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A Soldier’s Duty

Pairing: Erwin Smith x fem!Reader

Rating: E

Warnings: None? NO WAIT ANGST

Word Count: 1.2K

Song: Murder Song (5,4,3,2,1)- AURORA

a/n: WOAAAAHHHH WHATTTTTT MARQUIE WRITING ATTACK ON TITAN??? I know right! It frick fracking surprised me too lol. I was just sitting and listening to the above song and all of sudden this CAME to me and my brain said “IT MUST BE WRITTEN MARQUIE” So I did. Apologies if it’s shit. I’m trying to wrap my head around writing for the characters of AoT so if Erwin sounds ooc just like... pretend he’s not.. please? Or like I’ll cry. jkjk but not really jk cuz I will cry. Ok So anywhooo I hope you enjoy it. 

Erwin scribbles on the paperwork in front of him, the candle beside him spilling wax onto the dark wooden desk. It’s late and he’s been working diligently through the night filling out reports to inform the higher ups of the recent failure of the 57th reconnaissance mission. Frustration seeps out onto the page as his quill presses deeply into the parchment, leaving scattered dark imprints. 

He’s familiar with failure, has tried many times not to let it get to him but sometimes, in the dark of night when everyone is asleep he lets loose. The commander can’t always be as calm, cool and collected as he is in front of the other soldiers. They were so close, had the female titan in custody, but they, whoever the enemy was, always seemed to be one step ahead.  

The quill snaps from the pressure of his large hands pressing into the parchment angrily. “Shit,” he mumbles under his breath as two tiny raps on his office door draw his attention. 

“Yes, what is it?” he says as the door opens and his icy blue eyes fall on the door. 

He immediately calms down when he realizes it’s just you. Aside from Levi, he’s always felt he can be the most relaxed and himself around you, dropping the strong façade of “The Commander of the Scouts”.

Your hair is down, not in its usual sleek updo and your shirt is untucked with a few loose buttons. Your demeanor is relaxed as you stroll into the office. An expression Erwin can’t quite put his finger on dawns your face. 

“I knew you’d still be awake, you’re starting to get as bad as Levi,” you sigh shaking your head and scolding him. Despite being ranked underneath him, he always feels a bit of shame when you scold him for not taking care of himself. Your eyes fall to the page he’s been scribbling on and the broken quill in his fingers and you walk over to take it from his hands and wipe the ink with your handkerchief. 

“I swear the two of you, will be the death of me,” you say focusing on the ink between his fingers. “Failure doesn’t mean defeat, ya know. It just means you approach the issue from a new angle.” You finish and put the handkerchief back into your pocket. 

It hasn’t been difficult to uphold the relationship of commander and subordinate between the two of you, but Erwin will admit at times like this the line becomes more blurred. It’s how the first time, the first mistake, happened. And after that you’d felt so good in his arms that he’d let it continue. 

He likes keeping you close, you’re like his security blanket and heaven knows he deserved a bit of joy in his life. Which is why you didn’t mind his rule of “no attachments”. The few times he called you to his office after a stressful mission made you feel responsible for him in a way. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy how he'd ripped off your clothes and kissed you passionately or how you could feel his neediness to be warm and safe inside you. 

He gazes at you, a wrinkle in his forehead as you read his thoughts of irritation. You playfully place your index finger on the wrinkle and say “Stop that, or it’ll be permanent and everyone will be afraid of you like they are of Levi.” 

He smiles then, relaxing a bit more at your touch. He wonders why you’re here, a night cap perhaps? He could use it given the circumstances, plus you do look lovely in this lighting. 

“What is it, y/n? What’s bothering you?” He mutters as he runs a large hand up your thigh. You place your hand over his and stop his movement, squeezing gently. 

“I have a question for you Commander.” 

He stares at you intently, a slight rustle in his pants as his title falls from your pretty lips. He’s a bit thrown off, you don’t usually refer to him as such unless you’re both on duty or when he’s pounding into you relentlessly. 

“Yes?” 

