Hey, @ereri-nekolife I was your secret santa! The number was #29..
I hope you had an amazing Christmas and girrrl, chapter 101 hyped me so bad that I HAD to finish this so, without further ado, here’s your gift :D
You asked for canonverse cuddling ereri, and I came up with this. I hope you like it, and feel free to ask for any changes because I’ll surely keep working on it (that was actually my first time drawing ereri!).
So, anyway, I made this with lots of love and I hope it meets your expectations!
Have an amazing day.
Sincerely,
Santa.
PS. Sorry for the delay, I was 24/7 thinking “oh noooo, she’ll think I’ve forgotten about her” which I swear I didn’t, drawing windows is harder than it looks and it made me procrastinate!!!
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Summary: While travelling on SC business, Levi and Eren manage to find one of the last available rooms in town.
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For @fluffymusketeer as a belated Ereri Secret Santa gift! It was an honor to be a backup santa for you, my love, and I hope you enjoy.
Check out the gorgeous art by @sulkingmoon! I have been crying over it all day.
By the time they arrived in the second town on their list, summer was in full, muggy force. Levi could feel the sweat sliding down his forehead, down his back, everywhere. Eren had tied his hair back in a loose ponytail and looked worse for wear.
When Levi saw that the town was buzzing, that stands were only just being dismantled from the streets, that there were signs out everywhere with directions to various shops and restaurants, he got a sinking feeling. They’d already hitched their horses at the stables, and the next town was another day’s ride away.
“Didn’t the schedule say the River Festival was supposed to have finished yesterday?” he asked Eren. A group of screaming children ran by; Levi was exhausted just looking at them. They’d been on this recruitment effort for Hanji for over a week now, and Levi was lead to believe today would be a day free from crowds and conversation.
“It definitely did,” Eren was quick to assure. He looked as disappointed as Levi felt. “I checked when we stopped for lunch earlier.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the schedule, quickly scanning it. “Yep. Definitely supposed to have ended yesterday.”
“Fucking Hanji,” Levi muttered, the heat making it harder for him to mask his irritation. “We’re going to have a hell of a time trying to find somewhere to stay tonight.”
Eren pushed his hair out of his eyes and frowned over at Levi. “I hope we can and soon. I’m starving, and I need a shower.”
“We’ll figure something out,” Levi said, a promise to himself as much as Eren.
It took several tries, but finally towards the edge of town they found an inn with a room free, just as the sun was beginning to set. The trouble was, the innkeeper told them apologetically, was that the room only had one bed. There was nothing they could do since it was so last minute. It was surprising they had anything left at all, really.
Levi waved him off. “It’s fine,” he said.
“Wait, Levi,” Eren protested, “maybe we should keep looking for somewhere with more rooms?”
It was too late, and he was too tired, for whatever nonsense this was. “We’ve been searching for hours. It’s fine.” He turned his attention back to the innkeeper. “Is your kitchen still open?”
“It is,” he said. “Tonight we’ve got vegetable stew or sausages and roast potatoes.”
“That’ll do,” Levi nodded.
Eren was still looking unhappy about the situation, and he shuffled along miserably as they walked to one of the tables in the back of the small dining room of the inn.
“I thought maybe we’d go out to dinner together tonight,” Eren said.
“We’re eating dinner out together right now.”
“Not like this,” Eren said, looking around the room with disappointment, crossing his arms over his chest.
Levi didn’t see why some splintered wooden walls, uncomfortable chairs, and wobbly tables bothered Eren so much. This place obviously wasn’t the best in town, but since when was he so fussy about these sorts of things? And at least the food sounded good.
“It smells like mildew in here,” Eren added.
“You’ve been acting like something crawled up your ass since we got here,” Levi said. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing!” Eren squawked, failing to convince Levi that nothing was in fact wrong. Oh well. If Eren wasn’t going to be forthcoming, Levi wasn’t in the mood to press the issue.
“You can have the first shower,” Levi offered. He wasn’t completely heartless.
Eren shot him a relieved, grateful look. “Thanks, yeah. I’ll take you up on that.”
The food came then, sausage and potatoes covered in a thick gravy. If Hanji couldn’t even be bothered to get their schedule right, the least they could do was treat them to a decent meal. Despite the look of the place, the food was good. The gravy was rich, not too bland the way it tended to be at HQ, and the potatoes were crisp on the outside and so tender inside, practically melting on his tongue.
