"unfortunately we have closed our doors, but our movies are still up on selection for YOU to enjoy"
(A new masterlist!)
š¬ What is this place?
For those of you new here, this blog was created in 2020 and wrote for animes such as Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, and My Hero Academia. It followed a Cinema Themery (cause I like being dramatic) and wrote all the way to 2022 when unfortunately it closed.
I have left this blog for a different blog, but the fics and everything is still up. For your enjoyment, you can binge anything you want!
š¬ Your Director (me!)
ā¾ Name: Credits / Creds
ā¾ Pronouns: She/Her/Hers or They/Them/Theirs
š¬ Now Showing (masterlists)
ā¾ director's cut - my personal favourites
ā¾ thriller - Attack on Titan masterlist
ā¾ adventure - My Hero Academia masterlist
ā¾ comedy horror - Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist
ā¾ slice of life - Haikyuu masterlist
(something to note the Haikyuu masterlist is more outdated than the others so it looks different)
Ive been thinking of doing this for a very long time but I will be deleting a lot of posts here mainly bcs I really don't feel comfortable w them anym.
Back when i wrote a lot of stuff, they were mostly pushed by people requests and some things I wasn't comfortable w writing ended up getting written due to pressure I felt from the requests sitting in my inbox.
Now I can confidently say I know what I do not want to write and do not want to be associated with. So, I will be deleting a lot of those things. Thank you for your attention!
The future of this theater (srs announcement timeeeee)
Hm
Where to start?
(Ps this is going to be so if any of you are lazy to read I suggest to scrollllll to where the bolded parts are in they're the important points)
I'm sure many of you had a feeling this was coming to be honest.
For quite some time now, I haven't been that happy about this blog, I haven't had the motivation to continue writing here. I've all but lost interest in almost all of the animes I write for.
Added with the fact that my Comics (DC and Marvel) obsession has just started to resurface again (thank you DC vs Vampires and Moon Knight) I've lost most interest on writing for anime in general (except One Piece but I'll touch on that later on).
I have decided to leave this blog. I'm going to do some requests that I really like, the others I'll clear out, and then I'll leave for a different blog.
I'm planning on making a Comic centred account where I'll be writing for characters centred around the Bat Family, Daredevil, and Moon Knight. If anyone would like to know the name of the account (which already has a few fanfics in its drafts) don't be afraid to message me!
Now that doesn't mean this blog will be deleted or anything of the like. I will be leaving this blog as is so that if any of you would like to revisit my works or anything like that you can do so as please.
But I will no longer be active on this blog starting at around mid June, since there's still some things I want to post here!
If I'm being completely honest my last ditch was the Valentines day event. Which.... yeah... sorta did help me get back my groove, but also gave me a feeling of intense burden. Like oh these people really want their fics and I'm just here doing nothing.
So, for the people still waiting on their valentine's fics requests. I regret to inform you that they're never coming :( What can I say I get bored.
Anyways, extra info I don't know if I will end up doing this or not but I will (maybe) be making a different One Piece centred account and if you guys want to see that too hmu!!!
And that concludes the announcement.
We here at Credits Theaters wish our (newly) 500 strong audiences the best of times during our two year stay. We hope our archived films will keep all of you entertained. Until the next time, we open our curtains once more.
(thank you for 500 followers btw it literally just hit after I finished making this lmao)
Once more, apologies for how late these requests are, as some of you might know I'm kind of dealing with some personal mental shit atm, motivation is at an all time low and shit's just shitty. Though I am slowly getting through and falling back in love with writing!
Extra PS! This is a royalty AU since I couldn't think of any ideas for the normal universe! I hope you don't mind that and thank you for requestion.'
EDIT!!! I wrote this a while back and I'm just posting it now, anyways this will be my last writing-related post! Please do read this announcement if you have time!
Eren watched in quite distaste at the small crowd now dancing around the ballroom, soft piano accompanied with a few violins and other stringed instruments painted the atmosphere in a romantic one. Unfortunately for the soldier, he didnāt have the only person he wanted to dance with in his arms.
āKeep the brooding to a minimum Eren,ā Armin beside him nudged his side slightly.
Reminding him of the company that were around them, though the ball itself was more casual than a royal would usually host, he knew he should get his act together, lest he want to intimidate the officials in the room. His eyes trained towards the person who organized this entire event and hosted it, letting his shoulders relax and expression soften when you threw him a soft smile, before continuing back to a, most likely boring, conversation with another royal.
