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13folklore13 · 2 years

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hc after chapter 139

pairing: connie springer x gn!reader

warnings: besides spoilers for aot!!! I don’t think so (english isn’t my first language)

author’s note: I really wanted to write how the life of some aot characters goes on after the manga ended. Connie’s epilogue is the first to go. This is just my opinion, but feel free to tell me how you think Connie’s life would be! If you want something like this for some other character feel free to request!

at first, he would still live in paradis

even tho paradis holds so much pain for him, it’s also the place of his favorite memories

he would definitely live with his mum a few years. He lost her so early, he just wants to make up for everything both of them lost

at first he wouldn’t even think about starting a family or having any sort of intimate relationship

he‘s still this funny, bubbly guy but he has been scarred for life

he cherishes every moment he gets with his friends and with his mother that he doesn’t even think about what could be

he fought since he was a kid and never experienced a normal life with his friends and family up until now - so that’s what he focuses on

he’s still close to everyone but I think that Jean and Connie meet in a daily basis

but I think after 2-3 years he kind of yearns for someone

he sees Mikasa and Jean together, having their little family - and he wants that

he never experienced love like that

so when he finally met them, he felt that there was always something that was missing

and with them, he’s finally healing

a n x i o u s + n e r v o u s

he doesn’t know how to act beside them

is it ok to hold their hand? Do his scars bother them? Should he introduce them to Jean? Or is that to early? Does his past bother them? Do they think he’s scarred by his past and incapable of love?

yes, no connie, do what ever feels right for you, your past doesn’t define, connie you are capable of anything and your past doesn’t define you!

no matter how often they tell him this, he’ll still be anxious the first couple of weeks

he apologies after waking them up with his nightmares, but they assure him that they will always be by his side when he wakes up

I know that they’ll cook every meal Sasha loved on the anniversary of her death

they would also light a few candles under the picture Jean had drew for Connie of her

and they would visit the grave together and renew the flowers and clean the stone

they would ask Jean, Mikasa etc what she food she liked and will invite everyone to celebrate the life of Sasha Braus

and when Connie wakes up that day and sees all the food they cooked, he will definitely cry

“I know how much she meant to you and I never got to meet her so this is how I’ll show my love to her” - he instantly knows they’re his endgame

he would also leave paradis at some point with them, to make new memories at a new place

#connie springer #attack on titan #connie springer headcanons #connie headcanons #aot hc #connie aot #connie springer x you #anime #connie springer x reader #connie x you #connie x reader #connie x y/n #connie springer fic #connie springer imagine #connie imagine #connie springer x reader hc

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13folklore13 · 2 years

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Absolutely devoted to you

Erwin Smith x fem!reader

Warnings: a little smutty (i dont know how i feel about this)

a/n: i recently wrote this for a friend of mine and now i thought why not post it on here as well. Please excuse any grammar mistakes etc. English isn’t my first language. This is also my first Erwin ff ever so please bare with me and tell me what you think!

As you opened the door, a light breeze welcomed you. You stood there in the doorframe, your hand still on the doorknob and looked around. It was already late at night, but the moonlight lit up the entire office. There was a feeling of discomfort inside of you. Something that wanted to stop you from stepping foot into the office. You turned around to look down the hallway. This is my only chance, you thought and stepped into the room. You closed the door behind you, careful not to make any sounds. When the door closed, silence filled the room. The room that was once filled with laughter, joy, and warmth. The room once welcomed you like a warm embrace. But now there was no laughter or joy or a warm embrace. Even though everything still looked the same, nothing felt familiar. His books were still sitting neatly in the bookshelf. His desk was still filled with papers he needed to read. And in the back of the room stood his made bed. But all his books haven’t been read in a while, the papers on his desk were coated with a layer of dust and his bed looked like it hasn’t been used in ages.

You were still standing at the door. You didn’t dare to move. No one else was in his office, however you still looked for him. Just for something of him. You walked towards the centre of the room and wrapped your arms around your middle. Someone was here before you and opened a window. That must be the reason I can’t smell him. You went to his bookshelf and pulled out a book. Ironically it landed on that book.

