking about 18. Her blue eyes were still glued to him, unblinking.

"Yeah, there's a way to fill you in on all you've missed out on." He looked over to Historia. "Is it ok if I... my shirt and all?"

"By all means," she gave him permission. Eren got on his knees with his back to the both of them and took off his shirt. He heard a slight gasp and as he looked behind him he saw Frieda's first response was to quickly cover Historia's eyes like she was worried she might be staring directly into the sun. "Frieda?" Historia asked.

"I... forgive me, Historia. I didn't expect a boy to take his shirt off in the company of a lady." That's right, Frieda was still the daughter of a wealthy lord, she had probably been brought up prim and proper. "I assume we just... touch his back as I once did with Uncle Uri?"

"Yes, it worked when I... well, I guess you'll see the cave again when we do this." Historia reached out her hand and guided Frieda's along with it as well as they both placed a hand near his shoulders close to his spine. The familiar tingling sensation took hold of Eren once again as he felt memories from the night his father stole the Founding Titan, how he ate his father shortly after, the training, the attack on Trost, the Female Titan, Reiner and Bertholdt, the uprising and cave, Historia becoming Queen, going back to Shiganshina, and all leading up to the ocean they had been before he coughed her up in a crystal and Annie's explanation as to how it could have happened.

Eren knew it was over when the images stopped swirling before his eyes and he felt the hands leave his back. One look behind him showed Frieda holding a hand to her head like even she was overwhelmed at what she had just seen. Historia was holding the dark haired girl's arm to support her in case she would fall.

"Frieda...?" Historia asked her sister. "Did it work? Do you... know everything now?"

"...Yes. It all... I can remember it now." Her blue eyes went to Eren who stood up alongside the two sisters. "And you..." she was looking straight at him. Frieda took a few tentative steps toward him, her eyes never leaving him. "It was you..."

Wramm! Eren felt her fist collide with his abdomen. She didn't have much muscle, but she caught him off guard and he buckled a bit from the hit.

"YOU DEFILED MY BABY SISTER!"

"Frieda!" Historia yelled at seeing her sister act out so violently.

Eren grimaced a bit from the hit. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"What's wrong with me?! What the hell is wrong with you?!" Frieda pointed accusingly at him. "I just saw everything you know! I saw all of your memories up to this point! I saw you and my sister... intimate together, it seems to have been at the forefront of your mind you lecherous pervert! And then there are 4 other girls you've been sleeping around with! What, is my precious, sweet, and adorable sister not good enough for you?!"

"That's not it at all!" Eren tried to tell her. "You saw my memories, you should know!" he wanted to calm her down but yelling probably wasn't going to do it.

"I saw you taking full advantage of that all too convenient titan power of yours!" Frieda still glared at him. "Who cares if you'll live longer, my precious baby sister should be the only woman you'd ever need!"

"Frieda, stop!" Historia grabbed the other girl by her arm. "Stop! I agreed to all of it too!"

"Historia, you sweet thing, you don't have to defend the actions of this ruffian!" Did she even see the right memories? Eren wondered. Her sweet sister was the one to suggest open sexual intimacy after all.

"I'm not defending his actions, Frieda, I'm defending my choices," Historia told her. "And I'd rather you not hit my betrothed, please."

Historia seemed to have a greater power of persuasion as the fire burning behind the elder Reiss' eyes started to die down. "I... I'm sorry, Historia. Just, seeing those memories of you like that... I reacted the way I would have as any responsible big sister would I suppose."

Eren stood back up. "Mikasa would probably agree." That earned a narrow glare from Frieda.

"I apologize once more, Historia," Frieda said. "I was feeling... overwhelmed in a way. The last I saw of you, you were a simple girl living on a farm and now, you're only a few years my junior, engaged, and Queen of these walls."

"I do not blame you for feeling overwhelmed, there have been times where I have felt the same," Historia explained. "So, would you please allow me to explain fully?"

Frieda's gaze softened when just seeing Historia. "Yes. I do believe I would enjoy that. However..." she sent a look in Eren's direction. "Would it be alright if it were just the two of us? I would feel more at ease."

"Oh. Well... if that is what you feel would be better," Historia sent a look in his direction as well. "Eren, would you mind giving us a moment?"

And risk another outburst from Frieda? "Yeah, whatever you want."

Before he could leave, his name was called. "Eren!" Historia called as she tossed him a balled up fabric. "Your shirt."

"Right. Thanks."

And again, before he left, he thought he heard Frieda say, "He seems a bit dense to me."

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Eren thought he might fall asleep on his feet as he waited for the 2 sisters to finish with their talk inside. He didn't know what they were talking about exactly, but he had a pretty general idea as to what. He was reminded to when he first discovered he was a Titan Shifter in Trost and all the confusion he had felt then. He had not identified himself as one and was confused to why he was being viewed differently all of a sudden. He had struggled with who or what he was exactly and Frieda was probably feeling much of the same thing right now that Historia was trying to ensure her about. But one thing he could rule out for certain, Historia wasn't planning on suggesting a session with her sister. It was clear the elder Reiss hated him for all his father had done.