As they ate, they discussed their plans for the next day. They’d been given permission to set up in the town center. An ad (which Levi hated) had even been taken out in the paper announcing their arrival.
The strategy was to inspire the youth to enter basic training and keep the SC at the forefront of their minds by introducing them directly to two of its finest soldiers. Mikasa was often sent with Levi or Eren to inspire more girls to join, and she was actually better at this whole thing than either of them were.
Levi was considering this when he said, “It’s a little on the nose we were sent together this time. Don’t you think?”
Eren froze, looking as though Levi had accused him of something. “What do you mean?”
“Humanity’s Strongest, Humanity’s Hope.” Levi gestured between them. “Usually their strategy is to split us up and send us each with someone more charismatic. But now they’ve gone all in on those shitty titles.”
Levi expected Eren to laugh, but instead his frown deepened. Something was obviously wrong, but Levi couldn’t imagine his remark had offended Eren. They’d joked in the past that Eren was too intense and Levi was too withdrawn to be appropriate ambassadors for the Corps.
“Actually, I asked to come with you this time,” Eren admitted. His voice was quiet and he avoided Levi’s eyes, prodding at his food without taking a bite.
“Why?” Levi asked.
Time slowed to a crawl as Eren mulled over his answer. “I thought it would be nice,” he said finally, as if that answered anything at all. “To spend more time together,” he added, with a firm nod of his head.
Levi stared at Eren, trying to understand what the hell he was talking about. They spent plenty of time together. In fact, they trained together almost every day, lead drills for the new recruits, sat at the same table at dinner night after night. Eren must have gotten sick of travelling with Mikasa.
“I’m sure you won’t feel like that after two more weeks with me,” he deflected.
Eren tilted his head at Levi. “That isn’t true at all.”
There was a particular sweetness in Eren’s tone, so guileless, that startled Levi. It was good he was nearly finished with his food anyway: he was too thrown off to continue eating. This conversation was dangerously close to tipping over into something Levi was not designed for.
The truth was, as skeptical as Levi was about why Eren would want to spend isolated stretches of time with him, he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather do this with either. Eren’s presence was never intrusive; he seemed to intuit when Levi was in a talkative or quiet mood. Even now, he appeared content to sit in silence as he cleared his plate.
Out of the corner of his eye, Levi caught Eren sneaking glances at him. He forced himself not to let the his sausages go to waste, and once they were both finished he said, “I’m going to head up to bed.”
Eren stiffened, looking uneasy, but he followed Levi upstairs.
They’d both taken showers, but it was all for naught--the heat in the small room was stifling. Levi flung the windows open, all the while grumbling that they hadn’t even bothered to put up curtains. An intermittent breeze graced them, but the overall effect was minimal. Levi shucked off his clothes until he was only in his briefs.
Eren had a pinched, miserable expression on his face, and he was taking a suspiciously long time to get ready for bed.
“What’s wrong now?” Levi’s patience was wearing thin.
“What? Nothing,” Eren said skittishly. He looked down at the bed, just wide enough for them both to lie side by side on their backs. It could have been worse, Levi thought.
Eren seemed to have remembered how to remove his trousers and now was taking his time with his shirt, fingers nudging at the hem.
“I’ve seen you naked before,” Levi pointed out. “We can sleep however you like. Stop overthinking it.”
This didn’t seem to have the calming effect Levi had intended (though that was often the case with his words), but it did spur Eren into action, and he climbed under the thin sheets quickly, avoiding Levi’s eyes.
“Aren’t you going to be hot?”
“I’m fine!” Eren replied, back still to Levi.
To Levi’s disappointment, Eren didn’t try to make conversation like he usually would. It was late, but Levi didn’t anticipate falling asleep any time soon; the heat only made his insomnia worse. It would have been nice to lie awake and talk to Eren for a little while.
He tried not to disturb Eren with his restlessness, the bed small enough that any motion was disruptive. Eventually he managed to drift off for maybe an hour. When he woke up, Eren had thrown the covers off and was lying with an arm stretched over his head, a hand on his belly and...oh. Levi’s gaze trailed downward. Eren’s briefs weren’t leaving much to the imagination, his erection straining against the cotton.
