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pinkfluffybunnyy · 2 years

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waiting room: chapter one

summary: (Y/N) is a retired Scout and newly qualified nurse working at a paediatrics hospital she helped build from the ground up in Trost. It has been two years since she has had face-to-face contact with her old comrades, now ambassadors for the island of Paradis. Mikasa informs her of the Allies arrival back to Paradis and old feelings between her and her former best friend are drudged up from the deepest recesses of her heart.

(multichapter, armin x afab reader, prev armin x annie, post-canon timeline, shaky world building, slow-burn, fluff & angst, soulmates, domesticity, eventual smut, flower language, named after a pheobe bridgers song cause she has my whole armin simp heart lol)

characters: armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, historia reiss, connie springer, jean kirstein, annie leonhart, reiner braun, levi ackerman, gabi braun, flaco grice, pieck finger

content warnings: depictions of trauma, mentions of war crimes, mentions of genocide, mentions of violence, alcohol, hospitals and medical settings)

dividers by: @delishlydelightfuldividers and @anlian-aishang

(Y/N) stepped into the café and looked up at the menu board, as if she would order anything other than her usual matcha latte.

She was meeting her old friend Mikasa today, having their monthly catch up. Since the War of Heaven and Earth, her and Mikasa had made an effort to stay in contact with one another. Neither of them had many friends left after the war, most of them sadly passing, so the surviving members of the Scouts had made a pact to stay in touch with one another. It was hard, since most of them now worked for the New Government and travelled across the world, deliberating for peace treaties and advertising the island’s assets, but Mikasa was the one person she could see semi-regularly, having chosen to settle down and live out the rest of her years in solitude and peace.

(Y/N) wished she could see her more regularly, but her schedule as a nurse took up most of her time. Still, she clung to the scraps of freetime that she had with a vice grip, moving mountains to ensure that she saw her close friend at least once a month.

Settling down into the plush seat, she sipped on her latte whilst waiting for her friend's arrival. She pulled her most recent read from her tote bag, a fantasy novel she had picked up a few days ago from a small family-owned bookstore in Trost, and focused her attention on the words printed onto the page. (Y/N) soon found herself once again engrossed in the story, the world dead and silent around her.

A voice pulled her from her reading.

“Good morning.” a soft voice greeted from opposite her. She looked up and drank in the sight of raven haired, grey eyed woman stood before her.

“Good morning, Mikasa.” she replied, standing up and wrapping her friend in a brief but tight embrace. Seeing Mikasa always gave her a sense of nostalgia, both joyous and wistful.

Mikasa perched herself atop the chair on the opposite end of the table, shrugging off her pink cardigan. She had gone with her usual black tea, always one for comforting familiarity.

“How have you been?” (Y/N) asked, and she noticed apprehension dancing on Mikasa’s features. That usually meant she had some news to share.

“They’re returning.” Mikasa said, not bothering to answer her question.

“Oh?” (Y/N) asked in a higher pitch, sipping her latte. Mikasa nodded.

“I received a letter from Armin this morning. Their peace talks with the Global Alliance went well, they’ve signed a promising treaty with the Middle Eastern Allied Countries. He says it’s been a very successful meeting.”

(Y/N) nodded, her heart swirling with melancholy at the mention of the blonde’s name.

She and Armin had always been close, partners in crime, two halves making a whole. But, since the end of the war, they had fallen out of touch. Of course, they exchanged letters now and then, but Armin was away from Paradis almost all the time, engrossed in his new role as an ambassador for the island and his blossoming relationship with Annie.

When (Y/N) had learned of his relationship with Annie, it would be untrue to say that she wasn’t at least a little heartbroken. She had realised that she was in love with him after he had taken on the Colossal Titan, his near-death experience forcing her to confront her feelings for him head on. She had never voiced her emotions, though, not wanting to emotionally burden him further, instead opting for confessing to him after it was all over. She was confident that he had felt the same and came to the conclusion upon hearing about his love for Annie that she had just left it too late. She was, of course, grief-stricken, but had ultimately decided that his happiness was her happiness. It was her own fault for waiting too long, after all.

Maybe in another life.

“They want to arrange a get-together.” Mikasa announced simply, “They will be arriving a week from today. Levi, Gabi and Falco will be joining them.”

