#winmin

Hi! You're no awkward. No worries.

Here's a link to the AO3 tag: https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Armin%20Arlert*s*Erwin%20Smith/works

Here's a link to the fanfiction.net tag:

And here's a link to what I've reblogged here. There's fanart mixed in too:

Armin: [confused] What ?

Erwin: What does "Mood" means. Hanji keeps using it in every text and I have no idea what does it means.

Armin: Well...Mood means that you relate to what this person did or said. You know it's to say you feel this person mental state on a deep level...You understood ?

Erwin: Thank you babe :)

Hanji: [falls down the stairs]

Erwin: Mood.

Armin: [whispers, horrified] What have I done ?

Hey guys! Out with another book! It's Ereri and Winmin(Armin x Erwin)(no hate their ages are changed. Eren is very much Legal. As is Armin) I've published 5 out of presumably 43, I have up to chapter 19 written and that's about 36,000 words so far. Give it a look if you want! It's pretty successful so far. Thanks guys!

Sample from Ch. 1 "Close Quarters"

Eren sighed as he looked up at the office building, he heard the soft zipping of traffic behind him. The backlash of the wind’s current against the mobile hunks of metal in the road caused his hair to shuffle gently across his brow. He sighed and hoisted the reusable grocery back onto his shoulder. Mikasa was in town for the night. And upon hearing that their father had forgotten his lunch at the house, she quickly sent Eren out to deliver the package.

“But Mikasa, why can’t you go?” He asked, nearly complained, as he looked at different DVD cases. Trying to decide what movie to watch to waste away the rest of the afternoon. That was when the reusable grocery bag hit him in the head, there was a loud clunk and a painful throb in the back of his head. “Ow!” He glared at his sister. Who looked back at him passively.

“Oh, must have forgotten to take the thermos out.” She hummed unapologetically. Eren grumbled but got the hint and stood to make the journey deeper into town.

Eren released a heavy sigh and rubbed the small bump on the back of his head, he grumbled as he walked into the building, the secretary briefly knew him, so she let him up without much fuss. To which he was thankful for, he didn’t have the patience to deal with any other people. He walked the hallway back to the elevator. From the corner of his eye he viewed the auburn hair of a woman, his head snapped over and his heart dropped. He glared at himself in the reflection of the metal doors which encompassed the elevator. He sighed and tried to shake the nerves off of his shoulders. It had been a few years, but he still caught glimpses of her from every direction.

Eren shook the thought from his head and watched the automatic numbers count down as the elevator approached. His father was a lab-worker for the head-quarters of some investigation business. Eren never really took much interest in it at all, he could care less where his father spent most of his time. And it wasn’t even the good part of investigating. He directed other doctors on how to perform tests and that shit. And the building wasn’t some station where guys with guns and badges thrived, it was literally the headquarters for a string of investigation teams that were stationed around the state. They didn’t do any crime-solving here, they just looked over reports and made sure the other investigators were doing their jobs. His foot tapped anxiously and impatiently. He sighed deeply and checked his watch, he couldn’t even be sure that his father would be in his office. The man always left his phone off at work. Mikasa always tried to lecture him about how dangerous that was, if Eren was left in the house alone without a way to get a hold of their father. Especially if she was in her classes. Eren always argued that he was completely fine and could take care of himself, he was just on the brink of nineteen years old for fuck’s sake.

Mikasa was in school a couple of hours away, a local university. She had been accepted as soon as she applied. She urged Eren to apply as well, but he wasn’t accepted. Mikasa was extremely disappointed and had stated that she might not even go to school at all. It took nearly a week, but Eren had finally convinced her to pursue college. It was the one she was most acclimated to. Plus, there was no way they could afford for both of them to go anyway. Eren was fine working a simple life for now until he worked up enough money to send himself to medical school or something. But he hadn’t quite found a job yet, having a hard time adapting to the customers who came through fast food joints. And he wasn’t exactly coordinated enough to work at a restaurant, when he had tried working for the restaurant his mother used to work at, he dropped three family’s meals into their laps. No one knew how he had managed to complete such a feat.

The hairs on the back of Eren’s neck prickled up as a set of footsteps approached and soon someone was standing next to him. He didn’t want to look over, for fear of having to interact with the newcomer. But an alluring scent of cologne caught his senses, it was subtle but clean, roguish and minty. It reminded him of a thyme zest cleaner his mother used to use on the floors and table. Before he could talk himself out of it, he briefly glanced out of the corner of his eye. His breath stuck in his throat, his eyes strained just slightly to take in the other’s appearance. He was shorter, but he carried himself confidently, if not a bit boredly. Everything about this man contradicted, his shoulders were relaxed but stiff. His stance was casual, yet his posture was impeccably perfect. His eyes and focus were trained on a piece of paper in his hand, yet his eyes cast a bored sense of informality at the words on the document. The man’s hair was neatly cut into a bewitching undercut, his hair was inky black. Eren wondered if the other dyed it, seeing how dark the shade was Eren couldn’t decipher if it was even natural. Eren took in the sharp features of the male, his high cheekbones, his blade-like nose and jawline, the cutting bold and dull grey eyes. Or were they blue? Eren couldn’t tell, and the man was looking directly at him-

The man was looking directly at him.

Eren felt his heart jump into his throat and he was too slow to look ahead, he hoped that the other wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up his cheeks and ears.

“Oi, what are you looking at?”.” A deep, damn near sultry voice emanated from the man beside him and Eren was worried that his shoulders wouldn’t be the only things going stiff. He nearly choked on his tongue and he whipped his head around to look away from the other. He opened his mouth to ask what the other had meant when the elevator dinged and opened after shuttering to a rickety stop. Eren was thankful for the damn thing this once because now he could avoid whatever conversation this extremely attractive man was trying to engage with him. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor number his dad’s office was on. He took a deep breath, which caught in his throat when a muscular-looking arm reached around him, he could feel the heat from the man’s chest on his back as the other pressed the floor number he was headed to.

Hmm... Wonder what our favourite priest has gotten himself into this time...

Is that another shoutout to @dinklebert I hear?

Hello! 21 year old looking for a long term roleplay partner for Attack on Titan. I do mostly Eren x Levi or Erwin x Armin, and I usually play Armin or Eren. I can play top or bottom.

You must be 18 or over, and a literate, detailed, and well-written roleplayer.

I enjoy fantasy AUs, historical AUs, mythological creatures, and folklore. I'm very friendly, and I love to brainstorm and come up with intricate worlds! I like to talk about things outside of roleplay too. Please feel free to message me here or on Discord at ArminArlert#4415