This place is here for those ragers who love ATTACK ON TITAN but want and need more lesbians, more yuri to infiltrate and take over that apocalyptic world.
If you have a request I'll do my best to find what it is you desire be put upon here.
For now there are two couples I will post:
Mikasa / Annie
&
Christa (aka Historia) / Ymir
Survival of the fittest and finest brought to an extreme.
FORCED P6
Setting: SNK Universe
Pairing: Mikasa x Annie
Rating: Language, PG-13
A/N: I have no comment. I am like devastated. Oh my poor babies, I don’t know why I make them suffer so much. ‘FORCED’ is like the most devastating fan-fiction I ever written. It’s incredibly challenging because I invest so much in those emotions. I really put myself in their places. The title is so fitting at this point because I’m literally forcing myself to just type it. But I’m also so fascinated by it. Like ‘wow, is this really happening?’ I know it makes no sense considering that I’m the writer, and I can make up anything I want, but to me it needs to make sense. I need to have justification for why that is, not because I feel like it. To me, this is how the characters would realistically react if they were faced under those situations base on their current personalities. Not exactly making them up just to fit whatever I want. Anyways, that’s just my intake. Thanks to those that still read my drivel nonsense, and all the notes any of my stories may get. You guys make me want to keep continuing them.
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It’s your turn to feel it. I promise you won’t like it.
On cue, Mikasa’s resolve was finding its way to her eyes as she started to shed tears out. Her vision was now blurry. She couldn’t see Annie very well, but she felt that Annie hated her. No. That was an understatement. She believes it. Annie’s angry expression soften at this not expecting it. It very much pained her to see her like this but she wasn’t going to falter at her display of emotion. She couldn’t afford to. My world is my enemy, what makes you so different? Determine to not budge with her fists still shaking from before, she was trying her best to gain control of herself once more. Her eyes quickly averted their entire attention to Mikasa who was starting to hold on to her scarf. Her livelihood.
Something went off on her head that she couldn’t make sense of it as much as she tries. Her entire body enrage with sudden anger she charges forward pushing Mikasa hard on the floor topping her as she shouts “He’s not here to safe you! Stand on your own two feet you coward!” Her eyes watered, entire vision impair she was crying her heart out as she let them hit Mikasa’s face like silver bullets who was now also in tears. Annie couldn’t pinpoint the reasons why, but it never cross her mind that Mikasa was sorry about everything. She couldn’t see it in her eyes even if she wanted to. All she needed to know was that she was there, taking everything Annie gave her.
All of these, is painful. Painful, agonizing familiarity.
Annie grabs Mikasa’s shirt, digging her fingers in and she’ll be damn if that’s the last things she’ll say to her. Damn be her blurry vision, damn be her tears overflowing, damn if she was sorry, damn if Mikasa’s in tears. “You expect me to give myself fully to you but you won’t to me? How dare you?!” She cries out looking at her with the most painful expression Mikasa has ever seen. Each and every word were piercing through her skin, forcing themselves into her unwillingly. She knew Annie was right about every single one of them. She was guilty on all charges. Mikasa was cover in guilt, and for a moment felt that she wasn’t even good enough to have Annie crying over her. She simply wanted to die.
Annie hits the pavement with her ball fists and cries out “You had no right to force yourself that way to me!” Pain is quickly shoot up through her hands, and feels it intensify on her wrists forcing her to close her eyes sharply feeling pain take over her. FUCK. She wasn’t thinking at all. With her heart expose on her sleeve, about to burst from her chest, consume with anger, pain and disappointment, she straightens herself up sitting on top of her and runs her hand across her eyes having her sleeves clean any of her tears regaining her vision back.
Annie’s panting softly, her heart still racing trying to let air back into her lungs and pulls her head back adverting her eyes to the ceiling in utter silence trying to gather herself from the headache she was now getting. Her head was spinning. It was pulsating. Nothing seem to be in focus. Her eyes swift to the side and notices that the entire room has becomes more visible. The air is damper. She can breathe some of the dust in her nostrils, she can even taste the wet puddle on the floor that was nearby. Everything look brighter. She can see clearly everything around her. Feeling bias about the choice of location, not forming any real opinion about why Mikasa had picked this room, besides the fact that it was empty, she closes her eyes for a moment allowing herself to calm her sudden heart rate inhaling deeply. Her body started to tune in at the silent echoes of her shouts from earlier. They were very loud to her. Her ears where pulsating that her words were now lingering within her. The fact that it was a dark room with no light coming in eluded her. It just looks brighter to her.
That’s how you know you been here long enough. Everything eventually makes sense then. Eventually. Everything does. Will this too?
Silence. That was all she needed right now. Time to think. Annie’s mind venture to a place it never had before. Not since then, and a part of her desperately wanted to be happy. To be at ease. To not be bother with anything at all. To be free. Annie had allow herself to go numb, she could sense the pulsating fingers that were still in pain from that hit she made, only she could no longer feel it. She started to feel something lift off her chest, something she didn’t had earlier. It was no longer tight. It wasn’t aching as bad. Relief. Perhaps. No. Resolved. Annie begins to really wonder what her life has become. Where it was going. What led her here in the first place? What could make her happy?
Mikasa. Her eyes jolted open and she was back staring at the ceiling; she had honestly forgotten about her for a moment. And for a moment, she was grateful that Mikasa allowed her to be the way she needed to. She was grateful that she didn’t speak. For once. Grateful that nothing broke the silence in that cold dusty room. Annie couldn’t had dealt with any interruptions, she honestly wouldn’t know what she would had said or done if Mikasa had utter nothing more than a word. She honestly couldn’t.
Mikasa was a fright. Nervous. And full of confusion laying perfectly still. Her heart hadn’t stop racing. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Not after that display Annie gave her. She had no right. Mikasa’s tears had faded but the pain was agonizingly present. Annie saw it all over her face.
Silence. Once more.
Mikasa’s heart skips a beat as Annie unexpectedly leans down to kiss her in a swift movement. There was no pause. No hesitation behind her actions. Mikasa was beyond confuse. It actually frighten her. Annie repeats this twice before deciding to slide her tongue in as if testing the waters before going in fully. She merges herself completely into her for a moment, as if the prior events never happened. Mikasa was conflicted. But she wasn’t going to stop her from doing what she wanted. Mikasa could only responded back to it as cautiously as possible.
Annie shifts her head to the left still with her lips sealed against the brunettes, getting a better position for it, she muffles a soft whimper of pleasure. She finally comes to a stop deciding that she got her fill, she retrieves once more hovering her lips above Mikasa’s and whispers “Don’t ever speak again.” Mikasa widens her eyes as she hears this watching Annie pull back finally getting off her with a straight expression. There was no remorse in her eyes, she could see that she finally made up her mind as she made her way to the door. She had little to no idea that Annie was still very much in a daze. That her head was pulsating as she said those words. Most importantly, that she was still numb.
It didn’t matter; inside, Mikasa was broken.
As Annie lets the door close behind her, she has little to no idea, that she’s walking out with Mikasa’s voice.
Mikasa x Annie; romantic; very slight angst; kissing
Annie heard footsteps approaching and looked up.