Over the years of course he’d noticed that Eren had grown into an attractive young man, but he didn’t make a habit of dwelling on it. Now, though, he was confronted with it completely. Eren was a vision in the moonlight from the open window. Levi swallowed; he couldn’t look away. He wondered what Eren was dreaming about.
Well. At least if Levi couldn’t sleep he had this to distract him. He indulged himself, watching Eren’s chest rise and fall with heavy breaths, the way his chest glistened with sweat. Levi was admiring the way Eren’s hair was falling over his eyes when said eyes opened.
First, Eren seemed to be become aware of his own body, face reddening as he glanced down at his erection. Then he became aware of Levi’s own, and his expression shifted rapidly from embarrassment to shock to heat.
He rolled on his side so they were face to face. “Levi?” he said, voice breathy and hopeful.
Levi didn’t respond; his mouth had gone dry. He couldn’t seem to move or look away from Eren.
The bed creaked as Eren shifted closer. “Levi?” he prompted again. Until now, Levi had never noticed the color of someone’s eyes, but like everything else about Eren it was beautiful, bold and undeniable. Levi’s lips parted of their own accord.
The kiss was more careful than Levi had anticipated. He’d expected it to feel like a crash, a fire. But it was tender, soft; Eren was a good kisser. Levi wondered distantly if it was a matter of practice or a matter that Eren could do just about anything right now and he would love it.
They were still on their sides, clutching at one another like they couldn’t get close enough when Eren flipped them so he had Levi pinned to the mattress. His gaze was heated, feral, everything the kiss hadn’t been--it went straight to Levi’s dick. He didn’t know why Eren had been holding back.
He shifted his hips, thrusting against Eren, their erections rubbing against one another, still confined by their briefs. It was a hint, and Eren took it. He sat up and removed his underwear, then Levi’s. This time when he bent forward to kiss Levi, he gripped both of their cocks in his hand, squeezing them together as he moaned frantically against Levi’s lips, sucked Levi’s tongue into his mouth.
The room was impossibly hotter now, and Eren’s skin was slippery, slicked with sweat. Levi was so hard for him, the way his body gleamed in the moonlight. Their dicks were still sliding against each other in Eren’s hands, and Levi couldn’t get enough.
“Levi this is good, but I--”
“Yeah, me too,” Levi said. The way Eren was looking at him, he was too exposed. “Turn around.”
This brought Eren’s head up. “What?”
Levi motioned with his hands and said, “Turn so your legs are by my head.”
“Oh.” There was more creaking from the bed as Eren followed the instructions, breathing hard.
Levi wondered then how much experience Eren had. Not much, he suspected from the eager, dopey expression he’d caught on Eren’s face as he turned around. He didn’t love the thought, but he didn’t entirely hate it either.
“Shift closer to me.”
“Levi, ” It came out as a whine, but Eren did what he was told until his swollen cock was in Levi’s face and then, soon after, his mouth.
As he had before, Eren took the hint and followed suit, licking and kissing Levi’s length, fingers digging into Levi’s thighs, moans vibrating around Levi’s sensitive skin. He could feel Eren trying to find his rhythm, so Levi lead by example, bobbing his head at an even pace, gripping Eren at his base and moving his hand in time.
It didn’t take long for Eren to get the hang of it, and Levi could feel himself getting sloppy as he lost himself in pleasure. He lapped at the underside, around the head when he couldn’t keep his rhythm, panting at Eren’s ministrations.
Without warning, Eren stopped. “Hey,” he said, and Levi stopped too, missing the weight of Eren in his mouth right away.
He moved so he could get a better look at Eren. From his position, he could see Eren’s whole body was flushed.
Eren sat up at the edge of the bed, facing away from Levi, and gave his cock a squeeze, closing his eyes and breathing deep.
“You’re close,” Levi observed. “It’s fine.” He just wanted Eren. To touch him, to hold him. How they came or how long it took didn’t make a difference to him.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
Levi snorted. It sounded ridiculous.
