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@sakuraazharuno ‘s aurora x eren.

THEY DESERVED A HAPPY ENDING.

out of mine, my favourite ships are:

cherushī ( OC ) x connie springer.

kirari yoon ( OC ) x reiner braun.

kirari yoon ( OC ) x jean kirstein… one-sided though where kirari rejects him.

sonya lagner ( OC ) x erwin smith.

but, out of canon characters !

jean kirstein x mikasa ackerman, because they are simply too cute.

i remember shipping petra ral x levi ackerman for a little while because I heard that it was implied she loved him in the manga but it was changed to admiration for him in the anime.

MOBLIT X HANGE. STOP. I ACTUALLY WANTED THEM TO END UP TOGETHER BUT NOOOO. 😭

pairing: the lost boys x hunter!reader

summary: “my love for you goes beyond the hunt, beyond what is expected of me.”

warning(s): vampirism, enemies / rivals to lovers, mentions of injury, …

type of writing: headcanons, both general and individual.

( credits go to @filmgifs . )

• • •

• the information you received about a notorious group of vampires who have been terrorizing a small coastal town for years was minimal. no photos and no descriptions of the suspects, but there was a fairly lengthy list of anticipated victims that have been missing from the town without a trace for quite some time.

- seeing the varying ages, you volunteered up to the task and began tracking them, determined to put an end to their reign of terror.

• when i tell you they all watch and follow you around, mainly around the areas of the pier-

• the boys caught you in a comic book store on the boardwalk, discussing with two boys— the frog brothers— on suspicious activity they have taken notice of, and even were open enough to proclaim their skepticisms, chalking up to be creatures of the night.

• you never really viewed monsters individually— case-by-case— so, when you got to know the boys as themselves rather than a group of killers, it was both refreshing and incredibly frustrating.

- you shouldn’t be empathetic towards your targets, yet here you are.

• one thing is for certain: none of them wanted to exterminate you.

- they tried to luring you to go elsewhere. anywhere but staying in santa carla, but you wouldn’t budge.

- as soon as you step foot into his shop, max eventually singled you out as a threat and implored the boys to ‘handle it’ before he did.

• in an effort to coexist peacefully with the hunters, the boys ( and max ) propose a truce: they will allow the monster hunters to continue their work, but only if they agree to a set of strict rules. these rules include only hunting down those who are genuinely evil and pose a threat to others.

- it’s a risky plan, where they know know that they’ll face opposition from both sides, but they’re willing to take that chance if it means the best result.

- this way, the slayers can continue to fulfill their duty while not harming innocent people or creatures.

- in the end, they succeed in their plan, bringing peace to the parties that was once torn apart by violence and hatred. needless to say, your employers initially weren’t the happiest people when they found out you siding with known killers and had to let you go as you did go against the code of conduct, even though it was to be rewritten.

- but, being impressed by the groups newfound maturity and sense of responsibility, y/n’s employers agree to the truce and even consider working together to root out the real evil in the world, all while maintaining a peaceful coexistence.

- of course, there would still be conflicts and disagreements, but this suggests that the lost boys and the hunters can learn to coexist with one another, as long as they remain respectful of each other’s differences and uphold their respective duties.

• when it comes to your personal dealings with them BEFORE this outcome was made:

pairing: the lost boys x reader

summary: “with every beat of my immortal heart, i am reminded of my undying love for you.”

warning(s): vampirism …?

type of writing: headcanons, both general and individual.

• • •

• seeing as the lost boys have a complicated relationship with humans, it came as a bit of surprise when they decided to have their eyes set on you as a romantic partner and not a source of entertainment or food.

- they were fascinated by you from the get-go.

• naturally, they all are fiercely protective over you, and would do anything to guarantee your safety.

- example, someone hurts you, how do the boys respond ?:

david: ‘anticipatory protection.’ after any kind of incident that endangers you, david wants to prevent potential threats before they even occur.

dwayne: ‘quietly pissed off.’ lowkey the scariest, imo. while consoling you, dwayne brings it upon himself to send a silent, long warning look to the other person. this is quite effective in situations where words might not be enough to get any message across, but not just his eyes paint what he is feeling— a clenched jaw and tense body help get the job done.

paul: ‘physical defense.’ he needs to be HELD back. /hj. paul is the type of guy to get psychically violent towards someone that brought you any form of harm.

marko: ‘vocal defense.’ throws ABUNDANT amounts of wild insults and threats such as saying he is going to rip the guys’ head off. you get the picture.

pairing: jschlatt x (famous) afab!reader

summary: “you give a simp a crumb of your attention.”

warning(s): none, i believe.

type of writing: headcanons / imagine-ish.

• • •

• my boy is SWOONING. absolutely desperate.

• your channel has existed for quite some time now, spanning even back when schlatt was in school, still.

- he didn’t pass an exam ? he could be any more unfazed because you posted later that evening, besides, he could always just retake the test.

- the point is: the male has been watching your content for years now, even whenever the channel shifted in content or if you partook in popular trends.

- he has voiced several times on his streams how much he loved your work— new and old— with how you edit your videos and your overall knowledge of things, especially video games since he understands most of the references you make when you include clips from said games shortly after mentioning them. not only was your personality perfect for him, it also helped that you were quite beautiful.

• bro comments ‘first’ on your posts. every. single. time.

- even if you are going well for yourself after all these years, and your sub count could easily crush his, he still wants to contribute in some way.

• probably has a not-so-secret fan account on, like, twitter or instagram about you.

• the day you decided to acknowledge him, though, was like any ordinary day.

- the brunette had just woke up and drank an Arizona tea before brushing his teeth and retreating to his room, finding it to be a fitting time to check his phone. mindlessly sauntering over to his recording room, running a hand through his semi-messy locks while he used the other to unlock and scroll on his phone.

• upon entering the room, he sat down with a small huff, the faintest amount of tiredness holding onto him, but he was soon required to get out of that state of mind as he stared at the device in prominent disbelief.

- his socials were blowing up more than usual, and the still incoming alerts were appearing on the top of his screen for fleeting moments. he was unable to probably understand what was going on.

- it was the kind of wave he normally received when people were trying to cancel him ( to no avail, of course ), but this time something felt off.

• opening twitter to hopefully get some answers, that is when he was able to catch a glimpse of a certain content creator on his home page.

- several associates— close friends and acquaintances alike— that were well aware of his crush, spam messaged him, urging him to check the app. not like he needed to be told, anyway.

- not only had y/n l/n tweeted, but she also mentioned him more than once. fairly recently, too.

• my man is bouncing off the walls, blushing, kicking his feet, giggling, twirling his hair-

- it was a surreal experience as if it was straight out of a dream. although, he quickly got rid of this theory after confirming that it wasn’t by pinching himself.

• unsteadily, after checking that it was her official account, he replied:

• he’s talking about this for weeks, by the way. just absolutely milking this.

//////

wednesday, 10 august, 2022.

“so, please, hurry, leave me, i can’t breath. please, don’t say you love me.”

me writing this.:

https://youtu.be/YJbRcLvLKzA

pairing: tsundere!jschlatt x afab!reader

summary: “he has a little trouble playing well with others.”

type of writing: headcanons.

warning(s): none.

• • •

• the first time the two of you met, it was informal and over a discord call, which, in it of itself, is already cause of at least some awkwardness since you can’t see the others involved.

- “y/n,” ted urged on the call, “this is schlatt.”

- “oh,” you quickly utter out blankly, as if unexpectedly before directing your next comment to the unknown other: “your friends have spoken greatly of you.”

- “all good things, i hope.” the brunette’s mouth quirks into a crooked, hidden smile.

- you quickly notices his almost prideful behavior, and does her best to play along, “but of course.”

• likely makes sures that you take care of yourself by giving you water.

- “catch !” [throws plastic bottle aggressively.]

• soon, the days turn into months were it became a regular thing where you, ted, charlie, and schlatt play games with one another, even if none of you were recording.

- it was just something to help wind down and have fun.

• over this span of time, too, did his way of showing his emotions shift, seemingly with little to no explanation.

- with this came the occasional nicknames, as well, including: toots, doll, hun, …

• he can be a bully, but he shows his feelings by means of quality time and using actions instead of words… because you can tell he sucks at words.

- for instance, when all four of you decided to play garry’s mod ‘murder,’ a game released in 2013, he begrudgingly had to help you with the controls.

- unbeknownst to the male, you had begun recording, deciding silently that this would be your video’s ‘preview’ before your introduction plays. it reminded you of times of early YouTube, when you would spend your weekends catching up or rewatching certain creators. it would be nice to revisit it, to play it with some friends rather than a different variation such as Minecraft’s take on it. nonetheless, it brought you a sense of nostalgia.

• “wait, so,” your memory became a bit fuzzy, “how do you crouch again ?”

