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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Haven’t seen many aot requests! How would yandere Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Sasha, Annie, Jean, Levi, Hange, Jean, and Erwin react to seeing their darling bloody, unconscious, and in the hands of a titan or other enemy?

Yes! I love more requests about Anime’s I didn’t write that much about so far! Darling is a scout in here.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, overprotective behavior, violence, death

Bloody and unconscious

Eren Yeager

👊Eren is in general more on the spirited side and fiercely overprotective over his darling. Eren already lost enough people and if he should ever lose his precious darling as well he would lose his shit and go on a rampage. If you’re part of the scouts he would want to be in the same squad as you and will just stick in general close to you so he can protect you at any time. Then this will either happen during a mission or when the Titans are inside the walls. For this to happen you’ll somehow have to leave his side because Eren always is with you to protect you. So the moment he doesn’t see you anymore is the moment where he’ll start to panic frantically.

👊In both cases Eren’s reaction would be violent, only being equally to a few others on this list. The moment he sees you in the hands of a Titan who is about to be eat you or in Annie’s hands who’s about to take you away whilst you’re in such a bad condition he would, to put it simply, lose it. And no one will be able to stop him. He would scream your name and would forget whatever he was doing or whatever he was ordered to do, just storming straight to you and biting harshly in his hands, a thunderbolt appearing and in the next moment either the Titan or Annie have a furious, or even beyond that, 14 meter high Titan after them.

👊If it’s really a Titan that thing is as good as dead, Eren absolutely turning them into pulp. He has no intention of hurting you even more than you are already but might do it on accident a bit since his emotions are in that moment a mess. If it’s Annie then he would have all intentions to kill her and just violently attack.

👊After whatever threat is eliminated, Eren will grab you and instantly try to find out whether you’re okay or not. The other members of the scout will most likely try to help but in that moment Eren is just in too much panic to give you to someone else, seeing everyone as danger. Mikasa and/or Armin have to calm him down or Levi has to cut him out off there so he won’t attack just everyone in his surroundings. Chances are high that he’ll kidnap you after that, being just too traumatized from the whole event to let you out again. Especially if you’re a scout he’s beyond terrified that something will happen to you as soon as you’re fully healed again and ready to fight once again. He’ll also feel highly disappointed in himself for not being able to protect you better. He’ll be really apologizing and a lot more smothering after that incident, doing pretty much everything to help you feeling better.

Mikasa Ackerman

🧣She might be even more protective over her darling than Eren is. It’s a normal thing to lose people in this world, but that doesn’t mean that Mikasa takes this well. She possesses a cold kind of violence when it comes to her darling’s safety. She won’t be pleased in the last bit if her darling is part of the scouts, knowing fully well what dangers that brings. She would baby you still pretty much and on missions she’ll always watch over you.

🧣Cold violence. That’s her reaction. She would also instantly go after either the Titan or Annie. But different from Eren she’s able to think more rational and won’t let her feelings cloud her judgment. She has little to none facial expressions on her face, only a dark expression that will warn anyone to better not stop her. She’s a silent and dangerous murderer.

🧣Mikasa’s calmness in this situation can be quite scary, especially since it doesn’t match her absolute merciless behavior. She’ll be able to take care of the threat herself whilst making at the same time sure that she doesn’t hurt you. The Titan will be quickly killed without leaving too much of a mess behind. If it’s Annie then she would cut her out of the Titan and try to kill her afterwards.

🧣She’ll accept help from the scouts since she knows that you need it but will keep a sharp eye on whoever takes care. Now that the danger is taken care off she’ll react more emotional. Whilst not someone who’ll break out in tears she’ll be more depressed for not doing something sooner. Mikasa is really not someone who would kidnap her darling for selfish reasons, but when it involves your well-being she’ll do it. During your healing process expect her to go into full mama mode who’ll do all the stuff for you.

Armin Arlert

🐚Armin is a very clingy one who will stick to your side as long and often as he can. He just loves being near you and also sees it as a way to protect you better and prove that he’s worthy of being your friend, or even already boyfriend at that time. Poor boy would be a worried mess if you’re a scout. Don’t get it wrong, he admires you for whatever you could be. But being a scout makes the chances higher that you’ll get killed more easily which will lead him to wanting to be in the same squat as you so he can protect you a bit better.

🐚Armin would at first kind of freeze when seeing you all bruised and bloodied up in the hands of a Titan, eyes wide and heart beating violently against his chest. His reaction would be very unlikely for someone who always thinks about what to do. He would totally panic, not thinking before acting, just screaming your name and having all intentions to just storm to you. Now it would depend on whether the one holding you is a normal Titan or Annie. If it’s a normal Titan he’ll just storm to you to kill that thing, probably quickly being followed by his friends who’ll help him. He is not a violent one but if it’s for you he’ll do whatever he has to do. If it’s Annie then it’s not the best idea to storm blindly to her because she’s smart. Eren and Mikasa have to help him and calm him down a bit so he can start thinking a bit more rationally again. He doesn’t see the huge need to kill Annie, his biggest worry is to get you back healthily.

🐚The moment you’re safe again is the moment where he’ll start crying, out of relief and frustration because he couldn’t do anything to prevent this from happening. He feels like it’s all his fault and his friends have to help him not feeling too bad. In the end your reassurance that you don’t blame him would be the thing that would soothe him the most.

🐚Such an event will damage his self-esteem pretty badly and will lead him to being even more clingy than he’s already, paranoia increasing. Not only that but he needs a lot more reassurance after this from you because the scenario will always play at night in front of his eyes again, his brain showing him all the things he could have done to never let it come to this in the first place. Not someone who enjoys the thought of kidnapping but he’s talented in manipulating once he feels like he has too and will guilt trip you, especially if you’re a scout, into staying somewhere more safe. Also the type to plead his friends to keep a closer eye on you. He wants someone who’s more capable than him to handle another, hopefully never coming, situation better.

Jean Kirschstein

🐴Jean is a bit more of a stalker even if the both of you should be already a pair at that time. He just sometimes has troubles to believe that you’re friends/together with him. He always thought that you’re over him but here he is, someone you like being with. He has to pinch himself sometimes to make sure that this isn’t a dream of his. He adores you for whatever you are and is one of the most accepting one if you’re a scout, adoring it when he gets to see your talent and yet at the same time so worried that he won’t be able to sleep on some nights.

🐴I can see him as someone who would react similar to Armin. Whatever he was doing, he stops the moment when he sees you all bloody and unconscious in either a Titan’s or Annie’s hand. A storm of emotions rises up inside of him and before he even realizes what he’s doing he’ll race towards you. Rational thinking will be thrown out of the window. He’s only thinking about saving you now. With a Titan this won’t be that problematic. He’s ready to become a bit more brutal for you and the Titan will just end up dead. But Annie is more dangerous than a normal Titan and his superiors (Erwin, Hanje, Levi) or his friends have to hold him back and assure him that if Annie would have wanted to kill you she would have done it already, meaning she’s planning to somehow use you. But they’ll help him rescuing you. He just has to calm down a bit! And just like Armin the most important thing for him is to just get you back safely.

🐴A nervous and impatient mess the whole time, not to mention anxious beyond belief. The moment you’re finally being rescued and somewhere safe is the moment where he’ll collapse to his knees, stress and fear yet also huge relief making him nearly dizzy. All his emotions will explode and he needs a bit until he’s able to control himself again.

🐴He can’t even express how sorry he is for not being able to be there for you and is highly frustrated with himself. He should have been there. An increased fear and paranoia will lead him to pleading you to take a temporary break from the scouts, not only talking to you but also to superiors and your family just to have someone getting you to rest. As much as he understands it if you want to fight again, at the very least he wants to make sure if he can’t convince you that you’re fully healed and fit again. And the next time he’ll make sure to stay by your side.

Sasha Blouse

🍖Sasha is another one who won’t be very happy if you are part of the scouts but at the same time she’s the type to brag about you in front of everyone, telling them how strong and talented you are. Her overprotectiveness shows through her clingyness, especially during missions she won’t be more than a few feet away from you.

🍖She would panic a lot but also be able to think a bit more rationally than some others. If it’s a Titan she would hurry up to you, probably grabbing some of her friends with her so she has some backup to help her. If it’s Annie she knows that she needs some help and would quickly inform everyone about this and beg them to help her to get you back. Hurry up! She’s getting further away with you! Please be safe, she wouldn’t know what to do without you.

🍖Relief isn’t even the word to describe how she feels when you’re finally being taken care off, out of harm’s way. She doesn’t want to leave your side during the whole time, just wanting you to open your eyes again so she can look at you and know that you’re still with her.

🍖Sasha would lie if she would say she wouldn’t try to somehow talk you out of being a scout and taking a longer break. But if you insist on continuing the least she can do is a.) making sure you’re in top shape when you’re back and b.) ensuring that she’ll never leave your side again and that the both of you are in the same squad as her friends so she always knows that she has someone she can count on if she’s faced with danger she won’t be able to handle alone.

Annie Leonhardt

💗Annie can be seen as mean from the way she sometimes acts towards her darling, almost a bit like she doesn’t care. But that isn’t true in the least bit. Every mean word she might spit out, she does it to protect you. In this scenario we’re going with different circumstances. In the version were a Titan grabs you she’ll be rogue and took you with her on her way back. And in the version with an enemy it’ll be Eren in his Titan form when she’s about to escape.

💗Annie is dangerous without a doubt. Not only is she really strong and experienced with her Titan form but also cold blooded when it comes to killing others. She has no remorse with it. Especially if it involves your safety she’s more than willing to crush everyone who possesses a threat to you.

💗If it is a Titan she’ll just kill that thing and every other Titan who caught sight of you and wants to eat you. She’s terribly calm given the situation that it’s pretty unnerving. If it is Eren she has a bit more of troubles. Eren in his Titan form is strong and violent, meaning he might even hurt you if he can’t control himself properly. Annie’s main goal in this scenario is just making sure that she gets to keep you with her because it’s very likely that you’ll be kept under close watch from the scouts if she doesn’t take you with her now. Who knows if she’ll ever get the chance to grab you again? Not to mention if you won’t be tortured by the regiment if they think like this you will give them informations. Fighting Eren won’t be easy, not to mention that she has to pay attention to that you won’t get hurt even more than you are already. But as soon as she has you she’ll instantly put you carefully in her mouth since she needs her hands to climb and will make a run for it.

💗Annie knows that you’ll have to endure a lot since she took you with her and won’t let you go anymore. But she’ll also use this as a way to make it clear that if you want to survive you’ll have to stay with her. You think you can manage to survive on your own? Are you dumb or just too stubborn? You wouldn’t even survive a day out there alone! Don’t be an idiot.

Erwin Smith

🎖Erwin is the commander of the scouts and will make damn sure that you’re always with him on missions. Erwin is constantly torn apart because of in how much danger you could bring yourself into by being part of the scouts. He most likely often ordered you to do something different and tried to keep you away from too much danger. But on the other hand he also knows that you’re most likely able to handle some things on your own. Keeping you away from what you’ve basically joined the scouts seems not logical to him given the fact that he’s aware of his behavior.

🎖Erwin stats composed, no matter how stressful the situation. He’s able to handle Titans on his own very well, meaning if it’s a Titan that is about to devour you he’ll just finish him off quickly. No help needed in this case.

🎖The situation however is different when it is Annie. In this case Erwin would still prove to be very rational about the situation. He would tell his soldiers that he’s going after her. And that they’re coming with him. As easy as that. He doesn’t necessarily wants to kill Annie since she might give some informations but he also won’t hesitate to go harsh if it means saving you.

🎖Let’s just say that you won’t go to work for a while after that. A long while. Erwin’s possessiveness and overprotectiveness will lead him into making sure that you won’t go out of the walls for a while. Be that through blackmailing and manipulations. They’re going to stay in his house until he’s calmed down again.

Hange/Hanji Zoë

🔬If you’re part of the scouts than be prepared that Hange will glue to your side 24/7. You’re inseparable and it’s more than likely that you’re their assistant when it comes to them studying the Titans. Hange feels a bit conflicted over the fact that you’re a scout. On the one hand they get to spend nearly all their time with you and most of the time you aren’t on missions anyways since you’re in their squad and they make sure that you’re most of the time only busy with paper work. Don’t get them wrong, they know that you can handle yourself quite well but there’s still always the fear of something happening. That’s the reason why, if you’re on a mission outside the walls, they make sure to stay with you.

🔬Their reaction would in many points be similar to Sasha’s. They would panic, but still try to get their feelings under control so they’ll be able to think clearly and not do something that might lead to your death. If it’s a Titan Hanji would kill it. As much as their heart hurts whilst doing this, your safety comes first. If the Titan is Annie they would quickly drag the asses of some off their comrades with them, Levi, Erwin and a few more all whilst rambling worriedly that they have to speed up.

