#erwin smith fanfic
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Marriage Pact (Erwin x Reader) Part III
Synopsis: To the surprise of the cadets, Commander Erwin is married to more than just his work. Their curiosity brings up fond memories of your and Erwin’s early days in the scouts.
Word Count: 6k
Tags/Warnings: Language, No Reader Pronouns, Fluff, Marriage Pacts, 104th Cadet Corps Shenanigans, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Original Characters, Alcohol
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
Notes: This has been done and edited for... far too long.
Affairs were irritatingly mundane during the days that followed the Military Ball. And after all the show-boating and money that exchanged hands, the Scouting Regiment certainly had something to prove.
“Shadis is putting you on expedition command?” You blinked in pleased surprise. Erwin stood in front of your desk, thumbs looped in a pair of straps that bisected his torso. He hummed in confirmation. You offered him a light applause with the soft tappings of your fingers. “Congratulations, that’s promising.”
“We can hope so.” Erwin shrugged with near indifference, brows jumping for only a moment as he considered the notion. He heaved a steady breath of air, likely already envisioning the increased workload.
“Hope so?” you laughed, not quite paying attention to his rigid body language. “You’re being set up to take command for sure—”
“Are you able to take my squads for a bit?” Erwin interjected. You blinked at him, taken aback by the interruption. He took a slight pause before squaring his shoulder back. “Sorry for cutting you off.” He tugged at his collar.
“No, not at all.” You shook your head, forcing yourself to maintain the cordial smile on your lips. You offered a gesture of your hand. “Continue.”
Erwin met your eye, matching your closed-lip smile of pleasantry, but only briefly. He dove right into business.
“I’ll be needed Tuesdays and Fridays. I was hoping you could take my squads. I asked Hange, but they’ve got their hands full with R&D,” he explained with a curt nod. You stared up at him, almost lost. Taking on additional bodies for two days a week was already a tall order, but taking on five extra squads might serve to be impossible.
“Okay,” you started, thinking before committing fully. If Hange couldn’t take them, you were likely the only one who could. Your eyes darted back at Erwin, who was waiting for your answer expectantly. Your lungs inflated with nervous air before you spoke again. “There’s no way they can be split—?”
“I don’t trust anyone else with my squads.” Erwin’s answer was swift. He stared at you with serious eyes and a severe expression. Erwin’s hands traveled from his leather straps as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. The sigh he heaved made you frown.
“There’s five of them. That’s— what?— over a hundred additional bodies?”
“Ninety-nine, actually.”
‘Okay, ninety-nine added to my eighty—”
“And I would owe you one.” Erwin leaned over the front of your desk. With one hand on the solid wooden surface, he imposed himself above you with his other hand back to clutching one of his ODM straps. The tips of his bangs swept gracefully over his forehead. Erwin glanced toward the door and then back at you.
You opened your mouth to retort, but your attempt at protest broke down into a resigned huff. You shook your head, raising your hands in defeat.
“Yeah, I can take your squads on Tuesdays and Fridays.” Your voice sounded more tentative than you’d have liked. Erwin quirked a brow. The crease on his forehead was subtle.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I can take them,” you said definitively, shooting him a glare of warning. “Don’t push your luck.”
Erwin’s brows bounced again as he surrendered a step backward. You cleared a few things off your desk in search of paper to write yourself a note.
“If you’re not busy, we could discuss details now. I could make us some tea.” You avoided his eye, a large part of you just wanting to use taking on his squads as an excuse to finally get some alone time with him to talk the whole marriage pact situation over.
“Shadis actually has me preoccupied. I’m actually due to meet with Edmonds any moment now.” He glanced at the clock on the wall before continuing to inch away. “I’ll send a memo by the end of the day.” He was already off by the time you looked up from your note-taking.
“A memo?” You nearly spat, standing as he began to walk out the door. You shouted after him. “I’m doing you a favor, Erwin! You owe me!”
He waved over his shoulder as he briskly walked out into the hall, not even bothering to look back.
“I know I do!”
***
There was a reason there were four section commanders.
Between your four squads and Erwin’s five squads, regular drills were crowded at best. The larger venue you scrambled to book for the following month was just large enough to accommodate your combined teams for standard practice. And for forest training, you were required to wear your ODM gear the entire day to get from one side of the grounds to another. You must have gone through five canisters in one session of supervising alone.
And so it went for the next few weeks. Almost every other day, you’d find yourself trudging up to the temporary training grounds far out of the way to meet over double the amount of soldiers you were used to. Erwin’s squads were about as obedient and competent as you could expect— Miche Zacharius alone took a hefty amount off your plate— but no amount of capability could take away from the fact that you were training half the branch two days out of the week. If it wasn’t for how well-coordinated your squad captains were, you might not have been able to pull off Erwin’s favor.
You stood at the edge of the forest with eyes toward the treetops on a particular Friday at the end of the month. The sun was already setting as you deliberated whether you wanted to let your total of nine squads leave for the day— the main deciding factor being your air tanks. If it were earlier, you might have switched your canisters, but after your last few rounds through the treetops, you decided you were satisfied with the work your teams had done. You watched them whip around among the branches, waiting until things felt right for you to call it quits.
The trotting of a horse sounded behind you. Just as you turned, Section Commander Fletcher dismounted.
“Are you getting paid for all this overtime?” he laughed, jogging his horse forward to meet you where you stood. You heaved a deep sigh, hands on your hips just out of the way of your massive sheathes.
“Can’t say I am,” you announced in the way otherwise polite words come out in fatigue. Fletcher pulled up beside you, gaze glued on the treetops above. A full squad of 28 members whirled by, maneuvering expertly through the branches and artificial targets.
“Wow,” he mused, a hand shielding his eyes from the beams of the setting sun, “You’ve got a well-oiled machine out here.” You crossed your arms over your chest.
“You’d think I’d have it figured out, considering I’ve had them about a month now.”
“This isn’t figured out?” Fletcher raised a brow, jabbing his thumb up toward the flurry of scouts. You let out an amused scoff, head tilting up to bask your face in what was left of the light.
“Flying by the seat of my pants,” you jested, but your words were true. Fletcher let out an amused puff before mirroring your posture.
“Hell, if this is you making things up as you go, I’d love to see what you got when you do have a plan.” He shook his head in silent admiration. His eyes flickered to you, irises huddling in the left corners of his eyes as he studied you through his peripheral. “No wonder Erwin went to you first.”
“He came to me because Hange was busy,” you laughed, “Honestly, Hange might have had better luck anyway. They’re more used to handling all the moving parts than I am.”
“Well, you’re doing great.” Fletcher nodded affirmatively. “Although, I can’t say I’m not pressed that I was the only one Erwin didn’t ask to take his squads…” His lips formed the slightest pout. “I could have sworn that Hange said he went to you first. Either way, we could have split them and done drills together.”
“Two of us and three-quarters of the branch? No, thank you.” Another laugh erupted from your throat, and you turned to fully face him for the first time that evening. You gave him a once over, noting the state of his uniform. “Um, Fletcher? You know your backplate is supposed to go on your back, right?”
You reached over to loop your finger through the leather strap connected to his backplate and ran over his shoulder. His attention shot straight to where you tugged before Fletcher’s face drooped in reluctant acknowledgment. He held his hands up in defeat.
“Yeah, I know. But I got everything on before I realized, and I didn’t want to take it off and start over.” You withdrew, subconsciously looping your hands around your own tattered ODM straps. Fletcher continued with some more frantic waving of his hands. “Look, don’t tell Shadis. I’ve already faced disciplinary action for one too many mishaps with the uniform. He says if it wasn’t for my record on the field, I would have already been demoted.”
“I don’t think there’s anyone who always has it perfect,” you tried to assure him. With the condition your straps were in, you were probably in uniform violation far more often than Fletcher was. Although, being as high ranking as you were, it probably wasn’t the greatest example to set for your squads. At least with you, most people couldn’t usually see that your uniform wasn’t up to policy in the first place without a full inspection. Fletcher was less lucky.
You heard your name a distance behind you, and by the time you turned again, Erwin had already ridden up the grassy hill on his white stallion. You perked up in surprise. Erwin spared a quick glance toward your company.
“Ah, and Section Commander Fletcher,” he remarked, not particularly content at the other section commander’s presence. Erwin smoothly slid off his saddle, tying up the reins to a nearby post with a flick of his wrist.
“Erwin! It’s good to see you finally resurface!” Fletcher waved. “What are you doing all the way out here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” Erwin retorted curtly, gazing briefly at the trees. The branches rustled with movement. “Don’t you have affairs of your own to prep for, Fletcher?”
“All about business as usual, I see,” Fletcher chuckled. His horse bumped him with its muzzle, and Fletcher gave the opposite side of the animal’s face a few pats. “It was quite the day today. My soldiers deserve the early break.”
“So soon before the next expedition.” Erwin’s eyes narrowed slightly, although his expression remained nearly undetectable. Despite his subtle dismay, Erwin’s demeanor remained straight and proper. “How intrepid.”
“If we work them too hard before the big day, they’ll be too exhausted to make responsible decisions.” Fletcher regarded Erwin nonchalantly, speaking lazily with his hands and a complacent twinge to his lips. Erwin blinked at him, scowling.
“Well, it’s good that we ran into each other,” he said, “You’re needed at headquarters. Something about one of your squads duking it out in the mess hall again.”
Fletcher’s face just about went white, and he needed little encouragement to mount his horse and start racing back toward Trost. He shouted something over his shoulder as he rode away. You only caught bits and pieces of promises to resume talking to you soon.
You watched him retreat down the hill, lost in fatigue from the day.
“Fletcher is an idiot.” Erwin’s voice cut through your daze. The harsh bite of his words hit you like an electric shock, causing you to perk up in acute astonishment.
Erwin didn’t meet your eye as he watched the speck that was Fletcher and his horse in the distance. He just stood there, posture straight and face stoic as he looked off toward the Walls. You opened your mouth to comment, but he soon brushed past you, leaving his scent in his wake. You stalled for only a moment before following him.
“What?” You wondered if you had heard him right. Erwin hardly spoke disparagingly of others— particularly not his peers— let alone so blatantly.
“For all that natural instinct Shadis sure puts a lot of stake in, Fletcher is an absentminded fool who won’t make it to see winter.” The inflection of his voice rose at the end of his sentence as if he were talking about a nice breeze. He shrugged, an uncomfortable and rigid indifference about him. Erwin focused on the equipment of his gear, standing just ahead of you at the edge of the forest.
“That’s mean.” You frowned. Erwin tightened one of his thigh straps.
“You know it as well as I do; no need to be coy.” He began rolling up his sleeves. You checked the time, wondering if Fletcher wasn’t the only superior officer to let his subordinates out for the day. “It’s better if he kept his destruction to his own squads. I don’t trust him around anything of mine.”
Perhaps you were devoting too much mental energy to your agreement, focusing too much on what exactly your relationship with Erwin was because his words left his lips and paralyzed you where you stood. You stopped mid-step, head jerking slightly in surprise.
“Anything of yours?” The words left your lips before you could even think.
You quickly snapped your mouth closed, meeting Erwin’s gaze with your own slightly widened eyes. You stood frozen, almost afraid to move. Erwin’s forehead creased, his mouth contorting downward with acute confusion. He cocked his head toward you, trying to decipher what the miscommunication was.
“I don’t trust him around my squads?”
“Oh,” you breathed, avoiding eye contact. You shook your head as if to physically dismiss the thoughts racing around your head. You covered your face with your hands, hiding the embarrassment and mortification that contorted your features. “I thought you said something else.” You shook your head again.
“What did you think I said?”
You continued to avoid meeting Erwin’s gaze even as you stepped up next to where he stood. You waved your hand in the air, not doing a great job of looking nonchalant. You stared straight ahead into the forest in an attempt to look normal.
“Don’t worry about it. I take it you want to round them up?” You gestured toward the trees. Your canisters were on the lower side regarding fuel, but you could afford to take one more trip around the training grounds. Luckily, Erwin didn’t pry.
“I’d like to catch the tail-end of their progress,” Erwin hummed. “And to see how severely I’m about to be out of a job.” You shot up into the trees together, landing on adjacent branches.
“Yeah, when you get promoted to commander, I’ll be working overtime taking on your teams while we train your replacement.” You were already on another branch, an impressive distance from where you started. Erwin wasn’t too far behind as you each signaled for your squads to regroup.
“You seem to be under the impression that Shadis will be relinquishing his title soon.” You could barely hear Erwin’s baritone voice over the wind in your ears. You whipped through the treetops together, expertly avoiding the soldiers flying through the air from the other direction.
“I thought we talked about playing modest?” you teased, swinging just ahead of him.
You landed next to each other, having reached the far end of the circuit. Your team captains were already leading your nine squads back the way you came to regroup and dismiss for the day. There was a notable shift in the air, no doubt caused by Erwin’s commanding presence. Everyone was eager to show off their coordination with the two of you present and watching.
“You’re talking as if you aren’t also very well qualified.”
“Erwin,” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes. You slapped him on the bicep with the back of your hand, “Shut up.”
“I’m just saying…” He whistled, playfully mocking the smile you tried to fight off. He didn’t even bother to hide his snickering. Erwin never looked old by any means, but even so, when he laughed, he seemed to become five years younger.
“Alright,” you sighed, the corners of your mouth still slightly upturned, “Let’s wrap this up. But I hope you know you’re taking charge on this one because I’m sick of looking at your squads—” You snickered, absentmindedly turning toward Erwin.
He stood with the thick wood of a branch beneath his boots, and his hand wrapped around an anchored cable which kept him steady. Erwin simply watched you. You dared to think he held something sentimental in his gaze, just like the night you made your pact. You turned to look over your shoulder, which garnered a chuckle from Erwin.
“Hey—” You were quick to snap in jest but weren’t allowed to say much else.
—“Would you like to grab a drink tonight?” Erwin mused.
You almost lost your balance right then and there. You instinctively moved to grip your own anchored cables.
“Yeah, sure,” you answered quickly, perhaps too quickly, “What time?”
“Let’s meet outside the gates at, uh, seven.” Erwin punctuated his decision with a decisive nod. His anchors reeled back in with a snap before he cast them out again into the forest. He didn’t miss another beat, already gearing up to set out through the branches again. You heard yourself agree before you both set off, ready to rein in the troops for the day.
***
You barely had time to stop home before it was time to meet Erwin, but you’d be damned if you were going to show up to your date in your uniform and the grime from the day on your skin.
To a lack of surprise, Erwin showed up early. He leaned against the brick pillar that held the left-side gate outside the Trost headquarters, seeming to have also changed clothes. Erwin retired his uniform straps and trousers for a pair of beige slacks. A grey leather jacket draped over his elbow, the dark color contrasting his white button-up. When he saw you, he perked up, pushing off from the pillar to meet you.
“I hope you’re okay with a walk,” he announced, his projected voice bouncing off the cobblestone street as he gestured in a vague direction with his thumb.
“Sounds good to me!” you answered, jogging up to meet him directly in front of the closed metal gates. You set off down the road together, chatting about random things from the day.
You didn’t see Erwin very often outside of work— although, given the nature of your professions, you still continued to see each other for obscene amounts of time between meetings, expeditions, and trainings. Even in contexts where you’ve slept within the same vicinity of each other, you were in uniform and on duty more often than not.
As you walked, you couldn’t help but consider how different he looked without his uniform— like something was missing. You wondered if you looked the same, although you didn’t have time to do much special preparation of your appearance between work and your meeting time. Your hair was still in an ODM-safe style.
You didn’t consider that this would become the norm when you were married. However, a growing part of you was gradually becoming more convinced that Erwin wasn’t actually serious about the agreement at all. Quite frankly, he hadn’t brought it up once, and you were sick of how often your pact had been on your mind. The extra thoughts only served to ruin the perfectly decent friendship you had with your coworker.
Things were never like this with Erwin before, and surely, a soldier as high ranking as you had better things to worry about; at least, that’s what you told yourself.
“I do appreciate your help this past month,” Erwin said, somewhere between your passage between walls Rose and Sina.
“It wasn’t too bad,” you admitted, not quite able to accept his thanks, “Your team leads are amazing. I couldn’t have done it without them.” Erwin’s brows rose in pleasant acknowledgment.
“That’s great to hear.” He nodded as you turned onto a familiar street.
The pub sat on the corner, and Erwin moved ahead of you to grab the door. Only then did you realize that the place Erwin took you to was Mulligan’s.
—“You said you liked the ale here.” He smiled. He was definitely talking before you tuned back into reality, and you already missed the first part of what he said.
You carried on with a simple hum and pleasant smile, drifting into the pub with Erwin, who led you to the bar. The far wall was covered in military memorabilia. A military police cloak and a set of ODM straps were displayed in the center, surrounded by hand-drawn portraits of service members from all three branches and newspaper clippings of various achievements. A set of wooden stairs sat on the far left of the wall, leading up to a loft area with seating. Erwin ordered ales for the two of you.
“We don’t get to do this too often, do we?” Erwin draped his jacket over the back of his stool. “I think the last time we even saw each other out of uniform, it was—”
—“Walkers’ retirement party,” you said in unison, smiling at the memory. Your mouth remained slightly agape as you struggled to calculate how long ago that was.
