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(Erwin x Reader) This ugly yet beautiful world P2

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Year 848

It’s snowing…

You look up at the sky, colored a light pink and purple from the sunset. Winter can be such a quiet season… You think to yourself, blinking away a snowflake that has settled on your eyelashes. Dancer, your black mare, perks her ears up curiously at the sudden change of weather. You smile involuntarily. “This is quite cozy, don’t you think?” You ask, reaching forward to pet the horses neck. She snorts softly, bobbing her head up and down.

You press your heels into her side, encouraging her into a trot. She obeys immediately. The Survey Corps horses are bred and trained to be very easy to deal with, as well as staying calm in almost any situation and inhabiting an incredible stamina. Dancer is no exception. She has saved your ass more times than you can count. Personally, you think you make one hell of a team, despite only being one for less than a year. Escaping titans together quickly creates quite the bond between horse and rider. In the Survey Corps, losing your horse can cause just as much heartbreak as losing a comrade.

You shudder at the thought of your brave, quirky, brown-eyed partner being crushed by one of those monsters. Even though titans usually ignore the wildlife, only interested in devouring humans, they often kill the horses in an attempt to get to the rider. You find that unbelievably creepy. Why do they just go after us? It’s a proven fact that titans don’t need humans for nourishment. You often wonder what they actually eat. Are they vegetarians? Or do they run on malice alone? You let out a snort. And those facial expressions… They haunt your dreams almost every night.

Why do they always look so happy? Why do they always smile while devouring us? You think, tightening your hands around Dancers reins. At any rate, they clearly deserve to be wiped off the face of this earth… And I really hope I’ll live to see- your train of thought is abruptly cut off when an oddly familiar sound reaches your ears. You make Dancer break off her trot, and squint towards the forest trail in front of you.

Someone is humming. Totally out of tune though. You frown. It can’t be? A figure appears around the corner of the trail, dressed in a deep red cloak. He is walking at quite the leisurely pace, occasionally taking out a small, silver flask and gulping down some of its contents. You pull down your dark green hood and smile at him when he gets close enough.

“Good evening,” you say. He stops and pulls down his own hood, revealing a pair of golden eyes, a bald head and a face full of wrinkles that can only stem from smiling too much. Somehow, you can’t tear your gaze from his bushy, grey mustache. So that’s where all the hair that was supposed to be on his head went, you think to yourself.

“Good evening to you too,” you halt your horse in front of him.
“You coming from the Survey Corps headquarters?” You ask curiously. That’s the only location this forest path leads too. “Indeed. And I guess you’re heading that way,” he says.
“That’s right. I’m taking my horse for a walk,” you explain.
“And quite the magnificent horse it is,” he pats the mare on the neck with a smile.
“Yes. I was very lucky with her. I’ve always wanted a black horse,” you admit.
“I see. Why don’t I follow you back to the Headquarters? It is not far and an old man like me could use the extra exercise,” he says. You blink a couple of times.
“Okay, why not?” You swing yourself off Dancers back, landing beside the old man with a thump.

“Besides, I believe you burn twice as much calories when walking with a pretty lady,” he adds, winking at you. Is the old geezer trying to flirt with me? You think, slightly amused. “Well, if that’s true, I suspect you’ll be very fit when we reach the headquarters,” you answer with a grin. 
“Hah! I suspect I will yes,” he extends a bony hand from under his cloak. “Dot Pixis. And you are Cadet (First name) (Last name) if I’m not mistaken,” he says, his eyes twinkling mischievously. 
“I…” You’re at a loss of words. Dot Pixis? As in Commander Dot Pixis, leader of the southern region? This old geezer? And how the hell does he know your name?

“That’s right… sir,” you reply, extending your own hand. His grip is dry and surprisingly firm. 
“My, my, why the sudden formality? We’re both just humble servants of the King, are we not?” he says, taking out his round flask again. You note that it has a rose carved into its surface. You both begin to walk along the forest trail. “Want a sip?” He asks, offering you the flask. You glance at it suspiciously. “What is it?” You want to know. Pixis chuckles. 
“Only one way to find out,” he says, his golden eyes holding an unspoken challenge.

You’re on old man! You think, grabbing the flask and taking a moderate swig. The contents burn down your throat, making your eyes water. It hurts… You are tempted to spit it out again, but one look at Commander Pixis makes you swallow it all stubbornly, wearing your best poker face. What was that shit? Liquid gunpowder? You think, handing the flask back to the old man. “Not bad,” you say evenly, your voice slightly hoarse. Pixis looks at your stony face a couple of seconds before roaring with laughter. You can’t help but glare at him.

“Hahaha! That stubbornness! Just like your grandfather! Ahahaha! You I like,” he says, stowing away the flask inside his cloak again. “You know my grandfather?” You ask, surprised. 
“Indeed, we graduated from the same training squad and joined the Garrison together. He never told you?” He says, grinning. 
“I know that he was in the Garrison for a long time, but he never told me he knew Commander Dot Pixis,” you say. At least you think so. Wouldn’t you have remembered something that important?

Pixis looks at you with an unreadable expression. “He was a good man, your grandfather. A man who knew his alcohol. Quite the drinker as well. Stopped when your mother and father had you,” he says.
“Yeah… he’s drinking like never before now, though…” you tell him, trying not to sound as bitter as you’re feeling.  
“So I’ve heard…” Silence reigns for a couple of minutes.

“How did you know my name?” You finally manage to ask.
“Because I’ve been watching you,” he informs bluntly, grinning.

Okay… that’s not creepy at all...

