For the writing prompts you posted! Can't decide whether to request 45 or 96? Can I have both? jk, I will go with 96, eruri edition. Thank you in advance and have a great day!
Thank you, friend! Sorry so late! Here are some husbands, bein husbands and tyin’ ties in canonverse. And stuff. o_o;;
96. “Here, let me.”
Levi has never been to one of the fundraiser balls in the Capital, and Erwin can already tell he’s going to hate it.
It’s one of the reasons Erwin likes spending time with Levi, apart from the fact he’s lethal on the battlefield.
“Does it have to be so fucking tight?” Levi scowls, swallowing hard as Erwin tightens the traditional black necktie. “Can’t I just wear the cravat?”
“It’s a formal event.”
“Fuck this,” he hisses, clearing his throat as Erwin fusses with the tie once it’s knotted. “I’ll do this once, and then I’m wearing whatever I want.”
“Once is all you’ll need,” Erwin reassures, pulling back. “You’ve already proven yourself to be a legend by rumor.”
“Rumors are bullshit,” Levi grunts, staring up at Erwin with sudden intensity.
There’s a short silence, until Levi raises his eyebrows in apparent consternation… his very fine, quite lovely dark eyebrows, which are expressive, especially when he’s—
“Yes?” Erwin asks, interrupting his own distracting thoughts.
No, that is not happening with this new acquisition.
He has a name.
Levi. This is not happening with Levi.
“Your tie is fucked up.” The acquisition named Levi remarks, tilting his head slightly, dark hair brushing over his forehead. He’s studying Erwin’s tie with the intensity of a war surgeon. “Here, let me.” He reaches out, hesitating only for a moment.
“Fine,” Erwin replies with what he thinks is a pleasant tone, resigning himself to the touch.
Levi’s fingers working the knot out of the tie to adjust is slightly makes Erwin’s heart beat faster—much to his consternation—and it takes far too long for the entire affair to conclude.
“There,” Levi says, smoothing the tie as he finally pulls back. “It’s fine now.”
He smooths his hands down Erwin’s shoulders, once, then twice, and then they sit there. They stare at each other. They tense, and Erwin can’t stand to watch those fine brows raise again without doing something about it.
Everything in Erwin stops when he kisses Levi, finds his mouth and presses their lips together; and then everything, even his heartbeat possibly, stops too, as Levi grabs him in a strong, uncompromising grip, and kisses back.
When they finally break away, they both pant: “Fuck.”
Erwin presses his forehead against Levi’s without thought, and he laughs hoarsely. Levi laughs, too, and they exhale together.
“Who do you usually go to these stupid things with?” Levi asks, breathless still. “Your wife?”
“I don’t have a wife.” Erwin is serious as he draws back to look at Levi critically, tilting his head.
“You…” Levi sounds legitimately puzzled by the response as he trails off, questioning.
“You think if I had a wife I’d be…” Erwin motions awkwardly at Levi, “kissing you?”
Levi raises one of those fine eyebrows again, calculating, before rolling his eyes. “Are you serious? No one is that noble.”
“Then what do you think I’m looking for?”
“Sex?” Levi asks, snorting. “A reason to live?”
The question is silly, rhetorical, but Erwin recognizes the tension in Levi’s mouth as, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
“What silly questions,” Erwin remarks as he leans down to kiss Levi again, lips brushing against those stubborn, downturned lips without hesitation now. “You know the answer to both.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Fuck you.” Levi’s grip is hard, uncompromising, and passionate; Erwin’s eyes fall shut, and he revels in the unwavering conviction.
“Yes,” he pants, allowing Levi to kiss and bite at his throat, “precisely that.”
Despite the inference, they don’t fuck; but Levi does fix Erwin’s tie, grumbling the entire time about Erwin being a tease.
And something changes after that, in the carriage ride back to Survey Corps headquarters, when Erwin falls asleep with Levi nearby.
Somehow, he wakes up in his own bed, and Levi is nearby on the couch in his bedroom, curled into a ball with his too-tight tie thrown to the floor.
And Erwin stares for a long time, then; heart knotted more tightly than any tie he’s ever worn.
It’s the first time he’s wanted anything within the Walls as much as he has outside of them.