past lives [eren x reader] [.3]

seems millenniums ago, love
we were nothing more than stardust

   The rain continued to pour from the storm clouds that hung above the city, pounding down on Eren's umbrella in an erratic tempo as he stood in the middle of the sidewalk. Before him was an art museum that he had escorted a very interesting someone by the name of [First] to. Despite the fact that he'd only known of their existence an hour ago, he found it impossible to turn down their offer of accompanying them home, which is how he ended up in his current spot.

   His eyes glanced down to his digital watch, watching as the minute flipped from 3:45 to 3:46; five minutes before they were due to meet him out there. A sigh escaped sun-kissed lips as he recalled dashing out of class the second he'd been dismissed, and found it just a tad bit ridiculous (maybe even pathetic) how anxious he'd been to meet up with the person again.

   The most important thing, Eren thought to himself, is not to get too attached. They could be a serial killer, or a psychopath, or maybe they were cheating on a partner for vengeance.

   Or, the rational side of Eren's brain barged in, they could just be a nice person who got stuck in the rain without an umbrella.

   A bell's chime rang through the dense air, pulling the brunette from his thoughts as he flicked his head up to search for [First]. A sprinkle of disappointment overcame him as he only found it to be a short man with an irritated expression leaving the museum. His dark hair was styled into a neat undercut, falling slightly into his sharp eyes and brushing over his ivory skin with every step. Eren stopped his observation there when the man noticed his obvious staring, and sent daggers from cold, navy blue eyes at the younger boy.

   Another chime followed soon after, this time accompanied by a female with chestnut hair and what he could vaguely make out to be sienna irises behind foggy oval glasses. Her greasy hair was put into a high ponytail, perhaps a weak attempt to try and conceal what an unkempt rat's nest it actually was, although Eren didn't have much opinion when his hair was pretty shaggy, itself. Unlike the man he'd seen, it was almost like she was skipping gleefully over to the previous man as she exited the doorway, a wide grin spread across her face. It was quite odd to imagine just what kind of conversation they could hold with one another.

  Caught up in observing the pair, he didn't realize [First]'s presence until they lightly tapped their finger on his shoulder. His turquoise eyes looked into theirs with shock from the sudden appearance, and didn't realize he had taken a long glance at their lips until the corners curled up.

   "Thanks for waiting for me," they thanked him as their eyes bore into his own, making him feel trapped in his own skin, unable to look away from them and everything they were.

   "Uh, yeah, no problem," he replied with a cool smile, lucky that he was skilled in composing facades easily. It certainly saved his hide in this situation. What if they thought he was some weirdo?

   "So, uh, where's your place?" He asked as they began to walk down the rain-soaked street, carefully avoiding the various puddles that had collected in dips of the cracked tar.

   A lightning streak ran across the sky, shattering the grey canvas with its fluorescent white light as they opened their mouth to speak.

   Eren flinched at the display, unconsciously clutching onto [First]'s arm tightly in fear. They hissed from the stinging sensation and shot a look up at the brunette for an explanation. He returned a look of terror to them before apology trickled over his face as he began to stammer out his words, releasing them from his hold.

   "Oh God, [First], I'm so sorry, I just-"

   "Eren," they interrupted him, an inquiring look on their face, "Are you afraid of lighting?"

   It took a few seconds to swallow his pride and allow himself to nod, confirming their suspicions. Oh man, he thought, now she's going to think I'm a we-

   "It's alright," they spoke comfortingly with a warm smile, sliding their fingers down his wrist lightly, and slipping their hand into his. Their hand felt cold compared to his own, making him clutch the flesh lightly in both surprise and also wanting to warm them up. "It's alright to be scared."

   They spent the rest of the trip in comfortable silence after they told him their address, an apartment complex that sat a good fifteen minute walk away from their current location. His hand was still wrapped around theirs, applying a fair amount of pressure into it each time lightning would strike, and even worse when the thunder would roll in. Not that [First] minded of course. Rather, they found it almost amusing that there was a chance the way humans used to transform into titans could have influenced his present fear.  They smiled gently at the thought that maybe one day he would remember their past lives.

   If not, it wouldn't be too bad to have him fall in love with them once more.

just the galaxy beneath us
we found weight