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“It’s just my personal opinion, but pain is the best tool for discipline,” Levi says emotionlessly, almost coldly as he lands yet another kick on Eren’s stomach, face blank as ever and eyes boring into the poor boy laying on the floor, who has his hands tied on the pole behind him, slipping in and out consciousness. “You don’t need to be educated by words, but by training. You’ve fallen low enough that you’re easy to kick around, anyway…” he adds nonchalantly, not even a hint of remorse in his voice.

Erwin watches everything in silent surprise, as did every other person in the courtroom, but being the man he is, leader of the Scouting Legion, he keeps all of his emotions under perfect control. It’s wasn’t supposed to go like this. Eren wasn’t supposed to have said anything and Levi wasn’t supposed to jump into action. This was going everywhere but the planned rout and it caused Erwin’s heart to race and the gears in his brain to work at full speed.

“Corporal Levi, s-stop!” a middle aged man known as Nile Dawk says in a failed attempt of not sounding nervous when he’s actually scared to death. The same man whose subordinate dared to point a gun at Eren before Levi interfered. The same who gave permission to just kill Eren.

Levi glares at him for a split of second.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous!” Nile says and swallows the knot in his throat. “What if he starts raging and turns into a titan?!”

Levi looks back at the brunet, kicking him ten more times in a row –stomach, face, stomach, face, face… – and when he’s satisfied with his work he takes a handful of Eren’s hair and pushes his face near to his own. The boy would have glared at his superior if he didn’t feel like passing out at any moment, so he just lets the raven-haired do whatever he wants.

“I thought you were going to dissect him…” Levi states, his tone never wavering and never letting space for doubts.

The man opens his mouth but noting comes out, so Levi continues. “I heard that when he turned into a titan, Eren killed 20 other titans before his strength ran out. If he was an enemy, he might cause more trouble than that intel’s worth. But he still can’t stand against me”

Levi glances at Nile, eyes ice cold and with no room for amities. “What about you on the other hand? All of you who persecute him, think over it. Can you really kill him?”

Nile is speechless.

Erwin’s face is still expression less but recognition flashes in his eyes. So that was Levi’s plan. Reckless indeed, but excellent if it worked out.

Levi lets a low ‘tch’ out and lifts his knee to shock against Eren’s chin, making the boy gasp at the sudden painful contact and spit a broken tooth onto the floor.

“Corporal!!” Nile yells from behind the grid, almost desperately, face livid and covered in cold sweat. Levi merely glances at him, keeping all of his attention solemnly on Eren. He was about to say something when Erwin, or better, Commander Smith stepped in on his full glory.

“Supreme Commander, I have a proposal,” it’s all he says.

“So, Eren, you understand it was all a necessary thing?” Erwin asks the brunet while Hanji applies some disinfectant on the already healing wounds. They were all currently in Levi’s office – Erwin by the window, Eren and Levi sharing the little couch and Hanji kneeling in front of the shifter.

“Yes, sir. I’m not mad at any of you.”

“That’s good. I really hope you understand it was never our intention to hurt you.”

“Of course,” Eren answers right away, because, really, he isn’t mad.

There’s a brief silence where nobody knows what to say or what to do. But Hanji soon makes the tense atmosphere go away as she starts blabbering about some scientific theories and hypotheses, especially interested in the way Eren’s tooth grew back, and even though most of the time when she starts speaking everybody gets annoyed, this time for a change the enjoy it. They might not understand any of it, like Eren, nor might they give a shit, like Levi, but they enjoy it nonetheless.

It’s when it gets silent again that Levi casually throws an arm over the back of the couch, dangerously near Eren’s nape, and the brunet feels a shiver run down his spine because of the proximity. But since Levi doesn’t do anything else, he tells himself to calm down.

“Do you hate me?”

The question takes Eren off guard and he turns wide eyed at Levi, who doesn’t look at him, stares right off onto the floor. His voice had been low and smooth, like it always is, and Eren shouldn’t be bothered by it, shouldn’t mind it, but he just can’t help the feeling that rises in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that tells him crystal clear that something’s off.

“No! Uh- no, I mean, I can’t possibly hate you, sir! You- I, I’d be dead if you hadn’t interfered!” he says and smiles softly. “So thank you, Corporal Levi.”