Or maybe she didn't hate him and she was just acting like an overprotective big sister toward Historia to make up for all the time lost between them. He would at least be able to understand that better considering he had someone who acted just as overprotective toward him who had been at his side since he was only 9. But he trusted Historia's ability to ease tension and Frieda was sure to listen to the one person she was closest with.

But for all the times he had seen visions or flashes of Frieda before and knew what a caring sister she had tried to be to a young Historia, seeing her actually lose her temper like that had been a bit jarring if not a bit embarrassing as well. He had wanted to fill in the gaps of Frieda's memories, but he had no idea how to actively select which memories he didn't want her to see. In her mind, Historia could probably do no wrong and then seeing her in a sexual act... yeah, that was probably a hard reality. Her reaction was probably justified in a way and while Eren was a bit miffed about it, he could understand the anger. It was no different from the time he tried defending Armin from bullies or saving Mikasa from slavers.

The door slowly creaked open as Historia slowly came out. "So...?" Eren began.

"She's... taking a lot in right now. You'll be pleased to know she calmed down when it was just the two of us. It was... nice. It reminded me of when she used to come and visit the farm, it was the one thing I always looked forward to. I think she had memories of that too as it seemed to relax her as well. When we got to talking about you she became a bit more closed off."

"She hates me, right?"

"I wouldn't say that," Historia quickly said. "I just don't think she quite knows what to make of you yet. But, she did say she wants to speak with you alone tomorrow. For now, she just wants to rest a bit."

"Did she say what she wants to talk to me about?" Eren asked, but could probably infer that it was about her.

"Just some general things," Historia didn't sound like she believed that one bit but didn't think Frieda was going to hurt or yell at him. "You'll talk with her, won't you?"

"Yeah, of course," Eren promised.

"Thank you," Historia heaved a sigh of relief. "She was the closest I had to a friend growing up and even if the girl in that room might not be the original Frieda, she still is in a way. It would mean a lot that the two of you get along."

"I'll behave if she does."

"Good to hear. You might get a reward for that later, but for tonight, would you be ok if I shared a bed with Frieda? If she has nightmares or something like that, I'd want to be close by."

"Yeah, I get it, don't worry about it. One night with you would probably clear everything up." He said jokingly, mostly.

"You speak from experience. But try not to sound too depressed, if she isn't a cuddler I'll be sure to seek you out sometime during the night." She brushed a hand across the side of his face before going back into her room. "Sleep well."

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With the Reiss sisters occupying the main bedroom, Eren spent his night in one of the empty rooms down the hall. If the main room was for the Queen, this room was probably for another member of the royal family. The bed was a bit firm, and not as warm as usual, but that was probably just because there wasn't another person here with him. But it was quiet. He had grown accustomed to the soft breathing and feeling of Mikasa, Historia, and Annie as well as the snores from Sasha. On the plus side, he did have room to move his legs fully; a bit too much space for a bed so large.

But it was morning and once he had dressed, he went to go check in on the 2 sisters in a few rooms away from his. Knock-knock! His knuckles tapped against the wood. At this point, Eren would have felt comfortable to just walk in, but with Frieda added into the mix and her prim and proper upbringing, he didn't want to risk it.

It took a bit, but he eventually heard the faint reply from Historia from the other side. "Come in Eren." She sounded like she was only half awake. Coming inside, he was able to see that Historia had no need to worry about Frieda not being a cuddler. The dark haired girl had her arms wrapped around her younger sister, one around her shoulders and the other holding her head in place as her head rested just beneath Frieda's chin. Frieda seemed perfectly content like this and Historia seemed relaxed as well but her half-lidded eyes followed him as he entered.

"Looks like you had nothing to worry about."

"I might have underestimated her," Historia whispered. "She's holding me too tight."

She was in no real danger, but the whole scene was a bit cute. "I thought you were the Queen of Cuddles."

"Well, the Queen of Cuddles could use some help from the Steward of Snuggles right about now. I can't move a bit."

"Maybe if you think of a better name than that." He didn't really mind a pet name all that much even if they could get annoying, but he would never consent to one like Steward of Snuggles.

"The Duke of Debauchery then," Historia said.

"That's... better?" even he had no idea what to think of that one.

"Hnn..." next to Historia, Frieda began to stir. Her blue eyes flickered open, shining as she looked down at her half sister in her arms, but then going wide at seeing Eren standing off to the side of the bed. "Gnngh!" Frieda grabbed the covers and tossed them over Historia's head to cover her and pulled some more to try and hide any indecency she might be showing. "W-what are you doing here now?! Don't you know it's common courtesy to knock before entering a lady's chamber?!"

"I did," Eren said almost deadpan.

"I told him to come in," Historia poked her head out from the covers that had been tossed over her head.

"You did?" Frieda asked as she stared at her sister. "Well... he could have asked if we were decent or not before entering."

"Frieda, you are wearing a gown," Historia sat up on the bed.

"...So I am." It was clear she was running out of material to argue with.

