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Time 5h 15m

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My name is Armin Arlert. My life's start wasn't so uplifting... and it has never evened out. Reasons? Well, I'm an orphan that lives with my abusive grandfather. He was my only family left for reasons that I'm not willing to explain. He is my only blood family member that I've got, but that doesn't mean I'm going to even try to like him. The fact that I have no blood family doesn't really bother me, though. It's not like they've ever accepted me. One small detail about myself is the reason for my neglect... I'm transgender. Isn't it absurd that the only reason my family hated me was because of my gender identity? I've never understood it, but to be fair, they've never understood me. No one ever has. My names at school were "pretty boy", "cross-dresser", "tranny", and sometimes "it". Not Armin. It was never Armin. That is... until I met a boy by the name of Eren Jaeger.All Rights Reserved

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Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Fate - Armin x reader by myboyerensimp

Now I realized. The fate that I devoted my life to. How could I forget?. The sign only responds to you and shines red. The one word I begged you for. It rises like a bright sun that clears the darkness. Fate is in my hands again. Feeling the power flowing like blood inside me. Finally, I'm calling you desperately. I'll never forget it now. Everything was the power I received from you. I grew up in an eternity that will soon return to you. pc. I wanted to write a comfort armin fanfic for readers. Although the story is toxic at first, this is a combination of cute moments with Armin -y'all this is from 2021 I am editing this entire story and just cleaning it up bc I reaaaallly like the plot so, enjoy! The story takes place in university and then there is a timeskip so y/n is 18+!!! english is NOTTT my first language

Practically Normal (BoyxBoy) by xink0heartx

I don't deal well when I'm pissed sometimes I'll punch a wall, thats weird isn't? Bad start anyway my parents are abusive and aren't the parents someone would wish for. Everything about me is abnormal from to my family, to my looks and even my own species. My whole life is technically abnormal. Things can only get worse as my life continues. Now I've met my mate and everything is so confusing. . . . (Warning: Gay Romance, Little Rape, Abuse, Course Language. Don't like don't read. Enjoy) Read first book (Unlovable Me) Also to those who don't like gay stuff well why the hell are you here when the title says so. Also I was only 13 when I wrote this story so if it's bad then don't read it at all. Not my fault you don't like this story. Theres several issues with it and plenty of plot holes and wrong details. When I wrote this I ended up hating it anyway.

Almost Normal by Zenovia99

Everyone has a story to tell, for me, this was just the beginning, and it all started with him. The boy with the emerald eyes had me captivated with every breath he took. With every gaze I stole from him, he was stealing my heart without even realizing it. There's no stopping what's to come. All I know is this, we all have an ending in our story. Whether that's to be the hero who saves the princess or to be the lost boy, never to find his home again. Which ever ending we have, I only know this, I wouldn't mind if Eren was mine. This is a love story about two college boys who just happen to find love on the train ride to Almost Normal. Warning: In later chapters of this story there will be triggers, mild smut, swearing, self harm, and depressed characters.

EreMin-I'm Bi, He's Gay, I'm Trans, He Doesn't Know || Depressing || by AnimuSquadu

Eren is the hottest guy in the entire school! Well, that's what Armin thinks. All the girls fawn over him, but they don't try anything since he's very much gay. Eren is finding his current relationship a bit tricky, but that doesn't matter when he's already found a guy that he thinks is the best fit for him. Everyone expects Eren to only date hunks and hotties, but Eren doesn't care when he sees Armin. He just doesn't know Armin's little secret. WARNING: Later on in the story it does get rather depressing and involves a lot of harm. Self and domestic. At the beginning it's not so bad but as the story goes on, it can cause a few trigger warnings.

Doll (MikaYuu) by armincrackers

And there we were, the two of us, standing at the entrance of his bedroom. "This is where you and I will get to know a lot about each other... And where I will thank you every single night for what you have done for me." "...Every night?" Mika was called a doll, but he wasn't to me... He just needed to feel human... Because all he could think of was repaying me with his body. He'd get completely naked for me and just simply let me touch him like it was nothing. I could never do that. Cameras, clothes, the way he presented himself - he was always under control... Nothing seemed to belong to him. Not even his body. How could a boy like me be the only one to give everything back to him? **Occasional heavy vice, possible triggers containing: rape, abuse, illness** Excerpt Playlist: http://8tracks.com/armincrackers/doll-excerpts

Love: Fighting Depression(boyxboy) by ItsJustinAveryy

This story and it's characters are basically full of my own insecurities and fears, so yeah enjoy. If you start getting anxiety because of it I am so sorry, and know that I am here for you. I understand all the pain of bull crap so many have to deal with, on top of rigorous classes and a mental disorder. Eden is your typical American teenager... Kind of. His family hates him. He hates him. His old friends hate him. His old boyfriend hates him. Basically everyone he's grown up with in his hometown hates his god damn guts. All because he's gay, stupid right? As always, in almost every single story ever, something happens that will change his life forever... Ohohoh so spooky and mysterious and stuff okay bye end of description of story. I am currently in the midst of rewriting this story, so go to my profile and check out My Name is Eden(which is the name of the revised version of the book :D)

