#marcani

[cherrinen]

Had a shitty day at work so I vent by doodling my faves

[pickalilywrites]

I JUST REALIZED. CAN YOU WRITE MARCEL/ANNIE PLEAAAAASE

Yes *^*

Notes

MarcAni. High School AU. 

1003 words. 

They call him Prince Marcel behind his back. The girls find him charming. The guys think he’s a total bro. And Annie? She doesn’t trust him at all.

No one can be that nice. When people are as nice as Marcel, they’re either hiding something or they want something from you. She can’t decide which it is right now, but she won’t be fooled. The rest of the girls can say he’s cute all they want, but she refuses to blush and stammer when he shoots her a smile.

“Isn’t Marcel such a sweetheart?” Pieck sighs as she slides into her seat next to Annie. She beams when Marcel walks in, waving back when he waves to her. “Don’t you think it’s strange he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet?”

Annie pretends she doesn’t see Marcel when he smiles at her, digging around in her backpack for a pencil so she doesn’t look like she’s ignoring him on purpose. “Aren’t you dating his brother?” Annie asks.

“Yup!” Pieck says cheerfully. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t admire a guy’s looks, especially when he’s as adorable as Marcel.”

Annie doesn’t say anything, just rolls her eyes. She shouldn’t be surprised. Pieck thinks everyone is cute after all. When she finds Pieck eyeing her with a strange look, she frowns. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Pieck says. She traces a figure eight on her desk, pursing her lips the way she does when she’s about to say something Annie might find annoying. “I think it’s just strange how much you dislike him. You never say it, but I can tell. He’s never been anything but nice though, so I don’t understand why you don’t like him so much.”

Annie shrugs. “It doesn’t make sense for someone to be that nice to everyone for no reason,” she says. “Passing out the math books all of the time when we could just grab them by ourselves? Remembering birthdays? And why does he have to ask how I’m doing all of the time?”

Pieck coughs, trying to cover up her laughter after hearing her friend’s ridiculous reasons. “Well, you let him get you a book anyway, don’t you? And there’s nothing wrong with saying happy birthday. Maybe he just has an impeccable memory. And, I don’t know, maybe he genuinely wants to know if you’re having a good day. It’s not that big of a deal, Annie.”

“Whatever,” Annie grumbles. Pieck will probably find any negative words she has against Marcel to be ridiculous. “What about the notes then? How does he have time to write notes to everyone?”

Her friend blinks at her, confused. “Notes?” Pieck repeats. “Do you get them every day?”

Annie nods. “Every day that I see him. He always slips one to me when he gives me my book,” Annie says. They’re beginning to pile up ridiculously in her locker, but she doesn’t know why she doesn’t just throw them all away. It just seems too cruel, she thinks. She might not find this habit of his to be charming, but it’s a bit mean to throw all those notes away.

“I’ve gotten notes from him before…but only once in a while, like when Pokko was too much of a chicken to ask me out himself. Marcel would slip me a note to let me know Pokko wanted to meet me somewhere after school,” Pieck muses. She looks at Annie curiously. “What kind of notes does he give you?”

It’s the first time that it’s occurred to Annie that perhaps not everyone receives a note from Marcel. Is he trying especially hard to win her over? The thought of it makes something in her chest flutter oddly, so she banishes from her mind as quickly as possible.

“Oh, just normal stuff like telling me I gave a good presentation in history or welcoming me back after the break,” Annie says, but her voice is growing quiet and she’s beginning to mumble the way that it does when she’s flustered. “That’s normal, isn’t it?”

Pieck hums, a gleeful smile on her face. “I think maybe,” she says in a sing-song voice, “you’re getting a little extra attention from our school’s prince charming.”

Annie’s about to tell Pieck that she’s being ridiculous, that there’s no way that would ever happen, but someone sets something on her desk with a large thud, making her jump.

“Shit, sorry, Annie!” Marcel says, his eyes wide. “I didn’t think those would be so loud!”

Pieck just sits there, a knowing look on her face. “It’s okay, Marcel. Annie’s just a little jumpy today,” Pieck says sweetly. “It’s very nice of you to get the books for us today.”

“It’s no problem. It’s a hassle to walk over there when people crowd over, so I might as well just grab your books when I get mine too. Save you guys the trip.” Marcel smiles. Annie’s never noticed how nice and straight his teeth are, or how the edges of his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

Annie looks at her calculus book and sure enough there’s the corner of a folded-up note tucked into the pages. When she looks up again, Marcel’s already walking away. Still, something makes her stand up and call out his name.

“Marcel!” She winces when she realizes her voice is a little too loud.

He turns around, surprised that she’s called to him. A few other people in the class have turned to look too.

“Um.” She tugs at the sleeve of her cardigan awkwardly, trying hard not to fidget and ignoring the blush that’s rising in her cheeks. “I just wanted to say…thanks. For getting my textbook.”

Marcel looks puzzled for a second, but he bursts into a dazzling smile and it’s now that she understands why people refer to him as a prince. “You’re welcome, Annie.”

Pieck observes her friend as she sits back down again. “So,” Pieck says, clearly amused. “Do you still not like him? Because, if you ask me, it kind of looks like…”

“Shut up.” 

[cherrinen]

Hello, here's some messy quick pics of one of our new MarcAni/Anniecel AUs hahahaaa Marcel is working at a movie theater and Annie has the hots for him. So she goes to the movies every week. Reiner & co. want to know what's going on and stalk her to the theater. Reiner gets excited. Bert doesn't really care. Pokko is disturbed. Pieck is Pieck.

