#erewin

[chaotic-nick]

wc: 1170

note: I wrote this last year when I was deep in my Attorney Woo Young Woo phase and was a second-year uni student taking broadcasting subjects [I used the Shawarama shop mentioned in the fic for my project and it closed down a month after.]

Relationship dynamic: Boss Erwin x secretary Reader/ secret relationship AU

“Give me fifteen minutes,” Erwin said to his secretary who walked behind him, swiping through his schedule on the work iPad. Once the elevator doors closed, he reached for his card in his pocket and extended his arm out to her. “What was that coffee you got me?”

Scrunching her face in thought was the first expression different from a plastered smile,“Iced cafe Vanilla . . . from Mcdonalds.” She bit her tongue back from reminding Erwn that he took a sip from her coffee and only realised that the one meant for him was on his desk when he was packing to go home.

“Woke me up last time.” as the elevator floors took them up to his floor, Erewin swallowed and slowly turned to her with a reluctant look on his face as he said, “And I’ll fire you if you don’t get yourself anything.”

“Of course, Erwin lied when he said fifteen minutes. (And he swallowed his own words, “Ordering coffee only takes— what? Five? Seven minutes. That’s all you need, when she made him order his own coffee.)

He wasn’t that type anymore. Slowly relaxing after five years of being the company’s CFO.

And slowly, after a morning of meetings with the board of directors and potential shareholders, Erwin let himself turn the swivel chair to face the blue sky stretched across buildings and lean a little more further into his chair to rest.

His mind drifted to what restaurants he hadn’t taken her to.

Using her back to push open the door, and careful not to spill any coffee on the sandwiches she bought, ”Sir!” She called out ready to tell him what she saw— one of their almost clients already bragging that they got Erwin’s signature.

Turning around she was greeted by a human image of a cat napping in the sun. Erwin’s face relaxed and the sun highlighted the premature grey hairs on the sides of his face. “Sir,” she called, setting down the coffee.

When he didn’t move, (Y/n) threw a quick glance at the door and circled to the table. “Erwin, wake up.” She said, placing her hand on his face.

“Back so soon?” He yawned— then violently shook his head. A pitiful attempt in waking himself up or removing the sleep that lingered. Always giving him dizzy spells rather than its intended purpose.

Going back across the desk to sit down. “Another fifteen minutes and it would’ve been an hour. Sir.”

“What did you get yourself?”

“The same thing as yours. I needed to wake up, too.”

“How about?” His tongue darted out to lick away the mayonnaise on the side of his mouth. And she looked at him longer, seeing an older version of his childhood picture —one that she kept as her lockscreen on a personal phone— come to life again. “We go to dinner after this? Have this Thursday* night to ourselves.”

(*Thursday nights = the last day of the week where I live)

“Sure,” (Y/n) followed “I’m not busy after work anyway. My boyfriend’s too busy with work all the time.”

Though he knew she joked, Erwin’s heart was hit with a pang of guilt. “My girlfriend’s the same too, unfortunately. I think her boss is keeping her after hours.”

The restaurants within their buildings were full enough for Erwin’s name to be treated as another person trying to use their work title. When he was informed of the business meetings being conducted inside, he only nodded and thanked them for their service. He was becoming sick of it. Really sick of it.

“I know a place,” (Y/n) chirped when she saw him sigh into his seat and run a hand through his hair, “not really sure if you’d like it.”

“Sure, why not. I’ll get to know you better.” As if they haven’t been together in silence for nearly a year. Though she knew what he meant. It was the little things from before their paths crossed that made them into . . . them. “Tell me where it is.”

“I only know how to go there by the metro.” Her little thing was that her life after highschool was exploring the country with the trains. It fascinated her and made life more cinematic as she’d describe it.

“We have GPS.” And then that’s Erwin’s little thing. Calling location apps GPS. “What’s resto’s name?”

“Erwin . . .it’s written in Arabic,” her eyes were wide and her posture slumping in distress,“I don’t know what it’s called.”

“Then,” he sighed into his seat, beginning to reverse his car out of the parking lot. “We’ll find it by car, right?”

Leaning to reach for the control panel, her finger hovered over the button with a waiting look thrown at Erwin’s concentrated face. “Right,” she smiled, watching how his roof slowly folded, the streetlights illuminating his face.

“So,” she asked Erwin who rested his torso against the steering wheel, eyes watching the workers made one shawarma after another and send it off to their delivery drivers. “this helped me survive college and all my internships.”

“This place?” It was different from all the restaurants he’d taken her to. And different from his world. “It’s all chicken?”

