Armin x Reader Oneshots

For The Rest Of My Life

A loud bang wakes you from your deep and peaceful slumber. You hear a quiet groan of either pain or frustration from the other side of the door, and you emulate it with one of your own. You've have a long and tiring day, and all you had craved from the night was a restful sleep. All of the other soldiers of the Survey Corps seemed to be feeling the same way after the full day of intense training, so who the heck would be rolling around outside your door at this ungodly hour of the morning?

After a few moments of contemplating just going back to sleep, you realise that your curiosity has gotten the better of you. You hardly even register your body moving seemingly of its own accord, rolling over the edge of the bed and planting your bare feet firmly on the cold hardwood floor.

In a zombie like state you meander your way over to your bedroom door. Its still a few hours before first light, and so the only elimination in the room to light your path is the pale moonlight flooding through your open window. When you reach the door you pause, listening for any more sounds coming from the other side. Quicken, shallow breathing meets your ears, although the sound is feint and muffled by the heavy wood of the door.

Turning the handle slowly you prepare to open the door, anxious to make sure whoever is on the other side is alright and at the same time hesitant to find out what's wrong with them. Are they sick? Injured? Crying?

You quickly decide that opening the door is for the best – there will be no answers to your questions unless you do. Feeling slightly more awake now, you give the handle a hard yank to pull open the door. You squeak in surprise when something topples over onto your feet. When your eyes adjust to the dim candle light of the hall you realise...

Its not something, its someone.

Widened eyes of sapphire stare up at you in shock, and silky blonde hair splays across the floor and tickles your toes.

"H-hey," Armin grins up at you, "How'd you get the door open?" Immediately you can tell that something is off about your friend. His eyes appear hazier than usual, and his pale cheeks are dusted a light pink hue.

"Armin?" your voice comes out a little croaky due to having recently been awoken, "What on Earth are you doing?" The blonde's grin widens and his blush seems to darken ever so slightly.

"Hee hee! I can see up your nightgown!"

You furrow your brow and sigh, stepping backwards so that his head no longer rests on top of your feet. You feel a slight amount of satisfaction when you hear the soft thump of the back of his head hitting the floor, followed by a much stronger feeling of guilt when his grin suddenly becomes a frown.

"That hurt!" he whines, a few tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Well you shouldn't have been trying to peek under my gown," you scold him as you kneel down beside him, settling yourself comfortably on your knees, "Ar, what are you doing here at this time of night? What's going on with you?" Armin is quick to begin shuffling toward you, laying his head heavily in your lap and gazing up at you.

"Nothing," he replies in a sing-song voice followed by another giggle, "Just wa-uh­-anted to se you~" As he hiccups, it hits you; both realisation and the familiar scent.

"Armin," you breathe as you gently blush his bangs away from his face, "have you been drinking?" The strategist's eyes begin darting around the room, looking at anything but you – a tell-tale sign that he is about to lie to you.

"What? N-n—"

"—Don't you lie to me, Arlert," you interrupt him in a stern voice, causing his eyes to snap back to yours, "you're drunk, and I would like to know what reason you could possibly have for doing this to yourself. You're smarter than that, Ar!"