“Have you ever thought about having a family?” You ask him seriously. His heart skips a beat. Why would you be asking this? You two had been careful, right? He made sure of it, with perfect accuracy. You can see his mind racing and immediately tack on “It’s just a question Erwin, not a math problem.” 

The assurance in your voice calms him a bit and he opens his mouth to say “No” before shutting it again. He contemplates lying to you but decides against it. 

“Yes. A while ago..with Marie.” he responds. You nod remembering when he told you about her, the only woman he’d ever been in love with. He shuffles nervously, watching your pensive expression. “Have you?” 

You walk to the window in his office to gaze out dreamily. “Of course. Many times actually. There have been times when I’ve thought to myself ‘I’ve seen enough of this nightmare’, and I plan to sneak out of here, find a nice strong husband who will love me forever, have a few kids and live out the rest of my life oblivious and safe behind the walls.” 

Erwin stands and joins you at the window, frowning slightly. Not realizing the jealousy he feels at the mention of this made up husband, he says in a gruff voice that is reminiscent of him scolding a soldier “Is this your way of saying you’re planning to abandon your duties as a scout? You know the penalty is death.” 

You chuckle, ever aware of his hidden feelings and picking up on the jealousy in his tone. “You’re always ‘The Commander’ first, comrade second. Haha don’t worry I understand.”  you chuckle again not looking at him. He still stares at you, trying to gauge what you’re thinking and that weird expression that is still on your face. 

“I think about running away and starting my little family, but I know I can’t be oblivious. I know that after what I’ve witnessed, every time I shut my eyes to sleep next to my “would be” husband, all I would see was our beautiful little children. Their eyes would be looking at mine, terrified and helpless as they slid down the putrid gullet of a titan. The last thing they would think was why their mother failed them, and the last thing I would think was that I should've never run away and they should’ve never been born.” you say not realizing the moisture falling from your eyes.

Erwin reaches out to stroke your cheek but you recoil from his touch. He’s confused and arches an eyebrow as you finally turn to look him in the eyes.

“You would charge a deserter with treason and have them executed, even after knowing the horrors of what we see everyday?” you ask him seriously. 

He nods morosely. “It’s my duty as Commander of the Survey Corp.” he responds plainly. 

You turn back to the window smiling to yourself sullenly. “I thought you’d say that,” you mumble quietly to yourself. 

“I have one more question before you retire for the night Commander,” you sigh and turn back to stare intensely into his clear blue eyes. 

“Would you charge a deserter with treason and have them executed, if they were pregnant with your unborn child?” 

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haikyuu x otome: rules | masterlist | prologue

a/n: 2nd post to the hq x otome series! requests are open :) next up will be a ‘game end’ for oikawa so stay tuned ;) 

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“Hinata, is that you?!” 

The owner of the familiar mop of orange hair screeched to a stop on his bicycle. Turning around, Hinata’s chocolate eyes widened in pleasant surprise when they landed upon your approaching figure. He hopped off his bike with a smile, walked it onto the sidewalk, and nudged its kickstand with his foot. 

“Y/n! I haven’t seen you for a week!” he replied enthusiastically as he outstretched his arms, ready to envelope you in an inviting hug. You offered him a warm smile as you gently pressed into his chest instead, unable to wrap your arms around him because of the books occupying them.  

Separating, you asked, “Where are you headed? I just finished class for the day!”

“You did? Great! I’m heading out to see a friend and grab some lunch! Do you like steamed buns?”

“Um, yeah, they’re pretty good! Why?”

“You should come along. I’ll introduce you!” 

Feeling a sudden rush of bashfulness, you unconsciously rubbed your toes into the pavement. “I’d love to, but are you sure they won’t mind? I don’t want to intrude or anything--”

A short squeak from your throat cut you off as Hinata shoved a helmet onto your head and fastened its strap under your chin. “Nah, of course not! And you’ll need this helmet; safety first! Here, let me take your books,” he spoke animatedly, taking your books and putting them in his own pack. He slung it back onto his shoulders and mounted his bike, then looked at you expectantly.

Shifting the lopsided helmet on your head, you met his gaze with a confused look. “Um, is something wrong? And why am I wearing your helmet?”