"Look, Historia said you wanted to talk to me today," Eren tried to explain. "But if you're feeling cranky in the morning, I can come back after you dress and everything." He tried to sound polite for Historia's sake, but knowing how Frieda seemed to act around him made it a bit difficult.

"How considerate," Frieda said as she straightened out Historia's hair as the blonde girl sighed at their back-and-forth.

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Once Frieda had dressed properly, she summoned Eren inside, she was just finishing up by brushing her own hair in front of the mirror. Her blue eyes regarded him but she didn't say anything or even look like she would insult him this time. She still wasn't saying anything to him, and since they were just speaking alone, Historia would not be here to moderate.

But still, seeing the activity Frieda was doing reminded him of something that he would have to break the ice with. "You know, the first time I ever saw you in memory, you were brushing your hair."

"Truly?" she didn't sound like she thought he was lying or anything. Her eyes were distant, but she seemed curious. "I- or rather, the first Frieda, I think... one day she felt like she wasn't alone when staring into that mirror.

"So... is that what you wanted to talk to me about? Your memories."

"In part," Frieda wasn't looking at him. "Much has happened since I- or, Frieda, the first Frieda was around. My sister is Queen now and you hold the Founding Titan. I am just... seeking a meaning, I suppose."

"A meaning?" Eren repeated. "Like what?"

"That is exactly what I am trying to find out. The first Frieda had her work cut out for her, she was the true ruler of the walls and the Founding Titan. Now, I am neither of those things. Historia, the little angel she is, offered me to live here, but I would feel I would be intruding upon her hospitality."

"You shouldn't worry about that," Eren told her, gaining her full attention. "Even if you aren't the first Frieda, you still are Frieda. Historia always thought of you as being her real sister anyway, she won't mind, and I wouldn't either." Maybe he should have left that last part out in hindsight.

"That is beyond the point," Frieda said. "It lies in my own beliefs that I would be intruding with no clear purpose as to being here."

"You'd be making your sister happy," Eren pointed out to her.

"And being around Historia, in turn, makes me happy as well. Out of all my siblings, she was the one I felt the closest to. When I was with her, I could almost forget about all the responsibility that had been put on me, as selfish as that may sound."

"It isn't making you less selfish by not taking her up on her offer, it just makes you scared of change," Eren told her.

Her eyes narrowed, but they didn't hold any malice. "Rather blunt of you to say."

"You're not denying it," Eren shrugged that probably would have made Annie proud. "If your sister were here, she'd give you a pinch and tell you to get over it."

"Perhaps not, but interesting that you should mention my sister, she is also what I wish to discuss with you."

"Ok... what about her?"

"Your relationship with her." Ah, figures. "I have seen your memories on the... manner of relation you have with my sister," she raised a hand to hide the red on her face, "but I do not know your own thoughts on the subject. As any responsible elder sister, I must take it upon myself to ask you firsthand; What exactly is Historia to you?"

"What is she to me?" Eren repeated.

"Yes," Frieda nodded. "My sister is now Queen and you are engaged to her, but looking at you, you don't dress the part of royalty as she has adopted. You dress as a simple soldier with basic clothing underneath. You have not delved into any noble etiquette or political powers at all. Not what one would expect from someone to marry a Queen, a dream any man would sure love to live."

The implication was easy enough to see. "Hey! Just so you know, I don't like Historia because she's the Queen and-!"

Frieda raised a hand and her face held the first trace of regret since she had spoken with him. "Please, let me finish." She was waiting for a sign from him and Eren nodded, intent on hearing her out. "As convenient as that may sound for you, I have seen in your memories that you truly do care for Historia. Those memories of you and her and even some of those other girls, they are not how one would perceive girls they didn't care about or thought of as just- ahem- breeding factories." Her face was dusted red. "And even with the Founding Titan in your possession, you have not used Historia to eat her for full control of it or even try to manipulate the memories of anyone to better suit your needs. And from what I saw, you are a far better holder than any from the Reiss line. You were able to see the ocean in person, a feeling I only experienced through previous memories. so with all of that, all your accomplishments, what is your goal? Do you even care for the title that comes with dear Historia?"

So that's what this was about. As kind-hearted as Frieda was toward Historia, even she was aware of what a cruel place the world could be. She came from a family that ate each other to get titan powers for generations, of course, she wouldn't take something like her sister's marriage at face value when she knew what it could eventually lead to if someone in the military wanted to repeat that same cycle.

"No, I don't care about any stupid title that can be given to me," Eren told her honestly. "I do care about Historia and the others, not because she's Queen, but because she's a real girl with real dreams of her own and that's all there is to it really. Anything else I do isn't to do what I want, but what will help humanity, that's how it's always been."

She just stared at him, her blue eyes never leaving his, unblinking. She wasn't giving him a look that showed any sign of displeasure, but rather... respect? It did stir something inside of him, but he had no idea what it was Frieda could be thinking of right now. Her one hand moved as if she wanted to reach out, but she held it in place.

"I see," she finally said. "So that is the reason." She looked away. "Thank you for your time, Eren Yeager. If you don't mind, I'd like some time to... sort things out." Well, she didn't sound upset and she actually did say thank you.

