#annie leonhart drabble

[soupangel]

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Synopsis: Annie never expected to fall in love with the princess she was supposed to protect and she never expected you to feel the same way

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Annie didn’t know how she ended up in this situation. Well, she did, because it was her job to protect the princess, to stay near her at all hours. She knew what to expect with this job. The thousands of hours of training they put her through prepared her for the tasks that were expected of her as the princess’s knight. She was prepared to take action if the princess was targeted or if there was an invasion of the castle.

What she wasn’t prepared for was falling in love. When you spend as many hours with the princess as Annie does, it’s almost impossible not to fall in love with her. You’ve grown close over the years. It’s hard not to. She learned about your passion for your kingdom and your knowledge of the arts. Annie hangs onto every word you say, and she doesn’t make it subtle. The other knights have teased her about her infatuation with the princess. She wonders how they don’t get it, how they don’t get why she looks at you like you hung the moon.

“Annie?” She heard your voice from behind your bedroom door and it startled her out of her thoughts. She straightened her posture before answering like you could see her through the door.

“Yes, princess?” she questions. It’s silent for a second, like the princess is deciding what she wants to say.

“Can you come in here and help me tie my nightgown?” she asks. “The maids have already gone to sleep and I don’t want to bother them for something so small.”

Annie can feel a lump forming in her throat just thinking about what. she might be walking into. You, the woman she loves, half-dressed and needing her help. Annie might just explode. She cleared her throat to get rid of the knot blocking her words before she spoke.

“Of course, princess.”

She pauses for a second to compose herself before opening the door. The sight that greets her almost makes her stumble. Your nightgown is hanging off your shoulder, allowing her to see your smooth skin.

“Hello,” you say with a small smile on your face.

It takes Annie a second to compose herself again before she speaks again.

“Hello, Princess.” She greets back.

“Thank you for agreeing to help me, Annie. I appreciate it.” You say as you turn around. Your back now facing Annie so she can tie your nightgown. Annie walks up to stand behind you. She is so close you can feel her breathing on the back of your neck.

“No need to thank me.” she says as she reaches to grab the strap hanging off your shoulder. Her fingers brush over your skin, sending goosebumps down your back.

You let out a shaky breath before responding, “I must. You helped me. I should thank you.”

“There is really no need, princess” Annie says as she finishes tying up your gown. You turn around slowly to look at her. She hasn’t backed up yet, so your feet are practically touching. You stare at her for a moment longer, then whisper,

“Maybe you can sleep in my chambers tonight. It can’t possibly be comfortable sleeping in a room with three other people.”

“Okay,” she whispers back. Annie thinks she might be dreaming when you smile so brightly it almost blinds her.

“Oh wonderful,” you say, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards your bed. “You can sleep right next to me.”

You climb onto the right side of the bed and get comfortable before patting the left side and smiling up at Annie. She slowly crawls onto the left side of the bed. You’re now facing each other, just staring into the eyes of the other.

“Annie?” you whisper in the darkness.

“Yes, princess?” she whispers back.

“I didn’t really need help with my nightgown, I just said that so I could see you.” You whisper shyly.

It catches Annie off guard, that you thought you had to come up with a plan just so you could see her. You interrupt her thoughts when you speak again.

“You know, Annie,” you pause for a second, just staring at her, “I like you. More than a princess should like a knight.”

Annie never expected this, for her love to be requited. She thought she was destined to live her life as merely, your knight, to watch you get married to some prince from another kingdom. All the while, she watched from the sidelines.

Annie lets out a breath and says, “I like you too. More than a knight should like a princess.”

You inch closer to her face and let out a small "Really?"

“Yes,” she whispers back. Your lips are inches apart now.

Annie finally moves to connect your lips to hers and it’s more magical than she ever imagined.

[amywritesthings]

annie leonhart. / day 04: stack.

fandom: attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin pairing: annie leonhart x reader warnings: modern/cafe au, annie's in a band

for @thedrabblecollective 's challenge / dividers by @saradika-graphics

"It's a stacked show."

Whenever Annie channels a singsong voice, you know you're in trouble. You make it two steps before the blonde jumps up onto the coffee shop counter like Ariel on a rock with a small but eager smirk.

"And you'll get VIP, cross my heart. No crowds, just vibes."

A teasing sigh of disinterest slips from your mouth.

"Why, because I'm your girl?"

Annie grabs the strap of your apron, reeling you closer.

