#eremin drabble

[jeanbie]

the bridge (8) -> part of the 101 days drabble series ; eremin

📂  Two people are walking together across a bridge. Have the story start at the foot of the bridge and end as they step off. Imagine the length of the bridge and how long it might take to get across. Write your story in the time it would take to cross the bridge (around 6 minutes) note: i hand wrote this literally 5 years ago in a notebook (hence why it's short for 6 mins of writing) i'm working hard on my various fics rn but wanted to get creative content out, so here's this itty bitty thing!

Even though Eren crossed this bridge daily to get to work, it felt like it had been years since he’d last been here. He places the blame on Armin, who is walking next to him; it wasn’t the bridge that he hadn’t seen in years, it was him.

“Do you remember when we first came here?” Armin asks.

Eren feels their hands brush as they walk, and he swallows the guilt back down. It has been two years, but it all felt like yesterday.

He nods and Armin notes his silence. He clears his throat suddenly, and then continues: “There were barely any lockets when we first came, but now, look, there’s loads!”

“Yeah.”

Armin pauses. “Do you think ours is still here?”

Yes, Eren wants to say. He looked at it every single time he came across here; it was the obnoxious yellow padlock decorated with stickers and their initials, the key floating somewhere in the river below.

“I, uh, I don’t know.”

“Well, it’s been a long time,” Armin says, and when he looks over and meet Eren's eyes, he smiles. “You probably forgot about it.”

Eren's heart sinks. “Fuck — Look, Armin, I—”

But Armin only shakes his head, laughing softly. “It’s okay. Really, it’s okay. I’m okay. It's been ages, anyway.” He smiles: “We’re okay?”

They were far from okay, too broken to even be repaired. Most separated couples were shattered and able to pick up the pieces, but Eren and Armin were totally shredded, unable to catch the pieces in the wind. 

As Armin steps down off the bridge, he looks back at Eren, a slight glimmer in his eye. Eren stares for a moment, feeling a tug in his heart.

There are so many things he wants to say — so many things he wants to put right before he quite possibly never sees Armin again. How had they gone from being together every day to being strangers, strangers with a locket that now meant absolutely nothing?

He looks between Armin's eyes, running his gaze down the bridge of his nose to his lips, but Eren forces himself to look away, feeling the lump harden in his throat. By the looks of things, Armin was doing fine without him.

Two years had passed. Armin was in a better place. Now, it was Eren's turn to heal the wound festering in his chest, even if it took him another two years to do it.

[marosina]

Eren + Forms of Love

EreMika: Like waking up from a nap, realizing you’ve been allowed to snooze half the day away. The wordless understanding and support of family. A love often taken for granted in the moment, but deeply appreciated in retrospect. A lack of urgency from the sureness of fate that intertwines souls beyond mortality. Comfort.

EreMin: Like being ripped awake from a nightmare so you no longer have to suffer. The confused, and desperate clinging to someone you trust for comfort and direction. A love necessary for survival. For growth. A repeated promise, firm and unwavering, that not even hellfire can cut through. Passion.

Both are needed.

[jjkeremika]

ha(u)nted soldier

description: eren meets you while abroad for war and tells armin about you; written like letters between eren and armin

eren jaeger x fem!reader (also friendship eren x armin)

Dear Armin,

Went into *redacted* to replenish supplies. It's a nice city. I wish I could show it to you. But don't go enlisting and joining me; I need people to come home to.

I met someone today. I went to the local library to find the right words to describe her to you. Ethereal and enrapturing come close, but they're not right. She has this lightness about her. Different. Nice.

Write soon,

E. Jaeger.

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Dear Eren,

Nicer than the last place you told me about? Still no green skies? Annie and I took Erwin Jr. to the new aquarium. They managed to bring in all kinds of marine life from all over the world. When you come home I'll take you!

Ethereal, huh? It would make sense. You'd need an angel to balance you.

I write more frequently than you do,

Sir Armin A-L.

P.S. I wasn't going to enlist anyway.

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Dear Armin,

Stop signing off with 'Sir' like a dick. We get it -- Queen Historia knighted you for a railway system. It's not like you gave your life or anything. I would say I'd hope Junior takes after Annie more, but she's a dick too. He sees Mikasa too right?

I asked her to dinner tonight, apparently she's engaged. Convinced her to walk along the beach with me instead. She captured the sunlight so nicely. They write poems about that right? Can you give me one?

I'm at war dickhead,

E. Jaeger.

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Dear Eren,

I don't believe you need to give your life to contribute to society. Where you got that notion is beyond me. And he's a great kid. I hope you get to meet him one day.

Poems are supposed to come from the heart. But if she's engaged then...

I know. I worry for you every day,

SIR Armin A-L.

***************

Dear SIR Armin Dickhead,

She visited the docks again to see me. I wanted to tell her everything, Armin, but I couldn't say anything. I wanted to tell her I've seen the beauties and riches of this world but I've never been interested until her. I wanted to tell her life is unrelenting and unrewarding, but seeing her was inspirational. I wanted to tell her that I used to stay up thinking of the endless horrors of war and now I'm thankful for it to have brought us together.

It was a silent walk. I almost kissed her. But I could hear your voice in my head telling me not to. At least I think it was your voice.

I'm scared I'm forgetting what you all sound like,

E. Jaeger.

P.S. Don't tell Mikasa I said that. I don't think she could handle knowing that I can't remember your voices.

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Dear Eren,

You don't give her enough credit, but I won't say anything. I'm not sure how you expect anyone to handle that.

Nice poem. Have you told her?

It's a stamp,

Sir Armin A-L.

********************

Dear Armin,

I've been spending my free nights at her residence recently. Can't say I've been sleeping. The way she moves is--get this--captivating (found another word for you). Touching her and feeling her is electrifying. Is that how it felt with Annie?

I think you two would get along. She has such interesting things to say, I can't always keep up. And she has all these hobbies and books I've never heard of. We're reading a few pages of this one Adventure book. I've been tracing the images while she sleeps to show you eventually. It's a long process. She's very convincing about returning to bed.

Get a new stamp,

E. Jaeger.

[mochees]

— two tortured souls

dazai osamu x chuuya nakahara | wc: 3k | crossposted to ao3

TAGS: drabble, angst, depression, post-corruption ability use, soft/comfort, generally low mental health mentions, chuuya has a BATH, use of petnames for teasing.

