Ereri Oneshots

Part 12

Levi hummed in content as he soaked in the warmth, a luxury many went without entirely in the winter. Especially when the Corps was dirt poor and couldn't afford - were too cheap - to buy any isolation for the rundown castle they were occupying. In any case, this heat source was much better than any fire.

"Levi, it's been three hours!" It groaned.

Correction, it would be better than a fire, if it would stop being a shitty brat about keeping him warm.

"Don't care. Now hush, heaters don't talk." Levi mumbled into the crook of Eren's neck as he clung to him like one of those weird, grey bears in Armin's books. Eren sighed, this was ridiculous.

He could see if this was only going on sometimes, but no, Levi had "relieved" him of all his duties and forced him to follow his Captain around all day. "For easy access" Levi had said, so Eren was in a limbo of following like a puppy and being clung to on a whim.

It didn't help that he didn't seem to mind an audience.

"Hey Captain, quit hogging him! We're cold too!" Jean finally spat, as Eren's comrades had been watching Levi in pure envy as they shivered. Seemed they'd had enough.

"Fuck off, he's mine." Levi deadpanned, lifting his head from Eren's neck for the first time in hours to glare at the cadet.

"No he isn't!" Jean argued, defiantly reaching out for the warm brunet's arm, probably to take him for his own.

Levi hissed.

He fucking hissed like an angry cat as he swatted - clawed at - Jean's outstretched hand, causing the horseface to squeak and scramble away.

Eren wanted to be annoyed, amused and shocked all at once. But he settled for fond as Levi happily burrowed his head into the shifter's chest, since he'd scared off the threat.

Someone mumbled something like "He can keep him."