“No, no. It’s a shawarma place, but there’s more than that inside,” pushing the door open, “Don’t worry you’re with me.” She said and then stretched her arm up to yell, “Helloooow, UNCLE!”

His eyes scanned every part of the restaurant, still though, he remembered to hold the door open for her to come in. “They also know my mom . . . and my dad. Ooh also my brothers, they know everyone here. Basically, if you come here enough they’ll have your orders memorised and poof. That’s it.” Only two tables and yet the delivery drivers came one after another.

“Chicken Barbeque.” He read on one of the menus.

“Hmm?” (Y/n) followed his eyes focused on the grill. “That’s what you want?”

“Sure, yeah. I’m putting all of my trust in you—” “You don’t wanna read the menu, ‘Win?” “I’ll do that too . . .”

“Chicken Barbecue,” repeated ‘uncle’ when he put the silver platter in front of them. A whole chicken resting on bread with vegetables on the side. On the other were sauces in overflowing the plastic containers they were in.

“Wow.” She said, “Thank you, uncle.”

“Yalla, enjoy.” He said, throwing a towel over his shoulder, and turning the TV on to a live broadcast of their home country’s football team.

(Y/n) reached her hands for Erwin’s still buttoned sleeves.  “Gimme, gimme.” 

“You can wash your hands there.” She pointed with her chin as she folded his sleeves. Never removing her eyes from him, whose face looked younger with curiosity.

“You eat this with your hands?”

“First time?”

“It is!”

“Don’t worry you’re with me.”

“I’m full,” said Erwin, falling behind a few steps for the first time. Rubbing his belly over the white shirt he sighed again, “Very full.”

She grinned tiredly at this, angling her shoulder to push her apartment door open, “Wanna come in for tea?”

“If I fall asleep it’s the chicken.”

“Okay, okay. You left your toothbrush here the last time.”

[moonycoco-fic-recs]

Always

Summary: Erwin saw the world in a very practical sense. He knew when it was best to lay down his life for the sake of his mission. He'd prepared himself everyday for it. Levi, however, was not as prepared for Erwin to give it all up, in fact, he might never be. Chaos ensues.

Author: obiwhat12

Ship: Erwin Smith/Levi Ackerman

Tags/Genre: Canon, Injury, Mutual Pining

Length: 3k Words

Status: Complete, One Shot

Site: Ao3

[eren-yeager1]

the rumbling full

[mitchie02]

😭😭😭😭😭 I finished all of season 3 till now 😭😭 I'm sad and mad at the same time because the dub version isnt going to come out until later this year and I dont want to finish the series it's too good to end this early 😭🤧 I was in an emotional reck today after witnessing armins death and erewins death the way they were fighting on who to bring back alive 😥 & yimirs confession 😭 why did she end up dying? Something I'm a bit confused on is why did levai decide to not inject it to the erewin?

Also what do you was better, injecting it to armin or erewin?

Thank you ❤

For me it was no question, Armin was the choice. Simply because as a commander, Erwin should be the last on the list of priorities. He was the con man who convinced the young soldiers to face a 99.99% chance of being killed.

As for why Levi decided to give the serum to Armin, he knew Erwin gave up on his dream and was feeling guilty for causing so many people's deaths. It's not that he would've gave up, Erwin intended to face whatever was beyond the walls, but that he made peace with dyeing for the chance of Levi humiliating destroying the Beast.

Also, try watch it subbed. At least the first episode of season 4. Or avoid all the tags, if you don't want spoilers.

[aengelren]

Another one!

Mike zacharias, Levi, erewin

Marry Erwin, fuck Levi and kill Mike

A married life with Levi would be very interesting and peaceful but i also have a lot of respect and admiration for Erwin so I’ll pick him

[storytimewithcort]

Changes

Fandom: Marvel, MCU

Summary: Parental angst causes you to run off & find Loki, then you two discuss your relationship and potential future. Reader is insecure.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warning: Parental angst, mentions adultery.

A/n: Another fluffy piece, more sentimental. I also feel like it monologues a bit, but it feels right to me. For sure the latest in my sorta-series. I'll add a link & fix any grammatical issues later. Thanks!

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"You don't know what you are talking about!" He screamed from across the room.

Your mother turned from where she was drying dishes to through the dish rag at your father. It fell at his feet not causing any damage. "I don't know what I'm talking about?!" She spat at him, "She came here! She told me herself. She thinks you are her soulmate! She's barely older than y/n, what where you thinking?!"

"You're never home any more! You spend ever ounce of your time at your brother's house. You practically left me already!"