🔬Are you fine? Where does it hurt? Why didn’t you stay with them? These are only a few out of many questions you’ll hear once you’re conscious again and have a to death worried Hange towering over you. But they’ll be so happy that you’re alright.

🔬As long as you’re still not fully healed don’t expect to ever be left alone by Hanji, only exception being maybe if you need to use the bathroom. But else? Don’t even try it or else Hanji will freak out a bit. They’ll check up on your wounds every day. They make sure to keep you close with them. For a long time being you’ll be doing what you’ve done already before. Helping them with the paperwork for the Titans. That doesn’t mean that Hanji forbids you to ever do missions outside the walls again. You’ll just be kept inside the walls the tiniest bit longer than needed. But if you do go out on a mission. Promise to stay close to them.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️If you are still part of the scouts without him already having you locked away that either means that his obsession is still in his earlier stages or you’re very strong and not that easy to catch like Levi would want too. And that makes Levi fear for your life. He saw too many die. So many...Even the thought of what might happen to you terrified him, shaking him up even deep down his core. At least he can make sure that your in his squad so he can keep an eye on you.

⚔️To be honest, I think the first moment he would just be paralyzed when seeing you in such a state and either getting picked up by a Titan who’s about to eat you or Annie for other reasons. But after the first shock is over? Nothing but rage and brutality, an outburst of violence and anger only equal to Eren’s.

⚔️He won’t even think about asking for help. He’ll just see red and storm off on his own. He probably doesn’t even need it given the fact he’s humanity’s strongest soldier. Good luck if it’s a Titan because it won’t last very long, Levi slaughtering it without mercy and any other Titans near by who are an obvious threat whilst you are in your weakest state. Even Annie will have a hard time with Levi whilst he’s that mad, cutting of all limbs if he has too to get you out of her grip. Someone has to hold him physically back, the easiest way to get him to calm his ass down is by telling him that right now you need more help. That’ll help him snapping out of it.

⚔️Whatever held him back from restraining you before will be instantly catched up after he had to go through this. He could have lost everything he’s ever loved all over again because he didn’t do something sooner. As harsh as he can be, in reality he’s beyond terrified off losing you, the only person he’s ready to do everything for. This scene of you laying completely helpless in the palm of the enemy will haunt him for a long time. But I can see surprisingly the chance that Levi will let you eventually out again. But it’ll be very hard, chances low. The most important thing for him to ever let you go on missions again would require a relationship where trust is established and Levi acknowledging your skills enough to think you can handle it. It’s hard, but nothing is impossible. It’ll just take work and time.

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tonystarkspropertymasterlist · 2 years

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Annie Leonhardt Masterlist

Annie with a isolated but stoic s/o HC’s - made to see how Annie would be like, kidnapping or falling in love with a stoic S/O

Yandere Headcannons HC’s - No explanation needed man

#annie leonhardt #annie leonhardt x reader #yandere snk #yandere aot #yandere snk x reader #yandere aot x reader #yandere annie leonhardt x reader #yandere annie leonhardt #dark aot #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot imagine

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maries-gallery · 3 years

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after reading your yandere armin, what about yandere warriors? if u don't want to write it its OK:)

Oh you made me really happy here. I am sorry this took so long ngfjhc though (hope it was worth the wait). And if you want me to detail on one of the characters do not hesitate to ask ! A part 2 with Pieck, Porco and Zeke is coming soon, just didn’t want this to be too heavy.

Genre : dark content, these are not to be romanticised

Warnings : unhealthy relationships, obsessive behaviours, overprotectiveness, death, murder, yandere themes

Reiner Braun never thought himself deserving of love. A monster with blood tainted hands and a split heart. Dark thoughts all he knew day in and day out, his hopes for a bright future like a sinking ship under the waves of exhaustion and utter despair plaguing him. Never did he think that one day happiness would come knocking door, and he had almost given up when you came into his life with a golden smile and warm heart. Pure and untainted by the terrible whims of fate.

And for the first time in a long decade, you made him so happy, filled his life with colours and stirred burning flames in his chest. Chasing away the cold gaping hole built over the years by days and days of forgetting himself to his duty as a warrior.

But with his love for you came the freezing fear of tainting you, ruining you. For you were so pure, so bright. Nothing like him.

He is conflicted, heart torn apart because what shall he do with his feelings when they have swallowed him whole ? Is resisting any use ? He tries to stay away from you, tries to keep you out of his mind but it is all futile. Tells himself that you’d be better off without him.

But what causes him to break is when you get hurt during the fight in Marley, blood freezing in his veins as he sees you tumbling to the ground and almost falling off a roof. At your side in a second, big Titan hand scooping you up.

That’s exactly why he has to protect you from this world.

And Reiner hates himself for it but he doesn’t care about what it takes for you to remain safe and untainted, willing to take you away from everything you’ve ever known and preserve you in his house. Never to let you down, for it is dangerous outside, and he won’t have you in harm’s way. Kneeling before you, tears flowing down his cheeks as he tells you about how this is all for you, for your safety. He can’t bear to lose you, not after he’s finally found a reason to live. And his heart aches at the thought of you despising him, he knows you are unhappy locked up in your golden cage, but it is better than to have you dead, right ?

Reiner doesn’t have much hope in you loving him one day, he knows he doesn’t deserve your love, not after everything he’s done. An angel could never love a monster. But to him as long as you are by his side and unscathed it is all that matters.

Bertholdt Hover thought himself damned, locked with no hope of escape. Slowly suffocating under the crushing weight of his duty as a warrior, the guilt of corpses heavy on his shoulders and his Titan years like a sword of Damocles above his head. But he had resigned himself, aware there was no way out for him or his friend. The blood in their veins an invisible cage they had learned to live in ever since their birth.

But with you... things were different.

It is fairly easily that the two of you became friends, Bertholdt getting more and more enamoured with you as time passed, and before he knew it his heart beat for you. All his thoughts revolved around you, the centre of his world, an escape from reality. With you he could be himself, with you he could forget about his duty for a moment, with you he felt whole.

But the closer you got the more fear swelled in his chest, his veritable identity haunting his every thoughts and shadowing his sweet daydreams of you. Bertholdt is smart, and he knew you’d never accept his dark side. And the simple idea of your features ridden with fear and crumbling with betrayal had tears welling up in his eyes. So it is fairly quickly that he confessed his undying love for you, wrapping you around his fingers with sweet promises of a better future and soft kisses. Adoration shining inn his eyes every time he gazed at you, worshipping the ground you walked on. To you he was such a loving boyfriend, always willing to please you.

He tried for so long to keep the truth away from you, basking in your warmth and the flimsy comfort of your relationship. But of course things couldn’t last, could they ? And what he feared most soon happened.

But Bertholdt couldn’t bear to lose you, not now, not ever. Simply because you had become his everything, his solace in a world of misery. His only hope for a better life, the air he breathed. So it is very naturally that he took you back with him to Marley, guilt creeping up inside of him after knocking you out and carrying you all the way back to his hometown. But now worries, for Bertholdt only wants to love you. You are safe with him and he hopes you’ll one day get accustomed to your new life, that someday you’ll grow to love him. Until then he’ll try his best to make you happy and redeem himself in your eyes.

Annie Leonhardt was always so cold, not a care in the world about what could happen to her or anyone. She had a mission, and was determined to get it done and over with to go back home to her father. Nothing could get in her way.

Or that is what she thought, before you came into her life and made everything so complicated.

At first she hated you, hated how you smiled at her, hated how you constantly talked to her and tried to get to know her. Hated how you managed to make her lose sight of her reason for being in this goddamn place. But what she despised above all was how her heart melted in her chest every time she caught sight of you, a pleasing warmth spreading through her as you approached her. And soon she found herself caring about you, a bit too much, wishing for something she had never even imagined.

To love and be loved.

Gradually she softened around you, hard façade cracking to let you in. But just like Bertholdt she knew this wouldn’t last long, that the moment it all went downhill, the moment you learned of her real identity you’d flee from her grasp. And Annie would have none of that. Because it was all your fault, wasn’t it ? She didn’t mean to fall for you, and would have been content if this never happened. But you just had to be so damn lovable. And now she couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go, ever, couldn’t be the thought of having you out of her sight.

So it is very willingly that she kills anyone standing in her way, asserting cold power over her victims as she crushes them under her Titan feet, feeling very little guilt as their neck snaps, body sent flying in the air like a rag doll. And she knows you won’t like it, you’ll be angry, because that is just who you are. You care too much about others.

But she doesn’t care, you’re still coming with her back to Marley. You don’t have a choice, because how else are you supposed to be together and how else is she supposed to protect her new favourite person ? And of course she’d like for you to return her feelings, but she knows it is a lot to hope for. Don’t worry though, she loves you enough for two and is ready to deal with all your tantrums.

@sunshinedragonofthewest @st-arlert

#aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titans x reader #attack on titan x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #annie leonhardt x reader #annie x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #bertholdt x reader #yandere aot

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ramenaddicted · 2 years

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I want Annie Leonheart to kiss me. Not a soft Peck but a full on consuming kiss. I feel like her kisses would start off soft but then it migrates to lustful and consuming.

#yandere aot #aot #annie leonhardt x reader #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt x you #yaz writes #ramenmusings #ramenwrites

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azurlily · 1 year

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Have a good read.

Day 4 of 31 of the yandere month May challenge. These TWO yanderes clash in personality and in action. As always DARK FUCKING THEMES

No explanation needed, it's in the title.

Yandere!Annie Leonhart and Yandere!Pieck Finger HEADCANNONS SFW AND NSFW

Wow, just wow, how the flying fuck did you fuck up this badly.

You live in Paradis, you grew up with a set of rose colored glasses on your eyes. You were just a child when the colossal titan appeared. That's when your path was made, your path to not only Annie, but Pieck too.

You joined the military training corps and met Annie. You were the only one who was genuinely interested in being friends with Annie. You weren't Beretoldt or Reiner, who were there put of obligation, nor were you scared of her. Okay, maybe a little bit.

Annie killed Marco. She killed him simply because he asked you out. That was enough means to kill him without hesitation.

You trusted Annie with all your heart. When she told you she was the female titan, though. You thought she was learning how to joke, and this was a bad, bad joke.

Things took a turn for the worse when she was captured by the scouts. You were one of the first to be investigated, you lied and said you didn't know. You said Annie seemed normal, and you didn't believe she'd ever be a monster.

Years went by, and it hurt. It hurt to lose someone so close to you, someone you trusted with all your being. Over time though, you slowly got used to it. Got used to the pain of missing her.

You joined the scouts at some point and started working along side Mikasa. You and her became somewhat a pair. Things were good, I mean not really, but you get it.

When you heard Annie was released from her shell, you were one of the first to actually talk to her. Your fear as well as anger that she left you, it was a lot to take it. You love Annie dearly, even if she did hurt you in a way.

Annie clung to you like never before, she practically refused to leave you. She considered herself to not be on a side, unless it was yours. Annie fights for you, and only you.

She would start hiding random things like knifes on her. In case she had to deal with someone for you. She's more than willing to deal with her long time Mikasa problem...

You met Pieck at Marley. You met her when things went south with Eren and everyone was regrouping. Pieck had this voice, it made you feel calm. You didn't tense up as much, you felt safe around her. It was odd.

You felt safe around Annie, but never like this. Never in such a way. You felt like you could trust Pieck, her sweet smile. Her brown eyes always watching over you.

You didn't realise she was conditioning you. She wanted to use to being around her more, being around her eyes and falling into them. She and Annie spent more and more time with you. Their psychotic behavior showing more and more.

You'd wake up and feel someone staring at you. You'd look around and see Pieck sleeping in her titan form...except she wasn't asleep. She was wide awake and was watching you, she saw you move and closed her eyes.

Annie and Pieck took shifts on taking care of you, as well as slowly isolating you from everyone else.

"Pieck, I understand, bit patients is key!"

"Annie if I have to wait any longer, ik going to kill her without hesitation! How dare Mikasa touch her!"

Piecks titan form almost killing Mikasa because she hugged you.

Yep. She, without hesitation transformed, and almost ate Mikasa alive.

Pieck was stopped and knocked out, she didn't seem too happy. Annie on the other hand seemed quite please with the result of this: Mikass leaving you the hell alone, and practically refusing to even look at you.

You noticed in the time everyone was wary of Pieck, Annie and her seemed to be getting along better than before. Much, much, much better.

It was one that started it all. Pieck and Annie had come to a mutual agreement, they would share you. In exchange, you wouldn't love anyone else. You only needed the two of them anyway.

It had been a few weeks and everyone had slowly brushed off the incident. That was until the three of you disappeared. In the middle of the night, all the food, water, weapons, and supplies had disappeared. So had you, Pieck, and Annie.

