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Devil

Words: 2408 | Rating: T

Series: AOT

Pair: Annie Leonhardt & Eren Jaeger

For ereannieweek 2022, Day 1: Drama / Comedy

Vice Commander Leonhardt secretly trails after her underling, Falco as he leads Reiner Braun to a basement where an old friend awaits.

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It seemed obvious they were being led into a trap.

Annie would've suspected her fellow compatriot to use his common sense as to why he had been asked to trail after their underling to some unknown area, "How much longer, Falco?" Reiner grumbled, scrubbing a hand over his cropped blond hair.

"It's right around the corner Mister Braun!"

Annie stayed hidden within the shadows, keeping her distance as she followed the two on silent feet towards their secret location. The little warrior and candidate for the Armored titan, Falco Grice, had asked Reiner to accompany him— "Mister Braun can you come with me for a second, it's really important!" He exclaimed with a broad smile on his face, just as they were filing into the outside auditorium with rest of Marley's Eldian soldiers'.

Annie Leonhardt had given Falco a look of suspicion. But their Chief, Zeke Jaeger, however, was unperturbed. "Go on ahead, we still have time." He spared a glance to his wristwatch.

Annie watched them leave, trepidation coursing through her. She stayed a minute longer before making the excuse of having to escort her handicapped father to the ceremony. Zeke warned her that she'd miss the opening for the Helos play, but she waved him off. It is not that she didn't trust Falco Grice, he was a good kid, a hardworking soldier if not a bit naïve, but there was an inkling that his innocence was being preyed upon.

It was that he suddenly appeared to… preppy as the celebration grew nearer. She assumed it was merely for the festivities and unbridled childish excitement for fried foods and balloons. But it was more than that. Falco had been running off somewhere every weekday, usually after drills. She paid no mind to that at first, because she'd imagined the boy was meeting with his parents, an uncle or an aunt. Eager to spend time with his family.

It wasn't until she spotted Falco rushing to deliver a note outside of the Liberio Gates that she figured something was out of the ordinary for the little warrior boy. Mail that was distributed within the internment zone was usually sent to the Post office. Mail that was to be sent outside the internment zone was dropped off at the P.O box just outside the entrance.

Falco had no family outside of Liberio, it was only curiosity and slight suspicion that drove Annie to wait until the boy was out of sight to approach the gates. She retrieved a napkin from her pocket and folded it to pass it off as a letter, making up the excuse that she was delivering a love letter to a boyfriend at a guard who merely rolled his eyes in response.

The mailbox was filled to the brim with letters, some likely stuffed full of money and some lumpy, containing trinkets and family heirlooms. Whether they'd be in transit by tomorrow is a gamble. Mail is always passed through a security check before being sent off to Eldian families around the country.

Falco had dropped his letter right atop the stack of others. No one had come after him besides herself, and so she was able to retrieve his letter without much trouble. It was also easily identifiable because it hadn't been addressed to anyone. Annie stuck her arm into the box and plucked out the blank envelope.

She turned to look behind her, and watch the tall guards who shuffled about, their attention more so on their shiny boots than on her. Annie swiftly opened the letter and scanned for a name, an address, anything. She didn't recognize any of the surname's addressed in the letter.

The contents discussed the celebration that was going to be had at Liberio, the time, the date, the important people that would be there. But what was damning was that it had been written in shorthand. Falco had never succeeded in writing shorthand, and this was almost perfect. Had it been written by a family member?

The letter was addressing a group— but there was no mention of distant Grice brothers, sisters, aunts or uncles. Annie would have assumed it friends. But it's to… formal, as if… as if speaking to a superior.

"And last, I look forward to seeing you all at the Liberio Internment Zone, Southside. 20:00." Annie mumbled. Quickly rereading. There was that ticklish feeling in her chest. Feathers brushing over the innards of her breastbone—Falco is just a kid… trained a soldier, yes. But he's still a child. Even she had made mistakes as a brat all those years ago.

Falco was also loyal to the Marley as that Gabi girl, or at least she'd have to assume he was. But he's susceptible to the trickery of others. Falco Grice wouldn't risk his hide and the livelihoods of his family to secretly deliver letters to the enemy, would he? And this letter, that was clearly not written by him… could have equally been written by an enemy and given to Falco to deliver. The surnames could even be codenames.

The boy wouldn't willingly do it. She wanted to give Falco the benefit of the doubt. He was being used, for sure. And the writer, was hiding within these very walls.

At that point, one of the guards behind her spat, "What are ya' doing?! Ya' better not be stealing. I'd have to hand you in!"

