Hello, new fandom! So I have fallen deep into the Eruri rabbit hole and have pounded out more than 11k words of fic for them in the last month, which is more than I've written this entire year. Suffice to say I'm obsessed.

I've created this work as a place to dump all my roughly-canon-compliant one-shots. I will be updating sporadically, not on any kind of schedule. Chapters will not be posted in strict chronological order, nor will there be any consistency in point of view, writing tense, etc. I am simply here to have fun.

All was not well.

Levi's anger did not fade overnight. He woke with an emptiness in his chest and spent his days resenting the one who'd put it there. The one who'd gotten Farlan and Isabel killed.

Himself, mostly. But also—Erwin.

Bastard.

The man seemed to know it, too, and rather than distance himself with any modicum of shame or respect, he seemed to take pleasure in Levi's grief. He wanted a front-row seat.

Levi was no stranger to hate. There were plenty of people in the underground who'd inspired loathing in him.

Yet the white-hot anger Erwin kindled every time he got close to Levi was fresh and raw and unprecedented. He'd never felt anything like it.

The man treated him like some kind of…possession. The way he gripped Levi's shoulder more tightly than necessary. Holding him down, or directing him where to go. The way he spoke with such certainty, that one word from him would be enough to spur Levi into action.

Levi didn't know what the others saw in him. All he saw was a smug bastard who'd gotten Farlan and Isabel and countless others slaughtered, then gloated about not regretting a thing.

If there were still anything in it for Levi, he'd slit the man's throat and be done with him.

Sometimes he thought about doing it anyway, even though doing so now would get him nothing but a swift execution.

.

"Your behavior is unacceptable. Commander Shadis tells me you buck his orders like a wild foal."

Levi kept his gaze straight ahead, hiding none of his disdain. He'd already been summoned midday to the captain's quarters, had already sat on his unfairly plush couch. He wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of turning around, of meeting his eyes.

Erwin continued in his deep, measured, utterly grating voice. "Raw talent is not enough for the corps. For any branch of the military, frankly. Discipline is necessary."

Shut up. Levi's lip curled. He didn't give two shits about discipline. Obeying orders. He wouldn't play that game.

"You behave like a child. Petty and contrarian. Like a boy who won't face the wrong he's done."

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Bootsteps sounded behind him, and then Levi found his face yanked around. "Look at me."

Levi struggled to snarl at Erwin around the bruising grip the man had on his chin.

He didn't even look angry, for fuck's sake.

I will kill you. One day, I'm going to. I hate you. I hate you. I…

Erwin's gaze was impassive, his eyes cutting. Going straight through Levi like he could see every thought, every fear, every insecurity.

Hate you.

His thumb strayed up Levi's chin. Exploring.

Or caressing.

Levi's pulse quickened, his body preparing for a fight. Or flight. Just like a thousand times before.

But he did nothing. Didn't move. Hardly breathed.

It was as if Erwin had him hypnotized.

If only I had my knife. I'd cut your throat. 'Fact, I could do it with my teeth.

I could.

So why didn't he?

Erwin's thumb hooked on his lip. Pulled. Slid past, brushing against Levi's teeth.

It was by no means a gentle gesture—his grip was still hard enough to leave a mark.

Levi's mouth filled with saliva. He resisted the urge to whine in protest.

Instead he bared his teeth, a warning. If Erwin ventured any further into his mouth, Levi would—

"Do it."

Erwin raised his eyebrows fearlessly. Daring Levi. "Be the rabid dog they all believe you to be. Then I'd have an excuse to put you in a muzzle."

Bet you don't need an excuse, you sick fuck.

He fully intended to bite. Erwin's thumb was perfectly positioned. He'd made himself vulnerable.

Yet even as Erwin slid past his teeth, letting the pad of his thumb rest on Levi's slick tongue, his jaw remained motionless. No snap shut, no spurt of blood, no crack of bones.

Levi's stomach burned white-hot. He could taste the damn bastard on his tongue, and yet…nothing. The moment was here, and he could not act upon his hatred for Erwin Smith.

Follow me.

Levi had never asked anybody to follow him. Doing so felt like staking a claim. You belong to me, you do what I say. He didn't want to own anybody.

Erwin Smith wanted to own him.

And from the looks of things, he already did.

Levi didn't know when he'd stopped glaring at Erwin. Usually a scowl sat on his face, natural and effortless. It was an instinct honed by years in the underground, silently warning any potential attacker to stay away.

He made a concerted effort to harden his expression once more, to erase the softness of his brows, the pleading angle of his eyes.

He refused to look at Erwin like that—as if this man had anything he wanted.

Erwin swirled his huge thumb around Levi's mouth, straying too close to the back of his throat, which brought another flood of saliva.

Then he removed his hand, swiping a wet trail of spit down Levi's chin that he didn't bother to wipe off.

His eyes were like ice. Cold and deep and unfathomable.

Levi stared up at him. His stomach throbbed, sending pangs of pain and anxiety through his torso.

"Good boy."

The words were so quiet Levi thought he'd imagined them.

Something stirred between his legs. Levi stiffened. Heat crept from his core, up his navel and into his neck and cheeks. His tongue felt swollen, leaden.

There was such condescension in his voice. As if Levi really were a wild dog he'd managed to train.

"Fuck you," he managed to hiss.

Erwin's lips twitched. "Patience."

(At which point Erwin makes a swift exit, leaving Levi alone and simmering with rage and not a little confusion. Exactly like Erwin wants.)

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Since I'm new to the fandom, I feel the need to emphasize that this is my own id-fueled interpretation of Eruri and I am in no way obligated to stick to canon (or fanon) characterizations. This is just me enjoying the ship in my own way.

As always, thank you for reading! Leave your thoughts below—comments feed my SOUL. I'm on tumblr too, hop over and say hi!