“I’m serious,” Eren said, knuckles white as he gripped the sheets around him. “I’ve wanted this for so long...I can’t. I don’t want to waste it.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” Levi asked, curious more than anything. He’d assumed this would go the other way, but in his mind’s eye he had a flash of how it would feel to have Eren taking him, face pressed into the mattress as Eren fucked him. Letting go of everything. The vision made his cock ache.
“God yeah.” Eren took a steadying breath. “I want that so much.”
“Come here,” Levi told him, starting to turn over. “I’ll tell you what to do.”
“I know what to do.” Eren furrowed his brow. “Why are you turning around?”
“So you can fuck me. Have we been having a different conversation?”
“But I thought--I want to see you.”
The thought of Eren hovering over him in the dark, eyes piercing into his, gave Levi pause. He stayed still, though, eyes following Eren as he stood and went to retrieve something from his bag in the corner of the room. He returned with a small bottle of oil, looking sheepish when Levi raised an eyebrow at him.
Rubbing at the back of his neck, Eren said, “I brought it for me. Being around you all day has that effect.”
Levi rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, Eren.” He stayed on his back, and though he kept his expression blank, he felt like his body had been reversed, turned inside-out. That Eren could see his bones, his blood, and his heart all out in the open.
“I mean it,” Eren insisted. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”
From anyone else that would sound like a line, some practiced bullshit, but for the second time today Eren’s sincerity sliced through him, to parts of Levi he’d long thought unreachable.
He wanted to try. To give something back to Eren. “I prefer my view.” Levi regretted it the instant he said it. This was why he never said shit like this. Strictly speaking it was accurate - the moonlight was again casting a glow around Eren, his body statuesque, cock hard against his belly - but he wished the words had never left his mouth.
At least until the wide grin broke out on Eren’s face. Levi didn’t understand it, but he felt as though he’d somehow given a precious gift.
Levi cleared his throat. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up.”
Eren pinned him to the mattress then, kissing him heatedly. He had Levi’s wrists in his hands, pressing them into the pillow above his head. Levi was impressed. More so when Eren kept him in place with one hand after slicking his other in oil, sliding a finger into Levi.
He hadn’t done this with anyone in a long time, and when he had he’d never watched his partner’s face with such careful interest. The way Eren’s eyes hooded with desire as Levi opened for him, how he looked so desperate for him, how he almost sobbed with relief when he finally began to fuck Levi.
Levi didn’t realise how badly he needed this, his head spun as he watched Eren move above him. He matched Eren’s pace, tilting his hips up to meet his thrusts.
“You feel so fucking good,” Levi said. He didn’t know why this came as such a surprise.
Eren bit his bottom lip, and Levi felt him shaking.
“What do you want, Eren?”
His thrusts slowed. “I want you to come on me,” he panted, face red.
Levi could feel how close he was, the effort he was exerting to restrain himself. “Me too,” he said. He wanted it badly, to see himself all over Eren.
Eren’s thrusts stayed slow, controlled, but he stroked Levi with firm, quick jerks of his wrist, moaning as Levi came on his chest in hot, sticky bursts. Seeing this undid Eren. He gave it to Levi hard. Deep thrusts that lacked any finesse, but Levi didn’t care.
“Harder, Eren,” he urged, clenching his legs tighter and leaning up so he could suck and bite Eren’s nipples until he was crying out, Levi’s name on his lips as he came.
As they lay there together, sweat cooling their skin against the lingering heat, Levi stroked Eren’s hair; he was running his fingers through the silky strands when he asked, “Eren, why did you really ask Hanji to send us out together?”
“It kind of seems like you already know.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Well...” Eren started, then paused to think. “I asked them because you and I aren’t usually alone together. And I thought if you felt the same...we’d actually have some privacy for awhile. To do this every night if we wanted.” He smiled at Levi then, the joy in his face made Levi’s chest ache. He’d never seen that look on Eren’s face before, and it felt like now he’d been waiting for it all the years he’d known him.
“Yeah. I want that too.” Levi cleared his throat, before things could get too soppy. “Hanji’s going to be suspicious when they see how much less we spent on accommodation than planned.”
Eren didn’t say anything.
Levi scowled. “Don’t fucking tell me Hanji knows what you were planning.”
“I’m definitely not going to tell you that.”
Levi sighed, and tried to tell himself there were worse things than Hanji finding out he was carrying on with Eren. Not many, but some. “What exactly were you planning? You looked like you’d shit your pants when we had to share the room.”
