#ereriva

Ahhhh!!! I’ve been waiting so long to do this prompt! There was so much ore I wanted to do with this, but it’s already slightly over 1k so I had to stop myself. This was one of my favorite prompts to write, so I really hope you enjoy it, sweetie! Love you!! :D

No Need to be Nervous

“Why do you look so nervous, Eren?”

I swallowed thickly around the growing lump in my throat when Levi’s narrowed, concerned eyes searched my face for any clues to my current discomfort. A thin sheen of sweat had started glistening against my forehead, my hands clammy and shaking, the weight of the little black box in my pocket nearly overwhelming. But still, I smiled and shook off his question like everything was fine.

“I’m okay. It’s just…” I paused to pick my brain for a moment, my eyes sweeping through the bustling dining room of the fancy restaurant in attempt to find an excuse quickly. “Crowded.”

Levi raised a thin eyebrow, his face practically screaming his disbelief. “You’re nervous because it’s crowded?” he asked incredulously, seeing through the veil of my ridiculous lie immediately. “Eren, in the ten years that I’ve known you, never once have you gotten like this because of a crowd. That’s usually me. You thrive in crowded places. God only knows how.”

I chuckled lightly at that, cursing myself for being such a damn social butterfly. “Well, you got me there, love. How long have you been so observant?” I asked dumbly, shushing the voice in my head when it started screaming about how much of a moron I am.

When our waiter returned with our plates of delicious looking food, Levi’s eyes didn’t stray from mine, not even to answer the man when he offered Levi a refill of wine. He only nodded and continued to stare at me expectantly. I could tell he was reading me, trying to pull out my inner thoughts with those steely silver eyes I had fallen so hard for all those years ago. Well, jokes on him. If he could read minds the only thing he would hear would be me cussing myself out for being an idiot.

“Well this all looks good!” I say with a smile after clearing my throat, trying to distract him from my thinly veiled nerves.

“Eren.”

“And did you see the chandelier over there?”

“Eren, would you–”

“And look at that piano! You play piano! Will you play something for me when we get home?”

“Eren, so help me God, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong right now you won’t make it home.”

My mouth snapped shut as I chewed on the inside of my cheek, my eyes going down to the napkin in my lap as I mindlessly fiddled with it. I only glanced up at Levi again when I heard him sigh. “I need to ask you something.” I said quietly, reaching one trembling hand out to him.

“You know you can ask me anything, sweetheart.” Levi’s voice was so soothing, so sweet and gentle as he took my hand. His thumb rubbed at my knuckles comfortingly, his eyes full of nothing but love when I gained the courage to look up at him again. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. You’ve been so on edge the last few days, but you won’t talk to me. I’m getting worried, Eren. Did I do something to upset you?”

I inhaled sharply at that, shaking my head quick enough to give myself whiplash. “That’s not it at all!” I said a little too loudly, unintentionally calling the attention of the surrounding tables to us. “I’m not upset or hurt or anything like that. It’s not anything bad, I promise. It’s just… It’s really good. At least, to me it is. I’m nervous because I don’t know if you’ll think it’s good too. Just… Just give me a minute to get my thoughts together.”

You’re rambling, Jaeger. Get a damn hold of yourself.

Levi’s gaze impossibly softened, prompting me to remember one of the many reasons why I loved him so deeply. Why I was sitting across from him now with this damned box in my pocket. “I’m listening, sweetheart. Take your time.”

I took a deep breath and tightened my hand in his, intertwining our fingers together. “Levi Ackerman…” I began, feeling my stiff shoulders relax just by saying his name. “These past ten years have been the best of my life. It’s been a rollercoaster, for sure, with plenty of ups and downs. But no matter how bad the bad times got, we always made it out stronger.” I blinked rapidly to keep the tears welling in my eyes at bay.

Levi squeezed my hand reassuringly, his eyes full of concern and something else that was difficult for me to name. “Eren, my darling…”

I shook my head, sitting up a little straighter and clearing my throat in attempt to choke down my nerves. “I’m sorry, lovey. Just let me finish. I’ll get there eventually.” I laughed softly, bringing up my free hand to wipe at my damp lashes as he nodded for me to continue.

“I pined after you for six years before I told you how I felt about you. That I wanted more with you. God only knows why you accepted that, but I’m so happy you did.” I chuckled, relaxing a little when he laughed too. “I didn’t think anything would ever make me happier than that moment, than these last four years of being your boyfriend, but recently I’ve been thinking…”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little black box that seemed to weigh six hundred pounds. I heard Levi suck in a gasp as I opened it up to show him the silver ring inside. “Recently I’ve been thinking that only one thing could make me happier than I already am. That you’ll make me the happiest man in the world for the rest of my life by becoming my husband.” I paused for a moment, letting my words sink in before I said my final piece. “Will you marry me?”

Levi stared at me for a moment, his own beautiful eyes looking a bit glassy as his lips stretched into the most gorgeous grin. After a moment, he gave a breathy laugh that had always been music to my ears and reached into his pocket to pull out a small box of his own. I gasped in excitement, my tears finally falling down my cheeks in streams as I released his hand to cover my gaping mouth in shock.

