#erwin smith angst

[riewritten]

CHAPTER 6. COUNTERATTACK

EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE — DIRECTORY

ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N | hurt/comfort, angst, mystery, childhood friends, fake marriage, modern au, parallel universe, reincarnation, mentions of canon, pining commander erwin smith, trauma, manipulation, referenced child abuse, violence, psychological torture

SUMMARY: Aggressive land grabbing from the royal government ensue from one countryside to the other, all allegedly for the prophecy: a tree, vast source of power that'd bring great abundance and prosperity to mankind, is standing among their lands. As the said prophecy holds the answer to the tragic childhood you have no memories of, the guerilla's commander pulls out something he prepared for years to help. AO3 | FANFICTION

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Levi, Isabel, you, and Erwin stayed inside the conference room after everyone in the HQ called it a night. An old vintage television is open and its news flash report further echoed the already grim mood. 

“Breaking news: Stohess citizens, abducted by rebels to avenge their comrade’s death.”

“What?!” Isabel grimaced.

“Reportedly thirteen soldiers were dead on arrival while five were injured. Citizen casualties remain unknown as they were seized before back-ups had arrived. The rebel being avenged, Petra Ral, was a university student branded as the ‘brainwashed Eldian.’ Ms. Ral was said to be killed after trying to shoot a Military Police officer,” the newscaster continued.

“So this is their game?” Isabel taunted at the air. “Bet they’d make these five soldiers who weren’t even there fool the media with sob stories of how merciless we were.”

Petra did not deserve such disdain at her name, but this time you remain composed instead of making a scene yet again. It’s not like you could do anything about it, not when the next person interviewed on the news was your former boss—the same man who berated Petra at the cafe, the same man who made you realize how desperate you were for normalcy to the point of letting a precious friend’s reputation undeservingly stepped on over and over. Your then-boss sputtered a lot of nonsense on live TV to make his exposure longer. He spoke of how barbaric Petra was, of how he regretted hiring a girl like her, and even went far as to mention your name—that you were one of the poor fellows fooled by Petra’s “so-called” kindness because, before you went AWOL, he caught you staring daggers at him which sent shivers down his spine. He even added in his final statement, “It wouldn’t surprise me if she joined the rebels, too. Petra was smart enough to brainwash students who seemed like a complete airhead like her workmate.”

The one who broke the grim atmosphere (or perhaps made it even worse) was Erwin. He chuckled, sardonically so, as if it was nothing but a noontime gag show and your then-boss was none but a stand comedian.

Levi had the face saying ‘the fuck are you laughing on’ but didn’t waste energy to tell him out loud because, after all, out of all people inside the room, Erwin would be the one to react most unkindly once your name was said in a bad light. It’s always been that way for you, even back in Mitras, so annoyingly protective even after you berate him for taking on fights that were yours to take in the first place.

Perhaps Isabel deemed the laugh utterly displeasing and felt compelled to turn off the TV and change the topic—you were her chosen target, “I actually don’t know what name to call you anymore. Would you rather go by your original name, A—”

“That is not my original name,” you grimaced but quickly regained composure because, if anything, Isabel meant no harm, “I’m sorry. I just—I don’t like the name. Please call me as it is.”

“I prefer your current name now, too! Erwin said you were the one who came up with it as a child. How did that happen, though?”

“Erwin’s aunt allowed me to do so after she adopted me. Now that I think of it,” you then turn to Erwin to ask, “You were the one who suggested to give me a new name. Did you do that to hide me from the royal family?”

“If I were Erwin, I would’ve done the same if not more. The last thing I’d want for you is to be used as collateral for a prophecy that can’t even be proven unless you die,” Isabel tapped Erwin’s shoulders. “Smart move, Er—ouch! Levi, be more gentle!”

Levi carefully tied Isabel’s hair up to tend the wounds on her back, after which he called your name to say, “The royal family and its cohorts are squeezing their brains out to find you. Not even your face as a child could be retrieved. It was as if someone intentionally ensured that your traces would be erased.”

“When I was young, everyone in the village made a precaution to not take pictures of me. I thought it’s because camera flashes could be a trigger as they could potentially be associated with explosions, but the reason is much clearer now.”

“Seems like Erwin’s family was hands-on with you.”

“Erwin himself, even,” Levi mused, “he’s been watching you all this time. Erwin and I had known each other even before you went to university. He was the one who urged me to let you in. The ‘room for rent’ poster at the university bulletin board was intended only for you to see—just so you’d think you found us all by yourself.”

Your eyes widened.

“That’s a bit creepy,” Isabel shuddered.

“Oh, it seems like you’re not fond of saying your acts of love out loud, yeah?” Levi quipped nonchalantly at the man in question. Erwin, although stoic, seemed to ask Levi what he was trying to do right now. But even before he got to, you glared at him and asked, “Is that true?” 

“It is.”

“And you didn’t tell me anything, Levi?” the next glare was for him.

“That’s my next question to Erwin,” Levi lowered his voice, darkly so. “As I said, I’m not here to mess around with whatever prophecy the royal family is brewing behind our backs. If you still don’t give us the context regarding her identity, I’m taking Isabel home with me.”

“Hey, Levi,” Isabel grimaced.

If Erwin was threatened with that, he showed no signs of it. Instead he looked at you. His gaze was silent but asking. It didn’t take you long to construe what it was: Would you like to be the one to answer? It concerns your past, after all.

“Did you really save her from those fires?”

And thus, you tried answering in his stead, “Yes. As far as my memories are concerned, he saved me, but…”

“But what?”

Try to recall it. Try to recall it.

Years ago, you saw the giant tree and witnessed Erwin crying for the first and last time, after which he started avoiding you. He started locking the door of his room so you wouldn’t enter. You thought of ways to apologize, including searching around their house for an apology gift, leading you to a newspaper clip in his father’s room. You saw the headline news of your house being burnt to shreds. Then you remembered. You remembered what really happened in that house.

What happened? You already remembered what really happened! Why couldn’t you recall it?

You just woke up blaming Erwin all of a sudden. It came to a point that Carly brought you far away from him to ease your panic attacks. She got you checked by a psychiatrist. The professional said that your brain might be formulating memories that didn’t happen.

Then…? What happened next again…? How did your relationship with Erwin get fixed again?

Erwin eventually forced himself to your new home. He lived with you and made attempts to clear the misunderstanding. He recalled the truth to you, repeatedly so, and you finally succumbed to him when he saved you from the fires in the vacant lot—a fire instigated by random kids.

That’s what had happened, right?

Then why… Why do you have a dream about Erwin instigating that fire himself to convince you, albeit forcefully, that he saved you?

What exactly have you seen that day?

“Hey,” Isabel patted your shoulder to cut your thoughts off. “You okay?”

“I am not sure,” you muttered, “I’m not sure what I’ve seen that day,” you clasped both hands on your head, wide-eyed, utterly confused. “It’s as if my brain is making up something. It’s as if it’s intentionally painting Erwin in a bad light. The voices are speaking inside my head, full of warning, even if Erwin’s the last one to hurt me out of all the people in this world.”

REALLY? IS THAT REALLY THE CASE, LITTLE FLOWER?

“People who went through horrible situations could really have foggy recollection, you know? Your brain has a reason to be like that to protect you. Don’t beat yourself up for it. Don’t force yourself to remember.” Isabel seemed really worried this time. 

REALLY? REALLY? REALLY?

Isabel’s glare tightened at Levi. Erwin’s gaze was looking on you, then to Levi not long after, “Is that what would make you stay? Forcing her past out of her—making her remember the things she had forgotten to protect her sanity—would that really help you unveil the truth of how bastard of a father Kenny was to Furlan?”

‘Don’t speak as though Furlan’s death is not connected to her identity in the first place!’ is what Levi almost said; you could see the look of disdain on his face. But his face softened as soon as he glanced at you. You wouldn’t like to hear that from him. Erwin was right. Your past is not the primary reason he and Isabel joined the guerillas. It’s to uncover Furlan’s death. 

Levi sighed, exasperated, then gave you a bottle of water. “Isabel is right. Don’t force yourself too much.”

The days went by with Levi and Erwin seemingly in a rift between each other, yet they were still able to work efficiently for the next mission.

It came to Erwin that the Military Police distributed a huge intelligence fund to find Anna. This eventually resulted in rising worries of citizens, especially women, as they felt like someone was watching them. Some condemned the Military Police for it, but some defended it and said it was all for the prosperity of Eldia and that the royal family surely knew what they were doing.

You managed to build relations with the establishments where most Military Police hang out, which led you to befriend Marie, the owner of the bar nearest to the Interior Police headquarters, and she hired you immediately when you said you’ve been trying to find a job.

“Bloody hell, I feel like every woman I’ve been fuckin’ lately could potentially be Anna,” the MP soldier hiccuped as you poured him another drink, “and that I can’t let night pass without questionin’ ’em. It’s that or my promotion at risk, y’know?”

“It must be unfortunate to be a soldier,” you lamented. “Maybe I must be grateful I settled on a job like this.”

“I also am grateful, ya see,” he giggled and scooted closer, breath reeked of beer—disgustingly so, “’cause I get to have a beauty like ya pourin’ my glass after a long, long day.”

Fortunately, Marie swatted him away from you, “That’s my girl you’re touching there.”

“Oh, why so stingy! She’s the first woman ya hired since this damn business got movin’! Lemme have my share as yer best customer!”

“I sell liquor, not women—as if it’s even ethical to sell women,” Marie rolled her eyes and, as swift as ever, collected the used glasses at the counter. “Why don’t you find that wanted girl first so you’d have your long-awaited promotion? Flirting around won’t get you there.”

“Easy for ya to say because yer husband’s already a high-rankin’ dog!” he spat. “These damn women, suckin’ higher officers’ dick off—hic—but scold low-rankin’ soldiers tailin’ ’em.” This time, he sounded like sulking to himself, although Marie could still hear it.

Poor Marie. This bar was swamped by drunkard soldiers when their reputation changed from valor to perversion due to the intelligence mission, and yet this drunk man in front of you trying to mimic Kenny’s way of talking didn’t make the nuisance lighter.

“It’s already a woman’s burden to be tailed by the likes of you and yet you still have the guts to blame us.”

“‘Ya sayin’ something?!” the man shot daggers to the now enraged Marie, “Know yer place and just keep suckin’ yer husband off after his long long day of workin’ his ass off! Just for yer damned bar!” then he spitted on the counter. “Ya thought just ’cause ya got chance doin’ business, yer already superior to us, huh? I bet ya husband’s just lettin’ you ’cause of how good you are in bed! Know yer place and—”

The whole place is rattled into silence when Marie slaps the soldier, clearly offended, eyes shaking in anger. You thought how hard it must’ve been to her all this time, to have such barbaric customers in and out of her lawn. Perhaps that’s even the main reason why she wasn’t fond of hiring women until you asked her for help.

It was even more pitiful when a group of drunk soldiers came to rescue the man. They spat curses to the both of you, of how this whole operation of finding an unknown girl has been stressing their guts, of how they would still do it anyway because they’re men who merely wanted the prosperity of Eldia—the prosperity of the women who so despised them.

Just before Marie could request security, one soldier suddenly exclaimed, “Ah! You must be that person! Hah, we found her. We found Anna!”

It was as though a bucket of ice was thrown at you. But then, their inebriated selves were looking at Marie. They claimed Marie as the wanted girl just because she defended herself against blatant disrespect. No one seems to be functioning properly because of the liquor, hence none of them would cut the commotion off. “You see, one thing we know about Anna is that she’s a child born out of the Interior Police’s operation. Some soldier fucked a woman of a powerful lineage, a lineage so powerful that it could give the holy tree!”

“What are you trying to say?!” Marie shouted back, fuming.

“So the product of that operation must be affiliated to the military, one way or another! Right, right?! Don’t you think so?! We’re all stuck in this because someone in our ranks is a snitch! That’s it! We solved it!”

His remark seemed to turn on the lightbulbs of every soldier inside the bar. Their eyes start becoming more predatory—perhaps even more desperate, because their superiors are onto nothing but “Find her, find her, find her!” recently that every woman they come across salivates their desire to get this over with.

While you’re secretly communicating with the guerilla unit near the area so they’d arrive before the commotion starts, what he said bothered you to no end. No, it didn’t just bother you—it made you remember something, and it’s the first time you have remembered something you’re sure is accurate. 

“Once she turns ten, she’ll be the royal family’s property. Don’t you get attached to her,” he says.

“No way you’d tell that to a mother like me,” she quips, voice laced with honey. “Worry not, she is aware of it herself. Aren’t you, my cute little girl?” then pinches your cheeks.

“Yes, I do! Once I turn ten, I will bless the royal family with prospre—prospreri—prospreritri—”

“It’s prosperity,” your father spats. He seems about to scold you but ends up shaking his head instead. “Nevermind. Not like it’d make a difference if you were born smart.”

“Give her some slack,” your mother quips then fondly looks at you, “don’t mind him. Daddy’s jealous because you’re special.”

“I am?”

“Yes, you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because our bloodline is special! We’re saviors capable of finding the tree and awakening its bearer! Awaking the bearer means giving prosperity to Eldia!”

“Yay! Prosprerity!”

Your mother’s laugh gets even louder, and although your father still looks annoyed, you can see him holding back a smile.

“Miss Marie, pray tell, pray tell,” a soldier hummed, “where do the rebels stay?”

“You son of a—” Marie cut herself off and shot you a glance instead. “Go get someone to fix this.”

You nodded and tried to walk away, but another soldier cornered you, “Why do you think we could let you go when you’re working alongside this woman?” then his face turned sour, “You’re a damn rebel too, aren’t you? Look at how young you are, as old as that orange bitch!”

You very much knew who he was talking about, so your rage did something unhelpful to the situation: you slapped him hard, tears in the corner of your eyes. It enraged the soldier just the same, and so he ordered, “Cuff the two of them!” You tried to defend yourselves, but twenty inebriated soldiers were still soldiers; even if you managed to knock down five of them, someone would be swift enough to point a knife at Marie’s neck. That was your cue to stop fighting. The soldier smiled sardonically, “I see you’re a good girl.”

You let yourself be cuffed, nothing ringing in your mind but vital information you gathered while staying here.

The previous week, a customer working as a clerk inside the Interior Police said that Commander Kenny’s son was a needed sacrifice for the prosperity of mankind. He mourns for him, but it must not be mistaken for Petra who died at the same age. Petra was a life wasted. Had the rebels heeded the warning to give Anna over, no one would have been killed. You asked her then, “So it was a massacre, wasn’t it?” She shrugged and answered, “Is it really relevant if we’re talking about the rebels? The government had always wanted to get rid of them. Who would budge if it really was a massacre?”

Then, two days ago, a young soldier who had just been promoted to be a part of the Interior Police valiantly said, “Someone as powerful as Anna must be kept by the authorities, but look where she is instead, in the hands of the rebels! The royal family means no harm. They need her power for their citizens’ prosperity. It must not be held by the Eldians who could abuse it!” And so you asked him, “Do you know what Anna’s power really is?” Instead, he glared at you, “Are you not attending the church every Sunday?” When you shook your head, he sighed, deeming you lower than him. The young soldier told you everything Isabel and Levi knew about the prophecy and the tree. After thirty minutes of him rambling, you finally cut him off out of annoyance. “Do you know what exactly Anna’s part is?” You then realize that the young boy doesn’t know at all. He doesn’t know a thing, yet he still holds their words dear because they’re his fellow believers, and believing them means being loyal to the royal family.

When you and Marie were all tied and surrounded by drunk soldiers pretending as though they were inside an interrogation room, you asked,” Why do you think rebels exist, Officer?”

“Because they’re incompetent and aching for war, ruining peace for their own gain. Why? Finally admitting you’re one of them? Oh, we gon’ reward you real good, then.”

“The royal government and its cohorts are the ones ruining peace for their own gain. The rebels just retaliated to defend themselves.”

Another soldier pushed him away in a glare, “Yeah? So what is your relation to them?”

“They saved me.”

“Oh, poor girl. She must’ve been brainwashed, too,” the other one sitting on the counter, about to faint, murmured while hugging his bottle. 

“Do you know where Anna is? How about the Commander? What does he look like?”

You didn’t speak. That’s something they could never squeeze out of you. The drunk soldier, much to your and Marie’s surprise, hit your head hard with the bottle. You tried your very best to gulp down your scream, tried your very best to not let the pain know because Erwin trained you for it. You felt the blood drip to your cheeks and chin until droplets of it came down to your shirt. Marie’s screams made you dizzy.

In a span of a moment, you get the urge to sleep, but something uncanny makes you alert—the longer the blood permeates the room, the darker it gets. You thought you were merely feeling things because of the head injury, but you were sure everyone else had felt it, too. The soldier who hit you looked so utterly horrified not long after. He seemed sober again. The soldier who was about to sleep just stood up to scream. The glass bottles on the shelves started clanking against each other as the tables began shaking. The barely cleaned roof showered everyone with its long-standing dust just as if they were alive and as scared as you all were. It wasn’t long for Marie to faint, too.

Out of nowhere, everyone started kneeling at you, shouting their apologies, acting as though they just angered an otherworldly entity. You looked down at them, aghast, as the concussion in your head and the blood you were losing didn’t help you comprehend the situation at hand. 

The pin of the grenade was the rats under the floor, running and running as if an onslaught was happening inside their homes. The wind reeked of corpses, of anger, of suffocating entity taking control of every molecule in the space.

“T-the voice… it’s the same feeling when the voices speak…” you murmur to yourself. You did so repeatedly as the soldiers wept harder until the door banged open. 

“Why are they kneeling and crying?” Moblit exclaimed in horror.

“No! Why are they kneeling and crying while she is tied and bleeding? Oh god, Nifa! First aid kit, please!” Hange ordered.

“Oh, y-you’re here… Thank heavens.”

However, your relief was quickly replaced with horror upon seeing Erwin’s face. It’s always been like this. Back when you two were younger, your playmates have always been so scared to play pranks at you because the first time they did, young Erwin—as you quote them—had ‘made them see hell.’ Your head dripping with blood upon his arrival would obviously warrant a situation way worse than this. You might be safe now, but nobody else is—not with this sight.

“Who’s the one responsible for this?”

You refused to answer. Perhaps out of impulse, or perhaps because you finally realized how scared you are at Erwin all this time. The voices in your head may be the deeply rooted fear for Erwin the same way your former Mitras friends had feared him.

Erwin called your name and repeated the question.

