#aruani ambassadors

[annawayne]

Far from the crowd

[crystalclear97]

and why should I deny what's all at once so crystal clear?

as usual, I hope you like it 🤍

[distortedclouds]

Ok I've been holding on to this for forever, but:

Post-Rumbling Armin can't look at himself in the mirror! That's why Annie has to either do or fix his tie in the morning and help him shave often because it's unsightly to have that many cuts as an ambassador

The others also keep track to warn him about his hair before a meeting and give a few pointers on "where" and "how" because he won't turn to look in the hallway mirror behind him

He learns of his undereye bags and pale face from people's reactions. In fact, that's maybe the only time he does look in the mirror; it's to confirm how he feels on the inside

Armin also won't look at Any photographes of himself. They're even worse because the photographer often spends time perfecting Armin's pose with the lighting and everything. He looks grand. Almost like he's worth a lot. Armin hates those photographs and the fact that this is how the world is going to remember him. This would also explain why he has that ugly-ass haircut post-canon lol

[katy-pawz]

♡︎ @armin-week-2024 - Day 7: "All eyes are on you, Mr. ambassador + Haircut ♡︎

had a hard time again choosing one prompt for d7 so combination of the two prompts go brrr 😁😁🔥🔥✅✅

[the-last-thread-of-my-sanity]

Hi Pam!

Hope you're doing well, and thank you for your ‘on the path that led me to you’! 🫂This story is really engaging and interesting to follow, to see your input into canon events, that perfectly fits into the lore and fills a lot of "missing" scenes.

As you've expressed that you would love to have some fluff aside stories Post-canon... Oh well, you know, I'm absolutely weak against AruAni domestic fluff. feat Ambassadors Family.

And I was thinking, if I may ask you to have some small continuation of your other wonderful oneshot, "to save what we have"? Take all the creative freedom you have, just something related to this particular story and some aftermath.

Thank you in advance, take care and wish you all the best :3

Anna!! Thanks so much for the prompt- sorry it took a while to respond! I was very much looking forwarding to writing this, just needed to think of a scenario to put them in. I definitely tried to lean into the ‘domestic’ and ‘family’ aspects of it.

I am grateful you requested this, because I have been finding myself wanting to return to this story/era so much lately 🥰

The story is posted under the cut- I will get around to posting to AO3 soon hopefully.

Update- you can still read below but this is also now published on AO3 as Part 2 of ‘to save what we have’ —> https://archiveofourown.org/works/59811097

“Stop squirming- hold still…” Annie said, glancing up and eyeing Armin where his arm was extended towards her across the table. She pressed the sterile cotton ball with tweezers into the wound across her husband’s forearm. The bullet had carved a clear trail through the flesh right above his wrist- and despite his grumbling she was determined to be diligent about cleaning and redressing it every day.

Armin peered over at her from where he was reading the newspaper. She eyed him carefully, pressing the alcohol soaked cotton back into the deepest section of his wound. He hissed a little through his teeth.

“I know you’re making faces behind that newspaper.” She murmured, leaning closer to inspect her handiwork.

“No I’m not…” Armin muttered back, shaking the paper straight where it had started to droop at the top.

“Yes he is.” Pieck chimed in with her sing-song voice. She was mixing flour into dough at the kitchen counter next to the table. Reiner chuckled with laughter, the bacon in the pan he was flipping over sizzling.

Annie found she appreciated the smell of the cooking meat- she had always enjoyed sweet things for breakfast, which Pieck was obliging with her cinnamon roll recipe- but lately she had been craving salty and savory foods.

Maybe their baby would prefer those kinds of foods, she thought absently as she smiled to herself, passing her free hand over the swell of her stomach.

They had been in the safe house for a week- giving the authorities time to search for the extremists’ base of operations. They were being incredibly thorough at Armin’s insistence. The captain of the guard had ensured them that his men wouldn’t rest until the rot had been cut out.