“Ackerman.”
She wasn’t surprised to see her. Not after she’d seen Annie beat up her precious little friend earlier that day. She’d figured that Mikasa would come to restate her claim on Jaeger or some shit like that.
Annie returned her attention to the straps on her 3D maneuver gear. “I’m not going to mess with your lover boy, if that’s what you’re worried about. But I’m not going to apologize, either.” Her gaze flicked up to meet Mikasa’s for a second. “He was asking for it.”
Mikasa stood in the doorway, fingering the material of her scarf. If Annie recalled correctly, it had been a gift from Jaeger or something. She always had it on, Annie noted with some annoyance.
“I know,” Mikasa said slowly. “He’s my family. I know how…frustrating he can be.”
Annie looked up in surprise before hurriedly lowering her gaze once more. She hadn’t expected her to be understanding about it. “R-right.”
Mikasa took a few tentative steps into the room. “Leonhardt,” she said. Annie didn’t respond; it had seemed more like Mikasa was weighing the name on her tongue rather than actually addressing her. “Annie,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.
Annie felt her pulse speed up ever-so-slightly, but she continued working on the broken buckle of her gear as though nothing had happened. “What is it?”
Mikasa’s gaze was pointed at the ground as she spoke. “I don’t think you’re a bad person.”
Annie swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat. “Did you used to think I was a bad person?”
“No.” Mikasa’s fingers tightened around her scarf. “But it seemed like you thought you were.” Her voice lowered. “And like you still think you are.”
“Oh, so you think you know me? Is that it?” Annie’s throat was constricting. She wasn’t even fixing the buckle anymore. Her fingers were pointlessly running over the same parts over and over again. “Ackerman, if you came here to preach to me about friendship and loving yourself and what being a good soldier is all about—”
“That’s not why I’m here,” Mikasa cut her off sharply.
“Then why are you here?” Annie questioned, finally meeting Mikasa’s eyes. “If you’re not here to warn me away from your boyfriend and you’re not here to preach to me, then why are you here?”
Mikasa stared her down, not saying anything for a while.
“I don’t know.”
Annie exhaled through her nose and resumed fruitlessly fiddling with the straps of her gear. It felt like she’d been trying to fix it for an eternity now.
“Do you want some help?”
Annie didn’t look up.
“Can you fix it?”
Mikasa walked forward, eyes on Annie.
“I can try.”
Annie stood and propped her leg up on the bench she’d just been sitting on, giving Mikasa full access to the broken piece.
Mikasa’s fingers brushed lightly against Annie’s leg as she inspected the broken buckle. She bent to get a closer look and Annie could feel the ends of her hair tickling her inner thigh.
“Sit down,” Mikasa said. It wasn’t harsh or demanding; just a simple request. Annie complied, sitting herself back down on the bench. Her stomach flipped over when Mikasa knelt between her legs. “I think I see the problem,” Mikasa said.
Annie made a noise of acknowledgment. Her attention was mainly on Mikasa’s fingers. They were so quick as she worked at the straps, but she didn’t handle her roughly at all.
She loosened the strap and unhooked the buckle before readjusting it. It clicked into place.
“There.”
Annie examined the buckle. “You fixed it.”
Mikasa nodded and looked up to meet her gaze. Annie wasn’t sure if she should look away. She didn’t want to.
They stayed like that for a few moments. Then, for some reason, Annie’s hand moved up and pulled the red scarf down to uncover Mikasa’s face.
“You look better without it,” she justified. A slight smile pulled at Mikasa’s lips.
“Thank you. You look better without that scowl you always wear.”
Annie frowned, but couldn’t get sufficiently angry. Mikasa was too close for her to function properly.
It was as though Mikasa knew she was unnerving Annie, because her demeanor got more assertive. She straightened so that even though she was on her knees, she was at Annie’s eye level. She placed her hands on either side of Annie’s legs and leaned forward until Annie could feel her breath on her face. And she remained there, waiting in that little moment before lips meet.
Then Annie placed her hands on Mikasa’s cheeks and pulled her that last inch, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She felt Mikasa’s tongue trace her lips and she parted them for her. Annie slid to the edge of the bench. She felt a slight whimper in her throat as Mikasa pushed forward as well, her hands wrapping around Annie’s waist and hugging her tightly against her own body.
Annie pulled her lips away from Mikasa’s and tried to catch her breath. A thread of saliva still connected their lips and she quickly wiped it away, embarrassed.
“Annie,” Mikasa said, still a little breathless.
Annie licked her lips. “Yeah?”
“I…I don’t want you to be alone anymore.” She found Annie’s hand and intertwined their fingers. “I wasn’t lying before when I said that you always look as though you think of yourself as a bad person.” Her fingers tightened around hers. “I don’t want you to look like that anymore.”
Annie’s jaw clenched. “Don’t try to play the saint, Mikasa—”
“I’m not,” Mikasa said. “I’m telling you that…that I care about you. And…I want to be there for you. Always.”
Annie’s throat felt tight. Although she knew Mikasa would never be able to accept the truth behind why she felt like the bad guy, why she’d never be able to be a hero like the rest of the soldiers, she wanted to believe what she said. She really really wanted to.
So she squeezed her fingers and whispered, “Okay.”
Mikasa smiled and kissed her again.
“You can always rely on me, Annie. Always.”
"FORCED" Part ONE
"I’m not accustomed to begging" that’s what Annie said with fainted frustration under Mikasa’s grip. A small smirk arise on her lips upon hearing such confession. This was new to Mikasa, like Annie she wasn’t used to torturing someone to submission. But Annie didn’t need to know that. Not by a long shot. While the situation was entirely new for Mikasa since she was on top she can’t allow herself to be challenged by her former decision to take the younger blond before her.
Mikasa hated losing, her vanity got the best of her ever since she made that outburst about being stronger than the others, knowing full and well that she was caught in the moment that she can’t eat her words in front of Annie, not this far. Not this close to doing something so bold. It was that type of mentally and stubbornness that lead Mikasa to this mess.
But just now as those words escaped Annie’s lips Mikasa’s blood started pulsing through her and started to feel more warmer as a result. She was very excited by this new found control. Control that didn’t even prove to be a challenge for her that Annie would sub-comb this easily. Annie was under her mercy, and she wouldn’t do anything as foolish as letting her be and get off her. She quickly smirk and turned it into a challenge. ‘Just how far can I push her?’ Mikasas eyes bewilder. She fail to respond back to what Annie had stated earlier who was giving her a questionable look, but Mikasa quickly erase it by sliding one of her fingers into her mouth. Annie blinked. Once. Twice. Mikasa’s finger dig deeper into her mouth that Annie had to suck it for an instance. Quickly without thinking, Annie close her teeth on it and bit on it surprising Mikasa who wanted to pull her finger out this minute. Annie released it and gave her a glare, “One more time… get off me. Please.” Annie stated annoyed that she had to ‘beg’, this even startle Mikasa more. ‘Not accustomed to begging huh..?’ Mikasa wondered for an instance, knowing that this was a very poor excuse of a beg. Annie wasn’t interested in any sexual relations had she had, she would had remain silent or even goatee her to keep going. She had to realize that Annie wasn’t oppose of Mikasa on top of her, she was oppose of the unfamiliar, and this was unfamiliar to her.