(Y/N) smiled upon hearing the trios names. “I’m glad. I miss them.”

“I do too.”

(Y/N) and Mikasa strode up the steps of the Capital Mitras building. After communicating with Queen Historia, they had all agreed to meet within the safety of the Capital building, should the Yeagerists get word of the Alliance's arrival. Tensions had grown high since Eren’s death and the rebellion group had been preparing for any oncoming attacks from other nations. It was in everyone’s best interest that the Alliance’s arrival was kept secret.

The guard’s at the building's doors welcomed the women, opening the large wooden doors and inviting them in, anticipating their arrival. They had opted to arrive thirty minutes early to get themselves settled and have some one-on-one time with the Queen. It had been two years since they had last seen each other face-to-face; since the integration into the new world.

Two guards lead the pair towards a large dining hall, the room decorated with grand velvet curtains, glittering chandeliers and the finest china. Enormous windows, ceiling to floor, let in golden streams of sunlight, the rays warming the skin of all the people housed within the building. The sensation caused (Y/N) to smile to herself.

Historia sat at a large circular table, nursing a cup of tea. She stood upon her eyes resting on the figures of the two women, a broad, warm smile gracing her lips. She pulled them into an embrace, one by one, not one for nobel formalities around her old comrades. “(Y/N), Mikasa. It’s so good to finally see you two again.” she greeted them.

“Same to you.” (Y/N) greeted back, giving her a small squeeze.

They sat with her and engrossed themselves in conversation, catching up with one another, nursing cups of tea occasionally between sentences. The exchange was comfortable, warm and nostalgic, like there hadn’t been two years between their last interactions and now.

(Y/N) felt her stomach bubble with nerves, anticipating the impending arrival of her old friends and comrades. The last time she had seen them was the same as Historia; two years ago, at the integration ceremony. What would they think of her now, her appearance, her personality, her achievements? Her hair had grown longer, her body curvier and more womanly, her muscles disintegrating from what they once were. Had she put on weight, or lost too much? Had she grown well into her body? Was she now too mellow, no longer as excitable and boisterous and outgoing as she once had been, a more mature and refined creature blossoming from within her. What of her achievements? Sure, she had completed her nursing degree and opened a new paediatrics hospital in Trost, but surely it was nothing compared to working towards global peace. Was it enough?

She didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though; Historia pulling her back into the conversation by asking how her new hospital was doing.

“Very well, thank you. Which, in a way, I guess you could say that was a negative thing. It’s disheartening how many sick children there are.”

Historia nodded. “But they are incredibly lucky to have you and your colleagues there to help them. The more resources they have available to them, the better.”

“That’s very true.” (Y/N) replied, taking a small sip of her tea.

“I actually have a proposal for you, (Y/N).” Historia said, a large grin gracing her lips. “Oh? What is it?”

“I actually wanted to ask if you wanted to take up a role of a full-time nurse at my orphanage.”

She nearly choked on her tea. “Really?!” she spluttered, a hand flying up to her lips.

Historia nodded, “It’s a bit of a bother having to call in a doctor or send the children off to a hospital every time they need medical attention. One of the volunteer girls suggested the idea of having an on-site nurse, and I think you would be perfect for it.”

(Y/N) stared at the woman before her in astonishment. The idea of working for the Queen both excited and overwhelmed her.

Historia further explained, “Your board and living expenses would all be paid for, along with a monthly salary, of course. You would have to leave your hospital, but you would be free to visit whenever you saw fit, should there be any issue that they need you for. It would be wonderful to have you here and I know that the children would adore you.”

(Y/N) remained silent for a moment, mulling over the idea in her head.

A job working for Historia would be incredible, and she would be more than happy to be close to her old friend again. Sure, it would be sad to leave her hospital behind, to leave behind the life she had built for herself. But she had accrued plenty of more than capable staff to take care of the hospital and the vulnerable children housed inside. And with her board and living expenses covered, plus a salary, she wasn’t really in a position to say no.

Just as she was about to announce her acceptance of the offer, a guard knocked on the door and stepped inside, announcing the arrival of the Allies.

new fic yaaaayyy !!!!

im taking a break from writing sidelines or anything else cause my brain is just mush atm and im really struggling w finishing them lol. so heres a new idea my brain conjured up.

have an amazing day/night everyone !!!!