āAre you not going to ask them to dance, Eren?ā Mikasa walked beside him, leaning as well on the pillar he was, wearing a gorgeous black dress, something so odd to see on the usually ruthless soldier.
āWouldnāt that be awkward? A royal dancing with their own soldier?ā Eren sighed, slumping himself to the pillar even more.
The decorated uniform he wore for formal events such as this digging into his skin, much to his dismay. He looked over towards Armin, confused of how the blonde could seem so at ease in his own decorated uniform. Though it mustāve been because he was used to joining you in these kinds of formal events overseas.
āThey hosted this ball for us, wouldnāt it make more sense if one of us took their hand in a dance?ā Armin gave his own point of view on it.
Though it wouldāve been odd in normal circumstances to see you, a royal of such standing, dancing with a common soldier, even if said soldier was one of your best. This event specifically was made by you for your army, guards, and soldiers to relax, have fun, drink expensive alcohol and dance calmly with, usually out of their league, officials and invited royals.
But even so, to Eren, it felt odd to ask for your hand and then dance in the ballroom, knowing for a fact that when he does so everyoneās eyes would be following him and you.
āYou sure you donāt want to ask her to dance?ā
If they werenāt in such an official event Eren wouldāve twisted around the pillar and punched the source of that voice right on the face. How could someoneās voice be so unbearably annoying, especially if the person in question was Jean Kirstein, your own personal guard. His teasing tone didnāt make it any better either.
When Eren didnāt respond, only rolling his eyes, Jean chuckled, knowing for a fact that Eren was ignoring him not because he didnāt have a snide remark to throw his way, but because he didnāt want things to escalate. As it usually gets when the two starts to bicker.
āRight then, Iāll ask them myself, it wouldnāt be too weird for their guard to ask for a dance right.ā
Erenās head snapped behind him towards Jean who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Erenās eyes communicated something so clear to the taller man, you wouldnāt, oh but Jean, Jean was a mischievous one. His smirk only grew bigger as he slowly passed the three and made his way over towards you.
Ignoring all the officials who gave him a sour look at him interrupting their conversation. Jean said something to you, causing a giggle to leave your lips. Just as a sickening feeling wrapped its way in Erenās stomach, Jeanās hand outstretched towards you, inviting you for a dance.
You smiled at him and took up on the offer. Eren noted how happy you seemed to be now that finally someone was asking your hand in a dance. Not even the potential suitors around had asked for a dance, too afraid of your loyal soldiers all around the room, even if they werenāt even wearing their uniform and holding their weapons.
Eren gritted his teeth as he watched you and Jean elegantly made your way to the middle of the room, everyoneās eyes, just like he thought, following you and Jean. You two didnāt seem to mind though as whatever Jean was continuously saying caused you to chuckle and giggle, allowing you to forget the intense gazes everyone in the room were giving you and your dance partner.
Even as the two of you danced Eren clutched his fist so tightly it had slowly turned white. The two of you moved around the room like water, waltzing around the other couples dancing. It was far from a formal, uptight, dance, it was airy and casual, almost soft.
āEren youāre going to hurt your fists like that.ā Mikasaās voice caught him off guard.
Realizing his nails had started digging into the palm of his hands so much that it almost started to bleed, he finally let it relax, not wanting to soil the tailored uniform.
āThe songās about to end, you can ask them to dance after this.ā Eren only grunted in response to what Armin said.
He could practically hear the smile on the blondeās face at the realization of how jealous his best friend was slowly growing out to be. Mikasa on the other hand, seemed more concern at the way Eren was looking at Jean. Practically about to rip his head off at a single mistake.
Eren waited patiently for the slowing of the instruments and when it did come, he immediately wanted to sweep you off your feet and take you to the next dance the songs would take. But to his dismay, from the corners of his eye he could see the musicians begin to take their rest, aimless chatter now filling the room instead of smooth music.
As if the universe wanted to spite him so much for not taking his chance earlier than Jean, because the music had stopped Jean now followed you around, making small conversations between the officials and other royals that now swamp around you. All with the guise of making sure you were safe, as your personal guard he had claims to that.
It wouldāve been more suspicious and awkward if Eren were to be the one in Jeanās place right now.
To irk him even further, Jeanās eyes met Eren and he briefly saw the hints of more mischief in the guardās eyes. Jeanās arm made its way around your shoulders before pulling you away from a conversation you seemed to be getting rather uncomfortable in and pulled you into a more secluded area behind a tall pillar.