She knew there was likely to be political fallout from this- the night of the gala was important for a lot of reasons and it represented the results of years of work for the ambassadors and other world leaders allied with their cause. For the event to be cut short so violently would have consequences and potentially undo some of their hard-won progress.

But she couldn’t be concerned about the world right now. She could only be concerned about her world. And right now that was Armin, the child growing inside her, and the four other ambassadors she had come to think of as allies, then friends, and more recently as family.

And all was relatively right with her world at the moment. Armin, despite his grimacing, would heal from his injury with nothing more than a scar. Her friends were resting and enjoying their private time together after so many weeks in the public eye.

And for herself… she was coming to terms with her pregnancy all over again now that everyone knew about it.

She wasn’t feeling as sick as she had a few weeks ago. And despite the more visible changes to her body that had alarmed her at first, two weeks ago was the first time she had felt her child move and it had been so quietly thrilling that it was all she could do not to reveal their secret right in the droll policy meeting they were sitting in.

Armin had spent that night petting and doting on her, transfixed by the growing bump and talking to their baby. She had been a little embarrassed of the extra attention at first, but to see the hopeful smile that lit up his eyes… it made her remember why she had agreed to do this with him in the first place.

She wanted to give him something special- something to make up for all of the things he had lost. Even if it was scary, even if the symptoms weren’t easy. She had taken so much from the world… lives and hopes and futures. But now she could create it herself just by loving him. It didn’t seem real. It didn’t seem possible. Her? After everything?

At the same time, though, thanks to Armin she had learned to accept all sorts of things she didn’t think she deserved.

She finished cleaning the wound and tying off the gauze, smoothing her thumb across the cotton as she delicately held his wrist. Armin placed the newspaper to the side, smiling knowingly at her with the upturned corner of his lips, before sliding his arm from her soft grip and rising out of the chair to come and stand behind her.

She had been bent over the table, and she hadn’t realized how slumped and poor her posture had been until she sat back, feeling Armin begin to massage her shoulders. She leaned her head back for him to press a kiss on her forehead, and she closed her eyes, smiling as she stretched her feet out in front of her beneath the table. She found herself resting her hands atop her protruding stomach. She hummed contentedly as her husband continued kneading the tense muscles around her neck.

She opened one eye at the sound of Reiner chuckling. He waved his tongs over at her, and she raised a brow at him. “Never thought I’d see the day when Annie was pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen.” She frowned a bit, and Armin scoffed good-naturedly behind her.

She closed her eyes again, pressing her hand on her lower belly where her child was moving and kicking. “I’m not the one frying bacon in a frilly apron.” She said back nonchalantly, and she heard Pieck’s snicker as she continued to whisk her batter.

“I’m not about to have grease splatter on my shirt…” He defended glumly, turning back towards the stove top.

Armin leaned in to give her another kiss on the cheek before he knelt down next to her chair, placing his hands delicately next to hers where their child was moving. “How is our squish this morning?”

Annie snorted a bit at his newest nickname for their child. ‘Squish’ had caught on last week, replacing ‘little bean’ in the rotation of terms of endearment. She grabbed his hand, pressing it on her side right below her ribs.

“Active.” She said with a sigh, but the contentment in her voice bled through anyway.

“That’s good… maybe they’ll decide it’s better to be active in the morning than at night.” He added, his eyes lighting up with that infectious enthusiasm.

“How would the baby know what time it is anyway?” Pieck wondered aloud.

Armin straightened a bit to look at her, and Annie could sense from his expression that he was mentally flipping through a catalogue of books he’d read about prenatal development. He read them aloud to her at night sometimes, while she curled into his chest and tried her best not to nod off.

“At a certain stage, they can hear voices and respond to light… I imagine the baby knows when it’s dark and quiet it may be nighttime. Not the concept of night, of course, that’s absurd but… the sensation of it maybe?” He posited and Annie bit her lip to keep from smiling at the inquisitive look on his face that she knew so well.