“Erwin, why do you have that book in your bookshelf?”, you laughed and turned towards his desk where he was sitting, “Never took you for a poetry lover.” You flicked through the book that was familiar to you. “And why is that?”, he walked towards you and leaned against the shelf. “I just never thought you could dedicate your heart to something else than to the survey corps”, you teased him and turned one of the pages. You paused as you saw a little note at the end of the page. Her favourite. It was your favourite poem. You looked up to him, to find him already looking at you with his ice blue eyes. You lifted the book and said, “You knew what my favourite poem was? How?” He scratched the back of his neck and let out a low chuckle. You gasped. Erwin Smith was flustered. “Sascha told me”, confusion painted your face. None of your friends knew that you and Erwin shared feelings for each other. He requested to keep your relationship private as long as the world was cruel. “Well, she didn’t exactly tell me, but I overheard you guys talking about your favourite poem and the way Sascha worded it, it seemed that you already told her about that poem a million times. That’s why I thought, when it really means that much to you, I should read it.” You were stunned. You grew quite used to hearing Sascha and the others complaining about you none stop talking about it. But to hear that someone would genuinely be interest into something you loved so dearly overwhelmed you quite a bit. “I – well, I didn’t expect that”, you stuttered, and Erwin tilted his head. “You do realise that I care for you deeply, do you? It’s just fair that I care about your interest as deeply as you care about mine.” You had no words. If you hadn’t realised his love to you, you did now. You put the book at its place again and moved forward to wrap your arms around him. His arms closed behind your back, and he pressed you to his chest. His forehead met yours and you inhaled his scent. “Thank you, Erwin.”

Water dropped onto the pages of the book and that’s when you realised that you started crying. You dried the pages with your arm and wiped away your tears. But your lips started to quiver. Your eyes filled with tears again as your body felt insanely cold. You hugged the book close to your chest. You tilted your head back and let out a few hasty breaths. A strong breeze made you shiver and look back at the window. You put the book back at its place again and moved to the window. “Who opened this fucking window”, you whispered and closed the window and the curtain. You puffed out a sigh and turned to face the room again. But your eye drifted to the right. You closed your eyes again, debating if you should just leave his office and end the torture, but as you were thinking about it, you already sank down on the bed.

It felt the same, even after months. Your hands brushed over the bed sheets and stopped when you felt something paper like under the sheets. You lifted the sheets and pulled out a sheet of paper. Once your eyes drifted over it, you closed them and pressed the piece of parchment paper against your chest. Tears streamed down your cheeks again as your back met the mattress.

“Can’t this wait”, Erwin grunted, pressed a pillow on his face. It was 1 am when you entered his office to share the night. All Erwin wanted to do was to press you against his chest, to feel your warmth, your breath, your kisses, your touch- “Of course not! This is the perfect moment for this”, you exclaimed and straddled his lap, your night gown rid up. You removed the pillow and flew it across the room, accidentally knocking his papers from his desk. “sorry”, you chuckled quietly, earning a grunt as an answer. “Alright”, he sighed and put his arms behind his head, his muscular chest now flexing, “what do you want to show me.” But all you could do was stare at him. “You still there?”, he laughed, and you rolled his eyes and slapped his broad chest. “Oh shut it.” You stretched your arms behind you, to grab your jacket and Erwins hands gripped your hips, to usure you that you wouldn’t fall off him, of course. When your hands grabbed the jacket, you pulled it towards you and grabbed the desired paper. You let the jacket fall of the bed, pressed the paper to your chest and grinned brightly at Erwin, who was looking at you with raised eyebrows. “So, it’s not perfect, but I’ve worked really hard on it and-“, you felt his hands squeeze your hips. “I’m sure I will love it.” The assuring smile he gave you clamed you down. You returned his smile and gave him the paper. His hands left your hips and took the paper from you. His mouth gasped open, and his eyes switched from the paper to your flustered face. He looked back at the paper where he saw the both of you sitting next to each other. Your bodies were turned to each other with your knees touching. Your hands were placed in your lap and Erwin’s hands were holding them. Both of you were wearing civilian clothes, something he had never seen you in before. “w-what is this”, he couldn’t believe what he saw.

You wrung your hands and a blushed creeped up on your cheeks. “Well, I thought, because we cannot go to get our real portrait done, that I would draw one for us. You could also see it as a promise: When all of this is done, we’ll get a real one done for us, in civilian clothes and everything”, a chuckle escaped your mouth. Erwin wanted to marry you right then and there. He has never met anyone who devoted him as much as you do. And deep down he knew that he would never be deserving of your love. He knew that he couldn’t promise you what you wanted, even if he wanted it to become true. He glanced at it one last time before he dropped it on his bedside table. He sat up and wrapped his arms around you. Your hands found his hair and brushed through them, “I assume you like it.” He cupped your cheeks and pulled you away from him so that he could look into your eyes. He wanted to say something. He wanted to thank you, to tell you that he would cherish it until he takes his last breath. But no words left his mouth. Everything he wanted to say, never left his mouth. So, before he could tear up, he pressed his lips on yours and tangled his hands in your hair. Your breath got stuck in your throat. The man who was known for his speeches couldn’t say anything to you. All he could give to you, was his love. And you accepted it gratefully.