Anywhere she doesn’t have control over, she was against it. Annie wasn’t curious about what Mikasa would do to her, or was even going through her mind when everything is happening. For an instance, Mikasa held back and began to think that Annie would be as kind to pretend this never happen. That this awkwardness would seize to exist. Just as quickly as that thought cross her mind, she quickly lend down and glared at her responding “And if I don’t?” in a small whisper loud enough for Annie to hear. Her glare remain frozen on Mikasa, but she boldly stated “than do what you wanted. The sooner you do this, the faster it’ll be over.”
Mikasa was floored, taken completely off guard. This wasn’t what she expected. With her mind racing she came to the conclusion that she wasn’t going to be ignored, that she won’t be just a speed bump for Annie to get over, that this really meant something to her. Enough to get the courage to actually pin the young girl down. Whatever she was going to do meant nothing in the eyes of Annie, and this actually upsetted her. After all the effort to made to get her alone for at least half an hour away from everyone, she wasn’t going to allow herself to just be ‘over with’. Annie stared at the confused girl for a moment and notice her biting her lower lip knowing full and well she was in deep thought. Their lack of communication was actually nerving Annie, she couldn’t move, she knew the moment she’ll put strength on her arms, Mikasa will force herself on her again to keep her down.
She looked to the side and saw Mikasa’s hand gripping on tightly to the sheet covers, forming a cage for Annie with her body so she won’t escape. Annie’s eyes open wider, and suddenly felt the seriousness of the situation. How much this means to her, her heart started to race, and her lips parted some as if she were about to speak and turns to face Mikasa in efforts to try to talk the girl out of doing whatever she was going to and is faced quickly with her lips. Soft lips pressed against her. Annie’s eyes were widen open, she wasn’t accustomed to begging, she was accustomed to being pin down, wrestle about, being physical with someone during training, but this was nothing she has ever experience before.
Kindness. Love even. Mikasa slipped her tongued in and Annie started to squirm under her sudden confusion about what is happening now. 10 long seconds which could had been hours for Annie who was blushing red by the time Mikasa pulled back. ‘Out of all the things you could had done..’ Annie began thinking giving her a small glare and finally asks “why?” between her pants. It was so simple, it didn’t add to her what Mikasa was probably looking for. Unless she wasn’t done, it didn’t make any sense why any of this was happening. There was no confession from her either.
Mikasa smiled, very content with herself and started to get off her finally. “I want to keep you aching..” She said standing up on her own two feet looking down at Annie who was now sitting up confused by her respond beyond belief. “How? I don’t understand.” Annie stated pulling herself up as well. “You don’t have to. I’ll come back for more later..” Mikasa stated as she started to walk out. “-Wait!” Annie shouted walking up to her pulling her from her jacket making her stop in her tracks. “Answer me one thing, why did you kiss me?” Annie asked in all seriousness.
Mikasa was silence for a moment. “I want you to remember me. Everyone remembers their first kiss.” She finally stated and opens the door leaving Annie behind speechless.
"FORCED" Part TWO
Mikasa x Annie
A/N: Italics are inner thoughts.
Annie was left alone in the small room where Mikasa had just stolen her first kiss trying to decipher what all of this meant. Replaying all the things that Mikasa had said earlier. Does it even matter knowing? Was all Annie could think of and she desperately wanted to know just how cruel Mikasa can be to do something like this. She honestly began to wonder if Mikasa actually hated her. She was right about one thing though, I’m not going to forget you at all.
Annie thoughts came to a sudden stop as Sasha burst into the room scaring the living daylights out of her. She almost took a step back. “Mikasa said there was bread here!” Sasha asked excitedly as Annie tried to hold her compulsore and tried her best to get back to her usual self. Sash’s statement actually confirm any ill thoughts she had of Mikasa, she was cruel indeed. “I ate it!” Annie blurted as she made her way out leaving behind a devastated girl inside take her place. Dinner time was around the corner and Annie found herself making her way to the mess hall.
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What sweet Hell is this..? Annie’s leg began to fidget. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Ackerman, she felt slowly suffocating knowing that something had happened between them, and pretending to shrug it off was actually nerving her. Just what will you do later? Is all I could think of. Its all I need right now. An itch? Annie didn’t wish to think about that, her eyes shifted some and notice that Bertholdt has been trying to get her attention for the past five minutes. “Is it Mikasa you’re looking at?” He asked curious staring off at the direction Annie was looking, that comment actually got her mad. Right. Like that wasn’t a giveaway, Annie.
Suddenly annoyed by herself, by Bertholdt, by everyone around her for becoming so obvious, for being put in that position, a position that Mikasa putted me in, Annie wasn’t going to answer that obvious question, suddenly she felt caged in once more and quickly glared at Bertholdt who quickly began to eat his own words as Annie stood up. I don’t have to take this! Short temper, that was one of things Annie was known for. And this was a prime example of it. She knew that her reaction was making all the difference between being indifferent to her existence, to being caught red handed that she was in fact staring at her with impure thoughts. “Wait, Annie-” Bertholdt started to speak hoping to reverse time somehow for only pointing out something so obvious, and the worst part of it all, Annie wasn’t mad at him to begin with. She was angry that she was expose in some manner, wait expose? She quickly glances up and sees that everyone is looking at her, including Mikasa.
That revelation almost floored her from embarassment and she made eye contact with her from across the dining room. Now I must really get away. With a sudden reflex, she bolted out of her seat and walked outside slamming the door behind her. “Oh.. she did the same thing again.” Sasha took notice as she stuff her face once more recalling the sadness of not being feed any bread at all. “Hmm?” Connie question Sasha and ignored it and turned his attention to Bertholdt. With a big smirk he adds in “Nice one, Bertholdt.” Connie sarcastically stated with thumbs up and a wink, Connie, much like the others weren’t surprise by Annie’s odd en-devours, if anything they half expected Bertholdt or Reiner to followed suit, but when one of them pissed her off, it was anyone’s guess who could follow her now. “I wonder what is up with Annie this time" Eren asked as he took a bite of his bread bewilder by the earlier events as he faced Armin who only shrugged it off. Mikasa lowered her eyes and balled her fist under the table feeling conflicted about the whole thing. Part of me wants to chase her. But I can’t be that obvious. I must wait. Mikasa bit her lower lip once more and pretend to be normal, and for a moment, felt like Annie, inside a cage.
"FORCED" Part THREE
Mikasa x Annie
A/N: Italics are inner thoughts.
Damnit Bertholdt. Damnit it Mikasa. Damn- Annie seriously had to stop for a moment before she started damming the whole World. Finally coming to a stop after leaving the way she did near an alleyway she leaned her back against it and sighed looking up into the sky. She never wonder why so many idle their days away staring into the sky, today she finally understood. Annie closed her eyes and parted her lips enough to utter “Damn you… Mikasa” Take responsibility. That line flashed before her.