Levi turns his head and turquoise meets gray, and after that it’s just the two of them, everything else vanishes. Levi feels sick for having to beat the living shit out of Eren, feels like he’s the monster and as if his insides are rotting, and Eren just wants to tell him he isn’t hurt, tell him he’s okay, that all his wounds are long gone - wants to tell his Corporal that he shouldn’t worry or blame himself for what happened. And without any of them noticing it, Levi’s hand is cupping the back of Eren’s neck, tracing slow circles on it with his thumb, and their faces are suddenly so close, so close, that Eren can feel Levi’s cool breath on his face; can see the way Levi’s pupils are blown wide and his eyes are glassy, a dust of what might be a blush coloring his usually pale cheeks, and Eren sincerely wishes nothing more than to claim those light pink lips as his, kiss them until they’re red. And their lips are so damn close, just about to meet; eyes fluttering close, faces inching forward, heads tilting into the right angle and noses brushing against each other—

“CUUUUT!!! Cut, cut, cut! Levi, Eren, I know you guys are a lovey-dovey couple but save the kissy-kissy thing for later! We’re in the middle of a scene!” the director shouts, breaking the spell between them. Eren blinks twice, confused and unfocused for a moment and Levi grunts in annoyance, both of them slipping completely out of character.

Erwin looks a little bit more than amused and Hanji, who was until now covering her mouth and biting her lower lip, bursts out laughing, as does most actors around the set – even Mikasa and Annie crack a smile – and Levi doesn’t even know why they still care to laugh, it isn’t the first time he and Eren get lost in their little world after all. And he surely doesn’t understand why his boyfriend keeps blushing deep red every time people start laughing. Not that he’s complaining, because, fuck him if he’s admitting, Eren’s the most adorable human being in the whole word, specially while blushing.

The director sighs and passes a hand through his almost none-existent hair, trying to look irritated but failing miserably as a smile paints his lips anyways. “Very well, I guess we’re done for the hour. Shadis, check the sound and make sure there weren’t any interferences. You guys go get lunch and be back here at 3pm. On the dot, boys-” he gives Sasha and Connie a knowing look “-Now, go, go,” he waves his hands dismissively and is already making his way out of the studio when Levi and Eren are standing up. Armin, Jean, Marco and Mikasa go grab their jackets and go out through the door the director went seconds ago. Some other stay behind but Eren doesn’t notice who they are as Levi’s arm slips around his waist, bringing him closer to the raven haired and making a bright smile lighten his features.

“Are you coming over later today?” Levi asks and can’t help the warm feeling that blooms inside his chest when Eren passes an arm around his broad shoulders, can’t help but feel safe when his boyfriend’s so close to him. Unconsciously his fingers tighten on Eren’s waist.

“Do you want me to?” the brunet asks back, a small smirk playing on the corner of his mouth as he glances at Levi, who rolls his eyes at the younger man’s boyishness.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”

“Well, then I shall go,” Eren grins like the little brat Levi think he is and bends down to press a quick peck on Levi’s cheek, successfully making a barely noticeable blush form on the kissed spot. Levi almost squeaks and covers his mouth to prevent doing so, resisting the urge of burying his face on Eren’s chest to hide his embarrassment. Maintaining dignity was, after all, one of Levi’s top priorities. Number one was cleaning, of course.

He hears Eren laugh loudly and feels as he’s pulled into a tight hug. Oh, well, fuck dignity. Levi holds on to Eren as he loves to, face hided on the taller one’s chest, snuggling onto him and hands tightly gripping Eren’s shirt. Eren chuckles lowly and rests his head above Levi’s, inhaling the scent of cologne that comes from his boyfriend. And Eren loves that Levi’s frame is so petit, fitting perfectly in Eren’s arms, as if they were made for each other.

“Gosh, you’re way too cute, Levi,” the brunet whispers, amazed that his heart hasn’t melted yet.

“Shut up,” Levi snaps back, but there’s not even a hint of malice in his tone and it only makes Eren smile wider. He pushes back a bit only to cup Levi’s face between his hands and bring their lips together, where they meet in a gentle kiss. A sigh escapes Levi’s mouth as Eren tilts his head and softly nibbles at his bottom lip, and he passes his arms around Eren’s neck, one hand losing itself on the incredibly soft brown locks and the other wandering around his boyfriend’s nape, face and upper back, all while their lips join together again and again after every each minuscule pause for catching their breaths. Their eyes are closed and the world could be ending and neither of them would have noticed, way too lost on their little bubble, where all they can see and feel is one another.