“Don’t worry too much about this. More importantly, Marie, my—”

He walked towards you. The nearer his footsteps get, the more dreadful the atmosphere becomes. “Who did that to you?” 

Everyone went silent. The weeping became quiet strains. You were just about to repeat your remark—that there are more things to worry about—but then Erwin’s gaze turned to the soldier kneeling right before you.

The same officer who hit your head with the bottle.

“Commander, the place is starting to shake,” Nifa reported as she brought him the first aid kit.

“Is there an earthquake?”

“God, it reeks of corpses,” Hange pinched their nose.

“W-what?” Nanaba muttered in horror from the outside. “The rats are all over the road.”

“What the fuck is happening?”

“Fourth squad, check if the bar owner has incurred wounds. Treat her if need be. Miche, seize the soldiers. Do it quickly. Something strange is happening. Let’s leave this place all at once.” 

“How about her…?” Hange pointed at you only for their question to be answered immediately as soon as Erwin untied you himself and applied pressure on your concussion.

With all the strength you have left inside you, you try to bargain, “D-don’t hurt the soldiers,” but his face didn’t change; hence, you repeated, “Don’t you dare hurt the soldiers, Erwin.”

Despite the whole place shaking, more stray animals panicking, and people weeping in fear, his scowl was only due to your pleas. “I loathe this attitude the most. If you ought to be too merciful of your enemies, even to the point of not holding them accountable, you might as well sit still and never join any operation again.”

“They must pay for this. We both know they must… b-but—hah,” you stammered, clearly struggling not to let the dizziness take over your consciousness. “they have information regarding Anna. I heard most of it already so—”

“So they must talk about it before bullets strike their heads.”

“No,” you stopped him from addressing your wounds to look straight in the eye, “It’s not the guerilla’s move to get swayed by their emotions, yes? You—hah—you’re the one who told me.”

If he weren’t too livid, he’d be chuckling sardonically. You almost saw him do so. “I’m not fond of repeating myself.”

He’s primarily here to ruin anyone who dared to go after you—you didn’t forget that, but it irks you. Amidst your consciousness on the precipice of leaving, anger kept you awake. How helpless have you been all this time that he naturally thought this was something to be done? And why is he depriving you of dealing with your issues now that you can do so? 

“I must be the one to do that. Don’t take it away from me.”

There, you saw a glimpse of amusement in his features.

How sweet of you, really — he might’ve thought — how pathetically kind to try and save them by taking the punishment job in his stead. It’s not like you’re entirely wrong—you have all the right to subject all the needed punishment to those who laid their hands on you. It’s just that you lack something he’s been so full of all his life: resentment. He’s not just doing this for you. It’s to satiate his anger for those who dared, and while he trusts you with all of his life, he just knew you wouldn’t be able to do it the way he wants to.

“Are you worried that they’d feel pain?”

“No. Don’t try to change this—”

“Don’t you worry, silly flower. Corpses can’t feel more pain.”

“Erwin,” you warned.

“Sleep.”

“I’d seriously leave you if you do this.”

You almost saw his features falter. Before you fainted, you heard him mutter, “I’d like to see how that goes.”

The next thing you knew, you were on the infirmary bed inside the Underground, and news of what happened at Marie’s bar terrified every single citizen of Eldia, rebels alike. Believers of the prophecy increased just as the fear of the conquest horseman did. That was also the needed confirmation for Levi and Isabel because the captured soldiers spoke in a language they only heard from you before killing themselves. 

“You told me you wouldn’t kill them!” you stormed to the conference room where Erwin and the squad leaders were meeting.

“I didn’t,” Erwin said. “Go back to your room and rest. You’re still not in your best shape.”

“You killed them, didn’t you?! I told you I’ll deal with them myself!”

“He didn’t kill them. We were there. We did interrogate them, but before they could say anything, they sputtered shit and killed themselves,” Levi snapped.

After a sigh, Erwin asked, “Would you like to sit, then? That’s what we’re talking about right now.” His offer made you look at everyone who’s just as lost. Your face flushed with embarrassment. You didn’t even get to fix your hair before storming inside. You sad down beside Levi, and Erwin finally continued. “Not only did they babble in a language we’re yet to understand, they also had the same carvings written on their bodies.”

“The same carvings written on Furlan’s corpse,” Levi begrudgingly admitted.

“So, the prophecy really might be true…” Miche pondered. “Then does that mean their land grabbing in pursuit of Eldia’s prosperity could be justified?”

“Would taking lands out of their tillers be justifiable with some dark magic in our lands? How about how the royal family’s cohorts privately named the seized lands theirs? Would the power of the tree explain that?” Levi scowled.

“There are only things we confirmed in this fiasco. First, the prophecy must be investigated further, and second, the conquest horseman born out of that tree—whoever they might be—does not side with the royal family. We must also find them to know their motives, and…” Erwin looked at Levi, “…to avenge Furlan Church, the first casualty they had brought to our ranks.”

Seems like Levi and Erwin were able to fix their rift while you were unconscious but it doesn’t change the fact that the horseman slipped away from your hands—the very being that haunted you since god knows when, and it was there on that day. You also realized it as soon as the atmosphere got uncanny and the soldiers knelt before you—oh. Oh god.

“Okay, so now, before we dig deeper, does anybody know what the prophecy entails in the first place?” Hange asked. “Sorry, I’m not a churchgoer, so…”

It was Levi who answered, “The church said that the Eldian race was once called ‘Subjects of Ymir,’ and we contain a power brought by a giant tree. The people blessed upon it, however, used the power in vain and committed atrocities all over the world, and so the whole Eldian race perished. The Church believes multiple worlds stipulate the universe, and this one we have is just one of them. The Eldian race was supposed to cease existence as their divine punishment, but a bloodline who also got power from that tree saved us from it.” 

“And perhaps we can deduce that your bloodline is related to it, no?" Miche faced you. "Your counterintelligence report at Marie’s bar confirmed that a soldier admitted your upbringing was an operation led by the royal family where one of their men copulated with a woman of the same lineage.”

“And, as far as her recollection is concerned, said parents have mentioned giving her up to the royal family once she turns ten,” Moblit added.

“And! It just so happened that the fires happened on your tenth birthday!” Hange beamed. “Oh, you powerful girl.”

“It would seem as though I did it all by myself, no?” you chuckle blankly. “Burning people into crisps, inducing fear and suicide, carving on their corpses, among many other cruel things no sane human could do…”

“No, sorry,” Hange backed off, expression softening. “That’s not what I meant at all.”

Awkward silence permeated the room until Erwin cleared his throat, “To continue where Levi left off, the royal family wants the tree back in their grasp. One report we got from Petra's team before they were killed was that the previous king, Uri Reiss, on his deathbed, dreamt of the person who had saved the Eldian race through the power of the tree. His last words were, ‘Find her and her lineage, give them gratitude, for they used the tree’s power beyond their own gains.’ The royal family then deduced that by finding this lineage, they could use the tree once again. That’s the end of their report. Nothing has been found about the operation once it took place.”

The rest of the meeting was about recalibrating tasks inside the unit, considering that the prophecy was real. As soon as they finished, you followed Erwin to his room. You ensured no one would be lurking around outside, for you were about to say something that could scare them.

“The conquest devil is living inside me. I’m sure of it. That’s why they’re finding me.”

Erwin was silent, tormentingly so, and thus you repeat louder. “The conquest devil is living inside me. Everyone must know that the threat is within their ranks. You, of all people, must know what should be done at this point.”

“You see,” Erwin called your name, “while I wouldn’t deny that, I doubt it. You were not around the area when Furlan got killed, and Marie told us everything you had said. None of them could be used against you. Meaning, you didn’t say anything unusual of your character.”

“So all I have to do is prove that it’s inside me, right? Okay, then. Worry not, Commander.” Exasperated, you opened the door to dismiss yourself, only for Erwin to stop you. “Let go, Erwin.”

“They know what the voices inside you have been saying. Levi and I made a report out of it.”

You faced him wide-eyed, yet he looked at you gently, “A-and? What did they say?”

“It didn’t raise their doubts. In fact, they were filled with sympathy.” Your grasp at the knob loosened and Erwin got the chance to close the door again. He let you register the statement for a few minutes.

“They didn’t doubt me,” you repeated. “Not a single doubt at all?”

He held your shoulders against the door and gently asked, “Wanna know why?” You really are clueless as to why. Those alone are objective facts. How could they—

“Because they know you. And you’re dear to them just as they’re dear to you. When Marie explained how you defended the guerillas without fear, Nifa even started to cry. Isabel and Levi weren’t surprised, though.” His remark silenced you, your thoughts, and your horrifying claims about yourself. It was so apparent on your face that Erwin knew he won the argument yet again.

“I still wouldn’t remove the possibility that the conquest horseman lives inside me, but… yes, I understand.”

“Yup. Do as you please.”

That’s when you start getting embarrassed at the distance. Erwin is still pressing your shoulders against the door with a smile so sweet it makes you think how privileged you must’ve been to be one of his chosen people to receive a smile like that from him, knowing well not anyone could have it even if they hardly wished so.

“In the other world, what was my name? Is it Anna?”

“Strange enough, it’s not. Why do you ask?”

“Then, is my name in the other world the same as the one I go by right now?”

Erwin nodded, and so you beamed as it confirmed that your very being was not tied to poor child Anna's fate. “I like the name Carly had given me better. Glad to know I got that name in the other worlds.” You smiled at Carly’s memory. You regret not visiting her before this catastrophe happened.

“Indeed, the name you go by now fits you more, but Carly didn’t give it to you. You were the one who came up with it when she asked.”

That reminder plucked a thorn out of your heart. It made you smile wide and sweet, the very smile Erwin likes to see. “So, you told me you saw what that tree could offer. Tell me about it.”

Erwin smiled ruefully, “I told you. It’s how beautiful you look in worlds even beyond this one.”

“Seriously, I’m not kidding around.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding around?”

You rolled your eyes, hoping it could conceal the fluster instead, “Then, who am I aside from my beauty that goes beyond different worlds?” Hell, saying it out loud sounds so embarrassing. 

However, Erwin’s smile faltered, “After you used the power granted by the tree to save the Eldian race, your existence was subjected to death and despair. In every other world, you always end up dying miserably. Even now I see that you’re still being chased by it.”

“I’m the one who—” you covered your mouth in surprise, “I’m the exact person who did all that?”

“Yes, perhaps the royal family knows by now that you’re the person they’ve been finding for so long; that’s why their search for you got even more unrelenting.”

“God, how cruel. Why am I dying repeatedly after doing that much, then?!”

“Breaking divine laws, I suppose?”

“If that isn’t a beauty that goes beyond worlds, huh!” you huffed. Erwin, however, is still smiling as if he meant praise literally. It flustered you further. Is this due to your stress? Are you perhaps seeking comfort?

“Who were you in those worlds?” 

“I’m not sure. The worlds I’ve seen are just glimpses. The only thing clear is that you were the only one in your bloodline who used the power granted to your lineage and willingly carried the consequences tied to it.”

That’s sad to know, yet deep inside you, you’d still choose that path if that meant Erwin and all of your loved ones would not cease to exist.

“What are we in those worlds, then? Did we also know each other in childhood?"

“Uh… It's a bit more complicated than that.”

“Okay, what are we to each other based on the glimpses you’ve seen?”

He seemed to hesitate at one point, but perhaps saying it out loud made his smile return, “My lovely wife, that’s who you are back there.”

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[spectorbear]

— strangers (soulmates) part 2

pairing: erwin smith x f!reader

summary: erwin smith was the embodiment of intimation, money, and power. and you were his personal assistant.

genre: office au; slow burn, smut, angst

word count: 1.4k

warnings/notes: swearing, no real warnings for this part; purely part of the slow burn of it all!

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THE SUN HAD LONG PASSED THE SKY, leaving the blues of the moon to dance along the place. You were still in the office, finishing up last minute details before the weekend.

Work has been intense the past week. With several new (huge) business deals, new hires, and events planned… you haven’t had time to breathe. Erwin was at the peak of all things, which meant you managed both him and you. Usually, you and Moblit go out on Saturdays to relax and talk about literally anything other than work. But with everything going on in both of your departments, you thought about just having a relaxing weekend without leaving the apartment. 

You went into Erwin’s office briefly to place a folder on his desk. It was always extremely clean and organized, with big windows overlooking the neon city. His desk was meticulously organized, paperwork stacked in specific piles and pens placed perfectly. Bookshelves lined the walls, full of thick books and sorted by author. He even had a few potted plants around the room. 

You were just about to leave when you heard ringing. You checked your pockets; it wasn’t your cell or work phone. Twisting back around, you found Erwin’s work cell ringing on the edge of his desk. 

Maybe you should leave it. But you were his personal assistant… you could just answer it and say that he was out of the office and leave a message for him. It must have been important if they were calling this late.

Deciding against better judgment, “Mr. Smith’s phone, this is his assistant.” You answered, placing the work phone to your ear and prepping a pen and sticky note. “Mr. Smith is not in the office right now, but I can leave a message for him.”

“I told you she’d answer!” Hange giggled on the other end. The music was loud, conversations of strangers muffled, and clanging of glasses echoed. They must be at a bar. 

“What’s going on, Hange?” You asked, dropping your customer service voice and prepared pen. You were worried at first, thinking it was a work emergency. But, with them still being at the bar, you were more worried about a personal or medical emergency. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything is fine!” Hange giggled. “Kind of! Levi is here! Say hi, Levi!” There was a pause with no reply. “Oh, he’s being annoying! Anyway, I think you should come here!”

You sighed. “I’m about to leave the office and go home, Hang. I’ll see you on Monday.”

As you were moving the phone back to hang up, Erwin’s voice made you pull it back. He must have been away, leaving Hange and their friend behind. “Who are you calling?”

“No one!” Hange giggled, their voice in a sing-song tone.

There was movement on the other side, a pause, mumbled arguing, and then Erwin Smith was speaking to you. “I apologize for them. I realize that I should not have left them unattended. Please enjoy your night.” He paused. “You are still at the office?”

“Yes. I was just leaving, but your work phone rang.” You answered, slipping into your polite voice that you always had with him. He was your superior after all. 

“That was my fault. I must have left it when I returned earlier.” He replied. Another pause. Someone was saying something to him. “I do not want to bother you as you are leaving the office, especially after I had already told you to go home, but is there a chance you could bring me that phone? We are at Scouts and I might need that phone over the weekend. I apologize for this.”

You sucked in a breath as if you were just waterboarded and they released the cloth. Something about the tone in his voice automatically coursed through you. Like your body adjusts to being in the office and on the clock just by his presence alone. 

“Yes, sir. I can be there in fifteen.”

“I appreciate it. I shall see you soon.”

You hung up. 

And immediately called Moblit.

YOU WERE SHAKING AS YOU DROVE. Moblit had talked to you briefly, laughing hysterically at the thought of Erwin and Hange getting drunk with a college friend. He was doing something with his roommates, so he didn’t stay on the phone for long, and told you to catch him up on the “state of them” when you go out for drinks the next day.

You arrived at the Scouts bar and parked to the side. It was a Friday night, so there were plenty of people that littered the bar and the parking lot outside. It was common for office workers or college students to prowl the bar; it was even the usual spot you and Moblit went to on Saturdays. 

Locking the car, you entered the bar. Scanning the crowd, you found your boss instantly. 

He was a sunflower in a lavender field. Tall, bright, and commanding attention. He stood against a booth, leaning against the ledge meant for hanging coats. He was deep in a conversation with someone whose back was toward you. It was almost strange, seeing him talk casually and intoxicated. He was full of smiles, which brought a warmth to him that you’d never witnessed, and his arms crossed across his chest showed an array of muscles that you never noticed. 

Erwin’s eyes looked up briefly and caught yours. He didn’t motion, didn’t drop his smile. He simply watched you as you navigated through the crowded bar towards him.

“Here’s your phone, Sir.” You said when you reached his side. You had to speak a little loud over the music, but he seemed to hear you just fine. He grabbed the phone without looking at it. His eyes were focused on you.

“Levi,” Erwin turned his attention away from you to the person he was talking to in the booth. “This is my assistant.”

You turned around to finally see the Levi person that was the topic of the day. He was nursing a Scotch, leaning back against the cushion of the booth. He was the opposite of Erwin: dark, glooming. But they both had a similar aura of authority. Something commanding in a presence that you couldn’t quite place. 

“I see.” Was all Levi said while looking at you. 

Your name echoed behind you just as Erwin was starting to say something. For a split moment, you thought that you might see someone you went to university with and mentally prepared for the “oh my God, how are you, what are you up to now?” conversation that seems to always follow post-grad. But instead, you were nearly tackled by Hange Zoe.

“I forgot you were coming!”

“Hang, I was on the phone with you less than fifteen minutes ago.” You couldn’t help giggling. You weren’t used to seeing them like this. 

“You should stay!” They put their arm around your shoulder as you looked to your boss, who seemed to find the interaction fascinating. He still had his arms crossed, shirt sleeves rolled up just past his elbows, and he looked at you and Hange with a look in his eye that you couldn’t quite place. Interest? Confusion? “Have a few drinks with us!”

“It’s late and I am just getting out of the office.” You were so close to Hange’s face that you could smell the vodka in their breath. “I was only stopping by on my way home. Maybe some other time, okay?”

“Awh,” They pouted. Only for a moment, however, because they quickly found solace in plopping in the booth next to Levi and rambled to him about something you couldn't make out over the music. 

“I should go.” You said to Erwin. 

He finally stopped leaning against the booth and stood straight in front of you, revealing his full height. “Let me walk you out.”

You nodded, unable to answer. He nodded to Levi and Hange before leading you back to the door. You followed without a single thought, easily slipping into your position a few paces behind him. It was common for you to follow him like this. It was unspoken. Natural.

The brisk midnight air hit your face as he walked you to your car. The parking lot had a lot less people, but you could still see the stragglers and a few groups waiting on Ubers. 

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to walk me out.” You told him, opening your car door but not getting in. He stood in front of your door near your headlight, placing his hands in his pant pockets. “I hope you have a good weekend, Sir.”

“You do not have to refer to me by that outside of work.” Erwin said. You froze. “Sir, I mean. You can call me Erwin. We are both off of the clock. You are not my subordinate or assistant right now.”

You blinked. You didn’t know what to say. There was something different about him tonight. You had always felt breathless around him, but now you were speechless too. You had never talked to him this much outside of work-related topics or at work until tonight. You’ve had brief conversations before, sure, but never anything that goes beyond something you’d have in your resume. 

