Nightmares {Erwin Smith x Reader}

Recollection/Awakening

        Your eyes fluttered open, your thick lashes obstructing your view of the gorgeous man that lay in your arms. It had been a while since you had seen the stoic commander like this; his hair in disarray, his chest rising and falling with subtle grace, and his immaculate features washed with serenity.

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                                                                           Flashback

        You had heard the rumors that swirled around the barracks about how Erwin had taken a vow of celibacy; your interest, however, was already piqued. You were already alone so what did you have to lose? The worst he could do was turn you down.

        You had fully prepared for the worst case scenario as you strode into his office. The taunting words of your comrades filled your ears: "He'd never like a girl like you!" and "Even if he wasn't celibate he could totally do better than you!" You were persistent, however. You were not about to let a couple of hook-nosed wenches stop you from having the man of your dreams!

"Oh, {y/n}. What can I do for you?" You could remember his the tone of his voice clearly; it was calm and soft, obviously not aware of the storm brewing inside of you.

"We need to talk." You spat, your words a little harsher than what you expected. A stray hair fell into your eyes.

"I um.. Okay." His eyebrows furrowed, his tone slightly distressed. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

You closed the door before you spoke, your hands trembling ever so slightly. "I think.." Your mind drew a blank. "N-No. I know that I.." You could feel a blush painting itself over your cheeks.

Erwin leaned forward in his chair. His elbows were planted firmly on the wooden desk before him, his eyes set on you. "You know what?" He asked, his voice calm.

        Passion swelled in your throat. "I'm in love with you!" You cried, clutching your chest. "I know you've taken a vow of celibacy but I-I couldn't live another day knowing that I might die without telling you how much you mean to me!" Before you knew it hot tears were spilling over your cheeks and, before long, you were sobbing. Your shoulders trembled with the force of every sob, your knuckles white as they clenched the hem of your shirt.

        A cold hand touched your chin. "{y/n}.." He began, his eyes kind and loving.

        "I'm sorry sir!" Your words were barely intelligible.

        He looked slightly taken aback. "Sorry? For what?" His head was cocked to the side, his brow furrowed.

        "F-For bursting in here and confessing my love in such an innappro-" You were cut off by his soft lips against your tear-stained ones. His strong arms found their way to your waist and pulled you into his broad chest as his lips departed from yours.

        "Shhhh." He placed a finger over your lips. "It was, in no way, inappropriate." His voice was a soothing whisper.

        You looked up at him, shame playing on your pretty features. "But still I-"

        He cut you off again by placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "I.." He chewed his lip nervously. "I have feelings for you as well, {y/n}."

        You couldn't believe your ears. Was this some kind of sick prank? Was he toying with your emotions? Had you died and gone to Heaven? "R-Really?" Your voice was a weak whisper.