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"I don't think she hates me, but I don't think she likes me either."

Eren told his thoughts to Historia later that night as he found himself back in her room. Frieda had since insisted that she not intrude and taken the room Eren had spent previous. Them being alone also meant that Historia was able to repay him for his good behavior with another massage like the last time.

"Well of course she doesn't hate you," Historia tried to brighten up his thoughts. "I think she's..." she searched for the right word as her hands rubbed at his shoulders. "She's just confused by you is all."

"Confused by me?" Eren repeated. "What's to be confused about? She asked me some questions and I answered honestly, what's so confusing about that?"

"That's just it," Historia pressed her hands against his back, "you were completely honest with her, a stranger, and she's realizing how before our father was manipulative of her and the rest of the family. Without her being influenced by the First King, she can finally see the world for what it is."

"...I suppose that sounds right."

"That's because it is." She used her thumbs to rub circles near the nape of his neck making his body go numb. "All done. Will you be paying in your usual way?"

"As tempting as that is, why don't I... why don't I give you one instead?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You want to give me a massage?"

"Yeah, why not? I want to see if I can give one like you."

"and how would I know if you're giving me one as I give you? I can't feel my own massages you know."

"Touch memory," Eren said. "I know how it feels, so I'll do it like that."

"That seems incredibly farfetched." She paused. "But if you insist. The Massage Queen could use one herself. That throne is much too stiff for my liking." They swapped positions with Historia lying on her stomach and Eren straddling her hips from above. He had to undo a few laces to undo the dress she wore and to expose her smooth back. "You may begin."

Eren let his hand guide itself toward the middle of her back and pressed down and then moved them it in a circular motion. "Well?" he asked.

Historia lazily turned her head around. "I don't seem to remember starting off this way." She looked away and rested her chin on her folded hands. "Give it another go."

Feeling determined now, Eren utilized both hands and moved up to her shoulder blades and began moving his hands in up and down motions. "Now?"

"Mmmh," she softly hummed. "Better."

Going off memory, Eren moved his lower to her sides and skimmed his fingers along her curves. "Hnnn."

"What, are you ticklish?" Eren asked her in turn.

"Don't ask."

"Are you?"

"Are you going to ask if I'm ticklish if I tell you to go a bit lower?" she asked. "That throne offers no lumbar support."

"I don't remember you doing it that way."

"I'm telling you to do it that way. Your Massage Queen demands it."

Eren lightly rolled his eyes knowing she couldn't see but still moved his hands lower until his hands were at the base of her spine. He moved his hands in circles before switching to just moving side to side. If the constant humming coming from Historia was anything to go by, he seemed to be doing a good job. Not wanting to spend too long in one space, Eren moved his hands back up but focused instead on the space between her shoulders. Switching it up again, Eren instead used his elbow this time to smooth and roll any knots she might have formed.

"Hmm. You have very bony hands," she mentioned.

"That's because this is my elbow."

"Oh. You have very bony elbows."

"Not a fan?" Eren asked.

"I didn't say that; you just have very bony elbows."

"Fine. How about this?" He went back to using his hands and focused his attention on her neck, pushing aside some of her hair, he used his thumbs to press and rub circles near her nape.

"Ohh, is this how it feels?" Historia asked as she hummed in contentment.

"I imagine that crown makes your neck pretty stiff."

"Like you wouldn't believe. Hmm. I'm going to visit the orphanage tomorrow and I wanted to bring Frieda along as well. Do you want to come?"

"Fine with me," Eren told her.

"Hmm. Hanji stopped by earlier as well when you were talking with Frieda."

He brushed a few more strands of hair aside. "And, what did she say?"

"I told her the cover we came up with. She seemed... skeptical and wanted to speak to you about it but I told her you were visiting Petra."

"I kinda hate having to lie to them about all this." After all they had done for him, it still felt wrong to cover up Frieda's existence for now but if someone wanted to use another of royal blood to their advantage, Frieda was an open option.

"So do I, but I won't have my sister being used as some sort of leverage pawn for future reference. Just... for now, let's not worry about that. You just keep... doing what you're doing." She started to trail off.

"Historia?" Eren called her. She didn't answer. He peered over her shoulder to see her chin resting in her hands and her eyes closed. "Fell asleep huh?"

"I'm just resting my eyes," she said to his surprise. "I take it you're finished with my massage?"

"Yeah, just about done."

"Mmm-hmm. Very well. I suppose payment is do. Oh no!"

"What?"

"It would seem I don't have any cash on me."

"Do you want to pay in your method?" Eren asked.

"After being squeezed by my sister all night, I could use a break as the Queen of Cuddles." She tilted her head back to stare at him. "Surely there must be some way to pay you for a job well done?" Eren felt her wiggle her hips from where he straddled her. "Is there anything I can offer up in exchange?"

"You must have really enjoyed it to offer such a generous tip."