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fonkymonkeyfriday · 2 years

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My Favorite Characters as Waterparks Songs

Crave

Fushiguro Megumi (jjk), Shinsou Hitoshi (bnha), Hoover Bertholdt (snk)

Funeral Grey

Zen’in Maki (jjk), Sero Hanta (bnha), Finger Pieck (snk)

Lowkey As Hell

Takami Keigo (bnha), Kierstein Jean (snk)

Snow Globe

Gojo Satoru (jjk), Geto Suguru (jjk)

Fantastic

Arlert Armin (snk), Ieri Shoko (jjk)

Take Her to the Moon

Bodt Marco (snk)

Tantrum

Dabi (bnha)

Pink

Bakugo Katsuki (bnha)

Turbulent

Geto Suguru (jjk)

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mimiwrites2000 · 3 years

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What Does White Mean?

Chapter ONE / two

(completed)

AO3 ~~

Pairings: Armin x Annie

(side pairings: Pieck Finger x Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun x Hitch Dreyse, Mikasa Ackreman x someone new)

Words count: 3416

* spoilers for chapter 131 and up

Summary:

The ocean lulled them to sleep, and the sun woke them up with mild kisses. Tangled with each other, in their cabin by the beach. After the war ended, they moved together, ever since, they faced obstacles, issues, and misunderstandings. One of them was Armin’s seashells. Stubbornness got in the way, but no matter how much they tried, they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

He already filled two boxes to the rim. Pieces falling out from them, the wooden edges of the boxes barely holding them in.

Sea shells in necklaces, bracelets, rings. But nothing was good enough, nothing was perfect.

He didn't know what the perfect one looked like, but he knew that none of them was it.

In his small workshop, that was, in fact, just a tiny storage room before he started this hobby, Armin worked his way through another piece of jewelry.

A seashell with streaks of pink, light as Annie's lips. Dots of sparkling white adorning it, just like the sparks in her eyes.

He put the final touches on the necklace, twisting the clasp in its place, giving it two tugs to insure its firmness, then opened the cabinet in his desk, and pulled out a third box.

Imperfect piece number one went in the third box.

Great.

The storage room— the workshop had a small, triangle, frosted glass window, but Armin didn't like it, it made the small place even smaller. After he moved in with Annie, he changed it immediately, to a clear transparent glass.

Their ocean-view cabin met Armin’s dreams to the smallest detail; one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, and a kitchenette were enough to satisfy them and convincing enough to buy it without second thoughts.

He spent most of his mornings either strolling by the beach or in Annie's arms, and his nights by a bonfire or under the sheets with her.

They had their breakfasts on the porch, with the salty wafts drifting with the ocean breeze, the crooning of seagulls their only companion.

Everything seemed perfect.

Except for the nights when he woke up in cold sweat, screams rupturing his lungs, Annie’s hands trying to calm him down, embracing him and running through his hair. Or mornings while Annie took longer in the shower, while he sat outside, listening to her silent sobs.

But they were ok. Armin always hugged Annie when she stepped out of the shower, and whispered that they're ok, they're alive, healthy, together.

They're ok.

But this jewelry crafting thing came out of nowhere. And Armin wished he learnt about it long before.

It was Annie who suggested it, when she saw his seashells collection accumulating to the ceiling, she said he might as well make good use of it. She didn’t specify jewelry crafts, but he found that these delicate shells needed a delicate use.

And there he was, in his former storage room, picking through seashells, twisting wires and knitting in beads.

He had been trying to make her the perfect piece. He still didn’t find the perfect one.

He eyed the two boxes — the newly third one joining them. He never thought about selling them, or giving them to anyone else, or throwing them away…

He wondered why.

Maybe because he clutched onto one seashell for more than four years, and the habit was born with the many nights he spent eyeing it, whether it was in his room at night, or in front of a crystal in an icy cold basement.

Knock knock!

“Don’t come in!” Armin’s words overlapped, he was so immersed in his daydream that the knocks on the door made him jump in his seat.

