#erwin smith as a father

[helenbagheera]

Erwin dealing with his most disobedient soldier

Post contains spoilers to the upcoming chapter which you can find in my previous posts!

"Arthur Smith, I say no," Erwin said in a stern tone as he watched Arthur try to chew the inkwell. Of course, the child didn't succeed. Before he could even blink an eye, the angry little Smith slammed the glass object against the table with all his might, causing the blue liquid to smear on him, the papers, the table, and Erwin's costume as well.

Well done, Erwin. You were smart enough to bring a child into the office with ink on the desk - now enjoy the consequences.

  Seeing his father's bewildered face, the child burst into triumphant laughter.

"So it's fun for you, huh?" Erwin sighed and, taking the child in his arms, left the office in search of water.

[abbyslev]

happy father’s day to me and @hangespublicist dads🙏🏼

art credits: @thisuserisangry 💞

[kacievvbbbb]

God Characters like Erwin Smith and Shanks and the way they’ve let their trauma run their lives. Erwin to the more obvious extent of course but;

Something about men imprisoned by the love they have for their dead fathers violently taken from them to young and too soon.

Cloaking yourself in the weight of his dreams won’t save you. The dream will end and there will still be a hole in your heart and bodies in your wake.

[haedraulics]

levi picks flowers for his best friend

[lady-lauren]

Happy Father’s Day to Daddy Eyebrow 🙏🏻

[rengokussy]

Hate how fandom content online will be like “what ur taste in anime men says about you” and it’ll diagnose you with having daddy issues for simping over Kento Nanami or Erwin Smith. Like I don’t have daddy issues, I just have immaculate taste.

[motleyside]

The secret of little Erwin and his father 🥺🪻

This is the first time I've done something like this

[the-traveling-poet]

Hi! :D

Do you mind if I request headcanons for Erwin as a dad to a preferably fem reader (can be gn tho)

Headcannon no. 7

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Father Figure pt.2

(A/N: Ofc anon! I haven’t had an Erwin request in so long that I forgot to even go back and fix up past posts to fit my blog’s current theme better, so thanks for the reminder lmao. Enjoy~)

There was no doubt you were a daddy’s girl. From for first visit to HQ, to your more recent visits, it was immediately and widely known; You were the newly appointed Commander’s daughter.

Not only did your appearance make that obvious, sharing in his blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, but the very air you carried into every room you occupied had everyone certain of this fact.

For a time, until you were around halfway through your adolescence, you’d stayed away from your father’s profession. But finding nothing entertaining enough among the lives of fellow citizens around you, nor thought provoking enough for your taste, you’d make the choice on your own to join your father.’s side in the Corps.

At first, he’d been hesitant to accept you into the Scouting Corps, and only later would you realize this was out of fear for losing you like he had your mother. But after some time, and late night talks with him in his office, he’d finally relented; you would join them in their exploration for information beyond the walls.

For a time, he chose not to play favorites, and you remained a cadet under a squad he had command over. But after only a short time within the ranks, and much to the speculation of favoritism from fellow branch officers, you quickly rose up from cadet to captain, and from captain to section commander at Erwin’s side.

He of course was quick to dispel such rumors, and was oh so, so proud to see you climbing the rank ladder so swiftly.

You were his daughter, after all. Of course you would excel quickly.

Once talk died down of Erwin choosing his elites from personal preference, something that was never true to begin with, word began to spread of not only your likeness to your father with intellect and integrity within meetings you would frequently attend, but also while out on the field.

Not only were you willing to lay down your life for the future cause, but you were clever. Cunningly so. And incredibly dangerous with a blade.

The amount of times you’d swindled a man out of coin for the Survery Corp’s budget simply by speaking overly formally and confusing the hell out of high ranking military personnel’s were beyond count.

And honestly, Erwin couldn’t have been more proud.

He believed stealing was wrong, of course, but was this really stealing if they offered coin so freely after hardly understanding a word his daughter’s highly educated mind spoke?