“Voices, huh? Think the baby might recognize my voice?” Reiner asks.

“That’s not an invitation to talk more.” Annie teased with a glare.

“When are you going to start acting kind and motherly?” Reiner teased back with a shake of his head.

“I could stand to be a lot nicer to you if you would hurry up with that bacon.” She said adjusting in the chair as she crossed her arms.

“Since when did you start wanting meat for breakfast?” Pieck said, starting to roll out the dough with a rolling pin. She turned to Annie with a little pout, and Annie rolled her eyes.

She glanced over at Armin, a teasing grin on her face. “It’s what our squish wants, I guess.”

Armin smiled back at her, pressing a quick kiss to her middle before standing. He crossed over to help Pieck roll the dough into spirals and coat them with cinnamon sugar.

Annie busied herself with packing up the first aid kit for a moment, before all four of their heads turned at the sound of the door opening from the back of the house and heavy footsteps coming towards them.

She furrowed her brows when Jean and Connie practically tripped over themselves entering the kitchen, piling armloads of shopping bags on the table.

“What’s all this? I thought you were just meeting with the dignitaries in our place this morning.” Armin asked, swiveling around to face them and fix them with his own puzzled expression.

“We did- but then we passed by a marketplace on our way back and-“ Jean started.

“And we found the greatest stuff for Baby Arlert!” Connie spurted out, diving into one of the bags and pulling out a tiny quilted blanket.

Armin laughed, rubbing at his temples with one hand as she shook his head at him. Connie only continued to dig out more items from the bag as Jean jostled it back and forth between them- arguing that he wasn’t giving anyone enough time to appreciate the purchases.

Annie bit her lip, reaching out with one hand to touch a small stuffed rabbit. It had silken ears and a frilly ribbon tied around it’s neck. It’s button eyes and nose glistened under the light. She rubbed one of it’s floppy ears between her fingers.

She wasn’t really paying attention to the teasing and good-natured griping around her, as Pieck and Reiner continued to pester Jean for his out of control shopping habits, and Jean continued to pester Connie for trying to take credit for the gifts.

Instead, she ran her fingertips across a tiny smocked sleeping frock that was laid out on the table, before holding it up by the sleeves.

It was so small. Her baby was going to be so small. She tried to imagine a minuscule little person, with blonde hair and blue eyes filling out the little garment.

She felt tears brimming in her eyes, and before she knew it she was sniffling. Had her father ever dressed her in something precious like this? Had she ever been treated like a soft small child who was wanted and loved?

But their baby would have that. Their baby would have Armin as a father. Their baby would have so many people who cared for them.

“Annie? Are you alright?” Jean’s voice cut through her thoughts, and she realized that a tear had slipped down onto her cheek.

She startled a bit, looking over at Armin’s concerned face. She bit her lip, blushing a bit as she smoothed the frock out carefully with her palms on the table in front of her. “It’s just… so small.” She said finally.

“Of course it is, it’s for you and Armin’s baby.” Connie joked and Jean elbowed him lightly.

She felt Armin tucking her hair behind her ear lightly, standing behind her as she continued to trace the delicate embroidery on the hem with her fingertip, blinking back tears and sniffling.

When she finally looked up at him, she found herself standing up to tuck herself into his arms as he pet soothing circles into her back. She laid her head on his shoulder and clutched his sweater in her hands as he laughed a little in his chest.

“Yes, Annie. Our baby will be small and soft and little.” He said, his voice low.

She sighed, slackening a bit. She knew there were a million other words said to her in that simple phrase. About how their baby would be grow up in a world where it was safe to be small and soft and little. About how they were all working to make the world a better place for them to grow up in- but no one was working harder than Armin himself.

She turned to face Jean and Connie again, Armin’s arm still wrapped around her shoulder, and gave them both a small appreciative smile.

“Small and soft and spoiled more like- how much did you spend on all of this, Jean?” Pieck teased, dusting her hands off on her skirt as she finished slipping the cinnamon rolls into the oven.