"By all means, take your payment. I'd hate to waste your time."

the rest of her dress was taken off as he unbuckled his pants, lining up parallel to Historia who still lay on her stomach. Supporting himself by his arms, Eren guided himself to her entrance as she spread her legs. "Hnnnn." Historia inhaled as she felt him enter. Eren gave her time to adjust before starting to move, lightly rocking her body as well. "Well," she hazarded a look over her shoulder, "Is this payment to your liking."

"I almost feel cheated from the other night."

"No- gnnngh, refunds." She lightly bit her bottom lip as she felt him going faster. "Do promise me one thing though."

"Which is?" Eren felt her wiggle her hips a bit.

"Help me protect Frieda anyway we can."

Eren leaned forward to lightly bite her ear before planting a kiss on her temple. "You don't have to make me promise that."

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"So this is the orphanage Historia spoke of," Frieda said as she observed the newly constructed building close to the Reiss lands she had frequented on her walks. Historia was chasing after one of the kids who had abandoned his chores. She was yelling his name as she ran, but she would smile when the kids weren't looking to keep up the appearance of being completely angry.

"Yeah," Eren nodded as they watched near the fence. "Kids from all of Wall Rose and even the Underground can be found here."

He saw a true smile on the elder Reiss' face as she watched Historia run around. "She seems so in her element here. So peaceful." Historia had caught the kid by his ear. "So tranquil." Historia lightly began to berate the kid for not doing his chores.

"You sure love your sister." Did she have a filter in her head that she was only able to see whatever Historia did as being perfect?

"Well of course!" Frieda exclaimed. "She may not have been a legitimate Reiss, but that doesn't make her any less precious."

"They have a nickname for her around here, you know?"

That caught Frieda's attention. "Truly? Well you must tell me now. I will judge if it is fitting."

"Or what, will you have the kids stop calling her by it?"

"That depends entirely on what they call her."

"They call her the Cattle Farming Goddess." He studied her reaction.

"Not as an insult, I presume?"

"They love her here," Eren eased her worry. "That's what the Goddess part is for."

"Ah. I see." Frieda smiled as she continued to watch Historia play with the kids. One of the girls handed Historia what looked to be a crown made of flowers. It was nice to see Frieda actually smiling. She looked so much better when she was smiling, not glowering like she usually did when he saw her. But ever since their talk and then coming here, Frieda had not glared in his direction once. Maybe Historia was right and she was just coming to terms with how life was now and how she could better fit in. "Do you visit out here often?" Frieda actually asked him.

Eren gave a small shrug. "When I can. I mostly came to see Historia when she was here, but it's nice to know that the kids are getting help too."

"Yes... you were... in a situation similar to them once before."

"For a while, yeah." After Wall Maria fell. "It's amazing what she's been able to accomplish in such a short time."

Frieda nodded in full agreement. "Indeed it is. Oh, I am... sorry for... hitting you the other day. It was unbecoming of me."

"Apology accepted. But what about calling me a lecherous pervert?"

"As I said, I am sorry for hitting you."

"Is that as close as I'm getting so far?"

"4 other girls outside of my sister, I still haven't forgotten that."

"close enough, I guess," Eren rolled his eyes when she wasn't looking.

They opted to just stay silent for a bit longer, actually enjoying the silence a bit. And surprisingly enough, it was Frieda who broke it. "She really is suited for the role, you know? The both of you are."

"And that would be?"

"Of Queen and Founding Titan," Frieda answered. "With me- or, the first Frieda, the Reiss family was hiding behind the scenes, letting others be public rulers. Historia has accepted that role and embraced it. Under her short rule, an orphanage for all class of kids was built, the corrupt nobles were rooted out, and with you as Founding Titan, you are not cursed by the First King's will, you took back Wall Maria, you saw the ocean outside of a distant memory. The 2 of you, you did everything I dreamed of when I- she- we were first alive." Eren looked to see a tear leaking down her cheek as she smiled at the sight before her. "Did you think I hated you when you first met me?"

"...Yeah, I did."

Frieda shook her head. "I didn't hate you, far from it in fact. I was envious of all that you did. It was all things I had wished to accomplish myself but was too weak to do. You did what was right for humanity, you helped save them, you... won Historia's love. And now that I'm back... where do I go from here? I do not wish to be Queen, but I want to be close to her." She gave a dry laugh. "I hope she doesn't see me like this... after all those times I comforted her when she cried."

Eren reached over and offered her the sleeve of his hooded coat. "So don't let her see you crying then."

Frieda accepted the sleeve and dabbed her eyes. Eren was about to pull away before she grabbed it again and blew her nose. "My thanks."

"...Yeah, no problem." He wasn't materialistic, but he really did like this coat. "But, you know, I can't speak for Historia and all, but she was and still is a normal girl in the part of royalty. You were a royal, so why not try at being a regular girl?"

Frieda's blue eyes studied him. "How do you mean?"

"Why not help out around the orphanage?" Eren suggested. "You'd be helping the people you wanted to protect, you'd get to see Historia whenever she's taking a break as Queen," that earned a smile, "and you'd be safe outside the capital. Out here, no one would recognize you so the military wouldn't be able to use you as a pawn. Historia and I talked it over before, she'd love to have you."