Of course, he was proud of you for far more than your ability to sway decisions into your favor, thought you’d learned it from him.

He was proud also of your resolve, and your underlying devotion to every cause you dedicated your heart to. Which, frankly, with your spacious heart, was displayed often.

On a lighter note though, we all know Erwin is a total dad. I mean your typical suburban father figure who cracked the corniest jokes. So of course, as his daughter, you would get a whole other side to his personality than most did.

While his rules might be strict at times, out of fear for losing you on the battlefield, they were most strict when it came to the matter of your personal life.

“I understand the Captains are going out for a drink tonight in celebration, but I expect you to be back at base by 10pm. And no boys, you hear? I’ve already had a chat with Hange and Levi to keep an eye on you.”

Besides losing to the titans and losing valuable information, his greatest fear by far was to see you suffer in any way relating to the way he had. Whether that be romantically, or through losing as much as he had in his past.

He wanted nothing but the best for you, something he only had for the brief time he still had his parents and wife around to keep him company and to love on.

Now that they were gone, he knew he would not waste a single second of his time with you in fear that you could face what he had.

Beyond his desire to reach the Jeager’s basement in Shiganshina, was his desire to protect and provide for his only living kin; you.

Vividly you remembered the promise he had made you as a child; “One day, I will provide a free world, all for you to explore and love your fullest in. And I’ll be with you, all the way.”

And all the way up until the bitter end, he held true his promise to you. Despite the loss falling all around you, he had indeed provided a way in which for you to explore the open word around you. He had been right, after all; Paradis was not alone.

With his spirit guiding you forward, you did what the both of you had always dreamed of doing, once the war had finally come to an end; exploring the vast world around you with a heart lightened of all burden.

[hangeslefteye]

I hope I'm not just a dilf to you guys but a friend aswell ^^ -Erwin Smith, possibly

[saenora]

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO DANCHOU!! 🤍

[suki-na-kumo]

I started rewatching Attack on Titan

AND....

I need more Armin, or better yet a baby Armin, because I think he would be a cute little vanilla muffin that everyone would want to paw at.

I also love Eruri

And why not send two lovers and traumatized people to take care of a little khinkalka, which will turn their lives 180?

ATTENTION

(THIS IS NOT OMEGAVERS) (THEY TOOK THEIR CHILD FROM THE ORPHANAGE AND ENJOY LIFE)

[rinamars]

ok but what's erwin's father's name in your head?

i'll go first. i like edward for some reason

[kobutareads1]

Cupola by 35grams (Jaackdaw)

Modern AU. Horror. Supernatural. Cathedrals. Eruri. 9 chapters. Assassin Levi. Priest Erwin. Annie Leonhart. Mikasa Ackerman.

After a hit, Levi finds sanctuary in a cathedral.

Cruising along Tumblr some time ago, I came across Seitsensarvi's artwork for this fic, was intrigued and rushed to read Cupola. I rarely read horror but was sucked in by the story. 35grams has a way of writing that is hard to nail down but paints powerful images. The eyes on Levi, the icons, the doves. So many thoughts and questions arise and haunt you as you go deeper into the story. Why is the cathedral alive? What lives in the cathedral (demon? angel? alien? something else?)? Why can't Erwin leave it behind? Please keep in mind there is quite a bit of religious language, rituals and imagery in this fic.

Seitsensarvi's artwork:

[kacievvbbbb]

I don’t know Erwin Smith is just like;

What if your fathers love couldn’t save you?

What if it’s actually doomed you from the start.

[riewritten]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNuFJnNB/

this is canon to me

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

Yall, I'm writing a flashback of the first time young Erwin tags along with Dani and her brother, Nevin, and it has me in my feels as he is torn between a breaking heart of what it means to get meat that isn't in a market but accepting the harsh reality of the world, and a.jkidfunhsl;jnakif writing young Erwin is painful, balancing the loss of innocence with learning to do what he needs to in order to move forward.