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✍: What language(s) they can speak. 

Headcanon is that he knows German for reasons, but he does know a bit of French. It’s not enough to have a deep conversation with him since he’s not skilled at it, but he does try to communicate with Levi knowing that the man is overjoyed to hear him at least try. That’s the main reason he has an interest in the language more or less. 

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Marco's standing in front of his boyfriend, the blindfold made from expensive black silk in one hand, lube in the other. "Do you trust me?" He asks, smiling a bit shy and nervous, but there's a deep underlying confidence that he won't fuck this up. "I want to care for you. I want to make you fall apart on my fingers and tongue. If you let me, I'll control this night and you only have to let go."

       It'd be a bold faced lie if Jean said he wasn't nervous; Marco simply always had that affect on him, from the time they met until right at this very moment. This time was a bit different though. Jean's palms were sweating, his throat constricting and dry as amber eyes, fluid and warm, were watching - no, observing this man before him. This lovely, talk, dark, and handsome man. Marco. He had asked Jean to come into their room just moments before this and Jean was, well, surprised. The good kind obviously, because he was more than eager to see what Marco's ideas were, but a bit shy and nervous all the same.

       "I trust you," the three words coincided with the affections he held for Marco, not to mention they were so easy to mutter nowadays. Marco proved himself to Jean over time, and Jean made sure that Marco could feel the same way, so here they were. Jean was curled up on the bed, looking over at the man as he stood across the room, items in his hands that had Jean's throat bobbing expectantly as he tried to swallow the thick heavy lump that seemed stuck there. "I...yes. I want you to take care of me too. I'll let you, Marco. You know I will," with a bit of a smirk, Jean pulled himself from the bed and swayed his hips from side to side as he pranced forward and...knelt down at Marco's feet. "What shall you have me do then?"

[sciatha]

"It’s not your fault."

That was the most important thing he had to say. Even with the deep scar on his chest, where his solar plexus was aching occasionally from where the assassin had slit him open, Erwin wasn’t too worried about it. His utmost attention was always for the prince, Levi. The King and Queen had been impressed by his performance on protecting him on the mission, and that he’d brought their son back even with a severe wound and assassin following them behind. Even if Erwin had been forced to make horrible decisions - leave men behind who were too wounded to fight on, or had been poisoned by those sneaky bastards of assassins - he’d brought the prince home safely.

Erwin’s eyes were open and he put an effort into directing them to rest in Levi’s approximate direction. It was a friendly gesture, to make the other feel more comfortable around him even with the milky white colour in Erwin’s otherwise pale blue eyes. "Do not worry too much, Levi. It’s the risk of being a bodyguard and protecting people with magic. Someone always wants to kill me."

But they’d never gotten so close to his heart, Erwin thought and wondered if it was Levi who’d changed him - made him weaker and stronger. Never before had Erwin protected someone with such fervor, such strength and the will to throw his own body between a knife and the prince. The scar was thin and pink, stretching across his chest but oh, it had been a deep cut. A few inches more, and - he’d been dead.

"I don’t need more painkillers but if I could get a cup of tea…" He didn’t finish the sentence and instead pressed a hand to his chest. Fuck, the pain was rushing back into his heart with a triumphant howl, and Erwin coughed, trying to catch his breath again -  It was over seconds afterwards, and he slumped back onto the bed. He hated to worry the prince. Levi wasn’t supposed to care for him… it should be the other way around.

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{ ♜ }       “I know that! I just…” He reached his hand up to tangle in dark locks, brows furrowed with distress that he felt nothing could ever soothe. He was so glad that his face couldn’t be seen. No one was meant to see him like this. No one. “I won’t let anyone hurt you on my behalf. If something happened to you—if you had died, I…” What would he have done? How would that have affected him? So many soldiers had died on that trip believing Levi could indeed help their kingdom. He had done his duty. Conflict was prevented, yet he didn’t feel any better. Those lives constantly hung over his head in the dead of night when he lied in his bed, and then he would allow his mind to wonder to his bodyguard who had done so much for him in such a short span of time.