Eren covered his face for a minute. When he dropped his hand, his face was still red, and really Levi should have given more consideration to the question because he was not prepared for Eren’s speech.
“I was just disappointed when we had to share the room because I’d finally worked up the courage to...ask you to go to dinner with me, you know, like a date.”
Levi’s heart was battering against his chest. No one had ever spoken to him like this before. Eren was, quite possibly, the most overwhelming person to have ever entered Levi’s life. And he wasn’t even finished speaking. Levi wanted him to shut up, wanted him to never stop.
“I didn’t know how you’d feel about it. I thought if you didn’t feel the same way, at least we’d try to go back to normal the next day. What you say doesn’t always come out right, but you’ve always been so kind to me. I...I knew that wouldn’t change. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”
Levi knew then that he was done for. There was no coming back from this for him. Eren had been a punch to the gut from the moment he’d met him.
This time, he rolled on top of Eren, igniting them both again.
Levi stayed awake all night. Long after Eren had fallen asleep, a small smile on his face, Levi watched him, wanting to preserve something from tonight. Nothing had ever lasted for him; he’d grown to accept that as an everlasting truth about his life and this world. But for the first time that he could remember, something akin to wonder, to hope, blossomed inside of him. It was dangerous, and thrilling, and undeniable.
here it is !! my gift for @oekakiuma for ereri secret santa 2017!!! im pretty proud of this one, i hope you like the way it turned out!! i reeeeeeaaaaly liked how i drew eren but levi turned out a bit wonky lol :// (click for hq uwu) entry #53 IG/TW/RB/TAP/YT
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I have never been great at canon-verse stories, but I tried really hard to make it fluffy and fun for you! I really hope you enjoy it!
“Wheeeee! Levi, I’m flying!” Eren giggled infectiously as he swung his arms in excitement.
Rolling his eyes lovingly, Levi continued making his way down the castle hallways with his husband cradled in his arms. Eren was always out of it like this when he left his titan form, but after so many years of practice he was getting better and better at staying awake afterwards.
Unfortunately, Eren hadn’t quite mastered Ymir’s calm and collected exit from a titan yet and still struggled to staying awake fully. Instead he was at an in-between stage where he could stay awake after having shifted, but he still needed time to be back to one hundred percent.
Until that point, Eren was pretty out of it, almost as if he were high. Peeking at Eren as they rounded a corner, Levi couldn’t help agreeing with that conclusion. Eren was too busy staring at his fingerprints to notice him watching, confused about when ‘the little mazes got there.’
Hanji theorized that it was Eren’s body placing him in a kind of ‘low power’ mental state to focus on recovering his energy in other places.
Levi didn’t have any complaints though, getting to take care of Eren was always preferable to paperwork and it didn’t hurt that Eren was extra affectionate when he was out of it like this.
Eventually coming up to to their bedroom, Levi managed to open the door and slide in with his increasingly squirmy husband in his arms. Laying Eren down gently on their nicely made bed, Levi quickly closed the bedroom door behind them and worked on getting them out of their gear and shoes.
There was no need for them to stay in the knee high boots and scouting capes when they were going to be resting for at least the next half an hour as Eren regained his energy and control.
Finally getting Eren and himself out of their straps and their boots and folding them on the dresser, Levi plopped onto the bed, rolling next to Eren’s splayed out form and closing his eyes as he let himself relax.
Watching Eren shift was always nerve-wracking and Levi was already tired enough to want to go to sleep. He never knew if a shift would end well or not, always ready for the worst, but praying it didn’t come down to it. Thankfully, Eren had much better control nowadays over his form and Levi was able to relax knowing that Eren was in a better place..
Someone would bring them tea later with Eren’s special blend from Hanji to help cut down his recovery time, but their relationship was no secret and Levi didn’t bother himself with worrying about someone seeing them curled around one another like this in the meantime.
Eren was quick to draw Levi’s attention though, happy to be alone and able to be as affectionate as he wanted. Everybody knew about their relationship, but neither of them were extremely touchy in public so when they got into the privacy of their bedroom, Eren tended to be pretty clingy to his husband. He pressed a sweet kiss to Levi’s cheek, giggling to himself like he had heard a funny joke, before adding one after the other all over his cheeks and face.