“That was— what?— twoish years ago?”
“Three.”
“You’re kidding.” Your cheek molded into your palm as you rested your elbow against the bartop. You squinted slightly as you glanced up at the ceiling. “I remember Baker’s promotion was two years ago, and I thought Walker left a week after or something.” Your ales appeared in front of you. The rim of your glass brushed your bottom lip as you spoke. “Because that was the year Baker had to separate those two rookies who got tied together during training.”
Erwin shook his head, swallowing his sip of ale.
“Walker retired three years ago, but he got so bored he tried to get his old job back about a year after Baker was promoted to his old position.” He motioned decisively with his hand as if painting an abstract, invisible timeline in the air. Your lips formed a circular shape as the memories clicked.
“Right.”
“Not that the minutia matters,” Erwin quickly clarified. He waved again in the air before taking his ale to his lips, meeting your eye from above the rim. “Three years seems like too long of a time to me.”
You stared into the foam on the top of your drink, watching as the white bubbles formed a perimeter along the section where you had been taking your sips. You averted your gaze as you spoke.
“Would that be considered normal for colleagues?” you asked with a raise of your brows, playing with the handle of your glass. Erwin studied you for the briefest moment in your peripheral before shifting in his seat with a shrug.
“I find the length rather excessive,” he admitted, expertly avoiding your actual question as he slung an ankle over his opposite knee. He sat somewhat straight with an arm on the back of his stool, and the other mirroring yours leaned against the bar. “It’s nice we could meet at such short notice. Talking about work all the time is hardly conducive to our dynamic, don’t you agree?”
“Excessively formal as always,” you sighed. You almost thought you saw him let out a single puff of amusement before he dove back into his ale. You saw your chance and took it. “But I’m glad you brought that up, because I think it’s time we talked about—”
“If a little bullying was all I needed to do to get you to visit, I would have done it sooner!” The chatter in the pub was cut by the booming voice. All heads turned toward the loft as an unnatural silence overtook the space.
Marie appeared at the top of the steps leading down from the loft, a tray of empty steins and glasses balanced on one hand. Her apron only served to emphasize the size of her enlarged stomach. Marie waddled down the steps, a few servers and patrons rushing to her aid. All talk within the pub slowly returned as most people turned back toward their drinks.
“Shit— Marie! You’re gonna fall!” One customer hurried to her side, taking backward steps down the wooden planks to give Marie his arm for stability. A server quickly scooped the tray of glassware away, the towers of empty beverages clinking and wobbling on top of each other.
“Oh, thank you, Steven. I could have gotten that.” Marie blinked, not watching the rest of her journey down the stairs.
“A business owner shouldn’t be bussing tables, let alone pregnant! Please go home!” a server urged. Marie only offered him a light smile, not acknowledging any of the pleadings that clamored around her as she made directly for you and Erwin.
“You didn’t bully me into anything, Marie,” Erwin sighed playfully. He stood out of his seat, but not before offering you a swift dip of his lip to you in apology. Erwin heaved himself up, ready to face Marie’s complaints, and you followed suit. Marie wasted no time in pulling him into a tight hug.
“Oh, sure, sure. Nothing to do with that military schmooze-fest last month. I haven’t seen you here in years, Erwin! Shame on you!” You barely had time to think before Marie let Erwin go and latched on to you next. She slotted herself a bit to the side to properly hug you. Her demeanor seemed to melt as she grasped you firmly by the shoulders.
“Wonderful to see you again,” she said, smiling warmly.
“It’s good to see you again, too,” you reciprocated.
Marie pulled away, hands crossed over her chest as she took in the both of you.
“Drinks on me tonight!” She accented her exclamation with a single nod.
“Marie, please—” Erwin attempted to reason with her, but Marie wouldn’t let him get a word in before she was already talking to the bartender.
“Thomas! Please refill these ales— Oh! And put in for an order of pretzels!” Marie met your eye and offered you a wink before disappearing into the throng of patrons. Even then, Erwin wasn’t allowed any time to complain as the door to the pub swung open wide enough to hit the adjacent wall outside.
“Fuck! Be careful, Hange!”
“Yoo-hoo! Is that two workaholic scouts I see emerged from their caves to party with us?” Hange threw their hands up in the air, completely blocking the doorway. A few prominent regiment members piled in behind them, uttering various grumblings about moving out of the way. Miche’s face popped up over the crowd.
“Yo,” he nodded toward Erwin. The volley of scouts flooded the pub, spreading across empty tables and chairs. Hange, as well as members of yours and Erwin’s squads, began to approach the bar.
It was the last weekend before your next expedition.
How could you forget about something like that?
***
Jean didn’t expect such a mild reaction out of you, especially after they had trashed what he could only assume was one of your most prized possessions. The moment the door opened, visions of extra brutal drills and penalties beyond his imagination flashed before his eyes, his dreams shattering like the broken picture frame on the floor. Jean could only imagine what a cross-branch punishment entailed.
Eren was quick to try to explain, quickly lurching forward with your first name spilling from his lips, thankfully with your rank. A few other members of his cadet class tried desperately to explain their presence in your office, but you remained expressionless.
You stood wordlessly in the doorway, and as the room erupted into defensive panic, your eyes were only focused on the shattered picture frame. Jean saw you in his frozen silence, following your line of sight to the floor. He knelt down to salvage the mess.
“Don’t touch it; I don’t want you cutting yourself.” Your voice was neutral and level. You crossed the office in seconds, plopping your miscellaneous files on your desk before plucking a broom and dustpan from a tall cabinet.
“Let me get that!” Jean and Eren exclaimed in unison.
The cleaning process was slow. The only noise that dared to vocalize in the room was the soft brushing of broom bristles on wood. Your scouting paraphernalia sat in its usual closed wardrobe just above a small office trashcan now filled with broken glass and the broken frame. One of the seams where the wood had been glued at the corner had fractured, forming a jagged line.
You stood as still and expressionless as you did when you first entered while Jean finally articulated their presence in your office after hours. He considered your neutral demeanor the worst part of getting caught. There was no yelling or a scrunched-up look of disgust, just active and silent listening. You only nodded, seeming to think to yourself without giving away any hints about the nature of your thoughts.
“We wanted to know if you and Commander Smith were married,” Jean admitted plainly. There wasn’t any way around the truth. He studied your blank gaze. You were listening but didn’t have commentary to give quite yet. He bowed his head sheepishly. “I know that talking about things like that is really inappropriate, and coming into your office is even worse. We’ll replace your frame and accept any punishment you deem fit.”
“Speak for yourself…” Eren muttered.
“Now’s really not the time for—!”
When you spoke, “There’s ten of you?” was all you said.
Jean assumed you were counting heads for when you reported to Commander Pixis— or worse, Erwin. But it wasn’t until Jean sat on your worn, leather-covered couch with a cup of tea in his hands that he started to wonder.
You didn’t answer Jean’s question until the last cup of tea had been poured.
You sat with it, looking into your reflection in the steaming beverage as you perched on the front of your desk. The picture— which looked rather flimsy without its frame— sat to your left. You crossed your ankles, the tips of your shoes brushing the floor as you leaned back on one palm. You took a sip of your tea.
“Yeah—” You shrugged. —“Erwin and I are married.”
The room collectively choked.
“See—?!” Jean could only get out one word before he broke into a coughing fit, the words rushing to his lips before he could even think about the liquid in his mouth. He covered his face with his arm and sputtered into the fabric covering his elbow. A violent dribble of liquid splashed over his chin. You offered him a cloth from your tea cart. “See? I told you! I told all of you—!”
“God, Jean, shut up!” Connie’s speech was muffled by the tea cracker passing through his lips. Eren smacked the back of Jean’s head before stepping to the other side of Mikasa. Jean’s coughing fit began again.
“I think that's so cute!” Christa’s exclaim cut through the brewing feud on the other side of the rug. She leaned forward, squishing her face into her palms with a childlike glimmer of excitement in her blue irises. Ymir rolled her eyes, much more interested in the bowl of snacks making the rounds. “How did you guys meet?” You laughed almost giddily.
“We were section commanders together before I transferred to the Garrison!”
The smile on your lips gave away the fond thoughts and memories that flashed across your mind. The group of new scouts huddled together, the eleven of you forming a circle sprawled out across your office. They sipped their tea, eager to indulge in a self-imposed late-night story session. “And now we’ve been married for almost ten years.” Reiner held his hand up shallowly in the air, his fingers slightly curled.
“I got a question for ya,” he began. You nodded like a teacher fielding a student’s question. “Has he always been so…” Reiner trailed off, leaning deep into his seat on the couch that faced Jean’s. He stretched his arm out so that it rested on the tops of the adjacent cushions. “Uptight?”
“Reiner!” Bertholdt scolded under his breath, nudging him for emphasis. Bertholdt sank slightly lower in his seat, expertly balancing his teacup and saucer.
You hardly took offense as anticipated, laughing out loud instead.
“I suppose Erwin’s always been more strait-laced, even back then!” you mused, glancing up at the ceiling in thought. You swung your feet, drumming your fingers at the front edge of your desk before returning your attention to the group. “I will say, though, it’s a good trait to have in a commander, especially for the scouts— not that I have to tell any of you that. He humored me a few times when it came to, you know, your usual antics, but we all— Erwin included— knew he was being groomed for that commander position. He liked to stick to the— the rules if that makes sense.”
You nodded before sipping your tea. You thought that answered the question, but unbeknownst to you, you only served to further pique everyone’s curiosity. However, none of them were able to ask any of their burning questions before Christa’s voice silenced the entire room.
“So, when did you fall in love?” she asked, and her words bounced off the wooden fixtures in the office. It seemed as though all attention turned to her as she sat giddy, a knee to her chest as she anticipated your answer. You took a moment, apparently too long of a moment, as tense silence filled the room.
You tried to hide your shock, voice stalling in your throat as you struggled to find a good answer. Mikasa stared at you with a sharp keenness in her eyes.
“You aren’t in love, are you?” she said as more of a definitive statement than a question. You were quick to answer.
“No, I wouldn’t say that.” You shook your head, still searching for what to say. “I—” All words stalled in your mouth when you looked up at the gathering of scouts. All eyes were on you, waiting silently. Staring. You sighed. “We had a marriage pact. And that’s not to say we don’t care about each other.” That last part tumbled from your lips like an avalanche.
“A marriage pact?” Reiner grumbled, but once again, you didn’t even have time to answer.
“It’s when two people promise to marry each other if they reach a certain point in their lives and are still single,” Ymir explained before you could. She looked at you as if allowing you to tack on any details she left out. You could only nod.
“That’s not very romantic,” Reiner bluntly spat. A few low hums of agreement dotted the room. You didn’t register how his words rattled something in your chest.
“So, what, did you both turn a certain age and just… what? Get married?” Eren leaned on the back of the seat where Armin sat. His elbows sunk into the worn leather. “How does that work?”
“Did you have an actual wedding, or was it, like, courthouse?” Connie asked with his mouth full of a tea biscuit.
You sat on your desk with your tea in your hands. Your grip hadn’t left the saucer and cup handle in the moments you sat on the hot seat of their gaze. Your agreement with Erwin wasn’t something you necessarily kept secret. Still, the pointed questioning stirred something within you you couldn’t identify. The former cadets remained huddled together, clearly intently interested, with no signs of leaving anytime soon.
You sighed, refilling your tea.
“There was a couple under my command who had a marriage pact. I was telling Erwin about it one night before an expedition,” you began, and the entire room sat in interest as the sun set on the other side of your tall office windows.
Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.
Notes: It's so odd writing "Christa" instead of Historia. I also wonder how many of my deep cuts land whenever I write for this section of the timeline. Sometimes I wonder if people think Marie is an original character. I mean, given how little she's in AOT she might as well be.
On another note, I really wanted to wrap things up in this part. But I think there was too much set-up for the last expedition/proposal for it to fit in one chapter. Once I hit 5k I knew my fate was sealed...
I don't know if I should write the wedding because I imagine it to be small and intimate. It might make this fic 5 parts. I only really wanted to write 3. I know engagement usually drops the more parts there are. People don’t seem to like long stories, but I dunno what do you think?
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Stupid, Stupid, Emotionally Unavailable Erwin Smith (Levi x Reader x Erwin)
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Erwin x Reader
You’ve always been a pretty bird fluttering along the lines of his life, just out of reach but always in sight. His best friend’s daughter. A challenge unlike any other.
The lakehouse is a secluded sanctuary, tucked away against the Appalachian foothills and the perfect escape from Erwin’s corporate world.
Every year he takes a week to unwind here, meeting up with his childhood best friend to spend sizzling summer afternoons drinking beer, fishing, and populating the local crowds around the indigo-hued lake.
But this year, Miche’s nowhere in sight.
A multi-chapter modern AU romance between lawyer Erwin and fresh out of college reader, full of dirty secrets to be kept hidden, and feelings that will be uncovered.
Teaser below:
By the time you realize you’re staring him down, he’s already caught you.
In a wave of embarrassment, you turn your back to him, putting your hands down on the kitchen island. You spot your phone on the counter as an escape, but before you can slip away, you feel the heat of his body behind yours.
“It might be best if we go ahead and address the obvious.”
“I don’t know what you—”
Erwin cuts you off by placing his warm hands against your chilled skin, hands on your hips and fingers toying with the bikini ties.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
The weight of his entire body presses against your back, trapping you between him and the counter. You can feel his cock against your lower spine, still soft, but all too present. His nose skims along your neck, mimicking his actions from the night before.
“Erwin…” Your protest is a soft whine. You want to sound firm, definite, but that is a hard task when you feel his thumb tracing circles up your side.
“Tell me to stop and I will. You know that.”
“It’s…” You sigh as he plants a kiss on your neck, hot and wet. “It’s not that I want you to stop. We just—we can’t do this. We can’t.”
True to his word, Erwin pulls back a bit, but not enough to release you.
“Why not?”
He wants you to say the dumb words aloud. He’s pushing you to say, My dad wouldn’t like this, which, even in your head, sounds childish and inane. You think for a moment to say that fucking each other would complicate things, but would it really? It’s not like you ever see Erwin. After this week, he’ll be gone again, leaving you with no future awkward encounters. No one has to know.
So you opt to hit him with something a little more emotional, even if it is a cop-out.
“Because I don’t particularly like you.”
“And I want to change that.”
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what do you think Erwin considers himself that he sucks at but at the same time he enjoys doing it? suddenly i thought of tiktoks that are like "having a hobby you're bad at is okay". do you have any hobbies you consider yourself not good at too?
tbh i think the "bad" and "good" stuffs are all social constructs, but i'm still struggling with crocheting just bc i think i suck but at the same time i know that's something i do for relax. still sometimes i can't afford to think that way??? do you have the same problem and have you overcome it? i have no idea if this is a prompt or just me asking you stuffs.
do you often project what you're thinking into your writing and visual arts and any other form of art?
oh my god this is getting nowhere 🥲🥲 thank you for reading Rie. have a good day!!!
THE BEST BIRTHDAY
ERWIN SMITH X GEN NEUTRAL!READER
TAGS: fluff, slice of life, kissing, comfort, office romance AU, idiots in love, insecurities, and AAAA HAPPEE BIRTHDAY ERWIN (this also goes with my most recent ask)
WORDS: 2.9k
hi @frenchdyer ❤ i know i took this long bc i've been thinking about this. like the otherworldly self-reflectio i only tend to have once in a year or whenever i'm PMS-ing lol. how's your crocheting? were you able to improve somehow months after you had sent me this msg? my sister gifted me a crochet kit, so i've been planning to learn, too!
on a personal note, the hobby i suck at but enjoy doing nonetheless is drawing! perhaps it's a self-esteem issue, but i've been drawing since i was 5. the passion came to me even before i learned how to write! due to the amount of years i've been trying to master it only to have minimal progress, i can say drawing is smth i can never admit i'm good at. but i came to terms to it now (when i was in highschool i was so insecure about it lol) and bc i did, i draw things to enjoy, not bc i'm utterly pressured to improve!
On the surface, even his closest friends would have a different time answering this question. It's Erwin we're talking about, after all! The literal embodiment of academic perfection and charisma!
Erwin also wants to think of something other than an answer. Although he admits his flaws well when someone points them out, he wants to be good at everything as much as possible. For a perfectionist like him, self-admittance would mean giving up!
It is until you said something that made him recnsider. "Sometimes, I don't see you as a human."
In hindsight, the context of your question was, "What do you want to have for your birthday?" but Erwin seems to be the type to already have the things he'd want and need in life, perhaps if one were to speak materially. Every gift he'd receive would only impact him a little, and you want to change that.
He chuckles at the remark, amused as your features remain serious, "Do I feel like an alien?"
"Dunno," you shrug without turning up at him—only at the papers, hiding a frustrated blush. "And if you're actually a slimy organism underneath? It scares me."
You hear the office chair sliding towards you, and as swift as ever, Erwin's hand is on top of yours. He squeezes it gently, and you try to hold your fluster by glaring at him. Luckily. Only the two of you are in the office; what would the others say if they saw this? You and Erwin made it clear to keep your relationship hidden by acting 'decent' in public places.
