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spoiled monster
FANDOM attack on titan
PAIRINGS Erwin/Eren, Levi/Eren
WARNINGS second-hand embarrassment, fluff
It starts with the small things.
Erwin pats his back or his shoulder, ruffles his hair. He leans down to his neck when he's got something to tell him, murmurs in his ear, close and personal. They're all casual, smooth movements, like it's a completely ordinary thing and he isn't being too affectionate with his subordinate. Eren doesn't mind these things - they make him feel warm, heat rising in his toes till his face is flushed. Erwin does other things; lets him off on his duties early, speaks to him kindly when he speaks to others harshly. If he is ever in a bad mood, Eren doesn't know.
The gestures are all tender in a way Eren isn't used to - he feels intense admiration for Erwin, and he honestly enjoys all the attention. It's a little embarrassing, sure, being doted on by the Commander, but he ultimately doesn't mind.
He does mind it when the hand placed on the small of his back slides down to momentarily squeeze his ass. It's so clearly deliberate, but no one else sees it. Eren thinks himself into a corner, wonders if all this is on purpose, wonders if the gestures are becoming more and more intimate or he's just thinking too much about it. So he ignores these things, tries not to blush or stumble when Erwin's touches become more and more intimate.
Eren ignores the looks and the closeness until it's too much for him to bear. Erwin and he aren't alone when he first calls him baby; others are there, others who hear. Who hear and turn to each other to gossip, and Eren is so desperate for them not to misunderstand. He expects his Commander to look upset, angry even, but his expression is the same as always. He does put on a mock pout when Eren doesn't answer to the pet name, though.
Levi apparently catches on. He's called to his room, told to be there by eight, and Eren frets the entire day till evening hits and he's free of his duties. Erwin is leaving when he arrives, and his stern - nearly angry expression melts into a fond one. He ruffles Eren's hair as he passes, tells him good luck. It's not exactly comforting, but his presence always eases Eren's nerves. It's with a bold knock that he steps inside Levi's room.
Only to immediately deflate by the cold look he's being given.
"Sit." Levi points to the chair in front of his desk and continues scribbling signatures on paperwork. He's stiff, clearly tense from a long day of work. So Eren loses any attitude or boldness he previously had, and sits quiet and still until Levi speaks to him.
"So. Baby."
Eren blanches. He loses himself in confusion and doesn't hide his shock.
"What, don't like that? How's honey, then? Nah, too sweet. Sweetheart? Fuck no, I'm not a grandma. I'm sticking with baby, so's Erwin. It a problem?" He doesn't look up from his papers for a long time, not until the silence grows so heavy with tension that it hurts.
"That was a question, Eren."
"Ah, no, sir... well, just, um. Why?" He blurts out the last of that, fumbles for something else to say and settles on letting loose the feelings he's bottled up for so long. This is Levi, so it's dangerous, but he does so anyways, figuring if anyone has an answer, he does. "Why? I don't hate it, but I don't understand. Why is the Commander so affectionate... the names, the - the touches -"
For the first time, Levi's expression twists to something legitimately sour and he interrupts. "Wait. He touches you? How?" Eren's embarrassment burns his cheeks, makes him stutter. "Not like that - just, friendly," Levi snorts. This doesn't help. "I guess. Um, he usually sticks really close. Ruffles my hair?"
"Does he 'ruffle' your ass too? I see where he's coming from. You get flustered so fucking easily, it's insane. Whatever. You're free to go. Take a dump, lose some of that tension or something."
Eren gapes, feeling more confused and awkward than ever. There's a long pause, and Levi says, quieter, and far more sincere; "I'll talk to him if it's that much of a bother."
"Ah... thank you, Corporal."
"Now get the fuck out."
Get the fuck out Eren does. He leaves the room with a quiet murmur of thanks, and bolts back to his own quarters. Or dungeon, rather. His little meeting with Levi didn't help his nerves at all, honestly, but if Levi said he'd talk to Erwin, he'd talk to Erwin. Maybe things would change.
Oh, how wrong he was.
The morning starts off as usual. Eren gets up, washes, and heads up to the main dining room of the castle. Nothing interesting happens along the way. He feels a little more drowsy than usual, grabbing his morning rations and sitting down with a flump.
He's drowsy enough that he doesn't hear or sense someone stalking towards him. Nor does he feel the air grow quiet, murmured conversations dulling nearby. He doesn't notice any of it until a hand tangles in his hair, and ruffles it.
Well, that gets his attention. As does the kiss placed on his cheek, the oohs of his fellows. A bitter sort of dread wells up in his throat, choking him. Oh, god. Erwin? Ah, but...
"Morning, babe." Eren almost gives himself whiplash as he turns to stare at his superior, heat instantly burning his cheeks as he realizes, Levi, it's Levi this time. There's a distraction in the form of him plopping a fruit into his hands, though. Wait, fruit?
