#seelezeit

I'm just imagining that the wol wakes up one morning and turns over in bed to see Ardbert flanked by seven other people who are all in the wol's inn room and staring at them with expressions in various states of confusion. They are all wildly different and similar to one another in ways indescribable by words alone.

God I am too, omegaverse is such a guilty pleasure. 

But regardless, that sounds absolutely adorable, as if titan!Eren couldn’t be more like an oversized teddy bear when it comes to being gentle with the reader. I think it would be even more interesting if A/B/O typings are commonplace in the world, and everyone just sortoff assumed that all titans either were typeless altogether or defaulted so some pseudo-alpha type (insert in-world bullshit logic equating ‘masculine form’ to ‘alpha typing’).

In fact, Eren himself probably doesn’t realize it as much as the others don’t, not until he’s exposed to the reader, whom is a particularly strong-scented alpha. Titan physiology is fairly different from humans, so nobody quite knows if what Eren is experiencing is a sudden-onset but low-grade heat, or if he’s just a very cuddly omega. Could be both, though even Hanji admits they know next to nothing about how this works.

“Just spend time with him!” they assure you amusedly, watching this 15-meter-tall titan all but hold and rub you against his cheek. “But make sure to take notes! I want a complete debriefing whenever he, uh, decides to put you down.”

You wouldn’t be completely unaware nor unaffected either. Eren, titan or not, still smells very much like an omega. You might describe it as something cloying and sweet, but to the point of sharpness--most omegas tend to have subdued scents, even into the middle of their heats, so Eren’s almost hits you like a train despite being able to get used to it slowly after that. Maybe it’s because his body is making up for the fact that he’d never experienced a bond with an alpha before. Or maybe it’s an outright titan thing? There’s a lot of uncertainty yet with it.

Nevertheless, nesting is a behavior that can vary wildly across omegas, alphas and even betas on occasion. Some prefer a more metaphorical nest in the form of a safe home, while others quite literally fill a room with so many blankets, clothes and pillows that they can hardly fit. Eren is, hilariously, more of the latter when it comes to his nesting habits as an omega, though it’s admittedly a bit harder for him to find worthwhile nesting materials when most of what even the Survey Corps can provide all fit within his palm. He tends to use a lot of grasses, leaves and the like, but it’s still not Perfect(tm) and that tends to frustrated him outwardly.

Dating megumi has many perks to include free doggos

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The rain hasn’t let up since it started falling earlier that morning. With no lessons held nor missions assigned for the foreseeable day, all it means is that you’re left to try and entertain yourself - or more accurately, you’re left to try and find some entertainment out of your boyfriend.

“Megumiiii~” you whine, letting yourself fall against his back with arms sprawled over his shoulders. “Don’t you want to go out and do something fun together?”

“Like what?” he turns his head slightly to the side, glancing back at how the majority of your body is all but slumped across his bed. The window in front of him is hazy, raindrops slowly rolling down the cold surface while the clouds outside still seem dark and dreary.

“I dunno,” you wrap your arms around his neck and tug yourself closer until your chest is pressed up against his back, face nuzzling between his shoulder blades. “Maybe watch a movie?”

“Not interested.”

“Explore the campus?”

“Might get in trouble.”

“Okay,” you huff and gently bump your forehead to the back of his neck. “Then an offer you can’t refuse: a nap?”

Fushiguro considers it for a few moments. It’s not like there’d be any pressing matters for the rest of the day, and there wasn’t any lingering projects that required any part of his attention. The day is simply cool and deary, the clouds nothing more than a soft blanket coaxing him into a gentle sense of calm. And then there’s you, pressed all too warmly against his body. When was the last time the two of you even had a day to spend together like this?

He can’t remember.

The man turns after a few moments, twisting his torso around so that he can drag you back across his lap and press a kiss to the top of your head.

“Sure,” he murmurs. “A nap sounds pretty good.”

You wiggle in his arms and peek up and try to ignore the warmth filling your cheeks from how his hair falls messily over his eyes.

“One more condition though.”

“Hm?”

“You have to summon one of your dogs.”

Fushiguro’s brows knit together in a moment of confusion, but you’re quick to explain what honestly shouldn’t need to be explained.

“Because it’s cold, and naps are always better with loved ones and at least one fluffy dog. A cat would work too, but I’ve never seen you summon one.”

“But it’s a shikigami,” he says. “They’re not exactly warm to the touch.”

You huff and push yourself into his chest until the two of you fall back onto the bed. “Don’t care,” the words murmur into his chest. “They’re still soft and fluffy.”

After a few moments, you hear him sigh and feel a gentle hand stroke down the center of your back. And just a few minutes after that - the telltale softness of a dark-colored dog laying beside the two of you, head pushing into your open palm when you reach out to pet him.