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theferricfox · 2 years

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[[A/N: this started as a random headcannon I thought of as I was driving to work today and then I talked about it on discord and it.gave me more ideas and suddenly it's a thing now. So here you go. Enjoy.

Content warning: mild child abuse?? Maybe?? It's more implied than anything, I guess. But mostly Kenny is just mean. Also Levi needs a hug.

ACQUIRED TASTE

It took a few months, but Levi is finally starting to get used to food on the surface. At first, he found the stews served in the mess too rich, the spices too strong. The thickened broth felt like sludge on his tongue and he had to force himself not to gag the first few times he ate it. Now, the stew is comforting, a sense of ‘home’ that he’s never quite had, and he savours the chew of potatoes in each bite.

He’s learned not to eat so quickly, too. In the Underground, if you had anything counting for a decent meal, there was a chance someone would try to take it from you. Back then, he’d had to eat as quickly as he could chew and swallow down the half-rotten mass that passed for food, but now he can take his time. Everyone gets the same portions, everyone eats. He’s still taking that part in; none of the soldiers go hungry. Everyone gets to eat every day. Even though some of the cadets gripe that it’s bland and meager compared to what they got back home, he can’t help but be grateful to be able to eat decent food multiple times a day, every day.

His first taste of Surface bread was a surprise, too. Bread was uncommon Underground; the dampness made it prone to molding quickly, and more than half of the flour was cut with sawdust anyway. When the delicate crumb of the roll given to each soldier with dinner first entered his mouth, he was taken aback. He’d rolled the piece on his tongue for a moment, taking in the texture, somehow both fluffy and dense, and the chew of it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He admits to himself now that he struggled to maintain his impassive expression during those first few meals on the surface.

Now, as summer beats heavy rays on the ground, lending a gentle tan to his otherwise pale skin, he finds himself walking with Erwin to a local restaurant in town. Erwin told him that it’s one of the best in this area and since they have some time off, invited him to lunch. Although Levi is still wary of Erwin, still trying to figure him out, he can’t deny that he’s drawn to the tall blonde, and he enjoys the friendship they’ve started to build. The invitation to lunch was a surprise; on most days off, Erwin spends his time reading or catching up on paperwork, but today he seems determined to spend the day away from headquarters.

The restaurant sits on a river that winds through the outer portion of the town. The simple wooden exterior somehow glows in the early afternoon sun, the windows reflecting the rays to hide the interior. A sign hangs above the door, proclaiming the name of the establishment, and a small one stands near the entrance, listing the day’s specials. Levi observes the list with curiosity; he’s never heard of the dishes advertised on the slate.

It’s clear that Erwin comes here fairly often when the waitress, a pretty older woman with soft brown curls and a white apron, calls out to him in greeting. Her eyes are gently lined with wrinkles, and Levi thinks about people her age in the Underground; either already limping on bones too soft from lack of sunlight or hopelessly addicted to some drug or other. He fights back a smile at her good fortune as she floats over to Erwin, green eyes alight.

“You’ve brought a friend today, Erwin?” she says. Her voice is like a song sung in spring; Levi can’t remember the last time he heard such a soft woman’s voice, at least not one spoken so naturally and not forced to urge customers inside.

“Yes, this is Levi,” Erwin introduces, gesturing at him warmly.

“Nice to meetcha, hun,” she says with a wink.

“Likewise,” Levi manages. He tries to make his voice friendly, but he’s still not used to just chatting with people. He’s impressed that Erwin can manage it so easily.

“Your usual spot is open, love,” the woman says to Erwin. “I’ll bring you menus in a minute.”

She drifts away and Erwin guides Levi to a table in the corner. Levi hurries to put himself in the chair against the wall facing the rest of the restaurant. Instinctively, he touches the handle of the knife at his belt, the blade embedded in his shoe. He flinches when Erwin opens his mouth to say something and hesitates, unsure how to broach the subject.

“It’s easy to get attacked when you’re eating down there,” Levi says, lowering his eyes. He feels a strange pang of shame inching through him, prickling at his neck and flushing his cheeks. “Anyone wanting to steal your food or take advantage of a moment of vulnerability. I have to…” he pauses, clenching his fist. “I had to be ready and careful.”

To his relief, Erwin doesn’t offer some useless platitude laced with pity like, “well, you don’t have to do that here. You’re safe here.” Instead, he regards him with those blue eyes and mutters a quiet, “I see.”

The waitress flutters back to the table and settles a pitcher of water and two sheafs of paper, written in a flowing cursive.

“Anything else to drink, fellas?” she sings.

“How about a pot of tea, Mable?” Erwin smiles at her warmly.

“Sure thing.” She glides away, the bell of her skirt swelling as she departs.

Levi turns his attention to the writing on the paper in front of him. Although he can read and write, this script is harder for him to discern; the loops and swirls are so dainty and more elegant than any writing he has seen. He glances up to see Erwin watching him, his face blank.

“Yes, I can read,” Levi spits instinctively.

“I never said you couldn’t,” Erwin says plainly.

The statement catches Levi off guard. He expected some defense or… he doesn’t know what. A question? A demand of proof that he can, indeed, read? He watches Erwin’s face, waiting for more, but his companion’s face continues to stare back, impassive and unreadable. It’s unsettling being under this level of scrutiny without the immediate response being a punch to the jaw.

“This writing is just hard for me,” Levi says at last, pulling his eyes back down to the script. “No one I knew ever wrote like this.”

“Admittedly, Mable’s writing is a bit of a challenge for me, too,” Erwin replies with a chuckle. “I think she learned calligraphy as a girl and then took it a little too seriously.”

Levi doesn’t respond, stows away the word calligraphy in his head to look up later. He would rather die than ask Erwin what that word means.

“So, what’ll you have?” Mable is suddenly back, laying a pot of tea and two cups on the table.

Erwin looks at Levi expectantly, waiting for his answer. Levi feels his face start to flush.

“You’re clearly a regular, Erwin,” he says, folding his arms. “I’ll have whatever you’re having. I trust your judgment here.”

“Two specials it is,” Erwin says with a gentle smile.

Mable gives a chirp of acknowledgement and flits away.

“What’s the special?” Levi asks, reaching for the teapot. He pours for Erwin first and then himself before setting it down on the table.

“It’s a fish they catch in the river here. Cooked in fat with herbs and served with boiled vegetables.” Erwin retrieves his cup and brings it close, inhaling the steam wafting from it.

Levi hums, trying to imagine the dish. He’s never had fish before. He’s not even sure he’s ever seen one.

“Thank you for pouring the tea, by the way,” Erwin says. His smile is genuine and soft, and Levi can’t stop a small one from creeping onto his own lips.

“Yeah, of course.” He sips cautiously from the cup. It’s not the best tea he’s had by any measure, but it’s competent, and he’s pleased by the taste.

“Did you know that before Humanity retreated to the Walls, there were countries where it was considered rude to pour tea for yourself before you poured for others?” Erwin says. His tone is almost conspiratorial; it makes Levi’s brow hitch up.

“Is that so? And where did you hear that, huh?”