But tonight he told you to go home early. He worried about the amount of work he’d been giving you. He asked you to bring him something outside of work hours. He said the words “I apologize for this” to you. And now… now he was telling you that outside of work, you can drop the honorific you gave him. 

Maybe he was drunk and you couldn’t tell. 

“Okay.” Was all you could say. 

He nodded as a confirmation that he heard you. He took a step back from your car, and gave a simple, “Thank you for bringing my phone. I’ll see you Monday.” before heading back into the bar.

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[kentoberry]

THREE DAYS — ERWIN SMITH.

⭒— SUMMARY · after the battle to retake wall maria, you have to find a way to cope.

⭒— CONTENT · angst. major character death. season three spoilers. grieving. pregnancy. mentions of sickness / throwing up. some depression symptoms. minors dni with my blog.

it's been three days since the battle to retake wall maria. three days since you last saw erwin. three days that you've been isolating yourself from everyone else.

hange was the only one that had seen you. they stopped by your room to inform you that they were heading to investigate grisha yaeger's basement with levi and some of the cadets, as well as to drop you off some food.

everyone had lost a lot on that day, regardless of what humanity had gained. losing erwin had taken its toll, that much was clear. you'd never exactly defined your relationship, both terrified that if you put a label on it and subsequently one of you got hurt beyond a point of recovery, the other wouldn't be able to handle it. this was an unspoken agreement.

despite that, everybody in the scout regimen knew about your feelings for one another. from the way that erwin looked out for you on expeditions to the longing gazes you exchanged: the love that you shared was blatantly clear. you even stayed in one another's quarters most nights.

since returning back, you hadn't left your room. by some miracle, you'd escaped the battle relatively unscathed — something within you wanted to say it was erwin's spirit watching over you. you didn't know how to process him not being by your side.

you missed waking up to his rough morning voice, the way that he'd wrap his arms around you from behind whilst you made a morning tea. even the way that you'd been throwing up non-stop had reminded you of when you'd contracted a stomach bug and erwin refused to leave you alone. he'd hold your hair and rub your back whilst you were bent over the toilet, cook you soup just the way he remembered his mother making it.

a couple of knocks on the door broke you out of your thoughts.

you croaked a meek "come in", not even bothering to make yourself look presentable. hange made their way over to you, perching themself on the edge of your mattress. they opened their arms, pulling you in. you obliged.

tears began to pool in your eyes at the display of affection. despite hange's guilt that they would be taking over erwin's position in the military ranks, they were only there to comfort you as a friend. plus, they were there during erwin's final moments. part of you was glad that you weren't, not knowing how you would have coped, but at the same time you wished you could have been with him. you could have told him how you felt. held his hand. made sure it was peaceful. god, you don't know what you would do if you ever found out that he met a painful end.

"i'm sorry," hange mumbled. they were holding back their own tears, both due to what happened to erwin and seeing you so fucking broken. surely there was something they could have done to prevent it. "if it's any consolation, he talked about you. he had us promise to keep you safe, no matter what. erwin deeply cared about you, you know?"

the usual spunk in their voice was absent. you wrapped your arms around them, finally letting the dam break and sobbing into their shoulder. each time you opened your mouth to speak, all that came out where incoherent blubbers. regardless, hange held onto you and did their best to soothe you.

"have you eaten?" they asked once you had calmed down a little. you shook your head. "is there anything i can get you?"

"'ve jus' been throwing it up, hange," you confessed.

"oh, sweetheart... do you think you're sick? i can walk with you to the infirmary? or i can bring a doctor here-"

"no, 's okay. 've just been tired, but i guess it's the weight of the last few days..."

hange felt something was off, so they continued to press you a little bit. "i don't want to pry, but when was the last time that you and erwin..." they scratched the back of their neck, slightly uncomfortable. it was out of character, sure, but everything over the last few days had been turned on its head anyways.

"fuck." you whispered. your hand instantly cupped your lower stomach. "you're not saying that..." you trailed off. it was like a puzzle piece clicking into place. you'd been nauseous mostly in the mornings and evenings. you missed your period, though assumed it to be a result of stress due to work.

neither of you said anything, letting it sink in. before you knew it, you were sobbing again. if your mind wasn't already swarming with a billion thoughts, it certainly was now. though in the midst of all of it, you were somewhat comforted by the little thing growing in your stomach. it was almost as if you still had a piece of erwin with you. hange was in front of you, a few steps away, yet you could have sworn you felt a hand on your shoulder followed by an overwhelming warmth inside of you. it was as if erwin was right next to you, whispering that it'll all be okay.

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[beneathashadytree]

ERWIN SMITH MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Lilies (oneshot)

Behave (oneshot)

Farewell (oneshot)

Much-Needed Reassurance (oneshot)

Seashell Vows (oneshot)

Crave (oneshot)

Tight Fit (oneshot)

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[aulophobus]

His office, as he left it.

Oops my hand slipped:(

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[koulakoukoula2003]

Smile (Alpha!Erwin Smith x Omega!Reader)

no this is not a smutty abomination of literature (lmao) I just took the omegaverse and pumped it with all the potential for angst and drama that it has. wrote this like three months ago and idek what that is, don't ask for part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Erwin x Omega!Reader Genre: angst, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics TW: there are nsfw elements but no smut, but still MDNI, plus dubcon. Summary: You're an omega who wants to be asexual, but YOU CAN'T CUZ SOCIETY IS EVIL- ahem

“Erwin Smith’s omega? You mean the omega that loves her piano more than she loves her alpha?”

They were talking about you. They always did. You ignored them and everyone else. You were just so good at ignoring people. Your piano made you happy. It made you happy more than anything. It helped silence them. It helped ignoring them and the voices inside your mind. It kept you sane in this insane world. In this life that you hadn’t chosen.

Born as an omega, the very bottom of the food chain, you couldn’t get more inferior. And of course, you hadn’t had a say when Erwin Smith chose you. You told yourself in time, you’d learn to love him, but it was now proven impossible

You couldn’t walk out. You couldn’t have any friends. You couldn’t have any freedom at all. He provided for you, and being the rich political head that he was, you were in a better state than most omegas in this world. You were lucky.

You knew that. You were such a well-behaved little bitch. You had let him bond you. You had accepted your fate. Always there for him to treat his rut, legs spread, pussy soaking wet. Always there for him to treat his insatiable needs. You gave him everything you could and he gave you the world but restricted you off freedom.

But that was alright. Your piano, your music, it made you happy. So you played. Stuck in a room all day, every day, not allowed to walk out, you played. Around twelve hours per day, every day, you practiced, you mastered the hardest pieces ever written. If the world ever heard you play, they’d call you a miracle.

But you were an omega and you had to be kept hidden.

“Do you love me?” He asked you once. Head laid on his chest, his arms around you. You wanted to get back up. You wanted to rush to your music room and stay there for hours. You didn’t want to talk to him, face him, answer his questions.

But you were smart. You could respond, without actually responding.

“You take care of me... you protect me, and for that you have my love and dedication.” You pulled yourself off his chest and you sat at the edge of the bed ready to pick yourself back up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go practice.”

You were gone before he knew it. You were unhappy, he could tell, he wasn’t an idiot. If anything, Erwin Smith was one of the smartest people to have walked this planet, but something told him you were smarter, and it was unfortunate for an omega to be smarter than they should be. An omega should be submissive and dumb and only allowing their alpha to make all the decisions, all the leading.

But all you ever felt for him was gratitude, nothing more, nothing less. There was no love. No affection. He kissed you like he loved you, but you only kissed him back because your biology insisted you do. You only gave yourself to him because your omega body responded to his stimulation, his pheromones, his touch.

You urged yourself to stop thinking about it when you sat down on the bench of your piano. You had kindly asked him to never bother you when you were playing and he had respected your wish, but sometimes he walked in anyway.

Some other times he watched you play unannounced. It was only in those times when he saw a smile on your face. You were happy beneath his roof only when you were playing that expensive, long, black grand piano that he had bought for you. You never smiled at him, even when he was hugging you, kissing you, petting you, grooming you. But you did smile down at your fingers that so skilfully caressed the white and black keys.

You were closing your eyes too. Your fingers had learned to press all the right notes even when you were not looking. That’s what hours upon hours of practicing did to you. Pure satisfaction lay on your face. Even when he pulled the most mind-blowing orgasms out of you, you didn’t have that look in your eyes. He could never really satisfy you, could he? You didn’t hate him. You were grateful, but you weren’t happy, and you were failing to pretend like you were.

He shouldn’t care about it. Most omegas weren’t happy, and their alphas never really cared. It was the prime example of how cruel your world was. But you were Erwin Smith’s omega and he loved you. Even when you didn’t – even when you couldn’t return that feeling, he loved you and he wanted you to smile like this when you looked at him. He wanted you respond to his touch, his wishes, his everything in the same way you were responding on a literally lifeless piece of furniture.

He had no idea, that it wasn’t lifeless at all. It was that black, wooden piece of furniture that kept you sane.

You wanted to become a musician. You wanted to perform in front of grand audiences. You wanted to compose music for movies, series, theatre, musicals, anything. You knew how to. Erwin bought you everything you needed. Books on composing and music theory, and piano sheets, etudes, preludes, piano concertos, anything you wanted. You had an entire bookcase to fill with them. He never denied you. Those books made you happy. Happier than he was managing to make you.

You were grateful for him, and you showed it. You never said no. You never resisted him when he wanted to take you. You let him do whatever he wanted to you.

But you just never smiled.

You did now as he watched you. He was to your side, by the entrance of the room, still out of your eyesight. He pressed his weight on the doorframe and crossed his arms against his chest as he watched you. That excited glim in your eyes and that smile on your lips that he just never seemed to coax out of you.

You were so engrossed in it, you hadn’t even caught his scent as if he didn’t even matter.

“That was beautiful, y/n,” he said when you finished playing and you gasped, jumping in place. Maybe you hadn’t even noticed him at all.

“E- Erwin, I-”

“I’ve never heard you play that before.” He cut you.

You looked away from him and instead you looked down at the keys. “It’s mine.”

He hummed and approached you. His sweet little omega was so talented, so smart, he wouldn’t want you any other way. He had been with so many omegas before you. All of them, so very beautiful, but dumb and foolish. What they had in beauty, they lacked in brains. But you had both. Both breathtaking and smart, educated, daring, brave. Only a select few of omegas were ever admitted to universities and the poorer ones only managed through with competitions that challenged their intelligence.

You were one of them.

You didn’t study music. You got a general degree on biosciences, planning to go further on more specialised subjects for a Master’s degree, then even a doctoral. You wanted to achieve. You had this thirst to do things, learn things, gather degrees, become so educated, so smart, so better.

You were obsessed with being better and he had that same obsession, that same itch. He saw it on you when he handed you your degree, that day, at that large hall of the university where the ceremony was held. You were the only omega student in the entire university. He was a guest – being the political influence that he was – it was an honour to have Erwin Smith hand you your degrees in front of an audience.

An honour for the others – a curse for you.

When he asked for your hand, your parents didn’t really have any room to complain. They owned but a small business that was getting bankrupt the one day, and the other, it grew into a multistore chain. Your dreams didn’t really matter to your parents, so they gave you away to this man and there was no room for objections.

You didn’t object. You knew your place. You’d get married off anyway someday to some alpha that you never knew, but this one had all the right things. Riches, fortune, influence, power. You cried a few nights, stayed away from him even when you were sleeping on the same bed.

Five years later, you came around though. That’s how your newly discovered obsession with music started.

It was your escape from a life you’d never chosen.

You felt his arms wrap around you from the back and your smile disappeared entirely. You just stared blankly on that sheet that laid spread on your piano. It was as easy to resist his pheromones as ever. No one’s scent ever really relaxed you to the point of submission. You were apathic somehow. An omega who didn’t feel. A freak of nature.

Erwin buried his face in the back of your neck. He smelled your sweet scent. Despite your apathy, your body produced the right pheromones. Sweet and pliant and submissive, even though you didn’t feel like it. He pressed a kiss on the scent gland beneath your ear. He bit down there gently, and you shivered all over. His domineering scent made your mind hazy. You threw your head back for him. Your body, submitted without you consenting.

“Smile for me, omega,” he spoke against your ear.

Voice, commanding, and breath, warm. It was an order. Your body complied to all the orders your alpha gave you. A smile twitched on your lips, but it was the farthest from genuine. He growled unsatisfied, disappointed. He bit down harshly on your neck, and you whimpered. Your fake smile instantly disappeared.

He grabbed you and flipped your body to face him. He was angry. You could smell it in him. Was he going to beat you? He’d never done it, but you were preparing yourself for anything. What did you do wrong? You hadn’t really done anything wrong, had you? You pulled your heartstrings, and you smiled for him. You tried. You tried your best. You couldn’t smile genuinely. The only genuine thing you could do was cry.

“I tried! I tried! I’m so sorry, alpha, please forgive me, I tried…” you dropped on your knees for him, clutching on his leg, pressing your face on his knee.

Tears ran down your cheeks. You were trembling. What the hell did you think would happen? Did you think that he’d beat you? You’ve been five fucking years with him, you had let him bond you, had you not learned anything about him at all? He wasn’t that kind of man and he had shown you over and over. He never, ever beat you. Why were you like this? So weak, and frightened and apologising over nothing.

He petted your hair as he watched you clutch on his leg. You wept and sniffled, but you weren’t weeping for him. You didn’t give a single damn whether he was satisfied with you or not. You were weeping for yourself and your fate and that life that you didn’t want.

“You look so beautiful when you cry, little omega.” His compliment made you purr, rubbing your cheek on his leg, your omega instincts, delighted. He caught your chin, urging you to look up at him with those bright eyes and the shiny, stained cheeks. Even when you cried you were so beautiful indeed. He wiped your cheeks with his large thumb, ending up in tracing your lower lip. “But you would’ve been much more beautiful if you smiled truthfully.” He sighed, watching you as you sniffled and released a new warm set of tears down your cheeks. “What do I have to do to make you happy?”

Anything. He’d do anything for you. Was it money you wanted? He had plenty. Was it dresses? Houses? Expensive cars, vacations, clothing, shopping sprees? Anything. But it was none of that, was it?

“I- I- I am happy! You don’t need to do anything, sir, I’m- I’m grateful for everything you do for me-”

“Bullshit, omega.” He growled and you whimpered.

He had to keep his anger in place. He wrapped his arms around you, and he picked you up from the floor as if you weighed nothing. You were lying to him. You always lied when it came to yourself and your happiness. Even when you were in your heat, you didn’t seek for him. You didn’t cling on him. You preferred to sit on the bed, alone, burning in fever or touching yourself silly. And when he’d come back from work, it’d be over. He’d just find you lying on his bed, sleeping exhausted and weak.

Thirst unquenched, and frustrated. You were denying yourself of your own nature. You were forcing yourself towards asexuality. That was impossible for a creature like you. An omega is simply made for the sole purpose of birthing children and staying home, keeping her legs parted for her alpha. Sexuality was all your very existence was about, but you seemed to have almost convinced yourself that you weren’t melting every time he touched you. Every time you heard his voice.

But you gave in this time. His scent flooded your mind, your surroundings, forcing you to submit and his skin was warm. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and you basked in the warmth of his body, burying your face in his neck, shutting your eyes, drawing in all the comfort. His scent was a drug in times like this, only working to make you hazy and let him do with your body as he pleased. But he wasn’t planning to fuck you now. He just wanted you to stop resisting the happiness that he was bringing you.

“You’re resisting me, y/n.” He spoke against your ear. Voice thick, and his nose, nuzzling beneath your ear, drawing in your sweet scent that started to mellow down. Your legs tightened around his waist, burying your face deeper into his neck, clutching your nails on the skin of his shoulders, his back, his chest.

He spoke your name to your biggest surprise. He had been neglecting your name as if it didn’t even matter. And maybe it didn’t. You were Erwin Smith’s omega and that was all the title that everybody used on you.

“I’m not resisting you, I’ve never resisted you-”

“A bond is not all about sex, y/n.” He cupped your cheek urging you to pull back and look at him. “I want you to open up to me. Tell me how you really feel. Tell me what I can do to make you happy.”

“Even if I tell you, you can’t give it to me.”

He buried his fingers in your hair, still holding your entire body up against him with minimal effort. “A true alpha is happy when his omega is happy because you’re my mate and we’re connected. I am a man who keeps his word.”

That was true. If anything, he wasn’t one to break a promise. But still, he could give her everything, but not that. “I want to be free.” You said. Tears filled your eyes again, but you didn’t let them drop and his eyes widened even though he expected that answer. You shook your head. “But I can’t have that. No omega can.”

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The Other Woman - Erwin Smith

Hi everyone! I don't know if this will become a series or stay as a standalone/one-shot... My first piece of original work and oh my gosh it took me forever! 😅 But let me know what you guys think 😊 Feedback is always welcome!

Sara 💙x

Minors DNI!

TW/CW: Jealous Erwin, angst, hurt, no comfort, physical violence (a small fight between Erwin and Levi, few punches are thrown), mentions of blood (bloody nose and lip from the fight), no sex/smut, implied female reader (reader gets called mama by her son). Let me know if I missed anything!

Erwin and you married out of convenience, mainly for the sake of his son, after his wife left him for another man. You barely have a relationship outside of your marriage certificate. You were able to become a mother to Erwin's son, but never a wife for Erwin. You tried your hardest initially, your efforts starting to fizzle and this doesn't go unnoticed.

Icy blue eyes watch you through the opened glass doors into the kitchen. You’re standing over the stove set in the kitchen island facing the garden, with a dark haired and usually stoic man. He watches the two of you standing close to one another, looking into the pot you had on the stove while you add ingredients. The owner of the blue eyes clenches his fists watching his friend step a little closer to you pointing towards the pot. Too close for his liking. The man pulls back slightly, using his hand to lean on the counter by the stove, nodding at whatever you’re telling him. You turn to him with a warm smile which reaches your eyes. This irks the former man. It pisses him off even more watching his friend laugh back at something you say. He grits his teeth watching you both laugh with one another. 

“Ain’t that right Erwin. Erwin?” Erwin doesn’t hear the calls from his friend beside him. His mind is too focused on the scene in front of him. 

"Hey man!" The blond feels a sharp sting on his upper left up, now directing his growing rage elsewhere.

"What the fuck Miche!" He yells, turning to the culprit.

"Hey! Language!" Miche yells back. "There are kids present, asshole", gesturing with his head to their children running around in front of them.

Erwin just rolls his eyes and looks straight ahead again. He sips his drink, watching you both over the rim of his plastic cup. Miche catches the look on Erwin's face and follows his gaze. 