“I won’t, I promise,” from the other side of the door, Annie grumbled. Armin felt bad, he never let her in his workshop, mainly because he didn’t want to spoil the surprise that he still didn’t figure out, and secondly… well, he wasn’t ready for any judgment on his poor jewelry crafting skills.

“Armin?”

“Y-yeah?”

“It’s getting late, I was wondering if you can… you know, get dinner ready? I don’t feel like burning the kitchen.”

“Oh right,” he got up and opened the door, only to be met with an arms-crossed Annie, a passive look on her face. He didn’t know if she was upset because she was hungry, or because he was, once again, keeping her away from his workshop. “We don’t want a burnt kitchen now do we?” he asked, half jokingly

Annie tried cooking once, on his birthday. She tried baking a simple cake. They ended up with a piece of a circular char, on top of it one single candle.

“I don’t think we have-” the rest of the sentence was swallowed down Armin’s throat when he saw groceries lining up the kitchen table.

“I went out an hour ago, I didn’t want to disturb you, but don’t worry, I checked everything on the list, twice.”

“Ah, yes, thanks.”

Guilt swelt in his guts.

She didn’t want to disturb him…

She was upset with him.

He rolled up his sweater’s sleeves, washing his hands, before he started opening the groceries bags, emptying them on the counter.

Annie on the side crossing her arms.

“What do you want for dinner?” he asked, trying to ignore her glaring eyes by inspecting a head of lettuce in his hand.

“Anything, it doesn’t matter.”

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“Maybe something fast so you can get back to your small workshop-”

“Okay Annie listen-”

“No you listen!”

The lettuce head froze in his hands.

“You’ve been doing this for weeks! Even- even I don’t know how many months!”

Armin slowly put down the lettuce on the counter, looking down at his feet.

“And you never let me in! Like, ever! I don’t understand why!” she continued, her arms flailing around, before resting on her hips, “every single day, every fucking day you lock yourself up in that room for hours! And I know you’re playing around with your shells but why are you hiding like this?! I’m not gonna pretend that something is not up,” she was pacing around the kitchen, Armin watching her from the corner of his eyes. “I know I’m the one who suggested it, but- but-” she sighed, “even when we go out on the beach, your eyes are always down, searching for even more shells! What is up with you?!”

“Annie-”

“I don’t understand what you’re hiding, I don’t understand why you’re hiding it,” suddenly she stopped, Armin looked at her, “we moved in together, Armin, we live under the same goddamn roof.”

“Annie-”

“What?Annie what? You’re sorry? Keep it to yourself! You’ve already apologized twice before but nothing ever changed,” she turned, and before he could stop her, she stormed into their bedroom.

And he was left alone in the kitchen.

The ocean waves swayed in a symphony, but when he looked outside, all he saw was a dark mass that swallowed him whole.

Armin huffed, he knew this was coming, he knew it so well.

Annie wasn’t wrong.

But she wasn’t right either.

He was doing it for her. He was locking himself up to make her the perfect jewelry.

Armin kicked the heel of his shoes against the cabinet. Thud thud thud. Putting a rhythm to his mind and his thoughts.

Maybe... she was right. She didn’t know what he was doing, she felt left out.

They only have each other.

No one should leave the other in the dark.

No matter what.

Armin pushed himself off the cabinets, and walked towards the room.

He stood at the threshold, watching Annie curled on her side of the bed under the duvet.

He pressed his lips together, but he didn’t dare make a sound, even though he knew she was aware of his presence.

He sat on his side of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.

Annie didn’t move.

Armin sighed. He fucked up, and he must fix it.

He kicked off his shoes, and slithered under the duvet.

His face confronted her back.

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She turned around-

“I’m sorry,” they both said at the same time.

Armin bit his lips to stop himself from smiling, while gazing at Annie’s stoic face, with a slight dip between her eyebrows.

They talked, confessed, together at the same time, their words overlapping.

“I know your craft means so much to you-”

“I’ve been leaving you out of this-”

“I don’t mean that you should spend every single moment with me-”

“And I want to spend more time with you-”

Then the last sentence, they breathed it together, “I promise to be a better person.”

Their eyes on each other, blue meeting blue.

Magnetic force pulled them towards each other, capturing each other's lips, hands running over each other's bodies.

Their clothes were stripped and thrown on the floor, while the groceries in the kitchen were left untouched.