Erwin pauses. Some emotion Levi can’t identify flashes over his features for just a moment. Then, his gaze becomes distant, even as he holds his eyes on Levi.

“I read it in a very old book once,” he says simply, and does not elaborate.

Levi contemplates the statement. He’s certain there’s some other meaning, or some information that was supposed to follow that statement, but decides he won’t press. Instead, he decides to offer Erwin a gift in return.

“In the Underground, it’s customary to pour for your tablemates before yourself,” Levi says. He remembers learning this the hard way, the beatings he took as a brat when he poured for himself and not for anyone else. He remembers the men he gave beatings to for the same infraction. “It’s a token of goodwill, an invitation to share a meal as opposed to fighting for it.”

Erwin takes this information with the slightest smile on his face, but doesn’t say anything.

“You would also drink from it first,” Levi says, taking a sip as if by example. “To prove it isn’t poisoned.”

“Sounds like a delicate dance,” Erwin comments. He sips from his cup, closes his eyes and enjoys the flavour.

“Everything is down there,” Levi says and instantly regrets the statement when Erwin opens his eyes and frowns at him, concern pulling his eyebrows together. He’s quick to follow up: “It’s not a big deal. You get used to it.”

Erwin hums in response but the concern lingers just long enough for Levi wonder if he said something wrong. To his relief, the waitress returns, drifting to the table with two plates held aloft.

“Lunch is served, boys!” she sings, placing the plates down. “You let me know if you need anything else.”

As she floats away, Levi looks down at the dish in front of him. The fish is whole, its clouded gaping eye staring straight to the ceiling. The scales are somewhat browned, contrasting with the silvery flecks that sparkle in the light from the window. It sits on a bed of asparagus and potatoes, and an aromatic sauce with herbs he can’t identify pools underneath everything.

Levi watches Erwin open the fish; it has been split open down the belly, and delicate white meat glistens. He watches as Erwin pushes his fork into the flesh, pulling up thick strands of fish and dips it in the sauce before placing it in his mouth. He moans his satisfaction.

“They debone the fish before cooking it, so you don’t have to worry about eating around them,” Erwin says after he swallows. He smiles softly at Levi, locking his eyes with the warm blue of the sky swirling within them. “Enjoy.”

Levi follows Erwin’s lead, using his fork and knife to open the fish’s middle and scooping out some of the flesh. He raises it to his nose, smelling the herbs, a hint of something acidic, and what he assumes is the smell of the fish itself. He places the piece in his mouth, chewing slowly to absorb the flavour.

It’s horrible. The fish tastes like dirty water and mud. The texture is slimy and the muscle fibers fall apart in his mouth like logs being dislodged from a cart. He fights the urge to gag and swallows. He’s left with an aftertaste on his tongue that he can only describe as filthy.

Levi tries the vegetables. He knows he likes potatoes, and although he’s never had asparagus before, he finds the vibrant green of the spears appealing.The potatoes are soft and familiar and the asparagus is still somewhat crunchy, and the taste reminds him of when he pinched a maple leaf through his fingers to smell the essence of the greenery. Both are tainted by the sauce, clearly cooked with the fish, and the flavour of the vegetables is almost completely hidden if he doesn’t search for them with his tongue.

Despite the disgust washing through him, he eats, trying to hide the grimace that threatens to darken his face with each mouthful. He tries to imagine the flavour of something more pleasant to cope.

“Levi?” Erwin’s voice pulls him from his concentration. “Do you not like it?”

Levi looks up and is stunned by the look on Erwin’s face. Concern is etched there, and something resembling sadness. Levi feels guilt, knowing that he holds the tools that carved that look into his friend’s features. More than that, he feels bad for disliking a dish Erwin clearly enjoys and ordered for him. It was a gift, sharing a part of himself with Levi, showing him something he enjoys, and Levi is taking it for granted.

“It’s fine,” Levi says, sniffing. He brings another forkful towards his mouth but is stopped by Erwin’s hand on his wrist, holding him still.

“You don’t have to eat something you don’t like, Levi,” Erwin says carefully. “We can order something else for you.”

Levi isn’t sure what to say. The horrid fork of fish hovers less than two inches from his face, and the smell is starting to make him nauseous. He slowly places it down, the fork gently clanking onto the plate. He opens his mouth, trying to think of something, anything to say. Something witty, something that will make Erwin stop staring at him with that forlorn look on his face. Nothing comes to mind. He closes his mouth, looks out the window, and clenches his jaw.

Levi watches Erwin get up from the corner of his eye but doesn’t follow his trek across the restaurant. He listens as Erwin speaks in low tones to the waitress and although he cannot hear their conversation, his ears burn with embarrassment as he thinks about what she’s saying about him not liking the food. He’s not sure he’s ever been so mortified in his life.

Erwin returns to the table and pulls Levi’s plate over to his side. Levi would be pissed at him for saying something to the waitress if he didn’t have such a mournful look. He settles for a scoff as he reaches for his tea.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Levi says.

“You don’t have to eat something you don’t like,” Erwin repeats.

“What’s going to happen to that one?” Levi asks, pointing towards his former plate.

“Oh, I’ll eat it,” Erwin says. “So if you’re worried about it going to waste, rest assured it will not.”

Erwin picks through the rest of his plate with ease and waits to start in on Levi’s when the waitress returns, setting a plate in front of Levi. She does not chastise him, nor does she apologize. Instead, she gives him a genuine smile and says, “Enjoy!”

Before him is a roasted chicken breast, skin crispy and coated in a fine dusting of cracked pepper. Next to it are potatoes, similarly roasted, and asparagus. Using a new fork and knife that suddenly appeared next to the plate, he cuts through the skin of the breast and into the meat. It glistens with juices as the flesh separates under his knife. He hesitates before bringing the piece to his mouth, aware that Erwin is watching him.

Levi has had chicken before; not often, but enough times to know roughly what it tastes like. In the Underground, real meat was ridiculously hard to come by, and even then, it was either half-rotten or counterfeit. After a particularly lucrative job, he would treat himself, Isabel, and Furlan to a chicken dinner, paying the absurd price for a live one, and then the absurd additional price to have it killed, gutted, and plucked in front of him. It was the only way for him to know he was getting exactly what he paid for. Paying someone else to cook it properly was another drain; Levi frequently found his share of the take was gone by the time the dinner was prepared, but it made his friends happy and put good food in their stomachs, so he had been happy to skimp for a few days after.

Now, as he sits with a piece of chicken on his fork, real chicken raised on the Surface, he is overcome with a sense of nostalgia. He misses his friends. He wishes they could have tasted this food, even if he didn’t like it.

Finally, he puts the meat in his mouth, chewing slowly, and the flavour is nearly enough to bring him to tears. It’s juicy and tender, not the tough, scrawny meat he had in the Underground. It’s bursting with a taste that can only come from being raised in the sun, and he relishes it. He takes a second bite and then a third before remembering Erwin’s eyes on him. Levi feels his face flush as he returns his gaze to Erwin, expecting his companion to laugh or tease him. Instead, Erwin is looking at him with relief and a fond smile.