Most feared the worst, that someone(a yeagerist) had come and taken you three and the supplies. While it was a fair assumption, it was dead wrong.

Pieck and Annie had been planning this for weeks. From the day Pieck attacked Mikasa to the day you all dissapeared.

Annie knew if she attacked Mikasa would have cut her down. The obvious choice was Pieck. Now where would you three go? Hm?

Easy. They were still in Marley territory, and Pieck had done enough missions to know her way around. She knew a small abandoned village near a lake- perfect place to hide away from the world.

The two knew that the world was going to end, and they couldn't stop it. So they did what they could, while they could.

You had woken up in a warm bed, in a pair of warm arms, Annie's arms. You looked around, you assumed that camp had been moved, but when Annie wouldn't let you leave her side. You got suspicious.

"Listen, everyone else is out, there is no point in doing all of this. You need rest, you've been working hard. Go. To. Sleep."

The last part wasn't a suggestion, she was giving you a command. While she hoped you'd take it, if not...it would become Piecks problem. While Annie is good at dealing punishments, she isn't good at. . . non-sexual ones.

Pieck on the other hand can play the role of the angry mother. Teaching her dumb child a lesson. Pieck is the worst of the two, she's mean and she knows it. She has a motherly vibe and uses your weakness to it to her advantage.

You fought her until you finally got out of Annies grip. You ran out only to see no one else around, you were alone. With two very, very psychotic girls.

Annie ran out to take you back it, and that's when you heard it. You turned to see Pieck in her titan form, glaring down at you two. She looked a lot scarier like that, considering she could eat you at any moment.

"Please go back inside."

That all you needed to hear. You ran in. Once you saw the smoke and watched Annie and Pieck walk in, you knew what had happened. What you didn't know, is that this was going to go on until you three died.

And I don't mean from Eren. He was stopped, these two girl. Nothing can stop them.

It took about a few months to see just how crazy they really are. Pieck will kill anyone and anything on sight, she goes fishing in her titan form. Annie cooks, and cleans, she's also the one keeping the knives hidden. Wether to keep her and Pieck safe from you, or to keep you safe from an angry Pieck.

Annie does sexual punishments, as well as mental punishments. She makes you think eveyone threw you away, that they didn't care, and that you were meaningless. Pieck deal the physical punishments, you'd be surprised the strength she has when you piss her off. It usually consists of her holding you in her arms as you cry; dragging a knife against your skin. She doesn't care if you cry out for help from Annie. It wont do much.

"Please don't cry, it only hurts if you move, angel. Please don't move."

You always do though, you get scared and jump. The knife sinks deep into your skin. You cry in pain and Pieck hushes you, tells you to breath and talks you through the pain.

It takes time for you to live them, if you ever do. They know what they're doing is wrong, and mad, and horrible, not that they care. They love seeing you, just seeing you has endorphins rushing through them.

You have night where you cry, you lay down and cry and think about your friends and family. Those are the only nights they leave you alone, they let you be by yourself. Be in your own mind, because they know what it's like to lose so many. They both know you deserve the right to grieve, for however long it takes.

In the end, both girls will find a way in the bed, snuggling up to you. You sniffle against them, and wonder if this is a neverending nightmare.

"Shh, shh, I know, I know you miss them. It'll all be okay, Annie nor I will leave you. Ever."

"Piecks right, we know were not the lover's you need, but were the best you got currently. We will always be here for you."

Annie secretly enjoys seeing you cry in her arms, it let's her know your trust her enough to be weak around her. Pieck likes it because she's secretly a freaky sadist...

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Completely different people. In bed you see(depending on your preferences) the best/worst sides of them. Annie is, rough, and mean(a brat), and a bottom sometimes, and did I mention can go for over 6 rounds!? Pieck is a sadist mommy dom, hard top, kinkier than all hell, and she can go for about 7 maybe 8 rounds.

Both girls have a lot of pent up sexual energy, so while they were sleeping with eachother for a while.(after you three "dissapeared"). That doesn't mean they dont still want you. No in fact, it makes it much worse because they want all of you.

Unless you give them permission though, they wont do it. They'll look at you, think about you, even moan your name while sleeping with eachother. They never touch you until you're ready.

Although once your ready, be ready because they do not stop for a long, long time. At first they're both scared, they think you'll back out or push them away if they're too rough.

They don't wont to hurt you unless necessary...or unless it feels good. Cough cough Pieck.

They're so sweet with you the first night, Annie ate you out while Pieck held you through it, and rubbed you clit. She kissed you all over, and your neck was covered in marks. Both girls truly tried their hardest when it came to not scaring you, they really did!

Over time you started to see their kinkier sides come out. One night Pieck pulled on your hair and made you beg to eat her out, you did as commanded. She was in so much bliss she didn't even see the tears forming in your eyes as she pulled on your hair.

She was apologizing for days after that one.

Annie slipped up one night when she thought you weren't giving her enough attention. She grabbed your throat and told you to give her your love and not just Pieck, or else. She ment it. She started biting your neck and giving you large marks that sure as hell weren't just hickeys.

She felt so bad she was the one begging later. Begging for you to forgive her that is.

There have been times where it's only you and Annie or you and Pieck. The girls do act differently because they don't have to share in those moments. Annie is more bratty, usually she's "corrected" by Pieck. Pieck is rougher, more times than not Annie has to remind her to calm down.

Both have a long possessive streak. They went into a nearby town with you once and saw some girls staring at you. All you remember from that night is blood, the smell of metal, and the taste of Pieck and Annie's tounges in your mouth.

"Mm, so good for me. My little angel, you need all of mommy's love and attention, huh?"

"Pretty thing, you're going to look prettier with my markings on you. We can even show Pieck later."

They have fucked you over a dead body at least once. They find it fun, and you're being fucked so well, you dont even notice.

When you finally tell them you want to see the real side of them in bed, they were both sceptical. They were afraid you run and hide, they were afraid that the work they'd dont would go to waste. You assured them, or you tried to at least.

Finally the two agree. That night was on of the best you'd ever had.

Annie had been repeatedly trying to scratch and bote your throat, she'd do it purposely and sometimes she'd do it subconsciously. She pinned you to the bed and had a momentary fight on who was first to eat you.

Pieck won. She ate you better than she ever has before. Instead of all the gentle teasing from before, now she'd grab your hips and practically force your pussy against her face. She licks, and bites, and nips, and sucks. She does everything differently, she's hard, and rough, and seeing you cry from overstimulation puts her so close to her edge.

You pull on her hair and scratch at her head. You begged for her to slow down, all she'd do is give you a sweet smile and go back to destroying your poor pussy. When she finally decided that she was done, you had to tap out for the night. There was no way you could continue after that.

You watched the two girls have a couple goes a it before coming to lay down with you. A few nights later Annie pounces on you, she gives you a sharp glare. She was mad she didn't get her turn last time, and mad at you for not giving her the time to play with you.

When it comes to eating you out Annie is much meaner than Pieck. She teases you, tests the water, she wants to see how long she can drag things out. She'll listen to you whine, and cry, and beg her to eat your pussy. You'll beg saying you're aching, and you need it, but it doesn't matter. Annie let's you cum, when she believes you deserve it.

She of course at some point does finally give in. She makes things feels better than they ever have before. You have on multiple occasions cried because of how hard you came from her tounge.

Annie and Pieck are such great lovers. They love making you feel good, but they also know moderation. They help calm you down, help you breath through it all.

Aftercare is something else with those two. One is scared to even touch you(Pieck), and the other is still riled up and has a hard time thinking properly(Annie). Pieck always worries you hate her when you're done, she thinks her sadistic tendencies hurt you. Shes has and will cry over it. Annie can barely focus on her surroundings. She either watching you waiting for you to move, or she's angry. With herself of course.

Annie is angry that you might not like it. She's just as afraid as Pieck. She is better at hiding it, yandere!Annie is more emotional and scary at times. This is because she can't control herself around you. She needs you, that includes your body.

Please let them love you. Both girls have gone through literal hell, they need someone, you, they need you. Please be there for them.

DONT EVER SAY I DON'T SPOIL YALL!!! I DO DAMMIT! Anyway I really enjoyed writing this one. It was one if my personal favorites. Please of you are interested in commissions go look at THIS PAGE. (Just click the words). Have a good day/night.

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 2 months

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Hey, do you do yandere aot girls x fem reader oneshots? If so, can you make a yandere Annie x fem reader please? (Modern Au)

Reader is Annie's best friend but has a crush on Bertholdt. Annie does not like that and ends up beating Bertholdt up, resulting in him ending up in hospital. At the end, maybe Annie cuddles amd comforts the reader (while acting all innocent)?

~| Yandere Annie Leondhart x Female Reader |~

A/N: OMG YES. Just for you pookie ❤️❤️❤️

Modern AU

“Annie!!” Y/N called out cheerfully as she ran towards the blonde haired girl and hugged her from behind. “I missed you over the weekend!”

“Okay.” Annie bluntly said as she side hugged the happy girl. “How was your morning?”

”It was so good! I woke up and went to the bathroom to get ready for that day-“ Y/N rambled as they walked to the school. Annie would just stay silent and let Y/N talk since she just loved to hear her voice. Who wouldn’t? It was so angelic and not to mention her lips moving so gracefully. Her luscious hair, so silky and her pretty face just so beautiful like a doll.

”Annie, I heard that Bertolt came back from his vacation! I wonder if he remembered me and brought me something!” Y/N said as her hands made way up to her cheeks. “He’s soo handsome!~”

”Whatever you say, Y/N.” Annie said as they crossed the road. The one person in her way, Bertolt Hoover. Sure he was the basketball legend of the school, had great grades and a good upbringing but he was nothing but a nuisance.

He constantly hung out with Y/N during break, whenever Reiner would be busy with rugby. During class, he would always try to talk or pass notes with Y/N, in which she always responded. Not to mention, when Bertolt would ask the teacher to move closer to Y/N or in fact become her partner in class. He even had the audacity to bring her flowers on Valentines Day!

”Hey Y/N.. maybe it’s best if you forget about Bertolt.” Annie suggested causing Y/N to look at her shocked.

”W-what?! Why would I forget my 4-year-long crush?!” Y/N asked. “Do you think I’m not beautiful enough for him? Now wait, he’s so handsome that he probably won’t even think I’m even pretty!”

”What, no! I’m just saying that your out of his league. He’s not good enough for you.” Annie reassured. Her faith in that silly little crush was diminishing by the second! Annie just had to make sure that it wouldn’t affect her thoughts on her physical appearance.

“Still, after 4 years of talking, group projects and so much more, I’m not going to give up!” Y/N said with hope.

Reaching the school grounds, Y/N greeted her classmates around the seated areas and benches before sitting down herself. Looking at her watch, the two girls realised that they had time before their first class.

“I haven’t seen Bertolt yet.. what if he isn’t in because he’s sick?” Y/N thought out loud. “I don’t want to text him because then he’ll think I’m obsessed with him but if I don’t then he’ll think I don’t care about him!”

”Dont. He’ll probably leave you on read.” Annie said as he bit into a snack.

”You think he will?!” Y/N asked before a towering figure stopped in front of them. “B-Bertolt!”

“H-hey Y/N.! I uhm came back from vacation and uh thought I could say hi.” Bertolt said as he rubbed his nape.

”So say hi and leave. We’re talking-“ Annie began to say.

”Annie! Don’t be so harsh.” Y/N whispered before turning to look at the dark brunette only to blush. “S-sit down beside m-me if you want.” Bertolt proceeded to sit in between the two girls, separating the two girls. Much to Annie’s disappointment, she began to kick rocks and pebbles at his expensive shoes, wondering how they would look, scattered across his bloodied face.

”C-can you and I talk at L-Lunch Time.? I have something important to t-tell you but I can’t at Break b-because I have Basketball Practice.” Bertolt stuttered out as he rubbed his neck and sweated.

”Sure!” Y/N said.

”But Y/N, you and I are going to hang out together during Lunch.” Annie said unhappily.

”Oh right. It'll be quick though so you can wait a bit, right?” Y/N asked as Annie nodded to.

”I wanted to give you t-these.” Bertolt said as he handed over a gift bag. “I g-got it when I was on vacation. I remembered you talking about them and thought you’d want one.”

Opening the bag, Y/N saw accessories and different types of lotions along with tasty chocolates. Quickly hugging Bertolt and saying thank you, Y/N and Annie rushed to their first class. How could Bertolt do that?! Annie had just the right amount of money and was about to order her favourite things.

Sitting down in class, Annie had day dreamed the whole time as the teacher yapped on and on over something that wasn’t even class related. Bertolt had practice at Break, right? He was most likely going to confess at lunch too or would he try and humiliate her in front of all those guys? Annie just had to make sure that he wouldn’t lay a hand on her precious darling.

