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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/_Erwin_Smith, Levi/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Erwin_Smith, Eren_Yeager, Mikasa_Ackerman
  Additional Tags:
      Implied_Levi/Eren_Yeager, Desk_Sex, No_actual_sex, at_least, just_really
      heavy_smut, i_like_smut, PWP, handjobs, Blowjobs, still_don't_know_what
      im_doing, Winmin_-_Freeform, erumin_-_Freeform, whatever_it's_called,
      OOC, NSFW, i_ship_this_pairing_so_hard, relations_with_a_minor, sassy
      armin, Originally_Posted_on_FanFiction.Net, But_was_deleted
  Series:
      Part 2 of Thanks
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-23 Words: 4315
****** Thanks, I Guess ******
by 9haharharley1
Summary
     The Commander has been inviting Armin to his office an awful lot
     lately, and Armin just wants to know why.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Armin, wait!”
 
Armin turned around, held in place by the hand on his wrist. Mikasa stared at
him, eyes stern and serious. The blonde suddenly felt incredibly nervous.
 
Mikasa only ever gave that look to Eren.
 
“Yes, Mikasa?” he asked hesitantly. “What is it?”
 
“Are you all right?” the raven asked. Her eyes darted over every visible inch
of her friend. “You’re not in pain? The Commander hasn’t hurt you in any way?”
 
Armin jerked out of her grip, surprise written all over his face. “What? No!
The Commander just wants me to look over some plans. That’s all he ever wants!”
 
Mikasa’s eyes hardened. “But why you? Isn’t that what he has the squad leaders
for?”
 
The blonde shrugged. “How am I supposed to know?”
 
“Because you’re the smart one,” Mikasa deadpanned with a glare. “I swear,
Armin, if he hurts you-”
 
“Mikasa, seriously, I’m fine!” Armin assured with a small smile. “I don’t think
Commander Erwin would ever hurt me, or any of us.” He turned to walk away. “I
better go see what he wants, though…”
 
The raven-haired girl sighed, relenting. “Very well. Have you seen Eren?”
 
Armin put a finger to his chin. “I think the Corporal ordered him to help clean
his office…” He saw Mikasa stiffen, a dark scowl making its way onto her face
before she turned on her heel to stalk off, presumably to barge into Levi’s
room and drag Eren away. Armin chuckled at the thought. He turned to stroll
down the hall and up a flight of stairs to reach Commander Erwin’s office where
said man would host meetings with the squad leaders. Lately, though, he’d been
inviting Armin in to discuss battle plans and formation strategies for
expeditions outside the wall. The blonde was ecstatic to know that he was being
useful, but Mikasa brought up a valid point. Why would Erwin need Armin’s help
with anything? He had the squad leaders for exactly that. Hanji’s mind was
brilliant, a bit crazy, but the woman generally knew what she was talking
about, and Corporal Levi was a born strategist. While he may be on the shorter
side, he was freaking scary, his steel gray eyes having seen all sorts of
hardships in his life. The guy had obviously been planning and strategizing
since before the military.
 
Erwin alone was a military genius.
 
So why would he need Armin’s help?
 
All too soon the blonde-haired, blue-eyed teen came upon Erwin’s office. For
some reason, and he had a vague idea why, he always became nervous at the
thought of being alone with Erwin. He admired the taller blonde, and Armin
would be lying if he said he didn’t aspire to be like him. The older man’s
frame was tall and strong, obvious muscle hidden beneath his uniform that Armin
could clearly make out when the man would remove his jacket. Armin would feel
his face flush, and he couldn’t help but stare as Erwin would drape his jacket
over the back of a chair. His breathing would become heavy when Erwin would
rest a hand on his shoulder, leaning in so close Armin could feel the
Commander’s warm breath on his cheek.
 
He wasn’t… There was no way he was attracted to Erwin… right?
 
As butterflies fluttered in his stomach, Armin tentatively raised a hand and
knocked on the door. He swallowed heavily.
 
“Enter,” he heard Erwin call from the other side. The butterflies didn’t
dissipate as Armin opened the door, poking his head through.
 
“You wanted to see me, Commander?” he asked tentatively.
 
Erwin’s blue eyes softened when they landed on him, and Armin felt his face
heat up. “Armin Arlert, come in. I want your opinion on something.”
 