More Than a Coincidence (An Ereri/Riren fanfiction) by kelsey116_

Currently editing! Warning: boyxboy ErenXLevi (Trigger warning: violent language, depression, self-harm, suicide, offensive topics, gay slurs, homophobia) Eren, 18, a senior in high school hasn't had the best life but not the worst. His mom died long ago when he was very young. He doesn't remember anything from his toddler years when she was in the hospital, so he's accepted it. Other than that he thinks his life is fairly good. He has great friends, a dad who is actually in the picture, and a roof over his head. His dad is a pastor at the town church, but growing up with a bible shoved in your hands isn't as peachy as it sounds. Especially when your biggest secret is seen as a sin. But when Eren starts accepting who he is, it seems fate takes things into its own hands, sending someone to be a helping hand for the uncertain teen as he begins this new path. Not only will he learn more about himself but cannot escape his bad luck as his emotions are ever-changing for a certain raven-haired man who already wears a ring on his finger. But how will his father react to Eren's secret life? See how what seems like a coincidence leads to a romance built after tragedy tries to rip it apart as quite a few people learn what real love truly is. -I do not own Attack on Titan or any of its characters- -Nor do I own any of the pictures/ fanart used they belong to the creators-

I AM THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THE PROTAGONIST'S BODY. by pushisinung

I ALWAYS THOUGHT I WAS THE SECOND MALE LEAD. BUT TURNS OUT I WAS EVEN LESS THAN THAT. WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD DIED, I MET THE DEVIL. EXCEPT THAT WE HAVE MET ONCE BEFORE. THE DEATH THAT LED ME HERE, WAS THE SECOND TIME I HAD DIED. "YOU HAVE FULFILLED THE TERMS OF THE CONTRACT." THE DEVIL SAID. "YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE TO SUCCEED. IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT YOU LOST YOUR MEMORY AND YOUR WILL FOR REVENGE SANK DEEP INTO YOUR LOSS." IT WAS HARD TO ACCEPT. AS AN AGENT FILLING THE ROLE OF THE SECOND MALE LEAD, I THOUGHT I WAS BORN AS ONE. BUT EVERY IDENTITY I HAD EVER HOLD WAS A HOAX. BECAUSE THE REAL ME WAS SOMEONE PATHETIC WITH THE WILL OF GOD AGAINST MY SIDE. LIKE EVERY STORY IN A ONCE UPON A TIME..... A MISTREATED CHARACTER WHO WAS ABUSED WAKES UP ONE DAY; WITH THEIR DEMEANOR COMPLETELY CHANGED; AS IF POSSESSED. WITH THE BLESSING OF A SECOND CHANCE TO LIFE, THE MISTREATED CHARACTER SHINES BRIGHTER AGAINST THE DARK, THE CONTRAST OF HIS PAST SELF AND HIS CURRENT SELF ESTABLISHING THE FOUNDATION OF THE TITLE "PROTAGONIST." HE FACE SLAPS HIS FEAR WITH COURAGE. CHANGES HIS IMAGE FOR THE BETTER. WITH EYES RIPPLING LIKE CLEAR WATER HE CHARMS EVERYONE UNDER HIS SPELL. MEN FALL FOR HIM. WOMEN FAWN OVER HIM. AMONG THOSE MEN WHO ARE OF HIGH VALUE BECOME THE MALE LOVE INTERESTS. THOSE WHO ABUSED HIM FELL FOR HIM. THE MAN WHO RAPED HIM FALLS FOR HIM. THE TYRANT EMPEROR OF ANOTHER KINGDOM BECOMES INFATUATED WITH HIM. EVEN THE FAMILY THAT SOLD HIM AWAY WANTS HIM BACK. ALL THESE CHANGES HAPPEN AFTER THE SOUL IS CHANGED. THEN WHAT ABOUT THE ONE WHO HAD DISAPPEARED? WHAT ABOUT THE ORIGINAL SOUL OF THE BODY THAT THE PROTAGONIST HAS TRANSMIGRATED TO? I WAS EXACTLY THAT ORIGINAL SOUL:THE REAL OWNER OF THE PROTAGONIST'S BODY. ZEKE, IS, BACK! FOR REVENGE. THIS WORLD WILL BURN DOWN WITH MY REVENGE. I REMEMBER NOW! I HAD SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL. FOR REVENGE. AND NOW, MY REVENGE STARTS. I WILL MAKE THIS WORLD MY HELL.

Confused [Ereri](COMPLETED) by NeYa-Kun

"I don't know what I feel about you anymore, Armin..." "What do you mean, Eren?" "He loves me, Armin." "No, Jean. No, Armin. He loves me." Read to find out more. (~-3-)~ (this story ain't that great, trust me..) ------------ THIS STORY IS A FANFICTION OF ATTACK ON TITAN (SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN) I DO NOT OWN IT'S CHARACTERS, I ONLY OWN THE PLOT. THIS STORY IS ABOUT ERENXLEVI!! THERE WILL ALSO BE SOME ERENXARMIN AND JEANXEREN, SO IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS/SHIP IT ANY OF THIS THREE, DO NOT READ IT. THIS STORY WILL, (MIGHT) CONTAIN: - BoyxBoy (Yaoi) - Violence - Stronge language - Gore - Rape - Suicidal thoughts - Self harm - Bad spelling - etc. Thank you.

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Echo of the Past cover

Fate - Armin x reader cover

Practically Normal (BoyxBoy) cover

Almost Normal cover

EreMin-I'm Bi, He's Gay, I'm Trans, He Doesn't Know || Depressing || cover

Doll (MikaYuu) cover

Love: Fighting Depression(boyxboy) cover

More Than a Coincidence (An Ereri/Riren fanfiction) cover

I AM THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THE PROTAGONIST'S BODY. cover

Confused [Ereri](COMPLETED) cover

Echo of the Past

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.