A/N: hihi!!! long time no write!!! remember when i dropped the most depraved, disgusting, self indulgent eremin fic ever and then dropped off the face of the earth with empty promises? me neither, moving on! anyway. been wanting to get back into writing lately but yknow..... the undergrad life........ but i find myself with too much time now that the semester is over so have a drabble thing i wrote a year ago and then just never posted lmfao. it was supposed to be longer but i just couldn't get the ending right so i left it kind of open i guess? anyway skk is real to me

Willingly sacrificing your autonomy is so much more than physically exhausting. Corruption leaves Chuuya feeling truly empty and insignificant. It makes him feel as though he really is just a vessel for something else. An empty, fleshy shell that doesn’t even belong to him. Unlike the physical exhaustion, however, the feeling lingers. It hangs around like a morning fog, obscuring everything as far as he can see. It’s disorienting and restrictive. Most of all, it’s loud. The voices that dwell in the fog are so loud, much louder than anything Chuuya has ever heard, and they echo. They echo, bouncing off of each other and amplifying every emotion, every word, every moment of despair.

Chuuya can’t remember how many days have passed since he used corruption. At least two, maybe even three. The fog is so thick that days eventually just blur together, and time turns into molasses. Resigning himself to a night or two in darkness, he tucks his knees against his chest and covers his ears with his arms, attempting to block out as much of the noise as possible. 

But you can’t silence your own guilt. 

It was pitch black in the house by the time Dazai arrived, which was unusual, but he figured that Chuuya was either tucked in and fast asleep already or strewn across some surface with a movie.

“Chuuya ~,” he sang. “I’m back ~!” Concern grew on Dazai’s face when the routine groan of usually completely false annoyance didn’t sound. He counted all the hats in the closet as he tucked his own clothing away and muttered to no one in particular, “he’s definitely here…”

The detective took a few steps before he sounded again, “Chuuya? Where are you?” The absence of an answer worried him further. No matter how tired, angry, or drunk Chuuya was, he always made a point of greeting his partner as unenthusiastically as he could.

Dazai made his way through the house, checking a few rooms before he found Chuuya. Scrunched up in the far corner of the bedroom, his faint form was desperately trying to be swallowed by darkness. Even for someone who consistently allowed themselves to actually be swallowed by the darkness, seeing Chuuya in such distress and anguish was deeply unsettling for Dazai. Chuuya always surrounded himself with people, and for him to look so alone–

Dazai shook off his thoughts and made his way over to the man, crouching low a few feet away.

“…uuya? Chuuya?” When he didn’t respond, Dazai raised his volume a fraction.

“Are you alright?” Chuuya jumped a little, unaware that someone had crossed into his world of anguish.

Dazai chuckled. He couldn’t help but find it a little humourous; it’s not often he was able to get the jump on him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Dazai?” Chuuya’s voice was hoarse and distant, and Dazai immediately steeled himself.

“Are you– what happened?”

The executive didn’t answer. He just stared—not through Dazai or at anything; he just looked ahead with no purpose. Chuuya could hear something but could not decipher the sounds for the life of him. He only realized they were words when he noticed Dazai’s mouth moving.

There was nothing about Chuuya's demeanour that told Dazai he was conscious. But he also wasn't unconscious. God knows Dazai is all too familiar with Chuuya's unconscious mind, and this wasn't it. There was no light in his eyes, but they weren't lifeless. It was as if Chuuya had trapped himself in his own body, caught between two states of being. He didn't know if Chuuya could even process what he was saying in this state, but he also didn't want to stop. Perhaps Dazai believed in a silly idea that the sound waves might reach him, that they would guide him through whatever limbo he was in. 

Once he finished, Dazai rose from his place on the floor and made his way to the bedroom door. Chuuya could see him leaving, but he couldn’t hear his footsteps. All he could focus on was the voices getting louder again, and the second that Dazai was out that door they started to echo again. Unwilling to fight them, Chuuya lowered his head back down and let the pressure build in his chest and ache his muscles.

Physically, the pain was no different from a hard day's work, but emotionally, it was excruciating. Every breath was hell. Each inhale wound a cord up tightly, but breathing out did nothing to release it. All of the fibres in Chuuya's body felt like they would snap and finally grant him a moment's release, maybe even exhaust him enough to sleep, but they didn't. Instead, they grew tighter and tighter, digging into every strand until it inevitably cut him into a million little pieces.

When Dazai returned, he was greeted with a sight more devastating than before. Tension was emanating from Chuuya like heat from a grill, and he looked positively hopeless.

“Chuuya,” Dazai’s voice was uncharacteristically soft—unfitting, really—but he hoped it might help Chuuya focus. “Will you come with me?” He waited a few moments, giving the redhead extra time to process.

To Chuuya, the sounds outside his head would die before they could fully reach him. The echo was good at drowning everything out like that. 

But luckily, Dazai always did have a talent for evading death.

“You don’t have to do anything, I promise. I’ll–” He hesitated. How can you promise to take care of someone else when you’ve never been able to care for yourself?

“–I’ll help you. Please, Chuuya. If you stay here, it’s not going to get any better.”

Chuuya Nakahara knows that he is right. Of anyone, Osamu Dazai would know, wouldn’t he? It takes him a little while, but with a few shaky breaths and silent tears, he lifts his head and places his hand in the one outstretched before him. This won't fix him, but he has to admit that when Dazai rubs his thumb along his skin, it releases some of the tension in his shoulders. Dazai leans forward and slowly reaches for Chuuya’s other hand, stiff from how tight he was grasping onto his other arm.

“Okay, up we go.” Wasting no time to get Chuuya out of the isolation he'd built for himself, Dazai does his best to support as much of his weight as he can while holding his hands. He doesn’t know how long Chuuya had been sitting there, but he reckons his legs have probably gone numb. As if on cue, Chuuya almost falls right back down before Dazai has a hand on his waist.

“Careful.”

Chuuya's eyes are red and puffy, and his agony has left trails down his cheeks. Chuuya has always been beautiful to Dazai, stealing heartfelt glances when the former isn't looking. But seeing him like this is, in a way, even more breathtaking to Dazai. It means that after all these years of being so sick of each other's mere existence that Chuuya, his rival, his partner, trusts Dazai enough to shatter before him completely. Bringing Chuuya's hand up to his mouth, he lets his lips linger for a few moments as they wait for Chuuya's legs to regain feeling.

