EREN: Officer Zacharius rushed me to the hospital, and I thanked her for her services.
"You're welcome, kid," she said, saluting me off.
The elevator wouldn't move fast enough. Shaking with anticipation, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I nearly slipped running down the hall to Armin's room. The door was open, and everyone was standing around Armin's bed. I walked in, and connected with his bright blue eyes.
"Armin," I whispered.
"Hey Eren," he murmured.
I knelt at his bedside, grasping his hand. "How are you doing?"
"I'm okay...what happened? I saw Mikasa, and then everything went dark. My head hurts a lot..." He said.
"Mikasa hit you with a brick," I said, "but it's okay, she's gone for good now."
"It worked?" Connie asked.
"Yeah, she'll be in prison for a while. Well, she's going on trial first, but they won't be able to prove her innocent." I explained.
"Thank God," Ymir muttered.
"We're proud of you, Eren." Jean said.
"Yeah, you took that bitch down practically on your own!" Historia agreed.
"Hey, Eren, what's that on your finger?" Armin pointed weakly.
"Oh, uh, funny story..." I sat down and began telling the tale.
Armin's eyes were misty with tears. "I can't believe you married her for me."
"It's not legal," I assured him, "besides, I'm all yours." I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. The beeping of the heart monitor increased, and everyone laughed.
Armin pulled away, blushing.
"Take it easy, okay? The doctor said you'll be able to go home in a couple of days." Sasha said.
"I'm gonna have so much homework...oh my God, what day is it?" Armin exclaimed.
"Easy," I warned, "and it's May 2nd. Why do you ask?"
"Ohh...Comic Con is on the 31st," he whined. "I'm not gonna have enough time to make cosplay."
"It's okay, we don't have to go to Comic Con." I assured him.
"But I wanted to go, and I was going to make you a Black Widow cosplay." He said.
"Eren was gonna cosplay Black Widow? Like a genderbend version?" Historia asked.
"No..." I admitted, "I was going to have fake boobs and everything..."
"And now you're not going to get a cosplay until the next con, which is...where's my phone?" Armin patted his thighs, which of course were under a hospital gown.
"Over here." Marco picked it up off a chair where Armin's folded clothes rested, and tossed it to Armin.
"Oh the battery's dead, never mind..." Armin sighed.
"It's okay, Armin, really. I can wait till then next con. Besides, you need time to rest and catch up on school work." I pushed his bangs back and kissed is forehead, being mindful of his injury.
"If you say so..." He sighed. "But then I'm gonna make the best Black Widow and Hawkeye cosplays ever!"
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Cosplay Husband
FanfictionARMIN: This wanted poster had to be the stupidest idea ever. Now that Armin Arlert is in college, he left his high school friends behind. He doesn't know anyone at his new college and has a difficult time making friends. Before they went their separ...