“At Lunch Time? You should have told her to meet at the end of the day.” Reiner said as he walked with Bertolt to the changing rooms. “And why’s you give the present in the morning? You could’ve given it when you confessed.”

”I didn’t know! I got really nervous..” Bertolt replied as he reached his teams changing room.

”You’re always the first person to arrive. See you later then.” Reiner said before walking off.

Walking in Bertolt began to lay his bags down and opened his P.E kit and sorted out his clothes nicely. The door opened and when Bertolt looked up he saw Annie standing at the door, unbothered by his half clothed torso.

”Annie.?! This is the guys changing room, what’re you doing in here?” Bertolt asked, startled.

”I’m not interested in your lanky body so don’t think I’m in here to spy on you change.” Annie said as she walked up to him.

”D-do you mind?! I’m getting c-changed.” Bertolt exclaimed as he covered his chest with his shirt.

”Do you have any idea of how much I have to struggle.? How much I have to deal with Y/N, going on and on about how you’re so handsome and so brilliant?” Annie asked as she gripped something behind her.

”S-she thinks that.?!” Bertolt asked shocked.

”Do you know how pissed I get when she looks at you with such lovey-dovey eyes and not me?!” Annie asked angrily before swinging a baseball bat at him.

“Agh! Annie what the hell are you doing?!” Bertolt asked as he gripped his head and fell to the floor.

”Getting rid of a pest.” Annie muttered before continuously hitting his body with the bat. Despite his constant attempts to escape, Annie dragged Bertolt back into the corner and kept beating his head violently with the bat until his head was nothing but blood. The scene was gory. Quickly wiping the bat clean, Annie left the room to attend to Y/N.

Entering the changing room, the basketball players each walked in on the body, laying in the corner, sprawled on the floor. Quickly calling a teacher, an ambulance was called and they quickly took the unrecognisable body to the hospital.

“Annie? You seem really quiet.” Y/N said, snapping Annie out of her trance. “Are you alright?”

”Y-yeah yeah.. it seems like there’s a problem.” Annie said as she looked at the ambulance. “Seems like someone got hurt.”

”I feel bad for them.. wait.” Y/N began to say until she squinted her eyes and looked at the body on the gurney. “Oh my god.! That body looks unrecognisable, so bloody and disgusting..”

”Y/N!” Reiner called out as he rushed over to the girls. “Was Bertolt with you?”

”B-Bertolt? No, I thought he had Basketball Practice.” Y/N said.

”Goddammit! That guy on the gurney must be Bertolt!” Reiner said with an extremely hurt expression.

“W-what?!” Y/N exclaimed as she got up and looked at Reiner, Annie still sitting down and unbothered.

”We can’t go now but at the end of the school day we’ll have to rush to the hospital..” Reiner muttered as he clasped a hand over his mouth.

”Your skipping practice for Bertolt?” Annie asked.

”Wha- of course! That’s literally my best friend in hospital.” Reiner said before leaving.

“Annie.. Bertolt is hurt! I feel so bad and I was going to confess to him at Lunch!” Y/N began to say as gripped her skirt.

”Y-Y/N. Come on back here.” Annie said as she patted the seat beside her. Y/N sat down beside her and sobbed into her shoulder, remembering the sight of her crush.

”He must’ve been in so much pain whilst we just talked amongst each other!” Y/N sobbed out.

”Yeah.. whoever did that must be a monster..” Annie muttered before running her hands through Y/N’s hair gently.

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iiraven · 3 years

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Odyssey

Pairing: Poseidon!Armin x Reader

Genre: romance, smut

Warnings: slow-burn, minor character death, manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, Yandere behaviour, puppy play, piss play, body worship, throne sex, implied age-gap, oral(male receiving), hair pulling, collaring (without consent)

Word count: 9.8K

Synopsis: Armin’s quest for revenge leads him to you, daughter of a merchant and object of his infatuation.

Author’s note: thank you @bubbleteaimagines for hosting this collab and allowing me to join <3 Also, thank you @onyxoverride for teaching me how to write about pee!

Attack on Titan Masterlist

Present day:

If the river could speak, you wonder what it would say.

In the silence that surrounds the rushing of the water, you’re sure you would hear it. Sometimes, you’re sure you can hear it, but then you remember the dangers of trusting unfamiliar voices. Especially unfamiliar voices in a place like this.

No one goes near the river Shiganshina. And you forget the reasons why much too often.

It’s rocky, slippery, there’s no path to walk on, and the nymphs grow sharp teeth when men approach them, hissing and eyes glowing red. But that’s what makes it perfect for you.

Sasha first mentioned the river months ago, recalling the places on the island that her and her father avoided whenever they went hunting. You hadn’t paid much attention to it until days later, when Connie recounted with round eyes how Floch’s body was found beside the river Shiganshina, mouth full of water and eyes gouged out. You knew you needed to go there yourself.

A pearl necklace is what you stole. And under the guise of going to wash clothes at the well, you made your way south of your small island with only Sasha’s vague instructions and your intuition guiding you.

You could hear the ocean as you walked through the untouched woods, your heart hammering in your chest every time the waves crashed against the island’s cliffs. You weren’t allowed to see the ocean- you weren’t allowed to be around any large body of water, for that matter- but you still knew your island well enough to know that a step in the wrong place could lead you tumbling down the cliff.

You would die before you got to feel the water on your skin and that, you thought, would be the most tragic part.

As your feet began to sink into the muddy ground, you could smell the salty water, and a slight metallic scent behind it that only drew you in closer until you reached a clearing. It was small, crowded with foliage with only a few dead plants on the ground where you could only assume people had attempted to step foot.

And there was the river. It was small, its water emerging from underground before the tide pushed it to the edge of the island- to a waterfall. So loud that it could drown out any noise, any screams. You shivered. For a moment, you just stood back and watched. The water was was green, but so clear that you could still see the fish swimming beside the floating objects. Coins, silver, small statues, and whatever else hopefuls had tried to offer. You pulled out your own offering and whispered a short prayer before throwing the necklace in.

It could have been your imagination, but the water calmed. It was quieter. And, like that, you felt as if the river had opened up its arms to you. Strong arms that you have to be cautious not to spend too long within lest you get trapped.

Thankfully, you’ve learned to read the signs. You know when the river wants you to leave, when it wants you to keep your distance, when it wants to keep you close, and even when it wants you to bathe. Those are the special moments. It’s rare the river is calm enough for you to dip your naked body into, but surrounded by the cool water, you feel like you could stay their forever.

If the river could speak now, however, you’re sure it would tell you to fuck off.

Either that or it would tell you to come back when you have something more to offer its god than a single golden bead from your grandmother’s necklace. Only three are left on the thin string, though you think you might keep the last one to honour her death. After that, you’ll have to go back to offering coins and whatever other trinkets that will keep the god of this river sedated long enough for you to dip your feet into the cool water, maybe take a sip, and then return home before your father realises where you’ve been, much less where you’ve been unchaperoned.

The latter is hardly your fault. Sasha and Connie are too scared to step foot in the Shiganshina forest, let alone the river itself. And you can’t trust anyone else to accompany you, especially the servants whose tongue could slip at the drop of a golden coin. Your father would never forgive you for spending time in the territory of the God of the Ocean or- as he liked to call Armin- the destroyer of seas. And thus, being left alone seems to be the only way.

Well, that’s unless Mr Arlert decides to join you.

The owner of the stable who appeared on the island out of nowhere is the last person anyone would expect to be brave enough to spend time at the river Shiganshina. He mostly keeps to himself, only ever seen tending to his horses or immersed in scrolls of literature and poetry. And yet, he’s here almost as often as you are, almost as vulnerable as you are.

Despite his solitary nature, Mr Arlert has been quick to make himself adored. Mothers swoon over his charm, scholars constantly indulge in his curiosity, and sailors are fascinated by his knowledge of the world and its oceans. He’s no warrior, and already in his late twenties, but he’s still without a doubt one of the most eligible bachelors on Paradis. And, yet, to any marriage proposal sent his way, he declines with a polite “A husband is not what I am fated to become”. Even Annie Leonhardt- whose father Mr Arlert would constantly visit- had her heart broken. But no one blames Mr Arlert, of course, who was there to comfort Annie, to make her realise that she just needs to be a better person, that’s all. It’s not his fault her heart broke, Mr Arlert reassured.

Thinking about it now, you’re amongst the handful of women who haven’t been offered to the tall blond. And with that comes a sigh of relief as you drag your fingers through the water.

It’s not like you dislike him- the opposite, actually- but being with Mr Arlert is like taking the hand of an invisible man in the dark and letting him guide you.

His words constantly have your thoughts spiralling in directions that they shouldn’t be. Thoughts about leaving the island, thoughts about going to the ocean, thoughts about becoming a priestess. Thoughts you aren’t allowed to have.

You fate is bound to the home you were born in, a thick rope tied to your ankle, only letting you go as far as this very river. And Mr Arlert sits beside that rope, a knife in his hand, blue eyes staring into your soul, waiting. You’re not sure what he’s waiting for. But what you’re sure of is that to be taken away from the life you know of is an inconceivable fantasy. The unknown is a dangerous thing, after all.

The small island of Paradis may lie far away from the rest of the world, but their core values remain the same. A woman must grow up to either serve her father or her husband. Your fate has already been decided for you. And, frankly, if it means not having to share a bed with an old man who marries you for your dowry, you’re very happy with taking care of your father until the day that he’ll be put into the ground.

But then there’s always the third option. A woman who serves neither her father nor her husband will serve her god.

You had never been given that option by your god-hating kin. Simply suggesting a future as priestess would earn you at least five lashes, so why… why can’t you stop thinking about it? Your instincts have you blame Mr Arlert, but you know that your fixation began before he arrived on the island; all he’s done is vocalise your thoughts.

As a gust of wind blows the leaves and the salt from the sea gently caresses your cheek, you wonder who your god would be. Do you resonate with Pieck’s beauty, or Zeke’s creativity? Maybe. But as you look into your reflection, you know that your god is no other than Armin, the god of the ocean. The fates must think this is hilarious, but you just want to scream.

“It’s getting late. I wouldn’t want your father worrying about you.”

You jump at the sudden voice, turning around at the familiar face, leaning against a tree with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Mr Arlert.”

His footsteps are so gentle, as are his apologies.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve come to invade your space, after all.”

“It’s not my space, it’s Armin’s. The god is only letting me stay here.”

He smiles a knowing smile, one that you would usually find patronising on any other man. But Armin is charming, too charming for you ever to think that of him. “I suppose you’re right.”

He comes to sit down beside you, taking his usual place at your right- the voice of reason. It’s quiet for a moment, before you remember.

“Lemnos,” you say.

The blond smiles. “I’m not named after a place.”

And you roll your eyes, as you’ve done every time he’s given you a useless hint. “That hardly narrows it down.”

“Well, I can’t make it too easy of a game.”

“You can’t make it impossible either!”

“It seems like I already have.” And you’re not sure if you want to wipe the smirk off his face or just stare at it.

“What about Tree?”

Arlert laughs. “No, but you have one guess left.”

“What?!” You sit up straight, eyes wide. Now you really want to wipe the smirk off his face.

“You have seven guesses, and in the eleven months we’ve known each other, you’ve used up six.” His explanation is calm and rational enough for you to almost convince yourself that the rule has been there from the start.

“Wait- wait. I never knew about this!”

“I thought everyone did. It’s traditional wager rules.” Mr Arlert’s tone is sorry, but you know he’s everything but. So, you cross your arms and pout, hoping that staring him down might at least give you the smallest chance of winning your wager.

He leans forward, mirthful and you feel a shiver go down your spine. “What is it, little puppy, sulking because you’re afraid you can’t win?”

You flush at the implication of your loss- “No- no not at all- no”- before registering his actual words are and only then can you feel the heat rise and you’re sure it’s doing you no service. “I know I can win!”

“I know you can too,” he assures you.

You frown. “Are you being sarcastic?”

It’s his turn to flush. “No, not at all! You can win- the water god favours you, after all.”

And although you shrug, his words stick. They always do.

Before you go home, you pass by Armin’s temple and place at the foot of his statue the remainder of your grandmother’s necklace.

A year ago:

Amrin knew how fickle the gods were and he thought that this knowledge made him impervious to those feelings. He watched how Eren jumped from woman to woman daily, how Reiner picked and chose his battles without a care, how every single fixation a deity would have never lasted more than a year. He thought of how stupid it was to spend a life of immortality indulging in such temporary pleasures. And he looked down on his kin for that very reason.

It was only after one argument too many that Armin finally let it slip. The god of the sea was usually quiet, offering soft smiles, casual conversation, and minimal conflict. That was his only rule: keeps quiet before the gods of the pantheon as he takes his anger out on the humans below. But that day, he forgot about his rule.