Eren was always so sweet to Levi, always taking care of him, but the extra affection that he seemed to just ooze in this state was too good for Levi to resist and he didn’t even try to stop himself from reciprocating the soft touches.
Opening his eyes slightly, Levi reached out and caressed Eren’s fluffy locks, lightly scratching his head as he ran his fingers along Eren’s head.
Eren practically started purring, cuddling closer to Levi and smiling like he was in Heaven. It was too cute and Levi just watched, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. Levi was so distracted that he didn’t notice that he had stopped playing with Eren's hair as he watched until an insistent hand started forcing him to move again.
Levi smirked at Eren’s neediness and began playing with Eren’s soft hair again, waiting until Eren’s eyes slid closed again before moving in quickly and pressing a little kiss to Eren’s nose.
Eren’s eyes suddenly shot open and he looked startled as he peered around their empty room, trying to figure out who could have done it. Levi could almost laugh at the thought that Eren didn’t seem to notice that he was the only possible person who could have done it. A sweet blush covered Eren’s cheeks as he looked around the room.
Levi only barely managed to hide his smile at Eren’s confusion, playing along with the trick. “What are you looking for, sweetheart? Close your eyes and just relax, I got you.”
Eren slowly nodded along to what Levi was saying, laying back down fully and letting his eyes slip shut. The room regained its quietness as they relaxed against one another, Eren practically laying on Levi’s chest.
Levi counted to ten in his head to let Eren get distracted before he kissed Eren again, this time on the cheek.
Eren made a little rumbly noise and rubbed his cheek, but he didn’t react more than that. He was just too cute and Levi couldn’t stop himself from teasing him a little more.
Levi waited a few seconds again and moved in to copy his two other little pecks when Eren’s eyes flew open suddenly. Levi paused awkwardly, still leaning in halfway as he was caught in the act.
“Ahh ha!” Eren fake-shouted in victory, smiling at Levi. The light pink blush from before had quickly morphed into a dark red flush as Eren giggled at Levi’s affectionate touches. “I caught you in the act! I knew it was you!”
Levi pulled back slowly, flopping back on the mattress and closed his eyes, fully aware that Eren was watching his every move. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I just watched you try to kiss me!”
“No. I’m sleeping. I’m asleep right now.”
“No, you aren’t!”
“Yes, I am. Hush. I'm sleeping.”
“Levi-!” Eren started to grumble, frowning at Levi. He wasn’t getting tricked by Levi about this, he knew what he had seen!
Leaning over, Levi pecked Eren’s cheek again before laying down again.
“You just did it again! I watched you!”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Eren grumbled and flopped down next to Levi with an angry hiss as his husband let out a few quiet laughs.
The pair laid in happy silence, enjoying the moment as Eren rested up from his earlier shifting. As the two of them curled up together on the fluffy mattress, Levi smiled gently at his husband’s peaceful face, watching Eren recover safe and sound next to him, .
Eren opened his eyes and looked back at Levi, smiling softly back at his husband.
Pressing his nose to Eren’s neck with a light kiss, Levi whispered, “You’re just a little cutie, aren't you?”
Eren’s nose scrunched up and he looked like he was in deep thought for a second. “I’m not, I’m brave. I’m a big brave soldier.”
Levi tapped his chin like he was deep in thought before he responded teasingly, “Are you sure about that? Because I’m one hundred percent sure that you are my sweet little angel.”
Eren’s face flushed, but he kept arguing, unwilling to agree that he was absolutely adorable. “I’m not little or cute, I’m a titan-shifter!” Eren practically shouted as he perked up, his face lighting up like he had just won the argument.
Playing along, Levi nodded thoughtfully for a second. “But, hear me out here, what if you’re a cute little titan-shifter?”
Eren’s face looked so lost as he whispered to himself, “But...Levi, titans are big…”
Levi had to hold himself back from laughing as he took in his confused husband’s reaction to his teasing, too out of it to hold the conversation properly.
Levi wasn’t a complete sadist though, lazily wrapping his arms around Eren and rolling them on the bed in a messy pile. Levi cocooned them under a messy pile of blankets and let himself relax. Just relax.