“Only if you’ll marry me.”

Julie!! Ahhhh! The angst request gives me life! <3 I fucking love you, and I do so hope you enjoy. :D

Trigger warning for panic attacks.

“I can’t do this.”

The words were a pin prick, a fine edge and a shallow cut. They were choked; breathless and waking something much deeper, buried beneath the surface of flesh, bleeding truth. Terror. Warm hands felt cold.

Too cold, too cold, too cold.

Like a corpse, stiff and heavy, blood no longer thrumming through raised blue veins. But there was still blood there, still a pulse. Still a heartbeat that was moving too fast.

Too fast, too fast, too fast.

Through the soles of his shoes, Levi thought he could feel the earth trembling. Through the cage of bone in his chest, he felt the same tremors rattling his lungs. His vision was fuzzy, but he could still see the world spinning. Mouth desert dry, body numb from the waist down, throat closing, closing, closing.

Can’t breathe.

Levi closed his eyes, counted to ten in his head. Then twenty. Then fifty. There was no relief. Not when his throat felt like it was swelling shut. Now when his body was trembling so violently that he was losing all sense of here and present and feeling.

“Levi!”

His eyes snapped open and for a split second he thought he found relief. But this was only half over. This was only the eye of a hurricane, the chilling serenity before all hell broke loose. Again.

Where am I?

“Levi, baby. I’m here. I’m here now.”

Levi blinked once, twice. He was home, laying on the couch in mid-panic attack, staring up at the man who had captured his heart. The man who loved him despite his bouts of random anxiety; despite his manic episodes of cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. Despite his dry, shitty humor. Despite his stoic exterior and emotional breakdowns when his feelings were just too much to keep hidden away.

Eren, tender and soft and gentle and caring, with his unconditional love. With his bright eyes and toothy grin. With his long brown hair that Levi always teased him about cutting. With his favorite pink sweater and twelve-year-old tennis shoes riddled with holes. With his messes and late for works and good night kisses. With his strong hands and limitless resolve. With his heart on his sleeve.

He was back to make it all better.

“Eren… I can’t do this…” Levi choked out past a gasp of breath, though it felt like all the oxygen had extinguished from the air.

Eren shook his head, his messy bun bouncing at the movement. “You can do this, baby. You’re so strong and so brave. You can do this.” He was always quick to reassure, always so kind and beautiful and comforting. His hands always knew where to go. Whether it was to help Levi regain feeling or wreck him in bed or pull him back down to earth, Eren’s hands were all-knowing.

He was massaging Levi’s legs, his touch stirring his nerves and making him shiver, helping his body to wake up again. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. Just try to take deep, slow breaths.” His voice was as soft as satin, calling Levi back to the land of the living. “Remember all those other times you said you couldn’t do it? You did. Because you kept fighting and pushing yourself to get better. You can do it again. I know you can.”

Levi, slow to trust and drowning in an ocean of disbelief, found himself nodding. Because after all these years of being with Eren, of building a bond rooted in honesty, had proved time and time again Eren could be trusted. How could Levi not believe him when he spoke with such determination? It was impossible.

Levi could believe he could get through this because Eren told him he could. Levi could feel that the world had stopped shaking and spinning, could feel his lungs expanding with air against his still ribs, could feel the swelling in his throat begin to wane. Each breath grew steadier, stronger; each pulse of his galloping heart decreasing to a normal pace.

Yeah, he could believe in Eren.

“How are you feeling, baby? Better?” Eren asked worriedly, his bright teal eyes awashed with concern. He gently helped Levi to sit up, his strong hands moving to Levi’s shoulders to rub at them soothingly.

Levi smiled weakly, leaning forward to rest his head against Eren’s chest, listening to the pounding thump of his boyfriend’s precious heart. “Thank you, my darling. I always feel better when you’re here.”

Oml, Mama Soap. Something happened here and I hope you like it. I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while, and you gave me the motivation to write it. I thank you sincerely, from the bottom of my heart. I really hope you like this. <3

I was gonna make it smutty but it’s already over 1k, so I had to stop here.

Phantom Deals

Silver moonlight pooled through the tattered curtains of what was left of the stained and shattered windows, beckoning Levi’s spirit to rise with the twinkling stars. With soundless steps, the phantom walked the vacant halls of his crumbling, timeworn home. The tall marble pillars were covered in a layer of dirt and grime, the paint chipping from the walls to fall to the filthy floor like leaves during autumn, ghostly white sheets clinging to cover the once ornate furniture like the costumes of children during Halloween.

“The state of it…” Levi grumbled hollowly, but his face twisted in disgust. “The only rotten thing about being dead. I can’t clean a damn thing.”

But Levi knew that wasn’t the only rotten thing.

It was a lonely existence, this life after death. Dull. Silent. At first, Levi had been glad to find how quiet death was. But after decades–centuries–it had become far too quiet for his taste. He found himself missing things he once hated when he was alive. Isolation no longer meant peace, it meant aching; craving the interaction of another human being, yearning for conversation.