Eren runs his fingers through the strands of silky black hair, letting his tongue make its way past Levi’s lips and into his mouth. The raven haired moans lowly, and before he notices, Eren presses him against a wall and lifts him up so that his legs tight around Eren’s waist and he’s slightly taller than Eren. Both of his hands sink into the mess of brown hair and their kisses get more intimate, more frantic and passionate. A deep sound is heard from the back of Eren’s throat and it makes Levi shiver, go wild, wanting nothing more than make those delicious sounds even louder.

“God, Levi,” the brunet moans between open mouthed kisses, hands finding Levi’s hips and massaging them rhythmically, “you’re so perfect…”

“Eren shut up and just fucking kiss me,” Levi demands and Eren obliges right away, crashing their lips together once more, hungrily and desperately. Levi moans again and glues his chest against Eren’s, closing any distance that might be between the two of them. They kiss for a good two minutes none stop, tongues battling for dominance before Levi surrendered into Eren’s care, letting the brunet take control and lead the kiss. Neither of them wanted to break apart but the need for air is overwhelming so they reluctantly let go of each other, resting their foreheads together and breathing heavily. Levi has long given up on keeping the blush away from his cheeks, so he simply closes his eyes and tries to remember what it was to live without a certain brown haired brat.

Eren smiles gently and lets his finger caress Levi’s features, watching the way the frown that is almost 24/7 between Levi’s eyebrows vanishe when he’s with him, making him look much younger and relaxed. Eren had decided, ever since he first saw Levi like this (without the frown, that is), that he preferred it a million times more than the usual grumpy face. Not that either of them was unattractive.

But then he remembers something that he was about to ask his boyfriend before their make out session.

“Levi.”

The raven haired hears Eren call him, so he opens his eyes and looks down – secretly amused that for once he is the one looking down to make eye contact – and is surprised to see a serious expression on the brunet’s face.

“What?” it comes way softer than he intended, more worried than the usual demanding tone, because really, in two years that he’s dated Eren, it had been more than rare the moments he saw this seriousness on his face.

“You’re not… uh… I just wanted to make sure that, uhm, you know, that you’re not really bothered from the last scene on the set… From having to beat me up…”

Levi looks mildly surprised by this. It’s not what he was expecting at all.

“Eren, that was all a play. It wasn’t real.”

Eren locks eyes with Levi, those enormous turquoise eyes that can make Levi’s heart melt within an eye blink and smiles, a smile that makes his heart melt even faster.

“I know that, silly. Is just that you looked really troubled with it… I’m just worried.”

God, Levi loves this boy so much. More than he should, probably.

“Of course I didn’t like it. I never want to hurt you, Eren, even if it’s just for a movie, it makes me sick to just know I had to pretend to beat the living shit out of you.”

“I’m sorry,” Eren whispers and closes his eyes. He doesn’t like making Levi sad, it’s as if he’s hurting himself.

“Don’t be,” the raven haired whispers back and cups Eren’s face. “Hey, Eren, babe, look at me.”

Eren does as he’s asked and leans into the warm palms holding his face, though he still looks like an abandoned puppy. Levi gently kisses Eren’s mouth, lingering his touch for a little bit longer than necessary. “I’m okay, alright? We both are, so no reason to keep pestering about something that’s in the past. Okay, Eren?”

“Okay,” the brunet nods and leans in for another quick kiss. “I just don’t like the way it makes you feel, even if it’s just a script.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m a grown man not a kid, I know how to deal with my emotions.”

“I can’t help it, you’re important to me.”

“You’re important to me too yet I don’t make a ruckus like you.”

“That’s not completely true. Remember that time you almost had a panic attack because I wouldn’t tell you I had bought the wrong cleaning supply? Gosh, I was so nervous you’d kill me!”

“You were almost shitting yourself, of course I’d be worried! I thought you had a massive secret on your sleeves or that you’d break up with me!”

Eren frowns at this and watches Levi carefully. “You know I’ll never break up with you, right? Unless you don’t want me anymore.”

The raven haired cocks his head and stares directly into that sea of greenish/bluish eyes, eyebrow raising and a dead serious look on his face. “You’re mine. And handing you over is not exactly on my to-do -list, brat.”

Eren breaks into a grin and kisses Levi once more, addicted to those lips that mold perfectly into his, that were made to be his, and when they break apart he snuggles his face on the crook of Levi’s neck, snickering like a little child with a new toy.