Chuckling, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nah, nothing’s wrong. C’mon, I’m late already and my friend’s impatient! We’re going to lunch!”

“Y-You want me to get on?”

“Yeah! Like, stand on the thingy that juts out of the wheel and hold onto my shoulders.”

“Isn’t that, uh, dangerous? Especially on the street?” You wanted to trust him. You really did.

With a hand over his heart, he vowed, “I, Shoyo Hinata, promise to keep y/n safe on our journey to The Bao House.” 

Despite your uneasiness, you found yourself perched on the rear end of his bicycle. It took another few moments for you to balance yourself and secure your grip around his shoulders. “Are you sure about this?” you asked him hesitantly, looking down again at your feet to make sure they were positioned well. 

He glanced back at you, smiling. “Of course! I do this all the time. You ready?”

Sighing, you shrugged. This wasn’t the worst decision you’ve made in your life before. “As I’ll ever be. Let’s go!” 

At your cue, he trudged forward slowly, the bike wobbling slightly as he adjusted to pedaling with an additional passenger in the back. 

“W-Woah, Hinata, c-careful..!” you yelped, leaning down to fasten your hold on your friend. 

“Don’t worry, I got you!” he exclaimed. Laughing, he began to speed down the bike lane. Despite the close calls from nearby cars and the occasional jostle from a small bump in the road, you remained relatively surprisingly steady. You risked raising your head up, taking in the sights you rushed past. 

“That’s where I practice volleyball!” he called out as a large, grey building passed on your right side. “They’ve got big courts and all sorts of other sports arenas inside! We’ve got a game starting in two weeks, actually!”

When you were finally able to get off the bike, your feet hurt from the pressure of the metal bars. You were relieved to be back on the ground, though, alive and uninjured. Taking off the helmet, you examined its unicorn and fairy stickers with amusement.

“Nice stickers,” you teased. He snatched the pink helmet from you, blushing, then fastened it to his bicycle.

“It’s supposed to be my little sister’s but it’s too big for her,” he grumbled. Waiting for Hinata to lock up his bike on a nearby rack, you then followed him inside the small restaurant. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the setting. 

“There!” he pointed. Your gaze followed his finger, settling on a person sitting at a booth in the corner. They were holding up a menu, leaving only their dark hair visible behind menu pictures of white, fluffy baos. Hinata eagerly bounded over to his friend, yelling “BAKAGEYAMAAA!” and causing the figure to jolt up in their seat. Angry at the surprise outburst, the dark haired boy stood up and whacked Hinata with the menu, and the two began to bicker. Only when he noticed you standing awkwardly in front of the two, as well as the weird looks from the other customers, did he stop, clear his throat, and slide back into his seat.

"Stop being an idiot and making me act out,” he snapped at Hinata, who looked at him in shock as he defended himself. 

“Your actions are your own doing!” Hinata retaliated. With a huff, he turned away from his friend and focused his attention back on you. Scratching the back of his head, he apologized. “I’m sorry about my friend.” He took a second to stick out his tongue at the boy. “This is Tobio Kageyama, but you can call him Bakageyama, or Yamayama, or--”

Blushing, Kageyama cut him off with a jab of his elbow.  “They get it,” he muttered, warning Hinata with a piercing glare. Then his eyes flickered towards you. Judging by the look he was giving you, you expected him to say something; yet only silence accompanied his intense blue gaze. Then, his lips started to twitch and his left eye crinkled slightly.

You were about to introduce yourself and save this boy from further embarrassment when Hinata began to snicker, poking Kageyama in the side. “Why’re you so awkward huh are you tryna smile just introduce yourself--”

‘So that twitching... Was him trying to smile?’

His blush deepened at Hinata’s taunts. Before he could lash back, however, you extended a hand and flashed him an upward curl of your lips. “I’m y/n, Hinata’s friend. He asked me to come, so I hope you don’t mind me being here. I’d like to get to know you more, Kageyama, it’s nice to meet you!” 

He paused to stare at your outstretched hand in surprise, blinking, then quickly shook it after he processed your introduction. “Ah, don’t worry, I don’t mind you being here. It’s nice to meet you, too, y/n.”