Annie quickly folded the letter back into its envelope, "Oh no, Sir. I was just rereading the letter I wrote to my beloved. I miss him oh so dearly."

The guard scoffed and ushered her to hurry it up. And without any doubt, Annie had dropped the letter back into the mailbox, assuring it'd be delivered to its unknown recipients, unsealed.

She did not dwell on why she hadn't simply kept it and foil the plans of whomever was conspiring against them.

She told herself, it would be bait, to lure them out. Annie had been right to follow Reiner and Falco. As now Falco was leading the man down into the cellar of a tenement building just overlooking the stage. As if that wasn't suspicious enough, Reiner made no comment of it, too much in the dreary state that he was.

Annie would've stopped Reiner and Falco in their tracks before they'd even head down into the wolfs den; turn them away. Go down herself; but she was afraid of being in dark underground spaces—rather she was cautious of them.

And she didn't know if she herself was being followed, despite looking over her shoulder more than once. All she needed was confirmation that they were meeting with the recipient of the letter.

Annie came as far as the stairway; and approached the door as soon as it shut, very briefly she'd glimpsed Falco & Reiner being bathed in an orange glow by a single lamp lit within, and a seated silhouette before them, just as the door obstructed her view.

Annie pressed herself against the wooden door. Mindful not to put all her weight on it and strained to hear above the raucous noise of the families above them.

It proved to be difficult. But she did hear a gruff voice that did not belong to Reiner. Though that voice blended so well with Reiner's, she practically couldn't tell the two apart. She didn't hear Falco. The thunderous applause above was deafening. So, those two were trapped in there now with an island devil. Annie sighed; will she have to make herself seen? Confront whoever was behind that door and reveal their involvement with Falco. With Reiner? Or… or she could report it to the Chief—as she should have done from the start. Stupid. She clenched her teeth in frustration. She'll go now.

Annie heard Reiner give a pleading cry, a thump sounded as if a body fell to the ground. She backed away, but it was too late. The door was being opened, creaking on its hinges, and she was bathed in that fiery orange glow as if standing in front of the mouth of hell.

"Come in Annie, don't be shy." Spoke that gruff voice, Annie looked down to see Falco holding the door open, tears staining his botchy red cheeks. "I'm sorry Miss Annie I didn't…" He whimpered.

He didn't know. "it's alright." She reassured him, and herself. Annie walked into the cellar, masking herself in confidence to the face that she remembered from four years ago.

"I should've known it was you, Eren." Annie spared a glance to Reiner's trembling form on the floor by Eren's feet, he was hunched forward, sobbing quietly. The idiot. But she couldn't condemn Reiner without condemning herself as well.

Eren was standing before her, above Reiner. His hair was long, messy around his shoulders, and bandages covered his right eye, he was unkempt and dressed haphazardly as a veteran soldier. Eren held his hand out to her—as if beckoning her to take it. Annie eyed the blood that pooled in his palm and dripped red onto the floorboards. She flicked the ring of her middle finger.

"Don't." Eren narrowed his eyes. "You'll kill them all."

He meant the families above.

"You'll do the same." Annie was caught between a rock and hard place. This wasn't a negotiation setup, but a trap. There might have been a time where she and Eren can talk. That time in Stohess… Where he and Armin pleaded for her to come down into a dark confined tunnel—just so she could be captured.

She could almost laugh at the irony now.

"Where is everyone?" She looked around the dark corners of the basement.

Eren cocked his head, the green of his eye was dark and twinkling like a dying ember in the light of the lamp. "You didn't tell anyone did you, you came here alone."

He said it as if it were fact. But he couldn’t know for sure. She didn't have to reveal anything. She could bluff. Annie stepped forward, speaking louder to be overheard against the booming voice of Willy Tybur above. "I told Zeke and Commander Magath, they've already prepared an ambush to trap you, and all who came with you to this country as we speak."

Eren hummed. "That's no good. I don't think I can take my brother in a fight. Much less you, and Reiner…" he looked down at said soldier who winced at his attention, "that's quite an unfair advantage."

"Then surrender." Annie lifted her chin, "Whatever plan you have, let it go. And the soldiers who came with you won't suffer."

"Generous. That must be the Vice Commander side of you talking, it certainly doesn't sound like the Annie I knew."

She scoffed, "You never knew me."

Eren's bloodied hand shot out capturing her own, taking Annie by surprise. The slick of his blood coated her skin, she grimaced and tried to pull away, but his grip was iron.

"Let go."