“I love you,” he says lowly, voice muffled, but loud enough to be heard and Levi thinks he’ll never get used or tired of hearing those three words coming out from his lover’s mouth, forming one short but precious sentence. He’s also glad that Eren can’t see how he’s face goes bright red, like it always does when he’s told he’s loved.

“I love you too, idiot.”

And Eren laughs out loud, relieved that any tension that might have been between them disappeared. He places a chaste kiss right above the pulse of Levi’s neck, since his favorite spot – Levi’s collarbone – is currently clothed and nibbles at it once before pulling away, a cheeky grin still on his face. Levi only rolls his eyes, deciding that, indeed, Eren will never stop being a brat. His adorable brat, but a brat nonetheless.

“Oi, Eren! Levi! You guys better stop trying to get into each other’s pants and grab some lunch before there’s none left!” someone calls after them and Eren laughs once again and puts Levi back on his feet, turning to see who called them.

As he sees Reiner, he laughs even louder (and Levi wonders how the hell Eren is capable of laughing so much over almost everything), not even a little bit embarrassed for being caught making out with his boyfriend. “Roger that!” Eren mocks a salute and gets a hold of Levi’s hand, pushing him out of the studio and bumping his fist with Reiner’s as they pass by each other.

The refectory isn’t far away from the studio, only a couple of minutes by walk and normally Levi wouldn’t have a problem with it, but it’s literally freezing outside. Why the fuck is it so cold when it’s only November 3rd?! Levi curses under his breath and roughly pulls Eren closer, so that he gets and extra shield besides his jacket. Eren notices Levi’s little problem and knowing his boyfriend has a low cold resistance, he passes his arm around Levi’s waist and brings their joined hands into his pocket.

“Better?” he asks, searching for some kind of expression on Levi’s face.

Levi looks up at him and then glances at their pocket hands and then back at a pair of expectant turquoise eyes. He smiles softly, a light blush creeping its way on his cheeks and heleans his head against Eren’s chest as they continue their walk. “Yeah,” he whispers, “Much better, actually.”

Eren declares that he’s going to die of fluff overdose one of these days.

He’s sure of it and Levi isn’t helping at all.

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“It’s just my personal opinion, but pain is the best tool for discipline,” Levi says emotionlessly, almost coldly as he lands yet another kick on Eren’s stomach, face blank as ever and eyes boring into the poor boy laying on the floor, who has his hands tied on the pole behind him, slipping in and out consciousness. “You don’t need to be educated by words, but by training. You’ve fallen low enough that you’re easy to kick around, anyway…” he adds nonchalantly, not even a hint of remorse in his voice.

Erwin watches everything in silent surprise, as did every other person in the courtroom, but being the man he is, leader of the Scouting Legion, he keeps all of his emotions under perfect control. It’s wasn’t supposed to go like this. Eren wasn’t supposed to have said anything and Levi wasn’t supposed to jump into action. This was going everywhere but the planned rout and it caused Erwin’s heart to race and the gears in his brain to work at full speed.

“Corporal Levi, s-stop!” a middle aged man known as Nile Dawk says in a failed attempt of not sounding nervous when he’s actually scared to death. The same man whose subordinate dared to point a gun at Eren before Levi interfered. The same who gave permission to just kill Eren.

Levi glares at him for a split of second.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous!” Nile says and swallows the knot in his throat. “What if he starts raging and turns into a titan?!”

Levi looks back at the brunet, kicking him ten more times in a row –stomach, face, stomach, face, face… – and when he’s satisfied with his work he takes a handful of Eren’s hair and pushes his face near to his own. The boy would have glared at his superior if he didn’t feel like passing out at any moment, so he just lets the raven-haired do whatever he wants.

“I thought you were going to dissect him…” Levi states, his tone never wavering and never letting space for doubts.

The man opens his mouth but noting comes out, so Levi continues. “I heard that when he turned into a titan, Eren killed 20 other titans before his strength ran out. If he was an enemy, he might cause more trouble than that intel’s worth. But he still can’t stand against me”

Levi glances at Nile, eyes ice cold and with no room for amities. “What about you on the other hand? All of you who persecute him, think over it. Can you really kill him?”

Nile is speechless.

Erwin’s face is still expression less but recognition flashes in his eyes. So that was Levi’s plan. Reckless indeed, but excellent if it worked out.

