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(22): “Things you said after it was over” for the writing meme. I’ve answered this prompt once before, so this will be a ‘different’ take on it. This is a time traveller!AU - which I have also done before (or at least drabbled one for it). 

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The greatest love of his life forsakes him, time and time again, but Erwin is lost, hopelessly so, thrown into the overwhelming sanctity of the darkness of Levi’s eyes without so much as a match to light his way. They repel and attract across the distant space of the universe and the unforgiving boundaries of time, and Erwin holds him in his arms at sixteen, at twenty-four, at thirty-two. Levi, infuriatingly, manages to look almost the same age every time. 

And yet, unfailingly, Levi always surprises him. 

This time, it’s with a punch right to his mouth. Erwin yelps in surprise, jumping back and cradling his mouth where his lip has split and is leaking scarlet across his finger. Levi, somewhere in his late teens, early twenties, it looks like, is huffing, eyebrows knitted furious, the knuckles of his right hand scraped and split against Erwin’s teeth. 

“What the fuck?” he asks, more out of disbelief than any actual anger. “What the hell was that for, Levi?” 

“You’re not supposed to break up with me, you asshole!” Levi all but shouts, and Erwin looks around, sending a short-lived prayer winging to heaven that the neighbors won’t hear. “Yeah, I get that it’s difficult to have a boyfriend like me, but you aren’t supposed to dump me.” Levi is close to tears, and Erwin frantically racks his brain for a time when Levi was not at the forefront of his mind. 

Oh. Nineteen. Right. 

Levi flings himself into Erwin’s arms, twenty years between them evaporating into meaninglessness, crying his heart out. 

“Y-y-you s-suh-said you wa-wanted to see other people,” Levi sobbed, spilling tears across Erwin’s shirt sleeves, and Erwin wants to smack his younger self for being so cocksure and so foolish. “And you tuh-told me that you didn’t want to date me anymore.” 

“Ssh,” Erwin whispers now, soft, soothing, rubbing Levi’s back the way he knows Levi likes, firm deep circles in the middle of his shoulder blades. “It’s alright, now. It’s okay. I beg you to come back, two weeks later.” 

He remembers it well, the loneliness a dark pit in the center of his heart, remembers the drowning sense of ennui creating a whirlpool, bottomless and terrifying, where he had lost his sense of self, a shadow of a man without love. He had cried and begged and pleaded the universe to bring Levi back, and, two weeks later, Levi - a forty-year-old Levi, lovely and mature with silver hair and crows’ feet and a pair of black-framed glasses - had popped into his life. 

“You’re an idiot,” he had said, throwing himself back onto Erwin’s couch and wincing as the broken springs dug into his back. “Do you know that?” His words had been harsh, but a smile had been flickering around the corners of his mouth. 

“I know, I know,” Erwin had nodded fervently, desperately, and it had been immensely gratifying to feel that Levi, even at forty, still fit perfectly into the cradle of his body as the other man leaned back into Erwin’s hopeful embrace. “Never again.” 

“Do you really?” Levi asks now, sniffling. Erwin hands him a tissue from his pocket. 

“Yes,” Erwin says with a smile at the juxtaposition as he leans forward to press a kiss to nineteen year old Levi’s forehead. “I really do. Scout’s honor. But you’re older when I ask you out again. Forty, I think.” 

“Oh.” Levi nods, as if this makes complete sense, before maneuvering around Erwin and plopping himself down on Erwin’s couch again to pick up the remote control and flick through the channels. “Well, I think I like you now better anyway. No offense, but you’re kind of a dick when you’re younger.” 

Erwin laughs, settling down beside Levi and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. His lip has stopped bleeding, but it is still tender to the soft pressure of Levi’s mouth against his own when Levi turns to him. 

“Sorry I hit you.” “Sorry I broke up with you.” 

eruri ficlets in 300 words or less prompt: hottitandate asked for a fic where Erwin experiences phantom limb pain.

“It’s hurting again?”

Levi’s question came at midnight, posed to Erwin after he’d awakened to find him sitting up in bed clutching at what remained of his right arm.

It’d become common since he’d lost it, the phantom ache that would hit suddenly, causing him to grimace in pain, to wince, to grunt underneath his breath or grab at his mutilated bicep, always attempting to hide what was obviously more than just a dull twinge.

Levi didn’t understand, but he didn’t have to in order to want to take the pain away. The only problem was Erwin’s stubbornness, his brushing aside all attempts Levi had made to help.

“Yes.” He answered him now though, relenting. “I know it’s gone, but I still feel it, like it's being sliced, or-”

He stopped, but Levi knew what he’d been about to say: bitten. As in, by a titan. Frowning, he sat up, took Erwin’s arm in his hands to begin gently massaging the remnants of the muscle.

“Does this help?”

“Some. You should sleep, though.”

“Stubborn old man.”

Erwin ignored his chiding, going quiet while Levi’s hands relieved him of his pain. Gradually, the tension in his brow began to lessen, and Levi couldn’t help but grumble.

“You won’t let me help.”

“It’s ugly, Levi, I-”

“You think that shit matters?”

Levi snapped because it hurt, that Erwin would hide his pain for such a foolish reason, that he thought he’d be put off enough by a scar to not want to care for him.

He regretted his tone, though, so bending, he did the only thing he could think of to show Erwin he was wrong: he brushed his lips across the broken limb softly, lingering while Erwin watched.

eruri ficlets in 300 words or less

challenged by hottitandate + lolly (it won’t let me tag you)

prompt: eyelashes + care

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Their first night together, Levi held Erwin’s face in his small, scarred hands and trailed kisses along his cheekbones, across his jaw, on the tip of his nose. Levi smoothed the hairs of his eyebrows down, lightly touched his finger to his cupid’s bow, pressed their foreheads together.

“What are you doing?” Erwin asked softly, sleepily.

“Just looking.” Levi answered just as softly, fingers burrowing into Erwin’s hair.

“At what?” Their eyes met and a smile creased Erwin’s face.

Levi snorted. “Fuck off.”

“Sorry.” Erwin tilted his chin up and Levi obliged him with a kiss, murmuring into Erwin’s lips. “Hmm?”

“I said, your eyelashes are fucking long.” Levi settled against Erwin’s shoulder. “Tickling my face.”

“Oh, ticklish, are you?—”

“Do not.” Levi mumbled, and that was that. Erwin fell asleep thinking about him, solid and strong with gentle hands.

Now, years later, it feels to Erwin like their first night all over again. Straddling him, minding his bandaged right shoulder, Levi holds Erwin’s face in his hands and runs his thumbs over his closed eyelids. He’s close, as if sharing his breaths with him, as if he’ll fall apart if he lets go.

“Levi.” He says.

“Shh.”

“Levi.” He tries again.

“What?” Annoyance tinges the word, quiet as it is.

Erwin opens his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Levi exhales and it ghosts over Erwin’s lips.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats.

“Me too.” Levi shuts his eyes now, and Erwin reminds himself to use his left hand to sweep Levi’s hair back and out of his face. He looks pale, weary.

Erwin leans in, lips settling on Levi’s, blinking slowly against his face. His eyelashes sweep over Levi’s skin. He feels Levi’s lips twitch, combating a smile.

There aren't enough asphyxiation fics for this ship, sobs.

Hanpeto: Brotp mainly but sometimes it is a cute ship

Eremin: OTP/Brotp it’s one of THOSE ships

Eremika: OTP/Brotp let’s just mash up Ereminmika and call it the OTP of the 104th for me