#freckledsunshinesoldier

[hanjis-laboratory]

let's see..I owe replies to:

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moblit-bahner

2 replies to fiftyshadesofrico

freckled-sunshine-soldier 

blackfreedomwings

eren-jaegerrr

ask-ian-dietrich

I'm so sorry I'm slow ;A; 

[squadleaderrivaille-blog]

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Shivers, he literally got shivers running across his whole skin when the nail of a finger went along the back of his neck, and turning around showed him a taller, such a surprise, black-haired male, freckles adorning his cheeks. ".. To think you're said to be some sort of saint, is that just a mask of yours?"

[squadleaderrivaille-blog]

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To: That one kid that's always smiling seriously what's up with thatSubject: [no subject]

- Erwin, yur car just crashd itself into a treee -

-I had nthing to do with it-

-FUCK YOUR NOT ERWIIN-

-.. . I never textedd you dont yo dare tell anyon-

[erenhardheadedjaeger]

Don't mind me just gonna, you know. -sits here-

Oh. Fine... Is there anything you wanna tell me? Don't get me wrong, you can sit here if you want for no reason at all...

[danchou-isnt-armed]

"With your actions earlier, I was wondering..did you want to end it with me or something? I mean, you wouldn't even help me stay solid.. Are you over me already?" Marco had a truly hurt look on his face. "I really love you ...but..if you want to end it, you can I won't stop you.."

Shit. 

He’d fucked up. 

Or, for better terminology, was still fucking up—the very sight of the small boy, caused him to divert his eyes. He couldn’t even look at him without getting flustered. He rang his hands together, silently twiddling them between one another. 

If he was in the right state of mind, he would have said reassuring words—No, this wasn’t what I want at all, something is wrong, please Marco, understand this—but instead, all he managed to get out was half of a chocked sob. 

"N-no Marco," he stammered, eyes fixated on a set place on the floor. Erwin could feel his hands shake slightly as he spoke, palms sweating nervously. "Marco, I don’t want that—Shit Marco, I really don’t,” his voice was quite, quivering slightly. 

[danchou-isnt-armed]

A transparent Marco walked up to Erwin. "Help me, I'm disappearing, kiss me."

"Marco, are you alright—" Erwin paused, glancing down at the youth before him. He blinked, head cocked curiously as he watched him speak. 

Dull thoughts pressed in his mind as he took in the words. Did Marco always look so cute? Did he always have a tiny gleam in his eyes? Erwin felt his cheeks redden, and he glanced away from the small, freckled soldier. 

"M-Marco—" he stammered. Shit, why couldn’t he keep his composure? He’d spoken to him on several occasions without any sort of pitting fear in his chest, and Erwin wasn’t one to mince words. 

"Marco, I— I can’t." Erwin clamped a hand over his mouth, shaking his head slightly. 

[danchou-isnt-armed]

//That magic!anon was definitely freckled-sunshine-soldier and nothing can convince me otherwise

[danchou-isnt-armed]

Marco sat in Erwin's chair, having finally got up all the decorations without the commander knowing, the finally touch was the mistletoe above the seat he had temporarily claimed as his own as he waited in the darkened office. The whole thing was meant to be a surprise for the man,knowing he had been exceptionally stressed lately. MArco seemed like he had been waiting for an eternity, when the door handle moved. Sitting up, he smiled.

Erwin exhaled, the quite drone of the day taking tole on his mentality. His body ached—muscles tired from both physical exertion and stress— all he wanted was to sit and rest for the taint few hours of the day left. 

A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he reached his office. He still had a few more things he needed to take care of, and while his physical self complained for rest, his mind kept him stead going towards where mountainous paperwork laid. Jiggling at the doorknob, he pushed past his door, feeling the stead urge to return back to his room—

Flicking on the lights, he blinked, adjusting his eyes to the new environment of his office. It was decked out in holiday—twinkling lights invaded his vision, followed by festive decorations littering the office grounds. Of course, all of this was minor compared on what laid in the middle of his desk. 

Or at least, who was on his desk. He blinked, eyeing the freckled boy across the top of it. 

"Marco, what—" he began, confusion clouding his thoughts as he watched the boy curiously.