Eren's gaze snaps down to the plush pear in his hand and he manages to stutter out a thank you, Corporal. He can feel Mikasa's waves of anger and jealousy and the rest of his friends' stares boring into him, and he fights not to turn around and scream it's not what you think! Just barely, anyways.
"Eat. We'll be training hard today, hun." More oohs.
Levi comes and goes, just like that. The second he's far away enough to be out of earshot, his friends pounce on him. He deals with that best he can, denying all accusations of sleeping with the Corporal. He's more terrified of what might come from Erwin, honestly.
Eren finds he wasn't scared without reason. After breakfast, sometime around the afternoon, he sees him. Erwin is making his way toward him, and Eren stills almost out of habit, and it's out of respect that he doesn't bolt upon seeing his expression; that damn smile lit up his face.
Erwin pats his shoulder, a normal enough gesture that he begins to let his guard down. "Walk with me."
Seconds later he feels hands grope across his ass. He lets out a terrible squeak that he fails to muffle. That familiar burn of embarrassment stuffs his throat and burns his face; he also fails to swat the hand away or curse. He's already pulling away.
"Ah, my apologies. I trust you slept well, darling."
Erwin is speaking as casually as he would over any normal greeting. He doesn't hesitate to brush his thumb across Eren's lower lip as he surveys him, noting the flush on his cheeks like he's surprised. Eren somehow lets him. He's stopped by shock, legs rooted to the spot. There are people around. People that are seeing this.
"My, you're rather red. Do you feel alright?"
He manages to nod. Erwin smiles, and he feels his knees weaken. "Wonderful. Come on, then. You have a busy day ahead of you."
There's more to his words than he can process. The day continues on and Levi slaps his ass instead of his hands when he does something wrong. There's more pet names, and more close contact. By the end of it all, his friends are convinced he's fucking either the Corporal or the Commander, or maybe both. Mikasa is angry throughout all of it. Eren is too embarrassed and shocked to be mad; he just kind of endures it.
At the end of the day he makes his way to his so called room down in the dungeon, face still warm from all the unexpected remarks made his way from both Levi and Erwin. The room is as cold and as empty as always, but when he buries his face in his pillow he finds something underneath it.
There's chocolate, wrapped up in sweet gold foil. It's clear it's very expensive, and Eren's heart skips. There's a note attached to it.
"Meet us at twelve tonight, my quarters. Your door will not be locked. -Erwin"
He figures that maybe, just maybe, the attention wasn't so bad after all.
PAIRINGS Erwin/Eren, Levi/Eren
WARNINGS second-hand embarrassment, fluff
It starts with the small things.
Erwin pats his back or his shoulder, ruffles his hair. He leans down to his neck when he's got something to tell him, murmurs in his ear, close and personal. They're all casual, smooth movements, like it's a completely ordinary thing and he isn't being too affectionate with his subordinate. Eren doesn't mind these things - they make him feel warm, heat rising in his toes till his face is flushed. Erwin does other things; lets him off on his duties early, speaks to him kindly when he speaks to others harshly. If he is ever in a bad mood, Eren doesn't know.
The gestures are all tender in a way Eren isn't used to - he feels intense admiration for Erwin, and he honestly enjoys all the attention. It's a little embarrassing, sure, being doted on by the Commander, but he ultimately doesn't mind.
He does mind it when the hand placed on the small of his back slides down to momentarily squeeze his ass. It's so clearly deliberate, but no one else sees it. Eren thinks himself into a corner, wonders if all this is on purpose, wonders if the gestures are becoming more and more intimate or he's just thinking too much about it. So he ignores these things, tries not to blush or stumble when Erwin's touches become more and more intimate.
Eren ignores the looks and the closeness until it's too much for him to bear. Erwin and he aren't alone when he first calls him baby; others are there, others who hear. Who hear and turn to each other to gossip, and Eren is so desperate for them not to misunderstand. He expects his Commander to look upset, angry even, but his expression is the same as always. He does put on a mock pout when Eren doesn't answer to the pet name, though.
Levi apparently catches on. He's called to his room, told to be there by eight, and Eren frets the entire day till evening hits and he's free of his duties. Erwin is leaving when he arrives, and his stern - nearly angry expression melts into a fond one. He ruffles Eren's hair as he passes, tells him good luck. It's not exactly comforting, but his presence always eases Eren's nerves. It's with a bold knock that he steps inside Levi's room.
Only to immediately deflate by the cold look he's being given.
"Sit." Levi points to the chair in front of his desk and continues scribbling signatures on paperwork. He's stiff, clearly tense from a long day of work. So Eren loses any attitude or boldness he previously had, and sits quiet and still until Levi speaks to him.
"So. Baby."
Eren blanches. He loses himself in confusion and doesn't hide his shock.