“It doesn’t matter how much I spent.” He said crossing his arms petulantly.

“Are you trying to win some sort of contest for the favorite uncle before the kid’s even born?” Reiner asked, placing the bacon he’d finished preparing on a plate as he turned off the burner.

“There’s no such contest- but if there were I wouldn’t be worried about competition from you or Connie.” Jean said.

Reiner harrumphed a bit to himself, but sidled on the other side of the table to place the plate of bacon down in front of Annie’s chair.

She let out a relieved sigh, sinking heavily back into the chair as Armin let out a laugh. She was already shoving a strip of bacon into her mouth before she even sat down. It smelled so good, after all, and she had waited so long to eat it.

Reiner crossed his arms at Jean, giving him a self-satisfied smirk. “See, I’m giving the baby what it really wants.”

“This is very sweet of you all, but please don’t turn this into some kind of twisted made up pecking order.” Armin said, his voice already sounding disappointed and tired, his hands hanging at his sides.

Annie smiled to herself as she continued helping herself to the food, each of her friends around her pulling out a chair to sit down and continuing to discuss the baby, and the gifts, and their petty grievances laced with love and familiarity.

She slipped her hand into Armin’s when he settled into the chair next to the left of hers. She traced her thumb lightly over the gauze again as she glanced down at his hand before looking up to his face. His eyes were wrinkled with laughter as Connie held up the frock underneath his chin and Pieck plopped a tiny bonnet on his head.

It warmed her heart to know how easy it was for him to smile. A week ago they had almost lost everything. She had lost sleep over it a couple nights, remembering... dreaming of a different outcome. But all she had to do was reach for him in her sleep, his hand finding the slope of her stomach as he pulled her towards his chest to hold her close. To hold them close.

All was well… in her world. And despite how hard it was to imagine being any happier than this, she knew it could only get better from here.

[moonspirit]

We need a moment for Annie’s flexibility. Cause I bet u it freaks the others out.

She will just be chilling with her legs bent over her head, comfortable as ever and someone will walk in (probably Reiner) and scream cause how is she doing that!

And once she realizes how much it freaks the others out she starts doing it all the time! Back bends, splits everything!

(Obviously armin already knew she was flexible though, as it does come in handy)

Aha, it's Annie Flexibility Hours 😏

You know anon, I think once Annie realizes it freaks everybody out, she's going to use that skill to her advantage. In escaping Pieck's nosy hours. In fighting Jean. In showing off to Connie as he proceeds to name all her different positions weird things like "happy spider" and "demon from hell". The most fun she has is when she wants to bully Reiner (for no reason) and decides to wait for him in the dark room while on all fours in reverse and then proceeds to make him scream when he notices. 10/10 Unrestrained All-Season Fun.

With Armin though, instead of creeping him out, it only serves to make him more fascinated xD Imagine she's sitting in a way he's never seen before and Jean goes "oh my GOD Annie's doing her weird thing again, I SWEAR TO GOD-" before leaving the room all freaked out, Armin's all big-sparkly-eyes and grinning away and whispering in her ear, "I didn't know you could sit like this... I like it <3"

:3

Annie bullies everyone but also gets bullied hard. Nature is balanced :333333

[imthepointe]

personal headcanon that armin can’t hear for 6~ ish hours after coming out of his titan since his colossal doesn’t have ears

and the 104th all learn sign language together to communicate w him (and after the battle of heaven and earth will still sometimes speak in sign language to piss reiner off. annie learns it to support her bf and to communicate nonverbally and pieck simply does not gaf)

[anonnnimaaa]

I don't know if it's a controversial opinion, but I'm very sure that Annie in the post-canon moved away from her father forever. It was a slow, painful process and she made many false steps because that's how it is to set limits in family relationships, but my girl finally got it.

And I don't mean that she did it just because of Armin's presence, it was much more, being with the ambassadors gave her a family, Pieck, Reiner, Jean and Connie also became very important people for her, people with she felt safe.