Levi lets a low ‘tch’ out and lifts his knee to shock against Eren’s chin, making the boy gasp at the sudden painful contact and spit a broken tooth onto the floor.

“Corporal!!” Nile yells from behind the grid, almost desperately, face livid and covered in cold sweat. Levi merely glances at him, keeping all of his attention solemnly on Eren. He was about to say something when Erwin, or better, Commander Smith stepped in on his full glory.

“Supreme Commander, I have a proposal,” it’s all he says.

“So, Eren, you understand it was all a necessary thing?” Erwin asks the brunet while Hanji applies some disinfectant on the already healing wounds. They were all currently in Levi’s office – Erwin by the window, Eren and Levi sharing the little couch and Hanji kneeling in front of the shifter.

“Yes, sir. I’m not mad at any of you.”

“That’s good. I really hope you understand it was never our intention to hurt you.”

“Of course,” Eren answers right away, because, really, he isn’t mad.

There’s a brief silence where nobody knows what to say or what to do. But Hanji soon makes the tense atmosphere go away as she starts blabbering about some scientific theories and hypotheses, especially interested in the way Eren’s tooth grew back, and even though most of the time when she starts speaking everybody gets annoyed, this time for a change the enjoy it. They might not understand any of it, like Eren, nor might they give a shit, like Levi, but they enjoy it nonetheless.

It’s when it gets silent again that Levi casually throws an arm over the back of the couch, dangerously near Eren’s nape, and the brunet feels a shiver run down his spine because of the proximity. But since Levi doesn’t do anything else, he tells himself to calm down.

“Do you hate me?”

The question takes Eren off guard and he turns wide eyed at Levi, who doesn’t look at him, stares right off onto the floor. His voice had been low and smooth, like it always is, and Eren shouldn’t be bothered by it, shouldn’t mind it, but he just can’t help the feeling that rises in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that tells him crystal clear that something’s off.

“No! Uh- no, I mean, I can’t possibly hate you, sir! You- I, I’d be dead if you hadn’t interfered!” he says and smiles softly. “So thank you, Corporal Levi.”

Levi turns his head and turquoise meets gray, and after that it’s just the two of them, everything else vanishes. Levi feels sick for having to beat the living shit out of Eren, feels like he’s the monster and as if his insides are rotting, and Eren just wants to tell him he isn’t hurt, tell him he’s okay, that all his wounds are long gone - wants to tell his Corporal that he shouldn’t worry or blame himself for what happened. And without any of them noticing it, Levi’s hand is cupping the back of Eren’s neck, tracing slow circles on it with his thumb, and their faces are suddenly so close, so close, that Eren can feel Levi’s cool breath on his face; can see the way Levi’s pupils are blown wide and his eyes are glassy, a dust of what might be a blush coloring his usually pale cheeks, and Eren sincerely wishes nothing more than to claim those light pink lips as his, kiss them until they’re red. And their lips are so damn close, just about to meet; eyes fluttering close, faces inching forward, heads tilting into the right angle and noses brushing against each other—

“CUUUUT!!! Cut, cut, cut! Levi, Eren, I know you guys are a lovey-dovey couple but save the kissy-kissy thing for later! We’re in the middle of a scene!” the director shouts, breaking the spell between them. Eren blinks twice, confused and unfocused for a moment and Levi grunts in annoyance, both of them slipping completely out of character.

Erwin looks a little bit more than amused and Hanji, who was until now covering her mouth and biting her lower lip, bursts out laughing, as does most actors around the set – even Mikasa and Annie crack a smile – and Levi doesn’t even know why they still care to laugh, it isn’t the first time he and Eren get lost in their little world after all. And he surely doesn’t understand why his boyfriend keeps blushing deep red every time people start laughing. Not that he’s complaining, because, fuck him if he’s admitting, Eren’s the most adorable human being in the whole word, specially while blushing.

The director sighs and passes a hand through his almost none-existent hair, trying to look irritated but failing miserably as a smile paints his lips anyways. “Very well, I guess we’re done for the hour. Shadis, check the sound and make sure there weren’t any interferences. You guys go get lunch and be back here at 3pm. On the dot, boys-” he gives Sasha and Connie a knowing look “-Now, go, go,” he waves his hands dismissively and is already making his way out of the studio when Levi and Eren are standing up. Armin, Jean, Marco and Mikasa go grab their jackets and go out through the door the director went seconds ago. Some other stay behind but Eren doesn’t notice who they are as Levi’s arm slips around his waist, bringing him closer to the raven haired and making a bright smile lighten his features.

