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Kiss to forget | Erwin x Reader | AU

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He walks down the long sidewalk, passing houses one after another in the familiar neighborhood. It's quiet. Well, not exactly quiet. There's life everywhere around him. Families spending time in the nice summer weather, children laughing and screaming, dogs barking behind fences, and every now and then a car would drive by and he could hear the muffled beat of the music through the closed windows. He is surrounded by noises, but it's different from what he's used to live around for so long. It's like he's now deaf to all these normal noises, which used to even annoy him sometimes in early mornings.

Couple of kids are racing down the sidewalk on their bikes. They see him, and their silly little competition is suddenly over. They stop by the side of the road, glancing at him with their big eyes and whispering to each other. The younger boy looks at the man again, darting his gaze around the details of his uniform with great interest. The boy gets enough courage to raise his hand to give him a wave, and now they both remain still, being exited to see if the soldier responds.

At first, the tall man seems to ignore them both, by keeping his eyes forward, but when he's about to walk past them, the man smiles. He lifts his hand up to his forehead, gesturing a salute for the youngsters. The boys are smiling brightly and squeezing their small hands tighter around the bike handles, as they're trying to keep their excitement restrained. Their adoring eyes keep following the man, even if he had already moved past them. Their great moment was over, but the man's highlight of the day was still ahead of him. His blue eyes are back facing forward, focusing on this one particular house he sees ahead of him.

He's been walking on this street countless times before, but somehow all of this feels strange now. All the peaceful life that he sees around him just feels absurd, after all this time he's been on the other side of the world and witnessed the life as it is in the very opposite way. He adjusts the strap of the heavy bag he carries against his shoulder, changing the weight on a different spot.

He sees the next door neighbor cutting the lawn. The roar of the lawnmower reminds him about the sound of the transport vehicles, in which he had traveled so many times during the past year. His mind creates visions of these random hectic days, flashing before his eyes, creating an illusion like he was really there again.

The smell of the freshly cut grass fills his senses, reminding him that he's not there anymore, helping his mind return back to the present. The neighbor sees him, and he raises his hand to greet the familiar man after so long time. Having a forced smile on his face, the blonde man acknowledges his neighbor with a simple nod, before his attention moves back to the house on the other side of the white fence between the yards.

He steps on the flagstone path, which he had once build on this yard with his own hands. His gaze wanders to his car in front of the garage. He looks at his poor baby being all dirty, which is something that he wouldn't usually allow to happen. He takes his eyes off the car, thinking about washing it later, perhaps even giving it a nice wax treatment to make the painting shine even more. The idea makes him smile. How he is able to think something normal like this, and how much he had missed it. He arrives to the porch, rising up the couple of stairs which lead him to the door of his house.

He stands before the door. After all these things he had been through, all those things that he'd done without hesitation, without fear, he suddenly feels nervous about stepping into his own home. Everything feels so strange after being away for so long. He blinks the thoughts out of his head. He reaches his hand to ring the doorbell, touching the surface of the button, but he simply can't press it. He looks at the door handle, deciding to try his luck with it. He carefully moves the handle, realizing that the door isn't locked. He slowly steps inside, being careful to not make any noise. The house looks exactly how he remembered it, nothing had changed. It felt almost nostalgic.

"Son of a bitch!"


He hears the harsh words coming from the delicate lips of his beloved, causing him to chuckle quietly to himself. How may times had he dreamt of hearing her voice during the long nights without sleep, he had lost count a long time ago. He carefully lowers the heavy bag on the floor, making his way towards the source of the noise, feeling strangely anxious. He reaches over a corner, seeing the kitchen opening before him. There he sees her, (Name), the love of his life, facing her back towards him and struggling with the food processor. He wants to speak, but he reasons that it's best to remains quiet. He doesn't want to scare her, not now, when she's having her hands all over a machine that could cause her a serious injury if something goes wrong.

"Come on, work with me you piece of crap..." she mutters to the machine in front of her.

He takes a look around the kitchen, which is resembling something similar to describe as complete chaos. There's several plates, scoops and dirty cups all over the counters, with chopped ingredients and food stains covering the remaining space of the surfaces. She's doing something big, according to all the stuff around her, and it looks like she's not doing so well. This doesn't surprise him. She's terrible in kitchen, and it's a positive surprise that she hasn't burned down the house while he was gone. Even though he knows that cooking isn't her best skills, he has to give her credit for trying.