Maybe it was the years of silence that caused the Eathshaker’s outburst, or maybe it was just Eren’s bored expression as he talked about his mistresses in front of Mikasa. Armin couldn’t take it. Gathered at a marble table beside all the Olympians, he scowled and told them how stupid they all were.

“Don’t you realise? You’re all wasting your immortality by being so idiotic, so fickle! Everything you touch becomes a temporary pleasure, ruined by your inability to act like real gods.”

He should have stopped; he really should have stopped. But the crack in the glass bridge had been there for years, and now the shards of glass were dropping down into the sea. “You might as well be human!”

The room went silent. Eyes went wide, and mouths gaped, but the gods opted for silence. Every deity wanted to speak up, maybe even draw their swords, but they were more intelligent than Armin was in that moment, which was more unusual than one might think. He had never snapped so violently before. Armin may have been aggressive, but he knew his place. Knew when to be docile. Now, he felt like he could crumble Olympus itself with his rage and bury the Olympians with their dead parents.

The king of the gods, however, leaned forward. His emerald eyes were unmoving, devoid of emotion though his lips tilted into a monstrous grin.

“You’re just as fickle as the rest of us, brother,” was all Eren said.

When Armin lunged at him, knocking the fine glass off the table, it was Mikasa who pinned him down. Arms locked behind his back, all Armin could do was watch as mirth flooded Eren’s face, and the god of the sky laughed. The bastard laughed and laughed and licked the small wound on his hand from a shard of glass. It healed immediately. Even their pain was temporary.

And like he had been doing for the past millennia, Armin found solice in his only rule: if he couldn’t take out his rage on his brother, Armin would take out his frustration elsewhere.

His first instinct was to find a woman, but the thought of seeking out temporary pleasure, from a mistress no less, reminded him too much of Eren. So, he descended to earth, trident in one hand as the other gripped the reigns of his horse and they rode for three days and three nights. That’s all it took for the god of the sea to find what he was looking for- someone deserving of his hatred.

There are many humans like the merchant. But most of their hatred is silent. And when it’s not, blasphemy often falls upon deaf ears. The merchant just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when his drunk rambles led him up on the deck screaming out Armin’s name like it was venom in his throat, until he could scream no more. He was drunk, but the merchant’s hatred for the god of the sea did not cease when he was sober.

And when Armin heard his name, the god wasted no time calling forth a storm to sink the merchant’s ship. He took care to ensure that the arrogant man watched each and every one of his men be swallowed whole, their bodies only resurfacing lifeless, before the storm calmed.

It took five days for the merchant to swim back to his island.

He never returned to the sea.

As the weeks passed, he relocated his home to help him stay away from any body of water and made sure that his family followed suit.

But Armin followed, and the merchant’s father died weeks later with saltwater water found in his lungs.

Unfortunately, that was not enough to sedate the god of the sea’s need for vengeance. Fortunately, it was not enough to sedate the merchant’s hatred either. The hubris didn’t leave him. Instead, it just grew and grew and grew until the merchant considered himself more of a god than Armin would ever be.

“Oh, oh.” Armin couldn’t help but smile as he watched the man urinate before his temple. “This is perfect, so perfect.”

Armin was going to show his uncaring brother how different he was from the rest of the miserable Olympians. As he stood above the island of Paradis, golden hair blowing in the ocean wind, the god vowed to begin his Odyssey. An eternal Odyssey. A journey that would last longer than the ten fleeting years he had with the Greek hero- a journey that would last longer than the universe itself.

And he knew exactly where to begin. A man’s most valuable possession: his child.

It was only after your grandfather’s death that Armin noticed you. When he first began watching the merchant’s household, under the guise of either a guest or a bird, he had been surprised to learn that the blasphemous man had no wife, nor children. Armin only realised his mistake one night, when you came to lay a blanket on the drunk man’s barely conscious body. The merchant had pulled you towards him, muttering apologies and you had wrinkled your nose before offering him a soft smile. “It’s okay, papa”.

A daughter sheltered from the world, it seemed.

The god had initially thought you were one of the servants. There were only two in the house, and your tasks were all similar. But as Armin began to watch you closer, he saw how you did have a life outside your home with friends, interests, men- a life your father was blissfully unaware of.

The merchant hardly left home- playing the part of the sick man- and you took care of him- playing the part of your dead mother- in a happy sort of agreement.

You didn’t speak about it to your friends, but you detested your doting role. Armin could tell. The way you wrinkled your nose every time your father walked through the door, the eye-roll when you were given a load of laundry. The god couldn’t help by laugh at how pathetic the merchant was that not even his only daughter- his lifeline- cared for him. The merchant didn’t know, of course. Your fake smiles and gentle hands were enough to deceive him, keep him sane. But Armin was going to break that pattern.

The merchant didn’t deserve the care of a woman. He didn’t deserve anything. So, Armin was going to take you away from him.

His initial plan was to kill you. Simple, efficient, quick. And then he thought of dumping your body somewhere far so that the search for you would break your father’s spirit even more. He hesitated, though, he wasn’t sure why, but he did. And then, you changed your routine.

After meeting up with the two individuals you called your friends at the Sunday market- instead of going back home- you carried on walking. Through the houses on the outskirts and into the dense trees, you almost stung your sandal-clad feet twice before reaching a river. The river had no god of itself, but you still threw in an offering and muttered. Stupid human. And then you sat beside the river and- nothing. Your routine was boring, obviously a ritual to let you escape from reality. Yet, he couldn’t tear away from you. The woman at the river Shiganshina was a different one than the woman who served her father. The one here relaxed her shoulders, cursed at the world around her, smiled- albeit randomly but it was real. He decided there that he would kill you tomorrow.

But when, the next day, you led him back to the river, Armin was lost in you again. Lost in your honestly, lost in your need to escape. He wanted to see more, he needed to see more. Metaphorically, of course. But when you began undressing, the pleated robes dropping to reveal soft skin and tender curves, the god of the sea realised that he wouldn’t mind literally seeing more of you. Armin had been with goddesses and nymphs and, hell, even Aphrodite herself, but never had he been this awestruck. He had to hold himself back. Even though the way you were bathing made it seem like you were worshipping him, water dripping from your body, wet hair hiding the swell of your breasts. Armin’s breath stuttered. He couldn’t reveal himself. He couldn’t.

So, he watched, and watched. Trying desperately to take in everything you were from a distance. Armin didn’t count the number of times he visited you before finally decided that killing you was no longer an option. He told himself that his change of mind was progressive. A practical choice to draw out his revenge into the most painful and convoluted Odyssey. To do that, he couldn’t kill you. No. He was going to take you for himself. Armin was going to turn the daughter of the merchant into a servant of the one God he detested.

Putting the thought into your mind was pathetically easy. As you walked past his temple on your way home, an echo of laughter emerged from the marble building. You paused for only a moment, but it was enough for Armin to catch the look in your eyes. It was one of longing, mixed with a curiosity that threatened to pull you in. But you seemed to catch yourself in the act and hastened yourself home.

And so, Armin’s true Odyssey began.

For his journey to progress, he had to meet you. Not as a bird or a horse or through glances as a guest. He had to meet you properly. This was the only way to draw you in, he told himself. The only way for you to submit completely and willingly.

Armin could have forced you too your knees, but he had to ensure that your father watched has his daughter chose Armin over him. And chose Armin you would. Every piece was in perfect place. The fates seemed to have woven a beautiful cloth of gold for the god of the sea.

What he failed to realise was that the cloth was in fact a snare- a trap which he will never be able to escape from.

Eleven months ago:

A short gust of wind had the pears in your thin basket tumbling down onto the rocky ground. You rushed after the fruit, crouching down to pick it up when a shadow appeared, and a hand reached out to pick it up for you. The sandal-clad feet were pale- paler than anyone living on this warm island and the robes a fine, ironed white. He somehow seemed to glow brighter than his clothes, and you purposefully let your fingers graze his as you picked up the fruit.

“Thank you,” you said, standing up.

You were hoping that he wouldn’t catch your staring. But even if he did, you couldn’t tear your eyes off him. He was lean, taller than you but not intimidatingly so and his eyes were like oceans that you found yourself staring into as he introduced himself as Mr Arlert. Just Mr Arlert. The new owner of the stables with a voice so soft, it took a moment before you remembered to introduce yourself.

“Y/N. And thank you, again.” It isn’t appropriate for an unmarried woman to be talking to a man on her own, but you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you have a first name Mr Arlert?”

His smile was contagious. “I do. But names are a powerful thing. I’m afraid I can’t give mine up freely.”

“Oh.” You scrunched your nose. “Can I pay for it then?”

You were dead serious, but the blond man laughed. How can someone look so pretty when they laugh? You wondered.

“I’m serious! I can pay you; name your price.”

Mr Arlert looked down at you, blue eyes twinkling. “I’ll think about it.”

“So, is that a no?”

“It’s a no, for now. One day I’ll tell you my name.”

He was sweet, so sweet, but you still gave him a sceptical frown, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing. Mr Arlert in turn gave you a sorry look before his eyes lit up and he pulled out from his brown satchel a small book of yellowed pages and a dusty blue cover, the gold embossing hardly visible. You nose only scrunched further.

“My name is in this story. It’s mentioned few times, but it’s an important one,” he said to you.

You took the book and flipped through the worn pages, immediately recognising the tale of Aphrodite and Ares. The lovers.

Why the challenge? You wanted to ask Mr Arlert but you knew the answer you your get would be too cryptic. Besides, you think, I like a challenge.

“How long do I have?” You asked instead.

“A year and a day.”

“And what will I get if I figure it out?”

At this, he pondered. But it seemed feigned, and you wondered, just for a split second, if the man had planned this from the beginning. But why? This was another one of your questions that went unanswered that day. Because before you could say anything more, Mr Arlert leaned forward and said, “Your reward will be divine”. And he walked away.

Nine months ago:

Life was well after Armin arrived. There was no other way to put it. Your father was confining himself to his room more often than before, and you were finding more opportunities to visit the river, leave the house and, eventually, you met the handsome baker’s son. Jean was kind, a gentleman, but not the arrogant type like most the men your age. You didn’t even feel too much guilt when you thought that spending a future with Jean- taking care of him and his home- wouldn’t be too bad. It’s quite pathetic that your life had been reduced to not being “too bad”, but the idea of marrying Jean sat on the comfortable line between reality and fantasy. Safety.

And then you were visited at the river.

Mr Arlert wasn’t even surprised to find you there, he had just smiled and sat beside you as you clenched your fists and forced yourself to smile back at him. You had always enjoyed him, his company, his challenges, but now it was like he was provoking you. The river Shiganshina was your river, your special place away from the hellscape that was the town. And now Mr Arlert had brought himself and his ordinary life into it.

You pulled your sandals back on, the crease in your brow evident. He clearly couldn’t get the hint. But before you could stand up, he spoke, and you paused.

“I wish I could jump in and swim away,” he said.

Curiosity got the best of you, as it often did with the man.

“The waterfall would kill you.”

The awkward laugh again. It had an effect on you so that your jaw couldn’t help but unclench. “If it means that I get to touch a waterfall, I wouldn’t mind, you know?”

You knew. You knew exactly what he meant. But you didn’t tell him.

“Didn’t take you as the suicidal type,” you said.

“I might get saved, who knows.”

“If you’re counting on me to jump after you, I’m letting you know I won’t.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I was thinking of more of a divine rescue.”

You finally looked at him, and- unsurprisingly- his blue eyes were glued to yours. What was surprising was his unwavering tone, his straight face. Mr Arlert was being serious. Why was he opening up to you this suddenly? So far, your interactions had consisted of him staring, you trying to guess his name, and him continuing to stare. In that order. You knew there was more to him, but it’s only now that you found yourself wanting to seek that out.

“You think Armin would save you?” You didn’t miss Arlert’s smile.

“I’m hoping I’ve gained his favour- done enough for him to allow me freedom via waterfall.”

It was your turn to smile. “You probably have, You’re at the temple often.”

“Thank you.” He blushed and you quickly pushed down the thought of how cute he looked. Sitting beside you, trousers rolled up and feet in the water, Mr Arlert looked more than cute. He looked like he belonged. You weren’t sure how that made you feel but, in that moment, you didn’t mind him entering your world.

“I think you would also be saved if you jumped into the waterfall,” Mr Arlert said.

You laughed. “Is that your way of saying I’m a nice person?”

“Something like that.” He paused. “I think Armin would appreciate your- uh- honesty. You’re like a priestess.” He laughs nervously at your expression. “You know, they have this personal affinity with the water and such.”

You knew exactly what he meant. How a stranger could read you so perfectly, you weren’t sure. But as you hid your smile between your hands, you wondered whether you were prepared to face the fear of the unknown. Maybe, with Mr Arlert, it would be a bit less unknown.

A few days later, Jean was announced missing. A search party was sent out and even Mr Arlert, on his recently acquired brown horse, couldn’t find him.