"You... planned for my safety?" Frieda asked.

"Of course we did," Eren told her. "After all your dad put you through and what my father ended up doing, you deserve a break from all of that. Besides, you'd fit in here. Copy or not, everything you're feeling, that sounds like what a normal girl would feel to me."

Frieda's smile had dipped but her face seemed dusted with red. "Yes, well... ahem! You... certainly have my thanks for the offer."

"What are you 2 talking about over here?" Historia had broken off from the kids.

"Just... getting along as you said," Eren answered.

"Mmm-hmm," Historia's eyes darted between the pair of them, she seemed to think of something as she smiled a bit mischievously. "I see. Good to hear. Here you are Eren." she handed him one of the flowers crowns the girl had given her.

"What's this for?" Eren asked.

"Word spreads. When the kids found out I was engaged, they made these for us. Go on, put it on."

He tried. "A bit tight, don't you think."

"Nonsense, it looks fine."

"I can't feel the blood in my head."

Frieda stifled a giggle. "No, my sister is quite right, it is a perfect fit for you." Frieda's gaze drifted away to over near the barn. "Historia, why is that farmhand sending looks your way?"

"Hm?" Historia looked over to where Frieda was looking. "Oh, that is a volunteer from around these lands. He grew up near the farm I was raised."

"Wait a minute," realization dawned on Eren. "Is he one of the kids who used to throw rocks at you?"

Frieda's once calm gaze turned dark that even Mikasa would be proud of. "He is one of those boys you told me about?"

"Yes... he is. Why?"

"What is he doing here?" both of them asked.

"He is a volunteer, an unpaid worker. I can't exactly turn him away."

"You're Queen, yes you can," Eren told her.

"He has not said or done anything harmful to me or any of the children here."

Frieda wasn't buying it either. "I don't like the way he's looking at you. Such longing in his eyes, he harbors feelings for you!"

"You think?" Eren asked her, feeling a protective anger awaken.

"He keeps stealing glances at her, it is for certain," Frieda confirmed.

"Maybe I should go over there and tell him to keep his eyes to himself," Eren cracked his knuckles. "Want to come along?" he asked Frieda.

"I might just take you up on that offer." They were in full agreement.

"The 2 of you will do no such thing!" Historia blocked their path. "What he did was in the past and I'd rather leave it there."

"Doesn't mean he should be looking at you like that," Eren sent a glare in the farmhand's direction.

"No," Historia agreed. "But there are better ways at revenge than just punching someone. Take my arm." She snaked her arm around his. "Let us walk by all innocently. Let it be known that we are here together."

Frieda gained a similar devilish smile. "Excellent idea, Historia! If that is the plan," she took Eren's other arm, "allow me to join in."

"Seriously?" Eren asked.

"But of course. Am I not a beautiful young woman? Would being seen with both of us be something that would not crush the soul of another?"

Since she was offering, Eren accepted. "It still would have been fun to hit him."

"I disagree," Frieda said, "it would have been very fun."

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"Well, was that not gratifying?" Frieda asked once they had arrived back to the capital.

"Fine, I'll admit it was nice," Eren agreed. "I still think it would have been ok to at least get a hit in, or even a threat."

"Perhaps," Frieda put a finger to her chin in thought, "but I would say if you were not the envy of every young man, you certainly are now."

"Good to know," Eren said. The hostility he had gotten from her a few days previous was all but gone by this point. It seemed they had reached an unspoken bond with a desire to protect Historia. And considering Historia was the most important person to Frieda, she seemed much more open to him, maybe made possible by the talk they had had back at the orphanage.

"Indeed," Frieda agreed. "And I do believe I've made up my mind of how to make myself productive." She looked at him before continuing. "Taking your suggestion to heart, I do believe I would be best suited to helping my sister out at the orphanage. I always enjoyed taking walks on the Reiss lands and being able to see my sister on a near regular basis would be the icing on a metaphorical cake. Besides, as elder sibling, it is my responsibility to ensure she stay safe while out in the country. I wouldn't want any ruffian to trouble that angel."

"I'm sure she'd appreciate that. Once she gets back she could use the news." Currently, Historia was down in the throne room as a sudden matter came up which she needed to attend to. She had told them to just go and wait in her room until she finished up.

"Yes, I would imagine so. Too much pressure will not do well for her health. I would see her happy and healthy." She scrunched up her brows. "Come and sit down, won't you?" she patted a spot on the bed next to where she sat.

"You don't consider this scandalous?" Eren asked as he sat down next to the elder Reiss, lightly poking fun at how prim and proper she usually acted.

"Nonsense! I am a mature young woman who knows the difference between a friendly gesture and an invitation for advancement." This time she gave him a teasing look in her eye. "I would know from what I've seen of you." He rolled his eyes, more than anything to keep from looking embarrassed.

But in all seriousness, Eren had to ask, "So, do you still feel envious?"

