Commander, Soldier, Spy (Erwin X Reader)

Chapter 75: Dead & Born & Grown

Over the next few months Erwin and
Y/N continued to settle into daily life together. Time became a blur and Erwin often found himself wondering how time could even pass this fast. It sometimes felt as if time had jumped entirely. To him it felt as if only mere hours or days had passed when, as Y/N often reminded him, it had been almost 4 months since they moved into their home.
Y/N had buried herself with painting and Erwin helped her pick out furniture for the living room, dining room and their bedroom. He tiled the kitchen and varnished side tables and even made a coat rack out of branches cut from the trees at the old Scouts HQ. He often stood looking at these things he had achieved wondering where he had learnt these skills. He certainly hasn't learned them from his father as he was far too young to have remembered such lessons. And yet somehow he didn't remember them being difficult or having to research it in any way. Then again his memory was getting foggy lately. Going into a room and forgetting why he was there or going upstairs and completley forgetting the layout of the house.

Y/N would often get frustrated when Erwin would stumble around at night looking for the bathroom. He could have sworn it was the door directly opposite their room, but somehow that room was now the nursery and it was instead right at the far end of the hall. Of course Y/N would sigh and correct him that, 'The bathroom is where it has always been.' But it felt strange to him.

Y/N read a lot. He would often see her sitting in the armchair in their bedroom reading large books with names he couldn't even read. She never wanted to tell him what she was reading and he wasnt sure why she was being so secretive about it but he let it slide. Things didnt bother him like they used to. They were living a quiet and....somewhat boring life.

And in that sense it felt as if their love life had somewhat become stagnant too. Not that he minded. He was a retired military commander in his late 30's with a metal prosthesis and memory issues. He was more than satisfied to just sleep beside the love of his life at night and leave it there.

"I just....I wish you'd wake up...." Erwin blinked from his daze to the sound of
Y/N's voice. His face was shaded from the afternoon sun by a newspaper which had fallen onto his face when he had dozed off. He moved it away the sunset making the sky a bright orange and red blur.
"Yes, my love?" He turned to speak to Y/N but she was no where to be seen.
"Y/N?" He called out in confusion. He looked around the rocking chair he was sitting on rocking slightly as he sat up. Maybe she went inside? He stood up and pushed open the front door.
"Y/N? Did you call for me?" He called into the house where the smell of dinner hit his nose.

"Hm?" Y/N peeked around the corner from the kitchen "Everything okay?"

"Yes..um..fine. i just dozed off." He responded confused.

"Well dinner is ready now so you might as well come in and eat okay?" She responded smiling before retreating back to the kitchen.

Erwin rubbed his head. He swore he heard her voice....his head throbbed and a wave of nausea hit like a ton of bricks. He walked into the dining room and sat down.
"You hungry? I cooked steak and potatoes." Y/N said cheerily her back to him.

"Actually darling....I..dont feel too good." Erwin responded his hand moving to rub his temple.
"Maybe its the medication..." She almost whispered.

"Medication? But I'm not-" He was cut off

"Did you say something?" Y/N said cheerily setting down the food in front of him. The colours in his vision blurred and when Y/N reached out to touch his arm he flinched back as a sharp scratching pain emitted from where she touched.
"By the walls....I feel...unwell...." He mumbled out before everything in his vision went blindingly white.

