Pairing: Jean/Annie

Verse: Main

Rating: T

A/N: My mind has been buzzing with ideas for the past few days, and I didn't know where to start with them XP I think I love Jeanani just a little too much. Anyway, I decided to play around with Jean's jealousy, and how Annie notices it. There might be one when the situation is the other way around, but we'll see ;)

Getting Jean jealous was so easy.

Annie had learned that ever since the beginning.

His little crush on Ackerman was almost enough to make her vomit, but she had a dark joy out of watching him and Eren butt heads every time one opens their mouth around the other. To make things better, it was clear that the raven had her eyes for someone else - and that someone else was as stupid as they come. Strong, yes. A good opponent, yes.

But knowing about how deep the girl's feelings obviously ran? No way in hell.

Mikasa was Annie's rival, like how Eren's relationship was with Jean. While those hotheads argued over every little thing, Annie and Mikasa were more subtle with their rivalry. Cold, challenging looks would be exchanged between the two. Their spars drew in crowds, Jean and Eren among them. Mikasa was a kick ass fighter. Even Annie couldn't deny that. But she still liked to mess with her. There were more than a handful of times when Annie would walk up to the three who were always together (Eren, Mikasa, and Armin) and openly ask Eren if he wanted to train with her. In front of Mikasa.

She also knocked Eren down time and time again.

In front of Mikasa.

Maybe even pinned him down to the ground while she was at it.

...In front of Mikasa.

Ha. It was no wonder the girl hated her.

However, Annie knew who to go to when she wanted a real challenge.

As for Jean? It wasn't until they, and Armin, were grouped off together more that she noticed that his apparent jealousy had drifted elsewhere. And it was...odd. She felt his eyes burning in the back of her head as Armin read to her and she listened in mild fascination, or whenever Armin smiled at her and she almost smiled back, or whenever Armin displayed some type of affection for her. As weak as the other blonde was, he was always so damn sincere. Annie might've even gotten so far as to say that she liked him. Considered him a friend. He sat next to her at dinner, talked to her when no one else did, gave her flowers that he would find and state that they remind him of her, and even offered to spar with her - despite the bruises she always left on him after beating his ass. And when he first saw her smile, he said that it was pretty.

Jean obviously didn't like this at all. He was more grumpier than usual, snapping unusually at Armin, who was his friend, much to the blonde's confusion. Annie became more perceptive, watching Jean's body language as she interacted with Armin, and how it changed as they grew closer in proximity. That particular day was the first time that Armin hugged her (whatever reason that prompt him to touch her, let alone embrace her), his back to Jean as he did it.

Annie, standing absolutely still in Armin's warm embrace, let her eyes flicker up to Jean's face. His jaw was taut, gaze narrowed, and hands loosely balled up into fists. Where the hell did this come from? That look on his face was the same look he gave when he saw Mikasa and Eren together. What changed? When did this change? What kind of joke was he playing?

Their eyes met, and he huffed and looked away stubbornly.

She kept staring.

.

"We're just friends, you know."

Jean snorted at her statement, turning around to look up at her. She stood at the top of the hill, looking down at him with that blank, icy gaze of hers.

"You're telling me that like I'm supposed to care."

"News flash, Captain Obvious. You do." Annie kept her gaze steady on his, slowly making her way down. Shoulders squared. Chin tilted up firmly. He was such a bad liar, it was pathetic.

Jean folded his arms across his chest, looking down at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean." She mirrored him, stare unyielding. She didn't care that he was taller than her. Hell, everyone was - with the exception of that Krista girl. "I don't know what kind of joke you're playing, but I'm not laughing."

"You never laugh."

She glared. Is he serious -

He gulped and retreated a step. Smart.

"And to think you only had eyes for Ackerman."

"W-What? What the hell are you talking abo-?! What do you mean 'only'?"

"Don't play stupid with me. You snap at Armin for no reason when he's done nothing wrong. You're being an ass to him. More than usual."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you would defend him. You like him, don't you?"

"No more than Yeager."

His mouth dropped in disbelief, and she smirked. She shared different relationships with the two boys, how she somehow got into relationships with anyone was still baffling to her (because she wasn't supposed to, and it was only going to get worse), but they were somehow drawn to her - just like she was drawn to them. But she would never admit it. Ever. She almost wished that life was that easy. That she didn't have to wake up every day, a walking lie among the cadets who were fighting for humanity.

And Jean was one of them. Did she think that he was foolish for wanting to be with the MP's for the rest of his life, after graduation? No. She didn't blame him. Just like her, he was trying to save his own hide.

But maybe she didn't know him well enough to know what his true motives were. Maybe a part of her did long for what other's have; a life she could never have. But that required building more relationships, and more lies, and more chaos and destruction when everything came crashing down. Because she knew it will. She will be one of the main causes. She's a threat to humanity.

"...and you're not even listening to me! You know what? Fuck off, Lionhart."

She didn't realize that he had been talking, and the blonde found herself staring at his back as he walked away from her. And that's when she felt a strange pressure on her chest, like someone was slowly squeezing her heart until no more blood circulated through.

It was weird. And it bothered her. Which frightened her further.

Because nothing bothered her.

Or at least, that's how it was supposed to be.

.

He ignored her.

It was blatantly obvious in the way he started being nicer to Armin and pretended like she wasn't there. He was being childish and annoying, yet the one emotion she was feeling was a sense of longing for his attention, and she hated herself for it. God, what was happening to her?

She decided enough was enough, and cornered him in the library a week later. She knew exactly how to catch him off-guard and did just that. He had been walking down the aisle with his head in a book when her arm snaked out of nowhere and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, yanking him to the side. Jean made a startled noise, stiffening up as her other hand balled into his collar and she slammed him into the bookshelf, his feet dangling off the floor as she held him up effortlessly.

It took him a minute to realize who was holding him (hostage), and when he did his eyes narrowed. But she could tell he was a little scared. Good.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he hissed.

"Funny," she deadpanned, "I was wondering the same thing about you."

"You caring about someone other than yourself? I'll believe that bullshit when I see it."

And she didn't know why she did it, she sure as hell didn't know what motivated her to do it, let alone want to do it all of a sudden, but she set him back on the ground and ducked her head, lips smashing against his. He smelled like pine and nature, and she was attracted to it.

He froze, a surprised sound rumbling in his chest, but he was now kissing her back, hands sliding down her body and resting on her hips. He was pretty decent when he wasn't talking, she'll admit. Her arms reached up to twine around his neck, fingers running through his hair, and he bent slightly so she wouldn't have to strain herself.

"You were jealous. Tell the truth." She broke the kiss to speak, teasingly straying away from his lips as he tried to capture hers again, his fingers digging into the small of her back. The sudden power she felt she had over him amused her to no end. She had him right where she wanted him.

He nodded. "I-I was jealous..." he panted, cheeks pink.

"And?" She avoided his lips once more, as much as she wanted to give in to his desire and kiss him senseless.

"I was an ass."

"And?"

"...And?"

"What about Ackerman?" Her lidded gaze did not change, with the exception of the slow rising of her eyebrow.

"What...what...w-what about her?"

He had another thing coming if he thought he could play the two of them for their affection. He didn't seem like the kind of person to do that (he was an idiot, so she had nothing to be concerned about), but for all she knew, he could've had feelings for the both of them. She wanted to snort; he had more of a chance with her than with Miss Perfect.

Wordlessly, she snaked her fingers back into his hair and pulled him down for another kiss, which was returned wholeheartedly, arms slipping around her completely and holding her flush against him.

She can fret over Ackerman later.

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