Aug. 17th, 2014

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[Update: "Days are Gone" by seasideimprovisation is no longer on AO3.]

corbaccio — “Benediction” (E)
Futurefic in which Armin is commander’s aide and Eren a squad leader. Laden with work and frequently in Sina, Armin doesn’t get to see Eren often enough. So when he’s back at HQ after two weeks away, Eren comes to his rooms… and makes slow, intense, worshipful love to him.
Distance or time spent apart had never upset their relationship. Eren still found relief in that: he feared change in spite of its inevitability, as sure as the shifting tides that Armin still spoke of, simply because constants were so rare in his life. Armin was one of the few. The way he felt and fit around him was, thankfully, the same as always. Eren could imagine the curve of his waist, the dust-soft skin at the small of his back, but nothing could ever compare to the real thing right in front of him. The longing he’d tamped down for the past two weeks came back in a rush—the urge to shell Armin out of his shirt, to remind himself of every quirk and angle and sensitive spot of his body, was near overwhelming.
Searingly hot smut, with the fond familiarity of a long-term relationship. And, in this fic, Armin’s hair is long. :) 4,024 words.

anonymous — “you don’t know what you like” (E)
Not the first time for them, but the first time with any privacy beyond what they get in a shared bunk in the wee hours of the morning.
...“There’s nothing to do in the storage sheds.”

“Not even me?” Armin had said, turning to give Eren his very best wide-eyed, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth, I-didn’t-start-the-fire look.

Eren had paused, eyes wavering.

“Oh,” he’d said, “Oh.”
And then Armin is a total power bottom. XD 996 words.

Homicidal Whispers — “A Whisper, A Roar” (E)
Visitation Day is exactly what it sounds like. … It’s a joyous day for everyone except Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. Mikasa goes off to take out her sorrow and anger on a punching bag. And Eren and Armin — even though “they’re not really dating” — have some fun under a tree, despite the risk of being seen.
     Also, Jean is a homophobic jerk whom everybody else puts in his place. Eren does it with the most panache:
Defiantly, Eren lifts a strawberry from his plate. Fresh fruit like this is a luxury they’re rarely afforded and each student is only allowed two. He holds it to Armin’s mouth. Armin knows what Eren is trying to do; he’s making a statement. His eyes hold Eren’s as he opens up and allows Eren to feed the fruit in. When he bites down, sticky pink juice drips over his hand. Eren waits for Armin to take the last bite of the fruit before bringing his hand to his own mouth and lapping up the juice there.

Eren takes a moment to look around the room. “Anyone else have a problem?”
4,849 words.

phollie (larouille) — “shrinking violets” (E)
When they’re seven, [t]hey meet on a summer’s day where the heat hangs like honey and the sky looms with a threat of a storm. They haven’t been acquainted for more than an hour before Eren wants to marry Armin, and Armin thinks maybe they can do that someday when they’re older. Eren leans in and plants a rough kiss to Armin’s cheek, like the sealing of a promise, a pact.
     The author takes us through five more kisses between Eren and Armin: Innocent, happy childhood pecking. Still-mostly innocent kissing in the reclamation camp after they’ve quarreled. A sudden shift in the atmosphere between them when they’re fourteen and in training, and their fears of how it could change their friendship. A fiery makeout session in Eren’s dungeon bedroom under the courthouse (with an amusing cameo by Levi, who’s surprisingly sympathetic in his inimitable way). And then, after the 57th Expedition, a hurt/comfort–laced consummation of all that’s gone before. 9,646 words.

anonymous — “Let the Awkward Abound!” (M)
The title sounds cracky; the fic is anything but. It had been the two of them forever, or so it felt to Armin. And then Mikasa comes along, and it’s the three of them. Then come the years in the reclamation camp, hope and love blooming amid grief and privation. Training, with more opportunities for companionship — and jealousy. And, finally, Armin tending to Eren in the first-aid room after the sparring match with Annie:
He sees what he wants. I see what is there. All he saw right now, all he could feel, was Eren, his warmth and the tension running through both their bodies. All his senses were filled with Eren, his scent, earthy under the sharp smell of sweat, his breath, the pulse beating through his body, the salt of his skin a memory on Armin’s tongue. Right now, Eren was the whole world, and he didn’t want it to end.
3,191 words.

Raevell — “Campfires and Tents” (E)
He’s completely exhausted and sore after the 104th goes on a summer endurance hike into the woods, and Shadis screams at him while he lies inert on the ground. But Armin still manages to find himself entranced by Eren’s fire-lit smile, and warmed by Eren’s encouraging words in the privacy of their tent. When he wakes up in the middle of the night with Eren (and Eren’s sleep erection) pressed against him, he realizes he won’t be able to go back to sleep unless…
Turning his head again, he glanced at Eren, felt him still breathing against him, arm around him, and he felt struck with guilt at how the image and the situation provoked him. That guilt became a physical pain in his gut when he acknowledged what he was now considering. Was he really going to do this? Touch himself with Eren’s body flush against his?
Of course he is. 4,960 words.

sodas — “a moment on the moon” (G)
This postcanon fic is labeled gen but can be read as very tame Eremin. Both of them survive to see the outside world, but “see" is only figurative on Armin’s part, as he’s lost his sight. Eren, leading him out into the newly conquered wilderness, describes it to him while watching over him.
"There are all these purple flowers around us,” Eren says into Armin’s hair. The wind keeps blowing it into his face. "They group on really long stems. They’re like... columns. Big leaves, too."

Armin smiles off to the left and fingers a bit of the horse’s mane. “They might be larkspur,” he says. “When we get back, you should tell someone they’re here. I think larkspur’s toxic.”

“No one’s gonna be eating any flowers,” Eren says, a little incredulous. He can, admittedly, picture Sasha with a bouquet between her teeth, and Jean with a daisy sticking out of his mouth.

“Kids, though,” Armin chides, face turned forward. His chin is tilted up and Eren imagines that the sunlight is spread over his mouth and the bridge of his nose. Lucky sun.
Armin, consumed as always by his hunger for knowledge, seems to accept his own blindness better than Eren does. A sweet, hopeful fic, despite the note of angst. 1,067 words.

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