"Don't I know you? I know you all were forced into this." Eren's single murky green eye bore into Annie, the pity he was conveying unnerved her. "You were four clueless kids, sent off to that island without knowing a thing."

Reiner choked on a sob, "Eren, please… Just punish me instead. Take me prisoner, leave… leave them out of this… I'll pay the penance." The blond man's head dropped low, fists clenched on the floorboards, "That day Marcel died… Bertolt and Annie wanted to abort the mission, but it was me who pushed forward with it, I convinced them not to abandon our goal… I made them keep going… yes, I wanted to survive, but—But I also wanted to be a hero! That's why I always acted like everyone's big brother too… I wanted people to respect me. To notice me."

Reiner's golden eyes were wide, wet with tears as he stared up at the other man, "I wasn't shaped by Marley's history or my environment… it was my selfishness that made the choice. It was my fault! Your mother was eaten because of me! Thousands died because of me! Bertolt died because of… because of me." He sniffled; trembling hands reached out to clutch onto the cuffs of Eren's pants. "Just kill me… I beg you… I want to disappear."

Annie couldn't speak, staring down at the grieving man. Her tongue heavy as lead in her mouth. Up above on the stage full of spotlights, Willy Tybur declared war on the island devils. His voice righteous, and hysterical. Tears shone in his eyes as well.

Below. Eren Jaeger, the island devil, smiled woefully.

"Annie." His unusual soft tone made her snap at attention to him, "Why didn't you turn in my letter to authorities when you had the chance?"

She opened her mouth, no sound coming out. Eren's bloody grip on her hand loosened some, but she knew she was already caught.

He then turned to Reiner, "Stand up Reiner. I get it now." Annie could feel the tension shift in the room—the crackle of electricity being shot from their joined hands, jolted straight down her spine. She gasped.

"I'm the same as you."

The hairs on her neck stood, "Falco!" She turned to the stunned boy by the door, "Forget about us, run. Go! Go!"

"I think… we were born this way."

Reiner rose to his feet as if hypnotized. Falco hadn't fled yet. He was paralyzed with fear. Everything was happening too fast, and too slow. Too late.

"I just keep moving forward…"

Her hand slipped from Eren's, stained with his blood. The trick ring on her finger glinted red in the lamplight, the needle stabbed into the thin skin. Reiner made a movement in her sideview.

A piercing bolt split the air.

"Until my enemies are destroyed."

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dorminchu · 18 hours

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the sky and what's left above it

Summary: 1919: The day after the wedding.

a/n: Technically, it's in the same universe-soup as Between Heaven & Earth, but I couldn't find a narratively appropriate spot for it, so uh, here you go. Smut below the cut.

In the hotel, she rolled over, naked under thin sheets. The window was shut. Sunlight filtering in through curtains. The candle was still on the end-table, wick frozen in a coagulated wax pool.

The previous Vice-Captain of the Warrior Unit and humanity's greatest pariah since Wilhelm Tybur. It wasn't as if either of them would be of use to Marley without their powers. Living vestiges of a more savage time in mankind's history. Annie was willing to let the more impassioned Warriors take up that diplomantic mantle in her stead.

Eren, on paper, should've been a better choice despite the controversy. But he'd refused. He was just another soldier. If his own country wouldn't take him back, that was as much an answer as he'd wait for.

Elopement was a better deal than being sent to Heaven. There was no one to invite on Eren's side, and Annie agreed to secrecy, but Galliard and Finger and Braun showed up to congratulate them anyway. It was Grice's brother that tipped them off. The officant in the courthouse had been understanding. Her father's silence was itself a blessing.

Three years didn't leave much room for error and she'd had plenty for regrets. With any luck, this decision wouldn't ever become one of them. Or she wouldn't live to see the day.

An impression of his body against crumpled sheets. Eren must have gone out while she was sleeping.

She took the opportunity to wash up, throwing on an older shirt and some chinos. Her wristlet was in her jacket pocket. Late morning. She'd fallen asleep with his arm around her waist. It was the first time in a while they'd slept in the same bed for more than a couple of hours, but neither of them seemed to manage more than six. On the train out of Liberio, he'd kissed her knuckles, where a ring ought to be, and told her he loved her.

She passed her thumb along the spot. He ought to have left a note, at least. They were supposed to take a train to Mer tonight. From there, they'd board a boat and get out of Marley and make a new home in one of the Mid-Eastern countries.

The door opened. Eren walked in. He resembled the old disguise, sans the lack of leg. Sunlight caught the circles under his eyes. He looked at her and shifted into a friendlier demeanor.

