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 In which the people from the year 850 who suffered from the horrors of titans as the 104th Training Squad are reincarnated in modern-day 21st century. Life is different – peaceful, even, and yet none of them changed a bit. But was that for good or bad? Eren Jaeger, now starting high-school as a freshman with the entire 104th Training Squad, is held back after school to clean Levi’s Honors English classroom when he remembers something maybe he shouldn’t have in this life-time. (Slight!LeviEren, Implications of JeanMarco, ConnieSasha, ChristaYmir and Vague Spoilers for the Manga and Anime) Eren Jaeger – aged 15, had

Eren Jaeger, at his seventeenth birthday, ran away from home. Why? Because he had a dream, one no one thought he could achieve, or he was suited for. What was it, you ask? Simple. Eren wanted to become a model. However, that was something that people of his German hometown saw as foolish. That was only two months ago. He finally found his way to the City of Light, Paris.  He had to keep two jobs at once, at a morning cafe and at a cabaret during night, as a waiter again. He was kind of jealous of those who worked as singers and dancers there, and he wouldn't mind if he was there, on stage, for just one night. And one evening, as a roll on the

TITLE: Mathom PAIRING: FrodoSam RATING: PG-13 ________________ You always did have the loveliest mathoms. I recall the blackberry bush you planted beneath my bed-smial window when we were young. When the weather grew hot, we'd lie beneath the bush and watch the sunset and eat the fat swollen berries straight from the brambles. Our faces and fingers would be stained violet for days after, but it left warm memories behind. Today you would come of age. It seemed so long ago that I came of age myself. I still recall the nervousness in my stomach the morning I awoke and remembered the date. I had given Bilbo his lovely red-bound leather boo

TITLE: Halves PAIRING: Sam/Frodo RATING: PG-13 _________________ Sam awoke with a jolt. Rattling from the smial's kitchen roused Rosie from his side, lifting her head from the crook of his neck. "Sam…?" "Not again," breathed Sam, his voice heavy with sleep as he climbed from the bed and drew on a pair of breeches over his nightshirt. Another bang made Rosie jump and gathered baby Frodo from his cradle and to her breast. Sam rubbed his bleary eyes, lighting a candle and stepping into the hall. A loud crash made him nearly jump out of his skin. As he neared the kitchen, the sounds increased. In the pale candlelight, he could see the

"Wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales." Sam was saying. "What?" Frodo turned, smiled softly, but kept walking. "I wander if people will ever say, 'I wanna hear about Frodo, and the Ring.' And they'll say, 'Yes, it's one of my favourite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, dad? Yes, my boy. The most famousest of hobbits, and that's saying a lot.'" "You've left out one of the chief characters." Frodo said smiling. "Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam." Frodo stopped, turned and looked at Sam. His voice was impeded. He finally spoke after a while. "Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam." "Now Mister Frod