The days that followed appeared to mush into one. Erwin couldnt remember hitting his head or anything so he tried to push the thoughts of unease from his mind.
He finalized his resignation with the corps and began to pack up his many belongings he had accumulated over the years into boxes, despite Hange insisting they wouldnt be moving into his office.
As he did so Y/n continued to read the large book. Occasionally taking notes. He had yet to ask her what she was reading since he didnt want to intrude but he grew ever curious by the day.
"My love?" Erwin asked approaching y/n one late morning as the sun shone in beams through the office window.
"Hm?" She looked up from her book wiping her right eye as if it had been watering.
"Oh, are you okay?" Erwin's eyebrows furrowed. "You look as though youve been crying..."
"Oh, its just very dusty in here since youve been moving so much stuff around. Dont worry about me" Y/n gave a small laugh dislodging the tension in the room. "Did you need something?" She closed the book setting it down on the table.
"I was wondering if you might like to take a trip to some of the villages and towns nearby to see if theres any properties we might be interested in buying." Erwin smiled.
"But dont you already have a home given to you by the corps?" She asked.
"Well, yes." He responded. "But i thought it might be nicer to find somewhere we both like. Afterall, the housing the corps has is usually very basic and I know how important it is for you to have somewhere we can call home, not just a roof over our heads." He leant down to kiss the top of y/n's head earning a smile from her.
"I'd love to. I'll just get a jacket it looks a little cold out today doesnt it?" She cupped Erwins cheek kissing it before standing and making her way to the coat hook and taking down her cardigan wrapping it around herself.
Erwin turned to the window "Well it looks pretty warm to m-" he cut himself off. The office was cold. A strong wind blew outside blowing leaves off the trees past the windows. "-nevermind. Lets go."
He walked towards where y/n was waiting at the door. Pausing to glance at the title of the book y/n had been reading.
𖤀̡͕͉͉̓̓ͨ̊ͦ̒̂̌͝͡_̽ꛈ̨̫̟̠͔̻̱̪͌̑̎̄̾̄͠͠͡ꕷ𖣠̧̰̻̟̠̭̤̔̐̔̾ͦ̕̚͡𖦪̴̷̵̨̢͚̟̖̦ͬ̊͆͂̿̒̀͋͊̕𖤀̸̡̯͚̅ͤ̾̑̉ͧ͛́̉̎̿͑͟͟͟͞Ι̨͈̫̠͈̜̠̥̟̗͗̋̿ͨ̓̀ͣͫ̽ͫͬ͞𖤢̸̵͈͚͇̱͉͇̰̪̥̹̣͎̍͑̈ͩ͊ͮ̔̎̔ͪͮ̓̇̽ͪ́ͫ͘𖦪̨̢͉̗̫̻̞́̏̄̏̏̓̀̓̉ͭ̃ͯ́ͣ̍̀͗̌̓ͭ͜͞͞ꕷ̵̶̡͎͕͚̳͉͕͇̖͎́͋͂ͥ͊̒ͥ̾͜͜͠ 𖣠̱͇̠̠͓̼̀ͨ̽ꘘ̨̱͓̮̺̭͎̫̗̬̎́̈́̾̿̀ͪ̾̿͠͝ ꛕ̴̴̡̡̛͖̦̘̪͕̰̠̝̾̃̀̂͌̎ͮ̀̏̋̓̎̈͆̓͘͘͢𖣠̶̶̢̢̛̛̣̺̟͎͎͇̰͓̘ͨ̅ͧͮ̆̓͑́͗̽ͥ̉̇͊͋ͬ̕͢͞ꛘ̻̻͉̟̊ͩ͂͛̑ͮ̇ͧ̚Ι̴̛͉̱̫̮̝ͤ̈́͢ꕷ̸̴̢̭̹̲̣̰̣̬̗̪̮̱ͩ̈́ͭ͑̃̅̐ͬ́ͥ͗ͤ̑̕̚͞ꛕ͎̖͔̜̪̺̮̩͙̐ͤͬ́̾͛ͮ̏͝_̨̧͖̤͎̜̭͉̗̜̭̖̟̟̏̍͐̀͑ͭ̔͂̇ͥ̄͌̇͞ꛈ̎Ι̵̡̱̼̼̬̰̞̽̇̃ͬ̃͐̚𖣠̹͎͇̈͑̓Ι̠̙͖͓̦̼̝̋̓̆̐ͥ̕Ι̢̮ꚶ͖̀̏͞Ι̳̩̪̼̐́ͮͪͧ̽̂ͦ̌ͤ̍͜͝ꕷ̸̷̧̧̻͉͙̯̻͇̩̞͎̗̩̐̄̀̅̑͑̈͌̈ͬ̌̂̋̎̀́ͮ̒͡ꛘ̶̸̢̡̛̲̦̳̪͚̞͆́̈́̚𖤢̢͖̞̻̱͓̃ͩ̈̊͘ꕷ̛͇̀̿Ι̶̧̧̬̤͚̙̤̬̪̤͉̮̥̱͓̃̽̀̋̆̊ͤͨ̍̀ͬͫͩ̀̈́ͯ́̌̌̍̈͟͜͡͠ꕷ͉̬̼̻̏ͮͤ̎͠Ι̳_̝͈̳̗͎̣̩̈́̆̔ͮͣ̀͑̏̈́ͭ͒̄͒̓́_̄̔