The two of you were now alone, chatting whatever Eren couldnāt hear, though it seemed to be amusing for you as you were laughing along with Jean. And he himself held a casual smile on his lips. Devoid of any awkwardness or shyness Eren wouldāve had to try his best to hide if he were to be that close and making you laugh that freely.
Jean glanced once more at a now seething Eren and as if sensing his close to exploding temper, leaned in closer towards you. Not so close that it wouldāve been stifling or weird, but close enough that people who looked at you two wouldāve had speculations you and Jean were closer than a royal and their guard. Of course, much to the annoyance and anger of a certain high-ranked soldier.
Eren, finally ticked off, pushed himself off of the tall pillar, much to the shock, and slight excitement, of his two friends he left behind, to walk over towards the two of you. Jean was the one who saw him first, the corner of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. Triumphantly grinning at the fact that he was able to crack Eren.
āOh Eren! Are you enjoying the party? I havenāt seen you dance with anyone yet.ā
Just before the anger built itself in Erenās throat at the sight of a grinning Jean, your voice immediately calmed him.
āI just hadnāt gotten the chance.ā He spoke softly towards you, leaning down slightly as a curt bow. āIn that case I should introduce you to a few people, there were some eyeing you up and down.ā
Eren might be imagining things but he swore he heard an edge in your voice at the second part of your sentence. But perhaps he was just imagining things.
āWell then your majesty, seeing as how Mikasa is unattended, I think I might ask her to dance.ā Jean suddenly spoke out loud leaning down as he held onto your hand, kissing the top of your palm before briskly moving past Eren. His shoulders bumping into the other man.
Eren scowled for a moment, scoffing at Jeanās play-boyish behaviour. How much audacity would one need to ask the ruler of the kingdom you serve a dance and then move on to another girl immediately.
āThat manās whipped for her,ā you muttered, chuckling slightly, causing Eren to look towards your direction as well. He didnāt get a good look at you throughout the night. But now here you stood in all your glory.
There werenāt enough words of flattery to truly describe how immaculate you dressed. Formal-wear truly was made to be worn by you. The colours of your kingdom flattered your complexion as you caried yourself with the utmost grace. Eren couldnāt help but be enamoured by everything you have to offer.
āAre you there Lieutenant?ā as your hand waved in front of his eyes Eren snapped out of his daze once more, āUh, yeah, yeah Iām fine.ā You responded in an amused smile.
āHas the war gotten to your mind?ā You asked, āI hosted this party to make sure you and your soldiers loosen up a little, even the commander seems finally relaxed, though I have no doubt his brilliant mind is still racing of ways to win this war. Why donāt you relax?ā
Erenās heart stammered against his chest as you placed a hand on top of his shoulders, lightly massaging his tense muscles with a calm smile. Unaware of the amount of bravery it took for you to make this kind of move.
āWell yeah, relaxing would be ideal, but I just keep on thinking about our tactics and such.ā Eren tried to cover up his flustered expression with thoughts of war.
āThen donāt think,ā you stated, āNot for tonight at least, come on, dance with me.ā You took his hand in yours and was just about to lead him to the dance floor as the music played once more when he halted his movement.
āBut your majesty, I donāt think itād be very appropriate.ā You turned towards him and rolled your eyes, lightly hitting his chest, āWell, consider it an order. Now you canāt do anything but dance with me.ā
Erenās breath hitched in his throat, unaware at how sly you could get, as he let you pull him through the crowd and back to the dance floor. Immediately you placed one of your hand on the side of his arm, the other holding onto his, instinctively he placed his other hand, the one not holding yours, on your waist. As the two of you swayed against the music, you looked up at him with a bright smile.
Causing a small blush to creep into his face.
āThatās the lieutenant right? Heās rather dashing.ā Erenās head snapped towards the direction of the whispers.
Only to be met with a giggling group of royals in the corner of the room staring at him with heart eyes.
āYou talk about it not being appropriate to dance with me, yet you break your attention from your dance partner. Iād say thatās more inappropriate than dancing with your ruler.ā
Your sharp tone caused him to immediately divert his attention back towards you, only to notice the way your brows were slightly furrowed and the slightly tightened hold you had on him. A part of him knew the next statement heād deliver would be extremely inappropriate to say to someone of your stature. But his mischievous nature just couldnāt help it.
āI had simply looked to a different part of the room your majesty, you seemed disturbed by it.ā Eren stated, āDare I say, jealous?ā
Your eyes widened ever so slightly. Since when did he became such a smooth talker. A confident Eren was an annoying one. If he wanted to play this kind of game, so be it.
