A/N: I truly had no idea what to do with this one! X'D So I ended up making a joke out of it. I apologize. X'D Day two (even though we're on day three, but that one is being proofread at the moment), princes and knights!

I'm so tired. We're three to four days in on this week, and I'm beaten and abused by this week and all of it's writing. I feel bad for my beta reader. XD

-Misty

Eremin Week!

Seven days if these two adorable idiots doing adorable thing! Rated k-m for fluff, adult language, and smut.

Chapter Two: Princes and Knights

Golden eyes were careless, watching his knights in silver armor lug in a limp body, one de-armored of the royal cloth. It was disgraceful really how low one had fallen, but what could he do? In times of famine, even the highest in court were the weakest of mind.

"Set him down in front of me." The prince of Shinganshina, a tall, smart, and handsome brunette with golden eyes unlike any other, commanded with authority.

The knights carrying the dead weight in their arms set the body down in disgust, as if afraid of being infected by his disease of madness and ridicule. They stepped away, and with a wave of the prince's hand, they left, shutting the giant, wooden doors behind them.

The body they had dropped groaned, his body shaking as he tried to push himself onto his thin and weak legs, but to no prevail. All he could manage to do was rest his weight on his forearms and elbows and look up through blond bangs that hung low in his face.

The prince smirked.

"So you've been stealing..." He got right to the point and stated. The blond man in front of him frowned, his head hanging low.

"I'm sorry... P-Prince Eren..." The man apologized meekly.

"Sorry...?" The prince chided. "You are not the only one starving in this village. What makes it right for you to eat when babies and mothers have nothing?"

"I-It wasn't just for me. M-My grandfather, he's sick, and he-"

"Save it, I know your story, Armin Arlert." Prince Eren raised a hand, waving off the knight's excuse like a fly. "I have heard it plenty a time from you and others. You are no different."

"But sir-!"

"Are you going to argue with your prince?" The prince asked angrily. To that, all Knight Arlert could do was lower his head once again.

"... No sir..." He mumbled, though it was heard by the prince on his thrown.

"That's what I thought." The brunette prince said, his anger dissipating. "Now... What shall your punishment be?"

"I deserve any and all of your punishments, my lord." Armin knew that this was a lie. He didn't deserve such harsh treatments, not when he was trying to save his grandfather from starvation. However, the prince's word was the law, final, and it was unwavering.

"Hm..." Prince Eren hummed, leaning his head against his fist which was perched on the arm rest of his thrown. He seemed to be enjoying this, and it was sick. Knowing that made the young knight feel the need to vomit up the food that he took. "I think we can compromise on something." Prince Eren said. Blue eyes looked up to meet gold ones, Armin frowning at the words spoken to him.

"Compromise, sir...?" He voiced, his body shaking from the look on the prince's face.

"Yes, a compromise," The prince said and stood up from his thrown. He stepped down the few steps and walked down the red, velvet carpet marking a pathway from the doors. Armin trembled, as the prince moved closer, his eyes falling to watch his feet walk towards him and nothing more. "I won't charge you with anything. We'll keep that our secret. Of course, and in exchange, you have to do one thing for me." The prince spoke with humor in his tone, and Armin wasn't sure where this was all leading to.

"Sir...?" He questioned quietly, looking up to meet that golden gaze that had a glint of something worrisome in it. The prince bent down to his knees when he stood in front of the knight, his smirk wide and devious in ways that made him shiver. Prince Eren reached forward, grabbing hold of the knight's chin and lifting it just enough for his head to be elevated a foot from the ground. This way, whether he liked it or not, Armin couldn't look away.

"All you have to do is bed me."

"Armin, this is the most fucked up story you've ever read." Eren stated bluntly after spitting out the lollipop he had been chewing on.

"I know..." Armin mumbled and set his book down on the bed. "I can't help it though. The author has such vivid detail and description when it comes to her writing. It's like I'm right there watching it happen," Armin muttered, his excuse a terrible one, and he knew it. He couldn't resist it though.

"Do you think a prince would really do that? Ya know, sleep with his "royal subjects" in exchange for order and silence?" Eren asked, bending his fingers on the term "royal subjects" for emphasis.

"Who knows...? I don't, but I like the plot. Later it goes on about how the prince has his knight chained to a bed." Armin mumbled, and then, only after the words left his mouth did he realize that he spoke it out loud. He looked up, hoping Eren hadn't heard him, but by how pale Eren had suddenly become, it was easy to tell that he had.

"... I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Armin." Eren said with a smirk and tossed the stick of his lollipop into the trashcan by the bed.

"I-I'm not! Her first story wasn't like this at all, so I just assumed that this was fine..." Armin looked away and his sentence trailed off, voice becoming meek as his cheeks darkened with a blush.

"Right," Eren scoffed, his smirk becoming a grin.

"Stop it, Eren. I'm being serious." The blond grumbled.

"If you're being serious, why do you keep reading it?" Eren asked and moving to grab his phone that was vibrating on Armin's desk.

"Because I already started it, and I want to know what happens!" Armin huffed, and as Eren moved to answer his phone, he scooted to the farthest corner of his bed to continue reading it.

"Hello...?" Eren answered. Armin peaked over to Eren as he talked to the person on the other line, and after a brief conversation, Eren hung up with a quick 'see you later.' "That was Mikasa. She'll be here in five minutes."

"Okay," Armin nodded his head, his attention falling back to his book.

"I'm going to go get another piece of candy and wait downstairs." Eren announced and stood up from the bed to stretch." You coming, or do you need to sit with your porn a little longer?"

"My porn is written. I don't need to get off watching people have sex like you were doing last night." Armin muttered, and when he glanced up at Eren to check for a reaction, he was proud to see Eren's cheeks red from the tip of one ear to the other.

"T-That wasn't me!" Eren yipped.

"Okay, so it was Corporal. My kitten obviously has a serious sex addiction, enough to open a laptop and search for porn." Armin grinned as the brunette stomped off, shutting the bedroom door behind him. After a few seconds of silence, verifying that Eren had trudged downstairs in defeat, Armin let out a big huff of air.

That was too close.

Armin quickly shut his book and stuffed it into the handle of his bed before covering it with the bed sheets so no one would see it. Once hidden away, Armin flopped onto his bed, burying his face into the pillows where Eren's scent still lingered.

Armin would have never shown Eren that book had Eren not looked over his shoulder. Had Eren never done that, Armin would have succeeded at keeping his story a secret.

He was just happy Eren never saw his name or Armin's written down.

Armin only read one of the more tame parts of the story to him, but had Eren read what Armin was reading beforehand, the blond would have surely died of embarrassment.

After all, it was his story.

Thankfully Eren didn't put two and two together. Eren was too thick-headed to realize that Armin had written that story, that Armin had used their names and faces to fulfill his deepest desires, but changing them when he read to Eren so the brunette wouldn't know. God forbid Eren were to figure that out, because, if he had, Eren would have surely joked about it until Armin beat him within an inch of his life.

Or Eren would fulfill those desires just to joke with him some more.

Today it hadn't come to that... Thankfully.

Armin had to make sure he was more discrete about his stories. If Eren found out that Armin wrote that story about them, if Eren found out that all of the stories Armin read these days were the blond's own writing, and that Armin used both of them in each story each time...

Armin didn't even want to think about what Eren would do.