His gaze wanders back to her, taking a moment to rest his eyes on her figure, which was another thing that he had been thinking about during the dark and restless nights. He watches how she pushes the blade part back in its place with rough motions, fills it up with chopped vegetables and closes the lid.

"Alright, if you don't start working now, I swear I'll smash you into atoms." she giver her final warning to the lifeless machine, before she pushes the button.

It starts, doing its job flawlessly. She places her hands on her hips, letting out a smug hum for her success. The man shakes his head in amuse. (Name) lets the machine do its job, turning it off after a short moment.

"Hm, that's better. Now, what do I need now..." she speaks to herself, while she looks at the recipe.

She turns around, planning to fetch the needed ingredient from the fridge, only to experience the surprise of her life. She sees a man leaning his shoulder against the wall and she literally jumped in the air with a squeaking gasp. She backed away, until her escape was blocked by the counter behind her. Her wide eyes are locked to this person, as her mind is trying to process what she sees.

"Erwin?" she then whispers, while her hand is resting against her harshly beating heart.

"(Name)." Erwin can only smile at her reaction.


"Wha-- What are you doing here? I thought you weren't going to be here for another three hours?" she suddenly realizes the terrible mess around her, and what kind of a mess she was herself.

Her hair was on a loose bun and her comfortable I-only-wear-these-at-home clothes were dirty from all the struggles of her cooking. She had planned to be a bit more pretty looking for her dear, but now she had to deal with presenting herself in the worst possible way.

"I got a chance to arrive a bit earlier and I took it. I wanted to surprise you." Erwin's smirk grew even wider because of the look on (Name)'s face. "I think I succeeded in that."

"You sure did." she muttered towards the floor, while her hands were trying to tap the front of her shirt clean. "You weren't suppose to see all of... this."

They've both waited this day, counting down moths, weeks and days for this very moment. Erwin looked at her, and the smirk slowly turned into sympathetic smile.

He felt sorry for ruining her plans to surprise him with her cooking, and that she couldn't have the chance to prepare herself, spending all the time to transform her very being into something absolutely divine, which could've turned him into a hot mess in a blink of an eye.

But the truth is.

He didn't see the messy hair, lack of makeup, or the stains in her clothes. The only thing he payed attention, was the fact that she was now there, right in front of his yes, for real.

"I missed you." Erwin breaks the silence with his quiet words.

And then he saw it. The look on her face when she lifted her head, the bright smile which he had waited for so long to see again. Finally, she finds her strength to move. One step at a time, her face goes through a short ride of all the emotions she'd felt during his absence. Every day she had feared that her phone would ring and they would tell her that Erwin was injured, or he was dead. Every single day, trying to stay strong, hoping the best. She had feared, she had hoped, waited, longed.

With a shattered inhale, she now rushes the remaining distance close, diving into her beloved embrace. Hot tears of relief escaped from her eyes, once she felt the familiar arms squeezing her tightly. She wrapped her own arms around Erwin, feeling almost frustrated for not being able sink even deeper against him than it was physically possible. (Name) lifts her head, meeting the cerulean eyes looking deeply into hers, as if he was trying to reach into her soul, seeking forgiveness for all those things he'd done.

"It's alright." (Name) whispers, cupping her hands gently on his face.

Her arms slither around his neck, as the long lasting nightmare was now finally over, forgotten in the
solace of the loving and intimate kiss.
So, this has been in my stash for eternity and I finally finished it. A little cheesy Erwin story with feels and stuff.
*slaps it in your face* Enjoy.

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WindMeister8's avatar
oh kyaa~ that was sweet~ :heart:
yes that's what i tell my computer when it refuses to work with me. it's like "u had better work or else i'll kill u and smash u into millions of pieces" even though technically i'm the one who wrote the program.. so i should be killing ..err..me. XD

loved the description in this oneshot! now u make me wanna post my equivalent soldier!levi returning home oneshot which is in my stash. ;P but i guess i'll post the sad oneshot that i have instead. :D