“You like this better, then?” Erwin asks softly.

“I do,” Levi admits. “Thank you. For ordering it for me.”

“Of course,” Erwin replies, before returning to his own plate.

Levi continues eating, adding a roasted potato to his mouth. It’s drier than he’s used to, the feel on his teeth is different, but he doesn’t hate it. Still, he likes potatoes inside of a stew better. The asparagus has a similar taste to when it was paired with the fish, a flavour that only makes Levi think of the colour green. He decides he doesn’t necessarily like it, but he eats it all anyway.

He and Erwin eat in relative silence, pausing to thank the other for pouring another cup of tea. When both plates are empty and the bill is paid, Levi follows Erwin out of the restaurant as the waitress bids a hearty farewell to them. Instead of heading towards headquarters, Erwin turns the opposite direction, guiding Levi down a path that traces along the river.

“I hope I didn’t put you on the spot too much, ordering you something else,” Erwin says after a few minutes of silence.

“Don’t worry about it,” Levi responds quickly, instinctively. He cringes at his defensive tone and decides to try again. “It’s okay, really. Thanks for doing it.”

Silence walks between them. Although this is fairly standard for them now, enjoying each other’s company without needing to fill it with words, this time feels heavy. Levi can feel that Erwin wants to ask him something but isn’t sure how to say it. Levi decides to open the door first.

“You never know when your next meal is coming down there, no matter how successful you are,” Levi says quietly. Erwin stops and turns to face him, and Levi halts, too. “You never know, especially not when you make your living as a… like I did. And you didn’t always get the luxury of eating whatever you wanted. You didn’t get a menu in a restaurant like you do up here. You sit down at a tavern and you eat whatever they put in front of you.” He pauses, takes a breath. “If you’re lucky enough to be able to shop at the street vendors selling real food, you had to just buy what you could afford and would give you enough energy to keep going. Most of it was halfway to rotten anyway, so you could never eat all of whatever you bought, unless you had a strong stomach for it.”

Erwin is silent for a long, agonizing moment, staring him down.

“So you ate things you didn’t like the taste of? Did you do that often?” Erwin finally asks, and his tone is so sad Levi has a wild urge to hug him. Instead, he offers a mirthless laugh.

“Of course I did. You learn to ignore it, fight back the urge to gag.” Levi feels defensive now, though he isn’t sure why. “You either suck it down and be grateful for something in your stomach or you go hungry. It’s not like up here where you can just choose from a piece of paper with fancy writing on it and then send it back for something else if you don’t like it.”

Levi’s voice has more bite than he means, but he’s suddenly swarmed with memories. Of when he told his mother he didn’t like something she’d managed to buy for them and she sadly begged him to eat it and think of it being something else, something tasty. Of Kenny, backhanding him in the mouth when he said his food tasted like shit. He’d thrown the dish against the wall, making Levi jump as it shattered into pieces and clattered to the floor. Kenny had tied him to the table and told him he was going to sit there all night and look at the food he’d wasted. Before he left the room, he’d told Levi that if he found any of that food gone, he’d beat the shit out of him. Kenny didn’t come back for two days and by that time, Levi had been so delirious from hunger, the first time it’d been so bad since his mother died, that he’d gratefully eaten the horrid bowl of mush that was shoved in his face.

He never complained about food again.

“I’m sorry, Levi,” Erwin says, bringing him out of the memories trying to drown him. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Levi comes back to himself with those sad words and realizes his fists are clenched so hard his nails have bitten into the skin of his palms, making them bleed. His cheeks are wet from a small trickle of tears that have escaped from his eyes. He rubs them roughly away and turns away from Erwin, towards the river.

“It’s okay.” Levi says, and he means it. He’s not mad at Erwin. He’s not even sure that he is mad. “It’s not your fault.”

Erwin’s hand settles on his shoulder, a gesture Levi knows is meant to be friendly, consoling, but he can’t stop himself from gently leaning into the body standing next to him. He finds comfort in the warmth pressed against his skin, even as the sun continues to warm the air around them.

“Can I ask you a favour, Levi?” Erwin says suddenly.

“Yeah?” Levi responds, hoping Erwin won’t ask him to stop leaning into him.

“If we’re out and you eat something you don’t like, please tell me. Please don’t be afraid to ask for something else.”

Levi pulls away and looks up into the deep blue eyes he’s losing himself in more often these days. He studies Erwin’s face and finds no deceit, no pity, no disgust. Just empathy. Levi feels something inside of him soften.

“Yeah. I will,” he says at last.

“Thank you.” Erwin returns with a warm smile. After a pause, he continues, “So, what do you like?”

“I… I don’t know,” Levi says. “Even the same food tastes different here. I feel like I have to relearn tastes all over again.” He offers a chuckle, hoping Erwin understands his joke.

To his relief, Erwin laughs softly.

“Well, I guess it’s up to me to help you figure it out.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“We’ll go out for lunch every day we have off and you can try new things."

Levi thinks for a minute, absorbing the offer.

"Alright," he says. "I'd like that."

—--

Levi looks at the small notebook in his hands, his scattershot handwriting crawling the pages. The pages he has open have a list on each side: one says 'LIKES' and the other 'DISLIKES.' Under each header is a list of foods Levi has tried and placed into these categories.

The last few months, Erwin has been taking him to various restaurants for every conceivable meal so Levi can taste what the surface world has to offer. He's found that soft and sweet apples are bland and boring, but crisp and tart ones light his taste buds up in ways he can't describe. To his shock, eggs have made it onto the LIKE list.

In the Underground, he hated eggs; the sulfurous smell of half-rotted sludge was enough to make his stomach turn whenever he was around them. The fact that they were always overcooked to kill of as much bacteria as possible didn't help. Eating them made his guts feel rancid and bloated, so he had avoided them as much as he could.

On the surface, eggs can be cooked in a variety of ways, from fried in fat with soft runny yolks the colour of the sun to boiled until they become like a firm jelly. He likes most preparations of eggs, but he enjoys them scrambled with just a hint of pepper the most.

He does not like spicy food. Hot peppers and the spices they yield make his mouth burn and his guts twist. The first time he ate a spicy dish, he coughed violently, rushing to put his napkin in front of his mouth so he didn't spit onto the table. Erwin had asked if he was okay and after a violent shake of his head, his friend had gotten the message and requested a different dish for Levi.

Now, as he sits in a small bakery with Erwin, a cup of tea at his lips, he wonders where the items they've ordered will land on the pages before him. They've ordered a slice of several kinds of tarts as well as a chocolate cake that Levi found very appealing to his eyes.

"I'm surprised you asked to come to a bakery, Levi," Erwin says. He finishes rolling down the sleeves of his shirt and buttoning the cuffs.

"Why is that?" Levi asks, arching a brow.

"You just don't strike me as a sweets kind of guy."

Levi shrugs, sips his tea.

"I guess we'll find out."