"̵̡̫͇͈̜̱̤͌͂̎̒͆̄̈͜Ḓ̷͖̜̝̟̈́̆͐̀̈́̈́̉͠o̸̧̢͎̠͍̗̰̤͍͐̅̌̃͌͂͛͊̇̓͠ ̵̙͈̜͓͙̩͗̉͝ỳ̸̨̟̹̻̐͑̌̒̂̑̕o̴͙̝͖̥̩͊͂͂̒́̐̔͑͝u̴̧̡̱͇͍̩̜͍͎̮̝͂̽̈́̐͊̾̂̎̈́̕͝ ̶̧̧̬̩̖̖̗̯͕͒̊̽̐̿̂͜͝ẗ̴̰̘̪͙̙̽͆̒́̏̌̐̋͜ḫ̸̣͚̝̲͉̍̅̀́̋̆͆͘͜͜͝ͅi̸̫̳̖͙̻͒͌̿̿̌̅͂̏̍̓̽͜n̸̨̨̝͓̺̯̮͌k̵̡̼͓͇̭͈͖̦̗̒̄̔͂̑̒ͅ ̶̬̞̹̂̊́̃͂̉̚̕h̶̛̘̗͇̐̍͒͂e̵͈̥͓̻͔̺̥̣͍͗͊̔̾̂ͅ'̶̫̔l̴̠̘̙̺̈̄̅̈́͒͝ļ̴̢̨̜̠̬͉̬̰̲̈́̄́̀̈ͅ ̵̰̹̮̺̽͌̀̂͌̏͒͆̕̕ẅ̴̤͔́̋̄̉͘ā̶̧̧̟̩̜͙͐͂̕k̸̛̳̬̖̪͖̙̫̥̆̑̉̏̄̓͐͠ḛ̴̡͖͍̯̯̙͖͖͇̌̿̈́͘̚ ̶̟̳̖͌͂̓̇̑͛̀́͝ū̷̲̙͍̼̞͚̀́̄͒̀̌̕̕͘p̷̢̤̌̈́̏̕ ̷̘̻̭̣̒́̎̈͌s̸̘̥̺̟̍͒͆̉̇̇o̶̤͈̻̯͑͜ŏ̸̢̧̺̯͖͈̯͇͇͍́͛͂̏̂͝n̶̡̧̢̗̜̫͙͎̲͝?̸̢͉͍̻̗̳̠̫̄͜"̵̢̗̱̖͖̄͋̄̋̄̑̇̽̏͜͝
̵̼͎̏̏̍̄͝"̸̡̭̮̭̥̫̗̝̃̎̏̀̆̐̈́̾͠͝Ẁ̶̧̼̺͔̬e̷̝̥̟͙̅͛͐̕͜ ̸͕̬̪̋̎͒̄c̸͚̟̤̔á̶͙̠̲̞̝̺̘̖͙̹̭̉̚͠n̴͔̫̗͎̰͖͌̇͆͝'̴̛̛̞͚͇̠̞̪͕̣̲͐̊̇͊̉͌̚ț̸̡̦̺̹̐͗̈̓̓́͌̌̾͘͝ͅ ̴̺̯̣̆̂́͝b̶̧̞͍̙̜̞̙̌̾͆̀́̏̂͜͠ͅḙ̸̡̤̝̱͔̺͆̀͘̕͠͝ ̸̨̰̣̣̽͊̚͝s̵̡͙̦͎̖̾͠ǘ̴̢̢͇͔̭̼͔̰̭̥͆̈́͋͗ͅŕ̴̡̘̥̌̏ͅe̴̡̜̪̝̼͍̼̻̺̭͋.̸̧̭͔̃̀̐ ̸͈͊́̈̓̉͌̀̏͝͝H̸͈̀̈́̑̓͌į̵̱̮̜̞̜̺̠̽̿ś̴̞͓̞͇̺̃̀͘͝ ̴̧͇̤̟̳̅́̊̎̑̒́̀̈́ỉ̸̡̢͇̣̤́̈͋̆͂ņ̸̱̻͖̦͚̝̎̊̇͒̊͐͗͐͐͠͝j̵̢̧̡̝̝̬͂̑͊͒u̸̦̚r̶̡̖̲̬͎̞̹̥͇̻̒͋̽͌̍̄̌͋̏̕̕͜i̷̢̙͐̀͒͒̄̅͠ȩ̸̡̙͉̩̳͈̩̦͖̾͜s̵͈̙̼̤̹͚̱͈͍̯̤̏̚̚ ̴̲̱̥̭̰̞̼̩̣̹̈́͒̆͐̈́̀̓͜ȃ̴̭͚͓̦̇̌̀̽̉̌ŗ̴͙̪̲͔̙̼̟̮̩̜́͒ę̷̲̪͉̬̮̙͒͆̎͛͂̈́̄͛͘͘͝ ̵̼̜̔̀͆͐͆͂͠m̸̧̨̲̬̯̗̞̜̻̭̥̌͛̊̊͊͐̔͒̍̏͠ȏ̸͎̻̈́ș̶̳̜͆̃̓͗̿̾t̶̛̛͓̆̄̉̽̍̒̀l̵̨̨͇̘̈́͊ͅy̸̢͙̭͇̓̃͊ ̸̗͙͙̗͇̳̭͛h̶͖͉͍̿e̵͕͎̅͌̓̑̔̓͛͘a̷̧̧̻͓͔̖͎͋̋͛̂́͒͒͋̈́͌̕ļ̴͇̮̝̣̘̼͍̏͜è̸̡̤̮̩̝͓̞͇̜͌̀͜͠ḑ̵͂̒̏ ̴̯̝̀̆̿̿̌͌̕̚͘n̶̛̤͍̘͉̲̬̭̦̠̗̝̎̀̓͌õ̵̮̪͂͋w̷̨̛͈̠͎̖̬͇͑̐̉͘͝͝ ̷̞̜̞̫̺͙͔͚̲̂̕̕ͅb̴̤͒̆̈́̓̏̚u̴̹͓̮̙̤̺̹̭̜͘͜t̸̢̳͗̇͋̀̌͊̕͠ ̴͕̈́ͅẁ̷̺͖͍͂̈́͑̓̎͠ë̵̤̹̭́̏̌̀͗̈́̔̑͝ ̸̢̟̩̠̠̩̟̦̻͍̽͒̑͘͜n̷̪͇͊e̴̻̠̲̤͂ḛ̷̇̉̏̈́d̸͕̩̺̙̳̄̓̎͗̊̐̈́̋̈̕̕͜ ̵̰̤͉͓̭̔̐̿̿̎̊̆͝t̵̖͓̩̖̜͎̀͗͠ơ̵̯̱̂̈́̉̐͋ ̷̹͔͍̝̦̟̬͇̾̏̏̅̉́͐ŕ̷̨̰̈́̒̈́̌͋̄̒̾̚͝u̴̢̡͈̰͚̼͎̲͑̍̚n̵̠̠̦̙̜̥͔̺̯̍̿̌́̈̎͝͝ ̴̭͕͐̄̀̍m̶̛̟̄̋̍̉̈́̈́̌̚̕o̵̗̙̩͊͑͋r̸̯̽͛̾̎e̷̛̲̓̓̑́̒̊̐̿͛ ̸̧̛̞̖̠͎͍̾͋̀͋̓t̶͎̗̖̹̺̮̠̲̗̺̊́ͅȩ̴͈̥̰̤͎̥͓̎̈́͛͂̾̕͠s̶̪͕͖̺̫̑̑̋̀͊̎͊̉̌̑̄ͅͅt̵̙̰̞͔͇̻̣̙̂s̶̙͎̍ ̵̤̺̥͖̯͓̣̻̟͎̂̌́̉̈́̃͝ͅb̵̛̜̦̜͓͆̋̾̐̔̑̿e̸̗͇̤̱̪̩̺̒͒̓̉̕͜͜f̶̢̟͖͎̼͓̗̗̄͋͒̍̚̕ͅo̸̧͓̳̱̩̗͚͍̖̘̖̎͗̈̀̑̅r̵̝̜͇̭͌ḛ̴̢̧̜̼͕̏̽̍̿̿͒̐ ̴̪̮̗̘͍̠͍̺̄̈́͛̌̀͘ẉ̷̧̌̉̎̀͌̓̇̚e̵͇͔̽̽̾̌͑͗̅̒͘̚ ̷̢̫̻͓̝̯͔͕̈͝w̵̪̉̓̊̀̈͑̑̍į̵̖̰͖̲̈́̑̄̃̅͝l̴̦͖̀̒͌́͐̉̈́̊l̸̢̧̫͓͇͉̠̱̰̬͊͊̽̑͆̔͆͘ ̶̱͚̼̙͙̟͇̓̉̓̇k̷̮̟̿̓͑̋̽̔͝͝n̴̢̯̗̭̦̹̟̹͌̑̀̉͂̃̅͠͝͝ǫ̶̮̰̲͖̙͎͙͈́̂w̶̡͖̤̫͈̯̣͉͔̣̭͆̀̐ ̵̢̪͉͕̳͕̯̠͛̑̈̑͝i̶̠̝̜̠͌̃̚͝͝͝f̸̮̲̖̻̭͙̺̬̹͙̽͆́̇̓͛͂̑͠ͅ ̶͈̺̹̭͔̙͑͂̓́̏́͊̓͌̍h̶̼̩̫̤̪͙̽e̶̗̕ ̷̨̧͍̥͇̭̮̼̭̒͆͒̏͘ͅi̸̹̘̱̤̲͈̘͍̲̤̹̍̈́̏̐̋̿̾͠s̸̯͓̼̟̯͔͙̺̈́̀ ̶̖̯̱͇̰̯͔͓̳̈̈́̊͜ͅw̶̢̨̭͇͕͚̘̃̾͂è̸̫̲̹̭̘͑͊̕l̶͔̝̱͛͂̓̃̂̎̈́̓͗̿l̷͔̘̒͜ ̶̭̙̭̱͂̈́ͅȩ̵̢̣̖̪̼͕̻̲̩̣̏͘n̵̡̢̡͍̺͇̘͔͑͌̓̌͒̌̏̀͝ǫ̶̘̲̻̬̫̠͐̕u̶͙̞͍̬͙͆͐̿ģ̵̨̛̭̞̯̜͓̤͒̎̔͆́͑̉͑̈́͘ȟ̴̥̊̇ ̷̜͍̫̠̼̫̓̿͑̒͝ţ̷̛̫͚̭̝̄͌̎̃͋̽̒̂͘o̸̩̯̱̬̩͎̪͐̈́̒͑͗̌͋̓͒́ ̶̧̺̭̭̹̐̌͛̊̋̕͜s̶̪̬͔͔̾̓̾̑́̌̄̍͝͝ű̶͈̣̭̘̙͎͓̹͔͚̆̊̆́͜͝p̷͓̏̊p̸̳̗̟̈̐͜o̴͈͚͓̰͇͕̤̓̀͜ṛ̴̙̙͍̼̞̱̼̩͕̀́͆̎̏̊̌̑̓͆t̴̨̧͎͈̬̪͈͉͔͉̀̋́̃͠ ̴͓͖̺̰̬͇̩͐h̸̢̨̢̲̲͍̪̳̱̦͒̈́̃̌̅͝į̴̜̦͍͍̫̬͇̳̓̈́̃̓ͅm̵̛͙͐ş̷̥̯̤̹̹̫͖̻̾͆͗͂̂̍͋͛͝e̶̛͎̿̆l̷̮̟̜̈́̋̈̓͂̏̃̄̔͆͘f̴̨͍̤͈̞͚̗̭̞̣̤͂ ̵̢̢̨̱̩͔̾̽̔̀ͅw̷̡̪͎̳̣̤̞̤̦̯̐̂͌̂̐̒̚͘ï̴̟̳̥̃̑͜t̸̨̛̥̥͔̤̠̖͈̃͂͛͒̈́͒̏h̷̞̼̣̪͓͚͙̘͉͊̂̑̾́͘͠ó̴̻͗̋̌̇͒̚ǘ̵̧̲̮̮̠̪̞̻̥͖̂̈́̑̎́͐̍̈́ͅt̵̨̨͔̱͙̲̩̖̜̃̔͐̈͠ ̶̢͙͖͕̠͖͙̻͓̜͇̏̎̏ţ̵͕͖̜̩͍̯̗̒̈́͊̓͑̇̃h̴͉̻̻͊̒̎̀͐͝e̵̘̪̓͂͋̾͐̑̃ ̸̢̧͍͔̜̬̲̥͔̱̂̋͒͂̆̃̆̓̕ͅŗ̷̡͈̟̹̖̤̺͕̈́̈́͌͆̐̕̕͠ͅe̸̲̐̑̎̂̕s̴̗̣̯̋͋̈́̋͒͑̃̇̈́̓̃p̶̭͚̯̩̼̻̖̪̹͋͛̀͜i̷̛͎̮͇̖̘̱̪͖͎̥͔̐̀̄̉́̍͂͘r̵̞͕̙̱̓̂͋͊̆̊̏a̸̝͌̒̋̐͐̑̈́̈́̊́̚t̸̺̰͕͑ǫ̵͇̲̙̞̲̬͓͈̺̏͗̃̃̐́̈̎͛̒̕r̸͓̼̻͖̅̎̀̈́͋.̶̗͋̎͆̊̌̇"̶̨̝͕͖̪̃̓̀ͅ
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