The Guardian

Kenny's Surprise

⚠️ smutt ⚠️

"Alright!” Kenny rubbed his hands together. They were seated at the kitchen table. Eren and Armin were eating breakfast while Erwin sipped coffee. Levi twirled his tea cup between his fingers. He glared daggers at his uncle.

“Eren.” Kenny moved to him. He held a box out with a slit at the top. “Pick out a piece of paper, don’t read it, just hand it back to me.” Kenny smirked.

“You’re sick and twisted.” Levi muttered. Eren chuckled but did as his clan head advised. He held out his hand dropping the paper into Kenny’s open palm. Kenny switched boxes, after reading Eren’s paper, grinning and tucking it away in a pocket. He turned to Levi.

“I’m not doing it unless you tell me what’s going on.” Levi hissed.

“Have faith.” Kenny smirked.

“I’ll do it for him.” Armin chirped he reached for the box. Levi knocked his hand away. Glaring into his uncles eyes he drew out a piece of paper and flung it at the man.

“Good, good.” Kenny chuckled. He collected his boxes and left.

“What was that about?” Eren asked.

“His sick twisted games.” Levi muttered. They went on about their day. As the weeks went by they both forgot about the incident, until one evening, Kenny called everyone telling them to meet him at his local club he owned.

“Shit.” Was all Levi said. He drove the four of them to the club. They found Kenny, Jean, Connie, Marco, Hange. Sasha and all the others waiting in a hall. Levi walked up looking them over.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Levi, this is your room. Erwin and Hange will assist you.” Kenny pointed to a door to his left. Levi narrowed his eyes.

“Go ahead shitty glasses you go in first.” Levi smirked.

“Eren, this is your room. Jean and Armin will assist you.” Kenny pointed to another door across from Levi’s. He shrugged and walked up to it.

“Brat, don’t just blindly trust him like that!” Levi cried. Eren smirked over his shoulder as he shoved the door open.

“I pledged my life to his clan.” He smiled. Eren strolled into a very well maintained dressing room. Three garment bags hung on a rack. Each bag had a name on it.

“First strip to your boxers.” Jean told the other two. They did so. People came in from another room. They fussed over their hair, nails and waxed Eren's chest, before telling them to get dressed. Eren unzipped the bag with his name on it. He saw lots of pink inside. He giggled.

Pulling it out, he discovered a beautifully made one of a kind outfit. The top half was like a suit jacket. He chuckled as he held up the whole thing.  A lady helped him put on a huge hooped skirt base. Some one held out the jacket, he slipped his arms into it. It hung open in front. A bodice came around his torso, to zip closed. It came up to just under his armpits. The bottom part looped around the skirt shell and zipped closed behind him. The tails of the “jacket” blended down into the ruffled train of the skirt.

“This looks like a wedding dress, but pink!” Eren laughed. He twirled around liking how the skirt swirled around his legs. He looked up. His friends were in silver suits with pink dress shirts.

“Wait! Kenny isn’t making us get married?” Eren cried.

“Um, yeah.” Jean smirked. “You see he had like ten different ideas of what he wanted to do for you guys. The paper you withdrew set the date and time, the one Levi withdrew set the event.” Jean snickered.