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[ you rang

because eren arrives with a zipping sound as wires snap and reel back to him, and using something he hasn’t used in a while— his survey corps uniform. the hooded cloak helps obscure himself in the dark, hide his face and keep himself warm.

he’s alert, and stares for a moment before elliot’s song feels like a hand coaxing him to come. something is not right and eren can feel it knotting in his stomach, he can feel it— but love is deaf as it is blind. he approaches regardless, and little does he know he’s already let the caged door behind him swing shut. ]

We should be careful around here, I . . .

[ . . . what was he going to say? ]

[He'll keep singing until he "notices" Eren, turning his head and smiling at him warmly. It's the same loving smile he's always given him. If anything, he seems really relaxed tonight.]

I know, but don't worry. It's just us around.

["Us" includes a monster that is now your fiance, but eh details. He holds out his hand for him, encouraging him to come closer]

[ augggghh god why. that smile. he can’t not with that smile!

it strikes him as weird, either way. it strikes him as odd to have to wait a few seconds on standby to remember what was on his mind instead of staring. eren’s lips pull into a frown, and for the first time— he notices a thought: multiply. what? the water suddenly strikes him as a discomfort, and he feels . . . weird.

everything just feels weird. it’s not like he’d melt in the water or anything. right?

it’s great to see elliot so secure, but then, why was eren the one on edge? his shoulders look tense as he comes to sit with him, not distrusting of his fiancé in the slightest, but . . . looking around them again indicates just what’s bothering him, or at least some part of it. ]

I saw Magnus. [ the large, shadowy werewolf of magatus that had become his group’s guide in february. ] Something . . . Isn’t right, Elliot.

[As Eren sits down next to him, he'll notice his edginess and wrap his arm around Eren's shoulders, rubbing his arm to help him relax as he kisses the side of his head. He'll be okay here....just relax....

At least he still has enough of his mind to be surprised by what Eren said]

Magnus? The wolf from magatus? [that's weird] What's he doing here?

He came because of the emblem.

[ he’s . . . only assuming, its eyes glowed and there he was. eren’s probably already showed it to elliot at some point, only a wolf’s head that could fit in your hand. he tries to relax, he does when hands are on him and lips are on his temple, leaning into it as he speaks. ]

He told me to dig up some grave, and we found this, [ he’s left it all at home, but his phone as a picture saved: the first is of an entire note on specimen a, the first harpy, along with some other things that match with what was found about harpy experimentation in august. the next picture, when elliot’s ready to swipe, is of a little vial of red liquid that’s described in the note— harpy dna. ] and when the notes took us to the woods, there wasn’t anything else there. Magnus was gone and I ran into Jasmine.

[ one of his surrogate sisters is the troubling part, where eren’s brows crease even further as he tries to find an explanation. ]

Something’s really wrong with her.

[WELL...THAT SURE IS CREEPY. He looks at the pictures on the phone, feeling some curiosity but there's still a bit of detachment on his end. Maybe if he was shown this during the daytime he'd care more but...]

That's strange....

[he tilts his head a little, the irony seeming lost on him]

What makes you say that?

[ eren’s always the one to say don’t expect from people or you’ll get disappointed, but— it’s hard to say he wasn’t expecting at least a little bit more interest in the clues. they were clues on retrospec, he found this in a grave, magnus cake all the from from magatus to recolle just to show him.

what’s strange is only hearing a “that’s strange” and leaving it at that. he’s found only staring at elliot with owlish eyes filled with concern, putting the phone aside, rubbing the side of his temple with a hand and fingers.

was he the one that was weird? ]

She . . . Threw this— slime all over me, she was, [ he can’t concentrate. he has to pull back to the first topic again. ] It’s more than strange. It’s something serious. It’s something—

[ he gestures. ]

Retrospec’s in trouble. If they’re in trouble, we’re in trouble, you can’t— see that?