"His wife died and he has the twins to worry about, they are so very young! Are you trying to say that it's more important for me to take of your needs than two children with out a mother?" Her voice started angry, but by the end she just sounded numb.

You listened from the back room as your mother left the kitchen towards the front door. "I'm going now. I'll stay somewhere else tonight. You think about what you really want and maybe we'll talk tomorrow." She called out coldly before you heard the front door slam shut. Your father placed the kitchen for a couple minutes before coming into the back room.

He obviously wasn't expecting to see you sitting on the chair in the corner, he stopped in his tracks looking at you solemnly, "y/n, I didn't...I, I didn't think you were home."

"I just got in about an hour ago..."you said blankly trying as hard as you could to remain neutral. "You both seemed...busy...so I didn't interrupt." You knew he could instantly tell you were present for the entire argument and thus knew about the indiscretion that caused it. You didn't really care if you upset or embarrassed him more, in fact in the moment you wanted him to know how many people he was hurting. You got up and left through the back door with out another word.

You walked the mostly deserted streets for a few minutes before your feelings caught up to you. You couldn't stop the hot tears that flowed and flowed. You thought for a second to go to your uncle's house and check on your mother. But before you knew it you were standing at the entrance to the palace. Your feet took you there while you were lost in your own sorrow.

You climbed the stairs and tried your best to compose yourself in from if the guards at the main doors. However you did a terrible job of it, openly sobbing as you waited for the large door to swing open enough to slip in. You took a less direct route to your destination hoping to avoid the people who could still be awake and in the main halls at this time of the evening.

When you reached your goal you knocked softly, feeling weak and barely able to stand there with out collapsing. After a second the door opened just a little on it's own and Loki glanced up from where he was sitting in the corner of the room, book in hand.

He had a quip about how you couldn't even go an two hours with out him ready, but it died on his tongue at the sight of you. You looked pale, your lips quivering and your eyes puffy as the tears fell down your cheeks. He was up in a flash, wrapping his arms tightly around you as soon as he reached you. Your pressed your face into his chest and cried even harder.

Loki pulled you into his room just enough to allow the door to close. He stood there for as long as you needed, rubbing circles on your back as he held you tight.

When your breathing evened out and he could no longer hear any crying he loosened his grip just enough to get a better look at you. "My love?" He said quietly.

You looked up at him and sniffled once before answering, "My parents had another fight."

"I'm sorry to hear that." He said, unsure of what else to say on the matter. He took one of your hands in his and guided you to his bed taking a seat and helping you sit next to him.

You instinctively leaned against him, "It wasn't just a fight." You sighed, "apparently my dad's mistress showed up at our house today."

"So all those fights about your mother being 'paranoid about another woman' were not unjustified." He said, instantly regretting it. He didn't want to upset you further.

You only sighed again, "I guess not." You stayed quiet for an moment, then sat up straight to look at Loki directly. "Do you think love has an expiration date?"

"What? Of course not" he assured you quickly.

"A lifetime is so long. If you vow unbreakable love to someone when you're young can you really be sure that you'll feel the same way years or decades later? People can change so much..." You closed your eyes as another tear wells up. "Maybe you can only love someone for so long before you both have changed and learned enough new things about yourselves that you're not compatible anymore."

He takes both your hands in his then turning to face you, "People do change and sometimes feelings, even love, can change too. That doesn't mean they always change for the worse."

You shrug, "They used to be so happy just to spend time with each other. But it's been years since I've seen them have a conversation that didn't end with them at odds."

"They are just one example. And however they feel about each other now does not affect how they feel about you." Loki stokes the top of your hands with his thumbs as he speaks.

"I know that much. But..." You trail off starting to cry full force again. "What if...what if you wake up one day and don't like how I've changed. What if we change?"

You were pulled back into Loki's chest then and gently pushed down to lay on the bed so he could both hold you close and look at your face as you both lay on your sides. "I've already watched you change. Hundreds of times. I've know you for most of my life, remember?" You nod through the tears. He continued, "In so many ways you are not the little girl I met so long ago. There are many similarities yes, but I've also watched you develop in new ways every day."

"Maybe you just like newer me better." You mumbled averting your eyes.

"Even before I truly understood my feelings for you, I knew that you were my absolute favorite person. I was just a kid, but I knew I'd rather be spending time with you over anyone else. I adored how shy you were when we met. I liked the challenge of getting you to open up to me. Which was actually easier than I expected, honestly."

You laughed lightly no longer crying, "You had pretty eyes and books about magic, how could I not like you the very first day I met you."