Levi helps you take down some teacups and saucers. You both chatter and laugh as you pour the tea you've been brewing on the stove. Miche glances back at his friend and smirks when he sees his bushy brows furrowed. He turns to his other side nudging Hange, who was tending to her babbling baby. She follows the dirty blond's pointed thumb and the both begin to quietly chuckle. Miche gives Hange a knowing look while wiggling his eyebrows and grinning like the Cheshire cat. They both try to stifle their laughter, as if they're a bunch of teens and not middle aged adults.

"Aahhh, would you look at that Hange", Miche says dramatically gesturing towards the open kitchen on the opposite side of the garden.

"I don't think I've ever seen Levi crack a smile, let alone laugh like that. Isn't that nice Erwin?".

When the fuck did you learn to laugh Ackerman? And what is that funny? It's just tea? Erwin just continues to internally question the scene, the cup in his hand starting to fold and crush in his grip. 

"Y/N seems to have broken past his boring walls and cold exterior." Erwin scoffs lightly. Miche continues to playfully provoke his friend, Hange watching smiling, slightly shaking her head. 

"And how can she not? She's great! She's amazing and just so full of life. And not to mention beautiful", Miche exaggerates, not that he didn't agree or believe his own statements. From the very beginning, you created a great impression on Erwin's friends and colleagues. They admire you for who you are and what you do. “You, my friend, are a lucky man. Hange, why didn’t we get a tea party invite in the kitchen?” Miche knowingly continued to wind up his friend. 

“Miche, can you just shut the fuck up”. 

“Language!”

“Language!” Hange and Miche yell at Erwin in unison. 

“Listen Smith, right now, I’m not your subordinate. I am your friend enjoying your nice little garden party, pool party, whatever this nice thing is”, Miche says, using his cup to gesture towards the intimate group of family and friends surrounding the garden. He playfully smacks Erwins shoulder, causing the latter to swat his hand away.

“And what’s up your ass anyway? Just relax.” Miche relaxes himself back into the poolside lounge chair. 

“Focus on your own wife, not mine” Erwin spits back, getting more and more agitated. 

“Actually, Nanaba would agree. And, do I smell” Miche deeply inhales through his nose, waving air towards himself, “jealousy?”

Hange snorts as Erwin shoots a cold glare at Miche’s mischievous face, irritating him even more knowing he fell for his trap. He watches his annoying friend relax further in his chair, hands behind his head, eyes closed. 

“You reek of it friend”. Miche smiles cheekily, opening one eye to catch Erwin’s reaction who starts gritting his teeth.

“Miche, you fu--”

“Daddy!” a small 5 year old launches himself onto his father, thankfully interrupting his profanity. 

“Hey my sweet boy”, Erwin’s mood immediately lightens, placing his little boy on his lap.

“Daddy, can I have a new popsicle. Pleeaasse! I dropped mines.” he pouts.

“Sure bud.” He says smiling at his son, brushing his messy hair away from his eyes. 

Erwin glances at your direction. Levi and you are now sitting on the patio chairs just outside the kitchen. Levi shows you something on his phone and you lean in to see. Erwin feels his eye twitch. He shakes off the gnawing feeling and asks the little boy “Elysian, why don’t we go ask mama?”

“Yeah Elys, and ask your mom to get one for your dad too. I think he’s feeling a little hot”. 

Miche looks smug while Hange laughs at him, causing her baby to laugh at her. Elysian, not understanding what the adults were laughing about, giggles with them.

“You’re silly Uncle Miche!” Miche dramatically gasps as Erwin agrees, standing up with the boy.

The father and son cross the garden towards you. The closer they get, the clearer you get. Your soft hair. Your skin, glowing under the sun. Your delicate fingers raising your cup to your plush smiling lips, making the bangles and bracelets on your wrist tinkle. Your tongue peeks out slightly past your lips to lick off any remnants of your hot beverage. The tall man didn’t realise he had slowed his pace to just look at you longer, until his impatient son wriggled in his arms pleading him to hurry.

“I’m just saying, I don’t get why people keep calling chai ‘chai tea’. Chai is tea! You’re just saying tea twice!” you exclaim. Levi chuckles at your little outburst. 

“I agree with you,” he nods, “It sounds silly”

Erwin approaches the patio, subtly looking between you both. Your chatter falls, as does your laughter to a gentle smile. Your husband notices your face heat up slightly when you meet his eyes.

Oh, did I interrupt their little date? Erwin assumes.

“Mama” Elysian calls for you wiggling out of his fathers grip. 

“Yes my love?” you beam at your little boy, looking so angelic.

“Daddy says I can get a new popsicle because I dropped mine and he said I can get one but I have to ask you so mama please can I get a new one please!”

You laugh at his frantic plea for a new popsicle.

“Okay, okay. Slow down. And of course we can, baby.” You stand up taking his hand and turn back in towards the kitchen. 

“You two seem to get on like a house on fire.” Levi just rolls his eyes and carries on sipping his tea, while his friend moves to sit beside him. Levi can tell by the way Erwin spoke, he wasn't trying to be friendly.

“What? Did I interrupt your little tea date?” Erwin says with a bit more edge in his voice.

Levi turns around to make sure you’re far away enough, before turning back to Erwin frowning.

“What are you doing right now Erwin?” he asks in a low voice, frowning at his friend. Erwin just grimaces.

“You know what, man? Don’t even answer that. What? She can’t smile and enjoy a conversation?”. Erwin just scowls at the dark haired man.

“Have you ever sat down and had a proper conversation with her? Or made her smile even once? Answer that.”

“Levi, you’re fucking pushing it right now” he grits in response.

Levi pushes himself away from the deck table standing up.

“Whatever. I was just being nice, I think she deserves that. Not my fault you got pissy watching her be happy in the last 2 hours with someone other than yourself. More than what you've given her in the last 2 years with you.”

That does it. 

It happens so quickly. Erwin’s chair falls back with so much force as he stands up grabbing Levi’s collar with one hand, and landing a punch on his face with the other. He doesn’t hear the gasps from everyone as Levi shoves him back and lands a punch of his own. Moblit and Miche race across the garden to separate the two men, who were still trying to reach and grab for the other. You race out of the kitchen hearing the commotion with Elysian in your arms. You watch the two supposedly best friends try and lunge for each other. 

“Nanaba, please take Elysian. And can you and Hange take everyone inside.” Nanaba nods at your instructions. You quickly pass your son over while he worriedly asks what’s wrong with his dad and uncle Levi. 

“What the hell are you both doing!” Neither men answer you, as they push forward to each other while getting pulled back by their other friends. 

“Erwin! Stop it!” You rush up to Erwin, pushing against his chest. Both men halt immediately, not wanting you to get caught in the crossfire. He looks down at you, his chest heaving and his usually neat hair, now a mess. You look up at his reddened face, your eyes widen with concern seeing blood under one of his nostrils and corner of his mouth. You catch the placement of your hands on his chest and remove them as though they burned. You turn to Levi gasping out loud seeing his busted lip and newly bruised face. 

“Oh my god! Your face Levi.” You step a little closer to get a better look. Your concerned face turns to anger looking between the two men, hands on your hips.

“What is wrong with you two? Fighting like some kids in a playground!” You reprimand them as they sheepishly look anywhere but at you. You let out a frustrated sigh picking up the fallen chairs. 

“You, sit.” You firmly push Levi down onto one of the seats by his shoulder. He doesn’t resist as you gently lift his face to inspect the damage. Erwin feels himself burn up again watching you tend to his so called best friend first. You hiss slightly at the sight before instructing Miche to get the abandoned popsicle on the kitchen counter and the first aid kit. 

“Miche can you take care of this one here please”.

“Yes ma’am”, he responds, placing the popsicle on Levi’s sulking face.

“Gently!”

You turn to Erwin with a stern look. 

“And you, with me. Now.” 

Erwin just stares at you with a blank expression. Have you always looked like this? He subtly scans your face, eyes stopping on your moving lips. Not hearing a word you’re saying, the tall man feels anger burn to desire. 

“Oh for God sake”. You grab Erwin by the wrist and drag him through the house past your friends. Erwin follows behind you like a big child as you lead him upstairs to the bedroom away from prying eyes. Once you’re both in, you push him gently to sit on the edge of the bed. You walk to the connected bathroom to get the first aid supplies. His eyes never once leave you. He watches you from the bed as you move about the bathroom grabbing what you need. 

Coming back into the room, you take a seat beside Erwin. You start to lift a damp cloth to clean his face but Erwin grasps your wrist.

“Y/N, I-” he starts.

“Erwin, can you just shut up for once and let me do this!” you interrupt him leaving him stunned at your outburst. You’ve never raised your voice at him before, not even Elysian. You always speak so gently, even when he’s wrong and raising his own voice. He releases his grip and lets you clean his face. You gently wipe away the blood from his nose and mouth. Erwin lets out a hiss when you apply the antiseptic, grabbing your hand again. 

He lets go as you both awkwardly say sorry to one another. You clear your throat standing up to clean up the mess. 

“What the hell even was that down there? Why were you guys at each other's throats like that? In front of everybody! The kids, your friends and colleagues.”

Erwin looks away, frowning, not knowing how to tell you the reason for getting in a fist fight with his friend. 

“He was talking shit. So I…” He explains quietly, still avoiding eye contact like a child getting in trouble. He definitely isn’t used to being like this. He’s usually the one giving the lectures and orders.

“Sorry? He what?” you question not hearing, or believing, what came out of your husband's mouth.

Erwin huffs before repeating himself. “He was talking shit, so I hit him.”

You stare in disbelief as Erwin waits for you to respond.

“Levi? Levi, was talking shit? What exactly did he say for you to hit him?”

“What? You think Levi can’t talk crap?” Erwin retorted.

“I’m not saying that he can’t. It’s just not like him to talk nonsense that bad, for someone to want to hit him.” You calmly respond.

“You’re really defending him? The little prick started it. And he got a good hit on me too” Erwin feels himself getting riled up again. You sigh, taking the first aid materials back to the bathroom, not wanting to get into a baseless argument.

“I think you should just stay up here for a while and come down a little later. I’ll go check on Levi and the others. Make sure he's okay”. You start to walk past Erwin to leave, when he grabs your arm pulling you back. You gasp in surprise as your back hits the wardrobe, you look up at Erwin’s handsome face. He looks down at you, scanning your face, inching closer. His eyes stop at your lips.

“Y/N, your husband is here, hurt, and you’re thinking of tending to another man?” His voice is low, you feel it rumble through your hand that rests on his chest. You shiver ever so slightly. The corner of his mouth raises slightly, catching your small response. 

“Erwin, I...I…”

“You what Y/N?”. His voice gets lower as his hand that grabbed your arm slowly feathers higher, leaving a trail of goosebumps. 

“Erwin”, you breathe out.

"Hmm?" He hums, his trailing hand now gently under your chin. He rests his other arm on the wardrobe beside your head, using it to lean further into you. The tips of your noses touching. He looks down at you, softly holding your jaw, thumb ghosting over your lower lip. That gentle touch sends a shock through your body. Your eyes flutter shut. Your chest heaving. Erwin can feel his pants tighten seeing your body responding to him.

Erwin leans in, kissing your temple. Then your cheekbone, down to your cheek and then the corner of your mouth. His lips brush over yours. Taking a deep breath in, you inhale the antiseptic that you applied not too long ago on Erwin's face, waking you up.

"No!", you push the boulder of a man away, who just stares at you with a mixture of emotion swimming through his eyes. You look away from him but he continues to stare. Pushing away from the wardrobe, you fix your appearance in front of the mirror on one of its doors. You move to leave again. Once more you're stopped by your husband, who pushes you to your previous position. He doesn't look at you with the same gentleness as before, but more frustration. 

"Let me go", you struggle against his arms that hold you in place. You try pushing him, but he's built like a wall. 

"No"

"Excuse me? I said let me go".

"Why won't you kiss me?" 

"Because I don't want to", you answer, still trying to push him away.

He watches you intently for a moment before speaking.

"Is it because of him?", he asks, his jaw tensing.

You stop your struggle, looking up at him. 

"What?" You look up confused and annoyed. 

"Is. It. Him?", he grits.

"Is 'what' because of 'who'?"

Erwin steps back letting go.

"Ackerman. You won't let me near you because of him. You both seem to get along so well. You both seemed so cosy earlier."

You stare at your husband, angry and stunned at his theory. You can't help but scoff at his words and let out a bitter, sarcastic laugh. 

"Is that what you think? You think I won't let you near me because of Levi? Another man?"

The blond man looks away, still angry. His pride not allowing the bubbling shame and guilt to show. 

"And you don't think it has anything to do with you, Mr Smith?" 

Erwin's face and heart drop at the way you address him. He turns to your angry face. You’ve never been this upset. You hadn't addressed him this way in a while. You started calling him by his first name again only a few months ago, when things started getting better between you both. He realises at this moment how much he hates hearing you call him that way. He hates how angry you are at him. You step closer to him, an accusing finger poking his chest. 

"You don't get to do that. You don't get to choose when you want to use me and when you want to throw me to the side."

"Y/N, it's not like that". He tries to reach for you and you yank your hand back. 

“Oh it isn’t? Whenever you’re pissed off with someone or something, frustrated or whatever, you come to me. You come to me, fuck me and toss me away.” Erwin winces at your words. Your physical relationship took a while to build, and it started and stopped at that; fucking. Nothing more, how he wants it. Or at least how he thought he wanted it. 

You continue, eyes starting to line with unshed tears. “And I, like the idiot I am, let you. I keep thinking you might just love me, even a little. But everytime we’re together, you’re not with me. You fuck me and think about her. And you’re here accusing me of trying to get with another man, and your best friend at that!” Erwin feels like someone’s clawing at his chest. He looks at your deflated form. He so badly wants to reach out and hold you and tell you this isn’t true. Not anymore. 

“I know I’m not her Mr Smith. And I’ll never be her. But I love you and Elysian so much. I knew this was going to be hard. I knew what I was getting myself into. But I didn’t think it’d be like this.” You wipe away your tears with the back of your hands. 

“And I know I’m a good wife and mother. So why am I not enough?” You look into your husband's blue eyes hoping to get an answer.

“I do whatever I can for you both. Anything and everything to take care of my family. When Elysian first called me mama, I was so happy because he finally accepted me as a mother. His own mother left him, and it would break my heart to hear him cry out for her. Why can’t you accept me as a wife at least? Why do you hate me so much?” You drop onto the edge of the bed, silently crying into your hands. 

Fuck. Erwin looks at your broken form. I did this? I did this. He didn’t mean to push you so far away. Or this far to break you like this. He just wanted to keep a distance, enough to not hurt you both. This whole thing was out of convenience, mainly for Elysian. And he certainly doesn’t hate you, he never did. He didn’t love you either. He thought he couldn’t, until recently. How can you believe him now?

"There will always be another woman in this relationship. If you'd even call it one. And it feels like I'm the other woman". 

Erwin crouches in front of you, gently moving your hands from your face. 

"Look at me, please". Your red eyes meet his. 

He thinks about how many nights you might have spent like this, crying and hurting over him. You aren't wrong. You're an amazing mother to his son, and an amazing wife. From the moment you walked into their lives, you did your utmost best to help the father and son after his ex wife left them for another life and man. Erwin wants to tell you all of this. He wants to tell you he does appreciate you. He doesn't hate you, and somewhere in between he has started to fall for you. 

He opens his mouth, but is interrupted by the doorbell ringing downstairs. You briskly get up, straightening your clothes and wiping your face making sure to look like the perfect hostess again. You leave the room, making your way downstairs with Erwin slowly trailing behind you. 

It seems like Miche had already answered the door, which was still hiding the unexpected guest. He turns his head towards you coming down the last few steps. His face no longer holds the playfulness from earlier, eyebrows slightly knitted together. He looks back at Erwin, who's slowed to a stop in the middle of the staircase. Erwin senses his friend's uneasiness. The unexpected guest is probably also unwanted. He quickly makes his way towards you. You thank Miche for answering the door who gives you a slight nod. His eyes meet Erwin’s briefly before he heads into the living room. You reach to open the door fully but Erwin beats you to it. He swings the door open, putting himself between you and the threat.

"Erwin", you hear the sickly sweet voice call your husband. You walk from behind Erwin to stand beside him. Your eyes lock with the supposed threat.

"Marie?" Erwin says in surprise. 

Marie looks at you with a small smirk. 

"Y/N. I'm sorry for being late. I must have misplaced the invite. Luckily Nile heard about it to remind me", she smiles, the smile not reaching her eyes.

You look at the other woman, not knowing what to say or how to respond. Here she was. The constant reminder that you were truly the other woman. Here she is in the flesh. 

"Now if you don't mind, I'd like to see my son". She takes a step forward, as does Erwin. Your heart starts to race and you feel your palms starting to sweat. You slowly and awkwardly step back and away from them. You feel like you’re being pushed out of their bubble. Staring at the back of your husband's head, you know you’ll never be able to get in. You’ll never be her. You’ll never have his heart.

"Marie" he says her name again. You're not able to tell what he's feeling. And you're too scared to look at his face to find out.

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erwin smith x fem!reader | 7.1k+ words

warnings: 18+ minors dni, hurt/comfort/smut, random oc i made up for the sake of this story, jealousy, possessive!erwin, oral(receiving), daddy kink, cream pie

edited repost from my old blog <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SEXY COMMANDER <3 you still have my heart and pussy heh

erwins narrowed cerulean eyes don’t look up from the reports littered on his desk when you enter the room after knocking softly, his thick blonde brows knitting as he reads down the paper and flips to the next. you stand quietly in front of the now closed door, fingers tightly gripping onto the fabric bag full of food in your hands, waiting for his attention to be brought to you, not wanting to interrupt his concentration. you know it’s been a long day, a long week, fuck a long life. he’s hardly been home, coming to bed long after you and leaving before you get up, the only evidence he was there at all is the indent on his pillow and the messy sheets that are left next to you literal with his scent and warmth.

you’ve seen him in meetings with other squad leaders and captains and in passing as he prepares to leave for wall sina but it’s been far too long since you’ve felt his touch, too long since you’ve shared a meal together or even spoken about anything outside of work. tonight you hope to rectify all of that and then some because you know he needs it just as badly as you do.

“yes, y/n?” he asks, still not looking up from his paperwork. he sounds tired and it only sets your resolve even more to get him to take a break. 