Once Chuuya is stable, he lets go of the shorter man’s waist and leads him with one hand, still petting his thumb across the freezing expanse of his hand.

Chuuya doesn’t know what his partner has been doing, or maybe he does. He can’t remember right now; he doesn’t want to. Wherever Dazai is taking him, it takes no longer than twenty seconds, but he feels like a stranger in his own home, wading through the thickest pool of molasses. He can see a straight hallway ahead of him, but it seems like an endless maze of twists and turns. One foot in front of the other, he tries to tell himself, but it’s hard to tell your feet what to do when you feel like a stranger in your own body to. He can feel his face growing wetter as they arrive at their destination. However, in a brief moment of relief, he realizes that they're not tears but steam.

For the time that he had disappeared past the threshold, Dazai had run Chuuya a hot bath and made him something simple to eat. Knowing all too well what feeling this way does to one’s motivation and desire. But honestly, the last thing Chuuya wants to do right now is to bathe. It’s far too much work, and he’d rather be back in the dark in the corner or under a blanket. Even if it meant he’d be alone with his stupid fucking thoughts.

“I know it seems like a chore, but it will help, Chuuya.” Dazai’s familiarity with the muddied waters of one’s own psyche was currently vastly irritating. Chuuya knows that he’s right. He does, but even then, it’s still too much for him to handle right now.

Dazai takes Chuuya’s other hand back in his own. “Do you want me to stay?”

“I– I don’t know.” His voice sounded better to Dazai, the steam probably settling in his throat.

“It’s okay not to know, but I can’t stay here with you if you don’t know.”

Chuuya snaps his head a little at that, shooting his partner an exhausted expression. Dazai gives a slight smile at the motion and gives the others' hands, still in his own, a reassuring squeeze. Perhaps it’s a little morally wrong given the circumstances, but he thinks that he could have a little, tiny bit of fun with this.

“Would you like my help?” He asks again, and Chuuya nods his head before practically collapsing into his arms.

Oh, it is absolutely morally wrong, but he can’t help himself, so he softly teases the man. “Such a gentleman! Flirting with me before we spend the night in each other's company!”

That earns a tired groan from Chuuya who is not willing to put up with Dazai’s usual jeering, but also not unexpected of the brunette to choose the completely wrong time to make his jokes.

“I’m sorry, my darling.” He uses the pet name, knowing he’ll be able to get away with it tonight since Chuuya is too tired to fight him. He runs his fingers through red strands, waiting for Chuuya’s breathing to even out in his hold before moving his hands down to the hem of his shirt. Deft fingers slip underneath and rub small circles into the skin there.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Upon receiving a satisfied hum of approval, he lifts Chuuya’s shirt over his head and drops it onto the counter. Staying out of your head is hard when you’re alone. Knowing Chuuya has already surmised his partners' intentions of distracting him, gently, Dazai pulls him back into his chest and runs his nails down his back. Chuuya’s skin was already freezing before, so he can’t tell if his goosebumps are from chills, or from him. He hopes it’s the latter. After a few seconds, his movements shift into steady pressure trying to work out the tension that Chuuya had cultivated. When he feels Chuuya fall further into him, Dazai is pleased with his work already.

“Chuuya,” he presses harder when he finds a particularly knotty spot at the base of Chuuya’s neck. “Unless you want to get in with your pants on, you’ll have to take them off.”

This earns Dazai a particularly unimpressed look when Chuuya pushes off his chest.

“What?”

Chuuya continues to stare.

“Did you want me to do it for you?”

Well, Chuuya supposes that Dazai can’t help the fact that he is an idiot. After all, he did promise to help. He rolls his eyes and lets out a particularly rumbly sigh, and drops his pants himself, kicking them to the side.

“So forward of you~” teases Dazai.

Turning towards the tub, Chuuya grumbles. “I hate you.”

Dazai grins again. Even if he still feels worse than shit, he’s glad to see Chuuya with a little bit of his fire again. “I know you do. Here, let me help.”

Holding onto Chuuya’s forearm, Dazai helps him settle into the bath. Chuuya resumes his form from earlier in the night, but much more open. His arms are propped on top of his knees, hands hanging down, and fingers just dipping into the water. Dropping his head in between his shoulders as the heat surrounds his aching body, blue eyes fall shut. Then, he releases a deep breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in. Dazai has his arm across the edge of the tub, resting his head with eyes full of admiration. With Chuuya completely bare in front of him, he traces the flow of his body with his eyes. Stopping often to archive all the little things he loves. Soft red hair that he can't help but play with. Shoulders that he's cried on. The gentleness of his otherwise blood-soaked hands. Even the scars littered across his skin, Dazai loves. They look much better on Chuuya than on him. He reaches out and just barely grazes the sides of Chuuya’s fingers above the water.

“What are you so happy about?”

Dazai hums in response, and Chuuya blows a ripple on the water. They spend a while like this—still, just next to each other, the only sound being an occasional jittery breath.

Dazai interrupts the silence by dipping his fingers into the water and letting the droplets roll off onto Chuuya’s shoulder. 

“Feeling better?”

Chuuya wiggles his fingers in the water, trying to find an answer below the surface.  

“C’mere, and turn around.”

Chuuya turns his head, resting it along his arm and staring the man down.Dazai can read it in his eyes: For what. 

“You’re still tense. So come here.” He presses his finger on the edge of the tub. “I didn’t get to finish getting all the knots out.”

Dazai is not as good at hiding his intentions from Chuuya as he thinks he can be. “You just want to play with my hair.” 

Dazai knows this. He feigns being insulted anyway, throwing his hands into the air. “And so what if I do? Is that a crime? Is it wrong of me to want t–”

“You’re real insufferable, y’know.” Chuuya turns his back to the side of the bathtub.

Dazai smiles sweetly. He likes that so much of their relationship can be left unsaid. Sure, sometimes it probably shouldn’t be unsaid, but it’s fine. Dazai is happy. “It’s why we work so well together.” 

He gets to work on dissipating the rest of the fear and anger in Chuuya’s bones, occasionally and very intentionally, getting sidetracked and twirling a lock of hair around his fingers. At the mercy of Dazai's frighteningly deft hands, a particular spot just above Chuuya's shoulder blade earns Dazai a groan—one he oh so graciously accepts. Working lithe fingers around it, Chuuya leans his head back onto Dazai as the little ball of stress is pulled apart, strand by strand. 