- all while everyone’s characters, including yours, spawned in and the map fully loaded, Schlatt let out a dramatic, drawn-out exhale as he had memorized the controls with ease.

- “what ?” ted could be heard, letting out a hearty laugh at the other’s nonverbal response, “c’mon, you can’t be annoyed by something like that.”

- “you’ll have to excuse our friend here,” charlie explained lightheartedly, “he has a little trouble playing well with others.”

- “are you calling me a child right now ?”

- “if the shoe fits.”

• jschlatt is the kind to tells you that your strategy for the next round for the game sucks, that’s it’s gonna fail in five seconds and that you should just leave it to him to figure it out, when really it’s because your strategy is just you putting yourself in too much danger so then he tries to figure out one himself so you can stand a chance in ‘murder.’

- the same guy who kills you in an instant if he’s the murderer with a maniacal laugh. 🤨

• you turn a corner to find his character standing over a dead body, slowly he turns around: “beat it, toots, these streets aren’t what they used to be.”

- [insert your character backing away slowly.] “don’t get any ideas.”

- you could practically hear the smile playing onto his lips, “i still don’t like you.”

//////

thursday, 30 june, 2022.

“she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen from the cover of a magazine.”

pairing: shoto todoroki x afab!reader

summary: “running into a familiar face.”

warning(s): none, maybe second-hand embarrassment?

note: this is kind of bad, in my opinion.

• • •

Upon entry, he was met with the intoxicating fragrance of the various aromas of the blooming objects. The U.A. student sauntered around the public area. It was a quite unusual place to find him and many would agree. He thought flowers were pretty, and that's it. The boy didn't have a specific favorite but he thought roses were alright. They came in several colours, two of the colors being red and white, like his hair. The young Todoroki was aimlessly walking around the city, founding himself here and may be staying for another hour or so, though it made him feel out of place as his smell was the opposite of the store: like a campfire, citrus, cleaning products, cedar, and musk, which was simultaneously masculine and sedate in nature.

Placed on the other side of the open space, stood a familiar girl. She easily could be spotted a mile away with her signature, radiant demeanor. This early afternoon, S/n Y/n had on a simple, baggy, long sleeve shirt that was tucked into a pair of high-rise shorts, considered a bit out of pocket as she always seemed to wear intricate outfits that appeared to require a lot of effort put into it. Innocently, she walked through the isles of plants with no goal in mind, admiring the strategically placed flowers as they caught her attention and many of the others so carefully.

The duo-tone haired teen continued to walk around. He caught a glimpse of h/c-coloured hair, but dismissed it wasn't someone he knew. Shoto thought to greet whoever that would be later, and simply enjoyed the peace as, the moment he stepped back into the dorms, there would be chaos and noise from his classmates.

The young Y/n did not notice the other approaching her as she was too caught up in her own world. Instead, with child-like wonder, she pointed and lightly touched the petals of the beautifully coloured flowers that caught her attention. “Hm, maybe I should take a few with me since I’m already here?” S/n debated with herself out loud. Of course, she would purchase the plants if she chose to buy herself a bouquet, but where would she put them? “Maybe I can hand them out to random people... just to brighten up their day.”

Shoto approached the other. He wanted to be the person to start conversations nowadays, he didn't want to be seen as shy nor quiet in the future. The teenager knew he might accidentally scare her if he tapped on her shoulder or suddenly spoke up, so, he decided the best was to just view the same flowers that she was looking at, too. They were indeed pretty. Would this be enough to get her to talk to him without him scaring her? Todoroki realized she would be spooked and say something along the lines of 'I didn't see you there!' or 'How did you get here without me noticing?' or perhaps both.

For starters, the girl had felt eyes being on her, but had ignored it, simply choosing to believe that it was merely nothing. That is a mistake for anyone to make— everyone should trust what their gut is telling them. This already made a hole form in her stomach as her heart softly began to quicken its rate. It wasn’t terribly unbearable, but the change of pace was indeed apparent.

The surprise was enough to make S/n Y/n nearly let out a mewl if she hadn’t jumped up, standing back up with several of hand picked flowers in hand. Her alarm died down upon her frantic, e/c eyes meeting a pair of delicate, different colored ones: a brownish dark gray while the other one turquoise.

“You have to stop sneaking up on me like that, Shoto-Kun,” she placed a hand over her chest, a bashful beam spread across her lips; a smile so sweet and genuine that could make even the saddest man alive happy again, “—Or else you're going to make me die of fright.”

