All into soft things

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“Does that- hurt?” Samuel asked, and Armin realized the boy had been staring at him relentlessly for a few moments.

Armin raised a brow in question and Samuel simply pointed with trepidation to his own face.

“Oh,” Armin breathed out in realization, but paused before he answered. He hadn’t been asked that question yet.

“Yeah, I guess it does.” He said after a moment. “But… I don’t really notice it because it’s also healing itself. The scarring goes away completely in about an hour.” He finished.

In truth, everything about the process hurt- but he was so used to it now that it no longer mattered. All pain becomes numb eventually… at least that’s what he’d learned ever since he set out on this absurd journey to become a Scout.

No… it was before that. On the streets of Shiganshina when the other boys chased him down and bruised him for his bread. When he came home one day to find only his grandfather in the house, and the Military Police had explained with stony faces that his parents were never coming back. Clutching his grandfather’s straw hat as he watched him marching off to die beyond the wall.

A bit early, it's not June 2nd yet - but happy 3rd birthday to VBEOW! Can't believe it's been three whole-ass years. I honestly haven't been able to write as much as I'd hoped this past year, but the story means just as much to me as when it was conceived, if not more! Up until now, the fic has also received much love and I'm honestly so happy and grateful for it T_T thank you all so much.

Thank you Anna, @annawayne , for once again creating something so breathtakingly gorgeous to mark the occasion T/////T The art is just so beautiful I want to make a wall to wall tapestry and stare at it until my eyes bleed akdjjwbdkwjshjw T////T look at aruani enjoying Kald!!! Ughhehdhkwmdiwkdnsks

To many more such birthdays to VBEOW!

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she’s so pretty 😭❤️ her bride attire is so beautiful, I really love the tights and heels combination and all the little bows

Another update for you all :) Read here. Excerpt below!

“I keep saying to myself that I wish you could see it, and then I remember that you have seen it.” He said, a bitter laugh caught in his throat. “And maybe you all must have been tired and scared and intimidated by all of that open land and no civilization in sight.” He sighed. “Ironic, isn’t it? I’ll never stop thinking that- though I’m sure you would say that I’m beating a dead horse to keep comparing things from the past.”

I would say that, she thought to herself. If only because Armin had never heard the phrase before she said it and was so adorably disgusted at the needless violence of it. Which only made her repeat it every so often to playfully ruffle his feathers.

“I can’t help myself, though… All I ever wanted was to cross the sea and find an empty unassuming world. Maybe not empty- I would have been delighted to find people living somewhere and learn from them even though at the time I couldn’t fully allow myself to imagine it.” He sucked in a breath. “But you four… you got to experience that under circumstances that made it terrible.”

Annie saw it in her mind’s eyes as he described it. She remembered the dryness in her mouth and the pit in her stomach as she and Reiner and Bertholdt and Marcel stared out at the endless dunes ahead of them, hearing the horn blast of the Marleyan steamship as it disappeared on the horizon behind them. Hundreds of kilometers from their family and their past and everything they had ever known.

He was right, she thought, the sea was a bitter memory for her. Not a happy one in the slightest.

ngl... it doesn't take long for Annie to surrender most holding to Armin, lol. Nothing malicious it's just that she;s responsible for all late-night hungry cries and round-the-clock appetite of their daughter that she can blame no one for but herself

I can totally see Armin being a little worried of "taking" their baby from Annie's arms whenever she's holding her even though he really really wants to! so as soon as Annie gives the green light, Armin's the one holding her and looking at her little face in awe 24/7

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Sure, Annie is a cat person, but Armin already has a bunch of rats when they move in together so she can't get a kitty. She's initially hesitant around them (they're small and squeaky and disgusting), and she makes Armin promise her that he'll do all the caretaking and that they won't bother her at all. Soon, however, she warms up to them. She spends lazy afternoons watching them play and eat and run around in the huge multi-decker cage Armin has built for them (full of microscopic swings and wheels and tiny hammocks), and she finds them oddly soothing. So she starts petting them and cleaning their cage and giving them treats. She likes the little rascals.

One day, while she's giving one of the rats (named Ratosaurus Rex - Rex for short) a bath, she feels a little lump growing on its belly. She asks Armin what it is.

"Probably a tumor." He grimaces. "They develop them very quickly."

Annie is devastated. "Should we get him to the vet?"

Armin sighs. "We will and he may have it removed, but there's a chance that there's nothing to be done. They live awfully short lives, I'm afraid."

Annie is a mess. She isolates herself in the bedroom and cries, refusing to speak, refusing to eat. Armin joins her at night, hugging her close as she sobs in his chest.

"What's the point of having a pet if they're going to die so quickly?" she asks miserably.

"We're not doing this just for us, Annie," he says while petting her hair. "We're doing it for them too. We're giving them the best life they could possibly have. Making sure they're eating well, that they're happy, that they're not alone; that's the most anyone can hope for." He squeezes her arms. "All good things come to an end. In the meantime, we enjoy the small moments."