"It pays to know the bassist sometimes."

She pauses, brow knit.

"...my girl, huh?"

When you shrug, she yanks you into a searing kiss.

[materialgworlas]

When the Attack On Titan cast goes to the beach <3

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

attack on titan actor!AU when they’re filming the rumbling intro and they keep teasing each other about how serious they are acting and looking into the distance and shit I just know they’d be howling at Hange and Annie’s part

[moonspirit]

Annie bday sex???

[N/SFW]

Annie birthday sex is all about how much she can endure - and for how long!

See, there's nothing as good as that feeling of liquefying after sex. When the muscles in one's body are melting off into the sheets, limbs coursing with a pleasant buzz, sensitive spots tingling hot and cold, tears turning vision blurry and soft...

When the sex has been so good, so torturous, so goddamn long, so goddamn slow, so goddamn hard...

And that's what Armin does. First, he's a romantic at heart. He's doing it the classic "happy birthday" style. Annie gets a surprise cake, gets to blow out candles, gets to eat the cake (most important), gets cutely wrapped presents from everyone present. Then, when they're alone, she gets a sweet kiss from Armin, a silly dance with him to a silly song, a stupidly long string of sweet nothings in her ear, and then...

and then...

She gets blindfolded.

It doesn't really make a lot of difference, technically. Not like Annie's good at keeping her eyes open during sex, generally. Oh but- but anon, it does make all the difference too.

It's the utter helplessness that comes with not being able to see anything but pitch darkness as the sensation of a hot tongue licks down her stomach. The vulnerability of having her legs spread open only for cool air to tickle the blonde curls over her cunt. The weakness overpowering her strength when a voice as smooth and sweet as honey tells her to lift her hips up and put her legs over a pair of shoulders, firm and broad. The cruelty with which she's condemned to blindness and the overwhelming awareness of every single breath and movement and touch on her body. The care and love in the fingers interlacing through hers, silently telling her that even if she's split wide open, ready for a long night of sweet, sweet slowburn sex, he's there to keep her safe and comfortable and loved.

So it begins, Annie's torture.

Armin eats her out until her legs are wrapped so tight over his shoulders and head, neither can breathe. He licks her all over, everywhere, leaving hickeys and bite marks in his wake. He teases her nipples, nibbles her neck, pulls at her lip, squeezes her waist, mumbles into her chest. He pulls her close to grind her wetness over him, holds her firm when she tries to squirm, fucks into her, slow and just barely in, before leading her into a steady rhythm of strong, breathless thrusts. On her back, on her stomach, on her elbows, on all fours.

From when the moon is white in the sky till it disappears in the pink of sunrise.

Annie's birthday means slow, loving, sweet sweet torture. :3

[tootiecakes234]

AOT characters and the dishes they would be for thanksgiving: I will not be explaining

Eren: Stuffing/Dressing

Mikasa: Bread Rolls

Armin: Gravy

Levi: Turkey

Hange: Mac & Cheese

Connie: Pound Cake

Sasha: Sweet Potato Pie

Reiner: Green Bean Casserole

Bertoldt: Canned Ham

Annie: Potato Salad

Erwin: Collard Greens

Falco: Creamed Corn

Gabi: Chitterlings

Historia: Cranberry Sauce

Ymir: Brussels Sprouts

Zeke: Fruit Cake

[shiganshinaslut]

I want to fall asleep sandwiched between Mikasa and Annie, their arms messily thrown over me as I hear their soft, even breathing. It’s warm, and there’s a soft light emanating from the lantern in the corner. I hear the faint snores of the others in the room. It’s a comforting sound, and tonight I drift off to sleep feeling safe.

[marcobodtlives]

I wanted to ask just a random question, what do you think of reiner, annie and bertholdt? Do you like there characters just not there actions or will you never like them because of what they did to marco ect.

Hi! Thank you for the question, I actually love answering random q’s 🥰 Don’t be afraid to send more! They’re fun 💖

Short answer is that yes, I like their characters and I’d actually say Reiner is one of my top faves overall! I was upset at what happened, and very confused for a while, but after seeing the whole story I understand why it happened. (I don’t ✨condone murder✨)

It’s still sad, it’s still something I know they carry guilt for, and I didn’t root for their demise or anything like that, but it happened because they were all kids unfairly forced into a war.

——

First time I watched AoT I was mostly confused on how I felt about them, up until the episode in season 3 where we saw exactly what happened to Marco.