He lets you feel its warmth first, although unsure of the reason why, then he guides your hand towards his cheeks. He presses your palm on it.
"W-what?"
Erwin casually leans his cheek to your palms, albeit with a tranquil expression contrary to you, perhaps amusingly watching your reaction. "Mind repeating what you said earlier?"
"I said underneath. Hypothetically. And I don't mean it literally as well."
"Underneath? Well, that's quite a unique way of asking me to—"
You swatted your hand away and lightly hit his chest as you couldn't hold the fluster. "Stop playing with me. I'm not done yet."
"Well, I'm done."
"Please don't make it my problem."
"I'm actually offering to help."
You perk up in glee. If Erwin's to help, then you might as well consider yourself done. You pulled your chair away from your desk so Erwin could look at it.
However, Erwin asks something completely unrelated amidst the heap of your paperwork. "Why do you not see me as a human?"
"You feel like some sort of god."
"Silly, that's a metaphor that would fit you more."
"Oh, you. Stop flustering me." you huff in sarcasm. "You know about the crocheted scarf I was planning to give you before winter ends?"
"Yeah, and it's summer already. I'm still waiting for it, though."
"I threw it away."
"Huh?" Erwin looks at you in surprise, eyebrows twitched in confusion, perhaps in a whine. He knows you've been trying so hard for it. "Why would you?"
"I'm not good at it."
"But you were enjoying it. You told me so."
"Not because I enjoy it means I'm good at it," you then smile in defeat. "Let's just say I'm not as fast at learning as you are, no matter how much the task interests me. Maybe that's why I sometimes can't deem you human, too. Too good for me, I think."
Erwin could only observe you afterward. You don't try to make it a big issue, none but admittance that unpretentiously comes out of your mouth. As much as it is, perhaps, concerning self-esteem, Erwin is the one hit by it. The way you could admit your flaws a bit too easily and go home without pondering on it is something he couldn't easily do even if he tried. It takes one to help overcome an insecurity and another to admit his own.
"That's not true."
"It is. You really excel at everything, Erwin. That's something I also yearn to have for myself. You don't have flaws. Or, well, let's say you have one, but no normal being can see it so easily."
Well, you were able to lay down his flaws then and there. After all, he's having difficulty coming to terms with his flaws—or perhaps, on saying such admittances out loud. You are right. As much as Erwin demands you to open yourself up to him, some facets stay unsaid because he opts to and wants to remain an ideal image, perhaps one who can only admit his inadequacy if someone points it out. You're the complete opposite, though. You could admit your flaws and still end the day happily. The 'incompatibility', or so you might call it, could be giving him a hard time consoling you.
Oh, and when he recently enjoys consoling you the most. He really appreciates having you open up to him, enjoys the privilege of being able to take care of you as you let him, enjoys listening to your blabbers, and offers resolutions just like the strategic man he is. After all, he's one of the few people who sees that.
Only if he doesn't suck doing it.
"Oh no, did I say something that upset you?" you ask worriedly, sensing his silence.
And he's not the one to be given comfort right now, or so he thinks. It's as if you hit a nail, albeit unaware of how and where it hit him.
Just as if closing the distance is the needed nudge, Erwin pulls your figure towards him, holds both cheeks and surrenders to sweet kisses. Erwin's lips are warm, and the pace is languid. Yet, it's overwhelming enough to deprive you of your senses, let alone the urgent question of why he is suddenly acting the way he is. This might be the first time he got intimate with you inside the workplace. You know this type of kiss from him, too—he does it whenever he's dreary or after working on a significant research paper that got him weary.
The worry reverberates, and thus, you withdraw from the kiss, "Is this because of the scarf? I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have thrown it away. Don't worry, I'll make another one and—hmph!"
He cuts you off for another kiss, harsher this time, perhaps classified as a silent sulk for cutting off the lovely exchange, but no—you're wrong. It's not on you at all. Erwin is frustrated with himself. He holds onto your waist until you're seated on his lap and wraps his hand around your neck to press you further to his chest—hoping it would compensate for the distance you two have due to his inadequacies. To be great in giving you solace is to be vulnerable and imperfect; how could he do that?
He withdraws when both of you need air, albeit begrudgingly, "I'm sorry, Erwin. I know you waited for that scarf."
"No, it's not about that."
"Then what?"
He pretended to ponder for a few seconds, eyes roaming the room to gather his words. He pursed his lips before pointing out, "Don't you think the way you perceive me as a human far beyond you is a flaw I might have? Partners are not supposed to see each other that way."
"I'm merely exaggerating."
"Yes, but still."
"Are you saying you must apologize to me because you're such a perfect being?"
"No, because I'm failing to show you that I'm not."
Oh.
You finally see where he's coming from. "Are you failing by choice?"
He averts his gaze away, "Yes."
"Then it can really be a flaw," you flash him a sympathetic smile, moving his face so he'd see you in the eyes again, "can you tell me why?"
“I'm not brave enough to show it the way other people do."
"You just did, honey."
"Not because I want to, but because I'm insecure about my inability to console you like a normal partner would. The way you perceive me right now says a lot about our distance. And mind you, doing this isn't even supposed to be this hard."
Both of you stopped. That is by far the most vulnerable thing he had said about himself since you started dating months ago—and it wouldn't even sound vulnerable unless it came out of Erwin's mouth. That's how hard he's been all this time.
He expects you to be annoyed. After all, that might be one of the shallowest reasons he had ever given, too.
But then you smile as if you appreciate him for saying that much—just as if you know it takes a lot for the Erwin Smith to admit something like that, "It's not something you can unlearn overnight. Do not fret."
He lets out a defeated chuckle, "That I know well."
"What's strange is that I'm not your first partner. How come this didn't become a problem with your previous ones?"
"Because people are content to perceive me that way. At some point, I preferred that, too. Honestly—" he leans his head on your shoulder, hands on your waist to keep your balance on his lap, "had it not affected the way I console you, I would prefer things to stay that way."
You pepper him with kisses all over his face, something he accepts as a reward, "Honestly, I would prefer you this way, too. A relationship with a god can be a bit of a struggle, after all."
"Indeed it is. What a struggle I have right now."
You glare at him, "What do you mean by that?"
He shakes his head nothing, hands lurking inside your shirt to feel you more, to shower you with reverence, "Let me finish this now. I miss our bed."
Today is his birthday, and you still need to think of a gift that could be deemed special.
As a last-minute reflection before giving up the gift that has been frustrating you for days, you try to ponder on the previous days since he opened up.
Erwin has become more talkative since then. He's always been chatty towards you since you started the relationship, especially when info dumping. However, this has a stark difference. He's trying too much as if matching an expectation no one but him had set up. Wording it as "forced" would perhaps hurt, but it's not something you could deny, either. Only when afternoon came did you realize how to fix it, with Erwin on a couch and crochet yarns on his lap. He has his phone at the coffee table and the familiar tutor video playing in the background. Eventually he sighs, unties the yarn, and repeats—this time with much precision, and you couldn't help but smile. When Erwin is about to learn something new, he locks himself in his office and spends the whole day studying it alone. Only now did you finally unravel why, and it's apparently part of his mentioned flaw that night.
He might be forcing himself lately, but it's the adjustment that counts.
Erwin perks up in surprise when you sit beside him and hold his hand. You guide his fingers into the correct way of tying the knot. You didn't say anything, and maybe you even tried to act like it's an everyday routine. Erwin pretends to listen and pick up the techniques you're blabbering, but in reality, he's just looking at your face. His lips are flat but twitching as he's trying to hold the urge to steal a kiss. He tries to inhale longer to indulge in the scent of your hair but not too much to call your attention. And as the moment passes, thirty minutes, perhaps because the video's finally done playing in the background, Erwin realizes something.
Just… just what held him back from being like this towards you? This is, in fact, a short step. The bare minimum, even. And even so, it felt genuinely liberating. Indeed, he's been forcing himself to be vulnerable recently, but this is the first time it exuded a positive feeling.
Your hands gently stop, the instruction's done, and Erwin only realizes when you turn to look him in the eye, "You get it?"
"The what?"
"Huh?"
"Oh," Erwin tries to recall what his blank, sappy head might have digested so far, only to no avail. The only thing coming up in his mind right now is the smell of your shampoo. Perhaps his nerdy brain is trying to guess the unfamiliar flavor mix and earn your praise once his guess is correct. "I—uh—"
"You didn't listen at all."
He smiles, guilty.
You sigh, "I'm quite persistent, you see. We're not eating dinner until we both master this knot."
"Wouldn't this wait? I'm not in the mood anymore."
You shake your head and untie the yarn. But just as you're about to quip at his newfound impatience (and how cute he is trying to get the hang of it like a little kid learning origami), Erwin grasps the tool away from your hands and cups your cheeks.
He first lands a chaste peck on your forehead, then the bridge of your nose, then the tip of it, then the two cheeks, and finally, it deepens when he reaches for your mouth.
And because you are indeed a persistent being, you have no idea how shamelessly grateful Erwin was when you did more than just pull him in. He tried to stop himself, after all, for seconds in case it'd do anything better. Maybe you're not in the mood; perhaps you want to see the side of him not knowing better and learning things together. But when his palm glided on your cheek and your eyes widened in response, the tremor in his nerves overpowered the need to ask.
Perhaps the tremor was gratitude because here he is, not getting any younger, and yet, this is only his first genuine step to face his vulnerability.
You kiss him back and wrap your arm around his neck to pull him in, albeit quite sure why he's suddenly kissing you like this.
Unlike the previous one, his kisses are full of gentleness, and not a tinge of frustration can be seen. His hands, although huge and hard, slide inside your shirt so softly to feel your bare skin. You withdraw a bit to ask what might be the matter, but quickly forget the question when you see his face. He's blushing as though it's the first time he has kissed like this. His eyes are pretty lidded, lips a bit open, and you realize that although you had seen this expression before, it was for a very brief moment—not immediately after a chaste kissing session.
He looks at you, quite disappointed for cutting the kiss short again. He grabs you by the ankle until you're sitting on his lap.
"Did something happen?"
He shakes his head, "Saying it out loud would be sappy."
"If you think I'd forgive you for spacing out while I'm—kyah!"
He starts sucking on your neck, "Shut up and don't ruin the moment."
"The what? Hey, don't mark on it. I'm warning you."
Erwin really wants to explain his thoughts. He's sure you'd be glad if you were to know all of this. Even though he could never perceive this as a significant step beyond, he bet you'd be giggling and jumping once you know.
He looks up and tries to explain but realizes how tired he is holding everything in—it took him decades. Erwin addressed it only after loving someone so ardently that he was willing to give up years-long prideful habits—all to love you more. He is exhausted, and your lips are so soft and so near, offering the sheer comfort he needs. It's parted slightly; if his tongue were to slip inside, it would send him into great bliss. Erwin is exhausted right now; perhaps he’d share his thoughts after this overwhelming, trembling warmth subsides.
For now, he at least tries to give a small context, "This is the best birthday I've ever had."
"Y-you think so?!" What have you done? You've been thinking about it for months! How could it happen without you knowing? "We spent the day indoors. We haven't even done anything special yet."
"You'd get quite full of yourself if you knew."
"You're trying to escape for not listening to my crochet blabbers."
"I don't want to get sappy today. Can't we just continue?"
"Well, uh… I really want to know what I did," you avert your gaze away. "I've been at the edge lately, thinking of ways to make you say you got the best birthday today—with me. Now that you finally say it, however…"
Again, it's as if you hit a nail, albeit unsure where and how you did.
"And there you have it. Your answer."
"Huh?" It took you a while to process that. "Because you're with me?"
He nods, albeit in a teasing manner.
"Eek. The sap shudders me."
"That's why I asked if we could just continue where we left off."
"The crocheting, indeed." you tease, but as you're about to reach the tool again, Erwin carries you up in his arms. He doesn't even need to tell you where he'd bring you. The impatient man would straight up lead you to bed to show what he wants.
Instead of scolding him for cutting the lecture off, you sigh and muffle your head in his neck, "You have to thank god it's your birthday today."
"Oh, yes of course," he kisses the crown of your head. "Thank you, dear."
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𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐚 #𝟒 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢
Today's Cuppa is cuppalevi's feature fanfic recommendations.
See Cuppa Collections for list of fanfic recommendations.
april 27 2024
this is a levi x reader x erwin fanfic that shook every part of me, body and soul. one of my favorites (i feel like im bout to say that to every fic i feature in today's cuppa hehe) that i steadily anticipated every update and cried when the last chapter was released.
shinzuoing, u absolute incredible writer. the antics between the three of them, between levi and reader, between levi and erwin, and between erwin and reader— brought this story so much life. a relationship that's so messy yet fulfilling, enough yet not, indenial but evident. god. with every chapter i always look forward to what these three will do next and how their story will play out during canon events of the show.
the intimacy between learning each other's boundaries and limits, all the while playing this back and forth juggle of feelings that they so desperately try to hide as they face imminent dangers of their world. its a steady build to developing trust and reconciling with prior conflicts.
you get constantly plagued with thoughts of "huh?!" "oh my god!?" "YES?!" "FINALLY?!" "NOOO?!?!?" the next thing u know ur pressing next chapter after chapter because u cant get enough of this incredible intense connection on these characters.
shinzuoing has also published a spin off to which ive linked below too, one that im currently subscribed to because i cannot get enough of these three. they also have a oneshot series set in the same universe but can be read as itself. both of which are definitely worth checking out if u loved this is a story of the sea.
Content: canonverse, threesomes, angst, grief, sexual content, pining, yearning, more tags on ao3
Status: completed
𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖 by shinzouing
You and Levi have a truce: when sharing Erwin’s bed, (almost) anything goes. You both want him too much to let your years-long feud stop you.
But after reclaiming Shiganshina, you have to decide: how do you two keep going without your fulcrum? Is there anything left between you—and were you the only one keeping your true feelings secret? Caught up in memories and grief, it becomes clear that the only way to move forward is to do it together.
(from the serum to the sea, and everything that came before.)
Status: incompleted
𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖 by shinzouing
Despite a years-long feud, you and Levi have a truce: when sharing Erwin’s bed, (almost) anything goes. You both want him, and this arrangement is easier than sharing your real feelings when Levi so clearly doesn’t want you.
But after reclaiming Shiganshina and the three of you closer than ever, can you really keep pretending you don’t want Levi? And the way he’s acting, are you the only one keeping your true feelings secret? Between the survivor’s guilt and the challenges ahead, it becomes clear that the only way to reach the sea (and beyond) is for all three of you to do it together.
(or, this is a story of the sea, if erwin had survived at shiganshina)
Status: completed
𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 by shinzouing
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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #1 ★ masterlist.
pairing: erwin x reader
genre: lovers / lovers to nobodies au | warnings: angst, set the night before his demise in season 3, she/her pronouns for reader | wc: 533
note: once again, i pulled this from my old fanfic archive, so any similarities to other works (specifically this same series on my old blog) is intentional because it is in fact me :) enjoy anyway!
⏤ Imagine the first time they say I love you. Imagine the words resting quietly on the air, spoken in time with the rising sun and the soft whispers of morning.
It had been a final wish.
A final promise that had him shuffling his feet across his hall and into the cuddle of his shoes, socks rubbing at the toes as he dragged himself to your door and knocked once. A silence followed and the door had opened, a warm glow of tuscan sun bleeding out onto the welcome mat beneath his feet, and then came the smile that he remembered falling in love with, and the honey colours he was seeing on his eyelids hours after falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you, ankles curled and limbs entangled.
It was the last time, after-all.
In contrast to the summery, pineapple hues that painted his mind last night, Erwin wakes up feeling pewter. The curtains roll slowly and silently by the window opened on a hatch, and a lavender sunrise leaks across the sky above the small house he once knew to memory. Now, he can hardly recall where the secrets he used to swear not to tell lie anymore.
A sigh escapes his lips and he winces, being sure not to awake the presence of another body wrapped up in a plethora of ivory bed sheets. His eyes flicker down to the way you curl so nostalgically into his left side, your forehead buried into the curve of his ribcage, uttering not a whisper in the ungodly hours of the morning. His calloused fingers come to brush away the strands of hair that fall over into your closed eyes, the feathery movements making you squirm, shuffling further into his body as if you could get any closer. Erwin sucks in a breath, a large one, and allows himself ten more delicious moments of remembering your face. A silence ensues once more as the distant sound of birdsong hangs over the sleeping town.
Erwin Smith, a man who in his youth once swore that from the minute he laid eyes on you, wearing a dress your auntie made and mismatched socks, he would marry you; Erwin Smith, a guy who in the first year of his military career returned to your village and protected you against a bully and got a fistful instead of you- no, no, Erwin Smith, a guy who always knew what he had and never took advantage of it, the boy who shone brighter than the aura of the girl with the two braids, the boy who fell in love with someone so unexpected and so beautifully unaware of her own capability– he props himself up onto one elbow and stares in what could be described as sadness.
