One rave. One silver tongue ring. One genius she never saw coming. Y/N thought Armin Arlert was just a quiet nerd until she saw him under blacklight, dancing baggy clothes and glittered chains. Now, she can't get him out of her head. 🥇#8-armin

You rush into a bookstore on the campus of Paradis University to escape the rain. As you're "browsing," Armin Arlert-a dorkish, blond boy who works in the store-approaches you. This is a slow burn, but it's also HEAVILY based off of that fan art that everybody's gooning over rn! >:3 (@musapylsa on tiktok!!)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 after an irksome junior year of university, you decide to spend the summer at your families house in paradis, a beach town hours away from your hometown and the university you're ready to leave behind. when your best friend, ymir, drags you to a party hosted by a mystifying friend of hers and his gorgeous roommate, you find yourself intertwined with the inner workings of an elite group of students, all with mysterious pasts and secrets they're unwilling to share. will you be able to survive the summer surrounded by the students of paradis university, or will you get caught in the riptide? 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 armin arlert x reader slow burn

armin arlert x reader ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "i don't want to talk to just 'someone', i want to talk to you." ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ after transferring from marley college to paradis university, you are stuck between a rock and a hard place, trying to deal with your obnoxiously cocky, smart, and stupidly attractive lab partner, who would rather eat concrete than talk to you, all while navigating a new friend group and a college riddled with drama. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ inspired by the armin fan art circulating on tiktok and tumblr right now! i am trying to find the artist of the fan art in the background of the cover, i will drop their @ when i find it! ----- slow burn fake dating college au

Heat and chemicals, music pulsing like a second heartbeat. Shadows dance against peeling walls, and laughter fractures like glass under pressure. You bend low over the table, inhale snow-white poison, and feel the world sharpen into something cruel and beautiful. Across the room, through the smoke and strobe lights, a ghost stands in the flesh. Golden boy. Top of the class. Armin fucking Arlert. Wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt, pupils blown wide, lips stained with someone else's lipstick. He's not supposed to be here. But there he is- smirking like sin, eyes locking on yours. He shouldn't be here, not in this den of ruin and ruiners. Not with his halo cracked and eyes like slow-burning matches. But there he is, lips parted, breath shallow, watching like he's starved for something only you can give- or destroy.