[ there’s more than concern in his face now. there’s alarm, like pieces are pulling together and something can ambush him any second. ]

[Jasmine threw slime all over him? that makes him frown, almost annoyed. Eren was his, and some slime monster got all over him? Ugh. It's a good thing he was planning to infect him anyway, maybe it'll keep Eren from becoming a complete slimey gel.

And Eren was still talking about retrospec. About getting to the bottom of this mystery. Even more, he seems to be noticing something was up with Elliot. He does feel a little bad, that he can't bring himself to care. So he'll offer this.]

...Let's talk about this in the daytime, okay? At night I can't-

[He'll care more then. But right now, he needs to move. Eren knows him to well to actually trick him once he's caught onto something. And if Eren gets into suspicious mode, he'll do something stupid. So he reaches up his hand against Eren's cheek to make him face him, and moves in for an assertive kiss.]

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You can’t—

[ you can’t what? eren’s about to ask, urgent and with suspicion raising another few levels in his head, but—

it’s too late. he’s already infected, a budding greenhorn to thoughts that were only able to tickle his surface before given more fuel to burn and spread. elliot was the fuel, and his kiss had been the match; eren nearly pulls away in alarm, a jolt visible in his shoulders and leaning away because who does that when being questioned? something was wrong, something was wrong and his heart breaks a little when he has to admit: it’s not me, something’s wrong with elliot.

by the time his lips are free to breathe, he stares wide eyed and startled, trying to inhale when his throat just feels tight. he doesn’t breathe. a door that was only cracked open had been swung off its hinges. whatever it was that was already wrong with him, it spreads. whatever fuel elliot had left, eren’s body began to beg for. it’s a haunting chant he can’t get rid of.

this was a dream. it felt that way with the way his head was swimming, how his mind swished and swayed between what was right and wrong, conscious or otherwise.

eren’s the one to tilt his head and lean in this time. he asks for another like a breatheless addict trying something new for the first time— the more infection the better. he only tries to put his hands on elliot, but they’re damp and begin to wet the spots on his clothes. they’re . . . gooe, and the natural wetness begins to seep. ]

[he notices jolt and attempt to lean away. Elliot has to remind himself that it's nothing personal, it's a normal first reaction to the infection. When he breaks the kiss, he keeps him close. His eyes keep staring into his, half to keep Eren from pulling away and half to watch for that reaction.

He's able to tell the moment the door swings off the hinges. Eren's eyes were always so expressive. It's thrilling to see the shift from them. From having fear to the need.

Elliot's excited when Eren leans back in for another kiss, happily indulging him with a full kiss, slipping his tongue in and making sure he spreads as much as the infection as he can. The sooner he can get Eren to join him, the better. He didn't want to wait three days, he wanted him by his side right away.

But oh...yeah, it's impossible not to notice that wet good soaking spots on his clothes. When Elliot finally breaks the kiss, he'll pout a little as he looks down at the hands.]

Aw, she did infect you. I was hoping to make you mine first.

[He'll have to work extra to make it clear who Eren belonged to. He will lean back to tug off his shirt though before Eren gets too much goo on it, since he needs it for the morning. Underneath, green scales were already starting to appear in the spots where the wetness had reached the skin.]

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[ there are still so many questions and eren’s mind tries to catch all the scattered thoughts at once like trying to catch escaped animals from the zoo in panicking chaos. he tries to make sense of the word infectant and it’s variants— he’s seen it on the network, he’s heard something about it.

but . . .

he still feels dazed. he still feels like he’s dreaming and suffocating with his own poisonous drug, and even with that happening, he feels like he’s . . . sitting on the sidelines. he doesn’t care. he can’t bring himself to care. he can only care about what a delightful liplock he’s had and how much he desires more.

he’s panting because he feels sick. he’s panting and writhing because he feels like he’s going to vomit. he’s changing from the inside out, trying to grab for elliot and his scaled spots now. eren’s fingers slide over his light skin, so light, he can still see freckles— or were those more scales? he can’t get a grip on them. too slippery (until he figures out how to channel that all to his mouth, yummy)]

What’s . . . This about— You’re-?