He blinked. It was illegible. His eyes blurred.
W̷̸̷̧̨̨̡̛̫͕̪̗̪̫̹͎̥̟̱̰̯̤͒̑́ͤ̃̔͗ͥ̌̏ͯ̔̽ͮͧ̊̃̃̊̍ͧ̊̄̅̂ͧͫ́͋ͧ̅̅̔̄̂̚͟͠_̷̴̵̢̧̧̢̢̡̢̨̲̱͓̪̳̘̘̘̙͎̦̘̗͎̱̙͉̳̮̮͇̜̝̩͙̬͇͉̝͇̝̜͇͓̫̘̜̦̣̯͕̬͓͍̹͎͚̲̰̰̝̦̹̭͉̲̯͖͎̣̦̰̺̰̼̻͋̋͐̀͆͛ͤ͗ͥ̈́̓̑̒̉ͥ̾̒͊̒̀̿̊̓́̎͂̔̌͊̊̓̿̉̅̀̆̍ͦ͒͂̈́͆̆̽ͧ͛̍͋ͩͮ̄̿̑̒͐ͮ̿̌̍̈́̓͆̃̄ͭ͆͂ͯ͂ͯ̀̿̈̍͛̏ͣ̉̿̄̒͆͌́ͨͤ̽͘̚̚̕̚̚͢͢͜͢͜͜͡͡͝͞͡͠ͅͅ_̢̛̖̞̙̭̜̘̖̩͎̩̗͇̟̮̮̆ͤ͛̾͂̎ͩ̃͊͌̑͊̓͘ͅ_̷̡̧̭͓̟͙̯̭̔ͣ͊̇͌̕a̶̸̶̸̸̛̛̫̗̫̺̜̹̠͚̭͎͚̝̘͍̝̹̺̗̖͖̹͗͌̂̒ͮͫ͌ͣ́̾̇ͥͧ̇̏̒̅̓͛̃̀̄͂ͦͦ̓͌͛̄̍ͬͫ́̎ͦͬ̃͋͟͞͝͝ͅͅ_̶̸̵̶̡̢̨̨̪̼̱̺͍̺͉̟͍͉̺͈̹͍̝̖̼̯͍͚̘̹̪̺̙͉̮̪̱͈̖̬̹̖̰̩͇̳͓̘̎̓͂͗̃̀͊̔̍̐̌ͦ͑̂ͣ̈̑̿̀ͣ̅̊͌̀̍̃̄̊͑ͭ́ͫ̉̃ͪͨ͋̇̑͋ͧͥ̈́ͩ́̇̂̋̈̇͘̚͘̚͟͠͠ͅ_̷̶̵̸̶̨̡̧̺̲̜̦̤̮̗̯̬̼̤͈̗̦̜̺̘̦̣͇͓͇̯̤̤͎͈̮ͬ́͐̒̐̃ͦ̌̃̉ͣͤ́̍́̀̿̄̓ͩ̆ͩ̌͛͗̀̏ͯ̈́ͦ̿̌́͌ͩͭͨ́͌̕͘͡͠͞_̷̸̴̵̴̷̵̴̴̶̸̨̧̧̨̛̛̛͓̖̠̭̬̜̦̣̝̮̪͍͈̮̣̗̪̯̦̫̗̠͎͚̙̼̲̲̩͕̬̗̮̫͓̖̼͖͇̗̯̞̜̯͈͙̫͈̫͎͙̮͕̰̰̪̫̲͚̬̱̫͚̟̗̩̦̬̱̜̮̥̲͕͖͉̩̮̼̦̠̩̯͍ͤͤ͂ͣͬ̅ͥͥ̋͛́ͣ͒̅͂͛̋͒̽̂ͪ̀͗̽͑̈́̈́ͫ̀̎ͦ͋ͦ̾̌ͥ̃̃̇͋̆ͧ́͗̈̄̀̓́ͪ̌̂́̾ͫͦ̅̃ͥ͐̓̓̄̓̈́͌̇̅̇͑ͬͧ͆͆̒ͯͯ̄̑̐̽͌́̋͐ͪͧ̋̐́̆̋̃͐̊̏ͬͪ̎ͯ̓̏ͪͨͩͩͧ̒ͦ͗́̇͊̍́̅̓̂̅ͥ̚̕͟͜͟͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅk̵̶̴̡̢̢̢̢̛̛̛̛̛̰͉̼͇͕̥͈͎̖̮͎̥̜̯̟̱̣̺̭͍̗̬̦̝̭͖̰͓̗̗͈̺̮͖̖̙͎͎̼̗͎̤͉͓̥̙̱̗̣̯̥̯̣̰̠̟͖͕̺̎̐͐ͦ́̀̃̀̂̎ͦ̓́͂̂̀͛ͩ̒ͩ̏̓̈̌ͨ͒ͯͯ̐͊̐̌̆̄ͨ̈́͑̾ͦ̂̌̿͑͆ͮ̓̀ͯ͋̓ͬ̾̎̉̉ͫ̅̌͐̊̔̔͂̒̓ͣ̔͛̚̕̕̕͢͜͢͝͞͡͝͠͝͠ͅ_̸̶̧̢͍̦̖̫̩͔̖͍̹̠͎̹̯̭͍͔͙̰̮͖͔̳̘̹̥̺̭̜̭͙̩̦̗̙̼̖̺̖͔̯̳̑̀̄̄ͣ͗ͨ͂̎ͣ͂̊̀͆̄̋̃ͧ̉̅ͫ̊ͣ̀̎̑͑ͭͤ̄̄̂ͪ̆̊͆ͧ̿͘͘͘̚͢͢͜͜͠͝͡͝ͅ_̶̷̸̴̵̵̴̸̡̧̨̨̡̨̧̛̛̛̛͓̰͙̺͙̥̜̲̤̖̞͉̳̥̳̻̝̝̙͕̲͉̫̱̰̬̙̮͉̠̬͙̼̼̪̱̞͕̮̠̘̻̯̤̦̖̲̱͍͓̝͙̙̼͖͖̯͍̯̻̩͙̰̲̭̤͔̘̤͉͎̙̜͔͙̙ͩ͆̍͑͋ͦ̑̋͑̊̍͗͋͒͛̍͆́ͤ̔ͤ̀͒̒̀̊̈ͩ͋ͭͨ̎̾͗́͆̉̀͐ͧͫ͆ͮ̌͂͋͛͋ͬ̾̉ͫ̓̒̋ͪ̂̋̉ͨ͐͗̎͋ͩ͂̐̔ͬ̓ͯ̓͒̀̑̃̈́ͬ͊̚͘̚͟͢͟͟͜͠͡͡͝͝͡_̢̻͚̟̘̻̮̑ͩͬ̽ͥ̂͆ͫ͘_̶̶̷̵̴̴̷̵̸̷̧̨̢̺̯̩̬͖̪