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i dare you to find a plot hole in attack on titan. it's ok i'll wait.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER đđđđđ






All these years Hange never felt that Erwin made the right decision in choosing her as commander. Always blaming themself and taking responsibility for inevitable mistakes. Feeling depressed and useless and still giving her all to do the right thing, to fulfill her role as a leader.
People always focus on Levi's suffering for choosing Armin and Armin's pain for being the one who lived in Erwin's place, but hardly anyone talks about Hange, as always no one recognizes their hard work...




Hange is giving her whole being to humanity
and I'm so proud of her đđđ
I don't care what others say BEST COMMANDER
the world is cruel, but i still love you

summary: it dawns on them as they sing these words that this part of their life is coming to an end. the series is over, but they canât be. they mean too much to each other.
word count: 1.4k
pairing(s): eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman
genre | includes: actor!au, slight angst with a happy ending, pining, songfic kinda, sfw, kissing, not proofread, inconsistent tone
authorâs note: i was supposed to be writing a scholarship essay and then this happened. this was originally supposed to be a headcanon, but i got unbelievably carried away which is why youll see a shift in style. im too lazy to do anything about it. iâm kind of happy wrote though, iâve been in a severe writerâs block since I posted messy handwriting months ago. this is my first time writing for aot so i hope you enjoy. listen to the s4 pt2 outro while you read! thatâs what theyâre singing :)

another aot actor!au
but imagine for the last episode of the series, they have eren and mikasa sing the outro (akuma no ko) so itâs like theyâre singing to each other.
and bc mikasa is half-japanese and probably speaks japanese with her mom, she has to spend hours helping eren remember the lyrics and get the pronunciation right. for weeks, the words just wouldnât come out right. he doesnât get the inflection and the drawn out vowels. it reminds him of why he stopped learning the language in the first place. german was so much easier.Â
but mikasa is patient. sheâs the greatest teacher he could have asked for. she facetimes him for hours at a time and placates his worries as the recording date comes closer. he picks her up every other day so they can sing in the car and she gives him a piece of candy for every time he makes it through the lyrics without stumbling. itâs bittersweet. ending the journey they spent more than half their lives on in the exact same way it started: sitting in each otherâs company and rehearsing their lines, fearful of what comes next.
eren dreads the recording day. not because heâs afraid he wonât get his part right, no mikasa made sure he sounds good, but because of what it symbolizes. when the episode airs and the public hears them sing this song for the first time, it will be the last time he will don the role of eren jaeger, doctorâs son from shiganshina, titan shifter, savior and destroyer of the world. if he doesnât get his act together, it will be the last time he will don the role of mikasa ackermanâs lover. heâs not ready. mikasa isnât either.
as he stands next to mikasa in the recording studio, headphones secured over his pulled back hair (she likes it more that way, âi like being able to see all of your faceâ she said) he reminisces on the first day he asked mikasa for help. when she translated the lyrics for him. his heart was stuck on the chorus. they were the first lines he memorized, having spent hours outside of mikasaâs company trying to get them right so he could say them to her over and over. so his feelings made it to her somehow. even if they werenât his own words. even if she didnât know he meant every bit of it.
he locks eyes with her as he sings them with her, both of their voices low, gravelly, thick with something the other wasnât sure they wanted to believe.Â
the world is cruel, but i still love you
she wanted to stop there. mikasa wanted to yank the headphones over the silly pigtails on top of her head (he likes it more that way, âyou look like that one picture of you as a kid, the one you tried to delete from sashaâs phone so she couldnât post it on your birthday. you still get cake all over your face just like you did in that pictureâ he said) and turn the microphone off. she wanted to hold erenâs face in her trembling hands and say the words for real. she doesnât resent much about herself, but she does regret not being more like her on-screen counterpart. mikasa ackerman the soldier never hesitated. she made sure eren knew she loved him. mikasa ackerman the actress hasnât yet mustered up the courage. she would go to the ends of the earth for eren, she would. and if she had the chance to tell him, she knows she would never stop. she would never stop the waterfall of i love yous directly into the shell of his ear and donât leave mes into his neck and itâs always been yous into his lips that sheâs only ever released in her dreams.Â
no matter what you sacrifice, i will still protect you
their voices both crack, in the way that musicians make seem intentional, like theyâre choked up on their emotions and their hearts are clawing their way out of their chests while they sing.Â
never once do their eyes leave each other. can you hear me? they want to say. did my voice, have my words, has this message, reached you? they want to cry.
when they finish their eyes are wet. neither willing to blink lest they shed the first tear. they hardly register the staff on the other side of the glass congratulating them, telling them to come to the other room and listen to the recording again.
eren reaches for mikasaâs hand as they walk out. she grips it tightly and squeezes once. is it really over? he squeezes back. it is.
at the emmyâs months later, they stand on the same stage theyâve walked across dozens of times since they were small. back when they were terrified of the possibility of tripping over their feet on live tv, back when they were terrified of being on live tv, back when there was so much left of their story, back when this wasnât the last time. they stand in front of the cameras, the audience, their oldest friends, hollywood legends, and novices alike, microphones in hand. the orchestra in the pit below them swells with their voices as they confess to each other once again. unknowing of the validity of the otherâs words. their eyes stay locked on each other the same way they did in the studio. the millions of eyes on them forgotten. it is just mikasa and eren. eren and mikasa. just as it always has been, just as they hope to god it always will be.Â
when the piano trickles out at the end, mikasa loses the battle with her tears. and eren pulls her in before she completely gives into her sorrow and sinks into the floor. the applause is deafening, but eren hears nothing but mikasaâs whisper.
âitâs really over,â her voice is hoarse from proclaiming her love at the loudest volume her throat would allow.
the curtain drops.
âit is,â his voice is hoarse from proclaiming his love at the loudest volume his throat would allow.
backstage, after theyâve changed, ready to go sit with their castmates, their old castmates, in anticipation for the remaining awards, mikasa pulls eren aside. maybe she feared being too much like mikasa ackerman the soldier because she knew it would be hard to separate herself from her alternate persona and would lose a part of her true self. but she has reconciled, in this moment, that there was no point. she would always be mikasa ackerman the soldier as much as she was mikasa ackerman the actress. so she would no longer resent her hesitation because her hesitation would be no more.
âi have to say this to youâ she begins slowly, trying not to regret her hastiness, trying not to regret not having prepared for this ahead of time, âi have to say this to you before i lose you. this will be the first time in 13 years that I havenât seen you regularly on set or had an excuse to show up at your apartment or hotel room or trailer under the guise of rehearsing lines and sharing gossip. you are my best friend, have been for my whole life, and i donât know why we fear that this will change because we no longer lead our double lives, because we both know it isnât true. but i know that with every day that we donât spend time together weâll grow apart and i canât live with that. i canât live with that because i love you, eren. more than a best friend should. more than a castmate. more than anything. i love you so much that i think my life might fall apart that you arenât there. i meant every word i sang up there and you donât have to believe me, but i couldnât live with myself if i let this chapter of our lives end without setting up room for a sequel. iâm sorry if this is sudden and out of nowhere, but god, eren, i love you.â
she didnât have the chance to catch her breath before he was leaning forward, loose wisps of his hair tickling her forehead, large, rough hands from years of doing his own stunts cupping her cheek (she could feel the scar on his right hand from biting it so intensely for so many years), and capturing her lips with his own. they kiss with over a decadeâs worth of resolved fear as fuel. they would never lose each other, not after this.
they didnât know how long they stood there, i love yous directly into each otherâs ears, donât leave mes into their necks, itâs always been yous into their lips.
the world is cruel, but i still love you

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