Heeeyyyy~ Well this is the short version of drabbles~ I took the idea from one of my oneshots "Confession" it was ErenXArmin. So I decided to twist it up a little making it ArminXFem!Eren

WARNING: Not beta'ed, mistakes and stuffs. a little OCC

DISCLAIM: OH PLEASE THIS GREAT CREATION GOES TO HAJIME-SAMA. I ONLY OWN THE STORY

Pairing of the chapter: DarkGrownUp!ArminXFem!Eren

"Mother.."

The giant lift the woman in his hand, crushing her limp body. The blood splashed everywhere. Eren could feel warm crimson blood splashed on her cheeks. It was awful, scary and frightening.

To see her own mother being devoured by the creature she despise the most.

"MOTHER!"

Eren woke up screaming, sweating and panting. She would never get used to the dream. That nightmare. She gripped on the sheet tightly, her widen eyes looking around the room in fear. She tried to calm herself, tug herself back to sleep but she was wide awake, too afraid to go to sleep. Thankfully tonight she was not sleeping in the dungeon. The corporal have been kind enough to treat her like other human, letting her sleep in an actual room than a dungeon.

"Eren..?" a voice echoed from the door. The brunet slowly tilted her head up to look at the male walking towards her.

"Armin.." she whispered, feeling her throat as if on fire. The blonde sat right beside her on the bed, the mattress sank from the weight.

"Eren.. Are you having another nightmare..?" Armin said in concern. He tugged a stray hair from her face, another hand on hers. His thumb stroking her hand gently trying to calm her. After receiving a nod, he wrapped his arms around the petite girl, holding her carefully as if he hugs any tighter she might break like china. His big warm hand rubbing in circle on her back. "Shh.. it's alright.. I'm here.. There's no need to worry about it anymore, Eren..." he said softly beside her ear.

Armin was once a weak, fragile yet a genius. He was not physically strong boy. Not until when he was seventeen he hit his puberty. His girl like tone turned to low and muscular. His petite body grew muscles from the harsh training. He kept his hair like his usual but tied the upper into a ponytail. He was cute, but then cuteness turned into handsome. Eren can't count how many girls fall for him, more than Mikasa.

The brunet clung on his shirt, her face buried into his chest. Armin did not care if his shirt got wet and dirty, as long as Eren is fine. It was rare to see Eren cry, but not when she saw her mother died being eaten. Even in dreams. After a pregnant silent with only the sounds of soft sobbing and sniffing, Eren calmed down. She pushed herself away from her childhood friend, her head tilted down as she wiped the remaining tears with her sleeve.

"Thanks Armin but you better leave before someone founds out" Eren said, not looking at the male.

"Eren.." Armin tired to touch her shoulder but stopped when she raised her hand.

"I'm fine"

"Eren.."

" I SAID I'M FINE!" she finally looked at the man. And she realised she had yelled, it was too late to take it back. Armin face darken, and Eren was regretting. Seconds after that, she was pulled back into the arms of the blonde's, his nose was touching her neck, making her shivered slightly.

"If your're fine, then tell me why are you shaking? Why did your voice cracked? And why are your eyes widen as if in fear?" he hit the nail. Eren knew she'll never be able to lie to him, especially when he'd been with her for years.

"It'll be fine, Eren, just trust me, rely on me. I'll make the nightmares go away" he whispered, tighten his hug. Eren slowly hugged back.

"I promise, Eren. I will protect you. " Armin's face, if possible darken more. His eyes could be compare with a devil's.

"No one will take you away from me"

SOOOOO How was it? Yeah it's short but hey, drabbles~

Do you like Dark!Armin~? I realised he'll be that kind of character when he grew up. I mean, come on! If you read the part when Eren was kidnapped, he smiled and that scared me. You should go check the original smile that Hajime-sama drew.

Well then,

R&R

-Koi