Take responsibility. She blinked at that, debating what it could mean. Should I beat her? Just how does one take responsibility-She suddenly stops on her tracks and took a bite of her lower lip as her cheeks begin to flustered letting the feeling sink in of what she wanted it to mean. What she neededit to be. She did a slight shrug and started to feel that itch as she touched her lips slowly feeling her chest quicken. “Take responsibility, Mikasa.”
Annie suddenly stops with a determine look knowing what needs to be done. What needs to happen, she gets off the wall and starts to make her way back. Paused. Go back there? After that exit? Faced with a new challenge, she finds it easier to just go back to the rooms and wait for her. Wait.
Wait. After that how will you be able to accomplish this without creating attention to yourself? Annie froze. Feeling defeated. Caged. Balling her fists knowing that she had to be delicate. Delicate. That word doesn’t suit me at all. Annie scoffed but for a moment she was impress how Mikasa manage to get her alone those few minutes earlier. Earlier. Just earlier your life was so simple. Annie thinks for a moment, instead of feeling sadness she’s actually grateful that someone was kind to her.
Kindness? Is that what you think that was? Are you that naive to not know the difference? Isn’t she cruel for doing this to you? For putting you into this position? Annie wanted to scream. She was beyond confuse and conflicted. She wanted whatever this is to be over with. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Being at her end rope here, now I really want to scream. Facing the sky and parting her lips with ball fist a familiar male figure appears suddenly. “Reiner?” she chokes the name out as her eyes widen knowing that once again she’s being exposed and pauses. “Did Bertholdt said something stupid again?” He asked concerned in her usual self coming closer to her. Fuck me indeed. Anyone but Reiner. “I don’t need a big brother.” Annie stated and forgot for a moment that she truly wanted to scream, more than ever. Her comment made Reiner take a step back, knowing by now that he’s in a landmine field and anything that will come out of his mouth will more than likely set all of them off.
When in doubt, agree! Reiner thought and quickly responded saying “Yeah Bertholdt is an idiot.” Smiling nervously facing her. Annie’s eyes widen, and quickly return to her seldom expression. Utterly unimpressed. She closed her eyes and did a mild head shake and began to walk away reminding Reiner once again how useless he can be at times. “Don’t worry about me, Reiner.” She began and allow her body to do any answering about how uninterested she is about Reiner’s comments. I don’t know where I want to go but I honestly can’t deal with this. One thing is certain I can’t stay here caged in anymore.
"FORCED" Part FOUR
Mikasa x Annie
A/N: Italics are inner thoughts.
With fast reflects, Reiner said, “I’ll not trouble you, then, but I’d like to ask you something Annie.”
Annie froze and turn around intrigued by the sudden formality that was rare coming from her peer. “Yes?” Even now, Annie could not help it: You will respond promptly when addressed. She hoped he didn’t mistake her prompt reaction for anything but what it was—training—but at the same time, she didn’t care. It didn’t matter, anyway. He would do what he wished—what any of the guys wish, Annie had no control over anyone. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He was not berating her. His tone was not condescending. He was honestly curious. And there was something more…a sort of sarcasm in his voice.
It was almost too much for Annie to bear. She had been able to clear her mind and hold herself in check as she walked into the mess hall earlier, but now she felt that it was simply too much. Did I enjoy myself, he asks. I felt like I was really…living. Wait. Does he know something? Annie really had to think for a minute what he meant, he couldn’t possibly know what happen between her and Mikasa.Her heart began to sink and suddenly felt expose once again. Being exposed and being cage in was a thing of the norm this day. Annie wasn’t happy about any of this. “What do you mean, Reiner?” She finally asked, a safer bet. Reiner remain quiet with a serious expression “Do you enjoy making us worry about you?” He finally stated. Landmine or not, Reiner wanted to risk it all to ask that very important pivotal question.
Inside, Annie was screaming.
Relieved that for a moment, she wasn’t that expose, that she wasn’t that obvious. But yet again Reiner isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Late in this point Annie didn’t really care, she was grateful it was something.. stupid. And even if it was harsh, she in fact wanted to scream for saying such so stupid. She didn’t wish to belittle his serious question, but Reiner failed to notice that Annie had bigger concerns to worry about. Gathering her compulsore once more she finally speaks “As flattering as it may seem to be on your everyday topic and mind I won’t indulge you on saying something you may wish to hear, the fact remains that I never asked either of you to babysit me.” Reiner’s eyes widen and started to speak only to have Annie cut him off looking more incredibly annoyed than before. “It’s shame and hurtful that neither respect me enough to be on my own for at least one fucking day.” It was rude, it was harsh, but it was accurate. And she would never apologize for being accurate. She starts to make her leave and while she would had wish that Reiner wasn’t at the receiving end of all that, she didn’t wish to be reminded of how weak she can be to her peers that would let themselves believe that she needs to be babysat at all times.
Reiner remain silent and let her leave the alleyway. Suddenly, Annie felt better. Whatever this new found independence feeling gave her was soon escaping as she notice Mikasa leave the mess hall alone. Her heart skipped as she stood in silence feeling a sensation overwhelmed her as Mikasa made her way towards her. Wait. Reiner. She was reminded yet again that had to escape, she couldn’t have Mikasa face her while Reiner is in the background still flabbergasted about her earlier statements. And while knowing full and well that he was still in that shock he may not even notice her, but there was something Annie must anticipate, not knowing what Mikasa may want or even do to her. Her mind racing with many thoughts, feeling caged, she didn’t wish to be exposed like this in front of anyone.
Mikasa was stopped by Krista midway, and Annie was grateful that that bought her some time to think. Unless.. Mikasa may leave. Annie was faced with a new problem. What if she doesn’t come here anymore? What if, what if I’m still waiting for what she’ll do next? What if, what if anyone finds out. Her thoughts hit a focus as she seems Krista smile at Mikasa, exchanges words is no issue. But what words. Why did she smiled at her? Wait, Krista is always smiling. That’s nothing new. Reiner was no longer her concerned, her attention was elsewhere. It was solely on Mikasa, so focus on her that she fail to notice a group of men behind her that they nearly knock her over. Spook and shaken, one of the males apologizes and keep walking. blocking her view briefly. Feeling anxious she tries to maneuver around them and suddenly her heart sinks as she sees that she lost sight of Mikasa. What was that? That couldn’t had been more than 10 seconds? Annie thinks trying to rationalize just what was goingwith her eyes scanning all over, seeing Krista walked by wasn’t any helped, Mikasa was gone, and Annie wasn’t going to do anything as mad as actually question her about her whereabouts. She didn’t wanted to be known that she was looking for her.
Feeling defeated, and damning her height once more, she gives up and starts walking back to the dorms. She was ready for the day to be over. Annie started to feel a throbbing pain in her head, she touched it and lower her eyes and tried her best to shake off the feeling, her mind was overworking more than usual, knowing that her emotions are getting the best of her. I wished… Mikasa was talking to me instead of Krista. Jealousy was something that Annie firmly believed she would never be bother with. Just as she makes the turn towards the longer path to the rooms, Annie gasps as she’s jerk into a dark room with force. Quickly getting on guard was proving to be difficult as she felt stronger hands take charge as they grab her wrists and pin them against the wall making Annie’s back hit it with some force. Her eyes quickly widen recalling a similar situation earlier and quickly confirms the identity of the person as she blurts out the red scarfs girl name.