His eyes find themselves clouding over at the picture-perfect sight of you in a position he once loved so dearly…and you swear that when you awoke hours later, you could still feel the ghost of his fingertips brushing across your cheekbones and the feeling of warm breath against your earlobe, lips pressing butterfly kisses of anchor against it, and the fading words of “I love you” leaving his lips for the first and last time.
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NSFW AoT boys x reader and how they would respond to trying “No Nut November”
no nut november
ft: eren, connie, levi, jean, erwin, porco, zeke, armin
cw: smut ? but it’s pretty tame- not really descriptive
18+ MDNI NSFW
eren thinks no nut november is stupid and a made up thing meant to make virgins feel better about themselves. he doesn’t care about participating it in it. especially when he has you. eren doesn’t make it past the first day of november without tearing your clothes off and finishing inside of you.
connie’s pretty into no not november- mainly because of destroy dick december. despite being a yearly player, he never makes it through the month successfully. what fails him this year is you in a pair of black leggings- he can’t help it. he begs you to let him fuck you and you give in, november claiming yet another loser.
when you brought the idea up to levi, he scoffed. he thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world and he won’t be partaking. he’s going to fuck you whenever and wherever if you’ll let him. he cuts the conversation short by pulling you onto his lap, mumbling something like “i’d fail over and over when it comes to you” into your ear.
jean insists that no nut november is easy, that you just have to have control. and he claims he does. he does pretty good for the first week, you’ll give him that. determined to make him fail, you start sleeping in just a small shirt and underwear. jean cant stand your teasing anymore and decides to fuck you raw after a particularly tough day, november claiming another victim.
erwin takes it a little too seriously. he’s never heard of it until you brought it up to him the other day. interested, he decides to partake in it. and he fucking exceeds, much to your dismay. but as soon as december strikes, he doesn’t waste a minute more. he rams into you for hours with an ungodly amount of stamina for someone who was just practicing abstinence.
zeke thinks it’s a fun idea, as long as you join him in it. thinking it’ll be easy, you agree. turns out you both spend the entirety of november teasing the fuck out of each other, each being too stubborn to lose. zeke makes it a week before he’s quite literally on his knees begging you to get him off.
armin would like to try it. he doesn’t make you participate. he just does it to see how strong-willed he is. but that doesn’t stop him from getting you off. not being able to cum means not being able to fuck you, and he can’t stand it. so he eats you and fingers you daily, making sure you’re getting off. he can’t keep his hands to himself.
porco’s too confident in his ability to make it through the month. it’s all fun and games until he wakes up in the middle of the night with a throbbing boner. not thinking, he gently wakes you up and you two wind up having sex. it’s not until you’re cuddling after does he realize that he’s just lost.
reiner says fuck that. he won’t be participating. he hates the idea so much. you’re his girlfriend and if he wants to fuck you, he will. just for the hell of it, he pushes you up against a wall everyday, slamming you full of his cum. if this is no nut november, you’d hate to see destroy dick december. or love it.
bertholdt wants to partake in it for the ‘nostalgia’ of it all. but ultimately, he caves in because the desire for you is too great. you make him fail by wearing a low cut shirt and nonchalantly bending over to grab something, revealing too much cleavage. you wind up on your knees with his fingers in your hair.
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Erwin making love to you because life is too short to pretend you’re not horny for him.
(Also, this is part of a short comic I’m working on, so please come back later if Erwin in bed is a topic that interests you☺️)
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𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇: 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊
synopsis: many moves are being made for the talent of AMG and two fourths of the Dead Boys Society collective, Ony The God and Prince Cee, find themselves thrust even further into the spotlight after their freestyle goes viral. But their musical skills aren’t the only thing that has people talking. As it’s during this interview that the duo find themselves in an exchange of heated words with an infamous DJ..who names drop their fellow group member and brother, EJ the Don in reference to recent scandals. Will the pair clear up the rumors circulating the net or will they leave it all in his hands to set the record straight? Meanwhile, (Y/N) meets up with Mikasa prior to PalmFest to discuss another opportunity she has lined up for her. It’s here that the manager informs her that she’ll be receiving the opportunity of a lifetime to work with a brand she’s loved since childhood. But that isn’t the only thing she has to divulge to the upcoming influencer. What is Mika hiding from her client? Ahead of the festival, Jean and his infamous band prepare to make their much anticipated return to the stage but before this, he teams up with the girls of the Pole Assassins for what is set to be the collab of the century and to solicit some friendly advice to the headstrong leader. But he isn’t the only one with a grand plan up his sleeve and it seems that everyone will be pulling out the stops to give Miami and the world a night worth remembering. Who’ll take the stage and who’ll steal the show?
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content + themes: mentions of drugs, humor, light angst, mentions of fighting, minor smut/sexual themes (jeankasa crumbs), alcohol use, multiple character cameos, language
“This gon’ be our year, believe that..we made it this far and we ain’t gon’ stop.”
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Summertime. One of the liveliest and busiest times of the year for many. Most were preparing for vacation, on break from school or just enjoying the various happenings around their area..but for those that were employed and contracted under AMG, this was far from a time of leisure. With the recent announcement of the much anticipated PalmFest, it had caused a dramatic shift in the company. Not only that, word of the festival had begun to make waves around social media. Fans were sharing the banner and their enthusiasm for the lineup. Many were scrambling, tweeting about how they were needing to come up with quick cash to attend for the weekend. Tickets were set to go on sale in the next few days, so naturally, the sales and advertising team would be exceptionally busy. But they wouldn’t be the only ones busy preparing for the influx of attention that was set to be coming their way.
“Okay, okay..so everybody is talking, going crazy over the internet about this new song and lemme tell y’all..it’s worth every bit of the hype. It’s definitely a hit..song of the summer for sure. I’m rocking wit’ it, so many other people are too..but we all gotta know, how did it come about? What’s the story behind Nike Tech?” two men sat adjacent to a woman with a lighter complexion..all three with microphones pursed to their lips as they were perched and bolted to the table in front of them. Both with shaved heads, marked with dyed designs..chains dangling from their necks and grills lining the insides of their mouths when they flashed those perfect smiles. Prince Cee and Ony The God, two halves of the Dead Boys Society collective. Their styles could be best described as hypercharged trap and upbeat melodies that would hype up even the deadest of crowds. Make no mistake, the men did create more emotional pieces, detailing their rough upbringings in the heart of inner city Miami and the Dominican Republic. But they much rather preferred music that made people feel good! Too often had they seen the reality of what the streets could do to them so now that they had made it to the opposite side of the tracks..naturally, they wanted to pay homage to those they lost but they wanted people to smile more than anything. To dance and most importantly, fine women to shake their asses to it!
“Well, you know we was just messin’ ‘round one night, having fun and it came to us.
Ony, or Onyakapon was born to a Haitian father and an African American mother, who was born in Nigeria and raised in Opa Locka. He was always described as bright, intelligent and sweet with a kind heart. A star athlete to his core. He loved basketball and singing. He was brought up in the church, where he learned to fine tune that beautiful voice but quickly found the streets unwillingly. He saw gun violence..drugs and weapons being stuffed under the counters by his uncles and father. It was rough but he still persisted. He played basketball, was on the swim team and played football, all while maintaining a four point two grade point average. He was a star on the field and court, no doubt. But where did he truly shine? Behind a microphone. He and Connie attended the same high school, where they eventually went on to meet EJ..who had just enrolled to finish his junior and senior years. The three would play sports, write music and dream about the future. Regardless of their differences, all three boys had the same goal: change the world with music! A manifestation turned into reality only five years later. From sitting in the lunchroom, making beats on the table to opening for Denzel Curry and Raider Clan. The boys found their fame through Soundcloud a couple years after Eren’s viral video..
filmed at the same shoe store they all worked at..years later and they were all at the height of their game. Now, the guys were preparing for their very first global tour after finishing up their second country wide one. It was a dream come true. But with every whimsical dream follows harsh realities and lately, it had begun to rear its ugly head in the form of a rumor mill surrounding their fellow group mate, EJ himself. There was so much speculation swirling around that the seasoned rapper was dealing with everything from substance abuse to potentially announcing retirement. Granted, they were all baseless and quite frankly, dumb as fuck. However, it didn’t stop interviewers and fans alike from probing the question. And when they couldn’t get the answer straight from the source, they’d have to do the next best thing..
“Yeah, we was just looking to make sum’ that everybody could enjoy.” Chiming in shortly after was Connie Springer, or known by his stage moniker as Prince Cee. The Dominican Republic born, Dade County raised rapper who got his start initially by making songs with his older and younger brothers but ultimately, the two of them decided to give up their supposed pipe dreams for careers in the family restaurant business. As the proud middle child of two immigrant parents, who worked extremely hard to not only provide for their three sons but to essentially live the American dream. It was this same determination and hard work ethic that heavily inspired Connie’s pursuit of his passion. All throughout middle and high school, he would spend hours on end penning lyrics about the various experiences that he had growing up. From migration to witnessing drug deals right in front of him..serving as a journal of sorts. What began as free therapeutic relief soon turned into the catalyst for the inception of Prince Cee. He and Ony had long met as youth football players with the Pop Warner program. But their friendship only grew stronger over time, especially when they discovered that the two of them shared a very strong interest in becoming musicians. By their junior year, the pair had written five songs between the two of them and even recorded one track once EJ joined the fray. After that, the rest was history..needless to say, all of their success were because of one another. Without each other’s support, there was no telling where they would have wound up. But it seemed as if not everyone was in support of this feel good story. In the midst of Eren’s recent arrests, there had not only been speculation of a possible retirement but issues among the group. Many online believed that Connie and Ony would be parting ways with their fellow group mate because of the stigma and that essentially, they had grown tired of ‘living in his shadow’. However, they were here to clear the air once and for all!
“Alright, so while we’re here, gentlemen. You know we gotta talk about it..your homeboy, EJ..he’s been a bit of a hot topic lately. For reasons we not gon’ talk about but we did wanna address some other things and get your opinion on it.”
sat slightly slouched in their seats with their hands propping up their chins..the two gentlemen glared intently at the interviewer. They had a gut feeling that this question would arise at some point during this but they were not in the mood for it, if they were being frank. First and foremost, what happened to their brother was not only frustrating for him but no one’s business and his own to sort through. Certainly not on a platform like this. Hell, they might as well have been cackling with The ShadeRoom themselves! “Nah man, we told y’all before we even came up in here that we wasn’t answering no questions like that.” “Yeah, that ain’t even our situation to speak on, for real..” the gentlemen would suck their teeth before dismissing her preemptive questioning with the wave of a hand. However, it seemed that others were keen on pushing the issue!
“I mean, we just wanna set the record straight..your boy been in the game for some time now. One of the greatest of all time, but lately, he’s had some trouble. Not gon’ lie..so do y’all think that’s a good look for y’all too? Will y’all ever get tired of playing second best to EJ?”
suddenly, the whole studio was met with silence outside of the faint crackle of the microphones and a nearby producer gasping before she even knew it. They were almost certain that viewers would hear and a clip would be making its rounds on the internet by lunch time. Fans of the collective would be ripping the controversial DJ to shreds on social media. However, before any would-be fangirls or blogs could join the fray, the two gentlemen would eat him alive themselves! Ony, who was always more docile and collected in nature..the quietest in the group by far, had honestly had quite enough of this antagonistic and downright, stupid ass interview! Connie, who was all but gripping the arms of his leather chair, ready to fly off the handle was instead, halted by his friend with a palm to his chest.
“Nah, cause what the fu—“
“Hol’ on, bro..I got it.”
not a man of many words outside of his incredible music and select interviews, Ony had implored Eren’s approach early on and because of it, fans adored him that much more. Women fawned all over the very handsome, sexy, charismatic rapper with beautiful dark skin and his signature gold slugs wrapped around his teeth. It was also because of this, that he, much like EJ..was not to be fucked with! If they knew what was good for them, they’d call this session quits now. Grasping the microphone, Ony would flash a smirk, almost huffing and laughing to himself because he knew the words about to leave his mouth were not kind ones and he had been known to have quite the silver tongue. He didn’t mince words and he damn sure didn’t spare feelings, especially when it comes to those he cared about. Everybody could die behind his family..
“Lemme ask you sum’…out of all the years my boy been doing this, just like you said..how many times has he been invited on your show? Hmm? How many times have you reached out for an interview or asked him to come perform for y’all?” The question seemed to invoke both confusion and uncomfortability in the man. A dumbfounded expression on his face..akin to that of a scorned and scolded child. “Up until now, how many times has Dead Boys been on this radio station? Yall ain’t never played our shit, ain’t never invited us on and when you do, it’s for sum’ bullshit. See, this is why ion’ do these lil’ podcasts and shit, y’all talk more than bitches do. Y’all knew what it was before we even came up in here and y’all still gon’ play in our face. All this you see, we did without a deal, we did it without a label, we ain’t had to check in with no nigga in our city to get put on. We ain’t got to run up in everybody else's hood to make it. We ain’t these lil’ 360 ass niggas, we own all ours and that man EJ? Ain’t got nothing but love and all the respect in the world for him because he’s cut from the same cloth. We did this together, that’s our family..this music shit, it means everything to us and if y’all can’t respect him, then y’all don’t respect us and that means we done here..”
Without missing so much as a beat, Ony removed his headset and Connie followed..despite the pleas from the interviewers. But before the gentlemen could exit for good, Connie left them with one more statement that would solidify their stance on the matter. “And since ya’ll watching, just wait until that next album drops. We’ll see who the real great is. All them rumors and shit? Gon’ be put to rest. Let’s go.” And with that, the two of them turned on their heels without so much as even glancing back at the radio hosts. It may not have been their situation, but they handled it on his behalf and for anyone who may have been doubting them, EJ or their collective in general, were about to be in for a rude awakening. They had come too far to allow negative opinions and messy ‘journalists’ to diminish their shine. By the time this hit the internet, their words would be undoubtedly misconstrued but they were not about to let this stop them. If anything, it ignited the dormant spark lying underneath them to go harder. To prove people like that wrong and to show everybody what they were truly made of. Determined..now more than ever to step their game up. This time, it was personal!
“This gon’ be our year, believe that..we made it this far and we ain’t gon’ stop. Me, Connie, EJ, Armin..all of us. We ‘bout to put this industry on its head.”
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meanwhile, the boys weren’t the only ones preparing to make moves..whilst EJ and the rest of his collective were suiting up for PalmFest, album rollouts and such, (y/n) was about to receive some rather unexpected and great news yourself. Unbeknownst in your absence and amid your sabbatical, your manager had been working diligently to secure you a once in a lifetime deal..one that could potentially change the trajectory of your career in an instant.
“I’m sure you’re dying to know what it’s inside…go on, open it.”
currently, you were seated across from her at an outdoor table, overlooking the picturesque Miami waters. The Lapis Lounge was the place to be for anyone who was anyone in this town. Crisp white, designer linen draped marble tables with intricately arranged flowers placed in the center. Wine glasses filled with Pellegrino, shimmered underneath the sunlight; sliced lemons decorating the rim and square China plates sat before the both of you with aesthetically plated dishes that cost more than anything you’d ever dined on willingly. It never not dawned on you how surreal your life was each time you found yourself in these scenarios. Even now, as you chatted with her, intermittently shoving a spoon of panna cotta in your mouth, you couldn’t help but to dwell on the fact that this amount of money could’ve gotten you at least three fish plates and a good tray of oxtails on your side of town! Nonetheless, you’d tremble with anticipation..hands scaling the medium sized, gift wrapped box sat before you. A present, courtesy of Mikasa, who had been brandishing it when you arrived. It was pink with holographic foiling with a tag and bow on top that read: “To (y/n) (l/n). We hope you enjoy it.” You were honestly dumbfounded as to what it could be. But anticipation would not have to kill you any longer as you began to unravel the bow and open up the gift. Your expression would immediately change once you figured out what was beneath all that wrapping paper. Switching from a gaze of utter confusion to a wide gasp complete with a smile.
“Oh my God!—no way…” you were completely taken aback and could, at that very moment..burst into tears but you restrained yourself. Trying to construct and form a thought before speaking. “M-miss..Miss Ackerman, what is this?” “Exactly as it says..congratulations, sweetheart. You’re the new cover girl for Moschino. They sent that to my office this morning and said that they’d love for you to star in their next perfume ad.” You were in utter shock and disbelief. Beyond words even..for anyone that knew you, the (y/n) before the fame..you were quite the dresser. Prior to even coming up on money, you never disappointed when it came to your outfits, hair or makeup. Sporting the most eclectic and well coordinated pieces that could never work for anyone else but you. Outdressing the girls in school who needed brand names to compete but you’d outshine their fly every single time on a budget at a fraction of the price..shopping at the stores they’d deem ‘ghetto’ or lesser, styling your own hair and makeup with nothing but products from the beauty supply down the road from your house and coming to class with all eyes directed at you. Needless to say, you had never really had any use for designer duds. But if there was one fancy label that had piqued your interest, it was Moschino. Everything about it just made you fawn..from its avant- garde pieces, vibrant designs to unique aesthetics, you became obsessed. Although you were no bougie fashion snob, you often dreamed of getting to rock at least one of their pieces. Whether it be a handbag or a thrifted coat, you’d always wanted at least one. And now, years later..your manifestation has become reality! Excited wasn’t even the correct word..feigning back tears, you’d cackle and begin scouring the large PR package they had gifted you. Including their new Moschino Toy 2 Collection, along with their spring 2024 collection.
