A/N: The first one is dedicated to Carmen, aka my prompt giver, aka Ms. I-Bet-My-Right-Fucking-Nipple-That-Levi-Totally-Has-A-Praise-Kink-You-Salty-Bitch. Enjoy.

Friendly reminder to come find me over on AO3 as Voleyn, where a majority of my SNK works are posted.

Praise

Eren finds out that Levi likes to be praised.

The first time it happened had been an accident, a breathy, "God, you're so good," that tumbled thoughtlessly from his lips as Levi sank down onto his cock. Levi had immediately flushed and gave a deep shudder, but not in the way he usually did during sex. This was different and new and Eren clued into it right away, though he brushed it off as fluke.

The next time he did it was after Levi had landed gracefully in front of him and some new recruits after a dazzling series of demonstrations with the ODM gear. It happened partially on accident, and partially because he said it without thinking, but there was no denying the subtle flush that suffused Levi's pale cheeks when Eren strode up to him and earnestly said, "That was absolutely amazing, Captain! You did so well!"

When Levi made a little, "Tch," sound and quickly glanced away, Eren's eyes widened. He was suddenly struck with a realization, one that sent a thrill of discovery surging through him.

The next time was purposeful, because Eren was too curious for his own damn good. It was late, far past the time that anyone would be awake. Even in the dim candlelight of their private quarters, Eren could clearly see Levi's flushed face, muscles taut and trembling as Eren sank again and again into the heat of Levi's body.

His face was turned away, and Eren's eyes zeroed onto the pale, delicate shell of Levi's ear. The earlier discovery he had made still was forefront at his mind, and Eren just had to know, and so he leaned down, until his lips were just barely touching the sharp line of Levi's jaw. "You're doing so well, you're so good," Eren murmured into Levi's ear.

He grinned as Levi clenched so fucking tightly around him, the tips of his ears reddening as he gasped. He had been right, and the earlier thrill once more overtook him, because god, Levi liked it and it was absolutely perfect.

Eren wrapped his hands around the soft skin of Levi's hips, helping him find a rhythm, pulling the captain back onto his cock. Levi was so fucking tight and hot, silvery eyes gone glassy with pleasure. Small, hitched moans escaped his lips and Eren knew Levi was close. He reached down to wrap a hand around Levi's cock, firmly stroking, and Levi cried out, hips stuttering as his fingers tangled in their mussed bedsheets.

"Be a good boy and come for me, Levi," Eren said, his voice low and filthy and breathless.

At the words, Levi threw his head back, a high keen escaping as his mouth formed a small "o." Every muscle in his body grew taut as he came hard, and it was the hottest fucking thing Eren had ever seen.

They didn't talk about it afterward. Levi's face was still flushed and he averted his eyes as Eren helped clean them up. As much as they teased each other, he didn't want to joke about something like this and have the captain suddenly shut him out in the midst of his embarrassment.

Instead, he gave Levi's cheek a quick kiss and was gratified in the way Levi relaxed when Eren whispered, "I love it."

Levi really liked being praised, Eren quickly found out, and he liked it a lot. It was such a simple thing, and Eren was more than happy to indulge the captain.

Quaint

Definition: attractively unusual

The house they finally settle down in years after the war is nothing grandiose or in the middle of the city, like the houses that Historia wanted to gift them.

It's a small house in the woods, outside of Wall Maria and far away from other people. Here, the only sounds are the wind rushing through the trees, the soft sounds of wildlife and Levi puttering around. It's strange to see him like this, constantly without his old uniform and doing domestic chores that he drags Eren into doing as well.

It's strange to see him completely happy, without the distractions of worry and stress furrowing his brows. Levi is still Levi, in all his love of cleanliness, tea, and all the other endearing quirks Eren's picked up on over the years, but more relaxed and open.

And Eren, well, Eren realizes that he's stupidly happy too.

Eren never imagined he'd end up in a place like this, (never imagined his story to end other than in a titan's mouth or at the gallows after he stopped being useful). It's a better ending than he ever thought he'd be granted.

Their home is quiet and small, Eren thinks as his horse nears it, quaint, just like the man waiting for him.

Levi is leaning against the door, arms folded. His good eye is sharp and keen, but his face softens as Eren nears.

It didn't really matter to Eren where they ended up, when all was said and done, because his home is wherever Levi is.

Reincarnate

Eren makes a promise to Levi.

