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[No one hits quite like Annie Leonhart. That hook to the jaw sends him stumbling to the side, one hand coming up to briefly touch the tender spot. It's worse than a punch to the face, really, that rejection - but Eren doesn't glare or lash out. His eyes are on the ground, and the corners of his mouth are lifting.

[He laughs - croaking, hoarse, and cruel.

[Does he derive pleasure from that shattered, broken tone? Not by a long shot; in fact, he feels quite possibly more miserable than he's ever been. Whatever's left of his heart is swallowed by the black void that's dead set on replacing it. They will never be those two young cadets again.]

If that's what you want, you shouldn't have pushed me away.

[Cruel, cruel, cruel - he wants to make her hurt. He wants to make her as empty and cold as he feels. He wants her to suffer. He wants her. He wants her. He wants her.]

[ Eren stumbles away. She’d hoped the sight would make her feel better, but instead she feels sick to her stomach. Her blood runs cold, stomach dropping — is this going to be the last straw for him? She can’t defeat the Founding Titan — but he doesn’t attack, not even as he laughs like a madman. ]

You’re sick. [ Annie pointedly wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand. ] Fucking sick, you piece of shit. [ More cursing than she’s prone to, but this is a situation that calls for it, she decides. ] There’s something wrong with you. There’s always been something wrong with you.

What is it, Annie? What's wrong with me?

[What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? But the cruel, mocking air remains, even as his laughter and smile fade.]

I'd like to know. I'd like to hear it from your mouth.

[ Does he want to know? Does he really want to know? Well, fine. Since he asked so nicely. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. ]

You have a god complex, you think you’re better than everyone else, you have serious anger issues, your sense of right and wrong is completely fucked up, and oh. Your want to destroy humanity. Did I forget something?

[ Her voice raises as she talks, hands balling into fists at her sides. He’s infuriating, and she wants to scream and cry and tear her hair out and kiss him again. (Kissing him had been like coming home.) ]

[God complex? Sure. Check. But can you really blame him when the power of a god has been thrust upon him? He thinks he's better than everyone else. Wrong. He knows he's the worst piece of shit that ever lived. Anger issues? Check. Right and wrong? Subjective and useless. Nothing's right in this world. Destroy humanity? Yep. Seems she hasn't forgotten much.]

That's right, Annie.

All those years ago, when you, Reiner, and Bertholdt launched an attack on my home, you didn't realize what you were awakening. And now those of you left alive have your tail between your legs.

Are you going to stop me? Are you going to kill me, Annie?

Can you?

[ She isn’t going to argue with him about the particulars of why she and Reiner and Bertholdt launched an attack on Paradis. This is why, she wants to say, but she doesn’t. That isn’t an argument she’s going to win. Instead, she turns to the idea of killing him, which is a far more pressing issue. She wants to kill him. She’d told Mikasa and Armin and Reiner and the others as much. She’d looked them in the eyes and told them that Eren Jeager needed to die.

And yet.

And yet she doesn’t know if she’d be able to kill him. The thought makes her physically ill. She hopes that the nausea doesn’t show on her face. ]

I should have killed you back when we were cadets.

I wouldn't have let you.

I'm not meant to die at your hands, Annie. I wouldn't insult myself that way.

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[ He says now that he wouldn’t have, but Annie can’t help but wonder. He’d been so vulnerable then. So young. How easy would it have been to wrap her hands around his neck and squeeze? To slide a knife between his ribs while his mouth was against hers?

It’s too late now, though. ]

An insult. Because you’re so much better than me.

[ She had thought that was true, once. Now she knows better. ]

That's wrong. What you said.

I don't think I'm better than anyone.

I'm stronger. I'm more powerful. You said I had a god complex, but you fail to realize I've become one.

But no. I'm no better than you, Annie. We're both monsters.

[His arm raises, and his fingers unfurl; he's reaching for her, offering his hand. Come. Be close. It's only us here now. The end of the world can wait the length of a kiss. Don't deny me.]

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[ That last part, at least, is true. They both are stained in blood, equally guilty in the deaths they have caused. As much as Annie wishes she could take the high ground, she can’t. Sure, Eren is worse in terms of sheer scale of killing, but are one thousand lives really worth more than one hundred?

She eyes his hand, wary. She wants to take it, to squeeze until the little bones of his wrist grind together, to hold it like something precious. And really, every moment that he’s here with her is a moment that he isn’t destroying humanity, right?

Right.

Really, this is for the greater good.

Slowly, carefully, she takes his hand. ]

[She takes his hand. It almost looks like a dance, they way he pulls her in close with those intertwined hands. He presses the side of his face against hers, cheek to cheek, his breath on her ear.

[His voice is as cold as ever, but his words are true:]

I've missed you.

[ Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. It’s frightening in its familiarity. She’s missed him too, missed the feeling of being held. Of being cared for.

~~Of being loved.~~

Her breath hitches, her eyes growing horribly watery. She squeezes them shut, not willing to cry in front of Eren. She hates this. She wants this. ]

I’m sorry.

[ Sorry that he missed her? Sorry for…for everything? She doesn’t — can’t — specify. ]

[Sorry...?]

Don't be. [The voice of a dead man.

[It all went exactly as it needed to.

[His free hand comes up to rest by her waist, fingers gently gripping. He could tear her to pieces like this. Annie has tears in her eyes, and grief in her voice. It's such a unique grief, he thinks. No one knows them like themselves, frozen here in this moment.

[One day, he'll build her a memory, a reality, a goodbye - he'll say he's sorry too, and he'll mean it, and he'll kiss her, and hold her until he has to let go.

[Will she ever be able to forgive him?]

Kiss me...[It's a breath of a whisper - quiet, careful, wanting.] Just kiss me...

[ Back when they were cadets, Annie had always hated the way Eren would hold her, like she was something breakable. Like she was something precious. She had wondered how he could possibly care for something like her. That’s changed, now. She thinks she understands. He is like her, and so while he holds her like something precious, he doesn’t deny that she is a monster. In a strange way, it’s a relief to see and to be seen.

Still, the fact that it is Eren Jaeger — far more of a monster than she ever could have dreamed of being — holding her makes her sick. And yet she can’t pull away.

Kiss me, he says. Fine. She’ll kiss him. But only to distract him from the whole ‘ending the world’ thing.

Maybe if she tells herself that enough times she’ll start to believe it. ]

Since you asked so nicely. [ A snide response that doesn’t even begin to mask the torn-up shreds of her heart.

She leans in, lifting her free hand to press against the small of his back, and presses her lips against his. ]

[She can only "distract" him for so long. The end has already been put into motion, and there's no stopping it now. Eren knows that very well; seeing Annie again, however, is not something he foresaw. The moment is all that more breakable, precious.

[Ever cruel, this kiss isn't like the first one - hungry, furious, venomous. The hand that had been holding Annie's slips over her cheek instead where Eren's thumb strokes. He remembers how it felt to kiss her for the first time like this - a kiss that actually meant something, that made his knees feel weak the rest of the night, Annie hard to look at over crowds in the mess hall.

[Eren loves as violently as he hates. This gentleness is violence, this tenderness a weapon. The kiss bleeds, Eren's body swaying closer to Annie's as natural as a breeze picking up. She doesn't realize it now, but she's one of the people he'll end the world for. For all his hatred, his death will bring her a long life.]

[ She hasn’t been touched like this in so long, hasn’t been held in a lover’s embrace since she and Eren were foolish children. The kiss is gentle and cruel, all the more vicious for its tenderness, a knife’s edge of despair and hope and longing.

They press against each other perfectly, like they were made for each other. It’s devastating. She wants to scream. She wants to crumple like a piece of wet paper and curl up inside Eren’s chest.

She wants to kiss him forever.

It’s not a surprise, the realization, but it still manages to catch her off guard. She could do this forever, would never get tired of it, would never want to leave. And isn’t that just crazy? Eren Jaegar is mad, a monster wearing a human’s skin, and yet she can’t make herself pull away.

Instead, she pulls him closer, as though she could fuse with his skin and bones through sheer proximity. Her hand goes from his back to his head, fingers tangling in dark hair. She raises herself onto her tiptoes, deepening the kiss.

What on earth is wrong with her? ]

[What's wrong with her? What's wrong with him? It's a useless question. Would either of them know what "right" looked like if it punched them in the face, cradled them, caressed a cheek, tasted a lip? All they've ever been is wrong. All they've ever known is wrong. And there will only be more wrong. They were doomed from the start. Eren's only bringing about that doom faster. But Annie will survive it. He's made sure of that too.

[He made sure because he never forgot the way his young heart beat differently when Annie entered a room. He remembers lying in her embrace, hands on soft skin, halted breaths and slow-closing eyes, noses brushing, promises made silently that forever, forever, she would be his, because she would be forever, forever, she would be Annie. And it's still true. She tastes the same, smells the same. They fit together the same way they always have, or...is it worse now? Flesh and bone could well meld together until one monstrous titan remained.

[Commemorate them in immortal stone, then; erect a memorial to love and hate. He wouldn't mind it. He'll kiss her until she tears them apart at the shared, pulsing muscle.]

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taking some action liberties but lmk if you want it changed

it’s perfect

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uhhh pretend jean is annie LMAO

they’re basically the same person, right? right!

we can continue or wrap UP TO YOU!!! lmk if you need more