[ he’s forgetting his words, but he’s feverish. he feels dry and moist all at once. he is having the trip of a lifetime and words still pile up one on top of the other to mask anything else that should be important: infect multiply destroy infect multiply destroy . ]

Do I listen–? Elliot—

[ he tries to say “help” but lurches halfway. there’s blue there, in his mouth. oh god oh god gROSs THIS IS GROSS. he wants to hurl and nothing comes out, only a burning throat and scales, blue, they look like, flaking skin away from dewy palms. he looks at them, shaking but feeling sluggish even to breathe. it itches and the slime ribbons with the smallest breeze, and honestly?

even if he’s giving in, he looks terrified. ]

[Welp. Okay, this sure is grosser than his transformation. Slime monsters were disgusting and he's going to be salty about one touching his man for awhile, got it.

But right now, he is worried about Eren. He puts his hands on Eren's face to try to calm him down, shushing him]

It's okay...you'll be okay. It goes easier if you listen. I'm right here.

[He lowers his hand to take Eren's, not caring that it's slimey. He'll get up and gently tug him towards the water. This will be easier in the water, Eren will feel better there. ]

Let's go to the water okay? It'll help.

[ he might actually cry, but then again eren was always so easily tugged into emotion. especially when this is. absolutely disgusting and he was borderline worried he’d melt. slimes are fickle with their feelings, to boot. eren could go from hot to cold in a stretch of seconds now, which . . . is what seems to be happening. from watering eyes (that do not drop tears, but dribbles of slime) to a huffy stare from elliot to the water, he takes his hand and squeezes it. it feels like he’s squeezing a soap bar that keeps slipping from his fingers, but he tries.

the water had been a sure concern earlier, but— it wasn’t so unsettling anymore. it called him.

just listen. that’s all he had to do. listen. ]

Just don’t, [ augh, another vomity feeling. nothing comes out, though. only gills that cut through the curve down his neck and open. they ask for water. ] let go of me.

[ god what if he just turns into a pile of slime and disappears in the ocean ]

[Oh great so in other words, slime made Eren even more Eren-y. Great.]

I won't let go.

[He leads him slowly into the water, his hands trying to hold into him as best as he could despite all the slime. He leads them slowly into the water, deeper and deeper. When the water reaches Elliot's chest (Eren's stomach lets be real), he'll pause and remove one of his hands to undo his pants buttons and pull them down, kicking them off so they don't get in the way. He'll recover them later, once he's sure Eren's okay.

Once that's done, he'll pull Eren back close to him, taking both hands again. Something brushes up against Eren's legs- a fish tail. Instead of walking, he swims as he keeps leading Eren deeper. ]

You're safe here, don't worry.

[ he too tol

they’ll dry enough throughout the night, hopefully. not that eren is worrying about clothes at this point in time. the water helps disperse the slime from him, making it easier to hold onto anything including elliot’s hands. he’s not melting, probably thanks to elliot to begin with. his racing heart calms. his breathing steadies once they’re welcomed by a chilly envelopment.

he can only feel the scales pushing through, his arms and calves beginning to burn and itch harder than the patches around his shoulders and back. can he take these off too, the fabric? they’re binding him—

so at the very least, off come his own clothes. he wanted to go deeper, and he wanted the water to touch him completely. eren, while holding his breath, dips a little deeper, crouching and letting his body flow the way it had to until the surface was at his shoulders. he exhales, a little shaken but only from the cold. the touch of a tail makes him snap his attention immediately downwards, but the water— it doesn’t let him see anything beyond a reflection of something shiny.

eren doesn’t walk, even if the water is still shallow for him. he wants to swim. ]

I want to see you.

[ he might not be able to stay underwater for too long, but he wanted to see everything. he’s already feeling safe. ]

[Elliot will help him removing his clothes, tugging at Eren's shirt and pushing down his pants. He doesn't think twice about them stripping out in the middle of the ocean. Clothes were for land, when they needed to walk among people. Out here, they only got in the way.

