Reincarnated (Modern!Shingeki no Kyojin) In which the people from the year 850 who suffered from the horrors of titans as the 104th Training Squad are reincarnated in modern-day 21st century. Life is different – peaceful, even, and yet none of them changed a bit. But was that for good or bad?More Like This
Eren Jaeger, now starting high-school as a freshman with the entire 104th Training Squad, is held back after school to clean Levi’s Honors English classroom when he remembers something maybe he shouldn’t have in this life-time.
(Slight!LeviEren, Implications of JeanMarco, ConnieSasha, ChristaYmir and Vague Spoilers for the Manga and Anime)
Eren Jaeger – aged 15, had green eyes and brown hair, was rivals with Jean, and was the best friend of Armin Arlert and Mikasa Ackerman. Also, he had earned an hour’s detention with Mr. Levi.
The young teen sighed dejectedly at another day spent with Mr. Levi instead of being at home. It was enough that his friends (Jean mostly) teased him about being a rash idiot
Leather and Tears [LevixEren modern AU] PrologueEren Jaeger, at his seventeenth birthday, ran away from home.More Like This
Why? Because he had a dream, one no one thought he could achieve, or he was suited for.
What was it, you ask?
Eren wanted to become a model. However, that was something that people of his German hometown saw as foolish.
That was only two months ago. He finally found his way to the City of Light, Paris. He had to keep two jobs at once, at a morning cafe and at a cabaret during night, as a waiter again. He was kind of jealous of those who worked as singers and dancers there, and he wouldn't mind if he was there, on stage, for just one night.
And one evening, as a roll on the wheel of fortune, his boss, a kind woman with the name Petra Ral, informed him that he was going to serve a certain customer, and close friend of hers.
''He might help you with your dream too, Eren.'' she said. ''If you manage to get on his good side, that is, which is hard. But I have trust in your abilities, Eren. You are good at handling p
FIC: MathomMore Like This
You always did have the loveliest mathoms. I recall the blackberry bush you planted beneath my bed-smial window when we were young.
When the weather grew hot, we'd lie beneath the bush and watch the sunset and eat the fat swollen berries straight from the brambles. Our faces and fingers would be stained violet for days after, but it left warm memories behind.
Today you would come of age. It seemed so long ago that I came of age myself. I still recall the nervousness in my stomach the morning I awoke and remembered the date.
I had given Bilbo his lovely red-bound leather book. He had often moaned of late that he had naught to write his stories in. He had kissed my face and told me that I was lovely. Said my parents would have been proud of how I'd grown into such a strapping young Baggins, had they lived.
I had wept a bit.
The party that night had been a blur of dancing, feasting, drinking, and making merry. And, oh, the fir
FIC: HalvesMore Like This
Sam awoke with a jolt. Rattling from the smial's kitchen roused Rosie from his side, lifting her head from the crook of his neck. "Sam ?"
"Not again," breathed Sam, his voice heavy with sleep as he climbed from the bed and drew on a pair of breeches over his nightshirt. Another bang made Rosie jump and gathered baby Frodo from his cradle and to her breast. Sam rubbed his bleary eyes, lighting a candle and stepping into the hall.
A loud crash made him nearly jump out of his skin. As he neared the kitchen, the sounds increased. In the pale candlelight, he could see the figure of a hobbit. With a heavy heart he used the candle's flame to light a lantern; illuminating the smial with a pale yellow glow. Frodo stood with his back to Sam, his head bowed in search, his frail body quaking in naught but his nightshirt.
"Where is it, where is Where Oh, where has it gone?" Sam's ears found the low babbling unpleasant
Couldn't Get FarMore Like This
"Wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales." Sam was saying.
"What?" Frodo turned, smiled softly, but kept walking.
"I wander if people will ever say, 'I wanna hear about Frodo, and the Ring.' And they'll say, 'Yes, it's one of my favourite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, dad? Yes, my boy. The most famousest of hobbits, and that's saying a lot.'"
"You've left out one of the chief characters." Frodo said smiling. "Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam." Frodo stopped, turned and looked at Sam. His voice was impeded. He finally spoke after a while. "Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam."
"Now Mister Frodo. You shouldn't make fun. I was being serious." Sam looked at him dauntlessly.
Frodo looked back, just as serious. "So was I." The two hobbits took a step closer to each other and their noses touched. Frodo's eyes half closed as he kissed Sam.
Sam looked at him shocked, then fell into the kiss. They held each other close. The hobbits then parted, blus