When we saw the scene with Reiner and Bertholdt running away, with Bertholdt screaming that they didn’t want to be doing these things, I knew something was up. Combined with the shot of Annie crying within her titan, I kind of suspected they were either doing what they were doing because 1) they were forced to, or 2) there was an unknown threat that they were having to thwart by breaking the walls.

What happened with Marco was upsetting, I won’t lie, and I initially struggled to maintain that logical empathy for Annie and Bertholdt at first. (Reiner was a tricky situation because he clearly had mental health conditions that were blurring lines for him, and it was unknown at this point exactly how coherent he was while making each decision).

I still felt for all of them, because at no stage did I see genuine enjoyment in their actions. There are certainly characters in AoT who got enjoyment from killing and betrayal, but I didn’t see any of it in Reiner, Bertholdt, or Annie. The show did an amazing job of capturing moments of regret, indecision, and distaste for their own actions.

We see a lot of determination from those three, yes, but it’s clearly driven by guilt and the unmistakable fear that you only get from kids who’ve been pushed into a war they shouldn’t be part of.

I wasn’t glad when Bertholdt died. I think it paralleled Marco’s death for a very specific devastating reason.

I was initially on board with Sasha and Connie’s reaction when I thought Reiner had been killed. I was upset.

He was a great character, but everyone was still in the mindset that ‘it had to happen’ because he was hurting people. (I was glad when he survived, even if he was on ‘the other side’ now, because I wanted answers, I was so confused).

Annie was a moot point because she quite literally fell off the map after her crystallisation in season 2. I wanted her to return, I wanted to see her side of the story too.

With this all being said, I don’t think killing Marco was the only option. I think he had already been established as a forgiving, understanding individual (whose last words were quite literally a plea to have the opportunity to just talk things through.)

If Reiner had been in another mindset - his s4 part 2 mindset - I think that he would have handled it differently. I think Bertholdt and Annie would have gone along with alternate options if Reiner had been the one to suggest it.

I also think that if there hadn’t been time pressure and a conveniently approaching titan, the three of them wouldn’t have been able to summon the courage to kill Marco themselves. Setting him up to die, leaving him vulnerable by taking his gear is one thing, but killing him themselves would be another.

——

So no! I don’t dislike them at all. I love Reiner’s character, I wish Bertholdt hadn’t needed to die to save Armin. I feel bad that Annie disappeared for so long and faced so much guilt over Marco on her own in the military police, isolated.

I wish they’d made different decisions, but I know that the nature of Trost and the approaching titan left them with the impression that killing Marco was their only option.

I know there are some people who blanket statement hate Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie, but I’m not one of them.

[hash1ras]

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓪

♡ the latest chapter of my aot fic is now on up on ao3 ♡

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬

“So it’s true, then?”

The sound of a young girl’s voice broke the silence of the surrounding night, adding to the already tense atmosphere. Reiner slowly lifted his hardened gaze to meet the person addressing him. Sitting on a small bench across from him, with her head nonchalantly resting in her hand, was his comrade Annie Leonhart. Her oval shaped face was framed by short blonde hair and fair complexion highlighted by frosty blue eyes. Her ever so present icy gaze was locked onto him as he remained silent, arms crossed tightly against his chest. 

After dinner, the cadets had all gone to their assigned lodgings for the evening. All of them, except for three. The lone trio had made their way to the edge of camp, out of sight and more importantly, out of earshot.

“Annie…”

Another male voice interrupted, his tone both cautious and pleading. He was seated next to Reiner, with lanky arms that held his knees close to his chest. He had short black hair and pale olive eyes that sat atop an elongated face. This young man was their other companion, Bertholdt Hoover. Reiner glanced at his timid friend.

“It’s fine, Bertholdt.”

The boy tilted his gaze at Reiner in acknowledgment before Annie spoke up once more. The judgemental look in her eyes said more words than her voice ever could.

“An untrained civilian managed to deal damage to the Armored Titan. That’s embarrassing,” she cocked her head slightly to the right before adding, “For you.”

Reiner stiffened. Bertholdt kept his eyes locked on the ground below. 

The atmosphere around the three became painfully quiet. The crackling sounds of the fire between them occasionally interrupted the silence as Reiner struggled with his own internal mental war. 

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers before speaking up.

“Yeah.”

He removed his hand from his face, returning his arms to their position crossed against his chest. Annie scoffed and rolled her eyes. 