Hesitantly, Armin made his way into the room, taking a seat in one of the empty
chairs in front of Erwin’s desk. His baby blues scanned the room, eventually
landing on the taller male’s back. It was then he realized that Erwin wasn’t
wearing his jacket, noticing just how tight the maneuver gear straps were
around Erwin’s muscular back and thighs, eyeing the muscles he could make out
under the form-fitting uniform. Armin’s cheeks flushed darker.
 
The Commander finally turned to face the teen, unfurling a map as he went. He
took quick, long strides so that he was standing over Armin, pausing when he
got a good look at the boy’s face. “Are you all right?” he asked gently,
bringing a hand up to brush away blonde bangs. Armin’s eyes widened and his
cheeks tinted darker. “You look a little red. You’re not catching a fever, are
you?”
 
“Ah, n-no, sir.” Armin was ashamed to hear his voice quiver. “Just a little
warm.”
 
Erwin smiled softly. “Of course.” Unfolding the map the rest of the way, he
smoothed it out on the desk, using two paperweights to hold the sides down.
Armin leaned forward to get a better look, trying his best to ignore the heat
radiating from Erwin’s side. Once more, the butterflies started up in the pit
of his stomach.
 
Definitely attracted,he thought in embarrassment. His superior leant over him
to point at the map, his chest brushing Armin’s shoulder, causing the younger
man to practically squeak. If the Commander heard it, he said nothing.
 
“Levi and I can’t seem to come to an agreement,” Erwin explained. “During the
next mission, he wants Eren and his squad here.” He pointed to a batch of
scribbled ‘X’s on the map. “Mike agrees with him. However, I can’t help but
think that it would make more sense to put them here.” He pointed to another
spot. “Hanji agrees with me. Nanaba doesn’t want to take sides, so I wanted to
get your opinion; someone to break the stalemate.”
 
Armin was having trouble focusing on his words as Erwin’s strong hand moved to
rest on his shoulder. Heat gathered in the spot, soon redirecting south and
pooling in his belly. His face was all but on fire now.
 
“Um… what about…” he trailed, throat going dry at the close proximity. He
licked his lips, unaware of the blue eyes that darkened at the action. Starting
again, Armin pointed at the spot Erwin said Levi decided on. “This would make
more sense, I think. No offense, sir, but Corporal Levi is an excellent
strategist. Placing his squad here would be more beneficial. Although…” he
trailed off, tapping his finger. “It might actually be better to move them a
little more this way. They’d be better covered, and in the worse-case scenario,
Eren could go titan if things get out of control without worrying anyone.”
 
Erwin let out a little chuckle. “That would be good. Hopefully, we can avoid
the need for Eren’s titan, but you’re right. The possibility is unavoidable,
but with Eren still under observation, we need to be careful. Extra protection
would be good.” He patted Armin’s shoulder and flashed him a small smile.
“Thanks, Armin.”
 
Armin nodded, feeling a bit dazed at the praise. “You’re welcome, sir.”
 
Concern washed over the older man’s face and he pressed a hand to Armin’s
forehead. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
 
“F-fine, sir!” Armin squeaked. “I-it’s just…”
 
“Maybe you should take your jacket off,” Erwin continued. “It is feeling a bit
warm in here, now that I notice it.” He idly reached up and loosened his bolo
tie, undoing the first two buttons on his shirt.
 
Embarrassment welled up in Armin when he realized that he couldn’t take his
eyes away from the exposed skin. Erwin gave him a small smile and tugged at the
teen’s jacket. Armin looked away and slowly removed the article.
 
“Uh… s-sir?’’ he asked, folding the jacket and setting it in his lap. Erwin
looked down at him, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “May I ask… why you
always want my opinion?” He glanced up at his superior from under blonde bangs,
swallowing nervously. Erwin was staring down at him with a kind smile, but
there was something in his eyes that Armin couldn’t quite make out. “I-I mean,
I’m happy to be of use, don’t get me wrong! But... isn’t that what the squad
leaders are for?” He quickly looked down at his lap, unable to hold contact
with those darkened eyes.
 
He heard Erwin sigh. “I trust my squad leaders with my life and the lives of my
soldiers. Their opinions are valuable and have often saved lives in the past.
Sometimes, though, like today, we can’t always come to an agreement, so I need
someone who’s opinion I can trust.”
 