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The most valuable times for Annie were these moments when she woke up beside him, heads on the same pillow, skin on skin, under the blankets.

The warmth like an aura around his body made her alive, incomparable to soft rays of early morning sun filtering through the window.

It was so early and everything was quiet, even the ocean fell in a quiet slumber.

Without moving, she checked the time.

There was still a couple of hours before Armin's usual wake up time.

She usually got up before him, went on an extra walk, or maybe a dip in the ocean.

But getting up from bed and leaving this beauty behind would be as bad as a crime.

So she stayed, watching his face. His breath warm on her face, his lips slightly parted, bangs ruffled on his forehead. Mildly, she caressed them, brushing them off his forehead. Before she cupped his cheek, and she held the world and the sun and the ocean— all together in her palm.

His eyelashes fanned upon his closed eyes like sun rays. She tilted her head up, and kissed his eyelid, soft, like a feather.

Armin was a light sleeper, the last thing she wanted was to ruin his sleep.

A cold breeze wafted through the window, Annie shivered. She noticed Armin hunching his back, he must be cold as well.

She inched closer, cautious, wrapping her arms around his frame, over his shoulder, nesting her head on his chest. The warmth radiating off his body relaxed her muscles, and in those moments, deep inside, something would stir in her, feelings she wasn’t aware she would experience one day.

Arms wrapped around her, and she tensed, did she wake him up?

She peeked up at him, he was already watching her, his eyes barely open.

He tried to speak, but no voice came out. After he cleared his throat, he tried again, “Good… morning.” his voice deep, hoarse.

She rubbed her feet against the mattress, “Did I wake you up?” she whispered.

He squinted his eyes, deep in thought, “If I said no?”

“Good.”

“And if I said yes?”

Annie runs her tongue on the inside of her teeth, “I can make it up for you.”

At that, Armin props himself up on one elbow, raising an eyebrow, beckoning her to continue.

With one finger pointing at his chest, she said, “I’ll make you breakfast.”

He snorted, the voice vibrated through Annie’s body, and she had to swallow.

“No,” was his simple, predictable answer.

“Your lose,” She said, swinging her legs off the bed, but before she could stand up, arms wrapped around her, rolling her in bed.

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Breakfast time was long gone, so, after Armin went through the groceries from the night before, he made a light meal for both of them. While he cooked, Annie watched him, sitting on the counter, her legs swinging.

She enjoyed watching him cook, muscles of his arms flexing as he cut tomatoes, brushing his bangs away from his face, wiping his hands on the towel.

By that point she could blindly sculpt a statue of his body.

He also enjoyed catching her off guard, catching her eyes every now and then. When they first moved together, she would blush furiously and avert her eyes, but now, even though she still blushes, sometimes she would pay him back with a sudden kiss, or sometimes she would dare him with more than a kiss.

It was the privilege of a peaceful life, the result of going to hell and back, tolerating an agonizing pain for years.

A slow-paced life, where everything was in place, everything was right.

They reached the end of the labyrinthine, they might as well celebrate their victory.

Post afternoon, and after a meal with their legs tangled under the table, they strolled along the shore.

Annie never imagined that she would settle down in a cabin by the beach, every day the seagulls waking her up, and every night the ocean waves lulling her to sleep.

Hand by hand, shoes off, the sand tickling her feet, like walking on a pile of feathers.

The sun above them soft on their skin, a chilly afternoon, perfect for a walk.

Armin tried so hard to keep his gaze on the horizon, fighting the urge to peak down and hunt for shells.

He wouldn’t rest until he found the perfect shell for Annie’s piece.

However, he remembered his promise to Annie, wanted to spend more time with her, she wanted to spend more time with him.

An especially shiny shell caught his attention, tempting him to kneel down, and plunge his hands in the sand and go back to the cabin with a bag full of new shells.

“I was thinking of going to town for a few days,” Annie said, catching Armin off guard, “my father wrote to me and said he’s holding a dinner, and we’re invited.”

“Oh, yeah sure,” Armin answered. Her father lived only half an hour away, in the town, alongside a couple of their old friends as well.

They lived with him for a couple of weeks before, as they went hunting for their own place. He was an old nice man, but he certainly had a temper.