"Rather to the point, I see," Frieda said. "After our little chat, there are... still some aspects that I haven't fully grasped yet, but those are minor. Really, what you set out to do with the power you have, that was once a goal of mine- er, hers, Frieda's before she even got the Founding Titan. To actually be able to save humanity from the confines of these walls and expose the truth of the world, you seemed to have beaten me to the punch with that one. So... no, I don't exactly feel envious about that, rather... thankful now."

"Well... your welcome then." Nice to know what resentment she had was going away.

"Do you think now that humanity might start moving beyond these walls, now?" Frieda asked. "I've never told anyone this before, but I would like to see the sea not just through a memory, or from being reguritated as a crystal."

"I'm your first?" Eren asked.

She deadpanned. "A rather crude way of putting it, but yes. You are the first to know that desire of mine."

"You haven't even told Historia?" that he found hard to believe.

"As implausable as it might seem, Historia does have a preconceived notion and image of what a big sister is to her. I wouldn't want to simply tarnish the factors Frieda had going for her."

"So, in other words, you'd just gush about it to her and freak her out about it?" from her near-constant fawning over her younger sister, that was probably the case.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you mean," she crossed her arms under her chest. Yeah, that was definitely the case.

"You're allowed to have fun, you know?" Eren gave a small laugh, if not a distraction from Frieda's action of crossing her arms which caused a certain part of her body to stand out. "Historia would be all for it. A trip with you to the sea, why not?"

"Are you forgetting she is also the Queen? She has a responsibility as well, bless her soul, to properly guide these people. I would understand completely if she cannot accompany me."

"I'd go with you then," Eren casually offered.

His response seemed to confuse her. "You would?"

"It'd be nice to properly see the ocean this time," Eren said. "You know, without throwing up a crystal this time. Besides, Historia wants us to get along."

"I'm glad you said that, you had me worried you were seeking to take advantage of some time alone with me." She smiled like she had caught him.

"We're alone now, aren't we?" Eren asked, turning the tables on her.

She seemed to become aware of that. "So we are..."

"Hey, I'm just teasing, alright," Eren gave a good-natured smile. "I can leave if you want."

"And leave me without anyone to converse with? You'd be doing more harm than good." She brushed some of her black hair behind her ear. "But if you are serious about your intentions, I will accompany you if you would have me." Frieda then extended a hand for him to shake.

"Sure." He took her hand for a shake and felt a sensation through his body. But this one was different, instead of working its way to his nape, it seemed to go from his nape and along his arm and over to Frieda's. He felt her tighten her grip on his hand as her blue eyes stared straight at him. Her face was quickly turning red but she dared not pull away.

Eren could feel a rapid growing beating and he used his free hand to feel his pulse which was higher than usual now, but not the source of what he was feeling. It actually felt like it was coming from... Frieda. Was he... able to feel her heartbeat? And yet as timid as Frieda looked right now, she still spoke first. "Thank you."

"...What for?" she still had not let go of his hand.

"For what you've done. I've only been here a few days yet you offer me a chance at a new life, lie to your own military to protect my life, you support my beloved sister in all she wants to do when I couldn't be there for her, and now you offer to help me experience what had only been a memory. In that short time, you've done more for us now than our father ever did in our entire lives." She scooted closer to him on the bed, her free hand reaching out to touch the side of his face as she brought hers closer. "Thank... ynnnn." Her words were muffled as she finally pressed her lips against his.

That same electrical sensation was present, but instead of just being contained to Eren like it usually was with Historia, he could tell Frieda was experiencing it too when his free hand found itself on the back of her neck and could feel her hairs standing up from the feel of it. Frieda was the one to begin the kiss and she was also the one to end it, pulling her head back and allowing her blue eyes to open and stare at him.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." He figured it was a good a comeback as any.

Frieda did smile, but averted her eyes all the same. "I am of the knowledge that you have 5 girls already. For number 6, would you be willing to...?" this time Eren took the initiative and kissed her for an answer. He pulled away after feeling no resistance from her, and her hand went to feel her lips after he had. "I thought as much. But... Historia, what would she-?"

"she isn't going to turn you away, believe me."

"Yes, well... I do suppose you are correct." Frieda shifted her weighted so she was no longer sitting beside him, she was more or less straddling his lap. "If that is the case, I am in need of another confession." She paused. "I would like to feel how some of those other girls do." she finally released his hand to use both to undo the laces of the simple clothes she had worn when visiting the countryside. She discarded the blouse as Eren took off his coat and shirt leaving her with her bra. From the sight, she was a mix between Historia and Sasha at first glance.

She reached behind to undo the article of clothing and tossed it aside and fought the urge to cover herself with her hands. "Rather silly of me," Frieda said as she grasped his shoulders and moved her chest closer to his body. "This is hardly the first time you've seen a young woman in a state like this."

"So I take it you never...?"

"No, of course not," Frieda said. "It would have risked me or the first Frieda getting with child and ruining father's plans for the bloodline. This is to be my first. At least I know I am in good and capable hands." She pushed her chest out further. "Well... go on. You may... proceed as usual."