He kissed your temple gently, "Now you are so fearless and open about your feelings. And I still adore you." He kissed the side of your face again. "For a long time I thought I fell in love with you at that ball. The one where we danced like fools. Remember that?"

"Of course I do."

"Now I know it was long long before that night." He continued peppering soft kisses along your jaw. "When I was fifteenth, you came with us on a diplomatic trip. There was this boy who worked in the kitchens. He followed us around all night just to talk to you. He was so nice to all of us. Still, all I wanted to do was stab the kid. He frustrated me endlessly because I didn't like him tripping over himself for your attention." Hearing his side of that trip was astonishing. You barely even remembered that boy.

"Thor's birthday, turning seventeen I believe. It was a horrible day all around. Thor was boasting his greatness all day. My father requesting an endless parade of nonsense. And to top it all off it was so bloody hot inside the palace. I was miserable by the time dinner started. Then you showed up, took one look at me and dragged me outside. You made the cheesiest jokes over and over until I smiled. Then you helped me sneak a frog into one of Thor's gifts. You single-handedly made my night glorious." He laughed as he recalled the chaos one little frog caused.

"During the time I thought I was so infatuated with Erewin. I thought they were so stunning, and convinced myself they were so great." You looked away from him, not interested in reliving that part of his past. Loki tipped your chin back to him, gently guiding your gaze back to him with a finger under your chin. "But even then, as soon as you walked into the room, I forgot they existed completely. That was over a year before we got together and I still put you above anyone else."

He kisses you then full on, but slow and tentative. Upon pulling back he smiles, "What I am trying to tell you is I've already loved you for most of my life. For years and years. I've seen you change so much, but I still love everything. I also love all the changes because they help show how far you've come. How far we've come."

"Let me ask you, do you feel like you love me any less now compared to when you first fell for me?" As Loki asked this you felt a thousand emotions at once. All of them a sign of your love for him.

"I think I love you more every day." You said in a small voice, despite the small thrill you felt admitting it. "But what about-"

"The future, I understand. We can't promise that. We have no way of knowing what'll come our way and how it'll change us." He pulled you in as close as physically possible. "But I assure you y/n, I'm committed to working with you to keep us happily together. I am also quite certain I'll love any changes you throw at me. I've loved them all so far." As he spoke he looked deeply in your eyes, "I have faith in us."

You watched his eyes sparkle against the flickering lamp by the bed for a long moment before leaning in and kissing him gently. Pulling back slightly, you speak against his lips, "I have faith in us."

You rest for forehead against his and you both lay like that in a comfortable silence for a long time. After a while you speak softly, "Can I stay here tonight?" You ask.

"Yes" he hums in response, moving to better position you both in the bed. Feeling a pillow underneath you instantly realize how exhausting the evening has been. You suddenly have trouble keeping your eyes open.

You snuggle against Loki as he pulls blankets around you both. "Will you come with me tomorrow to see how my mother is doing?"

"Of course" he answers as you start to doze off.

The last thing you remember before sleep takes you is Loki quietly saying he loved you. You return the declaration through a yawn as your eyes close.

Loki stays awake for a long while that night. He watches your sleeping form curled against him. He pays attention to the way your chest presses against him with each breath you take. He admires the way you occasionally nuzzle your head further into the area directly under his neck. Gods, he did treasure you. When he finally felt too tired to continue, he placed a kiss to the top of your head and closed his eyes, making sure to keep you wrapped within his arms.

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[eren-yeager1]

erewin 😩❤️

[bluesylveon2]

5,6,12,39,17

Smash or pass: erewin or levi

Another one: Nicoolo or Mike zacharias

Hi!!!! Btw you need to tell me what to refer you as so I can thank you properly! I always feel bad when I only say hi 😭

5 - Who was your favorite character originally? Did it change?

- Okay so I started watching AOT back in 2014, so I'm not too sure, but I would say that it was Levi. I was not a Levi simp or anything, but I remember my older brother talking about how op he was and I thought that he was the main character 😭. My new favorite character is now Jean because I am a huge sucker for character development. That and his glow up 👀

6 - Who was your least favorite character initially? Did it change?

Zeke, because he killed Mike. Mike would have been a huge help in season 4 but NOOOOOOOOO. It has not changed, but I feel bad for Zeke because of his childhood

12 - Worst glow up?

- Louise because she was fine in season 1 until she became so obsessed with Mikasa. Like yeah she saved your life but oh my gosh! She even kept her scarf too 😭. She would have been fine if she was like Kaya's relationship with Sasha

39 - Who’d be the best roommate? The worst?