“i thought you might be able to take a break and have some dinner with me,” you say sweetly and begin walking over to his desk with quiet footsteps. “i think you could use-”

“i can’t,” he interrupts, finally looking up at you. dark bags lay under his normally bright but now dull and tired eyes, his face expressionless; he’s exhausted. “i’m departing in the morning and there’s still a lot to do before i go.” he picks up his pen and brings his attention back to the report, signing the bottom before moving onto the next. as much as dinner with you sounded heavenly, he would never get home at a reasonable hour if he stopped now.

“erwin,” you say, your voice laced with concern. “you need to take a break and eat something.” you place the food at the top of his desk next to you and reach over the mess of reports, grabbing onto the paper in his hands. “come eat with me and try to relax.”

“y/n, i told you i can’t,” he pulls one hand from the paper and rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and middle finger in frustration, feeling the tension rising into his already stiff neck. “please, go home and get some rest yourself.” he could handle this exhaustion, he had for long enough but there was no need for you to suffer through it too.

“you need it more than i do,” you argue and pull the paper away from him. he immediately stands from his desk, the sound of his hands hitting the top of the desk as he lifts himself echoes throughout the room and your heart stops beating for a few paces as your stomach ties into uncomfortable knots. 

his large shadows engulfs the light from the flickering candles around you, darkness and thick tension overcoming the space around you like a thick cloud. you feel so small as he towers over you and his shadow casts over your features. “enough y/n, i will not repeat myself again. i can’t, i don’t have time.”

“i’m not taking no for an answer,” you retort with confidence even though your pulse is racing and anxiety, even bits of anger, are beginning to flow through you. you know he hasn’t been taking care of himself. he desperately needs to rest and have a decent meal, you weren’t going to give up this easily. “you can spare 15 minutes to have a meal with me.”

his broad chest rises as he takes a deep breath, trying to calm his own anger but the hot, suffocating air does little to calm the storm of tiredness and frustration raging through him. “go home. that’s an order.”

“you don’t get to order me to go home, erwin.” you remain assertive despite the tears pooling in your eyes causing the world around you to become blurry, though you refuse to let the tears fall. you don’t know if they’d be tears of anger or sadness, maybe both, but you fight with all you have to not let them find their way down your reddening cheeks. “right now i’m not your subordinate. i’m your wife, don’t get that twisted.”

“go.” he commands in that tone used for subordinates through gritted teeth and shallow breath. “i don’t have the time to deal with this or you right now.”

“deal with me?” its hard to think, hard to speak calmly when your emotions are bubbling over and spilling out through your words. “are you fucking serious right now?” your anger snaps like a twig and your voice raises to a volume you’ve never used with your husband before and your hands bunching into fists at your side, wrinkling the paper you took from him. “well commander,” you spit like venom. “you haven’t had the time to deal with me at all recently. and now you’re leaving for another week to wall sina but you won��t even have dinner with me? why are you being so stubborn?!”

he inhales loudly, running a large hand through his blonde undercut. you can see the veins in his arms getting more prominent from under his rolled up sleeves as he tries to calm himself despite the fact that his blood is boiling like lava and his heart is in just as bad shape as your own. “i already told you i wouldn’t repeat myself again. you’re the one that’s being stubborn and this was the last thing i needed y/n.” his eyes find yours, the icy blues piercing straight through you as he speaks. you hate how cold they look and how much you still long to stare into those glacier eyes. “go home, now.”

you shove the paper back on his desk, accidentally hitting the bag of dinner with your elbow and the food within it comes crashing down, spilling over and coating the chairs and floor in front of his desk. you look between him and the mess next to you, trying to say his name and apologize but no words come out. you find you’re unable to speak as you begin sobbing, no longer able to fight off your tears.

“go fucking home.” he orders once again, coldly articulating every word in a deep, unfamiliar, growling tone.

you gulp down the words in your throat as he speaks, you’ve hardly ever heard him curse, let alone directed at you. you want to help, want to say you’re sorry for the mess you’ve made, both within the room and in his heart but under his intense stare and the suffocating air around you, you can’t do anything but quickly turn around and walk out the door in tears, hands shaking, heart racing, leaving him and the mess all behind you.

you don’t want to go home, not wanting to sit there waiting for erwin just to continue your argument once he returns from work. of course there was the possibility he would come home wanting to make things right but you weren’t ready to face him or forgive him. he had to know all you wanted to do was spend some time with him before he left and take care of him, like you always had, in a way only you could, when he was not able to do so himself due to all the other responsibilities on his plate. you had always done this and even when he seemed just as stressed as he was now, he’d never once acted like this before.

your heart hurts, physically aching and straining with each beat inside your chest. you want to scream and cry and you do, standing atop the 50 meter wall makes it easy to do so without others hearing you or making a fuss. you’ve stood on the top of wall rose many times, screaming and crying out into the world at your lost friends and frustrations and normally it would make you feel better, the fresh air up this high is cool and calming for the mind but tonight it doesn’t help at all. the cold air only seeps into the heart in your chest that is slowly icing over and leaves you in a bitter winter of your sorrows and frustration.

you fall to your knees, your odm gear clanking against the ground as you fall and curl into your lap, sobbing into your hands, trying to let it all go, trying to forget about how much you miss erwin, the man you love so much you sometimes didn’t know what to do with all that love, and will have to continue to miss him until he gets back to wall rose. you fight to convince yourself that despite your fight he’s missing you too but it’s hard to believe when he’s acting like this, like he never has before. you aren’t sure how to deal with it or fix it so for tonight, you won't do anything with it at all.

your cries slowly die down as time passes and eventually you uncurl yourself, unclipping your gear and making your way to the side of the wall, your feet dangling off the edge into wall marias territory. resting your hands behind you, palms flat against the cold gray bricks as you lean back, you look up and admire the stars shining in the night sky, bright and unbothered by the word and its woes, and try to let it calm your racing heart and mind.  

“long night, eh?” an unfamiliar voice says from your left after sitting by your lonesome for hours.

you look over, a tall brunette man stands a few feet away from you, and in the bright silver moonlight you can see him eyeing you curiously. he’s wearing odm gear as well, the same tan leather jacket too though on his patch are red roses instead of the wings of freedom. 

“i guess you could say that,” you respond quietly, looking away from the man and back up to the stars above you. “i suppose you’re here to tell me to get off the wall?”

he chuckles nervously. “well i did get a report of some odd noises coming from this area so i’m here to check it out but you don’t have to leave.”

“yeah, sorry about that.” you say honestly, if not a bit sheepishly. “that was me.”

“what were you doing?” he questions when you don’t explain further on your own, taking tentative steps to approach you until he’s standing next to your sitting figure, so close you can feel the warmth from his body.  

“uh..” you aren’t totally sure how to answer his question, you weren’t about to tell a stranger you come out here to scream and cry about a fight with your husband. “it’s been a long lonely day, just needed to blow off some steam.” 

“i see,” he says quietly, as if pondering to himself for a moment before adding, “mind if i join you then?” 

you look up at him questioningly, studying his face to see if you may recognize him. now that he’s closer you see his deep brown eyes and sharp jawline. he seems young, maybe a year or two younger than yourself. you’ve never seen him before, though you’ve never seen most of the garrison regiment soldiers but he seemed harmless enough, like most garrison soldiers. 

“i-i mean,” he stutters nervously under your study of him when you don’t reply. “i can’t help with the long day but i can stay to make it less lonely, y-you said you were lonely.”

you let out a breathy chuckle that doesn’t quite meet your eyes or pull at your lips. “sure,” you answer indifferently, motioning for him to sit next to you. maybe some company wouldn’t be so bad. it could get your mind off your argument, maybe even make the hours pass by quicker until you could return home, once erwin has left for wall sina. you didn’t want to fight any more with him before he left, and after you night alone up here, you decide it’s best to fix this later, when he doesn’t have to worry about his trip. 

you introduce yourself as the soldier sheds his gear and takes a seat next to you, far enough away from you but close enough to still provide close company.

“i’m ian, nice to meet cha’.

erwin stands behind his desk in total frustration, unable to move as he watches you leave, the door of his office slamming behind you. his jaw clenches when he finally looks down at the mess in front of him, vegetables, meat and their juices seeping into the rug and the chairs, steam still coming off of the food. it smells delicious, as your cooking always does, and the aroma makes him realize just how hungry he actually is. he can’t even remember the last time he ate today or the last time he had a home cooked meal, made special by you like this one, but now not only is it inedible, he has to clean up the mess instead of doing his paperwork.

he wants to be mad as he cleans up the pieces and throws them into the trash but anger has passed through him, what lingered now is much worse. guilt; gut wrenching guilt that he had spoken to you the way he had, demanding that you leave when you were just trying to care for him and he wasn’t even sure that he’d get to say he was sorry before his trip or if he’ll get to kiss your soft and loving lips before he leaves you on your own for a week, though you’ve basically been alone these past weeks anyways. it only adds onto the weight on his heart, feeling as heavy as lead when he pictures how you looked at him in those last few moments before you left, with tears streaming down your face.

he tries to work out his emotions as he scrubs at the carpet with a warm wet rag but he’s unable to let go of the frustration he feels towards himself, for the tears that stained your cheeks before you left his office and probably long after you left. you both knew that this marriage would be harder than most, it almost stopped you from getting married in the first place but in the end you both knew that you wanted to spend whatever days you had with each other. when erwin became commander that time got shorter but neither of you would have it any other way and the love you normally shared said as much.

erwin promised himself he would do what he could to remind you how much you were loved and adored by him but he knows he’s been falling behind as of late, even though you’ve never once complained to his face about it. knowing you, you didn’t complain to anyone at all and tried to accept the hand you were dealt by being his spouse.

once the food is cleaned up he returns to sitting at his desk, flipping through paperwork though now he’s finding it hard to read the words on the pages, his thoughts are only of you. he gives up on trying to finish his work after an hour and a half, exhaustion and longing for you officially taking full control. if he tried to work anymore with his aching chest and tired eyes it would only mean more work for him to fix in the morning before he leaves for wall sina.

his heart drops to the pit in his stomach when he returns to an empty home and what feels like an even emptier bed. it’s next to impossible to sleep without your warm body next to him. the only reason he falls asleep at all is because his body will physically not let him stay awake any longer but the resounding feeling of you missing from his side echoes in his whole body, even in his dreams.

he wakes up to the same empty house, your side of the bed untouched and cold. he isn’t sure where he’d find you at this hour, especially when you don’t seem to want to be found by him and he doesn’t exactly have the time to search, no matter how badly he wanted to, not going to wall sina wasn’t an option. against his better judgment, he would have to fix this once he returned. 

“wow, you’re amazing.” ian says, looking at you with sparkling eyes after you finish telling the story of your latest titan kill. it was nothing to brag about, you normally weren’t one to talk about it anyways but hey, he asked and listened like a child sucked into a fairytale world and it distracted you from what was swirling in your heart so you didn’t mind sharing the story.

you laugh a little awkwardly, not used to taking compliments from anyone besides your husband. “thanks but i’m not, really. plenty of my comrades do the same things each time we go outside the walls. it’s nothing special.”

“it is though. i could never do that,” he admits quietly, as if he feels bad about it, and tears his gaze away from you, looking forward to where the sun was rising from behind wall maria. 

“it’s not for everyone,” you agree and join his gaze towards the sunrise. it turns the sky shades of orange and blues that look so beautiful you swear it could mend your aching heart, if only erwin was here to share it with you. you sit in silence, only your breath and the singing birds filling the air around you until the sun is past the wall, basically blinding you as it continues to rise. “i better go,” you say after a while, your words shaking with the nervousness rising in your chest.

“yeah, me too.” he stands up, brushing his hands on his pants legs before extending out an arm to help you up. “it was great getting to know you,” he says with a bright smile.

“yeah, thanks for keeping me company,” you add as you begin to put back on your odm gear. 

“hey y/n?” when he doesn’t continue right away you look over at him and lift an eyebrow, quietly waiting for a response. “actually, never mind.” 

you brush it off, too exhausted to care or think about it too much. all you needed was sleep, and your husband, though that would have to come sometime later. the least you could do for yourself now was get some much needed shut eye.  “well thanks, again.” you wave at him before taking a step off of the wall, engaging your gear into the trees below you where your horse is waiting to take you home.

just as you expected, erwin has already left for wall sina, leaving you alone in the quiet small house you share. you don’t mind the stillness, you still need time to think and calm down but all of that could wait until you were rested. you crawl into bed, completely ignoring your own side and curl right into erwins pillow, burying your nose into the soft plushness of it, the smell of him flooding your senses. tears prick your eyes and you shut them tightly to try to fight off the salty sting but it’s a lost cause, they flow freely like a raging river, staining the pillow under your head until they bring you to sleep.

it’s been a long and hard five days without erwin, you’ve tried your best to distract yourself with work; your poor team getting the brunt of your built up, and continuing to build, frustrations as you’re unintentionally harder on them than normal. it feels like it’s almost too good to be true when you hear that he’s arrived back to wall rose early and you don’t waste a moment dismissing your team early, giving them the rest of the day off and head straight to the commander’s office, where you’re sure erwin is or where he will be soon.

just as you exit the dark stairs lit by torches to the floor his office is on you run into a young cadet who often runs reports and other messages for your husband and he informs you that the commander has asked for you in his office. he seems relieved he didn’t have to go far to hunt you down. you dismiss him with a smile and head straight for the door to erwins office, anxious but excited to see him, finally able to make up after your prior argument and the time you had spent dwelling on it. you knock twice before entering without a response from him, only hearing the multiple voices coming from the room once you’ve entered the room. 

erwins eyes flash over to you from where he sits behind his desk, softening once he realizes it’s you who’s entered the room but his attention is quickly brought back to the man who stands in front of him, handing over and discussing reports. you can’t see his face but he seems familiar, his leather jacket embroidered with the red roses for the garrison regiment- you didn’t know many people in the garrison but his voice sounds so familiar, though you can’t quite place your fingers on it. it isn’t until he turns around after he’s done speaking with erwin that you register who it is.

“oh, hey y/n!” ian says with a smile and takes a step towards you. “it’s great to see you again,” you squirm uncomfortably as he looks you up and down, not missing how erwin catches both his eyes on you and the way you react to it. “wow.. you look beautiful today.”

you can feel the tension thicken throughout the whole room, though only you and erwin seem to notice it. ian takes another step closer to you.

“thanks ian,” you reply sincerely. your cheeks stain red as you look between the smiling and blushing ian and your amused husband, who’s resting his chin on his propped up hand and smirking with a devilish glint in his baby blues that has your heart skipping far too many beats.

“you know,” ian shamelessly continues, as if he is unaware, or uncaring, about who is watching this interaction. “i wanted to ask you the other night.. but better late than never..” he mumbles that last part mostly to himself. “would you want to go out to dinner with me sometime?”

your mouth drops open and before any words can come out, you and ian both hear erwin shifting loudly in his chair behind the tall brunette. 

“oh..uh.. it’s probably not great to ask that in front of your commanding officer is it..” ian rubs the back of his neck nervously and avoids both your eyes. “ah.. sorry about that.”

“ian..” you reply quietly, trying your hardest to hide the sincerer pity you feel for him right now. “commander erwin is my husband.”

“oh.. god,” his face drops, pink cheeks turning bright, burning, red from embarrassment and you swear you can feel the heat on his face throughout the room. he quickly turns to erwin in horror. “i- i’m so sorry commander.” he stutters nervously before turning around on his heels and attempts to leave as quickly as he can.

you turn as he passes by you, wanting to apologize for the uncomfortableness and confusion but as soon as he’s by the door he runs out of the room at full speed, not giving you or the commander a second glance.

the thick blanket of tension lingers after he leaves and a bit nervously you turn to face erwin to explain what just happened but before you can register much you’re being pinned up against the door, secured firmly between the heavy wood and erwins broad, heaving, chest. his hands pressed against the door on both sides of your head, trapping you under his intense gaze and you swear you can feel the power he holds in his arms and hands as they cage you in. your knees weaken at the feel of his hot, huffing breath brush against your cheek as he leans in.

“well kitten,” he purrs lowly, the sound smooth like honey and deep like a cavern, sending heat straight between your legs. his soft blonde locks tickle your jaw as he nuzzles his face into your neck that grows hotter with each passing moment in this position. “what have you been up to while i was away?” he lips brushing against your skin as he speaks but they don’t do more than that.

he pulls away as he awaits your response, looking into your wide e/c orbs with something you can’t quite make out. he's not a jealous man, he has no reason to be, but you swear you see it flash in his eyes. 

“e-erwin, it’s not- i didn’t- i-..” you stutter madly, your heart racing under his hungry eyes, legs shaking in anticipation as he towers over you like a wild beast and its prey. you have nothing to hide, nothing to lie about but you still find it hard to speak.

his calloused hands scrape against the wood of the door as he brings one down to yours, grabbing onto your wrists and bringing it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your skin. a soft contrast to the look in his eyes. “what?” he asks, smirking against your skin and places another kiss to your inner wrist. “cat got your tongue?” he moves your hand from his lips to the cold door behind you, pinning it next to your head, tightening his grip. he leans down, pressing his forehead to yours, moving his other hand to your cheek, caressing down your jaw gently with his pointer finger before his knee comes in between yours, spreading your legs apart for him. “do i need to remind you that you’re mine?”

you open your very dry mouth to try to speak, though no words come out and erwin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. he lets go of your wrist as he explores your eager mouth, his hands finding their way to the plushness of your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lifts you off your feet, wrapping your thighs tightly around his middle. you can feel his toned chest through both your shirts as he breathes heavily into your heated kisses, pressing you more and more into the door until you feel like you’re suffocating from lack of oxygen between passionate kisses and the weight of his body on yours.

you pull at the ends of his undercut, a silent ask for air and he gives it to you even though he doesn’t want to part from you for a second. a string of silvia still connects your lips as you both pull away and fight to catch your breath. he doesn’t waste a moment before placing his wet and plump lips on your neck, nibbling and sucking up and down from behind your ear to your collarbone, your fingers sinking into the muscle of his shoulders as he does.

“were you a bad girl while i was away?” he asks before sucking greedily on your collar bone, hard enough that you’re sure to have a mark later, his strong hands still grasping at your thighs tightly and only growing tighter. “were you that mad at me angel?” he’s asking honestly, he’s been a mess- in his own stoic way, worried about you, worried that you may not forgive him. he came back early because of it, damning the consequences, he couldn’t take being away from you with all this anguish keeping you even farther apart that would only continue to build miles of space between you if you didn’t do something soon. 

“no.. no..” you reply through labored breath, trying to move your lips back to his, cupping his sharp jaw in your hands and bringing his eyes to meet yours, hoping he’ll see the truth behind your words.

