Wings : Attack on Titan x Reader Scenarios / Imagines ▼

[And So It Begins :: Erwin]

(F I V E  Y E A R S  B E F O R E)

As a high-ranking Garrison member, you frequently accompanied Commander Pixis on his long walks atop the walls, following behind him at a cautious pace and making sure he didn't let his alcohol get in the way of him doing his job. Sometimes you felt like the roles were reversed - he was your superior, but he didn't quite act like it. You liked him as a boss either way.

You'd been told that today Commander Pixis be having a meeting with the Commander of the Survey Corps. While this was typical, the thing that surprised you was that the head of the Garrison had told you to come along. A bit flustered, you had agreed either way (although you weren't really able to make a choice), and were now walking with your superior to meet Commander Erwin.

It was strange; how far you'd gotten in your job without formally having a conversation with the head of the Survey Corps. You hadn't ever heard him speak before. Maybe you'd seen him somewhere, but you really didn't remember, and it bothered you. New people were usually seen more as a threat than anything else to you.

You followed behind Commander Pixis in a conversation about a bit of casual reports of activities regarding the walls, which he nodded and responded to, as you neared one of the many official military buildings. Upon entering, your gaze was greeted by a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes and...damn. Those eyebrows.

"Good afternoon, Commander Pixis." The man paused as he looked at you. "I see you've brought your subordinate with you. [y/n] [l/n], correct?"

If you'd said you were paying perfect attention to him, you'd have been lying. "Er - yes, and you must be Commander Eyebr-" you froze up, eyes growing wide as the moon, before quickly yelling, "-Erwin! Commander Erwin Smith. It's nice to - uh, nice to meet you." You held out your hand and bit your bottom lip.

He accepted the handshake, but raised one of his erwins in suspicion. Wait. Eyebrows! Jeez, [y/n], what the hell is wrong with you?!

The Commander of the Garrison was allowed entry into the conference room first. You followed behind, cheeks glowing vibrant red, praying that Pixis was too drunk to notice and Erwin wasn't going to say anything about it. He held the door for you as you followed.

Well, you were positive this meeting was going to be an interesting one, if nothing else.