FORCED P5
Setting: SNK Universe
Pairing: Mikasa x Annie
Rating: Language, NSFW
A/N: First off, excuse my lateness. I’ve been busy. I want you guys to be aware how emotionally draining it is to write about this two. I love them to pieces but it’s such a mindfuck that I don’t think you guys notice. Chances are you will in this fic. I also want you to know that this became really long that I actually had to cut it and save the rest for P6. Anyways, I feel like I do my best work when I do it from a POV of a character because it allows me to be more descriptive and detail; and I find Annie to be that particular character because not much is known about her. That doesn’t mean that I won’t ever bother doing Mikasa, because like Annie I find them both to be one in the same. They are both very complex characters that in all honesty you can enjoy just reading from their POVs, at least to me that is. One day I think I will. I’ll be sure to make a note of it. Also there is a paragraph of Annie’s inner monolog somewhere that I actually tone down a lot, due to the graphic nature. So if you find that bad, the original one was worst. I also want to point out that recently I been working on COLLARBONE and my writing style tends to change so you may see some of it here. I’m always experimenting, so don’t expect any Parts to ever be the same in any of my fictions. If you are familiar with my works, italics sentences are still inner thoughts.
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"Mikasa" Annie said. Her eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness and her new found position. Similar position nonetheless. Only difference was that Annie wasn’t very much thrown off guard. And she wasn’t fully against it. In fact it actually surprise her how quickly she adapted to it. Mikasa had remain silent still pinning Annie down, not even easing up on the strength she had place against her wrists. It was as if she were to do that and Annie could escape. What a frightening idea that was, a lone wolf out in the wild that needed to be capture. And while Annie tried her best to remain calm it was beyond nerve wrecking. It had become so unbearable that she honestly wanted to scream. Mikasa probably won’t say much, and I for the life of me can’t seem to ask the right thing. But when did questions themselves became so problematic to even ask? Especially when it’s something obvious.
You shouldn’t ask stupid questions.. Annie reminded herself briefly trying to narrow down what was worth asking. It was clear that neither of them were big on words that she came to the ultimate conclusion that whatever was going to happen wasn’t going to be fix by them. They were both a little too smart for their own good. And they both have more or less have a similar idea of what was happening around them. One of the many things we have in common.
Frustration. It was written all over Mikasa’s face, the answer behind her strength and actions. Annie felt a little better inside as she realize that she wasn’t the only one having difficulties these past few hours. Another thing in common.
Annie closes her eyes, starts to relax her shoulder blades and lets them fall, her muscles loosen, and her feet firmly on the ground, feeling her body become defenseless feeling gravity take her entirely as a whole. Feeling suddenly heavy she inhales softly and opens her eyes looking back at Mikasa who was very much still staring at her with full interest.
"What will you do to me?" Annie whispers softly staring at her. It wasn’t a stupid question.
This startles Mikasa upon hearing it that she actually takes a step back and then forward once more trying her best to gather herself. Frustration and confusion. Well that’s never a good mix. Annie ponders as she studies her expression knowing that she may have set herself on one of her own personal landmines. It still isn’t a stupid question. I honestly need to know. Mikasa can’t determine if Annie just identified her as a sexual predator base those words. It was a frightening idea to have, that the one person you like may think so little of you to the point of dropping you to such level. Mikasa didn’t realize how much those words actually hurt her. But she was quickly aware that she was to blame; she was the one who came at her like this. Something had to change. This is no time to question the minor things, Annie wasn’t going to be bother by petty things like this, and she honestly wanted to know what Mikasa would do to her. This time. If she would finish what she had started. If she would-
Annie had to pause her train of thought, would I let her finish?
Annie’s mind jumped someplace she didn’t really want it going, this was suddenly a very troubling situation. Vulnerability was something Annie was train to not have. For Mikasa to even consider finishing Annie had to be completely defenseless-you stupid girl-you just let your guard down moments earlier. Have you forgotten? Annie’s eyes jolted at this fact.
But something else capture her attention, her wrists felt lighter, Mikasa was lifting her strength off them, her fingers started to fall off her slowly tracing down her forearms leaning forward closing their small gap and Annie capture a hurtful expression on her eyes. If only, if only she hadn’t witness that expression-there would had been nothing to stop Annie from escaping this situation. What of your curiosity? Have you forgotten? Do you not want to see this through once and for all? Conflicted as ever, Annie remain stoic. Her inner thoughts were getting the best of her. Mikasa had let her guard down fully before her, mimicking her earlier moves. Annie wasn’t sure what to make of this new found freedom, it was certainly not expected. She never would had imagine Mikasa being that expose to her. Mikasa leans closer and finally whispers into Annie’s ear “I wanted to kiss you again.” And presses her lips against her temple as her hands begin to cup Annie’s face gently. “I wanted to hold you again.” She adds in.
Whatever error Mikasa had made was already done, and she couldn’t go back on it. She couldn’t apologize either. It was her honest truth, she did wanted to see her again. She did wanted to kiss her once more. And the moment Annie left the mess hall, it was the worst moment of all because there was nothing she could do about it. She was the cost of this. Maybe if she was nicer about asking Annie out into this dark room would had suffice. Maybe words was all she needed. Maybe-just maybe.
Annie had closed her eyes as she let those words sink in, and all of a sudden, it just wasn’t fair. Her body began to shivered, she felt a pain across her chest. Her throat started to ache. Mikasa’s lips felt hotter against her. Her vision became so blurry. Everything became so awful. Her body stated shaking and she felt tears come out so violently, slowly but surely, she was struggling just to stay up on her feet.
Kindness.
Kindness was something she never expected. Not in this cruel World. And certainly not from the best in their class who she even considers a beast herself. Kindness was something that was offer to children from their parents, the love and support from dear ones just to make it through the day. Never to soldiers, never to any trainee in group 104. This. This- This was just unbearable. It just wasn’t fair.
Annie was crying. Silently. She could deal with the brute force that Mikasa delivered time and time again, she can deal with the pinning and man handling, but never kindness. Being aware of what was happening, Mikasa remains still in place and kisses her temple once more as she moves her thumb clearing off any tears Annie had shed breaking the flow. Annie grips on to Mikasa’s clothes trying her best to not fall as her leg begins to fidget. I mustn’t stumble. Not like this. Not now. Quicklydetermine, Annie summons the strength to regather her footing to see this through. She refuses to bow down to her, to lose her entire existence in this one moment. But it was just so damn painful. Everything just dawn on her, everything started to fall into place. Inside Annie was screaming.
