A compilation of Fics that I riffled through on Tumblr.
IN school life, maybe?
"Annie and Mikasa secretly have a thing. like just a thing where they fuck angrily and stuff, but at school they don’t even talk and when they do its like INTENSE SNARK comments thrown at each other its just like foreplay for them but they are so bad at keeping it a secret like IMPRESSIVELY Annie will come over to Mikasa’s House,she comes through the window or something and they’ll do the thing then Annie will leave and she’ll forget her shirt and then Eren does the laundry and is like “Mikasa isn’t this Annie’s??” “no” “I’m pretty sure IT IS IT HAS HER LAST NAME ON IT” and Mikasa is just the worst liar like “NO IT IS NOT HERS LEONHARDT IS A BRAND TOO” “MIKASA SHE WORE THIS YESTERDAY”"
Or in another case:
"I feel like Mikasa is not only bad at telling lies, but also really bad at pick up lines, and really bad at flirting(unless its unintentionally done) in that AU.
I can just imagine after Mikasa makes it known that she’s trying to woo Annie, Mikasa shows up at the cafe with Petra there to guide her, and she orders her usual. Petra insists Mikasa do or say something because doing nothing won’t help. Finally, Mikasa relents, and writes something on the check. When Annie gets the bill, Mikasa’s written on it
"Mikasa is su kasa" with a little heart at the end and her number.
And Annie not only thinks it’s the fucking stupidest thing she’s ever seen (though she thinks it’s somewhat cute), but she thinks it’s for Reiner (because why would it be for her) and nothing is solved. Mikasa just sips dejectedly at her mocha latte because, to her, it makes no sense why none of her advances are working, while Petra rants to her about how it actually kind of makes sense why none of her advances are working."
Together in a normal world:
"where mikasa has had a hard day at work and she really loves her job but it stresses her out a lot. when she goes home for the day she just melts into the couch and ignores the world but annie comes home and she notices something’s off so she just touches mikasa’s shoulder to let her know she’s there and walks away. mikasa assumes she’s giving her space but annie comes back in a few minutes with a mug of tea and just sits down next to her and gives her the tea. and as mikasa is drinking annie takes her hair tie out and uses it on mikasa’s hair instead and puts her hair off of her neck in a lil bun and massages her shoulders. and annie doesn’t ask her about her day, doesn’t make her talk about it, she’s just there for her. and eventually they end up cuddling on the couch w/ annie’s hair all messy and they’re drinking tea from the same mug.
and they’re just perfect girlfriends who don’t need to talk to communicate or comfort each other. "
How would they be in bed?
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"In the morning, just as it begins to lighten outside, Annie sinks down on the edge of Mikasa’s bed as she pulls on her socks and boots. When her weight settles on the mattress, Mikasa always curls toward her in her sleep; when she finally wakes, her eyes will be heavy and blank until they find Annie, and then she’ll reach for Annie, pull her down and kiss her. The intimacy is becoming familiar, almost ordinary, but Annie still doesn’t know how to grasp for it on her own. She waits, instead. "
In the case were Annie were to awake from her crystalized form:
"The defenseless blonde sat in silence. Her back tilted against the cold stone wall. Her arms lifted by the metal chains that were barred to the wall behind. She dropped her head onto her bent knees as she heard the echo of footsteps reach her ears from down the wall. The room was suddenly lit my the single torch the person was carrying outside her cell. She lifted her head slowly, the red of the scarf hitting her eyes like a dart.
"Mikasa-"
"Annie grabs fistfuls of her hair and kisses her likes she’s been starving, aching to kiss Mikasa for every moment they’ve ever been apart, and she tastes like blood in Mikasa’s mouth. Mikasa wants to spit it back at her, wants to call her traitor as if that will finally sever them from each other, but her fingers still find Annie’s hips like they belong there, and she doesn’t make a sound. "
So Annie is like 5’1 and Mikasa is 5’7 and I don’t know just SEEING the height difference even just written is so fucking cute
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"Words don’t broker easy between them, they never have and perhaps won’t ever yet that does nothing to halt the way that she stalks up the taller woman who cast in crimson and ebony, an expression of determination etched upon porcelain visage. She cares not for the audience that may surround them or the gawking eyes beholding the scene about to be played out. Too long have they bickered and teased if only to come to a solemn stance and stare, begin and tepid.
“– Ackerman,” she calls out before gripping the other woman by the lapels of her Legion jacket, yanking towards a corded yet lithe form. She gives her no real time to respond, knowing that a whispered tease lingers on the edge of the prodigies tongue like spice. It’s an easy motion to arch on her toes, effectively pulling the other down to reach enough just to crush her mouth against her own.
There is little to no resistance that she meets as her mouth slants across the others, teeth nipping in modest assault of physical demand as callused fingers move to wind into inky tresses. Smoke, jasmine, and lilac overwhelm her senses, lingering on her lips and tongue while a groan rumbles in the back of her throat in wanton way. With breathy notion, her teeth tug at the other’s lower lip, intending on bruising the plump flesh before pulling back with hooded oceanic irises watching the delayed expression.
“That’s for being so damn insufferable all the time,” comes her snort before hands slip from the taller’s hair and back down to smooth the lapels she so rudely gripped earlier. "
Hahahah. I had fun going through these. They make for a fun read, and this compilation is bringing me one step closer to writing my own fiction from the molds of personalities and ideas given. I can't wait until I find the perfect time and feeling needed to do this. (So looking forward to it).
