Aethestics (Erwin x Reader) Art Exhibition AUIt was funny, how being in the midst of the deafening silence-except for the occasional sounds of footsteps and soft murmurs-offered you an utmost tranquil, yet pleasant serenity. It was funny, how the simple action of observing these animations made of inanimate objects piqued at your interests. It was funny, how you could find solace in such a place: the city’s Metropolitan Museum of Art.
To say that you were one person attracted to the enigma of beauty would be a completely understatement. You were not just fond of beauty, you enthused over it, you admired it, and your very own mental life evolved with it. Since your juvenile years you had always been the taciturn one with a mind louder than the mouth, a colorful brain full of ideas, and a heart that yearned for soulful aesthetics. The satisfaction only came when your beautiful (e/c) orbs caught sights of the esthetics.
Therefore, the Metropolitan Museum of Art was your escapade. It was as if you were lost into another world;
Of The Rain and Tranquility (Armin x Reader)I heard the rain impinge upon the earth.”
- James Joyce -
The booming thunder came with the soothing susurrus of the falling rain droplets as they began to hit the earth, melodiously. The mellifluous rhythm of the rain, even if it may sound repetitive as if it was just an ostinato, is in fact a sophisticated orchestra of divinely sensational euphonies fused altogether: the splattering of rain against the cold ground; the pelting of rain on the rooftop; the tapping of rain on leaves and twigs; the splashing of rain on liquid substances. To an ordinary one’s soul, rain is just the perfect excuse for not wanting to get out of bed early. To the whimsical one’s soul, rain is the just perfect excuse for letting loose of one’s imagination and focus, to just for a moment relax into the welcoming arms of blissful tranquility.
Pale arms propped against the wooden table as soft fingers slightly brushed the cool glassed surface of the window, fingertips barely touch
Admire (Armin x Reader) Modern AUThe first sunlight of the day found its way into your shared apartment, particularly the place where you and your partner were lying. Happened to just wake up from the most satisfying slumber in ages, you blinked, clearly annoyed by the blinding light. You propped yourself onto one elbow and instinctively brought a hand up to block it, and as your (e/c) orbs caught sights of something in the distance, you couldn’t help but let out a slight gasp.
Patches of sunlight pouring from the open window brightly lit up your partner’s hair, gifted it a splendid shade of golden. He shifted, snoring slightly as he appeared to be still deep in his slumber. Long, soft tresses of blonde hair appeared beautifully illuminated and…well, a bit tousled, though you didn’t have a single problem with that. To be honest, you found his messy hair rather cute. It rubbed on him a new aspect to which you found very charming.
You took your sweet time to admire the alluring luminosity of his
Innocent (Armin x Reader) Modern AU“Hey, you see that blond shota right there? I recall seeing him in the same lecture halls sometimes, but I don’t remember his name…”
“Me neither, but you know who he is, right?”
A pause, then “...Oh, haha, of course”, a chuckle. “The innocent one.”
Armin Arlert wasn’t that popular, really, so at rare occasions when the topics revolving him were brought up in conversations, people tended to get rather confused. Not many students knew much about him, that’s a sure; partially because he didn’t look so eye-catching, partially because he was very timid. All too familiar, when folks chatted to you and you either accidentally or purposely brought up his name, this would kind of cause their mental prongs to mess up a bit. At the mention of the name ‘Armin’, most would likely raise their eyebrows, accompanied by a query, “Who’s Armin?”
Almost all of the times, you would reply,
German (Armin x Reader) Modern AUTo be honest, you were bored. It was a hot summer day and you had nothing to do. You had your PC right in front of you on your desk, a bunch of novellas on the bookshelf to your right, and still you couldn’t find any fantasy to have yourself submerged in. You were kind of envious of your close friend Armin though. Unlike you, he seemed to always have something to keep himself entertained. Right then, said boy was seated on the chair beside you, reading an book he must’ve gotten from his grandpa.
You took a glance at the title on the front cover, ‘Die Enzyklopädie des Ozeans’. You recognized that the word ‘Ozeans’ must’ve meant ‘ocean’ or something, but you were unable to interpret what the rest was about. The text was in German. Oh, yes, of course it was in German. Armin was from Germany to boot.
Suddenly, a light bulb appeared hovering above your head (mentally), and you was sure this would make your day more int