Erwin Smith x Reader Oneshots

💙Mafia Gentleman Pt. 1💙

the picture is fcking HOT...

theres a gta 5 campaign character in here ;) 

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[Y/N's PoV]

"Hey (L/N)!" I heard my boyfriend's annoying voice call to me from his office. I sighed, stood up and checked the black watch on my wrist. Only two more hours, then I'd get to leave the FBI building and go home to watch Outlander. I really needed to catch up on it, mostly because I was so behind, and season 4 was coming out soon.

"What is it this time Steve?" I grumbled as I leaned against the doorway of his office. He shot his eyes up at me and sarcastically smiled.

"Sweetheart, when we're at work, it's Agent Haines to you." He said in a quiet voice. I furrowed my eyebrows, but stayed silent. It wasn't something to get worked up over.

"Can you just tell me what it is?" I was starting to get a bit impatient as I heavily sighed again. 

"You shouldn't get fired up like that, especially with that weak heart of yours." Steve replied with his index finger pointed at me. I only rolled my eyes in response. I hated when he constantly tried to control my behavior by blaming it on my weakened heart. I have this condition where my heart doesn't pump as strongly as it's supposed to. So when I get flustered or exercise for extended periods of time and my heart rate increases, I usually faint and stay unconscious for about 4 hours. It's weird, I know.

"Let me guess, more paperwork, right?" I questioned in an irritated tone. 

"No, do you want to interrogate the mafia leader we brought in?" He answered in a fake-sweet manner. My eyes lit up in excitement. I'd never led an interrogation before, so this would be a first. I nodded and walked up to Steve's desk.

"Good, here's the file." He slid me a Manella folder from across the desk, so I grabbed it and walked towards the questioning room. As I approached the door, one of the janitors stopped me. I turned to see Kenny's smug face looking at me.

"Uh, hi Kenny." I greeted him awkwardly. He always wore this black top hat looking thing that made him look like a criminal.

"Heya (Y/N). Have fun in there. I heard that one's smart as hell." He warned me with a goofy grin. I nodded and waved him off with a cumbersome smile. (cumbersome by seven mary three is a really good song...ok ignore me ;-;)

"Okay, so...Mr. Smith, I'm Agent (L/N), and I-" I greeted whoever was in the room as I opened the door and strolled in to the tiny room. However, I cut my sentence short when I saw the tall man sitting at the table. He had a very tall gentleman-like stature, with neatly combed blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. I had to admit, this is not at all what I expected a mafia boss to look like. When he heard me walk in, he moved his gaze to meet my awe-struck one. After a moment of looking at just his eyes, he raised his entire face and gently smiled at me.

"Good evening Agent (L/N). I assume you've come to question me?" His smooth, deep voice echoed slightly around the room. I unintentionally blushed and smiled as I shut the door and sat down across from him.

"Yes I have. You don't have a lawyer present? Sort of a dumb move Mr. Smith." I asked as I set the file down in front of me. He only grunted and rearranged his sitting position, so his legs were crossed under the table. He neatly folded his cuffed hands on the table.

"I have no need for a lawyer. They only get in the way. And please, call me Erwin." 

"W-Well, yes, lawyers are pretty annoying to have in the room, especially on a case like yours."

"What's my case like?" My breath hitched as I flipped the file open and read the witnesses and evidence section. There was...nothing. No evidence, no witnesses, nothing at all. So...by law...there was nothing and no one to determine if he was guilty for murdering the leader of the Russian mafia.

"Why's there no evidence or witnesses?" I asked with a shaky breath. His eyes softened at my nervousness.

"I haven't the slightest idea ma'am." I narrowed my eyes and silently chuckled. Ma'am makes me feel old.

[Thirty minutes later...]

"What?!" I carelessly raised my voice at Steve.

"You heard me! You're fired!" He screamed in reply, but soon calmed himself down. My guess: he was going to say something about my heart condition. "Look, I thought this would work out, but I guess not." 

"I-"

"No don't say anything, just get the hell out of my office!" I could barely believe my ears, but said nothing as I gave him a death glare and walked out. I grabbed my FBI windbreaker along the way and stormed into the elevator. My eyes burned with tears, but I held them in. 

As I walked down the sidewalk, I decided I needed to just let out all these pent up emotions. Quickly as I could, I spotted an alleyway and slowly jogged over to it. The darkness consumed me as I slid down the brick wall and let the tears pour out of my eyes. 

"Fuck you." I muttered to myself under my breath. "That little shithead..." I stumbled up and balled my fists. I was a mix of every emotion all at once, but mostly I was infuriated. I almost screamed as I restlessly swung my fist at the wall. I felt a bone in my hand crack, but ignored it as I looked at the blood on my knuckles. My hand now trembled with pain, but I ignored it as I felt my heart flutter.

I moved two fingers up to the side of my neck and felt my racing pulse.

Then I felt my legs give it out from underneath me.

My ears were ringing and my vision went black as I tumbled to the ground.

"Oh goodness." I only heard a mutter before I was completely out.

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part 2 coming soon to a theater near you :D