Why couldn’t you just fuck me? Rape me. Take me everytime you wanted in secret. Why do you have to be so nice? Can’t you see? Can’t you see what you’re doing to me? You’re confusing me. You’re changing me. I AM the happiest with you, I must admit, but this is just too much. Why didn’t you take me as you pulled me into that door, why not like earlier in that vacant room? You kissed me against the floor, and I allow it, I wouldn’t mind if you had done that again, I really wouldn’t. But yet you go on and you do this. You make me want you, crave you, fight with my emotions, crave you more, disgrace myself, confuse myself. This is why we’re here now, with me crying, with you concern, all because you gave me something no one else has. Kindness. You’re not touching me, you’re ALLOWING me to cry, you’re not using force, you’re not pinning me down, turning me over, claiming me, fucking me on the floor which I know you can, and I wouldn’t have the strength to push you off, I probably wouldn’t have protested, scream for you to stop. I probably would had beg. Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to beg earlier? Can’t you see that I’m CONFUSE, make the choice for me. Claim me without me telling you. Fuck me. Do it already. WHY ARE YOU THIS CRUEL TO ME!?
Annie closed her eyes sharply as she let out a soft cried letting the tears flow down her as her own voice echo nothing but truth, harsh truths. Expose. That’s what it was. And it’s painful. Annie entire existence finds it focus as rage fills inside her. It amazed Annie how anger and despair were so coincided to the point of it being a blur line.
Frankly. I had enough. Taking matters into her own hands, she steps forward and sticks her tongue out and licks her jawline. Mikasa’s body quickly jolts at this new found sensation and takes a step back looking at Annie who was cleaning her tears off with her jacket looking at her with a small glare. Dissatisfaction was written on her face. Without hesitation Annie pulls her hand outward and grabs Mikasa’s scarf and yanks it towards her again forcing the brunette back into her; by all means necessary, she’ll be damn if there is a gap between them now. A gasp is heard escaping Mikasa’s lips as her body comes at Annie violently feeling partially choked from that pull that she quickly puts her own hands out to break her fall before crashing into her and Annie doesn’t waste time lowering the scarf down enough to see more of her skin and runs her tongue once more against it up to her jawline at a swift speed tasting her skin.
You’re mine.
To Annie, this was in her comfort zone. And she felt entitle to Mikasa’s body. That she is allow to do this to her.
Mikasa lets out another gasp and starts panting feeling her heart race at this sudden change of pace feeling heated inside. Annie starts to suck on her expose skin and Mikasa starts to feel dismantle. “Annie…” she whimpers feeling her cheeks fluster, her hands losing any strength they had left. Annie’s heart starts racing, she refuses to cry anymore like this, it’s all so meaningless. That’s what this is. Meaningless. Just two lonely people licking each other’s wounds. Just hoping to feel ‘good’ just for a moment. Suddenly, Annie’s focus is on Mikasa’s scarf, it was getting in the way of anything she wanted to do. She starts to unravel it off knowing she could do a much better job than Mikasa was led to believe in. Without this. Without holding back-
With reflexes like a beast, Mikasa summons all her strength back and brings Annie to a full stop. “No!” She shouts. Annie blinks once more trying to make sense of what was happening with her heart racing. She had to assess what was going on. Mikasa lets her go and takes a step back fixing her scarf. “Just don’t.” She said looking concern back at her and it finally hit Annie just what was the problem. The cause of all of this. Annie wasn’t being rejected, her former action was. This floor her.
"You’re such an asshole." Annie stated boldly as she balls her fists standing on her ground. She glare, she was partially hurt, partially angry and she’ll be damn if Mikasa was hurt by it. "Go back to Eren!" She shouted. It pained her to actually say it. A part of her wanted to laugh at the beautiful irony of this. The main reason why this would never work to begin with. It was always with her. She wasn’t going to compete for it. She simply had enough of this nonsense and started to make her way out. It wasn’t fair that she had to be the receiving end, the one to be always dominated, it was just so painfully sad. Fighting back her tears, Annie couldn’t really decide if they were tears of frustration, of how ironic this all was, or just because she was in pain. It all felt the same to her. It hurts. She quickly changed her footing and begins to aim for the door.
"Don’t ever say something so cruel!" Mikasa shouts as she makes a grab for Annie’s jacket determine to not have her leave. Annie wasn’t sure what her outburst was focusing on but right now, she wasn’t sure what she’d have to say to that. But she was certain of one thing: I had enough. ”Don’t touch me!” Annie cries out as she yanks her arm out of Mikasa’s reach feeling disgust take over her. “I don’t want none of it.” It was Mikasa’s turn to be confused. She was hurt. Badly. She had familiarize herself whenever Eren would reject her, and she didn’t lose sleep over it, she had grown accustomed to it. But not this. This was worst. Far worst. And she knew that if she let her be, Mikasa wouldn’t sleep for months. Her heart started to ache.
There. There it was; that very same expression that Annie had moments earlier. Had Mikasa paid closed attention she would had seen how much agony she had put her through that maybe she would had done something differently had known. How everything disperse into tears. Another thing we now share. It’s your turn to feel it. I promise you won’t like it.
"Ymir," The tiny blonde glanced up from her work, her face brightening up once she saw the older woman walk through the door. Their eyes met, and Ymir gave a soft smirk before shutting the door, a soft click sounding behind her. Krista stood up, watching as her friend and lover took off her shoes, and instantly reached out for a hug once the woman reached her vicinity. They held each other for a long while, both enjoying the quiet of being the embrace.
"Did you have a nice day?" Krista asked as she released Ymir and headed to the kitchen to prepare a simple snack for the both of them to share before dinner was to be served. Ymir gave out a sigh, smiling all the while as she plopped into Krista's abandoned chair. Krista returned the same smile as she approached the table, a plate of biscuits in hand.
"Originally, it was very crappy; Shadis was chewin' off my ass again because I hadn't been paying attention. Bastard should clean his eyes, since I was damn listening to his shit and focus his attention to Sasha. She keeps fuckin' eatin', that goddamn glutton," Her tone let on a bit of an enraged note as she recounted the highlights of her day, inserting exaggerated gestures when she felt was necessary. Krista quietly listened, adding quiet questions of clarification before urging Ymir to continue (which she happily did).
"It sounds like a real rough day," Krista muttered, placing her small hand over Ymir's. She squeezed it softly, and Ymir raised her eyebrows in exasperated agreement.
"You have no idea, Krista. Anyways, like I said, it was originally crappy. That was," An almost malicious smirk crossed her face as she leaned in, elbows on the table to support herself. There was a red smear coloring Krista's face, and Ymir took the grace to enlarge her smile. "until I saw you when I walked through the door." She finished with a quiet voice, taking Krista's warm face in her hands and placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "You never fail to cheer me." She mumbled against the other's forehead, going in for another peck.
Krista on the other hand was dying of flattery and embarrassment. She was thankful for having such an amorous lover, but she thought Ymir's compliments were a bit too much. She moved away from Ymir's grasp a bit, her bright cerulean eyes drifting to the table, to those charming brown that Ymir sported.
"A-All of that can't be true…" Krista muttered insecurely, her cheeks burning and her face getting splattered with red paint of embarrassment. Her eyes settled on Ymir's face long enough to watch it morph into an expression that she couldn't quite name, before she barked out a laugh. Krista tilted her head to the side, her confusion and curiosity overruling her previous emotions. "W-What…?"
