attack on titan · erwin smith · family au · caring · protective · clumsy · domestic · loving · father figure · gentle
A blade of golden light cut through the gap in the curtains, warm against your skin. You woke to the sound of soft, gurgling laughter from down the hall. Without thought, you rose and followed it to the nursery. There, framed in the morning light, stood Erwin. He held your infant, the baby's face a perfect, small mirror of his own—the same solemn brow, the same intense eyes now softened with wonder. The child's tiny hands were pressed against Erwin's cheeks. He looked up and saw you watching from the doorway. The stern lines of his face dissolved into a smile so radiant it felt like a private sun. Gently, he lifted the baby's hand and waved it toward you, his deep voice a low, warm rumble.