Armin was exceptionally nervous around her father for the first few months. For what reason, he still didn’t know, but something about that man made him rethink everything he wanted to say twice.

But after all, her father accepted their relationship, if not a bit too dramatically, for he cried and hugged Armin for the first time.

In the end, they had to move out, Annie was adamant they had their own house.

Armin smiled, “You can move out and live with your father.”

Annie raised an eyebrow.

“You know, I can move with you-” his voice got muffled; Annie’s palm on his mouth.

“No.”

“Whyyyy?” he asked, his voice choked up with a laugh, he wanted to try biting Annie’s hand on his mouth.

“If each of us would get a different room, then yeah sure,” she answered, lowering her hand, and continuing her walk.

“Not my fault you’re too loud-”

Annie started running.

The nearby village could hear Armin’s howling laugh.

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Annie waited at the cabin longer than Armin would need to catch up to her. She wondered what was taking him so long, though she had a clear idea what was holding him off.

She waited by the door, but then the sun got a little uncomfortable, so she went inside. She hated that the first thing she thought of was checking Armin’s workshop.

She immediately shook her idea, shoving it away. Intrusiveness wasn’t her trait.

But the door glowed in her sight. Walking to it, and turning the knob seemed like the most tempting thing ever.

“No,” she said it out loud, to convince herself to stop.

She would certainly be upset if she was in his shoes. She would never do that to him.

Nope.

Never.

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She walked to the door. An old, small door, compared to a standard door, Armin had to bend to get through, but Annie bet she can walk through it, with her head brushing the door frame.

A tiny place for a workshop, she thought, she wondered how he keeps his tools there, the dozens of seashells bags going there, never going out again.

She was burning to know what was in there.

She was in front of the door, she could lift her hand, and turn the knob, and she could see it all for herself.

Finally,

She reached for the antique door knob.

Her palm rested on it.

Turn it turn it turn it turn it-

She twirled and walked away, right to their bedroom, without even a glance back.

A minute or two after, she heard the door of the cabin open and close. Annie got up, not thinking much of it, “Hey what took you so long-”

Armin stood there, with a handful of seashells in his hands.

Annie threw her head back…

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“Listen-”

“It hadn’t even been a day, not a single day had passed,” Annie said, frustration evident in her voice, which was as rare as the sky turning green.

“Annie, I can explain.”

Annie crossed her arms, waiting for him to explain.

Armin sighed, he didn’t want to spoil the surprise, he had to come up with something.

“I’m making something.”

“Yeah no shit.”

“No no no I mean I’m making something,” he said, his closed clutch on the seashells flailing around.

Annie sighed, “Try again.”

“I’m honest, I’m making something.”

“And?” she inquired.

A moment of silence passed, Armin trying so hard to come up with something, anything.

Annie knew that face very well, the face Armin makes when he’s trying to come up with a good fight in a debate, the face he does when he would lob a few words to hypnotize a whole crowd of people.

But not on her.

Never on her.

She knew him too well for his own good.

Without waiting for an answer, she turned around, returning to their room. She threw over her shoulder, “Tomorrow is the dinner at my father’s house,” before she vanished from sight.

Armin, left alone, stared down at the seashells in his hands.

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Armin spent most of the night in his workshop, his hands working, but his mind somewhere else.

He didn’t talk to Annie since their confrontation, nor did any of them eat.

Embarrassment gnawed at him, he promised her, yet he broke the promise.

He must be a terrible partner.

Armin sighed.

He wondered why he was even trying to make Annie a piece of jewelry, to win her heart?

Pfft

She was better off without him anyway.

She could leave him at any second and he wouldn’t even question it. She was smart, pretty, skillful, talented, gorgeous, sweet, and... nice.

And what was he? He couldn’t think of one good trait about himself. Not good enough to match hers.

And he fucked up.

He groaned, letting his head fall on the desk.

The pile of the new shells sat in his sight line, waiting to be cleaned of the sand, but he had no intention of doing so. He wanted to cage himself in his workshop forever, rather than facing Annie again after he broke his promise.

Armin swallowed, wondering how he would meet her father the next day.

Mr. Leonhart was protective, way too protective. Armin knew he wouldn’t hesitate to cut off Armin’s head if he hurt Annie.

