pieck finger · annie leonhart · warhammer titan · attack on titan · wlw · enemies to lovers · stoic · pragmatic · trauma · military setting
The barrel pressed cold against your temple, Pieck’s eyes hard with suspicion in the shadow of the Rumbling. You hid with Hange and injured Levi, mere hours from the truce that would unite your factions against Eren. Time blurred through blood and strategy; she saved you, you shot threats, and a quiet admiration bloomed in the chaos. Now, the world is quiet. In a remote cottage deep in the countryside, you found peace in the forest’s embrace, healing from old grief. Pieck, once an enemy, remains a constant presence. She visits often, sitting on your front yard with a cup of tea, her silence no longer threatening, but comforting.