What Are The Best Erwin Smith Fanfics That Focus On His Wartime Trauma And Vulnerability?

The end of the world was upon us, but there weren't enough spots for evacuation. The roars of the zombies echoed in my ears as my fiancé, Oliver, gritted his teeth and pulled me onto the rescue vehicle—securing the last available seat. I arrived safely at the survivor base. Lina, his first love, did not. The zombies tore her apart. Oliver still went through with our marriage, but I never expected that he had only done so to make me suffer. In his eyes, I was the one who had killed Lina. If she had to endure such agony, then I should, too. For five years, he hated me. My life was worse than that of a stray dog scavenging for food on the street. On the day my divorce was finalized, he kidnapped me, dragged me into the wilderness, and wrapped his fingers around my throat. Then, he threw us both into the swarm of the undead. When I opened my eyes again, I was somehow reborn on the day the apocalypse began. The rescue team was shouting impatiently, "One more! We have room for one more—hurry!" I turned to Oliver, watching his hesitation. Then, with a quiet smile, I took a step back and let someone else have the last seat.

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.

In a drought-ravaged apocalypse, I kept our entire apartment block alive with my “watermaker” ability. But when I grew weak, my neighbors shattered my limbs and turned me into a living water source. Later, when raiders stormed in, they dragged me out to take the blade for them, only to realize that even my severed arms could still produce water. So, they shouted about “saving humanity,” then shoved me into the crowd and fled in the chaos. People rushed forward one after another, tearing at my flesh. But I didn’t die. What was left of me fell into the hands of a monster, and I was subjected to inhuman torment day after day. Ten years later, when the apocalypse finally ended, that monster tossed me into an incinerator. Only then did I die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment I first awakened my ability, just as my neighbor knocked on the door, begging for water.

Join me on this journey to discover how a stoic and cold soldier who had lost all hope after losing his eyesight in battle, falls in love with the person he least imagined - his help.

I was the daughter of a human noble house, and I married the man I'd fallen for at first sight: Adrian, heir to the vampire Prince. Adrian was unfailingly gentle with me. Every wedding anniversary, jewelry arrived at my door. Everyone said I was the luckiest woman alive. What they didn't know was that on our wedding night, Adrian told me not to let myself hope for anything from him. The anniversary gifts were chosen by his assistant. He never once celebrated with me. In ten years of marriage, Adrian went through more lovers than I could count. Every time, I was the one who wrote the check and dismissed the women he'd grown tired of. This time, I cleaned up after him as usual. That night, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, buried his face in my shoulder, and murmured his praise. “Elena, I always knew you were the sensible one.” I gave a faint smile and slipped out of his arms. “I can do you one last favor.” “Let's get a divorce.” The gentle smile stayed on his lips. Only his eyes went cold for the space of a breath. “Don't be like this. I'll spend more time with you these next few days.” When I turned my face away, Adrian assumed I was slipping back into my old self. I would weep, demanding to know why he couldn't even try to love me. But he didn't know. This time was different. I was dying, and soon I'd be leaving him for good.

Evelina Vellmore transmigrates into an interstellar beast universe, and that's not even the most shocking part. The original Evelina is described as the fake princess who's an Inferior-class drama queen. Faced with the fate of being forsaken by all, driven to exile, and starved to death, Evelina decides she's not going to take it lying down. There are two years to go before the real princess comes back, right? In that case, she'll make the most of the time to get everything she can—people, money, and powerful connections! While she doesn't dare set her sights on the males who eventually become the real princess' court of suitors, what about the spares hovering on the edge of her orbit whom she uses and abandons? Well, Evelina is more than happy to sweep them up for herself! She finds Jasper Lunareth, the young wolfkin who's lying half-dead in a cage in the slave market, and whisks him away at once. Cedric Sinclair, the genius doctor who's psychologically scarred from his family's ill treatment that eventually leaves him disfigured? She's definitely saving that poor thing. She hasn't forgotten about Victor Nolwyn either, the foxkin who's just a pawn in his family's eyes and a money tree in the real princess' eyes. Then there's the brooding, hate-filled Elias Ashmore, whom the Star Federation throws out, and Armand Morcant, the fierce and untamable leader of the space pirates. But at some point, Evelina jolts. Something feels wrong. She's only been trying to pick up some of the crumbs the real princess casts aside. Why have they climbed into her bed? Even Gideon Vellmore, her cold and commanding adopted older brother, starts looking at her strangely… Everyone says that Evelina is a C-class Inferior female, the black sheep of the royal family whose only talent in life is throwing herself at males. But then she undergoes her second awakening and becomes the only SSS-class female in all of Centoria. She quells the front lines, absorbs the space pirates, establishes diplomatic alliance with the Star Federation, and comes to hold the very lifeline of Centoria. Thus, when the real princess shows up, armed with a system, she's completely stunned. Why is it that the males she has chosen can't hold a candle to the Inferior-class Evelina's husbands? And why is it that she can't even snatch those husbands away from Evelina? Meanwhile, as each one of the males she brought back takes turns to pull her in, Evelina massages her sore waist and sighs. "Help! I can't keep up at all!"