“Oh, my apologies,” he let a small grin form on his face, the ends of his lips twitching upward, “I didn't know how to greet you without scaring you, you see...” Todoroki said to her, slightly trailing off. The boy's smile remained. “What a coincidence that we're both here.”

Perhaps some conversation would be nice?

Shoto must admit he thought the girl was cute, yes, not just taking her reaction into account, but her entire being. He would never tell anyone. Not yet at least. Her smile gave him a warm feeling in his heart. It made him feel… happy, a strange occurrence for him to experience. He was settled by her being there, but he couldn’t help but stand rigid as she drew closer, body somewhat stiffening as his thoughts were running too fast for his rationale to keep up.

Was he falling in love? Maybe it was because he was hurt for his entire life and that is the exact reason why he yearned for a romance; a relationship. The duo-haired student wanted someone to be his rock when he couldn't hold himself up anymore. In return, he wanted to give out all the love that has been stored away in his heart. He desired to cherish someone, to smother them with his love. His heart burned with it, and he just wanted to let it all out.

Endeavor failed so miserably with his mum more than he could ever express with just words alone, so shouldn’t he do better? Isn’t his life goal to be way better than his father, anyway?

The mere sound of his quiet drawl was enough to fill her up with joy— making her feel almost giddy— and her heart to swell even more. “I know right!” She let out a breathy laugh, dragging out her next statement for a more kid-like, but adorable and friendly, effect, “Can’t believe you found me-e.”

The student surprised herself as she seemed to forget all about their conversation on the phone, especially when the two of them discussed a potential date, even if it was suggested that they were going just ‘as friends.’ And, by the looks of it, he wasn’t going to bring it up either. As much as she wanted to go with him around town, S/n did not know if she would be ready in time as she almost became a nervous wreck whenever he was by her. Besides, if he were to grab her along to the location he had recommended to go eat, she would surely want to dress up for the occasion. Though she may not act the part for a date, she at least wanted to look the part...

Todoroki Shoto felt very glad hearing his pupil’s laugh. He felt warm, as in safe and cozy in her presence, something his home hadn't provided in a while. Should he continue the conversation or end it? It would be quite awkward if he just left, though. What topic should he base the conversation on? Food? Ask how she's been doing? Flowers?

“Can't believe I did either. I wasn't really sure it was you at first so I came to see if it was.” He shrugged shoulders, “So, how have you been?” Shoto inquired, thinking that it would be good to start the conversation with that question.

She pressed a finger to her chin, taking a moment to actually ponder on the inquiry he had presented to her, ‘I can’t tell him the fact that him being here with me makes me feel eager but also anxious, could I?’ The girl took a few calming breaths, counting to five to slowly calm her mind before letting out her vocal reaction.

“I’ve been doing alright, even better now that you’re here, thank you so much!” Her mouth curled up into a fond smile, “I’ve been meeting new people, which is always good.” The student then stopped herself to give the boy a chance to speak, “How about you?”

Shoto almost blushed when he heard that she feels better with him around. That was... unusual. Her smile alone was enough to light up anyone’s whole day, his included, and he desires nothing more but to see it more often. “I've been doing alright as well.” He answered with a grateful nod. The duo-haired boy had met only one new person but other than that, the teenager had just been staying around U.A., preferring to train and such. He had learn a few stuff regarding his fire portion of his Quirk, but he decided it wouldn't be fitting for the conversation.

Her passion died down, believing she was becoming a bit unhinged and a tad bit too over-excited. At a young age, whenever she would ramble on, she would be quickly silenced and dealt with, resulting in her being known as an introvert around new people as she did not know how they would react to her aimlessly talking. In an instant, similar to flicking a switch, Y/n relaxed, and quieted her voice, “What about you?” She gingerly poked his shoulder with a finger.

‘Kuso yarō... I already asked that question not even a second ago?’ She felt like ripping out her hair in frustration with herself. If she had some enhanced speed or flight ability instead of her current power, best believe she would use it to get out of this mess of a situation, ‘— Why must I be so idiotic?’

Shoto hesitated to answer the question. Didn't she already ask? It was fine, though. He was okay with answering again. “Well, let’s see… a teacher, who I believe was on break, taught me some stuff about my fire quirk. Condensing the flames and such. I'd show you but I don't have a marker and I don't want to set off any fire alarms nearby.” He only had a book to read, a wallet, his ID, a bottle of water and some chocolate bars in his backpack.