“You…” Armin looked up. “You trust me?”
 
“Of course,” Erwin admitted. He gave the blonde another kind smile and rested
his warm hand once more on the younger blonde’s shoulder. “You have a brilliant
mind, one fit for a strategist. I’ve been told that the plan to retake Trost
had been yours. I am immensely grateful and proud that you joined the Scouting
Legion, Armin.”
 
The way his name rolled off Erwin’s tongue made the teen shiver. He had to tear
his eyes away from his superior to hide his embarrassment, suddenly quite
nervous. “Th-thank you, Commander…”
 
His eyes widened considerably when he felt fingers on his chin, turning his
head to meet his superior’s blue eyes. Erwin’s pupils were dilated and he
stared at Armin with an intensity he had only ever seen when Corporal Levi
stared at Eren. It made the blonde teen blush heavily.
 
“Uh… s-sir?” he stuttered, wetting suddenly dry lips nervously. Erwin’s eyes
followed the action.
 
“Please call me Erwin,” his superior more commanded than asked. His voice was
low, deep and guttural, and Armin couldn’t say who leaned in first, but the
next thing he knew, he was kissing his commander with as much passion as he
could muster in his tiny frame.
 
Armin couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up in his chest as Erwin swiped his
tongue across his lips, parting them without a second thought to let him in. He
reached up to grasp the older man’s hair, tugging lightly and pulling Erwin
closer. He was slightly proud of himself for eliciting a groan from the other
blonde.
 
Erwin pulled away, nipping lightly at the younger soldier’s bottom lip. Armin
whined. “Fuck, Armin…” Erwin groaned. Armin could honestly not recall a single
time he had heard the Commander curse. “I don’t think you realize what you do
to me…” the other continued.
 
It took a moment for Armin to clear the lusty haze from his mind. He offered
the Commander a shy smile, gazing into darkened blue eyes through blonde bangs.
“I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble, sir…”
 
The Commander returned the smile with a smirk of his own. “As you should be.”
He leaned in again and captured Armin’s lips in another kiss. The teen pulled
him close, wrapping his arms around Erwin’s neck, blunt nails digging into his
white shirt, and subsequently, skin. Erwin groaned, his strong hands dragging a
blazing trail down Armin’s chest and stomach before wrapping around his waist.
His tongue found its way back into the teen’s mouth. Armin sucked on the
appendage with a moan, clinging to the older man.
 
He yelped as Erwin lifted him into his arms, his jacket falling off of his lap.
Instinctively, Armin wrapped his legs around Erwin’s waist, pulling away from
the kiss to bury his face in Erwin’s warm neck. He breathed in heavily, taking
in the musky scent of his superior, gasping when he felt lips kiss lightly at
his neck, tongue trailing down to the nape where teeth nibbled lightly.
 
“A-ah! Comman – ah! Erwin…” Armin squeezed his legs tighter around Erwin’s
waist, hips grinding together as Erwin sucked a nice, red bruise into pale
skin. He moaned as Erwin licked a trail up to his ear, gently setting him down
to sit on the desk. One strong arm stayed wrapped around Armin’s skinny waist,
the other smoothing down over his hip to squeeze the teen’s thigh.
 
“You’re absolutely beautiful like this,” Erwin whispered huskily against
Armin’s lips. He placed another light kiss to parted pink lips. Armin blushed,
glancing away in embarrassment.
 
“I-I’m really not…” he muttered. Seriously, the Commander could do way better
than him…
 
Erwin gently cupped one red cheek in his hand. “You are. With your face all
red, lips parted, and your eyes on me, only me… You are exquisite, Armin.” The
blonde teen seriously couldn’t get any redder.
 
Armin buried his face in the older blonde’s neck. “Sto-op!” he whined. “You’re
making me blush!”
 
He felt Erwin’s chest shake as a throaty chuckle escaped him. “You’re so cute,”
the Commander muttered. He placed a kiss on Armin’s blonde locks. His larger
hands left a fiery path on Armin’s clothed skin, his lips leaving a trail of
kisses down Armin’s pale neck. He nipped lightly on the tender flesh, making
the younger moan.
 