It turns out that Erwin is right. Most of the things he eats are fine, but certainly not a favourite. He flips the page in his book and adds those to the 'OKAY' list. The strawberry tart is too sweet for him, and he hastily offers the rest of the slice to Erwin, who enjoys it immensely.

When Levi bites into the chocolate cake, he struggles to understand the combination of earthy and sweet of the chocolate. He must make a face as he tries to reconcile the tastes on his tongue because Erwin frowns.

"No?" Erwin asks.

Levi pauses, then his lips lilt into a smile he gives only to Erwin.

"I think this is the perfect thing to share," he says warmly. He cuts a piece and holds his fork out to Erwin, aiming at his lips.

Erwin grins and opens his mouth. Levi slips it into his mouth, and Erwin moans in satisfaction and he swallows.

"You're right," he says. "It’s perfect for sharing."

Levi slides the plate to the middle of the table and they share the rest of the cake. He's grateful that Erwin doesn't mind sharing; the richness of the chocolate would have him struggling to finish the piece.

The table cleared, Levi finishes his tea and leans back, satisfied. Just as he's about to suggest they go for a walk before heading back to headquarters, a slice of another tart is placed in front of him. He looks to Erwin after he thanks the server.

"I took the liberty of adding something to your tasting menu today," Erwin says. A coy smile settles on his features as he steeples his fingers under his chin, eyes eager. "After watching you try things for the last few months, I took a guess about something you might like. It's a lemon tart."

Levi eyes him with some suspicion before cutting a piece off with his fork. Erwin watches him earnestly as he carefully places the piece in his mouth.

He is blown away by the flavour. The tartness of the lemon, a fruit he's never heard of before, breaks through every taste lingering on his tongue, bright and summery, as though it was made of the very essence of sunshine. Underneath the lemon, a crumbly crust, buttery and sweet, lends themselves to a balance that Levi has never experienced before. A soft whipped cream, unsweetened and floating atop the tart, seals everything together in a silky texture that he rolls over on his tongue until it seems to melt.

He doesn't realize his mouth is gaping after he swallows until Erwin laughs brightly.

"So I was right?"

Levi regards Erwin for a moment, before shoving another piece into his mouth. Instead of eating it, he stands, crosses the length of the table, and presses an open mouth to Erwin's own, forced open by a squeeze to his jaw. Lips locked, he uses his tongue to shove the piece of tart into Erwin’s mouth, before pulling away.

"You tell me," he rasps, his nose barely brushing Erwin’s as his companion struggles to regain his breath.

Levi returns to his chair and sits, arms crossed, smirking. Erwin hesitates, wide-eyed before chewing the tart.

"Yes," Erwin says, clearly flustered. "It's definitely the perfect dessert for you."

Later, as Erwin is paying for the desserts, Levi opens his notebook and flips to a new page. At the top, he writes, 'LOVE.' Directly underneath, he writes, "lemon tart."

Below that, he writes, "Erwin Smith."

#levi ackerman #erwin #eruri #if you read between the lines #but at the end it's pretty much there #i relate to levi's feeling about food scarcity childhood more than i care to admit #these boys are so soft #ferricfox writes

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reinersbuttt · 9 months

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Hey mh

been a long time since i haven’t posted anything on here lol.

Here a fancy eruri wip^^

Last time I used to post on here I was still a student !!! Now I have my dreamjob and it takes a lot of my free time, but as soon as I can draw I just do

I re-watched snk and well here i am

#aot erwin #aot levi #eruri #aot eruri #erwin smith #levi ackerman #soft smut #they cute #grab that tie levi #fanart #eren aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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theearlgreymage · 8 months

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As the movie draws to its conclusion, neither one of them move to grab the remote. Instead, Erwin nuzzles his nose in behind Levi’s ear. Placing a warm kiss to the fine shaven hair. “That was a good movie.”

Levi nods, feeling the way the motion of his head brushes Erwin’s nose against his hairline. Angling his body in Erwin’s hold is easy - one of the advantages to his smaller build. No words need to be exchanged as Levi bumps their noses together. Lips brushing softly.

One soft kiss from Levi is reciprocated by one from Erwin. Little things. Nothing more than chaste pecks at first. Each one lasts a half second longer than the previous until their lips fuse together and draw in the other. Erwin brings a hand up to cup the side of Levi’s neck. Thumbing at his pulse absently, causing Levi to melt further into Erwin. Levi’s lips are as soft as the marshmallows that Erwin enjoyed in his childhood. Warm and supple beneath his tongue, and an utter temptation for him to sink his teeth into - chewing at the delicate flesh with a growing fever.

“Thought you said not to rush anything?” Levi asks in a playful whisper. Pulling his lips free of Erwin’s long enough to suck in a deep breath of air. Erwin can feel the rush of oxygen and the way the muscles in Levi’s neck constrict beneath his fingers. Erwin, ever impatient with matters relating to his fiance, tucks his head beneath Levi’s chin. Peppering warm kisses to the skin at the tips of his fingers.

Here is the finished little piece of soft fluff I teased on my latest Sunday Post ❤️

It is Eruri (from Attack on Titan) because those babies deserve some domestic tender moments.

Summary Below the Cut

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Moblit Berner/Hange Zoë

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoë, Moblit Berner

Additional Tags: Modern AU, domestic life, Domestic Fluff, Soft Levi Ackerman, Soft Erwin Smith, Snow Day, They're engaged, Morning Kisses, Kisses

Summary:

“We’re not kids, ya old man,” Levi teases. “What exactly are we supposed to do with a snow day?”

Erwin loops both of his arms around Levi’s slim waist. Enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth as he dips his head down into the crook of Levi’s neck. “That’s the beauty of a snow day, love. We can act like two kids if we want.”

Humming, Levi takes a sip of his tea. The warmth flowing down his throat pulls him further into Erwin’s hold. Dropping his head back against Erwin’s shoulders between sips of tea. It is a little bitter, Erwin likely let it steep for just a minute too long, but Levi decides to not comment on it.

“Tell me about it. What kinds of things did you do on a snow day?” Levi asks softly.

#The Redacted Tease is Done and Live #It's Eruri #Because I have AOT Brainrot #I swear I will return to our regularly scheduled WIPS soon #eruri #AOT #SNK #AOTEruri #erwin x levi #levi ackerman #erwin smith #fanfic #fic #it's a snow day #modern au #so fluffy #so soft #so tender #they're in love your honor