“no, what?” he stops all of his movement, letting you hands linger on his lovely visage but not coming any closer to you. he stops moving his hips, pressing you against the door to dtop your own from grinding against his hardening dick, patiently waiting for you to say exactly what he wants. he’s relieved to hear you say no, he knows you would never cheat, he didn’t question that. but still, he’s been frustrated and upset, just as you have been and now seeing another man fawn over you, wanting you like only he should, it lights a nasty, hungry fire in his chest he’s never felt before, a fire only you could tame.

“no, daddy..” you moan, knowing just what he’s asking for and you’re happy to give it to him, loving the way you can feel his cock twitch through your layers of clothes at the name he loves to be called. despite his hold on you, you grind against his dick that presses against your inner thigh. “mhmm.. n-need you..” you beg breathlessly.

cheeks flustered, eyes glittering, he buries his face into your neck, kissing at your abused and bruising skin gently with wet, sloppy kisses. “i need you too angel..” he whispers low into your skin, his arms around your middle tightening as he pulls you away from the door, supporting your entire weight and walking you both over to his desk. “all i’ve thought about needing you.” 

the papers underneath your ass are forgotten and uncared for as erwin places you down, standing between your spread legs, once again towering over you. you lay back on the desk on your elbows, watching through lidded, needy eyes at the way the sun creeping through the closed blinds hits his skin, sparkling against the sweat that’s starting to bead his forehead. he slowly undoes the straps of your uniform, sliding them off your legs and tossing them to the side, your boots and pants following shortly after. 

his touch is gentle as he caresses up and down your bare legs, like you might shatter into a million pieces underneath him if he touches you any harder, a stark contrast to the way he held you only moments ago. his hands find their way beneath your legs and to your hips, softly pulling you more towards the edge of the desk, closer to him.

he slowly lowers onto his knees between your legs, laying his head on your inner thigh as he looks at the ache between your legs, your panties growing damp with every passing moment, like a man starved before his gaze travels up your body with bright, lust filled eyes. his fingers like a ghost, lightly sweeping over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, teasingly close to your dripping folds. “say you’re mine…” a plea, not a demand though it comes out more sternly than he intended; he just needed to hear you say it, needed to know it was still true even though in his heart he does know the truth of your own heart.

“i’m yours,” you avowe and without skipping a beat the pads on his finger begin to rub against your clothed cunt. “i’m.. i’m all yours erwin,” it comes out in a choked moan as you grind against his finger, needing to feel more of him. 

his chest swells with pride and adoration, musing at your words that only belong to him, you were only his. he pushes your panties to the side, sliding two fingers up and down your wet folds, lewd noises accompanying his groans at the feeling of your slick covering his fingers. “so wet for me…” 

soft platinum hair tickles your thigh as he moves his head, sliding his tongue up your inner leg and straight your folds, leaving a cooling trail of saliva in his wake. he wants to tease you so badly but he’ll have mercy for now, partly because he’s trying to make up for your earlier fight, you deserve nothing but pleasure for the way he spoke to you but also partly because he can’t wait to make you cum on his tongue and cry out his name. only he got to hear you in such a way. 

he licks at your cunt with fever, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, his hot, thick, tongue greedily proding into your tight hole just to leave you feeling empty when he moves to lick up and down your folds and back again. you whine at the loss of friction when he pulls his thumb away but your pleas are all for not, he moves his tongue up to you clit, sucking harshly, his finger slowly, knuckle by knuckle, sinking into your velvety walls, curling into the perfect spot that has you seeing stars once his finger is fully engulfed by your pretty pussy. you move against him, gasping when he inserts a second thick finger, tongue not relenting on your now swollen clit.

a broken moan of his name falls from your lips as your hands find their way into his thick and luscious hair, tangling into the silky threads as you pull him deeper into your pussy. you feel him smirk into your cunt, his fingers beginning to work at a faster pace and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

not that you needed to tell him that, he knows you’re close; your velvety walls contracting around his fingers, your hands tugging tightly at his hair, shaky thighs begging to suffocate him but he’s not complaining. his cock is throbbing at the way you enclose him between your legs, his own personal heaven within the walls. “cum for me, beautiful..” he orders sweetly. “daddy wants to taste you..”

his sultry words and honied tone send you over the edge, your vision going white and blurry, warmth breading from your stomach to down to between your legs, your tight cunt pulsating around his fingers as he laps at your folds, licking up all the sweetness you have to offer.

he looks beautiful as he rises from his knees wearing a cheshire grin and you almost cum against seeing his suck the cum on his fingers, groaning loudly as he pulls his fingers from his mouth, at the taste of you, before leaning over you and unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air of his office. you’re a shaking, sweaty mess under his shadow and he would make more of a mess of you yet. pulling off your soaking underwear he throws them to the side and then pulls off his boots, begins to undress freeing his aching cock from its cotton prison. even if you’ve taken it a million times before, the size of him never fails to leave your mouth watering.

he rounds his desk, slowly pumping his unbelievably thick cock with one hand, unbuttoning his shirt with the other and you watch wide eyes, basically drooling, wishing that you could have his cock in your mouth before he fucks you but as always, he was in control and he was ready to have your dripping cunt around him. 

he slides his shirt off and it falls to the ground at his feet before he sits down in his chair, motioning with two fingers for you to come to him. you do as he asks, crawling across his desk and into his lap, holding onto his supportive arms so you do. you shutter as your sensitive cunt brushes against the top of his cock, precum mixing with your previous release. 

“careful baby..” he coos in your ear when he feels your body shiver, needy hands pulling at your bra until you’re completely naked as you straddle him.

one hand cups your breast, the pad of his thumb rubbing against your hardened nipple while his other hand tangles in your hair as he brings your face down to his, capturing you in a fiery kiss that has you tasting yourself on his lips. 

erwin moans into the kiss when you grind your wet folds against the length of his cock, both of his hands quickly leaving where they were previously to sink into your soft hips. with powerful hands he guides you up, having you hovering above him on your knees, grabbing onto the base of his cock with one hand and lining himself with your hole.

without a word you lower yourself onto his entire length, you’re so wet it’s almost effortless for him to bottom out but your walls burn at the sudden and intense stretch, you could never quite get used to his length and size, long and thick but it filled you so perfectly, you wanted - craved the way it hurt and pleased you all at once.

“fuck..” he groans loudly, throwing his head back at the sudden and welcomed way you engulf him, taking him so well, like you had so many times before. “you’re such a good girl.. so good for me.” and he swears he feels you get tighter at his words.

his fingers dig into your hips with his vice grip that are bruising you the more he brings you up and down on his dick at a ruthless pace, watching through heavy and dark eyes at your bouncing breasts and heavenly figure on top of him. you let him take full control, using your body however he pleases against his intoxicating dick. 

you can feel each prominent vein scrap against your walls, once again building up the burning heat in your stomach at each movement of his hips, each time he reaches so fucking deep inside you. tears prick at the side of your closed eyes as he splits you down the middle with his length and brutal pace that you aren’t sure much more you can handle but has you in ecstasy all the same.

“you’re all mine.. mine,” he growls and gasps between thrusts of his hips, looking down, drinking in the sight of where you’re conjoined. his flushed, veiny cock being swallowed by your tight pussy, precum and your essence dripping down his length and coating his calls. he pushes your hips down with plenty of strength, holding you in place as he rolls his hips into you again and again. 

“ahh…” you whimper at the new angle he’s stretching you and how good it feels. “‘s so good, daddy.. don-don’t stop.. please..” 

“don’t you worry my beautiful princess. even when we’re done here..” a pause as you tighten around you and he feels his sanity slip. “i’ll give you so much more at home,” he pants every word, leaning forward and placing his head against yours, forehead to forehead, sharing warm breaths and slowing his hips. “tell me you love me.. please..” it comes out in a broken whisper, barely coherent. it’s so unusual for his normal demanding and assertive position when he fucks you like this.

“i love you erwin.. i love you..” you reply honestly, with all your heart and you can feel the tears flowing down your cheeks, though you don’t know if it’s from the overwhelming feelings you have for him or the way his hips quickly pick up pace once again as he lifts you up, roughly placing you against the desk again, crashing his body against yours as you continues to rock into you ruthlessly. goosebumps trail your skin at the cold touch of the wood and papers on your warm back.

you wrap your legs around his waist as he lifts himself up from pressing your body down with his own, guiding your hips up with his large hands so he can fuck you deeper but keep you still and comfortable as he continues to slide in and out of you. loud pants and moans filling the air around you, coming from both you and erwin, accompanied with the slapping sound of skin on skin.

his fast pace starts to slow, hips moving more sporadically as he reaches his high, throwing his head back, his beautiful toned, heaving and sweat beaded chest and neck on full display for you to admire as you look up at him through blurry, star flecked, vision. your own walls flutter around him moments later, crumbling underneath him as you bow your back off the desk, crying out for him, your walls squeezing his cock for all he’s worth as you cum hard, his thick, hot, seed coating your walls, filling you to the brim.

panting and spent he leans forward, not pulling out of you, his cock still painfully hard, as he peppers sweet and gentle kisses to cheeks and lips. “i’m sorry.. i love you..” he whispers, repeating the words against your soft skin between kisses as he tastes your salty tears on his lips. “i’m so sorry.”

your hand finds their way into his hair, pulling his face only an inch or so away from yours “i’m sorry too..” you kiss his sweet lips with tenderness. “i swear nothing happened with that guy, i-”

“i know darling,” he interrupts quietly, nuzzling his nose against yours as his eyes flutter closed, yours following shortly after. “i know.”

you bask in the afterglow a little longer, stealing sweet and chaste kisses before he finally pulls out of you, both of you shuttering at the overly sensitive touch when he does. 

“let’s go home,” he says as he helps you clean up and redress, buttoning up your white shirt over your breasts as he sits at his desk chair with you perched in front of him.  

“don’t you have work to do?” you ask, you came here expecting to only see him for a bit before he needed to get back to work.

“i’ve taken off the rest of the day to be with you,” he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug and you melt into it, breathing in the scent of cedar and spicy cardamom hinted with scent of you. “i’m not done with you yet darling..” he adds lowly, a sensual whisper in your ear that has your abused core aching for more and a cheeky smile adorning your face. 

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Grief Erwin Smith

synopsis: going through the stages of grief was a slow process. But the feelings you hold don't vanish so easily

warnings: mentions of death, hating Armin, spoilers for season 3

Grief came in many forms... be it anger, Sadness, numbness, or regret.

But to you, it came in the form of hatred

You despised Armin Arlert.

in your eyes, he selfishly took the position of your lover, he was saved instead of Erwin. Erwin was whom everyone needed, not this useless trainee. Erwin should have been saved, not him.

in a way, you wished you had been there. there to help Levi make the right decision there to ensure a future for the scouts ...a future for you.

your once sweet and bubbly demeanor became cold and mean. losing the light in one's life can do so much damage, can't it?

walking through the corridors didn't feel the same anymore, it felt dark and gloomy. As you walked past the office Erwin once owned, the office not even Hange had dared to touch, the office where you'd shared so many sleepless nights, where he'd told you about his dream and you had yours...so many dreams.

Maybe now, sitting on the chair he once claimed as his throne...maybe you'll find it in yourself to accept and forgive.

but for now, your hatred can only turn to fear of what could happen if you ever loved another.

#idk what this is anymore #erwin deserved better tbh #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #attack on titan x reader #erwin #erwin smith angst #erwin angst #aot angst #spoilers #aot spoilers

[impulsivecompliment]

Judge.

Summary: The talented detective Erwin Smith is working on a hard to solve case. Little does he know that the solution is right in front of him. (~5.000 words)

Warnings: angst, mentions of rape, murder, assault, death, crime scene, blood, guns, knives, Hange is female, fem!reader, criminal reader

The changing brightness of the red-blue lights disturbed the peacefulness of the night, which is why some sleepless citizens looked out of their apartment windows. The view from the window revealed the crime scene below, which was framed by a yellow plastic tape to keep passersby away. While forensic scientists examined the body of the young man, who had bled to death a few hours ago, a tall, blond detective leaned against the police car and smoked.

The nicotine burned through his lungs and his ligaments to his tendons until he felt nothing at the sight of the dead man. Neither pity, regret, nor disgust. The only thing he could think about was how to catch the killer.

Erwin Smith was an excellent detective who had solved countless cases. Because of his hard work, he often had to spend his nights analyzing case files at his already overloaded desk until he could find a logical connection. Of course, his superiors took advantage of this, which is why he was assigned only to difficult cases. Instead of complaining, Erwin enjoyed the challenge.

“Oh, I hate it to be called to a crime scene in the middle of the night.“, Hange complained, yawning as she walked up to him, stretching out her arms.

Erwin took one last drag of his cigarette before he threw it on the wet asphalt floor.

“Most murders are committed at night, so it’s inevitable.“, he replied dryly.

“I know, I know... But can't the criminals think of us poor cops at least once? I’m barely getting any sleep.”

With raised eyebrows, he looked at the tired woman.

“If you slept at night instead of reading your fantasy novels about titans, you wouldn’t have that problem.“, Erwin said, unimpressed.

“I got it, Mr. I-blame-others-although-I'm-not-better-and-work.”

Instead of reacting to her snappy comment, he turned his gaze to the dead man. Since it had rained before, his blood mixed with the clear rainwater, making his blood pool appear almost transparent.

“Do you have a theory why that man was killed?“, Hange asked intently.

“The judge murdered him.“ Erwin replied succinctly, “Therefore the motive was retaliation.”

Dumbfounded, the brunette opened her mouth.

“And how exactly did you find that out?”

In a flowing motion of his hand, he opened the back door of the police car to hand over the file stored in the back seat.

“The victim’s name is Samuel Moran. Two months ago, he tried to rape a woman but she fought back. To calm her down, he rammed a knife into her thigh. However, he hit the artery, causing the woman to bleed to death in no time. Normally, he should have been convicted, but if you’re the mayor’s son, different rules apply, I guess.”

Hange grasped her chin with her forefinger and thumb.

“I see. In order to correct this injustice, the Judge murdered Samuel Moran the same way the victim killed the woman before – with a fatal stab in the artery.”

“That’s right.”

She then laughed happily.

“I like the judge. To be honest, I don’t want to catch him.”

Hange's opinion was shared by most of the city’s detectives – even Erwin Smith, who dealt with the judge’s case, sympathized with the criminal. In his eyes, the judge was nothing more than a dogged idealist, who tried by all means to ensure justice.

“Since you are already several steps ahead of us all, we can all go to sleep now, can’t we?“ Hange asked, expectantly gazing into his blue eyes, looking forward to continuing the night with her novels.

“Yes, that’s all for today. But in the morning, I’ll meet you all at the headquarters on time.“ Erwin replied sternly.

“Yes, yes, don’t worry, I’ll be there.“, she assured him, running to her own car, which was parked away from the crime scene.

Knowing that she would be half an hour late tomorrow, he uttered a quiet sigh. That woman was incorrigible.

Just as he was about to make his way home, he discovered the crime scene cleaner Levi carrying the young man’s body away in a black plastic bag. Sometimes Erwin wondered if Levi’s face was so empty because of his inhuman working hours or if it was really his everyday expression.

“Tell me you’re after the killer, I don’t feel like picking up more bodies in the middle of the night.“ the small man grumbled, pushing the body bag on a stretcher into the van.

“We’ll see.“ Erwin merely replied, whereupon Levi stepped closer to him.

He quietly took a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his jacket. Without saying a word, Levi offered him a cigarette, which Erwin gratefully accepted.

“Oh, what kind of answer is that.“ Levi complained lighting his cigarette. “If you don’t know anything, just say it.”

After Erwin also lit his cigarette, he took a deep drag.

“You are more ruthless than my superiors.“ he smiled, looking at the floor.

“I just want you to do your job properly so I don’t have to see your exhausted face anymore.”

Faintly smiling, Erwin breathed out the smoke in his lungs. Immediately the cold air cooled the hot smoke into a cloud.

“I’m glad to see you, too.”

Levi just rolled his emotionless eyes. After they had silently finished smoking their cigarettes, they made their way home.

Although one might have thought that Erwin would follow the hallway to his large bedroom upon entering his spacious apartment, his legs eventually brought him to his study. Quietly, he dropped himself on the comfortable office chair and switched on the desk lamp, whose light seemed warmer than the free bed side next to him.

He wasn't a man who chased after relationships, even though he was already in his thirties. Nevertheless, on nights like these, he wondered if it meant freedom or loneliness to go into his apartment without having someone waiting for him – not even a pet.

But his thoughts faded when his eyes made contact with the papers on his desk.

The judge.

This famous pseudonym has been giving him a headache for months. It was the only case that brought him to the brink of despair – even though the judge’s procedure was quite simple.

Each time before executing a guilty perpetrator, a relative or friend of the victim received a call from the judge, asking him about the circumstances of the death. Then the judge announced his verdict and asked if the relative agreed. Only when he had consented the Judge killed the unpunished perpetrator in the same way he had killed the victim. To date, none of the relatives have rejected the judge’s verdict. Any attempt to decipher the computer voice calling or to find its location failed.

All roads seemed to lead Erwin to a dead end, as there was no direct connection between the victim and the perpetrator in this case. The judge only killed to ensure justice, so he didn’t know his victims. In addition, he worked precisely, and there were no traces of him. No fingerprints, weapons or saliva could be recovered. The only thing the investigators had was a (h/c) strand of hair that could belong to anyone.

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When Erwin Smith walked through the door of the police station the next morning, his neck hurt terribly. At last, he spent the night at his desk until his eyes closed out of tiredness and his head ended up on the hard wood. Due to his obvious lack of sleep, he overslept his alarm clock, so he frantically packed his things in the morning. He couldn’t allow himself to be late, because he scolded Hange yesterday.

For this reason, he stormed down the corridor of the headquarters. Just as he was about to turn the corner, a woman rushed out of a room with whom he inevitably collided.

The young cleaning lady tripped over her bucket due to the force and fell to the ground. Her (e/c) eyes automatically looked for answers in his astonished face, still realizing what had just happened.

“Excuse me.“ Erwin muttered, helping the woman to get up immediately, “Are you hurt?”

Her delicate fingers clung tighter to his calloused hand.

“No, it’s all right.“ she replied with a smile.

This simple smile caught Erwin’s attention. Never before had he seen so much honesty in a single smile. He couldn’t help but stare, especially when he felt her fingers, cold from cleaning, on his hand.

