Attack on Titan One Shots

Just a Name (Erwin x Reader)

[EDITED: July 19, 2019]

TRIGGER WARNING:

Contains RAPE and VIOLENCE, so please read with caution.

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Name

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noun

1. a word or set of words by which a person, animal, place, or thing is known, addressed, or referred to.

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(Y/N) was beautiful, intelligent, and brave; Every single trait leaving Erwin breathless. Unfortunately, she had no idea she allured him⁠— an angel wrapped in Devil's silk. Her obliviousness truly would be his cause of death noted by autopsy.   

Love had never been in the cards for him since humanity could never come second. He tried so hard to keep his eyes on the prize, but one conversation wrapped him in her wit. She kept him on his toes with their philosophical discussions and others before thyself nature. He constantly requested her to his office to engage in more pillow talk, and easily found himself falling for her further. She just had to be clueless. 

In private, he insisted on her addressing him as "Erwin", and immediately loved the way it rolled off her tongue. He wished she would do it more often, but it would be inappropriate because they were not in a relationship. The fact that (Y/N) was a cadet probably would raise some heads too, yet that remained the least of his worries. 

He feared that someone already held her heart, and perhaps that was the cause for her obliviousness. Of course, he didn't see her showing affection to anyone within the branch, but paranoia whispered that it could be someone back home. Nevertheless, he refused to let it faze him or disrupt his duties as Commander.

(F/N) Smith... 

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. The two names just blended together perfectly while also ridding her of the maiden name she couldn't run away from. Goosebumps rose along her skin with the recollection of her father. She felt nauseous remembering the horrible things he did to her. Unfortunately, nothing could erase those memories, not even the lovely image of her superior. 

Nightmares of her father plagued her every night. Lately, the same one had been repeating itself, and it was the hardest one to rouse from.  

"(Y/N), where are you?" Her father's voice called. 

"My darling... Where are you hiding?" Her labored breaths easily gave away her position. He slowly crept toward the backside of the sofa and yanked her out by her hair. 

"Found you!" He laughed. Pain tore through her scalp from his force causing her to scream in agony. He tuned out her noises of terror as he dragged her to his playroom. 

"You know I love ⁠playing hide and seek." He grinned wickedly. The carpet started to burn against her body as she thrashed in his hold. The sadism within him lived for it. His laughter continued to echo down the halls until they reached his favorite destination.

"Now that we are here, you know what to do. Or would you like me to help you?" (Y/N) trembled⁠— refusing to utter a word. A frown graced his countenance before replacing itself with a smile once he viewed it as an opportunity to strip her of her garments. 

"You're such a good girl letting Daddy help you." He hooked one arm underneath her knees and the other around her back. Sobs racked her body as he laid her down on the mattress. She lost all drive to escape when his grimy hands lifted her pajama shirt. Her voice grew dry.