āDo you think I was blind to feel your eyes boring into my skin as I danced with my guard? If weāre talking about jealousy, Iād say youāre the jealous one Lieutenant.ā
Erenās face exploded in a burst of red. Not expecting that kind of response at all from someone like you. Though he shouldāve seen it coming, you did have a penchant of teasing everyone and anyone you could.
āWell I-ā he couldnāt say anything.
Not when heās got his tongue tied in a loop from how incredible you looked in front of him right now holding him as the two of you danced.
āCat got your tongue Lieutenant?ā you teased even more.
Eren didnāt even answer at this point, completely enamoured and flustered to think about what to respond with. In normal matters, not responding to a royalās question wouldāve been seen as incredibly disrespectful. But you, simply giggled at his mouth, opening and closing. As if wanting to say something only to have it get stuck in his throat.
As the song end Eren groaned mentally, he didnāt want the intimate moment to end. Though the fates mustāve been hearing his pleas, as even after you two bowed at each other signifying the end of the dance. Your hand never left his as you pulled him back towards the silent corner.
āUnfortunately Lieutenant, I have a lot of socializing I need to attend to, cons of being a royal,ā you shrugged, āBut, Iād love to quell your jealous nature at another time.ā
You giggled, leaning towards him to leave a very quick and chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. So quick in fact that he didnāt even realize you had done it. The only evidence of the action was the clammy feeling on the corner of his lips where you had kissed, residue from the balm you had used to moisturize your lips for the occasion.
Eren stood there even as you slinked back to the crowd flawlessly. He was absolutely dumbfounded. Much to the entertainment of the watchful audience that were his friends.
āYou planned this didnāt you?ā Armin spoke softly towards the taller brunette beside him.
āIf only you heard how many times their majesty complained about Eren not taking the hint. Youād have planned their marriage.ā Jean chuckled, reminiscing the times he had to listen to your rants. As his personal guard, you had told him basically everything.
āPlus, I got a dance with Mikasa that way as well.ā He whispered that last part just towards Armin; not wanting Mikasa and Sasha to hear him.
āDo you think heās going to move any time soon?ā Sasha queried, āNo, heās going to be frozen until we pull him away from that spot.ā Mikasa muttered, sighing at how ridiculous Eren looked right now.
EDIT!!! I wrote this a while back and I'm just posting it now, anyways this will be my last writing-related post! Please do read this announcement if you have time!
The future of this theater (srs announcement timeeeee)
Hm
Where to start?
(Ps this is going to be so if any of you are lazy to read I suggest to scrollllll to where the bolded parts are in they're the important points)
I'm sure many of you had a feeling this was coming to be honest.
For quite some time now, I haven't been that happy about this blog, I haven't had the motivation to continue writing here. I've all but lost interest in almost all of the animes I write for.
Added with the fact that my Comics (DC and Marvel) obsession has just started to resurface again (thank you DC vs Vampires and Moon Knight) I've lost most interest on writing for anime in general (except One Piece but I'll touch on that later on).
I have decided to leave this blog. I'm going to do some requests that I really like, the others I'll clear out, and then I'll leave for a different blog.
I'm planning on making a Comic centred account where I'll be writing for characters centred around the Bat Family, Daredevil, and Moon Knight. If anyone would like to know the name of the account (which already has a few fanfics in its drafts) don't be afraid to message me!
Now that doesn't mean this blog will be deleted or anything of the like. I will be leaving this blog as is so that if any of you would like to revisit my works or anything like that you can do so as please.
But I will no longer be active on this blog starting at around mid June, since there's still some things I want to post here!
If I'm being completely honest my last ditch was the Valentines day event. Which.... yeah... sorta did help me get back my groove, but also gave me a feeling of intense burden. Like oh these people really want their fics and I'm just here doing nothing.
So, for the people still waiting on their valentine's fics requests. I regret to inform you that they're never coming :( What can I say I get bored.
Anyways, extra info I don't know if I will end up doing this or not but I will (maybe) be making a different One Piece centred account and if you guys want to see that too hmu!!!
And that concludes the announcement.
We here at Credits Theaters wish our (newly) 500 strong audiences the best of times during our two year stay. We hope our archived films will keep all of you entertained. Until the next time, we open our curtains once more.
(thank you for 500 followers btw it literally just hit after I finished making this lmao)
A Letter For The One I Love Most
Erwin Smith
1k words
Dear Y/n,
If youāre reading this now, that means Iāve met my untimely demise. As you know Iām not one to really beat around the bush and I think itās better to say that now than to wait until youāre halfway through the letter to know Iām never coming back. I have entrusted this letter to a couple of people, Commander Pixis of the Garrison Regiment, Captain Levi Ackerman of the Scout Regiment, and Captain Hange Zoe of the Scout Regiment. Iāve told them where this letter is kept and who to give it to when I have finally closed my eyes forever.