Naaah.

He thought. Annie is much more mature than that.

He snorted at himself, he had some stupid thoughts sometime, but this one was the stupidest of them all.

Annie ranting to her father about her boyfriend.

Pffft

Armin straightened his back on the chair, thinking of what he should do.

Then, at that moment, a glimmer caught his eyes.

Armin shook his head, peeking outside the small, circular window.

He wasn’t sure if it came from outside or from the inside, but then it happened again, this time, he was sure it came from the inside of the workshop. Armin looked around, trying to find it.

The moon light filtering through the glass, gleaming upon the pile of seashells accumulated on his desk.

The glimmer happened again.

But that time, Armin caught it.

It came from one of the seashells.

Armin scattered the pile on the desk, going over each shell, rotating it under the moonlight, trying to find that one seashell.

On his seventh try, he found it.

Something clicked, and Armin knew exactly what he had to do. Everything cleared in his mind, and he found it absurd that he only saw it now.

Locked in his small workshop, with his back bowed down. Armin finished his perfect piece when the first ray of sunshine broke the night.

uwu thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! next chapter (which is much much longer) will be posted in a couple of days or so can't wait for the other ships to make their cameos hahhaaa thank you for reading! like always, feedback, kudos, all is much appreciated

#aruani #armin arlert #Annie Leonhardt #armin x annie #aot #snk #attack on titan #fanfiction #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #jeanpiku #jean kirschtien x pieck finger #pikujean #reiner braun x hitch dreyse #Mikasa Ackerman #I think mikasa deserves to move on #these ships will appear in the next chapter #love yall #hope you enjoy

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pepito-drawing · 2 years

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#jeanpiku #jean kirstein #jean kirschtien #aot season 4 #aot fanart #aot #snk #snk fanart #pieck finger #pieck fanart #pieck snk #jean x pieck

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salepconcept · 2 years

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Pieck: I’m in love with you.

Jean : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Pieck: I know.

Jean : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

#jeanpiku incorrect quotes #jeanpiku #pikujean #fingerstein #jean kirstein #pieck finger #jean x pieck #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #jean kirschtien

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babyyweebbitch · 2 years

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⋆ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆

⋄ headcannons ⋄

please just stand normally — zeke, reiner, porco and Annie

S/O with tattoos and piercings — levi and eren

boob pillows — hange, levi and reiner

aot characters with an s/o who was a teen mom (modern au) — part one eren, armin, hange, reiner and porco | part two levi, onyankopon, yelena

aot characters as pictures in my phone — reiner, eren, armin, zeke, colt, levi, jean, sasha and mikasa

Smile — Reiner, porco, pieck and reiner

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jakinana · 3 years

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I wanted too much to draw them :))

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschtien #pieck finger #jeanpieck #jean x pieck

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bella-donna418 · 3 years

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PTA Meetings

A/N: Modern AU.

Basically some ships I ship when going to parental meetings cuz uwuwuwuwuwuuwu

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EreMika (Eren and Mikasa)

During parental meetings Eren used to be the only person to go since he's like, "No, I'm the one going. Who knows what might happen to you?"

And when he gets home, a jealous Mikasa greets him—glaring at him.

It's like she had these senses and she was right.

The ladies in the parental meeting STARE at him (yes, even the teachers) then notices his ring and end up like, 😳 who the wife? (CUZ THEY NEVER SAW MIKASA BEFORE)

Ends up calming down when she sees their tiny ol'' child (THEIR CHILD WILL BE SO PERFECT THEY BASICALLY WON LIFE. I ENVY—)

So in the end, they end up going in parental meetings together and ofc, they've become clearly unapproachable, but stareable to the point the teacher just snaps and starts focusing on their job (like bro u gotta focus on work or u fired)

When they do get approached by other parents they wear their RBFs (proceed to google if clueless) and they still look FINE to which the parent is like 😳👉👈

But they'd just sit there and listen to what the teacher has to say and when the ladies stare at Eren, Mikasa has that dark aura around her (please insert AoT Junior High when Levi beat Eren up? or smth) and looks at them (the way she looked like when Historia and Eren talk scene)

And same goes for the men who stare at Mikasa LOL.