“She caught me off guard, I’ll admit,” Reiner said, his voice strained. His eyes meet Annie’s, her cold gaze still piercing into his very being. “It won't happen again.”

He uncrossed his arms and clenched his right fist as his memory began flashing images of that day in Shiganshina. The young girl who had bombarded him, her annoying relentless attacks and impossible speed. Even I assumed she was a soldier, he thought to himself. Damn it. When the hell did I get so weak?

Reiner lifted his eyes to meet Annie, but his expression of anxiety had vanished, replaced with an intense resolve and a sense of vengeance. The young blonde girl raised an eyebrow as the boy across from her spoke again.

“Like I said, it won't happen again. I’ll be ready for her. Next time, we’ll complete the damn mission.” His eyes glistened with hostile intent, his warrior spirit slowly returning to him as he added. “And I’ll kill that devil bitch myself.”

[erudianokabe]

Girl Talk

"Can you believe it, Annie?" Pacing inside this cold and gloomy room, biting down on the nail of her thumb; on the edge, nearing that point where the tantrum that she withheld wanted to burst from her chest– pathetic that all she could do was complain to someone who probably couldn't even hear her.

Not like Hitch didn't have any friends, but it wasn't like she'd be dead caught throwing a bitch fit because of what some asshole said about an MP-turned-Scout. There was no way... no way in hell that she would breathe about it to someone who could respond back. It was annoying enough that she had to feel like this– feel like kicking the walls, which she did; banged her fists against the walls, which she also did (and boy did it hurt); just because she couldn't accept the last memory imparted to her about her comrade. "What does that Floch know about Marlowe anyway?" She asked her encapsulated companion with no expectations of being answered in return. She just needed to vent. Compared to Floch, it was Hitch who knew Marlowe more than anyone, right? She's been with that blockhead far longer than that damn redhead was; she was the one who knew his capabilities the most, how he was always so strait-laced and frank with his intentions that his prattle sounded so silly and stupid to her. At one point, Marlowe's views and intentions made her stomach hurt from laughter because of how ridiculous he was being. He wanted to change the dirty system, weed out the evils from within the MP and reform it? Preposterous. No way. Get out of here.

Hitch knew that it was impossible so she didn't really understand when she began to believe that he could do it.

But now, he couldn't even do that because he was dead.

That stupid, upstanding bowl-cut was so absorbed in righteousness and justice that she couldn't even persuade him to stay in the Military Police. In fact, he expressed his disappointment in her for trying to dissuade him. Like she was the unbelievable one. What was wrong with wanting to take it easy? Nothing, there was nothing wrong with it. That's why she joined the MPs in the first place... the reason she was still alive now, while Marlowe... he... "Marlowe might be an idiot, but he's not like me. He wouldn't regret doing something that he believed in." Her voice, her breath shook with frustration. When she remembered what that jerk said about Marlowe regretting being there in his last moments, Hitch chewed at the inner lining of her bottom lip, an act which pulled her away from any feelings of helplessness or weakness.

Taking a deep breath, the young woman ran her dainty fingers through her wavy, tousled hair; a sharp sigh being expelled from her parted and quivering lips. The anger that she couldn't show anyone earlier, began to spill through. As the seconds expired, the silence was replaced with the sound of Hitch's boot colliding with the cold, stone floor. Stomp after stomp. "Marlowe isn't like that!" She ranted, stomping continuously. "Marlowe isn't a coward!" Her outburst continues, stopping only when she finally hung her head low, hazel eyes staring at the cold, lifeless floor. A sob. The tears she tried so hard to contain, spilling in droplets... helpless, just like her. "...because if he was a coward... he would still be here... arguing with me..."

"...right, Annie?" In that instance, Hitch allowed herself to drop to a sit on the chair that was in front of Annie's crystal prison. For a moment, she propped her elbows atop her thighs before burying her face against her palms. She was so tired. Of everything. Of feeling that what she was doing hardly mattered. Of how she kept on losing people before she could say what she truly meant to say. Of losing them before she could make a proper connection.

"Why are all the boys around me like this?" Sighing deeply again, she raised her head, gaze now affixed on the other girl. "Hey Annie. You said Marlowe reminded you of someone, right? Do you ever just get the need to want to see them again?" There was a scoff in her tone, her features contorting in a way that expressed the bitterness of loss. "I didn't even get to apologize to him for all the ridicule I threw at him."