He's glad to see Eren calming down, already starting to change. He badly wants to know what he'll look like when it's done, but he can wait. They're going to be together forever, after all. Even in Elliot's full monstrous form, he still hasn't removed that ring.

At the request to be seen....he smiles, showing his fangs. Eren's probably not ready yet for long seadives, so he'll have to show him himself. He leans over to give another loving kiss, before pulling back. He lays back and makes himself float in front of Eren, so he can see all of him. His legs have been replaced with a green mermaid tail that matches his eyes. The tail goes all the way up to his waist, where it gradually merges with skin with patches of scales scattered all over the top half of his body. With the scarf gone with the rest of his clothing, a pair of gills are visible on his neck. ]

How do I look?

[He asks playfully]

[ the only time they are naked and things are sfw

eren can feel more of the toothy smile when he’s fetching after the kiss given— he can feel the pointed ends when he uses more tongue to slip across elliot’s lips before he’s pulling away, and eren wades after him. as a warning: eren’s kisses are gaining a little extra viscosity. his mouth stains enough blue that he looks like he ate way too many blue gushers, but for someone infected it might not be much of a bother.

just a mild looking salivation problem. it glows.

it’s also very thick in his throat and he doesn’t really know how to breathe through it without coughing it up and submerging the water for a few seconds, to wet the rest of him and get some slime relief. emerging with half his face first and lifting more to see elliot showing a vibrancy of colors to him, a flowing tail to match him and all—

he can’t help but to smile, even if it’s somewhat strained as the rest of the scales push through. his hands feel more resistance when they press across the water, as do his feet. no gills yet.

elliot is stunning all the same, and eren’s arms reach out for elliot to come to him, at least to his hands. they’re webbed, he finds, and fingers can no longer lace into each other. ]

How you . . . Should. [ because there’s no other way he should be. he’s beautiful. he’s natural.

everything is the way it should be. there are less questions literally swimming in his head. he doesn’t need to question anything else. the answer was so simple now that he’s at a loss of words to not just the wonderful appearance of his infected love, but of everything he was meant to do now: multiply. infect. destroy. ] You were right. It’s easier.

[Elliot beams at Eren's words, knowing that the other is finally coming around. Like always, there's no hesistation when Eren reaches out for him. He moves and swims back over to Eren. It's harder to take Eren's hand now that they're webbed, so he'll just pull him close into a hug.

He cares less with each moment about the visocity coming from Eren's mouth or other parts of his body. Was he still annoyed a slime monster got to him first? Yes, but at least he won't be completely slime. And Eren's words were right. This is how they should be.

his face buries itself in the crook of Eren's neck as he presses up against him. ]

Mm. Especially now that we're together. [Eventually he'll work on infecting others. Multplying their numbers. But Eren had always been first on his list

...From this angle, his neck sure looked and smell good. He swallows, remembering he hasn't had any blood yet.]

....Ahaha, would it...be okay if I took a nibble?

[ a nibble? it didn’t sound . . . bad. if anything, it could speed him up more into feeling completely at home in the water. he still has his legs keeping them up in a slight hover above the water’s surface, just enough to breathe and keep his chin over elliot’s shoulder, one hand holding him while the other traces down his back and to his scaled waist.

eren doesn’t question a single thing. he exposes his neck more to him, even. it’s unscaled, soft and vulnerable. what eren would always do with elliot: expose his belly at all times. ]

As much as you want.

[ he had unbelievable pain tolerance anyway. it wouldn’t feel like anything beyond a prick. ]

[Oh well this is a reaction he was happy to see. Eren embracing this, letting him drink from him. He finds himself licking his lips just thinking about it. ]

Thank you...

[He opens his mouth enough to let his fans stick out, before lowering his head down to that exposed neck. He'll pause a moment to take in the smell. Even with the changes, he still smelled like his Eren.