“And that’s not even the best part. Both Fenty brands actually reached out to me this morning as well with a proposal to feature you in their newest catalogs. I have the contracts for all three offers right here whenever you’re ready. If you agree, you can sign and you’ll officially be on the affiliate payroll..what do you think?”
you were at an utter loss for words. How could you even describe what it was that you were feeling? Honestly, every bit of it felt surreal. There was no way that you, of all people, were about to grace the ad pages for Moschino, Fenty Beauty and Savage x Fenty all in the same month. Not to mention being in two acts for the upcoming PalmFest. Getting to model and truly tap into your creative expression with photoshoots of your own making. The conceptual art, the budget of your choosing..it was a dream come true! Leaning back against your seat, you’d release a faint gasp, slowly shaking your head in utter disbelief as you attempted to feign back tears. It seemed as if you were just overcome with emotion as of late. Not so much from any hardships but the exact opposite. Oftentimes had you prayed for days like this and everything you’d ever hoped for was finally coming into fruition. It was almost as if your star had completely ascended overnight and it wasn’t lost on you that it happened shortly after signing onto Mikasa’s roster. And of course, after meeting Eren. Naturally, you’d never attribute your success to a man unless it was the one upstairs. However, you were grateful that she had thrown you two together that night!
“I..I honestly don’t know what to say. Thank you so much, Ms. Mika. I’m honored and I promise I will do the best I can to make you proud.” hoisting your glass to make a toast; met with soft giggles and a raised champagne flute in return. “Please, you’ve far exceeded that expectation. Just keep doing what you do best, stay genuine and I’ll make certain that you go far in this business.” Just as poised as ever, sipping from her champagne flute when stating so. However, that serene look in her eyes soon dissipated when you brought up the next topic of discussion. One that you had no idea was such a sore subject for your manager. “It’s crazy what a couple months can do. I mean, I was just backstage with EJ, getting a pep talk about how to navigate the crowd. ‘Swear..wouldn’t have known what to do if it wasn’t for him. He’s so much nicer than what everyone said too but I’m sure you already knew–” before you had the opportunity to complete your long winded tangent, singing the rapper’s praises, Mikasa would ingest a big gulp before clearing her throat. It took a moment for you to notice the shift in her mood and her facial expressions but you immediately became concerned. “Is everything okay?” “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just got strangled, is all..” Prompting you to focus your attention on her wellbeing rather than your newest fling and her sworn enemy on the moment. Truth be told, she hadn’t exactly confronted her issues with Eren head on. Ever since that day in his studio, she had felt nothing but pure rage in her heart whenever the thought even so much as crossed her mind. Honestly, she had nothing to say to him or about him but she’d be lying if she said that the prospect of both their professional and business relationship being annulled..wouldn’t sting. Years of friendship, hard work, determination, advocating for one another and fighting their way to the top of the industry as a power duo, all down the drain over a stupid fight. She couldn’t blame Eren for his reaction but it didn’t make his words sting any less. Make no mistake, she still believed in him and his ability to make a comeback but it was going to take some time before she was able to see him as a manager or friend..
“You seem to really like Eren..” the comment sends a pang to the very pit of your stomach, making you quickly try to recant your earlier statements and downplay the oversharing of feelings for the seasoned rapper. However, that glimmer in your eye and visible reaction in body language was a dead giveaway. You could no longer fake your feelings for EJ the Don and if anyone saw through the facade, it was her.
“Well, ya know..he’s cool. He just helped me–
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to mince words with me. Trust me, that boy’s got your head so far in the clouds, I think you may float away.” It was official, she had you pegged just as well as your best friends. It was blatantly obvious that the two of you had something serious going on..whether you wanted to admit that fact to yourselves or not. Lowering your head, (Y/N) released a soft chuckle in half relief and half embarrassment. You were acting like an airheaded schoolgirl over a man you barely even knew and everyone around you had obviously peeped.
“Listen, (y/n)..I’ll be honest with you. Eren and I? We’re not exactly on good terms at the moment. Hell, even bringing up his name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ll spare you the gritty details but..as it stands, he’s no longer my client and certainly not my friend. I’m only telling you this because I don’t want you to be alarmed or in the dark about any awkward tension..in the event we all happen to end up in the same circle. PalmFest is right around the corner and truthfully..I don’t know if I have it in my heart to forgive him. I don’t know if he can forgive me either..” The declaration was made through restrained tears and obvious hurt. You’d never seen your manager break her stoic and calm demeanor once since you’ve known her but now? She was completely different. More vulnerable and certainly more emotional than she’d ever gotten but she had to keep her cool. Put on that brave facade and try not to let it get to her. Also, she could see the visible shock on your face and how saddened you looked by the revelation. You hated confrontation and the idea of your potential beau and your manager being at odds was not good. You could tell they were very close and although it was certainly none of your business, you hoped they reached a resolution soon.
“I’m also telling you this because I don’t think that my or anyone else’s opinion should stand in the way of you two being happy. Regardless of how I feel about him right now..Eren was one of the very few people in my life that kept me grounded when I needed it most. He’s never really gotten excited about anything outside of music or work..but I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, I’ve never seen that man smile as much as I have since you showed up.”
This revelation was certainly news to you! Even though you didn’t want to read much into it or get carried away, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one hell of a confidence boost! The cold hearted ice king, EJ the Don himself..gushing over the likes of you? You were shocked! But he obviously had a thing for you. Whether that was just lust or perhaps something more..was yet to be determined. In the meantime, your manager had one last tidbit of friendly advice for you. As woman to woman.
“I don’t know what it is about you but you obviously make him very happy and I can tell that he’s done the same for you. That’s important in this business…hold on to that. I don’t know two people who are more deserving.” In that moment, behind the strict expressions and no nonsense persona, Mikasa seemed to falter just a bit in that moment. Softening right before your eyes..it was very clear that she meant every single word that left her mouth. She wanted to see Eren happy even if she had to do so from the sidelines as someone who was no longer a part of his life. And you? She had never seen someone so kind, energetic and sweet before. She’d heard first hand from Niesha how much a workaholic you were and despite you just getting started, you deserved at least a bit of a reward. Hoisting your glass once more, you’d flash her a bright beaming smile, even giggling a bit to feign off crying because it took nothing for you to become emotional..especially when sentimental statements like that were involved.
“Thank you Miss Mika..I appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it. Just promise me you’ll stay focused and keep your eyes on the prize. You’ve worked so hard. Don’t let anyone get in the way of that.”
“You have my word..”
With that, the two of you clinked your champagne flutes together and took obligatory swigs of the bubbly concoction inside. Rinsing away the intensity of the previous conversation. Now it was back to more pertinent matters!
“That’s my girl..now, back to this photoshoot. Let’s talk about the details because I have a few ideas that I think you’ll just absolutely adore..”
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page break and time skip: two days later
Hard Rock Stadium: Stage A, Miami Beach
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With the long anticipated PalmFest approaching a lot sooner rather than later, it seemed that everyone as a collective was working diligently to ensure that it would be nothing short of a stellar success. Stage crews worked overtime as they secured support beams for the stages..testing the lightning a million times over and getting everyone’s pyrotechnics in order for those who needed them. Running simulations of backdrops for each performer to make sure no one suffered from a glitch when the time finally came. Some of the biggest names in the industry would be setting foot on that very stage come three days from now. The entire weekend was one that would undoubtedly be for the books; for musical talents and attendees alike. Meanwhile, the executives had come out of their glass paned offices to observe the scene for themselves. Among the fray was none other than Erwin Smith, who had been working directly with everyone to relay orders and needs as well. He was the one heading this project so it was only natural for him to come show his face. Besides, with his reliant leadership style, everyone could rest assured that if any last minute changes or major pieces needed to be handled, he was the man to do so. At that very moment, he was seated in the front row as the lights dimmed on the overhead structure. Below them was quite possibly not only one of, but two of the festival’s most anticipated acts..Atelier Kiss and Pole Assassins! An unlikely yet dynamic pairing. The two groups had come together one time prior when the band was on their last tour. The dancing quintet had just gotten their start when lead man, Jean Kirschtein himself asked for the ladies to join them for their hometown reunion. Rivaling the sounds of Deftones and Avenged Sevenfold, the infamous group put a unique spin on rock music and changed the genre as everyone knew it. Jean, a native of Louisiana..had always harbored an affinity for blues, jazz, country and soul music. But to his core, he was a metal head. Growing up on the sounds of Metallica, Black Sabbath and Def Leppard, he wanted to combine all sides of the musical spectrum. He didn’t want to limit himself or his bandmates to one particular style. He fought to break stereotypes and bring an innovative style of rock and roll to the scene. He also had the privilege of receiving the tutelage of Vivian James and needless to say, he absorbed plenty from the Neo Soul Siren herself. His ultimate creation was, in his own words.. ‘The result of Kiss, Tina Turner and Waylon Jennings having an illegitimate love child.’ An interesting combination to put it lightly! But that insane mix worked for Atelier Kiss and years later, they’re regarded as one of the highest selling bands of the 21st century..no small feat by any stretch of the imagination. That deep, silky yet soulful vibrato of his could be recognized from earshot anywhere and Erwin had just gotten an exclusive concert just for his listening pleasure only as the groups had just wrapped up practice for their upcoming set.
“You guys..pardon my language..but that was fucking amazing.” The brash comment sending everyone on the stage into light hearted hysterics, even laughing. It was rare to even see the director ever crack a smile or break character but for anyone who was familiar with the former lead guitarist of Atelier Kiss’ predecessor, Maria’s Way..led by none other than the president and director themselves..they’d know that this was far tame for Mr. Smith. To him, he felt right at home watching the beautiful ladies twirl the pole as the rockstar crooned sultry and lewd lyrics into the mic. He had done the exact same many years prior..needless to say, he was proud of you all! Seeing as how they’d be opening the show, you guys had to make one hell of a first impression or the entire show would fall to shit. But that wasn’t even a possibility. The leaders of both groups were not only hard workers, but overachievers as well. Both Jean and (Y/N) had something serious to prove.
“Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like this and I cannot wait for you all to perform. Well done. Especially you ladies..being able to construct a routine of this caliber on such short notice? I’m blown away.” A statement that rang true..as it was only after your meeting with Mikasa two days ago, did he call you up and ask about performing with Atelier Kiss. Naturally, you accepted with bells on! Nevermind the fact that you’d also be on stage with a segment of your own, hosting a little contest alongside Prince Cee and Armin to see which lucky audience member could not only sway them but outdance you girls for their chance to win one thousand dollars cash right there. You’d be pulling double duty and exhausting yourselves in the process but all the more exposure, the better. And you were certain that your girls were up to the task!
“Ya’ hear that, girls? Sounds like we got the boss man’s stamp of approval. I’d say we’re good to call it a night.” Something that you all could get behind and appreciate, seeing as how darkness had already set fall over the sky. As excited as you all were, rest was going to be crucial in making a great performance happen. Slowly but surely, the stage hands and band members alike all helped you down from your poles and to your feet. All of them would thank your group and the sentiments were mirrored. But before you all could depart for home, Jean was hoping for an audience with you.
“Aye..(Y/N). Do you mind if we talk for a minute?
It was certainly an odd request..you’d consider yourself rather good friends with the lead singer but it wasn’t often that you had the chance to speak in private and quite honestly, there was no need! But by the indication of his tone, you could tell it may have been serious.
“Of course!” you’d wave to your girls and alert them that you’d catch up with them shortly. Meanwhile, you and Jean would venture off to the side of the stage to converse. He’d grasp your hand and help you down to the edge before handing you a water bottle. He was always just as chivalrous as he was kind..admirable qualities in a man and a friend in general. Graciously accepting, you’d thank him for the kind gestures before inquiring about his request.
“So what did you wanna talk about? Something wrong with the routine?” peering down at the ground, he’d be quick to dismiss that notion. This matter was a bit more personal and he truthfully couldn’t be sure of how you’d take it. “Nah, nothing like that..before I start running my mouth though. Are you and EJ..seeing each other?” Instantaneously, the question both caught you off guard and invoked a very physical reaction in you. You were so confused as to why he’d spring such a question up on you. It wasn’t as if either of you had made this little situationship you were involved in blatantly obvious but anyone with two functioning eyes could see that there was something going on between the two of you. Make no mistake, it wasn’t any more of his business as it was some random blog on the internet but you also didn’t strike Jean as the nosy type. He didn’t meddle in others’ affairs unless it pertained to his own and now that you were thinking about it, you could see why he harbored a vested interest of sorts…
“I mean..we talk from time to time. Nothing too serious..” but alas, he had his answer the moment you clutched that bottle as if you were trying to squeeze the life out of it and the way your eyes lit up at the sheer mention of his name. “Ahh, you don’t have to play coy with me. We’re friends..besides, it’s none of my business. But there was something I wanted to bring to your attention..” swallowing another gulp of his beverage, Jean would cease his light chuckle and return to a far more serious gaze than before. One that worried you a bit..what exactly was on his mind and how did it involve you? Granted, his fiancee had made him privy to their little spat a couple weeks back and how they were no longer on speaking terms. But it was just as Mikasa had said, their quarrel was in no way a reflection of how you should proceed with talking to him! Even so, you couldn’t help but to be intrigued by the blonde’s words. You’d rather someone tell you than to be in the dark about something important later on down the line.
“..I won’t sit here and pretend that he and I are best friends or anything. Never have been..hell, we’ve been at each other's throats since I’ve known him. Point is, I just want you to be careful. I know it’s not my place or anything..but I saw you guys together on the boat a couple weeks ago. And even though I can say for certainty that he’s not some womanizing sleazebag..dude’s selfish as hell. I mean, he never answers his phone, not even in emergencies. He doesn’t show up for meetings even when other people’s jobs are on the line..he’s just the worst!” By Jean’s frustrated rant, you can tell that Eren had done a thing or two to crawl underneath his skin. Even so, you couldn’t help but to laugh! Just as you had explained to your girls, you’d tell him, Mikasa and everyone else the exact same:
“ I appreciate the concern, Jean. But he and I are just friends, that’s all…no need to worry. I promise.”
You honestly found the sentiment sweet. That everyone was concerned about you and your wellbeing. Jean himself was overly cautious about the people in his life and rightfully so. This industry was a beast and a half and it would devour you whole if you allowed it. The last thing anyone wanted was for you to get hurt by somebody you seemingly held in high regard. Scoffing, the blonde would shake his head once more and cackle. He didn’t want you becoming angry with him over insinuations or baseless accusations. Truth be told, you and Eren didn’t know much about one another outside of the physical aspect but as it stood since your last hookup, he was hoping to change that. He was making a valiant and active effort to be more than just friends with benefits. That much was apparent by his consistent communication and the few flower arrangements he had sent to your apartment; a sweet little surprise after a long day of practice and work. You were appreciative of everyone’s concern but this was one matter you’d have to see to the end for yourself. Whether it played out in your favor or not.
“I figured you’d say as much. In all seriousness, you’ve become like family here at AMG. All of you have and we look out for one another. Everyone has seen how hard you work and we’d just hate for that to become jeopardized in any way. You just make sure that dummy doesn’t do anything to hurt you. If he does, you know who to call.” his offer sending you into a fit of giggles once more. But you had no doubt that you were in good hands. For the time being, you’d just play it cool and roll with the punches. “You know I appreciate you, boo. Thank you for looking out for me.” Swinging your arm around, you’d coil Jean’s neck and embrace him in a tight hug. You were extremely grateful for the people in your life right now and you knew that things were only about to become even better. Your angels were definitely looking out for you. The two of you would begin to stand up, reaching his hand out to assist you once more. It was amid your banter about the upcoming show that your phone began to ring and you’d prepare to part ways.
“...Hey, make sure to get some rest..all of you! You’re sure as hell gonna need it.”
“Aye, you ain’t gotta tell me twice! I’m headed home straight after this. And tell that pretty lady of yours I said hey!..”
But upon exchanging those pleasantries and goodbyes, your spoken plans were sure to become derailed and by the aforementioned topic nonetheless..you’d peer down at your phone screen to be suddenly greeted with none other than the contact name ‘EJ’. You didn’t want to seem extremely desperate for his attention or anything but you had been itching to hear from him. As it had been a day or two since your last phone call. He’d text you every morning and maintain consistent contact throughout the day..which you could appreciate because Jean was right about one thing: EJ moved on his time and his alone so he didn’t owe you a single thing and as he had revealed to you, he was in the process of cultivating his new album so you imagined that the Facetimes and texts would become scarce as the deadline drew near. As well as the fast approaching PalmFest. However, there was another reason he was reaching out. After the second or third ring, you’d swipe the arrow left and answer him.
“Hey EJ..”
“Hey gorgeous..how are you?”
The name sends immediate pangs to the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but to amass butterflies when you so much as heard his name so naturally, the sweet gestures made it even worse.
“I’m doing well, thanks..and I hope you are too.”
“I’m having a wonderful day now that I’ve gotten the chance to hear from you.”