̪̘̥͇̬̩̞̹̳̪͙̱̞̩̩̭͇̺̻̯̖̳̻̪͍͍̬̞̠͎͚͍̬̭͈̥ͯ̑͑̀̈͊̓͛̌̆ͪ̏͐͛̑̑̎ͧ́ͥ̐̍ͮ̈ͪ̎̽͗̄̿ͨ̂̏̀̄͆̅̏ͥͣ̄ͤ͑̊ͬ͊ͪ̚̚̕͘͢͢͟͠͠͝͝ͅͅͅ_̷̢̢̗̜̖̪̥̣̙̖̲̯̩̦͇̠̩̲̱͕̬̭͓̼̙̺͉͓̦̯̉̉́͆͒ͯͨͣ͒̓ͧ́ͤ̑ͮ̄̂ͤ̎̾ͯ͒́ͭ̈́̽͘͘͘͘͢͟͟͠ͅ_̴̷̨̧̢̡͍̥͍͇͕̥͙̯͉͍̖͓̤̦̟̮̔ͣ̅͌͋͗̄ͣ͐ͯ̅͋̍͌ͭ̋̓ͩ́ͨ͛ͨͦ͢͡ͅͅę̴̸̢̧̧͍̟̦̙̯̦̥̼̲͉͙̗̥̻̘͎̫̮̜͇̹͍̀̾ͥ͐͒͒̄̎́͛ͨ̉̆̽̊͆̽̾͂̊ͦ̉͐̂͢͢͝ ư̵̵̶̵̸̸̶̵̸̷̷̵̵̡̧̧̨̨̢̧̡̧̧̢͚̦̺̰̯͎̼̻͕̹̰̹͕̳̫̰̟̟̺̝̺͇̺̟͎͍̣̥̤̠̘̠̲̞̲̳̙͕͙͚͚̻̞͔̞͕̦̤̲̤̮̲̳͎̺̖̲̜͉̙̯̙̪͖̹̰͔̣̯̬͇͖̟̲͈̹͓̖̰̳͓̱̘̟̖̫͔̲̞͚̯̖͍̪̆̑̑͑̏͋̐͌̎̉̿́̓͌̾͛̽͋̊̽̃͋ͭ̀ͭ̽̏̀̽̌ͬ́̀ͬ͌̋̏ͤ͗̊̏ͮ̃ͬ͗̄̈́ͤͯ̄̉̃̈̂͗̓ͭ͒̾͆̀̑̈́̓̀̾ͭ̾ͣ̿̉̈́̀ͧͮ̑͌͒̀̒ͥ͐̾́̀̍͆́̈̓́̑͗̋͒ͩ̆̾ͫ̂ͭ̍̆̅̅̍ͦͮ̀ͭ͑͊ͣ̓͛͋̋̉͆͊͘̚̕̚̕̕͘͘̚̕͜͟͟͟͠͞͡͞͡͞͞ͅͅ_̷̶̨̢̢̧̘͔̫̠̖̩̱̦̮̞̮̮̯̟̯̠͍̠̤͓̗̞̲͒̇̀̐̅͂̀̽͂̅͋͒̇̀̒̇̆̽̏͛̀ͦ͘̕͜͞͡͠͡_̡ͬ͂_̶̶̴̶̸̷̶̶̷̷̶̶̸̵̶̴̨̧̡̡̡̢̡̢̛̛̛̣͕̠͙̤̗͖̣̬͇̖̺͓̥͈͖̰͍̩̗̩̬͉̞̫̙͚͈̜̟̦̻̝̗͙̣̞̹̘̪̠̼͕̟̰̗̣͈͇̲͈͙̻̫̘̞̪̩͈̼̥͇̲̙̼̗̥͙̙͎̩̹̥͓̬̹̻͇͕͉͇͍͇̦̘̯̻̲̗͎̫̰̫͎̖̮͔̝̜̠̜̻̬͍̬̪͈̭̪̼͚̆͐̓ͪ̊̇ͨ̎̋̀͗̂͛͊́͗̓ͧ̈́̃ͯͥͩ́͛̄ͧ̾̈̉ͯ͌ͧ̔͊̌̀̉̃̃͆ͪ̂͊͆̋̂ͪͧ̊̆̑ͭ̀́ͣͬ̿ͫͥͫ̊ͣ̂̔̀ͤ͆̎͆̀́̒ͨ̈́̿̓͐̌̂͆̀ͭ͊́̾̒̏̈́͛͂͌͋̓̆ͦ̈ͪͫ̽͌̅͆ͯͯ͗̂̌̾ͭ̆͋͐ͬͮ̎̔ͤ̑̏̅͆̉͋̀̇͋̚̚͘̚̚̕̚̕̕͘͘͜͟͜͢͠͝͠͠͝_̪̰͚̖̻͊ͤ̍̒ͩ͟_͖̹̙̩͎̲͎̃̾̈́̀̂͐ͅ_̨̤̺͋ͩp̸̶̸̶̴̧̧̲͇̱̣͎̩̠̤̝̣͔̪͇̩̬̖͈̥̬͔̹͓̘̦̭̥͈͚͉̥̦̺̝̟̫̪̠̲̪ͬ̇̈́͂̓̂͛ͬ͑͋͂͗̿̒ͣ͂ͧͫͩ̀̑̄̑̓̄ͦͤ̔͆̾̀ͤ͐́̊̆̌̅̈́ͬͫ̉ͭ̒ͩ͐̂́̽ͮ́̌ͭ̕̚͘͠͞͞͡͞_̵̷̴̧̪͉̪̙̭̮͚̲͉̱̥̹̹͍̊̿ͨͤ̆̍̄̀̆̔ͭ̐̎͌̑ͩ̓͊́̅͆͒̉ͩͣ͊̽͘̕͟͜_̴̸̷̴̴̷̶̸̶̸̷̷̸̷̴̶̷̴̶̡̧̡̨̢̢̨̢̧̡̡̢̡̛̛͈͉̱͎̼̟͖͙͔͕̫̫͚̱̬̪͓̪̦̥̗̹̼͕̘̹̼̼̠̫͔̟̹̲̺̹͚̣̞̤̻̟̝̮͕̺̮̱̳̮̖̦͚̭̥̣̣̖̻̱͉͇̯̞̺̲̥̳͍̜̩̪̩͉̗̲̲̜ͨ̂͛̇ͣ͊ͥ̐̽̐͆̈ͨ̅͌̐̈̏͆̿̾̎͌̀̋̔̔͆͒́̀́̐ͯ̽̑̔͆͑̑̉͛̿ͯ͒͒͊̽ͤ͊͗̒͛̒̈ͮ̀͑͒ͯͭ́̓̉ͥͭ̾̎̂̓̈́͛̓̇̿ͧͯ̄̇̈́͐̓̌̈́̇̐̇̌̅̐̓ͦ̋̒ͯ̈ͪ̃ͬͯ͂̃̊̐ͥ̔̇̒̕̕̚̕͘͘̕͢͜͢͢͟͟͝͡͝͞͡͝͝͡_̷̵̢̪̝̙̥̯̺̰̗̬̟͖̬̬̱̘͔ͪ̍͊͌́̓̓ͧ͋̀̑͊͒͛ͩ̿ͯ̈̈́̏̅̏̓́̎́͜͢͝_̸̵̷̸̴̢̛͚̱̭̣͇̯̖̤