Tears still swimming in her eyes, Annie says nothing, only buries her face deeper into the crook of his neck. He's right, she supposes, all good things come to an end. She wonders if that's what he tells himself all those times she has walked out on him (only to crawl back a day later). Then it hits her. Armin loves the rats like he loves her. Like her, the rats are small, kind of gross, misunderstood by most people, and not likely to stay long. And, like with her, Armin gives them his whole heart, pledging himself to their happiness until they flourish under his care. And maybe, she thinks, maybe she can love the rats like she loves Armin. Something playful, intelligent and pure, that she's scared shitless of losing, and to which she desperately clings to, nonetheless.

HOW CUTE!

they both share one bed and they’re both shy shy shy so they sleep facing away from one another but back to back. so they know the other is there.

but they both can’t sleep at all and they’re eyes wide open. mind awake. both tryna shut up that dayum heart racing of theirs ahdhjwhsbw wait i’m imagining this as them sharing a bed for the first time please not timeskip 139 them

and then i can imagine armin calling out to annie and her mumbling in return and then he doesn’t know what to say so he just goes silent

then there’s rustling of bed sheets and then armin finds an arm wrapping around his waist v gently and hairs tickling the lower nape of his neck

‘you could’ve just asked for cuddles, annie’ and she pinches his arm lightly and he’s laughing and turning around to face her and she has that iconic scowl on her face which instantly disappears the moment armin gives her a nose kiss

and then i can imagine them talking about the future and tings and armin lightly kissing her forehead out of no where when she’s speaking

annie tracing armin’s features like jawline, cheeks and blooping his nose

armin whispering sweet nothings and annie curling into his chest to hide her redden cheeks only for him to curl into her too and continue

armin playing with the ring around annie’s finger. you decided wedding ring or WHAT WHDJHWJSHS

annie playing with armin’s hair and pushing his bangs away from his forehead and she finds the look quite handsome (139 timeskip hair) armin noticing her staring—

armin: ‘become my hairstylist annie’ (´∀｀*)

annie: ‘no’ Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

armin: ‘but you like me and my hair don’t you?’

annie: ‘yeah and?’

armin: ‘you can do it for me~’

annie: ‘no’

Annie self-harming when she’s stressed or feels numb and Armin was the first person she let see her marks…

He offers to bring her back to his house a couple days later, after collecting a couple oils and ointments to rub into her scars to help them fade.

The faraway yet lovestruck look in her eyes as he rubs her arm, always smiling, always gentle, going into detail about the healing properties of the oils he’s using to distract her, the way he’s only silenced by Annie steadily leaning in to kiss him, as if his ramblings had out her in a trace.

The way he keeps caressing her arm as she reaches to cup his cheek with her other hand…

The way he doesn’t break away even as her tears start to flow and he just reaches out with his free hands to wipe them away.

This ask is from November I am truly ashamed of myself 🥲

Anyways, TW: self-harm

Oh this is so comforting anon T////T Though he has only good intentions somewhere in the back of his mind, Armin wonders if by doing this, he's just another one of those shitty people from Annie's past; people who would get close to her under the guise of comforting her while having ulterior motives of their own. He worries, so he always tries not to say too much about the scars themselves, rambling pointlessly about the oils and where the herbs are found and how they're made and the weird history surrounding them. He rambles so much that Annie forgets exactly why she's here and what he's doing to all the sad, red gashes on her arms and smiles. She'd never imagined it possible - that any thought or sensation associated with her arms could make her smile.

But his touch is soft, gentle, not an ounce of pity in them, firm with honesty and sincerity. And dare she think it... Affection? Like? Something more? He speaks so carefully always, never wanting to step over the line but how does she tell him? That it's okay if he does? Will he understand with a kiss? Step over, come in, be closer to me.

And what comes is the realisation, while her lips are on his, eyelashes grazing his cheeks, that she's never wanted to open up for someone like this in her whole life. Surely, what remarkable feat could she ever have performed to get this blessing? Annie isn't a terrible person, but by all accounts, she's nothing great either.

But she'll take it. Stupid ass haircut and soda-can glasses. He'll be helpless and dead in a second if they lived inside that Titan video game, but what does it matter?

His eyes, voice and fingers encircling her ugly wrist have her heart knotted beyond repair. Maybe her scars brought her here, to his room, to his safety.

He's a well-behaved, proper, good boy!

Any gentlemanly advice given by Mr and Mrs Yeager (And his grandpa) to Eren's deaf ears, Armin absorbed

but he'd definitely the type to plan cute dates and bring treats and some flowers, and Annie is in a constant state of overwhelm because WTF HOW IS THIS REAL!?!!??

Although eventually, Annie gets used to it. To this day, she lets him open up jars for her (even though she can crush them with her bare hands) and to pick up things for her from high shelves (even though she can easily climb up/jump)

Aruani Christmas Week 2019

Day 1: Fluff/Winter

Summary: Armin and Annie enjoy looking at the ocean, well at least one of them is looking at the ocean.

Genre: Fluff, just pure fluff

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Annie Leonhart

Word Count: 486

Labelling random pics I found in pinterest with aot characters

because I was bored asf:

Summary: Armin notices something is bothering Annie

Genre: Angst, Hurt with comfort, fluff

Trigger warning: Pregnancy and mention of death

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Annie Leonhart

Word Count: 3,182