Chuuya's neck is deliciously bared, and Dazai is an opportunistic man. He trails kisses up to just below red lashes, slow and endearing. He continues massaging throughout, placing a final one on fluttering eyes before dragging his lips back down to Chuuya’s ear. 

“The water’s getting cool, my love. You should really get out soon.” Dazai is very pleased with himself when Chuuya shudders.   (He is an opportunistic man, after all, and it truly is such a wonderful opportunity to be the most annoying man on the planet.) He lets his mouth fall down to Chuuya’s shoulder, resting for a moment and trying very hard to hold back the biggest, dopiest grin. Of course, Chuuya can tell. He can sense the smallest shifts in Dazai's behaviour. Although, this time he could tell by just feeling Dazai's facial muscles straining against his shoulder. But Dazai doesn't need to know that. 

 "...Shut up. Get me a towel." Chuuya does a very bad job of hiding the blush on his cheeks. 

Dazai just smiles at his partner, he can't see, but it's a smile full of fondness. One with admiration, love, and as much as he'd rather die than admit it, respect too. Letting someone see you have a complete breakdown, watching as the industrial strength glue you've used to keep yourself from falling apart rapidly starts to degrade, and still trusting that they won't think any differently of or diminish you, takes so much courage. It takes so much trust to rely on someone, even someone you love, to help you set the pieces back together. 

That's something Dazai has never been able to do. He can't let go of that vulnerability, and he cannot have it used against him. Of course, deep down, Dazai knows that Chuuya would never do that to him, but it's hard to turn off those thoughts. It's hard to think of yourself as worth loving and caring for when you have never loved or cared for yourself. 

"Hey, are you okay?" The smile on Dazai's face is forlorn. Realizing that Chuuya is reading him like a book Dazai masterfully shifts his expression, changing the atmosphere around him. This is not about him, and he shouldn't be making it so. 

"I'm just peachy, Chibi!” Chuuya doesn't press any further.

Dazai wraps the towel around him, pulling at the ends to bring his partner closer. Taking a second to look over Chuuya, he notes that his eyes are no longer red and puffy, and his skin has a sheen from the moisture in the air. He truly is the most breathtaking person Dazai has ever had the displeasure of meeting. 

With Chuuya at his chest, he leans down and kisses the man. It's needy, in a way. Soft and tender, but full of so much want, so much need. Like if he couldn't be close to Chuuya anymore, he would simply explode. Dazai doesn't know how to express it though. How he would articulate these thoughts in a way that feels right, so he settles for something simple. Maybe it's not as meaningful, but he trusts that Chuuya understands anyway. 

[ao3feed-eremin]

You drew stars, around my scars

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qidhotr

by Eternallyarlert

When Armin is getting bullied, and bruised, Eren draws the things he loves most around the things he hates most.

Words: 336, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Eremin Drabbles/Stories

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Carla Yeager, Grisha Yeager, Armin Arlert's Grandfather

Relationships: Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager

Additional Tags: Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, astronomy nerd armin, Bullying, Child Eren Yeager, Child Armin Arlert, Modern Era, Not Beta Read, Mikasa Ackerman is So Done

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/qidhotr

[armin-hearteyes-arlert]

hey... "Are we on a date right now?" resonates eremin energy to me so 😊😊 I think that'd be a cute scenario!!

(God, it really would be, wouldn’t it? I wrote this today, and it ends on a super fuckin’ cheesy note, but I really need all the fluff in the world right now. So, thank you!)

confessions

(word count: 607)

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“Are we on a date right now?”

It took Armin a moment to realize what it was Eren had said. In fact, he’d been so transfixed on the sunset in front of them—the way the pinks, oranges, and purples splayed effortlessly across the clouds, the golden light refracting off the slick feathers of a gaggle of geese flying in formation off in the distance—he hadn’t initially registered Eren had said anything to begin with.

Even now, tearing his gaze from the breathtaking spectacle beyond the windshield to look at his best friend and taking a moment to lick at the bit of soft serve melting down the side of his cone, he isn’t all that sure he heard Eren correctly. “What?”

“Uh…” Eren trailed off initially. Tilting the passenger seat back slightly, he propped his feet up on the dashboard and stared at his own cone as though it were suddenly the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. “I asked if this was a date.”

Armin could hear the blood rushing in his ears. He scrutinized Eren, tried to find some kind of fissure in the expression he offered him when he finally met Armin’s gaze. To find the jest behind the words he’d said. “Like a… date date?”

“Oh, god.” Eren laughed, throwing his head back against the headrest as he snorted. It was...the most fucking adorable thing Armin had ever heard. “Armin. A ‘date-date?’ Are we twelve?” 

“Eren, stop fucking with me!” Chuckling a little in spite of himself, Armin took the hand that didn’t hold his ice cream cone and smacked Eren’s arm. “I’m serious. I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. We drive out here every Sunday.”

Pursing his lips, Eren seemed to consider this momentarily. He licked at the ice cream gathering around the rim of his cone. “You know, that’s fair,” he said. Infuriatingly nonchalant. As if he hadn’t just asked the most anxiety-inducing question Armin had ever heard.  

“So?”

Eren averted his attention from his ice cream, casting Armin a sideline glance. “Hm?”

“Did you—” Armin cut himself off. His heartbeat was everywhere—it pounded underneath his sternum, lodged itself in his throat, pulsed in his fingertips. He’d thought about the possibility of bringing up this exact topic far too many times, spent sleepless nights trying to think about anything else. Countless hours fighting through the guilt he felt every time he imagined what it’d be like to run his fingers through Eren’s thick hair, to learn what Eren’s mouth felt like, to experience the heat of Eren’s skin pressed flush against his own. He tried to breathe away the nerves, and hoped upon every last hope that his voice wouldn’t shake when he finally continued. “—want it to be a date?”

Eren busied himself with a jagged piece off his cone, then smirked. “What, like a date date?”

Armin couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Yes.”

“Depends,” Eren answered, cryptic as ever. He bounced the ball of his foot against the glove compartment, clearing his throat. If it weren’t for the warm twilight filter coloring the vehicle in various reds and pinks, Armin might actually wonder if Eren was blushing.

“On what?” Armin asked.

Eren laughed a little, a light and airy sound that trembled slightly and took him completely off guard. It wasn’t until Eren’s wide, breathtaking eyes met his own that Armin realized, for the first time that night, that he was being completely sincere. “Um. On whether or not you’d like me to kiss you.”