“Are you coming over later today?” Levi asks and can’t help the warm feeling that blooms inside his chest when Eren passes an arm around his broad shoulders, can’t help but feel safe when his boyfriend’s so close to him. Unconsciously his fingers tighten on Eren’s waist.

“Do you want me to?” the brunet asks back, a small smirk playing on the corner of his mouth as he glances at Levi, who rolls his eyes at the younger man’s boyishness.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”

“Well, then I shall go,” Eren grins like the little brat Levi think he is and bends down to press a quick peck on Levi’s cheek, successfully making a barely noticeable blush form on the kissed spot. Levi almost squeaks and covers his mouth to prevent doing so, resisting the urge of burying his face on Eren’s chest to hide his embarrassment. Maintaining dignity was, after all, one of Levi’s top priorities. Number one was cleaning, of course.

He hears Eren laugh loudly and feels as he’s pulled into a tight hug. Oh, well, fuck dignity. Levi holds on to Eren as he loves to, face hided on the taller one’s chest, snuggling onto him and hands tightly gripping Eren’s shirt. Eren chuckles lowly and rests his head above Levi’s, inhaling the scent of cologne that comes from his boyfriend. And Eren loves that Levi’s frame is so petit, fitting perfectly in Eren’s arms, as if they were made for each other.

“Gosh, you’re way too cute, Levi,” the brunet whispers, amazed that his heart hasn’t melted yet.

“Shut up,” Levi snaps back, but there’s not even a hint of malice in his tone and it only makes Eren smile wider. He pushes back a bit only to cup Levi’s face between his hands and bring their lips together, where they meet in a gentle kiss. A sigh escapes Levi’s mouth as Eren tilts his head and softly nibbles at his bottom lip, and he passes his arms around Eren’s neck, one hand losing itself on the incredibly soft brown locks and the other wandering around his boyfriend’s nape, face and upper back, all while their lips join together again and again after every each minuscule pause for catching their breaths. Their eyes are closed and the world could be ending and neither of them would have noticed, way too lost on their little bubble, where all they can see and feel is one another.

Eren runs his fingers through the strands of silky black hair, letting his tongue make its way past Levi’s lips and into his mouth. The raven haired moans lowly, and before he notices, Eren presses him against a wall and lifts him up so that his legs tight around Eren’s waist and he’s slightly taller than Eren. Both of his hands sink into the mess of brown hair and their kisses get more intimate, more frantic and passionate. A deep sound is heard from the back of Eren’s throat and it makes Levi shiver, go wild, wanting nothing more than make those delicious sounds even louder.

“God, Levi,” the brunet moans between open mouthed kisses, hands finding Levi’s hips and massaging them rhythmically, “you’re so perfect…”

“Eren shut up and just fucking kiss me,” Levi demands and Eren obliges right away, crashing their lips together once more, hungrily and desperately. Levi moans again and glues his chest against Eren’s, closing any distance that might be between the two of them. They kiss for a good two minutes none stop, tongues battling for dominance before Levi surrendered into Eren’s care, letting the brunet take control and lead the kiss. Neither of them wanted to break apart but the need for air is overwhelming so they reluctantly let go of each other, resting their foreheads together and breathing heavily. Levi has long given up on keeping the blush away from his cheeks, so he simply closes his eyes and tries to remember what it was to live without a certain brown haired brat.

Eren smiles gently and lets his finger caress Levi’s features, watching the way the frown that is almost 24/7 between Levi’s eyebrows vanishe when he’s with him, making him look much younger and relaxed. Eren had decided, ever since he first saw Levi like this (without the frown, that is), that he preferred it a million times more than the usual grumpy face. Not that either of them was unattractive.

But then he remembers something that he was about to ask his boyfriend before their make out session.

“Levi.”

The raven haired hears Eren call him, so he opens his eyes and looks down – secretly amused that for once he is the one looking down to make eye contact – and is surprised to see a serious expression on the brunet’s face.

“What?” it comes way softer than he intended, more worried than the usual demanding tone, because really, in two years that he’s dated Eren, it had been more than rare the moments he saw this seriousness on his face.

“You’re not… uh… I just wanted to make sure that, uhm, you know, that you’re not really bothered from the last scene on the set… From having to beat me up…”

Levi looks mildly surprised by this. It’s not what he was expecting at all.