Your lips moved in sync. His tongue dancing with yours. His hands pulled slightly at your hair, so that he could tilt your head back. His lips found your neck and kissed you so lightly, you begging desperately for more. His lips travelled up to your ear, kissing it and whispering, “Thank you.” One of his hands cupped your cheek as the other grabbed your hip. In a smooth motion, he turned the both of you around so that he was hovering over you. You gazed into his depth of blue sapphire, and he couldn’t help but smile as he looked right back at you. He closed the distance between you to so that his lips would slightly touch yours. “Do you know that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me?”, he breathed and pecked your lips just for a second. He took your hands and pinned your arms above you. His hands were sliding down your arms, making you shiver. As his hands moved down your sides, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbones. Kissing every part of you. “Do you know that I would do everything for you”, he said as he caressed that one sensitive spot on your neck. You hummed in response and closed your eyes in anticipation. You could feel him lift your night gown. When you opened your eyes, you could see him staring at you. Like you were his most sacred possession. He tore his eyes from you when he felt your hands traveling up his chest. As your hands met his cheeks, he closed his eyes and leaned into your warmth. You pulled him towards you. Yours and his face centimetres away from each other. He opened his eyes again and pressed his forehead against yours. Both of you holding eye contact as his body interwind with yours, a moan escaping from both of your mouths. His hands held onto your hips as yours caressed his cheeks. Your bodies moving so perfectly together, like they were made for each other, like an old dance they’ve memorized. His hands travelled up and down your sides, making you giggle. “That tickles”, you breathed and earned a low chuckle from Erwin, his hands grabbing your neck. He leaned in closer to you so that his nose brushed yours. He moved his nose up and down the bridge of yours, inhaling your scent. “You are so good to me”, he says, both of you becoming breathless. You placed your lips on his and whispered against them, “Because you make me good, Erwin”, you panted as his body moved faster. He wrapped his arms around you as he pressed himself closer to you, “I’m..”, he whispered and you nodded in return, “Me too.” When you looked up at his eyes, you could feel the knot in your stomach growing stronger and stronger as you closed your eyes again pressing your head into the pillow, welcoming the overwhelming feeling that overtook you. As he reached his high, you could hear him whisper, “I am absolutely devoted to you.”

“Oh god”, you cried as you buried your face into his pillow. You thought that you could survive this. That you could live a life without him, but even after months of trying you failed. You would usually try again right after you failed a training session or would prepare better for a expedition. And at first you tried to wake up everyday with a good feeling. That today would be the day you could go without breaking down. But you failed every day. It haunted you that he could’ve been saved. That he could have been the one to receive the serum instead of Armin. And you felt horrible whishing that Armin would be the one who died. But waking up every day without him, moving forward without him, people slowly forgetting him or replacing him broke you. It haunted you that you couldn’t give him a proper funeral, that you couldn’t mourn in public. You thought that visiting his office could give you some peace, but every corner of his room remined you of the things you both never got to experience together.

Then suddenly the door to his office opened, making you jump from his bed. “Hange!”, you exclaimed. They instantly stood still when they saw you. “y/n! I didn’t expect you here”, they said, clearly stunned to see you. You let out a few chuckles and moved towards them. “Oh, you know, when I crossed the hallways, I heard the window making some weird sounds so I thought that I would check on it and surprise, surprise the window was open”, you stammered. You stood in front of Hange now and were glad that the room was to dark to see your face, “But now it’s closed so I will go now, good night Hange!”, you smiled and tried to pass them as they grabbed your arm. Your breath got stuck as you faced them. They were looking down as they said, “He told me.” Hange now lifted their head to look straight into your eyes, “Erwin told me about you two before he died.” Tears started to glitter in your eyes. “He did?”, you whispered. Hanges’s hand was now on your arm as they brushed it comforting. They nodded, “He asked me to look after you.” Your lips started to quiver. “I always thought that you’d cope well with his death.” You shook your head as your tears started to stream down your face. “I- I”, you cried, “I can’t breathe.” Hange’s arms flew around you as they hugged you tightly. Even if you whished to be embraced by a different commander, you felt like that they were send to you at the perfect time. As if someone was watching over you.

#snk erwin #erwin x y/n #erwin smut #erwin smith #erwin smith imagine #erwin smith x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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