9, eremin (eren/armin) please <3
9. Things you said when I was cryingThank you for requesting these poor sweet boys!
“Eren, Eren, it’s okay, it’s-”
“No!” Eren wailed as he pulled back, scrubbing frantically at the tears that streaked his cheeks, thick and fast. “I-I-It’s just-”
“Amazing?” Armin finished with a grin, and Eren flashed a wobbly smile at him before he buried his face back into his hands, shoulders hitching.
“Hey,” Armin chided as he shifted closer, wrapped an arm around Eren’s waist and pulled him close, hands settling onto the small of his back. “We’re both going to be dads.”
“Shuddup and lemme enjoy my moment,” Eren grumbled, but he hiccupped and pressed his face into Armin’s hair, fingers clutching at Armin’s shoulders desperately, like he was the only concrete thing in the world.
He decided to ignore the snot and tears that would doubtlessly coat his hair, and instead Armin smiled, kissed Eren on the side of his neck, and hummed quietly as he traced his way up, found a trembling hand waiting on him. Their fingers tangled together, secure, familiar, and Armin squeezed tight as he closed his eyes. “We finally did it,” he whispered, “We’re finally adopting kids.”
“Fuck yeah we are,” Eren sniffled, shaking his head, voice colored with disbelief. And Armin couldn’t blame him. They’d been trying for nearly three years and finally, after so long, it was so close. Just a little bit longer.
Armin pulled back and Eren leaned back, let Armin wipe at his flushed cheeks before he leaned up and pecked Eren on the lips. “Remember that one little girl?”
“Yeah, her. I know you loved her, and-”
“Is she still there?” Eren’s voice climbed to a shout, and Armin winced, pulled back further as Eren smiled apologetically, kissed his forehead. “Is she there? Can we adopt her?” he said again, softer, practically vibrating.
It took a second for the realization to hit, and Eren snapped straighter, eyes blown wide as he gasped. He lunged forward, hand clutching Armin’s hips as he hefted the blond into the air, pulling him to his chest as he spun around, laughing and crying once more. “Nao! We get Nao!”
Armin couldn’t even find it in himself to remind Eren about the paperwork, about what they still had to do. He just laughed, the tears finally coming when Eren set him back down, drew him in, peppered soft, warm kisses all across his face as he giggled and squirmed, excitement thrumming through his veins. “Yeah,” he said finally, “We can get Nao. We can be dads.”
There was a victorious smile on Eren’s lips when he kissed Armin again, and he merely sighed, delighted, and melted into it, chasing sweet joy and bright possibilities.
