Just to clear a few things up: Eren and Levi are about the same age here, since I have taken the liberty of shortening the age gap to three years. That means Eren is a little older, but Levi is also younger: Levi is 31; Eren is 28. Also, if you didn't know from the story before this, I write Hanji using female pronouns (following the anime). This story picks up from just after the end of Let Go and Love Him. Also, I don't own the characters or Attack On Titan. I had a lot of fun with this, so I hope you enjoy reading it!


Eren Jaeger awoke to the sound of birds chirping and soft breathing. He rolled over gently, trying not to wake his boyfriend. Levi lay beside him, fast asleep as Eren dared to stroke his hair. His usual scowl disappeared almost completely whenever he slept next to Eren, transforming his face into one that looked younger, peaceful, perhaps fragile even. Only when his lover leaned down to press his lips to Levi's forehead did he wake, slowly opening sleepy eyes.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Eren spoke softly, trying not to make too much noise so early in the morning. He received a hum in response.

"What time is it?" Levi turned over, so that he was facing the window. The sun was nearly all the way up and the sky outside the apartment was pink and gray. Eren reached over to the bedside table and checked his phone.

"It's 6:30, babe."

"Why are you up at the ass crack of dawn? Did you even sleep?" A bit of Levi's frown returned.

"I had an… unusual dream. And you're awake too," he pointed out.

"Only because you couldn't keep your lips off me." The shorter man smirked as he shot Eren a playful comeback. "What was the dream about?"

"It was about you," said Eren, "Us. I was trying to confess to you before we started dating. It was actually sort of… sweet." He smiled.

"I don't see how that's weird." Levi gave him a confused look.

"Well… it's hard to explain. We were in some weird other universe, in the military I think. But it felt like I'd lived it before, like a memory." Eren looked at the other man in the bed, who was watching him intensely now. "What?"

"Nothing. Go on."

"Well, Armin was there, and Mikasa… even that woman who works with you, Hanji."

"Even her?" Levi's stare grew more fascinated, hopeful almost.

"Yeah. And we all had the weirdest uniforms. Covered in leather straps from head to toe," he continued, wondering why Levi was so rapt. He probably doesn't remember… I hope he's not weirded out by this. "It looked like something out of a bad bondage movie." He snickered.

"Like a harness?" Levi sat up.

"Exactly! It was the weirdest thing. And we all lived in some castle. I've never even been to any castles. Isn't it strange?"

"Yeah. Strange." Levi's enthusiasm faded. "You… said it was like a memory?"

"Well, it sort of felt like I'd been there before. Why?" Eren was confused. Why was Levi so interested? He couldn't remember, could he?

"Nothing. Never mind," Levi lay back down under the covers. "Go back to sleep." He probably doesn't remember anyway, he thought.

"Levi…" Eren trailed off, deciding not to say anything. I wonder what's wrong? He sent one last glance in his lover's direction before closing his eyes and trying to sleep. Try though he might, he could not succeed. Levi tossed and turned in his sleep, and Eren wrapped an arm around him. His frown had returned. The taller man sighed, and slipped slowly into a restless sleep of his won. Levi had seemed to know what he was talking about, so why was he being so fussy now?

It was noon by the time either woke, first to the discovery that their combined motion in sleep had expelled the covers in every direction off the bed, then with a start as they noticed Mikasa picking up said covers and a blushing Armin standing in the doorway. Mikasa straightened up suddenly and turned to face them. "Good morning," she greeted them stoically. "I'll assume you slept through your alarm today, but could you please refrain from more rigorous sexual activity before having company? Armin's face looked similar to a cherry in hue, but hers remained impassive. Levi glared back at her, and Eren turned into a sputtering mess upon realizing that, while both of them were naked and they had had sex the night before, the amount of tossing and turning from both of them afterward must have caused the scene to look much worse than it was.

"I–we–you–" Eren forced out, the color of his face beginning to rival Armin's, "It's not what it looks like!" Mikasa simply threw a sheet at him, instructing both men to cover up. Fortunately, Levi came to his rescue.

"The brat kept kicking in his sleep and knocked all the blankets off." Well… Eren supposed this was rescue, despite his being a grown-ass man and most certainly not a brat. It was half the truth, after all. "I am, however, a bit flattered that you're able to recognize my sexual prowess so easily." I was wrong, Eren thought. This is so not rescue.

When he thought about it, though, Eren supposed they deserved this, sort of. They'd gotten carried away and forgotten that Mikasa and Armin would be over the next day, and that Mikasa had a tendency to let herself in if they failed to answer the door. It had already led to several awkward situations, and this one was actually not as bad as some others had been. That, however, still didn't fix it. The awkward air of tension and embarrassment wouldn't just disappear, much as he wished it would. Armin broke the silence.

"So, um…" He hesitated. "Would you like me to make you some tea?" You are a saint, Armin. You are a saint and I love you.

"Yes, please!" Eren saw his chance and took it, ignoring Levi opening his mouth just in case he said no and they were trapped here forever. As soon as his sister followed Armin out of the room, he leaped out of bed and yanked on briefs and a pair of jeans. Levi stretched, yawned, and walked slowly across the room to grab a shirt, swaying his hips. He broke into a grin when he caught Eren's eyes wandering, confirming that, yes, he was doing that on purpose.

"Why must you tease me so?" Eren groaned dramatically, putting a hand over his forehead and pretending to swoon.

"Because it's fun," the shorter man replied, putting on slacks and brushing his dark undercut back to perfection.

"No underwear?" Eren's eyebrows shot up.

"I don't plan on needing it."

"Today's going to be awful for me, isn't it?" Eren whined.

"I guarantee, Eren, today will be long and hard for you indeed." With that, Levi sashayed out of the room to join Armin and Mikasa in the kitchen, leaving Eren to slump against the wall and sort out his sexual tension alone. Once he'd finally managed to convince himself that maybe spending an entire day enduring teasing from Levi (in front of his sister and best friend, too) would maybe not be so bad, he joined them all in the kitchen. And while Levi was of course merciless, he made it through. And once Armin and Mikasa were gone, they had mind-blowing kitchen-counter sex, so it really wasn't so bad. But his mind was still occupied by the previous night. Does he really not remember?

After they'd both taken a shower and were lying in bed, Levi stroked Eren's hair until he fell asleep. And, propped up on one elbow, he made a silent wish. Let him remember it. Eren, please, I only want you to remember all the time we spent together, all the things we said back then. It's selfish, but please… Remember that life. Then, he slipped under the covers and fell asleep as well.