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The first-ever sports festival featuring the Garrison, Military Police, and the Survey Corps. And Levi, who has an order – to win.
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14 Jun 2026
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Erwin Smith does not act without purpose. Levi does not trust without proof. Over the course of a year — calligraphy lessons, sparring sessions, parliamentary politics, and the careful construction of a private language neither of them has a name for — they build something that requires both: a grammar of permission, tested wall by wall, word by careful word.
Slow burn BDSM with feelings that accumulate the way frost does: quietly, and all at once.Bookmarked by flwrgabii
09 Jun 2026
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ive never thought id be into caligraphy this much, you know
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Detective Erwin Smith makes one profoundly irresponsible decision involving bourbon and a stranger with what he suspects is a fake name.
Levi Ackerman kills people for a living and absolutely does not need a homicide detective complicating his next assignment.
Unfortunately for Erwin, Levi keeps happening.
And unfortunately for Levi, Erwin keeps happening.
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07 Jun 2026
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🙏eruri classic
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Levi's contracted to bleed out the commander. Levi ends up locked inside a cellar alone with him instead. Cue hate-kissing?
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25 May 2026
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theres more coming stay tuned
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Levi looks up from the letters, unimpressed. “I think this is shit.”
“That’s a rather harsh assessment,” Erwin says, annoyed by the defensiveness he can hear in his voice. “Perhaps you’d care to expand on your criticism?”
“I want to drown in the perfume of your hair…the touch of your hand makes my blood sing…” Levi reads aloud, his tone flat and damning in its apathy. He tosses the papers down onto the table. “You said you wanted to manufacture a huge public scandal. You used the word titillating. No one’s getting wet reading that shit, Erwin. I’ve read supply request forms that were more morally offensive. If you use this garbage, your little farce is dead on arrival.”
“You write it, then,” Erwin challenges. “If you think you can do it better.”
Levi crosses his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing. “I think I could do alright.”
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Erwin enlists his former criminal comrade to forge fake love letters for a political subterfuge campaign. Levi gives him a crisis of conscience about their own relationship instead.