Forced Dream: A Fictional Narrative

Eren was sitting on a dark velvet love seat in a dark room, the only light coming from the candles stationed around the room. Across from Eren was a balcony with French doors, a blood red moon partially covered by dark clouds staring at him. There were no stars, just pitch black sky.

Looking down, Eren saw that he was dressed as if he was going to a formal party: he was dressed in navy blue dress pants that hugged his legs perfectly with a matching vest and jacket over an ironed white dress shirt. Eren realised that he wasn't wearing a tie but a cravat like the ones Levi wore. He tapped a shiny black dress shoe against the floorboards as he looked around.

"Would you like some wine Eren?"

Eren snapped his head to the side when he heard the

Levi was walking around the love seat to stand by Eren. He pulled Eren by the arm to stand behind him, shielding the younger with his body.

"I was wondering why Eren was late for the expedition and was sent to get him. I just never thought Eren was under a Forced Dream," Levi said.

"A Forced Dream?" Eren repeated dumbly. "What's that?"

"I should have known you would have come into it," the woman said. "You were always stronger than me Levi."

"Why the Forced Dream Helena?" Levi demanded. "What are you trying to achieve?"

"All in due time Levi," the woman — who Eren now knew as Helena — said. "You still have the mind seal on, but it's slowly breaking off."

"I don't have time for this shit," Levi growled. He pulled Eren in front of him against his chest, one arm held around his waist. Eren shivered at the close contact, his mind going to the day Levi almost kissed him.

"Levi, what are you doing?" Eren asked as Levi covered his eyes with his hand. Levi's skin felt cold against his heated skin. When had the room gone hot?

"Well, at least I don't have to take him out of it," Helena says as Eren's vision behind Levi's hand turned sapphire