It probably pains you to read this, just imagining your expression causes my heart to ache. Itās truly unfair how fate places us here, within the confines of three walls, caged like prey just waiting to be devoured. But, who knows, if life wouldāve been normal, I mightāve never met you that fateful day. For that at least, Iām thankful.
Thankful for you, the person who always waits on our bed, waiting for me.
I know I promised that I would always come back to you, no matter how long an expedition took or how injured I am. I promised Iād always make my way back to you. My home. My comfort. My love.
This time though, Iām not coming home. I explicitly told Hange, Pixis, and Levi to only give you this letter when there is someone to vouch that I was dead. That they see with their own two naked eyes that I was dead. Therefore, if you are receiving this letter, please rest, you might not have a body to bury and if that is the case, Iām sorry.
But please, donāt stay up late waiting for me to return, itāll only hurt you more. And who knows? If there is life after death, I could be watching you, and seeing you hurt yourself for me would only ache my heart even more.
I tried to stay strong writing this, keep my composure, yet, the more words I lay with ink on this piece of paper. The more I realize how painful this would be. Oh, how I ache to one day be free from this world, learn why the titans act the way they act, learn why the history books seem so odd. How I ache to see the day you and I are free to roam this world, and then when everythingās done, Iāll show you this letter and laugh.
Laugh at how pessimistic I was being that I would die. Then youād scold me, like you always did, with a smile on your face, telling me that I was preparing for the worse, thus jinxing me. Then youād embrace me and Iāll feel your warmth, our hearts beating as one.
I donāt want to continue this letter.
I wish I could continue living in this fantasy. But I have chosen freedom and the truth over my own personal feelings. I know youāll understand, you always did, and in time, youāll accept it.
For the ones who lived to tell another tale without me, donāt loathe them. If I died, it would mean I sacrificed my life for the better, perhaps leading my men into battle once more. Donāt loathe the survivors, love, I know it might be hard to accept their survival when I have met my untimely demise.
I love you.
I love you more than I could ever fathom in words. I am no poet, I am simply a man that has a way with words, or so you say. It would seem years of motivating my men into battle have shaped me into somewhat of a poet.
Nevertheless, I could never find the words to express my love for you.
Every time I look at you, my heart aches as a smile twitches my mouth upwards. You looked amazing that day I met you in the bakery, even years after our first meeting you still look as amazing as you did back then. Itās ridiculous how head over heels I am for you.
Iāll serve the entire world on a silver platter if you so ask me to.
But youāve never asked me for anything. The fact that I came home after every long mission was enough for you. Even if it was only for one night in a couple months that I shared your bed, you didnāt complain. You nagged and teased sure, but you never held any ill-intent.
I knew your only hope was for me to come home, and I hate that I might have to ruin that promise of me to you. If you have gotten this letter from someone other than me, that means I have broken it. Broken the one promise you asked me to keep. Broken the one thing you asked of me.
Iām sorry.
I love you so much it makes my chest tighten whenever you even spare me a glance.
How a deity like you could even let me get this close will always be a mystery to me. A mystery, for once, that I donāt care to solve.
I donāt want you to hold onto my death for long so Iāll end this letter in a few more sentences.
Take your time my love, take your time in grieving me. Donāt feel pressured to move on too quickly. But donāt drown in your own darkness. I know how youāve always been the type to worry yourself half to death. So, for my dying wish, promise me youāll continue living and move on.
Promise me that one day youāll look at my portraits and trinkets not with regret, anger, sadness, but with a fond memory of not what was lost, but what was once there.
My love for you is bigger than this world can truly imagine, and if the unthinkable can happen, a devil such as I love an angel such as you, then you can get through this and move on. Perhaps love again?
Though I donāt know if my spirit if there does exist such a thing, wouldnāt torment whoever you chose to be your next lover.
My love, take your time.
Iāll see you on the other side.
Signed, Erwin Smith, the man who will never stop loving you
Hi there! This is a different concept then how I usually write with but I hope you guys enjoyed this either way! I know for a goddamn fact that Erwin would have thought about every single terrible way you would've grieved him but when the time comes to write the letter (cause he realized he's fallen in love too hard) he'd go blank and write what he feels instead and that... that just hurts me.