With express permission from the young woman herself, she released Eren's hand as they both traveled to cup and feel the soft mounds of flesh. They certainly had a volume to them but Eren slowly moved his hands around them, wanting to see which spots were the most sensitive on the girl's flesh. His thumbs did brush past her nipples which caused her to stiffen at the sudden stimulation.

Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, Eren planted a kiss on her neckline and started to move up with his mouth as his hands further explored and handled her chest. He planted a series of kisses along her jawline as well before going back to meet her lips. From his sense of touch, he could tell that her nipples were erect as his fingers brushed their way over them before he felt it ok to give an experimental squeeze.

"Mffnn!" Frieda moaned into a kiss at this new sensation.

After a few seconds, Eren pulled away from the kiss and let his forehead touch hers. He could feel her breath on his face.

"Is this the part where we take off the rest of our clothes?" she asked like she knew the answer.

"Do you want it to be?" Eren asked.

"...I do believe I do."

Nodding in understanding, Eren moved his hands away from her chest as he started to undo his belt buckle and unbutton his pants. Frieda moved her hands from his shoulders as well and worked to fidget out of her skirt and boots. Once that had been accomplished, Frieda positioned herself above his erect length and lined her entrance up. "Just take your time," Eren instructed.

"I'm very much aware," she said with a face tinted red as the head of his member brushed against her folds. Frieda took a deep breath in before lowering herself down on his length. She took his head easily enough but paused when she had reached a certain point. Eren could guess what it was and as he was about to reach out and touch her to help her with guidance, Frieda got a determined look and dropped herself down the rest of the way down.

"Gnneeg-!" to stop herself from crying out loud, Frieda suddenly pressed her lips to his once more.

He could tell she was feeling pain from her action just then so he moved a hand around to rub circles on her back to help put her more at ease. His other hand sought out hers and laced their fingers together, giving her something to squeeze to let deal with the pain. Taking it a step further, Eren parted his lips in the kiss he shared with Frieda and touched his tongue to her lips to ask for entrance. After some prodding, she consented and opened her mouth for access.

Any further moan of pain was further muffled as his tongue brushed aside hers in her mouth. Eren could feel her exhaling through her nose as she dealt with both pain and pleasure. After some more prodding of his tongue, Frieda responded in kind. Her tongue was tentative and shy at first, but she began to move her tongue against his own. Her once ragged breathing started to settle down and become more attuned to her current state.

Her tongue moved and followed where his went, tracking it and eventually pushing back against it, trying to move it not back into his open mouth, but where the two sets met. It was also the point where Frieda seemed to have adjusted to the taking of her maidenhood and was now properly able to enjoy the sensation she was feeling in her core.

As she wrestled her tongue with his, her grip on his hand slacked a bit as she gave a small roll of her hips. Both felt the sensation run along their spines and Frieda moved her hips again, getting a feel for the length inside of her.

"Hnnnghh!" Frieda further moaned, this time in pleasure, not pain. The hand Eren had rubbing circles on her back drifted lower to see how she would react and sure enough, "Nngh!" Frieda reached a hand back to put it back near the small of her back. It seemed that was a sensitive spot for her.

So they continued on in that position for a bit, Frieda sitting on his lap while Eren rubbed her back, their free hands linked together and taking a break from the fierce kiss that had erupted between them. Some saliva stuck to the corner of Frieda's mouth, and seeing as both his hands were occupied, Eren opted to just use his lips to clean it off of her.

And as he leaned forward, he also felt Frieda shift her weight around to the side as well as she sought to change positions. She laid on her back and allowed Eren to be on top, but still kept their hands connected despite the change in position. She knocked her forehead against his lightly. "Go on..."

He nodded back and began to move his hips, moving his length in and out of her slowly at first but eventually picking up speed as he felt her natural juices act as lubrication letting him know she was ready for more. Eren tightened his grip with Frieda's hand as he began to pick up speed as she too gave a roll of her hips to try and meet the speed he was at. It was bit of a moot point when he was on top, so she opted to just wrap her legs around his waist to pull him closer to her.

Eren planted a few more kisses along her neck as he felt himself drawn further into Frieda as she released a set of soft moans. His torso pressed against her chest, feeling the softness of them as his free hand holding him up went to rub behind her neck.

"I... I feel..." Frieda's other free hand traveled to touch the back of his neck. Her eyes went wide as Eren felt her grow tighter around his length. To stop another loud scream from escaping, Frieda pressed her lips against his. Her gripped his tighter as the heat she felt inside began building to a breaking point before her body shuddered and her grip lessened as her orgasm took over her system.

"Frieda... you..."

"It's alright," she told him as she sensed his own growing orgasm threatening to take over. Touching his forehead to Frieda's, Eren felt a burning sensation travel along his length before a final thrust sent it spilling into Frieda. His body slackened, but they remained holding hands.

Eren lifted his head to see her blue eyes staring straight into his green ones. It was safe to say any animosity was now gone between the 2 of them. The look in her eyes now was more like how she looked at-

"Well," Historia's voice said as she entered the room soundlessly, she had the coyest of smiles on her face. "It seems the both of you are getting along."

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Whew! The longest chapter is done! Next time, both Reiss sisters get to share.