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the-milk-anon · 1 year

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aot recommendations

works by gee 💙 @levmada

fluff

canon!levi | being a father figure for the 104th’s

canon!levi | saying “i love you” for the first time

canon!levi | reader has trouble sleeping

canon!levi | he returns from a mission

asexual!levi | his relationship with an asexual male!reader

modern!levi | him dealing with reader’s fears

levi | making him breakfast in bed

levi | cooking for reader

angst

canon!levi | surviving a freezing night in the underground

hurt/comfort

postwar!levi | re-building his self-worth

canon!levi | having a breakdown

smut

canon!levi | soft sex with injured!levi (postwar)

canon!levi | first time with male!reader

canon!levi | rough sex after calling him cute

sub!levi | edging him

sub!levi | fucking him into subspace

sub!levi | giving male!reader head for the first time

kitty!levi | lactation kink

kitty!levi | building a nest while in heat

kitty!levi | giving him a collar + levi wearing lingerie

kitty!levi | he gets jealous

kitty!levi | breeding with male!reader

kitty!levi | feeling guilty during his heat

kitty!levi | dealing with his heat

omegaverse!levi | breeding

virgin!levi | taking his virginity

virgin!levi | giving him head

trans!levi | ftm!levi being body worshipped

trans!levi | sfw and nsfw headcanons for ftm!levi

trans!levi | taking ftm!levi’s virginity

trans!levi | winter cuddles with ftm!levi

trans!levi | giving ftm!levi head

levi | riding him

levi | cum eating

multiple parts

merman!levi | canal (five chapters)

trans!levi | canon world ftm!levi headcanons (part 1)

trans!levi | canon world ftm!levi headcanons (part 2)

trans!levi | canon world ftm!levi headcanons (part 3)

modern!levi | period sex (part 1)

modern!levi | period sex (part 2)

modern!levi | period sex (part 3)

levi x furlan

levifar | bathing together

levifar | having their first time together (part 1)

levifar | continuation with bottom!levi (part 2)

levi x erwin

eruri | trans!levi and erwin are stargazing

check out their ao3 as well <3

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huxandthehound · 1 year

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It's been too long without soft morning modern au eruris

art by 0023atn on twitter

(Posted with permission. Reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited.)

#eruri #eruri art #0023atn

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levmada · 1 month

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//eruri

Erwin stares into the faint ripples of the white curtain beside his table. A sturdy round thing, obviously better suited for card-playing than sitting and sipping tea, but… Levi takes no luxuries it seems, even as Captain, even knowing Erwin would be staying with him while he recovered from his flu, as if he deserved no better.

Oh, Levi.

He quickly reminds himself of their compromise before he gets greedy. Levi is absurdly fussy about getting help in the most basic sense, but at the same time it was a forgone conclusion.

Levi had to give in yesterday when he was several hours late to breakfast, unable to explain himself because he had lost his voice. The flu never hits Levi until it does, and it hits him hard.

It’s so rare for him to get sick that Erwin is tense even now, like a spring wound up tight and waiting for a sneeze to set him off.

It's unsettling to see Levi deeply sleep. He's mostly slept through today, but that's the medicine doing its work.

He glances back towards the twin bed where Levi is resting on his back. A hairband is propped behind his ears to keep his bangs clear of his sweaty forehead; his cheeks are the color of apples.

He really deserves a nicer mattress… but part of the compromise was staying in Levi’s old room to keep Erwin’s quarters free of germs. If Erwin wanted to stew in them, that was his prerogative, Levi had retorted—and yes, it was.

But maybe he can haggle when Levi starts feeling better.

Erwin returns to his parchment.

“Mm…”

Erwin side-glances at Levi. He hasn’t woken up, but his shoulders hunch and ripple with a feverish shiver. The mattress cries a tiny squeak as he rolls over, onto his side so Erwin can see the misery deeply etched into his face.

His gaze lingers, wondering if he should risk waking Levi to check his temperature again. (It wouldn’t be on purpose.) His face is glossy, deepened to a beet-red. He sniffles noisily. A few untamed strands have escaped the hairband and cling to his temple like glue.

So finishing up this urgent piece of work, or going to Levi?

He goes to scoot out in time for Levi to whine again. With a little tensing up.

“Momma…” he murmurs. “M-M…”

His nails sink into the loose cotton by his knee. For a second he doesn’t even know what to think, for Levi, indentured to the pain under his breath. It screams its weight, which comes so much heavier by some place in childhood. A feeble call so acrid with pain in Levi’s low tone—if they knew of Levi—is enough to shatter a man’s heart.

“Momma.” He sounds shaky now.

Erwin stands up like a paralysis had seized his body up until now and goes over, sitting by Levi’s chest. He goes to adjust the hairband neatly, and wipe his neck and forehead of sweat with a washcloth set aside. Levi keeps mumbling devoid of meaning, but it all means one word, and Erwin knows it. When his nose starts to run and a tear squeezes out from Levi's tightly shut eyes, he grabs a clean handkerchief (softer on his skin) and starts hushing gently.

"You're dreaming, my love. It's only a dream now."

"Mm-omma. Mommgmomm momma geddup..."

"Shhh..." He swallows and runs his fingers slowly through Levi's hair. It's soft, almost painfully so, for some reason now.

"Momma," he cries.

He's sleeping too deeply. Erwin strokes his hair for now, hoping he'll settle.

eruri masterlist | main masterlist

#vent as usual #eruri #snk eruri #erwin x levi #aot eruri #eruri art #eruri feels #eruri fic #eruri fluff #eruri fanfic #erwin smith x levi ackerman #levi x erwin

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lostcauses-noregrets · 6 months

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I will admit Eruri makes the most sense among Levi ships but I don't think Levi would be interested in romance or sex. Is there anything in the canon that suggests otherwise? I am sorry if this ask was unwelcome.

Not unwelcome at all Anon! There are many fans who see Levi as being somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum and that's just fine. There isn't really a great deal in canon to confirm anything one way or another. The whole story is devoid of sex and there isn't a great deal in terms of conventional romance either. However there are many deeply committed relationships threaded through the story, some of which have been forged over many years, and ultimately it is selfless love that is the key to unlocking the power that defeats the Titans.

I've often said that I see "romance" as being the least interesting aspect of Erwin and Levi's relationship. Given that they are both war-weary veterans fighting for the survival of humanity, I shouldn't imagine that they had either the time or the space for romance. However there are little glimpses of what some might regard as romantic gestures in the supplementary materials; the contraband tea that Erwin procures for Levi, the private dinners they share after expeditions, and the ridiculously soft and wistful Crumbled Castle Gate side story. How you choose to interpret these gestures is entirely up to you though.

#asks #eruri #levi ackerman #levi meta #eruri relationship #snk

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randomficrecss · 1 year

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Eruri fic rec <3

Part 1

ugh they are so perfect, this is one of my most fav ships ever!!

these are gonna be all longer fics like 90K+ words but i’ll definitely post another part with shorter ones!

The Blue by bowowline

E | 176.1K | 14/14 | Hitman Levi, AU modern setting, Slowburn, Smut

“Look, kid. Don’t listen to what Uri says, you hear?” Kenny combs his hair with his hand, although there’s not a single strand out of place. “Don’t ever listen to him. You only have one kinda people you have to listen to. You know that, yes? Who do you listen to? Tell me,” he orders, kind of frantic.

“I only listen to the Family,” Levi says absently.

As a child, Levi refused to finish a job. He has not made one blunder after that. Twenty years later, fate catches up to him again.

Birds of Paradise by obiwhat12

No rating (check tags) | 94.9K | 14/14 | Hurt/Comfort, Sick Levi, Domestic Fluff, PTSD

On an expedition gone awry, Erwin and Levi find themselves stranded in the forest, fighting for their lives. They are graced with no other option except to put their faith in one another, despite their vast differences.