The word spilled from Armin’s lips before he’d fully processed what Eren had asked.

“Yes.”

[fairyfuyu]

18+ nsfw …. its eremin having sex ok bye

idk… usually their relationship is 100% armin bottoms like im so sorry but this is canon

but im just picturing one night when armin is just lying there with eren, tracing patterns on his chest mindlessly, and he can’t get rid of the thought of what it’d feel like if the roles were reversed. if eren was the one beneath him, tears running down his face while armin fills his tight lil virgin hole. and somehow, he manages to voice this little fantasy of his. he’d get all shy, redder than ever, voice barely above a whisper - “eren?” “what is it baby?” “i was just thinking … i really wanna fuck you”

and eren would get so caught off guard because its armin, his sweet armin. but he couldn’t deny the fact that he wants nothing more than to see his baby happy, so of course he agrees. and the entire time eren is praising him “god, baby, you’re filling me up so good” “what a good boy, treating me so well like this” “i don’t deserve you” the praises his boyfriend is singing has armin glowing, eyebrows knitted together as he fucks eren into the mattress.

armin brings a hand up to wipe the tears that had fallen onto eren’s cheeks - something that armin has gotten so used to eren doing for him. it isn’t long before the blonde and his boyfriend reach their highs together, armin filling eren up with his seed, relishing in the sensation, while eren’s chest is painted with his release. pulling out, armin cant tear his eyes away from the way his cum dribbles out of eren’s hole, falling in love even more with the brunette.

and eren just gazes lovingly at his boyfriend - as much as he enjoys to make armin a whimpering, crying mess, he loved this just as much

guys im thinking about eremin again

[hsakuras]

Armin being obsessed with you and as a gift Eren steals your underwear for him but Armin makes the mistake of carrying them in his bag.

cw: eren & reader are together, panty stealing, armin is a perv, eremin, dubcon, male masturbation, allusions to a threesome, dont look at me im horny, not proofread

He can’t help it, he knows that he shouldn’t have them but he genuinely can’t help how his cock is twitching in his pants and his mouth salivates at the thought of getting you this close to him.

Oh fuck, he knows it’s wrong. He knows that he should tell Eren that your panties ended up in at his place and he should give them back but how can he? He’s picking them up and looking at how pretty the pattern in on the lace and when he realizes that their your used panties he lets out a sinful groan.

Eren doesn’t have to know.

You wouldn’t even know either, it’s one set of panties that you lost. It happens you could blame it on the fact that Eren came over to use Armin’s washer and dryer and who knows where they ended up?

You could come over, maybe if he “finds” them for you, you’d wrap your pretty lips around his cock and you would help him when you see him fisting his length with your panties wrapped around his dick. Fuck, Armin’s so pent up. All he thinks about is you, your pretty mouth, plush hips, and soft tummy. He wonders if you’d be soft under him and if you’d wine for him instead of Eren.

He hears you both sometimes. When he’s nice enough to let you both spend the night in his bed while he takes the couch and the next thing he hears is you whimpering and crying out Ren! More! More! Fuck!

It goes straight to his cock and he knows it’s wrong to lust after your best friend’s partner but he can’t help it. Not when you tell him his haircut suits him and how jealous you’ll be when he finally finds someone of his own.

Fuck, Armin wants to tell you there’s no one else. No one else that could even come close to you.

He’s watching the pretty pearls of precum drooling from the tip of his cock, slowing sliding down and dampening the fabric a darker color. He can’t think straight, his head is tilting back and his eyes are screwed shut and he’s so close to cumming. He slurs out your name and he’s about to fall over the edge when he feels someone else’s hand over his own and his eyes open in horror to see Eren standing over him.

He can’t stop though, Eren’s hands feel better than his larger than his and he can’t stop how his hips buck up into his grip or how Eren tells him that he’s always known Armin’s wanted to fuck you.

Eren’s teasing him now, running a thumb over Armin’s slit and he moans again. He hears his door open and he’s watching a smirk grow on your face as you approach him and Eren.

He feels your hand cup his jaw, squeezing so his lips form a pout before you kiss him and bite on his bottom lip.

His eyes roll into the back of his head and your hand takes the place of Eren’s. You unwrap your panties from his length, observing all of Armin’s sticky precum coating the lace.

“Aw, Min. I would’ve gladly let you keep those if you were honest from the start.”

He let’s out a small whine, cock throbbing and sensitive as you slowly lower yourself to your knees, “don’t cum until I say so, kay?”

[beewritings]

Your stepbrother, Eren, hearing you moan when he gets home from the gym, he walks upstairs to tease you about the fact you’re moaning so loud while masturbating (since he’s made fun of you about it before), until you hears you moan his friends name. “A-Armin..!” He looks at your door with wide eyes, but it intrigues him to keep listening. He just thinks, ‘oh she’s horny for him. It happens.’ But what he didn’t expect next was to hear his friends voice. “You like the way I eat your pussy, princess? Huh? You like daddy’s fingers in your dripping cunt?”

His face gets red, but his pants tighten since he gets hard. His best friend and his little step sister? When did that happen? He unbuttons his pants and zips down the zipper and takes out his cock, fisting it to the sounds of yours and Armin’s moans. You hear shuffling in the room, thinking Armin is whipping is dick out but the door actually bursts open. Armin looks at Eren in shock, Eren stares back with widened eyes. Armin is only wearing black sweatpants, his toned abs but skinny body showing off. He smirks a second later, grabbing onto his friends arm and pulls him into your room. You’re all fucked out from coming twice by Armin’s mouth, so you don’t really care that he pulled your step brother into your room with your abused cunt on display. The door closes, and Armin speaks.

“Hey, Eren. We weren’t expecting you to come home so early. Right, Y/N dear?”

You weakly nod your head, honestly wishing this interactions wasn’t happening. You just want Armin to stuff his cock inside you, but now that your very attractive step brother who you’ve definitely had sexual thoughts about as well is in here, you want him to stuff his cock inside your mouth. So you try to call out for Armin, to let him know.

“‘Min... Minnie... want you! Want.. him.”

“Is my princess struggling to find her words?”

Eren stares at the both of you, clearly understanding that this isn’t the first time you’ve been sexually infatuated with each other. His dick still in his hands, he slowly jerks it. He finds his best friend and his little sister in this situation so hot. Armin glances back at Eren, seeing him jerk off. He chuckles, and makes his way to your bed. He gets on it, back to where your pretty pussy is out and he leans on top of your to kiss your forehead.

