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Ghost -Eren

You and Eren are soulmates, but instead of being reincarnated from your past lives, Eren is cursed to be a ghost, and haunts you on some sorta spicey rainy nights.

A man on your windowsill some stormy nights... A storm harboring his shrill cries of agony that echo in your mind... Fleeting touches on July nights... Emerald eyes staring up at you from the depths of the lake. 

...

"Do you believe we have past lives?" 

Connie spits out his coffee. "Where is this coming from, eh?" 

You fidget slightly as the entire lunch table has stopped to look at you. Sasha has even paused in eating her precious bread roll to stare. 

"Hypothetically it is possible." Says Armin, kindly coming to your rescue while his angsty girlfriend dishes bell peppers onto his plate. Annie did not like bell peppers. "I read an article saying that perhaps people who die happily are able to come back to the world in a new life." The boy scratches his blond muffin of hair thoughtfully. "It's only hypothetical of course though..." 

"But what would happen if someone didn't die happily?" Mikasa asks gravely, taking Armin's word seriously as always. They had always had a tight, but mysterious bond despite their conflicting personalities. You could never understand it.

"That's where ghosts come in, baka!" Connie wiggles his fingers. "Boooooooo~" 

"Quit harassing my girlfriend, ya tennis ball." Jean's voice comes from behind you and you try to bring a smile to your lips when he shoves Connie's face away. The tall man bends over to kiss your cheek. "Hey baby~" He smiles, and you grin, giving him a quick peck on the lips. 

"Ewww none of that! Please none of that!" Connie gags.

"My eyes!" Sasha shrieks. "It's too mushy! Make it stopppp!" 

You chuckle and pull away from your boyfriend. He takes your hand and leads you away, giving a half assed wave to his childhood besties. You laugh and bid them goodbye, while Connie and Sasha are still screaming. 

Jean takes you back to his place to hang out and study together. He doesn't even bother to ask about going to yours. It's a no. You can hardly stand being in that eerie apartment yourself, but when nighttime comes, Jean offers to let you stay with a wiggle of his eyebrows and you thoughtfully decline. You couldn't bring yourself to do anything sexual with him. Even after dating for two years. It just felt... wrong... or perhaps unfaithful.

You have the perfect life. Adoring friends, a hot, athletic boyfriend who gives you the world, you go to a good college, perusing your dream to be an author, and yet something always feels wrong.

It starts raining at 8 when Jean drives you back to your place. You listen to the tap tap tapping on the window, and the sloshing of puddles as cars drive by. 

"Do you want me to walk you in?" Jean offers sweetly, his voice muddy in the background of your thoughts.

You shake your head and mumble something about it not being that far. Your boyfriend sighs. You get out of the car and walk into the building. The lights are off in the lobby, and the receptionist has gone home. You sigh and conclude the power must be out. 

Your apartment is on the third floor. Not too low or too high, but something else just felt right about it. 

You feel him there as you slowly drag yourself up the flights of stairs. You know he is there before you open the door to the stairs. In the hall on the third floor the worn red carpet is soft muffles your shuffling feet. The light flickers and for a second you see him. Standing just down the hall. His eyes glow emerald. His frame sagging. Then the lights flicker and he is gone. You sigh. He looked pained.

He always is.

You follow the well trekked steps to your apartment number, 308. Your key jiggles in the lock. You twist in the right way and the door slowly creeks open. Your apartment is small and sparse. It'd probably look nicer if you'd properly invested the time in it, but you hadn't. It is dark in here too, save for the light coming in through your massive window by the bookshelf. Eren sits there in the windowsill. Staring out at the rain as he often does when the sky is littered with raindrops. You vaguely wonder if maybe he doesn't travel so well when it is wet out. 

"Welcome home."

 You sigh and set peel off your soaked raincoat and step out of your boots. You look up to see Eren press his hand against the pane of glass, at least he would have if his hand hadn't gone straight through. 

"Eren..." You pause. 

He turns to acknowledge you slowly. His skin is pale, his face captured in a permanent state of grief for reasons neither of you know, but you ask anyway.

"...do you remember how you died?" 

The man is silent for a moment, staring down at where the raindrops make shadows against the wooden sill beside him. "...no." 

You bite your lip. "Do you remember... why you died?" You ask softly.

Eren's head snaps to you. His eyes glow brighter. Less human. "Do not tempt me with poisonous thought my dear." He growls. The wind hammering against the building blows harder for a split second and you hear the glass rattle. You shiver as the air grows cold and Eren sighs. His body relaxes. 

He crosses the room to come to you. His body gently wrapping around yours, his nose in your shoulder. "I'm sorry my love..." His touch is cold yet refreshing. You've come to find comfort in what had once seemed unearthly. "I didn't mean to get angry..." 

You hands wrap around his back, embracing the broken man who holds you. "I know... I know." 

Eren pulls back after a second. His forehead finds your own. "I swear to you... I must have done something horrid in my past life to find myself this way." He confesses softly and you feel your heart ache. You see the broken frustration and sadness in his eyes. "If only I knew what crime I was paying for..." 

You wish you knew what to say to that. Something to make him feel at least a little bit better... But no words would come to mind. So instead, you lean forward and press your lips against his. His breath is icey, his soft skin cool to the touch, but you can feel the fire, the spirit within him. Whoever he'd been in his last life, he'd been a believer, he'd been honest and true and rebellious to the very end. You could still feel it in him. You could still see it in his eyes... and you loved him for it.

Eren's mouth contorts into a smirk against your own and he pulls back to look you over. There is lust in his eyes and his arms coil tighter around your waist pulling your hips flush against his. "I suppose not everything is so bad..." Eren muses lowly, and you gulp when he licks his lips. 

Your back finds the couch and he is on top of you like that. Mouth starving against mouth. His long fingers twist into your hair. Your hands find his muscular back and pretty soon you are clawing at his dark oversized hoodie. 

"Y/n... fuck... I love you so fucking much..." Eren hisses, his wispy ghost voice coming through unusually alive. He'd said before that he felt most alive when he was with you... perhaps there was some truth to that. 

"I love you to..." You breath, trying your best to reciprocate his aggressive motions.  

SASAGEYO! SASAGEYO! SHINZOU-

You snatch your phone out of your pocket, accidentally shoving Eren off you. You sigh. Jean is calling you. You quickly pick up to not seem suspicious, ignoring the ice-cold glare you're receiving from the panting ghost on the floor. 

"Hey babes, I think you left your book in my car."

Your eyes jump to the counter where you see that your book is in fact not there. Oops. "Oh yeah, my bad! I'll pick it up on my way to class tomorrow, m'kay?" 

"Okay, that's all. Love you, my sexy sexy lady~" Jean teases and you shake your head before realizing he can't see.

"I'll see you tomorrow babe. 'night!" 

You hang up with a smile on you face to see Eren glaring up at you, sitting with his legs crossed on the floor. 

"Moodkiller." He huffs and you chuckle, tossing your phone to the side to go get something to eat. "If horseface has nails in his tires tomorrow don't look at me."