"I know it's too much of a bother, but can you do me a favor anyway?" For some reason, Hitch always seemed to find herself asking the other for favors much like that one time with someone's missing daughter. "Tell me, Annie. Do you think I'm good enough to try and continue the fight he gave his life up for?" Yeah right. Who was she kidding? Like she would ever be. Even without Leonhart telling her the answer, it felt like Hitch knew it either way. But still. But still.

Hey Marlowe, would you laugh at me if you could hear me right now?

[jeanbie]

shorebird song (7) -> part of the 101 days drabble series

📂 Write a story starting with the word “shorebird” and ending with the word “song”. Within the body of the story, include at least two of the following words: beseech, desultory, evanescent, insouciant.

Shorebird- that’s what they called Armin from the open seas. The crew aboard the Titania could go months without seeing him; whenever Captain Annie wanted to or could afford to see him, then they’d sail the rapids to the docks near his village and anchor.

It had been a while; the long evanescent winter at sea had passed with the birth of a new green spring, and one day, Captain Annie had come out of her cabin and nodded: “I think it’s time. Shall we?”

She made it sound so simple and desultory, and when asked why now?, she’d offer an insouciant shrug and say, “Why not?”

Nobody ever challenged Annie either- the crew did what they were told when they were told, and if they kept asking, why, why, why?, Annie would humour the fear of walking the plank to jump into the swarm of sharks that followed the Titania on her voyages.

Few remembered what had happened all those years ago. The cruise, the fall; the moonlit glances, the shy touches, the romance under the stars. And then their Captain beseeching Armin to stay, presenting a ring.

It had been a long time. Who knew if Armin even remembered? They anchored at noon, and watched Armin bike from the nursing home to his cottage near the docks. He never looked at the ocean besides behind curtains, or when the Titania had sailed away. He wasn’t sure he wanted to remember. The memory of Annie and the sea now were like pieces of disliked music from an artist he loved, and whenever possible, Armin skipped the song.

[tortellimi]

hi my lovelies, please please please feel free to leave requests and ideas in my ask box! i’m super new to writing and im so shocked that all of my original posts to far have gotten over 10 notes

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thinking about how postwar!levi would wake up next to you, awoken of course by his face being peppered with kisses. if he dared to question you, he’d be shut up with soft kisses to his pillow soft lips. because why would he complain when he could let you love him?

[dashitsxx]

i could eat that girl for lunch | various fem! characters x fem! reader | drabble (18+)

your devil is back! billie needs to make more wlw songs like you guys can't imagine my obsession with this song >< this is to honor pride month and the lgbtq+ community, i love you all! short drabble for you all <3

warnings. pure smut & cunnilingus

sinful moans echoed through the bedroom as hands were wrapped around your thighs in a tight grip to prevent your struggles from escaping. your back was arched from the foreign sensation as gasps slipped out. you had your hand grabbing the hair of the person salvaging your cunt as if the world was going to end tomorrow. you protest through your swollen lips with "slow down" and "wait please." yet it all falls on deaf ears as she continues to lick your pussy in pleasuring strokes. painful bruises were starting to form on the plush of your thighs until you felt a warm touch on your clit. your eyes widened, "oh fuck... no, i can't do it anymore! wait!" but she ignored your pleads as she slowly circled her thumb on your nub before pulling her tongue out of your slit as your essence and her spit was dripping down on her chin. you took this chance to struggle out of her grasp, but she didn't budge due to her strength. a menacing smirk forms on her sultry lips as her eyes are clouded in lust, desire, and temptation.

"darling, you better give me more, i'm still not done with my meal."

maki zenin, mei mei, shoko ieiri, yuko tsukumo, mikasa ackerman, annie leonhart, hange zoe, pieck finger, rumi usagiyama (mirko), kaina tsutsumi (lady nagant), nana shimura, makima, himeno, quanxi

[materialgworlas]

Unhinged screenshots without context: AOT Edition

Was looking back at my old posts laughing my ass off cuz im so damn funny n thought I'd share my favourite ones

If u like these n wanna see the full post go to @samsungwasmyidea

AnYwAys-

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EMO REINER x ZEKE SLANDERR<3:

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[amywritesthings]

it's my (second) favorite time of the year!

since i have had one (1) wisp of crisp fall air, i have been dying to write some fall time fun / halloween-related drabbles to KO my burnout and get back into the writing spirit. i totally don't know what i'm doing, but we're gonna vibe anyway to celebrate the season + my milestone of 2.5k+ followers!

some housekeeping rules !!

anyone can participate. (haaay followers how are you?)

you can send as many prompts, questions, + game items as you'd like!

if you're like 'dang amy i wish you'd write this blorbo but it's not on your prompt list of possibilities' please send it anyway!

i may not answer a drabble or ficlet prompt due to muse, time, etc but please do not take this personally.

i won't interact with anything hateful or nasty about a character, ship, show etc. i don't care for negativity, so please keep it on your doorstep and not mine!

have fun!! this is meant to be silly fun! event submissions end 11/01.

activities !!

