Erwin and Levi taking an afternoon nap after a long day of training, paperwork, etc., please :)
Thank you Anon and I hope you don’t mind if I dedicate this one to cherrymoyaya whose birthday was yesterday (I was not prepared щ(ಥ益ಥщ) but really wanted to write something for you).
BTW that anon who asked about fic preferences was me! So here is some Eruri fluff and porn, plus implied Jeaneren. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧Happy birthday dear!! Thank you for your beautiful art, A++++ porn, and just general sweetness; you are a blessing to this fandom.♥
Words: ~2500; Rating: the last scene is porn, everything else is G :)
Erwin smiles. “I slept alright. A little cold, though—” youknow how it gets when you’re not there.
“Sir, there are extra blankets in the basement,” Petrapipes up from across the table, eyes worried. “I’d be happy to grab them foryou; we can’t have you getting sick.”
“That’s alright. I’ll manage,” Erwin assures her, andLevi scoffs quietly, off to the side.
(this doesn’t really adhere to the canon timeline, so ignore any inaccuraciesplease whatdo you mean petra’s dead.) not terribly edited; let me know if there are any typos!
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0630
The sky is still dark when reveille sounds, a dreary graywith heavy clouds. Fingers uncurl, reach out—
—and find nothing. Ah, he thinks tohimself. That’s why the air feels so brisk.
Erwin opens his eyes reluctantly, muscles protesting ashe stretches. It’s been too long since he’s done anything but paperwork; he’llhave to ask Mike to spar sometime, he thinks idly.
Sleep-stiff fingers fasten the straps and buckles of his uniform;once he’s done, he stares forlornly at the single glass of water at hisnightstand, taking a moment to feel sorry for himself. There’s a distinctabsence of the lemon-scented disinfectant he’s used to in the air, and just theslightest layer of dust on his bookshelf.
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0715
Breakfast in the officers’ cafeteria is a quiet affair, adozen or so lowered heads going about their business.
Erwin finds Levi almost immediately by his crown of darkhair, his small figure leaning against the counter. Next to him, there’s asteaming mug with the faint aroma of tea.
He catches Levi’s gaze as he walks closer, and Levi rollshis eyes at the open fondness in Erwin’s eyes.
“Good morning, Levi. How’s your leg?” he asks as hereaches for the rolled oats next to the selection of Sina teas.
“Better,” comes the short (no pun intended) reply at his elbow.
They move to the tables, and Erwin silently notes thegingerness of Levi’s steps, an automatic thing. But as Levi had said, better than before. There aremumbled greetings at their table, yawns punctuating the low conversation.
Levi sits at Erwin’s right, and under the table his kneebumps against Erwin’s, then settles closer, their thighs touching.
“Sleep okay—” without me “—old man?”
Erwin smiles. “I slept alright. A little cold, though—” you know howit gets when you’re not there.
“Sir, there are extra blankets in the basement,” Petrapipes up from across the table, eyes worried. “I’d be happy to grab them foryou; we can’t have you getting sick.”
“That’s alright. I’ll manage,” Erwin assures her, andLevi scoffs quietly, off to the side.
Levi’s leg still hasn’t moved.
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0930
The clouds finally spill over and rain starts to fall,first in a light drizzle, and then in fat droplets dotting the training groundwith patches of darkened soil. Soon Erwin can hear the wet squishing noises asthe new recruits spar in the grassy courtyard, and the smell of fresh rainfilters in through the open window.
Erwin pauses in his writing to consider the wording of aparticularly sensitive topic. The room is silent but for the sound of his own breathing.
From outside, “Kirschstein, if you kick mud at Jaeger one more time, I swear on the holy WallsI will have you running fifty laps with the Captain keeping watch!”
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1320
There’s a knock on the door and Erwin’s heart skips abeat before he realizes the tentativeness meant it simply couldn’t be—
“Come in,” he calls, and the door opensto reveal Nanaba, a tray balanced between her hands. There’s a hearty servingof mashed potatoes and what looks to be meat sauce, and a small pastry, likelyswindled out of the kitchen staff. “Ah… you didn’t need to—”
“You haven’t eaten lunch,” she sayssternly as she sets the tray down with a small clatter and places a hand on herhip. She’s got that look in her eye, the one that reminds Erwin strongly of hismother. He can’t help but want to shrink back despite his hefty title ofCommander.