“So, I take it you’re some kind of stalker then?” You say, looking at him. Pixis chuckles. 
“It’s like hearing your grandfather. He wasn’t very good at being formal with higher-ranking officers either. He treated everyone the same. You’re way too young for me to stalk my dear. Come back in ten years and we’ll see what happens then,” he says with yet another wink, before taking a swig of his flask.

You guess the rumors about Commander Dot Pixis being quite the eccentric are true.  You push Dancers giant head away as she rubs herself on your back. “Actually, I met with your grandfather a couple of months ago, and he asked me to keep an eye on you. Two eyes actually, when I could spare them,” the old Commander explains. “So I have. He is clearly quite worried about you, though he’s not man enough to admit it,” he continues.  
“That’s not the reason you came to the Headquarters today though, was it?” You inquire, not really wanting to talk about your grandfather anymore. It only makes you realize how much you actually miss him.

“No. It is a confidential matter, but I can tell you that your Commander is quite ruthless when it comes to chess. Apparently, no one taught him how to go easy on an old man,” Pixis sighs. “I wouldn’t mind being beaten if your Commander happened to be a stunning beauty. Sadly, he’s not,” you snort with laughter, trying to imagine a female Erwin. “In addition, he’s stiffer than Wall Rose. I think he could really use a woman to warm his bed from time to time…” You narrow your eyes, ignoring your slightly heated cheeks. Is the old guy insinuating something?  

Commander Pixis just goes on, paying you no attention. “I keep suggesting that he finds himself a nice girl. I say to him; that’s the reason you’re so good at chess, because you have tons of time on your hands and no girl. That little bastard is surprisingly cheeky though, wondering what my excuse for being so bad at chess is, since I’m single. And when I ask why he’s a lone wolf, he pulls that cheesy, I’m not sure when I’m going to die, reason on me, and I swear, I was this close to whacking him across his thick head with the chessboard,” Pixis lets out a deep sigh, before turning to you. “What about you, (Last name)? Have anyone in your sight?” He asks, once again taking out his flask to gulp the lethal content down.

“Would you be mad if I pull that cheesy reason as well?” You ask. He arches an eyebrow quizzically. “I’m not really afraid of my own death to be honest. I’m afraid of losing the one I love and… become like my mother… She just seems so broken. I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to love anyone so much that I can’t live without them,” you say, fiddling with Dancers reins. 
“I take it you’re in love with someone in the Survey Corps then, since you’re afraid of them dying,” Pixis says.

Damn, shouldn’t underestimate the old geezer…

“Maybe I’m just afraid of falling in love with someone in the Survey Corps,” you counter. 
“Maybe. Love is a funny thing. As long as you’re both alive, love can be heaven. And when one dies, love is hell. I find it wonderfully twisted,” the Commander admits, chuckling. “Ah, how is that saying again… it is better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all, I think? Damn, that bratty Commander of yours has rubbed off on me with his clichés. I’ll have to take a long bath when I get home,” he complains.
“That’s warped logic,” you note, frowning. Dot Pixis looks at you.
“How so?” He asks, curiously.

“Well, lets say you break you’re favorite cup or something. You’re not going to go: Ah well, at least I had a cup, are you?” you point out. This makes the elderly man roar with laughter once again.
“I swear, Commander Smith would be so much better company if he had your cynical humor,” he says, his mustache twitching slightly. “My point is that those in the Survey Corps don’t live long. There’s no way around that. So I think you should enjoy life to the fullest while you’re still alive. And when a titan grabs you, and you gaze into those big, wicked eyes of theirs, you can think: I had a good life,” he adds.
“Says the guy who’s still alive at 90,” you comment dryly. He chuckles.
“I’m not planning to get eaten by anything less than a ravishingly beautiful female titan. And that’s that,” he declares.

“Then you might just end up living forever, sir,”
“How sad,”
“I think so too.”

Silence. You gaze at the forest around you, enjoying its quiet, cold beauty. Winter sure is a wonderful season, so gentle, yet so harsh… Both your shoulders and your head are covered in snowflakes. Ah, I hope I don’t catch a cold…

“My, my, time sure does fly when you’re walking with a pretty lady,” Pixis suddenly declares. You blink, confused. He’s right… The huge, grey castle that currently serves as the Headquarters of the Survey Corps is looming over you, and must have been for quite some time. “Took the words right out of your mouth, did I?” The Commander of the Garrison says, snorting a laugh. “Yeah, I can’t lie, your handsomeness kind of distracted me from where we were going,” you reply with a smirk.

“Ah, they all say that,” he pulls up his dark red hood and grins at you. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Cadet (First Name) (Last Name). We will undoubtedly meet again. Take good care of the Commander and please don’t let him become too good at chess,” he winks at you, turns around and disappearing down the forest trail again.

What an odd old man… you think, before heading for the stables with Dancer.
Okay, so this part was a bit long… Hope you don't mind cx No Erwin in this chapter, but I promise you he'll appear in the next ;)
And yeah… you TOTALLY just got love advice from Commander Pixis :D (Big Grin) I love that guy, I really do cx
Also, I didn't have enough space to write Part 2, so it became P2. It kind of annoys me :P

So, read and comment, if you note any errors please inform me :) I accept any kind of critique (in fact, it's very much appreciated, so long as it's not mean ;))

This part was a bit lighter than the previous, gotta show off some of the beauty in this beautiful world, right? (Yes Commander Pixis is beautiful  High Lmao Smiley Emoticon) I really hope you enjoy it!

Part 2 (You are here :))


Shingeki No Kyojin belongs to Hajime Isayama  bunneh icon1 


You belong to Erwin Smith (Plan Proposal) [V4]  

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you got pixis' character spot on Ok, Gaga