Attack on Titan x Reader [Oneshots]

All Yours [AU] [Erwin x Reader]

A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, the crystal ornaments shimmering in the soft lighting, its sophisticated craftsmanship accenting the beauty of the grand ballroom.

Swirling the glass held between her fingers, a sweet aromatic scent reached her as the deep red liquid swirled around alluringly. Taking a small sip, the delectable smoothness of the wine delivered a rich blend of flavors. Savoring the bittersweet taste, her [e/c] orbs shined beneath her elegant mask, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. 

Making her way through the ballroom, she passed by many finely dressed people, all of them wearing masks which matched their suits or dresses. Politely declining any attempts of conversation, [Name] kept her eye out for a particular male. Even in a masquerade, she was certain she could recognize the broad shoulders on his tall build, his sleek blonde hair, and those hypnotising blue eyes of his.

'There he is.' Her eyes met with his, and took in the way he was dressed in a form-fitting tuxedo, his tie a similar colour to her dress. A simple mask covered one side of his face, curving to the side to leave his mouth exposed as he smiled at her.

Her heartbeat sped up as he took large strides towards her, the upward curve of his lips growing wider as he neared her.

"Hello, stranger." He murmured in that deep, baritone voice of his. The scent of his cologne drew her in, shortening the gap between them till they stood chest to chest.

Time seemed to stand still as the sounds in the background faded away, leaving them in their own world of silence. Just the two of them.

His eyes, a soulful cerulean blue, were rimmed with the darkest hues of sapphire. The depths of the ocean within his eyes pulled her in, and she willingly complied, giving in to his striking gaze.

Fingers grazing her mask, he carefully removed it, making sure not to mess up the elaborate twists of her hair. Revealing her face to him, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. [Name]'s eyelids fluttered shut, a content sigh leaving her lips at the familiar feeling of closeness to him.

Letting her own hands reach out to his face, she took off his mask, giggling at the small scowl he shot her when it accidentally messed up his golden locks.

"Sorry," she whispered, not the least apologetic as she let her fingers run through his soft strands, smoothing them back to place. Staring at his carved features, her fingers trailed down his face, tracing his aristocratic cheekbones, before wrapping themselves around his neck as his own hands snaked around her waist, tugging her closer to him.

"It appears I picked out the right color for my tie," he noted, his breath tickling her ear from the proximity.

"Oh, wipe that grin off your face, Erwin ... You were supposed to meet me out front."

"Sorry love, I had to entertain some people."

"But now," he mused, "I'm all yours."