It took a while for Ymir to calm down, and by the time she did, she was having trouble breathing while clutching her stomach as she released random fits of laughter. "Ah man. You did the thing again." She grinned a lazy smile, slouching in her seat.
"W-What thing?"
"The stutter thing! It happens when I just shower with comments of affection. I find it quite cute really." That trademark smirk of hers appeared again on her face. "Makes me want to get on one knee and propose to you."
"Y-Ymir!"
"Oh Krista, just marry me already."
"S-Shut up!"
X Just a Dream
"Krista! The hell are you?" Ymir bellowed, flinging the wooden door to the dorms. It was mostly empty, with neatly made beds and sheets. But there was a small lump near the back corner that no one really noticed unless you looked very carefully. Walking up to the buried person, Ymir yanked off the covers, revealing a curled up blonde, sleeping peacefully on her side. She let out an aura that pulled viciously on Ymir's cold heart, beckoning her to lie next to her. It was tempting, to say the least.
"Mm, Ymir…" Her tone was soft, with a hidden erotic note hidden somewhere. Ymir's eyebrow twitched up, a burning feeling in her chest. Who knew innocent Krista could sound like that.
But Ymir wasn't here to listen to Krista's case of somniloquy. She needed to wake her up in time so that the both of them wouldn't get yelled at by Shadis and eventually be denied food. So she shook the girl, softly at first to eventual shoves. Once Krista woke up, she was on the floor.
"What was that for?" She called out, climbing onto a kneeling position as she glowered from the opposite of the bed. Ymir rolled her eyes before turning to leave the collapsed blonde behind.
"Just waking you up to tell you that dinner was ready. Better get your ass in gear before Shadis finds out that we're both gone and forbids us breakfast and dinner for the entire month." Ymir recalled such a punishment when the strict instructor caught Sasha eating again during the morning routine. The girl had barely survived, and hung on to the dear bread that Krista had kindly provided (with Ymir's help).
By then, Krista already remembered the said consequences and was behind her tall companion. She muffled a quiet yawn, and wrapped her arms around her friend's waist.
Ymir stopped. She took a quick, bored glance at the fingers that were intertwined together, holding her close to the small, petite body behind her. She placed her larger hand on top, covering Krista's two. Offering a faint squeeze, she felt a soft hum of appreciation and the tightening of the other's grip.
"You know Ymir, we should sleep together tonight."
There was a brief pause. And then a, "What?"
"Because we should share a bed together. Isn't that what people do when they like each other?" Aside from curiosity, there was a mischievous tone, one that only appeared when they were alone together.
Ymir stayed silent, putting two and two together, before pursing her lips and slowly turning her head to look at Krista.
"Krista?"
"Yes?"
"What were you dreaming about?"
Krista offered a soft smile before releasing her and exiting the dorms without another word.
X I'm Yours
"Piss off, Braun!" A tan shadow loomed over the sitting blonde. Krista watched with fear, anxiety, and a tad bit of awe as she saw Ymir throw an impressive right hook to Reiner's jaw. The muscular male flew back a bit, landing on his back with a groan. Ymir cackled, spitting on Reiner's face before turning to return to her spot next to Krista. A small smile was on her face when she saw her friend backing away from the fight, but now it faded away immediately when she saw how quickly everything had escalated from a simple punch. Soon enough, she found herself trying to pry off the taller girl from Reiner.
"Ymir, that's enough!"
Ymir turned to Krista with a vehement stare, and the blonde instinctively backed away, hands up in a gesture of surrender. She chewed the inside of her bottom lip, almost positive that Ymir was going to try to punch Reiner to death, but sighed a breath of relief when she saw her wobbling to her feet. She threw the male a last glower before limping her way to Krista, wrapping her arm securely around her shoulders. It was an obvious gesture that yelled out, "Back off douche, she's mine."
"Let's go, Krista." Ymir blatantly stated, not giving the bleeding male behind her a second thought.
"You overdid it again, Ymir. If Reiner returns with injuries like that to class, who knows what's going to happen to you," There was a worried tone in her voice as Krista help support the taller's weight. There was an occasional grunt, and Krista couldn't help but wonder if Ymir was going to be facing expulsion; Ymir had one too many suspensions throughout the year, and it seems that the staff was starting to become exasperated with the delinquent. "Honestly, you should learn how to restrain yourself from getting into unnecessary tiffs."
Ymir slipped her arm away from Krista's grasp and allowed herself to flop onto the grass. It was a foolish move, and the impact only made her hiss in pain. She groaned out her exhaustion and agony, petting the spot of grass next to her. Krista just looked down on her with a look of disapproval on her face. Ymir fidgeted subtly under the heavy gaze and silence, flitting her eyes here and there.
Krista broke the silence. "You knew that was unnecessary."
Ymir bristled. "Unnecessary?! Krista, Reiner was trying to get his grubby hands on you again. The bastard needs to know to fuck off."
"He was just asking the homework for Levi's class!"
"And I bet that includes calling you endearing names like 'Angel' and 'Goddess,' yeah?" She spat out blood, the spittle foaming a bit. She turned her glare up to the tiny blonde, who had decided against a retort. The wind blew a bit, annoyingly mussing up their hair and sending chills up their arms.
"I'm yours."
Ymir quirked an eyebrow while giving Krista a confused glare. "Excuse me?"
Krista extended her arms out, to cup Ymir's bruised and bloody face in her hands. Her touch was gentle and comforting, to say the least. "I said I'm yours."
"And that means?"
"It means that I'm yours no matter what." She gave one of her sweetest smiles, and Ymir's cold heart seemed to melt a bit.
"Marry me." Ymir blurted, giving in to a rare smile.
Krista blinked, a rising blush filling her cheeks. "What?"
"Nothing, my little Angel."
"Oh God, she's here again," Ymir groaned, shifting her bag up her shoulder. She gave a menacing glare at the small blonde that waited for her beside the open gate, a giddy smile that just screamed excitement. Unlike the jubilance the girl expressed Ymir scowled and shuffled past the blonde.
"Good morning, Ymir!" She chirped, skipping alongside the taller girl. Ymir gave a grumble as greeting and picked up her strides to lose the girl. As usual, it was a vain attempt and Ymir found herself half-listening half-ignoring the girl's morning rants and rambles about various subjects. A small hand clasped around her forearm, and she looked down on the small girl beside her.
"What do you want?" She grumbled, stopped in her tracks. Her bored eyes trailed the head of blonde hair as she stood in front of her. Ymir thought she was going to go blind by the way her blue eyes shone in the dim light of the school building. Looking down, she saw various math problems, and a space that was left blank near the bottom right corner. The answer was very apparent to her, but Ymir knew that the blonde had a difficult time understanding this particular subject. "You didn't get it?"
The blonde smiled sheepishly. "A bit…?"
Ymir raised an eyebrow and snatched the parchment out of the girl's hands. "God, how'd you manage to get to this grade?" She mumbled under her breath plopping into her designated seat. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a mechanical pencil. She clicked it several times before the lead poked out, and she went on to solving the problem, roughly describing her procedure to the girl, who nodded in understanding.
