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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: “…Captain?”
It was as if Eren had been taken back in time. When was the last time he’d seen Levi? The day of the parade? The trial? The man was a vision from the past, an apparition, and Eren found himself reaching out—needing to touch that familiar face, the faded black jacket, those scarred hands—just to chase away his disbelief.
He looked exactly as Eren remembered.
“Hullo, Eren,” Levi muttered, and though it had been too long since he’d last heard that voice, Eren could still feel it weakening whatever had held him tight, making it easier to breathe. “It’s been awhile.”
A Canon/Post-Canon Soulmates AU where Eren and Levi beat the Titans and beat the odds, winning the chance to grow old and live out the rest of their lives together.
Words: 6,226
Chapters: 2/2
Rated: Not Rated
Author’s tumblr: @inkshaming
Pink, like cotton candy Peach fuzz, by Inkshaming
Twoo Fwiendship
Tank: Like a virgin! Touched for the very first time!
Inky: Great. Now I’m going to have that song stuck in my head.
Tank: Please also consider... YAOI HANDS
Inky:
@inkshaming doesn’t appreciate my musical stylings
tfw your friend asks for helps with the sexy bits of their fic, and then tells you to calm your thirst. Whaddya want from me? Its either on or off! There is no half way smoots we nsfw like men!
My new fic kink:
AGGRESSIVE CONSENT!
@inkshaming
drawing Jay in a henley and bemoaning the fact that more guys don’t wear them... when this happened....
Inky: Drawin A too-strong Henley game shulkie: oh no shulkie: not t he waffleknit henly shulkie: my weakness teacup tannibalkore: Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped wearing those sad excuses for shirts and switched to waffle knit henleys, it would almost seems like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in the Batcave with the man your man could possibly look like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an Batarang with two used bullets from that pimp who tried to mug you. Look again, the bullets have become Neopolitan ice cream. Why? Its the fave of the man your man could look like. Anything is possible when your man wears waffle knit Henley's and not sad flimsy tshirts. I’m flying on a grapnel.