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Summary:

It's been nearly 2 years since you and Armin broke up on bad terms. As the days close in on the date of the breakup, you just can't drown out your memories of him.

After auctioning your artwork online, you find out the highest bidder was your ex Armin Arlert.

Not giving you enough time to recover from this surprise, he later sends you an invite to work with him on planning his next art exhibition.

Little does he know that you're the artist. And little do you know that his current girlfriend works alongside him.

Notes:

*in the process of rewriting*

i do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fanfic, all rights belong to Hajime Isayama. i only own the events that occur in this fanfiction that are based on my imagination, and any relation to real life events are purely coincidental.

this fanfic is in second person and the pov can change depending on the chapter. past events are italicised and emphasis on certain words are italicised.

armin arlert x fem reader

author's note:
this is my first time making a romance fanfic but i hope ppl enjoy :)

Chapter Text

You heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your arm. Your arms ached so much from bearing the weight of lifting them up.

 

You set down the paint brush that was in your hand on top of the oak counter beside you, and shuffled a few steps backward to get a full view of another finalized art piece of yours.

 

In front of you stood an acrylic painting of a girl and her mother sitting on a set of swings, surrounded by roses.

 

Painting for nearly 8 hours was a worthy accomplishment despite the repeated hassle of running out of a certain shade of the color you mixed, as well as the numerous attempts to recreate the exact shade before the acrylic paint dried out on the palette.

 

It had been a while since you required a ladder to produce your artwork, and during the process you were constantly distressed over the thought of knocking over the easel by accident as the canvas was the size of double doors.

 

Of course, the whole thing was monochrome.

 

The same color of purple, consisting of various hues.

 

Your only weakness as an artist was not being able to implement more than one color in the same piece of artwork.

 

Whenever you tried to blend in two different colors, it would become the most noticeable mistake you were always able to identify when you looked at your work after completion.

 

Thinking about it, when even was the last time you attempted that?

 

Oh.

 

He's on your mind again.

 

You just can't remember to forget him.

 

"I miss you, Armin." You mumbled under your breath.