"Oh, I get it now!" She exclaimed. Ymir rolled her eyes.
"Whatever Krista," Krista giggled and took her homework away from the tanned girl, shoving in the front pocket of her book bag.
"Did you do the homework for Hanji's class?" She asked, sitting in the desk beside Ymir. The tanned girl made a guttural sound of approval before turning her head to look out the window, her chin resting on an open palm.
"She hardly assigns anything when compared to Levi and Shadis." She commented, her tone deadpan. There was some sort of finality in her voice that stopped the conversation, leaving an awkward silence in its wake.
"What period do you have her?" Krista asked.
"Third."
"Cool."
Silence.
Each word seemed like an added weight, and the silence grew heavier. Long minutes passed before Ymir turned her head to look at the blonde. Krista was reading a book, but raised her head when she noticed the movement in her peripheral vision.
"Why do you always talk to me?" Ymir asked, her monotone voice hiding a note of curiosity. "I mean, there are other people that you could talk to like Reiner, Connie, Sasha, and all of them," Ymir furrowed her eyebrows together, narrowing her eyes at the blonde. "But out of the entire fucking school, you decide to talk to me, one of the most intimidating girls here."
Krista fidgeted, folding the corner of her page before clapping the book closed. "I do talk to them, but I don't exactly enjoy it as much as I enjoy talking to you," Krista offered a small smile. "There's something about our little talks that I enjoy."
The bell rang, it tinny squeals echoing through the room. Krista stood up and walked over to her own desk in the front of the room. Ymir watched her sit down before averting her gaze to the morning view.
"Something about our little talks, huh?" Ymir mumbled into her hand.
Ymir didn't know exactly what, but that phrase had a nice ring to it. Maybe there was something about their little talks that Ymir enjoyed to. She smiled into her hand, watching the sun poking out.
"Yeah, that's probably it," she finished quietly.
X Six Weeks
It has been six weeks. Six fucking weeks since Krista had left on her business trip. With no other way of entertainment aside from the bland channels on TV and the repetitive songs on the radio, Ymir was dying of boredom as she lied on the couch, staring at the white ceiling of their apartment. A leg was dangling off to the edge, while the other was resting on top of the cushions. The dangling leg was swinging softly, a steady metronome that kept a steady beat of boredom.
Groaning, she heaved herself up and made her way to the kitchen; if there was nothing to do in the living room, there must be something to do in the kitchen. Or at least she hoped so. Once she opened the fridge, her dream died quickly as she stared at the emptiness that occupied inside. Ymir slammed the door closed, rattling the half-empty jars that were inside. Sighing, she opened a door that housed packaged foods. Ymir reached for the ramen package, tearing it open.
By then, Ymir had the suspicion that someone was in her apartment. She was positive that she locked the door. Or at least I think so.
A scuffle of feet and Ymir's hand flew to the handle of the pot and she brandished it like a long sword. A whimper of resignation came from the small blonde in front of her, who had her tiny hands covering her face. Her cerulean eyes poked out from their lids, and an unsure yet greeting smile was on her face. It nothing more than a split second for Ymir to recognize who she was, and the blonde was crying in delight as she swung around in Ymir's arms.
"W-Why are you back early?" Ymir asked with a rare grin on her face as she placed the petite woman on her feet. Krista had the same expression.
"I asked Erwin for a leave early since we did so well with our negotiation with Pixis," Krista loosely explained, knowing how easily bored her tall lover can be when she talked about her business. Ymir nodded her head enthusiastically, not understanding a bit of what the petite blonde had said. But who gave a damn? She was back!
"Okay, okay. So the question is, how long are you staying before you go on your other trip?" Ymir asked, her grin rushing off and her ardor trampled. Krista still had her smile on her face, and it grew impossibly bigger.
"Two months or so."
"Two months," Ymir's jaw slacked. Krista laughed at her stupid expression. She nodded, and Ymir's grin came running back.
"So now we have more time to ourselves, hm?" Krista mumbled, pulling her lover close to her. Ymir hummed, enveloping her arms around the blonde.
"Yeah."
"You just ate fast food and ramen when I was gone, didn't you."
Ymir scoffed. "You know I can't cook for shit, Krista."
Krista laughed and pulled away from the embrace, making her way to the stove. "I know, I know," she said, as she opened the fridge door. Clicking her tongue at the lack of ingredients, Krista turned to Ymir. "You wouldn't mind buying some stuff for me, would you?"
Ymir grinned, grabbing her keys that were on the counter. "Of course, my little Krista." They returned a grin to each other, leaning in for a soft peck on the lips before going their separate ways.
Six weeks of boredom ain't so bad if Krista comes back early, Ymir bemusedly thought, closing the apartment door behind her.
X Dirty Paws
Krista scowled as she gazed on Ymir's bloody and muddy palms. Disappointedly, she looked up at the taller girl, who had averted her gaze and decided to look at the plain wall of the infirmary. Sighing heavily through her mouth, Krista reached out for a cleaning cloth that she had already soaked. Delicately and deftly, she wiped away the crusty grime on Ymir's hands.
"How'd you get like this, Ymir?" Krista asked as she turned over Ymir's hand. There was less dirt on the back, but still dirty nonetheless. Ymir mumbled something that sounded faintly of "It's none of your business." Of course, Krista would have none of that, and asked the question more firmly.
Feeling like she had no choice but to comply with the blonde's demands, she answered the question. "I got into a fight with Connie and Reiner," she mumbled below her breath. Ymir glanced at Krista, expecting to see her wrath glowering furiously in her eyes, her shoulders quivering with suppressed anger. Instead she was met with a worried and almost scared look, and it caught her off guard.
"You weren't hurt, right?"
"…No?"
Krista let out an air of relief. "Good," Ymir offered a smirk, but Krista shot it down with a maternal glare. "But going into another fight isn't going to help solve things. If Shadis gets whiff of this, then you're head is going to be gone." She shivered at the thought, and went back to cleansing Ymir's hands.
"It's their fault for starting it," Ymir interjected softly. Krista paid her no mind.
"You keep getting your paws dirty," Krista sighed for the umpteenth time, throwing the red and brown cloth in the basin of water. It sloshed about before settling a moment later.
Ymir gave silent thanks before raising an eyebrow. "My paws?" She asked, glancing at her clean hands. As far as she knew, she wasn't an animal. Of course, I'm not necessarily human either, she quickly thought, before pushing it away.
Her cheeks burned, and Krista turned away to prevent Ymir from seeing her red cheeks. "Yeah, 'cause…I get the impression you're like a wolf, you know. And if you're a wolf, and you keep getting your hands dirty, then you have dirty paws…" She mumbled incoherently to herself. Of course, Ymir was a sharp person, and managed to capture each word Krista was saying.
"So if I'm a wolf, then you're the little innocent bunny, right?" Ymir had a lazy grin on her face, and Krista whipped her head around, her cheeks fuming red, while wearing an adorable pout as an expression.
"F-Forget it!"
"My little bunny," Ymir teased, laughing.
A headbutt from the blonde made her shut up.
