Freedom (SNK/AOT/EREMIN)

Fantasies

Chapter 3

"Fantasies"

Annie's POV:

School isn't exactly the best place to be- nor is it the worst. It's better than being with two boys that you know have better things to talk about than hang out with a girl who is always so nonchalant about things.

That girl would be me.

After school, I walk into the library instead of heading straight home like I usually did. As I looked for books I knew I wouldn't read, I pushed a few out of the way and a boy came to view.

Not just any boy, but Armin Arlert.

The sun must love him by the fact that it shined on his facial features perfectly. As I was staring he suddenly jerked his head to move his hair; it caught the light and the golden gleam nearly blinded me. His hair itself was like spun gold, each thread falling perfectly, weaving together into small curls that framed his dusky pink face. He paused for a moment, tapping his pen quietly on the desk before he continued writing into a journal. I watched his hand as he wrote.

His fingers were small but strong looking, his fingernails pink and smooth, with half moons near the cuticles. My eyes wandered up his arm, to his strong forearm disapearing into the sleeve of his blue Abercrombie and Fitch sweater, pushed up to below his elbow to free his hands.

I watched his hand as it moved up to rub some unknown irritant from his eye. His nose was straight but upturned, his lips-- oh his lips --perfectly formed, parted slightly, his breath, I imagined, moving in and out in steady streams of air. Suddenly, he looked up and I caught a flash of is ocean blue eyes framed by tangled golden lashes before ducking my head and pretending to look for a book.

If I wasn't so quiet, I'd be confident and strong enough to start a simple conversation with him. I could see it now.

-Annie's sexual fantasy-

Scene 1:

I walk inside and lock the front door, stepping inside to see my husband in the kitchen. He flashes a small at me and says, "Ich liebe dich, Liebling (I love you, -some cheesy pet name in German-)."

Scene 2:

I sit patiently and innocently at a coffee shop, waiting for Armin like I usually did. Then I felt a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders. I look up to the owner to them and see Armin in my view. "Oh hey. Want to get some coffee before we go?" I ask. He shakes his head. "I don't want coffee." He answers. "Then what do you want?" I ask him with a small pout. He smirks with an additional, "Ich möchte euch schmecken (I want to taste you)."

Scene 3:

I lay in bed beside Armin, the two of us in our pajamas. He holds his novel to his face and glances at me a few times. I press my face to my pillow, the whole awkward situation making my face burn. After a few long seconds, I feel his weight on top of me and he teeth biting my earlobe. "Ich möchte dir die Kleider herunter reissen (I want to rip off your clothes)." He says softly into my ear.

End of Scenes.

I stare at a book for however long it took me to think of those fantasies which made the librarian shake me a little and ask me if I was okay. I stand up straight and look over at her, nodding. She leaves and I sigh, putting my head down so my bangs could cover my face.

I look up to see if Armin was still there, which he was, but another boy sat across from him. He must be tutoring him. Of course he would, Armin is too kind and will give his time for anyone.

I love that about him.

"What are you doing watching my child?" A dark monotone voice says which doesn't shock me.

"I could ask you the same, Mikasa." I said, turning and glared at the raven-haired girl.

"Like I stated before, he's my child. He doesn't need people like you around him, nor does Eren." She says.

"Please, Jaeger doesn't want anything to do with me or you." I say, which Mikasa grunts to.

"He's my brother and you're just his classmate. I would ask who's closer, but I don't you would know what it means to be close to anyone." She replied, which hits me hard. I don't show it as always.

I leave after that. I don't have time to deal with her.

"You're right, but at least I don't follow onto them like a dog. You wouldn't know what it means to be protective versus overprotective." I say to myself.

Eren's POV:

"Armin, stop bringing me dum-dums, I'm not dumb anymore." I said, crossing my arms and earning a laugh from my tutor.

"Until you get higher than a C on your next test, you deserve dum-dums." Armin giggled.

God I loved his laugh. I practically loved everything about him. He was short, yeah, but he looked muscular for his height. I noticed this two days ago and I started to wonder if he was trying to impress someone. His hair was long so it probably bothered him the way it hovered over him.

Mikasa probably sensed it as well, appearing out of nowhere with a rubber band and gently cupped Armin's hair in her hands. She tied it into a small ponytail, two similarly large strange flying out of the ponytail and rested on both sides of his face. When he looked up at me, I could feel my ears burn just by how beautiful he looked.

I wanted to tell him how he looked, but the other part of me stopped me. Just yesterday I felt like cutting again- but I didn't luckily. I pulled up my sleeves to reveal my wrists with newborn skin filling the areas I sliced with razors. I cringed just thinking about how depressed I was, then Armin called my name.

"Eren, are you alright?" He asked softly. I nodded.

"Yeah, sorry." I answer, quickly hiding my wrists.

"Oh good. Would you like to stop where we are?" I nod at his question and put everything into my backpack neatly for once.

He smiles at me, which makes me stare at him lustfully. Something about him reminds me of how I was before my family had all these problems added. His smile fills me with hope that I'll be happy and normal again, but it's not enough to actually perform. Armin's hand was free as he looked behind him to search for something in his backpack. I take the moment to lift up him small hand and compare it to mine, his thin barely reaching mine.

Armin turns and places a binder in front of me, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, clearly referring to my hand against his. I blushed thinking for an answer.

"O-Oh! ...I was just checking to see how small your hands were compared to mine. S-Sorry..." I murmured, removing my hand from his. He offers me a smile and gently rests his hand on my head, chuckling to himself.

I swore I heard him whisper something, but I couldn't comprehend.