“I’m glad to hear that. Excuse me again, next time I’ll be more careful.“ Erwin said again, collected.

Smiling further, she let her hand slide back.

“As I said, everything’s fine.“ she repeated.

After a stern nod, Erwin continued on his way to his office, while his colleagues were already waiting for his instructions. The young cleaning lady looked at him with admiration, but he didn’t turn around.

It would be a lie if she said that this man didn’t leave a lasting impression. He was well dressed in black suit pants, a brown belt to match the shoes, and a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, granting a perfect glance at his trained forearm muscles. His face had sharp contours and his deep blue eyes reflected pure determination – ready to chain every criminal.

Although Erwin disappeared from her sight a while ago, the cleaning lady stared for a long time. Only the mixed smell of smoke and mild aftershave assured her that this mysterious man hadn't been a daydream.

While she was still lost in her thoughts about him, Erwin Smith was already standing in front of the board where the judge’s various crimes hung, but as expected, there was no connection between them except for the motive.

At that moment, he realized that getting ahead of the judge was the only way to catch him. The only difficulty was to guess who would be his next victim.

“Good morning my homies are you all awake? Did you all sleep well? Well, then everything's great!“, Hange sang happily walking into the room, but her enthusiasm died at the sight of the dark faces of her colleagues.

“Why do you all look so grumpy?“, she asked, lifting her eyebrows, “Get a cup of coffee or eat a cookie. The world is beautiful.”

Erwin approached her with folded arms.

“Just a word with you.” he remarked irritably, dragging her towards the exit by the upper arm.

“What’s going on?“ Hange asked in the hallway, because he was never angried by her being late.

“I have a plan to catch the judge.“ Erwin explained seriously, whereupon she blinked with her brown eyes.

“I listen.”

Carefully, he leaned closer to her.

“Not here.“, he whispered.

The two went out of the police station seeming like they wanted to smoke a cigarette outside. After Erwin was sure that no other ears would listen to his words, he described his planned course of action.

“Our only chance to catch the judge is to beat him. In the past few weeks, there have been only two people who could end up as victims of the judge, since they both got away. Here are their files.”

Immediately, he handed her the documents of one of the possible victims.

“We will shadow them until the judge attacks. So we can catch him in action.”

Hange stared thoughtfully at the photo of the possible target.

“And why are you explaining this to me, you don’t think...”

Before she could make her guess, Erwin nodded decisively.

“The Moran case was covered up to keep the mayor’s reputation from crumbling. So no one knows that Samuel Moran killed that woman. Which means the judge doesn’t pick his victims with the help of the news, but with our database. I had our security system thoroughly checked for hacker attacks, but everything was clean, so the judge has internal access to our data.”

Shocked, Hange held her hand in front of her mouth.

“So the judge is one of us?“, she choked in perplexity.

“Yes, but I think there are several – at least two. The murders are too structured and meticulously organized to be the work of an individual.”

Overwhelmed by the new flood of information, Hange sighed, leaning against the concrete wall of the police station.

“My goodness... are you saying that the headquarters are covered with bugging devices?”

On alert, Erwin gazed at his surroundings.

“Probably, but don’t even look for them. We can’t let the judge find out we’re one step ahead of him. Otherwise we can pack our things right now, do you understand?”

She nodded vigorously.

“That’s why we’re going in as if this conversation never happened.“ Erwin demanded with cold shimmering eyes, “We were out here because I scolded you for your miserable work ethic, is that clear?”

Hange swallowed.

“Of course, sir.”

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Late in the evening, the corridors of the police station were empty. Only the white light of the lamps illuminated the blue linoleum floor, which had just been washed by the young cleaning lady. Exhausted from the hard work, she headed for the next office.

When she opened the door, she discovered the handsome man from this morning. His head was now buried in documents, while his soft breathing filled the room. Because of this sight, she couldn't suppress a giggle, which immediately woke Erwin from his sleep.

With dim eyes he looked at the angel standing in the door frame.

Was that a dream?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you from your sleep.“ she smiled kindly at him.

Instantly he sorted himself again.

“Everything’s fine. I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me, so I’m grateful you woke me.”

The cleaning lady effortlessly closed the door.

“Then I’m not the only one who has to work at this hour.“ she said, stepping closer to his desk, “But maybe we should take a break.”

She immediately pulled out a thermos and two sandwiches from the bag that hung at her cleaning cart.

“This is fine black tea and sandwiches made with frustration. Don’t miss this.“ she announced with a smile.

There it was again – that heartwarming smile that hypnotized Erwin until he forgot that he actually wanted to refuse.

“I’d love to.”

In order to not get crumbs on the documents on his desk, the two sat down on the leather couch next to the door. The young woman poured the tea into two paper cups and unpacked the sandwiches from the plastic foil.

“Here.“ she said, handing him the sandwich.

“Thank you very much.“ Erwin thanked her, “What’s your name?”

Before the cleaning lady answered, she took a sip of the tea.

“(Y/N) and you’re welcome.”

A small smile escaped his lips.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Erwin, by the way.”

“It's nice to meet you too, Erwin.”

The rest of their small dinner they spent talking about everything. There was an incredible harmony between the two. They seemed like two lost souls who had finally found each other. If someone accidentally would run into the room at that moment, he would have labeled them as old friends, if not even as a couple, even though they were strangers just yesterday.

When they finally emptied the thermos and ate the sandwiches, Erwin got up from the couch. His stabbing headache didn’t give him the chance to focus. Sighing, he strolled to his desk drawer.

“What are you looking for?“, (Y/N) asked innocently.

“I'm looking for my painkillers. My head is exploding.“ he replied, rummaging through the drawer.

“It is more effective to massage the temples.“ she said resolutely.

“I don’t think a simple massage will help here.“ Erwin countered, continuing to look for the pills.

When he thought he finally found them, the palette was empty.

“Are you sure you don’t want a massage?“, (Y/N) asked, raising an eyebrow.

For a few moments he looked at her quietly until he finally sat back on the couch.

“Show me how skilled you are.“ Erwin requested with a smile.

Immediately her fingers slipped to his temples. With constant circular movements (Y/N) massaged these sensitive points. After only a few moves, Erwin closed his eyes. Contrary to his expectation, relaxation spread in his overworked head. Not a single thought bothered him anymore. Over the time, his head became heavier and heavier until it suddenly landed on (Y/N)'s lap.

Surprised, she paused in the massage while her cheeks slightly reddened, but instead of complaining, she enjoyed the extra warmth on her thighs, which is why she continued.

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Erwin spent the next few weeks shadowing one of the judge’s possible targets while Hanji looked after the other one. In order to keep the whole operation in secret, the two always invented the right excuses. None of their colleagues or superiors knew about it.

Although this wait was exhausting, Erwin was motivated by the idea of spending his evening with (Y/N). Already after the first evening together, he knew that it won't be a one-time meeting. He had fallen too hard in love with her smile and her other remarkable qualities.

After catching the judge, Erwin wanted to ask (Y/N) out on a date.

Focused, he followed by car the possible target, who just turned into a side street. To create some distance, he parked his car at the side of the road and followed the fading silhouette until suddenly another figure stepped out of the cover of darkness.

“This is the judge speaking.“, the computer voice introduced itself as it grabbed the man by the upper arm and twisted it so far that he couldn't fight back because of the pain.

“A few weeks ago, you, Evan Downs, stabbed a homeless man for fun without being held accountable by the law for your actions. Therefore, I hereby sentence you to death by stabbing vital organs.”

Without hesitation, the judge took out a knife and tried to ram it in the side of his body.

“Put the blade down or I’ll shoot!”

The blonde investigator’s intimidating voice caused the judge to freeze. Without resisting, he dropped the knife in his hand and freed his victim from his grip.

With haste, Erwin destroyed the distance between the two so that he could handcuff the suspect. He then pulled the hood down, which revealed a familiar pair of (e/c) eyes.

“(Y/N)...”

He uttered this name in incomprehension. He couldn’t believe that this was the person he’d been chasing for the past few months. It was the same one who massaged his temples after a long day’s work, provided him with good food, listened to his problems and smiled indescribably.

“Erwin!“ (Y/N) sobbed pleading, but he continued to stare speechlessly into her face.

Oh, how he wished he was wrong.

When the realization finally conquered his consciousness, his last inhibition broke.

“I can explain everything...”, she whimpered, eyes glistening.

“Of course you will have to explain everything.“ he hissed at her, dragging her to his car, “at the interrogation table.”

After he had sat her to the back seat, he immediately started the engine and rushed back to the police station. On his way there, he dialed Hange's number.

“Erwin? What’s up?“ her voice echoed.

“I got the judge. Come to the police station right now.”

“Oh my God, seriously? I’m on my way.”

Erwin hung up and drove to the station at an incredible speed. Once there, he took (Y/N) to the next interrogation room.

For the first time in his life, he felt that his emotions were not completely under control, so he let Hange lead the interrogation. In the meantime, he watched them through the large mirror.

It couldn’t been worse. The girl he had honest feelings for turned out to be the most notorious criminal in town.

“(Y/N) (L/N). You are suspected to have committed murder in eleven cases with the pretext of vigilantism.“, Hange explained, leaning comfortably back in her chair, “You have the right to consult a lawyer and to refuse your testimony. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court.”

With an emotionless facial expression (Y/N) looked at the brunette sitting opposite from her.

“Would you like to comment on the allegations?“, Hange asked expectantly.

Silently, the young woman turned her gaze to the supposed mirror. Although she couldn’t see the detective behind it, she knew he was standing there.

“I’m sorry I let you down.”

Despite her falling tears, her voice remained calm.

“I’m sorry I don’t meet your expectations.“ she continued quietly crying, “But I couldn’t watch the injustice without acting. Not anymore.”

These words eased Erwin’s anger. They reminded him that the judge was not an unscrupulous murderer, but a child of despair – created by the corrupt state that didn't care.

That was the only thing (Y/N) had said that night, which is why Hange ended the interrogation prematurely. She sat for a long time over a cup of coffee with Erwin at his office table. The two talked about (Y/N), how his path was entangled with hers and how defenseless she seemed, but most of the time they kept their thoughts to themselves.

After several conversations, Hange left the tall man alone. His tired eyes observed the locked door until the couch caught their attention. Involuntarily he remembered the evenings he had spent with (Y/N). The evenings turned into nights, so he often fell asleep in her arms.

Her comforting warmth couldn't be replaced by his cigarettes or the cozy light of his desk lamp. Only she was able to touch his heart in this way.

When the realization hit him, he rushed like a madman to the cell where she was being held, but when he stopped in front of the iron bars, he couldn't find her anywhere.

She had escaped.

Tense, he clenched his teeth. He should have known, he should have known that her accomplice wouldn’t leave her alone – and apparently, he was the one who had access to the security system.

Immediately, he constructed a mental map in his mind which he used to go systematically through all the suspects. After only a few minutes, he had identified the suspect.

Levi Ackerman.

An inconspicuous man who merely cleaned up the crime scene – or rather successfully destroyed evidence. He had access to the database, close contact with investigators, and an illegible facial expression.

Without hesitation, he dialed Levi’s number.

“Where is (Y/N)?“, Erwin asked, right after the black haired man picked up the phone.

“Who the hell is (Y/N)? And why are you calling me at night?“, Levi complained, audibly annoyed.

“Stop playing innocent, Levi. The game’s over.“, Erwin replied dryly.

“I don’t know what you fucking mean.”

“Levi.“ Erwins sharp voice interrupted him, leaving the smaller male speechless.

Thereupon, Levi said nothing more. But instead of hanging up, he kept quiet.

“I want to talk to her.“, Erwin demanded, quieting down.

He was silent.

“Please.”

After a crack, Levi began to speak again.

“Is she really not in the cell?“, Levi asked anxiously.

“No, she’s not here.”

“Then that ugly shit has her!“, he cursed furiously, “Fucking hell!”

An oppressive feeling crept into the lonely heart of the detective.

“Who?”

“Bill Moran, that asshole!“, Levi cried desperately into the phone, “He’s going to fucking execute her!”

Immediately Erwin’s breath got stuck in his throat.

“Do you know where he took her?“ he asked, struggling for air.

“No, but I have a guess.”

After Levi had spit out the possible whereabouts of the two, Erwin rushed to the parking garage with a loaded gun. Since Levi was far away from the said building, he wouldn't arrive until later as backup.

The pointless game against time had begun, which he wasn't allowed to lose. Erwin was known for challenging and wining against fate with his daring plans and assumptions.

But when he heard a shot as he sprinted up the stairs to the roof with burning lungs, he knew that he lost this time.

Hoping that his ears betrayed him, he ran upwards with his gun ready to fire. In the background he could hear the fading sound of a helicopter.

His worst nightmare became a reality when he discovered (Y/N)'s huddled body next to the roof edge.

Instantly, he sank to her onto the floor. Her eyes, darkened by pain, brightened up as soon as she recognized him.

“Erwin...”, she greeted him with a smile, as she always did.

“I’m here, (Y/N). I’m here.“, he assured her, tenderly stroking her head.

His eyes searched restlessly for injuries until he saw the gunshot wounds on her stomach. He uttered a hateful curse, knowing that these injuries meant a painful death – and no one could help her anymore. It was only a matter of time before life would completely vanish from her body.

“I’m sorry, Erwin.“, she breathed in torment.

“No, darling, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m not judging you.“, he answered, hardly holding back tears.

“Since when did I become your darling?“, she laughed in great pain.

The sweat pearls on her forehead showed how hard it was for her to speak.

“I don’t know. But when this is over, I’ll take you out and make it official, what do you think?“, he asked, tensely smiling, whereupon (Y/N) nodded happily.

He felt the heat slowly disappearing from her body.

“But please don’t smoke at our date, otherwise it will be unpleasant to kiss you.“ she pleaded, cupping his cheek weakly.

How strange those words sounded from the mouth of a half-dead woman.

“Of course, I won't smoke.”

After these words had left his mouth, his lips collided with hers. Immediately her trembling lips returned this gentle farewell kiss.

Both knew it was time to say goodbye, but Erwin held on, hoping that death wouldn't take (Y/N) from his arms away.

But death was stronger and eventually caught up with the young woman. When he shared her last breath with her, he knew she was gone.

For a long time he watched her closed eyes until small snowflakes fell on her beautiful eyelashes. With teary eyes, he turned his head towards the night sky.

It was the first snowfall of the year.

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The newspapers exploded with headlines when the judge’s death became public. The journalists were unaware of the truth. The news reported that (Y/N) (L/N) was shot during the arrest because she had resisted.

Bill Moran took advantage of this news to strengthen his reputation in various talk shows.

In his evening live interview, he knew what kind of big speeches he wanted to present – but what he didn’t know was that two cold, blue eyes were watching him.

“As you know, this is an interactive interview where citizens of our city can ask the mayor questions. We’re already getting our first call.“, the well-dressed host explained, while he answered the phone.

“Good evening. You are connected to the live interview. What’s your name and what’s your question?”

A brief silence followed.

“This is the judge speaking.“ A deep, computer-distorted voice introduced itself.

“Very funny, but the judge is dead.“, Bill Moran interrupted him with a laugh.

“You murdered (Y/N) (L/N) brutally with two shots in the stomach and let her bleed to death in agony. By taking her right to take responsibility for her actions at court, you committed an unforgiveable crime. Therefore, I sentence you to death.”

Before the mayor could protest, two loud shots were heard, which immediately pierced his body.

A few minutes later, he died.

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[riewritten]

Rie you bastard- you cant tag me in THAT kind of part of your writing LIKE THAT, and just leave???!!! Hello police? Im being targeted!!!

But it was very thoughtful of you to do that 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 thank you 🫶🏻 I'll cherish it ❤️

yes i was really planning to tease 😭 but my goofy ahh read it wrong!! in my mind the game was about "last paragraph of ur wip", not the last line !!

that being said... hehe. hehehehe. here's the continuation of my Mere Droplets WIP excerpt:

thx for coming to my ted talk

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[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

Ok so like Tolerate It by Taylor Swift is such a masterpiece, I was listening to it after work and realized that it was such a perfect material for an Erwin Smith angst lmao. Anyway, here's the result of my tolerate it brainrot 👀💀

You sit and watch him.

You sit and watch him, forehead creasing upon reading the reports he got this morning.

You sit and watch him, his veiny hands that knows both violence and gentleness scribbling important pieces of information on an empty sheet, pile after pile.

You sit and watch him, as he massages his temple, drinking the cup of tea you made for him while he continues to work very late at night.

You sit and watch him, clad in his uniform of authority as he gets ready to go to the headquarters.

You sit and watch him, as he closes the door, setting off for another day of fulfilling the duties and responsibilities of a commander.

And while your husband's away, you also fulfill the duties of a wife. Cleaning, polishing the plates until they gleam and glisten, doing the chores, making the house a home.

At the end of the day, you wait by the door. You wait for your dear husband's return. And when he does, you greet him with a battle hero's welcome, as he should be, pulling him into a tight hug and telling him a warm 'welcome home' as you bury your face on his chest. And he pulls away, telling you to send dinner in his office and you smiled. As the perfect housewife you wanted to be, you cheerfully responded to his request. And when he went upstairs, the smile on your face was immediately replaced with a look of emptiness.

Mrs. Smith. That's who you are. The wife of Erwin Smith. The wife of the great commander. The perfect wife for a perfect husband.

That's how it all used to be. You met him when you were young and when he was still a dreamy-eyed teenager who dreamed of seeing the whole world. He was your first love and you were his. He went to military training and was separated from you. You feared that the time you spent away would pull you away from each other. But he came back. He came back as someone older and much wiser. You fretted that he might already have met someone else. You worry that he has already forgotten about you. But when your eyes locked together inside the tavern where his friends celebrated his return, he smiled at you and hurriedly went your way. You were nervous, anxious about what's to happen and that's when he grabbed your hand and took you outside where it was just the two of you under the twinkling starry night. And that's when he confessed that he never stopped thinking of you. It made your heart flutter, it took you to seventh heaven. The next words he said made tears fall from your eyes. 'Will you marry me?', he asked. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes you didn't know how to react. 'But what about your dream? The world?', you replied. 'You are my world Y/N', he caressed your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours. And you have never felt so happy. You agreed to his proposal with a kiss and that's when you became Mrs. Smith

It was a dream. Being married to Erwin Smith felt like a dream. He was everything a wife could ask for. He was gentle, he was kind, he was sweet, he was all the good things in the world. But as years passed by and he got promoted, an unspeakable distance was slowly creeping to tear the perfect marriage you have.

