summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)
notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?
content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)
wc: 3.4k
When it happened, your head went blank, completely devoid of any thought. You were so used to your loud, busy thoughts taking up all the space, but now it was all so empty, filled with a stillness that you had never experienced before. And such silence was as foreign and welcome as he was between your legs.
As he stretched you gently, his mouth hung slightly open, letting out low grunts, clearly satisfied with the way you were squeezing him. It looked as if he was fighting through the pleasure, through the overwhelming sensations in order to keep his eyes open. And you knew why: he seemed to be studying your face as he pushed further inside.
“You okay?” He asked between heavy breaths and you nodded reassuringly. It hurt and throbbed inside, but, despite all discomfort, you were taking him like a compliment. As he looked deep into your eyes, you realized you would endure anything for him. Anything if it meant his brow would furrow in pleasure like that, and his mouth would open in delight like it was right now. Plus, you were sure that’s how it was supposed to feel, when the thing you were trying to fit in was significantly bigger than the space available.
“Good girl.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “You’re lovely. The loveliest.” He leaned down and kissed you slowly at the same time you forced your legs to open wider in appreciation of his compliment.
hi sky can i also pls order a rum raisin sugar cone with hot fudge?? or if you're outta hot fudge I could definitely take some chopped nuts?? canon pls if possible but no worries if not!!!
☾ Content/Warnings ➼ one bed, canonverse, pre-commander Erwin (actually freshly scout initiate Erwin), light fluff, angst (if you squint but you don’t need to squint that hard I’M SO SORRY)
☾ A/N ➼ HI EL! I’m so sorry this took forever also sorry that I did Erwin’s instead of Miche’s but I’m working on that next, I swear!! Canonverse one bed can be hard but I think I made it work out. This became a lot sadder than I initially planned but like, there’s hope?? And it’s kinda sweet?? But like, knowing what you know for the last half of season 3 :| yeah. I’m sure it’s fine a;lsdkjfa;lskjf this is the second time where I’ve written canon and alluded to the shitshow that happens later as;ldfj ANYWAYS. Thank you so much for sending in a request!! I’m excited to hear what you think. :3
Edit: coming back here to say that I had this exact request sitting in my inbox from El for the longest time and I’m glad you requested it again when I had the creativity and confidence. It still has to do with a tent and a bedroll and one bed, but hopefully this twist was okay lmao. I’m still laughing at my typo with typing right as write akjfksnfmd
☾ Word Count ➼ ~2.3k
It would figure that your first ever expedition would turn into a disaster. Not because of any titan’s doings, which is what you would assume would have happened. No, instead of facing an early death, you find yourself dealing with a ripped tent and a torrential rainstorm. Everything you brought with you, including your spare clothes, were soaked through. Nothing was spared from the wrath of the dark skies.
This is why you’re marching to the only person you know well enough out of the entire legion that was sent forth on this expedition – Erwin Smith.
Fresh out of the cadet corps, it was a no brainer that Erwin would join the scouts. You were quick to follow, but not because of him per say. You also shared the drive for knowledge on what was out there and a way to cure the sickness that ails humanity – the titans. Both of you begged for any answers and the only way to get those answers was to go beyond the walls, no matter what it took.
For these reasons alone, you and Erwin found friendship in each other easily. But because of those same ideals, you were both very isolated. That isolation was relished between the two of you, though, as it made you closer.
Erwin’s tent is now in arms reach and you don’t hesitate to scratch at the canvas to get his attention. It was still early in the night, you assumed, so there was a high chance Erwin was still awake. As the cold rain falls around you, dripping down your face and soaking your clothes, you wait impatiently for your friend.
summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)
notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?
content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)
wc: 1.8k
“It will start snowing soon.” The commander looked up at the darkening sky as if expecting a snowflake to land on his face any moment now. “The first snowfall usually happens around this time.”
“And it will be a heavy one.” You observed, trailing not far behind along the forest path that led back to the headquarters. You had spent the best part of the afternoon at the storage shed, checking the grain, cloth, and hay inventory, as well as the wood stock one last time. It was the final step in the tedious process of preparing for the winter, and judging by the way your fellow soldiers had taken off as soon as the commander had finally dismissed them, it was evident they too were grateful winter only came once a year.
summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)
notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?
content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)
wc: 4.2k
“My goodness! You are totally going to find a husband tonight.”
“Do you think it’s too much?” The crisp air flowing in through the open window caressed your bare skin and prompted you to ask the question.
“Who cares? Woman, look at yourself.” Hitch grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you to the mirror.
You examined your reflection again, trying your best to find the confidence required to finally step out of the ladies’ room. You had chosen one of your favorite silk dresses for the occasion: sky-colored, cowl neck that stopped exactly where it was comfortable, and thin bow-tie straps to hold everything up. Yes, definitely a favorite. Favorite, as in ‘best liked’ and not as in ‘frequently worn’. In fact, this was the first time the poor thing ever left your room, where a teenager version of yourself used to wear it late into the night, when the risk of getting caught by your mother equaled zero. She didn’t even know you owned it, but you were certain the thigh slit and the flirty silhouette would be reason enough for her to disapprove. But to be fair, you didn’t remember the fabric ever hugging you this way before. Your body had obviously changed a lot over the years, and you were surprised it still fit.
summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)
notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?
content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)
wc: 2.3k
Hindsight always makes it simple to distinguish between what should’ve been done and what shouldn’t. But nobody is able to predict the end result. Not even someone like Erwin Smith. You thought as you poured boiling water into a porcelain cup. The lives of hundreds of his soldiers or the lives of thousands within the walls. The commander had made his choice.
He had, but you were sure it didn’t make it any easier. After all, he had led hundreds of his men to their deaths. Not only in last week’s expedition, but also in the ones that came before, and the ones that were yet to come. It was, most certainly, something one never got used to.
You walked the empty halls. The sound of porcelain on metal, the only disturbance in the quiet castle at that time of the night. It was way past working hours, and despite the absolute stillness, you were certain nobody was asleep. Everyone who made it back, really didn’t come back. At least not as the person they were before. It was as if an unretrievable part of themselves was still out there, beyond the walls, waiting to be collected.