“Eren, that was all a play. It wasn’t real.”

Eren locks eyes with Levi, those enormous turquoise eyes that can make Levi’s heart melt within an eye blink and smiles, a smile that makes his heart melt even faster.

“I know that, silly. Is just that you looked really troubled with it… I’m just worried.”

God, Levi loves this boy so much. More than he should, probably.

“Of course I didn’t like it. I never want to hurt you, Eren, even if it’s just for a movie, it makes me sick to just know I had to pretend to beat the living shit out of you.”

“I’m sorry,” Eren whispers and closes his eyes. He doesn’t like making Levi sad, it’s as if he’s hurting himself.

“Don’t be,” the raven haired whispers back and cups Eren’s face. “Hey, Eren, babe, look at me.”

Eren does as he’s asked and leans into the warm palms holding his face, though he still looks like an abandoned puppy. Levi gently kisses Eren’s mouth, lingering his touch for a little bit longer than necessary. “I’m okay, alright? We both are, so no reason to keep pestering about something that’s in the past. Okay, Eren?”

“Okay,” the brunet nods and leans in for another quick kiss. “I just don’t like the way it makes you feel, even if it’s just a script.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m a grown man not a kid, I know how to deal with my emotions.”

“I can’t help it, you’re important to me.”

“You’re important to me too yet I don’t make a ruckus like you.”

“That’s not completely true. Remember that time you almost had a panic attack because I wouldn’t tell you I had bought the wrong cleaning supply? Gosh, I was so nervous you’d kill me!”

“You were almost shitting yourself, of course I’d be worried! I thought you had a massive secret on your sleeves or that you’d break up with me!”

Eren frowns at this and watches Levi carefully. “You know I’ll never break up with you, right? Unless you don’t want me anymore.”

The raven haired cocks his head and stares directly into that sea of greenish/bluish eyes, eyebrow raising and a dead serious look on his face. “You’re mine. And handing you over is not exactly on my to-do -list, brat.”

Eren breaks into a grin and kisses Levi once more, addicted to those lips that mold perfectly into his, that were made to be his, and when they break apart he snuggles his face on the crook of Levi’s neck, snickering like a little child with a new toy.

“I love you,” he says lowly, voice muffled, but loud enough to be heard and Levi thinks he’ll never get used or tired of hearing those three words coming out from his lover’s mouth, forming one short but precious sentence. He’s also glad that Eren can’t see how he’s face goes bright red, like it always does when he’s told he’s loved.

“I love you too, idiot.”

And Eren laughs out loud, relieved that any tension that might have been between them disappeared. He places a chaste kiss right above the pulse of Levi’s neck, since his favorite spot – Levi’s collarbone – is currently clothed and nibbles at it once before pulling away, a cheeky grin still on his face. Levi only rolls his eyes, deciding that, indeed, Eren will never stop being a brat. His adorable brat, but a brat nonetheless.

“Oi, Eren! Levi! You guys better stop trying to get into each other’s pants and grab some lunch before there’s none left!” someone calls after them and Eren laughs once again and puts Levi back on his feet, turning to see who called them.

As he sees Reiner, he laughs even louder (and Levi wonders how the hell Eren is capable of laughing so much over almost everything), not even a little bit embarrassed for being caught making out with his boyfriend. “Roger that!” Eren mocks a salute and gets a hold of Levi’s hand, pushing him out of the studio and bumping his fist with Reiner’s as they pass by each other.

The refectory isn’t far away from the studio, only a couple of minutes by walk and normally Levi wouldn’t have a problem with it, but it’s literally freezing outside. Why the fuck is it so cold when it’s only November 3rd?! Levi curses under his breath and roughly pulls Eren closer, so that he gets and extra shield besides his jacket. Eren notices Levi’s little problem and knowing his boyfriend has a low cold resistance, he passes his arm around Levi’s waist and brings their joined hands into his pocket.

“Better?” he asks, searching for some kind of expression on Levi’s face.

Levi looks up at him and then glances at their pocket hands and then back at a pair of expectant turquoise eyes. He smiles softly, a light blush creeping its way on his cheeks and heleans his head against Eren’s chest as they continue their walk. “Yeah,” he whispers, “Much better, actually.”

Eren declares that he’s going to die of fluff overdose one of these days.

He’s sure of it and Levi isn’t helping at all.