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so this is love — annie leonhart

— annie leonhart x female reader

— request by anon: I kinda have a request. How about royal au? Where 2 kingdoms are at war with each other, and reader is the heir of the throne of one kingdom (but they’re not the spoiled type of heir, more like the solider one?) and then the kingdoms decided a truce. Reader will have to marry the heir of the other kingdom which is Annie. Idk maybe those arranged marriages that they never get along at first? Kinda like they were enemies bc they never get along until some development of feelings happen along the way. Maybe Annie will realize that she has feelings when reader got injured since they’re a soldier

— warnings: mentions of war, slight angst if you squint, just two idiots falling in love with each other :))

— summary: you were sent off to another kingdom as a sign of a truce, promising to yourself that the engagement is close to death at how you got off on the wrong foot with your betrothed. it was hell at first but who knows? maybe, unbeknownst to you, the two of you are a match made by the gods.

— word count: 7.5k

— author’s notes: i am so sorry this came out so long :((( we just finished our exams and we have a case study to write as our midterm for a subject. i hope this will still quench your annie fic cravings. and by the way, i fashioned the kingdom of idylle to mondstadt because genshin impact is my stress reliever right now and a kingdom built upon freedom sounds like a gem. plus, the glass castle of the reader is based off of the castle of cinderella, which is the reason for the title hhhhhh happy reading !!!

so this didn’t appear in the tags so i reposted it :”(((

Corsets were abominations that needed to be burned.

The girl with your features staring at you from the mirror was someone you couldn’t recognize from all the preparations your chambermaid did on your figure. The make-up was appalling and thick that you could see a smear on the back of your hand when you tried rubbing your itching nose. Your hair was done in a half up-do with too many decorative pins sticking out, creating a makeshift crown of silver roses, one of the symbols of your kingdom. The dress your mother expected you in was straight-up ridiculous, you couldn’t move from the tightness of the corset and the heaviness of your skirts was hindering you from moving freely. You couldn’t even deny that it was a lovely gown but its inconvenience was irking you at the slightest turn or stretch.

Dressing up this lavishly was rare for you, the Crown Princess of the kingdom boring flags of silver and lilac. You very much preferred the heaviness of your armor and your title as one of your kingdom’s Commendatore rather than the ladylike image your mother has been forcing you on the past few weeks.

You were livid when your parents renounced from the ten-year war that was purging the continent with just a sign on a piece of paper — one that included your name and your honor. Everything was brutal, carnage dotting every town and village of the two kingdoms throwing spears and fire cannons, and you witnessed it all firsthand when you started being one of your kingdom’s soldiers four years ago — a sixteen-year-old girl throwing orders that gave you an advantage from your enemies wearing the crest of the kingdom that painted your lands a heart-wrenching red. Of all solutions that your parents and the other kingdom could come up with, it involved you in the most unacceptable way possible. Officially entering your twenties this year, your parents thought it necessary to offer you as a bride that signified peace to the warring nation right beyond the border. The idea made your vision red, an outburst coming out of your mouth mere seconds after the proposal was announced in the council meeting.

A soldier, a knight, a commander — that’s what you are.

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Hi, could you please do Annie Leonhart headcsnnons for someone who is very ‘cold-hearted’ and comes from a physically and mentally abusive family? She’s very much my comfort character and this is my background. Thanks anyway.

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warnings: criticism, stockholm syndrome, tough love if you squint

gn reader cuz im a badass

stoic: a person who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.

Annie isn't the type to fuck around. When she wants something; she gets it. But you aren't any different. You don't tolerate bullshit like she would. You wear this....mask? Why? You are no symbol of strength: let your walls come down. Embrace her; Let her protect you. She knows she can.

Yet, you give this mask and for what? For closure about your family. Yeah, She knows. She reads everything, it's almost scary and that would explain the cuts and bruises you hide when you were gearing up for battle.

At first, She didn't want to assume anything. She thought that you were just like her: broken. But Annie was more of a observer than she is a talker. So, when you were talking to Ymir: that bitch she brought up your family and your childhood back in Shinigashnsa.

You just stared blankly and she was listening. She found it interesting that you came from such a fucked up place and still would risk your life for humanity who were also fucked up.

