A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my first Erekuri/Erehisu fanfic.
This ship needs more love, so please, do enjoy this piece. I headcanon both Frieda and Historia to be ballerinas in a modern au. Idk why, I just imagine them to be classy, graceful dancers in general. For this fic in particular, I will be using 'Historia' rather than 'Krista,' mainly because I find Historia easier to write and because, well, it's her real name. (Also, Historia's characterization is important in regards to her relationship with Eren in canon. Although they share a platonic bond in the manga/anime, Eren had stated that he disliked 'Krista' but admired 'Historia.')
I'd also like to mention that I ship Historia with multiple people. I ship her hardcore with Ymir, I ship her with Reiner, and I low-key like the idea of Arukuri as well. However, Erehisu is my fave pairing for her and given that there's not a whole lot of content for my fellow erehisu shippers, I'm more than happy to contribute this!
(Ship wars are dumb. I'm way too old for that kind of juvenile stuff lol.)
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Prologue
She was as graceful as a gazelle. Her movements free like a bird. Enchanting as a butterfly, floating delicately above in whimsical patterns.
A single light shone directly on the poised ballerina as she glided romantically around the stage, senses numb as she lost herself in the whirl of flawless arabesques and pirouettes. Accompanied by a deep crescendo flourishing from the strings of a cello, the pas suel was meeting a ceremonious end, falling elegantly succeeding the euphoric climax.
She lowered herself to the floor, arms in a halo above her head as the finale drew nearer and nearer still.
Grand red curtains slowly aligned to merge together.
Her world was spinning on a continuous axis, sparkling blue eyes gazing intimately at the audience in the majestic concert hall before disappearing behind the curtains.
It was beautiful. It was perfect.
Finito.
The audience rose from their seats, giving Prima ballerina Frieda Reiss's performance a standing ovation.
Roses were hurled onto the stage, petals hailing from balconies and strewn frivolously about as though it were confetti at a spectacular parade.
Among the masses of balletomanes, a curious young girl sat quietly in the front row, overtaken by a powerful wondrous awe. She was inspired by her sister's performance, and vowed to one day be up there with her on stage, dancing variations from classics like The Nutcracker and Coppelia.
When I grow up, she thought, I want to be just like you, Frieda.