Under the same bright stars, they discover a new kind of consolation in each other that neither has known before.

In These Fallen Leaves by masksarehot

E | 210.2K | 32/32 | Temporary Character Death, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Smut

[Post-Basement canon-divergent AU] Ten years after the end of the war, Levi, still heartbroken over Erwin's death, is living out a quiet existence with a few Survey Corps survivors. But signs are beginning to surface that Erwin is not truly dead, and they're getting too vivid to ignore...

This fic explores (canon-divergent) choices that the survivors made after Erwin's death and their consequences for the world. It's also about healing, and Erwin and Levi learning to put words to things that have always been unspoken between them. And beneath it all are the paths, whispering to them that the fate of Paradis still rests upon their shoulders...

Corps-à-Corps by onthearrow (loved this one)

E | 223.6K | 25/25 | AU fencing, Slowburn, Smut

Meeting people in New York City is hard. When Erwin’s last good friend moves away for greener pastures, he joins the local fencing club in his Upper East Side neighborhood in hopes of rekindling both an old hobby, and his wilting social life.

-OR-

The newest member of Levi's fencing club has it all it all-- money, a highly successful career, overbearingly good looks. Levi doesn't have any of that. But he sure as hell wants Erwin Smith anyway.

The Means by calacreda

E | 130.2K | 16/16 | Post-ACWNR, Pre-AOT, Prostitution, Slowburn

'He hears him say “Do not tell a soul, Levi” and wants to laugh. Tell anyone? To what end? So that others have the images that Levi now has running through his head; of grabbing hands and harness marks, hard words and soft lips, of lies upon lies upon lies in a desperate attempt to get to the truth?'

Levi begins to notice Erwin leaving HQ alone and not returning until the dead of night.

Slow-burn, pre-show Eruri.

He Chose Titans by masksarehot

E | 486.1K | 43/43 | Semi-Canon Prequel, Truama, Fluff, Smut

Erwin swore he would never again be distracted from his fight against the titans, but when an unexpected bond begins to form with Levi, he must decide whether he will follow his heart or his head.

Mail Order Spy by 35g (Jaackdaw)

M | 230K | 24/24 | Slowburn, Espionage, PTSD, Fake/Pretend Relationship

2091. Titans are no longer the frail oddities they once were. They're changing, growing. Governments aren’t changing with them. The International Military Police is tightening their leash. Erwin Smith orders a spy.

Dresden by hedera_helix (one of my all time favs)

M | 334.4K | 26/26 | AU, Historial, WWII

When Levi acquired his false identification he knew that the key to survival would be to stay unnoticed and to contain the bitterness and anger he feels inside himself. As the tides of war start to turn against Germany, however, Levi finds himself in a position to make a choice.

CODA by crownlessk_ing

M | 222.2K | 27/27 | AU 80’s, Musicians, Canon Disabled Character, Period-Typical Homophobia, War Flashbacks

France, 1986 - The last time Erwin was in Paris, he had it all. Youth, love, success, and his place in some of the most prestigious orchestras of the world. His cello had been his faithful companion through it all, and many said Erwin was the most talented cellist of his time. With such a bright future, it was easy to pretend everything was perfect.

But a lot had changed in ten years.

Now, all he had left were ghosts in his shadows, blurred memories of what used to be, and a body broken beyond repair.

He hoped going back to where it all started would be enough to recover what he’d lost: his ability to hold a cello, to feel, to love. He’d been wrong so far. But there may be another soul just as broken as his, someone who was also wandering in search of their own missing pieces.

Final Tour by gouguruheddo

M | 131.9K | 22/22 | Friends to lovers, PTSD, Modern America, Mid-Life Crisis, grief/Mourning, Trust Issues, Hurt/Comfort

It's been twenty years in the army, and Levi is finally home--retired, bored, directionless. The world has moved on without him, including his friend Erwin. He struggles to learn to adjust, to deal with his nightmares, to flourish in a world he's never understood, only to find that Erwin is dealing with the same thing.

Pledge by EllaBesmirched (El_Bell)

E | 123.9K | 15/15 | AU college, Frat Boy Erwin, ex-thug Levi, Slowburn, Light Hazing,

Levi is not in a fucking frat.

The Laws of Survival by pasiphile

E | 120.8K | 7/7 | Slowburn, Dom/Sub Undertones, PTSD, Non-binary Hange

His friends are dead, and now he’s trapped in a world where he has no voice, no control, and no one on his side except for the bastard who forced him to join in the first place.

Trust doesn’t just grow in one day.

Vespers by Valisi (series)

E | 109.5K | 12 Works | read tags

A series of stories detailing Erwin Smith and Levi Ackerman's private life together. Pieces can be read individually or as a whole.

Some pieces will reference things that have happened in past parts of the story, but it's nothing so major that you'll feel left out.

#erwin smith #levi ackerman #eruri #eruri fanfic #eruri supremacy #eruri fic #eruri fic rec #attack on titan #attack on titan fic #attack on titan fic rec #attack on titan fanfiction #they are gay

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neonscandal · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/neonscandal/743718249842278400/the-girls-that-get-it-get-it?source=share

When I woke up just found your post...😭😳

Now, I just knew that you also ship castiel and eruri, Neon.... Can I ask your thoughts on those two ships?

I love the idea that you woke up to that post. 😅 Let that be what I'm remembered for, I guess haha

DESTIEL

There was something magical and embarrassing about being on tumblr during SuperWhoLock and I regret none of it. 👀 The queer baiting, on queer baiting, on queer baiting of Supernatural for 14 seasons before finally confirming what they'd strewn throughout the show was a short lived satisfaction considering how it ended. Adored ship, shit writing for it to all dissolve into a "bury your gays" trope. Ironically, I would very much compare this ship to if Katsuki Bakugo and Shoto Todoroki were to get together. I've said before somewhere that Bakugo is basically Dean Winchester. Now that I'm thinking about it, cold, doe eyed Castiel who warms up over time to socialization is for sure Todoroki. Ya know, for any of you TodoBaku's out there looking for inspo 🍰💥

ERURI

I subsist on a pretty filling diet of sarajamss' tiktok content which really keeps the ship alive. Levi is one of my favorite characters. But it feels like Iseyama wrote the man to suffer. How do you end up alone twice? Durable beyond reason and forced to bear the burden of his every comrade. Levi is the resilient flower that sprouts in the cracks of concrete. It would make sense to be harsh coming from the Underground. But the imperceptible softness he had for his regimen and the commander who never treated him like a threat (despite literally being sent to kill him)? I don't know why that's so cloying to me but it is. "Give up on your dreams and die" might as well have been "I love you" because, between them, there was the understanding of what that moment was and an implicit trust that Levi would make the sacrifice worth it.

Okay. Beginning to think I might be part of the problem.

#neon asks #anon asks #destiel #eruri #spn #aot #snk #supernatural #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #castiel #dean winchester #levi ackerman #erwin smith #anime #manga #tdbk #todobaku

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cinnamon-girl-writes · 5 days

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midnight rain . . . levi x erwin, eruri

captain erwin smith calls the young recruit levi ackerman into his office in the middle of the night. or: how levi got his cravat.