FICLET/DRABBLES | feel free to send me prompts from links one, two, three, or send me a totally original idea. they can be halloween / fall related, or a random au idea connected to a story i have already written.

ASK ME ANYTHING | got a burning question about a story of mine? have inquiries for me as an author? dying to know my thoughts on a certain show, movie, or video game? just wanna ask what my favorite color is? send it in!

GAMES | fuck - marry - kill: blorbo edition, 3-song playlists for canons (ships or solo) or self ships, truth or dare, etc.

FOR THE LOVELY MUTUALS | send a 🎃 and i'll write you a lil note

finished prompts !!

levi + protecting from scares

su!levi + first fall

reiner + scary movie

levi + masquerade ball

sukuna + scare actors

jean + accidental couples costume

levi + abandoned at a party

characters/fandoms under the cut:

attack on titan — levi ackerman, armin arlert, eren yeager, annie leonhart, hange zoe, erwin smith, jean kirstein

jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru, choso kamo, megumi fushiguro, yuuta okkotsu, inumaki toge, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna

my hero academia — bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou, toshinori yagi, todoroki shoto, dabi, hawks

fields of mistria — march, orlic

wind breaker — sakura, umemiya

baldur's gate 3 — astarion

love and deepspace — xavier, sylus

pedro universe — din djarin, joel miller, dieter bravo

please note: i'm happy to write polyship/threesome dynamics as well

[lady-lunaaa]

Nice

Pairing: Annie Leonhart x f!reader

Rating: Mature (mostly sfw, a little suggestive)

Warnings: none really, just some cutesie couple stuff with Annie because she deserves it <3

WC: 1.4K

a/n: just a lil' spring drabble because i'm enjoying the season and I have Annie brainrot. this idea was inspired by some of my favourite fanart of Annie painting Bertie and Rei's nails 🥺 please check out the artist - they draw all the aot babes beautifully! Thank you to my gorgeous wife @dabilove27 as always for being my beta, I adore you <3

The weather was perfect; the sun warmed your exposed skin as the spring breeze played gently with your hair. You were currently kneeling in the grass and painting Annie's toenails while she lay stretched out on a lounger. Her arms were slung over the sides and her face was tipped towards the sun as she basked in the warmth looking for all she was worth like a very pretty and spoiled feline. You smiled to yourself as you had an idea, carefully painting the outline of a kitty onto her big toe, concentrating on not messing up your handiwork.

Annie often painted your nails for you (and Bertolt and Reiner's if they didn't run away from her fast enough). She claimed to find it calming, and you had to admit, she was right. The sounds of birdsong and trickling water from the pond helped, it was very zen in the garden, and a rare moment to have it all to yourselves. Bertie and Rei were out with friends which meant the house you all shared was a lot less crowded than usual.

You zoned out while you worked, barely aware of the way your tongue stuck out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. Annie noticed though. She noticed the way your brow furrowed in concentration as you worked gently and precisely. She would never admit it but she liked being pampered this way by you, just having you close while she did nothing at all in particular. It was peaceful. She felt peaceful around you. It was truly a testament to her feelings for you that she let her guard down so completely in your presence. You, on the other hand, never had any trouble giving all of yourself to Annie from day one. She just elicited that desire in you to earn her trust and companionship - much like the cats she was so fond of.

It was lucky the sun was out as it dried the polish quickly avoiding any smudges. You'd opted for a soft shell pink for Annie today, a little different from her usual black, and it matched her cropped top perfectly. The tiny pink straps hugged her delicate shoulders, the fabric flaring out around her stomach and showing off the little black gem sparkling at her navel. Annie was wearing tight, black hot pants today on account of the weather and they framed her athletic build in a tantalising display. Her muscled thighs were squished together in her seat and you had trouble staying fully focused on your task.

