Flapping Of Wings
Summary: Random bonus scenes from It Takes Two Wings To Fly, mostly from the moment Eren and Levi reunited onward. Fluff, fun, slight non graphic smut, occasional angst, short. Not in chronological order.
2. Shirt Problem
"That shirt needs to go," Levi told Eren one day, seemingly out of the blue, not a week after they reunited in the forest and started living together in Levi's rented room. "In fact, you need more clothes overall. And shoes. You definitely need shoes. The amount of dirt you drag in makes me want to gag."
Eren arched an eyebrow at his former Captain, sassy and sarcastic. "Well sorry for living off of the clothes on my back for the last decade or so. Not all of us plan out their faked death before we do it. Not all of us get the chance, actually."
Levi cocked an eyebrow at him in return. "Says the guy who practically orchestrated his own fucking conception," he said with ample sarcasm, making Eren look away with a flush. "By the way, when you gained all the memories from previous Attack Titans, did you actually have to watch your father and mother-"
"That's enough, please," Eren rushed out, now blushing harder than he ever had before in his life. "You were saying something about a shirt?" He tried desperately, because he did not want to talk about his parents' bedroom habits or activities.
Levi grinned but let it go. For now. "You need to get a new shirt. You've been wearing the same fucking shirt design for seventeen fucking years, it's time for a change in style. Even I changed the style of my clothes more often and I am the very definition of not spending money on stupid things such as fashion."
"Actually, I wore this shirt design since I was-" Eren stopped himself and shook his head. "No, you know what? You're right. I need a new shirt."
And so they found themselves at the town's best recommended tailor, who welcomed them with skeptical eyes and an arched eyebrow.
"He needs clothes," Levi said bluntly, pointing at Eren. "Start with a shirt."
"I still don't see what you have against my shirt so much," Eren complained but took off his top when the tailor told him to so he could take measurements.
"No, he's right," the tailor and his assistant, a young man not much older than Eren had been the last time anyone had seen him alive - besides Levi and the people of this town, that is - agreed, though they both looked a bit dazed. "That shirt definitely needs to go. Right now."
Eren looked dismayed at this information while Levi glared at the tailors. "He also needs a new shirt, you know."
"He doesn't need a shirt," argued the assistant and Levi rolled his eyes in exasperation. Eren, when he realized what was going on, just looked smug as he came to stand a bit too close to Levi, smirking down at him, the tall bastard.
"Look, either you make him a new shirt or we go to another shop. I really don't have the time for this." The threat of losing money snapped the tailor out of his daze and he got to work, berating his assistant for not already having taken the measurements while the tailor went to retrieve fabrics and shirt designs for Eren to choose from. The assistant was a little too eager to put his hands on Eren, who decided to be a tease and flexed his arms to make the assistant all flustered. Levi wondered if the man would just pass out from how red he'd suddenly turned. When they were left relatively alone while the men did their job, comparing materials, prices and designs to present, Levi turned to Eren with crossed arms, his hip cocked to the side and an arched eyebrow. "You know, I think I preferred you when you were a dumb brat clueless as to what effect your abs have on people."
Eren mirrored him, but with a smirk. "Were you one of those people affected?" Levi snorted. The Titan Shifter was not dissuaded. "Besides, you're one to talk! They would probably die from a nose bleed if they ever saw you without a shirt on. Your abs look like they're made of marble. Especially with your pale skin. I swear you Ackermans are born to have impossible abs."
Levi ignored all of that and the contemplative looks the tailor and his assistant were now throwing at him and instead snapped at them to hurry up. Eren just laughed but stopped teasing the older man. From then on, though, Eren made it a point to walk around their shared room shirtless at least once a week, to which Levi just rolled his eyes.
Needless to say, that was definitely not the last time the townsfolk saw either one of them shirtless.