He smiles meekly. “I must have lost trackof time. Thank you, Nanaba.”
Her eyes soften as she scans the topline of the document he’s currently reading—breaking five, maybe ten rules onconfidentiality and clearance, but still,if it could get him out of trouble with her…
“A debrief and a meeting plan? In Sina?”Her eyes dart back to his. “But—ah,” she says, understanding blooming. Herexpression turns sympathetic. “For the previous mission.”
Erwin nods. Yes, their sponsors were notpleased to say the very least with the outcome of the mission to capture theFemale Titan, even with what little information he’d deigned to release. They’ddemanded his presence in Sina immediately, and he’d only managed to push thedate back a week; even so, there was an absurd amount of work to do in thattime.
Nanaba reaches across the table and patshis hand.
“Thank you,” he says with a small smile.“I’m very touched you noticed, truly.”
Her lips quirk. “Can’t take credit forthat, actually. Mike’s the one who noticed Levi was alone and looking sourabout it at lunch.”
There’s a slight pang of guilt at thosewords. “I see,” he says simply, and Nanaba bids him well before she leaves.
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1530
“Cadet Kirschstein. I have a report here saying you’vebeen disrupting training sessions all day; Greta says you’ve thrown mud at ErenJaeger, flicked the back of his head, and even tried to sabotage his 3DMG. Whatdo you have to say to these claims?”
The boy’s shaking, but bless him—his back still ramrod straight, fist held tightly at his chest in aperfect salute.
“Sir!” he says, voice trembling as hestares at some point just to the left of Erwin’s head. “I’m sorry for causingthese disturbances. It won’t happen again, sir!”
Erwin raises an eyebrow. “So you admitto trying to sabotage his gear?” Greta’s messy scrawl tells him, blatantly and forcefully messing withJaeger’s belts right after break, seeming to have dragged Jaeger behind thestables.
Inexplicably, Jean’s face coloursspectacularly. “No, sir! It definitely wasn’t—with the intent of harming him.We weren’t fighting—or anything… I was just trying to help him get his beltback on!”
Jean’s face is beet-red at this point, a faint sheen ofsweat across his brow, and Erwin sighs as realization dawns on him. Briefly heconsiders what course of action to take, and decides that the boy is hardlyabout to do anything of the sort again in the near future; he’s beyondembarrassment at this point. Still, a light push wouldn’t hurt…
“Cadet, I’d like you to consider your priorities,especially in the aftermath of our most recent expedition. I know to you theeveryday training seems tedious and useless—”the boy shakes his head fervently, a horrified look on his face “—but I assureyou, they are of utmost importance. And I would hope that my soldiers take itas seriously as I take my duties.”
“Sir,” Jean squeaks out, “I promise itwon’t happen again.”
Erwin holds the gaze, counting anotherfive seconds before saying, “Very well. I will let you off this time, butexpect punishment if this happens again. You may go now.”
The boy bobs his head, face still pinkas he turns away.
“And one last thing,” says Erwin at thelast moment. “Remember that Jaeger is a particularly valuable asset to us. Makesure you don’t—ah, unintentionally hurt him. Be safe,” he emphasizes finally, picking up his quill once more.
Erwin finds out that even the tips ofJean’s ears can turn bright red.
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1700
No warning is given before Erwin’s door swings open—only one person on base has quite the audacity to doso.
“Ah, hello Levi.”
He enters with a look of grimdetermination on his face, handkerchief tied tightly around his nose and mouth,duster and cleaning supplies in tow. Flinty grey eyes scan the room quickly,narrowing when he sees the dust on the bookshelf. Then—
“What are you smiling about?” Leviscowls.
“Nothing,” says Erwin hastily. “You oughtto be resting, Levi.”
His scowl deepens, and Erwin gets it;rainy days are suffocating. He finds himself appraising Levi’s gait again, noting the slight limp. It’s almost unnoticeable, a slight jilt of to his step, but that’s more likely a conscious effort on Levi’s part to hide the injury.“I’ve rested my ass off; if I rest any longer, there won’t be anything for you to grab ontotonight.”