̲͈̖̻̰͔̗̟̪̥̤̤̩͙̘̞̳̯̦̺̲̝͖̪͙͇̖͉̖̰̫̳̣̹̬̺͇̯̥̬̼́ͥ̆̊͊̃͛̉̅͂̌̄ͫ̽̈́͋̓̓ͯ̌̀̿ͧͧ̌͌ͯ͛ͪ̔͛̈́̊̽̉͌̿̌ͤ̄ͯͧ̌ͤ̎́́̊̓ͥ͗͂̾ͫ̊͒̀̃̓̈́͊̕̚͢͟͢͠͠͞͠͞͡͞͠ͅͅ_̴̴̷̶̸̸̴̸̷̸̸̡̡̡̡̢̢̨͍̩̼̜̣͙͚͙͈̰̫͕͍̖̥̞͚̘̼̭̖̜͚̩͖͔̝͓̣͉̻͔̳̬̼̜̝͔̫̙͈̝̣̳̱͇̻̭̱̤̗̻̦̦͎̭̖͕̹͕͕̠ͭ̉̉̀͑̆̽̽̈́ͪ̈́ͩ͛̉ͥ̈̀̃̂̄̔̂́ͮͪ̏͊ͮͫͦ̓̐ͮ̃ͣ̑̓ͤ̐̈́ͬ̒̄͑ͤͦ̌͑̾̀̾ͭ͗̑ͥ̀̌ͯ͒̄͋͋͌̓ͭ́̾ͮ̏̈̽ͣ͋̉͑̃̊̅ͪ̂͛̐̃́̍ͨ̕͘̚̚͘͟͟͟͟͟͟͢͜͝͠͠͡͡͡ͅͅ_̵̵̷̶̥͙͚̪̙͔̪͇̯̗̣̳͇̲̪̠̏͋ͤ͒̀͆́ͭ͐̄́̀͗ͯ̿ͮ̂ͣ̈́́͋̒́̋͑͘͢͡ͅ_̶̶̶̷̢̨̡̧̛̛̗̠̲̪̪̼͖͙̞̩̥̭̰̙ͧ̇̀͒ͫͧ̅̅́̿ͤ̏͗̈̐̐̇̕͞͝͞͡
The two linked arms and left the office walking down to the streets outside the headquarters.
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Once outside the pair of lovers boarded a carriage bound for the first location on the list of properties Erwin had made.
Each house they viewed was different. Large tall town houses, small quaint cottages. Some out in the sticks and some right on the bustling streets of the towns and cities. But none of them felt quite right.
The final house was like something out of a fairytale. Its main features of beauty being the thatched roof which overhung the front porch as well as the garden out front which boasted flower beds galore and a large tree laden with lucious green leaves and sturdy branches.
"Just picture it. We could plant what ever we wanted here. A flower for every letter of the alphabet and every colour under the sun if we wanted." Y/n appeared in pure bliss. "Erwin? Do you think that branch there would be strong enough to hang a swing? I think our future kids would love that." She beamed turning to Erwin before her face flushed red. "Oh. If umm if thats something you want of course. I realise we havent really discussed it properly or anything."
"I think its strong enough." Erwin smiled broadly scooping y/n up in his arms kissing her lovingly. "I could wish for nothing more than to have a family with you. We wouldn't even need to invent stories to tell them at bed time. Our lifetimes have enough stories to last for many nights."
"Then as lovely as the rest of the houses were. I think this one will be perfect for our family to thrive in. Dont you?" Y/n replied also smiling ear to ear.
"I was hoping you'd say that" Erwin placed y/n back on her feet. "The current owner happens to be an aquaintance of mine. I shall let them know immediatley that we'd love to take it. Who knows if we might even be able to move in within the week."
"I cant wait!" Y/n exclaimed spinning in a circle her arms outstretched. The bright warm sun glowing on her skin.
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Commander, Soldier, Spy (Erwin X Reader)
Romance(#1- Erwin (1st Dec 2021!) When forced to choose between new found love or life long duty, how can you be sure the one you choose is right? Erwin Smith is the commander of the survey corps and the many losses in his life have made him fearful of lov...