“You know, you really do know how to make a girl feel special.”
“What can I say? A smart man recognizes a good thing when he sees it..I’d be crazy to mess that up, now wouldn’t I?”
Only a minute into your conversation, (Y/N) found yourself fawning over his buttery smooth words and that silky voice. Regardless, there was a reason he was calling you so late in the day and you had to know why.
“Listen, I don’t wanna take up too much of your time or anything and forgive me if I’m interruptin’ or anything. I saw your Instagram, I know you’ve been out here working hard..you know I never wanna take you away from your money..but if it was possible, I was hoping I could see you tonight. Maybe we could get together and finally have that date we were talking about..” Befuddled in your tracks, you had to take a moment to respond. Maybe it was the bare minimum and you weren’t exactly used to being courted in such a manner, but you appreciated his words. He valued your time just the same as his own..he didn’t see your profession as something lesser and certainly didn’t think you the type to be sitting around, awaiting his call. Because of this, you were thrilled to see him again and to finally have that quality time you both desired. Granted, the sex was downright impeccable between the two of you but it was obvious that you each were craving far more than physical intimacy..at the moment, it was only five thirty so you’d have ample enough time to make it back home and get yourself together. After all, it was your first official date and you wanted to be dressed accordingly! And with this festival and other projects looming over your heads, this was the perfect time to sneak in some personal breathing room..so without a moment more of hesitation..
“..I’d love that, thank you, Eren. I’m just now leaving practice but give me a couple hours and you can slide through.”
“Of course, beautiful. I’m so sorry it’s on such short notice but I’m glad you agreed to see me..I missed you.” Something about him was starkly different from the man you saw in interviews or on stage but it was so nice to be around someone so kind. He made you truly feel safe and that you’d made the right decision..
“I missed you too..I’ll see you in a bit, okay? Bye.”
“Bye..”
You just hoped that for your sake..you didn’t meet the side that Jean was seeming to warn you about. In the meantime, you had to make sure you were looking right!..
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three hours later..
On the opposite side of town, you and Eren weren’t the only two lovebirds indulging in the woes of being an item.
“You know, if you keep touching me like that, I’ll never get any work done..”
“That’s the entire point, my love. C’mon, it’s late..you deserve a break.”
at the future Kirschtein residence, Jean was attempting to woo his bride to get some much needed alone time. The couple had both been working nonstop during this time for the upcoming performance, their individual careers and of course, the wedding that was said to be ‘one for the books’. As excited as they were for all the new things happening in their life, rest was equally as important and as it stood, it was definitely a rarity. But it wasn’t the only thing that had been lacking..
“You just want some ass, admit it.”
“Okay, I just want some ass. There, I said it.”
the blonde was currently stationed behind his fiancée, who was still typing away at her computer and delegating orders via email at this time of night. For Mikasa, the grind truly never subsided. She would work in her sleep if it were feasible but there was nothing wrong with enjoying yourself every once in a while. Something Jean was hoping to accomplish tonight..in more ways than one. Despite her always stoic attitude, she couldn’t help but to fold and cackle at his advances. He was brutally honest to a fault and she appreciated that. Currently, he was feeling up her sides…marking up her neck with a trail of kisses and whispering all the things she wanted to hear. Even she couldn’t resist the charms and temptation of a man like him. It was that very behavior that had bagged her in the first place!..
“Alright, sir! Cut it out..I swear, you’re such a freak. The last time we tried that, you said you couldn’t breathe.”
“Yeah, but I would’ve died the happiest man ever..”
his southern twang peeking through the conversation as he reminisced on their most recent and salacious rendezvous. Nonetheless, he just wanted quality time with his lady. “Fine, give me two more minutes and I’ll be right there.” That was as good of a concession as he was going to get so Jean took the bait and accepted. “Two minutes, woman! Two minutes..” signaling the number with his fingers as he walked out..but even so, she couldn’t help but to chime in with a joke as he departed to the bedroom.
“If that’s how long you’re gonna last, I might as well stay right here—“ “Oh, shut up! Damn brat..”
cackling as he exited the room, Mikasa covered her mouth to attempt to feign her laughter. It was little moments like this that she enjoyed the most out of every aspect of her life. “Love you, babe!” But it was just as she was preparing to call it quits for the night, would she be met with quite the surprise. The inbox and screen were all but empty until a push notification appeared in the corner along with a burner email and a blank subject line. At first, it struck her as odd but suddenly, the dots began to connect for her. After a moment of reluctance, Mikasa would double click the email and open it up. Only to be greeted with nothing more than an audio file. “Okay, this is strange..” but alas, she’d still proceed and once it began playing, there was no doubt in her mind who the sender was..as she allowed it to play, the manager began to tear up, along with a soft chuckle. It was all making sense now..and needless to say, she was backed into a corner.
“You bastard..damn you. You always did get your way, I guess this time is no different.”
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— ↺ Lonely Nights
✎ levi x reader !
✦ summary ➠ erwin is a very busy man, he is the commander of the scouts after all. So when his girlfriend gets lonely, captain levi is there to provide company.
✦ warnings ➠ nsfw, cheating, swearing, slightly rude erwin
✦ note ➠ sorry, but I made erwin kinda rude! but I felt it had to be done for reader to cheat yk
— Erwin was once again held up in his office, doing his paper work for the evening. You knew he was the commander of the scouts regiment, but he’s also your boyfriend. You also knew that his position came with a great deal of responsibility, that he had to do these tasks in order to keep the scouts running smoothly. But you can’t help but wish for him to put off his duties some nights and just focus on you.
You softly knocked against the door that lead to Erwin’s office, you didn’t want to be too loud and disturb him. He must’ve known it was you because he allowed you to enter.
“Sorry to interrupt you, just wanted to check in.” You made your way across the room to the pair of chairs that sat in front of his desk for visitors to sit in.
“I still have lots to get done by tonight, planning a expedition comes with a great deal of paper work.” What he said wasn’t necessarily rude, it was the way he said it and his facial expression. He let it out with a sigh, which made him sound annoyed, and his face slightly scrunched up too.
“So another night spent in your office?” You moved from your spot in the chair and made your way behind him to softly place a hand on his shoulder. He brushed it off, and picked up his quill.
“I’m the commander, I will do what has to be done” He continued on as he was before, and as he has been for the last few nights in a row. “You may leave now.”
You sucked your lower lip in slightly, feeling a sudden flash of emotion overcome you. He’s been drifting more and more away from me, we spend no time just the two of us anymore. I just want to be with him, function how a normal couple would.
You held it in though, what else could you do? Whining like a child wouldn’t change anything, it might even make it worse. He already sounded annoyed enough with just your presence.
So you left, just like he told you to.
You planned on visiting captain Levi, a close friend of yours for awhile now. On nights like these, ones in which Erwin wasn’t there to provide you with any company, is when you would pay Levi these friendly visits.
You found yourself knocking on a door once again, this time being Levi’s. He said to come in, he guessed it was you.
“Good evening, Levi” You politely greeted the captain. “May I sit?” He nodded and let out a quiet hum. You sat in front his desk. You noticed that there was a tea pot already made.
“Back again, l/n?” He asked, moving to a glass cupboard and grabbing two teacups. He brought them to where you you two were sitting, placing one by you and saving the other for himself.
You blushed a little bit at the fact that he had caught on to you coming so frequently. He must be irritated with me being here you thought as you started to get up from the chair. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave.”
“I’ve already poured your tea, don’t let it go to waste.” He said sternly, motioning his finger to point at the said cup of tea.
“Right” You smiled, getting comfortable again. “I’m still sorry though, I’ve been visiting too often recently.”
“Why is that?” Levi questioned, something told you that he already had his suspicions. Fact was Levi did know, he just wanted to play dumb and hear you admit it. “Shouldn’t you be spending your spare time with your boyfriend? He must be lonely without you.”
“Well actually, Erwin has been quite busy. Being commander is a tough job.” You tried to explain, but his face didn’t change. He still had a blank stare.
“Even too busy to make time for you?” That sentence made you stiffen. “Aren’t you his girlfriend? Shouldn’t he prioritize you over all else?” You hadn’t noticed but Levi had gotten closer, he was now behind you and was leaning down so that he could whisper in your ear.
“I’d prioritize you” This was said in a husky tone right against the shell of your ear. “If I had you I’d make time for you, I’d push off work for you, I’d spend every night with you.”
Your breath got caught in your throat, he was just so close and his voice was so smooth and he smelt so good. fuck
In the mean time, while you were lost in your head, Levi started to press light kisses to your ear that travelled down your neck. This definitely brought you back to reality.
“Levi, I- I’m with Erwin” you whined, but didn’t make a effort to stop his actions. But really, how could you? When you’ve been so lonely, when you’ve been thinking about fucking Levi every time you have come to his office.
“Don’t be dumb, tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart.” That nickname. It was the same one you have heard Erwin call you countless times, but not lately. And now Levi was using it.
“He’s your commander, your fellow soldier, he’s your friend!” You tried to reason, it was more for your sake then his. He didn’t seem to care much about what you were saying.
“Now you’re just doing it on purpose, I know all these things and I don’t care” He places one last kiss to the base of your neck, where it joins with your shoulder. “I can’t stand to see someone as great as you be treated like shit by that bushy-eyebrowed dick.”
He was in your vision again, kneeling so he could be level with your height as you sat. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want, the choice is yours. You deserve better.”
You stared into his piercing eyes, you always admired those eyes of his, they were just to intense. It’s like they locked you in when you looked into them.
You closed your eyes and pushed forward, pressing your plump lips onto his own. You initiated the kiss, making it a tender one filled with passion, but Levi soon took control. He pressed firmer, making teeth clash slightly, making it a sloppy kiss now.
He’s had enough with just kissing, he wants more, he needs more. So he quickly picks you up, carrying you bridal style. “We’ll continue this in my room.”
Lucky for you his room was conjoined with his office, so it was just behind a door. He resumed the make out as he carried you to his bed. He dropped you on the bed, making you bounce once or twice.
“Undress, everything off.” He commands as he undresses himself.
You do as your told, taking all of your clothing off and flinging them across the room, not caring where it ended up.
“Tell me, when was the last time Erwin fucked you?” He kneeled at your feet on the bed, wrapping his hands around each of your ankles and starting to rub them soothingly, waiting for your answer.
“Uhm” You attempted to think, how long has it been? Maybe a week? Maybe two? You couldn’t remember, but it’s been too long for your liking. “Awhile.” Is all you say.
“Thought as much.” With his hands around your ankles, he spread them far apart. “I guess I’ll have to break you in first before making you take my cock.”
He lays flat on his stomach between your now open legs, inching closer to your most intimate area. So close that you could feel his breath fanning against your skin.
“I’m going to eat this pussy, better than Erwin ever could.” Was all he said before he went down on you. Oh, and was he ever better than Erwin. His tongue was so skilled, he knew just the right pressure to apply to just the right spots.
Your hand slinked into his hair, gripping onto it to try to ground yourself. You couldn’t help but moan when he sucked hard on your clit. He focused on it for a bit; sucking, pushing, and flicking it until he was satisfied with his job. He then moved on to your hole, pushing the tip of his tongue in and out of it.
Your moans became louder and louder the longer he ate you out. And your grasp in his dark locks grew tighter.
“Levi! I..” You couldn’t finish your statement to warn him of what was to come. Your orgasm washed over you, making you a limp and panting mess.
“Think you’re ready now?” He was teasing you like he didn’t just make you cum. But you nodded anyways, because you couldn’t wait any longer, you needed Levi now.
He pulled you down the bed towards him, and you instinctively placed your legs around his waist and pulled him snug against yourself.
“Your going to forget all about your stupid boyfriend after I’m done with you.” He entered you with one big thrust, making all the air in your lungs disappear.
You hands desperately try to find something to hold onto, choosing Levi’s back. Your nails dig deep into his skin, slowly scratching down his spine while leaving red marks.
He starts a steady pace, relishing in the feeling of each others bodies. “Fuck, can’t believe someone would ignore this pretty pussy, leave her so lonely.”
The speed of his thrusts start to quicken, becoming more earnest. “I’d fuck this pussy everyday if I had the chance. Can I? Can I fuck it anytime I want?”
“MHM!” No words, you can’t form any from how good he’s making you feel.
Levi says no more, shifting his focus to the rhythm of his thrusts rather than talking. He goes down to bring you into a sloppy kiss, resulting in him pressing further into you. Both of you were nearing the end.
He let his head fall into your neck, he wanted to feel closer to you even though he was already inside of you.
“That bastard doesn’t deserve you.” He grunts out one last thing before he’s spilling into you. Which makes you come undone right after.
He pulls out and lays beside you, enclosing his arms around you and laying a kiss on your flushed cheek. “Stay here tonight, I’m sure that idiot won’t notice.”
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Marriage Pact (Erwin x Reader) Deleted Scene
Synopsis: You finally confront Erwin about the nature of your relationship before the third expedition.
Word Count: 1k
Happy Valentine's Day! This scene would have occurred in Chapter 4, right before the third expedition, but I didn't like that story beat where I put it, and I wrote myself into a corner. These events will NOT happen in the "canon" story, and therefore, this cut scene will have no bearing on the events of Chapter 4.
Part I Part II Part III
“That’s all?”
You turned to him with a curious hum.
“What do you mean?”
Erwin stared at you for a beat before shaking his head. He slid off the front of your desk, part of him still appearing lost in thought as he stared blankly at the shelf you had just reorganized. The side of his mouth dipped in tandem with his chin as if he had come to a mediocre conclusion in his silent debate with himself.
“What?” you asked again, finally able to wrangle Erwin’s attention again.
He blinked a couple of times. His lips parted with hesitancy.
“I just thought you wanted to talk to me about personal matters.” His chin dipped again. Erwin glanced at you out of his peripheral but didn’t linger. “But if you want to talk about work, I have time tomorrow morning at, say—” He studied your clock before turning back to you. —“Nine o’clock?”
Personal matters? Given the amount of time that passed since your supposed agreement— you still considered two and a half months to be an excessive amount of time to have never spoken about it to the point where it must’ve been purposeful— you just assumed the engagement was off.
“If that’s all…” He chirped before heading toward the door. You called after him and scrambled to the other side of your desk.
“Wait, hold on a second.”
Erwin was already halfway across the room. He turned again, not fully facing you. His irises held a confused surprise in them as he stopped, looking at you innocently as he waited for you to speak.
And that’s when you realized he knew exactly what he was doing.
Jackass.
“What was that?” Erwin’s astonished voice snapped you out of your freeze. The feigned shock in his eyes solidified into interested amusement as his mouth slowly contorted into a barely suppressed smirk. Erwin stepped closer.
You said that out loud, didn’t you?
You grasped at something to say, a million thoughts racing across your mind all at once. Maybe you should apologize. Erwin was your peer, after all— calling him names was hardly professional— but was it such a crime if it was true? Or maybe you should clear the air and play it all off as if you had no idea what he was talking about. You could both never speak about the marriage pact ever again as if it never happened and move on— oh fuck it.
“Are we getting married?” you exclaimed, your voice so loud you practically screamed it at him.
He let you stand there as the words hung awkwardly in the air. Erwin pivoted a half-step to stand fully in front of you, unable to withhold his wide grin. His feet sat about shoulder length apart as his tongue poked at the inside of his bottom lip. He looked impressed, if not pleasantly surprised. The bridge of his nose creased.
“The next expedition is at the end of the month,” he stated matter-of-factly. You waited for him to say more, but Erwin made no motion to continue.
“That doesn’t answer the question.” You frowned, crossing your arms across your chest.
“It certainly does,” Erwin retorted as he mirrored your posture. Although, he appeared more self-satisfied than you did. You let out a frustrated puff, throwing your head back as you had no choice but to walk yourself in a small circle to regain your composure.
“I should have known this was some sort of weird game to you—” You jutted a finger at him rudely. Your face puckered in squinted scrutiny. —“Because you’re all sick and twisted in that head of yours!”
Erwin let out a chuckle, his typically taut self-control once again slipping away. For the stoic, stern face he liked to put on during every other hour of the day, Erwin didn’t seem to have any trouble laughing in your face. If only his squads could see him now…
He took a few steps closer.
“Is that what you think of me, now?” His eyes flickered from the floor to your annoyed stare. “You were the one who proposed the idea in the first place.”
“I did not—”
“You’re allowed to call it off, you know.” Erwin stood directly in front of you, his arms still crossed over his white button-up. His cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the skin of his forearms.
“So it’s happening,” you stated for clarification. A vein above your brow twitched. “After the next expedition. This is actually happening.” You couldn’t help how the tone of a question wove itself into your voice, no matter how pragmatic you tried to sound.
“Well, you’re starting to sound like you’re not a fan of the idea.” The semblance of a laugh laced his words.
Your mouth snapped open to retort. Of course I still like the idea! You stopped yourself short before you could embarrass yourself, but that didn’t prevent Erwin from anticipating your words anyway.
You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how he could hold himself so neatly and properly and still have that glint of mischief in his eyes and a snicker on the tip of his tongue. Even now, his bangs swept perfectly over his forehead.