1k words, fluff, humor, suggested romance, some angst if you squint

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

Levi sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed, pondering the day’s events. It was well past midnight and Furlan had long since fallen asleep on the top bunk, leaving Levi to his own devices.

Suddenly, Levi heard footsteps coming from down the hall. He stood, anticipating a lecture from his superiors about staying up so late. Instead, he was greeted by a familiar but unexpected face. Captain Erwin.

“Soldier,” greeted the older man. He saluted, though this elicited no response from Levi.

“Captain.”

A silence hung in the air between them as Erwin observed the man before him. He inhaled, stealing himself away from his spiraling thoughts. “I’d like to invite you into my office. I have something I think you’d be interested in.”

“I’m okay,” Levi retorted. He had no interest in chatting over tea with Captain Erwin Smith. Well, maybe if tea was involved . . .

“Really, I think it would be in your interest to come with me,” Erwin retorted.

Levi sighed, his eyes darkening. It was late, and he’d like to try and get some rest tonight. Reluctantly, however, he nodded in submission and followed the Captain down the hall and to his office.

When he got inside, he saw everything that he would expect. A wooden desk sat in the center of the room, scattered with papers that seemed half-finished. Levi took note of this; the disorganization seemed very uncharacteristic of Erwin.

He also noticed the glass-paneled cabinet in the back of the room. It was mostly filled with books and old equipment, but the top shelf is what caught Levi’s attention. Canisters of exotic tea brews were lined up there, and Levi could practically feel them staring at him. Oh, what he would do to get his hands on some tea in a filthy place like this.

“Please, sit.” Erwin gestured to the small couch across from his desk and sat in his desk chair. Levi sat in his usual fashion, with his arm slung across the back of the couch and his legs crossed.

Erwin reached to the tray set to the side of his desk and poured a cup of tea for himself and then for Levi. The cadet took the cup in his hand, opting not to put in any sugar or cream, as was his usual practice. He noticed the smell of the brew first: it was a soft but distinct ginger herbal tea. He mentally regarded the Captain with respect for his choice. It had no doubt cost a fortune to acquire.

Erwin took his own tea, stirring in a spoonful of cream and taking a long sip before setting his cup down on the saucer. Levi himself took a sip of his tea, inhaling the scent as he did so. He was right; the tea was delicious. The ginger flavor was just delicate enough to perfectly balance out what Levi had recognized as peppermint and fennel. Well done, Captain.

Setting his cup down, the dark haired man remained silent, waiting for Erwin to make the first move. What could have possibly been important enough for Erwin to call him to his office this late at night after everyone had already gone to bed?

The dark haired man remained silent, waiting for Erwin to make the first move. What could have possibly been important enough for Erwin to call him to his office late at night after everyone had already gone to bed?

“Soldier— I take it that this change in lifestyle has been less than ideal for you.”

Levi scoffed: “Tch. Is that why you called me here? I must admit, I expected more, Captain.”

Erwin ignored the reprimand. Leaning forward, he looked into the pair of gray eyes across from him “You’re different from your comrades, Levi. You’re smarter, stronger. And I take it you’ve got a heightened sense of the people around you.”

Levi tensed. “What do you mean by that?”

Erwin relaxed slightly, leaning back in his chair. It seemed he had been expecting this reaction. “What I mean to say is: you were born to be a leader, Ackerman. You’re set apart, you’re different.”

Levi looked down, now unable to meet the older man’s eyes. He knew he had exceptional physical strength and skill with the Survey Corps equipment, but to be told to his face by a superior that he was a leader; to a boy from the underground, born to a prostitute and regarded as vermin, that was a first.

Erwin chuckled to himself. “I can see you going very far, Ackerman. Additionally,” Erwin paused to open the bottom drawer of his desk, “I’ve noticed you have a tendency to keep things very clean and orderly.”

Erwin straightened, and Levi could finally see what he was holding. It was a piece of crisp white fabric, sewn together as to make a pattern of small pleats. It had two small buttons secured to one end that glistened in the dim light of the office.

“I thought you’d like this. And maybe it’ll remind you of our conversation tonight, and your full potential.” With a small smile, Erwin handed Levi the piece of white cloth. He took it, feeling the fabric in his fingers. It was the richest and most refined thing he had ever touched in his life, he thought to himself. Owned, he corrected. A strange feeling passed through levi that he couldn’t quite name, and when he looked up into the eyes of the commander, the feeling only grew stronger.

For the first time in his life, Levi was at a complete loss for words; no offhand comment to make or witty remarks to think to himself.

He settled on the only words that could come to mind: “Thank you,” Levi managed to sputter out before quickly adding, “Captain.”

Erwin stood, extending his hand for Levi to shake. He did so hesitantly; this wasn’t a standard practice for soldiers, especially higher-ups.

Levi exited the office without another word, closing the door behind him and making his way down the hallway back to the cadet’s barracks.

The next morning, no one questioned where he had gotten such a refined piece of clothing from, not even the ever-curious Isabel. Years passed and soldiers came and went, but Levi never forgot that night every time he looked in the mirror. He would always remember the words of Commander Erwin Smith, how he had looked at him that night with such sincerity and hope.

You’re different, Levi Ackerman.

#aot #aot fic #aot fanfic #aot fanfiction #eruri #snk #snk eruri #snk levi #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman #erwin smith #erwin x levi #levi x erwin #attack on titan

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theearlgreymage · 8 months

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How in the world is it Sunday already? This past week has absolutely flown by.

It's been a chaotic week - which is normal for me at this point. But I have been able to work on a single little side project. Just something a little fluffy for a friend that's been relaxing after some very long work days. It will hopefully be posted in it's entirety later this week, and then I hope to get back on schedule with all my SnowBaz WIPs.

Shout-Out's and Hello's to those who have been tagging me this past week!! @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @cutestkilla @wellbelesbian @aristocratic-otter @hushed-chorus @j-nipper-95 @confused-bi-queer @ileadacharmedlife

A Small One-Shot in Softness

(What oh what fandom am I writing for today? Is it SnowBaz? Eruri? KazuRei? FirstPrince? I shall make you all wait and see.)

[redacted] nodded, feeling the way the motion of his head brushed [redacted] nose against his hairline. Angling his body in [redacted] hold was easy - one of the advantages to his smaller build. No words needed to be exchanged as [redacted] bumped their noses together. Lips brushing softly. One soft kiss from [redacted] was reciprocated by one from [redacted]. Little things. Nothing more than chaste pecks at first. Each one lasted a half second longer than the previous until their lips fused together and drew in the other. [redacted] brought a hand up to cup the side of [redacted] neck. Thumbing at his pulse absently, causing [redacted] to melt further into [redacted]. [redacted] lips were as soft as the marshmallows that [redacted] enjoyed in his childhood. Warm and supple beneath his tongue, and an utter temptation for him to sink his teeth into - chewing at the delicate flesh with a growing fever.

