I am one of those rare few who ships Aruanni. Shame on me but the two blondes are just adorable together sometimes. I will go down with this ship.
Lol, anyway, when I have writer's block with my main AoT Levihan AU story I thought it might be nice to have a little Aruanni drabble collection to do on the side. So that's what I'm doing. I'll probably make Levihan and Eremika drabble collections as well, we'll see.
The chapter name will also contain the chapter's rating so you can glance at it if you want to know. I'll make each chapter based on a single word prompt, and I'll accept prompts as well so don't be shy.
Armin was someone all in the trainee corps would grow to consider as composed, mature, not in the least bit perverted of mind. And he was the epitome of those definitions. For the most part. And while some might consider him a crybaby upon first meeting him, he had proven time and time again during training to be quite the opposite.
As for his innocence, he was always the epitome of that word. Even when the boys talked in the barracks about women and made innuendos of all different kinds, they all flew over his head, owning no place in his calculating, sophisticated mind.
So why now, sitting down for dinner in the mess hall, was this affecting him so?
While of course, he had considered women to be beautiful here and again, Armin had never been truly attracted to anybody. Or rather: never aroused. Yet here he was, gulping down the lump in his throat and crossing a leg over his knee to hide his predicament. All because Annie Leonhardt (of all people) decided to lick the remnants of her gruel off of her fingers. Or suck it off, rather.
He bit his lip as she did the same to the other hand. It might not have struck a chord with the smallest smidgen of perverted thinking he had in that head of his. Might not have, if she weren't behaving so sensually as she did so. Her movements were slow and deliberate, eyes lidded and pink tongue peeking out just enough to see, almost as if she was trying to affect whatever male might be watching.
He still stared even when she had finished, and she must have sensed his gaze because her ice blue irises rose to lock with his own bright blues. He stiffened considerably at having been caught, but he didn't look away. There was no point in that, she already knew he was watching her. And realization dawned on her features as she considered him. From his reddened cheeks to his stiffened demeanor.
She didn't appear to be perturbed or amused. In fact, she didn't really react at all. She simply blinked at him, and tilted her head, as if to study him.
He did likewise, gaze roaming her sharp features and lingering on the nose that everyone had the nerve to insult when she wasn't around. Most of the boys called her nose bird-like, but he found it to be more sloped and elegant. Cute hair he had always considered pretty, but he had never had the urge to run his fingers through the strands to see if they were as silky as they appeared until now.
And then there was her figure. All the girls of the trainee corps had slim, well-muscled bodies. A boy can't help but notice that. Though most of the girls here weren't quite as well-endowed in the hips and chest as Annie. That particular thought had him wondering just what she was hiding under those thick, wooly shirts she always wore outside of training. And then his imagination had the audacity to try and show him what could be under her shirt...
'Okay, that's far enough.'
He stopped his thoughts then and there, skin flushing deeply with color as he gulped and looked away from her. He didn't look back up for the rest of the evening, intent on trying to forget the moment. But his mind sure as hell didn't drop the subject. In fact, his thoughts kept replaying the whole scene until he fell asleep that night.
A.N.
I just love these two and they don't get enough love ;^;