- Best would be Mikasa because I think that she would keep everything tidy. Plus is would be really fun to tease her about Eren lmao. Tbh I would pick her because I think that we would be good friends and she would motivate me to workout.

- Worst would be Sasha. She is a loveable character, but she would hide food in random places (that would be great if I am hungry at 3 am) and she snores. I cannot stand other people snoring when I'm trying to sleep

17 - What twist genuinely surprised you?

- When Isayama revealed that Sasha had a possibly but who knows at this point boyfriend AFTER she died!!! Isayama was really here watching everyone cry over her dead to go "btw let me introduce you to this guy who can cook (A HUGE PLUS!), is perfect for Sasha, and has a crush on her" at the funeral!!! WHAT THE HECK ISAYAMA??? Even Kaya noticed that something was up!!!

Smash or pass? Erwin or Levi?

- Do I have to pick? I would honestly pick both, but I will pick one to make things interesting. Hmmm it would have to be Erwin because I think that he would be such a gentleman. It was a close call but I honestly think that Levi would want nothing to do with me

Smash or pass? Niccolo or Mike?

- Definitely Niccolo. Although Mike would be nice in a way that is definitely nsfw. Niccolo is really adorable and omg he can cook! Like that is a huge yes from me lmao

[animentality]

Eremin, more like EreWINNING ship, amirite

[lancerofdarkness]

I wonder if his eyebrows is a relative of Erewin's eyebrows,,,they kinda look alike lol

I love when Eren does the thing with his eyebrow. He’s so CUTEEEE!! ≧◡≦ 

[amikaakaya]

Erewinning

[hottreesinurarea]

Did I? Yes, I did create an OC that is a race we have yet to see.

@dragonprinceofficial did I at least get semi close????

I already love him, so even if he's incredibly inaccurate I'm still keeping him.

[ask-velvetpaint]

When you see your otp doing something cute

[airjar]

エレエル = Ereeru? Erewin? Eruren?

[nonbinaries-on-ice]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A new chapter for both my fics in one day! (Well it's a little past midnight but shh)

I'm going to post my notes for it here as well as some of the notes from the end of the chapter: 

Hey everyone! I'm being good today and posting a chapter of both this AND Waiting Up! Also, for those of you who didn't notice, I posted the first chapter of the JeanMarco sidefic I promised you! It'll probably be two chapters total, but I'm also planning on making other sidefics for other pairings, so if you want to make sure you learn about those when they go up, you can subscribe to the Series "I Can't See My Way Out" rather than just the fic. Just so you're aware, the JeanMarco sidefic is SUPER adorable, if I do say so myself. They're such dorks.

A few trigger warnings for this chapter, though I promise it does not end on such a sad note as the latest Waiting Up chapter. There are heavy mentions of both 'hard' mental illness (ie. schizophrenia, dissociative identity disorder, etc.) and drug use throughout the chapter, so if you're bothered by either I suggest you skip this chapter (though there will probably continue to be mentions of drug use here and there in the future, but not nearly as much as here).

Also, I am not a mental health professional, nor have I done illegal drugs. Especially the portrayal of the mental health issue here is most likely not accurate, because I gave my idea priority over accuracy. I tried to do my research for things, but there are definitely going to be things that aren't necessarily accurate for the sake of the story. This chapter is really the furthest away from reality that I'd like to get though. I'm trying to make most of this story fairly realistic.

I guess you could also say slight manga spoilers for this? I don't think it's anything really huge though, or anything super super obvious.

So, I know [chapter spoiler omitted] may not be extremely accurate, but I wanted to stick somewhat to the original plot while still portraying a homeless person with a 'hard' mental illness. Hard mental illnesses (generally considered mental illnesses that include psychosis) and all the problems that come with them (the stigma, oh god, the stigma) are very close to me and hit very close to home (if you want to know more you can ask me on tumblr), and I want this story in its portrayal of homelessness to include how an absolutely shocking amount of people with hard mental illnesses end up on the streets. The prognosis for people with hard mental illnesses to live "normal, successful" lives is very poor, and a lot of those people end up on the streets because of the poor treatment of mental health in the U.S. As far as I'm aware, it's a global problem as well.

Mental health awareness and stigma is super super important to me, and if you ask me about it I will talk your ear off I swear I will. But if you have any questions or comments about it, please ask/say them. Tumblr would probably be the best, because I respond there more frequently.

[reideux]

I really need a blind!eren eruren fic right now. Really bad.