Happy Sunday and Tags to All of the Amazingly Talented Folks below the Cut 😘

@artsyunderstudy @bazzybelle @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ebbpettier @erzbethluna @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @foolofabookwyrm-activated @gekkoinapeartree @henreyettah @ic3-que3n @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ionlydrinkhotwater @johnwgrey @krisrix @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @moodandmist @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @palimpsessed @prettylightsbigcity @raenestee @shrekgogurt @skeedelvee @stardustasincocaine @stitchyqueer @tea-brigade @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @whogaveyoupermission @yellobb

#six sentence sunday #seven sentence sunday #HOWEVER MANY SENTENCES I WANT SUNDAY #It's fluffy #And soft #And sweet #And NOT rated E for once in my fucking life #I just wanted them to cuddle and kiss #They're in love your honor #But WHO are they #You shall have to wait and find out #Unless you are the single person who has access to this quick wip #But I trust you to stay quiet

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Some fic reading numbers to wrap up 2023

(Yeah yeah I know I’ve posted a whole bunch of fic rec lists this week but this is the last one, I promise)

In 2023, I’d say my fandom habits could be summarized into this: 1) the AFTG brainrot finally eased back a bit so I could truly return to my default state of being a multi-fandom whore, 2) I went back on my bullshit of reading fics for fandoms I’m not in/haven’t thought about for many years, and 3) I’ve finally entered the danmei realm, years after everyone else around here lol (and if you listen carefully in the distance, you can hear the frustrated scream of my former roommate that I’ve pissed off by only just this year checking out and loving the stuff she rec’d for me to read/watch years ago lol).

In 2023, I bookmarked on ao3 1207 new fics read for 46 fandoms (though only about 850 are in my public bookmarks). The fandom I read the most for was MDZS, managing to unseat AFTG as my most read-for fandom this year, accounting for about 345 of those new bookmarks.

Below is a multi-fandom list of 10 of my favorites of all the fics I read in 2023. I limited myself to only choosing fics that are complete standalones cuz otherwise I prob wouldn’t be able to limit it to only 10.

In no particular order:

Fandom: Attack On Titan

The Means by calacreda

Levi begins to notice Erwin leaving HQ alone and not returning until the dead of night.

Slow-burn, pre-show Eruri.

This fic is here to commemorate the 4 days of absolute insanity in March I spent binge-reading hundreds of thousands of words by this writer despite me knowing barely anything about these characters

Fandom: Simon Snow

Where the Sand Meets the Sea by waterwings/ @amywaterwings

This is a world where magic has moved on.

Where stars fall from the sky.

Where time is less a linear progression and more a slow dance.

And where Simon and Baz start to switch places, which will—inevitably—change everything.

5th ever fic to make me cry (and 1st fic not in the AFTG fandom to make me cry, whoop), the kind of fic that really lingers with sticky fingers on the brain

Fandom: Word of Honor

Strange Pilgrims by inkmyname/ @inkmyname

“Can I have all the wine in the world?” “Yes.” “Can I have all the treasures in the ocean?” “Yes.” “Can I have all the stars in the sky?” And because it wasn’t in Zhou Zishu’s nature to deny Wen Kexing anything, he said yes. From the western mountains to the eastern seas. Some seventy years on, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing wander together.

This fic had me chewing on drywall cuz it’s so good

Fandom: The Vinland Saga

neither sword nor crown by arahir/ @arahir

Canute does whatever he can to keep Thorfinn, though it might cost him everything.

“You want to kill me now.” The words steal his breath with their truth. Thorfinn looks at him, from under his filthy bangs, eyes piercing and bruised. Something in Canute’s chest flips over at that look, at how wounded he is. He’s broken. He’s been broken from the first moment they met, but now he’s lost even Askeladd to hold his pieces together. “But if you fight me like this, it’s not fair. You have to wait until I get stronger. Be my guard until then, and I’ll duel you, warrior to warrior.” Thorfinn’s gaze is unflinching. Canute reaches behind him and pulls the dagger from the folds of his fur-lined cloak. The blade is a part of Thorfinn, like the crown is a part of Canute, now. He hands it over, hilt first. “Or, you can kill me today. Right now, right here.”

Wouldn’t be me unless there was at least one amazing historical fiction-esque fic, from a fandom I’m technically not in, on this list

Fandom: All For the Game

If Suddenly You Forget Me by sambutwithbooks

There’s a ring in the bag they give him, along with his soiled uniform.

The blood doesn’t bother him, even if his stomach clenches as he remembers that it’s his-it's the ring on a chain that snags his attention and holds it.

A wedding ring.

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Fifteen years post-canon, an accident on the court wipes Neil and their life together from Andrew's memory. It takes a while for him to find his way back to it.

Made every criticism I’ve ever had of the amnesia trope die a slow and miserable death (also 4th ever fic to make me cry)

Dream clouds, ghost ground (I’ve been looking at the sky to show me where I went wrong) by Ateiluj/ @awildtei

Cass Spear deals with her son’s death, the truths that it reveals, and how it all reshapes her past with Andrew.

One of the most incredible character studies I’ve ever read across any fandom, period

nocturnal animals by animediac/ @jaywalkers

“He was an addict,” Taylor says roughly, turning away to unplug the blender. “He wouldn’t accept help and he didn’t care who he hurt with it by the end.” “He was our brother,” Abby says, sadly. “I know,” Taylor tells her. “That was the worst part." — Memory takes the graveyard shift. Abby Winfield works nights.

Absolutely devastating Abby Winfield backstory that had me curling up into a ball on the floor

Fandom: Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing/ @primtheamazing

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

This fic had me saying “just one more chapter” long into the night until I was literally staring down the epilogue at some ungodly morning hour

Fandom: BBC Merlin

Whereat the Two Swore On the Field of Death a Deathless Love by horsecrazy/ @cbk1000

In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. But not quite in the way you think. 'The Once and Future King'/Merlin mashup; now with 50% more gay.

One of the most incredible things I’ve ever read in my life, this writer is single-handedly responsible for reviving my Merthur obsession 3 years after it’s mostly died down

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi

我拿青春赌明天 / I’ll wager my youth against tomorrow by tombenough_and_continent/ @hunxi-after-hours

The dust of this mortal world cannot fall upon him—he is a strand-dancer, a weaver of time’s tapestry, dispatched by Gusu Lan’s Symphony to climb upwards into the knots and gnarls of alternate timelines and coax them towards the future in which Gusu reigns, benevolent and peaceful and supreme—the future in which Lan Wangji himself is sung into existence. He is here to change the past and deliver the future into being. It would not be wrong to call him fate. (or, This is How You Lose the Time War, but make it wangxian)

Still screaming crying throwing up over this fic cuz nothing gets me quite like a beautifully written mash-up of 2 of my fave pieces of media

Thank you to all you fic writers out there for getting me through another year. Cheers to a new year of more wonderful writing!

#fanfiction wrapped #fic rec #fic rec list #aftg #vinland saga #aot #mdzs #simon snow #svsss #bbc merlin #tyk

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