#vampire!erwin

Art by キング★ | Twitter: @toy_on00

Art by キング★ | Twitter: @toy_on00

Art by キング★ | Twitter: @toy_on00

Art by B和希

(Tbh I’m not into damsel in distress Eren so I tweaked this a bit. Sorry anon lmao. Warning for violence, graphic descriptions of violence bc vampire slaying and Eren’s potty mouth.)

“Eren, where are you?” Erwin inquired.

“Fucking got kidnapped again. Fourth time this month. I was walking home from the campus and stopped to get ice cream. And guess fucking what? I dropped the ice cream I bought from the store. When we get home, one of you is buying me more ice cream and the other is biting me because I’m sick of this shit.” Eren snapped. Erwin looked to Levi who was frowning as he found the tub of ice cream that Eren had mentioned, now splattered upon the ground.

“I’m so sorry, Eren. And shit…That’s a shame. Ben and Jerry’s is my favorite.” Levi muttered.

“You won’t be getting home.” Whispered the ancient vampire who had kidnapped Eren.

“Hey, shit face? Shut the fuck up. I’m talking to my boyfriends, you wrinkly ass motherfucker.”

“Such a foul mouth, I should cut out your tongue-”

Suddenly a shriek came from the phone.

“Eren?” Erwin asked, alarmed.

“Eren? Are you alright?” Levi questioned worriedly as the two hurried towards where Eren’s scent disappeared and found themselves at an abandoned warehouse.

“Eww. I bit that asshole’s finger off because he kept pointing it at me and gross, I can taste his blood in my mouth. It tastes like fucking dust.” Eren muttered, sounding queasy.

Suddenly, there were a few grunts, the sound of something breaking, then something heavy hitting the floor, a sickening scream and squelching noise and the line went dead.

Erwin and Levi broke through a window, then hurried to find Eren and find him they did. He was standing up, wiping blood off of his mouth and dusting off his jeans. On the ground was a broken chair and the ancient vampire with one of the chair legs protruding out of his chest. Eren fixed his two boyfriends with a bit of scowl, even as they checked him for injuries before they both pulled him into a gentle embrace.

afroprincessofprocrastination  memosfromlevi

He’s hungry.

It’s nothing more original than that. He’s hungry. It reaches beyond his stomach, which is a cold pit bracketing his spine. It’s a hungry that makes him lick his teeth, fangs sweating against his gums. Arms shaking so he has to roll his shoulder to loosen the constriction of veins. He’s hungry and he wants to put his mouth on someone, anyone -- this one.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing but that isn’t right, because Erwin inst a sheep. Maybe its foxes and hounds, that’s a little better. But this ones a hunter, gun a bulge at his side, hidden deftly by leather. Dear me, too hungry to work up a proper metaphor.

Gun oil, hot tarmac, beaten leather, Dial soap. Erwin can smell him across the bar. This hound of a hunter, low to the ground like some terrier, nothing but black on him. He’s beautiful, cutting to look at, face a few sharp lines. Bottom lip bright pink and teeth ivory stones.

Hunger must be eating his mind because Erwin imagines making this man a permanent fixture of the night. He’s made of it, made for it. One would think Erwin would have lost the daredevil in him with his Turning, but the long stretch of years waiting for him makes each crash-hit of trouble that much better.

Swallowing a mouth of spit and forcing his fangs back into his gums, Erwin crosses to him just in time to catch the ricocheting quarter. “You’re playing a lonely game.”

The hunter eyeballs him, not an ounce of shame in the sweep. Jesus’ emaciated body dangles from his neck, slim and silver. God love a traditional man. Erwin slides into the barstool with a smile, hoping this man isn’t too traditional.

“Beats your company,” the hunter finally says, folding a hand around his shot glass when the bartender refills it without a word. The hunter knocks it back, throat throwing off light like water, rippling with a swallow, tendons a soft tease.

“You don’t know that,” Erwin purrs, all but salivating and spreading himself out like he wants to be made a meal. All his charm lives in his eyes, and unfortunately for the hunter, that’s where he politely looks, snared up in bottomless blue. “I’m Erwin.”

Bunching his lips, the hunter waves down the bartender and sets Erwin up with a drink. “Levi.”

Levi, Erwin thinks, clenching his body around the word. “That biblical?”

Another eyeballing, corner of a cat’s eye. “Yeah,” Levi grunts. “Ain’t interested in talkin bout the bible, though.”

Erwin puts a hand over his heart, mock aghast, lip curling up and fangs pounding an ache inside his skull. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare. Cross my heart.” He drags his finger over his still chest, a perfect X.

Levi looks him over again, from his wide open legs to the pebble of Erwin’s nipple, his smiling lips, his baited eyes. “I bet,” Levi smirks, voice a slow searing. He knocks his knuckle to the shot, nudging it Erwin’s way. Honey whiskey licks the glass rim. “Drink up.”