He goes straight up looking at them with an RBF and they just look away (he intimidating man—)

But overall, they get perfect attendances in parental meetings.

And usually, once they have finished those they don't go home.

They instead go to a restaurant with their little one and their bonding is just 🥺 (my heart though, pls call the ambulance—)

And if you're wondering what they wear...

Since both work and had to leave earlier during those times parental meetings are held, they'd be in their work outfits (because there's no time to go home and change—and it's also a decent outfit to wear)

*insert chapter 123 outfits cuz they just, ✨yes✨*

Overall, they're that kind of parents who wear their RBFs when someone approaches them but free real estate because you get to encounter them.

AruAni (Armin and Annie)

This is a very interesting one.

But like EreMika, they get perfect attendances during parental meetings, them being the earliest of all parents (wow best parents award LOL)

Annie doesn't look like she cares but she's usually thinking of their child during parental meetings (doesn't pay attention to any bullshit thing the teacher says cuz her mind busy)

Armin has been the attentive one listening to the school's plans for their children and all/announcements

Once approached by others, they'd turn around and be like, '???' and ask, "Can we help you?" (yes, they're always together)

The parents usually talk about them in secret (who knows good or bad maybe)

Annie would wear her signature RBF and raise a brow when she notices all of the other parents staring at them.

Oh and they'd be in their work clothes, assuming Annie is a lawyer and Armin is a teacher (can I be smart as you?)

Once they finally got home, they'll just cuddle with their little one and watch Netflix (IT'S ADORBS UWUWUWUWUWU)

JeanPiku (Jean x Pieck, and y e s, we exist and rise)

Ah.... the height difference—

Let's not talk about their height difference.

BUT. Pieck is that mom who smiles at everyone and everyone just </3 from her cuteness—Jean glaring at them from the back though—

Jean halfheartedly listens and Pieck slowly nodding at the teacher.

They both want to get this finished because one, Jean doesn't like being stared at and last is Pieck getting bored (even though she smiles a lot, she's been wanting to get out of those meetings)

Pieck would wear a blouse and a long skirt while Jean would be in his outfit from ep 1 in season 4 (yes we simped on the chin)

When they get home they'd bake some cookies or cupcakes and stuff (IT'D BE SO ADORABLE IK IT)

Springles (Connie and Sasha)

oH nOw we here.

Sasha would bring food lol

Connie and Sasha do attend (but most of the time Sasha goes on her own)

She's an attentive listener (surprisingly)

But when Connie does come with her, ohh tea got better.

*insert 2-3 hours long of humorous meetings when Connie arrives*

Sasha would wear a blouse and mini skirt while Connie would wear a simple shirt and pants.

When they finish, they'd go to a restaurant or anywhere to eat (I wonder whose money died 😂😂😂)

So if you like eating for dayz you lucky to have Spingles LOL

LeviHan (Levi and Hanji)

I don't even know what to say about these two LOL

The fact their too busy is just ✨indescribable✨

And if luck has it that their both free from work and boom—parental meeting, they either go with an intimidating RBF, or simply no.

However, if they go solo, Levi would be stared at by all the parents and he glares at them (ofc they get terrified and back away or stop)

When it comes to Hanji, her smile or RBF already made her unapproachable to which she feels happy about it.

They'd wear their work outfits or coats (they'd rather wear something professional than wear something casual)

Basically they'd only go to parental meetings they (mostly Levi) DEEM important.

But once the parental meeting is over they'd usually go to a mall or park to hangout after "excruciating" hours of sitting down listening to the teacher's blabberings about solicitation and stuff and they DON'T like it.

So after going through that meeting and knowing their agendas and blah blah blah, to escape that kind of stuff—they plan something beyond that (yes, especially those Christmas parties and stuff they go in a vacation somewhere lol)

Whoever have them as parents, YOU'RE FUCKING LUCKY TO ESCAPE YOUR SCHOOL'S GATHERINGS AND SHIT LOL

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A/N: Another disappointing HC lol (ik my HCs are straight up d i s s a p o i n t m e n t 👁👄👁)

Ok some of them may be OOC

AND YES, JEANPIKU IS MY YACHT DON'T DARE SINK IT— (yes ik the height difference, BUT THEY CUTE TOGETHER K?)

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