They were old now, old enough that Titans had long become made-up monsters that parents used to scare misbehaving children with. Eren sat by Levi's side, grief etched upon his face as he held a wrinkled hand clasped tightly in his.

"We had a long life, longer than most," Levi said gently, trying to comfort Eren. "It's a more peaceful death than I thought was possible."

Eren's body ached as he stood, leaning to place a kiss on a wrinkled brow, smoothing white hair to the side. "I'll find you one day," he promised, tears in his voice. "It might take me awhile, but I promise I will."

Eren held his hand until Levi drifted off for the final time, his breaths slowing before they stopped entirely.

Eren Jaeger's doorbell rang. "One moment!" he yelled, pulling his hair into a bun as he ran to the door. He pulled it open to find a young man, close to his age, standing on his doorstep. His jet black hair was styled in a neat undercut and steely grey eyes were narrowed in ire.

"You're fucking late, brat. I had to come looking for you," he said, folding his arms. The gesture was no doubt meant to be imposing but instead it came off as a bit insecure.

The low voice brought memories crashing down, ones from a time long ago, now but a brief chapter in history books. Tears welled in his eyes as he reached out to pull Levi into a bone-crushing hug, burying his face into soft black strands that still smelled faintly of soap and fresh air.

A forgotten promise rang in his ears, unsaid but still hanging heavily between them.

"You're still so short," Eren sobbed, expecting the knee to his stomach but still flinching when it came, though it was not as harsh as he knew it could be.

"And you still need a goddamned haircut," Levi groused, but Eren ignored it as the hug was returned. Everything would be alright, because despite his own promise, Levi had found him. Levi had come home.

Scars

Eren's no stranger to scars, though thanks to his titan shifting abilities, they're a thing of the past. No matter how deep he's cut or how many of his limbs are severed, they always close or grow back without a mark to see.

Levi on the other hand, has no such ability. His body has a variety of scars that tell of his life, each raised but of skin another page in his story. It takes time for Levi to open up, to trust him, but one night, it happens.

Eren's running his hands idly over smooth skin, enjoying the softness of it when his questing fingers reach a ridge of scar tissue on Levi's bicep. His captain tenses and Eren immediately goes to withdraw his fingers. He's surprised when his wrist is caught in a gentle grip and guided back down. Eren takes the silent permission for what it is and tentatively brushes the pads of his fingers over the raised tissue, carefully exploring and feeling it out.

It's long, not overly thick, but it must have been deep. Eren knows that it would have definitely been painful.

Levi lets out a small, quiet breath and Eren looks up. In the light of the dying fire, he can see Levi's eyes are closed and while his face is not completely relaxed, it is calm.

"It was from Farlan," Levi softly says, and Eren has to hold his breath and strain his ears to catch the words.

Eren doesn't know much about Levi's past, but he's heard just enough to know that Isabel and Farlan are an emotional wound, one that is still very much fresh and ready to tear open anew.

Eren remains silent. This thing between them is still very new and it's the first time Levi has ever talked to him like this. Instead, he continues tracing the scar, waiting patiently to see if Levi's done talking or if he wants to continue.

"The first time we met, it wasn't on the best of terms," Levi finally says, even quieter this time. There's something melancholy in his voice, treading dangerously close to sadness. "The next few times weren't either. Something changed eventually, though. We started working together, became close. He was my brother in everything but blood."

When he finishes, Levi finally opens his eyes. They flick down to Eren, and there's something achingly soft and vulnerable in the silvery grey depths. It's the beginning of something edging dangerously close to trust and Eren's heart skips a beat. He's being let in, taking the first, wobbling steps past Levi's almost impassible barriers.

The next night, Eren's hands reach out to another scar, one on his side. It takes all of the courage he has, but instead of pulling away, Eren boldly keeps his fingers on it in a silent query.

"A recruit's blade shattered on an expedition. A piece hit me," Levi tells him. "It stunned me long enough that he was killed before I could get to him." There's a trace of bitterness in his voice at the memory and Eren can't help but lean down press a gentle kiss to the raised tissue. There's a bit of surprise within Levi's eyes when he pulls back, but it's gone in an instant, making Eren wonder if he'd actually even seen it.

One by one, night after night, Eren asks silent questions, never expecting an answer, but Levi opens up anyway. Each time, it seems to get easier and Levi tenses a bit less when Eren discovers a new scar. It helps Levi to talk about this, Eren realizes at some point. His voice gets stronger with each story, each new mark revealed and so Eren listens, his attention focused solely on Levi.