The girl, despite already being engrossed in the situation, was even more into it as he discussed his quirk. She found it interesting and genuinely fun to discuss matters such as it since she adored people being passionate about their gifts. “Marker?” She repeats with curious eyes, not being well versed in the term he was trying to imply, “What’s that?” She tilted her head off to the side, imitating that of an image of a perplexed puppy, mistaking the item for something completely different. She slightly leaned forward with interest as he dug through his belongings for whatever it was that he was searching for.

“Do you need help?” S/n half-joked, slightly reaching out before reeling her hands back since he already had a backpack strapped onto him to carry everything, “Oh, no, it seems like you got it...” the h/c-haired student answered herself shortly after her last retort.

“No need for help. I don't know how to explain it in depth but he said something about the flames being focused into one area, like the engines of a fighter jet. I could show you another time, unless you have a marker, that is. Perhaps a washable one.” He suggested to her out loud. ‘Out of the things I could forget to bring,’ Shoto thought, ‘I forget a marker— a marker, of all things.’ he stopped rummaging through his backpack, now sure he didn't have the item with him.

“Um,” she dragged out the noise as she too pulled off her bag and started combing through her stuff, “I might. Let me double-check.” In the middle of her search, she did come to find a light, baby blue marker. Y/n did in fact purchase it, but she must’ve forgotten about it as it sank lower in her backpack as time progressed until it somehow managed to end at the very bottom. She threw her closed bag on her shoulders, holding up the art utensil to his face, hoping that the color of the marker wouldn’t matter, “W-Will this work?”

“It will, yes. Thank you.” The boy rolled up his left sleeve of his gray turtleneck, gently taking the drawing item from her hands. Slowly, he drew a line from his elbow to his wrist before giving the marker back to its rightful owner. He focused on making a small flame, one that wouldn't burn him or the place down. Almost instantly, a tiny flame the size of one's on a candle appeared. It flickered a bit before snaking down to his wrist, sometimes growing dangerously tall. It reached his wrist quickly. Once it did, Shoto put the flame out. “That's how it works I guess? I'm still practising.” He dusted off his arm, ensuring there wasn’t anything left to ruin his attire before rolling down his sleeve. He'll just make sure to wash what was left on his arm from the marker once he gets back to the dorms.

The flame danced in her e/c eyes, almost giving her the feeling of déjà vu, or could the comforting sensation be nostalgia? The fire reminded her of a much simpler time in her life, back when she had nothing to stress about apart from what her mother was making for dinner. Back when her father, as intimidating as he was, called S/n his little ‘firebug’ as she sat so close to the fireplace with severe interest, sometimes even attempting to reach out to touch it.

“It’s so pretty...” the teenager said out of pure awe, using the tips of her fingers to graze across the top of the vibrant colors, “I-I mean— that’s so cool, Shoto-Kun!” She was truly happy for him, exercising with his other side was, at least in her book, a big accomplishment even if he only had a little control of it.

He would make it one of his missions to fall in love. Todoroki wanted to, and he knew the perfect candidate. He wants to fall in love with S/n Y/n.

//////

Thursday, February 10, 2022.

“Inside your house, we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

pairing: erwin smith x afab!reader

summary: “are you with me, my dear?” “until the end…”

warning(s): angst, spoilers.

notes: this contains spoilers for 3x18 of shingeki no kyojin. and, no, i was not able to add the ‘read more’ thing into the imagine… it ruined the formatting. my sincerest apologies.

• • •

The Scout was under the current dilemma that any woman her age ought to go through at least once in their life, especially one going through certain circumstances: whether she was going to die today, …and if a guy romantically likes her back or not. S/n Y/n always daydreamed that after Commander Erwin Smith retired in a couple of years, the two would finally confess their love, even get married one day, and grow old together if things such as titans or other threats didn’t get in the way of their personal lives.

Much to her surprise, her typically protective comrades— the younger recruits included— approved of the male, viewing the blond not only as a wonderful leader but also someone fit for their friend. After all, the two seemed close, so, why not?

Of course, she never found the time to put into words nor find the courage to be straightforward about her feelings since she was under the impression she didn’t need to. No one did the things they did. Erwin was only ever physical with Y/n: holding her hand while crossing a busy street, offering her embraces fairly frequently, even giving her his jacket at times when she was visibly cold. Was she just taking things the wrong way...? Surely not...they told each other everything, shared every secret and every fear. They had to be close. Maybe that’s why she firmly believed he had realized her affections long ago; she thought he may have even felt the same way with how he acted.