His friends had all passed by now, but they had moved on. Had found something better than this life, had felt that their lives were full and complete enough to leave it. But Levi didn’t. He couldn’t. There was something in this life he hadn’t found yet that he felt he should stay behind for.

Which is why he was now trapped in this obscenely unclean hellhole.

Levi sighed dismally as he recollected that fateful night, but was startled out of his thoughts when there was a clattering noise at the front of the house. It was the door. Someone was breaking in, or at least trying to.

His form swept through the shadows, staying out of sight when he came upon the intruder standing in the foyer. The stranger’s clothes were tousled and dirty, like he had laid on the damp earth and rolled around for a few hours. His short hair was chestnut brown, windblown and wild, and Levi could tell it echoed in the man’s spirit. When bright teal eyes turned towards him, he froze and buried himself further into the darkest corner of the room.

“Is someone there?”

The deep tenor of his voice would have shook Levi to his bones in his living days. Hell, just the color of those eyes were enough to have his fingers trembling. Like a watercolor painting of the ocean at sunset, he thought to himself, his throat feeling dry.

But Levi shook his thoughts away, regaining his stoic composure. He didn’t answer the man, only stayed in the shadows and waited for his next move. Loud sirens raged from the streets outside, making the strange intruder duck away from the windows. Flashing blue and red lights moved sluggishly by the monumental home, stopped for a moment to sweep a glaring white light over the estate, and went by again.

The bright-eyed man relaxed in relief when the police car drove past, his shoulders slumping in exhaustion. In the silvery moonlight, Levi could see the dewy sweat covering him in a thin sheen, like he had been running for hours. He found himself leaning forward, if only slightly, forcing his hand to stay at his side when he all he wanted to do was wipe the sweat from the strange intruder’s brow.

“I can hear you breathing.” the man spoke again, calm and unwavering, but very much on guard. “Are you a squater or a ghost?”

Levi’s head tilted slightly in confusion. What on earth was a squater? And why wasn’t this man scared of the possibility of him being a ghost? This man was confusing, but there was no point in hiding from him now. “What if I am neither?”

The brunet chuckled, his eyes following the sound of Levi’s voice in the darkness. “You’re definitely a ghost. You’re trying to be too sneaky and vague.” With a groan, he pushed himself up to his feet and suddenly Levi felt very afraid.

He smells like sulfur.

“You’re a demon.” Levi stated plainly, retreating further into the shadows in attempt to evade the eyes that had seen him the whole time.

“I am,” the demon smiled and Levi melted, yet another form of proof of the man’s being. Of course Levi was so taken with his beauty, he was a Lure. A Collector. A demon created to seduce and drag wayward souls to Hell. Or devour them. “I’m not here for you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Though you are deliciously beautiful.”

Levi suck in a tight breath when the demon smirked at him. He felt as if he were alive again, tangible and whole. His knees were shaking, his will falling prey to the stranger’s gorgeous green and gold irises. But Levi knew what was going to happen if he gave in, and yet he found himself unable to care. “If you’re not here for me, Collector, then why are you here?”

Levi was surprised to see the demon’s face soften and almost reached out to touch him, but startled and jerked back when he realized his error.

“You can call me Eren. I don’t really like that title. It causes too much trouble.” The demon, Eren, raked his eyes over Levi’s body, making the ghost shiver. “I’m here because I needed a place to hide.”

Levi had so many questions, but the way Eren’s tongue darted out to lick his lips had nearly rendered him speechless. “You… You’re really not here for me?”

Eren shook his head, seeming sincere. “Not unless you want me to be.” he winked, and Levi felt heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Levi thought for a moment, and slowly stepped from the shadows and into the light next to Eren. Why? He simply couldn’t help himself. “Alright. You can hide out here as long as you want, but I have a few rules.”

Eren rolled his eyes, but grinned, waiting patiently for Levi to continue.

“One, you are not to seduce, devour, or bring me to Hell. If you’re truly not here to harm me, this should be easy for you to follow.” Levi said confidently, and Eren nodded in agreement. “Two, you can stay on the bottom floor, the top is mine.”

Eren shook his head suddenly, pouting with his perfectly pink lips. “I’m more of a top.”

Levi ignored his innuendo and kept going. “Three, you have to clean the entire house.”

Eren blinked at Levi, turning towards the door like he was about to leave. “I’m not doing this. I’ll find a house without any demanding spirits.”

As soon as the door was cracked open, Levi waved his hand to slam it shut, jamming it completely. He hurried over and grabbed Eren’s hand, shaking it wildly. “Too late. We have a deal.” Though he knew that shaking hands wasn’t the custom to making a deal with a devil.

With blinding speed, Eren pulled him close and practically smashed their lips together, kissing Levi with the passionate fury of the sun. Eren’s tongue swiped across Levi’s lips, and Levi couldn’t stop himself from opening himself up for him. The kiss went on for much longer than it should have, all teeth and tongue and longing and perfect.

Levi found what he had been waiting centuries for.

Eren pulled away, smirking and panting as Levi tried to lean back in for more. “Now we have a deal.”

A drawing of summer in november, yeah! Sorry but is for my fanfic...

Ouch!, that I call "kill passions"

Waaaah~