Because of that family she found, people who understood her, loved her and supported her in difficult times, she was able to realize many things that were wrong with her relationship with her father. So yes, for me Annie ended up moving away from him, flourishing with her new family.

[mimiwrites2000]

‘stop saying my name like that’

Archive of Our Own

She looked around the room, as if she wanted confirmation from anyone or anything around her, to confirm that what she was hearing was true. Her eyes darted at the bookshelves, at the wooden chairs, at the photo frames, at the bottle of wine on the desk�� but they didn’t speak, they just watched her bleed out.

‘I can’t do this anymore.’

He said to her.

‘It’s not working.’

He said to her, not waiting for her to say anything.

‘What do you mean?’

She asked him, and he sighed, taking in a deep breath, reciting the answer he had long memorized in his head for when she would ask that question.

‘We are broken, we are both broken beyond repair—’

‘But that was the whole point, we would heal together, we would heal each other.’

She interrupted him, getting up from her chair and walking towards him, towards the chair behind his desk in that small room on the boat.

‘We will heal together, I will heal you and you will heal me, isn’t that what you told—’

‘That was long ago,’ he interrupted her, ‘that was so long ago.’

‘It hasn’t been a year—’

‘It is a long time,’ he closed all the openings in her face. ‘I was a different person, you were a different person as well.’

She blinked, once, twice, thrice, the tips of her finger fidgeting with the golden band around one of them.

‘But we…’ she tried to say anything, but her tongue tangled in her mouth, and pushed against the roof of her mouth.

‘I…’ he hesitated, getting up from his chair. ‘I know this is not what I promised.’

‘So you are very aware of what you are doing?’ Annie asked him, ignoring the half empty bottle of wine on his desk.

‘I’ve been… thinking about it, for a while, and we are only ruining each other.’

Annie almost asked him if she was ruining him, but she stopped herself, because that was exactly what his words meant.

She was ruining him.

Annie shook her head, ‘I know we are broken, I know, but you’re not supposed to run.’

‘Annie—’

She shook her head, because he called her by her name, he renamed her as Annie, the endless months of my love blown away in one word.

‘You are not supposed to run, I am the one who runs, I am the one who hides, Armin, not you,’ she told him, ‘you can’t just… you can’t do this, we see each other everyday, we are both ambassadors, we work with each other, how are we going to live like this?’

‘I will try to stay out of your sight as much as I can,’ he told her, ‘I will stay away, I promise.’

‘Don’t promise!’ She said, her voice a few notches higher, ‘don’t give me your empty promises!’

‘Annie,’ he called her name, another stab into her chest, ‘I… I promise.’

She looked around the room, as if she wanted confirmation from anyone or anything around her, to confirm that what she was hearing was true. Her eyes darted at the bookshelves, at the wooden chairs, at the photo frames, at the bottle of wine on the desk— but they didn’t speak, they just watched her bleed out.

‘I am sorry, he told her, I didn’t want to let this go on for much longer.’

‘Why?’ She asked him.

‘Because stretching it out it would only make it harder—’

‘No no,’ she interrupted him, ‘why?’

He paused, only for two seconds, until he understood her question, then his answer came out fast and clear. ‘I don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life.’

But he meant something else, and even if he didn’t say it, Annie heard it loud and clear; ‘I don’t want to live with you for the rest of my life.’

He cleared his throat, ‘We’re not doing each other any good, we’re only hurting each other.’

‘You don’t hurt me’ she retorted, but then his words sank in, deep, until they laid on the bottom of her consciousness.

I am the one hurting him.

‘Right…’ she said, taking a step backwards, the first step she took out of his life, ‘right…’

‘I am so sorry,’ he said, reaching out with his hands, but she flinched away.

She never flinched from him before, not when he kissed her for the first time, not when he touched her for the first time.

