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Silent Treatment (Older!Armin ArlertxReader)

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You couldn’t find the right words to say to him.

There were so many ways that you could have apologized. At first, you wanted to argue the reasons why you had abandoned your post. Surely if he had heard about the opening that was one-in-a-million that he would have understood your position completely. But you knew this man better than anyone else to believe that he would fall for that.

Guidelines were strict, objectives simplistic: anyone who didn’t cooperate efficiently would be jeopardizing the mission. Titans were not to be messed with under any circumstances. In the case that there had to be a break in formation for some odd reason, you had to let another member know about it first.

By definition of following guidelines, you decided over your best intentions and went with your gut.
You jeopardized the mission.

No matter how many times you debated even the most brilliant aspects of leaving your post to kill an occupied titan it still made you feel guilty. After missing your opportunity to turn the tables on an already-failing objective, said very hungry giant had found you accessible and appetizing.

There was a point between rushing from your post to being constricted with meaty fingers that you actually believed you were going to die. You didn’t have enough time to tell anyone of your plan to act upon it. Nobody, to your knowledge, would have your back.

Well. Thank god for Armin.

Age took a tremendous toll on the blondette. Despite that he still wasn’t the best at slaying one-on-one, he had his moments. Any physical combat that lacked was always made up with his extensive strategic knowledge, but his ability to act on whim wasn’t completely out of the question. After all, it was he who slashed the neck of your aggressor.

One broken leg and one ultimately angry boyfriend later, you found yourself staring into brimming, emerald eyes.

“I don’t know how sorry I can be Armin. Please talk to me.”

The male hummed silently at your request. He evaluated the clipboard in his hand regarding your injuries. Ironically, disregarding you. You watched him lean his back against the doorframe and pat his fingers on the tinny clinch. Under no circumstance was he going to give you the ability to explain yourself.

Not now, at least.

At his ignorance, you straightened your posture onto the bedframe. The awkward silence accompanied by light flickering from a bedside candle forced your hands to take on a civil twiddling. When you upset Arlert to the point of silent treatment it must had been bad. There were times when the two of you had disagreements on certain topics that let to fiery debates but nothing that had actually…made him angry. Not like this. But considering your new-found hesitation, you couldn’t blame him for being mad.

You just really wished that he would talk to you.

“Arlert…Otter…”

His eyebrows furrowed upon hearing his nickname. The male glanced up from his paper and shot you a very dubious look, eyes rimmed with feeble and blotchy flesh.  It was obvious that he couldn’t sleep, not with you injured. He noticed that your twiddling fingers were now shaking. He wanted to continue punishing you but he couldn’t bring himself to be a jerk.

A dreadfully-annoyed sigh followed a loud bang.

Armin threw the clipboard on the table space and stared at you. His face was unusually stoic from his normal behavior but his eyes were softening. He pushed a hand through his hair and sat on the bed next to you. Your hand made its way up his shoulder as you rubbed gently.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me about this but at least talk to me. This isn’t like you.”

A chortle erupted from his throat, engulfed in sarcasm. Then he really looked into your eyes. Turning his body to face your sitting one, his hands slid around the back of your head and pushed it up against his own. Armin closed his eyes and reached out for a kiss.

Upon contact, his lips offered a very intimate passion. He was rough and sweet at the same time, sliding his hands from your cranium to your neck. You closed your eyes at the flourishing adoration and he moved into the crevices of your mouth. His hands were still descending, now rubbing at the small of your back. Heated and suggestive, he wouldn’t budge. Even after you tried to pull away would Armin pull you closer to him.

“Arm…in. Armin, stop.” you tried harder to push him away. Armin buried his head into your neck, a low groan erupting from the butterfly kisses on your skin. You nudged harder at his shoulder, nonetheless, he was too succumbed in his own bliss. You whimpered at the pleasure and defeat.

“Stop, seriously. We need to talk about this…”

He ignored you again. You felt his tongue slide from the tip of your neckline down to your collarbone. He ghosted his lips around the softest parts of your flesh in search of your weakness. You knew that nothing would get done. Despite the pleasure, this was too much.

“Armin!”

“What?” He moved his lips to snap at you. Face furrowed deeper than it had ever been, you couldn’t tell whether he was annoyed or angry anymore. His venomous nature hitched your voice.  

He glared at you a bit longer than a minute, that all-too familiar silence plaguing the room. And then you noticed his expression mush into something different.

Like a functional faucet, Armin began to cry.

“What’s wrong?” You cooed at the man before you. When he answered your question with a furthering bawl you enveloped him in a hug. He tightened his grasp around your stomach, holding you too close for comfort. But for you, this was okay.

You began to run your hand down his back before he pulled away. His forehead met with yours again. He attempted to peck at your lips but he couldn’t calm down.

“I thought...I really thought.” Arlert spluttered between sobs. You reassured his statement with a frantic hum. Arlert nodded and held each side of your head. Cradling the cargo of a queen.

“I thought I’d lost you. I really, really thought I did (Name) and I don’t even…”

Your eyes lowered at his abrupt nature. This wasn’t anger at all, in fact, it looked like you had mistook his silence for something else. Watching your beloved thaw into a hopeless boy reminded you of his younger days. It was when he first joined the Survey Corps-- blonde hair bobbed and adolescent height.  He had no problem expressing himself back then. There was a lot more pressure involved now.

It was still okay to cry. It’s good that he remembered that, but this didn’t make you feel any better. Maybe your little trick affected him more than it surfaced?

Armin took a deep breath and opened his eyes. You held onto his hand, rubbing the outer edges.

“I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could ever afford to lose you. What on Earth would have happened if I missed (Name)? You know I’m a bad shot. You can’t be selfish like that anymore.”

His golden locks dangled around a now-hung head. He needed to catch his breath.

“You need to promise me. This isn’t even negotiable.”

You watched as he crumbled in front of you. This was the honest moment of your life that Armin whole-heartily became yours. Not by just the single standard of public affection, but by an invisible connection of heart-to-heart. You were a part of him anymore; if you died so did he.
You couldn’t stand to see him so broken. With the whisk of your fingers, you lifted his chin to meet his gaze. A soft kiss gifted his lips and you felt his muscles relax. His reddened face stared at you in curiosity and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I love you. Of course I promise.”

Armin had never been so happy to hear those words come from your mouth. He pulled you into another hug and kissed the top of your head. He had a lot of work to attend to, with this new drawback-of-a-failed mission. But he wanted a few more minutes with you, just before he honestly needed to go. To lighten the situation, he snickered at his final lingering sentence:

“As long as you keep your promise, I won’t give you the silent treatment. That’s as much as I can promise you.”
Good afternoon! It really does look like it's going to rain outside. :iconrainingplz:

Sorry, sorry guys. It's a little depressing and a little suggestive, but not as much as I've posted before.
Poor guy has had way too much tragedy in his life already. I didn't actually know older!Armin was a subject
of conversation until a few months ago and thought I would give it a shot. 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

I do not own Armin, AOT or the beautiful picture above. 
Just another silly fanfic!:sniff:
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Aghhhh armiin ;;;;;;;