#erwincest

Art by AREST

The hours pass unnoticed. As invisible as air, ever-present and oft ignored. The Commander hardly remembers one moment to the next in the hypnotic flicker of three AM firelight, all but burnt to ashes.

He's tired and the weight of his eyes multiples by the minute. Exhaustion claiming its unwilling victim, latching and dragging down, down, down.

He's asleep before his head hits the mahogany. As the empty cognac snifter slips from his fingers and falls to the carpet with a distant, heavy thud.

The room flickers and changes its glow. It's a transition so smooth into what must be a dream that Erwin notices nothing. Simply shifts as some small part of him registers the sound, muffled and miles away.

It's like a mirror. All of it, and he finds himself glimpsing through the reflection from the outside in. The Commander's no longer at his desk, but standing in the doorway...

Gazing at himself, seated in the chair.

☠ Drabble list— You can send one anytime.

Sleep: I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Usually sleeping alone wasn’t so bad. He had all the room he wanted, no one to fight over blankets with, and no one to wake him and tell him to stop snoring. He had slept alone for so long that at first he didn’t understand why he couldn’t get to sleep that night. It had been his first night back in his own chambers since the discovery of his doppelganger over a week ago. With Irvin’s appearance, Hanji had gone on a whirlwind study of the two men, even going so far as to confining them to their lab so they could study the twins in depth. It seemed that Erwin had grown accustomed to the slow breathing of the other man…

It seemed like hours had passed, and still Erwin had gotten no sleep. Frustrated, he got out of bed and threw a shirt and pants on before slipping on socks and boots and quietly leaving his rooms.He wandered the corridors, careful not to wake anybody as he rambled through the building with seemingly no destination. Suddenly he realized that he was very close to Irv’s rooms and walked even more slowly, hesitant to wake the other man. But his hesitation was unnecessary, the light shining from under his door an indication that Irv had been unable to sleep as well. 

Quietly he knocked on the door, hoping that his intrusion was not unwelcome. After a moment, Irv opened his door and Erwin felt his breath catch in his throat. It seemed that Irv also favored sleeping in little clothing, if the haphazardly thrown on shirt and pants were any indication. But the little flashes of skin near his torso, collarbones, and legs were very distracting. Clearing his throat, Erwin attempted to explain his sudden appearance outside of Irv’s chambers. 

"You couldn’t sleep either?"

It seemed that his twin could read him just as well as he could read other people. Without another word, Irv stepped aside, letting Erwin into his chambers and leading the way into the bedroom. Erwin was confused over what Irv planned for their sleeping arrangements, he guessed Irv was just going to grab some blankets and direct him towards the couch. But when Irv mutely offered the bed to Erwin, he couldn’t help but feel guilty and he blurted out what he assumed to be a logical solution,

"We could share?"

Erwin waited nervously for Irv’s reply, and couldn’t help but sigh in relief when he replied.

"Sure, that sounds like a good idea."

Send me ۞ for my muse’s reaction to accidentally falling on top of yours and kissing them.

Maybe offering to spar with his twin as a demonstration wasn’t the best idea… Especially after he was almost caught ogling Irv during training last week...

They were evenly matched and had failed to land any decisive blows, even after fifteen minutes of furious hand to hand combat. It was probably an excellent demonstration for the younger soldiers, but Erwin really needed to get back to work. Maybe with a few moves he just learned, he could finish up this match…

A few seconds later and Irv was falling towards the ground, having finally lost his footing in the wake of Erwin’s latest attack. But what Erwin wasn’t expecting was the hand that shot out and pulled him down as well. He landed with a muffled groan and his lips on something rather soft. Pulling away he realized that the soft cushioning was none other than Irv’s lips.