“What does my princess want? She wants her girly parts to be completely abused by her boyfriend’s boy parts? Hm? And to have her big brothers big boy parts in her mouth? You want that, princess? Hm? Wanna be a little whore for us? You gonna act stupid for me?”

Eren stands there and just questions for a second, ‘Boyfriend?? Since when?’ But he ignores it and looks at you, wondering for your response.

You clamp your legs against Armin’s body, with a bite of your bottom lip and a happy moan, “Mhm! Mhm! Princess gonna be stupid for daddy! Princess gon’ be stupid for big brother! Please let princess be stupid around both cocks!”

Eren might as well blow his load right here. He’s jerked off to your moans before, but he’s never seen you like this before. His cock twitches in his hands and he finally walks towards the bed. Armin pulls you to the edge of the bed, but turns your body around where your head hangs off the edge instead. He goes onto the bed and places his body in between your legs and Eren walks to where your pretty face is. His knees are on either side of your face and he just drops his long member right onto your face. You look up, eyes coming in contact with his tight balls that just want release. You try to look behind it, making eye contact with Eren and you open your mouth, wanting his cock in your mouth. Armin had already taken off his pants and briefs, cock out and hard, ready to fuck your tight hole. He leans down to spit into your cunt, then onto his friend and just goes right into work, leaving you arch your back in a silent scream. Eren shoves himself into your mouth, seeing the bulge in your throat. He couldn’t hold himself back, he just fucked your throat like it was a little fleshlight. Like the fleshlight he fucks silently when he hears you playing with yourself at 3 am. He was pounding your pretty lips, whereas Armin was pounding your other pretty lips. He wasn’t holding back either, he loved fucking your holes. You’re his pretty princess, he just wants to treat you good. And having your attractive step brother join in? It just makes you want both of them more.

You just want to be their good little girl. You want their prize, none other than their cum. You want big brothers cum shooting straight into your tummy. You want daddy’s cum shooting into your tummy. You want them both to fuck you stupid. You’re daddy’s stupid little pretty princess.

(edit 1/12/24: how are u guys still finding this what tag are u guys seeing this on 😭 also jesus christ this is so bad. cringe cringe cringe should i delete lol)

[marosina]

Introduction & Works Navigation 🧣🕊️🐚

✴︎ Hi! Welcome to my blog! c: <3

✴︎ Mid-twenties | she/her

✴︎ You can call me any variation of my username (ex. Maro, Rosi) or K

✴︎ This is my main blog but it’s all AOT (manga, anime & brave order), some posts about writing

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✴︎ I write! You can find me on AO3 as SaintHunter

✴︎ Currently writing an Eremin sick fic called “Inside These Walls”

✴︎ Or, if you’re interested in an Eremin Hellfic, you might like my oneshot “Forever, Now”

✴︎ Working on a Band!Eren x Reader series here on Tumblr, too!

✴︎ And if you want some AOT drabbles, I do that sometimes c;

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✴︎ Thanks for stopping by <3 see you later c:

[besotted-eros]

Can't stop thinking about hard Dom Eren fucking you ceaselessly through orgasm after orgasm, making you a trembling creaming mess on his dick. Calling you a little cum sleeve, the perfect whore for his heavy balls. While soft Dom Armin strokes your hair, feeding the tip of his cock into your mouth to stifle your moans as he strokes your hair back and tells you to listen closely.

[arlert0]

Fluffy Eremin Modern AU

This was requested by one of my friends from my discord server, ily <3

“Give me modern fluffy eremin please where they’re both in college and everyone keeps trying to flirt with armin and eren gets jelly”

say less c: I also made it timeskip bc yk college so-

warnings: none

Following Armin into his dorm behind him, Eren toed off his shoes and watched as Armin sat down his laptop and book on his desk. Letting out a sigh, Eren plopped himself back on Armin’s bed, gently nibbling his bottom lip in contemplation. “Did you want to go out and do something? I have time to tonight.” Armin questioned the brunette as he turned around, moving to sit next to him on the bed. Once Eren felt the mattress dip his eyebrows furrowed and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Can we just stay here?” Eren reached up to cover his eyes with his hands. “Yeah! I don’t mind.” Armin kicked his shoes off and scooted himself up on the bed so he could lay next to Eren on his side, his elbow propping his head up. “What’s wrong?” Armin took notice to the weird face Eren had been making and he lifted his arm to poke his arm when he didn’t answer. “Eren.” Snapping out of thought Eren pulled his hands down and slightly turned his head to look at the blond next to him. “What’s wrong?” Armin repeated in a slightly different tone.

Eren sighed again and averted his gaze across the room before opening his mouth to speak. “That one girl on our earth & space class likes you.” He brought his gaze back to Armin who only blinked began to bite the inside of his cheek. “I kind of guess-” “And the guy that lives in the room across from yours, I’ve caught him staring at your ass while we were walking to class.” Eren spoke and he noticed the blush grow on Armin’s cheeks. “He what? No he doesn’t.” Armin shook his head. “Armin I’ve seen him do it twice now.” Armin realized Eren didn’t seem mad, but more jealous.

Sighing loudly though his nose, Armin sat up to look over his boyfriend in front of him. Eren had turned his head the other way again once Armin didn’t say anything, an obvious nerve hit from what he had brought up. “You know I love you right?” Armin questioned softly and frowned a little, moving his hand to rest flat on Eren’s chest. “And I only want you.” He added and moved to half lay on Eren, resting on his arm and resting his head on Eren’s ribs. Eren looked down at the top of his head as Armin shifted his arm to wrap around his torso.

“And even if they do, I don’t care.” Armin shrugged a little, burying his face into Eren’s side, breathing in the scent of the cologne he always used. The room then filled with silence besides the clock that ticked on the wall across the room, and their synchronized breathing. Eren laid in thought, his eyebrows still scrunched together until letting his face rest without realizing.  Soon he moved his hands to grab onto Armin, causing the smaller male to look up at him. Pulling Armin closer to him he kissed the top of his head and placed another kiss on his forehead. “I love you too.” Eren squeezed him tight. “I’m sorry I just-“ “You’re jealous.” Armin answered for him when Eren didn’t want to finish his sentence.