“Tonight?”
Levi tries to hide a smile at the quicknessof the question. “Do your paperwork.” Then, quieter, “Hello to you too.”
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1734
After he finishes cleaning the shelves and adjoiningroom, Levi taps the leg of Erwin’s chair and Erwin obliges, sliding back.
But instead of reaching to clean under the desk, Levisets his broom to the side and reaches his arms around Erwin’s neck, settlingin his lap with his face nestled against Erwin’s collar, back bowed. His slightweight is a somewhat of a comforting warmth, and Erwin can still see over hisshoulder to write.
“Ah,” says Erwin, mild. “Tired?”
“I was working with Gunther on this,” he says, leaning back and his mouthtwisting. He gestures toward his leg, held stiffly-straight to the side. “Boringas fuck, and tiring too. But I think it’s getting better. Believe it or not,his father was a doctor for this shit. You know, rehab for injuries.”
“Is that so,” Erwin murmurs, quill still scratchingprecise handwriting across the page. Levi’s hair tickles his chin.
(He doesn’t ask why Gunther chose to join the SurveyCorps; a doctor’s life within the walls is plenty desirable.)
There’s the scent of lemon once more in the air.
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1815
Quietly, Erwin folds the completed letter and seals it,setting it to the side before he slides an arm under Levi’s thighs. With theother around his shoulders, he carries Levi to the sofa, careful not to jostle his injured leg.
Levi’s quiet snoring relents for a moment, and then hesniffles, body jerking out of sleep.
Erwin twists to kiss the corner of hismouth, unable to resist the way Levi’s hair sticks up on the side. “I heard you missed me at lunch.”
“Tch,” Levi mumbles, burying his face in Erwin’s neck,but doesn’t deny it. He curls in, arms tightening. “You’ve got your hands full with shitty reports. I didn’twant to disturb you.”
“And the last two nights?”
Levi growls, deadly serious, “Fucking nurses wouldn’t let me out of theirsight.”
Erwin chuckles, sitting down at one end of thecouch. Levi’s small form is tucked closely against him—would be uncomfortably close had it been anyone else—weight restingmainly on Erwin’s thighs. The thin cushions do little to shield them from thehardness of the wooden frame, but Erwin could stay like this forever.
When he reaches out and gently grasps Levi’s ankle, Levitenses, chary like a wounded animal. Erwin pauses, waiting for a responsebefore he pushes up the dark material of Levi’s slacks; a change from the usualtight uniforms, the loose material probably a suggestion from the medical staff.
His leg is swollen, the skin around the area pulled tightwith excess fluid where the primary area of injury is. The swelling startshalfway at his calf, moves up a bit past his knees, an angry red. Erwin’s seenenough injuries to know it’ll turn purple, then brown, then settle into hisskin like a tattoo; one more scar to be mapped onto the warzone of his body.
Moving in small, gentle circles, Erwin’s thumb and indexfinger massage his slender ankle, tiny in Erwin’s grasp, and slowly moving uphis calf. The muscle there is tight, tighter than it usually is—this, Erwin knows.
“There?” he murmurs, thumb digging in just a bit harder.Levi grunts an affirmative, shoulders stiffening before they relax.
Levi lets him continue for another few minutes, eyeshawk-like. Soon his arms come up to wind around Erwin’s neck again.
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he says finally,shifting slightly, and Erwin stops. Levi stifles a yawn. “It’s almostdinnertime.”
“Mm,” Erwin says, just as Levi closes his eyes, leaning inmore closely.
Neither of them move.
And despite the hardness of the seat and the awkwardangle at which his arm is bent, within minutes Erwin falls into a more comfortable sleep thanhe has in days.
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(Bonus) 2400
As soon as he enters the room, Erwin hears rustling asLevi sits up in bed.
“You ought to be resting,” Erwin says again as he sits,making the bed creak. Had he been awake the entire time? But nevertheless, hedips his head down to the hollow of Levi’s bare throat, nuzzling the pulse thereas Levi’s hands tangle in his hair briefly.
“Hurry up and get naked,” comes Levi’s voice in the dark,sounding on edge. “I hope I haven’t been waiting for nothing, you overgrownbastard.”
Erwin undresses methodically, the clumsiness of his handsbetraying his haste. It’s times like these he wonders how long it would take toredesign the 3DMG to be less… frustrating.
Finally, he sidles in, humming appreciatively at Levi’swarmth—oh, he’s missed this feeling.
“Shit, you’realways so cold,” Levi hisses but presses against him anyway, tangling theirlimbs together; Erwin’s careful not to put pressure on his leg.
Levi runs his hands up and down Erwin’s chest, thenacross his shoulders and arms, spreading the warmth across his skin. Slightlywarmer now, Erwin slides his hand down Levi’s side, ends up cupping a firm ass,squeezing gently. Nestled between them, Levi’s half-hard cock twitches ininterest as he growls, “Don’t be a fucking tease. I haven’t showered today.”
Erwin smiles, burying his face against Levi’s neck andinhaling deeply as his hand moves around to push Levi’s legs apart slightly—an unspoken request Levi readily obliges—to slide his hand around his cock.
Levi sighs and arches into his grasp, hips rocking withErwin’s languid strokes, setting a slow rhythm. His hands fist in Erwin’s hair, pullinghim closer to firmly press their lips together.
“Did you miss me?” Erwin murmurs against his lips. He tastes mint. “Allalone in the hospital ward… I’m sorry I didn’t visit more,” he can’t help butadd.
“Worst dirty talk ever,” Levi groans, pulling away slightly. But he goes on,“Yeah, I missed you, you big oaf. I imagined you werethere with me last night, spreading me open and fucking me, whispering filthyshit in my ear with your huge-ass hands on my hips, and I jerked myself off to it. Felt fucking good, but would’ve been better if you were really there.”
Erwin’s breath hitches, and Levi takes his moment ofdistraction to spit in his hand and then reach down and press their cockstogether, circling around with both hands. It’s a tight, wet heat, made slick with saliva, and Erwinlets his breath out with a small shudder.
“Fuck,” hewhispers, and closes the distance between them again, taking Levi’s lip betweenhis teeth delicately. Levi has his eyes open—a habit unique to him in the lovers Erwin’s taken, but it’s always been oddly endearing. He squeezes Levi’s bottom again, pulling him closer, and Levi’s brows draw together, his lips parting with a pant.“You’re so good for me.”
Levi thrusts into his own grip, and the added frictionhas them both gasping with newfound urgency. The hot firmness of Levi’s erection against his, the smoothness of his skin—Erwin groans. It’s been too long, and he’s needy; knows he won’t last much longer the way his pulse is quickening.
Reaching down, Erwin takes over,longer fingers circling around them with greater ease. Conscientious, his thumb drags across the the underside of Levi’s cock, seeking out that sensitive spot with every stroke, and Levi’s breaths quickly turn ragged; their breaths mingle, perspiration beading.
“Just like that, harder—fuck, Erwin, I’m gonna—”
Pulse thrumming and nails scoring hot, sharp linesdown Erwin’s back, Levi comes, spilling hot and sticky into Erwin’s grasp. Hemoans, a low broken noise right at Erwin’s ear, and that’s what sends Erwinover the edge, abdomen tightening as he comes, Levi’s name on his lips.
They lie like that for a bit, brows sweaty, and for a while their worries are far off; of a different lifetime. Erwin administers light kisses to the corners of Levi’s parted lips; he blames the euphoric glow for making him giddy.
Finally, Levi pulls back slightly. “We’re disgusting,” hehalf-laughs, breathless, and in the dim light Levi’s disheveled appearancemakes Erwin’s chest tighten.
Trying to ignore his lethargy, Erwin starts to extricate himself, grabbing the cloth atthe bedside stand to dab crudely at the mess on his hands. The practical side of his mind comes back into sharp relief, and he grimaces at the result of their haste. “I’ll fetch a wettowel for—”
“No,” Levi says, firm, and pulls him back under the covers. He drapes his arm across him, fingers curling around Erwin’s hip. “Sleep. You need it.”
A simple command—Erwin obliges him. He trusts Levi’s judgement.