"I thought I'd woken you."

Annie shrugged. "I woke up late."

Eren walked over. "Just got the tickets. We could get something to eat," he began, "the train isn't due to leave until this afternoon," but she'd wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his chin. He'd need another shave, though he couldn't grow much of a beard. A soft sound of surprise stuck in his throat before he tipped his head down.

"Will you come to bed?" she whispered.

He chuckled. Slipping under the circle of her arms, he glanced at his own wristlet. "Yeah," he husked, shrugging out of the suit, unfastening his trousers, "I'll be with you in a moment."

She sat on edge of the bed, Eren dropped to his knees in front of her.

She slid her leg across his shoulder and he seemed to get the idea. Turning to kiss her thigh. A fist in his hair tugged him forward, and he husked out a laugh that went right to her aching flesh.

Time fell away. Her shaky breaths and his slow lapping. Stifling a moan, her head craned back to meet the sheets. Her face in the crook of her elbow. His hand groped about, finding hers atop his head and squeezing. There wasn’t a defense against tenderness.

Afterward, he pushed himself up to kiss her belly, breasts. Nudged her arm aside to steal a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck. When he came up for air, she had him in a headlock. Eren didn't seem to mind. His thumb dipped between her legs. Rough half-circles. Her jaw snapped open. Just as his rhythm picked up, he pulled away to step out of his chinos. She sucked in a breath closer to a sob. She wasn't sure how much more teasing she could take.

He stopped. "Does that hurt?"

"N-no," she panted, mouth curling, "I just—need you."

Talking felt like a waste of breath, so she lifted her hips. His arm slipped under her waist, braced her against his thighs, as he reached down to guide himself. She took a deep breath as he entered, getting comfortable with his size. His lips on her throat. Curve of her chin. Their mouths brushed, too slight for a kiss.

With each roll of his hips, the billow of uneven breaths against each other’s skin, it wasn't desperate. Heat flooding to the rest of her body and his feverish skin. A thread of longing beneath the tenderness. Sex had always been a pragmatic distraction. A means of assertion where words wouldn’t suffice. What else could it be to a Warrior? The child that survived would outlive its parents. If anyone was going to screw an Eldian into her, might as well be him.

Next thrust, the metal bedframe knocked against the wall. A voice on the other side shouted in Marleyan, something about whether they were in a whorehouse.

“Fuck off!” she barked. Last time she’d had to break up fights, she was still living in Liberio. She could never afford to be preoccupied like this. She glanced at Eren. Expression on his face was endearing. "Don't stop," she muttered, switching back to Eldian.

"M'not." Forehead to hers, he took a breath. Pushing himself upright, he squeezed her thigh and muttered, “You’re noisy.”

A year's habitation bled into his voice, blunted his vowels. With a flush burning on her face, she huffed. “You talk like a tourist.”

“Yeah,” switching to accented Marleyan. With his mouth just under her ear, he'd feel how badly she was shaking."Want me to fuck you harder?"

She wriggled back against him. Hiccupy little groans and sighs tumbled from her mouth with each slap of his hips. “That’s it,” he purred, at an angle that made her voice jump another octave. “Take me so well. Made for me, weren’t you?”

Annie would've smirked, but in the throes could only bite her fist. Stealing kisses from the corner of her mouth. Her legs wrapped around his back, spurring him on. An earnest lover, despite his inelegance. Annie couldn't complain.

Release creeping up faster than she could articulate. Her body tightening of its own accord. Their eyes met, and she couldn't keep it together, spine arching, dragging him in the undertow. Eren grabbed the headboard, rhythm turning sloppy. A gasp ripped out of him like he'd been punched and he held himself on trembling arms. Slumped across her as if he'd been shot. She ran a hand through his short-cropped hair. He'd never taken his shirt off.

His breathing evened out before hers. His mouth grazed her cheek. "That good?" She hummed, eyes closed. A warm, firm kiss made her head swim. Pushing himself up, he smoothed her hair from her face. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I’m resting my eyes.”

"There'll be time for that on the train."

He had a little come on his nose. She smirked and thumbed it away, the way Dreyse used to correct her lipstick. He blinked. The ridiculousness of the idea, their situation, caught up with her. Annie started snickering. After a tentative moment, he joined in. Haze of relief, post-coital, lowered her defenses.

"I love you," she said.

His eyes flickered to hers, as if he'd misheard. Annie reached up and touched his face. He kissed the heel of her palm and whispered, "Love you, too."

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