“I’m not going anywhere, alright?” Armin brought his face up to press a kiss to Eren’s chin before nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. “Okay..” Eren rubbed his hand down Armin’s back as Armin adjusted himself to lay on Eren more, and Eren resorted to rolling over slightly so their bodies were more flush together. Armin moved even closer into him making his soft bangs tickle Eren’s neck slightly, making him chuckle a little. Eren reached a hand behind his head to take the hair tie out of his hair and rested his head and arm back down. Armin ran one of his hands up Eren’s hoodie and shirt, rubbing gently at his warm bare skin. Eren shuddered slightly as Armin began to trace small shapes on his tailbone with the tip of his finger, the two of them contently snuggling into each other.

[katiesakura7]

El chico de los cabellos dorados.

Hubo un momento en el que el tiempo se detuvo. Yo quería que se quedara así, cuando a penas la brisa movía con gracia sus mechones dorados.

—Eren. No es bueno que tomes así. 

—Armin ¿Qué piensas? —pregunté un poco mareado pero aún consciente de mis palabras.

—¿Sobre qué?

—Sobre… todo. Sobre la vida, Sobre la inminente muerte…

El no respondía, quizás pensaba que estaba ebrio o que estaba loco, talvez ambos.

No dejé que respondiera, sentí que mi cuerpo pesaba, veía todo en cámara lenta. Me estaba desplomando. 

Sentí un agradable abrazo. Quizás nunca podría pedirle uno estando sobrio.

—Eren, pesas mucho. Levantate.

Hubo una vez en la que lo descubrí mirándome. En sus ojos se podía notar el cariño… el amor.

Yo quería ser el único dueño de sus miradas y de su atención.

Fui un cobarde, no le he dicho que lo amo. No quiero arruinar nuestra amistad. Temo que no sienta lo mismo y que se aleje de mí. Talvez su mirada era de respeto y cariño de hermanos.

—Come un poco, te ayudará con el alcohol

Estaba mareado, pero estaba recuperando un poco la compostura. Era ahora o nunca.

—Eren. ¿Cuándo le dirás a Mikasa lo que sientes?

—¿Eh? ¿Mikasa?

—Si, ella te ama.

Maldición Armin. Cada vez que estamos juntos no puedo pensar en nada más que en ti. Mikasa es mi hermana, tal vez no compartimos sangre pero me crié con ella.

—¿Qué crees que siento por ella?

—¿No la amas?

La cabeza me daba vueltas. Quería salir de aquella tienda y tomar un poco de aire fresco. Me levanté con dificultad. 

—Eren ten cuidado. Déjame ayudarte.

Se fue detrás de mi, hasta que llegamos a la orilla del mar.

Hubo una vez que nos imaginé juntos, tomados de la mano. Ambos sonriendo y dejando que nuestros pulmones se llenaran de aire.

—Armin…

—Dime.

—Yo no amo a Mikasa. No me mal entiendas. La quiero mucho pero no la amo.

—No se lo digas, le romperás el corazón.

El chico de los cabellos dorados, siempre tan considerado, siempre pensando en los demás.

—No se lo diré. Pero ella tendrá que entender que yo ame a alguien más.

Sus ojos azules se abrieron.

—¿Quién es? ¿Le conozco?

—Si, le conoces muy bien. Quiero que juntos contemplamos siempre este mar. Quiero que seamos felices.

Hubo un momento… este momento. El momento más importante de mi vida. Era todo o nada.

Me acerqué a él, lo tomé de su mentón y levantandolo, luego de admirar la inmensidad del mar en sus ojos, lo besé.

Besé a mi mejor amigo.

No quería que este momento acabara. Pero acabó, nos separamos. El lucia confundido.

—Eren …

—Armin. ¿Quieres contemplar este mar conmigo?

La sonrisa dibujada en su rostro me dio la respuesta. Ahí estaba esa mirada, azul como el mar.

—Si quiero.

Hubo una vez un muchacho con cabellos de oro y ojos azules como la inmensidad del mar. Su nombre era Armin Arlet. Mi mejor amigo y mi gran amor.

[verratensduo]

Okay here's to hoping I cab get this typed up and posted before midnight, if not I apologize for the late entry.

Eremin au week day 1 SingerxFan

Eren sighed as he looked up from his blank paper. He was well aware that Jeagermister had to get his new song done within a week, but really he didn't have any inspiration. He had sung about racial discrimination he faced as an Arab, homophobia and several other things he faced everyday.

He was sick of that. It wasn't therapeutic or fun anymore, just a chore. A chore he dreaded.

Where was the variety? Where was the passion? The love?

God he felt useless right about now. This was not what he wanted. He started to pound his head on the desk. He wanted something to come, maybe the pain would give him some inspiration. Anything would be better than what he had been singing about for years now.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" He yelled and then punched himself. "Uggg think Eren! Think!" He pulled his own hair and finally slumped down in defeat.

"I'll bullshit it...one bad song won't kill my career. I'll just sing about the color of the sky or something." He nearly jumped hearing the knock at his door.

"Hey Eren, hate to interrupt your creative process, but are you decent? The guy who won the essay contest to meet you is here!" He heard Moblit Berner, his agent's voice sound off.

Oh the contest, that was supposed to be today wasn't it. He quickly slid on some pants before he answered the question that had been posed.

"I am decent. Send him on in please. I need a break from this frustration anyways." He made sure to hide the blank paper so the fan would not see his struggles.

"Alright, head on in." He heard Moblit say. He wasn't quite sure why, it wasn't like anyone would be intruding, oh well. He took a deep breath as the door opened and the contest winner walked in.

He felt his cheeks flush as the first thing he noticed was those eyes...those beautiful blue eyes. Like the deepest ocean's, reflecting the light back at him in a form of a glimmer, a glow.

That blond bowl cut, somehow something Eren thought was very cute. He was trying to stay calm.

"So you are the contest winner huh? I'm Eren Yeager, though you likely better know me as Jeagermister." He offered his hand out, thankful he at least was not sweating to badly.

The hand shake from the smaller male was surprisingly strong. He tried to hard not to imagine how he looked under the baggy shirt and pants he wore.

"Armin Arlert! A big fan of yours! I am so honored to have today with you...so uhh...what are we going to do? I honestly didn't think I was going to win and have been to excited to make a plan..."

Eren couldn't help but laugh.

"How about I boot us up a video game, and I will make you lunch a little later." Eren was already heading for his tv.