Eren quickly forgot about what they had been playfully arguing about, curling into Levi’s muscled arms with a contented smile. There was no stress or pressure between them to be or do anything specific with their free time. Just warmth and comfort. And the four fluffy blankets they were hiding under.
With Eren, there was no need for Levi to pretend to always be the serious respectable captain that he was with the cadets. Eren was just happy with be with him, neither of them needing anything other than one another to be happy.
Eren giggled as they goofed around together, loving the light heartness of the moment they shared, sprawled out together on the soft fluffiness of the bed.
A soft knock at the door told Levi that their tea had arrived, before a cadet quickly opened the door, placed the tray down on the nightstand near them, and left just as fast as he had arrived.
Sitting up slowly and pulling Eren with him, Levi positioned them against the headboard of their bed next to the tea set. Eren pulled one of their blankets with them to stay warm and cozy as Levi passed him his special brew of tea.
They both sipped at their tea in a happy quietness, cuddling with one another as the warm sunlight filtered into their bedroom through the window.
Eren could feel his healing pick up, moving quicker than before to restore his energy and repair his body from the shift, but he didn’t get up and start getting ready.
There would be time for that later, time to train and clean and learn new 3DMG tricks. The time he had right now was for Levi and there was no way in hell he was going to waste it.
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“Come on, Eren” Levi joked light-heartedly, “You’ve gotta be better than that if you don’t want to be titan chow.”
Jumping back to his feet, Eren smirked and put his fists back up. “I’m not the one who needs to worry about being titan chow. Which one of us can turn into a massive ass-kicking titan and which of us is a fragile human with no super healing?”
Moving forward, Levi quickly began a small round of quick punches, testing for an opening and trying to wear Eren down. Drawing back for a second to catch his breath and watch Eren’s form, Levi teased, “Which one of us has to be naked every time that we go into battle?”
Eren grumbled and went in for a hit, striking at any point of Levi that he saw a chance. “My point still remains, titan or not, I still have advanced healing. I could take on all of those assholes with my bare hands.”
Spotting his chance, Eren moved in and executed a quick tossing move, making Levi fall onto the ground beneath him. Racing forward, Eren straddled Levi and pinned his hands, winning the round.
Both of them laid on the ground panting as they caught their breaths, tired from having practiced for a couple of hours. Eren breathlessly gloating about his victory as they baked under the sun shining on them.
“See? I can take down Humanity’s Strongest and I can take down the titans. Bring it on!” Eren huffed, rolling off Levi and flopping down next to him to rest.
“But titans are big.” Levi whined, mimicking Eren’s voice from earlier when he was still recovering from his shift. There was one other advantage to seeing Eren out of it after a transformation: all the bad jokes he could ask for were at the tips of his fingers when he regularly got to see Eren without any of his inhibitions.
Eren huffed as his face heated up, trying to come up with a good comeback to Levi’s jab. “Oh, fuck off!” Eren shot back, still fumbling for something to help him get back at Levi.
Levi simply smiled, knowing that meant he had won their playful little argument.
“Well as fun as this is, being literally soaked in sweat and laying in some dirt, I think I'm gonna go take a shower now.” Levi grumbled, rolling over and getting onto his feet lazily.
Eren peeked at him and mumbled back, “Got room for one more?”
Levi smirked and reached down to grab his hand and pull him to his feet. “I’d never say no to your company.”
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It’s even going to become more interesting considering what he’s planning to do this time of the evening but what choice does he have? The walls and shadows have had a long history of hiding the deepest of secrets. They might as well help him in that regard.
The question comes out of his mouth as quickly as he gathers the courage.
“Have you ever been in love with someone, Captain?”
Merry Christmas, @callmeb-aby-arbara!!! 🎄 I am your Secret Santa and here’s your gift of, “Canonverse Rivaere with a secret relationship that’s very romantic.” I had absolute fun writing this and I hope you’ll enjoy it! 💖 Also, my number’s 38! ^_^
Merry Christmas @obnexious ! It was a pleasure to write this fic for you. You gave me the prompt "canonverse EreRi" with "Eren taking care of Levi after a long day or expedition," and though I wanted to make it all-fluffy, it somehow derailed and became typically-me bittersweet.
I so much hope you love what I wrote for you, and send you all my best wishes for the next year. All my hugs.