[pickalilywrites]

you guys don’t ask me for anniecel and i know it’s b/c you’re afraid of how powerful i am 

I’ll Never Leave You 

Anniecel. Soldier Marcel AU. 

1046 words. 

Buy me a ko-fi! 

Annie never cries. In all the time that he’s known her, he’s never seen her cry. He’s seen her lip tremble, heard her voice quiver, and watched as tears filled her eyes, but he’s never seen them fall. In all these years, he’s never seen them fall until now. He had always thought that it was because she wasn’t the type to cry, but it’s only now that he realizes that it’s perhaps that she was always too proud to in front of anyone else.

It wasn’t a warrior’s duty to cry, so they always hid their tears and Annie hid them the best out of all of them. Reiner snuck his sniffles behind his sleeves and Pieck turned her face whenever she cried. Bertholdt cried the most openly, but even those times were rare. As for his brother, Porco had him and he had Porco, but Annie had no one at all. It wasn’t just that she shut people out, but that they shut her out too.

When she had mumbled something about sneaking into the capitol to uncover secrets about the royal family, Reiner and Bertholdt had simply nodded. Marcel was the only one to offer help, but Annie had shot him down immediately, saying that it would be less suspicious if only one of them went. For some reason, it never occurred to him to push her any further. Maybe it was because she always seemed to like to do things alone or maybe it was always because they were always letting her go by herself.

“It’s fine,” Reiner had assured him. “Annie is the most capable out of us when it comes to these covert operations.”

“She’ll be fine,” Bertholdt says, but his voice is soft like he’s unsure.

He doesn’t doubt them, but he still doesn’t see this as a reason to allow her to go through things alone. Hadn’t they all come here to complete this mission as a team? But when he brings this up to them, they brush him off and leave him to wait for Annie alone.

He almost thinks he’s got the wrong person when he sees her stumbling into the girls’ cabin, but there’s no one else who would be sneaking about at this time at night except for her. He didn’t think it was her because her head hung low and the Annie he knew always looked straight ahead. He didn’t think it was her because he had never seen even one tear fall from her face and this girl is sobbing like she doesn’t know how to stop, her hand crushed over her mouth to stifle her cries. He didn’t think it was her because he’s never seen anything but that detached, uncaring expression on Annie’s face, but this girl looks scared out of her mind. It’s only when he calls her, her name hanging in the air, and she looks at him only to look away quickly that he knows that it’s her for sure.

When he rushes over to her, trying to take her by the shoulders, she shakes him off. He won’t allow her to push him away so easily though, so he grabs onto her wrist with no intention of letting go. When she finds that she can’t pull away from him, she glares at him with tears in her eyes.

“Annie, what happened?” Marcel asks.

“Nothing,” she replies, voice thick with tears. Her eyes have turned red from all her crying and her cheeks are stained from her tears. She tries to yank her arm away, but he still doesn’t let go. “Let go!”

“No!” he says fiercely. He takes her by the shoulders and looks at her even though doing so is difficult. Knowing that Annie has encountered something that’s scared her this much frightens him too, but how he feels doesn’t matter right now. He wants her to see how earnest he is, that he doesn’t want her to be alone right now. All her life she’s been all alone – because she’s pushed them away and because they never tried to reach out to her – but she doesn’t have to be alone anymore, not if she doesn’t want to be. “Annie, can’t you tell me what happened?” His voice is soft, pleading.

She bites her lip, looking away. In the moonlight, he can see another tear dripping down her cheek and this time he reaches out to wipe it away. This time when he looks at her, she doesn’t turn away.

He wants to hold her, but he’s afraid she’ll run away if he does. Instead, he keeps her at arm’s length, still not letting go. “We’re the only people who can understand each other,” he tells her softly. He reaches out a hand to brush her bangs from her eyes, tucking them gently behind her ear. “You don’t have to do things by yourself, Annie, so rely on me.”

It looks like she’s about to run away again but just before she turns, she bursts into tears. They overflow and this time she doesn’t do anything to stop them, crying like a child, and before he can hold her close, she falls into him. He pulls her closer so that her sobs don’t wake the others and finds her arms wrap tightly around him. This time it is Annie who shows no sign of letting go.

“It was so scary,” she finally gasps, voice shaking. Even though it has passed, she still trembles. “That man in the capitol…he wasn’t like any of the others, Marcel. He was so much worse…and he saw my face…I don’t think I can go back…”

“Then don’t,” he tells her. He feels her grip relax as he smooths down her hair. He wraps his arms around her and rests his chin on top of her head. “Don’t worry about that man. If you ever see him again, I’ll be right beside you, Annie. I won’t leave you alone, Annie, I promise.”  

She doesn’t say anything more about the man or what she had seen at the capitol, but she doesn’t run away either. She just lets him hold her, her breathing steadying slowly, and rests her head on his chest, holding onto his promise that he’ll never let her go.

[lollhiphop]

L'eterna lotta dei sessi in questa lol-battle, spinta da due neofiti del nostro blog, anche se una schermata a inizio video ci fa capire che è uscito un album di cui abbiamo già reperito alcuni pezzi. Macchinoni, cappelli Gucci e movenze del ghetto più nero. E voi da che parte state?