Present day:

Armin isn’t sure if he likes playing the part of the nice boy or not. Humans are simple creatures who praise him continuously and, without divine responsibilities, there is no need to take his rage out anywhere. But a god is who he is, and every day, he yearns to be seen as one. To be seen as one by you. He watches as you worship him, but you never look at him- not like you do the statues, or even the small river which you think is your only true connection to the god of the ocean.

You both want more, and you both know that, but you only ever admit it to each other when you sit beside that very river. There, in those moments, Armin feels a bit more like a god. Whenever he’s around you, he feels a bit more like a god.

He’s told you before, but your perfect honesty has made it easy for him to unravel around you. He wants to unravel around you in other ways, too, and he wants you to unravel around him. Armin can’t count the number of times he’s sat beside you at the riverside and wanted to do nothing more than to kiss those lips of yours, to press the hard cock that he hides inside of you and watch as your eyes roll back, and you call out his name.

But the God of the Sea is not Eren. Armin will earn you. And he’s very close to doing so. Not Mr Arlert. You have no interest in human men, that much is clear. You yearn for something more powerful. And you’re right. Only a god is worthy enough to stand beside you, lay between your legs, be in your arms. Mr Arlert is simply a means to push you to realising that the god in question is Armin.

In the meantime, he’s been nothing but patient.

It’s only when you come to his door one night, eyes puffy and red, that he lays his hands on you for the first time. He rubs your back as you cry and cry, fat tears refusing stop falling. You tell him about bout your father. About how, since he got better, he’s been refusing to let you out of the house, snapping at every moment and accusing you of being a filthy god-worshipper.

“He s-sai-d- he said we’re ‘gonna move away- said we’re gonna get as far away from the s-sea as possible.” You can hardly speak, though the tears have stopped, your voice still shakes violently. But Armin listens, he holds you close to him and repeats that everything is going to be fine.

You can’t stop thanking him as you leave, and he promises that his door is always open for you. “Whenever you call for me, I’m here,” Armin tells you. “Right beside you, always,” he adds as he watches you walk away.

He’s reached a new chapter of this Odyssey.

Present day:

You suppose your father’s death should have been expected. He was an old man, obviously depressed, and his only lifeline was his daughter who hated him.

You also suppose you should feel guilty. You don’t.

Familiar faces give their condolences and whisper questions of what is to happen to you now. You only pay heed to Sasha and Connie, though, who give you a soft hug before Sasha tells you that her family would be happy to take you in. You reassure her and everyone else that you have a plan, though your best friends are the only ones who seem to believe you.

“I heard Marie has a son who’s single, maybe they can-“

“You’re not actually talking about marriage here are you?”

“Well, the girl is all alone in the world, now! She needs a man to lead her on the right path.”

The old women are wrong, so very wrong. You don’t need a man. You’re fucking sick of men- sick of them all- everything they’ve created and everything they stand for.

What you need is a god.

The head priestess of Armin’s temple in unsurprised when you knock on her door with nothing but a bag and the clothes on your body. Those clothes are burned soon after, along with many of your other things, leaving your old life behind.

She tells you that you’re lucky there’s a place for you. The last priestess left running off with a man, “Which is a cardinal sin”, she makes sure to repeat every-so-often. The head priestess seems to hate men more than you do, sneering whenever Connie comes by.

Sasha and Connie are unsurprisingly shocked at your choice of work and even if they visit almost every day, they always tell you that they miss you. They think you’ve come the temple out of desperation- everyone does- and you let them believe. Because despite cleaning the marble floors or whatever other arduous duty you’ve been given, a smile is never far as you realise that you’re free from man. Indeed, explaining the truth to anyone would be far too difficult.

Well, except one person.

You’ve never missed anyone before. Not with your father keeping you so sheltered for most of your life. But as you push through the Head Priestess’ relentless schedule, you can’t help but miss Mr Arlert. He disappears after your father’s funeral, so you leave him a note at the empty stable with your final guess. You like to think he decided to follow his own path, you also like to think that he too wishes you were beside him, a guide in the unknown.

Present day:

The room is a box of marble, with a throne sat upon a dais at the centre and one fountain at every corner, each one sculped into a horse. The object of your interests, however, is the large bowl of water on the floor in front of the throne.

This is your initiation. You will emerge from this room not as an apprentice, but a Priestess.

You kneel down and lift the pot of clay to your lips. The head priestess kept on repeating how important it is to not put it down until you’re finished. So, you gulp the water down until you can see the image of Armin. You’re the one who selected the pot, with its faded paint depicting Armin and Hange’s fight for patronage of Sina. It’s a powerful image, but when you put the pot down, you come face to face with something very different. Armin is standing in a room-this room, you realise- and crouched down before him is a young woman, looking up in awe. It takes bit longer of a moment for you to realise that the woman is you.

Looking up slowly from the pot, the first thing you see is sandal-clad feet. Golden sandals, just as fine as the robes he wears, draped in perfect waves. The first word you think of to describe him is divine and it’s indeed accurate because-

“Mr Arlert.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

But you know that’s not correct. The man- no, not a man- before you is taller than Mr Arlert, by a foot and a half at least. His muscles are more prominent that the stable boy’s ever were, strong legs visible through the large slit between the layers of fabric draped over the god’s figure. Half of his shoulder-length hair is tied back using a golden pin whilst the rest frames his perfect, perfect face. You can’t help but think that Armin looks nothing like his statues- no medium of art could capture the ocean within his eyes, glowing in the dull light of the room. Then again, the stories didn’t capture the way the god acts either.

“Armin,” you say, this time your voice louder.

Now, you know.

His sad smile is familiar, but there’s something there that never was. “Oh dear,” he says. “I’m afraid you’ve lost out wager.”

Armin can’t help but compare you to a puppy, with large eyes staring up at him from your crouched position and an expression a perfect mix of excitement, curiosity, and shock.

You reach out a hand tentatively, but it hovers in the air between the two of you once you notice Armin’s raised brow. But he doesn’t rebuke you for it. After all, it’s only your first encounter with the god. He can’t expect you to behave perfectly, to adopt the right etiquette- no, he’ll have to train you first. Like he would a baby mutt. The thought makes him smile.

“I’ll accept any consequences, my god,” you say. Your voice sounds so sure of itself, so unlike your usual ramblings, those that Armin could and would listen to for hours. Right now, though, the certainty, it’s laced with desire that sends blood rushing south. You don’t notice. You’re too lost in his eyes to notice anything.

When he places his hand on your chin to hold it up, he can feel you shiver. “Such a perfect little worshipper,” he says. “I couldn’t possibly punish you.”

Armin can swear he sees disappointment in your eyes before he turns around and walks up the dais. The marble of the throne is cold beneath him, but the sight of you looking up at him with such longing is enough to warm him up. Now, Armin is sure you’ve noticed his growing erection because you crawl towards the dais, not yet climbing it, but close enough to see and lick your lips.

“Let me thank you at least, Armin.” He almost groans at the sound of his name. God, he wants to hear you say it over and over.

“Come here.”

And you climb up the dais only to pause before Armin leans forward and grabs your hips. Two lips, as if led by an invisible string, meet. You kiss like you’ve been waiting years for Armin and, in a way, you have. His tongue is inside your mouth quickly and he’s kissing, sucking, letting his teeth gently graze your lips as he revels in the feeling of you. As your bodies lean against each other, you can feel his heart hammering against your own. His chest is stone, but his lips are so soft and your hands find his golden hair. It’s also softer than it looks, and Armin can’t help but let out a moan as you gently tug.

When you pull back, his pupils are blown. “Thank me, then,” Armin says, breathless.

Sitting between his legs, your hand is tiny compared to his cock, and you can’t stop staring at it. Long and somewhat slender, but veiny with a flushed red top- he can see you gulp before you take an experimental lick at him. Armin’s hold on your hair only tightens and you look up at him, doe eyed and seemingly innocent.

“Put it in your mouth, pretty girl,” he says, guiding your head gently. “So obedient- Yes, exactly, just like-ah- just like that.”

But he doesn’t need to push down- no- he lets you set your own pace only because you do it so perfectly, almost as perfect as the wet noises you make. Armin doesn’t have time to be surprised, he’s just able to react fast enough to suppress his own moans so he can hear your wet tongue caress the base of his cock, as your lips create the perfect o-shape to accommodate him. Your drool is everywhere in a matter of seconds- his balls are coated with it, and so is your lap, where the spit seeps through the thin white fabric you call a robe.

“Like a puppy,” he murmurs. And you look up quizzically. “You’re drooling over me like a desperate puppy- a puppy in heat,” he grunts. “You just want to please me, don’t you? ‘S alright, puppy, I’ll let you do that.”

If you could nod your head, you would. Instead, your cheeks burn, and Armin is so lost in the way that you look- not even able to take his entire cock in his mouth- that his hips begin to buck unconsciously. He hits the back of your throat, and you gag at the sudden impact, but he hisses and murmurs “What a good, wet hole. So good, good-”

The earthshaker is afraid that if he speaks any louder, his voice will slur into incomprehensible sultry sounds. But as you struggle to take his cock even deeper into his mouth, he lets out groans that go straight between your own legs. You moan around him, and the reverberations make his head roll back. God, you could stare at him forever. And he would let you.

“Look at me,” he says whenever your eyes go astray. “Look at your god.”

As his hips buck more violently, Armin can feel the pressure in his lower stomach, the impending orgasm and he wants to stop- wants to hold out the way he always has. But he can’t, it’s too much and he just cannot pull out of you. He simply pushes further and further into your tight throat, repeating your name like it’s a blessing. “fuck, puppy, ‘m going to- I’m going to cum down your throat. You want that, do you you’re your god’s cum- ah, fuck, ahhh”-

Pushing your head down to the base, both of his hands at the back of your head, Armin cries out you name and you can feel the warm liquid go down your throat, thick ropes filling up your mouth, some of it dribbling out. Armin reflexively pushes it back in your mouth, ordering you to swallow it all, to show how grateful you are. Of course, you oblige. But before you can even regain your breath, Armin suddenly pulls you off his cock. His pupils are dilated, and he wears an expression- anger? Shock?

“You’re not a virgin,” he hisses, teeth gritting against each other. His breath is frantic, uneven. It’s not a question and you begin to recognise his expression. Rage. “You’ve done this before.”

Fuck.

The God of the sea has his fair share of consorts and mistresses. Some of them virgins- though he never chases them the way Eren does- some of them not, but none have made him cum so fast. He would like to blame it on the year of pining, of restraint, but he knows better. It’s you. You do this him. You make him so wild, so willing, so pliant even.

In that moment, as he looks your worried face, so desperate to please, he thinks that he’ll never be able to let it go. You’ve consumed Armin and he wants to do nothing more than burn eternally. You must understand that- that you exist as his beacon, that’s where you’ll be your happiest, but those thoughts are too complex for a human. You, in your fragile state, can’t understand. It’s alright, he’ll just have to show you bit by bit that you’re his. But to do so, he must first take on the role he’s familiar with. That of the punisher.

“Who is he?” Armin snaps.

“It was only-“

“Who is he?”

You pause. Memories of nights spent together, huddled close and trying to keep quiet already fading. “Berthrolt Hoover.”

Armin’s shoulders relax, “I see.”

His breathing slowly goes back to normal, and, at the back of your mind, you know you’ve signed the young warrior’s death. But your worry is fleeting as Armin grabs you by the neck and hoists you over his knees, laying you down on your stomach effortlessly. “A priestess who isn’t a virgin?”

You look up as see Armin’s familiar sweet smile, but it’s laced with mirth that makes you forget the Mr Arlert he was before. You cry out at the first slap of his hand on your ass, more out of surprise than pain.

“I don’t think the people of Paradis will be very happy to hear that,” he says. “An unmarried woman giving herself away to a pathetic boy.”

Slap!

“I’m sorry!” you cry out. “It was a mis-”

He slaps you thrice.

“No excuses, dumb little puppy. I’m afraid you’ll have to endure this punishment.” His voice is deceptively soft, as if he is actually sorry. And when you look back up at Armin, his face betrays no malice. But it doesn’t show any cruelty either. Instead, there’s a fascination.

Armin has you sprawled across his lap, at his mercy and he is discovering you bit by bit. As a god. His cock twitches and then suddenly he tugs off the fabric of your robes and they disappear.

The way you squirm is half- hearted, and Armin has to laugh. “Embarrassed? Now of all times? I didn’t know you were such a prude. Or is this all just to compensate for the fact that you’re a whore in my temple?”

You shake your head, “I swear, I’ve never belonged to any man!”

Fingers trace the expanse of your naked body, soft enough to send shivers down your spine. “Oh? Really?”