“Now we can all be friends~” Hinata rejoiced. “I call sitting next to y/n!” 

Throughout lunch, Kageyama seemed to relax more as you joked around with Hinata. Their friendship was cute, you thought, and you were glad to see him look comfortable in your presence. Maybe you were overthinking, but you also couldn’t help but notice the furtive glances he cast your way every so often. 

After you each split the bill, Kageyama checked the time on his phone. “I gotta go or else I’ll be late to class. I’ll see you both around.”

Once he gathered his belongings and stood up to leave, a more natural smile formed on his lips as he bid you goodbye. He was out the door in the next few seconds. A high-pitched ding caught your attention, and you looked over at Hinata, who was typing away on his phone with a smirk on his lips. 

“What?” you asked him when his brown eyes glittered at you with a hint of mischief. Then, you felt a vibration in the pocket of your jacket. Pulling out your phone, you saw a message from an unknown number.

‘Hey y/n. This is Kageyama. I forgot to ask you before I left so I asked Hinata for your number, yknow, for reference.’

‘Huh. He could’ve come back in real quick to ask. Then again, he was rushing to get to class, so...’

You glanced back up at your friend and raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, you gave him my number. That’s totally fine, so why are you looking at me like that?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes avoiding your interrogating look. “Oh, no reason. Say, you want to come to our volleyball game in two weeks? Kageyama and I are actually on the same team! It’s 12PM Saturday at the place we passed by earlier. Be there or be square.”

Smiling, you rolled your eyes. “Oh, I’ll be there.” 

On the commute home, you suddenly remembered you haven’t responded to Kageyama. You whipped out your phone and typed out a reply.

‘Hey Kageyama! That’s totally fine. Btw, I’m coming to your game, I’ll c u there 😁’

You hit send, unable to make sense of the tingle you felt in your chest. You chose to shrug it off. Probably just excited to meet up with your new friends. 

However, another ding of your phone and your heart was set aflutter.

‘Oh, cool, I’ll see you then’

‘Glad Hinata made friends with someone who’s not as annoying as him’

You didn’t think you’d be messaging him well after you arrived home, nor did he think he would be texting you throughout his 2-hour lecture. Not that either of you minded, though. 

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storms || jonah blurb

word count: 1,230

- jonah x reader, an i-don't-think-that's-fluff scene ahead

probs my first work here on tumblr. feedback and comments are accepted! yay haha

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jonah and you

nine in the evening

“what do you want now? you want money, girls, a new house?!” i searched for the loneliness on his face. what my eyes took in was regret, sorrow, anger. the rain was rapidly pouring but the atmosphere inside could melt the both of us.

“i want something different, y/n!” he held my freezing hand, which i slowly let go. maybe he didn’t want me anyway. maybe jonah didn’t really mean his love you’s.

maybe everything was a mistake but i didn’t know.

i didn’t know because my infatuation blinded me.

“well then, you can go on and leave.” i could see jonah was helpless. his eyes told me everything i wanted him to say. but i guess he never wanted to.

“i didn’t mean it that way-”

“can you just go and pretend this never happened?” i gave up, my gaze falling on the rugged carpet of our house. hot tears were already streaming down my cheeks, but jonah was so caught up in himself. and maybe even me.

a crack of thunder rang through the both of us. suprisingly, it silenced the whole room.

as i went outside, the rain visibly got stronger and stronger. i guess i could show jonah a little bit of respect.

“stay first,” when the words left my lips, my heart stung. it was like the day when jonah let me inside his house and he actually had the guts to take care of me.

“i’ll make some coffee.” it came more like a whisper than a statement. jonah sat in the couch, still taken back by my sudden change of emotion.

even i don’t understand what i’m doing.

>>>>><<<<<

the smell of coffee occupied the whole room and the rain hitting the roof made noise that we actually liked. every time that jonah glances at me, i do this thing where i criss-cross my fingers.

and for once, he notices it.

“that thing you do…” he drags the last word before looking at me once more. “is kinda cute.” a small chuckle comes out of his lips but i don’t budge.

yet inside, my body sends me signals. it wants to feel his warmth. my body, actually waiting for the time when the both of us are ready to speak again.