As his Commander managed to elicit all manner of embarrassing noises from him,
Armin felt it was time for a bit of payback. As Erwin continued to kiss and
bite his neck, the younger blonde raked his nails up the man’s clothed back.
Erwin’s breathing hitched and Armin felt rather proud of himself. He scratched
lightly at the stubble of the older blonde’s undercut, fingers eventually
burying into short blonde locks and tugging just so. Erwin groaned.
 
“Armin…” he sighed, pulling away from the teen. Armin kept him close, however,
still tugging lightly at Erwin’s hair. He kissed Erwin’s neck softly, right on
the pulse point, before giving the spot a quick nip. Erwin’s hold on him
tightened, the man hissing. “Don’t…”
 
“Why?” Armin asked quietly. He left another kiss on the pulse point, biting
just a bit harder after, sucking lightly. Erwin gasped, pulling him closer.
“Don’t you want to feel good, too?” Armin muttered. He tightened his legs
around his superior’s waist, bringing their groins in contact. Armin gasped,
rutting as best he could against his commander.
 
Erwin chuckled. “Believe me; you’re making me feel very good, Armin.” Armin
shivered, absolutely loving the way his name rolled off of Erwin’s tongue.
Pushing the collar of Erwin’s shirt out of the way, he nipped at Erwin’s
collarbone. The older blonde exhaled heavily at the action. “If you keep doing
that, though…” He groaned, both hands gripping tightly at Armin’s thighs. “I
might not be able to control myself…”
 
Armin paused his teasing for barely a second before placing a gentle kiss to
Erwin’s collar. He pulled away to stare bashfully at the Commander, small hands
gliding over broad shoulders to smooth down a very well-muscled chest. “What
if…” he trailed off, licking his lips as those darkened blue eyes stared
intently at him. “What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” Armin asked
quietly. He glanced away in mortification, fingers latching onto the belt
wrapped tight around Erwin’s chest and tugging lightly.
 
The older man’s breathing became increasingly heavy, the hands on the younger’s
thighs gripping so hard to the point of bruising. Armin chanced a peek at the
other man through blonde bangs, only to be caught in Erwin’s intense gaze. He
gasped as Erwin suddenly pulled him closer, grinding their clothed erections
together, and shit, when did Armin become so turned on? When did Erwin?
 
“You might regret those words,” Erwin growled, rocking his hips. Armin gasped,
arms snaking back around his superior as Erwin leaned forward to roughly bite
his neck.
 
Armin moaned, hands finding their way back into blonde hair. “I really…mm…
don’t think I will, s-sir…” the teen muttered. His heels dug into the small of
Erwin’s back, pulling him impossibly closer.
 
Erwin groaned, one hand releasing Armin’s thigh to trail up the inseam of the
teen’s pants, playfully tugging at the maneuver gear straps he encountered.
Armin’s breathing hitched. “I’m serious, Armin,” Erwin muttered, voice low and
husky with lust and arousal.
 
The teen let out a loud moan as that hand, warm and heavy, finally rested on
his crotch, lightly massaging his member through constricting pants. “S-so am
I, s-sir…” he moaned, head falling back in pleasure. He bucked his hips to meet
Erwin’s hand, consequently rubbing against the older man’s own neglected
member. Erwin moaned and Armin weakly opened his eyes to stare at his superior.
 
Both pairs of blue eyes were heavily lidded and clouded with lust, and Armin
whimpered as his pants were undone by skilled fingers. Erwin surged forward to
kiss him once more, rough lips claiming his over and over again as that hand
dipped into his pants. Armin nearly sobbed with pleasure against Erwin’s mouth
as the older male gently took him in hand.
 
“Oh… Oh, god… Erwin…” the teen moaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in
Erwin’s neck. Erwin pumped him gently.
 
“Does that feel good, Armin?” Erwin growled, thumb swiping over the head,
smearing the pre-come gathered there. Armin whined in reply. Erwin chuckled.
 
Armin quickly devolved into a whimpering, moaning mess in Erwin’s hand. Blunt
nails dug into his superior’s shirt, and he bit at any available skin his teeth
could reach. Erwin groaned at each bite and rewarded Armin with a sharp tug on
his member. The younger blonde was having a lot of difficulty focusing at this
point, heat quickly pooling in his belly. His moans became increasingly louder
as Erwin jerked him, his pace picking up speed. Armin’s teeth sank into Erwin’s
shoulder, making the taller man moan loudly.
 