You felt Annie shift imperceptibly, not wanting to jog your hand, and you adjusted your grip on her heel accordingly. She was watching you. You didn't need to look up to tell. She often watched you while you did things, like reading in your favourite chair or making yourself a snack in the kitchen. Her stare was always silent and intense and it often unnerved you. You'd never had anyone watch you quite so intently before. You didn't mind of course, it was flattering, but you knew she'd call you out for doing the same to her - call you a simp or a creep. Lovingly, of course.

Eventually you looked up at her face, one striking blue eye was cracked open and watching you. She was squinting slightly in the light, her nose scrunching with the action - she looked so damn cute. You watched her watching you for a moment before you spoke. "What do you think you're looking at?" Your voice held a challenge as you raised a brow at her questioningly.

"Your face." She replied bluntly, tucking her bangs behind one ear.

You stifled a smile, "Oh yeah? And what about it?" You couldn't help but push her a little, wanting to mock her for so obviously staring. You'd been together for several months now and Annie often appeared as stoic as ever, which meant you had to savour every little moment you caught her being vulnerable or affectionate. Despite her obvious impatience at your teasing, you knew she enjoyed it really. She was often cheekier than you at times.

She sniffed at you and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's nice."

"Wow, you're such a romantic, Leonhart!'' You pretended to swoon at her words, holding a hand to your chest, careful not to jab yourself with the nail brush and ruin your favourite blouse.

Annie leant forward to swat your arm and you tipped back out of her reach, laughing as you wobbled on your toes, your knees leaving the ground for a moment. She rolled her eyes and flopped back into the lounger, extending a muscled leg and wiggling her toes at you commandingly. She wasn't a huge conversationalist but that worked out well since your brain and mouth worked a mile a minute. Sometimes you'd both sit in each other's company for hours without talking - just doing your own things together. She taught you to slow down and enjoy the little moments.

You settled back into place and grasped her wiggling foot with an exaggerated sigh, content with your games for now, and dipped the brush back into the polish so you could paint the last of her nails.

Once you finished, you screwed the top back onto the bottle and ducked your head to kiss the inside of Annie's ankle to signal that you were done. She attempted to pull free from your grasp to check the final look but you only tightened your fingers around her foot. You firmly held her still and pressed another kiss to the inside of her calf. And then another to the inside of each knee, bending her leg until her foot rested on the striped fabric of the lounger. Her skin was warm and slightly sticky with suncream.

You looked up at her as you hovered over her thigh, breath fanning over her bare skin, and all the while she watched you placidly. She looked calm, almost bored, but you saw her chest rise and fall a little quicker than normal. She had a faint blush running across the apples of her cheeks and the sunshine had brought out the spatter of freckles across her nose. She was the most striking woman you'd ever seen, all at once delicate and strong, powerful and dainty. No wonder you'd fallen hard. You waited, stringing out the moment, your lips ghosting her soft flesh….

And then you sat back with a sigh. "So, my face is nice, huh?" The look Annie gave you was one of flustered irritation as she clicked her tongue between her teeth. You loved riling her up till she took what she wanted, her countenance shifting from impassive to determined, those blue eyes bright with want. It was your favourite look on her. Her manicured hand shot out to grab the collar of your shirt in a clenched fist and she leant down until her face was inches from your own. Her forwardness always managed to surprise you, even when you pushed at her patience, hoping for that exact outcome. You were at mercy to her whim and your cockiness deserted you as you relaxed into her grip without thinking.

"Don't be a tease." Her voice was smooth as silk, low and commanding, and it made your stomach flip. Her brazen attitude that seemed to emerge without warning gripped you by the throat every single time. It was thrilling - never truly knowing when she would strike with those pretty claws. Now it was your turn to cast her a bashful gaze as your mind stumbled over itself trying to recover.

Luckily, Annie ended your internal struggle with her lips crashing into your own. Her fingers twisted into the cotton of your blouse as your mouths moved together, hot, bruising and insistent - a far cry from your earlier light-hearted behaviour. She smelled like sunshine and you could taste the lingering flavour of the strawberries you had for breakfast on her tongue. She took your breath away, stealing it from your lungs as you explored her mouth greedily, lost in her taste and touch.

When you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead against hers and gave a lazy grin. "If that's my reward for being a tease then I think I'm okay with it."

Annie smiled gently at your love drunk expression and you drank in the sight of her pretty pink lips curving upwards. It really was a perfect day. You hoped you'd get many more spring days like this with her. That would be nice.

Thank you for reading! ��

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