“Yes yes, I swear, ah!” His fingers find your naked ass and they grab onto the flesh, massaging, groping, feeling you. Armin’s other hand rests on top of your head, stroking it gently and you’re so lost in his touch that you almost forget to speak.

“I belong to no man, I never have. Only you. It’s always been you, Armin.”

The god’s eyes widen, and he gently pulls you up from his lap only to seat you on it, upright and, this time, there’s so much more to admire. “You’re right,” he says. Armin captures your lips and this time, it’s longer, rougher. He doesn’t want to pull back, doesn’t want to lose the feeling of your soft lips against his, but his hands have already found your breasts and soon, his tongue joins them. You moan as he begins to lap at your breasts, leaving hickeys and spit in his wake as his finally finds your nipples and begins sucking them like a child as you whine and lean into him.

“You do belong to me,” he finally says, his voice partially muffled as he loses himself in the worship your breasts. “You’ve always belonged to me.”

And you can do nothing more than nod your head as your fingers tangle in Armin’s hair and you’re pulled into another kiss. His hand goes down your body, squeezing every single mound of flesh as if it needs to be touched so that when he finds your cunt, Armin can’t help but smile at how wet you are.

“Already, but I’ve hardly done anything to you?”

What a liar, but you don’t have a chance to tell him before he plunges a finger inside of you. “Oh, puppy, my puppy,” he groans at the contact the same time you moan, pushing your hips against his digits. “You like my fingers like that inside of you?”

“Yes, yes, I do, I really love them- it feels, oh my god, it feels too good!” you grip his shoulders, unable to do anything but desperately buck your hips at the smiling Armin. He knows what he’s doing, he knows that his fingers are giving you just that satisfaction, but it’s still not enough to bring you over the edge.

“Please Armin, please.” You squeeze his shoulders.

“Tell me what you want, tell me, I’ll give it to you- I swear.”

“I want to feel you, all- ah- all of you. I need to feel you inside of me!”

You’re not sure at which moment Armin removes his robes, but as he moves both of your legs so that you’re straddling him, your hands are on his bare, lean chest. The god’s nipples are flushed pink and pert, practically calling to you and you respond by brushing your fingers over them and watching him twitch ever-so-slightly in response. You withhold the urge to take them into your mouth, even as Armin rubs his cock against your cunt, releasing the sweetest of sounds.

He’s already leaking precum and it mixes with your juices so perfectly, his cock being dragged back and forth, only making you gush even more. “So messy,” he mumbles as he uses his tip to spreads your juices across your thighs. At this point, you can practically feel it throbbing, ready to be sheathed inside of you and the whimpers of your desperation echo against the temple walls.

When Armin slips inside of you, simultaneous gasps escape your lips. The god pulls your body closer to his as you throw your head back, stars in your eyes.

“Look,” he whispers. “Look how easily I slip in- it’s- it’s like your cunt is made for me.”

“Armin,” you whisper back. “Armin, Armin- ah- Armin.”

He sinks you down slowly, the stretch hitting every single spot that leaves your legs practically limp. The god is holding you up, whispering his own mantra that you can’t hear over your bliss. Once inside, your eyes look lock with Armin’s and he’s staring at you in a way he’s never done before. You’ve never seen pupils so dilated and the two of you stay like that as if making up for the moments when you should have been connected in this way. An eternity, it seems, the two of you have needed each other.

“I’m your god,” Armin finally says. “I’m your god and- hng ah-” He begins moving you up and down his shaft. “And I’m going to make you cum all over this cock- okay? All over your god’s cock.”

You nod your head pathetically as he lifts your hips and slams them down against his own. He is strong, ruthless in the way he bucks his hips up every time he lifts you from his cock, as if he can’t bare the empty feeling of not having your tight pussy clamped around him. At this relentless pace, you’re sure that the sound of your connecting bodies could penetrate even these marble walls. And yet, you don’t hold back. Thanks and praises spill from your swollen lips and Armin can’t help but lean forward and push his tongue between your mouth, as if he can absorb all of your word. “So good, so good, it’s- uah- I just want more, more of your cock, you fill me up so good!”

Armin can’t deny you. He pushes your thighs to your chest and picks up your entire body to fuck himself. He manoeuvres your body like a toy and as your tongue rolls out and your eyes become glassy, you begin to look like one too. The only sounds coming out of your mouth are incomprehensible, even as Armin attaches his mouth to one of your bouncing tits, you can only squeal.

“Such a good puppy,” he says between kisses. “Letting me use her holes like this. A god using a puppy’s holes- you should be- you should be grateful! Tell me, tell me you’re grateful!”

“I am!” you cry out. “I am grateful!”

“Good girl, good puppygirl.”

When Armin flips you over, you’re sat on his throne and he fucks into you harder, harder than he was doing before, and you swear his moans are louder too. He’s looking down at the movement of your stomach as if hypnotized by the way his cock disappears into you. And, in a way, he is. The fascination of being inside of you- just the idea even- is enough to make him want to cum.

The sudden position has him hitting new spots and the build-up is so fast, you hardly have the time to warn him. “Armin, Armin I’m cum-“

He grabs your face as you release around his cock, body spasming but unable to look away as Armin’s gaze burns through you. “Good girl,” he says. “Show me, show me how you cum. Just like that, just like that.”

He continues to plough his hips into yours and the spasms of your pussy leave him unable to hold back. “Inside of you,” he practically growls. “I’m going to cum inside of you- yes, yes, yes I am puppy. I’m going to cum inside of you and you’re going to show me how you take it yeah?”

You’re too far gone to even register the implications of what he’s saying, but he buries his cock in your warm walls and releases his cum inside of you with a heavy groan. “Just like that, just like that- I’m going to fill you up with my seed, puppy, my puppy.”

Armin feels like he’s emptied his balls- two powerful orgasms which leave his legs shaking violently. And yet, he pulls out of you slowly and stands back up to his full height, cock in front of your face. Almost instinctively, you rub your cheek against it, giving Armin soft kitten licks and he coos at you, stroking your hair. But he doesn’t push, he just holds his cock there and pumps softly as he stares at your fucked out face. Messy, covered in his spit, his hickeys, his bites, his cum- you look perfect, divine. Only one thing is missing. “I’m going to give you everything I have, puppy. And you’re going to take it, okay?” You nod and open your mouth for him and, immediately, a strong stream of pee emerges.

At the bitter taste on your tongue, your eyes roll back, and you spread your legs even wider, a welcome to the mess he is about to make. Armin accepts and angles his cock to release his pee over your chest, then your stomach, and then your already-throbbing cunt. He lifts a foot to rest on the throne and Armin doesn’t think he’s even seen such a beautiful sight in his life.

As if guided by an implicit will, Armin’s foot hovers on top of you and suddenly, he presses against your lower stomach. Your eyes snap back into focus as you whine out for him to wait, wait just a moment “I just had water,” you cry out. “It’s gonna- It’s gonna come out!”

But Armin simply grins. “Let it come out,” he says and presses his foot down harder. “Pee yourself dumb little mutt, be a good puppy for your owner.” The trickle that emerges is involuntary, but Armin’s grin is wider. “Yes, good girl, just like that. Let me see more, let me see more of you.”

The pressure that was holding the bowl of water back broke and you felt the warm liquid against your thighs before you realise what’s happening. Armin practically moans as he watches you whimper and struggle to hold your pee back as it spreads over the throne, the dais, and even Armin himself. He doesn’t stop until you’ve given it all to him.

You expect Armin to disappear.

You’ve given him everything. His goal is complete, you think, he has nothing more to do with you. But, as he has done many times before, the god surprises you. Armin’s body is heavy against yours when he collapses on top of you, but the weight is comforting. Despite the malaise of urine and cum rubbing against both of your bodies, you wrap your arms around the god of the ocean and hold him close.

Even as you close your eyes and lean your head back on the marble throne, Armin doesn’t leave you. Even as you open your eyes back up and see blue ones staring back at you, the look he gives you is so familiar and long hair in such unfamiliar disarray that you can’t help but smile.

He doesn’t ask why. Instead, Armin calls forth a stream of warm water from the adjacent fountain to clean the both of you. It feels like a fever dream the way floating droplets caress your bodies, and when Armin stands you up, his hands not leaving you, the perfume that suddenly envelops you is heavenly.

“Can I give you a last kiss, please?” you ask when your robe appears once again. And Armin leans forward to capture your lips, dragging his tongue on your bottom lip as if to taste you.

It doesn’t feel like a final kiss. You’ve had many of them- Jean, Sasha, Berthrold, your father, and even your mother, though you can’t remember it. This kiss is different. It feels less like a kiss and more like a promise, a vow. a shiver runs down your spine.

“I am your god,” he says and lifts his both of his hands slowly to wrap around your neck. “And you’re my worshipper.” You gasp as a cold sensation spreads around your neck, just below Armin’s fingers. It’s sudden, and heavy and when he removes his hands, yours fly to your neck and there’s a metal band there where there was none before.

“It’s sculpted from Hephaestus’ gold,” Armin says as he strokes his fingers along the metal. But he’s not looking at his gift, instead he looks at you.

“Armin- I- this is. But why?”

For the first time, he can’t read your expression. But it doesn’t matter. You belong to him. You always have, but now you know. And if it takes time for you to understand, Armin can wait. He’ll wait right beside you, always, always there to guide you.

“This is not the end of my Odyssey. My Odyssey is eternal,” he says before giving you another short kiss and disappearing, the warmth of his lips still present.

The gods might not all be fickle, you think, so you just smile sadly. But the gods are all selfish, so you touch the collar around your neck.

A/N: This is my first ever collab and I was- as still am- a bit insecure about how this story turned out so I appreciate all of your support ❤️. I would also like to apologise to my fellow history nerds for the historical inaccuracies.

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gurguliare · 5 years

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Is it wrong to want to relive “Annie Leonhardt’s yandere laugh” adaptation decay discourse in the form of MP100 fans half-heartedly slamming Minori’s cute blushy crysmile

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mobbu-min · 2 years

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hello! could u perhaps do yandere annie leonheart?

a/n: in light of Annie returning, I gift to you this! Its not exactly yandere, but I’ve been feeling angsty, soooo.....yeah. Anyways, along with Mikasa, Annie was also a character I had a massive crush on her growing up. Also, there was a decent amount of fics for her as well.

Character: Annie Leonhardt -> Attack on Titan

!Warning! Spoilers for Season one of Aot, yandere behavior, overprotectiness, possessiveness, blood, lots of blood, reader loves annie a whole bunch

☆ Wait for Me ☆

Annie’s always been blunt.

Cold, icy, distant, mean, harsh.

One can use millions of synonyms for the word, mean, to describe her. To the meanest, cruelest phrases to the weirder, more brow raising ones, that really makes you wonder if that person is alright. Any and every word could be used for her, and yet, you’ve always found yourself simply describing her as blunt.

It came as a surprise to everyone of how you described her.

Hardworking, amazing, diligent, beautiful, blunt.

Everyone wonders if you were alright. If you managed to bang your head while training against the titan dummies. If you were just as crazy as Eren, the boy who’s monomania towards titans has gotten him more than enough eyerolls. Everyone from the louder, more open ones such as Eren or Jean to the quieter and distant ones like Mikasa or Armin had the same thing in their mind.

Just what did you see in Annie Leonhardt?

You described her in such a way that made it look like she was an angel of sorts. Like she was Christa, which is the farest from the truth. You say it so easily, like it was just common knowledge. So straightforward and open.

That it wasn’t a jaw opener that Ymir pointed it out so plainly. So bluntly that it made everyone’s head turn. Made them all flush in secondhand embarrassment for you.

“We get it, you love Annie.” Ymir comments offhandedly. A shit eating grin on her thin lips.

“Ymir! You shouldn’t point it out like that!” Christa chides, glaring up at her through thick blond lashes. Making her already baby-blue eyes shine brighter than they already were.

Slinging her arm around Christa, Ymir pulls her close, “And why not? It’s not like it's a secret, everyone practically knows.”

Everyone stares at you questioningly. Wondering how you were going to cover it up. To see if you were going to back down and deny Ymir’s taunting.

In an instance, Ymir’s grin was wiped off. Her lips part in disbelief.

Scratching your cheek with your index finger, you look away bashfully. “Oh, was it that obvious?” Turning back to the group, your shy laughter fills the air, “Well, you caught me! I can’t help but like her.”

“B-but why?” Armin questions, his thick brows furrowed in confusion.

“Yeah, she’s so mean! Like really mean and cold!” Sasha exclaims, her hands frantically waving around to get her point across.

Connie's head perks up and mimics her movements, “Sasha has a point! Annie’s not the kinda girl you just like!”

You listen to them all give their opinions with a patient smile. Totally understanding their views on the blond girl. Turning your head, you gaze at the setting sun. Closing your eyes, you thought back to her.

