#zekeren

"Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind

You were mine, but you were awful every time

So don′t tell them what you told me

Don′t hold me like you know me

I would rather burn forever"

-🪐

Ooh saturn you picked a good one! That’s the modern zekeren au I’ve been rotating in my mind for years. They’re both awful and toxic and the worst thing in the world for each other—but they stay together regardless. The incest is the least worrisome thing about their whole…thing!

A snippet (early in the narrative, since I haven’t written much past the “early days”):

A flash of yellow behind the living room French doors. The edge of someone’s shoulder and arm, peeking into the room. Surveilling.

Holy shit. Eren had almost forgotten Zeke was in the house. He’d arrived for his visit late last night, and he hadn’t come out of his room all Saturday. Fucking lurker.

Zeke started when Eren turned to meet his eyes. His expression was…

Huh. It was like he’d been caught.

His gaze was softer than usual when he looked at Eren. There was no accusation, no weary, put-upon older-brother responsibility in his face. He almost looked…pleased.

Like seeing Eren with Mikasa and Armin had stirred something in Zeke that Eren had never been able to stir on his own.

Like Zeke was finally seeing what everyone saw in Eren.

A weird sensation rushed down Eren’s torso, squeezing his stomach uncomfortably. His cheeks got hot and his breath hitched in a soft gasp.

He’d spent years shining his halo in front of his big brother, with no success. None of the tricks he’d learned in therapy would soften Zeke in the slightest. Nothing that worked on his parents, his friends, his teachers, worked on his half brother. No matter how he acted, Zeke always saw through it.

And this was the moment he’d decided to change his mind?

Fuck you, he thought venomously, glaring at the door where Zeke had once again disappeared.

But also, fuck. He liked the way that felt.

Zekeren kiss.