Annie had no fucks to look your way, however, she had always admired your determination to kill all the titans in order to live in peace: looks like you need a educator. It didn't work like that. Your family's will live with you: if you want it to. No, your choosing to be broken.

She got you in the middle of the night, the same night she killed those pet titans Hanji were experimenting on. You looked utterly peaceful when you slept but you still had a scowl on your face as if you were having a nightmare.

She walked outside the small wooden cabin. She figured you lived there since you didn't like being near people, it was the least she could've done. She bit her thumb as the yellow lighting strike formed and allowed her to transform into her titan form. Everyone was sleepy and were piggish and absolutely fucking dumb and didn't notice it.

She punched through the roof. You were a light sleeper and always on alert. Your eyes widen with a gasp as her large crystal eye had been in the hold of the cabin. She adored that shocked expression on your face. She lived for it. She broke in and grabbed your now petite body compared to her titan and soon ran off. Trampling over the rustle of trees while soon darting towards the wall.

It wasn't long till you were knocked out, yet you woke up in an instant: always on alert. Your head was pounding along with your heart. She ran all the way to Titans Forest and soon out the border.

You had been thrashing all around her palm and she soon threw you harshly on the ground before a steam of smoke appeared all around her nape as she began to release herself from her titan form. "You fucking bitch!" You curse while rubbing your sore muscles with a wince when she approached you. Her boot came crushing onto your cheek that caused you to be right next to the dirt and under her mercy.

"Try not to struggle. It's going to hurt even more."

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ik this isn't annie but 😍

disclaimer: gn s/o cuz why not

warnings: obsessiveness, possessiveness, unhealthy habits, fucked up shit, yandere tendencies & annie being a total badass

Annie is not in a right state of mind. She is so fucked up, both mentally and emotionally unstable when she became a warrior, even before. Yet, her unstability allows her to push herself to become the best lover maybe even better person. No matter the cause. She lost everyone and anything she ever cared for and loved, as if she was curse to rotten and kill anyone she had strong feelings for.

She is a goddamn psycho, and she knows it. No matter what the challenge was. No matter the outcome; her full potential was to please her father.

Her obession grew when she and her fellow warriors had joined the 104th training corps. You were there: had a close relation with Ymir and Krista. She never questioned herself, she had a main plan and there was no distractions for what she needed to be done.

Yet again; rules were always meant to be broken. She found herself utterly helpless under your gaze whenever her icy blue eyes made contact with yours.

She really could not give two shits about the people in the training corps, however, you were different. She wanted to guide you, praise you, love you, and use you however she saw fit.

Dreams are dreams though.

Annie never realized her feelings, they were oddly uncontrollable to handle. She couldn't focus correctly on her mission. That is until the 57th Expedition outside the walls happened. She could tell it was you under your hood. She wanted to be sure when she lifted you in her titan form.

Her large palm could squeeze you without no hesitation. She could have killed you in a heartbeat.

But, no. She used you as a motivation. A prize at the end of a race. The treasure at the end of the mission. It drove her forward to escape the hell and live her life with you.

Armin ruined it. Armin ruined her. She was well aware Armin was quite the intelligent person, You hung around him and his trio multiple times due to you being from Shinigashnsa yourself. She underestimated his knowledge when he claimed his assumption that she was the female titan.

The look of your face. The disgust, betrayal, irritated tears that had escaped down your cheeks. She wanted more. Of course she questioned herself; why did she hesitate to kill Armin? She wished she did there and then you knew.

Annie did escape. Eren was far to injured to chase her up the wall and Mikasa was too late. Everyone thought it was a closer step for humanity due to her departure and new intelligence gathered. It was not. Mikasa noticed something, Erwin did too.

When Annie was climbing up the wall. She clutched something, in her giant palm. It was you. All troops were ordered to take her down? All failed. She finally had her award even if it took a few bruises and scars herself.

She returned titan's forest and put you down somewhere. All she could do is smile. You, her heart and soul, shuddering and shaking from your current state. Defenseless, friendless, hopeless and reckless. She wished to savor all your tears for the main event.

She took your virginity and your innocence. Now: She comes home to a prize. You would be there, putting on a fake, flustered smile as you were in the kitchen cooking. She would come behind you and wrap her slender arms around your waist. You cried. Over and over through the torture. No one was there to assist.

You didn't need them. You didn't need family or friends. She was all you need.

And she will make sure you agree.

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