“Yes?” he questioned. Erwin remained where he stood, but the two of you were suddenly a lot closer than you remembered being.
“I just wanted to be on the same page. That’s all,” you grumbled.
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Notes: Happy Valentine's Day!
Part I Part II Part III
Stupid, Stupid, Emotionally Unavailable Erwin Smith (Levi x Reader x Erwin)
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reverie ⋆ erwin smith
author’s note: this is a prequel to strain and i’m usin my old format since this is the oldest draft i have cba to make a new layout LMFAOOOOOO. this fic is written in a nonlinear narrative so it may be slightly confusing but i decided to write it like that since this is based on the reader’s memories and past with erwin, and we know memories can sometimes be very hazy and muddled, so she only remembers key moments.
content & warnings: female reader, black coded reader, she/her pronouns, canon verse but set before the events of aot, no smut but suggestive, erwin is an asshole in this n sorta unhinged, conflict, blood, descriptions of self harm ideation, angst with some sweet moments but unhappy ending
word count: 3.7k
“I start my visits in a blaze of love,
Nectar of oranges and homemade cake
Till the enamel of our smiles wears off
Laying bare truth neither of us can take.” — Rosalind Levine, The Pomegranate (1956)
It’s a funeral march. Every time the Survey Corps return from outside the walls.
Mothers wailing and thrusting themselves onto passing Survey Corps members.
Screaming like banshees and clinging onto them for dear life to ask where if their precious children returned in one piece.
The answer was usually wordless, with a grim expression which further worsened their bawling.
You never could blame them. You think back on how your mother’s passing comment about how there is no greater pain in this world than your children passing onto the next before you.
She was a headstrong woman who fiercely loved her children.
You liked to remember her that way, rather than her last days when she was barely unrecognisable from the illness that ate away at her.
While the parents of the officers were on the edge of their sanity, the children would treat it as if it were a parade. As much as you tried to keep your brother away from it, it was no use.
He was a growing boy, and boys don't take too kindly to authority figures who aren't their mothers. You kept an eye on him as he and the other children ogled the commanders.
The adults sneered and made jabs about the veterans, while the children viewed them as true heroes.
The severity of all the casualties was lost on the children. Especially the youngsters who had their education purposefully buried and distorted within these walls.
Then there he was.
The hoards of people began to call out his name, but he kept his gaze forward.
You still kept a watchful eye on your brother, whose eyes lit up as he marvelled at Commander Erwin Smith.
Erwin had to keep his eyes forward. The crushing guilt of the failed mission, watching his comrades be torn apart for his true goals was eating away at him relentlessly.
But then he saw you.
Shiganshina was small, and for somebody like Erwin whose strategic intellect required a strong memory, faces were easy.
Faces were easy to remember, but there was just something about your curls, those brown doe eyes and plump lips.
You worked in the only general store within Shiganshina, and Erwin and the other Survey Corps barely came by unless it was to report back and update next of kin on losses.
There was some murmuring and you looked up from the cash register.
“Commander Smith..?” You squeaked out. “What are you doing here?”
He placed a basket of apples on the counter and gave you a polite smile.
“Ah, I thought you would’ve considered me a regular by now.” He said with a hint of jest in his tone. “You don’t need to call me titles.”
“So what am I supposed to call you?”
“My name is a start.” He replied.
“Erwin.” You say. It sounds foreign to your ears and odd on your tongue. But it makes his heart leap to his throat.
“Just the apples? Nothing else?” You ask.
“Hange is fond of these specific ones.” He scoffs.
“That’s considerate of you.” You reply as you struggle with the clunky register.
You took the bag from his hands to weigh the fruit but when you felt his fingers brush against yours. When you looked to meet his eyes, it was clear he hadn’t purposely done that.
But even so, the action made your breath quicken. He noticed almost immediately you were flustered, causing a slow smile to tug at the corner of his lips.
You stammered the price and he paid, nodding to thank you, wishing you a good day.
When he left the store, your hand settled on your chest. You’d never experienced that reaction to a simple touch. Why did it make you feel as if your body was being flooded with warmth?
“I’m starting to think those apples aren’t for Hange.” You said teasingly, having built up courage after a few more visits.
You were no longer so skittish around him.
“Ah, you caught me. They like Granny Smith apples, and I’ve only been buying Red Delicious apples.” He grinned.
“You didn’t need to lie to me.” You scoffed. “And even so, that’s such an inconsequential one.”
“They were in the beginning. But I like coming here.”
“For the apples?” You jabbed.
“Something sweeter.”
You bit your lip in an attempt to repress the smile tugging on the corner of your lips
Your nose wrinkled at the putrid smell of the rotting food. The once vibrant display you took pride in was now decaying in front of your eyes.
The odour was unbearable, and despite your manager insisting you on staying inside to keep you away from the rambunctious crowd.
It wasn’t unusual for this village to fall into bouts of food shortages. Considering the corrupt nature of the island. The inner walls never suffered.
Hunger and starvation were becoming something common. Whilst the elites were favoured.
You were ripped out from your train of thought when you heard the commotion worsen. Despite her pleas for you to stay indoors, you knew the frail woman wouldn’t be able to handle this.
Armed with a broom, you stormed outside to whack the brawling crowds away. You didn’t want to do this. These were people who were starving and wanted to feed their families, driven by hunger and fear.
“Move!” You barked, swinging it haphazardly causing people to back away. But it seemed to rile some others more who were lunging at you, furious.
Hands grabbing out, it was a frenzied swarm, almost relentless. That is until the distant sound of marching boots resonated through the square.
Erwin with his icy gaze stepped into the tumult, causing a hush to spread through the mob. A collective intake of breath replaced the earlier rampaging from the mob.
Clad in his dark green cloak, he raised a hand and within an instant, the crowds parted to create a path for him and the other Survey Corps.
He gave you a reassuring look, then crouched to help your manager who had been knocked over by the unrelenting, desperate crowd.
“Are you alright?” He questioned as he helped her to her feet in his smooth voice.
She nodded, a little taken aback. You felt a little sheepish as your knuckles paled from the grip on the broom.
Erwin turned to the still crowd.
“Desperation does not justify chaos.” He stated, his voice carrying weight.
He then began to try and outline a plan to share left over food with the starving crowds. It was a time-consuming hindrance but it resolved the chaos ultimately which you were grateful for.
As the hordes of people left, you thanked Erwin.
“I don’t know what we would’ve done. You really are remarkable, Erwin.” You said softly.
He felt his heart race at the way you gazed at him, and his cheeks heated up.
“No, no. Don’t thank us. If anything, it was the bare minimum.”
“Erwin, just take the damn compliment.” You tutted.
“Alright.” He sighed as he shook his head.
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling after they took off.
“Looks like your little crush is mutual,” Levi said wryly as the Survey Corps exited the marketplace.
"I could take you outside the walls if you'd like." He said.
"...Erwin." You said, a little taken aback.
Nobody ventures outside of the walls apart from the Survey Corps. And there is a reason why nobody does.
"I wouldn't endanger you, Y/N." He said firmly, as he gazed into your eyes intensely. "I guess I'm bending the rules but I recognised that look in your eyes when we spoke earlier about outside."
You tutted and turned away.
"Erwin, I'm not special for that look. I'm sure everybody has it but they just don't want to be branded as a heretic."
You felt a shiver down your spine when you thought back on the neighbours you had. Everybody knew they were executed for trying to escape the walls.
"They don't. They'd much rather stay inside and they believe these walls are protection."
You didn't like what he said.
It was as if he was looking down on them. Like they were cowards and fools.
His voice was smooth but there was layering to that sentence. His demeanour was a bit relaxed too. The point is, he said something that would just fly over people's heads.
Ambivalence always crossed your mind when it came to Erwin Smith. You weren't some sort of strategist like him, you weren't renowned for intellect. You were a commoner who lived day to day doing nothing of significance.
Yet, it was hard to miss the looming feeling of fear when you talked. Especially about this topic.
“They say there are lands of ice and water that burns.” You said, swiftly echoing the words of the children you’d overheard one day.
“The only thing outside is just green land.” He replied. “We haven’t ventured that far.”
You scoffed when you realised your brother was gone again.
"He'd probably be bounding over if he knew you were here." You said as you shook your head.
"Why isn't he here?" Erwin questioned.
"Because he's sick of me. He likes to sleep over at his friend's house. Not much I can do."
"You're an overbearing sister, Y/N?" He said, with a lilt to his voice as he arched an eyebrow.
"He seems to think so." You sighed. "I just...I see how he gets jealous of his friends with their parents. And I wanna give it to him. I'd give him the world if I could."
"How long have you been raising him?"
"Well, my mother passed when he was only six. It's been a while." You said, a little dazed when you realised it was almost coming up to a decade.
Stepping in your mother's shoes had almost become second nature to you at this point so you never took in the graveness of the situation.
"I'd say your efforts are admirable. But...unfortunately, you can't." He said, a little firmly.
"I can't what?"
"You can't give him the world. And you certainly can never replace his mother."
"I'm not trying to be-" You stuttered in absolute disbelief earning an amused reaction from Erwin.
"You were Y/N. But it's natural for somebody in your situation to try and do that. You didn't do anything wrong." He responded.
"It's not your place to tell me that.." You whispered as tears began to prick at your waterline.
"Where would you have preferred to have heard it from..?" He replied airily.
"Erwin, do you hate the people here?" You finally snapped at him, balling up your fists as a flurry of rage overtook your senses.
A puzzled look fell over his face. Your question did seem irrelevant to the topic.
"Did I give the impression that I do?" He simply replied, undeterred by your outburst.
You dug your nails into your palm. There that feeling returned all over again. A supporting thought to the one you had earlier appeared.
Erwin Smith is a puppet master. And he knows the exact things to say to elicit reactions from you.
"Don't do that! You...you know what you're saying! And you know what you're implying when you say these things!" You barked. "Not all of us are like you, okay? So what if people would much rather hide behind the walls? That doesn't make them cowards or stupid. We all are on borrowed time as we speak, so just let us live, Erwin."
Live.
You felt a little ridiculous when all he gave you in return was a deafening silence, feeling the tips of your ears heat up.
"That's not living." He simply responded as he stood in front of you. "I refuse to accept life like that. To bury my head in the sand."
"And that's just great! But don't look down on others..!" You replied, voice quaking.
"Do you think I'm looking down on you?" He questioned you, eyes unwavering.
Your silence answered better than any words could.
Every comment he made like that, was like a jab.
"Now...why would I think a woman as resilient and strong as you is a coward?" He asked, slightly bemused. "Y/N, I've admired you since I first met you. Dare I say the more I learn about you, the harder I fall."
Puppet master, he has you on his strings.
You're dancing along to his tune, the same way the people he leads to their deaths, follow the rhythm.
But ashamedly, deep down he intrigues just the same. It's undeniable, the way his eyes rake over your body. How they flit from your eyes to your lips.
He's struggling.
Despite Erwin's words cutting at you, it's something new.
You let out a sigh and turned to face the rain pattering against the window as the sky was pitch black. Your brother was not coming back tonight.
Then you took a glance at Erwin, who had stood up from the pine dining chair for his grand statement.
"You don't need to lie to me." You scoff.
"And what have I lied about?"
"I'm not a little girl. You don't need to fill my head with this love nonsense. If you want to sleep with me, just say that."
"I have no reason to lie." He responded, swiftly. “You sound like a woman scorned. Who crossed you?”
“There you go again.” You sighed. “Are you always this nosy?”
“I wouldn’t say nosy..” He said, with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I do take interest in you.”
“I’m not some spectacle.” You retorted.
Large, weathered hands had cupped the side of your face. Hardened from pulling reins as he ventured into battles.
Hands most likely soaked with the blood of comrades in Erwin Smith’s need for the truth.
Your mind should not wander to such dark places, especially in his embrace but it is difficult to ward it off.
Erwin was without a doubt probably one of the most loathed people within the walls. Yet here he was, lying beside you fast asleep.
As you watched the sliver of moonlight cast a gentle light on his face, his chest rising and falling as he slumbered you couldn't help but imagine.
It's not as if finding love is impossible within the walls. There are dozens of married couples and families.
But that impending fear of going through the loss of somebody you open your heart to is terrifying. You snort to yourself.
In bed with the commander of Survey Corps, an individual who out of everybody was probably the most susceptible to being taken from this earth in an instant.
"I'm going to join the Training Corps!"
Your head turned as Erwin said your name in a calming tone. As if he was about to reassure you.
But all you could feel was the bile clawing the inside of your throat, causing you to rush away from the room and flee to the bathroom.
Your brother and Erwin shared a shocked look as they could hear you heaving and throwing up your guts after you slammed the door.
“Where’s Erwin?” You croaked out weakly as your brother stood in the kitchen.
“He took off. Said it was something we needed to discuss between ourselves.” He responded.
You begged. You pleaded.
The plate immediately slipped from your grasp, shattering across the floor when you finally registered his words.
"STOP TRYING TO BE MY MOTHER...!"
Your lungs felt constricted and your palms began to sweat.
"You never will be. So stop thinking you have a say in my life!"
Erwin’s voice echoed in your head.
“You will never be his mother.”
You called his name as he stormed out. He was always slipping away from you. It was inevitable.
Yet it tore your heart to shreds. He was all you had and all you knew. You couldn’t let him go on that suicide mission.
All the memories of him growing up, your promise to your mother before she passed to look after him rushed at you all at once.
So much so, that the only thing you could hear was the way blood thundered in your ears. Legs were so weak they gave out almost immediately.
The only thing that brought you back to reality was the shard of glass from the plate slashing your palm, causing pain to sear through you.
You have no clue where your brother ran off to. You have an inkling he and his friends are probably jumping for joy at the prospect of it all.
As if it isn’t mere brainwashing.
Walking on the cobblestones, completely disorientated.
You think after you and Erwin’s intimacy, maybe he’ll help you. It was a long shot but you were desperate.
Failing your mother’s simple request was eating you alive. She never asked for anything in this cruel world apart from you to protect your brother. One thing.
One thing.
“…Erwin!” You cried out when you saw the familiar green cloak. You grasped at the fabric, causing him to turn to face you.
His eyebrows furrowed. Never in his life had he seen you like this. The once always put together town beauty is now reminiscent of a mad woman.
Dishevelled hair clung to your tear-streaked face. Shawl with frayed ends and smeared blood. The soft voice was now hoarse and raspy.
"I don't see the Training Corps until they graduate." He said, plainly. "So I have no clue what he could be up to."
"But...Erwin...? Don't you see how wrong this is...?! He's only fifteen, for goodness sake...he's a baby..!" Your voice cracked as your trembling fingers reached out to tug on his sleeve.
“There is nothing I can do." Erwin took a seat, and glanced out of the kitchen at you with a stern look, crossing his arms. “It is his decision. And to put it into perspective, when I joined I was also fifteen.”
“Do you know what everybody says about you, Commander Smith? That you lead people to their deaths for your own selfish desires. My brother is not soulless like you. He would not thrive in that hellhole the way you did.” You spat venomously, intending to go for the jugular.
"Selfish desires? Is that all you see?" He said, dangerously quiet. Not facing you, as if he was talking to himself.
"That’s all anyone ever sees, huh?” He said with a mirthless laugh, shaking his head. “That I am a... a monster."
Laughter overtook his body, as he clenched his fist. It was making you queasy, watching him go off on this tangent.
Through all the time you spent with Erwin Smith, something always hung over you. And it seemed as if this request to save your brother’s life was causing him to unravel before you.
The web he spun and entrapped you in. A false narrative he had created.
"He will join the Training Corps whether you like it or not. He has his convictions." He said as if the matter was closed.
You figure that was the moment. When his true nature was revealed. That the fear that always loomed over you when he spoke of the walls or outside had always been leading up to this moment.
Because those eyes you had once so lovingly gazed into and pictured marital bliss in, morphed into something so sinister, it sent shivers down your spine.
You wanted to scramble away from him. But you were frozen. Maybe he realised you now saw him for who he truly was. Because he said nothing and strode off.
Without even a goodbye.
“He’s so handsome when he smiles.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to figure out where exactly you were.
Certainly not home.
Time and time again, you’d frantically arrange an array of vibrant throw pillows fished from the marketplace, switching between curtains that always had rich patterns that certainly weren’t crafted here.
Constantly bringing newly, freshly cut flowers in the elegant vases that cost a fortune, the porcelain always glinting in the moonlight.
No matter how much you tried to make the house seem lively, it would never be able to fully remove the stench of death that wafted through the streets of Shiganshina.
When you glanced up at the sky, it was a vibrant shade of blue you had never seen before. Tears were pricking at your waterline, you couldn’t even remember the last time the sun had beat down on your skin like this.
It was so warm, almost reminiscent of when your mother embraced you in her arms. Or your brother.
Or Erwin.
You wanted to tear your hair out. Why the hell did he come to mind when you thought about comfort?
“But he’s so handsome when he smiles.” That voice repeated. You wished it stopped.
He barely smiled and when he did it was only for you.
A genuine smile.
“It’s not the land of ice. Or water that burns but, I hope you like it all the same.” His voice was a gentle whisper.
You open your mouth to speak, but no noise comes out. Holding your throat, you grimace at the frustration.