Once he takes a moment on that, he moves to push the fangs into Eren's neck. He's never done this before, so he's going by instinct. He feels unsure about what he's doing until he tastes the first bite of blood through his fangs.

Oh...wow.]

[ it’s not like he doesn’t feel anything, though. it’s a sensitive spot. those are teeth sinking into his jugular and drawing a plentiful amount of blood. eren tried not to cringe, shoulders shuddering to keep from rising, holding his breath and squeezing into the hug.

it’s fine— it’s fine.

it’s actually very fine. water slushes onto their bodies and pulls at the remaining changes eren needed; infection seeps through the bite and gives eren growing fins. his toes web, giving him less need to kick when only a simple wave would keep him upright. his spine pokes up subtly, his scales spread like wildfire— all until there’re no longer legs by elliot’s tail, but his own tail, a mesh of bright and dark blue hues.

that was supposed to feel weird, but it wasn’t. ]

How is it–?

[Elliot doesn't intend to bleed him dry, he doesn't need that much. But he was caught off guard by how good it tasted, how potent to his vampire tastebuds. Instead of just drinking to feed, he found himself letting out pleased little sounds as he drinks. He even drinks a little longer than intended, only stopping when Eren speaks to him.]

Delicious....

[The words come out as a near purr as he licks off any remaining blood off his teeth. It's then he notices how much further the changes have gotten on Eren's body. He runs his fingers over some of those extra scales, and his tail wraps around Eren in delight. ]

Mm...you're coming along so nicely, Eren.

[ his neck is bleeding and he might have been on the verge of feeling lightheaded, but they’re working with the limit here. as small as the punctures are, they still run deep enough to suck and the leftovers stream down his jugular in an expected trickle. it was— oddly. satisfying to hear elliot’s hum vibrate into his core.

his nose stays close to elliot’s nape, caressing him with his lips the way he’d usually do even though right now it’s just slimey, but the water helps dilute any thickness and makes it even seem normal. it’s as if they weren’t monsters at all— just two lovestruck young men that have fallen even deeper into each other. he can’t help nestling elliot, admiring him with his hands in every touch and every growing urge to just . . .

treat him like the treasure he was, he supposed. even if he does that already, he could always do so much more. ]

Take me under?

[ he feels like that’s the last thing he really needs. ]

[Love finds a way, even when it's between two monsters. Elliot certainly is overjoyed to have Eren here with him. He doesn't move to heal the punctures just yet. Eren's regeneration will kick in eventually, and for now there was something pleasing to see the bite mark there. It was like a hickey for monsters.

Elliot holds onto him as Eren nestles close to him, ready to ignore the rest of the world for the while to just be with the man he loves so much. At Eren's request, he's more than happy to oblige.]

Okay.

[He reaches over to lift Eren's chin, leaning over to give him another kiss, a long lasting one. As he does so, he'll gently tug Eren deeper into the water, until they're both completely submerged. The mermaid kiss should keep him from drowning for a little bit, hopefully long enough for Eren's own gills to come in.]

[ they need to enjoy that while it lasts. they can never get actual hickeys and this is a sad world of regen they live in (or a really good one when they could love bite all night and not have to worry about the next day at work or school 👀).

it’s really, really hot to say the least; elliot has a seducing charm while he does this, drawing eren into a kiss that could drag on for a lifetime if he could breathe a different way. down they go, where the sound of the crickets and frogs are muffled by silence, the occasional glob of air bubbling up, the swish of water— eren stays under and follows as easily as a tide, maintaining his lips over elliot’s while raising his hands to hold him, one on his head and the other at the back of his neck.

while he coaxes wider, it’s clear that he doesn’t need to gasp for air; there are slits opening by the sides of his neck, easily felt by a touch. elliot’s fish tail no longer needs to wrap and guide legs when it’s tangled in another tail.

he doesn’t want to fight the changes at all. ]

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