"I guess that sounds good...but can I see your tattoos?" The question almost made Eren freeze in his tracks, almost.

"Well...I am tired of wearing a shirt, so why not?" Eren took his shirt off, revealing the skull and crossbones on fire that was on his back, his arms had some turkish writing on them, the names of his mom, uncle, cousins, büyükanne (grandmother) and even his grandfather's name where there. He also recently got a symbol, a white and blue Wing crossing on his chest.

He turned back to Armin with a bit of a smirk on his face. He did it all slow, flexing his muscles and showing off his toned abdomen as he went, but made no comment at Armin's blatant blush.

"You like what you see?" Eren teased as he opened his game chest. "Any request for games coconut?"

He heard Armin barley stifle a snicker as a cough.

"If you have anything nice and relaxing that would be great. If not anything with a coop...I suck at video games. Ironic given my nerdy apperance." Armin joked.

"I guess I'll get us out some Halo. Come on get your butt over here, we don't have all day."

In the long and short of it, Armin was indeed bad at video games. Not that Eren minded, this was way to fun. He couldn't really help but laugh at times, even when it cost them a level. He even got Armin laughing with him. That was like magic.

He stopped only when their stomachs growled and laughed.

"I'll go whip us up something real quick Armin. Go ahead and find any movie you like for us to watch." He managed to hold in a snicker when he saw the look of surprise and the blush from Armin. He had to keep himself going.

"Just make something easy okay? Nothing too fancy." Armin called as Eren heard the Nightmare before Halloween start with it's song.

"Grilled cheese and tomato soup it is. Give me about fifteen minutes." Eren called over his shoulder.

He prepared that, and made them each a glass of sweet tea, with a little lemon on the glass.

There, that was just perfect. He came back with everything.

"Lunch time!" He told Armin and let Armin gather his things before he joined him on the couch.

"So uhh...how goes the new song?" Armin asked, trying to make small talk as they watched the movie.

"Ugg. I don't think I will ever complete it. I mean, I have such little inspiration, though I am starting to feel some." Eren tried to explain his complicated position to Armin.

"I see...I am sorry to hear that. I hope inspiration strikes soon. It can't be easy." Armin fell silent for a few moments.

"This is all really good, thank you."

Eren genuinely smiled. "Thanks. It isn't even half of what I can do though. If you could stay until Dinner I would show you what I mean, but alas three is our cut off time."

Armin rubbed behind his head. "I might have to win another essay contest to see." He joked, though Eren didn't doubt he could.

They fell silent as they watched the movie, until the end. That is suddenly when Armin kissed him out of the blue and pulled back looking shocked.

"I am so sorry!" Armin looked down ashamed .

Eren returned the kiss and smiled. "Don't be. I've found my inspiration."

[xrckrch]

EREMIN WEEK: day one, seashell.

EREMIN WEEK 2019. (625 words) by brixu Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armin Arlert/Eren Yeager Characters: Armin Arlert, Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein, Mikasa Ackerman, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Erwin Smith Additional Tags: Eremin Week, Boys In Love, Pre-Canon, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

just drabbles for the eremin week.

[pinkheichou]

I still have to catch up on some of the ones you've done. But can you do #18, if you haven't already..with. Hmmm... Eremin?

Ahhhh Soapy, I’m soooo sorry for taking so long with your prompt! >~

Okay so, bloody Armin is one of my guilty pleasures and ever since chapter 119 happened, I got an idea for it and took the opportunity to write a little something, using your prompt. I hope you’ll like it!!

18:  “Look at yourself. Bleeding prettily like that.”

Warning: major spoilers for chapter 119

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Eren’s and Armin’s relationship has been fractured—ever since Eren’s attack on Marley.

But Eren knew how to use Armin for his own plans.

Because – despite their clashing outlooks on life – Armin would always have feelings for Eren, the sort or intensity didn’t matter.

And Eren wanted to use those feelings to get Armin do what he wanted him to do. What Armin needed to do, if they wanted to save Eldia, Eren thought.

For that, Eren only had to be in dire danger.

Somehow, at some point, one of those poor Marley soldiers would injure him badly. As long as he didn’t get eaten by one of their Titans.

Which was actually complicated to manage because Reiner had not made it easy for Eren.

But in the end, Eren freed himself from Reiner’s Titan hold (mindless Titan Falco took care of Porco) and Eren ran towards his half-brother.

They needed to touch.

But, also, Eren needed Armin to…

And then it happened.

A blow. From behind Eren. Right through his neck. Eren sensed the loss of connection of his head to his neck before the first seconds of pain rose.

This was dangerous, really dangerous. Eren mustn’t die. It should have just been a severe injury, not a fucking blow aiming right for his neck.

God damn it.

Eren’s head turned around a bit and he spotted the sharpshooter. Gabi Braun. That damn…

“Eren!”

Armin’s voice. Eren hadn’t lost consciousness yet.

Oh god, Armin, yes, yes, yes. Come here. Eren thought as ecstasy began to rush through his blood.

Gabi shot again and Eren’s first fear was that she had aimed at Armin. And hit him.

Which, apparently, she did because Eren heard Armin grunt in pain. Then he heard him fall onto some rooftops before Armin fell right next to Eren, a sack of limbs lying on the ground.

“E-Eren—…” Armin croaked out as he coughed out and spit blood.

The training had been a full success. Despite being beheaded, Eren was still alive, still conscious. He had learned how to handle his consciousness when being half-dead.

Eren watched his boyfriend with fascination.

Armin was all bruised and bloody and broken, but that exact fact made Eren eager for what was about to come next.

Armin slowly faced Eren, his face ruined, split open with wounds. “Eren…” was all he could say. He pulled himself up onto his feet excruciatingly slowly.

“Look at yourself. Bleeding prettily like that.” Eren said weakly, smiling purely, eyes glinting with corruption.

Like that… Like that, if he wanted to stay alive, Armin had no other choice than to transform.

And that was exactly what Eren had needed Armin to do. Right here. Right now.

Eren could transform again and built a hardened tent of his Titan body for himself and Zeke (and Reiner because he needed his Titan power) while a few inches next to him the Colossal Titan would arise. So it was no problem for Eren.

And, as anticipated, everything went according to plan.

Armin’s body glowed for a second before a lightning hit him and his transformation began—accompanied by a big explosion that destroyed everyone and everything within a one mile reach.

Perfect.

That had been Eren’s last thought before he hid behind his own Titan’s protection.