Grass, lush green grass under your feet and between your toes. Nothing like the dying, sickly brown you were used to seeing.
This can’t be outside of the walls he told you about? This must be just a dream.
It doesn’t make sense.
“I’m a man who without a doubt will be cast into hell. I often took comfort in the possibility death may be a nothingness, but what of sinners like me? We deserve consequences. I think no punishment would take away the joy of being with you.”
You woke up with a jolt, skin slick with sweat as you gasped for air.
In the dark bedroom, the first thing that rammed into you with no mercy was the fact your brother was in the hands of a selfish and cruel man.
Failure. You failed your mother. You were entrusted with that boy, to keep him from harm.
A blood-curdling screech tore from your throat as you swung your fist in the air.
This overbearing need to tear your hair out, and scrape at your skin.
You were livid with yourself. There were layers to it all.
You loathe Erwin Smith. Yet in your dream, you were fawning over him.
When it was he who would be single-handedly responsible for your brother if he meets a grisly end.
author’s note: erwin 35, reader 28, her brother 15, anyways this was due how long ago…damn. sawry. if u reached dis far ty for reading 🤞🏽💓
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OK apparently i was tagged in a very cool game (thank u @danchou-danchou !) wherein i choose my top 5 favorites among the stories i had published so far
DUSK IN THE BRIGHTEST
set in modern era wherein reader (aka you) has constant nightmares of the canon AOT verse. you thought it was none but very disturbing reccurent dreams until you came across erwin smith, the new professor and the only face you could recognize in that world. since his appearance, the nightmates had worsened! i was so enthralled with the concept of multiverse and thought that if that's the case, then might as well use it to give erwin the comfort & ending he deserves! in this fanfic, the source of all living matter (aka tree) had another power in store aside from the titan.
THE WORST KIND OF NOTHING
ah, the character study fic. you see,
hngngng. yes. YES. YESSSSSS. i love me an insane antihero. PLEASE. i want to publish the next chapters so BAD.
STUCK
don't you think literature, or any fictional world for that matter, is none but another real world that exists alongside our universe? books and TV & comic series could be windows that show glimpses of the universes around us :'D in this fic, you get stucked in sum world, erwin interrogated you about your circumstance, and as if it couldn't get worse, you eventually find a satirical comic series about your life 🤪
oh god, i love my characters consciously hating me to death for all the shit i've put them through. lmao.
MERE DROPLETS OF WATER CAN STILL MAKE A GLASS FULL
the generic plot of forbidden love trope where characters r bothered to love each other bc of their age. this one's a bit too realistic, tho 😔 AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THIS GOOFY AHH CRUSH I HAD WITH THE MOST CHARISMATIC PROFESSOR I'VE EVER MET IN MY LIFE
WEEKEND LESSONS
booksmart erwin x lovely reader who loves hearing him out & letting him cook!! i've written this for @frenchdyer, a lovely being i can relate to A LOT. that's why it goes with my top favorites, too :)
making this is so much fun, so i think i want to revise the game a lil bit and hear about: @rinamars top 5 favorite plots she came up with (because you have 2 published fics so far, please tell me about the WIPs/silly lil stories inside your head >___<) ANDDDD @frenchdyer top 5 favorite artworks they had made so far!!
to anyone reading this, i want to hear your top 5, too, so i'm automatically tagging you 😝 mention me in your posts :D
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Levi Ackerman X Reader
Levi, Hange and Erwin are discussing where they should put you on the next mission.
Maps and documents were spread across the large oak table that dominated the center of the room. Hange, pointed at various locations on the map, their glasses catching the glint of the candlelight as they detailed potential titan hotspots.
"Alright, so we've got the flanks covered here and here," Erwin began, pointing at the marked locations on the map. "Hange, your team will take the vanguard, and Levi—"
"Put [Y/N] on rear guard duty," Levi interjected.
Hange raised an eyebrow, their smile spreading slowly. "Oh? Rear guard again, huh? That’s the third time this week, Levi. Something you're not telling us?"
Erwin's lips twitched into a subtle smile as he folded his arms, leaning back slightly. "Levi, while I appreciate your strategic mindset, I think Hange might be onto something. [Y/N] has shown excellent capabilities in more engaged positions.”
Hange's amusement grew. "Oh, definitely. [Y/N] could easily handle being in the thick of it. Unless, of course, Levi has... personal reservations?"
"My decisions are based solely on tactical advantage," Levi stated flatly.
Erwin cleared his throat, signaling that the teasing had reached its limit. "Regardless, let's consider integrating [Y/N] into a more active role. It would be beneficial to leverage all capable soldiers to maximize our effectiveness."
Levi’s eyes lingered on the map, Finally, he nodded "Fine. We’ll place [Y/N] in the vanguard, but close to my unit.”
"So, Levi, should we wrap the [Y/N] with pillows, just to be safe?” Hange said nudging Levi with their elbow.
Erwin chuckled, “I think it’s quite endearing to see Levi so concerned for the welfare of his teammates.”
Levi's scowl deepened, but his cheeks flushed a faded shade of pink. "Cut the crap, you two. We have a mission to plan.”
Hange chuckled, but relented, returning to the discussion at hand. "Alright, alright, back to business."
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can I request Erwin ad y/n reincarnation au. Like in Erwin's past life that takes place in Aot canon world he had a wife y/n and she was a captain in scouts too. Erwin in canon did die but y/n lived till the end ,single and with her daughter who was like the exact copy of Erwin . She found she was pregnant after his death and Erwin had written many letters for y/n with the thought that he might die one day and y/n can have something to comfort her. He had purposefully gotten y/n pregnant before that mission so that if he died y/n would have some reason to live ( it wasn't non consensual , Erwin and y/n were trying to have a child ) . So y/n lived for her daughter while serving for the scouts
Now in present timeline Erwin is a successful businessman and y/n is an attorney and owner of a law firm. Erwin meets y/n for some business purpose and when they see each other for the first time all the memories of their previous life just come back to them in a flash and they break down in each other's arms where y/n tells how hard it was to raise their daughter without him and how she was the only reason she lived. They both get married and have a twins , a girl and a boy who look just like Erwin
A family again
Erwin x fem!reader
Mentions of reincarnation, past lives, modern AU, fluff, romance, marriage, fluff, becoming parents, pregnancy.
Erwin sets up a business meeting where he arranges a meeting with your law firm. As soon as you meet, the memories flood back and the two of you restart the life you had dreamed of.
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Your feet were killing you in your heels, but you wanted to make a good impression with Mr Smith. It'd been a while since you wore heels, but they looked good so you wanted to try your best. You even more a nice dress as well. Normally, at the office, you had comfy things on your feet and body.
So, you sat on a chair outside the meeting room and winced at the pain in your feet. "Damn it."
"Heels bothering you?"
You kept your head down as your cheeks burned. You watched as someone with thick thighs knelt before you in a wonderful suit. "Y-Yes."
"May I?"
You presented your foot. "S-Sure."
He slipped your heel off and looked. "Mm, looks like they rubbed your foot."
You sighed and looked up at him. "The one time I wear them to impress."
He chuckled and looked up into your eyes. "You..." His beautiful blue eyes widened. He softly said your name. "Is it you?"
You felt a rush of emotions as memories stung and soothed you. Tears filled your eyes. "Erwin...I...I you..."
He smiled. "Me."
You cupped his face. "You're alive."
He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. "I am."
You sniffed. "You have both arms."
He chuckled. "Indeed I do." He released a long sigh. "You are so beautiful."
Your cheeks burned at his praise. "You're handsome."
He held your thighs as his eyes filled with love. "I'm so sorry I died before we could have our life as a family."
You smiled sadly. "Well, you made up for it."
"My letters?"
You nodded and hummed. "And our daughter."
His eyes widened. "A daughter?" He smiled. "We had a daughter?"
"She was just like you." You laughed. "So ambitious and she helped out so much. She changed so many lives. You would have been proud of her."
He squeezed your thighs. "You're incredible."
"I'm not." You let the tears roll down your cheeks. "I was so weak without you. I wanted to...I struggled. However, our daughter was the only reason I kept going. I didn't want to leave her alone. I stayed strong for her, but I am ashamed of some of the thoughts I had." You sniffed. "What a terrible mother I was."
He hushed you. "I bet you were perfect. I just know our daughter loved you and felt your love as well."
You smiled sadly. "I gave her everything and I spoiled her too." You giggled with Erwin. "I couldn't help myself, she was so cute and beautiful."
"That's wonderful." He lowered his head. "I'm sorry I left you both. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. I failed you and I felt that strongly when I died. You were all I thought about."
You wrapped your arms around Erwin's neck and held him. "That must have been awful."
He gripped you tightly. "I love you."
You clung to him. "I love you too."
He pulled back a bit. "I know this is a new life, but I don't want to waste any time. Let's start our life and family again."
You blushed. "Erwin?"
"Marry me."
You nodded with a bright smile. "Yes!"
Erwin smiled sweetly at his twins. Both of them were lying against his chest and sleeping away as they were soothed by his warmth and beating heart. Seeing two precious lives made from him and you made his heart flutter with joy.
The wedding came around fast and Erwin made sure he had you as soon as possible. The home you got was just out of the city surrounded by nature with plenty of rooms for children. It was your forever home and the two of you filled it with love.
You always thought you would have a daughter again, but instead, you got a surprise. Your twins were perfect. Evan and Daisy were the sweetest little angels who looked just like their father and full of curiosity. Erwin was truly incredible, full of life and love.
The two of you were always running around after each other giggling away. You didn't hold back on the love and romance like you did in your first life. You both wanted to give the other everything possible. You stole many moments together and went on plenty of romantic holidays. The two of you worked less as well.
You sat on the sofa next to your husband and smiled sweetly. "You three having fun?"
He chuckled. "Nap time."
You snuggled up to Erwin. "You're a wonderful father to them."
"I'm glad I can be here for them this time."
You played with Erwin's hair. "I've told you, Erwin. It hurt not having you, but you left behind the most precious thing for me. You were always with me because I had Daisy with me. She was the part of you that you left for me. She was all your love."
Erwin welled up and looked down at his babies. "Now we have her and Evan."
You caressed Erwin's cheek. "All my love."
He leaned over and kissed you. "Together forever, my love."
You hummed a laugh. "Yes."
He blushed a bit. "I was wondering."
You giggled. "I love you so much. Yes, I think more babies would be perfect, but let's wait for these two to grow up a little more, hmm?"
He smiled. "Sounds wonderful." He kissed you again. "I love you so much."
"Shall I help you put the babies to bed so we can do some loving?"
Erwin handed you Evan. "Please."
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How would the aot boys react to reader friend zoning them lol
friend-zoned
eren would act super cool and nonchalant about it but in reality, he’s going absolutely feral inside. he doesn’t understand why you’d reject him because he can get any girl he wishes. what’s so different about you? he becomes super clingy after this, trying to win you over.
armin would beat himself up internally. he’d feel really stupid, wondering why he couldn’t see the signs that you’re just friends. he sulks for a day or two but he gets past it because he isn’t willing to let your friendship go to waste.
jean doesn’t believe you when you tell him he’s nothing more than a friend. he insists that there’s been a romance blossoming and he doesn’t understand why you’re saying this when you clearly have feelings for him.
connie’s pretty disappointed but he doesn’t have a hard time letting it go. infact, he makes jokes about it all the time. he also pretends like he’s mortally wounded by it just to make you feel bad and whenever you apologize for it, he just laughs at you.
reiner takes it a little…personally. he has trouble with rejection already and you didn’t help by friend zoning him. he’s offended and stops talking to you for a while. he’s pretty stubborn but he comes around eventually and apologizes for making you feel like you owe him something.
bertholdt is sad but he understands that you can’t just magically change how you feel. additionally, his feelings never go away but he really does try to suppress them. he wishes you’d change your mind and he’s willing to wait if you ever do.
zeke is just fine with being friends. that’s what he says, anyway. he still makes moves on you, insisting that you guys can just ‘kiss as friends.’ it’s flattering but he comes on a little strong. eventually, you have to be firm with him and tell him to knock it off.
porco takes it to heart but he’s more angry than anything. he says you’ve been leading him on, teasing him, etc. you apologize if you made it seem that way but he doesn’t want to hear it. he just goes out and finds another girl in hopes of pissing you off enough to get him out of the friend zone.
erwin doesn’t understand the concept of a friend zone. he knows that it’s allegedly a bad spot to be put in but he thinks that if you’re truly a good friend to someone, the zone is a fine place to be. so, when you tell him you’re not into him like that, he understands and is just happy being your friend.
levi isn’t particularly satisfied with your answer but he doesn’t push it. he respects you and your feelings enough to not be a dick about it. however, he can be a little toxic. he’ll be your friend but he will scare your dates away. he doesn’t mean to but he can’t help it. he’ll crawl out of that friend zone one way or another.
here’s the link to my jean fic that has a lot of connie and ymir time in it. oh it’s also a slow burn
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Levi Ackerman x Reader: Moth to a Flame
synopsis: Levi Ackerman - Captain of the Scout Regiment. He's broody, quiet, and clean. You're a scout, skilled in combat and has killed numerous titans. You dated Captain Levi briefly, in secret, in a whirlwind romance. Late nights and secrets are what kept your "relationship" afloat. Due to Levi's ideals, he decided to end things with you, but now you're moved on. But Levi hasn't.
authors note: this takes place in the AOT universe, and it will reference SOME of the events from the anime, so be aware if you're not caught up. i won't be following the timeline of the manga/anime.
characters: levi ackerman, erwin smith, erin jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlot, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, hange zoe, + more.
content warnings: some chapters will be nsfw. i will put a warning before each chapter if it contains 18+ content.
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C H A P T E R O N E – A U T U M N
The air was cold and crisp as it flowed through your window to the room you shared with Mikasa and Sasha. Summer is over and autumn has kissed the leafs on the trees.
Your body twitched as the air touched your skin. You made a mental note to start sleeping with a sweatshirt on. Sasha's snores filled the room while Mikasa slept silently.
You grab your watch from your nightstand and look at the time. 5:45 AM. You like to go on runs before breakfast to get your heart rate up and get some vitamin D before you had to attend training for your next mission.
After putting a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, you're out the door. The girls won't be up for another hour, so you didn't want to disturb them.
As you walk down the hallway, you put your hair in a ponytail, looking at your feet as you walk.
Then your body collided with another.
"Sorry." You say before you even look up at who's in front of you.
Captain Levi Ackerman.
"Sorry, Captain." You correct yourself, standing up straight.
"Where are you off to?" Levi brushed off his shirt, freshly pressed of course.
"I'm going on a run before breakfast."
Levi nodded in response, pushing past you towards Erwin's office. You sighed when you felt it was safe to, ignoring the pending thoughts in your head.
Levi Ackerman broke your heart, and you just super-glued the pieces back together.
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Breakfast was usually the same in the scouts. Eggs, bread, and sometimes bacon. Everyone sits in what we call the "mess hall" and eats breakfast together before we put our bodies through the ultimate torture which is training to fight titans.
You find your usual table – Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Jean, Sasha, and Connie.
"Good morning!" Sasha said as she stuffed her face with eggs. "I heard you leave this morning, how was your run?"
"I'm surprised you could hear me over your snoring." You chuckle, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "It was good. The sun felt good this morning, I'm so glad its finally autumn."
"You go on runs every morning?" Jean asked, patting his mouth with his napkin.
"Yeah, I like to prepare myself for training for the day."
You didn't want to say that Levi gave you the idea to go on runs every morning. He goes on runs earlier than you, thank God, because you'd rather not have to see him more than you already do.
"I might have to start doing that. I feel like I run really slow." Eren nodded to himself. I knew Mikasa was now going to also be going on runs in the morning with Eren. They are inseparable.
"That's awesome." Jean smiled as he said your name. He's always been sweet and funny, especially with Connie. They make you laugh every day, even on your worst days.
You feel the hair on the back of your neck stick up, a wave of goosebumps to follow. Your ears honed in on the sound of his boots against the floor.
You hated that Levi had this affect on you.
He was talking to Hange about her latest Titan experiment, which he sounded less than thrilled about. You made a conscious effort not to look at him.
"Morning Captain!" Armin said with a smile. He's always so joyful in the morning, which is something you envy.
"Good morning brats." Levi nodded in approval, his eyes glazing over yours for a split second.
A memory of you waking up next to him flashed in your mind, a time when you accidentally fell asleep after spending the night talking, kissing, and obviously... other activities.
"You good?" Jean's voice was like a pin to your thoughts, popping them instantly. "You looked like you're spacing out."
"Yeah, I was just thinking about how good a cup off coffee would be right now. I'm gonna go get some." You get up from your seat, shaking off the feeling of your memory.
"I've never felt like this." Levi kissed your ear, his voice low in your ear. His hand snaked up your body to your face, taking your chin roughly in his hands and pulling it towards his face. "You're one of a kind."
Life without Levi has been tough, but you have gotten over the gash of heartbreak he left. Seeing him every day for training and missions has gotten easier, and thankfully he doesn't want to see you any more than you do him.
Or so you think.
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let me know what you guys think so far!
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