It used to be a house filled with warmth. It used to be a house filled with laughter. It used to be a house filled with sweetness. It used to be a house filled with love. It used to be a home. But it has now become an empty shell of what it used to be. Now it's merely the house of the great commander and the perfect housewife.

Where's the man who used to throw blankets over your barbed wire? He was gone. He was building other worlds without you. Once you used to be his world, but that's a story from a long time ago. You are now begging for footnotes in the new chapter of his life.

And he assumed you were fine.

Hiding it with your warm smiles and gentle touches. You have perfected the art of suppressing it all in. Because you love him.

You even convinced yourself. Using the best colors to paint his portrait. That he's still the man you married, the gentle, sweet, kind and loving husband. And sometimes you thought, maybe that's all this marriage really is. Merely a picture perfect union.

But there are days, days when the pain is too much and you realize that your love should be celebrated and not taken for granted. And that's when the thoughts start coming in. What if you take this dagger from your heart and remove it? What if you break free? What if you leave your marriage in ruins? What would he do if you did it?

But you never can. This was all just in your head. You have made him your temple, your mural, your sky. You love him more than your own happiness. You vowed to love him, to have and to hold, for better or for worse. And that's what Mrs. Smith will do.

You sit and watch him as he tolerates you tolerating him.

#ok but why is taylor swift and the other lyricist such a literary genius tho 🥹🥹🥹 #oh to beg for footnotes in the story of erwin smith's life kskskksskk #erwin #erwin smith #erwin smith angst #erwin angst #erwin smut #erwin smith smut #just kidding #im clickbaiting #muahaha #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #shrek's erwin bla #🗑️🗑️🗑️

[moonyy-writes]

hospitals - eruri

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prompt 4 - write the worst possible way your OTP could've met

Levi groaned as the big oaf started talking to him again. Something about cars. Levi didn’t care though, he just wanted peace and quiet. He survived that car accident only to wish he had died. 

See, he had ended up in a duo hospital room with some guy named Erwin. He had broken his arm and a few ribs, so he was in better shape than Levi. 

“Then you’ll never guess what happened at the end!” 

“What?” Levi rolled his eyes.

“Everybody died!” Erwin rambled excitedly.

“I wish I was dead.” Levi muttered under his breath.

“Hm?” 

“Nothing.” 

“You know, I’m glad I got stuck with someone like you. You’re a good listener.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Except sometimes I feel like I just annoy you.”

Levi shrugged, he figured if he let him ramble he’d eventually get the hint and stop.

“But it’s fine, it’s not like we’re doing anything else.” 

“Remember that hospital room?” Erwin asked.

Levi groaned, “how could I not? All you did was talk and talk. I could never get peace and quiet.”

“Well you never directly told me to stop talking,” Erwin laughed. “You just kept nodding and saying “mhm...mhm...okay”.” 

Levi rolled his eyes, “Okay, okay. I get it.”

Erwin wrapped his arm around Levi and pulled him into a hug, “how else would you have been able to fall in love with me?”

Levi groaned despite the blush that covered his face. 

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[spectorbear]

— strangers (soulmates) (teaser)

pairing: erwin smith x f!reader

part one here!

“ wish i could go back to the day we met and leave you be, sit and look pretty. ” - jess benko, a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Levi being separated from his wife for years after joining the scouts but finding his way back to her

Pairing: husband!Levi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,7k

Synopsis: Just before Erwin was about to catch you in the underground city, Levi begs you to stay behind and promises to return. Years pass, years in which he never reached out once. Until an unexptected visitor knocks on your door.

Warnings: heavy angst to comfort, the last part is not proofread so have mercy, please let me know what you think as this is the second aot fanfic I'm posting <3

Tags: @lees-chaotic-brain @sanicsmut @levislegislation

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You move with almost frightening speed around the countless buildings, escaping the hands of the blonde male behind you by razor’s edge. Why the hell are the survey corps so much stronger than the military police? So skilled with the 3D manoeuvre gear that it’s almost scary, haunting after you so fast that it’s getting harder and harder to escape their grasps. But everything is going according to plan, right? You need to get yourself caught, you need to join the survey crops, you-

“Move to the left. Just keep going and don’t look back. You are skilled enough to escape them alone.”

Your glossy eyes dart towards your husband in disbelief. No, he can’t be serious about what he just said. That would mean…

“But we’ll get separated”, you argue.

Levi is fully aware of what he’s asking from you. But given the neck-breaking speed and the skills of the people behind you, the risk of getting caught is greater than the benefit of staying together. And that man…Even though he promised you the world, Levi could tell by the sound of his voice that he isn’t trustworthy. He might go to hell, he might die in the process, but you.

There is absolutely no way in hell he’ll risk your life.

At least you’d be safe, even if it means he’ll be away from you for some time.  

“I never intended on taking you with me, (y/n). If we’ll get separated, I will come and find you here. I promise.”

His words don’t make any sense while you shake your head in mistrust. But you agreed on going together, all four of you. Why would you stay behind, why would he even suggest something like that?

“(y/n), I don’t want to lose you because of a mission. Please, move left.”

You don’t know what to do, mind completely clouded by anger, fear and uncertainty. You would trust your husband with everything, laying your life right into his hands. But this? This means you might never see again, this means he’ll leave you here for who knows how long, this means your husband could lose his life for freedom.

“But what if I lose you?”

“You will never lose me. I promise I’ll come back to you, just trust me with this one. I love you, (y/n).”

You take a deep breath, the next intersection coming closer and closer. It’s time to make a decision.

Will you move left like Levi begged you to or will you move right and followi him like you initially planned?  

With a load of gas you propel yourself past a building, moving with horrendous speed down the tight side streets of the underground.

One last glance. One last glance into the eyes of the man who is the only light in your life, one last glance into the cold blue eyes of the man who is now chasing after him.

“You better come back to me, Levi Ackerman”, you mutter to yourself while holding back bitter tears.

-a few years later-

“Take it or leave it. I will find someone else who’ll buy it.”

“Are you up on sale too?”

That’s enough. With a swift motion, you pierce through the man’s dirty hand with your knife before turning around and leaving his house in company of his pathetic screams.

It’s been years. Years since Levi go taken away from you by that blonde man with blue eyes, years since he promised that he’ll come back.

But he never did. With fast and skilled motions, you swing around, making your way back home before the military police starts getting on your nerves again.

Everything seems so cold since he left. Your worn-down house, the bed you used to share, your whole fucking life. Who knows what happened after they got caught. Are all of them still alive? Maybe something went wrong, maybe they die-

No. You shake your head vehemently. This is simply not possible. Levi Ackerman would never die through the hands of a titan, let alone a member of the survey corps. That’s absolutely impossible, unbelievable to say the least. Maybe he started a new life on the surface with his friends, lying under the sun right now while eating the most exquisite food.

Good for him. If you weren’t still stuck in this hell.

A few harsh knocks on the door rip you out of your dreams.

“Who the hell is this?”, you grumble to yourself.

You don’t expect any visitors today. To be exact, you never expected anyone to visit you. So who could this be? The man you threatened before? The military police officers you stole from? Whatever, you will figure it out somehow.

But when you open the door, you aren’t greeted by the face of a disgusting officer. No, you stare right into ice-blue eyes.

“When will you finally let me get her?”

He missed you every single day since you parted your way back then in the underground city. How are you? What are you doing? Are you even alive? Levi’s hands clenched into fist just by the thought of it. Countless lonely night that felt so empty without you by his side, countless people he lost during the process. If you knew what happened…

“Is a woman really that important to you? She must be someone really special if you’re still asking about her”, Erwin commented, staring at the captain sitting in front of him with eagle eyes.

Yes, he does remember you. The girl who took the left path back then, the only one him and his squad weren’t able to catch.

“She is my wife. If you don’t allow me to get her, I will quit my service”, Levi suddenly barked at his commander.

How unexpected. Even though Erwin could tell that you’ve meant something to him when he decided to leave you in the underground city, he never thought his relations to you would go that deep.

“Fine, if that’s what you wish I’ll go and escort her.”

“I will get her myself-“

“You have a job to do, remember? I will take Moblit with me, it shouldn’t take long, given she cooperates.”

Did he even have a choice? One look into Erwin’s face showed him more than urgent that this is nothing to be discussed. And even though he hates to admit it, somehow Erwin is right. These brats were unpredictable, along with Hange.

“Fine”, Levi finally grumbled.

As long as you’ll finally be back in his arms, he won’t complain.

“You”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Your whole body begins to tremble in thick rage, eyes darting right through his spoiled soul. His eyes haunted you in your dreams, how he talked to your husband back then, how they pushed his gorgeous face into the dirt. You will never forgive him. No, nothing in the world could make you forgive the blonde man in front of you who stole your life away from you so cruel.

“Where is Levi?”

“Maybe if you calm down-“

“SHUT UP”, you immediately interrupt the other man behind him.

“You will pay for all these fucking years I had to live without him. You will pay for every sleepless night, for every tear that I cried. You will pay with your own pathetic life!”

With a swift motion, you lower the knife out of your sleeve, ready to hit his carotid artery with full force.

Until you suddenly fall to the ground, the last thing you are able to see being this asshole’s boots before everything turns black…

“I…hate…y-“

Silence, darkness, nothingness.

“You didn’t have to hit her this hard. Levi will definitely make you pay for punching his wife”, Erwin comments dryly before gently lifting your numb body over his shoulder.

“His wife, huh? No wonder she’s so feisty, what a pain in the ass”, Moblit remarks.

“I understand her anger. After all, I hid her husband for multiple years from her. Let’s see how she acts when she wakes up…”

-back at the base camp-

“Who’s this woman?”, Eren mumbles into his best friend’s ear, staring at the lifeless female body laying in front of Erwin’s feet.

“They just came back with her. But nobody seems to know who she is”, Armin clarifies.

Everything hurts. Your back, your head, your limbs feel like falling off every second. You feel like hit by a horse…Did the military police catch you? Did someone come for you? Impossible…

You rub your head, lids blinking against the harsh light. Where the hell are you? And why is it so damn bright here? This definitely isn’t the candle in the middle of your bedroom.

You lift your trembling limbs off the ground, groaning when a new wave of nausea rolls over you. God, why do you feel so bad? You can’t even remember what happened last. You were at the underground, you made a deal with that asshole, you returned home, it knocked.

It knocked.

Your eyes widen in pure horror when his face lights up in your head. He. He was there. The man who stole your life from you, the man who took your husband with him.

“I’m glad you’re awake, he should return every minute-“

“You.”

Your eyes roam around without an aim until his cold blue eyes meet yours.

“You took everything from me!” you scream on top of your lungs.

The air around you heats up immediately, all the voices quieting down in an instant when your trembling index finger darts towards commander Erwin Smith.

“You took my life from me, you stole my husband and now you kidnap me! I’ve had enough, you’ll pay for all your sins, for how miserable you made my life! Do you know how many lonely nights I begged for him to return, that I even started praying for him to come back home to me? You promised freedom but caged me to the underground in my hopeless dream of him returning someday!”

Again, you shoot towards him with your knife in your hand. Fuck, you hate the way hot tears start to sting in your eyes and take your sight, but you can’t help yourself. This man in front of you is the epitome of living hell, the reason you suffered all these goddamn years. You aim for his neck, ready to slice him open like a fish along with a toe-curling scream that escapes your trembling lips.

“Don’t.”

The sheer force of a pair of fingers wrapped around your wrist is enough to make you stop. This almost sounded like…

“Levi.”

“I have to explain all this to you calmly. Please put down your knife, (y/n).”

“You have some fucking nerve”, you mutter under your breath, eyes darting towards him for the first time in years.

He looks just like you remember him, figure roaming over you for a few inches, eyes as calm as the ocean, hair neatly trimmed. Yes, he is just as attractive as you remembered.

And alive.

And this is the first time you see him, after so many years.

“Where have you been all this time, huh?”, you cry out.

You free yourself out of his grasp, now storming towards him.

“What about the promise you made back then, that you’ll return to me?”

Your hands push against his firm chest harshly, fists slamming over and over against his tight muscles while all he does is standing there.

“You left me without saying goodbye, without even thinking about me twice. Do you know how much I cried that day, how much I missed my fucking husband?”

Tears stream down your face like a waterfall, voice so hoarse that it’s hard to cough out a single word that makes sense.

“Why didn’t you come back? Why did you leave me in the dark? Why-“

He can’t hold back any longer. Before you continue your ramblings, before you are able to hit him again, Levi wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. God, how much he missed this, how much he missed the simplicity of holding his wife in his arms.

“I love you, (y/n)”, he breathes against your ear.

You see stars, feel like fainting, want to push him away while all you want is to be held at the same time. Countless nights you imagined what it would be like to meet him again, countless nights you pondered about his life, where he might live, what he is doing.

And now he’s standing in front of you, pressing you tightly against his firm body while all you can do is break down and cry in his inviting arms.

“Back then, I have asked you to move left because I feared what lies behind the walls. And I was right, (y/n). The things I saw, the countless lives the titans took. Isabel and Furan, they… They died on our first expedition. It wasn’t safe to drag you into this world. Even if I wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms again, I figured it would be easier to know you live as far away from the titans and me than being in danger…”

“You idiot”, you spit into the face you learned to love long ago.

“I would rather die by your side than live alone at the safest place. Don’t you understand that all I wanted was to be with you?”

Your words echo through his mind, the past years replaying themselves in front of his eyes like a movie. It’s been so damn long. He should have asked about getting you sooner, he should have moved hell and earth to get you out of the underground.

“I’m sorry about all those years, (y/n). You were the only thing on my mind this whole time, I was longing for your touch, for your presence. I wrote a list of things I want to show you. I know how much I’m asking for, but please forgive me, please be by my side right here and now.”

Is it really this simple? Is one look in his lovely face enough to forget all those years you’ve waited for him? Your heart pounds hard against your ribcage, all pairs of eyes seem to be set on you. What are you supposed to do?

“A simple sorry won’t take away all those years I’ve waited for you.”

Levi swallows hard, this usual cool composure slowly but surely breaking away. Fuck, he messed up. He should have gone after you immediately, he should have ignored Erwin’s advice. If you leave him right here on the spot…His eyes widen in thick fear. No, this would completely tear him apart. After all, you are his precious wife, the love of his life, the only reason he kept going despite all the people that died in front of his eyes.

“But I won’t live in the past with regrets. I was hoping forward for this day so long, let’s enjoy it.”

And then you return his hug, wrapping your arms around his ribcage like you used to. Levi lets himself fall into your touch, soaks in the decent smell of citrons on your clothes. God, how much he missed this, how much he missed you.

“We will never return to the underground, my darling. Your place is right here under the sun.”

You press your lips against his hungrily, soaking up this precious moment. This is exactly how you imagined your reunion. Maybe a few years earlier, maybe being escorted by himself. But god, you can’t help but get lost against his mouth, your fingers re-discovering the valleys of his well-toned body.

“Huh, what’s going on here? HUH, DID I MISS SOMETHING!?”

Levi slowly removes his lips from yours, cold eyes staring darkly behind you. You follow his gaze, looking directly into the way too near face someone wearing glasses.

“This is my wife, shitty four-eyes. Can you stop bothering her?”

“WHAT? You never mentioned anything about a wife! Oh, what a gorgeous woman she is! And you’re just as small as Levi himself. Huh, maybe that’s what comes with living under the ground, right? But don’t worry, you will be just fine here! Apart from some titans here and there, and maybe titan shifters and don’t forget those-“

“Shut.Up.”, Levi hisses through gritted teeth.

#aot fluff #aot #aot x reader #levi aot #attack on titan #levi ackerman #attack on titan x female reader #attack on titan x reader #levi attack on titan #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi angst #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x female reader #hanji zoe #erwin smith #erwin aot #hange #aot x y/n #aot x female reader #aot x you

[koulakoukoula2003]

Hi so I was wondering if you could share some your headcanons for Erwin x reader modern AU but if somebody's already asked or you've done it already than that's ok 🙏🙏

OF COURSE, ANON *stretches fingers*

Erwin x Reader Modern!AU Headcanons

You two met one morning completely randomly when you both discovered a bakery that makes the finest croissants in town

You bumped into him and god were you the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on "i- i'm so sorry!"

he chuckled "it's quite alright,"

you two kept finding each other every day at the exact same hour in the exact same bakery so as you can see, things were bound to happen

you could have never guessed that this man was rich. you only found out on your first date that took place in the most expensive restaurant in the city and he paid the entire bill no matter how much you insisted that it wasn't fair

so yes, whatever AU we're in, this man's got money, you cannot convince me otherwise

he's got exceptional manners, a real gentleman from the way he treats you, holds your hand, spoils you

but uhhhhh you've no idea what his job is about LMAO you've no idea how he makes all that money and wellllllll you'll probably never find out

listen, erwin smith is a morally grey character in canon, and in my opinion, he is a morally grey character in every universe you find him

i mean, he's got a company that makes phones and laptops and gadgets like that but that's a brand that no one's heard about and no one's buying?????

and this man's got money somehow????

something's totally fishy here

ahem TW but drug trafficking LMAO

yeah totally, he's the man who'd do that stuff and I KNOW this is not mafia!boss AU but hear me out

the man's got bigger goals, and he needs money to achieve them

so he does not hesitate to go to the not-so-moral side of the industry

but let's be honest, who DOESN'T do drugs in our current state am i right (me lol)

he hates the government no matter the country we're talking about (don't we all lmao)

he believes EVERY SINGLE CONSPIRACY THEORY you can think about, like conspiracy theories about covid??? HE KNOWS ALL OF THEM and he's come up with his own LMAO

he's extremely smart and his biography is impressive af the man's got a million degrees

so now the story can go two ways. you guys just sleep together for a few months and you guys don't really feel anything for each other.

ORRRR you accidentally find out about his illegal business and you leave him but the time you two spend away you realise you have fallen for each other so he finds you months later and tells you he loves you

and maybe you have to come in terms with the fact that you will stand by the man you love no matter how dangerous and immoral his job is.

Alexa, play "off to the races" by lana pls

#this turned more into a short bulletpointed fic than an actual headcanons post LMAO #snk #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #aot erwin #erwin x reader #erwin x you #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith imagine #erwin smith angst #erwin smith smut #erwin smith drabble #erwin smith x you #erwin x reader smut #erwin x oc #erwin x y/n #erwin angst #erwin fluff #erwin snk #erwin smith x you x miche zacharias #erwin smith x oc #erwin smith x y/n #erwin aot #erwin smith headcanons #erwin hcs #aot hcs #aot headcanons #snk headcanons