‘Alright,’ she told him, taking another step backwards, her eyes looking at everything in the room but his eyes, because her sight was getting blurry with unwanted tears, and she didn’t want to see his dry eyes.

‘I’ll… I will go,’ she told him and turned.

She opened the door and stepped outside, but before she closed it, she waited for three seconds.

She waited.

One

Two

Three

But he never called her, he never told her to stop, to come back, that he was wrong—

It never came.

So she closed the door, and went back to her room.

She sat on the edge of her bed, her heart yelling in her ears, and her lungs inflated with so many things to shout, with so many things to let out.

But she didn’t do anything.

She sat on the edge of her bed, the clock on the wall ticked.

Tick

Tok

Tick

Tok

Tick

Tok

Her fingers itched, she wanted to thrash at that clock and stop its arms, to stop time from moving, to stop the world from turning, to freeze time and place and life and everything, because how dare life go on when her chest hollowed with an empty void?

How dare life go on when her heart stopped beating in her chest?

How dare life go on when her ribcage shrinked on her lungs, suffocating her?

She got up, and on the dresser, a small velvety box waited for her.

They didn’t even get a chance to tell their friends.

She picked up the box and flicked it open. She took off the golden band from her finger, placed it in the box, and before she let herself sit back down again, she flung the door open and went out.

Her feet took her to his room, a path that had her feet print dented in it, a path she could take with a blindfold over her eyes.

She stood at the front of his door, and she thought about leaving the box there, on the floor, but no, she must finish what she started.

She knocked on the door three times, and in almost no time, she heard him say come in.

She stepped into his room once again, but she didn’t bother closing the door behind her.

She noticed his visible rigid posture hung over his desk, and she almost asked if he was alright, but pulled back the rein and instead, placed the box on his desk.

‘You didn’t have to give it back…’ he said.

‘I don’t want it,’ she told him.

He pressed his lips together, and then he swallowed. His lips parted to say something but she interrupted him.

‘I never should’ve trusted you, not with my body or with my heart or with anything.’

‘Annie—’

She raised her hand, ‘I was healing, I was starting to heal, I started to enjoy waking up in the morning, I started finding a reason to wake up every morning, but you broke me, you broke me beyond repair.’

He shook his head.

‘And you,’ she continued, ‘should have never wasted your life waiting for me in that basement, and I should have never expected anything from you.’

‘But I don’t regret it—’

‘And I don’t care what you regret or not, because I do regret every moment I spent with you, and I… wanted to give you all of my time, even though I had barely a few years to live.’

Annie continued, ‘and I regret it, I regret it so bad, I regret believing you, and I can't… believe you're doing this to me!’ She no longer controlled her voice; let everyone on that boat hear her, let everyone know that they were crumpling, piece by piece, with every word coming out of her mouth.

‘I don't understand–’

She interrupted him, ‘Yes you do! Or no, you don't! And I know you don't understand!’

Armin sighed, getting up, placing the velvety dark blue box on the desk, and Annie noticed the level of wine in the bottle was lower than before.

‘Annie, please, don't make this harder than it is.’

She shook her head, ‘you're such a liar, a cunning, manipulative liar–’

‘Annie–’

‘–and I see you lie everyday to others, behind podiums and in letters, all you do is lie and yet I believed you, I believed in you, and I believed everything you used to tell me.’

He took a step forward, hesitantly, watching Annie's reaction, carefulif she would flinch again. ‘I meant everything that I used to say.’

‘Liar.’

‘I meant it when I wanted to live the rest of my life with you–’

‘Liar.’

‘–I really did mean it! At that time, I meant it!’

‘You're a liar, you're such a liar,’ Annie took a deep breath and retreated two steps to the door. ‘I hate you,’ she told him, ‘and I hate myself for hating you, but I hate myself more for thinking we had a chance.’

She glared at him, then his image swayed and blurred. Spots on the carpet darkened with every tear dripping down her chin.