She figured she could’ve postponed it, waiting until only after they reached Yeager Grisha’s basement in Shiganshina. But, as her luck would have it, her confession would have to be today: the day it may very well be their last.

Unrequited love is powerful, she realized that within a few couple of weeks of acknowledging her emotions toward her higher up. A certain sort of strength is required to keep pouring love into a person with no prospect of anything being returned, nothing with the same kind of vivid intensity. Platonic love, as beautiful as it can be, seems faded and dim under the want for something more. Something different. The kind of love that sweeps away everything else, consumes you like a fire.

This could very much also be the reason why she has been holding back from telling Erwin for so long.

Fortunately, it wasn’t too terrible to discover where he was through the crimson mist; the blood of their slain comrades, scattered along the now-demolished streets and housings. Wiping her stained face from any traces of the sprayed liquid, she neared her superior. S/n Y/n at least wanted to appear presentable, and, despite only having one goal in mind, upon spotting a familiar head of neat, black hair, she uttered out, “Take care of yourself.” It was Levi Ackerman, perhaps humanity’s strongest soldier, who happened to be taking his leave from having his one-on-one conversation with Erwin Smith, who sat himself on a wooden crate.

In return, his typically stoic eyes didn’t hide anything now— not his surprise, relief, and certainly not his sorrow. After a moment of recollection and delicately processing her words, the Captain gave the woman a curt nod, brushing past her, and allowing her to have a moment alone with the other.

Rocks, provided by a crushed boulder courtesy of the Beast Titan, were going to fly past her and the others in every direction, screams will fill the air until the Scouts, recruits or not, were nearly all wiped out. Alternatively, until this side of the Wall Maria was flattened, with no house nor building left to stand, meaning no protection from the speeding stones. Whichever came first. These teenagers— these kids of varying ages— shouldn’t have to live a life like this…It wasn’t humane.

“Commander…?”

He slowly rose to his feet, “Y/n, we’ve known each other for years, now, and, considering the weight of our situation, you can drop the formalities.” Only a twinge of hurt was clear in his address, likely due to him doing his best to remain composed until after giving the news to the new recruits of their final mission: a suicide charge.

She nodded her head softly, “Yes, sir- I mean,” the woman could muster anything more than a half-chuckle, “You know what I mean…Erwin.” S/n corrected herself, experiencing a certain feeling of fondness when uttering out his first name. Her voice wavered, eyes shifting in slight shame, made evident by the fluster that touched her cheeks. The silence between answers had her sanity hanging by a thread. It made her subtle discomfort and desperation with the interaction all the more apparent, “I just wanted to say,” Y/n had to practically force out despite the deep pit in her stomach, “It has been an honor to be by your side.”

Staggering a bit, his eyebrows twitched before furrowing together with clear puzzlement, “Where is this coming from?” The Commander had various guesses, but still inquired for clarification.

Erwin deserved an answer.

She swallowed thickly, her stomach knotted up again, threatening to jettison what contents remained in it. “I can’t stop thinking about you when we’re apart. I’m devoted to you, and I wish to spend what remaining life I have with no one but you.” She whimpered out, weak sobs racking her form, burying her face in her hands. There it was, out in the open for him to see. “I should’ve told you sooner.” Her watery gaze lifted from her hands to stare at him, wanting the other to respond, not wanting him to just stand there silently with wide eyes.

The man’s voice softened, strained, but low and vulnerable, this having been his first and only love confession, “No, you couldn’t possibly have known something like this were to happen.” He cued in, denying her last claim, while taking one of her hands in his, which brought her attention back to him. His piercing blue eyes staring down to meet hers, “You are the one I wished for— I’m a better person because of you, you were there when countless of my comrades were slain more than I could ever say. I promise, if we get out of here, I’ll toss my post as Commander aside, and be yours.”

It was true…he meant every word. If she said the word just a while ago, before he was determined to see what is in the Yeager’s basement, Erwin Smith would’ve gladly dropped everything— including his power— to be with S/n Y/n.

His delicate hold of her hand never ceased, “So,” his voice is calm and she wonders how during such a time as this, “Are you with me, my dear?”

In response, she exchanged a few looks with Levi and the various new recruits, eyes nor voice no longer filled with stress or worry, placing her other, free hand on the top of his, “Until the end…”

//////

Tuesday, January 13, 2022.

“All I ask is, if this is my last night with you, hold me like I’m more than just a friend.”

https://youtu.be/faIYlQs_eSc