Attack on Titan: ErwinxReader and LevixReader

Erwin x Reader l LEMON

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Stupid titans and stupid walls and stupid titan shifters. All of them would pay for what they did to your significant other; otherwise known as Commander Erwin Smith. You and him had made it official nearly a year ago, when Eren and the newer cadets had joined and turned humanity upside down and sideways. You weren't angry at Eren or anyone in general, you were just angry that titans even had the audacity to exist. This was definitely not in your character, you were normally shy and quiet and never spoke against things unless they were incredibly wrong. You'd never actually been angry to the point that you would pace around a room and want to scream or hit something until your knuckles were bloody. But something that you did that was in character was that you held your anger back and you continued to allow yourself to cool down, enough to at least hold a decent conversation with someone to the point where you didn't explode on them. Another thing that you did that was in character of yourself was that you sat, and when you finally let go of your anger, you cried. Your tears and sobbing were unheard from the Greek god lying in the bed across from the chair you sat in; otherwise known as Erwin. He was heavily medicated and had been out cold for 11 hours since the last cadet had made it inside the walls. In that time, you had shed multiple tears at least six separate times and refused all food, company and rest throughout his slumber. You allowed nurses and doctors into the room to be sure everything was going well, but even when Levi came knocking at the door, you refused to open it for him. Whenever a nurse arrived they would bring you food and water and try to convince you to rest for a moment, offering to bring in a mobile hospital bed so that you could sleep. You refused all requests and begged the doctor to allow you to at least sleep in the same bed as Erwin; since the day you two had gotten together, you never slept alone.

Now it had been 26 hours since you last saw Erwin conscious and you finally broke down, allowing Hanji to come into the room and comfort you for quite a time. She made you promise to eat whatever she brought you and you obliged in a tearful manner. You only agreed to her demands because she said something along the lines of 'Erwin wouldn't want to see you like this'.

Hanji returned very quickly, carrying water and balancing a loaf of bread and large slices of ham on a wooden platter. You tried to ask where she had gotten the meat, or at least convince her to tell you who she had murdered for such a thing, but she refused to tell, shaking her head at you. You stared mournfully at the food, despite being incredibly hungry, you had no desire to eat.

"You promised." Hanji urged, gesturing to the food she held out to you. You gave her a sad look but took the plate nonetheless. You ate in silence, watching Erwin breathe rhythmically as a single tear strode down your right cheek. You had hardly noticed, but Hanji had turned your chair and began to comb through your hair with a hairbrush. It was quite relaxing and the position you sat in was now more comfortable: you no longer had to turn your head to view your resting lover. By the time that you finished your food, Hanji had combed your luscious locks and managed to pull your hair into a loose French braid.

You had to admit, you felt much better after your hair was out of your face and you had food in your stomach for the first time in awhile. You could feel your energy returning and you limbs came to life, your brain waking up even though it was midafternoon.

Erwin awoke a few hours after your resuscitation from Hanji, and you immediately rushed to his side. You answered his questions and made sure to only sit on his left side; Erwin complained of feeling what the nurses called 'ghost pain'. Your only concern was the fact that he was healthy, he was alright and he didn't die from blood loss. Although you'd fallen in love with a man that had two strong arms and you certainly would miss his right arm, you weren't complaining. You had fallen in love with his mind, his physique was just a plus on your part.