“I’m… Ah! Erwin!” Armin cried out. “I’m gonna…” Squeezing his eyes shut, he
buried his face in his lover’s shoulder.
 
“Come for me, Armin,” Erwin growled in his ear, sucking at the lobe.
 
Armin cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed him, his commander’s name escaping
his lips as he released all over Erwin’s hand. He moaned in the afterglow,
Erwin gently milking him dry. A deep chuckle echoed in his ear as he slumped
against the taller man, legs falling to either side of his superior.
 
“That feel good?” Erwin rumbled, kissing Armin’s cheek.
 
Pulling away from his lover’s neck, Armin managed a weak nod. “Better than
good…” he mumbled. Erwin laughed again, leaning down to kiss the teen.
 
It was a lazy kiss compared to the others, but Armin loved it all the same. He
pulled Erwin close, with one hand in his blonde hair, the other trailing
lightly down his chest. Erwin sighed against his lips.
 
“I need something to clean up with,” Erwin said softly when they finally pulled
away. Armin looked down at his dirtied hand and blushed. Erwin laughed lightly.
“You’re so cute…” he muttered.
 
Armin looked away in guilt. “You didn’t… get off…” he stated softly, suddenly
feeling quite selfish.
 
Erwin blinked. He smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Armin. I don’t want you to do
anything you’re uncomfortable with.” He glanced at his hand. “Although, I’m
honestly a bit surprised that you let me do this.”
 
A small hand latched onto his wrist, bring it close to the teen’s flushed face.
“Let me help…” mumbled Armin, determination filling him. He was desperate to
please his commander, now lover.
 
As a pink tongue darted out to lick one of Erwin’s fingers, the older blonde’s
eyes widened. “Wait, Armin…” He groaned, eyes darkening once more as Armin took
his index finger into his mouth, tongue swirling over the digit and thoroughly
cleansing it. He let it slide from his mouth with a soft slurp, repeating the
action with Erwin’s middle finger. “You really don’t have to…”
 
Armin ignored him, lapping up every speck of fluid he found, lips wrapping
securely over each individual finger. Erwin was panting by the time he was
done; the younger blonde placing light kisses on the palm of his hand. “Let
me…” Armin begged, his own baby blues darkening with lust as well. He placed
both hands on Erwin’s shoulders and pushed; not hard, just enough to give the
older man a hint. Erwin tool a step back and Armin slid off the desk, wasting
no time in dropping to his knees. The Commander gasped as Armin’s fingers flew
to his pants, quickly freeing his trapped member. The teen halted in
nervousness.
 
“Armin…” Erwin started. His hand hovered over the younger blonde’s head.
 
“You…You’re big…” Armin muttered. Erwin couldn’t help but chuckle.
 
“Armin, I’m serious,” he stated despite the hint of need Armin detected in his
tone. “You don’t have to -” He broke off in a moan as Armin wrapped a hand
around him. He moaned again when Armin stared up at him with shy blue eyes.
 
“I want to…” he mumbled, giving the Commander a firm stroke. Erwin sighed
heavily, leaning forward to place both hands on the desk behind the teen. “I-
I’ve never done this before, so… sorry if it’s kind of bad…” He tentatively
licked the head.
 
Erwin inhaled sharply, fingers digging into the wood of the desk. Armin took
that as encouragement and before his superior could say otherwise, wrapped his
lips around the head of Erwin’s cock. Erwin moaned.
 
“Fuck, Armin…” he sighed heavily, eyes squeezing tight. Armin swirled his
tongue over the tip a few times, humming lightly and bobbing his head
shallowly. Slowly, he took more into his mouth, feeling himself harden once
more. Erwin was growling and moaning above him, hips jerking forward to meet
Armin’s mouth, gagging him slightly. He reached up to wrap a hand around what
he couldn’t fit into his mouth, moaning around Erwin’s length. A rather
guttural moan escaped the older man, a hand finding its way into Armin’s hair,
tugging lightly. Armin glanced up to see Erwin’s darkened eyes watching him
with so much intensity, so much lust, that he couldn’t look away. “Touch
yourself…” Erwin ordered with a low growl. “I want to watch you while I fuck
your mouth.”
 