He shouldn’t feel so attached to this man.

He shouldn’t.

Thoughts snapped away as if scissors had severed them as he shot silvers back towards the male upon his bed. Pushing himself up, he moved closer to the other male, sitting next to him and gently reaching to place his hand upon the man’s chest, hoping that small motion would soothe him. “I’ll get you some tea in a moment. I'll stay just a bit longer, just in case you need support, old man.” There was a small jest in those words, just enough to try and lighten the rather tense atmosphere that had arisen. Where had this trust come from? Both of these men were so difficult and solitary by nature, yet there was comfort in being around one another that Levi had never quite felt before. Fingers traced along scarred skin, taking in just how close to death this man could have been if that knife had just pushed in a little further.

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Soul Mate Meme: 10 - Touch AU ~ Jean

Sᴏᴜʟ Mᴀᴛᴇ Mᴇᴍᴇ

Touch AU: Once met, contact with your soul mate is necessary for continued health

When his master touches him for the first time, Marco flinches. When he pulls his hand back, Marco instinctively reaches out and holds his hand in a tight grip. 

It’s already bad enough that Marco has been turned into a slave. But when said master is also his soulmate, well. That’s when things get upsetting. With tears threatening to spill over his cheeks, Marco holds Jean’s gaze, Jean’s hand lightly caressing his neck, almost idly. His master’s eyes are a strange color, almost like liquid gold. Under any other circumstances Marco would’ve gushed about how beautiful they are.

As it is, Marco is inclined to hate them, along with everything that Jean is, and everything that led him to become less than human before the man whose touch he cannot survive without.

Jean lets go, and Marco follows—his heart skips a beat and he could’ve sworn Jean was about to turn around and leave, and Marco needs this man’s touch like he needs air, like he needs the sun, even if he hates it, even if Jean will just treat him like an animal, and he wants to scream and tear his hair out and push him away but instead he walks even closer.

"This means nothing," Marco says, quiet or else whatever they have here—not an agreement; but a truce, rather--snaps. I still hate you, he thinks, even as he leans forward and brushes his lips against Jean’s jaw. His heart flutters a little against his will. 

Jean catches his lips with his teeth, and for a moment, Marco allows himself to forget. 

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[nodotais]

peppermint mocha | ferlikan || shingeki-no-kinky

Morning at café "Carpe Diem" started as usual, with Levi opening up the windows and cleaning out whatever had been left as it was the evening before. He could hear Eren banging around in the back rooms, gathering the cups that had been left in the washer for the night and, perhaps, getting out the coffee beans and tea leaves that were needed to replenish the containers on the front.

"Kirstein in yet?" The man asked his boyfriend over the hum of the coffee machine while it was making his own morning coffee. The old thing always messed up on the first cup of the day, always pouring out more liquid than it was needed. Good thing it was used only by the employees. There was still half an hour till opening and Levi had told Jean to be here around this time.

The cakes still were yet to be placed in the displays, cookie jars still stood closed. Levi walked over to the music center placed in the corner, cup held in one hand while he sorted through the CDs. Today was a bit windy, so perhaps something along the lines of jazz was best?

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shingeki-no-kinky replied to your post

!!!! skype smut. yes. so much

[tbh the picture set you reblogged is at fault here, partly]

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"Where are my clothes?" ~ Levi

Put one of these in my askbox --

     A low flicker of a single candle illuminated the otherwise dark room. The sun had left a void of light for Erwin to use, and the moon was but a sliver that offered little by means of light. Regardless, Erwin diligently put pen to paper and had since begun scribbling suggestions upon the page. With a quiet huff passing his lips, the tired man rubbed at his face with a free hand. His job was never truly done. 

At the question, Erwin raised a brow and glanced over his shoulder toward the sounds of shuffling.

      "I took the liberty of arranging them,"

     With the quill between his fingers, the blond motioned to a stack of folded clothing atop the dark wood chest across the room. The folding job was by no means pristine, but it served its purpose.