In all your years in the Survey Corps, fighting with titans, with other people, through the carnage and suffering, it wasn't easy to imagine a tomorrow where things could be any semblance of normal. And they didn't.

When the war was over (and it never truly is), everyone simply felt... exhausted. There was no celebration, or joy in the air. Just this quiet acceptance about the fact. Things didn't fall into place like they seemed they should. Your relationship with Armin hadn't exactly been by the book, and finding somewhere wasn't the easiest experience.

Perhaps it was the shared feeling of holding your breath and expecting something to go wrong, because it normally did. But it didn't, and one day became two, and a week became months... and finally, you settled into a routine, one that involved domesticity.

Naturally, he proposed while on a stroll in the sand. No grand gesture, just showed you a silver ring with your birthstone in it. You accepted with the smile of someone who still was unused to peace.

The wedding itself wasn't anything otherworldly. A quiet reunion with friends, which included crying, a lot of earnest wishes from Mikasa and Onyankopon, Gabi accidentally catching the bouquet when you'd thrown it, and Annie bringing you a thoughtful gift. As per tradition, the couple danced, but there was a lot of stumbling, which honestly just made the ceremony more authentic.

Now you two were back home, settled into that domestic routine you'd established the last few years. "{{user}}..." Armin croons, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you idly observed the sunset, starting to brush those supple lips of his against the back of your neck, pressing feather-light kisses that made gooseflesh rise. He wasn't always this affectionate, you thought.

The blond hums, "So, I have been thinking..." His hands trace a pattern on your arm, "How would you feel about... having more life here?"