Blushing heavily at Erwin’s words, Armin hesitantly reached down and wrapped
his free hand around his now fully hardened member. He moaned deeply as he
stroked himself, the vibrations traveling along Erwin’s length and causing the
man to growl, hand tightening in Armin’s hair.
 
It must have really been a while for Armin to get such strong reactions out of
the older male. Armin moaned again, pumping his own need a little faster.
 
“Shit…” Erwin groaned. The teen looked up once more to see Erwin still watching
him, eyes lidded with the barest hint of a flush on those high cheekbones.
Armin felt kind of proud of himself. “Armin, you’re going to make me come…” the
Commander growled.
 
The teen moaned in response, giving his superior a hard suck. He bobbed his
head just a little faster. He could feel himself getting close again, as well.
 
“Fuck, I’m – Shit, I’m gonna come!” The older tugged at Armin’s hair, weakly
trying to pull the younger blonde off of him, but Armin simply moaned,
swallowing as much of his lover’s arousal as he could. Erwin let loose a
guttural groan, fingers tightening in Armin’s hair as he came, his seed hitting
the back of Armin’s throat just as Armin came in his hand, moaning. As Erwin’s
hand in his hair loosened, Armin pulled away, gasping as he was finally able to
take in a proper breath, some of Erwin’s essence dripping down his chin.
 
Erwin chuckled, and Armin looked up with a deep blush.
 
“Thought you said it would be bad,” he mumbled down to the teen. Armin looked
away in embarrassment.
 
“So… it was good?” he asked shyly. He wiped his chin with a finger, absently
licking away the fluid there. Erwin grumbled at the sight.
 
“Better than good,” he stated with a growl. Erwin helped the teen to his feet
and they both tucked themselves away, Armin’s face still quite red. Gently
taking his chin in hand, Erwin tilted the teen’s face up to him. He leaned down
to place a gentle kiss to swollen lips. “I don’t want this to be a one-time
thing…” he muttered.
 
Armin gave him a soft smile. “Neither do I…”
 
/////
 
“Armin!”
 
Armin froze in place as Mikasa called out to him, footsteps quickly thundering
up to him. His face turned beet red as he slowly turned to his long-time
friend.
 
“Yes, Mikasa?” He was so proud to keep his voice steady.
 
The raven-haired girl narrowed her eyes at him, one hand darting up lightning
fast to pull the collar of his shirt aside. “What happened to your neck?” she
demanded, tone hardening with anger and concern.
 
Armin slapped a hand over the bruise Erwin had been kind enough to leave him
with. “It… It’s nothing…” he mumbled, looking away.
 
Mikasa crossed her arms, eyes boring into Armin. “It doesn’t look like
nothing,” she growled. “It looks like a hicky to me.”
 
“D-does it?” Armin muttered absently. “I couldn’t tell…”
 
“Armin,” the female started, tone more serious than the blonde had ever heard
it. “I’m serious. If Commander Erwin is making you do anything you don’t -”
 
“I’m fine, Mikasa! Really!” Armin assured, waving his hands. Mikasa didn’t look
convinced. “Besides, Eren comes out of Corporal Levi’s room with the same marks
all the time!”
 
Mikasa’s eyes widened.
 
Oops.
 
Apparently she was not yet aware of that piece of information…
 
“Armin!”
 
Speak of the devil… Or titan, in this case.
 
Eren came running up to them, panting heavily. He didn’t immediately catch his
sister’s searching eyes locking onto his neck, but Armin did. He winced in
sympathy.
 
“What’s up, Eren?” he asked instead.
 
Once the brunette caught his breath, he stood up straight. “The Commander’s
looking for you. Something about helping out with the next mission.”
 
Armin’s baby blue eyes practically lit up, just as Mikasa’s silver orbs homed
in on a newly formed bruise on Eren’s pulse point. “I better go see what he
wants, then!” the blonde shouted, all but running away from the now squabbling
siblings.
End Notes
     Armin’s such a great friend, throwing Eren under the bus so many
     times. I love the little shit.
     And I adore Big Sister!Mikasa. She is the absolute best. I need to
     write her more.
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