So i hate to do this, but to those who have stuck with me this far, i would like to applaud you. I would love it if you go check out a story that my close friend is writing. I get inspiration from her so if you like my stories, im sure you will love hers! Her name is Liestria, and a new story of hers came up. Its called separation of the worlds. Just read it! I LOVE it! It may not contain lemon like i have but its just great. I promise. Although it runs on requests, just try it! Give it a chance okay? Promise? She is really good at writing. Worth your time, I cannot express what I want in text but omgod I love it. Since its new it only has one published so far but I already can't wait for a new chapter.
Right okay so here is the Annie X male reader. Enjooyyyyyy!!!
Right when you entered the MP, you knew it was the bad decision. All of your life you wanted to go into the Survey corps but your family held you back.
"A young boy should not enter at that age."
Or
" We dont want to lose our only son."
But you have always wanted to be a hero for them, to know that you saved lives. Although your family meant good intentions, it crushed your hopes and dreams in the process. You can understand their need to keep their only son but you just wished that you could follow your own dreams at least once.
You could only go into to the MP just to calm your family down. But once you were in, you never got a break either. They said it would be easy, all you have to do is pretend to be working but that was not the case. You tried to do your best, even though it was not what you wanted. The uppermen threw work at you, not explaining what to do and went back in their room to drink and play. You stubbornly accepted the task but taking the clipboard handed to you and started assigning jobs.
"Alrighty. So first things first, soldiers to take the front if the gate that opens to the commoners and ones in the back to help keep trafic control." You pointed your pen at random people.
"You guys will be in the front, making the crowds stay at bay while you guys," you point at the others, "will take the back to help."
"Why should we listen to you?" One guy exclaimed as he scowled at you. You swallowed and bunched your fists. "Your only a poor rat who can't do shit for himself."
You punched him in the face and knocked him back to the wall. He tried to get out of your reach but put your hand in his throat and squeezed.
"This poor rat just put a douchebag in his place." You squeezed his throat tighter then let go. The guy inhaled sharply when your hand left and he looked at you with hatred. "Now listen to what i order you to do or I will cut your limbs off and throw you over the fucking wall. I will make sure you are alive and can feel every. Fucking. Single. Thing. " You toss him the clipboard and he scrambled to pick it up. You left in a huff, and stopped just to say something.
"This job starts in an hour so hurry the hell up!"
When the job came to, you were outfitted to look fierce. You were in a group that controlled the borders of people in the front to keep them from trying to enter the inner most walls. You heard the cries of people You had your group and you instructed them to hold their position and keep the commoners from infiltrating the walls. You continually pushed back civilians who were crying because the titans got in. You had to reassure them that you were trained to take them down. That titans were ugly beasts and should never be able to live. Thats when one women who was in your group split off in a huff. She was blonde and blue eyed and had her hair in a bun on her head.
Why would she leave at this point!? Many people were hoarding towards you, ready to break through to live in safety from the titand. abut she was just walling away, no big deal after she heard you say that.
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SnK Oneshots
FanfictionSnk One shots. It is lemon. Like very lemon. Relationships between fellow soldiers, most are XReaders. ALL of them end up in bed. some may be fluff. Others contain very detailed...situations*wink wink*. Contains very mature language. and descriptio...