"What, don't like that? How's honey, then? Nah, too sweet. Sweetheart? Fuck no, I'm not a grandma. I'm sticking with baby, so's Erwin. It a problem?" He doesn't look up from his papers for a long time, not until the silence grows so heavy with tension that it hurts.
"That was a question, Eren."
"Ah, no, sir... well, just, um. Why?" He blurts out the last of that, fumbles for something else to say and settles on letting loose the feelings he's bottled up for so long. This is Levi, so it's dangerous, but he does so anyways, figuring if anyone has an answer, he does. "Why? I don't hate it, but I don't understand. Why is the Commander so affectionate... the names, the - the touches -"
For the first time, Levi's expression twists to something legitimately sour and he interrupts. "Wait. He touches you? How?" Eren's embarrassment burns his cheeks, makes him stutter. "Not like that - just, friendly," Levi snorts. This doesn't help. "I guess. Um, he usually sticks really close. Ruffles my hair?"
"Does he 'ruffle' your ass too? I see where he's coming from. You get flustered so fucking easily, it's insane. Whatever. You're free to go. Take a dump, lose some of that tension or something."
Eren gapes, feeling more confused and awkward than ever. There's a long pause, and Levi says, quieter, and far more sincere; "I'll talk to him if it's that much of a bother."
"Ah... thank you, Corporal."
"Now get the fuck out."
Get the fuck out Eren does. He leaves the room with a quiet murmur of thanks, and bolts back to his own quarters. Or dungeon, rather. His little meeting with Levi didn't help his nerves at all, honestly, but if Levi said he'd talk to Erwin, he'd talk to Erwin. Maybe things would change.
Oh, how wrong he was.
The morning starts off as usual. Eren gets up, washes, and heads up to the main dining room of the castle. Nothing interesting happens along the way. He feels a little more drowsy than usual, grabbing his morning rations and sitting down with a flump.
He's drowsy enough that he doesn't hear or sense someone stalking towards him. Nor does he feel the air grow quiet, murmured conversations dulling nearby. He doesn't notice any of it until a hand tangles in his hair, and ruffles it.
Well, that gets his attention. As does the kiss placed on his cheek, the oohs of his fellows. A bitter sort of dread wells up in his throat, choking him. Oh, god. Erwin? Ah, but...
"Morning, babe." Eren almost gives himself whiplash as he turns to stare at his superior, heat instantly burning his cheeks as he realizes, Levi, it's Levi this time. There's a distraction in the form of him plopping a fruit into his hands, though. Wait, fruit?
Eren's gaze snaps down to the plush pear in his hand and he manages to stutter out a thank you, Corporal. He can feel Mikasa's waves of anger and jealousy and the rest of his friends' stares boring into him, and he fights not to turn around and scream it's not what you think! Just barely, anyways.
"Eat. We'll be training hard today, hun." More oohs.
Levi comes and goes, just like that. The second he's far away enough to be out of earshot, his friends pounce on him. He deals with that best he can, denying all accusations of sleeping with the Corporal. He's more terrified of what might come from Erwin, honestly.
Eren finds he wasn't scared without reason. After breakfast, sometime around the afternoon, he sees him. Erwin is making his way toward him, and Eren stills almost out of habit, and it's out of respect that he doesn't bolt upon seeing his expression; that damn smile lit up his face.
Erwin pats his shoulder, a normal enough gesture that he begins to let his guard down. "Walk with me."
Seconds later he feels hands grope across his ass. He lets out a terrible squeak that he fails to muffle. That familiar burn of embarrassment stuffs his throat and burns his face; he also fails to swat the hand away or curse. He's already pulling away.
"Ah, my apologies. I trust you slept well, darling."
Erwin is speaking as casually as he would over any normal greeting. He doesn't hesitate to brush his thumb across Eren's lower lip as he surveys him, noting the flush on his cheeks like he's surprised. Eren somehow lets him. He's stopped by shock, legs rooted to the spot. There are people around. People that are seeing this.
"My, you're rather red. Do you feel alright?"
He manages to nod. Erwin smiles, and he feels his knees weaken. "Wonderful. Come on, then. You have a busy day ahead of you."
There's more to his words than he can process. The day continues on and Levi slaps his ass instead of his hands when he does something wrong. There's more pet names, and more close contact. By the end of it all, his friends are convinced he's fucking either the Corporal or the Commander, or maybe both. Mikasa is angry throughout all of it. Eren is too embarrassed and shocked to be mad; he just kind of endures it.
At the end of the day he makes his way to his so called room down in the dungeon, face still warm from all the unexpected remarks made his way from both Levi and Erwin. The room is as cold and as empty as always, but when he buries his face in his pillow he finds something underneath it.
There's chocolate, wrapped up in sweet gold foil. It's clear it's very expensive, and Eren's heart skips. There's a note attached to it.
"Meet us at twelve tonight, my quarters. Your door will not be locked. -Erwin"
He figures that maybe, just maybe, the attention wasn't so bad after all.