The way the wind swept through her silky golden locks. Her icy blue eyes glowing underneath the sun’s setting rays. Her face glows every time she zooms past you during training. She looked so free, the burdens that weighed her down on the ground seemed to break while she flew in the sky.

“(y/n)” Armin calls, silencing everyone.

Opening your eyes, you stare at the sea of orange emerging from the sun.

“Annie’s blunt. That’s what she is. I can’t tell you why I like her so much, but I can tell you this.” Turning around, you sent them a close-eyed smile. The sun’s rays illuminate your features, “I love her.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She’s blunt.

So, it came as no surprise that Annie didn’t bother to skim around her thoughts. However, it certainly did catch you off guard.

The potato you were peeling thumps against the wooden cutting board. Your hands felt cold and your heart plummets.

“I heard you.”

It was the first words she’d spoken to you, since you both arrived for dinner duty.

Clearing your throat, you murmur, ‘“Is that so?” Turning to her, you declare, “Well I’m not going to take back what I said, if that's what you want. I do love you Annie.”

“You shouldn’t. I don’t care how you feel about me.” She fires back, her eyes never leaving the knife in her palm.

“I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way. I never expected you to.” You admit, shrugging your shoulders. Reaching your hand out, you place it against hers. Her grip tightening around the wooden handle.

Blue eyes, as bright as the sky, flickers towards yours. Pink lips puckering for a second before returning to its usual straight line. You could see every dent of skin, every imperfection and bump, and yet, you’ve simply felt enamored more than ever.

“All I want is to be near you, is that so bad?”

Annie moves away from your touch. Her back facing you as she struts out the door. Her monotone voice trembles for a second. Quick enough not to notice, but you did.

“Do whatever you want.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your unlikely friendship with Annie became the talk of the cadets. Of everyone inside and outside your group.

To them it felt odd to see the walking tundra being followed with a shining sun. To some it felt wrong, and they believed that Annie was simply taking advantage of your kindness to warm her winter storm. That you were no more of a stepping stool to be tossed aside when the time calls.

And to your group, it worries them to some extent. They were at a crossroads questioning Annie’s motives or waiting to see what would happen. Not understanding her enough to trust her. But they knew you knew what you were doing.

They trusted you.

Afterall, even the coldest tundra still has the sun shining on them.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nighttime was the only time you and Annie were able to escape the prying eyes of your judges. Alone with the moon and stars, who kept your secret to themselves behind sealed tight lips. Wind, still warm from the summer day, kissing at your exposed skin.

“So, I told Sasha that if she wants extra then she has to do my cleaning duty for a week, and you know what she called me! Her very own executioner!” Your laughter dances in the air with Annie’s quiet snorts. “She was so mad that I was ‘starving’ her that she cried! Like I know the portions aren’t that big, but damn she knows how to put on a good ass show.”

Sitting up, you show Annie the scratch marks on your ankles and calves, “She clawed at my legs until I gave in. Luckily, Mikasa came to the rescue to drag her away. Or else I would have been late.”

Despite your laughter, Annie’s lips form a straight line. Her eyes glued onto the red scratches. No blood, just bumpy and irritated.

Cold fingertips glide over the hot flesh. Breath caught in your throat, you croak, “Is something wrong, Annie?”

Her cerulean gaze didn’t falter. At the closeness of your bodies, you could faintly feel the warmth of her body. The strands of hair escaping her tight bun. The small scuff marks from training that tinted her pale, porcelain skin which glows underneath the pale moonlight.

“Stunning.” You whisper, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them. Covering your mouth, your face burns painfully.

Silent pleading with whatever god there was you miss the way Annie’s eyes widen and lips parts. A deep blush settling on her skin.

Her soft laughter catches your muddle attention. Opening your eyes, you flinch at her closeness. Her nose touches yours, lips millimeters apart.

Your heart races against your chest. Blood rushing to your ears. You were more than positive that she could hear it.

Cold hands clasped with your and held them down on the ground. Her knee parting your legs as she straddles you. Successfully making any movement impossible except for your nervous squirming.

You felt so shy, so exposed, under her enchanting eyes. You once overheard Armin talking about the ocean, something about having a shit load of salt or something, but you remember something vital. The deep blue that stretched on forever. A color of blue that could never be tarnished or claimed by the hands of man. Pure and vivid with life.

You knew seeing the ocean was impossible, so perhaps, fate has brought the ocean to you. Through the woman staring at you with so many emotions you never knew was possible. Flashing through her ocean-like eyes like shooting stars in the sky. Beautiful golden lashes glistening with stardust.

Licking her lips, she whispers, “Can I?”

You nod, knowing your voice wouldn’t hold up.

Your heart soars as your lips make contacts. Days dreamt of dreaming of this moment finally coming true.

Her lips were so soft, so careful and hesitant, as you made contact. Like she was afraid to hurt you, like she was afraid to be hurt.

Tilting your chin, you deepen the kiss. Lips dancing together in desperation. Letting your hands go, you grasp at her white hoodie and pull her closer. Her hands resting on your neck and cheek. Your bodies melding into one.

Parting ways, you lick at your lips and hum. Warmth blossoming in your heart. Staring up at her, you whisper, “I love you”

“I’ll never understand why, but” She leans closer. Her eyes never leave yours, “I think I love you too.

Her lips are on yours once again. Passionate and desperate, as if she was running out of time. Your back met the ground while her hands trembled at your side. Grasping onto you as if you’d run away.

Tears mingled with your lips. You didn’t know whos, but Annie or you didn’t dare to leave each other’s warm embrace. Too afraid that you’d disappear or wake up.

You only wish that this moment could last forever.

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You loved her so much it hurts.

Your heart aches at the thought of ever leaving her, or her ever leaving you. Blinding you from the reality of your situation.

Her desperate eyes searching yours. The grip on your hands is bruising. Leaning her head against yours, she stares into your shock-ridden eyes.

“Listen to me, we have to leave. Or else they’ll take you away from me.” She pleas, her voice so overcome with fear it makes your heart tremble.

“I-i don;t understand. W-who's going to take me away from you, Annie?” You shook, staring at her clouded eyes, “Tell me, Annie! Who’s coming after you!”

Rain continued to pelt down against Stohess. The lit flame in the corner of your shared room flickering. Wind howling outside.

Annie’s stare at you with a distant look. She’s remembering something from her past. A past she told you so little about. Her teeth grinding against each other painfully. It felt like your bones were breaking in her hand.

You wanted to pull away so badly, but you willed yourself not to. The love you had for her never faltered despite everything you’ve been through. Like a ship through an icy storm in the palms of the ocean’s hand.

Even when you shouldn’t. Not when she became so possessive over you. Keeping you to herself, caging you in her world. Cutting away your wings and keeping you bound to the Earth. Yet you could never fault her for being selfish, because a sick part of you enjoyed it.

You’ve endured her worst moments just to get to the good ones. Helped her the best you could, despite her constantly pushing you away. You held strong, because you love her.

“Annie, please, tell me what's wrong.”

“Everyone.”

So quiet and weak, yet it felt like she screamed it to the world.

“I’m not a good person. I’ve done horrible shit. My list of sins is so long that even Satan would be scared.” Tears slid from her eyes, “But not you. You’ve always treated me like I was a godsend, like I wasn’t dirty or filthy. Like I meant something.”

Trembling hands cupped your cheek. Annie gazes at you so lovingly you could die.

“And for that I thank you. “

“Annie…”

“I know its a lot to ask, but-”

“Let's run away.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She told you to meet her at the gates leading out to Wall Rose. That she would be quick, saying that she had to help Eren, Mikasa and Armin down to the Underground.

Looking at your pocket watch, you stomped your foot impatiently. Annie had told you everything she could.

You didn’t have time, you and Annie. Time is running out.

A flash of lightning exploded nearby. Your throat dried at where it struck.

“That was…Annie!” Shooting your ODM gear, you gilded in the air.

Steam rose from her titan body. She stood tall and defiant against Mikasa’s barrage of attacks. Swatting away every attack sent her way. Blue eyes darting from place to place searching.

Flying as fast as you could, you scream, “ANNIE!”

Her head turns to you. Her golden locks swaying. Her arm reaches out towards you in a desperate attempt to make contact.

Tears began to cascade down your cheek. Desperately trying to reach her.

Moments away you were captured in the arms of another. Glaring up at them, you demand, “Let me go, Jean! I need to get to Annie!”

“No way in hell! She’ll kill you!” Jean retorts, flinching at Annie’s enraged scream.

Punching at his arm, you shout, “She needs me! Can’t you see that!”

“No, she needs to be captured!”

You threw yourself out of his arm once you landed on a rooftop. Your glare piercing. Staring up at him, you hiss, “No, Annie needs to be free. You don’t understand her, not the way I do! We need to go, before they can take her away!”

“She’s a threat.” Mikasa’s voice is dark as she glares down onto your trembling body. Pointing her blade to Annie’s now captured body, “She’s a monster.”

“Not any more of a monster than the rest of us.” You retort standing up. Running to Annie, you cupped your hands over your mouth and yelled, “Annie! I’m here!”

Her blue gaze snaps from the brunette to you in an instant. A growl trembling in her throat. Swinging her leg, she destroyed the chains holding her. Ignoring everything, she stands up and reaches her hand for you.

Her hot breath fanned over your body as her eyes scanned your body til landing on your eyes. You were so close to reach her. Hands reaching out for each other, desperate to escape prying eyes as you did before. Tears cascading down your flushed face.

You gasp as a louder, much deeper, scream pierces the air. Snapping your head, you witness Eren’s titan form run towards Annie. His fist clenched as he made contact with her skin.

The force behind his fist flung you back. Using your gear to hold onto the roof, you cough as debris fills your lungs. Another gush of wind pushing you back from Annie’s retaliation.

A large piece of tile hits your head finally making you lose balance. Your head pounded against your skull. Before you could fall to your death, you quickly deployed your gear to a nearby roof and rolled to the ground. Blood stains your forehead and cheek.

From there everything became a blur. Your voice hoarse from the screaming and body aching from rapidly moving from place to place. Fear and despair clutches onto your heart.

Stohess is in ruins because of Annie and Eren, yet you could care less. No amount of destruction mattered to you, not when Annie is in danger. Fighting for a future that’s almost impossible to achieve.

All you want is to go back to when it was just you and Annie under the stars. In each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothing into each other’s ears. Away from their eyes and whispers. Where it was just you and her against the world.

You would do everything to get that back. You’d gladly let Annie take you away, look over her possessive, overprotective nature if it meant being with her.

As long as it wasn’t this.

Crushed, mangled bodies underneath her like a bed of dark red roses. Seeing her get beaten to the ground. Ocean-like eyes pleading and her hand reaching for you. Only for you to be ripped away by another. Your screams and her own mingling into a heart wrenching song.

Jean held you close to his chest, despite your yells and hits. You had to witness Eren beat her into nothing, witness Annie desperately trying to leave only to be cut down by Mikasa. Witness Eren tearing the flesh from Annie’s nape.

“NO!” You scream, elbowing Jean in the face. Hissing his grip loosened and you ran forwards. Landing between Eren and her exposed body shielding her with your own.

Blurry eyes stared up at your tear-stricken ones. Eren’s large shadow looming over you.

“You need to go.” Annie hisses, her voice weak and horse.

“No. If you die, I’ll go with you.”

Despite being bloodied and beat up, Annie thought you were a Goddess. Made for her and solely her. Ocean eyes flickering with stardust shined as she stared up at the girl who saw her as Annie. Not a monster, not a cold-hearted thing only meant for destruction.

Just as Annie. A broken girl with hopes and desires. Just Annie and nothing more or less.

“You idiot.” She says with no ill-intentions. A smile on her lips.

Mimicking her gesture, you whisper, “Only for you.”

Holding her close you await your demise. Only for it not to come, glancing up you witness Eren flop to the ground with a loud thud.

Annie��s eyes widened and shot to you, who was frozen with shock. Taking the dust as covering, she pushed you away.

Falling on her titan’s disintegrating skin, you stared into her pained eyes. Her lips moved with the wind. Crystals quickly encasing her body.

Just as the curtain rose, so did the dust. Showcasing your trembling figure and Annie’s crystalized form. Every pair of eyes judging you for things you couldn’t control. For things out of your hands.

Resting your hand against the cold material you slumped against the floor. Your gaze never tears from her serene face. Even crystalized, she's the most stunning person around.

You knew people were yelling at you, demanding you to do something. Telling you to tell them something. Anything

They were expecting a play, a show. Something you weren’t willing to give them.

Distant and cold.

That’s how you felt.

That’s how they described the girl you love.

But even now, as they curse her out. Call her the cruelest things to ever be heard. You could never say the same, not when she was the polar opposite.

Beautiful, honest, protective, loving, blunt.

Yes, blunt. She’s always been blunt even to her last words.

“Wait for me.”

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