A starburst-shaped scar on the side of his calf – shot getting Isabel out of a robbery gone wrong.

The small, faint lines on Levi's fingers – nicked learning how to use his blades. Kenny had laughed at the blood and in one of the few shows of kindness from the man, had showed Levi how to clean and bandage them.

The small "X" traced on his hip – a future promise from a man who had failed to kill him, but Levi had got there first and returned the favor by slitting his throat.

And one night, Eren's hands brush over the rough marks tracing over his chest and thighs, marks that Eren had naively hoped he would someday share. With his abnormally fast healing, however, he doubts it will happen. It's just one more thing to set him apart from his comrades and sometimes it's hard to tamp down the bitterness at it all.

"You already know what those are," Levi chides him, running his fingers gently through Eren's hair, but there's no bite to the words. "Too many years of wearing ODM gear."

Eren hums thoughtfully instead, rubbing the skin on Levi's thighs, making the other man shift a bit as they draw tantalizingly close to sensitive areas.

"These tell the stories of your life," Eren says, the first time he's spoken during this sort of ritual that they've began. He sees Levi tilt his head to stare at him, his face inscrutable as he stares at Eren. He feels compelled to continue.

"They let you carry the memories of the past with you always. Some are good, and some are bad, but they're all a part of you." Eren drops a kiss to one of the belt marks and murmurs, voice quiet yet firm, "Don't let yourself forget them. You'll regret it if you do."

Levi blinks slowly, processing Eren's words and then he gives a small sigh and closes his eyes. Eren remains quiet, still stroking Levi's skin and he thinks the other man's fallen asleep when he catches a single drop of wetness trailing down Levi's cheek.

He reaches out to brush it away, gently thumbing over Levi's cheek. Eren pulls Levi in close, knowing words aren't needed because he understands.

In the silence of the night, Eren feels the fragile thing hanging between them strengthening just a bit more.

Tipsy

Levi doesn't drink, until the one time he does.

It's the night after an expedition and their losses had been few. Somehow, Hanji had gotten her hands on a couple cases of liquor and so the night had turned into a bit of an impromptu celebration.

Eren's about to take a sip of his drink when he sees Hanji push a glass towards Levi. He smiles a bit to himself – their Commander is always pushing Levi's boundaries and one of these days, she's going to push too hard and get a boot-clad foot to the head.

Tonight, it would appear, is apparently not the night that happens. Eren is surprised when instead of shoving her and the glass away, Levi glances down at it in a moment of silent consideration instead. Eren can almost see the exact moment Levi decides fuck it and snatches the glass to swallow it down.

Levi almost keels over from the sudden hearty slap to the back Hanji gives him, but rights himself gracefully a second later. The captain scowls darkly at Hanji's sudden peal of loud cackling but doesn't complain or shove her away when she eagerly pushes another full glass into Levi's hands.

If Eren hadn't seen it happen with his own two eyes, he wouldn't have believed it possible.

Levi lifts his head, locking eyes with Eren. Flushing at being caught staring, he immediately drops his eyes and turns away, feigning interest in whatever Connie and Jean are going on about now.

Before he does however, he sees Levi raise a silent eyebrow at Eren's actions and then tip the glass back, draining it in one swallow.

The night goes on and Eren is sitting off to the side a bit, drinking some water and watching his friends' antics. For some reason, he hadn't been in the mood to drink and he realizes it's because he's been keeping one eye on Levi all night. He gives a quick glance around, not finding the other man. Eren thinks he must have gone to bed, tired of the festivities.

Eren jumps a bit when he sees someone sit down in front of him and when he sees that it's the missing Levi, his mouth goes dry.

Levi's cheeks are flushed a tantalizing light pink and Eren can't look away from those grey eyes. They're so soft now, a vast difference to their usual sharpness.

Realization slams into Eren. Levi isn't quite drunk, but he's tipsy.

And god help him, it's adorable.

"Fuck," Levi sighs, resting a cheek on his hand, grey eyes shining slightly in the light, "You're pretty."

Eren gapes at him, because this is Levi, and this is an entirely new side to the captain that he's never seen before. "Excuse me?" Eren says, a bit breathlessly because he must have misheard.

Instead, Levi waves at him vaguely with his free hand. "You," he says, though the word is a bit unsteady. "Your face is pretty and I don't know what to do about it."

Eren's face must resemble something like a fish gasping for air, because he suddenly can't breathe. While he struggles to regain his composure, Levi simply takes a sip out of his cup, quietly watching him with a small smile on his lips.