“remember that day?” i said, pertaining to that one day i always keep remembering whenever rain falls.

“yeah, i-i still do.” he takes sips of his coffee which smells awfully good.

“i actually doubted what i was doing,” i explained. “i actually expected that you would kill me after.” boisterous laughter filled the room and i glanced at him. the sorrow, anger, regret was nowhere to be found.

all i found was happiness.

“i wouldn’t do that to you, crazy girl.” he once called me that when i did spontaneous stuff during detention in 9th grade. i was even shocked he would actually love a girl as crazy as me.

well scratch that, loved.

“you know, i really want to do crazy things with you also.” he blurted out, taking further sips of his coffee. it was close to empty, and i walked up to him to take the mug.

“i’ll wash it.” i pursed my lips but before i could retort, he grabbed me by the wrist.

“it’s okay, i owe you a favor since you let me stay.” he insisted, and i was left with jonah going to the faucet.

soon enough, he was washing the plates and i scooted closer, just a kitchen island separating the both of us.

“what if we didn’t meet?” i asked completely out of curiosity. the faucet stopped, his hands placing the last plate beside the sink, and he turned his back around to face me.

jonah never looked so tired. the bags were visible from afar. his hands were so warm, if only he could cup my cheeks now and kiss me right now-

stop, y/n. i thought he’s leaving?

“well, i would just be singing in a band or so. it depends.” he trailed off, hands in his jacket pockets. his hair was clearly messy.

“i’ll never stop crying from my ex.” i told him, tapping my fingers on the marble counter.

“true, he was trash.” he chuckled and i bit my cheek to hide my smile.

“he’s wandered off to another girl i bet.” i joked, my gaze still on the counter.

soon, i felt a warm presence beside me. it was jonah. my hands felt cold again.

i didn’t know why i was like this with him the past days. it didn’t have to be with his work, he always came home early. something in his hugs never felt right.

right, i knew what i need.

“i’m sorry jo, i-” i started rambling but he took my cold hands in with his warm ones.

it’s not enough, jonah.

“it’s okay, sweetheart.” he mumbled as he took me in for a hug. my body was emotionless. i know the reason why, but my attitude wants him to know it for himself.

“jonah, this is not okay,” i started, looking deep into his brown eyes.

“i want more.” i sighed. it’s not gonna work. i’m just a greedy girl who wants more from jonah. i didn’t deserve him.

“love, that’s what i’ve been trying to tell you. i love you but,”

“but?” i asked, though i didn’t wanted an answer anymore. everything’s clear, my standards are too high and he doesn’t deserve a girl like me.

“but i want this.” he held me by my arm and my lips came in contact with his. i wanted to freak out and push him and tell him that i hated him because he read my mind so clearly.

his hands were clinging on to my waist, while mine were on his shoulders. and i might say, the shoulders that were a head above me.

jonah knew me that much to know i wanted this. yes, we did hug and all but my self wanted more of him. and i guess he did do so.

i rested my back on the marble and he scooped up my hair, just above my neck.

his lips fit mine, and i honestly don’t know why. his arms snake around my waist and just the contact of our skin makes me freeze.

“don’t be stiff baby. i got you.” he whispered in between kisses and my insides felt warm, nothing like before.

why are you like this, jonah? why do you make so tough but afterwards you’re just going to see me crumble and savor me into pieces?

“j-jonah, wait a second.” i stopped, my attitude taking its toll on me again. jonah looked confused, his eyebrows forming a crease.

“you’re taking this way too far.” he chuckled, his fingers squeezing my left cheek. i slapped his hand off.

he crosses his arms and faces me, as he leans his forehead against me.

i’m pretty sure he has his mental lightbulb going off again.

“about those crazy things i said i wanted to do,” a smirk forms on his face. he then takes a bite of his bottom lip as i try not to focus on him. stop making me die inside.

“let’s do it somewhere else.” i whispered, my lips curving into a smile.

“how about, my room, right now?”

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tell me if i should continue this or not! i love making scenes like this for the boys, especially jonah and zach so it would be a great practice if i wrote some ♡

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