Drip

Drip

Drip

‘I hate myself for not seeing this coming,’ she sniffed and wiped one of her cheeks with the palm of her hand. ‘I knew you didn't want to be with me anymore, I felt it, I felt it in your hands, and I felt it each time you kissed me; it felt like you were doing it just because you had to.’

Armin shook his head, ‘That's not true, that's not true, I meant it, everything, I meant it, I really did, please Annie.’

‘Stop saying my name like that,’ she wiped the other cheek with the back of her hand, ‘you’re not bothering yourself with any risk, you're too scared to lose anything.’

‘Annie–’

‘Do you even have anything left to lose?’ She asked him, but she got an answer of silence. The waves outside lulled the boat to sleep, under moonlight, under the endless stars.

Annie left that room, leaving so many things within those four walls, her shoulders lifting up with all the weight left behind. She got to her room as light as a feather, as light as the day she was born.

She didn't give herself a chance to sit by the edge of the bed, instead, she immediately climbed onto it, kicking her shoes off, and wrapping herself with the blankets.

The night was cold, maybe a little bit colder than usual, or maybe it was just her, or maybe the tears on her face made chills of cold coat her body, maybe it was the shaking of her figure that made her fight for her breath.

He usually paced the room if he had a lot of thoughts thrashing in his mind, instead, he sat still behind his desk, watching the void black sea from the small circular window. He didn't bother getting a cup for the wine, he merely sipped it right from the bottle, until the bottle got too light that it slipped from his sweaty grip.

It fell on the wooden floor in a loud thud, then it rolled on itself several times, before it came to a halt, before it swayed again with the boat’s rockabye.

He closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath in.

No, that wasn't right, he couldn't do it.

He couldn't do it.

He got up, leaning on the desk until his sight stabilized and didn't sway anymore, then he left his room, and walked to her room, a room he knew way too well.

He stood in front of Annie’s door, his heart skipping a beat and shuffling through the next three, but despite it, he raised his hand to knock on the door.

Then he stopped.

Soft, low sobs wafted from the room, like snakes that smoothly wrapped around his body, one by one, warm and soft, until they squeezed, bit by bit, leaving his bones crushed and his lungs with everything but breath in them.

His hand hesitated.

Then he let his hand fall beside himself again.

He stood in front of that door, listening to silent cries, until the sun peeked from behind the vast blue horizon, announcing a new day, a new life.

Armin turned and went back to his room, an abandoned velvety dark blue box waited for him on his desk. He opened it, the tips of his fingers delicately picked up the circular golden ring; still warm from her hand.

This is for the better.

This is the best for both of us.

Forgive me, Annie.

~~~~

author’s note:

Happy 1st of December!

I am sorry for writing this, and I’m sorry for sharing it But hey! I have over 20 stories about these two being in love!

I’m just sad, and seasonal depression is hitting hard, all at once, sooooo this is one way to cope… I guess?

[melimpostor]

Hi Meli!

Glad to hear you're in a good mood today, may the days like this be more frequent for you :)

As for the requests, lol, of course, I would ask for AruAni, some of the Ambassadors domestic fluff :3

Thank you 🫶

Heyy, thank you Anna ! ♥ I'm sorry, it's not as fluffy as i wanted first, but i hope it's still okay YvY... Regular homesteady gentle moments !

[annawayne]

Date in Hizuru

[crystalclear97]

finally at home 🩵 art by me

[distortedclouds]

I feel like the only time Armin would manspread is if the other guys get it into his head that he needs to do it to assert dominance as an ambassador during meetings. He comes home and locks himself in his room

When Annie finds out what they made him do they won't know a day of peace afterwards....

[burnt-venus]

Ambassadors aruani!

[the-last-thread-of-my-sanity]

A little post-canon fic focused on Pieck and Annie’s friendship 🤗

Aruani & Jeanpiku

[moonspirit]

I!! MADE!! MORE!!! PICREW ARUANI!

As Ambassadors:

And more Fort Salta because yes: